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That Face
Summary: You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to that face.
Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 1.9 K
A/N: You can read this as a companion piece to Red Wings.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. More angst on the part of the reader. Sweet Bucky fluff. Jealousy, excessive drinking, intoxication, drunken confessions, face riding, fingering, extreme oral sex (f receiving) anal play, praise kink, allusion to anal sex. Not Betaâd. All errors my own.Â
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Bucky was holding you close to him, and it should have been romantic, but it wasnât.
You were shit faced, and practically falling down with every step.
âCareful Doll, Iâm gonna have to carry you home.â
After just six months of dating, youâd moved in with him, your relationship barreling along with breakneck speed, but who wouldnât fall in love with Bucky?
Who wasnât still in love with Bucky?
You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, half a block from your brownstone.
âThat sounds hot, Bucky, but Iâm pissedâŠâ
âYeah, I knowâŠâ
âNo, Iâm mad.â
You stomped your foot and wobbled, until Buckyâs hands steadied you again. Bucky bent down and looked you in the eyes.
âYou good, Doll?â
His sky blue eyes looked sincere, but jealousy and alcohol wouldnât let you accept that.
âNo! This was supposed to be our night to fuck and have a romantic dinner. Youâve been gone for three weeks. Three weeks, James!â
Bucky looked contrite, but then again there were four of him weaving in front of you right now, so you couldnât be sure.
âSorry, Baby. Didnât know the guys would be in town. Itâs my crew.â
âI can take your army buddies, but her. Sheâs a bitch!â
âWow. Whoa whoa whoa. You know I donât like anyone calling women bitches. Even you.â
Bucky straightened up and the stern look he gave you sent a thrill through you, but you werenât done.
âShe still wants you, Bucky. Sharon is a slut. And you always say you love when Iâm a slut for your cock.â
Bucky looked around as you started crying and people walking by avoided the scene.
âI donât want Sharon, Doll. I want you.â
Bucky looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement at your jealousy. Even his voice was smiling. It made you madder and you stumbled as you advanced on him, bucking up to the man who was a foot taller than you.
âLook at that fucking face.â
You reached up and took his chin between your fingers.
âNo one gets to ride this dimple but me!â
This time Bucky didnât care about who heard, youâd peaked his interest. His eyebrow shot up.
Even though drunk, you read his expression.
âYep!â
You nodded and it threw you off balance, but luckily Bucky was there.
âBetcha didnât know that I touch myself to the memories of the feeling of that chin between my legs. Did it the entire time you were gone. That cock is something else Bucky, but that face. I just want to ride it into the sunsetâŠ.â
This was new information to Bucky. You seemed to love when he ate you out, but you were always hesitant to ride his face. He licked his lips as he thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of his face.
Then he grinned.
You read him again.
âOh no! No no no. You think you got me. But you said you were mineâŠâ
Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead.
âI am yours, Doll.â
âSo she canât ride your face?â
Bucky slowly shook his head.
âNo, only you.â
You sighed and sagged into his arm.
âGood, because I-â
And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.
You woke up the next morning, head pounding. You looked around, grateful to be in your bed. And grateful for your boyfriend, whoâd left a bottle of water and some aspirin on the bedside table.
You could hear Bucky puttering around in the kitchen but you werenât quite ready to eat.
You eagerly took the pills and drank the bottle down. Then, you turned on the shower as you brushed your teeth.
You reflected on the gathering at The Howling Commando, the neighborhood bar so familiar to you as you met Buckyâs friends. Which included Sharon Carter.
Buckyâs ex.
âBuckyâs just being nice, yâknow?â
Steve tried to reassure you as she and Bucky caught up in the corner. You nodded back at Steve, but when Bucky smiled at Sharon was when you ordered your first shot of Jamesonâs.
You showered as you tried to remember the rest of the night. But all you could remember was Buckyâs sweet face. You wrapped up in a towel and sat on the bed as you thought of how sweet Bucky was. He was so cute. That face.
That face.
âShit!â
Your head fell into your hands as you remembered what happened the night before.
âWhatâs wrong, Doll?â
You looked up and your heart dropped.
Bucky was clad in only sleep pants and you could tell that there was nothing underneath.
You licked your lips, not bothering to hide your stare. Bucky came and sat down on the bed.
âSee something you like, Doll?â
âMorning.â
âGâmorning Sunshine..â
Bucky leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, chaste, despite the look in his eye. Your eyes fell to his lips. And lower.
Bucky licked his lips and rubbed his chin.
âYou didnât answer my question, Doll.â
Buckyâs mouth was an inch from yours. He reached for your towel and hooked his finger at the makeshift knot, causing his fingernail to brush your nipple.
âDonât tease me BuckyâŠâ
âI should say the same to you, Doll. You told me all the things you wanted to do to my face and then passed out.â
âJames! I was drunk!â
âThey say we are the most honest when weâre drunk.â
Bucky kissed you and then looked into your eyes.
âDâyou believe that I donât care about Sharon?â
You liked into his true blue eyes and you knew he wasnât lying.
âI believe you. I love you, Bucky.â
âI love you too, Doll.â
You reached up and caressed his lips and chin.
âGotta admit. This face is pretty irresistible.â
Bucky grinned and you leaned in for a kiss and climbed on his lap, grinding as he took your towel off.
âBeen so long, Bucky.â
Buckyâs hands caressed you as he leaned back and let you have your way.
You made your way down his body, reacquainting yourself with his form with your lips, tongue, and fingers. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pajama pants, lightly scratching his thighs on the way down.
âGod I missed you so much, Doll. Spent all last night just waiting until we could get home. Wanted to lose myself in you.â
You had Bucky in your hand, sitting on his legs as you stroked his half-hard cock to full life.
âMâsorry Babe. How can I make it up to you?â
You looked up at him, ready to suck his soul out.
âCome up here and ride this irresistible face.â
You gasped as Bucky pulled you up his body until you were kneeling over him.
âThere she is.â
Buckyâs fingers helped to separate your lips as he breathed hot breath into your cunt.
âSo fucking wet for me.â
And then he went to work on licking into your tangy goodness.
âSo good. Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy.â
Bucky sat you down and suckled your clit, pulling on it like it was gum, stretching it and your soul out for the world (inside your bedroom) to see. He was kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples, serving to make you wetter and him messier.
But it was only just beginning as you started gyrating on his chin.
Bucky smacked your ass and pushed you over on your hands and knees again.
âThatâs a girl. Bounce on my tongue.â
You did as you were told, feeling Buckyâs chin in your vagina each time you bounced on his tongue.
âSmear that shit all over my fuckin face Doll. You know you want to.â
Bucky took your ass in his hands and then started moving you back and forth on his face. You were overwhelmed with numerous sensations as his lips, tongue and chin, covered with short facial hair, destroyed your soul.
âNow sit up and fuck this face, Doll. Please. â
You peered down at his bright blue eyes as his fingertips grazed your stomach. You obeyed him as you pulled his hair and took your throne, his thick, wide tongue spearing into you as you fucked his face.
His chin was now grazing your puckered hole, and you moaned as the scruffy dimpled part of him made you tremble.
âJ-JamesâŠâ
Bucky spread your cheeks and moved his tongue so that it could invade your inmost parts. He licked you from ass to clit and your legs started trembling.
You leaned back over and bounced in his tongue again, holding your breasts with one hand as you braced against the wall with the other.
Buckyâs hand snaked around to flick your clit as you gasped and fully sat on his face as his tongue speared into you, twisting and curling, not as all consuming as his cock, but reaching that special spot inside you nonetheless.
You gasped and sat back, hand on his sternum as you rolled your hips into his face.
âOh. Ohhhh, oh Jamesssss.â
You whimpered, and your crying-like noises as you moved told him how it felt.
âSo⊠fuck it feels so goodâŠ
You were grabbing his hair as he craned his neck upward to look at you.
Bucky growled into your cunt then lifted you upright again, his thumb slipping into your ass. This caused a gush of your fluids into his mouth and he started moaning.
âMmmmmm. Mmhmmmm!â
âOahhhh oh ahhh.â
Bucky was still breaching your ass as his tongue sped up impossibly and his lips suckled your clit intermittently.
âMore⊠please!â
You were seeing stars as you reached back and pushed Buckyâs thumb in to the hilt.
Bucky moaned as you started bouncing again. His hand was fucking your ass as you rode his face.
âPlease please pleaseâŠâ
âHmmph⊠yesssss.â
Bucky spoke into your cunt as you started to reach your crescendo. He could taste your orgasm coming before it happened. Everything sped up.
âOh! Oh! Oh!â
âUmmmmmm!â
Bucky was in heaven as you continued to gush into his mouth.
You came with a scream as Bucky lapped you all up.
âUnnnnh!â
Bucky pulsed precum on his stomach as you came on his face.
âUnh ahhhh.
âSo pretty, Doll. Stay right here.â
Bucky kissed your lips as you quivered in front of him.
âWant this ass. Gonna give it to me?â
âBuckyâŠâ
âSheâs ready for me now.â
Buckyâs finger found that hole again.
âGonna make you feel real good.â
You whimpered as Bucky spit on his fingers and manipulated two of them inside you.
He gave your clit a peck with his lips and you jumped.
âNice and loose for me.â
You looked down on him adoringly and carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned.
âPlease Doll. But only if you want that too. I need you. Youâre my best girl. My good girl.â
You looked back, his cock jumping on his abs, sticky with his pre cum. You shuddered at his praise and at the thought of him inside that hole. But as Bucky probed and kissed you further, you knew you wanted it.
You didnât need to look back down to know that Bucky was buried in your cunt again, bringing you to another peak. Instead, your head lolled back on your shoulders as you rode Buckyâs mouth again.
âAnything! Anything you want, BuckyâŠI want it too! AhâŠâ
You just couldnât resist that face.
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Just let me in
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader, Sharon Carter x Fem!reader
A/N: Pt. 2 of Let The Light In
Warnings: Angst, fluff, more angst, kissing, arguments, ANGST
Song: Let The Light In- Lana Del Rey
Her car hummed to a start, sputtering and coughing before taking off down the long road to San Francisco- 42 hours to be exact. The city seemed emptier without her, the familiar sights of San Francisco now tainted with bittersweet memories of what used to be. Nat was too homesick to eat, drink, even sleep. But she wasnât homesick for San Francisco, or the minimalistic home she rented in Washington - she was homesick for you. Almost two days later she was standing at your front door in the pouring rain, shaking and shivering. This was also the last moment she could imagine what your reaction would be, before reality hit her.
Observant eyes noticed all the new changes to the home, brighter and prettier without Natasha in it. And she saw a new car in the driveway, shiny and classic. Not your style at all.Â
    Meanwhile, you were inside cooking a warm meal for the pretty agent, Sharon, if you remembered correctly, that was sitting on your couch. She was a beautiful blonde in a form fitting black dress with nude heels, and some files waiting to go over with you. You both were adults, and you knew this was more than just a debrief when she brought wine and red lipstick that would look better on your lips. Sharon was different from Nat, just as confident, but soft- warmâŠmaybe kind was the word you were looking for. You missed that.Â
 It'd been nearly a year since Natasha left. The memory of that night still haunts youâthe door slamming, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder, the way she couldn't even look at you as she walked away. The way you cried and begged her to change for months, asked her to stay for you. Asked why you werenât enough. That was the night you heard one of the most painful words echo from the woman that had your heart in her hands, âSometimes you just arenât enough. Maybe you never were, Y/N.â And in that moment you knew you had to let her go. Months were spent wondering what you did wrong, how things had unraveled so quickly after what you thought was a strong, loving relationship.Â
But time heals all wounds, as they say. Slowly, you started to move on. Friends encouraged you to get back out there, to rediscover yourself, and eventually, you took Sharon up on her offer for a âdebrief.â The aroma of the lasagna you've prepared fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of jazz playing in the background. You laugh together, eat, and hardly remember the files sitting untouched in the coffee table.Â
Outside, hidden by the shadows of the night, Natasha sat on your front doorstep, waiting for you to open the door, or to gather the courage to knock. As the Black Widow stood at the door, fist raised, ready to knock, something stops her. Through the window, she catches sight of you.Â
You look radiant, a soft smile on your face as you pour a glass of wine for Sharon. Maybe her first, maybe her third. You two had lost count. The warmth of your home, the way you look at the beautiful blonde with your bright eyes crinkling at the ends, laughing till a tear rolled down your cheekâit hits Natasha like a punch to the gut. And some sick, punishing part of herself can't tear her big green eyes away from the scene, the sight of you happy and moving on. Nothing like the turmoil she's been living in.
 Her heart aches as she watches you lean closer to Sharon, your laughter reaching her ears even from outside. And at that moment, Natasha, once affectionately called âNatty,â knows she has no right to disrupt your happiness. As Sharon leans in to kiss you, you catch a glimpse of movement outside the window. For a brief second, you think you see someone familiar, like that familiar head of red hair that could bring you to your knees. But then it's gone. You shake your head, dismissing it as a trick of the light or your mind playing games. Tonight, you're happy, and thatâs all you need.Â
Natasha drives away, the city lights blurring into streaks as tears well up in her eyes.Â
When soft, warm morning light hits you the next morning and the weight of Sharonâs arm is wrapped around your bare waist, you feel good. Really good. Finally. As you make the pretty blonde asleep in your bed a fresh cup of coffee and open your front door to get the mail, you see a wet bouquet of flowers on the floor.
 A simple note attached reads, âDid I lose you forever?âÂ
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No Benefits
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter
Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.
Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.
Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon
I try to keep my Reader description vague but she's a she and above average height
Here goes nothing
Chapter 1
Warnings: Swearing, mostly angst, eventual happy ending.
Y/N, or Cookie to her friends, was at her desk, trying to finish her report so she could leave work early for one of Tony Stark's parties. This wasn't her first time but tonight her bff and mostly secret crush, Bucky Barnes, was escorting her. It wasn't the first time for that either but tonight felt different. Usually they met at the elevator but when they spoke earlier he said he would pick her up at her room. They had been getting closer in the last few months and even Steve and Sam had commented about Bucky's behavior towards her.
The night was everything she had dreamed, Bucky was attentive and always had his hands on her, respectfully of course but more intimate than he usually was. They danced much of the night and when slow songs came on he pulled her close and she could feel his breath on her neck, causing chills.
Towards the end of the night, Bucky pulled her to the elevator and kissed her until they reached his floor. They were in his room, her dress gone before she could think twice, not that she would have.
She could taste the Asgardian ale on his breath, blending with the tequila on hers. Everything was a blur of flesh and feelings she had never experienced before. She couldn't get enough, neither could he.
Y/N opened her eyes to bright light and a bedroom that wasn't hers. The pounding in her head a reminder of how much she drank last night. She looked around and realized it was Bucky's room, where she spent so much of her time. Suddenly, she realized that she was naked and her stomach dropped. She had hazy memories of shots and kisses that turned into more. The kiss in the elevator. She smiled even though her head hurt, she had been crushing on Bucky since the day they met and was amazed that he actually wanted her too.
Cookie wasn't your typical beauty, taller than most girls and with more curves than your typical agent. Of course, she wasn't a field agent but was the lead intelligence analyst on the east coast reporting directly to Maria Hill.
She reached over to find his side of the bed was cool but figured he must have gone on his morning run with Steve and Sam. She sat up and saw a bottle of water next to some pain killers, which she downed, grateful that Bucky was so thoughtful. Drinking the entire bottle of water she realized she really needed to pee. Standing slowly so as not to irritate her headache she grabbed one of Bucky's t-shirts to cover herself and went to relieve herself. When she was done she went back to sit up in bed and check her emails for today's agenda.
