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kvmberly · 3 years

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if i can’t have you.

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pairing: bucky barnes x 40’s!reader

pronouns: she/her

genre: angst, some fluff

warning: one curse word and mentions of death.

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: bucky spends years tracking down a necklace from a past lover that he just can't stop thinking about but ended up finding something even better.

this means flashbacks

The first time Bucky remembered y/n was after his first fight with Steve, Sam, and Natasha. He was so confused that Steve knew him and all the memories from his past life were slowly flowing back.

"James! Don't throw that at me!" y/n laughed running from him.

they were having a water-balloon fight. It was a sunny afternoon in Brooklyn and they were quick to take advantage of the sunny weather.

"Doll i'm not going to throw it. Just come over here it'll be okay." Bucky bit his lip in anticipation.

Y/n slowly stepped towards Bucky but ran once she heard someone cough in the bush next to her.

"Dammit Steve!"

"I'm sorry I was trying to hold it in." Steve laughed.

Y/n. Who was y/n? And who was this Steve guy? Bucky's context clues led him to believe that y/n might've been a lover of his, hence the pet name "doll."

Bucky didn't have much time until he was back at the Hydra building so he quickly picked up random litter from the street and sought out to find a pen. Once he found it, he wrote the name y/n on it.

Once he arrived to the front building of Hydra he tucked the paper away from anyones view to come back for it.

He was back from his mission and hydra knew right away that something wasn't right. They wiped is memory and everything he remembered was gone. Kind of.

The next couple of weeks Bucky had remembered nothing of his past life, including where he hid the paper, and was doing missions for his "boss." This time, he just so happened to find Steve, again.

Combinations of Steve repeatedly calling The Winter Soldiers name, Bucky, and just seeing him caused him to pause. A memory was coming back to him. He tried to fight it, even after focusing on Steve and what his leaders told him to do. But even after saving Steve, he couldn't fight off the feelings he was getting from being near the super soldier.

"James. Please be careful." Y/n cried into his neck.

She just got the news that he's going on a mission with Steve. She always feared what would happen when he joined the military. She already had faced almost losing him to the nazi's. What if something even worse happens?

"Doll. You know I will." he replied, pulling back to look at her teary eyed face.

"Still, things happen." she shrugged.

Bucky stood up from the bed getting his thing's together. He knew it was dangerous, but he had to do it. She knew that.

"Wait James." Y/n called as he was about to leave, "Take this." She handed him a necklace.

Bucky looked at the silver necklace, examining the picture of her on it, "What's this for?"

"So you don't forget me." She sniffed.

"You keep it here with you." He said softly.

"Why?"

So you can give it to me when I come back." He kissed her lips, leaving her with the last I love you she'll ever hear from him.

Bucky jolted awake from his sleep wiping his eyes and got up from his metal bed. Bucky suddenly started to question hydra like he hasn't before. He began to question who he even was.

He needed to find that necklace. But where could it be? Did she even keep it?

Over the course of two years, Bucky finally started to get his memory back. He was united with Steve in weird circumstances but he was just glad to have his best friend next to him. Even though he had his memory, he still hadn't found the necklace. He spent two years looking everywhere for it and never even got a hit on it until a couple nights ago. He kept having flashbacks to a specific place.

"You sure know how to make a girl love huh?" Y/n asked, arms around Bucky's neck.

"Maybe." He mumbled then softly placed his lips on her's.

They were at the y/n's favorite bar dancing to a song that came on in the jukebox. Paper Doll.

Bucky quickly learned that song is the reason he called his beloved y/n doll.

"What you thinking in the pretty head of yours?" Bucky questioned.

Y/n sighed, "Just about how amazing you are."

"You want to go to the bar. Don't you?"

"Yes!" She yelled as she shot up from the bed to get ready.

The bar. But what was it called?

Bucky had a long day. All he wanted to do was cuddle up with y/n but when he entered there shared apartment, she wasn't there. She was always there, especially at this time of the night.

He didn't want to panic though. He knew she had to be somewhere so he looked around the building then proceeded to drive to her family owned bar. Y/L/N

He quickly drove to the bar, opening the door to it, seeing y/n. "Doll." Bucky called.

"Hi James." Y/n greeted.

"Why aren't you at home?"

"I just wanted to be out." Y/n answered truthfully.

Bucky nodded sitting next to her ordering a drink. She always made his day better.

Finally! He had a name to the bar, but where was it?

Bucky decided to ask Steve. Surely y/n and Steve were in contact after his "passing." Maybe he knows about the necklace.

"Hey Steve. You remember y/n?" Bucky asked

"Of course I do Buck. You thinking about her."

"Yeah I um- I remember she had a family bar it was named-"

"Y/L/N" Steve interrupted.

"You remember it?" Bucky's eyes lit up.

Steve nodded smiling, happy his friend was remembering something important.

"Can you maybe tell me where it's at?"

"You looking for the necklace?" Steve asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Bucky said yes then followed Steve all the way down the street. A big sign reading, "Y/L/N" was hanging overhead. "Here you are."

How did he miss this?

Bucky thanked Steve with a handshake and walked his way into the bar. It looked the same, only more modern. The jukebox was still there but the interior was more relaxed and comfortable.

The bell rang as he entered causing people to look at him. Most reverted their attention back to there food as he walked to the ordering counter, but a a lady in the back kitchen, who couldn't be older than 30, continued to stare at him.

"You here for food or drinks?" The person at the ordering counter asked.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but one of the people from the back intervened. "Tilla come back here for a second."

Tilla, the person at the counter, went to the back and talked to the lady who called them. Tilla's eyes widened then turned their head looked at Bucky.

What is going on?

The lady from the kitchen came up to the counter, "You James Barnes?" She asked.

"How'd you know?" He questioned.

"I'm Nichole, y/n's niece." She reached her hand out to greet him.

He accepted the handshake but was still confused. How did she know what he looked like. Surely y/n couldn't have told her?

"I'm guessing you're looking for y/n?"

"Well-"

"You're two years late." She told him, "She passed away."

Bucky's whole body froze.

Nichole looked up at him, seeing his state. "Let me take you to lunch. I'll tell you everything." She grabbed her bag and led him somewhere to eat.

"Did she- did she ever talk about me?" Bucky asked nervously. He just wanted to know. Not wanted, needed to know.

"All the time."

"Really?" He smiled.

"Yeah. She used to play that paper doll song all the time!" She laughed, "I remember just begging her to stop showing pictures of you but I guess it helped me figure out who you are."

"How'd you know I was alive?"

"Steve told me."

Huh? Steve knew y/n had family so close and never told him? But then Bucky remembered, he knew about the necklace. He knew about the bar. Why did he never tell him?

"He wanted you to remember it."

Bucky was snapped from his thoughts, "What?"

"Steve. He wanted you to remember her not because he told you, but because you genuinely remembered." Nichole reached into her bag, grabbing a crumbly envelope.

"Here." She handed him the paper. "Her death wish was for you to read this note. She wrote it for you but knew Steve was alive and made me promise to give it to him. But since you're alive and breathing, I'm giving it to you."

Bucky softly grabbed the envelope from the young girls hand, opening it.

Y/n was so hurt. So hurt from the news of Bucky's passing. She couldn't move on so she decided to make a letter. A letter that she only could hope that would be opened by Bucky.

Dear my beloved James,

I am writing this letter in hopes of you coming back home one day. Everyone says you have passed. They tell me to move on but I can not. I can not move on from you. You are the man I dream about in the night time. Steve says he did everything he could. I believe him. I truly miss you. You are the love of my life and if I could just hear you call me doll one more time, I would finally be at rest. I remember us talking about baby names. I remember all the times you came to my work just to tell me a new name you came up with. Sadly I will not have any babies. I refuse to even lay with another person. I refuse. I hope to one day have a niece. Maybe I can convince my family to name them Nichole or Harvey. If only. I miss you. Everything in my life seems sore without your touch. Everything means nothing without you. Everything means nothing if I can't have you.

your doll, y/n.

She sealed it in a pink envelope and tucked it away.

ps, i slipped the picture of me in your pocket.

idk why but I started tearing up at the end lol. i can just imagine the pain people feel when there s/o passes away :/

- kimberly

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carlaaboyer · 3 years

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40’s - Steve Rogers

Warnings; rough sex, penetration, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, spit kink, and submissive Steve!

Summary; Steve comes back from the war to his girlfriend who doesn’t expect him to go from the size of a skinny boy to a tall muscular man.

Enjoy ;)

You look around at the busy train station. It wouldn't be hard to track who you're looking for. A skinny, white, blond boy-man. No one could believe you would go out with him at first, but you're thrilled to have him back. It was a six-month relationship you two had in hand.

Steve hopped off the train, nervous of what your reaction would be once you saw he was a tall, muscular man. He never mentioned it in the letters he would write to you often.

Someone taps your right shoulder, but you don't even notice anything about it at first because of the crowd you were stuck inside. Someone now grabs your waist, and you immediately become aggressive. You turn around with violence you needed to get out of your system.

You were tired of men disrespecting you and your body. This is why you loved Steve, he was nervous to even touch your hand, and he even would ask for consent just for his arm to extend over your shoulder. You loved that about him.

You slap the shit out of this six-foot man, regretting it right after you see their face. Those blue eyes you would heal after Steve defended you. With your hands moving from your mouth to cup his, you let a tear stream down your cheek. "Steve?"

He nods and doesn't lose time. With his newfound strength, he grabs your wrists and pulls them behind his neck to bring you in for a hug. It was tight, you didn't want to admit it or tell him anything though. You were still confused on how, but you were sure this was your Steve. The boy you fell in love with.

Now you have a six-foot man softly crying on your shoulder as you rub his back. During the night, thoughts of never seeing him again bothered you. Having him in your arms suddenly made you emotional, too. You begin to quietly sob with him.

You two hug for another minute until as always you take initiative and you cup his face to bring him in and kiss him. He always started you two off with a soft kiss until you became passionate about it, gently biting his bottom lip.

But there were kids around to welcome their fathers, and if your underwear couldn't prove it, your face and hands sure did. He chuckles as you clench onto his now buff arms with your eyebrows furrowed as you kiss his jaw. You needed him. So many months without touch but your own.

"Did you miss me?" He asks, looking down at you with puffy eyes he disguised as he cocked an eyebrow. You nod, tracing his cheekbones, then his jaw with your fingers.

You flicker your view back up to his eyes and - for the first time - shyly ask, "Steve, when did you, uh- what the hell happened to you?" You were usually confident when you spoke to him, and he was shy and very quiet. You loved that along with mostly everything about him.

He didn't hesitate to take your hand, throw his brown bag over his shoulder, and begin walking you both out as he truthfully explained everything. One of the best things about you guys was the honesty you two maintained as a couple.

You didn't mind, never have minded his body type. But now, you were enjoying it as you got off a taxi in front of your house and he asked to pick you up. Your arm was hooked around his neck as he was grabbing my knees to pick you up bridal style. You had never been carried this way by a man.

Steve was your first time right before he left. He always hesitated because he was scared to hurt you. You believed a boy like him wouldn't hurt you, but now you were terrified of having this bigger man in bed.

He walked you two into the house with you in his arms and quickly took you up to your room. You kicked your heels off on the way up the stairs.

This is why you loved living alone. Nor you or Steve would have to be quiet for anyone. He could make you moan as loud as he wanted and no one would mind. You could make him groan and beg without anyone finding out how kinky you were.

Once you enter your room, Steve gently lays you back with his eyes attached to yours. He couldn't stop thinking about how badly he had missed you. You were his motive to win the war, you were all he had to live for now.

On the other hand, you were nervous that he was staring at you in the eyes. He would usually be nervous when he felt your eyes on him. Who was this man? you thought to yourself.

After having your consent, he slowly began unbuttoning your smooth yellow top. He placed kisses in the first available skin as he slowly went down, enjoying the scent of your perfume.

A soft gasp left your lips as he broke the last button to fully open your shirt. He had reached your waistline, kissing the skin above the buttons of your skirt. Your breathing was getting heavier and it was getting stuffy in here as Steve slowly slid your skirt past your hips. You felt his breath on your skin and it was enticing.

You abruptly became impatient and sat up to take your top off and toss it behind Steve, raising your legs for him to fully remove your long skirt. You were overjoyed at what you two were about to do, meanwhile, he was taking his time to tease you in ways you hated but loved.

He was on his knees between your legs still fully clothed, and you didn't like that one bit. You rose on your knees to whine, "Take it off, Steve!" grabbing his white t-shirt by the hem to raise it above his arms. Your eyes admired his new abs.

Steve was talking, but you didn't listen as you began to kiss his neck while my hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. "Y/N," he panted, scared to touch the topic, "I was doing some thinking."

"What were you thinking Steve?" you ask as you lay down with your head over the pillows. For a moment, his mind blanked at the sight of you. You laid below him with your legs spread open. He couldn't help to not just admire your half-naked body, but the look you gave him.

A pretend innocent look you stared up at him with. He recognized this in your eyes, what you wanted him to do next. It was fully dark in here, but he could make out the silhouette of your brows.

He slowly began sliding down your underwear, always refusing to look at you for respect, but you wanted him to see you. You wanted him to know you trusted and loved him. You mainly wanted to feel more confident if he really liked your body.

Your underwear was off and he was slowly pulling his cock out as you peeked to see if that had grown, too. As soon as you had your answer, you laid your head back down and stared up at the ceiling in excitement.

His eyes met yours as he hovered over you with just one arm holding him up. He was so pretty, always was. You heard him put a condom on, but stopped him by shaking your head and saying, "Steve, I was thinking that I want a family—with you. We're still young, but I always wanted to be a young mom. Would you like a family with me?"

Steve nodded. He felt as if you had read his mind. All Steve ever wanted was to give you a better family than you had growing up. He leaned down to kiss you as he removed it to thrust in you.

You gasp, deepening the kiss by wrapping your arms around him along with your legs. His warm skin was pressed against yours, along with his lips. You two made out heavily as his jolts against your body were agile. He wouldn't run out of breath any time soon.

Moans from your mouth enter his and he only gets more turned on. He goes harder, determined to show off his strength. But he suddenly slows down, scared to hurt you as you whimpered in his mouth. You become irritated since you always were determined for rough sex, even more now.

With your palms on his chest, you roll him over on his back with him still in you and you begin riding your hips on him. He groans underneath you, enjoying you common dominance.

You roll your hips as you thrust them up and down on him, your knees bouncing on the mattress you bought last week, knowing you would have him back. Steve's hands ran up your thighs as he praises and tells you how good you're doing.

But you stop for a moment to remove your bra and now be fully naked for him. He gazed up at you in pleasure from your walls clenching around him. He thought that this was what he wanted, a family with you. The war took a toll on him, but you could make him forget even just for a little while.

Getting tired, you lean down with your palms on his chest as you slow down to roll your hips at angles you knew he enjoyed by the sweaty look on his face. He placed his hands over your wrists, then on your fists as his eyes widened.

You raise your eyebrows and ask, "You close, baby?" He desperately nods, begging you to continue as he holds onto your hips. "Please, just a little more, Y/N." It was just precious watching him pant under you. His muscles all sweaty and his eyes on you as he breathed, "Please."

You held onto his chin with your thumb and forearm, ordering him to open his mouth for you to spit in it. He swallowed your spit, begging once more, "Please."

"What a good boy," you told him as you regained your strength to ride him into an orgasm. He groaned even louder than you moaned, filling you up as he came inside of you.

You continued riding him a little longer as you roughly played with your clit to get yourself to cum right after him. Your trembling body collapsed over his as you jolted your hips down to final climax your orgasm, moaning in his ear.

He placed his hands on your bare waist, a smirk growing on his lips. "You think that's gonna get the job done?"

You shook your head, slowly picking it up to look down at him with a smile. "I think we better try it again a couple more times to make sure of it."

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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The Chain

Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night. Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, passionate sex, LOTS of angst

Word Count: 2414

Author’s Notes: I wrote this for @buckyblues/@edenslibrary 4K Writing Challenge. The prompt I chose was the song The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, I absolutely LOVE Fleetwood Mac so this was a no brainer choice. I hope you all like it!

“Are you SCARED?” It’s a relatively normal question to ask after the events that have occurred over the past few days. They’d won, they’d really WON against Thanos, all forces joined together to retrieve the stones and make everything RIGHT. Of course, they hadn’t expected the victory to come at the expense of Tony Stark. He was a friend to them, a husband to Pepper and a father to Morgan. Tony was part of the many losses they’d endured from the moment Thanos snapped his fingers, and frankly, Steve was tired.

Tony’s funeral was set for the next morning followed by his MISSION to return all of the stones and Mjølnir to their EXACT spots in time. Steve was the first to offer up his services to return them, they’d already all lost so much and it just felt appropriate for him to bring them back. If anything went wrong, it was on him. And that was fine, he would lay down his life for the cause, just like Vision, Natasha, and Tony had done.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts by the delicate fingers wrapping around his chest from behind, the smell of her vanilla lavender perfume wafting through his nostrils. “Hm?” He asked, head turning over his shoulder to look at y/n.

“I said, are you scared? You know, for returning the stones.” Her voice was soft as she spoke, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. Y/N HERSELF was nervous, but they were one mission away from the conclusion of the nightmare they’d been living over the past FIVE years. Although there’d be more missions to come, as always, she was looking forward to enjoying at least a few days of alone time relaxing with Steve.

Her question makes Steve shake his head, turning around where he sat to meet her gaze. “No, I’m not scared.” He was being honest, he wasn’t scared. More so, he was CURIOUS. He had learned that going back to return the stones would be quite simple, as long as he followed the same rules he had when they had originally retrieved them. However, there was one thought that crossed his mind about going back in time.

PEGGY.

Peggy Carter had been stuck in his brain ever since he’d gone back in time with Tony and saw her, saw her in the FLESH. She was right there in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it, given the mission at hand. Running into her would’ve changed EVERYTHING, but just seeing her for that brief moment in time made that familiar warmth for her grow in his chest. It was clear she still loved him when he’d seen the picture of himself on her desk, and of course, he still loved her. He always WOULD love her.

But then along came y/n and suddenly he had opened his heart to ANOTHER woman. They had met when he was running about his nomadic life, she was a pleasant surprise and a great ESCAPE for him. She’d been with him ever since, and he truly did LOVE her. And although he loved her, he still couldn’t get the scenario of returning the stones out of his head. What if he stayed in the 40’s with his first love Peggy Carter, living out the life he had once hoped they would have?

“Then what’s got you so deep in thought?” Her hands move to cup his face, moving him to look at her. “We don’t keep secrets, remember? You can tell me ANYTHING.” It was true, they refused to keep secrets between them; their relationship was built on communication and trust from the start.

Steve sighed, it’s not FAIR to keep his thoughts to himself, especially if it meant hurting her in the long run. He pulls her hands from his face, moving to hold them in his lap. His eyes stare at their hands together, unsure of how to start the conversation. “I’ve just been thinking about tomorrow, about returning the stones…” He pauses, furrowing his brows. “I told you that I saw Peggy when I went back with Tony to retrieve the tesseract. Of course I’m going to go back and return the stone to that point in time, and I can’t help but think about...WELL, about what life would’ve been like if I didn’t go into the ice. What would have happened if I made it back to her…”

Y/N’s heart is breaking at his words, she COMPLETELY understood how he felt about Peggy, and she had never minded when he spoke about her. It didn’t bother her of course because it was all related to the past, not related to the present or the FUTURE.

She’s distracting herself from crying by listening to the wind blow through the open window. She turns her head towards it, noticing how the night came down and enveloped the sky in the moon and stars. They sat in silence like this for a moment before she turned her attention back to him, letting go of his hands.

