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leclerc-s · 18 days
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paint the town red - part eleven
YOU AND ME WE'D BE A BIG CONVERSATION
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SUMMER BREAK 2024
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tony stark i expect every single one of you at the lake house for the next few weeks.
bianca stark-potts i can't. sorry dad. tony stark you can't? what do you mean you can't? you don't have work for the next few weeks. bianca stark-potts i have plans
tony stark WITH FUCKING WHO?
bianca stark-potts with my boyfriend
may parker oh how exciting! where are you going?
bianca stark-potts i'm not saying because my dad will literally track me down.
pepper potts have fun
james rhodes use protection!
harley keener and that is the sound of tony fainting. peter parker and that other sound was tony's unholy screeching.
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amore mio (my love)
something about her looking at the view but i'm looking at her
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biancastark_potts ¿qué horas son, mi corazón?
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katebishop someone tell the winch to be gone!
samwilson WHO IS HE STARK-POTTS?
peterbparker listen, i'm not saying the old man is spiraling but the old man is spiraling
↳ biancastark_potts oh i know he is, harley is sending me a hour by hour update on him. happy is also complaining.
lilymhe it's 5:39 pm in new york!
↳ biancastark-potts thank you corazón!
yelenabelova i love knowing something stark doesn't.
tonystark WHERE ARE YOU?!
↳ biancastark_potts here, there, everywhere.
↳ tonystark THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!
steverogers bianca, why is your father trying to track you down at the tower?
↳ biancastark_potts i'm on vacation and he wants to know where i am.
↳ tonystark SHE'S WITH A BOY STEVEN! A BOY!
↳ steverogers she's a fully grown woman anthony. not everyone is harry.
america_chavez the wicked witch of the west is here? someone tell him to fuck off
wandamaximoff having fun?
↳ biancastark_potts yeah
↳ wandamaximoff good. if someone breaks into his apartment, it wasn't us.
↳ biancastark_potts he says it's all good. it's finally clean.
joaquintorres nice apartment, it's not yours.
↳ biancastark_potts shut your trap torres.
↳ joaquintorres TELL ME WHO IT IS!!!
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do you have time to talk soon?
i'm out of the country and if i was in the country, the answer would still be no.
we have nothing to talk about.
don't be like that b, i still love you.
this is exhausting. we are never ever getting back together. like ever.
did you just fucking reply with taylor swift lyrics?
i did.
and i have a boyfriend so please leave me alone.
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told him the last one only gave me flowers on anniversaries and he said, "that is not acceptable. you should be given flowers all the time, for no reason."
🎾🎾
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kate bishop where's my monegasque man to sweep me off my feet and buy me flowers for no reason??
yelena belova that is gross. who needs love? kate bishop we get it, you're allergic to love. yelena belova i just do not see the point in it. all i need is my dog and i am happy.
maria hill i have to say it, this one is so much better than the last one.
wanda maximoff have you told him about harry?
bianca stark-potts i did, we talked about. it in hungary, when he found out about him.
america chavez she's in looove. she's literally playing paddle with him
natasha romanoff who are you and what have you done to the bianca we all know? you hate sports
bianca stark-potts i don't like tennis or baseball. they're boring sports. i can enjoy soccer or football. but i hate participating in sports. bianca stark-potts he also told me, "i have to train somehow" and i knew andrea would be on my ass if this man didn't do some training
hope van dyne he bought you flowers? for no reason?
bianca stark-potts yup. he disappeared for like 20 minutes and when he came back he was holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand.
kate bishop again where's my monegasque man??
bianca stark-potts he has a brother?? kate bishop he doesn't seem like my type.
pepper potts i'm glad you're happy bianca.
bianca stark-potts thanks mom!!
bianca stark-potts by the way, he says hello!
bianca stark-potts and he said that if nat and wanda break into his apartment to knock, his brother is staying over because his apartment got flooded.
natasha romanoff but where's the fun in that?
bianca stark-potts "i'd rather not explain to my mum that my brother died of a heart attack because black widow and the scarlet witch broke into my apartment because i'm dating you" - silly vroom man
wanda maximoff we'll set off the home alarm on purpose as a warning.
bianca stark-potts "that works! thank you! and if my brother gets scared please send a picture of his face. i need new blackmail material." - silly vroom man
america chavez typical sibling move.
yelena belova HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?! YOU DON'T HAVE SIBLINGS?
america chavez I HAVE TO SHARE A FLOOR WITH ELI, KATE, AND THE OTHERS WHEN THEY'RE OVER! I LIVE A FLOOR BELOW PETER AND HARLEY! I KNOW THE WAY THAT SHIT WORKS!
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george russell you dragged her into a paddle game??
charles leclerc i didn't drag her george.
alex albon he has to train somehow george. can't you see he's too busy wooing a stark-potts?
lando norris WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE NEED TO TRAIN FOR? HE'S LITERALLY 100 POINTS AHEAD OF US ALL?
carlos sainz wrong. he's 73 points ahead of me.
max verstappen is this what you guys felt with me last year?
pierre gasly 100% yuki tsnuoda absolutely oscar piastri totally. daniel ricciardo yes. max verstappen you only drove like 6 races?? daniel ricciardo i wanted to be included maxie!
pierre gasly he's in looove!!
charles leclerc shut up?
oscar piastri he bought her flowers. i saw the instagram story.
lando norris STAND UP CHARLES!!
george russell and i thought alex was the biggest simp. turns out it was charles.
logan sargeant oh come on, this guy had the worst year of his career last year, let him have this.
charles leclerc thank you logan!
max verstappen then tell him to stop flirting with me??
yuki tsunoda that is like asking me to stop loving food. it is impossible. carlos sainz no one will ever love anything as much as yuki loves food
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tony stark hey, how y'all doin?
bianca stark-potts get off my dad's phone samuel.
tony stark WHO THE FUCK IS HE??
carlos sainz oh boy can't wait until they find out. tony stark TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW SAINZ!!
isaiah atkins oh my god, when will my nightmare end??
peter parker NEVER BITCH!!
charles leclerc you should've never taken the job then?
isaiah atkins yeah, you would like that wouldn't you? charles leclerc oh fuck you.
harley keener your girlfriend does that enough for you.
tony stark LECLERC HAS A GIRLFRIEND??
peter parker SINCE WHEN DOES LORD PERCEVAL HAVE A GIRLFRIEND??
harley keener have neither of you seen his stories?? he's been with a girl all break??
tony stark bianca come home! the children (america, mj, kate and me) miss you!
bianca stark-potts i literally hate you so much samuel.
sebastian vettel i can't wait until this exact text bites all of you in the ass
ollie bearman you're included seb. we ALL know.
tony stark know what?? what am i missing? arthur leclerc ignore him. he's in summer break mode still. ollie bearman your brother is literally a better liar than you.
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NETHERLANDS 2024
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WE'RE BACK PEOPLE!! I GOT CONTROL OF THE ACCOUNT AGAIN!! EVERYONE SAY HALLELUJAH!!
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SPOTTED: spongebob and patrick, i'll let you decide who's who.
enjoy this picture of tony because he pissed me off.
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¡leclerc-s speaks! this one's a little short, but i swear the next one will be longer. it lowkey sucks too but oh well, the next one will be better, also this serves as a reminder that yelena is canonically aroace!!!!
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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blossom-hwa · 3 months
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memory lane | j.yh
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I'm nearly two years late but in my defense I had this written for months already, I was just too lazy to create a graphic for it until now. anyway, this was sparked by the memory lane trip that dr. strange took in multiverse of madness - there are definitely spoilers (check the warnings below) and this story might be confusing if you haven't seen the dr. strange and spiderman movies so keep that in mind!
I made some changes to the plots of both movies, so bear this in mind - y/n instead of mingi (ned's counterpart) is the one with sorcery potential and later joins dr. strange at the sanctum, so y/n is the one who goes universe hopping with america chavez and ends up replaying memories they'd forgotten from when dr. strange erased all memories of spiderman (yunho). this story takes place after they've defeated wanda and returned to the sanctum. this should sum up the biggest changes, hope it helps :)
Pairing: Yunho x gender neutral!reader
Genre: angst (happy ending), Spiderman!au
Warnings: spoilers for the last Dr. Strange and Spiderman movies
Word Count: 5.3k
When you return to the Sanctum, armed with a name and the knowledge of a love you don't remember, you go searching for answers. 
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When the dust has cleared at Mount Wungadore and they’ve all made it back to the Sanctum, it takes Strange a few hours to realize that there’s something wrong with his apprentice. Not just the exhaustion, not just the trauma of universe hopping and fighting the most powerful witch in all of the infinite number of universes in existence—that would be normal. This is something different. Something darker.
Something more broken.
“Dr. Strange,” you say later that night when it’s just the two of you, everyone else gone to bed. Flames crackle in the fireplace, glowing weirdly on your face. “Do you remember what happened with Spiderman?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Spiderman?” He knows you were there, remembers that’s how he became aware of your potential for sorcery, but you’ve never really talked about it.
“Yeah.”
He tells you what he remembers. A spell, rips in the universe, a vigilante who wouldn’t let the aberrations die. The mirror dimension, hanging over the Grand Canyon for way too fucking long, and a second spell to right the wrongs of the first.
You take it all in silence, not a single question asked until the end. “Do you remember what the second spell was?”
He looks at you. You don’t look back.
“No.”
“…Okay.”
He ends up leaving first, exhaustion pulling his eyelids down to the point he can barely keep them open as he climbs up the Sanctum’s stairs. He tells you to rest, and you nod, but he’s still not quite certain you heard.
You probably didn’t. Because in the morning when he wakes, you’re gone, only a text left on his phone to give any clue as to where you went.
Gone to visit a friend. I’ll be back. I’m fine.
Please don’t follow me.
. . . . .
Standing in front of the apartment door, an arm raised to knock, you feel like time has been frozen still.
“Memory Lane. Replay your significant memories, now at a discounted price! We remember, so you don’t forget.”
A boy in the spider-suit, face bloodied, eyes broken. A wavering smile on his lips that couldn’t disguise the tears rolling down his face. Hugging you and Mingi with arms so strong but trembling so much you could—you could almost feel them shaking around your shoulders. Eyes zeroing in on the wound on your head, a short gash that left the scar you could never for your life remember where it came from—
He saw it. And asked about it. And heard your babbled reassurances, instinctively steadying you on your bad leg (how did he know? How did he know if you never knew him?) as you and Mingi tried to speak, before saying the words you don’t remember.
“You’re going to forget who I am.”
You swallow hard, trying to reconcile the smiling boy you’d met during your third fight ever with the broken, bloodied man standing before you in that moment. They had the same suit—nearly. Not quite. But they had the same face. The same eyes.
And though you didn’t have a name then, now you do.
“I love you.”
“I love you, Yunho Jeong.”
You loved a boy whose name you don’t know. And he—
He loved you too.
Nausea rolls in your stomach. Your arm has begun to ache from holding it up for so long, but you can’t bring yourself to knock. What if he refuses to hear you? What if he doesn’t want you to remember, doesn’t want you to ask? What if he just isn’t home? You don’t know if you could find the courage to come back again. You can already feel the adrenaline high of the past few days beginning to fade, that initial burst of anger and courage (or was it foolishness? Right now you can’t quite tell) falling away to reveal your confused and broken core.
Your sight blurs, the four numbers marking Spiderman’s door (Yunho’s door, your brain corrects you, and it’s unsettling how easily the name seems to roll off the tongue of your mind though you know you never knew it until the trip down Memory Lane) swimming in your vision. One zero two four. You remember it from the day you walked him back, one of his arms slung around your shoulders, one leg broken and propped up by a cast of your own magic.
The moment had felt—familiar, you remember. Vaguely. At least in the way his tired laughs left his lips, in the way he joked about the villain who had left him in this state, in the way he thanked you as he lay on his bed, the magic cast fizzling out of sight, his reassurance that he’d be healed by morning. It had felt easy, somehow. Like you’d done this before, or something similar.
At the time, you’d brushed it off as Spiderman’s charisma with everybody. The times you interacted with him, watched him fend off villains and help the elderly cross the sidewalk in just two breaths showed you enough. That infectious laugh, the witty barbs, his charming easiness with every person he encountered, villain or no, weren’t special somethings reserved for you, which you reminded yourself in the moments you thought that might be true.
But maybe it was true. That trip down memory lane told you that you knew him even before you did. Knew Spiderman, knew him deeply, knew him well enough to know his name, Yunho Jeong—
Knew him enough that you could kiss him and tell him you loved him, twice, even without the promise of a response.
“Wait. Wait and tell me when you see me again.”
He’d promised. With a nod, and a smile, and words said before that you know from the memory but still don’t remember. He’d said it, sworn it—
“It’s okay. I’m gonna come and find you and—and I’ll explain everything. I’ll make you remember me.” A deep, rattling breath. “And it’ll be like none of this ever happened.”
Yet he never came to find you. For what reason, you don’t know. But you found him. Over and over, you found him—during fights, on trips to the bodega, several times in the Sanctum. And he never said anything.
The ache of a memory that is yours but isn’t thuds dully in your chest. You need to know if it was real. And it if was…
You need to know why he never returned.
Your knuckles rap the door sharply—once, twice, three times. Something clangs and there’s a loud curse in a voice you properly remember, not just know from your trip down memory lane.
Footsteps sound. Something clicks in the door. You have just one moment to prepare yourself before it swings open—
Yunho Jeong’s face stares at you, confused, kind, smiling. If you hadn’t been watching so carefully, you would’ve missed the millisecond of hope and panic that flashed across his eyes that confirms everything you’ve conjectured so far.
You’re not sure how to feel about it.
“Good morning?” He laughs a little, and he’s so good at acting—so damn good, did he take acting classes before? Not that you would’ve known since you only got that one significant memory before you shoved America Chavez on, but you want to grab his shoulders and shake him hard enough to tug those memories loose and plant them back in your own damn head—
“Yunho Jeong.” You take a step forward. “We have a lot to talk about.”
. . . . .
His eyes are guarded when he lets you in the door, but he lets you sit on the couch before he lets loose with a question, more of a statement, of his own. “You know my name.”
You probe his gaze carefully. For once, it flickers as you stare at him, a shard of that steady, easy confidence he’s always had (was there a time he didn’t have it? Were you there when that was the case?) chipped and dropped into somewhere unknown. He doesn’t flinch away, though, not like you originally expected him to.
Maybe it isn’t just paranoia and caution behind those guarded walls, your mind whispers. Maybe there’s a bit of hope, too.
The thought is too much for you to handle, so for all your original bravado you’re the one who looks away first. “I do.”
Spiderman’s—Yunho’s—voice nearly trembles with how carefully he measures his next word. “How?”
You take a deep breath. How do you even start?
“I recently took a…trip, of sorts, with Dr. Strange.” Not really—it was more so just with America, but Spiderman doesn’t know America and you probably shouldn’t be telling anyone about her until Dr. Strange gives the okay. “Went universe hopping. Mostly unintentionally.” Ignoring Spiderman’s—Yunho, Jesus fucking Christ—sharp intake of breath, you continue. “One of them had a curious feature called Memory Lane. For a price, it would replay your most significant memories.” You swallow. “I got a…free trial, of sorts.”
The silence that follows your statement hangs heavily in the air. Never, not once in the time you’ve known him (at least not the second time you knew him, if the first time even existed) did you think Yunho (it’s still strange how not strangely the name flows through your mind) could have let such a tension weigh the conversation—he’s always been so charismatic, so ready to smile and laugh and joke away any heaviness that came. Hell, even when he had a leg snapped into so many pieces only a cast of glowing golden threads was holding it together, he wore a smile on the way back. But in the face of your words, Yunho’s head has fallen, the strong shoulders tensed to snap, his clasped hands trembling underneath his chin…
He looks up, straight at you. His eyes have fragmented and the shards you see in them frightens you—that’s just not a look that belongs on Yunho’s face. He looks ten, twenty, thirty years older than he is (your age, he’d told you with the perfect amount of surprise and warmth on his face the day you’d told him, the first time you’d had more than a few minutes to get to know each other more), with the tortured memories of someone who’s lived through millennia. And, you realize with a pang, there’s a reason for that. Because if you forgot him, if Mingi forgot him, how many others did?
And if you meant so much to him in that life you don’t remember, how much has he had to keep to himself in order to keep you from knowing?
“What did you see?” he asks quietly, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles have turned white. “If it’s okay to tell me, of course.”
Tears bubble in the corners of your eyes. That gentleness, that consideration, feels so warm. So very warm and familiar.
“I was with you. And Mingi. We were hugging.” You swallow. “You looked…beat up, but you still asked about a wound on my head.”
Yunho’s gaze flutters in the direction you knew it’d go, just to the side of your right eyebrow. Your fingers itch to rise, to touch the scarred flesh that’s still there, but you hold your twitching hands still.
“And then you said we were going to forget who you were.”
He goes still at that, still as a statue. It’s funny—there have been a few times where you mused, internally of course, that Yunho’s face—just Spiderman at the time—could have been sculpted by one of the gods, should they exist. A beaming statue of a hero, waiting for thousands to thank and worship him. But now, as he stares at you with no expression on his face, stone still and truly a human statue if there ever was one…
You promise yourself never to make the statue comparison again, because the warm Yunho, the alive Yunho, is the only one you’d ever want to know.
Swallowing hard, you open your mouth. And close it. Not because you don’t know what to say, because you do—it’s just recounting a memory that isn’t yours, basically a scene from a movie, how hard could it be—but because when you try to speak, you can’t. Your voice is gone.
Yunho’s eyes are shiny. A little too shiny. And there’s a little too much hope in them, now, a hope that makes you want to dig yourself into a hole and have someone cover up the dirt behind you. Because—it’s not right, that hope, it’s not right because you know what Yunho wants isn’t what happened.
He speaks first. “You…remember?”
“I—” You dig your fingernails into your palms so hard it hurts. “I don’t.”
His face falls. Crumbles. And this time, unlike all the other times you didn’t understand before when he’d see you and you’d do something—anything—and his face would do something strange for a second before his easy smile came back up—
He doesn’t try to pull it back together.
