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shamrockqueen · 2 months

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Omega retreat : chapter 1

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Warnings : R18, Eventual Smut, Not what it seems, talk of medical issues/illness, dating site, ABO dynamics

Word count : 2038

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Summary : As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat. You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

You almost stared through her as she spoke to you. Her tight bun of gray hair and her white coat match the sterile esthetic of the cold exam room you both sat in.

You never thought for even a moment that you would be having this kind of conversation, not at your age. You're young, you're healthy, and you should have plenty of time to make a family with the man of your choosing. Yet, there would always be this one thing that sat in the way.

Other women could plan out their lives however they wanted, marry, and even have children with anyone they chose. You were not so lucky. As an omega, you were bound by a biological law brought on by both your local government and your own body. You could fight it with medication at first, but over time everything would stop working, even the bodily system keeping you alive would eventually crash.

This heat had been so bad that you were barely able to move, let alone crawl as far as you had once you’d let yourself fall out of bed. You made it as far as the couch before everything blurred over and your vision turned black. You didn’t hear the phone ringing when work called regarding your absence, and you didn’t hear the banging at the door after they reached out to your family.

Your boss was one in a million, an omega who knew your plight and had the forethought to call your mother when you didn’t show up to work. Your dear mother was quick to call 911 when you didn’t pick up her calls. At least when the EMTs showed up, you were still breathing, but it was far too close of a call this time. If it weren’t for the people who cared about you, this story would have a far different ending.

After this last conversation with the doctor, you’ll be discharged, but you almost didn’t want to listen as she talked about how ‘it’s dangerous for omegas to go so long without having their heats satiated properly’ and that “suppressants can only go so far.”

You just didn’t want to believe it. You were still so young, and it felt like your whole life could come to a screeching halt in just one more month. Of course, all you needed was the real thing. No suppressants and no toys, just a living, breathing man to satiate your screaming inner omega. But, you’d never been with an alpha before; you’ve barely been with anyone, and you were scared.

One of your lesser qualities has always been your extensive social anxieties. Every time it seemed your boundary had to be pushed, you found a way to weasel out of it. You always chose avoidance over confrontation, until now. There was no avoidance anymore, and you knew that for your well-being something had to change.

“I’m just not sure if I’m ready.” You blotted away some fresh tears that tried to drip down your reddened cheek, with a little piece of tissue you had wadded up in your curled hand.

“I understand that for some, it can be a little scary, and we know you’ve done what you could to buy yourself just a little more time. But, this has become something that can’t be made to wait any longer.” Her voice was soothing, and it calmed you just a little, but the overwhelming realization that your bubble of comfort needed to be popped weighed just a little too heavily on you.

She reached behind her for a little blue pamphlet and handed it to you as she spoke. “I think it would be best to consider your options.”

You weren’t sure what that meant until you looked at the leaflet and saw a young woman on the cover looking just as confused as you with the words ‘how to practice safe sex’ sitting below her image.

Then it became very clear that you, in fact, had no other options; you only had one.

She got up to leave so you could get dressed for your discharge. You felt so juvenile as you stared daggers at the girl on the front page of the pamphlet. You wanted to crumple it up in your hand, throw the damn thing away, or maybe just toss it out the window. Yet, you just stared at it as the tears began to spill down your chin.

By the time you’d collected yourself enough to get your clothes on and grab the few things you’d brought with you, that stupid pamphlet was still in your hand. All the way to the check-out desk, you carried it.

It wasn’t until you were next in line to settle your copay that something else caught your eye and happily derail your pitiable thoughts.

It was a little red slip of paper tacked up to a cork board next to the discharge window. You weren’t able to read too much of it as the nurse handed you back your card, but the big, bold words ‘Omega retreat’ caught your attention, along with the image of a big, comfy bed in a cabin-esce setting.

You couldn’t help yourself when you grabbed one of the fliers off the wall before tucking your receipt and other paperwork in your purse. The nurse even smiled a little, as if she knew it was a good find too, as you left the doctor's office.

You forgot all about that blue nightmare of a paper booklet as you walked away with it still on the nurse’s desk. She didn’t think anything of it either as she picked it up and tossed it into the bin.

The idea of a dream getaway outranked a pamphlet for a budding omega's start to a pathetic sex life, much like yours. Maybe that would change, but for your well-being, it had to.

You didn’t stop to read the red flier just yet, and instead folded the paper in your hands as you walked back out to the parking lot. You finally drove away, absentmindedly listening to the grit of your tires rolling around the uneven road of your small town. You didn’t want to think; you didn’t want the distraction of music; you wanted your mind empty, as the numbness was the only thing keeping you from crying again.

With the aid of muscle memory, the drive home blew by quickly. Yet, as you parked in your spot at the duplex, you just slumped back in your seat and stared at the house. It was as if you’d find the answers to all your burning questions ingrained in the wood of the front door, but you knew there’d be none there.

It wasn’t long before the intrusive thoughts came creeping back in as the doctor's words echoed through each of your ears.

You were blessed with the ringing of your cellphone before you could start to break down again.

You unceremoniously sniffed back a flood of ugly tears before scrambling to dig your phone out of your bag.

You click the green button to answer, and the sweet sound of your mother’s voice fills your ear.

“Hi sweetie, did you leave the hospital already?”

“Uh, yeah. I was able to get discharged a while ago; sorry, I hadn’t called you yet.” You felt your hand shake as you gripped the phone.

“That’s ok, dear, as long as you feel better. Did the doctor say anything about how to fix this?”

“She told me what they’ve all told me, mom.”

She sighed for a second before speaking. “And it wasn’t an answer you wanted to hear, I’m sure.”

“They told me to explore my ‘options’.” The second that word spilled from your lips, you thought back about that blue eyesore the doctor had handed you. Though it wasn’t with any of your possessions anymore, You must have left it behind by accident, but you weren’t very heartbroken about it. In its place, of course, was the red flier you’d since folded up, and your eyes were once again caught on its deep and vibrant color as it poked through your purse.

“I want you to do what you think is best, but I don’t ever want to find you like that again.” Your mother’s tone became more serious.

You felt a stray tear leave a warm streak down your cheek to drip off your chin. Your stomach twisted at the thought of perishing in a fog of heat just to leave behind a pitiable corpse.

“I want things to get better, you know I do.”

“I know, dear; I’m just worried. It’s my job to worry after you.”

You chuckled a little before ending the call with a small sentiment. “I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, dear.”

“Bye.” You clicked the call off and sat in your car to wait out a rush of anxiety. You grabbed your bag and pushed out of the car, tossing the door closed as you approached the house.

Once inside, you dropped your purse at the door and just kept walking. The flier, however, sat in your hand after you absentmindedly pinched it between your fingers, waiting to entice you further once you sat back and sunk into your soft couch.

You finally unfolded it, looking over the larger, bolder letters first. ‘Omega retreat. Book your tickets today for a match made in heaven.’

It was a vacation package? Or was it a dating site? It looked like a strange combination of both, and what was even stranger was that it was tacked up in a doctor's office in the first place. Stuff like this usually wouldn’t be allowed in clinics, instead finding their home tacked up in grocery stores or small businesses.

It wasn’t anything to dwell on anymore as you held the slip of paper closer to read it.

“Forget me knot…stud of your choosing." It may be more than just a ‘dating’ service. The premise of being matched with an Alpha ‘Stud’ for a ‘forget me knot’ getaway made a burst of heat rise up in your belly and made your fingers shake just a little.

You’d never been with an alpha before, and although the premise sounds nice, it was still a little scary. The alpha breed had its own rumored behavior of aggression, but it was often accompanied by stories regarding sexual prowess. There were a few omegas from your old school that got their marks before graduating, and a couple others that bounced around from knot to knot comparing girth, roughness, and strength.

Then there was little old you, turning red at the corner of the table as you tried not to draw attention to yourself as you eavesdropped on every juicy moment. You can still remember choking on your sandwich, as one girl described what it was like popping her first knot.

You stared down at your coffee table for a moment, flier now crushed in your tightening little fist as a wave of embarrassment hit you square in the face, lighting your skin in a sharp wave of warmth.

The times have changed, haven’t they? You weren’t the scared little Omega from high school who turned pink at the drop of a hat; you were a beautifully bloomed woman. Yet, sometimes, when you catch sight of your peachy face in the reflection of a mirror, you're not sure anything has changed at all.

The only change that was certain was that many things were much more complicated than when you were younger, namely your body’s natural cycle. That rosy face could heat up and completely boil over the next time your heat rolled around, and with no one to take the pain away, it could lead to your early demise.

Maybe the doctor was right, maybe you needed to find some options, but on your terms.

You look back at the flier, spotting a website listed at the bottom of the page. You chewed at your lower lip before looking over at where your phone still sat by your purse. It wouldn’t hurt to just get a little more information; it would be just a little look, and maybe for the better.

Chapter 2

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luna-rainbow · 7 months

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Rewatched CATWS on my unexpected day off. I guess I've watched it enough that I am noticing things more in the background XD

I'm noticing more details about CEvans' acting this time around. Steve seems to have this sense of...brittleness, and maybe a little anger, during the first half of the film. The smiles seem just a little forced and his interactions a little distant, until he figures out Hydra was there the whole time and suddenly he's got direction.

The circumstances around Fury's "death" caught my eye. After Fury was shot, Sharon busts in the door and introduces herself as Agent 13 sent to "protect" Steve on Fury's orders. This is...an interesting assertion, given that Steve is shown to be incredibly capable, not just physically but also intellectually, to protect himself, and Sharon isn't shown to give Steve the emotional safety that he was craving in the beginning of the movie, nor was she ever demonstrated to be physically competent enough to protect Steve (unlike, say, Nat). It would seem - and that does seem to be Steve's belief too based on his response - that she was sent to watch him, not to protect him. I still think there’s enough in canon to make Sharon either good or bad right from the start.

Anyway, then this exchange happens:

Sharon (on radio): Foxtrot is down, I need EMTs. Person on other end: Do we have a 20 on the shooter? Steve: Tell him I'm in pursuit.

How did the other person know there was a shooter? Was it someone who was listening in to the bugged apartment, or did Sharon have time to tell them before going into Steve's apartment, or did they know because they were part of the team that sent the sniper?

I feel like I've mentioned this before (I can't remember half the things I write so anyway, here it is again) but I feel like Steve's response here suggests that he's already starting to clue in on who the Soldier might be. When he's chasing the shadow across the roof, his expression was furious, urgent and determined -- but that all changed when the Soldier caught the shield (picture 1) and made meaningful eye contact tossed it back (picture 2). Steve just looks...surprised and uncertain and, shall we say, a little vulnerable?

Also I didn’t notice this before, but the Strike team were there to watch Fury’s operation as well, so no wonder Fury had to go the whole way including fooling Nat and Steve.

Right before the infamous elevator fight starts, Rumlow gets in the elevator and they have this exchange:

Rumlow: Evidence team found some fibres on the roof they want us to see, you want me to get the tac team ready? Steve: No, let's wait and see what it is first.

Obviously during this time Steve is also very distracted by what Fury has told him and what Pierce has tried to entice him with, so it could just be Steve trying to shelve that thought for later -- but he was also very interested in what Nat could tell him about the Winter Soldier (she used that information to stop him being angry at her), so I wonder if it's a little bit of a cover tactic as well, i.e. he didn't trust the Strike team and didn't want them to get close to this mystery assassin's identity.

I remember there was a meta about how well CATWS established competency, and I just love watching that all over again. Not just for Steve and Nat obviously, but even for the Strike team — they are shown to be incredibly capable and in sync during the Lumerian Star sequence, which is why the stakes of the movie felt so real.

Steve donning the last uniform Bucky saw before he fell off the train is an underrated romantic trope 😂

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #chris evans #catws

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specialagentlokitty · 11 months

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911 x reader - conditions

Hi! Can I request a platonic reader x 911 (any group of people you’d write for) where reader faints or seizes in front of them due to a condition. Just some comfort pls❤️ - Anon💜

You knew it was coming, you could feel to coming and you looked around so a safe and comfortable place.

“(Y/N)?” Chim asked.

He watched as you walked around, not seeming to hear him.

You looked at the steps leading upstairs and decided that wasn’t the best way to go, so you simply sat down and rested your back against the wall.

“Hey you good?” Hen asked walking over.

You looked up going to speak but you couldn’t and both her and Chim crouched down in front of you concerned.

“Do we cal cap?” Chim asked.

Hen nodded her head, grabbing your wrist to check your pulse.

“Their heat rate is really fast.” She whispered back.

Chim nodded, informing Bobby about what was going on and you looked between the pair of them and you raised your hand, tapping your jacket.

Hen frowned a little and you sighed, tapping it again.

“I don’t get what you’re trying to tell me.” She frowned.

You fought the on coming attack, and kept looking around and when you saw Bobby and Buck come running through you sighed.

You tapped your jacket again knowing one of them would understand.

“What’s in their pocket?” Buck asked.

Hen reached through to the inside of your jacket and pulled something out and stood up to read it.

And you stopped fighting it and you passed out, slumping to the side and chim quickly caught you, resting your head on his lap.

“So it’s a medical condition?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s what it says. Says they don’t need an ambulance but if they’re not awake soon it is advised to call one.”

“Well we’ve got the two best EMTs here, so it’s a good place to faint I suppose.” Bobby mumbled.

They all looked at you, and Bobby sighed.

“We can’t leave them there, put them on the couch.”

Buck lifted your up very carefully and they cleared the couch for him to set you down on it and they all stood around looking at you.

“Hey what’s going on?” Athena asked.

“(Y/N) fainted.” Bobby said.

She rushed over looking down at you and Hen handed the papers to her.

“You know that sure would explain a lot. I was on the phone to them and it went quiet for a few minutes, I just thought they were doing something.” She said.

You were out for a few more minutes before you finally came too again, and your eyes slowly opened as you grumbled a little.

“How’re you feeling sleeping beauty?” Hen asked.

“Like a sack of rocks.”

They laughed a little and Hen and Chim both gave you a quick check over before confirming you were okay.

“Can you sit up?” Bobby asked.

You nodded and slowly shuffled up and he handed you a glass of water to drink.

“So is there like a trigger for it?” Buck asked you.

“Not really, sometimes my heart just spikes and it causes me to faint. I can tell it’s coming though.”

They asked a few more questions before deciding to just sit with you.

You rested your head on Bobby’s shoulder and you sighed a little.

“I need to walk around.”

“Don’t go too far.” Athena said.

You nodded and stood up, and you just stood there for a second and everyone looked at you.

“Bad idea…” you mumbled.

