#ok i tried to limit the pictures so it offers a bit of atmosphere or paragraph breaks

[lichtecht]

PART 17

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Bökh: „Over 20 years ago, there was also a boarding school here, as you might know. And there were teachers that were good and others that were less good. And there were Externs and Internals. And there was a boy who was as homesick as you, Uli. And who read as much as Martina. Loved cake like Matze. And wanted to become a pop star, like you, Jo. And he had an enemy. His name was Robert. He was an Extern from the town here. And although this Robert seemed the have everything the boy wanted, he still picked on him. Pushed him around and made fun of him… Well, like the Externs have done with the Internals for generations, right.“

Jo: „And vice versa.“ Bökh: „Exactly. And vice versa.“ Bökh: „…yes. And one day, the boy’s mother got sick. She was brought here to Kirchberg into the hospital and the boy snuck away from the boarding school every day to visit her. And one day he was caught by the boarding school director. And he got grounded.“

Martina: „Couldn’t he just say what was up?“ Bökh: „No, because it was a very… cold and stern man whom he didn’t trust. And Robert in turn knew from his father, who was a doctor at the hospital, that the boy’s mother was fighting for her life there. So he offered his help."

Bökh: „And so every night he layed in the boarding school bed in place of the boy. So that he could visit his mother. And then they became really good friends. Even had a band together. They weren’t all that bad.“ (sighs) Bökh: „I certainly don’t need to tell you who this boy was, right?" All of the kids in unison: „You, Herr Bökh.“ Bökh: „Exactly. And why I’m telling you this story.“ Uli: „I think I understand it.“

Matze: „So we get Chips and Lemonade?“

(chuckling)

Jo: „The Externs today aren’t like that.“ Bökh: „Jo, I obviously care about two things. Firstly; rules are well and good, but not as important as humanity. Ok? And secondly I want you to trust me, that you’re not afraid to come to me. Okay?“

The kids nod.

Bökh looks at his watch.

Bökh: „Alright. I need to get a bit of work done now.“ Martina: „But what happened to Robert?“

Bökh slumps back in his seat with a heavy sigh.

Bökh: „Ach. Robert, he… I think he later studied medicine in the city. Ah, we unfortunately lost touch.“

Jo: „Why?“ Bökh: „… Well, that- That happens sometimes when you become an adult, then… suddenly, your closed loved ones are gone.“ Jo: „… What, just like that?“

Bökh nods silently.

Bökh: „… Mhm.“ Matze: „How sad… I think friends should always stick together.“ Bökh: „Yeah, exactly.“ Jo: „Can’t you prevent that somehow?“ Bökh: „Yes. We need to look out for each other. Ok?“ Bökh: „Alright. I need to get a bit of work done now. Take your lemonades with you.“

The kids scuffle and stand up. Jo takes a bowl of chips with her as well.

Uli: „Thank you."

[originofjaehyun]

Interlude: No More Drama | Part 5 | Day Dream

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 3,496

Warnings: None

Part 5 | Day Dream

“Oh you and I falling further for love.”

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The amber flickers at the end of his lighter, lighting up one of the ends of his cigarette. He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke into the air, leaving a trail of grey smoke. A tall dapper figure approached him, with the sound of the ice hitting the plastic glass filled with deep-brown liquid.

“Mind if I join?” Johnny said to him, already hung his cigarette in between his lips.

“I can use a company,” passing him his lighter, this is the usual afternoon after lunch for both Johnny and Jaehyun. They would go for a cigarette break at the smoking area while catching up on things. It can be work-related, or sometimes on personal subjects.

“So, it’s been three months. How’s everything?” Johnny asked while passing back the lighter after successfully lighting up his cigs.

“If you’re asking me how she’s doing, I think you know it better than I am. You’re constantly emailing her with the project. I bet you talk to her more than I did.”

“Seriously?” He lets out a puff, filling the room with his smoke. 

“Dude, it’s been three months and there’s no progress? I won’t be surprised if [Y/N]’s going to leave you for another man.”

