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[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 77

Sam led us to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a remote location far from prying eyes. The place looked like it had been forgotten by time, with rusted containers scattered around, their surfaces mottled with years of neglect. The dim light filtering through broken windows cast long shadows, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Bucky sat on one of the containers, his posture slumped and defeated, his head buried in his hands. Steve and Sam were engaged in quiet, urgent conversation nearby, their voices barely more than murmurs. I stood before Bucky, my heart heavy with the weight of the recent events.

“It’s not your fault,” I said gently, trying to offer comfort. “He knew those words. He knew exactly what he was doing.” Bucky’s gaze lifted to meet mine, his expression of profound weariness.

I couldn’t ignore the memory of our near kiss, the intensity of that moment is still vivid in my mind. But the complexity of my feelings and the reality of my situation made it hard to know what I truly wanted. Steve and I were on a break, but I doubted he would have been okay with me kissing Bucky.

With a deep breath, I stepped closer and reached out, touching Bucky’s metal fingers. His eyes followed the movement, lingering on my lips. “What do you remember?” I asked softly, a hint of hope mingled with my uncertainty. I wondered if he recalled our childhood in Brooklyn, the way we danced before he left for war, and what had happened just the night before.

Bucky’s eyes met mine with a clarity that pierced through the confusion. “I remember everything,” he said, a sad smile tugging at his lips as he spoke. The depth of his gaze held a poignant mix of recognition and regret.

Steve cleared his throat from behind us, the sound sharp and deliberate, drawing our attention. His gaze fell on my hand, still resting gently on Bucky’s metal fingers. His eyes narrowed, and his voice took on a stern edge. “Do you know who he was?” he asked, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “What he wanted?” he added, the urgency in his tone unmistakable.

Bucky frowned, his expression darkening as he considered the implications. “He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where,” Bucky replied, his voice carrying a note of frustration and concern.

Steve’s brow furrowed further, his urgency escalating as he pressed for answers. His eyes were intense as he demanded, “Why would he need to know that?” The tension in his voice was palpable, each word underscored by a growing sense of urgency.

Bucky’s face darkened, his gaze sweeping over us with a heavy gravity. “Because,” he said slowly, each word weighed with a grim realization, “I’m not the only Winter Soldier.” "Who were they?" Steve asked, his voice tense as he crossed his arms, concern etched deep into his features. The gravity of what Bucky had revealed was sinking in, and it was clear he was trying to grasp the full scope of the situation.

"Their most elite death squad," Bucky replied, his gaze fixed on the ground as if the weight of the past was too heavy to meet anyone's eyes. "More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. And that was before the serum."

Steve’s worry deepened, but it was Sam who broke the silence. "They all turn out like you?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, his tone a mix of curiosity and unease.

"Worse," Bucky said simply, the word hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Steve’s focus sharpened, his mind racing to understand the implications. "The doctor, could he control them?" he asked, the question loaded with a hope that there might be some limit to the damage that could be done.

"Enough," Bucky answered, the finality in his voice underscoring the dangerous reality they were up against.

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall," Steve murmured, casting a troubled glance at Sam. The weight of those words hung in the air, the implications too terrifying to ignore.

Bucky looked up briefly, his eyes shadowed with old pain. "With these guys, he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize," he continued, each word laced with the bitterness of someone who knew too much. "They can take a whole country down in one night. You'd never see them coming."

As he spoke, Bucky lowered his head again, clearly burdened by the memories. The heaviness of his past was almost tangible, a dark cloud that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

I felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to place a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort, but I hesitated. The room was thick with tension, and I wasn’t sure how Steve would interpret the gesture.

Sam stepped up to Steve, his expression serious but tinged with the weight of their predicament. "This would have been a lot easier a week ago," he said, his tone reflecting the frustration of how quickly things had spiraled out of control.

Steve, always trying to find a way through, considered their options. "If we call Tony . . ." he began, but the doubt in his voice was clear.

Sam shook his head, cutting him off. "No, he won't believe us."

Steve sighed, knowing Sam was right. "Even if he did . . ."

"Who knows if the Accords would let him help," Sam finished, the reality of their situation settling between them.

Steve nodded, the finality of it all sinking in. "We're on our own," he said, his voice steady but carrying the weight of the world.

But Sam, ever resourceful, wasn’t ready to give up just yet. A small, determined smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he said, "Maybe not. I know a guy."

Twenty minutes later, we were crammed into a tiny beetle, our makeshift getaway car. Steve was at the wheel, with Sam riding shotgun, while Bucky and I were squeezed together in the back. The closeness made things... complicated. His leg was pressed against mine, a constant reminder of how little space we had. Bucky had his arm draped casually over the back of my seat, in an attempt to make more room, but the occasional brush of his fingers against my arm sent shivers down my spine.

Steve would occasionally glance into the rearview mirror, his gaze flickering between Bucky and me. I couldn’t tell if he was checking on Bucky, on me, or the two of us together. The silence in the car was thick, pressing down on me with every passing second. I racked my brain, desperate to find something to break it, but no words came. Everything felt too heavy, too loaded with meaning, and I didn’t trust myself to speak without giving something away.

So I turned my attention to the window, watching the scenery blur past as I tried to ignore the warmth of Bucky’s muscular thigh against mine. The contact, innocent as it was, sent an involuntary flutter through me, stirring feelings I didn’t want to acknowledge. I focused harder on the outside world, anything to keep my mind from drifting back to the man sitting just inches away, whose presence was impossible to ignore.

After what felt like an eternity on the road, the car finally pulled to a stop beneath a secluded bridge, our designated meeting spot with Sharon. The air was thick with anticipation as Steve stepped out, leaving the rest of us in the car. I leaned back, trying to focus on the sounds outside rather than the tension inside, but the windows were down, and I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

Sharon got out of her car with a knowing smile, her eyes flicking toward our tiny, cramped vehicle. "Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car," she teased, her voice carrying easily in the echoing space beneath the bridge.

Steve, ever calm, responded with a hint of a smile. "It's low profile."

"Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd," Sharon said, popping the trunk of her car to reveal our gear, neatly stowed and ready for us.

Steve approached her, his posture relaxed yet focused, and there was something in the way they exchanged looks that caught my attention. "I owe you again," he said, holding her gaze a moment longer than necessary. There was a familiarity between them that felt unsettling.

"Keeping a list," she replied, her tone light but her eyes serious as she glanced toward our car, particularly at Bucky. "You know, he kinda tried to kill me."

Bucky looked away, his expression unreadable, but Steve’s apology was immediate. "Sorry. I'll put it on the list, too." His voice was softer now, tinged with the worry that they might soon be hunted down. "They're going to come looking for you."

Sharon’s expression shifted, a resolve hardening her features as she stepped closer to Steve. "I know," she said, her voice quieter, more intimate. The space between them seemed to shrink, and I felt an uncomfortable knot form in my stomach. Natasha had mentioned their missions together, but seeing them like this made me wonder if there was more between them than I had been led to believe.

Sharon closed the gap between them, and before any of us could react, she planted a kiss on Steve’s lips. My jaw dropped, and I froze in disbelief, unable to process what I was seeing. Steve, wide-eyed and clearly caught off guard, didn’t move at first, his shock evident before he gently pulled back from her.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still, but Bucky's reaction shattered the silence. He threw the car door open and stormed out, his expression dark with anger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, stepping between Steve and Sharon with an intensity that made everyone tense up.

Sharon’s confusion was plain on her face as she looked from Steve to Bucky, and then over to me. Sam, who had been quietly watching from the car, turned his head to glance at me, eyebrows raised in surprise. Steve, sensing the tension, lifted his hands in a placating gesture. “Bucky, it’s not what you think—” he began, but Bucky was having none of it.

Sharon looked between us, realization dawning as she took a step back. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice tinged with regret. “I thought you two—” she gestured vaguely between Steve and me, clearly mortified by her assumption.

Bucky’s fists clenched at his sides, his body language screaming that he was one wrong move away from decking Steve. Seeing where this was headed, I knew I had to intervene before things got out of hand.

I quickly stepped out of the car, positioning myself between Bucky and Steve, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated any further. “Bucky, stop,” I urged, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. “We’re not together anymore. It’s okay.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion, his intense gaze flicking between me and Steve. Before he could say anything, Steve spoke up, his voice calm but tinged with regret. “We’re on a break,” he explained, his eyes shifting to Sharon. “I’m sorry, but—” he started, trying to find the right words.

Sharon, her face flushed with embarrassment, quickly cut him off. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice tinged with awkwardness as she took a step back. “I’ll leave before I embarrass myself any further.”

Despite her words, Bucky’s anger hadn’t completely dissipated. He looked between Steve and me, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “Why? What happened?” he asked, his voice low but demanding.

The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. I didn’t want to admit that Bucky was part of the reason for the break, that his return had thrown everything into chaos. My mouth opened, but no words came out; I froze, unable to confront the reality of the situation.

Sensing the discomfort, Steve stepped in again, his voice careful and measured. “It’s complicated,” he said, the weight of the truth lingering in his tone. He turned away, breaking eye contact as he moved to the trunk, grabbing our gear.

The air between us was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions as Steve loaded our stuff into the car. Bucky’s gaze lingered on me, searching for answers I wasn’t ready to give. Sharon, clearly uncomfortable, gave a small nod before turning on her heel and heading back to her car.

As Steve finished packing, he handed me my gear, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest of moments. “We should go,” he said quietly, not looking at me, and I nodded, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before getting back into the car, still clearly unsettled by the exchange. As we all piled back into the beetle, the silence was even heavier than before. The drive ahead felt daunting, not just because of the mission but because of everything that had been left unsaid.

Sam, always trying to lighten the mood, glanced back at us from the front seat. “Well, that was awkward,” he said with a forced chuckle, but even his attempt at humor couldn’t lift the weight that hung over us.

Next Chapter

[noxexistant]

Okay this might be kinda incoherent but here's a couple thoughts on the newsies we know are canonically disabled-

I go with the interpretation Crutchie is a polio survivor. His leg is fully paralysed and he has severe muscle weakness in his left arm, and he has to have safe foods due to his dysphagia. Some of the other boys help him with exercises to strengthen his other muscles, and he's a stickball batting champion skdksd

Kid Blink initially had macular degeneration, but an infection caused him to lose sight in his left eye fully. He hasn't come to terms with it yet (he still jumps a lot if anyone but Mush comes up on his blind side)

Splint has Erb's palsy, and whilst the sling isn't necessarily required she finds it easier to use it (people stare less at a sling than her arm itself). She exercises her usable arm a lot, and loves arm wrestling

York lost his eye in a mugging fight. It took a while to adjust at first but he's since embraced it. He doesn't like remembering the reality of what happened, but he does enjoy recounting dramatised versions of how he lost his eye

i loooove polio survivor crutchie <3 i feel like, in my head, broadway crutchie is a polio survivor, uksies crutchie has cerebral palsy/tbi/a leg injury in some combination.

crutchie is largely at peace with his disability, he doesn’t resent his paralysis too much and can make do with one arm when his left starts aching too much with minimal usage. but he hates his dysphagia. it embarrasses him so much, and frustrates him - what could be more simple, a more basic human function, than eating and drinking? and yet he can’t do it properly. it takes him ages to eat, and on his worst days he’ll choke food and water back up, drool and dribble, choke and wheeze. he feels so ashamed, and won’t eat in front of anybody but jack when he’s having a rough time like that - he hates even jack seeing him like that, even though jack is nothing but patient. wipes at crutchie’s chin with a rag and mutters, “‘s’okay. breathe for a sec an’ try ‘gain, okay?”

the Fear that blink felt as his eyesight faded still haunts him and always will. he has nightmares experiencing it all over again, and wakes up petrified that his other eye’s gone too, has to rush to the window and pray there’s a streetlamp lit outside so he can see something through the darkness. he hates the dark. mush tries to keep a lamp lit near where they sleep for him, keeps a sheet around their bunks too to keep the light from bothering anyone else, it marks a sort of divide between the newsies that like the nightlight and those that need darkness to sleep.

splint lived the majority of her childhood believing that she’d get better at some point, like her ma promised. she said that the nurse said lots of kids get better. she’s slowly adjusting to the idea that she won’t, but can’t help but keep hope that…maybe.

splint and crutchie have absolutely arm wrestled. it was a fight for the ages. splint won, but only because she practices against the other brooklyn kids practically every day. she gives crutchie advice on tricks to operating with one arm, even suggests that he could put his in a sling too if he wants it secured on bad days. crutchie’s reluctant on doing anything else that would mark him more as disabled than his crutch already does, but he considers it.

york was so disoriented suddenly losing his vision. it shook him to the core. he couldn’t wrap his head around it, even when the doctor told him his eye was so badly damaged that they had to remove it - it’s gone, but he still finds himself expecting his vision to return somehow, someday. he hates that it was just one lucky hit that took it from him, knowing that he could’ve jerked his head to take that one hit better and he wouldn’t have lost his eye. he feels like it’s at least partially his fault then, like he deserves it in some sense for not protecting himself better. but the other brooklyn newsies tell him how tough he looks, the kids gush about him being a pirate, and it’s so worth it for every time someone asks him what happened and he gets to come up with a new story. sometimes they’re elaborate, sometimes he just solemnly says something like, “shark.” blink’s the one one outside of brooklyn he’s ever told the truth to.

thank u so much for sharing :’)

[sivarcher-sivvie]

Another slice of life

It's me and another slice of life short story! This idea is based from S05E17 when Raymond learns Yoga from Charles he said: "My doctor tells me to be more active." So I loved to look into small details 🤣

Also Happy Lunar New Year to anyone who celebrates it by the way!

And since there are two SOL one-shot now, I combined them and posted them on AO3 as well XD If anyone want to read there, please proceed to: A day in the life of Raymond Holt & Kevin Cozner - Chapter 1 - SivArcher - Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

---Doctor's Appointment---

Every once a year, at the summertime there is one specific day is their annual body checkup day where they will spend the whole day doing all the health screenings needed or suggested by their doctor.

"Raymond, can you help me bag these supplements that I've taken for the past year? I've forgot to keep the receipt in. " Kevin was calling the doctor to reconfirm their appointment while asking Raymond help for the supplement showcase later. Normally Kevin will be taking Iron and Vitamin D as his daily supplements because A: He had anemia that is caused by iron deficiency, and B: He rarely go outside to be under the sun, thus Vitamin D needed. On some occasions where he was sleep deprived, he will take Vitamin B as well, and every year he will be showing the doctor what kind of supplements he has in his daily life, despite the doctor already know since he's been their doctor for like 10 years.

On the contrary, Raymond does not believe in supplements needed in his daily life, he believed he can get everything he needs from daily food intake and he has been right. After all he is much more active than Kevin and being under the sun is a normal to him ever since his beat cop day.

"Dear, have you been taking these sleep aid supplement again? " Raymond found the melatonin bottle along with the other supplements and so he asked.

Kevin just finished his phone call with the doctor's receptionist and so he looked at him sheepishly: "Yes, I have. But not every day, only when I couldn't sleep. "

"How is it that I do not know this? How long has it been happening? " Raymond puts down the bottle and getting near to Kevin, almost holding him in his arms.

"It was… It was nothing, really. Just a couple of times. " Kevin looked at him in the eyes try to convince him, but he can tell his husband is lying.

"There is nearly half the bottle gone, Kevin. I am worried about you. " Raymond soften his voice so he doesn't appear to be interrogate his husband. Kevin slumps his shoulder to know that he could never deceive his husband, it has proven many times that Raymond is an exceptional detective and furthermore, he can read him like a book.

"Ever since the… Safe House incident, sometimes I will have nightmare and so I… took some of the sleeping aids. I didn't tell you because it was really just happening sometimes and I was able to sleep more normally these days, truly. " Kevin lean into him and pat him in the back to assure Raymond that he is fine, he doesn't have to worry about him.

Raymond knew that incident must have some aftermath for Kevin, it was such a traumatize experience yet he failed to notice his husband changes: "I am sorry, Kevin. You should have never been through all of that. "

Kevin shook his head and kiss him on the lips gently: "Stop apologize to me, it was not your fault. Raymond. And you have done everything you could, I am still here, aren't I? "

He looked him in the eye, the striking blues that fulfilled every moment in his life, and so he said: "Yes, you are. "

The trip to the doctor was smooth and the checkup has been performed swiftly, one week later they have another appointment where the doctor will review their screening report.

It usually went well as he and Kevin remain a pretty healthy lifestyle on their food and exercise, albeit lesser in the recent years but Raymond trust that they will have no big issue.

It was partially correct though.

"Mr Holt, your cholesterol level has been climbing up to the borderline number. " The doctor circled up the shockingly close to the unhealthy checkpoint number and said to him.

Raymond stares at his report, he could not believe it. After all, he's been eating healthily, doing exercises regularly with the fencing and squash, how had he come to this?

