#i loved how he was essentially telling bruce that he wasn’t afraid of him n that he was just a pathetic guy like him. so fucking good.

[kyber-crystal]

I'm curious on what you could do with 15 and 8, babes! Love goes all to you

8. “Something tells me that’s not the only thing on your mind right now.” and 15. “I hope you didn’t think I was a bad kisser or anything...I did that after thinking a thousand times.”

It’s Okay to Not Be Okay - Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~2k Warnings: slight angst, fluff Summary: He’s always there for you when you need him. Even when you claim you don’t, he knows better than that. A/N: i threw in a harry potter reference and now i’m sobbing yAy

As it turned out, balancing a double life as head trauma surgeon for SHIELD while handling the duties of a superhero were much tougher than you anticipated. 

Of course, you knew exactly what you would be getting yourself into when you chose to go down the medical route. You knew what you would be getting yourself into as soon as you accepted the call to join the Avengers Initiative. but what you didn’t see coming was the immense effects it all would have on your physical and mental health.  

If you were lucky, you got a few hours of on-and-off sleep in between missions before you were called to the OR to perform emergency surgeries on injured agents, or were deployed for another few missions back-to-back. So you relished in relaxing on the weekends. It was a rare occasion in which you actually got to kick back and do whatever you wanted without the pressure of saving so many people in a limited amount of time on your shoulders. 

Steve noticed something was wrong from the moment you stepped out of the elevator and lazily slid your coat off your shoulders, hastily tossing it onto the sofa and setting down your duffel bag before trudging up to your room. He knew you had a long day, though, and wanted to help you unwind after your long shift. Chances were that you and him, or Natasha, would be sent off the next day and you wouldn’t get an opportunity to rest like this for the next week or so.

He silently prepared a steaming hot cup of your favorite tea, knowing you were most likely exhausted. Sixteen-hour shifts weren’t kind at all.

You tried to hide all the pills - pills that were supposed to treat your anxiety, the nightmares, the insomnia - but you weren’t subtle enough for Steve. You claimed you were fine, but he knew better. He knew you like the back of his hand - he could read into all those little signs you gave off, a skill nobody else on the team had except him and him alone.

Every inch of your body was aching immensely - the aftermath of rushing around and standing all night without a wink of sleep. Fatigue was tugging at your eyes and if it weren’t for the tiny last bit of self-control you had left, you would’ve collapsed right there on the spot. 

“Hey,” he said softly as you came back down, this time exiting the elevator in a pair of sweatpants and his black T-shirt. He smiled at the sight. “How was your day?”

“It was fine,” you sighed, sitting down at the sofa and curling your knees up to your chest. He came over and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, gazing at you with genuine concern. “Fourteen-hour transplant operation and another two patching up other injured STRIKE team members.”

“From Rouen?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter over yourself. “Look, I’m fine...if that’s what you wanna ask. It’s just been a long night.”

His brow furrowed as he placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles across it. "Something tells me that’s not the only thing on your mind right now.”

“I told you, Steve, I’m fine,” you snapped, blinking rapidly to fight back tears that threatened to spill. You softened your tone as you noticed the look on his face. “Really.”

“No, you’re not,” he murmured, placing a finger beneath your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “Come on. You really think I wouldn’t be attuned to your emotions by now? Just tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a shuddering sigh, briefly squeezing your eyes shut. You shook your head. “No. Steve, I told you-”

“Don’t lie to me. I know something’s wrong. Now tell me or I’ll have Bruce force the truth out of you.” His voice was commanding yet gentle at the same time. “Please, Y/N, tell me. I’m worried about you.”

You let out a sigh of defeat, shoulders sagging. You nodded and swallowed hard, “Fine. Today..I was in the ICU. There was a patient; an orphaned little girl who’d been brought in after a hostage raid on a HYDRA base up north- Scotland, I think? Katie was her name, I think. She was admitted about a week ago. But she’d been held captive for...almost an entire year. She was severely malnourished. She was losing hair, losing weight - she looked like a skeleton. It was only recently that I had diagnosed her with leukemia, but by the time the diagnosis was made there wasn’t much time left. But no amount of sickness could get rid of her contagious energy and adorable little smile. She reminded me so much of my younger self, it hurt.”

“She was dying. Steve, she was dying and I didn’t know,” you sobbsd, “I can’t believe I didn’t- if I had found out sooner, I could’ve helped. Now it’s too late. I could see the light fading from her eyes. Katies’ grip on my hand was growing weaker by the second and I just - I didn’t want to believe what was happening. 

“She died with me by her side...a mere three minutes later. She died holding my hand. She died without a family...she died, and I couldn’t save her-”

“But she had you,” Steve whispered. “You were there for her, and I’m sure she’ll always be thankful for that.”

“I could’ve saved her!” you yelled, voice cracking. “But I couldn’t! It’s my fault she’s dead-”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. You didn’t know. And you did everything you could. That’s all that matters.”

You shook your head wildly, feeling more burning tears slip down your cheeks. “I wish I could’ve spent more time with him -”

You tried to open your mouth to speak again but instead, a choked sob escaped your lips. It was like a suffocating pressure was tightly lodged against your chest and prevented you from being able to breath properly. Anything you tried to say came out in incoherent sobs and gasps - you felt so trapped, like you were stuck in a tiny little box with no way to escape. It was draining.

Steve did the only thing he knew how to do and carefully wrapped his arms around you, quickly pulling you into his chest. You slumped against him and continued to sob - burying your face within the fabric of his cotton T-shirt to further muffle the sounds of your crying. When he tightened his arms around your trembling frame you didn’t bother to writhe in his grasp and fight back. There was no fight left. You didn’t want to keep fighting. You were done with it all.

“Hey hey hey. Breathe, darling, just breathe,” he cooed, smoothing your hair back, “you hear that? Listen to my heartbeat, breathe in and out, that’s good...”

You took one shuddering inhale and exhale after the other, until slowly but steadily, the hiccups faded away and your crying eventually came to a halt. You knew you looked like an absolute mess - with puffy, red eyes and tear tracks staining your blotchy red cheeks.

But if he was being honest, none of it made you look any less stunning than you were. Despite your glossy eyes and tearstained face, you looked breathtaking to him - you always did, and always would.

And he gets so wrapped up in gazing down at you that he loses sense of the world around him, and doesn’t realize that the two of you are slowly moving closer and closer to one another until there’s essentially no space left.

Then, he kisses you.

He knows he could’ve picked a better time to do this. He knows. It was wrong of him to choose now out of all occasions - you were emotional and out of the loop. But he couldn’t help himself - he didn’t know what else to do. After months of suppressing his feelings deep down, he was sick and tired of keeping them from you.

So he went with his gut instinct - which was to simply go for it. And he did.

When his lips initially met yours you didn’t know what to do. But then, you found yourself kissing him back, your arms going around his neck and your eyes fluttering shut. He went to cup your cheeks and gently held your face in his hands for just a few more seconds but when you pulled apart, you were left with an aching feeling - wishing it would’ve lasted longer.

Then almost as soon as it started, it was over. Whatever warmth you felt was now replaced with an eerily chilly sensation that uncomfortably enveloped your body. And he felt it too. And he hated it. But he was afraid to make a second move - what if you didn’t react the same way you did as the first time?

Steve looked down at you and wiped the last of your tears from your face with his thumb and reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers together. 

...

You now have Steve’s oversized hoodie on over his shirt you were also borrowing, a mug of tea in your hands as he sat across from you at the kitchen counter. 

You silently picked at the castella set in front of you on the plate as he delicately held one of your hands in his, rubbing patterns across your palm. It was soothing, almost distracting, in a way.

A full hour of silence had passed, and frankly, Steve felt a little relieved. He’d trade your tortured cries for radio silence any day - he hated seeing you in pain. It was like receiving a direct bullet to the stomach - and he knew those things hurt like hell. 

“I’m sorry,” you wiped at your nose with your free hand, “I look gross right now. I’m sorry you had to see all...that.”

“Hey...it’s okay,” Steve reassured you. “Trust me, I’ve seen worse. You remember that day a piece of scrap metal got buried all the way into Bucky’s calf?”

You shuddered and laughed sadly at the thought. You remembered having to treat him and Wanda holding him down as he struggled not to cry out in agony. “Yeah. That was a mess.”

“And you saved him. You’ve saved so many people, Y/N. Don’t feel bad for being unable to stop something out of your control. Think about how many people are out there, alive, because of what you did,” he reminded you. “You saved Bucky, you saved Peter. You even saved me once.”

“I saved your ass multiple times, you mean,” you snorted. He cracked a grin. “Three times, to be exact.”

“You definitely did, sweetheart. And I’m sure Katie knows that. That you’re a hero.”

You felt your heart twist in your chest at the mention of her name. “I really hope so.”

“She knows. Trust me, she knows you are.”

“Thank you...” you muttered, “...you know, you didn’t have to stay awake for me. You could’ve just gone to bed.”

“Without knowing you were alright? That’s not happening, darling,” he chuckled lightly, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your forehead. “I’m gonna be here and I’m gonna wait for you, whatever it takes. I’ll always wait for you.”

“Always?”

He squeezed your hand. “Always.”

Your smile widened ever so slightly - and you felt stirring in your chest at his words. 

Steve then raised an eyebrow at you. “I know this is off-topic and all, but...I hope you didn’t think I was bad kisser or anything. I did that after thinking a thousand times. Though my timing could’ve been better-”

“No, no,” you laughed lightly, “you’re all good. You’re not a bad kisser at all.”

“I hope you wouldn’t mind if I tried again, then?” He let go of your hand, and slid his hand up to the back of your head to pull you closer. 

“Not at all.”

Your lips met, and for the briefest moment in time, you could pretend you were okay - for a moment, everything seemed like it would be okay again.

[buckyreaderrecs]

Blood

Summary: Bloody Mary; a ghost who appears in a mirror when called by name three times.

Words: 2235 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Shuri Additional Tags: Infinity War and Endgame didn't happen, Stark Tower is still a thing, recovering Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Bucky, a bit angsty, mostly canon compliant, Bruce Banner and F.R.I.D.A.Y. are mentioned but aren’t in the story, I love Shuri SO MUCH, female pronoun Reader Warnings: death/dying, blood, description of body decomposition, nightmares

Note: This is my submission to @waiting4inspiration's Myths, Folklore and Legends writing challenge! Hope you love it, Jess!

Tag list (open): @darlingtholland @browngirlmagic

Blood

Bucky Barnes doesn't believe in ghosts. In this day and age, it's more likely that a ghost is just a loved one brought back to life. Reanimated to fight on the wrong side, kind of thing. Or maybe the ghost is a clone. A hologram. A science experiment gone wrong. If you are lucky, the ghost could simply be a hallucinatory symptom of brain disease. But, no matter what, there is always a scientific explanation.

Bucky Barnes doesn't believe in ghosts because the existence of them implies the existence of an afterlife, some sort of potential of God. Of meaning and purpose. If he thinks about that too much, he unravels. So, he chooses to not think about it.

Bucky Barnes just does not believe in ghosts, so when he sees you standing behind him in the bathroom mirror, he runs straight to Steve.

"Something's wrong with me," he blurts out.

Sam and Steve look up from conference room B's table. Case files are open and spread across the room, spilling down onto vacant chairs and placed in chronological order on the carpeted floor.

"Gonna have to be more specific, Buck," Steve replies, eyebrows furrowed.

Sam considers making a joke, but there's a darkness splashed across Bucky's face that warns him away.

"I'm… They… I don't think they got everything. In my head," Bucky tries to explain.

"What happened?" Steve asks, pushing away from the table and assessing Bucky's body language. He's cagey, almost afraid.

"I saw… someone… She's dead. She's dead but I saw her,"

"Happens a lot around here, man," Sam offers.

"It's not like that. I was in the bathroom. She was in the mirror,"

"Like, in the mirror?" Steve asks.

Bucky shakes his head, annoyed but aware that he's not really helping them help him. "No… I was shaving and…" He tried to think. What exactly happened? When did he notice you standing behind him? There was blood…

 …

 The small cut would heal before he left the bathroom, with only the few drops of red blood in the porcelain sink left as evidence that he'd been distracted enough to cut himself shaving at all. You'd been in his head again. The nightmares had started on the day that would be your birthday.

Somewhere in the middle of being The Solider, the people around him made the mistake of not seeing him as sentient. They spoke around him, conversed and told secrets to each other, thinking he couldn’t understand. That's how he learnt about your arrival at the facility. Your name. Birthday. Power.

Bucky had nightmares about a lot of things, but you were often there. Sometimes you were centre stage with your sad eyes and painful defiance. Sometimes you lurked in the shadows, having being taught by The Solider how to do it so well. Nightmares and restless sleep were synonymous with being an Avenger, a hero. It was a high price, but Bucky considered himself to be in enormous debt.

The blood in the sink reminded him that he was still there, alive, human. He watched it slowly seep downwards, sighing out loud to himself. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head and trying to move the haze from his head. "Y/N," he said, then stopped. Your name had slipped through his lips straight from his unconscious. It didn't sound quite right. "Y/N," he tried again, adding another sigh like it was the last syllable of your name.

Bucky looked up, studied his reflection. He wondered what you'd think of him now.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," he whispered, his attention returning to the razor and shaving cream.

The bathroom light flickered, freezing Bucky entirely. Without moving, he glanced out the open bathroom door. The hallway outside was still. He couldn't recall if the light had flickered out there too.

He felt it then. He wasn't alone.

His eyes moved fast, up to the mirror. You were there.

Sad eyes. A strange fragility despite being possibly the most dangerous thing in Stark Tower. Alive.

He bolted. The razor clanked into the basin and the bathroom door slammed shut behind him.

Steve… Find Steve, Bucky thought.

"There's something wrong with me."

 …

 "We talked about this. It's normal to se-"

"It wasn't like that," Bucky interrupted Sam.

"We can look at the CCTV. I'll ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to-" But Steve was cut off too.

"She's dead, Steve. There's no way… She's dead, alright?"

"I would have said the same about you," Steve softly tried to reason.

Bucky could vividly remember what it felt like to lose you. He chewed his lip and crossed his arms across his chest. "I watched her die. She… she died in my arms and nobody came for us for three days. Alright? She was dead in my arms for three days."

Sam and Steve glanced at each other.

"Okay… Okay, Buck. I'll talk to Shuri. See what we can do," Steve agreed.

"If I'm- I'm seeing shit, I should be-"

"Come on, man," Sam stopped him, moving to hold his hands on Bucky's shoulders. Bucky felt the weight of each of them differently. "If you're seeing shit, you're like every other vet out there. Something's wrong, we'll cross that bridge. Ain't no use walking around all gloom and doom… We need a break anyway, right, Steve? Let's go get some pizza."

 …

 In Bucky's nightmare, the three days turn into a week. Then longer. He sits as still as a statue in the corner of a boarded-up room of an old snowed-in cottage. It's a Hydra safe house, and it contains the bare essentials to keep someone alive. Not you though. You're too hurt. It's bad. There's so much blood. He can see your insides and shoving everything back in and holding his jacket hard to the wounds isn’t helping.

You cough up blood as you watch The Solider panic. It's rare to see any emotion, so you feel grateful in your final moments. When you die, The Solider shuts down, like a computer malfunctioning. Hydra would have to do one hell of an 'alt ctrl delete' when they finally come for him.

It's cold, which is good. But you're an open corpse, which is bad. The blood hardens and turns dark. He can smell your organs as they begin to decompose. The whites of your eyes turn a sick colour, but The Solider never tries to close your eyelids. If he does that, he's alone. The inside of your mouth goes darker and darker, and the weight of your body on his continues to change.

In reality, that's about when Hydra arrived. Any longer and you would have started to fall apart very literally. In his sleep though, that's exactly what happens.

Your body begins to bloat, small blisters appearing along the surface of your skin. Parts of you liquify, find their way out, soak into The Soldier's clothes. It happens slowly at first, then within dreamstate minutes your muscles and organs and skin tissue turn to goo. Sometimes The Solider just sits in the human muck, counting the teeth left behind. Sometimes he's frantic, scooping you back up and trying to hold you together; it makes it worse.

And, although he hasn’t seen a single fly in the safehouse, there are hundreds of maggots infesting the deepest cavities of your body.

When Hydra came to claim their property, The Solider fought back. He clawed and kicked to get you back close to him. He screamed your name in every language he knew. That's where the memory stops. Often too, the nightmare.

"Y/N,” Bucky whines in his sleep, almost sounding like he's drowning in sticky, syrupy blood. “Y/N!” It is louder the second time. “Y/N!" Bucky yells, shooting up in bed and almost tearing a pillow in two.

He tries to breathe in, but the air is icy cold. Bucky only then notices the door. The balcony door is open. And you are standing there, hair moving in the breeze. Suddenly the room is bright, and warm palms are dragging his head to face away from the balcony.

"Buck?! Buck, are you okay? You’re screamin’ again,”

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky replies, pushing Steve's attempts at emotional first aid away. "Just a dream… nightmare… whatever."

He looks back for you, but you are gone.

Steve stands and watches Bucky crawl out of bed and move across the room.

"You hate the cold," Steve laments, concerned.

"Did you-" Bucky goes to ask, but stops himself too late.

"You saw her again, didn't you?"

 …

 Wakanda is beautiful. It's the closest thing to peaceful Bucky's ever known. Before making his way to Shuri, he visits old friends. The goats don't seem to remember him, but the children promise the White Wolf that they do. They show Bucky how well they've been caring for the goats, and they show him all the things they're learning in school. They ask if they can be Avengers too. He smiles sadly, and tells them, "Not yet."

"Ah! Bucky Barnes! My favourite broken White boy!" Shuri greets while pulling Bucky into a hug, then immediately focusses on his left arm. "So, your boyfriend says you need a check-up?" she asks as she opens a panel and frowns.

"It's not my arm, Shuri. That's workin' perfect,"

"Of course it is!" she laughs, yet doesn't stop tinkering. "But there can always be more. Be better."

When Bucky fails to reply, Shuri studies his face, then nods. Softly, kindly, she says, "Come, my friend. We'll have tea."

Shuri is easily one of Bucky's favourite people. She listens, which is already more than she has a responsibility to do. Bucky knows she's just a kid, but he also knows better than to stop a kid with that much genius and tenacity.

...

When all physiological and psychological avenues have been explored, Shuri shrugs at Bucky. "Maybe she's real,"

"She can't be," Bucky replies quickly.

Shuri makes a face. "You, of all people, really gonna stand there and say it's impossible for the dead to come back?"

"She was… very dead,"

"The dead are never truly gone, White Wolf. Not really."

 …

 Bucky hasn't seen you in a couple weeks. Sam says to him, "Two's only a coincidence, man. Three times, then we'll worry, yeah?" But Bucky remains worried nonetheless.

The mission they've been preparing for, the one that has taken over conference room B, is on Bucky's mind. He finds Steve sketching away, curled into an armchair and looking a lot smaller than he actually is. For a second, Bucky almost catches himself missing the 1940s.

"I shouldn't go," Bucky declares, dropping to the floor in front of Steve, back resting on the armchair and head falling back.

Steve looks down at his friend. "Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to do… But you are okay, Buck…"

Bucky looks up at him, exposed and vulnerable. Slowly, he shakes his head. "If I see her again while I'm meant to be focussed… I don't wanna screw anythin' up,"

"Okay. Sit this one out," Steve replies, brushing loose strands of hair out of Bucky's eyes. "But you gotta promise to be here when we get back."

 …

 The floors occupied by the Avengers are quiet. Bucky’s almost alone, save for F.R.I.D.A.Y. and Banner who is basically living in his lab. Bucky doesn't ask why he's not on the mission, and Banner returns the favour.

The irony isn't lost on Bucky; he haunts the spaces he shares with Steve, silent and invisible like a ghost. Part of him is waiting for you, he knows. The other part is genuinely terrified in a way he hasn't felt in decades.

He kills a few hours in the pages of a book, then finds himself lingering outside the door of the bathroom.

It's a little past two am when he gives in, stands in front of the mirror and closes his eyes.

"Y/N?"

He listens.

There are sounds but none of them you.

"Y/N… I… If you're there… alive… I'm sorry…"

His voice is shaky and he feels stupid, but he's started and now he can't stop.

"I'm so, so sorry… I… tried. I tried but I couldn't… And we were… If you're here, if you're here, please… just… Are you still…? Are they still out there?"

Bucky can't collect his thoughts. Each shatters into ten more, then those explode into even more, until there are hundreds of unanswered question in a web of confusion and emotion.

"Y/N…" Bucky's voice cracks.

It hurts you to hear.

You listen to his uneven breathing, listen as he tries to calm himself, hold back tears.

Bucky stands up straight, stretches out his neck muscles. He opens his eyes.

Those stormy blue-grey eyes.

"Hi," you say as softly as you can.

There is a split second where Bucky almost turns, an automatic movement, but he stops himself from spinning and stays firmly planted where he is. He's afraid that if he moves, you'll disappear again, like you had before.

"…Hi," he replies.