When she was responding to a message from Maria Hill the suite door opened and Bucky came in, sweaty and gorgeous. He saw her curled up on his bed and smiling up at him.
"Morning Buck. Good run?"
He nodded and smirked "Yeah, Sam whined at us to wait up but we just lapped him until he shut up"
"Sounds fun. Since it's Sunday and nothing is scheduled, why don't you take a shower and come back to bed?"
Bucky felt his heart stop "Look doll about last night. You know you're one of my best friends and I love you but I don't feel comfortable getting into a real relationship right now. I still have so much work to do on myself. Last night was great and I was thinking we could have one of those friends with extras, or whatever it's called. You know, to blow off steam."
Her stomach dropped and she felt her eyes filling up "You mean friends with benefits?"
He nodded enthusiastically "Yeah, that's it." he smiled hopefully.
Y/N was quiet for a minute before responding, was it worth the almost guaranteed heartbreak to have more nights like last night? She shook her head, unwilling to take that risk again.
"I'm sorry Buck but I can't do that. I get attached and end up heartbroken. I can't sleep with people that I don't have romantic feelings for."
His eyes grew wide "Wait, that means you have feelings...." He trailed off.
She nodded whispering "Yeah, I do."
Bucky's face dropped "Shit, Cookie, I'm sorry. I thought we were on the same page last night. I don't know what to say. I mean, I might develop feelings over time but I don't know. I don't want to make any promises, you know?"
She swallowed the sob that tried to escape "You don't have to say anything, we can just pretend this never happened. Ok?"
She got up from the bed, clutching the sheet to her and desperately searching for her dress from last night. When she found it she quickly put it on not realizing it was inside out.
He nodded but wasn't feeling too sure of that, he could hear her heart speed up and see her hands shaking "Yeah, sure, nothing has to change."
She smiled at him sadly, tears escaping "I uh I just remembered some paperwork I needed to finish up. I'll catch you later."
"Wait doll. I-"
"Don't worry it's fine." She cleared her throat "I could use a little space and just have work to do." She kissed him on the cheek before rushing out.
Bucky stood there, not sure how to proceed. He didn't want to lose his friend but really didn't feel like he could handle a relationship now. The stress relief from the great sex they had was something he could handle and he did have feelings for her, since the day he arrived at the compound but he knew she deserved a better man than him.
**Flashback**
Y/N was in her office reviewing some reports to glean even the smallest details before they went to the appropriate briefing packets that the field agents would use to form their strategy, when she received a text from Captain America himself, requesting her presence in the common area.
She put away all of the classified info on her desk, locked it and locked the door on her way out. She took the elevator which opened into the common area and was surprised to see a large group of agents already there.
She heard Steve shout her name "Cookie! Over here." and saw his hand waving so headed in his direction.
Steve gave her a hug and pulled away excitedly "Look Cookie, it's my friend, Bucky."
Cookie smiled and offered her hand. When Bucky looked at her she felt her breath catch, holy shit was he gorgeous, way hotter than the pictures in his file "Pleased to meetcha Sargent Barnes"
Both of them felt sparks when they touched but Bucky responded like she had burned him pulling away quickly. Cookie's smile dropped for a second before she forced it back.
Bucky looked at her through his long hair "You too, ma'am."
She could see how he was shrinking into himself, trying to look smaller so she stepped back to give him space.
Steve looked at them both oddly but smiled softly when he heard how fast her heart was beating and the slight blush on Bucky's face. That was a look he remembered from so many years ago, when Bucky met Dot.
**end flashback**
The next few weeks were tense, Y/N and Bucky barely spoke outside of Avengers business. He was always busy, rushing to train or something every time she tried to talk to him. The guilt on his face showed everything, he hated that he hurt her but missed their time together. As soon as he saw her look at him longingly, before she realized he was looking and wiped that look from her face, he had to leave. He hated himself because he knew it hurt her more every time he avoided her but he just couldn't handle seeing her and being reminded of the pain he caused.
There were other, senior agents being trained by Steve, with Bucky and Sam, to prepare for an upcoming mission. Sifting through all the related Intel was keeping Y/N up at night and her haggard appearance had been noticed by most of the team.
They had a meeting to start going over the Intel to plan their strategy. On her way in, Y/N ran into Sharon Carter who she had worked with previously.
"Hey Agent Carter, good to see you."
Sharon laughed softly "Please, Y/N, we've worked together enough for you to call me Sharon."
Y/N laughed awkwardly "Um yeah, Sharon. So how have you been? Any luck finding the power broker?"
Sharon shook her head obviously frustrated "No, he's crafty for sure but we'll get him. Rumor is this mission relates to him."
Y/N nodded, "yeah, all of the serious crime in eastern Europe seem to lead back to him." She looked up and saw Nick Fury striding towards them and straightened her shoulders "Director Fury."
He nodded at her "Agent Y/L/N. Carter. Why don't we get this started, Cookie." He looked down at the container on top of her papers.
Y/N went to the front of the room to sit next to Fury's spot at the head of the table, setting the container in his place. She saw that Sharon sat next to Bucky and started talking to him, touching his right arm and laughing softly. Y/N saw Bucky smiling and felt her chest ache, her stomach cramp up and her throat dried since apparently all the water went to her eyes. She sat down and Sam, the only one who knew what happened with her and Bucky, gave her a sad smile and squeezed her hand.
They held hands through the entire meeting, Bucky and Sharon touching hands under the table. He never liked people touching him except for Y/N but apparently he made an exception for Sharon because he just sat smiling. He never even looked towards Y/N.
When the meeting ended, Bucky and Sharon were the first ones out the door as he quickly led her to his room.
Y/N could barely breathe and rushed to her own room, glad it was on a different floor from Bucky's because she didn't think she could handle hearing him and Sharon go at it.
For the next couple of months it went like that. Bucky and Sharon spending most of their time in his room and Y/N trying to stay busy so she didn't think about it. They were hands off outside of his room and insisted they were just friends when Sam mentioned they were always together. Bucky heard Sam grumble about how Y/N used to be the one he wanted to hang out with, but blew it off. Nothing wrong with having a couple of friends. And Y/N didn't want a casual relationship while Sharon was down for everything and was teaching Bucky a lot.
Sharon was friendly with Cookie in the beginning but started being nasty to Y/N, calling her names and throwing out barely veiled insults when Bucky wasn't around, and did everything she could to keep them apart. Not that Bucky ever seemed to notice, too wrapped up in the constant sex to see much else. Even at team functions Sharon worked to keep her away from Bucky, so much that Y/N just avoided the both of them when at all possible.
Y/N was depressed and missing her friend. She had lost weight and had dark circles under her eyes which she claimed were from working all hours. Time wasn't helping at all, she still had dreams about that night and felt an ache in her chest every time she saw Bucky. A couple of times he tried to talk to her, invite her for the movies nites that she never attended anymore but Sharon always started whining for him and Y/N took the hint and made excuses that she had paperwork or needed sleep, anything to avoid them.
Bucky, Sam and Sharon were offsite for a few days so Y/N could pour herself into work and not worry about running into them.
Late one night she was talking to one of her informants in Latvia and the connection was weak. She claimed to have the details on the Power Broker but static kept interfering with the connection.
Y/N heard banging
"Marta?! Marta are you ok? What's going on?"
There was more banging and a clicking noise then she heard Marta crying and begging.
A muffled womans voice came on the line "You better back off of the Power Broker or you will regret it"
Y/N was pissed "Who the Hell is this? Where's Marta? What did-" she heard a gunshot and the crying stopped.
The voice chuckled "She's unavailable and if you don't wise up, you will be too."
The call disconnected.
Y/N had tears in her eyes. She had met Marta a few years back, she had kids, a family. Now Y/N took that weight and swore to whoever was listening that she would make sure the Power Broker paid for this on top of all the other death and destruction.
Y/N refused to stop and eventually passed out on her laptop. She woke to a loud knocking "Y/N you in there? Fury got a package and wants you in his office 20 minutes ago."
Y/N sighed, Maria Hill. "I'll be down asap."
15 minutes later she was out of breath on her way into his office. "Cookie, there you are. I don't know who sent this but both of our names were on it so I'm hoping you know what's up."
Y/N looked over the package, Latvian stamp no return address. She sighed "Looks like it's from one of my informants in Latvia. I was on the phone with her last nite when she was shot. And a distorted womans voice told me to back off of the Power Broker or I'd be next."
Fury nodded "Alright well let's see what she had."
Y/N carefully opened the package which included a large white envelope that felt like it was full of pictures and a zip lock with a post-it that said 'fingerprints'.
Fury called an intern in to take the prints for processing as Y/N pulled out a stack of pictures. Her jaw dropped as her heart sped up and she began to shake. There was one thing the pictures all had in common......
Sharon fucking Carter.
Chapter 2
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l'amour de ma vie
Thought I was depressed or losing my mind My stomach upset almost all of the time But after I left, it was obvious why (oh), mm Because for you, you I was the love of your life, mm But you were not mine (but you were not mine)
đČđđđđ: Angst
đ»đđđđđđ: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader
đđđđđđđđ:Â Hurt/No Comfort, Angst fest lmao, Buckyâs kinda a dick in this one (so for all the ppl who donât like reading Bucky in a negative light, this isnât for you babe. *Iâm ppl), The reader is implied to be chubby/plus size, slight body insecurity, but I think reader girl bossed in this (maybe itâs just me), AGAIN THERE IS NO FLUFF HERE ABSOLUTELY NONE.Â
âYou ruined meâ You glared at him âYou ruined me, Bucky Barnesâ Itâs been 2 weeks and 3 days since Bucky broke up with me. The audacity of that man. I donât know where it went wrong. Was it when he started coming home late? Or when he started sleeping on the couch? There were too many instances to count. I guess the straw that broke the camelâs back was when he left his phone on the counter, Sharonâs contact notification glowed brightly. âWe should stop thisâ God I thought for once I wasnât an idiot, but once again my ego was shattered. That fucker told me he loved me, all of me. From my smile, to my curves, to my thighs. And yet he still went for miss perfect. âBabyââ The asshole spoke. âBaby? Seriously Barnes? Trying to soften me up? Weâre SO past that!â I laugh incredulously. Fighting the tears welling in my eyes. âYou promised me! You dick! You promised me! You said you looked past thisââ gesturing to my body âI thought you saw me for me, Bucky!â He looked embarrassed. Good. âBaby, can we please not do it here?â He looked around the common room we were standing in. The place occupied by the team who were in awe and disbelief on whatâs going on. This bitch âOh! Youâre embarassed? Good, let them see your shame for the lying, cheating piece of shit that you are!â Gasps are echoed throughout the room. The woman in question as well, finally, looking away in shame. Bucky looked helpless. The severity of the situation finally hitting him like a freight train. âPlease, it was a mistake. Yes, Iâm a huge asshole for hurting you. You have all the right. I love you. What I did will haunt me for the rest of my life and Iâm sorryââ tears flowing freely from his eyes at this point âIâm so so sorryâ The sight before you couldâve made you fold easily. Bucky on his knees, grovelling. Your Bucky who held you when your friends abandoned you. Your Bucky who drove you to McDonaldâs at 3am to get nuggets. Your Bucky who dropped everything just to go home and take care of you at your lowest. For a second you thought that everything happening at the moment was just a bad dream. He would never hurt you⊠But he did. His cries snapped you back to reality. âI broke up with you because I was a coward, I thought I could fix myself and come back to your life a better manâ I shouldâve told you soonerâ All I could do is stare at him, emotionless and numb. What does one even do in this situation? The (once) love of your life, who has hurt you beyond any comprehension is grovelling at your feet. Should I say something? Should I lash out at him? Should I make him get up? It was all becoming too much In the end, I just turned my heel and left. The echoes of his increasing sobs and pleas following me. Good.
đčđđđđ: This may or may not be based on real-life... Oops. The angst gods were coursing through me ngl. I haven't written in months so this is exciting. The depression is still there and thriving but I'm not gonna let it stop me from doing what I love :>. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. Hopefully, I get to write more Bucky stuff (I promise there will be more fluff. God knows this man deserves it). Anyway, hope y'all have a great day/night! xoxo
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Wedding Bells II
Wanda Maximoff x female!Reader
Summary : Your best friend is getting married. Youâre beyond elated. And he asked you to be his best man. But thereâs a catch. The maid of honour is the woman you were with for two years. The woman you were going to get down on one knee and ask to spend the rest of your life together. The woman who cheated on you, smashing your heart into millions of tiny pieces. Can you truly make it down the aisle with her on your arm?
Warnings : fluff, angst, cheating
Authorâs Note : This story has elements of cheating, maybe a graphic description further down the road. The reader is female and has no particular race or body type so feel free to imagine yourself (though I write with woc in mind).
I spent a long time staring at pictures of Kathryn Hahn's face to figure out her eye colour (not that I truly mind) so y'all better appreciate my dedication.
Word Count : 1265
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Preparations for the wedding are in full swing, but you have surprisingly little to do. You never realised that most of the work is taken over by the brideâs side. Youâre thankful for it, you suppose. Youâre kept in the loop, sure, but you never actively contribute. Youâre glad, you couldnât imagine having to interact with Wanda regularly. That one voicemail was enough to drive you up the fucking wall. You never did end up replying to it. You thought about it a lot though. Even found yourself going back and listening to it but the initial anger was replaced by something else. Something you didnât want to dwell too long on or God forbid you act on those feelings. It was best to keep your distance until it was absolutely necessary or unavoidable for you to interact with her.Â
Bucky and Natashaâs engagement party was this weekend. You were as ready as youâd ever be. Youâd gotten a brand new outfit, an emerald green jumpsuit with a halter neck and mostly open back. The colour looked beautiful on you and you had just the right heels to pair with it. You were going to get your hair done professionally the day before too, putting it up high so that you could really show off your outfit. You were leaving no stone unturned. There was only one problem : a date. You needed one ASAP. You could ask your friend from work, Carol, to come along. You knew how much Wanda despised her but Carol tends to get a bit handsy when she has a couple of drinks in her, as the entire office witnessed at the Christmas party last year. So, she was not an option. You need to find yourself a date, fast. Peggy had offered to introduce you to her cousin, Sharon, and youâd jumped on the idea. She was a total smokeshow, that woman. Youâd met her before, at Peggy and Steveâs wedding but back then you had no idea she was into women. You were going out to meet her at your favourite bar downtown for a drink. Casual, laid back. Peggy had already told her you were looking for a date and she seemed fine with it so that was half your work already done for you.Â
That evening, you meet Sharon for a drink and you must admit, sheâs just as gorgeous as you remember. She stands up to greet you, pulling you close for a hug and you can smell the sweet perfume on her. The shorts sheâs wearing hug her figure amazingly and her top is low cut enough to give a teasing hint of cleavage. Sheâs pure seduction with legs that seem to go on for miles and perfectly styled blonde waves.Â
The date seemed to be going well but honestly, you found something off about her. You tried to push the feeling down, thinking itâs because youâre still kind of stuck on Wanda but no, it kept bubbling up to the surface. And for good reason too. Alarm bells started going off in your brain the moment she asked what your financial situation was like. You wanted to tell her it was none of her business, or make some dumb joke about how that was a more third date kind of line of questioning but instead you told her just what she was itching to hear. God, you wish you had a spine.
âItâs okay, I get by,â you shrug and the look of pure joy that takes over her face is blinding.