"As well as your liver function has been exceeding the normal number a little bit. The others have been perfectly in range and healthy! " Raymond looked at that number where it's higher by 2 points from the normal range.

To be fair, he does drink a lot more compared to before he came to the 99, mostly is they gathered at the bar a lot, and the cheap liquor has such nasty effects.

"Mr Holt, do not need to be too worried about these. At your age, your number is still very good. I wouldn't worry a lot about the cholesterol level or liver function number, but I do suggest you to be more active and less drinking if possible. " The doctor closed his report and gave his insights.

"I understand, thank you, doctor. " Raymond nods and put a mental note in his mind to be more active and he should drink less in those team gatherings at the Shaw's bar.

Or maybe he should just drink water only from now on.

"Your turn, Mr Cozner. " The doctor opens another report while Raymond and Kevin switched places on the chair. Kevin puts his hands on Raymond's shoulder to signal him comfort.

"How was your knees and throat? Are they doing okay? " Though before the doctor review the report, he asked about Kevin's current wellbeing due to Kevin had history of Osteoarthritis and Chorditis.

Kevin nodded along: "Yes, they have been improving a lot. " Raymond knows Kevin's knees has been in suboptimal state, according to doctor this is unavoidable as it was a natural degrade of his knees. That's why he never let Kevin hold any heavy object or doing any movements that require squads. And ever since couple years ago he had that Chorditis, his throat had become easily sore due to overuse them in the class.

These were old problems that Raymond hope that pain can leave Kevin alone, but to no avail and he guess it's just part of the life progress.

"That's good. Keep up with the medicine and you'll be alright. As for your screening report… " The doctor flipped on the pages of the report, from Raymond's eyesight, it seems everything is alright.

"Your result are very good! Nothing was excessive and every single number are within range. " The doctor smiled at his report and gave a clearance to him.

"That is wonderful. Thank you, doctor. " They finished their session soon after Kevin picks up his medicine from the pharmacy.

On their ride back to the house, Raymond still couldn't believe that he was not the perfect result man that he always secretly prided himself with. Even after they reached the house, he's still thinking about it.

"I could not believe that I had a red number this year. " He still stares at his report, on the sofa while Kevin is making them tea.

"It is okay, Raymond. We are getting old, and the doctor said do not worry. " Kevin puts out his tea and comfort him.

"I'll have to be more active I guess. Sadly, our squash club had been turned into a racquetball club. The audacity of those people. " Raymond picks up Kevin's report and read that it was indeed a flawless healthy report.

"I agreed. " Kevin is taking his Osteoarthritis medicine with the water, he will have his throat protection medicine after the dinner.

"I'm glad your results are good. Congratulations, Kevin. " He sips his tea while watching his husband swallowed the white pills in a weird face. His Kevin is not fond of having pills and always have it hard to swallow.

"Thank you, Raymond. Although I am the one who needs to keep having these medicine even though I have a perfect score on the screening. " Kevin pointed his medicine bag and sigh.

"You know these are two different things. And if you don't take it, your knees might be in great pain again. " Raymond hold his hand to be an emotional support, he has seen Kevin when his knees acting up, he couldn't afford to see that again, it breaks his heart.

"I know. I won't want to experience that pain again. " Kevin lies his head on his shoulder and happily sigh.

"Do you want a massage on them? " Raymond looked at Kevin's legs, it's been sometimes that he gave Kevin a massage. He normally done it to his neck and shoulder but he's very good at legs too.

"Yes I do. Thank you, Raymond. " And so Kevin moves his body to a proper position so that Raymond can massage his legs comfortably.

While Kevin looked at his man, his husband, and feeling the big warm hand from him on his knees, his eyes were soft and so he smiled.

'What a good day. ' He thought while he slowly falls asleep.

---

I normally write these in between of the long fics so I can escape to other ideas sometimes hahaha. These one-shots have not been edited though so 😅😅

[infiinitys]

 GEMMA CHAN. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of COMPLEX by katie gregson-macleod, well, it describes DR. AURELIA ZHANG to a tee! the thirty-eight year old, and THERAPIST was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more withdrawn or more CONSIDERATE instead? anyway, they remind me of a sturdy shoulder to cry on, professionalism in their dna, an internalized sadness & a closet full of business wear, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!  

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶��: infidelity, divorce, pregnancy

Aurelia was born a twin, alongside her brother Kian in Manhattan, New York. The two appeared to be attached at the hip from the very moment that they came into the world and have remained that way ever since.

Aurelia was born a twin, alongside her brother Kian in Manhattan, New York. The two appeared to be attached at the hip from the very moment that they came into the world and have remained that way ever since.

Aurelia always admired her brother's confidence as a child, for her true self was someone she felt like she could never be, someone she truly didn't know.

She was always on the more studious side, very gifted when it comes to various ranges of academics. She was also a three sport athlete all throughout high school, a star on the women's soccer, basketball and lacrosse teams respectively.

At first Aurelia had every intention to become a profiler, planning to go to the FBI academy. Once she realized just how gruesome some of the cases were, she realized her interest in behavior might be better suited in a different field.

She was the valedictorian of her high school, armed with an acceptance letter to Harvard University's undergraduate psychology program.

Perhaps it seemed like common sense to not start a relationship with your academic rival, but even geniuses can have their faults. Aurelia found herself constantly butting heads with another member of her program. However, Aurelia continued to noticeably come out on top. The two began dating in their Junior year before an eventual proposal came the year after they graduated.

Aurelia had always made it very clear that she wanted to be near her brother, her best friend and confidant. The newlyweds made the decision to return to her hometown of New York City as they studied for their respective graduate programs.

Things changed again for her when the first positive pregnancy test came into view. The pregnancy had not been planned, but this did not mean that the parents to be were not excited. When Aurelia told her husband he was overjoyed. At that time, she truly believed that her life could not have gotten better.

Stella Lorelai Norton was born just a couple weeks shy of Aurelia's thirtieth birthday. She was taking an exam to gain her doctorate the moment her water broke.

Stella's first few years were quite blissful. It seemed that Aurelia and her husband were able to find a balance between work, raising their daughter and keeping their own marriage healthy and happy. At least, that was what Aurelia believed.

Aurelia and her husband had opened up a practice together in Brooklyn, living in a home not too far away due to their love for art and culture being just outside their doorstep.

However, everything changed when Aurelia received a call from their receptionist on the landline when she was home with Stella. It turns out, she had been sleeping with Aurelia's husband since shortly after Stella was born. The child was three at the time. And she had intended for Aurelia to hear every word of the phone call.

When her husband returned home, he was met with a shaking wife. Afraid that her daughter would hear, she quietly announced that she was leaving him and taking Stella with her.

Her now ex-husband pleaded with her to stay, pleaded with her to not break up their perfect family, even it had been his actions that caused the shattering of their marriage.

Her ex had turned downright deceitful by the time the fight for custody began, trying to throw every wrench he could into her happiness. However, Aurelia received full custody of Stella.

The woman ached for a chance to start over, so much so that she did so more than she likes to admit. Thus came a need to see the world, the restlessness consuming her more than she cares to admit. During this time she and Stella move on several different locations.

During this time she moved around she wrote two separate books, both that have been acclaimed sources for psychology research.

After the realization she was keeping her child from putting down roots, Aurelia made the decision to make a permanent decision when it came to her residence. She bought a rustic property in Notting Hill that she takes continues to nurture to this day.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

While Aurelia often felt restless, the property she lives in now puts her at ease. She lives on a property with a sprawling fields for her daughter and her friends to run and play. One of her favorite places is the back porch overlooking her backyard, seated on her porch swing.

She currently owns and operates her own practice that is about a five minute drive from her home and is seeing a good amount of success due to her book sales.

Stella is on the verge of turning nine years old and is a joy to be around. She is bright, humorous and intelligent beyond belief.

Aurelia has a very professional sense of dressing, but her casual wear is often made up of long dresses, well-loved jeans and sweaters.

Also moved to Notting Hill because she believed that she and Stella would benefit from being close to her brother.

more to come.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

TBD.

[moregaythanyourealized]

The Mayor

Part 3

“We start this evenings broadcast with shocking news from town hall. This morning at roughly 8:30 our dear Mayor was killed by none other than Doc Ock. Luckily for us though he is behind bars thanks to the efforts of Y/n L/n, who is now being sworn into office.” The camera showed the procedure and Y/n in a new outfit. A blue dress that fir her quite well. Otto couldn’t stand it. He had only been in prison for a few hours and he already hated his life more than before. He was drugged up and his machine felt much heavier than it used to, he had next to no control of his body. His only way to see the world was through a small grainy TV that was posted in the corner of his cell.

His cell was incomprehensibly unfitting for a man such as himself. An old bed that left a crick in his neck. A toilet which he thankfully hadn’t needed to use yet. And a small table in the corner with the even smaller TV. The walls of his cell were unbreakable. Some material he didn’t know the name of surrounded the outside of it. He could chip at the concrete but the outside wouldn’t budge. Somehow he was sure you had funded the building of this cell. Just to spite him. The TV showed you suddenly and his attention was drawn back,

“It was terrifying to be in the clutches of such a lunatic. I did what anyone would do, if only I could’ve done more to save our dear Mr Thomas. May he rest in peace.” What a load of shit, he thought. You had fooled the people just like you had fooled him,

“What will happen to Doc Ock?” Y/n brushed her hair out of her face and looked directly into the camera,

“After I visit him tomorrow, he’ll be getting what he deserves. I demand justice for the death of Mayor Thomas.” People clapped in the background and Otto shut off the TV trying to get some sleep. He dreamed of you and this morning. He dreamed of how he wished it went.

The rain pouring down over the both of you as he held you close. You’d look up at him and pull him in close kissing him softly and thanking him for saving the city. For saving you. His hands would wrap around your waist and he’d carry you back to your apartment and you two would dry off and have a romantic dinner together. Sharing your plans for the future of New York....

He awoke with a start. Some guard yelling at him to get up. Groaning he lifted himself from the bed and walked sluggishly towards the door. A series of clicks and other strange noises come from the other side of the wall before the door swung open. Being handcuffed yet again he was led to a glass enclosure. This is miserable, he thought. They’re treating me like an animal. He was sealed inside the glass and felt cool air conditioning by his feet. A large vent blowing freezing air and making the space breathable. It woke him up a bit. The effects of whatever they injected slowly wearing off. One of his claws knocked on the glass, no damage. He couldn’t just break out either, there were guards all over the entire prison. When the door opened again he scowled. You looked tiny compared to the metal door and waltzed in as if you were an old friend. You wore a long pale pink coat and black gloves finished off with a black ascot. You looked unbearably cute but knew what you really were,

“What do you want L/n?”

“I listen to the people, and they demanded I see you to know you’re reasoning for killing a public figure.” Slamming his fist against the glass he stared you down,

“I did it because you told me to, you crazy bitch.” You nodded in agreement pulling off your gloves gingerly and setting them in your pocket,

“And I did it because you made it easy, if you had been smarter I might’ve avoided you and picked someone else to help me.” His appendages moved like protective snakes behind him.

“Did you come here just to mock me?” You got closer to the glass tilting your head to see his expression he looked distant. It made you a little sad,

“I don’t want you to rot here in prison. Because despite all that I’ve said...” You cleared your throat,

“The greatest thrill and joy I’ve had so far was the short time I worked alongside you.” He met your eyes and did nothing for awhile. Then he just sighed and turned away from you,

“I can’t deal with this right now.” You frowned and stepped back,

“Fine. I understand you don’t exactly like or trust me. But if there’s anything I can do...just let me know.” God! You really were confusing. One minutes you’re kissing, then you have him thrown in jail and now you’re asking about doing him favors? What are you trying to do to this poor mans head?

“Tell the guards to give me some time before they take me back to my cell.”

—————POV CHANGE—————

He hears the door close and looks around before using one of his metal arms to pry the top off the air vent. He wasn’t going to fit through it but he could tear up the floor around it to make him fit. And that’s exactly what he did. While you told the guards to give him time and to treat him better than other prisoners the doctor was wondering through the giant vents. His brain felt sharp and alert again. So did his tentacles, a flicker of red warned him to stop but he wouldn’t, not when he’s gotten this far. Finally he found a vent to a control room. He burst through the ceiling and killed both the guards. He sat at the computer and began typing. Y/n was going to regret this. With a few clicks and the push of a button all cell doors, outside doors, and gates were unlocked. He’ll had been released and so had New York’s greatest super villains. The city would be chaos and with the record for shortest office time ever, Y/n would be kicked out and replaced. Maybe the new shmuck in charge would know how to handle the city. Leaving the room he flew down the halls. His tentacles taking him to the personal belongings room. Searching the drawers he found what he was looking for. Grabbing his jacket and glasses he exited the building (cue epic music). Walking over crowds of anyone from petty thefts to fellow evil doers he stepped into the freshly fallen snow. It was around noon, by nightfall this place would be a wreck. He saw your car leave the parking lot. His tentacles took over, the flashing red now bright and constant. One grabbed the car while another ripped the door off. He heard your screaming from inside and did nothing to hide the joy spreading across his face. Your face paled when you saw who had wrecked your car and you pushed yourself as far away as you could. He got closer to the car and looked in the gaping hole on the side. You were shaking against the door on the opposite side. A limb reached in and wrapped around her neck. She closed her eyes expecting the worst. But the machine only untied her ascot from her neck and tied it around her mouth. She tried to scream again but it was muffled by the gag. Then ripping leather from the interior of the car it was tied tightly around her wrists and ankles. Pulling her into the cold air she shook her head,

“I think it’s time Brooklyn sees the type of leader you really are. Let’s have some fun.” His voice was different now. Dark and clever. The wreckage of downtown broke your heart. Historical buildings destroyed or burned down. Hundreds of not thousands of criminals on the streets. Between the speed you were going at and the ice in your eyes they all looked like blurs. The wind stopped whipping at your face, you couldn’t see what was behind you but you could tell where you were. The bank, of course. It was hard to process everything. Eventually you stopped trying and just laid across his shoulder. Setting you down he demanded the bank teller open all the safes,

“If you don’t, I’ll break every bone in her body. One by one. When I’m done she’ll be so deformed her own mother won’t recognize her.” The teller scrambled with the keys and began unlocking everything. He laughed and began bagging what looked the most valuable,

“I hope you know this is very much your fault.” He smiled at you. The sinking in your stomach only went deeper. When he finished he picked you up once more like a rag doll and exited the building. Crushing the ceiling on the way out,

“Where shall we go? The city is ours.” He said nothing but got a devious glint in his eyes before taking you back through downtown. He stopped in front of your apartment. How did he know where you lived? When you entered the building it was like a ghost town. No employees or lobby boys. Only the distant sounds of chaos and the ding of the elevator as you ride it up to the top floor. Thankfully he didn’t know which exact apartment belonged to you. He set you down and you pointed to a door near the end of the hall. He didn’t bother to pick you back up or untie your feet so you could walk. He just dragged you behind him along the carpet while he talked about the design of the building. He stopped in front of your door. His human hands found their way to your waist. You tried to wiggle away from him but he reached down. You sighed when you realized he was only getting the keycard from your pocket.

You apartment was cold. He set you on the couch and began trying to light a fire in your fireplace,

“You have a lovely place, sure know how to use the tax payers money huh?” He let his jacket fall to the floor, revealing his bare chest. He must’ve been cold outside without a shirt on. He was out of sight and into your kitchen. He came back with a bottle of wine and a large glass. He left your hands tied but undid the restraints around your ankles and mouth. Taking a deep breath in you went to yell at him. Before you could you were pulled into his lap. Switching the TV on he shushed you and ran a hand down your back making you shiver,

“Is it the end times? Citizens of New York are wondering what is happening? Mere hours after Mayor L/n is elected the city falls into destruction. On her trip to visit Doc Ock it’s believed he escaped and freed the other prisoners. Riots, fires, building destroyed and collapsed in what’s possibly New York’s worst day yet.” The camera switched to different people getting interviewed,

“It’s terrible! I’m afraid to leave my home!”

“I knew we shouldn’t have elected a woman.”

“I heard she was working with the Doctor the entire time!” Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t reach the remote, and if you tried to get up he’d just pull you right back down. Guilt was the main emotion, but you felt some resentment as well. These people knew nothing! You were tricked... kinda, not really. But you never intended for this mess to happen. Karma had finally caught up with you. The people on the news kept taking and talking. You couldn’t take it anymore,

“Turn it off! Please!” Otto shrugged and changed the channel to a hockey game,

“Is all the pressure getting to you, Mayor?” His hand was resting on your thigh while the other held his wine glass. You wanted desperately to shower and go to bed. To wake up in a different dimension where nothing ever happened. The room became unbearably hot. You weren’t sure wether it was the fireplace or the guilt (or maybe something else),

“Could you untie my hands please? I’d like to get out of my coat.” You got off his lap and stuck your hands out for him to untie,

“Last time I trusted you, you and me thrown in jail. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“I’m not asking you to trust me, I’m asking you to untie my hands.” He stood up and began slowly uniting them. He watched you intensely as you took your coat off. Turning away from his gaze you walked into your bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You were a strong powerful leader who was going to get out of this mess....somehow.

