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Silver & Steel:  Summary: He calls himself the White Wolf. Three deadly strangers, have taken over the inn at a small village, demanding to see their reclusive mage. Hellbent on revenge, they use the villagers to force the mage to come out, but will he? Or will he stay in his tower and leave the villagers to the strangers? Collette finds herself running from the blonde stranger, his howls following her through the woods until she stumbles into a small camp where a white-haired witcher and his loquacious and dramatic companion rest. Will he listen to her pleas to save her village from the silver-armed invader and his companions? Or will they perish at the cost of their revenge?

Warnings: Sword fighting/combat violence, injuries, angst, swearing (come on, it's Geralt), the avengers aren't the good guys, sorry! A very brief insinuation of mind-controlled sexual contact (no descriptions), shape shifting, succubus, some badass fight scenes

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What am I Waiting For? (TomxOFC/BenxOFC RPF) (currently on hiatus!)

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Timing is Everything (no pairings, RPF Spy!Tom, OFC)

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Stuck in the Middle: Chapter 14

Hello lovelies! I am super excited to share Chapter 14 of Stuck in the Middle!!

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Summary: Sarah is a scholarship graduate student at Stark Industries working on her dissertation. When she falls, both literally and figuratively, for two super soldiers (the DNA of one that happens to be her subject), how do they navigate this new polyamorous relationship? And when her research mysteriously disappears, will she lose not only their trust, but her scholarship and scientific merit?

*** I floated in that blissful state between deep sleep and consciousness, reveling in the warmth of the soft blankets and the familiar weight of the arm draped across my side. Bucky snored quietly, his front pressed against my back and I smiled to myself. It had been a long time since I’d shared a bed, and though it was so soon, it felt perfect. Sleep took over once more, softly dragging me into the comforting darkness.

The bed shifted behind me and Bucky’s arm disappeared, taking with it the warmth and weight that kept me in the deep sleep I was pulled from. Slowly, I turned over, squinting through the grey light that filtered through the curtains across the room. Bucky had sprawled out on the bed, the covers pushed down to his hips, his flesh arm resting beneath his pillow. At some point during the night, he’d taken his metal arm off, though I wasn’t sure how, and the tank he wore was twisted, revealing the small patch of dark hair just below his navel.

I missed the comfort of his heat and turned over, fitting myself just beneath his shoulder and drifted off to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.

***

It wasn’t the sound of the shower that woke me, but the loss of Bucky’s now familiar warmth. I squinted through sleep-fogged eyes as the bathroom door opened and Bucky stepped through, towelling his hair with his flesh hand.

“Morning, Buck,” I smiled, stretching contently.

“Hey, doll,” he replied, pausing to toss the towel over his shoulder. “Sorry about… uh…” He nodded toward where his arm used to be, pushing his damp hair away from his face.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked, climbing off the bed to press a kiss to his lips.

“Not everyone takes so well to my arm not being there.” The thought had crossed my mind when I’d snuggled closer to him; I didn’t know the metal appendage could come off.

“C’mere,” I said, stifling a yawn as I lead him back to the bed. “You don’t need to apologize, babe. This is who you are, a part of you, and you have no reason to be sorry.”

Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he pushed his wet hair back.. “Some people are bothered by it- whether it’s there or not. It’s almost like people can’t stand to see me without an arm, but at the same time they can’t stand one being there. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Bucky, you’re not making me uncomfortable, and if you were I’d tell you. Just like I hope you’d tell me if I did anything to make you uncomfortable.” He nodded quietly, watching as I reached over to wrap my arms around him. He did the same, burying his face in my neck. We stayed like that for a bit and I allowed my eyes to close, taking in his warmth and the smell of his fresh body wash. But it was more than that, it was something that was just so him that could never be replicated. A low grumble broke the silence and I pulled back to laugh as he blushed. “Hungry?”

“Very.”

“Let me get dressed and we can get something to eat?” He nodded and I stood to go, but before I could, he tugged me back to stand between his open legs.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

He shrugged. “For caring so much.” With a quick peck on the lips, I made my way down to my apartment to get cleaned up.

**

The common room was empty when I returned, knocking quietly on Bucky’s door before heading inside. Immediately, the smell of coffee and waffles overtook me and I followed it to the kitchen where Bucky was cooking eggs while keeping an eye on a waffle maker on the counter. Glancing behind me, he offered a quick smile before opening the waffle maker, revealing a perfectly cooked waffle.  

