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hopeless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, tony stark. oc warnings: kidnap, torture, reader is threatened, rejection, ANGST about: request! “where bucky nd reader have a big argument nd then she storms out in the middle of the night leading to her being kidnapped. Then the whole time she thinks bucky isn't coming for her due to the fight” a/n: phew this took a hot minute. my longest fic. do not like the ending, but i hope you enjoy!!

bucky’s smile is wide as he observes you flit about your room, a silly twinkle in his eyes while they observe your exaggerated thinking gesture, obviously dramatic in your search for his next book to read. he leans against your wall, amused by your pulled features as they contemplate two different books: one red and well-loved and one blue and weathered.

“hmm, do you want something sad and romantic that has lines that make me doubt that i’ll ever find love,” you begin, raising the blue book higher. “or something classic and sweet and scary?” you continue, shaking the red one.

“how could you doubt you’ll find love?” bucky wonders aloud then, and you turn to your bookshelf again just to get away from the intensity of his gaze.

you shrug, unsure of how to respond, busying yourself with putting one of the books away.

“it’s you,” bucky continues, stressing the pronoun as if its implication is obvious. “you’ll get the best love. the pure and mushy type.”

the lazy shapes your fingers are rubbing into the spine of your book slow as you soak in the implications that bucky’s words carry with them. when you force yourself to meet his eyes, you’re unsurprised to find them on you already, but it’s startling to meet their depth, the way they were willing you to turn around without your knowledge. you begin to walk toward him, feigning your purpose as handing him the blue book.

“yeah?” you find yourself replying as you step forward slowly, searching for something deeper in bucky’s face as it breaks out in a smile.

“yeah,” bucky agrees with dead-set certainty. “the universe would be insane for giving you anything less.”

you smother the bashful smile that fights to make only its whisper appear on your face, holding back the urge to look at the ground in overwhelming emotions due to the entirety of the situation—the implications that you’d thought ridiculous of you to even consider seeming more concrete with the honesty of the words that bucky promises to you, making his eyes gleam just a little bit brighter with an unbridled determination that you’d never seen before.

“anything less than what?” you ask, testing the waters simply for reassurance that might push you over an edge you aren’t sure you want to cross.

“anything less than what you deserve,” bucky clarifies. “the sweet, sappy love with the notes and pictures and gifts and safety and never letting you forget how loved you are. the basics.”

you cock your head at him, trying not to drown in the wishes you had listed long ago that tumble from bucky’s mouth.

“oh,” you whisper, eyes flickering to the polaroids you have around your room, adorned with small, smudged words written messily in pen by bucky when he’d given them to you. there are post-its scrawled with his handwriting taped to your walls and hidden in a box underneath your bed. you can’t help but see the parallels between his explanation of the love you “deserve” and the love he constantly rains over you.

the attraction you’d begun to harbor for him yearns more at the possibility of it being returned—because here he is, laying it out for you with his reflection displayed on the plans.

“the universe would be insane to not give you that,” bucky goes on, the absolute resolve that you can make out in his words staggering. “anyone overall would be insane not to love you.”

there’s a twinkle in his eye that you’d grown used to, yet you observe when you look up at him again, what you were trying to do forgotten as you search his features. he doesn’t seem to acknowledge how deeply you scrutinize the softened lines of his face, the gentle lift of his lip as he looks at you.

you swallow, beginning to step toward him. “really?”

“yeah,” bucky replies like it’s obvious, nearly nonchalant but it fails with how deep his intent runs.

you realize the space that separated you wasn’t all that large when you find yourself closer to him than you thought before, and your breath stalls, completely caught up in the moment. bucky doesn’t seem too different, dilated pupils unmoving from your face, tugging you closer without a single touch.

“oh,” you breathe out, goosebumps rising on your skin when bucky puffs out a gentle laugh, his hand reaching to set on your jaw.

“what?” he asks curiously, his thumb pressing soft shapes into your cheek.

it’s like honey, his touch, the severity of his stare clicking something inside of you that you’d been so afraid to open.

suddenly, you’re certain. because surely nobody can look at you the way bucky is looking at you—touch you with the care he treats you with, tell you all the things he whispers in your ear without reflecting the feelings you have for him.

“i love you,” you blurt, tangled in a breath with the relief of the admission finally meeting your tongue, watching as something passes through his face—surprise, at first, and then there’s a brief indication of relief, just a flash, gone quickly enough to let you believe it was simply a figment of your imagination. his fingers stop moving on your face, and suddenly his features harden, pulling his touch away entirely.

there are alarm bells ringing in your brain, because this is not going the way you’d convinced yourself it would. he was supposed to smile and kiss you clumsily, mumbling out that he loved you too and you would say obviously and he would laugh.

not removing himself from your reach, staring holes into your head, red bubbles of frustration darkening his eyes.

“what the fuck?” he snaps. and the words are so sudden and sharp that they nearly make you flinch, spine straightening with a velocity that jumbles your words with the speed at which they try to tumble from your lips. he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

“you what?” he demands, his tone foreign to your ears coming from the same lips that have never once let words edged with a raised tone slip past. bucky doesn’t speak to you like that. bucky doesn’t harden and bucky never raises his voice. not at you, never at you.

you swallow harshly, trying to remember the bucky that you know, convince yourself that this isn’t real—this is wrong—but his features are masked with a pinch you’d never seen directed at you, tense lines hardening his face with a chilling anger.

“i love you,” you repeat, but the words are weaker now, not as easily formed as the first time.

“no you don’t,” bucky interrupts immediately, thinning his eyes at you. “what the hell? no, you don’t—you can’t.”

you blink fast, looking away from his face, scrunched in anger, but he isn’t having it. “i do—”

“you can’t fuckin’ do this to me, y/n. i don’t need this,” he growls.

“what?” you croak. “i don’t—i thought you—”

“i don’t,” bucky snaps, forcing the lies to escape his throat. “i don’t love you.”

the words knock the air from your lungs, eyes beginning to burn with tears that don’t come easily to you. “what?” you whimper.

“how could you think i did?” he asks, ripping out your heart as it beats and shakes and sobs.

he tries to pretend like it’s not him who is saying these horrible things, as if he’s closing his eyes, hidden away from the body that continues to deny your confession for your own good. “what the hell is wrong with you?” he’s never thought his voice could be so harsh.

“i didn’t mean to—” you begin, your voice as small as you’d ever heard it, trembling with your worst fear solidifying. you should have known. how could you have been such a fool? bucky does not need to deal with one of the few friends he’s so close to in the tower having a stupid, unrequited crush on him. you’ve made things so difficult, you’ve ruined your relationship. “i’m sorry.”

“you’re sorry?” he mocks cruelly, shaking his head. “i don’t want this. i don’t want you.”

your neck snaps up when you hear him beginning to leave, rushing forward to tug his arm gently. “please don’t leave,” you plead tearily. “can we pretend like i never said anything? nothing will change, i promise. i can’t lose you.”

bucky’s laugh is cold, splintering through your heart. “how could you be so—” he shakes his head, shutting his mouth before he can finish his thought. “i can’t believe you.”

“i’m sorry,” you cry, tears bubbling down your cheeks before you can stop them in a stupor of shame. “i’m so sorry, bucky, i will do anything—”

“shut up,” he snarls, and the words die on your tongue with the venom in the way he looks at you. “i can’t even look at you right now. stop fuckin’ crying and leave me alone. i can’t deal with you.”

his words, dipped in his fury, are unrecognizable, foreign from the man who mutters jokes into your ear on movie nights and tucks pieces of hair away from your eyes, who deals with any problem with a deep breath and an assurance that it will be okay because he hates to get mad at you, he hates seeing you cry and there is absolutely nothing you could do to make him love you any less.

the sharp slam of the door of your room counters that, bringing with it the blade of the words that still thunder in your head.

your face crumples, hot droplets of tears burning your skin.

the heat of bucky’s anger burns even from where you’re standing, and the utter hatred in the way he looked at you, spoke to you, makes you shake. you stifle cries, desperate to not bother your best friend and slide down your bed to the floor, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood in a weak attempt to calm your cries.

you shut your eyes, bucky’s words displayed proudly across your dark lids. you straighten, sadness melting away into anger. you rub at your nose, face heating in your fury, and rush out of the room, not bothering to grab your phone or bag, uncaring that it’s the middle of the night and the sky is the darkest you’ve ever seen.

you pointlessly wipe your face with your sleeve as you rush into the elevator and push the button for the ground floor, your mask of rage slipping when you pass bucky’s room. your lip wobbles as you stare at the numbers above the elevator doors until you’re unable to help the sobs as your mind races to find a solution to what you’ve done.

this is your fault. this is your fault and you need to fix it or else the only person you’ve felt so much love for and so loved by will never look at you the same again. you can’t stand making bucky angry, much less causing something that will make his life difficult—especially after he’s worked so hard to create some sense of normalcy and trusting relationships—but it’s difficult to concentrate on how to fix it when the fear that you’ve ruined the best relationship you’ve had over your stupidity inks your thoughts.

you’re distraught enough to walk six blocks and never once notice the men that follow behind you.

your mind lags when you’re suddenly thrown against a wall, the hiccups from your sobs increasing because of the hand that covers your mouth. your vision is too blurry with tears for you to recognize any of the people that are in front of you, hands useless as they attempt to claw at the arms that hold you against the unyielding alley. the training tony had made you go through when he hired you as his lab tech feels useless as you choke on your grief and fear, weak in your struggles against their attack.

it’s easy for them to knock you out, and you can only feel the ache of your hurt expanding icily as your attacks cede, limbs growing limp, damp eyelids drooping shut.

your eyes are swollen when you come to again, and you can’t be sure if it’s from the crying you could still feel in your raw throat or the assault you couldn’t even remember anymore. you blink hard, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room you think you’re in.

briefly, tony’s voice rings in your head, reminding you to look for exits and weapons. you can only see one door in the darkness, and as far as you can make out, it does not have a doorknob. although you doubt you could muster up enough strength to escape from the binds that dig into your wrists and ankles, surely bruising your skin although you barely fight against them. the room is bare and unclean, with stains of the color of rust at your feet.

you know it’s no use screaming. all it would do is bleed your throat further and anger your kidnappers.

the name makes you flinch. the word feels so usual yet foreign in your mind. it’s unfairly common in your place of work, but never to you—not the scientist that tony keeps safely hidden away in the lab. not the tech that has gone on the field once and was stuck to bucky’s side for the entirety of the time.

the thought of him brings an ugly taste to your mouth and a new rush of painful tears. you fucked up the relationship with your best friend and now he was furious at you. he doesn’t even want to look at you. will he ever even get the chance again? would he notice you were gone? would he care?

there’s a faint commotion beyond the doors that makes your thoughts freeze in their tracks. your kidnappers are saying something.

the rightful title appears in your thoughts again, making the reality of your situation set in faster than you were expecting it to; you were kidnapped, and nobody was going to find you.

out of everything, it’s guilt that bucky is most accustomed to.

it’s heavy and spiteful, eating away at his mind until it’s clouded even the memories he’s tried to keep hidden away from the fog that is his sin. it sneaks into the crooks of his life—the argument his brain pipes up with when he’s debating taking the last donut, the reason that he doesn’t allow himself to enjoy himself fully—why he won’t let himself believe that your revelation was anything more than fake.

why would an honor so sweet be bestowed upon someone like him? someone with stained fingertips and a broken mind.

it screws with him, the possibility of the truth. because no matter how much the voice of logic in his mind insists that someone like you could never love someone like him, there’s the gentle light of hope that you’ve helped rekindle, nudging him toward something that will surely only end up hurting him, and most importantly, hurting you.

he brings with him pain and ghosts and you are so undeserving of it.

so no, he decides. you cannot possibly love him.

but the look on your face flashes in front of his eyes, and he realizes that the circumstance of you actually loving him back might be more dangerous than the lie of it.

he needs to protect you—from him, from everything that haunts him—he loves you too much to let you fall into the fire that is him.

he did the right thing by rejecting you, yet the guilt continues to gnaw at him, the tears that wouldn’t stop sliding down your cheeks carrying something worse than what he expected. you’re what he has always wanted and he pushed you away, and as much as that is what he needed to do for you, he’s selfish in wanting you still. in any way.

he opens his eyes again with a sad little gasp, surprised at the chill that hits his face wet with tears he wasn’t aware of. he catches a glimpse of himself in his broken mirror, and he’s never hated the sight more, the words he spat at you tattooed on his skin in dark ink.

he shakes his head, standing from his bed to apologize until he can’t anymore and plead that you stay in his life.

he runs a hand over his face as he walks out of his room, clenching his jaw when he catches sight of the door he slammed now slightly open. he knocks softly, forcing his eyes to the ground when the door opens further.

“y/n?” he calls out hesitantly when there’s no response, finally looking up to an empty room. his brows furrow. something is wrong.

you never leave your room if you’re upset; it’s always either his room or yours, because your bed is here and everyone else is outside.

he opens the door fully when he spots your phone on your bed where he last saw it. in fact, everything is as he last saw it.

he knows he has no right after what he said to you, but his bad feeling won’t allow him to leave without knowing where you are.

“friday, where’s y/n?” he asks.

“miss l/n left her room three hours ago,” the ai responds curtly. and he swears it sounds colder than the last time he talked to her.

“three hours?” bucky repeats. friday confirms, and bucky shakes his head. “no… she wouldn’t leave her phone. where did she go? has she come back?”

“miss y/n left the building, and without her phone, i cannot track her.”

“you have to be able to do something,” bucky insists. “she’s a part of the team.”

“i am unable to do anything further without mister stark’s permission,” friday informs.

bucky’s fingers reach up to tangle in his hair, tugging in frustration as panic begins to brew. alarm bells are going off in his head and an anvil sits on his chest.

“well, get his permission,” bucky orders, but friday’s voice comes back as calm as ever as she rebuts him. he doesn’t care to stick around for the end of her sentence, taking off toward the door to head to tony.

he’s eating a granola bar with natasha and steve in a conference room when he finds him, features scrunching when bucky tells him to order his ai to track you.

“no,” he replies incredulously. “shouldn’t you know either way? you’re always attached at the hip,” he points out. bucky’s jaw clenches, mind running in every possible direction. natasha offers a scrutinizing glance, eyebrows joining. “actually, building on that—” tony starts. “wouldn’t blame her if she needed a little break.” he points the granola at bucky, but he isn’t fazed.

“something is wrong,” he says, as calm as he can muster. “friday says she hasn’t been in her room for three hours and she left her phone there.”

“so? she could’ve forgotten. maybe she left with wanda or bruce or someone. unlike you, she has more than one friend.”

“not today. not right now,” bucky snaps. “tony,” he pleads now, meeting steve’s eye. “something is wrong.”

tony’s features set as he scans bucky’s face, and suddenly something clicks, his head cocking to the side dangerously.

“what happened?” steve asks worriedly as tony finally reaches for his tablet.

“we had a fight. she wouldn’t leave for so long—without her phone, without telling anyone.”

tony listens along as he looks at the screen, typing things into the keyboard. “friday, get me all footage of y/n in the last three hours.”

“what did you do?” natasha cuts in, her words sharp as if she knew exactly what he’d said to you.

“it doesn’t matter right now,” bucky mumbles, his gaze glued to the screen. the screen showcases the hallway outside yours and bucky’s rooms, and he tenses as he watches the footage of you poking your head out from your door, greeting him with a smile.

“fast forward,” tony tells friday. bucky hoods his eyes when it lands on another screen, where he can catch his own muffled words, knowing what’s coming.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he flinches at his own words, hating the sight of the shine of the tears streaking down your cheeks when he closes his eyes. he can feel natasha’s glare. more of his voice comes from the creaked door, your own clothed in tears.

"i don't want you." bucky squeezes his eyes shut. "stop fuckin’ crying and leave me alone." hearing the words in his voice hurts impossibly more than he thought it would. they’re sharper, more convincing than he thought, and the things he tried to comfort himself with fade away with the slam of the door after he walks out, the only sound remaining your cries.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” natasha echoes, her words echoing his from the video. “i’m going to murder you.”

“where did she go after that?” bucky ignores her. “i just need to know she’s okay.”

“you don’t deserve to know anything about her—” natasha hisses, beginning to stand from her chair, but steve sets a hand on her shoulder, directing her burning glare to the screen, where you leave your room, sniffling. the video switches to the feed inside the elevator, where buck can’t tear his eyes off of you as you sob, a hand desperately trying to wipe away your tears.

tony’s turned to bucky now, too.

bucky follows your figure when you leave the elevator and then the building, and friday fast-fowards through video feed from various different cameras until one finally slows, and you’re suddenly pulled into an alley. the angle is awful, but there’s just enough light to catch the light reflecting off your terrified face as three men push you against a wall.

the one not touching you catches sight of the camera, pulling a gun from his coat to point and shoot. the video crackles to static.

“no, no, no…” bucky mumbles, hands reaching up to his hair, beginning to tug. the clip replays, pausing on a close up of your face, cheek pressed against the wall with a force that must be painful, eyebrows joined and eyes widened in fear.

tony sets down his tablet with a quiet thump, rubbing the bridge of his nose, mulling over what he had just seen. natasha is still for only a few seconds before she’s into action, reaching for the tablet and beginning to mutter orders to friday. there’s an imperceptible shake of her hands as she allows a glance up to your face again.

“this is my fault,” bucky mumbles angrily. “fuck me. fuck me.”