[spider-pxrkers]

we can’t || peter parker x female reader

summary: after years of being in love, you and peter learn you can’t have children.

requested: yes

warnings: angst, mentions of character death, mentions of endgame spoilers, character unable to conceive.

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Peter would never forget the first time he met you. He’d been late to a college lecture, one he could not afford to miss. He ran through campus, his hands trying to shove whatever papers he could into the bag slung over his shoulder. His feet moved him as fast as he could through the large doors of one of college buildings, making a sharp turn to the right before he felt himself smack into a figure in front of him.

 On instinct, his arms immediately wrapped themselves around the figure’s frame, making sure they didn’t fall. When he looked up, his eyes met hers, merely inches from his own face.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl began, untangling herself from him. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I-“

Peter smiled softly to himself, a chuckle escaping. “No, it’s alright. My fault really.” He grinned at her flustered state, all thoughts of the class he was supposed to attend gone. “I’m Peter.” He extended the hand not grabbing his bag out to her.

The girl took a deep breath to calm herself before looking down at the boy’s hand, her lips tugging into a smile before reaching forward and shaking it. “Y/N.”

  The months following that day consisted of you and Peter getting to know each other more and more. What began as innocent study dates at coffee shops turned to lovely dinner dates at every local pizza place in the city and eventually into what you called love.

After the two of you graduated university, you moved in together in a small apartment in Queens. It was tiny, but it was home. You spent years together, and Peter spent every day wondering how he got so lucky. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. He confided in you about being Spiderman and opened up to you about every trauma he’d ever experienced since. Similarly, you found yourself telling him things you’d never told anyone. Your friends never failed to remind you both that you were each other’s soul mates.

  Peter never knew the exact moment he knew he wanted to marry Y/N. It was more a combination of a series of events preceding your moving in together. It was a bit of that one night he played your favorite song during dinner and he saw the way your face lit up and you sang along to the song. It was a bit of the time you found Peter broken down on the floor on the day of Tony’s death anniversary, and though you didn’t know the man yourself, you knew exactly what to say to cheer your boyfriend up.

You both were perfect together, when you got married you used all your savings to by a bigger house near Brooklyn, ready to start a family with the man you loved. You both didn’t know anyone you’d rather be with and take this step with.

A couple months after the wedding, you began trying. You and Peter found yourselves together any moment of the day you weren’t working for months. You bought pregnancy test after pregnancy test, your heart breaking a little every time those two lines didn’t show up, and breaking even more after seeing Peter’s grinning face fall when you told him you weren’t pregnant.

 It was one September evening where Peter was working late. You sat on the kitchen counter overlooking the window with your phone lying on the surface in front of you. You stared at, desperately awaiting the call from the fertility clinic. As the soft evening breeze blew you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

The house was empty. You needed kids. Peter talked about starting a family within the first year of your relationship. To have any chances of that thrown away now would break him completely.

You jumped slighting as your phone vibrated. Your hand shook as you reached to pick it up, recognizing the clinic’s number. You slide to answer and held it to your ear. You bit your lip as the doctor spoke to you, their words slow and gentle as they greeted you and your heart sunk, there’s only one reason someone’s that nice upon greeting, when they have something bad to say.

Your body shook that night as you sat on the floor in your bedroom. You hugged your knees to your chest as sobs and screams escaped your mouth. You heard the front door open downstairs and Peter’s familiar footsteps enter the house. Your heart broke when you heard him approach your room as you realized you’d have to break the news to him.

 “Y/N?” Peter called out as walked through the front door. His eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t reply. He gently closed the door behind him before making his way down the hall. Upon noticing the sound of crying, he panicked, quickening his pace to the bedroom, throwing the door open and seeing you on the floor. When you looked up at him, he noticed tears streaming down your face and you face red and puffy. His face softened as he placed the flowers he’d bought for you on the dresser and making his way over to you. He crouched before your shaking frame and pulled you into a soft embrace.

“We-we can’t-“, you words escaped between sobs before he shushed you.

“I know, I know.” He whispered pressing a kiss to your head. “It’s okay. I know.” He knew the clinic was going to call today, he figured by your crying that it was true. His own tears escaped his eyes and as he pulled you closer, rocking you both. “It’ll be okay.”

The next few days were hard. Conversation between you and Peter was minimal. You felt guilty for not being able to have kids, as if it were your fault. He continuously assured you there’s nothing you could’ve done about it but you couldn’t help it. He tried his best to make you feel better, from making breakfast for you every morning to playing your favorite movie on a particularly harder nights. He once even tried giving you a brochure for an adoption center which only ended up with you crying even more and locking yourself in your bedroom the entire night, refusing to let him in.

 He didn’t know if things would ever get better.

One rainy night however, something changed in you. You stood in the balcony with warm cup of tea Peter had made of you grasped in your hands while you overlooked the street below you. Your eyes wandered through the cars driving home from work before landing on a couple walking. Between them was a little girl in little rain boots as she jumped on every puddle she could, wetting her laughing parents next to her. The sight made you smile softly as you turned to look inside at Peter laying on your bed, a book perched between his hands as all his focus was in his book.

You loved him.

You made your way over inside, setting your mug on your bedside table before laying down next to him. “I love you.” You mumbled as you snuggled into his side.

He looked down at you, moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your head. “I love you too.”

Things were far from being okay, but you knew you both would get through this. Just because you couldn’t have kids didn’t mean you couldn’t start a family. You had each other, and you were going to get through this.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2075

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

As Promised, here’s Chapter 6. I really enjoyed writing this one, heck I even laughed at one bit XD Also I’d like to thank you all for supporting my work so far, It really means the world to me that people are enjoying my work. As always Enjoy! :)

-Third Person POV

The minutes turned to hours, the hours turned into days, concern over the young girl was increasing day by day. Every single day Bucky and Steve were there, telling her how their days went and what was happening in the world all while holding y/ns hand, each day the boys watched her progress, the memory of her skin slowly regaining its colour giving them a new sense of hope.

Day by day the boys stayed as long as they could, only leaving when Mr and Mrs Barnes appeared at the door to bring them home, each time Mrs Barnes placed a small kiss on the young girl’s head before leaving. All of them taking the opportunity to show small sings of affection towards the girl, hoping that it gave her the strength to recover.

Later that night, when everyone was in bed and resting, a sharp ring disturbed the silence surrounding the house, half asleep Mr Barnes answered the phone, a wide smile appeared on his face as the news the family had been waiting for all week arrived.  Quickly the parents rushed to the boys, the pair sharing a smile as they frantically ran around the room to get ready, a few tears of happiness sliding down their faces. A huge sense of relief flowed through Bucky’s veins, all the guilt he felt throughout the week lessened, at least now he knew that he didn’t cause y/n’s death.

-Back at the Hospital

Readers POV

My eyes felt like they’d been welded shut and my head was poundin’ like nobody’s business, what the hell happened to me? Finally, I managed to open my eyes and I was immediately blinded by the bright lights shining in my goddamn face, can I not catch a break for once in my life?! A loud groan accidently slid past my lips, why is it every time I wake up some part of my body is aching? You’d think I was a pro wrestler or somethin’!

I gazed around the room, distant voices could be heard from the corridor, hang on where the hell am I? the room was decorated plain white, with a few pictures hanging on the wall and a small sofa was tucked into the back corner. Another door, presumably for the bathroom, was to the right of the window, the curtains were drawn but the steady tapping on the other side told me it was raining. What a way to come back into reality, absolutely chucking it down with rain, my dumbass soon realised that the nurses might not know I was awake, which is kind of important information.

Slowly I raised myself up, the ache on my midriff increasing much to my displeasure, as I slowly moved my legs off the edge of the bed, both were shaking with the effort of holding my body up and I hoped to god that I didn’t land on my ass anytime soon. Hang on, that might be becoming a very bad habit of mine, I’m gonna need to work on that later… finally my legs stopped shaking, taking VERY cautious steps I started making my way to the door. You’d think walking 5 feet would be easy, wouldn’t you? apparently not.

After about 3 minutes of moving like a bloody snail, I could finally reach the door handle, now for the hard part… turning the door handle, a high-pitched squeak met my ears as the door slowly flung open, the voices outside my room stopped and foot steps came towards my room. Two nurses came around the corner and stopped when the spotted me, a few seconds passed before I started to feel awkward, so I decided to wave at them to try and break the tension. Which in hindsight was one of the dumbest things I could have done in that moment, but it did seem to break them outta their trance, they both came towards me and started fussing over me, “Miss you shouldn’t have gotten out of bed! Why didn’t you just press the call button on the bed side table? how long have you been awake?” There was a bloody call button?! For the love of god!

“I woke up about 5 minutes ago, I’m sorry but could you tell me what happened to me? All I remember is fainting near the bank” The nurses shared a look, both of them ignored my question for the moment and focused on getting me into the bed and calling for the doctor, they gave me strict instructions not to move till the doctor arrived. Well, at least I know I’m in a hospital but what the hell did I do to land in here in the first place? All I remember is getting ready for the war and setting up in the dinner before it all went wrong. Shooting happened, I was taken hostage, shooting happened again, Alexi punched me and broke my nose, I was held at ransom before till I got bored and ran outta the line of fire, Bucky and Steve were pinned behind a wall, I fought with a մոխրագույն օրխիդ and got shot…wait a second…

I’M GONNA KILL THOSE IDIOTS!

I got bloody shot! How the hell did I forget that?! It’s not like I stubbed my toe, an actual bullet went inside me! Oh god are Bucky and Steve okay?! Where are they? Did they get hurt? My mind was going crazy with worry, I hoped to god that this bloody doctor got here soon, or I’d be out of here looking for those pair of numpties! A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts as a team of doctors and nurses filled the room, a few carried important looking equipment with them, a man with a clipboard approached me with a reassuring smile.

“Good Evening Miss y/n, my names Doctor Miller, you’ve been unconscious for a week or so, due to a gunshot wound to your midriff, the bullet shattered on impact and we had to operate to stop any internal bleeding. Now don’t worry too much about that, it’s in the past and there’s no lasting damage done, but we’re going to have to keep you in the hospital for one more night to monitor your vitals but after that you’ll be free to go. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Okay, all I heard was “unconscious for a week” and “no lasting damage”, I really hope that I don’t smell too bad, my pride’s been damaged enough for one week.

“Dr. Miller, do you know what happened to the two boys that were with me at the bank? Did they get hurt at all?” I could hear the fear in my voice, I dreaded the answer and prayed to god that nothing happened to them. He took a moment to reply, my worry increasing by the second, “No, none of the boys got hurt, but I can’t say the same for some of the members of the Црни лабуд, some were killed during the fight and a few passed away in their sleep. I believe that someone called Damien is still alive though, he gave a statement that completely cleared your name in court today”

What? I can’t believe it, why would he do that? One by one everyone started to leave the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don’t understand it at all, why would Damien go out of his way to protect me? All that’d of done was increase his jail time for human trafficking. It doesn’t make sense…

-Time Skip

At some point I fell asleep, the sound of faint whispering disturbed me from my sleep as I slowly opened my eyes, sat next to me was Bucky’s mother, his father stood behind her as they both offered me a gentle smile. A few tears slid down Mrs Barnes cheeks when she realised I was fully awake, her arms immediately enveloped me into a warm hug, “Oh my Goodness sweetheart, please don’t ever scare me like that again, I was so worried about you” I didn’t reply to her, instead I chose to hug her tighter as confusion began to cloud my mind. Why would she be worried about me? Me? Other people would have been over joyed at the news of me being shot.

Slowly she pulled away from me, choosing to look me in the eyes as carefully stroked my cheek, inspecting the few bruises littered on my face, a small sniffle grabbed my attention as I turned away from her, my eyes glanced over in the direction of the sound. There stood in the corner of the room were the boys, both of their eyes red and puffy as they cautiously made their way towards me, none of us said anything when they reached my side. My eyes scanned over Steve checking for any injuries and damage before I pulled him into a hug, his body tensed up in shock before he relaxed and returned the embrace.  “I’m so sorry y/n I never wanted you to get hurt, neither of us did we just wanted to help you” even with his voice muffled, I could tell that the poor lad was crying and I couldn’t blame him, bloody Niagara falls was streaming down my cheeks, I pulled away from him and turned to Bucky, he was looking at the floor and completely avoiding my gaze.

Oh, hell no, no sad boys allowed here! Carefully I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers together as I pulled him closer, something inside me hurt when his eyes met mine, they held so much guilt, so much pain and sadness and I hated seeing him like this. No words were exchanged as he wrapped his arms around me, a sigh of relief escaped him, my arms automatically tightened around him when a single tear fell onto my neck. His silent sobs cut me down to my core, behind him Steve stood to the side, his eye meeting mine as I grabbed his hand in reassurance, once Bucky calmed down we both drew back, and I pulled both boys in front of me.  

“I want both of you boys to listen to me, none of this was your fault, this is all on me. I pushed you both away to protect you and I’m sorry for that, I should have been more honest with you, me getting shot has nothing to do with anything either of you did.” My voice was firm and assertive, but of course that didn’t stop either of them trying to argue with me. Not much of a surprise there.

“But we went in the middle of it, we tried to play the hero’s and we ended up being the villains, you should be mad, not forgivin’ our stupid asses” this is probably not the best time to notice this, but Steve just swore for the first time in his life, I couldn’t be prouder! Wait, where was I?

Goddamn it y/n, concentrate for once in your bloody life! “Okay, stop that crap right now Rodgers, none of this had anything to do with you, although I would like to ask the both of what THE HELL YOU WERE THINKING DIVIN’ INTO THE MIDDLE OF A BLOODY GANG WAR?!” it was safe to say that they weren’t excepting that.

It was actually quite funny, Bucky went completely pale and started stuttering while Steve actually jumped up in surprise and fell down, admittedly I felt a bit bad about that bit. Neither of the boys could form a coherent sentence, both completely panicking as they tried to explain the reason behind their complete stupidity. Slowly my eyebrows started to raise as a small smirk made its way onto my face, the pair of them making no sense as Bucky pointed to Steve and said something about justice. I know I shouldn’t be finding this funny, but I couldn’t help it, they were babbling like a bunch of school girls!

Eventually, they both shut up once they noticed me failing to stifle a giggle, their expression turning from ones of panic to amusement, and eventually I couldn’t contain it, “I’m sorry but your faces were bloody brilliant! Oh my god I’m dying” both of the boys rolled their eyes at me, shaking their heads as Bucky’s parents started laughing with me.

Another Chapter down, as always feel free to leave some tips on how I can improve my writing for you all, Requests and tags are open :) Thanks for Reading!

Rose xx

[justjessame]

Starting Over Chapter 3

Ordering the pizza was easier once we got the waiter back from wherever he disappeared to, then Bucky and I managed to NOT fall into too much more awkwardness.  And I didn’t make him wear more beer.  

“You were one of the lost?” He asked, when our disappearing server reappeared with another beer for him and a basket of soft warm breadsticks for us to share.  

He waited for me to take a stick first, such a gentleman. Even if I was stalling, and I sighed as I tore a bit from the end and squashed it between my fingers, feeling like the darkness was clawing to try to pull me back.  “Yeah,” I looked at the bite of bread and grimaced, thinking it looked beyond mangled, but it was my own damn fault, so I bit into it.  Luckily mangling it didn’t destroy the flavor.  Buttery with a hint of garlic, I let the familiarity push the Snap away.  “So were you,” he’d taken a bite straight from his stick, and he chewed as he nodded.  “When I got back -” I stopped, I hadn’t really talked about it, not with anyone outside of the group therapy that all the returned had been talked into going to at first.  I looked down at the breadstick in my hand, mirroring Bucky I took my own bite from the end that I’d torn the first bite from.  Chewing as carefully as I’d stalled before, I considered why I was willing to talk to him.  A stranger.  Maybe that was it, because he was a complete stranger.  

“As a stipulation of my pardon,” our eyes met and he took a long pull from the green bottle he held in his gloved hand.  “I have to do mandated therapy,” his lips quirked as he set down the bottle.  “Psych-evaluations, to be more -” he took a long breath through his nose.  “It’s a small price to pay to be home.”  

“Is it?”  The question barely left my mouth when our food arrived.  The pizza nearly filled our table, one of the reasons Romeo’s was a favorite, and once the waiter had it perched on the stand, the shakers of cheese and flakes of red pepper near at hand, he backed away after I shook my head at his offer to serve the first slices.  “I hope you remember the proper way to eat a slice, Buck.”  His eyes flashed to mine, and I grinned.  “Brooklyn born and bred, right?”  

We were back on the sidewalk with more leftovers between us than either of us expected, given how much we’d eaten.  Romeo’s didn’t skimp on the portions, another reason they were a favorite of mine.  I was preparing to say goodnight, but Bucky stopped me.