“Jesus Christ!” Athena yelled.

You had fainted again, and your body dropped and Bucky and Bobby quickly caught you and laid you back on the couch.

They looked down at you and they all smiled and shook their heads at you, deciding they weren’t going to let you stand up next time

#911 fic #911 fox #911 fox imagine #911 fox x reader #911 fox x you

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endless-summer-soldier · 20 days

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dr. feelgood - chapter eleven

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, PTSD, choking, angst

word count: 3.9k

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It was the morning from hell. I knew the moment I got in my car that it was not going to be a good day, and that turned out to be the case before I even made it into work. Now I was riding to the hospital in an ambulance, straddling a stranger and performing CPR.

“We’re about a minute out,” the EMT who was driving the vehicle called.

“Page Barnes,” I replied, as I counted out my chest compressions. The EMTs were adamant that they could handle the patient, but I wasn’t leaving his side and I was determined to keep him alive. I heard the doors to the ambulance open and the EMTs carefully unloaded the gurney keeping it as smooth as possible for me to work.

“What the hell…Y/N?” I heard. It was the first time he had spoken to me in weeks.

“Male in his forties, partially deaf. He was walking in a crosswalk and was hit head on by a car. He’s got a broken femur and has been in and out of consciousness with a really weak pulse.”

Bucky turned to the interns and said, “Take over for Y/L/N and get him to CT.”

One of the interns came over to the patient’s side to take my place and I replied, “I’ve got it.”

“Y/N, you’re bleeding,” Bucky stated firmly.

I turned toward him, “I’m fine,” I argued.

“You need to be examined.”

“Bucky,” I pleaded. He just shook his head and held out his hand. I knew arguing was no use, he could easily pull me down and I didn’t need a reminder of what it felt like to be in his arms. I climbed toward the side and took his hand as I jumped down.

“Go take an empty bed, I’ll send someone in to check on you.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need-”

“Let’s make sure, okay?” His eyes were full of concern, and I didn’t have it in me to argue with him, even if I disagreed. I nodded and he moved with the gurney into the pit.

“Buck?” I called before he could get too far. He stopped and turned back towards me. “Please don’t let him die.”

“He’s not going anywhere. I promise.” Bucky ran to catch up with his team. I thanked the EMTs and then found an empty station in the ER where I waited and hoped for the best..

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since our arrival, but eventually Dr. Wilson came by.

“Hey there, Wonder Woman,” Sam said, approaching the bed I was sitting on.

“Wonder Woman?” I replied.

“Oh that’s what they’re calling you now.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a hero. And a badass.”

I scoffed, “I was in the right place at the right time.”

“Yet you still managed to get scratched up,” he put on a pair of gloves. “What happened?”

I sighed, “I was driving to work and came to a stop at a redlight. The car next to me was looking to the left to make a right turn and accelerated, not seeing the pedestrian in the crosswalk. Clint, he’s the guy who got hit, he’s partially deaf and didn’t hear the car coming. The guy hit the accelerator pretty hard and didn’t break until he saw Clint hit the windshield.”

“That doesn’t explain how you got glass in your forehead.”

“I pulled over to the right to help out and the guy who started the accident backed up and hit my car.”

“Jesus. Was he drunk?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t really talk to him.”

“So what did you do?”

“I yelled for someone to call 911 and started to examine Clint. At first he was in shock, but he was responsive. So I asked him his name and about his job and his life to calm him down. He probably has a concussion. He kept losing consciousness and his pulse was really weak so they need to look at his heart too.”

“He’s already been taken in for scans.”

“Is he stable?”

“He’s stable.”

I eased at that, feeling better already.

“Now sit still. I’m going to pull out this glass from your forehead. Then I’ll clean out the lacerations and stitch you up.”

Sam started pulling out small pieces of crushed glass and placed them into a bowl. All the shards were pretty small, but it was still painful. I tried to keep the wincing to a minimum but it wasn’t comfortable. Talking seemed like a good way to keep me distracted from the pain.

“So they sent the head of plastics to come tend to a couple scrapes on my forehead.”

Sam chuckled, “Bucky wanted to do it himself but I wouldn’t let him. You would’ve ended up with two big scars on your pretty little forehead.”

I let out a small smile, “Yeah I don’t think his talents would be best served stitching me up.”

“Stitching? You know that man doesn’t do sutures; you would’ve been glued back together.”

I let out a hearty laugh, knowing Sam was correct. He added, “He wanted the best for you, which is why I volunteered. Told him I’d give you the VIP treatment.”

I sighed, “Just stitch me up so I can go help.”

“I’m sending you to CT after this.”

“What!?”

“You were in a car accident, Y/N. I’d be a bad doctor if I didn’t order you a head CT.”

“I don’t have any symptoms!”

“You’re also running on adrenaline. Just get the scans done and we’ll figure out next steps from there”

“Fine.” I was getting used to not getting my way today.

“Sit tight for now. We’ll have someone take you to get your scans shortly.”

“Dr. Barnes, Clint’s back from CT. He seems much more stable now. Dr. Rogers is in there examining his femur,” one of the interns provided him an update. He thanked him and headed back to Clint’s room. Sure enough, Steve was in there, examining the break in his leg and studying the chart. Bucky knocked on the open door before walking through to his patient.

“Mind if I interrupt?” he said.

“Not at all,” Steve said.

“Hi Clint. I’m Dr. Barnes. I'm head of the trauma team and I’ve been overseeing your care since you got here.”

“How am I looking, doc?”

“You’re doing really well. Dr. Rogers here is going to take you into surgery to repair your femur. You have a little bit of internal bleeding that we’re gonna fix up while you’re in there. As long as everything goes smoothly, you should be able to live a perfectly normal life.”

He let out a sigh of relief, “Thank God she was there.”

“Dr. Y/L/N?” Steve asked.

“Is that Y/N?” Clint asked.

“She’s one of our best” Steve confirmed with a nod.

“She was so badass. She came out of nowhere and took complete control of everything. I was freaking out and she just came over, started talking to me and calmed me down. She was yelling out commands to everyone and insisted the ambulance take us here. She stayed with me the whole time. It was amazing.”

“Sounds like Y/N,” Bucky said.

“Is she single? Do you think she’d go out with me? I figure I owe her dinner at the very least.”

Steve eyed Bucky and raised an eyebrow, forcing Bucky to answer that question.

“I…uh…I don’t know. You’d have to ask her.”

“If you see her, would you mind sending her in? So that I can thank her.”

Steve could see Bucky growing jealous and he hoped it might knock some sense into his friend.

“Yeah, I think she’s getting some scans done,” was all Bucky could muster. Steve jumped in to review the plan for surgery and let Clint know they were currently prepping the OR for him. Bucky excused himself and went to check on Y/N before he had to scrub in.

After what seemed like ages, all my scans were done and I sat there half-watching soap operas, waiting for the results. I heard the curtain pull back and figured it was Sam with my results.

“Can I go?” I whined. When I turned toward the visitor, I was surprised to find it wasn’t Sam at all. It was Bucky. “Hi…” I managed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, looking at my chart.

“I’m fine. How’s Clint?”

“He’s good. We’re about to take him down to surgery. Steve is going to fix his femur and he has a little internal bleeding so we’re going to patch that up.”

“So he’ll be okay?”

“He should be fine.”

“Good.”

“He was asking about you.”

“Really?”

“Sounds like you did a great job at the scene.”

I gave him a half smile, “Thanks.”

“I got your scans back and everything looks good. Just take it easy the next few days. Sam will keep an eye on your lacerations and will remove your stitches in five days.”

“So I can go?” I asked.

He nodded, “I’ll sign your discharge papers. But you are going home. You aren’t sticking around here.”

I wanted to protest, but I knew he was probably right. He placed my chart back on the edge of the bed and turned to go.

“That’s it?”

“What, did you have questions?”

“Bucky, you haven’t even looked at me these past few weeks and now you’re just gonna act like nothing happened?”

He looked up at the ceiling before looking back towards me, “We’re not doing this.”

“Come on, Bucky. Please talk to me.”

He shook his head, and just walked away, leaving me sitting there, feeling hopeless.

After a few days of restless “rest” I returned to the hospital, hoping to get cleared so that I could clock in for my shift. I had all the nurses page Sam as I anxiously sat in the waiting room.

“You’re a day early,” Sam called as he walked toward the row of chairs.

“I’m actually just a spectacular patient who follows all the doctor’s care instructions.”

Sam gave me a look but sat in an open chair and signaled for me to lean in. He gently placed his hands on my face and tilted my head to study the wound.

“It is healing up pretty nicely. We can get those stitches out today.”

“Yessss,” I celebrated.

“Go pop in one of those empty rooms and I’ll be right in.”

I followed his directions and told the nurses which room I was taking. Sam entered a few moments later with his tools.

He started removing the surgical thread and I couldn’t stand the silence, so I made small talk.

“How is he?” I asked.

“Who Clint? His surgery went well as far as I know. You can probably go see him today.”

“Oh…I, uh, I meant Bucky.”

“Oh,” Sam said, taken by surprise. “He’s uh…he’s Bucky.”

“That’s very helpful,” I said sarcastically.

“Well I don’t know what to say. He’s…he’s not himself.”

“How do I get him to talk to me?” I hated how desperate I sounded, but it reflected how I felt. It was only getting worse for me.

Sam let out a deep exhale. “If I knew the answer to that, I would’ve told you weeks ago.”

“It’s like he’s his own worst enemy.”

“He’s stubborn. But he’ll come around.”

“You think?”

Sam shrugged, pulling out the last of the sutures. “One way or another.”

His response was vague, but he left before I could question him further.

Once Sam officially cleared me, I changed into my scrubs. Before I officially clocked into my shift, I went to check on Clint. He was recovering for a few days in the hospital before he’d be released. I poked my head in the door and found Steve in the room, doing a quick check up.

“There’s my hero,” Clint said, smiling at me. I blushed and looked down before smiling back.

“Am I interrupting?” I asked Steve.

“No, you can come in.”

I stepped into the room and walked over to Clint’s side.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him.

“Much better now.”

I smiled at him and then turned to Steve, “He’s doing okay?”

Steve nodded, “He’s doing great.”

“I told you I’d get you the best care,” I said to Clint.

“I think you gave me the best care. Without you, I don’t know that I’d be here.”

“Well, I guess we’ll never know,” I smiled. Clint grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Hey, so this situation has obviously had a big impact on me and I can’t thank you enough for everything you did”

“You don’t have to thank me. This is my job,” I replied.

“I know, but you made sure I was in good hands and taken care of. And I know I would regret it if I didn’t do this so I have to ask…would you like to go to dinner with me on Friday?”

I was shocked, not expecting this. Clint was a good looking man, and he would probably make a great boyfriend. But I wasn’t ready to give up on Bucky.

“Like…on a date?” I asked for clarification.

“Yeah, a date,” he said confidently. I was looking at Clint but I could feel Steve’s eyes on me as I responded.

I placed my other hand on Clint’s, so that his hand was sandwiched between mine, “Clint, I am so flattered, but I’m not really in a place to date at the moment.”

“Is Friday not a good time? Because I’m flexible, we could do Saturday. Or whenever you’re free really.”

I smiled at him, “It’s not the day. I just…” I considered my words carefully, “my heart belongs to someone else.” I kept my focus on Clint, not able to handle Steve’s knowing glance.

“Ah, of course you have a boyfriend. Lucky bastard.”

“But I’ll still swing by and make sure you’re doing okay before you’re discharged.”

Clint gave my hand a sweet kiss and said, “I will always be so grateful for you Y/N. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”

“Same to you Clint. You’ve got a long life ahead of you, don’t waste it.” With that, I released his hand and stepped out of the room.

Once Sam finished removing Y/N’s stitches, he knew he had to find Steve. Sam had a busy morning ahead of him and was grateful when he ran into Steve pouring a cup of coffee in the resident’s lounge on his break.

“We gotta do something,” Sam said.

“About what?” Steve asked, sipping on his java. Sam gave him a look that said it all. “Bucky and Y/N?” Steve added.

Sam nodded, “He’s miserable and she’s still pining. And I don’t know how much longer I can watch this.”

“I feel the same way. Two idiots in love.”

“So what do we do?”

Steve thought for a moment “We need to get them in the same place at the same time. That’s not the hospital.”

“And has alcohol,” Sam added.

“But not Pym’s. Somewhere more…private.”

“Can we get her to Bucky’s house?” Sam asked. A wide grin spread over Steve’s face.

“No, but I think we can get her to mine…”

I rang the doorbell of the house, feeling slightly nervous. This was my first “work” party and I had no idea what to expect. Honestly. I was surprised that I was even invited. I had been working with Steve on ortho all week and it had been going well. Still, I wasn’t expecting an invitation to his housewarming party. I wasn’t really looking forward to the party, but wanted to make an appearance. At the very least, I thought I might see Bucky in a somewhat normal setting where I could maybe corner him and force a conversation.

What I did not expect was for Bucky to answer the door. I’m sure I looked stunned as I said, “Oh, hi.”

“Hi…” he said, as if seeking an explanation. He was dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, and he was barefoot.

“Am I early?” I asked him.

Now he looked thoroughly confused. “Early for what?”

“The housewarming party…” Bucky was still squinting in confusion, so I added, “Steve told me to bring gin…”

Bucky shook his head, “Um, Steve isn’t here. And he’s lived in this house for three years.”

Now it was my turn to look confused. “...What?”

Bucky sighed, “This is a set up.”

Again, I said, “What?”

“They meddled. They’re forcing us together.”

“So…why are you here then?”

“I’m dog-sitting for Steve.”

“Oh,” I said, finally realizing what had happened. Despite being fooled, I didn’t feel embarrassed. And I didn’t want to go home just yet.

“So….can I come in?” I asked. Bucky looked like he wasn’t sure what to say. “I have gin,” I cheesed, holding up the full bottle of Tanqueray.

He bit back a smile and opened the door wider, allowing me to come inside. I was immediately met by a smiling golden retriever. I placed the gin on a nearby table and crouched down in order to give some love to the pup.

“This is Liberty,” Bucky introduced.

“Hello Liberty!” I exclaimed, scratching her behind the ears as she happily panted. She quickly laid onto her back and I started scratching her belly, as she rolled around happily.

“She’s so sweet,” I commented.

“Yeah, she is pretty great.” Bucky was a few feet away in the kitchen and asked, ‘Do you want something to drink?” I picked up the Tanqueray and brought it over to him.

“Just a gin and tonic or gin and soda. Whatever Steve has.” I slid the bottle across the counter toward him as he pulled out two glasses.