“yes, fuck you,” natasha agrees, coolly and to the point, not once sparing him a look. “fuck you for saying that to her and for making her cry but mostly fuck you for not doing everything you fucking can to find her right now. fix your fucking mistake and get to work, barnes.”

he squeezes his fist, tugging on the bracelet you’d made and lovingly tied around his wrist. the emotion that had kissed his face pink and tugged his features in guilt disappears within a second, wiped clean enough for the memory of it to be hazy even if it was so fresh. he sniffs, nods curtly, and steps out of the conference room, entirely business even as he drowns in what you’ve always encouraged him to pour out to you.

“i’m gonna check the place we last had eyes on her,” he informs briefly, hearing no audible response from the distracted avengers inside the conference room.

he doesn’t let his guilt tinge his vision as he examines your blood on the wall, too terrified to let himself mess up at your expense again.

you gasp in air as soon as the wet towel someone had thrown over your face before dumping water on your head is removed, whimpers sewn in between desperate panting. your lashes are wet and hairs stick to your forehead, fat droplets of water running down your chin.

unforgiving fingers clasp your chin, cruelly tilting your face up to meet unfamiliar eyes. you squint against the light, wanting nothing more than to close your eyes and pretend that there is no man scanning your face hungrily, sinister amusement crinkling his eyes, contempt puckering his lips.

“such a pretty thing,” he drawls, a finger pressing into your skin. “i don’t think your avengers would be too happy to lose something as pretty as you,” he mocks.

“i’m not gonna tell you anything,” you croak.

the playfulness in his features disappears then, and his bruising grip disappears into a resounding slap.

you can’t help the gasp that parts your lips and stings your eyes, whimpers slipping past your throat when he grabs you again, pulling your face close to his.

“listen to me, little girl,” he growls. “either you tell me and i let you live or your stupid little soldier comes and i take my time killing him until you cough it up. then i kill you.”

you scan his face, swallowing hard. “you mean bucky? he’s not gonna come for me.”

“he will. and when he does, i’ll enjoy making him pay for betraying hydra. maybe i’ll have a little walk down memory lane. the doc left great notes on the winter soldier.”

you scoff, pushing past the fear although your trembling is undeniable. “didn’t you do your homework? bucky doesn’t give a shit about me. you really think he’d risk his life—his freedom for someone he doesn’t even like? you kidnapped the wrong person if what you want is bucky.” the thought is bitter enough to comfort you, the reassurance that bucky will be fine sweet enough to combat the acridity of his resent for you.

the man’s lip twitches, his eyes boring into yours as they try to find if you’re being honest. he shoves your face back, and you slam into the chair with a shuddering breath, the phantom of his grip still heavy on your skin.

he sniffs and gestures vaguely. “let’s give her the winter soldier treatment.”

your heart drops, memories of what bucky’s told you displayed across your mind until they blackout your mind completely, and the only thing left is a promise.

you are going to die today.

bucky feels blurry, as if he’s flickering in and out of awareness in his frantic panic. the words he says are cut and dry, carrying only information because it is the only thing he has the strength for—but it feels rehearsed, scripted.

he wishes it were. he aches for this not to be real, and what he would offer a god he doesn’t believe in for you is heavy on his mind, pleading so desperately that he begins to eye the tower, the team, and selfishly offer it all up for you.

his anger shoves him down on a chair, but his desperation is frenetic in its reminders that any second not searching for you is a second longer that you will be out of his grasp and in the thorns of someone else’s. the handles of the chair groan underneath the pressure of his fingers, wrapping around the metal in their attempts to clutch something tangible, something real and not the idea of where you are, or the leads that only end in strangled cries, the numbers that float by on the screen in front of tony.

his arm sits heavy by his side, tapping the table curtly so as to have something to do, although bucky has never hated it more—to have something so sought after, stained with blood and tears and pain and bitter triumphs, yet be so incredibly useless when it counts.

he doesn’t want to ask what he can do because he should know. he got you into this mess and he should know how to get you out, but he’s flailing, his fingers only grazing the edges of everything he’s already done. he knows what it means and he wants to scream at the universe for it.

there’s a thin beep that echoes in the conference room, muting steve’s mumbled plans and bucky’s silent examination of any files he can get his hands on, although his eyes kept drifting to the grainy picture of you pressed up against the wall.

tony freezes, the pen in his mouth dropping as he stares at his tablet.

“what?” natasha demands, looking away from her work to catch sight of tony, all color drained from his face.

he sucks in a breath and taps at the screen. “friday, search for any identifying features, scan every pixel, do you understand?”

the large monitor in front of the table darkens for a second before a video begins to play, and it doesn’t take long for the team to figure out what’s going on. bucky’s heart drops to his stomach as he rises from his chair, breathing heavily. “no,” he murmurs, terrified. his worst fears come into fruition as he stares at your unmoving figure tied up in a chair, the shaky camera only allowing him view to the worst of your injuries—already darkened bruises littering your skin, smudged red on your face.

a different face overtakes the picture, dark eyes lit with amusement and crinkled by a smile. “a pretty thing, isn’t she?” he croaks, moving the camera back to you. he moves closer, and bucky feels bile rise up his throat.

natasha presses her eyes shut when the camera pans straight over your face, where bucky can see cuts and the indentations of fingers and hands. your eyes are shut, and you remain unmoving even when gloved fingers wrap around your chin tightly, tipping your head back.

bucky nearly follows her lead.

and then you groan. your eyes flutter open, but they only allow bucky to see the insipid acceptance that laces your irises, coated by fear.

“she’s holdin’ up better than we thought,” his tone is impressed, but as silence drags on, he becomes angrier, his hold on your jaw digging deeper until you wince and move back, but he doesn’t let you. “‘but she won’t for long.”

the camera flips back to him. “hey, winter. if you think you had it bad, it won’t be nothin’ compared to this. promise.”

the camera moves around, catching the ceiling and other frames while he seems to look for something. he hums in delight when he finds it, and excitedly waves a sharp blade in front of the camera. “she swears winter won’t come for her,” he starts, lips contorting in disappointment. the camera slips again to capture the blade against your skin. “but i kinda hope he does. for her sake. such a pretty thing… “

the conference room darkens, the video’s end calling for an entirely new wave of terror.

“we have his face,” natasha pipes up, weakly.

“‘lotta good that’s done us,” tony argues.

“we know she's alive. we have an image of where she is,” natasha snaps, stepping toward him. “and if you were as good as you say you are, his face would be all we needed.”

tony’s about to reply when friday cuts in, bringing up the frames of the video where the man was distracted. “mister stark, i have a location.”

the argument forgotten, natasha and tony snap to the screen. bucky stands, stepping toward them to see the blinking dot indicating your whereabouts. once his eyes have memorized the street names, he’s out the door and headed for his bike, the rest of the group not far behind. a plan is forming behind him, and he manages to catch the bones of it, his role outlined with enough trust for him to not question it.

the rumble of his bike underneath him allows him an anchor to reality, where he’s threatened to float away otherwise.

“i’m coming,” he whispers, speeding up as he remembers your desolate eyes and broken skin. “just hold on, sweetheart. i’m on my way.”

there’s a pout on your kidnapper’s lips as he observes you, looking back to his wrist to tap his watch. judging by the ticks, it’s been too long since he’s sent the video. his jaw is tense, probably nearing realization that you were right. the thought is as satisfying as it is heartbreaking.

“i told you. you can’t get what you want from me,” you rasp.

the man scowls, nostrils flaring. his patience is thin and his anger raw, awakened with the gentle nudge of your words. he comes close enough for you to feel his breath on your face, and his fingers are around your neck when you close your eyes, unwilling to continue looking into his.

“i better,” he threatens. “that’s the only thing keeping me from screwing your mind up so bad you’ll be better off dead.”

you swallow hard, your consciousness vignetting as oxygen continues to escape you. you nearly wish it did so faster, but your torturer is too cruel for even that, releasing you as you begin to go limp.

you choke in air and cough, your tongue catching iron from the split in your lip.

he hums as he takes you in. “you’re like him. at least like how zola wrote about him,” he states, cocking his head at you.

“what?” you cough.

“the winter soldier. before he became useful,” he explains thoughtfully, eyeing you. he wipes away the blood from your cupid’s bow with a thumb. “if he won’t come, maybe we’ll make a new one.”

your blood is ice in your veins as you absorb what he’s implying. his touch is tender, careful on your skin. you flinch.

“imagine that. the wit of iron man and looks of the black widow. the ability of the winter soldier, but… no connections. no one to save the soldier this time.” his voice is dreamy, excited. “we’ll break you even worse. we’ll make you kill them all.”

“no,” you whimper, straining against your restraints. “no, please. just kill me, please.”

“i think he begged like that, too,” he muses.

bucky is tinged with the soldier.

he darkens his thoughts until they become locked memories with only bodies and guilt as remnants. but now, it’s bucky who pulls the trigger, who finds himself too bitter to pull punches.

he's left the guards to the rest of the group to move forward faster, sticking by natasha.

there’s a room at the end of the building, and he takes off at the same time nat does. she turns to him when they slow, catching the voice from the video. “you’re not going in there,” she tells him, pulling a gun from her belt.

“of course i am,” bucky argues, readying himself to kick the door in.

“this is your fault. you don’t deserve to feel like the hero, barnes.”

“this isn’t that,” bucky insists. “i need to feel that she’s okay.”

natasha settles an unsure glance his way, but the conversation is over, drowned by the dust that follows bucky’s easy entrance.

your kidnapper wears a coy grin, stepping in front of you, yet bucky’s zeroed in on you and the tears that streak across dried vermillion and dark purples. “winter,” he begins. “i’m so glad you—”

bucky takes off toward you while natasha ends the speech before it can start with a clean shot, watching as the man drops to the floor. she’s a quick step toward you before she stops, noting the anguish with which bucky spills over.

you're alive is all she needs to know, and she gets in a few more shots at the man who did this to you as bucky rushes to you.

his name falls from your lips in a small croak, coated in disbelief, obvious you had succumbed to the fear, slipped into the exhaustion and dreadful acceptance. but the torment displayed on bucky’s face is unlike you have ever seen before—crumpled far beyond what your mind could make up, and you allow yourself to fall into the hope you couldn’t help but hold onto, completely uncaring if this isn’t real because it’s so much better than what you will surely open your eyes to otherwise.

he is at your side immediately, face falling as he catches sight of the bruises that coat your skin. he crouches to you, undoing your restraints with ease. his strength makes you flinch, even though it’s not toward you, and he pauses when he notices, something you don’t recognize glossing over his face before he continues, attempting to be calmer.

you can’t stop looking at him, your eyes crazed as they scan the reality of him. you repeat his name softly, a beg of are you real? in the way you stare.

“i’m here,” he promises, a hesitant hand reaching out to you. the warmth of it as it comes in contact with your cheek is as safe as you remember his touch, and you lean into it, letting out a stifled sob of relief.

“you came,” you cry, throwing yourself against him. his arms wrap around you securely, pulling as close as he can with as much delicacy he can muster in his desperation. “i thought you weren’t gonna come,” you sob, grasping his shirt as tight as you can.

“‘m always gonna come,” he tells you, tightening his grip on you.

“you were mad. i thought you didn’t care. i thought—” your words cut off as you push your face into the crook of his neck. “you came for me.”

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. i love you so much, i shouldn’t have yelled—i shouldn’t have said any of that. i love you and i’m sorry i made you feel like that. i’m so sorry. i just need you to be safe. you’re safe now, i swear.”

you can only shut your eyes, unable to absorb his words in the relief that he’s here, real and solid and saving you like he always does. he mumbles his apologies as he gently hoists you into his arms and carries you out of the dreaded room, repeatedly pressing kisses into your hair between strings of i love yous and i’m sorrys.

right now, it’s enough that he’s in between your fingers, warm underneath your skin, his promises sweet against your neck. right now, the safety of him is enough.

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I Was Born Ready

Summary: You're kidnapped on a mission gone wrong and it only gets worse. You eventually escape, but will Bucky and the team see you the same way?

Word Count: 6517

Warnings: swearing, some injuries, angst, whump

Content: Bucky x reader, Y/N, Avengers, whump, kidnapping. All of my fics are self-indulgent.

Please don't claim my work as your own, but feel free to reblog.

You wiped the sweat from your brow. As far as you could tell, it had been 5, maybe 6, days since you were taken. You knew what HYDRA were doing. They were trying to break you. You adjusted your legs and shifted your weight in the dark, cramped space. For the last several hours, you had been locked in some sort of box, just big enough to crouch or sit with crossed legs. It was hot as hell and you’d been sweating profusely, wondering how much longer you would last before passing out from dehydration or dying from heat stroke. But you tried not to worry about it. They will come for you soon. He will come for you. You just need to hang on a little while longer.

A few more hours had passed, and the heat was suffocating. What little strength you had left was dwindling. You rested your head against the wall of the enclosure and closed your eyes, fighting the nauseating dizziness that threatened to overcome you. The rattling of chains caught your attention. It seemed like the sound was getting closer. It was then you realized you had drifted- asleep? Unconscious? You weren’t sure, but you fought like hell to focus your attention on what was happening right outside your tiny prison. Suddenly, there was a sharp creak of metal and cool light flooded the box. You squinted your eyes, desperate to see what was going on.

“Get up!” a harsh voice demanded.

Your body shook as you tried to stand, but it was no use. You were too weak and dehydrated.

“GET UP!” they shouted angrily, as if that would provide the strength needed to undo the last several hours of torture.

Instead, your body gave up completely and you slumped inside the box. The next thing you registered was the sensation of a cool breeze on your face and the tops of your feet scraping along concrete as they dragged you by your arms back to your cell.

ONE WEEK EARLIER

“The fuck you mean it’s abandoned?” you whispered.

“I mean, I’m not picking up any heat signatures inside the building,” Sam clarified, adjusting Redwing’s controls just to be sure.

Bucky lowered his chin, smiling to himself. He knew you were always looking forward to a fight.

“All right, until we clear it, we’re going to proceed with caution,” Steve began, “Y/N and Bucky, you’re going to enter the south side of the building. Sam and I will cover the north entrance. Position Redwing on the east to detect movement from the access road. Once it’s clear, we set the charges and evacuate.”

You stole a sideways glance at Bucky and tried to hide your excited smile. You loved working with Bucky; you consider him to be your best friend. You felt like there might even be more there too. But you never pushed him. If being friends was all he wanted, then you would be happy with that. Bucky was mostly quiet and reserved, but sometimes he would open up to you, tell you about his life before the war. Sometimes, but very rarely, he would reveal the horrors HYDRA inflicted upon him. You couldn’t respond; only listen in sickened contempt. Your hatred for them became personal because of what they put him through, but you also began to piece together how they operate, their torture methods, and their twisted thought processes. You filed away this information little by little, to use against them and one day, take them down. It became your personal mission, why you were so eager to take on HYDRA related missions, and so disappointed when they turned out to be flops.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an elbow gently nudging your arm. “You ready?” Bucky said as your eyes met his.

“I was born ready,” you replied, smugly.

Bucky smiled at your enthusiasm, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was tired of fighting, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to watch HYDRA burn to the ground. Having you fight beside him, though, was a double-edged sword. He enjoyed your company more than he let on, but he also worried for your safety. He always asked Steve to pair you two together as much as possible on missions (so he could keep an eye on you), and he always received a knowing look in return. You were one of the best fighters Bucky had ever seen, but you could also be impulsive. Most of the time, you managed to compensate for this flaw and come out on top in the fight, but there have been quite a few close calls. Too close for Bucky’s comfort, even if you insisted you had everything under control.

“After you then,” Bucky said, gesturing to the south entrance.

“Such a gentleman,” you flirted, even though your tone was a bit condescending. You didn’t miss the fact that Bucky liked to keep an eye on you. It was obvious, the way he stuck by your side for every mission. It was sweet, but completely unnecessary.

Entering the building was uneventful. As you looked around, you took note of all the dust and debris, the result of what must have been years of no use. Maybe Sam was right, it must be abandoned. What a waste of time. You continued your sweep, clearing each derelict room.

“Second and third floors are clear,” Sam’s voice sounded in your comm.

“Well, aren’t you an over-achiever?” you responded mockingly.

“Y/N, Buck. What’s your status?” Steve asked, attempting to maintain professionalism on the mission. Captain Steve didn’t know how to have fun. Killjoy.

“First floor is clear, heading to the basement now,” Bucky reported, shooting you a ‘behave yourself’ look. You stuck your tongue out at him and ran for the stairwell.

“Y/N, wait!”

“Come on! There’s nothing here. Let’s clear this moldy-ass basement so we can blow it up and get home. I’m starving!” you announced.

Bucky caught up with you and roughly grabbed your elbow to pull you back.

“We need to be careful. This is HYDRA we’re dealing with. You need to take this seriously.”

You ripped your arm from his grasp, offended he would be so rough with you. “This isn’t HYDRA. This isn’t anything. There’s literally nothing here.”

Bucky schooled his expression. He didn’t want to be angry with you, but your recklessness could put everyone in danger. He let out a frustrated sigh, putting his hands on your shoulders and lowering his head to look into your eyes.

��Will you please be more careful? For me?”

You were momentarily stunned by the soft cadence of his voice. But quickly regathered your thoughts.

“Bucky, I am being careful. You need to lighten up.” You shrugged out of his grasp and turned back to the stairwell.

