#winter soldier x sparrow reader

[navybrat817]

Dark and Light

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.

Word Count: Over 2.65k

Warnings: Threat of dubcon/noncon, minor character death, violence, canon divergent, captivity, brainwashing, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: It's been almost 3 years since the last part of Soldat and Sparrow. Are you lovelies still interested? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @silkholland . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The cell they kept you in this time was larger than your last. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable. The thick gray walls surrounding you made the room suffocatingly quiet and hollow. You only knew the color thanks to the singular lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, too high for you to try and make a weapon out of the glass. Without windows, you didn't know it was dark or light outside.

There was no escape, but you couldn't give up hope.

It was maddening not knowing the time of day as you played the waiting game on the worn mattress in between meals and sleeping. The screams of your lover played on a morbid loop in your mind and you had to will yourself to not let tears surface. Other than temporary relief for your emotions and aching heart, crying would do you no good. It never did.

What you needed to do was focus.

The man on the bridge.

He triggered something inside of the Winter Soldier. Something Hydra wanted to keep locked away. But what was it?

Bucky. He called him Bucky. He knew him. But how?

Two hard knocks on the door pushed the thought away before it swung open. Narrowing your eyes as Brock walked in, you wondered if he could’ve been a good man in another life and fought for the people who needed it most the way he pretended to. This wasn’t that life though. He chose his side.

The wrong side.

“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. He didn’t hide the lust from his eyes as he looked you over. “I mean, the Asset does his job well, but it’s like he forgets all about being a soldier when he’s deep in your pussy.”

“What can I say? I guess my pussy’s just that good,” you sneered, not in the mood for his taunts or anything else.

“Is that right? Maybe he should fuck your ass next to get the stick out of it,” he snapped back. “Or are you too stuck up for that?”

Pierce had a range of prostitutes lined up to satisfy his soldiers, but Brock didn’t hide how pissed off he was that you were “given” to the Asset after that fateful training day. He claimed it was special treatment. He dropped the issue almost as quickly as it was brought up, which led you to believe he was either reprimanded or given something to shut him up.

“Is that what bothers you, Rumlow? That I'd rather fuck him than you?” You asked, tilting your head as you regarded him. “And just so we’re clear, I’ll never want you.”

Brock clenched his fists as he took a step forward. “You really are a fucking-”

“Let her be,” a melodic voice ordered behind him, making you stiffen as he moved out of the way.

The doctor, or Doc as most called him, stepped into the room with a kind smile on his face. Unassuming in stature, you knew better from the start than to judge him by appearance. The man was a snake in the grass ready to spread his venom to unsuspecting victims.

“How are you?” He asked.

You kept your eyes on him as he moved closer, doing your best not to show any emotion. The doctor somehow made you more uncomfortable than Rumlow and that said something. “How do you think I'm doing?”

“Hmm. Not well, I'm sure.”

“You guessed correctly,” you said.

You didn’t know why he bothered asking. Maybe he thought he was better than the others because he didn't physically hurt you. If anything, his indifference to the evil around him made it worse. It told you that he either justified or accepted it.

Either way, he disgusted you.

“Don't worry. You'll have the Soldat back soon and I’m sure you'll feel all better,” he assured you.

“You wiped him,” you reminded him, your voice cracking.

His screams echoed in your mind again, your heart aching as you tried to block it out. When pain knocked on the door, it didn't wait for an answer. It broke it down and made itself at home. But in the pain Hydra inflicted, the soldier found solace with you and you found the same with him. The light for each other within the darkness.

While you failed to protect him and couldn't stop what they did to his mind, you had to believe you’d help heal his soul once you had him back.

“We did indeed as we have many times.”

You knocked his hand away as he tried to place it on your shoulder, your stomach turning from his words. “Don't touch me.”

He held his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “I mean no harm.”

“All of you mean harm,” you whispered.

The Soldat was your only bright spot in this nightmare. Ironic that he thought you were fire, bright and warm. The truth was you burned because of him. He was your eternal fuel that made the flames grow.

“I only want what is best for you,” Doc argued, his eyes void of any emotional depth behind his rimless glasses.

“Liar,” you whispered.

An exasperated sigh left his lips. “Now, now. I really do want what’s best for you. Don't you realize how important you are?”

“I'm not important,” you said. You never were. “Pierce made it clear that I don't have a purpose.”

But if that was the case, why were you still alive?

The doctor's chuckle made your blood run cold. “That's what he wants you to think. You see, the more they cut you down and make you question your worth, the easier it becomes for you to comply. Because by that point you’re so desperate for survival you'll do what is asked of you,” he explained, pushing his glasses up. “Yet you still only comply to an extent. It’s rather fascinating.”

He stared at you like you were a bug under a magnifying glass. And wasn’t that what you were to him? An experiment or something for him to study? “I haven't complied. I won't.”

“Oh, but you have,” Brock chimed in. You almost forgot he was still in the room. “Those missions you completed. The lives you took.”

Bile rose in your throat as images of violence and blood flashed in your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your days. “No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.”

“Of course, you didn't. It’s as I said: desperation. You did what you had to do to survive,” the false sympathy from Doc grated on your nerves. “Don't let the weight of those souls wear you down. They were meaningless. But you? Oh, you are meant for more.”

He attempted to touch you again, but his hand moved toward your stomach this time instead of your shoulder. “I said don't touch me!” you snapped, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you. As much as you wanted to hurt him, Brock was still there and could do a lot of damage.

The doctor pressed his lips together before he smirked. “Pierce and Rumlow are right. You have a hold on him. Even with his programming and orders, it all comes back to you,” he said, your body going rigid. Where was he going with this? “And it’s you that we want to carry his child.”

Your stomach churned again, but you weren’t sure if it was more at the thought that he wanted to force a child on you or that he’d try and force your soldier to impregnate you. “Care to repeat that?”

“You’re going to carry his child. You’re going to give birth to the perfect soldier. And you’ll keep doing so,” he said slowly like you were a petulant child, standing tall and proud as your mouth fell open in horror. “You’re the perfect incubator.”

Your stomach sank as you looked between him and Brock, wishing it was a sick joke. “No, I won't.”

“You think you have a choice?” The doctor questioned nonchalantly, like he was asking what you wanted for dinner. “And do you think the Asset needs to remember exactly what you mean to him to fuck you? I guess we'll see if he does. Science versus instinct.”

The room became eerily silent as the doctor gave you his first genuine smile since he walked in. You struggled to get your bearings and process the words. That was why you were still alive. They were going to make you an incubator. Force your soldier to breed you. They would take another choice away from him. And raise your children in captivity.

In Hell on earth.

“Well, that shut the bitch up,” Brock chuckled.

Before you could think, you launched yourself from the bed. The doctor’s eyes widened as you tackled him to the ground, unable to brace himself as you landed the first blow to his face. You straddled his waist, the second hit knocking his glasses away as fury rushed through your veins like a wildfire. He didn’t try to fight you off.

You could’ve cried. Screamed. Anything to keep him from making his twisted plan a reality.

The sound of a gun cocking stopped you from hitting Doc a third time.

“I won’t kill you,” Brock said, your fist frozen in the air as you looked toward him. Your chest heaved as you stared down the barrel of the gun. “But I’ll make it hurt if you don’t get up.”

“Go ahead,” you said through clenched teeth.

The doctor coughed, but held up a hand. “No shooting,” he croaked as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “No harming her.”

Brock’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “She can still lie down and take a cock if-”

None of you could have foreseen the metal hand punching through the wall. Before you could blink, the hand closed around Brock’s shoulder and pulled him through, his cry of pain silenced almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot. The doctor beneath you was long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet just in time to see your soldier step into the room through the hole, his face obscured by his typical mask and goggles.

But you felt his gaze on you as he stood like a dark angel ready to avenge you.

Hope launched into your chest like a shooting star as you smiled. “Soldat,” you whispered.

He came for you. Found you. But the star that filled your heart quickly faded when he didn’t move toward you or say “Sparrow”.

The dread grew stronger when he holstered his gun and took out his signature knife.

Was this the beginning of the end?

The doctor smiled as he wiped the blood from his lap and slowly stood up. “You really think he’s here to save you? Oh, no. He just doesn’t want any competition near his breeding partner,” he taunted as your eyes stung. “Back from your assignment early, Soldat? Good. Now you can complete your mission.”

The Winter Soldier tilted his head before he took a step forward.

You remained rooted to the spot, casting your fear that he’d force himself on you aside. “Bucky,” you said, using the name you heard. His real name. A tear rolled down your cheek when he flinched and tightened his fingers around the handle. “I’m not going to fight you. Or hurt you. Do you know why?”

Another step forward, your heart pounded as you stood as still as a statue. “Why?” He asked, the word clear to you through his mask.

The tears flowed freely as he stopped in front of you and slipped his goggles off, your heart breaking when he dispassionately looked at you. “Because I’m your Sparrow. Remember? My fire burns for you and you only,” you told him and pointed to your chest. You needed him to remember. “We swore we’d be free together. Somehow.”

“Don’t listen to her. Breed her and be done with it,” the doctor ordered.

The soldier’s brows furrowed before his metal hand came up around your neck, not squeezing or bringing you any harm.

But it felt like a warning.

“You won’t hurt me,” you breathed out, placing your hand on his arm as you kept your panic at bay. “They won’t break me. And I won’t leave you,” you promised, echoing his words when he took you the first time. “I’m yours.”

No matter what they forced him to do to you, he would never be to blame.

The doctor had the gall to smack the flesh arm when he made no move to shove you down on the bed or remove your clothes. “Finish your mission. Now.”

“It’s okay,” you mouthed.

Somehow, it would be okay.

“My mission…” the soldier began mechanically, not taking his eyes off you as he plunged the knife into the doctor’s jugular. You weren’t sure you could breathe. “Is to keep my Sparrow safe.”

An intake of air caught your sob as the metal hand fell away, the doctor collapsing as he tried in vain to stop the blood from leaving his body. It was useless. And a kinder death than he deserved.

“Hail,” he gurgled, his fingers stained red. “Hydra.”

“Just shut up and die,” you snapped as your soldier ripped his mask off. “Soldat,” you said, softer, almost crying all over again.

“Sparrow,” he whispered.

There was nothing gentle or sweet in the way pressed his lips to yours, but it was warm and safe as he pulled you against you. Your arms slipped around him as you returned the kiss, your cheeks still wet from crying. For a second there, you thought you’d lost him. For once, fate decided not to be cruel to you.

It brought you back together.

“I’m sorry I couldn't get to you sooner,” he said when he allowed you a moment to breathe, quickly scanning as much of you as he could. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay. I just thought…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “You came back to me.”

But how?

“I’ll always find you, Sparrow,” he said, touching your cheek as your heart swelled. “Steve helped me remember a lot of things. Including you.”

“The man on the bridge? You saw him again?” You asked before an alarm sounded, the blaring force echoing in the room.

“Yes. And his friend is sending reinforcements, so we need to go,” he said over the noise, nudging the doctor’s body with the toe of his boot before he stepped on his glasses.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Where could you go since you no longer had a home? You had so many questions, but understood that you’d have to wait for answers. Getting out of there in one piece was your priority.

“Somewhere safe,” he answered, fear flickering in his eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you promised without hesitation. And anything else you had to offer him.

The next kiss was one of gentleness, relief, and thanks. “One thing before we leave.”

“What’s that?” You asked as he took your hand.

Love and determination filled his eyes as he glanced back at you and put a gun in your other hand. “We burn it down.”

You could hardly contain the fire inside you as you smiled. “Together.”

You didn’t know what the reinforcements would do or what would await you once you got out. It didn’t matter. Your soldier found his way back to you and you would follow wherever he went. The two of you would finally leave Hydra behind.

In a pile of rubble and ash.

But you’d find out soon enough that the man on the bridge wouldn't let your soldier go either.

I'll try not to let so much time pass before the next update. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[smaptain-smerica]

Stories by smaptain-smerica

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Novels

Call-Sign? Wolf. Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun. Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

Subject X Winter Soldier x Female!Reader {y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Sparrow Female!reader x Ghost x König Sparrow partners up with soldiers Ghost and Soap on an intel gathering mission when the scars of her past get her into a dangerous situation. After being rescued by KorTac forces, she finds herself working along side them to ensure her freedom.

Limited Series

Beauty School Dropout Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader When Bradley is called back to Top Gun, he is reunited with a long lost friend from high school. Through their strenuous time leading up to the mission, the two friends relationship becomes complicated by external forces.

Roses and Thorns Jake Seresin x Female!Single-Mom!Reader When Jake is introduced to Bradley’s high school friend and her daughter, things within the trio become complicated. Bradley faces conflicting and confusing feelings while Jake discovers his paternal longings.

Short Story

Spare me your Time Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader After a rough start to life, Y/n accepts her dream job continuing her father's research. Someone from the past comes back into her life, and she hesitates to establish a connection. He spared her life, will she spare him some of her time in return?

Mysterious Neighbor Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader You and Simon have lived next to each other for a couple of years now. You had always been intrigued by him, as he would often be gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time. He was cold and distant the few times you had talked, which only heightened your interest. You never thought you’d get through to him until one fateful night after work.

