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[bloomsoftly]

I enjoyed your cupcake delights series a lot :) Would like to prompt you for Wintershock where Darcy or Bucky accidentally get their gender changed :)

glass shards, darcy/bucky (T)

okay, so. I feel like you were hoping for something light and fluffy and funny, but considering Bucky’s backstory this definitely took on a hurt/comfort tone. 

that being said, the ending is so sugary sweet you’ll probably get a toothache. ;) hope you like it!

(also, you won the prompt lottery. this thing is hella long.)

On the fiftieth trial of theTerrible Trio’s experiment, something actually happened.

Darcy was neck deep in thepile of paperwork the scientists insisted on ignoring—Tony straight up refusedto fill it out, Jane’s handwriting was illegible to anyone but Darcy on thebest of days, and Bruce claimed that bureaucratic inanities tried the Big Guy’spatience. She didn't believe that last one, but Bruce was by far herbest-behaved scientist so Darcy let him get away with the excuse.

For once, the scientistsseemed to have things well in hand science-wise. They hadn’t even reached hourforty of their bender, so Darcy felt justified in leaving them unsupervised fora couple of hours while she dug into the bureaucratic bullshit of StarkIndustries. In hindsight, that decision was a total mistake.

Darcy was so absorbed in herpaperwork that she missed it when Tony distracted Bruce with some off-colorquip. The scientist’s measurement was off by a millimeter as a result, and noone noticed.

Chewing on a pen—trying todecide whether form 2187-A or 2187-B was most appropriate—Darcy also missed itwhen Jane tripped over a machine cord in her haste to mark down Trial #49’sdisappointing results. The plug didn’t come all the way out of the wall, andJane continued obliviously on her way.

She didn’t notice the smokecreeping across the floor at first, but jumped at the subsequent explosion ofsound.

The scientists shouted at herin unison, but it was already too late.

-:-

There was a click, followedby a flood of light. Bucky blinked several times at the sudden change, knifealready drawn and poised to throw.

It was Sam.

His hand faltered, thendropped back to his side. After all the years and all the horror, Bucky neededthe dark and the quiet to find some semblance of peace. He retreated to asoundproofed room off the gym several times a week, and it was rare—unheard of,actually—for anyone to interrupt Bucky’s meditation unless there was a call toassemble.

He was already headed inSam’s direction, mouth open to ask for a sit rep, when Sam held up a hand.Bucky stopped and cocked his head in question.

“There’s no call to assemble,Barnes. But there’s been an…incident…in the tower.”

Retrieving his knife, Buckyflipped it lightly with his fingers. It was mostly reflex, and gave hisrestless muscles something to do. “What kind of incident, Wilson?”

“Stark, Banner, and Fosterwere working on an experiment. It went wrong, and Foster’s assistant got caughtin the crossfire.”

“Darcy?” Bucky’s heartthudded hard in his chest. He liked the woman. She was brash and mouthy with abold smile and curves that went on for days. They didn’t know each other well,but it was impossible not to be aware of her. She was a force of nature—thekind of gusty wind that wore away at his hard edges and general resistance tothe 21st century.

Within seconds, Bucky wasonly steps away from the door and the other man. His body moved on instinct ashis mind whirled with possible scenarios and extraction plans. Sam’s eyes litwith recognition, and he muttered a soft “Fuck.”

“I forgot you knew her,Barnes, sorry. She’s not injured.” Sam hesitated, mouth working as he tried tothink of the right thing to say.

Bucky’s hand clenched aroundthe knife; it was no longer spinning in his hand. “Spit it out, Wilson.” Hisweight shifted forward, ready to explode into motion.

Sam held out his hand againin a steadying motion. “Give me a second, man. This shit is weird to explain,alright?” He sighed. “You know how they work on crazy shit in the labs?”

Bucky did know; he avoidedthe lab floor at all costs as a result. At his terse nod, Sam continued, “Idon’t even know how to say this, man. They were working on something—I can’ttell you what they were trying to do, it all goes over my head—and somethingwent terribly wrong. And it—” he rubbed a tired hand over his face, “—it didsomething to Darcy. Changed her.”