Jaehyun tried to keep his calm, inhaling another breath of his cigarette, “It’s not like that,”

“I’m just… trying to be careful. We went on a few dates and she’s wonderful. I feel like every time we went out, even just to the nearby street food stalls, everything just sparkled and I could listen to her laughter every day.”

Johnny furrowed his brows, “You know that doesn’t add up, right? Did you hear yourself? You’re smitten, Jaehyun!”

Glints of flame appear on the end of Jaehyun’s cigarette. He is lost in his thoughts, not answering Johnny.

“Hey, look. I know you’re in… a difficult situation Jae. But think about it, she might be the one, but she might not be either. There’s no harm in trying, right?”

“But what if she’s the one, Johnny? The last thing that I would want to do is to hurt her feelings.”

Johnny used the hands that he didn’t use to hold his cigarette to support his forehead, grumbles, “I get it, and I get you can’t just tell anyone out of the blue about it too. But I hope you can give this one a chance. It’s been a long while since I saw you all over someone, and I know [Y/N]’s is not as weak as you thought she was. She’s amazing, I think she’d be the one you can tell about this.”

There’s a pause in between, space only filled with their huffs. The smoke waltzes in the air, making the room tasted like a jaundiced tar.

It’s been too long since he was selfless.

“Now you said it that way,” Jaehyun said, exhaling the grey smoke, “I might have to put my dib on her first. Who knows, someone might steal her away.”

Crescent moons emerged from Johnny’s eyes, “That’s what I’m talking about!” He then used his free arm to embrace Jaehyun, pulling his shoulder.

“By that someone,” Jaehyun then rolled his eyes to Johnny, “I mean it’s you.”

It replaces the dark, cloudy room atmosphere with laughter.

–

“Baking class?”

“Yes, I thought I can prove to you that I can cook fairly well.” The sound of the car’s engine was heard from the other side. It seems like Jaehyun just went home, and it’s almost 10 PM.

“Well cooking and baking is an entirely different thing, you know?”

“And that is exactly why I think the baking class is a great idea. I’m a great cook, if I may say so. I baked a bit during high school but that is when I…”

He paused.

“Jaehyun? Hello?” You called for him, wondering if the signal was disturbed.

“Oh yeah, I was saying,” He cleared his throat, “I think it would be fun. I actually already booked two tickets for us in advance, because the class that I’m taking is actually quite popular.”

That’s very sweet. You thought to yourself, “What if I say I wouldn’t come? That’s very brave of you thinking that I would just agree to it.”

He chuckled, “I don’t know, I guess I’ll take Johnny. I pretty much know his schedule and he’s free that day. I think.”

You burst out in laughter, “Two male adults taking a baking class? That’s adorable!” You pictured Jaehyun and Johnny both in aprons, decorating their cakes as you tried to bite your laughter. “You sure I wouldn’t get in your way to have the perfect date with Johnny?”

“Of course I would prefer to do it with you!” He sulked, “I mean, we’ve been going around coffee shops and I think a different date setup would be nice, no?”

“I'm just kidding, Jaehyun.” You decided not to tease him any longer, “I’ll see you on Saturday?”

He can finally sigh in relief, “Great. I’ll pick you up at your place. I’ll be there at 10 AM?”

“Wait, when is the baking class again?”

“It actually starts at 12. I think we’re not going to make anything that’s overly complicated so it won’t take that much time, but I thought we could grab some coffee first before we went to the class?”

Sweet as ever.

“But it’s Saturdaaay, don’t you think I deserve to have more time with my bed?” You whined, pretending that you have the cutesy charm when in reality you almost don’t have it at all.

You can hear the familiar sound of him letting out a soft chuckle at the other end, “I promise you I can give you better cuddles than your bed? Or we can cuddle first if you want… then I can bring coffees to your place instead.”

“Oh how smooth of you!” You shrieked, grateful that he’s not in front of you to witness your flushed cheeks.

“I’ll take the first coffee offer, thank you. I would probably need it anyway to fill up my daily caffeine intake.”

He laughs, genuine but there’s a slight hint of disappointment, “Alright, I’ll see you on Saturday. I almost reached my place so I’m gonna end the call.”

