#winter solier

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STARTER CALL : CHILD OF HYDRA TIMELINE !

LIKE THIS POST FOR A STARTER FROM ANYA'S CHILD OF HYDRA TIMELINE. ( taking place during her time with HYDRA and training with the winter solier. )

[evis-gossip]

I see a WInter Solier!Bucky fic and I eat it up

My Sun, My Star

A/N: I'm so weak for Winter soldier Bucky. I cant wait to write more of him, I love this sad guilt ridden man.

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

Words: 6756

Warnings: Breaking and entering, Minor violence, Injury and Blood, Winter soldier Bucky, GN reader but also Pregnant reader, mild language, I'm not sure if this is fluff or angst or both??

Summary: You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you.

Bucky Masterlist

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Your eyes blinked slowly, heavier with each passing second, yet you still managed to open them once again. Glancing at the bright white numbers of the digital clock you watched it change to 1:46 AM, causing a groan to pull from your lips. Bucky was supposed to be back tonight (yesterday technically) from his latest mission, but he still had yet to show up at your shared flat. 

You checked your phone again, the lack of notifications mocking your tired eyes. You let out one more sigh before you turned off the mindless babbling of the TV and stood up to get ready for bed. You were sure Bucky wouldn’t want you waiting up so late in your current condition anyway, he had been harping you about getting enough sleep and water and everything in between.

“I’m only four months pregnant, Bucky. I’m fully capable of staying up late” You had said to him. 

“Five months, Doll, and it’s about your cortisol levels. It’s not good for you or the baby, and it could lead to them being underweight” he said, reciting exactly what the doctor had told him during your last checkup. 

“Four and a half,” you argued as you stuck your tongue out at him, “and she was talking about getting chased by a bear kind of stress, not staying up to watch Bake Off.” 

You snorted at the memory of just earlier that week, a small smile coming to your face as you went through your nightly routine. You continued to check your phone here and there as you went, “Did you get back safe? How’d your mission go?” you had texted two hours ago, yet it still remained unread and unanswered.  

‘Maybe one more quick text wouldn’t hurt,’  you thought to yourself as you typed out the simple message and hit send. 

“Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You sighed as you set the phone down, “it’s okay, everything is okay,” you assured yourself as you pulled one of his large hoodies over your head, enjoying the way the hem brushed against your bare thighs and the sleeves threatened to swallow your hands. “He’s a former assassin and a super soldier! Nothing is going to happen that he can’t handle,” You stated firmly to your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes remained unsure despite your voice’s conviction, but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on the achingly tired look they held. 

“Yes, I know. It’s finally time for bed, little one,” you mumbled sleepily as you felt your baby kick against the walls of your protruding belly, being quick to climb between the layers of blankets and lonesome sheets. “Fuck, that's cold…!” you swore quietly as your bare legs hit the icy fabric- having gone unwarmed by your personal space heater and super soldier.

Thankfully sleep came easily, the thought of waking up to Bucky’s sleepy, scruffy face only further urged your body to wind down so the moment would come sooner. 

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Bucky’s phone buzzed again in his bag, lighting up with your smiling face as your text displayed on the screen, but nobody reached down to check it, as everyone found themselves in a far more urgent situation. 

“Keep him busy, Rodgers! I just need one more minute!” Tony yelled as he dug through the equipment in the quinjet, “For fuck’s sake, who organized this last?” 

“What do you think I’m doing…!” The blond grunted with a justified hint of frustration,” Sam? Any help??” He shouted with a pointed look, telling more than asking as he struggled to restrain his thrashing friend. A swift metal fist flew toward his already battered face, barely giving him time to duck out of the way and attempt to restrain it again. 

“Honestly? Seems like you’ve got this one,” Sam said, holding up his hands.

“SAM.” 

“I’m coming..! God, can’t either of you old men take a joke?”

No one knew exactly what happened, Bucky had gone off on his own in the Hydra base they were exploring. It was supposed to have been recently abandoned, something about the agents leaving in an urgent rush that left files upon files sitting out in the open. It was supposed to be a simple mission; everyone goes off in teams, gathers what they can, and makes sure there are no surprises. But Bucky assured them that he would be fine to go on his own, he hadn’t had a sign of relapse in over a year, and he would only be picking up what looked important. A simple job.

He should’ve listened. 

It was when he didn’t return to the jet with the rest of them that they started to get worried. 

“So, where’s the Manchurian candidate?” Tony jested, looking at his watch. They were supposed to leave maybe 10 minutes ago, not terribly late by any means, but enough to start getting worried about Bucky’s quietness over the coms.  

“Man, come on.. ” Sam sighed at Tony’s joke as he crossed his arms. 

“Bucky?” Steve tried calling over the coms, ignoring both of his teammates, but the line remained all too quiet. 

They found him finally in the basement level of the office building, old discarded computers lining the walls along with cabinets upon cabinets of old files and other equipment. He hadn’t even realized it was a trap until he stepped right into it, triggering a switch that had the computers and hidden speakers flashing images and sounds that assaulted his senses with fragmented memories long forgotten. 

He should have listened. 

Sam had found him first, on his knees in the middle of the floor with hands desperately covering his ears, trying to block out the incessant noise. Hauling his teammate to his feet, he rushed back to the jet, calling everyone off from their search before anything else could be sprung. 

At first, they thought he might be fine- quiet, but fine. He had given them a small smile and a wave of his hand as everyone tried to check in with him, taking a seat as the jet took off to go home. It had all seemed relatively normal until they were halfway back and the unseen battle inside him must have taken a turn. 

“Got it!” Tony yelled as he pulled out the dart gun, aiming quickly as he fired two shots into Bucky’s chest, readying a third as he waited and watched for the tranquilizers to finally take effect. It was slow as Bucky continued to struggle against the drug’s drain, his body and mind turning into slow-moving molasses. Low grunts emanated from his throat as the last of his strength ebbed away, leaving nothing but forced sleep in its wake. 

“Was two really necessary?” Steve asked as his shoulders finally relaxed, the strain and worry now temporarily over. 

Together they dragged the drugged-up assassin into the jet’s small quarantine area for the remainder of the trip, satisfied only when they heard the mechanical locks slide into place. It wasn’t much, and they knew that and if he really wanted to there would be no stopping him from getting out, but it was something- enough to give them a few seconds of preparation if nothing else.  

