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andiwanderer · 3 years ago

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Apocalypse

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Rundown: Who would have thought zombies will exist in this time of year.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

MASTERLIST

It was quiet. Only a few sounds are being heard, even ants crawling can be heard through the silence. Every single day passed like this. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that damned solution and the reason it was made.

People of today wanted to have amnesia because, for them, it's some sort of a breakthrough from the painful things they are dealing with.

Getting hit by a car, hitting your head on the floor, drinking? Possibly, though it's temporary, and all of these examples have a half percent of survival. You just want to forget your life, but when death spots his interest in you, life will be its price.

Dealing with a kind of pain that half of the humans deal with every single day—since it was new to you, you can't handle it.

So you decided to make a solution designed to make a person forget.

People suffer from broken hearts, and it can also help people who suffer trauma, health problems but for you, mainly for your shattered heart.

You don't want to feel the idea of being left, it prodded your mind every single day. You're a damn scientist so you made the possibility of having a memory wiped out without experiencing pain, absolutely rejecting the idea of the process of how it was made to a certain super-soldier.

You were very persistent in making the solution. Working day and night in your lab, perfecting the elements meticulously.

Not long after the solution was put in clinical trials and to be tested on an actual living organism.

When it was injected into the volunteer, your entire team was hands full as you monitored the changes in her mental and physical movements.

It took three days for the solution to do its job. The volunteer is claimed to be free of memories.

This procedure was given consent by the volunteer and her family was aware and approved it, they are the ones expected to take care of this young heart as the final observations take place and can be released to recover in their home.

After the success of the first volunteer, nine more signed in to be experimented on.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you do know that the heart never forgets, and even if you forget its history is still there. You may not remember it but someone will. It will never be erased."

You take in his words, agreeing, not meeting his gaze focused on the notes you are writing.

"And how do you know this girl you experimented with it on will not remember her memories later on? It will take years for this to be perfect."

Your brows shot up, eyes met his, "Dad, are you convincing me not to do this to myself?"

Tony sighs, lost of words he chews his lower lip and averted his stare.

You can't help but release a small laugh. "I'll be fine, if this fails then that's it." you gave him a smile, "I'll stop and try to cope with my emotions but for now, let me do this. There are people who are expecting this idea to exist, I'm doing them and myself a favor. I promise if this does not work out the way we planned, I'll stop. Now, you told me you have a mission why are you still here?"

Your name was on the headlines, a young blood synthesized a solution that shook the entire medical industry.

There were different reactions to your discovery and clearly not everyone is pleased with this idea. However you don't care, you purposefully made it for yourself not them, they can eat shit.

As soon as The Avengers heard the news, you were congratulated by them sending messages. You actually appreciated it, anxious if they dislike the idea. You received messages from them except Bucky.

Had he seen it? You thought. Probably he did, stupid. Why would he message me?

With this accomplishment, as soon as Tony got back from their mission he threw a party for you at the Avengers Tower.

Your entire team of scientists was present, the party goes on.

"You look gorgeous." your head turned, taking in the presence of the newcomer.

Your heart beats faster as he walked towards you, cheeks suddenly becoming warm. "Thank you, you don't look bad yourself."

He looks good as always.

Averting your attention to the scenery, you admire the lights below you. Ignoring the heartache you are feeling. Silence fell between the two of you, so you decided to break it.

"Why are you out here? The party is inside," you glanced over your shoulder through the glass, there are still people.

His eyes following where your gaze was, "I could ask you the same thing." his eyes softly meeting your gaze but held sadness. "I wanted to congratulate you in person."

"Oh, thank you." Just that, a simple thank you. What will she say oh, thank you I made it because of you.

"Did you ever consider using it?"

Your brow raised "to myself?"

He nodded.

You sighed "I don't know, I'm honestly thinking about it."

Silence.

"I'm sorry, I really am."

"I love you, still."

You both said at the same time.

"Y/N..." Bucky sighs.

"Take me back... I know you still love me..."

"Doll, darling, we talked about this... I don't wanna hurt you."

"Please?"