âHow would you feel if I told you that I have a business opportunity for you thatâs going to make you a lot of money?â she asks gleefully.Â
You shouldâve ended the date then and there but your lack of a goddamn spine came through and you sat and listened to her whole spiel, telling her you were interested in selling nutritional supplements as a side hustle to make extra money and that youâd get back to her soon. She left pretty satisfied after that and it was safe to say that you hate yourself.
You were getting sick of this. Another failed first date. You plop yourself down on the bar stool and the bartender, and your friend, Agatha, greets you with a quirk of her perfectly plucked eyebrow.Â
âWhat was wrong with this one?â She asks, setting a tall glass of seven and seven in front of you, on the house, she says.Â
âIs it too much to ask to not get roped into an MLM recruitment on the first date? I mean, save that shit for the tenth date, at least,â you say as you take a rather large sip from your glass.Â
âIt happens to,â she trails off before sighing, âActually, it does not happen to all of us,â she finishes with a snort.
âIâm cursed,â you groan, sipping from the straw.
âYouâre not cursed, youâre just special,â she says sympathetically, patting your hand before going to the other end of the bar to attend to another customer.Â
âSo, who was she?â Agatha asks.
âSharon. Sheâs my friend Peggyâs cousin. I didnât even know she was into women,â you shrug.
âHmm, maybe she was just trying to get a new member for her cult. What do they sell anyway?âÂ
âNutritional supplements or like gummies or something, I wasnât listening,â you grumbel, biting the straw.Â
âWell, you need to wade through a sea of cheaters and recruiters to finally find the one. And youâre young, you have time,â she says. Agatha was older than you, by ten years at least. You were turning thirty this year and she seemed closer to forty, though youâd never ask her.
âNot really. I need a date for my friends Bucky and Natâs wedding. My ex is gonna be there too,â you say, blowing bubbles into your drink.
âThe one who cheated on you?â she asks, wiping down the counter.
âYeah, and last I heard, sheâs still with that old guy she cheated on me with,â you sigh, holding your head in your hands in despair. A warm hand encircles your wrist, making you look up. Agathaâs looking at you with a mischievous smile and you realise that you never noticed before just how pretty her eyes were. They were a pale grey and if you werenât so close to her, one might even mistake them for blue.Â
âSo, you need a date for this wedding to make your ex realise what sheâs missing, right?â Sheâs outright smirking now, a twinkle to her eyes in mirth.
âYeah, what are you suggesting?â you frown, confusion lacing your tone.
âI think I might have an idea of exactly who can help you,â she says and you must say, youâre intrigued. Youâve never heard her speak like this, so giddy, almost evil. She was easy going and while you werenât extremely close to her, you knew her well enough to know she wouldnât cause you any harm, not intentionally.
âReally? And who might that be? If youâre about to suggest a shrink, I have a rather colourful array of words to offer,â you squint your eyes at her, wondering where sheâs going with this.
âDarling, no one short of the good Lord up above can help you but for this situation, I know who can,â she says as she lets go of your wrist, knowing that she has your full attention.Â
âWell? Spit it out already,â you demand impatiently.
With a dramatic flourish of her hands, she says in a sultry tone âMe, darling, who else?âÂ
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Chapter 20
Warnings: None
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.
Ben didn't react at all, which was making you think that he didn't have anything to do with this. But Y/S/N on the other hand, flinched for a second, eyes darting around the room, realizing the position that she was in.
"Pardon?" She asked calmly.
"Our father came to visit me earlier today." You said carefully.
She frowned, "Y/N, our father is dead. He was murdered."
"I know. I was there." You said coldly. There was a pause in the room, the tension could've been cut with a knife. You smiled a little, "You know, there were so many things that I wondered. I wondered why we didn't have similar soulmates. I mean, we both know how sibling soulmates work. Jessie and Katherine both got Pietro. Thor and Loki got me. Me and Elizabeth got Avengers. . . so I always wondered how you never got an Avenger as your soulmate, or how I never got a normal person as mine. But it makes sense now."
Y/S/N just watched me, brow furrowed. Ben's brow was also furrowed, looking between her and you, not saying anything.
"And then, I wondered how I could care for Minerva so easily when we had no connection by soulmate. I thought maybe that it was because I felt I owed Elizabeth, or that I was there when Minerva was born so I obviously had a connection to her. But no, that's not it at all. You see, I don't feel the same for your daughter, who you conveniently, I noticed, have named Melody. Which means that Elizabeth was really my sister, and you weren't."
"Y/S/N, what is she talking about?" Ben asked quietly. But Y/S/N didn't answer him, keeping her gaze on me.
"You would really believe a mad man that tried to kill you, over your own sister?" Y/S/N scoffed. "Are you kidding me right now?! How much have we been through together? You always kept me safe and now this man comes along, tells you I'm not your sister and you just believe him?!"
"He also told me you were part of HYDRA." You continued, hoping that you weren't making a mistake in trusting the man.
"I'm younger than you!" Y/S/N protested.
"That you are." You nodded. "So I did wonder why it would even matter whether or not you were my sister. After all, if you were younger than me, you wouldn't know about HYDRA anyways because I was only a year old when I was given to our adopted parents. But then I remembered," you looked up at her again, "You used to do all of those after school activities and clubs. They were always private clubs too. You always had to have a certain grade to get in. Our parents were proud, but now I'm wondering if they were something more."
"You're crazy. I cannot believe this." Y/S/N scoffed. "I can't help it if I had good grades and they wanted to reward me for it!"
You were silent now, watching her. "Why would you flinch when I called you Melody?"
She gazed at me, eyes darting around the room. Fury shifted where he stood. Coulson and Maria were standing behind him just a little, waiting for her answer.
"My daughters name is Melody." Y/S/N said. "And your voice was rather cold, wasn't it?"
Ben looked utterly confused. The year and a half old baby on his lap was starting to stir out of her nap.
"Well you had to know I wasn't going to be trying to talk to your daughter." You answered. You paused, tilted your head, and then said, "We can't possibly of had the same mother. You're two years younger than me after all. And my mother went to jail first."
"No. . ." Y/S/N said slowly. "We didn't have the same mother."
Pietro, Wanda, and Vision were downstairs now, listening in at the side door.
Y/S/N straightened up, staring straight at me, "Even if I wasn't your sister. Even if I am everything that you- that this man that claims to be your father says I am, why would it matter huh? Even if I was Brock Rumlow's daughter, what does that matter? I have never tried to hurt you Y/N! Can you even possibly think of an instance where I hurt you?"
"She never said you were Rumlow's daughter." Bucky said softly. "You said that."
Y/S/N sucked in her bottom lip. "Fine. I'm Rumlow's daughter. Elizabeth was your real sister. Are you happy? I admitted it. But I never hurt you Y/N. I would never do that. You protected me for so many years. Think! Can you even think of an instance where I hurt you?"
And the answer was no.
There was no time that you could think of where Y/S/N- Melody- had hurt you. She had always tried to help you. She brought you back to your mates when you ran from the tower. She was always so supportive and laughing.
"I understand now." Tony said softly, getting to his feet. "It all makes sense now."
Everyone looked at him, wondering what the heck he was trying to say.
"You know." Tony said, taking a few steps towards Melody, who glared at him. "I never stopped looking into all of the attacks in the Bahamas. I couldn't understand how F.R.I.D.A.Y. was missing something vital. A common figure that could have possibly caused the attacks on Y/N. But I understand now. You were the common figure."
"Are you-" Melody said angrily.
"You were bunking with Y/N in the hotel room." Tony said. "But after the first night, you moved out. I thought you were staying in Ben's room, but you weren't, were you?"
Ben opened his mouth and then closed it. You felt terrible for him right now.
"No, you were staying in a completely different hotel than the one we had booked." Tony said. "I thought it was strange, but it was the same one that your adopted father had booked, so I thought it was possible you were making things up with him. Not to mention, you were Y/N's sister soulmate, you wouldn't possibly do anything to hurt her. It was out of the question."
"You knew all of the plans ahead of time." Fury said, nodding his head slowly. "You were able to alert your fellow HYDRA agents so that they could be prepared ahead of time."
Melody was trembling with anger.
"You didn't go with us on Karaoke night." You whispered, realizing it. "You said that you wanted to stay in. You knew that it was rigged with bombs."
"But you kept failing." Tony said, shaking his head in disgust. "And then Elizabeth joined the group. You two never got along and I always wondered why."
"The day of the bomb attack." You gasped in realization.
"You went out on a date with Ben not even five minutes before it happened. You slipped out the front door and said you'd be back before dinner." Clint said, closing his eyes. "I remember being frustrated that you left the gate wide open."
"How'd you convince Rocket to disable F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.
"It was a bet." Melody admitted.
Ben scooted away slightly, holding little Mel tighter in his arms. "Y/S/N what-"
She glared at him.
"You can either come clean about everything and you'll be put in an ordinary cell with visiting privileges, or you can go straight to the raft and never seen another soul for the rest of your days." Fury said. "It's your choice."
Melody looked over at Mel in Ben's arms. Despite everything, you knew she loved that little girl. But you also wondered how she had gotten here.
She sighed. "I was actually born four years before you, Y/N. Rumlow brought me up in secret and when you were born with your magic lines, your parents tried to kill you. You were handed around SHIELD for a long time before you finally reached our adopted parents destination. There, I was posed as the younger sister. There was so much I had to fake like not being able to feed myself or talk, but even at that young age, I understood the importance of a mission. HYDRA made sure of that."
Bucky shifted in on his feet. You knew that despite his hate for her at the moment, he also knew how it was under HYDRA's rule and was thinking about how terrible it must've been for a little girl to go through that.
"I was the HYDRA princess and they made sure I knew that." Melody said softly. "And you're right. In school, they had special meetings for certain kids. Some, like me, were already part of HYDRA's kid program. Others were indoctrinated into it. As I grew older, I was given my missions. I never had a problem carrying them out. It was easier that I was playing the younger sister too. And then there was on particular mission that I knew would change everything."
"You got our mom killed." You whispered.
"It wasn't easy," Melody admitted, leaning back on the sofa, crossing her arms like she didn't even care. "I couldn't actually kill her of course. But I got us into a position where if they did miss mom, they would hit you instead. It would take care of everything. But as planned, our adopted mom did step in the way for you. And so that was my most successful mission and also my promotion."
Ben looked absolutely sick. He desperately wanted to move off the couch, but he was also frozen where he was sitting.
"I mean, it wasn't easy living alone with you, especially when I knew I could just slit your throat in the middle of the night. But no, they wanted to know who your soulmates were. They figured they would be either powerful, rich, or influential. Turns out it was all three, wasn't it? Once we both moved into the tower, my missions became more difficult. There was so much information to steal, but I also had to maneuver around F.R.I.D.A.Y. so she didn't get suspicious."
You swallowed, your throat dry. So much manipulation and you'd never even known.
"HYDRA had attempted to keep tabs on Elizabeth for a long time." She admitted. "They didn't know about her water powers though, they didn't find out until I reported back to them about 'em. They became interested in her because of them. So I left the gate open so that they could get to the house and kidnap her. They took both of you instead."
"You killed Rhodey." You choked out. "That was you. And Elizabeth and Hogun."
"They wouldn't be the first deaths in my book." She said nonchalantly. "I saw you and our adopted father talking about everything in the Bahamas. I had to alert HYDRA to your position. I was afraid my position had been compromised after he'd seen Elizabeth. He had to know who she was- or so I assumed."
"So you had him killed." You choked out.
Melody just smiled crookedly. "It was to soon for a compromise."
"What did they want with Elizabeth?" Pietro asked, eyes flashing in anger.
"They wanted to extract her powers." Melody answered. "The plan was to put the powers into another person who was loyal to HYDRA."
"Why kill her afterwards?" Vision asked, his voice hard with emotion.
"It would only be a matter of time before Dr. Banner discovered that Elizabeth and Y/N had similar blood properties and then go into their DNA and find out that they were related." Melody answered.
"That's why they took me as well." You said. "Because they wanted to see if I had any powers like Elizabeth."
"Yes. And you don't." Melody answered. "Because she got them from her mother."
"What happened to her powers? Were they ever able to extract them?" T'Challa asked.
"Yes. But they put them into someone else." Melody smarted.
"Minerva." Loki said. You were surprised he hadn't said anything yet, though his voice was shaking with so much emotion you weren't actually surprised.
"With us split up over Bucky's drama, you were able to get HYDRA to attack the safe house." Thor rumbled. "That way they could take Minerva. But the only way to do that was to get Wanda and Vision out of the picture."
"Naturally." Melody said, sounding almost bored with the conversation. "But then your father had to show up and ruin everything by telling you. And now we're here."
"Who else helped you?" Vision asked.
"Every name helps you." Maria added.
"Even with HYDRA, why didn't you just run?" Bucky asked, "We're the Avengers, we could have helped."
"You killed my father. You killed Rumlow." Melody snapped. "And you've put my mother on the run forever. She can never come back to the United States."
"We can bring your mother back if you tell us who she is." Fury said. "There are pardons for every crime."
"But she didn't commit a crime, did she?" Melody snarled. "Right Steve? Right Sam? Bucky? Helping you out wasn't a crime at all."
Steve's brow furrowed. "Who are you talking about?"
Melody glared at him. "Sharon Carter is my mother."
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Tales of Suspense (1959) #93
#interesting interplay to have Sharon be silent with just thought bubbles as sheâs taken away#but have the narration refer to Steve hearing her scream#but Iâm posting this because of course I enjoy the Bucky angst#marvel#steve rogers#sharon carter#my posts#comic panels
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It's effortless, really, for Bucky to slip once more beneath the blanket of Hydraâs conditioning; old patterns slipping back into place, nice and easy, as natural as breathing.
Or,
In Madripoor, Selby gets to name her price. Sam and Bucky must keep up the charade for a little while longer.
#bucky#bucky barnes#winter soldier#fatws#my fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#mcu#helmut zemo#sam wilson#sharon carter#angst#whump#ao3
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I'M BACK, BABYYYY!! LEGACY IS NOW BEING UPDATED AGAIN!
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Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Reader
@spideysriddle for the awesome aesthetic!
Summary: When you get the call from Bucky about a potential mission, you didnât think it would change your life in more ways than one.
The Call: Bucky calls you with a mission, and you canât help but accept.
Aftermath: Following the fight with the Flag Smashers, you need a certain brunette super-soldier to help you get through your injuries.
The Final Session: After getting him out of jail, Bucky realizes that you might have to turn to an old foe in order to get information about the new super soldiers running around Europe.
The Conversation: Having a moment to spare, you and Bucky have the opportunity to talk about what happened and what it means. After seeing Zemo, Bucky runs you and Sam through a hypothetical that turns out to be not so hypothetical.
Stay In Character: Going to Madripoor, you, Sam, and Bucky are forced to play roles of people you are not. It takes a toll on some more than others.
Unexpected: Things take an unexpected turn when meeting Selby, which causes an even more unexpected ally to emerge from the shadows.
Broken Promises: While (y/n) was recuperating at Sharon's, Bucky makes a decision and breaks a promise he made to her, putting strain on their newly labeled relationship.
Coming Soon!
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Glimpses
Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, Bucky (yes, he's a warning), reader has the ability to show other people images in their head (does that make sense?), otherwise not described, spoilers for fatws
Word count: tba
Authors note: To be honest, I've been working on this for months, bit by bit. I didn't have much time to write or post something lately, and somehow, the motivation went with it. But I love this man to no end, and I had to finish this (for my sake, too). Im not a hundred percent happy with it, but we're just gonna roll with it.
I hope you enjoy it.
It gnawed at you, gripping you with a hand made of iron, it's icy fingers sending chills down your spine.
How could she do this to you?