Shifting his weight, confusedas to why Sam sought him out when immediate intervention wasn’t required, Buckyquestioned, “Changed her how, Sam?”

With a helpless shrug, Samelaborated, “It changed her body. Like, completely.”

Utterly baffled, Bucky staredat him in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

With a huff, Sam spit out,“Man, she woke up with a different body. Like a male version of herself.”

Choking on his own spit,Bucky sputtered, “What?”

“Yeah, man. I told you it wasfucking weird.” After a slight hesitation, Sam added, “She’s having a hardtime, Barnes. A really hard time. Won’t come out of her room, or talk toanyone. Jane and the other two are working on a cure as fast as they can, and Ithought—”

“You thought I could help,somehow,” Bucky finished skeptically.

With a significant glance atBucky’s prosthetic arm, Sam agreed, “Yeah, I did. You know a thing or two aboutbody horror. And being uncomfortable in your own skin.”

As always, the reminder ofwhat he’d lost stung. But that, Bucky supposed, was the point. He did know athing or two. And if he could spare Darcy some discomfort, it would be worthfacing his own.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her, for one. Lether know she isn’t alone.”

-:-

“Miss Lewis, Sergeant Barnesrequests entrance to your apartment.” From under Darcy’s mountain of blankets,FRIDAY’s voice sounded gentle. Like the AI was talking to a wounded animal.Which, she figured, might be a fair assessment. She was definitely hurting, anddidn’t feel at all like herself.

Without moving an inch—she’dfinally found a spot that didn’t send her muscles into spasms, as long as shestayed as still as a statue—Darcy asked, “Bucky? What does he want?”

There was a tiny pause, thenFRIDAY answered, “To help, Miss Lewis.”

Bitterly, she scoffed, “Wellunless he’s been hiding a scientific genius that can outsmart Jane, Tony, and Bruce,I don’t see what good he can do.”

Bucky’s voice floated fromthe doorway. “I have a little bit of experience with pain, doll. And withfeeling like a stranger in my own body.”

At the sound of his voice,Darcy flinched. Her back and arm muscles immediately cramped, and she sobbedsoundlessly into the mattress. She couldn’t answer, consumed with pain anddespair.

“Will you let me help you,Darcy? You don’t have to do this alone.” His voice was closer now, and Darcyflinched involuntarily at the thought of him pulling the covers back andlooking at her. Other than the scientists and Dr. Cho, no one had seen Darcysince the incident. She couldn’thandle it, couldn’t even look at herself.

Instead, she had sequesteredherself in her bedroom, turned off all the lights, and hidden herself under apile of blankets so thick she couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face.No, not her hand. Her hand didn’tlook or feel anything like that. But it seemed to be attached all the same.

Bucky patiently reminded herof his presence. “Will you let me help, Darcy?” he coaxed gently. His voicedrifted over the covers, level with her head. She had an image of him kneelingat her bedside, that gentle look in his eyes he got sometimes when he looked atSteve and still saw the sick little boy from Brooklyn.

She choked on a sob at thatthought, not silent this time. “It hurts, Bucky.” It was a desperate wail, aliteral cry for help.

There was a rustling sound,and faint pressure from him smoothing the covers next to her head. He didn’ttouch her at all, which she was grateful for. At the same time, all her musclestensed and focused in his direction, wanting him to soothe their hurt.

“What hurts, Darcy?”

She laughed, sharp andbitter, around a throat clogged with tears. “Everything, Bucky. Everythinghurts.”

The sound of shifting fabricreached her ears. Still calm, still gentle, Bucky responded, “Alright, doll.Let’s take this one step at a time.”

-:-

They talked for what feltlike hours. Other than softly probing questions, Bucky just sat and listened.She told him about the pain, about the discomfort. He listened as she describedher inability to walk on legs that were too long and weirdly shaped. How herhands were too big to button a shirt or grip a glass of water properly.

Most of all, he understoodwhen she told him about the spasms and the pain. “Ah,” he said, when she spokeof the nerves that set themselves on fire with every little movement.

Overwhelmed, Darcy stopped.Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she tried to keep her breathing even.Without commenting on her emotional state, Bucky smoothed a hand against thetopmost blanket and prompted, “Do you trust me, Darcy?”

