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Abandonment issues - Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Sitting on his couch in his longue room, his fingers stroked the cool metal of his dog tags. Hunched over, Bucky felt an ache in his spine that ran all the way down to his legs, and yet he had not a care for it whatsoever. His eyes stayed focused on the tv in front of him, and yet his stare seemed to be gazing past that, into a different realm of reality altogether. The autumn sun did nothing to warm his body, nor did his favourite red Henley, not that it was providing any service to him at the moment anyway. He drew in each breath methodically, yet in such a way it was obvious he was trying to control it. The noise from the television barely reached him now either, the story on the news already having passed long ago. This wasn’t what he expected, not after everything they had been through together. He thought he had made peace with it long ago, but his endless storm of insecurity, questions, and confusion. The jingling of keys and creaking of the apartment’s front door made him raise his head for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Hey, bear I’m home,” You called as you tossed your keys and coat on the hallway stand, kicking the door shut softly behind you. You hadn’t even a chance to glance up from your fussy over your keys before Bucky’s lack of response made you feel uneasy. Finally looking over to your fiancé, you felt a lump rise in your throat at seeing his face. His now short hair was dishevelled, the usually silky brown locks that you loved having a hand methodically run through it. His lips were downturned, in such a way you knew that he simply couldn’t help it, those plump lips just couldn’t upturn, not in this condition. And his eyes, well they told you everything you needed to know. A little bit bloodshot, with rings under his eyes. Most importantly though, you could see the unshed tears that clung to each eyelash, that were building up to the point where Bucky might burst. And Bucky rarely ever burst.

Glancing at the tv and seeing the news playing, you knew immediately what had happened. Without a second though, a second word, not a second, you found yourself magnetically drawn to his side. Instantly cradling his hunched form in your arms, your hand finding his left one and delicately interlacing your fingers with his. Stroking his metal hand, you instantly sympathised with his cradling of his dog tags, it was rather calming, especially after all these years.

“Another story about Steve’s disappearance, yeah?” You questioned softly, resting your head on Bucky’s shoulder. You heard him sigh before nestling into your (h/c) hair, inhaling deeply before laying his head on top of yours. Glancing down at your (s/c) hand, he pulled himself from your grip just so he could readjust, stroking the simple engagement ring he had bought you over 5 years ago. Drawing in another breath, he closed his clouded blue eyes for a moment.

“Even after all this time, even after that day with him, it hurts like hell,” He confessed, although in reality it wasn’t news to you. You had this conversation many times, or at least, you had heard about this conversation with his court mandated therapist. It had been that way for you too, in all honesty, except you kept trying to pretend it wasn’t a bother. It didn’t matter what explanation he gave, you sometimes found yourself feeling worthless and angry too.

“Hurts even more when the news think he might come back right?” You asked quietly, feeling your own eyes moisten at the thought of it. You knew he wasn’t ever coming back, that he wasn’t on the moon, but the hope that others had that he would come back, God it hurt.

“I just… How can he just leave his sibling like that? After all you’ve both been through, let alone me too. After all he sacrificed for us, suddenly his judgement on our worth is just… wrong,” Bucky sighed, closing his eyes, a tear finally dropping from his cloudy eyes and onto your hair. You sat there for a moment, trying to think, trying to find a way to reassure him that Steve wasn’t wrong to value him so, that he wasn’t wrong to risk so much for Bucky. And yet he left, he left you both for a different life than the ones you had worked so hard to carve. Still though, you almost understood. He had watched your romance with Bucky flourish, had watched on as Bucky proposed and you started planning your wedding. Had lost you both for 5 years. He was lonely, and no amount of love you and Bucky gave him would amount to what he so strongly desired.