“I—saw it.” Your mouth moves on autopilot, trying to patch up a situation you’re not sure you can but anything, anything to bring something back to Yunho’s face. Even the terrible hope was better than this. “I saw it—and—I can’t say I remember it, exactly, because I don’t, but it—it felt like it explained things.”
Yunho looks up. Just barely. But he does.
“You—I’m comfortable with you.” Once it’s out in the open, you realize how stupid it sounds, but you barge forward because who the fuck cares anymore. “And I know—I know a lot of people probably say that, but—even at that first fight, it was like…it was like I knew you a little. Somehow. Even though to my knowledge I had never seen you before.” You wince at how that must sound but Yunho doesn’t, his eyes now fixated more firmly on yours. “A lot of things felt…familiar. Just stuff like your laugh. Smile. The way we could banter and talk and I—just—fuck!” Your own vehemence startles you and you slap your palms to your eyes and to your surprise, you find tears meeting your skin.
Damn it, you really hadn’t intended to cry when you came here.
“Y/N?”
You swallow the lump in your throat, scrub at your eyes with the heels of your palms. “I’m sorry,” you say, and wow your voice sounds so much more ragged than you thought it was. “I’m sorry. I—it all sounds stupid. I don’t know how to explain it. I just know that…sometimes, being around you felt like déjà vu. In some weird way.” The lump in your throat seems bent on returning so you swallow hard again. “The memory that I saw. It made some things, like that, make sense. But other things didn’t.”
“…What didn’t?”
It takes everything left in you to meet Yunho’s gaze. The adrenaline rush of yesterday’s fight has finally faded away fully and you think you might collapse soon, but you force your voice to remain steady even as a stray tear makes it cold way down your cheek.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
. . . . .
For a long moment, Yunho doesn’t speak.
“I…was going to tell you,” he finally says. “I was. When you still had your job at the diner, I was going to go in and…tell you everything. Like I’d promised to. I was—” He laughs a little, broken and fragmented. “I was right outside. I could see you. Mingi was at the counter, too.”
There were many days like those. You’re not sure which one this was. “I didn’t see you.”
“No, you didn’t,” Yunho agrees. “But I saw you. And I saw your scar.”
This time, you can’t stop your hand from touching the warped skin on your forehead.
Yunho’s eyes track the movement. “I had a whole speech written out, you know.” That same broken, fragmented laugh from before. “It was on a piece of paper. I was going to read it to you two. But I saw your scar and…you were laughing. You looked so happy. I couldn’t ruin that.” He smiles a little, but it doesn’t reach his eyes at all. “When you knew I was Spiderman, all it did was cause you pain. And harm.”
You open your mouth to refute, but you can’t. Because you don’t remember anything. Not at all.
“Something happened to just about everyone I cared about who knew my secret.” Yunho’s voice drops. “So I thought it would be better if you didn’t know. It would be better if no one knew. Just the way it was after that day.”
“But—Yunho, I—” Words trip over your tongue and for a moment you still can’t speak, not for lack of thought but for too much. “We—you didn’t give us a choice. How did you know we wouldn’t—”
“You were at the battle.” Yunho’s words cut through your own like a knife and you almost flinch. “A battle I caused because I was an idiot. You don’t remember what happened, do you?”
Slowly, you shake your head.
“I went to Dr. Strange with a request. To wipe everyone’s memory of the fact that Yunho Jeong and Spiderman were one and the same. So many shit things had happened to me—and us—because of Mysterio’s stupid fucking video. College admissions, people taking potshots at us across the street…” He takes a deep, shaky breath. “He almost did. But I kept interrupting with exceptions. People I still wanted to remember me. You. Mingi. Aunt Mei. Happy. And that…that messed the spell up.”
You sit silent, quiet as Yunho tells you about the multiverse, about the other villains who knew him but whom he’d never faced—at least not in this world. He tells you about Aunt Mei, how Osborn had found her, how she’d pressed it into him that all of them needed help, not just to be sent back to their respective universes to die, and how he’d decided she was right.
She had been right, Yunho stresses. But she’d paid for it. With her life.
There, Yunho stops talking for a moment. Puts his hands over his face and breathes deeply once, twice. When he finally looks up, his eyes look redder.
“I’m sorry.” You wince as soon as you say the words, how flat they fall in the silence. But the thing is—you knew Mei. Somewhat. You remember her face, her smile, her burned cookies—you remember her, if not necessarily her nephew. She was a good woman, one of the kindest people you’d ever had the luck to meet. “I…remembered her. Somewhat. Probably not as much as I would have…before, but…”
“Yeah,” is all Yunho says. “Yeah.”
He continues. Two Spidermen, two Yunho Jeongs from separate universes. They looked nothing like him and apparently you summoned them with rings stolen from Dr. Strange himself (so maybe some things are best left not remembered, because if Dr. Strange doesn’t remember this you’re not sure you want him to). Back in their own worlds, they’d faced the villains he’d failed to corral here. They worked together and there was a fight at the Statue of Liberty and you and Mingi were tasked with keeping the unbroken spell safe from Norman Osborn and later, Dr. Strange, too.
You failed.
“Osborn freed the spell,” Yunho says, grief and fury etched in every line of his face. “Broke the casing with one of his stupid little toys. And so all these people—villains, friends, I don’t know—from other universes started coming into ours. Dr. Strange couldn’t contain them.”
You’re starting to feel a little faint. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah,” Yunho breathes. “There was only one way to fix it. Everyone had to forget Yunho Jeong.” His eyes bore into yours.
Forget feeling faint. You think you’re about to be sick. “Everyone.”
“Everyone,” he repeats. A little dark laugh falls from his lips. “No exceptions this time.”
For a long moment, you sit in silence. All of this information—your brain was already exhausted from universe hopping and dealing with a crazy, grief-driven witch, and you got maybe three hours of sleep last night before you found your way here—it’s so much. Almost too much. Maybe you should’ve waited to confront Yunho, should’ve given it a couple of days of thinking before coming here all tongue-tied and stupid—
“But—Yunho. You promised to tell us. You promised to tell me and Mingi.” You can feel your face scrunching up like you’re about to cry again and you don’t need that, don’t need that right now at fucking all. “You could’ve told us—you didn’t have to go through this alone—”
“Yes, I did,” Yunho snaps. “It was my fault. All of this was my fault—”
“No, it fucking wasn’t!” you retort. “It was Mysterio’s fault—hell, it was mine and Mingi’s for not protecting the stupid spell enough—”
“No, it was mine, for trying to change something that couldn’t have been changed!” he yells. “I got the villains into our universe because I couldn’t think of anything beyond our fucking college admissions! I did a fuck up job of keeping the villains in line! I got Mei killed, I got you and Mingi injured, I caused so much trouble for Dr. Strange because I wasn’t thinking—”
“You were a kid!” you yell back. “We all were! Barely fucking eighteen! Not even college students, not even legal adults! And—Yunho! I may not remember anything, but I do fucking know that we never would’ve been coerced or something into helping you. You wouldn’t have done that! If we were helping you in that fight, it was because we agreed to, because we wanted to!”
“It doesn’t matter!” Yunho snaps. “It doesn’t matter that you wanted to! Because in the end, this was a fight that I started and that I should have ended myself! Instead, I got a whole bunch of other people involved and people were injured for it, people—people died for it, Y/N.” His face crumples, and he turns away.
All the fight leaves your body. You reach towards him, slowly take his hands in yours. To your surprise, he doesn’t tug them away.
“I wasn’t going to get you and Mingi killed off because I wanted you back,” Yunho whispers. “My fights were going to be on my terms and only mine. I know you fight now, as Dr. Strange’s apprentice—don’t bring that up with me. Those fights are your choices and on your terms.” Teary eyes look into yours and you can barely fight the urge to brush the wetness away. “It kills me to watch it happen, but that’s your choice. And I can’t interfere with that.” He takes a deep breath. “But I can interfere with the stuff that shouldn’t happen because it’s my fault.”
The anger starts to rise up in you once more. “You didn’t give either of us a choice in deciding that—”
“Right before Aunt Mei died, she told me something.” Yunho’s hands tremble in yours. “She said, ‘With great power, there must also come great responsibility.’”
You swallow hard.
“I don’t think I ever understood until then,” he says quietly. “Sure, I’d always known I had power, and I tried to use it well by being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, you know. Protecting the little guy while others fight the big battles. But the responsibility…my lack of that is what started this whole thing in the first place.” Yunho swallows. “When I saw you and Mingi in the diner, and I made that choice. That was my responsibility. I wasn’t going to purposefully involve anyone else in my fights, my issues. Not now. Not anymore.”
One of his hands releases itself from yours. It rises toward the puckered scar, brushes it with a gentle touch. His fingertips tremble against your skin. “Do you know how you got this?” he asks, whisper soft.
Slowly, you shake your head.
“One of Osborn’s…gadgets, sliced you.” Yunho takes a deep, shaky breath, and you grip his hand harder. “And because of that, you—you fell. Right off the statue.”
You couldn’t speak right now, not even if you tried.
“You fell.” The words seem to rip themselves from Yunho’s throat and he looks away, his free hand covering his face for one, two awful moments before he turns back to you. “You fell, and I tried to catch you but Osborn knocked me out of the way midair, and it—it was only a miracle that one of the other Spidermen caught you. A miracle,” he repeats, almost as though he still doesn’t believe it.
This time you do reach up to brush the tears from his eyes. The movement feels so remarkably natural that you have to wonder how many times you made the same motion in a time before.
“I saw you with the scar. And suddenly I was there, watching you fall with no way to stop it.” Yunho squeezes his eyes shut. “I couldn’t have that happen again. Not to you. Not to anyone.”
His eyes open, and between the tears, all you can see is the certainty of his choice weighing dark in his pupils.
“Not because of me.”
. . . . .
Silence falls in Yunho’s studio apartment. The sun has risen, slats of pale light filtering through his windows, illuminating his face. In the glow of morning, Yunho’s young face only looks older.
And suddenly you feel guilty. So very guilty. You came to his apartment unannounced with a name in one hand, news you were certain he wouldn’t like in the other, and caused him pain. That was it. You forced him to relive all these memories, made him explain things he perhaps wasn’t ready to speak of, and yelled at him for a choice you’re not sure you would’ve made differently had you been in the same situation.
“I’m sorry,” you croak, throat suddenly choked. You drop his hands and step back, desperately trying to swallow your tears. “I—I shouldn’t have come.” Yunho’s eyebrows furrow, but you refuse to look at him. “It wasn’t my place to demand answers of you and I shouldn’t have yelled—”
“Y/N.”
This time it’s his hands that take yours, large and warm and gentle. You look down at your joined fingers, then up at his face. If you had loved each other as much as your memory would have you believe, this must have been a common occurrence.
No wonder it feels so safe.
“I don’t blame you,” he says, and it’s the steadiness of his gaze that convinces you he speaks true. “You had questions, and no one else you knew had answers.”
“Even so.” You blink a tear away. “Even so, Yunho.”
“No.” He grips your hands more tightly. “Do you know how I felt after I saw you the first time after? When you showed up with Dr. Strange in the middle of fighting the drakon?” You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off. “I was terrified, obviously, but watching you…” Yunho looks down at your joined hands and you think he’s going to start crying again, but when he looks back up, there’s a smile on his face despite the faint tears in his eyes. “It was good to see you, Y/N. Just so…good.”
You look down at your hands. Back up at Yunho’s face. 
Eyes so soft with tears, so warm they could melt.
“I was happy to see you,” he says quietly, and for all his words are unbelievable you have to believe them because of the way he says them. “So happy. I mean—I’d made the decision. And I’d come to terms with that I probably would never see you again, or at least never be close with you again. But seeing you then, healthy and happy and just—you—”
A choked noise escapes your throat. Something like a laugh. Something like a sob.
“I thought I’d gotten over it, you know.” Yunho smiles and it’s beautiful and broken and brittle, echoes of joy bittersweet on his lips. “Thought that I’d be able to move on. And I did, in a way, but before I thought that I would forget it all. I thought that I could. But that moment just showed me that I’d really never be able to, and that I would be okay with it. Because seeing you like that—it was good, Y/N.” The smile grows. “Even now, seeing you in front of me like this…”
Oh. Oh, damn.
You’d thought that you were all cried out, but your eyes betray you once more. A headache is starting to build up in the back of your head but you force yourself to focus, to decipher Yunho’s words for what they are. “So—” You swallow. Try to speak. “Do—do you—”
“I still love you,” he says quietly. “Every time I see you, it feels like I’m a little more whole.”
Your face burns. “I—”
“You don’t have to say anything right now.” Yunho smiles, and even on his teary face he looks so handsome, so steady, and if it’s true that you were in love with him before it’s not difficult to understand why. “I know it’s a lot, and that you’ve only just begun to figure some things out. I’m not looking for an answer when I tell you this.” He takes a deep breath. “I just wanted you to know.”
For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. You look at your interlaced fingers, think about how natural it feels to have his hands in yours, to have come to him in this hour of answers and need. Briefly you think of Mingi, and it doesn’t surprise you to think that they could’ve been good friends too.
“I’m not…closed off. To anything.” You swallow hard, looking back up at Yunho. “Yet, at least. I can’t say I—that I love you, not now, but I do believe I loved you once, and I could be there again. Someday.”
Yunho’s eyes fill with tears again, but he doesn’t say anything.
“I just.” Tears of your own start to squeeze down your cheeks, past your lips and chin. “I don’t know if I will ever remember everything,” you finally warn, voice wobbly. “I think it’s more likely that I won’t. But if you’re willing, even then…”
“It’s okay.” Yunho’s smile is warm, and it’s what finally sends the rest of the tears spilling out of your eyes. “This is more than I ever could have hoped for in my life.”
“I want to remember,” you choke. “I want to remember, I want to so badly—”
“I do too,” he says, pulling you into his chest. His warm heartbeat thumps quietly against yours and you take comfort in its steady pace, one, two, one, two. “But even if you don’t, I want you to know that’s okay. And it always will be.”
“…How do you know?”
Yunho’s arms, warm around your body. His hold so gentle yet so firm, so safe and steady as he murmurs reassurances in your ear.
“Because,” he says, pulling away. You look up at him with your sticky, aching eyes, feel all of your trust in him only grow as he smiles.
“Because we can always make more memories of our own.”
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Th Sergeant’s Admirer - Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Prompt: I actually had writers block and decided to look through some unfinished stuff and came across this it started at 1k words and I decided to see where my idea's took me...It got out of hand. This is the biggest one-shot I've actually ever done. its over 7k and its my first Bucky fic I'm excited to hear every ones thoughts. (if you don't like don't read)
Warnings: Smut, there fluff lots of it, I have a minor fetish or kink for like Bucky's arm so that may leak in this story. (oops)
Description: You’re a sci-fi writer who happens to support Sergeant Barnes rather publicly in an interview for your latest book, which somehow ends with you being asked to help boost the Sergeants PR.
Thank you to my beta who gave this a quick edit last night @lets-imagine-fanfics
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“So, Y/N, as a successful writer of a sci-fi book series everyone is wondering who is your favourite Avenger?” The interviewer asked with a bright white smile that was beyond fake in your eyes. 
“That depends on what reason? I mean I know everyone wants me to say Captain America because the hero of my book is noble and righteous much like our good Captain, but to be honest; I most admire Sergeant Barnes.” You replied easily clearly shocking the interviewer as her jaw dropped immediately.  
“You mean The Winter Solider?” The interviewer asked sceptically.  
“No, HYDRA created The Winter Solider by torturing a good man that fought for this country over 70 years ago. The man who now helps the Avengers and their cause is not the assassin they created but the Sergeant finally getting his life back and once again serving his country despite having every right to retire and live a normal life.” You answered easily, your smile finally real as you spoke passionately about your beliefs on the subject. 
“So, you believe that the Sergeant shouldn’t be treated like a terrorist and a killer despite his wrongdoings?” The interviewer sassed back making your face drop instantly.  
“I’m sorry…so if Miss Wanda Maximoff came in here and made you kill everyone in this room…would you think it fair to get charged for the murders?” You asked causing her to splutter.  
“I think this interview is over and I don’t think I will be taking any more interviews from this station. Oh, one more thing…” You started before staring into the camera. 
“Sergeant Barnes, if you are watching this, thank you for your service.” You spoke sweetly into the camera making everyone chuckle under their breaths before you took your exit out of the studio, your manager following you with a panicked expression.  
As you stepped outside of the building, your manager tried to keep the paparazzi away but pictures were still being taken and their questions were relentless, so you decided to answer some of their inquiries. Holding your hand up they easily quietened down but continued to take pictures. 
“Miss Y/L/N, is it true that your favourite avenger is Mr Barnes or was it a publicity stunt?” You shot the person a glare before crossing your arms.  
“No, I truly admire Mr Barnes.” You answered with gritted teeth. 
“Do you know Mr Barnes personally?” Someone asked in the back. 
“No, but I would absolutely love to meet him one day.” You replied with a happy nod and as you did your manager started tugging on your jacket with wide eyes.  
As her words flowed into your ear your jaw hit the floor and everyone started screaming questions again, but you couldn’t breathe, everything you had just said was being watched live from a few News stations and Captain America had seen it all. 
“That’s the end of the questions today, thank you so much for your patience’s and thank you to my fans who never stop giving.” You muttered robotically as your manager dragged you away from the crowd straight into a black car that was waiting next to the pavement. 
As the car drove, you stared at the floor wishing you knew how this had happened but you knew how… you were the only person to ever speak up about the hardships and horrors Mr Barnes must’ve been through… however you never expected to get so much from it, you had just wanted to share your opinion.  
“We’re here, Miss Y/L/N.” The driver stated as you stared up at the Stark tower with wide eyes.  
Everything from the entrance to the top floor was a blur, your mind couldn’t function knowing you were about to meet an Avenger. As you entered the room you saw three faces that looked familiar and four that didn’t, but you held your head high hoping your nerves weren’t obvious.  
