#tagging for later purposes cause if i ever get one im not gonna shut the hell up abt it here

[chesedelhim]

Thinking About Shrimp Tank Thursday

[zontiky]

okay so i tried to save this ask as a draft and it got deleted because tumblr is just such a functional website like that <3 but the prompt was “the hargreeves as ghosts in the apocalypse with five” or something like that i’m going to scream

this is SUPER long so i’m putting it under the cut hfkjsd

pre-five: the hargreeves siblings are dead. wait i feel a drabble coming on ooh

The Hargreeves siblings are dead.

Ben isn’t very aware of this at first. He’s been dead since 2006 -- he’s quite used to it, by now. What he is aware of, first, is light. Blinding white light. And Vanya, in the middle of it. He doesn’t close his eyes because he can’t feel pain, but if he could he thinks she would have made him blind. There’s light, and heat, and power, and then he closes his eyes anyway because the ceiling is collapsing around him and it’s instinctual.

When he opens them again he sees ash. Ash -- and Klaus.

He’s gotten used to Klaus, too. Klaus has a memorable sort of face; even if he didn’t, Ben has seen it every single day for almost twenty years. He doesn’t know if it’s actually been twenty years, for him. He doesn’t know how time moves for ghosts. Klaus has assured him it moves the same as it does for the living. Ben isn’t sure Klaus, stoned out of his mind, bleeding sluggishly from his arm, knew what he was talking about.

Anyway.

Klaus.

He’s wearing the coat he’s been flaunting around for the past week. His shirt is see-through, with little stars on it, like a pale imitation of the sky. Ben remembers his pants had laces on them, he’s sure they did not a minute ago, before the brightness that threatened to wipe out his very soul -- his soul is all he has left, really. His gaze drifts down anyway, to check.

Yes. Klaus’ pants have laces up the sides.

“No,” Ben says. Klaus is laying in a heap on the ground, his fingers curled like his tendons have been cut.

His lips feel numb because they always feel numb. Because Ben can’t feel at all. He takes a step. “No,” he says again, louder, surer. “No!”

Klaus looks up at him. His makeup is smudged, like it tends to be. His lips are bitten raw, like they tend to be. His hair is a mess, like it tends to be, and like it will be, always, because Klaus isn’t breathing.

Klaus is lying in a heap on the ground. Klaus is standing above his own body. Klaus is reaching for Ben like he’s hoping to touch him for the first time in years. Just when Klaus’ cold, dead, fingers brush his face, a voice from behind says, so quietly, dripping with disbelief: “Ben?”

Ben shuts his eyes and wishes desperately he could cry.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, for the first time in so, so long, but he also doesn’t feel it at all. He feels-but-doesn’t-feel someone turn him around, until they are saying, “Ben? Ben!” and he has no choice but to open his eyes and face the music.

Diego is gripping his shoulders like he is a dying man and Ben is the answer. Behind him, Luther and Allison watch them, stunned silent. Allison’s hands are pressed to her mouth. She looks like she wants to cry. 

And Vanya. Little Vanya, painted white. Her head is hung as her shoulders shake with the weight of the destruction she has so inevitably caused. (Ben would say he always knew she was destined for great things -- but he can’t, because he didn’t.) (Nobody ever said great things had to be good.)

The Hargreeves siblings are dead. Their bodies are strewn across what is left of their childhood home, smouldering and burning, and Ben is very aware of that fact.

righto anyway. so they have an emotional reunion but its also kind of bitter? id have to actually write this for it to make sense so lets skip it for now lol

five shows up

he cannot see them obviously bc theyre all ghosts

god if i did write this it would be such a monster of a fic and would take me like 2 years to finish i already know fhkjdsk

somehow ?? they manage to influence the world around them maybe? idk maybe now that klaus is dead hes sober

or maybe hes high for all eternity?