“I’m not giving a super soldier only a single dose, you two metabolize things like this way too fast and I’m not taking any chances with the Tin man over there.”

Bucky- no, the Winter Soldier, seemed to still be out of it when they finally landed, sat up and leaning against the wall, head slumped forward just as they had left him. 

“Alright, let's just get him into one of the holding rooms for the night. We’ll work on resetting him-” Tony lifted his hands as the two men glared in his direction, “- on ‘fixing him up’ as soon as he’s been secured.” 

Sam shook his head as Tony corrected himself, taking notice of the lit-up phone in Bucky’s bag, buzzing with an only recently delivered message. Sam had quickly become one of your closest friends after you were introduced to the team. He was one of the few people Bucky trusted with his life and between his sarcastic jokes, his incredibly loyal nature, and his willingness to give Bucky shit whenever he deserved it, you knew very quickly how great a friend he would be. 

But now his stomach twisted as he saw your name flash across the screen, the alert quickly minimizing itself as it joined the other messages you had sent that night. How was he gonna break this to you? The last thing you needed was a bunch of unnecessary stress on your shoulders, but it’s obvious you were beginning to worry over their late return. Sliding the phone back into its rightful place Sam told himself that he’d call you once they had things more figured out.

“Heart rate still seems to be resting. With any luck, he’ll remain knocked out until we get inside,” Tony relayed as he monitored the Soldier’s vitals and pressed the button to open the heavy quarantine doors.

The doors slid into their resting positions with a soft click. 

As soon as that click landed on sensitive ears, vibrant blue eyes shot open. Sparing not even a second, the Winter Soldier surged forward from his seat, not nearly as far gone as he left them to believe. With the element of surprise, the Soldier easily knocked past his teammates, throwing his body weight against them and knocking Sam and Steve off balance, leaving him a good headstart as he dashed out the jet’s open door.

“Fuck, Bucky- Wait!,” Steve swore as he stumbled out behind him, having to use his super soldier speed just to keep pace. But between the settled darkness of the night, and the winding alleyways the brunette stuck to, Steve was left falling behind in no time. “Shit,” Steve swore as he slowed to a stop, looking around for any sign of his compromised friend. 

However, the streets lay barren, the fluttering of moths in the streetlights the only sign of life on the entire block.

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The heavy thud of his boots echoed against the alleyway’s pavement. He wasn't sure where exactly he was headed as his silhouette slunk between the warm light of the streetlamps, but part of him- a currently repressed part of him- knew that safety was bound to be just ahead. 

His heart beat smoothly as he kept his pace, every other step falling in time as he rounded the corner. Blindly, he let himself be led by instinct and his feet maneuvered the city’s countless paths with a mind of their own. They slowed before a little apartment building and as those emotionless eyes looked up, he knew this was it.

The lateness of the hour had almost assured that no one was around as he slipped inside, footsteps padding up the stairs before stopping at the third floor. His heavy boots left nothing but wet prints in their wake as he wandered down the hall, impossibly silent, as even the notoriously creaky boards dared not announce his presence. 

The closer he got, the more the back of his mind itched, as if something- someone- was begging him not to go any further, but he refused to listen; he knew this was where he was meant to be and where he would find what his body was so inexplicably drawn to.

With each step his head turned on a swivel, looking for the sense of safety and familiarity that the other half of him seemed to find here- and desperately wished he wouldn’t discover. Just as his foot was about to take another step he stopped. ‘No. Here.’ His gut told him, turning to the door. 

His door.

Your door.

The former assassin bypassed the lock with ease, quickly slipping in before shutting the door behind him. A dim light illuminated the living room, the little lamp you left on for him casting its orange glow over his surroundings as he surveyed them.

A few mugs stand beside the sink, framed photos dot the wall and side tables, and a veritable nest of blankets lay across the couch. It was obvious someone had been here, and recently. A deep breath pulled into his lungs, causing his head to tilt to the side in contemplation as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, something just as earthy as it was sweet and speckled with distant notes of… him?

“Hmmph”  

His sensitive ears picked up the soft grunt from down the hall immediately. His shoulders squared and tensed as his body leaned into a defensive position. Cautious fingers pulled the knife from his boot, ready for whatever may come at him as he approached. 

The sounds of soft breaths lead him to a door left ajar. Light just slipped past the curtains into the darkened room. Badum… Badum… Badum… a heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he took a step closer, leaving the door open and letting further light fall onto the source of the noise. 

His wolfish gaze ran down your form as you lay there on your back, swallowed in the extra fabric of the old sweatshirt. Your hand rested casually over your stomach as your other one squished gently against your cheek. Your legs lay bare to the world after having kicked the overbearing sheets away, leaving just a glance of your underwear for him to take in.  

“Mmph” You grunted again as you shifted, your face now turned to him as that earthy scent of yours gripped him like a vice and refused to let go.

Your sweet sleep became interrupted though- much to his dismay- as the phone on your nightstand began to light up and buzz incessantly. Still, as a statue he watched as you groaned, propping yourself up on your elbows as you went to check what your device could possibly want at this ungodly hour. 

With one loose fist, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes away, blinking consciousness back into them until you saw Bucky’s illuminated figure before you, standing tall and quiet as he watched you intently. 

“Bucky..?” You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face as you saw the familiar face of your lover lit up by the bright light of your phone screen. But the longer you looked the more you noticed.

His eyes were all wrong, his gaze was devoid, that’s the only way you could put it. Devoid of meaning and humanity, it seemed every gaze- every movement- was a means to an end. Empty… save for a flicker of fear; It was probably the only thing in those eyes right now that registered as human. The fear of someone who was lost, unknowing of their purpose, and confused as to why your gaze was made his cold heart falter.

His expression was flat and stoic, save for the knit of confusion that pulled his brows together. His stance was tense and prepared, the discrete knife still glittering in his hands as he took another step forward, his head slowly shaking in response to your question. 

A gasp caught in your throat as you finally understood. Glancing at your phone you saw it was Sam who was calling, undoubtedly trying to tell you what you now already knew.

“Soldat…” You whispered, trying to hide the way his name sent shivers across your skin. Your phone went black then, as you didn’t pick up in time and you were left blind by the sudden darkness.