“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for meeting with us on such short notice.” The most famous man in America spoke, making your eyes widen comically.  
“Well, when Captain America asks to meet you…you can hardly say no, Sir.” You chuckled nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear before straightening out your dress. 
“Please call me Steve. I asked to meet you to thank you for what you said about Bucky in your interview today. You’re the first person I have seen speak about him with such admiration.” Steve stated happily, his smile lighting up the room in a way no one else probably could.  
“It was only the truth, S-Steve.” You stuttered shyly your cheeks flushing as you noticed Tony Stark rolling his eyes which made your eyes narrow. 
“I’m sorry, do excuse me but is there an issue, Mr Stark?” You huffed with much more attitude than you probably should’ve been aiming at him. 
“I just think your ‘opinion’ is wrong.” He stated with an arrogant smirk.  
“And I think you married way out of your league and personally think you have a narcissistic personality, but I kept that part to myself when I spoke of the avengers. No offence to your genius and well achieved wife.” You stated as you gave Pepper a nod of apologies.  
“None taken, Miss Y/L/N. However, I believe your admiration for Mr Barnes is actually a good thing…he doesn’t get a lot of good publicity and I think you are good for his PR.” Pepper stated making you nod in agreement.  
“The Sergeant hasn’t seen that interview, has he?” You asked your face turning bright red as you assessed the room full of people. 
“Actually, he’s being shown it as we speak…he should be done in about… oh here he is now.” Steve stated as the man you’d defended walked through the door. 
“Oh, for the love of Thor.” You whispered in embarrassment, your hand covering your face as you shot your manager a panicked look.  
“Bucky, this is Y/N  Y/L/N from the interview… she’s a big fan.” Steve teased, his smirk not going unnoticed by you.  
“I must say, Captain, you are much more of an asshole than I thought… and your arms are way bigger than they look on pictures…” You rambled clearly your filter had completely vanished.  
“I am so sorry… when I get nervous, I tend to lose my mouth filter just tell me to shut up…Okay…big fan Sergeant.” You added with a bright red face as you turn towards Bucky and held your hand out for him to shake.  
“Thanks… Why am I here, Steve?” He huffed with a very uncomfortable half smile as he shook your hand awkwardly.  
“I think you and Y/N should spend some time together in public places…I think it would boost your PR and also make you less antisocial.” Steve snorted making Bucky glare at his longtime friend.  
“I am not antisocial, I just don’t like most people, and everything is different… even dating is done on the internet now, it’s stupid.” Bucky rolled his eyes before looking at you with a more focused gaze.  
“I appreciate your words, Doll, but I’m not about to force you to spend time with me because you don’t hate me like the rest of America.” Bucky spoke to you, and you shook your head. 
“I’m actually a big fan genuinely… I think you’re amazing also I agree, online dating is stupid.” You stated his words had made you smile in a way you hadn’t in a while.  
“You’re an interesting woman, I’ll give you that, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckled sending you a panty melting smile that made you literally clutch your metaphorical pearls.  
“Bucky used to be quite the ladies' man, back in the day.” Steve snorted suddenly making your eyes shoot towards him. 
“I was, until this asshole grew muscles, and no woman would pick me over him.” Bucky huffed playfully with an eye roll.  
“No offence, Captain, but I think I’d choose the Sergeant…” You whispered to Steve earning a smile from him. 
“I can hear you, Doll.” Bucky whispered teasingly causing your face to flush.  
“Well… moving on. I would be happy to spend some time with you, if you wouldn’t mind of course. It would be great to get to know you.” You mumbled in embarrassment your cheeks turning bright pink.  
“I guess. What could go wrong?”  
Everyone’s famous last words. 
RENOWNED SCI-FI AUTHOR DATING THE WINTER SOLDIER! 
Those words were sprawled across the front page of the New York Times.  It wasn’t that people were assuming you’d date Mr Barnes, but more that you’re embarrassed for Mr Barnes because anyone is crazy if they think that man would want to date a silly Sci-Fi author.  
“I really hope he doesn’t think I had anything to do with this.” You muttered to your manager, as you rode the elevator up to the Stark PR Office. 
“In what world would you want to date a 100 year old man?” She chuckled making you shoot a glare straight at her.  
“In every world wouldn’t I date Mr Barnes. He’s charming, handsome and a gentleman.” You snapped back at your manager, making her look down in shame. 
You slapped down the paper as you threw your head back in frustration. You had only been on a few outings with Mr Barnes but somehow the sleaze bag journalists deemed that enough to assume you were dating. Your work phone had been ringing none stop all morning with people asking for quote on your supposed new relationship. 
You had finally turned your phone off after sending a text to Steve with your personal phone number. The calls were getting too much, and your head was pounding. Your personal phone started ringing so you hurried to answer the call. 
“Doll?” The sergeants voice rang out over the speaker making you jolt up straight as you took speaker mode off and pressed the phone to your ear. 
“Hi, Mr Barnes.” You muttered sweetly, making him groan. 
“I told you to call me Bucky, Doll.” He chuckled making you flush bright red. 
“I’m so sorry about the paper, Bucky.” You sighed softly making your manager roll her eyes. 
“It’s hardly your fault, sweetheart. It doesn’t bother me let them assume whatever they want. I hope it doesn’t bother you.” He chuckled darkly making you frown. 
“It doesn’t. I was more worried you’d be bothered, kind of puts a damper on your single status.” You giggled making him laugh. 
“Hey there are worse things. Steve says it’s good PR.” He mumbles causing you to nod only to realise he couldn’t see you. 
“I’m popping to the farmers market later would you like to come? Maybe we could go for lunch after?” You asked quietly hoping he would say yes. 
“You sure? People might think we’re married next.” He teased making you giggle. 
“There are worse things.” You sassed his own words back at him causing another chuckle from the older man. 
“Okay, I’ll pick you soon. You okay with bikes?” He asked softly making your heart flutter. 
“Hell yes!” You exclaimed happily as you hung up and sent a text with your address. 
You quickly ran to get dressed. Sliding on a pair of black skintight cargo pants, khaki green long sleeved cropped Henley with your black leather lace up heels and your teddy bear fur collared leather jacket. 
Your hair was curled loosely, your makeup was simple with a glowing base. You deemed the outfit acceptable for the market and a bike ride. 
You gave yourself a nod in the mirror, just as you received a text from Bucky telling you he was here. You bid your manager goodbye, telling her to lock up when she left, before running out the house with a smile. You spotted Bucky immediately stood next to his bike with a very serious scowl on his face.  
When he spotted you, his scowl was replaced by a grin as he took you in, his eyes scanning you up and down. You flushed softly as his arm brushed you when you were close enough.  
“You look beautiful.” He stated awkwardly as he hopped on his bike passing you a helmet which you glared at him for since he didn’t look like he was about to put one on. 
“Thank you. Though these are my casual clothes.” You giggled before putting on the helmet. 
He held out his hand helping you onto the bike behind him. You were unsure of where to put your hands, so you just gripped onto the back of his leather jacket, however he seemed unsatisfied with that, so he grabbed your hands and looped them around his waist. You linked your fingers together tightly trying not to let your mind stray to how solid his abdomen was. 
He soon sped off causing your heart to pound in your chest. You loved bikes but you were always too scared to get your own so you enjoyed it while you could. He sped around cars carefully until finally, much to your dismay, you arrived at the farmer's market. 
He helped you off the parked bike before hopping off himself. He looked around noticing a few stares causing you to glare at some of them. You ignored them as you looped your arm with his metal one which appeared to shock him as he immediately tensed up. 
He gradually relaxed, sending you a grateful smile as he patted your hand that was gripping his bicep with his human one. You both began strolling through the market until you spotted a stall with fresh fruit. You tugged him towards the stall with a soft giggle as he rolled his eyes.  
“What’s your favourite?” You asked as you scanned the contents of the stall. 
“Plums, I guess.” He grumbled in his usual grumpy tone. 
“Is being out with me that bad?” You asked with a sad frown as you began letting go of his arm.  
His eyes widened as his hand shot out to keep your arm around his bicep. He shook his head silently before pulling you closer.  
“I can hear them talking.” He explains and suddenly you felt awful for forgetting he could hear better than you.  
“Ignore them. Let’s get some plums and, Hmm how about strawberry and cherries?” You muttered casually as you pulled him towards the strawberries.  
“Whatever you want, Doll.” He chuckled softly as he allowed you to tug him along. 
You finally let go so you could go pay but Bucky beat you to it paying for everything in the bag as you stood off to one side with a pout on your face. Once he’s done paying, he turned around to face you but suddenly his eyes flicked behind you widening. 
Before you knew what was happening Bucky grabbed you by the waist and spun you to the other side of himself just in time to see a guy on a moped speed past Bucky. He’s just saved your life your eyes brimmed with tears from the shock but as Bucky saw this, he must’ve thought he’d hurt you because he instantly pulled away. 
“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Doll.” He whispered; guilt evident in his voice. 
“No, you didn’t. You saved my life.” You sniffled with a pout as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. 
“Are you okay?” He asked gently as a few people were watching the both of you. 
“Mhmm, thank you, Bucky.” You whispered against his solid chest. 
“Come on, let go get some lunch.” He muttered into your hair before pulling away. Though he kept his arm around your shoulder as you kept yours around his waist.  
You strolled down the sidewalk before leading Bucky into a little café that you enjoyed. You spent a lot of time writing in this café so sometimes fans would find you here, but you ignored the stares as you made your way to the checkout. You ordered your usual as Bucky read over the drink and food options, in the end he ordered the same as you before you both found a little table just outside the café.  
“So, your book must be quite popular?” He asked softly making you smile proudly. 
“Yeah, I just published my second one in the series.” You replied happily. 
Just as he was about to reply a young girl came up to the table holding a copy of your book which made you smile widely. She seemed a little scared to talk so you helped her by starting the conversation. 
“How are you liking the second one?” You asked softly with a bright smile still on your face. 
“Hi, I’m Veronica, It’s amazing! I’m such a big fan I used to read your work on Wattpad before you published. You’re so talented.” She rambled excitedly her enthusiasm making you chuckle. 
“Oh, thank you, that’s so sweet.” You laughed happily as Bucky watched the exchange quietly. 
“Is it true that you two are dating?” She suddenly asked making you glance at Bucky who seemed to stiffen in his seat. 
“Sorry, that was really inappropriate. Well either way your true fans are totally routing for you! It’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.” She suddenly said before you could answer. 
“It’s nice to meet you too.” Bucky replied politely with a small nod. 
“Can I get a picture with both of you?” She asked rather shyly. 
You glanced at Bucky who gave you a nod before you looked towards Veronica and gave her an affirmative nod. You both stood up one on either side of her before she pulled out her camera. Bucky had a straight face as she aimed the front camera upwards. 
“Smile, Bucky.” You snorted as you nudged his metal arm. 
“Sorry, Doll.” Bucky huffed with a playful eye roll which made Veronica laugh. 
She took her picture and thanked you both before running off back to her table where her friends were waiting. You glanced at Bucky who seemed awkward after the encounter, but you nudged him before you both took your seats. 
“You could’ve said we weren’t dating.” He said suddenly making you frown. 
“Would you prefer I told them that?” You asked seriously. 
“No, but you don’t have to let people think you’d date me just to spare me.” He sighed softly making you pout a little. 
“I would totally date you.” You blurted out making both yours and his eyes widen. You covered your face as it began heating up with a blush.   
“Hey, Doll?” Bucky whispered as he pried your hands away. “I’d totally date you too.” He teased making you hide behind your hands again. 
“I know you haven’t danced since the 40s, however there’s a really cool bar that plays stuff from 1930-1960s, if you’d like to go with me tonight?” You asked as you lowered your hands, once again not daring to look him in the eyes. 
“You asking me to go dancing with you, Doll?” He chuckled playfully as our food and drinks arrived. 
“Yes.” You giggled softly as you pulled out your phone and passed it to him once you’d found the video you wanted. It was a video of you dancing at the same bar with your grandad.  
“That’s my grandad, he taught me how to swing dance.” You chuckled as Bucky watched the video. 
“You look like you jumped right out of my era.” He laughed as he seemed to be enjoying the video. 
“What’s this song? It’s quite good.” He asked with a small smile on his face. 
“One of the greatest musicians of the 50s and 60s Elvis Presley. The song is Jailhouse Rock.” You replied casually as to not make him feel bad for not knowing. 
“I would love to go dancing with you. Although I don’t know how good I’ll be now.” He grumbled awkwardly as he seemed to shrink a little. 
“We’ll start slow and if you don’t wanna dance, that’s fine too.” You said trying to ease his tension. 
“Deal. Thank you, Doll.” He chuckled his mood lightening instantly. 
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You were wearing a taffeta midnight blue, a line dress that had a wrap style around the bust, paired with cream leather original Mary Jane heels. A cream lace snap handbag with pearl earrings for accessories.  
Your makeup was simple with a black wing and red lips, which you checked for the fifth time making your mother roll her eyes. You ignored it as you turned to your grandmother with a concerned frown. 
“Are you sure I can borrow great nana’s stuff?” You asked your grandmother for the third time. 
“Honey, I’m hardly going to wear that stuff now. Plus, with that hunk of a man as your date, who would say no.” She whispered making you laugh at her words.  
“Hey, that’s my hunk, even if he is older than you.” You laughed making her join you as your mother just shook her head at your antics. 
Just then there was a knock on your front door making you freeze as you look at your grandmother who seemed to be contemplating running for the door. Your shot her a glare before making a break for it, you ran rather fast for someone in heels, but you hurried to grab your bag and keys before bolting out of the apartment. 
“Woah! You okay there, Doll?” Bucky laughed as you ran right into him. 
“My mom and Nana are in there.” You whispered shyly making his eyes widen. 
“My nana brought round my great nana’s dress.” You added as he finally took in your outfit as he stepped back. 
“Wow.” He whispered under his breath before clearing his throat and standing up straight as you took in his appearance.  
He was wearing a black double-breasted suit with a white shirt and black satin tie. He had black shiny shoes too match his hair has been cut too which made you both sad and excited all at the same time. You’d miss his long hair, but you couldn’t argue he looked hotter than hell with short hair.  
“Fucking hell.” You whisper under your breath as you tried to stop your heart from beating out of your chest. 
“My sentiments exactly.” Bucky chuckled as he scanned you up and down once again. 
“I keep forgetting you can hear better than me.” You laughed awkwardly as you held your small bag tightly in your hands. 
“It’s fine. Come on, I borrowed Steve’s car so you wouldn’t have to ride the bike in a dress.” He stated as he held his left arm out for you. 
You were happy he finally warmed up to touching you with his metal arm, usually he tried to use his right arm whenever he touched you. Unless you made the first move.  
You drove to the bar in silence as Bucky drummed away on the steering wheel as if trying to bat away whatever anxiety was eating away at him. You reached over to grasp his hand in yours, giving him a soft smile, silently telling him you were here. 
“We can turn around, Buck.” You whispered gently, your face softening. 
“No. No, I can do this.” He replied just as softly. 
He released your hand before opening the driver's side door and stepping out. He ran around to the passenger door to open it for you, holding out his hand for you, his leather gloves still on much to your disappointment. You took his hand with a vibrant grin taking over your face. 
As you walked inside Bucky must’ve been expecting to be stared at again because he kept his head down and his other hand in his pocket. However, when you nudged him, he finally looked up only for his eyes to widen as he looked around.  
“Is that my face?” He asked as his jaw hit the floor. 
“Yeah, the walls are covered with historical war figures. The owner, Sal, has had that picture up here since the world found out, said and I quote ‘These government bastards take everything and give nothing.’” You chuckled as he glanced up to find everyone staring, not in malice but in respect.  
Once everyone had given a nod of respect, they went back to their nights. You pulled Bucky to the bar as he seemed to relax a lot more now. He was glancing around in awe of everything, what you didn’t realise was that for Bucky, you’d just given him a second to remember who he used to be. 
“You’re amazing.” He suddenly blurted out making you jump a little. 
“I think the same thing about you, Sergeant.” You giggled as you order a whiskey and a martini. 
You sat chatting over two drinks before jailhouse rock came on and Bucky stood from his seat, holding out his hand silently and you took it happily. 
He spun around as you reached to dance floor before his feet started moving subtly at first until he finally gave into it and letting his muscle memory from the 40s take him back. You were both so in sync with each other even when he did the first lift, thank you God you’d worn the booty shorts underneath. You were having so much fun that 4 songs went by before finally you both decided to get a drink. 
“I’ve not danced like this since 1942.” He pants a little making you chuckle as you sipped a coke. 
“You dance very well, Sergeant Barnes.” You flirted, batting your lashes at him. 
“As do you, Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky chuckled equally as flirty. 
You chatted for the rest of the night until it got to 2am when Sal finally announced he was closing. You and Bucky said goodnight to those who were leaving too, before making your way to the car. You didn’t want the night to end but you had to sleep eventually.  
You held Bucky’s hand all the way home, occasionally smiling over at the older man who would smirk but never take his eyes off the road. You hadn’t ever felt this connected to someone before, it felt like how they described love in books. 
You both walked up the stairs your arms wrapped around his bicep enjoying the feeling as he remained rather silent. You leaned your head against his bicep as you arrived at your front door. 
“I had so much fun tonight.” You whispered shyly making him glance down at you with a pleased smile on his face. 
“Me too.” He responded quietly; his eyes full of adoration. 
“I would very much like to do this again.” You stated calmly as you pulled away, your back now facing your front door. 
“That can be arranged.” He chuckled as he stepped a little closer causing you back to press against the door. 
You stared into each other’s eyes longingly as your heart began racing against your chest. You never wanted to kiss someone as badly as you did at that moment. His eyes were slightly dazed as they drifted to your lips, until finally he granted your silent wish. 
His surprisingly soft lips were on your red ones. Thank God you’d worn your good lipstick. His hand came up so carefully to touch your cheek as he urged you closer. It was then that you had realised he didn’t have gloves on, and it was his metal hand on your face.  