for the purposes of this au lets say he died sober or in the late stages of withdrawal, and bc ghosts cant feel pain in action hes sober

so EVENTUALLY they figure out how to corporealize bc klaus is like blam wham ghost powers

asdlfk that sounds so stupid im sorry

he would say that tho imho,,, it sounds like something hed say,,,

if i DID write this it would be alternating povs also,,,

ok so out of all of them klaus and ben have the most experience homeless

and while being stuck in an apocalypse is not at all the same thing as being homeless it does help to have some knowledge

five doesnt eat the twinkie!! good for him

dammit okay. theres 2 options we can take here. in the comics five couldnt get back bc he fucked up his math and spent 15 years doing the wrong thing, but if u apply that here, with 6 other ppl checking his work this could be avoided and they end up skipping the whole assassin shtick and just hopping straight back to 2019, ready to prevent the apocalypse

OR five still gets hired for the commission but the sibs are tagging along

i think bc five isnt completely alone in this au unfortunately dolores doesnt exist :((

for each other the 2 paths tho theres also options?? bc they (ghosts) can go back in time and inhabit their past selves bodies? OR they could just,,, cease to exist

IM JUST NOW REALIZING HOW MANY PATHS THIS COULD TAKE,, AAH FUCK

okay gonna split this into parts. this is gonna be so long brace yourselves.

1) they go back in time because math checking and the ghosts swap out for their past selves

after multiple years of being stuck in an apocalypse together i think they would learn to get along with each other. like at least a little bit

which would make it easier for them to prevent the apocalypse

bc theyd:

trust each other more

already know abt the apocalypse and not have to wait for five to grace them all with his knowledge

are working as a team from the very beginning

have open lines of communication

yeah uh. so there

vanya is also already aware of her powers so the whole harold goading her into turning against her family and snapping to wipe out all life on earth thing? yeah that doesnt happen

oh and harold wouldn’t know how to do that in the first place because klaus wouldn’t throw out reggie’s journal! this solves so many problems wtf

there’s still commission issues bc they (and by they i mean five) are on the commission’s radar

so there’s still dope fight scenes sdlkfd pinky promise

okay idk. they stop the apocalypse and everything is okay the end hfkjd

2) they fix the math but only five can go back and the ghosts cease to exist

this is just sad! it would be sad okay! im sad! lets move on

subset of the past one: ben CAN go back with five because he was already dead and time travel affects them differently or something idk

aaaaaa

five & ben dynamic duo would be dope as shit BUT five would not be able to see him... so they use klaus as a middleman fjsdsfd

is there 2 bens? is one ben deleted in favor of the time-traveling ben? i dont know! i dont know my brain is melting

either way shit is happening yall!! obviously klaus is clued in, directly or indirectly it doesnt matter but he is on board the ‘don’t let the entire world end in flames’ train

3) they join the commission and then when five goes back in time they all go back

this is fun because now five is a highly trained assassin who is also lowkey a complete marshmallow for his siblings and once again TEAMWORK WOO

basically the first path but now five has a gun fhsdjk

4) they join the commission but five has to leave them behind and they cease to exist

five with a gun but hes sad now

i didnt go into how much losing his siblings would suck in the prev path but like. it would suck so much. he’s already lost them once if you think about it when he time traveled the first time and yeah he found the adult ghost versions but,, its different

and now suddenly hes stuck with these strange adult versions of the people he knows and he KNOWS them but also he doesnt? at all? they dont have all the years of shared experiences together? and theyre all grown up from the first ‘set’ of siblings he had which for five was like 40+ years ago??