What is with everyone today? The super-soldiers are being super-serious. Even Sam seems like a stick in the mud, definitely not his usual, talkative self. Did you do something to offend them? You thought about the events of the last few days and couldn’t think of anything out of the ordinary. Definitely nothing that would explain what everyone’s problem is.

You glanced over your shoulder to see Bucky a few paces behind you as you descended the last of the stairs and reached the basement.

“Well, I didn’t think it was possible, but this looks even more abandoned than the first floor,” you said giving Bucky a pointed look.

“Just keep your eyes open for anything suspicious.” Bucky gently brushed past you to take the lead, advancing down the corridor. He had an uneasy feeling he just couldn’t shake.

“Suspicious?” you remarked sarcastically. “This whole mission is suspicious. What are we fighting here? The cobwebs? The ridiculous amount of dust?” You pushed past Bucky to take the lead again, but when you glanced back, you realized he had stopped. He was looking at you with wide eyes; his expression, one you didn’t recognize.

“What? What is it?” you asked, concern growing in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re right. Nothing about this is right. There’s too much dust. Our source indicated there was activity here less than a year ago. It shouldn’t look like this.”

You looked around nervously. “Maybe the source was wrong.”

“Not likely…”

Unexpected static in the comms made you jump. You could hear Steve’s voice, but it kept breaking up and you couldn’t understand what he was saying until you made something out very clearly that made your blood run cold.

Pull back……’s a trap…--t out…ABORT!

Your eyes locked with Bucky’s. You froze. He was standing about 10 feet from you when you both registered a rapid clicking noise, like a sped-up clock.

“RUN!!” You heard him yell just before the explosion.

The wall behind you erupted, sending you several yards through the air until you collided with the ground. You could feel the heat and unbearable pressure on your back as you lay prone in the ruins. Dust swirled around you. After several moments of trying to remember how to breathe again and process what the hell had just happened, you remembered that Bucky was with you. You glanced over in his direction, but all you could see was a literal wall of rubble, fire, and smoke. You struggled to focus your eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that were forming. Damn, that hurt.

Distantly, you could hear someone calling your name.

“Buck--,” your voice was cut off by a coughing fit as the dust invaded your lungs. “Bucky…” you tried again.

“Y/N?” he sounded closer. You could hear movement, crumbling concrete. “Are you hurt?”

It was at this point, you realized you should probably take a moment to figure out the damage.

“Y/N??” his voice sounded more concerned, more urgent. You weren’t sure how long you had taken to respond.

“Uhh…I….I think I’m okay……I can’t move. I think…ahh…there’s something on my back,” you choked out.

“You’re gonna be okay. We’re coming to get you. Just..hang on, okay? Hang on.”

Hearing this made you relax. Getting blown up was exhausting. You were certain you were going to hear about this later. About how you should have listened to Bucky, been more careful, taken the mission more seriously. You closed your eyes, trying to reserve your strength. You would need it to climb out of this burning hole in the ground.

After a few minutes, you felt the pressure on your back lessen. That was fast. You opened your eyes and tried to focus on Bucky’s face, but then you heard his voice from behind the burning wall of concrete. Confused, you concentrated your attention on the blurry figure standing before you. HYDRA. You gathered all your strength, trying to fight, but you couldn’t get a single hit in before a blow to your face rendered you unconscious.

Bucky heard footsteps and scraping rocks on the other side of the barrier. He had finally managed to make a dent in the rubble just large enough to see through. To see you being dragged away by HYDRA.

“NOOOO!” Bucky frantically slammed his metal fist into the rubble, trying to break through, but it was no use. He couldn’t get to you in time. He watched as you disappeared into the dust and smoke.

You were freezing. Another week had passed, maybe two. You weren’t sure. It was the same thing. Over and over. Freezing to the point you couldn’t move or think. Then they would throw you in the box again until you passed out from the heat. You didn’t even know what they wanted. They didn’t ask you anything, barely said three words to you. Wouldn’t answer any of your questions. How the hell did they expect to get information out of you if they didn’t fucking ask you anything? Idiots. You’d be glad to give them as much false information as you could muster.

You were frustrated. Frustrated with this pointless torture and frustrated that no one had broken you out of this shithole yet. What was taking so long?

The next day was new. This time a man in a lab coat came into your cell. Based on the history of everything you have come to know about HYDRA, the lab coat is not a good sign. He peered down at you where you sat against the cold, concrete wall.

“She’s ready,” he practically drooled with excitement. Disgusting.

Two oversized goons entered your cell and brought you to your feet as another ganglier looking goon wheeled in a stretcher. Your stomach dropped. Not good. This is not good. You tried not to let anxiety and fear get the best of you. You’ve endured the heat, the cold, the physical pain and the repulsive goop they fed you, but this was new, and you had no idea what they had planned.

“No. No no no. What are you doing?” You kicked and fought weakly as they strapped you down. You were unable to move.

Lab coat leaned in close to your face. You could smell the wicked stench rolling out of his mouth.

He simply answered, “Phase two.”

……..

“What do you want? You’ve been torturing me for weeks and haven’t asked me a damn thing! Do you even know how this works? No? Must have missed that day in torture 101.”

The lab coat stopped what he was doing and turned to face you. Amusement and almost pity plastered on his face.

“My dear. I haven’t been torturing you. I’ve been preparing you.”

…………

The first injection must have been a sedative and, for that, you were thankful. Your vision became blurry and all your muscles relaxed at once. You could’ve almost fallen asleep. Until the second injection. At first, it was cold, like ice running through your veins. Starting in your arm and flowing through your chest before settling in the rest of your limbs. It was enough to make you shiver and shake uncontrollably. With the last injection came the unbearable heat. It spread through you like wildfire, burning through the sedative and blistering your nerves. It coursed through your body, the agonizing flames filling your skull, threatening to split it open. It was too much. Unbearable. You thrashed your arms and legs beneath the restraints, screaming until you went hoarse. Nothing you did relieved the pain, the burning. You were left alone in your misery, knowing nothing but the searing pain in your head, threatening to end your life. You hoped it would.

Then, it stopped. You thought maybe death had finally taken you and you felt sadness, for Bucky. For the team. But you were back in your cell. This couldn’t be death. Death isn’t this cruel.

You rolled on your side and slowly sat upright, fighting off the dizziness. You felt horrible, like you should be dead, but at least the pain had subsided. You experimentally staggered to the door of your cell and peered through the slot. It was eerily silent. Still, you waited to see if anyone approached. They almost always did when you awoke to send you for another round of torture…or wait. What did he say? They were preparing you..for what? The injections, ice and fire, the pain, all came flooding back to you. What did they do? Your breaths came faster. You had to get out of there. Fear and panic were in control now. You pushed and pulled at the door feverishly, and to your surprise, the door opened. Worried this was another trap, you stepped back, but no one came. What the fuck?

You left your cell and made your way down the hallway, searching for the exit or at the very least, a weapon. The building was completely cleaned out. They left you there, their experiment. Did they think you were dead? Or just a failure? You didn’t feel any different. Those HYDRA morons must have been bigger fucking idiots than you gave them credit for. Still, you weren’t going to stick around. When you finally made it out of the building, you realized you actually recognized the area. You weren’t that far from the compound. It made you sick to think you were only 10 or so miles from home this whole time, and still, they couldn’t find you. HYDRA could have practically walked up and rang the front doorbell, and the team would have had no idea.

It was cold outside and you were dressed only in a thin gown. You walked for hours, determined to make it home. You had no way of contacting anyone. You were surrounded by a few trees and fields of nothing. The final yards leading up to the compound were grueling. You were exhausted. Your feet bled and your legs shook with the effort.

It was early evening, you guessed, when you painfully stumbled into the common room, where Steve, Bucky and Sam all sat, attention focused on various maps and blueprints laid out before them. Steve saw you first, eyes staring and mouth hanging open. It would have been humorous had you not just been through hell and back. Bucky stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Steve’s expression and turned his head to see what Steve was staring at.

“Y/N??” Bucky couldn’t believe it. His eyes ran over your battered form, watching your whole body shake with fatigue.

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to choke back the tears that were now streaming down your face.

But this was all you could handle. You were suddenly dizzy, the room had started to spin and you dropped to your knees as Bucky ran towards you.

“Oh God! Call Dr. Cho!” Bucky ordered, but Sam was already on it.

You collapsed into Bucky’s arms and saw Steve running toward you. Bucky’s alarmed face was the last thing you saw before your eyes involuntarily closed.

When you awoke the next day, you were alone in the med bay. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, trying to force out the lingering headache. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and were about to remove your IV when Bucky walked into your room.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he said as he approached you cautiously. “How are you feeling?”

“Um..really..hungover,” you cracked a smile trying to break the tension. “How long was I out?”

Bucky looked at his watch before responding, “About 23 hours.”

“Oh shit. New record.”

Bucky looked nervous. “We looked everywhere..”

“Not everywhere,” you retorted, sounding more bitter than you intended.

“I didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

“Well…that makes two of us.” Your eyes stayed trained on the floor. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You spent weeks dreaming about seeing him again, and now you couldn’t even look at him. Why? Were you that angry that they couldn’t find you? They were obviously looking.

Bucky sensed that maybe this wasn’t the best time to broach the subject, so he changed it.

“So..uh…they want to do a debriefing on what happened as soon as you’re feeling well enough.”

You faltered. You didn’t want to talk about it, relive it. Especially so soon. But you’d rather get it over with so you can move on with your life. Put the whole ordeal behind you.

You looked down at the IV in your arm before ripping it out, the blood beginning to trickle down to your palm.

“Doll—what are you doing?” Bucky lunged toward you, grabbing gauze off the bedside table to apply pressure to the site.

You grabbed the gauze and took over applying pressure.

“I’m about to change my clothes,” you began glancing around the room before finding some in a bag below the bed, “so unless you want to see me naked, you can turn around.”

Bucky paused, mouth opening slightly before regaining his composure and turning to face away from you. You caught him off guard, which is honestly, something you’ve never seen happen.

You were a little disappointed. Maybe you’d been reading him wrong, and he doesn’t see you that way. Or maybe he’s just being a gentleman. This isn’t exactly the best time to explore your feelings for one another. Still, it stung.

………………………..

You sat at the table, nervously glancing at all the faces in the room. Fury, Tony, Steve, and Sam all had their eyes on you. Everyone except Bucky. He stood in the corner, holding his gaze to the floor. He looked more nervous than you felt. Weird.

They asked their usual questions, and you answered as best you could. But you didn’t feel comfortable enough to go into extensive detail. You trusted these men with your life, but it was starting to feel less like a debriefing and more like an interrogation.

“…and you’re sure that’s all you remember?” Fury asked again.

You looked around the room again, each set of eyes seeming frustrated. Expecting more information than what you’ve provided for the last 2 hours. This was exhausting. A familiar headache was building behind your eyes, and you were beyond done with this.

When you didn’t answer right away, Tony asked another question. “They just let you walk away?” You could hear the blatant skepticism.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Tears were starting to fill your eyes. Damnit! This is not how you thought this would go, but you were feeling pressured, overwhelmed. “They tortured me! For weeks! The same damn thing. Over and over and over again! And I don’t know---maybe they thought I was DEAD!” You choked on a sob; tears streaming down your face now.

“Okay! That’s enough!” Bucky interjected, seemingly ending the questioning.

You quickly stood from your seat and rushed out of the room.

They all exchanged glances and Bucky lingered there silently for a moment before following you.

When he reached your room in the compound, he knocked, but you didn’t answer.

“Doll. It’s me. Can I come in?”

Again, you didn’t answer. He could hear your quiet cries. He tried the handle, but you had locked the door.

“Can you unlock the door, please?”

“Go away, Bucky,” you said, softly. You didn’t need to yell. You knew he could hear you.

“Come on. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” With that, he could hear you moving towards the door.

You angrily flung the door open, surprising Bucky and forcing him to take a step back. Your hair was disheveled, eyes red and still wet with tears.

“Do I look fucking okay to you!?!?” Bucky looked into your eyes, not knowing what to say.

“HYDRA imprisoned me, practically in our own fucking backyard and still no one came for me!”

“Y/N, I swear to you, we never stopped looking—”

“And as soon as I fight my way back here, you all grill me for information, like it was my fucking idea to get captured?”

“Doll, no one thinks this was—”

“I waited for—aagh—” the pain in your head suddenly flared. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the skin between them. Your discomfort was evident.

“Hey, hey. What is it? What’s wrong?” Bucky’s worried eyes searched your face for answers.

You tried to recover, to push the pain aside.

“I waited for you—AAGH” the pain peaked. The same blistering heat threatening to end you, keeled you over.

With your shaking hands on your knees, you could feel Bucky move to your side. His arms wrapped around your waist to support you.

“Doll, what’s going on? Answer me. Please!”

But you couldn’t answer him. You were back on that stretcher. A prisoner, again. All you knew was the burning pain. Maybe this time, it would spare you the torment and claim your life.

“SOMEBODY HELP! I NEED HELP!” Bucky’s voice sounded far away.

The fire swirled in your skull and bile burned the back of your throat. You lurched forward, fell to your knees, and vomited on the floor. Everything was suddenly black, then nothing.

You awoke once more, alone, in the med bay. Well, not completely alone. You could hear talking, whispers. Just outside your door.

There’s something she’s not telling me. But I’m not going to try to force answers out of her. She’ll come to me when she’s ready. I’m just going to be her friend. That’s what she really needs right now.

Just a friend? You felt the blanket of disappointment weigh on you again. You were pulled from your thoughts when Bucky opened the door.

You kept your eyes on him as he carefully entered the room.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Huh?”

“Who were you talking to just now?” You tried not to sound like you were accusing him, but you didn’t like being talked about behind your back.

“I wasn’t talking to anyone,” Bucky shook his head, seeming to be genuinely confused.

Great. Now Bucky was lying to you. Some friend he’s trying to be. Even with him literally by your side, you were suddenly feeling very alone. No one trusted you. They think you’re hiding something. Truth be told, you are hiding something. You never told them about the injections, how the torture was actually “preparations”. You even left out the creepy lab guy coat because you were afraid. Afraid if they found out what really happened, that you were an experiment, they wouldn’t look at you the same way. You were afraid you would lose their hard-earned respect, your place on the team. You couldn’t risk it.

“So what happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The pain? Passing out?” Bucky pressed, becoming serious. This felt like an interrogation again.

“Oh…it was just a headache,” you offered. Were you honestly expecting them not to ask?

“That’s bullshit. What happened to you? What did they do?” He seemed desperate and angry and you were becoming more and more guarded.

“I thought you weren’t going to force answers out of me.” You threw his words back in his face.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“What did you say just now?”

You were out of patience and just wanted to be alone. “Nothing. Please leave.”

Bucky stared at you, disbelieving, before turning his back on you and walking out the door.

A single tear slipped down your cheek. What the hell happened? Everything was fine. You were on a mission, business as usual, and then you were captured and tortured. You miraculously make it back home and suddenly, everyone is against you? You didn’t do anything wrong. Why is everyone acting like you’re at fault? Your thoughts are becoming louder in your head, circling frantically and building tension. You clench your teeth, trying to hold in a scream, but you can feel an energy building inside you. You pull your knees to your chest, struggling to contain it. Your clenched fists pound at your temples. You don’t know what’s happening; you feel out of control, about to spill over. Explode.

Suddenly, you lose control, letting out an ear-piercing scream, releasing a force you had never felt before. All at once, glass bottles and cabinets shatter, the reinforced windows in your room crack. Furniture is thrown chaotically. Everything is broken, in a frightening disarray, and you’re left sitting in the ruins of what once felt like a safe place.

You tried to catch your breath, eyes darting around the room, attempting to make sense of what just happened.

Oh, God. Oh, God. What did HYDRA do to you? What have you done? You needed to get out of there. Now. You jump to your feet, grab your clothes, and run. You shove past S.H.I.E.L.D. employees in the hallways, their thoughts intruding and overlapping with your own. It took you a moment to realize what it was, what you were doing: unintentionally hearing their thoughts. You have to get away, get out. It’s too loud. You’re still running when you hear more familiar voices, but these aren’t in your head.

You can hear Bucky, Steve and Sam talking about what they found at the base where you were kept. Empty syringes. Medical equipment. Partially encrypted files describing some kind of experiment. They know—how could they not? Have they known this whole time?

“I don’t know what they did to her. She won’t tell me, but…she’s different.” Bucky spoke quietly.

Different? Is that how he saw you now? Is that why he’d been acting so strangely since you got back?

“Look man,” Sam reasoned, “she’s been through a lot. It would be weird if she wasn’t acting differently.”

“Still, if they did do whatever this experiment is on her, we don’t know what the outcome is…If she’s still herself, or even on our side,” Steve added.

Your heart dropped. You already felt like they didn’t trust you, which was bad enough, but now they’re against you? You waited for Bucky to defend you. He knows you better than anyone, but his silence spoke volumes. You thought Bucky, of all people, would understand what you’d been through. That you would never turn on them. You really were all alone in this. You felt the fear and uncertainty pouring out of the room.

Then, an unfamiliar voice on the intercom startled you.

Code Gray- Med Room 4. Code Gray- Med Room 4.

Shit. That was your room. Then the alarm started blaring and you ran. When did you become the enemy? How did this happen? You’re not part of HYDRA. You’re the victim. You managed to get out of the compound without anyone else seeing you. But you had no idea where to go from there.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam rushed to your med room. They stood there in disbelief, taking in the scene. It looks like a bomb went off.

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked.