“Which way?”  I stared up at him, ready to argue, but something inside of me beat that urge down.  Tilting my head in the direction we’d come from, we started off, with him taking my half of the leftovers.  “I know you can take care of yourself, Brooke.”  

“I know you’re telling me that you think I can,” I murmured, walking beside him, on the side that I’d bumped into.  “I think that you and I both know that there are definitely things that I can’t take care of myself against, so thank you for walking me home, Bucky.”  

I could see the curve of his smile in the streetlamps, and it was worth it.  Letting go of my pride, at least a little.  

“We were interrupted,” we had a walk ahead of us, and Bucky seemed more than happy to chat.  “Earlier when the pizza came,” he clarified, as if I didn’t remember.  “You went to group therapy when you got back?”  

I focused on the sidewalk, lit in the glow of the streetlights, halos that almost hopscotched from lamp to lamp.  “Yeah,” I thought back to when I returned, not the immediate, but the days afterward.  How everyone was concerned with how I’d take the changes, but also the sameness.  And how, in the end, I would have to find my own way regardless.  “It was like we were all pinged or something.  I’d been in my room, when it happened.”  I was reading, how lame, reading and thinking about nothing at all of importance.  “So I came back in my room.”  Alone.  In an empty house, my parents gone, and all their belongings gone.  Luckily, the house wasn’t sold, and my best friend had ‘just known that I’d come home eventually’.  “I was lucky, I guess.”  

“Do you -” I knew what he was going to ask, it was what EVERYONE asked, from the first person outside of my best friend and close circle, to the doctors who wanted to poke and prod at us.  “I mean -”

“It’s different for you,” I stopped under a streetlight.  “You’ve looked like THIS since 1945, right?”  He was staring down at me, but didn’t say anything.  “I came back looking exactly like I did when I left five years ago.  My parents died while I was gone.”  His eyes tightened, but I went on, like ripping off a bandage.  “It was an accident, and it was quick, so they told me.  They mourned me and my friends grieved my loss, well, aside from the one who kept my house and inheritance ‘just in case’.”  I shrugged.  “I’m a reminder, Bucky.  Of five years ago, when a mad being came to Earth and decided to - I don’t even know what.”  I shook my head.  “It’s easier to start over, isn’t it?”  

“So you’re just giving up on everything you knew?” His head tilted and I was again reminded of a confused puppy.  “How’s that going?”  

I snorted, unladylike and undignified, but warranted.  Kicking the sidewalk, I started moving in the direction of my house again.  “I’ll let you know when I figure it out, how about that?”  

Bucky walked me ALL the way to my door.  Onto my porch, opening my screen door, and waiting while I unlocked the door, under the light of the porch light that I’d left on like a street smart Brooklynite girl should.  Once my door was open, I turned and noticed that he’d backed off, almost to the top step. 

“Are you afraid of open doorways?”  I squinted at him.  “I mean, I’ve heard of all sorts of phobias, but that one might be a new one for me.”  I bit my lip as he held out my leftover box for me to take.  

“I just wouldn’t want to presume,” he was back to awkward Bucky Barnes and I was dying inside at the very idea.  “We just met.”  

I nodded and took the top box from his hand.  “Right, I mean, we just met and had dinner, and shared intimate details about our mental health issues while walking through Brooklyn in the pitch dark.  I’d hate for either of us to assume that we were more than complete -”  I swear I was going to add a cracked rib to the bruise I’d gotten from walking into his arm.  

He was staring at me with something that looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh WITH me or possibly boop my nose very hard.  “You really are JUST like him.”  

“Who?”  I tilted my head, waiting.  

“Steve,” he shook his head and huffed out a laugh.  “But you’re cuter.”  I snorted again, and his laugh grew.  “See, there it is.  I swear.”  

“I don’t know whether to be complimented by the fact you just compared me to Captain America and your best friend, or insulted since he’s a dude.”  I moved back to the closed screen door and shook my head.  “Are you SURE you don’t want to come inside?”  Bucky was looking so damn conflicted that I waited for a few beats before I gave another go.  “Would it help if I promised to treat you EXACTLY like Steve would?  Or would that make it weirder?”  

Bucky’s eyes were twinkling as he followed me into the house, his laughter a sound that I hoped I could hear more often.  Because while I’d seen it in the flickering images in the Smithsonian, the sound was so much more than they could ever have hoped to capture.

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Worth the Risk, Part 10

Rating: Mature(18+only)

Word Count: 1581

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Summary: It’s the 1940s, Army pilot and Captain Poe Dameron is flying on missions for the United States Army in Europe.  After being shot down off the coast of France, Poe wakes up in an Army hospital in England, to find you, a nurse, taking care of him. Throughout the process of his recovery, Poe finds himself falling for you, and even though you, for the most part, maintain a professional relationship with him–you’re falling for him as well. Both of you know the risks of falling in love during a war, but then again, both of you have never cared much for being cautious.

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June 7, 1944

Dear Mrs.Wexley, 

By the time you read this letter, I am sure the Army has dispatched a Chaplin to your house to inform you of Temmin’s passing. Your husband was the best friend any man could ask for and I miss him, dearly, already even though he has only been gone for a few hours. Everyone keeps telling me that I did what I could, that it was amazing I even got my plane back to the base in the first place. The fact is, I could have done more, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. You and your daughter deserved to welcome Temmin home from the war with open arms, not in a casket. I’ve been told it is not my fault but I will bare the burden of the guilt for the rest of my life, whether it ends tomorrow or ends decades from now. I only hope that you can forgive me for the loss of your husband. As his commanding officer, it was my responsibility to keep him and the others safe. I failed him, I failed you and your daughter. 

Temmin gave me a letter just before our mission to Normandy. He wanted you to have something incase he didn’t make it back. I hope that his words give you comfort during this time of grief.

With my deepest condolences,

Captain Dameron

----

Poe gripped the edge of the sink in the officer’s barracks. It had been a month since that fateful flight over Normandy, since Snap had died. There had been other flights since then, other losses, but losing the man he considered his best friend was still hitting him the hardest. 

Splashing some cold water on his cleanly shaven face, Poe reached for a towel and tried to wipe the exhaustion away. He dressed in his uniform quickly and proceeded to check on his plane. After Snap’s death, as well as the radio operator, Poe and Arana had been flying in fighter planes. Their C-47 had been badly damaged and scraped for parts. The mechanics had been awed that Poe had even managed to get the plane back to England. 

He liked flying in the fighter; it was faster, he felt more alive and free in that plane. Your picture was still taped to the panels, his constant reminder as to why he was fighting in this damn war. Poe was thankful your unit had moved to Normandy with them, even if he went days between seeing you. The Allies aggressive push into France was costly--wounded were coming in daily, some days worse than others. Which was why he was pleasantly surprised to see you standing near his fighter that morning. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” Poe said, grinning at you.

“Hello, handsome,” you replied, returning his smile.

Poe felt his heart swell with love for you when the ring around your neck caught the sunlight and shimmered. You had tried to give it back to him after D-Day; he’d refused. He wanted you to have it. Once this war was over he was going to buy you a proper engagement ring and properly propose to you--asking your father’s permission and all--but for now, his mother’s wedding band having a home around your neck was enough of a promise for him. 

You caught him looking at the ring and instantly felt a blush spread across your cheeks. You knew what the ring symbolized for him--Iolo had given you a drunken history on it a few nights ago--but even before Arana’s colorful interpretation, you knew how special this ring was to Poe. It made your heart happy that he felt you were special enough to keep it. 

His hands reached for your waist and he drew you to him, placing his lips upon yours in a soft, sweet kiss. “This is a welcomed surprise this morning. I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

Gently you adjusted his uniform. “Doctor Skywalker thinks I work too hard; he wanted me to take a few hours to myself. I’ve trained my nurses well; I trust that they’ll take care of my patients.”

“I like this Doctor Skywalker way more than Doctor Hux.”

“Me too.”

“Lucky for you, I’m not scheduled for any missions today.”

“So, we can spend some time together?”

Poe took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. He laced his fingers through yours and began to lead you away from the airfield. It was very rare that both of you had free time and he wanted to make the most of it, even if it was just taking a walk down to the nearby town and grabbing some coffee. Being with you eased the pain of Snap’s passing and the guilt Poe felt surrounding his friend’s death. 

You know how hard it had been for Poe, not being able to escort Snap’s body home, to attend his funeral. His death had deeply affected him and you worried about how much more Poe would be able to take. Spending time in town helped you forget for a little while that there was a war around you. The people were grateful that the Allies had liberated them and many of them were very kind to you. Having coffee at a bistro made your life almost feel normal again.

He paid for your coffee and the muffin you wanted for breakfast; you noticed the older woman behind the counter look at him approvingly and then winked at you when Poe wasn’t looking. You laughed silently and followed him to a small table. Immediately, your senses were overtaken by the smell of freshly brewed French coffee and Poe’s spicy cologne. 

As you ate your muffin and sipped your coffee, Poe kept his free hand on your knee, gently stroking it while you talked. He loved touching you in any manner, whether it was when you were alone in your room and he was making your body sing with pleasure, or when you were out in public, where he could caress you with soft, affectionate touches. 

“Does your dad like coffee?” you asked, breaking Poe’s intense thinking.

“Kes Dameron bleeds coffee,” Poe said with a laugh.

“I can’t wait to meet him. Do you think... do you think he’ll like me?”

“He’s going to love you, darling.”

Sighing, you smiled. “I hope so.”

Poe lifted his hand from your knee and grasped your chin, pulling you towards him for a kiss. “I know he will, Y/N. How could he not love you?”

You were sure you could think up some answers, but looking at your watch you realized that you had to get back. The town doctor had been murdered by the Nazis during the occupation--you’d put some bits and pieces together as to why throughout your stay here and it always sent shivers down your spine when you thought about it. Because there was no town doctor, you and a couple of the other nurses accompanied Doctor Skywalker on visits to the townspeople that needed medical care. “I have to go--we have house calls to make.”

He frowned and looked at his own watch. “Yeah, I have a briefing with Major Antilles--Iolo will probably kill me if I’m late again.” 

“Then we don’t want you to be late.”

“You’re right; we don’t.”

Poe took you by the hand once again and led you back to base. He hated that your morning together was going to end. He walked you all the way back to the hospital, kissed you one last time like he wasn’t going to see you for days--which was a very real possibility.

Leaning into his kiss, you wished that you had more time to find a private place but there wasn’t any time. The jeep that was taking you, Doctor Skywalker, and the other two nurses to the house calls was already waiting for you. Leaving a lingering kiss on his lips, you stepped back and went to get into the jeep. 

He stood there watching it go until he could no longer see it. Poe let out a heavy sigh and turned about to go to his meeting. After all, the war wasn’t going to stop just because you wanted to spend more time together. 

-----

By mid-afternoon you had already made several visits. 

There were still a few more to go when Doctor Skywalker realized that you were not going to have enough supplies to finish the calls. You volunteered to head back to the base to get them and one of the soldiers that had come with you for protection offered to drive you back.

You had been enjoying the lovely countryside while you drove along, chatting with the young man at the wheel. He was from Brooklyn, the oldest son of six, and he missed his family. He was mid-sentence when a single shot rang out...

....blood spattered over the windshield and your face as the bullet took the driver out, killing him. The jeep served violently and tipped over into a ditch and you screamed, terrified that this was the last thing you were ever going to see.

Unimaginable pain shot through you entire body and just before you blacked out, you saw the scuffed boots of a man approaching the wrecked jeep. The final prayer you had as you slipped into unconsciousness was that this man was not the Nazi sniper coming to finish you off.

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When COVID-19 shut down production last March, it especially hit hard for NBC’s New Amsterdam. The show not only films at several real-life hospitals, including Bellevue Hospital in Manhattan, Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn and Metropolitan Hospital in Harlem, but it also had a pandemic storyline planned. Of course, not the coronavirus specifically.

“There was so much fear and anxiety at that time around the pandemic, we didn’t want to air an episode where people were getting sick left and right and further scare people,” says series star Ryan Eggold, who plays medical director Dr. Max Goodwin, in this exclusive interview.

But New Amsterdam will touch on the COVID-19 pandemic in its Season 3 premiere. It will feature a very powerful montage showing the doctors and nurses at work trying to save lives, working until they are exhausted, showing people getting vaccinated, and then moving into post-pandemic stories.

“Working on a hospital show, post-pandemic, our first responsibility is to tell the stories of the nurses and doctors who have worked so tirelessly to try to keep people safe and healthy,” Eggold continues. “Peter Horton directed that episode. And I think his and [executive producer] David [Schulner]’s intention was to honor the healthcare workers and what they’ve been through and start in that place of, this has been Ground Zero of fighting the pandemic, and it has taken its toll on everybody.”

From there, the story continues with Dr. Vijay Kapour’s (Anupam Kher) life hanging in the balance due to COVID, Dr. Helen Sharpe (Freema Agyeman) unable to touch people as a result of lingering anxieties, Dr. Iggy Frome (Tyler Labine) facing his eating disorder/body issues and Dr. Lauren Bloom (Janet Montgomery) unable to give up her patients to their special-care physicians.

“It’s kind of like that wartime mentality with soldiers coming back and having trouble adjusting to civilian life,” Eggold says. “These doctors were so overwhelmed with patients, not enough beds and trying to keep up. What are the ramifications on their personal life and their psyche? And how do they get back to the new normal?”

Also, viewers will get a long-awaited moment between Max and Helen. Expect some resolution regarding their feelings for each other, despite the fact that Helen has moved on with new head trauma surgeon Dr. Cassian Shin (Daniel Dae Kim).

“I will say that I think Max and Helen have a unique relationship that they are forced to confront this season and figure out what it means for better or for worse, and finally name what has been unspoken for a while,” Eggold adds.

For more scoop on season 3 of New Amsterdam, read more of the interview with Eggold.

How did the New Amsterdam pandemic episode compare to what actually happened?

I haven’t seen that episode because it didn’t air, which is usually how I see them, so I would be curious to know myself. It’s pretty wild. It’s happened to the writers a few times where they’ve written something and then it happens later. But nobody could have predicted COVID was going to happen.

I saw the first two episodes and it feels like a sadder show this year. Will that continue?

No. There’s a lot of humor. I was saying to David, “Is Max getting too broad?” There has been a lot of humor on the show lately, which is nice. I think it’s important to find humor and joy amid a pandemic because we have to remind ourselves what we’re fighting for. The intention is not to make it super heavy and sad, but certainly in the beginning to discuss it; it is a heavy, overwhelming, larger-than-life situation that we’ve all been through.

Max also seems to have lost his “How can I help?” attitude–which is what inspired him to take the job and kept him going when he lost his wife. Will he get that back?

Yeah. I think it’s evolved from how can I help, or how can I fix the system and make it better, to how do we begin again? And how do we build from the ground up because we weren’t prepared for this and it changed a lot of things. I think his perspective has widened in a good way and he will see things differently this season.

What will be the new challenges for Max this season?

One thing is he’s a single dad who is trying to get his hospital through this pandemic. And he has left his daughter Luna with [late wife] Georgia’s parents in an effort to protect her and keep her safe as he is going to the hospital every day. But I think there’s a lot of guilt like, “Am I doing the right thing? Am I being a bad father by not being there? Am I neglecting her?” So, that’s something that he wrestles with.

Then the question of romance. Is there a partner for him to find and is he ready to start a relationship with someone after losing his wife? In the back of his mind, I think it’s something he wants, not only for himself but for his daughter.

(Photo by: Virginia Sherwood/NBC)

There’s a moment where Max realizes that some of his great, crazy ideas aren’t always the right way to do things. Is he growing?

Absolutely. He’s a character who’s full of ambition to change things and to make things better. And he’s very headstrong and optimistic. He’s certainly overly idealistic about how to make those changes happen. The show is about finding out the reality of how that change happens. You have these lofty ideas of, “I want to make everything better, I want to do X, Y and Z,” and you can’t do that overnight, so what does it look like on a daily basis? How does change occur on a systemic level, which is certainly bigger than the individual?

To your point about admitting fault, I think he’s learning that he can’t do this on his own and he can’t change the world overnight and that you need other people. You can’t be a one-man band, so I think he’s going through a lot of change and evolving a lot.

What was it like filming in the hospital in March 2020?

Our last day of filming we were at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn, and it was weird. People were starting to get nervous, “Should we be filming in a hospital?” We didn’t know a lot about it. Is this real? Is this really growing the way people say it’s going to grow? And very quickly, the world changed overnight.

It’s the right decision not to film in the hospital right now, not for our show, but to get out of the way of the hospitals and to let them function to the best of their capacity when there are so many serious things that need to be addressed. And, then for the show, to keep everybody safe, of course. But I hope we can get back to that once this pandemic is behind us because there’s always this wonderful authenticity to be found when we can shoot in those places because you are near the reality of healthcare so it helps you reflect that story.