“I promise you that you are worthy of everything he gave for you, that I gave for you. He just… everything that happened to us, he never had someone the way we have each other. And yeah, it’s wrong, I wish everyday he didn’t leave the way he did, that he had given us more time. Or even given Sam more time at the bare minimum. But he was as lonely as I was before we found you again. He was distraught after losing us, that he desperately clung onto whatever love he thought he needed. He was wrong to leave us, but he has never been wrong about you. And I have never been wrong about you, that you can always and forever be certain,” You gritted out. Flowing from your mouth at first with no effort, like a river flowing around bends and stones, only to halt, only for you to choke out the final words. It was as if a message from the universe had poured forth, beginning in your heart before forcing its way to your throat and finally given life through your voice. You knew who he was, you always had. It was your secret melody you had kept in your heart throughout the war, all through the ice, hid the melancholic love song from the avengers, and finally shared it again with the man you loved, never losing it. You could never have been wrong, after all, your promises, kindness, history, moments of happiness, your life, had been what had brought Bucky back to you. But sometimes you could see that he was blind to this, that he thought you might finally discover something about him that didn’t exist, that nameless thing that made Steve leave everyone. You had to tell him, and you would every time.

“Please, say it again,” Bucky asked softly, the bristles of his stubble rubbing into your scalp as he continued to hold you close.

“I have never been wrong about you, I have never been wrong about choosing you, keeping my heart just to give it to you. I will keep choosing you always, because I know you are worthy of my love, my Bucky bear,” You assured, gripping his calloused hands in your own (s/c) ones. He was crying now, you felt it. Falling like the summer rain into your hair, nourishing your soul like the rain would the soil. Truly you were holding him, despite his arms encircling you and keeping you safe, secure. It didn’t feel truly sad, bittersweet more so. You cried quietly with him, letting the tears run tracks down your face. Those words weren’t just for him, you realised, you needed to hear them too.

“I will never stop choosing you (Y/N) Rogers, and nothing will stop me from being with you. Not even time itself,” Bucky promised in return, turning your watery eyes into full on sobs. It felt good though, crying while you both held the other tightly, grieving over someone who was so important to you both, but also celebrating, in a strange, oddly romantic way. Your souls had been intertwined from the minute you had met, remaining so even now, possibly even more tightly bound.

Grief is a funny thing, even though he wasn’t dead, Steve was gone, and the pain he left nearly broke you both. Together though, you could get through it, and hopefully, you learn to celebrate his life, even if you didn’t agree with it.

“Will we ever stop crying about each other?” You questioned softly, wiping your nose on Bucky’s red Henley.

“I hope not,” Bucky confessed quietly, gracing your head with a tender kiss, radiating a familiar warmth throughout your body.

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I havent seen enough posts to address the fact korg married a guy named dwayne... Whos is made of rocks. He married dwayne the rock.

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It’s the ides of March, y’all know what that means

*STABS FRIENDS IN BACK*

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Ya’ll are erasing Loki’s punishment for the battle of New York is being banished to live with the Avengers, and most importantly, Avengers movie night where they watch movies for relaxation and to educate Steve as he sits confused the whole time.

old avengers fics were all thor loves pop tarts, tony Literally Never Sleeps, bucky used to be a fisherman or worked at the docks and now lives with steve, coulson loves SuperNanny and idolized Jo, the only degree bruce uses is his M.D, the kitchen is never used for cooking purposes, and clint travels exclusively through the vents

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It wasn’t as if you had meant to end up outside his dorm room after his stupidly early bedtime of 8pm, but the tears streaming down your cheeks combined with the noiseless dorm building were hopefully excuse enough. Not sleeping had taken it’s toll on your body, the constant shaking of your hands as you fruitlessly tried to wipe away made the sobs rack your entire being even harder now that you were trying to stifle your emotions. Your arm tensed multiple times are your brain’s battle raged on, could you really knock on his door? Would you really wake the Pomeranian up from his beauty sleep? Breathing in as deeply as you could, yet disturbed by the shakiness of each inhale, your (e/c) eyes tried to glance around the hallway in order to calm yourself down. Your bare feet on the floor were cold, your toes almost frozen solid. Your oversized hoodie only just covered your legs, and it was almost as if cartoon shiver lines could literally be seen surrounding you. The hallway lights had been off for a while now, and the windows let in large amounts of moonlight. Yet despite all that, the emptiness and stillness of everything around you seemed to crush you. You were so utterly alone, not even the world cared to move for you while you went through this crisis.