"You know my name… My real name. I didn't know that you knew it…"

Bucky nodded, slowly. The Soldier had never called you by your name while you were alive, just like you had never said 'Bucky.'

His blood gets pushed faster and faster around his body when his heart rate increases. The top of his cheeks flush pink.

"I know your name," Bucky says.

[heavenbarnes]

i don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Bruce Banner

Warnings/Contains: drug use (marijuana, so please don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable), age gap, unprotected sex, if you squint it’s cheating, mentions of death,

Word Count: 2,350

Request:  Okay.... weird request..... but like,,, smoking then getting freaky aka lazy high sex with Bruce. Normal, or Endgame!Bruce, anything works. Please, I'm dying over here

so i decided to take this request and make it bucky x reader also, but it’s post!snap. this completely disregards most of what happened in endgame, and i essentially re-wrote the film. i just decided to make a ridiculously dramatic piece and borderline nonsensical piece, cause it’s quite wordy x

Think of what your city would sound like if you removed half of it’s inhabitants. She could confirm for you, it sounds like a graveyard. Those left behind unable to find the strength to make a sound.

The ones that do make noise, it’s like a haunted cry for those they lost. Building after home, after school, after car left empty. Like a dog awaiting it’s owner to return home.

She sat on the fire-escape, looking over the city. The lights still shone, half the cars still rumbled. Her solemn gaze cast its way from building to building. This spot, all the way up here, felt like the only place she could escape.

She couldn’t leave the tower any longer, without being hounded by questions and cries. “Where is my son?” or “Why aren’t you doing more?” or “Do you know what it was like?”

That one stung like nothing other. Did she know what it was like? Did she know what it was like? Dig deeper, keep asking, keep wounding. What they should’ve asked, it’s right there.

“Do you know what it’s like to lose someone to the snap?” Can you imagine how that feels?

She kept her head down when the question was asked, she shut her mouth and pushed through the people. She ignored the sound of unanswered questions, the sound of accusations spat at her.

She didn’t dare answer, answering meant accepting. Accepting that, yes, she did know how it felt.  

She knew exactly how it felt to hear her name leave his lips, like a cry for help. She knew how it felt to turn as quick as she could, in time to see him fall to his knees. She knew how it felt to watch the only person she ever loved turn to dust. She remembers it like it was last night.

“Steve! (Y/N)!” She heard it like a bullet whistling past her ear.

She’d never moved so fast in her life, scrambling to turn towards the source of the noise. She saw him there, gun tumbling towards the earth. Knees following suit.

She opened her mouth to scream, but he was gone before she knew it. She watched the body she’d mapped with hands and mouth, break away like clusters of stars.

How can someone be there one minute and gone the next? 

By the time Steve made it to her, she was a heap of what used to be, only cradled by the ashes of the man she loved.

Her eyes found their way to her Captain’s, silently asking for help? For forgiveness? If you can’t save the one you love, can you save anyone else?

If you can’t save the one you love, can you save anyone else? 

That’s what it felt like those people were asking. There wasn’t sympathy for the Avengers. No, “we’re sorry you lost your loved ones, too.” Only, “if you can’t keep your own safe, how can we trust you with ours?”

So she hides on the fire-escape, this way she is able to watch the city but she can’t be touched by it. She feels safe so high, she only feels safe when she’s high.

The lighter sparks and for a moment it blends in with the other lights, makes her feel less alone. The water bubbles in the confines of the glass, before the smoke makes it’s way deep into her lungs. As she exhales, it looks as if the city rests in the clouds.

If she could’ve picked up her city and hidden it deep within the clouds, she would’ve. She would’ve kept it safe, she would’ve protected the people that looked to her for safety.

Mother’s wouldn’t be without children. Husband’s would be with their husbands, wives with their wives and visa versa. Best friends would see each other again. She could pick the people up, like petals in a storm drain, and set them aside to safety.

She knew at the end of days she’d ask “have I done enough”, and for a while she thought she could answer with a solid confirmation. Now, the lines are muddy and she can only ask “have I done anything at all?”

“Please tell me you aren’t playing the blame game?” A tired voice came from behind her.

She turned her head to the right, resting her chin on her shoulder. She didn’t attempt to keep turning, she knew who it was. Turning back to her front, she brought her lips back to the glass. 

Bruce took silent invitation to join her perch outside. He was never a fan of heights, but he felt safe in her presence. He felt her arm at his side, offering him the glass vessel that was sure to set their minds at ease.

Bruce felt it too, the shame and regret from that day deep in the jungle of Wakanda. All of what they could’ve done better, who they could’ve saved. When Bruce joined the Avengers, he always hoped the pain they suffered wouldn’t translate to the innocent people on the streets.

He looked at her profile, watched her glossy eyes dart to every corner of the large space in front of them. He was taken back to that day, the sounds of her cries, when what was Bucky ran through her fingers like sand. He was taken back to the pain, he didn’t have anyone to feel that way about him, he shouldn’t be here.

The feeling of the smoke taking over his senses helped to loosen his muscles, helped to put him on a different plane. One where he could do something, anything. He could make things better. His physical form was, unfortunately, still existing on a plane where he hadn’t done enough.

Bucky Barnes has a beautiful girl who spends every waking moment reliving the moment he was taken from her.

Bruce Banner has a cold side to his bed and his own right hand.

Don’t tell him that everything happens for a reason. He shouldn’t be here.

“Do you think they’ll ever forgive us for everything we didn’t do?” She asked quietly, taking the glass back into her hands.

“If we can find a way to do it, then I suppose they will.”

“Do you think we’ll find a way to do it?”

“One where we all come out the other side? It’s slim but not impossible.”

“I know I joined this team with guaranteed martyrdom.”

Bruce let her words sink in as they passed the smoke back and fourth. She isn’t supposed to know how bad things get, yet. She is supposed to dream of weddings, white pickets, backyard barbecues. 

Instead she dreams of dying, for a good cause, to see him again. She knows better than anyone, how bad it gets, how bad it hurts. She knows that if she gets any salvation, if she catches any break, it’ll only be from the sweet release of-

“Death isn’t an option, nobody dies and we bring the dusted back.” The herb in his hands made him feel superhuman, more than he already was.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

She looked at him, for the first time since he came out here, she looked into his eyes. They looked like her own, a little red, just a bit watered. 

“I admire your optimism.”

“And I admire your durability.”

She took in a deep breath, one that wasn’t to inhale smoke this time. They’d passed it back and fourth so many times, it was getting to the end of the tether.

“What do I have left if not an inch of strength?”

“Half a team that needs you more than you give yourself credit for.”

She continued to gaze into him, past his eyes and into him. She saw a different pain in him. She’d been analyzing her own so long, she forgot what to look for in the others. She felt the heaviness in her own eyelids, and then she felt the need to move.

To move different, to roll about someone else’s sadness, growing tired of her own. She was so accustomed to her own sadness, she was crawling in her skin. She wanted nothing more than to put on someone else’s, live different for a moment.

So when she had Bruce’s hands in her own, on the plush of her carpet, she felt different. She felt as if she’d stepped out of her own bones, to jump his. She felt at home in his arms, just a home she hadn’t been to for a while.

Like opening your front door when you’ve been somewhere else for a while. It was going to take some time for this to start feeling normal. And how much time did she have? Was she willing to give?

With the pull of her eyelids, she felt the pull towards him. The angels telling her to rest her laurels with him. To step out of the ashes belonging to another, to rise as the phoenix here and with this man.

This man, with the olive skin that bares lines of success and failure. The man, with the rough hands from solving the worlds mysteries. The man, who smells like knowing your worth and knowing your horror.

The man who knows too much.

The devil lies in knowing the color that kills, the color he know all too well how to turn. Lies in the 7 PHDs, that each teach him what to be afraid of. Lies in knowing the outcome of impending actions, but not running from them.

He brought her down to the ground with them, forgoing the bed, back to floor to lay with the dogs. He knew how to run with the wolves, and he knew what they’d do to him if he stayed too long.

Thankfully the smoke in his brain was able to wrap his thoughts in a warm towel, bundle them up and deliver them to the back corner of his brain for the time being. He had company, and she smelt like flowers and freshly washed clothes. She was real and she needed attention.

So joining their two bodies at the waist wasn’t in need of debate. It seemed the most righteous thing they could do at the time. She sat a top him, and from the angle, the light above her head was nothing more than a golden halo. 

Did that mean she was finally glorious, and without sin? Or did the universe know more about martyrdom than Bruce had realized.

He had to find himself deep within her, she held the secrets and he couldn’t get deep enough. His arms wrapped around her back, bringing her chest flush to his. He thrust his hips up, finding any chance to become one with her.

She was the fountain in which you got penance, the vessel to drain all unjust actions from our world. Bruce was able to bathe in her tide, was he as grateful as he could be?

No, which was why he turned their bodies, laying her back gently against the carpet. Her eyes slowly opened, reaching out for the man above her. Bruce brought a hand to her soft skin, rolled it about in his palm. Would he always remember how delicate she felt?

She looked pure again, like a girl who didn’t know how it felt to have her joy snatched straight from her. She looked blissfully unaware of life’s cruelties. Bruce got off on the idea that she might’ve been whole again.

But she wasn’t, which was why she was full of him. With each rock of his hips into hers, every spark that ignited from the friction between them, she was having a real void filled with false hope.

At least the cries from her mouth were real. The way she said his name was undoubtedly real as it coiled up inside his stomach. Her fingers sliding up his chest, nestling in the thick hair, that was about the most reality Bruce had experienced in a while.

He watched his mind wander away from him, escorted on the purest white cloud. His consciousness went right after it, eager as anything to see where the smoke of the night could take him.

To Bucky, he was loudest that night. He was louder than her moans. Louder than Bruce’s deep breaths with each thrust. He was louder than the blood rushing in their eyes.

How did Bucky hold her when they made love? Cause that was what they did, they made love and it wasn’t on the floor only after she’d had enough smoke to sedate upstate New York.

How did Bucky fuck her? Did he lift her hips to ensure it was the most pleasure she could receive? Did he run his hands the length of her body to remember what she felt like? 

How did Bucky speak to her? He must’ve known the exact things to say, when to speak, how to speak. He would’ve made more of an impression than Bruce is.

But it seems to be doing the trick, the way she brings her arms to his back. Her half-crescent nails sinking into the tight muscle of his shoulders. Her lips next to his ear, as she whines his name.

And he feels the ultimate tide washing over him. It came in the form of her orgasm finally reaching the entirety of her, cascading onto him. He caught the bug, feeling the heat draining from him as he lurched forward.

Like the ghost moving through him, in the moment he had become Bucky. He knew how it felt to take the blessing on the floor of a dimly lit bedroom. 

As they lay together, coming to their own conclusions, they chose to forfeit thinking. It was better to stay in a mindless state, rather than accept what they’d come to realize.

She was the type to remember forever, she might get by, but she’ll be there when you get back.

He was the type to help you get back, so you can slot right back in where he longed to belong.

[gothamdetected-a]

multiverse.

i know what you’re thinking. sim are you absolutely fucking insane, don’t even TRY to tackle this one. you’re right i am insane. and yes i am still going to try and tackle a meta about DC multiverses HOWEVER, to give myself on shred of sanity on this treacherous journey, i will say that this is mainly going to be about the multiverse from a bruce perspective. this ride is a batman focused train i’m afraid. also i want to state that this is by no means a perfect explanation – i’m a) trying to keep it simple and b) still am lost on parts of the timeline myself so. its what i can offer.

ok so, originally NCP, or the national comics publication (who will one day become DC), wrote their golden age heroes on an earth now designated as earth-2. in the 30s, just before the war, comic books absolutely exploded as a media format, and a bunch of companies all jumped the gun on creating superheroes. many of DCs most endearing and recognisable heroes were created all the way back then, however many of them also are not quite who you will recognise as the character today. hal jordan wasn’t green lantern, but was instead a man called alan scott, jay garrick was the flash instead of barry allen etc etc. don’t worry though! batman is still batman, and has been bruce wayne since 1939. earth-2 batman, as he will come to be known, is a bright kind of guy found on technicolour pages with a cute lil robin by his side – there is a reason for this. the war. literally NCP said we cant be sending out dark and gritty comics to people dying in trenches so time to make it colourful and faintly ridiculous, and bruce wayne is a surprisingly optimistic guy for a man who watched his parents be slaughtered in front of him.

of course, by the 60s, NCP (who are also sort of known as NPP and really known by your average joe as superman-dc, based on their most successful comic runs) had realised their timelines were getting a bit squiggly for their golden age heroes, and most of them had been replaced out by their silver age counterparts anyway. so between 1961 and 1963, NCP start creating another “earth”, officially designated earth-1, which would become their main planet for all kinds of superhero shenanigans. the justice society of america becomes the justice league of america, and when you think of batman, you’re probably thinking of earth-1 batman. at least pre crisis. and, once they get taste for building whole new earths, we also get earth-3 (1964), or “opposite world”, where the good guys are bad guys, and batman is owlman and instead of the jla we have the crime syndicate of america.  

so sim, what other earths did dc come up with? well, i literally refuse to list them all because it was a multiverse and they did not slow down, but the ones that are most important to me are earth-5 where the only hero to live on this planet is bruce wayne/batman, and earth-89 where lois marries bruce instead of clark ahAHAHHAA. but i can tell you that pre-crisis there are 91 designated earths, and basically it could have gone on forever. there was an earth-c minus, earth-124.1, an earth where everyone was reptiles, honestly it was a MESS. and therein lies the problem.

now i’ve just used the term “pre-crisis”. what’s that, sim? maybe you’re not very familiar with comics, or with the recent dctv version of said comics, and so i will endeavour to explain one of the most brain numbing storylines that spans DC. also known as a retcon. see all these earths with their own histories and heroes and well everything really was becoming very inconvenient and meant a lot of world jumping and who can interact with who and everything was getting like spaghetti because they couldn’t calm down on the earth-building. so DC (who are officially DC at this point, 1977 babeyy), specifically a guy called marv wolfman (coolest name ever) who was sick of so many earths, comes up with the bright idea that will later form into a comic run called crisis on infinite earths (1985-1986). it was a serious crossover event, really considered by many to be the first of its kind. it sold extremely well, boosting dc’s flagging sales against it’s biggest rival, marvel. and as for the plot, it’s a bit convoluted but essentially some bloke turns up and starts to destroy all these worlds, and it becomes a race between the heroes and villains as to who can save/conquer the remaining earths that are left. although there are crises before and after this specific run, pre-crisis basically always refers to this particular crisis event, as it really shaped DC for the next 30 years.

for a while the retcon does an okay job of keeping the number of earths low. there’s still some earths that are considered non-continuous floating around, but mainly there’s just earth-1, which is now a merger of the most important “earths” that existed pre-crisis, and a way for all of DCs heroes to now be in one place and interact with each other. other earths at this point include;

earth-23 (1986) – a small pocket dimension

earth-17 (1990) – we don’t talk about this. honestly spare yourself and. don’t look. its horrific.

earth-27 (1990) – a historically divergent planet with a hero actually called vegetable man.

earth-85 (1987) – a hodgepodge of post-crisis characters live here, chillin

earth-988 (1990) – superboy is the only hero in this universe

the antimatter universe – all of pre-crisis’ earth-3 villains, including owlman, get shoved here for later use when dc need a couple of villains to come back.

and for a while all is well. then comes DC elseworlds (1989). which. you know. i love. it gave me victorian batman. pirate batman. caveman batman. vampire batman. frankenstein batman. terrorist batman fighting against russian!superman. they even gave me marvel crossovers, with captain america meeting batman. it was a glorious time. technically elseworlds is not considered canon, ran outside of canon as a way for writers to explore those wacky kind of worlds lost to the crisis, which is dumb because some of the plot lines are both hilarious and incredible. but the numbers started to get ridiculous again. most elseworlds are named after the year that the plot takes place in, so we get earth-1889, earth-1938 etc, but even more of them just seem to have random designations. i think by the time they reached earth-5050 they sort of knew that theyd fucked up again. we’ve had zero hour, we’ve got hypertime and kingdom come, and besides, its been a while since they had a good crossover, so by the time 2005 rolls around its time for crisis pt 2 (because dc love to use the word crisis for crossovers) or as it’s officially known infinite crisis. infinite crisis has an even more confusing plot involving a bunch of slightly nuts versions of characters escaping a pocket dimension, earths being created and then merged, and a rogue ai which batman made and then has to destroy because his own creation becomes too powerful etc etc. the only good thing to come out of it was earth-0, or bizarro world, because bizarro & batzarro are my babies. don’t worry though, this new set of earths won’t last long either, as in 2008 DC conclude their trilogy of crises with final crisis that featured one of the most important events in batman’s history – darkseid “killing” him. yes the quotations are important. i’ll leave you to infer what they mean.

so 3 crises later and everything is still just as messy as they’ve ever been and there’s 60 years worth of comic history being tangled about, and marvel had already established a very successful reboot in 2000, and anything marvel do, we can do better, so DC do their first, full and proper reboot. unlike retcons before it, which is where they retroactively try to fix what people already know and simplify timelines & earths, this is like someone shaking the etch-a-sketch and starting fresh. back in infinite crisis an arbitrary number was assigned to how many “earths” there could be – 52. and so in 2011, DC go hey that’s neat and create what becomes known as the new- or nu-52. heroes are given shiny new backstories, everything is streamlined and wonderful, sales rise, DC has a clean slate to build off again.

ha.

yeah that doesn’t happen.

this reboot, also known as flashpoint, due to it being spawned from another big ol’ crossover of the same name, shows barry allen trapped in an alternate universe where everything is not quite right – his mother is alive, superman is nowhere to be found and he doesn’t have his powers. worst of all thomas wayne is batman. yeah, batman’s dad is batman. thanks DC, i hate it. reverse-flash has tried to change history and stop the jla from ever being formed – le gasp. barry goes to fix it, merges three universes together – earth-0, which isn’t a bizarro world but now the “main" earth, also called new earth or prime earth (DC), earth-13 (vertigo) and earth-50 (wildstorm), but also causes 10 years to be “lost” to these characters. there are now 52 brand spanking new earths, each sitting in their own universe as part of the multiverse. no one remembers anything except barry. even for a reboot and convergence of DC’s franchises, it’s messy as fuck. and it goes to shit very very quickly. people don’t really like n-52. DC have cancelled everything, certain characters such as cassandra cain-wayne are fucking ERASED from existence, no one likes the new costume designs, its an absolute shit show and the plots get very confusing very quickly.

so what do DC do?

they reboot again. sigh.

only 5 years after the mess of nu-52, they produce DC rebirth, a new relaunch of all their famous runs. brainiac does some magic and collects a bunch of worlds together and magically we’re all going to forget the last 5 years of comic hell. it is a reboot to retcon flashpoint as though that never happened. yes, DC are actually retconning their own reboots. talk about sweeping it under the carpet. technically “rebirth” only ran for a year as a promotional thing for the reboot, before joining with the larger, now-singular DC universe, however everyone still calls it rebirth because if we don’t give these things names it will get even more fucking confusing than it already is. rebirth also still has 52 universes making up the DC multiverse, just to make things even more simple and easy to understand (DC what is it with 52. why 52.) although lots of the earths in this multiverse have been re-designated – eg. pre-crisis earth-31 was home to an aged batman who fakes his death to go train a bunch of new vigilantes (the dark knight returns), and now 31 is an apocalyptic wasteland or some shite. a lot of these earths were re-designated during the flashpoint/nu-52 era, and even though rebirth was supposed to erase that, DC have decided never mind we’ll keep it. there’s also 7 mysteriously undesignated earths – ooh spooky, they definitely won’t feature in the next major crossover. also for a multiverse with 52 universes, they sure do have more than 52 : there’s the microverse, a bunch of universes collectively called “the sphere of the gods” where apokalips and like, literal heaven & hell exist, an innerverse???, dreamworld, limbo, DC are taking the piss they only said there were 52 earths but that means they can make as many other shitty dimensions and pocket-universes as they please apparently. don’t even get me started on the source wall. for the most part the writers just. don’t acknowledge this and stick to the main prime earth. for the most part. thanks for throwing thomas wayne as batman back into the mix, rebirth.

so that’s the last of it, right sim? eh, almost. it should have been the last of it, really. and then geoff johns couldn't keep his mouth shut and produced possibly the worst comic in recent history, if not ever, doomsday clock. now doomsday clock is a nightmare for an impossibly long list of reasons that i won’t get into here because this isn’t a rant about why i think doomsday clock is the worst thing to ever happen to dc (although that’s a catchy title i should use that some day) - no, the reason i bring up doomsday clock is because. oh my god even saying this makes me sad. doomsday clock proves that the pre-crisis universes still exist and are still out there. somewhere. canonically. sim why is that sad i thought you liked everything pre-52. it’s sad because it means at any point now, DC could bring them back, ruin their own legacy, make everything even more confusing than it already is. i love pre-52 stuff but you gotta leave it alone. currently doomsday clock has only established that these universes exist as a way to honour every era of superman, because DC didn’t want to completly erase some of the incredible work and storylines put into him as a character. fine, fair enough. but it does leave the possibility that they will try and return to them too. comic book writers love doing funky story lines like that. they think they need to write something that’s never been done before and instead of coming up with something actually unique, they just poke around in the multiverse WHICH IS HOW WE ENDED UP WITH THIS AS A PROBLEM IN THE FIRST PLACE.

ahem.

hopefully this helped clarify some stuff for people, especially those folks who aren’t big comic fans/expereience dc through the DCEU or DCTV, when encountering rpers who say they base their characterisation off of, for example pre-n52/flashpoint comics, like myself.

oh, and thank you for coming to my ted sim talk.

