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toomanyrobins · 4 years ago

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a little bird told me pt. 5

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, allusions to fertility issues, cursing, mentions of forced marriage

Word Count: 2k

Notes: Surprise! It’s a boy!

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The first day Y/N felt like herself and the injuries had mostly healed, Pepper insisted on them going into the city and shopping. With the holidays coming up, they had a lot of events they would be required to attend and Y/n didn’t think that her old style suited her very well. Before going to meet her mom, she stopped by the Ivory to drop off a coffee to Tony and Peter. The former had tried to convince her to bring some guards with her, but she rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness. She was outside the office texting Pepper, when she heard squeaking. When she looked up there was nothing there. She heard the noises again and followed it into the hallway. Y/N knelt down and stared into the blue eyes of a diapered baby. “Well, hello. Who do you belong to?” she lifted him out and settled him on her hip. As she shook the toy, he babbled at her.

“Jamie? Jamie!” Frantic male voices were heard calling through halls.

“If Jamie is a baby, you’ll find him in here with me!” Steve came flying around the corner, a wild look in his eyes. He lifted Jamie from her arms and hugged him to his chest, kissing his forehead.

Y/n was surprised to see so much open affection from the blond. She tilted her head and stared, “So… who’s is he?”

“Mine,” his eyes never left the baby.

“You have a kid?” Y/N felt a twinge in her heart. Another thing she had missed because of her selfishness.

“You’d know about all of this if you had stuck around.” she winced at the harsh comment and before Steve could apologize, Bucky and Sam came running around the corner, “JAMIE!” They both ran over and quickly checked on the baby as well. The diapered infant just babbled at the three men and shook his toy, basking in the attention.

“If you don’t mind my asking, how did he end up in the hallway in just a diaper?”

Steve glared at his two friends, “I made the mistake of leaving him in the care of these idiots. I have meetings for George all day.”

“He just got away from us while we were having a discussion about what outfit to put him in,” Bucky at least had the decency to look ashamed about losing his nephew.

Sam turned to him and pointed a finger, “You know the whales are much more stylish, Barnes.”

Y/N looked at the men and shook her head, “I can help watch him. We could call it part of my amends.”

“Birdie, you don’t---” She gave him a don’t mess with me look and Steve sighed, “Would you, really? That would be a huge help. He just started crawling and it’s been an adjustment. Obviously.”

“I was going to go shopping with Pepper. I’ll just bring him along.”

“You’re bringing some men with you, right?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “No, I hadn’t planned on it. Tony tried the same thing.” A mischievous grin spread across her face, “But, since they already had their day cleared to watch Jamie, I’m sure Bucky and Sam will be up to the task.”

“I thought if you would take the kid, I could get some other stuff done.”

“You thought wrong, Buckaroo. Boys, pack your bags. We leave in an hour.” Steve and Y/N walked away, talking about Jamie’s routine. The other two men were left glaring at each other, still bitter about their argument earlier. The duo walked into Steve’s office and were greeted with a baby explosion.

The blond cursed under his breath, “I swear this room was organized when I left an hour ago.”

“I believe you, big guy.” She patted his arm, before turning to Jamie and picking him up, “Okay, little man, let’s get you dressed.” Y/N made quick work and blew a raspberry on his stomach when she was done. A huge smile grew across her face when she heard the baby giggles. She looked up and saw a strange look on Steve’s face, “What? Is there something on my face?”

“It’s just so strange to see you again.”

“Stevie…”

“I’m not saying this to make you feel bad. I’m glad you’re back. I’d forgotten what life was like with you around.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean let’s face it, Birdie, you have the nickname for a reason. You never stayed in one place long enough and it was exhausting the amount of energy you had.”

“Am I still that same person in your eyes?”

“Some of it is the same. It was always hard to imagine you settling down. But, the minute you are around kids, it’s an entirely different story. If you ever decide to settle down, you will be an amazing parent.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the thought of her secret. She felt herself starting to get emotional and busied herself by going through the diaper bag. Once she had herself back under control, she smiled up at him, “Well, you made a damn cute kid, Stevie.”

“Don’t I know it,” he smiled down at his son. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh to herself at the imagery of the large man holding such a small child. “Okay, Jamie, be good for Birdie. I’ll see you later. Oh, and here’s a key to my truck and the apartment in case you’re done before I am.”

“I’ll text you plenty of photos.”

“Thank you for this,” Steve leaned down to kiss her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I missed you more than you know.” He had left her breathless with that last comment and she moved robotically as she put Jamie into the car and headed to meet Pepper. Her mother had raised her eyebrow at her showing up with the baby, Sam, and Bucky, but laughed when she heard the whole story.

While her mother enjoyed shopping, the activity was the bane of Y/N’s existence. They moved quickly through the stores, grabbing what she needed and trying things on. Jamie was on his best behavior, even clapping a few times when Y/N had come out of the dressing room. Despite the fact that they all knew it didn’t mean anything, anything the baby reacted to was purchased. By the time they had finished, everyone was dead on their feet and the baby was knocked out in his stroller.

Y/N decided to let Pepper take all of the clothes back to the house and she went back to Steve’s apartment to put Jamie down for a proper nap. Walking through the door was like entering a time capsule. The only difference was the addition of baby things. She walked through the hallway and looked at the pictures and framed sketches on the wall. Y/N stopped in front of a picture of them from Tony’s infamous Christmas party four years ago. Steve had been her guard for over a year at that point and the two of them had spent practically every day together. It was hard to believe how much the two people in that photo had changed. As she moved further down, the sketches she had stolen and framed for him still had pride of place. Her musings were interrupted by her phone chirping:

Steve: I’m sorry, but meetings are running longer than planned. Are you okay with Jamie? You can bring him to Becca if you have plans.

Y/N: No plans. I’m happy to stay. You focus on work. Little man and I got this.

She walked into the kitchen and found a drawer of takeaway menus and the cabinets only filled with food for Jamie. When he woke up from his nap, she pulled her shoes on, “This won’t do, little man. We are going to the grocery store." Y/N strapped Jamie to her chest and walked to the nearest store. They made quick work at the shop, filling the cart with essentials. Once she got back to the apartment, she put the baby in his high chair with a snack. Music filled the kitchen as she danced around.

Steve came home and followed the delicious smells and music playing. He found Y/N in the kitchen, dancing with Jamie in her arms. He leaned on the door frame, watching her hips sway as she switched her focus between what was on the pan in front of her and his son. Birdie Stark was definitely not a teenager anymore. He walked into the kitchen and put his hand on her waist, making her jump. “Jesus!”

He chuckled and took Jamie from her, “Nope, just me, sweetheart.”

“You scared the crap out of me.”

He apologized, but didn’t sound that sorry. He stared down at her, thinking how the flush on her cheeks from the heat suited her. “Are you making dinner?”

Y/N suddenly looked nervous. “I’m not overstepping, am I? You said you’d be working late and I thought I’d help out,” she looked up at him and smirked, "Plus, I saw the takeaway drawer.”

“It’ll be a cold day in hell when I’m mad at a home cooked meal. But from what I remember, you once set fire to a pot of water.”

She threw her head back and laughed, “That was almost five years ago, I will have you know. My skills have vastly improved. Y/N realized how close she and Steve were standing. She pulled away and felt his hand slip away from where it had been resting comfortably on her waist. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Jamie who was babbling at him.

Y/N dished up two plates and got Jamie’s bottle ready. “Birdie, you don’t have to do that. I can feed him and eat after.”

“You’ve been at work all day, Steve, and I know for a fact you forget to eat. I don’t mind, really.” She settled herself on the couch with Jamie in her arms and her plate on the arm. . He held his own bottle and she ate a few bites while staring at the baby in her arms. She was entirely unaware of Steve watching her,

He rubbed his eyes and took a pull from his beer, “I can’t believe it’s only 7. I feel like today will never end.”

“Did you say 7? Shit!” Y/N looked worried, “I need to go.” She had forgotten that she had made an appointment with a doctor to make sure that she wasn’t pregnant. Her paranoia had taken over and she had to be sure.

“Why? Where are you going?”

“Birdie, you’ve been going all day. Just reschedule.”

“I can’t, Steve.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t tell you.” They sat in awkward silence, the only noise coming from Jamie and he hungrily sucked at the bottle. She kept her eyes on the baby and whispered, “Are you mad at me?”

Steve sighed and came to kneel down in front of her, “Why would I be mad at you, sweetheart?”

She ran a finger over Jamie’s cheek, biding her time, “Because I’m keeping secrets. That tends to make others angry.”

“God, Birdie, no. I’m not angry. I’m disappointed that you think you aren’t safe to share, but i never want you to be scared of me.” Y/N nodded sadly. Steve wanted herto tell him everything, “Want to help me put Jamie to bed?

She shook her head and passed the baby to him, “I should go. It’s late.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll just call for a driver. You haven’t seen Jamie all day, you should spend some time together.” Y/N grabbed her bag and jacket, and leaned over to kiss the wiggling child.

“I have tomorrow afternoon off, want to go for lunch?” Steve tilted her head up to meet her eyes, “We can go to Galletti’s.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Y/N got on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, “Night, Stevie.”

He grinned, “What have I told you about calling me that?”

“Follow through on your threat and I might actually take you seriously.”

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the-omni-princess · 5 years ago

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Blood Bound [Chapter Six]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: fluff, angst, first time meetings, minor character death, minor injuries, near death, vampire stuff, blood, sacrifices, cursing, mature talk, sex talk (I think this is all the warnings if I missed something please let me know)

A/N:

Also, how do people like the “previously on” bit? Should I just erase it? Stop using it? (I don’t use the previously for word counts)

Also, AHHHHH my fav chapter so far, finally enough build-up TO DO SOEMTHIGN

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Previously…

“Holy shit, I died in the Salem Witch Trials,” your voice rang out throughout the room. Bucky squeezed your hands gently, and you let him act as your tether to the mortal whelm. “We were killed by the very Council that had sworn to protect all witches, and you were saved by the vampires we were told by them to fear.”

“Well, this is just getting deeper and deeper. Before you know it, you’ll be telling me the Coven to the North died because they found out the Council has been killing Naturals.” Tony quipped from the side of the room.