She thought hard about heranswer. It was true that she’d always liked him—he was genuine and funny andhad never given her a reason not to—but trust was another matter altogether.Then again, she’d let him in, figuratively and literally. “Yes,” she whispered.

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For a moment she thoughtshe’d been too quiet even for his enhanced hearing, but then he asked, “Willyou give me your hand?”

She froze, torn. Bucky didn’tsay anything else. Eventually, she worked up the courage to inch her handoutside the covers in his direction. She turned her face into the pillow andsqueezed her eyes shut even though her head was still safely ensconced in herlittle cage.

Gently—so gently—Bucky tookher hand. After a moment in which her hand only rested in his, he beganmassaging the muscles in smooth strokes. He worked over every tiny section ofher hand, leaving no muscle or bone untouched. Alternating between deep,satisfying pressure and light circles when it became to much and her handtrembled, slowly he was able to coax her body to relax.

When his fingers slowed to astop, Darcy gave a relaxed, sleepy sigh. The excruciating pain from before hadeased. His fingers rested lightly against hers, the calluses catching on thesoft, untouched skin of the limb that was connected to her body but wasn’treally hers. He rubbed little circles into her palm.

-:-

Bucky breathed a silent sighof relief as Darcy’s breathing evened out and the tension in her body slowlyfaded. Her heart rate slowed, and she drifted off. While it was unlikely thatshe would rest easy, he hoped that she would be able to get at least some kindof rest.

He waited at the side of herbed, still rubbing light circles into her hand, until he was sure that she hadslipped fully into a deep sleep.

After lingering severalminutes too long, Bucky finally released her hand and stood up.  Carefully, he moved her hand back under theblanket, so that she was once again entirely covered. Skimming a lightfingertip over where he knew her head to be, he whispered, “Sleep well, doll.”The words lingered in the air like a blessing, still and heavy.

Silently, he made his wayback out to the hallway.

“FRIDAY, I’m going to need afew things.”

-:-

When Bucky reached for herfoot, Darcy flinched violently.

She couldn’t seem to help it,even though he’d already been working on her hands and arms for the better partof an hour.

Even though she tried torelax, she couldn’t seem to make her muscles unclench. She hissed as her calfmuscle spasmed. Through gritted teeth, she begged, “Please, talk to me.Distract me.”

He did. In rumbling, lowtones, he told her about the trouble he’d had with his arm, the horror—both inthe days of Hydra and afterward. Softly, he told her about the serum’s effectson his body, and how even with the enhanced senses and immense increase instrength, some days he still had trouble coping.

He massaged her calf as hespoke, and one by one her muscles relaxed. In all honesty, she didn’t knowwhether it was his movements or his words that helped more. Soon, the soundscoming from her mouth stemmed from relief rather than pain.

Warmth spread through herveins, thick and lingering like honey. “Thank you,” she whispered, so quiet shealmost couldn’t hear her own words. Bucky said nothing in reply, but ran agentle finger along her ankle in acknowledgment.

Once again, Darcy pressed herface into the pillow to silence her tears. These were bittersweet, and full ofgratitude.

-:-

“Bucky, I can’t do this.” Hervoice was muffled under the blanket, but the fear in her tone was as clear as abell.

He stopped immediately,halfway through the motion of pulling the covers back. If she couldn’t go on,he wouldn’t force her. Would never force her. But he got the feeling she justneeded a little encouragement, instead.

“What is it, Darce? What doyou need?”

The silence weighed heavilyin the room. He stood frozen, blanket still clasped in hand, unwilling toshatter the progress they’d made.

She choked, “I don’t—I don’twant you to see me like this.”

Quietly, he offered, “I canfind someone else to come help.” She didn’t answer for a long moment, and hehad started to release the blanket and step back when she made a frustratednoise.

“No. I trust you. I do.” Hewasn’t sure who she was trying harder to convince, him or herself. But resolverang clear in her voice, and he couldn’t help but grin. There was thestrong-willed, stubborn dame he’d come to know over the last several months.

“Alright, Darce. Let me knowwhen you’re ready. 

She took a deep breath, thenpushed the blanket back. “I’m ready.”

-:-

“Your eyes are the same,” wasall he said.