He didn't say anything but reached for her wrist and brings her to his arms, embraced her, hand rubbing her back up and down while her arms wrapped around him.

"I just want you to be okay, you deserve better."

"But you are better..." She murmured.

"I wish... But it's for your safety." You felt him kiss your hair. For the third time silence envelopes the two of you.

Not until you were contacted by your colleague to go to the lab, five days later of sulking. ASAP.

You were met with a "We have a problem." as soon as you got in the establishment.

Three families had contacted the team because, in their own words, their children were acting strange.

You immediately went to work.

It turns out after this is injected into a person, for a few days their memory will start to blurry as they go through the process of forgetting their memory, it doesn't stop there because it damages the brain as the solution makes the brain swell. The injected person won't be able to intake knowledge as they'll continue to forget even the simplest things.

The solution moves through the bloodstream so it affects the blood as well as where it travels.

And they had brought the three volunteers eight days ago.

"Bring the other forty-seven volunteers in. Now."

Their families are angry, alright.

Fifty glass-enclosed rooms surround an empty center where you stood. Looking at your work.

White-eyes, veiny neck, mouth agape, and pale skin.

What have I done?

The team is working on series of tests and a possible cure for this catastrophe that you made.

Guilt washes over you as you scan each faces that you had ruined. Blank faces stare at you.

Feeling tired, you retreat back to your room.

Where did I go wrong...

Does this mean zombies will now exist?

Are they all contained?

Miss Stark is still MIA

It only meant one thing, the chemist, Y/N Stark brought this havoc to--

You looked over your shoulder, "Why did you turn it off? What they're telling is true."

"No. You didn't sweetheart. it's just a flaw in your solution. We can fix this."

"Papa, don't sugar coat it. I'm still the one who did it...it was my stupid idea." You grip the ends of your blanket hoping the warmness it brings can soothe your frustrated mind. "What are you doing here anyway?

"It has been a month, you had been busy"

You met his eyes giving him a dumbfounded look, obviously.

"Don't you miss your old man?"

"How's Pepper?"

"Ouch--she's worried. Things had been piling upon you, you had no one beside you. We are worried. Barnes is also worried-- we all are."

"Why isn't he here?"

"Oh yeah, why isn't he here? actually beat me on my way here."

"He is?"

"Yeah, he visits reg started a month ago. I am guilty he had been spending time with you while I-"

He was here.

It made your heart beat faster.

He saw the emotion on your face, realization hit him

"Oh--shit. I thought you were back together. Didn't think to ask him."

"I miss him dad... and don't pout I missed you too. I appreciate you're here. Thank you, papa. I love you.

"My sweet girl. I love you too. Everything will be all right." He kissed your forehead. "We'll fix this mess."

"You were right. I was planning on taking the solution." You see his reflection on the glass as he approached you.

He settled beside you, hands tucked inside his pants. Eyes roaming the room of people who had taken the damned solution.

"I made this. I'm sorry, Bucky..." tears made their way down your face. "I'm sorry."

Bucky wants to hold you and tell you it's okay. Against it but want to break his resolve. He doesn't want to see you cry. "Come here," he opened his arms allowing you to fit where you belong.

You nuzzled your face to his neck. Embracing him tightly, embracing the warmth he gives. You missed this. He then kissed your hair smelling the fragrance is missing every single day.

"Will you take me back..." you whispered.

Bucky sighs, "Y/N..."

"No .. don't say it don't reject me.. Can't take it anymore... I love you so much, I can't." You looked up to see his face, mouth slightly open, steel blue eyes meeting yours. "I love you."

That is when you pressed your lips against his, you felt his body tensed but reciprocated the kiss.

Emotions were coursing through as your lips molded in a dance only the two of you knew.

God, you missed him so much. Missed everything about him.

Does he feel the same thing to me?

Bucky suddenly pulled himself back. You were in a daze but when you opened your eyes guilt was shown on his face.

Your heart dropped. You had crossed boundaries, just like before.

You took a step back and wiped your face. Dread coursed over you.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He had gotten over you.

"I'm sorry." Turned yourself and vanished through one of the laboratory's hallways, not giving him a chance to talk.