[lonelyandlovelorn]

Sweet

A/N: This one is in third person, which was kind of weird to write, but I hope you like it.

Genre: fluff

Warning: too soft

Word Count: 2500

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem reader

Summary: Bucky noticed that Y/N wasn’t very fond of touching other people… unless it was him. 

Masterlist

Bucky had been watching her for a while. In the beginning, he avoided her a little, as he did all new members. It was just what he did, not wanting to get too close too quickly. However, the moment she was introduced to the team, blushing and letting out a soft, “Hello,” Bucky was intrigued. This didn’t mean they were suddenly best friends, but he was always kind to her when she spoke to him, never making a specific effort to avoid her, as he had with some others. She was just as sweet in person as she was in front of the whole team. She was obviously very shy, but one of the nicest people Bucky had ever had the pleasure of meeting. 

She had been in the compound for about 4 months now, and Bucky had noticed a few things in his definitely-not-creepy observation. One, she didn’t touch people often, sometimes even stepping away from people so they didn’t touch her, but in a way that only someone watching her would notice. Two, she was very likeable, but most people did not try to make conversation because she rarely initiated any. And three, she seemed to have taken a liking to Bucky. He wasn’t trying to feel self-important, he had simply noticed that usually at dinner or movie night, if the seat next to him was open, that was where she sat. Along those lines, she didn’t make nearly as much effort to shy away from his touch, sometimes even leaning into him on the couch. Every once in a while, she would grab his hand, messing with it, though it never seemed to matter whether she got his real hand or the metal one. Bucky was also one of the few people that made conversation with her whenever he saw her, and she always seemed happy to talk to him. This didn’t mean the team didn’t like her; in fact, they all seemed enamored with her. She just didn’t talk as much as some members. Sam Wilson.

He didn’t know what to do with this information he had gathered. Since he had fallen off that train, people had treated him like he was dangerous, something to be feared. No one had been excited to talk to him or sit next to him when they saw his arm. No one except for her, that is. He didn’t understand why this obviously very sweet girl had gravitated towards him so much, not that he minded. He also wasn’t the only one to notice.

--

“Y/N really seems to like you,” Natasha observed quietly to him during a small party. Y/N had spent a lot of the night sitting next to Bucky on the couch, having just left to go to bed about ten minutes ago. Natasha was obviously trying to hint at something, but Bucky wasn’t sure what it was, so he just nodded. “Oh, so you have noticed?”

“Well, yeah, we have the same skill set, Nat, you can’t be shocked we noticed the same things.” Bucky side-eyed her with a smirk to let her know he wasn’t actually annoyed.

“Then I assume you’ve also noticed that the whole team is charmed by her, but you’re her favorite.” Bucky was slightly nodding before she finished talking.

“Well I don’t mind her company myself,” he said softly.

“Then I just want you to know that if you ever hurt that sweet girl, you will regret ever looking at her.” Bucky was startled by the threat and looked at Nat, who simply smiled and patted his shoulder before getting up and walking over to Bruce.

Not that Bucky had any intention of hurting her, but he was warmed by the fact that there were others willing to protect her.

--

“You’re really sweet with her, you know,” Steve observed one night while they were in the training room. Sometimes the two soldiers went down there to talk about the old days while letting off some steam on the punching bags or sparring.

“She’s a sweet girl,” Bucky retorted, not knowing what Steve expected.

“I just mean that you’ve always been a nice guy, but you’re very gentle when it comes to her. You’re cautious, like you’re worried you’ll scare her away, but she’s the one that gets close to you. It’s nice to see the way you watch her.” Steve was his best friend, he had known him his whole life, but it was unnerving to hear Steve talk to him like he was the inexperienced one. Like he was the older brother teaching Bucky about dating. But he also couldn’t argue with him, he was always cautious with you. You just seemed so delicate, he didn’t want to hurt you. “You just have to trust yourself Buck, because she obviously trusts you.” Steve patted him on the shoulder before heading out of the training room.

At least his best friend didn’t try to threaten him.

--

Y/N was a very sweet girl, but also incredibly smart. Tony Stark had compared her to Dr. Banner a time or two. Much like Bruce Banner, she was obviously recruited to the team due to a specific skill set, but it was something she avoided unless the situation was dire. This meant that none of the other avengers knew what she could really do until she was absolutely needed.

They made it about 6 months into knowing her without ever finding out what her powers were. That was until the compound was attacked. Hydra attacked in the middle of the night, surprising most of the Avengers, although none of them were shocked that they had come for their Winter Soldier. Everyone was fighting their own battles when Y/N came out of her room to figure out where she was most needed, but Bucky was surrounded. Even a super soldier could be overpowered, and it was obvious that that was happening. She didn’t even think before acting, she simply attacked after seeing him in danger.

Every man was down within a few seconds, all of them knocked out. It wasn’t until later, when she explained to the team what had happened, that Bucky realized how powerful Y/N was. Apparently she had somewhat similar powers to the Scarlet Witch, although hers remained strictly telepathic. That also meant that her powers were much stronger than Wanda’s in that aspect. It turned out she had essentially gone into every agent’s mind simultaneously and incapacitated them. It was apparently a one way street: she could put things in people’s heads, but she couldn’t see into them. She wanted to reassure the team that she wasn’t a threat and that they wouldn’t have to worry about her getting into their heads. She wouldn’t say any more than that, but the rest of the team had a pretty good idea of just how strong she was.

Following this incident, a few members of the team kept a slight distance from her. Not in such a way to hurt her feelings on purpose, but that generally occurred anyway when those who had felt the worst effects of mind control before unconsciously avoided her. Throughout all of this, she had stopped seeking out Bucky’s company as often, knowing his history with people controlling his thoughts.

While Bucky could understand this from her standpoint, he missed her presence. He wasn’t afraid of her like some of the others, he saw that she had done all of that to protect him and the rest of the team. Since she no longer sought out his company, he made the effort to sit next to her at dinner or on the couch. He had even started picking up her hand when she was sitting next to him.

When she seemed to realize that he still enjoyed her company, she returned to her normal routine of playing with his hands while they talked.

--

Although they had gone back to their old routine, something had changed. Bucky couldn’t put his finger on it until he saw her one morning, sleepy-eyed with bed hair. His affection for her slammed into him like a train. He was totally in love with this sweet girl and didn’t know what to do with it.

He pulled Steve aside one day to tell him about his situation and to ask for help. He was not expecting Steve to start laughing at him when he finished, but assuming the laugh was at his expense, he glowered at his best friend, waiting for him to stop chuckling, which took an annoyingly long amount of time. Finally, Bucky got frustrated and started to walk away, but he didn’t make it very far before Steve grabbed his arm.

“Wait Buck, I’m sorry, it’s just… you just realized?” Steve watched him for a minute before he realized he was completely serious. “Really? Literally everyone noticed, some people thought you guys might already be dating and just hadn’t told the team yet.”

“Really? I don’t know, I never really realized before that she just makes me… happy.” A dopey smile crossed his face as he thought about her, before he realized something else. “Wait a second, we definitely aren’t dating. Did you think we were dating?”

“No, I knew you would tell me if you started dating her, I just thought you already knew you were crazy about her. I mean, come on, you guys are constantly holding hands, and you should see the way you smile at her. It’s nice to see you like that again.” Steve was smiling at Bucky like he was proud of him for something.

“I never said I was crazy about her.”

“I know, I did,” Steve said, walking away from him with a chuckle.

--

Bucky was sitting with Y/N on the couch, watching a movie. Or at least, pretending to. He couldn’t even say what the movie was called because he was so focused on the smaller hands holding his metal one. Y/N was tracing his palm, seeming completely unbothered by the fact that his arm was a weapon, as she had been from the very beginning.

He was talking before he had made any conscious decision. “Y/N?”

She looked up at him immediately, not pausing her motions, “Yes, Bucky?”

There was something about the way that she said his name, with so much trust and underlying affection, that made his heart beat faster.

“Can I talk to you about something?” Something in his voice must have made her nervous, because she stopped her motions on his hand. She didn’t remove her hand though, simply left it on top of his, curled anxiously into a slight fist.

“Anything, Bucky.” She obviously meant it, she was there for him no matter what he needed to say.

He sighed, not knowing how to broach the subject and not wanting to make her uncomfortable, as he seemed to be the person she could be comfortable around no matter what. He scrunched up his eyes and just said, “I like you.”

“I like you, too. You’re my favorite person here,” she said innocently, obviously not comprehending what he had meant.

“Man I wish you could read my mind right now,” he muttered, not wanted this to get any more awkward.

“I could try, but my powers really don’t work that way,” she quipped.

Bucky looked down at her, smiling at her way of easing the tension. He psyched himself up for a different approach. He had to look away before he started talking, not wanting to see her face as he said it. “Alright doll, when I said I liked you, I meant romantically. I like having you around and I like when you hold my hand.” At this, he threaded their fingers and squeezed. “I like the way you say my name and I like that I’m your favorite person here. I like that you aren’t scared of me, that you never have been. You don’t have to reciprocate, I just figured I should get it out there instead of letting it make things awkward.”

He didn’t know how to handle her silence following his confession, but he took it to mean she didn’t feel the same way, so he loosened his grip on her hand and went to stand up. Then he felt her grip on his hand tighten as she held him there. When he glanced over at her, she was looking at the floor, her eyebrows pushed together like she was trying to figure out a difficult problem. He studied her for a while before she finally turned to him, a breathtakingly sweet smile on her face.

“I like you, too,” she quietly repeated, obviously putting more meaning into it this time. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand back. They stared at each other for awhile before either of them spoke.

“I’m really glad you said something, because I never would have had the courage to tell you,” Y/N admitted sheepishly. Bucky simply squeezed her hand in understanding and sent her a gentle smile. “You know, you were the only person who never looked at me differently after you found out what I could do. You didn’t step away from me, you always said hi, it was like I was still the exact same person to you, and you don’t know what that meant to me.” She wasn’t looking at Bucky as she said all of this, not great with keeping eye contact even in normal conversation.

“I know exactly what you mean doll. I think you’re the first person to ever touch this arm without a second thought for what it has done. You’re more fascinated by it than you are afraid of it, and that just reminds me every time of what a good heart you have.” She had already had a light dusting of pink on her cheeks before this, but following this, she was fully blushing. Feeling satisfied and content, Bucky leaned back into the couch, finally glancing up at the movie with the intention of at least watching the end.

The small peck he felt to his cheek was an absolute shock to his system, causing him to whip his head in her direction in surprise. She was rosy but smiling at his wide eyes. Seeing her so beautiful in front of him spurred Bucky’s next actions. He reached his hands up to her face, holding her like she was something precious, loved, and leaned towards her. Sensing what his plan was, she immediately closed her eyes and leaned in, giving him complete permission and trust with that little action. This led him to surge forward and connect his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. When they pulled apart, they smiled happily at each other before silently leaning back into the couch, Bucky wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him.

Near the end of the movie, Y/N had drifted off and Bucky felt his phone vibrate.

NR: My threat still stands.

[yeaaabudddy]

Betrayal Pt.2

Ship: Damian Wayne x Reader (Y/N)

Type: Angst

Requested: Yes, by anon. (Thank you for the detailed request that the one anon sent, I hope I did it justice!)

Words: 1 768

Notes/Warnings: Death. 

Hello guys, sorry this took so much time to write and also it isn’t the best sequel but I still hope you enjoy it! The transition might be a bit weird because I went from the end of Injustice 2, the video game, to Injustice Gods Among Us: Year 5 issues 25 & 26! Also, thank you for over 100 followers on this account!! More content hopefully coming soon!

Part 1

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You don’t know what had happened, it was like you had woken up from a weird dream, essentially. You were present and awake while everything was happening but it was like you couldn’t make decisions for yourself, couldn’t control yourself.

You saw and heard everything but your brain was reprogrammed to follow every order without question and full loyalty to Superman. You don’t really understand what had happened but you didn’t see Batman after a while and you wondered why, hoping nothing bad happened. You were answered when he showed up in front of you after a few weeks, delicately inserting a needle in your arm and carefully piecing apart the machine that was restricting you.

All at once you could feel your senses come alive and you instantly felt rage. Rage and sadness to be precise. The emotions had been pushed away inside of you for so long that it accumulated. The last emotions you felt before you were placed under Superman’s control.

It all went towards Damian and you knew that. Your heart pounded, hearing the beats in your ear as you remembered what he had done to you. While you were under, you saw Damian many times. He would come to you when he was angry or sad to complain or hold your hand. You were unable to move or properly respond but you felt sad seeing him. That and anger.

You knew he wanted the best for everyone but to take away your freedom from you and make you a slave was too far that you couldn’t forgive him.

You look at Batman as he steadies you as you regain control of your body. You don’t know how he managed to come back from this but he’s Batman so you don’t question it.

“I have to go find Superman first, he needs to answer some questions.” You nod and stretch to get used to the feeling of moving your body on your own. You quickly follow Batman as he quietly makes his way into position in order to attack Superman. You hide behind a wall and watch, the dialogue of their fight catching you up to date and what you missed as you were still under control.

The realization that Alfred was gone had made your heart drop and you hated that the first thing you thought of was ‘How is Damian?’. Then just thinking about Damian made your heart hurt in pain as you realized how angry you are at him.

As you peek out from behind the wall you see Damian at a distance, slightly afraid as he watches the two most prominent figures in his life fight. The sight was horrifying to look at, even for you. Seeing how far this war had come to made this situation worse. How far has Superman has gone to ensure complete control over the world?

Seeing Batman put up a full fight against Superman and keep up was so surreal. Superman laid on the floor in defeat after a full fight and he was covered in his own blood which surprised you. Batman started dragging him up by his cape.

“Dad…” You heard Damian speak up from across the room. Your eyes snapped to his form, he looked almost speechless at the scene in front of him. You once heard Damian tell you that Alfred had said that Superman would lose to Batman because Superman was afraid and seeing this might have made him feel something more for that statement especially since Alfred died for Batman’s cause.

Batman wrapped his arms around Superman’s neck, choking him as Superman looked beat up and out of energy. He looked up at Damian, his eyes full of grief and sadness.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to cross the line and become a killer like Clark?” Blood ran down Batman’s face as he looked straight at Damian for an answer. Their relationship coming to a different level of sadness as the father faces his son for confirmation.

“Are you willing to kill me to save him?” You could tell Bruce was genuinely asking because he knew Damian didn’t believe in his way of bringing peace but would he go all the way and rebel against him with death on the line, with losing his father.

“Without a second thought.” Damian didn’t wait before throwing a shuriken straight at Batman but Bruce caught it without a struggle. The sight was heartbreaking because even though they weren’t on the same side, they should still not go to the stage where they were willing to kill each other.

Superman was Damian’s new dad, a dad who shared the same ideals, a dad who didn’t blame him for Dick’s death, a dad that was not Batman. That’s why Damian was on Superman’s side, he wanted a father figure who would understand his way and that’s who he thought Superman was.

Damian started to crack his knuckles to prepare himself for a fight with the intent of killing this time. Bruce left Superman lying on the ground, struggling to gather energy. He then attacked Damian with a super punch, his body still fueled by the green pill he took. Bruce held back a little of his power, trying to make Damian pass out and not kill him (obviously). He knew Damian wouldn’t listen to him and won’t leave him alone until they fought so he tried everything in his power to get him out of commission for a bit so he can leave.

While they fought you heard a noise from the other side of the room. You look and see Superman slowly getting up from the ground and mustering up a bit of energy in order to attack Batman, getting into position to ram into him. Yo notice that neither Damian or Batman notice this and you could tell Batman’s green pill power was running out as he wasn’t pulling his punches with Damian anymore. You knew he would not be able to take on Superman alone, especially not with Damian coming at him with the intent of killing at the same time.

So you did what you thought was best in the situation. Enough of hiding behind the wall and hiding from Damian. You used the anger you felt and ran as fast as you could in between the punch coming to Batman’s back from Superman.

You actually had a whole speech ready for Damian, you were definitely going to teach him a lesson and maybe punch him a bit just to get even for all he’s put you through. You didn’t imagine that you wouldn’t even get to say a word to him.

The strength of Superman’s punch was way more than you could ever handle. You were in no means a super and you didn’t have a green pill to strengthen you up. You knew this was suicide when you stepped out behind the wall but you needed to do this for Batman, for the world.

The punch went straight to your face, you felt your neck crack as your head turned around from the impact. You knew that it was it for you. You were able to hear Batman and Damian’s footsteps running towards your body as you felt the life slipping out of you.

Damian’s face made its way into your vision, his face visibly pale and tears gathered up in his eyes.

“No, no way. Not you.” Damian cradled your body into his arms and Superman looked surprised at his own actions. His hands bloodied up and the reason as to why you lay here dead.

It wasn’t his fault though, he didn’t mean to kill you. He was supposed to hit Batman not you.

“This is who you’re siding with?” Batman’s last words really struck Damian but he was still trying to make up excuses for him. It was also the last thing you were able to hear before you fully left your body. The last few seconds of your life held in the hands of Damian Wayne, the person you loved so much but hated at the same time.

Batman ended up taking your body even though Damian had objected as you were his girlfriend but you were fighting Bruce’s battle, ended your life for him and he had to fight for you, make sure to save more people in your name.

“She wasn’t yours anymore Damian, not after you gave her to Superman. I could feel how angry she was when she came back.” Damian’s face dropped as he realized that he did lose you when he gave you up. How could he accept himself if he doesn’t try everything though?

“W-what about the Lazarous pit?” Damian suggests, his eyes wide as he looks at Bruce and Superman who realized they needed to put away their fight as your corpse laid in front of them. Flash and Wonder Woman had joined since then, ready to capture Batman before seeing your lifeless body in his arms. The shock of another death of a fellow hero, even if you weren’t on their side. A death is a death no matter who it is.

Barry put his hand on Damian’s shoulder for comfort as they all knew that the pit wasn’t a good option. Yes, you would come back but at what cost? Batman wouldn’t allow it anyways.

“It’s still an option, she can come back. I just have to tell-”

“Damian.” Batman’s voice cut Damian off. Batman knew the effects of the lazarus pit weren’t ideal and that you would suffer more coming back into this world after you met your demise. You had come to terms with it when you died for Batman and you knew you wouldn’t survive the attack.

Tears fell from Damian’s eyes as he realized that you were fully dead this time. No bringing you back, you weren’t there as a zombie, and you were definitely not fully conscious in his arms. Only a few moments ago you were there, breathing and alive even if you couldn't speak and act out on what you thought. You were still there in some way. Now you were totally gone.

Damian would always hold the responsibility over your death. He will always remember what he gave away for what he thought was right. Seeing your lifeless body after having to endure Alfred’s death not too long ago made him realize that maybe he was in the wrong. He should’ve been able to help you or save you.

He had killed you when he gave you away and took away your freedom and now you really are just dead.

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Thank you so much for reading, sorry this part 2 was so late and if it isn’t what you wanted. If there’s a different outcome you want, send in a request and I’ll try to do it!

[lailannajacobs]

Roman Holiday pt. 6

Pairing: Loki X Reader 

Summary: Reader gets sick and, in dealing with their cold (that’s taking longer to shake than usual), they begin to see that maybe there’s more to their usual sparring partner than they originally thought. Maybe, getting sick was exactly what they had needed?

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff 

Word Count: 2.1k 

A/N: Hey guys, hope you enjoy this part as much as I do! The weather is horrible over here so it was fun to write something more fun! Especially before it gets a little more angsty. Let me know what you guys think, I always love feedback and just knowing what you guys think! <3 

Masterlist is my bio!! 

“I don’t particularly care to be shot at.” Loki drawled, his voice dry and cocky.

“Well Clint got held up so you’re my new test dummy.” You looked up at the ceiling with a finger on your chin, “Or I guess I should just say, a dummy.”

Loki fidgeted in front of the target, staring you down from about ten feet away. This was the closest you’d ever seen him to being uncomfortable, and every time you lifted the bow you noticed his hands clench. For someone usually so composed, he was looking pretty antsy.

“I’ve seen what your little toys can do (y/n), I don’t understand why I have to be the target. The target is a perfectly acceptable target.”

“I thought you wanted me to take it easy Loki?” You sang, unable to wipe the smile from your face. “I’m only doing as you not so kindly asked.”

“This is not what I meant.” He crossed his arms.

You lifted the bow, lining it up with the middle of the target behind him. “Scared?”

