#bucky is like helen of troy
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Hellfire
A poem written from the perspective of Bucky Barnes
(yes, expect major angst)
Warnings in the tags
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They look at me like I’m a monster
They see me as a sinner, a stinger, like he wanted her
Hell
Walk through one
Burn in another, so damn smothered
People don’t grow, they only believe what they’ve been shown
Their stomachs don’t twist and turn at my history like I know
They don’t shift, twitch, or hitch
Or feel bewitched, glitched, and stitched
From ages of pain, a hundred years til today
What’s stayed, decayed, or gone away?
Which piece of my mind
Will be kind, aligned, defined, and confined?
What will hurt the least, put me at peace, and blend away the night beast
Work to succeed, agree, and bury my lead
Like an army based in one brain
That makes me question my fate
Am I late? Do I wait? How far astray?
Am I an imposter? Off the roster?
How long will these last, my scars and emotional zoster?
Always lost, always praying for help
But it comes at a cost, you can’t escape the hand you’ve been dealt
Tornados swirl, twirl, and whirl me
The wind blows, grows, shows, and knows
I’m a toy to be deployed and enjoyed, but never an innocent boy
Call me Helen of Troy, I can’t seem to die, no matter how hard I try and cry
Shoved out of hell
Just the devil, all’s well
The flames are rising, surprising, despising, compromising
Daring me, to burn and turn, so damn brutalizing
Where there’s smoke, there’s power, where there’s power, there’s roots
But I’m all topsoil
I run through this world like water in oil
No one will stick with my turmoil, spoils, and boils
Tampered cameras that flash and frame, so I’m to blame
Saved for when my recollection is wiped and lame
Like the lighter that started the fire
It sings my guilt, his childhood church choir
I wish I could retire, enquire, unbemire, without the barbed wire
That kind of freedom, though, it’s not what people ask for
I am the prison, newly rearisen, they want me in, so they can be out
I’m just a killing, chilling, thrilling drought
So many lines in the sand
No can'ts, too many cans
I’ll never see my world clearly or dearly
And I skip and jump and dance
And fall between, never seen or serene, so unclean
But all too astonished and admonished
I am your demon, your devil, your free man
He wasn’t me, but my words won’t explain, blame, or name
But know, I’m still living with all your shame
#tw suicidal ideation#tw death#tw fire#tw for extra stuff that I don't know exactly how to tag I'm sorry but be warned#poetry#bucky barnes#marvel#the winter soldier#mcu
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how do you feel about stucky shippers? stucky in general?
Hi Anon!!
Short version: I love the ship, hate the shippers!
Long version: Let's just say I don't trust Stucky shippers.
I really liked Stucky when Civil War came out, the potential was there. The long lost lover/best friend who would do anything for the other, including going on the run, going against governments was the set up of an epic love story, it gave Helen of Troy vibes.
I wasn't really on Tumblr before Civil War came out, except for a show called Hit the Floor. So I didn't really know how fandoms worked. At first, I was enjoying the content, reblogging the artwork, the gif edits etc, but soon the fandom became really toxic (or maybe it had always been toxic and I never realized).
Stucky shipper were really sh*tty towards Sharon Carter's character. I wasn't a big fan of the Civil War kiss, but not really from a shipping point of view, just the way it was brought, but I always liked Sharon Carter and you would have to see the posts that would circulate in her tag...At first you pretend you don't see them and then at some point it becomes just too much. It was a very dark era for the MCU fandom if you ask me. Then they were the shippers who would treat Sam's character horribly, and never listen to the Black fans when we said it was wrong.
It wasn't a fandom that was enjoyable for me.
And I would love to think that stuckies are better now, but even today I see stucky posting undercover stucky stories pretending it's Sambucky when in fact they couldn't care less about Sam,..or sh*tting on Sarah's character, because she's a love interest to Bucky?
One of my biggest apprehension are Stucky turned Sambucky shippers because racism and misogyny is something that was very tolerated in the stucky fandom, so they sometimes try to pull of the same thing in the Sambucky fandom.
When I say tolerated, what I mean was that shippers who made racist or misogynistic post were often unchallenged, the "non-problematic" shippers never called them out so that kind of behavior kept going.
I have nothing about Stucky itself, I find it to be a very cute ship. A little bit boring but cute!
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Poke Pt 20 - Marry Me
“Pluto Pear, fresh out of high school and now somehow has been to her namesake, helped discover a new planet full of aliens who now call her their Queen then on their way back discovered a new race that’s been on Mars and mocking us this entire time.
Misique gets called to answer some question on this threat of war and Senator Stern, just speaking his mind was drug off to Asgard after insulting an alien Prince’s mother and future sister in law.
You know this used to be about exploring new planets but welcome Ladies and Gentlemen back to the days of the Greek Empire. We are officially in Troy and we have cast our new Helen.” Chuckles and claps laced with scattered whistles came from the audience as the comedian turned news anchor continued to a floating picture of you from one of your magazine shoots, “The face that launched a thousand alien war ships. Pretty fitting, I mean I’d declare war for a piece of that action.” His voice trailed off as you brought out your phone and in a flick of the screen to twist around revealing the keypad on your Twitter page you typed out a response.
‘@ComedyGuy The brain keeps developing until the age of 25, I am not nearly finished yet. At barely 18, the fact that people like you twice to four times my age feel the need to sexualize me makes me feel highly uncomfortable.’
Right away the tweet started gaining momentum and just out of spite you added another one with a bit more sting to it.
‘But just like with Stern for you I suppose crying ‘whore’ is easier than thinking up something uniquely witty to say.’
It hadn’t been an hour even since you had come back, when you had left the duo and snuck off to head home only to be called by Loki to ask if you would be able to come over to the tower for something special. Turns out he had asked Stark already for the best shop on the planet that would be discrete and Tony went and rented their best ring crafter and brought him and his supplies to the tower. Possibly billions of dollars of setting models and stones of every variation sat inside the trays you glanced at from the main living room to the conference room now surely full of every kind of table available.
“I think Helen of Troy is not the insult he imagines it to be,” Yelena stated in her drop to sit down beside you as Bucky kept tapping his fingers around the side of his knee unable to think of what to say. “She was still a highly respected Spartan Queen upon her return.”
Melina said, “Men of comedy are all the same, this is not news.”
“I think if his IQ were higher we might stop hearing that clanking sound from between his eyes every time he tries to be clever.” You replied making Bucky smirk to himself as you shut your phone and turned off the display to ignore the notices to every response that had it at a near constant as the little number beside the app kept rising.
Rhodey off to the side curiously watched as you had been led up by Vision and sat so seamlessly with these trained killers even he felt a bit timid on trusting in his best day. Assuming perhaps it might be the bond you had been building with Bucky to have you so calm with the freshly found family for Natasha who was digging around for the remote she found behind a cushion wedged all the way down, “Ha, found it. Now, something worth while must be on.”
She switched the channel to a body painting show her eyes switched to you as you asked aloud turning the heads of the trained killers around you, “Do you still like ballet?”
Her head ticked to the side, “I don’t hate it, surprisingly. Do the stretches sometimes to help sleep when I go on missions or under cover. Do you like ballet?”
You nodded and said, “When enrollment comes around I might ask one of the Instructors if any student can sign up, even if we’re self taught. The class booklets say it’s no pre-requisites required.”
Bucky said, “I would assume they would let anyone sign up. For your physical education slot?”
You nodded and said, “You need one for the Bachelor’s Degree but the courses were all in slots while I was at the high school classes in the mornings. So I waited on it for this semester. Last papers I have are from a youth program when I was fourteen.”
Yelena said, “I am sure they would take you. At the least to laugh at you when you fall on your face.” She said making you grin to yourself. “And when you fall on your butt, and your hip, shoulder, shoulder hurts the worst.”
Natasha chuckled saying, “I don’t know I fell on a landing once and dislocated my knee. That was pretty bad.”
Yelena asked, “What were you doing you dislocated your knee? What sort of catastrophe of a move would that be to do that?” you giggled to Natasha’s eye roll then looked up to Loki adjusting his rolled up sleeves after his return from the hall that led to the elevator to his floor, fresh from a much needed shower to calm down and freshen up before this.
“I apologize,” he said on his approach of you. And glanced around asking, “Where is the man in the suit?”
Rhodey answered, “He went in the office with Tony, think he’s picking a gift for Pepper for the wedding and the push present.”
“Push present?”
“Rich women get presents from their husbands after giving birth. It’s a new fad I think.”
You said and he nodded settling on the other side of Bucky on the couch. “Hopefully he won’t take long.” Loki said eyeing the sisters in debate over how she could have dislocated her knee unless she had simply done the move wrong in the first place.
Bucky explained, “Pluto’s gonna see if they accept anyone to the ballet class at Columbia. They’re arguing over which way to fall hurts the most.”
“Ah,” he gave you a smile and said, “They would be fools to dismiss you as a pupil.”
Tony returned a few moments later with the suited man at his side, both who grinned as Tony said, “Sorry about that, he’s all yours Loki, just had a few details to adjust on some things for Pepper.”
Loki stood and watched your ease to the end of the deep couch you lowered your legs to stand with Bucky’s acceptance of your use of his knee to get up then accepted his offered hand to lead you to the suited man who offered you his hand, “Miss Pear. It’s a pleasure to meet you and humbly I thank you for allowing me to help you design your engagement and wedding rings. I never dreamed to be assisting in any part of a Royal Wedding.” He released your hand and shifted his weight to guide you into the conference room. “I have brought a hefty supply of goods to choose from.”
Up in a glance up at Loki a set of smirks were traded and along your wrist his thumb stroked in a calming motion for you and also for himself at this nerve wracking task. Into the room he guided you to a set of seats and asked, “Is there a setting you might wish to look at? I have a book of them we could look at.”
His eyes fell onto you and you said, “I do like the triple stone feature, past present and future. Sort of a tradition, Mom couldn’t afford it but my Nana could.”
His smile spread and be brought out the book for triple stone settings, “I have some lovely choices to decide from.”
Laminated page by page he guided you through a few different styles and at the fourth you said, “I do like the stones down the side of the band.”
“Is there a specific shape you wished to have for the center stone?”
“I like the tear drop ones.”
“Pear cut, very lovely choice,” he said switching to a later section explaining the mounts that while you continued to browse the designs as Loki sat contently allowing you to browse as long as you required. Openly ignoring the stolen gazes of the others in the living room to see what you might design.
“This one’s close,” you said tapping a finger to the one with the small pear in the center and two square stones on either side.
“What changes would you make?” he asked eyeing the design with the bands with various settings in the case in his hands moved to the end of the table in front of you so he could focus entirely on helping your choice.
“Well the center stone would be bigger and the stones on either side would be round, plus the stones on the band. The only one that’s close would be this one,” you said flipping the page back to tap one, “But this one has the side stones diagonal and the band has that look like you drop something in paint,” you said making him smirk, “It’s just pooling around the sides. Looks like it would feel heavy.”
“Yes, that would be a common result, some choose more metal believing it would add more stability, we can adjust the sizes and shapes however you wish, I do have a few settings you could give a try.” He said pulling the top box over to his lap to bring out a selection of empty settings on rings, “I do have a simple variety of metals to browse as well in that style. Do you have a metal preference?”
“White gold.” You said and he brought out a ring for you to look over the side views of the ring mounts for the ones you might want. “I like the muffin kind, where it’s covered mostly on the bottom and just that strip near the top.”
“A very good choice,” he said bringing out another ring you nodded at then talked about the prongs and how many you might want then he said, “Now, I think things might be easier to finalize when we find the stones you want.” Up onto your feet you rose and walked with Loki trailing behind you to watch the first of the pear cut selection be opened. “Just for size, is there one you feel would fit what you imagine?” Across the stacks of other boxes of stones he opened the colored stone cases.
Up at Loki you glanced and he wrapped around your back humming sweetly, “Choose a lemon sized ring if you like. Don’t mind the price.”
“I think about this size, do you have sapphires?” you asked pointing to a large one and in a glance over the other boxes earning a nod from him as he closed that box and laid the sapphire box on top of it stirring whispers from the other room. Thor’s return had the subject change a moment before the golden haired Prince showed relief at his baby brother reaching this stage of his courtship to hasten a trip to Asgard and meet their parents who were overjoyed with his choice.
“These are some lovely choices, and if you wish for a different shade in a new finish then we can have one made quite easily.”