“So tequila is for celebrating, whiskey is for wallowing…what is gin for?” he asked, as he poured a generous amount of gin into each of the glasses. He topped the drinks off with a little bit of tonic and then sliced up a lime and placed a wedge into each glass.

“Gin is for…heart-to-hearts,” I offered. He eyed me cautiously before handing me one of the glasses. I held it up, waiting for him to meet my glass, and eventually he did. Once we clinked, we both took a sip, and then stood there awkwardly in the kitchen.

“Are you ready to talk to me?” I offered, not wanting to waste any more precious time.

He shook his head, “Not really.”

I took a seat at the kitchen island and pulled out another stool, signaling for him to sit. He looked at the seat before finally giving in and sitting down next to me.

He turned to look at me and yet again I said, “Hi.” This was turning into my catch phrase around him. But I uttered it now because I wasn’t sure where to start.

Bucky let the slightest bit of a smile show and said, “Hi.” He broke eye contact and stared into his drink, and I realized I might need to nudge him a bit more.

“Look, if you’re not ready to talk about what happened, that’s okay. But I can’t take the silent treatment anymore. I’m going crazy and I don’t know how to help you.”

He let out a deep breath, “I’m not good at opening up...”

“Then just…tell me about your day.” He peered back up at me, uncertain and I shrugged, “We’ve gotta start somewhere.”

And so he did. He told me about the cases he had and I interjected with a cheeky comment every now and then to try and ease some of the tension, which surprisingly worked. Talking with him was always so easy and I just wanted to remind him of that. As the story of his day winded down, I took the liberty of refilling the now empty glasses with gin. I placed the fresh drink in front of Bucky and pushed, “Tell me about the PTSD.”

He surprised me when he didn’t argue. He mentally prepared by gulping down a third of his fresh drink.

“When I first got back from Afghanistan, it was pretty bad. It mostly manifested when I went to bed, in the form of night terrors. It was really terrible for a while. I would wake up in the morning surrounded by feathers with a knife in my bed, having attacked one of my pillows because I thought it was an enemy. I literally would walk through the house looking for weapons in my sleep. After that, I started locking the door and seeing a therapist who helped me work through a lot of it. And I started to get better. I still had the occasional nightmare, but I was able to manage it. I started to feel like myself again. I could get through most days without a flashback and I wasn’t constantly haunted by memories.”

I could see him starting to get emotional, so I reached out for his hand.

“Seeing you, with those marks on your neck, was evidence that I’m still broken. We’re lucky that this time it was just my hands and not a knife or a baseball bat. I can’t risk something happening to you.”

“Bucky, you are more than your PTSD. Did you ever consider that maybe we could work through this together?” I offered. He didn’t look at me, focusing all his energy on the drink in front of him. “You just pushed me away without even considering our options.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“Bull. Shit. Things got tough and you bailed. Did you know I pulled you out of your haze? You had your hands around my neck and I was able to stop you and bring you back. So I believe we can work through this. Maybe it's locking the doors at night. Maybe we don’t have sleepovers for a little while. I don’t know the solution, but I’m willing to figure out something that works.”

“Y/N…” he sighed.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t give up on us.” Now I was starting to get emotional. My voice cracked as I continued. “You know we have something special. Hell, you knew before I did. And I resisted against this the best I could because I didn’t want to get distracted. Which backfired because trying not to think about you was more distracting than just succumbing to your charms. But I figured it out and I opened myself up to something more and just when I finally accept that I’m falling in love, this happens. And the thing that hurts the most is how quickly you decided to throw this away. To throw…me…away,” the last line came out as a whisper.

Bucky bore his eyes into his drink, unable to watch her tear up and in so much pain, knowing he caused all of this. It felt like a lose-lose situation, either way she ended up hurt. At least if he pushed her away, she still had the chance to live a happy life.

I wiped away a stray tear with the heel of my hand and took a big sip of my drink, trying to distract myself from the feelings creeping up inside me. When I looked over at Bucky, he was frozen but there was no emotion behind his eyes. He was fixated ahead, refusing to look at me. That was the moment I realized this was a lost cause. There was nothing else I could say.

I let out the deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding and placed my near-empty glass on the counter.

“Okay then,” I said, collecting the few things I brought with me. “Goodbye, Bucky.”

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rookthorne · 9 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

It was a trope that you had read over and over in books — never once did you think it would apply to you, and you’d be stuck in the same vicious circle of pining over your best friend, Bucky. But then, he came home one night after a rough shift, grief-stricken and in pain, and he proceeded to change everything.

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𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The apartment you called home was eerily quiet. It wasn’t for the lack of noise per se, no – it was because your roommate was out on shift, and for as quiet and reserved as he was normally, it was like the veil parted and revealed a new side of him in the comfort of your shared abode.

Bucky Barnes, the built like a brick shithouse EMT that you called best friend for far too fucking long – his words, not yours – was out with his work husband, Stevie, on night shift while you lazed about in your bedroom after cooking up a batch of chocolate-chip cookies for when he returned home.

For years, you had shared an apartment and coexisted as nothing more than best friends that were joined at the hip, and for years, you had longed for more.

Pride had swelled within your chest the very moment you had watched Bucky receive his degree in Paramedicine and then move through college with practised ease and speed unrivalled by the rest of his peers. You had watched Bucky’s mother, Winnie, clap and cheer at the graduation ceremony, her work partners right behind.

It was natural for Bucky to have wanted to follow in his mother’s footsteps, and given Winnie was one of the biggest names and highest-ranking members of the Paramedicine force, he had big shoes to fill. Working through countless hours as an EMT had almost ruined him, and you had stuck to his side like glue through the doubtful hours and held his hand when he wanted to quit.

And, by some miracle, after many years, Bucky had landed himself in the role of a Paramedic, and not just any – he was just under Winnie in the ranks.

As Bucky’s best friend, you couldn’t be prouder of the tattooed, long-haired, brute and loveable idiot.

Your phone chimed next to your head, and you yawned, groping for the device blearily. A single text from Buck: otw home, made you sit up in bed, wincing as your back stretched and ached from the exertion earlier.

The sun had started to set during your nap – a painted mosaic of ambers and pinks painted your already colourful walls.

“Alright,” you sighed, stretching. “Let’s get organised.” Your voice carried in the empty apartment; echoing off the walls filled with pictures and art.

Slowly, you ambled your way into the kitchen where the cookies you baked earlier were resting on a cooling rack, and you smiled. Bucky had a sweet tooth and you knew after any long shift he would crave something sugary, something ridiculously sweet that the thought alone would give you cavities.

You pulled the blanket over your shoulders tighter around you to shield yourself from the chill in the air, and began to place the cookies onto a plate – the neat arrangement of a heart.

As you were finalising the heart a few moments later, you heard the thud of heavy boots at the front door and then the creak of the worn hinges as the door swung open. “Hey, I’m home,” Bucky called, his voice hoarse from use. “Where are you?”

“Kitchen,” you replied, still fiddling with the cookies. “How was your shift?”

Bucky appeared in the doorway, his dark undershirt tight over his chest, and the rounded collar of the garment showed the tattoos that sprawled his chest and neck. Long brown hair cascaded down his neck to rest atop the strong line of his shoulders, and his uniform, normally pristine and shining, sat rumpled and dirty on his huge frame. The jacket of said uniform was over one of his arms so his colourful tattoos were bright under the kitchen light.

Heavy, dark bags under his normally bright eyes told you all you needed to know, and you frowned. “Oh, Buck,” you sighed. “That bad, huh?”

He winced, shrugged, and moved from the doorway to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and gulping half of it down in one pull harsh chug. “Yeah. That bad. I’m gonna shower, can you–?”

“Yeah.” The plate of cookies was heavy in your hands, but you smiled. “I can. Go get cleaned up and we can chill.”

Bucky heaved a sigh and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, his hand running through his hair. It was hard seeing him so drained, but it was his lifeline – Paramedicine was his calling, and like hell would you try and convince him to stop.

The living room lit up with the light from the TV just as you heard the water start running. Documentaries were the go-to when Bucky was like this, just mindless noise while he decompressed from a tough shift – you pulled up one of his favourites to play once he was comfortably settled on the couch.

You made your way to the blanket chest that doubled as a coffee table and pulled out his favourite sherpa blanket – the plush fabric a royal blue in colour with a black underside. It was a gift you had given him for one of his birthdays, and he treated it with such love and respect that the blanket was just as soft as it was when it was brand new.

The water down the hallway shut off and you sighed heavily, mentally preparing to bring your best friend back to reality – to make him feel safe and loved. You placed the folded blanket on one side of the couch before you took a seat on the other side, leaving plenty of room for him to lay down.

Bucky appeared a few moments later, his hair damp and hanging in strands around his handsome face. “That was quick,” you observed, looking up at him. “Feel better?”

“No,” he mumbled. His feet carried him to the couch, and he flopped down onto the cushions with a low grunt. “Need you.”

Your heart lurched, and you frowned once more. “‘Course, bubs,” you soothed, settling yourself against the back of the couch. The blanket over your shoulders shifted as you moved, and you tucked it under your thighs just as you patted the top of them. “C’mere. We can just watch some TV while you chill, alright?”

Bucky hummed and shuffled up the couch, his bulky frame almost making the flimsy piece of furniture almost rock with his movements. “We need a new couch,” he huffed, and you chuckled.

A moment passed of you carding through his damp hair with your fingers – content to watch the sprawling eternity of space on the screen, when Bucky spoke. “Thanks for this, love,” he said quietly. You paused your movements, and then placed one hand atop his head, the other on his shoulder.

“You’re welcome.”

Bucky shifted until he looked up at you from your lap, his eyes soft with concern. “I didn’t ask–how’re you feeling? How’s the pain today?”

“As it always is, bubs,” you replied softly, shrugging. It was true. The pain you dealt with on a day-to-day basis was no different – no better, no worse than it normally would be, and you counted that as a blessing. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me none, okay?”

Bucky frowned up at you. “But you’re my best girl,” he urged, “‘course I’m gonna worry about you.” To your absolute and utter shock, his hand that had rested on his stomach moved to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. “And I hate that you’re hurting and I can’t do a damn thing to help, baby.”

Tears filled your eyes at the words, and you pulled back. “No, don’t go,” Bucky rushed, his tone pleading. “Please, don’t. I-I need to-” He cleared his throat, licked his lips and, “I have been wanting to ask you for so fucking long-”

The world froze, and then imploded. Your heart, once so strong and valiant, thumped and ached with the need to jump from its safe haven behind the bones and muscle of your chest. “Bucky, I- Look, you’re my best friend, you know that-”

“Let me finish,” Bucky pleaded again, his hand now moving to grab hold of yours – his grip tight and unyielding. “Please, just lemme finish-”

The ugly, foul feeling of shame and guilt twisted up your spine and curdled your stomach, and before you could clamp your mouth shut against the wave, you blurted, “Is this pity, Bucky? Is this pity for me–for how I am?”

Horror flashed across his face and morphed into such acute sadness it made you wince. “It’s not, I swear it’s not. I’ve fucking wanted you for so long, I just couldn’t–I couldn’t work up the fucking courage to ask.”

Bucky’s mouth worked furiously as though he couldn’t find the words. “Bucky, I-” You tried, but he shook his head.

“Please, this is real, I know you’ve been hurt by others, but this is real–would I lie to you?” he asked. The desperation in his voice wounded your swelling fury, and you shuddered out a gasp. “Would I lie to the woman that’s been through hell and back with me all these years–to the woman that holds my heart in her damned hands without even knowing?”

The words cracked and trembled as they left his lips; an admission he hadn’t planned on making.

“Please,” Bucky whispered, voice broken. “Please, let me–let me love you like you deserve, baby.”

You sobbed; the tear tracks down your cheeks suddenly burning against your skin. Your hand came up to wipe them away, but Bucky’s hand got there first – his thumb brushing gently at the skin so no trace of sadness was left. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

The couch creaked as Bucky sat up, his bulky frame now propped up next to yours.

“This-This is s-so out of the blue,” you hiccuped, sniffling. “What happened–?”

“I saw something today, love,” Bucky said quietly. You felt the warmth of his arm over your shoulder, and you eased into his side. “And it made me realise just how-” He sniffled, and you looked up at him to see tears welling in his eyes. “It just made me realise how fucking lucky I am, and how much I love you. We don’t always get second chances, and I’ll be damned if I am letting you slip through my fingers–not when you’re right here with me.”

You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer. For years you would have done anything to hear those words from him – time had eroded such desperation and urge, but had never tampered and lessened the desire.

To finally hear them and out of nowhere, it was too much. You curled into Bucky’s side, and sobbed heartily, gripping onto his shirt for dear life while he rocked and soothed you; his own tears landing in your hair. “I’ve got you, babydoll–I’ve got you,” he whispered – a chant only for you.

“I’ve wanted- Needed this,” you sobbed, still gripping his shirt and arm like he would fade away if you slackened your grip. “Bucky, I- Please-”

“Just lemme hold you, sweetheart,” Bucky soothed, and his grip tightened around your shoulders. “C’mere, sit in my lap. I think we both need this.”

Bucky manoeuvred you carefully into his lap, mindful of your sore and aching joints until finally you settled against his chest, your eyes directly in line with the tattoos peeking out from the neckline of his sleep shirt. “There we go, baby–comfortable?”

You hummed an ascent and traced your pointer finger over the intricate lines over his neck before you moved down to his bicep, following the swirling designs and bright colours. “How did you know?” you whispered, terrified of the answer. “How did you know that you- that you wanted me after all this time?”

There was a comfortable silence as you waited for Bucky to answer. You were content to sit there in his arms knowing that after all that time, what you had wanted all along was right there. It was within reach.

“I knew the moment I came home that day, all those years ago, when you greeted me at the door with cookies; the softest smile on your face. It was a hard day; it was my first call out for a welfare check.” Memories flooded your mind – you recalled helping him out of his uniform and just holding him close while he cried at the painful, aching loss he had seen, the pure pain from his grief. “And you cared for me. Like no one else had.”

“Always have, bubs,” you murmured, placing your hand over his heart where the beat was steady, strong. “Always will.”

The answering kiss to your forehead worked on your simmering fears, and dissipated them like smoke. “Just as I will love and care for you, babydoll. Always.”

No, you will not look at me and say that I am dealing with my pain and medical trauma through writing. We are gonna ignore that.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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Red as Iron [Pt. II]

Pairings: Dad.Bucky x Daughter.Reader

Warnings: Hospitals

Words: 1.0k~

Type: Angsty

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Cold. Iron. Plummeting into a frozen lake, bathed in the water that would bring death upon him. Bucky gasped for breath but it didn’t alleviate the agonizing wrenching in his chest. He ran. His lungs raged for more than air. Answers. Who? Why? He stopped only when he reached the information desk in the emergency room.