“I can’t believe you’d even THINK about that as a possibility.” She’s frustrated, getting up off the bed and running her hands through her hair. She didn’t LIKE this feeling, the feeling of being second best. She didn’t deserve to feel like that. “After all we’ve been through, after the YEARS of pain and suffering, after finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...you want to throw all of this away...throw ME away.” Her voice is rising now but she can’t help it.

Steve doesn’t know how to respond, taking a few deep breaths to keep his composure. “I was just saying I was THINKING about it, nothing is set in stone.” Y/N can’t help but scoff at the words, her arms flailing as she speaks. “Nothing is set in STONE? I SHOULD be set in stone, this shouldn’t even be a discussion.” She hissed, fighting back tears once again.

“I know, I KNOW okay? You asked me what I was thinking and I was being honest, as I have always been with you. There has always been a part of me that wondered what if with her, and then I met you and things have been INCREDIBLE, but the thoughts have never left” Steve admitted, a part of him wishing he hadn’t even been honest.

“This is it, Steve. Tomorrow is THE day you take those stones back so you’re going to have to make a decision.” She moves closer to the bed, arms crossed against her chest, her eyes locking on his blue hues as the tears that she had been keeping at bay start to fall down her cheeks. “If you don’t love me NOW, you will NEVER love me again.” She declared. “It’s me or Peggy. If you choose her I’m gone.”

Her tears pull him back to reality, what was he even THINKING? Was he really about to go back in time, return the stones, and go back to Peggy? What if what they had wasn’t enough to keep them together? He’d end up stuck in the past, unhappy with the decision he made, wishing he had chosen y/n instead.

“Babygirl…” The words are soft and she practically MELTS at his pet name for her. He stands up, pulling her into his chest, caressing her tousled hair. “I’m sorry...I DO love you, alright? I told you I wanted you forever and I do, I would NEVER break the chain.” The chain is how Steve liked to refer to their relationship, their BOND. ‘You and I are stronger than string, you’ve got me tied to you by a metal CHAIN babygirl..’ He had once said, back when they’d first gotten together in the nomad days.

Y/N slowly relaxes into his chest, the words loosening the pain she was feeling in her heart. “I love you SO much.” She leans up to press a kiss to his lips, rushed and sloppy and with EVERY bit of passion she had for him. Steve’s lips melt to her own, hands trailing down her back until they reach the bottom of her ass, tugging her up into his arms. Her hands are roaming through his hair, only breaking the kiss when they both have run out of AIR.

Steve wastes no time in tossing her gently against the bed, both of their hands clawing at buttons, zippers, and fabric until their clothes are thrown in a pile on the floor. “I love you too.” He whispers against her lips, fingers rubbing in circular motions against her clit. Y/N’s nails claw at Steve’s chiseled back, ARCHING her own as his lips place hot kisses to the skin of her collarbone.

Her nails rake down his sides until she reaches his cock, wrapping her hand around it and eliciting a GROAN of approval from Steve. “Need you, Steve...please.” She begged below him, hips rolling into his hand as he rubbed his fingers along her damp folds.

He nestles himself between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock against her wetness before pushing inch by inch inside. She’s so warm, so TIGHT around him, rolling his hips forward once more until he bottoms out. Y/N instinctively wraps her legs around him, pulling him as deep as she can, eyes closing in satisfaction.

“You’re so WET babygirl...feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His hips move back and forth, pulling out until just the tip is inside her before plunging back in again. The rhythm is filled with passion, fucking into her like it was the LAST time he’d ever be able to do so.

“Fuck, Steve I’m gonna…” Her breath hitched as waves of pleasure rolled over her, Steve’s pace continuing as he fucked her through her orgasm. It isn’t much long after she had come undone before he does as well, pumping his seed deep inside, COATING her. They stay connected, taking several minutes to catch their breath before Steve pulls out, rolling over and tugging y/n into his side.

“That was incredible…” Steve mumbled, eyes closing. Y/N’s body calms against his side, her breathing heavy as sleep enveloped her. Steve rubbed his fingers up and down y/n’s back as she slept, the events of tomorrow continuing to play out in his mind until he also fell asleep.

Tony’s funeral had proceeded that morning without a hitch, everyone solemnly suffering as they shared stories of their former Avenger, their FRIEND. It happened to be a beautiful day out for the funeral, the sun shining brightly against the water. Tony wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Shortly after many of the attendees had filtered out, Steve changed out of his black suit and into the advanced tech suit he had worn the last time he went back in time with the Pym particles.

He stood with Bruce (half Hulked out) and Sam, watching the stones glisten as Bruce opened the clasp on the briefcase.

“Remember.” Bruce stated. “You have to return the stones to the EXACT moment you got ‘em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”

“Don’t worry Bruce.” Steve replied, shutting the briefcase closed. “Clip all the branches.” Steve and Bruce talk briefly before Steve starts walking towards the time machine, Sam by his side.

“You know, if you want, I could come with you.” Sam is SERIOUS in his tone, Steve making eye contact with him. “You’re a good man, Sam. This one’s on me though.” Steve approaches Bucky next, a smile spreading across his face. “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.” He orders, a matching smile spreading on Bucky’s own face. “How can I? You’re taking all the STUPID with you.” The two embrace for a moment before pulling away.

“Gonna miss you, buddy.” Bucky confessed, eyes twinging with sadness. Steve doesn’t want him to worry, turning his head before walking towards y/n. “It’s going to be okay, Buck.”

Steve’s hand comes up caress your cheek, gripping at your chin to pull you in for a kiss. It feels DIFFERENT from the rest, more FINAL. “I love you, y/n. I always will.” She furrows her brows at the comment, squeezing his bicep gently.

“I love you too, now go on, you’ve got some stones to return.”

Steve turns and walks up the stairs and into the time machine, holding the briefcase tightly in one hand with Mjølnir in the other. “How long is this gonna take?” Sam asks, turning to look at Bruce. “For him, as long as he needs. For us, five SECONDS. You ready, Cap?” Bruce inquired, resulting in a nod from Steve. “All right, we’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet.” With that Steve closes his helmet, y/n letting go of a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Five seconds. It’ll just be five seconds and he’ll be BACK to her.

“Going quantum. Three...two...one…” With that Steve is snapped away, leaving everyone to look at the empty time machine. “And returning in five...four...three...two...one…” Bruce presses the button, a worried look on his face. He starts to play with a few buttons, y/n’s eyes widening with FEAR.

“Where is he?” Sam questioned, turning his head to Bruce. “I don’t know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here.”

“Bruce, get him the HELL back.” Y/N snarled, this could NOT be happening. What if he was stuck somewhere in time forever? As y/n, Sam, and Bruce converse Bucky notices something off in the distance, turning his voice to the attention of the group.

“Guys…” They all turn in Bucky’s direction, y/n walking over to him and searching for what he was looking at. Her eyes narrow in on someone sitting on a bench in the distance, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. She jogs towards the figure on the bench, a SMILE spreading on her face.

“Steve, I thought we lost you forever” Her voice trails off taking in the sight of him. Yes, it’s him, but he’s aged SIGNIFICANTLY. She looks over his outfit, noticing a thin band around his ring finger, THE ring finger.

“Y/N…” His voice is frail, turning to look at her, a sigh leaving his lips. “Y/N, I’m REALLY sorry.”

Hot tears start to stream down her face, her head shaking in disbelief. How could he? After last night, how could he do THIS?

“I can STILL hear you saying you would never break the CHAIN...”

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treasureswordsgirl55 · 3 years

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First Dance Since 1943

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Inspired by (song): I still don’t remember it, actually 😬

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Fem!StarkScientist Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Dancing at Work. Insecurities. Jokes. Memories.

Author's Note: Hello!!! I hope you're ok today ❤️.

First of all, thanks you for all the replies on my last Fics! Really that is very appreciated 😍

This fic was the first that I ve write with Bucky when the series came out, so... This was the first steps of my new (lost) love about Bucky (And Sebastian too)

I hope you like this one!!!

XOXO ❤️

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- Leslie - He raised his head as soon as he heard Joaquín's voice and gave him a smile when he saw him poke his head through the door of my office, even though it is transparent - I bring Sam with me so you can take a look at Redwing.

- It will be my pleasure - I mutter as I type a quick reply to Agent Johnson about the malfunction of Agent Sousa's new pistol. Men who come from bygone ages have serious problems with modern technology - How can I help you?

He looked up from the laptop and my eyes meet that sad look that my dreams seemed to reflect conscientiously. The owner of those blue eyes and painful memories sees me with a hint of a smile while his partner holds Redwing as if I were going to touch him just to detonate him.

- I want it to be clear that I let you intervene with him only because Torres made it clear to me that you worked for Stark.

I give a laugh that reflects my nervousness as I turn to Bucky.

- Sergeant Barnes.

- Hey. How have you been, Leslie? - The way my name sounds in his voice, which is seductive without even looking for it makes him feel that my legs melt like jelly at those words.

- Busy with so much work - I reach out to Sam making a mental note of how good that blue shirt looks on Bucky and coming to the conclusion that men who come from 1940 like the color blue - What is it? What it's the problem?

- The laser was decalibrated. I wanted to repair it but it was impossible.

- If you let me examine it, at most I will have it ready in a couple of hours - The soldier nods somewhat suspiciously but takes a step back as soon as I take that small device. - The dream of any woman, to fix one of the many work items of the Avengers.

Sam laughs as he begins to explain that he is no longer part of the Avengers as many believe. To all this, Bucky, as I allow myself to call him in my thoughts, is in silence, leaning against one of the many glass walls of the room, looking out of the building and I do not doubt for a second when I believe that he was not paying attention in the least to our conversation.

Joaquín's voice interrupts my thoughts and from the smile he brings, I know that every time he meets these two men, he considers himself one of the luckiest beings in the universe.

- Excuse me, Sam - The two men turn around as I turn the little drone and see the typical signs that this prototype of Stark technology is very poorly maintained. I make a mental note not to say that to Sam and concentrate on fixing the laser as I hear them being called from "Higher Spheres" as I call high-ranking Air Force people - They need you, there's a new report on the mission in Libya.

- Take good care of him, Leslie - I nodded smiling without looking up and muttered a "Better than you, sure" that was only audible to me.

If there was one thing he hated about Stark technologies, it was that, in addition to having the F.R.I.D.A.Y tech matrix, and without it, he couldn't do much more than touch some cables and hope the little drone would work. And i prayed that would work, otherwise i would have to ask Pepper for permission to use her facilities, but Sam would flatly refuse to take Redwing to Stark Industries.

- He screwed it up, didn't he?

I jerked my head up when I heard Bucky's voice and when I looked at him, he was still in the same position as before, looking outside the building.

- I thought you had left with Sam ...

- Excuse me, I did not want to scare you - He approached the table where i was working and indicated the drone with his metal arm, which he no longer hid under layers of clothing, much less, leather gloves - He treats that drone very badly .

- Sorry?

- Do you think that murmur was imperceptible only for you? I assure you that Sam heard it too- I cursed as he dropped the tools i had in my hands and covered my face with both, wishing that the earth would open and swallow me, as a minimum option.

- Why didn't you go with Sam? and please do not get me wrong, I like the company and I like that you are here, but it is simple curiosity - I cursed myself internally as I listened over and over again to the words that I had said aloud and I wanted the earth to pity me again and swallow me. Definitely Joaquín's idea of just nodding and not talking was an excellent idea to implement.

Had I told him out loud that I liked him being there? Oh my God…

- This is Sam's land, I don't fit in here.

- And yet, here you are - I take Redwing and walk to the testing room of the laboratory that is adjacent to my office, where the music begins to play as soon as I enter the small room and as much as I want to deactivate it, I can not do it. I resign myself as soon as I hear Bucky's footsteps behind me and as soon as he enters the room, it seems too small with him there. I put the drone on the long metal table that occupies a large part of it and I type the password in the auxiliary panel of one of the screens around me and the little drone turns on, taking flight a few meters above our heads - At least It leaves me happy that I still fly with all those blows.

- I'm surprised that it's still whole - Bucky's murmur makes me laugh as I calibrate the laser to shoot the target in front of him. I try to shoot but nothing happens. I curse silently as I see from the corner of my eye that the man cautiously observes the room, as he stops when the first melodies of “She's got a Way” by Billy Joel begin to play- Do you like the music of the 20th century?

- I'll tell you the truth: I don't like current music, I prefer the lyrics of 1980s artists where they say heartfelt things rather than the lyrics that speak about certain topics in a very direct way. 1980 was a very good time, maybe you would like it.

- I have a list of songs on Spotify that I listened to in the 40's. I thought I couldn't find them again - The hint of melancholy that invades his voice makes for a moment that I wanted to meet that 23-year-old young man who should be very different from the one in front of me, with a totally different way of being and without all the suffering that would happen later - What if, that was when I learned to use a computer.

- You know, you would get along with Agent Sousa from SWORD - He turned at the mention of the new agency with a frown, clearly annoyed at the idea of interacting with another agency. - He's just like you, technically speaking.

- He went through psychological torture and became a Hydra assassin? -The sincerity and ease with which those words came out of his mouth made my eyes fill with tears. The pain in his voice made my words sound clearly wrong in that conversation.

- No ... He also comes from an ancient time, like you and Steve. Only Daniel was taken out of 1955 because of Agent Coulson and his feeling of not being able to let him die in front of his eyes - Bucky nodded as he stood next to me again and watched my movements on the screen trying to get Redwing to respond, something that did not happen - Perhaps it would do them good to chat between the two ... You are not from the same era, but I imagine that their feelings towards this century are similar, and both are adapting. You can get to understand each other more than they think.

- I will keep it in mind…. Thank you, Doll - I felt the heat begin to rise up my neck at that nickname and I assumed that my cheeks must be a scarlet red color, because, despite the fact that it was cold in that room, I felt that I was on fire - I all this is strange, even though I know this technology, it is difficult for me not to relate it to all this - Unconsciously, he touches his metal arm and I let out a sigh. I'd like to know how to help him get through that, but I don't know how to do it without bringing up bad memories.

- Is there something you like?

- What are you talking about? - I put aside the PADD I had in my hands and touched the "Stand By" button for Redwing to return to his original position in the center of the table.

- Sometimes, learning becomes easier when there is something you like - I lean on the table while he remains silent and I watch him waiting for his answer, but all I get is a smile about something he is thinking - What makes you smile?

- Dance. I haven't danced in a long time. Since 1943, to be exact - He leans on the other end of the table, facing me exactly and gives me a look with a flash of mischief - And I'm not going to those places that they call discos to dance with someone.

I laughed at his tone of indignation, when I could contain my laughter, I saw him watching me with what seemed like affection, but I tried not to give it too much importance, but when I felt that my heart was going to leave my chest so hard it hit my rib cage.

- Why that tone against the discos?

- The music is too loud and there are colored lights that I don't even know what they are called, plus you can't talk to anyone - I laughed again at his complaints that were very sincere and were very similar to mine - Don't make fun of me.

- I do not, I am funny the tone you use. You seem really annoyed with it - Bucky rolls his eyes and taps on the table - What do you miss most about 1940?

- Everything, my family, my friends, my life ... The way I could go to an amusement park and not have to worry about whoever saw me wanted to run out of fear, when I could take a girl on a date without I would worry about my past, dancing with someone, that closeness that made me so comfortable and so relaxing at the same time.

- Well, at least the dance thing can be fixed - I take my iPhone out of my pocket and search the playlist for Eric Clapton's song, Wonderful Tonight and once the notes start to play, I walk over to Bucky, holding out my hand towards him, in an attack of courage, the kind that I don't usually have, but all that was to get a smile from the owner of those beautiful sad eyes - Would you dance this song with me?

Although I notice that my actions catch him off guard, he smiles at me and takes my hand, nodding his head.

When the two of us are standing in front of each other, I realize that I don't know where to put my hands, much less stop to think if that could be uncomfortable for him. I wanted to back away, looking for a good enough excuse before falling into the misfortune of having to apologize to him, but Bucky, who will have simply seen my worried expression, took my free hand and brought it to his forearm, and laid it there gently, While with his right hand he held mine, and with his metal arm, he encircled my waist, drawing me close to him. We began to move slowly to the beat of the music, but he was definitely the one leading the way.

- How does it feel to dance decently again? - I was silent at the inappropriate comment and let out a sigh while I concentrated on trying not to step on it.

- It feels strange to do it after a long time - Bucky ignores my comment or downplays it, but when I look at him, I realize that he is concentrating on remembering the steps and trying to guide the inexperienced woman in front of him.

- To do it a long time ago, you do it very well - He shakes his head, trying not to smile, and before I even knew it, he released one of my hands and made me turn, taking my hand perfectly synchronized at the end of it.

- If Steve were here, I'd say it's innate ability.

- Well, if he makes you feel more comfortable, this is my first time dancing with someone, that is, I dance with a man. And I must admit that I never believed it would be in my workplace.

- Why's that? - I let out a sigh as I watch him at the same time that he looks towards the laboratory door. When he looks back at me, in his blue eyes I can see a flicker of doubt and curiosity.

Anyone could feel safe with my poor social and love life.

- It's weird to dance in your workplace. Everyone here is watching you from the other side of the glass and ...

- I meant because you never danced with anyone - Oh ... I drop my head until it almost touches his chest, but I feel that the pressure of his arm grows stronger around my waist, as if he knows that I am about to fall and I won't notice - I'm sorry if the question bothers you.

- No, no, he doesn't. What happens is that I'm not usually the type of girl who gets asked to dance. Besides, I don't like going to the disco or going out at night. In that respect I am similar to you - I admit while he gives me a smirk - I prefer to stay home and read. Or spend time with my cat.

- Intellectuals are the best - Bucky's voice sounds annoying and safe at the same time, as if something in his own words bothered him.

- But the less interesting for the men of this time apparently, more when they talk a lot about science and current affairs - Between the chords of the music, I get him to laugh. And I must admit, he has a beautiful smile, one of the prettiest I have ever seen, in fact. I start to laugh and in the midst of my laughter, he spins me around again at the same time the song ends.

- Not for me. Are you sure you didn't come out of the 40's like me? - We don't even part, and our hands are still joined as I shake my head.

I smile as I take a step away from him as I pick up my cell phone to stop the music and see him approach the window again.

- No, but I think I was born at the wrong time.

- Thanks for this - his murmur reaches me far away, but with a clear hint of satisfaction in his voice. I smile happy to have served my purpose.

- Thanks to you, at least I have experienced what it feels like to dance with someone.

- You will do it more often, trust me.

- I take the word.

Sam who had arrived at the scene a few minutes before with Torres, smiled as he watched the whole scene and remembered those days when he took advantage of Steve's innocence with women and smiled wistfully when he realized that Bucky was the clear image of his best friend. Seeing him for a moment concentrating on something other than work filled him with satisfaction, perhaps Joaquín's idea of bringing him here hadn't been so bad after all.

Then he would take advantage of letting him know of his observations when the two of them were alone.

I turn towards the door as soon as I hear a series of light knocks and I meet Sam's mischievous smile, who sees me as if he had discovered gold or something much more valuable.

- I'm so sorry to interrupt, but we have work, Buck.

- Sure - Bucky turns to where I am and before he could even move me away, he takes one of my hands and leaves a kiss on it. I can barely contain the sigh that tries to escape from my lips and I simply remain silent, feeling how the color begins to invade my cheeks, in the company of the heat - Thanks for the dance.

- My pleasure, Sergeant Barnes.

Sam, who is behind us, rolls his eyes and leans against the door while Bucky approaches him with a heavy sigh - Don't even think about making jokes about this.

- Did I say something? - I let out a laugh at his comical and ironic tone as Bucky walks past him shaking his head. "See you later, Leslie." I need to make some arrangements on the suit.

- Yes Sir.

Sam glares at me as Torres chuckles at my horrified expression. I forgot he don't like me calling him sir.

- Sorry, Sam.