And it hurt.

It hurt so badly, the thought that no one even bothered with you when everything felt as if it was crumbling around you. Why were you so stupid to think that he, of all people, would care about someone as worthless as you? The tears started to fall harder, and you could taste the saltiness overwhelm your mouth. With shaky steps you tried to turn away from the dorm, to go back to own and suffer in silence. You thought it was what you deserved, you thought that it was what someone as horrid as you needed.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Asked a gruff voice as your felt calloused fingers grip your shaking wrist. Turning quickly, your (e/c) eyes caught his red ones, red eyes that were tired and narrowed at the same time. Bakugou was staring you down, his hand still clutching your wrist, but surprisingly it was a hold softer than you thought he was capable.

“How’d you know I was here?” You sniffled out, using your other hand to rub at your leaking eyes once again. Bakugou simply rolled his eyes at this as he pulled you quietly into his room, letting you walk in as far as you wanted.

“Your 10 text messages and 3 phone calls woke me up. You’re also horrible at keeping your damn voice down,” He replied gruffly as he shut his door as softly as possible. You couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch him stiffly move to face you, his arms bulging out of his singlet top. You were frozen to the spot now that you processed what was happening. Here you were, your cheeks tear stained and face red, standing in not only a boy’s dorm room, but your crush’s dorm room. His blonde hair seemed almost spikier than it usually was, and as you quickly tried to stop your eyes from connecting, you noticed him cock his head to the side as he often did.

“You really are an idiot aren’t you (n/n)-chan?” Bakugou huffed with a shake of his head, walking straight past you to sit on the edge of his bed. Bakugou watched as you remained glued to your spot, almost frozen in your movements if it wasn’t for the tears running down your face, and muffled sobs shaking your body. Not that you could see, but a frown overtook his own face at your near silent whimpers. Your normally (s/c) skin was dull, and your entire form looked as if it were about to fold in on itself. With a roll of his eyes, he once again softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you down to sit beside him, his own hands coming up to hold yours lightly.

“I’m here (n/n)-chan, what do you need to talk about?” He asked with a grumble and yet you knew. You knew this was the height of vulnerability for him. You had been friends since you had both started at UA surprisingly, and while you had no clue why he liked you, it was clear to Bakugou that there was just something about you. Something that made him a little more sociable. Hell, if it weren’t for your connection, he was certain that he wouldn’t be hanging out with shitty hair or the other bozos in his supposed squad.

“I feel… so worthless Katsuki. I… I don’t know why I’m even here at this school. I’m so useless Katsuki, and no one seems to realise it,” You sobbed, the lump in your throat letting way to more harsh cries. His grip tightened subconsciously on your hands, as he watched your face carefully. Unfortunately, this wasn’t an entirely new experience. He had been woken up by your non-stop calls before you’d moved into dorms, your sobs filled with self-doubt and unfortunately self-hate. He listened as you relentlessly sobbed and split your anxiety ridden guts to him, his thumbs lightly rubbing your thumbs in comfort.

“And I just feel like, everyone should hate me. I’m so horrible and they don’t realize it,” You cried out, your head dropping as your (h/c) hair fell in front of your face.

“You’re not.” Bakugou stated plainly, and although his red eyes were still narrowed, there was a determination in them. He didn’t hate doing this, if anything, deep down his angry little heart, he felt warm in the cheeks at the thought that you had chosen him to trust. You trusted him with your fears and innermost thoughts. But he did hate that you thought of yourself like this.