He raised a brow. “Of getting my face blown off?”

“Good point.” You conceded, lowering your bow again so that he could listen to your explanation without the fear of getting shot at. “I need someone who’s fast enough to actually render the explosives useless. And from what I’ve heard, you can take a beating if it goes south.”

“Says who?”

You grinned. “Bruce.”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen Loki look so unamused. “All I have to do is catch the arrow, correct?”

“For now.”

He looked like he wanted to ask you what you meant by that but decided against it. You didn’t tell him either. It was better if he didn’t know. Essentially, you needed to test out the explosives in the tips and the shaft. The first thing you needed to make sure was that they wouldn’t explode on impact. Your math should have been correct but it needed to be field tested first, just to be sure. Next was making sure that, if caught by someone with inhuman reflexes, they could detonate as soon as they were caught seeing as the physical contact on the shaft would detonate the explosives - both the stun ones and the fiery ones. Figuring out how to make it that they wouldn’t blow when nocking had taken most of last night but you were pretty sure you had figured it out. Sure enough that you weren’t afraid they would blow up when you touched them but not sure enough to know that they would actually detonate.

At least you had figured out a way to keep the arrows intact. You didn’t have it in you to make a whole other set for when Clint arrived tomorrow.

“All right, move to the side for a second.”

He did as he was told but couldn’t resist a snarky comment. “I thought the point of me standing here was to give you a harder target.”

“It was but I’m not Clint so you’re going to have to give me a few warm up shots.”

He sighed, probably bored now that he wasn’t getting shot at, and motioned for you to go ahead with a wave of his hand. So demanding, even when he was supposed to be taking directions.

As you lifted the bow and pulled back on the string, you took in a deep breath and held it as you aimed. You visualized where you wanted it to go and released, your breath following the arrow as it sailed through the air. Your eyes followed it, realizing too late where it was headed.

Loki ducked, the arrow narrowly missing his head as it flew past and exploded into the wall far behind. Chunks of wall flew to the ground and dust filled the air. You chewed your thumb nail. It shouldn’t have exploded on impact. That was one of your manually detonated arrows… You swore. Something was wrong with your calculations.

“I thought you said,” he growled and he lifted his head with a flick, his hair flying out of his face, “you weren’t shooting at me.”

You shrugged. “I wasn’t.”

Did you feel a little bad that you had almost shot him with a explosive arrow? A little. Were you worried enough about his safety to change the plan? Absolutely not. But were you worried about Steve’s reaction once he learned that you blew a hole in his wall? Enough that you were going to switch to regular arrows for your first couple shots.

“I don’t believe you.” He said as you ran to the wall to check to see if your arrow hadn’t splintered into a million pieces.

“I’m serious!” You protested with a laugh that didn’t help your case. “I was aiming at the target.”

You could feel his green eyes boring into you from across the room. “Clearly your so called cold is affecting your archery skills.”

You let out an awkward laugh, “Yeah…”

A breath of relief escaped your lips when you spotted the arrow behind a chunk of concrete. It was warm in your hands but otherwise unscathed. At least you had figured out one part of the problem. You stared at it for a long time, hoping the answer would jump out at you until you noticed that Loki hadn’t said a word in too long. You turned around.

His eyes were locked on you, his head tilted in observation. When you made eye contact the the corner of his lips spread into a wide grin, his tongue pressed to the space between his teeth. He took a step forward and your heart began to race. You knew that smile. Knew it all to well. The only time you ever saw that smile was when you were about twenty seconds away from losing. Which worried you right now because whatever game you were playing, he clearly had a head start.

Almost Three and a Half Years Ago

A wolf. That’s exactly what Loki reminded you of as you stood across from him, geared up in workout clothes with only your wits and your lack of skills to protect you.

Thor stood off to the side, excited and ready to coach his newfound friend. He had mentioned something about teaching you certain moves before putting you in an actual fight but had decided against it in favour of seeing what self defence skills you actually had. He figured it would be more effective if he knew what he was working with.

You could have saved him the trouble by telling him that your skills were almost nonexistent, but you hadn’t wanted to give anyone else a reason to think you didn’t belong here. It was a losing battle you had been fighting with yourself, ever since you had arrived at the compound a few days ago.

Although you knew everyone else in the hall was focused on the person they were paired up with, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. You assumed it was because you were out of your element that you were so self conscious, but it might have been because Loki was staring you down like prey.

You rolled your shoulders back, refusing to let him think he intimidated you. It was the fight that was daunting, you reminded yourself. Not him. And you’d make sure you made that very clear, even if you had to lose every single round to prove it to him. You knew the only way to show that you weren’t afraid, was to dive right in, and pretending you weren’t afraid was something you had perfected while in the mob.

The corners of his mouth pulled into a wide grin and once again you were reminded of a wolf - a wolf who knew very well that its prey was trapped.

“Your move (y/l/n).”

Gritting your teeth, you looked over at Thor. He gave you a wide, encouraging nod and motioned for you to go ahead. You threw a punch toward Loki’s jaw but before you knew what was happening you were flat on your back, the air sucked out of your chest on impact.

When you opened your eyes two heads peered down at you. Although both men were smiling, only one was encouraging. The other was victorious, taunting you to try again.

He stalked forward, his grin somehow widening with each step. “The cold isn’t affecting your archery skills at all is it?”

You didn’t answer. There was no use in protesting when it was obvious he was asking rhetorical questions.

“You’re really just terrible at archery, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t classify it as terrible.” You ground out.

“Take another shot then.” He dared.

If you didn’t shoot, you proved him right. If you did, there was still a huge chance that you would prove him right. Either way, you knew you were going to lose.

You let out a sigh, walked over to where you had been before and nocked the arrow. You could do this. If you had stopped trying every time you were afraid to lose against Loki, you wouldn’t have become half as talented in hand to hand combat as you were now. And as much as you hated to lose against him, every win or loss made you a better fighter. At least, that’s what Thor kept saying to convince you to keep sparring with his brother. That’s what you told yourself now and you took aim and let the arrow fly with your exhale.

The sound of the arrow pinging off the wall and clattering to floor echoed in the empty hall. You stared at the arrow on the ground for a second before Loki’s chuckling filled the air. You glared at him but couldn’t help but be partly mystified at the sound. It wasn’t something you heard all that often.

You smacked his arm. “Oh, shut up.”

He shook his head, his eyes dancing with mischief. “I will not.”

You convinced yourself not to shoot him if only because you’d be mortified if you missed at such a close distance. He continued to chuckle as if daring you to shoot, but you held your ground, glaring at him instead.

“All right,” he grinned once he was done, “You’re never going to be able to test your arrows if you can’t shoot them.”

“Thank you for stating the obvious.”

He rolled his eyes. Obviously he thought he was the only one who could answer with sass. You watched as he approached, wary of his unspoken plans.

“Lift the bow.” he ordered. “Aim.”

You lifted a brow.

“What?” He groaned.

“Please.”

He shook his head, not understanding. “Please what?”

“Lift the bow and aim, please.”

“I’m instructing you, not asking.” his jaw twitched, “There’s no use for please.”

“Fine.” You raised the bow, “If you’re not going to say please then be less grumpy about it.”

“Fine.” The word was no less grumpy than before.

You aimed the centre of the target. “Now what?”

“Be patient.” He whispered, now from somewhere behind you.

You felt his fingers wrap around your hand and the bow, and his other fingers pushing down on your elbow, guiding it into the proper position.

“What are you doing?” The words came out in a soft exhale.

“Making sure I don’t die.”

“Nice to know…” you stopped that train of thought. “You could have fooled me. Dying seems to be one of your favourite tricks.”

“I’ve never been keen on actually dying.”

You hadn’t wanted to mentioned that he said the same thing to you just yesterday. That he wasn’t keen on you dying either. You didn’t know what it would mean if he realized that and you didn’t know what it meant if you were the only one to have realized he didn’t want you dead either. Maybe you’re mind only went there because of the fact that you could feel his breath on your neck and his calloused fingers wrapped around yours. But this was Loki. He was just your sparring partner. He meant nothing by it. He only wanted to keep himself unharmed.

Steering the conversation back to less weird ground you asked, “What next?”

“Take in a deep breath.” he waited, then tilted the bow up a little, “Aim and when you’re lined up, release.”

When you let go of the string, the arrow hit the board with a satisfying thwack. It wasn’t on centre, not even close, but at least it hit the target. You couldn’t help the grin on your lips.

“Again?” His voice had lost all of its its grumpiness.

You nodded. “Again.”

[avengerscompound]

Swipe Right - Chapter 4

Swipe Right: A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous | Next For your POV

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2100ish

Warnings:  None for this chapter.

Synopsis:   Steve is pulled away on a mission.  When he comes home, he only wants to see you.

A/N:  Re-uploading from @emilyevanston.  

THERE ARE IMAGES IN THIS FIC THAT ARE ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY.

Chapter 4

Steve had gone home from the date feeling good.  He’d learned a lot about you, which surprised him considering how much he already knew thanks to how much you talked.  Plans were made for the following Friday.  Dinner and a movie.  A little cliche maybe but he couldn’t just expect you to want to spend all the time in your apartment even if he did feel really comfortable there with you.

Of course, Sam had wanted all the details.  The word of Steve dating had started spreading through the team had gotten word that this might actually be something serious and not just one of Sam’s stupid ideas that wasn’t going to work out.

“You didn’t kiss her?  Come on, Cap.  It’s a whole new millennium.  You gotta go in for the kiss.”  Tony scolded.

“Give him a break.  You gotta set the pace that fits.”  Sam argued.

“She said for me to go with my gut.  I’m gonna do that if that’s okay with all of you.”  Steve said.  “It’s one of the things I like about her.”

“Wait… wait.  Didn’t you say to me that you were the expert on taking to long?”  Bruce asked.

“I won’t take too long.  I’ve only been on two real dates.”   Steve argued.

Tony snorted.  “I’d have gotten laid eight times in two dates.”

“Oh, leave him be,”  Natasha said.  “She has autonomy too.  If she thinks it’s going too slow she can nudge it along.”

Otherwise, it was just a normal week.  That was until the signs of HYDRA infiltrating the three different multinationals.  He and the others were going to have to weed them out and force their hand before the whole thing got out of control.

He’d never felt guilty about needing to go on a mission before.  The only other relationships he’d had were with other people in the same position as him.  Often they went on the missions with him.  He felt terrible.  He hated that he was letting you down.  He hated he wasn’t going to be able to speak to you every day.  Most of all he hated that you were almost definitely going to worry.

Steve looked over the briefing for the mission as he buckled up his suit.  It wasn’t going to be quick that was for sure, but to narrow it down to a specific time wasn’t going to be easy either.

That guilt set in.  He didn’t want you to worry about him.  He knew what that felt like first hand.  The feeling of helplessness.  It wasn’t fun.  He wasn’t sure what he could say that would take it away though.

The change in topic was startling and Steve had no idea what it meant.  Were you not worried?  Why did you want a photo of him in uniform?  Those fears of you seeing him only as Captain America returned and he tried to push them away.  He knew you.  He knew you weren’t that.

He stepped in front of the mirror and took a photo feeling extremely uncomfortable.  He was still not at all used to this trend of taking photos of yourself.

Steve started laughing.  Just like that, his mind was put at ease.  He could see what you were doing now.  You were trying to let him know you were okay.  So that he wouldn’t worry about you.

The mission dragged.  He spent a lot of time indoors on comms while Natasha and Clint did the things they were good at.  Tony drove him absolutely crazy as he paced the room using his tech to hack into different accounts and pull out details of plans.  It was long and often boring but there was a blackout.  They didn’t want to risk HYDRA realize they were there.  So no personal communication.

He missed saying goodnight to you at night.  He kept finding himself reaching for his phone every time it was his turn to sleep just to tell you goodnight.

When shit had finally hit the fan and the huge firefight had gone down, he was thankful.  He could do fighting.  Fighting meant not being cooped up.  Fighting meant it was almost over.

The arrests were made and the team limped home.  As soon as he got his phone back in his hand, before he even took off his uniform, and even though it was late, he texted you.

“Cap.  What are you doing?  We gotta debrief.”  Sam said packing his wings away.

Steve looked over to him and blinked.  Of course, they did.  Not that he’d forgotten.  He just wanted to put your mind at ease.   “Yeah.  Just letting her know I’m back.”

“Alright, loverboy.  We all wanna go to bed though.  So hurry it up.”  He said.

Steve really, really wanted that too.  It took a long time to debrief and he didn’t want you to stay up all night waiting for him.  Especially, when really what he wanted was to see you again.  To have that date that you missed out on.

Going to the farmers market sounded good, to be honest.  A really normal couples thing to do.  He knew that the Union Square one was a little safer for celebrities too.  The New York rule of leaving people be, came in to play.

The debrief took hours and he was really glad he’d convinced you to go to sleep.  After it was done he dragged himself to bed he passed out almost immediately.  He woke as early as he always did and did his run by himself.  Sam would take no part in going for a run after a mission.  He once claimed it went against the natural order of things.  After his run, he showered and caught the 6 train to Union Square.

He scanned the markets as he headed into them from the subway station.  He spotted the stand and then you, standing scanning the crowd.  He came up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

“Oh my god!  Steve!”  You yelped lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his waist.  You hugged him tightly and for a split second, he was completely startled, just holding his hands out not sure what he should do.  He wasn’t used to public displays of affection and generally, he wasn’t a huge fan of them.  On top of that, the two of you was still just getting used to physical affection.

He knew he liked it though and he relaxed, welcoming it and wrapping his arms around you, melting into the embrace.   He breathed you in happy to have you in his arms and to be back and safe.  “I missed you.”  He whispered.

“I missed you too.”  You replied.  “I kept checking my phone every morning, expecting my good morning message.”

Steve chuckled and nuzzled in a little against you, enjoying the warmth and closeness between you.  “Mm… It felt very weird not saying goodnight to you when I got into bed.”   You let each other go and he offered you an elbow as he looked down the farmer's markets.  “Are we shopping for anything particularly?”  He asked.

“Just some fruit and veg.  There’s a place that does some really nice bread and I might get some cheese if it grabs my fancy.”  You answered.  “It usually does.”

He chuckled.  “It is hard to resist.”

He walked with you slowly down the rows, stopping when you saw something you needed and putting it in one of your shopping bags.  Steve loved how genuine this felt.  How real.  He carried one of your bags and stopped to try free samples always particularly liking when it was something he hadn’t tried before.  While he had dated before, those people technically worked with him and they’d never just done something as mundane as grocery shopping before.  That on top of being out in the sun, in his city, the Flatiron building so close as well as being in view of both the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings.  He felt like a normal guy and he hadn’t felt like that in over 70 years.

“Can you talk about it?”  You asked.

The question didn’t surprise him.  He also couldn’t answer it.  It was all ‘need to know’ and you were not ‘need to know’.  He gave you the answer he gave anyone who asked.  “The mission?  Not really I’m afraid.  It went as expected.  There was a firefight.  Minimal casualties.  None on our side.”

“You’re okay though?  I mean… you’re okay?”  You asked him.

He looked down into your eyes and saw the concern there.  He smiled softly both touched and hoping to reassure him.  “Yeah.  I’m okay.  We do what we have to.”   The sight of dozens of different chilis caught his eyes and he stopped to look at them.  “Look at all these peppers?  You think they’re hot?”

“Oh yeah.”  You answered.  “That one will burn a hole through your poor Irish tongue.”  You added pointing to the basket of wrinkly red ghost peppers.

He laughed touching his chest.  The fact you called back to his comment about his Irish parents touched him.  “Well, I don’t want that.”

“No.  How about instead we try all the different fruit butter in that stand there?”  You said taking a blueberry out of the punnet you’d bought and tossing it at him.  Your aim was terrible and while he did his best to compensate the berry just hit him in the cheek and bounced away.   “Hawkeye, I am not.”  You said as you both laughed.

“No.  If you were Clint, I’d probably be dead right now.  Would have choked on it.”  He replied as you moved to the next stall.

You chuckled.   “Well, just as well I’m no Hawkeye then.”  You said and lifted a popsicle stick with a scrape of apple butter up to his mouth.  He parted his lips and sucked the slightly tart apple butter from the stick as he gazed down at you.  His eyes traced your lips as he thought back about the day you had spent together.  How much he missed you while he was away.   This felt like it.  Now was the moment.  “What?”  You asked.

“I just… I really want to kiss you right now.”  He said.

“You should go with your gut.”  You replied.

He leaned down, hesitated for a moment and brought his lips to yours.

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

Us Against the World, Part 1: The Escape

Pairing: Hunter!Bucky x Female!Reader x Vampire!Steve Summary: A year since you discovered Steve was a vampire and met Bucky, all in the same night. A lot has changed since then, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. With the world out to get you, you take each and every day with the two men as a blessing. Even if one is a bloodsucking immortal vampire and the other promises to put a bullet in his skull if he hurts you. Warnings: Blood, blood consumption Word Count: ~2,046 A/N: This is the sequel for A Night to Remember. ANtR isn’t required reading, but it’s a short fic, well worth the time just for the bit of background you get! I’m playing fast and loose with Supernatural lore here. Bear with me.

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“Go go go!” Steve yelled as he shoved himself next to you on Baby’s already-cramped bench seat and slammed the passenger door shut so hard the whole car shook.

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Bucky said, strained, as he flicked the ignition and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal the moment he was able. Baby’s tires screeched and skidded in the gravel for a few agonizingly long moments before they eventually found traction.

You spun in your seat and stared out the rear window, looking for any movement in the trees. Steve exclaimed his distress as Bucky swerved dangerously on the narrow dirt road and a second later you felt Steve’s slightly cool arms around your waist, holding you firmly in place as Bucky wove through the twisting countryside.

“Jesus, Doll, you nearly made me run us off the road,” Bucky cursed, eyes not leaving the road in front of him.

“Sorry, Buck,” you murmured distractedly, frail human eyes trained warily on the rapidly-shifting scenery.

You felt more than saw Steve shift next to you, likely looking for any pursuers, too.

The three of you sat tensely for a minute before you finally felt safe enough to carefully twist back in your seat, this time wary of jostling Bucky’s arms.

“Anything followin’ us?” Bucky asked gruffly, sending the rear-view mirror a paranoid glance.

“Doesn’t appear so. Seems like the dogs gave up,” Steve said quietly as he turned his attention back to the two of you. He went still then a second later, nostrils flaring. “You’re hurt,” Steve said, shockingly blue eyes focused completely on you.

You fought back the fight or flight instinct that was attempting to rear its ugly head at the hunger in Steve’s eyes. A year together and he’d never broken his promise of never hurting you or Bucky and you weren’t about to let his being a vampire stop you from liking the man.

A quick pat down ended with you hissing in pain as your hand met your forearm. Sure enough, your hand came away red with tacky half-dried blood. You didn’t miss the way Steve’s eyes tracked your arm as you turned it so you could see the somewhat worrisome gash painting your sleeve red.

“You alright there, pal?” Bucky asked sharply over your head. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was likely shooting Steve a cold, assessing look.

Steve gulped audibly and nodded, gaze flicking up from you to Bucky and back down again. “‘M alright. Should get that patched up soon, though,” he said shakily.

“Is it a bite?” Bucky asked tersely, worry seeping into his voice.

You studied the wound carefully and tried your best to remember the fight that had gone south for the three of you so quickly. You were pretty sure you’d remember getting bitten by a werewolf, though. “Think it’s just a scratch.”

Bucky shifted restlessly beside you and you were surprised when Steve gently took your arm and looked at the cut closely, brows pulled low over his eyes and jaw clenched tightly.

“Steve...” Bucky said quietly, warning in his voice.

“’M okay,” Steve breathed, coiled tightly as a spring.

In a show of trust you turned away from Steve as he assessed your arm and ran your free hand through Bucky’s long, windblown hair. Some of the tension leaked out of his shoulders at the touch and you smiled fondly at him. “Thanks for worrying about me, Bucky.”

He looked a little bit too much like a pleased cat as your fingernails scraped gently at his scalp, the glance of his grey-blue eyes holding nothing but adoration. “It’s my job to worry about you. Both of you,” he said quietly, gaze sliding to Steve, who was still staring at your wound with an intensity that likely would have scared you a year ago.

Both you and Bucky twitched at the sound of ripping fabric and you turned back to look at Steve, surprised to find him ripping a long strip off his shirt off. You raised an eyebrow but a second later he was carefully wrapping it around the wound on your arm, giving you an apologetic glance as you hissed in pain as the cotton met the open wound.

“Not a bite,” he reaffirmed. “We can clean it up proper later, but it’s more important to stop the bleeding now,” Steve said calmly, as though his pupils weren’t blown wide with lust and longing from the scent saturating the car.

“Thanks Stevie,” you said with a smile, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. Your smile only widened as his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and he suddenly looked taken aback, not at all like the deadly creature of the night that he was. He glanced away and, now that Bucky was going a much more reasonable speed, rolled down the window. “Tasha’s is closest. We should stop there.”