“Babe, you don’t have to cook all the time.” I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind to press a kiss in the center of his back, but he only chuckled.

“I like cooking, doll.” He replied, separating the cooked eggs onto two separate places, each with its own waffle. “Come on, before they get cold.” We tucked into our breakfast, Bucky topping his waffle with whipped cream before squirting some onto mine.

“Thank you for breakfast. You know I’ll be happy to cook too.”

“My pleasure! I enjoy cooking. And I know you will, I figured that I was already here, so why not start?” The waffles were so good and I wondered if he’d made them from scratch or from a box. I could never get mine to come out so fluffy.

“Why do you like cooking so much?” I asked, “Seems like Steve enjoys it too.”

He hummed in agreement. “I used to help my ma back before the war. And there’s a lot more around now than canned beans and spam.”

“Oh wow,” I cringed, “When I was a kid, we used to call SPAM ‘Stuff Posing As Meat.’ Kind of stupid thinking about it now, but…”

“It takes a bit of getting used to,” he chucked. “We had it a lot in the army. It was cheap and easy to ship over. And I didn’t really eat when I was- you know, the Soldier. So when I finally got out, food was one of the hardest things to get used to.” I didn’t want to ask, but he seemed to sense my question. “IV nutrients.” He supplied. “Cheaper, faster, and easier for them to control.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugged. “Seriously, it’s ok. What I went through, it already happened. It’s over.” He paused for a moment and I took his metal hand in mine, squeezing it gently. “Do you know, the first fruit I had when I finally was free was a plum?”

“Really?”

He nodded. “When I finally settled in Romania, I was able to mess around with food. It was tight thinking back on it, but God, I loved plums.”

“What did you do over there?”

“A lot, actually.” He bit off a piece of waffle and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “I did a lot of work under the table. Mostly heavy lifting. Helped this old lady once in the market, that’s how I got the plums. She was trying to load her cart but the box was too heavy and I caught it before she could fall. I showed up almost every day after that, helped her load and unload her cart and she gave me some of the older fruits.

“Word spread and I got a bit of a reputation there. Before I knew it, I was getting a mix of pocket change and leftover groceries for helping a lot of the farmers. That lady - she put me up in her barn for a while in the winter until I had enough to get a small apartment in town. I used to fix stuff in her house and she’d feed me. It felt nice, you know? I could do something useful and good with myself. And that stupid arm was doing good for once.”

“That sounds really nice. I’m glad she was there to help you.” I couldn’t help but admire the faraway look on his face as he remembered the smaller details.

“Before I knew it, I was running errands for her, especially in the bad weather.” Bucky chuckled to himself as he took another bite of waffle. “I’d go to the butcher for her too. She told everyone I was her nephew and not to bother me because I’d had a hard time. It was like she understood. She called me her bear and laughed because I was so big, but so quiet and shy. Hell, I even started working for the butcher when she ran out of things she wanted fixed in her little house. She taught me recipes she knew, easy ones that didn’t take a lot of ingredients. And that’s how I realized that I hadn’t had a decent meal in almost seventy years.” He pressed a kiss to my hand before sitting back, his thumb tracing my knuckles. “Sorry- I didn’t mean to talk so much.”

“Why are you sorry?” I replied. “I love hearing your stories.”

“Really?” I nodded.

“You know, when Steve took me out, he talked about you so much.” He squeezed my hand, trying to hide his blush. “It was really cute.”

“He’s a softie.” Bucky chuckled.

“I don’t think he’s the only one,” I replied. “I like it. It’s really nice to see how much you guys love each other. And I’m not going to lie, but it’s making me fall for you even more now.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “Yeah babe! If you guys weren’t serious about each other, then I’d be nervous about being in this relationship. But you guys fit so naturally together that I can’t even picture one of you without the other.”

“So you’re fallin’ for us, huh?” He asked so cooly, but I could see the pink in his cheeks.

“Maybe,” I replied, but couldn’t help but to mirror his smile.

***

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Stuck in the Middle: Chapter 6

Chapter 6 is up!

Summary: Sarah is a scholarship recipient for Stark Industries where she plans on doing her pre-thesis research. But when she falls, quite literally, into the lives of two super soldiers, are her butterflies just a crush? Or something more? And when her research is used for nefarious purposes, will she lose the trust of not only the Avengers, but the two men she’s fallen for?This story contains mostly fluff, eventual StevexOC and BuckyxOC (poly relationship). There are no content warnings in early chapters. They’ll be listed as necessary. 