Over the selection your eyes scanned and honed in on the cornflower shade row that reminded you of a particular shade of blue that was oh so special to you. Carefully from the row you lifted the stone luring the grin on the jeweler’s face as you turned your head to murmur in a fold of your free hand over Loki’s rested on top of your middle, “Would you turn blue for me?” Unable to help it he smirked and in the lift of his hand he chuckled to your peck on his cheek and question of, “Just a hand?” He obliged and grinned wider and lowered his head to rest on the top of your head in the confirming smile from you that it matched his blue hue perfectly in the direct light of the glass walls. Back to your middle you moved his hand and offered the stone to the Jeweler, “I want that one. It’s bigger than the diamond one, but it’s perfect.”
Widely he smiled at you both and added the stone to a cushioned box on the side stating as he closed the sapphire box, “Now, onto the side stones. Any choice of a color?”
“I think diamonds would look nice, give it a nice crisp look.”
“Very much so. You have a keen eye.” He said shuffling the boxes skillfully to show you a step to your left the three of you took together for him to open the diamond case on top. “I would think possibly a full carat minimum to suit the sapphire.”
“Yes,” you said and followed his point to the carat he then brought the sapphire back over to line up beside the massive pear shaped stone.
“We have the various cuts, from Portuguese Rose to the Zircon Cut. This one is the Magna Cut.” He said.
“I like this one, looks like they have stars in them.”
“Very beautiful choice.” He said collecting the stone he set aside and from the drawer underneath he brought out an identical one he made sure to show you first to approve the clarity and finish of both together before adding the three rings to the box again to collect the smaller supply of diamonds to size the ones on the band. “Now for the band, I do believe the half carat should look lovely, you said round cut as well for those?”
“Yes, would that be too much on the ring, overall for the look?” You asked and he shook his head.
“Not at all, it will continue the shimmer all around it. And you would want the stones flush to the band, not open, correct?”
“Yes. I don’t want it to be scratchy, a woman at the candle shop I work in complained non stop about her band rubbing her fingers raw.”
He chuckled stating, “My sister had the same trouble with her eternity band, I will choose the smoothest setting we have. Pay no mind to that hassle.” He looked to Loki asking when he’d made note of the final details of the ring you had designed, “Would you like to choose your wedding band next?”
“I would care to design my engagement ring first. I have been doing some research. I would like a purple marquise cut sapphire.” Loki said.
“Ooh, very nice.” He said shuffling his boxes to allow him to choose a size and hue from lilac to a deep violet.
Loki selected a 3 carat stone and a pair of half carat round purple stones to pair with it and on a slender intriguing black metal he was on to selecting the mounts. On the top half of the band it split in half, one to support the three stones for the other to wave out to the bottom point of the marquise stone to form a loose S over the top of it then dip to meet the other side of the band. A far more unique style bordering on a feminine design he smiled at you after a kiss he pressed to your temple and asked you himself, “What would you like for our wedding bands? Please say something more than just golden bands.”
“Well I’ve seen some cute bow tie rings.”
“Yes,” the Jeweler said on his step to the side to find the right book and open it to the bow and knotted band designs you tapped the one you wanted that had him ask, “Any shade?”
“I think a purple one might be nice, to match his ring, white gold metal again though.”
You said making Loki chuckle and say, “Then I shall have the same in diamonds, to match hers also with white gold.”
Twin carat triangle cut stones made the bow with a knotted section in the center to be filled with round stones to match the ones to coat the band. All in either solid purple sapphires and diamonds. “These should be ready in a couple of weeks, all that is left is a proper fitting for sizes.” Key rings of sizes were consulted and a couple of tries were wiggled onto your fingers and he said, “And do not worry, Mr Stark has already had me sign a non disclosure contract so the press will not be alerted of the splendid news. You make a phenomenal couple.”
“Thank you,” you both said and left him to collect his goods to load up his cart to join the others.
“Smoothie, Pluto?” Pepper asked and you slipped from Loki’s side to let him speak with his brother to head with her curiously past the drink bar into the kitchen where she said through a kind grin. “You looked like you needed a minute.”
Weakly you chuckled and as she brought out some fruit for a smoothie pre diced in bowls along with a spoon you asked, “Are you from money?” She chuckled and you said, “Because he didn’t say how much the rings were going to be, and magazines in the book store say your ring was 2 million. How do you walk around with a house on your hand?”
“I wasn’t from money, and trust me, I started here and when they gave me a company car, I swear I must have lived at the car wash by my house to keep it pristine. Then one day Tony needed a ride, got drunk the night before and was late for his plane and he threw half a sandwich in the back seat. I wanted to kick him out on the highway and run over him myself. Bad to say you get used to the money, and I got promoted and made more and bought my own car, and the next time he needed a ride I put him in my trunk.” She said making you giggle.
Her eyes as she loaded the first bit of fruit shifted to your fingers tapping on the counter and you said, “He’s just gonna have the rings. We picked four, engagement and wedding. I mean I get it’s his culture, prep early, so, I just, earn it now?”
“No, no,” she said shaking her head, “You have earned them 50 times over. That is not what this is, if he didn’t intend to marry you he wouldn’t have asked you to design them.” You nodded and she said, “Tony bought my ring in 2005.” Your brows furrowed and she nodded, “Years before we started dating. I know, he is terrible at showing how he feels, losing his parents really hurt him and his ability to express he needs someone in his life.”
“We haven’t even talked about feelings yet. It’s nicknames and he’s there to look after me when I‘m sick or hurt, and I’ve patched him up a few times.”
She said in a pat of her hand on top of your upper arm, “You don’t have to push it, okay Thor says there’s a visit to meet their parents and then you can learn more about his courtship traditions and maybe that will help. It comes out naturally, most of the time without saying anything at all then one day it just comes out, for Tony it was after he made me reach into the hole in his chest to help swap out his first reactor.” She shook her head at that memory and got back to working on the smoothie, “Be very glad the main hassle of your guy is that he occasionally stabs his brother,”
“And they declare war on the planet.” You said making her chuckle with you, “They both do that apparently.”
“Your Prince is the better one surprisingly, since he brought Thanos’ army here he’s been causing less trouble than Thor. Who surprisingly has a hair trigger for battle.”
“Ya, I was told Odin exiled him here in the first place because he practically started a war with Jotunheim, home of the Frost Giants.”
“Really?” She asked and you nodded, “Wow, so Thor’s the trouble maker. That makes a lot of sense. He’s just the cheerleader of the two.”
“Seems like it,” you said then asked, “How do you handle the whole world saving thing?”
She sighed and hit the button on the now covered blender and answered after it shut off she removed the lid to pour the mixture into two glasses, “Better than him on occasion.” She said and looked you over asking, “How do you handle stress, I mean, Misique, Venom, just falling into your life like that, going into space, courting into a family that practically owns our planet.”
“I play hopscotch.” You said and her brow ticked up until you tapped your temple, “You imagine the board, and you make a fist so hard imagining you can feel a pebble in it. Let it fly and then you focus every muscle you have and you feel yourself hop to the pebble. It sounds, absurd when I tell other people, but I picture something that I can feel and do, that anyone could do. The pebble is the goal and when you reach it you can just toss it again and keep going if you need to.”
“That’s actually brilliant. Your smoothie. Just relax tomorrow is the big prep day before the trip to India, and after we land, full spa day. Eddie is able to take off still?”
“Well he’s certainly lot going to let me leave the country alone after war’s been declared partly in defense of my honor.” You said taking a sip of the drink that she chuckled through and nodded on her path around the counter to guide you back out where she led you to the empty spot beside Loki, who she offered the smoothie to.
“Thank you.” He said accepting the drink and smiled as you settled down beside him and looked to Thor in his blatant shift to face you that had you lower your glass to Loki’s thigh instead of yours by accident. A motion that had you glance down to shift the glass to yours resting your arm partly on his thigh instead that he adoringly traced his fingers against the skin of it.
“The Senator has been sentenced to death. He issued more insults after I drug him in front of my parents. I have been informed the United Nations have agreed to our terms and the President has issued an apology on behalf of the Senators at the hearing.”
“I’ll pass that on, thank you.”
Firmly his eyes locked onto yours, “I understand this planet has thoughtless treatment to women, but that will not occur again without equal and just punishment.”
“There’ll be a long line for that executioner of yours if you stick to that rule.”
“Midgardians shall learn or perish,” Over his shoulder Pepper mouthed, ‘wow’ to you and you held your expression and he said, “Especially for a future member of the Ruling Family of Asgard. This planet will be made safe for you or Mother will insist you complete your studies and dwell on Asgard where you will be cherished. I am still under Odin’s rule barred from inheriting the throne, so it will be to you to bear for the dignity to take up Mother’s place when she reaches her Winter years.”
“I really don’t know what to say to that,” you managed to squeak out after a few moments of his continued focused gaze.
“We shall face those years together and while you serve the crown I shall do all I can to ensure your heirs grow to bring honor to their proud lineage and our people. I shall not fail you as a brother or their uncle.”
Tony took the clear look of restrained panic and Pepper’s nudge into his side to stand and say with a lift of his glass, “Okay, sorry to interrupt, however I think the sooner we get to the travel plans and what’s going to happen for our week in India.” His eyes scanned over your jarred self to Loki’s whispered apology beside your ear and the tuck of his free hand around the arm rested on his leg to try and calm you down with a bit more physical contact.
.
“Thor just told me today when he returned on Father’s ruling for his heir. I am so abominably sorry.” Loki said with eyes scouring over you as you again blinked up at him with curls wild on the wind losing power to pool them carelessly into your face out on the balcony of the Tower for some air while the others spoke of Fury’s plan for coverage while the Avengers were away. “I would have chosen a more opportune moment to inform you of this.”
“So the um, ovary talk was just, prudent planning then?”
“Um, yes. I do apologize if that was, crass or crude to speak of.”
“I just, don’t get many compliments on my ovaries,” you said awkwardly making him chuckle and nod. “I didn’t think you would care about my ovaries until the issue of kids would come up. But I suppose you being part of a conveyor belt to a throne it’s always up.”
“Mother has centuries if not another thousand years before she would wish to step down, and it would be decades before a child would be expected were we to elope tomorrow.”
“I’m not upset, I just, won’t you and Thor, have issues? You taking over instead of him? I care about you hurting each other and breaking that bond over this.”
“No,” he said moving closer ignoring his own hair pushed into his face. “We shall not break, he has no desire for the throne, he wishes to dwell in this realm. Asgard bores him, he has new people to adore him now.”
“Well I’ll try to, what did he say, uphold the dignity or your Mother’s role, and not-,”
A curled finger under your chin had you glance up and fall silent for him to say, “Be you. No one will be my Mother, I will never be Odin.”
“Your brother certainly is good at dropping the proverbial bomb in a room. I’m slightly glad he wasn’t with us in space.”
Loki chuckled and nodded, “That he is. We hope, he will grow out of it in time.”
“I um, I wanted to give you something. It’s not a 2 million dollar ring, but, I didn’t get to know you until after your birthday,” you said easing the small jewelry box from your pocket you passed to him making him smile dopily in lowering his hand from your cheek to fold around it. “I figured before we do eventually trade rings I might take my shot at seeing how you might take to my taste in gifts.”
Out of your face you flipped your hair to the other side in the change of the wind to his lift of the lid he eased underneath the bottom of the box to open the pouch inside he turned over to slide what it contained onto his palm. The oval pendant parted his lips, copper wire was wound around the edges of the slice of Labradorite stone in a shimmering mixture of olive green and blue with natural seams in the stone like a checkerboard behind the woven copper wire rendition of Yggdrasil. “Pluto,”
“It opens, so you can hide, a really small something there,” you said watching his smile creep wider opening the locket with a small mirror inside like your own locket that when he closed it he read the words ‘You Are My Sunshine’ beneath a quarter of a sun etched into the silver back of the locket. “Lockets are mainly for women down here, but I got a bit carried away on it on our trip, it hinged on cheesy, so I understand if you don’t want to wear it, I understand.”
“You made this?” he asked with tear filled eyes locked on yours and to your nod in he melted to plant his lips on yours for a lingering kiss trailed by a close eyed breathy chuckle in his ploy to keep you pressed against him. “I will do my best to never take this off. And I will treasure this always.” When he pulled back your hand rose to wipe his cheeks and he chuckled again. “Perfection falls utterly short of your splendor.”