“Sure, I’ll see you soon.”

You paused before continuing, “Jaehyun?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll also take the cuddle offer if that’s ok with you.” You said to him before planting your face to your pillow out of embarrassment.

He finally laughed, lovingly, “Sure, [Y/N]. I’ll give you plenty.”

–

You took a sip at your hot latte, surprised with how perfect it was.

“How do you know my coffee order?”

He smiled, proceeded to blow his own cup while he guided you to walk to the baking class’ direction, “We went to a lot of coffee dates, [Y/N], it would be weirder if I don’t know your usual order.”

Jaehyun insisted that he would be the one who’ll take the take-away order. He asked you to just sit down and wait at one of the waiting chairs at the cafe. He told you that you’re going to walk to the class from the coffee shop since it is within walking distance but you know he actually wants to talk to you for a bit before going to the lesson. 

You took a glance at him, how could a person be so attentive? You wonder. He took a sip of his own coffee, immediately pushing the cup away from his lips then sticking his tongue out, indicating that the coffee is currently too hot for his liking.

“Aw Jaehyun, I didn’t know you have a cat’s tongue! You always order an iced americano so I never know.”

“Well, today is special since we’re walking outside, and it’s still quite chilly to get myself an iced americano,” He said while licking his lips, trying to subdue the numbness, “But yeah I guess there’s another free fact I give to you, huh?”

He stretched out his hands, asking for yours. Shyly, you took his hand and you intertwined your fingers with him. The weather was indeed rather cold, but Jaehyun's hand was warm. You walked together while he would occasionally swing his hand in excitement. He’s like an adorable golden retriever. You can’t help but to grin every time, and it is contagious as he would lovingly smile at you too.

You finally reached the shop, where the sign reads Kitchen Beat. The store was indeed well known for their pastries. It is a humble bakehouse, but it has recently become very popular due to a reality-show coverage. The cakes they sell are nothing that’s overly groundbreaking, but the taste feels very authentic and feels like a passed-family recipe, therefore gathered loyal customers. Because of that, they’ve been expanding their business to having limited baking class each month. 

“We’re here,” Jaehyun reaffirms that you will certainly attend a class here. “The class is on the second floor. Let’s go.”

He said while still refusing to let go of your hand. The store is busy, but not bustling with people. The atmosphere is cozy, and it feels like Christmas. 

“Hi!” A warm smile came from one of the staff, “Are you going to join our baking class today?”

Jaehyun replied to her smile, dimples poking both of his cheeks, “Yes, I already book 2 slots under the name Jeong Jaehyun.”

The staff nods, while checking the tablet she’s holding. “Yup, two adults for the couple, I assume?” She glanced at the sight of your hands that are still holding Jaehyun's.

“Oh!” You flustered, reactively letting go of his hand. “We’re actually not.”

“Yet.” Jaehyun intercept.

Your cheeks start to flushed in the color bright pink while you shoot a glare at him, embarrassed at why he’s so open about his feelings. The staff burst in laughter, “Well I hope our cakes can help you with that. They really are very good.”

“Please go to the room that has the label Kitchen One. We’re waiting for two more couples to come before we can start our class!”

You and Jaehyun walked to the designated room, and after a few steps you threw a slap onto Jaehyun’s arm.

“Ouch!” He rubs the part of his arm where you landed your slap. “What was that for?”

“Why did you have to tell her about us! You can just lie to her or something.”

“Oh?” He raised one of his brows, “So I can just tell her that we are official?”

You smacked his arm again, followed by him pretending that he’s hurt when in reality you know he can handle your soft punches. 

“You really are like a little firecracker, feisty as always.”

He opened the sliding door, exposing you and him to the audience inside. You are about to reply to his teasing, before you suddenly saw the change of the color on his face.

“Jaehyun?”

His apron was tied very well to his slim waist. His eyes met Jaehyun’s, only causing Jaehyun to tense his jaws. That person immediately approached where you and Jaehyun were, as Jaehyun stopped his steps after that person called him. He was another stunning man, and it makes you wonder what Jaehyun did in his past life to be surrounded with attractive people. 

