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sacredsorceress · 4 years ago

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Lovers’ Quarrel || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: when you married your brother’s best friend in 1941, the two of you had always promised to stick together and you did just that- even following him to wakanda where you trained alongside the dora milaje. When you find out that bucky’s released zemo from prison behind your back... needless to say you’re pissed.

a/n: okay i absolutely loved this request so much @missroro. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, reader and bucky fighting

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You were pissed to say the least.

You couldn’t understand why your husband would keep something so big such a secret from you. You had spent seventy years in ice for those you loved. You had become a super soldier for those you loved. You had spent two years off the grid in hiding for those you loved... and your husband couldn’t even tell you the truth? You would have tried to understand- helped him even- but he had chosen instead to keep you in the dark, leaving you to find out about his actions second hand from those who felt just as betrayed as you.

As you stood in the threshold of the room, spotting the five men, you could feel almost nothing but rage coursing through your veins. The tension was so thick in the room, you swore you could cut it with a knife... but you decided that a spear would do.

Throwing your arm back and tossing the spear forward, you watched as it stuck itself into the column between Sam and John Walker- the man posing as your brother.

When the spear collided with the wall, everyone’s eyes immediately snapped onto you and you could of sworn it almost felt good to watch the fear in your husband and Sam’s eyes when they spotted you, knowing just by the look on your face that they had messed up... and you weren’t one to let things like that slide.

“Y/n-” Bucky began.

With a straight face you turned your head to the side, unable to look at him, instead turning your attention to the Dora Milaje as they entered the apartment.

“Even if he is a means to your end... time’s up.” Ayo spoke in Xhosa before switching to English. “Release him to us now.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you remained steadfast, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

“Hi. John Walker.” The new Cap attempted to introduce himself. “Captain America.”

Although you were enraged beyond compare upon finding out that the government had chosen a new man to take your brother’s place, you almost wanted to laugh at how poorly he was handling the situation.

When neither of the two women in front of him said anything, he continued.

“Well , uh.” John said. “Let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

God, he was handling this poorly, wasn’t he? You would find it funny if he wasn’t so incredibly ignorant.

“Hey, John, take it easy.” Sam said looking between you and the two other women in the room. “You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.” John insisted.

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.”

Rather than standing to the side and allowing the group of skilled warriors to take what- or rather who- they wanted and leave, Walker couldn’t help but instigate.

As soon as his hand landed on Ayo’s shoulder, you knew he would regret that decision.

Immediately the two women began fighting- one taking on John Walker and the other Lemar. You had known the women long enough to know that they could handle the situation themselves without breaking a sweat. Still standing in the doorway, you crossed your arms watching as one began choking Lemar with her spear, the other sticking her spear into Steve’s... John’s shield.

Quickly glancing over to the other men, you caught Bucky and Sam staring at you on the sidelines, whispering to one another. As soon as you caught their line of vision you glanced away, focusing once again on the fight taking place in front of you.

Right as Ayo held her spear above John, fear written all over his face, Bucky stepped in, pulling Ayo back. Recalling why you were there in the first place, you immediately uncrossed your arms, striding over to the other side of the room, able to feel the rage flowing through your veins.

Pulling your spear from the wall, you marched up to your husband pulling him away from Ayo.

“Y/n,” He eased. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Oh you want to talk about it?” You asked, shoving him backwards with the spear. “That’s funny, Buck.”

Dodging your blows, not wanting to fight you, Bucky continued backing up and reaching for the spear to keep the metal from meeting his skin.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” He exclaimed.

Pushing harder with the spear, you grunted, kicking him to subsequently shove him back against the counter.

You asked yourself if he really thought saying ‘sorry’ would work. You knew your husband wasn't dumb enough to believe that there would be no consequences for breaking Helmut Zemo out of prison- a man who not only caused the split of the Avengers, but also killed the king of Wakanda- a place full of people who had shown you and your husband nothing but kindness. They had given Bucky a new chance at life and had given you the opportunity to train among the most expert fighters you had ever met- the Dora Milaje. They had given both of you more than you could have asked for when your life went sideways eighty years ago. So when you had received the call that Bucky had broken Zemo out of prison you could barely believe it.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Buck!” You shouted.

Knocking him back one last time, you recalled what they had taught you back in Wakanda when Bucky had first received his new arm- a trick you had hoped never to have to use, but as you stood there fighting your husband, anger fueling you in a way you had felt only a few times before, you didn’t see another way.

Moving your hand in the exact pattern you had learned years ago along where his shoulder met his chest, you listened as the the metal clicked and watched as his vibranium arm fell to the ground beside him, Bucky looking up at you with his eyes wide.

You had to shove back the part of you that felt your heart break in your chest watching the look of betrayal in his eyes. Recalling why the two of you were in this position in the first place, you stood up straighter, clearing your throat.

“You are sleeping on the couch tonight, Mr. Barnes.”

Holding the spear straight beside you, you turned your attention to Ayo who opened the doors to the bathroom, only to find Zemo missing. Instructing the other warrior to drop Cap’s shield, the two women left, leaving you behind with the four remaining men in the room.

Shoving past your husband, you dropped your spear onto the ground, making your way over to Sam and smacked him across the back of his head.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “What was that for? Don’t get me involved in your little lovers’ quarrel.”

“Lovers’ quarrel?” You asked him, laughing. “I’ve been Mrs. Barnes for eighty-two years, Sam. I’ve put up with a lot of shit, but don’t act like you two didn’t just break a criminal out of prison. A criminal who- need I remind you- tried to brainwash Bucky and killed King T’Chaka.”

“Don’t look at me.” Sam said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That was all Bucky.”

Immediately your eyes snapped back to your husband who was standing across the room, attaching his vibranium arm to his shoulder once again.

“Thanks, Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

Before any of the rest of you could say anything, the voice from the other side of the room caught your attention. Following the voice you saw John Walker huddled against the table, his friend reaching his hand out to him.

“They weren’t even super soldiers.” He mumbled, staring off into the distance.

Despite the fact that you still didn’t approve of the ‘new’ Captain America, you felt your heart tug in your chest as you watched the man break down over to the side. You felt sorry for him. You knew better than any other living person the weight the shield and legacy carried being both the adopted sister of Steve himself and the wife of his best friend.

Although you were pained watching a new man undermine your brother’s legacy, you couldn’t help but pity him.

Making your way over to John you reached out your hand to him. Looking up you could finally see the recognition in his eyes, realizing who you were. Immediately he took your hand, pulling himself to his feet.

“You’re-” He started.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this, Walker.” You said, before making your way over to the couch. “No one wins a fight against the Dora Milaje. I got my ass handed to me every day that I trained with them.”

Despite the fact that you were telling the truth- you lost to each one every time you fought- you enjoyed every second of it. It was a relief.

After discovering that your husband, Bucky, was still alive after decades apart, you couldn’t stand to let him out of your sight again. When Steve had brought Bucky to Wakanda with the hope of clearing his brain of the programming he had endured under Hydra, you followed him there. Despite the fact that your husband was in your arms once again, you couldn’t help the thoughts that took over your mind every day- everything that you all had lost, the memories of what you had endured and the worry that Bucky would never be the same again.

The pain of being knocked around by a member of the Dora Milaje’s spear was almost therapeutic.

Rather than replying, Lemar pat his friend on the back, nodding to the rest of you within the room before guiding his shaken friend out the door of the apartment.

“You’re being too friendly with him, Y/n.” Bucky said.

Snapping your head to the side you glared at your husband.

“What are you? Jealous?” You asked.

Rather than answer you, Bucky crossed his arms.

“I just think you’re being a little too nice to the guy that’s ruining Steve’s name-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you pushed yourself off of the couch, striding over to your husband, shoving your finger into his chest.

“Don’t tell me how to feel, James.” You told him seriously. “He was my brother. I wouldn’t have chosen that guy to take on Steve’s name either, but don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who fucked up and lied about going on this mission with Sam. Do you know what it felt like to get a call from Ayo to find out that you not only lied to me, but you betrayed the people who have been nothing but kind to us?”

Staring at you, he could tell how not only angry you were, but also distraught. The both of you had gone through hell and back and Bucky was thankful every day that even after all these years he was able- by some miracle- to still find you eighty years after the two of you had supposedly died. He had suffered through so much and done so many things he could barely look at himself in the mirror for, but at the end of the day you continued to not only be there for him, but to love him anyway.

A part of him felt awful for not telling you- he hated lying to you and you had every right to know- but after your brother had left the two of yours’ lives, he didn’t want to put any further strain on you than you had already endured.

He knew once he freed Zemo that you would find out, but as you stood in front of him he almost wish he hadn’t so you wouldn't be feeling this type of way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Bucky said. “I didn't... after everything with Steve I didn’t want to get you involved. You deserved a break, doll.”

Relaxing your shoulders, you sighed, resting your hand on his bicep.

“And what about you, Buck?” You asked. “Don’t you deserve a break?”

“That’s different, Y/n.” He said. “I need this. You know I do.”

You knew he did. You had been there while his guilt kept him up at night, waking him up after only a few hours of what you could barely call rest. You knew that his past had been eating away at him, especially since Steve left, and that doing something wholly good might bring him some semblance of peace.

“I know.” You said, meeting his eyes. “So I’m going to help you. We’re in this together, Buck, okay?”

Despite the fact that he wanted to keep you as far away from danger as he could- something he could never manage considering you had been fighting alongside the Avengers since before he had even gained his memory back- he knew he couldn’t say no to you.

“Alright.” He agreed.

Gently squeezing his arm you gave him a soft smile.

“Glad to see you guys are good.” Sam quipped. “Incase you forgot Zemo’s now on the loose and the back of my head stings like hell.”

Smiling and turning to, Sam, you playfully swat his arm.

“Please.” You laughed. “Big, strong guy like you? You barely felt that.”

“Listen I’m not a super soldier like you two.” He said, pointing between you and Bucky. “Remind me not to mess with your kids some day. Last thing I need is getting knocked out by some kid with two super soldiers for parents.”

“We should go find Zemo.” Bucky said clearing his throat, changing the subject.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “He couldn’t have gotten too far. Let’s go.”

Not one to argue, Sam threw his hands up in the air, leading the way out of the door of Zemo’s apartment. As your foot was about to cross the door, however, you felt Bucky’s hand wrap around your arm, pulling you to the side.

“So do I still have to sleep on the couch tonight?” Bucky asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, patting the side of his cheek before laughing. “You’re not getting out of this one that at easily.”

Watching from his spot on the steps as you picked up the pace to catch up with Sam, he crossed his arms smiling to himself. Steve was right when he said that he was going to be okay... as long as he was with you, how couldn’t he be?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb

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thorinoakcnshield · 4 years ago

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I don’t know, family, stability. The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out.

#prev. captainvalkyries #steve rogers #captain america #marveledit #steverogersedit #chrisevansedit #chris evans #age of ultron #my gifs #the avengers #dailymarvelheroes

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thestuffedalligator · 5 years ago

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On a small farm outside of a small town in Canada, a horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers on horseback rode out through a hole in time and space.

One of them had a thick leather glove, on which a golden eagle perched. Its handler reached up, slipped the little hood off the eagle’s head, and flicked his wrist. It took off, caught a thermal, soared in a lazy arc, dove, spread its talons forward, and then hit a window with a thunk.

Daniel DiSebastian, who was fifteen and on the other side of the window, stared. The eagle had managed to sink its talons into the mesh of the window screen before it stunned itself. It was hanging upside down. Over it, Dan saw a horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers standing in formation in his neighbour’s field.

He stared for a moment longer. Curiosity won over self-preservation, and he walked out onto the porch of the house for a better view.

There was a ripping noise, the sound of panicked flapping, and something huge and tawny swooped low over Dan’s head. He ducked and only just managed to see the golden eagle fly in a wide circle back towards the horde of waiting soldiers. He heard a distant shout. Then two-hundred-and-forty of the soldiers drew their bows and fired into the air, creating a screaming cloud of arrows that blotted out the sun before raining down in a lethal shower.

Eighty-seven of these arrows hit Dan.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. When he did, the horde was already gone.

Eleven months later, Dan was mostly sure that whatever had happened that day eleven months ago had not, in fact, happened.

He was very happy to accept that it hadn’t happened until he walked into a Tim Hortons for a coffee and a donut and walked out to find a golden eagle perched on the sign for the drive-through.

Dan blinked. The eagle blinked. It took off with a heavy thump of wings, and Dan noticed the four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers on horseback in the parking lot.

There was a whistling noise. Dan was hit by one-hundred-and-seventy-nine-arrows.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. The horde was gone again. One of them had stolen his donut.

It was already dark when Dan and Cameron Burnaby walked out of the theatre.

“God, what a bad movie,” she laughed. Her breath came out in puffs of vapour in the November air.

“Like not even so bad it’s good,” Dan said. “It’s so bad it goes all around the world and crosses back into bad.”

“It’s supposed to be the last one, right?”

“That’s what I heard?”

Another puff of laughter. “Hope,” Cameron Burnaby said, grinning. “That’s what you hope.”

A huge bird took off from the sign over the theatre. Cameron Burnaby oohed at the sight and watched as it flew away.

Dan looked at her. This was nice. It was slow, but it was nice. It was nevertheless slightly spoiled by the little anxious voice that banged around in his hindbrain. It had been a year since his last attack. It was bound to happen eventually, and he had no idea how to bring it up in conversation. ‘So, I see you like the Mongolian beef and broccoli. Speaking of Mongolia, have I ever told you that I’ve been killed by Mongols four times?’

He had to tell her. But maybe he didn’t. Maybe they were done. It had been a whole year. Maybe killing him four times was enough for them. Surely killing somebody once was enough for most people, right?

Cameron Burnaby turned back at him and grinned. “So!” she said. “Was it the worst horror movie you’ve ever seen?”

He shook himself out of a vision of archers on horseback. “Nope, not even,” he said, walking forward again. “There was this one movie that came out last year. It’s about a guy who kidnaps tourists and turns them into walruses, it’s amazingly—”

Dan slipped on the ice. His leg flew up from underneath him. He felt sudden weightlessness and there was a crack as he landed on the sidewalk.

Everything hurt. Stars flashed across his vision. They faded to reveal the face of Cameron Burnaby, mittens clasped over her mouth. “Are you okay?” she asked.

No, Dan thought. “Yep,” Dan groaned. He pulled himself up onto his elbows. “Trust me, I’ve had worse.”

Cameron Burnaby offered him a hand. He took it, she pulled him up to his feet, and the two were suddenly standing much closer than he had expected.

Dan swallowed. He was suddenly aware of a thousand tiny details. The snowflakes that hung in her hair. The freckles on her nose. The shape of her lips. The terror in her eyes which were looking at something just over and past his shoulder.

He was briefly aware of seventeen arrows hitting the back of his skull.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. Cameron Burnaby was retching in the snow.

“What the fuck was that?!” she finally said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a mitten.

Dan considered a variety of responses. He decided that they all sounded stupid. He settled for the only one he knew was accurate. “A horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers,” he sighed.

“They – you—” She gestured wildly. “Your face.”

Dan winced and eased himself onto the sidewalk. “I didn’t want you to see that,” he said.

There was a pause. “Has this happened before?” Cameron Burnaby asked.

Dan thought. “Yeah,” he said. “Five times, counting this one.”

“So this is just a thing that happens.”

“It – yeah,” he said. “I think so. It is.”

Cameron Burnaby nodded. “Oh. Okay.”

Another pause. A car drove past. Cameron Burnaby stood up. “I’m going to go.”

Dan nodded. “Right,” he said. “Some other time?”

There was no answer. Dan closed his eyes. He laid down on the sidewalk and listened to the crunch of snow under boots until they died away. Snowflakes landed on his face, tiny pinpricks of cold which stung and faded almost instantly as they melted.

There was a thump. Dan opened his eyes and looked over. There was a golden eagle standing there, twisting its head to glare at Dan.

Dan glared back. “I hate you,” he said. “I really, deeply hate you.”

The eagle, apparently satisfied with the answer, took off.

Another two-hundred-and-forty arrows sprouted from the sky.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. Physically, at least.

Dan had made the account because it had been five years since his date with Cameron Burnaby.

He looked it over again. The picture wasn’t great – he had tried several different angles and decided that he just didn’t have any good angles – but he was at least a little proud of the summary. Bi fella seeking someone to run from these time-travelling Mongol hordes with. Is that a metaphor? Contact me now to find out. Likes: coffee shops, people watching, history podcasts, dislikes: horses, arrows, people on horses with arrows, the CW show Arrow.

It was a long and glorious joke. Just like him.

He closed the app when he reached his car. He needed to drive. He didn’t have a specific location in mind. He just needed to drive somewhere. Anywhere.

Sometimes on drives like this, he’d drown out his thoughts with gory history podcasts. This time he let his mind wander.

Here he was. Daniel DiSebastian, twenty-four, killed by time-travelling Mongols twelve times. The butt of some cosmic running gag. Living in a cheap, empty condo in the city.

He turned a corner. Even the streets were empty this late at night.

Supposed to be empty. Dan turned onto the highway and was faced with a horde of four-hundred thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers.

The car squealed to a stop. Dan stared. He’d studied – or at least, he’d listened to a few podcasts about the Mongols. They could pull back the string of a one-hundred-and-sixty-pound bow twelve times a minute and could carry one-hundred-and-fifty arrows in a quiver.

A part of his brain wondered what they could do to a 2004 Chrysler Sebring.

The rest of his brain said: Fuck it.

What happened next happened very quickly. Dan heard the engine scream as he floored the gas. He heard one-hundred-and-twelve arrows drum on the roof of the car. He saw another twelve as they punched through the windshield. Through the web of cracks he thought he saw movement, saw the cavalry part like a sea.

Then he was in the middle of the horde. Horses and men and spears were tangled around him, a whirlwind of screams and smells. He felt the car lurch as it ran over something. A few bodies threw themselves onto the hood of the car and were thrown off. Something landed with a thump on his roof.

And then he was on the other side.

The car screamed through the dark until it found its way back to the parking lot of his condo. Dan parked quickly, threw open a door, ran out, and retched onto the asphalt.

“Who’s the joke now!” he screamed between gags. “I’M DANIEL MOTHERFUCKING DISEBASTIAN!”