“Well you’re pure sunshine, no competition there.” You said making him chuckle again at the tap of your finger to his chest.
“There is a song, for this phrase.”
“Yes,” you said after a quick inhale as his arms released you so he could secure the pendant around his neck. “It’s depressing, but it’s always been stuck in my head. I have a memory,” he nodded to urge you on seeing the pain stirring in your eyes, “I had a windup bear, a music box inside of a stuffed bear for decoration not cuddling. And I remember winding it, and leaving it next to my Mother’s bed, she’d gotten sick and they had to,” you glanced away blinking tears from your eyes and you continued on after clearing your throat. “Intubate her, put her on a ventilator so she could breathe while they drained her lungs, when her Chorea kicked in and her limbs started to jerk, so they had to tie her down. I didn’t want her to be scared so I went to pick her flowers, I just wanted her to smile, and all I could think of were these extinct lilies she kept paintings of. That song was playing the first time I did magic, so, it’s depressing-,”
“It is poignant, and I thank you for sharing that story with me.”
“I don’t want my kids to ever be scared of me, what I could have given them.”
“They won’t be.”
“Well for all you know they will get all of your magnificence and be eternally stuck at my height.” And he chuckled again.
“I am absolutely in adoration with your height. I am quite envious.”
“Lie, bold faced lie,” you said circling his face in the air with a finger between you gaining a playful glare.
“You need time to finish packing. I shall escort you home.” He said taking your hand and charming the box and pouch into his bedroom atop his bed to free his hand to let you inside.
There Tony’s voice halted you as he asked, “Um, Pluto, you didn’t by chance, tweet anything?”
“Couple things.”
“Well um, I got a call from that host’s agent, says he would like to make an apology.”
“A bucket of pebbles would have more weight to it than that apology.”
Tony smirked stating, “You’re on speaker.”
“Then tell the objectifying glutton to have his cholesterol checked those rings around his cornea are cholesterol deposits. It’s called Arcus Senilus, they’re only that prominent when stroke or heart attack is on the horizon.”
Tony asked, “You got that?”
“Yes, I will have him go to his doctor right away. Thank you, Mr Stark, and you Miss Pear.”
Tony hung up and pointed your way, “You save his life he owes you.”
“I don’t want him in my debt, useless moron would never pay up. I’d rather have the bucket of pebbles.” You said making Sam chortle.
Loki stated, “I am going to drive Pluto home, I shall be back afterwards.”
Tony said, “Nice necklace.”
Making the Prince smile answering, “Pluto made it for me while we were on our voyage.”
Thor smiled and folded you into a hug, “It is a fine talent you bear, all of Asgard shall be envious of such a gift.” He smiled at you when he drew back and said, “Sleep well, we shall meet again in the morning on Tony’s jet.”
He stepped aside and the others repeated the sentiments and watched Loki lead you again with his hand in yours to the elevator to reach the garage. Inside the private space he said, “That was a very kind thing you did to warn that man of his condition.”
“Most likely he’s already heard it and hasn’t listened. Now his agent knows most likely they’ll force him to change his life up to get better. He insulted me on tv so now I get to upheave his daily pattern or he chooses to die.” Loki chuckled and gave you a hug pressing his lips to your temple. “Are you upset you didn’t get to kill the Senator?”
“Oh I would have slaughtered everyone in that room and killed every single Senator afterwards. And demanded Heimdall bring warriors down to enforce our rule over this realm.”
“So he wants blood and you want world domination?” You said making him smirk at you. “Will you be ruling with an iron fist then?”
Into his side he brought you again to hum, “No, not as long as no one foolish enough to dare insult you crosses our path. Dictators only urge others to overthrow them. I would not be so foolish to endanger you thusly.”
“But you will endanger me in other ways?” You teased in a spreading smile up at him, “You promise?” Again he chuckled shaking his head and simply looked back at the tap of your fingers to his chest that shifted to his cheek and lured him down to accept the kiss you were offering.
“I shall try my hardest to keep you from being in harms way.” He hummed against your lips.
“But I’m getting so good at being kidnapped.” You murmured back.
“Shh,” he said leaning in to silence you with another kiss that broke at the doors opening to the garage. To his car he led you and drove you home with his hand folded around yours the entire way, shifting by magic when necessary. At the driveway to your place however he inched up in his seat noting the bike parked outside as a warning of company. “Should I go in with you?” He asked as he parked the car.
“We should be okay, you can head back and finish packing.”
“Alright. Oh, if you were not aware Tony announced the Ruling Family of Wakanda should be there.”
“Ah,”
“Yes, do they know who you are?”
“If they do they haven’t said. We can only wonder who else they have invited. I will see you in the morning, Sunshine.”
“Yes you shall, My Darling Starlight.” He said leaning in to claim one more kiss before a double of him opened the door to help you out. After a moment of pause you turned to head to your front door as the double shut the door and diminished once your back was turned for Loki to turn around and take the drive back to the tower when he was certain you made it inside.
Bags beside the door signaled Eddie was here and after you locked the door again you followed the smell of food into the kitchen where he stood resting a hand on the counter and asked to calm his frazzled self, “Is he dead? Please tell us he’s dead. I’ve been hearing the hive here on Earth all day.”
“He’s been sentenced to execution, I don’t know if that was today or when else that might be. But Thor guaranteed as much and apologized and swore no one would insult me again without the same reaction.”
“Good,” Venom said to Eddie’s letting out a breath then saying, “Food’s almost ready. What else did I miss?”
“Well we designed our engagement and wedding rings.”
“Nice, pictures?”
You nodded easing the bee hidden in your hair that projected the details of the rings assembled in a hologram off what you had chosen. “I’m guessing a couple million, but I wouldn’t know nothing had prices on them.”
He chuckled and gave you a hug, “They’re beautiful, Sis. I wish I could have been there to kill Stern myself.”
“Thanks,” you said letting your bee fly off to its home to recharge.
“What else did I miss?”
“Um, Thor said Odin is upholding his exile from line to the crown, so Loki’s first up to inherit the throne.”
“Wow,”
“Yup,” you said heading to the fridge for a drink pouch you added the straw to be able to take a sip. “But he swore to be a great uncle and watch over our heirs, while I uphold the title Queen Frigga will one day hand down to me, which he brought up, so we’re having a big few steps ahead.”
“How are you taking that?”
You shrugged in your sip, “I don’t know, Loki didn’t know the exile was upheld still, so that all wasn’t in the dark for me. I just don’t know, he mentioned seeing the scan of my ovaries when I was in Stark Tower, that he wants to wait till marriage because his line is fertile and he doesn’t trust earth birth control methods.”
“He told you that?”
“Technically he told Rhodey that in front of Misique, in a very respectful way when Rhodey asked about kids.”
“Ok, that’s a lot for one day.”
“It really is,” you said taking another sip of your drink then turned to set plates on the counter to eat at the breakfast bar. “Oh, and King T’Chaka and his family and some of the Asgardians are coming to the wedding.” You said making him chuckle, “So that will be fun.”
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A dark hour drive and partly blinking yourself awake still your chair was angled to have a view of everyone else in the jet sat empty as you stood. Unable to sleep with use of the built in tablets, beside Vision looking on at the projector screen across which as most of the others slept. “Ooh, nice, very nice.” Vision said stirring Bruce more in his need to use the bathroom to notice what you were doing.
Across the screen sat a complex sort of diagram usually filled with letters in patterns that looked more like outlines of flowers or kaleidoscopes. Out of boredom the pair of you had taken a program of complex pattern, number and word puzzles that to heighten the difficulty you had converted the letters to binary and worked through each of the puzzles. “Is that binary? You’re, playing a game, in binary?”
Vision stated, “It evens the playing field,”
Bruce asked, “How?”
“I’ve already done this book before and he’s a fraction of a second slower translating and typing in the codes.”
“How did you memorize binary codes?” Bruce asked and you looked at him.
“Same way you memorize any other language. Flash cards and trivia.”
“Why binary code?”
“I built my own laptop. Had to code it somehow.” You said finishing your half of the puzzle that had Vision nod approvingly to the bubble with a green check mark before moving onto the next puzzle.
“I’m gonna be right back,” Bruce said to head to the bathroom eyeing the Princes both awake chatting between glances at the projector to Thor’s strokes of Jane’s legs sprawled across his lap from her crooked angle hanging off her leg rest. Peter meanwhile was awake with brows furrowed reading through the binary code sheet you had made him on a napkin that he was using to solve his own puzzles at a slower rate on his own tablet.
By the time he came back however Tony from his own notes on something he’d been stuck on asked, “Hey, Pluto, Vision, mind if I use the projector?”
You shook your head and you said to Vision, “I’ll teach you to play Spider Solitaire.” A grin eased across his lips and he floated to join you in collecting two decks of cards you shuffled together to set up the game at the table in the back he gladly soaked in after having been asking if people would play it with him.
Within the final hours of the flight Eddie had woken up and joined in on your try to explain how to bluff in poker only to confuse poor Vision whose skills in counting the cards for probable hands of his opponents had him stunned to lose. “You smiled, I would assume a smile would mean you have a successful hand and yet this hand you have bluffed. While three hands ago you made the same smile and had a full house. I do not understand, your physical reactions are neither linear, nor linked to the hand in your possession.”
“She’s also playing off of what reaction I am giving,” Eddie said turning Vision’s head. “She’s not just bluffing you, but everyone at the table. She figures out who might have the best hand or could be bluffing and plays to get them to react how she wants them to.”
“Ah, I am not factoring in all of the variables then.” And he shifted to face Eddie a bit more, “I shall observe you closer then.”
Making Eddie chuckle and nod, “Good, you’re not doing so bad even with half the equation.”
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“Took you long enough,” cross armed Carol Danvers said as you exited the jet in front of Fury.
He however said when he reached the bottom of the steps, “I paged you months ago when our planet was under attack.”
“Well I’m here now. What’s going on in India?”
“Tony Stark is getting married.” Fury answered and Tony turned from the car he helped Pepper into.
“Hey blondie, if you’re not his plus one hop back in that space yacht of yours. No gate crashing.”
“Blondie?” She growled back and in a surge of power channeled in her palm out of Eddie’s sleeve Venom shot to engulf you fully to bound closer in the lift of her arm. Three skilled knuckle blows was all it took, one just below her raised bicep, the center of her chest with your other curled hand sideways and the last with your first hand to jab two knuckles in the center of her forehead that had her power fizzle then flicker out. Wide eyed she shook her hand and looked over her body, “What did you do?!”
Her eyes rose again to Venom open mouthed snarling at her gaining a step back in retreat making Fury say, “I didn’t know you tagged along, Venom.”
“We would not abandon our Pluto.” Then he glared at Carol saying, “Do not endanger the infant again.”
Carol looked at Fury as Venom eased back allowing you to turn and walk back to Loki’s side luring his smile out again in the offer of his hand and Fury explained, “That was Tony who called you blondie and his fiancé is pregnant.”
“You have a Symbiote on this planet?!” She grit out taking hold of his arm in his try to walk away to the waiting car.
“39, not including Venom. You can be my plus one if you like, unless you have better things to do.”
She followed him with a huff saying, “You cannot leave that thing on this planet!”
“Oh Venom’s fine, his whole family is, he’s gone domestic has a family to protect now and he helped us out with that Thanos problem I called you about.”
“Thanos is dead,” she said flatly, “Whole universe is in a tug of war for his territories, the Kree are demanding they fall under the rule of someone named Misique.”
“Well she was the one who killed him when you didn’t show up.”
“Where is she then? The Kree are practically planting banners with her ax heads on each of Thanos’ territories, if she’s planning on taking rule then she needs to be out there. You can’t just throw the universe into chaos like this.”
“Well she just finished a trip to Pluto and discovered a planet beyond that, secured a link between Asgard and the creatures who were stranded there for almost 900 years. She has been out there, but she’s not bent on conquering.”
“Well the Kree are saying otherwise!” Carol fired back.
At the car in front of hers you asked, “Hey, you know a Ronan?”
Carol asked flatly, “Was I talking to you, host?”
“Well you’re the one barking on about the Kree, just asking if you know a Ronan, he’s a pretty cool guy.”
“He’s a killer!” Carol fired back.
“Lady, this wedding is full of killers. None of them are rude as you, Miss blast a baby.”
You climbed into the car and she pointed at you asking, “Who the hell is she?”