You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold metal on your bare skin. He must’ve thought something different because he pulled back looking guilty about something, which confused you until he tried putting his gloves back on. You instantly snatched the leather out of his hands before grabbing his metal hand and being back to your face.  
“I made that noise because I wasn’t expecting it and I definitely wasn’t expecting how turned on I got from your metal hand touching me.” You chuckled awkwardly making his eyes widen a little before he was suddenly on you again. His lips kissing you with much more passion and less innocence than the first one.  
He backed you up until finally your back hit the door and your hands flew around his neck, pulling him closer - if it was even possible. His flesh hand was on the door at the side of your head, whilst his metal one was cupping your cheek.  
You both got lost in the kiss for a few more minutes until you were out of breath. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as his metal thumb brushed across your bottom lip.  
“God, you’re making it really hard to be gentleman right now.” He whispered against you lips like he was trying to do anything to distract himself. 
“You're not using me for a lay, are you?” You asked softly making his face sober up instantly. 
“No, I would never do that to you, Doll.” He replied seriously making you grin from ear to ear. 
“Then this is the 21st century, Buck, women can do what they want. So, Sergeant…would you like to come in for some coffee?” You asked in a sultry voice that instantly brought back that same dazed look. 
“I don’t know what kind of idiot would say no to you.” He chuckled huskily as he placed open mouthed kiss on your lips before pulling back completely. 
You took that opportunity to spin around and unlock your door silently. When you got inside the apartment Bucky trudged behind you slowly, as if waiting for you to change your mind. You weren’t going to, granted you wouldn’t usually bring a first date home, but it wasn’t like Bucky was a stranger. You had been friends for a few weeks, coffee dates and lunch plans even a movie at one point, so you had no regrets inviting this sweet man in.  
He rarely allowed you to pay for anything, always held the door open for you, always helped you up and downstairs like you were a lady. You were a woman sure but a ‘lady’ you weren’t graceful or polite enough to be one. But that didn’t matter to Bucky because he always treated you like one. Yes, it’s slightly outdated but he also respects your opinions and values them. He really listens when you talk even about things he doesn’t understand.  
“Would you like me to make the coffee while you sit down. Dancing in heels can’t be kind to your feet?” He asks gently leaving you smiling like an idiot. 
“Coffee is for the morning, Sergent.” You whispered seductively as you grabbed his metal hand and started pulling him towards the bedroom. 
“You are a minx.” Bucky chuckled as he followed you until you came to your bedroom. 
“I-I haven’t…” he started but strayed from his own words as he contemplated how to say it. 
“You haven’t had sex in a while?” You finished for him making his eyes lower to the ground. 
“We can wait, if you want?” You asked softly as you cupped both his cheeks making him look at you. 
“No, it’s not that, I just don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled shyly making your heart literally stutter in your chest. 
“You could never disappoint me unless you ever forced yourself to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” You whispered soothingly making a smile tug at his lips. You stepped back and confidently undid you dress before letting it fall to the floor leaving you in underwear and boots shorts.  
“You’re one of a kind, Y/N Y/L/N.” He whispers against your lips before you began helping him remove his jacket and tie. 
“So are you. You quite literally just turned me on saying my name.” You teased, your tone flirty as your hands tugged at the short hairs at the back of his head, sliding them down until you were at the buttons of his shirt. You began undoing each button until he finally shed the damn thing. 
“Well, I do apologise, Miss Y/L/N, let me rectify that.” He replied playfully as he grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around him. He then carried you over to the bed with ease as his hand gripped at your thighs. 
He lowered you down so gently you wished he’d be rougher, but you knew he’d have to work up to that, just like with his metal arm. You stared into his eyes before running your hand over his chest and all the way to his metal arm. He stiffened for a second before smirking at you. 
“You appear to have some sort of fetish for my arm, Doll.” He whispered  
“It’s called a kink and 100%.” You giggled making him roll his eyes.  
“You strike me as a woman who likes romance and gentle acts, but I have a feeling I’m wrong.” He chuckled making you smirk. 
“Oh yeah, I love romance too but without sounding too crude, Sergeant, I’d rather you fuck me like an unhinged animal.” You stated confidently making his eyes widen. 
“Fuck…can’t say shit like that, baby.” He groaned as he buried his head in your bare collar bone. The new nickname had your heart practically out of your chest as you let out a little whimper. 
“Fuck me, Sergeant.” You whimpered a hint of desperation in your voice as you clutched at both of his biceps. 
“Need to do something first.” He growled as he started down the bed and before you could ask, your panties and shorts were off, and Bucky was on you. 
His lips leaving kisses and nibbles wherever he went. You had no doubt the inside of your thighs would be covered in love bites by the end, but you didn’t care. When he licked a stripe up the top of your inner thigh a breath away from you heat, your back arched off the bed as your hands gripped at the sheets. 
“You don’t have to, Buck.” You whispered sweetly despite that being the opposite of what you actually wanted. 
“Oh, I know but I’ve been thinking about doing this all week, baby. Need to taste you.” He said his tone pleading, before finally his lips were on your clit dropping a small kiss there. 
His tongue licked up your slit with the happiest groan you’d ever heard before. His tongue began drawing small shapes on the tiny bundle of nerves. You bit you lip to contain the noises that were coming out your mouth, but when Bucky saw this his flesh hand came down on the outside of your thigh. The sensation had you gripping his hair with both of your hands. 
“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your heat before his tongue was back on you.  
His flesh fingers came down to join as he slid two inside you at an agonisingly slow pace. You half wished he’d use his metal hand, but you were sure if that would be as fun as it sounded in your head. He immediately curled his fingers upwards making you practically see stars. 
“Oh, fuck yes, Buck.” You moaned as he sucked lightly on your bundle of nerves. 
“God, you taste like heaven.” Bucky groaned as he starts lapping away at you like a mad man. You screamed out unable to hold it back anymore as you began practically humping his face. 
His metal hand gripped your thigh and suddenly you felt yourself building up to that high. He slid the warmed metal up your torso up to your bra before he ripped it off, the two cups no longer sewn together. You couldn’t even be angry because it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. 
“So close…please, Bucky.” You moaned as your back once again arched off your bed.  
“I got you…cum for me, baby.” He muttered huskily, his breath fanning across your clit before he started his ministrations back up. 
His tongue felt so wet and soft it was making your head spin, how he was eating you like a man starved. It sounded dirty but the noise only served to drive you closer to the edge. He started thrusting his two fingers harshly into your g-spot making your eyes roll back into your skull. 
“B-Bucky.” You stuttered between moans as you finally fell over the edge. You thrust against his face riding out your high until it became too sensitive to do so. 
“Need you, Buck, p-please.” You whimpered as you began undoing his slacks.  
“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby.” He chuckled teasingly as he pulled himself up, wiping his stubble covered face as he smirked down at you. 
“If you want me to beg, Sergeant, I’ll beg.” You whispered in a sultry tone. 
“Please, Sergeant, need your cock…need it so bad please, sir.” You begged prettily, batting your eye relishes at him with a hint of faux innocence. 
“Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned as you pulled down his pants and threw them to one side with his boxers. 
You glanced down at his member it was thick. He was big too, but his thickness was beyond anything’s you’d had before. God that was gonna fill you up. You bit your lower lip as you tried to not moan just from the sight of his painfully hard member. 
His metal fingers wound around your neck softly not wanting to hurt you but just the feeling of the fast-cooling metal had your head spinning. You leaned into his touch making his eyes darken as he squeezed once before going back to resting it there. 
“Not gonna last long, baby.” He whispered as he lined his member up with your entrance.  
“Don’t care just need to feel you. Can cum inside - on contraception.” You stated desperately, the words seemed to make him beyond enthusiastic. 
He slid inside you, stretching you a little leaving a slight burn in its wake but you relished in it. You’d never felt so full, it was bliss. Your arms around him, dragging your nails down his back with enough force he groaned into your ear. 
“You feel so good.” He moaned deeply into your neck as he left a small bite there. 
“Fuck me, Bucky.” You pleaded as you left small kisses trailing down his face until you finally got to his lips, bringing him in for a heated kiss. 
He began thrusting in and out of your heat, grunting and groaning into your mouth as you battled for dominance. You knew you’d hand it over in an instant but the little battle you were having was spurring him to go faster and deeper. 
His metal hand was still on your throat as he completely took over your every sense. You could feel yourself building again, you’d never came from penetration before, but you felt so good right now. You whimpered into the kiss before pulling away to look into his eyes. 
“Bucky.” You moaned quietly as his thrusting became stuttered. You began thrusting your hips inwards as you felt you peak nearing once again. 
“Cum with me, Y/N.” He groaned as he stared into your eyes. 
With a few more well times thrusts from both parties, you both came together, clinging to one another as you both rode out your orgasms. Bucky finally stilled as he stared down at you with a new emotion that you hadn’t ever seen in his face, but you decided at that moment it was the prettiest face you’d ever seen. 
“You’re going to steal my heart, Sergeant Barnes.” You whispered breathlessly against his lips as your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes. 
“I’ll keep it safe.” He replied sweetly as he seemed to catch his breath back. 
Bucky tried to clean you but you stated you’d need to pee anyway, so you didn’t get a UTI which he understood. He slid his boxers on after giving himself a wipe as you finally finished and ran back to bed in his white shirt that had been discarded on the floor. 
“You look tiny in my clothes.” He chuckled as he pulled you into his arms the second you were on the bed. 
You let out a giggle as you snuggled into his chest happily. This was more than you could ever ask for, this man had worked his way into your thoughts and life like he was always supposed to be there. And you didn’t have a single complaint. 
“Night, Buck.” You whispered as he pulled the covers over both of you. 
“Night, Doll.” He replied softly as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 
********* 
It was sometime in the early morning when the sound of broken whimpers dragged you from your slumber. You sat up, grogginess still resonating as you glanced down at Bucky was gripping the sheets in a deadly grip. You immediately knew what this was. Your father had PTSD after 10 years of serving his country and you knew what a night terror looked like.  
You knew you shouldn’t wake him because he could get violent especially if you touched him. So, you decided to get up and make coffee. It was 6am which was an acceptable time, so you got out of bed despite wanting desperately to wake him up. 
You walked to the kitchen and began preparing the coffee machine. Once everything was prepped you started the machine and made you way to the bedroom with no intention of being quiet. You dug around your closet for a pair of joggers that used to be your brothers that you figured would fit before turning around. 
“Babe!” You shouted towards the bed but there was no change. 
You glanced down at his face that was still scrunched in a pained face and you decided you didn’t care if he hurt you, you couldn’t leave him like that.  
You decided a gentle approach might work so you slipped into bed and began kissing his naked chest. It was around the time you pressed one just under his ear his whimpers of pain turned into needy groans.  
“Doll?” He groaned as you nibbled in ear lobe before pulling away. 
“Morning, Buck, coffees on.” You giggled as he arms wrapped around you. 
“It’s still early baby what are you doing up?” He asked softly since you’d only had 3 hours of sleep.  
“You we’re having a night terror, but I knew I shouldn’t wake you cos obviously it’s dangerous but you wouldn’t wake up even when I stomped around the house like an elephant. So, I kissed you awake.” You replied gently hoping not to make him feel bad. 
“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He muttered as he sat up, staring at bed with a scowl on his face. 
“My dad served for 10 years. He finally retired when I was in high school…but he still has some night terrors even now.” You supplied before taking his metal hand in yours. 
“It’s normal to have them when you were forced to do things you didn’t want to do, Buck. I don’t mind I just hate that you have to suffer through them.” You whispered sadly as you climbed into his quilt covered lap. 
“You’re too sweet to me Doll.” He muttered shyly into your chest; his head buried completely in your breast.  
You ran your fingers through his short hair making him sigh happily as his waist wrapped around you tightly. He eventually pulled away his eyes boring into yours as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 
“How did I get so lucky?” He chuckled as you preened from the compliment. 
“It’s not luck. I think I was made for you.” You whispered jokingly making him roll his eyes. 
“Mmm, that would make sense.” He laughed as you climbed off his lap. 
“I found you some of my brother's joggers for you.” You stated as you passed him the joggers. 
“Thank you, Doll. I’m surprised you don’t want me gone yet. We practically spent a full 24 hours together.” He laughed as he stepped out the bed and slid into the comfy pants. 
“You’re very goo-” 
Suddenly your phone was blowing up with notifications from messages and Google alerts that told you when something was published about you. You glanced down at the newest article but this one actually brought a smile to your face.  
“What’s going on?” He asked cautiously as he glanced over your shoulder. 
‘Secretly sweeter than Cap?’ Was the caption written across the New York Times digital paper today.  
‘It appears our most hated avenger may be our new favourite. James was seen with our favourite sci-fi author at the market yesterday morning buying fruit when a bike almost ran her over and according to my sources was quickly spun out of harms way by the Sergeant himself. (How very rom-com of you, Mr Barnes.) Later that morning the couple was spotted talking to a fan of Y/N’s and even taking pictures with her. (Picture below.) 
Now as I was editing this article it came to my attention that they were also found to have gone dancing later that day which was apparently filmed by one of the Sergeants few fans. (Link below)  
This may be our new favourite couple. We wish you the best Ship/Name!’ 
You couldn’t believe it finally people were warming to him, and you couldn’t be happier. You glanced at him to see his eyes widened but you could see a small smile forming on his lips. As he glanced at the pictures that had been taken of you both. 
“I like these pictures.” He stated seriously making you giggle. 
That’s when Bucky’s phone started going off. He quickly answered the phone before putting it on speaker as soon as he knew it was Steve. 
“You didn’t come home last night.” He said first making you giggle again which you tried to cover up with your hand. 
“On the first date, Bucky?” Steve whispered like it was beyond scandalous. 
“It’s the 21st century, Cap!” You huffed as you began walking to the kitchen, Bucky following you closely behind.  
“Yes, I’m aware. Times have changed.” He grumbled rather childishly. 
“Don’t be sad, Cap. You need to loosen up. Get laid.” You teased making Bucky laugh whole heartedly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 
“I’m done with this conversation. Have a good day we’ve got no work today so come back whenever.” He groaned with what you imagined was an eye roll. 
“Oh, I will definitely have a good day. Bye, Steve.” Bucky chuckled as he brought you in for a heated kiss. 
“Let’s get you fed and some coffee then we’re going back to your bedroom.” He growled playfully making you flush softly. 
“Yes, Sergeant.” You moaned against his lips before running to get coffee as Bucky started cooking. 
You could get used to this. 
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Back To You
Summary: You and Bucky broke up due to your family’s disapproval of your relationship. So you left and went to London to study. After finishing college, you, now a doctor, return to America and reunite with your best friends. You also reunite with Bucky, who is now a CEO, and the two of you agreed to be friends…but it seems impossible when the feelings you try to leave behind still come back to you. 
Pairings: CEO! Bucky Barnes x DOCTOR MALE! reader
FEM READERS DNI
You just finish doing your rounds in the hospital and Natasha goes to you, inviting you to have lunch with her, and you accept her invitation. The two of you grab your things before you leave the hospital.
“Oh, by the way, Tony called me earlier to tell me that we have dinner tomorrow,” she says as you two enter the restaurant. “But it will be in Bucky’s place.”
“Is there an occasion?” you ask.
“No. Tony just wants to have dinner tomorrow to have a little get-together since we haven’t done this lately,” she answers. “The last we had a get-together was the night you returned here.”
“Oh right,” you reply.
The two of you take your seats and order your food. As the waiter leaves your table, Natasha speaks again.
“So, how are you holding up for these past months?” she asks.
You shrug. “Well, to be honest, it's been a rollercoaster ride. Some days have been great and others not so much. But overall, I'm grateful for the good days. How about you? How are you and Steve?”
She smiles, biting her lower lip and blushing when you mention the redhead’s fiance’s name. You knew that she and Steve began dating in college during junior year, the two were so shy to approach each other, and Clint and Wanda needed to whack them on the head in 0rder to do it.
“Well, we’re doing really good. Our relationships going stronger and stronger,” she answers.
“That’s nice to hear,” you reply fondly.
Behind that smile, you also feel a small jealousy as you suddenly remember your past relationship with Bucky. You wish your relationship with him was like with Steve and Natasha, Tony and Pepper, and Clint and Laura. You wish your relationship with him was easy to accept from your families.
“I’m happy for you, Nat,” you say. “Like really.”
Seeing the real meaning of it behind your smile, she smiles sadly. “You know that you already have your freedom, Y/N,” she says and I easily understand what she’s referring to. “Your mother gave you that before she met her last breath.”
I frown. “I don’t know, Nat. I really broke him.”
“You didn’t have a choice, that’s why you did that,” she argues. “Now, you’re an adult, Y/N. You don’t need anyone who will judge or argue with you because of your choices, it’s your own choices now. You’re on your own. That same goes with Bucky, he’s on his own. He’s free now to choose his own choice.”
You frown, looking down at the table, you don’t know what to say. Silence comes between the two of you as Natasha watches you. You two didn’t speak for a moment as you busy yourself looking down at the table, while Natasha waits for you to speak.
“He loves you,” she says, breaking the silence between you, and you look up at her. “He still does. Even though he was waiting for nothing because he knew you wouldn’t return, he still loves you.”
Loves. Not loved.
“And when you returned here to America and agreed to be friends with him, he’s very happy because you didn’t forget about him or treat him as a stranger but a friend, who still loves the ugly and beautiful side of him. You two might have broken up but you two are still you. Bucky is still Bucky, and you are still you.”
Before you can reply or say anything to her, the waiter arrives with your orders, and after he serves your orders, he leaves the table.
“Can you tell me about what happened to Bucky after I left and went to London?” you ask.
She chuckles fondly. “Yeah, sure.”
You and Natasha eat your lunch while she tells you about Bucky since you refused to hear about Bucky when you were still studying in London to focus more on your studies. After all, it was your promise to each other before you went—achieve your dreams.
And you did.
~ ~ ~
At night, after coming home from the hospital, you take a bath, brush your teeth and wear a pair of pajamas and a T-shirt. But when you try to sleep, you can’t as you move and move until it irritates you as you hop off of the bed, running your fingers through your hair. You walk over to the window, looking at the night city outside. You can’t help but keep replaying Natasha’s words earlier.
