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WoLyse Week 2024: Day 2 - AU

[Just Chatting] Meet My Sister!

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“Heeeeeey there chatty-chat! It’s ya girl, Sanda! How’s everybody doing? SleepySanda? Yeah, just rolled outta bed a few minutes ago, got a major case of bed-head, haha. Anyway, are you guys excited? You’re finally gonna meet my darling sister! Seeing a few SandaPogs in chat, that’s good. She’s a little skittish about this whole thing, so be gentle, alright? If this goes well, maybe I’ll be able to invite her over again! Then you’ll get to be little freaks. So… just be normal for now, okay? Okay! ‘No promises.’ WatersOfMars, you’d better be good! She likes women anyway, so hands off! Okay, that’s the doorbell. I’ll go check on her, make sure she’s good to go, and then you’ll see! My! Sister~!”

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………

“...But you promised!”

“I did, she didn’t. And I don’t want the whole world to know I’m dating…”

“Well, I don’t mind! Come on, what’s the harm in showing me off?”

“I knew I liked you! So what’s the problem, big sis? Everyone else is fine with it!”

“...Fine. If only to stop people thinking I’m dating that weird home-made lance guy.”

“Yaaaaaaaay!”

…

“Okay chat, we’re back, sorry about that! So without further ado, allow me to introduce to you… MY BIG SISTER! Introduce yourself, sis!”

“Uh… Hi? I’m Arashi. Think some of you have seen me before in other videos. I… Sanda, what does SandaGasm mean?”

“I’ll explain it to you later! (Chat, chill! Remember what I said about being weird!)”

Yoooooooo!

big sis got the big booba

SandaPog

SandaGasm

SandaGasm

is that the weird parkour girl?

Yo Sanda Is Your Sister Single? Asking For A Friend

god I’m gay

SandaPog

“But that’s not all I have for you today, chat! Oh, thank you for the superchat, DragonFucker69! “Your sister radiates a beautiful energy”, aww, thank you! She’s really sweet, I promise you. Best sister I could hope for!”

“…”

“Anyway, like I said, I got something else for you today, chat! Not only do we have my big sister, she’s also brought along her girlfriend for moral support! Come on in, Lyse!”

“Hiiiii everyone! How are you all doing? Bit of an impromptu collab, I know, but I couldn’t say no to Sanda bringing us both in for a quick chat. WatersOfMars, hi! Didn’t think you were one of Sanda’s mods!”

“Yeah, he’s been a big help, though there was a bit where his account got hacked. It was scary, but we made it through, didn’t we?”

“Sanda, what’s a SandaPog? Big booba…? Hey, why does everyone keep saying they’re gay?”

“It’s because you’re hot, Arashi, like I keep telling you. Mine are bigger though, right, chat?”

“Oh. But they really aren- mmph!”

“Ohohoho! We got a kiss live on air! (Thanks, Lyse, I owe you one.) Soooo, chat. Any burning questions for my darling sister? Oh, here’s a good one! How did you meet your lady love, my dearest sibling?”

“Oh, uh… I… Is it okay to say this on stream? It’s a bit…”

“We met online! She was part of a racing forum, I was a bit of a fangirl after seeing her on the track, we both bonded over our exercise routines, you know how it goes. Ah, yes, MagicMaestro, she is the other half I keep talking about in my lifting tutorials. No, she hasn’t learned to put the sets back in their proper place yet. I’ve mostly given up at this point.”

“Hey!”

“What? I wouldn’t have to tell them if it wasn’t true!”

“Oh yeah? Well how about you leaving our to- mmph! Rude!”

“Oooooh, spicy! Okay, let’s see what chat’s asking now…”

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Part 2/?

!!!!!Post Spider-Man: No Way Home!!!!!

Summary & Title (WIP/TBD): Basically a story of how Peter meets his M.J. Set when he first became Spider-Man, then following No Way Home. Plan to focus more on Peter Parker than Spider-Man. ***which disclaimer I know other people are writing about MJ and I’m not stealing any ideas and credit goes where it goes this is my version of the idea***

Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker (college age) x femme!OC (M.J.)

Word Count: ~3.5K Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, pain, cursing

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"Peter? I mean-Spider-Man?" I looked up to see Peter tripping over his feet to lean on the nearest light post, "What are you- Are you okay?" I looked at him as he breathed heavily under his mask. I wanted to suggest he take it off, but as people walked by they did a double-take realizing who I stood with I kept my mouth shut and looked nervously around to see if any danger had followed him.

"Oh, hey, how was the retirement party?" He asked me genuinely. Now of all times, he remembered my plans. I had just snuck out of the party, getting tired of socializing, but part of me was kicking me for not staying. If I had I would have been subject to yet another round of listening to bad karaoke.