“Taeyong.” Jaehyun’s voice was low, and faint, signalling that he didn’t want to be the center of attention since now few pair of eyes were in your direction.

“What are you doing here?” Taeyong finally breaks the tension in between them. His tone is not aggressive but you can sense that it is very territorial.

“I’m joining the class. I should be the one...” Jaehyun saw the name tag hanging on Taeyong’s apron. “Right, it makes sense for you to teach here.”

The silence grows louder. Jaehyun still remained in his position, not moving a single inch. You want to try to calm him down, trying to ask him to enter the room first and continue the conversation at one corner instead of in front of everyone. Taeyong finally saw your figure that has been hiding behind Jaehyun.

“So, you got plenty of time,” Taeyong looked briefly at you, “But you can’t afford to contact him?”

“Taeyong.”

“Do you know how much he holds on? Can you imagine how he would feel if he saw you neglecting him, just to see you having the time of your life with some random girl?”

“Yong!” Jaehyun finally raised his voice, “She got nothing to do with this. And if that is how you saw me, by all means label it to me, but don’t drag her.”

Realizing that now you have full attention of the other audiences that had been rudely eavesdropping onto Jaehyun and Taeyong’s conversation, you decided to step in, “Jaehyun? I think we should… move to the side for a bit.”

You can see his facial muscles start to relax. It seems that your voice managed to calm him down. He then holds your hand, trying to find an empty kitchen island so that you and him can start to prep yourself for the class, brushing Taeyong off.

Taeyong tried to stop you, fortunately the staff earlier came in with the last two couples. There were six couples in total, including you and Jaehyun. Thankfully Taeyong got stationed at the other end, and you tried your best to distract Jaehyun from him. You can see Taeyong took a glimpse at your table, every now and then, but you make sure Jaehyun didn’t notice it.

“Good afternoon everyone!” A woman in her mid-40s gathered everyone’s attention. “I’m going to be your main instructor today and we have few teachers that are stationed nearby you to help you during the baking process. For today’s class, we are going to bake our signature fresh cream cake. It’s pretty simple for beginners and it is very suitable to be eaten at this time of the year!”

She clasp both of her hands, “Alright now! Shall we begin?”

–

“I’ll put the cake in the fridge first, yeah?”

You’re back at your place, as there’s no way either you or Jaehyun going to finish a whole cake by yourself. You decided to eat them after having your dinner outside.

The baking class started off pretty rough, with how sensitive Jaehyun was. But you choose not to pry to his personal issues. So you just playfully smudge some cake flour, poking it to his dimples. He almost got his revenge but you’re in luck because the teacher was looking at him and told him not to play with the ingredients. Afterwards, the Jaehyun that you know is back, the warmhearted Jaehyun. It’s also a good thing Taeyong didn’t bother you much during class, as he was also occupied with teaching the other students. He did try to talk to Jaehyun after class, but Jaehyun just simply told him that today is probably not the best time for them to talk.

“Do you want to open the beers now?” He asked you while you’re busy re-arranging the content of your fridge.

“Ah, just leave mine on the counter. I’ll catch you up at the balcony.”

Jaehyun nods in agreement, leaving your share at the counter as instructed. He took his can and walked to the balcony. You’re almost done and you can hear the sound of his lighter.

You opened your can, making him turn his head to you. You walk to his side, resting your head to his arm. 

“You’re not going to ask?” 

You look at him, you were about to fire up your cigs, postponing it by drawing them out of your lips, “I believe you’re going to tell me on your own once you’re ready.”

“I know whatever happened today is probably something that I should never dig without your permission. Besides, it would also feel nicer if you’re going to tell me from your own will. Feels like you fully trusted me, you know?”

You ended your sentence with a smile, causing him to move his head downwards, before making another eye contact with you.

His lips are now pressing together, exposing his smile, “And this is the very reason why I’m grateful that I fall for you.”

You didn’t expect him to suddenly confess like this, so you are a bit taken aback with it. You awkwardly shift your gaze somewhere else, fidgeting on your unlit cigarette.