The parking lot echoed his name. His breath was ragged, and his throat burned. He felt his heartbeat slow to the point that he could make out individual beats, and then he noticed the arrow stuck in his sternum.

He touched it gingerly. “Oh fuck,” he hissed. He tried to pull it out. “Fuck me, seriously.”

Something went thump behind him. Dan turned. A thirteenth-century Mongol soldier had let go of the roof of his car.

He was holding a curved knife.

Dan died slowly.

It was, he decided, a lot worse than dying instantly.

So here he was. Daniel DiSebastian, twenty-four, lying on the asphalt, killed by time-travelling Mongols thirteen times. He stared up at the sky, trying to see stars through the haze of the city.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. A profile picture of a man with a beard and a tattooed feather on his neck had sent him a message.

I’ll bite. Is it a metaphor?

Dan looked at the profile picture. He looked up at the sky. He wiggled his thumbs in thought before he tapped out a response. That’s a great question.

Their first date was that Saturday.

They went to an old book shop. They bought each other a book. Theo had bought Dan a copy of The Song of Achilles, and Dan had almost managed not to laugh, and promised Theo that he’d explain the joke later.

They walked out of the shop together.

The sun was blotted out.

Dan died instantly.

He woke to the sound of running feet.

Panic started to seize up in his chest – oh god they were here they wanted to crush their enemies and see them driven before them and hear the lamentations of the women – when he heard the shrieking giggle.

Panic paused. Mongols didn’t giggle. Did they? No, not as far as he knew. So it wasn’t Mongols. Who giggles? Kids?

The kids across the hall. Of his apartment. Yes. This was fine.

Adrenaline sizzled on contact with relief and boiled into seething indignation. “Somebody’s daddy should have been castrated,” he muttered.

Theo twisted beside him. “It’s like, eleven in the morning, babe.”

Dan glared at the stucco surface of the ceiling. “Fine,” he said. “They get a pass. This time.”

Theo snorted. He turned his phone of with a click, and he rolled to wrap his arm over Dan’s chest. “Don’t get maaad at them,” he said, nuzzling his chin into Dan’s neck.

“I’ll get as maaad as I want,” Dan said, the whine of the defeated.

An hour later, Dan pulled on his pants. “Remind me what we need again?”

“No, I’ll go with you,” Theo said. “I can’t trust you to buy groceries anymore.”

“Rude.”

“Rude and true. We still have fifteen bags of Tostitos.”

Dan sighed. “Is that just going to be a thing now?” he asked. “The Tostitos Incident?”

“I already have your tombstone planned. ‘Here Lies Daniel DiSebastian. He Once Bought Twenty Bags of Tostitos Chips By Accident.” Theo wiggled his fingers in the air to draw quotation marks around the words ‘By Accident.’ “We Don’t Know How It Happened Either.”

Dan wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, it’ll look great next to yours. ‘Here Lies Theodore Oliveira, Stung By Bees Forty-Five Times Specifically On The Crotch.”

“Now hold on.”

“We Don’t Know How It Happened, But We Can Guess!”

Theo shook his head. “Cool,” he said. “Cool, cool, cool. So because I learned a thing about Cleopatra, I’m the guy who wants a vibrator made of bees.”

Dan shrugged as he pulled his coat on. “I mean, you seemed pretty keen about it.”

“Fuck you, Tostitos.”

“Mm. Love you too, Cleo.”

When they were in the parking lot, Theo said, “You know I love you too, right?”

Dan looked over. “Yes?” he said. “We’ve been living together for a year, babe.”

“I know, I know. It’s just—”

“If you didn’t then I’m shit at reading signals.”

Theo grinned. “Yeah, your Bi-dar is total garbage.”

“I can’t connect to the Bi-Fi.”

“You need some…” Theo grimaced. “Bi-focals? To see who’s attracted to you?”

“That was terrible, Theo.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get bi.”

Dan snorted. “Jesus Christ. Anyways. You were saying?”

Theo shrugged. “I dunno. I said fuck you, and you said love you, and…” He blew the air out of his cheeks. “This is the longest I’ve been in a relationship, and I think I know what’s normal for us? But sometimes I’m not sure I know.”

Dan laughed, grabbed the lapels of Theo’s jacket, pulled him down and kissed him. “Fuck, I don’t know either. But I haven’t been normal in years, Theo. This is a ‘not normal’ I can take.”

Theo smiled. “How’re you feeling today, by the way?”

“Good!” Dan grinned. “I’m feeling good.”

There was a thump. Dan looked over and saw a golden eagle take off from the tailgate of a parked truck.

“Actually, hold that thought,” he said, taking a couple steps back.

Two-hundred-and-thirty-nine arrows came screaming out of the sky.

Dan died instantly.

He got better. He heard Theo asking if he was okay.

“Please tell me you saved the donuts,” he muttered.

There was a pause. “Y’know, you keep saying that, and I’ve never actually seen them steal anything from you.”

Dan screwed open an eye to glare. It didn’t last. Theo was squatting on the pavement next to him with his chin in his hand and a smile crinkling the corners of his mouth, and goddammit, he was cute.

He tried anyways. “Excuse you, how many times have you been killed by thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers?”

Theo shrugged. “Exactly zero,” he admitted. “But I’ve seen you get killed by thirteenth-century Mongol soldiers three times now, and I have the benefit of watching what they do while you’re out of it.”

“Oh, what, so someone else stole that donut? Some asshole was like, ‘Oh dope, a dead kid and a donut, yoink!’”

Theo grinned. “I’ve seen weirder things happen.”

Dan stared up at the sky. “Y’know what?” he said. “Totally fair.”

Dan got up and lived.

At least until eight months later. But he’d get better.

#narrativia #fantasy #writing #fantasy writing #absurdism #posting an old story because #look #i've had a bad day #i just want to post a story i know is good

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metalbvcky · 4 years ago

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Back in May, I made my first Stucky Ficrec post and months later, I’ve decided to make another since this fandom is hella talented. There’s a little over two dozen fics down below ranging from 10k-100k+ and everything’s categorized.

Do note that lot of these are Modern AU’s (I love those) and most of them are smutty. (yes hello, an asexual here who enjoys smut so very much) Also heed the tags once you click the link(s). Other than that, enjoy!!!

Key: ♥ = My personal favorites, S = Smut, DS = Dom/Sub

a) CANON UNIVERSE

If You're Reading This, Steve Rogers by fallendarlings Words: 39,273 | Post/Canon Divergence 2012 Avengers/TWS, Recovery, Slow Burn

Nobody tells Steve it's okay to cry.

Nobody touches him.

Nobody remembers Steve Rogers is a person under the mantle. It's okay. He hasn't felt like a person since he watched Bucky fall.

don't threaten me with a good time ♥ by canistakahari - Words 10,106 | Post-TWS, Sick!Fic, Sick!Bucky, Cabin Fic

Steve's taken him on vacation to a cabin in Canada in the middle of winter, so it's obviously the perfect time for his body to go haywire. Bucky is determined to stick it out, though, partly because he's a stubborn bastard, but mostly because he feels some kinda way about Steve.

Higher Ground by EmilianaDarling - Words: 13,002 | Post-TWS, S, DS (undertones), Top!Bucky, Bottom!Steve

“S’okay,” Bucky murmurs quietly, and Steve sucks in a sharp breath at the brush of Bucky’s lips against his ear, his breath hot against the side of Steve’s neck. There’s a hint of a grin in Bucky’s voice; amused affection and confidence and something heated beneath it all, a familiar tone from so long ago that makes Steve’s heart clench and his cock twitch helplessly in his jeans.

“S’okay, Stevie,” he says again, and Steve can feel the curl of Bucky’s lips against his throat when he smiles. His metal thumb is rubbing circles on Steve’s shoulder. “M’gonna take care of you.”

A year and a half after the events of The Winter Soldier, Steve's been acting recklessly. Bucky deals with it as best he can.

The Simple Life ♥ from The Simple Life Series by howler32557038 - Words: 114,329 (Series Total: 337,273 + ongoing) | Canon Universe, MPreg, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky

"The simple life."

"You'll get there one day."

"I don't know. Family, stability...The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out."

Bucky wants to be part of Steve's life. He wants to be an Avenger. He wants to be a good partner. Unfortunately, sometimes that means not telling Steve everything.

a road less traveled by Claudia_flies, cyclamental art (cyclamental),maichan, zilia - Words: 75,396 | 2012 Timeline AU, Post-Avengers 2012 (Endgame Divergence), Domestic Avengers, Recovering!Bucky

Steve wakes up on the cold stone floor of the foyer. He scrambles up; there’s glass shards everywhere and they crunch under his gloved hands. People are staring, holding themselves back. They must have seen the fight, must have seen two of him.

His own voice rings in his head.

“Bucky is alive!”

Kept Safe by Whendoestheshipsail (restricted to AO3 users only) - Words: 54,419 | S, DS, BDSM

Steve and Bucky are friends. Best Friends. If asked, Bucky would say he knows absolutely everything about Steve. Except when it comes to sex. Steve lives such a monastic existence that Bucky doesn't know if he likes girls, boys, or none of the above. For all he knows, Steve may have no interest in sex whatsoever.

But then a mission goes wrong, Steve is bleeding out from a wound to the femoral artery and Bucky is trying to stop the bleeding when his hand brushes against metal. Where there most definitely shouldn't be metal. Or a padlock. And most definitely not a torturously small cage.

48 hours by Whendoestheshipsail (restricted to AO3 users only) - Words: 25,894 | Post-CW, S, DS, Top!Bucky, Bottom!Steve

Steve is keeping it together. No one would say he's keeping it together well, but he's getting by. Mission after mission, he goes back to his apartment in Wakanda and breaks down. Then he watches Bucky sleep and tries to not notice how everyone looks at him like he's the saddest bastard that ever lived.

But, this time is different. This time, Steve goes back to his apartment post-mission and Bucky is awake, out of cryo and making them dinner in Steve's kitchen. The breakdown is still happening. Bucky isn't pleased, but he does have a plan. For 48 hours after every mission, Steve is going to let Bucky take care of him or he's going to be on Steve's next mission. He can't risk losing Bucky again. Which should make the decision simple.

It isn't simple.

The Sex Therapist ♥ by Whendoestheshipsail (restricted to AO3 users only) - Words: 179,941 | S, DS, DKink, Top!Bucky, Bottom!Steve, Current/Past Steve/Sharon

Sharon has given him an ultimatum- either go to sex therapy or it's over. Sex therapy sounds like normal therapy but more humiliating and expensive. It's total BS. He will go because she's making him, but he will also make everyone's lives miserable (Yeah, including his own) and never return again.

Do they have a lot of sex? No. Does Sharon want more sex? Yes. Does Steve do his best? Yeah, actually, he does. He can get it up, he just needs time. Alone. There's... preparation involved. It's not like one just 'is' aroused.

He can't explain it. And he won't. He definitely won't tell Bucky what exactly he thinks about to get worked up enough to screw his girlfriend.

Found My Place in Time - Cap_D, humapuma - Words: 12,492 | Post-EG (Divergence, duh) S, Fluff, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky

“Buck,” he heard Steve say, “wake up. We’re here.” Bucky opened his eyes and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out of his back. When Steve’s words sunk in, though, he turned and leaned forward, staring past Steve’s chest to look out the window. Beyond the wing of the plane, he found a beautiful coastline with white sand, blue waters, and palm trees, as well as rows of bungalows on the water. “Wow,” he murmured. “We’re staying in one of those, right?”

In which Steve invites Bucky on a trip to Fiji and they discover something a lot more than beautiful vistas and friendly locals.

Total Institution ♥ from the Institutions of Love and Incarceration series by thelittlestpurplecat - Words: 94,303 | Canon Universe AU, Prison!AU, Guard!Steve, Prisoner!Bucky, Unrequited Love, Slow Burn, WS Trial

The Winter Soldier has been sentenced to life without parol. His entire world had been condensed to a hot, cramped cell that he hasn't seen the outside of in the four years since his apprehension. It's hell. He has no means of escape, no means of terminating his suffering, and no means of distraction...that is, until he's assigned a new guard. Steve Rogers is assigned the Winter Soldier as his singular charge. He expects a sadistic, violent murderer. What he finds instead is a broken, tormented man with no memory of his past life, and no control over what had been done to him. He's a victim. Not a monster. And Steve won't stand to see him pay for crimes over which he had no control.

Raise Your Glass by minkeys - Words: 10,008 | Top!Bucky, Bottom!Steve, Light DS, S, DKink

Bucky knows Steve in ways that his 21st century friends could never even begin to imagine. Or at least, they couldn't until tonight. It's about time somebody corrected all those historians that painted Steve as a straight-laced, God-fearing soldier, and what better way to do it than over a harmless game of "Never Have I Ever." What's the worst that could be said?

b) SHRUNKYCLUNKS

Waking Up Slow ♥ by odetteandodile - Words: 44,638 | Dad!Bucky, Kid!Fic, Hurt/Comfort

In 1945 Steve Rogers crashed the Valkyrie into the Arctic Ocean and was never recovered.

In 2019 Bucky Barnes is walking along the beach below the decommissioned lighthouse where he lives with his sixteen month old daughter when he finds the body of a man washed up in the surf, half frozen but miraculously alive.

Bucky manages to revive him, but finds that the stranger has no memory of who he is or how he got here aside from a name: Steve. Snowed in by a blizzard soon after and unable to get Steve a medevac, Bucky discovers that the funny, good-hearted man slips into the fabric of his and Alice’s life faster than he would have thought possible. The two are undeniably drawn to each other, but as their feelings grow so does the looming possibility that the answer to the question “who is Steve?” might be much more complicated than either of them realized.

Isn't It Ironic? (Don't You Think?) ♥ by HeyBoy, Huntress79, imhereforgaysuperheroes - Words: 33,342 | Jewish, Dad!Bucky, Kid!Fic

Bucky is used to his daughter bursting into tears in the middle of department stores. What he isn't used to is someone braving the wails and actually being able to stop Becca's tantrum in its tracks. Oh, and he's also not used to that someone being Captain America.

AKA, how Steve Rogers calms a screaming kid in Target and falls in love with two more Barneses than he had bargained for.

in my condition love's the best physician by aniloquent - Words: 9,177 | Pharmacy!AU, Russian!Bucky

“This situation is a little more delicate because I don't even know if he speaks English and I'm tired of going down to the pharmacy for constipation medication and allergy pills when I haven't sneezed since 1941.” Steve shouts.

The room falls silent, and he turns back around to find four pairs of stunned eyes watching him.

Tony, as always, speaks first. “He?”

Or the one where Bucky is a hot pharmacist and Steve keeps making up bullshit reasons to go see him.

c) MODERN AU

Home Is Wherever I'm With You ♥ by cydonic - Words: 88,570 | Neighbors!AU, Slow Burn, Parent!Steve, Kid!Fic

This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he's hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he's ever seen in his life living right next door.

That House-Flipper!AU.

if only you could see me (for the pie that i am) ♥ by bitelikefire (theoleo) | Words: 35,121 | Baker!Steve, WeddingPlanner!Bucky

In which Steve is the proud owner of Frost; a semi famous local bakery in D.C. And despite the overwhelming insistence that it’s about time he start dating, Steve swears up and down he isn’t ready for that.

Or as of recently, just doesn’t have the time because of Mr. Barnes. The highly demanding wedding planner on the phone who keeps asking for nearly impossible deliveries and maybe Steve would like to personally strangle him. Maybe.

(There is pie. And misunderstandings. But a lot more desserts and eye rolls.)

So Alive ♥ from the Brooklyn Heights Books Series by GottaSaveBucky (Cosmic_Entity_1of4) - Words: 109,074 (Series Total: 165,440 + ongoing) | Bookstore!AU (sort of), Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky, DKink

A man wearing a light denim jacket over a dark blue shirt came into the shop, a box tucked under his right arm. Despite it being late afternoon, he was wearing sunglasses with bright blue lenses, and his long, dark hair was pulled back in a messy little bun. A few strands had escaped, framing his strong, unshaven jawline. The man looked into the café, smiled widely, and waved in Clint’s direction as he kept walking into the bookstore, and Steve’s mouth went completely dry.

Beautiful, was the only word to describe that smile; straight, white teeth framed by full, lush, red lips, bracketed by laugh lines and an adorable dimple in his right cheek, a charming little chin cleft just visible under the light stubble—Steve was struck literally speechless. And that was before he got a glimpse of the man’s backside. Slim hips and a round, firm-looking ass led to long, lean legs that were encased in snug, dark blue jeans.

“Guh,” Steve said, watching the dark-haired man continue on to the back of the store.

The Penthouse Suite ♥ by elle1991 - Words: 15,873 | S, DS, BSDM, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky, Happy Ending

Bucky Barnes has the chance to earn $5,000 in one night. All he has to do is go to the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel and spend the night with his client, one enigmatic Steve Rogers.

The catch? Steve is a massive pervert, intent on using this one night to satisfy every single one of his many debauched kinks.

Even ignoring the big box of sex toys on the bed, Bucky should have known he was in trouble the moment Steve opened his mouth and said his first words: "My name is Steve Rogers, but you can call me Sir..."

Burnin' For You by GoldBlooded - Words: 15,753 | Firefighter!Steve, Detective!Bucky, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky

Steve Rogers is Fire Captain of Brooklyn’s very busy Station 118. He wants three things out of life: People he can count on, for everyone to get through their shifts safe and sound, and for Sergeant James Barnes to get the hell off of his arson scene.

James Barnes is Detective Sergeant of Brooklyn’s very busy 107th Precinct. He wants three things out of life: A decent cup of coffee, good leads to chase, and for Captain Steven Rogers to get the hell off of his arson scene.

Everyone knows to steer clear when these two have to deal with each other. Everyone knows about their mutual dislike and sometimes hatred. But what everyone doesn't know? How they got to be like that in the first place.

Collar Full of Chemistry ♥ from the Rich People Are Wild Series by 2bestfriends - Words: 188,437 (Series Total: 219,519) | Heavy BDSM, DS, S, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky

Steve is very rich and desperate to feel in control of his life again after a recent divorce has left him feeling bitter and lonely. When he keeps crossing paths with a disaster twenty-something, an unconventional solution presents itself. Steve's always been one for following his instincts.