“Pluto Pear, are you coming to the wedding or not?”
She huffed and said, “Fine.”
And he looked at her ship, “Whoa, you aren’t going to shrink your ship, you can’t just leave it here?”
“No one can break into my ship.” He simply went to climb into the car and she asked, “What makes you think I could shrink my ship?”
“Misique has a Kree Glider that can shrink to fit into her pocket, and it’s also rigged to create a black hole if anyone tries to steal it.”
“Is Misique Kree? They wouldn’t just give out a glider to anyone.” She said climbing into the car with Bruce climbing in behind her.
“No, human, we think. She was given the Super Soldier serum, stolen as a child and raised as an assassin. She’s the one Venom bonded with as her brother.”
“Symbiotes don’t have genders, and if that girl isn’t the host then where is he?” Bruce shrugged in her glance at him. “Who gave her the glider?”
“Ronan the Accuser,” Bruce said, “Liked her right away, they seem friendly, even said he’d be open to sleeping with her. So they might be a couple. We’re not that close to share on our love lives.”
“Then where is Misique?”
“Hive business,” Fury said, “That was what Peter said. Said it’s best we don’t interfere with it after the battle with Thanos when they helped us take on Thanos’ cronies. Something about their King.”
Bruce said, “Knull.”
Carol said, “If Knull is coming here we’re all in danger.”
Fury, “She didn’t mention any danger. Probably just helping one of the others to get through one of their more destructive traits to be productive in society.”
“They’re not productive, they eat people.”
Bruce said, “Misique and Pluto would refute that logic. We’ve tried that argument and they’ve known Venom for years now. He protects them.”
“So what’s the deal with the kid then? You keep her close to keep a check on the Symbiote?”
“No, she’s gonna marry Prince Loki of Asgard,” Bruce said, “Who is a member of our team. She’s also been a big help and was the one to name the new planet beyond Pluto.”
“Oh this should be interesting what did she name it? Something adorable I would assume.”
“Balder,” Fury answered, “In honor of the son of the Goddess Frigg from Norse mythology. Turns out he doesn’t exist and never did in Asgardian history but Frigg, or Queen Frigga, the Princes’ Mother healed Pluto’s ancestor who pled to them for help in conceiving children.” Carol’s brow ticked up and he said, “She’s from a long line of Vikings and it’s a very significant name. Not like she named it Mr Sparkles. She’s a smart kid, nine credits from a double Bachelors degree, got into Columbia to study through her last two years of High School.”
“And?”
“And she built teleportation rings,” parting Carol’s lips, “All on her own harnessing the power of photosynthesis, same force she used to build the generators powering two thirds of New York after the power plant was taken out. She’s 18 and she can give Tony a run for his money on tech outside of weaponry to actually help people in their daily lives. Bit prickly to get close to, like someone else I know, but she’s a good kid.”
“Well I bet her parents are proud, marrying a Prince, get her degree so young.”
Bruce said, “Her parents went missing when she was six,” snapping her eyes to him, “Gone without a trace. She showed up on her own in America when she was 14, got citizenship and emancipated and put herself in school with four jobs.”
“Missing?” Carol asked Fury.
“Well, not long ago a Hydra base was taken out and the Hydra files were dumped for the public to see what they’ve been up to. It had the location where they buried her parents. All she has now, or did before meeting us was her adopted brother Eddie, Misique, Venom and Peter, who went to school with her. He’s in the other car with his friends. Tony’s prodigy.”
Carol, “Why isn’t Pluto his prodigy?” She asked making Fury smirk.
“Because he didn’t know Pluto, met her through Peter. She kept a low profile till we got involved.”
“So the wedding is today?”
“No, tomorrow, spa day today. Five day event. Tony wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“You want me to hang around for five days?” She asked flatly.
“You can hang around as long as you like, just hopefully long enough to share why you took so long to answer the call and what you were up to.”
“Skrulls were having trouble with the planet I set them up on.”
Bruce asked, “Other creatures?” Carol looked his way and he said, “There’s life on Neptune and Pluto. Although Neptune is, Microbial? I think that was the term.”
“Carnivorous plants and huge flying piranhas.”
Fury, “Sounds like fun. They need you back so soon?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on the Kree and other now apparently up for grabs planets since Thanos died.” She paused then asked, “What happened to his Infinity Stones? The ones from his gauntlet.”
“Misique has those according two Sorcerers that just joined the team.” Fury answered.
“Then she needs to be stopped before she searches for the others.”
Bruce muttered, “You really are on the wrong planet.”
“Excuse you?”
“Just so you know Misique and the Symbiotes have been killing people who hurt women and kids. She’s in then out of the limelight, she lives in the shadows when not out saving our planet or the state. None of us know you and between you I’d pick Misique to have the stones, her trigger’s a bit harder to draw back, you almost killed a pregnant woman over the word ‘Blondie’.”
“And you are, who, to this supposed team?” she fired back.
“I’m Bruce Banner, host to a different kind of monster and physicist, you’ve been off planet for how long? Only person you know here seems to be Fury, how about you read the room a bit before you go snapping demands. Misique’s got way more fire power than you.”
“Soon as that Venom tells me how to unblock my powers I’ll show Misique just how much fire power I have.” She replied in a cocky tone and smirk.
“She can control people’s minds,” Bruce said making her smirk flinch.
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Fresh from the cars a line of people came up to take your bags and the groups were split between genders for separate ends of the spa floors of the deluxe resort Tony had rented for the week. And right up to your side the blonde woman asked with a forced grin that made Natasha, Yelana and Melanie ease over in case they needed to break the stranger away from their young friend. “Hello Pluto. Where’s Misique?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Because I need to know what she intends to do with those Infinity Stones.”
And that had you roll your eyes, “Honestly, the Sorcerers were enough as it was, now we have another star spangled shot caller demanding answers.”
“Hey, what happened to respect your elders? I’m 57 years old. Tell me where she is.”
“Stranger, no one here gives a damn who you are. Misique is our sister and freed us from Hydra. We will never tell you where she is, because none of us know where she is. She is a ghost.” Yelena said easing between you.
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” Carol answered. “You will tell me.”
“Or what? You’ll destroy the planet? There’s a bit of a line for that.” Natasha said.
Melanie said, “We’re here for Pepper’s wedding, either participate or leave.”
“I’m not leaving until that Symbiote undoes this block on my powers.” She said with a glare at you.
A hiss sounded from under your hair lying over your back and you said, “Venom doesn’t trust you, that’s gonna be a no.” She opened her mouth and you said, “Either that or I let Venom eat you. I can’t change his mind.”
Yelena curiously shifted a section of your hair to find Venom’s head turn to give her a wide smile making her smile in return as you continued to follow the woman guiding you onwards. “How does he do that? You don’t have a cut on your neck.”
“Pores, he sort of blends into the water pockets in the bodies hosting him.” You answered.
“Is he heavy?” Natasha asked.
“No, about the same as a bag of sugar, not heavy at all.”
A locker room was first and there you all changed into the offered biknis and twisted your hair up into the offered hair clips, yours of which had you giggle and mutter, “I might need three of these,” making Yelena chuckle beside you.
Out of your baggy t shirt you eased your arms to pull it over your head and fold it just leaving you in your underwear, shorts and boots. The latter were next to be removed and socks with them followed by your shorts and under cover of the new tie on bikinis your underwear was next before the unruly curls hanging over your back and part of your face were wound up to rest twisted inside of the hair clip.
Carol in her turn took notice of what Wanda and Mariah Hill did, the similarities of the figure on you and the trio of Widows that had the stranger ask, “Are you related?”
You looked at her and watched Yelena say, “I am Yelena, this is my sister Natasha and our mother Melanie.” She looked again to you as you crossed the room to Pepper’s side in her glance at the mirror for a trace of her yet to be seen baby bump.
Lowly you told her, “You look lovely. Your mom coming?”
She nodded, “Flew in yesterday with my uncle Morgan. They were in London. Should be waiting on us somewhere in the spa.”
Wanda and Michele at your side strolled with you behind Pepper and Jane through the door to the hall that leads to the steam room. Questions on the team and things in the world had you shift your focus to Wanda and her chuckle laced daydream on how Vision would take to the spa day. Steam led to a rosewater rinses trailed by oil sprays to be patted dry for the start of the treatments that would work their way down.
The color of your suit apparently was the warning for each section to guide you and the Widows to the stations free of lavender and nut products for a much different wave of scents to be wafting off the group when you changed back and met up for the rehearsal lunch.
Loki calmed at having you safe and within reach and chuckled in your Swedish murmur to him, “I feel like I’m missing five layers of my skin. How about you?”
“At least seven.” He said noting the white coating on your nails with gold lotus outlines on the tips. “How was your company? Did she behave?”
“Tried not to, but she can’t do much now her power’s been capped.”
Details came into play while Loki enjoyed simply cuddling with you through the ceremony he understood to be completely different from the simpler affair you would wish to have. Every step however had Pepper closer to tears for how perfect it was for her and Tony in this mix of Indian and Western style ceremony. Rhodey and happy stood up by Tony for his family roles and Pepper’s Mother and Uncle stood for hers. All in all the two nights after the wedding were meant as a continued party with daily trips around India in between until the flight home again.
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A night shared with Eddie in your laughably small ‘double’ bed was followed by a morning of combing your still humidity engorged curls back into a somewhat elegant braided bun shaped similar to a flower accented by the silver leaf tipped pins used to hold the bun in place. Sleek lines of your white sweetheart top sleeveless dress with a layer of sheer to cover from the neck down accented with golden branches spread from the waist both up and down to the skirt that pooled around your white wedges in a mini train of fabric behind you just under a foot long. Eddie in his white tux smiled and draped his arm around your back proud to guide you into the hall where aids were there to guide you all into the event hall.
Loki from the room next door smiled and accepted hold of your hand to let you remain under your brother’s arm as Thor fidgeted with his tie to Jane’s adjustment to the sash around the waist of her white dress. She grinned asking in a look your way, “I can’t help but feel out of place in white, have you ever been to a wedding like this?”
“I don’t think I’ve been to a wedding before, unless I was a baby.”
“Wow,” she said, “I think I’ve been to at least fifteen.”
“Sounds like fun.” You said.
“Not particularly, most of the time you been to one wedding you’ve seen how they all end, unless it’s particularly terrible.”
Lowly to Loki you asked, “On a scale from this place with golden accents to a 100% roof to dungeons, how gold is Asgard?”
His smile widened and he replied, “Depending on the room, 70%.”
You nodded and said, “We may have to hang some tapestries then, possibly a lot of tapestries.”
He chuckled to a nod and replied, “As many as you desire.”
From the opening music that had you all shift to watch their entrance all the way to the rain of petals things seemed to almost jump forward in time as focus on the pulses the flowering trees were giving off and another lavish hall was the beginnings of the receptions. From across the room you took notice of King T’Chaka, T'Challa, Queen Ramonda and Shuri who nodded their heads to the Princes and were silently wondering just where Venom and their friend Misique were or if they hadn’t been invited at all.
Fandral the Dashing, Hogun the Grim, and Volstagg the Enormous beside Lady Sif all nodded their heads to you as you took your seat at the Asgardian table including Eddie and while the Super Soldiers and Widows took up the table beside it, opposite the twins, Peter, his friends, Rhodey and his daughter. Fury and his reluctant guest sat with Mariah and Coulsen across from other members of SHIELD behind the scenes. Hawkeye was mixed with them in his own swap with Rhodey to keep an eye on the stranger who kept sending glares your way.
Speeches laced with sweet sentiments had Eddie’s arm just a hair from yours when he’d scooted his body to have the distance close enabling the slight shift you took to have that comforting reminder you would have family at your wedding whenever it did happen. All the same Loki’s hand kept hold of yours and he fought his smirk to the trail of your fingers along the underside of his wrist to tap the sheath hidden there and trace patterns into that sensitive skin.
Even the fact he had to sit through this odd version of a wedding Loki still couldn’t imagine the day when the plans for his own wedding would come. Certainly less than an extrovert out of your mask the traditional fanfare that would be expected perhaps might be a bit too much. On occasion Nobles were granted private ceremonies to be followed by public celebrations, surely his parents would oblige that wish as his parents had wed in their own private contract signing and had a masked ball to follow.