 You and Bucky had talked about what to do if you found him like this, “You call Sam and Steve, Okay? You find a place to hide and you stay far away, no matter what you hear. There’s no reasoning with him,” He had told you.

So much for that

Your phone lit up again with Sam’s urgent call, its revealing light sending ice down your spine as you saw the man nearly standing over you now, just a hair’s breadth away.

Your hand rose slowly, shaking as you tested a reach for your phone, stopping dead in your tracks as he let out a disapproving grunt. Your head nodded slowly as you gulped, returning your hand to your stomach as you watched his gaze finally shift away. 

With unbothered calmness, he looked toward your phone to see Sam’s face and name scrawled across your screen. Wordlessly he reached over and pressed the ‘decline call’ button, cutting the call short and leaving you two in perfect silence once more. 

Panic began to rise in your throat as his gaze turned back toward you, darkened now only by the lack of light. With slow movements the Winter Soldier reached out, putting the knife away as he crouched down, as if trying to attract a skittish animal. 

Your whole body tensed as his reach came closer, eyes screwing shut as you waited for the worst, “Please… Just don’t hurt her…” You whispered, fear and desperation rattling your voice, just as it did your anxiety-filled body. 

But the pain never came. Instead, the cool touch of metal fingers ran down your cheek, barely denting your flesh as he relished in its softness. Your eyes peeked open cautiously, as his fingers moved along the slope of your jaw, tilting your head up as he came to your chin. 

His eyes had changed, you noticed, instead of being a harsh blizzard, they had now settled into something more human, something warmer and… yearning? 

“Soldat..?” You questioned as you watched his lips part, his senses focused only on the way your body reacted to his touch. You were sure he could hear the rapid pattering of your heart beneath your ribs, its pace only increasing as his fingers moved down your neck and to the exposed collarbone in your loose neckline.

“Красивый [Beautiful]...,” was all he could reply. It came out so soft you weren’t sure you heard it at first, it’s quiet reverence meant for your ears and your ears only. “Из-за тебя он чувствует себя здесь в безопасности...? Замки дерьмовые, видимость слишком высокая, но ты… [Are you why he feels safe here…? The locks are shit, the visibility is too high, but you…]” He continued, quiet and unbothered as if he assumed you couldn’t understand him. 

“He’s been bugging me to get better locks all week…” you replied with a huff, quickly shutting up as his stare found your eyes again. Between Bucky’s ramblings in the night and Natasha’s tendency to only gossip in Russian, you had made an effort to learn it; You were still learning, and your pronunciation was shit, but your understanding had gotten far better. 

“And you have a good ear…” He spoke in English this time, the vague hint of an amused smile pulling at the assassin’s stern lips. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done that before. If that odd little smile had been seen by anyone else- anyone still living that is.

A breath of relief left you as your lips stretched to mimic his, the tension easing out of your body a little by little.

His metallic touch continued to linger, running down your covered chest until it settled on the waistband of your underwear, the cool metal trailing across your ticklish skin. 

“Ah, wait, Sol-” You jumped at his touch, grabbing his wrist, despite knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to stop him if it’s what he wanted.

But instead of dipping his fingers lower, he simply tugged the oversized hoodie up, gathering it over your chest and exposing the firm baby bump concealed below. His head tilted to the side as he listened to the tiny heartbeat that fluttered in your belly as well as the thuds of its little movements against your skin. Slowly, still with that inkling of a smile, he turned to look at you, his hand hovering just above your vulnerable midsection as if awaiting permission. 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you hesitated. On one hand, you felt a surprising amount of calm under the assassin's touch, his need for your approval only increasing your sense of security. But on the other hand, Bucky would never be able to live with himself if something happened to you or the baby, accident or not. 

“Oh. I-” 

CRASH.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as were cut short by the loud noise. The door to your apartment slammed open, surely breaking the hinges with the sheer force of it. Over a dozen heavy boots stormed into your apartment as the lights turned on, flooding your senses and forcing the Soldier’s attention elsewhere. 

Your hand found his instantly, the heat of his calloused skin a comfort to you just the way Bucky’s was, especially as it squeezed around yours just the same. Sitting up properly now your sweatshirt swallowed your pregnant form once again and you peeked out to see just what was going on. 

Through The Winter Soldier’s defensive stance in front of you, his knife is now drawn once more, you watched a small armed group, covered in black tactical gear raid your home, all guns pointing towards you- or more accurately- the former assassin attempting to shield you. You recognized the symbols on their vests as the team’s secondary security force, having even met a few of them over the years. But where was the rest of the team? Where was Sam, and Steve, and Tony?

“Step away from the civilian!” “Put your hands in the air!” “Sir, drop the knife!” They all shouted, overlapping with each other as each of them rushed out their demands. 

“Don't shoot! It’s okay! It’s okay!” You rushed.

You tried to slip your hand from his, but he only held fast, “Soldat, please… It’s okay, just do what they say… They don’t want to hurt us. Please,” You urged, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, 

His defenses faltered as he listened to you beg him to stand down. It wasn’t the usual begging he heard in his line of work, and coming from your lips had his walls cracking in an unprecedented way. 

He shouldn’t have looked back at your eyes, wide and pleading, as they shook his walls further. Moving slowly he turned, kneeling before you despite the way the armed group yelled at him not to. You just held up your hand to them, pleading for them to be as gentle with him as he was with you. 

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” The warm flesh of his hand came up easily to cradle your face and a small smile pulled at him again as you leaned into his large palm. “Я только что нашел тебя. Я не потеряю тебя снова так быстро[I’ve only just found you. I will not lose you again so quickly]. ”

Your heart both swelled and pained for your Soldier. You looked into his eyes and saw a sense of certainty, a sense of knowing, you hadn’t seen from him earlier. “Oh… my soldier, my star,” Your fingers entwined with the hand holding your cheek, ”You can not lose me in any way that would last…” You whispered to him past the shouts, the commotion, and the tension, like you were the only two in the room. 

“Sir, put the knife down!” A young squad member called again, his voice far more concerned than his superiors. You didn’t recognize him or his number and you figured he must’ve been new. His gun trembled in his hands as he shouted again, but as the Soldier failed to move and the kid’s finger unexpectedly twitched, there came a sudden- 

BANG.