Someone you once envied for being related to Peggy Carter, one of the founders of SHIELD, maybe one of the coolest persons to have ever existed.
Now, you couldn't help but pity Sharon Carter.
Sam nudged your foot with his, ripping you out of your thoughts. "What's up with you?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed.
Blinking at him, you tried to grasp what he was talking about, before shaking your head with a sigh.
"When Sharon was pardoned, I heard her say something I don't know what to think of..." you mumbled, biting your cheek. Sam rose a brow in return, Bucky's furrowing.
You were sitting in a private jet, a small table in front of you, with Sam sitting diagonally to your right and Bucky to your left.
"When she came out, she dialed someone, saying something about super soldiers being off the menu, weapons and 'should be something for everyone'." you recited what you had heard her say.
You had been there to congratulate her, welcome her back. But, when she stepped out the building, immediately dialing someone, you hid back in the crowd, carefully listening.
Yeah, eavesdropping wasn't nice, but something urged you to do it.
And you had been right.
"Nah," Sam made, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You must have misheard her."
Licking your lip, you shook your own head. "No, I know what I've heard."
Sam's brows furrowed, eyes trained on you. "Y/N, I'm sure you just misheard her." he repeated his words softer.
Eyes widening, your mouth was agape. "Sam-" you started, but he cut you off. "No, Y/N-" "Sam!" with a yell of his name and a slam of your hand on the table, you locked eyes, letting your power whir to life.
You could see your own eyes change color in his iris, energy flowing through you, as you forced him to see what you've seen.
Sharon left the building with a smile on her face, radiating confidence. Pulling out her phone she dialed a number, slowly walking further down the steps.
"Start lining up our buyers." she spoke into the phone, seemingly not caring enough to watch her surroundings for anyone listening. "Super Soldiers might be off the menu, but we're about to have full access to government secrets, prototype weapons, you name it. Should be something for everyone."
With that, she left, leaving you speechless.
With a gasp, you let go of Sam's mind, rapidly blinking to get the dry feeling out of your eyes.
Sam stared onto the table, swallowing. His hands trembled slightly, whilst Bucky grew impatient.
"Can I see?" he wanted to know, eagerly leaning forward in his seat. It made you chuckle, despite the dread in your stomach.
Letting Bucky enter your mind, was something different.
You weren't able to control your powers a hundred percent, which would be a risk, when letting someone in. There could be emotions or flashes of memories that could seep through, something you didn't want.
Especially not with him.
You had been in love with him for a while now, but never dared to make a move on it. Not, when he was so far out of your league.
Swallowing, you nodded hesitantly.
Locking eyes with Bucky's blue ones, you let your power come to life again, heart pounding faster.
You showed him the same thing you showed Sam, trying your hardest to concentrate only on the memory of Sharon, nothing else.
Slipping back out of it, you blinked rapidly, whilst Bucky sat frozen in his chair.
Shaking your head, you felt it deep in your chest, slowly making its way up - luckily for you, you had cut the connection already.
It was a memory you cherished deep in your heart, one of your favorites. It was Bucky, smiling happily.
Most of the time his smile didn't reach his eyes, not like it should have. He wasn't as carefree, at least not until he teamed up with Sam.
He was lying on the sofa in Sarah's house, Sam's sister. The kids had been playing with the shield, whilst Bucky was still sleeping on the couch.
You had been sitting at the small coffee table, able to see him, but he wouldn't see you at first glance.
When he woke up, softly calling out to the kids with a smile and a peace, they panicked, putting the shield back into its bag.
It had you smiling into your mug, quietly chuckling, as you sipped your coffee.
His smile was real, beautiful and rare. His eyes sparkled with joy, sunlight catching in them, highlighting the blue of his iris, as he leaned back into the cushions.
It showed the Bucky he was back in the forties, slowly peeling away layer after layer of his hardened shell.
Closing your eyes, you willed the memory away, slowly shaking your head, to get rid of it.
When your eyes opened again, looking back up at Bucky and Sam, Bucky's eyes were glued to your face.
His brows were furrowed, deep in thought. His mouth opened the slightest bit, but it closed again, like a fish.
Your own eyes widened the slightest bit, belly churning, as you realized.
The faint line connecting your minds - it was still there.
Your breathing fastened, fist clenching, as you looked at Sam, trying to come up with something to pull him into a conversation - but your mind was as blank as a wall.
Seriously, now you were able to think of nothing?
Your hands began to sweat, as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears. It was exactly what you had feared to happen, not being able to control it.
Mostly the reason you never really let Bucky enter your mind, fearing what he might find.
"Do you think-" Sam started, but cut himself off with a shake of his head. "That she's the power broker?" you returned, eager to flee into this conversation, but it was over just as fast as it had begun. "Yeah."
Bucky didn't say anything, eyes fixed on his hands that were seated in his lap.
Sam sighed, one hand swiping over his face. He was tired, you could tell. Being the new Captain America wasn't easy.
"Excuse me." you mumbled, standing up, before heading out of the room and towards the bathroom, where you locked yourself in.
You choked on a breath, fighting the tears, but soon losing. How could you be so careless? You should have known it wouldn't end well, letting him enter your mind.
But it would have been suspicious not to show him, either.
You could only hope you'd get out of this unscathed.
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Sam cleared his throat in discomfort, fist clenching on the table.
If he hadn't known your memories were true, he would have brushed it off with a laugh. He'd worked with Sharon before, and she never seemed like someone who would turn on her own people.
How long, til she would turn on them?
Eyes lifting, they met the side of Bucky's face. He was quiet, more than usual.
"How can she do this to us, after all we went through?" Sam asked in a mumble, ripping Bucky from his thoughts with a "Huh?".
Brows furrowing, Sam tried to analyze the man he didn't want to call friend, even though he'd become exactly that over the past few weeks.
"What's up with you?" he asked, frown deepening. Sure, Bucky had his moments where his thoughts drifted off, but not like this.
Not when you just basically fled a minute ago.
Bucky shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "I don't know." he gave back, forehead wrinkling in thought.
Hell, if he could only make sense of what he'd seen.
"What happened?" Sam dug deeper, having noticed how long you two had been silent when showing him what you'd seen.
It took longer than he thought needed to.
Bucky wiped over his face.
It was like he switched bodies with you when that memory of yours slipped through. He could feel everything.
Every little emotion.
"I-" Bucky was searching for the right words as he suddenly stood. "Excuse me."
He followed into the direction you'd taken off to, causing Sam to frown even more.
He stopped in front of the bathroom door, softly knocking before the courage could have left him.
"Y/N?" he called out, heart beating unsteady. "Can we please talk?"
You flinched, perched on the toilet seat as you desperately wiped at your face. "Why?" you called out, giving your very best to sound neutral.
You could hear him hesitate, the little sounds that left his mouth that he himself didn't even notice. "Please?" he then just asked, fingers drumming on the door.
You hesitated as well, not sure if you should open the door to face your imminent death of shame.
With a heavy sigh you got up, though, shaky fingers fumbling for the lock, taking a moment longer to unlock it before it was pushed open by Bucky merging into the small bathroom, cramping the space even more.
You stumbled back, colliding with the sink.
"What was that?" Bucky wanted to know, eyes on yours, searching them for anything that gave him an answer. "What?" you gave back, deciding to act dumb.
Maybe he wouldn't notice.
Of course he would, you idiot.
His brows furrowed, a look of confusion and bewilderment crossing his features. "You know exactly what I mean, don't play dumb now, Y/N!" he shot back, not amused.
See?
Told you so.
You swallowed the lump that somehow didn't want to budge, blocking your airways. "I- I don't know." you stuttered out, mentally cursing yourself for being so reckless to let him enter your mind in the first place.
Bucky frowned even more, not sure whether to believe you or not. After all he had felt it, not sure if he really wanted to know, though.
He didn't dare to hope.
You inhaled shakily, trying to force your heart rate down, to calm yourself a little.
Easier said than done.
"Are you sure you don't know?" Bucky pressed, voice tinged with something you couldn't place. "Because I'm sure I didn't imagine what I've seen or felt."
You flinched at that.
He knew, he knew for fucks sake, and there was no way you could have made him believe that it was nothing.
To be fair, you wouldn't have believed yourself, either.
No one would feel immense happiness, content, and warmth just because of a person they saw as a friend.
Come on.
You swallowed, averting your gaze. There was no backing out now, not when Bucky literally blocked the exit with his presence and muscular body.
"You- you felt it." you mumbled, biting your cheek as your cheeks warmed up slightly, gaze glued to the floor.
Bucky huffed, searching for words for a moment. How was he to explain what he felt?
"It- it was like I was back in the forties." he began, licking his lips. "I felt content, happy. And then I saw this... this memory of yours from me. I didn't know you were there, I didn't see you. What does this mean?"
He sounded desperate, and you didn't know whether it was because he didn't want your feelings for him or if it was the exact opposite.
Your name fell from his parted lips when you didn't answer, and had you looked up into his cerulean eyes, you'd seen the desperation, too.
"I can't tell you." you eventually mumbled, biting your cheek raw. "What? Why?" Bucky gave back, eyes widening before he frowned. "Y/N, what does this mean? Please, tell me!"
You looked up at him, your own brows furrowed in a frown.
Why did he want to know so badly?
"You know what it means." you gave back, doing your best not to avoid his gaze this time. His lips parted a fraction before he shook his head. "No." he said. "I want you to say it."
You heart stumbled once more, threatening to burst from the pace it was going at.
Did he want to have something to laugh about? Did he want to make a fool of you?
Swallowing, you shook your head. "No." you breathed out. "I can't."
His gaze hardened slightly, blue irises growing darker. "Say it." he repeated himself, not going to back down.
He'd rather go back to HYDRA than let this opportunity, this chance pass.
Your eyes widened, and you shook your head again. But before you had the chance to decline once more, he said it again, this time louder. "Say it!"
"I have feelings for you!" you blurted out loudly, his agitation causing you to crack and slip up.
Suddenly, the room grew eerily silent, the ringing in your ears blocking out his harsh breathing. His heart was racing way too fast for a man his age, and he forgot how to breathe for a moment.
He had hoped to hear these words, after all they were the only logical explanation, yet he was speechless. Didn't know how to react.
It's never like it is in your dreams.
Especially not when a dream suddenly comes true.
You shrinked back mentally and physically, his lack of response unsettling. It made you more nervous than you already were, hands sweating as you desperately tried to keep your shit together.
Why didn't he say anything?
When you wanted to push past him, and out of the small bathroom, his metal hand wrapped around your wrist. Your sudden movement had broken him out of his stupor, and he simply couldn't just let you go.
Before you knew it, he had tugged you back in front of him, his lips pressing against yours in a searing kiss.
It wasn't gentle, it was hard and rushed, as he tried to somehow tell you what his vocal cords weren't able to at the moment.
You gasped for air, not prepared for being hauled back and kissed breathless like that.
Bucky greedily took the invitation that wasn't one, his tongue pushing inside your mouth, exploring it before it tangled with yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his own around your waist as he tugged you closer.
You tasted sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted in his life.
Gasping for breath he let go of your mouth, eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours.
"Don't go." he breathed out shakily, arms wrapping tighter around you like he was scared you'd suddenly vanish if he let go. "Please. There's so much I need to tell you. So please, don't go. I need you, Y/N."
You watched his lashes flutter as he inhaled shakily before his eyes opened. His words had your heart beating faster again, leaving you wanting more.
"What? B-Bucky-" you started, confused because you were so sure he'd reject you.
"No." he cut you off, holding your face in his hands. "I love you."
There it was, out in the open. His most vulnerable moment since HYDRA and he delved into it headfirst. "You have no clue how much I love you, how much these words and these... glimpses mean to me, doll."
You inhaled shakily, every emotion rushing through you at once.
"I just never thought you'd feel the same, deem me worthy of someone as angelic as you."
Your heart ached at his self-deprecating words.
"Bucky," you breathed out his name, shaking your head in his grip. "You're far more worthy than you think you are. You deserve everything good and more."
He grimaced slightly, still not used to being a normal human again. "That's an argument for another time." he said, sending you a crooked smile.
He didn't want to fight right now, not when he much rather wanted to pepper your skin with kisses. And that he did. He kissed everywhere he reached, ignoring your giggles of protest before his lips met yours, silencing you.
It was a feeling that quickly got you addicted.
After a few moments, you broke the kiss, and he placed your head on his chest, inahling your familiar scent.
"Was it intenional?" Bucky wanted to know after a few moments of savoring your warmth, arms circled around you.
It felt really good to hold you like that.
You grimaced slightly. "No, of course not." you gave back. "I can't always control it. Besides, I never thought you'd want me."
"Why?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice as he pulled back slightly to look down at you. "Because I'm weird." you explained, blushing as you averted your gaze. Bucky huffed, using his finger to tilt your chin back up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Baby, weird is my second name." he gave back softly. "Maybe I need a little extra weird."
You wanted to respond something, how you would love to be his extra portion weird, as it suddenly knocked on the door loudly.
"Hurry up, I need to pee!"
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vsego dva prizraka - james bucky barnes des. barnes never trusted you, not once. but upon a different life, he would. notes. angst/comfort, enemies-to-lovers, mention of violence, curse words, idiots-in-love, sharon carter is a meanie here, trauma, torturing and avengers! shenanigans
hello! it's my bucky fic! part ii of upon a different life is here! thank you for supporting it, means a lot! anyway, here's part ii, uh--sharon carter is higkey unlikeable here so, i'm sorry! enjoy loving bucky!
(part i) (part ii) | w.c: 7.8k (got carried away, mb)
As you trace the track of living the endless cycle of you and the White Wolf stumbling in this much different life, James Barnes slowly learns fragments and side of you that were covered during the time in HYDRAâs grasp, donât get him wrong, part of him still navigating in living and breathing around you but somehow, he doesnât mind learning more about you, he somehow find himself tangled in your webs: in which he rationalized that maybe the words of HYDRA never left his head or maybe, just maybe, he felt a sense of familiarity with you, a reminder that he wasnât alone, that in the corners of the Avengers compound, someone understands him.
You, on the other hand, slowly make amends to the people you caused trouble when you were still HYDRAâs living leverage: some of them thanked you for apologizing while some did not take any apologies from you. Despite the hardship of earning peopleâs forgiveness, a part of you was grateful that the bed was even warmer than before, people actually smiled at you, talked to you, and you built the idea that the world isnât always red and bruised.Â
For another, you finally see the Sergeant that fell off the train in 1945, how his life is ultimately different to the one you previously known, how his attention is relatively closed-knitted with books rather than guns and knives, how his grumpy old gaze was just him being confused, and how his metal arm is for carrying Bannerâs stuff rather than a weapon to be used. It is refreshing to see things in a different light, but thereâs still a present guilt on how you stole these simple things from the Sergeant, a lingering disgust within you was still present. How you wish HYDRA didnât use him; how you wished you didnât use himâdespite his given acknowledgement of forgiveness: a terrible little you burns the edge of your mind. Yet, as you meet his eyes while sparring, in missions, in the kitchen, and at night, it keeps you grounded that what you have now is a chance to prove yourselfâthat youâre more than just HYDRAâs stupid toy.
After a few months of the events of you and Bucky sharing a moment in Brooklyn, you two find each otherâs presence more grounding, call it sharing a trauma or trauma-bonding but what is certain, the each of you became each otherâs compass in wandering the softer edge of the world.
The mission was executed properly and Tony Stark, being the man he is, decided to throw a party at the compound: with close friends, workers, family, and the Avengersâas the people went through the party, you stayed at the bar and challenged drinks with Yelena and Sam.