He just wanted it to be with you, however you felt comfortable, all his life he had relented to Asgardian traditions and played his role well. But you weren’t born a Princess and had been forced through so much he would do all he could that it would be seen by all that that ceremony was masterminded by his future Queen. That day would be brutal, the passing of the mantle, without his Mother behind him he didn’t want to see that world, but with you at his side he could face it. He could bear the weight as he imagined joints visits to Hel and Valhalla to spend time with your parents when all four were gone. Only wanted you and his family to know he would do whatever it takes to keep your love once had earned it.
All the same the planned performances to fill the night with scattered bouts of dancing in between began. “I will fetch you another drink,” Loki murmured sweetly into your ear when he noticed you had finished off your glass of another virgin mixed drink to mock the chosen drinks every guest had been served. However an apologetic glance from him across the floor came in his being chosen by King T’Chaka to guide Shuri onto the floor for the opening of the dances when the Bridal Party had finished theirs, a glance that sent Prince T’Challa your way.
“Miss Pear,” he said when he reached your side, “My father requested Prince Loki to dance with my sister, would you share the opening dance with me in his place?”
“Of course, Prince T’Challa,” he nodded and in the offer of his palm you raised your left hand to rest on it and out of instinct his eyes dropped to the glint of the rose gold ring and bracelet on your middle finger and wrist decorated with honeycomb designs he would recognize anywhere. A smirk eased across his lips in your rise and stroll to the floor making you say, “I had partly imagined you might have brought a certain someone along to dance with. Heard you were quite smitten with one of the Dora Milage.”
“My intended Nakia is required at home in Wakanda while our family is away.” As he shifted to face you head on post glance his sister’s way was stolen and the subtle glance to your hand had her gaze follow and she smirked recognizing the jewelry herself in the rest of your arms into place between the couples that came to dance in between you. “I do hope when your own wedding comes we would be granted invitations. To see the coveted Asgard of your people would magnificent occasion.”
To the first step of the opening waltz to give some class to the more heart pumping dances to come after you replied, “We’re not exactly to that point yet, no telling what tradition might call for, who knows I might be able to have something a bit more personal than speaking out in front of millions I don’t know. Might try for a private one on Balder if they insist on something unique, then just have a rager on Asgard after, but whatever the occasion your family will be invited.”
“All the more special to have it on the planet you named and helped to discover. Whatever you choose will be a union unlike any other.”
That dance bled to more in the trade of partners for Eddie to claim Shuri so Loki could savor his time with you in his arms until a performance was made around the serving of supper that came in a play of sorts. Bucky’s hand on your arm had you smile and accept his offer to lead you in a high paced mockery of a swing dance to a latin and horn laced fused song you had danced to at the ball to help guide him into dancing again to this new world of music. The whole team soon joined in and continued the command of the dance floor mingled with absurd personal styles to the same beat.
Cutting the cake however came next and as you snacked on smaller personal sized cakes a final performance was held then ended to Tony and Pepper strolling out to the announced garter toss. A hand from Eddie had you seated alone at the table with Jane and Sif while the men filled the floor. Across the top of the now mosh pit like group off to the left unexpectedly the band warped and dropped into the raised palm of the confused Prince T’Challa. Who was hoisted up and chuckled his way to the chair off to the side to wait for his partner as the men breathed from their accepted bout of competition to take their seats to watch the ladies with their try.
Somewhere in the middle you buried yourself and were out of earshot for Loki’s question to Eddie, “What is this series of competition for?”
Eddie said, “The ones to catch the garter and bouquet are next to be married.”
“To each other?”
“No,” Eddie chuckled, “Their own chosen partners.”
His eyes however turned back to you at the smooth toss of the bouquet and hard shove you got from the strange guest from behind. That in the crowd Sif took the chance to turn and get two blows to her ribs from behind only to turn her head at the squeak followed thunk of a collision the bouquet had with your face. In a shake of your head you lowered the bead and crystal accented bundle of flowers to mumble an apology to Yelena and Natasha who had been jokingly pulling one another to catch it only to have the game be split by your face.
Natasha asked, “You okay?” To the awkward arch of your back you gave to reduce the sting.
“Ya, somebody shoved me.”
And to Pepper’s smile and Tony’s announcement of, “Come on flower girl, up to the chair.” You nodded and wove through the crowd with hold of the prize, “Okay, who let the teenager catch the flowers?”
“It hit me in the face, I didn’t technically catch it.” You joked and he rolled his eyes and offered a hand to help you up the platform.
“You’re not putting it on her leg, you can slide it on her arm instead.”
T’Challa glanced at you asking in Xhosa, “Why would I slide it onto your leg?”
“Tradition,” you muttered and to the guidance and his approving nod you accepted the offer of his outward swung thigh to sit down and smile after he eased the garter up your arm for unique picture that made this moment for Pepper all the more intriguing.
Surely nobody from Earth expected this to be firm and in writing and yet the tight glowing yellow magically etched band on Loki’s ring finger linked to the now glowing number of days on his wrist. This was fate and what was imagined as flexible on Earth to the mortals was a firm contract on Asgard and as your known intended the mark was his to bear. One that upon your return to your seat had him in a loss for words when his silver tongue seemed all but useless he simply showed you his raised palm and wrist. “Fate has demanded a union.” Thor explained and another stone on top of the boulder in your stomach dropped from your throat to the now forced timeline of receiving those flawless rings and the wedding in which to gain the full set.
Pt 21
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@sherala007, @mariannetora, @jesgisborne, @knitastically, @catthefearless, @theincaprincess, ggbbhehe4455, @lilith15000, @alishlieb,
Not nsfw(smut) - @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore
X Loki - @pastelhexmaniac
#Loki x oc#Talk Show Skirmish#Bucket of Pebbles#Ring Shopping#Off to India#Tony & Pepper's Wedding#Carol Danvers Late Arrival#Ego Battle#Contract with Fate#Tony Stark#Pepper Potts#Thor#Bucky Barnes#Black Widows#Agent Fury
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First Major Capwidow Fight
Yes Natasha Romanoff Rogers is pissed. She had trusted her husband. They were supposed to be partners in everything. They had retired from their old life. Adjusting to being civilians. When Sharon asked him to join that government agency Steve reassured Nat that it was desk bound. Nothing field related. He was gonna pull strings and run things from a Command desk in HQ.
Well that was a Big Fat Lie. Nat kept her end of the deal being the stay at home wife and full time Mom while doing side hacking jobs with Bucky. But Steve is still doing high risk field missions.
Anyways control freak Cap obviously did not like that his Mrs stormed in and confront him at work. Ok at least the gym was empty.
Now he’s trying to calm her down.
Well that could work.
Oh so Sharon Carter came looking for Steve trying to salvage some thing that clearly wasn’t happening.
Steve promising Nat that she’s not going to lose him and that it’s all going to be fine. The kiss got passionate.
Sharon wasn’t really prepared that seeing them together would make her this upset and heartbroken. Guess she never really got over Steve.
But really? Who could ever get over him?Cap is like the male Helen of Troy. Women would fight wars over him. Sharon wants him back and probably thought she had a chance somewhat. Nope, The guy loves his wife too much.
A Toast to all of Steve Rogers' exes. They deserve a drink. He REALLY was The One that got away.
#sims 4#steve rogers x natasha romanoff#romanogers#capwidow#stevenat#my babiesss#i will go down with this ship#my ship is better than yours#sharon carter
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Defying Fate | one
Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers/Fem!Reader
Ever since young, children had always been fed with the fantasy that they were destined for one person, and one person only. The fantasy that the mark they were born with would lead them to prince charming, or a fair maiden, ending with a happily ever after.
You were once that child. Unfortunately, you never had a soulmark.
This is a love story told through the lens of three different individuals.
► warnings(!): soulmate AU (if that’s not your thing), love-triangle but it’s actually a line, unrequited love, light angst, platonic soulmates
a/n: This is something I’ve always wanted to write for so long. It was spontaneous, I have the basics set but no rigid frame until the end. This will be short. Taglist for this is open!
Ever since young, children had always been fed with the fantasy that they were destined for one person, and one person only. The fantasy that the mark they were born with would lead them to prince charming, or a fair maiden, ending with a happily ever after.
These were known as “soulmarks” to the people, and they’ve been in existence since the start of time. Since Adam and Eve came to creation. Since Marc and Cleo flaunted their affair. Since Johnny laid eyes on June.
They were unique to each couple; always an image or scribblings etched on the surface of either arm, waiting to be discovered by the other half.
Through the ages, these soulmarks were responsible for the cause of beneficial unions and, accountable for the start of wars. Legend say it wasn’t Helen’s beauty that caused the loss of Troy.
Children would daydream, imagining the fated day they would meet their “soulmate”. Teens would discuss with friends about their soulmarks, always on the lookout for a matching half. And they were right to do so, as people started meeting their other half as soon as they hit puberty.
You were once that child, but you were never that teenager. For you never had a soulmark.
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Being bare, or being a “blank” as they called it, wasn’t filled with a lot of happy memories. You remembered crying at the age of six after a group of girls made fun of you for not having a soulmark. You cried your way home, remembering the hold your mother had you in that day as she consoled you.
See, your parents were soulmates. They had the kind of love that you’ve always dreamed of having, and everyone else envied. Theirs was a love so eternal, that Cupid would weep.
You longed for a love like theirs, but no matter how much you wished, you knew it was a wish for the impossible.
A “blank” wasn’t a common occurrence in your world, but they were never unheard of. It was the cause of torment you endured over the years. The stares, the whispers, the snickers behind lockers. You’ve learned to tune it out, yet it didn’t make it any less hurtful.
People have no idea why we have soulmarks the way we do. For centuries, scientists and philosophers had tried to theorize the existence of soulmarks. Yet, we never made it any closer to the truth.
A “blank” could mean, and be anything. It could mean that in a part of the universe, you were always destined for someone, but their time was up before you could ever meet. Or perhaps, they were soulmates with someone else, before time would take that away, giving rise to a newer fresh soulmark. Or perhaps, —and this was painful to admit— you were never destined to be with anyone.
James Buchanan Barnes
James “Bucky” Barnes had a good life, or what he considered a good life.
Hailing from Brooklyn, he was the epitome of a good son and brother. Protective of his sister since he first laid eyes on her. He had a best friend, (even though with how sickly he was) who always had his back. He had everything he wanted, and yet not everything was his.
You see, Bucky Barnes was the possessor of a soulmark. A mark that looped on his arms, staining inky black against the tan of his skin. A mark that he was proud to have, for it meant he was destined to meet “the one”. A mark that, unfortunately, to the dismay of many, broke hearts.
He was what the girls would call a “charmer” and what the boys would call a “player”. You would have thought that the idea of bearing a soulmark would make a person wait for “the one”. Yet, this never stopped Bucky from what he believed is living his best life.
Women loved him, and he loved women. As simple as that.
He imagined the moment he has met his “destined”, everything else will fall into place and no other person will matter.
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George and Winnifred Barnes, in Bucky’s eyes, were the picture perfect example of soulmates. Since a young age, he always admired the relationship that his parents had.
They complemented each other. In a lot of ways that Bucky hoped he and his soulmate would have.
His mother was the extrovert, loud and full of fire. In which if you stoked it, you could burn. But never towards his father. His father was the mediator. Calm and collected, he could tame even the most raging of flames.
He and his younger sister, Rebecca, were always up to mischief growing up. Whenever something was broken or the sound of a crash rang, they always ended up on the end of their mother’s scolding. But his father always managed to calm her down, with his soothing ways.
Whenever his father was down, his mother would know what to do or what words to say. He wouldn’t stew for long, he would bounce right back after. It was the same for his mother, vice versa.
They were made for each other.
But why were they quarrelling in the living room when he got home for the Summer? Why were words like “divorce” and “other woman” thrown into the air? Why was his father shouting, stoking the burning rage of his mother?
Bucky felt his world shatter.
Steven Grant Rogers
Steven Grant Rogers was born a sickly child.
When he was brought into the world, the doctors assumed he wouldn’t make it. But his parents never stopped believing. With their love and effort, he made it through, and would continue to do so throughout adulthood.
Steve Rogers was a blank. Always has been since birth, but maybe not for the rest of his life. It didn’t bother him. He believed he was in-charge of his own happiness.
Unlike Bucky, Steve didn’t have the best prospects with girls. Being 5’3 and 95 pounds back in high school didn’t help, especially with Bucky Barnes as a best friend.