Did it take New Amsterdam longer to come back because you had to change your filming locations?

We had to build a lot of sets. We had to build a lot of the hospital locations that we use, and we had to add more sets and locations we could film in. Then everybody was just making sure it was safe and making sure we had the practices and protocols in place to do our job, be safe and not put anybody at risk. To everyone’s credit, it feels really safe. We’re tested every day and we have a lot of protocols in place that keep the set running efficiently and safely. It’s a good place to be.

How did you handle the pandemic?

I look back and that was so much time that we had. I feel like I should have written a novel, climbed a mountain, or something. But, no, I slowly went crazy and did all the usual, like slept. I did do a fair amount of writing. I wrote a screenplay, trying to put my brain to work a little bit. I was in denial like, “This will only last a month of weird whatever.” Then a month goes by and you’re like, “I guess it’s still going.” Seven months go by and it was crazy. It was nice to slow down and catch up with family and unplug for a minute. I wish it had been under better circumstances and people’s lives weren’t at risk, but, yeah, there were some positives.

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SUMMARY: Two months after Brooklyn’s birth, your friends and family start to notice that their sunny little world is slowly getting dark.  WORD COUNT: 3281 WARNINGS: Emotional angst, crying, postpartum depression, therapy AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story takes place eight weeks after Brooklyn’s birth, before the last chapter of Unexpected. I’ve never had a baby myself, but I did go through something similar (not as dramatized as this because it’s fiction) with my best friend. I also did a little research and some of the reader’s symptoms come from the Mayo Clinic’ website.

The One Where It Storms

Bucky stepped from his bedroom, eyebrows furrowing. He made his way to the door, grabbing his keys from their resting place, locking the door behind him. He made his way to the apartment next door, sliding the key in the lock and opening the door. 

“Y/N? Honey?”

He poked his head in, concern filling his features when he saw you sitting on the couch. All the lights in the apartment were off, but you were sitting there, elbows on your knees, face in your hands. 

“Hey, what is it?”

You shook your head, lifting it so Bucky could see your red, swollen face. The tears streaming down your cheeks matched the cries he could hear coming from the nursery, the whole reason he came over in the first place, and he walked over, kneeling in front of you. 

You shook your head again, barely able to speak through your tears. 

“She won’t stop. I’ve tried everything and she—“

You sobbed as you reached out, grabbing hold of his arms. Bucky nodded, maneuvering out of your hold to take you in his arms. 

“It’s okay. Just breathe.” “I can’t. Every day, she just cries and I can’t make her stop.”

Bucky shushed you, gently rocking you back and forth. You put your face in his shoulder and he held you, glancing towards the bedroom when the baby’s cries got louder. 

“Hey, let me go see if I can calm her down, okay?”

You nodded, and he stood up from the couch, watching you lay down on your side, curling up in a ball. Bucky swallowed as he walked into the nursery, over to the crib where a red-faced baby girl continued to scream. 

“Hey, Brookie. Hey, baby girl. What’s all this fussing about? Huh?”

He reached into the crib and picked her up, holding her against his chest where she could feel his heartbeat. Almost immediately, she calmed down, little shuddering breaths the only evidence she was upset. Bucky glanced towards the living room as he began rhythmically patting the baby’s back, letting out a sigh. 

Pepper walked the baby around her kitchen as Bucky and Tony sat at the table. Christine walked in without knocking, setting her purse on the counter and walking to Pepper. She laid a hand on Brooklyn’s back, a soft smile coming to her lips. 

“I came as fast as I could. What’s going on?”

Bucky held his hands on his coffee cup. 

“I’m worried about Y/N.” “Worried how?”

He shook his head, leaning back in his chair. 

“I’m not a doctor, certainly not a shrink, but …”

He lifted his head and met Christine’s eyes. 

“I listened to Brook cry for twenty minutes through the wall. And when I finally walked over there, Y/N was sitting on the couch and she … she was crying as hard as Brook was.”

Christine shook her head. 

“Having a newborn is tough. We knew that. We knew we’d need to help her—“ “We have helped her, Chris. Brook’s two months old.”

Christine looked to Tony and shook her head again. 

“So she had a bad day. It’s to be expected. She may still have hormones trying to level out—“ “I went over there yesterday.”

They looked to Pepper, who sighed as she moved the baby to her other shoulder. 

“I took care of Brook while Y/N slept. I’m not … I’m not bashing her, not trying to say anything at all other than …”

She lifted her head, tears in her blue eyes as she looked to her husband. 

“I think she needs help.”

Christine sank into a chair, shaking her head. 

“She was fine. She was happy. She told Steve to go back to work, that nothing was wrong.” “And maybe it wasn’t. But now …”

Bucky looked to Pepper, standing up and walking over to her, easily taking the baby from her arms, cuddling her close. 

“I didn’t know who I needed to help more. Brook, because she was crying so loud, or Y/N, because she was crying so hard.”

Tony stood up and walked to Pepper, taking her in his arms, kissing her forehead. Christine pushed a hand through her hair. 

“Where’s Y/N now?” “Her apartment.”

Christine looked to Bucky, who shrugged his shoulders as he patted the baby’s back. 

“I told her I was going to bring Brook over here and she didn’t even acknowledge me.”

Christine nodded, swallowing hard. She looked over to Pepper and tried to smile. 

“Let’s go see her.”

You were lying on your back on the couch when Pepper and Christine walked in. You didn’t make a move to go to them, and they exchanged a look as they walked to the living room. Pepper sat beside you on the couch and Christine sat on the floor. Neither one of them said a word until you broke the silence. 

“I’m a bad mother.”

Christine shook her head. 

“No, you’re not.”

You nodded, continuing to stare at the ceiling. 

“I am. I can’t make my own baby stop crying.��� “Babies cry, Y/N.” “Not all the time. She’ll start crying, so I pick her up. But she just screams, so I put her back down. But she doesn’t want to be put down. I try to feed her, change her diaper. Nothing helps. Steve will come home and she’s smiling. So happy to see him. But I …”

Tears leaked from your eyes, slipping down your cheeks and wetting your hair. You closed your eyes and Pepper and Christine exchanged a look. Christine swallowed, speaking softly. 

“Honey. How do you feel?”

You sniffled, shaking your head without opening your eyes. 

“Awful. I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep. Steve sleeps all night and I just watch him. If the baby starts crying, he’ll get up and calm her down, then come back to bed. If I get up, I just end up crying with her.”

You shook your head again, opening your eyes. 

“I feel like I can’t focus on anything. The other day, I went to make the baby a bottle and I stood there with the frozen milk pack for half an hour.”

You blew out a breath, closing your eyes again, laying your hands on your stomach. 

“It was so much easier when I was pregnant. I knew she was safe and I knew I was being a good mom because I was taking care of her. And now, I … I’m going to mess her up and she’s barely had a life.”

Christine covered her mouth with a hand and Pepper hung her head. You gave a deep exhale, keeping your eyes closed when the door opened. 

“Hey … everyone.”

Steve set his bags down when he walked inside, one eyebrow raising. 

“Is, uh … is everything okay?”

Christine shared a look with Pepper and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“Where’s Brooklyn?”

Pepper motioned with her head. 

“Bucky and Tony have her at my place.”

Steve looked at her, and Christine stood to her feet. 

“Stevie, can I talk to you?”

He nodded, and Christine laid a hand on his shoulder as she walked into the hall. He followed her, and she leaned around him, shutting the door to the apartment. 

“Chris, what the hell’s going on?”

She sighed, pushing a hand through her hair. 

“Honey, we’re worried about Y/N.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“What are you talking about? She’s fine.” “No, she … she’s not.”

Steve shook his head and Christine sighed again. 

“Bucky went over today because he could hear the baby crying through the wall. And when he walked in, Y/N was crying on the couch.” “Brook just gets worked up sometimes. It can be overwhelming.” “Brook was in her crib.”

Steve just stared at her and she went on. 

“Same thing happened when Pepper came over yesterday.”

Steve swallowed, shaking his head. 

“So … so, what? I need to get a nanny or something?” “No, Steve … I think Y/N needs some help.” “Like a nanny?” “Like a shrink.”

Christine closed her eyes as Steve turned to see Bucky standing near Pepper and Tony’s door, the baby in his arms. Steve walked over to him and took the baby, kissing her cheeks and the top of her head before settling her on his shoulder. 

“Y/N doesn’t need a shrink. She just … maybe I can take some time off and help out more.”

Christine shook her head. 

“It’s not that, Steve.” “Look, I appreciate the concern, but it’s really—“ “Steve.”

He glanced over his shoulder at Bucky, who sighed. 

“She needs more help than we can give her, man.” “Oh, and you’re suddenly a postpartum expert?”

Bucky held up his hands and Christine shook her head. 

“Don’t get mad at Bucky.”

Steve looked to her and Christine shook her head. 

“You’re not to blame here, Steve. It’s not your fault. It’s not something you did or didn’t do. It’s not Y/N’s fault. It’s definitely not Brooklyn’s fault. It just happens sometimes.”

Steve closed his eyes, hand resting on the baby. Christine smiled, walking over and gently rubbing the baby’s head. 

“She thinks she’s not a good mom. She thinks she’s already messing Brook up. She can’t sleep. But … she won't even say her name, Steve. She just calls her ‘the baby.’” “What do I do, Chris?”

Steve met her eyes, his full of sadness and on the brink of tears. 

“Do you think she’ll hurt herself?”

Christine shook her head. 

“I don’t think so, but … this isn’t something that will just go away. This isn’t something we can dance around and pretend not to notice.”

Steve looked up, letting out a breath. Christine laid her hand on the baby’s back and smiled at him. 

“Let us take Brook and you go talk to her.”

Steve sighed, nodding his head. He kissed Brooklyn’s cheeks again, handing her to Christine and kissing the top of her head. He blew out another breath and stepped into the apartment. Pepper stood up from the couch and walked to him, and Steve spoke under his breath. 

“Chris and Buck took the baby back to your place.” “I’ll go make sure they don’t corrupt her too much.”

Steve tried to smile, but met her eyes. 

“If … could you keep her tonight?” “Of course.”

Pepper went on her toes to kiss his cheek, gripping his shoulder. When the door closed behind her, Steve sighed, toeing his shoes off and walking to the couch. 

“Hey, baby.”

You didn’t move to look at him and he closed his eyes as he sat on the couch, taking your feet in his hands and gently rubbing them. After a moment, your quiet voice broke the silence. 

“I’m sorry.”

Steve glanced towards your face. 

“Sorry for what?”

You sniffled, tears leaking from your eyes. 

“For being a bad mom.”

Steve closed his eyes. 

“You’re not a bad mom.” “I am. I can’t take care of our baby. She just cries and I can’t make her stop and it’s my fault.”

Steve moved to slide his hands under you, lifting you to a sitting position, sliding you into his lap. For the first time, he noticed how frail you seemed. He wrapped his arms around you, closing his eyes when he felt your tears dampen his shirt. 

“You’re not a bad mom.”

You didn’t answer, just shook your head. Steve tightened his hold on you while you cried, until you spoke softly. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I can’t bond with her, Steve. It was so easy at first and now …”

You shook your head, closing your eyes and pushing out of his hold. 

“Maybe you should just take her and leave me here by myself.” “Y/N.” “Seriously. She’d be better off without me than with me for a mother.”

Steve let his arms fall, just staring as you moved to sit on the edge of the couch, putting your face in your hands as you cried. He swallowed, moving to surround you, looping his arms around you, through your own arms. You moved your hands to grip his arms and he kissed your temple. 

“You listen to me. I’m not going anywhere. Brook’s not going anywhere. There is no one else in this world that could love her the way you do.”

You sobbed, and he leaned his head against yours until you’d calmed a bit. You gave a shaky breath, still holding onto his thick arms. 

“I’m not okay, Steve.” “I know, baby.” “I don’t know what to do.” “Don’t even worry about it. Let me take care of it.”

You nodded, leaning further into him. 

“What are you going to do?” “Make a few calls. Find someone who can help you.” “You need to go to work.” “I’ve got a phone in my office, babe.”

You closed your eyes. 

“What about the baby?”

Steve swallowed as you shook your head. 

“I can’t take care of her. I’m trying, but it’s not enough and …” “Shh. It’s okay. All of these people around here can pitch in.”

You nodded, letting your head rest on his shoulder as tears leaked from your eyes. 

“I can’t even take care of my own baby, Steve. How can you even look at me?” “Because I adore you. I love you so much, sweetheart. This just might be the worse part of that whole ‘for better or worse’ thing.”

You shook your head, moving it to rest against his. 

“We’re not married, Steve.” “Not yet, sweetheart.”

You gave another, quieter sob. 

“How can you still want to marry me?”

Steve kissed your temple, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I love you, Y/N. Every piece of you. Even the tough stuff.”

You turned to crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him, and Steve held you just as tightly. 

“We’re going to fix this, baby. I promise.”

You sat on a couch, legs bouncing as you tried to ignore your nervousness. You closed your eyes, letting out a breath. Steve was right outside, in the waiting room. Bucky had the baby; he’d taken her to his mom’s house. Winnie loved that little girl. 

“Miss Potts?”

You turned to the doorway, where a man with dark skin and kind eyes had just come. He smiled and held out a hand to you. 

“Sam Wilson.”

You laid a hand in his, giving it a weak shake. He sat in the chair across from you, pulling a yellow legal pad into his lap. He smiled, crossing one ankle over his knee. You put your hands together and he gave you a nod. 

“Tell me about yourself.”

Your eyebrows raised and you spoke. 

“I, uh … I’m Y/N Potts. I’m twenty-nine and I just had a baby.”

Sam nodded, lifting his head when you were quiet. 

“Is that all?” “I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

Sam had that same easy smile on his face. 

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

You blinked, looking down at your shoes. 

“They didn’t tell you?” “No, they did. I want to hear it from you.”

You closed your eyes, swallowing before you spoke again, opening your eyes and keeping them downcast. 

“My friends think I … have postpartum depression.” “And what do you think?”

You lifted your head, meeting his kind eyes, feeling your eyes fill with tears. 

“I think they’re right.” “So why are you here?”

You gave a shaky breath as tears began slipping down your cheeks. 

“Because I need help. I can’t take care of my baby.”

You shook your head. 

“I don’t feel good. I don’t feel like myself and I hate it.”

You hung your head and bit back the sobs you wanted to give. After a moment, you lifted your head to see Sam with a soft smile on his face. 

“Then you have come to the right place. It’s not going to be easy, and you’re probably going to hate me at some points, but I think we can get you feeling better.”

You let out a breath, nodding your head, taking in a shaky breath. Sam nodded back at you. 

“Then let’s get started.”

Steve tapped his thumbs together as he looked over the waiting room. He was the only one in the room, save for the receptionist behind the frosted glass window. He’d tried to look at one of the outdated magazines on the chairs and end tables beside him, but he couldn’t focus. 

He stood up, wiping his hands on his pants and slowly walking to the window. He blew out a shaky breath and pulled his phone out of his pocket. 

“Hello.” “Hey, Buck.”

Bucky laughed softly. 

“We’re doing fine, Dad. Brook’s taking in all the sights and smells of Nana Barnes’ house.”

Steve smiled. 

“I know she’s fine. I don’t worry about her with you.” “Maybe you should. Ma’s already talking about cookies and I swear she stuffed a dollar in the diaper bag.”

Steve gave a quiet laugh. After a moment, Bucky spoke again. 

“How you holding up?” “Not well. I want to be in there with her, but I know she needs to do this on her own. But goddamn it, I’m about to lose my fucking mind in this waiting room.” “Breathe, Steve.”

He hung his head, huffing out a breath. 

“Tony researched and did his magic. Sam Wilson’s the best out there. It’s a miracle we even got her an appointment.” “Another part of Tony’s magic.” “Right. But this is going to be the hardest part, Steve. And we knew that.”

Steve nodded. 

“I know. And if he prescribes some medicine, it may take it a long time to start working.”

Steve ran a hand down his face and Bucky gave a soft laugh. 

“Stop Googling shit, professor. You know WebMD only tells you the worst.”

Steve gave a laugh and nodded. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I just … I want my girl back, Buck. I want her to feel better again.” “I know, buddy. We want her back, too. We just got to hang in there for a little bit longer.”

Steve nodded, closing his eyes. 

“Where’s Brook?”

He listened to the rustling through the phone for a moment, hearing Bucky gather the baby into his arms, keeping his eyes closed when Bucky spoke again. 

“She’s right here, Dad. Big, pretty eyes looking around. She likes the ceiling fan.”

Steve smiled. 

“What’cha think, baby girl? You like Nana’s house?”

Brooklyn made a sweet cooing noise that made Steve’s smile widen. Bucky gave a quiet laugh. 

“Yeah, she likes it here. Nana’s going to try to keep her, but I’m not going to let her. No way.”

Steve blinked his eyes open. 

“She’s lucky you have you, Buck.” “Nah, I’m the lucky one. Sweet little Brooklyn James.”