“But I am. All I do is annoy people, including you. Right now, for example, I’m annoying you,” You wept.

“No, you’re not. (n/n)-chan, you need to tell your lying ass stupid brain to shut the hell the up,” Bakugou replied, finally catching your eye as you brought your head up.

“It’s wrong, it’s telling you lies and to be honest you need to beat it the hell up,” Bakugou told you completely seriously, and you couldn’t help but laugh almost pitifully at his words. He raised a blonde eyebrow at your reaction, before a small smile barely overtook his face.

“No, you’re right. I need to use my quirk to beat my stupid brain into ground for lying to me,” You smiled, your tears finally subsiding as your breathing calmed. Bakugou let out a sigh of relief at this, and felt the tension leave his shoulders.

“You’re right about that. (y/n), you know that people care about you. Shitty hair, dumb Pikachu, even acid chick and flat face,” He huffed, before finally turning his face away from yours. You watched him carefully as a red blush overtook his face.

“And of course, I care about you as well idiot. More than those dumbasses do,” He almost whispered, but of course he made it loud enough so that you could hear. Although it was almost a confession, he knew you needed to hear it right now. He knew you needed reassurance that you were likeable, but he hadn’t realised just how much effect hearing the person you like tell you they care about you can have. Your face flushed before you let go of his hands, jumping into his chest as you felt his arms quickly come up to hug you. He clutched you tightly to his chest, not wanting to let go after your confessions about your thoughts that night.

“I care about you too Katsuki-kun,” You almost whispered, a small grin on your face.

“And thank you. You always listen to me when I’m like this, you make me feel better, and like I’m somebody,” You thanked genuinely, looking him in the eyes with the most thankful look you could muster.

“You’ll always be someone to me,” Bakugou replied with a roll of his red eyes, before knocking his forehead softly into yours. You could only giggle in reply as you held each other close.

Waking him up wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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Happy Bday Spidey!

Happy 25th birthday Tom Holland!

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Gemini Sun, Virgo Moon, and Cancer Rising ✨

“The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.”― Lao Tzu

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YA’LL I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I SCREAMED WHEN THIS CAME UP!!!!

THE CAP WE DESERVE

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The events that unfolded over the past 24 hours in Atlanta were not isolated incidents. Hate crimes against Asian Americans have increased nearly 150% in the US in the last year. 

Last June, in the wake up of yet another uprising in hate crimes committed by white supremacists, we released the following statement:

White supremacists, Nazis, and other purveyors of hate can fully fuck off. They are not welcome here.

These words are as true today as they were then. We stand with the Asian American community. If you see hate speech on Tumblr, please report it. That shit is not tolerated here. 

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The Captain’s Bride - Steve Rogers x Reader - Chapter 9

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7  || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 (This is it)

“Steve and (Y/N) raced along the ravine floor, grasping onto the other’s hand tightly,” Scott narrated.

Steve paused for a moment as he gave your intertwined hands a squeeze, a small smile on his lips at the knowledge that you were back with him. While (Y/N) longed to feel the same, she felt anxiety and fear bubble in her throat at the sounds of horses above the ravine, threatening to take her love away from her again. Upon noticing this, Steve gave her a warm smile to try and quell the worries so obvious on her beautiful face, wanting nothing but to see the smile that had kept him going these many years.

“Aha! Your fiancé’s too late. Just a couple more steps and the two of us will be safe and sound in the fire swamp,” Steve assured, a lopsided smile on his face that soon drooped as a result on your own face falling in despair even more.

“We’ll never survive,” the words falling from your lips without a second thought as you turned your head to look at the looming greenery that was bathed in shadows. You forced the lump in your throat down, before jumping a little at feeling Steve’s warm touch on your cheek as he moved your (h/c) hair out of your eyes. He captured your gaze, your (e/c) eyes glistening with fear and yet a touch of determination, a need to stay with Steve no matter what.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), you’re only say that because no one ever has,” Steve tried to comfort you, only for your legs begin to shake completely like jelly. Not much could scare you, and yet the thought of dying in swamp was only quelled slightly by the thought that at least you’d die side by side with your true love.