SCREAMS

i have losing my mind disease (self-diagnosed)

subset: five has to leave them behind but they still exist because the commission is out-of-time kind of? idk but they’re still floating around somewhere and come back to impact the plot later or something

yeah idk. literally just wrote them down bc i didnt want them to die^2 hfkjwehd

subset: they still exist but instead of being just Somewhere they’re specifically at the assassination of JFK onwards because thats where five left them and they either go on ghosting and make an appearance in s2 OR they cease because them-wise they havent died yet but that doesnt make sense because ghosts can time travel so nevermind

i dont have the brain energy left to explore this one aaaa

okay jesus christ i think that’s all

I DON’T KNOW. i don’t know. i might write some more of this because honestly it is a very fine flavor of angst + hurt/comfort <3

[aries-writingblog]

Atlas (4)

Summary: After years of being imprisoned on the Raft, Tony negotiates freedom for his sister Tessa. When she’s free- so is her past, and it will never stop hunting her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC(Stark)

Chapter Word count: 1939

Warnings: PTSD (subtle ish), trauma, torture (in later parts), suicidal behaviors and thoughts, mentions of death, character death, injury, violence, angst, and a lil bit of fluff in there

Disclaimer: Atlas is my own, original work with characters belonging to Marvel (except Tessa and Dr. Clifton). Plagiarism is not cool kids.

A/N: this is my first work Im posting to this platform and I’m really excited and nervous about it. Hope you enjoy- constructive criticism is always helpful as well!!

Tony stared at the screen, wondering why he was God’s choice of boxing partners. He had been decoding the intel all night, only becoming increasingly concerned as the data rolled through. There was a surplus of data that encrypted with the title ‘Project Maelstrom’. From what he could tell, it was centered around Tessa. The head of the project was a Dr. J.R. Clifton- the one who was dicking around with things he didn’t understand and caused his baby sister a lot of pain.

What Project Maelstrom seemed to have as a goal was to create more of her. This time on purpose. There were samples of her blood that were torn apart. X rays and documents of medical visits labelled T. Stark. There was even detailed descriptions of the only two missions Tessa had been sent on before she was thrown in the Raft.

Tony would admit- he was curious, burning with the need to read every detail of why she was locked away. Tessa wouldn’t tell him. Ever. And the army never gave a clear reason, just that she was a danger and her whole squad had been killed on a mission. Nothing more, nothing less. When Tony threatened them with a lawsuit, he was told that Tessa would get the death penalty if it went to court. So, he had to play nice.

Instead, he called a meeting at the ass crack of dawn to decide how to play this. He was slightly wary of breaking the news to Tessa, as it was all based around her and her powers, but he figured if he had enough fire extinguishers on hand, everything would be fine. As long as she was contained on one floor. To one room. Maybe we should meet on the roof.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“So... what’s the move?” Tony asked, hesitantly. He was trying to gauge reactions around the room, mostly focused on Tessa. She seemed to lock down as soon as he mentioned the mission reports. She wasn’t surprised or fazed by much of the other intel.

Bucky had also instantly switched his attention from Tony to Tessa as it was brought up. She hadn’t spoken to him since the incident in her room- three days ago. She remained on her floor, although Wanda had convinced her to come down to eat with her, Steve and Vision every day at lunch. Wanda seemed to have that persuasion on her.

He noticed her clam up, keeping her eyes low while Steve began to form a plan, with the help of Natasha and Tony. Bruce was sifting through the medical records produced from the intel, gleaning information to research his own. He had been curious about Tessa’s enhancement but the woman wouldn’t let him near her with any medical or scientific equipment. So, he agreed to wait until she was ready for it.

“What about the mission reports, what do they say?” Steve asked, reaching for the papers. Tessa immediately leapt up, snatching the papers before he could reach them. She looked down at them, seemingly trying to confirm her suspicions before lighting them on fire, letting the ash fall at her feet. She swallowed harshly, meeting Steve’s shocked eyes.

“There’s nothing important in them.” She snapped, dropping the last of the papers. She turned to Tony, anger in her stance. “Did you make more copies of those?” He blinked and shook his head.

“There’s the original on the drive Wilson brought back.” He answered, already aware of what she would ask him to do next.

“Delete it.” She hissed, spinning on her heel and stomping out of the room. Tony nodded, even though she had already slammed the door shut.

“Anyone want to check on her?” Tony offered. There was a hesitance in the way Bucky stood up, pushing his chair back. Tony’s eyes narrowed and zeroed in on the hulking mass of a man. “Anyone else- cause, not to be petty but he’s already killed the rest of my family and I’d like to keep what I have left around for a while.”