Steve pushed a hand through his hair. 

“Tell her I love her.” “Trust me, she knows. You smother us with it. Doesn’t he, little blue eyes? Yes, he does.”

Steve gave a laugh, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, it’s a character flaw.” “We forgive you.”

Steve glanced back at the still-closed door and sighed. He closed his eyes, resting his head on his hand. 

“We’re going to get through this … right?” “Yeah, Steve. We’re going to get through this. All of us are right here with you.”

Steve couldn’t speak through the lump in his throat, so he just nodded. Bucky seemed to know that, and he picked up the conversation, talking about nothing in particular, lulling Brooklyn to sleep with his gentle voice while soothing Steve’s racing mind. 

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[imagine-avengers]

Biker Part Five- Bucky Barnes Series

5/10 This is part five of my Biker Bucky series. The previous parts can be found on my masterlist, as will the other parts once they come out!

Elizabeth spent another week avoiding both Steve and Bucky, having found a job at a small doctor’s office in town. Peggy had called to tell her that both men were upset that she wasn’t speaking to them, but Elizabeth brushed it off. It wasn’t until almost a full two weeks later that Elizabeth had to go see them.

It was early on a Friday evening, Elizabeth had been at work when she received a phone call from sister-in-law, Delilah. The call had been about Steve and Sam showing up at Adam’s job demanding a payment when he said he didn’t have money; they broke his arm. Elizabeth left work early and drove over to the bar.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Elizabeth shouted walking in. “Did you not heed my warning? Did you think I was kidding?” She moved towards the bar where Bucky and Steve were sitting talking to Nat. The whole bar stopped talking and turned to look at her. “You went after my brother, after I specifically told you NO! Are you daft?”

“Lizzie,” Steve started as Bucky took a drink of his whisky.

“Do not Steven.” She pointed at him before resting her hands against her hips that were covered by her scrubs. “His debt to you, is being taken over by me. You stay the fuck away from my family.” She stated before pulling a wad of cash out of her purse. “Ten grand, I’ll get you the other thirty. You go anywhere near him or my sister-in-law, or my niece and nephew again, I’ll personally have your dicks chopped off.” Elizabeth’s eyes landed on Bucky. “This,” Pointing between herself and Bucky. “whatever it was, or could have been, is over.” She stated before she shook her head and headed towards the door before stopping and glancing back at Steve. “Oh, and you can be sure to tell Peggy that you are the reason she lost her best friend.” Elizabeth stated before shoving the truck keys into Clint’s hand as he was coming in. “We’re all done. You’ll get your money.” Turning, Elizabeth left the bar and hailed a cab home.

A month went by, Elizabeth had been calling her brother and checking in with him. Every day she walked out of her home, she’d glance down and would notice Peggy standing at the edge of the driveway whilst getting her children into the car for school, she’d wave, and Elizabeth would just turn and head to work. It took another month before Elizabeth was able to have some money back into her bank account, after emptying her account for Steve and Bucky. Having enough to pay her bills she took the rest over to the bar.

“Another payment.” She stated walking in and towards Natasha, the only member of the Howling Commandos that she was talking to.

“Liz, you know if you asked Bucky, he’d clear your debt.”

“Not my debt.” She stated. “He won’t clear it, and James can go fuck himself, as can Steven, and Sam, and Clint, and just about everyone else in this damn club, alright?” She stated dropping a few grand onto the counter. “Let them know I’ll be back in a few weeks with more.” She told her before heading back towards the door.

“Your brother brought this upon himself!” Natasha called from behind her which caused her to stop and not turn back to her friend.

“Yeah and they should have told him no.” She stated.

“Bucky never would have told your brother no.” Natasha stated as Elizabeth headed back towards the bar.

“James and Steven both knew that they should have told him no. I loved both Steve and Bucky, more than anything but neither of them even thought to ask me my opinion on giving him money. I didn’t want my family involved in this world.” She told her friend as she fell on to a bar stool. “And if Bucky would wipe a debt for me then he would have for my brother, except for the fact that Adam didn’t go to Bucky, he went to Steve, therefore,”

“It’s Steve’s debt, not Bucky’s.” Sam stated coming up next to Elizabeth.

“Sam, get the fuck away from me before I do something I seriously regret.”

“Sweets, be kind, you’re in my place of business.” Bucky’s voice came from the back office.

“Your place of business is a piece of shit.” Elizabeth spoke glancing towards him.

“Order a drink, cool down?” Bucky suggested as Elizabeth laughed.

“With what money, Barnes? All my money that I don’t spend on bills or groceries, goes straight to you.” Bucky rolled his eyes and nodded at Nat, whom poured a drink.

“On the house, maybe be a little more kind to my men?” Bucky asked moving from the doorway and behind the bar himself.

“Your men who beat up the brother of the women you claimed to love?” She asked rhetorically. “I don’t want your charity, keep the drink.” Elizabeth pushed the alcohol towards the man and stood off the seat again.

“Orders are orders.” Bucky stated as Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, orders given by your best friend to beat up my brother for money you knew damn well he’d never be able to pay you back. For fucks sake, he has a family that he already struggles to support.” She stated. “I’m not doing this again, James. We’ve had this argument multiple times. Let Steve know I’ll be back with another payment.” Elizabeth sighed as she ran a hand through her hair before leaving the bar.

Over the next couple of days Elizabeth spent time crunching numbers trying to figure out the quickest way to pay back Steve and Bucky and the only thing she could figure out was to sell the house. A house that they had issues selling in the past. Calling her relator, they found a potential buyer quickly and within the next week, Elizabeth was able to get the sixty grand that they had wanted for the house but now needed somewhere to live.

Walking into the bar Elizabeth moved towards where Wanda was bartending. Glancing around the bar she noticed it was busy on this Friday night. Steve and Bucky were nowhere to be seen. Sam and Clint were both stationed at the back, playing pool together, Thor was laughing in the back of the bar with his brother Loki and Pietro Maximoff.

“Barnes or Rogers here?” She asked leaning against the bar, her leather jacket showcasing the same old tattoo on her wrist.

“They’re out at the moment, you’re welcome to wait.” She stated sliding a drink towards her. Elizabeth fell into the seat and thanked Wanda for her drink.

“Of course they’re out.” She mumbled holding the vodka she had. “You know how long until they’re back?” She asked.

“Sadly I don’t, they had a meeting in the Queens warehouse.” Wanda said before moving towards where there was a man waiting for a drink. Elizabeth spent hours sitting in the bar waiting for both men to show up. It wasn’t until around ten that both men walked in, Steve and Bucky noticed immediately that she had been sitting at the bar.

“You here for a reason Smith?” Steve asked walking behind the bar and grabbing a beer for himself and Bucky. Elizabeth looked at both men before dropping an envelope on the table. “What’s this?” Steve asked as Bucky opened the envelope.

“Where the hell did you get this money?” Bucky asked closing the envelope.

“Sold the house. We’re squared up.” Elizabeth stated as she stood from her chair. “Little less than twenty in there.” She told them. “I’ll see you later Wanda.” Elizabeth glanced back at both Steve and Bucky. “You have your money,”

“You sold the house?” Steve asked as Elizabeth shrugged. “Why would you do that Lizzie?”

“We had a debt to pay back, didn’t exactly have a choice.” She stated backing towards the door. “The Smiths, we’re done with our debt, we’re done with you guys.” She stated before turning and heading out of the bar. Elizabeth knew that Bucky was following her, but she couldn’t be bothered to stop and talk to him.

“Hey, hey,” Bucky grabbed her arm. “You sold your house? Where are you supposed to live?” He asked as Elizabeth stopped and turned to him.

“I had no choice James, you guys left me with no choice and yeah, it’s not just your guys fault, it’s Adam’s too.” Elizabeth shifted on her feet. “I don’t know where I’m going to live, didn’t really have time to think about that. Everything happened fast. I’ll figure it out.”

“Liz, you know you can stay with me,” Elizabeth held her hand up.

“Stop. I am not going to live with you. I just stated I was done with all of you, that included me and you.” Bucky’s eyes glanced down to the tattoo on her wrist. “Yeah, I’m getting it covered eventually.” She told him. “You guys screwed me over, unintentionally, but it still happened James. I have to think about my family. I’ll move in with Adam if I need to, he got me into this mess.”

“He lives in Manhattan, I specifically said not to leave Brooklyn.”

“And I’ll have no choice James, I don’t have anywhere to live.”

“I already offered,”

“Yes, and I already told you why I am not moving in with you.” Elizabeth glanced down at her feet. “You ruined any chances of us getting back together.” She spoke softly. “I can’t be with you, not after everything that’s happened, not after you guys went after my brother. I have to go.”

“Let me give you a ride, I don’t want you taking a cab this late.” Elizabeth thought for a moment before nodding.

Bucky drove Elizabeth home before he showed up in Manhattan at Adam’s house. Both men talked and Bucky was able to get the name of the relator and found out whom exactly bought the house. The next day he contacted the buyer and paid them almost twice the amount of what they bought the house for and was able to get the deed back. Around six that night Bucky showed up at Elizabeth’s home.

“What are you doing here James?” Elizabeth asked leaning against the doorframe. “I’m in the middle of packing.”

“Don’t pack.” He stated. “This is your house.” Bucky handed her the deed. “Don’t you ever sell this house to make up for a debt that I would have paid off had you asked.” He leaned towards her. “Do you understand me?”

“Buck, you didn’t, you didn’t have to do this.” She softly spoke. “I can’t accept this,” She stared at the deed in her hands.

“Elizabeth, this house, is yours. Don’t worry about it. Consider it a gift to make up for being an ass, and maybe for Steve being an ass.”

“James, you can’t do this. For fucks sake.” Elizabeth sighed rubbing her forehead. “Why do you constantly have to save the day?” She asked looking down at the deed in her hands. “I’m going to pay rent; how much do you want?” She asked looking back up at the blue-eyed man.

“No rent Liz.” Bucky shook his head. “You stay here for free, when we call, you come. Simple as that.” He shrugged as Elizabeth shifted on her feet slightly as Bucky handed her the keys to the truck which he had pulled his bike out of the back of. “Truck’s yours too.”

“So, I’m back in debt? Fantastic.” Sarcasm laced her voice as she spoke.

“No debt, you’re just on payroll now.” Bucky stated backing away. “But the deal still stands, you don’t leave Brooklyn. And I quit your job for you, you won’t need it.” Bucky said turning and headed to his bike, Elizabeth following behind him.

“Buck.” Elizabeth grabbed his arm causing him to turn towards her. “Thank you.” She said softly. “Honestly Buck. I’ll uh, see you later.” She said backing back towards the house.

Only a few hours later Elizabeth had gotten a call from Clint telling her to come in. With a groan she changed from her pajamas and made her way to the bar. Upon entering, the bar was in full swing, music blasting from the speakers, patrons spread all around.

“Back room.” Natasha stated from the bar as she noticed Elizabeth walking in with her medical bag.

“How bad?” She asked reaching behind the bar and grabbing a bottle of vodka. “When you put in the order can you order a lot of pure alcohol and peroxide?” She asked.

“Three injured needing stitches.” Natasha said before nodding. “Yeah, write a list of supplies you need, and I’ll have them by the end of the week.” Elizabeth nodded and held up the vodka.

“Thanks Nat.” She smiled before moving towards the back room where Thor was standing.

“Elizabeth.” Thor greeted as he opened the door that led to the back room that opened to two more offices, one being Steve’s and the other Bucky’s. Both offices were open, and the small conference room in front of their office’s had a full eight-seater table where Steve, Bucky, Sam, Tony Stark, James Rhodes and T'Challa Urdaku, all sat. Bucky had a long cut down his right arm that was bleeding.

“Fucksake Bucky, put pressure on that.” She mumbled looking towards Sam whom had a few bruises on his face, along with a bleeding cut on his cheek. “Wilson, pressure on that wound.” She looked towards the other men before her eyes fell on Tony whom had a few bruises littering his face and arms, but her main concern was the stab wound on his side. “What did you boys get into?” She shook her head and set her bag down. “Stark, shirt off.” All men refused to look at her as she began nursing Tony, handing him the Vodka to drink as she began to stitch his side. Once he was stitched, she turned to Bucky, but he waved her towards Sam.

“Worry about Wilson, I’ve had worse.” Bucky stated as Elizabeth groaned.

“We’re having a nice long talk afterwards Barnes.” She stated as she handed Sam the vodka. “Drink, this isn’t gonna be painless.” She stated before he even took a sip, Elizabeth already began cleaning the cut and then stitching him up.  She looked up at Steve whilst she cleaned Sam’s face. “You and I are nowhere near good Steven, clean up those cuts.” She told him before going back to stitching up Sam. “Rhodes, Stark, T’Challa, go home before you witness James getting his ass kicked.” She didn’t leave room for argument before looking towards Steve. “Rogers, why don’t you inform me as to why Barnes is currently bleeding all over this beautiful table.” Her eyes looked towards Bucky quickly before finishing Steve up. “Mr. Stark, rest, clean that wound and have Banner take the stitching out in two weeks.” She stated before the three men left. “Sam, clean the wound daily, I’ll take the stitching out in two weeks.” She motioned him to leave before turning to Bucky.

“We had an altercation with Hydra.” Steve stated as Elizabeth handed Bucky the vodka. Bucky drank it quickly as Elizabeth applied a little cream to his bruising before taking care of the deep gash on his arm.

“Fucking hell Buck, this is worse than both Sam and Tony.” She complained as Bucky hissed in pain.

“I’m fine.”

“Bucky, you got stabbed, you’re not fine. Steve, go clean your bruises okay?” Steve nodded and did as told. “Sam, go home and rest.” Sam left, seeing as Elizabeth wouldn’t look up at Bucky. “You’re going to get yourself killed Buck.” She mumbled. “I saw you like four hours ago, and you’ve already gotten stabbed.”

“I’m alright Lizzie.” Bucky told her as he touched her arm once she finished stitching his wound. Elizabeth’s eyes went up to meet his.

“You can’t keep doing this to me Buck.” She touched his cheek where a bruise was, her eyes searching his whilst his did the same before both pressed their lips hastily together. It didn’t take long for the two to end up naked on the couch in Bucky’s office.

Bucky and Elizabeth had ended up having sex that night in Bucky’s office. Both had quietly gotten dressed, neither talking until they were both fully dressed. Elizabeth had finished pulling her hoodie over her head before turning back to Bucky.

“So, we just had sex.” Elizabeth spoke as Bucky finished pulling on his leather jacket.

“That we did.” He stated looking at her whilst she tied her hair up above her head. Elizabeth stepped towards him.

“I tried to stay away Buck.” She said with a sigh before resting her hands gently against his chest. “But somehow you always manage to pull me back in.” Elizabeth teased as Bucky laughed before resting his hands-on Elizabeth’s hips.

“You never could stay away sweets.” Bucky teased back before glancing at the clock. “Come on, let’s get you home, it’s late.” He pressed a kiss against her lips before pulling away. Elizabeth allowed Bucky to pull her into the bar, that was still in full swing. He stopped once they passed by Steve whom sat at the bar talking to Natasha. “Headed out.”

“You clean your office?” Steve didn’t turn to look at them. “Because I am not cleaning it, and neither is anyone else Buck.” Steve glanced at the two, a shit-eating grin adorning his face. “I’d say you both should clean it, but I know how that would end.” Steve stated.

“Shut up punk.” Bucky pushed him slightly with a grin. “See you tomorrow.” Bucky stated leading Elizabeth out of the bar and began walking towards the truck but stopped once Elizabeth took hold of his arm. “Lizzie?”

“Can we take your bike?” She asked motioning towards the bike sitting next to the door.

“It’s late Liz, I’d feel better if we took the truck.” He stated touching Elizabeth’s hand as she pouted.

“Fine. But tomorrow you’re taking me out on that bike.” She stated walking towards the truck.

“Whatever you want sweets.” Bucky followed behind her, opening the passenger door for her before climbing into the driver side himself.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (02x12)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 2 Episode 11: Far From Home

Season Finale

Warnings: dirty thoughts, a little fluff, good parenting, monsters and men. I am sorry but I am not sorry.

Word Count: I really wanna just leave everything and go live with the monks in the mountains if they allow me to take my laptop with me so I can keep writing.

A/N: Nearly forgot to mention the wonderful @marvel-lous-things for her original creativity that inspired the sam-bucky dialogue. I’ll link the original post here. I also did add some Brooklyn Nine Nine scene in there because I WANT TO AND I CAN!! I MISS B99!

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"Why do you have to be so hard?"

Peter, Javier('s camera), Wanda, Vision and you turned your heads towards a very heated Sam trying to walk out of the elevator with Bucky, their bulked up biceps fighting each other to get out of the elevator together, telling the other to go first, but going at it together, eventually looking at the other with a murderous stare. Finally, Sam rushed out before Bucky.