“We’re not sure, sir. We, uh, heard a scream and when we got here, the room was empty,” a nurse answered.

“Where is she?” Bucky asked, growing impatient.

“We don’t know, I’m sorry,” the nurse responded before quicky leaving the room.

Steve and Sam exchanged looks. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair.

“Buck….”

“No.”

“We need to consider all the facts, here.”

“No, Steve! She wouldn’t do this. She’s not HYDRA.”

“Dude, she was missing for weeks and then just waltzed through the front door? That doesn’t seem odd to you?” Sam added.

“She didn’t waltz, Sam. She could barely walk, then she collapsed,” Bucky defended.

“So you think they just let her go? When the hell has HYDRA ever just let anybody go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Her story isn’t adding up, Buck.”

“They did something to her, she’s different. I just don’t know why she’d hiding it.”

“What do you mean? What aren’t you telling us?” Steve questioned.

“I think….whatever they did to her, worked. I thought it was a coincidence, at first, but then…this,” he motioned around the room. “I think she could hear what I was thinking earlier, and I think this is part of whatever she’s going through. I think she’s enhanced.”

They all looked around the room, letting Bucky’s theory sink it.

Steve broke the silence. “We need to find her before she hurts someone.”

You were walking against the cold wind and found yourself back at the shithole. You weren’t sure what you were doing there. Looking for answers, maybe? Waiting for them to find you? Like they were supposed to do. Before the injections, before they turned on you, before you lost control. What did they think of you now? You’re certain they must think you’re HYDRA. Fear and despair surged through you, and you started to lose control again. Objects that surrounded you started to rattle and lift into the air, crashing into walls.

You saw movement from the corner of your eye, emotions flaring even further. They had found you. Tears streamed down your cheeks, wetting the front of your sweatshirt. You had already lost everything. They may as well take you now and put you in whatever floating prison they have. They marked you as guilty the moment you walked back into the compound.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Bucky approached you slowly, motioning to Steve and Sam to hang back.

You slowly turned to face him. Finally seeing his face broke you, and you started to cry harder. The cot beside you rattled along with desks and shelves, lifting off the floor, quaking violently, erratically. Bucky held up his hands, gesturing to you that he meant you no harm. And you wanted nothing more than to believe him, to melt into his arms.

As your emotions ran wild with fear and anguish, the chaos around you swelled. You shook your head trying to empty it of the intrusive whispers. You were ready to surrender. You just wanted all this to be over, but when you looked past Bucky to see Steve and Sam in their full Avenger gear, a realization hit you. They were here to fight you. Bucky noticed the change in your demeanor. You felt the energy inside you intensifying again. The building began to tremble.

“Y/N. Y/N! Look at me! You’re going to be okay. We’re here to take you home.” Bucky tried to reason.

“No. NO! You’re here to hurt me. You don’t trust me, think I’m HYDRA!”

“That’s not true. We’re your friends. We want to help you,” Bucky insisted.

“Help me? That’s why you brought Captain America and Falcon with you?!”

You were angry now. If they wanted to take you, it would have to be by force. That’s what they wanted. You looked back over at Bucky and noticed the light reflecting off the tears that gathered in his eyes. You felt like you were about to detonate.

“Sweetheart, please,” Bucky pleaded with you; His hand stretched out towards you, beckoning you to take it.

The building shook even more violently with the release of your emotions. Once again, objects cracked and shattered all around you, but this time, the entire building threatened to come down on top of all of you.

“I can’t. I can’t control it….” You looked to Bucky, desperate for all this to end.

As dust and debris rained from the ceiling, you heard the order.

TAKE HER! NOW!

You whipped your head to the side, catching sight of Redwing; you hadn’t noticed it there before, but it was too late. Two darts struck your neck, delivering a powerful sedative. You swayed on your feet for only a moment before going down hard. All the objects flying around the room, uncontrollably, crashed to the ground at once. The building stood still once again. Whatever they hit you with was strong. You couldn’t move, but yet, you weren’t completely unconscious. You could faintly hear distorted commotion around you and your eyes felt heavy.

“Jesus Christ, Steve!” Bucky kneeled at your side to brush your hair from your face, wiping your tears in the process.

“I’m sorry, Buck. We had to. You heard her. She couldn’t control it.”

Bucky gently picked you up and held you close to his chest. You could tell he was walking, but your vision was starting to blur even more. Then you felt his breath on your ear as he whispered that you would be okay. You were safe now. They were going to fix this. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into the darkness.

THREE WEEKS LATER

“I don’t want to be a prisoner anymore, Bucky.”

“You’re not a prisoner.”

“Well, I can’t leave. That is the definition of prisoner, right?”

“Bruce thinks he’s close to a cure. He just needs a little more time.”

“You’ve been saying that for 3 weeks.”

Bucky offered you a half-hearted smile, but it was tainted with regret.

You were beginning to doubt their ability to fix you. Where would they even begin? You were just the result of another fucked-up half-assed HYDRA experiment. They couldn’t cure you any more than they could cure Bucky or Steve of being super-soldiers. You know it. They know it. You just wish they’d stop blowing smoke up your ass.

Just then, Bruce appeared behind the reinforced glass doors, pressing his palm to the scanner to gain access to your room.

He approached your bed with the same half-hearted smile Bucky imparted.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you feeling today?” Bruce began, like he always did when starting his examinations.

“Fine. Normal. How’s the cure coming along?”

He hesitated for a moment, ignoring your question before continuing with his own.

“Any more headaches?”

“No. Not really.”

“Good, good. That’s good.” More hesitation.

“Just spit it out, Bruce.”

“Well, uh..” he fiddled with his clipboard, pretending to review his findings. “We did some genetic profiling and it looks like the experiment has altered your DNA in ways we’ve never seen before. Your brain scans are phenomenal.”

“That’s not exactly comforting….” You knew where this was going, even though you didn’t completely understand the science of it all.

“What does that mean?” Bucky leaned forward in his seat, prompting Dr. Banner to elaborate.

“Well, I’m afraid it means we can’t cure you.”

Bucky leaned back in his chair; the atmosphere in the room deflated. He didn’t even look at you. You knew this was coming but hearing it out loud and seeing Bucky’s dejected reaction only solidified your fears. There is no hope.

Dr. Banner continued, “The good news is that you seem to be adapting and stabilizing well.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You didn’t want to hear anything else. You weren’t even listening. All you can think about is how you’re no longer an Avenger and how Bucky won’t even look at you now. You lost him; your best friend, maybe more. Where do you go from here?

“I just have a few more questions for you,” Dr. Banner began again, “Are you still able to hear the thoughts of others?”

“Yes. But I can mostly block it out. It’s gotten easier.”

Dr. Banner smiled. “And there haven’t been any more incidents….” He held up his pen. “Can you move this towards you, please?”

You looked up from your lap and focused on the pen, gently floating it above the bed until it reached your grasp.

“Amazing…”

You wished Dr. Banner would be a little less enthusiastic. Your life, as you know it, is over and you’re not in the mood for this.

“Okay. I’m releasing you from my care.”

“Wait. What? When?” You stared at him in awe. Is he joking?

“Right now.” He gathered his notes and left the room, door unlocked.

You felt Bucky grasp your hand. His smile was bright as he waited for your thoughts to catch up.

“Come on. We have a mission,” he coaxed.

“I-I don’t understand,” you hesitated. “I didn’t think you wanted---I didn’t think anyone trusted me.”

“Sweetheart, we do trust you…and I’ll always want you. No matter what.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter. “We found the shitbags that took you…you ready to kick some ass?”

Your eyes lit up with excitement and determination. “I was born ready.”

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holylulusworld · 4 months

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Kidnapping Miss America

Summary: It was an easy job. They had it planned well. They weren’t prepared for you.

Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Criminal!Jake Jensen

Warnings: bitchy reader, arguments, banter, biting (not the sexy kind), violence against kidnappers, mistaken identity, fighting for dominance, dumbass kidnappers (kinda), grumpy Bucky, tension

A/N: Here's the dream pairing we have been waiting for...😂

Words: 2,7k

“Fuck, she’s heavier than she looks,” the guy carrying you inside the hideout pants. He complains loudly as you hang over his shoulder. “I thought she was a model or something.”

“Hey, asshat! Say that again and I’ll scratch your eyes out! Never call me heavy again!” You wiggle in his tight hold. “I will kill the both of you and rip your balls off if I see one hair of your dick!”

The other guy chuckles at your antics. “Yeah, never call her heavy again. That’s not nice. And I won’t show you my dick. I don’t get hard for bitchy bitches.”

“Who asked you?” You growl and blindly grasp for your second kidnapper. “How about brightening your horizon and learning some new words? Bitchy bitches my ass.”

“She has claws and teeth,” kidnapper number one drops you to the ground, making you cry out as you land hard on your ass.

“You fucker!” You jump up faster than the guy can blink. They believed you were a damsel in distress and didn’t restrain your ankles or wrists. Now they regret their lapsus because you jump at the guy dropping you to the floor. “I’ll kill you.”

“What the fuck!” The guy exclaims as you tackle him. He ends up on the ground, you on top of him. You dig your nails into his chest and twist his left nipple. “OUCH!” He squeaks ungracefully as you do it again.

The second guy snickers behind you, but you won’t have it. You get up and rip the blindfold off your eyes. “Bastard!” You kick the first guy’s balls before jumping at the second guy. “I’ll kill you!”

“Help me!” The second guy calls for help as you sink your teeth in his neck and repeatedly bite him like a feral dog. “She tries to rip my flesh out! BUCKY! HELP!”

“I’ll get my pound of flesh!”

“Whoa, is this how Miss America acts? I thought you all dream of world peace and American pie!” The first guy slowly gets back up. He limps toward you to drag you off the second guy. “Let him go, you crazy bitch!”

“Eat shit, loser!” You snarl and twirl around to punch the first guy’s nose. “I’m not some girl you can just kidnap! Who do you think you are?”

“What the fuck, Jensen!” The first guy cups his aching crotch. “I wanted to make fast cash, not get my balls rearranged.”

You snicker as the first guy pleadingly looks at you. He’s much taller than you and strong. It shouldn’t be too hard for him to take you down. But he seems to be afraid to get close to you now.

“He said this is an easy job to make fast cash! All we had to do was grab Miss America and make sure she couldn’t win this contest,” the second guy, Jensen, grunts. “That’s not my fucking fault, Bucky!”

“Of course, it is your fucking fault! You listened to that dumbass,” Bucky bites back. His balls are bruised, and he won’t take this lightly. “I can’t believe I listened to you! I could’ve made more with poker tonight. Instead, I got my balls bruised.”

“More like your ego, wannabe kidnapper,” you chuckle darkly. Bucky’s eyes darken and he takes one step toward you.

You grit your teeth and ball your hands into fists, preparing for a fight.

“What are you? A ninja or shit?” Jensen panics as you look like you know what you are doing. “I think she wants to use karate or something.”

“It’s called Krav Maga, dumbass,” you snap at Jensen and get ready for his attack. “Come and get some.” You prepare for a fight with both men. Two tall guys against you, a fair fight. Your trainer didn’t call you firecracker for nothing.

“I think she’s crazy,” Bucky looks at his accomplice. “Jensen, this was a stupid idea. Miss America is a crazy bitch.”

“Dude, I’m not a miss nor Miss America,” you grit your teeth at Bucky. “You are the crazy one here if you think I’ll just roll over and let you pervs touch me!”

“Wait!” Jensen raises his hands in surrender. “You are not Miss America?” He cocks his head to look you up and down. “Hmm…yeah. I guess those girls don’t have a nice ass like you do.”

“Did you just call my perfect bottom fat?” You narrow your eyes. “Say that again if you want to lose a testicle. I dare you four-eyes!”

Jensen looks offended and pouts. He sniffs and turns away for a moment while his partner in crime tries to charm his way out of this situation.

“It’s a perfect peach,” Bucky shamelessly stares at your ass. He hums and cups his crotch again. “If I didn’t risk another kick to my crotch I’d offer you to take care of your peach.” He grins like he made you the nicest compliment.

“Calling my ass peach won’t get you out of trouble! You kidnapped me, the bookkeeper of the year, and I missed the prize-giving because of you. They wanted to give me a golden pencil and a coupon.”

“Bookkeeper of the year?” Bucky groans. “Jensen don’t tell me we were at the wrong place. Again…”

“How shall I know?” Jensen shrugs. “Dude said she’ll be in the room and wait for us to grab her! It’s not my fault he gave us the wrong information.”

“Seriously? You wanted to kidnap Miss America?” You snort. “Dude, they protect her better than the president. Did you honestly believe Miss America is sleeping at a sleazy motel? She sleeps at the four seasons!”

“Great. We grabbed the wrong girl then,” Bucky sighs and runs one hand down his face. “We fucked up big time.” He pouts and stares daggers into his partner’s skull. “You fucked this up, Jensen!”

“He gave us the wrong information! That’s not my fault.” Jensen sniffs. “Why do you always blame me? I’m only the tech nerd to you. You do not respect me at all.”

“Aw, are you having relationship trouble? Do you want me to wait outside so you can make up?” You tease.

Jensen drops his gaze and sighs deeply. He shrugs and mumbles an apology under his breath.

Somehow, you pity these two. They don’t seem to be the smartest criminals and you can’t help but feel sorry for them.

Bucky slowly sits down on the worn-out couch. He switches the TV on, to distract himself from thinking about the money they lost tonight. Bucky switches through the channels, making comments about the shows. “Boring…nonsense…wait..”

“What is it?” Jensen gapes at the TV. “Pump up the volume. I want to hear this.”

You look at the TV, listening to what the reporter has to say. According to them someone tried to kidnap Miss America and got shot. They didn’t make it out alive.

“Whoa, this could’ve been us.” Bucky huffs. “Take that, Walker. I knew it was a stupid idea to work with that fucker! He gave us the wrong address to get all the money!”

“You only work with idiots, huh?” You sit next to Bucky. “So, tell me, how much money do you make with crimes.”

“Not much lately. We used to make a lot of cash, but our concurrent fucked us over,” Bucky grumbles. “We need fast cash to keep our business running and stop Rumlow from taking over our club.”

“How do you usually make cash if you don’t kidnap women?” You grin darkly as Bucky’s frown deepens. “Come on, we are kidnapping buddies now. You can trust me.”

“You kicked my balls, lady!” Bucky snaps at you. “I don’t trust you at all. My balls don’t trust you. And my gut instinct doesn’t trust you.”

You snort. “Fine, I’ll go home, grab my prize on the way, and tell Rumlow greetings from you two losers…”

Jensen stares at you with wide fearful eyes as you make your way toward the door.

“Rumlow?” He hiccups. “You know Rumlow?”

“He prefers when I call him Brock and rub his shoulders after a long day,” you look over your shoulder to flash Bucky, who suddenly stands behind you, a smirk. “Did I forget to mention that I’m his bookkeeper?”

Jensen makes an odd noise. He wrings his hands and tries to not show he’s scared to hell and back at the mention of Brock Rumlow.

“What? Not so cocky any longer?” You turn on your heels to jab two fingers into Bucky’s chest. “Miss America my ass. I’m worth more than that bony bitch!”

Bucky looks you up and down. He hums and immediately pounces on you. “You’re right,” you squeak when he throws you over his shoulder again. “Rumlow will pay us a fucking lot of money to get you back.”

“Uh-Bucky,” Jensen watches his partner restrain you to the heater. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to treat her this way. Rumlow will kill us,”

“Aw, your little partner is scared,” you snicker. “How about you two play by my rules from now on, and I help you get more money than you could ever spend?”

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. He sniffs and turns to leave the room. “I don’t trust you.”

“Wait, maybe she can help us,” Jensen doesn’t want to end up dead because they kidnapped you. If you are willing to help them, he’ll do anything to get in your good graces.

Bucky sneers as his partner looks at you like a lost puppy. “Get out of the fucking room, Jensen. We don’t negotiate with girls kicking a man’s balls.”

“It’s called massage,” you giggle and snort as Bucky turns around to glare at you. “Don’t tell me you never got kicked in the balls before. You scream awful first date.”

“Watch your tongue!” Bucky points his index finger at you. “I’m an awesome first date. The ladies never complained.”

“Yeah, because you bored them to death.” The look he gives you makes you giggle again. “You’re not used to a woman talking back, huh?”

“What you said about the money,” Jensen clears his throat to get your attention, “is it true? Can you help us?”

“Well,” you look at the handcuffs around your wrist. “I will talk if your partner takes these off again. If not, you will regret putting your hands on me.”

“How do you want to help us? Talk,” Bucky barks while his partner expectantly looks at you. “I don’t have all night.”

“I got more than enough time,” you stretch your body and yawn. “How about you get some food and beer first? I’ll talk after I eat. You fucked my day up.”

“Uh-I don’t have much money with me,” Jensen looks inside his wallet, sighing deeply. “I got ten bucks. What do you have, Bucky?”

“Guys,” you sigh and shake your head. “How did you survive for so long without my help?” You get up from the couch and grab your bag. “Christ, you should have at least one hundred bucks with you. You never know if you need to run.”

“What?” Bucky furrows his brows. “What do you mean you must run away?”

“I’m working for a dangerous criminal who likes to kill people if they look at him for too long. I have a plan, always.”

“Making plans is my job,” Jensen grins proudly. “Not this one, of course. Walker made the plan this time.”

“Hmm…” you open your wallet and hand Bucky fifty bucks. “Here, get us some food and beer. I think you know where my car is. Get it here, and don’t get caught. I trust you that you don’t run off and leave me alone with your partner.”