Chapter 6:

By Thursday, I was so tired, that by the time I made it to my room, all I wanted to do was sleep, but I was that weird kind of tired where no matter how long I shut my eyes, I couldn’t sleep. My phone ping’d a few times and I sat up, yawning as I opened the chat.

The first month went fairly quickly. Between getting back into the swing of working in a lab, learning Bruce’s quirks, and taking in the overwhelming amount of new information I was learning, I was exhausted. I caught lunch with Bruce sometimes, but he seemed to meet with Renee quite frequently. After running into Bucky in the cafeteria, either him or Steve would just happen to be there, even though they had a fully functional kitchen in their apartments. I didn’t mind though; hanging out with them helped me get to know a few others, and I was really feeling at home.

I’d spoken with Nat a few times, but Wanda seemed to be a bit more open and friendly. Nat usually hung to the side while giving witty commentary; she knew how to make everyone laugh and everyone blush too. Wanda greeted me with a big hug when we met, offering to show me around the nearby shops and to visit her apartment any time. We chatted for a bit and she laughed when I showed her the picture of Bucky, Steve, and me with the Captain America impersonator. It was quickly passed around and soon it became everyone’s favorite story.

By Thursday, I was so tired, that by the time I made it to my room, all I wanted to do was sleep, but I was that weird kind of tired where no matter how long I shut my eyes, I couldn’t sleep. My phone ping’d a few times and I sat up, yawning as I opened the chat.

Steve: hey sweetheart, are you coming up tonight?

Bucky: I found some movies at Tony’s we can watch

I sighed, running my hands through my hair (which really needed to be washed). I wanted to see them, but I knew that the second I sat on that couch, I’d pass out. Not to mention I’d gotten a bit grumpy at the end of the day; we’d spent the afternoon solving a few problems, and mine didn’t seem to want to work out.

Me: sorry guys long day at the lab I’m beat

Bucky: you’re no fun :P

Steve: can we do anything for you?

Me: nah, I’m kinda grumpy rn think I’ll stay in

Bucky: okay, well call us if you need anything doll

I smiled down at my phone before forcing myself out of bed to take a shower. I knew that if I took a quick nap, I’d never get up. As I climbed beneath the warm water, I shut my eyes, wondering what was going on at home. Home, I’d had such a hard time calling it that, but as much as we disagreed, they were still my family. I only spoke to my parents during the holidays when I’d call for the obligatory ‘Merry Christmas’ conversation. Otherwise, my brother kept me updated, mostly through text. Although he moved out of the house, he still stayed local, working at the town’s small school district doing custodial work while coaching baseball.

He didn’t agree with everything they believed in, but he’d fallen in love with his high school sweetheart, and she was adamant that they stay close to the family, citing that it was a great place to bring up children. He didn’t have the heart to disagree, so they moved out (after the wedding, of course). Last I spoke to him, they were still trying for their first kid. I still had one unread text from him on my phone; I’d been avoiding it since I moved into Stark Tower. I’m sure he knew.

But it wasn’t just his text message I was avoiding. The red notification of a voicemail reminded me that I needed to make a decision. I’d looked into it before, but I’d never been to therapy. My doctor, who prescribed the anti-anxiety meds I was on had suggested it when he heard I was moving to New York for this job. I was way out of my comfort zone, he’d said, and he couldn’t have been more right. I knew Stark had a whole medical ward that employees could use, but I didn’t want anyone to know about this or my meds. They’d think differently of me and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to look weak or incompetent. No, I’d do this by myself, but finding a way to hide it from Steve and Bucky would be tricky. The decision was made; I’d call tomorrow.

By the time I finished my shower, I put on my pyjamas and cleaned up a bit, tossing my laundry into the basket and straightening out the mess of papers on my desk from earlier today. Bring the work back, I’d thought, you’ll definitely think better later! Maybe I was shooting too high at this point. Once my desk was straightened up, I turned on the tv and climbed into bed. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep sleep.

***

What was that annoying noise? Slowly, I turned over, burying my face into my pillow until consciousness fully hit me; my alarm was going off. When I glanced up at the clock, I realized that I’d overslept, being in such a deep sleep that my alarm didn’t wake me until now. I had enough time, thankfully, and got dressed and ready fairly quickly. Before heading out, I grabbed a protein bar from my stash and headed up to the lab.