After a few minutes, I find myself alone again, so I return to the laboratory to work on Redwing and allow myself to release that sigh that I have been holding since Bucky appeared in that room.

That moment had been incredible ... Even if it was only that, a moment that will remain in my head.

I startle as soon as I hear a knock on the door, I take off the receiver and as soon as I turn around, I see that the one at the door is Bucky, who has his left hand hidden behind his back.

- You know, "Sergeant" is very formal - he leaves his left hand exposed and has a white flower on it. I doubt if I approach but I do it feeling that the colors begin to invade my face. No one had never given me flowers. That gesture was beautiful, I take it and I respond with a smile - Call me James.

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Mixed Up in Time- Peter Parker One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker X Rogers/Carter!Reader

Prompt: When Peter accidentally time travels back to 1960, he meets you and a few familiar faces, including your mother Peggy Carter.

Word Count: 4500

Warnings: probably swearing; bad usage of 60’s slang

Important to note: The blip happened, but we’re ignoring Steve going back to Peggy and Tony dying and the Russos’ dumb time travel rules; we’re also ignoring that Sharon and Steve were ever romantically involved

A/N: i was watching back to the future and thought of this sooo yeah

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The room was pale white, and nothing looked familiar to Peter. The wooden bed frame looked new yet dated, and the mattress was incredibly uncomfortable for him to lay on. He slowly tried to sit up, but stopped as he realized his hand was locked to the nearby nightstand with a handcuff. He could easily break the handcuff- and the nightstand, but his mind was so filled with confusion, he didn’t know if that was the right thing to do. He was locked up in a foreign bedroom, he needed to play this smart.

He heard voices from behind the closed door before it opened. A man stepped inside, leaning on a crutch for support. He looked at Peter critically, like he was trying to figure out why Peter was here- and frankly, the teen was trying to figure that part out too.

The man asked, almost hesitantly, “Who sent you?”

“What?” Peter replied.

“Who sent you? Was it Hydra?”

“Hydra? No, why would Hydra send me?” He asked.

“So you are working for Hydra!” He accused, and a woman stepped into the room.

“Daniel! You’re scaring the poor boy.” She said, her brown eyes glancing over at Peter momentarily.

“Poor boy? He demolished your car when he fell out of the sky!” The man, Daniel, stated. The woman stepped in further to the room as Daniel took a step back. She smiled kindly at Peter; something about her red lips and English accent made her seem familiar to him, but it wasn’t until she spoke again that he recognized her.

“What’s your name, son? My name is Agent Carter.”

Agent Carter. The Agent Margaret “Peggy” Carter.

Peter looked at her in disbelief, his eyes growing wide at her words. He slapped a hand to his forehead, groaning in frustration. He rambled helplessly, “Oh my god. Mr. Stark’s going to kill me, but I can’t believe it- he was right, it actually worked.”

“Slow down. Mr. Stark?” Peggy asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “How do you know Howard?”

“Um, what year is it?” Peter replied, stress still flooding in his body.

“1960.” Daniel answered. His skeptical eyes never left Peter as Peggy stepped closer to him.

“You’re not from here, are you?” She spoke softly.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I’m Peter Parker and I’m from 2023. Well, actually I was born in 2001, but then in 2018, I died for five years, and I just came back to life and now I’m here in 1960, with you two. And the Mr. Stark I was talking about is Howard’s son actually.” He rambled nervously, “I have to say, Miss Agent Carter, it is an honor to meet you.”

Peggy looked at him in disbelief, “You- you know who I am?”

“Yeah, Mr. Rogers told me-” He paused, seeing the look of heartbreak flash across her face. “Oh, right, you don’t know.”

“Steve’s alive?” She breathed out. Peter looked behind her, spotting Daniel standing in his own discomfort now.

“I’m so messing up the space time equilibrium right now. Oh my god, did Back to the Future teach me nothing?” Peter mumbled to himself, and Peggy stepped forward, cautiously undoing the handcuff and freeing him from the restraint.

“Am I the only one who’s lost here?” Daniel asked, looking between Peggy and Peter.

“Call Howard, Daniel. Peter’s in the wrong time, and he needs to get home.” She said before making her way out of the room. “Peter, stay here until we can get Howard to sort this all out.” She paused in the doorway, “And do not mention Steve. No one can know.”

Daniel rushed out after her, leaving Peter alone. He let out a sigh, leaning back against the headboard. Well, maybe that’s why everything seemed strange- he was now living several decades before his time.

“Mr. Stark said-” Peter started, but Happy cut him off.

“You wanted to be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, remember? Tony invited you to join the Avengers and you refused. He will be back from his mission soon, but until then, don’t do anything or else I’ll get blamed.”

“Happy, come on. He could use my help.” He insisted, trailing after Happy in the compound, “Can you at least tell me what the mission is?”

“Rogers is looking for someone, and Stark is helping him.”

“Kid! What are you doing here?” Tony’s voice boomed as he stepped into the compound, a sullen Steve following in behind in, just to quickly duck down the hall towards his room. Bucky and Sam sent Peter a sad glance before both following their friend. Peter couldn’t help but recognize the own grief present on Tony’s face.

“What happened? Did someone die?” Peter asked quietly, and Tony bit his lip unsure.

“Look, kid, there’s something I should tell you about Steve.” Tony sat down on the couch and Happy slowly left the room, giving it to Tony and Peter. “You know Agent Peggy Carter?”

“The SSR agent that Steve,” Peter paused, “that Steve loves?”

“Yes. When Steve and I went to 1970, he saw a file on Agent Carter. She had a daughter back in the 40’s, and Steve asked me to help him find her. Besides Sharon, this girl is the closest thing to Peggy he has.”

“Did you?”

“She disappeared in the 60’s. No sign of struggle, she just vanished one day. Her case was so buried that Romanoff was the only one who could find it, but even then, it was all dead ends. This was our last shot at finding her or anything that traced back to her. But Steve found a letter from Peggy that says-“

He was cut off by a loud crash from the basement, making both of them stand up immediately. They ran down the stairs to see Sam and Bucky holding back a distraught Steve in the hallway.

“What the hell is going on?” Tony questioned.

“The time machine.” Sam replied. In awe of the flickering white light coming from the time machine, Peter stepped forward, eyeing it curiously.

“Tony, please, I need to go back.” Steve said, his voice hoarse.

“No. You’re not going back there, Steve. You know it’d mess with the timeline too much if you went back.” Tony stated.

“Kid, get back!” Bucky called out. Peter turned to look at the four older men across the room.

“Peter, no!” Tony shouted, but it was too late. The time machine erupted, and the last thing Peter remembered was the blinding light overcoming him before he succumbed to darkness.

“Peter, wake up.” A soft voice pulled him out of his sleep. He jumped back instinctively before he registered that you weren’t a threat, holding a plate of cookies and a retro blue can of Pepsi, one that Peter hardly even recognized as the classic soda.

“Who- who are you?” He questioned, uneasily.

“My name’s Y/N. I thought you might be hungry.” You said, offering him the plate and he took it warily. You set the mug on the nightstand beside him. “So, you’re from the future.”

With a mouthful of cookies, Peter nodded, before he swallowed, “Yes. And, these are really good by the way.” He replied, eating another cookie.

“Thank you. It’s my mum’s recipe.” You answered, and he paused, looking at you quizzically.

“Mum?” He questioned. Considering you had a clearly American accent, he was confused by your British word choice.

“Peggy.” You explained, laughing a little in embarrassment. “She’s my mum, but we’ve lived in New York my whole life, so I’ve got the American accent. I just can’t call her mom- it doesn’t sit right.”

“Agent Carter is your mother?” He asked in disbelief, “That’s so awesome.”

“Right. She told me you knew about her. What’s the future like? Pretty neato, I bet.” You sat down on the opposite side of the bed from him, smiling softly.

“I don’t know how much I can tell you. I don’t want to-”

“Ruin the space-time continuum, as my mum said.” You finished his sentence for him, “It’s pretty far out that you’re from the future. This completely changes how we should perceive the space-time continuum. We’re so focused on getting to the moon that we haven’t even thought about the future yet. Has a woman time traveled yet? I’d love to be the first one to- or maybe the first woman on the moon. Has a woman been to space yet?”

Peter blushed at your ramblings, finding it adorable that you’d be so interested in it. He wanted to tell you that you’d be the first at all of it, but then he remembered Tony’s words. Peggy Carter’s daughter disappeared without a trace. You didn’t exist in the history books at all; you were just Agent Carter’s lost daughter.

“Y/N,” Peggy started, stepping into the room again. “I was going to ask you to keep Peter company, but I see you’re already doing that.”

“Mum, we were just talking about-”

“The moon. You’ll get there, love.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, before turning to Peter.

“Howard won’t be here for several hours. When he arrives, could you help him create a time machine to get you home?” Peggy asked, and Peter nodded.

“Yeah, but we need Hank Pym as well.” He replied. “He has a particle- the Pym particle, and we need some. Just a little bit.”

“I’ll make some calls.” She stated, making her way out of the room again, “And, Y/N, when I say keep him company, I mean he is not allowed to leave this house.”

“Yes, mum.” You called back to her, hearing her walk down the hall to her office, closing the door behind her. “Right. Let’s go.”

“Wait, but Peggy said-” Peter looked at you like you were crazy as you stood up from the bed and held your hand out to him.

“Peter, come on, when else are you going to explore 1960? Besides, you could use some new threads.” You smiled encouragingly, and he timidly stood up from his spot on the bed. He took your hand and you quietly snuck him out of the house, easily slipping past your mother.

As you walked down the street with Peter, he felt like he was transported into an old film. Everyone was wearing strange clothes (appropriately though from the decade), and the cars- they were all so old, but cool nonetheless.

“I’m going to get a slug bug like that when I can drive.” You told him, pointing to a VW Beetle as it passed by.

“Those look so-” He paused, “old.”

“You are in the 60s, remember?” You teased, tugging him into a small clothing shop. He froze when he looked at all the odd clothes. He wouldn’t usually wear anything besides jeans and a dorky t-shirt or casual sweater, but something about seeing you smile as you looked over the clothes made him at least want to try to enjoy his time in this unfamiliar decade.

You had barely in the store for five minutes before you were shoving a handful of clothes into Peter’s arms, pushing him towards the dressing rooms. “You have to try these on.”

“Y/N, I don’t know,” He trailed off, eyeing the colored plaid pants in the pile.

“1960, Peter.” You reminded him, and he nodded. Peter closed the dressing room door and you continued to mindlessly browse around while you waited for him.

“So you never answered me about space.” You called out to him. He laughed behind the door as he changed.

“Yes, we make it to space.”

“Have we found other life yet?” You asked excitedly.

“Well,” He sighed, “they technically found us, but we fought them off several times.” Dressed in green plaid pants and a brown sweater, he opened the door, “I’ve actually been to space- been to another planet in another solar system even.”

“Oh, no, that’s hideous.” You shook your head, and he laughed, closing the door to try on more clothes. “Another planet, though? What was it like?”

“Um, it was awful. It was destroyed, and I kind of died there.” Peter replied, shaking his head as he didn’t want to relive the memory.

“Died? You 21st century people have an unreal way of speaking.”

It was then he realized that between your slang and his that you had no clue he was serious. “Actually, I did die. This alien killed off half the universe and I died, but then my team traveled back in time five years later and saved us- all of us.” He looked at himself in the mirror at his newest outfit, deciding he thought he looked good enough to show you.

“That must have been awful. I’m sorry, Peter.” You answered, feeling guilty for asking.

“It’s alright. I was readjusting to being home, or well in 2023, when I traveled back here.” He explained, opening the door again, but you had your back to him as you looked at some sunglasses. “How’s this?”

You turned back around to face him and a smile lit up your face at the slimming white trousers and bright blue polo. Under your intense stare, Peter felt himself growing self-conscious. “It’s twitchin’.”

“Is that a good thing?” He asked with a laugh, and you nodded.

“It means it looks great.” You laughed. “Now you don’t stick out as much.”

“As much?”

“You still look like a future guy to me.”

After buying Peter his new look, you took him to your favorite little diner, one with the best milkshakes. Although Peter had only known you for a few short hours, you were captivating to him. He’d never met someone so fascinated by the world and so incredibly brilliant for your age. If you were anything like your mother, Peter could understand why Steve was still in love with her; Peter would still be dreaming of you in seventy years.

“Have you ever been to Times Square?” You asked him as the two of you left the quaint diner.

“Not in 1960.” He joked, making you smile at him.

“Well, then we definitely need to go.” You stated, “We should also go see a movie. There’s this new Hitchcock film coming out called Psycho-”

“Psycho gave me nightmares.” Peter shuddered at the memory, laughing lightly, “Oh yeah, I’ve seen it in the future.”

“Then you can hold me when the scary parts come up.” You joked, catching the blush that hit his cheeks. Before he could respond, a car pulled to a stop next to you two on the sidewalk.

“What did I say about leaving?” Peggy questioned with the window rolled down from her spot in the passenger seat.

“Sorry, mum.” You sighed, opening the back door. You let Peter climb in first and then you followed after him. Peter looked around the fancy interior of the car in confusion, until he saw the S emblem on the steering wheel. This was the car of Howard Stark.

“Did you get me a milkshake?” The driver asked you with a cheeky smile, and you shook your head.

“Had I known my mother would hire a chauffeur then maybe I would have gotten you one.” You stated, crossing your arms as she rolled her eyes at you. You turned to Peter, “This is Jarvis by the way. He’s Mr. Stark’s driver.”

“You’re the Jarvis?” Peter questioned.

“The Jarvis? Am I famous in the future too?” He asked, starting to drive the four of you away.

“No, but Mr. Stark has mentioned you before.”

“Peter.” Peggy said, calling his attention back to her, “I don’t know much about time travel and the space-time continuum that you and Howard keep mentioning, but I know every second you spend here could be detrimental to our world. Please, keep talks of the future to a minimum, especially since we are going to see Howard right now. Do not discuss his son or any details of the future.”

“Yes, Miss Carter.” He nodded, and you reached over, placing a hand on his leg to reassure him.

“Y/N, when we get to Howard’s lab, I want you to go home with Daniel. Jarvis and I will need to oversee this operation.” She stated.

“I’m not leaving.” You replied defiantly, and Peter held his breath, feeling the sudden tension in the air. “And especially not with Daniel.”

“Y/N Carter, you will treat Daniel with respect. You’re like a daughter to him.”

“Daniel is not my father though, and he will never be.” You said.

“Fine.” Peggy huffed. “You can stay, but only because you could help Howard build this machine.”

“Thank you.” You muttered.

The four of you arrived at a large warehouse on the edge of the city. Peter, suddenly feeling nervous about meeting Mr Stark Sr., followed behind you, Peggy, and Jarvis. He’d heard enough bad things about Howard from Tony, and now he was going to meet the monster firsthand. When they stepped inside the warehouse, Peter spotted a woman and a man standing beside each other, overlooking parts spread on a table.

“Howard,” Peggy called out, getting their attention. When Howard turned around, Peter immediately recognized him; his resemblance to Tony was uncanny. The woman, though- he had no clue who she was, but her kind smile made him feel welcome.

“You must be Peter from the future.” Howard stepped forward, outstretching a hand to him. Peter hesitantly shook his head. “Tell me, what’s my legacy in the future?”

“Miss Carter said I shouldn’t discuss details.” Peter replied, nervously clearing his throat. Howard laughed before turning back to the table.

“Did you get the Pym particle?” Peggy asked Howard. Before he could respond, the door opened once more and in walked another man and a woman.

“If you think I’d let Howard Stark use my particle without my presence,” The man trailed off, and Peter froze, recognizing the man.

“Oh my god.” He breathed out, eyes trained on the young Hank Pym who he’d met through Scott once- the Hank Pym that he studied in school, the Hank Pym he did a project on in middle school.

“Peter, this is Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, and Ana Jarvis.” You said, clearing up the strangers’ names for him.

“Why’s he looking at us like that?” Hank asked.

“I- I know you from the future; both of you.” Peter replied, looking between him and Janet.

“No details, remember?” Peggy spoke up, “Now, let’s get this time machine running.”

For the next few days, Peter worked tirelessly with this new team to get the time machine built and running. He was happy that Tony had gone over the specs of the machine with him after the battle, and he was also grateful that he had an impressive memory that allowed him to remember all of it. If anything was off in the slightest, Peter wouldn’t be sent back to 2023; he’d be lost to the quantum realm forever. And, even though your mother wanted you as far removed as possible from this, you stayed by Peter’s side through it all.

“It’s done.” Peter said, proudly, as all of you overlooked the machine.

“We built a time machine.” Hank stated in disbelief, still not fully believing his particle was the key to all of it.

“And this.” Howard stepped forward with a small machine in his hands. Peggy looked at it curiously.

“What is that?” She asked the question on everyone’s mind.

“We just built a time machine with technology we shouldn’t know about. This will make us forget this week.” Howard explained.

“But we’ll forget Peter.” You said softly, looking over to Peter with a new found sadness on your face. He wanted to tell you it’ll all be fine, that he’d see you in the future, that you had been the first woman to space so he read about you in his history textbook- but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to lie to you. He didn’t want you to know that Peggy dies of old age, Janet spends decades in the quantum realm, Howard becomes an abusive father before he’s assassinated by Bucky Barnes (who you definitely knew about), and that you of all people disappear sometime this year without any trace of your whereabouts.

Before anyone could say anything, you hurried out of the warehouse. Peter looked to Peggy, silently asking if he could go after you, and she nodded in approval. He ran off after you, finding you sitting on a nearby bench, overlooking the city. You held tightly to a compass in your hands, and Peter hesitantly sat beside you.

“I know it’s only been a week, but I don’t- I don’t want to forget you.” Your voice was unsteady as you spoke. “What happens to me in the future?”

“I don’t know.” Peter replied quietly.

“I want the truth, Peter. I know I’m not in any of your textbooks, but you know something about my future. I can see it in how you reacted to who I am.”

Peter looked at you, unsure of what to say. His eyes flickered down to the compass in your hand. A picture of Steve sat in the small compass, just like how Steve had that compass of Peggy. He felt his heart stop as he processed the small object’s meaning, “You’re- you’re Steve’s daughter.”

You closed the compass instinctively, your own hands starting to shake, “I’m sure you know the story of Captain America. He died before my mother could tell him.”

“He didn’t.” Peter began, “He didn’t die. Steve’s frozen in ice, and he comes out of it in the future. He’s the reason I’m here. He knew Peggy had a daughter, and he was trying to come see you.”

“My father’s alive?” You asked, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“Yeah, but, Y/N,” He sighed, “You disappear. At some time during this decade, you disappear from existence. No one knows what happens to you.”

You were silent for a moment, processing his words, “What if I went with you?”

“What? To the future?” He asked, and you nodded, “No, Y/N, you can’t. That’d be breaking so many-”

“Think about it. I disappear from existence, and no one knows, but what if no one remembers? I could go with you and meet my father.”

“But your mother-” Peter started, but a voice cut him off.

“Would want you to go.” Peggy said, and you turned to face her. “Peter told me when he got here that Steve was alive, but I didn’t know how to tell you. If you want to go to the future, then I won’t hold you back.”

“But, mum, I’d never see you again, unless,” You trailed off, looking to Peter, who shook his head sadly, confirming Peggy’s fate by 2023.

“Take the compass and go see your father, Y/N.” She spoke softly, “I won’t erase my memories, but I’ll make sure your disappearance remains a mystery. The future will be safe.”

Speechless, you stood up and hugged your mother tightly, a few tears slipping. After a few solemn moments of goodbye, the three of you returned to the warehouse. Peter bid everyone farewell, thanking them for all of the assistance. You wordlessly hugged Daniel.