Bucky’s expression didn’t alter but he felt the sting of the comment. Nevertheless, he sat back down, pulling his chair in, clasping his hands on the table and keeping his gaze on them.

“Tony...” Steve chided, anger and self righteous indignation in his tone. Tony rolled his eyes before turning back to the papers. None of them could refute the obvious. Everyone was aware of the obvious- the Winter Soldier responsible for the death of the Starks- and they were aware of Tony’s less than forgiving attitude toward the recovering soldier himself.

“Whatever- just let her go, maybe she’ll blow up the top floor and set fire to my belongings.” He responded, grumbling as he began the presentation again.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Days later, Tessa was still being temperamental. Bucky had not spoken to her, Tony had been locked out of her apartment. The only ones she let in were Sam and Wanda. Sam attempted to soothe her, trying to help her make sense of her head and emotions. Wanda ensured she was eating regularly and trying to help her make sense of her powers. She knew a thing or two about out of control enhancements.

Bucky had been upset, moping around his shared apartment mostly because he was unable to talk to the person he had feelings for. The one person who he felt actually wanted him around. Steve took notice after the umpteenth sigh and ensured him that he would try to set it up for him.

“What’s that supposed to mean, jackass?” Bucky’s nose scrunched up and a wrinkle presented itself on his forehead. Steve rolled his eyes and tossed his paper to the table.

“I mean, on the mission. I’ll make you two partners. Someone has to be responsible for her, a guardian when she’s on the field, and you two got... close.” Steve began folding towels, turning his back to his roommate. Bucky blinked twice before snorting. Steve turned back around to see him pouting. “Oh- what is it, you’ve been moping around for days now- what happened between you and Tessa that’s got your panties in a twist?”

“First off- what the fuck my guy?” Bucky’s hands flicked toward him before resting on the table he sat at. “And second, it’s none of your business.”

Steve almost called bullshit. He could see that Bucky was bursting at the seams, almost exploding with his problem. The guy was the best at sneaking around to find intel or perform his espionage but ask him about a girl he had a crush on and the man would spill like a can on a car. Steve knew just what to say to get him to talk- it would only take him asking once more and Bucky would spill his guts.

“Okay... all I’m saying is that you two were helping each other. The progress you made when you started hanging out was phenomenal- exponential almost.” Steve commented, nonchalantly and kept folding his towels. Only a few more seconds now and...

“She doesn’t sleep well.” Bucky started. Steve mentally congratulated himself on being able to manipulate Bucky into talking- the same way Bucky was able to manipulate Steve into doing his share of chores. “And so I’d see her in the kitchen at night when I couldn’t sleep and we started talking. Then she gave me her dog tags, because I said I never got mine back. And my heart exploded. Steve- I’d never thought I’d feel like this again. I just want to make her happy- I want to see her smile and I want to be around her- I want to talk to her.”

Steve knew the importance of the relationship when Bucky stressed that point. Bucky never went out of his way to join a conversation or even speak to someone. It always had to be initiated by the other party and even then it was one sided. Bucky hated talking to other people. So to actually want to talk to her... Steve felt that progress was being made.

“And then, after the mission... she let me touch her.” Bucky sat back in his chair, remembering how he held her tightly. Remembering how she latched to him, like her was her life line. In a way, he was in that moment. “She let me comfort her and hold her... then she fell asleep and had a nightmare and set my shirt on fire.” Steve’s eyes widened as he whirled around to face him. Bucky was quick to defend her. “It was an accident- she apologized but... I think it hit too close to home for her. She kicked me out and she hasn’t spoken to me in days. What am I supposed to do now? I’ve grown so close to her and now... she won’t even look my way. I thought she had the same feelings but, maybe I was just caught up in my emotions, remembering what it felt like to have feelings for a woman.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Buck.” Steve assured him. He’d seen the glances Tessa gave him. She’d greet him with a ‘good morning’ and already have his coffee mug down with coffee in it. “Maybe she’s just scared. She doesn’t have a good control over her powers and she set you on fire. She just needs time, you both need to be patient with the other. It’s not gonna be easy.”

