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[freckleslikestars]

‘He had a nickname at the academy: Spooky Mulder.’

Dana Scully | Pilot

Remaking my first gifset exactly two years later.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

otchet o missii

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

part one ⸺ part two ⸺ bonus

request made by anon: Hi Maria you beautiful person you please be my friend 🥺 I kinda have a request but if it doesn't speak to you then you don't have to write it, could you write something where reader is an enhanced/ mutant (kinda like Wanda or Jean Grey so like crazy powerful and dangerous) and Bucky just will not let the government get near her because he knows they'll probably experiment on her to make her a weapon cause they're sus like that? It can be romantic or platonic no preference, if ya want, please and thanks sorry this was so long

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. dad!bucky being overprotective with his baby soldier.

author notes: re-posted because tumblr deleted it for no reason. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Soldat, stoy”.

(Soldier, stop).

Your eyes widened. Your heart raced. The time froze. That command clicked something in your brain, producing the spheres of flames concentrated on your palms to dwindle till disappearing. You had just one second to look around you, before turning at the firm tone of voice behind your back. You found yourself in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by different security forces, aiming at you with large-caliber weapons. Above your head, two helicopters were setting up a perimeter. The chaos spread around the long avenue. You didn't have an idea of how you ended up there, but you were scared like never before.

Turning slowly, your eyes landed on a pair of pale blue orbs. You didn’t notice the other people as a backup. A feeling of safety invaded you when he tilted his head confused, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand how it was possible that you were there. But before you could take a step closer to him, a twinge followed by an electric cramp shook your body. The last thing you heard before blacking out was an I got you, and a cold arm wrapping your abdomen.

BUCKY'S POV

Avengers Compound

06:03 pm, New York

“How do you know it’s not a trap set by Hydra?” Steve asked, reclining himself on his seat at the meeting table next to the rest of the Avengers.

“Because I trust her”. Bucky didn’t doubt replying, although he couldn’t understand why, hearing Stark clicking his tongue as he rolled his eyes.

“James, you don’t know her”. Natasha sighed, referring to the fact that being assassins together years ago meant nothing.

“I trained her. She owes me loyalty”.

“What’s that? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome patented by Hydra?” Clint scoffed incredulously.

“Tell us what you know about her, Bucky. What you remember”. The captain asked his long-life friend, leaning on the table with both forearms rested against the edge of it.

The soldier gulped, deeply breathing, nodding his chin with his eyes lost somewhere on the dark oak. He explained how Vasily Karpov knew about you. An orphan with no family, no history, and a power of telepathy that allowed you to control the four elements as you pleased. Water, fire, earth, and air. From nowhere, your body could produce flames and throw them anywhere. Exactly the same you could do with water and air. Earth was different. Only by using your hands you could wild it as you want; creating earthquakes or holes, move it. The heroes around Bucky were stupefied. You were a potential danger.

Then, he told them about your skills. Karpov made him stay awake after killing Tony’s parents to train her. You were just a kid. And soon, you were a soldier with an angelic face who could kill anyone just by blinking your eyes. To tell the truth, the Winter Soldier was everything you had in this life. You two worked together, hand-to-hand, for more than ten years until he disappeared. With him out of the game, Hydra continued experimenting with you to replace him. But they reached a point where you couldn't bear the pain, losing control completely.

“Let me talk with her, please”. Bucky begged, touring his eyes around the people there.

“It’s too dangerous”. Vision affirmed, taking a position close to Tony.

“She. Owes. Me. Loyalty”. He repeated almost hissing, pointing out every word with his silver forefinger poking the table.

“You have five minutes before the Government brings her to the Raft”. Rhodes sentenced, crossing his arms on his chest. “Five minutes”.

Escorted by Steve and Wanda, who was the only one there that could control you, Bucky went down to the third sublevel. When the soporific made its effect and knocked you out in the middle of Manhattan, the Avengers managed to take you to their compound.

You were still stoned, but conscious enough to know what was happening around you. Everything spun inside the bunker. Your head hurt like hell and you felt a knot within the pit of your stomach that made you want to puke your guts. As the heavy door proffered a loud noise being opened you retreated to the farthest corner, placing your knees to your chest and wrapping your legs with both arms. Again, you were shaking. Terrified. About to beg for your life.

“Soldat, otchet o missii”.

(Soldier, mission report).