“Take care of my mum for me.” You told him. Before anyone could say anything, you gave your mother one last hug goodbye. With your compass in one hand, you held onto Peter’s hand with the other. Howard pressed a couple buttons and you two were met with a blinding light, saying goodbye to 1960.

~~~

“Steve, what were you thinking? It’s broken!” Tony shouted, pressing some buttons in an attempt to somehow bring Peter back even though he knew the machine was past fixing.

“If you found out you had a daughter seventy years ago, you’d want to go see her too!” Steve exclaimed, coming to Tony’s side. Bucky and Sam stayed back, looking at their friend sorrowfully. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“You can’t go back there. I know what it’s like to miss out on your life, too, but she’s gone. Peggy’s gone, your daughter’s gone.” Bucky said in his best attempt to console his friend.

“And now the kid’s gone again. The kid that I risked my life to save is gone because you couldn’t handle your own kid being gone, your kid that you didn’t even know existed!” Tony fought back. As Tony and Steve began to argue, Sam and Bucky heard a small crash behind them.

“Are you two done arguing because the spider boy’s back.” Sam stated, and the bickering between the other two men immediately stopped.

“Kid, why are you dressed like you belong on the cover of Abbey Road?” Tony asked immediately, taking in Peter’s white suit. Peter opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as he saw Steve’s eyes fix on you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You fidgeted with the compass between your fingers, nervously breathing out, “Mum says hi.”

Wordlessly, Steve enveloped you in a tight hug. Bucky looked at Peter questioningly and Sam poked at Peter’s suit’s collar, as if to ask why the hell he was wearing something so out of the ordinary.

“I needed some new threads.” Peter joked, making you let out a small laugh.

“Right on.” You smiled.

~~~

“Wait, wait, so you’re Captain America and Agent Carter’s daughter?” Ned asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“But wouldn’t that make you like 80 now?”

“Ned!” Peter groaned at his friend’s question, and you laughed at his secondhand embarrassment.

“Yes, Ned, I technically would’ve just turned 80.” You replied, and both boys looked at you in confusion. “I was born in ‘43.”

“Dating an older woman. Nice.” Ned teased his friend, nudging Peter’s elbow.

“We time traveled. It doesn’t count. Can we please stop talking about my girlfriend’s age?” Peter let out a sigh. He’d already explained the whole time travel situation to Ned, so when he invited his friend to a Stark party a few months down the road, he didn’t expect Ned to be so invasive about your age.

“So is 2023 better than 1960?” Ned asked you, and you smiled looking over at Peter beside you.

“I’d say so.”

Seeing the intense, yet cutesy eye contact between you and Peter, Ned mumbled something about getting more soda before leaving. Peter placed a hand on your cheek, caressing it lightly, “I’m glad you came to the future with me.”

“I’m glad I did, too.” You smiled. Peter leaned in to kiss you, but paused as he saw Steve, Bucky, and Sam watching the two of you from across the crowded room. You turned to follow his eyes, scoffing a little as you looked back at Peter, “They’re such drags.”

“Absolute downers.” He laughed lightly- he picked up on some of your 60’s slang just like you’d picked up on his modern terminology.