“I know that... I just- I want to jump straight into this feeling but she’s holding back... and I don’t know how to help her.” Bucky muttered. Steve had seen this before- granted it wasn’t the same reason. It was when they were teenagers and a senior girl had been stringing Bucky along because he was the best looking in the sophomore class. Poor Bucky actually had feelings for the girl but she was just trying to prove a point to her friends. But he knew Tessa was holding back for a different reason. A selfless reason.

“Just try and understand her side. If she gives you the chance, explain how you feel.” Steve couldn’t believe that he was giving Bucky girl advice. It used to be so different went they were younger. “Maybe flowers- buy her flowers to show that you’re not pissed about catching fire.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Everyone suited up?" Tony asked, tossing his glasses onto the seat beside his iron man armor. Steve and Natasha were sitting in the pilot seats, switching buttons and levers, preparing for takeoff. Sam was doing last minute repair work on Redwing, while Bucky sat beside him trying to hold back on jamming his finger directly into Redwing’s circuit board- just to annoy Sam. Wanda and Vision were sitting together reading a book they had borrowed from Laura the last time they had visited Clint. Bruce decided to stay behind, as he usually did. Tessa was the last one on the jet, taking a seat in the far back, hooking herself in and just sitting quietly.

Everyone gave Tony a response- whether it be a grunt, nod, or a ‘fuck off, mom’ from several of the passengers. Tony spared a glance back to Tessa when he didn’t hear a response from her. She was wearing the design he’d made for her. Completely fire proof, black tactical pants with a long sleeved black spandex shirt and black combat boots. She wore a Kevlar vest over the top. She was also decked out in weapons- knives in her belt and boots, a hand gun on each hip and an AR- 15 sitting by her side. He’d wanted to go for the dramatic but Tessa practically cussed him out when she saw his first idea.

“Hey, kiddo.” Tony scooted in beside her, bumping hips as he buckled his harness in. Natasha had announced take off in two minutes so he settled in beside his loving sister for a pep talk. “How you feeling?”

“Did you read those reports?” Tessa questioned, forgoing formalities and small talk. Her dark eyes landed on his face, worry and irritation building up in her brows.

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to because you never talk about it but I didn’t.” Tony sighed as Tessa relaxed slightly into her seat. “I just want to be here for you and you don’t make that easy when you hide things from me.”

“If it makes you feel better I also lie to my therapist.” Tessa cocked her head to the side.

“Well that I can understand.” Tony scoffed, gently elbowing her. Tessa smiled, looking down at her fingers, playing with a string on her fingerless gloves. “I love you, you know that right?” She nodded. “Good. So, just keep your cool this mission, alright? Don’t be afraid of your powers. Don’t be afraid that you’re putting us in danger. We can handle ourselves. And you’re paired with Barnes so just... keep your head down and follow his orders- even though I’d personally like to jab his eyes out.”

“He’s a perfectly nice guy.” Tessa muttered quietly.

“That murdered your parents.” Tony pressured, trying his best to not throw himself into a tirade. “He’s responsible for so much death and destruction-“

“Well so am I...” Tessa shot a glance at Tony, shutting him up instantly. It was the first time she had ever admitted it to him. “He isn’t the only one here with blood on his hands- the whole team is morally grey when it comes to the lives saved and taken. Besides, he wasn’t in his right mind... he’s a good guy.”

Tony could see it- the light blush on her neck and ears. He felt a pit forming in his stomach- she wasn’t falling for the guy, was she? There was so much he didn’t know about his sister from the past six years. That made him feel even worse. She had gone through so much, too much for someone her age to deal with and she wouldn’t even talk about it. So why wouldn’t she fall in love with the first person that actually listened to her- that made time for her.