“Ah-!” Your face twisted with pain as you pulled away, “Fuck…!” Your hands instinctively grabbed your leg, clamping over the shooting pain in your calf that hit you- well- like a bullet. 

You winced again as you pulled one of your hands back, the raw skin of your leg angrily letting you know that it did not like being brushed against. Warm, wet crimson covered your fingers as you looked down, becoming slightly dizzy at how much had already covered your palm. You were thankful it only seemed to be a graze, but the burn you already felt and knowing you were losing blood had your stomach lurching in uncomfortable ways. 

Concern painted the assassin’s expression as you recoiled away from his doting touch, but as the unmistakable warm, metallic smell curled into his nose, his expression darkened dramatically. What was once kind, curious blue eyes now saw nothing but red as he caught sight of the wound slashing across your skin. His jaw set firmly, almost audibly grinding his teeth as he stood and turned to the young kid. 

You looked back at the newcomer as you tried to breathe through the pain, the horrified look on his face telling you that he knew he was a dead man walking. His face went ghost white as the super soldier stalked toward him and through even worse trembling hands he raised his gun to shoot again. 

“No…!”

A sickening thud rang out as the bullet hit the assassin square in his good shoulder, getting lodged in the muscly flesh. His shoulder jerked back at the force, but it wouldn’t stop his stride as he closed the gap. Another shot rang out, but with the solid vibranium arm now covering the barrel it did little to help this poor dumb kid. Snatching him by the neck, you watched as your assassin held him up until his feet kicked uselessly in the air. 

Every gun immediately trained on him and with their proximity you knew they wouldn’t miss a fatal shot if it came to it.

“Stop! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Soldier, put him down!” You yelled as you maneuvered towards the edge of the bed. “Please, don't shoot, I can fix this!” you continued, trying to convince yourself as much as you convinced them. Familiar voices joined in on your plea as Sam and Steve finally entered the picture, urgently trying to talk down both the Winter Soldier and the secondary security team. 

“Bucky, It’s okay... Just put the kid down, alright?” Steve tried to reason with him, “He’s new, he doesn’t know what he’s doing yet.” Steve tried his best to stay calm and patient, but the young man was beginning to change colors now. “Bucky, put him down before you do something you can’t come back from.” But Bucky’s ears were deaf to the outside pleas and the Winter soldier refused to listen.

“Ah..!” You whimpered as you tried to stand and approach the commotion. The pain in your leg reached new heights as you tried to put weight on it, causing you to tumble to your knees almost immediately. You clutched your belly, hoping the sudden jostle wouldn’t upset the baby too much as you tried to get up again. 

“Hold on, Y/n. Stay down for a minute so we can wrap your leg…” Sam asked of you, moving over to help as soon as he saw the blood on your hands, “You’re losing plenty already.”

“No, I have to…. I can’t let him get hurt,” you argued, pushing away his helpful hands as you tried to stand again. You heard the crashing thud and rushed voices as you shakily got to your feet, leaning all your weight on your good leg. As you looked up again you came eye to eye with worry-filled icy blues.

“Sol-”

“Мое солнце  [My Sun]...” He interrupted, his metal arm snaking around your waist to pull you in possessively and away from those who threatened your safety. On the other side of the room, the nervous kid now coughed and wheezed for breath, but you were just happy to see he was still alive. 

“Please just listen to them. You’re already hurt, don’t get yourself killed…” you pleaded, your hand barely brushing over his bleeding wound before pulling his hand to your rounded belly. He tried to keep his expression steady, but you saw the way his eyes widened slightly as he looked down. “She needs someone looking out for her and I can’t do this on my own. I can’t keep away all the dangers of the world…” Your forehead rested against his as you tried to shift your weight, whining as you gave up and moved back. You couldn’t deny that this part of Bucky was her father too, even if he had been hidden away for ages, she was still his too. Whether Bucky would see it the same way you weren’t sure, but right now you were just concerned with making sure he got out of this alive. 

“I can’t do this without you…” 

The silence felt deafening as he considered. He never had to think about other people relying on him, not like this. His orders had always been to leave no threats, to finish his job and move on, no matter the cost to him. But the pain in his soft, fleshy shoulder was getting harder to ignore. The way his blood-soaked shirt clung to his arm now climbed to the forefront of his mind as he watched your big eyes stare back at him, desperate to understand. He was between a rock and a hard place. 

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time..” You assured him, “We both will, but please let everyone get us some help.” 

A gentle nudge pushed against his palm as his thoughts swirled around him, snapping him back to a single line of thought and he knew then. Defeat laid heavy on his shoulders as they slumped, accepting what must be done., “Мое солнц [My Sun] …”, He said, “Если вы так хотите, то я не буду жаловаться [If it is what you wish, then I will not complain].” 

You couldn’t tell just how long you had been holding the breath you let out, your muscles relaxing as he finally held his hands up. The security squad began coming forward with an array of cuffs, but it was Sam who stopped them this time, glancing back at you for confirmation as he assured them that they could take it from here. Despite the arguing and the hesitation, they seemed to relent, shifting their focus now to their injured colleague. 

Both Sam and Steve looked tired but relieved as they turned to the two of you, bloody and pained in your current state. Though they weren’t quite better; both of them looked like they had been the unfortunate punching bag of a certain super soldier mere hours before. Sam had bruises lining his arms from where he was surely blocking blow after blow and Steve smiled a bit with his busted lip, dried blood still stuck in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s get you two to the tower…” 

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The journey to the tower was quiet, your soldier never letting you out of arms reach as you all boarded the armored truck, and made your way up the tower and to the lab. 

Doctors tried to treat the both of you, but as soon as anyone dared to come close your assassin was right there to growl them back. They’d hardly be able to get past his possessive hands even if they could manage to get close, his touch keeping you pulled beside him at all times.

“Soldat…” you warned him, but he was too preoccupied gathering the medical bag they had been dropped. Coming over to you, there was no warning as he scooped you up from the ground and set you on a table to get to work. 

“Oh-!” You exclaimed as you held onto his strong shoulder, quickly getting plopped back down on the corner of the cold metal table. A shiver ran down your skin as you shifted against the sleek table, watching as practiced hands scoured through the medical bag, producing everything he needed as he went about fixing up your leg wordlessly. 