"Are you alright?" I repeated, stepping forward slightly as he used the post for support, almost slipping from it, but once he regained his posture some I back up again. I made sure to spot him slightly with my hands, weary of his state.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He shook his head quickly, his hand waving in the air acting as if there wasn't a small stream of blood  running down his arms to his fingers onto the concrete, "Yeah, never better, never better, just, you know, on the clock..."

"I think you should clock out for the night," I implored worriedly. My mind was screaming to leave, but my body was firmly planted.

"No, no...I'm good, I'm good," He said with a sharp inhale of breath. I prayed it wasn't a broken rib, but by the way he wheezed I could tell it wasn't anything good. I could see how he was close to shaking due to the pain.

"Peter, you're bleeding on the sidewalk," I whispered as it started to collect in a small pool by our feet.  I was sure he had experienced worse, but seeing him the way he was didn't make it any easier to watch.

"Oh this," He laughed lightly trying to brush it off, only smearing it more on his suit, "It's nothing."

"People are starting to stare," I noticed as a small group gathered across the street to see what was going on under the dim, yellow light, "Let's-Let's just get you out of here...You have somewhere to go?"

"Just give me a second, I'll be out of your hair," He pushed himself from the post and tinkered with the devices on his wrist. I grabbed his wrist before he could do anything, already a step ahead of him.

"Don't tell me you're going to try and swing right now," I scolded him quietly, pulling his arm around my shoulders to get us moving along since people started to get closer, "C'mon, let's just go."

Peter was able to keep a good pace as we took off away from where we stood. However, I was sure we were a sight to see as we passed a few people along our journey. What am I doing? The question repeated louder and louder in my head with each step.

"Wait to hold on," I stopped the two of us before we hit the closest subway stop. I shuffled our bodies out of the light and leaded Peter against the closest building wall for support, "You need to ditch the mask."

"Wait...Hold on-... We can just-

"Trust me, if we're going on the train-

"The train?"

"I've only got money on my MetroCard, I don't have enough on me for a taxi," I said as I pulled off my jacket, planning to put it on Peter to make him look less conspicuous, "I mean you don't happen to carry your wallet in your spandex, do you?"

"Point taken," He winced as I pulled his arms through the rain jacket. I shuffled through my bag, getting everything ready to make it down smoothly. I noticed my hands started to shake from the newfound responsibility of Spider-Man. There was no imminent doom happening, but my body's anxiousness started to take over. Then without my help, Peter tugged on his mask to reveal his face and get a breath of fresh air.

"Oh god, Peter," I said once I saw the bruise that ran along   his temple down to his chin had already settled on a deep purple. I was tempted to reach out and touch it to see if it was real, but I held back and took his arm again.

"It's worse than it looks, promise."

Luck seemed to follow Peter indefinitely as the platform was practically empty thanks to it being a late night. However, now would be the perfect time for that one reporter to be working later to catch the story of the year. But it was New York, either way, people would probably have seen worse than what Peter and I looked like standing arm in arm for the train to arrive. As we stared at the map in front of up I was sure the worried expression only became more defined on my face.

"Alright," I sighed, collecting myself some to speak, "Where are we off to?"

"Forest Hills, Queens," He pointed where he lived with his head.  

"Queens?" I looked at him, my eyebrows shooting to  my hairline, "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"I travel for work."

"Funny."

I trailed my finger across the different colored lines, seeing which were still running and which route would be the quickest. Once I figured out the path of least resistance, we waited. The waiting was the worst part. We stood in Peter's pain having no other option as the metal car was ten minutes out. I had to shift every so often so my frame could fit his. My mind was racing with thoughts. I debated small talk, but even in a normal situation, it was the bane of my existence. By the time I thought I had built up the courage, the car stopped in front of us, doors opening.

At the next stop, a cold air wafted into the train, making me shiver. I took a deep breath, hoping it'd clear my head a bit. I surveyed the people within and it was yet again the rare occasion there were a limited amount of people. Across from Peter and I sat a mother and young son. His mother looked tired, her head back, eyes closed as she held her little boy's hand. It was a funny juxtaposition to sit across from. Peter kept his eyes trained on the boy, winking at him once the little boy looked down and saw the exposed part of his suit. I nudged Peter to tell him to leave it be, but it was like it only further encouraged him. Once again, he tinkered with the devices on his wrists, then shot a few strings of webs towards the child creating a little trinket for the boy and finishing it off by holding his finger up to his lips to keep it a secret. I would have thought it was endearing if it weren't for the new, unwanted attention. I cleared my throat as I crossed my legs in an attempt to cover Peter up better. The man at the end held onto the railing and nodded his head towards us. Hopefully, it was an unspoken understatement as I wasn't sure if I could handle more commotion. The headache from not drinking enough water made itself noticeable  when the doors beeped loudly, amplified the sound, and knocked it against my temples. With two fingers on each side, I tried to gently massage the pain away, hoping for relief. Thankfully, getting off the train and to his place was fairly easy, just slightly inconvenient and out of my way almost completely. I prayed I had money left on my card to get me back into the city. I'd have to stretch beforehand if I needed to hop the turnstile. When we finally approached the address he had directed us to, I wasn't sure if it would be wise to leave him at the door like a baby at a fire station.