The room froze, taking in the statement. “Well, it would explain a lot,” you murmured. “They were getting powerful, and dominant witches who don’t need as much energy to have magic aren’t easy to control.” That was the last connecting dot. The darkness in the distance wasn’t just some mythical monster. It was the very same man that stood in your living room and drank your tea just an hour ago.

“But all of that leads to the question of, where are Nebula and Gamora? Their bodies weren’t found with the Mountain Coven.” Maria rubbed behind Sasha’s ears, enjoying the cat’s insistent purring as she curled up on her lap.

“Mountains… Oh shit, if the Council is going to start investigating the Mountains, I need to warn Steve and Sam. Our hotel is right at the base of the mountains, the Council will blame us first.” Bucky’s grip on your hand faltered, nervously tapping his foot.

“That’s less than an hour away right? Go, bring them here.” It was a simple solution, and yet you had multiple people against it.

“We are not housing the bloodsuckers, y/n. No damn way.” Carol stood, puffing up her chest. It was most likely unconscious, as she tried to assert dominance, but you weren’t buying that.

“Listen, you trust me, I trust Bucky, Bucky trusts these two. The Council will murder them for even being in the vicinity of the Coven’s murders. Please, we have to. They’re his family.” Your hands started to spark, your emotions rising as you tried to plead with your sisters.

Most of them were not going to be happy about housing vampires, so you tried one last thing. “We have to be different than the Council.” That had Wanda and Maria turning away, Maria focusing solely on the cat, and Wanda finding the book she held open very interesting. Natasha and Pepper both were proud of you standing up for your Blood Mate, though the later still thought you were insane.

Carol had calmed down, enough that she saw your hands sparking, to which Bucky had no issue with. The usual burning sparks didn’t affect him as he gladly held onto you. That wasn’t supposed to happen. But at this point, it was going to join a long list of ‘things that were supposed to be impossible,’ right under reincarnation. She sighed softly, running her hand through her short hair before placing both hands in her overall pockets. “Fine. But I still don’t trust them.” She warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

Despite the literal death looks, Bucky beamed a goofy smile, elated to earn the, though hesitant, trust of your Coven. Looking up at him, your heart melted. Seeing his crystal clue eyes sparkle as he smiled made you wonder why the Council even started to hate Vampires in the first place. “Go. I’ll be here, waiting.”

“I’ll be just a minute. Promise, Sweetling,” he grinned, a peak of his fangs showing in his smile as he leaned slightly down and kissed your temple before rushing off.

“Okay, well how can I hate him if he’s that adorable?” Tony whined, wanting the attention he was currently lacking.

“You literally wanted to kill him twenty minutes ago, Tones,” you gave him a pointed look.

He simply shrugged, “That’s before he was calling you sweet names. I’m only protecting you, kid.”

You shot him an appreciative smile before pulling the book Wanda had shown you closer. God, that drawing did look like you. Charcoal with yellow aging lines in the paper, a few smudges, but it most definitely looked like you but in a pilgrim dress, complete with a bonnet covering your hair. While you grazed through the surrounding paragraphs, Bucky had arrived again, this time flanked by two very nervous looking vampires.

Now set on edge, the entire Coven was tense, staring down the newcomers. You stepped forward, giving them a small smile and stretching out your hand towards them. “Hello, welcome to my home, I’m y/n.”

The two new vamps gave each other a look before the darker-skinned man stepped forward. He took your hand and bowed, locking eyes with you as he kissed your knuckles. “A pleasure to meet you, miss. I’m Sam, and the blonde idiot behind me is Steve,” he smiled warmly, a hint of fangs peaking behind his lips.

You blinked a few times, unsure how to react before Bucky thankfully took over. “Okay, okay, we get it, you have good manners. Hands off my girl, or I’ll get the silver,” he growled playfully, taking your hand from Sam and pulling you against his chest protectively. You blushed, tugging yourself away while giving him a glare before looking towards the two new vampires, unsure how to explain the insanity that was currently your life.

The blonde, Steve, took a step forward, hands in his pocket as he assessed you with a once over. “So, you’re the infamous Theodosia?” He wondered aloud.

Sparks lit up behind your eyes for a split second, “Is there a problem with that?” You challenged, squaring your shoulders and standing a little straighter, chin a little higher. You wouldn’t admit it, but Steve was intimidating; tall, broad shoulders and the knowledge that human killing fangs were just beneath those plush lips gave him a darker aura. Yet you had a strong feeling he was just as much of a puppy dog as Bucky was so you didn’t let your fear show.

Steve smirked faintly, relaxing, “None at all. Just curious is all. I’ve always wondered about the woman Buck would talk about in his sleep.” Bucky went red at the statement, glaring daggers at his packmate.

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling warmly. “Well, make yourself at home. Look out for Tony, he bites. If you need me, I’ll be looking for more spells for memory loss, or information on the Council, or on Soul Bindings,” you turned, Tony growling at the two, picking up a new book and plopping down on the windowsill. You frowned, quickly scanning through the pages, most of the Coven either joining you in looking for more information or in Carol’s case, practically interrogating Steve and Sam.

Bucky sat beside you, and you, not wanting to get distracted, kept flipping through pages while biting your lip. He slowly leaned his head against your shoulder, “You look cute when you're worried,” he murmured.

You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face, “Well, I am worried. I’m hoping for some sort of improving memories spell. I want to remember you. Fully. Not just glimpses of the life we used to share.” You sighed softly, closing one book to open another. “I don’t want you to forget me again,” you admitted in a soft voice. It was selfish, after all, he didn’t choose to be turned, and yet, you were horrified this was all some joke. That you were being too trusting, or that it was all too good to be true, or, worse, there was something bigger and darker hiding in the shadows about to strike.

“I’m scared I’ll forget you too,” he admitted softly. Pausing between pages, the library now mostly empty, only Natasha quietly flipping through pages on the sofa, it felt more intimate. “I’m terrified. I just found you, I’m finally remembering again, and yet, I’m immortal. I’m just going to lose you again.”

Turning towards him, you tilted his chin up before cupping his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned against your touch. “I’m not going anywhere, James. We’ll figure this out, I promise.” He nodded faintly, losing himself to your touch, smiling warmly. “You don’t want to turn me, do you?” You questioned lightly.

“God no. I wouldn’t wish this curse upon my worst enemy. I want you to live a long healthy, normal life.” He quickly responded.

“Alright, relax vampy, it was only a question,” you teased.

Comfortable silence surrounded you two, content in simply existing beside each other. You ran your hand through his hair tenderly, letting him lean against you as you skimmed pages. Hours passed like this, quiet and searching, satisfied in the small moments. You didn’t learn much, not enough information was being written about Naturals, and even less so about Soul Bound Naturals, but you got the jest. Powerful alone and lethal together. Threatening one tended to make the other go wild. Hurting one hurt the other. They were each other’s greatest strength and worst weakness. You also had read up on vampire history, learning a bit more about your current nap buddy. Speaking of, you were also fairly sure Bucky had fallen asleep against you, not that you minded much. You realized this morning he must not have fed in a while, and he must be drained. You absentmindedly started thinking of how to bring up the subject of feeding to him.

A sharp crash in the other room had both of you jumping to your feet. You must have dozed off, the book you were reading was on the ground, and your hair mused. Sharing a look, the two of you rushed to the sound, keeping pressed to the walls.

A Council Member, Jack Rollins, stood there, a dagger pressed against Maria’s throat. You froze in the doorway, just out of sight, pressing your hand against Bucky, pushing him back through the door. Rollins was surrounded by the Coven, each with eyes burning straight into the man before them. Tony had his fangs bared, Sam and Steve beside him, fangs also bared, eyes red. Maria herself looked almost bored, rolling her eyes at the man’s threats, despite the blade against her throat.

“This isn’t that difficult, just give us the girl and her little Leech and we can get this over with. She’s a traitor who worked with bloodsuckers to kill the Mountain Coven, last chance. Turn her in.” He warned, a sick smile on his face as the dagger dug into Maria’s throat, making her whimper softly as the knife dug deeper, a trickle of blood dripping down her neck.

“She’s not here, just leave Maria alone!” Wanda’s eyes glowed red, hands swirling in burgundy, the Coven beside her, each witch faintly glowing in power, standing their ground.

“It’s either her or this little witch,” the man snarled, taking a step back and dragging Maria by her hair.

“Stay here, please,” you begged Bucky.

He gave you a glare, whisper yelling a response. “Fuck no, I can’t just-“

“Bucky, please. They’ll need you to figure out the memories, I can handle him.” You insisted, eyes boring into him, pleading for him to understand.

He finally nodded, albeit, hesitantly. “Please stay safe, Little Witch,” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The air was tense, his face only centimeters away from yours, and if Maria wasn’t about to get her throat slit in the other room, you would probably have had enough guts to kiss him. And yet, Maria needed you. Your Coven needed you.

Taking a step into the room, you let your electricity crawl up your spine, down your palms, the sparks gathering everyone’s attention. “Hey asshole, I’m right here. Let her go and get out of my house.” The sparks turned hot blue, your eyes most likely reflected the same color.

He simply laughed, tugging Maria against his chest as a human shield. “Where’s your little Blood Sucker? Got rid of you that easy? Eh, whatever, doesn’t matter. Let’s go, Natural.”

You swallowed against the bile in your throat. Him saying that out loud send a wave of anxiety through your body. “Let. Her. Go.” You countered.

He tossed a pair of cuffs at you, and you caught them easily, making sure they didn’t fall to the ground. “Wear those first.”

“Cuffs? Kinky, but I’m seriously not interested in you like that. Sorry, Darlin’”

“They’re power dampeners. Either put them on and come with me, or witchy savior here will be a reenactment of the Red Wedding,” he responded, growing frustrated.

Seeing no choice, and pointedly ignoring your sisters, you put the cuffs on, the sparks from your body dying out with a fizzle. Your coven had protected you since you were little, it was time to take responsibility. It was time to protect them. It was an easy decision really, you would die for your sisters without a second thought. “All cuffed up, my safe word is Pumpernickle. Now, let my sister go.”

He simply replied with a wicked smirk, the silver dagger moving away from Maria as he tossed her aside. Rough calloused hands grabbed onto you, the knife now lodged against your throat. “Sorry, not into knife play, darlin’” you snarled, squirming in his grip.

“God, do you ever shut up?!” He scowled, clearly getting more agitated.