“Just tune them out.” You joked, before leaning in to kiss your boyfriend. Who knew all it took was a little accidental time travel for you two to find each other?

~~~

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darkherolovercroissant · 4 years

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Never thought

Pairing: Bucky x 40’s reader

Warnings:Fluff and angst

Summary:Bucky goes back in time on a mission with Sam to fix a mistake and ends up running into the woman he loved before Hydra found him.

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“So let me get this straight, Strange fucked this up, but you’re asking us to fix it?” Sam asked heavily confused

“Well Bucky comes from that time period and you two have been joined at the hip since Steve left,so yeah! You’ll be fixing it.” Doctor Strange said

“Typical. Cleaning up after everyone once again” Sam growled, but Bucky had been quiet the whole time.

Something happened two weeks ago, a memory had resurfaced and Bucky was in complete heartbreak when it had happened. He remembered a young woman back home in Brooklyn, New York. She was gorgeous and Bucky had left her behind with the intention on marrying her when he got back. However, Bucky never came back.

Bucky couldn’t help but think about what would of happened if Steve reached out farther earlier on or what would of happened if he wasn’t standing so close to the edge of the train car. Maybe he would’ve returned with Steve and watched him marry Peggy. Bucky couldve had a life and married his little lady with eyes that sparkled like the Diamond he had been thinking of giving her.

They joined Scott on the standing pad with Strange aswell. Apparently they were going just a bit past the fourties, they were heading to the fifties to fix a glitch that Strange had caused. They safely transferred between now and then and came out looking at the old school look of New York.

“Man! You grew up here?” Sam asked

“I miss it so much.” Bucky mumbled

The duo had just came across to the pinpointed location when a familiar head of hair caught his eye. She was just as gorgeous as he remembered, how he wished to stay here with her.

“Whos the girl?” Sam asked with pure concern

“The woman I wanted to marry. Y/n” he whispered

“I’m sorry man.” Sam said sadly as he watched his friend with pure empathy. It wasn’t easy having everything took from you and Sam tried his hardest to see him through.

Only now watching his friend pine over a girl he always wanted was breaking his heart.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Sam asked

Bucky shook his head as he looked down.

“She won’t ever remember me.” Bucky sighed

“Hey man, this is probably going to be the only time you’ll be able to do this. As soon as this mission is done, they’re bringing us back so go talk to her. You owe her that much.” Sam says

Bucky just looks up in time to see you look at the two with pure confusion until you see those familiar crystal blue eyes and the next thing the two know, you’re running towards them.

“Bucky?” You ask as you are two feet in front of him.

“Hey, doll.” He smiled

Sam gently backs up giving you two some space, sitting on the curb and watching as his friend is reunited with his long lost love.

“Is that really you? You look a lot older than you left.” She giggled

“It’s me, doll. However you wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I had been through.” He smiled

“Oh you must think I’m such a cold lady. My name is y/n” she said as she stuck a hand out towards Sam.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. My name is Sam.”

“I never thought I’d see you again.” Y/n says to Bucky making his heart flutter.

“I’m here now, doll.” He smiled

“Do you still intend to keep your promise?” She asked without a clear idea on why the two were there in the first place.

Sam saw Bucky stiffen and he took it as a time to step in.

“Now as much as I’d love to see Bucky here get married,I’m afraid he won’t be able to.” Sam sighed

Bucky’s heart broke as he watched y/n become saddened and less cheerful.

“Oh. I understand.” She fake smiled

Bucky felt his heart shatter as she refused to look at them.

“Well I’m terribly busy, so I’ll just let you two get back to work then. Good evening, gentlemen.” And just like that, y/n was gone and Bucky released a broken sigh. His voice wavered and he began to shake. His eyes were now red and his cheeks were now wet.

“Please comeback” he whispered at your retreating form.

Sam felt horrible seeing his broken friend. He didn’t think she’d be that upset and that quick. However when Bucky continued on with their tasks, Sam could see the odd tear fall down onto his hand. As soon as they pulled away, Sam saw the pure heartbreak on his face.

“Look man, I don’t know how to say this, but maybe you should go find her. I’ll finish this and I’ll send the signal after and we can go home.” Bucky took a deep breath and started down the streets towards your apartment and came up the stairs to where you lived.

When you opened the door, you saw the broken man you loved. The poor man has been through so much and all he wanted was you, but he knew he couldn’t have you.

“Bucky?”

“Can we talk?” He asked quietly

You nod and allow him entry and he immediately spills everything.

“Look. I went off to war, I was taken prisoner by Hydra and experimented on and was saved by Steve. We then took out any Hydra members we could find and when we received word that a certain someone was on a train, we looked to capture him. Only I ended up falling off towards what I thought was my death. However with whatever Hydra had put in me, I survived. The next thing I know is that I was taken hostage again and gave a new arm to replace my left one from the fall off the train. I then spent over 70 years with Hydra, or at least that’s what they keep telling me. I did a lot of bad things, y/n and I’m not proud of it. Then I became an avenger and I stood up to a monster called Thanos who took over planets and wiped out half the population and I ended up dying and then coming back five years later, but it only felt like five minutes for me. I’m one hundred and seven now, doll. I missed out on everything I ever wanted. Including you. We came back in time to fix something that had happened and now I’m heading back home.” Bucky says

“I honestly can’t understand a thing you just said.” Y/n felt insulted. It was like the world was playing twisted tricks on her.

“Remember how I said I lost my arm?” He removed his jacket and glove and a shiny black and gold metal arm stood in place for where his arm should’ve been.

You fall into a chair as everything became clear. This was really Bucky and what he had said was true.

“Believe me doll. I don’t wish to be anywhere but at a church marrying you, but I can’t stay” Bucky says

“I understand.” You whisper

“I’m sorry.” He sniffled

“Don’t worry about it, Bucky. Just go back to Sam and worry about your future.” You say as you get up and head to the bedroom.

Bucky frowns as turns to head back. His eyes catch a glimpse of a picture sitting in a frame. A simpler time to be exact.

A picture of you and Bucky.

“You can keep it, if you want.” You say

Immediately,Bucky takes the picture and shoved it into his inside pocket and smiled

“Thank you for everything, Bucky” you say as you hug him.

“I’m sorry it can’t be the way we wanted it” he says

“Go and take care of the future, Barnes.”

He looked down at you and smiled before kissing you for what felt like years and pulling back before leaving the apartment.

When he approached Sam, he smiled weakly and then the two were brought back to normal times and Bruce, Strange,Peter and Carol were there to welcome the two back.

“Nice work, boys” Carol says

Bucky opens his jacket and pulls the picture out as he walks back to his room smiling down and the photo.

His lovely little lady. The woman he couldn’t have, but still loved. Never thought that life would be this cruel

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sukorakurai · 3 years

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Healing Cat

Steve had noticed that Bucky had been very quiet lately. Well ore so than usual. He also noticed that Bucky hadn’t been sleeping well either. Several times over the last few months he would wake in the middle of the night to find his lover gone from their bed and wandering their floor or in the gym fighting the ghost in his mind. He had dreams too but Bucky’s mind was a mine field with the remnants of Hydra hiding in the shadows. Today he found Bucky on their couch sleeping with a frown on his face. The captain didn’t like that he had been seeing that frown a lot lately.

“Hey love,” Steve whisper gently allowing the former Hydra assassin to follow his voice back to the waking world and away from his demons.

“Hey Babe.” Bucky smiled his voice was rough with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s close to 3 in the afternoon. Come on we got shopping to do.”

“Shopping?”

“Yes, shopping unless you want starve. We are out of milk and I promised you I would make my special Spaghetti.” Steve stifled a chuckle as he watch Bucky sit up wide awake.

“Spaghetti? Then what are we waiting for?” The former Soldier was up off the couch and heading toward the door.

“Yes, what are we waiting for?” Steve rolled his eyes as he grabbed his jacket. “Jarvis if anyone asks we went out shopping.”

“Of course Captain Rogers.”

“So Bucky, what were you dreaming about?”

“Nothing just flashes here and there. I can’t seem to get rid of them.”

“I know love but I’m here for you if you ever want to talk about it.”

“Yeah, I know you are Stevie, but I don’t want to bring up your ghosts by chasing mine.” The couple walk down the street a little grey cloud hung over them. It was hard to talk about stuff they really didn’t want to talk about.

“So how was your trip with Tony, Loki, and Bruce, going Camping?”

“I was good, the quiet helped but I missed you. I wish Fury didn’t always have you tied up with Shield work.”

“Me too, but Captain America is always in high demand. Well we had an interesting time while you were gone. Clint and I along with Thor and Peter had a chili cook off. Thor and Peter’s chili was so terrible RC wouldn’t even eat it.”

“That’s bad. I bet yours came out picture perfect as always.” Bucky smiled nudging his lover with his Vibranium arm.

“Well I did win the cook off, but I ended up with RC that night. The smell coming from penthouse was terrible that the Cat refused to go back until Jarvis had filtered it out.”

“Hard to believe those two have animals together and they’re still alive.”

“Be nice Buck, RC is really smart. I’m sure he let’s them know when he’s hungry and when he wants cuddles. Also the bunnies belong to Jarvis and he makes sure Tiny knows to feed his pets.” Steve pointed out.

“RC really seems almost human even though I know he’s a cat. He once helped me through a panic attack. I was having trouble breathing and he suddenly appeared laid on my chest until I calmed down and fell asleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Love? Do you need to have a session with Sam?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. It was weeks ago and I forgot about it.” Bucky shrugged trying to put it off as nothing. He didn’t see the concerned look his lover was giving him while he brooded over his flaws.

Steve watched sadly as Bucky withdrew into his head. He wished there was more he could do for his best friend and boyfriend. Then he thought about what Bucky just said. RC helped him through a panic attack. They couldn’t take Tony and Loki’s cat but maybe they could adopt one of their own. If he remembered correctly from their numerous walk there was an adoption center on the next block to the left.

“Hey Bucky I want to stop somewhere before we hit the market.”

“Sure Babe, I’m up for anything.” The Sargent would follow his captain until the end of the line. They walk down the block and made a left at the corner. He was familiar with the area from their walks and runs around the city. New York had really changed since the 40’s but he had adjusted better than Steve to this new world. As he was lost in thought he didn’t noticed he was pulled into a store until he came face to face with turtle that was slowly wondering the shelves. “Uh, Steve where are we?”

“We’re at Wonder Pets Adoption Center. I think it’s time we got our own cat to cuddle and love.”

“A cat really? I thought you would be more into dogs.”

“Yeah I like dogs but I think you and I need a calm soothing presence instead of high energy. Maybe later we will get a puppy but for now we need a cat. Besides if you want some one to play catch with Hawkeye’s dog is always willing to go to the park.” Steve smiled.

“Yeah I like the sound of that.” Bucky relaxed letting a small smile grace his lips as they wandered the cages looking at cat. They looked a lot of cats but none seemed to connect with them until Bucky heard a soft ‘Meow.’

“Hey there, you seem to be foot loose and fancy free.” Bucky knelt down to the cat that wound around their legs. The cat was fluffy white with smoky grey feet and masked face.

“That’s Al, he’s a recent rescue under a year old. He was found outside an Italian restaurant scrounging for scraps. He really is a sweet heart for being a feral cat.” The Adoption volunteer supplied.

“He’s super fluffy that means we’ll have to vacuum more often.” Steve stated watch Bucky pick up the kitten and cuddle it close.

“True but I think he’ll be worth it don’t you?” Bucky’s smile just grew as the cat began to purr.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll take him.”

“Al seems to short of a name though, he reminds of snow on the Mountains when we were in Europe. We should call him Alpine.” Bucky said looking to his boyfriend for name approval.

“You know what I think that’s a great name for our new family member.” Steve grinned holding his love with one arm while petting their new cat. He could feel the stress melting away from Bucky’s shoulders. Already their new cat healing his lover and would bring much love and joy to their lives. Life couldn’t be better for the Super Soldier Couple.

The End

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denimbex1986 · 3 years

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“Sebastian, you’re Bucky Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier - how the heck did that happen?”

Sebastian: “I don’t know - I really don’t know. 2010 was definitely a turning point in my life, and it was getting this part. And it was all still speculative at the time because we had a lot of, uh, a lot of talks and meetings about the potential of this character and what he would become; whether or not he would ever be even explored as the Winter Soldier at the time. It was just more about the success of Captain America: The First Avenger and, and , and how much that story in itself worked. The fact that we were able to get it this far is, you know, a huge success, but it’s definitely something that’s attributed to many factors and, you know, I think there was always a plan there, but there were many times along the road I didn’t quite know how it was going to happen, or if it was gonna happen. It’s always kind of like an on-going discovery; I think people think we know a lot more about these things, but I think one of - one of the good things about Marvel is that the are always remaining very flexible and reflective of the times and what the fans respond to, and what’s the most interesting storyline, and what feels right, and then that’s kinda where decisions get made. So now we’re here - ten years later.”

“I’m loving it, yeah. So just to be clear; it started off as just Bucky. Apparently, the story goes that you only realised you were playing The Winter Soldier when the title was announced in 2013.”

Sebastian: “Yep; that - that also, uh, I think, I think the way I really learned about it was my, uh - a - I had a friend who texted me from Comic Con (interviewer laughs quietly) saying ‘Dude, they’ve just relay - the, the, the people your name’s in the title, and I was like ‘Oh. I mean that’s, I guess I’m, that’s - that’s good, that means that I’m in the movie, right? (interviewer laughs quietly) I mean -’ So, yeah, that’s very also true.”

“And talking of titles, was there ever any conversation about the show being called The Winter Soldier and The Falcon?”

Sebastian: “You know, first of all, I’ve already had my name in a title of a movie, you know - ”

“Ah, yes.”

Sebastian: “Arguably, Falcon we haven’t really ever learned his backstory period, I mean, you know, it’s - it’s a tough one to argue because I technically have had two movies dedicated to my character (laughs). So in a way I feel like, you know, it really should be about the Falcon, to be honest.”

“You gotta give him a leg up, that guy, Anthony Mackie.”

Sebastian: “Sometimes he might need a hell of a lot more than that. He’s got the legs covered, I’ll tell you that. (interviewer laughs) I mean the guy doesn’t skip leg day but - ”

“No Sir. And how happy are you now that you don’t have to wear the mask and the goggles anymore?”

Sebastian: (laughs) No, I kinda liked the mask. I, I - I was always a little bit hesitant of the goggles because when you have the goggles, you don’t have the, the eyes and so like as an actor, you wanna use the eyes, right? But the mask was kind of a cool thing because I knew what the Winter Soldier had looked like in the comic books, I knew - but any, you know and again, we had tried the eyeliner and, and that was sort of an interesting, bold choice and fortunately we decided to kind of maybe not use it, uh, so much, although it had made sense at one point that he had been - you know, he’d been using that; but it - that was just a - a nod to the comics, when he has the actual (motions across his eyes) you know, but again, the mask made the characters so much more brutal and sort of machine like and then that kind of informed a little bit of how, how I was gonna play that role at the time, so it was kind of a cool thing. I’m always a believer less is more and all that stuff, which is again why I was really worried this time around, I was like ‘ don’t, don’t give me, don’t give me too many - too many words (interviewer laughs quietly) because, (laughs) because I’ve been a lot better without a lot of words.’ So now if we’re gonna say something - what are we gonna say, you know?”

“What - who am I?”

Sebastian: ”Always the question, my friend. It never ends.” (laughs)

“You’ve worked with some utterly incredible people in these movies over the years. I was wondering who intimidated you the most because back in the day, you once told me this story of what happened to you when you first shot a scene with THE Robert Redford.”

Sebastian: “Oh man, that was such a good dream come true. All I wanted was to ask him about everything (interviewer laughs quietly) that he had ever experienced, and he was so kind. And yeah, I mean you work with these actors and you sort of kind of start to see how they do it, and I think I was always very lucky because I felt, you know, the Captain America trilogies and, and storylines were always very grounded, it’s really after like the most relatable storyline. Robert Redford got to be Robert Redford, with all that intensity, in our movie, um you know, that was the same guy from 3 Days Of Condor and stuff, and so like, you know, he really sort of was perfect in that part.”

“I - I know you’ve explained this a million times on a thousand different interviews, but indulge me. How does that metal arm work on set and how has that process evolved over the years?”

Sebastian: “Well the arm itself has changed. The first arm was really, really difficult to work with, in fact, it - we had to have like, it broken in two pieces because the one piece in itself, like the hero one, the particular material that shined and was the most - that looked the most metal was, was a really hard material so I couldn’t even like (motions moving arm) - just getting it to, to use it was like, extremely difficult. But again, that also informed sort of a kind of a behavior of the character in a way and I, and I remember refusing to, to wear the le - the, the the less shiny one. I wanted the hard, uncomfortable material because that was - was gonna look the best. And then as we went, obviously once he got a new arm, - every time they, they mold them again, based on your body; it’s all very specific to you. And then this particular one was the most flexible one, and again, it’s like one piece; obviously it can’t be a whole full on arm, right, ‘cos otherwise how are you going to get into it? - but it was the most, uh, comfortable one. But yeah, I still find myself sometimes catering to the old one, you know, ‘cos it just had such a specific shine to it and it was so iconic in the comic books so um -. But yeah, its, it’s a whole thing and, and it, it does do something to you after a while because you are essentially working your left arm more - ”

“Yeah.”

Sebastian: “ - I mean, it’s, it’s a very tiny, tiny difference, like your body knows when it’s saying ‘Hey, that’s working a lot more.’ So, (laughs) so physically, I’ve definitely, uh, had some love wounds from the - from, from my partner in crime - the, the left arm.”

“Now we know Captain America: The Winter Soldier is a favourite amongst the cast of the MCU - the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and I know that ‘cos they’ve actually told me so. And you’ve had some really special, emotional scenes over the years, like the ‘with you till the end of the line’ scene with Steve for example, and one of my favourites - ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’ And I love that your character is actually introduced in the very first film, your first scene, by knocking out a bad guy and then turning around and kicking him in the backside - I just love that. What are your standout moments over the movies?”

Sebastian: “As an actor you always want - you always want to do a movie that’s a period movie and a period movie in the 40′s was always really fun; the idea of it. I loved those, those scenes that he had with Steve Rogers in the first movie ‘cos they were so innocent but also in a way like really established their dynamic. And then of course The Winter Soldier movie was really incredible for me because I got to do so many cool things, and again it was not on a, on a green screen. We were really on a bridge - I was given a 35 pound thing to fire with. It was all very practical to be doing that kind of action.”

“The knife-stuff alone - ”

Sebastian: “The knife stuff. We had a good two months to get down to the hand-to-hand combat, so again, stuff I’d never done, so the character was really cool to me, and I loved all those, all those pieces. So there have been moments all throughout that kind of all add up i, in terms of really having enjoyed playing the character, From an acting perspective, you know, to play, uh, a character that seemingly could always go dark is interesting and fun, and it was a complex character like that. But then I think going forward it was more a good question of ‘What are we gonna really explore with him now?’”

“Hmmm.”

Sebastian: “And finding a way to - to marrying both sides of this character and, and kind of having and witnessing how, how he’s able to accept the past and, and claim his sort of dark Winter Soldier past and side, and, and then evolve forward. Because he’s never gonna be the man he was back in the 40′s and he’s certainly not gonna be the guy that was this assassin. So what is he gonna be now, you know, and how is he gonna figure out a way to - to grow from that?”

“For sure. I love the bits with the therapist in the first episode. It makes me think - you know the bit in Infinity War where you pick up Rocket and use him as like a moving machine gun?”

Sebastian: (with a laugh) “Yeah.”

“Are you bringing that up with the therapist? Surely there’s gotta be a moment where you go: ‘There were these alien dogs attacking me - and just -’ ”

Sebastian: “Well yeah, right? That, that would be a good thing to talk about. Because, I remember in, in that particular moment, which was a very cool moment, and it was fun, but we were sitting there with the Russo’s in Infinity War trying to figure out what his humor was and like, how does that character now respond to a talking raccoon, you know?”

“I’ll leave you with these two wrap-up questions. What do fans typically say to you in the street when the spot you? Do you get lines quoted back at you: ‘End of the line?’ Do you get people quoting: ‘Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car?’”

Sebastian: (with a sigh) It happens quite often. (interviewer laughs) It happens at, uh you know, coffee shops and uh, it - it happens a lot, you know, and, and it’s always very, uh, it’s always very funny. And it’s a good, hon - honorable thing, you know, I guess. You know you’re, you’re very taken with it all - all the time but - it, you do have to sometimes look at people in the face and say ‘No, I will - I will not become The Winter Soldier’ as you say that, you know? (interviewer laughs quietly) You can keep saying it, and maybe you should say it, um, maybe that’s a moment we both need to have together, now, here. But, uh, but nothing crazy will happen, uh, you know?’”

“Er, I’d like to apologise and say goodbye, which is it was with me where we decided your fans were gonna be called The Winter’s Children, back in the day.”

Sebastian: “It was, wasn’t it? Well that really stuck didn’t it?”

“Yep. I can only apologise. And - ”

Sebastian: No, it’s all good. I’m glad - I’m glad that stuck around.”

“And obviously as the White Wolf, I should say ‘Wakanda Forever’, so thank you so much Sir.”

Sebastian: “Hey, thank you man.”

#Sebastian Stan #the falcon and the winter soldier

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(Okay I usually don’t repost stuff that’s behind a paywall too often, but this is too good not to share. Tarik has done a stellar job taking over at the Athletic; I highly recommend him; he’s worth the subscription.)

From wearing an American flag patterned Speedo on South Beach to scoring four goals with a couple dozen stitches in his leg to subjecting teammates to techno blasted at ear-splitting volume levels in his car, the tales from Alex Ovechkin’s first few seasons in NHL are the stuff of legend inside the Capitals’ headquarters.

In recent days, as Ovechkin authored the hottest goal-scoring stretch of his career in chasing another historic milestone – he is two goals shy of 700 for his career – The Athletic talked to more than a dozen of his teammates throughout the years, as well as members of the Capitals’ staff. The question was a simple one: Tell us your favorite early(ish) Ovi story.

Some had to think long and hard. Others began answering before the question was posed. A few refused to share because, well, it was a little too juicy for public consumption.

But more than enough did tell their Ovi story. And they’re a hoot.

Former Capitals forward Brian Willsie, Ovechkin’s first NHL roommate on the road: One thing we’d often do is we’d dine together or with the group, and we’d come back to the room and we’d order room service dessert. At the start, Alex’s English was coming but it was coming slowly. So I would do the ordering, whether it was fruit, ice cream or something of the sort. But I was telling him the whole time, “You’ve got to start doing this. I’m not going to be your roommate forever.” So finally, one of the nights we got back and he really wanted ice cream. I said, “Nope, I’m not ordering. You got to do it.” It was almost like a father-son thing. I said, “It’s your time, you got to do it.” He was so mad. We just sat there watching TV. He had his arms crossed. It was a staring contest. I told him again, “If you want ice cream, you have to do it.” He was so angry. Eventually, he just jumped out of bed and said, “OK, I do it. What do I say?” So he went over to the desk and ordered ice cream with chocolate sauce. I said, “Order two. Don’t leave me out.” He was super nervous. But he got it all out. He wasn’t confident in his English, but it was better than he thought it was.

Former Capitals defenseman Brian Pothier: We landed in Fort Lauderdale. We hadn’t been south in a while and it was wintertime. Ovi and (Alexander) Semin were like, “Let’s do it. Let’s get in the water.” They changed, ran down to the beach and did this like wild sprint into the water. It was reckless, and it was pretty cold. Then all of a sudden they come flying out of the water screaming because they were getting stung by jellyfish. That was probably 2006 or 2007, so his second or third year. They were fine. They were little jellyfish, but there were a lot of them. They had little marks on them. It wasn’t like they were mutilated, but they had little stings on them. It was pretty funny.