You were beyond thankful for the haze of the (baby-safe) painkillers as his fingers slid over the raw flesh. Despite the gentle numbing of the painkiller your fingers still lay tangled in his hair as he worked, only tugging in discomfort as the gauze wrapped tightly around your leg.

"Thank you..” You said when he finally finished, moving back to appreciate his work before giving it a satisfactory nod. His eyes had grown distant again, bits of confusion and uncertainty swirling in the storm of his eyes, and you reached out to stroke your thumb across his cheek. His stony cool expression remained as you touched him, his mouth staying a firm line as he instinctively leaned into your palm. You watched him for a moment before you continued, knowing that his thoughts must be far away.

“It's your turn now, big guy.... your shoulder is still seeping and you can’t keep losing blood like this," You urged him just as you had on the ride to the tower. He had refused to listen then, letting nothing else occupy his mind until he knew you were fully taken care of. But now as you sit safely before him, the only looming threats being Sam and Steve who seem to haunt the hallway outside, he finally relented.

You moved to stand, needing the angle to effectively dig out the bullet still lodged in his muscles, but he held you still with a single large hand on your shoulder, "Stay," he urged you with that low rumble of his. His eyes lingered on yours, ensuring you would do as he asked before he began to move again, gathering the supplies you would need.

He slid his bloody shirt off, revealing the weeping wound beneath and the scars of many wounds past. You expected him to stand in front of you, maybe sit so you could take care of him, but that didn’t seem to be the important thing right now.

He climbed up onto the cold table where you sat, curling onto his side with his back facing the door so his wounded shoulder sat closest to you. His head lay in your lap with a look of unmatched serenity as he pressed his forehead against your rounded belly. And there he rested, quiet and unmoving as he took his quiet moment. But he was far too exposed like this, far too trusting of “threats” lurking outside, and he almost reminded you of Bucky again. Was Bucky fighting to come back…? Was the Winter Soldier trusting you to watch his back? … or was he accepting of something you weren't sure he knew yet?

"Are you sure? It's going to be harder to take the bullet out this way. I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to," you tried to explain as you pulled out the forceps.

But he simply shook his head, "I know my time here is short, my Sun..." he said with an even tone, no semblance of fear to shake his voice, "Please let me enjoy it like this…."

Your voice caught in your throat as he answered, his blunt acceptance and knowing catching you off guard. You wished beyond anything that you could soothe him, to tell him no one was going to hurt him or take him away again. But you wouldn’t lie to him, so instead you said nothing, Your words rasping as you replied, "Of course, My star…."

The room was quiet as you worked, the only noise the sweet mumblings from your boyfriend's lips as he filled your baby’s ears with loving promises. His body let out a grunt and a soft squelch as you finally tugged the crushed bullet out. Pain creased his brow but his words never faltered and neither did the nudges or kicks he got in reply.

Carefully you cleaned up the blood, packing the wound as best you could, but you were sure Tony and his team would be redoing it soon nonetheless.

A sigh escaped him as he heard you putting away your tools, "My Sun?" he asked.

"Yes?"

“Is it time…?”

You cast your eyes downward, looking into those confused and swirling blues as they watched you with unbridled hope.

You nodded, wiping away the tears that welled in your eyes, “It’s time…” you whispered.

He nodded, thinking quietly as he looked down at your belly again, his hand smoothing over the skin he’s exposed, “Will I see you two again…?” 

Your heart broke at the slight waver in his voice, “Oh, my star…” you said, resting your palm against his cheek, “It’s just like I said, ‘you can not lose me in any way that would last’. I’ll see you again and again, in this life and the next,” you assured as you leaned down to kiss his temple, a small smile forming at the corners of his lips. Tears blinked from your eyes as you continued, “I don’t know when, or for how long, but you will see us again. You can always come home to me, and I will always be there to welcome you.” You leaned, slow as not to scare him, and kissed him gently as he turned again to look at you.

 It was awkward at first, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t imagine the last time the Winter Soldier had felt such gentleness, let alone a kiss. 

But the moment was ripped away as the door opened, Steve, Sam, and Tony all standing in the doorway. “We’re ready for him,” Tony said simply, “Let's get this started so my lab techs can go home….” 

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You watched behind thick glass as Tony and his team of technicians attached various wires and machinery to Bucky’s body. Sam and Steve’s hands lie on your shoulders, trying to comfort you as you watch them finish tuning and placing everything. You watched as his blue eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, as still as a statue as he let them do their work.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to watch this…” Steve tried to comfort you, but you only shook your head. 

“No… I promised I’d see him off,” you replied, then thought with a pause, “Despite all the warnings Bucky gave me I’m happy I got to see him face to face…” 

“Well, it helps that he wasn’t trying to beat the shit out of you…” Sam mumbled, getting an immediate nudge from you right in one of his bruises, “ Ow…okay, point taken.”

You smiled and shook your head. It was true though; despite the fear, blood, and death that dripped from his moniker, despite the pain you endured in his presence, you would do it all again. Bucky had hidden this part of him from you for so long, only ever showing you half of his face. And though you know he wouldn’t like it, you’re happy to finally see him in full light- to know and love him completely as he’s meant to be.

Tony says something that’s hard to make out through the glass, but you see him give a thumbs up to you all so he must have been ready. He moved to the switch, hesitating for a moment to let you say a quick goodbye. 

Your Soldier’s eyes found yours right away, but there was no trace of sorrow for you to see, no discomfort or fear. In fact, he seemed almost excited; excited and hopeful that when he saw you next he’d have a bundle of joy to look forward to as well. 

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” you watched him say beyond the glass.

“I’ll see you again, My stars. I’m sure of it…” You replied with a soft smile.

He had just enough time to smile softly back at you, an image now pleasantly etched in your brain before Tony flipped the switch and the reset procedure began. 

You covered your eyes quickly as Bucky’s body began to convulse, his strained grunts and shouts breaching containment despite the way he tried to hold it all back. The sounds of pain continued for minutes, but it felt far longer. Though, it wasn’t until it got quiet that you began to worry. 

“Is it done? Is it over...?” You asked the men on either side of you, afraid to peek past your hands for fear of the worst.

“Doll…?” you heard the familiar voice call, gritty and rough from its recent use but still carrying that same soft tone he used with you.