~*~

The growls of creatures filled the air as leaves and twigs crushed under foot despite the dampness of the swamp. If it had looked intimidating from the outside, the inside put it to shame ten times over. You could barely call the trees green, the heaviness of the air turning it a black only tinged with green it seemed. The trees were so thick and dense you could barely see twenty feet in front of you without once again getting lost in the thick of the swamp. Sweat built up on your dress as the humidity from the swamp bared down on you, your hands slick from where you clutched onto Steve’s now thick muscles. Holding you back with his arm, sword in other hand, Steve walked slowly with you through the maze that was the swamp, high on alert, determined to protect you.

“It’s not that bad,” Steve tried, only to receive a glare from you before you shuddered at another low guttural growl coming from somewhere in the swamp. Steve back tracked before clarifying, “well, I’m not saying I’d build a summer home here. The tree’s, however, are quite lovely.”

After a small huff from you in reply, the two of you kept going forward slowly. You sniffed the air softly, the smell of gas overwhelming you suddenly before you heard a popping sound. Flicking your head around to try and identify where the sound was coming from, only for a strong heat to overcome your face, a bright flame filling your vision. With a scream you panicked as your dress caught fire, heat trying it’s best to crawl up your leg and latch onto anything it could. Steve pounced in a second, smothering the flame quickly and efficiently before taking your face into his hands once again.

“Well now, that was an adventure wasn’t it? Were you singed, hurt in any way?” He asked, moving your face around to inspect it. You pushed his strong hands away softly with a small smile on your face, your heartbeat now evening out. You shook your head softly before reaching down and intertwining your fingers with his to feel even more comfortable in this otherwise hostile environment.

“You alright?” You asked in reply, just as worried for him as he was for you. He shook his head just as you did, before pulling softly on your hand to start guiding you further through the swamp. You tensed a little as you heard the same popping sound again, only for Steve to gracefully grab your waist and hoist you into the air, twirling you in a dance like motion. The flame lit up beside you, but this time you barely cared as you were settled snugly into his side.

“You been dancing since I last saw you?” You teased, “Another woman, maybe?”

“Not a chance!” Steve chuckled in reply as he tickled your side, causing you to burst out giggling.

“Been dancing on Captain America’s ship with some crewmates, waiting to do it with you,” He supplied, watching as your cheeks flushed slightly at his words. The popping sound filled both your ears once again, but this time you placed your hands-on Steve’s broad shoulders as he twirled you once again, the singed end of your dress fluttering in the air as you dodged the flame with ease.

“Well, one thing I will say; the fire swamp certainly keeps you on your toes. Hopefully, this will all soon be a happy memory,” Steve assured, giving you that boyish grin that always managed to lift your spirits in the darkest times. The vines in front of you both fell at the lithe swish of Steve’s sword. You couldn’t help but watch as the muscles in his arm tensed and released at the movement. While you had always loved Steve for who he was, you couldn’t help but admire this change in him as well.

“Captain America’s ship from SHIELD, the Helicarrier is banked at the far end of the swamp. And as you know, I am Captain America,” Steve informed, only for you to pause for a moment, trying to piece a timeline together in your head.

“But how’s that possible, SHIELD has been sailing with Captain America for 20 years, and you only left me five years ago?” You questioned, looking at Steve who could only smile at your constant inner workings.

“I myself am often surprised at life’s little quirks. See, what I told you before about saying please was true… it intrigued the head of SHIELD, Nick Fury, as did my descriptions of your beauty. Finally, Fury decided something. He said, ‘Alright Steve, never had a valet, you can if you’d like. I’ll most likely throw you overboard in the morning.’ For three years he said that. ‘Good night Steve, good work, sleep well, I’ll most likely throw you overboard in the morning.’ It was a fine time for me – I was learning to fence, fight, anything anyone would teach me. Fury and I eventually became friends. And then… it happened,” Steve explained before pausing, watching your face as you (h/c) brows knit together in both fascination, contemplation and excitement.