Jaehyun puts down both his cigarette and his share of beer, moving closer to you. He swiftly crossed his arms over you, forcing you to be within his arm and look at his eyes once more. 

“Oh, uhm, well…”

“I actually don’t understand why you do, actually.” You said as you look at the direction of the skyline, feeling too embarrassed to see him eye-to-eye. “I’ve mentioned that there are prettier girls than me, I bet you’ve met better ones in any other aspects too…”

“[Y/N], I wish you could see how much I love you.”

He cuts you before you could continue. He locks eyes with you and you could see just how deep they really are. The soft warmness of them wraps around you affectionately, but not in the way of those cheesy romance novels. You can tell that what he’s trying to say was true.

“Yes, I might be attracted to you because you’re different. The first time I saw you and talked to you, I can see a bit of me in you. You know, I probably longed for you because you don’t fawn on me in the first place.”

“But that night when I saw you again at Wolfgang’s, I just know I’m not taking anymore chances. The dates we’ve spent, you’ve let me discover a side of me that I didn’t know. I never know I could expose my feelings to someone like this.”

You can feel the heat starting to pile on your face, showing your now flushed cheeks over his confession. Noticing that the wind was a bit harsh, he pulls you closer in his arms. Not that you need another heat-pack, human-sized for it matters, you can also feel Jaehyun’s starting to get very warm too. You return his embrace, snuffling your face to his chest.

“The more days I spend with you, the more I fall for you.”

You swore you can feel the butterflies in your stomach start to fly in every direction. 

“I’m glad I found you. Loving you feels like I’m dreaming.”

He lets out the most genuine smile, eyes glistening with his droplets showing how sincere he is. “[Y/N], I really like how we are right now but I guess I’m quite the ambitious man.”

“Will you let me take care of you?”

You would regret it if you kept hiding in his hug, so you didn’t. You saw him directly to meet his gaze, and can’t help to admit that you feel the same way too.

“You know, Jaehyun, you’re an oddball. You just fall for a stranger, how dangerous could that be?!” 

“But then again, I guess I’m an oddball too. I don’t know, it’s probably the wind, but it keeps pushing me, one step at the time closer to you. And you’re warm, and I like that.”

Realizing where you’re going, Jaehyun couldn’t hide his smile.

“I guess, I’m falling further for love?” You said as you smile at him, making his smile grow even wider that you’re scared his dimples might be poking his cheeks a little bit too hard right now.

“If you’re sure you’ll have me, then I’ll be glad to have someone like you to take care of me. Only if you promise you’ll let me take care of you too.”

Your reply instantly filled him with joy, as he rushed to hug you tighter. 

“Thank you,” He said while caressing your head, “I promise I’ll treat you well.”

“Also,” He continues, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, nor did I try to hide anything from you. It’s just… the timing is not right yet. I promise you when everything is all good, you’d be the first person I tell.”

You let go of his hug, so that you can see him in the eyes, “Jaehyun, I understand. There’s no need to rush anything, yeah? I still love you for who you are and I don’t think that feelings could change that easily.” You cupped your hand to his cheeks, making sure Jaehyun knows that you’re being sincere.

Just before Jaehyun could reply, his phone rang.

He looked at the caller’s name on his screen, “Sorry, I think I should take this call. Do you want to smoke first? I’ll go inside for a while, I’ll come back soon.”

You nod, and he only answered after he’s inside so you didn’t catch the caller’s name.

How you wish you’d push yourself to know who the caller was.

A/N: Hehe eek is this chapter too sweet? I hope you guys are still around for the fluffy chapters T_T

[asseret-sarim]

You can leave now.

Requested by @melconnor2007

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a few months. But when the Russian spy Natasha Romanoff comes into the picture, everything changes. She is ready to do anything, anything, to get him. You’ve been warned: she is not scared of playing dirty.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: Angst… But lots of fluff, fluff for everyone!!! There may be some cursing…

Word count: 2,616

About the SHIELD Archives: When we carried out some research about James Buchanan Barnes, we found out he was the Casanova of Brooking. We submit some of his adventures. Security Level: Classified.