Peter stopped as we made it up the short stoop, "I live with my aunt."

"I live with my brother," I spoke without thinking. There was no point in why I said it, especially the way I said it. But I understood. I'd never been able to live alone no matter how much I'd want to be left alone.

"She doesn't know," He continued, stopping as we reached the door, "I have to go through the window."

"You're joking."

"I wish I was."

"Can't we just sneak you up the stairs?" His eyes went back and forth between my eyes telling me no. Then I let out a shaky breath to say, "Ok, alright, then what do we do?"

It was a dumb question in hindsight. I knew better than to think we'd walk up the stairs or go through the back. Without verbally answering, Peter, with the arm that was over my shoulders, placed his hand under my arm and lifted it enough to be partially over his shoulder. It happened before I could react, our bodies springing upward and through the window in an almost seamless motion. Wordlessly, Peter detached from me heading to close his door which was locked by a system. Within a matter of seconds, he was smearing blood everywhere again. I stood by the window awkwardly unsure of when to step in if it was even needed.  But I could only wring my hands so many times before stepping in.

"You're getting everything dirty," I scolded quietly to cover my nerves, before instructing him to sit down by leading him to his chair, "Please tell me you have bandages."

"I should have some gauze in that drawer over there."

Pulling the drawer open I could see how this was a frequent enough occurrence for him that he was stocked up on medical supplies. Smart boy. There were rolls of gauze, sterile pads, and other things for disinfection. I could feel Peter's eyes on me the entire time I rifled through his things picking out what I thought fit. Neither of us expected me to make it this far, let alone stay this long. But as I made my way back to him, I knew I had to see it through some. I looked down at his suit searching for anything that indicated a zipper or button fixture to get it off but Peter was one step ahead peeling off the top half himself. I cringed slightly at the sight of his worn body. He needed medical attention, someone, that could properly wash his wounds and dress them. I wasn't sure if I was helping or hurting at this point as I dabbed him clean.

"You weren't following me tonight were you?" I finally spoke up as gently as I wrapped the gauze around his chest and back, almost done with the entire process. He shook his head innocently. I was confident he was telling me the truth but this bump in wasn't sitting well with me, "So I was just lucky enough to walk down the very same street you were on?"

"Honestly?" He looked up at me waiting for my confirmation before continuing, "I've had an...interesting... past couple of weeks. I don't really question fate anymore it just does its thing and I'm just along for the ride."

"I don't know if I believe in fate," I hummed honestly, "Especially since it's awfully convenient that you've come into the library almost every day this past week. Do you even like to read?"

"Here and there," He nodded, bringing his head side to side to match his words.

"As much as I'd like you to keep your distance," I started with a big breath, then finally made some eye contact with him, "You do know you are actually allowed to check out a book... I won't bite."

"Noted." Just being able to sit clearly helped his physical situation. However, I hit an especially tender area, "Sorry."

"You're sorry?" I asked him incredulously, scanning over his body to see if I had done any more damage, "I just-I...I don't think I should be doing this..." I started to back away, reality hit me like a ton of bricks, "I'm not a doctor, you should see a doctor."

"Don't worry, I'll be good in a few hours."

"I shouldn't be here...This is a bad idea..." I only continued to shake my head profusely. The adrenaline had run its course now and I was thinking more clearly than I had moments ago,  "A really bad idea."

"MJ-

"I-I should go."

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The headphones over my ears dulled every sound even though the music that had been playing from them not too long ago had died. It was difficult to keep my eyes open for longer than a few heartbeats as I stared down at the paper in front of me. I lost count on how many times I reread the problem.

"Sleeping on the job?"

I perked up at the sudden noise, the sudden question. I was in a haze, for a second possibly thinking I had been caught falling asleep. However, the feeling dissipated when I saw the boy who had sat down in front of me, "You again..."