“What happened. C’mon Steve you know I can’t stand to be patient,” You pleaded, grasping his hand tightly as your (e/c) eyes sparkled in anticipation.

“Well, Nick had grown so tired of secrets and spies, he wanted to retire. He took me to his cabin and told me his secret. ‘I am just the head of organisation, infiltrated by Hydra,’ he said, ‘I have a plan to strengthen SHIELD, keep it running so I can make it up to the previous head, Ms Peggy Carter. You will lead SHIELD when I’m gone, so I can retire like the real Roberts has been for 15 years, living like a king in Patagonia.” Steve paused his explanation as you pulled strongly on his arm, dragging him away from another flame spurt in the swamp.

“Thank you,” Steve smiled before continuing. “Then he explained that this plan involved an experiment and new name, a necessity for inspiring fear in Hydra. You see, no one would surrender to little old Steve. So, we sailed ashore, where I underwent this strange ‘super soldier’ experiment that turned me into this,” He informed, signalling to his now huge muscles.

“After that, we took on an entirely new crew and he stayed aboard for awhile as first mate, all the time calling me Captain America. Once the crew believed and the rumour spread, he left the ship and I have been called Roberts ever since. Except now that we’re together, I shall retire and hand SHIELD over to someone else. Is everything clear to you?” He asked, watching as you nodded your head slowly as you finally understood what had happened to your beloved.

Feeling confident, you softly let go of Steve’s hand and stepped forward, only to be sucked into a pit of quicksand, swallowing you whole as a scream barely escaped from your mouth. The air stilled for a moment as Steve couldn’t breathe, trying his best to figure out what to do in this moment of panic. Looking around at his surroundings for anything that could help you, anything at all, he caught sight of a long vine and quickly cutting the vine a little and wrapping it around his waist before plunging into the sand after you.

All was tense in the swamp as the two people struggled under the sand, nothing but the trotting and growling of a rodent sniffing around the hole before suddenly sand started flying around everywhere. It scuttled away as two figures came out of the sand, Steve pulling on the vine with one arm as the other clutched you tightly to his side as if you might disappear. Both of you gasped heavily as you dragged yourselves away from the pit, trying desperately to fill your lungs with humid air that once seemed like a curse.

“We’ll never succeed, we might as well die here,” You gasped, feeling dread settle in the pit of your stomach. At least if you gave up now, you could build that summer home Steve had joked about before, it would be better than this hopeless trek. Steve only shook his head in reply as he stood, reaching out a hand to help you to your feet. He pulled you to your feet, and for the umpteenth time that day you were pulled strongly into his side. You continued to walk forward, the only assurance that everything would be okay was Steve by your side.

“No, no,” Steve gasped out, trying to smile and bring out your strength once again. “We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of the fire swamp? Once, the flame spurt – no problem – there’s a popping sound preceding each. We can avoid that. Two, the lightning sand which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in future we can avoid that too.”

“Steve, what about the R.O.U.S.’s?” You asked after you shook off the glare from his mention of the quicksand you had fallen into. Steve shook his head, trying to smile in amusement, but not quite being apple to.