The panic that had beenrising in her chest hesitated.

It sat there, so tight shecould hardly breathe, but his gaze never wavered.

No pity shone in his eyes,just truth. For a frozen moment, nothing happened, but then the panic whooshedback out of her lungs.

She could breathe again.

-:-

“Sergeant Barnes, I’m goingto need you to step outside,” Dr. Cho gently reminded him. Bucky almost argued;he’d been the sole person taking care of Darcy since the incident. He’d helpedher bathe, for God’s sake.

The doctor shot him a look,then cut her eyes in Dr. Foster’s direction, and he realized: if all wentaccording to plan, then Darcy would soon be back in her own skin.

He squeezed her hand, and sheclutched it desperately for a long moment. With a brave smile, she said, “I’llbe okay. Get out of here, Bucky.”

Leaning in close, staringinto her eyes—the ones that wouldn’t change no matter what happened to the restof her—he whispered, “You will beokay, doll. No matter what. I’ll be right out in the hallway.”

Then he beat a hasty retreat.

-:-

“Dude, I was wondering, ifthis doesn’t work—do you think we need to come up with a new name for Darcy?”

Bucky straightened from hisslouch against the wall, where he had been attempting to meditate. “What didyou just say?” he asked in a low tone.

The science goon—Buckyremembered his face from the personnel files, but didn’t know his name—didn’tget the hint. “You know, now that she’s a man. Who knows if Jane’s going to beable to fix the whole—” he waved his hand vaguely, “—situation.”

“A man?”

With a smirk, the guy joked,“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed! C’mon, dude, it’s a little hard to miss.”

It was too much, and Buckysnapped. With a step in the other man’s direction, he demanded, “Is Darcy stillDarcy?”

The scientist stared at himlike he was stupid. “Yeah?”

“Then she’s a fucking woman,asshole. Don’t say that shit again.”

The other man stared at him,gobsmacked. Slowly, he closed his mouth and nodded solemnly. “Yeah, dude,sorry. Take it easy—it was just a joke.”

Bucky huffed and seriouslycontemplated the consequences of kicking the man’s ass. With effort, he turnedaway. He couldn’t chance it—Darcy might need him, and he had no time foridiots.

That didn’t stop him fromshooting a quick text message to Stark, though.

And when he heard later thatthe guy had been fired, Bucky felt a vicious stab of satisfaction.

-:-

Blinking bleary eyes, Darcylooked up to see Bucky frozen in the doorway, a plum in his hand. She wavedcarelessly at him, and turned back to watching the mindless cooking show on TV.

He took the gesture for theinvitation it was and stepped closer. Hovering next to the couch for a moment,he eventually asked, “Couldn’t sleep?”

The words were a littlestilted, which was understandable; they hadn’t seen each other much since Janeand Co. had successfully reversed Darcy’s transformation. The scientists hadbeen smothering her with apologies and overbearing affection ever since.

Even with the awkwardness,Darcy felt more comfortable talking to Bucky about the whole thing than anyoneelse. Which is why she answered with honesty, rather than a flimsy excuse. “No,not easily. I’m scared to try. I’ve been having dreams—nightmares—where I’mstill trapped in that other body.”

She shuddered, the irrationalfear returning at the memory, and Bucky set his plum down on the table and tookthe seat next to her. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms and leanedback against the cushions.

She nestled into him, andadded, “But other than that, I feel okay.”

His breath ghosted across hercheek and forehead. “Yeah?”

She hummed. “Mhmm. I feellike me again.”

A hand carded itself throughher hair, pressing her closer into his shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it, doll.”As he spoke, his breath stirred the hair on top of her head. She shivered,burrowing even deeper into his warmth.

Finally, she was able to fallinto a deep, dreamless sleep. Neither of them moved until morning.

-:-

“When are you going to dosomething about that?” Jane hooked her chin over Darcy’s shoulder as she spoke.

Praying that Bucky didn'tturn around and catch the two of them staring at him (and certain parts of hisanatomy—he looked way too good in his tac suit), Darcy shrugged her off with ahuff.

Turning away from thebeautiful sight, she denied, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

Jane scoffed. In a gentlertone, she said, “Yes, you do. And I've never seen Darcy Lewis hesitate to goafter what she wants.” After a slight pause, she added, “He stared at you, too,you know.”

