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In desperate need of Eddie and shy!reader where she sits with them at lunch and she gets along with everyone but whenever Eddie’s around she goes quiet or heads to the library and he starts to think it’s because she doesn’t like him but it’s actually the opposite 🥲

THIS WAS LITERALLY ME IN HS!!! I WAS THE ONE THAT SAT AT THE TABLE SILENTLY AND READ 🤧 also, I based readers character off of my d&d character 👀 enjoy! 🫶🏻 this is for you @becauseicantthinkwritings

“Are you insane?” Jeff knows it’s a rhetorical question, but his lips part with an answer, anyway. Gareth, who's already made up his mind, pops the tab on the can in front of him. “There’s no way in hell I’m trading my Slice for your measly can of Tab.”

“What if I offer my giggles for the rest of the week and an extra packet of fruit snacks for the next two?” He thinks quickly, countering his original offer before Gareth takes the first sip of the soda he desperately craves.

“Now we’re talking.” Gareth’s smile stretches wide and he slides the can in front of Jeff, who beams proudly. His triumph is short-lived, however, when Gareth extends his hand towards him and clears his throat- silently gesturing to the snacks he’d been promised.

From across the table, you can’t help but smile at their interaction. While others might’ve judged your surrounding company as a band of misfits, weirdos, and even freaks, they were like the brothers you never had. Their banter- although sometimes distracting- was never dull, and it always made the designated thirty minutes you had for lunch pass by in a blur. Turning your attention back to the book in your lap, you scan the page for the spot you left off on, only to lose it once again when someone says your name.

“Did you ever finish working on your character sheet?” Dustin asks, piquing the interests of everyone else at the table as they divert their attention towards you and silently await your answer.

A few weeks ago, Gareth swiped an extra sheet from Eddie’s folder after you expressed an interest in learning how to play. The game had always fascinated you, but you never had a group to play with, or someone willing to teach you how to play. Erica Sinclair, the girl you babysit from time to time, tried her best to teach you, but her patience couldn’t withstand the many, many questions you had, so you thought your chances of ever learning were a lost cause- until Dustin’s mom gifted him a new set of d&d miniatures for his birthday.

The entire table was amazed- acknowledging even the smallest details on each and every figurine- and you wished you could share their enthusiasm, but you couldn’t tell the difference between a wizard and a sorcerer. While the rest of your friends found themselves enamored by the tiny figurines, you continued to lose yourself in your book. It wasn’t until Dustin silently pushed one of the small pieces in front of you that you looked up from your page.

With a toothy grin, he explained that she was an eladrin sorcerer and that their party could use an eladrin sorcerer- to which everyone agreed. Touched by the gesture, you explained the predicament you were in, and much to your surprise, every single one of them offered to help you learn.

Dustin seemed the most excited- meeting you with the same enthusiasm Erica did when you first expressed an interest to learn before you started asking questions- and Mike and Gareth had already started arguing about who was going to help you design your character, while Jeff chimed in that they should teach you the rules first.

So, the discussion began amongst the rowdy group of boys about how they would introduce you to their magical world, and that night after their campaign, Gareth swiped a sheet from Eddie’s folder.

“I finished filling it out, but I don’t know if it’s ready.” You admit.

“Show us.” Jeff encourages. Hesitantly, you pull the sheet from your binder and place it on the table.

Immediately, they all flock to it, leaning in closer to get a better look while they assess the choices you’ve made. It’s silent for a few seconds, and you realize that your table has never, ever, been as quiet as it is right now. Suddenly, your stomach twists into knots. What if you didn’t fill it out right? What if you created the worst character of all time? Worst of all- what if they laughed at you and your poor attempt to understand their world?

“Sick name.” Gareth beams, earning a nod of agreement from Mike, and your anxiety starts to fade away.

“Thanks.”

“Your dexterity score is great, but we need to raise your constitution score somehow,” Mike adds.

“She needs to play a bit until she’s at least to level four,” Jeff explains. “Then, her modifier will increase from +1 to +2.”

“We could make some new characters to play with you so you don’t die right off the bat and you could get a feel for the game if you wanted.” Dustin offers and the rest of your friends offer you encouraging smiles.

“That would be awesome.”

With a deep sigh, someone occupies the seat at the head of the table- the seat that was reserved for one person, and one person only.

“What do we have here?” Eddie asks, and all eyes flit between you and the leader of the Hellfire Club- the boy you’ve had a massive crush on since the start of your sophomore year.

“Nothing.” You quickly grab the sheet from the center of the table and fold it in half, shielding its contents from his view.

There’s a flash of hurt across his features, one only Gareth seems to notice. He’s the only other person who knows that Eddie’s been hopelessly infatuated with you ever since you started sitting with them, but you never give him the time of day. He’s also the only other person who’s seemed to notice that you act differently whenever Eddie’s around.

“What’d Deck want?” He quickly changes the subject, hoping to ease the growing tension before it becomes unbearable.

“The chance to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has.” Eddie rolls his eyes before turning to Mike and Dustin. “Did you two find a replacement for Sinclair?”

“Not yet, but we’re looking, we swear,” Dustin assures him and Mike furrows his brows, stealing a glance at you before offering an alternative reply.

“You know, Y/N’s been- Ow!” Before he has the chance to make his suggestion, Dustin’s elbow finds his ribs. “What the hell was that for?”

Having become best friends with Steve Harrington over the past few years, Dustin’s become very acquainted with the look of longing. Steve wasn’t convincing anyone when he said he was over Nancy. It was obvious that he wasn’t. Especially with the way he still talks about her like she hung every single star in the sky herself, and continues to look at her with such adoration and desire.

It’s nearly identical to the way you look at Eddie when you think no one is paying attention.

“I just remembered!” Always one for dramatics, Dustin makes a show of slapping his palm to the center of his forehead. “There’s someone we haven’t asked yet.” Mike wants to ask who, but he fears being elbowed in the ribs again. So, instead, he narrows his eyes and silently questions his friend. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it’s no surprise that Dustin doesn’t offer him an explanation before gripping the back of his collar and tugging softly, urging him to follow. “We’ll see you tonight!” He bids the group farewell.

“Don’t be late,” Eddie calls after the two freshmen, but they’re already long gone.

Jeff and Gareth exchange a look, and then a subtle nod before Jeff rises from the table.

“Shit man, I just remembered I’ve got to go talk to my math teacher about some extra credit.” He begins gathering his trash and packing away the rest of his food.

“I, uh, I’m feeling a little lightheaded,” Gareth announces, resting his palm against his temple before letting out a forced wince. “I should probably head on over to the nurse.”

You keep your head down and pretend to be immersed in your book, but your heart begins to race when Gareth follows Jeff’s departure- leaving you and Eddie alone at the table.

For a good five minutes, neither one of you says anything. You’ve given up on trying to read. At this point, you’re trying to remain as calm as possible, but it’s proving to be nearly impossible- especially when you can feel Eddie’s gaze on you.

You shift in your seat and he quickly looks away. He knows Gareth’s full of shit, and he’d be willing to be that Jeff’s full of shit, too. Still, the two of you are finally alone at the table together, and he has no idea what to say to you.

“So,” He clears his throat and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound of his voice cutting through the silence. “What’s your book about?”

“Hm?” You look up and immediately forget the next thing you were going to say as soon as your eyes meet his. It takes a few seconds for you to realize that he asked you a question and when you realize that you’ve just been blankly staring at him, you swallow thickly. “Oh, um, it’s-“It's like you’ve suddenly forgotten how to have a conversation. You could talk about books for hours to anyone who would give you their time, but it’s different with Eddie. With him, you find yourself second-guessing everything. “It’s silly, really.” You finally answer, warmth spreading through your entire body as you lie about your favorite book.

“I bet it’s not.” He encourages gently, coaxing you to open up to him while he offers a kind smile.

“It’s about-“ You try again, but it’s no use. Eddie Munson makes you forget how to function like a normal human being. “It’s just about a girl.”

His lips part, ready to ask another question, but the bell rings and you quickly scurry away. He lets out a defeated sigh, resting his palms against his forehead while everyone around him starts making their way to their next classes.

Eddie can’t bring himself to move. He’s starting to think that he’s absolutely hopeless. He can’t blame you, really. There isn’t exactly a long line of people lining up to talk to the school freak. But he knows your different. He knows that you don’t think of him that way. At least he hopes you don’t. But with your reluctance to talk to him whenever he tries to talk to you, the way you avoid him whenever you see him coming your way, or the way you fish a book out of your backpack whenever he sits down for lunch, he doesn’t know what else to think.

His bad mood follows him for the rest of the day, and it isn’t until he takes his place on his throne that he starts to feel his frustration slip away. This is the only place where he feels like he can truly be himself and let go of whatever shit the day throws his way. He’s just about finished setting up when the door opens and he’s about to make a grand announcement, but the words die on the tip of his tongue when he sees you enter the room with Dustin, Mike, and another girl he’s never seen before.

You were supposed to be babysitting Erica tonight and hoped to spend the rest of the evening finishing your book. You needed the distraction after your almost conversation with Eddie at lunch. Your keys weren’t even out of the ignition when Erica was knocking on your window and telling you that she needed to head back to school.

Eddie’s not sure what’s going on. You don’t look like you’re in on it either, but Gareth and Dustin keep sharing a look with one another. He’s not sure who’s in on whatever this is, but he’s grateful for them. He tries to gather his composure, but as soon as the rest of the club informs him that you’re going to be playing, he’s a goner.