“Rodents of unusual size? I don’t think they exist,” Steve tried, right before a giant rat came out of nowhere, hitting him in an almost fly kick and knocking him to the ground. The two struggled on the ground as you watched in horror, the giant teeth of the rodent gnashing in Steve’s face. If only you hadn’t just nearly suffocated in the quicksand, you would have sprung into action immediately to help him. Your trance was suddenly broken when Steve cried out after the rodent bit his shoulder, and you raced towards him, stepping on the beast’s tail to stop him from biting your farm boy any further. Unfortunately, it wasn’t your smartest move, and it quickly turned on you, causing you to back up quickly to try and get away. You tripped on the way backward, falling on your behind as you refused to break eye contact with the beast, scared it would pounce the second your attention was elsewhere. Your breathing quickened as you tried to think of an escape, before Steve came barrelling past you and tackling the rodent into the mud of the swamp. Now that the adrenaline had truly hit you, you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be a large tree branch. You ran over to Steve who was still wrestling the beast on the ground, clubbing it on the side to try and get it away from him. Yet it didn’t let go of Steve no matter how hard you hit, it’s claws stuck into Steve’s arms and legs with no prospects of letting him go. The popping sound alerted you to what was about to happen, and you stepped away as Steve rolled over, letting the rodent fall right into the flame that spurted up from the ground. The rodent squealed in pain as it let go of Steve, who immediately rolled away from the heat.

“Shit,” You breathed, watching as the rodent still somehow got up, trying it’s best to hobble away into the depths of the swamp. Steve didn’t let it get far however, with an agile swing of his sword, the rodent fell dead to the ground, Steve panting and wiping sweat away from his forehead, only to smear blood on it.

“Language,” He scolded, out of breath from trying to defend you.

~*~

You held Steve with his arm over your shoulder, hobbling out as his blood dripped and stained the once beautiful, now torn, dress you were wearing. You cared little however, catching his tired and worn gaze of ocean blue, a smile overtook your (s/c) cheeks, eyes wrinkling at how happy you were. You were together, free.

“We did it!” You exclaimed, barely containing your excitement as you kept Steve steady on your shoulder. Steve chuckled at this, so in love with the fact that he was here with you, looking at your excited and beautiful face, just like how he had left you at the farm.

“Now, was that so terrible?” Steve joked, leaning in to try and capture your lips in his once again, longing for your warmth. Just as you closed your eyes to reciprocate, the thundering of hooves broke the moment, broke the future you had believed you were about to reach. You barely cared to contain your affection however, knowing that the person who had found you wouldn’t discover anything he didn’t already know. Prince Zemo rode up to the two of you, his entire guardsmen accompanying him as they surround you and Steve.

“Surrender!” Zemo declared, his critical eyes watching you carefully as you finally looked up at him, almost in your own form of surrender. It felt almost hopeless, and you scolded yourself for ever thinking you would escape him, or that you’d live happily with Steve until the day you died.

“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well then, I accept,” Steve sassed, still grinning with confidence to try and intimidate the sad excuse for a prince.

“I give you full marks for bravery. Don’t make yourself a fool,” Zemo threatened, his eyes however still lingering on you as you tried to straighten your back and stand tall, all for Steve.

“Ah, but how will you capture us? We know the secrets of the fire swamp. We can live there happily in our summer home for some time, so whenever you feel like dying, feel free to visit.” Steve boasted. You could only inhale a sharp breath in as he did this, watching as Zemo flicked his gloved hand lightly. All the guard’s had cocked their crossbows, all aiming directly at you and your love. Feeling their strong and deadly gaze, you clutched tightly to Steve in an attempt to ground yourself the best you could. You already knew, there was no way you could get out of this with Steve unharmed.

“I tell you once again, surrender, or you’ll be shot,” Zemo yelled, at least, yelled in the only way the calculated man could. You felt Steve’s arm around you tense more, a fire suddenly lighting his eyes as his calm and controlled façade dropped.  

“It will not happen!” Steve assured firmly, drawing his glittering sword from it’s holster and holding it out. You reached an arm out after him, attempting to pull him back from doing something stupid and life-threatening. You knew Zemo better than he did, and the likeliness that he’d take well to a threat like this? Well, it was very, very low.

“Don’t,” You hissed harshly under your breath, glaring at him with more poison than you ever thought you could muster towards your once little farm boy. It was all you could do though, to stop him from doing something that would get him killed. Zemo saw this warning however, and you watched his fingers twist in impatience, obviously wanting nothing more than to shoot down the man who had taken you away.