Bucky is very broke and can't seem to catch a break, especially after some asshole fires him for one fucking mistake. So of course, it follows that he should sign a contract agreeing to do everything and anything that same asshole wants for a whole year in exchange for a payout that could finally change his life for the better.

Toothpaste Kisses ♥ by buckybees - Words: 18,736 | Dentist!Steve, Patient!Bucky, Amputee!Bucky

Sitting in the horribly antiseptic gateway to hell, otherwise known as the waiting room, Bucky was deeply reassessing his life choices. Maybe if he didn’t eat ice cream for every meal this wouldn’t have happened.

Steve's a dentist, Bucky's a patient. You know the drill.

Out of the Blue ♥ by IsabellaJack - Words: 37,564 | PreSerum!Steve, Detective!Bucky (and Sam!), Mystery!Fic

“Does she have family?” Barnes asks again.

Steve tries to remember. “I don’t know.”

“You sing her praises and don’t know a simple info like that?” Barnes huffs, looking irritated.

Love Is An Ocean Wide by fancyh - Words: 29,009 | Shapeshifter!AU, Orca!Bucky, Marine Biologist!Steve

When marine biologist Steve Rogers helps to rescue an injured orca from the marine traffickers Hydra, he has no idea how his life will change. Once rehabilitated, the orca is released and disappears, and a despondent Steve throws himself into his work, only to feel a spark when a new volunteer arrives, a man with one arm and curiously familiar blue eyes.

Bucky has lived in the ocean his whole life. But when his family is killed and his sister captured by Hydra, he is forced to turn to humans for help. One human in particular intrigues him, a man by the name of Steve. As Bucky comes ashore to search for his sister, he finds himself falling for the man, but dangerous secrets still stand between them.

Includes clueless-about-humans Bucky, heart-eyes-Steve, and lots of Very Important rocks.

Innocent Until ♥ by L1av - Words: 136,866 | Lawyer!Bucky, Defendant!Steve, DS, BDSM, Top!Bucky, Bottom!Steve

Bucky Barnes made a name for himself as the attorney who could get anyone off, but he still lives by the saying, "Innocent until proven guilty." Steve Rogers finds himself on trial for multiple homicides but he swears he was only trying to protect a girl. Bucky's been in this business long enough to know when someone's innocent, and Steve is innocent. Steve already feels like a monster and Bucky's worried this guy's going to lay himself on the sword come his trial. So Bucky offers up another course for punishment:

Turns out, chains and whips really excite Steve.

Brooklyn Syndrome ♥ by lordelannette - Words: 158,350 | DARKFIC, Dark!Steve (VERY DARK, heed the tags, you have been warned) Doctor!Steve, Writer!Bucky, Kidnapping, Slow Burn, Graphic Violence

Bucky's back was pressed against the cold floor and he stared through blurry eyes as Steve stood over him. He was trying to push himself as far away as he could, using his hands and bare feet to slide himself out from between Steve's legs but he couldn't find purchase against the wooden floor. Steve's legs were locked on both sides of his hips and Bucky couldn't move, couldn't get away, and the room was swimming before his eyes and he couldn't focus, couldn't think straight. All he could make out was the hazy figure of Steve towering over him and he lifted his arm to push uselessly at Steve's shin.

"P-please," Bucky whispered. His voice was weak, like him, and his jaw trembled as Steve reached down.

Steve slid down onto the floor and effortlessly gathered him into his strong arms, cradling Bucky to his chest as he leaned against the wall. "Bucky," Steve breathed. One of his large hands slid gently into Bucky's hair, the other curving against his spine and pulling him even closer. "You're mine now, remember?"

Steve's grip tightened then it all went black.

lay me down (tell me i've been found) by coffeeinallcaps - Words: 25,188 | Modern!AU, DS, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky

The collar is a little on the heavy side, and incredibly soft against Bucky's skin. Even softer than he thought it would be. It seems to fit snugly, and for a second he feels like he can't breathe. Then, Steve slides two fingers under the collar and runs them along the inside, almost all the way around. Bucky shivers. Goose bumps spread down his back, his arms. "How does it feel?" Steve murmurs, hooking his fingers into the ring and giving a gentle tug on it. Bucky swallows. Nods.

(In which billionaire businessman Steve shows up and turns Bucky's life into an improbable fantasy.)

All Those Things You've Always Pined For by LavenderProse - Words: 92,142 | Family Man (2000) aka the Nicholas Cage movie AU, Domestic, Kid!Fic, PreSerum!Steve

“Steve Rogers. I haven’t thought about him in…God, at least ten years. Probably longer." “Who is he?” Sharon asks, and perches on the corner of his desk, hands folded in her lap. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Bucky clears his throat, tosses the sticky note onto the desk. “Steve was…my college boyfriend. We almost got married.”

It's been fifteen years since Bucky Barnes left Steve Rogers standing in a New York airport and never saw him again. Those fifteen years have brought him wealth and stability; everything his lower middle class Brooklyn upbringing had not provided. He is happy. He doesn't want for anything. He doesn't need anything. That's about to change.

Karma's A Fake Orgasm ♥ by daisymondays - Words: 51,637 | College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Humor, Slow Burn

There’s another abandoned mug, festering with mould in the living room — Steve offically has the world's worst roommates. And complains about them. Often. Bucky, tired of his lack of action, decides it’s time to avenge Steve's sleepless nights and unsanitary conditions once and for all. They’ll pretend to be the world’s most annoying couple: excessive PDA, loud fake sex, and general repugnance. The plan sounds easy enough; it will be strictly platonic. Or will it?

I'll Be Your Shield by 17 pansies (17pansies) - Words: 23,332 | Bodyguard!Steve, Rich!Bucky, Top!Steve, Bottom!Bucky

"If he's just minor nobility, why does he need a bodyguard?" Steve shoved the folder which held Barnes' details towards the middle of the table. "He's not exactly prime kidnap material."

"His parents aren't worried about kidnapping," Fury said. "They need someone to steer him away from the dumb ass situations he keeps getting into."

"You mean he needs a babysitter." Steve sat back and folded his arms. "Seriously."

I think this is a pretty diverse list :) There’s a good sample of everything here, some old fashioned post TWS recovery fics, some good dom steve/bucky, slow burns, fake pretend relationships and so forth!

PS: I’m on AO3 with more bookmarks plus my own hurt/comfort fics if anyone is interested :P

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puppypeter · 4 years ago

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Mind the tags and come cry with me.

✨ All fics are complete! ✨

ox hunger | 24026 words

Steve asks, “What’s going on, Buck?”

As in What’s Eating Bucky Barnes.

Except of course it’s more like What’s Bucky Barnes Eating.

(The answer to both questions would be sometimes nothing, sometimes everything.)

The Saga Of Bucky’s Duck | 1168 words

"It's a rubber duck," Steve says. "To keep you company when you're taking a bath."

Colors | 1383 words

The man shows him a new picture. A large blond man was huddled in the center of the paper, his face hidden in his hands. Surrounding him were pictures of another man with brown hair. Underneath were the words I have nightmares, too.

The Soldier doesn’t know how to draw 'safe', so he draws 'hurt'.

Circling Back | 59642 words

Steve looks for Bucky, Bucky finds Steve, Steve tries desperately to put Bucky back together. Bucky tries desperately to let him.

The Barriers Between | 6093 words

Bucky's been keeping his bed-wetting a secret from Steve at the cost of their relationship, but the secret being out doesn't make it better.

Holding Pattern | 13565 words

This hadn't been a problem before Bucky had fallen from the damn train. But Hydra had their rules, and The Asset had quickly learned to follow them to the letter, however painful that was. Because the punishment was always far, far worse...

Unfortunately, not everything was as easy to undo after The Asset returned to life as Bucky Barnes.

Took My Love, Took It Down | 31785 words

The problem, Bucky thinks now that he has most of his memories back, is that his whole entire world has always revolved around Steve Rogers. Steve has been always been half of Bucky’s identity. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ wingman. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ teammate. And now, well, now Steve had other people to fill those positions. And of course, of course he’d always been a little bit in love with Steve. So when he overhears Steve telling Natasha that he’s finally found someone he’d like to date, someone with similar life experience, Bucky clings blindly to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Steve is talking about him.

Always & Always | 17233 words

“I always liked daisies,” Sam confessed, only after Clint admitted he had a fond admiration for lavender and Wanda said she loved baby’s breath.

“I’m growing those,” Bucky told Sam.

Sam took a long sip of his drink, face smoothing over. “I’m deathly allergic.”

[OR the one where Bucky uses gardening as a coping mechanism, learns the language of flowers and starts dropping hints about his true feelings left, right and center—Steve can’t help it if he’s a little slow on the uptake.]

The Diaries of Bucky Barnes | 15208 words

"This young soldier was writing about war, but not only that. No, the most remarkable extracts from his diaries are the ones about emotions; those passages in which he writes about loss and pain and loyalty and love."

When Bucky Barnes’ diaries are leaked in the 70s, reactions vary from one thing to another, even decades later.

The Right Way To Fall | 41481 words

He's just scruffy enough that most people would avoid eye contact in case he asked them for change. But his eyes are startling blue and stark and wild, and he looks at Sam and Sam looks at him, and yeah. Turns out he knows where Bucky is after all.

Except, Sam reminds himself, this isn't Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier, who's gone completely, absolutely still like an animal trying to decide whether to attack or run. And Sam is suddenly, terribly aware of all the people around them: all the tourists and the kids on their field trips; all the families with their babies and toddlers; all the sentimental fools like him come to visit Captain America on an overcast Wednesday afternoon.

But Sam has also seen that expression on the men and women who come to his counseling sessions. He's seen it in the mirror more times than he cares to count. He knows that kind of fear and pain, just like he knows that the man who was once James Buchanan Barnes could have already killed him. Killed as many people as he wanted to, and run.

He could have, but he didn't.

The Simple Life | 114329 words

"The simple life."

"You'll get there one day."

"I don't know. Family, stability...The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out."

Bucky wants to be part of Steve's life. He wants to be an Avenger. He wants to be a good partner. Unfortunately, sometimes that means not telling Steve everything.

If You Love Me Now | 3869 words

“You signed up for the guy that would pull you out of fights and steal candies from Harvey’s with you. Not this. You never signed up for this. You can be done, Steve, really. You don’t need me. You don’t have to feel guilty about not sticking around now. I’m not worth your free time, and I’m sure as hell not worth breaking up the fucking Avengers for.”

The one in which Bucky has a hard time believing he deserves love and Steve is there to give him all that he has.

All These Things That I Have Done | 125461 words

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again.

Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) | 20605 words

The Associated Press @AP Winter Soldier set to stand trial for Washington D.C. massacre and treason apne.ws/1og6SWE

The Soldier and The Mountain | 110765 words

This is a story about recovering from rape, society's apathy toward victims of campus assault, and one man's trial to escape an abusive relationship in a world where men are painted as the batterer. When James Barnes, professional dancer, starts realizing his long-term boyfriend isn't interested in a healthy relationship, he meets Steve Rogers, one of his boyfriend's victims and a soon-to-be-graduate from NYU. Their friendship seems impossible, but maybe they are what the other needs to start clawing out of their traumatic pasts. The road is long and arduous, but recovery always is.

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georgiapeach305132 · 4 years ago

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Man Out of Time: Chap. 25, Year Five

Steve's POV:

Group therapy. Charlie has since stopped coming. She's been busy between raising our daughter and continuing her training. I know that she speaks with Nat on a more personal level, and opens up to me when she feels the need. She also knows that this is something I need for myself, and the people in the group. Almost as if carrying on Sam's legacy. Nat informed me of Charlie's continued feelings about Bucky, but assures me that Charlie is in fact happy with our life.

The world is very different five years later. Half of the universe's population obliterated in a single snap. New alliances have been formed, there's less poverty, but the pain of missing loved ones, family, friends, lovers, is still palpable. Some things are the same, some different, some better, and some so much worse.

We sit in our small group in a circle, listening to one another. Helping each other to cope through our now "normal" lives. "So, I uh...I uh, went on a date the other day. It's the first time in five years. You know? I'm sitting there at dinner. I didn't even know what to talk about." I'm reminded how some have had it much worse than Charlie and I. We've had each other, and even some of our teammates. We've continued to try and keep us all together, acting as normal as we possibly can.

"What did you talk about?" I ask him. Keeping our conversation light, but wanting him to know we're all here for him.

"Eh, same old crap. You know, how things have changed, and my job, his job. How much we miss the Mets. And then things got quiet...then he cried as they were serving the salads." He looks down at his feet.

"What about you?" Another member of the group asks.

"I cried just before dessert." A comfortable silence settles over the room, only for a moment. "But I'm seeing him again tomorrow, so..."

I nod my head reassuring that this is in fact a step forward. None of us left behind can forget, but if we constantly move forward, go through the motions...it helps. "That's great. You did the hardest part. You took the jump. You didn't know where you were gonna come down." I nod my head approving his actions.

I look around towards everyone, some haven't made that leap to move forward. Some lost everyone and are barely hanging on themselves. It's unfair that Charlie and I were able to have some semblance of a normal life. To find some happiness in all this darkness. "And that's it. That's those little brave baby steps we gotta take..." I address the whole group. "To try and become whole again, try and find purpose."

I bite my lip, looking over at the first man who opened up about his date, "I went in the ice in '45, right after I met the love of my life. Woke up seventy years later." Charlie walks in the doorway holding our small toddler. Emotionless, just listening to my words. She knows my feelings of Peggy's, much like I do hers with Bucky's. I'm assuming that's why we'll never get married.

I shrug, and turn my eyes to my little family. "You gotta move on...gotta move on." I pause looking at the floor, not knowing what to say, but knowing that I can't leave the group with those thoughts, or even Charlie. "The world is in our hands. It's left to us, guys." I look up at my two girls with a weak smile. "And we gotta do something with it. Otherwise...Thanos should've killed all of us."

I end the session. Charlie and Maggie walk closer to me, and I embrace them in a deep hug, kissing Maggie's head, and then kissing Charlie's lips. "You ready, Rogers?" She asks me with a half-hearted smile. I nod taking Maggie in my arms and we head out to the car.

"How much did you hear?" I ask her. I strap Maggie in the back and Charlie sits in the passenger seat.

"Enough." There's an awkward silence between us.

"Look, Charlie, I'm..."

"Don't. Steve in order for us to make this work we have to be honest with one another. Do you not think I know that you consider Peggy the love of your life?" I look over to her. "Do you remember five years ago what we decided?" She doesn't allow me to answer. "We decided we were going to try and make this work. I think we've done a good job. We've got a beautiful daughter, a home, a life. And until there's an impossible discovery that we can change all this, you're more than enough. You know that right?" She places her hand on my thigh and draws little circles.

"I know, but we don't talk about Peggy. And I just don't want to hurt you. I do love you."

"I know that, and I love you. To be fair I never met Peggy." She glances back at Maggie who's just sitting in the back rocking her chubby little legs up and down playing with a toy.

"To be fair, we never talk about Bucky either." I look over at her, she can finally hear his name without her eyes watering. "You don't want to talk about him though."

"It's not that, it's just that...my first meeting with him, in Bucharest, I remember looking at his eyes, and it was as if..." her eyes grow distant as she looks out at the road before us.

"As if what?" I ask, my hand finds the top of hers.

"It's stupid, but as if I had met him before. But how? He was held captive in Hydra, and was on the run when I met you guys."

"Maybe in another life." I smirk over to her.

"You know Rogers, I wasn't trying to be funny."

"Maybe he was the love of your life. Your soul mate?"

"Maybe." She whispers. That's the most we've ever talked about Bucky or Peggy. It's an odd feeling. "What was Peggy like?" She smiles over to me.

"Well, she was beautiful. Of course, that's just the first thing you noticed. She was strong willed, smart, caring, always wanted to lend a helping hand. She kinda reminds me of you honestly." She rolls her eyes at me. "I'm serious. That's probably why I was attracted physically to you. Peggy was one of the few people who saw me as Steve first. Everyone was interested after the serum, she cared before I became this."

"And Bucky."

"Yeah, he cared too. She was the first woman who never paid any mind to Bucky. Any girl I was ever interested in was always so charmed by him." I see her shift uncomfortably, realizing how she was one of those girls. I think back on the time that Charlie lied to spend time in Wakanda with Bucky, she chose him over me. Although, she knows I would choose Peggy over her.

"We don't make sense Steve, but we work somehow. And we made a pretty baby. Even though she looks just like you." She laughs, clearing the air. We ride peacefully the rest of the way to the house.

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Charlie's POV:

We haven't been to the compound in a few days, or seen Nat. There just always seems to be so much going on. Steve is occupying Maggie as I pack us some bags to spend a few days at the compound, our second home. The anniversary of the blip is among us, and I know that Nat is feeling every bit of it lately.

"You ready, Captain?" I ask with a smile as Maggie walks over to me. I pick our toddler up smiling at her precious face. God, she looks so much like Steve, softer features yes, but her eyes are like staring into her daddy's eyes.

"Yes, just gonna grab a book for Maggie James. She'll need her bedtime story."

"Have you seen her room? Nat has plenty of books to read to her." I smile over to Steve as I head to the door with Maggie.

"Yes, but she's really been liking 'I Love You to the Moon and Back'." Maggie's legs kick around in excitement, as she reaches for Steve. "See? She loves it." I stand on my tiptoes and kiss Steve's lips before we walk out into the car and drive to the compound for a few days.

Steve and I go into the control room quietly, hearing Nat talk with Rhodey. A hurtful nagging feeling hits my chest when I hear about Clint. Nat was right, his pain has turned destructive. When Rhodey's hologram walks off, we make our way out of the shadows.

"You know, I'd offer to cook you dinner...but you seem pretty miserable already." Steve breaks the silence. Nat's hands fall from her face and onto her lap as I see the pain and tears that have settled on her face. She's pale and tired. A shell of her former strong self.

She fakes a smile and looks at us, "You guys here to do your laundry?" She remembers that our washing machine went out.

"And to see a friend." Steve says quietly. Maggie kicks her legs and I set her down. She runs over to Nat who grabs her up, placing her in her lap. Maggie brings her forehead to Nat's as one of her chubby fingers pets the side of Nat's face. Her features soften to Maggie's touch as a tear rolls down her face.