For two hours the party takes everything slow enough for you to follow along. They all take turns interjecting, explaining, and offering advice when you ask for it. Eddie's cheeks remain flushed the entire night. He’s fumbling over his words, and making mistakes he doesn’t usually make, but he can’t help it. His dream girl is literally playing dungeons and dragons two feet away from him. If he’d known you were going to be playing, he would’ve made a more beginner-friendly campaign, but alas, he wasn’t included in the same plans the rest of his friends were.

With almost everyone else dead, it’s a wonder you’re still alive. You’re having so much fun playing, and even more fun watching Eddie in his element, that you don’t even realize that it’s your turn until Eddie gently taps the table next to you.

“What do you want to do, Miss Azara?” He asks, referring to your character and you look to the rest of the group for assistance before answering.

“I want to-“ In your heart, you know what you want to do, but you also don’t want to be the reason the game ends tragically.

Sensing your fear, Dustin places a hand on your forearm, encouraging you to follow your heart. “Go on Y/N, it’s alright.”

“I want to strike.” You know it’s probably not the best idea, but you’re not sure when you’ll ever have the opportunity to play with the Hellfire Club again. If you’re going to go out, you’re going to go out with a bang.

“Go ahead.” Eddie smiles, placing the dice in your palm. His fingertips brush against yours and your breath hitches. It takes you a moment to recover and when you roll the dice, it’s completely silent before Eddie announces, “It’s a hit!”

The room erupts into cheers as Erica and Dustin jump from their seats to engulf you in a hug. You’re so overwhelmed by the praise that you don’t even notice the smile on Eddie’s lips.

Slowly, Gareth makes his way across the room, approaching his friend and dungeon master.

“You let her win, didn’t you?” He asks just above a whisper, even though he already knows the answer. He folds his arms across his chest and raises a brow. There’s nothing accusatory about the gesture, but Eddie bites back a smile as he mimics Gareth’s threatening façade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replies coyly, a glint of mischief in his eyes while he steals a quick glance at you and the absolutely gorgeous smile on your face.

“Nicely played, man.” Gareth claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder before walking back over to his chair and packing up his belongings. You’re still surrounded by your friends as they celebrate your victory, and it’s all a little bit overwhelming, but Eddie thinks it was all worth it, just to see you smile.

He’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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would yall be interested if i started writing one-shots & stories for the tv show 911?? i literally can barely find one-shots for it! please tell me cause ive got all these ideas!!

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Off the Deep End

No one said being an avenger would be easy, especially not after that mission, but the boys were there and it even caused her to realize what she had been missing this whole time..

Pairings: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Words: 3.1k

Warnings- traumatic events, shooting, PTSD & lots of stucky fluff.

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It had been three days since she had even left the comfort of the four walls that surrounded her. Three days of silent tears slipping down her faces throughout random times of the day. Three days of reliving the failed mission.

Three days of literal hell.

Each member of the team took a hard hit, but gods, Y/n was right in the middle of the chaos and watched it as it erupted. She was as innocent as the bystanders that were slaughtered and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it.

Y/n being the second youngest out of all of these Avengers had yet to even witness something so traumatic and horrifying like what had happened in Prague. She still had that one ounce of innocence that the world had yet to rip from her and it was gone before she even knew it. The others had seen the ugly and the screaming for help, but Y/n, gods she was practically a baby to all this.

And to see all that blood shed at once, they all knew what would come at night and they weren’t wrong. She hadn’t slept for three whole days due to the night terrors that haunted her.

They watched as she stood helpless amidst the burning buildings and the terrorized victims not even knowing where to begin. It killed all them to watch her try to revive as many people as she could and not one of them come back.

The amount of blood that stained her stealth suit made them wince as she entered the quinjet with red, puffy eyes and her head staring at the floor. They all knew what she was thinking: ‘what did I do wrong?’

Steve and Bucky were the first to try and console the heartbroken woman, but nevertheless nothing they could say would erase the amount of death and screaming victims out of her mind. They all let her trek back to her room, knowing that none of their words would provide comfort or a small grain of hope.

So, that is where Y/n was left. In the solace of herself and the ingrained images in her brain that she begged for someone to get rid of.

At the stroke of 7 PM, Y/n heard the creaking of her door being opened and two tall shadowy figures entered. Steve and Bucky noticed her small body in the middle of her bed, still clothed in her dirt covered tactical gear. Small splatters of blood stained the tops of her combat boots and dust from the fallen debris covered her face. She had been the only one who didn’t go to the medbay that night after they arrived home and it worried the two super-soldiers sick.

Y/n knew she had a couple minor injuries, but what didn’t seem minor to the two men was the gash above her right temple that had yet been treated. The gash looked swollen and bruises peppered her eye socket; the blood that once ran down the side of her cheek had ceased and dried.

Softly speaking, Steve cleared his throat, “Y/n, Bruce told us that you haven’t been down to the medbay.. You sustained a pretty major head wound, so we figured we would go with you..”

Every ounce of her wanted to acknowledge them, unable to defeat the monster ruling in her head she ignored them. Her eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, practically ignoring her best friends.

Bucky gnawed on his lip, wondering if the head gash was the only injury Y/n left the battlefield with three days ago. They were all no stranger to the monster PTSD, but it worried him that it caused an even bigger problem than just PTSD itself.

PTSD didn’t just bring itself to the party, it was never one to just be lonesome. It brought all its friends: depression, anxiety, insomnia, flashbacks, survivor's guilt, suicidal ideation, etc…

Steve sighed, “sweetheart, is it okay if we help you to the medbay?”

Unmoving, she laid still in the unmade bed. Bucky began to wonder if she was even breathing, carefully counting her breathing patterns before stepping closer to her.

And as he moved further, Y/n opened her mouth and barely audible said, “I feel too weak to move.”

Choking up, Y/n concealed the tears that desperately wanted to fall from her eyes. The guilt

Pausing, both men came to either side of her, careful not to hurt her. Lifting her by the waist, Y/n was struggling to even understand what they were doing. Her mind was racing too far for her body to catch up, hell she didn’t even feel real at this point and time. Between the dissociation and the lack of nutrients, as the men lifted Y/n to her feet they soon realized she couldn’t even walk on her own.

Her knees buckled the moment either one of them lessened their grasp on her waist.

“Hey doll, we need you to know that nothing you did was wrong, okay? You did amazing-” she cut Bucky off.

“Please, don’t bring it up. It makes everything up here,” motioning to her head, “so much worse.”

That itself made the woman hang her head down, not wanting to see the others or even see the looks on their faces. Steve made eye contact with Bucky as they walked through the double doors of the medbay, confirming both of their suspicions of PTSD.

Banner turned his head seeing the two men practically carrying the woman like she was lifeless and his eyes widened. Just one glimpse and he could tell she hadn’t slept for days nor had any type of nutrition or water and not to mention the scabbed over gash on her right temple.

He so badly wanted to curse the whole team for letting her wait this long with a head injury. “Sit her on table 3,” he directed, practically fuming.

“Hon, give me just a couple minutes. I’m going to have the nurse come run a few quick tests while we are gone, shouldn’t take but ten minutes,” he softly stated before hardening his glance back to the two soldiers.

“You, and you are coming with me. We need to have a quick chat with the team,” he gritted through his teeth.

Eyes wide, they followed him regardless back to the common area where the rest of the team could be found.

“Are you out of your goddamn minds?!” Bruce shouted, making the avengers flinch.

They all seemed taken back by his shout, especially Tony. “Bruce, what’s this about?”

“It’s been what? 3 whole days since you guys came back from Prague maybe longer and for some reason Y/n is just now being sent to the medbay? Are you guys serious?” He fumed, waving his hands wildly, redirecting their attention to something other than the mad Doctor.

“She’s okay? What’s the big deal? The kid is fine, she took a couple hard hits, but we all did,” Tony sighed, nonchalantly crossing his arms.

Running his hands over his face, Bruce yelled out, “she has a head injury Tony! And from what I am seeing she took more than just a couple hard hits, she looks like she is still in fucking shock! Have any of you even checked on her? I mean seriously, do you not understand how dangerous this could be?! She is still in her tactical gear from three days ago! THREE DAYS!!”

A small wave of gasps and wide eyes covered the room, all except for Steve and Bucky who had found her looking more like a skeleton and less like chipper, save world Y/n.

“You guys are ridiculous.. How many times did she check up on you guys when you took hard hits, disregarding her own problems? Every goddamn time. And not once, did you even think about checking up on her this time. I hope you realize just how much danger you put her life in, you all know the protocol,” he hissed, absolute rage filling his words, “head injuries go to the medbay immediately when landing, no matter how small. You all know that.”

After his rant, Banner made his way back down to the medbay, composing himself for the sake of Y/n. Praying to the gods, that nothing serious was damaged or beyond repair.

The rest of the team found themselves mute, unable to process their own stupidity because what Bruce shouted and ranted about had been completely true. They all knew she had been hit with fallen debris and it managed to gash her temple, they knew she hadn’t gone to the medbay that night.. And not one of them decided to go pull her out of bed and force her to the medical center.

“Steve, Buck, be honest,” Wanda finally spoke up, guilt lacing her voice, “how is she?”

Bucky cleared his throat, trying to hold the tears within, “she, uh, she’s definitely not the same Y/n that walked into that mission with a big smile and making fun of the hydra agents for looking emo,” he chuckled softly, “um, she practically didn’t say anything when went to check on her. Not even a hint of a smile or a stupid joke.. She’s struggling with something inside that not even Bruce can fix.”