“Tell you what-“ Tony told her, unsnapping the buckles and standing up. “After this mission- we go to that pizza place you and your friends used to terrorize in high school. Just the two of us. Catch up on everything we’ve missed.” Tessa looked up, meeting his eyes. The dark brown eyes of Howard Stark, passed down to both of his children.

“Sounds nice, Tony.” She agreed. “Stopping for doughnuts on fifth?”

“As many as you want.”

“It’s a deal.”

[wxtaru]

Writober day 10 - Funeral

Death of an idol.

Please read this post here! It will serve as some kind of background info for it.

“You died just like him. So abruptly, without any grace- did you get the same realisation as him about yourself? Your purpose?Or perhaps... What kind of thoughts haunted your mind?”

The announcement had been made early in that morning, and within a matter of minutes the entire continent was talking about it.

Radio stations picked up on the news, TV broadcasts interrupted, the day’s newspaper that had just been printed as well as all the social medias on the internet were blasting it. In both Johto and Kanto alike- it would be the following days’ subject.

Everything stopped because of it.

'The head of the Wataru clan, Lance. Who used to be the Leader of the Elite four members in the Indigo plateau, and a few years later became both regions’ champion. Has been pronounced dead by this morning, at the age of 40, the cause of death hasn’t been disclosed yet by the family. Goldenrod’s news station send our condolences to his relatives and those close to him.'

‘What an awful news listeners! We have just been informed about Lance’s passing, this morning! There still isn’t any details about that, but we’ll have to wait and see about that. But this is even worse- if we take into consideration how close to due his wife is- according to some sources. Oh- wait? She had given birth this morning as well?’

‘Guys! Guys! Im shaking!!! I can’t stop crying!!! ICB my idol!! 😭😭 Im gonna have to take the day off. Yall I can’t handle this! #RIP#Fabulance’

However all of this wouldn’t last much, as quietly from behind the scenes- the clan was trying to shut down anyone who was talking about it. It is a similar thing they did, when the previous head of the clan- abruptly died all those years ago.

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While both regions worked through the loss of their hero, the family conducted their traditional ritual. From preparing the corpse- dressing him up in a traditional outfit, cover any noticeable scars on the body, giving the impression that Lance was actually in some sort of peaceful slumber.

No one needs to know the condition his corpse had been found.

They made sure to not inform the mother of the future heir about the passing of her spouse, thankfully it wasn’t too difficult- considering how she had given birth not in a hospital- but in her family’s state. Completely alienated, from the outside world.

Meanwhile his bed of flowers had been thoroughly put together by priests, and relatives. Once it was completed, they both would be united within the Dragon den’s heart. Where the corpse would be gently laid upon it.

Once the entire family had been gathered up, the ceremony could start. The cleansing ritual lasted the entire day, countless priests attended to the funeral- from all over Johto as well as maidens who assisted in it.

Halfway through the ceremony, a tag would be sticked to the deceased’s face- covering it up completely. Salt- herbs- gold were poured all over the body throughout the whole thing.

Finally, by the sunset- the relatives were allowed to approach the body one last time and say their very last words to the deceased.

Many tears were shed for him from aunts, uncles, nephews and cousins alike. However- the most important thing to come out of this, was Clair’s turn. She was being accompanied by her husband, who remained in respecting silence the entire time- trying to offer comfort for her.

The blue haired woman would be immediately flooded by the memories of their childhood together, from growin up together- so close to one another to how things ended up throughout the years. However- since she was capable of holding back her tears, she was perhaps- the only one that noticed the bandages covering specific parts of his body.

Lance always used subtlety to let her know, there was so much more. And even now- in death, he is still doing the same thing.

‘Despite growing up with you, I don’t think I ever truly knew who you were this entire time.’

Clair murmured to the corpse, as she carefully placed over his hands an empty pokeball- the one that used to hold Stadmitte, his very first Dratini- the most loyal and powerful of all Dragonites he owned throughout his life.

Once the last relative had their turn with the corpse, the neatly crafted bed of flowers was lit on fire- cremating the body in the process. Everyone stood there and watched the flames, consume the whole thing.