Your breathing became erratic as if the air wasn't enough to fill your lungs. You were at the edge of your crying, raising your hidden face from the gap of your knees. The Winter Soldier was standing some feet away from you. No expression on his face, as always, but with the small difference of a slight inkling of concern. He also looked skinnier, shorter hair, a grown beard. He looked healthier, free.

“Net zadaniya”. You whispered with a broken tone.

(No assignment).

“Soldat, otchet o missii”. He repeated taking a step ahead, hardening his voice.

(Soldier, mission report).

The command made you gulp a sob. Wasn’t he believing you? How could you lie to him?

“Net zadaniya”. You replied with no hesitation, standing on your bare feet and sticking your back to the wall. “Missiya ne naznachena”.

(No assignment. No mission assigned).

You noticed he wanted to turn to his partners, but he didn't. The soldier kept eye contact, coming a little more closer, invading your personal space without caring. He tilted his head forward, trying to find the answers to his questions in your orbs. But they both were emptied with the sole exception of the horror invading your chest and reflected on them. You didn't want to come back. You wanted to be released from Hydra's chain. You weren't an assassin, nor a monster.

“I wa… I was looking for… you”. Babbling, you confessed, being the explanation for why your mind took you to that place in concrete.

“Why?”

“Because you are the only person I have”.

His eyelids narrowed for a second, scanning your intentions, feeling frustrated by not finding anything hidden beneath your words. “Otchet o missii, soldat”.

(Mission report, soldier).

“Net zadaniya, Sergeant Barnes”.

(No assignment).

It was the first time you pronounced part of his real name since you met him many years ago and you could listen to his heartbeat increasing. Before you blinked, his metallic hand grabbed your throat and pinned you against the wall, watching the fury and the rage taking control over his grimace. Glancing above his shoulder, a redhead woman stopped the blonde man known as Captain America. Your gaze focused again on the soldier, loosening slowly the grip on your skin.

“Why don't you remember me?”

The last thing you knew about him was that the man behind him brought back the memories of his past life. His real life. But he was still looking at you with hate and revulsion. Of course, the Winter Soldier was conscious of who you were. What he had forgotten was how he felt about you. He didn't reply to your question, walking backward to the exit, leaving you there. Alone. Again.

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*The Important Discourse Regarding A New Species Of Bird - The Red Grave Muckspout Griffon, AKA "The Hangry Bird"*

Discovered by Nicoletta Goldstein, the grandchild of the famous Nell Goldstein, .45 Caliber Virtuoso, these species of bird, otherwise or simply known as "The Griffon" , is one of the most fascinating creatures that ever existed on the planet. It has gorgeous blue and black feathers, sharp talons, a peculiar - looking beak that opens three - ways, and sharp, golden eyes that seem to mock any onlooker. It has a wingspan of about ten feet, and could easily whisk away a toddler with its massive built.

Found in the backyard of an abandoned house that was once resided by a man named Sparda, this "hangry bird" tends to be too irrational, angry and hostile, even, when it is famished. Exotic pet breeders who wish to take care of this unique specie are sternly warned and advised to keep in mind to feed it at least six times a day to keep it from attacking innocent citizens.

And while on the topic of this bird attacking innocents, this bird has a rather curious skill - the ability to control electricity. While it is not fully confirmed by the Artisan who discovered the specie, the Griffon seemingly has a certain part in its body which enables them to freely control electricity and any electrical devices near them. One is advised to keep this in mind so as not to be electrocuted, or, otherwise, murdered by this bird.

Another noteworthy characteristic of the Griffon is its ability to mimic the human language. However, due to some, yet, unknown reason, the Griffon could only mimic curse words ( which this reporter is forbidden to mention ), hence its name - The Red Grave Muckspout.

Only time will tell if this new species of bird, or oversized chicken, could be taken care of as a pet for some quality company, or kept as a weapon for hijacking nearby electric devices, which is a threat to the government and a treat to possible terrorists, who could utilize its skill in more nefarious and sinister ways.

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"How awfully domestic is that?!"

An all too - familiar voice uttered just behind them.

That proud stance, those glaring eyes, and that awful - looking signature moustache,...

... it was none other than Christopher Lancaster, himself.