"Clearly, your friend is fine." She tells us. Her face never leaves Maggie's angelic face. She just scans her eyes around Maggie's.

I walk over to the table where Nat sits and take one of her hands in mine. "We're going to stay for a few days. We needed the company."

Steve still leans up against a shelf, "You know, we saw a pod of whales when we were coming over the bridge."

Nat gasps at Maggie, before looking back up to Steve, "In the Hudson? How exciting little one."

"There's fewer ships...cleaner water." I answer.

"You know, if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side...um, I'm about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter sandwich." I fake offense to her. Maggie gets excited about the word peanut butter, which Nat saw. She picks up her sandwich tearing off a little piece of it before handing it to Maggie.

"Sorry it's a force of habit. I could make you see the bright side. But one of them you're already holding, and getting into your head is like breaking into Fort Knox." We all laugh, and Nat hands Maggie another bite of her sandwich before taking a bite for herself.

Steve finally makes his way to the table sitting down with us. Nat pushes the plate with the remaining sandwich over to Steve. He breathes in deeply before looking at her. "You know I keep telling everybody they should move on...and grow. Some do. But not us."

He looks over to me, leans across the table reaching for my hand and I meet him halfway offering him my hand. There's been a shift between me and Steve. As much as we love one another the pain is still there. We still blame ourselves, just like each of the remaining team. We could have done more.

"If I move on, who does this?" She asks looking between Steve and myself.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be done." He tells her. While our life is far from perfect, there are moments. Moments that are so peaceful, perfect, and normal. Moments where our little family is all we're thinking about.

She shakes her head, tears forming again, looking only at Steve, "I used to have nothing. And then I got this. This job. This family." She kisses Maggie's forehead. "And I was better because of it. And even though they're gone...I'm still trying to be better. Not all of us can do what you guys did. You've created an amazing life."

"It's not perfect." Steve answers, looking at me, "But we make our dysfunction work, and worth it. I think we all need to get a life, outside of this." He motions around the room. The past year all of our focus has been at the compound, training, helping Nat cope, and pretending that the blip never happened, but knowing that it did, and we're empty.

"You first." She smirks between us. We smile amongst us.

"Daddy. Pea-butter." Maggie's little voice calls out turning to Steve. Nat puts her on the floor and she walks over to Steve, and he hands her another bite of the sandwich.

"She makes this life worth it." I whisper over at Steve and Maggie, Steve gives me a toothless smile.

Nat's computer chimes. She flicks a hologram over to expose a video, "Oh, hi, hi!" Scott Lang, Ant-Man. "Uh, is anyone home? This is, uh, Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport...in Germany?" Steve looks back at the hologram, Nat's mouth drops open, and my body is frozen watching him. "I was the guy that got really big. I had a mask on. You wouldn't recognize me." Steve stands and walks closer.

"He was part of the ones that went missing." My breathing becomes shallow as my chest heaves. Maggie looks over at me, "Mommy." She says, wanting Steve to put her down. He's frozen and can't.

"Is this an old message?" He asks.

"Ant-Man? I know you know that."

"It's the front gate." Nat whispers.

"I really need to talk to you guys." His voice still echoes from the hologram.

Steve's eyes meet mine, and he realizes his daughter is wanting me to hold her. He walks over to me, kissing my temple before we make the switch. Nat runs to the front to bring Scott to us.

"Steve?" I whisper, not knowing what else to say.

"I know princess, let's hear what he has to say before we jump to conclusions."

Nat leads Scott back to where we are, and he gives a confused look between us three. I'm assuming since Steve's arm is still draped around me while I clutch a giggling Maggie. He begins pacing around the room, muttering, and making no sense at all. I can feel Steve's frustration growing as he wants more answers.

"Scott." Steve's deep smooth voice calls to him. He continues his confused pacing. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He pauses. Placing his hands over his eyes and adding pressure. "Have any of you guys ever studied quantum physics?" Steve and I shake our heads as Maggie giggles at him.

"Like Tito." She says and points at him. This is a serious moment, but I can't help but smile at the small child. She's heard that word from her Uncle Tito, apparently.

"Only to make conversation." Nat answers flatly.

"Alright, so...five years ago, right before...Thanos...I was in a place called the quantum realm. The quantum realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there, you have to be incredibly small. Hope. She's my, um...she was my...she was supposed to pull me out. And then Thanos happened...and I got stuck in there."

"I'm sorry, that must have been a very long five years." Nat tells him. Both of us are less excited, thinking that whatever happened with Scott isn't going to help us.

"Yeah, but that's just it. It wasn't. For me, it was five hours." My eyes meet Steve's as both our brows furrow, trying to understand what this means. "See, the rules of the quantum realm aren't like they are up here. Everything is unpredictable." Steve and I look over at Nat. Her eyes haven't left Scott. "Is that anybody's sandwich? I'm starving." He goes over to the half sandwich that Nat and Maggie hadn't eaten off of. Picking it up and shoving a bite in his mouth.

Maggie goes to protest, and I shush her quietly, before tearing another piece of the eaten side and handing it to her. "Scott." Steve is trying to focus Scott's attention on whatever revelation that Scott's made. "What are you talking about?"

"So..." His voice is muffled from the peanut butter sandwich, and he swallows. "What I'm saying is...time works differently in the quantum realm. The only problem is right now we don't have a way to navigate it. But what if we did?" Scott's pacing around the room continues, causing another giggle out of Maggie. "I can't stop thinking about it. What if we could somehow control the chaos...and we could navigate it? What if there was a way...that we could enter the quantum realm at a certain point in time but then exit the quantum realm at another point in time? Like...like before Thanos."

I look over at Steve, wanting to believe everything that Scott is saying, and also not wanting to get our hopes up. "Wait. Are you talking about a time machine?" I ask him.

"No. No, of course not. No, not a time machine." He's realizing just how crazy this sounds. Nat just stands absorbing all this information. "This is more like a... yeah, like a time machine. I know, it's crazy. It's crazy. But I can't stop thinking about it. There's gotta be...some way..." He lets out a sigh. He's only been dealing with the after effects of the blip for a few days. We've been dealing with it for five years. "It's crazy." He sighs looking down at his almost eaten half of the sandwich.

"Scott. I get emails from a raccoon...so nothing sounds crazy anymore."

"So, who do we talk to about this?"

"Tito." Maggie screams, causing everyone to look down at her.

Scott walks over to her looking between her face and Steve's, "Why is there a mini you." I roll my eyes. "And who's Tito."

"She would be my daughter. Our daughter." Steve wraps an arm around me. "Tito is Tony Stark." Maggie's legs wiggle around, hearing his name usually means we're going to see him.

"If he's going to listen to anyone, it's going to be you, princess. He's pretty content though."

"We have to try, Steve. We owe this to everyone. What if this crazy man is right?"

"Tito now!" Maggie pouts at us.

"What just happened." Scott looks between me and Steve.

"They can talk in each other's heads." Nat casually says. "So, let's go see Tito little one." She smiles over to Maggie, and Maggie reaches for her, and Nat swings her around as we walk to the garage to get in the car. We take our car, since Maggie's seat is already in there. Nat and I take the back with her, while Steve and Scott sit up front.

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Charlie's POV:

We pull up at the Stark cabin, unannounced. We usually try to call first, but in this instance, it just feels like we should show up. Tony gets excited when he sees our vehicle, but when he sees Nat and Scott get out of the car with us, his smile fades. He's holding Morgan on his hip, and without a word he turns to walk up the front steps.

"He isn't going to like this. You saw how he changed when they got out." I cast over to Steve. He grimaces but gives both me and Maggie a kiss.

Once Tony is on the porch, he turns back to look at us. His eyes fall on Nat and she waves her head at him, he returns the gesture and goes to take Morgan inside, "Charlie you better bring that baby in to see Pepper since you've brought everyone here."

I follow him inside quickly. Pepper takes Maggie out of my hands, and I pick up the little Stark, "Morgan, before you know it, you'll be as big as me."

"Who are all those people with you and Uncle Steve?" She asks me.

"People? Charlie, Tony? What's going on?" Pepper asks looking out the window.

"You're not here for a chat, are you?" I shake my head no at Tony. "What's this about, and how do you have Lang with you?"

"You should really listen to what he has to say, Tony." I plead with him. "Pepper do you mind watching her a bit?"

"Not at all. Are you hungry little one? Come on Morgan, let's go eat with Maggie James." She follows Pepper into the dining room before Tony and I gather up a tray of cups and a pitcher of chocolate milk, and then walking outside.

"You're awfully comfortable here." Scott says to me.

"That's what happens when you come and visit me." Tony looks over to Nat. Nat just shrugs. "So, what exactly are all of you doing here?"

Scott tries to explain everything to Tony as he pours cups for the group. "No. We know what it sounds like." He finally ends.

"Tony, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?" Steve asks.

"Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale...which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?" He walks over to me and Steve handing us a cup. "Thank you." We whisper. He looks over to Scott, "In layman's terms, it means you're not coming home." He's trying to shut down the plan before it ever happens.

"I did." Scott answers. He's not backing down.

"No. You accidentally survived. It's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull a... what do you call it?" Tony walks over to Scott but looks at me.

"A time heist?" He answers, unsure.

"Yeah, a time heist. Of course." His focus is back on Scott. "Why didn't we think of this before?" Tony's focus is now only on Steve. "Oh, because it's laughable. Because it's a pipe dream."

I sigh about to say something, Steve squeezes my hip before saying, "The stones are in the past. We could go back; we could get them."

"We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back." Nat finishes.

"Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?" He looks at me, "Charlie, you have a daughter now."

"I don't believe we would." Steve answers sternly. He must have seen Tony trying to communicate by casting words at me.

"Gotta say it. I sometimes miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help...if there's not logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise." Tony sits down in one of the chairs.

"Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. Alright? It means no talking to our past selves...no betting on sporting events." Scott answers, sitting across from Tony.

Steve sets down mine and his cups before standing behind me, wrapping both arms around me. "You realize that we're probably going to need you to say something to Tony to make him agree to helping us."

"I know. But he's not happy with me, with us. He told me we have a daughter now. He thinks this is a stupid idea."

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott." Tony lifts his hand up to him. "Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe...is based on 'Back to the Future'? Is it?"

"No." Scott huffs out.

"Good. You had me worried there. Cause that would be horseshit. That's not how quantum physics works."

"Tony." Nat whispers. "We have to take a stand."

"We did stand. And yet, here we are." He calmly answers. Nat turns away from us looking in the distance.

"I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back...to bring everyone back, and you're telling me that you won't even..."

"That's right, Scott. I won't even. I can't." Tony is holding back tears.

Morgan comes out onto the porch, immediately going over to Tony's lap. "Mommy told me to come and save you."

He scoops her up in his arms, "Good job. I'm saved...I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I'm honestly happy to see you guys, all of you guys. I just...oh, look, table's set for eight."

"Tony." Steve removes his arms from around me and walks towards Tony, "I get it. And I'm happy for you. I really am. But this is a second chance." Steve reaches for my hand, pulling me beside him.

"I got my second chance right here, Cap." He looks down at our hands. "So do you. You can't roll the dice on it. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch...Charlie."

Steve kisses my temple and I follow Tony inside to get Maggie. "Charlie, I'm sorry I really am. But why are you wanting to get involved in this?" He drops Morgan down as she rushes to play with Maggie. I shuffle around not knowing what to say. "Please, don't tell me this is about Barnes. You and Steve are good."

"I didn't say that. You act like I want to put everything at risk for one person, instead of billions of people Tony."

"You see that little girl in there? That is your billion right there. She's there in front of you right now."

"I know that, but other people lost their billion. What about Peter." Tony shakes his head at me. "Strange, Wanda, all the Guardians, Sam? And those are just people we know. I think it's more selfish not to try anything at all."

"I'm sorry. I can't..."

"I know, and I don't think anything less of you Tito." I smile kissing his cheek. "But now, I need to get my daughter. We have a lot to do."

"Maybe you should let her stay awhile. It's been so long since you and Steve had time alone anyways. And she hasn't been here long."

"Are you sure? We didn't bring any overnight stuff."

Tony rolls his eyes at me. "As if we don't have anything here. And we can always make a run to the store. Be careful. You don't have to follow your Captain everywhere."

"I know, but he has no intentions of hurting me." I say my goodbyes to the Stark's and pick up Maggie giving her some love and taking her out to Steve so he can give her some love before I take her back and we leave.

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I hope that Charlie can say something, anything, to make Tony change his mind. Nat, Scott, and myself walk out to the car and wait on her.

"Well, he's scared." Nat states on the walk.

"He's not wrong." I answer, thinking about what he casted to Charlie about having a daughter.

"Yea, but, I mean, what are we gonna do? We need him. What, are we gonna stop?" Scott asks.

I sigh looking back at the cabin, "Hopefully she can change his mind."

"Who? Charlie? How can she change his mind?" He asks.

"She's one of Tony's soft spots. He would rather help her, than we do this without him and she get hurt. And if she can't change his mind...I wanna do it right. We're going to need a really big brain." I look around, glancing up to see Charlie holding Maggie as she stands in the doorway talking to Tony.

"Bigger than his?" Scott asks confused.

Charlie walks down and informs me that Maggie is going to stay with the Stark's for a while. I hold her and give her kisses telling her to behave for Tito. She carries the toddler back up the stairs before returning and buckling up, this time in the front with me.

"Well?" Scott asks.

"At the very least, he's thinking about it. I can't guarantee he'll help, but he doesn't want me to get hurt either."

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Steve's POV:

We meet Bruce at a restaurant for breakfast. Nat sits beside Scott just staring up at a now combination of Bruce and Hulk at once. Charlie leans up against me in the booth. My arm lazily drapes around her shoulder, and her arm rests on my thigh. Her fingers constantly trace shapes on me, soothing herself, and me in the process.

"Come on, I feel like I'm the only one eating here." Bruce says looking amongst us. "Try some of that. Have some eggs." He pushes a very large bowl of eggs towards Scott.

He furrows his brows at Bruce, "I'm so confused."

"These are confusing times." Bruce chuckles.

"Right, no, no. That's not what I meant." Scott stutters out.

"Nah, I get it. I'm kidding! I know, it's crazy. I'm wearing shirts now." Bruce looks over at Nat and his eyes linger.

"Yeah. What? How? Why?"

"Five years ago, we got our asses beat. Except it was worse for me...'cause I lost twice. First, Hulk lost, then Banner lost...and then we all lost."

"No one blamed you, Bruce." Charlie says, kindness in her eyes like always.

"I did. For years, I've been treating the Hulk like he's some kind of a disease...something to get rid of. But then, I start looking at him as the cure. Eighteen months in the gamma lab. I put the brain and the brawn together...and now, look at me. Best of both worlds."

A group of kids walk up, causing an awkward scene about taking pictures, and they not knowing who Scott is before Bruce focuses back on the table. "You know, after I delivered Margaret, I wanted to be a better version of myself. I couldn't be that in the shape that I was in. I appreciate you letting me be a part of that guys." He nods over at me and Charlie. "Seeing her, meant that there was hope in this crazy world."

I smile at him, but want to get back on topic. "About what we were saying."

"Right. The whole time travel do-over? Eh, guys, it's outside of my area of expertise."

"Well, you pulled this off." Nat says looking at him. "I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible, too."

Bruce smiles at her, and then agrees to help us with this impossible task at hand. We gather in the vehicle and head back to the compound.

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Steve's POV:

"Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one." Bruce says loudly. Scott is dressed in his Ant-Man suit, and Charlie and Nat stand closer to Bruce, while I am readying the power around the compound to make this work. "Scott, fire up...the uh, van thing." Scott walks over to the van and opens the back door exposing the entrance into the quantum realm.

I check a few things and answer, "Breakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby."

"Good, because if we blow the grid, I don't want to lose, uh, Tiny here in the 1950s." I walk over to Charlie, standing behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She tilts her head back looking at me and I place a quick peck on her forehead.

Scott turns looking at us, finally registering what Bruce said about losing him. "Excuse me?" He says a bit concerned.

"He's kidding." Charlie answers with a fake smile. "You can't say things like that, Bruce." She playfully smacks at his arm.

"It was a bad joke." Bruce stammers out.

Scott not looking too convinced, but ready to accept it heads closer to the van. "You are kidding, right?" Nat whispers to Bruce.

"I have no idea. We're talking about time travel here. Either it's all a joke, or none of it is." He whispers to Nat, and then turns to Scott with a thumbs up, "We're good! Get your helmet on. Scott, I'm gonna send you back a week...let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?"

"Perfectly not confusing." He answers with a wave of his hand.

"Good luck, Scott. You got this." I try to reassure him.

"You're right. I do, Captain American."

Charlie giggles, "He's still obsessed with you."

"Don't act you're not, princess." I bite at her neck.

"Would you two be serious for once." Nat calls back at us.

"On a count of three. Three. Two. One." Bruce pushes a few buttons, and flicks a few switches. The machine whirs and fires up. A body comes through the back of the van, and it's a young boy.

"Uh...guys?" He asks. "This doesn't feel right."

"What is this?" I ask. Charlie grabs tightly on my arms.

"Is that Scott?" Charlie asks.

"Yes, it's Scott." The young boy says exasperated.

"Wait, what's happening?" Nat exclaims.

"Hold on." Bruce says overwhelmed. He pushes a few more buttons and the boy goes through the machine in the van. Bruce pushes more buttons.

Nat looks around his set up to see all that he's doing. "What's going on, Bruce?"

"Oh, my back!" We all turn to see who came out of the machine.

"Oh, great, now he's old man Scott." Charlie says

"What is this?" I ask, clearly this isn't going well.

"Hold on a second." Bruce tries to calm everyone. "Could I get a little space here?"

Bruce comes over to where Charlie and I are standing, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." We both move to be in front of the controls. "Can you bring him back?" I ask.

"I'm working on it." Bruce's voice raises a bit. He messes with the controls a bit more, this time instead of pressing them, he's almost hitting them. His movements are a bit more chaotic.

The old man Scott goes back through the van and we all stand there frozen, waiting to see what's coming next. "It's a baby." I deadpan.

"It's Scott." Bruce says.

"As a baby." Charlie's voice raises as she looks at Bruce.

"He'll grow." Bruce tells her.

"Bring Scott back." I answer.

"When I say kill the power, kill the power." Bruce tells Nat.