“Y.n Barnes—she’s sixteen,” he said quickly, “Brought in— the officer said—”

The nurse nodded, typing away on her computer. “Relation to the patient?”

“Father—Please, is she okay?”

“I’m sorry, but do you have an ID on you so I can confirm?”

Bucky groaned, fumbling for his wallet in his back pocket. He slid his ID onto the counter toward her, and after another agonizing minute, she nodded with a gentle frown and looked up from her computer. She handed him back his ID.

“I’m afraid all I know is that Ms. Barnes was in critical condition when she arrived, but she has been taken back into surgery.”

“Critical condition—Surgery?!” he asked, shaking his head. “What happened?”

“Brooklyn fire department brought her in less than an hour ago, but other than that, I am afraid I don’t know…” she said apologetically. “The doctor will come out and let you know her condition when he is able to. You are free to wait in the waiting room.”

“Isn’t there anything you can tell me?!” he asked, desperately leaning over the counter between them.

She shook her head. “I wish there was, but the only things I know are what is put into the computer.”

Bucky sighed, hanging his head as he pushed himself off the desk and backed away. He couldn’t breathe. Finding a seat in that forsaken place, he sat down and realized just how much effort it had taken just to stand. He leaned forward as a waft of cold air blew over him, resting his head in his hands. He choked on the breaths carving in and out of his lungs. Less than an hour ago. He was on the phone with her just a little while ago. She was—

~~~

The police had found Bucky in the waiting room an hour later. They were only able to give him the basics of what they found. Burglary gone wrong. Y.n called 911 at 3:57 pm. She said she had come home from school and found someone in their home. Things had escalated, and she was stabbed twice. The Brooklyn fire department EMT was on the scene before the PD, but only barely. She was unconscious by the time they arrived and the burglar was gone. They were investigating the scene and getting the video footage from the apartment complex. With a bit of luck, something should come up. They asked him question after question until his mind was going numb with frustration. When at last they finished, they had advised him to stay with a friend, but he had shaken his head, and they left him in peace.

He stared at his phone screen now, looking at the numbers displayed in front of him with disbelief. He thought something was off at first, maybe the police had it wrong, but it slowly sank into his chest.

Recent calls: Y.n Barnes, 4:00 pm.

4:00 pm. She had called him, his sixteen year old daughter, his baby, had called him, bleeding out in their home, afraid. She had called him and told him she loved him, and that he was an amazing father. His lips trembled as a knot swelled in his throat. His phone screen blurred as Y.no’s voice called out to him louder than the chaos of the hospital he was imprisoned in.

“Can’t I just call my dad and tell him I love him?”

He took a sharp breath and shook his head. He should have known. He should have heard it in her voice, in her breathing. He should have known something wasn’t right.

“I’m really lucky you’re my dad. I love you.”

He jumped out of the chair and hurried out of the room. He found a nearby stairwell and shoved open the door, stepping quickly down a set of stairs until he found himself on one of the platforms between levels. He paced back and forth, hand tangling in his hair.

“I just love you, I guess…and I wanted you to know that.”

His hand met the wall, his chest heaved. He leaned against the wall, hands pressed into the plaster as he tried to fathom what he begged to be a nightmare. He wanted to wake up. Dear God, let him wake up.

“I love you too, dad.”

Bucky grit his teeth, hands balling into fists as his heart bore the knife that cut him open. He hung up on her. Why did he hang up? She was bleeding out. Tears began to slip down his cheeks. She’s in critical condition.

“...Goodbye.”

He strangled out a cry as the realization hit him, harsh and ugly, raw as it ripped from his throat. She was saying goodbye. She had called him to say goodbye.

“Oh, God, Baby, don’t do this to me…” he choked. “Please, Babygirl.”

~~~

It took most of his will to remove himself from that stairwell. To crawl back to the waiting room and sit and wait. It took all his strength to remain sane. He wasn’t used to this. This maddening fear. He’d looked down the barrel of a gun, lost the woman he thought he’d see forever with, feared from the moment Y.n was born that he would do something wrong, but it all seemed so little compared to this moment. This was all consuming, rabid. It wouldn’t let him sit still, and he was at the end of his wits with everyone and everything. He couldn’t calm himself.

It took until he was on the verge of snapping before a doctor entered the room and cleared his throat.

“Is there a…Mr. Barnes?” he called and Bucky had never risen to his feet quicker. The doctor motioned him to follow, and Bucky hurried to his side.

“Your daughter is doing well,” he said and a breath of air filled Bucky’s lungs so sharply he had to steady himself against the wall. The doctor continued, “She sustained two stab wounds, one to the left lung which had pierced the diaphragm, and the other to the liver. We were able to mend the damage, stabilize her, and she is in recovery now, waking up from the anesthesia. I can take you to see her.”

“Thank you,” was the only thing Bucky could think to say. And with it, he followed the doctor to the patient recovery ward and to Y.n’s room. He couldn’t seem to get there fast enough, but when he got to the door and the doctor left him, he could barely take a step towards her bed. She was still, but breathing softly, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. There was an IV stuck in her arm, an arm that was now bruised. The trails of purple had crept up her arm, and another bruise blossomed on her cheek just below her right eye. The twisting in his chest eased now that he was there beside her, but slowly following behind it was a burning flame. It ate away at him until it ignited a wildfire. His fists curled into his hands until his nails bit his skin.

He eased his way to her bedside and gently sat on the edge of the mattress. His fingers slipped into her cold ones, and his brows furrowed as he squeezed them tightly. She always hated when her fingers got cold. He pressed her hand in his to let the warmth sink into her own hand. Leaning over, he let his free hand caress the side of her face, over the bruise, as he kissed her forehead, eyes squeezed closed. Gently, he kissed over the bruise as well.

If the cops didn’t find whoever did this soon, he would find them himself. The cops would never solve the case until they dove into the depths of the ocean, dragging his body up in pieces, each weighed down to the ocean floor in cement. They’d each be broken in several places. Natasha would help him do it.

When he opened his eyes again, they held the sparks erupting from struck red-hot iron. Determination burned in the well of his chest, braced in the armor of his ribs. Be them of a prison cell or the red iron gates of hell, he would ensure whoever did this would see bars.

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hainethehero · 5 months

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EMT Steve/SHIELD AGENT Bucky

Steve is an adorable dork and a first responder in his hometown of Brooklyn. Bucky's the stoic, all-business, no-play SHIELD agent who's stationed there during an alien invasion/attack. They've barely spoken more than fifteen words to each other but they work together almost every shift.

Then one day after five useless weeks of trying to ask Steve out- (because Bucky is secretly enamoured with the shy, beautiful, amazing, gorgeous EMT with the peachy ass)- he kills a few aliens and angrily mutters, "eight o clock at my place Rogers. I'm making you dinner."

Steve just blinks at him with a dumb look on his stupid, magnificent face and blushes as his partner Natasha says, "he'll be there."

#marvel #stucky #steve rogers #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #chris evans #sebastian stan #meet cute #ao3 imagine #fanfic #drabble #queue #idk man

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cable-knit-sweater · 5 months

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not shy of a spark

Art by @burnin-brighter

Fic by @cable-knit-sweater

Written for @buckybarnesevents ShrinkyClinks Double Bang 2023

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: firefighter Bucky Barnes, paramedic Steve Rogers, idiots to lovers, flirting, Bucky Barnes is a tease, thirsty Steve Rogers, power bottom Steve Rogers, pre serum Steve Rogers, anal sex, friends with benefits, feelings realization

Summary:

EMT Steve doesn't like firefighters. They're arrogant, more muscle than brains, and everyone falls over themselves for these supposed heroes. He really can't stand them, and doesn't understand how his friend and colleague Wanda can be attracted to any of them. Firefighter Bucky going into an unsafe building with an oxygen tank that's low is just more proof of their stupidity. But when Bucky comes out of the building cradling a tiny cat to his chest, Steve can't help but be a little endeared.It doesn't change anything though; firefighters are still the worst. Or that's what he tells himself, even as he goes to check up on the cat later that week. Definitely to check on the cat, not because he wants to see Bucky again. He certainly isn't disappointed to hear Bucky has transferred to another firehouse. It's also what he tells himself when Bucky shows up to work at Steve's firehouse the next week. Steve doesn't do firefighters. No matter how cute. Right? Unfortunately, Bucky turning out to not be as bad as he initially thought - and maybe also his tendency to walking around half naked at work - makes it a little harder for Steve to stick to his story.

Notes: Thank you to @buckybarnesevents /Kam & HR for organizing this event & being such wonderful mods 💗

Thank you to @sparkagrace for being my beta & and always helping me out when I inevitably get stuck 💗

And the biggest thank you to @burnin-brighter for making a gorgeous banner and incredible art piece for this fic and bringing it to life. It was such a wonderful experience to work with you on this and I couldn’t have asked for a better collab partner!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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gaysindistress · 10 months

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When Night Comes - ten

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, major character death mentions

word count: 2.3k

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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @thebuckybarnesvault @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @thebuckybarnesvault @elizacusi-blog @mal-adaptive-dreams @vonalyn

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

Wyatt, the sweet boy, is playing with her mother’s hand when the car pulls up to the jet. Peggy slides her phone into her pocket as Steve puts it in park and rushes to engulf them in a hug. Too close of a call is how he might describe the events at Sunny’s apartment. When Sunny gets out, Wyatt wiggles out of his parent’s arms and tackles her with the strongest hug he can muster.

“Ms. Sunny, Mommy said you were coming with us on a trip!” She forces a smile when she confirms, “It’s going to be so much fun, bubby.”

Bucky walks behind her and gently grabs ahold of her arm to walk her toward the jet. For the sake of Wyatt, she doesn’t try to pull her arm away and lets him guide her. The boy runs back to his parents and they all climb the stairs to the jet. Yelena is the last one to board with a redhead woman in tow. They’re talking to each other in hushed tones and grow even quieter when they see that Sunny is watching them through hooded eyes.

Bucky leads her to the seat towards the back and sits next to her. Yelena and the other woman sit across from them while the Rogers take their seats in front. Wyatt tries to get a look at all of them but is quickly buckled up by his mother.

“Any word on Alix’s whereabouts?” Bucky asks the two women.

The redhead speaks, “She got into a car with Juliette and head east but after four miles, we lose sight of them. All of their known hideouts within a 20-mile radius are clear but Wanda and Peter are still searching.”

“And Jessica?”

She grimaces at the name, “DOA.”

Sunny chokes and covers her mouth so that the sobs are muffled. Wyatt asks Peggy why she’s crying but she quiets hum. Yelena gives her a sad look and goes to offer her hand which the redhead blocks with a shake of her head. Bucky is closest to her and therefore should be the one to comfort her. He takes her free hand in his and gives it a light squeeze. Rather than dropping it like he expected, Sunny grips it back and turns to face the window.

Her brother laying dead in her arms flashes across her mind and she snaps her eyes shut to will away the painful memories but it doesn’t work. The sirens and EMT chatter fill her senses as she processes that her best friend was not only working with her ex but is now dead. Sunny didn’t even get a chance to come to terms with the betrayal but it doesn’t matter because Jessica’s gone now. The one constant in her life since leaving California no matter how fake it was, is gone now and she’s left with a team of supernatural creatures to protect her. Any shred of hope for normalcy is gone now and the lack of warmth in Bucky’s hand is too harsh of a reminder of that but she can’t let it go. Even if he is the last person she would want to support her, he’s all she has now.

“Yelena,” the redhead, Natasha, says to Yelena, and jerks her head to the side, “Let’s give them space.”

She agrees and they move to join the Rogers. The jet begins its take-off sequence and Sunny continues to grip Bucky’s hand while watching her life disappear once again.

Fresno to New York and now to Bucharest.

Tall grand buildings line the narrow roadways and echo the history that the city has seen. The moon shrouds the city in an ominous light as a few people scurry to get inside before midnight. Only a brave handful wait for the old black car slowly cruising down the cobblestone road and whisper amongst themselves. As the years have passed fewer and fewer people know who this car belongs to but the elders are still painfully aware of its owners. When the driver makes eye contact with the brave onlookers, they give a brief nod and rush inside.

Sunny had yet to speak and refused to look away from the window to watch the city around her. She’s not holding Bucky’s hand anymore but is practically glued to his side. He, Yelena, Natasha, and Steve are all speaking to each other in another language, no doubt talking about Alix and her whereabouts.

“Unde naiba ar fi putut să plece?” Where the fuck could she have gone? Bucky says in a low tone, gripping his hands together tightly to calm himself.

“Crezi că știe unde suntem?” Do you think she knows where we’re at? Natasha offers up.

Peggy twitches at the thought and shudders but not for the same reason as the others.

“Cum a putut?” How could she?

“You can speak in English. I already know what you’re talking about,” Sunny mumbles still facing the window.

Bucky glances over at her before switching back, “Are you sure? I don’t want to upset you.”

“It’s not like I can’t figure it out from your tones.”

“I think we’re done talking anyways,” Natasha says, pulling out her phone and typing away.

Bucky shoots her a harsh look, “We can’t find Alix but we’re safe here. Lycan is banned from Romania so it would be a death sentence if she even tried to come here.”

“As if that’s stopped her before,” Sunny says in her normal tone now turning to look at Bucky, “you said I would be safe in New York but Jessica is dead and I’m in Europe against my will. Can you call that being safe?”

“I didn’t kidnap you.”

“That’s what you focus on? Me accusing you of kidnapping me?”

“Well, I didn't so.”

“Be so fucking for real right now.”

He gives her a blank unamused stare in place of words.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes which causes him to do the exact same. The tension grows thick and the only person immune is Wyatt who is fast asleep on his mom’s lap with his head resting on her shoulder. Steve looks back at Bucky to judge his emotional state but the blank look he has pulled across his face gives no indication of what he is feeling. The only thing Steve can gather is that he’s not pissed off enough to lose his cool but that point is coming very quickly.

“Do me a favor and leave me alone from now on. I’m sick of your shit,” Sunny tells the man who’s been plaguing her every thought for months now. She wants in reality; she wants him in her life and to act like how did at the kickback turned party but she also knows that Bucky is a ghost now. The flirty and carefree Bucky she started to fall for disappeared almost as quickly as he appeared, a thought that tugged at her heart and threatens her emotional state.

“Fine by me,” he agrees with a level of childishness that makes her want to scoff even more. The large, imposing man is not immune to the pettiness that everyone craves to act on.