[randomperson351]

Bucky Barnes

Bucky cockblocking your dates - After you and Bucky broke up he regrets nothing more and is counting on his ability to win you back, even if he has to scare a few guys into an early grave to do it.

I’ll get you back - Things between you and Bucky haven’t been great recently, could this be it? Prequel to Bucky cockblocking your dates.

"You finally want that dance?" - Bucky finds you after 70 years apart, and he's got a promise to keep.

Any day now - Bucky didn't think he could have the life he does, and he's grateful each and every day.

Bucharest (Series) - The Winter Soldier and The Sparrow are laying low from Hydra in Bucharest. Together they learn how to reintegrate into society through simple tasks.

Biker!Bucky

Carwashing with Biker!Bucky* - A lil headcanon/drabble thing of Biker!Bucky encouraging you to maintain your car.

Poke, poke, poke, kiss -  A lazy early morning with your cheeky beefy man.

40′s Stucky x reader

We did good - Life living with Bucky and Steve has been good, great even. They offer you a night with them, could it change things between you for good?

Demon!Bucky 

Clean - Bucky hates when people are mean to you, so he makes it all better.

[vintage-marina]

Masterlist

Rules 3-8-23:

Wont write about men anymore sorry... maybe in the future. Only platonic i write about them.

Currently taking requests for Ellie Williams tho

What do I write about?:

TLOU 2, Marvel and Arcane

Pirates of the Caribbean

James Norrington x reader

A woman out of time (crossover marvel): pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

Elizabeth Swann x reader

Marvel

Watching him fade away (crossover The Maze Runner): pt 1

A woman out of time (crossover POTC): pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5 pt 6

Loki Laufeyson x reader

LOKI season 2 theory

Wanda Maximoff (x reader)

The waltz

Bucky Barnes x reader

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Peter Maximoff x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Drukkari x reader

Why didn't you? pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5

American Horror Story

Murder house

Moira O'Hara x reader

Violet Harmon x reader

Tate Langdon x reader

"I know what you did."

Asylum

Kit Walker x reader

An important phone call pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

Sister Mary-Eunice x reader

Hotel

James March x reader

Arcane

Vi x reader

Let me take care of you

Viktor x reader

Avatar the last airbender/ Legend of Korra

Sokka x reader

Zuko x reader

Azula x reader

Jealousy

Suki x reader

Sparring

Korra x reader

Asami x reader

The last of us

Ellie Williams x reader

Walking away

Other:

Laurie laurence x reader

Snow storm

Minho x reader

It's you

Darth Vader x reader

In best and in worst

House of the Dragon

Burned to the unrecognizable

[peoniarose]

Worry

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Sam x Platonic!Reader

Word count: 1429

Rating/Warning: Angst, slight fluff (hopefully it came off that way, if not sorry)

Summary: As a last-ditch effort, the reader tries to voice her worries about Bucky seeing Zemo again, but her words don’t seem to make it out of her mouth. However, that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make its way to Bucky.

Author’s Note: This entered my mind not too long ago upon watching the latest episode of TFATWS. I plan to expand upon this scene but wanted to get a feel about how you all feel about this. Also, the reader’s codename is Sparrow. (ALSO, if you read this before you will notice that there have been some changes. Nothing big just the usage of you, your, and Y/N. I haven’t written with these in use, so let me know if this is okay and if you jive with it. I wanted to try this out. I am thinking of making an OC for this seeing as my plans for this does include some last names. Let me know what you think.)

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Before he could walk any further to the man who caused him so much pain, you reached for him. His gloved clad hand was being held firm within your grasp. You didn’t mean to, but your hand seemed to instinctively reach out to him.

Bucky turned to stare at you. He had to do this. He had to talk to Zemo in order to get the information they needed and your vice like grip on his hand wasn’t helping him achieve his goal. He tried tugging his hand back, but your grip only got tighter. His jaw tightened and his eyes hardened as he once again tried to pull away from you. He saw your eyes twitch as your grip didn’t let up.

You didn’t dare to let go. You couldn’t, wouldn’t. You saw the disaster of what happened last time. The hurt and pain that Zemo had caused Bucky. Zemo framed and manipulated Bucky to meet his end goal in destroying the Avengers. The thought of him doing anything to hurt Buck in any way again made your heart squeeze. You didn’t want him to go through that again. Your mouth opened ever so slightly as you tried to voice your worries and concerns. You knew Sam tried to last night, but maybe you could somehow miraculously pull them away from this dreaded place. They were on the tip of your tongue, wanting to sneak pass your lips, but when you caught another glimpse at his hard-set eyes you faltered.

“Let me go.” Bucky bit out, harder than what he intended. You flinched ever so slightly at those three words as well as his tone, hoping that no one noticed your subtle movement, but Bucky saw it and more importantly Sam saw it. Your hand slowly peeled away from his and found its new home on your opposing arm’s elbow. Your eyes found a peeling line segment on the ground and focused on that. You didn’t want to meet his harsh glare.

Sam’s jaw set as his gaze on Bucky made imaginary holes into his head. It was bad enough that they had to go to one of the worst villains they had gone up against, but making you upset because you were worried made Sam even more displeased. And he hoped Bucky could feel it.

Bucky knew he was in the shithouse when he felt a set of eyes boring holes into his skull. He didn’t mean to be harsh; he just didn’t know how else to tell you that he will be fine. That he can handle this, hopefully. He didn’t need you to hold his hand. His fist tightened for just a moment. Upon hearing the leather glove squeeze, he let out a sigh and let his shoulders drop.

Ultimately, he was fortunate with your kindness, your graciousness, your overall being. But how does he even voice that? How does he show it? He didn’t know how to fully process it. In the past he only had Steve worrying and caring for him, but then he lost him, and everything was up in the air. Having others show even remotely the same kindness and emotions as Steve did left Bucky off kilter. Who would want to do that for him? This is what made him unable to properly respond. This is what made him not answer about 98 percent of your messages that you had sent him.

Bucky struggled with wanting to try to do something to attempt to soothe you and wanting to continue his trek to Zemo’s cell. Looking over at you once again he decided that the latter was best. Turing around he made it not even two steps when he stopped. A vision of you smiling and gently squeezing his hand in reassurance in Wakanda suddenly entered his mind, and he wanted to kick himself. You had shown him nothing but your absolute best and he was acting like a world class jerk. Bucky let out another sigh and turned around. He could see the worry on your face even though it was trained to the floor. Why were you sticking with him? He knew it was nothing out of pity. You were a genuinely nice person who did things out of the goodness of your heart, and yet he still often times found himself questioning you.

At this point he wanted to pull his hair out. He needed to make up his mind at the moment and stick with it. They needed to get things done and he didn’t need his confused emotions getting in the way. Before he could turn away again, he allowed his eyes to soften ever so slightly and untightened the imaginary screws in his jaw.

You still had your eyes glued to the floor as you felt a set of eyes on you. You wanted to kick yourself. You often prided yourself in showing your emotions to your friends. It’s what made you feel settled and relaxed. You relished in this because you couldn’t do this around your parents when you were growing up. The thought of making Bucky uncomfortable enters your mind and your grip on your elbow gets tighter. You didn’t think your actions made Bucky feel uncomfortable, but it probably does, and you should have thought of that before.

“I’ll be fine, Sparrow,” Bucky said in a softer tone. Your name slipping his lips in a gentle manner. You snap your head up to him, unfamiliar with his tone. Bucky somehow managed to pull off having a stiff, tough exterior with eyes that have considerably softened only for you. A small intake of breath and slightly reddened cheeks later, you cut a glance towards Sam to see if you were hearing things. The Falcon had found a letter and number combo that was slightly peeling on the wall to suddenly be the most interesting thing in the world, which told you that you didn’t imagine Bucky’s words or his gentle tone. Your eyes met Bucky’s once again as the right side of your lips quirked up. To you the smile felt pathetic and too small, but to Bucky it filled his heart with a warmth that he hadn’t felt since Steve.

He wanted to reach out and grab your hand, but he felt that it would be too much. Besides the small smirk on Sam’s face let him know that he would most definitely get an earful later when you weren’t in their presence. He settled on a tiny smile that he hoped got his point across. Bucky turned around and this time stayed on his path to Zemo.

His point indeed did get across. His smile dampened some of the worry that wormed its way into your heart, but you couldn’t help but feel it getting tighter and tighter with each step that Bucky made, getting closer to Zemo. Your hands clenched in a fists near your hips as you thought about him talking to that man.

Sam picked up on your anxiousness and worry. It oozed from you in a way that he hadn’t seen since they went up against Stark at the airport. He sometimes still can’t believe how you manage to remain stoic and calm in front of an enemy or in the face of battle, but within the confines of your friends you let your walls come crumbling down and openly display your emotions. He remembers, from their time on the run, you mention that your parents, father in particular, were cold and closed off. It made you feel alone and in despair. Your parents’ attitude made you not want to make others feel what your parents made you feel. You wouldn’t even wish it upon your worst enemy. You genuinely believe that if villains had a great enough support system, then they wouldn’t turn into villains. Your heart bleeds for everyone which is why Sam has been so protective over you ever since you met. Sam would gladly bandage and guard your heart no matter what came your way.

You feel a gentle squeeze over your fist, breaking you from your thoughts. Looking down you sees Sam’s hand coaxing your hand from its balled-up fist form. His hand holds yours, giving it another gentle, reassuring squeeze.

You meet his soothing brown eyes and a sense of calm washes over you. A breath you didn’t know you were holding in releases and your shoulders ease ever so slightly. A small smile works its way over your lips, and you squeeze back, silently thanking him for his reassurance.

[ainstgirl]

THE SPARROW’S SECRET (3)

Summary: The reader had too much blood on his hands and that’s why she joined the avengers, so she could use her powers to save lives instead of killing them. But nobody could know about her past, especially Steve, who has become the love of his life.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: It may contain some strong words and violence.

Gifs aren’t mine

PART 1 PART 2

You were in your room when Steve knocks on your door "are you okay?" he says leaning on the door . "I've been better" you try to joke. "Why have you never told me about your past?" You could see that Steve was trying to control his anger. "and tell you what? that i worked for Hydra, that i killed people? that... i was resposible for all Bucky's suffering?" "we have been together for almost a year" he says, slamming the door. "what do you think would have happened if i had told you the truth the first day i meet you? hi, i'm Y/N, i worked for hydra and killed inocent people, can i join the avengers?" you say angry, you should have told him the truth but you knew that he would never had fallen in love with you. "We don't judge people for their past, ask Natasha" "After what happend with Shield, do you really think that the team would have accepted me, that we would be together?" He remained silent. You knew how it had affected him to know that Shield was not what he thought. "In a year of relationship I think you could have told me" he finally says. "after what i did.... i became another person, I left my past behind, I wanted to help people... and now i lost everything that i have fought for" you look him in the eyes "i lost my family ..again" "You haven't lost us" he says taking your hand. "i lost their trust... your trust" "You will win their trust back and mine...you haven't lost it" he says looking at you in the eyes "i just wish you had told me" "i'm sorry... i just wanted to be known for who i wanted to be, not for what he wanted me to be" Steve caresses your face before kissing you. "don't lie to me, never again" he says holding you in his arms "i love you" "i love you too" you say kissing him again.

"the...that guy... Mark" he says looking at you "What's your story with him?" he finally ask, you were waiting for him to ask about him, so you take a deep breath before you speak. "Unlike me, Mark knew that he wasn't his real father, Mark and I trained together, when they experimented with him....He didn't only gained strength, he gained the ability to block my powers, i couldn't used them when he was around" you didn't want to tell him what was coming now, but you didn't want to have more secrets with him. "I grew up with him, I saw him as my brother but he didn't see me in the same way, he began to become obsessed with me.. My supposed father instead of making him change his mind he encouraged him, he wanted to know what would come out of the union of two altered humans..." You look at Steve before continuing, his jaw was tense. "one day he tried to...force me" you stop talking when Steve hits the table "he didn't.....i stopped him and i left him a mark so he would never tried again, shortly after that is when I discovered the truth of my father and fled" Steve holds you in his arms, you could feel his body trembling with rage. "i'm going to kill him" he simply says kissing you in the forehead and you love how you felt in his arms, safe. "He will come for me" you say still in his arms. "we'll protect you" Steve says making you look him in the eyes. "He's dangerous, don't underestimate him he might be crazy but he is well trained and strong, he is dangerous Steve" you knew better than anyone what he was capable of. "he got scared this morning and fled, he knows he can't win against the avengers" Steve says sure of himself but you knew better. "You don't get it, this morning...was just a game for him, If he had wanted to take me with him, you wouldn't have been able to avoid it" Mark has always liked to play with his prey. "Y/N Look at me, i will protect you I swear" "i'm not just worried about me, what if someone get hurt because of me?" you were terrified, You couldn't stand if something bad happened to your friends because of you. "we have fought against aliens, I think we can deal with him" Steve was right, everything would be fine.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but Y/N can I talk to you?" Bucky asks when you leave the room. "of course, Buck" you say. "we are going to look for information about Mark, don't worry, we will find him" Tony says placing a hand on your shoulder before leaving you and Bucky alone. "Y/N i'm sorry about that day" He starts to say but you stop him. "i told you, it wasn't your fault" "well, then let me say this... thank you" "for what? you should hate me" "No, like you said neither of us wanted to be there, and you help me, that day i saw you.... you helped me and in return I ..." he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I remember what I did to you that day... and i know i can't take back what i did to you but I swear to you with my life that I won't rest until you are safe from Mark" You could see the anger in his eyes. "Buck" you hug him "i..." but Steve interrupts you. "I leave you alone with my girlfriend and you try to steal  her from me?" Steve says with a smile. "you caught me" Bucky says raising his hands moving away from you. "Sometimes I forget that you guys are like 100-year-old childrens" you say smiling. "Well I leave you alone, I need to take some air, i'll see you later" Bucky says grabbing his jacket. "Why don't you ask Sam to go with you?" you didn't want him to be alone. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that" He says with a smile before leaving the room. "Sam? really?" Steve puts an arm around your shoulders. "What?" "you should go to bed, today has been a long day" he says kissing your head. "are you going to come with me?" you bite your lip and he smiles. "I want to look at some files but then I'll go to your room, rest well love" and he kisses you before he leaves.