“She was staring at the ceiling when we walked in, didn’t even acknowledge us until Bucky got close to her.. Gods, Bruce is right. If something is seriously wrong, we failed her. We failed her just as much as we failed not realizing that hydra had planted those damn bombs. I mean, we sent her into the middle of that havoc not even knowing if she would make it out!” Steve ranted, pacing the linoleum flooring.

Silence incased the group as they took in the Captain’s words knowing that all of them are true. They had been so caught up in making sure they themselves were fine to even realize how big of a hit the young avenger took.

“We should’ve noticed, we of all people should’ve been the ones to notice,” Wanda softly whispered, finally breaking the thickened silence.

Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair. He exited the room trying to keep himself together, but began failing to keep composure when he realized he and Steve may lose her.

They had promised to tell her soon, but it seemed that every chance they had gotten turned into a random conversation about her new favorite things, or her worrying over them, or them backing out last minute..

It never seemed like the perfect time to drop the bomb on her, that they were both absolutely infatuated with her. Steve and Bucky had never been so sure about a woman in their whole lives and they weren’t the only ones who noticed it either.

The whole team could see it, everyone knew the small secret. To be honest, no one blamed the two super-soldiers. She fit perfectly between the two of them, the little slice of heaven they both were missing. She loved them more than she could ever imagine, but respected that they were both in a relationship with one another. Although, she had picked up on them only calling her pet names.

While each of the avengers were stuck in their own little worlds wondering just how much they fucked up, Bruce had begun to diagnose the young woman.

She seemed so dull and lifeless lying on the gurney, making his heart wrench. The wound on her had scabbed over making him wonder how big of a scar it may leave, so far Y/n didn’t have a concussion or any major head related injuries which lifted a lot of weight off of his shoulders. But, one major problem was the two broken ribs on her left side along with a small hairline fracture on her brow bone most likely due to whatever caused the wound on her temple.

“B-bruce.. I, uh, I hit some rumble when the explosion went off. Umm, is anything, is anything broken?” she whispered, her voice coarse and rough.

He flinched slightly, from how scratchy her voice sounded, “well, hon, you’ve got two broken ribs and a small hairline fracture on your brow bone.. Have you eaten anything in the past three days?”

She softly shook her head, before saying, “I, I don’t, I can’t bring myself too.”

Furrowing his brows, Bruce paused, “may I ask why not?”

Her face dropped suddenly, and Y/n felt those dark thoughts coming back to life. The ones she tried to fight off the last three days, the ones that haunt her vision everytime she closes her eyes.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she took a breath, causing pain to erupt from her side. “Bruce, I saw a lot of bad things.. More than I wanted too,” she gulped, “can I go back to my room now?”

“Y/n, I think you should stay for a little-”

“I’d like to go back to my room now,” she cut him off abruptly, swinging her legs over the gurney trying to ignore the burning pain in her side.

Bruce tried to stop her, but she quickly walked out before he could get another word out. He noted her weird behavior, sighing.

As she turned the corner to the living room, she noticed the avengers arranged around the living room doing absolutely nothing. Just in what seemed to be deep thought.

The IV needle hung loosely out of her right hand, the tape holding in place as she turned to walk up the circular staircase.

“Y/n? Hey, Y/n-” Tony called out, worriness covering the older man’s face.

“I’m okay, I’d like to be alone for right now.. If you guys need anything, I’ll be in my room,” she breathed harshly, giving a tight smile trying to hold the tears in.

“Goddammit, Y/n. Stop!” Tony finally shouted.

It had felt like all of the air in her lung evaporated from the loud shout. It echoed within the avenger’s tower, causing Y/n to flinch and it sent her body into flight, but she remained frozen on the staircase.

Sounds of loud ricocheting bombs rang in her ears, and images of her scrambling to make it past every exploding bomb flashed in her mind. The fight between life or death became prominent in that very moment as Y/n struggled to differentiate reality and the past.

They watched as Y/n turned ghost white, her face dropped causing both Bucky and Steve mentally panic. Her fingertips lightly grasped the handrail as she teetered between what she thought and what she knew to be true. Y/n finally sunk to the flooring of the steps and a gulf of tears began to seep down her cheeks.

Not being able to tell between reality and the past ate away at her mind. It was like she had gone completely mad, insane even.

Rushing to the woman, Bucky and Steve wasted no time trying to figure out a way to help.

“Hey, Y/n you’re okay sweetheart. I promise, you’re not where your mind is trying to convince you. You’re going to be okay, honey,” Steve gently coaxed, allowing for her small hands to grasp his overly large ones.

Leaning into Bucky’s grasp, Y/n found a comfort like she never had. With both of their deep voices softly pulling her back to reality, she had found a home within two people.

And so, the war between Y/n’s mind and herself began. Now, with all the Avengers realizing how much they had fucked up, the tedious task of healing what a surgical doctor can’t had fallen into their grasp.

Many months flew by, and they had noticed how much the young woman had changed, but one thing had not, the way Steve and Bucky looked at the woman. The way their eyes shined and the way their ears would block out all other voices, but hers.

They would sit in her therapist's office waiting for her sessions to be done, so they could comfort her after long or scary visits, remind her to eat or drink when she had forgotten, calm her down when something triggers memories.

And after one session in particular, a realization had befallen the young woman.

“So, Y/n we have spoken previously about figures in your life that are helping you cope after the events, but would you be willing to tell me about what they do to help you cope?” her therapist asked, as her pen contacted the legal pad softly.

A gentle smile grew on her face, “I mean, when I went off the deep end the whole team jumped in immediately to help me go back to being who I am. Reminding me to eat and drink, they figured out what my triggers were, allowed me to cry when needed, they helped me a lot before I came to you, but I have two in particular that really understood and..” pausing on her words, she gasped, “Dr. Howell, I need to go do something. I will be back next session.”

Dr. Howell’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched Y/n scrambled to pick up her things and practically run out the door. She wondered if it had something to do with Y/n’s PTSD or if maybe the woman had finally become aware of something.

Y/n’s heart raced as she barreled through the double doors and into the waiting area where Steve and Bucky sat watching some childish cartoon on the television which happened to be quite normal.

They both turned around sensing another presence in the waiting area, and when they turned around they weren’t expecting Y/n to be standing there red cheeked and anxious.

“Honey? What’s wrong?” Steve stood up, worry covering his face.

“Doll, your session wasn’t supposed to end for another forty-five minutes? Is it another attack? Do you want to leave, take a walk, hell we could even go get ice-”

Cutting Bucky off, Y/n started shakily talking, “no, no, no, it’s.. It’s, look I realized something just right now and it couldn’t wait and I am so stupid for realizing it so late.”

Bucky and Steve looked at her waiting for her to keep talking, the nervousness eating them both alive. This could be a number of things, this could be a new fear, or-

“She asked me about who helped me cope after the mission and I kept telling her all these wonderful things about how the team were there and my mind just kept screaming about how you guys were the ones to help me eat and drink and how you sit in my therapist office waiting for me to be done and how you know exactly what my triggers are and fuck, even when I went off the deep end you guys were there. Dammit, I just love you. I love you, I love you guys so damn much. More than I should, more than I am allowed too.”

Bucky and Steve felt their faces curve up into a smile, she had finally said what they were so scared to say. She stood there, absolutely dumbfounded as to why they were smiling, considering everyone in the world knew they were absolutely in love with each other.

“Why are you guys smiling? Why aren’t you running for the hills?” she exasperated, throwing her hands in the air.

Chuckling, Steve pulled her into a hug, “because we are absolutely, fully in love with you too, silly girl.”

Bucky grinned, kissing the top of her head, “trust me, we’ve struggled so much the past few months trying to figure out a way to tell you. Stevie almost breaks every time we see you, but I’ve been telling him to wait until you are ready. We know you’ve been through hell these past couple months.”

A couple of happy stray tears dripped down her face, “and I wouldn’t have made it through hell without you two.. Gods, I can’t imagine trying to do this without you.”

Y/n, Bucky, and Steve walked back to the Avenger’s tower content and enjoying each other's presence. When they walked through the elevator doors, the other avenger’s were sprawled across the living room.

And like a lightbulb went off, Tony said, “about fucking time capsicle and metal armed idiot. Finally got your girl.”

For the first time in many months, Y/n let out a laugh that made each avenger smile and though the hard times were not over at least one thing had worked out in return.

#stucky x reader #avengers x reader #steve x reader #steve x you #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #avengers #avenger oneshots

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just what i needed after a rough day of toxic family :) thank you for giving me some comfort & love thru this fic🥺💖 - a broken down burn out

The Date Situation

Summary: Steve and Bucky have always had each other—you knew that. But going on a date to try and get over them somehow only made you want them more, and feelings are a fickle thing.

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, rude men, a little bit of sick!reader

a/n: This is very self-indulgent honestly. Let me know what you think! :)

Steve and Bucky were used to each other.

How could they not be? Childhood friends, turned lovers, turned grieving, frozen soldiers—a comfortable air was bound to arise, amplified by their constant proximity in the compound.

It left the rest of the team feigning disgust each time they walked into a room with the couple, their arms constantly thrown around each other, their faces nuzzled into skin. Their relationship wasn’t new—they’d loved each other since the 40s—but the public affection was. Back in the day, they hadn’t been able to act on their love; stigma and constant wars trampling fondness. But with the future came a freeness, and they weren’t going to hold back anymore.

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Things Are Different Now

FIVE

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Everyone tells you that death is a normal part of life, but Maggie couldn’t remember ever attending a funeral for the entirety of her life. Not once. Her father’s were open enough to help her understand it to a point, but not enough to fully grasp the grief and pain.