Your heart swelled, “Bucky...?”

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[builder051]

Happy Sunday! Not sure if this is your kinda thing, if not, totally okay, but would you consider writing a fic where Laura Barton is driving Bucky and he’s sick with the flu and throws up in the car? Have a great day!

This is Powers/No Powers

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Steve's at work. Bucky's bracing himself over the bathroom sink, steeling himself up to make the decision between straightening up and grabbing his toothbrush, or collapsing sideways and curling his body around the toilet bowl. Right now, he's at 50-50. Or more like 33-33-33, if continuing to stand still is an option. He'll throw the extra point to the theoretical asteroid that could crash through the ceiling at any moment and strike him dead. If anyone actually cared to ask, he'd prefer the asteroid.

Bucky glares at a dent in the tube of toothpaste. Mint. Better than bile? His mouth tastes like salty snot that keeps dragging thickly toward the back of his throat, threatening to gag him if he doesn't keep a conscious hold on his swallow. Peppermint. It's Steve's toothpaste. He hates the flavor at baseline. His own spearmint and tea tree is tolerable, but the stairs to get to the ensuite... definitely are not.

Somewhere out in the living room, Bucky's phone begins to chime. Not a call, please not a call, he thinks. No. The tones are short. It's a text. Two texts. He knows who the probable sender is, then. Backwoods cell towers and sharp country air aren't always kind to cell signal. A single message is often split into two.

"Coming," Bucky groans, wrapping an arm around his stomach and limping toward the coffee table. He forgets to turn off the light in the bathroom; the helpless look he gives it over his shoulder doing nothing to assist. The couch is far too large an obstacle to navigate around again. He's already so close. And he's curious about what Laura has to say. More curious now than nauseated. And that's saying something.

Good morning, the first message reads. Then, I have coffee money. And gas money, too.

Bucky sighs. He wonders if she's left the farm house's long gravel driveway yet. Laura's not one to dawdle, so he may already be too late to tell her it's not worth the trip. Sweet of her to think of him, and usually her charm and coaxing do the trick to drag him out of the shadows, but today? Drinking coffee sounds about as thin and slippery as pouring lighter fluid down his throat. Worse than toothpaste. And probably more disastrous.

His hand shakes as he picks up his phone. Sorry, Bucky manages to tap out. I'm sick.

Laura doesn't hesitate with her response. What kind of sick? Do I need to worry?

Bucky sighs. He could write her off as being nosy. But he knows better, and he knows her intentions better than that. Head is fine, he answers quickly. Then he wrinkles his brow and regrets his wording. No, headache. Bad. Flu, maybe.

I got it, Laura writes. Don't worry.

"Mmph." Bucky lets out his breath. His nose drips, either watery mucous or fever sweat. Disgusting either way. He swipes it with his sleeve. Then his phone buzzes again in his hand.

I can be there in an hour. Take you to urgent care?

Bucky swallows down sourness again. Just the idea of the VA waiting area sets off his sense of distaste. Not sure it's worth it...

I don't trust the VA. Laura must be reading his mind. The kids' doc always has sick appointments. There can't possibly be enough patients around here to keep him busy.

Bucky stares at the message for a moment. A pediatrician? What is she thinking? He's not a kid. Maybe he needs handling like one sometimes, but... Bucky shakes his head, which hurts. Do you think I should?

There's a pause, then Laura's reply lands. Yes, she writes. I think so. I just have a feeling about this one.

Bucky's fingers tremble. Ok, he taps, grateful for the autofill offering him the choice response.

On my way.

Laura's there in 45 minutes. Bucky doesn't ask if she chose to speed on the highway. More than likely, she was further down the route than she admitted when she texted the first time. She knocks politely on the townhouse's front door, respecting Bucky's dislike of the doorbell.

It takes Bucky a minute to be ready to leave. Does he need a jacket? A box of Kleenex? Nothing extraneous. Shoes, though. Probably necessary.

"Sorry," he mumbles when he opens the door.

"Oh, James," Laura says softly. "Don't worry about it."

She reclines the passenger seat a few degrees and pulls out the seatbelt so Bucky can settle in the car before they get moving. "You ok? Feeling ready?"

"Um. I guess?" James wishes he felt more sure. His stomach seems to be wedged tightly between his lungs, constricting them against the tight slats of his ribcage. He swallows, for safety's sake, but the flow of gunk coating his esophagus remains in limbo, refusing to break off and go down all the way.

Laura takes her seat behind the wheel. "Tissues in the console. Bags in the glove box. And both kids and Clint have barfed in this car before, so whatever happens, it won't be revolutionary." She grins.

"Hm." Bucky gives a small nod. "Ok."

"I've changed diapers in the trunk before. And took the bleeding dog to the emergency vet in the back seat." Laura holds a straight face, then breaks into a wide smile again. "That was on a blanket, though."

It's two miles of loops and stoplights out of the suburbs to the main drag, then just a blitz and a turn to the expressway. Bucky feels Laura's eyes on him as she excellerates and moves the vehicle into the center lane.

"Doing alright?"

"Uh." Bucky's jawline feels fairly numb, but the touch of his knuckles under his chin clacks his teeth together, and that gives him a little faith. "Enough."

"You're going pale on me," Laura says. "Keep me in the look, ok?"

"Yeah..." He's fine. He's been going pale for months, Bucky thinks. It's the depression; it's the staying inside. He'll let Steve take him to a corporate golf scramble or something.

Bucky's gut moves uncomfortably. Scramble. Stupid. What is a golf scramble, anyway? Whacking balls down the green with frying pans? Bucky tries picturing it to distract himself. Probably after catered brunch...

"James?"

"Mm?" Bucky jerks his head up, and his stomach goes into free-fall as pressure builds behind his sinuses.

"I can hear you grinding your teeth." Laura reaches across him to open the glove compartment. "I have supplies. I'll pull off at the next exit. It's actually a trailhead with a place to stop and enjoy the view, so there's grass and gravel and every thing."

Bucky can't force out a sound. He can't draw breath. He manages to blink, and excess fluid drips down from the corners of his eyes.

Laura bats what appear to be several folded paper footballs out of the glove box. "Ugh. Sorry. I forgot Clint did that..." She pinches one by the corner and starts to shake it. Some of the folds release, and Bucky recognizes the crumpled Walmart logo.