Sam and Yelena are on their fifth drink as their visions start to betray them. It was a stupid challenge, really, but it was amusing to join. As you drank your fifth drink, you winced at the bitterness and warmth coursing through your throat. âYou two okayâŠ?â You asked, basically indicating that you are still in the right state of mind, body, and soul.
âAbsolutelyâŠâ Yelena uttered but her words were shaky and unstable as Sam just nodded and tried to sit up straight. In another point of view, it seems like you poisoned the two, but in this challenge: pride was on the line. âYou know, you two should take a restâŠâÂ
The Falcon immediately protested his dislike at the idea of taking a rest, but before he could argue, he fell off his chair, causing Yelena to fall as well. âTold youâŠâ You uttered under your breath. As Rhodes and Wanda helped the two go back to their room, you were left alone in the bar as a familiar metal arm tapped the table.
âYou finally decided to show up.â Bucky nods and sits on the stool. âI heard that Sam fell flat on his face, so I had to see it.â You shook your head and nodded. âAnything I can get you?â Bucky decided whiskey on the rocks, as he was just taking a sip every now and then.
You asked the White Wolf why he wasn't joining Steve and Thor sharing drinks at the other side of the room, his eyes looking over the God of Thunder and Steve as he just looks back at his drink. âJust not feeling like talking to other people, everyoneâs here is so different from the 40s.â You nodded as you sip your drink as well.
âWell, Iâm not from the 40s, so, I donât know what youâre talking about.â you replied as you watched the people having fun. âBut I guess, I do get where youâre coming from. I mean, people are actuallyâŠtalking, not ordering me around.â You chuckled unsure, yet Bucky knew what you meant.Â
As you sighed, you looked over at him. âHowâs your trip with Peter? I heard the kid practically dragged you around Queens for his project.â A small sigh and smile left Jamesâ lips. âParker was talking a lot, he introduced me in the corners of Queens, it was nice. But I still chooseâ.â you continue his words.
âBrooklyn.â You both said in unison, as he nodded. After a while, you two just watch the party in the bar. In the scene of soft music and chattering noises, it was quiet on your side. As if there was another world being built thereâa look of adoration of the people around the room is present in the eyes of two former people of HYDRA, call it a look of longing or even hoping; in the back of Buckyâs mind he remembered the days where he dance with girls in the 1940s while you wonder if being in a party means being happy in peopleâs company.
Bucky was about to say something when he saw people dancing on the dance floor. Despite the uplifting mood, some people swayed to the music, calmly, not out of rhythm but still a form of slow dancing. His eyes darted to you as he saw how intrigued and focused you are in the people dancing.
âFirst time seeing people dancing?â He asked, as you spared him a look and you nodded. âWould it be weird if I said yes?â Bucky shook his head a ânoâ. He knew what you went through as he took a sip and said: âItâs not weird. But, itâs surprising..â
âWhy is it surprising?â
âWell, when you and Natasha went to the ball for an undercover mission, didnât you two dance with people to blend inâŠ?â
âOh, the mission in Budapest.â You nodded. âI didnât dance that night, not once in my life, I thinkâŠâ He glanced at you, as you asked if he danced. The Sergeant had this nostalgic look in his eyes, as if he tried to remember the soft hands he held as he danced in the 40s. With a last sip of his drink, he had a smug look on his face. â1943. Her name was Connie.â You listened intently.Â
He shared the Stark Expo, the memories he has as he danced with Connie before the war. As he grabbed a beer at a nearby table, to his surprise, youâre actually listening to him: He also told how he gave Steve a date that time, a double date, as he mentioned. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the ambiance, but Bucky couldnât stop talking to youâespecially, when youâre looking at him as if heâs the only person in the world. Listening to him as if the music isnât filling your ears.
He should not let the soft smile appear, yet he loves this. He loved being listened to. Despite, his demeanor and adjusting behavior around you; getting used with you, he let it slipâhe hoped it was the alcohol, god, he hoped it wasâhe smiled at you, not an awkward one nor a smug one, it is a smile reserved for the times he felt at ease: the smile he had when he stayed at Samâs hometown, the smile he had when he saw the flying car in Stark Expo, the smile he had when he was saved by Steve, and a smile that made his ears warm when he was dancing with Connie in 1943.
You smiled back, the Sergeant looked so handsome. A pretty man. In the moment, you two are like teenagers down the block or somewhat two strangers finally see each other eye-to-eye. As James ignored the warmth in his cheeksâpretending it was from the alcoholâhe breaks the smile. As you question: âWas it niceâŠ?â
Moments like this, James realized that you two are not far from each other; he got to experience becoming a human, before mess happened. While you lived in the mess, not knowing what it means to be a humanâhe pity you sometimes, he often wonders if youâre just making this up, waiting for a moment so, you can fuck him up but moments like this, he somehow recalls you had this look of ingenuity, as if you have no clue: how to live.Â
And he knew, for he also had the same look in his eyes. So, he nods and looks at the people sharing a slow dance. âIt felt nice..â As you sip your drink, the Sergeant wants to ask you something, yet a bitter voice in his head holds those words back. In that he settled with that answer, as he drank the beer while you watched the people dance. A simple breath left you: âIâll figure it out how it feels..âÂ
If things were different, the bitter voice in his head would have not bothered himâbut for now, he settled with whatever he had with you, as he left it at that.
You walked in the compound and smelled the spices in the kitchen, with a book in your handâyou saw Vision and Wanda cooking. Since the Redhead A.I has heightened senses, he welcomed and invited you. You felt like a trash third wheel, but as Wanda gave you a smile and offered what they cooked, it was more than welcoming.Â
A look from the outside was watching the three of you, or perhaps, you. The blue eyes watched you, as if he was analyzing how different you look: you looked at ease, your shoulders arenât tense; you looked soâŠcalm. âAre you going to run or are we gonna be staring at them until it gets weird?â Sam eyed the Sergeant as he glared back.
âShut up, Iâm almost done with my lap.â He grunted, going back to the stupid running bet with Sam. As Sam catched up with the grumpy old-man, Sam snickered. âThat cyborg brain of yours is functioning in a new gear.â The Falcon teased, to which Bucky ignoredâbut he couldnât help but wonder why he felt different around you: it was wrong, at least, thatâs what he tells himselfâhe firmly believes, it was nothing but a mere heat of the moment perhaps, a little assurance for the trauma that you two share.
It was a normal day, to say so at least, the rest were doing their own thingsâenjoying the uneventful day, when afternoon arrived, some found themselves seeking to shut-eye: but not the former secret service of HYDRA and White Wolf.
âHow about George Owellâs books?â You asked the Sergeant who was reading a book as he sat on the libraryâs couch. He raised his head and looked up at you at the loft of the library. âHavenât read it but Dr. Strange said itâs a good one.â you nodded as you continued to scan the books in the library of the compound.
After a few hours of Bucky reading, he realized youâre not back in the seat where you promised to sit after you find the right book for youâthat was an hour ago. He placed the book, The Hobbit, on the table as he called out your name. Your lack of response was a little jitter in his head, itâs unusual, or maybe it is usual, but he couldnât help but check on you. As he climbed on the loft, he found you, reading a book on the floor.
He was bewildered as he saw you, reading a book on the floor as he sighed and sat next to you. âYou finished your book?â You asked as he just shook his head; he didnât say anything, letting you read in silence. In that moment, maybe, he was reading it all wrongânot the book, but you: he longs to be near you, whether he admits it or not, he stole glances as you read the book.
He should still hate you, you stole everything from him. But, his heartbeat quickens when you two share a soft moment, his ears ring when he does something that makes you laugh, his hands shake when you donât respond to his comms when you two are on a mission, he doesnât get it. He should still hate you, but he canât help itâmaybe, heâll get it, once you do too.
As you read thoroughly, you felt a head on your shoulder. Typically, you would push it away, but as you heard even breathing as a relaxed state, you let it be. You didnât move an inch, as you let the Sergeant sleep on your shoulder. Itâs not the first time you served as a pillow to your new home, it was mostly Wanda or Yelena; sometimes Thor, when he wants to annoy youâbut this felt new and raw. Your heart pounds louder, god, you hoped that the White Wolf wonât hear it.Â
It was scary to feel this, the loud banging on your chest, the tensed shoulder you had, yet as you looked over your shoulder, you saw his closed eyes and relaxed eyebrowsâyour memory drifted to the time you hear his screams when HYDRA removes his memory, you tensed as you remember how he bear the pain as you just watch across the room, and you remembered how the his furrowed eyebrows in the cryo-sleeping machine. The guilt was seething pain in your neck, it tasted bitter, but for once, you ignored the bitter taste in your lips, you found a better position, as you lean back, Barnes fell further in your shoulder as head touched the side of your neck.
You smiled softlyâthe one you gave Barnes at the party, the one you gave Barnes as you apologized; the smile you gave Bucky at the diner, a few months ago. With a heavy feeling, you leaned in his head as you rested your cheek.
You are damn sure, this will result into stiff neck, back pain, or even crampsâbut just this once, youâll bear it, just this once youâll let your back and muscle scream, and just this once you let James Buchanan Barnes sleep, with a relaxed eyebrows in the warm presence of the library.
It wasnât long when you feel sleepy too, it was an afternoon hit afterall, but a part of you wishes to stay awake, you want this to last, yet, you found yourself closing your eyes, relaxing in the library. You knew youâll figure it out one day, whether itâs right or wrong to long for this, youâll figure it out how to pour your heart to the person who has a broken heart because of youâyouâll figure it out, you know itâyou just hope, Bucky will figure it out too.
Everything was doing fine with you and Bucky; the entire team felt it tooâthe sudden change, the loosen tension, and the given knowing look. You and Bucky did too but the trip to the destination wasn't an easy one, most of the time, Bucky steps on things he was not sure he can step on, other times you bit off things more than you can chew. Stark and Steve saw what was going on, the three steps forward yet four times back.Â
But little things keep you on arms length with the Sergeant: itâs not easy to look past with what youâve done to him after all; itâs not easy for James to just forget everything that was stolen from himâfor another, a part of you was new to this, the unknown butterflies when the Sergeant would do something as he glance at you, the red ears but not from the cold but when you hear James laugh, and the fast-paced beat: it was new to you, you know this feeling, youâve read it in books: one to many times already but feeling it was another level, one you cannot help yourself but deny.
A bitter taste fell out of your mouth as you listened to the comms as you sneak in inside a control system for a mission, you could hear itâin the comms how Stark, Barnes, Romanoff, and Carter were blending in naturally in the crowd: it was a common hideout, to be honest, a terrorist stealing vibranium and having the operation under a bar-party casino, what a common hideout, it wouldnât bother you; in reality, it should not bother youâyou were HYDRAâs weapon once, undercover and sneak in mission is nothing but a piece of cake.
That would be the case, if you donât feel a conflicting emotion in your chestâgod, you hear it, the little chuckles the fell out of Carterâs mouth as you heard Buckyâs line on the end, he sound so out of character, out of touch, way different as he interacts with you. Cursing under your breath, you entered the camera room.
Without warning to the team, you successfully put the camera in your control, protecting Wanda, Sam, and Rogers from the securityâs grasp. In that, you heard Tonyâs chuckle.
âThere you go, Secret Service, everyone..â He compliments you as he continues his comms. âTold you, youâre fit for the roleâIâm great at role assigning after all.â In some cases, you would thank him âbut your mind brushes things as Romanoffâs response to the comms was blurry as you recall the planning earlier.
âItâs set in Europe.â Sharon Carter's voice informed the team, as you, Yelena, and Natasha were preparing the things for the mission. As the information was given by Stark and Carter, you waited for further instructionâthus, leading to assigning roles. It wouldnât matter actually, you were a spy, this would be a piece of cake: but then again, you bit off on something you canât chew.
âCarter and Barnes, you two will be the undercover Mr. and Mrs. Williams, when we get control of the camera systems, thatâs when Rogers, Wilson, and Wanda can come in. That leads to Yelena for going in the vault as me and Ms. Romanoff along with Williams taking charge of whatâs in the casino.â Stark looked at Natasha and Rogers for confirmation, they both nodded.Â
But you scanned the fake invitations made by Stark for him and Natasha; for Barnes and Carter: The Williamsâa new feeling burns within you, but you carry onâfor all you see, was Barnes already talking to Carter after the planningâmoments like that: you find another reason why you should deny the wanted warmth spreading in your cheek when you talk to Sergeant.
âHey, secret service, talk to meââ Starkâs pull you out of your trance, you immediately replied. âYeah? Iâm here..â Stark chuckled, as he informed to prepare for a change in plans.Â
âCopy that.â A sigh left your mouth and a familiar voiceâa softer one than what you once heard in HYDRAâsââEverything okay, ŃĐ°Ń
Đ°ŃĐœŃĐč ŃŃĐŸŃŃĐœĐžĐș?âÂ
Everything okay, sugarcane? In different circumstances, that would have the cheesiest smile out of you, how a stupid toy turned into sugarcane. But things are different, way differentâeverything was out of touch, instead a monotone left your lips. âEverythingâs fine, soldier.âÂ
âYou were not responding for a minute, you sure?â
In his words, you knew Steve wasnât joking when he shared that Barnes have girls lining up for him in the 40s, knowing damn well, if you existed that timeâyou would too but as you listen to him, you notice the subtle different tone he uses with Carter, way different when it comes to you, it stings but you already foreseen this: itâs never gonna work, you stole everything from him for fucks sake. It will never work out. Bucky will never figure it out.
Before you could respond, a security breach alarm was ringing the entire place, it was from Yelenaâs positionâthe things happened too fast, you immediately went to Yelena for back-up, which you two gladly got out. Everything was a mess, as far as you can remember, you and Yelena took some enemies, it was an odd pairing as Stark teased in the comms but as you fight, a lingering and gnawing feeling broods in your chest, it wasnât the fight nor the teamâs safety.
It was you, youâre worried about you and the damn stupid butterflies in your stomach. Your mind drifts that even in this different life, you still canât have what you want to haveâunprofessional, sloppy, neglectful, and hideous: as you heard a gunshot and a seething pain in your abdomen, so much for HYDRAâs favored leverage.Â
As you felt the pain, the adrenaline coursing to your body made you fight more of the enemies, but the ringing in your ear never left, maybe it was the anxiety or maybe it was the comms, or maybe it was Yelena begging the team to go back to quinjet because youâve been shotâit would be tolerable, the pain would be tolerable until in the comms you heard a pleading, longing, a lost voice.
âHas anyone seen Carter?â It was Bucky, god, he sound so worried, so distress, that made you wince even the bulletâs pain was nothing, this was much worse, you stumbled your walk as you throw the comms away, luckily Yelena was with you, after a moment, the Falcon and Iron Man carried you and Yelena back to the quinjet, as a limping Sharon Carter and getting assisted by Bucky met your view as Sam made you sit.
Wanda immediately used her ability to heal you but you pushed her hand away. âIâm okay, Wanda. I can take itâlook over Sharon and Yelena, yeah?â You smiled at her but as she was about to protest, Steve nudged her shoulder as Steve sat next to you. âMy bad, Captain..â You gave Rogers a smile, a masked oneâgod, youâre in so much pain.
â...You okay?â Stark snickered as Steve sent him a glare. âRogers, I am fine. You should see the other guyââ but before you can continue, Natasha cut you off.
âYou were distracted out there. You were not responding for a minute; you got shot. Want to tell us, what happened?â There she is, the Black Widow, you play with air in your mouth as you look at Steve and glance at Barnes talking to Sharon as Wanda heals her injury. Normally, Natasha would tease you about it but as she notices the subtle glance. She waited for your answer.