“I’m not your servant,” Bucky grunts and snatches the money out of your hands. “Why do you need your car?”

“I’ll tell you if you come back with food and beer…”

“Here,” Bucky slams the beer on the table. He drops three paper bags filled with takeout next to the beer, huffing as you are busy playing the blind man’s bluff card game with Jensen. “What are you doing? She’s still our hostage.”

“Jakie and I discussed the most important things,” you coo, and grab one of the bags. “I hope you brought some dessert too. This is going to be a long night.”

“Yeah? How about you answer my questions first,” Bucky grunts and slams his fist onto the table. “Why are there three suitcases and shit in your trunk?”

“Uh-“Batting your eyelashes you try to not give away too much. “That’s none of your business. I was about to go on vacation.”

“Vacation for how long?” Bucky steps closer and snatches the card from your forehead. He crumples the card up and flings it across the room. “I’m done playing games. Talk.”

“Stop barking at me like a feral dog,” you snap at Bucky. "Jake and I had a great time without your grumpy ass around."

“Stop messing with me,” the brunette pants heavily. “We’ve got no time for this shit.”

“Fine. I kinda stole the access data for Rumlow’s offshore bank accounts and his black book. I know where he’s hiding every single buck.”

Bucky licks his lips while his partner in crime nervously shifts in his seat. “He’s going to kill all of us, Buck. We need to get out of town!”

“Relax, Jakie!” You wave his concern off. “Rumlow is busy with another poker game. He’s out of town for a week. More than enough time to get out of town and transfer all of his money to my bank account in the Bahamas.”

“Bahamas? You think he won’t find you there?” Bucky huffs. “You’re stupider than I thought if you believe for one second you can rob Brock Rumlow and get away with it.”

“Aw, sweet cheeks,” you pat Bucky’s cheek. “I already robbed every single buck. I only need to get out of town, and this country.”

“She robbed all of his money,” Jensen hiccups. “What if he believes we had something to do with all of this?”

“You know,” sizing Jensen up you smirk, “I could need help hiding the money. You’re smart and reliable. If you are willing to follow me, we can be Gods.”

“Do you listen to yourself sometimes?” Bucky huffs. “Rumlow will flay Jensen and you alive. You have no survival instinct at all.”

“I got survival instinct,” you bump your chest into Bucky’s trying to intimidate him. “I kicked your balls, remember? I could have easily broken your neck too.”

“I’d like to see you try.” He dares to grin. “I doubt you’ll be able to wrap your hands around my neck. Little peach.”

“Well, if you are the survival expert you should join me and Jakie,” you challenge. “Your business is dead. So, I heard.”

“We could buy an island!” Jensen dreamily sighs. “Cocktails on the beach. The sun kissing my skin.”

“You’ll get sunburn,” Bucky grunts. He crosses his arms over his chest while eying you warily. He cocks a brow when you open a beer and take a large swig.

“I’ll pay you,” you run your fingertips over his bicep. “What’s your price? How much does your service cost me?”

Jensen watches you sip on the beer. He hums and imagines helping you for free to touch your peach. “I’ll do it for free!”

“Jensen!” Bucky mutters.

“Aw, he only wants to be a good boy for me, right?” You turn on your heels to pat Jensen’s cheek. He smiles widely. “I got more money than you could ever dream of. I only need someone to help me hide it and a bodyguard.”

“Bucky,” Jensen pleads.

“Fine,” the brunette throws his hands up. “If we die, I’ll blame you, Jensen.”

On your way out of town, you relax in the passenger seat staring at your bank account. Fifty million dollars should be enough to start a new life.

While Jensen takes a nap in the back seat, Bucky is driving the car you rented using a fake identity. He’s still a grumpy ass but you know, he’ll do anything to protect you. If only for the money you promised them.

Soon you will leave this country and your old life. Rumlow will regret firing you. He will remember your name till the end of his life.

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 5 months

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To Stop Winter

Bucky had never been the chattiest Avenger, and if Y/N was being honest, he scared her a little bit. He was tall, brooding, and had a super-strong metal arm for goodness’ sake! Steve would always assure her that Bucky was quite friendly when you got to know him, but Y/N wasn’t entirely convinced. Nevertheless, she supposed she ought to try to socialize with him a little bit, at least so she wouldn’t be on his bad side.

It was on one of these trips to make conversation with the super soldier that Y/N got the feeling that she was being watched. She shrugged it off and approached him. Bucky was on the couch, reading The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien. Oh. Y/N probably shouldn’t bother him; after all, she didn’t like to be bothered when she was reading, and who knew how cranky he might get if she stopped him during a good part-

“Kid?”

Y/N stiffened, not realizing she had been staring at him.

“Uh, hi,” Y/N said.

“Something you needed?” Bucky asked.

“Nope, nothing,” Y/N said quickly, “just uh, just looking for Steve. Yeah.”

Bucky paused, his expression unreadable.

“He’s in the training room,” he said.

‘R-right, thanks,” Y/N said, quickly scurrying off.

…

Bucky watched Y/N leave, careful to keep his confusion to himself. Y/N was so flighty, it worried him.

…

Y/N stopped outside the training room. She didn’t want to bother Steve either. Not that he would mind, but still. Y/N turned to go back to her room, but stopped when she realized she’d have to pass through the living room again. That could be awkward…Y/N was just about to open the door when she felt a sudden pinch in her neck. Y/N blinked, puzzled, reaching up to her neck and pulling out a small, black dart.

Y/N’s eyes went wide. She went to call out for Steve when a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides. Her shout was quite muffled, and her struggles quickly became feeble. She heard someone speaking in a foreign accent before her eyes fluttered shut and her consciousness faded.

…

Y/N stirred to the sound of voices nearby. She opened bleary eyes and saw two men in dark uniforms with a red symbol embroidered on the shoulder.

“HYDRA?” she mumbled.

The men turned, seeing that their captive was awake. One of them approached her, ruffling her hair.

“Welcome little soldier,” he said, his Russian accent quite thick, “you should be honored to be here.”

Y/N yanked her head away, discovering that she was strapped to an operating chair.

“Wha- what is this?” she asked groggily.

The men ignored her, continuing to speak to each other in Russian. Some scientists entered the room, dressed in white lab coats and immediately going to control panels, flipping switches and pressing buttons.

“Hey- stop- what’s going on!?”

“Ah, how rude of me,” the first man said, “Y/N Y/L/N, you are about to become the first of cryogenically enhanced super soldiers-”

Wait- Y/N already was cryogenically enhanced! Why didn’t she try something sooner? Y/N summoned ice crystals to cut through the straps holding her in place… they melted as soon as they formed.

“Huh!?”

The man stopped speaking when he saw Y/N’s frankly pathetic escape attempt. He laughed, the sound echoing in the room.

“Little soldier,” he said, “did you think we would not take precautions? We have injected a serum that has temporarily disabled your abilities. After all, this operation was risky enough as it is, we will not let you spoil things by leaving. The world needs a Winter Solider, and since the last one is no longer useable, we will take a younger, stronger specimen to enhance.”

The reality of the situation finally sunk in. Y/N’s eyes went wide, and she started to thrash and struggle in her restraints. The scientists continued to work at the control panels, and one of them approached Y/N with a small block of wood.

“I think you will want that,” the HYDRA agent said, “this won’t be a pleasant experience for you.”

The scientist put the block of wood in between Y/N’s teeth. Tears brimmed in her eyes and her breaths came in short and fast. An electric panel was positioned over her left eye. Y/N screwed her eyes shut when she heard the sound of metal ripping apart.

She opened her eyes when no pain came. Scientists and the two agents rushed to the door, but they each fell to the ground as bullets flew through them. Bucky burst through the shredded doorway, automatic rifle in hand.

Y/N spat out the block of wood.

“Bucky!”

Bucky mowed through the rest of the scientists and agents, making a beeline for Y/N. He hoisted the gun over his shoulder and started working on the straps restraining her.

“Can you walk?” Bucky asked.

Y/N nodded. She stood up…and her knees buckled. Bucky caught her before she could hit the ground.

“I-I’m sorry-I don’t know why-“

“You’ve been drugged with who knows what,” he said, “hold on.”

Bucky easily lifted Y/N into a bridal carry. Y/N squeaked, putting her arms around his neck. Bucky rushed Y/N out of the HYDRA base and into the Quin-Jet outside. He laid her down on a padded bench and got in the pilot’s seat, flying them both back to Avengers Tower.

Once the Quin-Jet had been cloaked and was on autopilot, Bucky approached Y/N, crouching down next to her.

“You okay, kid?” he asked gently.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, Y/N felt absolutely exhausted.

“They-” she gulped, “they were gonna- I was gonna- how did you find me?”

Bucky smiled.

“I keep a pretty close eye on you, Y/N,” he said, “even HYDRA can’t keep you out of my sight for long.”

“Oh.”

The tears started falling freely now. Y/N suddenly reached up and hugged Bucky as tight as she could manage.

…

Bucky, stunned at first, slowly hugged Y/N back. He’d have to take her to the med bay when they got back to Avengers Tower, who knew what else the HYDRA agents had pumped into her system before waking up.

Bucky didn’t let go until he noticed Y/N had gone limp in his arms. He pulled away to see that she was out cold. Yep, definitely going to the med bay when they got back. He laid her back down and covered her with a blanket, then went back to the cockpit to radio in and let Steve know they were coming.

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Y/N woke up in the med bay, an IV in her arm and steady beeping filling the silence. She turned her head to the side and saw Bucky, still reading The Return of the King. He looked up, and noticing she was awake, set the book off to the side.

“Hey kid,” he said, “how’re you feeling?”

“Like I slept way too much and not enough at the same time,” Y/N admitted.

“Yeah… they had you on a power-suppressing serum, an analgesic, and a sedative. I’m honestly surprised you woke up when you did.”

The two didn’t say anything for several moments.

“Well, uh,” Bucky started, “I should probably let Dr. Cho know you’re awake.”

Bucky stood up to leave, but Y/N grabbed his hand weakly. He looked down at her.

“Thank you, Bucky,” she said, “for saving me.”

Bucky smiled again, squeezing her hand a little before letting go and heading to the door.

“I’d do it for you anytime, Y/N,” he said.

Y/N wasn’t afraid of Bucky anymore after that day.

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Ichor Part Two (Stucky x Kidnapped with Amnesia!Reader)

part one here

It took time to adjust to your new setting. You continued to squint at the bright fluorescent lighting, so much so that your nurse gave you sunglasses. Your doctor, Dr. Cho was it? she kept talking to you, but it all sounded like someone was talking through a haze of jello.

You felt your hearing come back slowly, and with the awakening out of your dissociative state, you quickly reached to take out the oxygen tube up your nose. Dr. Cho grabbed your hand gently, giving you a small smile whilst you stared at her in terror.

“It’s okay,” She promised. “Can you hear me?”

You blinked a few times and subtly nodded, enough so that Dr. Cho caught it.

“I’m glad,” She said. “That must’ve been really scary.” You said nothing in response. You’ve been taught too many times not to speak unless given permission.

Dr. Cho rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb as you both sat in silence.

“Do you want this off?” She spoke, pointing to your oxygen tube.

You just stared back blankly in response. Who knew what consequence would come from your answer?

“Do you know Leona? She told me you needed permission to speak. I need you to know those rules don’t apply here–you don’t have to listen to any nonsense like that. You can speak whenever, however you want, okay?”

You frowned at the mention of Leona talking about you. Was that any of her business? You realized after a moment that Dr. Cho was still waiting on a response from you. You avoided eye contact and looked at your lap, nodding.

“I’m going to ask you some routine questions, okay?”

You nodded once again.

During the examination, your eyes drew themselves to the door, where you could make out two large silhouettes on the other side. Had they been there the whole time?

Dr. Cho noticed this, and held your hand a little tighter. “Are you ready to see them?”

You looked at her in confusion, and she seemed to pick up on this, concern drawing itself all over her face. She took her hand from yours and feverishly started to write things down in her notebook.

“Do you know who I’m talking about?”

You struggled to shake your head negatively, but did it anyways.

She sighed. “Do you recognize me?”

You averted your gaze and shook your head negatively again. Dr. Cho let out a nervous exhale.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.” She firmly grabbed your hand while she spoke and let it go to exit the room.

As the door slid open you immediately made eye contact with the men behind the door, eyes bouncing from one man to the other back and forth. You nervously looked away, trying to block out the feelings that were bubbling in your chest. What was that? You went to look back, but the door had already been closed. It felt like you were going to throw up.

Seconds passed before the door opened again, and the two men stormed in against the wishes of Dr. Cho, who yelled, “Wait! Enough!!”

“Do you know who we are?” One of the men asked in a whisper, looking angry and defeated. He had shoulder length brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed like he was ready to go off into battle in a second.

The other man looked at you expectantly. He had dirty blonde hair that swept across his head in a clean style. His beard was full, and he also had blue eyes, but his were stormier. He was dressed in casual clothes, or clothes you noticed that you might wear for your training.

Dr. Cho chimed in. “He asked you a question, honey.”

You looked at her, then back at the first man, then back at her. You shook your head negatively.

“You don’t…” The blonde man looked scared, which you assumed wasn’t something he felt often. “You don’t remember us?”

You gulped and fiddled with the blanket over your lap. Your mind, in an attempt to save yourself from the intense emotions in the room, focused at the task at hand. You were in a new location–Dr. Cho had told you you were saved. All you knew was living in the laboratory, so what did saved really entail? You could get this emotion out in training. Leona would rip you a new one, beating you to the ground, but it would help you forget whatever was happening at this moment.

So, in an attempt to make things better, you spoke. “When’s training?”

You hadn’t noticed that you interrupted a conversation between the two men and Dr. Cho, you must’ve dissociated. Your voice broke the conversation in whole, silence enveloping the room.

“Training?” The brunet breathed out.

You nodded. Dr. Cho gave you a pitiful look.

“Leona told me about the training you’d have to do with each other, and so did Claire. You don’t have to do any of that here.” Dr. Cho said.

The two men gave each other a look, and the one walked off. Dr. Cho looked at him in alarm, and sped after him, yelling at him to leave her patients alone.

The brown haired man and you stayed in the room, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his presence. How did you know him? You reminded yourself that Dr. Cho said you could speak, that you could say whatever you wanted, and you tried to gather the bravery to say something to him.

“I knew you.” You said to him, getting his angry expression to turn soft. “Before.”

He sat down in the chair next to you, letting out a heavy sigh. “You did.”

It stayed quiet for the next few minutes, and you desperately searched in your brain for something, anything, that would give you a hint as to who he was.

“What do they call you?” You asked. You knew you, Leona, and Claire all had your given name, and your laboratory name. 1, 2, and 3. You were 1, Leona was 2, and Claire was 3. Did it go this way outside of the laboratory? Did everyone have two names? You could feel in your bones that being called a number wasn’t correct.

The man tilted his head in confusion. “My name’s Bucky.”

“Bucky.” You repeated.

He nodded. “Do you know your name?”

This was a trick question. It had to be. You sat there, debating what to say for a second or two. Bucky didn’t seem like the guy to be asking trick questions. But you’d heard Do you know your name? too many times before disaster. You knew the other girls likely felt the same way.

Bucky didn’t seem patient. “Do you?”

You let out an exhale, you supposed it was time to test the legitimacy of being saved after all. “Yes.”

And so you told him your name, no number, just your pure name.

Bucky relaxed, and he sat back in his seat, refusing to take his eyes off of you.

Steve sped as fast as he could to Leona’s room. When the door didn’t slide open at his palm, he debated slamming the door open himself.

Dr. Cho moved in front of Steve, catching her breath from running so fast.

“Steve,” she said. “I won’t let you harass her.”

He shot Dr. Cho daggers. “You knew that she knows what happened to my girlfriend and you decided to keep it from me? I’ll ask her myself.”

“I refuse to let you in there, Steve.” She stood her ground, and just when Steve was about to argue further, Leona’s door opened, her angrily behind it.

She had a stupid smirk on her face, though her eyes were filled with rage. “Talking about me? You know, you could’ve just knocked.”

Steve gave Dr. Cho a glare and followed Leona into her room.

“Leona,” Dr. Cho said. “You don’t have to have visitors if you don’t want to.”

Leona scoffed, shakily getting back into her bed. “He wants to know about number 1, who am I to deny such knowledge?”

“Number 1?” Steve questioned, folding his arms across his chest.

Leona rolled her eyes. “Your precious girl. That was her name, y’know, back in the lab.”

Before Steve could question further, Leona turned to Dr. Cho. “You can leave us, I can handle it.”

Dr. Cho reluctantly left the room, though Steve could see her silhouette waiting in the hallway.

Leona leaned back into her pillows, reaching for her IV to plug it back in to the tube in her arm. She sighed in relief.

“Number 1 always gets special treatment, even here. I bet they have her on the good stuff, not this crap.” She pointed to the fluid bag.

“Don’t call her that.” Steve demanded.

Leona seemed to find joy in Steve’s fury. “We all have numbers, she’s number 1, I’m number 2, and you heard number 3 whining on the jet.”

“What do you want to know?” She baited before Steve could argue further about the numbers.

Steve lifted his chin, attempting to be as strong as he could in his stance. “What do you know about what happened to her?”

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years

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Harsh

Pairing: Dark Bucky Barnes x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Bucky shows you what you get from trying to run away.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; Violence.