A/N: I’m taking a break from “The Past, the present… The future” to write this request. I was in serious need of writing some fluff! But don’t worry, the next chapter from the series will be up soon. Enjoy reading!

“Do we really have to go?”

“The answer remains the same it has been for the last hundred times you’ve asked me”

I put my best puppy face “Please?”

“Ughh… No, don’t do that. Don’t do that. We have to go.” Bucky turns around to face the window but I go around him.

“Please?”

He clearly intends to say “No” again, but he makes the mistake of looking inside my eyes. In a second, he is out of combat, looking at me with a heartbroken expression. I intensify my puppy look. “We could stay here and have some fun” I whisper, stepping closer to him. He is still too mesmerize to answer. “Please. I’m begging you.”

He leans closer, his gaze never leaving mine…

Buzzzz… Buzzz

I curse internally at whoever had the great idea of calling him at this exact moment. He still holds my gaze for a few seconds, indecisive. But the phone call has broken the atmosphere.

Bucky leans in towards me “Go get changed, Doll. We will have as much fun as you want when we get back” He whispers, dangerously close to my ear. A shiver runs down my spine and I leave the room before I melt in the very center of the carpet.

I take a cold shower as slowly as I can possibly withstand. Maybe we don’t have to go if it gets really late. I usually love to hang out with the Avengers, but today is different. Today we are celebrating that Natasha Romanoff has comed back from a six-month mission in Russia. I’m really happy she is back and alive, I only have one thing against her: I’ve heard too many rumors about Bucky and her. And I don’t want to test if they are true.

“Doll, you OK there?” Bucky asks from the other side of the door “You’ve been in there forever. We are going to be late and I know that’s exactly what you want”

“Then why do you ask?” I reply him “I still have a lot left”

“Y/N. If you don’t get out of the shower this exact moment I’m going in and dragging you out myself” He threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I put the shower temperature a bit lower.

“I think I would” and I hear the sound of the lock giving up under pressure…

“OK, fine! I’ll hurry up! Stop whatever you’re doing!”

His cristal laugh fills the corridor. “Shame. Ok, be fast”

My dress is waiting for me when I turn the water off. It’s magenta, hugging my body down to my knees and then falling delicately, like a waterfall, to the ground. It hangs from my left shoulder and the back is made with translucent fabric. But the most beautiful part are the silver needlework emulating flowers that starts in my left shoulder and wraps around my back and my right hip, fall down to the ground. I add golden earrings, that are thin chains that fall down to my neck, and a simple bracelet matching them. I let my hair fall freely and do some quick makeup, before meeting Bucky in the living room.

He is looking out the window-wall, astonishing in his perfectly cut suit. The image is beyond words. When he turns around I feel a like insecure. Should I have worn another hairstyle? More makeup? a different dress? Yes, I’m sure I should have chosen the short blue one. He walks up to me, his expression unreadable.

“You shouldn’t have worn this dress” he whispers. I knew it! “It’s going be really difficult to pay attention to anything else tonight. It’s not fair.” I look up at him and he is smiling with admiration. I feel my breath finally back in my lungs, but his eyes chase it out again. A long moment passes, allowing us to enjoy the simplicity of the utter feeling that we are in love. My insecurities vanish and a wicked smile fights its way to my face. I’m unable to stop it.

“You look beautiful when you smile like that” Bucky says, mirroring my expression. “Well m’lady. If I have the honor of showing you our ride tonight.” He offers me his arm and I take it, barely able to keep a straight face.

The drive to the restaurant is relaxing and fun, but as soon as we meet everyone in the private room the restaurant has arranged for us, I feel all my fears weighing me down again.

There she is, looking flawless. Her fiery red hair is pull back in an elegant bun resting on her neck, just the right amount of hair out of place to look casual without being informal, like she was born with that bun. Her green eyes, framed with extra-long, extra-dark eyelashes are beautiful, nothing to do with mines. Her china skin is perfect and the dress… A long black dress that falls down to the floor. It’s tight around her upper body but from her waist down it turns into a sea of light, flowing, translucent fabric, with an opening in the front that goes up to no-one-knows-were, showing off her model legs completely. The cleavage of the dress is brushing the limits of too-much, but not crossing them, and over it there is a strap of jewelry. Everything about her looks amazingly tempting for a guy. And when she shoot a malicious smile at me, I suddenly have no doubt who’s going to win tonight.