"Me again..." Peter smiled cheekily, all his teeth on display in a slightly nervous and predictable manner. I hadn't seen him since I had left him half wrapped in his bedroom. The bruise on his face was significantly better than the other night, but it was still nasty and prominent. Now, in the light, I could see how both of his eyes had broken blood vessels. Few hours my ass.

"You have to stop-

"I know, I know," He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the long table as to not disturb the other people around us. His nervous laugh returned at my unamused expression, "I just wanted to thank you for the other night and I knew you'd be working today because, well it's Monday."

"No problem," I nodded my head firmly, eyes going back down to the worksheet in front of me.

He proved to be more observant than I thought. I kept my eyes trained down, knowing if I gave him an inch, he'd think he was a ruler. However, I hadn't realized he had come in with determination. He stayed sitting in front of me, drumming his fingers on the table, each beat more encouragement to speak up again, "Are you not working today?"

"I traded shifts," I stated bluntly. I wasn't sure why I was entertaining the conversation, but I did know part of the reason was pure procrastination.

"But you're still here?"

"I thought this would be a nice quiet place for me to get this done," I sighed, placing my hand down and looking up at him again, "But apparently not." Then I gave him the answer he was looking for, "I'm studying. I have a mid-term coming up and I cannot figure this..." I trailed off thinking I had finally solved the equation, "It's so frustrating that this math class is a requirement," I let out my complaint, as I erased the entire thing to start over all again, "I mean I'm studying for a liberal arts degree, I thought this would be an easy gen-ed for my math requirement..."

Peter seemed amused by my frustration. It was probably the most he'd heard me speak that wasn't reprimanding him or protests towards him. It was his turn to look down, examining the paper on the table for a moment. The way his eyes shifted told me he was familiar with the subject, at least much more than I would ever be.

"I can help you, you know, as a thank you of sorts," I eyed him carefully, not sure what to make of his offer. But he wasn't exactly taking my hesitation as a no as he slid my notebook toward himself and took the pencil out of my hand to say, "I can give you a little cheat sheet, helps get the nonsense out of the way."

I watched him intently as he scribbled away. Every so often he'd glance up at me to assure him to continue. He was acting as if he were my TA. As if we were friends in the same class. As if we really did know each other and we met up here specifically to study. As if we knew each other. He was getting more comfortable by the minute but we were still trying to find our footing in how to interact.

"So, where do you go?" He asked me, multitasking as he erased a few of my mistakes. At this rate, the paper would be blank and I'd be starting over once again.

I finally pulled off the headphones around the neck to succumb to the interaction, "The community college down the road."

"Nice, very nice." He wanted me to say more, but there was nothing more for me to say. I was too distracted by how expertly he did the problems himself as if seeing if he still had it.  Double-checking his own work quickly to make sure he could guide me correctly. He finished up his scribbling, sliding the paper back to me, "You should be all set now."

"Alright, well, Peter, as always, nice to see you," I said sarcastically, shielding my paper a bit as I finished by saying, "But I've got to get back to studying."

"Try them again," He pointed to my paper, he wasn't budging an inch, "Then I can check it."

I had missed office hours. I needed any help I could get because I waited until the last minute to do the study sheet. It was proving my mistakes in real-time. He was studying my face as I tried the problem again. I wanted to ask what he was looking for, but I just tried to ignore the feeling. I glanced up at him every now and then. He had encouraging eyes that made me squirm. He rested his head on his arms as he watched me. It was like he wanted to say something to me, tell me something, but he wasn't sure if I was ready to listen.  He rubbed his lips with his finger in thought right before catching my gaze on him. I hadn't meant for it to linger but it was hard not to. His demeanor held my interest. I hadn't even noticed how my eyes naturally drifted over to look at Peter again.

"I can't focus with you staring at me the entire time," I scowled slightly, my eyes flicking between him and the notebook. I barely wanted to admit to myself that his eyes on me caused a small, almost non-existent blush to creep up my neck. I doubted it was due to him, more due to the embarrassment of still not understanding the equation even with his so-called 'cheat-sheet'.

"Sorry," He mumbled, closing his eyes languidly while keeping his chin rested on top of his arms.

What had started out as playful joking quickly turned into a deep slumber. No doubt his body was exhausted from doing whatever he had been doing. Looking at him now made me realize his insane duality. I assumed he was roughly my age, just someone young who runs around with a skateboard and backpack. If there was a line up he'd probably be the last I'd pick to embody the Spider-Man. With each interaction, I craved more information about him. I didn't care how he got the way he did. I didn't care who had given him such a beating. I cared more about finding out about Peter than I did Spider-Man. But it was hard to distinguish the two since they're so intermingled. Even now, as Peter slept peacefully in front of me, his face showed the residue of Spider-Man.