Wyatt makes a small noise akin to a whimper and everyone jumps into protective mode. Peggy shushes him and gently rocks him back to sleep, easing everyone in the car’s worries. Sunny crosses her arms over her chest and looks back to the landscape outside. She might have once been excited to visit Europe but not in this context with these people. A bittersweet memory this will be.

Peggy quickly puts Wyatt in a bed and checks that he is still asleep as she dials Alix’s number. She gives the room a once over before talking to a very angry Alix.

“Margaret tell me what’s going on?”

Peggy nervously looks over at her sleeping son, “I’m done. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“No no, you don’t get to do this to me. Don’t back out now. Remember you wanted this. You FOUND me and asked for my help.”

“You didn’t tell me about Y/N so I think our deal should be called off. You withheld information from me.”

“Says the one who asked me to kill your husband’s best friend. How do you think Steve would feel if he found out?”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Really? I think I would,” there’s a pause, “Did you get that witch to hex his gun?”

“Yes but…” “But nothing. Get him to shoot it and follow through with the plan like a good little bitch. It shouldn’t be that hard, he’s a mob boss anyways.”

There’s a click and the dial tone replaces Alix’s voice. Peggy wants to scream and shatter her phone but the sleeping child only feet from her stops her. Instead, she sinks to sit next to him and lays behind him. Cuddling her son, she starts to cry. The years of unhappiness take over and she lets all of her tears flow. She had met Steve in the 40s when she was visiting New York after she graduated high school. Immediately enthralled with his sweet smile and gentle ways, she spent those three weeks running around the city with him. He showed her everything she’d wanted; freedom and unconditional love but it came with a cost. She would have to leave her life behind and join him and Bucky in their business. At the time, she had been blinded by the winds of her first loved and agreed before fully understanding what his conditions meant for her. Peggy refused to go back to England and married Steve the day she was supposed to leave. He swept her off of her feet and brought her to the house they are in now, the Bucharest estate. Then is when she learned the full story of who Steve was and who Bucky was for that matter. She had been horrified and rightfully so. Steve hadn’t told her about their illegal business or their true nature and it came as a massive shock to her system. The only person who provided comfort was Bucky’s wife, Celeste.

Celeste had been with them since they turned 100 years prior. She had been a vision of heaven and a spitting image of Y/N. The two women were identical down to their smile and laugh. Celeste told Peggy stories of how she fought Bucky for years before finally agreeing to marry him when their love began to blossom. When it came time for Peggy’s turning, Celeste had been right by her side the entire time and walked her through every step of the way. The day Bucky found her body in the river nearby in New York, his screams of agony could be heard for miles. A rival mob had gotten to her and done unspeakable things to her. Peggy felt like it was her fault because the two women had vowed to each other that they would protect each other when their husbands were gone. She had failed Celeste, something Bucky never forgave her for, and ever since, he had given her the cold shoulder. Peggy couldn't take it anymore and turned to the very mob that had taken Celeste to now take out Bucky.

It had been Alix’s great-grandparents who had murdered Celeste so it only seemed fitting that she be the one now to end Bucky’s life. The emergence of Y/N had complicated things seeing as how much he had changed since meeting her but the plan was too far gone and she couldn’t stop it.

Peggy had already hammered the final nail in Bucky’s coffin with no way to open it.

The only remaining picture of his bride had been locked away in his room shortly after she’d died. In his grief, he had all of her pictures and belongings put into her study, permanently locking away any memory of her. One small portrait from their wedding day remained on his bedside table and he all but refused to look at it. Only Steve and Peggy knew of her and what she looked like however that didn’t stop him from pursuing Sunny. Bucky knew it was wrong; chasing after a lookalike in hopes that she would match his Celeste. Imagine his surprise and joy when Sunny did mirror her in every way down to how she pushed him away at first.

Trying to replicate what they had would not end well for him but he had been assured by witches that Celeste would return to him and here she was. Bucky watches the doppelganger… Sunny walked down the halls of their home, head moving quickly back and forth to take in all that she must have missed. It had been just shy of 80 years since she had been home and he could only imagine the yearning her heart must have been feeling. His heart has ached nonstop since her death and now that she stood only feet from him, it began to slow to a dull throb. Sunny did not love him in the way Celeste had but she would or at least that’s the hope he clung to after all these years. It’s the only option and he would do anything to ensure that she found that love he knew she had for him.

I love you. Always and forever.

That had been their promise to each other. Sunny would learn that phrase too and soon would echo it back when he held her at night.

Just not right now.

So with a heavy heart, Bucky seals away her feelings and hopes she has the chance to find her way to him. She had to do it on her own without his influence or it wouldn't be true as the witch told him. Sunny’s hand itch to touch the paintings that line the walls and she looks over her shoulder at him in amazement. It crushes him to see the same look that she had when they picked out those paintings but nonetheless, he offers her a half smile and turns his attention anywhere else.

Always and forever needed to come sooner.

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bartonsarcheryacademy · 7 months

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Story Idea Dump #4

The Skater AU @chaos-and-ink is obsessed with

Setting: Clint is 19 and lives with his father Harold Barton. Yeap, the old man is alive, abusive as we know him from the comics, and still running the butcher shop. His mother left a few years prior and took Barney with her, because he was her favorite. Safe to say life isn‘t going well for Clint. If you know the comics, you know what he‘s going through.

Bucky, in his mid/late 20s, working as a nurse and taking courses for his EMT qualification, lives with his 16year old sister Rebecca. Their parents are alive, but moved to another state for job reasons. They‘re on good terms with the parents. They stayed in town, because Bucky was in the middle of med school when moving came up, and Rebecca didn‘t want to leave her friends behind. Bucky is a good and protective brother and agreed to look after her until she graduates.

The Plot: Clint uses skateboarding as his outlet. Whenever he can get away from home, he roams the streets of his hometown on his board. He‘s known in every skaterpark as the loner and the little brother of Barney Barton, who was always popular and known by everyone. Clint gets along with almost everyone, but has no friends. After a fall in a halfpipe that leaves Clint with an injury, Rebecca approaches him. Clint, of course, denies medical help ( It‘s a scratch. It costs too much.. Barton excuses). Rebecca insists he at least lets her brother look at it, because he‘s medically trained. So they meet- the helping big brother, and the little snappy and big part freaked out and abused skate dude. It goes from there.

A WinterHawk development with protective!Bucky, age difference, a shit ton of abuse from Harold‘s side, unexpected events, and Bucky trying to figure out what the hell is going on with Clint. Hurt/comfort, whumpage, emotional hurt/comfort, trauma and baggage on all ends.

Oh and did I mention- it‘s a WIP. Parts are written. And it has Art:

#winterhawk #marvel #hawkeye #ao3 #SkaterAU #NurseBucky #SkaterClint #ClintBarton #BuckyBarnes #RebeccaBarnes #fanfiction #AvengersAU #Clint Barton is a walking disaster #protective!BuckyBarnes #MindInInk

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kangofu-cb · 17 days

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WIP game!

Tagged by @there-must-be-a-lock - thank you for helping me share my shame XD

WIP I’m actually working on:

I’m like 15 pages deep in some Winterhawk space wizard AU brain rot that is entirely the fault of @claraxbarton. Should I be working on this? No. Is it one of my WIPs, fictional obligations, or an update on any series? Also no.

HOWEVER, someone wisely told me that rotating your WIP crops is good for the blorbo soil, so. This is my cover crop. Also it’s been really really fun and writing hasn’t been fun in like a whole ass year so I’m not going to stop doing it.

WIP I keep open in the background so I don’t feel guilty:

Fake-EMT Jason moves to New York to lay low until Batman stops being mad at him, meets Clint Barton and goes on a vendetta against the Tracksuit Draculas. Featuring sulking-about-it Bucky Barnes. This is a gift for @noxnthea which I AM going to finish, it just got kind of sidelined by the, you know, crushing depression of the last year or so.

Imaginary project:

A musician!AU inspired by the dumbest possible premise, which is the trailer from that terrible-looking JLo movie with Owen Wilson called ‘Marry Me’. It looks so incredibly dumb but would likely be incredible as a fanfic. Unfortunately I don’t know anything about the music industry so it’s basically dead in the water.

Passion project:

Always always aways Halfway House. It’s not abandoned, it’s just sadly neglected. I peck at it every so often, adding words here and there, and eventually one day it will grow even more!

WIP from 3 months ago:

The Loyalty of Wolves - werewolf AU my beloved. The gentle premise of this is that Bucky is a werewolf who can’t shift, and Clint is a werewolf who wants to help him so damn much. And also they fall in love. But then they totally pine about it because the love is required they’re just both idiots.

Side WIP:

I don’t really know what this category means, but I’ve decided it means the WIP that’s supposed to be to the side, and unfortunately that’s the first one on the list, so actually I’m gonna say it’s Social Graces, which is what I WAS working on before the brain rot got me.

No-pressure tags:

@claraxbarton @drgrlfriend @noxnthea @flawedamythyst @carcrash429 @cloud--atlas @violsva @captn-sara-holmes @downwarddnaspiral and anybody else who wants to fling their WIP business into the void!

#cb writes #meme game #WIP game #tag game

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Incinta

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Merry Christmas! 🎄

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Sanctuary

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Belle?! Isabella?!” Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic. He heard movement.

A second man picked up the phone. “You want her, Captain? Come get her.”

Steve stared at the phone. His head snapped up. He touched his comms. “Sam?”

“I’m landing.” There was a muffle. “We need EMTs on the corner of State and Henry. I have a total of four down, three DOA.”

Steve blanched. “Bucky?”

“Alive. Two shots, one critical. EMTs are here and taking him to Brooklyn General.”

“Who are the others?”

Steve could tell Sam was hesitating. “One of them is Disktant. Shot in the neck. He bled out. The others I don’t know. I’m connecting to the security systems around here to see what happened.”

“Sam, they were after Belle.”

“How…”

“She called for me to find her, but she was taken. Clint and I are headed to her last known location. Just get the intel and well reconvene. Sam,” he sighed, “get Bucky back to the tower.”

“On it, Cap.”

Steve turned to the remaining team. “Stark, you and Nat start working with Friday to see who and where. Wanda, Vision, I need you back ASAP. Clint, you, Peter and I need to get to Brooklyn. We need to find her and fast.”

“Alright, you heard Cap,” Tony said. He walked by Steve and clapped his shoulder. “We’ll find her.”

Clint drove Steve and Peter to the diner, see the police cars surrounding it. Steve approached the officer in charge. “Captain, I’m Lieutenant Provenza, officer in charge.”

“What happened?”

“A young lady entered the diner and sat at the back. No clean look at her on security. She made a call and the waitress said she look distressed. Two men entered through the back. Video of them is clear but we have no hits on identity. They approached the girl, grabbing the phone, speaking to someone as they took the girl to the back. They dropped her phone and glasses.” He waived a tech forward and he brought out the evidence bags. “They got into a van, no plates.”

“Lieutenant, the girl taken is my wife, Isabella Rogers. We need an APB for her right away along with the description of the van. It was me she was talking to on the phone.”

“Right away Captain. Any reason she was out her all alone?”

“We had a disagreement. Sargent Barnes had accompanied her, but he was shot a few blocks away.”

“Understood. We’ll put out an emergency APB on her right away.” The lieutenant walked away to speak to the officers when Steve’s phone rang. “Sam?”

“Bucky’s wounds are serious but non-life threatening. He’ll be awake in a couple of hours. I have his phone.”

“Can you check to see how he found Belle?”

“I’m checking. The last notifications are text between him and Paul about a car and a doorbell video.”

“Doorbell video?”

“Yeah, hang on.” He could hear Sam fiddle with the phone. “Shit, Cap, he found where Belle had gone.”

“Where?”

“Lila.”

Steve motioned for Clint and Peter. “I’m headed there now. Thanks Sam. Keep me updated for when he wakes.”

“You got it.”

Steve hung up and called Tony. “Tony, check surveillance around Lila’s apartment. I’m headed there now.”

“Why would she go to Lila?”

“It makes sense. I didn’t even think to ask her since they had the falling out. Maybe she will know why Bucky and Belle were in Brooklyn.” Steve hung up and stared out the window. His biggest fear, Belle being taken was now coming to fruition. He just had to be honest and none of this would have happened. He glanced down at his wedding band, pulled it off and looked at the inscription.

AAAO, KOMH B&S

He gave a sad smile. And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of My Heart, Body and Soul. She had it inscribed as a surprise that she told him about in London. And while he was the king of her heart, she was queen of his.

Belle woke up with a sore head. She tried to rub her head, but her arms didn’t move. She tugged and felt pain in her wrists. She blinked her eyes open to harsh light. “Finally, the princess is awake,” she heard. Belle tried to look around but couldn’t see anything past the blinding light.

“Jesus, this girl is dumb.” A shadow came in by the light. “This is the heir to HYDRA?”

“You knocked her out with a tranquilizer. It takes some time to get out of her system.” That voice sounded familiar. The fog from her brain was lifting and Belle was starting to be able to focus.

“Now she’s coming around.”

Belle blinked several times bringing the face into focus. “Sharon?”

“Hey there princess,” she mocked. “How ya feeling?”

“Like I got taken by a hoe,” Belle replied. She noticed a man standing next to her in a weird green suit. “Who the fuck is that?”

“My name is Quinten Beck.” He walked towards Belle and kneeled in front of her. She stared at the man in front of her. Brown hair, blue eyes, he looked kind, but malice was hidden in them. He reached up to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear. “You have beautiful eyes Isabella. It’s a wonder that no one else notice the similarities.”

Belle couldn’t help herself. “Similarities?”

“Yes, to our founder. Schmidt. See, your mother’s side came from a long list of HYDRA supporters, but no one figured out that Schmidt had a son who had a daughter. Your mother.”

“No, my grandfather is Pierce.”

Beck chuckled. “Yes, he is one of your grandfathers. But you, Mrs. Rogers, are the true heir of HYDRA. You are the most important piece to complete our mission. We have to keep your bloodline going. And it can’t be with that All American asshole.”

Realization dawned on Belle. She began to thrash and scream. “No! I won’t do this!”

“Oh, don’t worry Isabella. I’ll take good care of Steve once you’re gone,” Sharon said with an evil smile.

Steve arrived at Belle’s old apartment and kicked in the door. Lila fell as she was stuffing items into her suitcase. Peter fired his webs to pin her to the wall. “Miss Stevens, in a hurry?” Steve growled as he walked into the apartment.

“Steve… Steve I can…”

“You can call me Captain Rogers, Miss Stevens.” He sat in the chair across from Lila. “Where is Belle?”