They always told her the caterpillar had to turn into the butterfly at some point. Maggie had been grateful enough to not completely understand the concept of death, up until now.

Sitting in between her two father’s, she hadn’t even uttered a word after the confession. The crippling weight of emotions began to set in, a mixture of emotions Maggie couldn’t even understand. Yet, the weight settled on top of her and seeped into her bones not allowing room for even the smallest drop of understanding.

“Doll?”

The wave of tears crashed against her pale cheeks trying to grip the information that had displayed itself perfectly in the conversation.

“So, she’s really gone..?” she whimpered out, finally making eye contact with Steve, “Emma’s really gone, Papa? She’s never coming back, ever…”

Steve and Bucky both felt their stomachs drop, her watery eyes stared at Steve with hope and the only thing he could do was break that small, fragile piece of hope.

Disguising his own tears, he cleared his throat softly wiping her fallen tears, “no sweet girl.. She’s not coming back.”

Both ex-soldiers watched Maggie crumble into sobs and pleas to bring her back. It tore the two men apart knowing there wasn’t a damn thing they could do to spare her from the pain and grief this would cause.

“Papa please! She can’t! W-we didn’t even g-graduate yet.. Daddy please, no,” she wailed in Steve’s arms.

A nightmare had befallen the Rogers-Barnes household and neither Steve or Bucky could rip their daughter from its grasp. Even Bucky and Steve felt this hellishly real nightmare had its claws upon them, their own daughter had been right in the middle of this mess.

And they had no clue or hint of anything that had happened.

It had taken both of the men hours to get her to even slightly calm down, just enough to explain what would be happening in the upcoming weeks. Especially since she was now tied into a full blown FBI investigation.

“Maggie, I know that right now is not the perfect time to talk about everything that has happened, but we need you to understand that they now have to investigate you as a suspect for shooting? Doll, we all know that you did not shoot all those kids okay? It’s just the way that an investigation works. You and Emma were the only ones who left that party alive, all signs point to you.”

Maggie bowed her head ever so slightly, trying to conceal the guilt and shame that covered her.

“Maggs, we have to go to the station tomorrow.. They are going to have you give a written statement and they are going to ask some, uh, very intrusive questions about the party including what you saw and what happened. It’s going to be hard and maybe even scary okay?” Steve swallowed hard, trying to keep his tears hidden.

Softly, she nodded.

“Maggie, just, why? Why did you hide this?” Bucky’s voice broke.

Again, tears leaked down her face. The shame and guilt ate away at every last of her dignity, this one choice changed the trajectory of her life.

“Because, I already knew if you guys found out we went to a party you would’ve killed me and then I didn’t even have the guts to try and stop the shooter. I was so scared that you would be disappointed and mad that I didn’t even try… And now I’m paying the price with my best friend’s life cause I was an idiot and tried to play superhero,” she stressed, her shoulders slumping as she continued to explain.

Maggie gave up trying to rein in her tears so she allowed them to fall down her cheeks.

“I wanted to fix this. It was my fault, I told Emma not to tell anyone. I was the one who murdered her, all because of my own stupidity.”

The soldier’s mouths hung slightly open due to shock. They had promised each other she would never have to be like them, never. Realization struck the men, no matter what, Maggie was bound to be sucked into their lifestyle.

“Baby-”

“Dad, no.. I need space. This is all too much right now,” Maggie clenched her eyes shut.

Bucky and Steve decided to not fight it this time; it had been truly a lot to take in. The shooting. The murders. Their own daughter right in the middle of what felt like a war. They couldn’t blame her for wanting to run or have time alone.

Sure, Bucky and Steve had seen countless dead bodies or people being shot, but this was different. They had signed up for that mess, Maggie did not. Maggie Rogers-Barnes was not an avenger, or a ‘superhero’. She was their daughter.

They had made a choice many moons ago to never drag her into the messy life of fighting crime and taking on monsters.

The two ex-soldiers could only imagine what she saw or heard while trying to keep herself safe at that party; it made their stomachs churn to even imagine. Only two teens survived that knew of, Maggie and Emma..

Things were missing from her room and Maggie knew it immediately the moment she took a glance around the four walls. Her laptop was gone, along with all of the work she had done with her own little investigation.

She stared at the wall by her bed.

There was a string of fairy lights holding polaroid pictures of Emma and her, along with several stupid movie tickets and a pair of hocoming tickets. Walking towards the lights, her fingers skimmed over the old pictures. Tears glazed her eyes, these were all her happiest memories.

Now, they would stay memories forever and not another memory would be created. Maggie’s heart broke most at that, knowing that she would never, for as long as she walked this earth, make another memory with Emma.

She had always imagined death as something people would look at as bittersweet, not something that ruined people’s lives. Emma would never graduate, never go to prom, never go to college with her. In this moment, Maggie felt herself fall through the claws of grief and land rock bottom into depression’s hands.

Maggie exited the room that no longer felt like home and made her way to the guest bedroom. It didn’t feel like home either, but it gave small relief to the torturing memories her bedroom would give if she stayed.

She longed for someone or something to take this pain that filled her body. Maggie begged every entity that was out there. Yet, no sort of ease or solace came.

Laying her numb limbs on the bed, she didn’t bother to crawl under the covers, Maggie just laid upon the duvet wondering if she would ever escape this pain.

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She had dreaded waking up that morning, the whole household did. The morning snuck up on each of them and the two men wanted nothing more than to tell her to sleep in, but they couldn’t simply tell the FBI to fuck off.

Steve and Bucky knew she didn’t get much sleep that night, her eyes were sunken in and looked almost lifeless. Maggie couldn’t lie, getting up that morning felt like she was still caught in a nightmare.

The car ride to the station was silent, no music played in the background, no chirpy laughs, nothing.

“Maggs, if you want, Papa and I can be with you when they interrogate you. We don’t have to be, but if you wanted-”

“That would be nice, dad,” quietly she cut Steve off from rambling.

Giving her a small smile, he nodded. Bucky silently screamed in excitement, he knew how thorough and hard interrogations could be, especially this one.

Once they finally made it to the police station, Maggie made note of how many FBI vehicles were parked outside the local police station which could only mean one thing.

They had not one clue what the hell was going on and she was about to be delivered like a piece of meat to a den of hungry lions. She shakily stepped outside of the car, walking closely to Steve and Bucky.

Anxiety chewed through her insides and the foul taste of copper filled her mouth, realizing her bottom lip had been the victim of the coppery substance.

“You’re going to room three, two agents will meet you there shortly,” a deputy softly smiled, directing her father’s to the room.

Following their footsteps, it led to a small room that looked almost exactly like every interrogation room you saw in movies. Dull, grey walls, a double sided mirror facing directly in front of you.

“Everything will be okay, kiddo. Just be honest and tell them what you remember exactly,” Bucky rubbed her back gently, '' I promise.”

The same agent and defense attorney from school entered and Maggie internally cursed herself, ‘great, just fucking great Maggie.’

“Hello Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers, Ms. Maggie. It’s nice to see you again, unfortunate circumstances I’ll say,” Lewis Brooke sighed, “so, it seems we got off on the wrong understanding Ms. Maggie.”

“Brooke-”

“Lewis please-”

Agent Erin held up his hands to silence the men, “please, Steve, Bucky, for the sake of the case and court laws we are going to ask you to step inside the surveillance room if you must. I know this is hard on all of you, and we all know Maggie is not the suspect, but due to the court of law we must treat her as one. So please gentlemen, step outside.”

Bucky and Steve wanted nothing more than to fight them on this, but being defeated by exhaustion they complied.

Giving a smile to their daughter they left the room. This only furthered Maggie’s anxiety and she gulped as the two sat opposite of her.

“Maggie, before we begin the questioning and really getting into the scary parts of this case. Both Brooke and I need to know why you withheld information about being at the party?” Agent Erin asked, clicking his pen.

Maggie stared at the blank paper, letting out a breath.

“Well, Mr. Alim, Mr. Brooke, my dad’s did not know that I was at the party and neither did E-Emma’s parents and we were both scared of what would happen if we told anyone.. I was just really scared,” she replied, trying to keep calm at the mention of Emma’s parents.

Pondering, Lewis spoke, “due to fear you both decided to not tell anyone? Is that correct?”

Nodding, Maggie tried to calm her racing mind, but gods it was so damn hard.

“Okay, can you run us through what you saw that night or what you heard? It’s important that you tell us every small detail even if it seems like nothing,” Alim spoke, hoping to help her understand how serious this is.

Shifting uncomfortably in the metal chair, Maggie clenched her eyes shut digging through her mind for memories of that night.

“W-we arrived late to the party that n-night, we were dancing in the kitchen and Emma brought up getting drinks. I had told her I didn’t think it would be a good idea and we had gotten into a small argument and then I heard the first bullet ring throughout the house. I pushed Emma to the floor with me,” taking a small breath, Maggie flinched remembering the loud sound of the first bullet.

Agent Alim began to furiously scribble on the notepad as Maggie tried to control her erratic breathing. “Maggie, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath and continue from there,” Brooke gently commanded, noticing the panic.

“The shooter let off two more shots and began shouting out things like ‘get the fuck down’ ‘d-do you wanna die?’ There was a lot of screaming and crying, I crawled behind an island that was in the kitchen. I remember panicking cause I c-couldn’t find Emma, but I didn’t move f-from the, the island. I tried to, to uh, to conceal all of myself that I could. He kept yelling and I covered my ears so I couldn’t hear them screaming or shouting,” tears began to fall from her uneasy eyes and the agents grimaced from her words.