"Alright," I whispered harsher than I meant to, poking Peter with my pencil, trying to rid my previous thoughts. What a hypocrite I was.

It took one more poke for his eye to flash open, his body sitting up in the same manner as he cleared his throat ready to inspect my handiwork. I regretted handing it to him because he was quick to break the bad news to me, "Well...They're all wrong."

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, then quickly went to grab the book back out of embarrassment, but Peter moved faster, "Forget it, it's fine, I'll figure it out."

"Don't worry, we can figure this out," He tore out a piece of paper, getting ready to settle into a math lesson with me, "We just need to figure out your thought process is all, I mean if you…”

I chewed my lips, debating if I should accept his help or not until I ultimately folded, "Please."

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Summary: you and bucky demonstrate love for each other through touch

Word count: 390

Warnings: fluffly, small mention of trauma

Author's note: this is so far the sweetest thing i've ever written, i hope y'll like it. english it’s not my first language so im deeply sorry for any mistakes or inconveniences.

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Touch. the Marriam-Webster defines touch as to bring a bodily part into contact with especially so as to perceive through the tactile sense: handle or feel gently usually with the intent to understand or appreciate.

For you touch was synonymous with family, home, and love. 

For bucky, touch was synonymous with pain.

For 90 years of his overextended life, touch was always followed by pain.

When you two started to date, you notice that he was very touch-starved, always trying to touch you in any way. a hand resting on your thigh while he was driving, arm wrapped around your shoulders while you two walked the new york cold streets, or simply holding your hand under the table during a debriefing meeting at the compound.

At the beginning of the relationship, you both had decided to keep your “thing” a secret. not that you didn’t want to be seen with bucky, you just didn’t want the other avengers to shove their noses on your dating life, which was extremely common. 

But it became a little hard to hide the fact that you and bucky were together. when everybody was chilling in the living room or watching some movie that peter assured it would be worth, you and bucky would be sitting really close to each other or you would be lying on the couch with your head on his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair.

He needed to be touching you, he felt safe. 

After a couple of months together, the pain was disassociated with touch. touch became a reminder of how much he needed you

the way you would touch his metal arm with the same frequency as his flesh one, so he doesn’t feel like you are afraid of it. or the way you would hold his hand when you were nervous and even the way you would slap his arm when he says something childish.

You became addicted to his touch.

sleep was only possible if his hands were in your waist. cooking wasn’t the same if he didn’t hug you by the back and plant kisses on your neck.

When the two of you were apart during a mission you would count the days to feel each other touch again.

touch was the love language in the relationship and nothing could change that.

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𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: yandere, obsession, stalking, violence, cursing, death. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.  

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“I have to tell you something.”

Steve looked at you quizzically as the words left your mouth. Bucky knew what was coming and braced himself for it. He didn’t know what exactly, but he was sure it was about your stalker.

“Someone made me break fast every morning in my kitchen. Or someone used to, he has stopped now.” this wasn’t the difficult part, the difficult part was your next accusation. “And I think the stalker is an Avenger.”

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Bucky is kidnapped by Hydra to reactivate the Winter Soldier.

word count: 2.924 words. it worth it, i promise!!!

warnings/tags: none. angst as hell mostly. but it has a happy ending.

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No. It couldn't be possible. It had to be part of a terrible nightmare. Bucky couldn't have been kidnapped by Hydra again.

You didn't know what to expect in the ship flying to the secret location of the organization. For Stark, it didn't take more than a couple of minutes to track the arm down, since Shuri put a small monitor on it when the soldier stayed in Wakanda. She never told it, wanting to use it in some kind of circumstance like the one you all were going through now. And you couldn't be more grateful, but it didn't help to make you feel better.

You were sitting close to the back hatch. Back rested against the metallic wall and legs curled to your chest. Nothing inside your head more than the hallucination of a pair of blue eyes staring at you. Blaming yourself was something you couldn't avoid. You should have been with him, by his side, protecting him as many times you promised him. But in fact, you just failed him. You failed his trust, his love. You let them take him. Only God knew which torture Hydra was putting him under, while you were there, lamenting.

You didn't even notice Steve's presence squatting next to you until he placed a hand on your shoulder. Then, you raised your face towards him. He was suffering too. In the end, Bucky was his long-life friend, his big brother. He lost him once and felt like he was going to lose him twice. Although this time was different. You were carrying the dispositive that could put to sleep back the winter soldier, but, at what cost?

“Buck got you now. Everything is gonn—”. He spoke in plural, referring to your last night's talk.

“How could you be so calm, Steve? How do you do it?” You whispered through your trembling lips, about to break in crying.