While Clair watched over it in silence, she can’t help but feel a weird presence within there- so for a brief moment she looks to her side. And for a split second, she swears she had just seen Morty- her former coworker, the one that went missing months ago, standing right by her side.

The sighting only lasted the blink of her eyes- but it was enough to send shivers run down the woman’s spine, and freeze right there- unable to look back at her cousin’s funeral.

Why here? Why was she the only that saw him there? What’s the correlation between him and Lance? Was there anything at all?

[still-another-dreamer]

All over again (part 5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/A: hey there! here’s part 5! it took me a while to post it..i know.. but i dont know even if you people red it anyway.. My exams start in a week, so im probably not be able to write part 6 soon. i hope you understand. thanks for your attention, love ya xx

All over again - Masterlist

(gif not mine)

Ten days passed since the New Year’s party. You remember drinking enough to get tipsy but not really drunk. No, wait you did get drunk, not from the alcohol, but from his lips and his hands on you. At some point you thought it was just a dream, especially since Bucky’s behavior didn’t change at all. The next days were just as the previous ones. You barely talked with him, and that happened when you were all gathered at the common room, or at lunch. Not that it was an everyday thing. Was he avoiding you? Or did you avoid him? Probably it was just bad timing.

Your first plan was to leave after holidays but you didn’t want to. You always loved the place and everyone around you! And even though you didn’t want to admit it, living in a place that Tony Stark took care of was everything anyone could ask for! But you couldn’t stay. You were a guest in there, so it was time to start packing, not that you had too many stuff with you… “Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Fury requested you in the briefing room in ten minutes” F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed you when you had just started packing.

“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y. I’ll be there.” You said back, a bit confused. Why did Fury want to see you? You put on a cardigan and walked to the briefing room, deciding to start packing later. As you walked down the corridor, you didn’t notice anyone around, which was weird, cause as far as you knew, they had no missions for today. Once you opened the door, you found out that everyone was in the briefing room, all of them sitting in their spots. You took a quick look and you noticed one empty chair, your chair.

“(Y/N) come on” Natasha called you as you closed the door behind you. You walked up to her, standing behind the empty spot.

“Did Fury call for all the team? Why am I here too?”

“He did. Sit down and we’ll find out” she said pointing the spot that used to be yours.

“Oh, here?” you asked and she nodded. You took a seat, having Bucky on your left and Natasha on your right.

“Finally that chair is filled again!” Natasha said smiling

“What do you mean?”

“Nobody sat there all those years (Y/N) it’s like it had always your name on it or something.” Natasha said and turned to Sam who was sitting next to her, his hand on her knee under the table. You were the only one to notice because you were sitting right beside her.

“He puts his hand there every time” you heard Bucky talking to you quiet enough for only you to hear.

You turned and looked at him, with a soft smile. “Hey Bucky.  He does?”

“Since they started dating or so. I’m not sure. And bird man hasn’t told me anything yet.” He said looking over Sam.

“She hasn’t told me anything either” you shook your head as Fury got in the room, walking up to the head of the table.

“Good morning everyone. Now that the holidays are officially over, we should discuss some things. First of all, since we all know the good news, Sharon, you should start your pregnancy break.  I think we all agree it’s not safe for neither you nor the baby to go on missions now on.” Fury said kindly to Sharon.

“In fact Fury is right. The first trimester is very important and you should be careful” you said

“I know, I was going to tell you too…”Sharon said to Fury and Steve nodded holding her hand.

“Though agent Carter is an important part of the team, and we need more people already. It’s something some of us had been considering already and agreed on that, which hardly ever happens. But there are way too few people who are good enough, so we came up with the best one out there.  That’s why (Y/N), I officially ask you to rejoin the Avengers.” Fury said looking at you.

“w-what?” was all you could say. Rejoin the Avengers?