“Nope, and you didn’t bring a gag so you're out of luck!” You ignored the faint burn of the dagger as it turned into your neck.

“Hush, unless you want your coven to know what the inside of your throat looks like,” he growled into your ear, fear shooting through your body. Nat took a step forward, gripping her own knives. “Take another step and she won’t be the only witch I kill tonight,” he warned. “Let’s go, fight and I’ll just pick one of them,” he nodded towards the vampires. He dragged you backward and at the last moment, Natasha took another careful step forward.

Time seemed to slow as you watched in horror. Rollins threw the knife, with absolute precision. It hurled towards Natasha, and yet a blur intersected its path towards its target. Bucky fell to the ground, the silver dagger buried in his chest, graphite grey veins and skin starting to grow outwards from the wound. Silver could kill vampires.

You cried out, a feral screech clawing from your throat as you let your emotions consume you. Electricity crackled, and you abruptly realized the cuffs around your wrists were broken and smoking on the ground at your feet. Agony shot through your chest as you leaped forward, kneeling beside Bucky.

“No, no, no, no. Why would you do that, you absolute idiot!” You cried out, tugging him into your body protectively, your hands struggling to find purchase near the blade. His own body was unaffected by the electricity sparking in your hands as you lost control. Vampires didn’t bleed, but they could turn ashen and die. And as Bucky started to turn grey, his veins turning lead, you realized this could be it. He would die trying to protect your Coven from the people who took you from him in the first place.

“I know what it’s like to lose family, y/n…” He gulped faintly, words starting to slur as he pulled the dagger out, tossing it aside. “Losing your Coven would devastate you. I couldn’t let you live like that.” He tenderly pushed a curl of hair behind your ear before running his thumb across your cheekbone.

Your vision blurred, practically sobbing as you held his hand closer to your face. “But I can’t lose you when we just found each other again. James, please,” you pleaded, your hands starting to tremble. Agonizing anguish started to fill your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried to keep calm, tried to think of ways to fix this.

“You always were the stronger one, Theo. I promised to keep you safe, and yet you protected yourself. You’re strong, Little Witch. You’ll move on just fine without me,” His voice was getting weaker, and you were vaguely aware of Nat trying to calm you with her powers from across the room, and the fact that where Rollins was standing there was only a pile of ash and scorch marks on the carpet.

“But I don’t want to. Bucky, please,” you pleaded, hot wet tears streaming your cheeks. “Not without you.” You were most definitely shaking now, grief clouding your mind. “I haven’t told you that I’m falling in love with you. This lifetime, right here, right now. My goofy and mischievous, tenderhearted vampire.” You murmured, his cool hand pressed against your cheek. The words echoed in your ears. Vampire. “James?”

Your voice was meek, and his hand twitched, weak in your arms as he replied. “Yes, Little Witch?”

“Fed from me,” you whispered.

“I can’t use you like that…” he groaned softly, the grey veins climbing his neck. “I might not be able to stop, Y/n,” he warned.

You nodded, sniffling softly. “I trust you, Bucky. The ultimate trust, right? I trust you to stop, and even if you don’t…” The words were unspoken but were understood between the two of you. ‘I would die for you.’

“Okay, Sweetling,” he conceded, body too weak to fight your stubbornness.

You raised your wrist to his mouth, “All yours, Angel Eyes,” you whispered softly. He kissed your pulse point, sending a shiver down your spine. For a starving and dying vampire, he showed an immense amount of restraint and control. The artery in his neck turned light grey, the strain shown in his features. You glanced at your coven sisters, all of which were showing a variety of reactions. Mostly surprise you would do this, but Nat and you locked eyes. She could always feel your emotions the best out of the entire coven, and now all she felt was desperation and hope, yet she also felt an unspoken emotion. Love.

Looking back down at Bucky as he bared his fangs, he looked up at you before sinking them into your wrist, his vampire instincts taking over as he slowly drank from your lifeline. The coloring returned to his face, grey lines and skin disappearing completely. But he kept drinking, practically growling into your arm as his eyes flashed red before closing them, concentrated in what he was doing. You ran your free hand through his hair weakly as black spots filled your vision. “I love you, Bucky,” you murmured incoherently just as the black abyss pulled you into unconsciousness. An overwhelming sense of calm filling you.

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Soft, enchanting humming pulled you into the world of the living. The velvet cushioning of your favorite blanket was wrapped around you, a cool arm draped across your waist, your face pressed into a chilled body. Even groggy you realized exactly who it was, and you didn’t hesitate to nuzzle deeper into his arms.

“James,” you murmured, your voice sounded raspy, wrecked. You most unquestionably noticed the satisfying feeling in your chest, as if being wrapped in his arms was the only place on Earth you belonged in.

“I’m sorry, Little Witch. I should have stopped sooner,” he whispered softly. You noticed he was playing with the ends of your hair, twirling the curls around his finger.

“I told you,” you managed to speak in a small voice, “I trusted you to stop. Even if you didn’t, I made that choice.”

He chuckled faintly, “Thought Tony was going to murder me, definitely looked ready to. Natasha stopped him, said you felt at peace.” He sighed as he pulled away gently, tilting your chin up to lock eyes with him. You absentmindedly noticed you were alone in your room, laying on top of the covers of your bed, contentedly cuddled close. “You were ready to die to save me.”

“You were dying to save my Coven sister.” You let your eyes close as you leaned against his touch, your own hands pressed against his chest. “I would blame it on my emotions, but I would do it again without hesitation.” You smiled faintly into his touch, kissing his palm that rested against your cheek. “My Angel Eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered open, everything felt at ease with him here. You caught him glancing down at your lips, making your smile widen. “Bucky?” He hummed in response as you leaned your forehead against his. “Please kiss me.”

His responding smile set your heart on fire. “As you wish, Sweetling,” he murmured, closing the distance and kissing you. He held your face in his hands tenderly, his own soft lips perfectly slotting against your own. You leaned forward as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue along his bottom lip. He groaned softly in response, pushing forward as he took control of the kiss, which sent a warm spark down your spine. His breathing hitched, and beneath your fingertips, you felt a small thump. You both froze, eyes widening as you pulled away.

“Did… Did your heart just beat?” you murmured softly, trying not to notice how his lips were starting to get kiss swollen.

He nodded, eyes just as wide as yours. “I thought I imagined that.”

You shook your head, the words of one of the Binding books coming back to you. “Bound are each other’s strengths and weaknesses. A heartbeat is a weakness for a vamp.” You tried to reason.

He chuckled, “And here I thought I was going to reason that you’re my life and found your way back to me.”

Blushing, you couldn’t stop the smile from lighting up your features. You also finally realized you were all alone, the house quiet. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours. Everyone went to Pepper’s house. Wanda said something about giving us space.” He shrugged, still busy thinking about the implications of a heartbeat. Was he becoming alive again?

“Hey, Bucky?” You whispered softly.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.” He obliged, closing the distance to kiss you again. He was the one to deepen the kiss first, gentle yet dominating, demanding your full attention. You got lost in his touch, pressed against him as his hand around your waist pulled you tighter against him. “James,” you practically purred against his lips.

He groaned softly, smirking. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips brushed against yours, easily pulling your mouth back on his.

“Then I’ll keep saying it, Angel Eyes,” you murmured, pulling far enough off of him to run a hand through his fluffed up and mused hair. He groaned softly, making you grin as you lightly traced your fingertips against his scalp. “I want to remember, Bucky. Help me remember and I help you remember? All of it? From the beginning? I know a witch from another Coven who can help us.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, lips brushing past yours as he nodded. “All of it, Sweetling. From the beginning. And Theo?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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the--sad--hatter · 6 years ago

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Name Calling (22)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Current Word Count - 65,196

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Chapter Twenty-Two - First Day On The Farm

The Barton farm was everything you had expected. It was homely, lived in, comfortable and full of love. Chickens on the other hand were nothing like you had expected, they were loud, smelly, chaotic and strangely violent.

“I thought they’d be cuddlier.” You whined petulantly while Laura Barton laughed at your attempts to pick one up.

After the third chicken had waddled away squawking indignantly you huffed in annoyance and gave up. Laura took pity on you and softly clicked at one of the blasted birds, enticing it over and firmly picking it up, keeping it’s wings tucked in at it’s sides.

“Come and meet your namesake.” She told it, holding it out to you.

“Huh?” You asked, tentatively reaching out to stroke the chicken’s feathers.

“All of Clint’s friends have a chicken named after them. The rooster is called Fury.” She explained.

“You… You named a chicken after me?”

“Of course, it was like fate actually. Tony, that’s the one sitting on top of the coop over there, was named when he was just a little chick. Turned out he was actually a she. The day you arrived at the compound Tony hatched an egg, it was the only one of that flock we kept. She’s named after you.”

“That is the weirdest and sweetest thing I have ever heard.” You said, studying the chicken that shared your name.

“The day you arrived Clint and Natasha knew straight away you were going to be a part of the family.” Laura told you.

“They did?”

“And they were right. They usually are about these things, don’t tell them I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” You assured her.

“Clint said you were going through some personal issues. You can just use this place as a bit of escape if that’s what you need, I won’t push. I’m here if you want to talk though.” Laura offered.

You liked Laura Barton, she was kind and maternal but gave the distinct impression she was not somebody to be messed with. She actually reminded you a lot of Pepper.

“I’m just having parental issues, I’m afraid of messing things up with Tony.” You hesitantly told her.

“Tony Stark, who the second he lay eyes on you decided ‘that one, that’s my girl’? I don’t think there’s a thing in the world you could do to mess that up. Trust me, I say this as a mother, Tony couldn’t love you more if he was your biological father. You are his daughter in his heart, where it matters.” She assured you.

Like her husband, Laura assumed you were worried about pushing him away.

“What if that’s the problem?” You asked.

“I don’t follow. The issue is he loves you too much?”

“The issue is he would forgive anything I do, when he maybe he shouldn’t. If I do something that causes him pain, he shouldn’t just let me do it. I don’t want to hurt him and I’m scared he’ll let me, just so I’ll be happy.” You admitted.

“Sweetheart, that’s not your decision to make. He’s responsible for his own happiness, you can only contribute to it. If Tony decides to pain is worth it to see you happy then that is his choice, and as your father the joy at seeing you happy will be worth the price he has to pay for it. Whatever pain it may cause him he can heal from, but seeing your child in pain is something that cuts a parent to the core.” She told you wisely.