"Sir, he is asking about her, what do I tell him?" "tell him he will have her very soon, my plan has just arrived" Mark says when he sees the winter soldier leave the tower. "let the party begin"

when Bucky needed to go out and clear his mind he always ended up in Brooklyn, his home. It had changed but there was something that always calmed him down, he liked to close his eyes and breathe the air of Brooklyn and that's what he was doing when a noise brings him back to reality. He didn't have time to react when 20 men jump on top of him. He starts fighting when he hears the first word. "longing, Rusted, Seventeen....." No.. was the only thing he could say before becoming the winter soldier.

"the winter soldier... we meet again" Mark says approaching Bucky. "ready to serve" the winter soldier says. "go to the tower and bring me Y/N" he says with a smile on his face "Tonight she sleeps at home"

You wake up when you hear the door of your room open, you expected to see Steve but to your surprise it was Bucky. "Buck? it's late, what are you doing here? are you trying to make Steve jealous?" you were waiting to hear his laugh but there was only silence "Buck?" you turn on the light on the nightstand and as soon as your eyes met his, you knew, it wasn't Bucky anymore, you didn't have time to fight before he hits you and everything went black. He carries you on his shoulders and manages to leave the tower without being seen. He had a mission, to take you home.

Let me know if you want me to continue with the story.

MASTERLIST

Part 4

[lillianofliterature]

about me. . .

Lillian, 23, she/her, panromantic asexual, pots, adhd, infp, 2w1

follower of Jesus, friend to bugs, obsessed with dinosaurs

aspiring author, fanfic writer, jewelry maker & paleoartist

what i’m typing. . .

REQUESTS

"silver fox”, terry silver x younger!reader [age gap] [mini series]

various preferences

ONE-SHOTS/MINI SERIES

“extending hospitality”, obi-wan kenobi x reader [part three] [mini series conclusion] ON HIATUS

“reflections of the heart”, severus snape x reader [mini series]

“the guilt of seven graves”, severus snape x reader [one-shot] [dark content warning]

"of gits and glowers", severus snape x reader [one-shot]

"down by the river", halsin x reader

"folk hero's plight", astarion x reader

links and resources. . .

main masterlist

imagines/preferences masterlist

request guidelines

my spotify (including character themed playlists and povs)

characters i obsess over. . .

alan grant, aragorn, astarion ancunín, august booth, beetlejuice, beorn, bofur, bruno madrigal, daniel larusso, daryl dixon, data soong, din djarin, dwalin, eddie munson, elrond, frodo baggins, george of the jungle, haldir, halsin, heimdall, jack sparrow, jareth, johnny lawrence, killian jones, loki, obi-wan kenobi, remus lupin, rick o'connell, rumplestiltskin/mr. gold, severus snape, silco, spencer shay, spock, tarrant hightopp, terry silver, thranduil, tyrion lannister

ariel, arya stark, brienne of tarth, danaerys targaryen, emma swan, frankie bernstein, jinx, karlach, katniss everdeen, leia organa, merida, mulan, natasha romanoff, regina mills, sansa stark, zelena

my fandoms. . . 

TV/SERIES:

once upon a time, outlander, arcane, star trek (tos, aos, tng, voy, pic), stargate (sg-1, atlantis, universe), cobra kai, game of thrones, good omens, our flag means death, the last of us, the clone wars, the mandalorian, the book of boba fett, the falcon and the winter soldier, loki, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, grace and frankie, the walking dead, the waltons, matlock, sherlock, icarly, 2000s nickelodeon/disney channel shows

MOVIES:

the hobbit, the lord of the rings, harry potter, the chronicles of narnia, star wars, star trek, marvel/mcu, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, the karate kid (I-III), labyrinth, hunt for the wilderpeople, sense and sensibility (1995), alice in wonderland (2010), finding neverland (2004), the phantom of the opera (2004), beetlejuice, the nightmare before christmas, the little mermaid, emperor’s new groove, tinker bell, and a gazillion more 

BOOKS:

the hunger games, the hobbit, the lord of the rings, the true confessions of charlotte doyle, percy jackson series, the selection series, anything austen or brontë, and a lot of heckin’ good fanfiction

MUSIC/GENRES:

film scores/soundtracks, musicals, reggae, alternative/indie, celtic punk, celtic music, various independent instrumentals/composers, folk rock, 70s/80s rock, indie folk, pop, and a sprinkle of everything else (I listen to almost every genre, it just depends on what my soul needs in the moment! music is so cathartic, i’m almost always listening to it)

james newton howard, howard shore, bear mccreary, rachel portman, anne dudley, alexandre desplat, john powell, john williams, harry gregson-williams, mark isham, bob marley & the wailers, jack johnson, dave matthews band, red house painters, iron & wine, cat stevens, daft punk, adele, lord huron, fleetwood foxes, dodie, birdy, avril lavigne, priscilla ahn, AND SO MANY MORE! (i freaking love music)

if you want to know more or chat about any shared fandoms or inquire about unlisted fandoms or interests, just dm me!

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 38

Hey all, it’s time to bring you week 38 of my reading list. These are all one-shots, drabbles and stories from authors who have either tagged me in their work or they have been recommended to me. Every week, I will put a list together of what I’m reading. I want to do this to help spread the love in the Marvel Community.

If you would like to be added, signal boosted, please tag me in your fics or tag me in someone else’s stories. If you don’t see your story listed it’s probably due to my cut off date I had earlier in the week or Tumblr might have eaten your tagged story. All stories not listed that I did receive will be featured on the following week. Completed series that I’m tagged in will take longer for me to get through but please still tag me.  

I had 55 fics this week and had to push off another 10 until next week. Please be kind and patient as I continue to make my way through all tags. The list is almost filled so make sure you tag me for this week.

Make sure you read the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff.

These will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title.

A/N: Click Here to see what I will or won’t read. It’s important that you know as I’m being tagged in topics that make me uncomfortable and I’m not reading them.

Page break made by @whimsicalrogers​

If you can please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

💜  Missy

Riding High - Chp 20 - Chp 21 - (Frank Adler x OFC) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​

Sleepless In Stark Towers - Chp 20 - @slothspaghettiwrites​

Between the Stars - Chp 13 - (Bucky x Reader) - @all1e23​

Three Moons Ranch - Chp 21 - (Bucky x Reader) - @slothspaghettiwrites​

The Price of Stardom - 1/2 - @infernal-fire​

Rock the Boat - (Jefferson x Reader) - @mypoisonedvine​

Monster - (Nomad Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817​

Murder, He Wrote - Part 5 - (Ransom x Reader) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​ 

A Different Kind of Love -  (Andy x Reader x Jake) - @river-soul​

Innocence - (28) - (29) - (Bucky x Reader) - @extremelyblackandwhite​ 

Terrigenisis (Part 11) - (Steve x Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​

Speculum Cupido - (Steve x Reader x Ransom, Bucky x OFC x Sam) - @awesomerextyphoon​

Strip - (Steve x Reader) - @imdarkinme​

Honey Haloed Weakness - (Bucky x Reader) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​

Paper Skin - (Stucky x Reader) - @river-soul​

Steve Toy Collection Drabble - @syntheticavenger​

Show Me How You Touch Yourself, Kitten - @sweeterthanthis​

Crimson and Clover - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole​

Under the Influence - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

There are no stars underground - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @river-soul​ 

Soldat & Sparrow - @navybrat817​

Smooth Criminal - (Bucky x Reader) - @bestofbucky​

I licked it, it’s Mine - (Sam x Reader) - @whisperlullaby​

Are you gonna be good or do I have to gag you - (Lee x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis​

TikTok Leggings - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​

The Coupon Book #2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim​

Coming home to you - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight​

Mine - (Curtis x Reader) - @happygowriting​ 

Losing You - (Bucky x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter​  

High for This - (Lee x Reader) - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​  

Attack of the Winter Wolf: Reality Takes Over - (Steve x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Coward - Part 2 - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @lovelyavengers​

A Tender Heart - (1) - (2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @river-soul​

A Helping Hand - (Andy x Reader) - @ozarkthedog​

Don’t Stare Too Deep Into The Ocean - (Bucky x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @jedimastermelkor​ 

Rock n’ Roll People in a Disco World - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​

Dead men tell no tales - Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark​

Taking Control - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

45 Minutes - (Bucky x Reader) - @callmeluna​

Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13​ 

What You Need - (Sam x Reader x Bucky) - @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​

Chp 20 What Makes a Serial Killer - (Dean x Reader) - @wonder-cole​

Theirs to Keep - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @holylulusworld​

The Ghost of Our Past - Part 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @jedimastermelkor​

Feathered Touches and Dreamcatcher - @the-soulofdevil​

Control Mini Series: Bleed It Out - (Steve x Reader) - @river-soul​

Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @holylulusworld​

Leave No One Behind - Chp 14 - (Ari x Reader) - @what-is-your-backupplan-today​ @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Reverse Uno Card - @infernal-fire​ 

Chemical Romance - (Chris x Reader) - @gotnofucks​

Better Than Working - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight​

Chp 21: Whiskey Lullaby - @wonder-cole​

His New Partner - Chp 49 - (Steve x Reader) - @star-spangled-steve​

Love you little Nurse - (Sam x Reader) - @the-soulofdevil​

An act of Kindness - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18​

[babyboibucky]

Babysitting Bucky - Part 5

Pairing: FATWS!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,368

Summary: You’ve been assigned by the government to keep an eye on the Winter Soldier to ensure that he was no longer a threat to the world.

A/N: It has begun lmfao, check out the link at the end of this post if you’d like to be tagged in the next updates! Would love to receive feedbacks! 

MASTERLIST

-

You found yourself in the conference room of the Avengers compound, together with Sam, Bucky, Sharon and Fury discussing about an upcoming mission.

Sharon went over the brief of the mission with everyone. There was an intel about a certain drug cartel that decided to expand their business and venture into the trade of biological weapons as well. Grabbing the folder on the desk, you skimmed through the information and frowned when your eyes landed on a familiar name.

“Black Sparrow? I thought the entire organization was taken down during the raid years ago?” You asked.

Bucky turned to you, “You know these guys?”

“One of my first missions, I was the assigned liaison officer to check up on the whistleblower who was placed under the witness protection program.” You explained.

Sharon sighed, “Apparently, not everyone was imprisoned. Whoever decided to keep the organization going, we have no idea.”

The mission required all of you to find out about the illegal trades. There wasn’t much information provided, except for the tip that an important trade might be taking place soon.

“Black Sparrow’s nest is said to be hidden within a fruit shop downtown.” Sharon added.

Fury let Sam takeover the strategizing, with him deciding to do a stakeout to see how the organization operates. Once the trade takes place, raid the nest, find out the other groups involved and most importantly the source of biological weapons.

“You up for a stakeout, Buck?” Sam asked.

Bucky shrugged and glanced at you, “Only if the babysitter agrees to do so.”

You let out an exasperated breath, “Mister Barnes, I would appreciate it if you’d address me properly.” You scolded.

Sam cleared his throat, “Alright. Sharon and I will try to research on the potential groups involved in the trades. Stakeout starts tonight so pack your things.”

-

All your things have been packed and you were about to leave your room when you received a call from none other than Secretary Ross.

“Ugh, what does he want now?” You complained to yourself before accepting the call.

“I heard about the stakeout, Agent. Isn’t it convenient?”

You rolled your eyes; the secretary’s voice was too chirpy, as if he was excited. He was definitely up to something, what it was, you still didn’t know. Something about the mission you were tasked to do was off. They didn’t even tell you for how long you needed to tag along the Winter Soldier.

“Yes, sir. I will make sure to keep an eye on the subject and report whatever it is that I find out of place.” You reassured, hoping that the secretary would simply hum in agreement and end the call.

“Good. But wouldn’t it be better if you stir things up a bit?” He asked.

You frowned, “I don’t understand what you mean, sir.”

Secretary Ross chuckled, “Push his buttons, Agent. See how he reacts to certain triggers.”

God, he really wants you to dig some dirt on Bucky. You were supposed to tell him that you already tried doing so and that nothing bad happened, but the Secretary reminded you that he wanted to see a detailed report about it and ended the call.