Darcy looked up at that. “Ijust—what if it's just concern, after everything? We're so close, now. I don'twant to ruin it.”

“Then you should find out.”

“How?”

With a grin that would put amad scientist to shame, Jane proclaimed, “With an experiment, of course.”

-:-

Steve took one look atBucky’s face and laughed. Pretending to check the clock, he asked, “Aren't youusually meditating at this time, Buck? Is everything alright?”

Running a shaky hand throughhis hair, Bucky bluffed, “Decided to quit early today, that's all.”

“And your decision hasnothin’ to do with the fact that Darcy’s doin’ yoga in there right now?”

Yes. “No.”

His friend sighed. “You keeprunnin’ away, and the girl is gonna get the wrong idea.”

Bucky stared at him,arrested. “What? She's just doin’ yoga in the gym, as the doctor ordered. She'sgotta keep her muscles from seizing after all the trauma.” So what if Buckypaid attention to every single aspect of Darcy’s medical instructions? He caredabout the girl.

Steve leveled him with askeptical look. “Sure. And she just happens to come in at the same time youmeditate every day.” When Bucky said nothing in reply, he added, “Oh, just likelast week when she absolutely needed the one bowl that was between you and thecounter?”

He laughed at the look onBucky’s face. “Come on, Buck. I thought I was supposed to be the clueless one.She's been tossin’ out signals left and right. Are you not gettin’ them?” Stevepeered at his friend closely. “Or do you not want to be gettin’ them?”

Bucky didn't answer. He wasalready gone.

-:-

Still grinning, Steve pulledout his phone and texted Natasha. I win.

Less than a minute later, hisphone dinged. отвали. ;)

-:-

Sighing dejectedly as sherolled up her yoga mat, Darcy muttered, “Well, I guess that answers that.”

The whoosh of the door wasstartling. She was surprised to see Bucky, striding toward her purposefully—andboy, all of a sudden she understood the superhero fangirls’ obsession with his‘murder strut’. She barely had enough time to fully stand up (and none at allto catch her breath at the sight he made) before he was there, crowding intoher personal space.

He sweetly cupped her face inhis hands, eyes flickering from her eyes to her mouth and back. With amuttered, “Sorry, doll. I’m an idiot,” he brushed her hair behind her ear, thenleaned in and pressed his mouth to hers.

She opened her mouth to hisimmediately, stumbling forward and wrapping her arms around him. The yoga matfell to the floor with a thump, completely forgotten. Their tongues slid againsteach other blissfully and he pulled her closer, until she was flush against hisbody. The salt from her mouth transferred to his, and she licked at it. Inreturn, his hands moved along her shoulders around to her back and tangledthemselves in her long hair. He tugged lightly, and Darcy moaned. She wasutterly boneless with pleasure, basking in the feeling of them finally comingtogether. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his back.He nibbled on her lip lightly, then soothed it with his tongue.

They eventually broke apartwhen the need for air became too much. Bucky pressed their foreheads togetherand stroked her back.

Darcy panted, “Not exactlyhow I imagined our first kiss, but it works.”

With a saucy grin, Buckyjoked, “What? The gym isn’t romantic enough for you, doll?” Before she couldreply, he confessed, “It’s not how I imagined it, either. Was gonna take yousomewhere nice, on a real date.”

She reached up and broughthis face back down to hers for another hot kiss. Breaking away, she smoothedher hand down his chest and abs and dipped her fingers below his waistband. “Ithink the fancy date is gonna have to wait, Bucky.”

His eyes darkened, and he bithis lip. “Yeah?”

Grinning from ear to ear,Darcy nodded. Nothing had ever felt so right, and she was way past playing itcool. “Yeah.”

Without wasting anothersecond, Bucky tossed her over his shoulder and headed for the door.

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‘Hungry Like the Wolf’, Romanogers

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Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran

“Could you...maybe slow down a little?” Steve asked, reaching forward to grasp the sleeve of her jacket.  “I’m old and liable to lose you in this crowd…”  

Natasha smirked back at him.  “I’m sure Captain America can keep up with little old me…”  

He had to smile at that.  If she only knew how much he’d like to prove that to her.