She told you about what happened to Bucky after you left and went to London, and you can’t help but be proud of what he had done.
Flashbacks
“He was really broken. We didn’t see him for a while in school,” she said as she took a bite of her chicken.
While chewing your food, you listened to her intently.
“We even went to his house but he refused to speak to us or to see us. Even Steve, Bucky refused to talk to him,” she continues. “Then after four days, he finally went to school but he still didn’t talk to us and he even distanced himself from us. Until Steve had enough of it, so we confronted him, reminding him what you two promised to each other, and that he broke down in front of us.” She paused as she took a drink of her juice before she continued. “He broke down in front of us as he asked himself what was wrong with him that made your mother hate him so much and what was wrong with you that made his parents hate you so much.
“After we comforted him, we encouraged him to continue to achieve his goal because that was what you promised to each other. After that, he started to focus on his studies. It was rough at first but as the days went by, he managed to do it. He studied very hard, did all his school requirements, and passed all the exams.”
As you cut your beef with the knife, you look up at her again. “I thought he was studying law at that time because it was his parents’ choice.”
Natasha shook her head. “Since they disapproved of your relationship and you left, he became rebellious and chose the college course he really wanted. He became fair, actually. If his parents disapproved of his relationship with you, he then disapproved of the college course they wanted for him. When his parents learned that he didn’t take the law, they are forced to kick him out of the house and disowned him, and Bucky stayed with Steve during college.”
“What happened to him after college?” you asked as you took a bite of your beef.
“He proved to his parents that he would become a successful businessman. His aunt and uncle secretly helped him to start his business. At first, his aunt and uncle decided to loan Bucky a large amount of money but changed their mind and gave Bucky a very large amount of money to help him start. His business became very successful and he still paid back his aunt and uncle.”
“What happened to his parents after he established his business?”
“They moved to Philadelphia,”
You nodded as the two of you continued eating your lunch.
End of flashbacks
You have mixed reactions, and you’re not exactly sure what to say but you’re proud of him for what he accomplished. You’re proud of him because he didn’t let himself down or let the breakup bring him down. You’re proud of him because he still fought for the future he desired.
…And after all these years, despite how much you tried to let go of the feelings that you should leave behind…you still love him. How can you not be? He’s also the reason why you fought for the dreams you desired, and he’s the reason why you’re still fighting. You’re still fighting despite there are many times you tried to give up.
He loves you, Natasha’s words from earlier echo in your head. He still loves you after all these years.
You know that you already have your freedom, Y/N. You know that Natasha is right about that. Before you even came back here to America, you did already have your freedom after your mother gave you your deserved freedom before she died in a hospital bed. She made up to you before she died as she encouraged you to return and win back the person you never stop loving. You spent another two years in London after your mother passed away before you finally returned to America.
The next evening, you start getting ready as soon as you got home. Natasha and Steve both offer you a ride, which you gladly accepted it. You exit the bathroom to go to your walk-in closet. You grab a pair of dark jeans and a dark red polo shirt. You choose to dress simply since it’s not a big occasion. After you fix your hair, you wear your sneakers, and by that time, you receive a message from Natasha that they’re already waiting for him. You quickly grab your phone, keys, and wallet before you exit your apartment, locking the door, and exit the building to meet up with them.
The three of you arrive in Bucky’s penthouse. As the elevator door opens, a not so loud music welcomes you, and you can smell the foods whatever they’re preparing for.
“Bucky, Tony, we’re here!” Natasha calls out, intertwining her hand with Steve’s.
The three of you walk around the penthouse as if you own it. Tony, Clint, and Cody appear with cheerful smiles on their faces.
“Hey, glad you’re here now!” Clint greets them.
You hug each other and as you and Tony pull away from the hug, Bucky soon appears with a warm smile. His hair is still wet, he’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a gray sweater. You also see that he shaved. He looks incredibly young and handsome.
“Hey, glad you made it,” he greets as he hugs Steve and Natasha before finally looking at you. “Hi.”
You smile shyly as you blush. “Hi.”
You two then share a hug. As soon as you wrap your arms around him, you smell the perfume you always bought for him when you were still dating. You close your eyes as you two linger on and after a few moments, you pull away.
“I’m glad you came,” he says softly.
You shrug. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
The two of you share a smile once more before you all make your way to the dining area. You and Natasha go to the kitchen where Pepper and Wanda are helping each other prepare dinner. As they notice your presence, they look up and smile widely.
“Well, hello, there!” They greeted you with a hug when you two approach them.
“Hi,” you greet them as well with the same wide smile, hugging them back.
After you greet them, you help them bring the food to the dining area. Sam and Thor finally arrive as well. As it’s all set up, you gather around the table. You bravely take a seat beside Bucky, who is surprised as well. As you sit down beside him, you catch Natasha’s gaze, and she’s just smiling at you.
As you all eat, you talk, laugh, and tell some jokes and embarrassing stories while you enjoy dinner. You can’t deny to yourself how much you miss this around your best friends. While also enjoying dinner, you feel Bucky’s gaze on you every four minutes. Are you complaining? Not at all.
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When it’s almost midnight, they start getting ready to leave, retiring for the night. You’re not surprised that some of you get drunk. Clint and Natasha—oh these two. Tony gets drunk as well. As you’re ready to leave Bucky’s place, you suddenly need to use a restroom. You look at Steve, who has his arms around a drunk Natasha.
“I’m sorry but I’ll be quick, I just need to use a restroom,” you tell Steve. “You may wait for me in the parking lot.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you nod, assuring him. “Tell Bucky as well.”
With that, you make your way to the restroom quickly. After using the restroom, you wash your hands before you exit the restroom. Before you make your way to the elevator, you stop when something grabs your attention. You gaze at the room, which the door is slightly open—enough for you to see the inside of it.
You observe your surroundings and realize that Bucky is in the kitchen, probably cleaning the dishes, you swallow hard before you walk over to the room. You didn’t mean to intrude but there’s a part of you that want to see this room and look at it for yourself. You quietly push the door open, you enter and realize it’s his study room.
His study room is quite huge. High ceilings, the walls are painted a soothing shade of gray, the wide desk itself is made of sturdy wood–painted gray, behind his office desk are wide bookshelves, you remember how much he loves to read different genres of books, there’s also an electric fireplace nearby, two gray sofas with a table between, and lastly, a few pictures in frames and the others are in wall collage form.
Walking over to the pictures, you look at them and realize it’s his pictures from when he was still a baby and a boy, obviously, his parents took them. He also has a picture of himself wearing a graduation toga and hat, and you smile at that. You then move your gaze toward the wall collage. The pictures consist of your group of friends, you were still in that pictures, and all of you were still young. Until now all of you are still acting like kids, well sometimes, but Tony is the most who acts like one.
As you look at the other pictures, you then spot yourself in several pictures. You easily recognize the first picture, you were playing piano in Tony’s old house where all of you had a first sleepover. The second picture is of you passed out in a bathtub after you got drunk at Clint’s party. The third picture is of you and Bucky, gazes locked with each other while your pinky fingers were hooked to each other. The fourth picture is of you and Bucky kissing upside-down as Bucky was sitting in the grocery cart and you were behind. The fifth picture of you was sleeping naked with a blanket covering your ass as you laid on your stomach, and there was also a picture of Bucky sleeping naked as well, a blanket covering his bottom as well but still enough to see his cock under of it and his v-line since the blanket was thin.
You realize the pictures were mostly of you and you and Bucky together. You are struck by the realization that these pictures weren’t just of you, they were a reflection of how Bucky saw you. The way he captured your smile, the curve of your neck, the way your hair fell across your face - it is all so familiar. In these pictures, you can see how much you’ve grown and how much you’ve changed since you first met. The way his smile reached his eyes, the curve of his arm around my waist, the way he looked at you with such intensity - all of it captures the essence of our love.
You hear footsteps behind you, causing you to jump a little, you turn around and see Bucky walking in.
“I’m sorry, I just used a comfort room,” you apologize sincerely. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
He shakes his head. “You’re not.”
You look at him for a moment before you slowly nod and turn to look at the pictures again.
“You never throw them away,” you say. “The pictures of the two of us, I mean. You still have them even though we ended things between us.”
Bucky stands beside you, looking at the pictures as well. “Even though our relationship might be over, the memories captured in those pictures are a part of my past and a reminder of the love that once existed. So, throwing them away feels like erasing a part of myself. Those pictures are a testament to the happiness we shared and the moments we created together, and I just can't bring myself to let go of that history and those memories.”
Hearing those words, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and sadness. It's never easy to let go of a relationship and the memories that come with it, especially when they're captured in physical form. You can understand Bucky's hesitation to throw away those pictures - they represent a time in your life that was filled with love and happiness.
Before you can say anything else, your phone rings in your pocket, interrupting you and Bucky.
You fish out your phone and see Steve’s name on the caller ID. You swipe to answer.
Before he can talk, you interrupt him. “Steve, you may go now. I’ll just take a cab.”
“Is there something wrong?” he asks worriedly.
“Y-Yeah, kinda,” you answer hesitantly. “It’s hard to explain, but I’ll be fine. Just take Natasha home.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” you assure him. “Take care.”
“Take care,”
With that, you end the call, looking at the pictures again for a moment. There’s a silence between you for a moment before Bucky clears his throat.
“Why did you return?” Bucky asks plainly. There’s no venom in his voice, just out of curiosity.
“Will you believe me if I tell you?”
“I always believe in you,” he looks at you sincerely.
You swallow hard, facing him and meeting his dazzling eyes. “My mom…before my mom died, she made up to me. She fixed everything between us and she saw how life can be miserable without our freedom. Before she died in the hospital, we had our last conversation. She finally set me free as she encouraged me to go back and if there’s still to win, I will win it back. So, I did. I did return for…you.”
“So all of my waitings for you are worth it then,” he mumbles as he rubs his face with his hands but you still hear those words.
“You waited for me?” you ask despite you already knew that from Natasha.
He looks down at the floor before meeting your gaze—your (e/c) eyes. “Yeah, I still waited for you even though it’s impossible for you to return. Despite the pain eating my broken heart, I still faced everything without you. As I stand here, looking at the pictures and replaying our memories in my head, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. It's been years since we’ve spoken, but my heart still aches for you. Despite the pain and hurt we caused each other, I can't deny that I still love you.”
As he cries, you didn’t dare to stop yourself from stepping closer and wrapping your arms around him. You rub his back comfortingly, your tears start coming out as well, and you feel his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you back and pulling you closer despite there’s no space between you. At that moment, nothing else matters - it’s just the two of you, holding onto each other tightly. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and it’s like time has stopped. All the pain and hurt you caused each other seems to melt away, and you’re left with nothing but the love I have for him.
As you finally pull away, he can see the tears in your eyes so he reaches up to touch your soft cheeks and wipe the tears away with his thumb. You lean into his touch, cupping his cheeks and pressing your forehead against his.
“I…I still love you, James, I really do,” you confess as you cry. “I know we've been apart for so long, but I can’t shake this feeling—my heart still belongs to you. Even after everything that's happened, I still love you.”
As you finish those words, Bucky didn’t hesitate to put his lips against yours and kisses you with so much passion. You kiss him back and your lips sync. His kisses are still the same, and you miss this so much. No matter how you tried to let go of all of these feelings when you were still in London, his kisses will always remind you that you are only his. At that moment, everything else fades away, and all that matters is the two of you. The memories of the past and the hopes for the future come flooding back, and it's as if no time has passed at all. You remember why you fell in love with this person in the first place and all of the reasons why you’ve never been able to let go of these feelings.
The two of you pull away to catch your breaths and he presses his forehead against yours again.
“I would rather you hurt my feelings or break my heart than feel nothing at all,” he whispers softly.
“And if we return from the past, I would rather be your whore than be someone else’s lover,” you whisper back.
He smirks before kissing you again and this time it has lust in between your kisses. Bucky pulls away, causing you to groan, he takes your hand and together you make your way to his bedroom.
You kiss as you slowly remove all of your clothes, once your clothes are discarded on the floor, you didn’t waste time pulling Bucky down with you on the bed and his lips find your neck, kissing and sucking them at the same time.
As the two of you intertwine in a tender embrace, the world around you fades away. All that mattered is the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other, the rhythm of your breathing in sync as you move together in a dance of passion. Every touch is electric, every kiss a symphony of desire. You explore each other’s bodies with a sense of reverence as if each moment is a precious gift to cherish and savor.
As you surrender to the intensity of your love, time seems to stand still. There are no worries, no fears, no doubts—only the purest expression of your love for each other. At that moment, they are no longer two separate beings, but a single entity bound by the raw power of your passion. The two of you are lost in a sea of sensation, a world of your own making where only your love exists.
And as you reach the pinnacle of your pleasure, you know that this is just the beginning of a journey that will last a lifetime. You will continue to explore each other, learn each other's secrets, and grow and evolve together.
For in that moment, you have found a love that transcended all boundaries and limitations, a love that is pure and true and everlasting. And you know that no matter what the future holds, you will always have each other, and that is enough.
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randomshyperson · 2 months
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So I finally watched The Marvels.
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~SPOILERS AHEAD~
They missed the opportunity to actually say Wanda's name but it's totally fine 'cause this is not about her, but also, excuse me Miss Rambeau??? Monica is that powerful now and all because she visited Wanda's little Sims city a couple of times, like what? I love it. That old theory that Wanda was the one who gave Pietro's power is coming back stronger now
I strongly believe misogyny and racism are behind the flop of this movie, I had an amazing time watching it, whole thing was genuinely funny with relevant marvel lore and characters plots (the aliens are still fighting each other and blaming humans, but hey, colonialism and exploit of resources are the main reason we have to protect planets). Everyone loves when Peter Quill explores the galaxy but if three women do the same it's suddenly a problem.
A lot of people saying how tired they are of Marvel, were only tired of women doing the Marvel formula, don't believe those haters. Just like every other Marvel project, we have the hero journey and their blockbusters cliches, a lot of visual effects and jokes, LIKE EVERY OTHER MARVEL PROJECT, but sure, let's blame the girls for the failure. To me, it was really refreshing just to see women having fun and supporting each other and throwing little energy balls every now and then.
Also, the fact that Princess Carol is a fucking Star now? Pretty sure that got her killed in the What if series but good to know she's more powerful than that.
Kamala is the star of this movie, she's so funny and charming but also Monica and Carol angst got me crying and it was not enough!! I need more of their pain
I almost forgot, Miss Carol Danvers is all by herself in space just using a god damn TORTURE DEVICE to try to get her memories back, EXCUSE ME??? Someone gives this woman a hug, or idk, sent her to therapy with Bucky cause jesus Christ that's not healthy lady.
For the things I didn't like, the rhythm for sure. Such a quick movie, a lot of things happening, one minute I was crying the next I was giggling then crying again and then thinking about politics like slow down a little. I wanna digest the dialogues for a second.
THE SINGING PLANET I CANNOT-
Really funny movie, kamala's parents, the cats, everything was so easy going and cheerful even with the little angst moments, I had such a good time.
The best thing about this movie, as fanfic writer who gets truly frustrated with plot holes and stuff like that, it's that I will be able to watch it again. Movies from the first phases I used to love before I start writing, I can no longer enjoy the same 'cause I keep seeing how they don't make a fucking sense or have unbearable characters storylines and personality changes (yes I'm talking about Civil War and Age of Ultron or Ultimate, maybe STEVE ROGERS LEAVING BUCKY in a specific matter). This and also the fact they lack all kinds of minorities. Doctor Strange had like 2 women in the cast?? And don't even get me started on talking about what the sequel did to Wanda's character development.
The Marvels, Ragnarok, Black Widow, Captain Marvel, Captain America (1&2), Infinity War and Guardians of The Galaxy (all three), Black Panther (both), Ten Rings, Eternals, are still the only Marvel movies I actually enjoy rewatching, because they are projects that respect the characters established personalities and history and for origins ones like Eternals or Ten Rings, they are simply fun, what a crime for a movie to be just fun huh
All of the shows are worth rewatching (even Fury's one that I hated it), 'cause they were given time to develop into stuff and as a writer there's a lot for us to work it.
Btw, I'm not talking about Kate Bishop'cause I'm simply unable to process my happiness over seeing her again. I do think I might have a stroke once Yelena is back.
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anki-of-beleriand · 1 year
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A Heart Made of Glass ch.5
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Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.
Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision - (Past) Carol DanversxPowered!F!Reader
Warnings: Minors DNI, Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. Slow burn. Found family. Innocent crush. Mention of sleeping medication. Slighlty non-con for drug consumption? More tags as the story progess.
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret
You guys I love all your reactions at the story, I know thst America was difficult last chapter and Wanda well...It will take some time for R to forgive, if she forgives her. Anyway, thank you so much for all your comments, and for really supporting the story. I'm really happy your guys are liking it so far, please do not forget to comment and tell me what you think, I love reading all your comments and tags, and even reading anons, suggestions and requests!
As I told you before, this was divided in two parts, so this is the second part. Finally we have a new player and well...we will see how it goes. Wanda gets knock out, R is highly confused about everything, Yelena is Yelena and Natasha and America bond over gossip.
Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.
Prequel Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10
Chapter 5
The dream Pt. 2
It had been quite some time since the both of you had dared to train together. 
The weather and the terrain were not appropriate, but neither one of you were expected to go all out into the training session. Wanda wanted to show them, and herself, that she hadn't lost her physical condition and you were about ready to keep venting your frustrations while teaching America about her powers and how to start controlling them. The snow in this part of the yard was firm, almost slippery. Natasha and Yelena stood at a safe distance but America stood near you and Wanda.
The air around them was completely stuffy, the coldness of the morning did nothing to ease the uneasiness Wanda and even you were feeling at the moment. For a brief moment your eyes locked with those of Wanda and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was such a good idea. Your heart fluttered with longing; your lips pressed together while you tried to keep your mind clean of any give-away thought.
“When I first got my powers, I got lost.” You stated glancing at America. “I can travel through the shadows, any shadows, and this was quite surprising since I couldn’t control where I went or how far I would go.”