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His metal hand touches your thigh, eyes flaring up with contained anger.

“You really should start listening to what I tell you. It would save you from unrequited punishments.” Bucky bitterly says. You gulp with anxiety as his cold fingers run down your leg until they graze your ankle.

The desire to pull your leg away from him is hard to control but you know it would only make your situation worse. You’re already in big trouble.

“It didn’t have to be like this, you know. But you had to be a brat, so you really don’t give me another choice if not to punish you.” he continues, a sinister look taking over his face.

The knot on your stomach gets more intense and you start regretting trying to escape him. It was a futile attempt, you don’t even know why you did it.

In that reckless moment your body acted as if it had a mind of its own. You ran towards the door, hoping to be fast enough to lock it open but of course you weren’t successful. Bucky is a super-soldier and you are nothing compared to him.

“I really thought we were getting somewhere but apparently not. That’s really a shame.” his fingers curl around your ankle, harshly squeezing the limb and a gasp escapes your lips.

“Bucky, please. I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t trying to esc-” a piercing scream leaves your mouth, interrupting whatever you were about to say.

Your ankle now bended in an unnatural position, the bone easily snapping with a sickening crack under the strength of his metal hand.

Your eyes fill with tears, overwhelming pain filling your senses. Bucky removes his hand from your ankle, giving you a crooked smile.

“I want to see how you get away from me now.”

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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Hello!! I absolutely love your page 🥰💙 and I’m sorry to hear your previous account was deleted!

I was wondering if you can do a request of little!reader getting kidnapped and hurt? And daddy!stucky saves them?

Thank you so much! 💙💙💙

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for everything! I hope you like how i turned your request ❤️

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Warnings : kinapping, angst, hurt little reader, violence, fear, cries, angry daddies

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary :

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"Do you know why you're here ?"

A deep voice, deeper than ever speak as this person turns around you. If you try to move, you can't. If you try to speak, you can't. You can only let your tears falling down your cheeks and your sobs muffling by a blindfold in your mouth. You close your eyes and try to stop your sobs knowing it will pissing him more

The man kicks the chair making it shake, he grabs your hair and pulls back your head "I asked you a question" he spills through his teeth. You sobs and shake your head. The man above you smirk down at you, he pulls your hair harder making you let out a cry "your precious men are famous, right ?"

You nod your head whimpering

"And they save the world every times, right ?"

You nod your head again. Your tears fall on the blindfold and down your clothes. You sniff as you open your eyes again. The tears make you blind for some seconds but your vision get back quickly. You see the darkness in his eyes, the power he hold in one hand, the pain and anger who hide behind his darkness. The way he looks at you make you shiver, the way his fist hold your hair make you more scared than you ever feel in your life

"But they aren't only heros. They don't just save the world like newspapers like to say. They kill. They kill a lot of people and that- that's something the newspapers keep apart" he says letting go of your hair. You whine at the feeling and you watch him walking around you. He stops until he's infront of you. He rests his hands on his knees and looks in your eyes with nothing but hate "it's hard, isn't it? It's hard to face the truth. To realize that the people you love are not what they make you think they are"

You frown looking into his deep eyes "you never told yourself that there were more inside their stories ? When they told you they saved a woman, do they told you they had to kill someone to do that ?" he asks tilting his head

You shake your head letting more tears falling down your face.

"The men with who you live are killers, they kill and make it seems like a good thing" he spills narrowing his eyes "do you know why you're here now ?"

You sob and shake your head

"they killed my son. They made me suffer. So they'll suffer too"

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"Where the fuck is she ?"

Bucky yells at the babysitter. What they thought would be a loving evening, just the two of them in a romantic place turn into one of their worst nightmare. They were happy, they were happy to go out and spend a nice night at the most romantic restaurant of the city. They were happy when they walk through the door, hoping to find you curled up on their bed. They were happy at the thought of sliding in the sheets and wrap their arms around you

However, when they walked in the warm house and went in the living room, their anger and worries run in their entire body at the view of the babysitter on the phone with the police, tears running down her cheeks.

"I went in the bathroom for two minutes and when I came back, she wasn't here anymore. I searched everywhere but I didn't found her" She explains through her sobs. She watches as the two men become redder than ever. They share a look and before they start to panic, Steve asks "Are your sure you looked everywhere ? You know she loves hiding to prank us"

Bucky's fist is firmly tight. How can something like this could've happen ? They never let you alone, they're always with you and when they take one night out of the house, you disappear. "No, I swear to you, she isn't here" the babysitter says

Steve looks at his husband "Let's watch the footages. We'll have more answers" Bucky nods and looks at the babysitter "Go home Amber, we will keep you informed"

Both men walk apprehensively to the room where all the footages of the house are. When they stand infront of the cameras, their worries level up. Steve clicks on a button and they watch the evening you spend at home

You run through the house and jump in the couch. You watch Amber walking behind and sits beside you. "What do you want to watch, honey ?" She asks taking the remote. You think about it for a second before turning to face her "apuntel" you ask and she frowns

The only men who are able to understand you is your daddies

You stand up and grab the end of your hair and you lengthen them to pretend you have very long hair. You look back at her and she smiles nodding "you want to watch rapunzel ?" She asks to be sure and you nod grinning.

She starts the movie and you jump back on the couch. You rest your head on her shoulder and enjoy the movie. You sing along with the character, you dance around the couch when they dance and laugh all along the movie.

While you dance, you hear your babysitter saying she needed the bathroom. You saw her walking upstairs while you turn around just like rapunzel do in the movie. You close your eyes and enjoy your moment.

Of course you miss your daddies but you know they spend a nice evening and you know you're in a corner of their mind all the times so it help making you feel better about spending some hours without them.

You dance faster as the music goes faster. You don't see the man walking discreetly toward you. You turn around while dancing, you don't have times to gasp or even make a noise when a hand is puts against your mouth while an arm is wraps around your waist

It’s hard, almost impossible to watch the screen for the two men but they had to. They had to bring you back home

"zoom" Bucky says and learns against the table to have a better view of the screen. Steve comes back some seconds before and zoom on the face of the man who just walked in the house "do you know him ?" Steve asks looking at Bucky who nod "yeah" he says, he doesn't know how to feel, he doesn't know what emotion he has "I killed his son months ago"

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You're tired- No, you're exhausted. Trying to stay awake to be sure nothing happen to you is more exhausting than what you thought. You thought the adrenaline was going to last a long time but apparently what you thought was wrong.

You don't know what time it is. You don't know if it's the day or the night. You don't know how long you've been on this chair, tied up. The fact that you didn't see the sky and the sun or the stars make you more tired, all this weakens you mentally. Your tears keep running down your cheeks and your mouth starts hurting because of the blindfold. You try to move your hands but they're tied up on your back and every time you try to move them, you feel a harsh pain in your arms from the position

You whimper when you hear noises behind the huge door who keep you away from the world. Your body trembles when you see him walking inside. He wears black clothes and in the dark room, it's hard to see his silhouette correctly. He walks toward you but doesn't talk. His eyes are on you, the whole time. He watches you, he impregnates your fear and your weak position.

He stands behind you, you whine when he grabs a fist of your hair and you soon feel a cold thing against your throat making you gasp "don't move, if you say a word before you're allowed to, you're dead. Don't react when you see them" he whispers in your ear.

Your eyes are on the door, and only on the door. Your heart beat goes faster at the thought of your daddies walking through it at any moment. You shift a little on your chair as a strange feeling makes its way in your body. You groan when the man behind you presses harder the knife against your throat making you too scared to swallow

Steve breaks down all the door with every time the hope of finding you behind one of them. When he breaks down the seventh doors, him and Bucky run inside. They were ready to be disappointed like the firsts times but when their eyes fell on you, they felt relived for a moment. This moment didn't last long, their eyes not only fell on you but on the man behind you and mostly on the metal against you

"You went faster than I thought" A deep voice chuckles behind you "she must be important for you" he says with a smirk

"let her go, Jerry. She didn't do anything" Bucky says eyeing him. he watches all his movement, everything he says and everything he can do.

Jerry laughs "I know she didn't do anything. That's why she's here" You let out a sob. You don't know what will happen, and that scare you more than ever. Your eyes cross your Papa's and his eyes soften for a second. He swallows and tries to keep his calm, for you.

They were scared something like this would've happen and now that it's happening, they have to deal with it smartly.

"Why are you doing that ?" Steve asks moving his eyes up. "You made me suffer by killing my son, James. Don't you remember ? Last year was suppose to be my year. And because of you, it was the worst year of my whole life. I'm the one who suffered, I'm the one who lost something. This year it's your turn"

Your face grimaces from the cries who come out of you. You sniff and sob not knowing what to do. The only thing you can do is waiting for your daddies to get you out of here. The power are in their hands, just like all your hopes

"Please, please don't do that" Bucky says lowering his gun. Steve looks at Bucky's hand and frowns "Buck, what are you doing ?"

"Take me instead" Your Daddy takes a step forward the chair "I'm the one who killed your son. I'm the one who made you suffer. So I'm the one you'll go wild on"

Steve grabs Bucky's hand to try to stop him "what are you doing ? Are you crazy ?" He whispers with wide eyes. Bucky turns around and winks two times at his husband before going back on his straight face "trust me. Everything will be fine"

He takes another step toward the chair making Steve lets go of his hand "Take me. Make me suffer like you did. But let her go, please"

Jerry smirks "Is the big James barnes pleads me ?" Buckys nods "I'm begging" he says. He puts his weapons on the ground and stands up. Your eyes are wide open. You're scared about what he's doing. What does that mean ?

Your Daddy's eyes find you "can I tell her goodbye before they leave ?" he asks. Jerry sighs and rolls his eyes giving Bucky the authorization. Bucky quickly is beside you. He grabs your cheeks with his hands and looks into your eyes "do you trust me ?"

You nod your head, the sobs keep getting out

"I love you, baby" He kisses your forehead. His lips slide to your ear "don't move"

Just after saying that. Bucky grabs the knife he had on his pocket and throws it on Jerry's stomach. Jerry gasps and lets go of you before falling on the floor. Steve runs to Jerry to make sure he won't stand up while Bucky unties you

"You're okay, you're okay, little one" Bucky removes the blindfold before going to untie your feet. You cough when the blindfold fall on the ground and you start moving on the chair. Steve unties your hands and you cry in pain when your arms come back on each side of your body

Bucky lifts you up and carries you out of this room. He keeps you close to him, your arms are wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist. Your face is hide in his neck but even with that, you know your Papa is close behind you "You're fine. We're here now."

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After the doctor of your daddies went to check on you, after a bath to clean you and help you relax, your Papa lies you on their bed. You're all comfy, you're wrap in a big and warm blanket. Steve kisses your forehead "i'll be right back, sweetie" You grab his wrist before he can go and shake your head, your eyes are wide open, just like when you were on the chair

Steve grabs your hand and gently pulls away. He sits on the bed and squeezes your hands "the man who took you is gone. He won't hurt you, not anymore" his eyes travel down your face.

It pain him to see how hurt you are. Your face describes to him what he did to you, the blows you received, the pain you felt and you still feel. The only thing he can't see is how psychologically impacted you are. "I know you're scared, and in pain. But we're here to take care of you, we're here to protect you and held you when you need us to" Steve kisses your hand "you're scared and you will be for some times but we'll be here, beside you all this times"

You nod with a trembling lip. "you don't have to worry. While I go talk to Daddy, Bucksie will protect you and we will be quick. I promise" he kisses your nose "are you okay with me leaving you for a second ?

You swallow and slowly nod your head. Steve gives you a smile before standing up. He walks out of the room and goes in the bathroom to find Bucky "how are you ?"

Bucky takes a breath "I had better nights" he sighs "but i'll be fine. How is she ?" he asks looking at Steve. "She'll be fine too. Are you sure you're okay ? I know you Buck. And I know it was hard to keep your anger for yourself in that room. I’m proud of you that you succeed by keeping it"

Bucky sighs ‘’that doesn’t mean I won’t do anything to this guy. Tomorrow, we’ll go see him and he will face the consequences’’ Bucky’s fists are wrap around the sink. Steve agrees with him. They have to go see him after what he did’’we will. I just want to make sure you’re fine’’

Bucky turns around to face his husband "I'll be fine. I just have to get over the fact that I blame myself for what happened. After that, I'll be fine" Steve nods "I know you blame yourself but you're the one who saved her. Don't forget that"

Bucky gives Steve a small smile "I'll keep that in mind" Steve smiles at Bucky ‘’and you ? are you okay ?’’ Bucky asks and Steve nods ‘’if you and her are safe, nothing in this world can make me feel not okay’’ Steve winks and grabs Bucky’s hand "let's go to her. She needs us. And you need us" Steve pulls Bucky out of the bathroom and leads him to the bedroom. When they walk in, they see you fighting to keep your eyes open. You didn't want to fall asleep away from them. You didn't do it on the chair so you certainly won't do it in the bed.

"Hi, baby" Bucky smiles and walks to his side of the bed "how are you feeling, beautiful ?" he caresses your hair "m seepy" you mumble making your daddies smile. It's the first time you talk since what happened

"I'm so proud of you, little one" Bucky says kissing your forehead ‘’for everything. You were so good and we are so so proud of you.’’ You sniff and a tiny smile goes on your face ‘’it’s okay to have your eyes watering when you think about what happened. Let your tears out when you need it because that’s what will help you to get over it’’ he whispers and you nod

Steve goes turn off the light and slides on the bed beside you, he wraps his arms around you "come here, sweetness"

He slides his fingers in your hair "you don't have to be scared now. We're here with you" he whispers in your ear. You snuggle closer to him. You feel the bed moving behind you and you soon feel two other arms around you. Your Daddy kisses the back of your neck "We're so sorry that we left you alone. It won't happen again"

You nod and close your eyes. Your Papa gently kisses your swollen face "we love you"

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avengerswillreturn · 1 year

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Protective Bucky

First fic in years! Let's see if I can keep this up.

Plot: Bucky x Reader. Young woman was captured by Hydra for the use of her fire powers. Bucky finds her beaten to a pulp at a raided Hydra base. Based on that scene from FaTWS when Bucky spots Karli in the truck and gets all soft, but this time the girl is actually in trouble.

TWs: Violence, injuries in this chapter. There will be more warnings in the next chapters, so keep an eye on them.

Chapter 1/?

Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky took a mission to track a handful of semitrucks that are believed to lead to a hydra base. The managed to attach trackers to four trucks with Sam’s redwing flying unseen after they found all four leave a warehouse. Back at the tower, they watched as they all split apart and go separate directions, but all of them end up in the middle of nowhere upstate. The team’s satellite doesn’t even have a building registered at the trucks’ location.

The four of them set out to the location in a quinjet, ready for another hydra raid. They arrive in the dark, early morning. Sam stays back to monitor them from above with Friday’s satellite view and give the team some heads-up for any hydra agents. They hesitate to attack at first, but Sam’s voice comes into their earpieces.

“Sure enough,” Sam says from back in the quinjet. “Armed guards around the building with hydra logos on their jackets.”

The rest of the team were hidden in the woods surrounding a large, dark green facility. Hardly any lights break through the darkness. This base definitely tried, and succeeded for a short while, to stay off of shield’s radar. Sam, Steve, and Nat go in for the attacks. After taking down the guards, inside of the base they were not well secured, and it fell quickly. They were not prepared for an attack tonight and it ended as soon as it began. Nat saves intel from the base while they call in more shield agents to arrest the hydra team. At this point, the sun has begun to rise. Steve and Nat are handling arrests and dismantling the base, but Sam finds something for Bucky to handle.

“Bucky, one of those vans isn’t empty.” Sam tells Bucky directly.

“Yeah, Sam. We will clear them out later after they get rid of everyone.” Bucky responds, walking to find where Steve went off to.

“No,” Sam says quietly. “There’s a girl inside that last one in the back.”

Bucky pauses mid-step. The last one wasn’t one they had been tracking. Who knows where it came from, or what was planned for it. “A girl?” Bucky asks back.

“I think so. Friday’s satellite isn’t getting a clear image through the thick metal truck.”

“I’ll keep you posted.” Bucky walks over to the back of the truck and breaks the lock off with his metal arm. Carefully, he opens the door, just in case it’s a trap. It’s dark in the truck, but the light from the rising sun slowly fills it. The truck is mostly filled with boxes, stuff the team will have to go through later. First, Bucky has another issue. In the right side, surely enough, is a girl tucked into the last bit of shadows. Torn, dirty clothes and covered in dried blood. Her dark, messy hair is draped over her face and she's leaning on one bent knee. She’s probably in her early 20s, but looks so small in this situation.

“Woah. Hey,” Bucky said softly to avoid startling her. “Are you hurt?”

The girl looks up and bucky doesn’t read any fear on her face. There is, however, marks and bruises all over. “Back off! Haven’t you had enough?” She yells, more tired than afraid.

“Hey now, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Bucky says, opening the door as far as it’ll go. “Did Hydra do this to you?”

The girl makes a look of surprise in her eyes. “Bucky Barnes?”

“That’s me, is that okay?”

“Holy shit,” she says with a cough. “You gotta get me out of here”

“Are you hurt?’ Bucky asks, hoping into the truck and crouching beside her.

“They beat the shit out of me.” She said shakily. Untucking her knee from her chest. Her pants are torn and stained, one shoe is missing, and her shirt is dirty and covered in blood, and she is decorated in black and blue. “I think my ankle is snapped. They got sick of my bullshit I guess.”