He remembered his prom all too well; ditched by his date at the end of the night. He didn’t take it hard, knowing it was just an arrangement. An arrangement for the both of them to not appear lonely on a night that some deemed “the best night of their lives”.
Nevertheless, prom night did become a memorable memory. He and Bucky ended up driving all night, blasting Wham!’s Last Christmas in the middle of April, and watching the sunrise with a view of the Brooklyn bridge.
Bucky didn’t leave his side all night, and for the years after.
He was eternally grateful.
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Being a blank never bothered Steven Rogers. His peers used to tease and bully him for it, but he never cared. He believed happiness wasn’t restricted to the possession of soulmarks.
However, he couldn’t deny the pang he sometimes felt when he witnessed the meeting of soulmates while passing through life. It had become a weekly occurrence; strangers realizing they’re soulmates, and people cheering them on in the background. Just last week, a couple met when they were both rushing to a lecture. To say the hall was noisy was an understatement.
Sometimes he wished people would look past soulmarks. Past his height that only gained a few inches over the years. Past his blank slate that they deemed a defect.
Thinking of his parents, Steve Rogers had always thought they were soulmates from the start. Their marks fit each other’s, like pieces to a puzzle. Imagine his surprise when that wasn’t the case.
Sarah was born a blank. Like everyone else with the same “fate”, she always thought having a soulmate wasn’t a part of her life's plans. Imagine her surprise when a mark —five small stars scattered on her inner wrist— appeared one day.
A few months passed before she would meet Joseph Rogers during one of his physiotherapy appointments. She was the nurse that wheeled him in.
Steve’s father was born with a soulmark. He lived the first 30 years with one, met his other half, and got married.
It wasn’t until one day, he was involved in an accident. It took the life of his soulmate, leaving Joseph blank. Supposedly.
What baffled him was the appearance of a soulmark immediately after the accident. A new, fresh mark. Five stars scattered across his bicep. On the arm that was affected by the accident. The same arm he was getting treatment for.
As for his old soulmark, it blurred, then faded, before disappearing completely. No trace or evidence of its existence was left.
For a long time, Joseph saw the mark as a form of mocking. From God or another higher being, he will never know. After ruminating for a long time, at the same time getting to know Sarah from his numerous hospital visits, he finally relented and moved on. And the rest was history.
His parents’ experience showed that humans weren’t getting any closer to understanding the soulmark phenomenon. When we think we’ve got it, something new would pop-up, throwing us off course for another millennia.
And that kept Steve Rogers a hopeful man.
#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#soulmate AU#angst
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Title: No Time Like the Peasant
by @27dragons for @tonystarkbingo
Card 4027
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30249090
Square: K4 - Reincarnation
Ship: Winteriron
Rating: T
Tags/Warnings: carnival midway, fluff, fortune teller
Summary: Apparently, having failed to succumb to the carnival’s midway barkers thanks to Bucky’s uncanny sense of aim, the phony fortune tellers were going to take a turn trying to separate them from their money.
Wordcount: 448
Read it on AO3 or under the cut!
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Tony shifted his massive stuffed bear from one arm to the other, and shook out the now-freed arm. The thing was getting heavier by the moment, he was sure.
“You should just let me carry it for you,” Bucky said, amused.
“No,” Tony said stubbornly. “You won him for me. That means he’s mine. I will carry him.”
“I thought I was yours,” Bucky teased.
“I dunno,” Tony sassed right back, “I bet Buckybear here doesn’t hog the blankets or steal my popcorn on movie night.”
“One time!” Bucky protested, laughing. He flailed his arms demonstratively and nearly backhanded an old woman. “Shit, sorry!”
She squinted up at him. “I see... great things for you, young man. Many great things.” Her voice quavered with age and was thick with an uncertain accent. “Come in, and I’ll tell you all about them.”
Behind her was a tent that was covered in garish colors and shiny metal and gauzy cloth like every bad Rroma stereotype.
Apparently, having failed to succumb to the carnival’s midway barkers thanks to Bucky’s uncanny sense of aim, the phony fortune tellers were going to take a turn trying to separate them from their money.
“Nah,” Bucky said easily, reaching to catch up Tony’s free hand. “Greatest thing I could ever ask for, I’ve already got.”
“Wise beyond your years,” the fortune teller said, not to be turned away so easily. “The mists that shroud the road ahead may part, but what they reveal is often misleading. Perhaps, then, you would be more interested to learn of your past, hm? Your bearing is noble and proud -- you might have been a triumphant general in a previous life, or a wealthy adventurer. Or you,” she added, turning her somewhat cloudy gaze on Tony, “must have been a great and celebrated beauty. Perhaps, even--”
Go on, say Cleopatra, Tony challenged her mentally, suppressing his laughter. That’s what they all say.
“--perhaps, even, the greatest beauty of them all -- Cleopatra herself!”
“I don’t know,” Tony mused. “I’ve always liked Helen of Troy better, myself.”
“Helen didn’t do anything but sit there and be pretty,” Bucky argued. “You’re too smart for that.”
“You say the sweetest things.” Tony let Bucky tug him farther down the path, leaving the old woman to try to lure someone else into her tent of mysteries. “But if reincarnation were real, then statistically speaking, I’d have been a peasant from somewhere in Asia.”
“Maybe we were together then, too,” Bucky said thoughtfully. “I kinda like that idea.”
“In this life and the next?” Tony adjust his hold on his bear and slithered in to wrap his arm around Bucky’s waist. “I could go for that.”
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5 times Steve Rogers lost Bucky Barnes and 1 time he willingly left him behind
that’s it that’s MCU!Cap
#that's it that's the endgame#imagine no homo-ing so hard you accidentally parkoured the last sensible piece of a character's trait holding it together#anyway i ain't mad#psych#the russos are dead to me#mcu can suck it#steve rogers#bucky barnes#can you believe he was used like the helen of troy as a plot device i will never#a4#captain america
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teacups- b.b.
prompt: mutual pining! DAY 2 !!!!! another shoult out to the love of my life @buckyland
bucky and reader out to lunch and also he’s in love with her
“You look nice,” she says, and it’s a sweet sentiment. She’s smiling at him when she sits down next to him. The table has spots for her to sit across from him, but she doesn’t. She sits next to him, and she smiles. She’s got a really, lovely smile, the kind of thing you can look stare at and not get tired of. It always seems sort of different every time, like how she tips back her head when she laughs, crinkles around her eyes like she’s overcome with joy. Or how she smiles when she’s trying to hide it, a split second of happiness and a mask that doesn’t work, like she’s filled to the brim with the kind of happiness he can barely imagine having it.
It’s stupid, how much she reminds him of being barely 21. How when she smiles at him and brushes her hair behind her ears, he feels the ghost of Bucky Barnes, the lady charmer he keeps trying to remember he used to be. Still, though. She’s stunning. He’s not sure if he’d have the nerve even then to talk to a dame who looked like that.
(A girl who walks into rooms like she’s the one who owns all the light and brightens every space by virtue of being in it. It’s hard to even imagine the youngest version of himself being able to do that. She’s all light, all laughter and beauty and even when he was a Sergeant, he’s not sure he’s ever been enough to get someone like that to like it.)
“You look lovely,” he replies, and he’s pleasantly surprised by how even his voice sounds. He’s in sync with her movements most times, if only because he’s always, always paying attention. She’s the thing he’s stuck on.
She’s out of his league, though. That much is obvious. But for some reason, she still smiles at him. That smile, you know. Helen of Troy, this woman.
“It’s good to see you,” she says, drinking the tea he’d ordered for her. He knows her order, and he’s also certain if he’d been the one to arrive later, she’d have ordered. “I missed you, Buck.”
You’re beautiful, he almost spits out, and he feels like an idiot, because what is he, 13? She makes him feel like a fucking teenager sometimes. It’s not fair, how much of an effect she has. There are roles Bucky is meant to play. He’s the Winter Soldier, he’s a war victim, hell, he’s a monster. He’s not meant to be anyone’s person. And he’s not what anyone would pick for it either.
So this crush, this whole butterflies thing when they brush fingers, it needs to stop because this isn’t what he’s meant to have, and it’s not the kind of thing she’d even think about. It’s a nonoption.
(Maybe, she’d have liked the ghost though. Doesn’t matter, but he likes to think about it. Old dance club, his hand on her waist, easy smiles and curled hair, a version of him that could try. )
“I missed you too,” he blurts out, and for some reason he revels in the lack of inhibition when she speaks to him. It’s a comfort he doesn’t get to have often, the luxury of speaking his mind about affectations.
She’s wearing a white sundress and his sunglasses, the ones they found in his old shit. She looks wonderful, and it’s the kind of pleasure he doesn’t love admitting to. She’s wearing his things.
“Sorry I was late,” she says, taking another sip of her tea, too fast, which adorably spills on her cheek and she wipes up quickly, “Brandon from the domestic agency asked me out and I had to say no properly.”
Brandon. From the domestic wing. Who’s a fucking asshole, his name is Brandon, It’s kind of bullshit anyway. He wouldn’t even take her dancing, wouldn’t know how-
“Why’d you say no?”
He asks questions he can’t handle hearing the answers to. What if she’s got a fiancé, what then? What’s he going to do then if he has to hear that she loves someone? What then-
“I like someone else, Buck.”
And. Okay, he’s prone to hating himself and being inaccurate, and he knows this. But she looked at him. She looked at him, and their hands are brushing, teacups closer than he remembers them being, and her gaze-
Her eyes are the warmest things in the world. They could thaw out the coldest ice in the world.
“Yeah?”
He thinks he’s smiling. She’s smiling, that half holding back and half smug kind, like a kid who knows something you don’t.
“Yeah, Buck,”
And she did like him. Very much so.
#Bucky Barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#james bucky barnes#bucky#james buchanan barnes#bucky x reader#james barnes#the winter soldier#Winter Soldier#the winter solider x reader#winter soldier x reader#winter solider imagine#winter solider x reader
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PIES’ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS FOR JUNE 2020
Click HERE for the amazing fics I read in May 2020!
NOTE: If you’ve got an incredible fic that you are super proud of or if you think that I should read something you’ve read, PLEASE SEND IT TO ME! I’m really big on StevexFem!Reader, BuckyxFem!Reader, WandaxFem!Reader, CarolxFem!Reader, and Stucky fics!!! (And of course any fics with gender neutral readers is ALWAYS welcome :) )
If you do end up reading these fics, please tag me if you reblog them or comment on them!! I’d love to see your guys’ reactions :)
PS. if these links dont work for some reason, please let me know so I can update this list because I was very distracted halfway through making this so it might not be perfect!
SPECIAL MENTION FIC/POEM RECOMMENDATION
Okay so I’m not doing this because I’m trying to give myself a shoutout however, @wxstedhexrt and I have been collaborating in a poetry inspired fanfic collection called Falling! Tis a BuckyxFem!Reader series and if I do say so myself, it’s fucking adorable.
The real reason I’m mentioning it is because @wxstedhexrt‘s poems are some of the most real and gorgeously written things I’ve ever met so please give them a look!
She has this series on Achilles and Patroclus, this collection about the word Silver, gorgeous poems from last year (involving Icarus, Apollo, and Helen of Troy), and so many more!!! Check out the tag #poetry or #mywriting on her blog!!! Send her some love :)
ANYWAYS BACK TO THE FANFICS!
1. Homecoming by @scentedsongrebel | Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader
“You bring Steve to Mumbai to meet your family“ Yall want some wonderful representation in your fic reading!!??? READ THIS ONE! It’s so fucking wholesome and I love the whole story line of Steve learning more about his partner’s culture so that he can impress her family. Fucking adorable. 100% fluff with a wonderfully diverse reader and author!!!!
2. Iced Tea by @kaunis-sielu | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
I don’t think there’s an official summary for this fic ( @kaunis-sielu pls correct me if I’m wrong) BUT LEMME TELL YALL. I AM A SUCKER FOR BIKER FICS. WE LOVE BIKER STEVE. This was 100% FLUFFY and we LOVE IT. Amazing job!!!!!!
3. let me show you by @moteldwelling | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity.
Listen here people. This smut took my soul and dragged me to hell and back. I am a SUCKER for Bucky fics but this one like took my life away. We love a man who makes sure his lady is having a good time when being intimate with her!!!!! we stan a good boi. Anyways if I keep thinking about this fic, I’mma need to go shower so I’mma end this here. Go read for yourselves and then cry with me about why Bucky Barnes isn’t in our lives. 18+ readers only of course! 100% HOT. FUCKING. SMUT.