Bucky nodded along to that idea, giving you another inconspicuous glance that you only noticed because you’d long since taken notice of his ticks. Unlike Steve, Bucky’s affection wasn’t as large or grand, but obvious in the small things he did; gentle touches, watchful gazes, unwavering loyalty, extreme appreciation of your cooking (pies, specifically, got the most love).

Natasha was one of the few hunters who would still tolerate your presences. The entire hunter community hadn’t taken kindly to Bucky working with a “bloodsucker” and, of course, you’d gotten a share of the hate, too. Many of his old contacts wouldn’t even pick up his calls and more than one had threatened to shoot him, you, and Steve on sight if they saw you.

There were others, of course. Bucky had saved Thor’s life a few years back and the big blond hunter vowed to help his savior, no matter the company he kept. Bruce said he didn’t really care either way and Bucky had said, darkly, that he was thankful that, out of everyone, Bruce was someone who hadn’t turned on them. You couldn’t fathom why; for a hunter, Banner was mild-mannered, intelligent, and not all that dangerous-looking. The most confusing might have been Sam, though. He and Bucky hated each other with a passion, but he still allowed the three of you in his house whenever the need arose. Clint offered backup but didn’t allow any of you anywhere near his house. In fact, none of you knew where it was. Tony was an eccentric hunter contact who seemed more fascinated by Steve- and, specifically, your and Bucky’s relationship to him- than afraid or disgusted. He asked a lot of questions (talking a mile a minute while he did so), and always rewarded you for his endless prodding with whatever reagents the three of you asked for.

However, they were the minority. Not to mention most other vampires hated Steve for staying with you and Bucky. Vampires liked to stay in nests together, after all. They generally treated humans like food, not sentient beings. That one of their own would stay with two humans and even hunt their own kind? Well, the three of you had a trunk full of more axes and machetes than one would find in a knife store.

So it was essentially the three of you against the world.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” you muttered, moving to crawl into the back seat.

“No you don’t,” Bucky said instantly, taking his eyes off the road long enough to glare at you.

“Bucky!” you whined pathetically. You were so tired... and you hadn’t lost that much blood.

“Bucky’s right, Sweetheart,” Steve said gently.

You turned to look at him, betrayed, but he only smiled kindly at you. “Not you too,” you moaned despairingly, head hung low.

“Then how about we make a deal.” You were surprised when Steve reached for your bloody hand and pulled it close to his face. Bucky tensed next to you, wary and watchful but trusting in Steve’s self control.

His pink tongue darted out and licked a long line up your index finger. The effect was instantaneous: black overtook his eyes and his fangs shot out, but he stayed very still, holding your hand gently in his.

Heat shot straight to your face at the naked wanting in his eyes, but you stayed as calm as you could, not wanting to give into any instincts that would instantly mark you as “prey” to his base vampire nature.

He closed his eyes as he licked slowly up your middle finger, a low sound of pleasure rumbling in his chest.

Next to you, Bucky made a tiny strangled noise but he kept quiet and still, not wanting to interrupt or threaten Steve while he was eating.

“I’m listening,” you said, but your voice failed and it came out as a whisper instead.

Steve’s unearthly glowing blue eyes fixed on yours again and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “You stay awake for the ride to Natasha’s-” a pause as his bloodstained tongue lapped at your ring finger. A shudder ran down your spine and the corner of his lips tilted up. “-You let her check your arm out-” You stayed deathly still as the took your pinky in his mouth, fighting back a shiver of fear and pleasure as his fangs brushed ever-so-lightly against your skin. But a second later it was out of his mouth, now as clean as the others. “-And Bucky and I make you feel real good?” He mouthed wet kisses to your palm, tongue darting out to lap at the sticky blood. From the way his eyes closed and he sighed, he was clearly enjoying himself.

You felt yourself drawn closer to him, loving the way you could make him feel. It was a powerful, heady feeling knowing how you affected him. You knew that making him feel good would feel good for you too, and-

“That’s enough of that!” A metal fist sailed over your head and struck Steve upside the head. It Bucky had been punching a human it would have easily knocked them out, but Steve’s head merely whipped to the side for a second. He blinked a few times, expression a bit blank, and a second later the black of his eyes retreated to its usual white and his fangs receded slowly.

He glanced sheepishly at you, once again looking anything but the large, dangerous predator he was. “Sorry...” he muttered, subconsciously running a hand through his bangs as his gaze drifted to the floor of the car.

A wry smirk lit up your face. “I’ll only be angry if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain later.”

Steve’s head whipped up so quickly it nearly gave you whiplash. “You’re not mad?” he asked warily.

You smiled up at him and gave him a kiss that had him blushing to his ears. “Didn’t hurt me, Stevie. ‘Sides, how can I stay mad at a face like that?” you teased.

Steve, ever the debonair gentleman, stumbled for words and failed to find them. Instead, he leaned back and placed an arm over the back of the chair. You leaned into his side, smiling when your thigh ended up resting up against Bucky’s as you shuffled about. Without having to look you knew Steve’s hand was on Bucky’s shoulder, massaging absently.

“Don’t go to sleep,” Bucky reminded you gently.

You smiled and knocked his knee gently with yours. “I know, Buck. Stop mother henning.”

Bucky merely huffed an annoyed sigh and didn’t respond.

“Y’know, it’s a good thing you didn’t get bitten. I don’t know if I could kiss you anymore if you smelled like wet dog all the time,” Steve mused, not quite able to keep the smile out of his voice.

For his efforts you elbowed him the stomach, thankful it was your good arm. “Shut up, Steve.”

You were pretty sure you ended up doing more damage to your elbow than his rib cage and were rewarded with a chuckle and kiss to the top of your head.

Narrow escapes from a pack of werewolves? Just a normal Tuesday. Together, the three of you could do anything.

Or so you thought.

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Always- Part Two

Poly!Avengers x Plus sized!reader

Summary- You’ve been in a relationship with the Avengers for about a year. Then something happens that would change the dynamics of the entire relationship.

Message- Here’s part 2 to Always ! I might do another part. Sorry if it sucks!

Warnings- pregnant reader? Reader freaks out and runs away. Abandonment. 

Part One

Word Count- 1795

The past year had been amazing right up until it wasn’t. Your loves had been on a mission for the last week, leaving you alone in the tower. You had been feeling sick since they left, but you chalked it up to the flu that was going around. But then you had gone into your phones calendar and realized you were late, 2 months late. So you ran to the local drug store and bought a dozen pregnancy tests and that’s how you ended up on the floor of one of the bathrooms in the tower, sobbing as you stared at 12 positive pregnancy tests.

“What am I going to do?” You whisper to no one. Then you pick yourself off and you collect all of the pregnancy tests, and any evidence of them that was lying around. You move to sit on the couch and wonder how this happened, you had been so carful, always taking your pill, once all of you agreed to close the group. That was when you had all gotten tested, so everyone could stop using condoms. Then it hit you, you had been sick about 3 months ago, the medicine you had been prescribed must have messed with your birth control.

You can’t take this to everyone, it will cause a split in your family. Some of them will want to keep the baby, while some of them may not. Your stomach twists into knots as you think about it all. Then you realize you need to leave, they together and happy before you came along and they will be happy when you leave to. Blissfully unaware of why you left. You move to pack a small bag, and fill it with the essentials. When you had first moved in, Nat had made sure you had a lot of cash on hand, just in case you ever needed to run because of their enemies, so you grab that before erasing the past 24 hours of footage that JARVIS had saved. Then you leave, you force yourself to not look back, knowing that if you dwell on it you will go back home. You walk until you get to the train station, there you buy a ticket for the next train leaving the state. You rush to the terminal and barley make it onto the train, before it leaves. You try to relax while thinking about anything but the faces of your loves when they come back to an empty tower.

***

You ran for 7 months, using cash to pay for everything, but then you gave birth to your baby boy and realized you needed to put down some roots, for his sake. So you move to a small town and rent a tiny house in the middle of the woods. It’s there that you try to build a new life for yourself and Teddy (your son). You realize too late that you’ve gotten sloppy, and you used your real name on the lease for the house. You realize this because a Quin Jet lands right next to your home. You hope with all of your heart that Teddy will nap through what’s about to happen, because you were going to have to break their hearts- and yours. But you know that it’s for the best, they all deserve to be happy with each other. You hear a knock on the front door, you close the door to the nursery and you go to answer the door.

“Y/N.” Tony breaths out. Both Nat and Clint lower their guns slightly. “Who else is in the house?” Tony whispers.

“No one. I live alone.” You say.

“But you were abducted? Weren’t you?” Clint asks.

“No, I left of my own free will.” You say, keeping your face blank of all the emotions you were feeling.

“What?” Nat whispers, her voice cracking.

“I-I couldn’t do it anymore. The poly thing, it was too much. So I left.” You say, doing your best to sound indifferent.

“Oh.” Clint murmurs

“What about. What about always?” Tony asks, tears streaming down his face.

“I never meant it.” You force out. “It was just a phase. I-I never wanted to be poly, remember? Brock strong armed me into it.”

“You didn’t even say good bye.” Nat stammers out.

“It was just easier to leave.” You say, shrugging. “Where are the others?” You say noticing that Thor, Bruce and Steve were nowhere in sight.

“Why do you even care?” Nat hisses.

“Curiosity.” You say and Nat scoffs.

“Ever since you left, Bruce has had a hard time keeping the other guy in check so he stayed at the tower, Steve and Thor are staying with him.” Tony says.

“Well I wish you all well.” You say as you slowly start to close the door. But then Teddy starts to cry. Nat’s foot is instantly in the doorway, stopping you from shutting it completely.

“What was that?” She asks.

“Nothing!” You say, as you try to shove the door shut. “You need to leave!”

“Not until you tell us the truth!” Nat yells.

“I don’t need to tell you anything!” You snarl, hoping that would make her back off.

“Nat. Maybe we should just…” Clint says.

“No! She’s hiding something! We were happy and she just up and decides to leave for no reason! I’m calling bullshit!” Nat yells as she fights against the door more.

“She’s right.” Tony murmurs. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” You sob, finally breaking.  “Please just leave!”

“Just tell us what you’re hiding. Please.” Clint begs. You sob, a bit more before deciding there was no way out of this.

“A baby! I’m hiding a baby! I-I found out I was pregnant while you were all on that mission a-and I ran!” Then you back away from the door and rush to the nursery, there you see Teddy whimpering in his bassinet. You scoop him up and start to gently rock him, he slowly falls back asleep. You assumed that they had left, when they didn’t follow you into the nursery. You put Teddy back into the bassinet, take a deep breath and you go back to the front of your house, there you see Clint, Tony and Nat sitting around your dinner table, looking exhausted and hallow.

“We called the others, they’ll be here in about an hour.” Tony says and you just nod, sitting down next to him. “H-How old is the baby?”

“He’s about a month old.” You say.

“What’s his name?” Nat asks.

“Edward Y/L/N. But I call him Teddy.” You say.

“W-W-Who’s the father?” Tony asks.

“You. He looks just like you, he has your eyes, nose and mouth and when he’s trying to concentrate he makes the same face you do.” You chuckle.

“You didn’t give him my last name.” Tony whispers.

“I didn’t know at first, it took about a week for me to realize you where his dad a-and the name Stark draws a lot of attention.” You say. “We can have it changed, if you want.” At that, Tony just nods. “I-I missed you all so much.”

“Then why did you leave? Why would you do that to us! We loved you!” Nat yells. Your heart breaking when you notice the tense she used when referring to the love they had held for you. But before you can answer your front door fly’s open and you see Thor, Steve and Bruce enter.

“I left because I was afraid. A baby? That’s a big change to the dynamic of our relationship a-and what if some of you didn’t want him. I-I couldn’t let what you had be broken because of--.” You say, but you just start sobbing, Thor moves to you and pulls you into his arms, he lets your cry, as he rubs a soothing hand up and down your back. “I couldn’t stand the idea being forced into raising a baby, if you didn’t want to. None of you had ever talked about it before, so I panicked and ran.”

“Do you truly think so little of us?” Thor asks, his eyes filled with heartbreak.

“I-I-I” You stammer.

“Doll, it’s what we had. Not just us, you were in the relationship too.” Steve says. That’s when you’re truly realize how stupid you had been.

“Oh God.” You sob. “I-I’ve ruined everything, I’m s-s-sorry! Y-You all hate me!” You start moving away from everyone, your back hits a wall and you fall to the ground, you curl around yourself. All of the Avengers are frozen in their places, none of them knowing exactly what to do, they were mad at you but they still love you and they just wanted you back. “I’ll file the work to have Teddy’s named changed to Stark, I’ll have you added to the birth certificate, t-then we can work out some kind of custody agreement.” You say, miserably, looking at the floor as you talk. “I can move back to the city, that way it’s easier for all of us.”

“What are you saying?” Bruce whispers.

“You all don’t love me anymore. I-I get it, I really do! I’ve been so stupid!” You cry.

“Who said that we don’t love you anymore?” Steve asks. “W-We’re upset and angry at your choices a-and we’ll need time to fully trust you again, but-.”

“We will ALWAYS love you.” Tony says. “We just need to talk through some things.”

“Like you need to promise the next time one of us knocks you up, you won’t run away.” Clint says.

“Next time?” You ask.

“Oh yeah, Doll, as long as you’re okay with it, we want a huge family.” Steve says, smiling at you.

“Oh.” You whisper. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“We thought it was too soon.” Bruce says.

“We did not want to scare you off.” Thor adds.

“Maybe we should have said something, then we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Nat says.

“We should promise to tell each other everything from now one, no more secrets.” You say and everyone nods. “Do you all want to meet Teddy?”

“We would like nothing more.” Thor says and you smile up at him. Steve helps you off of the floor and they all follow you into the nursery.

“He’s gorgeous.” Tony murmurs as he lifts the sleeping baby up.

“We’re a family now.” Clint murmurs.

“Always.” You say, and everyone turns to smile at you and Teddy makes a gurgling noise.

“Looks like he agrees with that sentiment.” Bruce says, and everyone laughs.

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Pietro x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Reader spends most of her time with Pietro after joining the Avengers

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They found her in El Azizia, Libya one of the hottest places on earth ever recorded. Ironically, her power was ice. She was made of it and could control it completely.

The Avengers had an entire file on her and had decided she was essential to their team. However it had taken them a while to find them, and the team was tired and overheating, especially Pietro. The Speedster basically radiated heat and in 140° degrees the man was sweating buckets.

“They couldn’t just have sent one of us, no?” Pietro complained.

“Pietro, we don’t know how dangerous she is. We needed back up just in case.” The Captain responded as Pietro groaned.

“Maybe you’re just afraid of being frozen again, Cap.” Pietro smirked, momentarily feeling triumphant before a bead of sweat traveled down his forehead and into his eye.

She was hidden among a tribe deep in the desert, the arid wind blowing forcefully as she stepped out of her hut with a brown hood over her head.

The Avengers had drawn everyone’s attention as they stood in the centre of the village.

“That’s her.” Natasha whispered and she pointed to the girl standing behind the crowd, staring in confusion at the Avengers.

Pietro huffed as he rolled his eyes and they fell on her. The first thing he noticed was the wisps of black curls poking from under her clothing. Her bright blue eyes a complete contrast to her mocha colored skin.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” A man stepped forward and addressed them, obviously a leader of some kind.

The Captain and Black Widow stepped forward, talking in hushed voices while pointing to the girl.

Pietro continued to stare at her, something about her capturing his entire attention, something he couldn’t pinpoint but was dying to know more about.

“Y/N!” The leader beckoned her forward. She tried to step back into her hut and cower for a second, before stepping forward and following the Leader, Captain America, and The Black Widow into a hut bigger than the rest.

The Tribe noticed the arrival of the Avengers was peaceful and unconcerning to them, they returned to their respectful huts. Leaving the rest of the team to sit outside and wait for The Captain and Black Widow to return.

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“I cannot possibly leave, they need me here. I am their only water source.” Y/N argued.

“Stark Industries will take care of that. They’ll be in good hands Y/N.” The Captain finally managed to convince Y/N to leave her tribe.

With a final look of confirmation from the tribe leader, Y/N left to gather her belongings.

She raced out of the hut, out of excitement and concern. Causing the team waiting outside to jump to their feet as they stared at her. All but one, however.

Pietro was sat directly outside the entrance of the hut, so as Y/N zoomed out, she managed to trip on his outstretched legs. The Speedster was fast enough to catch her body before she smashed into the ground, putting them in an awkward position in which he was on top of her. One arm holding both their bodies above the ground while the other was secured around her waist. He noticed the frigid cold that radiated off her through her clothes, finding it odd in the immense heat.

“Hello.” He smiled.

She muttered a quick apology before detangling their bodies and pushing herself off him, leaving Pietro for slump on the ground and groan.

“Don’t even think about it you quick little bastard.” Clint commented as Pietro dusted off the dirt.

“I wasn’t thinking anything, old man.” He lied, watching the girl walk into her hut and emerge minutes after with a brown, tattered bag in her shoulders.

“We leave now?” Wanda asked when Steve and Natasha existed the hut.

“Yes, but I’ll be damned if I walk any longer in this heat.” The team sighed in relief as Steve radioed in for transportation and a jet arrived shortly after.

Y/N was now in new clothes, provided by Natasha.

Her hood that covered her long hair was now gone. She had (Y/C/H) that reached her waist.

And much like Pietro’s silver locks, she had streaks of silver running through most of it.

She wandered around the jet, mentally taking notes of everything she found odd.

“So many flickering lights…why?” She asked to no one in particular.

“The mortals think they are pretty.” Thor commented what he genuinely believed to be true.

“Well actually they all mean something. And they stop the jet from plummeting to the ground so…yeah they’re pretty.” Tony called out from the pilot’s chair.

“It’s very cold in here, yes?” Y/N shivered and rubbered her hands together.

“How does a person that makes ice get cold?” The Captain asked. However, Bruce answered him before Y/N could.

“Think of it this way; Pietro’s increased metabolism and homeostasis make a basically a human radiator. He gives off heat so he’s always warm. Which is also why he was the one to most suffer in Libyan heat. Y/N is ice, which is why the heat didn’t affect her. It was at most a cool 70 degrees for her in Libya.”

“That’s a good scientific explanation. I would’ve just told you ‘I’m cold’. “ She smiled.

Pietro then stood up, taking off his jacket and handing it to Y/N. She threw her hands up in protest, to which he simply shook his head and pushed the jacket closer to her.

“I radiate heat, really it is no problem.”

Y/N smiled and stuck her arms through the black sleeves.

“I could hug you if you’d like, you know…if you are still cold.”

“Pietro.” If looks could kill Wanda would’ve murdered Pietro right on the spot.

“I was just trying to be friendly.” He slumped back into his seat.

The Team finally landed at the Avengers tower. Where they were greeted by Agent Maria Hill who quickly took Y/N away to show her her room and hand her a schedule.

“What does all this mean?” Y/N stood in the middle of her room, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she stared at the piece of paper in her hands.

“It means you’re an Avenger.” Agent Hill smiled before exiting the room, leaving Y/N no less confused than before.

There was a white dress folded neatly in the middle of the bed with long white boots laying next to it . Y/N put on the dress, finding it very fitting everywhere except the bottom half that was loose. A navy blue steak raced up both sides of the dress. She studied herself in the mirrors, admiring the way the dress flowed with each of her movement.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, in the doorway was Pietro with yet another jacket in his hands. This time it was leather and navy blue.

“I thought this would match the dress, no?” He compared the jackets color to the streaks running yo Y/N’s sides.

“Yes, I think it matches well. Thank you, Pietro.”

“Well at least you won’t be cold, huh?”

“But you will be? Truthfully I do not wish to take all of your jackets.”

“Oh well…” he chuckled, not being able to find a way to tell her he would give up all his jackets as long as she was warm.

He settled for a much different response however, “New York City can get cold.”from

“It suits you.” Pietro spoke again to eliminate the silence that had fallen over them.

Y/N furrowed her brows at him in response.

“The dress. It suits you. Very…Icy.”

She smiled and Pietro nearly fell to his knees. He absolutely loved her smile. He wanted to make her smile for as long as he lived. Even better, he wanted her to smile just at him.

“Would you like a tour of the tower?” Y/N nodded and took Pietro’s hand which he had extended to her.

Her icy skin was a cool contrast to Pietro’s thermogenic one. Their temperatures contradicted each other, making it quite pleasant for both of them.

“You are lucky, printsessa. You’re room is right across mine. Wanda’s room is right down the hall.”

The tour was filled with flirty jokes as Pietro showed Y/N every inch of the tower. Arriving at the last stop which was the Gym. Steve, Natasha, and Bucky were all gathered around the mat, training with each other.

“Romanoff, why don’t you show Y/N her training gear? If she is up for it we can start today.” Y/N nodded and followed Natasha back up the stairs, leaving Pietro with Steve and Bucky.

“She should rest, no?” Pietro argued.

Steve looked at him with concern and impatience, “Ultron is building an army, and she needs to be ready.”