But, this time, his aura felt normal. There was nothing evil about him, save for his sardonic smile and the annoying way that facial hair of his twitch with every movement of his lips , which made V conclude that the evil doctor's reincarnation was just an eyesore and nothing more. A human, which was not a total threat.

Or,... was he?

The man's eyes landed on you and the way he smirked at you made you flinch, and almost made V lose his patience.

"Small world!" Christopher announced like it was completely normal for the three of you to have a friendly conversation. "Didn't know the scouts have a field trip today." He said those words as his eyes lingered on the jar of cookies on V's hands, which offended the both of you.

"What are you doing here, Christopher?" You sneered at him, not wanting V to mingle with the guy.

"Oh! Don't be so hostile on your former lover, missy!" The obnoxious guy said, pretending to be scared of you as he backed out a few steps away from you. "Oh, I almost forgot! You are a gentle little thing who can't go hostile on anything. Ah! My bad, my bad, so sorry!"

"Pardon me, sir," V interrupted upon seeing your infuriated face turn red. " ... if you don't have,... anything nice to say, will you, please, let us move along, or leave us be?"

To this, the man's eyes widened in amusement. He laughed, clapped his hands, and pointed at V as he looked at you accusingly. "Is this your new man? Well, I have to offer my salutations to you for finding someone who suits a granny's girl like you!" Then, looking at V with those challenging eyes of his, he flat out said, "A total mama's boy."

For a moment, V lost his temper. No one is allowed to talk to his mother in such a way. And no one,... is allowed to embarrass you in any way or form. Not now, not after, not while he's still breathing, and especially not when he's bitten the dust.

You were not sure what was going on in V's head, only that he seemed to go quiet for a while as he slowly raised his left hand and -

"WHOA! WATCH OUT!"

A familiar female voice screamed, startling you, V, Christopher, and anyone who was nearby. And then, you saw a blur of black and blue land on Christopher's face, shocking and frightening the hell out of the offensive man.

"I'm so very, very sorry, mister!" Nico, who suddenly came out of nowhere, apologized as she made her way towards Christopher to untangle the bundle of angry feathers on his face. And when she did, you saw V smirk as he shook his head. It was Griffon who attacked Christopher, after all.

"WHAT,... THE FUCK IS THAT,... FUCKING BIRD?!" Christopher howled, flinching at the pain on his face due to the cuts Griffon just inflicted on him with his sharp talons.

"Oh! I'm so, so, sorry, sir! I truly am!" Nico blabbered in a convincing tone. "Red Grave Muckspout Chickens - "

Griffon angrily squawked and struggled against Nico's grasp upon hearing the word chicken from her, making her change the name of his species impromptu.

"I mean, Red Grave Muckspout Griffons tend to be really grumpy when they're hungry. But, just this mornin’, it ate six pancakes, four muffins, a child's ice cream, and an old man's baguette. It even drank my own coffee, and it's still hangry! I don't know what to do with it!"

Christopher just stared at her, confused as hell, and shook his head as he pinched his nose bridge in frustration.

"Keep your weird, fucking pets to yourself, woman!" He angrily screamed at her as he took out his handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping the blood off his face. "That fucking thing could kill people!"

"OH, YEAH?!" Griffon screamed, making everyone turn to him in both fright and shock. And it even made V turn the other way and hide his face to conceal his laughter. "WELL, FUCK YA, TOO!"

"WHAT THE F - ?!"

"AHH!" Nico howled helplessly as she forcefully clamped Griffon's beak close with her free hand and held him closer to the point of suffocation. "Muckspout! Red Grave Muckspout! It's in his, ah, nature to curse like that! Yeah! It's like a parrot, see? It can mimic human sounds, but it could only say swear words! So, ya basically taught him that! Yeah! It's not his fault, please, forgive him. He's an innocent, little angel!"

You have no idea what was going on, but you were only glad to see V having a blast with Nico's act. By this time, the poet has retreated to a corner and held the column post for support as he stifled his laughter and held his aching stomach with his free hand.

And Christopher, your former lover? He was beyond outraged and pissed. He closed his eyes, pursed his lips in fury, and held up both of his hands. With one last threatening look, he scoffed, and marched away like a defeated middle school bully. That's what he was, after all - he was a bully, and nothing more.

When the obnoxious man could no longer be seen, Nico let go of her Red Grave Muckspout pet and it made its way towards V.

"Come on!" Nico told you and V. "Let's get ya outta here."

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