“Happy Friday,” Bruce greeted as I made my way into his office.

“Happy Friday,” I replied, holding back a yawn.

“Late night?”

“No,” I shrugged. “I’m just a lot more tired than usual. I didn’t do so much high level work in my previous classes, so I guess I’m getting a bit fried quicker than usual.”

“Yeah, that’ll happen sometimes. Did you take those home yesterday?” he asked, nodding toward the notes in my hands.

“They came back with me, but they didn’t get looked at. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Sometimes the answers elude us. What do you say we get started?”

Bruce and I worked together on the some of the tougher work, explaining a few new concepts to me as I took vigorous notes. After, he helped me through the problems I couldn’t solve the day before, naturally taking a pedantic stance in front of the white board. Once I’d had my ‘ah-ha’ moment, we moved on to the work left over. If I felt intimidated by the work at this point, how was I going to make it through my dissertation?

As usual, Bruce took his lunch with Renee and I made my way down to the cafeteria, seeking out a cup of coffee. Just as I placed the ceramic mug beneath the karaffe, it was snatched away by a random hand. “Hey!” I practically growled, turning to find Bucky behind me, holding the mug above me with a smirk on his face.

“Hey back,” he winked.

“Buck, come on, I need my coffee.”

“Kiss first?”

“Fine,” I sighed, and pecked him on the cheek. “Now coffee.” He handed the mug back to me and, once I had filled it, followed me to a quiet table in the corner.

***

I’d left lunch a few minutes early on the guise of wanting to get some extra stuff done before Bruce returned. He hadn’t gotten back yet from his daily lunch appointment with Renee, so I closed the lab door and made the phone call. Ten minutes later, my first appointment was set for next Wednesday.

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Stuck In The Middle- Chapter 7

Sarah is a scholarship recipient for Stark Industries where she plans on doing her pre-thesis research. But when she falls, quite literally, into the lives of two super soldiers, are her butterflies just a crush? Or something more? And when her research is stolen, will she lose not only the trust of the Avengers, but the two she loves most?

This story contains fluff, eventual angst, some cool superhero stuff, eventual StevexOC and BuckyxOC (poly relationship), and me pretending to know about science. There are no content warnings for the first few chapters, I’ll post them as the chapters progress!

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“Well if there’s one thing I can tell you, it’s that Steve has blue eyes.” I sighed, rolling back in my chair. Renee nodded, peeking over my shoulder to examine the screen where a digital projection of Steve’s very frustrating DNA floated. She’d been hanging around the lab a bit more in the past few weeks, at least when Bruce was around, though I wasn’t too sure why. I’d heard them talking about some other project they were working on in her lab, but didn’t pay that much attention.

“I had a problem like that when I was decoding my DNA,” Bruce replied. “It rearranged a few things, but for the most part I just became a bit more radioactive. What are you seeing on this?”

“So as weird as it sounds, his DNA was altered all the way down to the chromosome. I need to reevaluate almost each one to determine where the alterations were made.” Renee returned to her position beside Bruce whose eyebrows had scrunched together to the point where they were almost touching.

“Are you able to identify a few of the alterations?” Renee asked and I nodded. “I’ve been thinking about this problem for a while. I remember Bruce mentioning that his DNA was manipulated a bit, and I started playing with this old program I’d made a while back.” I glanced at Bruce who nodded for her to continue. “Basically, if we can identify one commonality of each change, I can make the program decode and search through each chromosome for the triggers that I input.”

“Sarah,” Bruce asked, turning to me. “How many changes have you identified?”

“One,” I replied. “I was only able to isolate the area where the metabolism is increased. It’s a bit general but it had significant differences than the others.”

“How long do you think it’ll take you to identify another two or three?” Renee asked.

“Not sure,” I shrugged. “But I’ll do as much as I can.”

And that’s exactly how I spent the two months following that meeting: spending hours analyzing each individual chromosome for anomalies. Bruce came in with me a lot during the first few weeks, but when he saw that I didn’t need help, nor did I appreciate someone standing over my shoulder, he left me to my own devices. It was tedious work, but I tried to think of it as practice; after all, I’d be using some of these isolated traits in my work later on.

For the first time in a week, I made my way down to the cafeteria to grab some lunch and a refill on coffee when I ran into Wanda. She greeted me with a hug and I followed her to a table where she sat with Sam who glanced up from the file he was reading through to greet us.

“Put the file away,” Wanda scolded as we joined him at the table.