America was paying close attention to you while directing her eyes to you then back to Wanda. She said nothing, just observed you as you explain those very first days in which you lost control. The hardships of having a power that could be dangerous but a great asset. 
“At first it was scary; I was running from someone that wanted to hurt me when I fell right into the shadows and ended up at the other side of the world.” You offered a half smile, the memory still fresh in your mind. “I won’t go into many details, but all powers usually come forth when in great danger. Fear and anger are great motivators for them to reveal themselves but not to use them.”
America lowered her stare; she had always been capable of accessing her powers through these very emotions. There was not much she felt whenever she tried to get in touch with them. The trauma of having lost her mothers for that very same wave of fear, was something that always came right into her mind whenever she tried to get to them.
You stepped back flickering your fingers around you, the shadows projected by the morning light around you stirred lifting slightly covering your body in a light embrace.
"The shadows are part of me, so they protect me and the people I love." You continued with your eyes going completely black. “I discovered I could extend them as an invisible protection by tying my shadow to those of the people I loved. Hence the fact that I could extend that protection to you…”
You offered a bitter smile because you didn’t need to remind any of them how you discovered this particular part of your powers. You glanced at Wanda out of the corner of your eyes seeing as the young witch wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes on you. You nodded your head and soon the tendrils of black spread out with a define form engulfing America and then, as an afterthought, Natasha, Yelena and Wanda.
There was a moment of hesitation, Yelena opened her eyes wide not realizing what you just did until she noticed the threads going all the way to all the presents. America hesitated her eyes going from you then to Wanda then back to you.
“How can you maintain all of this? I mean, how can you use your powers so effortlessly?” America shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I thought you need to concentrate to do this…”
You chuckled shaking your head, “not really. You are a stranger, America. We’re still getting to know you, so I was being extra careful before allowing the protection you and Wanda were requesting.”
“So, I didn’t need to wake up everyday at like 5am to start the training?!” She exclaimed in disbelief, Yelena snorted with a half smirk and you returned the same smirk to the young woman.
“Not really, but look the bright side…”
“The bright side?!” America exclaimed again with indignation in her voice. “I have to wake up at 5am every day!”
“For a week, that’s nothing.” You waved away her comments chuckling slightly before approaching the young woman, your hand on her shoulder while you locked eyes with her. “And now, you are building a routine that won’t go away so easily as long as we keep it up. Your powers, America had made you a target, and you have fallen into my care which means, I will make sure you’re prepare for anything that may come your way, whether we are with you or not.”
America felt her face warm up at your words and the intensity of your stare, you winked at the young woman before stepping back. Before continuing with your explanation, this time around you approached Wanda though you made sure to look everywhere but at her.
"The truth is, America, I have to train myself physically and mentally.” You furrowed your brows and for the first time you glance at Wanda. “When you powers go out of control they can be dangerous. They can literally rip away everything you hold dear and it only takes a second. That’s why we’re always training and preparing ourselves.”
This time around you let your shadows covered America's feet, the young woman saw as the forms went up her legs making it impossible for her to move. You arched a brow before flickering your hand and leaving America out of your grasp. 
“It took me training, tampering with a part of me I was afraid of. I meditated and forced myself to use them until I was controlling them and not the other way around.” Here you remembered the very first time you tampered on the control you were craving. And as time passed, as you got to meet your friends, your family, Wanda. “But for me to get through that control, well I have to tamper an emotion that would bring it forth without any issue, in the end I find it, and that’s what allow me control."
There was a moment of silence in which America furrowed her brows thinking over your words and you couldn’t help but hold onto the memories that allowed you such a control. Wanda stirred then, she stepped forward and her eyes found those of yours before she started talking.
"You can’t let fear, anger or uncertainty to be the ones to call upon your powers or they would control you." Her voice was firm, and there was a tinge of memory in her words while she tried to continue with the explanation. “People gets hurt when you lose control, or you don’t know how to use your powers.”
Wanda spoke from experience, the incident in Lagos and some others before and afterwards had led to some events that almost destroyed the trust the world had in heroes. Wanda shifted lifting her hands while wisps of red appeared on her fingertips, her body trembled slightly and she was starting to feel the tiredness of the day get to her.
"I can tamper on my powers because I know they are there. It feels like a jolt of electricity that goes through my very core. It feels like a tug in you… like…”
"A poke in a sensible part of your being." You continued helping Wanda when she trailed off not knowing how to continue, your eyes crossed with those of Wanda and the young witch offered a coy smile before looking away.
You straightened up turning to America who was paying close attention to the both of you.
“You can sense there is something there that's only yours. And it weighs on your senses in a good way.” You then smiled the shadows expanding around your feet to the rest of the ground until they lapped at America’s feet.
By the way America was looking at the both of you, she was starting to notice this. Her hand in her chest, and her brows crunched up in concentration. You offered a half smile, your hand on her shoulder. 
"I want you to think of this but just try to see how it feels for you." 
Natasha and Yelena stirred noticing the small changes in your posture, Wanda had her eyes on you slightly distracted or perhaps just paying attention to what you were saying much like America was doing at the moment. 
“Using your powers should be second nature to you.” With this said your eyes went completely black and you turned around so fast America cringed jumping backwards. 
There was a wave of black rushing to Wanda, the young woman opened her eyes wide, lifting a single hand with a red layer that crashed right in with your shadows. Wanda scowled but was rather shaken when she noticed your smile. It wasn't an expression of malice or anything, you were just smiling, satisfied by her reaction as if you had been waiting for her to stop the attack the same way she had done so during your training sessions. 
“You see? Second nature, even if she was distracted.” You commented to America before turning completely to Wanda.
Wanda hesitated, but her lips tugged upwards. America stood there, her expression softening at the interaction. Her eyes soon went wide, and she could do nothing but try to follow what was happening before her eyes. Second nature, apparently, was trying to better the other just as the both of you engaged in a totally different version of physical training. 
America observed the flickering of the hands, the movements of the feet. It was quite evident that both of you had been doing this for quite some time, but you had been doing this every day while Wanda did it when it was necessary. 
You couldn't help the smile adorning your features. While training with Natasha and Yelena was good, training with someone with powers was a totally different sensation. Wanda had always been your favourite training partner; it had been a moment in which both of you were learning control and manipulate your powers and it was an exercise that brought you together in the first place. 
After everything that happened, it was difficult to find someone that could use powers such as those of yours or Wanda. But you did find opponents that could push you to be faster and better. Your last training partner had been Carol, and much like your training with Wanda, your training with Carol usually ended up with the both of you in bed or laughing while sharing a bonding moment. 
Natasha leaned forward, her eyes following the movements of Wanda analysing her every move. You and America had mentioned her lack of sleep and those sparse meals, America overall had been worried about the young witch that seemed to be in a deep emotional roller-coaster. By the way she was fighting, Natasha had to agree. She was waiting patiently, Wanda had not drunk the full bottle of water, but right now Natasha could see her faltering, being sloppy in some of her movements.
"Any second now she is going to get knocked out." Yelena huffed, crossing her arms. "Has she always been this bad of a fighter? Relaying on her magic?" 
"No, this is not her real potential." Natasha said seriously, Yelena was about to argue but kept her mouth shut. “She is just tired.”
Yelena huffed turning her attention back at you, the expression on your face never changed. There was the ghost of a smile on your face, your eyes completely black with the shadows stirring around you. You didn’t have to move closer to Wanda, your fingers flickered enough to push the other woman while dodging the attacks set by Wanda. 
The wind was cold, blewing sharp wisps of ice while your bodies heated up by the physical activity. Your body danced around effortlesly, every single attack was meant to push Wanda back and made her react instead of attack. For the brieftes moment, you were transported to those moments the both of you had shared during the training sessions back on the very first days as Avengers. Wanda had been more powerful, but you were more skilled than her.
Now, while forming shadowy figures around you and Wanda, travelling through your shadows to push the other woman even further into action, you realized just how out of shape she really was. You blocked a hit to your head, your lips curled into a single smirk while your feet slided propulsing your body to the side, your open palm hitting Wanda right on her back making her staggered forward.
"Even if your powers come forth, like second nature, it doesn't mean that you're ready to use them, or even that you know how to do so." Your voice broke the silence, Wanda was breathing hard furrowing her brows while turning sharply towards you.
There was not a single sound surroding the both of you, Wanda could hear the thoughts coming from Natasha, Yelena and America. The three of them had been analysing the fight in different ways though the conclusion was the same. Wanda was not prepared to face anyone, let alone an invisible enemy that could travel the multiverse.
When the young woman turned to face you, she was reminded of those old times in which the both of you would train together to hone up your abilities. Back then, and before the both of you got together, you had been happy with your cocky smile, and arrogant attitude pushing Wanda to the limit until you would end up on top of her laughing at her antics.
You are just to easy to tease, Little Witch.
Wanda hesitated at the memory, earning herself another well aimed attacked that threw her back a few feet and her knees buckled under her weight. Her body was aching with the physical effort, and your smile was that of a victorious fighter that had finally gotten the defeat they were looking for. You probably had.
With the cold sneaking inside her clothes, and her body screaming in exhaustion Wanda tried to stand up setting her green eyes on you. She couldn't be tired, for the first time in so long the both of you were having fun once more, and Wanda really..
She sighed clenching her eyes shut before opening them again. This time around you held her stare, and Wanda wished for nothing more than felt your warm embrace around her.
You stopped calling back the shadows surronding your feet, with your head cocked to the side you waited for the other woman to stand up your eyes completely glued to her. From where you were standing, it was quite evident you had the upper hand, Wanda trembled furrowing her brows. The tiredness of the last couple of days, along with the emotional effort she had been doing as of late was finally overwhelming her.
"I think..." You started speaking, but before you could say something else Wanda stood up with a smile, red eyes gleaming brightly and a ball of red hit you squared on your chest.
The violence of the hit made you flight to the other side falling heavely on your back. The snowed ground did nothing to ease the fall, you let out a hugged and a breathless moan with blurry images above her head. A sharp pain went through your back, your eyes opened wide in surprise at the attack, a part of you igniting into action ready to counterattack with all you had. 
"Are you okay?" The question was slurred, someone was leaning above you and you had to blink a couple of times before you could make the concerned face of Wanda. 
You frowned, kicking up so fast Wanda didn't have time to react and was staggering backwards.
"Never distract yourself in a fight, little witch." The nickname rolled down your lips effortlessly, and you hated how easy it was to fall down into the routine. 
Wanda held herself up, her lips tugging up at the way you were addressing her.
"You were the first one to get distracted." She replied with a hint of teasing in her tone. "Did you see something you like?" 
It was meant to be a banter, all Wanda wanted at the moment was a sense of familiarity. She wanted for the tension to diminish but never with the intention of hurting or bringing back old wounds. Her words however had the opposite reaction, your body tensed and your face hardened. In that moment everything came back, the betrayal, the video, Westview your dreams! Wanda had been playing with you for so long, that she had the nerve to come all the way to your home and…and shake your world! You stood up with anger, and hurt and disbelief at the game the both of you were playing at the moment.
You two weren’t friends.
Never would be.
"I would never make the same mistake twice, Wanda." You replied taking a fighting stance, the witch winced at your tone. "Now that I know the kind of bitch you are, I would never see something I like in you."
Your words pierced her deeply, her movements faltering for a moment just as your attacks became more vicious. You punched her backwards making her defend herself instead of trying a full out attack. 
America was about to intervene but at some point Yelena and Natasha had approached her, both of them putting a hand around her shoulders. 
"But they are…" 
Natasha scowled, shaking her head, "just watch."
Wanda clenched her fists tight, the red in her eyes intensified the same way you circled her with blackness following you close behind.
"There is nothing I can do or say for you to…" Wanda trailed off lifting her arm to block an attack to her face. 
You shook your head, eyes black just as shadows covered Wanda's arms pushing her backwards. The young witch lifted her red eyes with her fingers flickering and red wisps of magic covered your feet. You tried at the same time as Wanda fell backwards. 
"You have some nerve, Wanda." You stretched your right arm pushing Wanda down on the ground. "Coming here and what? You thought I would fall in your arms again or something?" 
Wanda stretched out her hands, her eyes gleaming dangerously trying to free herself from the black shadows covering her body. 
"I never thought…" She started with frustration lacing her words, this time around she was the one placing the attacks not leaving you an option but to defend yourself. 
"Of course, you did! That's what you do! Manipulate my dreams, my life so what? You get a good fuck out of me?" Your words hit her straight in the face, she opened her eyes at how you forgot this was a mere training session. Your figure fell down in blackness only to show behind her, the kick in her back made her scream falling on her face. 
You gasped feeling yourself being lifted in the air. Your smirk nasty, your black eyes making you look sinister even as you were covered in red magic. 
"Since toaster boy is no longer available you thought you come over to get a quick fuck." You replied tilting your head with your fingers wiggling slowly. "Got news for you, little witch, I don't work at different speeds like Vision's dick did, so you're wasting your time with me."
Wanda slammed her arms down; the air left your lungs as you hit the ground with force. Your eyes went white for a moment, the world spinning around when something lifted you again. You blinked away the dizziness, your eyes falling on the young woman in front of you. 
Time stood still, you set your eyes on her and the only thing you could see was how broken and lost she really was. She was exhausted, bags under her eyes and thin and waste with her eyes dull and almost empty. There were tears in her eyes, her powers flickering weakly just as you saw the desperation there. 
Your heart ached at the sight, but your smirk never changed. You stood your ground even though the sight itself broke your heart. 
"I'm tired of everyone rubbing off my decisions!" She tried to exclaim softly. "I know I messed up and I know I lost everything that day! I've been lost since that day, and I can't help but...I know I am alone, that I don't have...that you...Fuck, Y/N! I came here… because I didn't know what else to do! I didn't know where else to go! I don't..."
I don't have anyone else Wanda thought but never said.
You shifted feeling her hold on her power and you faltered. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, lowering her gaze in deep pain, your eyes gleamed dark and soon your shadows were covering the both of you mingling with her magic.
"Fuck you, Wanda. Fuck you." You whispered, and you hated how your voice faltered and you were back to being the young woman she had broken all those years ago. "Fuck you for coming back, fuck you for taking away from me my life! Fuck you for giving him what was mine! Fuck you for trying to manipulate me! To get in my head and make me…" 
Wanda stepped back shaking her head in puzzlement, you freed yourself from her hold this time around you pushed her back and the shadows accompanying you were surrounding her slowly. 
"I didn't manipulate you. I didn't give him anything… you don't know…" Wanda clenched her fists hating how everything in her life came crumbling down, just like her world came down back in Westview. 
You frowned watching as her magic flickered around you, reality, and something else gleaming as you increased the shadows surrounding you two. 
"You're not the only one that hurt all over and I know I don't have a right! I KNOW I DESERVE IT!" Wanda clenched her eyes shut shaking her head. "I know I don't have a right but you… Tommy and Billy you three are…I just…I don’t know what to do." 
You flinched at the mention of the boys you had seen in the videos. Wanda kept on mumbling lost, hurt and crying while giving in. You stood there for a moment, watching as she just collapsed in front of you. 
“Wanda… " Her name left your lips in a tender whisper, when the young woman turned to you, she faltered in her movements, blinking away as her sight became a blurry confusion.
You noticed her tiredness, her knees buckling under her weight; you swallowed as you grabbed her before she hit the ground.
“What…what is…” Wanda started but even her words were slurred, Natasha asked you to tire the young woman but you were completely sure something else was at played here.
You swallowed down your emotions before mumbling "Sorry."
Wanda blinked pressing her forehead to your shoulder, you placed a hand in front of her eyes and soon the young woman was giving in the sleeping pills Natasha had put on her drink, and the exhaustion of the training she had undergone all morning.
America stepped forward finally getting out of the grasp of Natasha and Yelena, she came running glancing in disbelief at you then at the unconscious form of Wanda.
“What the hell was that?” America exclaimed and you lifted your face to look at Natasha. “Wanda? Is she okay? Did you knockher out?”
“What?!” You exclaimed turning to America who was glaring at you with her arms crossed. “Of course not! We didn't get that far!”
“I put something in the water so she could go to sleep.” Natasha replied shrugging, Yelena scoffed at her then turned to you.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have knock her out and she would be beat up and unconscious.”
“Look…” America started but you made a sound at the back of your throat, clicking your tongue glaring at everyone around you.
“Let’s just calm ourselves.” You said firmly, Wanda was almost falling off of your arms. You shivered under the warm of her body, and without any effort at all with the help of your shadows you picked her up in your arms until she was snuggled closer to your chest, your arms taking her bridal style while your turned around to glare everyone.
“Natasha, what the hell? You put something on her drink?” Your voice let the other woman know you didn’t share her approach, but Natasha merely shrugged.
“She has not sleep, not have a decent meal. It is obvious she wouldn’t go back to bed just because we asked her.” Natasha shifted unapologetically. “At least, with this she would have a good night’s sleep and then we can try talk to her into sleeping. Besides, this medication…it would help with the nightmares.”
You tensed slightly not daring to look at the unconscious form of the woman in your arms, America scoffed crossing her arms though not as mad as she was before. You then turned to America shaking your head with a roll of your eyes.
“Stop being dramatic, I didn’t knock her out, obviously, but…look, it is complicated, okay? Leave it like that and stop getting on my case because you don’t know the story.” Yelena chuckled and soon your eyes went to her. “And you…”
“Me what? I didn’t do anything!” Yelena lifted her arms defensively; you rolled your eyes shaking your head.
“I know. I was going to ask for your help.” Yelena lowered her arms nodding. “Help me get inside, Natasha, you and America can…do whatever you want, I’m taking Wanda to her room.”
America was about to protest but Natasha merely stopped her with a glance, you fixed the young woman in your arms and with the help of Yelena made your way back inside the house. Natasha turned to America who had her eyes on the house, her frown deepening while she tried to relax her body posture.
“She is going to be okay.” Natasha finally said, America turned to her with a light glare in her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“I used to take those pills.” Natasha said softly. “I know what is like to be haunted by your past, she really needs the sleep and this was the only way we could make sure she has some rest.”