“We’ll get you out of here and safe,” Bucky quickly calls Steve and Nat for backup. “What did you do to piss them off?”

“I escaped.” She tries to lean back but winces and holds her wrist.

Bucky sat down and helped her lean onto the wall of the truck. “Escaped?”

“Yeah,” she says. “The took me when I was really young, when they found out about me. I never bought any of their shit. For years, I hoped the avengers would save me from them, but they kept me in their most secret bases to avoid just that. I finally managed to run away during a mission 6 months ago, but yesterday they caught up with me. They want me alive, guess ‘m valuable, but needed to ‘teach me a lesson’ about who’s in charge.” She continues, while tracing the bruises on her arm with her fingertips, not making eye contact.

“What do you mean by ‘they found out’ about you?” Bucky says.

“Promise not to get scared if I promise I’m on your side?” She says while sticking a pinky out.

“I promise. You can’t scare me.” Bucky accepts the pinky promise.

After letting go, she raises her hand, palm up, and a small flame lights in the middle. As quickly as it begins, she closes her palm, and it goes out.

“Fire?” Bucky says, a little surprised.

“Yeah. Pretty weak right now, all things considered. But hydra finds it useful for. You know.”

“Yep, I do unfortunately. I’ll be here if you need someone who understands.” Bucky sighs, and sits next to her.

A few more minutes pass before Steve and Nat get there.

“Oh shit.” Steve says, looking at Nat. Natasha is trying to hide it, but the look on her face is horror at the thought of what happened. Bucky goes to help the girl up, but she can hardly handle the weight. Bucky carries her to the jet. By the time they get inside, she's barely conscious.

#bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Protective Bucky #Avengers #natasha romanoff #Bucky X Hurt Reader #Bucky has a soft side for people who were also kidnapped by hydra #So does Natasha #We will see where this one goes.#wip

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Heavenly Creature (2) - Mistakes

Title: Heavenly Creature - Mistakes

Rating: Mature

Summary: A stranger saves you from an unfriendly encounter. Is he a knight in shiny armor?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

Warnings: heavy angst, language, hand around throat, non-sexual choking, kidnapping, threats, hostage situation, non-consensual injection/drug use, mentions of past medical procedures, hurt & comfort

Word count: 2,4 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Part 2/3

<< Part 1

Heavenly Creature masterlist

“Buck, I think we got the wrong girl,” a third voice says as you drift into darkness again…

“Fuck’s sake, Buck. Stop! You can’t give her more of this shit,” you drift in and out of consciousness. Your eyelids flutter open, only to fall close again. Your tongue is glued to the roof of your mouth and your body feels heavier than it should while you struggle to even lift your hand off the thin mattress you are lying on. “Tony told you to not give her more.”

“She’s fighting the drug, or else we would know everything about her role within Hydra. I know it was her, Steve. I remember her face clearly. I know this woman is the one working at the lab.”

“Hmm…smells good,” your head lolls back as Bucky tries to convince his friend you are one of the monsters using him as their tool. “Mommy, can I have pancakes?”

“Buck, she’s barely awake. You pumped her full of the drug and she still didn’t tell you anything about Hydra. Tony ran a background check while you tried to press the truth out of her. She is a librarian for years. There is no connection to Hydra. What if you are wrong?”

“This can’t be! She has the same eyes and hair. I remember her voice and scent,” Bucky hovers over your trembling form to get a closer look at you. “It must be her. I know it.”

“Buck, you were drugged most of the time at that lab. They wiped your memories too. All the others had a past with Hydra. She’s a small-town girl. Y/N came to New York to live with her aunt after someone shot her parents.”

“Her parents?”

“Yeah. Dr. Y/M/N and Dr. Y/F/N Y/L/N got killed at their house. Y/N slept at her best friend’s house that night. That’s why she survived. Her parents weren’t so lucky,” Steve closes the manila folder in his hands. “Buck, I don’t think this is the woman we are looking for. She’s too young.”

“No. It’s her. I just know it. Give me a bit more time and I can prove it. She will admit all of her sins, Steve.”

“No more drugs,” Steve warns. “You are going to kill her if you give her more. We all agreed to bring Hydra down with all might after—”

“After our little private war,” Tony walks into the room, sighing as you start to stir. “I agreed to help you find all of them, not to torture innocent girls. Your friend shouldn’t cross another line.”

“Bucky, let us check on her past again. Don’t do anything until Tony and I are back. I can’t let you hurt an innocent woman.”

“Good. You’re finally awake,” your brain feels a little fuzzy as the man holding you hostage leans over your body. You can feel his eyes on you but are too tired to open your eyes. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

“I don’t know,” it’s too hard to lift your head so you just lie on the thin mattress and pray this nightmare will end soon. “I miss my mom.” In times of need or whenever you are having a hard time, you miss your mother the most.

“What did you do for Hydra?”

“I don’t know Hydra.”

“What did you do to me?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m losing my patience here, doll,” you don’t even flinch when he slams his metal fist into the mattress next to your head. “Answer my damn questions.”

“I did,” you slowly blink your eyes open to look at Bucky. He’s panting heavily. His hair falls in his face, and he looks like he’s about to explode if you don’t give him what he wants. You just can’t. There is nothing to admit.

“Did you inject the drugs? Did you wipe my memory? Did you abuse me?”

“Abuse you?” repeating his words you weakly lift your hand to touch his cheek, but he slaps it away, making you wince. “I would never abuse you. You’re so pretty. A heavenly creature...”

“What was your job? I want to know everything,” he growls now. “I will break every bone in your body if you don’t start talking right now.”

“I’m a librarian,” you sniffle. “I hand out books, Sir. I never worked for Hydra, please. I heard about Hydra for the first time in classes, and later in the news. I don’t work for them. I never hurt anyone, please.”

“Stop lying, doll,” he grabs your shirt to bring your face close to his. Bucky swallows thickly as you start to cry. “Give me something to work with. I know you weren’t one of the big bosses.”

“Please. I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will kill you if you don’t stop lying,” your eyes wide and fearful you look up at Bucky as he pushes you back onto the mattress to straddle your thighs. His metal hand wraps around your throat and you fear this is the end. “TELL ME THE TRUTH! What about your parents, or your friends? Do they know about Hydra?”

“My parents worked at a lab,” eyes rolling back in your skull you are close to losing consciousness once again. “I was scared when they took me with them to show me their lab.”

“Your parents,” Bucky releases your throat to cup your chin roughly. He forces you to open your eyes again. “Stay with me. I need to know more about your parents.”

“Hmm…I wanted to play but daddy took me with him. His friends weren’t nice,” you murmur as his nose brushes over your cheek. “They had guns. Mommy said it’s alright.”

“Guns? Where? When? Doll, tell me everything,” he’s so close to getting answers he barely recognizes he started to cradle you in his arms. “Please.”

“…I don’t know,” you nuzzle your face in his neck. “Daddy said it’s a game. He put a scarf over my eyes, and we played hide and seek until we were at his lab. It hurt…hurt so bad..”

“Hurt? What hurt? Who hurt you?” he carefully shakes your body to force you to open your eyes again. “Doll, stay with me. I need to know more. Who hurt you?”

“Daddy said it will help a little boy. I wanted to help him,” darkness welcomes you once again and Bucky can only hold you in his arms. He won’t get answers tonight. Maybe he’ll never get answers from you.

“Looks like Y/N’s father was one of Hydra’s top scientists. Her mother, though. We don’t know how she fits in the picture,” Bucky nods as he watches you stir in your sleep. “Did you even listen? You were right, Barnes. I can’t believe I didn’t find out about him sooner.”

“She was a child,” Bucky lowers his eyes to not look Tony and Steve in the eyes. “Y/N told me about her father and mother. They brought her to the lab. She said it hurt, and that there was a boy she wanted to help.”

“We should dig a little deeper, Tony,” Steve watches his friend run his hand over your head. “I think, it’s necessary to find out more about her parents. Maybe she was involved in all of this.”

“I said, she was a child,” Bucky yells. “It can’t be her. I was wrong, Steve.” You slowly blink your eyes open, whimpering as Bucky opens the handcuffs holding you to the bedframe.

“Buck, what are you talking about? You said Y/N was the woman at the lab,” the blonde splutters. “We believed you.”

“I remember now,” stroking your cheek, Bucky tries to silently apologize for all the things he did to you. He sighs as you lean in his touch. “She wasn’t one of the people at the last lab.”

“But you do know her, right?” Steve presses on. “Buck don’t tell me you lied to us. Do you know what we risked bringing all the remaining members of Hydra down for you?”

“I think I saw her at one of the other labs around twenty years ago,” Bucky licks his lips as you move a little closer to listen to his words. “She played with a doll. I-I don’t know much about her.” He whispers.

“She was a child?” Tony asks as you sniffle silently. “They brought a kid to the lab. What kind of parent would do such a thing?”

“Y/N sat on a chair, watching me. I watched her play for a while, and she smiled at me, but then…she screamed as the doctor took another blood sample,” Bucky grunts. “I tried to break out of the chair to help her. I didn’t make it, but the girl ran to me and held my hand, telling me everything is going to be alright.”

“That’s why you remember her eyes, hair, and scent,” Tony concludes. “Jesus, Barnes. We could’ve killed the poor girl. You better get your brain checked again.”

“My memories are torn. I confuse things sometimes,” you look at Bucky, feeling calmer as he starts to stroke your hand with his metal fingers. “She held my hand, and I held hers. I confused my memories of her with the ones of the woman abusing me…”

“Buck, we all need a break. Let Bruce and Dr. Cho check on the girl. She needs food and sleep too. I can bring her to the medic bay, and you get some rest. Maybe we didn’t do too much damage and she can go back to her life.”

“No,” you grasp for Bucky’s hand as he wants to leave the bed. “They will hurt me again. Please don’t go. Please—”

“Shit. How much of the stuff did you give her?” Tony doesn’t like the way you cling to your kidnapper. “She shouldn’t be so relaxed close to her kidnapper.”

“I think she suppressed the memories of her parents and the lab. Now that Bucky opened Pandora's box, she will remember every painful moment of her childhood.”

“Daddy where are you?” waking from yet another nightmare you jolt up on the bed. At first, you believe you are at home, in your bed. But, to your disappointment, you end up face to face with the stranger kidnapping you. “No. Please…”

“Doll,” you scramble away as Bucky tries to touch your cheek. “We need to know more about your parents and the lab.”

“Why did you bring me here? Please stop hurting me. I’m a librarian,” you whimper. “I don’t know anything.”

“My mind doesn’t work as it should. I confuse things, people, and events. I remembered wrong. You were there, at one of the labs, but you are not the woman hurting me.”

“No,” you violently shake your head. “I don’t remember you.”

“Doll, I need you to remember what happened when your daddy took you to the lab,” he softly says. You don’t want to remember your past or the things your parents allowed the doctor to do to you.

“No, please no.”

“Don’t you want the people hurting you to get punished? Let me hurt them for hurting you,” he softly says, shushing you when you’re about to cry. “Doll, tell me what they did to you.”

“I-“ you choke out a sob. “Please don’t force me to remember. I don’t want to remember, please. They are gone for so long. I don’t want to think about them.”

“You have no reason to help me. I understand if you hate me,” Bucky brings you into his arms to cradle you again. “But help me to bring them all down.”

“My parents died a long time ago. All I remember is my life with my aunt,” hiding your face in Bucky’s chest you fight the memories wanting to flash up in your mind. “I don’t want to think about my childhood.”

“You talked about a boy. Do you remember his name? Maybe he was with you at the lab,” he softly whispers, hoping you will tell him more about your parents and the lab. “My memories are unreliable. They wiped my memory and drugged me. Help me, please.”

“Mommy said I can come with them one day,” you clutch his shirt and choke out a sob. “I was so, so happy. I hated to be alone in the big house and play with my dolls all alone. I missed them when they were away.”

“That’s good, baby doll. Take your time,” he presses a soft kiss to your hair, humming as you clutch his shirt a little tighter. “What else do you remember?”

“Everything,” he feels his stomach drop as you start to cry in his chest. “The first day they brought me to a doctor. They ran test after test. Blood, urine, my hair…I don’t know… I hate needles since that day.”

“What about the boy? Did you see him too?”

“A boy?” closing your eyes as you enjoy Bucky’s warmth. You shouldn’t feel safe in your kidnapper’s arms, but you do. It confuses the hell out of you, though. “I don’t know. I only remember the doctors, nurses, and my parents. Mom cried sometimes.”

“Buck, we should stop for today. She looks exhausted, and-“ Steve sighs as you wrap your arms around Bucky. “I don’t get why she clings to you.”

“I remember you, soldier,” Bucky stiffens in your embrace. “That’s your name, right?” you lift your eyes to meet Bucky’s stormy blue ones. “The others called you like that. You were there the day they wanted to hurt me again. I cried and you were there.”

“You held my hand,” he whispers. “I held yours.”

“After that day, mommy refused to bring me back to the lab,” you whisper. “A few weeks later they got killed.”

“Did she say anything about the boy?” Steve wants you to have a break, but you are too afraid to let go of Bucky to even recognize Steve’s presence.

“Daddy said I’m his ‘lil angel,” you continue. “He wanted me to save a boy. He called him James. I don’t know more about him. I never asked questions. Sorry.”

“That’s good, Y/N,” a warm hand touches your shoulder as you wreck your brain to remember more from the days at the lab. “Buck, we should bring her to the medica bay now. She needs a rest.”

“They said he’ll die if I do not give him my blood. Daddy wanted me to make him strong again,” it’s a struggle to keep your eyes open. You close them and rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder. The drugs still influences your body and mind. “I wanted to save him, soldier.”

“James,” Bucky nods as his friend furrows his brows. Steve inhales sharply as you repeat the name over and over again. “Do you think what I think, Buck?”

“I’m afraid so…”

>> Part 3

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#Heavenly Creature - Mistakes #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #angst #tw: kidnapping #tw: non-consensual drug use

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totaledbloom · 9 months

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#mcu fanfiction #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #the avengers #fluff #angst #fluff and angst #humor #attempt at humor #kidnapping #pov multiple #shapeshifter

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lesbojournals · 22 days

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Ichor Part One (Stucky x Kidnapped with Amnesia!Reader)

part two here

Days went relatively slow for you. At least most days did. You spent a lot of time picking at your cuticles, ripping split ends out of your hair, and (repetitively) counting the bricks in your cell. Screaming was useless, trying to escape was useless. You spent too many days wasting time scheming on escapes only for it to fail. You’d exhausted yourself of yelling anymore long ago.

You played with the hem of your shirt, dingy and dirty and in desperate need of a wash. Not that that mattered. You attempted to pick off the dried blood that was on the side of your leg, unsure exactly of where it came from.

It itched and irritated your skin but you didn’t mind–it definitely wasn’t the worst thing you felt in the past years.

You let your head fall back onto the wall behind you as you bent your legs towards your chest.

The sound of your metal door scraping against the cement floor alerted you, causing you to scoot back on your mattress as far away from the door as you could.

“Little bug,” your guard taunted, you’d forgotten his name. “Move.”

You scrambled to obey his order, nearly falling over from weakness as you came to your feet. He let out a laugh at your pathetic figure and grabbed your wrists to be bound. You deserved this for your first escape attempt.

Another guard waited outside of your cell to lead the way as the other guard held your handcuffs and pushed you along. You didn’t know what was waiting for you, but if you had to guess it couldn’t be good.

You already ate your meal today, so it couldn’t be that. You’d already done your morning training. You’d already been seen by the doctor.

You were starting to get exhausted from the walk, feet beginning to drag. The guard pushed you harder, causing you to stumble forward.

From your foggy memory, you couldn’t remember having been in the hallway you were being brought down before. Fear overwhelmed you, body shaking hard as you continued forward.

You started breathing a little too heavy for the guards liking, him shouting a “Quiet!” in your ear.

The lead guard came to a halt and so you did as well, letting out a whimper when the door in front of you was opened. Inside revealed medical equipment, a long chair to be strapped on, and your doctor.

He gleamed at you as you were shoved into the room. As your handcuffs were unlocked you turned around to bolt, immediately being pushed onto the ground by the guard who had been staying behind you.

“Are you serious?” He chuckled.

Without effort he hoisted you onto the chair, much to your despair as you struggled to get out of his grip. The doctor helped strap you into the chair, letting out a laugh as you attempted to let yourself free.

“Child, you have yet to learn…” the doctor recited as usual. “We’re trying something new today.”

You looked at him with a startled look in your eyes, not bothering to keep your strength as tears fell down from your eyes. He did his usual, strapping your head still as he attached sticky electrode patches to your buzzed head.

You took multiple deep breaths (who did you learn that from?) to calm yourself as you felt the doctor poke a needle in your arm. You watched through blurred vision as golden liquid (ichor, he called it) slid down from the IV bag into your bloodstream. You began to become hysteric as the liquid came into contact with you–it burned like nothing else and felt like it was melting your bones.

You thrashed and tried to escape, blinded by pain. You felt something being put into your mouth to stop your insistent cries, which only caused you to fall into more panic.

The way time was passing felt like you were moving in jello, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you felt yourself slipping from life.

Reality slapped you harshly back in the face as electricity coursed through your chest. You gasped for air through your nose as your mouth was still gagged, returning once again to the pain of the injection of ichor.

You were so engrossed in your own pain you didn’t realize a team of soldiers had come into the room to rescue you.