You didn’t want to push Bucky’s buttons anymore. Bringing up the Soldat seemed too much already and he had already proven how much in control he was of himself. However, you felt conflicted as well since you needed to file a report. You could easily fake it though, but you were afraid that the secretary might have eyes and ears lurking around.

You were too deep into your thoughts, almost losing track of the time. Thankfully, FRIDAY interrupted and informed you that Bucky and Sam were already outside the compound, waiting for you.

-

“You’re eight minutes late, Agent.” Sam reprimanded as you approached them.

“Did you have a hard time packing Bucky’s diapers and feeding bottles?” He teased.

Bucky grunted in dismay, “Jesus, Sam.”

“Sorry, had to take a phone call from the secretary.” You responded and began placing your things inside the trunk of the car.

Bucky stiffened at the mention of Secretary Ross, his hands tightened into fists at his side. You eyed his stance and noticed that he seemed uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t be if the government had their eyes on you?

“Nothing to worry about, Mister Barnes. You’re all good. I made sure of that.” You told him reassuringly before sliding into the passenger’s seat.

Bucky drove to the stakeout location with an uncomfortable silence in the air with the occassional directions coming from the GPS. You were slightly nervous about being on a week-long stakeout. It wasn’t because you were afraid of Bucky, but being with him by yourself was intimidating.

Seven days with the Winter Soldier. With no one else around.

You and the Winter Soldier. On a stakeout. For an entire week.

The more you thought about it, the more it was beginning to sink in. You’ve had your fair share of stakeouts in the past, but you were either by yourself or paired someone you closely worked with. But a stakeout with Bucky Barnes? How the fuck were you going to keep calm the entire week and maintain your calm persona?

“So...” Bucky trailed, tone unsure as if he too was uncomfortable with the silence and decided to break it but not knowing how to proceed.

“Do you want to turn on the radio?” He asked and cleared his throat, keeping his gaze on the road.

You looked out the window, “Yeah, why not.” You said with faux nonchalance.

Bucky quickly turned it on and adjusted the volume. He skimmed through various radio stations before settling on one.

Despite having the radio playing in the background, the atmosphere between you and Bucky remained awkward and uncomfortable. You could tell that Bucky could feel it too, so you decided to start a conversation.

“How has it been being an Avenger?”

You didn’t know why you chose that question, but it was the first thing that popped into your mind.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, “Is that part of your research on me or are you actually trying to start a conversation?” He asked, glancing at you with amusement.

“You know what, forget about it, Mister Barnes.” You waved off.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I was genuinely curious.” He sheepishly responded, “But to answer your question, it’s been...weird so to speak. Especially having someone watch my every move.”

You shrugged, “Well, I apologize but I don’t have a choice. This is my job and I have to—“

“I know, Agent. You don’t need to explain, I completely understand. I’m really trying not to make it hard for you to do your job.” He explained.

You were actually surprised at how easy it was to talk to Bucky. You were expecting him to be completely broody and tight-lipped, considering all the things he went through. There were times when he’d be moody of course, but for the most part, he was friendly. And very kind.

“Well then I appreciate it, Mister Barnes.” You stated.

Bucky let out a breathy laugh, “I’m still looking forward to the day when you’d call me, Bucky.” He said and gave you a smile.

You felt your face heat up from the way he smiled at you and how his eyes crinkled at the sides. He almost looked the same as he did in his photos dated back to the 40’s, when he was oozing with that boyish charm and innocence before he was drafted for the war.

You immediately looked away and bit your lip.

-

The two of you arrived at the cheap motel that was situated a few blocks away from the fruit shop. The building was old and almost looked dilapidated. It was known to be the number one spot for illegal transactions. It was the perfect place for a stakeout.

“The old lady at the reception seemed suspicious of us, I saw how she eyed the both of us when we checked in.” You said upon entering the motel room, groaning at the stench that welcomed your nostrils.

Obviously, the room was far from decent given the quality of the motel itself. There were two beds separated by a night desk and a small coffee table; the cream curtains were splotchy and dusty, some parts of the wallpaper were torn apart and the flooring creaked with every single step.

“I think she was merely judging us, thinking we’re one of those couples.” Bucky said as he placed his bags on the bed.

“Those couples?” You asked, walking over to the other bed and inspecting the bedding.

“Well, I heard this motel is a popular location for shooting x-rated videos.” Bucky explained casually as he walked towards the window, pushing the curtains aside, revealing the perfect view of Black Sparrow’s nest.

You almost choke on your own spit, “You mean to say...that old lady thought we were going to shoot porn?!”

Bucky hummed, “Maybe. It’s probably for the best, that way we’ll remain unsuspicious. Less chances of being interrupted as well.” he replied casually, as if it was no big deal but you also noticed that the corner of his lips curved into a slight smirk.

Clearing your throat, you regained your composure and went to unpack your things instead, starting with some of the weapons you brought. A stakeout often resulted to a raid so you had to make sure that you were prepared in case of an attack. Bucky moved away from the window and closed the curtains again before sitting on his bed.

“Those all yours?” he asked with interest as he watched you arrange your knives and guns on top of your bed.

You glanced at him for a quick second and saw the glint in his eyes as he observed your arsenal, you just hummed in response and started cleaning your guns while Bucky watched in silence.

“When we sparred...” he trailed and you froze, expecting him to confront you when you brought up the Soldat to trigger him.

“You used Romanoff’s technique. Where did you learn that?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Mister Barnes, it’s not that hard to learn that move. I’m just as trained as you and Mister Wilson, I know a lot of moves.” you explained but Bucky didn’t seem to buy it.

“It’s actually kinda hard to execute that move. Not a lot of trained agents can do that easily.” he pressed.

You pursed your lips before looking up at him, “Sounds to me like you’re trying to compliment my skills, Mister Barnes.”

Bucky ended up letting go of the topic.

-

The first few hours of the stakeout was uneventful; you and Bucky simply kept watch to see whether there were suspicious movements in the fruit shop. It seemed to be a regular fruit shop but there were certain people walking in and out of it that looked pretty shady.

This was going to be a difficult task.

There were small conversations between you and Bucky, mostly formal and about the mission. Everything seemed to be going well but you knew that the longer the both of you would stakeout together, the more it was going to be uncomfortable. You figured that you’d cross that bridge when you get there.

It was past six when you felt a pang of hunger; the last time you had a meal was during lunch. You needed to get food before your stomach could even embarrass you in front of Bucky who remained staring out of the window, keeping watch.

“I’m getting us food for dinner, would you like anything?” you asked.

Bucky shook his head, “Anything is fine.” he offered a small smile.

You left the motel and thankfully, there was a nearby Mcdonald’s a couple blocks away. On your way back, you decided to casually pass by the fruit shop to get a closer look. You didn’t want to linger around but you did notice that there were certain people who kept on going in and out of the store throughout the day. You rushed back to your room to inform Bucky about it and upon stepping inside, you were welcomed by the sight of the Winter Soldier fresh out of the shower wearing only a towel that was wrapped around his waist while he was drying his hair with another towel.

Your eyes immediately zoomed in on the droplets of water that was running from Bucky’s neck down to his pecs, sliding lower to his chiseled abs. Your eyes remained on his abdomen, even when the water had disappeared into the towel around his waist. By the time you snapped out of your trance, you shifted your gaze back to Bucky’s face hoping that he didn’t catch you staring at his body.

Oh, but it was too late because your eyes were immediately met by a pair of baby blues.

“I...b-bought...” you stammered and wanted to slap yourself for sounding like an idiot. “...dinner from uh...Burger King.” you continued, unable to look away from Bucky’s piercing gaze.

“Mcdonald’s.” he said.

“What?”

“You bought from Mcdonald’s...not Burger King.” Bucky corrected you, pointing towards the brown paper bag in your hands.

You coughed and finally managed to look away from Bucky’s half-naked figure, “Yes, I meant Mcdonald’s. Sorry.” you softly said and pre-occupied yourself by taking out the food from the paper bag and placing them on the small table.

As you focused your attention on arranging the food on the desk, you felt Bucky hover behind you. His bare chest slightly pressing against your back as he reached for the french fries that was still inside the paper bag. You stood still and tried to keep your cool despite the closeness between you and Bucky. He pulled away just as quickly and grinned when you looked back at him with a frown.

“You smell good, Agent.” he said before grabbing his clothes from his bed and walking back into the bathroom to get dressed.

You blinked a couple of times before you realized what had just happened.

“Fuck!” you whispered under your breath.

This was going to be one hell of a stakeout.

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[monstersandmaw]

Male orc x male reader (1st person) sfw

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This was posted, completely unedited and hot off the keyboard, to Patreon at the beginning of June. It’s first person for a change, but male perspective.

Reader is the crown prince of a high fantasy kingdom, who was never expected to become king. His older brother was killed in action when he was 13 and he suddenly found himself shifting from the role of scholar to the role of soldier, a role for which the king things him ill-suited. It opens with him at aged fifteen, first meeting the orcish son of a local war chief, who accompanies his mother to the castle for peace talks with the king. Vilugh is about ten years older than the reader. The reader doesn't have it easy, and is extremely lonely, as I would imagine a lot of royals and people with important families would be, beneath all those expectations and responsibilities.

Hope you like it - I have more written and more I want to do with it. I know it's orcs, which isn't very non-humanoid (Patreon folks said they wanted more non-humanoid monsters), but I really enjoyed going with the inspiration for this one and was excited to share it with you first. Sorry for any mistakes - as I said, it's still mostly unedited.

(The orc’s name is pronounced ‘vee-lug’)

I was fifteen the first time I saw Vilugh, and my jaw dropped the moment he entered the castle bailey beside his mother. They both rode enormous war boars with tusks and ears as decorated as their orcish riders, and his mother’s had a great, spiked chain that dangled between them.

The War Chief swung down from her mount, landing light as a sabre cat in the rocky outcrops beyond the castle, though the myriad ornaments adorning her head gear and garlanded around her neck jangled and clinked. The blade of her double-headed axe flashed silently in the holster across her back. Bone and steel, ivory and gold flashed in the sun. Beside her, astride a colossal, russet boar with a great bristle-back mane and flashing, mismatching eyes, rode her eldest son. The orc was huge, even for young adult. With orcs and humans ageing at about the same rate, he had to have been in his mid twenties, in the absolute prime of life, and I was awestruck by his presence.

Silent, built like a bulwark, and with eyes that took in everything and revealed nothing, Vilugh glared around the courtyard. While many orc’s eyes were light as amber, his were a deep, colourless black from that distance, and I licked my lips as my heart rate shot up like a winter solstice arrow into the sky. He stared straight at me, unmoving. Evaluating me, with my scrawny arms and less than impressive physique, no doubt. He quickly dismissed me, assuming I was some kind of page boy, no doubt. His surprise when I was formally introduced to them later as the Crown Prince was certainly enough to draw a tiny, knowing smile from my lips.

They were here to begin peace talks, and, to everyone’s surprise, they went astonishingly smoothly. Few humans made snide remarks about the orcs, and none of my father’s people were decapitated in retaliation.

The orcish party came, spent hours walled up with my father and the royal council, I lingered around the door and behind the wood panelling in the great hall, scuttling along the wainscot like a stray castle mouse, sneaking scraps of conversation instead of cheese.

I couldn't take my eyes off Vilugh though. He sat with the presence of a dormant volcano; all that power barely contained within each gesture. Like his mother, he wore a mix of leather and fur, with a swathe of his large, green-skinned chest exposed beneath the cross of leather that just about covered his nipples and went up over his huge traps and down his back to meet at the waist of the loose leather riding ‘skirt’ favoured by orcs. Really though, it was more like rough linen covered with tattered layers of studded, off cuts of leather.

As a gesture, everyone left their weapons outside the doors, and as I passed by - bored after two hours of talking - I paused and stared at them. A royal guard eyed me cautiously, as if I were about to cause mischief that would get her into trouble, and her orcish counterpart standing on the other side of the small weapons cash narrowed his eyes at me. This orc was older than the others in the chamber, and stood at seven feet tall, with colossal shoulder muscles. Perhaps the most startling thing about him to me at that age was the fact that he had only one arm, and one of his tusks was missing on the same side.  He sneered down at me and I balked. I’d never seen anyone with injuries like that, and it shocked me deeply that someone could endure something like the pain of losing an arm.

I’d known orcs were tough, but that somehow helped to drive it home to me.

I had made it no further than six steps down the corridor that led away from the Great Hall when the doors creaked open and my father strode out, the orcish War Chief at his side. Trying not to look like I was on the verge of crapping my pants - which, I am ashamed to admit I probably was - I watched the party file past me. My father gave no indication of having even seen me, and marched past me as if I were no more than another rusty suit of armour gathering dust in the miles of castle corridors.

Vilugh, however, turned his gaze sidelong to me as he followed in silence, brooding as a thunderhead and twice as frightening. I managed to conjure a smile from somewhere, and he looked away. Everything about him looked dangerous, from the sheer size of his boar-like tusks to the massive curve of his shoulders, the definition of the muscles visible on his back and sides, the black rope of plaited hair, thicker than my two balled fists put together, that hung down to his backside, and the predatory set of his gait. Oh, and the two-handed axe now strapped to his back didn’t help much to soften him.