“Because he needs us focused, not distracted”.

He was wise. Captain America was wiser than anyone in that ship. He curled the left corner of his lips up, trying to make you feel good, trying to transmit you the encouragement you needed to not give up. And he did, more or less. You had to fight harder than ever. For Bucky, and only for Bucky. That's why you didn't hesitate on jumping out from the ship when it landed on the cold hard ground, as the freezing weather hit you on the face.

Following the plan, you ran quietly to the back door hidden under a huge layer of snow. Shaking part of it with the palm of your hand, you placed the device with technology from Wakanda on the locker. Not later than fifteen seconds, it deciphered the code to open the hatch. Once in position, the Avengers followed you downstairs. The passage was empty and silent. The only sound that broke it was a couple of rats running away from your presence. You all had studied the plans of the building, mostly underground, remembering exactly where you had to go.

The coast was clear, that was the reason why you all were so confused. You were expecting to find more than a dozen of agents, but when T'Challa enunciated through your earwigs that he only located two heat spots, you couldn't believe it. How only one man kidnapped the most fearless assassin up to now? Tortuous and bitter screams dragged you back to reality, causing your brain to react to make your legs run faster than ever in your whole damn life. You knew by heart that voice beneath all the pain.

Your skin bristled when your gaze landed on that chair of horrors, connected to an enormous power source. Bucky was sitting there against his want.

“... добросердечный… возвращение на родину… один…”

“STOP IT”. Steve yelled.

Huge mistake. You were aware of it when —yes— that man stopped reciting the Russian words to re-activate the Winter Soldier, but only enough time to push a red button near to him and close the heavy door in front of you. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. At the moment you glimpsed Steve’s shield sliding above the floor, straight to the inside of the room where Bucky was being tortured, you followed the same way. Never in your life, you were this fast. Like a lightning bolt, you snaked yourself under the small distance between the door and the ground before being closed. Now, it was you, that man and the soldier.

“You’re late…” He mocked with an awful American accent, under James crying out loud in pain. “грузовой ваг—”.

Your left hand moved quickly to unholster your gun and shoot him. One… Two… Three… Four bullets right to his head. The man fell dead before he couldn’t complete the command. You didn’t lose time, running to the controls to try to turn that machine off. But it was impossible. Even if you knew Tony could do it, there wasn’t signal inside those large and wide walls made of steel reinforced. You were in one of those abandoned soviet bunkers, that could save you from Armageddon. You were inhaling and exhaling so fast that your lungs never got really full, trying to focus, trying to shut every single noise around up. Trying to think of a plan b. But it was your heart who pushed you to act and not your brain. Grabbing Steve’s shield, you aimed for the energy source before tossing it like a damn frisbee.

That thing blew up, turning off any kind of light and dispositive around, as the sparks and the cables decorated your surroundings. Just like the fire that started to burn down a pile of boxes with different documents of Hydra. But that wasn't why you were impatient. Catching the shield when it came back to you, your legs moved immediately to Bucky, still stirring on his seat for a few seconds else. Then, he simply stopped shaking. Her eyes were wide opened. Reddened, in tears. His chest rose and fell violently. His heart was racing. And you could see the trauma taking control over his body in holy silence.

You didn't doubt removing the protection from his mouth along the restraints keeping him on the chair. Your fingers trembled like never before, not having any more time to lose. Probably, the Avengers would be trying to open the door when the emergency red lights illuminated the bunker, producing a loud alarm sound to indicate that something was going wrong inside the facilities.

“C'mon, Buck… C'mon, we have to leave”. You told him, trying to help him to stand up.

But as soon as your hand was about to land on his arm of vibranium, the five cold digits got closed around your throat. Soon, the lack of air for you was more than evident. He got up on his own, not needing you to do it. The ocean blue in his eyes turned into a dark storm. There wasn't any gesture on his face, more than his jaw clenching, pressing his teeth together. That wasn't Bucky —your Bucky—, but the unstable trained assassin Hydra turned him in. You could barely gulp saliva, gripping his metallic wrist with both of your hands to try to stop him from murdering you.

He couldn't. He couldn't kill you. His strength was suffocating you with no mercy, though.

For a moment, you felt too weak to fight, seeing everything around you getting blurred and darker. Blacking out. But there was something inside you, a sweet tone of voice calling your name. A male voice. Your eyelids rolled down bit by bit, wanting to concentrate on that honeyed sound being closer and closer.

“любить”.

The sore whisper left your lips. Love. The first time Bucky told you about love came to your mind. He told you about his family. George, Winnifred, Rebecca. He told you how much he desired to have a family of his own. To be loved.

“новый”.