Former Capitals forward Matt Bradley: The people at the hotel were like, “Hey, you can’t go in the water, there’s jellyfish.” We didn’t have swimsuits. I’m pretty sure they went in their underwear. They were excited. It was like they had never seen the ocean. It wasn’t even warm. They just wanted to go in the ocean. I’m 90-percent sure they just had their underwear on.

Former Capitals captain and linemate Chris Clark: He came in the next day and had that big welt. It was all red. The welt is how we found out. I think he ran right through the jellyfish warning signs that were everywhere. I don’t know if he didn’t believe the signs or if he didn’t read them. The fact that there wasn’t anyone in the water should have been a warning to them, too.

Former Capitals forward Brooks Laich: I think he was named captain mid-year one year. Anyway, the first day of training camp the next year we kept saying, “We can’t wait for captain’s dinner this year because Ovi is buying.” Captain’s dinner is at the start of every year; the captain and the two assistants take the entire team out for dinner before the first road game. The captains take everyone out and pay for the entire meal. It’s a gesture to the guys from the leadership group. “We’re like, oh, we can’t wait! Ovi, you’re going to be buying captains’ dinner and we’re already starting to plan it.” He’s like, “Captain’s meal, what’s that?” We couldn’t believe that he didn’t know from the previous three years that he’d been bought dinner by the captains. We’re like, “You gotta take the whole team out for dinner.” And he’s like, “Okay. Sushi Rock, right after practice.” And we’re like, “Whaaaat?” He’s like, “Yeah, we do it today.” Okay. This was Day One of training camp. We tell everyone on the training camp roster that Ovi is buying lunch at Sushi Rock. So 63 guys go to the Sushi Rock for lunch on Day One of training camp – all on Ovi’s credit card. Then we make him buy captain’s dinner again once the team is settled a couple of weeks later. I think he got pissed when we told him he had to do it again. He was like, “I already did it.” We were like, “No, no. This is for the team now.”

Sushi for 63 guys? That’s like at least five, six grand. I love that story because it just encompasses Al. What a fantastic teammate. He’s just like, “Okay, let’s do it today.” And then buys lunch for everybody.

Brooks Laich: It was early on in our career. It might have been our first year, in fact. He was around like the 35, 40 goal mark. He’s established. It’s the second half of the season, and he’s cruising. We get home from a trip. We just got shit-kicked in Florida. We got beat up by Tampa. This is when we flew out of BWI and we had to get on the bus to get shuttled over to our cars. We get to that bus and Ovi gets on the phone with one of our trainers or one of the (equipment vendors). And he’s yelling. The whole bus is quiet. It’s dark. It’s like 1:30 in the morning. And he’s yelling, “These fucking sticks are shit! Call the fucking fabric and tell them to make better sticks!” He called the factory “the fabric.” He thought the word for factory was fabric. Everybody on the bus is just dying.

Former Capitals head athletic trainer Greg Smith: We were down in Miami on our day off. The kid decides to go out on the beach. So he goes out and buys like a European bathing suit, like a bikini, a Speedo. It was an American flag. It was hilarious. It was a Speedo! We’re like, “Ovi, you can’t wear that.” He’s like, “Why? Because of American flag?” We’re like, “No, because it’s a fucking Speedo and your junk is hanging out.” But he thought it was because of the American flag. I have a picture on my phone, of Ovi, in an American flag Speedo, on South Beach. So, of course, we posted it up all over the locker room.

Chris Clark: Half the time it was just the stuff that he wore. He’d come in and I’d be like, “What are you wearing?” He’d say, “What? It’s Dolce.” I’d say, “I don’t care how much it costs or who makes it. It might be the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.” He had this one pair of pants, that were like jeans on the top but sweatpants in the legs. He was so proud of them. He thought they were the best thing ever.

Former Capitals forward and linemate Mike Knuble: Well, he used to wear these pants that were basically Daisy Dukes with cotton sweatpants attached for legs. We would always point and scratch our heads. One day someone says to Ovi, “Those pants are terrible. What the hell are they? Do you go to the club or go to work out? You have both covered, and we know you don’t work out!” He turns and smiles and says, “Dolce and Gabbana” and just keeps strutting away. We yell back, “They’re ugly as hell.” Now we are interested and decide to look them up. They were like $800 or something like that. Needless to say, we were shocked. We then coined the term “hobo-chic” to describe his really expensive clothes that look like they were from a dumpster. But we loved to give it to him about his attire.

We are eating pregame one day at (then Kettler Capitals Iceplex) and he pops into the room in a freebie NHL entry draft t-shirt from Carolina. It had sort of a Hurricanes logo on it. This is 5-6 years after he was drafted and has been making $9.5 million (a season) for three years. They probably gave him a pre-draft goody bag with a bunch of free crap. He still had the t-shirt from the bag! He didn’t hear the end of that one for a while. Needless to say, he didn’t wear that T-shirt again. I would really love to have a look in his closet one day.

Former Capitals defenseman Steve Eminger: He used to wear these jean shorts that looked like women’s shorts his rookie season. They were so tight, so high. We got a hold of them, cut them up and threw them out. And that was that. He had to go home from the rink in some Capitals gym shorts. That was the last we saw of those shorts. I don’t think he had a lot of clothes at that time. (Jeff Halpern) might have been the aggressor on that one. We were like, “Ovi, that’s it. You can’t ever wear anything like that again.” They were acid-washed!

Capitals forward Nicklas Backstrom: In the beginning when we got here, he was driving me everywhere. The first thing I noticed is, well, you never talk when you go in the car with him because he plays the stereo full blast. Techno, everything. It’s just really fucking loud. There’s no way to talk. If he’s about to say something, he’ll reach over and turn it down, and he’ll ask you a question. And then put it back on full blast.

Another thing with his driving, especially when he was younger, was he loved to go a little faster. He’d always push the pedal and then hit the brakes. So you’re sitting like this (Backstrom pushes himself back in his locker stall and then snaps his head forward). That was a fun thing he always did when we drove together to the airport. He’d go full speed and then hit the brakes. But he would only go full speed for like 200 feet. Then he’d go, “Oh fuck, I’m so scared in case the cops are coming.” That was when he first got that white Mercedes (AMG S63). I think he’s got that back in Russia now.

Capitals defenseman John Carlson: It was maybe my third year, and my aunt made dinner for the whole team (prior to a game in New Jersey). It was a traditional Italian dinner. My cousin owns a deli, so he brought the appetizers and all that. We were all there. And after a couple of rounds of appetizers and soup and whatever else we were having, the pasta and meatballs came out. And Ovi goes up to one of my aunts and asked for, uh, ketchup. That’s a deadly sin. I would say in most cases that gets a slap in the face. But they’re not like that. But it was certainly a shock to them. They couldn’t fathom or understand that anyone would ever want to put ketchup on pasta or meatballs. But they went and got the ketchup because they were good hosts.

Capitals defenseman Dmitry Orlov: Like four or five years ago, we tried to make a reservation for sushi restaurant in Vancouver. We called ahead and tried to get a reservation. So, I remember, we say my last name and (Evgeny) Kuznetsov. And they said, no. They don’t have any space, available rooms, tables, whatever. And we said, what about if we bring Alex Ovechkin? They said, hold on one second. I think the guy talked to the manager or whatever. They give us a table. It was pretty funny because it was all of us – Stan Galiev, me, Kuzy and Ovi. We all were in the hotel room. It was on speaker so all four of us could hear it. It was so funny. Alex just started laughing. At first they had nothing, then right away it was, “Oh yeah, yeah, you guys can come.”

Former Capitals defenseman Brendan Witt: His rack (at Piney Orchard Ice Arena) was always full with like 50 sticks. One day I sawed a bunch of them. He’d wind up, take a shot and he’d go, “What the fuck?” Then the next one would snap. “What the fuck!” You have to think of Ovi yelling, “Fuuuucccckkkk!” You know Ovi taking those big slappers. Just imagine broken blades on one-timers. It was awesome. Usually, when I cut someone’s stick, it was always in the blade and then I would re-tape it properly. I would take off the tape and then hide the cut behind the tape because then you never know. If you do the shaft, then you would see a cut in the graphite. I’d always cut it in the blade, underneath the blade, different angles of the blade. So it breaks differently each time. I swear he went in and got a new stick each time. I don’t think he ever figured out it was me.

Former Capitals coach Bruce Boudreau: I remember telling (then-general manager) George (McPhee) after we traded Chris Clark, “It’s Ovi’s team now, and we got to make him captain, even if he’s not completely ready for it. He’s the captain and the leader of this team and he will be for many years.” So I asked him if he wanted to be captain and he said, “YESSS!” It was really emphatic. “Yes, I want to be captain. I really want it.” He wasn’t like, “Yeah, I don’t know if I’m ready.” None of that. It was, “Yes!” Adamantly. He wanted to be the captain. I said, “You’ve earned it and you deserve it and you’re our leader and we’re going to follow you.”

Greg Smith: Early in his rookie season, he turns to me on the bench and says, “Do you have a wodka?” I said, “A what?” He said, “You know, a wodka?” He does the drinking motion. I said, “Oh, vodka.” I said, “No, I don’t have any vodka. It’s the middle of a game.” I’m thinking what’s wrong with this guy? Then he shows me — and honest to god — it’s a little paper cut on his finger. He’s like, “You know, wodka? It kills germs.” I’m like, “No, no, we have peroxide for that. But don’t drink it.” He pours it on his cut. And then he says, “I need a plaster.” I said, “What is a plaster?” You know how he gets. I have a fanny pack on. He grabs my waist and starts digging around in my fanny pack and pulls out a band-aid and says, “See? Plaster.”

Bruce Boudreau: My go-to stories about Ovi are about how he’s able to be as physical as he is and not get hurt. I remember him going knee on knee with Tim Gleason, who is a big 225-pound guy. Alex went to the room. I went in and he was like, “I’m fine.” It was like nothing happened. I also remember him going knee-on-knee in the playoffs with Sergei Gonchar. Nothing happened to Alex and that guy misses the rest of the playoffs. Those physical things are what I remember most of all. One time, we played Pittsburgh and he got a big cut on his leg. It was about eight inches long and he needed about 25 stitches. He couldn’t even walk. Two days later we were in Ottawa and he played, even though I was amazed at the scar on the inside of his leg. And he scored four goals that night. He’s done that kinda stuff every year of his career. The toughness of him is overlooked sometimes.

NBC Sports Washington play-by-play announcer Joe Beninati: You know he loves cars. It’s his rookie year. He’s a puppy. But he’s Alex. He’s a star and he’s got the big car – a BMW M6. A white M6. He sends it off to get all this aftermarket work done, air dams, ground effects, brakes, rims. One night, we come out of the garage and we’re stopped at a light. We were going to the airport after a game. He’s got his car, he’s all happy, he’s all proud. And here’s this schlub TV announcer pulling up next to him in an M6. He looks at me. I look him and I wave. And he just drops his head. I look back at him and I go, “What, I can’t have one, too?”

Former Capitals senior director of communications Kurt Kehl: We were at a Ravens preseason game, and we had gone down to the sideline. Now we were walking back up to the suite and he sees this stand for Dippin’ Dots. So he buys a little carton of Dippin’ Dots. We take a few steps as he’s eating them. He looooveeees them! He goes back and buys two more. So now he’s got three things of Dippin’ Dots. We’re up in (former Ravens executive) Dennis Mannion’s suite. I’m sitting next to Ovi and he’s got these three things of Dippin’ Dots in front of him. I see George (McPhee), who was big on nutrition, walking into the suite. So I remember sliding the Dippin’ Dots away from Ovechkin and in front of whoever was sitting next to him. Ovi looked at me all confused. I said, “Just wait until George leaves and then slide them back over.”

Joe Beninati: Rookie year, again. Shy, not really good with the language. Whenever we put him on camera, he would be very self-conscious. It’s just about time for Russia to announce the Olympic team. Our producer/director, Bill Bell, is like, “Just get him on camera for a soundbite and ask him what would it mean to you to get selected for the team? Pavel Bure is the GM.” He comes in our studio and he sits down and he gives me an answer, and it’s good. He walks out of our studio where he’s shy and intimidated and not sure about the sound of his own voice. He walks into a scrum of other media. Someone asks him, “What would it mean to you if you make Team Russia?” He answers, “You tell Pavel Bure that I’ll play goalie! I’ll do anything to make the team!” And I’m like, “Ack! Why couldn’t you give that to me just two seconds ago?”

Kurt Kehl: When he first got here, Nate (Ewell, the Capitals’ former director of media relations) and I took him somewhere to do a media interview. We’re coming back and parking at the arena. And on the way back, he’s like, “I’ll take you to lunch. I’ll take you to lunch.” We’re like, “No, it’s okay, Alex. This is part of the job; it’s what we do. You don’t have to reward us for doing our job.” But he was really badgering us. “I’ll take you to lunch. I’ll take you to lunch.” So finally, Nate and I said, “Sure, we’ll go.” He took us to McDonald’s. Because he wanted a burger. I was like, “Wait a minute. I put up this big fight because I thought he was going to take us to Capital Grille. If I knew it was going to be a Big Mac, I wouldn’t have made such a fuss.”

Longtime Capitals equipment manager Craig “Woody” Leydig: It was probably Ovi’s second year and we’re in the equipment room at – I guess it was called MCI Center back then – and anyway I’m sitting there doing some work and he was lacing. He had laced a couple of eyelets. And then there was an impromptu meeting called. He said, “Woodman, would you finish it for me?” And I did. Then he went out that night and had a multiple-point game. And from there, it just became habitual. He’s a creature of habit, like a lot of guys.

Kurt Kehl: When he first got here, he lived with McPhee. I remember telling George at one point, “Hey, if he totally gets in your hair, let me know if I can do anything.” One day George says to me, “Can you take Ovi to Laurel to skate with a couple of guys?” We get up to Laurel in that back rink. (Olie) Kolzig was there. (Jeff) Halpern was there. (Trent) Whitfield was there. I had never seen Ovi skate. And he comes on and starts skating on that back rink. You know how it echoes in there. Hearing him skate. He isn’t a graceful skater. It wasn’t like (Mario) Lemieux or (Alexei) Kovalev skating. It was just pure power. You could hear it in that rink. I had never seen or heard anything like that. And then he let a couple of shots go. And I remember Halpern looking up at me in the stands … and Halpy was almost like, “What the fuck is that?”

Former Capitals director of media relations Nate Ewell: I don’t remember the exact date, but we had played in either Philly or New York because we took the train back. Then the whole team had to take the Metro back from Union Station to Verizon Center. Which in and of itself is kinda absurd if you think about it – all the Caps getting on the Metro. I was standing there with him on the platform and we were talking about world juniors for some reason. I said, “Man, I HATED you!” He just laughed and said, “Why? Why did you hate me?” I was like, “You were always taunting the crowd. You had the tinted visor. I thought you were cocky and brash.” He was like, “I was just having fun.” It’s exactly how people’s perception of him has changed. They all thought here’s this guy that celebrates too much. But once you get to know him, you realize it was just him having fun.

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A Faded Memory

This is for @versdan‘s writing challenge. #versdan800wc It’s a Steve Rogers x female reader fic with the prompt “Don’t get too comfortable, now. I wouldn’t want you falling for me.”. The reader is a warlock that helps out the Avengers from time to time. She catches Steve’s eye and a relationship blooms. Everything is going well and they begin to plan a future together. However, tragedy strikes during a mission changing everything. Hope you enjoy.

They say the best love stories begin with happiness and end in some kind of tragedy. I didn’t expect it to ever happen to me. All my life, I’d been waiting to meet my soulmate; I finally did in the 40’s, but I had to save the world, losing all chances of living out the rest of my life with her. Over 70 years later, I still wanted to meet the next woman to achieve the same dream.

Natasha had repeatedly attempted to persuade me into dating someone. Each time I refused. I blamed it on being too busy, but in reality, none of the women she suggested were my type. I wanted someone who wasn’t afraid of adventure, to go out into the fire and risk their life to save others.

I craved to share the same experience I did and have in the past, but also someone who could be romantic at the end of a long day. Someone who would draw a bubble bath and relax with me. Someone to cuddle with, to kiss…I yearned for love so much, I couldn’t see straight. Once, I thought about giving up and moving on with other priorities; Being an Avenger and taking care of the world around me. I had been so close to accepting being alone; Fate, it appeared had other plans in mind.

Y/N is a warlock, gifted with abilities to protect everyone with forcefields and spells, which would come in handy with certain entities we faced. People would often compare her to Strange or Loki, but she differed in ways than them. For starters, she has yellow flames that flow from her fingertips and the forcefield would look like bubbles covered in a yellow hue. For another, she has an effect on me like no other.

I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame, intoxicated by her presence alone. She could make me laugh and her lavender scented baths were exquisite to be in. She impressed me by throwing out a glass vial containing a spell to vanish a horde of squid-like monsters hungry for the tastes of human flesh. They’d dissolved in an instant before the team’s very eyes. The crush I developed on her approached faster than I anticipated, enjoying a movie night where she cuddled close to make room for Bucky. She’d fallen asleep during the third movie, y/h/c brushing against my shoulder.

I became comfortable with her touch, relishing in those lingering hugs bound to make you go crazy with lust. I longed for one of her meals; she would always make one the team’s favorite dishes something that earned her a top spot on Wanda’s friendship list. In a month, I was hooked on her smile, the way her e/c sparkled with it. In the same month I wasted no time in asking her out, thrilled when she said yes.

Within five months, I wanted her to move into my room; we spent so many nights together underneath the covers whether or not we’d been having sex. Delicious, hot and tender sex. I loved having her naked body pressed against me, to wake with her head on my chest. Within a year, I longed to marry her. I planned it all out; the beach, the walk and picked out the perfect ring. She cried and accepted it. We’d celebrated with our friends, our family. This occurred a few days ago. Before the mission she went on with Natasha, Wanda, Bucky and Strange.

Before I stood here in the lounge listening to what Natasha was telling me.

“Steve? Are you listening? Did you hear what I said?” her voice cut through my thoughts. I must have zoned out through it all…or I could be in shock, refusing to believe a word she was saying.

“I’m sorry. Can you repeat it?” I said. Nat’s eyes were red and bloodshot, as if she had been crying. She sniffed, unable to halt the new flood of tears from falling down her cheeks.

“Y/N wanted to protect us. The demons were coming too fast, too hard. She held the forcefield as long as she could stand. Strange couldn’t help us. He’d been injured too severely, and Wanda had spent too much energy with the fighting. Y/N said she knew a spell to get rid of them, but it would cost…cost her something,” Nat’s voice broke and the sobs were now wracking her body.

“We didn’t know what it would cost. She wouldn’t tell us. She ordered me to tell you she loved you. Then she forced us back, letting go of the forcefield. She slammed her hands together and mouthed something none of us could decipher. Her hands flew out, the demons screamed and shrieked in pain, and then they were gone. Steve, there was an awful sound and Y/N collapsed,” she continued. My face felt wet. I swiped my cheeks with the back of my hand to discover my tears.

“Is she okay? She’s not…dead, is she?” I asked. I was afraid of the answer. That Y/N was indeed dead, that I would have to start all over to find someone. I let out a breath of relief when Nat shook her head. A sense of dread washed over me at her prolonged silence.

“What is it? Tell me. Please, Natasha,” I said. She took a deep breath before the truth was revealed.

“WE got her to safety on the jet and when she awoke…Steve…she has no memory of us,” Nat said. I sucked in a breath, immediately thrown back into all of our cherished memories.

Two Years Ago

The first time I met Y/N was when we were in a need of a specific spell to block against flesh-melting mutants. The intended to harm as many civilians as possible. Under normal circumstances, we would have gone to Strange, but he was off world at the time. Bucky and I stood outside a townhome in Manhattan. Compared to the others surrounding it, this one stood out; the bricks weren’t quite the same brown in color, but instead had a yellow metallic sheen to it.

“Are you sure this is the right address?” I asked. Bucky read it again while I checked the gate in front. I sighed and we walked up to the front door, golden in color. I knocked, half-expecting a man with horns to greet us. Instead a feminine voice called out ‘yes, how can I be of assistance?’

“Y/F/N, L/N?” I questioned.

“Yes, that’s me. Something I can do for you?” she answered.

“I’m Steve Rogers. Tony Stark called earlier asking for a spell-,” I was cut off by the door opening and a woman with Y/H/C and Y/E/C stepped out.

“to help us with the flesh-melting things,” I finished. She took my breath away and I felt a tug in my heart towards her.

“Of course. Come inside. I’ve about finished it. I have to go over the instructions about how to use it. I should go with you. You’ll need a good forcefield until you get ready to use it…” she said. She continued to explain once we stepped inside, the door shutting behind us. It was the same time I knew she could be someone I could potentially see myself with. We continued to use her assistance, becoming good friends with her and forming a strong bond to last forever.

3 Months later

“Movie night! Grab drinks, snacks, blankets and sit down,” Tony shouted. Everyone scattered and returned with their choices, scrambling to find a seat.

“Mind if I sit here?” a voice asked me. I looked up to see Y/N standing neat me, waiting for my reply. I was lost in her E/C that I forgot to say something.

“Steve?” She asked. She tilted her head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. At this, I was knocked out of my reverie.

“Uh, yes. You’re welcome to sit here,” I said. She smiled and my heart slammed so hard in my chest, I was afraid she’d hear it. She sat, asking if I wanted to share her blanket. I nodded, watching as she draped it over our legs.

“Damn. All of the good seats are taken. Can I squeeze in with you guys?” Bucky said as he walked into the lounge.

“Sure. As long as you don’t mind me being super close to you. Steve? Hello?” Y/N responded. When I didn’t respond right away, she waved her hands in front of my face to get my attention.

“I don’t mind. Snuggle in,” I squeaked out. She giggled and slid closer; one leg thrown over mine.

“You’re being weird tonight. Is everything okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” I answered, and movie night began, ending with her head on my shoulder, her even breathing fanning against my neck. Oh boy, was I in trouble?

5 Months Later

Y/N and I were together now; we had a successful first date at Coney Island, which ended with dinner at her place. She kissed me good night and the relationship bloomed from there. By the sixth date we had slept together. Y/N had initiated it, pulling me into a kiss and sliding her hands underneath my shirt. I gave in and we had explored each other’s bodies until the morning light when we laid next to each other, her arm draped over my waist, her head on my chest.

Since then, we split our nights between the compound and her townhome. Tonight, we were at the compound in my room, cuddling naked; we had finished making love and we were in the early stages of pillow talk.

“Don’t get too comfortable, now. I wouldn’t want you falling for me,” She said. I chuckled, stroking her back.

“Would that be so terrible? Falling in love?” I asked.

“Depends on who you’re asking. I like to think anyone who ends up with Strange would be in for trouble,” Y/N answered.

“What about us?” A sadness crept up in her eyes.

“I don’t know. My life span lasts a long time. Longer than most mortals. I’m not sure how long the serum in your body extends your own lifespan. I’m worried about getting hurt,” she said.

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You know that,”

“You could hurt me by dying before I’m ready to be parted from you,”

“It’s too late. I’m already in love with you,” I said. Her eyes flicked up at me and I leaned into kiss her.

“No. It’s not terrible,” she said after we broke the kiss. “I’d be crazy not to be in love with you,” she continued. I rolled Y/N over capturing her lips in another kiss. This night we’d make love until we ached all over.

1 Year Later

I paced the living room in the beach house waiting on Y/N/ Tonight would be the night, I’d propose. To ask her to be mine forever. I’d bring her down to the beach, we’d take a walk and then I’d get down on one knee.

I double checked, triple-checked to make sure I had the ring in my pocket – a gold band with an emerald cut 14 karat diamond sitting on top – and when she came out of the bedroom, we left the beach house to walk barefoot along the shore. Y/N weaved in and out of the ocean as we talked.

“Tony and Pepper are married. I think everyone knew they’d be endgame. I wonder if they’ll have any kids. I’d love to spoil them,” she said. She pulled me into the water, the waves creating a frothy pattern around our feet.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Y/N?” I said. I stopped in my tracks, getting her to face me.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I love you. I have for a while. This past year, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the future. How I want to spend it. I want to spend it with you. I have one question. One question that will change out relationship forever. Y/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” I proposed. I pulled out the box and opened it to reveal the ring. Tears welled in her eyes and she nodded.

“Yes, I would love to marry you,” she said. She stood up and I pulled her into a kiss, sliding the ring onto her finger.

“Now let’s go celebrate,” I said.

Present Day

“Where is she?” I asked. My voice shook as the realization hit home.