“So I should just do what makes me happy and not care about the consequences?” You asked in disbelief.

“You should do what is right and trust your dad to take care of himself. Whatever it is, you’re not doing it to deliberately hurt him and you are thinking of the consequences. I’m not giving you the go ahead or saying no to do it, that’s your decision to make.”

She’d given you a lot to think about and knew it so she took pity on you and offered you a happy distraction.

“Come on, I’ll point out who’s who.” She suggested and began pointing out the different Chicken Doppelgängers of various Avengers.

Watching chicken Sam run around after chicken Natasha went a long way to improving your mood. You’d only been here an hour and already the Barton farm was working it’s magic.

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You had never in your life held a baby before today but when Clint had plopped Nathaniel onto your lap you had reacted instinctively, gently putting your arms around the curious one year old who was looking at you with wide eyes, his fist stuffed into his mouth.

“Hello, It’s nice to meet you.” You told him seriously.

He laughed and pulled his fist out of his mouth, shoving it at your lips.

“How kind of you to share.” You snorted.

Wanda awed softly at you and you rolled her, turning to glare at Clint as the distinctive shutter sound of a camera clicked. Clint smirked at you and you shook your head fondly at him.

“Your daddy is going to get hit isn’t he, would you like to see that hmm?” You mused thoughtfully to the small child.

“Yeah!” he exclaimed, unaware of what he was agreeing to and Clint grumbled as Wanda, Natasha and Laura burst out laughing, Nathaniel's amused giggles joining in. You sniggered and handed Laura her son back, squaring up.

“Sorry Clint, baby’s orders.” You apologised and he looked alarmed as you slowly stalked towards him.

He plastered on an expression of false bravado as you advanced but when you were a foot away his resolve broke and he darted away, making a break for the back door. Everyone promptly broke into another round of laughter as you shot after him and Clint’s yells could be heard all across the farm as you chased him around the fields, slowing your pace so he remained ahead of you.

You kept the game up for at least half an hour before ‘giving up’ and letting Clint jog back to the house. You leisurely followed, basking in the sunshine. One of the chicken’s, you thought it might be Steve wandered over and started following you.

“Where were you when I was trying to make friends earlier?” You asked him disgruntledly.

You and your feathery escort decided to take a break and you perched on a fencepost, tilting your head back and letting the warm sun shine on you. Your chicken buddy curiously pecked the ground at your feet as you just enjoyed the moment.

You heard Natasha’s approach before you saw her, ducking your head back down to squint at her.

“What’s up?” You greeted her.

“Bucky has quite the crush on you.” She informed you and you somehow managed to choke on air.

She raised an eyebrow at you in amusement.

“Or at least I think it’s Bucky, might be Steve. I can never tell them apart.” She said, nodding towards the chicken at your feet who was currently pecking at the material of your jeans.

“Oh you bitch.” You accused her.

“Don’t hate me just because you’re an open book.” She teased, coming to lean next to you on the fence.

“You ready to have that talk now?” She said, wording it like a question even though you both knew it wasn’t.

No you weren’t ready but at the same time you were dying to talk about it. Your own mind wasn’t providing much assistance on the complicated issue and you really needed another opinion.

“BuckyandIslepttogether.” You blurted.

For probably the first and last time Natasha looked shocked.

“What? Already? You’re way ahead of schedule.” She said and you turned you head slowly to glare at her.

“You scheduled me losing my virginity?”

“Of course. You were supposed to realise how you felt in the safe house and then become even more unbearably violent towards each other for a few weeks while you both denied your feelings before you got it on when the elevator broke down, trapping you together for a few hours.” She informed you.

“You’re a psychopath.” You muttered, horrified.

“No, I just knew how useless the two of you were at confronting your own emotions. He was brainwashed for 70 years to kill on command and you were raised to start and finish the apocalypse. Neither of you was equipped to fall in love so it was inevitable you were going to fall for each other.” She explained.

“You were going to lock us in an elevator?”

“For your own good, now I don’t have to. So who made the first move, how was it and why are you moping?”

“I’m not telling you anything you creep.” You told her.

Natasha punched you on the arm and you yelped.

“He made the first move, It was life-changing and incredible and it can never happen again because he was the weapon used to murder my grandparents.” You spouted.

“Start from the beginning, don’t leave out any details.” She sighed.

So you did, you told her everything, starting from the cruel jibe you’d overheard him saying to Steve. You told her the whole story.

Most of it she already knew but there were a few surprises for her, her eyebrows shot up when you told her about the encounter in the elevator where you’d discovered Bucky had been said your name in the heat of the moment but she said nothing while you spoke.

It felt good to say it all out loud, you hadn’t realised how much you were keeping locked up inside. When you were finished you felt lighter.

“You drugged him, in the middle of a make out session. Oh Kotonok, I’m so proud.”

You snorted.

“Tony will forgive you, maybe not straight away but he’ll come around once he see’s how much you love Barnes.” She said.

“I don’t love him Nat, I just… I care about him yes, I want him, I want to be around him. But love is too strong a word.” You protested.

Natasha gave you a look that said she didn’t quite believe you.

“Maybe you could, but you’ll never know if you don’t try. And if being with him makes you happy then you should be with him. Maybe you’ll find love and it will be worth telling Tony or maybe you’ll realise you don’t love him and there will be no reason to tell Tony.” She reasoned.

“I can’t sneak around behind Tony’s back like that.” You said, aghast.

“Why not? It’s a right of passage, all children date someone their parents don’t approve of. And if Barnes makes you happy but would upset Tony, then keeping it a secret is the right thing to do.”

“How can you make something bad sound like a moral obligation? Do you also sell sand in the desert?” You asked.

“Seashells on the beach actually.”

You shook your head and mulled it over. Could you go behind Tony’s back and betray him like this? Natasha made it sound so easy and maybe it was. You and Bucky would be able to be together and Tony would be blissfully unaware.

Just being in Bucky’s presence made life more exciting, especially now that there was more than just hatred between the two of you. Now that you’d slept together your skin thrummed at the mere thought of him and your body was constantly craving his touch.

The hurt you’d seen in his eyes when you pushed him away would haunt you for the rest of your life and you wanted to punch him and kiss him at the same time for thinking so little of himself. You didn’t want to treat him like a dirty little secret, you wanted to protect the precious thing the two of you could have from anyone who could ruin it.

The problem was, were you telling the truth when you said you didn’t love him? No, you weren’t, and you knew it. Deep down you knew it and maybe one day you could admit it to yourself.

“I’ll think about it.” You conceded.

“Good, that’s all I ask.” She said.

She punched you in the arm again.

“OW! What the fuck Natasha?”

“That’s for keeping secrets from me.”

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Lila and Cooper were quite a formidable match for their parents when it came to escaping the dreaded bedtime. You and Wanda were sat on the deck, curled up on a porch swing with wine (yours spiked with Asgardian liquor Natasha had pilfered from Thor for you) and listening into to the children's protests that they wanted to play with you both. Natasha had wandered away to do secret spy things, at least that’s what you assumed.

The spiked wine was warming your chest and belly and combined with the fun and exhausting day you had had, it was making you feel incredibly relaxed.

“Your mood is much better now.” Wanda noted.

“I’m sorry if it’s been affecting you lately.” You apologised.

“It’s not your fault, and it has not been so bad. There has been a lot of sadness and anger yes, but a lot of hope and love as well.” She said.

You sipped the wine, the powerful Asgardian punch it packed loosening you tongue.

“That sounds about right, hope and love. I think I might have found both.” You hummed happily.

“Do either of you want to come tell the kids a bedtime story, it’s the only way I could get them to go to bed.” Clint begged, popping his head out of the kitchen door.

“I will go.” Wanda said before you could, pointing at your wine glass with an amused grin.

“I’m tipsy.” You told Clint with a huge grin.

“I can see that.” He snickered.

He took Wanda’s seat on the porch swing and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“It’s wonderful here. Your family is amazing.” You told him honestly.

“Yeah, they are.” He said with pride.

“I can’t believe you named a chicken after me.” You chuckled.

“Everyone has one, all my friends and family. That includes you.”

“I didn’t even have a name until a little while ago, now I do and I get to share it. It’s nice, it’s good.” You decided.

Clint ruffled your hair affectionately.

“I’m happy.” You said, sighing wistfully.

“I’m glad. You deserve to be.” He said solemnly.

You stayed like that, your head on his shoulder and relaxed as you watched the sun set, lighting the farm up in a stunning array of colours as the shadows grew and darkness fell.

“I think I have feelings for Bucky Barnes.” You whispered into the night.

Clint looked down at you in surprise and alarm.

“Well at least you are never boring. This is going to be fun to watch from the sidelines, far far away from the line of fire.” He chuckled.

“Clint?”

“What?”

“Why is Bucky so pretty?”

“Ok you’re too tipsy for me to deal with.” He laughed, getting up and letting you plunk down to the side.

“I’m going to make you some coffee.” He said with wry amusement while you curled up on the swing, not at all bothered by the loss of his shoulder to lean on.

“Can I have some of the cookies Laura and Wanda made?” You asked hopefully.

“You can have whatever you want, you entertaining little furball.”

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The woods surrounding the Barton farm were peaceful. You felt safe amongst the trees, close enough to the farm to not be isolated but far enough away to be alone. The trees surrounding you provided enough shelter for you to feel protected but the fresh air and sounds of wildlife reminded you that you were outside, free.

You walked through the woods, the twinkling stars above you and felt truly at peace for the first time. It was serene, tranquil and temporary but nothing good lasts forever, you were happy to just enjoy it for now.

An unfamiliar rustling sound broke you out of your peaceful musings and your body tensed, on alert. You stayed still, not making a sound and turned your head towards the sound.

“Bucky?”

He was staring at you from several meters away, he looked terrible. Exhausted. His eyes bore into you and he looked at you longingly, desperately.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered.

He flinched, like your question had hurt him but before you could explain you weren’t mad or disappointed to see him only confused he shook his head and turned away from you.

“Please, don’t go.” You pleaded but he ignored you, quickly striding in the opposite direction until he was out of sight.

You snapped out of your trance and ran after him, following the noises he was making as he tracked through the woodland.