Your almost dead fingers traced the form of his new arm made in Wakanda when you felt him lifting you from the floor, being suspended on air.

“сороковых годов”.

Trying to keep a firm tone of voice as much as the pressure let you, the Russian words were spat to the confused soldier, who wasn't understanding what you were doing. The forties changed his life. He was sent to war and, lately, captured by HYDRA. It was something he'd never forget, part of his DNA.

“заката”.

You didn't know what the hell your subconscious was doing either till that precise instant. You were reprogramming him. You were using his own memories to reset his wiped brain from them. Dusk. The first night he spent in Wakanda, Bucky was terrified. But you stayed with him. You comforted him by saying that everything was going to be okay, that his life would be different. That he was safe. That he was at home.

“лето”.

His last night of summer in that kingdom, Bucky took you to his favorite place between the woods, wanting to show you the fireflies fluttering in the middle of the gloom. He used to walk there whenever he woke up from a nightmare. Those small insects used to make him feel better for some reason he didn't comprehend. Until he saw their light reflecting on your amazed orbs. Bucky knew then he was in love with you. Besides his long-life friend, the only person who never judged him, who never ran away from him. The same person that now was dying under his fingers.

“шесть”

Six years took him to be Bucky, after his last war, after the last effort, after the last jump. He was a new man. You made him a new man. A good one. You guided him through the right way. You helped him to get used to the twenty-one century. You accompanied him to therapy and stayed in the waiting room every single session until he finished.

“заткнуться”.

The soldier ordered you to shut up, earning quite the opposite when you knew it was sorting some kind of effect on him, as soon as you felt some relief by the grip loosening around your throat and your tiptoes touching the ground. Little by little, you opened your eyes again, gluing them on the blue ones fixed on you.

“боец”.

He wasn't a super soldier, he was a fighter. He spent the last six years of his life fighting for it, fighting for ruling his existence, fighting for being pardoned for crimes he didn't want to commit, fighting for your love. Bucky furrowed swallowing, allowing you to place your feet on the floor.

“Бруклин”.

And when he demonstrated to the world that he was no longer the Winter Soldier, but James Bucky Barnes, he moved to his birthplace. Brooklyn. You and he rented an apartment together when you both learned that you couldn't live apart. That you were made for each other.

“Отец…”

A tear ran down your cheek, slowly moving your left hand to his free one. A shiver toured his backbone when he felt your warm touch holding his hand and, even if his cold fingers were still around your throat, the soldier bowed his head to follow the connection between the two of you. His flesh hand landed on your stomach, pressing it under yours, trying to transmit to him the news about your pregnancy status. Bucky was going to be a father. You were going to build a family as he always wished.

“Свобода”.

As the sob escaped your soul, his hand made of vibranium released your neck. Freedom was what he got after all those years.

Bucky was free.

His hold was the only thing that kept you on your feet, pining to the cold hard ground, as well as you trying to fill your lungs with the heavy air around you because of the dense smoke coming from the flames burning down that damn place. You watched Bucky picking the shield close to you, probably believing it could be easier to kill you with it than with his own hands. Your arms automatically wrapped your abdomen, as if you could protect your unborn child from that horror, crying James' name to remember you.

“James… James…”

You weren't able to stop whining, feeling a heavy sorrow under your chest, covering your vitals organs. The noisy sound from the bunker was suddenly turned into a constant beep, beep, beep that caused you to frown yet keeping your eyes closed. You called him once and again until a warm hand laced his fingers with you. Peace invaded you eventually, after a fond squeeze around your skin followed by a pair of rough lips pressed on your forehead. You let yourself go, not finding any strength inside your heart to continue awake.

The next time you opened your eyes, you needed a moment to adjust your gaze to the sunlight. Purring feeling more comfortable than before, you rolled on your stomach, sinking your nose into the large pillow. Bucky's scent was like a punch of reality. Your eyes snapped open as your pulse increased, starting to panic. Sitting up, your orbs moved quickly all around the room you recognized instantly. It was your dorm in the Compound, the one you used to share with your boyfriend —and the father of your child. It was empty. No trace of James anywhere. You tossed away the oxygen mask and the sheets covering your stiff anatomy, getting up from the bed. Another huge mistake.

Everything spun around you, feeling strong dizziness hitting your head, having to sit down for a second. But as soon as you felt recovered, you stood up again walking straight to the main door to step out. The hallway was deserted, hearing some voices coming from the meeting room. You followed them slowly, finding balance with your palm against the walls. Sam was the first one noticing your presence, coming faster to help you.

“James… James…” You mumbled, not really sure about when you started to sob again, whilst your muscles got tense with every syllable.