America pursed her lips before thinking over what you had said to her, Natasha noticed the change in her expression and she couldn’t help but softened slightly.
“Come, you’re going to help me clear up the front of the house and the garage,” Natasha said. “Then you and I are going to have a long conversation.”
“About what?” America asked curious, Natasha turned to her and her eyes gleamed in a way America wasn’t sure she like that much.
“What exactly happened in that other universe before you came here, I want to know why you seem so smitten and yet so angry at Y/N.” America was about to protests but the Black Widow stopped her with a gesture of her head. “No, I won’t take a no for an answer, I am curious to know why you keep thinking they could make a good match.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. I’ll do it, but then you will have to tell me what’s the deal between Y/n and Wanda because, let me tell you…” America exclaimed making Natasha chuckled lightly. “She and Wanda are just…I mean…”
“It’s a deal.” Natasha stretched her hand and, after a moment of hesitation, America stretched the hand closing the deal.
*****
“You’re gonna tuck her in and kiss her goodnight?” Yelena’s words were dripping with sarcasm, you snorted rolling your eyes while taking her shoes off and putting a warm blanket over Wanda. You hesitated for a moment, brushing a strand lock of hair from her face.
“Don’t be so jealous, I tucked you in the other day after you got your ass drunk with a couple of vodkas.” You chuckled when the other woman threw a pillow at you, you ducked it mock-glaring Yelena before making sure Wanda was fast asleep and not dead like America had implied.
“You’re doing it again.” Yelena said glancing at her nails, you furrowed your brows turning to her.
“Doing what?”
“The fucking dreamy eyes you do to Wanda Fucking Maximoff.” Yelena exclaimed in a low voice, you found it ironic how she could show so much animosity towards the other woman and still tried to not make much noise while she slept.
“I’m not doing dreamy eyes, Yelena.”
Yelena shot you a clear glare, she approached you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. There was a moment of silent contemplation before she pointed with her finger at the sleeping figure on the bed.
“Then, what the hell was that? Did she convince you with her words?”
“No, she didn’t.” Your replied was tainted with tiredness, there was a wavering in your voice that Yelena was not sure it had to do with the discussion or something else. “She was just venting over and I was just frustrated. Nothing has changed. Besides, I was not about t let her fall on her face, I’m not that much of a bitch.”
Yelena dropped her arms to the side, turning to the sleeping form of Wanda then to you.
“You kick her ass.” You snorted and Yelena chuckled. “I saw the way you handle that, you enjoy it.”
You shook your head shrugging, “just a little.”
Yelena snorted again turning around, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I know, but I don’t want to let anger and resentment rule my life while they are here, Yelena.”
You knew Yelena was overprotective of you, she had been trying to tone down her annoyance with Wanda for you and, at some point, for America, but it didn’t mean she had to like the situation. Or Wanda for that matter.
“I guess I can play nice for a while, but if she so much gets closer to you…” Yelena let the threat hung in the air before leaving, you stood there for a moment your eyes went to Wanda watching as her breathing even out and she finally seemed to be sleeping without nightmares haunting her sleep.
There was not a single sound in the room, your eyes were still completely glued to the woman fast asleep on the bed. The voice was back in your mind, calling you by an endearing name you hadn’t heard in such a long time. The nightmares mingled with the dreams, and the face of pure puzzlement in Wanda when you mentioned it to her early in the training.
If it wasn’t Wanda…those dreams…
“You see? Dreamy eyes!” Yelena exclaimed in a hush whisper, you jerked startled rolling your eyes and following the blonde outside the room.
“I was no doing dreamy eyes!”
“You were certainly looking at her with dreamy eyes!” Yelena huffed with indignation, “that’s it, tomorrow you and I are going to the town and you’re going to do dreamy eyes to that milf of yours.”
“Would you stop calling her that?” You replied half amused and half exasperated, you were not making any dreamy eyes to Wanda.
“That’s what you need! Distraction.” Yelena kept on talking and she was highly surprised when you turned her around and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you.” You whispered, your lips curling slightly.
“You’re an idiot.”
“I am, yes.” You replied putting away from her. “That’s why you’re my friend, Lena.”
“Because am an idiot?” She replied rather confused, you snorted rolling your eyes.
“Because I need someone to remind me to not be an idiot.” You sighed scratching the back of your head. “Come on, let’s make something to eat and then take a bath. I’m tired of all the training today.”
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Natasha mused over the knowledge she had acquired.
It wasn’t everything, of course.
For all her childishness, America was good at keeping secrets. But what she had not revealed with words she did with her expressions and the things she didn’t say. Natasha had quenched her curiosity to some point, the basics of how your relationship with Wanda had ended without the gruesome details.
Natasha couldn’t do that to her or Wanda.
At least with the information she had given the young woman, America could now approach you and Wanda for more answers.
“You look thoughtful.” You exited the bathroom half dressed, walking around your room for a shirt.
“I talk to America.” Natasha mumbled lying on your bed, her eyes on the ceiling, you made a sound at the back of your throat looking for your shoes.
“And how was it?”
Natasha shrugged unsure on how she should talk to you about what America had revealed, it took her but a second before she decided to keep it to herself. You were already stressed as it was by Wanda’s presence, Natasha couldn’t imagine if you so much knew the hole story of your variant and Wanda’s one.
“It was nice, she is getting used to everything around here.” Natasha sat on the bed watching as you put your shoes on. “What happened today?”
You stopped what you were doing, your eyes on your shoelaces with your hand tugging at the laces before you lifted your face. You knew her question was for more than just the training session; it was everything you hadn’t told anyone.
“Don’t lie to me.” Natasha warned and you made a face before standing up.
“I’ve been having these dreams.” You started knitting your brows together. “They are intense, and vivid.”
Natasha observed you with care, you started pacing around the room recalling everything you could of the dreams. Sometimes, you knew you were dreaming because the place was unknown to you, some others it was a place you knew by heart. Every time she was there, but at first it was quite difficult for you to guess out of the blurry images and the extreme sensations you experimented.
“You thought it was Wanda.” Natasha finally said in realization. “Why?”
You grimaced shaking your head, “I just…the dreams are about her.”
The sight of Wanda was something you could no forget easily, and of course, it didn’t matter how much she tried to change her voice was unmistakable.
“But it wasn’t her.”
“Today, when we were in the training session and I was egging her on, well…” You trailed off remembering her desperation, her sadness and uttered loneliness as she tried to reach out to you. “No, it wasn’t her.”
Natasha tilted her head taking in your troubled stare, and the tension in your posture.
“What is it?” Natasha finally asked.
“I just…these dreams…I thought she wouldn’t affect me this much, and here I am. Affected.” You put your hands to your head, you stopped pacing around trying to gather your emotions. “I thought I would stop feeling this way, you know? I thought I met people that could help me out, like Carol but…”
“You’re thinking too much, Y/N. Yes, seeing Wanda has affect you but it can govern you.” Natasha leaned forward resting her elbows on her legs. “Now, I know the dreams could be more than dreams, but if you’re sure they’re not from Wanda then, why do you think they are magical or supernatural or…you know?”
You turned to Natasha trying to search for the right words, “I just know. It’s the way the present themselves, pieces of things I don’t recognized, memories I didn’t know were mine.”
Natasha bit her tongue before she could say anything, the last thing you knew was for her to do or say something that would confuse you even more than you already were. She didn’t think these dreams were the result of anything else but you having encounter the other woman after all this time.
“We can always look into this with Strange. Tomorrow we can give him call to see what he thinks.”
You sighed shrugging while laughing a little.
“You’re right, I just…” You trailed off lowering your face. “I…god, Natasha she is…”
“I know.”
You offered a sad smile before turning to the door then back to the other woman.
“Since we already eat, and we have nothing else to do…shall we watch movies?”
The plan was not only accepted but loved completely.
You didn’t share more of your concerns with Natasha, and the other woman kept under secret what she had discovered through America. And for now, that was okay.
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Night came rather fast.
There was no more snow but the low temperatures were enough to discourage anyone to go outside. You sat at the sofa in the studio, your eyes glued to the screen with Yelena dozing off on the other chair and America sitting right beside you. Natasha had long ago given up, deciding to go to her room while leaving the three of you watching a horror movie deep into the night.
America glanced at the clock on the wall, she chewed on her lower lip turning her eyes to you.
“Do you think she is okay?” She finally asked in a soft voice, you lifted your stare chuckling.
“Yelena can sleep everywhere and it’s as if she had slept on a comfy bed.” Your replied make America blinked a couple of times before she too let out a chuckle shaking her head.
“I wasn’t talking about Yelena.” America shifted on the sofa facing you with a contemplative stare. “Wanda. She hasn’t woken up yet.”
You tensed a little, your eyes going to the movie before the settled again on America. For the very first time ever since the arrived at Norway, you could actually see the young features on America. How childish yet mature she could look, the stories of many worlds written in her eyes and the wish of having a normal life in the way she behaved and shared with others.
Her concern for Wanda was genuine, as was the relationship she had been trying to build with all of you. Whatever had happened with your variant, it was quite evident you had made quite the impression on the young woman.
“She looked tired, she wasn’t even making any effort to fight well, or use her magic as she should.” You replied locking eyes with those of America. “You were right about her, America. And I’m glad you came to me and Natasha with your worries.”
“Are you?” America replied shrugging. “Your fight with her today…”
“You heard everything?”
America nodded making a face lowering her eyes before turning her attention back to the movie, you leaned back cocking your head to the side.
“It’s been too long since I last saw her, America. But I don’t wish her ill will.” You spoke softly. “She will be okay, and tomorrow she will wake up renew, believe me.”
The young woman smiled seeing in you the memory of someone she had lost. There was still bitterness in you, something she found hard to empathize with; the story Natasha told her was something she had found hard to believe the many questions that came forth were at the tip of her tongue. But it was no the time, it was late and America had spent a nice day alongside you and the others.
“I hope so, she really deserves a rest.” America sighed resting her head on the back of the sofa. “Have you heard from Strange yet?”
“Not yet.” You shifted as well noticing the time. “I will call him tomorrow to see what he has heard so far, for now I think we need to go to sleep. I will need to go to school tomorrow and I’m hoping you can go to town with Yelena and Natasha to get some clothes and enrol in school.”
“What? Enrol in what?” America straightened up making a face. “You gotta be kidding me?”
“Do I look as if I’m joking?” Your lips curled slightly, and for a moment America was tempted to say yes but your eyes told her you were very much speaking seriously.
“But why do I have to go to school?!” America crossed her arms and being it because she too was exhausted or because she was just pretending to be angry about the proposal.
“Not only your body but your mind needs to be prepared, powers such as yours America required knowledge.” You leaned in offering a gentle smile, your hand on her hair ruffling her dark locks. “You should go to sleep kid, tomorrow promise to be a long day and I expect you to watch over Yelena.”
“Wasn’t she coming with me so she could watch over me?” America blinked away her confusion, you laughed standing up while pointing at the blonde.
“Ideally, but Yelena tends to get easily distracted in town, so you will have to keep the routine on track or else you two won’t get anything done.” You stretched out approaching Yelena with care. “Lena? Lena we gotta go.”
“Mhm, no.” Yelena turned slightly on her side, you snorted placing a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, Lena, don’t make this difficult.”
“You carried Maximoff to her bed, carry me.” Yelena mumbled opening a single eye at you.
America covered her laughter at your expression, you gaped at Yelena until you grabbed one of the pillows on the floor and hit her with that.
“Move your ass.”
Yelena chuckled stretching out, she shot a quick glance at America then at you.
“Whatever you say, dreamy eyes.”
You groaned turning away while picking up the rest of your stuff, Yelena helped you around alongside America the light conversation surrounding the movies before everything was ready for you to go to bed.
*****
The room was completely dark.
The night was cold, silent and there was a solitude you hadn’t felt in a while.
You walked around the room getting ready for bed, the extra blankets you found on your closet were neatly placed on top of your bed and your sweatpants and tee smelt like the detergent Yelena favoured the most. Your lips curled into a smile, even though there was a strange, nagging feeling at the back of your mind that made you think you were forgetting something important.
With a yawn, and an aching body you got into bed, finally touching the pillow and finding yourself unable to fall asleep. Your body was aching with the memory of the training session with Wanda, your mind recreated the moments in which the both of you had come face to face, the words that were said, the emotions that were felt. The fight was replaying in your head, her words and the expression of pure desperation and lost she had on her was something that you never thought you would see in her. You wished things had gone differently, that there wasn’t so much bitterness in your heart.
You wished you didn’t think her beautiful.
That your heart wouldn’t ache at the sight of her, and that you could stop whatever glimpse of sympathy you experienced for her. With thoughts of Wanda plaguing your mind you fell asleep hoping that at least, this time around she would not haunt your dreams.
It was a hopeless thought, though.
You turned to the side, scowling at your own weakness. You wished life was easier, but right now your life was taking you down a path you were not so sure you should be walking in. The invisible threat was something that others could deal with, you could always step aside and leave; but it was not on your nature to back out of a challenge, and certainly to leave someone this dangerous at loose.
Your eyelids felt heavy all of a sudden, you furrowed your brows turning slightly to see if the flash of red was real or a mere illusion. There was nothing there, and soon you found yourself thinking that, after all was over you could consider quite seriously Carol’s proposal, or Sersi’s deal…perhaps, you should listen to Yelena and give it a try with the mom of her students. There must be someone out there that would make you forget; that could help you finally move on and stop thinking about green eyes, or red hair, or broken smile…or the woman sleeping peacefully at the other side of your home.
With thoughts of Wanda, and the women in your life, sleep finally claimed you.
The world was a mixture of colours, all of them were dancing right in front of your eyes making you dizzy and wonder where exactly you were. The sound was coming in muffled, but the images were getting sharper and defined; soon you found yourself unable to move as your eyes fell upon the most beautiful apparition that could grace your eyes.
Wanda Maximoff was sauntering towards you, her lips curling into a mischievous smile while her body was covered only by a single, dark blue, hoodie that made her look sexy and adorable. You blinked a couple of times, unable to move until Wanda was finally there, her hands warm as she brought your face to hers kissing you sensually.
It took you a couple of seconds, but soon you were answering, the confusion of the moment broken by the kiss. Not sooner they started this up, that a set of footsteps stomping down the stairs.
“Mom!”
“Momma!”
Wanda broke the kiss with some reluctance, her arms wrapped around your waist while her face rested on the crook of your neck. She was smiling, and you couldn’t help but think about everything she was seeing at the moment. From the appliances to the colour of the walls and the woman in your arms, something was terrible wrong and you need to figure out what it was.
The hold on your waist and back tightened all of a sudden, when you glance down you cold swear you saw red in those eyes but as soon as you had seen it disappeared. Wanda leaned back then, her smile bright and content.
“I guess we can continue this later on, love.” She whispered leaning closer. “After the twins had gone with Yelena and Tasha.”
You furrowed your brows, but then two figures showed up and your whole body stiffened at the familiarity you saw there. The kids came right in speaking at the same time, Wanda stepped away from your embrace though her eyes were on you the whole time.
The scene wavered; the world was turning into a bad signal.
You clenched your fists, looking around before settling your eyes in Wanda.
“Who are you?” You finally asked and the whole scene came crumbling down at your feet replaced by shades of red and black and a woman you had loved once.
“Love, dear.” She said and her smile change a little, colder, and desperate. “Let’s face it, you love me still…even if you love the wrong one.”
You scoffed taking into a fighting stance, your eyes sweeping around to find a weakness, a spot…a way out.
Wanda chuckled, and it sent a shiver down your back. The woman was looking completely different to the one sleeping in your house; this thought made Wanda growled lowly.
“She is not…” Wanda clenched her jaw stepping closer to you. “You are mine, not hers.”
And, as she said this her hand closed around your neck and her eyes gleamed a dangerous red you tried to match with one of your own. Wanda clenched her jaw, she looked angry but her eyes were a giveaway. She was desperate, but also hopeful. Her grip on your neck tightened when your hand placed itself on her forearm. The closes and the kiss, the grip on your neck….the confusion you had been feeling everything made your wave of desired for the other woman increase, and your libido focused on this new Wanda, on this new chance.
Bad moment to get all horny and contemplative.
“I wouldn’t say that detka. I love it when you get all needy.” The voice purred in your ear, the free hand dancing around your abdomen under your shirt.
Everything was trying to go back to normal, the red and black flickered in and out of signal while the voice of the two boys started filling out the silence. You locked eyes with Wanda, and for a brief moment you saw something different. Someone different.
With a flash of clarity, you knew you had to go out of there and make sure your Wanda was fine. Not sooner had this thought left your mind, the hold on your neck tightened.
“Why would you want to go back there? Did you like the way she felt against you? Did she get to you with her tears and her pretty words?” the young woman growled out. “You want to go back to her instead of me?”
You blinked confusedly for a moment, there was something bizarre in how Wanda was speaking about herself. But perhaps…
“Wanda?”
You furrowed your brows when she snarled looking away letting go of you, hurt and betrayed at the name you just called her. You took advantage of that, this time around you were on her, your hand on her neck and her body pressed tightly against the wall. The other woman groaned in what you hoped was pain.
Her eyes gleamed red, her lips curling into a lustful smile you were not used to see in the face glancing right back at you. Your body trembled with desire, and you tried to get a hold of your thoughts while looking for a way out of this mess. She chuckled, her hand lifting to wrap themselves around your back putting you closer to her. The world around the both of you started flickering in and out of black and red, the images of many moments in her life and yours, the images of Tommy and Billy and the one for your friends and hers.
“You are mine, detka.” She said lifting her chin putting you closer her hands sneaking inside your shirt, her nails scratching at the skin. You gasped almost letting out a whine that the other woman caught with a pleased smirk.
“Such beautiful sounds.” She lowered her voice sending you a hungry stare. You tightened your hold on her neck, you tried to get a hold of your sanity while thinking about the whole thing and a way out.
“Wanda…” You started but the woman growled lowly, her eyes gleaming red again.