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Fairy Godmothers Inc

This started off as a Fic Title Prompt from @llygaidwideshut last February, and has since evolved into... more. Bread molds and lime... Do your magic

Summary: Jane and Darcy play Fairy Godmother to a bunch of superheroes in hiding.

It's a secret hideout, so who put limes in the fridge while we were out fighting bad guys?

Notes: General rogue Avengers, no cryo for Bucky, Goldilocks AU kind of?? Now with graphics!!

Chapter One

 The food thing is becoming a problem. Hiding out in the middle of nowhere makes it difficult to obtain the basic necessities of life, especially when they’re still taking off every few days to fight the good fight (even if it is incognito and in the dark). And they often don’t make it back home for several days, seeing as they don’t have supersonic jets and other fancy equipment to get them to and from their adopted mercy missions any more.

 There's no one around to take care of things while they aren’t there, so any supplies that they do manage to find often aren’t usable (let alone edible) by the time they get back. Except this time it’s different.

 Somehow, along with the usually half loaf of moldy bread and almost solid three inches of milk, there are half a dozen bright green, perfectly fresh limes in the fridge.

 Two hours of searching later they’ve found evidence that Someone has been there, but isn’t any more. It’s a bit like Goldilocks - a couple of beds have been slept in, some of the furniture has been shifted around, and yeah. Instead of a couple of half eaten bowls of porridge, there’s limes. It’s Bucky that finds the empty tequila bottles (yes, plural is correct!) in the bottom of the recycling bin.

 When Clint sees them, he relaxes, and tells everyone there’s nothing to worry about. Next time they head out on a mercy mission, he leaves a note in the coffee tin. If he’s right, and they’re really lucky, this time they’ll come back to a well stocked everything, and maybe… just maybe… the tequila bottles won’t be empty.

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glass shards

by bloomsoftly

An accident in the lab has painful consequences for Darcy. Bucky helps her pick up the pieces.

(based on a prompt from llygaidwideshut)

Words: 3885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of green to the end of days

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending

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glass shards

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by bloomsoftly

An accident in the lab has painful consequences for Darcy. Bucky helps her pick up the pieces.

(based on a prompt from llygaidwideshut)

Words: 3885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of green to the end of days

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending

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glass shards

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2siKMZi

by bloomsoftly

An accident in the lab has painful consequences for Darcy. Bucky helps her pick up the pieces.

(based on a prompt from llygaidwideshut)

Words: 3885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of green to the end of days

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending

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glass shards

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2siKMZi

by bloomsoftly

An accident in the lab has painful consequences for Darcy. Bucky helps her pick up the pieces.

(based on a prompt from llygaidwideshut)

Words: 3885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of green to the end of days

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending

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glass shards

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2siKMZi

by bloomsoftly

An accident in the lab has painful consequences for Darcy. Bucky helps her pick up the pieces.

(based on a prompt from llygaidwideshut)

Words: 3885, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of green to the end of days

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Jane Foster, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending

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Pepper/Tony, “Bibya be ye ye”

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Bibya be ye ye - Ed Sheeran 

“What am I supposed to do with this, Tony?”  Pepper asked, her voice sounding strained and tired.  “Are you falling off the wagon, is that what you’re telling me?”  

The blood was rushing in his ears and he couldn’t really think about anything past Pepper being disappointed in him.  He had to fix something.  He could fix this.  

“I’m...telling you I’m lost, Pep.”  

“Lost without me?”  

He shook his head. “I’m just lost.  I’m not telling you that you have to fix me.  Or that you’re the only thing that can fix me.  I’m just telling you that I’m lost.  And I’m trying.  And please don’t give up on me.”  

Her expression softened.  “You know I’ll never give up on you, Tony.”  

[dresupi]

Loki & Thor, ‘How to Save a Life’

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How To Save a Life- The Fray

Thor clapped Loki on the back, “Welcome back, brother.”  

“I’m not your brother, Thor.” Loki reminded him gently.  “And I believe you might be the only one who wishes me welcome.”  

“You’ve been my brother for our entire lives.  Do you think a little thing like blood is going to keep us from being brothers?”