“We took her back to her old townhouse,” Nat said. I nodded and sat down on the couch. I held my head in my hands, letting the grief take over.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I’m so, so sorry,” she said. I could barely hear her over the buzzing in my ears. Y/N. My Y/N had lost her memory. All of it, except of who she was. All of her memories of us. Of me. Of the future we had started together. A thought occurred to me. I slowly lifted my head. There was only one thing to do. Begin again.

1 Month Later

“Hey, can I help you with those?” a familiar voice called out. I shifted the box I had been carrying onto one shoulder.

“Sure. I wouldn’t mind some help moving in,” I said.

“Perfect. I’ll grab a couple of boxes. I’m Y/N. I guess we’re going to be neighbors,” she said. She held out her hand. I took it, shaking it.

“Steve Rogers. I guess so. Don’t worry. I won’t cause too much trouble,”

“Steve Rogers, huh? Life getting to be too much at the compound?” Y/N asked. I chuckled and carded a hand through my hair.

“Only a little. I thought I could use a break from the team for a few months,”

“Understandable. Listen, I’m a warlock and if you guys ever need my help with anything, let me know,” she said.

“I’ll have to take you up on that. But for today, how about you help me finish moving in and in exchange I’ll take you out to dinner?” I asked.

“It’s a date,” Y/N accepted. Like I said. Time to begin again.

@versdan

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viltrumitesuperboy · 5 years

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Better (Bucky x Male Reader)

Your typical cheesy fic of the avengers still living in the Stark tower like everything is fine. You have been warned.

Soulmate AU.

Word count: about 2950

You found out about HYDRA when they killed your parents. They left you a small box of their possessions. On a flash drive, it held everything you needed to know about their work in S.H.I.E.L.D. You found a few contacts in their files, calling them and informing them that your parents had been killed. Natasha never picked up, but a week later, she answered and told you she wanted to meet with you.

You met at a baseball field, sitting in the stands to pretend to watch them. She informed you that you were going to train to join her in S.H.I.E.L.D., and you agreed without a second thought. She trained you herself in gyms in areas the next town over, never staying somewhere more than 3 times to keep both of you safe.

As soon as you beat her in a fight three times in a row, she smiled and informed you that she would call to get you into the organisation that would honour your parents. You quickly worked your way up the ladder because of your skills with probably every weapon they'd ever known, thanks to Natasha.

During a mission, you had a major spinal injury that required months of rest, and you were forced to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. Two years later, after learning to walk again and training the moment you could run, you were in a better position than before.

Like anyone else in this world, that also meant two more years of not being able to find your soulmate. Not everyone found their soulmates in life, but they would still find someone to love. Luckily for people like Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, they found their soulmates and were happy with their fates.

Years of hardships and bitterness led to your choice of refusing to touch someone you didn't know well. At some point, it became enough for you to shy away the moment someone got close to you. If you were fighting them, you were sure they wouldn't have been your soulmate anyway. Surely fate wouldn't allow you to suffer with someone who should be your enemy.

In those two years, you seemed to have missed quite a bit, but you knew you couldn't face any of the agents at your lowest. Some new guy had joined the team, and he had a vibranium arm, the same material as the Captain's shield. Turns out they were friends in the 40's.

Your best friend approached the Avengers tower with you in tow, your hesitant behaviour evidently showing your nervousness.

"Come on," they said. "You know that your very famous Avenger friend would like to see you again."

You bit your lip before following them into the building, allowing yourself to examine the familiar lobby.

"It really hasn't changed too much," you chuckled, following them into the elevator and riding it up.

You both made some small talk and commented on the view. The doors opened and you turned back around to face the people you once worked with.

The second you were out of the elevator, a body slammed into yours from the side in a hug.

"Smallest Avenger! It's good to see you again," Thor said, ruffling your hair with a wide smile. "And your friend!"

"I missed you too, and you know I'm not an Avenger," you laughed, returning the hug.

"Hey, I believe you both owe all of us at least a handshake."

You turned to look at Tony, a wide smile growing on your face. Thor went behind you to greet your best friend, and they ended up giving everybody a hug in record time, even the two men standing on the side. You gave Tony a handshake, which he turned into a pat on the back with his other hand. Steve gave a wave, and you did the same. You and Bruce gave each other a high-five. You asked for Clint, but he had gone out for groceries, of all things he could be doing. You turned to Natasha, unsure of how to greet her. You held your hand out, and she pushed it aside to put her arms around you, and you could feel her slight laughter from her body.

"I wish you'd contacted us sooner. I've missed you," she said quietly.

"I missed you too," you sighed, pressing your lips to her cheek before pulling back.

"And this is Bucky and Sam!" Steve announced.

You turned to see a man with wavy brown hair framing his face and a vibranium arm, along with someone who looked much more friendlier with a... not vibranium arm.

"I'm Sam Wilson," the friendlier-looking one said, holding out his hand, which you responded with a wave.

"James. Everyone calls me Bucky," the one with the metal arm said, waving his other hand when he realised you weren't going to shake it.

"(Y/N)," you greeted simply. "I can still be in S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

The others laughed and Nat grabbed your forearm, bringing you to the elevator. You waved goodbye to your best friend, and they shot you a thumbs up. It probably wasn't a great idea to leave all those wild people with your equally wild best friend, but you knew they were in good hands.

One of the hardest things for Bucky was accepting himself. He knew that it was that shithole of an organisation HYDRA that brainwashed him to hurt people, but he hated knowing that he was the one to do it. The fact that he was able to heal and regrow his relationships helped him a little bit, but his world of black and white seemed to be the only constant his entire life.

He'd met many people, but every single one he'd met, which he'd at least put his hand on their shoulder or had them touch him, didn't give him the change in his world that he wanted to see. So he gave up, but deep inside there was hope of finding love.

The first time he saw you train blew his mind. He had also gone to train, but hadn't expected anyone else to be there. When he saw you, he figured you would leave soon after he did because you were only human who had recently had an accident. Instead, he stayed there for at least an hour, and you were still there.

"How long have you been here?" Bucky said between punches on a punching bag.

"I don't know. I just keep going until I forget," you answered, punching the bag harder than he'd seen any person hit.

"And do you?" he asked.

"No."

"...I'm sorry. I understand."

"I'm sure. Read your file. I don't think even I have it as bad as you. You ever find your soulmate? It doesn't mention it."

"No."

"Same."

He chuckled, grabbing a towel and dropping onto a bench. He pat the spot next to you and you dropped down next to him.

"Sometimes you just need to rest," Bucky explained. "And don't act like your problems are less important than someone else's. I might have issues to work out, but everyone else who deals with grief needs to go through the same process. I find meditation helps a lot. Putting all your anger into training leaves you drained, so hold some of that back because you never know when you need those repressed memories. It's like that big boss that comes at the end of every movie or video game after the little guys."

"So you joke to hide your pain too, huh? Nice to know. I think we can get along," you said, turning your head just slightly to look at him. "I'll definitely try meditating. If you don't mind me joining you, I'd be glad to do so."

"Of course. Wanna get back to training?"

"Yeah."

You have never been so infuriated in your life.

First, Thor had woken you up by taking your blankets and running off with them, hiding them in someone else's room, which was the only hint he gave you. Then, when you went to eat breakfast, someone (you weren't sure who) had cooked for everyone, but Tony snatched it away just as you placed your fork onto it. You were the last to cook for yourself, which meant you had to wash the dishes because Tony was being a dick. Then you remembered that you had to go find your blankets. You took the stairs down two steps at a time to each floor.

Eventually, the only person's room you hadn't visited was Bucky's. You went to his floor and knocked on his door, which he swung open in seconds. He was only wearing a tank top and sweatpants like he did when he trained, but he looked really attractive just standing there so casually with no goal in mind.

"Uh, hey. Why are you here?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What, I can't visit my closest friend here outside of meditation hours? Well I guess I'll just have to leave," you sighed, turning to the elevator.

"No I didn't mean it like that," he laughed. "Come in."

You went in and immediately spotted your blankets sticking out of a shelf.

"There they are!" you exclaimed in relief, grabbing the sheets and hugging them to your chest. "Okay, bye."

"Wait, why was that there? I didn't even notice," Bucky said.

"I mean, hidden in plain sight, right? Thor stole my sheets to wake me up and some of the others are ganging up on me. I don't know why," you explained, putting the blankets around your shoulders and wrapping them tightly around yourself.

"If you want, we can just chill until the afternoon."

"Any good movies or shows you like to watch?"

"Honestly? Disney movies."

"Hell yeah."

He motioned for you to sit on his bed as he put in a movie. You snuggled further into your blankets as you sat back against his headboard, with him joining and sitting next to you. Sometimes you would quietly sing along to lyrics you liked (which was a lot of them) and Bucky watched you do so with the smallest smile on his face.

He had been waiting forever to let you know he was romantically interested in you. So of course, he used what he knew was a classic in this century: A Whole New World from Aladdin. Honestly, he didn't know what was running through his head. Just as he turned to look at you, you turned to him and began singing to him jokingly. He laughed as you sang the first verse, and joined in when it was Jasmine's part. At some point, it got kind of serious, and you could feel your hand inching towards his on the bed.

"A thrilling chase..."

"A wondrous place..."

"For you and-"

You and Bucky jumped apart so quickly that your elbow slammed into the headboard behind you just as the door slammed open. You let out a yelp as you held it quickly, glaring at the now open door.

"Tony! You scared me!" you complained, grabbing the blankets and hopping off the bed.

"Just needed to talk to you about something real quick."

You huffed and stood up, bunching up the blankets into your arm.

"Okay, what's up?" you asked as Tony invited himself into your room.

"Well first, thanks for letting me have your breakfast," Tony began.

"I didn't give you shit," you growled.

"Wait, I made breakfast," Bucky said.

"We have a problem. So I'm gonna need you two lovebirds to gear up. And save the kissing for later," Tony said.

"I- we weren't kissing!" you exclaimed.

"Let's go."

You waved bye to Bucky, who was standing up as well, and you left to grab your things.

Of course it was aliens. It was always aliens.

There seemed to be no end to the dozens of aliens coming out of the very large ship. Luckily it was far from human civilisation, so it was basically the Avengers' playground.

You reloaded your gun as you continued to shoot at the aliens with impeccable aim. One of them came at your left with sharp teeth ready to attack you, and you swung your arm to stab a dagger into its neck.

"Ew, this blood is like jelly."

"Hey, at least you're not covered in it," Steve said through the earpiece, and you heard a distant screech from an alien whose head he had cut off.

Your area was cleared and you quickly looked around to see if anything else was coming. Just a few trees away, you saw Bucky in close combat with one of the larger aliens. Another one was approaching behind him, and you ran to shoot at it. It dodged the bullet and snarled, reaching Bucky and raising its arm to swipe at him.

"Bucky!" you shouted.

You shoved him out of the way and took the blow on the side, crying out and falling to your knees. He grabbed its head and smashed it into the other's, shoving them to the side with his superhuman force.

"(Y/N)'s down," he said shakily. "Hey, what... is that... blood?"

He had you roll over to your side to prevent more bleeding and inspected the wounds. It seemed different, and when he glanced around quickly, everything else had changed from its original black and white, as others called it. Thor shouted something to everyone else and covered for both of you.

"(Y/N)? Stay with me. I don't want to lose you and I just found out you're my soulmate. Please, please," he said quietly. "Can you hear me?"

Your eyes darted to his and you nodded, the smallest movement. He picked you up from the side that wasn't hurt and began to run to the jet they came on.

"I'm taking him back to the jet."

"Noted," Tony said.

Once he reached the jet, you were breathing heavily as he placed you down. He took some cloth and wrapped it around your body where your wounds were, pulling just a little tighter to stop the blood.

"You know, I hate being trained to not be in shock. I just feel so much pain right now," you tried to joke but panted when you tried laughing.

"Hey, stop that. You'll be fine. Steve said we're almost done, so they wouldn't mind if we stayed here. Just hang in there, okay? Bruce will look at you and you'll be fine," Bucky rushed out, holding onto the hand you held out to him.

"That was probably the worst way to find out we were soulmates, huh?" you asked.

"Better late than never. You'll be okay. Just stick with me."

After a few moments of him trying to talk to you and you just nodding or shaking your head or smiling, the Avengers got into the jet, Bruce quickly taking a look at you as Tony began to fly back to the Avengers Tower. You started to close your eyes, the voices of the others and Bucky shaking your arm lulling you to sleep.

When you opened your eyes, it was just a little too bright and you shut your eyes again. You opened them when you felt your eyes had adjusted. You looked down at your body, then to a hand grasping yours.

"Buck," you said quietly, and his head shot up from his other arm.

"Oh my god. Hey, how are you feeling, any pain still? They stitched you up," he mumbled, his hand reaching for a glass of water to give you.

"Just a little bit. Thank you, Bucky," you said, giving him a small smile and taking a long sip. "And how are you doing? You probably look worse than I do."

His red eyes and nose, his messy hair, and the bags under his eyes gave it away.

"How long have I been here?" you asked him. "How long have you been here?"

"Ever since after the surgery like two days ago," he admitted, looking away because he knew you wouldn't have wanted that.

"Bucky."

"I know, I just wanted you to be safe. I'll go back to taking care of myself or whatever after this, okay? But you need rest and you need to be safe, so I had to stay until you were awake."

"Thank you, Bucky. You mean so much to me, so I'm just glad you're safe."

"You do too, shut up."

You both chuckled, yours much weaker than his. You lifted the arm that wasn't hurt and cupped his face with it.

"Would it be bad to ask you for a kiss?"

He smiled, standing up and leaning over to give you a peck on the forehead.

"You missed, Buck."

"I didn't. Maybe we can kiss when you're better. I don't want our first kiss to be in a hospital bed."

Your smile widened in humour and you nodded.

"Okay. Go tell the others I'm awake and then I'm gonna go back to sleep," you told him.

"They're already on their way," he said. "We have an AI for a reason."

"You go take a shower and eat something first. You can come back in time," you said, holding his hand and squeezing just a little. "And I'm glad you're my soulmate. Really. I wouldn't have anyone else."

"Me too. We can learn the names of colours together later. I'll be back soon."

He gave you a kiss on your knuckles and left the room, allowing two of the Avengers in. The first thing they did, of course, was ask if you guys were dating, and you smiled, excited for what would come.

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skepticraven · 4 years

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Dear Trump Fans,

I keep hearing you say that Trump has done so much for America but you never elaborate on that, even when I ask you to. So, I’m asking again & my question is simple. What has he done that you think is so great? Aside from insulting people you don’t like, I just don’t see any achievements. This is what I do see:

-Trump didn't end the overseas wars like he promised. Instead, he got us involved in Syria. And he has nearly started a couple new wars with Iran & North Korea

- It seems you don't have your giant, waste-of-money wall. You have a small amount of fencing that anyone could cross should they want to. And Mexico won't EVER pay for it. Now, I’m fine with no wall but you shouldn’t be.

- Trump is trying to cut the CDC budget by almost 20% amidst a pandemic.

- Trump fired the pandemic response team last year.

- Trump is already saying he wants everyone back to work by Easter & all of the churches full on Easter- except every doctor & all his medically educated advisors are advising Trump against that. The cases of coronavirus are still increasing rapidly. Sending people back into such close proximity to one another will only inflame the problem, increasing the number of infected & dead tenfold.

-Trump has violated the emoluments clause of the constitution by failing to put his assets in a blind trust & thus is charging foreign leaders & American politicians inflated prices to stay at his hotels to win his favor & get private access to the president since he goes there all the time

- Trump is guilty of blatant nepotism. For example, he appointed Jared Kushner to negotiate peace in the middle east, handle diplomacy with China & Mexico, address the opioid epidemic, manage the wall construction process, etc. Jared isn't qualified for any of that, he only has that job because he bones Trump's daughter. Jared wouldn’t be qualified to manage a Pizza Hut. He was born rich and has done nothing but lose billions when he landed in his father job because his father went to prison for tax evasion, witness tampering, & illegal campaign contributions.

- Trump, who claims to be tough on terrorism, signed a multi-billion dollar weapons deal with Saudi Arabia RIGHT AFTER they murdered & dismembered an American journalist. Not to mention the genocide they were waging in Yemen. There is a reason that 80% of the 9/11 terrorist were from Saudi Arabia.

- Trump has eliminated funding for programs that work to de-radicalize people in extremist groups/organizations & help them escape that life.

- Trump cut his own taxes & that of his rich buddies & corporations BY 40%. Due to all the tax loopholes & shady financial dealings (like equity swapping or offshore tax havens) which the wealthiest Americans & corporations do, they already historically weren't paying anywhere near the marginal tax rate they should be on paper. Trump cut the corporate marginal tax rate from 35% to 21%. So after the loopholes & their shady bullshit, they're very likely paying a lower effective tax rate than you are. Thanks to Trump, many paid no income taxes at all in 2018 like Amazon, Netflix, Chevron, IBM, Delta Airlines, General Motors, Whirlpool, Goodyear Tires, etc.

-Trump promised to reduce the deficit but he has actually raised it by a lot. When you decrease the amount of taxes coming in that drastically & you increase government spending that much, the deficit is going to increase. The Caronavirus situation has only exacerbated that problem but the problem was already there.

-Trump pulled out of the Iran deal, solely because Obama did it. And Mr. Art of the Deal did not even try to negotiate a new deal.

- This great healthcare Trump promised hasn't happened. Less people have insurance now than when Trump first took office. Drug prices have only gone up. There have be cuts to Medicaid as well.

-Trump appointed a judge who clearly lied to congress & whom likely sexually assaulted someone. Why Trump did not pick a different conservative judge to nominate, I will never understand.

- Trump cut all the social safety net programs that help the poor & disabled: SSI Disability, Food Stamps, Medicaid, HUD, etc.

- Like it or not, Trump was technically impeached. He just wasn’t removed from office by the Senate because there are a bunch of scared Republicans who are too scared to do or say anything against Trump. Tribalism saved him. That’s it. Because he admitted on national television that he talked about Biden & his son on that phone call- you can even see the exact moment when he realizes he shouldn’t have said that. So, he did do what he was accused of.

-His administration is a revolving door of hiring & firing/quitting. Trump said he knew the best people so why would he need to fire so many of them? Think about how many people have come & gone. These are just some of the big names who left the administration but there are WAY MORE than I am listing: Rex Tillerson, Mike Pompeo, Scott Pruitt, Steve Bannon, John Bolton, Jeff Sessions, John Kelly, Anthony Scaramucci, Reince Priebus, Sean Spicer, Sarah Sanders, James Mattis, Rick Perry, Nikki Haley, Dan Coats, Alexander Acosta, Scott Gottlieb, Bill Shine, Tom Price, H.R. McMaster, Ryan Zinke, Mick Mulvaney, James Comey, Sebastian Gorka, Omarosa Newman, Gary Cohn, Don McGahn, Rod Rosenstein, Michael Flynn, Sally Yates, Tom Homan, Ty Cobb, Tom Bossert, K.T. McFarland, Rob Porter, Dina Powell, Rick Dearborn, Matthew Whittaker, Ezra Cohen-Watnick, Hope Hicks, Brenda Firtzgerald, Rob Snyder, Michael Dubke, Sean Doocey, etc.

-This is kind of a minor point but it does illustrate Trump’s hypocrisy. Trump criticized Obama for golfing so much & then Trump turns around & plays 2.6 times more golf than Obama in his first 2 years and 91 days & has cost the tax payer an estimated $74 million more than Obama.

- Does it ever embarrass you how little Trump knows about anything? Ever notice how he never goes in depth talking about anything? Its all vague because he doesn’t know enough about healthcare or the Iran Deal or climate change to address it in any kind of depth. You still see that idiocy spill out regardles. During an interview for SiriusXM’s P.O.T.U.S. channel, Trump said that former President Andrew Jackson was angry about the Civil War. The only problem is, Jackson couldn’t have been angry about the war. He died in 1845. The Civil War was in 1861. Another example would be during a call with Canada’s prime minister, Justin Trudeau, Trump claimed Canada burned down the White House during the War of 1812. Canada didn’t exist as a country until 1867. That was the British... Trump also claimed General John J. Pershing dealt with Muslim terrorists by shooting them with bullets dipped in pig’s blood. That did not happen. The story began circulating the internet around the September 11 terrorist attacks. Apparently Trump believed it was factual, talking about it during his 2016 presidential campaign & again after a terror attack in Barcelona. Then, speaking to the conservative radio host Hugh Hewitt, Trump confused the Quds Force, a unit of Iran’s Revolutionary Guard, with the Kurds, the minority group battling ISIS in northern Iraq (who he would later abandoned). Maybe that confusion could be forgiven for an average Joe but if you’ president, you need to know stuff like that (especially given the region these two groups are in). Hence why most presidents study political science, law, or economics in college or at least, they bother to read up on this stuff. But Trump doesn’t really read. The only book he claims to have read was a biography about Andrew Jackson whom, he thought was mad about a war that happened 16 years after his death & he also seems to have missed the whole Trail of Tears thing.

- By pulling out of the Iran Nuclear Deal & the Paris Climate Accord, Trump has isolated us from our allies. Our word means nothing anymore. And who can blame them for being pissed? Whether Iran has a nuclear weapon effect more than just us. Given the size of our nation, our refusal to take the looming threat of climate change seriously is a detriment to the entire world that can & likely will have devastating consequences for everyone. Furthermore, Trump trash talks our closest allies & has placed tariffs on nearly all of them. For example:

AUSTRALIA: Shortly after taking office, Trump reportedly berated then-Australian Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull over an agreement between the U.S. and Australia involving refugee resettlement.

CANADA: Trump also attacked Canadian President Justin Trudeau as “meek, mild, dishonest, & weak” during a conversation on trade at the G7 summit in 2018. He also threatened to withhold the U.S.’s signature from a joint communique from the meeting over the feud. Trudeau he also found it “insulting” that tariffs were placed on Canada under a rarely invoked law that allows levies to be placed on a country in the interest of national security. Since when is Canada a national security threat?

DENMARK: Trump also went after Denmark’s Prime Minister Mette Frederiksen after she refused to sell him Greenland. She called the idea “absurd,” & Trump referred to her as “nasty & inappropriate.” The people that live there don’t want to become American. You can’t just buy a country on whim. Greenland belongs to Denmark but its semi-autonomous.

FRANCE: Trump threatened to slap tariffs on French wine & called French President Emmanuel Macron “foolish” after he signed a digital services tax on tech companies making at least 750 MILLION EUROS annually, a figure which meant U.S.-based tech giants like Apple, Google, Facebook & Amazon would be included.

GERMANY: Trump has had a particularly tumultuous relationship with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. The president has repeatedly threatened Germany with auto tariffs, saying if companies like BMW and Mercedes wanted to sell cars in the U.S., they should build them in the country. German Chancellor Angela Merkel on Friday criticized President Donald Trump's tweets about four Democratic congresswomen of color telling them to go back to where they came from. She said that the president's tweets contradict "the strength of America." "I distance myself firmly from this & feel solidarity with the women who were attacked," Merkel said. (Canada’s prime minister, Justin Trudeau also criticized Trump for the same thing).

JAPAN: Trump has lamented the U.S.’s responsibility to defend Japan if attacked, saying the alliance between Washington & Tokyo is uneven. Trump has also threatened Japan with auto tariffs, though it announced in May it was delaying any levies for six months.

MEXICO: President Trump has repeatedly torn into Mexico, slamming it on trade but focusing much of his ire on the country over immigration. Trump has threatened America’s southern neighbor with tariffs over its alleged inaction in working to stem the flow of undocumented migrants in the U.S. And let’s face it, he doesn’t exactly talk about the Mexican people in the nicest way and stroked racial tensions.

SWEDEN: President Trump feuded with Swedish Prime Minister Stefan Löfven after American rapper A$AP Rocky was detained in Sweden & charged with assault following a June incident in Stockholm. Apparently Kanye West told Trump about it. 🙄 The rapper was ultimately released in & returned to the U.S AFTER he was convicted & had to pay a fine (plus time served).