“For the last time, surrender,” Zemo stated, barely raising his voice as he stared the two of you down.

“Death. First.” Steve gritted out through his teeth, and your eyes widened as he went to push you behind him, all while Zemo looked to his soldiers, his hand about to signal your death. This idiot was going to fight, he was going to fight and get himself killed. You had already lost him once before, and knowing he was alive, well… right now it was enough. Shoving him away, you stood in front of him, blocking him from moving forward to be his usual rash-self.

“Will you promise not to hurt him,” You yelled, desperately trying to save him, your love. You closed your eyes for all but a second, but it was enough for a tear to form and start sliding down your face.

“What was that, princess?” Zemo hissed, his head turning back to you as he slowly lowered his hand, the crossbows starting to lower along with it. Oh, how you hated to do this, to lose him once again.

“What was that?” Steve asked as well, clasping your hand in his. You refused to look back at him however, closing your eyes to try and gather your feelings. It was always hard around Steve to put a mask on, but this time you had to. Feeling bile rise in your throat at the thought of going back to Zemo, you let go of Steve’s hand and faced Zemo the best you could. You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks faster and faster.

“If we surrender, and I return back to Florin with you, will you promise not to hurt this man? Please?” You practically pleaded, trying desperately not to let your thoughts return to that humble farm, the one where you and Steve could have been together.

“May I live a thousand years and never hunt again!” Zemo promised, and through your desperation, it seemed like he wasn’t lying. You knew he needed you to marry him, so you thought you could push this deal even further.

“He is a sailor on the pirate ship Helicarrier. Promise to return him to his ship,” You demanded, eyeing Zemo carefully through your blurry, tear-soaked vision.

“I swear it will be done,” Zemo assured, enough so for you to turn back to Steve. His eyes held a look of betrayal and disbelief, but all you could do was try and shush him like he was the one crying. Your heart hurt like hell, but you couldn’t have him die.

“Once we’re out of sight, take him back to Florin and throw him in the Pit of Despair,” Zemo whispered, as he leaned towards Bucky. Bucky could only nod like a robot in response.

“I swear it will be done,” He responded monotonously.

“I thought you were dead once, and it almost destroyed me. I could not bear it if you died again, not when I could have saved you. Now please farm boy, enjoy your life,” You smiled through the tears that Steve tried to wipe away, his own sad and lopsided smile barely hiding his own despair at having to leave you once again. Just as Steve went to respond, your face was pulled from his hands as Zemo lifted you onto his horse, bolting away faster than any wind Steve had felt on the sea. He watched after you, watching as you couldn’t bring yourself to even turn back and look at him. He knew what you had sacrificed, and yet he knew the type of man Zemo was. He wasn’t safe, but as long as you were, it would have to do for now.

“Come, we’re going to your ship,” Bucky grunted out, turning his horse around as Steve turned to face him. Recognition washed over Steve’s face at seeing Bucky, and yet he kept his mouth clamped shut. Now was the not the time.

“We are men of action, lies do not become us,” Steve chuckled, trying his best to shake the feeling at seeing his old friend again.

“Too true,” Bucky replied, short and sharp with no emotion at all. Bucky motioned for the guards to grab Steve, the sun hitting his metal hand and temporarily blinding Steve.

“What is it?” Bucky hissed, annoyed at Steve’s focus on his hand.

“You have a metal arm, someone was looking for you…” Steve started, before Bucky quickly pulled his sword from its hilt, hitting him over the head and knocking him out.

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WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY BOYS!?!?!?

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SO WANDAVISION DEADASS DID THE THING™️ and now I’m in shock

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Happy holidays everyone! I hope it’s a relaxing and joyful time for all of you!!

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attached are also numbers for worldwide suicide hotlines. please reach out for help if you’re feeling hopeless.