The only thing you could register was the pain coming to an abrupt stop, and the gag being taken out of your mouth.

“Shhh,” someone said, though they sounded worked up themselves. “shhh.”

You felt a hand brush against your forehead, and you would've flinched if it weren't for your exhaustion. You felt the electrodes being removed from your head.

“We’re here, my love…” Another voice sounded hoarse–like they'd been crying heavily.

You hazily opened your eyes for just a moment, seeing two figures in front of you. You could only make out their silhouettes, your vision too blurry to recognize any person. You felt yourself start to cry again, confused as to what's going on. Your body was stiff as a board and even as you felt your bounds becoming undone you couldn't bring yourself to move.

“What's wrong with her?” One of the silhouettes demanded, and you heard a squeak come from what sounded like your doctor.

“You heard him!!” The other silhouette bellowed, and soon disappeared from your sight.

You heard the doctor scream. “- been injected with a serum I’ve been working on–It’s my proudest experiment.”

A gunshot ran through the laboratory.

You closed your eyes sharply at the sound, knowing nothing good could come from the sound of a gunshot. Gunshots meant escape, and escapes never worked.

You felt your heart slow down suddenly as your body went into shock, trying to escape the pain you were feeling. You heard various shouts, but before you could investigate further you lost consciousness.

Steve was in a frenzy, his boyfriend in a blind rage. He held Bucky back by the arms as your unconscious form was rolled through the laboratory to the quinjet. He had already shot the doctor in the leg, Steve didn’t need him to continue his rampage. He knew that would be what you’d want him to do.

He felt tears continue to roll down his cheeks at the thought of your form spasming in pain. It had been too long without seeing you–too long. Him and Bucky had spent the last two years scouring the world for you, they knew you couldn’t be dead.

Steve, as relieved as he was to find you, however, couldn’t shake the look you gave him when you opened your eyes. You looked gone, lost, unknowing.

Bucky shook himself from Steve’s form, about to yell at him for holding him back, before he met Steve’s eyes and crumpled under his stare. The two men hugged each other tightly, and Steve guided him up off the floor so they could join their girlfriend on the quinjet.

When they boarded, you were steadily strapped onto a gurney, oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. You were breathing, Steve reminded himself for comfort. You were alive.

He had his hand tightly holding Bucky’s. Both continued to stare at your body, which stayed motionless (except for the slightest up and down motion of your chest from breathing).

The ride on the quinjet was silent, as others were brought in on gurneys and taken care of just as you were. All of them had shaved heads, Steve noticed, like you did now. He observed you as close as he could from where he was sat with Bucky–you were frail, hollowed out, and had scars littered across your body.

The anger was bubbling inside of him, ready to explode, but he had decided the moment he saw you in your rescue that he’d save that anger for when he was alone with the people that did this to you. Bucky was shaking in anger, Steve had truly never seen him like this before.

“She’s with us now, Buck.” He reassured the brunet.

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leg bouncing in anticipation. Steve took that as a You’re right, considering Bucky wasn’t the type to do much talking in his fury.

One of the girls in another gurney looked up at them, biting her lip in anger. “You’re with her, aren’t you?”

Steve made eye contact with her in an instant at the sound, and he could hear another girl from a different gurney go “Enough, Leona, leave them alone.”

Leona had a buzzed head as well, sharp brown eyes, and dark freckles littered all over her face. She also had a scar across her face, from the top of her forehead, over her eye, across her whole cheek to the bottom of her chin. She wore the same clothes as you, a dingy shirt with boxer underpants, but was covered in a blanket and Avengers logo jacket.

Leona crossed her arms and blinked a few times, ignoring the protests of the other girl. “Did you hear me, Steve?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at Leona’s tone.

“She would cry for you both, you know.” Leona started, and the other girl attempted to get off her gurney to stop Leona’s mocking. “It didn’t stop until they fried her brain.”

“Leona, stop!” The girl was starting to cry, being comforted by the nurses around her.

“What did you say?” Bucky raised his head at Leona’s words, murder in his tone.

Leona seemed unphased, and she smirked at Bucky’s response. “You must be James.”

Bucky ripped his hand from Steve’s to get at her, but Steve moved fast to get in front of him before he could do any damage.

“She’s hurt too,” Steve spoke lowly, soft enough that only Bucky could hear. “Ignore her.”

Bucky wanted to argue, Steve could feel the push in his shoulders as he continued to get through Steve.

“Sit down!” Sam yelled from the cockpit. “We’re landing.”

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #amnesia #reader gets kidnapped #reader gets amnesia #original characters

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marvellous1917 · 10 months

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Icarus

(Part 1)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x tattoo artist!reader

Summary: you come home from work, only to find a mob boss in your house looking for your roommate.

Warnings: mentions of a gun, mentions of arms and drug trafficking, murder, kidnapping, torture, swearing, tattoos, gambling, think that’s it

A/n: I’m a simple girl. Mob!Bucky makes my brain go whurrrrrr. This is pure self service because I have this tattoo lol. Been along time guys what’s up?

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“Late night?” The deep voice came from the dark.

“Holy-” fear spiked through your heart from the unfamiliar sound, your arms dropping the bags and your back crashing into the closed front door, “-who.. who are you?” You asked the unfamiliar voice. Turning slightly you see the long haired, leather covered man sat in the dining room. His left arm rested on the table, the prosthetic shining, the light from the street lamp outside shining through the window. His face was half shrouded in darkness, the other half showed his eyes, a little confused but also amused.

“You’re not Caleb.” He replied, sitting back in the chair, tilting his head to the side and moving something that looked suspiciously pistol shaped off of the table and into the inside pocket of his jacket, you reached up and flipped on the light.

“N-no no, I’m not. I’m his roommate.” You said, finally registering who you were talking to. The now fully visible metal arm was a pretty big giveaway, if nothing else. ‘There is a mob boss sat in my kitchen, what the fuck’.

“What do you want with Caleb? Does he owe you something?” The thought was out of your mouth before you could stop it. “Oh god no sorry forget I asked. Sorry... sir? I don’t-”

“I’m assuming from that reaction you know who I am,” He said, smirk on his face as he stood and moved closer, your back pressing flatter against the wall beside the door with every step he took.

“Of..of course I do, everyone in New York knows who you are..Sir” You replied.

“Hmm, I’m gonna take that as a compliment doll,”

“It is! Sorry! Congrats on all the… mafia shit.” Did I just say ‘mafia shit’ to a gangster.

The silence is awkward, his face blank and all you can think is ‘Oh my god I’m gonna die.’ His face twists into a …smile.. you think, y’know its hard to tell, fear has your vision all fuzzy.

He then starts to..laugh. He’s laughing? He’s actually laughing.

“Is this something you do before you kill people? You laugh, give them a false sense of security then shoot them?” You ramble quietly, confused at what’s happening.

He moved his left hand to rest on his stomach, the metal catching the light, shining right in you eye and it fully registered that, holy shit, James fucking Barnes, The Winter goddamn Soldier is in my house. This man is literally wanted by every law enforcement agent in the country, he’s in control of one of the most ruthless organisations in the world, they traffic arms and drugs and gun down anyone that gets in the way. Apparently, at least that’s what the news said. The stories about him though, way more upsetting.

The rumor was that after he left the special forces, he was captured by an organisation that wanted him to work for them. When he tried to escape the first time, they took his arm, and he was stuck working for them for a decade. The story goes that after he finally escaped, he tracked down everyone that was a part of it and killed them all, by himself. Alone. Just him. On his own. Then he took over their supply and demand and built his empire from the ground up.

“Oh god.. ‘congrats on all the mafia shit’, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while…” he pushed out while chuckling. “I’m gonna get that shit tattooed, I swear,” he said.

“I could do that for you,” it was out of your mouth before you could stop it. ‘Oh my god, shut up Y/N’ you thought to yourself.

“What?” He asked, eyes flitting over to yours, his piercing stare causing all sorts of feeling to rise inside your chest; fear, confusion, attraction. Attraction? What? Damn him and his pretty face. He’s a killer Y/N, remember that?

“Nothing, sorry” you answered, looking down at your feet.

“No what did you say Y/n?” He asked again, his voice more stern than before. If you weren’t so scared, you would have questioned how he knew your name.

“I said that I could give you that tattoo, sorry, just slipped out” you replied, unsure what his response would be to your completely unnecessary comment.

“Stop apologising would’ya doll, there’s no need.” He said, sort of sweetly, a small comforting smile on his face, the pet name causing all sorts of lovely feelings inside.

“Sor.. yes Sir,” you corrected yourself.

“And stop calling me Sir darlin, only my employees call me that,” he said, “well my employees and some others..” he said with a dirty smirk, causing your eyebrows to raise sky high.

“Sorry Sir,” you said quickly, not even thinking. “…shit.”

“Seriously doll, you don’t need to be so scared of me,” he stated, his right hand reaching out and landing on your shoulder, your muscles tensing for a second then relaxing when you saw the look in his eye, he was telling the truth

“Ok.. then can I ask why you are here?” You ask, some fear creeping it’s way into your voice despite his reassurance. He kept his face carefully still and he looked you up and down, the feeling of being examined was strong, like he was trying to decide if you were worthy of knowing his business.

“You got it right earlier, your roommate owes me something, and I came to get it from him,” he removes his hand from your arm as he spoke after a tense silence. He was being purposely vague, trying to gage your reaction, to see if you were really clueless or you were playing with him.

“It’s money right, I mean it has to be, what else could he owe you. I told him to stop freaking borrowing money I swear I tried to stop him, but he never listened to me..l”

“You’re rambling darlin, you realise that?” He cuts you off with a smirk on his face.

“I’ve been told I do that when I’m nervous. I don’t know how much Caleb owes you and I don’t know what the situation is but.. if you.. I mean..”

“What doll? What are you trying to say. I won’t be mad, I swear,” Barnes responds, one side of his lips tugging upwards at your mumbling.

“Could you give him some more time?”

He was not expecting that. ‘Brave little thing’ he thought.

“I mean I don’t know how long he’s owed you for but he’s getting back on track I swear, he’s getting better, he is, in-fact he’s at a gamblers anonymous meeting right now, and he has a job interview tomorrow so he can pay rent and pay back people he owes money to.” You rush out, trying to help your friend, “Of course he never told me that he owes money to a mobster but that besides the point” you add quieter, more to yourself than anything but Barnes still heard it. He chuckled and ran his flesh hand through his hair, pushing back the long strands out of his face.

“He does owe money to a mobster, quite a lot in fact so I’m gonna have to say no to that request darlin, I’ve given him long enough.” He responds, his tone dripping with authority, the Brooklyn drawl on the pet name he threw out made your heart beat faster.

“Please. Please just think about it Sir.. uh Mr Barnes.. Sir. Caleb’s had a rough go of it lately, he lost his father not too long ago and he’s been a mess ever since, if you could just give..”

“I already said no once doll, I don’t like repeating myself.” His tone was final, and even though his words were not that intense, the threat in his voice hung in the air like poison gas before slamming into your chest, the fear that had previously been quelled came racing back, sitting on your shoulders like a lead coat.

The silence stayed for longer this time, you eyes firmly fixed to the floor to a sound even the possibility of upsetting the man that had broken into your home.

“So you’re a tattoo artist huh? He asked, his low voice calming you some. Huh he’s trying to make me less afraid of him, what kind of ruthless criminal is he?

“Yes..um I am,” you answer, incredibly aware of the position you were in, better to go along with whatever he did.

“You got a flash book?” He questioned, genuinely interested.

“Uh yeah I do.” You reply awkwardly, not sure where this new line of conversation was coming from.

“Can I see it?”

“…sure,” the word came out as a question.

He nodded at you, and you took it as a sign that you were good to move. Turning slowly and moving away from the wall to your bag on the floor, you reach down and grab your flash sketchbook and hand it to him.

“Are all of these available?” He asked, flipping through the pages, taking in each design.

Seeing him like this, calmly looking through the sketchbook makes it very easy to forget who he was, a ruthless calculating Mob Boss, wanted for almost every crime under the sun.

“The ones with the X’s over them have been done before but could be repeated if someone really wanted it,” you answered, slightly more confident in yourself as you were talking about something you loved.

“This is Latin, right, what does it mean?” He asked, moving to stand next to you pointing to a design in the book, an alien inside a bottle of wine.

“‘In Vino Veritas’, it means ‘In wine, there is truth’” you say, “ I though it was funny, y’know.. ‘the truth is out there’..aliens..” you trailed off, not sure how to explain that design

He let out an quiet amused sound, his shoulder brushing yours, sending a trail of chills down your spine.

“This one is beautiful,” he said, pointing to a different design on the next page.

“Thank you, it’s Icarus, I have it tattooed on me, it was hard as hell doing it on my own leg,” you say, proud of the design you created.

“Icarus, what’s his story? I can’t quite remember, ” he asks.

“It’s a Greek myth y’know, Icarus and his father were held captive by King Minos in a tower, his father created wax wings so they could fly away from their captors. The father warned Icarus from flying too high or too low, but he ignored his fathers warnings and flew too close to the sun and his wings melted. It’s a moral story to warn against the dangers of complacency and hubris, but to me it’s just a tragedy.” You say, turning to face him, making eye contact with the man. He listened intently to the story, his face unreadable but you thought you saw a flash of something in his eyes, maybe he related to the myth, a man that was once held captive, now with everything in his hands, in danger of losing it all if he flew too close to the sun himself.

“A tragedy huh? I don’t think there’s anything tragic about it. He was warned not to do something dangerous and he went and did it anyway, it’s his own damn fault,” he stated, something slightly argumentative in his tone.

He looked straight at you while speaking and you couldn’t help but feel as if he was looking into your soul, like his statement was some kind of test.

“I agree with the idea that he got what he deserved, but I meant it as a tragedy for his father. Creating something so pure for you and your child to escape from captivity, only for your child to ignore your warnings and pay the ultimate price for it. His father probably spent the rest of his life regretting escaping his prison because that was the action that ultimately lead to his sons death. It’s heartbreaking if you see it from a different perspective,” you say back, not really expecting him to engage you in a philosophical debate.

“Hmm.. that’s an interesting way to see it, I’m not really one for looking at different perspectives, mine suits me just fine,” he answered, the fact that this man was dangerous came screaming back to you with the look on his face, blank like he was devout of all emotion at that moment. You got the feeling he wasn’t speaking metaphorically anymore.

The tension was palpable, you not knowing what to say next and him deciding he was done talking for the time being. He placed the book down on a side table, and turned back to you. “Y’know what, I want it.” He said, confusing flooding your brain.

“Want what?” You ask calmly, not wanting to push your luck with the man.

“That tattoo, the Icarus one, I want it.” He answers, leaning back against the side of the table he was sat at earlier. His crossed his arms, which should have been intimidating, but for some reason the only thought floating through your head was Damn his arms are bigger than my head. Gimmie.

“You want the Icarus?” You ask, somewhat stupidly and he had just said that.

“Yes I do,” he answered simply, “Are you free tomorrow?” He asks, smile on his face.

“Umm not really, I have a few appointments tomo..”

“Move them, hell cancel them. Block out a spot long enough for me to get this tattoo.” He states, cutting of your sentence.

“I can’t do that, it’s too short notice and I could loose..”

“I’ll pay what ever you lose for cancelling the appointments. I’m getting this done, tomorrow.” He cuts you off again, a finality in his tone that warns you it would be pointless and probably rather stupid to argue.

“Uh..ok” you respond, shaking your head a little, still trying to figure out what just happened.

“Great.” He clapped his hands together and the sound made you jump. Barnes either didn’t notice it or just didn’t care. “Give me your phone.”

“Huh? Why do you want my phone?” You question.

Barnes just rolled his eyes, walked forward until he was stood right infront of you, toe to toe, staring down at you with a semi amused look on his face.

“How am I supposed to find out where your shop is if you don’t text me the location?” He said sarcastically.

Literally a million different ways, google it for starters, get one of your goons to find it, stalk me and follow me there.. c’mon man think. Obviously you kept these thoughts to yourself but Barnes smirked as if he could hear them anyway. Pulling out your phone and handing it to him you ask, “What time do you want to come in for?”

“Around 1-ish doll, that ok?” He asked, knowing that it is, as he’s already told you to move/cancel your other appointments.

“That’s fine by me Bar..Mr Barnes” you answer, slipping up, almost forgetting the level of respect you should probably show to the gangster in your home.

He calls his phone from yours, adding the new number to contacts in both phones, “there, now you can let me know the address of your shop.”

“I’ll sent it to you tomorrow.. unless you want me to send it now?” You asked he hands your phone back , uncertain of what he wanted

“Tomorrows fine” he answers, walking backwards towards the front door, “I’ll see ya in the afternoon doll,” he says while opening the door and mostly leaving until he pauses completely, slowly turning back towards you.

This is it, he’s been messing with me this whole time and now he’s going to shoot me.

“Tell Caleb he has 6 weeks to get my money back to me or I’ll be paying him another visit, ok doll.” He says, no question in his voice. He waits until you answer with a “Yes, Mr Barnes,” and disappears into the hallway outside your apartment.

It takes about 5 minutes for the shock to fully wear off, and it causes you to stagger over to the couch, fall backwards onto it an ask into the empty room, “What the actual fuck just happened?”

As soon as the question was out of your mouth , your phone buzzed in your hand.

James:

Don’t ever call me Mr Barnes again Y/n.

It makes me feel ancient.

I hate that.

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law's garage. Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

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