As the days go by, you continued to work.

With this sudden news about your product, people are cautious, criticizing and openly saying their own opinion.

The spokesman of your team answered them that you are already taking care of it and the antidote is on the way.

It was until the first time an antidote was tested on the victim.

Patient #1 is calm sitting on its cot as you injected the liquid into its arm. In this distance, you can see its face is starting to pale and its eyes are clouding. You can also smell faint rotten flesh.

You did this.

Observing the patient as you stood, syringe in hand. When there were no changes, you step out of the glass encasing.

"Y/N watch out!"

Two of your colleagues rushed to the glass containment and went to close its door. The patient inside had its hand a few distances from you as trying to reach, but you were pushed out of the way and your colleague was the one it had gripped.

You and the others in the room act fast as you try to get her not hurting the both of them.

One screamed in pain when patient one impaled its teeth on her clothed wrist.

Your reaction was fast as your fist met its face making it stumble back on its feet.

"Close it now-"

A scream erupted behind you, red splashed in front of your face.

You caught your colleague's limp body, attention at your first patient as it brings it to its mouth eating what you reckon the heart of your friend as though it was very hungry.

Hell is about to break loose.

You are mourning but you don't have time to lose.

The media has gotten information on what occurred two days prior despite the fact of strictly ordering that what happened stays inside.

These people.

You closed yourself from others because of guilt and the stress to make these occurrences controlled but that doesn't seem to happen.

These are just glass, do they have strength like those in the movies?

I hope not. But we should enhance these glasses as soon as possible.

Soon should be at the moment and not the next two days.

"Y/N, I think you need to contain me too... I was bitten and in the movies... We cannot take any chances."

So there she is smiling sadly at you behind the glass wall.

"It's going to be okay."

"I lost my daughter!"

"We are well aware of that, Stark. You lost a loved one. But aren't we all?" bitterness laced the senator's voice. "So the only thing you can do is to finish what she started."

"This is not her fault."

"Don't justify her actions! She started this! If she took her break-up like a mature woman this wouldn't have happened!"

"Don't bring Barnes or my daughter into this, Johnson."

"Oh yeah? We all know if it weren't because of the Winter Soldier--"

"Senator," Captain's voice came from the doorway, "I think that is enough, this will not help anything. Now we have to look past our differences and handle this chaos like grown men. Your blame will not be of any help, if you want to act childish then just keep it to yourself and get out of our sight, with all due respect."

Clearly embarrassed, the senator walked out.

Steve crossed his distance towards Tony.

"I still can't believe I lost her. It has been three months now." He massaged his temple, tears threatening to fall on his face. "My baby..."

"Tony, we miss her too," particularly by a certain steel blue-eyed brunet.

Your father sighed, keeping the tears at bay. "I know you're not here just to scold that square pants, what is it?"

Steve lightly smiled at the term he named the senator, he knows that reference. "We are opening the dome. Our communicators had detected a frequency from the inside, survivors." He eyed Tony, "it's time to suit up."

As of today, the antidote is not yet found, if it even has a chance to be produced.

You jolted awake, not aware that you fell asleep in the first place. The memory was so vivid you forgot that you are living far beyond that timeline.

Torturous five months had passed since the virus spread all over New York.

Turns out you weren't that careful enough as a patient managed to break its glass confinement and the huge glass that kept them from reaching all of you. They had gotten out of the facility slaughtering people that they get a sight on.

Guns don't work on them neither are knives. Decapitating their heads is the only way to make them stop, you found that out the hard way.

It didn't help when suddenly the majority of the population had turned into one of them in only a span of 24 hours which caused panic all over the world.

A dome-like structure was reinforced covering a huge area of space, making all of the place dark. It prevents these so-called zombies from roaming out of the map and infecting people, it also prevents people from escaping this hell hole unless rescue opens it from the outside.

People were relocated to a safe place behind the walls of the dome before the outbreak became even worse than what is happening.

You were left in your quiet laboratory, locked all of the ins and outs of the place, and stayed inside as the fight goes on outside.