The orcs stayed in the castle - a first, I was informed in passing by Rigmore, the castle steward - but I didn’t eat with them. For some reason my father seemed ashamed of his scholarly son. My late brother would have been perfect for this; he’d been the warrior prince, the kingdom’s golden boy, the one destined to rule after father was dead. But Dannan was gone, and the kingdom had me now. I’d taken after my mother, apparently, though she’d died birthing me, so that was another thing my father seemed to hold against me.

I had expected to spend the rest of the day alone in the library, since it was the one day in the week when I wasn’t expected to be out in the training ring with the castle’s master at arms, trying to bulk up a body that didn’t want to take on muscle the way my brother’s had. Big burly Dannan with his head of golden curls and his biceps as big as an orc’s… Then there was me. The scholar-son. I was lean and toned after two years of trying to fill boots that would always be too big for me, but I showed no signs of developing any brawn to go with my brains. Too much of my mother’s side of the family in me, or so my father said.

With my head bent over a tome on the ancient language of our distant forbears, I didn’t hear the door open, but when a young page boy cleared his throat and squeaked at me, I jumped and spattered ink up my arm and onto my dark green linen shirt.

“Sorry, Your Highness,” the boy chirped, nervy as a sparrow.

“It’s fine,” I smiled, trying to reassure the kid. He was probably not even half my age. “You have a message for me?”

“Yes, Highness,” he said, bowing. “His Majesty says you’re to ride out with them. They’re going through the castle gardens and out into the deer park.”

“Oh. When?”

The boy grimaced. “Now.”

“Now?” I cursed and the boy blushed. “Thank you. I don’t supposed it would have killed my father to give me a little warning?”

The page boy didn’t know what to say to that, so I thanked him again and dismissed him, folding up my notes into the book and hurrying to my chambers to change into my riding leggings and something a little warmer.

By the time I jogged out of the main gates into the castle bailey, the party was just mounting up, my father swinging easily onto his enormous grey stallion as the beast pranced by the mounting block. My father was a soldier-son, first born and in the saddle before he could walk. I’d started a little later, but I wasn’t too bad. My mare was brought out to me, gleaming and brushed and black as midnight. The orcs were mounted on their boars and, despite the horses innate fear and hatred of the beasts, there wasn’t too much fuss about that.

The stable boy who led Starling out to me didn’t take her to the mounting block but brought her directly to me at the foot of the castle steps. Lean and light and fifteen years old, I sprang into the saddle and took the reins from him with a nod of thanks, nudging her forward with the merest squeeze of my lanky calves to join the others.

“Took your time, boy,” the king growled at me.

“I came as soon as the message was relayed to me,” I retorted sullenly. “I was in the library.”

“So I see. You’ve got ink on your lip,” he said as he reined Spectre around sharply. “Try to keep up and don’t fall off.”

My face heated at the comment but I ground my jaw. There was no point arguing. I risked a glance at Vilugh and found him staring with his unreadable expression at me. I flashed him a wide, boisterous, childish grin and asked Starling to go from a standstill to a fast canter with one easy command. She leapt forwards, following my father as he cantered away over the flagstones and out onto the sandy track that led from the castle around to the apple orchards and formal gardens, and beyond them, the deer park.

We were clearly not hunting that day, since no servants joined us, but the orcs still wore their axes strapped to their backs. Three joined us in total: the War Chief, her son, and the one-armed orc I’d seen outside the chamber. I’d obviously underestimated his significance, thinking him little more than a servant as he’d guarded their weapons and not been party to the peace talks within, but for him to be selected over the others in the party indicated otherwise. My trained mind quickly refiled the information and put it to one side.

My hair was growing floppy now that I had stopped cutting it. No one had noticed, and it now brushed my shoulders if it wasn’t tied up. In the library, I’d scraped it back into a ponytail where it bobbed playfully like a young plant’s first leaves, and now as we rode, it came loose, the little leather strap falling away to get trampled by the enormous hooves of the giant boars behind me.

Starling flew like her namesake, wild and graceful, turning at the slightest touch like a bird on the wing. I loved riding. I wasn’t permitted to go out alone, and no one ever had the time to escort me, so I only got to do it when my father decided he needed to skewer something deadly to let off steam, and now as we all picked up our paces, the horses keen to stretch their legs, I couldn’t keep the savage grin off my face. I felt feral for just half a moment, and it was glorious.

When we finally reined our horses back after a lovely canter along the smooth grass of the orchard road, I sat back a little and Starling responded by slowing her pace to a steady walk. I gave her her head, letting the reins fall loose and dangle, while Spectre pranced and jogged up ahead, snorting and tossing his head. My father always kept his reins too short, thinking it made his stallion’s crest of muscle look bigger. All it did was irritate the horse, but far be it from me to correct a king.

I glanced back and saw Vilugh’s boar raise its huge, pierced snout and let out a scream of what seemed to be like joy as it trotted along behind. My father’s horse spooked a little, and Starling skittered sideways. I went with her, absorbing the motion with my hips before she settled under my palm and voice. “Easy, they’re our friends now,” I crooned to her, and caught the flicker of her ears as she picked out my familiar voice. “There, see… just a big piglet. Nothing to worry about.”

At that, I heard Vilugh snort behind me and turned to grin at him.

“Shh,” I said conspiratorially. “She doesn't need to know what they can really do.”

His harsh face cracked a little at that and he nodded with a little smile. He probably saw me as a little child, I realised, and my face flushed again. I looked away and didn’t try to speak to him for the rest of the ride.

The orcs’ visit was brief, but it marked the beginning of an uneasy peace with their kind. I grew in my duties, becoming ever more isolated. I had no friends among the court, my father ignored me until he required me to be present for something, I trained, I rode my horse, I studied, I ate, I slept, and I read. For three years, the orcs did not return to the castle, though my father made one trip alone to visit them on neutral ground somewhere out on the plains.

When he returned, he seemed pensive, and I caught him staring at me a few times over supper that night, which unnerved me.

The year I turned eighteen was the year I discovered my new nicknames among our people. The “Silent Prince” and the “Royal Monk” had become my monikers, and my father hated it. Personally, I thought it rather fitting. I was still skinny, unable to put on muscle no matter how much meat I was given at supper or how many boars my father sent me to bring down. Of course, I couldn’t bring one down alone, but I managed once or twice with the help of a retainer or two. I wasn’t a complete disappointment. But I wasn’t Dannan.

My twenty first slid by, and my father showed no signs of slowing down. He expanded his territories to the east, and I saw war for the first time. Of course, I didn’t see it from the front lines. What I saw was strategy and numbers in the tents, and my tactics and suggestions won us three battles. They lost us one too, but to my surprise, my father started to take note of me then. He never said anything different, but he included me more in his business than he ever had. My hair grew a little longer, though I had it routinely hacked off when it got below my shoulder blades. It was nothing like the luscious head of curls my brother had had, so I could wear it long without it looking feral. Dannan’s had practically been a halo for him.

One morning, over our habitually silent weekly breakfast together, my father cleared his throat and announced, “Son, you’ll be heading off to train with Khraxh and her war band.”

I choked so hard on my scrambled egg that a servant actually had to step forwards and slap me on the back. “What?” I croaked the moment I had air enough in my lungs to articulate the word.

“You heard me,” the king said, his grey-blue eyes drifting down a list in front of him, the contents of which he had not deigned to share with me. As usual, I had brought a book with me to the table to entertain myself until he rose and left.

“I did, but… why?”

“I believe it will be good for you. Her son, Vilugh, will be here tomorrow to escort you.”

“I’m going alone?” Stupid question. I was always alone.

“Yes,” father chimed carelessly. “It’s time to toughen you up properly. Six months with them ought to do it.”

My mind went blank. “Six… Six months?” I stammered. “You can’t be serious.”

“What? You have something better to do than enhance our diplomacy with those beasts?” he sneered.

I was in the middle of translating one of the great Eddic collections of our people into the modern tongue for one, but I didn’t mention that. “Apparently not,” I said coolly, rising from the table after one last swig of water to wash down the startled remnants of my breakfast from my throat. “Excuse me,” I said, not waiting for his permission to leave.

Part Two

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Navy's Nonsense: 1/15 - 1/21

I don't know about you lovelies, but it's cold and snowy over here for me. Hope everyone is safe and warm! Planned fic will hopefully post this week. Anything else shared is extra. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog so you don't miss out on any new fics, updates, or polls. ❤️

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

dusk until dawn

Pairing: Carter!Reader x James “Bucky” Barnes

To be honest I forgot I had this in my drafts, have fun reading my very old imagine about bucky. 

Inspired by Madilyn Bailey’s cover of Dusk Till Dawn. If you want to listen to it while reading it, click here.

“Can you feel why you're in this? Can you feel it through? All of the windows Inside this room...”

Y/N Carter didn’t remember much. If she was being honest, she had spent the last years of her life trying to erase memory fo the world outside. Erasing the memories of her family, of her sister, of her work back at SHIELD. Her life had been a bleak, blank sheet of paper ever since she had been kidnapped from her work place by HYDRA and tossed into a windowless cell whose walls she’d spent the last two years staring at. There was nothing new to her routine unless they decided to take her out to torture her in order to get information that she simply didn’t have. As Howard Stark said all the time, Y/N Carter was a “lab dweller”, she lived in the labs, she worked as Biomedical Scientist, barely even working within research unless some quick analyses were required. However, she was Peggy Carter’s sister and somehow that was all that mattered to HYDRA.

Today was different, though. A man dressed in a suit had arrived at her cell way earlier than the guards normally did and ordered her to get a lab coat on and follow him through the lowest lighted hall into a big metal door. She stood behind him, her hands shackled as he pressed a code into the door and scanned his eye which caused the door to open giving view to a room full of scientists, guards and doctors running around. The man clearly seemed important to Y/N, he was much better dressed than everyone and every single type of person inside that room seemed to stop as he walked into the middle of the room, his eyes settling on someone sat on a chair surrounded by various machines. Y/N couldn’t really see who it was until the man placed her by his side. He was handsome, maybe way more handsome than the men she normally used to meet back home. However, he was in pretty bad shape. He seemed to be in catatonic state, not even replying to sound stimuli.

      - Miss Carter, I’d imagine you’ve seen some of your operatives in catatonic state back in SHIELD. - he finally spoke to her, a thick American accent. Almost posh, as posh as the men had when her parents threw her a debutant ball. He was not German, he was not Russian, he was American. - I imagine you as a SHIELD operative must know how to deal with situations like this.

     - I’m a level 2 sparrow, sir. I barely even get to see operatives unless we’re under emergency situations. I’ve told this before to your people, I’m of no use for ....

     - Now, save your cries Miss Carter. - he turned to face her, taking a key out of his pocket and unlocking her shackles. - You’re an asset to HYDRA now and if you wanna survive you’ll do as I say. 

Her eyes locked with the man who was sat down at the chair. He looked familiar to her, way too familiar but she just couldn’t pinpoint who he was. Anyway, his demeanour was still the same. His way was messy, a far cry from the boys back home and his face had a bit of stubble. She didn’t know how long he had been there but it looked like it had been for way longer than a man in catatonic state should.

     - Here’s the deal, Miss. Your job is to fix our operative, fast. - he said, placing his hands on his pockets. - If your talents don’t serve you than maybe try and use your female charms.

     - Excuse me. - she turned abruptly, disgusted by what had just came out of his mouth. The man chuckled, as he along with his staff started to walk towards the metal door, locking it and leaving them two alone there. The young woman sighted, trying her best not to start crying at her predicament. She just wanted to go home, she just wanted to go back to what she knew. Y/N returned to the man, looking at the machines around him trying to figure out what they meant as most of them had Russian writing on it yet to no avail. She had no idea how to bring someone out of catatonic state. - Can you raise your arm if you can hear me, please?

The man raised his right arm, keeping the left one on the leg of the chair, bounded, which was only when she noticed that it was made of metal. She would’ve been lying if she said that her curiosity didn’t spark. Nonetheless, his face still seemed frozen in stone.

     - I’m not gonna harm you. - she placed herself in front of him. - But I can’t help you if you don’t help me realise what’s wrong. 

He still didn’t tell her anything or moved his eyes away from the wall. She did know he could hear her and if he could hear her she could find a way to help this man who maybe she shouldn’t help. She looked around trying to figure out how to force him to react. It crossed her mind to unbound his metal arm but she wondered why it was bound. Was he violent? Could he move it? Maybe she should’ve gone through it more deeply but she found herself unbounding it.

This seemed to jerk a reaction in him as he raised it quite quickly, his eyes setting on it almost like this was a foreign object to him, which, somehow, it was. She stood a bit further from him not knowing exactly what to do. That was until she pushed her by the arm, bringing her almost face to face with him. Her heart was rushing, was she about the be killed? She closed her eyes, trying to set her mind somewhere else, home. When the pain didn’t come she peaked through only to see the man raising this metal hand and placing her hand in front of it. Her hand was small compared to his, but it was a hand, he could feel her hand.

    - Can you feel my hand? - she asked almost dumbfounded. She knew of people getting prosthetics in research but they couldn’t feel a thing. They lacked a nervous system and metal didn’t have one so how could he? - You can feel my hand, can’t you?

   - Yes. - he spoke hoarsely. 