Tony, astonishing in his dark blue suit, sits me down next to the Russian spy and sets Bucky in front of her. He doesn’t mean any harm with that, but I feel betrayed by my own friends as I sit down. Natasha offers me a warm smile of welcome, more fake than plastic, but doesn’t waste any other smile in my direction. as soon as Bucky sits down, I discover that the rumors about her flirting skills were founded. Her smiles are breathtaking, her conversation is interesting, yet suggestive in the bad way, and she breaks the touch barrier just enough to transmit attraction without being creepy. There’s no way Bucky wont be at her feet at the end of the night.

I eat in silence, wishing this night would end immediately so I could finally hear Bucky’s decision to leave me from his own lips and the wall of tension building up inside me could finally collapse. At one point, I realize Natasha is talking to me.

“Y/N, we were just wondering how much experience you had in night combat” She smiled. I tried to calm down, it was just an innocent question about my abilities fighting in low-visibility conditions… Then why the hell did it sound so dirty?

“I-I have some e-experience, but I’m not great a-at it.” I answer nervously. Only when I see Natasha’s look of victory, hidden under her understanding expression, do I realize the question meant just what I thought it meant.

I feel my cheeks hot, but they are not the only thing… My upper left leg feels strangely warm and when I look down, a dark red stain is forming in the fabric. It’s not possible! Out of shock, I stand up and everyone can see the blood stain. Stammering, I excuse myself and slide towards the bathroom. Behind me, the uncomfortable silence is broken by Natasha’s voice.

“If you excuse me, I’m going to help her. Must be lady problems” she says, her voice soft and calmed.

In the bathroom, I try to clean the stain, that smells mysteriously similar to chemical products. I’m not on my period and, though I don’t know how, I know exactly who is behind this. The stain just won’t clean off, so I breathe deeply to calm down and, with my hands still shaking, turn to the door.

The cause of all my problems is standing right there, smirking. She looks me up and down, judging me, and then nods with despise.

“I’ve heard you’ve been entertaining my boyfriend during the months I’ve been away. I just came to tell you that your services are not longer needed, you can go away.” She informs me.

I can’t believe my ears “Beg your pardon?”

She gives me a hard look “You are not longer needed to keep Bucky entertained. Understood? You are not welcome. Yes, I’m sure you’ve had fun this few months (Who wouldn’t, really? It was the perfect chance for someone like you), but now Bucky has me and he doesn’t need your “services” any more. You didn’t actually believe he was falling for you, right? He is in love with me.You were just a little distraction he needed while I was away and he obviously doesn’t need you anymore. So go away little girl, and let adults make things properly… if you get what I mean.” that sounded terribly bad “I don’t want to see you near Bucky ever again. You’ve annoyed him enough and now that you don’t have any way of making it up to him, you better leave his life. And look at you, you have definitely proved the team that you are a fool. Nice memory they’ll have of you.” She smiles darkly and looks at the stain on my dress. I turn to leave, but she is not done yet. “Oh!” she whispers menacingly “And this is nothing. If I ever see you around him again, trust me, you wont forget the face of my friends. I will destroy you. You don’t know how far I can go… How much I can make you suffer.”

And she’s gone, leaving me shaking. I drop myself against the wall, my back slamming hard against the cold surface, and slide to the ground. I can’t breathe, I can’t stop shaking and I can barely contain the noise my tears are making. She’s right, I’m a fool for believing he was ever interested on me, having someone like Natasha. I’m weak. I have nothing to do with his life.