"He better bring him back. I can't raise another baby, Rogers."

"And, kill it..." Bruce shouts to Nat. She twists a lever and he hits his fist on the controls. The present-day Scott comes through the van. Charlie and I both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Somebody peed my pants." Scott stands looking at us.

"Oh, thank God." Nat let's out, throwing her hand over her chest. This did not go well.

"But I don't know if it was baby me or old me. Or just me me." Scott awkwardly looks around.

"Time travel!" Bruce shouts excitedly throwing his hands in the air. Charlie and I both glance at him. She rolls her eyes and starts to walk out. "What? I see this as an absolute win." I turn and follow Charlie outside.

When I find her, she's leaning against one of the pillars outside. I walk over to her; one hand goes around her waist while the other rests on her cheek. I use my thumb to caress her face and pull her in for a fleeting kiss. She smiles up at me, and pulls me closer. This kiss reminds me of our earlier days, sneaking around the compound, making out any chance we got. Oh, the innocence of that time.

We both hear a car and tires squealing, as we look at the entrance to the compound. Tony's Audi comes flying down the road. "If he has my child with him, I will murder him in his sleep." Charlie answers, scowling in the distance.

We both watch, as he continues to speed around the driveway. I pull her off of the pillar as we stand waiting on the crazy man. The car stops, a bit too far in front of us and then reverses and stops with the driver's window by us. The window rolls down and we hear a giggle from Maggie in the back seat. "Tony, you're dead." Charlie opens the back door and pulls Maggie out of her car seat. She checks her over to make sure she's fine.

"Not even a scratch Hunger Games." She scowls over to him before placing a kiss on Maggie's head and giving her a big hug. "Let me guess, he turned into a baby." Tony looks between us. Charlie rolls her eyes and he knows the answer without anyone saying anything.

"Among other things, yeah. What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"It's the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you might've wound up...pushing time through Lang. It's tricky, dangerous. Somebody could have cautioned you against it." He ignores why he's here.

"You did." I tell him.

"Oh, did I? Well, thank God, I'm here. Regardless, I fixed it." He brings up a watch to show us. "A fully functioning time-space GPS. I just want peace." He throws up the peace sign and then grabs at Maggie's leg, gently pinching it.

"You did it princess." I smile to her, kissing her temple.

"We did it."

"Turns out resentment is corrosive, and I hate it."

"Me, too." Charlie responds. I wrap my hands around my girls.

Tony pauses looking at us, "We got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you, my priorities. Bring back what we lost, I hope, yes. Keep what I found, I have to, at all costs. And maybe not die trying. Would be nice."

He walks closer to us. I unravel my arm from Charlie, extending it to Tony, "Sounds like a deal." He looks at my hand briefly before shaking it.

Tony looks over to Charlie acting like he's going to say something, but chooses to stay silent. "Daddy! Prize from Tito!" Maggie shouts.

"The little pip squeak ruined the surprise." Tony turns to the trunk and opens it. I look over at Charlie and we follow. He pulls up my shield, tilting it so some toys can fall off. I let out a sigh looking at it. I didn't realize how much I missed it.

"Tony, I don't know." The last time I saw it, Tony had told me I didn't deserve it. He was angry at me, Charlie, and even Bucky. He felt betrayed by us.

"Why? He made it for you. Plus, honestly, I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding." He holds it out for me and I slip my arm through, holding it. Charlie looks over to me, biting at her lip.

"Thank you, Tony."

"Will you keep that a little quiet? Didn't bring one for the whole team. We are getting the whole team, yeah?"

"We're working on that right now." Charlie answers.

"Can you put that up? I feel like Charlie's trying to undress you with her eyes." Charlie blushes looking over at me. Tony grabs Maggie out of her arms with an eye roll and walks inside.

Charlie looks me up and down, "You are quite sexy with that shield."

"It's only the shield that makes me sexy?" I back her towards the pillar we were leaned against earlier. She stops when her back touches the post. "What's the matter, princess? Don't have anything to say?"

"Kiss me." I crash my lips into hers. My free hand traces the outline of her body.

I feel her shift her dress up. "Charlie what are you doing?"

"Tony knows, he won't let anyone come out here." I briefly look around. She tugs down her panties, bringing them up with her foot before stuffing them in my pocket, and pulling my body close to her.

Our lips meet again, and she shuffles around trying to undo my belt and pants, once she's successful she gets on her knees, and licks up the length of my dick. After a few teasing licks she places my dick inside her mouth before bobbing her head on me. Once she's satisfied, she stands back up placing her leg around me, and guiding my dick into her pussy. I push her body up against the pillar as I pump into her. She sloppily kisses all over me. I press her harder against the pillar and her face buries into my neck and I feel her pants with each thrust into her body.

"Tell me how much you need me." I growl on her.

"I need you Captain. I need you to make me cum."

"My princess wants to cum, huh?" Her doe eyes look at me as she nods her head. I speed up my thrusts crashing into her over and over again. She pushes her head against the pillar and I bring up the shield, adding a bit of pressure to her neck. She wickedly smiles before I feel the tightening. I add a bit more pressure, and her arms pull me by my hips closer to hers as I feel her body relax. I remove the shield from her neck and go a bit faster with my thrusts, until I feel my own release fill her up. Her head falls on my chest as we both heave breaths together.

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Third Person POV:

A dark and rainy night in Japan finds a worried Natasha Romanoff. She was sent with the task to bring in a darkened Clint Barton. He's scarred from the after effects of Thanos' snap. So much so that he kills nonstop. He knows that the killing cannot bring his family back, but he can't sit in an empty house with their memories. He's well aware his niece survived the snap, but she's taken care of. Nat will see to it that she is and even Steve.

Natasha watches over Clint this night. She doesn't want to move too quickly. Wants him to get in one more kill before she tells him of the plan, and of the baby. No one has been able to reach Clint to inform him of Maggie's existence. She's unsure of how he will take both of the news, but she knows she can't give up without telling him. She needs him by her side. Her partner in crime.

At the final kill of the night, Nat watches the man beg Clint for his life. She watched him quietly in the shadows, and now she wants to make her presence known to the now Ronan. She hears him say, "What I want, you can't give me." He plunges the blade in the man, finally ending his suffering, and killing him. The unfortunate part is Clint's suffering still hasn't ended.

She watches her friend clean his blade on his arms. She walks forward, holding am umbrella over her head, standing behind him waiting. The man removes his hood and then his mask. As if knowing the woman was watching him, he tells her, "You shouldn't be here."

"Neither should you." She tells him, emotionless.

His body finally turns facing him. Like herself, he's a shell of the man he once was. His eyes are sunken and deep, laced with anger, regret, and depression. "I've got a job to do." He tells her, he's wanting this to end, so he can do live another day, killing, hoping to die himself.

"Is that what you're calling this? Killing all these people isn't going to bring your family back." She tells him, walking ever so closer to her friend. "We found something. A chance, maybe."

His anger fades for a moment and is replaced with sadness. "Don't." His voice breaks. He refuses to let the tears he's held in for five years fall down his face.

"Don't what?"

"Don't give me hope." Maybe he's crying, maybe it's the constant rain falling on his face, but he desires to have the hope that she's offering.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner." His eyes fall from Nat's face. She reaches out a hand to hold his own, that's covered in so many people's blood. He's been nonstop killing for five years. He doesn't deserve the forgiveness she's offering; she offers it anyways.

He returns the hold that she's extended to him, "How is she? Charlie."

Nat smiles softly at him, "She's good. She has a little surprise for you. Come on, let's go."

The man follows her onto the jet. Mentally and physically exhausted. The hope she's suggesting is the only thing that's keeping him going at the moment.

When they land at the compound Nat looks over to him, "You should shower, I'll get Charlie." She tells Clint.

He goes to shower and when he finishes, he waits on the bed. He hears a soft knock on the door. Without answering it creaks open and he sees his niece, Charlie. It's been five years since they last saw each other. While his features are pained, hers are still bright, full of hope and light, a bit of sadness in her eyes, but still the same loving Charlie he remembers.

In the five years since they last met, she's changed. Her small body before was that of a young lady. Now he sees she's grown into a woman's body. She's curvier than he remembers, even her clothes seem more grown up. "How are you papa bear?" After five years, he let's all the tears he's held inside fall down. Charlie wraps her arms around him. Holding him. Without saying a word, they both understand.

They hold this stance for what seems like for hours. He finally pulls away from her. "Nat said you had a surprise for me." Charlie's face softens. He looks down at her hand, seeing a diamond ring on her left hand. He's sure that this is the surprise. Charlie walks to the door and welcomes Steve Rogers in. He's holding a tiny toddler that reaches out to Charlie.

One look at the baby's face and he knew, that she was Charlie's daughter. "Clint, I would like for you to meet you great niece Margaret James Rogers." Clint's face finally eases as he looks at the little family. Margaret reaches out to Clint as a little "Papa." Escapes her mouth. "That's right Maggie James that's your papa." The tiny toddler with eyes that mimic her father's smiles at Clint, and his heart begins to repair from the last five years.

"Do you want to hold her?" Steve asks the man. "I know you have to have a ton of questions."

Clint walks closer to the trio; Maggie reaches her hands out to the man and he brings her to his chest. "Wow, you guys did good."

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siremasterlawrence · 4 years ago

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Steve Rogers lay on the medical slab in the Shield issued Helecarrier after being rescued from the ice. He has been in a sleep like induce state for well over a year now, because of the incident as they called it when he woke up.

Obviously, it is not his fault at all when he woke up to find a poor fabrication of a hospital room from his time. A man out of his time it is only natural he freaks out in the middle of Times Square.

That is what Sam Wilson thinks to himself as he watches over his client in the room.He barely left his side for well over that year, and in fact he joins Shield just for the case.

Sam is suddenly shell shock out of his own thoughts, the machines hooked to Steve are rising, and he thrust upward in quick fashion. “Where am I? Who are you?” Steve can’t help himself his pulse racing.

“Just a friend, I promise you everything is alright, and you are in for a world of many surprises.” Sam says confidently applying a bit of pressure. Something in the man’s voice made sense to Steve it felt right.

Sam sighs as Steve lays back down lost to the world in confusion, and all goes to hell when Super Spy Nick fury enters the room. “How is our guest doing? Are you in need of anything?” Fury ask.

“Something does not feel right? Where are my troops? Did hydra get my unit? What about Bucky?” Steve’s head scrambling on his own questions. “I told you that mind mapping would not work Fury get out.” Sam shouts.

“Hi Mr. Rogers, my name is Sam Wilson a certified therapist at the VA, and I am here to help transition you in to the new world.”Sam’s voice once again has a calming affect on him.

“We are not in Germany any more are we?Did we win the war?” Steve questions with a more level headed thoughts process as he sits up. He takes a deep breath waiting for a answer.

The alarm blares on before Sam could say anything, the protocols begins locking down the room, and they are trapped in together for the long haul. “Sorry, Steve I can’t answer your questions right now, but I can provide you with yet best answers available.”

“What is this exactly?” He asks opening the suitcase sitting on his lap to reveal all of his items. The only things he had left as far as he is concerned, and a letter on top of a massive folder.

Dear Steve,

My dearest love if you are reading this it means your mission has only just begun.You woke up in the future fought against many unique opponents, and found your way back to me.

Unfortunately, due to recent events due to the timeline changes, and everything we went through. You had to undue our many years, please do not regret your actions because I shall always treasure this in my heart.

Love,

Peggy Carter.

“Peggy, my love...is this the future Sam? He says.

“It’s complicated Steve, but during the war you fell in to the ocean. Your were frozen alive till a few years ago.”

“Loki...Ultron...Thanos those names they sound familiar, and keep playing in my head.” Steve is overcome as he says it.

Steve hold his head laying his elbow on the table, he begins to sob hard, and Sam grabs on to his shoulder.

“You shall remember in due time Steve I promise.” He adds giving him some space.

Everyday Sam would begin, and end his day with Steve. Slowly giving him bits of information and his brain actively comes Bach to life.

They sit down discussing the last seventy five plus years, Steve’s eyes pop at the lessons he is learning, and Sam is in awe at his child like mannerisms.

Sam not always comfortable listens to Steve’s tales of his life, and watches as he reminisces about the past. Steve finds out more about Sam triggering memories.

The gasp start to close one day at a time till it all fell in to place. Steve has always been a Boy Scout so he had to admit the truth.

“Sam Wilson my friend so glad to see you .” Steve says with a smile.

“Someone is awfully cheery today huh?” Sam adds.

“Finally getting my memories back and in order.” Steve says with a smile.

“Excellent news!” Sam says sincerely he is refusing to show sadness.

Steve pulls out the letter from Peggy days later almost forgetting about. He never felt he could miss the past less and less.

He ripped the letter in to pieces throwing it in the trash, he shakes his head ready to move on.

“Hey Bucky, I missed you pal.” Steve said patting his back.

“Are you looking for Sam? He left Shield on a mission.”

“I don’t know any of the sorted details it is a solo act.” Bucky replies exiting the hall.

Steve Rogers felt a tug deep down inside his heart, and he knew something is off.

Steve storms down the hallway in anger of the situation and enter Furies Qauters.

“Where is Sam Wilson? What is wrong with him?” Steve demands to know.

“You really take care of your friends don’t you Rogers?” Fury eggs him on.

“A private matter out of Shields jurisdiction for now.” Fury states.

“Taking time off for himself.” Fury shakes his head leaving him be.

A week later Sam appears back on post very calm.

He is engaging in very flirtatious, and sexy conversation with this guy.

Steve has enough of this secrecy brushing with pass the man, and dragging Sam to the side.

“Did I do something wrong Sam? Talk to me please, because never in my life did I feel so connected.” He struggles to say.

“Even now after having a had another life time in the past, and one that I can’t try to recollect.” He states.

“I am so in awe of you Sam Wilson that I am ready to move on from Peggy.” He says.

“I need your strength.” He begs as Bucky walks by.

“Go ask Buck, and we are friends Steve .”

Sam continues.

“Listen to me...I want you not Peggy or Sam.” he finishes.

“Only you, because you complete me in everyway possible.” His facial expression covers with red.

Steve kisses Sam out of the blue their lips sizzle with electricity so hot. Steve shakes in his bed as his eyes pop open, and it is all a dream.

“Sam.” He whispers before falling a sleep again. Peggy’s back towards Steve face hiding the sadness in her heart.

The end.

More to come soon.

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a-girl-must-have-a-new-name · 4 years ago

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Best One Yet

Gendry choked as he opened the Tyrell’s front door and a fog of dried ice assaulted him. However he waved it away and gallantly held the door open wider so that Arya could slip under his arm and enter.

“Wow Margaery really outdid herself again this year didn’t she!” It was more fact than question, one Gendry didn’t bother answering as they took in their surroundings for the evening. Margaery Tyrell had gone all out this year and had decorated her house as if it were a mausoleum, if mausoleums were underground vampire clubs of course. Columns that Gendry was at least seventy-five percent sure hadn’t been there before, now lined the entrance and into the ballroom of the estate. Instead of twinkling lights or whatever it was that they usually used for parties it seemed like Margaery and Loras had acquired a couple hundred sconces to light the house in a flickering candlelight. Gendry hoped that when the eventual fire would start Arya and he would be long gone. Though it seemed as though Arya had no such plan, eyeing the “mood lighting” in absolute delight.

“This is amazing! Robb had said Margaery had been going crazy the last week or so with planning, but even he has to admit it was worth it!”

“I don’t know, I kinda like last years theme better.” Last year had been a pumpkin carving party with tons of alcohol involved.

“That’s just because you enjoyed seeing Joffrey accidentally cut himself with a carving knife.”

“And you didn’t?”

“Well lets just say I wasn’t boo hooing as his goons dragged him to the hospital for stitches.” Arya smiled as she thought back to Joffrey almost fainting from the sight of all his blood.

“Arya, Gendry! I’m so glad you came!” Margaery Tyrell was on them in an instant hugging and kissing both on the cheek before pulling away to look at them.

“Love your costumes by the way! Please tell me that you’ll both enter the couples contest!” Margery spoke over the music. Arya looked up at Gendry coyly and shrugged. This year they had decided to go as Batman and Catwoman. Not the most original costume idea they’ve had but one that suited them fine nonetheless. In fact Arya was rather proud of the look. Having decided to go with a more vintage looking Catwoman, taking her inspiration right from Julie Newmar.

Arya had begged Sansa for months to make the costume and after promising to cover Sansa’s chores for the rest of the year. (As well as forking over the money for materials needed and a little extra for service) Arya couldn’t be happier! How Sansa had gotten the pattern needed and an almost exact type of fabric she couldn’t say but damn was her sister good at what she does. Sansa had even offered to help her do her hair and make up, styling it like Brigitte Bardot.

Arya had thought Gendry would go with the Nolan batman costume or something of that nature. To show off his stature and muscles, also because it was overall just bad ass if she had to say so. However, to her surprise Gendry showed up to her house in the Adam West Costume eyebrow mask and all. Once Arya could stand up straight again after laughing too hard she asked him why the choice?

“Who doesn’t want to be Adam West? Besides the other costumes made me look strange with all the extra padding sewn in on them.” Gendry did mention off-handedly, obviously a little embarrassed at the explanation but Arya couldn’t see why. Gendry had a great fucking body, one that was constantly on her mind if she was honest. He was well built from years of sports and hard work, lifting and carrying car parts and tools at his job at Mott’s Garage. He wasn’t crazy muscular like Dany’s Boyfriend was but he was still fit buff. In Fact with him wearing the batsuit she was reminded of vintage photos of American football players.

Shaking away her thoughts she turned back to Margaery admiring her own costume choice, Margaery had opted for a vampire look, befitting this year's theme. She was wearing a long flowy black sheer and laced corset dress with black and red roses adorning her hair in a makeshift crown that ended up cascading strategically down the back of her hair in smaller roses.

“Margaery your costume is great, I can see why Robb spent so much on his costume!” Arya

“Hey from what I heard my costume didn’t cost anything near what yours did. Hey Gendry what’s up? Batman nice!” Robb had joined the little group, greeting Gendry with their usual hug and leaned over to try and muss Arya’s hair who expertly dodged. Robb’s costume was very similar to Margaery's having an almost Victorian design with the same details sewn into the dress cape he wore. The group talked a little longer but Margaery had to excuse herself having hosting duties and Robb being the ever dutiful boyfriend followed her. Arya turned to Gendry eyed him up and down a glint in her eyes as she spoke

“Mr. Wayne would you care to dance?”