“Hey, girly,” he greeted, closing the manila folder to pull his lunch closer. “Finally out of your lab?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I had to walk away for a bit. What are you up to?”

“Just looking over some notes on a few of the new trainees.” He replied. “Your boys and I have been testing out some new recruits. We’re hoping to start a few new special teams we can send out instead of taking every mission ourselves.”

“How are they looking so far?” Wanda asked, stirring her soup.

“Alright,” he shrugged. “They’ve got some improvement, but that’s what training is for. I think we have a mutant on our hands though. Might need your help in figuring it out.” Wanda nodded.

“Have you guys been getting more mutant recruits lately?” I asked and Wanda nodded.

“People like me are being accepted a bit easier as of late, although there are still people who don’t trust us as easily.” She replied. “After everything that happened in Lagos and the Civil War, as the media called it, we’ve been trying to do everything we can to show that enhanced people aren’t all bad.”

“That’s great,” I nodded. “I did a study on altered genetics of enhanced individuals. We got one DNA sample, but most of our work was done through previously published studies. Honestly, I loved studying it; some of the most subtle changes in a person’s genetic makeup can make such an impact in their powers, or lack thereof. And no two are the same, at least that I’ve come across.”

“I believe Bruce likened it to a different eye color, or skin tone once,” Wanda nodded.

“That’s pretty much it.” I replied. “If you look at the differences between an enhanced person’s DNA and a person without enhancements, the differences look almost the same as if you were looking at a person with blue eyes next to a person with brown eyes.”

“It’s not really all that different than skin color,” Sam nodded. “Except instead of being black or white, you’re psychic or telekinetic.”

“Definitely true,” Wanda smiled, shifting Sam’s drink away just as he reached for it.

“And you wonder why I don’t trust you,” he chuckled, nodding a thanks when she sent it back into his hand.

Lunch with Wanda and Sam was exactly what I needed to power through the post-lunch hours where I’d normally be stuck in a haze. It felt like I forgot what it was like to actually hang out with someone instead of working with them. I finished another section of one chromosome that afternoon and, although I didn’t find any anomalies there, it felt good to have gotten through them. There was a knock at the lab door and I stretched, rolling out from beneath the microscope to see who it was.

“Renee?” I asked, opening the door so she could walk in. “I thought you had a key?”

“I do,” she replied, heading toward one of the side tables Bruce had been working at earlier. “I just left it here earlier I think.” Dropping her tote bag on the table, she began sifting through the desk, lifting notes and moving yellow pads until her bag fell with a thunk to the floor, taking a few of the desk’s papers with it. I shut the door and knelt down, helping to sort through the scattered papers, but she’d already collected them, tucking them back into her tote before holding up the small, white card in success. “Oh, thank God! I’m pretty sure IT would kill me if I asked them to make me another one.”

“I’m glad you found it,” I replied, stifling a yawn as she swept out of the room, letting the door shut behind her. I returned to my stool and rolled back to the microscope as the door opened once more. Without looking, I called: “What else did you forget?”

“Pretty sure you forgot what time it was, doll.” I glanced up to see Bucky in the doorway, his crooked smile a welcome view.

“Sorry,” I laughed, meeting him in the middle for a kiss, “Renee was just in here. Forgot her key card. What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8,” he replied. “We’ve been calling you, but you haven’t answered your phone.”

“Crap,” I sighed, turning around to search the room for the device. “I’m sorry, Buck. I was on a roll and I got carried away.”

“Again,” he replied, tapping me on the shoulder to hand my phone over. “You’ve spent more time in here than you have outside lately. Hell, I’ve barely seen you between work and your “me-time” Thursdays.”

“I’m sorry, babe.” I replied. “It’s just… once I get a few more things done, Renee can run her program and I’ll be able to relax for a bit. And I want to get this done; I want to impress Tony and Bruce and not just because it’s for school, but because I know that if I do impress them, then maybe there’s a chance I can work here and do some good with what I’m learning.”

“Tony and Bruce are already impressed with you,” Bucky smiled, his hands resting on my arms. “And I have no doubts that Tony is already considering you as an applicant. Now, can you close up and come home?” He paused, blushing a bit when he realized what he’d said.

“Sure,” nodded. “Give me five minutes. I just need to put this sample back in storage and shut down.” Bucky grinned and took my spot on the stool, watching as I closed up.

“You know,” I began, smiling up at him, “Me-Time Thursdays are pretty fun.”