I leave the restaurant and walk around the streets. I can’t go back to the tower, because everyone will be there. I’ll call a friend tomorrow and see if they can collect my personal items from there. Now I have to find a place to spend the night and my subconscious takes me to a decadent section of the city. It wouldn’t be the safest place for someone normal, but I’m a highly trained spy. As long as I can see them, I can fight them. And I feel much more confident now that I know where I’m going. It’s an abandoned construction that looks like an sport hall. I discovered it while doing parkour with my friends one day and I kept coming back after that. It is big and the celling has loads of iron beams that are rather easy to get to and more confutable that you’ll think. Something about empty places makes me feel free and calmed, just what I need now.

I rip the lower section of my dress to be able to climb better (I wasn’t planing on wearing it again anyways) and sit on one of the beams closer to the window. Its dark and cold and I get goose bumps, but I feel safe. I slowly lose conscience…

Boom! The sound of doors opening rips me violently from my sleep. I kneel on the beam, my senses already working at full speed. Crap! With this darkness I’m not going to be able to fight anyone. The footsteps stop and I hear a metal screech, meaning someone is climbing the beams. As silently as I can, I change of platform, but whoever’s following me hears me and changes directions as well. We carry on this way for a while, nearly dancing, until I realize I have nowhere else to jump to. I’m cornered. I try to take a step back but my feet slip on the edge and I fall back, my heart stopping…

And a set of strong arms cut my fall. My heart is racing. Who is this man? What does he want? A million terrifying thoughts cross my mind but then the man speaks.

“Y/N. Oh, thank Heavens you are here. We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Steve sets me down and wraps an arm around me.

I smile in relief. “Sorry. I didn’t want to bother you. I was going to send someone to collect my things in the morning”

Steve freezes “What do you mean? You are moving out?”

“Yes… I’m a fool and so annoying to the team. And now that Bucky has Natasha, no one needs me anymore. So I’m going to move out.”

“Y/N, what do you mean? Bucky’s been sick worried since you went missing. All the team has! You’re not annoying, you’re part of our family. Who told you we didn’t like you?” He frowns “Wait… It was Natasha, wasn’t it?” My silence is his answer “I’m going to kill her. Don’t listen to her, she’s just jealous. You’re amazing, just don’t leave us again.” He presses me to his side. “You’re freezing! We need to get you to the tower now.”

The tower… The last place I want to be in. I enter the common room wrapped in a blanket, still with my destroyed dress and ruined makeup, Steve walking at my side. Bucky is sitting in the couch, his head on his hands, and Natasha next to him in a comforting position. When he hears the door, he looks up and his eyes shine. His expression changes from worry to relief automatically, like a weight has been taken from him. He runs towards me and wraps me in his arms. They feel like home, their embrace forming an unbreakable barrier between me and the world. They warm me up better than any hot bath would.

He kisses the top of my head and then rest his forehead on my hair. “Y/N… Don’t ever do that again. I thought I’d lost you.” he sounds so heartbroken that a shiver runs down my spine. “What happened?”

“Natasha happened.” Answers Steve for me. Bucky turns around, never letting go of me, and his grip tightens.

“What did you do?” Bucky everything but roars towards the Russian spy.

“Nothing! She’s lying! She’s in shock, probably delirious.”

“Really? Because I can really see you threatening someone I love just to get your way, Natasha.”

“No! I just…”

“You just didn’t like the idea that I had found my soulmate and it wasn’t you.”

“I’m your soulmate, Bucky. I don’t get why you don’t see it!”

“I think I can judge that myself.”

“So you choose her, then? Are you sure? Because that little, insecure brat won’t give you what you want.”

I wait for his arms to leave me as he realizes Natasha is right. But they don’t. His voice is deep and husky when he answers “She is everything I want.”

Tears fall down my cheeks as I hear the door closing after Natasha. Steve also leaves the room. Bucky looses a little his embrace so that he can look at my face and smiles, registering every single little detail until his eyes stop on my lips. “I thought I lost you” He murmurs softly. “You nearly drive me crazy”

“I—I don’t understand.” I whisper back. “Why have you chosen me? Natasha is right, I can’t give you what you want.”

He leans in closer, our lips almost touching “You still don’t understand it? You can’t give me anything, because you’ve already have. You are everything I want. Just tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Bucky”

“And I’m yours.”

He closes the distance between our lips, sealing like that the promise.