“In the eyes of your father, it does.”

Thor sighed heavily.  “The Allfather does not know everything, Loki. You are my brother.  Nothing has changed.”  

A small smile played upon Loki’s face. “Then why is everything different?  Answer that question for me.  Brother.”  

[dresupi]

Phil & Melinda, ‘Bad’

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Bad - Michael Jackson

“I don’t think you could be mean to someone even if your life depended on it,” Melinda said definitively.  “You don’t have a mean bone in your body.”  

“I’ve been mean plenty of times.  Remember when I took that girl’s iPod in New Mexico?  I didn’t have to do that,” he countered.  

“I’m not talking about for SHIELD business.  I’m talking about Phil.  Phil Coulson, off the clock, someone just cut you off during rush hour, what do you?”  

“Well…” he shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Nothing probably.  They might be in a hurry.”

Melinda snorted.  “I rest my case.”  

[dresupi]

Teddy & Tonks, Amnesia

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A/n:  So I thought I’d include Remus in this and oops angst and feels.  So sorry.  :(  

19.  Amnesia

Remus held Teddy out to his mother, the blank look in her eyes nearly broke his heart.  She’d survived the battle of Hogwarts, but couldn’t remember ever giving birth to their son.  

“Mummy?” Teddy’s tiny voice seemed to jog something.  

Tonks frowned, mouthing the word, as if she’d never heard of it before.  “Mummy?”

“Yes...darling, it’s our son?”  Remus ran his hand over Teddy’s hair.  Blue today.   

“We have a son,” she said, a moment of clarity.  “Of course, come here, Teddy…”  

[dresupi]

Clint, Natasha & Tony, Bed sharing

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2. Bed sharing

“There is no way this is happening…” Clint glanced over at Tony and then back at Natasha.  “Rock paper scissors for who gets to sleep in that tiny bed.”  

“Fine…” Natasha dropped her bag on the floor.  “I’m game.”  

Tony rolled his eyes.  “WHATEVER, I’m tired, I’ll sleep anywhere.”  

Exactly ten tied games later…

“Move over, would you...Natasha’s kicking me in the face again…” Tony squirmed around and pressed his face to the wall.  

“I can’t move over, there is no over…”Clint rolled again and fell off the edge of the bed.

“That’s perfect.  Don’t move.”  

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Hagrid & Sirius, Bed sharing

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2. Bed sharing

  “Will ye budge over?” Hagrid growled, yanking the blanket over himself.  

“There is no more over,” Sirius complained.  “You budge over.”  

“Can’t ye make the bed bigger?  An enlargement charm or summat?”  

“No, even the smallest charm will alert the Ministry to our whereabouts.  And being two wanted Potter sympathizers, well…”

“Fine, fine...I’ll try and make do…”   

[dresupi]

Alastor Moody & Kingsley Shacklebolt, Fakeout Makeout

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13.  Fakeout makeout

Alastor glanced around the corner before ducking back into the alcove and reaching for Kingsley.  “C’mere…”  

Kingsley frowned.  “Oh no, I’m not doing that again, Alastor. There has to be another way.”  

“There isn’t.  And it’s not going to matter in a few ticks, because they’ll be on us.”  

“Fine,” he acquiesced.  “But not a word of this to anyone.”  He leaned in and wrapped his arms around his partner’s shoulders.  

[dresupi]

Pepper & Steve, Bodyswap

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1. Bodyswap 

“Oh no…” Steve looked down at his...at Pepper’s...at his current front.  “This is…”  

“Bad,” his voice sounded from across the room. His voice.  His body.  Not him.  “This is so bad...oh my god, Tony...WHY?”  

“Tony’s...he’s not even here…”  

“But he’s responsible for this…”  Steve watched as Pepper (in his body) stamped a foot and clenched fists.  It would have been comical if it wasn’t so very, very real.  “I don’t care if he’s not here, this has his fingerprints...ALL OVER IT!”  

“Okay, we should probably...calm down.”  

“You calm down!” Pepper/Steve demanded.  “YOU calm down.  Soon we’re going to have to go to the bathroom.  What then, Steve?”  

“Dammit, Tony…” he swore under his breath.