"It's not my fault if you cannot handle my weight," Bucky gruntled lowly, forcing you to exchange some very confused looks with Peter, Wanda and Vision. Vision was more curious than confused like the good young baby AI that he was.

"Handle your weight? Dude, do you know how hard it is to handle your ass when you keep shifting like that? Throwin' me off my rhythm."

What started as confusion now turned into the horror of knowing the unknown, forcing your eyes wide.

"Wha-" Peter tried to ask you in a whisper, but you were already covering his ears, making him look at you questioningly. "You know I'm eighteen, right?"

"I throw you off your rhythm?" Bucky jolted back slightly. "It's you who's always wiggling under me and throwing me off balance!"

"Of course I gotta wiggle, man!" Sam burst out, "you dig your fingers in me so hard! I can't just freeze there when you get rough!"

Now you were covering your ears while all Peter could whisper was, "no, you know what, cover my ears. I liked it better that way. Please. I beg you."

"I only do that because you push us too high, okay!" Bucky argued, compelling you to hide your head inside the couch. Peter just sat there frozen in shock, his eyeballs on the verge of coming out. "You clearly still have no idea how to ride because you're too used to doing it solo."

You whimpered. Peter managed to blink. Hard.

Vision was simply staring at the two of them.

Wanda went by normally shuffling the Uno cards.

"Fine, then I'll go back to solo," Sam raised his hands.

"What, no!" Bucky begged, "I like it! Please, next time I'll won't dig my fingers so hard."

"And no biting."

"It was one time! The first time! I was scared of the freaking high!"

"You bit my shoulder! I said no biting."

"Okay. Okay!"

"All right."

A shake of the hand wrapped around the other's arm sealed the deal before the party looked at the crowd sitting on the lounge floor.

"'Sup," Sam casually greeted the four of you. Bucky just simply waved.

Red . You and Peter were red from your ears to your neck.

You got up, your hands trying to find some sort of support to hold you through everything you were going inside you right now, before ultimately folding them together.

"I'm glad you guys reached a common ground," you pointed out with a forced smile that nearly made your eyes disappear, "but there's um...a bedroom for a reason. Please, think about it before...you know, you guys argue again."

Saying that, you left the lounge, whispering, "Now how the heck do I bleach my memory?"

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Peter announced, getting up and taking your hand to walk out.

"Where are you guys going?" Bucky asked.

"Dr Banner's lab," Peter stated rubbing his arms, "to find out how we can destroy brain cells?"

"But doesn't that affect other functions too?"

"It would be worth it."

Sam and Bucky exchanged a confused look before turning to the two lovers left behind.

Vision shifted his gaze between your figures disappearing behind the wall while Sam and Bucky, contemplated something before turning to Wanda. "I think they were terrified for some reason."

Wanda : Sam and Bucky were talking about their plans to fly. Well, Sam doing the flying while Bucky hangs on his back. Stark showed me the whole carrier thing he made for them. *nods* *sighs* Yeah, Y/N and Peter can't read thoughts now can they. *eyes go wide in some latent thought* That girl has such a graphic memory! She could already imagine everything within seconds. *scrunches nose* in 4K! *shudders*

The Lab

"Pass me that blue vial," Banner murmured near the glass, the camera taking his face shot from the other side of the glass- zooming out to focus on a thin glass-like structure being held by a pair of tongs right in the middle of that vacuumed glass cube.

Long white slender fingers pressed a glass vial filled with the blue liquid right to Bruce's nose, making the scientist jolt a little before looking at the bearer of the hands, sighing, and taking it in his gloved hands.

The lab goggles were adjusted again before the vial was placed in another set of tongs and introduced inside the controlled environment.

This time, behind the glass besides Bruce, Loki showed his face, looking at that thin glass strand with utmost curiosity.

"What forces are you conjuring this time, doctor?"

Bruce shushed him, concentrating on the solution.

"Alright," he got away from the cube to clear his throat, "Friday, take the exact amount right to the very last millimetre and pour the N.A.T. on the compound."

Loki was on the edge of his toes now.

Loki : It is only once in a fortnight that these excuses of humans do something partly entertaining. I wouldn't want to miss it when Banner has another mishap and morphs himself into a rabbit this time. *gazing in the distance fondly* Maybe a purple one. *smiles*

"In three, two..."

Loki was quickly shifting his gaze between the experiment and Bruce. "Oh for the sake of Valhalla! Just do it already!"

"One!"

Flashes and sparks flew the moment the liquid touched the compound, making the two cover their eyes till they were sure the blazes died.

"Experiment ninety-nine point nine-nine percent successful, Doctor Banner."

"What's that, a new floor-cleaner?" you commented, walking inside the lab with Peter.

Loki leaned in to watch the outcome of the experiment while Bruce removed his goggles and gloves, too struck by the final product to contemplate your poor jokes.

"That's..." Loki lost his words, following Bruce's hands as they carefully took out an almost translucent and seemingly delicate piece of a flower made of glass- its petals decorated with capillaries running through them, reflecting softly on their own wavelengths, dancing gracefully, twirling and shifting with the lights falling on them.

"A flower," Loki grumbled.

You and Peter, on the other hand, were gasping out loud- clearly mesmerised by the outcome.

"How did you do that Doctor Banner?!" you exclaimed, not able to contain your excitement.

"Just used the geometric structures of certain compounds to make a piece of art for me," Bruce cajoled, clearly both impressed and shocked with himself.

Loki snorted, catching your attention. "And here I was thinking you were finally making some use of that brain of yours Banner."

"Come on, Loki," you stressed, "this is practically art out of science. Appreciate it. And," you turned around to look at Bruce, wiggling your shoulders as you spoke, "I'm guessing it's for someone special."

Bruce blushed straightaway!

"Uhh..." he tried to hide behind his hands while adjusting his glasses, "It's her birthday. I-I-I asked her when's her birthday once and she told me she didn't remember her real one. Just that today is the date she thinks is her birthday. So, I thought I'd do something special for her."

"Ugh, kill me," Loki complained, stomping- very graciously, his shoulders moving with an angry swing under that dark green t-shirt he was wearing- to the other end of the lab.

You, on the other hand, squealed with utter delight, jumping where you stood. "This is fantastic, Bruce!"

"Thanks!" Bruce glowed, smiling ear to ear. "And do you know it's pretty sturdy. Almost indestructible. And at the same time really delicate."

Bruce : *twirling the flower in his hand with the most tender smile* Just like her. *smiles again* *pauses* *camera pans in his anxious face* Shit, don't tell her I said that.

The camera caught Loki still rolling his eyes at the entire conversation at the other end, bonking the little bobblehead of Hulk kept on Bruce's desk.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I should bake her some of my molten chocolate cupcakes!"

This caught the God's attention.

"Yes," he declared out of nowhere, composing himself, "that would be a great gesture."

"Oh, but we're out of ingredients. I finished the last batch when Cassie came over," you pointed.

"Well, take one of the cars to the nearest grocery store," Bruce stated matter-of-factly.

Your lips turned into an 'o' before shaking your head. "I can't do that."

"Why not?" Bruce questioned, "I'm sure Tony won't mind."

"Won't mind what?"

The camera swerved to the lab's entrance to watch Tony saunter in.

"Taking one of your cars so she can get the ingredients to make cupcakes for Nat's birthday," Peter answered.

"For everyone," Loki added from his corner.

Tony looked at you and shrugged, "Sure. I don't mind. But I don't want even a single scratch on my cars. Otherwise, Friday can order some for you."

You stood there quiet while everyone looked for an answer.

"Yeah, I think Friday should handle that."

"Oh, come on, Tony!" Bruce huffed, "let her go if she wants to go. I'm sure nothing's gonna happen on the most desolate road in this part of the state."

"No, that's-" you tried to speak, only to be cut short by Tony.

"Okay. Not what I was going for but since you started it, the weirdest shit happens on desolate roads, Bruce!"

"Guys, listen-"

"She'll be in her car," Bruce stressed, "stopping at the grocery store, getting the stuff and coming back. Not to mention Friday'll be there looking out for her."

"Okay, doc-"

"I was talking about responsible driving and you just had to take it to another level!"

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!"

Silence.

Neither of the science buddies tried to say something, shifting where they stood.

"Well, that solves everything," Loki's words echoed through the air of embarrassment.

The Driveway

"You really don't have to do this."

The camera captured your very concerned face before panning out to show Tony and Loki standing on your either side while Peter sat by the side with his sunglasses on, sipping on some orange soda through a crazy straw.

Peter : *glasses on as he finishes sipping through his crazy straw* *a good wind playing with his hair* Oh, I know how it's gonna go down. *turns his head to the sound of the engine getting louder* Better than a Formula One.

Thank you, Friday," Tony announced as a black SUV comes and stands in the driveway right next to you. He stepped towards it, clicking open the door and gesturing you to move, "In you go."

But you didn't budge. "Yeah, I don't think so." Shaking your head vigorously.

"Why not?" Tony asked point-blank.

"Uh..." you hesitated, taking the corners of your jacket in your fingers and wringing them, "I...I don't think I'm made for driving."

"Everyone is made for everything. What everyone lacks is practice."

Sounds of clapping broke just as Tony concluded, making everyone turn to watch Loki and Peter applauding his words.

"Not bad, Stark," Loki applauded over the soft wind flapping your hair everywhere.

"But-"

"We're just trying something new here, kid," Tony pointed out, shifting the door wider.

You looked at him and then at the car, your fingers nearly ripping the fabric of your jacket apart before a breath of 'ah, screw it’ left your lips and you climbed in."

Tony put on his glasses and moved to the other side, all the while looking at Peter, "there better not be any crumbs and sticky soda on my driveway."

Peter gave him a thumbs-up as continued munching happily on the chips.

The camera now shifted to the dashboard, catching a good angle of the car's inside from the front.

Tony sat in the passenger seat and shut his door the same time Loki sat in the back and shut his.

"Alright then, let's begi-" he began, before stopping short on catching Loki in the back- leaning forward to hear what all Tony had to say, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know how to drive your modest transport, either," he simply stated.

Tony opened his mouth to say something snarky but you beat him to it.

"Oh, thank God! It sucks being the only adult in the room who does not know how to drive."

Tony looked at you for a moment before settling in his seat. "You can stay but I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Okay, you" he pointed at you with his eyes, "seatbelt."

You quickly let your hands go to your side to bring down the seatbelt and secure it down at the other end. "Now," Tony continued, "look down at the pedals. From your right- gas, brake, clutch. The Gas pedals move the car, the brake will slow it down and bring it to a stop and the clutch will help you shift gears when the speed changes. When the speed goes high on this meter, the gear goes high, When it goes low, we go low. Okay? Try moving the gear and see if it's comfortable. Yes, just like that. Good. See that button with the start/stop sign? Push it when you want to start the car. Yes, you can start it in neutral as well. Once you start the engine you put the gear in drive while pressing down on the clutch. Okay? Wanna try it?"

Your breaths were a little shallow by now. "You sure?" you nearly whimpered.

"Yes, I am. It's okay. I am sitting right here," Tony comforted you.

You looked down at the pedals while your hands gripped hard on the wheels. Taking in one deep breath, you pressed the button and felt the car vibrate a little but never heard the roar of the engine. "Is it broken? I don't think it started-"

"It has a quiet engine," Tony blurted out to stop you from hitting the button again and again.

Making an apologetic face, you wiggled in your seat, straightened your back, checked the mirrors for no reason at all and took another deep breath. "Okay, now I press the clutch and change the gear?"

Tony nodded.

All this time Loki rested his hand in his palm, slowly getting tired of the instructions.

Pressing the clutch, you shifted the gear in drive.

"Perfect," Tony praised you, "now let go of the clutch slowly as you lightly put your foot on the gas."

With excitement in your eyes, you nodded and let go of the pedal. And just as you did, the car jerked, throwing Loki ahead.

"I'm so sorry!" you shouted, in Tony and Loki's direction.

"And this is why you wear a seatbelt," Tony followed with a chuckle, looking at the grunting figure of Loki trying to sit back up.

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The Driveway

"Yo," Sam greeted Peter as he came out with Bucky, "got kicked out of the house?"

Peter shook his head, slurping his soda, never shifting in his seat that he was clearly well-adjusted in. "Watching Mr Stark teach Y/N how to drive."

Both Sam and Bucky looked at the SUV in the distance jerking and moving before coming to a stop, starting, jerking and moving ahead, suddenly picking up speed, suddenly screeching to a halt before the whole cycle started again.

"Huh."

Peter pointed to his left without looking. "There are chairs in there."

.

Half an Hour Later

"What're you guys doing in the driveway?"

Peter, Sam and Bucky- all three of them flinched hard at Natasha's voice coming from right next to them.

Bucky : She is sneaky. I don't like sneaky.

*camera pans out to show Sam standing behind Bucky with a plushie, throwing it suddenly from Bucky's left*

Bucky : *immediately tilts to the other side while taking out a knife from nowhere to stab the plushie*

Sam : We talked about this! Assess the f****ng target before going 'stab'! *continues in his angry voice* Congratulations! You just killed a plushie!

"Watching Tony teach Y/N how to drive."

Behind Natasha came the huffing figure of Scott carrying bags on bags in both his hands. They looked at the amount he was carrying compared to the bulk in Natasha's hand.

"No wonder you always keep beating me in training!" Scott huffed and tried to breathe through his words. He dropped the bags and let his body go floomf over them. "You're sooo strong," he heaved, "make me like you, senpai ."

"Get off the bags," she stressed, "you'll break the nachos," before turning to the trio with a stern stare, "you fellas really don't have anything to do?"

"We're supporting Y/N," Peter answered, pointing at the car nearly missing the pavement and skidding while making a turn.

But Nat didn't buy it. "What's the bet for?" She finally asked, forcing the trio to look at each other.

"How much time it takes for Tony to lose his cool," Sam admitted, "I'm going for twenty more minutes. Bucky says Tony's already lost his cool. He's just sitting in there crying. Peter thinks he'll last another hour."

The car turned and came towards where all of them sat. Nat took one step back as the vehicle skidded to a halt right next to Peter, the bumper giving him a little bonk on his knees.

The camera shifted to inside the car with three horrified faces trying to find their breaths.

"I told you," you tried but no voice came out of your throat, "I...told...you."

"Okay," Tony breathed, gulping down the horror but still having his hand wrapped around the grab-handle as tightly as humanly possible, "okay. Um...Loki," he announced, "your...turn?"

.

"You bitch," you hissed, "you said you didn't know how to drive!"

The car swerved by the audience effortlessly as they hooted, whistled and cheered.

Loki veered the steering wheel with such professionalism that you cursed him again.

"I swear I didn't!" Loki chuckled with excitement, "this is just so easy and fun!"

"Eyes on the road, Greeny," Tony ordered, but his eyes too were lit and he clearly wasn't holding the handles now, "now show me how you go through those two bars and then back it up."

Loki did what Tony asked, swerving smoothly through the bars, breaking without throwing anyone in the window and, reversing just as smoothly through them.

"Woah!" Tony heard himself saying, "okay now show me that thing Lighting McQueen does in 'Cars'."

Loki scrunched his nose. "The movie we saw last night?"

"Yup!"

"Brace yourselves!"

And saying that, he hit the gas and showed the crowd how to turn right to go left, making Peter and Tony lose their minds in their rush, while Sam landed a 'hot damn!', Bucky and Scott had their jaws dropped. Natasha was the only one not really phased by it.

Natasha : *nonchalantly* He can drive. *does a little head tilt* Good for him.

The vehicle came to a halt near the entrance and you were the first one to get out.

"Hey, Y/N, you did good!" Sam and Nat tried to cheer you up.

"Yeah," was all you said before turning to walk back in.

"Y/N, kid," Tony called out for you, "come on let's give it another shot."

"No, Mr Stark. I think I'm done for the day."

"But we didn't even go about for even an hour. Let's work on your gear shifting without looking at them."

"I don't think that'll hel-"

"We won't know until we try. Come on let's take anoth-"

"I can't!" You nearly shouted, taking everyone by surprise. "I can't Mr Stark! Driving requires me to focus on everything at once and I made not for that! I get distracted so easily. I can't even drive safely on an empty road inside my own home what makes you think I could possibly handle an entire vehicle on a busy road?! And believe me when I say I've been told time and again to change this 'habit' of mine. Well, I can't." You shrugged forcefully. "I really can't. That's how I freakin' am. So, sorry you have to deal with a f****d up kid like me."

Ending that, you walked inside, leaving everyone mum- discreetly looking at Tony before walking back in. Everyone except Loki.

Tony looked at the God, giving him a once-over. "The hell you looking at me like that?"

Loki just crossed his arms across his chest, shaking his head, "She can't drive. She clearly doesn't have the confidence and would have to take a lot to create the natural focus required. Just wondering what you're going to do now."

Tony furrowed his brows at Loki. "What d'ya mean what I'll do? I'll find a way to help with whatever's required. It's not her fault she can't focus or is easily distracted. I'll find something to help her with that too."