“I don’t know,” she replied trembling.

“Ok, answer me this. Who took her?” Lila remained silent, tears streaming down her face. “Delilah,” he said with a low voice dripping with fury, “Who. Took. My. Wife?”

Lila sobbed. “She told me that it would be better for all of us if Belle disappeared. Belle ruined my life. My friends abandoned me, my parents were furious at my actions. They loved Belle like a daughter and took her side. I just wanted to be back to where I was.”

Steve tried to remain calm. “I’ll ask one more time. Who took her?”

Lila stared at America’s hero and saw the pain, the anger, fury in his eyes. “Sharon. Sharon Carter paid me to set Belle up. She said if she came to me to find out where she was going. I just made a call.”

“Clint, please take Miss Stevens to the tower.” Clint cut Lila from the webs and escorted her from the apartment. Steve grabbed the phone Lila had next to her, but it was locked. “Shit,” he mumbled.

“Allow me, Cap,” Peter said, pulling off his mask. He started to tap the phone as Steve’s phone rang.

“Sam.”

“It’s me,” Bucky’s voice filled the air and Steve breathed a sigh of relief. “What’s the update?”

“Shouldn’t you be resting?

“I’m a super soldier as well asshole. Tell me.”

“Lila set up Belle. To Sharon.”

“Motherfucker. I knew that bitch was up to something. What’s the plan?”

“Don’t have one yet. We’re still trying to figure out where they took her.” Steve looked at Peter who raised his head.

“I’ve got it Cap. The messages from Sharon confirm what Lila was saying. But they never mention a location.”

“Fuck. Ok so…”

“Wait…” Peter kept reading. “Does anyone know a Dr. Beck?”

The team assembled in the control room with Tony leading a presentation. “Dr. Quinton Beck was an engineer with Stark Industries. He was working on weapons manufacturing before I changed the direction of the company. He was let go. He hasn’t had a presence in a company for the last few years until…” he flipped a screen, “AIM a few years ago. He got in under a false name.”

“Why was he flagged in the first place?” Natasha asked.

“Beck wanted to use technology to fake visuals with a slight mind control initiative weaved into it,” Tony replied sarcastically. “I shut it down and fired his ass.”

“Why would he want to take Belle?” Bucky studied the man’s photo.

“Yeah, that was the question we had,” Banner replied. “I ran her DNA through websites like Genealogy and it was interesting that she had no other family out there. No cousins, nieces, nephews, uncles, aunts, nothing. So, I had a hunch and ran it through old military databases. And got a hit.” A new picture hit the screen. Steve and Bucky looked at each other.

“Johan Schmidt, founder of HYDRA also known as…”

“The Red Skull,” Bucky and Steve answered at the same time. “How?” Steve asked.

“Schmidt is Belle’s great- great grandfather. So, when they say she is the heir to HYDRA it wasn’t because of Pierce. It was because of him.”

Steve stared at the photo of his former nemesis. He never thought that fucker would ever be a problem again, but history taught him otherwise. The tesseract made an appearance although it was safe on Asgard now. But it was amazing to him that Belle was so pure, so loving, so innocent compared to her family. But her mother had ran from her family so the apple did fall far away from the tree.

“Steve? Steve? You with us?” Bucky shook his friend’s arm.

“How would Beck know to reach out to Sharon?” Steve pondered aloud. “I mean, they don’t run in the same circles unless…” he froze.

“Oh shit,” Bucky looked at Steve. “You don’t think…”

“I do.” He turned to his team. “I guess I need to come clean with something first so you guys can understand.”

Belle was moved to a room with a bed and locked in. She looked around and noticed some familiar items. Sharon walked in after a few minutes. “Does it get you all hot and bothered?”

“Is this how you two met?”

Sharon sighed. “After Steve completed his training, I needed to find a more permanent plaything. You see, at the club, all walks of life come in. And here comes this guy who is almost as handsome as Steve who just wants to have a friend and a release. Well, I did what I do best and helped him with that. And as we got to know each other, I realized that he had the technology and the will to get to the top. And if he could get rid of the Avengers and take the only thing, they all care about, they I could have chance to get Steve to finally see me."

“What are you even talking about?”

“I was almost there. I almost had Steve. And then you came along. You seduced him, you entranced him with your fucking eyes. And he was gone. He left me. For you.”

Belle cried. “I didn’t do anything. He wanted me, he pursued me. I fell in love with him after. I even left when I thought he didn’t want me for more. But we were made for each other. Please let me go. Please I’ll talk to him, I’ll tell him whatever you want.”

“I’ll tell him myself when we ‘look’ for you.”

“Please Sharon. You know this is wrong.” Belle pleaded. “I don’t want this. I was made for Steve.”

“You were made to be bred for HYDRA,” Sharon snarled. “Even my great aunt knew that Steve was meant to be for a greater purpose. She almost married him before he put that fucking plane on ice.”

“Your aunt cheated on him before he decided to save the world. I found the notes, her letter to him. He thinks I don’t know but I do! You Carters are just a stain on American history!”

Sharon reached out and slapped Belle, snapping her head back. Sharon got right into Belle’s face. “And you will be known as the whore who married America’s hero and slept with HYDRA’s next great leader. You will be bred; you will give birth and continue the HYDRA line and Steve will never see you again.”

“Wait so Sharon, who helped us out multiple times, is a closeted sex fiend?” Sam looked astonished at his friend. “And you were too?”

“I technically still am. Belle and I have an adventurous bedroom life ok?” Steve was becoming annoyed. “But that’s not the point. The point is, I gave up that life and Sharon has not. She still visits the club we used to go to. Since Belle, I hadn’t been there for a few months. That’s probably when she met Beck.”

“Ok, focus up,” Tony started, “while we are all fascinated at Cap being a dominating bastard, which by the way makes total sense, we need to get back to finding Belle. Now why would Beck and Sharon want to take her besides Sharon being a twisted bitch?”

“Because Beck wants power.” Maria Hill walked into the room. “He was on SHIELD’s radar for his researching while he was still looking for work. We think his goal is to create the next generation of HYDRA royalty.”

“HYDRA royalty?” Bucky looked enraged. “The only way would be if she had children with a true HYDRA supporter.”

“Steve!” Bruce came running in with Helen Cho. “We have a problem.”

“What could possibly bigger than my missing wife?”

“The fact that your wife is pregnant.”

“What?” Steve blanched. “What are you talking about?”

“Belle came to us a day before she ran away complaining that she was feeling under the weather. We checked her out and she seemed fine, so we took blood. The results got lost in her running away but as we checked for any links the reminder hit my email.”

“She’s pregnant? My Belle is having our baby?”

“Oh god.” Natasha covered her mouth. “What will they do when they find out?”

Tony looked at Steve who was still reeling from the news. “Let’s call this bitch and negotiate to get her back.”

“They aren’t just going to give her back,” Bucky argued.

“No, but they may be stupid enough to let us get a ping on their location.”

Steve looked at his team, his face broken. “Do it. I need to get my family back.”

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Pole to Pole

AN: I’ve been planning this fic for absolutely ages and @the-slumberparty week three "Something New" writer challenge was just the prompt I needed. For my trope I have used ‘Love at first sight’ and ‘major miscommunication’. Also, as this is my first time writing a firefighter AU and my first time writing Curtis, it also serves as my entry to my own Challenge Yourself Challenge. This story is set in the same universe as @sidepartskinnyjeans Sparks and Barks and reader was inspired by this tiktok channel (but my fic reader is race neutral)

Beta’d by the ever patient @yarnforbrains.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banners by me.

Master list

Relationship: Firefighter Curtis Everett x Curvy! Female Reader

WC: 5.2k

CW: Angst! Miscommunication! Assumptions about what a fat person can do (fatphobia)!, mention of injured child (who recovers), Fluffy, hopeful, romcom style ending.

“Okay, guys! That’s it! Out!”

At the holler from Steve, Curtis closed the valves on the hydrant and started to uncouple the hoses that had been manned by Bucky, Nat, Jake and Nick. He also saw Sam out of the corner of his eye, talking to the EMT about the conditions in which they’d found the home-owner before the ambulance had turned up.

This job had been a run of the mill house fire. A timber framed building, an elderly home-owner, and a stove left unattended. Luckily the woman had managed to phone 911 herself and exit the property without much incident. It had been a straightforward call out, which Curtis was happy about; any job where everyone (including the animals) walked away without incident was a good one in his books.

He let out a grunt as he hefted the now rolled hose in his arms and placed it back in its designated home in the truck. Bucky appeared next to him, placing the other hose in beside the first.

“I think Cap is already on the phone to James about getting all the cats checked over. That’s if Mrs Jones can get them all rounded up.” He cast his eyes over to where the home-owner was trying to give the EMTs the slip so she could check on the six or more felines that were sitting, nonplussed, on the grass watching the proceedings.

Curtis let out a snort of amusement.

“What’s it like, having the boss-man dating your brother?”

“Weird as fuck, man. Cos like, if he knows about the freckle on Jimmy’s ass, then by extension he knows about the one on mine…”

“TMI, Buck. T -M - I.”

Ignoring the finger flipped at him by his team mate, Curtis swung up into the driver’s seat of the truck. He was glad it was almost the end of the day shift. He ached and was tired. He planned to hit the gym for a quick workout and then it would be home to his quiet apartment. Just the way he liked it.

Picking up his rough towel, Curtis swiped at the sweat on his brow before running it across his close cropped hair and then down his short beard. A hard workout was just what the doctor ordered, and so far, this new gym that had opened two blocks away from his apartment, was ticking all the boxes. All the latest equipment, ideally suited to people who wanted to keep themselves fit in the most efficient and economical way. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t some of what Curtis thought of as ‘frivolous’ or ‘lightweight’ options here as well. He supposed that to be viable the management had to cater to all types, but he wasn’t really sure what jazzercise or fitness pole were supposed to achieve.

When he’d seen the sign-up sheet for the latter it had caused him to let out an uncharacteristic chuckle. Fitness pole. A way to let bored housewives live out their stripper fantasies in a safe environment was all that was for, surely?

As he walked out of the main room and towards the changing rooms he passed one of the side studios. Peering in he realised that this is where the pole-fitness would be taking place. Several slim, chrome-shiny poles, with little ‘stages’ at their base were fitted between floor and ceiling.

Despite his initial disdain, Curtis couldn’t contain his curiosity and dropped his water bottle and towel by the door before advancing into the room. The mirrors on the three walls were a bit off-putting in his opinion. He walked up to the pole at the front, the instructor’s one, he assumed, and grasped it with his hand. It was a good third slimmer than the station pole, and he wondered how it could bear any weight at all.

“Thinking of joining the class?” A lilting musical voice sounded from behind him, and made him jump - not an easy feat considering both his size and his occupation. Whipping round, Curtis saw who he thought must be one of the class students. She certainly didn’t look like any of the pole dancers he’d seen in his misspent youth.

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t attractive. In fact, in his opinion, she was stunning. But she was in no way petite or svelte. The outfit she had on also left none of her curves to the imagination, firstly because it was tight, but secondly because there wasn’t a lot of it. Black spandex hugged her hips, stomach and breasts, leaving the entirety of her legs and arms free.

“I… umm…” Why had his mouth stopped working?

“You certainly look strong enough. I bet you’d find it a breeze.”

“Umm..gotta go…”

Being the tall and often intimidating man that he was, Curtis had never considered that he’d be the type to scuttle out of somewhere, but once back home, in the thunderous silence of his apartment, he had to admit to himself that that’s what he’d done. Run away, blushing and tongue-tied. He couldn’t for the life of him work out why though. He was no green lad, wet behind the ears, and if he were being totally honest, he’d had more than his fair share of dalliances and romps. He’d even had a few relationships as well, but none that ever seemed to last, and when they had ended he hadn’t found himself to cut up about them being over.

He saw pretty women all the time, but none of them had ever turned him mute. Maybe it was because he was so tired? That must have been it. He continued to brood on and off as he ate his dinner for one, drank a beer and watched wild-fire documentaries on the tv.

“You alright, Curtis?”

“Huh?” Curtis lifted his head up at the sound of Val’s voice.

The assistant chief walked over to him with her usual cocky swagger, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“It’s just if you try to polish that panel any more I think the red will come off.” She gesticulated with her slim finger towards where Curtis had a cleaning rag in a death grip, pressed against the side of his truck. He followed her gaze to find that the red metal now gleamed under his distracted ministrations. Looking back up he saw the massive grin on her face as she leaned nonchalantly against the firetruck.

“So, are you alright? It’s just normally you’re out-grumping Nick and out-scowling Bucky, but today you’re just staring into space like you got something on your mind.”

“Nah, ‘s’nothin’. Just tired. Stuck in a rut, maybe?” He shrugged, but was taken aback slightly when Val stood straight and placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. She was all business now, her assistant chief game-face in place.

“Well, as long as that’s all it is. I need my best driver at the top of his game.”

Curtis gave her a brief nod before she walked back to her office. What was wrong with him? He’d been in a funk for several days, since his visit to the gym and his interaction with Curved and Dangerous. He hadn’t even seen the instructor and the rest of the class arrive given how fast he’d excused himself. In his mind’s eye, he’d been imagining peeling the black spandex off of her, exposing the luscious skin underneath, and feasting on her. He’d only heard her voice briefly but he couldn’t get it out of his head. He imagined how she’d sound as she came. Came under his touch.

Fuck!

He hadn’t been this infatuated in someone since junior high and his hormones had been a steamrolling mess. He couldn’t even remember that girl’s name now. Lisa? Lizzy?

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the alarm siren going off. Pulling up his suspender straps he jumped up into the cab of the truck as the others came sliding down the pole. The juxtaposition between what he’d just been thinking about and watching his fully clad team mates gripping the pole between their thighs was suddenly too much, and he let out a guffaw.

As Nat slid into the seat next to him she gave him a confused look.

“What you laughing at, Ice Man?”

He smiled and shook his head.

“Nothin’, Nat. Nothin’. Let’s get this show on the road.” Turning his head over his right shoulder, he shouted into the back. “Buckle up, losers. I’m hitting the gas.”

Why was he back here? Back at this time? He could easily have come for a workout any other day or at any other time today. But no, he had to be here the same time the pole-fitness was going on. At a time that would mean that he’d finish his normal routine of reps and exercises at the right moment to walk past the studio mid-class.

Curtis supposed he could do a few extra reps and cooldown stretches. Delay his exit.