Gulping, Maggie continued, “I felt their footsteps getting closer and I thought this was it. They were loud and then the sound stopped. I remember praying to whatever was out there because I thought I was going to be next. I opened my eyes to see black cargo pants and military grade boots, they then crouched down to my height and wiped the tears off my cheek. They looked at me and told me that, I was always super nice to them and it saved my life..”

Her chest raised and fell rapidly, Maggie’s breath caught itself in the back of her throat. “Maggie, Maggie-”

A white buzz began to fill her ears at this moment, everything felt fuzzy and her breaths didn’t seem to catch up with her. The whole room seemed to unleash panic, the two agents rushed to bring Steve and Bucky in.

And Maggie couldn’t stop thinking about the last few words he said to her, ‘be careful in the living room. Wouldn’t want you to step in blood.’

Their pale, dead faces mocked her. Maggie broke into a heap of tears and wheezes, this was too much.

Steve and Bucky rushed into the dull room, kneeling down on either side of the metal chair hoping that their words would penetrate through her enough to calm her down. They had seen Maggie breakdown, but not like this.

This monster had come from a place Bucky was all too well with and both soldiers knew that. Seeing it take action in their daughter’s life threw them sideways, their purpose to protect her from this had become brittle and broken. No matter how hard they tried it would always find them out.

“Baby! Hey, Maggs look at me, you’re okay! You’re here, not there.”

Those words broke through her mind and she flinched coming back to the four grey, dull walls of the interrogation room.

“Doll, you’re okay, you’re okay.. Just breathe sweet girl, okay? Just breathe,” Bucky soothed, wiping the tears off her red cheeks.

Maggie reached out for his metal hand, grounding herself on the cool metal. He clasped their hands, softly smiling at his daughter reminding her she would be okay. Steve rubbed her back in circular motions, letting out a small breath he had been holding in.

Once she had fully calmed down, the two agents re-entered the room.

“Maggie, how about we finish this another day?”

“No. No, let’s just get this over with,” she shook her head, stubbornly.

Bucky and Steve almost let out a chuckle, understanding just how stubborn their girl could be. The agents complied to her wishes and the two avengers got up to leave, but Agent Erin stopped them.

“Please, you guys are welcome to stay this time. Just please don’t talk,” he sighed, allowing them to stay in the room.

“Maggie, go ahead and begin where you left off. You were telling us about what they said when they crouched down to you,” Brooke restated from the notes.

She settled her nerves before talking again, “they patted my cheeks and warned me about stepping in blood before letting me leave. I tried not to look as I left through the front door, but my classmates were laid everywhere, blood was everywhere, but I left before they could change their minds. I, I met Emma outside.. She didn’t look hurt, I had no idea how she even got out. I ran home after talking to Emma.”

Steve wiped the fallen tears off her cheeks once again, the agent and DA had decided that it was enough questioning for right now.

“Thank you Maggie for your time, we appreciate you for your bravery during this. The investigators do have your phone and laptop for evidence, but as soon as we are done with them we will let you know. We’ll call you if there is anything else we need,” Alim nodded, leading them out of the room.

Maggie didn’t say anything, just kept close to her dads.

“Oh, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, we are sending agents to sit outside your guys’ house just in case Maggie could possibly be their next victim. If you guys could find a temporary place to stay until this is solved, that would be the best option,” Lewis added, smiling sympathetically.

Her shoulders slumped with this news.. She now had to leave her childhood house.

Steve cursed and Bucky pulled Maggie closer to him, “it’s going to be okay, doll..”

Steve led them outside and back into the car, where he made a realization. If they had to go somewhere else, there was only one place he would go.

“I think it’s time to give uncle Tony a call.”

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#stucky x oc #stucky x reader #stucky x daughter!reader #steve x oc #steve x reader #steve rogers x daughter!reader #bucky x oc #bucky x daughter!reader #bucky x reader #avenger oneshots #avengers x reader

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Hey guys!! For those of you reading the Things Are Different Now series, the next chapter will be uploaded today! Right now in the works of typing it out! I think you guys will really enjoy it! - Bay <3

#steve x reader #stucky x reader #things are different now series #bucky x reader

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Are you still updating “things are different now” it’s really good :)

yes i am!! the fifth chapter shall be on its way soon !! 💖

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Remember That Night?

Everyone seems to know what happened with Y/n’s long-term boyfriend that night except herself..

Pairing:Stucky x reader

Words: 2250

Warnings- cheating, clueless reader, overprotective!stucky, reader not taking care of herself, isolation, depression denial,angst, & fluff. (also not my gif)

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Y/n’s eyes weren’t as dim as everyone thought they would be after the party, and they all felt a little awkward the morning after. Almost as if she had no idea what had even happened and Steve had a sense she didn’t have a clue to begin with.

“Does anyone know if Y/b/n made it home last night? He hasn’t texted me much since the party and I’m getting kinda worried,” she huffed walking into the kitchen.

While her back was turned, Natasha mouthed, ‘she doesn’t know, don’t say anything,’ giving a deadly glare to all of them who sat around the island.

And they all knew this was not going to be good. Y/n in no way was fragile, but simply being the second youngest made them overprotective of her. Not to mention, she had such pure intentions with the guy and she truly saw the best in him.

The two super-soldiers never really liked him. They could see right past the facade that he put up even if Y/n couldn’t, but she looked so happy and they didn’t want to ruin that for her.

“Can’t say, sweetheart. I’m sure he’s fine,” Steve lied, trying his hardest to hide the growl.

Bucky and Steve watched as her shoulders slumped while making her morning coffee, tearing at both of their hearts.

Turning to face them, her face held worry. Y/n felt her stomach knot together in anxiety and it clawed itself up her throat.

“That’s just so weird.. I didn’t see him that much even during the party. We were supposed to go to the park today and have a picnic to celebrate our 1 year,” she frowned, sipping on the mug, '' I had everything ready.. Maybe I should go check on him?”

Everyone’s stomach dropped as they listened to her voice wobble. Even in the worst situations Y/n saw the light and it took everything in the two soldiers to not spill everything that happened last night.

“Y/n, I’m sure he is fine,” Sam gave a tight smile.

She shook her head, “no.. I have a gut feeling something bad happened. Did any of you see him leave last night? This is so unlike him.. I’m going to go over to his apartment, I’ll catch you guys later.”

Natasha hurriedly grabbed her keys off the hook, Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the red-head’s actions.

“Nat, what are you doing? This is serious, give them to me,” she uttered, an ache growing in her heart.

“Sit, we need to have a conversation about last night.”

Guiding her back to the island, she sat in between Bucky and Steve who had yet to even make eye contact with the younger girl.

“You guys are scaring me,” she whimpered out, anxiety eating her alive.

Wanda gave her a soft smile, “Y/n, there are some things that no one has seemed to tell you and we have the unfortunate duty as people who love and care for you to tell you.”

The super soldiers could hear her racing heartbeat beside them and how her face began to flush out of color. She had begun to panic silently. Y/n knew something was off from the moment she woke up this morning.

“Y/n, he cheated on you.”

Y/n hadn’t meant to burst into laughter, but she did.

“Are you okay? Y/n?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.

Continuing with the laughter fit, she caught her breath and shook her breath, “ha ha, very funny guys. I know you guys aren’t the fondest of him, but I really need to check on him.”

“Doll, we aren’t joking.. Stevie and I found him last night with another girl,” Bucky quietly stated, guilt washing over him.

They watched as her blushed face turned pale, in a quick manner. Her jaw went slack and this cold feeling washed over the girl, trying to figure out how to lie to herself. But, the facts had been a slap in the face. Something she couldn’t exactly dismiss.

It felt like an elephant sat on top of her chest and wouldn’t get off, the heaviness crept in, infiltrating every bit of her.

“Y/n? Doll? Hey.. Y/n-”

Ignoring the calls from Bucky, she turned on her feet and went back up the stairs. Locking the door behind her, Y/n began to break. What a fool she was..

How could she ever be this stupid?

Biting back the sobs, she clicked on his number, allowing it to ring. Hoping that maybe, just this once, she could get some answers or enough truth to pack up the emotions and never feel them again.

The call went straight to voicemail and with a shaky voice, Y/n said, “I know.. I know what happened. Please, just call me back. All I want is answers.. Um, I’ll return your stuff as quickly as I can.”

The salty droplets fell quicker than she wanted and a pit filled her.

A hollow, empty never ending pit.

It took everything in her to not wreck her bedroom in that moment. Tear the bedcovers off, rip the sheets apart, and set it all to flames.

So, not trusting herself, Y/n sat on the carpet near the foot of the bed unmoving. The emptiness refused to let her move, but her mind begged and pleaded for her to move, to do anything but sit there.

Nonetheless, she didn’t move. Not even when the sun went down and many of her closest friends knocked on her door.

Many days passed before Y/n decided to force herself off the carpet and out the hellhole that left every reminder of the sins he committed. Tears escaped while she stripped her bed of the crime, every ounce of the bedsheets reeked of alcohol and mistakes.

Throwing it all in a trash bag, even the pillows, she finally opened the locked door making her way down to the kitchen area. Many of the avengers sat in the living room adjacent to the kitchen area, giving each other glances.

Worry and guilt covered each of their faces, especially the two soldiers.

“Y/n, darling, what are you doing?” Wanda asked, finally breaking the silence.