   - My name is Y/N Carter, I’m a trained biomedical scientist, I can’t harm you. I wouldn’t know how to. - she tried to gain his trust. It was true, she couldn’t harm him. Her sister and brother were skilled fighters but she wasn’t. She couldn’t fight, specially couldn’t fight him.

   - That’s quite enough, Miss Carter. 

The days started changing for Y/N, she would be brought in every day whenever the man was anxious, violent or even return to his catatonic state. She still didn’t know who he was, whenever she tried to understand who he was, he would either grow violent or start ignoring her. However today, he just seemed to not be in it, he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to do anything. 

  - Winter. - she had grown to call him Winter after reading in a file that that’s the handle they’d given him. - You’re awfully quiet. 

  - They’re gonna put me there again. - he spoke quietly. If she had been distracted she wouldn’t even have listened. - They’re gonna put me to sleep again.

  - I don’t know what you’re talking about. - she raised her hand to rest on his cheek which he wasn’t expecting. - I’m not gonna let them hurt you, I promise you.

  - They already did.

“'Cause I wanna touch you, baby and I wanna feel you, too. I wanna see the sunrise and your sins just me and you ...”

Winter had been right, they did put him to sleep but not before they put her. Between all the mess, whenever he closed his eyes and got put inside the Cryostasis Chamber he could hear her screaming as they shoved her inside one of the pods.

Nonetheless, she was the first to be taken out of it. She had been woken up in the mid 90′s to learn from whatever’s new in the world and would never see the Winter Soldier. That was until now with Pierce. 

   - You know, Miss Carter, had this been any different, I would’ve made you my wife. - he said as he walked into a underground lift. - My grandfather always spoke of how beautiful you were. Seems like he was right.

   - You harm innocent people. - she snickered right back. She had realised long ago they wouldn’t get rid of her. If she was useless they would’ve let her die, they wouldn’t had gone through the trouble of injecting her with the super soldier serum and have her around. - I wouldn’t marry you even if you were the last man alive.

  - Miss Carter, you out of all people should known that to make a better world you have to destroy the old one. - he entered a room along with her. - Asset, you’ve done a great job with Fury. You know I’m a man of my word, I promised to bring him back and here she is. 

  - Winter. - she rushed towards him. He looked up to see her, exactly the same as he remembered her, same face, same eyes, same hair. - What have they done to you?

 - Remember Miss Carter, I reward my followers.

“And you’ll never be alone, I’ll be waiting from dusk til dawn, I’ll be waiting from dusk til dawn ... baby I’ll be right here”

[aquaticalay]

Siren .Chapter Two.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes fancies you, a singer who performs at a local bar every Monday and Friday night. After a few months of attending your gigs, Bucky finally got the chance to talk to you. One problem: you are New York's sonic screaming vigilante. And the avengers have been trying to figure out who you are for months. (Post-Endgame)

Warning/s for this chapter : cursing, a teeny tiny bit of violence

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, eventual smut (which you can skip)

Word count: 1600+ 

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters. 

Note: chapter 2 is here! Let me know what you guys think!

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Perched on top of a five story building like a sparrow, you stayed as silent as you could, caving into the wind and the shadows. You were thankful the black clouds covered the distant light of the midnight moon, because you had a feeling you were going to need it.

Your hood slightly moved in the breeze, hiding your ponytail so you could get an undisturbed view. 

You had a solid black mask on– one that resembled the one they wear at masquerades– blocking your identity from any curious eyes. 

"Someone walking on your 2 O'clock," Lando buzzed in your earpiece. You turned your head slightly to the right. In your line of sight was a man who just walked out of an apartment building, wearing a swamp green sweater. He was Caucasian, had short light brown hair with a well-groomed beard. He was around 6 foot 4, lean but muscular. He was lighting up a cigarette and he just remotely unlocked his car, which was on the other end of the block. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Though unsure of their physical attributes, you knew you were in search of a European spy in possession of a hazardous radioactive substance, concealed in a five-inch lab test tube. Lando said he would be selling it to a buyer in Jersey City today.

The man, however, only had a small sling bag, and putting a dangerous chemical there might seem a little too clumsy, but with the right protective measures, it was possible. Still, you need more proof of his identity. You can't just assault a random passerby. 

"Do you think that's him?" Lando asked through the earpiece but you did not answer. You were focused on finding a flaw in the man's movement.

Something finally caught your eye. 

While smoking, he placed his cigarette between his pointer finger and his thumb.

To the untrained eye, this might seem insignificant, but that's how Europeans hold their cigarettes. Americans tend to hold it between their pointer and their middle finger.

To you, that was a dead giveaway.

"I think that's him," you confirmed, making your move. You had to reach his car before him.

-

The man opened the door of his car, sat inside, but did not take off his sling bag. 

He adjusted the rear view mirror; that was when he saw your cold eyes staring back at him from the back seat.

His eyes widened, but before he could react, you threw your fist at his jaw.  In the midst of pain, he was able to quickly reach for the gun under his seat.

Unfortunately, Lando strictly told you sonic screaming should not be an option unless it was absolutely necessary, unless it was life and death; you were in a residential area, and you did not want to catch any unwanted attention.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, you directed his hands to the window. You heard a loud bang as the bullet broke the glass. He dropped his gun on the front seat, so he could shield himself from the broken glass.

So much for not wanting to attract attention.

Taking advantage of the disarray and chaos, he got out of the car and fled to the other side of the street. After a split second of confusion, you managed to take his gun on your left hand, grabbing the one Luna and Vince gave you with your right. Running out of the vehicle, you quickly spot him dashing around a corner. You try and catch up, but something else caught your eye. The lights in the apartment building was starting to light up, most likely people awakened by the loud gunshot. 

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath. You were out in the open, holding two guns. People are going to think it was you. You quickly run up the nearest building's fire exit stairs, reaching the top of the three-story building within seconds. 

You spot him running east. He looked back, and when he didn't see you following him on the sidewalk, he stopped running and started walking. He was smart to walk– running would've caught more attention. You quietly followed, leaping from building to building, waiting for the right moment to catch him off guard.

-

Bucky was riding his motorcycle late at night, heading home after a few more drinks at the Mermaid's Tail. Instead of going directly back to the Avengers Compound, he decided to take a detour to explore modern day New York when the world is asleep. 

As he went through a silent neighborhood, his supersoldier senses allowed him to hear a loud bang maybe four blocks away. Bucky knew it was the distinct sound of gunfire from years of experience, and decided that he would follow the source and find out who was shooting bullets late at night at the residential areas of Harlem.

-

As you observed the man, you realize he was going inside a subway station. You had to make a move now, before you lose track of him. It was now or never. 

You put one gun in your holster, holding the other steady. As you prepared to leap, someone kicked the back of your knee, forcing you down. Surprised, you let go of the gun you were holding, and the person took advantage, quickly taking the weapon. When you manage to regain balance, you took the gun in your holster and pointed at the mystery person. You breathed heavily when you realized you had lost the man with the chemical tube.

You saw a gun pointed back at you, so now it was you and the other person facing each other at an uncomfortably close proximity, guns pointed at each other.

There was something odd about him, until you realized that he was holding the gun with both hands— one of them was made of metal.

There was only one man in New York who had a metal arm, and he was an Avenger. He was the Winter Soldier.

As you looked past the hand to see the man holding the gun, you realized—

Shit.

—it was James. 

You suddenly remembered an old high school history lesson.

James.

James Buchanan Barnes.

That's why he stood out to you. How could you be so damn stupid?

That's why he had sunglasses on indoors. That's why he had gloves. That's why his left grip on your hip felt so out of place.

You were suddenly thankful your hood and mask concealed your identity.

"Put the gun down," he growled. His voice was stone cold, very different from the summery warm tone he had at the Mermaid's Tail. 

You wanted to reply, but he spent months listening to you sing– you were almost certain that he would recognize you.

You put the gun down. It would be stupid not to. He was the Winter Soldier for god's fucking sake! You weren't sure if you could take him in a fight. 

You could do one thing that would maybe slow him down, though.

You could scream.

As you lowered your gun, you opened your mouth, and let the air from your lungs flow through your sonic vibrating vocal chords. It was loud enough to temporarily deafen him, but not loud enough to make his eardrums explode. The wave was directed at him, but the volume of the scream would wake the entire neighborhood. He groaned in pain, instinctively covering his ears.

You took that chance to run into the cover of darkness, disappearing from the Winter Soldier's sight.

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It took Bucky a few seconds too long to recover. When he managed to get back up, the screaming figure was gone.

God dammit.

He looked down, relieved to see the gun, previously owned by the screaming figure, at his feet. He picked it up and observed it. It was a glock 19x, but it has been heavily modified. He decided to take it back to the compound, hoping that maybe he could track the person down through this weapon.

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You carefully slipped inside the window of your small studio apartment in the edge of Harlem, a safe house for you when you're going on these "missions." You have six locations in the state of New York, and a couple dozen across the country, courtesy of your late father.

You were greeted by your friends, who were anxiously waiting for you.

"Who was it?" Lando urgently asked the moment you stepped in. He must've hacked a security camera on the roof of the building. He must've seen the confrontation with the Winter Soldier.

Hastily taking off you mask, you answered bluntly, "James."

"James?" Vince repeated, "from the Mermaid's Tail?"

You nodded, "Yes. James Barnes."

For a moment, everything was silent.

"The James Barnes?" Luna asked disbelievingly, "the Avenger, James Barnes?"

You sat down, wiping a trickle of sweat from your forehead. "Yes."

Lando sighed heavily, "Great. We lost the target and now the Avengers are looking for us."

"No," you told him, "we haven't lost the target. You told me he was going to sell it to someone? Find out who. I'll hunt him down," you paused, "as for the avengers, as long as nobody can see me, we're fine."

Lando nodded, going back to work almost immediately.

"Did you fire the 19x?" Vince managed to ask. He was curious of how smoothly it worked. You shook your head, "No, I didn't have the chance to." You reached for the gun in your holster, but when you saw it, you realized that it wasn't even yours. It was the target's.

So that means… the one the winter soldier had was yours.

You, Luna, and Vince looked at each other worriedly.

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(remember me, love,) when i’m reborn: chapter five

-Read Chapter Four-

(remember me, love,) when i’m reborn Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanov x Reader if you squint

Summary: It feels too heavy to be coincidence, so weighted that it could be fate. You were crafted in the depths of HYDRA, another soldier to serve their purpose. In a series of events that unravel, you vow to destroy your creator and forever disappear with the only one that has ever mattered to you. But when you meet his best friend, you are forced to realize that you hold far, more secrets than you ever intended. (This will follow the events of Winter Soldier and Civil War)

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore in this chapter. Other chapters have light smut, torture, and swearing.

If you are under 18, you should not be reading this!

A/N: hi guys!! sorry for the wait on this chapter but thank you for your patience!! thank you to everyone who has continually supported and responded to this series!! i love hearing what you all have to say about it!! i have the next chapter already in the works, so should be out in the next week or so :)

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When the dawn of the next day is rosy and new, still streaked with blue darkness and stars, you leave Bucky and return to the hidden base that Maria Hill had brought you to for a final rendezvous and update. You still need to return to your own apartment, shower; Pierce will expect his pet to be nothing short of pristine on his biggest day. Exhaustion seeps into the back of your head, aching and sore. You will not rest tonight. 

You have not rested since you vowed to end this, you think. 

And you won’t rest until you and Bucky are safe and far from the reaches of any prying hands. 

Natasha, Steve, and Sam are with her and Fury. They give you their plans as they begin to suit up, slowly armor themselves. Natasha will go undercover as Councilwoman Hawley, she will be with you the entire time the chips are being placed by Sam and Steve. They plan to cause mass chaos, alert everyone to HYDRA in hopes of drawing out anymore hope; hope that Steve still has. 

You have a harder time seeing the promise in it, are truly fearful to see just how far reaching HYDRA has become, but you don’t have the heart to deny Steve of this hope.

They plan to kill Alexander Pierce.

“If you cut off one head,” You begin tiredly, but it is Steve who finishes it;

“Two more shall take its place.” 

Your eyes catch and hold before you have to turn away from the imploring blue of his. You cross your arms over your chest, squeeze the meat of your own arm. Your fingernails dig lightly into your skin, a prickle of pain as you imagine Pierce dead. 

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted, yet strange, and distant. A dream so far off, you can���t even imagine it. It makes your stomach curl inwards, suddenly anxious. If none of this works, if you’re revealed to be a traitor to HYDRA--

“Do you want to take the shot?” Natasha asks, jarring you from your twisting thoughts. 

The question is considerate; coming from another who perhaps knows what it’s like to be made and unmade into girl weapons, perfect in every way. Her voice is cool, calm. All eyes turn to you and you squirm under their gaze. You think about all that ferociousness you’d hand only hours earlier as they fried Bucky’s brain for the thousandth time. How much will personally taking Pierce’s life do? Will it soothe something in you? Will it feel good? 

Should it?

You become wary. 

Pierce has been your captor for years, kept you on such a tight leash, made you small and puppet and hostage. He’s never harmed you, never struck you or threatened you, but perhaps because you have never outwardly disobeyed him. He believes he is the hand that feeds you, gracious and kind, you would never bite him. 

He thinks you know nothing else but his commands. 

And before his commands, Karprov’s. 