He should. Because otherwise he’d feel like a creep. Which is why, twenty minutes later, he hadn’t done any of that and found himself walking towards the studio on his way to the changing room,hyper aware of how hard his heart was beating in his chest. He tried to snap himself out of it. Convince himself that his stupid crush would disappear as soon as he saw her inelegantly trying to hook her leg around the pole. Not that he wished her harm, but if she fell flat then it would just prove to his dick brain that she was just a normal, regular human and not some ethereal creature brought to life.

Unfortunately for the burly fireman, the universe decided to fuck with him.

He came to a halt outside the glass wall and peered in at the group of mostly women (he was sure he saw a couple of skinny, muscular guys at the end of a row). His eyes travelled from the back of the class to the front trying to spot her. All the attendees were standing behind their poles, looking towards the front where the instructor…

He froze.

His heart stopped in his chest.

Curtis.exe malfunctioned.

Because there she was. At the front, demonstrating to the class. Upside down, shapely thighs and calves wrapped around the pole, spinning slowly. He gawped. Mouth open, eyes wide and… shit!

He moved suddenly, as fast as he could manage, toward the changing room and the blessedly cold shower he urgently needed.

He was getting on his own nerves now. He was fine alone. Always had been and always would be. And seriously, he’d barely spoken to the woman and seen her only twice, but thoughts of her filled nearly every waking moment. He’d never believed in love at first sight, and he wasn’t going to start now.

“Curtis!” He snapped out of it with the bark from Steve and turned toward his Captain.

“Take over for Sam! Bucky’s coming out with someone, and EMTs are still 5 minutes out.” With a curt nod, he jogged over from the hydrant to where Sam was tackling the blaze on the south-east corner of the building, taking hold of the high pressure hose and digging his heels in to absorb the recoil, allowing the team medic to rush over towards their team-mate who had just cleared the doorway, a small body over his shoulder.

When Sam reached him, Bucky carefully placed the inert child on the grass and started to assist Sam with the CPR. Curtis kept one eye on them whilst trying to keep his portion of the blaze under control. He hated call-outs where there were kids involved.

Bucky and Sam were still working on their charge when the ambulance turned up, all sirens and lights. The EMTs took over,and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when there was a small cheer and a load of coughing. Curtis let go of some of the anxiety he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and turned his attention fully back to the fire.

Pounding stuff was good.

Jab. Jab. Uppercut.

He’d foregone his usual workout routine today, needing stress relief after the near miss at the fire earlier on. The crew all had their own ways of dealing with days like this, and punching sandbags was his.

“I’m glad that’s a sandbag you’re punching and not a person.” As soon as the voice reached his ears, Curtis’ body went on high alert.

Her.

He heard the click-click of the heels of her shoes across the floor as she came closer, and he tried to maintain his composure and his rhythm. She appeared in his field of vision from the side, dropped her bag to the floor and went and stood behind the sandbag, steadying it with her hands.

“I thought it only fair that I come watch you after you were watching me the other day. You seem awfully fascinated with the poles.”

Curtis raised his head to look at her fully and tried to steel his face into a neutral expression, all the while his brain was short-circuiting due to her close presence. God, her eyes. He could get lost in those eyes and never worry about returning home.

“I… umm… use them everyday. Well, one. Umm…” For fuck’s sake. He stopped and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the twinkle in her eyes as she watched him flounder. Pulling off his gloves, he swiped his sweaty hand down his gym shorts and thrust it out in front of him.

“Curtis Everitt, New York Fire Department, Brooklyn Station House. At your service.”

She took hold of his proffered hand in her own smaller one and smiled as she shook it, chuckled and gave her own name.

“That explains an awful lot. So it was professional curiosity that led you into my studio the first time? And the second time? Before you ran away like someone had set your ass on fire? ‘Cause it seemed to me that you liked something you saw.” She waggled her eyebrows in amusement, and God - Curtis didn’t know whether he should just run away in embarrassment or kiss the knowing smirk off her face. In the end he chose a third option.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that. For some reason I didn’t expect you to be the instructor.” He felt the flush creeping up the back of his neck and rubbed at it, as though trying to erase the pink hue suffusing his skin.

Her expression soured, and Curtis’ heart sank. “Mmm-hmm. I wonder why? I get that a lot. No-one expects this,” she grabbed a handful of her flesh through her leotard and jiggled it, “to swing around a pole with grace and talent. Well, now I know the reason for your stares, I’ll say my good-byes and not bother you any longer.”

She turned, dejected and Curtis was filled with a sense of panic. His hand flew out and snagged her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

“Wait, please. That didn’t come out right. Well… okay, it was right when I said I didn’t expect you to be the instructor, and yes it was because of your size, and I’m ashamed that I thought that. But I… well…I think you’re stunning. And when I saw you, you know, doing your thing, my mind was blown and…”

She was looking at him, still unimpressed, but not making any further move to leave, which gave him a flicker of hope to salvage the situation.

“Look, I’m not expressing myself properly. I was surprised, yes, but like I said, you’re gorgeous and I didn’t expect to be so… so enamoured…”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m fat and you don’t normally like fat women. Or is there something about me that allows you to ‘overlook’ the extra pounds?” This time she did pull her hand free.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Goodbye, Curtis. See you around.”

She turned and walked out without a backwards glance, the sound of her heels in time with the thudding of Curtis’ heart.

If the others at the station house thought that Curtis had been acting strangely before, it was nothing to how he was acting now. And the worst part was, he knew it, but he couldn’t get out of the funk. He clattered around, grumpier than usual and snapping at the others. It therefore didn’t come as much of a surprise to him when he was called into Steve’s office.

“Sit. Talk.” Steve gesticulated with his pen, and his tone prevented any disagreement. With a sigh, Curtis threw himself into the chair opposite the large wooden desk. He stared at the grooves on its well weathered surface, his thoughts swirling as he tried to work out what to say to his commanding officer. Unfortunately for him, Steve wasn’t in a patient mood.

“You do realise that in order to talk you have to open your mouth and let words come out? Even without Val coming and telling me something was eating you, it was obvious. You’ve gone from more quiet and sullen than usual to crankier than usual. So, come on, man, spit it out for Christ’s sake.”

Curtis took a deep breath. “It’s personal, sir. But I’m sorry my mood has been affecting the team. I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

It was Steve’s turn to sigh. He closed the document folder in front of him and leant back in his chair.

“Don’t shut me out, Curtis. I might be your boss, but I’d like to think we were friends too. I’ve never seen you like this, in all the years I’ve known you, so I know it’s something big. Spill.”

Curtis could feel the blush rising up his neck. Fuck, he was warm and uncomfortable. All this ‘feelings’ bullshit was new to him. He was hard and tough. Not to say Steve wasn’t, but the Captain had always had a softness to him too. A pureness. And since he’d started dating James, it had only got more pronounced. And Curtis wasn’t like that.

Didn’t think he could ever be like that. It just wasn’t him.

For a moment he’d thought he could have it; a relationship that had meaning. If it had been with her. But he’d royally fucked up.

“I made my girl feel bad. That’s what’s up.” His admission came out as a soft growl.

Steve’s eyes widened.

“You, gotta girl? Like a girlfriend, girl? Mr. “Thank you, next” has a girlfriend?”

“Hey! Don’t say it like that. Although, she wasn’t my girl. Not really. But I think I wanted her - no, want her to be. But it freaked me out, and I couldn’t say what I meant and what I did say insulted her. And I don’t know how to make it right, or whether she will even look at me again.”

Steve swiped his hand over his eyes in disbelief.

“Well, I can’t help you there, bud. You’ll have to work out what you can do to make it up to her by yourself. And she might not accept it, and then you’ll have to accept that. It’s hard, man, this love thing, but I can tell you, it’s worth it. Have hope. What would get her attention long enough that you can say your piece? Think on it. But not when you’re working. Now scram. I got paperwork to finish and you’ve got a truck to maintain.”

Curtis pushed back his chair, the legs scrapping loudly on the concrete floor before nodding brusquely at his Captain and making his way to the door. His hand had just gripped the doorknob when Steve’s voice sounded again, making him stop.

“And Curtis… Good luck. I’m rooting for you. You deserve a bit of happiness.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, an unusual occurrence. “Thanks, Steve.”

Confidence renewed, Curtis just had to come up with a plan. As he used the leg press machine, and tried not to throw sideways glances towards the door of the gym room, wishing he could see through it to the studio beyond, he ran through different options in his head. Unfortunately, as soon as he had an idea, he discounted it. Too cheesy, not classy enough, too frivolous. There was something wrong with all of them.

He glanced up toward the clock on the wall. He’d come a little later tonight, and should be finished after the pole fitness class finished. The digital display confirmed that the studio should be emptying about now, leaving it clear in about 5 minutes. He pushed down the metal plate under his feet twice more, before letting it come back into place, the weights letting out a clang as he did so.

Curtis stood, wiped down the machine and then himself before striding towards the double doors. His pace slowed when he reached the studio as his nerves tried to get the better of him. He peered around the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was empty. Yes, he wanted to see her again, but he needed to know what he was going to do first. For now, he just wanted to feel some kind of connection.

As he walked up to the pole at the front of the studio, he studied it as if it might reveal its secrets. He reached his hand out and slid it up the smooth surface. Was he imagining that the metal still held some of the warmth from her skin? He couldn’t believe that he’d been so stupid - made that ridiculous assumption of her abilities, based on stereotypes and social conditioning. He knew better than that. He’d never judged a woman’s intelligence or professional abilities due her size, so why had he judged her physicality? It wasn’t as though he was some small, delicate flower, and he knew how powerful and flexible he was…

It was as though a lightbulb had come on over his head, like in the cartoons he’d watched as a child. That was it! He knew what he needed to do. Hopefully, she’d be so dumbstruck by his display, that he’d have the chance to get his words out. But he’d have a lot of planning and practise to do.

Turning on his heel, Curtis practically jogged out of the gym, a grin splitting his usually stoic facade. This was going to work. He was sure of it.

Curtis spent the whole walk home on his phone, researching. As soon as he got inside his apartment he went straight to his tool box, intent on finding his tape measure to make sure his plan was feasible. He may or may not have let out a small ‘whoop’ of excitement upon discovering it was. Straight back to his phone, he ordered the item he needed, having decided upon the best retailer during his research. He’d even paid extra for priority shipping, but the 2-3 day wait was still going to feel like too long. However, there was other stuff he could do in the meantime like watching tutorial videos and shuffling his furniture around.

“Hey, Curtis, my man! How’re ya doin’? You gotta smile there!”

Curtis couldn’t hold back the little chuckle that escaped him as he breezed in past Jake and Mickey where they were leaning on the reception desk, joking with the sweet girl who kept them all on track.. Normally the goofy pair got on his nerves, but he was in a good mood, full of confidence. His plan was coming together; his delivery had come and been installed, and he was making progress with the help of various videos.

“It’s a good day, Jake!” He smiled at the bleach blonde computing nerd and then gave a sideways nod to his somewhat frivolous bestie. “Mickey. Stay outta trouble guys. See you in the break room later on.” He then turned his attention to the station house sweetheart. “And don’t let these two give you any sass. Tell ‘em to fuck off if they get too annoying.” Her eyes went wide at the thought of talking back to the two flirtatious men and telling them to go about their day. Curtis chuckled again, gave her a wink and made his way through to the garage.

A week later and his confidence was a bit more shaky. Alright, a lot more. Because now it was crunch time. He once again felt like a creep, hanging outside the studio, but this time he’d deliberately hung back so he couldn’t see through the windows, although close enough that he could see when all the class were leaving. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, psyching himself up. When he heard the creak of the door hinges and the wall of sound that escaped as the class walked out, he opened his eyes. It was now or never.

Stepping forwards he held the door for them, marvelling properly at the different range of folk who’d been taking part. Different ages, races, sizes and genders. It made him feel stupid all over again.

As the last one walked out, a leggy brunette who gave him a coy smile, he walked into the studio and closed the door behind him.

“Ummm. Hi.” His voice echoed slightly in the near empty room. He saw her stiffen for a moment, before she turned, a neutral expression on her face.

“How can I help you, Curtis?”

“Look, I was hoping that I could apologise to you again. And try to explain myself better.”

She crossed her arms in front of her, cocked her hip and raised an eyebrow.

“You think you can do that without digging yourself a bigger hole? And this better be good. I don’t have the time, or the energy, to deal with fuck-bois who think they are doing me a favour by deigning to be interested in me, despite my size.”

The emphasis she put on the word made him wince, but she hadn’t told him fuck off, so he took a step closer, although still mindful of her personal space.

“Firstly, I want to say I’m sorry again about being surprised you were the instructor. It was stupid and narrow-minded of me. I thought I was better than that, and I should be better than that. And that’s a me problem. Something I have to work on. But I really hope that you’re able to accept my apology.”

She didn’t relax her pose, but her lips twitched minutely.

“You said that was ‘firstly’. What’s ‘secondly’?”

“The second thing is about how I expressed my attraction to you. When I said I didn’t expect to be so enamoured that had nothing to do with how you look and everything to do with me and my history, or lack thereof, of relationships. I didn’t expect to feel the way that I feel, because I’ve never felt that way. I’ve never had a relationship last longer than a few months, and it was always me ending them because I was bored, and obviously not feeling what I thought I should be feeling.” He stopped, running back over what he’d just said in his head. “There’s a lot of feelings in this…”

She cracked a smile at that, and Curtis felt lifted.

“What I’m trying to say is that there is something special about you, about who you are, that for some reason makes me sit up, and notice, and want things I’ve never wanted before. And it has nothing to do with your size. You could be a size 2 or a size 22, or anything, and I’d still think you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’d still want to see your face every day and want to make you smile. The thought that I’d hurt you with what I said last time, with my inability to articulate my thoughts… well it messed me up, and all I’ve been trying to do is find a way to say sorry and show you that, despite how few interactions we’ve had, I think you’re special.”

Was that a softening of her posture he saw? He had to hope so.

“You got something to show me, Hot Stuff? What is it? Better not be your dong though.”

“What? No!”

That’s when she laughed, and as she did, her face lit up. Curtis’ heart surged, despite the embarrassment he was feeling.

“Oh! Your face, Curtis! I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Okay, okay. What is it you wanna show me?”

He smiled back and walked towards her, only to cause confusion to cross her face when he actually passed her. He stopped by her pole and looked it up and down. He toed off his sneakers and whipped his gym shirt off over his head.

“Erm…what are you doing?”

Curtis looked back over his shoulder “At best? Impressing you a bit. At worst? Making you laugh. Either way, I hope it works out well for me.”