Y/n stopped her every movement, pausing before turning around and saying, “thinking about committing arson with my bedsheets.”

“Y/n, arson is a felony,” Sam stated, in all seriousness.

Chuckling, Y/n gave a tight smile, “you know, I appreciate your concern, but you know what also should be a felony? The amount of failed relationships I have been in. Now that should be a felony.”

Tears sprang in her eyes as she tried her hardest to keep her smile, but soon failed. “So, if you don’t mind. I’m going to go throw my bedsheets away along with my whole bedspread and pillows. May commit arson, may not. Might drown myself in alcohol, might not, at this point who knows,” her eyes flooded with tears, “and who really cares?”

Steve’s heart wrenched as he listened to her words. He knew this would most likely send her off the deep end, both he and Bucky watched how she would spring back from failed relationships, but this.. This was longer than four or five months.

It had been a year. 365 days with one person.

And, they all knew that this would take time. She couldn’t immediately spring back from the break up this time.

“Doll, just leave’em in the kitchen. We’ll throw them away, don’t worry about it, okay? Stevie and I have extra bed sheets. We will grab them for ya,” Bucky offered softly.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, “no, no it’s fine. I’m fine.”

There it was. Y/n’s defense mechanism everyone couldn’t help but notice. Her own denial.

“Y/n-”

“Sweetheart, it’s no-”

Cutting everyone off, she threw her hands up, “I’m fine. I don’t need you guys to coddle me, okay? I’m fine.”

A stray tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it off before trailing back upstairs. Gods, why did this have to be so hard?

After shutting the door, Y/n collapsed on the bare mattress not even bothering to grab a blanket or some sort of sheet.

Staring at the blank ceiling, she wondered what she could’ve done wrong this time. Or maybe she was never meant to be in a relationship in the first place? Maybe she was defective? One by one, her mind fought itself on some kind of answer.

She couldn’t pinpoint one thing that could lead to why he did what he did.

And she just couldn’t bear it all.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes Ms. Y/l/n?”

“Please soundproof my room,” she sniffled, withholding the sobs that crashed over like waves in the ocean.

“Of course, Ms. Y/l/n.”

She awaited for the small ding before letting out the waves of wails that poured from her throat. Y/n screamed until her throat became raw from the intense sobs and pleas. It reminded her that she wasn’t as empty as she thought.

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Before Y/n even realized it, things began to pile up. The night became day too quickly, the knocks on the door lessened, the calls stopped, and yet, she had not reached the point of feeling remotely okay.

Worthlessness covered her like a heavy, warm sweater. Nothing seemed to matter anymore and that scared every single one of her friends. Tony noticed the liquor missing from the cabinets, Bucky and Steve could hear the sobbing at night, and Y/n had yet to put sheets on her bed.

But, today was different.

The avengers came to an agreement; this had quickly spiraled from a healthy coping mechanism to a very unhealthy one. Someone had to step up and give her no choice to get better whether it meant staying with her or forcing her to eat in the kitchen.

Naturally, the two super-soldiers immediately stepped up to the batting plate and were determined to help her even if she didn’t want it.

Bucky and Steve stood outside her locked door trying to figure out a plan, because they could not take it anymore.

“I know you guys are out there,” her scratchy voice sounded from behind the door, “I’m depressed not blind.”

Sighing, Bucky started, “doll, can you please just let us come in.. It’s been weeks, almost a month.”

A small gasp left her lips as she stared at the door hiding her two best friends, it couldn’t have been almost a month. That cannot be true. She couldn’t have possibly laid within the four walls of this bedroom for almost a month.

Lightly tapping on the phone screen beside her, the date betrayed her. It really had been a month of her lying within these four walls. Nothing but sorrow and shame covered them.

“Darling please.. Please just let someone in,” Steve's voice sounded broken and almost hopeless.

He too, began to wonder if she would pull through this..

More and more Y/n felt that it was easier to cry than talk about what the hell had happened or try to understand her emotions.

“Y/n, I need you to listen to me. We both know what the next step is if you don’t open this damn door. Honey, you don’t even need to talk. Just let someone be there for you when you’re ready. I know that you’re very much used to doing this shit on your own, but Y/n this has become a monster you can longer tame, so doll I am begging you to just get up off the bed and open this door before we break it.”

Y/n couldn’t possibly think that what they had decided to do was the right answer, but what Bucky said knocked some sensible part of her brain alive. At this point, was she even living or just passing through the moments?

Every part of her ached and felt weak as she crossed the cold hard wood floor. Her muscles and bones screamed in fury with each step towards the door. She didn’t even know what time it was. The curtains were so opaque no light could penetrate the room if it wanted too.

Shakily unlocking the door, remorse and guilt flooded her; a reminder that not only she had suffered through this, but her friends and family too.

Slowly she opened the door, trying her hardest to withhold the tears Y/n saw the two soldiers let out a sigh of relief. Without a thought in each of their minds, they pulled her into a hug only hoping to make her feel remotely okay.

Small soft sobs escaped her, but at least this time she wouldn’t be alone for the rest of this hard journey. They reminded her that it would take time and maybe even a few therapist visits, but Y/n would get back to herself.

She would get back to that loud laughing, ray of sunshine they called their best friend. So, for now she wouldn’t be okay, but it’s okay to not be okay. Steve and Bucky would remind her of that till the day they died.

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#stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky #avengers x reader #avenger oneshots #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #steve x reader #steve x you

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Y/n:*loses Qrow in a flock of birds*

Y/n: Uh-oh

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Hey I just wanted to tell you that your stories are the best I’ve ever read!!! Keep it up and please never stop writing… not only would I be sad but everyone on this app that reads them would be too

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Scream | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst)

Category: Angst (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: mentions of syringes, mentions of poisoning, mentions of drugs, hallucinations Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Reader is poisoned on a mission leaving her with horrendous side effects that Bucky and Steve don’t know how to handle Request: “Stucky x reader where on a mission, Y/N is poisoned and afterwards the effects kick in and she’s faced with vivid hallucinations, weakness, hot flushes, fever— the works. I can just picrure how terrified our boys would be at not really being able to help her all that much and having to watch her suffer through the hallucinations. Steve would feel so guilty having to pin her down when she thrashes about in her manic state🥺" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 1,866

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“You’re a son-of-a-bitch, you know that?!” (Y/N) grunts as she fights the enemy one-on-one. Some mad-man doctor who wanted to be like Banner.

The man lets out a manic laugh, his fighting skills almost up to par with her own and it’s just pissing her off.

“What can I say, (L/N)? I wanted to be as smart as that green rage monster but put the skills to better use!” He talks as if he’s not breaking a sweat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” The woman groans, cursing as she’s shoved backward into one of the metal benches in his laboratory, the man pulls a syringe and it’s being pushed into her forearm in no time.

(Y/N) hisses at the sudden intrusion but he’s strong enough to hold her down, quickly entering whatever the substance is into her system.

“Oh, fuck off!” She yells, using her legs to kick the man off, yanking the syringe out of her arm and onto the floor.

She really isn’t too worried about whatever it was given the medical team they have back at the Tower.

Before she can decide her next plan of action, given the doctor destroyed her weapons, the locked door across the room is broken in, followed by the all-too-familiar shield flying through.

“You alright, doll?” Bucky’s voice speaks up once the doctor is knocked out cold.

(Y/N) takes a deep breath and nods, smiling at her two lovers as they come toward her, checking for any life-threatening injuries.

“I’m all good, thank you.” The men grin and nod.

“Let’s get outta here, we found the serums he had locked away.” The brunet exclaims.

“Awesome.”

There weren't many of them on this mission. Only (Y/N), Bucky, Steve, Sam and Wanda. It was a quick in-and-out job, simply needing to get hold of the drugs that this crazy doctor had created. No-one knows what they were for or what was in them, but people were tested and people died.

“I want Mac-and-Cheese for dinner.” (Y/N) speaks up, sitting down on the bench of their jet and leaning back, resting her eyes.

Everyone chuckles at that.

“I’m sure something can be arranged, sweetheart.” Steve responds, the rest of them relaxing, Sam keeping eyes looking out front as he flies them home, along with Wanda.

“We gotta put that sauce in it though that you added last time!” Sam calls back, (Y/N) laughing.

“Of course, bird boy.”

The journey back takes about two hours, alas the woman decides that sleep sounds like a brilliant idea.

“Wake me up when we’re home.”

“Of course, baby.” Bucky smiles.

The sleep is great, right up until it isn’t. She’s seeing her biggest fears all around her. Things from as little as spiders to as big as when she was in the fucking Red Room. She can see Madame B threatening her. She can hear it all. She is living and breathing the same air all over again.

“Stop.” She whispers, eyes wide and staring at the surroundings once more, but this can’t be real… can it? Surely not?

“(Y/N)?” Steve quizzes, furrowing his brows at the woman who’s been asleep for an hour, confused as she murmured the word in her sleep.

No response.

He looks at Bucky with a quirked brow but the brunet shrugs.

“She’s the queen of sleep-talking, let’s be real.” He chuckles, Steve smirking at that.

“Very true.”

But then she doesn’t stop.

“No. No, please! Don’t! I can’t, no, please-“ She’s begging and the two super soldiers are jumping up instantly to get to her.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), sweetheart, look at me, look at us!” Steve urges, watching her wide eyes staring off aimlessly across the jet, body sat upright.

“Baby, you’re okay, you’re safe!” Bucky adds, both men staring at their girl with wide-eyes.

They can’t remember the last time she had a nightmare. She used to have them every time she closed her eyes but they ended completely about three years ago.