“Bucky, wait!” You called.

You ran as fast as you could but you couldn’t catch up to him.

“This way Kotonok.” Natasha called, her red hair visible through the trees.

You followed her, her hair leading you like a beacon as you ran through the dark forest. The closer you got to her, the thicker the trees grew and you were fighting off branches that were grabbing at you.

“Hurry, he’s getting away. You’re going to lose him!” Natasha called to you.

You furiously pushed the grabby twigs away, ignoring the sharp sting of thistles and thorns piercing your hands. You’d take the pain if it meant you could get to Bucky. You threw your body forwards through the thicket, pushing your legs as fast as they could go. It still wasn’t enough and you were losing sight of Natasha.

You grit your teeth and snarled. You had to get to him you had to find him. You screamed your fury as you ran, your shrill voice resonating through the air and the tress withdraw, bowing to your fury. You rushed through the now clear path and into the clearing ahead.

It was a beautiful place, lit by moonlight. Bucky stood in the centre and your heart collapsed in on itself in relief.

The you saw that he wasn’t alone and you tilted your head in confusion at the unfamiliar woman standing with her back to you. The whole world tilted on it’s axis and your heart shattered as Bucky leant his head down to kiss her.

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes and you silently watched and cried as Bucky embraced the stranger. She pulled away from him and turned her head to look at you and you gasped. She had your face but her eyes were jet black, obsidian veins covering her skin.

“Vernichtung.” You whispered in terror.

She smiled at you, a cruel and wicked smirk. You were rooted to the spot, unable to move, only able to watch in horror as she turned back to Bucky and plunged her hand into his chest. You wanted to scream but no noise came out as she withdrew her hand, his heart firmly clasped in her grip. He crumpled to the ground and you wanted to run to him, to help him, to save him but you were frozen.

She stalked towards you, hips swaying. Power and malevolence rolled off her in waves as she reached up and wiped a tear from your face with her ice cold fingers.

“I’m sorry, did you want this?” She purred viciously.

She held Bucky’s heart out to you and you were forced to watch as she crushed it in her hand and finally, you were able to scream.

In the cosy guest bedroom of the Barton Family Farm your eyes shot open, and you woke up screaming.

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 5 years ago

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A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 15

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

Word count: 3.5k

Part 14 <<< >>> Part 16

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“Kid,” Tony started, having had enough to watching Peter manhandle his lab material. “I’m gonna have to ask you to take a break.”

Peter, who had been hunched over his desk in the workshop, intently focused on his work and barely registering what was happening around him, hadn’t heard Tony come in. He dropped his tools and rolled back in his chair, using the heel of his hand to brush some strands of hair out of his face.

“What’s up Mr. Stark?” he asked, already alert. “Is there a mission?”

Tony winced a little and put his hands in his pockets, kicking an imaginary ball with his right foot. Peter sounded too eager for his next big mission. He noticed how he spent increasingly more time at the tower, even though the Christmas holidays weren’t over, instead of seeing his friends.

“No, Peter. There’s no mission. I just think you’ve been clocking in too often these days. I’d even go as far as to say you come here to avoid doing something else.”

Peter stared at him, blinked once. Twice. Then he tried to smile – the result was stiff and awkward.

“I don’t know what you mean. I only wanted to get this done before classes start again, I’m working on th-“

“I know what you’re working on, Peter,” Tony cut him off, taking the last few steps separating them and grabbing the little device from Peter’s desk. “I also know it’s been done for a few days now, because I crash tested it this week-end.”

Peter’s jaw clenched.

“It needs improv-“

“Will you quit arguing with me and just tell me what’s on your mine?” Tony sighed, sitting on the desk. He could tell Peter was at a hair’s width away from just rolling away on his desk chair and right into the open doors of the elevator to escape this conversation. “I can recognize the look in your eyes, I’ve had it myself. Trust me when I say that burying yourself under work doesn’t help. Now tell me, what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing.”

“Wrong answer. You’re a terrible liar, by the way, in case I’ve never told you.”

“Nothing of your concern,” Peter tried again. It wasn’t like him to be so disrespectful towards a figure of authority, especially someone he admired as much as he did Mr. Stark, or anyone else for that matter. He was mad at himself and shouldn’t take it out on other people. “I’m sorry,” he couldn’t help but apologize. “I swear it’s nothing. It’s not important.”

His voice dwindled towards the end, and he looked away, leaning into his chair and realizing he had been in a defensive stance all day, and now he faced Mr. Stark sitting straight as an ‘I’, shoulders tense. No wonder he had noticed something was amiss.

“Maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but it’s obviously important to you. Are you going to tell me or do I need to guess?”

In typical stubborn man whose pride had been wounded fashion, Peter refused to look up or answer, simply grinding his teeth and willing his mentor to leave him brood in peace while taking his frustration out on his work.

“Would a certain Miss Gerard be at the heart of your problem, by any chance?” Tony ventured, pursing his lips in wait of an answer. Peter remained quiet, but something must have given him away because Tony chuckled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face. “I haven’t seen her here in a few weeks, she used to drop by regularly after that first day you brought her here. Lovers’ quarrel?”

“You got the quarrel part right,” Peter grumbled, sucking in his cheeks. He hated that they were having this conversation. “After the shooting on Christmas’ Eve.”

“Ah. Was she mad because she thought you left her there?”

“No.” Peter groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. This was such a massive pile of steaming shit of a situation. He got himself all tangled in a web of lies – pun intended – and he hadn’t risen to the occasion to come clean when he still could. Now it was too late – she knew everything and felt betrayed, used and cheated, and she was right to feel that way. “It’s more delicate than that.”

“Do you need a woman’s opinion? ‘cause I can call Pepper if you want…“ Tony suggested, not finishing his sentence but pointing towards the elevator.

“God, no, don’t do that,” Peter pleaded, recovering some of his usual shyness and blushing at the sheer thought of having this conversation with anyone else than Tony. It was bad enough as it is. “She…” Peter licked his lips, suddenly apprehensive of Tony’s reaction. Surely, he wasn’t going to leap in joy upon hearing one more person knew Peter’s secret. Oh well, here goes nothing. “She knows, Mr. Stark.”

Not the most self-explanatory sentence, but the graveness of his tone must have been enough to understand what exactly he was talking about. Tony’s face fell a little and he sat down on the nearest chair, his mood getting serious too.

“I see.” There was a pregnant pause before he looked at Peter again. “Did you tell her?”

“No, her dog gave me away.” He looked down in shame, staring at his worn-out Converses, taking a mental note to buy a new pair one of these days.

“I’m sorry, did you just say her dog gave you away?” Tony repeated in astonishment.

“It’s a long story,” Peter simply answered. He had no desire to tell the whole story now. “I should have told her myself.”

“So it’s that serious, ugh? I take it she didn’t react very well at the news?” Tony hummed. “It’s too bad, I liked her. She’s bold and passionate. You two worked well together.”

Yeah… Peter thought, disgruntled. We did work well together… Ever since the events that brought them apart, he tried not to dwell too much on the moments they had shared. The light finger brushes, the lingering stares, the bright smiles and the easy-going companionship. Fuck, he missed her so much. Why didn’t he just tell her? Why couldn’t he keep away from her as Spider-Man? He went wrong in so many places.

“Hey, kid,” Tony called Peter when he realized he had been zoning out and wasn’t listening to a single thing he said. Peter shook his head and met Tony’s eyes. “Don’t give up just yet. It’s not the end of the world, there’s hope.”

Easy to say, not so easy to do. Peter had kept in mind what May had told him the night Emmeline stormed out of his apartment, asking him not to contact her again. He was waiting very patiently for her to process the news and come around. Every day he woke up and checked his phone, and upon seeing the lack of messages from her, he became mad at the small device and almost threw it out the window on several occasions.

All this misplaced anger. He should direct it towards himself, but he didn’t know how. He couldn’t just go out looking for a fight with some thugs, he was too strong for them. And it wasn’t like any of the Avengers still in residence would agree to beat the shit out of him during a sparring session if he asked.

A day before New Year’s Eve, Peter had called Ned and told him he had fucked up really bad, hoping that talking about I would make him feel better in some way, shape, or form, but it didn’t work in the least. If anything, Peter left worse than before. He had slept through the change of year: he had told May he was meeting with friends and went directly to the tower, where he knew he could spend the night without hearing a single firework or any other noise from the outside world.

Today, it was a week later, and while Tony had lasted remarkably long in staying out of Peter’s business, he had had to ask what was wrong. Peter knew it would come; he knew he spent way too much time at the tower for it to not look suspicious.

And tonight, he went to her apartment. He didn’t venture on her balcony, out of respect for her wish not to see him again, but he sat on top of a nearby building that gave him a direct view of the balcony he had spent so many nights on.

Every other apartment of the building was lit up and he could see people having dinner, watching TV, and whatnot. Emmeline’s was plunged in the dark and he couldn’t see a thing. He didn’t like the feeling of dread that overcame him when he realized she probably wasn’t home. Did she go away because she knew he wouldn’t be able to keep away from her?

All this angst was messing with his sleeping schedule. He went back to his dorm because he didn’t want to worry May, and his low moods even rubbed off on Tessa now.

The days were slow and the weeks long until classes began again. Peter had been waiting for the day he would see Emmeline again. He feared it too, because he hadn’t heard back from her since Christmas and he was worried that she didn’t find it in herself to look past his deception.

Was she going to sit next to him in class today? Or was she going to go back to her seat at the back of the room? Had enough time passed since their argument?

To say that Peter was distraught to notice her absence was the understatement of the century. His heart dropped and he barely listened to the teacher. At the end of the day, he felt a hundred years older than when we woke up in the morning. Ned had joined him for dinner at his dorm cafeteria in an attempt to cheer him up, and Tessa was there too, sitting under the table, her head resting on Peter’s thighs – it was her go-to position these days, her way to try to lift his mood.

Peter knew they were trying to make him feel better, but he simply didn’t have the energy right now, and he played with his food until it became cold, barely paying attention to what was around him. Tessa even grew tired of seeing him mopping around and walked away. He only looked up from his untouched plate when Ned elbowed him so hard, he dropped his fork.

“What is it, Ned? I’m not in the mood.”

“Dude!” Ned whispered, nodding towards something behind Peter’s back.