UNITED KINGDOM: While Trump has bashed the United Kingdom over trade practices, threatening tariffs on one of the U.S.’s closest allies to rectify what he sees as an imbalance, he has directed much of his criticism toward the country’s handling of Brexit. He also attacked the UK's National Health Service, claiming it is "going broke & not working." That’s not true but its not really his business either way. Trump is so disliked in the UK that at one point, 75,000 protestors gathered in central London’s Trafalgar Square to protest U.S. President Trump’s visit to the U.K

SOUTH KOREA: The Trump administration is reportedly demanding South Korea pay 400% more for U.S. troops in the region- despite the fact that having a base in South Korea is essential as much for us as it is for them. We need a base near North Korea should we ever have to attack. Maybe raising it some is reasonable but raising anything 400% overnight is a little absurd.

I see failure & corruption in Trump. I see a danger to America. Feel free to try to change my mind.

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delicatelyherdreams · 6 years

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Seeing Stars

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You loved your soulmark but the problem was you could never find its twin. Only when a new guys shows up at work do you find any hope at finding the one. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: language; partial nudity?

Word Count: 2346

“(y/n), I’d like to introduce you to—”

“Captain America!” you squealed, running forward to shake the man’s hand. “Oh my God, it is such an honor to actually meet you!”

Steve Rogers, the man himself there in the flesh, laughed boisterously. “It’s nice to meet you too. I hear you’re a sort of a big shot here.”

You flushed. “No, I’m really not. Coulson’s lying.”

Phil grinned from his spot besides Steve. “I am not. (y/n) here is one of our top field and undercover agents. If you ever need a job done, she’s your gal.” He turned to face the hero. “She’s currently stationed and living in the Avengers’ Tower, so I expect that you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”

You shrugged. “He probably will. I literally have no social life outside of work so I’ll be around.”

Steve chuckled. “Well, (y/n), I hope we’ll become fast friends.”

“Oh I’m counting on it,” you said, shooting him a cheeky grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up. It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“And you.”

You spared him one last smile before turning on your heel to walk back to your office.

“Wait!” Steve called out suddenly from behind you.

You paused in your step and turned to look at him over your shoulder, a confused frown etched on your face. “What is it?”

His face was white and his eyes were glued on your right leg at the spot just behind your knee. “Wh-What is that?” he asked in a shuddering voice.

Your gaze flickered down to see what he was referring to and frowned. The only thing on your leg was a little mark, your soulmark to be precise, in the shape of a small blue star right behind your knee. “It’s my soulmark,” you responded simply before a teasing smirk crept across your lips. “Why? Do you or someone you know have its twin?” you teased lightly.

“I-I...” he stuttered before slowly closing his mouth. “No, I don’t.”

You shrugged, purposely annoying the little part of you whose hopes had just been dashed. “I figured so. But hey, give me a call if you ever find them!” You shot the captain one more smile before slipping back into your office and buckling in to do the daily work.

But, unbeknownst to you, Steve did know who had the small star’s twin. He hadn’t seen that mark in a long, long time, but it was painfully familiar to him. After all, his best friend had had the exact same blue star in the exact same place. But he had died over seventy years ago. How was Steve going to tell you that your soulmate was dead long before you were born?

The answer: he wasn’t. Instead, he was going to befriend you, get to know the woman his friend was supposed to be with, and help ease the pain of being alone. He too had lost his soulmate to time and bad luck, and he knew how bad it would hurt you to find out the one was dead.

And so, he chose to befriend you.

You both would go out for short coffee dates in the morning and late night McDonald’s runs at ten til midnight. You’d help him catch up on pop culture and what he’d missed by hosting Netflix marathons and he’d hold your hair back if you’d had just a little too much to drink at a club. You two grew really close in a relatively short amount of time. It even got to the point where you could finish each other’s sentences if you really tried.

You told him everything and he did the same with you.

So when his best friend from the 40′s made a miraculous reappearance and moved into Avengers’ Tower, you were the first he went to tell.

Steve couldn’t believe it at first. Bucky was alive and (sorta) well, even after all this time. And with Bucky being alive, he knew that he would need to meet you, the girl whose mark matched his. He couldn’t tell you who you were to each other. No, he figured that that would be something the two of you needed to find out for yourselves, but he didn’t think it would hurt to give you both that little nudge in the right direction.

You were in your office on the tenth floor when Steve introduced you two.

You were swamped with work, trying to catch up on some reports that had gone unfinished from your last few missions when you heard the faint knock on your door. “Come in!” you called, not even glancing up from your paperwork.

The door opened with a quiet click and two figures entered the room.

Steve smiled at you. “Heya, (y/n).”

You looked up at the familiar voice and grinned brightly. “Steven! To what do I owe the pleasure of your surprise visit?” you asked patronizingly. Your eyes wandered behind the super soldier towards the large man behind him who seemed to be trying to disappear into the wall behind him.

He was around Steve’s height, but the two couldn’t be any more different. Where Steve was blonde and had his hair closely cropped, the man had longer chocolate brown hair that hung just below his chin. Where Steve was somewhat tanned from his time out in the field, the man was pale with dark circles under his eyes. Where Steve was clean shaven, the man had the beginnings of a beard making its appearance in the form of stubble on his jaw. You had to admit that, in a rugged and mysterious kind of way, he was quite attractive.

“(y/n), I’d like you to meet my friend,” Steve said pulling the man forward by his upper arm. He swung him so he was standing in between you and your friend on broad display. “This is Bucky. Bucky, this is that friend I was telling you about, (y/n).”

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered slightly up towards you, their nervous gaze fluttering around your face. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said in a quiet and small voice.

You nodded in response, a smile covering your lips. “You too, Bucky. I can’t wait to get to know you better. Any friend of Steve’s is a friend of mine.”

A soft smile crossed his lips and he nodded his head. “

Over the next few months, you and Bucky grew closer much to both yours and Steve’s delight.

You found joy in Bucky’s company. Granted, it took you a little bit of time to bring him out of his shell, but when you did, you couldn’t be any more pleasantly surprised. The man was funny. Like, really funny. He always had a joke at the ready that was usually some form of an arm pun. You pretended to be annoyed by it, but really you found it endearing. He was also quite kind and attentive, nothing like how you had expected an ex-HYDRA assassin to be like. Slowly but surely the two of you grew close, much closer than you and Steve even.

But beneath the surface of your blossoming friendship, there was something else; something deeper. You didn’t even realize it was there until one fateful day when he had gotten seriously hurt on a mission.

Sitting there at his bedside, his hand encased in yours, you could feel your heart shattering at the thought of losing him. It was then, in the darkness of that hospital room, that you realized that there was a small but decent chance you had developed feelings for him.

And it was at that moment that you were faced with an impossible situation. In this world, a world where soulmates existed, dating was almost unnecessary. People just waited around for their soulmate to appear and then the two would be together for life. Bucky had to have a soulmate out there somewhere, and he belonged with her. You couldn’t imagine dating somebody else’s soulmate and stealing that away from them. You’d be angry if someone dated your soulmate and so you refused to do that to anybody else.

You couldn’t help the way you were feeling, but you could stifle it. From that day on, you vowed to be his friend and his friend only.

And so friends you were.

When he got out of the hospital you found yourselves over in each others’ apartments in the tower quite often. Some days you’d come home from work to see him sitting on your bed with a book and others he’d find you lying in the middle of his floor fast asleep.

That day, it was his turn to find you in his room.

You didn’t even bother to knock as you barged into his room. “Buckyyyyy,” you whined as you entered. “Steve’s being mean again and I—” Your voice caught in the back of your throat as you saw him.

He had his back turned to you and he was wet. His damp hair clung to the sides of his face as he looked back over his shoulder at you at you. Little beads of water covered his face and his bare torso. Down a little further, a towel was wrapped loosely and low on his hips, only just covering the goods completely. He was stark white and shocked and he had every right to be. After all, you had just walked in on him getting out of the shower.

You blanched. “Shit! Oh my God, Bucky! I’m sorry I didn’t—” You stopped short as your eyes trailed over his body, halting when they locked on a spot right behind his knee.

A spot where a tiny blue star sat; perfectly etched into his skin and painfully familiar.

His soulmark.

Your soulmark.

Your jaw slackened.

Bucky’s eyes were trained on your face as multiple emotions filled his features: shock, embarrassment, and concern being among the mixture. “(y/n)? You okay?” he asked in a surprisingly steady voice. You had to admire his calm demeanor. If you were in his position you would be a blushing and flustered mess..

Your eyes snapped up, losing their lock on his mark and you began to stutter unintelligibly. “I-I-I... Y-You! Star!”

He frowned. “What?” He scanned the look on your face and followed your gaze down to the spot on his knee. “Oh, that? S’nothing. Just my soulmark,” he said with a shrug.

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you sputtered. “Bucky!” you shouted, excitement creeping into your voice as you hiked up your pant leg and turned so he could see the matching mark printed on your skin.

His eyes wandered down towards the area you were indicating, sparking with recognition at the sights of you identical mark. His face melted into shock. “No way...”

“Bucky!” you shouted again, glee seeping into your voice. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and hug him tightly, never letting go.

He stared at you dumbstruck. “Th-That’s not possible. She... You would’ve died years ago. I’m not...” he trailed off, his voice growing smaller in his disbelief.

“Bucky, we match,” you said as you let your excitement creep into your words. “You’re my soulmate! The marks don’t lie! I just can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner. I should’ve known!” You were on the verge of laughter now, the joy of finding your soulmate getting to your head.

Bucky was still in a stunned silence, his eyes staring at your soulmark intensely.

You breathed a laugh. “So where do we go from here?”

That question seemed to snap him out of his daze and he looked up. “Um, well, the first step is for you to get out so I can get some clothes on,” he said, shifting his towel so it was a little higher up on his waist.

You felt the blood rush to your face as you remembered his severe lack of clothing. “O-Oh. Right. Well, I’ll just be waiting outside then.”

He laughed, the sound making your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. “You do that, (y/n).”

You quickly scampered out off his room and shut the door behind you. Leaning against the wall, you bit your lip in a smile and closed your eyes.

You found him. You never, in all your years of searching, thought you would, and the ecstasy running through your veins was overwhelming. You couldn’t describe the joy you were feeling right then. The man you had developed feelings for was the man you were meant to be with.

Moments later, the door opened and Bucky emerged fully clothed and dried. “(y/n)...” he said slowly, his voice hopeful but hesitant.

“Bucky,” you responded. “Look, I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to be a part of, but I’ve been waiting to find you and now that I have I—”

“(y/n),” he said again cutting you off. He hung his head and his shoulders shook in silent laughter. “I never thought I’d actually have a soulmate to be with, especially after being kept the same for seventy years. I would’ve thought that my soulmate was dead for sure. And if not dead, she’d be old, married, and not able to be with me,” he said, bringing his gaze up to meet your eyes. “But, here you are.”

You chuckled. “Here I am.” You hesitated before reaching out and taking his hand. “And I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

He squeezed your hand back gently. “I’ve been looking for you too, and I’m so happy I’ve finally found you.”

You hummed as you smiled up at him. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” you asked as you looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He chuckled. “Come here, doll,” he said opening his arms to embrace you.

You didn’t have to be told twice.

And it was that moment right there that began a beautiful relationship.

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just-another-robin · 4 years

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To Love Others And To Be Loved • Stucky

Title is a lyric from Mowgli’s Road by MARINA. (The song gives me like Tony Stark vibes.)

- As a quick author’s note this story is unedited. I’m sorry for any grammar, spelling mistakes or any inconsistencies. Also this is kinda angsty. It’s set during/after Endgame but doesn’t follow the canon too much. Also blue text represents a flash back. I’m not too confident with these characters so sorry if it’s ooc.

Summary: After the death of Iron Man, someone needed to make a public announcement as to what happened. Who better than Steve Rogers?

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“Tony Stark is a good man. He’s had several set backs and instead of letting past traumas turn him into a distorted version of himself, he stayed true to his beliefs and values. That’s something I know some other heroes may have trouble doing the same thing.” Steve took a deep breath and looked to the side, staring at Tony’s closed casket.

“He was always there to make some sort of joke. Even though me and Tony didn’t always see eye-to-eye, I just know he had a heart of gold. Whenever he entered your life, things seemed to get better. To say he was the smartest man alive almost seems like a disservice, he was so much more and will continue to be.” He made a curt nod and walked off the right side of the stage, behind curtains.

Steve was over emotional. He was born that way, but after being pushed into the 2000s, he learnt to act unbothered. How to become the man he was today. He was the leader of a team, he couldn’t go out crying whenever they lost someone, it’s just not how being a superhero worked.

But when Steve saw all of his friends standing there, not saying much but offering their support, he started to bawl.

It’s almost devastating to see someone you normally perceive as so strong just break down and cry. It kinda startled Peter Parker but he didn’t mention it. He wasn’t sure what to say.

Although it was a somber occasion, Bucky had a small smile on his face. He most likely trying to comfort Steve more so than actually showing how he really felt. “C’mere, Stevie.”

And Steve all but fell into Bucky’s arms. He took a deep breath and slowly stopped his crying.

Bucky was alive and smiling. He shouldn’t be crying, this is exactly what Tony wanted. For people to get their loved ones back.

Steve felt one of the Avengers lightly pat his back.

“It’ll be okay, Captain Rogers.” T’Challa says. “Are you alright with the press coming now?”

Steve takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Uh, just a second please.”

“Take your time.”

Steve makes eye contact with Bucky. Blue eyes staring into blue eyes. And Steve’s mind wanders from the current situation.

God, both Steve and Bucky have seen some shit. And Steve doesn’t even know half what Bucky’s seen. But they’ve always been connected at the hip, wether they decided to talk or not, it would seem like they knew everything about each other.

“You can send in the reporters.” Steve took a deep breath.

Bucky still had his one arm around Steve’s waist. “You can do this.”

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It took only a few months for Steve to realize the world may not be as bad as it seemed before he went under the ice.

The next July, Captain America was asked if he’d walk the parade at Pride. Obviously he said yes. It wasn’t because Tony said it would be good for the world to see him as an actual human but, because he could easily remember sitting up during late nights and how Bucky would constantly stay by his side.

From what Steve understood, it was an act of friendship on Bucky’s part. Yet, Steve found himself starting to feel more for Bucky. For him the list of people he was romantically interested had gotten longer to include Bucky into the list.

He never put a title on himself. So he felt as if their was nothing to hide. When it comes to hiding, Steve always felt like nothing good come from it. He was a firm believer that everything could be talked out. (Or worse comes to worse; he’d fight tooth and nail for his beliefs.) He also knew that not hiding could be a problem.

His sexuality wasn’t really questioned in the 40’s. It was just assumed. In the 2000s, people were curious about the personal lives of their favourite heroes. Steve’s sexuality came into question a few times but he just didn’t answer. He didn’t know what he felt or who he was at that time.

—

“Buck?” Steve whispered in his friends ear.

“Yeah?” He responded pulling Steve slightly closer.

“Thanks.” Steve smiles a bit. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Before the cameras come in, can I kiss you?”

Bucky smiled and pulled away from the embrace slightly. “Took you long enough, punk.”

Steve gently grabbed Bucky’s face and kissed him. If Steve were able to have an outside view of this moment, he would most likely mention the similarities to the V-J Day photo. Instead this photo was World War Two veterans, celebrating that the other is alive. A more tragic story, but a similar story none the less.

And Bucky, was racking his brain trying to remember nights when Steve would be upset and all Bucky could think to do was hold him tight and promise he’d always be there. It started shortly after Steve’s mother passed away. Both men felt absolutely helpless (both for different reasons) and from there, he learnt that Steve needed reassurance that he was loved and everything will be okay.

Bucky also knew that now Steve was a leader, not to many people would offer the reassurance he needed.

“Steve there’s cam-“ Dr. Strange started before Pepper places a hand on his shoulder, telling him to shut up without words.

Behind them someone (Most likely Scott) hoots and Steve pulls away.

“Captain Rogers!” One of the reporters yells. “Can you tell us about your relationship?”

“Today is not about me. It’s about celebrating Tony.”

“Mr. Rogers!” Someone else yelled. “How will the Avengers cope?”

“Well, it’s a difficult loss. We’ll all miss him but it’s important to remember he wanted us to have our lives and loved ones. He was a true hero.”

“We all will.” Thor speaks from behind Steve. “But we’ll carry on. Our emotions won’t stop us from the important part of our work.”

“The Avengers sadly lost amazing people but, we all knew the stakes. Natasha Romanoff was also sadly lost. Awhile ago she refused a public ceremony so, we won’t say much more than announcing her passing.”

The next day, the newspaper publish photos of that kiss with a caption saying something along the lines of: ‘Captain America finds comfort in partner’s arms at funeral.’ It wouldn’t be easy to find. ‘Cause it wasn’t that important. The loss of a legend is.

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amberandmetal · 5 years

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Thoughts on Endgame

Spoilers under the cut

Let’s start with the negatives to get it out of the way, yeah?

I can not believe they didn’t fix the travesty that was Loki’s death in IW. That big of a character? That character arc? A character that was only supposed to be a one movie villain yet became one of the most beloved characters of the entire MCU? You fully expect us to believe that the end of such an amazing character would be going at Thanos with a dagger and being killed off in the beginning of a movie? Like he was nothing? Insulting to Loki, insulting to the fans.

I can understand why they killed Nat instead of Clint, although I was fuming during that scene, I did not cry one bit, I was that pissed off. And yeah maybe the patriarchy has made me bitter and resentful but all I could think of was “You really gonna do that? Kill off the only female Avenger of the original 6?” and especially after how they have treated her character, giving her a new personality every movie. It didn’t feel right. Would’ve made more sense (to me at least) for Hawkeye to take the plunge and for Nat to dissappear at the end of the movie, just leaving never to be heard of again. It feels more in line with their characters. But maybe that’s just me.

Thor. Don’t even get me started on the dumpsterfire that is Thor’s character. Up until Ragnarök he was consistent, he made sense. Then ragnarök came and turned both Thor and Loki into cartoons, a character development that made no sense. And now the Russos finished Taika’s work by putting the final nail in Thor’s characterisation coffin by making him a parody of himself. And also, I am deeply dissapointed in the MCU for turning obesity into a joke. “Look, a fat Thor, how funny, ha-ha.” Oh, and let’s not forget that apparently panic attacks are comedy gold as well. Thor is not this cartoon comic relief and I will deny anything Thor related post-AOU until my dying day.

They fucking screwed Banner in much the same way. They turned him into a buffon and a comic relief.

I actually had a feeling Steve would find a way back into the 40′s and settle down with Peggy. And even though I think that’s a perfect ending for him, to finally get what he wanted (because yeah Steggy is canon, Peggy is the love of Steve’s life, and Stucky and Stony are fanon, get it straight (badum-tss) people/ sincerely a Stony shipper), it raises way too many questions about the timelines. If Steve stayed with Peggy then wouldn’t that create a different timeline because even though a second Steve would still get woken from the ice in 70 years, there is Peggy and the husband and children she never had that she in the “normal” timeline already had. And if so then our Steve is in a different timeline so how tf did he end up in the “normal” timeline all those years later, like an old man. How did he swap timelines? Or does the Russos have another explanation for what happened with Steve’s time fiddling?

Tony’s death. I still haven’t cried about it because it’s so surreal. It’s like my heart mind won’t accept it. I love how they gave him the final line from the first Iron man movie as his last one ever, but it still.. yeah I can’t really go into it because I haven’t fully processed it yet. Joe Russo being a doctor in CATWS and now he was a survivor in group? Are we supposed to think it’s the same character? He didn’t act like it? Like what was that?

And for all of you complaining about how “Steve would never leave Bucky behind”, did you not catch on when Bucky said “I’m going to miss you”? I mean clearly Steve would not do something like this without talking it through with Bucky first and I can imagine Steve asked if Bucky wanted to do the same, and Bucky refusing. He has suffered way more trauma than Steve, plus a dude with a metal arm in the forties? Schyeah, no. And yeah, Steve did say to Sam that he “got to thinking” or something like that, like the decision was made when he was already back there, but maybe that’s just something he says to Sam. You don’t think Sam would feel hurt or left out if he found out Steve had planned on doing this without telling him? And Bucky fucking knew. Or else he wouldn’t have told Sam to “Come on, go on” to go over to Steve, otherwise Bucky would have fucking gone first. He wasn’t surprised. So either they talked about it beforehand, or they didn’t because they didn’t have to, but Bucky knew.

And lastly my thoughts on the time line conundrum: So let’s call the standard timeline timeline 1, and our original Steve for Steve 1. So Steve 1 goes back in time to be with Peggy, creating Timeline 2 (so the Sam and Bucky he goes to visit shouldn’t be Timeline 1 Sam and Bucky but Timeline 2 Sam and Bucky, but somehow he skipped?), how does this work when Steve 2 gets brought back from the ice and goes to find Peggy, who in this timeline is married to Steve 1? And then when Steve 2 inevitably finds himself in the same Endgame scenario as Steve 1 had done, he will go back in time in Timeline 2. Will that create a Timeline 3 and so on and so forth to eternity? Or will he find himself a.k.a Steve 1 already there with Peggy at the moment where Timeline 1 broke off into Timeline 2?... This is giving me a headache and needs it’s own individual post..

Okay now let’s get to the good stuff

I love my blue queen. Nebula is just amazing. And I love how they brought Gamora back because this Gamora who hadn’t left Thanos and joined the GOTG yet will just bring so much to the next GOTG movie and I am HERE FOR IT.

The scene where everyone came back. Do I need to say more? Best fucking scene in the entire MCU. I cried like full on ugly crying, with the noises and shaking and “fuckfuckfuck what is going on onscreen, everything is blurry!” So powerful.

Our all female attack group to help Danvers get through the masses of alien scum (hell yeah, I’m biased). My heart literally exploded into sunshine and rainbows.

This deserves two bulletpoints. The female badassery!

Steve-motherfucking-Rogers picking up Mjölnir. Steve-motherfucking-Rogers is hella worthy.

The cinematography is just insane.

How wellmade the scenes in 2012 were? All the new scenes and angles we got to see and just, wow.

They managed to keep all these different timelines, stories and characters in time with each other in a way that it didn’t feel scattered and it all made sense.

Peter being a flailing potato teenager when he came back and the look on Tony’s face.

Morgan Stark.

Stan Lee’s cameo.

Tony getting some closure with Howard.

Pepper Potts kicking ass and taking names in her own suit.

Rocket being a sassmaster (as well as Nebula “Watch out. There’s an idiot on the landsite.”)

The reconcileation between Cap and Tony. (Still lamenting the absence of the hug we all deserved but hey, what u gonna do?)

Valkyrie on her fucking winged horse, oh my fucking god I think the last hetero in me went belly up at that moment.

Carol- fucking- Danvers.

Frigga.

Tony checking out Steve’s ass. “That is America’s ass”

The Steve x Steve fight? New kink activated, just saying.

I’m sure there are more points and I will update this when I think of them, but this is what I got so far. And even though there’s a lot that pissed me off I am still very much happy with it and just in awe. I’m sad but.. yeah this was a good ending.

#Avengers endgame #Avengers: endgame #aeg #avengers 4 #MCU #thor #loki #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #tony stark #steve rogers #mine

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