4. Under the Rainbow, Draga mea by @binkysteebnpewter | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Again, I don’t think there’s an official summary for this (pls correct me if I’m wrong @binkysteebnpewter) and YES, I KNOW i put this in my May recommendations but I finished reading the series in JUNE so it is HERE AGAIN and DESERVES to be HERE AGAIN BECAUSE WE LOVE FICS WITH 100% GAY SHIT AND LOVE <3 I am a fucking sucker for the love that Wanda and this Reader have together. If you’re not convinced, ask @wxstedhexrt how much I cried reading it lol. anyways an amazing series that I will continue to go back reading again and again because i LOVE wlw fics <3
5. Oh no, that’s bad by @andyl394 | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it?
I read through this 20-part series like there was NO TOMORROW and god DAMN. We love hilarious social media AUs but this one really killed me. I always love Bucky who is soft and shy in fics but the Bucky in this fic was a LITTLE SHIT and i had so much ANGST. Anyways, if you read this fic, you may want to slap the characters BUT I PROMISE THERES AN ADORABLE HAPPY ENDING!!!! 100% INCREDIBLE
6. Home by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
It’s been 2 years since the last battle and it’s now Morgan’s 7th birthday, and well, Tony being Tony, he prepared a small party for her little girl, inviting everyone from the team, including you.
So Kate decided to rip my heart out with this fic and have me on my knees sobbing so that’s cool. That’s it, that’s all I have to say.
JK, this fic actually is like half and half FLUFF and ANGST but lord is it worth it. Kate, you know I adore you so much and your fics play a big part in why! God this girl deserves more love on these stories because holy shit I’m DEAD.
7. Baby Self by @honeyloverogers | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Alternative to Babies! Assemble, What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead?
YALL WANT FUCKING FLUFF!?!?!?! 1000000000% FLUFFFFFFF AND CUTENESSSSSS (with like a little bit of a piece of shit lady who comes around but like its cool because a baby says fuck lol)
THIS WAS A FIC WRITTEN LIKE NO OTHER. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. IT WAS SO PERFECT. Think of endgame and that moment when Scott turns into a baby??? Yeah now scratch that and think of Y/N if SHE turned into a baby and the avengers couldn’t figure out how to turn her back right away so now everyone has to take care of this baby HGOIDHFOISHFOISDHF the baby fever was so real in this fic ughhhhh <3
8. Insecurities by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
You’re 7 months pregnant, and you can’t help be so insecure about some things.
And here’s Kate again bringing me back to life with more wholesome fluff and a wholesome husband who loves his wife so fucking much and ugh i-
i read this fic over and over sometimes and it just makes me realize how much i want this adhfoiasjdfoi <3 I aint pregnant but if I WAS i would want this steve to be comforting me ugh 103874203847% FLUFFFFFFF <3
9. Requested fic (idk if it has a name??? sorry) by @donutloverxo | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Request: Hey, as for the headcanon requests how about Steve giving a lift to a girl in need when it's raining heavily or smth? I don't know where this idea came from 😅
Did yall need some confirmation that Sarah Rogers raised her son the fucking right way?!?!? WELL HERE YOU GO. THIS MANS OUT HERE BEING AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART <3 ugh we love wholesome drabbles really <3 amazing workkkkk!!!!!
10. Leather and Lace by @queen-kass-the-writer | Steve Rogers x AFuckingKickAssFem!OC :)
Steve Rogers hardly expects anything to come out of a sleepy night at his new favorite dive bar until a pristinely dressed little lady saunters into the bar with a delicate smile but a wicked uppercut. Biker!Steve x Helena
Alright so this is a little different than the above fics because THIS IS AN OC FIC :D now if any of yall know me I don’t tend to read OC fics HOWEVER Kass is INCREDIBLE at churning out fics. I had gave her an idea of a Biker Steve fic and like BAM she made it :O (seriously i don’t know how that is... to have an idea... and actually produce it?!??!) It’s a hilarious story of Biker Steve being head over heels Helena which is adorable (and a character named after me being Bucky’s shithead date lol hilarious) YALL BETTER READ THIS SHIT BECAUSE IT’S 100% WONDERFUL
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Okay so I know that this list is FAR shorter than my last recommendations list. I suckkkkked at reading fics this month lol. I’m definitely going to try and read more in July so here’s to hoping! Love you all a ton :D
#Steve Rogers#steve rogers x reader#Bucky Barnes#bucky barnes x reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#fic recommendations#pies recommendations list#pies june recommendations#steve rogers x y/n#bucky barnes x y/n#wanda maximoff x y/n
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the second (love of his life)
the title is deliberately obtuse cuz why not?
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all credits for this idea goes to @winteriron-trash ; i’m lucky she’s letting me play around with it
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based on this post: [x]
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It was in times like this, Bucky mused as he slashed his blade against yet another HYDRA head, that he really resented his father’s choice to make him the God of Fertility
Love was fine
Bucky loved Love
He loved resting his rifle against his shoulder, and carefully aiming his bullet at his chosen target, watching their lives move and shift in immense ways to accommodate the flutter in their heart
Granted, he wasn’t always successful (he didn’t care what Steve said, Helen of Troy was a clusterfuck of epic proportions) but he liked to think he had it down quite well
Plus he got it, being so swept up in his emotions that nothing and nobody else mattered (fucking Adonis and his blue eyes)
He was in love with God of War, Steve after all
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It happened, as most things do, with a love affair
Bucky was particularly bored one day (Steve was off making some war happen down on Earth) and he decided it would be fun to create some drama
He cocked his rifle, and scoured Earth until he found a particularly drab German officer who looked like he could do with a little colour in his life, aimed, and shot
He watched the ripples of his effect, immediately; how Joann Schmidt rallied troops around him and lead this brilliant rebellion right under Adolf’s nose, all in the name of wooing Adolf’s wife
Honestly, he was having such a swell time watching the whole thing unfold, plus it had made the war much more interesting (which meant Steve would be happy); that he missed all the indicators that Joann was a demi-god (one of Steve’s; because the Fates hated him) and he completely missed the ambush
Joann captured and sedated him before Bucky could even open his mouth, and chained him to the wall
Apparently Eva Braun was infertile, and Joann wanted his help to fix the situation
Bucky refused, as one does when they’re trying to avoid the wrath of their Mother (Winfred would kill him if she found out he’d been meddling with humans again after Troy)
Which is how he found himself fighting a damned Hydra, pulled from the depths of Hel itself- with the sole purpose of wearing Bucky down so he would give in
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He’d been fighting the Hydra for 31 days and nights before he started to feel the fatigue of the fight wear him down. He was the God of Love and Fertility, not the God of fighting. While Steve had taught him a considerable amount of manoeuvres, he simply didn’t have the stamina for it
He fell to his knees, avoiding a particularly vicious snap from the Hydra, when his vision started swimming and he felt himself going under.
The last thing he saw before he collapsed, was the bright light of an explosion.
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He wakes up to someone lightly slapping his face, and the wind against his skin
“Steve?” he garbles as he blinks to adjust himself to the light, and feels the figure next to him move back like they were burned
He pushes himself up on his elbows to see who it is if not Steve, and his eyes widen when he takes in the hesitant figure of -
“My lord,” he says, scrambling to get on his knees-
his husband.
“Tony is fine,” he says, before moving slightly to grab gauzes, “For your wounds” he gestures for Bucky to lift his arm so he can wrap them
Bucky moves to make space for him, allowing him to wrap his right arm with the gauze, ‘I apologize my lor- Tony. I thought you were..” Bucky trails off; unsure if he should bring Steve up
“You thought I was your lover Steve,”Tony finishes, eyes trained on Bucky’s hand, “It’s alright I understand. But Steve is too busy facilitating the whims of his son Joann, and I wasn’t going to leave you to die”
“How did you -”
“Rhodey is a good friend of mine. He mentioned that a Hydra was missing from his collection, and Steve has been particularly upset that Joann has stopped his mission of carnage in his cure for his lover’s sterility”
Tony shrugs, squeezing Bucky’s hand lightly when he winces at the mention of Joann, “It wasn’t too hard to put it all together after that”
Tony moves to cup Bucky’s cheek, but freezes in the middle of the action, “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you”
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It isn’t that Tony isn’t attractive, Bucky thinks as he watches his husband putter around this, vehicle that he’s made specially to transport Bucky away from Joann
Tony has always been the most attractive of them all, Bucky can securely admit to that.
Everyone has always held a torch for Tony, Steve and Bucky included
There have been many a time when Steve had seen Tony come out of his workshop, clothes half incinerated and hanging off him and it’s gotten him so worked up that he fucks Bucky almost angrily
It’s that Tony is small
After a particularly bad accident in the workshop, Tony’s growth was stunted and he’s considerably smaller than all of the other Gods, barely coming up-to Bucky’s shoulders
Bucky was young and rebellious and he resented being married to the deformed God
and Tony?
Tony had a reputation by then. Everybody held a torch for the guy, and everybody was indulged
Bucky looked into his honey-trap eyes on their wedding night, and decided that it was entirely too absurd for the God of Love to get his heart broken by the God of Metal, and it was unacceptable for him to be just another notch on Tony’s shoulder
So he pushed Tony off from where he was straddling Bucky’s hips and pressing insistent kisses against his neck and said under no uncertain terms that Bucky was Steve’s
and that was the end of it
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They’re 2 days into their voyage back to Olympus when Bucky finally asks, “Why did you come for me?”
Tony looks up from where he was building some gizmo to help Bucky with his left arm while it was recovering from Hydra venom
“Would you rather I hadn’t come from you?” Bucky searches his eyes for a few seconds, but there’s only amusement and curiosity
“No I’m extremely grateful, I just don’t understand why”
“You are my husband,”Tony says simply before returning to the gizmo in his hand, like Bucky hadn’t pushed him away on their wedding night, like this wasn’t their first meaningful conversation in 1000 years of marriage, like Bucky hadn’t been screwing Steve on the side
“No thats not -” Bucky grabs Tony’s hands, making him look up sharply, “I appreciate it. Don’t get me wrong. But our marriage is a sham, it always has been. We’ve never even consummated it -”
“- we can change that now if you want -”
Bucky continues as if Tony hadn’t spoken, despite the heat that rushed through him from those words “- and yet you come and save me from one of Hel’s most feared creatures. Why?”
Tony tugs softly, and Bucky releases his hands sheepishly, “I told you, you are my husband. That doesn’t change because you are sleeping with Steve. I knew that before we got married. But you are my husband and I owe you a duty of care and protection, and so I will save you from all of Hel’s creatures if I must”
He takes in a breath, “But that really shouldn’t be necessary, because like I told you-Rhodey is a good friend of mine and his pets generally like me”
“I’ve been told on good authority that they find me too cute to hurt”
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"Did he notice I was gone?” Bucky says apropos of nothing, and Tony stills from where he’s been feeding Bucky the grub of the day
Despite Tony’s best efforts, Bucky’s left arm isn’t salvageable, and short of having Clint himself here, there’s nothing to be done
(that isn’t to say that Tony didn’t try to contact Clint, aimlessly throwing bits at the sun like it would catch his attention, but they both knew it was in vain)
“He did,” Tony says hesitantly, “but he was just so caught up in his son that he probably lost track of mine”
“Did you know that it was his son that chained me up and fed me to the Hydra?”
“Yes, I did”
“And Steve,” Bucky pauses like he can’t process the words coming out of his mouth, “and Steve still feeds into his son’s fancies?”
“You understand what it’s like when one of our children do well,” Tony rushes to explain, and Bucky is at a loss for why his husband is supporting his lover, “he must’ve just gotten caught up”
“I’m sure that he meant nothing by it”
“Why are you defending him?” Bucky says angrily, pushing the bowl out of Tony’s hands when he shakes, “I have been cheating on you for 1000 years with him, why are you defending him?”
“You are my husband,” Tony says, cleaning up the mess without compliant, “and I owe you a duty of care and prot -”
“You keep saying that but it explains nothing!” Bucky cuts him off and he’s on his feet now, pacing like a caged animal
“Our marriage is a sham, it has always been a sham, so why do you suddenly care if I live or die?”
“You save me from the Hydra in the name of our marriage,” Bucky’s furious now; even if he isn’t sure why, “You, you defend Steve in the name of a marriage that doesn’t exist!!”