Y/N and Natasha returned shortly after. Both sporting similar black attire perfect for training.

“Why don’t you grab a jacket, Y/N? It’s cold down here.”

It took Steve more time to say the words than it took Pietro to zoom up and down the stairs. Skidding to a stop in front of Y/N and handing her the same black and white jacket he had given to her on the Jet.

“Thank you.”

“This? This is nothing, printsessa. As long as you are warm.”

[peacefulwriter88]

Ripples - Part 6

Warnings: Language, Angst… a little 18+ love so if you’re younger turn away…

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A/N: Finally a chapter! Sorry for my absence, it was also my baby Ben Barnes birthday today so I did a week of fiction and honestly didn’t have it in me to write for both because adulting. Hope you like this and this helps for those of you who are Team Bucky! More to come very soon.

Previous Part 5B

Bucky POV

You couldn’t have known that Bucky had gone up to the 7th floor balcony to finish dinner, to allow the cool autumn air to distract him from the way you had looked when you walked into the compound in your jeans and t-shirt. Couldn’t have known that he had heard every last painful detail of what had really happened that night with you and Steve.

He wanted to be mad at you and in a way he was. You had agreed to all of those things, under the influence or not. But he also knew that you were right when you fought a week ago - he had no right to demand that you choose. At the time, you were a free woman.

Besides, you knew about all the women he had brought into his bedroom the moment you had started working for Tony. Thought he had been very clever in hiding it but had known. Didn’t know that he did it every night to erase the image of you from his mind, not wanting to get attached and ruin your life. Using someone else to help him remember he didn’t deserve you.

So he couldn’t be mad at you because essentially you were doing what he had been doing to you for months.

Steve; however, was another thing.

Steve knew exactly how he felt. Knew exactly how you brought him to his knees. Knew that he had been battling for months to be a part of your world.

And the bastard pursued you anyways. Bucky finished his dinner, placing his bowl on a table as he got up, ready to leave. Not needing to hear more. Now he knew the truth and had to figure out what he wanted to do with it.

Natasha’s voice stops him as the silence between the two of you is interrupted. His hand is frozen on the sliding door because he wants to hear your response. Even if it's going to continue to hurt him.  

“What are you going to do..?” Natasha asks. Silence, the sound of the compounds quiet generator buzzing in the air before your soft response.

“I need to be honest with Bucky first. Need to tell him what happened. He deserves to hear the truth.”

His eyes close tight as Natasha presses.

“Uh huh.”

“Then I don’t know. Ask Steve if he remembers. Then I don't know.”

“You have to choose.”

“I know. I choose Bucky,” Hope fill his heart.  “....but I’m married to Steve and he deserves a chance too, you know.”

Darkness crashes over him and he’s yanking the door open, knowing he shouldn’t hear more. It was fair, in your position, to do so. You were right. You were married to Steve. If the roles were reversed, wouldn’t he want the same?

Of course he would but it didn’t mean it hurt less.

That night he gets no sleep. He’s too busy thinking about the way Steve’s lips were on yours, Steve’s hand possessing over your body. By the morning he’s exhausted and angry. He leaves his room in sweatpants and a T-shirt, a baseball cap thrown on backwards and his black workout shirt straining against his muscles as he huffs downstairs making a beeline for the coffee pot. He doesn’t realize you’re also there, wearing a black pencil skirt and light v-neck cotton blouse as you scroll through an array of reports. Doesn’t realize you’re there until your hands are on his back, asking him softly,

“Bucky are you okay?”

He throws a look your way, drinking you in before he smirks, taking a long swig of coffee.

“Just fine doll.”

You bite your bottom lip and he groans, grabbing the coffee pot and replenishing his empty cup. You were going to be the end of him.

“Are you sure? I made pancakes this morning. And eggs and bacon.”

He’s looking at you skeptically as you quickly add,

“I didn’t make it for Steve. I made it for you. Made it because….I didn’t realize you were upstairs last night. I wouldn’t have been so….about...you know...Steve and I getting married.”

Of course you had realized he had heard. He was quiet going outside but he knew by the time he left the balcony, he was a ball of angry nerves. He smirks, brushing past you as he begins making a plate, throwing a look over his shoulders.

“You’re making me a sympathy breakfast because you realized you fucked your husband, my best friend, and you feel sorry for it?”

You swallow deeply as you give a soft nod, your face twisting into sadness. He sighs as he places the plate down, cursing himself.

“Sorry doll,” he whispers, walking toward you. “We got a bad habit of hurting each other.”

You shrug but it doesn’t disguise the tear falling down your face and he groans, drawing you in for a hug. Tears were the last thing he had wanted from you. His arms wrap around you, drawing you closer to him as you sob into his chest.

“I didn’t mean to fuck us up.” your mumbling into his shirt and his heart breaks as he pulls you away, his hands resting on your waist. He raises his flesh arm to your chin, tiling you up to look at him.

“You didn’t do a damn thing doll. I mean, you married Steve sure but that was all my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed and pulled you away. I’m the idiot that’s been trying to convince himself that he didn’t need you when all I’ve ever wanted - all I’ve ever needed is you.”

The words take you both off guard. It's the most honest he had been to himself, let alone anyone else. His eyes soften as he brushes another tear aside.

“Forgive me?”

You nod before your whispering,

“Only if you forgive me?” Your tone is hopeful and he chuckles, bringing his metal hand up to your face. The meeting is cool against the heat your face is emitting  and you lean into it naturally. You were never afraid of him. Only saw him.

He was such a fool.  

“I was never mad at you.”

You’re both standing there looking at each other as Steve walks down the stairs, your name on his lips.

“Y/N I wanted to touch base with you regarding last night's recon…..report.”

He stops, walking into the scene of Bucky hovering over you, your tear stained face cupped in his hands. The proximity of the two of you. You exhale a sigh, pulling away from Bucky, clearing your throat.

“Of course I can Steve. Just give me a sec.”

Steve is watching him as you sit at the bar stool, strategically clicking at your laptop. Trying to ignore the tension in the space as the two super soldiers square off each other, trying to read the other. They were best friends and they loved each other. Bucky did not love Steve less. But right now he was in the way and all of his instincts had him thinking otherwise. This, paired with no sleep, and he was at the end of his rope.

“Got it.” you chirp and both men flicker to you as Sam walks in the room with Clint laughing.

“Hey Steve, wanna practice...outside...today?” he asks, getting a read in the room.

“I think practicing outside would be a perfect idea. Fall is fast approaching so it's cooled down a lot.” your eyes meet theirs, pleading slightly and both men nod as Sam walks toward Bucky.

“How you sleep last night man?” he slaps Bucky’s back and he turns back to his plate of food, biting into a pancake before humming.

“Fine.”

“Doesn’t look like you got any sleep.” he pipes in and Bucky grunts, watching Steve. Clint, in the meantime is walking over to you, checking out your laptop.

“Recon from last night?” he asks, nudging Steve who follows him like a robot. His eyes never leaving Bucky’s.

“Uh huh. Looks like you boys stumbled on a Hydra base. I’ll see what they're hiding before we need to send out a team to investigate.”

“Sounds good.” Clint comments as Steve asks,

“How’d my beautiful wife sleep last night?”

Clint closes his eye as you smile up at Steve.

“Fine Steve. Like I always do.”

Steve’s demeanor has changed, leaning down as he wraps you in a hug. You give a low chuckle, your hands holding on to his as you whisper,

“Good Morning to you too Mr. Rogers. Did you sleep well?”

You were trying to diffuse the situation, trying to be polite. Feeling stuck between two people you loved very much. Instead you made it worse.

Bucky watches as Steve drags his lips to your neck, his soft skin caressing against your collarbone drawing your eyes close as he whispers.

“A very good morning it is Mrs.Rogers,” he bites down on your shoulder lightly his eyes closed as he mumbles, “And I always sleep well next to you.”

The sound of clay breaking brings your attention as Bucky holds his breakfast, now in two on the floor and you pull away from Steve lightly. He doesn’t care. Bucky bends down to pick up his mess, throwing it in the sink as Sam walks beside him, he knows, to diffuse a fight. Clint stands by Steve who hasn’t left your side, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Bucky he….it wasn’t like that. I just fell asleep here last night and he let me crash in his room.” you throw a look at Steve who face hasn’t changed and Bucky inhales, shaking his head.

“Fuck you Steve.” he mumbles, making his way outside.

Today was going to be a long day.

Tony is standing outside in his suit, looking down at a tablet as Bucky makes his way to the large, open field. He’s whispering to Natasha and Bruce and when he stalks up to them he can’t bite back his comment,

“Jesus Barnes, what the hell dragged you out of hell?”

Sam is paces behind him and shakes his head. He mouths your name and Tony rolls his eyes, returning his eyes to his tablet.

“So she married Rogers. It won’t be long until she finds her way back to your cold, metal arm,” he looks up realizing he’s voiced this out loud, watching as Bucky looks at him skeptically. “I never said any of that.”

Its seconds later that Steve has run down, the grey under armor shirt exposing his thick muscles as he approaches the group.

“Perfect. Awkward solder number two is here. Great work on that recon Rogers,” Tony flicks over to Natasha who sighs.

“I’ll be out today to observe your training. Steve you’re paired with Bucky. Sam you’re with Clint.”

“I don’t think-”

“Maybe we take a chance with the super soldiers.”

Both of the men are talking but Natasha raises her hand, shaking her head.

“If we’re going into that hydra base I need you at your best fighting someone at your level, without injury. Pair off and do drills. I’ll monitor with Bruce.”

Silence before Bucky huffs, standing up. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad.

Steve throws Bucky over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground. In return, Bucky, snaps at Steve’s head with his foot, causing him to lose ground as he pushes up. The soldier throws a punch toward the blonde man, Steve side stepping him before barreling toward his chest, pushing him down again. Bucky grabs the man's arm with his left arm, throwing him halfway across the field before getting up and bending over.

“Good. Again.”

Natasha’s voice is distracted as she turns toward you, watching as you walk toward the field. Her voice is low as she warns,

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Low to anyone else who would be fighting but for the super soldiers it was magnified.

“I know. I need you to sign these. Tony insisted.” you respond just as quietly, your eyes flicking from Steve to Bucky.

“How’s Bucky?” Bucky eyes are watching Steve’s and he gives a cocky smirk at his old friend, quirking an eyebrow. Even at this distance Steve’s hands are bunched at his side.

“Pissed. You were right, he definitely heard you last night.”

“I know,” you look at Bucky. “I talked to him about it this morning.”

Natasha signs the documents quickly before handing them back to you.

“Well did you piss him off more? Because he’s in a fucking mood.”

You roll your eyes, shooting her a glare.

“Steve said something.”

She raises an eyebrow and you roll your eyes,

“You shouldn’t have paired them together. Not today.”

“We can’t push pause because of your domestic dispute. We have work to do.”

You sigh, nodding.

“I should leave then.”

“Yea, you should…” she stops and looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that my skirt?”

“I left a note on your dresser asking if i could borrow it!”

It's a hiss, your eye darting from Steve and Bucky who were staring each other down.

“Why did you need to? Unless...did you stay the night?”

Your silent and she chuckles, moving her head back to the field.

“That explains what I heard last night coming from his room.”

She’s said it absently in Russian but it reaches his ears clear enough. He tries to calm down but all he can think about is Steve touching you, claiming you as his and he loses it, running toward his friend at full speed. Steve’s ready this time and braces himself as Bucky pushes him down. Steve throws him over his body, and Bucky flies, hurtling until he's landed on his feet, sliding back on the green lawn as he uses his metal arm to brace himself.

Steve had already run to catch up to him to tackle him to the ground but he was anticipating it, and twists. Steve adjusts and grabs his arm, hosting it behind his back. Bucky leans his body weight to fall on Steve and Steve wraps his arm around him.

“Calm down Bucky.”

“You have no right Steve.” he jabs him in his stomach, rolling away before looking at Steve.

“You have no fucking right to tell me anything anymore Steve. You knew how much I love her.”

He’s pointing toward the end of the field where the group starts running toward the two men. Worried they’ll get into another fight.

“You knew how much I loved her and you still asked her to marry you for your own goddamn selfish reason. You walk around here like a saint but then you go off and fuck the one person that I love.”

“You don’t have sex with other women and then claim to love someone else Bucky.” Steve spits out and Bucky snarls.

“You don’t break up with a woman and then fuck your best friends crush less than a week out of the relationship. What’s the problem Steve, not enough women for you?”

“You don’t cause the women that you love to cry. Did you know that Bucky, that she would cry every other night when another one of your bimbos walked with you to your room, past your office. Would ask me when you flirted with her if she did something wrong. Would look at you the way you’re always looking at her now. Would questions if she was good enough. Did you know that other side of her? That vulnerable broken side that only you have created. You don’t love her, you’re just mad that you couldn’t claim her for your own.”

The words are acid as Bucky narrows his eyes. He was right. But he was also wrong.

“I was a dumbass I know that. But I did all of those things because I didn’t think I could love her the way she deserves.”

The team is closer now and stops hearing the last of the fight.

“I just thought my best friend, the man I would die for, could look past my fucked up flaws and see that I was wrong. That I was good enough for a woman like her,” he looks up and down at Steve before moving, “Guess I was wrong.”

He turns, walking past you as you jog up, your heels in your hands.

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” he whispers in Romanian and you turn to him before looking at Steve.

“Really need to get your house in order.” Natasha whispers in Russian and you give a defeated sigh.

He moves past Vision, Tony and Roadie, to the elevators that takes him up to his room. Ignores the space that is consumed by your fragrance as he makes his way to his barren room. Realizing that he was alone that he had no one. That he would never have anyone.

Then he breaks.

He doesn’t even realize he’s been crying until he hears your soft voice, cracking the door open and he gives you a silent nod.

“Bucky?” you close his bedroom door, leaning against it. He watches you from his place on his bed before you slowly walk toward him.

“You shouldn’t be fighting your best friend over a girl. Especially if that woman is me.”

He eyes you carefully, salty tears sailing down his face silently as you stop in front of him, biting your lip.

“If it makes it better..maybe I should quit and leave. I don’t need to break up the Avengers. You all have already done that.” you chuckles as you slowly place your hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve made a mess I don’t know how to fix but I do know that you and Steve have been friends since you were kids. That's rare. That's special. And it's not worth breaking over a hot piece of ass.”

He laughs, the first time in a long time. Then his hands settles on your hip, jutting you closer to him as his face falls in your navel.

“You aren’t giving yourself enough credit doll,” he kisses you through the sheer fabric and you pull at his hat, yanking it off his head to reveal his long hair. Your hands thread through it and he moans, falling back and pulling you on top of him.

“You’re the type of woman wars are started for.”

Then his lips fall on yours and you're melting into him, your hands getting lost his hair as he rolls you onto your back. He beckons your mouth open when his tongue and when you oblige you’re greeted with him. His tongue tangles with yours greedily, mouth claiming you as his metal arm runs down your legs, pushing your skirt up while his flesh arm nudges your legs open as he shifts comfortably between them, never once breaking the kiss.

His mouth trails down your neck, a heated trail as you bite back a groan.

“Like I said last night doll,” he whispers against your skin, his flesh arm slowly gliding up your body. “Tell me what you want and I’m yours.”

[skymoonandstardust]

Love Unexpected

Vision x reader

Prompt: Soulmate au where the age of your soulmate appears on your arm once you meet them.

An: As requested anon, and I hope you all enjoy it :)

Vision never thought he had a soulmate. He knew about them of course—seconds after he came to life he’d linked to the internet and almost immediately had downloaded everything----especially anything and everything to do with humans or human life, which included soulmates-- knowing it would be essential to fitting in and surviving.

Vision had hoped at first, and still did if he was honest with himself but the longer he thought about it the less possibility there was. He was an android after all---a machine and not technically human.

Added to this was the fact that there were no obvious signs or signals.

Vision had no tattoo, no counter anywhere on his body. He didn’t see in black and white and when he went to sleep (well, his version of sleep) no dreams of the same mysterious girl plagued him.

Of course, as Tony assured him one time when he’d brought it up, it was different for everybody, No soulmate sign was the same---- as unique as the soulmates themselves, which sometimes made it even harder for people to tell when or if they’d found each other. They weren’t sure what to expect which lead to them being unsure and unaware for a while. There were plenty of stories like that and they gave Vision some optimism, but not much.   

  It was one of those gorgeous hot summer days and since Vision was scheduled for training he was heading toward the compound’s high-tech training room that Stark specifically designed for that purpose. He was nearing the cafeteria when the sound of footsteps was punctuated by Tony’s laughter. A second indistinct voice reached his ears, adding something else that Vision couldn’t distinguish before joining in the laughter, it’s high tone telling him it was a woman.  A second later the two of them rounded the corner.

  As soon as Tony spied him he called out “Vision--just who I was looking for! I have someone I want you to meet.”

Pausing in his path Vision turned and was immediately breath taken by the woman in front of him.

It was a force of will to tear his gaze away from her face when Tony said “Vision, this is Miss, L/N, she’s one of  the top scientist in the world and one of the smartest people you’re ever going to meet.”

“Tony.” You protested

“What?” He asked turning to you “It’s true.”  Turning back to Vision Tony spoke to him again. “She’s going to be working with Doctor Banner so you’re going to see a lot of each other--- especially since they’re going to try to examine that crystal in your forehead.”

Looking at you Vision smiled “Thank you Miss L/N. I’d be indebted to you for anything you could tell me about it as I know nothing myself.”

“You’re welcome, I promise I’ll try my best. Unfortunately, there are no guarantees since the crystal is something way beyond our technology --- but we’ll find out what we can.”

Vision nodded “I understand. Your best is all I can ask you do and I’m sure it will be more than enough.”

“Of course, it will.” Tony agreed “Sorry Vision, but we gotta go--- Don’t want to keep Bruce waiting and make him mad.” With a last nod in his direction you and Tony walked off  and Vision  went on his way—but only after you were out of sight.

A few minutes later when he reached forward to open the door Vision paused at the sudden sight of a number twenty nine on his arm.

Drawing back his hand Vision stared at it wondering how and why it was all of a sudden there when It definitely hadn’t been an hour before.

Suddenly it clicked into place.

It must be a soul mark, which meant he’d met his soulmate.  Pushing back the sudden and strange surge of unnamed emotion his mind immediately when back through the day, going over all the new people he’d met and interacted with in an attempt to figure out who it could be--- and almost instantly settled on you.

Training completely forgotten Vision wondered off in a daze. . .

He had more important things to focus on now then training ---and a lot to think about.

  Think about it he did—in fact that was pretty much the only thing he did for the rest of the day, hide in his room and mull over this new, wonderful horrible development.  More importantly Vision tried to figure out just what to do and the more he considered it the more he thought doing nothing and waiting was the best way—or at least trying to find out a bit more before doing anything. 

Even though he was almost certain it was you Vision wasn’t sure—not really, and he wanted to be sure before he did anything. So, a long two months went by. . .

It was an anxious time for Vision, trying to find out what he wanted to know without being obvious or acting strange (more than normal anyway) the almost daily trips to the lab for tests and analysis were a gift and curse for him. It gave him a chance to see you, be around you, and they presented a good opportunity to investigate about the soulmark.  On plenty of occasions he’d tried to catch a glimpse of your wrist but  the lab coat you always wore covered it and he rarely saw you out of the lab.

As time passed talking with you and getting to know you became more important and he started to forget about the mark or trying to find out if yours was the same. Not to mention that the strange overwhelming emotion that  welled up In him every time he so much as saw you concerned him, not being used to emotion. There was another one, just as strong as the first that came when you were gone—and he had no idea what either of them was, or how to even begin to explain them or figure it out. 

Vision noticed that every time he entered a room he automatically searched for you, hoping to see you in the crowd or meet your eyes from across the room. 

  He finally got his answer during a simple conversation in the cafeteria line. 

Vision had grabbed the lunch tray and gotten into line, only to have that wave of emotion crash over him when he noticed you were right in front of him.  Looking up from the lunch options on display you met his eyes and smiled “Hi.”

He could have sworn everything stopped for a second as Vision realized you were talking to him, before he came back to himself and became aware that he was still staring at you, and you were still looking at him waiting for some kind of reply while he hadn’t said anything for the past minute.

 “Hello, how are you today?”

“I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m well.”

“Good.” You said smiling as you slid your tray over and stepped to the next food section “I’m glad to hear that.”   

Vision didn’t respond though—and for good reason. When you’d moved he’d caught a glimpse of a black number three on your wrist. It was the exact same style as his --- and that was his age alright, it had been three years since he’d first come to life. In his excitement and shock he didn’t realize he’d been staring till he heard you speak up

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes, I’m fine. Please forgive me for staring, I just saw your tattoo.”

“I haven’t had it for too long, just a few months. It showed up right before I officially moved into the compound actually, and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with my soulmate but I’m not sure what it means exactly. It might mean I meet him in three years or that I met him three times.” you let out a laugh “For all I know it could mean I’ve got three soulmates—or it’s saying he’s three years old, though I sure hope not.”  You said, you voice turning joking at the end.