Deep inside you missed your old life. Being a doctor, especially on DWB was a blessing, but you weren’t born for these stuff, even if you thought you were. All this trauma built inside you and you wanted to go out there and fight.  You looked at everyone, stopping as you met Bucky’s eyes, looking at you, trying to read you once again. Did that guy forget you at all, or have you changed that much? Despite everything that had happened with you and Bucky you knew only one thing, where your home is. So you smiled, looked at Fury and nodded once. “It would be my honor to be back.”

“Oh thank God (Y/N) wise decision!! Especially the fact that you didn’t hesitate or asked for time!! Capsicle had prepared a speech to convince you, so thanks!!” Tony grinned and winked at you.

“Hey, that is not true! And even if it was, do you mean that you don’t like my speeches? That’s the best part!!” Steve said.

“No honey it isn’t” Sharon patted his back and giggled.

“Hey Cap, do you use speeches at everything you do?” Sam said with a raised eyebrow, nodding at Sharon.

“None of your business Bird man.” Steve gave him a glare.

“That’s not why we are here guys. Back to the point. A very important mission is around the corner and probably gonna need all of you out there. So prepare yourselves and get ready. You’ll have the details when that time comes. Get (Y/N) back to the game, I need her ready for the mission too.” Fury said with a serious tone and you knew it was time for the fun to start.

Right after the meeting, you started planning out your work out and training program. It’s not that you are not fit or you never went to the gym all these years, but you definitely didn’t work out the same way you used. Or at least that’s what Nat had in mind. After the first couple trainings your ‘fighter’ mode was on. Nat joked, mentioning that it must be written in your DNA. You really got into it and you almost spent all your day in the gym and the training room. You got Nat and Steve for spars and Sharon was around for guidance. But you weren’t the centre of the universe and you knew that.

Nat, Steve and Sam had a mission today, which never stopped you from keeping up your training of course. Hopefully that also meant that you had some time on yourself. You started training in the empty gym, though when you where in the middle of lifting weights, you heard footsteps coming in. You turned around when you finished that set, finding Bucky leaving his stuff on the bench and coming up your way.

“How is it going?” he said stretching up.

“Pretty good. I’m going to whatever mission comes up.” You said starting the next set.

“You think you are ready just yet? You only got back in the team not even a week ago!”

“I never stopped training”

“I’m not sure about that. Your muscles are not as toned as they used to be” he said as he looked you from head to toe. You were wearing yoga leggings and your sports bra. “And definitely you lifted more than just that” pointing the weights.

“My power is neither how muscular I am nor how much I lift.” You never liked it when he doubted you.

“Still not ready for missions, doll” he said getting his weights on the bar.

“Quit the pet names, Barnes. Come and find out yourself whether I’m ready” you said walking up to your bag, taking the tape, and started wrapping your hands.

“Oh, calling me by my last name now?” he chuckled as he started the lifts.

You rolled your eyes and decided to stay silent at the best action at that time. You walked up to the boxing bag and started your punches and kicks, the best way you could, since nobody was holding it and it kept moving around. Before getting really pissed off because nothing went right, there he was, holding the bag behind it.

“What are you doing?” you took a couple steps on your right to look at him.

“You’re welcome. Get to work.” It sounded like an order but you needed help and you didn’t snap back at him. You started punching and kicking again, trying not to pay attention to the man holding the bag, but only to the bag. And of course that was impossible, especially when he didn’t keep his mouth shut and kept commenting like he was your coach or something.

“I don’t think this is going to work out.” You took a step back and started going to pick up your stuff.

He grabbed you by your arm and turned you around to face him in the mid way on the mat floor “Let your damn pride aside and accept some help when it’s offered.”

He was looking into your eyes, burning, with what? Passion? Anger? You couldn’t tell. But he was right. Since he offered to help, you had to take it, since you need it. You got out of his hold and nodded.

You hated it to admit it even to yourself but Bucky was the best match for work- out. Even when you two were together he never let you win on purpose. He always pushed you to your limits and helped you become better. So now that he was standing there, offering help, you knew how to take advantage of it.

“Are you in for some spars?”

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