He recognizes the horrible feelings inside his body, too. Bucky's too hot; he's prickling all over. He tries taking the bag from Laura, but overshoots and slaps it out of her hand. He struggles to do whatever he can to contain the mess he knows is coming, and he presses the still flat bag over his mouth like a crinkly handkerchief.

Sick slips everywhere, up Bucky's face to cover his cheeks, and down across his chin. The bag isn't absorbant in the slightest, and he's holding it too tightly against himself to let it be a barrier between the mess and everything else.

The second heave spills into Bucky's lap, and stinging bile spreads up into his eyes. He squeezes them shut and lets out an involuntary moan.

"James, it's ok." Laura puts her hand on Bucky's knee, which is drenched. "I'm pulling off right now."

Bucky feels the car swerve, leaving smooth asphalt and grinding to a slow stop in what can only be a parking lot in desperate need of repaving. The movement doesn't agree with him in the slightest, and it elicits another retch from deep within him.

"Breathe," Laura reminds him.

Bucky tries, but he inhales a bubble of mucous, and he breaks off hacking.

"It's ok." Laura thumps him on the back. "James, it's alright. I know you're feeling really bad."

Bucky forces out a sharp cough that moves his entire body, and he finally gets a gulp of bitter flavored air. "S-sorry," he gasps.

"No talking," Laura says gently.

Bucky breathes again. Then twice more. He strains against his seatbelt in an enormous dry heave, but only a thin line of saliva comes up.

"Keep breathing."

"'m done," Bucky whispers, his voice cracking. "'m done. Have to be done."

"Ok." Laura massages between Bucky's shoulder blades. "Why don't you give me that, then." She carefully takes the pitiful, dripping bag from between Bucky's fingers.

"O-oh." Bucky's eager to give it up, but he feels terrible for her to have to handle it at all. "I'm sor--"

"Hey, no apologies." Laura taps the button for the center console with her elbow. "There are tissues in there. Probably fast-food napkins as well." She gives Bucky a sad smile. "Why don't you start mopping yourself up, if you feel up to it? I'll get this in the bin where it belongs."

Bucky manages to get a single Kleenex wadded into his eye socket by the time Laura returns. He almost doesn't notice her reappearance, except that she starts piling napkins over the thighs of his jeans.

"Didn't get very far, I guess..." Bucky spit-talks, then wipes his mouth unceremoniously on his shoulder.

"No expectations." Laura expertly scoops away most of the visible dregs of Bucky's stomach contents, wads up the napkins, and drops them out the driver's-side door. "I'm littering. Don't tell anyone."

"I puked in your car," Bucky half laughs, half groans. "Don't tell anyone that."

"Mmm..." Laura tilts her head to one side. "Say to the doc that it happened before we left your house?"

Bucky hesitates. Catches her eye. Laura wears a dubious smile, but her eyes are genuine.

"Yeah," Bucky agrees gratefully. "Yeah. That's... yeah."

"Done deal." Laura pulls out another wad of napkins and gingerly reaches up to wipe Bucky's face. "This'll probably do it. Then do you think you feel up to getting back on the road?"

"I... I think so?" Bucky feels... not better, exactly. Better than he did. But disgusting nonetheless.

"There's a rest stop, a nature preserve, and a National Park before we get to Paris. As it exists on the map, with, you know, buildings and such."

"Ok." Bucky nods slowly. He gets her drift. "I think I can manage that," he says.

"Ok, then." Laura offers Bucky half of the napkins in her hand. "Let's manage it together."

[ohwowreallycool]

Let’s Rest

SUMMARY: You’re just having a really bad day and Bucky wants to know how to help.

WARNINGS: some language.

After waking up twenty minutes late, brushing your teeth turned into an Olympic sport while you pulled out an old ‘stand by’ outfit. You shoved a granola bar in your bag and rushed out the door.

“y/n, you’re late.” Your boss scolded over her glasses. Honestly how did she even know you were late, was she waiting at your desk or something? “This happens again and there will be . . . disciplinary actions.”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand.” Sliding behind your desk, dodging the glares and cold shoulders your coworkers suddenly had. Propping your elbows up on the edge and catching your forehead in your palms you wondered what had happened to your alarm. It’s never messed up before. Shaking away your confusion, you unlock the computer and start going through some emails.

Ms. y/l/n,

Please come by my office and see me before you go out to lunch.

-Randy

Randy was your direct supervisor. A really nice guy and everything. Probably was just adding onto your responsibilities. When he fired someone, you usually were called on to pick up all the slack. At this point you were working about four position and still only being paid for the one. You worked away the first half of the day before stopping by Randy’s office on your way to lunch – purse already in hand.

“y/n, I’m sorry but there just isn’t any more money in the budget. I had no other choice.”

“But I-“

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do. Please collect your things and go.” Randy had given that speech before. Hell, you had heard him give that speech before. You never dreamed he would be giving you that speech, though. The room still spinning, you got up and walked out the office. Heading towards the front door your gaze was fixed on your shoes – still processing had just happened.

It’s okay, you though, I’ll get through this and everything will work out. I’m just going to put this behind me and deal with it tomorrow. Besides, I’ve got a hot date tonight. You smiled at yourself. Tonight was date night with Bucky. Even though you had been dating for a while now, having a standing date night provided some much-needed stability. Tonight was his turn to plan everything. You didn’t know exactly what he had planned but, after hours of begging, he gave you a hint. Three words: ankles, tongue, and chocolate.

CLANK! Your car started bouncing along the road as you pulled over to the shoulder.

“You’ve got to be f-“ you cut yourself off with a laugh, “Of course.” Shaking your head in disbelief of the flat tire in front of your eyes. Just what this day needed. After rolling up your sleeves and popping the trunk to get the spare, you realized you never refilled the old spare that was sitting flat in your trunk, now. Cursing under your breath you ripped out your phone and called a tow truck,

“Hi, I need a tow truck . . . I have a flat tire.”

“Sure thang, hun, it’s a two hour wait but you’re on the list.”

You sat in your car for two and a half hours waiting on that damned tow truck. Once he finally got there, you had to sit in his cab on the way back home. His filthy, disgusting, garbage filled cab.