Curtis took his phone out of his shorts pocket, tapped the screen to start up some music, grabbed her bottle of dusting powder and tapped some onto his hands before he took hold of the pole in his right hand. Lifting his right leg, he went into a back arch, then bent further into a backbend. He flashed her an upside down wink before standing, sashaying around the pole to face her, and doing a back slide down the pole. He slid back up, and still holding the pole he dropped his body weight and moved around it, building momentum until he grasped it with his left hand too, going into a carousel spin. He continued to spin and grind against the pole in time to the music and he watched as she brought her hands up to her face, but didn’t stop watching, and continued to smile and giggle.

He danced and glided, swinging up into a fireman spin, before coming back down to terra firma, on his knees in front of her and bending back on himself into a knee bridge, one hand on top of his head and his firm chest and abs on display. He was breathing hard, and smiled up at her hopefully. That had been far more exhilarating than he thought it would have been.

“Alright, Magic Mike. I had a hunch that you’d be good at this, but color me impressed.”

Curtis sat up on his knees.

“Impressed enough to maybe give me a second chance and let me take you out on a date?”

“Yes, you goober. Now get off the floor.” She extended her hand and Curtis took hold, allowing her to help him to his feet. “One condition though; you join my class. Your forward spin was a bit sloppy. Oh! And please tell me that you practised at work…”

Curtis grinned, the flush of exertion hiding the flush of embarrassment. “Might have just done a little bit when no one was around…” She threw back her head and laughed.

“I’d have paid good money to see that.”

“If I play my cards right with you, then maybe you will…”

“Maybe, indeed. And Curtis… never doubt me again.”

“Never.”

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☤ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☤ I can't say which dynamic I love writing more — Stevie and Buck, or Peanut and Bucky.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☤ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bucky stood in the entryway of the apartment, small figurine in hand. “What’s this?” He turned it over in his grip, inspecting the details of the snowman’s little arms and scarf. “It’s cute, but what is it?”

“It’s another little guardian,” you said quietly, looking from the little bobble statue in his hand, up to his face. “I thought it could sit on the dash, you don’t have to–”

“Peanut, this little dude is fuckin’ adorable. He’s staying in the truck.” The small snowman wobbled as he shook it, boyish curiosity lighting up his face. “I wanna see if Stevie can send him flyin’,” he laughed, grinning widely down at it. “You know how he is.”

You beamed at Bucky and moved forward to hug him. “I’m glad, now go—go bring festive cheer to those who need it.”

Bucky kissed you full on the lips before he stepped back towards the door. “I’ll try. Be safe, okay?”

“It’s cookies—I won’t burn the place down,” you teased, and Bucky arched a brow. “I won’t! Now go!”

“If you say so,” he murmured, and he placed the figurine in his bag. “I’ll message you when I get there.”

“Okay, be safe, my hero,” you called, blowing him kisses as you shooed him out the door. The chilled breeze nipped at your nose while you watched him walk away, then you listened for the sound of his car rumbling to life.

The holiday season has always been nerve wracking as the best friend, now partner, of an EMT, that was a given — drunken mishaps, snowy accidents, combined with the fiery, festive attitude that many people exhumed, and it was no surprise that Bucky, a high-ranking member of the paramedicine force, was run off his feet.

There were days that he would come home absolutely exhausted, down to the very last fibre of his being, and then there were days that you couldn’t console him in his grief — the loss of a patient far too painful for him to bear.

On occasion, there were happy days, too. They were relatively simple acts — Bucky making a patient laugh with his absolutely horrible jokes, or if he got to a patient and managed to help them, save them just in the nick of time.

It was true, Bucky was a real hero, and he needed all the guardians he could get.

“Alright,” you mumbled, padding slowly into the kitchen, a thoughtful crease in your brow. The ingredients for sugar cookies lined the counter, with the bonus edition of chocolate chips and peanut butter. “Knowing Stevie, he will devour the damn peanut butter ones like no one’s business,” you said louder while you stared at the ingredients.

The game plan to make the hampers was more stressful than you’d admit.

Finally, you exclaimed, “Sugar cookies, choc chip, and then peanut butter it is—or whatever they’re called.” With the decision made, you set to work on dividing up flour, eggs, and all else of what you needed.

A few moments passed by with little incident from the flour when your phone chimed. It was Bucky’s ringtone. You rushed to brush your hands of the loose clouds of powder, and you picked up the phone to look at the screen.

There was a text with an attachment. Excited, you swiped at the screen to open the picture, only you found it was a video.

The thumbnail was Bucky’s face, a broad smirk on his lips.

You pressed play and watched as he opened his mouth and said, “Stevie here has some words for you, Peanut, baby.”

The camera flipped to show the blond himself, a pout on his lips. “Where is my little guardian, Peanut?” Steve asked, pointing at the camera. “Stop playing favourites—Bucky is my husband before your boyfriend, so I am in on this relationship.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Just you wait, Cap,” you said.

Through the speaker, you heard Bucky laugh and you watched him shove Steve in the shoulder hard enough that he stumbled out of frame. “Shut it, punk,” Bucky said. “Anyway, this lil’ dude is gonna sit on the dash, baby. And Stevie’s driving first.”

“Oh no,” you laughed, and you sat down on one of the kitchen chairs as the video ended.

There was a picture sent next, and you pressed it, smiling happily when you saw the snowman figurine sitting proudly on the dash, right next to the small stuffie you had given Bucky previously.

Just as you started to type a reply, another message came through with another attachment, this time with the text: HELP ME!

You opened the new attachment, and like the other video, it opened on Bucky’s face — only this time, he looked remarkably more frightened. “Hey, ba- Rogers! Chill out!” There was an engine rev and a laugh in the background before Bucky looked back at the camera. “I have him set up on the dash now, and let’s see how long he lasts.”

The camera flipped forward, and you watched while the snowman wobbled and tipped with the movement of the ambulance. “He’s holdin’ up well so far– Oh, I spoke too fuckin’ soon.” Steve’s laughter boomed over the speaker as the snowman slid over the dash, comedically slow, as they took a corner.

“I need a guardian just to save me from this punk’s driving,” Bucky lamented, and you grinned as he turned the camera back to him. His eyes were wide in exaggerated shock. “Please, I need more, sweetheart—I won’t last.”

“On it,” you said to the screen, and you grabbed a pen and a pad of paper before scribbling it down — buy more guardians to save my hero — at the top of your to-do list.

Just as Bucky opened his mouth to speak again, you heard the telltale beep of their radio go off, then the voice of a dispatcher. Bucky made a noise of affirmation as he listened, and you watched his brow furrowed in concentration as he listened; unable to discern anything from the tinny sound, you couldn’t tell whether it was an ordinary call, or a serious call.

“Okay, baby girl, I gotta go,” Bucky said quickly, and he looked directly into the camera; directly at you. “I’ll message you later.” He blew a kiss to the camera and smiled. “I love you!” The video ended and minimised on its own.

“Be safe, babe,” you whispered. Glancing up at the ingredients, you made a hasty decision. You picked up the pen you used to write the previous note, and just under it, you wrote an amendment: buy all my heroes their own guardian, and Bucky an extra one. “They all need it.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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The Truth About Love ~ 19

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 1,605ish

Summary: Steve gets you to the hospital, where it's a waiting game.

Notes: I hope you enjoy!

Everything became a blur to Steve. Upon finding you, his sole focus had become you. He held you close as he called 911. The ambulance arrived quicker than Steve expected, which he was thankful for. Though, he hadn’t expected them to rip you from his arms like they did. Some of the EMTs worried over Steve, only to quickly realize that the blood on him was all yours. His eyes were only on you though. The injuries, the blood, the fact that you weren’t conscious.

The EMTs put you and the gurney you were now laid on in the back of the ambulance. Steve went to follow you but was quickly stopped.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the male EMT said. “But you can’t ride with her.”

“I have to,” Steve tried to plead, but he sounded so broken. “She can’t be alone.”

The male EMT raked Steve over. He could tell that Steve was in shock and that it would be too dangerous for Steve to follow the ambulance. “Okay,” the EMT nodded. “Don’t get in our way.”

“Thank you.”

The EMT helped Steve get into the back of the ambulance before closing the doors. Steve sat down at the foot of the gurney, staring at you. The EMTs were frantically working on you as the vehicle sped along. They had placed an oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. There was now an IV in your arm and they were checking your eyes to help with early signs of some brain damage.

Steve couldn’t make out a word they were saying. His eyes were too focused on you and his thoughts were spiraling out of control.

What if he were to lose you?

What if he wasn’t able to actually tell you how much he loves you? That being apart from you is like drowning?

What if you woke up and weren’t the same?

What if… What if… What if…

The ambulance door was whipped open and Steve was practically pulled out. The EMTs were telling the doctors that met them what the injuries were. Steve fought to stay by your side. A nurse was quick to get in his way once they were inside.

“Sir, sir,” she called. “You can’t follow them.”

“But—“ he tried.

“Sir, are you family?”

“No…”

“Do you know if she has any family?”

Tears pricked at his eyes. “She doesn’t.”

“Okay.” The nurse nodded. “How about we get you sat down and I’ll bring you over some paperwork so that we can get some information?”

Steve let the nurse guide him, though his eyes never left the doors that you were pushed through. He sat down and the nurse left to get the paperwork. With shaking hands, he pulled out his cell phone. Tears fell down his face as he dialed a number and placed the phone up to his ear.

“Nat,” Steve rasped. “You and Bucky should get to the hospital. It’s Y/N.”

~~~

Natasha and Bucky frantically came through the doors, looking around for Steve. When Bucky caught sight of him, Bucky dragged Natasha toward their clearly terrified friend. Natasha gasped when she noticed all the blood on Steve. He had untied his tie, hanging it around his neck, and was leaning forward with his leg bouncing.

“Punk, are you alright?” Bucky asked, scanning his friend for injuries.

“The blood’s not mine,” Steve whispered, eyes unfocused on what was in front of him.

Natasha sat down beside him. “What happened?” She asked, placing a caring hand on his back.

“She left the gala early… I don’t really know why… well, I do have a good guess… I went searching for her and I found her on the road. They think it was a hit-and-run.”

“Have they said anything about how she’s doing?”

Steve shook his head. “I haven’t heard anything and… I might not. They only are allowed to tell family information, but she doesn’t have any…”

“Have you called Ma?” Asked Bucky.

“Not yet. I’m sure she’s still at the gala.”

“She’ll want to know.”

“Can you call her? I… I don’t have it in me…”

“Of course.” Bucky slipped his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and headed outside to have some privacy when he called.

Natasha kept her hand gently rubbing against Steve’s back as they sat and waited.

“I can’t lose her, Nat,” Steve admitted. He looked over at his friends with watery eyes. “I love her too much.”

“She’ll be okay,” Natasha comforted, trying to convince herself and Steve that what she was saying was true. “She’s strong. She’ll pull out of this.”

~~~

Sarah arrived by herself. Though she was smart enough to bring an extra set of clothes for Steve and had already changed herself. Bucky had to help Steve to the restroom to change, leaving Sarah to ask Natasha if anything had been heard about you.

“No one has come out and told us anything,” Natasha responded with a slight shake of her head.

Sarah didn’t know how to respond. She knew that Steve couldn’t be handling this well, especially as time went on without information. With full determination, Sarah walked up to the nurse’s desk.

“I need an update on Y/N L/N,” Sarah demanded.

“Are you family, ma’am?” One of the nurses questioned.

“I might as well be.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“Y/N has no family. My son is her boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but—“

“You’d be careful to finish that sentence. I am Sarah Rogers-Stark, one of the owners of Stark Industries. So, you better bring me and my son an update in five minutes or I will be calling my lawyers down here.”

The nurse shared a look with another nurse before looking back at Sarah. “We will get an update for you.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sarah turned around to see Steve and Bucky heading back to the chairs. She headed over. “We should be getting an update in a few minutes.”

Steve nodded, sitting down in his chair. “Thanks, Ma,” he whispered.

“Y/N L/N’s family,” a doctor called as they stepped into the waiting area.

Steve quickly popped out of his chair. “We are—I am—We—“

“That’s us,” Natasha interrupted Steve’s nervous stammering.

The doctor walked closer. “I am Dr. Kristy Coals, one of Y/N’s doctors,” she introduced herself.

“How is she?” Steve asked. Sarah reached over and took her son’s hand to give him some comfort.

“Y/N is currently in surgery. She was clearly hit at a high speed. Her right leg is broken and is currently being fixed in surgery and she has some internal bleeding as well.”

“Will she be okay?”

“Y/N is lucky. It could have been much worse. If surgery continues to go well, Y/N should make a complete and full recovery in the span of a few months.”

Steve let out a breath of relief. Sarah gave his hand a squeeze.

“Thank you for the update, Dr. Coals,” Sarah said.

“Of course. We will keep you updated and let you know when she’s out of surgery and you can come back.”

Dr. Coals turned away and walked off.

“Well, sounds like Y/N will be fine,” Tony’s voice coming from behind made Steve freeze. “Though, surgery and recovery has to be expensive.”

Steve clenched his jaw and tore his hand from his Ma’s as he spun around. “How dare you,” his tone was low and angry. “Why are you even here?”

“Ma told me about the accident before she left the gala. I couldn’t rush off like the rest of you because someone had to be a gracious host.”

“You son of a—“

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence in front of Ma.”

Before anyone could really register what was happening, Steve had punched Tony across the face. Tony went stumbling back, hands coming up to cover his face.

“Steve!” Sarah exclaimed.

Bucky got in between the two men, just in case, while Natasha pulled Steve back. Steve shook his hand out as he continued to glare at Tony.

“Leave,” Steve growled. “She left the gala because of you. Because you had to go and hire Peggy and make sure that she was there. You had to go and talk to her, probably causing her to second-guess everything. You are the reason she is injured and in surgery! This is all your fault!”

Tony scoffed. “My fault? It’s not my fault that your girlfriend felt the need to leave. Do you even know why she left? Did you even get to talk to her? Because, from my recollection, Y/N watched as you and Peggy danced with each other. You two were dancing and she decided to leave. That’s not on me. That’s on you.”

“I know that I have made my fair share of mistakes with Y/N, but many of our problems lead back to you. So, Tony, I’m done. If you can’t handle who I choose to date, then we don’t need to be brother’s anymore.”

“Steve,” Sarah gasped.

“Cut me off from the money, from Stark Industries, I don’t care. All I want is Y/N. I don’t care about the money. I only care about her.”

Without another word, Steve marched away. Ignoring the pleas to come back from Sarah.

“Steve!” Sarah called. “Please. Come back and talk about this. Steve!”

“I’ll handle him,” Bucky said, going after Steve.

Tears were lining Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Tony. “I have never been so disappointed in you, Tony. And I know that your father would have been too.”

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