Loki : *looking at an invisible void in the distance* huh. I cannot believe I'm saying this but Stark one hell of a father figure. *Pouring his lips* *scrunching his nose* Is that why all these wayward nuisance of beings choose to live with him? *Looks behind the camera* What? I don't see him as a father figure. All I see him is as a bother figure. Always bothering me any chance he gets.

*camera pans out to show Tony standing beside him leaning on the car*

Tony : Would you like me to take you horse-riding?

Loki :

Tony : *arches his brow and places his head on his fist, watching Loki tenderly*

Loki : *not making eye-contact* *softly* that would be great. Thank you

Tony : *pats him the back and leaves* Good job today.

Loki : *closes eyes* *shakes his head* *moans* Yeah, I already feel weird.

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The Dorms

Tony lightly knocked your door before clicking open a bit and asking if he could come in.

The camera tried to follow him but Tony closed the door behind it, forcing it to go out to the balcony.

He sat down on the edge of your bed looking at the half-finished sketch of a woman.

"You made this?" He turned to ask your figure lying on your stomach with your head towards the footboard.

You nodded.

"Wow!" He whispered with enthusiasm before his eyes caught something in the corner by the window. "Is that a canvas? You've been painting. On a canvas!"

You shrugged. "It's not that hard. Anyways I'm not that good."

"Why do you think that?" He asked as softly as possible. "Have you seen what you create? This is beautiful!"

"This is half-finished."

"Well, it's better than not being created at all!"

You blinked, and a lone tear left your eye to directly vanish in the sheets under you.

"I'm scared," your broken voice declared in a whisper.

"Of what?"

"Of not being able to drive safely. I can hardly focus on what gear to shift while having to quickly judge what pedal to hit. How am I ever supposed to drive when all my senses aren't in the car with me?"

"Hey," he stressed softly, brushing your hair away, "we'll figure it out. And it was just the first day. You already learned which gears are what. And you were really nailing those brakes."

You both giggled.

"There's nothing you cannot do," Tony assured you, his eyes giving you a soft yet stern look, "now stop beating yourself up, get out of these stinky bedsheets and go make sure Peter and Bucky don't burn up my kitchen to figure out your cupcake recipe."

You chortled and Tony looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world right now.

"Wow," Loki's voice came from the opposite corner of the room where he stood with arms crossed ever so casually, "you two really are boring. And cringy."

Tony and you gasped and threw a pillow each at him.

"Get out!" You both said in unison.

.

The Lounge

"You are such a sore loser."

You tilted your head and arched your brows at Loki.

"It wasn't a competition, Loki."

He simply shrugged and popped a grape in his mouth. "Something a loser would say."

"Whatever, man," you muttered, shooing him away as you went towards a very confused Peter hanging down from the ceiling to find out what Bucky was trying to cook.

"Wait." You heard Loki say after you felt a soothing coolness grab your hand lightly, making you turn back to him.

"Hmm?"

"There's-" he looked around to see if anyone was listening- clearly ignoring the camera- before coming back to you, "a thing. I need to learn how to paint. I've heard you're a really good artist. And clearly, I'm not. So, would you help me?"

You : This guy *a smirk lies at the corner of your lips* has the weirdest ways of saying 'I'm sorry, Y/N. I wish I could make your day better'. *nods* *raises shoulders* *bites lips* usually he does.

"Hmm," you pretended to think, "I don't know. Let me just show off my artist skills around a little bit and then I'll start teaching you."

"Oh, you think I'm-I'm trying to make you feel better? Don't make false assumptions, woman!"

"Din meek fils issimtion wimin," you teased him with your scrunched nose, right before Tony walked through the two of you.

"Five-second rule," he announced as your hands parted for Tony to go ahead and he slipped something over Loki's wrist.

"What's this?" Loki looked at the green bracelet that clicked shut over his wrist and did not come undone no matter what he tried.

"Just something to stop you from jumping in rooms unannounced," Tony responded, waving at him as he went away with a happy gait.

"Y/N," Natasha called out from the kitchenette, "you better take over before these boys make something everyone's gonna regret. And no one eats it before midnight!"

“Stark, get me out of this!”

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Outside The Library

You walked with the camera following you out of the library, running right into Loki.

"Hey, have you seen Mr Stark?"

"No," Loki shook his head, "I rarely look at things I find unappealing."

"I made something for Nat, but I want his opinion on it. Come on," you pressed, taking his hand and pushing him away from the library and towards the lab.

"Stark's opinion? I'm sure Gordon Ramsay would be a better choice than him."

"I'm surprised you know who that is."

"Of course, I know who that is. Everyone fears him. I respect that. And he seems to have a cult!"

You sighed and turned the corner. "He has followers, not a cult. Like fans."

"What's the difference?"

"W-" and you found yourself short of an explanation, glad you were already by the lab's doors.

"Let's just concentrate on you making friends first, okay," you said in your best sarcastic tone, swinging open the door to watch Tony in the middle of the lab, going for the very familiar Pandora's box. The thing similar to the one that had teleported you to another planet.

Everything happened at once in front of the camera.

"DAD, NO!"

The small bag you'd been carrying in your hand fell down on the ground as you ran towards Tony. A shriek left your lungs as you forced him away from the familiar light that came out of the box. Loki was already trying to shield Javier behind the camera while trying to get you away from the path. Tony was not aware of what was happening until he was touching the floor.

And the next second everything disappeared.

The cameras in the lab caught Tony on the ground trying to get up, looking for you.

"Y/N?" He shouted out for you.

"Loki!" He commanded, getting up- not so gracefully- on his feet.

"Javier!" He begged, only to see Bruce, Natasha and Peter rush in from the doors.

"They're gone, Mr Stark," Friday's voice echoed through the silence of the lab, as the man tried to count his breaths while the others rushed to help him.

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Unknown Place

The camera was blurry. A few sounds came from a distance before the lens shook and was wiped off where it lay- in the desert. It focused on two figures lying just a few feet away.

Javier's figure came in front as he tried to shake up one of them. And just as he did, Loki stirred, grunted and got up with a little difficulty.

Javier tapped his shoulder to get his attention away from his strange surroundings to your unconscious figure lying next to him.

"Y/N," he called out for you tenderly, his eyes scanning for any wounds on your arms or face. "Y/N, wake up," he gently tapped your cheeks and arms. "Y/N," he mildly shook you in vain.

"Y/N STARK!!" he shouted, giving you a good shake, making you get up with a scream.

"What the hell, Loki?!!"

"Come on," he commanded more than requested, taking your arms and helping you stand up.

"W-where are we?"

Javier went out of the frame and the camera was lifted up from the ground to show the barren land you and Loki were looking out to. Shades of yellow went till the horizon with curled up black tree-like structures at various intervals.

"I don't know," Loki sighed, his eyes taking in everything.

You turned around, the camera catching you walk over the rough ground outside the frame. "It's certainly not Earth. I haven't been to this...place before. We must stay close. Javier, do not leave my sight."

"Uhh...Loki?"

"Of course, you too, Y/N."

"No, Loki," you continued, the camera catching your concerned gaze as your hand pointed at something, "look."

The camera turned to face down the little hill that you three stood on to capture a battalion of aliens standing in prime formation at attention. Scales of iridescent gold and brown marked the skin on their shoulders and limbs, claws for hands and feet and a wolf-like face covered in warrior helmets.

"Yeah, suddenly I've started appreciating that old planet-thing I was trapped on," you mentioned, your voice breaking with fear. "You can teleport us back, right?"

"Ye-"

Both you and the camera turned to look at Loki, who was looking down at the amulet on his wrist.

"Stark," he sighed.

"Shit," you cursed, "sorry."

A blowhorn sounded down the hills throughout the valley, making you jump close to Loki, catching the fabric of his Henley from the elbow with your fingers.

"Okay, I've seen The Lord of The Rings enough times to know this is not good!" You nearly shouted with fear.

And just as you uttered those words, the clanking of armour sounded close to you, coming up the hill.

Three of those alien warriors came up, their march quite in unison as the taller, bulkier one walked ahead of the two who seemed to be accompanying him.

The camera stepped farther away as the creatures stepped closer while you tried to be brave yet took a step back so as to let Loki shadow you partially.

The stomps of threatening footsteps stopped nearly seven feet away from you. The stench of something eerie filled the air.

The two aliens at the back stabbed the ground with their metallic staffs, creating a gust of wind along with an incoherent vibrating echo.

The leader stepped forward towards you three, his gait slow and measured, his eyes shining a concentrated mix of purple. You shifted on your feet. Loki didn't.

He stopped right in front of Loki, standing at least two feet taller than him.

"Loki," came a low-pitched growl from the jaw that opened to reveal more fangs inside, "ward of Odin. Son of Laufey. Saviour of Asgard-"

"You could save the titles. It'll take you an entire day to get over half of them," Loki declared without skipping a beat.

The creature paused before taking out his sword from its sheath, making you step back.

"Loki, master of the Nubrath!" The leader spoke again, this time while holding his sword in both his...claws and raising it to the God. "Your army is ready."

The blowhorn sounded again.

"We're all prepared to take over the earth under your rule."

~End of Season 2~

You’ll get season 3 if you curse me with the balance of work and home to get me as many hours to write as possible. Bonus if you get me my dream job. No, I won’t tell you, you have to figure it out on your own.

[myownprivate-johnnyutah]

If Found (Chapter 1)

AN: A Fluff-as-Fuck Penpals Story because we’re in a fuckin’ pandemic and I want to write about yearning, goddamnit. I have no outline, no plan and am just going wild with it. 

Synopsis: After losing a notebook in a Brooklyn bar two years ago, Alana Miles has lost a few more things and gained some others. Lost? Her tiny Brooklyn apartment, her first love-turned fiancé, their shared cat. Gained? A small rental house in her hometown, a second book deal, a rescue bulldog and a facelss email pen pal she may or may not be falling for. (AO3)

Wordcount: 1,530

September 2020

It’s a little early to be up for a Saturday, but she cracks open her laptop anyway— careful not to jostle the sleeping bulldog deep snoring across her legs. Alana has tried to let herself sleep in on weekends, lately. With the weekdays full of deadlines, interviews and long calls with her editor normally kicking off before her morning coffee’s kicked in, the few blissful hours of no screens and light-blocking blinds on Saturdays were usually her favorite thing. Usually.

It’s not her fault, though. Because of stupid timezones, there was a message waiting for her that she’d be itching to see and even after years (plural) of back-and-forth emails with her accidental pen pal, the little rush of seeing where the conversation would go next was enough to make her a bit more of a morning person (even when she doesn’t have to be). 

To: Miles2Go@mail.net.

From: KCR@mail.net

Subject: RE: RE: RE: The Not-Divorce is Finalized! 

A, 

Sure, okay, I believe you.

I know you said you were fine and I understand I’m maybe half-obligated by the terms of our friendship to take that at face value and instead pivot to asking you about your day or the book proposal or whether you got around to reading that book I sent you (it’s a chapbook, honestly, and you pretty much read for a living). And I will ask those things. 

But I wanted to add, RE: your point on “closure not even being a fuckin’ real thing” that I’m not sure if I agree. Provided you’re giving yourself the grace to step away and close the chapters, relationships, painful memories in order to open something up, it’s as real as you want to make it. 

But what you’re going through (all of it), it’s draining and exhausting and you’re carrying a lot. Closing a door doesn’t mean everything’s resolved behind the door, just that you’ve resolved to let yourself be on the other side. 

I think you’re brave and good, if that helps. And I hope you’ll read that goddamn chapbook so we can talk about it.  

Yours, 

KC

Welp. That’ll need coffee to respond to, she thought, slowly inching her legs out from under Bruce (who let out an insulted snort before snuffling back into the duvet) and heading out to the kitchen. 

Mug in hand, she made her way out to the porch and took in the fall morning: the lake’s got the beginning reflections of red and orange showing through and the smell of burning leaves (they still do that out here) is already making its way to her door. The tiny one bedroom house she’d been renting is about five minutes from where she grew up (where her parents still live). It’s modest (if maybe cramped) but has big windows, a monthly rent that doesn’t drain her bank account beyond recovery and lets her be close to her mom for doctor’s appointments and long meetings with specialists that she trades off with her sister and brother. 

She leaves the door open a crack, since Bruce is unlikely to last long in the bed alone before stumbling out to his sunny porch bed, and takes a seat on her own “grown-up porch couch” — an oversized wicker basket chair her little brother salvaged from a friends’ student house and spray painted white to look less wretched, paired with some overly fluffy pillows her twin sister bought her. She cracked open her computer again and tried to figure out how she’d respond.

She tried, not infrequently, to picture KC. She was sure he was good looking, despite that name feeling so deeply undignified and childish for a man in his forties. (Or is he fifty by now? A funny thing about surprise pen pals is you never really exchange birthdates or A/S/L — and, in their case, they just went for the emotional jugular). She imagined a doe-eyed John Cusack-type (maybe a bit more “High Fidelity,” actually) or, of course, a Tom Hanks “You’ve Got Mail” has crossed her mind but neither really ever felt right. 

She knew a lot about him, after nearly two years of correspondence. He’s told her about the long scar going up his stomach that he got in a motorcycle accident (how he’ll forget its there even after 20 years); she knows he works in film but simply says “I help people tell lies for a living” when she asks for specifics; she knows he fell in love a few years back, after thinking he was never going to fall in love again (and that he has a gift for emphasizing the sweet of a bittersweet ending) and she know she’s a Virgo with a Cancer moon. He knew a lot about her, too: He knew birds freaked her out, that she was in the middle of final proofs of her first book and the proposal on her second; he knew she broke off an engagement (and thus a relationship spanning nearly all of her 20s) in the last year and reflexively performed being cavalier about it; he knew her mom was sick and that she left the life (the one she secretly wasn’t all that wild about) in Brooklyn to be closer to her.

It’s funny the way these little stories and pieces of ourselves can be assembled to make a person feel so whole and so close, even if they’re thousands of miles away and you’ve never seen their face and you probably wouldn’t have met if it weren’t for the right amount of happy accidents flowing in succession. 

He was her happy accident and, if she were the fate-believing type she’d believe it was some of that kismet that brought him to that Fort Green bar on that rainy afternoon. She’d been transcribing some notes in one of her many junk-ish notebooks (full of story ideas, a few email addresses and phone numbers for sources, a scribbled quote, some ticket stubs and a lone piece of gum between the back pages (whoops) — all organized by chaos) and got a call from Brandon, her then-fiancé reminding her that they’d need to leave their Greenpoint apartment for his department chair’s dinner party on the Upper West Side (a thing she’d forgotten she’d agreed to do) shortly and if she was still stopping to grab the wine. 

In her rush to settle up her tab, scamper to the liquor store next door and procure a fancy-ass bottle for the academic circle jerk, she left the notebook behind. Luckily, she’d remembered to scrawl her email in the front cover that time —she wasn’t going to let some rando find her address!

KC, as he told her later in one of their subsequent emails, found it and “began trying to decipher its many, many mysteries (the gum, for example).” 

She couldn’t be mad, she 100 percent would’ve done the same thing if fate, kismet, the universe’s funky algorithm, who knows, left someone else’s brain-dump to her doorstep. Between that confession (and the charming apology that came with it), the emails just didn’t stop — long after he’d sent the book back. 

Despite this two year friendship, she hasn’t seen his face — and only recently heard his voice. She knows he’s older than her 34 years by a not-small amount.  (He doesn’t have an instagram or a Twitter and when she asked him why he responded “Oh, that. What would I do with that stuff, really?”) And 95% of the time it doesn’t bother her. But then she sees emails like that and thinks of his deep, thoughtful voice (the calm, intentional pauses when he speaks that make everything go soft and quiet over the phone line) and something in her twitches. 

It’s been a long 18 months of being very single and maybe, just maybe it’s messing with her head to have such careful, considerate attention 4-8 (depending on how much they write and how busy they are) times a week. 

To: KCR@mail.net

From: Miles2Go@mail.net.

Subject: Doors Open & Closed — moving on.

KC, 

That poet soul of yours is working overtime today, bud. It’s too early for my icy heart to thaw the way it needs to if I’m going to adequately respond, so take this: I know. You’re right. I’ll try. Thank you. 

And try to let it be the end of this for now. 

I’m digitally and spiritually cleansing this space and cracking open this sad  pamphlet of a book you sent me. Stand by for my thoughts. 

Chilliest regards (with a gooey center), 

A

P.S. You promised me that shortlist of “films I need to watch now that I work from home and can watch movies all day.” Keep in mind, my attention span is like my love life: short, sad and ridiculous. 

She hits send and quickly checks in on the few dangling work emails that couldn’t wait until Monday. It’ll be a few hours before her West Coaster pen pal is up and a few more before he’s near a screen. He’s an early riser, but more of a yoga, outdoors-y, going jogging (ugh) kind than a feverish AM emailer. But she’ll forgive him that one (admittedly well-adjusted) flaw for now.