You grabbed the mail on your way inside. Flipping through the water bill, a shut off notice from the electric company, and some adds from the local Grab ‘n Go, you found a First Class envelope addressed to you,

Ms. y/l/n,

Thank you for being patient with us during these trying times. Everyone is experiencing an unprecedented amount of change and transition right now.

While it is our mission to serve the public, we regret to inform you that we cannot accept you into the Business College of our University at this time. While you have excellent references and outstanding achievements, we only have a limited number of openings this semester to fill. Please submit your application again next semester.

You dropped the letter and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Propping yourself against the counter you studied the sink.

“Gorgeous!” a smile thick enough to hear on his voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist and started kissing your neck. “I’ve got the quiet the plans for us. First we’re gonna-“ What a shitty day. You had such high hopes for the day and it all got blown to hell because of the damn alarm clock! You felt him stop kissing your neck, “Sweetheart you okay?” he pulled away from you and turned you to face him. He studied your eyes that filled with water at the genuine concern painted across his face, “Hey,” he lifted your chin when you started to look away and wiped a tear from your cheek, “crappy day?”

You laughed through the annoyance of the day. Through the though of having no income. Through the smell of cheap fires in the cab of the tow truck. Through the rejection in that letter.

“I, I just.” You began before having to stop in an attempt to compose yourself.

“Just tell me what you need.” You looked into his eyes. He was serious. It wasn’t a line. He really wanted to know what to do to help you.

“Honey, I love you . . . more than you could ever know . . . more than I could even tell you. And tonight, I know we had plans. I know they were hot and sexy and beautiful plans, but I just need you tonight. I need you to wrap me up in your arms. I need to feel your weight against me, to feel safe curled against your chest. I need to know you’re here. To know that nothing can hurt me when your beside me. I need to smell you. Not just when you’re passing by and I catch a slight scent – no I need to breath you in. I need to rest with you.”

“I’m sorry . . . our plans–“

“No,” wrapping a piece of your hair behind your ear, “let’s rest.”

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[b-chansbbygirl]

Avengers Pokémon Rap!

[wizardstove]

not Wandavision and Falcon and Winter Soldier having us go insane bc of a white man

[lovedrugsandmoredrugs]

b u c k y b a r n e s / w i n t e r s o l i d e r

[pinkie-pie-barbie]

Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Me whenever Sam and Bucky are at the cameras focus:

That bromance owns my heart

[the-walking-daryl]

Help please!

Some time ago I began reading a Bucky x reader fic called Bucky’s pet or something along those lines. Where Hydra is doing experiments on the reader and the experiments backfired causing them to toss her to their winter soldier..The thing is the fic wasn’t completed and I lost it before I could read how it ends...Does anyone happen to have heard of this fic and could steer me in the right direction as to where to find it that would be greatly appreciated.

[wizardstove]

period

okay but now i’m angry at steve all over again for having the audacity to fuck off back into the past and leave bucky, his best friend in the world, to adjust to the modern world and deal with his ptsd alone when steve knows from experience how hard that is to go through on your own

[zipstick]

i have watched episode 1 of the falcon and the winter solier. i have one (1) thought.

THIS IS NOT AMERICA’S ASS

[ordinaryschmuck]

I’m thinking about reviewing--

--after I finish my The Falcon and the Winter Solier review. Is that something y’all would be up for? Or should I stick with my original quick thoughts review for--

[autumn-rain-asset]

Ok so I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, let me know what ya think!

•So is a marvel x miraculous ladybug crossover right?

•OC has been brought up in The Red Room like Natasha

•once she becomes a Black Widow at a young age, she is captured hired by HYDRA and goes through cryostasis with the Winter Solier(and goes on missions with him as well)

•one day she is woken up and told that she will be going on a mission with the Asset that will take longer than others

•upon her confusion the simply tell her that she’ll get the details after her mind wiping correction.

•OC and Asset are sent to Paris to gather the miraculous as HYDRA has gotten word that that is where the miracle box was last located during the war.

•origin episode time~! OC is set to go to school and is initially strict and only think about the mission

•however she sees a studio on her way to first day of school. A dance studio. Doing ballet to be exact.

•and suddenly there’s a glitch in HYDRAS mind wiping

•because all the girls in The Red Room were sent there to perfect their ballet dancing... right?

•OC forgets mission and things are getting confusing but something inside of her starts auto pioleting to the school

•on the way she sees a old man cowering away from a group of thugs who are trying to get money off of him. And she decides to save him.

•in return, she gets the dragon miraculous for her fierceness in protecting others simply because she can and “why not? It’s what anyone would’ve done.”

•(you see where I’m going with this?)

•throughout the story HYDRA asks for the mission report only for OC to always be “malfunctioning” and must constantly be brought to their French base to be “corrected”

•over time the Soldier starts falling out of line as well

•the whole story is filled with drama and secrets; and OC and her “father”(Winter Soldier) disappear all of a sudden(Captain America:Civil War) and the friends that OC has slowly let in are all frantically worried for her (though a certain black cat is the most worried)

•Winter goes into hiding in a different country and sends OC(who is basically his adopted daughter at this point) back to France because no one would expect her to go back there.

•cue worried classmates all being relieved that she’s back safely while Lila tries to take credit for her safe return. OC, who is done with all the crap that she been through lately, would firmly put down Lilas claims by telling her that she didn’t even know where she was and so how could she possibly given her a safe return unless she was having an affair with her dad?

•more drama from there~

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Could you possibly write a bucky x fem reader where he is either roleplaying or he is triggered as The Winter Solier?

Sorry. Requests are closed right now.

[shipxrecs]

"Somethin' bout you"

By: missandrogony

Platform: Ao3

Url: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6606706

Bio: "Of all the government agents in the world, Louis just had to go and land the most charming one"

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Tags: Altenate universe- thieves, kidnapping, casino heist au, references to Stockholm Syndrome, (not the song), but it's not a dark fic, sexual content, vibrators, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, dom/sub undertones, slight CaptainAmerica: the Winter Solier spoilers, sexual tension, sort of slow burn

Word count: 59,855

Chapters: 4/4

[broccococcoli]

what if the clone Shiro isn't a clone but the real Shiro and they just. winter-solier-style brainwashed him to react and become complacent whem give specific code words.