âWas not used in that set-up, I guess.â Natasha gave a look to you, call it pity, sadness, but as you stood up, watching as the fabric that Yelena tied in your abdomen was pooling red, you used Steve's shoulders to lift yourself up. âSorry, was distracted, it won't happen again.âÂ
Steve was about to guide you but you shrugged him off as you walked in the little bathroom in quinjet. Not-knowing an emotion filled eyes was longing behind your backâhow a pair of cerulean colored eyes is watching behind you. The jet was quiet, not because of the tight tension, but a worried one. So, Yelena carried the mood: reminding everyone that the mission is a success, but it wasnât for Bucky, you were bleeding; he wasnât thereâfor him, the mission would rather fail than to see you wincing in every step you make.
You removed your clothes as you removed the cloth that Yelena used to stop the bleeding, you eyed the injury as you knew this was a bit worse than you expect it, with running water, you cleaned itâscrambling the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, applying gauzeâ-you can ask Banner or Maximoff to look on it, for now, thisâll do.
Few weeks back in the compound, it felt like the time didnât move. You were pissing off at HYDRA wishing they inserted the serum at you tooâso, the healing process would be much faster than you bed-rotting in your roomâbut you guess, that was better; with Yelena being the closest things you have in sisterâshe told you everything. Especially the blonde woman hanging out with the terminator.Â
She tells stories about them as she sometimes passes out in your roomâyou love Yelena, thereâs no doubt, you thanked her every time she and Natasha would look at you as if you live with them. In the middle of the night, you got out of your bed as you fixed Yelenaâs blanket next to youâ-your light footsteps left your room, as you went to the kitchen.Â
You wanted to make tea, but the heating pain from your abdomen, your movements were slowâit would takeââSam wouldâve ran sixteen laps and your tea is not even close to done.â Of course, the Captainâs voice. He was in his night outfit as you chuckled and nodded. âA little hand, then?â you asked the old man.Â
That night, Steve Rogers made you tea as you watched and sat on the counter. âI can feel you staring at meâŠâ Rogers uttered as you shook your head. âI never got to thank youâŠâ You added as he placed a fresh tea on the counter as he also has one too.Â
As you sip, a smile left your faceâyou liked the tea he made. âPeggy taught me in the 40s.â You nodded as he told you how Peggy taught himâbefore you knew Steve, you thought he just got lucky being Captain America, but with him sitting and studying your look: heâs also a human being that falled in the wrong path of time. With that, you looked at him.
âDoes it get easier?â You asked him, it was a broad question. But, somehow, all the speeches he made for the team had the same weight when said: âI lived on ice for 70 years, itâll eventually get harder.â Not the answer you wanted, but somehow, you knew.
â....but you have us. Eventually, itâll be okay, not easy, but okay.â He sip his tea as he pulls the picture of Peggy in the compass he carries.Â
âYou mustâve really liked herâŠâ You addedâas he nodded, acting shylyâas he tells his story, but not the one written in the museum, somehow, the longing feeling in your chest was bigger, how he talks about Bucky, is so different from the Bucky you know, it was painfulâbut at this point, you mirrored Rogers, not missing how his eyes shimmered when he thought of Peggy. With a cup of tea on your hand, you figured it out: you absolutely, without a doubt:
You love James Buchanan Barnes.
Your heart clenches as you settle with the realizationââIâve seen how you look at Bucky..â Cases like this, you would wanna talk to Natasha first, but, knowing Steve would not let it go, you continuedâitâs your way to thank him for the tea, afterall.
âI do, I felt that, months agoârealized it, now. I saw how you talk about Peggy yet I think about how I talked about him.â You chuckled. âGuess his 40s charm never left, but, who would take meâwhy would I bother with this? I hurt him, stole everything from him and now we're a bunch of agents and icons, thereâs no room for thatâespecially ... .especially with me.â Steve listened intently.
âPepper and Tony would say otherwise.â You raise your head and meet his gaze. âBarton and his wife would not agree too. Parker and MJ would argue with you about it. Wanda and Vision would explain themselves to youââ You laughed, as you get his point.
âItâs not the same, RogersâI hurt him. A million times, stole who he is, used what he isâhow would he take me?â A bitter chuckle left your lips as cleared your throat, you stood up not wanting to talk more. âThanks for the teaâŠâ As you closed the door in your room, Steve sighed as he looked at the man standing in the dark corner of the room.Â
âYou heard herâŠâ Steve got the cups and placed them on the sink, as the man in the corner stepped out. âHow would you take her..?â Steve quotes your question. The man lingered his blue eyes in the door of your room.Â
âAll of her.âÂ
 Itâs true, Barnes should still hate youâbut, all at once, next to you, he feels like a child. Like, all the things he felt was damaged within him, felt undamagedâfelt like you seen him in his bullshit: the 40s one, the Sergeant one, the Winter Soldier one, the White Wolf one, the Jamesâthe Bucky: you take them all, so, he would be a fool not to take all of you too.
Maybe, in the height of it all, 40s Bucky would never forgive you butâin his heart, a growing hopeâthanking the stars, the pain, the stitches, the lossâfor all of that: he thanked that he was still alive in hope for this love.
Steve nodded and looked at his friendâ âTalk to her, Buck.â Bucky nodded, not saying anything but feeling everythingâwith a soft look at Steve, he realized that he got itâhe understood it, that in your shoulder at the library: everything felt right: you hurted him, that is true, god, he hated you.
But in the dreaded past, meeting you, knowing you was the tattooed dream etched in his mind, that inside of the Sergeant, White Wolf, grumpy old man: was his inner child, wishing to spend the rest of his days until the time letsâgod, he loves you.
The next day, alarms were all over the compound, you walked out of your roomâseeing Tony and Steve in their suits; a missing cerulean eyes. âWhereâs Bucky?â Sam immediately went to you, as he tried to push your back into your room.
âYouâre still injured, let them handleâthisââ You pushed his arm. âDonât bullshit me, SamâI am fine, whereâs Barnes?â you repeated but as Sam was about to say something, Stark was at your roomâs door. âPower Broker got himââ Without a word, you grabbed your stuff and changed your clothes to the uniform Stark made for you.
âHey, hey, what do you think youâre doing?â Samâs voice was louder as Tony did his best to stop you too. âSecret Service, listen to me, youâre still injuredâyou have to stayââ
âStay?! I will not stay here, Stark, Bucky isâheâs not hereâIâm not gonna stand here and hope you guys get him back! What if Zola found him! What ifââ Stark cut you off. âWeâll bring him backâyour Barnes.â In that you calm down, as you nodded and sat on your bed. As Stark left your room, Sam looked over at you.
âSam?âÂ
âYeah?â
â...Iâm gonna follow them..â With that you clutched your bed sheets and begged to all the heavens of the universe to bring him back. Your love back.
James Barnes was sitting in a familiar chair, a chair that reminded him of his past, reminded him of all the bloodâitâs happening again, heâs gonna lose all his memories again, he wanted to fight the doctors surrounding him but the drugs in his system were blurring everything.Â
His metal hand was strapped as well as his chest and feetâhe felt helpless. âAh, youâre awake.â A voice, Sharonâshe visited Buckyâs room last night, for whatever reason, Bucky thought Sharon needed help but as he turned his back, all he felt was the cold floor and woke up with the doctors all over the place with him tied up on the chair.
âSharon, what the hell is wrong with you?â His voice is bitter, in pain, god, itâs all coming backâ âWrong with me? I am this, ŃĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń.â Soldier. It is different when you say it, thatâs the first thing Bucky noticed. âAnd I am selling you to the market. You are a great deal, Winter Soldier.âÂ
Of course, Bucky would be used againâthe machine starts to produce a soundâa distinct familiar sound, is it always gonna end up like this? But in his throat, he can only pleadâhe felt like a kid, not the same kid that wishes for you, the kid that was begging to be freed, it felt so weird, familiar, painful, to be back here.
As the machine covers his left eye as he grunts in painâhe thinks of you. He wished he memorized you, he wished he knew how to make your tea, he wished he would remember your words, he wished he was back in the shore again as you ask for forgiveness as he eats the sugarcane, how he wished he was eating at the diner with the jukebox again; how he wished he took you to a dance.Â
Then, it was nothing.Â
âĐĄĐŸĐ»ĐŽĐ°Ń?â Sharon called out a nameâSoldier?
Against the dark room, a soldier spoke: âĐŻ ĐłĐŸŃĐŸĐČ ĐŸŃĐČĐ”ŃĐžŃŃ.â The Winter Soldier was ready to comply.
âTell me, itâs not you on the comms, Secret Service.â As Stark and Rogers rush inside the building, which was supposed to be a duo-mission, they hear a crackling noise on their comms. âThat would be so boring if it wasnât, right, Stark?â You chuckled, before Rogers can even argue about itâStark already did.
âYou stubbornâYou just had your stitches! Weâll handle this! Stay put in your locationâyouââ But you cut him off.
âEven if you have stitches, Stark! If Potts is thereâyouâll do it too, so, let me helpâŠâ Stark and Steve sighed, they knew they couldnât stop you. After Stark sorting you out, you get on the other side of the building while the other two lurk on the other side. It was a dark building, as you successfully sneak in: you immediately scan the area.
The dark room makes you think of HYDRA years ago: it was triggering, your skin feels coldâif youâre feeling like this, what more to Bucky. You need to find him fast, but the pulsing in your head, also doesnât help, maybe it was the anxiety or maybe when Sam tried to stop you earlier.
âI told you, I wonât let you!â Sam groaned as he blocked your path, for a thousand times. âSam, please, Cap and Stark need us! They need me, we have to help them!â You fought him, but you knew he was holding back because of your stitches.Â
âWork with me, Sam, please..â You pleaded but he got you in a headlock, as you calmed down. He loosened when you tapped his hand. âPleaseâŠ.Itâs James. I donât want him to go through that again, itâs the only wayâonly thing I can do, SamââÂ
Sam cared about Bucky and you knew that, at this moment, Sam hates that he cares about you too. âFine, butââ You smiled at himâ âI wonât tell Steve.â In that Sam just nodded and let you go.Â
Never in your life, thought you would let your feet touch the casket for a manâa man whose heart and past are all broken because of you. You never thought you would see the day why people fought lively in the war because they have someone to go home to, you never thought you would see the day where all can be damnedâjust not you and Barnes.
The other side of the building is thoroughly occupied by fights: Stark and Rogers are really pushing throughâwhile you see a laboratory, you immediately sneak inside. As Stark updated their situation of being occupied in a fight, you entered the lab. You finally saw Bucky, in the same chair, the first time you saw him. You were angry, pissed, and everything is being in the last line of your moral defense.Â
âOh, Bucky..â you immediately went to the buttons and let the machine let James go, but he remained seated. âBarnes, we have to goâcome onââ You checked his face if he was injured, or even concussed, but all you met was a familiar eye, an unwanted one, the one would burn in your guiltâIn his dilated eyes, the Winter Soldier is back. Itâs not Barnes, not BuckyâHYDRAâs favorite: the one that killed people without blinking. With such hope, you pulled him up but to no avail, Carterâs voice broke through.
âSoldier, attack.â
The Winter Soldier immediately slapped you away, causing you to hit the wallâif it wasnât for Tony and Shuriâs invention in your suitâyou wouldâve died but you met the Winter Soldierâs eyes again, this timeâyou stood at the same spot of his victims before, you knew what they meant: for the first time, you were scared. As Stark had scanned the area from his location, he asked you to stand down and wait for themâbut the comms he was giving was meeting the cold floor.
You look at the Winter Soldier. âYou really wanna do this, Sharon?â Sharon snickered as she cockily revealed her plan selling the Winter Soldier to the underground. âYouâre nothing like Peggy, not a bunch.â Sharon scrunched her nose.
âBecause Peggy never stepped upâshe could have all this and yet she stayed at the stupid camp. But me, after the government go up against me, I finally find the purposeââ
âWhat? Like a criminal dealer?â Despite you tensing up, to fight against the Winter Soldier upâyou snarked up a reply to Sharon. âThatâs lame, you know, if I were you, I would go biââ
âShut up! Like you know better, you better stop pretending to be one of them becauseâŠyou are just like me.â You stared at her; back at the brooding Winter Soldier. âOr not. SoldierâŠkill.â In that The Winter Soldier immediately attacked you.
For a while, you were able to keep up with his fighting style, you were once a HYDRA after all but a lingering warm feeling scattered in your chest: you can keep up with him because you spar together, you catch up with his speed. Despite the Winter Soldierâs attacking skills, you didnât fight back, you just put yourself in defense and you tried to whisper words that would trigger his memory. You hoped Steve would arrive and pull the Soldier out of trance, as the Soldier pinned you to the wall, you finally attacked backâyou kicked him as he stepped away.
âSoldat, ŃŃ ĐŒĐ”ĐœŃ Đ±Đ”ŃĐžŃŃ.â The soldier grunted, he knew what you meantâhe was pissing you off. In that his attack became more aggressive; You tried to recall all the memories, even the one Steve told you but none of them reached the Soldier. He kept punching and kicking you, until his hand hit your stitches, you fell on the ground as you clutch yourself in painâthe soldier reached for the gun, with the last strength you kicked the gun away.Â
It fell on the floor as you grabbed it and aimed it at the Soldier. âStay back, Soldier.â Yet, for the first time, your hand shakes holding a gun. Without abandon, the Soldier still charged, pushing you down to the floorâwith an intention to kill,he grabbed a knife but instead of you pulling the trigger, you felt the knife getting deeper in your shoulder, the Winter Soldier twisted the knife, but he flinched when he heard you:
âFull circlesâŠâ You winced. âI am really sorry, BuckyâŠâ Suddenly, the Soldier heard the shore, the sweet taste was familiar on his lips, your swiss knife on his handâBucky.Â
He pulled his hand away as he stared at you. â....Sugarcane..â In that a bitter chuckle left your mouth as you nod. âBarnes..â You felt yourself tear up as you reached his cheek and caressed it. âYouâre backâŠfinally, youâre back..â Bucky was tense, he knew what he did but the way you looked at him, melted his inside. He was about to say his apology but a loud explosion occurred. He used his body to shield you as he carried you to the side.
He saw the blood in your suit, as you slowly got dizzy. âHey, hey, donât you dare. Sweets, come onââBucky tapped your cheek as he saw in the explosion was Stark and Steve, Steve threw his shield to Bucky as Bucky catched it he warned: âSteve! We gotta go, she lost a lot of blood.â Even Tony felt Buckyâs panic.Â
âThe quinjet is up north the mountain.â Steve said as he and Stark went to catch Sharon Carter. Buckyâs hand was dipping in your shoulder and waist as he carried you back to the quinjet, he kept checking if you were still breathingâhe prayed, he was shaking in fear: he canât lose you, especially not like this. His breathing was ragged as he reached the jet. He was hoping Wanda was there but all there were the buttons of the jet.Â
He placed you on a chair as he grabbed the medical kit in a cabinet, he immediately sat on the floor and remove the suitâyour stitches thorn and a bleeding shoulder, he was mad at himself, how did he even let it happen, he should not have hurt you, he shouldâ
âCalm down, JamesâŠâ He felt your hands on his cheek again, grounding him in his panic. He immediately shook his head. âNo, no, I did this, I wasââ
âYou didnât have a choiceâŠâ you smiled. âBesides, I think weâre fair now.â You joked but the giggle didnât leave Buckyâs lipsâ-is he going to lose you too? His hand reached for your head as he ran his hand in your hair. âI shouldâve asked you to dance with me, that nightâŠ.â He whispered slowly.