“Only if you call me Batman when we are out in public, Don’t want to have my identity known.”

“Purrr-fect.” Arya jokingly said as she grabbed Gendry’s hand and excitedly led him to the dance floor. Where a dark techno beat was blasting. For the next hour or so they danced. It was truly an eclectic set Margaery had put together. one moment it was a haunting waltz music which unsurprisingly for the group that had gathered all knew. (products of their upbringings) Gendry was a little nervous only having learned these dances later in life but Arya gently reminded him as they went and soon it was no problem at all for him, even surprising her once or twice with twirls and dips.

There were also the songs where they pull each other closer, moving rhythmically to the slowed hypnotic beats. A growing frustration at wanting to be even closer to each other, often forgetting where they were and getting caught up in the moment. Only getting a warning click of disapproval from Jon once, before his girlfriend Ygritte dragged him away.

While jumping along when rave music blasted. After one final dance, one that was exceptionally energetic, Gendry pleaded for a break and both moved towards the refreshment tables. Gendry in search of food and drink for them while Arya looked for a place to sit.

“Arya come sit at my table!” Sansa’s voice rang out clearly but Arya had trouble placing it until a wild hand beckoned her forward.

“Sansa is that you?” Arya was shocked instead of seeing her normal long Tully red hair Sansa was wearing a short dark black wig. Styled in a classic men's side part. It was jarring to see her with dark short hair. Arya thought rather enviously that it suited her even better than when Arya sported a short cropped hairstyle all those long years ago. Sansa’s delicate features were highlighted even more. And was it possible that Sansa’s blue eyes looked even brighter because of the dark color? Life was unfair.

However, Arya didn’t dwell on it like she would have years ago instead she smiled widely and approached Sansa who for her part was lounging at the table she had acquired and was looking around the room from time to time.

“This is great isn’t it? I think it’s even better than junior year's Rocky Horror theme!” Sansa exclaimed as Arya plopped down beside her.

That year had been a karaoke party while the film continuously played on loop on one of the dance floor walls. Sansa had been dragged up to the mic to sing and pretty much stole the show. Well at least she had until Olenna Tyrell walked down the stairs for a drink and came face to er- Renly Baratheon's gyrating hips as he danced drunkenly on one of the tables.

It had been a night to remember truly. Especially when Olenna surprised everyone and grabbed the mic from Sansa’s hands and with a strength that a woman of her age shouldn’t have possessed pulled Renly down from the table and had him singing along with her in no time.

“That was a pretty great party.” Arya admitted remembering Sansa’s scandalized face at the time.

“Hey Arya I grabbed a whole bunch of different things to eat! I even snagged a goodie bag for dessert. I figured we can grab a few more later. Margaery isn’t going to notice- Oh hey Sansa almost didn’t recognize you! Great costume but I thought Arya said you were going as the little mermaid?”

“Oh I am, however somebody made a better case that they should be Ariel” Sansa replied casually with a conspiratorial smile forming across her lips as she looked behind them.

“Sup Bitches! Gendry I love what you’ve done with your brows!” Theon shouted loudly as he placed two bottles on the table, a water for Sansa and a beer for him.

Gendry who had taken a bite out of his cupcake once again began to choke, though Arya couldn’t be worried at the moment as she grinned wildly at Theon reaching over the table to give him a high five. Theon had a long red wig on and a purple seashell bra that was slightly skewed. His bottom half Arya was happy to see covered by a mertail. Which was connected to a stick so he could move it around.

“Alright I give up, Gendry I don’t think we are going to win the costume contest.”

“That’s fine with me, if you guys don’t win it, the contest is rigged!”

“Come on now, I think we’ve got a good shot to win this year” Ygritte's voice came from behind as everyone turned to look at them. Ygritte and Jon looked absolutely ridiculous in their Scoops Ahoy costumes.

Jon had absolutely refused at first, saying there was no way he’d walk around looking like that. Contest or not.

However, it was no surprise to Arya that, that evening as she was walking through the hallway she spotted Jon meticulously adjusting the sailor hat to sit perfectly on his locks. Jon having caught her looking only sighed defeatedly and shrugged his shoulders. As if to say “what can you do?”

Everyone moved around so that there was more room at the table and Theon nodded his head regarding the newest members of the table looking them up and down before his normal sly smile crept across his face.

“I’ll give it to you, you’ve got the upper hand in terms of popularity at the moment. But what Sans and I’ve got is pure classic nostalgia, and humor. Though I do have to admit Snow, those shorts are a riot!”

“Not to mention you really nailed the hair Harrington!” Robb joined the conversation plopping on the only chair left at the table next to Jon and ruffling his hair. Causing Jon to curse moving out of reach and adjusting the hat once more.

“Where’s Margaery? Sansa asked, looking around for her.

“She’s setting up for the runway right now.” Robb answered as he swiped Theon’s beer taking a sip for himself while Theon went to go get more drinks for the table.

“She got a runway for this?” Gendry asked in disbelief, rich people never stopped surprising him.

“Hey at least it’s not a haunted mansion like she rented three years ago.” Robb offered knowingly. Patting Gendry on the back.

“But Harrenhal was awesome. I want to go back!” Arya defended. Gendry looked visibly ill at the thought. That was back before they had become a couple, they had decided to go to the party with their friend Hot Pie. It was not a good night for Gendry who up until that moment had been able to keep his fear of jump scares and ghost to a minimum. It also didn’t help that some pretty boy named Jaqen had gone along on their group's tour, walking with Arya and laughing at the scare actors and tour guide as they went.

The only thing that made the tour bearable was after one close call of Gendry nearly hitting a worker with his Thor hammer. Arya having realized what was wrong, left the front of the group to walk side by side with him the rest of the night. Taking his hand in preparation for the next scare, and squeezing it to reassure him before letting go again. At some point in the night Gendry just kept a hold of her hand. And within the week they were going out. So yeah maybe Harrenhal wasn’t as bad as he remembered. But still the thought of the creepy burnt house and all the ghost and ghouls that were there was enough to keep him away for a lifetime

The rest of the night ended up staying for the most part at the table, laughing and reminiscing on Halloween’s past. Theon caused everyone to cry from laughter as he retold highlights of his tricks as a child. How he had successfully tee-peed old Walder Frey's house and never got caught. To which Robb added that he never got caught only because Robb was blamed for it instead. It cost Robb a month of cleaning and yard work at the man’s house to make up for it.

Arya had moved from her chair at some point to sit on Gendry’s lap and leaned into the crook of his neck enjoying the feeling of his body laughing at her brother’s wild antics. It was nice to see the usually stoic man open up and enjoy other peoples company. But Arya knew it was only because this was her crazy family and he’d known all of them just as long as she’d known him. He was just as much a part of the stories as anyone else.

The group ate and drank the rest of the night, Robb having left half way through to go help Margaery once more, and soon the contest had begun. The crowd cheered as each couple walked the runway. Margaery and Robb walked first after having explained they wouldn’t be competing but still thought the costumes deserved to be appreciated. They looked like quite the power couple. Then after a while Jon and Ygritte had their turn. Both laughing as they walked, people screaming their character’s names and quoting the show as they went. As they sat back down Jon winked at Arya.

“Beat that.”

“Oh trust me, we will!” feeling her competitive streak rise up Arya hopped out of Gendry’s lap and grabbed his arm dragging him along. After quickly consulting with each other on what they were going to do Arya ran back stage to hand her phone to Margaery asking her to play it on the sound system. By the time Arya got back to Gendry it was almost their time to walk. And as soon as the original batman theme started playing the crowd went wild. Gendry ran out on stage karate chopping and punching the air in wild broad strokes in time with the music. Meanwhile Arya waited until he was about two thirds of the way down the runway and then she was going. Thanking her parents for all the years of gymnastics she had taken Arya carted her way down. Twisting and flipping perfectly down the line. Before landing perfectly next to Gendry. Both grinned like idiots as they took a sweeping bow. Confident in their spot they hopped off the Stage Gendry catching Arya easily in his arms which added more fuel to the fire as the crowd laughed and cheered even more. Walking back to their table Arya eyed Ygritte coyly before asking.

“Still think you're winning?”

“No, no we know when we’re beat.” Ygritte laughed.

“I just hope you know when you Are.” Jon said with a chuckle as he pointed to the stage where Sansa and Theon were alreadying posing. And once the regular music started once more. Both started to strut the runway. In tandem looking like ridiculous models. At some point Theon somehow was able to wrap the part of the tail that was attached to a stick around his neck dramatically like a scarf before ripping it free at the end of the walk. Sansa for her part pulled out a sword from a hilt and started brandishing it. Arya quickly realized it was her prized fencing sword Jon had bought her. But couldn’t find it in herself to be mad. Instead she threw her head back wolf whistling as Theon turned “seductively” around showing the complete costume. In the end it really was no contest. Sansa and Theon won by a landslide. And after a long winded and completely unnecessary acceptance speech on Theon’s part. (which Arya was very sure she heard Jon muttering to himself that he wished Theon would actually lose his voice.) The party had drawn to a close. The group separated all feeling like the night wasn’t quite over. Gendry hummed in content as he and Arya made it back to his apartment. Having ditched the costumes for more comfortable clothes Arya was snuggled up on the couch in one of Gendry’s large t-shirts, as Gendry flipped through dvd’s before finally settling on one. Quickly putting it in and turning off the lights he sat on the couch as well, gladly letting Arya into his space as she leaned against him once more. Arya laughed as the title menu for the batman show lit up the screen.

“Not tired of it yet?”

“No way gotta pay homage to it right?”

“Right, and what better way than a marathon and candy?”

“Oh shit I forgot to get the goodie bags!”

“I know, that’s why I swiped them, when you were asking Robb if they needed any help cleaning.”

“Why you crafty little thief there’s like 10 bags here!” Gendry laughed as Arya pulled her bag she had taken for the night out and revealed all the treats she had grabbed. Arya merely shrugged, pulling two out and tossing one to Gendry.

“ What can I say? I really wanted to pay homage to Catwoman.”

This was hands down Margaery’s best Halloween party yet.

#gendrya fic #arya x gendry #asoiaf fic #game of thrones #arya stark #gendry waters #gendrya

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soufflegirl · 5 years ago

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Agent Carter: literally exists

Peggy Carter in Agent Carter: metaphorically lets Steve go by dropping his blood sample

Peggy Carter in Agent Carter, season 2: "I've learned that dwelling on what might have been... it's no way to live."

Peggy Carter in CATWS: "The world has changed and none of us can go back. All we can do is our best, and sometimes the best that we can do is to start over."

Steve Rogers in AAOU: "Family, stability. The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out. [...] I'm home."

Russos' Brothers making Avengers: Endgame:

#avengers #avengers endgame #endgame #steve rogers #captain america #peggy carter #marvel's agent carter #agent carter #yes i'm still mad #yes i'm still talking about this #yes i'm still salty #endgame ending #russo's brothers #don't get me wrong #i love steggy #i ship them with all my heart #BUT #i still don't like steve's choice to go back in the past

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magicmanias · 5 years ago

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Greyhound Station [Prologue]

Chapter: Prologue

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Ballerina!Reader

Summary: Since she was eight years old, Y/N Parker knew only one thing for certain: that she would always love James Buchanan Barnes. By fourteen, she was positive she knew everything—including that Bucky would be hers forever. When she was eighteen, she realized she really only knew three things: one, that New York was rotten, two, that she would be a dancer no matter what her parents said, and three, that she would do everything in her power to never see James Buchanan Barnes again. But now, Y/N is twenty-four and somehow, she’s back at where she started all those years ago, at a Greyhound station on 206 Livingston Street.

Warnings: Fluff, (Loveable) Asshole Clint Barton, Swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m rewriting this series with my good friend, Angelina! Please go check out her account and follow her. She’s an amazing human being and she’s so amazing for helping me write this god forsaken story. I hope you all enjoy what’s coming soon!

Co-written by @dearspacepirates and @angelinathebook.

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[Summer of 2011, Freshman Year, 15 y/o.]

July 12 was going to go down in history as the day that Y/N Julianne Parker conquered her fear of heights.

For the past seven years you've lived in Brooklyn, you and the gang went to Coney Island every day that you possibly could in the seventy-seven days of summer that school offered you. And every year, everyone would buy a ticket for the Wonder Wheel… except you. So for an hour of waiting time and ten minutes while your friends could be heard from the top screaming and laughing, you sat at the bottom waiting. But it wasn’t so bad. Someone always sat out with you to keep you company while the rest rode the wheel. Of course, you always felt a little guilty about it; like the little sister that no one wanted to deal with. They drew straws and the unlucky member that was picked didn't get to partake in, apparently, the “best ride ever” that year.

[Summer of 2004, Third Grade, 8 y/o.]

The first time the gang went to Coney Island, well, the gang was much smaller. Just you, Steve, and Bucky. Sarah was the one to suggest that the boys draw straws.

“We don't leave each other behind,” she'd said, taking out the straw of her coke and cutting it into different sized pieces with the pocket knife from her ex-husband. “Now, that also applies to me. Three straws. Steve, Bucky, and me. Whoever picks the shortest straw stays with Y/N.”

You stared at your feet and shuffled your feet. “I-I don't want to keep you guys from—”

A comforting hand landed on your shoulder and Sarah gave you a warm smile. “Hey, we're not abandoning you.” She ruffled Steve and Bucky’s hair with her spare hand. “These two little buggers and I? We're with you until the end of the line, baby.”

Steve had drawn the short straw that particular time, but he didn't really mind. He said heights triggered his allergies anyway.

[Summer of 2011, Freshman Year, 15 y/o.]

“You can do this. You can do this. Just brea—”

“Hey, relax, will you? You've been shaking since we picked you up. It's a ferris wheel.” Tony slung his arm around your shoulders, chewing on the stick of the lollipop he started on the walk there. He peaked at you imphisly from under his sunglasses.

“Lay off, Stark. Just be nice about it, ok? She's nervous,” Steve butted in. Always the hero, you thought.

“Thanks, Stevie. But really, I am… ok. I can do this,” you insisted. You looked up at the giant wheel and your stomach floored. The line shifted forward and Bruce bumped into you.

Bruce adjusted his tilted glasses. “Oh sorry—”

“I can't do this!”

Half of the crew sighed and started digging through their pockets. Tony, Thor, and Natasha muttered small curses before handing fives to Clint, Loki, and Bucky.

“I really thought you were going to this time around,” Natasha groaned, but she still smiled at you before glaring at a very satisfied Clint.

You huffed in annoyance. “Even you, Bucky?”

“Don't hate the player. Hate the game, killer,” he smirked, shoving Thor's five into his pocket. You continued to frown.

“Aw, come on, doll. Don't be that way.” Bucky came over to you, placed his hands in his jacket, and shot an innocent pout at you. “You know I love you. You're my dream girl.”

You punched him in the arm. “Fuck off, James.”

He backed up like a wounded dog, holding his arm. “Hey, I'm just trying to make us some money. So we can start a life together, baby. You and me.”

Flirt. You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” Tony muttered, putting his wallet back in his pocket. “Who's got the straws?”

Steve bashfully pulled out multiple straws of different lengths and began to shuffle them in his palms. The routine started again. Everyone pulled a straw: Tony, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Nat, then Bucky.

Bucky drew the short stick.

The gang patted his shoulder—their clandestine form of sympathy, just as the routine went. The gang entered the line and you and your unlucky companion for the next hour and ten minutes sat on the bench near the vintage ice cream parlor that sold flavors all the way back to the 1930s. And then, you'd thank whoever sat with you. Sometimes, they bought you a cone or if they had historically Irish luck, then you'd buy them a sundae because it was the second time they had to sit with you. (A rightfully bitter Clint once asked for the most expensive item on the menu and Coney Island prices weren't cheap.)

Something about this time was different though. It was funny. In all the seven years you'd known Bucky, he never once drew the short straw. Never. Long had he been accused of cheating, but your peers could never prove it. Until now.

Apparently, he wasn't cheating.

You decided to stick to the routine anyway, despite the sour frown on Bucky's face.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. You tried to shoot him a small smile, but his pout persisted and he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

You sat there for a good ten minutes until you started to get sick of Bucky’s frown. Bucky was always difficult when he was in a bad mood, but after years of trial and error, you knew how to deal with his moodiness. “I’ll be right back,” you said.

You got up and waded into the crowd of people before disappearing altogether from Bucky’s view. He slumped further into the bench. “Why am I even here if you're just gonna split?” he muttered.

After several minutes, Bucky’s cheeks began to hurt and he sat up. Where were you? He stood and scanned the surrounding area for his annoyingly evasive friend.

“Hey!” A finger poked him in the shoulder and when he turned, he was met with a large ice cream cone shoved in front of him. Behind it, stood Y/N with an innocent grin lining her face.

Bucky took the cone and smirked, “You remembered.”

“Burgundy cherry on a sugar cone. Two scoops,” you recited, rocking back and forth on your heels.

He chuckled. She always knew how to cheer him up. He stared at the scoop of pink ice cream. “I’m sorry for being… dumb about the ferris wheel. I know you don't like it,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay.” You blushed behind your cone, hoping Bucky wouldn't see. “You’re lucky you've got those baby blues, Barnes. It's what's kept me around all these years,” you joked, shoving him playfully in the arm.

Bucky pulled away in pretend pain. “Careful killer, you just might make me fall in love with you.”

“Save it, Barnes.”

Bucky watched you while you returned to licking your ice cream. As much as he loved you, Bucky was going on that ride.

He stood up and reached out for your hand, smiling warmly. “Come on, Killer. I've got a surprise for you.”

You looked up with excitement. “Really?”

“Yeah, but you gotta close your eyes.” Bucky walked behind you and covered your eyes with his free hand. “Trust me. You'll like this.”

“Holy fuck, Bucky!” you screeched, pushing into Bucky’s side, trying to get away from the edge of the seat. Your heart pounded out of your chest as you rose higher and higher. You screwed your eyes shut, but it only accelerated the tears that poked at the corners and threatened to spill down your cheeks.

“Bucky, I want off…” you whimpered. “I want to get off.”