“NO! PLEASE!” Her screams sound like they could break glass.

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with her?!” Sam asks in a worried state, trying to remain focused on flying the jet.

No-one responds, Steve and Bucky just trying to stop the woman from hurting herself as she thrashes around.

“Wanda, is there anything you can do?!” Steve asks the woman, looking at her with desperation.

“I can’t! I’m trying but her mind is all over the place, none of it makes any sense!”

Those words only worry the super soldiers even more.

The scream that rips from (Y/N)’s lips is painful for everyone involved. They think she’s awake now but no-one can really tell. She’s sat up, grabbing her hair and yanking on it. Bucky desperately trying to stop her.

“Doll, you’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Shit. Sam, How long til we’re home?!” Steve asks his friend who’s flying as quickly as he can.

“Still got another fifteen minutes or so.”

The men worry as they watch their girl get worse and worse as time passes on. She’s practically dripping in sweat, pupils wide but eyes completely unfocused.

The soldiers and Wanda don’t stop trying to get through to the woman for the whole time but it remains completely useless.

She’s screaming, she’s crying, she’s begging, but for what?

All she can see is death. Blood. Pain. Red Room. HYDRA. Steve. Bucky. But not the ones she knows.

“Wanda, get Tony and Bruce ready to take (Y/N) into the med bay!” Steve demands, him and Bucky occasionally glancing at one another with fear and unspoken questions.

What do we do?

“I can’t lose her, Steve.” Bucky manages, his eyes back on (Y/N), hands stroking her own in an attempt to calm her down.

The blond gulps and nods, also not taking his eyes off of their girlfriend.

“I know.”

The moment the jet lands, Bucky has their girl swooped up in his arms, him and Steve sprinting toward the med bay where they find a ready prepared Tony and Bruce who have concerned expressions on their faces.

Her scream startles the two scientists and they look at the super soldiers for any form for an explanation.

“We don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s burning up, she looks traumatised, she won’t stop crying or screaming, her pupils are blown up, I don’t know what’s wrong.” Steve pleads with Tony, desperate for his girl to be put out of whatever pain she’s in.

Bucky lays the woman down on the bed where Bruce is forced to lock her ankles and wrists in place or else she’ll hurt someone.

“Shit.” Bucky whispers, feeling indescribable amounts of pain by seeing his girlfriend locked down like she’s one of the bad guys.

Bruce doesn’t waste another second before scanning the woman over, running all kinds of tests to see if the woman is okay but it’s within minutes before she’s throwing up, Tony cursing at the sight and running to grab some paper towels.

Steve and Bucky have truly never felt so useless in all of their lives. They’re super soldiers. They’ve quite literally been enhanced to be stronger than just about anyone. They’re superheroes, no? Is it not their job to save people? Be the people who can save anyone or anything? So why do they feel so useless?

The blond closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths as he tries to not fall down the pit of guilt. Of self-hatred.

“How’s she doing?” Sam asks as he tentatively approaches the two soldiers who are now sat in the waiting room outside the med bay, as per Tony’s request.

Bucky remains silent for a moment, assuming Steve will answer their friend, but furrows his brows and looks at the blond when he says nothing.

“I don’t know. Steve, are you okay?” The Winter Soldier vaguely answers as his focus alters to Steve.

Sam sits down on the chair on the other side of Steve to Bucky and rests his hand on his friend’s thigh.

“You okay, Cap?”

There’s a moment of quiet where the only thing heard is the deep inhale that Captain America takes.

“I didn’t know what to do.” It’s a whisper but loud enough to be heard by his two best friends. “The love of my life was clearly in pain and scared and lost, and I just… I didn’t know what to do.”

“None of us did, Stevie.” Bucky murmurs, hating to see his boyfriend so torn.

“What use am I as the world’s greatest hero if I can’t even help those who I care about most when they need it?” The blond questions, mocking the term that’s meant to be endearing.

“You can’t do that to yourself, Steve. There was no way of you being able to work out what got her into such a state.” His lover tries to reassure but he’s feeling similarly guilty.

“You looked after her the best you could’ve until she got the medical attention she needed. You both did amazing.” Sam assures his best friends.

“Guys?” The three men snap their heads up as Bruce calls out to them.

“Is she okay?!” Bucky immediately asks, jumping onto his feet.

“She’s gonna be okay. She had Scopolamine poisoning which is what will’ve been causing her hallucinations, nausea, feverish symptoms, et cetera.” Banner explains, Steve looking like he might even pass out. “I can only assume someone managed to get it into her system whilst you were out.”

“But she’s okay, right?” Sam confirms, Bruce nodding.

“I’ve given her an antidote, per se, which will be flushing it out of her system. Give it a couple of hours and she’ll be right as rain.”

Sam nods.

“Thank you, Bruce, really.” Steve manages, giving his friend a somewhat smile.

Bruce returns the expression and pats the man on his shoulder.

“She’s always safe as long as she has you lot caring for her.”

And so the men now wait for a couple of hours, not leaving her side for a moment. Wanda tries to tell them that they need a shower but they weren’t moving.

“Tony’s gonna kill you for stinking out his med bay.” Are the first words that leave the woman’s mouth after exactly two hours and twenty-four minutes.

“Oh my God, sweetheart.” Steve breathes whilst Bucky chuckles at her first words.

“Hey, Cap.” (Y/N) smiles, voice quiet.

He can’t help but basically lie on top of her as he holds her close, thankful to just have her safe in his arms again.

“This is a nice wake-up surprise.” She continues to joke but her face falters when the blond looks at her with fearful eyes, hands holding either side of her face.

“Do you feel okay?”

“Steve, man, come on, give her some space.” Bucky attempts to sound joking as he pulls his boyfriend back away from their girl’s personal space.

(Y/N) gulps and can see the fear in Bucky’s eyes just as well.

“I’m okay, I promise.” She attempts. “I’m right here, Stevie.” Her hand reaches out to hold his, as well as holding Bucky’s flesh one. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The two super soldiers manage a smile.

“I’m holding you to that, sweetheart.”

“Yes, sir.”

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bailey-whalieee · 3 years

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Things Are Different Now

(Hey sweet friends!! I hope you don’t hate me for the cliffhanger at the end of this chappie :) Meanwhile, how are you guys? Let me know!! Just in case you don’t know, ur enough, you got this, & everyday is a new day. Keep being you !)

FOUR

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Maggie hit a deadend by the end of the week after the fight with Emma. She worked vigorously for days, barely sleeping or eating, and still after all the hard work that contained many tears she hit a deadend.

Steve and Bucky were becoming fed up with her antics, the late nights, the not eating, they were beyond confused. Ever since the school announced the shooting, their girl had been off and they began to do their own investigating behind their daughter’s back.

Unbeknownst to them, Maggie had dug up more than she could chew and she wouldn’t stop until the killer had been put to an end.

It wasn’t until Maggie remembered the most vital part of her own investigation, that she pieced it together. The unknown number. All she had to do is trace the unknown number and it would be a piece of cake from there.

Unless it was a scrap phone, but still there were many possibilities as to what she could do.

maggs

em, i love you please know that.

3:46 am

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Sighing, Maggie searched for another contact in her phone. The unknown number was found almost near the bottom of her phone and anxiety reeked from her as she clicked on the text message.

Maggie

i dont know who you are, but i know what you did. either you fess up or im telling the cops all i know.

3:51 am

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She gnawed on the bottom of her lip almost hoping they would text her back immediately, but that feeling wore off the moment she heard familiar footsteps inching towards her door. With wide eyes, she ripped the papers off her desk and shoved them in her bookbag.

Steve entered her bedroom with tired eyes and a frown glued on his face.

“Maggie, what are you doing up?” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

She paused and redirected his question, “what are you still doing up, dad?”

He huffed, his nostrils flaring, “Maggie, enough. It’s close to four in the morning. I don’t know what has been up with you lately, but you better figure it out and fix it. I’ve had enough, Maggie. So, either speak up or fix it. Go to bed.”

Maggie flinched at the tone of his voice and nodded, “yes sir.”

Shutting the door, tears welled up in her eyes before she headed towards her bed. Wiping the flooded tears in her eyes she quietly whispered, “I really wish I could tell you dad.. I really do.”

Settling in bed, a small ping sounded from her phone and she furrowed her eyebrows checking the message.

Unknown

You really wouldn’t want to put poor little Emma in that danger would you?

4:01 am

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Almost growling, Maggie furiously typed out her message growing tired with the games they were playing especially after everything that has happened in past few weeks.

Maggie

what the hell are you talking about?

4:02 am

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Unknown

Either of you talk to the cops and you’ll be dead before you have the time to fess anything up to them.

4:02 am

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Unknown

And I will know if you do. You should be more careful leaving your devices out in the open, never know who might be able to hack into it. How do you think I got your numbers? :)

4:03 am

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Maggie felt her stomach do a summersault, and began to let their text resonate into her. She almost threw her phone against the wall, the odds were stacked against her. How in the world would this ever get solved?

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When Maggie awoke the next afternoon, when she entered the living area Steve and Bucky were already waiting for her which could only mean she was in trouble.

They hadn’t looked this pissed since the day she socked one of her classmates for making fun of Emma, using one of the tricks Bucky taught her for self-defense training. In the end, Steve was more angry than Bucky, but still she could feel the anger.

“Maggie, we need to talk.”

They were greeted with silence, but she sat opposite to them on the other loveseat, not even able to hold eye contact with either of her father’s.