Vision forced a laugh “I hope so too, that would be unfortunate.”

“Yeah” you agreed before moving on to the desert section.

As you picked out a plate of cake and put it on your tray you added “Why did you ask by the way?”

His mind immediately went into overdrive—tell you the the truth or skirt around it?

Sadly his programming was towards fact and the truth so he ended up nearly blurting out “Because it’s very similar to mine.”  And almost against Visions will he found himself pushing his sleeve up enough to reveal the dark numbers and holding his arm out towards you, the tattoo in full view.

     You stared at it for a moment, frozen, your body not betraying any kind of emotion he could detect. Then you reached out, slowly, hesitantly, until your fingertips were barely touching his red metal skin. After another second of hesitation you touched him, gently, so lightly he could barely fell the touch. Never the less that slight touch sent all his nerves on fire and he was hyper aware of your delicate fingers as you softly encased his arm in a feather light grip and raised it to get a better view of the numbers.

The action was slow and careful as though you were afraid of breaking or hurting him by that simple movement.

He watched you intently as you stared at the digits emblazoned on his skin, using your moment of inattention to trace every little outline of your face, soak in every minute detail of your features—of you, while waiting with baited breath for your reaction. 

“That’s my age.” You murmered so softly that  Vision almost didn’t catch it “I’m twenty nine.” Your voice came out as more breathe then words.

When you finally looked up at him again eyes a little wide and wonder and disbelief written on every line of your face you asked “Does this mean what I think it means?”

Vision nodded “It means we’re soulmates--- It means that I love you and that we belong together.”

Not hesitating for a second you brought your lips to his---- and you didn’t even care when the whole cafeteria broke into cheers, applause and catcalls.

No—Vision didn’t expect he’d find his soulmate, that he’d ever get love, but he had in the end, and unexpected love was the best kind of all.

In his humble opinion, anyway.

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Soulmate au peeps: @supervalcsi

[sherrybaby14]

Who Am I? Part Five

Summary: Tony's take on you and Steve, plus a certain soldier makes a brief appearance Warnings: None for this chapter @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @kellyn1604 @negan--is--god @theariel85 A yawn escaped Steve’s mouth as he went opened the fridge. A side effect of the serum was lack of fatigue, apparently that was more limited to fighting and less so to constant sexual session. He smiled, guessing there was actually a way to drain him after all. Since he brought the girl back to his space every three and a half hours he made sure to wake up and give her what she needed. After the last session he decided to get out of bed. It was 10 am, much later than he normally slept. She on the other hand looked like she needed more sleep than he was allowing. There was no knock or alert when the elevator doors opened. Steve was not surprised to see Tony march in with his chest puffed out and an angry look on his face. Steve spun in the kitchen as the other man walked up, practically shaking a finger. “Want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Tony shoved him, but Steve didn’t move an inch. “You’re up early.” Steve poured a glass of milk. “I’d offer you coffee, but I don’t have any.” “Want to explain to me why the lab rat is upstairs?” Tony pointed towards Steve’s bedroom. “Want to explain to me how you know that?” Steve knew the answer, but wanted to hear it. “I know what happens in my own building.” Tony reached out and stole Steve’s milk. “You told me she wasn’t having an effect on you.” “Well she wasn’t, and then she was.” Steve shrugged. “Did you claim her at least?” Tony raised his eyebrows. “Nope. Side effect of her pills, can’t yet.” Steve stole his milk back. “Crap. Do you understand how illegal this is? How much trouble you would be in? I would be in? Can your thick alpha brain not think of anything except a little omega treat?” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re talking straight up felony jail time.” “Relax.” Steve flicked Tony on the forehead. “She’s my problem now. Don’t give her a second thought.” “Claim her, then we can come up some back story or get her to deny your involvement and then we can ship her off.” Tony pulled his hands down his face. Steve let out a growl. Tony stopped and his eyes went wide. “No. Bad alpha.” Tony smacked Steve on the nose. “I’m not putting up with this aggression garbage. Take care of business, keep her hidden until then. No more midnight lab runs. I’d send the two of you away, but then you’d probably let her do whatever she wanted and definitely get caught. At least here I can watch over you.” “Any word from Bruce?” Steve did not want to hear Tony talk about his omega any more. “Late last night. He’ll be back tomorrow. You didn’t hear from Bucky?” Tony leaned against the kitchen counter. “Don’t tell me, you get a girlfriend and ditch your boyfriend?” “I didn’t check my phone.” Steve let out another yawn. “Wow, I just realized you look like shit.” Tony grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this bad…and I’ve seen you in some rough spots.” Steve propped his elbows up on the counter and wiped his face now. Then he let out another yawn. Tony was not a good moral compass, but at this point Steve was almost desperate for some feedback. “Can I ask you a hypothetical?” Steve really wanted some coffee. “Shoot.” Tony almost leaned in, as if he thought he was about to get some special gossip. “If you had a friend who was a drug addict, what line would you cross to help them get clean?” Steve hoped he was staying vague enough. If Tony knew the entire story there is no way he would approve, but the man was a beta. He couldn’t possibly understand. “Are you talking about that chickee upstairs?” Tony raised his eyes. “Because there was nothing addictive in those pills.” “No.” Steve shook his head. “Just hypothetical.” “Do you think Bucky relapsed?” Tony’s voice dropped an octave. “Hypothetical.” Steve crossed his arms. “I would do whatever it took to get them clean.” Tony slapped the counter. “Hypothetically if you helped them before you still have everything in place.” Tony glanced over his shoulder to the other set of stairs. The ones that led to Bucky’s room. When Steve first found him he insisted on helping him. The others were reluctant at first, but Bucky’s room was originally more like a cell. When the building was destroyed their apartment was largely untouched. As soon as Bucky’s HYDRA influence was erased moving into separate living spaces hadn’t came up. “Let me guess, you’re going to spend the day taking care of the girl?” Tony pushed off the counter. “Most likely.” Steve was staring at Bucky’s room, wondering if it could serve another purpose now. “Don’t forget to take care of yourself. Keep her hidden until you claim her.” Tony started towards the door. “Aren’t you going to ask what we were doing in the lab?” Steve realized Tony was not being as mosey as he normally was. “You were doing blood tests on each other.” He didn’t bother to turn around when he hit the elevator call button. “Found out that your blood would pretty much destroy her. Guess you will have to wait until the pills wear off the old fashioned way. Guessing on her age and time on them, I’m guess three, four months tops. You could’ve just asked me, after all, I’m a scientist too.” Steve rolled his eyes. Tony was a lot of things, but not a scientist. He knew when he took her to the lab Tony would find out. He expected this conversation to go a lot worse. The elevator arrived and Steve had to get out one last question. “Hey, wait.” Tony turned around. “Why were you so nice about all of this?” Steve walked around the kitchen counter. “Because you’re an old man.” Tony walked in the elevator. “It’s about time you settled down and you were never going to go to one of those formal houses. So a beautiful, smart omega walks into your life. As long as you claim her as soon as possible, keep her hidden in the process we’re OK. Bruce might be another story though.” With that the elevator doors closed. A small smile crossed Steve’s face. Maybe Tony was right, besides, she needed him. Whatever it took. That’s what he would do to help her. ~~~ The euphoric haze flooded your body and you curled up in your spot on Steve’s chest. You were exhausted, and not just now, literally all day. You weren’t even sure if it was daytime or not, giant blackout blinds covered the wall of windows in his room. Were they blinds? You couldn’t tell. “You should eat something.” Steve rubbed your arm. “Un-un.” You shook your head and tried to snuggle up to him. “I’m too tired.” “It’s three o’clock in the afternoon.” Steve gave you a little shake. “I mean it.” You threw your arm across his chest. “All I want, all I need is sleep and you.” It was impossible to keep time, all you did was sleep and wake up when Steve started kissing you. You never complained, he knew what you needed and when you needed it. “Come on. I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich.” Steve sat up. You clutched the sheet to your chest, but he tossed you a shirt. “Y/N, I mean it. Time to eat something.” Steve mumbled something else and then the blinds/wall started to open. Sunlight flooded the room and you groaned. You felt like you could sleep for days, but your eyelids fluttered open and you saw the look of concern on his face. It made your heart hurt and you sat up, pulling the shirt over your head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why, I’m just exhausted.” You let out a yawn as you flung your legs over the bed. “This isn’t like me.” “Believe me, I feel you.” Steve held out a hand. You noticed bags under his eyes and never felt more selfish in your life. You placed your hand in his and let him pull you up. You almost fell against him, but he grabbed your other arm and steadied you. “Are you alright?” A huge grin spread across your face. You had never felt so loved in your entire life. Part of you wanted to fall into him just to have him hold you again, but you knew how unfair that would be. So instead you steadied yourself. “I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so sleepy. I’m sure it will pass.” You let out a yawn. “I wish we could cuddle all night.” “Someday.” Steve leaned down and kissed your forehead. The sacrifice this man was making for you was unbelievable. You paused to take him in, pajama pants resting low on his hips. There was not a more perfect specimen on the planet. He beamed down at you with a small smirk and you looked away. “I told you, this is yours. Look away.” Steve started walking towards the door, pulling you behind him. When he opened the door it was direct to a set of stairs. You got a view of most of his place. It was gigantic. It was an open floor plan. The door opened directly to the elevator you came in last night. To the left of that was a kitchen, to the right an area with a kitchen table. As you descended you saw another set of stairs that met Steve’s at the bottom. They went up to a single closed door. When the second floor dropped out of view you saw the floor to ceiling windows and more open space. Half the area had a sunken, built in couch with a bar and television. The other side had a small workout area. Essentially the place was one giant room though. “I would hate to have a fear of heights.” The sun spilled in from the view of the Manhattan skyline. You were taller than any other building in view. When you reached the bottom step Steve led you to the kitchen, then sat you down at a bar stool at the kitchen counter. An alpha who could cook, you certainly were lucky. That was one thing that omega’s learned when they went to the homes, making you intentionally avoid the subject. “Not afraid of heights. What are you afraid of?” Steve pulled out a pan. “I was scared of being found out.” You hated to keep brining up the topic, but it had been such a huge part of your life. “Outside of that, I hate bugs especially wasps and hornets. I don’t mind spiders though.” “What makes a spider so special?” Steve got the rest of the food ready. “They kill other bugs. We play for the same team.” You tried to stifle another yawn. “What about you? What is Steve Rogers afraid of?” He smiled and looked over at you. “I love it that you see me as Steve Rogers and not Captain America.” His happiness made a strange feeling run through your body. Better than an A on a test or an accolade from a colleague ever had. “That’s not an answer.” You tried to give him a sly look, but another yawn escaped your mouth. “You really are exhausted.” He dropped the sandwich on the pan. The smell of the food made you wanted to cringe. All you wanted was his scent. The other aroma was souring it. “You don’t look so awake yourself.” You knew it was your fault and your dropped your chin. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He flipped the sandwich. “The only bugs we ever had growing up with cockroaches. They became a part of life. I used to give them nicknames.” “Ick. Where did you grow up?” You pictured him a midwestern farm kid. “Really? They teach about me in history classes.” He looked at you like you were lying. “All I cared about was science and math. Everything I learned about history got deleted so I could store more information. You’re lucky I still retained some knowledge from English.” You couldn’t believe how one track minded you were. “Sorry.” “Don’t be. I think I like it.” Steve flopped the grilled cheese on a plate and brought it to you. “New York.” “Wow, a city boy.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re full of surprises.” You wanted to pick up the sandwich and take a bite, but your stomach cringed at the thought. You looked up at him and his face fell. “I can’t.” You grabbed your stomach. “It looks really good, but if I take a bite of that I’ll throw it up.” Steve walked around the counter. He held out a hand like he was going to check you for a fever. You pulled your head back. “That’s not it.” One of the thing that scared you the most about your type was that. “I am more than satisfied in that department. I think it’s a side effect of the withdraw.” Steve dropped his hand. He let out a yawn and you copied him. Fatigue was not a side effect of what Steve was concerned about. “I really just need sleep. I’m sure this is temporary.” You stood up from the barstool and almost fell. Steve steadied you before bending down and scooping you up. You were so lucky to have this alpha who cared about you this way. You remembered the bags under his eyes and the yawns. You needed to repay the favor. “Steve, you don’t have to be on like a clock.” You brought your arms around his neck. “I hate to put you in that position, but it’s only temporary. I’m sure I will sleep longer than four hours anyway. That way you can rest.” His brow furrowed and he walked towards the stairs. He started up the left ones, but then turned around and headed up the other set. It didn’t matter where he was taking you. He knew best. “Promise?” He kissed your forehead. “Uh-huh.” You rested your head and felt your arms sliding away, never realizing life could be this good. You passed out in his arms, hoping you could be this happy forever. ~~~ Your eyes popped open. You sat up in complete darkness. Your arms stretched out, trying to feel where you were. In the middle of a giant bed, apparently alone. You felt your way to the edge and rolled out of it. Then walked with out hands outstretched, reaching for a wall. Finally your reached it, but it was soft. Your heart raced as you tried to feel for a light switch. After what felt like you had showered the entire length you found one and flipped it on. You were right. All of the walls were padded. The only thing in the room was the bed. Then your scanned the walls. There was a closet, a door, and a bathroom. You darted towards the exit. Of course it was locked. You pounded on it, but with each hit of your palm a memory came back. Your body working against his. You begging for him to fill you. Curling up against his chest. You fell to the floor and let out a sob. That was not you. That was some virus inside of your body growing. You didn’t not try to silence yourself. Footsteps running up. “Y/N, are you okay?” The asshole’s voice came from the other side. You scooted away from the door. You started to hyperventilate. Then the door swung open and you saw him. This is for your own good. You curled away from him. The doorframe was too small. You were incapable of hiding your distress. Every inch of you wanted to attack him. This man who had down this to you. His mouth hung open and he looked you up and down with shock. You did not want his pity this was his fault. With a sudden surge of adrenaline you flung yourself forward, not caring that you could not over power him. You almost made it passed him, but he grabbed you at the last second, his grip not as strong as you remembered. You kicked and scratched as he dragged you back to the bed. “LET ME OUT OF HERE. YOU FUCKING MONSTER!” You screamed at him as he tossed you down. His eyes never went black and he didn't try to grab you. Instead he moved back to the doorway. “I’m sorry, but I’m too tired. I can’t.” You stood up from the bed and raced towards him, but it slammed shut. You heard a lock click and started tugging at the handle. “HELP! LET ME GO!” You continued to pound at the door. How could this have happened to you? More memories of the last twenty four hours flooded your brain. The time in the lab. You helped him! You told you rapist what he had to do to keep you compliant. Everything you had worked for, your life's work, was used against you. What sort of psychopath had picked you? The door handle started to move again and your eyes went wide. You had to fight him with everything you had. You were stronger than this. It opened and you stood up, ready to try and shove him down the stairs. Instead you froze, shocked by what you saw. There was a strange man there. He had longer dark brown hair and equally as beautiful eyes as Steve. Relief flushed through you and you wrapped your arms around the man. Someone was here to help you, end this nightmare. You didn’t hold back the tears as he brought his arms around your back. “Shhhh.” He rubbed you back. “You don’t know what he’s done to me.” You made out between tears. “Please take me away from him.” There were so many other issues fighting you brain right now. You didn’t have time to think about what you were asking. The idea of an omega house filled you with almost as much dread as staying here, almost. “Shhhh.” He pulled you in tighter. “Thank you.” You needed out of this nightmare. “Shhhh.” His hand was so smoothing. Then you noticed his smell. Alpha. You started to shake. Steve had carried you up to the other room, this padded cell. He told you all about his best friend the first night you were together. The night your pheromones caused Steve’s eyes to get blown. You pulled away slowly and looked up at the new alpha. “I’m here to help you.” He blinked. You didn’t wait to see how they looked when he blinked. You pushed back off of him and fell to the floor. A growl escaped his lips and a scream escaped your lips.

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желание - Part Five

Longing: A yielding desire

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings - swearing, extreme sexual tension, slight nsfw, drinking, possessiveness, jealous!bucky

A/N: REPOSTING BECAUSE OF BLOG MOVE

желание Masterlist

The aftermath is chaotic. People are bustling around, bodies being carried away like litter and a faint buzzing in your head. You're sitting on a bunk in the infirmary while one of the med techs checks you over. You can see her glance at you every few seconds, the dazed look on your face causing concern but you can't bring yourself to put her at ease. You're in overload, the past few hours have done a number on you. At this point, you're not even sure your body can even produce adrenaline anymore. You’d like to say your unaffected by the whole gun-to-your-head thing but honestly, it was playing on a loop in your mind. That, and Bucky’s fist flying at your face, face void of any emotion.  

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Heart still driving headlong out of your chest, doing loops around your body and leaving ritchey echos in your skull.

Achy pain seeps through the daze, your body is starting to feel the effects of the fight and the sharp tight pain in your hairline reminds you that the Hydra asshole almost yanked your hair out. Your knuckles are bloody, but not broken. One of your fingers dislocated when you threw that punch, and she had to set it back once the painkillers took effect. That’s going to be a bitch.

Despite it all, your lips were still tingling from that kiss. God, it had been good. No-one-will-ever-compare good. Which begs the question of how, really? Bucky wasn't exactly a social butterfly, and he sure as hell wasn't off brushing up his kissing skills whilst he was The Winter Soldier. You assume, anyway.

A heavy sigh escapes you, remembering the panic that had engulfed him when he came back to himself. Dropping contact with you like you had scalded him, he had quickly disappeared from the gym, Steve gave you an apologetic glance before racing after him. Last you heard, they were locked away with Tony and Bruce, working on a failsafe incase it ever happened again.   

You think back to what he said before shit hit the fan. He wanted you, that much was clear. You’d had no idea of the internal struggle he faced with it though, but it made sense now. He had spent so long under Hydra's control---his mind and body just another tool for them to use--- you’d never considered that his attraction to you might feel the same to him. His body responding in ways he can’t control, you could see why his first instinct was to fight it. Doesn't mean you have to be happy about it though.

“Miss Y/N?” A hesitant voice broke through the fog in your mind.

“Oh, um y-yeah?”

“I need to set your finger now…”

“Oh, sure.” You hesitantly place your hand into her outstretched ones, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. No use pretending this wasn't gonna hurt.

The med tech -Kelly?- gives you a small grimacesmile as she wraps her fingers round your offending finger, then a quick 1-2-3 and a god awful popping and it’s back home.

Air escapes between your teeth in a sharp hiss. God that fucking hurt. You refuse the wrap she wants to give you, knowing you would get annoyed with its restrictions any way.

Debriefing is long. You go over every detail with Fury, even the one you’d rather leave out. Only Steve knew about your kiss with Bucky and you’d rather keep it that way but it’s not like Fury will tell anyone. He’s nothing if not professional. He waves you off, satisfied he has everything he needs, before telling you to get some rest. You head to your room, aching and weary, and ready to put today behind you. Showering away the evidence of today; the blood, sweat and fear that was still clinging to your skin. Once dry and dressed, you climb into bed and sleep quickly pulls at you taking only a few short moments before you succumb.

Sleep is fitful, you wake several times through the night taking note of only one thing; your bed is empty. You can’t help the hollow pit feeling you get in your stomach each time you wake and Bucky still hasn't climbed in beside you. Forcing yourself to believe that it’s because he’s still working with Tony and Bruce is the only way you can find a way to go back to sleep at all.

Peeling your eyes open in the morning, a pang of something shudders through you as your eyes land on the still empty side of the bed. Feeling the cold sheets with your palm, it's obvious no one has slept here. The heat from Bucky lingers hours after he’s gone. You tell yourself that you didn't sleep well because of the injuries, and the fight hangover. Ha!

Three days. Three long ass days pass and you see nothing of Bucky. Since the day of the Hydra invasion, everything has been on hold. No training, no missions, no nothing. You’ve been hiding out in your room, only surfacing to scour food from the kitchen or to do laundry.

The fourth day finds you staring at your reflection in the mirror. Weary, tired eyes stare back at you. The lack of sleep clearly taking its tole, your eyes are puffy and rimmed with dark circles, your hair's slicked back in a messy not-the-cute-kind bun and your skin is adopting a slight grey tone. God, you really needed a decent night's sleep. Damn him, James Barnes, for making it impossible to sleep without him next to you. You were just fine before he started creeping into your bed every night. Now you were half a person without him, just all safety pins and duct tape holding your guts together.

Ridiculous.

One kiss, a few scattered conversations and some spooning. Okay a lot of spooning but still, hardly the basis for such intense pouting which is essentially what you're doing.

At any point you could have easily sought him out but you didn't. Stubborn and just a bit afraid. The last look he gave you in the gym before darting out the door, horror and regret, had kept you from doing it. Sure, 30 mins prior to that he had threatened to fuck you against a wall but that didn't mean he planned on actually doing it. Or wanted to; just because his body did doesn't mean his mind agreed.

Dragging a hand over your face you give yourself a mental shake. No more pouting. Time to get past this.