As you nodded, relaxing in his touch. âI guess you owe meâŠâ
âI do, I definitely do, sweets.â
Bucky was reading George Owellâs 1984âdespite being a great book: it seemed a tale of HYDRA, he read intently in the library. After a while, he looked over the loft, recalling the memory when he fell asleep next to you.Â
âHey, sweets?â His voice called out, noticing the afternoon turned into night, knowing they drifted in the loft, next to each other. âYes, Barnes?â
âWeâll read 1984 tomorrow?â He asked but neither of them moved, the proximity within them is warm, itâs home. With a chuckle, a reply left you: âIf youâre up for itâŠâ
After a while, he left the library with a longing look on his face as he carried the book, adoring the shared memory, longing for it, wishing he can experience it againâ
â Suddenly, he met you carrying new bandages and band-aids. âDidnât Banner tell you to stay on the bed?â He asked, immediately rushing to you.
â....Did he?â you asked, as you looked like a kid that stole a candy bar. âWell, Banner and Stark went out and my bandages are getting itchy soâI kinda, need to change them.âÂ
âCouldnât Natasha or Yelena help you?â You nodded. âI canât find them and theyâre really itchy, Barnes.â You walked away from him as he held your shoulder. âLetâs change it then, sweets.â
Barnes made you sit on the sink of the bathroom as he changed the bandages in your abdomen, as you winced lightly. âThis okay, sweets?â You nodded as he purely focused on the bandage. Later, reached another batch of bandages, as you see the guilt look in his face: as he changed the one in your shoulder. âBarnesâŠâ You knew he wasnât listening, heâs probably blaming himself in his head again.
âBucky?â you called out, this time, he looked at you. As you reached for his metal arm, he pulled away but then you pulled it as you felt the metal texture. âIâm sorryâŠI hurted you.â He sighed as you held the wrist of his metal arm. âGuess weâre evenââ He shook his head, not liking your humor.
âThere couldâve been worse! I couldâve killed youâI couldâve lost you and itâs gonna be my faultââ In his panic, his right hand lightly hit your shoulderâbut as he was about to say sorry again, you grabbed both of his cheeks. âWeâre alright, Bucky. Weâre okayâŠâ You muttered, as you rested your forehead into his.Â
âWeâre okay.â You both muttered, as he calmed down, he continued to change your bandage on your shoulder, as his body heat was radiating into you. As he wrapped and cut the last bandageâyou both stared at each other. His eyes were blue like you remembered, as his eyes linger in your eyes yet longer in your lips.Â
Suddenly, itâs just him and youâabove anything else, he kissed you.Â
To which you smiled as you kiss him back, in the soft edge of the compound, itâs just him and you, his hand rested in your waist as you hold him in his shoulderâyou kissed him as if you were memorizing him and he kissed you like he would want to keep your lips on a bottle so, he can get addicted and taste you anytime he wants.Â
He pushed further as you pulled away and you chuckled. âI thought the 40s were supposed to bring them on date firstâŠâ Bucky eyes glistened with joyâ âMy bad, sweets, you looked like you wanted to kiss me.âÂ
As he kissed you lightly again, lingering a little longerâas he pulled away he tucked your hair in your ear. âI suppose I owe you a dance, sweets?â You smiled as you nodded, as you opened your arms for embrace as he indulged in your warmth. âOnly if you change my bandages, until I get better?â
He nodded as he kissed your forehead: âYou donât have to ask me, sweets, I got you, always.â
â....You always call me that, after I said sorry to youâŠsweets, Iâm not sweet, Iâm a spy like Natasha and Yelenââ
âThe sugarcane, sweets. The sugarcane, I still remember that was the only thing we ate that timeâyet, even when I was mad at you, you still got me sugarcane, it was reallyâŠsweet of you.â He whispered as you laughed. âSteve wasnât lying when you got your words.âÂ
He lightly kissed your injured shoulder and muttered a sorry to it. As you two hugged again, you canât help but hum the song from the dinerâplaying in the jukebox: Iâve never been in love beforeâbut as you smiled and relaxed at the sinkâit felt different, it felt more humanâwarmest than ever been.Â
Upon in a different side of life, you never knew it will turn out like this, watching stars with Barnes, holding hands, dancing in the rhythm, planning whatâs for dinner with him;âdespite the guilt brooding in each of your chest about what couldâve been in the past the future remains uncertain, as the old man said it will eventually be okay; maybe there was hate or maybe regret: but for a man who woke up 75 years later, he was finally certain as he decided that in each time he will fall in love..
â it's always going to be you.
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No Benefits
Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.
Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.
Warnings: swearing, angst, stupid Bucky, bad Sharon, good friend Sam
Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon
I try to keep my Readers description vague but as always, she's a she and above average height
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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Protect me
⥠Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
⥠Summary: With Zemo hanging around, you begin to feel very protective over Bucky.
⥠Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of buckys trauma, anxiety attack
You were on edge ever since Zemo showed up, knowing what he put Bucky through made you feel extremely protective over him.
Your cheeks were flushed with rage, your nostrils flaring in attempt to hold yourself back from killing Zemo yourself. Zemo would try and be civil, starting small talk, being extra nice. You werenât having any of it, you were snappy and short with him. Trying to keep conversation to a minimum, knowing that the second you opened your mouth, shit would go down.
Zemo found it hilarious and found the whole act to be entertaining. Now he was pestering you with dumb questions, making it his goal to get you to break. He found it pathetic that someone like you, was trying to protect someone like The Winter Soldier.
Bucky on the other hand found it adorable, and felt incredibly special with your protectiveness. His heart attempted to explode at every tiny gesture youâd make.
Always putting yourself in between him and Zemo. You changing the subject if Zemo tried to poke at Buckyâs trauma. Making sure you kept him reassured that he was okay. That the words donât work on him anymore when he started to overthink.
All these things adding to the list of why he loves you.
Although Bucky loved seeing your protective side, he knew you were holding back much more than you were letting off. He could tell you were incredibly anxious, from the second Zemo joined their group.
He had made it clear that you didnât have to be so strong for him, but you refused and kept up your guard. He knew that eventually things would get better, but for now he felt useless.
The air was thick with tension as Zemo did all the talking with Selby.
You were having a hard time holding yourself together, upset that Bucky had to portray The Winter Soldier again.
Selby kept giving you a judgmental side eye, making you nervous that she was growing suspicious. But otherwise didnât push too much, and instead focused her attention on Bucky and Sam.
âWhatâs the offer?â Selby asked Zemo, smirking evilly.
âTell us what you know about the super soldier serum,â Zemo starts, standing up to circle Bucky, âAnd I give you him. Along with the code words to control him, of course.â
Bucky doesnât budge, standing still with an empty look on his face, staying in character. You clench your hands into fists at Zemoâs words, sneaking a look at Bucky and you swear you saw a hint of fear in his eyes.
Zemo continues to circle him, touching him as he makes rounds. Selby grins at his offer, making you sick to your stomach.
âHe will do anything you want.â Zemo adds, caressing Buckyâs face. The words and actions had you seeing red, your chest tightening up.
Your nails dug into your palms, drawing crescent shaped cuts, blood starting to pool in your fist.
There was obviously a line that no one wanted to cross, and considering that this plan started over the line⊠It was too much for you. You couldnât listen to Zemo talk about Bucky like he wasnât even there, like he was an object.
Your nose tingled, the familiar warning that you were about to cry, and your fists shook slightly. Zemo and Selby kept talking, but to you it was all muffled.
This wasnât the place or time to break down, and despite not being able to breathe well, you locked it away, not allowing any tears to fall.
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Someone had eventually shot Selby, and that someone ended up revealing themselves as Sharon Carter. One thing led to another, and now everyone was gathered at Sharonâs place.
Bucky had noticed quickly that you hadnât spoken too much since before the interaction with Selby, and he had grown worried.
You looked paler to him, the gorgeous color in your cheeks gone. You were staring off into space if not listening in the conversation.
He figured it was going to be hard for you to see him back as The Winter Soldier, considering how protective youâve been. But he was only acting, and he knew you knew that.
Bucky walked over to your staring form near the window, which had an incredible view but he doubted you were actually looking at it.
âHey doll, you doing okay? Youâve been awfully quiet, which is not like you at all.â Bucky tried to lighten the mood, but barely saw you flinch from his attempt.
âBaby? Please talk to me.â He pleaded, growing more worried every second you stayed silent.
He wrapped his arms around your frame and it was then he felt you shaking. Pulling away he immediately scanned you over, taking in your balled up hands, noticing streaks of red leaking through the cracks of your fingers. Lastly, he could hear your pained wheezes, like you couldnât breathe.
âBabydoll, I need you to look at me.â He told you softly, keeping his tone gentle.
Reaching out, he collected your fists into his palms, internally cheering when you moved your head to finally meet his eyes.
âThere you are, now I need you to take a deep breath with me okay? Câmon baby, do it with me.â He told you slowly, and watched you take a tiny breath in, wincing when you strained your lungs to expand.
He coached you through a couple more breaths until you were taking in large gulps of air. It was like your brain finally allowed you to process everything as soon as you had enough oxygen.
âThere we go, you did so well doll,â Bucky noticed your lip quivering, and watched tears gather in your eyes. âOh baby, câmere.â
He scooped you up into his arms, caging you with his embrace. Letting yourself feel the warmth of Buckyâs arms, you let out pained sobs, holding onto him like he was going to disappear.
âI was s-so scared.â She whimpered, causing Bucky to hold you tighter. His heart hurting from how broken you sounded.
âItâs over now baby, you donât have to be scared.â He cooed, sneaking his metal hand under your shirt to stroke your back, knowing that the coolness brought you comfort in situations like this.
âI hate it when they talk about you like that,â You cried out, âLike youâreâ likeââ
âItâs okay baby, you donât have to finish, I know.â He stopped you, knowing your words wouldâve brought on a new wave of tears.
âI hated that I couldnât do anything, I fucking hated it.â You cried.
He frowned, hugging your sobbing form, his heart breaking at the fact that you were upset because he had to portray The Winter Soldier. You were more upset for him, than he was for himself. You were too caring for his heart to handle.
You lifted your face from his chest, leaning up to meet his eyes. You held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes with panic.
âYou okay?â You asked him softly, and he melted at your touch, pushing his face further into your hands. Even in this state, you were still worried about him.
âIâm okay babydoll. As long as Iâve got you with me, Iâm gonna be okay.â He told you, lifting his flesh hand to gently grab your chin, letting his thumb caress your bottom lip. âAre you okay?â
âNow I am,â You nodded to him, âI justâ Youâve already been through so much, and I hate seeing you have to do something so traumatic. I just wanna protect you from everything⊠I canât and wonât see you hurt again.â
Buckyâs heart swelled at your words, there wasnât anyone else that could make him feel as special as you do. You made him feel so important.
He pulled you in, giving your lips a quick but passionate kiss. His flesh hand cradling the back of your head, his metal hand pushing on your lower back, your front meeting his.
âI love you so much.â He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
âI love you too Buck.â You murmured, nuzzling your nose into his.
There was nothing else in the world youâd ever want, all you wanted was right here in his arms.
#reader insert#light angst#fluff#oneshot#bucky barnes#bucky x female reader#bucky x y/n#marvel imagines#marvel cinematic universe#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier#bucky imagine#bucky barnes imagine#the winter soldier#imagine#protective bucky barnes
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Happy Ending?
~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Future Bucky x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader dates Steve but heâs not a good boyfriend
Word count: 967
Warnings: Angst. Steve not being a good boyfriend, low self-esteem, no smut but smut? Idk Iâm sorry. Self-body hating â plus size reader.
A/n: pt 2&3 will be on Buckyâs masterlist
Masterlist
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
You see the love of your life kissing Natasha. Then in the car she jokes about it being his first kiss in 70 years, he doesnât correct her of course he doesnât otherwise heâll have to tell her heâs dating you. For the past 6 months. He tells you that it meant nothing and that they had to do it so they didnât blow their cover. He takes you to bed has you on all fours and as heâs nearing his release, he says Natasha. You cry and he doesnât notice.
Youâre sitting in the backseat of the car next to Bucky Barnes, having to see the love of your life kissing the next best thing heâs going to get to Peggy Carter, her niece Sharon. You canât say anything though as nobody knows you two are dating, still. He tells you itâs for your own safety but you know itâs not for that reason. You know heâs embarrassed of you, youâre not skinny. Youâre fat. Overweight. Plus-size. However you want to put it youâre not skinny. Youâre not perfect like Natasha or Sharon or any other woman he could have. He tells you he loves you in a whisper. He kisses you behind closed doors. Hell he doesnât even touch you in-front of anyone. Yet you stay with him because you love him.Â
Later that night he tells you he loves you and only you. You believe it. Your face gets pushed into the pillow, arse in the air and like last time as heâs about to get his release itâs not your name nor Natashaâs that slips past his pretty lips itâs Sharonâs. You cry, again.
You stay silent about the pain he keeps causing you because you are so afraid of being alone, so desperate to be loved by him or anybody for that matter. All you want is real love but youâre too scared to leave. The worst part is even Steve knows this. He knows how much you love him, and he knows himself that he could never love you, not really love you.
A few months goes by, and everything has calmed down so you decide to take him to meet your parents for the first time. Heâs so nervous itâs actually cute. He meets your parents, brother and sister. Dinner goes by smoothly, Steve talks to your dad and brother about everything and anything whilst youâre in the kitchen talking to your mum and sister about how much of an amazing guy he is, how much you love him and how happy you are. Your mum tells you youâre absolutely glowing. The night comes to an end youâre sitting in the passenger seat eyes going from him to the stars in the sky, your happy for the first time in months. You both get home, and he tells you how incredible you are, says he wants to make love to you so you let him. Before you know it he flips you onto your hands and knees face being shoved into the fluffy pillows, your brains working overtime wondering which name is going to make its way out of his mouth. Your whole body is hurting because of how rough heâs being with you, your head hurts and your poor stupid heart is breaking all over again as he empties all his worth inside of you while the name heâs keep chanting like a prayer is that of your sister.
How you manage to do it is lost on you, but you push him off of you with what little strength you have left and make a beeline straight to the bathroom locking the door as quickly as you can, you stumble to the toilet in time to empty the contents out of your stomach. In the mist of being sick and crying you hear Steve pounding on the door pleading with you to let him in asking if heâs hurt you. Asking âwhat did I do wrongâ which is ironic as thatâs the same question youâve repeatedly asked yourself. You hug the toilet trying to get some kind of warmth from it.
But it doesnât happen.
You fall asleep naked, face covered in tears on the cold bathroom floor. Steve falls asleep on the bedroom floor against the door.
The next morning you wake up sore with Steve knocking on the door telling you he has to leave on an important mission that he loves you and when he gets back you both can talk about why you ran off hiding in the bathroom. You remain stuck to the floor long after heâs left.Â
You know you canât keep doing this, going through the pain, blaming yourself for not being good enough for him. âYou need to stop being scared of being aloneâ you told yourself and finally after nearly a year of crying yourself to sleep every night you pick yourself off the tiled flooring and with timid steps you head into the bedroom. As you pack all your stuff into suitcases and bags you thought youâd be crying whilst doing this but no tears have made an appearance, youâre completely numb and done with everything. Walking around the apartment taking your things as you go you head to the front door and like a naive silly girl youâre arguing with yourself to put your stuff back and just wait for the love of your life to come home. âHe loves you idiotâ even though you know it not to be true and with that and your broken heart you take a look around visibly seeing the good times that took place within those four walls, you walk out of the door and into the cold December morning.