“He's okay, he's okay, take it easy, girl”. He tried to calm you as Steve reached you to bring you to the closest chair.

“We don't know what you did… but even if that man introduced the commands again… you turned it off”. Natasha spoke this time.

“I re— I repro— reprogramed him”.

The confusion was more than evident between the Avengers present in the room. But no one of them had the need to ask how. The spy taught you Russian in your free time, you weren't a fluent speaker, but it was enough to have a chat. Even so, you weren't going to say the words you used. You weren't going to make Bucky go through another wipe. If they worked, you'd make sure that he'd hear them when the occasion required it.

“I wan— wanna see him… please”. You cried covering your face with both hands, desolated after the hell of the situation you had to live.

“He's resting”. Steve informed you, squatting close and placing a hand on your right thigh to gently caress it. “And you should do the same. For your baby”.

“There's no way you're gonna stop me from seeing him”. You replied, raising your head and looking at him through your eyelids. Silently pleading.

He snorted, convinced that you wouldn't change your mind. Nodding two times with his head, he stood up and offered you a hand to hold it and help you to walk. Steve guided you through upstairs, following your pace step by step —he could have carried you onto his arms, but he wasn't sure if he could hurt you accidentally. You were too weak, barely breathing properly because of all the smoke you swollen inside the bunker. Although you started to feel somewhat erratic and excited as you were coming to Bucky's old dorm.

Steve opened the door for you, letting you walk inside before closing it behind your back. Your boyfriend was peacefully sleeping under the sheets. There were some scars on his face, already healed but yet seeming painful. The only explanation you found to be there was that Bucky used the shield to open the door and take you out of the bunker. A theory that made more sense when you noticed that he hadn't his prosthesis and his shoulder was covered by a thin black microfiber.

You headed to the bed, tucking in to wrap his warm and heavy body between your arms. At the moment he felt you, he embraced you as better as he could, not opening his eyes but shedding a tear. His lips started to tremble as you pecked them, previous to hiding his face into your neck.

“I'm so sorry…” Bucky sobbed, causing your whole anatomy to shudder because of the sorrow in his voice.

“We're gonna be okay, my love… You, me, our baby… Our family”.

His crying increased after those two words, caressing his back slowly to comfort him somehow. You knew that this recovery would be hard and painful, being conscious of how close he had been to end with your life. He didn't want to do it, nobody could deny it. You were everything you had, everything he always wished for deep inside his soul and heart. And the acknowledgment of having a baby with you only provoked him to feel guiltier.

But as you said so, everything was going to be okay.

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Summary: bucky learns how to love again, after 90 years

Word count: 403

Warnings: a bit of angst, a bit of fluffy

Author's note: inspired on "love song" by YUNGBLUD. english it’s not my first language so I’m deeply sorry for any mistakes or inconveniences. xoxo, lola

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For 90 years bucky forgot what love was, he was frozen, awakened just to kill. and then, he was assigned to kill Steve and everything changed.

Bucky ran away from hydra, got his memories back, was accused of blowing up the UN, fought in the civil war, watched the avengers fall, went back on cryo, managed to get rid of the winter soldier's programming with Shuri’s help, fought the infinity war, disappeared for 5 years, came back to be in another fight, had to watch his best friend leave him all alone in a new time for a girl he barely knew, and he met you.

You were a fellow avenger, Steve had recruited you a couple of months before shield had fallen, you used to be a level 7 agent back in the days. and bucky met you in 2016, you stood by cap’s side and watched the avengers fall.

After that, you stayed in Wakanda, watching bucky for Steve, helping Shuri in the lab, and T’challa with some missions. Wakanda is a beautiful place and always will have a spot in your heart, was where you fell in love with bucky.

Everything about you made bucky’s heart melt, the sound of your voice, the soft smell of your perfume, the way you would put your hand on your belly and lean back every time you laughed.

He fell in you with you the first time he saw you

1 month after everyone came back of the blip, you and bucky started a relationship, everything was great but bucky had to adapt to a lot of things at the same time.

He was doing his best and at the same time learning how to love again.

Learning who to communicate,

Learning that touch wasn't followed by pain, anymore,

Learning how trust,

And learning how to feel again.

You made a big difference in his life, he soon realized that he wasn't alone anymore and that he could be vulnerable by your side.

With you, he wasn't James Buchanan Barnes, former Winter Soldier and a killing machine. he was just Bucky Barnes, a pretty boy from Brooklyn who stole your heart.

Things with bucky were easy and smooth, you were perfect to each other.

By your side, bucky found comfort and a shoulder to cry to when thing weren't easy

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By your side, bucky became his true self again

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