“Hey, just don’t look down. You’re safe with me,” he assured you, taking your hand in his. You squeezed it, hard. He pulled his other arm away from where you pressed against it and wrapped it around your shoulders, beckoning you into his embrace.

“Please Bucky, I want to get down,” you whispered, one single tear rolling down your cheek as you spoke. You knew what you were asking wasn’t rational, but logic and reason were left on the ground below, along with your confidence.

“Just focus on your breathing and focus on me,” He coached, making stupid deep-breathing gestures with his arms.

“What about you? Focus on how much I hate you or the strong urge I have to punch you?” You fire back, not feeling at all comforted. If anything, that made it worse. You were slowly rising higher and higher and the pit in your stomach grew deeper and deeper.

“Well I… was thinking more like something along the lines of this,” he murmured, taking your hands. He started to rub small circles into the skin of your hand with his thumb, “And this,” he said with the same soft intensity, the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders, snaking itself around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming you from the breeze of being so high. And then Bucky made that stupid face that made you feel all warm and fluttery inside. So stupid…

Bucky watched as you calmed your breathing. He knew you’d probably uphold your promise to punch him when you got off, but it was worth it. You shivered at the cool temperature from being at the top of the ferris wheel. Bucky’s instincts pulled your closer to him; he was always warm, so you would always cuddle up to him. It was then that Bucky realized that he was still holding your hand and you were still staring at him with your stupid, doe eyes.

And that’s when Bucky couldn’t take it anymore.

All of freshman year, you and he had been dancing around each other, daring the other to just say something, but the two of you were probably the most stubborn people on the planet. He wasted all of freshman year flirting with other girls because he had too much pride to just admit that you were the only one for him. Fuck friendship, Bucky Barnes fell hard for you and he didn’t want to come up for air any time soon.

“What’re you starin’ at, pretty boy?” you mumbled.

“Killer, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Oh, just wait until we get off this damn—mphf!”

Lips connected to yours. The butterflies in your stomach that started flapping because of your sheer terror, began to fly for entirely different reasons. His lips were soft and gentle. You gripped his hand a little tighter and lifted your free one to drag it through his hair.

“Oh shit! Are you guys fucking making out!?” You could hear Clint’s voice two cars down.

“Holy shit!” Tony. “Someone get a picture! Also, Thor owes me 20 bucks!”

“What!? You couldn’t have waited like another week, Barnes!?” Thor’s voice boomed.

Bucky placed his hand on the side of his mouth and yelled down, “Stop betting on everything!” He sucked in his lip in annoyance and huffed at his friends’ commentary and his ruined moment with you. But you just chuckled.

“I think this is my new favorite ride,” you said and Bucky’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He placed his hands on the sides of your head and kissed your forehead.

“So does this mean you’re my girl, killer?” he mumbled against your head.

“I don’t know, James. I’m still pretty mad that you tricked me.”

“Didn’t you say you liked this ride now. I remember you calling it ‘your favorite ride,’” he said, bending his fingers in air quotes.

“I’m punching you when we get off this stupid machine, jerk.”

“If it means I get to kiss those pretty lips again, then hit me with your best shot.”

[Summer of 2020, 24 y/o.]

“We are now in New York City. This is 206 Livingston Street. Thank you for riding with Greyhound and we hope you have a good day.”

The double-doors of the bus opened with a hiss and you gathered your bags after saying goodbye to the nice father who was taking his boys on a trip to the Big Apple for their summer vacation.

Your phone buzzed.

Today | 10:00 am

Wanda: Hey, just wanted to make sure you got here ok :) Y/N: I just got off. I’m headed to your apartment right now. Wanda: Are you sure you don’t want me to help you with your bags? Y/N: I’m ok. Just waiting for a cab. Wanda: Ok, stay safe <3. Wanda: And remember! Drinks at the Odinsons’ at 8, ok? Y/N: Ok, I'll think about it… Are you sure he won't be there? Wanda: No, drama queen. He took an extra shift at the station anyway. Wanda: Be there! x

You stared at the apartment in front of you and thought about Wanda's last text. You were hesitant to go anyway. Seeing everyone again… It'd bring back too many memories that all involved him. Maybe Wanda was right. You were a drama queen. You couldn't even think his name without being upset. And even though you were in the largest city in America, you had a feeling it would be hard to avoid him.

God, you couldn't believe you were back here. Six years ago, you swore you'd never come back to New York and here you were in the same place you started.

Hopefully, Thor still made good drinks.

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skeeter-110 · 4 years ago

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I Dreamt About You Every Night

Tony Stark has been dead for seventeen years due to a mission gone wrong. He’s survived getting blown up, palladium poisoning, terrorist attacks, and even Thanos himself, and he gets killed by - what was supposed to be - a simple day-to-day mission. Or, so everyone thought.

|| Chapter One || || Chapter Two || || Chapter Three || || Chapter Four || || Chapter Five || || Chapter Six ||

Epilogue

“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” ― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

A year later

Peter walked through the cemetery on autopilot, not really thinking about where he was going as he continued to walk towards the grave turned tribute. Although, it wasn't like he needed to think to get to where he was going; he's been there so many times before his body just automatically knew where to go.

It felt almost natural, even though Peter hadn't been to the grave/tribute in over a year. He didn't even know what compelled him to visit today of all days.

The old anniversary of Tony's disappearance came and passed and no longer really meant anything - there was a new anniversary now - so there really was no reason for Peter to be there.

And, yet, here he was, sitting down in front of the grave turned tribute.

"I don't know why I'm here if I'm being perfectly honest. At this point, after coming here for seventeen years straight, it's become a habit to come here when something big is happening; and something big has happened. It's my youngest son's first birthday. Even now I can't believe that he was born a year ago. I still wish you could have been there to see him be born." Peter tells the hunk of stone sitting in front of him.

"You're still not over that? Come on, it's been a year and I've apologized multiple times for it. I mean, how was I supposed to know that M.J was going to go into labor the same day the Avengers send me on a mission?" A voice interrupts Peter's soliloquy.

"Well, considering you're supposed to be retired from the Avengers." Peter teases, turning around to come face to face with Tony. "How did you know I was here?"

"Your scary wife told me it's a habit for you to come here when something's happening. You know, I really don't appreciate you leaving me to do all the party planning." tony ridicules, making Peter look away abashedly, seemingly embarrassed for getting caught talking to the grave.

"Yeah, we should start heading back to the house before M.J comes here and drags us there herself." Peter lightheartedly says as he gets up off of the ground and dusts off his pants. Before Peter could walk too far away though, he was stopped by Tony gently grabbing onto his shoulder.

"Hey, I know we didn't really talk about it, but last month kind of marked a year since everything happened and-" Tony began to ramble, still not the greatest at putting his emotions into words, even after all of these years.

"We don't need to talk about that, Tony." Peter brushes off, beginning to walk towards the car again.

"You thought I died again. You don't think there's something there that we should at least discuss?" Tony continues to pry.

"No, there's not. I only thought you were gone for a second because you got out on the other side of the building, but it was only for a second. Now, you're here and you're okay. We're all okay." Peter says, sounding sincere enough for Tony to believe it.

"If you say so, Kid." Tony sighs.

"Now, come on, Grandpa, wouldn't want to miss your grandson's first birthday also." Peter teases, laughing at the disgruntled look he earned in return.

"You know, I really don't appreciate all the mileage this 'Grandpa' joke is getting." Tony grumbles, only really pretended t be upset about it. Everyone and anyone who had eyes could see how tightly Tony was wrapped around all of the children's fingers; especially Annie-May, no matter how much he would deny it.

"Is it really a joke if you're actually a Grandpa, though?" Peter keeps ragging on him, Tony playfully lunging at Peter in revenge.

"Just because technically I'm in my seventies, I still have my forty-year-old body and I can and will kick your ass." Tony threatens. Peter just rolled his eyes and slung his arm around Tony's shoulders as they continued to walk.

"Whatever you say, old man."

* * *

Taking in the sight, Peter couldn't help but smile and sigh in satisfaction.

The party went off without a hitch, everyone just glad to be able to celebrate the little one's first birthday. All of the Avengers showed up, although they had to go before the cake was even cut because - of course - crime never sleeps and duty called.

Thankfully, they didn't even have to convince Tony to stay, the man was too wrapped up in practically smothering Richard in either presents or cuddles; never handing the baby off for too long before taking him back.

Now, cake and ice cream have already been passed out and eaten, the presents have all been opened, and all the kids were playing together while Richard slept in Tony's arms.

Everything just felt so... complete, once again.

"I missed this look on you." M.J says as she sidles up to Peter, gently putting her hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"What look?" Peter questions, pulling M.J onto his lap.

"The look of contentment." M.J answers, putting her hand up to stop the argument that was about to leave Peter's mouth.

"I know you loved us with your whole heart, and I know you were happy with how our family was, but there was always something missing." M.J explains, looking up at Tony, who was telling all of the kids some sort of story; no doubt about Iron Man. "I'm glad you got back your something missing."

"How did I ever get so lucky to ever have someone like you?" Peter marvels.

"Oh, this is pure selfishness. I never had a father-figure either, so I'm just stealing yours. Why do you think I work for Pepper? It's only to get closer to Tony." M.J teases, making Peter chuckle and squeeze her sides "Also I agree, you are lucky to have a catch like me." M.J adds, Peter playfully biting her shoulder in return.

"Still as cocky as ever." Peter says before pulling M.J down for a kiss. For a moment, it was just Peter and M.J; no one else in the world existed. But, alas, there's a bunch of children in their family.

"Eww." Annie whines, effectively pulling her parents out of their little moment.

"Oh, God, gross! What, is four kids not enough for you?" Morgan spits out, pretending to dramatically throw up on the floor.

"Hey, Tony, did you know there was one time where Morgan had to call me because she went to a Halloween party and-" Peter begins to tell Tony in retaliation, causing Morgan to practically sprint across the room and slam her hand over Peter's mouth.

"No, we are not telling that story!"

"Oh, do you mean the Halloween party she went to in high school dressed up as one of the knights as Monty Python and the Holy Grail, not realizing that high schoolers don't usually dress up?" M.J chimes in making Morgan throw her head back and groan.

"You guys are so embarrassing." Morgan whines while Tony tries to control his laughter.

"I remember that! I also remember specifically warning you that no one else was going to dress up." Pepper adds, giggling a bit at Morgan's beat red face.

"That's why she had to call me! She was too embarrassed to own up to Pepper and tell her she was right." Peter continues to tease. Morgan just huffed and pulled Richard out of Tony's arms.

"I will not take this slander no longer. At least Richard can't talk." Morgan mumbles, walking into the kitchen with the baby; no doubt to fill him up with more sweets.

They continued like that until it was dark and half of the kids were sleeping. Just sitting around, sharing stories, and laughing with each other. Just simply being a family.

And, for the first time in eighteen-years, Peter allowed himself to smile and relax, allowing the feeling of imperturbability to wash over him.

For the first time in eighteen-years Peter's family was finally complete.

And he was going to keep it that way.

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damn-stark · 4 years ago

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Crossed Stars Ch.8

Star Wars x Marvel

A/N- I know that after the time jump, Steve mentions his girl Peggy, but for angst reasons he will not do so in this series....anyway I hoped you all liked it!! I love how this chapter turned out, so let me know y’all thought!!

Warning- ANGST, slight swearing, LOONG CHAPTER

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Takes place during- The beginning Endgame!

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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(5 YEARS LATER)

“You did the hardest part. You took the jump. You didn’t know where you were going to come down.” Steve turned to you, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips while he grabbed your hand to interlace it with his own to continue what he was saying to the group.

“For my girlfriend and I it was hard. For the both us, but we both learned to take those baby steps forward, together and alone.” You look to the group and share a quick nod in agreement to Steve’s words, sharing your own in a soft and understanding way.

“And that’s it, that’s those little brave baby steps we gotta take to try and become whole again, try and find purpose.” You look to Steve and give him his turn to speak, said man’s gaze fixated on the floor for a moment of hesitation before he recovered and spoke.

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I...lost my best friend. Woke up seventy years later,” their was a brief pause in his sentence, shrugging before he continued, “you gotta move on. Gotta move on.”

It was hard to miss the hesitation in his voice. Maybe as someone who didn’t know him personally it was just an encouraging choice of words, but for you, after dating him for four years (almost 5) you could hear. And maybe, perhaps after five years of working so hard to do that, to feel as if these groups or just self work and growth worked, part of you still didn’t move on. Their was always going to be a part of you that was never going to move on from that grief.

Who would? Watching the people you loved disappear before your eyes would haunt anyone.

The positive thing that you did feel was that Steve was there to help, he was always there to help and he did help you somewhat move on. Their was some small part of you that did think you could move on with him. Maybe even become something more significant. But their was also part of you that couldn’t move on from...Poe. Especially as of late. With those stupid feelings resurfacing. Stupid.

“The world is in our hands, it’s left to us guys. And we gotta do something with it.” A tear manages to roll down your cheek at the sound of Steve’s words, said man noticing and giving your hand a comforting squeeze as he continued. “Otherwise...Thanos should’ve killed all of us.”

—

“How was today?” Steve asks as he stops the car in front of the compound.

You place a strand of hair behind your ear and give him a small nod, “very motivational. Like always. You’ve just gotta a way with words.” You giggle, placing your hand behind his neck to rub small circles at the sides, “I loved it. Really. You coming in today?”

Steve nods his head in agreement and unbuckled his seatbelt all the while, “yeah I’m going to say hi to Natasha, it’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

“How about we go out and eat to those sandwiches you both like. We can invite Poe too?” You suggest with a more excited grin.

“Sure sounds like a plan.” He moves forward and presses a soft kiss on your lips, staying close to say, “thank you for coming today. It really means a lot that you do.”

“We’re both doing this together.” You caress his cheek before pulling back to exit the car at the same time he did, “Natasha should be in the office, you ask her and I’ll ask Dameron.” Before you could even hear his answer you walk into the compound, immediately being welcomed by Artoo. “Your favorite person has returned rust bucket.”

Artoo responds with the same sass, making your eyes roll in a lighthearted way before rubbing the top of his head and asking him a question, “is Poe around?” The droid beeps in agreement before he gave away the pilots location, letting you rush upstairs to find his room with the door cracked open.

You lightly knock and wait for him to answer or come to the door. After a couple of minutes of waiting you sigh and knock again, causing Artoo to beep at you encouraging you inside without an answer. Something you quickly denied, “he could be...indecent in there, I don’t know, maybe he has his...friend there.” Artoo sass’s you in return, all something you now ignored. What was the point to argue with that droid, you would go nowhere.

Again and trying one last time you knock, but this time the door swings open revealing the curly headed pilot, a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes plastered on his face. “Hi, you back already? I thought you would be out longer.” He leans his shoulder on his doors frame to try and cover whatever or whoever was inside. A gesture you found quite weird, something that also made you notice his quick and heavy breaths.

Ignoring that you shrug and answer his question, “nope, Steve brought me home earlier today.” You clasp your hands together and briefly glance to the ground, now noticing that this is the longest he has stayed in the same room, or same space in the past couple of days.

Actions that started after your lunch together, where completely out of nowhere his behavior changed to what it was a month ago. Weird and distant. Maybe it was his friend Kacy or maybe he realized something more like you had after that stupid double date....who knows? He never told you anything anymore.

“You busy?”

Poe scratched the bag of his head while his smile faltered and he began to stammer. “I..uh...I”

“If you are it’s okay.”

“No I’m not....Whats up?” He stayed glued to the doorframe, moving to block your peripheral view when he noticed you try and peek inside.

“You’re acting weird Dameron...you sure you’re not busy?” You probe again.

He chuckles nervously, “no no I’m not. What’s up?”

BB8 rolls up behind him, his little head peeking behind at the side of his leg, a series of happy chirps at the sight of Artoo and you, all before he urged you inside. “At least someone here has manners.” You taunt pushing beside Dameron to just get stopped by said man as he grabbed your elbow.

“Hey, wait,” he paused for a long moment, his eyes locking on yours, just making your heart begin to beat wildly in your chest and stay glued to the same spot without urging him to move away. Almost feeling like your limbs were frozen, only letting your eyes follow his line of sight go to your hand for a quick moment, not knowing you had caught on, “I—you know what forget it, it’s nothing.”

He let your arm go and tried to have your conversation in that spot, still stubbornly refusing you to go in until BB8 once again urged you inside “are you guys hiding something? Or what’s up? You guys are being weird.” This time you successfully got past Poe and walked inside his room, noticing how blank it was—his walls weren’t filled before but he had some stuff pinned, like pictures, or he had his guitar case leaning in a corner, jackets or shirts thrown on his chair, and a little space for BB8. But now he had nothing, not even clothes hung inside his closet.

“You remodeling or something?” You asked nervously.

Poe sighed deeply, whispering something under his breath you didn’t catch. His hands running through his curls before he dropped them at his side, his lips parting to explain but getting cut off when you noticed an envelope with your name on it.

“Y/N, wait.”

You smirk and take the envelope, waving it to taunt him, “you write me your deepest darkest secret?” Poe tries to snatch the envelop, but you’re quick and swerve his action.

“Don’t y/n. Please don’t.”

Carefully you swipe your finger under the flap to tear it open, slowly poking your fingers inside to pull out what seemed to be a letter, a deep and shaky exhale heard from him before he tried to once again snatch the letter but coming out unsuccessful.

You unfold the letter and grin as you read the top out-loud, “Dear Y/n, I...” Your smile completely drops as your eyes scan the next few words, tears already brimming your eyes, making Poe curse under his breath and try and take the letter one last time, but it turning out as before, with you moving out of the way and read said letter to yourself instead.

Dear y/n,

I didn’t want to say goodbye like this or at all actually, but it’s time I do. After five years of watching you better yourself and be in a happy relationship with Steve I can’t stay anymore. You just don’t need me and I’m okay with that, you’re okay with that. You’re happy and that makes me happy, and yes it’s true I wish we would have been something more. I’ve been wanting that for years, but you know I’m willingly to give that up because you’re happy, because I’d rather let you go than lose you.

I love you and if you’re happy with someone else then what can I do? I hope you have the life you always wanted, I hope you stay happy forever because you deserve nothing less. And I would write more. A lot more, but I’m afraid if I do this would be too long so I’m okay with writing this. Anyhow I know you’ll understand my choice to leave and I hope you’re not mad because of it. I’ll always be a fly away, or a call away. I love you. You’ll always have a special place in my heart.