A shower, clean hair and freshly shaved legs later, you’re making your way through the compound. Mind made up, you know what you want, and who is going to give it to you. Finding the door you want, a quick knock has the door swinging open.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Nat. I want to go dancing. Tonight. You in?” She arches that perfect fucking eyebrow at you.

“Always. Team night out?” You can tell she’s already mentally planning this. Nat’s the best at this kind of thing, other than Tony. Surprisingly, she loves to party. And she’s the best wingwoman you could ask for.

“Sure. Whatever. I just need out of here. I’m suffocating.” Even you can hear the whine in your voice.

“Still needing that itch scratched huh?” She releases a breathy laugh at the bitch face you throw her way, already turning on your heels and heading back towards your room.

Crossing the kitchen, you stop to grab and quick Coke from the fridge. Lost in your thoughts as your turn the corner out of the kitchen, you notice someone too late to prevent yourself from colliding with them. Bouncing off the wall of chest and shoulders, you stumble back before two large hands grip your elbows and quickly right you.

“S-Shit, sorry. Wasn’ paying attention…” Your voice trails off as your eyes meet the haunting grey eyes of one James Buchanan Barnes. Eyes flashing, he said nothing and simply stared at you. Into you. You notice the dark circles cupping his eyes and the crinkles at the corners seem deeper than usual. It's’ clear he hasn't been getting much sleep either, and your heart does a little leap at the thought of that immediately followed by a pang of guilt.

Really? Celebrating the fact that the man hasn't slept. A new low.

Brushing past him without another word, you head to your room to get ready for tonight. You were gonna have fun and forget about Bucky even if only for a little while.

The deep base of the music vibrated through you. The warm buzz of alcohol seeped into your bones, filling you will false bravado and loosening up all those tense muscles. You and Nat are in the centre of the dancefloor, hips moving to the beat and voices scratchy as you shout long with the music.

This is what you needed; to let go, relax.

Sweat makes your dress stick to you as you move, the throng of dancing bodies pulsing like a living breathing thing. Nat taps you on your arm, signalling for a drink. You nod and you both push your way through the bodies until you reach the bar. Steve is there, smiling at you both, his back to the bar as he surveys the room. Ever the soldier. You lean over the bar to give the bartender your order, and feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Spinning, your eyes scan for the source of you unease and finally fall on the looming figure beside you.

Bucky. Bucky is here. He eyes and travelling over your body and leisurely pace, taking in all your curves as your dress clings to you. When his eyes finally meet yours they are dark and hungry. A involuntary shiver runs through through you as you watch his fists clench at his sides. Your gazed is locked with his, magnetized there. The henley he's sporting is pulled tight over his chest as it rises and falls with his fast uneven breaths. His lips part as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, stare never faltering.

“Y/N, let's go!” Nat’s yell breaks the spell as she tugs you forward towards the dancefloor.

When you look back Bucky is turned towards Steve, moment already forgotten. Anger blooms in your chest. He cannot keep fucking with you. This was not the plan. You take the drink from Nat, which you now realize she must have bought since you got distracted, and down it in one go. The drink was mostly alcohol and it burns a path down your throat and into your stomach. You relish the burn, and quickly lose yourself in the music again.

Songs merge together as you dance, submerging yourself into the heart of the crowd. Large hands grip your waist and a body presses against you, molding to your curves and swaying in time with your hips. You turn your head and glimpse a cute blonde haired guy giving you a wide smile and questioning eyes. You lean back into him, determined to chase Bucky from your thoughts. Somewhere in the back of your mind a tiny voice is screaming that it's just the alcohol and you should walk away. Only it was too late for that.

The music pulses, bodies push and grind all around you. You raise your hand and reach back to cup the back of cute-guys neck, pulling him closer and you sway your hips. His hands tighten, and lips meet the side of your neck trailing down to your shoulder. PDA’s of this nature aren't usually your style but between the music and alcohol you're getting carried away.

“Get your fucking hands off her.” Bucky growls as he looms over you, staring cute-guy right in the eyes. Cute-guy drops his hands from you instantly, and backs away with his hands raised in a ‘I’m innocent’ kinda way. The angry is rolling off Bucky in waves and fuck if it doesn't push all your buttons. You don't even have it in you to be mad at him for chasing away cute-guy.

His eyes land on yours, all fire and rage. Cold fingers clamp down on your wrist as he pulls you through the mass of bodies.

As you surface from the crowd, hands spin you and you back meets the hard wall before you even register you've moved. Bucky's eyes are wild as he closes the gap between you, pressing his body against the length of you, arms boxing you in.

“You. Are. Mine.” He growls low, and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing you've ever heard. You open your mouth to say exactly that and he uses it as his opportunity to capture your lips in a toe curling kiss. His mouth invades yours, taking his fill. No doubt about it, this was a claiming kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hand moved to grip the back of your head, tilting so that he could deepen the kiss. Your hands fist in his shirt, using him to anchor you as the ground moves beneath your feet. Heat blooms and spreads from your lips to your chest and lower. Spreading right out until you're shaking with it, fingertips tingling in anticipation. His lips burn a path down your neck and small needy gasps escape your mouth. A thick muscled thigh pushes between your legs and the delicious pressure of it right there cuts through the last sliver of self-control you had been grasping. You grind down on him, revelling in the bursts of pleasurepain it sends ricocheting through your body. Bucky sucks hard on the skin at your collarbone, a low moan erupts from you.

“Shit. Shit.” His forehead meets yours, eyes blazing. He squeezes them shut and pulls in a shaky breath through his nose before releasing it. “Not here. Not like this.”  

He opens his eyes, pleading with you. Begging you to understand he isn't rejecting you. You nod, not trusting your voice. “Let’s get out of here?” He gruff voice sounds hesitant, like he isn't sure you’ll say yes.

Is he kidding? Your entire body is aching for him, every cell in you is straining towards him.

“Fuck yes.” You smirk before pulling him towards to exit, desperate to get this sexy bastard of a man alone before he changes his mind.

Well the taxi ride home is sure to be...interesting.

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Impossible Part 9

Summary: Prompt: ‘I’m a superhero and you’re my arch nemesis but we don’t know each other’s identities and we’re actually best friends’ After the truth about your secret identities was revealed, you’ve helped the Avengers right your past wrongs, wiping your former evil organization off the map. The team is left reeling after you nearly die and Gabe hides a dangerous secret. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Mutant!Reader Warnings: Violence, Swearing (always), blood, angst Word Count: ~2,893 A/N: The first part of this chapter focuses very heavily on Gabe (and, by association, you). Bear with me here. Also, #40s slang. Steve and Bucky are a buncha old farts. Also, you can bet drunk Bucky and Steve went out and played pranks. Really dumb, harmless pranks. This is for @bookybuns‘ ficfest! This chapter was inspired by Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone by Bill Withers.

Masterlist // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

“If this is what I think it’s about, I want to be there, too” he heard Bruce say.

There was a pause before Gabe spoke. “Alright, but not here,” he whispered. It was obvious from his tone he didn’t want to talk about whatever they wanted to talk about… which meant Bucky was going to find out what that something was.

“FRIDAY, get me eyes and ears on conference room A12,” Bucky said into the headset. Steve had dropped him off at his room a few minutes ago and since then Bucky had washed his arms, changed his clothes, and grabbed the tablet computer from his desk.

“Surveillance of conference rooms is forbidden, Sergeant Barnes,” said the AI through the headset.

“Avengers Override Code: Winter,” Bucky said shortly as he settled down into his favorite chair.

“Understood, Sergeant Barnes. Pulling up surveillance now,” FRIDAY chirped back. A second later the tablet’s screen blinked to life and on it was Bruce, Claire, and Gabriel. Gabe was standing beside the large, round conference table and Bruce and Claire were sitting. Bucky couldn’t see their faces, but their tones said enough to make up for it.

“That’s impossible,” Claire said, sounding dismissive.

“You’ve seen the bloodwork, Claire. You, too, Dr. Banner. I know you, Bruce, have studied our genetic code in particular detail. I haven’t gotten my degree in all fields of biology yet, but even I know it’s true,” Gabe said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me you’re the fountain of youth? That’s crazy, even by my standards. Not new, but definitely crazy,” Claire said, leaning back in her chair as she threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Well, the stories of the fountain of youth actually first appeared around the 5th century AD, so that one actually isn’t us,” Gabe said, smirking a little at his own joke. “And as for whether or not our DNA can lengthen the lives of others, well-”

“It’d kill most people,” Bruce interrupted, looking up from his hands as he left his reverie. “I did a lot of tests on human blood with your blood and each time yours overtook it and killed the human cells. I concluded from my work that any attempt to gain immortality using your blood would effectively kill any person who tried the transfusion,” Bruce said as he stared at Gabe.

“Your blood would burn them from the inside out,” Claire said as she leaned forward in her chair, lost deep in thought.

“Essentially, yes. People without enhanced DNA- even some with enhanced DNA- likely wouldn’t survive the process,” Gabe said, gaze a million miles away.

Bruce’s brows furrowed as he spoke, “It did change the cells, though, before they were destroyed. They took your genetic code and started working like your cells do, before-”

“I know what you’re thinking, Bruce. We tried, y’know. A few times in fact, over the years. We’ve found people we didn’t want to lose; tried to give them a part of our power... Our parents were the first,” he said bitterly as he started at the ground. “We loved them. They were our everything. Then, one day we noticed we’d stopped aging. Our parents weren’t afraid. They loved us despite our abilities- said we were gifts from the gods. I don’t even know who had the idea originally anymore. It could have been me, or (Y/N), or our parents. Either way, we were convinced our blood held the key.

“So our parents drank it.

“And then they died, horribly, in pain. Their internal organs turning to goo while their brain worked so hard it burned itself out. We couldn’t do anything but watch in horror.

And that was how our village found us. Next to our parents’ corpses, bleeding from all orifices, when they’d been healthy and happy that morning. (Y/N) and I barely escaped with our lives and have been hiding our true nature ever since. Nine hundred years of running,” he whispered, thoughts hundreds of years away.

“Gabe, I had no idea-” Claire whispered, distraught.

“I’m sorry, Gabe. I really am, but we could study your DNA and find a way to-” Bruce was cut off by a sharp look from Gabe.

“I know what you’re about to ask, Dr. Banner. You want to use my DNA- or my sister’s- to find a cure to aging; to disease. My answer is no,” he said coldly.

“Gabriel, this could save so many-” Bruce beseeched, but was once again cut off by Gabe.

“No, Dr. Banner. People aren’t meant to live forever. Surely you could see the certain outcome of making everyone on earth effectively immortal?” Gabe asked, tone more clinical and frigid than any of them had ever heard it.

Bruce didn’t look happy, but he didn’t speak again. Claire watched Gabe with rapt attention as though he was a piece of a particularly interesting puzzle.

“People won’t give up their more base desires. Sure, people can always die suddenly in accidents, but they won’t give up the chance for families; to satisfy that insatiable itch. No, the human population would grow out of control,” Gabe said, voice finally breaking. “I wish I could, Dr. Banner. I really, really do. I’ve dedicated my long, long life to helping people, but this is the one thing I can’t give, for their own good,” he said, his pain over the dilemma clear in his voice.

“You didn’t give into those desires, though,” Claire said, staring hard at Gabe. “Maybe-”

“You’re wrong,” Gabe said so quietly Bucky barely heard it.

“What?” Claire asked, dumbfounded.

“You’re wrong. I gave in. A few times, in fact. You think my long life makes me suddenly not want romantic human companionship? Children? I’ll always love my sister, but she can’t provide those for me,” he said sadly.

Claire stared at him, suddenly confused. “You mean there are others? Like you? Your children?” she asked, eyes widening at the possibility.

Gabriel shook his head. “No, they didn’t inherit my gift. My first son died in 1357, my first daughter died in 1362. My second son died in 1579, my third in 1702. My last child, my daughter, died in 1723. All human. I realized, though, that my... other bodily fluids had the same effect that my blood did, they just reacted at a slower rate. The kids weren’t effected, but their mothers... my loves... they eventually succumbed to it. I stopped taking lovers after I’d realized, but it was too little too late,” he said bitterly, hatred for himself showing clearly in his tone.

The realization seemed to hit Claire the same time it hit Bucky. “What about (Y/N)?” she asked numbly, almost scared of his answer.

“What about her?” Gabe asked, though everyone could tell he knew what she was about to ask.

“Did she ever... have kids? Lovers?” Claire asked tentatively.

Bucky didn’t notice how tense he was until he realized he’d cracked the armrest of the chair he was sitting in with his metal hand. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and forced himself to breathe evenly.

Gabe shook his head slowly. “She had a few trysts over the years, but... she refused to get attached to people. She didn’t want to settle down. She said she wasn’t as compassionate as I was, but I disagree. I think she cares about people too much, and it hurts her too deeply when they leave her,” he said quietly, head tilted slightly to the side as he thought.

“That’s... a lonely life,” Bruce said quietly as he crossed his arms.

“It can be. That’s why I tried so hard to push her to fix things with Sergeant Barnes. She rarely lets others in. I didn’t wish for her to lose that relationship,” Gabe said, melancholy.

Bucky’s heart was racing. He’d really screwed up, hadn’t he? He stood and began pacing. Would he ever get the chance to fix things with you? Would you wake up? Gabe and Claire seemed optimistic that you’d eventually recover if given enough time, but they weren’t sure. What if your heart just... gave out and they couldn’t resuscitate you?

Would he ever get a chance to respond to your last words?

“I’m sorry I can’t be of more help,” Gabe said sadly as he made his way towards the door, leaving Bruce, Claire and (unknowingly) Bucky a shocked mess in his wake.

Bucky burst into Steve’s room, eyes wide. Steve snapped instantly awake, sitting up quickly to find the source of the noise.

When Steve realized it was Bucky he relaxed only slightly “What’s goin’ on, Buck?” Steve asked warily. This was unusual behavior for Bucky and he hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

“I messed up, Stevie,” Bucky said emotionally as he shut Steve’s door behind him.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, still on alert.

“(Y/N),” Bucky said simply.

“What happened? Did her condition-” Steve began, alarmed.

“No, no. This isn’t about her current condition. This is about- about how badly I’ve been treating her and... what she said before she lost consciousness,” Bucky said, guilt punching him in the gut.

Steve seemed to realize that his friend needed to talk this out because he sighed and got up from the bed, stretching. “Let’s get some tea and talk this out, Buck,” Steve said, yawning as he pulled on a pair of lounge pants.

“May need to break into the Asgardian booze for this one, Stevie,” Bucky said, frown etched deep into his face. Steve looked him up and down, eyebrow raised.

“I thought we were saving that for the Christmas party?” Steve asked suspiciously.

“I’m sure Thor can bring more hooch with him,” Bucky said dismissively.

Steve let out a deep sigh before nodding. “Alright, Buck. Whatever you say.”

Ten minutes later they were back in Steve’s room, Asgardian liquor in glasses that were clutched tightly in hand, bottle tucked securely under Steve’s arm.

Steve sat down on his bed and Bucky pulled up a chair, sitting down none-too-gently. They gave each other commiserating looks as they clinked their glasses together in an informal toast. They both took the shot, grimacing slightly as it burned down their throats.

“Damn, the Asgardians really know their liquor,” Bucky hissed, shooting the bottle an appreciative look as Steve refilled their glasses.

“Gonna tell me why you barged into my room at 3 AM?” Steve asked conversationally as he took another tentative sip of the alcohol.

Bucky seemed to deflate at the question and took a large sip from his glass.

Steve gave his friend a gentle nudge to the knee with his foot, drawing his gaze up from the floor and back into the present. “C’mon, Bucky. You can tell me,” Steve said earnestly.

“It’s bad business, Steve,” Bucky said quietly, to which Steve shrugged.

“I think I can handle it, Buck,” Steve said, giving his friend an encouraging smile.

Bucky let out a despondent sigh, swallowing the rest of the liquid in his glass before he spoke. “I was stuck on her, Steve. (Y/N). Before I knew...” he trailed off.

“I know. I’ve known for a while,” Steve said guiltily. Bucky looked up at him, surprised, and Steve shrugged sheepishly. “It was obvious to me. I figured it was only a matter of time until the truth was smoked out,” Steve said, grinning broadly. “The grandstandin’ kinda gave it away, too. You have no idea what you looked like when you were talkin’ about her, you know.”

“Alright, alright. Are you done raggin’ on me yet?” Bucky said, pouring himself another shot of liquor. Steve finished his shot and did the same.

“Me raggin’ on you? Never,” Steve said, sounding scandalized.

“Punk,” Bucky said, small smile playing on his lips.

“Jerk,” Steve responded instantly, easy smile on his lips. He didn’t see Bucky like this very often, but it had happened a lot while you and Bucky were friends. He’d missed this side of him; it’d been nearly nonexistent in the past month. Years of work had been undone in a single moment. “I doubt that’s all you wanted to talk about,” Steve said perceptively, eyeing Bucky over his glass.

Bucky clammed up again, lips sealed tightly.

“C’mon, Buck. Don’t make me put you through the wringer,” Steve threatened good-naturedly.

Bucky smirked at that. “I’d like to see you try,” he said, taking a sip of the liquor. He already was feeling its effects and was thankful he’d sprung for it. It made his next words easier. “I’ve been a damned creep, Steve. I- well, honestly, I eavesdropped on Gabe earlier-” he shrugged at Steve’s incredulous expression and continued, “-(Y/N)... she doesn’t get close to many people, y’know? Gabe said it was because she cares about people too much, which I can understand... I think we both get that. It hurts when you see all the people you care about die, but you’re still alive and kickin’,” he said sadly, thinking about all the people he’d never see again.

Steve nodded, understanding completely. “What else, Buck?” he said encouragingly.

“I took her for granted. I didn’t look past her involvement in Shadow to the person underneath. Didn’t even bother to try,” he said, angry at himself. “All I saw was another lie in my sorry excuse for a life. I didn’t want more of that, but... I should have considered her side, too. And I just... didn’t,” he finished lamely, downing his shot quickly. “Pour yourself one for this next part, too, Stevie,” he warned, holding his glass out for Steve to refill.

Steve threw back the rest of his his drink hesitantly then refilled both glasses. They toasted again and Bucky threw his back all at once, but Steve decided to sip on his instead. The last few Stark parties had given him a healthy fear of the Asgardian liquor.

It turned out to be a mistake, because at Bucky’s next words, he nearly choked on the liquid.

“She told me she loved me right before she lost consciousness,” he said quickly, almost as though he hoped Steve might not hear it if he said it fast enough.

“What?” he coughed, trying to clear his lungs of the burning liquor. Bucky gave Steve a concerned look and thumped him on the back a few times until he was sure Steve was able to breathe again.

“You heard me, punk,” Bucky said obstinately, not willing to repeat himself.

“And are your feelings regarding that proclamation the reason why we’re drinking in my room at 3 am?” Steve asked, voice a little hoarse from coughing so hard.

Bucky nodded absently, and Steve broke out into a wide smile. “You feel the same way, don’t you?” he asked quietly. Bucky’s gaze snapped to his and he did a perfect imitation of a deer trapped in the headlights. 

“I’m happy for you, Bucky,” Steve said sincerely, happily throwing back the alcohol now that he had something to celebrate.

“I don’t know why you’re drinking to that,” Bucky said grumpily, setting his glass down on the ground now that the walls had started spinning.

“Bucky, you’ve never liked a dame for more than a week or so. I think your longest relationship lasted two months,” Steve said accusingly. “And you’ve been sticking around (Y/N) for... how long now? Close to a year?” he asked, trying to count the time through the fog in his brain.

“I wasn’t dating her during that time, Steve. She was just my friend. Doesn’t count,” Bucky said defensively. He could hold down a relationship if he wanted to... right?

“And how many female friends did you have before (Y/N)? And I’m not talking about the share crops you brought home,” Steve said challengingly.

“Those were perfectly kind, respectable women, thank you very much,” Bucky mumbled half-heartedly.

“Alright, alright. But you could hardly call them friends,” Steve said, words running together slightly as the liquor began to take effect.

“Fine, you win. You’re right. Happy now?” Bucky asked, glaring unenthusiastically at Steve.

“I’m happy if you’re happy, buddy,” Steve said easily, dopey smile on his face.

Bucky let out a small sigh and envisioned you hooked up to machines- hurt from saving him. “I’m gettin’ there, Steve. I’m gettin’ there...” he mumbled.

Steve gave his friend an understanding smile. “She’ll wake up, Buck. She’s strong. Strong enough to kick our asses,” he said, chuckling slightly at the thought. His weak jab earned a small smile from Bucky.

“I hope so, pal,” he said quietly.

“Hey Buck?”

“Mm?” was all Bucky could manage, drunkenly lost in thought as he was.

“We drank through the entire bottle,” Steve said despondently as he turned the bottle upside down. A single drop fell out and splattered pathetically onto the hardwood floor. Steve and Bucky looked at each other for a moment before they both broke out into raucous laughter; the kind of unbridled, joyful laughter that only two very, very sauced people could share.

Part 10

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