Before Karpov’s, faceless trainers in ghostly Russia. Pale and faded with time, swathed in the grey light and skittering shadows of your childhood . Who is it you can blame on all of this? Who is the shot that you truly want to take aim at? You don’t know. You don’t think you’ll ever know. 

You’re not sure it will make a difference. 

You think the only thing that will soothe you is Bucky’s safety and freedom. Steve and Natasha’s safety. Your own, long awaited freedom. 

You aren’t sure you have ever been free, not truly, not fully. The idea is large and overwhelming, something you can't even fathom yet. 

“I don’t need to.” You answer with a quiet breath. “As long as I see him die, I don’t need to.” 

Natasha nods, green eyes a fraction softer as they gaze upon you. 

“Then he’s mine.” Fury declares and your head turns at the sound of his solid voice. He looks like a man who has something to settle and you’re certain he does. He looks at you, then, as if he seeks your approval. As if he has an inkling of what Pierce’s death means to you, all that it symbolizes; the breaking of your binds, the outstretching of your wings. 

You nod, give him that approval. 

“Is there anything we should expect in the next few hours?” Hill speaks up, “Any last information you have? Advice, even?” She asks, a hint of dryness to her tone. 

“Yes,” You say quickly, “Pierce plans on giving each council member a “badge” that will give them access to the building, but it has a small explosive he can detonate which will kill you, should he choose to.” You direct your attention to Natasha, “Which, is possible, the moment Steve makes his announcement.” 

“Is there a way for you to switch mine out?” Natasha responds. 

You shake your head, “I don’t have them. I won’t have access to them.” Your brows furrow as you try to think, wrack your brain for a way to get around such a deathly flaw in your plans. “And even if I did, I don’t have time to make you a decoy.” 

“Is there a way to deactivate them?” Sam speaks up, “Destroy them before Pierce can use them?” 

You blow out a breath, “There’s always a way to destroy things, it’s only--” Slowly, the idea forms in your worn down mind, sluggish and probably stupid, but, “An electric pulse would short circuit them.” And you can already hear Natasha sighing. 

“Are you suggesting I taser myself?”

You rub at a knot in the back of your neck, peak sheepishly at her, “Perhaps.” You glance at the others, “Unless anyone else has any other ideas.”

When no one speaks up, Natasha rolls her eyes, “I think you all just want to see me taser myself.” 

You give her a wry smile, tired and wane, but try to show her that you’re appreciative, “I’ll make it up to you, Tasha.” 

Her eyes glitter in the shadows, a little mischievous, promising you all sorts of trouble. “I’m holding you to that, malen'kiy vorobey.” 

Little sparrow. 

You have never liked that name until it has rolled off her tongue, or been touched by Steve’s. Not as an agent of HYDRA, but an alias, a title, a name of your own. The little bird with quick, beating wings that builds and works diligently for it’s nest. Originally given to you because you were frail and pretty to look at compared to the others; half mocking, half in crudeness. 

Now it is yours and only yours and you feel as if you have wings, finally unbound, ready to take flight and be as fleeting and exuberant as the little birds in the sky. 

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Steve catches you alone before you leave once more, his eyes so gentle and prodding. You are so exhausted that you can’t find your guards, wonder how well he can read you. Wonder if you smell like Bucky, wonder if Steve has any clue. Can he tell by the haunted look on your face that you were holding Bucky’s slack body after being tortured? What would he say if he knew? 

“How are you feeling?” He asks instead, only concern for you.

Awful. Terrified. Excited. Desperate. 

Stupidly hopeful. 

“Exhausted.” You tell him instead, let your shoulder slump. And before you can ask the same of him, he is already responding;

“I bet.” And his face softens, “You’ve been waiting for this day for years.” 

“Yes,” You admit on an exhale, “Yes, I have.” And strangely, because Steve seems to have this effect on you, this ability to completely unravel you in a myriad of extreme and emotional ways, your eyes well with tears. Just as they did the night you met him, when he touched you so tenderly, in so many other quiet moments between you two. “I have been waiting years for this day.” 

Steve nods, eyes heavy for you, his hand coming up to cradle the swell of your cheek, your jaw. He guides you into looking up at him, “You’re going to be free soon.” He says on a whisper and to hear it aloud, makes you inhale sharply. 

A tear slips down your cheek, pristine, free. 

Free, free, free, your heart pounds like that of a bird’s wings taking flight. 

“Yes.” You agree hopefully, breathlessly. 

“You’ve paid such a high price for it.” He adds quietly, as if it is a revelation, something he is understanding for the first time in this moment with you. And he’s looking at you like you’re a vision or a ghost or a gem. Something precious but something unyielding. Something whole and something shattered, reverent and awed and heartbroken for you. As if he feels your losses, too. 

You wonder if he does, wonder if he mourns Bucky with you without even knowing it. He doesn’t know the full picture in detail, but he’s starting to grasp it. 

And the acknowledgement is almost too much for you to bear the weight of. You have paid the price for this, for years, in your sister’s life, in Bucky’s. In yours.

“Yes,” You repeat, lip wobbling, “I have.” 

“Whatever happens today,” Steve continues, swiping away a tear with his thumb, “I promise I will ensure your safety and freedom. If Pierce lives, if things go sideways,” Steve holds your eyes, honest and intense, “I promise, I’ll do anything to keep you from him. From all of HYDRA.” 

No one has ever promised you protection like this before, no one has laid their hand so gentle to you, with no restrictive touch, and simply loved you and believed in your freedom. Perhaps Bucky; but it is a primal part of the Soldier that guarantees your safety, savagely desperate to keep you. Bucky could never promise you such freedom when he is caged, too, leashed more severely than you. But this, this; what Steve promises is something you don’t have words for. 

Nothing besides a rushed, truthful, “Thank you.” Just as the sun breaks outward in a flare of morning gold and vibrant pink, the dark blue washing away to reveal the eager day. “Thank you, Steve.” 

And he kisses your damp cheek, let’s you slide away from his embrace so you can both ready for the battle ahead. 

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You return to your apartment, shower under high pressure and heat, as if you can burn away all that you’ve gone through. Your skin becomes raw and tender, but it wakes you, burns you, fuels you. 

Washes all away until you can step out a new person, wear cream and white clothes, and turn away from the black darkness. You walk with a new air, strip away your shadowed mask until it is just you, in the light of a new day, swathed in satin and pearl.  

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You dutifully take up your position beside Pierce, are certain that all is in place for his grand day. He walks tall and proud and bloated on his excitement for Project Insight, for the death of millions. Of freedom.

You greet the councilmen with ease and grace, Pierce introducing you the way he does every time; as if you are a pretty toy, a well behaved tiger for show. You play hostess, do tricks, find that your sharp, little smiles have become genuine because this will be the last time you play this part. 

Soon Pierce will know. He will know who got the best of him when no one else could. He will know what it’s like to lose that which he loves, know your betrayal, know the claws and teeth he’d thought you’d never use on him.  

You pour champagne; a celebration. Pierce makes a toast. 

You raise your glass but it’s for yourself, for all your years suffered. The cost of your freedom. 

Steve’s voice crackles to life over the intercoms. Pierce freezes, blood leaving his face and you could almost laugh. In triumph. In bitterness. 

Steve speaks the truth, voice ringing and clear through all of the Triskelion. You watch the councilmen shift, uneasy, slowly wrapping their minds around what has happened. Who Pierce really is. You stand still and straight and tall, just as Steve finishes, and you feel his words personally, as if he speaks to you;

“And I know I’m asking a lot, the price of freedom is high; it always has been. But it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it, but I’m willing to bet I’m not.” 

Accusatory eyes sharpen on Pierce, just as guards march out. The councilmen think they’re SHIELD, but they aren’t. You know this, fingernails biting into the palm of your hands. You knew there’d be guards but it makes your skin crawl with nerves nonetheless. 

When none of the councilmen comply to Pierce, when no one believes his words of safety and freedom, he is handed a gun. You shift behind him, worried, eyes glancing to Natasha. If she doesn’t do something, you will--

But the moment he raises the gun, Natasha is a blur of emotion. She easily disarms Pierce, takes out the guards, and then raises back up with the gun now pointed to Pierce. 

She sheds the electronic veil, revealing herself. Not part of the plan, but neither was Pierce’s sudden, potential violent streak with the councilmen that don’t agree. You shouldn’t be surprised, but you can also tell that Steve’s announcement has deeply rattled him. 

“I’m sorry, did I ruin your moment?” Natasha asks, smug as she is. 

And instead Pierce looks at you; your ace up his sleeve. His eyes glitter, almost excitedly, as if she’d never expect this. When you don’t move to disarm Natasha, to engage or try to protect him, he narrows his eyes. 

You stand prim and proper, uncaring. 

He says your name.

“Disarm her.” He then tries, “Get me out of here.” 

Natasha’s lips curl into a vicious, little smirk. The cat that’s got the canary.

“No,” You say lightly, “I don’t think I will.” 

Pierce face falls and you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen him this shocked, this rattled. His face drains of color. His mouth hangs open for a moment. It’s satisfying, and you can’t help your own slight, twitching of a smile. Victorious. Proud.

And then his face contorts, fury tracing the edges, his eyes clouding over. “I gave you everything.”  He says dangerously, as if he poses a threat to you. Without his guards, without his dogs around him, he’s nothing. Just a man, power-hungry and desperate, grasping at anything. “I set you free!” He snaps. 

His entitlement of you is unsurprising, but just as vile. You look over him lazily, uncaring. 

“A gilded cage is still a cage, Alexander.” You reply coolly, calmly.

His fists squeeze, face turning an ugly shade of red for a moment. He presses his lips into a thin, angry line. He’s trying to keep his composure, “You’ll pay for this.” He warns darkly, “Deeply and dearly.” He says, scrambling for something, anything to scare you with; no sister to use against you, only;

 “I’ll kill him.” Pierce’s words are venomous and promising. When your jaw ticks, he pushes on, “Your precious soldier. Don’t think I’m so naive, I know you care for him--”

You keep your mouth shut, dare not allow him to know that you plan on disappearing with Bucky. No snide remarks that you both will be far from Pierce’s reach by the time this is over, you only turn away from him as Natasha heads over to the computer, ready to wreak her own havoc. 

You can practically hear his groan of frustration, but you pay no mind. The broad, transparent screen gleams to life, just as Natasha begins her process of being able to leak all of SHIELD and HYDRA’s demented little secrets. You exhale slowly, remain silent and watching as Natasha and Pierce exchange a few words about clearance, before you hear the whir of a chopper in the distance. 

Nick Fury’s return from the dead comes with impeccable timing and style, gliding in like the phantom he is. He has his own questions for Pierce, his own need to find truth in all of this deception. You turn, find your eyes landing on the battles that forge onward on the helicarriers, on the ground below. You can catch glimpses of Sam, evading bullets, somersaulting through the air. Soaring high, a modern Icarus flying for his life. 

You can’t find the stark blue of Steve’s suit, the gleam of Bucky’s arm. You have no idea where the pair of them are, only hope for their safety. Your fingernails dig into the palm of your hand, prickling of pain as you turn away from the window. 

You watch as Fury and Pierce give their retinal scans to allow Natasha further access, and just like that, all of SHIELD and HYDRA’s secrets are uploaded for all to see. 

The information of your own life, all that HYDRA has on you, on your previous missions, on your sister, is buried somewhere on the internet now. For anyone to see. Perhaps it should frighten you, but there is nothing but a slight release. No more hiding, no more shadows, no more being a secret puppet for the next master to pull on your strings. 

You suppose, perhaps it could also mean more interest on you, if the wrong person unearths your file. But the truth is worth it, bright and glittering in front of you as you look at the screen that has just leaked all, it is something you have been reaching for with outstretched fingers since you became aware of what and who you are to HYDRA. Since you realized there was more to being their war doll, their concealed weapon on a leash. 

Your eyes slide back to Pierce just as his fingers twitch for the remote he’d been carrying, his last resort. You jolt towards him, ready to disarm him but the councilmen all go down in bursts of hot light. The smell of burnt flesh, sound of groans fill the room. Pierce eyes you as he raises it towards Natasha and your heart drops, halting your advancement on him.

Natasha and Fury’s weapons click, ready for use, as they’re pointed at Pierce but it’s clear he has a moment of control. Natasha could ignite her taser, fry out the small pin on her collar but she’d be down and out; her and Nick exchange a glance. They don’t blow their cover yet and both lower their weapons. 

For the moment they allow Pierce to try and reach out to others, to get the helicarriers locked onto their targets and ready. He’s engrossed in it, desperate to save this. But you can tell that Natasha and Fury know something he doesn’t; perhaps they’ve already gotten word through their comms. that Steve and Sam have been successful. You cling to the thought, right as Pierce orders the shot.

And for an eerie, passing moment, nothing happens. 

The helicarriers stand still in the sky, strange, ugly crafts blocking the sun. You near the window, eyes no longer able to find Sam. You search frantically, heart skipping, threatening to drop. Where is he? Where’s Steve? And--

Then the helicarriers turn towards each other, fire at will. Tear each other apart.

You let out a breath, exhale hard, as if is the first time you can breathe clearly almost. Your chest constricts tightly as you watch what you have planned and hoped and worked for, lied and hid and begged for, come to fruition.

You are free, you think. Bucky is free. 