When he turned around and saw Emmeline a few steps away. She was crouched down, smiling brightly at Tessa and scratching her ears, giving her pats her kisses. His heart soared at the sight, then dropped again.

She finally stood up, knocking the air out of Peter’s lungs with a mere look. He stopped breathing, half expecting her to spin on her heels and walk away. But her eyes bore into his and she didn’t move for a while. Or maybe it only felt like a long time because he hadn’t seen her in weeks. Peter was frozen in place until Ned spoke up.

“Get your ass up, man! Go talk to her.”

He did, almost tripping as he stood up, making a fool of himself in the process, but he did. He could swear he saw the shadow of a smile on her lips.

He didn’t know how he got in front of her, but there he stood, and he still didn’t have the slightest idea what to tell her.

“Let’s go somewhere we can talk,” she said, voice a little croaky but managing a smile. No hello; no beating around the bush.

Nodding, he asked Ned to keep an eye on Tessa until he came back, then led the way. They stepped out into the night. It wasn’t late but it was January and the sun set early. In any other circumstances, he would have gone to his room, but he wasn’t entirely sure she would welcome the idea. It was his personal space, and he couldn’t tell if they were still this close…

In any case, the cold air would do him some good. Get his thoughts in order, maybe. It helped with other things too. The wind helped blow away the sweet scent of her perfume following her for example.

All his senses were on high alert, everything was exponentially more intense, he was aware of every little thing: the sound of her steps behind him, her ragged breathing, the delicate brush of her shoulder against him when he held the front door open for her and she walked out of the building. No one was around, it was too cold and dark to hang out outside.

They had been quiet up until now, but he was screaming inside. A voice at the back of his head told him to break the ice and say something, anything at all, but he couldn’t.

He especially couldn’t when she turned around, looking all awkward and adorable, rubbing her left arm and biting on her lower lip, looking at her feet before finally meeting his gaze and making him forget his train of thought. Peter’s hand yearned to reach out to her, this distance was unbearable. She was standing a meter away from him, and it was too much.

“Tessa missed you,” he eventually said. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Talking about your dog? Way to go, man.

She didn’t seem to mind the awkward opening sentence and even smiled a little. She tightened her scarf around her neck before speaking.

“I missed her too,” Emmeline replied with the same shy smile she shot him before. She’s uncomfortable with me now, Peter thought bitterly. “I miss you, Peter.”

There was something he hadn’t expected to hear, and it answer to this surprising confession, he shrugged. He shrugged. Then he sucked in his cheeks, willing his heartbeat to slow down and his cheeks not to turn red. Red with embarrassment, red with flusterment, and red from frustration.

“I’m right here,” he eventually told her, keeping his voice very low even though they were alone, walking lazily across campus to nowhere in particular, just from one streetlight to the next. What else was he supposed to say?

A soft, all too familiar smile graced Emmeline’s lips then.

“You know what I mean. Four weeks feel like forever without seeing you,” she added, not making it any easier for Peter to keep his calm.

If he knew what she meant? He had missed her so much that he drove his aunt and friends crazy.

However, and as much as he hated it, a part of him was mad. Mad that she didn’t give him a chance to explain himself, mad that she disappeared for weeks and let him worry, not giving any sign of life! But it was a small, petty part of himself.

“You asked me to stay away, what did you expect I would do?”

Now that wasn’t fair, and this time Peter couldn’t stop his cheeks from flaming up after telling this blatant, shameful and petty lie. He had tried to see her again, even if he had meant it to be discrete this time, and she had been in her own right to ask to be left alone.

It came out a little harsher than intended too. Where was all this pent-up anger all those weeks of loneliness? He had felt her absence so deeply, it was hard not to sound bitter, but now wasn’t the time to let his frustration out. This was on him. He only had himself to blame.

Then again, he knew he messed up, and in the end, his own idiocy had made him as miserable as her. Shouldn’t that count for something? Play in his favor, somehow? He was grasping at straws and he knew it.

“Ouch,” Emmeline laughed a little then, wincing at his words. She looked down at her feet and then back up again. “I guess I deserve that.”

They had stopped walking. Peter couldn’t remember when exactly, but he realized it when a snowflake gently twirling down and fell on Emmeline’s cheek, her face illuminated by the sharp white light of the streetlamp they stood under.

“No, no…” Peter shook his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it, I just- I…” With his hands still in his pockets because he didn’t have his gloves, he shrugged again.

He had well and truly stolen that habit of shrugging important things off from Emmeline. God, he had waited to see her again for weeks and now that she was there, ready to listen to him, he fucked it up again. She was so beautiful; she took his breath away. The way she simply stood there, nose slightly buried in her thick scarf to protect it from the cold, oblivious to the effect of her mere presence on him.

“You had every right to be mad at me. I- I lied… I hid things from you… I pretended…”

The list could go on but Peter already had a hard time holding up her gaze as it was, no need to add to the list of his offences. Was it foolish of him to still hope that their blooming relationship was salvageable? Had he given too much credit to May and Tony’s encouragements?

Suddenly, Emmeline let out a shaky breath, eyes sparkling with something he couldn’t put his finger on. It had never been so hard not to close the distance between them, and Peter’s hand twitched from having to stay put. She’ll come to you, May had said. In her own time. He shouldn’t-

The impact nearly knocked him off his feet but Peter held steady and welcomed Emmeline’s embrace, even if it almost sent them both toppling over. It took him a moment to process what was happening, but luckily for him his body was quicker than his brain and his arms encircled her as soon as her body hit his.

He breathed in deeper than he had at any point during the last four weeks, and the intoxicating scent of her signature perfume filled his lungs, making him pleasantly dizzy. The way she clung to him, arms around his shoulders and face against his neck, breathed a new life into him. She gave no sign of wanting to let go, and Peter was not complaining in the least. She was soft and warm in cold, harsh environment, he could have held onto her forever.

With one hand around her waist and the other resting behind her neck, he gently stroked her hair – God, she had the softest hair he had ever touched. Not that he had a lot of material to compare it to, but it was hard to imagine anything softer than Emmeline’s long, shiny hair. Unable to hold back, Peter nuzzled it, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment and try to slow down the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.

She pulled away just as quickly as she pulled him into the hug. While Peter had no desire to let go, he unwrapped his arm from around her and let her take a step back. She was a bit red in the face, she rubbed her cheeks as if to physically get the blush to go away.

“Sorry,” she croaked out. “That was inappropriate, I just-“

“I missed you,” he finished for her, shoving his hands into his front pockets to stop himself from fidgeting. Emmeline pulled on her sleeves and looked down at her feet to collect herself before meeting his gaze again. “And I hope I haven’t ruined everything between us.”

His eyes asked the silent question he couldn’t bring himself to voice but he saw on Emmeline’s face that she read him well enough to see it.

“I’m not mad at you anymore, Peter,” she told him, earning a sigh of relief. “I know I flipped out at Christmas, and then I went cold turkey on you and disappeared from the face of the earth for weeks. I needed a bit of time to process everything and…” and figure out if you still wanted to see me now that you know the truth, Peter finished her sentence in his head.

She had told him she didn’t want to see him or Spider-Man again, but after the second week of radio silence, he spied on her apartment, trying to get a glimpse of her, just one glimpse to make sure she was alright and then he was going to leave her be. He hadn’t seen her. In fact, he had gone back once more – maybe she was just out that night? – but it seemed the place was deserted.

“I’m mad at myself, though,” she then said, making him frown and shake his head.

“What- Why?”

She hesitated. Peter’s brain gears overworked to try and find a reason for her to be mad at herself when he was the one who had deceived her. It looked like she didn’t know where to look, her eyes jumped from one thing to the next, all in an effort to not meet his eyes. Eventually, she sighed and looked up again.

“Let’s get something to drink. I think I owe you a coffee at the very least.”

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jacksficrecs · 5 years ago

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In Hopes That You Remember Me - Chapter One

PROMPT: Tony in the Hospital + Steve being guilty

A/N: This is one of my first attempts to learn how to write a decent story again. Enjoy.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: [for the rest of the story] Depression, Trauma, Amnesia, Comatose

STATUS: Ongoing, Unedited

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Steve has never felt this nervous before.

He stared at himself in the mirror, water dripping from his chin. Tonight was the night.

He remembered the day his relationship with Tony was revealed to the public. Tony had decided it was a good time to sneak a kiss on the taller man's cheek while they looked around a quaint little bookstore just some blocks away from the tower. They could have bought books online, but you know, going outside every once in a while is never a bad thing. Of course, someone had spotted them, took several pictures of him pulling the brunette into a hug and offering a kiss on the forehead before stepping back to take another book of the shelf, he presumed. The next thing they new, it was all over the web. It was posted on any social media platform you can name, and unsurprisingly enough, it gained a lot of attention. Steve wasn't ready to 'come out of the closet' yet, as they say, but he didn't have much of a choice. The public already found out, so he might as well confirm their speculations.

'Steve Rogers and Tony Stark: The Most Iconic Power Couple of the Month'

The two read the article together. It was amusing, to say the least. Very amusing to see the media go crazy over a gay superhero couple. Kind of upsetting to see the close-minded people rant over how they're setting a bad example for the younger generation that looked up to them. Homophobia could never be erased, he supposed.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Knock, knock, Capsicle. You done putting on your makeup yet?" Tony hums from the other side. Steve simply smiled at that, shaking his head. "Hang on, Tony. I'll be out in a second." He responded, taking the towel he had hanging on the towel rack installed into the tiled wall and drying himself off. "You better be. I'm about to fall off what you're telling me to hang onto." Steve only chuckled quietly. This was the man he loved. This sarcastic little son of a bitch.

"Cap! Come on, snap out of it! We need you-" A voice calls from the distance, though he couldn't quite place who or where it was coming from.

"Ready for our first date?" The Stark smiled warmly when the blonde finally exits the bathroom, fully dressed in the blue suit Tony's picked out for him. "Ready as I'll ever be." Steve replied easily, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Still not going to tell me where we're going for tonight?" "No. Don't you know what a surprise is, Rogers?"

"Steve!" The same voice. Louder this time. What was happening?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go." Steve laughed, rolling his eyes as the shorter man led him towards the door with a big, content smile.