No one came, not even your dad to look for you. Probably assuming for the worst. Leaving you alone.

It gives you time to work on your new solution to counteract your previous one.

You had been selfish for once but the people around you suffered the consequence.

It had crossed your mind, ending your life, but one small part of your conscience where lies the guilt says you can still fix this mess--this apocalypse you created.

Even if you didn't, you felt you had taken innocent lives because of your selfish reasons that you kept justifying that it'll help humankind which only does the opposite.

You just hope your family is not one of them, you're hoping that much.

You had once heard a movement in your lab but you kept yourself hidden in a secret compartment inside the floor. Afraid that you might get turned or eaten. You have to make a cure at least before you might turn into the worst-case scenario.

It feels calming to see the sky sprinkle water to the lands which you can't figure out how, the fact that the place is surrounded by a giant dome preventing even the light from the sun from coming in, but the rain does. Not minding it, you went out the rooftop and enjoyed the calmness the droplets of water bring.

Gives you time to think about things, it's not as if you don't have all the time in the world.

Not until you are sneezing all over the place. You pouted, you just wanted to have fun for a bit, tightening the grip of the blanket over you.

You only needed a zombie that you can experiment with it onto.

When the door behind you opened. A figure welcomed itself on your facility, crawling.

You forgot to lock the damned door.

Stepping backward opting to go on your hiding spot, you fell on your bum, biting your lip to stifle your whimper from the pain.

Praying for your life, you watched as the zombie crawled its way to you.

Tears were starting to trail down your face as your life flashes in front of you.

James. Bucky, you missed him.

You regret everything, you want to make up to the people you affected because of that damned drug you made.

You want to live.

But that seemed to be impossible as the zombie's figure neared you.

Your breathing, stopped eyes widened as it crawled past you.

It passed you.

Your head whipped to where it just went.

It was just crawling straight ahead, searching for something that ain't you.

How is this possible...

You watched it as you figured what will it do next.

But you can't help it, snot is about to run down your nose, so you sniffed--in a bad time.

Its head turned to you in a blink of an eye, startling you. Eyes empty, face has streaks of blood.

Oh, shit.

It heard a noise, but did nothing, head facing forward, and continued trudging the floor to nowhere.

How did that happen? It was not common for them to ignore human flesh.

You looked at the door where it came in. One theory in mind.

Is it because I'm sick?

You continued formulating this new solution, now with a test subject.

You had proven that these zombies will not harm you if you are sick thinking that you are already dead for they only consume the healthy ones.

In addition to your discovery, they can also be healed from the inside and the rest will follow.

This is the progress your companion is giving you for the past few days. You can see the changes, although still quiet, her skin is starting to have its lost flesh. Along with her progress are her eyes, which before was clouded with a white hue now you're staring at her obvious amber eyes.

It's going to be okay

After a year this was your first attempt at going out of your safe fort. This is the moment you had chosen to finally cross the hordes of zombies towards the walls of the dome and get help.

An eerie breeze met your exposed skin. On your arms, you are supporting Girly's weight as the both of you walk in short steps.

You had named her Girly, just because you didn't know her name.

Your surrounding is quiet but not empty. You were certain behind the corners of buildings zombies are roaming.

You figured this will be a long walk so as soon as you saw a car, you made your way there. Hot wiring it, you maneuvered the vehicle to the fastest route towards the border.

With the engine of the car making noise, it attracts your unwanted creation.

It took a day to reach your destination, but before you made it there the car stalled.

"Fuck!" you assumed that you are already out of gas, you looked at Girly who still looks pale and weak but awake, "You okay?" you asked casually as if she's going to answer but to your surprise, she nods which made you smile and pat her head.

No choice, you assist her with her weight once again and walked through. As you scan the walls of the dome it made you nervous when you see that there aren't any visible doors to walk in and it's opaque which made it hard to see the other side.

A growl made you look over your shoulder. There were zombies behind your back, they seemed alert but you hope they aren't hungry. You are sure you had drawn them because of the car.

They are trailing behind you. It made you double your steps. You had virus all over both of you from the sample of yours months back, but you can't take any chances because they are plenty of them. You are determined to survive along with your survivor.