And you turn to Pierce, his face falling in quiet horror. 

I am your Destroyer, you think as you gaze at him. This is because of me. 

“What a waste.” He mutters, shoulders going slack.

You want him to know, know who ruined all that he’d try to create, and you want him to know why. For your sister, because he killed her by sending her away from you. For Bucky and all that Pierce did to him.

For you; to cut your strings of him, walk now as if you are not being controlled by him. 

Pierce tries to walk Natasha out of the room, tries to get away. You watch as Natasha steels herself, back going rigid in preparation for the pain. Electricity sparks, constricts her for a moment. Her body jerks, shudders, before she collapses to the ground in a heap of blue.

You rush for her, drop to your knees, wary suddenly that your idea had done worse damage. Your breath comes quick. 

Two, clean shots ring out. Glass shatters. You shield her with your body as it rains down. When you pick your head up, Pierce is on the ground. 

“Natalia,” You hiss, grabbing her shoulder, jostling her. “Natasha.” You then try.

Fury is at your side then, too, trying to wake her. His own fear for her written in his eye. But the moment she blinks awake, mumbling about how those really do hurt, you’re up. 

Like a person possessed, you float over to Pierce. Sick fascination or unfinished business, you don’t know what it is, but it forces you to your knees beside him. The prim white of your skirt seeps scarlet, the stains slowly crawling up the hem. 

His eyes focus on you slowly, anger and even grief, the kind that comes with broken trust. 

“You,” He garbles, his mouth filling with copper blood.

“Me,” You agree firmly, find his wrist and seek out a pulse. It fades, slow and dreary. “It was me all along.” You admit because you need him to know. You let his hand drop into the glass he lays upon. 

His lips tremble, “Why? When?”

“October 12th, 2013.” 

His brows furrow, as if he is hurt by this, but there is also a flicker of something else, something unnameable at first, “For so long?” 

“Since my sister’s death.” You tell him calmly, “Since I discovered there was more to life than being yours or HYDRA’s.” Your fingers, quick and cold, seek the holes ripped through him. He tenses, jolts when you find one wound, press sickly into it. 

He croaks, blood bubbling, thrashing against the press of your hands but you are strong, so impossibly strong compared to him.

“And I have vowed to put you in a grave every time you touched my precious soldier.” You tell him in a hiss of breath, a quiet exhale, repeating his words to him cruelly. Your fingers dig deeper into the warmth of his torn flesh and blood. 

He surges further, knowing pain finally, knowing the torture and hurt that he put Bucky through. But he rattles out a laugh.

“I should’ve kept you on a tighter leash.” He gets out gruffly.

“No,” You say, fingers finally receding, slick with warm maroon blood, “You shouldn’t have put me on a leash at all.” 

You take a final look at him, at your puppeteer, at your gilded cage and then stand gracefully. You step over him, walk on glass, lily white seeped with poppy red. Pristine, except for the blood that drips from you. 

But you follow Natasha and Fury into the helicopter, and into the sky, quick and rising, like a sparrow taking flight.

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Sam dives into the helicopter so harshly that he nearly bursts through the other side. You and Natasha grab for him, haul him upright and between you two. You hold to him a little too fiercely. 

“Hill! Where’s Steve? You got a location on Rogers?” Natasha hollers into the headset and your eyes fly wildly over the helicarriers crashing and burning, colliding into buildings and each other. Panic rises, mounts horribly inside of you and presses against your ribs with every push of your lungs. You repeat his name inside of yourself, repeat Bucky’s name, too, as if it will suddenly make them appear in your line of vision; alive and safe. 

“He was in the last helicarrier.” Natasha informs you all, “H-he told Hill to blow it while he was still on it.” 

Your head whips to Natasha, then back out to the helicarriers, which are falling in flames, torn to shreds. Sinking from the sky like great ships, astonishing and catastrophic. You have a horrible, sinking feeling that if Steve is on one of them, so is Bucky.

“No,” You say out loud, but your voice sounds distant and wane, far away. Maybe you stand to watch them, to watch what you created, your destruction, fall from the sky like a flaming comet. 

You have no breath in your lungs as you watch your worlds crash and burn in fiery glory. And if your loves are on that ship, you look on helplessly. You watch them sink. 

You don’t realize you’ve collapsed until Sam’s arms are around you; strong and warm and hauling you back into the seat. 

There are tears, dripping down to your chin, onto your collar bones. You can’t catch your breath, you feel like you’re being constricted, strangled in the most cruel way possible. To sit and watch, to sit and watch like all those years you watched Bucky be tortured and beaten and bloodied, promising him a future but it’s just this, just a fiery death that you guided him to as much as Pierce. 

And Steve, Steve, oh Steve--

Natasha is telling you that we’ll find them, I swear to you we’ll find them.  

Sam is holding you down, against his chest and he is your only anchor as the helicopter careens over the carnage, over all the destruction and hellfire and they are nowhere to be seen, no hope in all of this wreckage.

So you cling to Sam and try to focus on Natasha’s swimming voice, watch desperately for any sign of the man you started all of this for, and the man you finished all of it for. But there is nothing and no one but ash and metal and wreckage, and your hope lies among it. Steve’s words ring inside of your head, echo and then sink deep into the pit of your stomach;

The price of freedom is high. 

How high? You mourn, how high? You plead with your eyes on the ground, searching, seeking, but soaring taller with every beat of your newly freed wings. 

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Still the same man

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warning: angst, rejection, and just more angst

Summary: Bucky Barnes x (Romanoff) reader. (AU where the end of civil war never happens and Bucky came back with Steve) Bucky is settling in and trying to distance himself from the winter soldier. But when he finds a woman that makes him feel something he tries to ask her out but he is confused as to why this woman hates him with a passion. ( y/n was tortured by the soldier for days and was beaten half to death by him. She still suffers nightmares of him) ( y/n is Natasha’s little sister) (Codename- red sparrow). Will bucky be able to forgive himself once he learns what he has done will he ever be able to separate himself from the soldier. Will he be able to live with seeing the aftermath of his handiwork 

Note: This is not a series and never will be

He was in the far back corner of the room by the window with a book in his hand, he was still on page one an hour later. In front of him sitting on the couch was (Y/n) and Peter she was helping him with a school history project. Steve was nowhere to be found and Bucky wasn’t reliable with the gaps in his memory and (Y/n) was a history nerd and loved arts and crafts so she was happy to help. (Y/n) was a sweet person with a kind heart always offering a helping hand to anyone and everyone, Everyone but Bucky. 

For some reason (y/n) didn’t like Bucky and took it upon herself to avoid him at all cost.

At first, he thought she was scared of him he tried to came himself seem kinder, nicer, less of a threat. It wasn’ t until Natasha said something that he realized she wasn’t scared of him she just downright hated him. She hated his very existence and everyone knew this but no one said anything to him and they refused to tell him why she hated him. He was just running around clueless falling for a girl who wished he’d take his final breath already.

Not begin able to get to close to her without pissing her off Bucky took to watching her from afar. Watching her help Peter treating him like a little brother helping when he needed it and teasing him when every she could. Her tease Rhodey in the most little and adorable ways. Seeing her smile as she and Wanda exchanged secrets in their minds. Betting on her constant competitions with Clint and Sam. Teaching Vision human things and stocking the pantries with Thor’s snacks. Irritating Steve and Tony into headaches. Actually understanding everything Bruce talks about. And successfully shaming and guilt-tripping Natasha with her infamous pout. She seemed to get along with everyone but him.

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Bucky was only half paying attention as Steve explained what the next mission was Sam and Bucky assignment and (y/n) was just suddenly added on. Everyone else was out of the game as they had all come back from separate missions and needing a few nights rest, or a few months in Bruce’s case he looked like a wreck. He didn’t understand why (y/n) was here she and Bucky never did missions together unless the whole team was involved.

“Sam, (y/n)”

“What about me?” Bucky asked.

“You’ll sit this one out. You’ll be back up if necessary. You guys get going.”

“What?!” Steve quickly left the room trying his best to get away from Bucky or at least create some distance between them and the others for when this pops off. “ STEVE”

“Bucky”

“Why am I being left behind? I’m capable I can work, what’s up?”

“ (Y/n) is more suited for this mission. She’ll get it done faster and better.”

“Wouldn’t have both of us on the team be better than just one.”

“Bucky”

“No I don’t understand I know she is avoiding me but why is everyone trying so hard to keep her away from me? What did I do to her that has all you ready to jump up as a barrier. I don’t understand and I’m tired of tiptoeing around it. You know how I feel about her and you know how hard I’m trying. Tell me something” Steve sighed heavily honestly it wasn’t his place to speak.

“Natasha. If you want to know what’s up with (Y/n) talk to Natasha. She won’t give you everything but she’ll give you enough for you to understand.”

Bucky Glared at his best friend as he walked away. Even his best friend was against him even though he knew how he felt about (y/n). This just wasn’t fair.

Bucky wasn’t a complete douche bag so he waited for a full day before approaching Natasha looking for answers.

Bucky found Natasha in the kitchen making lunch for herself as she hummed a tune to herself and smiling. Bucky pulled up a seat at the counter in front of her slowly she eyed him as he took his seat.

“What can I do for you Barnes?” straight to the topic he liked that.

“(Y/n), your sister, she doesn’t like me. I’ve been trying to find out why but no one will tell me and she won’t give me the time of day. Maybe you know something, you can tell me something, I like your sister and-”

“You shouldn’t,” she said her smile fading “ It’s just a waste of time you should stop and find someone else.”

“What have I done? She is good and kind to everyone but me. She hates me, Why?”

“It’s not that you don’t know it’s you don’t remember and she does. She doesn’t hate you she’s terrified of you... You might have changed but you still share the same face as the Soldier and she can’t get over that.”  Natasha said as she glared down at the sandwich she made. She was no longer hungry her appetite was gone. She put the sandwich in the refrigerator, maybe it would return later. She was angry she decided going to the gym would help despite her still-healing injuries.

“What did he- What did I do?” 

“It’s not my story to tell. But honestly, you should stop trying to force some type of relationship on to her she’s been hurt enough.”

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Bucky really took Natasha’s word to heart. He began to create a distance he assumed (y/n) needed or liked and kept everything as professional as he could at the distance he created. Everyone noticed the distance he created. It wasn’t like he isolated himself but he did somewhat schedule his time with others making sure whenever he was around (Y/n) wasn’t and if she was there were a great distance and several people between them. Although they didn’t say anything they were happy with this new development and to have more time with (y/n). (Y/n) was also grateful but couldn’t bring herself to approach him for thanks.

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Bucky had just returned from a two weeks long mission he was completely exhausted and beat down he planned to take a shower and go straight to bed but sleep would not come. With his hair in a messy wet bun, he shuffled his way to the kitchen thinking a cup of tea might help. Stepping out of the elevator he heard voices, he assumed everyone was asleep, going around the corner he finds that the tv is still on and someone is on the couch. Looking forward he finds (Y/n) curled up on the couch with one of Natasha’s thick fluffy blankets draped over her. He decides to ignore her to let her sleep rather than disturb her.

He was about to walk away but (y/n) started to squirm and whimper in her sleep and a few seconds later she was full-on sobbing in her sleep. Bucky thought about calling someone else to come help her but he didn’t want to wake anyone up and she looked like she needed help now. Sighing heavily he walked over towards her and began shaking her gently.

“wake up, wake up, (y/n) wake up” 

(Y/n) suddenly opens her eyes gasping for air once she sees Bucky kneeling in front of her she screams and crawls away from him. Bucky throws his hands up in surrender and backs up.

“I’m...” Bucky gasp as he eyes trails down to her legs and arms which were visible due to her short and tank top. (Y/n) has never worn shorts or short shelves in front of the team ever and now he knew why. She noticed his staring when she realizes what he was staring at she quickly covers herself. “ That was me, right?”

“...yes” she whispers as tears start streaming down her face

“When? Why? how?”

“My sister was in the Red Room Program I was part of a branch Program Red Sparrows we worked closer to home we started out younger too. When Natasha escaped she came and got me but a little while later they came and dragged me back. I had to be punished for leaving and becoming a traitor. They had you punish me. They figured I was close to You because Natasha was but I wasn’t. I didn’t know you .”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” Bucky falls to his knees in front of the coffee table and puts his hands together as if he was praising as he continued to apologizes and cry. (Y/n) stands up wrapping the blanket around herself but the image of her scared skin is already imprinted in his mind.

“I know you are. But it doesn’t make the scars, nightmares, and trauma go away. Sorry Doesn’t fix everything and it definitely can’t fix this” She walks past him the blanket brushing over his shoulder. She stops in front of the elevator and speaks but doesn’t look back. Bucky is quietly crying on the floor.

“It’s not you, it’s your face..if that makes sense.”

He listens as the elevator doors close leaving him alone again. The light of the tv cast shadows on his skin. He looks down at his hands his left hand a brand new hand-fashioned by the scientists of Wakanda and from the brilliant mind of Shuri. It was fresh it was new it had done no wrong. Then his right hand, his right hand still here and just as stained as his left once was but he couldn’t change that. It didn’t matter if he changed his arm, the side he was fighting for, or his name at the end of the day in the eyes of those he hurt he was still the same man. And he couldn’t change that ever.

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