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"Steve." His eyes opened. He was back in the real world. Gunshots were heard. Explosions. The familiar whine of the Iron Man suit's repulsors powering itself up into the air. "Wh- What-" The blonde started questioning the events, eyes bleary as he tried to process who he was talking to. Natasha. "Steve. You're alright." The redhead sighed in relief, eyes scanning the blonde for any serious issues. "Nat-" He mumbles, swallowing the knot in his throat. It's all coming back to him now. He was in the middle of a battle. He was supposed to be fighting off his HYDRA twin. Speaking of the guy, where was he?

And what did he do to him?

"Steve. I need you to tell me what he did." Her green eyes were full of worry. "What did you see?" "First date with Tony." He answered quickly, grunting as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He needs to get back into the fight. The others needed him. They needed his help. "Reenaction." The blonde added, forcing himself to stand, using his shield to assist him. God, everything hurt. "Steve, wait," She places a hand on his arm. Steve's attention shifts back towards the spy accompanying him. The earth shakes, and the hulk's yells were heard from a distance. "Nat, we need to get back to-" "Steve. What do you remember him doing? What was the last thing you remember him doing to trigger... Whatever happened to you?" She questioned. It really did seem like an important question. He stood silent for a moment, eyebrows knitting together as he dug through his scattered thoughts and memories, trying to pull something out. "I-"

"Steve?" He turns his head. Natasha. But Natasha was right there, right beside him. He looks back at the redhead that still had her hand resting on his arm. She didn't have the scar from the last fight on her collarbone. He reacted immediately.

Nat's double landed a hard hit on his temple.

All went black.

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There was a painful ringing in his ears.

Dazed, Steve opens his eyes, finding himself on the ground, in the middle of a battlefield, with large pieces of debris scattered around him. Since when did he get there? Was the fight over? Head pounding and ears still ringing, he struggles to prop himself up on his elbows to get a clearer view of his surroundings. How long has he been lying there? There was a fire in the distance, or at least, he assumed there was judging by the smoke rising up into the sky. A quinjet had crashed nearby and was a total wreck, leaving several of its pieces everywhere. There wasn't really a lot happening by this point. A couple of tree branches were scattered here and there, and glass and concrete from the few buildings (that were very tall, mind you) decorated the ground. Clint was on the other side of the field, helping Natasha back on her feet. The Hulk was nowhere to be seen, probably off to calm himself down, and Thor was somewhere in the sky, as indicated by the low rumble of thunder off in the distance. Why he was still up there, he didn't know. All he knew was that the battle was over. Thank God. Everything seemed okay.

And then, the realization hits him.

Tony. He wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

With a quiet huff, he pushed himself off the ground a bit too quickly, resulting in a bad headache and a brief moment of vertigo, but he really couldn't care enough. All he could think of was Tony's whereabouts and his well-being. God, what if he's hurt? Disregarding the pain he felt in almost every part of his body and the fact that breathing was just painful, he immediately went to approach both the Black Widow and her good friend, Hawkeye with a bit of a grimace. "Barton, Romanoff." The blonde greets the two, his voice sounding rather hoarse. "Captain." The two spies nod, casually brushing themselves off as if they'd done nothing but trip. "Any of you know where Iron Man's gone?" He asked, his gloved hands finding their way to the belt strapped around his waist. "Nope," Natasha replied simply. "Last time I saw him he was up in the air dancing with his evil twin." Steve's heart dropped. Where could they have gone then?

Once HYDRA got their hands on Tony, they were in big trouble. That man stores a lot of important information in his head. If they ever got it out of him, the team (and probably the entire human race) will be royally fucked. The Avengers will no longer be seen as heroes. Their reputations will drop like a boulder in water as soon as HYDRA released their 'new and improved' creations. Their counterparts. Hell, they might even be stronger than the actual Avengers. IF they got everything out of Tony. But Steve doubts that'll ever happen. Tony was a strong man. And painfully stubborn, might he add. But HYDRA had their ways to get someone to comply. Mind-Control, Brainwash, Torture, you name it. Tony might be strong, but one of their methods could potentially break him. He ran a hand through the tousled nest of hair resting on top of his head, releasing a heavy, painful sigh as his gaze shifts to the ground. "Right. Okay, Thank you. Um... Go contact SHIELD for me, will you? I have a feeling we weren't the only ones here when our 'friends' came for a visit." The Captain says, letting a bit of a commanding tone lace into his voice, trying to maintain the 'Leader' image he was supposed to have even though he knew it was useless. Clint and Natasha knew just how scared he was. He was fucking terrified. Worried. Hell, he was panicking. He just had to find Tony. He had to.

Both spies replied with simple 'Alright's and 'Okay's, sharing a look before going off to deliver his commands while checking around to see if there were any poor souls that needed their assistance. Steve's gone off to look for that one brunette that always seemed to be getting in trouble. With a throbbing headache and hell-giving rib, he goes on to search for his lovely idiot.

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"Steve!" Natasha's voice crackled through the earpiece. "Yeah?" "It's Tony. We found him." She sounded almost breathless as if she just ran a marathon. Three, actually. "What? Where?" He asks, his heart suddenly picking up the speed as he leaves the injured man he pulled out from under some rubble in the care of the parademics, turning to take another scan of the field where a major clean-up process organized by SHIELD was taking place. "Your three o'clock. Parademics are taking care of him. He's breathing, but..." Her worry was palpable by the way she speaks, and at that, Steve suddenly felt like he wasn't going to like what he was about to discover. Was it bad? What happened to him? "I think you should see for yourself. It's not that horrible, but it's... Something." She didn't know how to say it. She didn't want to be the one to deliver the bad news. "Yeah, okay. I'm coming." Comes his simple reply, voice breaking, spotting the redhead near a group of uniformed parademics who offered a small wave at the captain. The blonde jogs his way over, worry and fear becoming more and more noticeable as he got closer. The Iron Man suit lies near a pile of rubble, lifeless, the blue in its eyes, reactor and repulsors non-existent. A large chunk of the titanium-alloy armor was missing, probably shot off. In other words, it was in pretty bad shape. And then there was Tony himself, eyes closed, breathing slow and not so steady, blood staining the ripped clothes he barely managed to throw on before the battle was called, red staining the side of his head, seeping out onto the ground where he lay. There was quite a lot of bustle as they worked to track the brunette's wounds and give them attention, which they did in record time. Steve's heart practically broke. In all the battles they've fought together, he's never seen Tony in this state, and that was beyond terrifying. Natasha appeared beside the taller blonde, smiling rather sadly. "I'm sorry, Steve. He'll be alright. He'll be back to himself in no time, alright?" She says, in a fruitless effort to comfort him. The supersoldier couldn't speak, so he simply nodded, eyes still set on the brunette in the parademics' care.

The next few hours were a blur of activity. The EMTs taking Tony into an ambulance, requesting a teammate to tag along (Steve did just that, telling the others to still report to Fury on their behalf, asked them to tell the director what had happened, that he would get in touch as soon as news comes available), the brunette being taken to the OR, leaving the Captain to wait anxiously. He was seated on one of the armchairs set against the wall, bothered by the fact that he was still wearing his uniform, not as clean as he'd like to be. He received some treatment for his own minor wounds (well, as minor as a broken rib can go), and he was very much thankful for that despite knowing they would be gone in a few hours. The blonde's shield rests against the wall, occupying the empty space behind him as he fiddles with the pages of those magazines the hospital provided, trying his best to reassure himself that Tony would walk away from this just fine. Occasionally, a child and an adult would enter the room, with the kid eyeing the supersoldier curiously, probably wondering why he was here, of all places. At least, that's what he assumed. He did hear about some children talking about how superheroes didn't need anyone to give them medical attention because they were so 'cool' and 'strong'. It didn't make much sense, but he let them believe what they want to believe.

Time went on, and Steve spent it suffering quietly with everyone that went in and out of the waiting room. He was growing restless, but he refused to leave Tony. He will wait as long as he needed to for Tony's reappearance.

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givemethatgold · 8 years ago

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Beach Day

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Being pulled underwater, light drinking Word Count: 2557 A/N: So I’m enjoying writing out memories from my past, taking creative liberties of course, and recreating them as Avengers adventures. They’re not amazingly written, I’d never profess to be a writer. The process is therapeutic for me, so be nice! That being said, I’m always one for improvement, so please leave feedback. Would you like more details? Go into depth regarding character thoughts? What do you like reading?! I am eventually going to run out of memories worth writing about but don’t want to stop writing.

Also, I’m in the Caribbean for a week starting today so this seemed like a good story to write out before I leave! Thank you, I love you my Freaky Darlings!

You woke up with a smile. Not certain why, but you had a feeling that today was going to be amazing. Not wanting to waste a minute of it, you hopped out of bed and threw on your bright yellow shorts and white tank top; feeling the need to look as sunny as you felt.

Your smile only grew at the sight that greeted you upon entering the kitchen area. Steve was making eggs benedict for breakfast, your uncontested favorite dish. Bucky and Sam were bickering over the coffee maker, arguing over the merits of flavoured vs. dark roast beans. Wanda, Clint, and Tony were sitting at the counter, all in varying stages of wakefulness.

Then Natasha pranced into the room and it was like Christmas had come early, “I can’t find any intel on Hydra, terrorist, or alien activity. Hell, even the President seems to be taking a day off.”

You all looked at each other with a gleam in your eyes, knowing what this meant. This was a day off. A break from thanklessly saving the world, from scrutiny, from hero worship and fear. You lived for these days, where you could let loose and get foolish. They were your holidays and today was the first one you’ll have had in 5 months.

Tony rubbed his hands together conspiratorially, “What’ll it be today? Amusement Park?-” at the thought of possible clowns Bucky reflexively cringed but Tony either didn’t notice of pretended not to. “-Catch a movie? Head to a bar and shoot some pool?”

Everyone began yelling their own ideas on how they’d like to spend their time. You heard someone mention cooking classes, a male voice suggesting the mall, even reclusive Wanda was getting swept up in the hype and was pleading with Steve to teach her how to ride his motorcycle.

“How about a day at the beach?” Sam spoke up with his own suggestion, “It was shaping up to be a gorgeous day while I was out on my run earlier.” You all went silent as you mulled the idea over, trying to remember the last time you’d even been. It was at least five or six years ago for you.

“I’ve never had one of those,” Bucky’s eyes had gone soft for a split second but he quickly recovered back to his stoic features, “Not really my thing.”