“These are the first days that we’ve spent together in 1000 years and I just, I don’t understand why you go on and on about a marriage that’s been broken since before it commenced!!”
Tony is, there’s no other word for it, he’s vibrating from where he’s bent down on his knees, and there’s a fire in his eyes that Bucky’s never seen before
“You would do well to remember husband,” he says it like it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, “that I was not the one to push you away on our wedding night. The only person who believes that this marriage is a sham is you”
“I will uphold the institution of the marriage as is my responsibility and duty as your husband, as I have for 1000 years. You may believe that this marriage isn’ worth a second of your time, as is your right- but do not presume to understand my feelings”
Bucky always forgets that Tony is the most influential God in Olympus, but its impossible to ignore when all that fierceness is directed at him
“Your choice in this marriage was always Steve; one that I have respected. It is only fair that you respect that my choice was you”
He stands up abruptly, and Bucky feels like he’s been punched in the gut, “we land in Hel in a day’s time- where we will stop and rest for 2 weeks. After those 2 weeks, it is up to you whether you wish to accompany me on the way back to Olympus”
and he walks away, leaving Bucky with the feeling that he’s lost something he never even knew he had
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Fin
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tagging: @im-ironman, @lovingtony3000, @imposter-human and @tinystankdefencesquad who gave me inspiration to complete and post this
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i do intend for there to be other parts to this, but i have no idea when they’ll go up
#my writing#buckytony#winteriron#starkbucks#tony/bucky#bucky/tony#buckyxtony#tonyxbucky#bucky barnes x tony stark#tony stark x bucky barnes#buckybarnesxtonystark#tonystarkxbuckybarnes#winteriron fic#greek gods au#aphrodite!bucky#hephaestus!tony#ares!steve#hades!rhodey#apollo! clint#the second (love of his life) au
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Guess who has started a new Shrunkyclunks fic instead of doing her degree, OF or existing projects, that’s right its this dumb bitch
Disaster Author Bucky meet Captain America Steve
The guy puts the Smore box into his basket beside the Chocolate Chip. “You really know your PopTarts, don’t you?”
“What can I say, I’m educated across many fields.” Actually, Bucky has a shitty English degree for writing essays on books he didn’t read, but hey, hot guy doesn’t need to know that. Besides, he’s an author now. Bullshitting is an important skill.
“Including PopTarts.”
“All snacks really, but especially PopTarts.” Are they flirting? Bucky’s flirting, but he’s not sure if hot guy’s just being nice. Then again, who just randomly starts having a conversation in the grocery store?
“Impressive.” This guy genuinely has the best smile Bucky’s ever seen. Move over Helen of Troy, Bucky’s found the new face to sail a thousand ships.
“Thanks.” He rocks back on his heels, he doesn’t want the conversation to die but it’s running to its end, like sand slipping through his fingers. And if he grasps maybe he can think of a way to save it… Nope. Yeah, he’s got nothing.
#stucky#gracie writes#biggest bucky self insert yet folks and that's saying something!!!#he's a disaster because im writing this instead of ya know doing my degree#or my original fiction#or at the very least the fic projects i already have#just realised how much work i have to do for my degree and now i want to cry#but im so depressed atm folks that work is not a vibe#it is not a vibe
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Putting aside Sambucky, who else do you ship with Sam and Bucky respectively (if you do)?
Hi Anon!!!! Good question, and for Bucky it was a little harder than I thought lol.
Sam:
So obviously the first person is Bucky, and aside from Bucky, I ship Sam with Steve... I love their relationship dynamic and they're practically dating in AOU... I like the ship less than Sambucky less because there's less "conflict"... It's not even best friend to lovers with mutual pining or miscommunication, they obviously love each other and there is no "tension" or miscommunication. But I still like them.
A character I ship Sam with, even though we have never had any interaction with in the MCU is Misty Knight, I would give all my gold to have Sam×Misty.
I don't ship Sam/Riley because I hate sad ships, I hate tragic endings and at the slightest hint of there not being a Happy Ending I run for the opposite direction. If (If I see a character coughing or fainting in a movie I will most likely stop watching lol)
I ship Sam with Joaquin as well!!! They're just the cutest when they're together and Joaquin is such a postive person, they would be good for each other! And he's Sam biggest fan... and they spend half of their time together flirting with each other already, so there's that.
I also like the idea of Sam/Sharon. I would have to wait to see what they do with their relationship in the future. But if they give Sam and Sharon a romantic relationship I wouldn't be against it... The potential for drama now that Sharon is the Power Broker is great. And is there a better storyline than “lawful good character falls in love only to discover that theIr lover is a double agent”? And then we'll see the 2 of them struggling with their principles and their love for each other when Sam discovers the truth... If it's done correctly it would make for great storytelling. Maybe I watched Alias too many times but I love stories about hiding secrets, spying, etc... I like the idea of one of the characters falling in their own trap and then discovering that this is true love after all and that they could give up all of their bad ways just for love.
Bucky:
So the first one would be Steve, I love Bucky and Steve's relationship. Especially in Civil War, if you read it as a love story, it's just epic. I'm thinking Helen of Troy Epic... A guy risks it all to protect his "best friend". The battle scene at the end? And literally anything Steve and Bucky related in that movie, the helicopter scene?? Hello? The potential for an Epic love story was there. All the ingredients were there, they just had to do some small changes for it to become a love story.
But the fandom ruined Stucky for me... It was a great ship but being in that fandom was not the best experience, with people having the weirdest takes, like StevexSharon is incest because she’s Peggy’s niece ( Steve and peggy weren’t even married, ok Endgame happened after that, but the people who were complaining didn’t know that at the time).
That and other things made me stay away from the ship, but definitely without the negative stuff, Steve would be the other person I ship with Bucky.
I don't personally ship Bucky and Sarah but I can see the appeal of the relationship and there's obviously a lot of chemistry between the two actors, so I think the ship has a great potential.
Let me think a bit... Besides Steve and Sam, I really don't know who I ship Bucky with🤔🤔🤔 Weird weird weird, I’ll think about it.
Lastly, I'm not saying I ship them... But I wouldn't be against Sam/Steve/Bucky but with Old Steve (As opposed to Young Steve).
What about you?
#bucky barnes#sam wilson#steve rogers#tfatws#captain america civil war#I don't ship Bucky and Natasha either
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writing when you incidentally name Bucky Barnes as Helen of Troy, like,,, welp ,,,,
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Heaven on Earth [BuckyxReader]
Summary: Birthdays can be awful, birthdays can be amazing; sometimes, birthdays can be both.
Pairings: Bucky x reader
Warnings: Angst? Language, probably.
Word Count: 1,157
A/N: I’m not exactly happy with this, but it’s the best effort I can put forth at this point in time. Hopefully you don’t hate it as much as I do.
Written for Kinza’s birthday challenge, she gave me the prompt ‘surprise,’ and this is what I managed to come up with. Enjoy!
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, your eyes surveyed the landscape of your body—its hills and valleys, its dimples and bumps, its curves and tone. As much as you tried to appreciate all the amazing parts of your figure, you couldn’t relax your corrugate brow, your gaze fixed upon the raised, pink tendrils of the scar running across your collarbone, the starburst pattern on your shoulder crawling across your clavicle. You always chuckled when people asked you about it, calling it your birthday present from Ronan the Accuser. It was five years ago to the day that Fury leant you to the Nova Corps to lead the Xandarian force against yet another Kree incursion, this one helmed by Ronan, equipped with the Power Stone, which he had claimed as his prize after killing the member of the Infinity Watch entrusted with its care. You went up against an Infinity Stone and won, but not before it nearly incinerated your arm. The Nova Corps didn’t care for triage, at least not when it came to you, immediately sending your back to Earth, back to the Avengers reserve, bleeding and mangled.
Ever since then, you made a point to stand, naked and vulnerable, in front of the mirror on your birthday, taking stock of your body, reminding yourself of both your strength and your weaknesses. This year, you found yourself focusing on your weaknesses, your body slouching under the weight of your negativity. Instead of your survival, you were focused on your mistakes—every missed shot, every fanned hit, every split-second of hesitation and fear—All the things you were supposed to be better than.
You were a member of the Infinity Watch, after all. The guardian of the Soul Stone, the precious gem encased in a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy fused to your wrist. The emerald gem-like stone was made to look like the centrepiece of an attractive cuff, surrounded by rose gold and onyx filigree. A beautiful piece of jewelry to be sure, but to the unknowing eye, nothing of any substantive value. And that’s how you wanted it. Nobody knew the importance of the gem forever on your wrist; no one at S.H.I.E.L.D., none of the Avengers, not a single soul in the illuminati, not even the most important person in your world knew the power you wielded. And you told that assassin everything.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the friction of a calloused palm on your hip, rough fingers digging into your supple skin, the shock of cold metal mirroring that pressure, and the unshaven chin scratching your shoulder. It was enough to pull your cold stare off of the scar, your eyes meeting the sapphire irises of your boyfriend’s loving gaze in the mirror.
“What do you see when you look in the mirror like that, baby doll?” His voice was a low mumble, the weight of the day drifting over each word.
“A Shakespearean tragedy,” you chuckled cynically, words laced with melancholy.
“Wanna know what I see?” He smiled when you hummed your curiosity.
“I see an angel, my angel…a warrior who can make the valkyries shake with fear, a lover who could teach Aphrodite a thing or two, a scholar who could stump Socrates…a woman so beautiful, Helen of Troy would look plain standing next to her.” His words were interlaced with soft kisses against your shoulder and neck.
“Laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?” You murmured, melting against his statuesque physique.
You chastised him with your teasing tone, but the truth was painted right there on your face—the sheepish grin playing on your lips, the vibrant rose blush spreading across your cheeks, that delicate shimmer of love dancing in your eyes. He was savouring every second of it, his nose buried in the nape of your neck, his arms wrapping possessively around your torso. You were ready to spend the rest of the night like this, so you were disappointed when Bucky pulled away and started to get changed.
“C’mon,” he slapped your butt, “gotta get ready for dinner.”
“Seriously? Thor wished me a happy birthday and asked what a surprise party was in the same breath this morning. You know what would be a great surprise? If we broke the bed before midnight.”
You saw his eyes widen, a whisper of blush on his cheeks, for the briefest of moments before regaining his composure. He wasn’t about to budge on this one, and you knew it. So you relented, slipping into your favourite dress and touching up your makeup before slipping into a pair of stilettos. Your face was painted with a deep blush when Bucky smiled at you, his eyes brimming with love and admiration. Gently, tenderly, he guided you out of your room and down the hall.
“So where’s this oh-so-exclusive restaurant you reserved a table at?”
“On the terrace.”
“On the…what? Wait. …What?”
He didn’t answer you, smiling mischievously while he steered you toward the terrace. It was on the darker side of dusk, but the terrace was bathed in the golden glow of daylight. It was surreal and breathtaking, and you couldn’t help but slow your pace, stepping suspiciously into the soft light. You couldn’t believe your eyes—the terrace looked more like a royal garden, larger-than-life flowers spilled out of golden vases, gold and silver orbs floated through the air like bubbles dancing on the wind, and the air smelled of a sublime mixture of jasmine, vanilla, and ginger. It was heavenly.
“If I understood you correctly,” Thor’s regal tone drew your attention, “this counts as a surprise party, correct?” He wore the devil’s grin asking his question, relishing your loss of words and wide smile.
“Thor…you…?” Even you didn’t know what you were trying to ask, so taken aback, so distracted by the ethereal setting.
“It is forbidden for the living to visit Valhalla, so instead of taking you to Asgard, I thought I would bring Valhalla to you.” He explained smugly.
You wanted to smack him for being so self-congratulatory in his demeanour, but instead you found yourself launching into his embrace, laughing while his strong arms lifted you effortlessly off the ground, twirling around before setting you back on the ground, where Bucky pulled you quickly back into his arms, your chest flush against his.
His smile was so soft, so gentle, his eyes brimming with love and pride. He was studying every little detail of your face, every inch of happiness, warmth, and love the surprise had brought to you. He basked in your glow for a while before leaning down, pressing his lips, soft as velvet, to yours.
“And you thought I was laying it on thick?” He teased with an intoxicating tenderness.
“I’m in Valhalla!” You whispered with a giggle of disbelief.
“Happy Birthday, doll.”
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