You thought he was going to be your happy ending.
~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~
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Q's 31 Days of Halloween Advent Event Masterpost
Hello dears! Back in March, I decided I really wanted to write a Halloween fic this year, and with inspiration from @allcolorsoftherainbow who did an advent challenge for Christmas one year, I decided to do an advent challenge for Halloween this year, as a personal challenge to myself. My friend, my sibling/beta reader, and I all worked together to create a prompt list; I wrote a fic for each prompt, and soon I will be sharing those fics with you!
Each day in October, expect a new fic from me until finally we get to Halloween! Most of the fics are SamBucky, and most - but not all - are oneshots. I've separated them out into themed weeks, just because I thought that would be fun. The themed weeks are: Family, Other Ships, Angst and Smut, and Countdown to Halloween!
All fics will be posted to AO3, and I will edit this post to add the link to each new fic as the challenge goes on. As always, please read the tags, summary, etc. because the ratings and content will vary.
Family Week
Prompt 1: Witch - You Look Bewitching - Rated G; 2,042 words; SamBucky and Sarah Wilson/Original Male Character
Prompt 2: Corn Maze - It's That Obvious - Rated G; 2,284 words; SamBucky
Prompt 3: Best Halloween Candy - The Candy Market - Rated G; 1,671 words; SamBucky
Prompt 4: Creepy Object - The Not Fun Scary - Rated T; 3,383 words; SamBucky
Prompt 5: Making Costumes - Con Crunch - Unrated; Incomplete Multichapter; SamBucky
Prompt 6: A Spell - To Make Love Happen - Rated T, 3,504 words; SamBucky
Prompt 7: Making Decorations - Warmth That Lingers - Rated G; 730 words; SamBucky
Prompt 8: Treats - Revenge Is Sweet, but Maybe You're Sweeter - Rated G; 3,982 words; SamBucky and Sarah Wilson/Original Female Character
Other Ships Week
Prompt 9: Trick-or-Treating - A Daring Knight, a Brave Bard, and a Hapless Prince - Rated T; 1,650 words; Kate/Yelena/JoaquĂn and SamBucky
Prompt 10: Spiders - Irrational - Rated G; 988 words; Sharon Carter/JoaquĂn Torres
Prompt 11: Group Costume - Ruby Red - Rated T; Incomplete Multichapter; SamSteve and SamNatasha and SamBucky
Prompt 12: Ghost - To Love Is to Live - Rated T; Incomplete Multichapter; Kate/Yelena/JoaquĂn
Prompt 13: Haunted House - First Date - Rated T; 1,906 words; Shang-Chi/JoaquĂn
Prompt 14: Funny Costume - Getting Back at Bucky - Rated T; 1,922 words; Kate/Yelena/JoaquĂn and minor SamBucky
Angst and Smut Week
Prompt 15: Contacting the Dead - Best Friend's Opinion - Rated T; 4,561 words; SamBucky and ambiguous relationship Sam&/Riley
Prompt 16: Graveyard - In Memoriam - Rated T; 3,130 words; SamBucky
Prompt 17: Cursed Object - Finish the Last Chapter, Start a New Story - Rated T; 1,899 words; SamBucky
Prompt 18: Zombie - Until the End - Rated T; 4,471 words; SamBucky
Prompt 19: Darkness - The Good Part - Rated E; 3,197 words; SamBucky
Prompt 20: Vampire - Stay for Dinner - Rated E; Incomplete Multichapter; SamBucky
Prompt 21: Sexy Costume - May the Sunlight Shine on Me - Rated E; 3,462 words; SamBucky
Countdown to Halloween
Prompt 22: Decorating the House/Yard - Something Special - Rated G; 1,817 words; SamBucky
Prompt 23: Halloween Scavenger Hunt - When They Look Back, Will They Call This Their First Date? - Rated G; 4,379 words; SamBucky
Prompt 24: Fortune Teller - If It's in the Cards... - Rated G; 2,657 words; SamBucky
Prompt 25: Scary Movies - Cuddles and Coziness, Being Together - Rated G; 1,151 words; SamBucky
Prompt 26: Pumpkin Carving - The Avengers' First Annual Pumpkin Carving Contest - Rated G; 1,314 words; SamBucky
Prompt 27: Werewolf - I'd Love You in Any Form - Rated T; 3,544 words; SamBucky
Prompt 28: Fall Festival - Birds and Butterflies - Rated T; 8,554 words; SamBucky
Prompt 29: Pumpkin Patch - Just a Couple of Guys, Going to a Pumpkin Patch - Rated G; 1,658 words; SamBucky
Prompt 30: - Ghost Story - Do You Believe? - Rated T; 2,574 words; SamBucky
Prompt 31: Halloween Party - Say Yes - Rated G; 1,703 words; SamBucky
And, just like that, we're done!! Thank you to everyone who read along, commented, left kudos, and sent me encouragement in any form along the way! It has been a joy to share these fics with all of you, and I'm so happy that we've made it to the end! I will be taking a rest for the first week of November, but expect updates to the multichapter fics in this list throughout November, possibly into December? Idk, we'll get them updated and shared with you dears. Thank you again so much for reading and enjoying this Advent Event of mine! Have a happy and safe and wonderful Halloween!
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After
Warnings: 18+readersonly, heavy angst
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.
This is the last one, I promise :) (And it's short)
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The memories were more the ones that Penny knew well. Ones she was in and ones that took place while Penny as here. Mostly sexual scenes and also a lot of scenes between her and Bucky while she was pregnant. Now that they all knew the backstory, seeing Bucky and Elizabeth together with no knowledge of each other was bittersweet.Â
The scene where Rumlow had taken her and was abusing her was particularly hard to watch. Penny focused on Steve shoving his shield into Rumlow's stomach and finally cutting off his head. It was satisfying to watch, though Penny honestly wished there was more pain that had come with it.Â
And the scene where Elizabeth was trying to protect all of her friends, trying to fight off Wanda and Pietros' father was also extremely painful. Her water was trying to cover to much area and not enough of it.Â
The water suddenly dropped and Elizabeth looked down to see the trident in her stomach.Â
"No!" Trang shouted, but Jay had grabbed her arm, shoving her out the window as bullets flew through the room, taking care of Mai, Ahni, and Jay. Josh cried out and was choked as his flute was shoved through his neck.Â
Lan twirled in the air as a bird, becoming human as the knife sliced through his back. He fell, dead too.Â
Elizabeth sank down against the wall, hand grasping the length of the trident, her hand shaking as she tried to pull it out of herself.Â
Magneto landed softly in front of her, kneeling in front of her.Â
"You look like Pietro." Elizabeth choked out and then cried out as Magneto also grabbed the trident, shoving it deeper into her.Â
"I am his father."Â
"That's a crap Star Wars line." Elizabeth panted weakly.Â
Magneto sneered. "Where's Stark?"Â
"Like I would tell you." Elizabeth whispered, eyes fluttering, the edges of the memory becoming fuzzy.Â
"I think you would, if I promised to let you heal yourself." Magneto said.Â
"I would never trade my life for any of theirs." Elizabeth whispered. "Cause I got a second chance. And they don't."Â
"I'll just find him myself then." Magneto said, flying off.Â
Elizabeth was left alone with her dead friends. She started to sing softly, the song in Russian that she had sung with Bucky when they had walked through the snow. She sung it in short bursts, before her hand fell in the blood and everything went black.Â
The memories after that were, once again, familiar. Her trying to regain some sort of ground with the rest of them. But nothing changed. Nothing stuck out or was plot changing until much later.Â
Elizabeth was walking into the tower, wearing a sundress. She had Rue in a baby carrier and was humming softly as she walked through the hallway.Â
"Excuse me!" It was Sharons' voice and Elizabeth paused in her walking. "I need you to come with me right now."Â
"I- Who-" Elizabeth looked confused, "Can I lay my daughter down first?"Â
"You can bring her with you." Sharon said. "Pl-"Â
"Sharon?" Steve's voice interrupted the conversation and he looked between Sharon and Elizabeth. "What are you doing here? Elizabeth?"Â
"Uh, she was just asking me to go with her." Elizabeth said, putting the carrier down, relaxing her arm. Sharon had inched closer to Elizabeth during the conversation.Â
Steve frowned. "Why?"Â
"Fury needs her." Sharon replied smoothly.Â
Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "Well then I'm going to have words with him because we said Elizabeth wasn't doing missions until she was ready. Unless you are?" Steve questioned Elizabeth.Â
"I- I guess?" Elizabeth sounded uncertain. "But why would I bring Rue with me if I was needed for a mission?"Â
Steve quickly demanded in his Captain voice, "Elizabeth, come here sweetheart."Â
Sharon reacted faster, pulling a knife to Elizabeth's neck and Steve took a step forwards. "God Steve you haven't changed a bit."Â
"I don't get it." Steve said, "You always stood against HYDRA before. What changed?"Â
"You did." Sharon shook her head. "You left. So I needed to get rid of the others."Â
Steve's jaw set harshly. "Sharon just let her go. She hasn't done anythi-"Â
"She's taking my spot by your side." Sharon snarled. "I was the one you loved, Steve. And it could still be that way. She took you from me, telling you stories about a child that you didn't need to know about. And you just left like our years of being together meant nothing to you."Â
"They did mean something." Steve snapped. "I'm not the one that killed our child!"Â
Elizabeth cried out as Sharon pressed the knife to tightly against her throat and blood started to trickle down her throat. Steve immediately took another step forwards and Sharon pressed the knife harder against her neck. More blood trickled down from the cut and Elizabeth made another cry of pain. Â
"Back off Steve."Â
Steve took a step back.Â
"We could run away Steve." Sharon said softly, imploring him. "You can forget it all. Bucky, Sam, this bitch, Penny. We can be happy together. Me and you. No responsibilities, just love and happiness. Or. . . you can take a pill and you forget that I'm the spy. I'll let her go and everything works out."Â
The muscles in Steve's jaw twitched. Sharon pulled a gun out with her other hand, pointing it at the baby carrier. Steve's eyes followed it, his eyes becoming angry.Â
"Or, I slice her throat and shoot the baby and then you can kill me." Sharon hissed. "And then you can tell Bucky that the girl that he loved in HYDRA and you failed to save when she begged for help, captive in a HYDRA base, and his daughter, are dead. But at least you got to me."Â
"She's 'doll'?" Steve whispered, looking into Elizabeth's eyes and then he closed his own eyes. "Where's the pill?"Â
Sharon sighed, kicking the pill over to him and Steve grabbed it. "You better keep your promise." Steve said, before taking the pill and falling unconscious. Sharon huffed, shoving the gun back into her pocket and sheaved the knife. "NaĂŻve fool."Â
"My water-"Â
"It's a dampener effect." Sharon answered, "Prevents you from using your powers."Â
Suddenly, the elevator door dinged down the hallway, Bruce stepping out, looking down at papers in his hands. Sharon cursed, shoving a pill down Elizabeth's throat and ran off as she blacked out.Â
In the next one, Sharon and Elizabeth were walking along the forest. Elizabeth seemed wary and Sharon was calling out some name that sounded like it belonged to a dog.Â
Suddenly, Rhodey came out of the forest, earbuds in his ears, clearly having been running along the trail, his braces whirring and the lights on them were red. He came to a walk, pulling the earbuds out. "Elizabeth? Sharon? What an unlikely. . . uh."Â
"We're looking for her lost dog." Elizabeth said, moving deeper into the forest.Â
Rhodey gave a confused look after her and then looked at Sharon, "Since when do you like dogs?"Â
"I can change." Sharon muttered, pushing past Rhodey after Elizabeth. Rhodey's eyebrows furrowed and then he lunged at Sharon, knocking her into the trees. The two of them wrestled on the ground until Rhodey had pinned her down.Â
"Rhodey?" Elizabeth burst back through the growth, looking concerned. "What are you doing?"Â
"Elizabeth go back up to the tower." Rhodey grunted as Sharon continued to fight back. "Get the othe-"Â
Sharon slammed his head against the tree and Rhodey cried out. Sharon undid his brace, pulling if off his leg, smacking him across the face with it. Elizabeth started to run and Sharon quickly pressed a button on something. Elizabeth and Rhodey both soon had blood leaking out of their ears, both of them paralyzed.Â
"Thank Tony for that." Sharon snarled, getting to her feet, tossing the brace back down by Rhodey's body, grabbing Elizabeth's leg to start dragging her through the forest.Â
But suddenly, Tony's voice started shouting through the air. "RHODES! Where are you?"Â
"Fucking Stark." Sharon snarled, leaving Elizabeth where she was, hurrying and shoving Rhodey's brace back around his leg.Â
"JAMES!" Tony's voice sounded fearful.Â
They heard Stephen's voice join, "What happened?"Â
"The heart monitor spiked to high. I think he had a heart attack." Tony's voice was shaking. "JAAMES!"Â
"Isn't that cute." Sharon snarled, "He's got a little tracker on you like a dog. Just adorable." She shoved the pill into his mouth and then Elizabeth's, blacking out once more.Â
There were more scenes of just the family being together, including lots of scenes from the beach. And then when they were back from the tower, the memory showed Sharon and Elizabeth already wrestling in a backroom.Â
Suddenly, Sharon was tackled by Clint. "Go!" Clint shouted, wrapping an arm around Sharon's neck. Elizabeth stayed this time, helping Clint pin Sharon down, panting.Â
Elizabeth hollered as Sharon stabbed her in the stomach, falling backwards. "Little bird!" Clint cried out, trying to strangle Sharon.Â
Elizabeth gasped in pain, panic clear in her eyes as she couldn't call for her powers, "C-Clint."Â
Clint huffed, slamming Sharons' head against the floor and she became unconscious. But as Clint moved quickly to Elizabeth, Sharons' eyes opened and looked over. Clint put pressure on the wound. "It's okay. You stay with me now Little bird. What floor is this?"Â
"Sixty- two." Elizabeth whispered.Â
Clint look over his shoulder towards the door. "PIETRO!" He screamed as loudly as he could. "PIETRO GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"Â
They heard something crashing down in the hallway. But Sharon had grabbed Clint, forcing a pill into his mouth, stabbing him at the same time. Clint tried spitting it out, but she choked him until he had swallowed it, stabbing him again, and everything went black for Elizabeth.Â
Most of the memories after that were, once again, Elizabeth and the others. A lot of them with her children too.Â
Until Sharon and her were walking up a staircase, which led to the roof. They watched the entire thing play out again, watching her father and Loki and all of it.Â
Then there was Steve, standing in front of Sharon. Bucky had Steve's shield in his hands and he threw it at Sharon while Sam kept his arms around Elizabeth. Steve caught the shield, cutting off Sharon's head himself.Â
Penny noticed a lot of memories after that were of the super soldiers and her. Her dress phase and then the Christmas party. Then the visions faded and Wanda removed her hand, taking a few steps back and collapsing into Vision.Â
It was silent in the room as everyone took in everything they had just seen. There were lots of red eyes, especially with Bucky and Steve and her friends.Â
"Wow." Scott finally said, putting his head in his hands.Â
Hogun stood up suddenly, staring to pace the room too, looking thoughtful. A lot of them looked lost in thought. Clint kept one hand tight on Bucky, but his other hand was playing with the sling ring.Â
"Bucky?" Wanda asked softly. "Do you. . ."Â
"I remember." Bucky said hoarsely. "I remember everything now. Something. . . something triggered around the last memories. I remember all of it. I remember her."Â
Elizabeth's eyes started to flutter and Penny hugged Steve tighter, wondering how she would react.Â
And then they opened.Â
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