“Bikinis, babes, beer, sand, sun…yeah sounds lame. You stay here to brood and leave it all for me then.” Sam smirked, always knowing how to push Buck’s buttons.

You knew Bucky better than everyone, even Steve who was still having a hard time separating post-war Bucky from who he was today. You had only ever known Bucky from his time as The Winter Soldier turned Avenger, you could see right through his poor excuse and quietly pulled Tony aside to see if he’d approve of your game plan.

You would have been out of the compound sooner, but it took almost a full half hour to convince Bucky to come. You knew he hated being in public, the negative attention his presence drew weight heavily on his psyche. Also, the beach usually meant swimming, which usually meant taking off clothes. For a super soldier with a body like his, you’d think this wouldn’t be an issue but Bucky was extremely self conscious about his bionic arm and the scarring where metal met flesh.

You took a break from playfully begging him to look him in the eye and very seriously remind him that he could trust you. That statement finally got his feet moving and soon everyone was gathering in the hanger.

You were all packed into one of Stark’s private jets. Much to his chagrin you had packed a cooler on board filled with beer and snacks even thought the jet came with a fully loaded bar and kitchen. Everyone’s mood was light and Tony even allowed each of you to help pick the playlist for the 2 hour flight. Taking up this much of the day was a risk you were willing to take if it meant that everyone on the team could relax. Opening a bag of candy, you leaned back in your seat and looked around at the group, smiling at how relaxed everyone was.

Once you reached your destination you all clambered out of the jet to look around. Tony’s ‘beach house’ on his ‘small’ private island could have held a group twice your size with ease. The villa was surrounded by lush vegetation and you could just make out the sight of the beach behind a break in the trees.

You and Wanda made eye contact and simultaneously started giggling jumped into each other’s arms. Being friends with Tony could be a paint in the ass but it was worth it for perk like this. The two of you starting running for the beach, leaving the rest of the team to deal with the bags and coolers.

“Thank youuuuu!” You threw over your shoulder at Sam’s indignant “Hey!”

You found the perfect spot in the sand, just around a bend in the shoreline and out of site from the house. You could suntan nude here if you felt like it, the idea making you blush. You were startled out of your thoughts by Bucky spreading out your beach blanket and plopping himself down; cracking a beer while shoving licorice into his mouth.

“Hey buster, this is my spot!” you glared halfheartedly, not entirely minding the idea of sharing the blanket with him.

Bucky just laughed through his nose and took great care in wiggling his body around in order to get more comfortable on the sand, making it clear he wasn’t moving (much to your delight).

Before you could take your place next to him Natasha was calling for you from the edge of the water next to the ‘dock’. Tony really needed to work on his underwhelming descriptions...

Natasha and Wanda ran to the end and flawlessly dove into the crystalline water while you opted for the ladder, carefully sliding yourself in. The three of you were floating in the water, enjoying the heat of the sun. Eventually you called for the others to join you, wanting everyone to get the full experience of a beach day. Running down the dock Clint and Sam jumped in and started swimming laps around you as you slowly floated your way farther from shore. The laughter continued as you all joked while swimming. You and Nat ganging up on Clint, splashing water at him which escalated to him diving under the water and tugging on your feet, making your head slip beneath the water’s surface.

Immediately you starting panicking, thrashing around trying to break his hold on you. He must not know, how could he know, that being underwater was your worst fear. Your mind and body went temporarily blank from shock and fear and you suddenly realized you were sinking. Before the realization could effect you further you felt a cool arm snake around your waist, pulling you up towards the surface. Bucky.

Once your head broke the surface you gasped for air and clung to the body who was holding you almost as tight. A bare chested body. Even in your panicked state you celebrated the fact that he had felt comfortable enough to take his shirt off.

“Y/N! What happened? I’m so sorry!” Clint was treading water near you, apologizing profusely, unsure about what he did but feeling terrible regardless.

“It’s okay,” you choked out, coming to your senses, “Just a lingering fear from an accident a long time ago. It’s okay, Clint. It’s okay!” You attempted a smile and a wave of dismissal as Bucky swam, then walked you back to your blanket never letting his grip on you lessen.

He sat down with you on his lap, still in his arms and looked at you with worry. “You sure you’re alright?” he asked, being the one person on the team who knew about the ‘incident’ he knew how badly you could be reacting.

“Yes, Buck. Thanks,” your heart rate had been back to normal but looking up into his steely blues you felt it spike again. Not wanting to linger on your little freak-out and risk spoiling the day you decided to distract yourself and him, “How-how on earth did you get to me so fast?! I didn’t even realize you could swim with this thing-” knocking on his metal arm “-never mind rescue a damsel in distress!”

“I was watching you,” he admitted with a small blush. “Was already halfway to you when I saw Clint dive under: had a feeling something might happen.”

What had you done in a past life to allow you to have such an amazing person in this one? Bucky was nothing like the obedient war machine the public assumed him to be. After a few seconds you realized you were staring at him and hadn’t responded, crackling tension filled the air.

The sound of your stomach rumbling saved your from acknowledging the moment. Bucky laughed at the loud growl and stood up, slowly allowing your legs down so you could support yourself. He held you close for a beat too long; apparently you weren’t the only one who would miss the close contact. Hmmm...

The two of you made your way to the patio were Tony had his staff set up a buffet of BBQ’d meats, platters of fresh fruit, and even an ice sculpture of Cap’s shield. That man loved to flirt with the line of propriety.

Stomach full, Bucky had resumed his former position on your blanket and promptly fallen asleep in the sun. You let him sleep for as long as possible but soon you just couldn’t let the opportunity pass. Stepping as quietly as you could you snuck up to the sleeping beauty clutching a glass in your hands. After a moment of enjoying the peaceful look on his face you let the ice water from your cup drip onto his chest. With a hell he jerked awake and swung his leg out, taking you down in one fell swoop. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even though your ass was sore from the harsh landing and your pride was bruised from being taken down so easily by a sleeping man. He glared at you, scooped the few remaining ice cubes off his chest, and made to grab you.

Predicting his actions you shrieked and scrambled backwards in an embarrassingly klutzy crab walk, trying to get away from his retaliation. Not that you stood a chance against the super soldier, but you were enjoying how flirty and carefree this back-and-fort teasing was today. Natasha, the traitor, blocked your path and allowed Bucky to pin you to the sand. You were victorious at least in the ensuing scuffle at getting him to drop the ice cubes, so you shot him a sassy smile and claimed a truce.

He only gave you a closed lipped smile, eye shining with laughter. Your breath halted in your chest when Bucky lowered his head towards you and started nuzzling his way down your neck, a cold stream on your skin following his movements making you gasp. Pulling his head back up Bucky grinned at you, exposing the chunk of ice he’d hidden in his mouth.

Well shit. You were so fucking turned on you were rendered speechless.

“So, what happens now?” Bucky asked loud enough so the group could hear but maintained eye contact with you, giving the statement a double meaning.

“Now,” Tony sassed at him, “You start us a fire.” Tossing Bucky a pack of matches then motioning towards the fire pit situated a few yards up from the beach. Soon you were all sitting in a circle, mesmerized by the flames. Marshmallows were passed around along a bottle of Vodka that popped up out of Natasha’s bag.

A few of the guys got up to throw around a football, the scene so stereotypical and normal it hurt your heart knowing that this was a first for a few of them. You began to wonder what life would have been like, had you all managed to stay out of war zones. You knew this line of thought was pointless and that you and Bucky would have existed in different times, so you forced the melancholy aside and just enjoyed the view.

The evening wore on and the eight of you found yourselves splayed over your towels and blanket, watching the dying embers of the fire. Sam began to make jokes and asking everyone who he ‘was supposed to be’. Steve was the only one not finding Sam’s impressions hilarious. Partly because he was the only one sober and partly because they were mostly of him. While everyone was distracted by Sam trying to dig his way out of the hole he had dug, Bucky grabbed your hand and tugged you to your feet.

You two slowly made your way to the dock hand-in-hand, enjoying the intimate moment. You weren’t dating by any stretch of the term but every so often Bucky would pull you close to share a quiet moment or hug you tight after a mission, taking solace in the close proximity of someone he cared about. Although, after the flirtatious events of today, you were wondering if something more concrete was a possibility. The sun was setting across the ocean and the sky was awash in oranges and pinks. You settled yourselves down on the weathered wooden planks and dipped your feet in the warm water. Resting your weight onto your elbows you leaned back to enjoy the painted sky. After a few minutes you realized Bucky was humming a tune, listening harder you could just make out Otis Redding’s Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay.

You absentmindedly started singing along, and after faltering slightly once he realized you could hear, Bucky continued to hum and eventually sing along with you.

It was getting dark and the team needed to get back to the compound to prepare for whatever would come tomorrow. You and Bucky jumped up and jogged towards Clint and Wanda who were already packing everything up. Your efforts were slowed because nothing could be put into the jet without Tony inspecting it, making sure all the sand had been dusted off. Finally, after the precocious billionaire was satisfied, you were allowed to board.

Steve was the only one in their right mind to fly and Sam opted to keep him company as a way of making amends for all the teasing earlier. Tony, Wanda, Nat, and Clint settled themselves in the lounge area. Music already blasting and amber liquid being poured into glasses.

This left you and Bucky alone in the back of the plane, much to your delight. Buck pulled you down onto to plush couch, settling himself at an angle with his legs stretched out on your side of the floor. So, following his lead, you twisted around too but propped your legs up onto the seat. Bucky grabbed your feet and placed them on his lap, softly massaging the arches with his knuckles. With a smile you closed your eyes and leaned your head back to rest on the arm of the couch, enjoying the feel of his cool metal hand on your sun-heated skin. His hands slowly working their way up your legs were causing goosebumps and you hoped in vain he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey,” he called to you softly causing you to open your eyes and lift your head to look at him. “Thank you. For today. I know it was you who asked Tony to take us here. It worked, ya know, being away from the public eye allowed me to relax. I even forgot about this-” he flexed out his metal arm “-for a while. So, thank you. I owe you.”

While he’d been talking you had sat up and your bodies slowly migrated towards each other until you were mere inches apart. Glancing down at his mouth, you subconsciously licked your lips and whispered “Well you’d better start making it up to me.”

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