You turned your back to the wall and scanned the crowd. It made you think you might not survive this. You are afraid. Very. That is when they are already nearing you, you stumbled back.

Strong arms caught your fall and quickly drags the both of you in behind the walls of the dome that was closed earlier. Just before the zombies lunged at the open space, in a blink of an eye the entrance was nowhere to be seen as the walls were formed by a glitch.

It made you catch your breath but when a familiar scent caught your nose you looked up to your savior.

His eyes widened, didn't give you time to speak as his arms wrapped tight around you. His face is buried in your hair, you can feel wetness in them. He is crying which made you cry and hold him even tighter.

"Bucky..."

"Oh, Y/N..." You felt him kiss your forehead. When you open your eyes tears were trailing down his handsome face.

The noise that surrounds you drowned as you are encased by your own bubble.

You brought your hand in his face, tracing his jaw. You never thought you"ll see him again. His steel-blue eyes that brings you calmness.

He kissed your hair, hand behind your head bringing you to lean your head to his head kissing it again, his litany becoming clear to you. "I'm sorry." When he suddenly kneeled in front of you hugging you on your waist. "Forgive me, my love," he said in between his sobs. "I thought I lost you for good."

Tears still making their way down your face, you kneeled beside him and you hugged him.

Calloused hand on your cheeks made you face him, he kissed your forehead trailing down to the bridge of your nose and finally your lips.

You forgot the worries you had moments ago, you didn't care if he pushed you away a year ago, you just wanted him. Your first lover, your heartbreaker, your fiance, almost-husband.

You missed this kind of moment, you missed him.

You sighed when you break the kiss. Bucky brought your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss.

"Forgive me. I was an idiot I never thought leaving you will cause this much... It was my fault darling. Forgive me... I kept you away from me to keep you safe because of these tendencies that I might lose control but I'm free now my love." his eyes meet yours "I'm sorry for rejecting you. I really am. I love you. I'm torn when I pushed you away, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, I can't function a whole day without you even if you're just streets away. But when I thought you left me already, I wasn't able to tell you I love you with all of me. I was gone. I can't think that you're dead. Please tell me you're real. Because I can't."

Bucky's hold on your hand tightened as you are the anchor to this world.

"Honey, 'm real," you whispered, answering his hold on your hand with a squeeze. "I'm at fault here Bucky. It was my despair that made me thinking of forgetting you and it made me sick to think of it every time. I was against it, justifying it was for the ones who needed it, did it anyway. I killed people, Bucky. I can't..." tears continue to fall on your face.

"I don't blame you, sweet girl, I deserve it. Breaking a doll's heart, I'm the stupidest person on Earth, swore not to hurt you but I did."

"You're my stupid." In between his tears, he chuckled and kissed you again. Forehead pressing against you. "I love you."

"I love you, sweetheart." stealing a kiss from your lips once again. "It's going to be okay."

"Y/N is that you?" When you looked up, you saw your father, his nano-tech suit disappearing. Behind him were Pepper and Natasha.

You leaped out of Bucky's hold to Tony's waiting arms. "Papa!" hugging you tightly, he kissed the top of your head.

"You stubborn kid," his voice wavering, "I thought you were dead. Don't do it again. You're grounded." hugging you tightly.

You smiled through your tears, your hand reached behind Tony to Pepper which she reached, squeezing it, smiling at you from tears.

When you turned to Natasha, she's gently smiling at you, "You owe me a breakfast. Cook me back to health." you nodded at her with that thought you remember Girly. You break your hug with your father.

Girly is already in Steve's arms, assisting her along with the medics.

"Dad," bringing his attention to you, "I can reverse this."

Bucky was now beside you, interested.

"Girly over there, she became one of those you are keeping behind these walls. I had synthesized another solution, and she became my patient, been nursing her back to health for six months. That is her now." Nodding to where Girly was.

A cold hand slipped into yours, intertwining. When you looked at it, it was Bucky's vibranium hand. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes already staring at you with adoration. "Let's give it a shot."

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