“What is going on with you? I mean, seriously. I thought maybe, if we gave you some space after the shooting you would bounce back, but I guess not. So, Maggie you either start talking or you can talk to a therapist,” Steve stated, sternly.

“Are you serious?” not believing the words that came out of her father’s mouth.

“Look Maggs, this isn’t healthy. We don’t want to do this, but you’re not giving us much of a choice doll,” Bucky sighed.

“No you guys don’t get it and neither will a damn therapist. I’m fine! Why can’t you guys just leave it at that? I don’t want to have a stupid talk about my feelings, I don’t want you guys to try and understand! I want them to find the damn person who killed all those kids!” Maggie blew up with anger like she never had before.

All the stress and turmoil from her own investigation, the fall out with Emma, the nightmares, showed its ugly face in Maggie’s anger. She hadn’t meant to blow up, but she did.

“Maggie, I get that you're angry okay? Sweetheart, you need to talk about this,” Steve coaxed, moving to the loveseat she sat on.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he brushed the wayward hair out of her face, “we can continue this talk when you’re calmer. Take a walk, take a shower, I don’t care. Come back when you’re calmer and ready to open up or ready to talk to a professional okay? I’m not changing my mind, honey.”

Heated anger threatened to bubble over, but she kept her mouth shut and just nodded before running back upstairs ignoring their saddened glances.

“So stupid, stupid dad’s, stupid Emma, stupid people! UGH!” she screamed into her pillow, tears flowing as she did.

She laid in the puddle of tears and week old mascara for a while before getting up and changing out of her well worn clothes. Tugging on new grey sweatpants and a very large sweatshirt that was either Steve or Bucky’s.

Maggie needed out of the suffocating presence of Steve and Bucky, she loved them, but she couldn’t do it right now. She needed out. Whether it meant walking until the world turned dark or running until the contents of her empty stomach ended up on the sidewalk pavement.

Practically running down the stairs, she met them still sitting in the living room.

“Ready to-”

“No, sorry for interrupting, but no pops I’m not. I am going on a walk. I’ll be back whenever,” she monotonically stated.

Steve rubbed over his face with his hand, giving up on arguing with her, “okay. Just be safe for our sake, Maggie. Please?”

“I know, dad. I love you guys,” she gave a side smile, before opening the door and heading out. The breeze skimmed her skin lightly and she took a shaky breath before heading down the same path she took the night of shooting.

The memories still were fresh in her mind and she wondered if she would ever forget them, maybe she could fall and hit her so she could get some relief from the anguish her mind put her through.

But, Maggie would never get that lucky.

Quickly making her way down the pavement sidewalk, Maggie fought within her mind as to what she should do. Lying would only make things worse, but how much worse could it get honestly?

Back at the Rogers-Barnes house, the two men were an absolute mess. Steve felt absolutely horrible and Bucky couldn’t even point out his emotions, he wanted nothing more than for his daughter to trust them both enough to talk about whatever she was going through.

“Buck, what in the hell are we going to do? I mean, this can’t be about the shooting anymore. I just want my girl back,” he stressed, pacing the hardwood floors, “something has happened, I can just feel it.”

“Stevie, maybe she is hiding something..?”

“Bucky,” Steve’s eyes widened, “we raised her better than that. She wouldn’t do that.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Steve, we were all teenagers once. We’ve all done stuff we shouldn’t have. I’m not saying she’s gone off and killed someone, but she is definitely hiding something. Why else do you think she doesn’t want to talk about it?”

“Well, we can’t force her to talk about it, Buck. I want her to trust us enough to talk about it,” Steve insisted, shaking his head.

“Stevie, I don’t like this idea anymore than you do. But, honey I’m just saying maybe we should give her room a quick glance over and see if she is hiding anything. She has to talk about it if we find it,” Bucky shrugged, frowning at his husband.

“No, absolutely not Bucky. I’m not doing that to her,” Steve stammered, looking at the ex-soldier with disbelief.

“Fine, if you won’t I will. Steve, she very well could be in danger and we don’t know it. I refuse to sit back and wait for something bad to happen. She is our daughter, I’ll be the bad guy. I’ll take the blame on this one, but I won’t take the blame if something happens to her. You saw what happened to those kids at the party, she won’t be one of them,” Bucky affirmed, leaving Steve speechless.

He ascended up the staircase and into Maggie’s room, which happened to look the same way it always did. An organized mess.

Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but that didn’t mean Maggie didn’t have something hidden within the room. He started in the most obvious places first and found nothing. He searched under her mattress, pillowcases, random draws, her bookcase, and even on the top of desk.

Groaning to himself, Bucky began to feel bad. Maybe he was wrong about this one?

Curiosity began to get the best of him, he glanced over to his backpack almost cursing himself. How could he be so dumb? Maggie hadn’t been to school for weeks now, so why was a folder and papers hanging out of the bag?

Pulling the manilla folder and a stack of papers with endless amounts of red ink scrawled all over them. He furrowed his eyebrow reading over her messy handwriting, in the midst of deciphering her writing, Bucky dropped the folder causing the contents to spill all over the carpeted floor.

Pictures of Emma displayed themselves on the floor with the different red writing compared to Maggies, but all had the same words written on them. The picture showed Emma at a party with a familiar curly blonde headed figure known as his daughter.

He took in a shuttered breath as soon as the realization hit him and it all began to make sense. The nightmares, mood change, not sleeping, not eating… Maggie and Emma had been at that party and they were the only one who seemed to survive.

Bucky pieced it together and now he had to shatter his husband's heart, not that his heart was together anymore.

Maggie was scared. Scared of how they both would react due to her ill fated actions of going to the party.

Gods, how could they let this happen?

Gathering the contents and the papers in silence, Bucky’s steps were filled with guilt and grief as he entered the threshold of the living room.

“Bucky..? What is all this?” Steve’s face dropped at the amount of paper Bucky held onto.

“Stevie,” he gulped, “Maggie’s not acting out for a stupid reason..”

Fear locked onto the younger man and his jaw went slack, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“She’s doing it to protect herself and us,” Bucky’s words faltered, “just, just look at the file and papers.”

The moment Steve began to sift through the papers and the file, he found himself almost in tears. Not their Maggie. Anyone, but her..

“Bucky, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” he choked, almost refusing to believe his own eyes.

“I think Maggie is trying to figure out who it is. I mean she has a map restating every event that happened that night, she has screenshots of text messages from an unknown number, Steve she was at that party when the shooting happened. How could we miss that?” Bucky pointed out, sitting down next to his shocked husband.

“What are we going to do, Buck? I mean seriously, we did everything we could to keep her away from all the monsters we fought..”

“Stevie, we can’t protect her from the man-made monsters no matter how hard we try,” Bucky sympathized, allowing for the blonde headed man to lean against him, “we have to get the investigators involved. We can’t let this fucking murderer get away with this.”

And in that moment, Steve’s phone began to ring making the pair flinch softly.

Emma’s mom flashed on the top of Steve’s phone, making both Steve and Bucky furrow their brows.

“Mrs. Anderson, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

As Bucky waited patiently, he noticed Steve’s face turn pale white.

“Oh my god.. Yeah, I’ll call Maggie immediately. Please, don’t hesitate to call if either of you need anything. I’m so sorry.. Um, I will let her know. Of course..”

Steve’s voice triggered Bucky into panic the more he listened to him speak with the Andersons.

A tear rolled down Steve’s face when he ended the phone call.

“Stevie, what’s that all about?” Bucky cupped his husband’s face, “Steve? Talk to me.”

He shook his head as more tears filled his eyes, “call Maggie. It’s a 911.”

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Maggie had walked for what felt like hours, by now the sun had begun to set and she ended up in a small park closer to her house than before. Her mind had been clear and she had come up with a good enough lie to convince her fathers.

She hoped that maybe it would get them off her back long enough to catch who caused the massacre and end it all.

Reaching in the front pocket of her hoodie, Maggie noticed 25 missed calls from Daddio along with about 14 text messages and 27 missed calls from Pops.

It grew an anxiety knot in her stomach, and when she opened the last text from ten minutes ago it only sunk deeper.

Daddio

Maggs, I need you to seriously get home. It’s 911, sweetheart.

7:31 pm

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Maggie froze.

They only used 911 three times in her life and they were all very serious, no way would they use this to con her back home.

This could not be good. Not at all.

Racing up from the park bench, she ran like she did that night. Whatever may be awaiting her at home had rooted all its disgusting worry filled thoughts in head and refused to go away. Pushing herself to run faster, the red and blue headlights outside her house made her come to an immediate stop.

Fear nestled itself comfortably in her skin. Maggie continued to run all the way to her door ignoring the cops and FBI agents crawling inside her house.

“Dad! Papa! What the hell is going on?” she croaked, almost not wanting to hear their answer.

Both of their eyes were red from crying and pity washed over their faces, “doll, we know what happened, but that isn’t why they are here right now..”

“Why then? Why are they here?”

Steve got up to meet her on the threshold, along with Bucky, “guys, can you wait outside for a second? We just need a minute.”

The agents and officers nodded patting Maggie gently on the back or shoulder as they passed.

Guiding her to the couch, Bucky and Steve each sat on the opposite side of her not wanting to tell about anything that had just happened.

“Papa, you guys are scaring me.. I know I screwed up, but please you have to understand-” Bucky cut their rambling daughter off, wiping the fallen tears of her face.

“Sweetgirl, we know. We’re not mad, okay? We just.. I don’t know how to tell you this.. Maggie, babydoll I’m so sorry…”

And in that short moment, her whole world shattered around her.

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