Goodbye sweetheart.

Poe

Tears land on the shaking paper in your hand, pulling your eyes up to meet Poe’s apologetic look, his hands already going to grab your own before you pulled away and continued to glare at him. Your mind trying to come up with one single response, something so hard with millions things coming up, all things you wanted to say.

“Y/N—”

“You’re leaving?” You tried to disguise your voice to make it sound angry but it came out hurt with a soft crack as tears you couldn’t control fell, “you were going to leave without an explanation? You were going to leave while I was gone?!”

Poe moved forward, his hands trying to cup your cheeks or grab your shoulders, actions that got rejected as you kept moving back away from him.

“It’s time for me to go home.” He whispered to the floor, blinking up to you when you didn’t answer right away. “Y/N did you hear me?”

“I thought you said I-I was your home?” You’re unable to meet his gaze, unable to keep your voice from sounding hurt and betrayed.

“You are,” he swallowed thickly his own eyes pooling with tears, “but I can’t stay anymore. You’re going to start a life with Steve and I can’t be here to watch that.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, this time the anger you were beginning to feel burning hotter inside you and making you take big step forward, “who said that? What?”

“It’s time for me to move on...even if it’s without you.” Poe continued.

“But..” their was too many emotions running through you, many things you needed and wanted to say, all of it just getting lost the moment you wanted to speak up, all of it just feeding your anger. “You know what, leave see if I care.” You follow by balling the letter in your hand and shoving it in his own, “and keep your stupid letter. I don’t care for it.” Without another word and in blinding anger you push him back and try to storm away, but you should’ve known that it was impossible to get the last word with Poe.

“Please don’t say that,” he tried to grasp your arm, but you quickened your pace, trying to slam his door only for him to catch it and push it back, his mission to explain himself deeper not dropping, “y/n please don’t let it end like this. Come on.”

You twirl around and point your finger at him, trying to sound angry and determined but every word coming out the opposite of the demeanor you tried to feign, “leave! that’s what you want to do, just do it, I don’t care!”

“Y/n,” Poe pleaded, “just understand that—” his words were cut off at the sight of Steve and Natasha coming to view, both looking to have some sense of hope, almost excited—the opposite of what either Poe or you felt.

“Uhh..” Steve looked akwardly between Poe and you, wondering what he had walked into, but not daring to ask—atleast not at that instant. “Y/n, Poe we have some news,” Steve spoke up with uncertainty.

“What about?” You turn to face him, but avoid looking at either avenger in the face. Hiding the fact that you had been crying.

Natasha shared a questioning glance with Steve, neither of them asking what had gone on and instead letting Natasha answer for Steve, “A friend just came. He says that their might be a way to bring everyone back.”

—

Traveling through time? What the hell.

The more they explained it the more confused you were. It sounded ridiculous and unreal, not only that but it was meant to be a sense of hope, a new solution after five years. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.

“I don’t know if I can do this again Steve,” You sigh looking up at him with a watery gaze, “I’ve....” You hesitate to say your next words, but do so even if it felt wrong saying them, “...moved on. And if it doesn’t work I don’t know what I will do.”

Steve understood your hesitation, he felt it to but he had more hope than you did, he believed their could be a way...he needed to believe that.

“I know,” he tried assure you, “I know but it’s a second chance. What if it doesn’t work? We have to have hope.”

You shook your head in denial, “that’s what we said last time and look how that turned out.”

Steve wiped the tear from your cheek and then grabbed your hands in his, “one last time. After this we’re done, I promise.”

“Steve.” You cry.

“One last run. If it works you’ll get your family back, we’re doing this for them.” He gently pulls you in for a hug, one hand around your shoulders and one hand on the back of your head to pull you in closer. “One last time.”

Even if part of yourself didn’t believe it was going to work, their was still a small voice in your head, a small light that had always held hope for a solution to bring everyone back. And you gripped onto that small hope as hard as you could, for a what if. But if didn’t work you don’t know what you would do.

“Fine...one last time.” You whisper before pulling away, “before we leave I’m going to talk to Dameron.” without waiting for a response you walked off to talk to said pilot. Even if the thought of him made your blood boil—it shouldn’t, him deciding to leave shouldn’t anger you as it did, but their might be small, super tiny chance it might be because of those stupid feelings that resurfaced...or more like never left.

When Poe hears you walk into the living area he lifts his head and watches you walk towards him, his eyes lighting up with hope thinking that you were here to talk about something else rather than what you actually brought up.

“Are you going to help? Or are you still leaving?” You couldn’t even look at him while you talked, the emotions, the letter you read before still fresh in your head. All of it just increasing your anger tenfold. “Because if you are I’m leaving in a couple minutes. I mean if you’re still planning to leave while I’m gone.” You remarked.

Poe sighed and chose to ignore your comment, “I’m staying to help, but just know that if it doesn’t or does work I’m leaving regardless.”

You nod as you bite the inside of your cheek, “yeah I figured.”

“Y/N if you have something more to say about me leaving or....a reason why I shouldn’t leave then tell me.” His words were quiet but they held emotion in each word, a sense of hope for one truth, a revelation.

Stopping by the door, you look to the ground, ignoring his question and commenting something else in a expressionless manner, “We’re going with Steve and Natasha’s friend for help, you can come if you want or you can wait for us to return.”

“I’ll wait.”

You wanted to look back but you had to force yourself not to, to just walk off to meet up with Steve instead.

—

“No, we know how it sounds like.” Scott stammered while he took the cup Tony offered him.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen is anything really impossible?” Steve tried to explain to his long time friend. A friend you knew wasn’t going to follow with your plan. You didn’t need to know him to know that. But it was understandable, he didn’t want to risk the life he now had.

Yet...you hoped he would help.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsch proposition. Can we agree on that?” Tony explained, all he said coming through one ear and exiting out of the other. Not because you were choosing to ignore him, but because you simply didn’t have a clue what the hell he was saying.

But through your confusion you took the drink he offered and expressed a soft, “thank you.” Before your ears perked up as he spoke to you.

“You’re letting him do this?” Tony questioned whilst pointing to Steve.

“I’m barely doing this.” You shrugged.

Tony then turned his attention back to the group, “In Layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.”

“I did.” Scott pointed out.

“No.” Tony interjected with a sigh, “you accidentally survived, its a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you want to pull a...what do you call it?”

For a couple seconds Scott thought of his answer, a faint amused smile playing at his lips; “a time heist?”

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course. Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it was laughable. Because it’s a pipedream.”

“The stones are in the past.” Steve added, “we could go back to get them.”

Natasha then followed Steve’s comment to add her own, “We could snap our fingers. We can bring everyone back.”

We hoped. Their was no guarantee. Or like Tony just said we could, “screw it up worse than he already has”

In some way you wanted to agree with Tony and think that this was wouldn’t work, because you knew nothing good would come out if it didn’t, but you were also trying to look at the bright side. Trying to play off that hope that you once had, that you once carried with joy.

But it was something hard to do, especially after hearing the disappointing answer Tony gave, after you had tuned out part of the conversation they had. “That’s right Scott. I won’t even. I can’t.”

The door creaked open, revealing Tony’s daughter running out to hug him and making anything anyone else was going to say drop at that instant. “Mommy told me to come and save you.”

A small smile broke through your serious demeanor at the sight and sound of the little girls comment. Feeling a slight bit envious at how Tony seemed to have moved on even after the events that happened, at how his life turned out to be. In some ways wishing you had gotten that life too.

“Good job. I’m saved.” Tony stood up and directed his next words to the group, “I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I’m honestly happy to see you guys—Oh and the table is set for seven.”

“Tony.” Steve interrupted, placing his hand on Tony’s arm, “I get it. And I’m happy for you I really am. But this is a second chance.”

“This is my second chance right here, Cap. Can’t roll the dice on it.” Tony turned his gaze away from Steve and turned to the group, “if you don’t talk shop you can stay for lunch.”

—

“Well he’s scared.” You comment while you walk towards the car, “I would be too.”

“He’s not wrong.” Steve agreed.

“Yeah, but, I mean what are we going to do?” Scott stammered. “We need him. What, are we gonna stop?”

“No, I want to do this right.” Steve paused for a moment as he came up with another plan, “we’re gonna need a really big brain.”

“Bigger than his?”

—

“The whole time travel do-over?”

After being distracted by some kids and a unimportant question to the matter at hand, Steve finally got Bruce to answer, even if it was sounding as disappointing as the answer Tony gave.

“Eh, guys, It’s outside my area of expertise.”

“Well, you pulled this off.” Natasha pointed out, “I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible too.” That was all he needed, that little push from Natasha. Who you knew in the past had a thing for her, and she had a thing for him.

It was a step towards a direction. Right or wrong? Well we were going to have to wait for that answer.

—

“Okay here we go. Time travel test number one.” Bruce announced.

“Time travel? That sounds ridiculous.” You mentioned under your breath, expecting no one to hear but being surprised when the person you didn’t want to talk to did.

“We once thought the force wasn’t real. Not until Rey proved us wrong. This is just like that.”

Poe was and had been trying to talk to you all day, making little comments, standing and staying close, trying to make jokes or ease the stressing situation. Acting as if what happened the day before didn’t actually happen. What a joke. His behavior only upset you more.

“I’m still not talking to you,” You sighed as you, not bothering to hear or look for Poe’s reaction or response. Instead watching Scott turn on his...van thing and watch as Steve returned to join the group, and stand at your side.

“Breakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby.”

“Good, because if we blow the grid, I don’t want lose, uh, tiny here in the 1950s.”

“Excuse me?” Scott exclaimed to Bruce’s comment, one that was hard not laugh to, as bad it actually sounded.

“He’s kidding.” Natasha chuckled, feigning a smile, “you can’t say things like that.”

“Its-its j-j—it was a bad joke.” Bruce stammered before he went to respond something Natasha whispered to him that you couldn’t hear.

“You’re good, Scott.” You showed a thumbs up to try and assure the man, even if you had your own doubts, “just get your helmet on.”

Bruce turned back around to face the machine and Scott to inform him what was planned, “Scott, I’m going to send you back a week. Let you walk around for an hour then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense.”

“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott remarked.

“Good luck Scott. You got this.” Steve encouraged, making said man smile proudly at the comment.

“You’re right. I do, Captain America.” Seconds later Scott vanished into the machine, letting you look down to your droid.

“Artoo why don’t you stand by the power...just in case something goes wrong.” The droid listened to your command and stood by the power while you continued to watch the machine nervously, waiting for Bruce to pull the lever to bring back....a boy? “What the hell?”

“Uh, guys..this doesn’t feel right.” The boy looked at himself in slight fear and confusion, making you just as confused as he seemed to be.

“Who is that?”

“Hold on.”

“Is that Scott?” Poe questioned, his brows furrowing in utter confusion at the sight.

“Yes, it’s Scott.” The boy that claimed to be Scott vanished into the machine, seconds later an old man taking his place.

“What’s going on?” You wondered.

“Oh, my back!”

“What is this?”

“Can I get a little space.”

Steve and you walked towards Natasha to give what Bruce requested, both of your wondering gazes remaining on the confused old man.

“Can you bring him back?”

The old man disappeared and then came a baby—stars this was going horrible.

“It’s a baby.” Poe pointed out the obvious.

“It’s Scott!” Bruce exclaimed.

“As a baby.”

“He’ll grow.”

“Bring Scott back.” Steve stressed.

“When I say kill the power, kill the power.” Bruce instructed, making you turn to your droid and giving him a count down he understood while waiting for Bruce to say the words, “and...Kill it!” At the sound of the words Artoo did so and the right Scott returned this time, looking just as lost as the other “Scott’s”. The sight and knowledge of this not working making you sigh and a frown to appear on your features.

Quietly and in a upset mood you turned around to walk away from the failed experiment, tears running down your cheeks knowing that you had brought your hopes up for nothing.

“You okay?”

Without having to look back you knew who it was, it was easy to recognize Poe’s voice. And as angry as you were with him, as much as you wanted to tell him to go away you just didn’t have the energy to do so, instead you sat down in nearby seats, dropping your head in your hands to try and collect your thoughts. Moments later feeling Poe’s presence in front of you, making peek through your fingers to see him crouched before you.

“I know how you feel, you know I feel it too.” He spoke softly, a long look displayed on his features. “It’s okay to have hope. Even if it failed it’s okay.”

“How is it okay, Poe? It took me so long to move on the first time.” You sigh, lifting your face to reveal your glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks, “and now with this...I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“It’s still not over,” he placed his hand on your cheek, still trying to assure you, even after you had been rude. Not only today but the day before. Maybe he should leave, you didn’t deserve him to stay at your side after how you acted— “we’re still going to try until it works. We’re going to get Chewie, Rey and Finn back. I promise you that we are.”

A soft smile broke through your demeanor before you took his hand in yours to quietly express what had been gnawing at your heart. “Please don’t leave.”

Poe only stroked your knuckles with his thumb, a conflicted look passing through his eyes. And before he could comment anything, the sight of Natasha made him stand up to face her. Said women ignoring what she had seen, keeping the smile she came here with displayed on her lips before also speaking up in a hopeful way.

“It turns out that even after saying no, Tony found a way.” She shared before adding a joke, “a correct way.”

—

Sleep was impossible to get. With your nerves keeping you up, with the overthinking making you your mind replay what Tony announced and explained, thousands of outcomes and thoughts just running into your mind. Mainly the thought of what if it actually didn’t end up working.

It was a high possibility. Even if Tony Stark was supposed to be one of the smartest humans on earth—but you were trying. Keyword trying to think of positive outcomes while working on the machine you were going to use to do said “time travel”, but doing that was also hard.

If it worked it would mean that you would finally reunite with Finn, Chewbacca and Rey. Also with the squadron that you had lost. Thinking of that also made you giddy, it made you smile and often times get you distracted from the assigned work. But that work also kept you busy. It kept everyone busy...well almost everyone.

“You’re drifting left.” Tony told Thor as you both walked past him, the shocked reaction at the sight of the new him still very present on your face. “One side there Lebowski.”

“That’s really Thor?” You whispered to Tony. Said man looked over his shoulder to get another look at his friend, his eyes narrowing before he looked away and responding.

“I think.” Tony then directed his next comment to Rocket, who had been working on the machine like the rest of you and unlike..others. “Ratchet, how’s it going?”

“It’s Rocket.” The little sentient corrected—which you now, during the five years on earth knew that he was actually something called a raccoon...weird. “Take it easy. You’re only a genius on earth pal.”

Tony doesn’t respond, or more like before he could Thor belched loudly behind you. A gross gesture you all chose to ignore.

“You, ball, chrome dome, come help me with this.” Tony commanded to the droids at your side.

“They have names.” Poe remarked from under the machine.

Tony shrugged and looked back to the droids, “sure. Anyway your robots are helpful I’m going to work with them...they’re not for sale are they?”

“No.” You deadpanned before Artoo responded too. His remark harsher than yours.

“Yeah I still can’t understand you.” Tony muttered to artoo, “but I do need your help so come on.” Both droids followed said man and even through their differences, Tony still talked to the both of them as if he had known them for the longest time or as if he understood them. The sight truly making you smile.

Anyhow remembering that Natasha had asked you to get Steve for help, you exited the room you had been in and went to search for him, that actual mission taking you longer than expected—but once you actually found him, he was sitting down in a nearby briefing room, with his back turned to the door. It looked as if he had his head in his hands and that he was contemplating something.

The sight made you quietly open the door and try and go to him and maybe comfort him, but once you tried, you noticed through the reflection of a nearby window that he wasn’t actually doing that or actually had his head in his hands; It also didn’t seem that he had heard you walk in. Regardless when really saw what he was doing you were left speechless, not knowing what to actually think.

Steve wasn’t doing anything bad to make you storm out of the room, but seeing him look—admire a small picture of a strange (at least to you) yet very pretty women on the compass in his hand left you quiet. It was hard to not notice the look he had displayed on his features, even if it was a picture—you had only seen that look a million times before on other people, felt it on yourself multiple times before when looking at...someone else.

And maybe you should’ve made your presence known to Steve, but for some reason you chose not to and instead walked out as you had entered. Quietly and without being seen—the emotions you felt exactly upon seeing that were still very unknown to you, it kept your mind restless though, with the hundreds of other thoughts occupying it. But you also knew that you couldn’t solely focus on what you saw, you couldn’t.

So instead you tried to focus on Clint who had the new suit on, and the group that was now surrounding him and the machines control panel.

“How are you feeling?” Poe asked as he stood by your side with his hands on his hips.

Even if you were still slightly mad at him, you chose to answer his wondering question, “among other things, scared...you?”

“Hopeful.”

“Always so optimistic Dameron.” You smirked.

“Someone has to.”

You let out an amused huff of air before feeling Steve’s hand on your back as he joined the group, a gesture you discreetly pulled away from—maybe you were somewhat upset?

“All right, Clint. We’re going in three,” at Bruce’s countdown your nerves resurfaced. Only this time ten times worse, to the point where you felt as if you were going to puke or just pass out. “Two, one.” Not missing a beat, Clint disappeared, the couple second countdown starting by you worsening your nerves.

Even if he was only going to be gone a couple seconds. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. The waiting overall felt like hell, it kept you at the edge and made you bite your nails in the anticipation. It made the room silent beside the countdown Bruce was saying, it caused a heavy tension, with every passing second making it worse.

The only moment of relief either of you had, the moment where you could let out that held in breath of air was when, Bruce finished his countdown and pressed a button on the machine that made Clint return on his hands and knees, grunting in and shouting out a name. Natasha was quick to react and rush to him, asking for his well being which he was quick to reassure her.

All while you walked closer to the platform and anxiously waited for a answer, whilst briefly sharing a worried look with Poe.

Not being able to hold it in anymore you needed to ask, “Clint. Did it work?”

Said man looked to you and then at the group, throwing something to Tony so he could catch before he shared the answer you longed to hear, “It worked. It worked.”

Fuck yes.

A/N- you know Tony with the droids is a concept I would’ve loved to see. And if could draw I would draw him talking to Artoo and BB8. Anyway just so everyone knows Natasha ships Poe and reader 😉

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