“No!” She tried to overpower you but you pressed yourself against her, your hand tight on her neck while the other one grabbed her hips pulling her from the wall.
She whimpered arching her back, her nails marking your back before she leaned in, her lips dangerously closed to your ear.
“Mine. Not hers, mine and only mine.” Then, without a warning she dipped in and nibbled on your pulse point.
You gasped clenching your eyes closed, for a moment your mind completely gone as you gave in way to the pleasure you were feeling. Them, your eyes opened and you saw it. The world crumbling around you, Wanda and you walking down New York, she breaking your heart, you walking away. Vision and Westview.
A movie right above your head, the world spinning around and you knew once more this was a dream. Another dream. More vivid. More…
“NO!” You pushed back falling on your back.
You jolt awake sitting right away with sweat rolling down your face. You were breathing hard, the dream still fresh on your mind, her voice whispering your name calling you back. You lowered your gaze feeling a sharp pain on your back and neck.
“No, no…” You repeated the word like a mantra running to the bathroom.
The yellowish light of the room give visibility to the huge hickey on your neck, you paled glancing the horror-struck face that was yours yet you could not recognize. With trembling hands, you lifted your shirt and looked at your back.
The marks were there. Freshly made.
You needed to speak with Strange right away.
You might know who was after America. With a last glance to the mark on your neck you dropped your head.
“Fuck.”
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Face your Fears
stephen strange x fem!reader
summary: after coming back from the multiverse he writes you a letter telling you everything you need to know...
word count: 1.5k
warnings: implied smut but no smut, mentions of murder
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When Stephen returned to his universe he couldn’t stop thinking about what his sinister self said. About how he murdered multiple of his variants because they weren't with you. Stephen couldn’t help but think that if this whole multiversal adventure didn’t happen would he have been next. When Stephen was in universe 838 with America, you were with Wong and Wanda at wandagore. It was bitter to see your once friend become a villain. But in the end she was a hero for destroying the Darkhold in every universe. When America opened a portal to get you and Wong back to Karma-taj she then opened a portal to the universe that Stephen was in. When you saw him you immediately ran and hugged him. The impact almost made him fall back but once he regained his balance he picked you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. With a broken voice you whispered in his ear, “ I missed you so much”. Stephen was your best friend if anything happened to him you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. “ I wasn’t even gone for that long” he said with a raspy deep voice that made him sound sexy as ever. Wait Y/N you can’t think like that he’s your best friend. “ Shut up and let me hug you” you closed your eyes and tightened your legs around his waist. You held each other for another minute before America cleared her throat “Maybe you guys should change before you go at it.”, you blushed as Stephen let you down to stand on your own.
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You decided to stay at Karma-taj a little bit before you went back to the New York sanctum. You wanted to teach America some skills and you just needed a break from the city and maybe your best friend. You were in the library at around eleven at night when Wong walked in.
“You should rest, Y/n. You’ve been through alot in the past week.” you loved how Wrong was so caring but right now you just wanted to be distracted by something.
“Wong, it’s fine, I'm fine.” that came out a little bit harsher than intended but you really didn’t want to talk to him.
“Is this about Stephen?” Why does he have to be so good at reading people?
You rolled your eyes “ Why would this be about Stephen?”
“Because it’s obvious you both have feelings for each other.” your eyes widened.
“Wong, I do not have feelings for Stephen.” That was a big fat lie but you wouldn't let it show.
“Y/N did you see the way you held each other when he came back? It’s obvious that there are feelings between you two. So why don't you just admit it?” he said sternly which made your feelings burst.
“BECAUSE I’M SCARED.” you said in a raised voice.
“I’m scared that if I tell him how I really feel that he’ll reject me and all that happiness that I felt with him will never come back.” you said on the verge of tears.
Wong walked over to you and kneeled in front of your chair to hug you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to cry on his shoulder. Wong knew of all the heartbreak that you have been through. He also knew that anytime you were around Stephen you were the happiest he’s ever seen you.
After a few minutes your tears stopped and you let go of Wong. You wiped your face when you saw another figure at the door. It was America. You opened your arms so she could hug you too. After you let go of America you all stood up.
“Face your fears, Y/N Y/L/N.” Wong said.
You nodded your head and walked out of the library to go to your temporary bedroom.
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The next day you took Wong's advice and decided to face your fears. You didn’t have much at Karma-taj so you didn’t have to pack much. After you said your goodbyes to Wong and America you opened a portal to the New York sanctum. It was silent when you walked it so you decided to go looking for Stephen.
“Stephen? Are you here?” no response.
“Stephen?” you said louder still no response.
Maybe he just wasn’t at home right now. You went upstairs to your room and saw it was just the way you left it, you dropped your bag down on the floor and jumped on your bed. Then you saw something you haven’t seen before. There was an envelope on your nightstand. You picked up the envelope and you saw it had your name on it. It was a little messy but still legible. You were wondering who left this here but then you realized. Stephen wrote this. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened. Why would he write a letter to you? When you opened the envelope your hands trembled a bit. You unfolded the paper and started to read.
Dear, Y/N
I’m writing this to tell you how I feel because I would never have the strength to say it to your face. You're currently at Karma-taj helping America with her skills. And I am here sitting in your room writing this letter. When I went across the multiverse there was this variant of me who killed other variants of me because I wasn’t with you. And couldn’t help but think that I could’ve been his next target. So what I’m trying to say is that I love you. Since the day I met you I knew you would rock my world. You're always so selfless and kind even when you don’t need to be. You give me butterflies when you laugh. The happiness I feel when I am with you is the best feeling in the world. The way I held you when I got back to Karma-taj is the way I want to hold you for the rest of my life. I wake up in the morning for you, I fight mystical battles everyday for you, and I live everyday for you. I know that you will probably never feel the same way or see this letter but it feels good to write all my feelings down. Anyway, I love you, Y/N Y/L/N and I love you in every universe.
S.S
You were balling when you finished the letter. You had no idea you made that much of an impact on his life. You put the letter back down on your night stand. You stood from your bed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You wondered where he was. You didn’t even know what you were going to do when he got back. Maybe you should make a plan.
“Hey Stephen, I came back early from Karma-taj and read your letter. Yeah and I wanted to say I’m in love with you too. No that’s stupid.” you said to yourself quietly. Your heart dropped when you heard a portal open. ‘Face your fears Y/N Y/L/N’. You kept replaying what Wong said in your head.
You walked out of the kitchen to the sound of the portal. You walked into the foyer to see Stephen holding paper brown bags which were filled with groceries. He was startled when he saw you almost dropping the groceries.
“Hey, Y/N I didn’t know you would be back-”
“I READ YOUR LETTER” you blurt out not letting him finish his sentence.
His smile dropped. He suddenly couldn’t breathe. He totally forgot he wrote that in your room and left it on your nightstand. He was supposed to get that letter out of your room before you came back. But this is what he gets for being stupid. He set the bags down on the floor, beginning to explain.
“Y/N, I am so sorr-”
“Stepheniloveyoutoo” you said quickly and closed your eyes tightly.
“What?”
You opened your eyes and let out a breath “Stephen I’m in love with you too”
His eyes widened. Was he hearing right? You could tell he was shocked which made you giggle a little.
“Oh, umm, yeah, thank you.” thank you? He just sounded like a total idiot. You smiled. You ran and jumped on him so your arms were wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his middle.
“Yeah, you’re welcome” you said while smiling. Your face was millimeters from his. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks while his were under your thighs . You saw every wrinkle and pore on his face. He was so beautiful. You both started to lean when your lips brushed against each other. The kiss was soft and sweet. You felt like you were in heaven. After making out a little his hands moved a little higher to your ass.
You gasped “ Stephen!”
“What? I can’t touch the love of my life?” he said smugly.
You rolled your eyes with a smile.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” he said with adoration in his eyes. You nodded and let him carry you all the way up the stairs to his room.
~
Hours later you both laid in his bed with your head on his bare chest.
“Hey, Stephen”
“Yeah, baby”
“I love you” “I love you too”
“And I love you in every universe”
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angelofverdum · 5 months
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The Marvels (2023)
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I have so much fun watching this movie. The people saying is bad just hate fun.
It obviously has its flaws, but I haven't enjoyed an MCU movie this much since Black Widow.
Nia Dacosta's direction was great. I loved all the fighting scenes, something that Captain Marvel's directors messed up in the first movie.
I love how light and fun it was. It didn't try to get you into the next movie or TV show; they were doing their own thing.
I love Carol Danvers. She is my favorite comic character, only next to my boo Jessica Drew. So, I'm always happy to see her, and this is the best she has ever been in the MCU. Nia Dacosta brought the silliness that I think it was lost in the first movie.
Teyonah Parris is a superstar. I love Monica so much. In Wandavision we didn't get to see her too much, but here she shines so brightly, literally.
The MCU hit the jackpot with Iman Vellani as Ms Marvel. One of the things I love about Ms Marvel is how much she loves Carol in the comics, so I was nervous about how they were going to portray it here, but they nailed it. And then she realized she was doing too much and apologized to Carol, just brilliant.
Also, people worried about having to watch a million movies and TV shows to understand the movie are so dumb. I follow the MCU, or I used to because the TV shows are just awful, so I didn't care because I knew Kamala and Monica from their own shows, but it didn't really matter if you watched the shows or not.
Of course, If you know them from before this movie it is an enhancing experience but it's not necessary to watch it. I'd go as far as to say that you don't even need to watch the first Captain Marvel to understand and enjoy this movie.
My favorite things of the movie:
The chemistry between the trio was perfect.
So many scenes that made me laugh out loud.
I love that they didn't give a damn about Secret Invasion as they should. This movie probably happened before the show, but I was so happy to have the real Fury back and not the pathetic version they did on that show.
The planet with the singing had me rolling. Kamala and Monica having a blast with all the dancing, and Carol was just ready to go.
I know the dudebros are going to hate that planet. They almost had an aneurysm when Megan The Stallion was twerking with She-Hulk
Kamala's interaction with everyone. She was so happy to be included.
The fighting scenes
They include a lot of Kamala's family.
Having them in casual clothes while practicing how to use their powers was amazing.
My sweet lovely Valkyrie, come back to me soon.
What I didn't like
Marvel still has a problem with the villain. It was weak, and Zawe Ashton didn't get enough material to work with. The way they tried to explain her actions was kinda confusing too.
The solution to Dar-Benn's problem was so easy and I don't understand why Monica didn't tell Carol before. It took her like 2 minutes to bring back the sun.
Post credit scenes
I couldn't care less about the young Avengers, but if this is the way to get more Kamala, fine. And I hope they also bring Xochilt's America Chavez.
For the second post-credit scene I got confused for a minute because I was sure we were in the Doctor Stranger-altered universe, but when Best entered the room he said that Charles wanted to speak to them and Maria's hero name was Binary.
But Wanda killed Charles in Doctor Strange, and Maria was Captain Marvel (I know Binary is Captain Marvel in her most powerful form, but still). So, I guess we are in another universe or reality.
I don't care about the X-men, but I admire Marvel's dedication to keeping Lashana Lynch employee; I get it.
Anyway, I love this movie, and I don't care what critics have to say 5 stars in my heart.
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Can I request 10 and 14 from your mistletoe list for Stephen strange?
Sorry for making you wait so long. I hope you like it.😅
Just feel the Christmas spirit
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Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader
Doctor Strange & America Chavez & Wong & Reader
Summary: America just found out about the mistletoe tradition and she wants to hang some around Kamar-taj. You and Stephen help her, of course.
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Stephen didn't understand why Wong thought it would be a good idea to throw another party at Kamar-taj. The previous time, despite being rather inebriated, he needed to make everyone forget about what had occurred. The fact that no one died is still a miracle to him, but the artifacts won't be returning anytime soon, and he didn't want to travel to the dark dimension only to look for them even if they probably had already been destroyed. Perhaps it was for the best that nobody remembered that party and since he was the one who cast the spell, it's not like other people actually knew what happened.
Just then Wong broke his train of thought “By the Vishanti, you are aware that I might use a hand.”
“I think you're doing just fine without me," the sorcerer said, grinning at him.
“You know that America always tries to avoid her responsibilities, but even she did more than you.” Wong said, standing in the center of the dining hall with his hands on his hips and a disappointed expression on his face.
“Give her a break; she's a kid." Stephen demanded as he eventually picked up a box of globes and walked towards the location of the sorcerer supreme. America has endured a lot, so he was happy to be able to provide her a life that was, at least in some ways, normal.
Wong just chuckled at that and took the box in his hands. ”Speaking of her, where is she?”
Stephen didn’t know why but he felt his heart drop. He usually had this absurd thought everytime he was with her at Kamar-taj. The incident with Wanda left wounds on all of them, especially on the girl, even if the sorcerer was aware that she was safe and that it was ridiculous to have that fear. He and you were always there, but the night terros she was experiencing were something else. God forbid she would open a portal out of fear because of the nightmare she is having. He can’t lose her.
“America?” He yelled, his brows furrowing.
"In the kitchen!" The younger girl's calm voice somehow eased the sorcerer considerably.
He went to the kitchen, where he was surprised to see that not just America, but also you were in there, eating cookies. On the counter, there was a book open as well, but he couldn't see the contents of it from where he was. He really needs to schedule an appointment.
“What are you two up to?” He noticed some cookie crumbs on your face and asked as he got closer to you. Then he softly brushes it away by running his fingers across your lips.
“Now that America is aware of the mistletoe custom, she wants to hang some around Kamar-taj.“ You chuckle softly and then stood on your tiptoes to give him a swift kiss before continuing on. “It is only fair that I help her.”
“But the question is.. do you wish to help us?" He simply couldn't say no because the girl's excitement was so obvious on her face. In addition, watching Wong's reaction would be amusing.
"I'm in if you also offer me a cookie." he makes a remark before snatching one from the girl's hand.
“Hey!” America then lunged at him from behind, laughing, and demanded that he should give her snack back. Oh, it was obvious that he wouldn't get away with it.
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The three of you were sneaking around the temple for the next few hours, positioning mistletoes so they weren't too noticeable. However, thanks to your brilliant idea, when two people were standing underneath them, it would make a small firework, just enough to catch their attention without hurting them, of course. America once came dangerously close to being caught by Master Hamir, but she was lucky that Rintrah was nearby. She was saved too many times by that minotaur, especially considering that she occasionally skipped some courses. However, no one could blame her because she had to discover this universe because it was her home now.
The Strange family would have hung more if they had more time, but because everyone else had to leave to get ready for the party and it would have been suspicious if they were the only ones there, so they also made their way to the Sanctum. Although she enjoyed parties a lot, America hated the attire she needed to wear. She could have worn something more comfortable if it had been a regular party, but she was unable to do so due to the regulations, which Wong nevertheless adhered to strictly.
The robes you had to wear didn't appeal to either of you, but it would only be for a short while so you could resist. But if Stephen would stop kissing you, you could get dressed more quickly.
For a while, the two of you continued to kiss and explore one another, but when America knocked on the door, the sorcerer finally stopped.
“We're almost ready!” You yelled and he finally went to get dressed. You were still getting used to a literal kid being there, so yeah, having someone else in the Sanctum was odd, but not in a bad way. The first time she saw her room here would be a night you would never forget. You really didn't think that something like that could make you cry, but oh boy, you were wrong. The young latina did truly steal both of your hearts, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
She hardly voiced a complaint about the attire, which shocked you both, but it was obvious she was eager to go to the party. In fact, you three were interested in observing how others might respond to the mistletoes around the temple.
People were startled throughout the night when a pair of two occasionally managed to walk under one of the mistletoes. Some of them kissed, whether it was on the lips or the cheek, but some didn't. Since nobody began to inquire as to who actually hanged them, they were safe from the sorcerer supreme's anger. Not that any of you actually cared. —Who are you trying to fool? Wong is so scary sometimes.
"How's the party going thus far?" Your boyfriend's voice rang out from behind you.
When you glanced at him, it was obvious that he had already had some alcohol. Occasionally, it was entertaining to watch Stephen make a fool of himself. “If you were here with me, maybe I would enjoy the party more.” You stated as you give him a wink.
“Can I show you something?” he asked as he gave you a lazy smile. You nodded, and the doctor seized your hands in his and dragged you a little after him.
A firework burst into view as you were moving towards the Christmas tree. Stephen pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss despite the fact that you appeared perplexed about your surroundings and could not see any mistletoes.
Still curious about the location of the mistletoe as you pulled away while giggling, you asked him, "Where is it?"
He merely grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders without responding to you.
“Come on, Stephen.” As you began to play with a hair on the back of Strange's neck, you pleaded.
“It isn't visible.” He spoke as he leaned in close to you, his breath lightly brushing your lips.
"You really wanted to kiss me under an invisible mistletoe, didn't you? You didn't need to bring me here so that you could kiss me; you could have done it anywhere.” A proud grin lip up on your boyfriend’s facial features. He really was wasted.
He leaned in closer, just kissing you on the lips briefly, and murmured, "Just feel the Christmas spirit."
"I can feel the liquor on your lips though." Although you weren't entirely sure why he brought you here, as long as the two of you were together, you didn't mind. Also it was funny to spend your night with a drunk Stephen.
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mandy-asimp · 1 year
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Sacrifice (part 2)
a/n~ i might write an alternative ending as well🤭
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pt. 1
The place Wanda had taken you was strange. It was a dark cabin in the middle of a forest.
“Wands? Where are we?” You whispered. Eyes staring at anything and everything. "Why is it all so dark?"
"Inside. You have questions to answer." Wanda ordered. There wasn't a trace of softness in her tone. And you couldn't blame her.
She watched you die for the world, and yet, here you now stand. Alive and well. Except she knows there's something.
So you obeyed. You walked in first. Being pushed to the couch. Where you sat in the middle and she stood across from you. Her eyes staring into you trying to breach your mind.
"Why are you still blocking me?" She furrowed her brows. Watching as your head turned to look away. "Y/n?"
"What I'm going to tell you...you can't just look into my head for it. Strange knows and he didn't want anyone else but Wong to know. This is something that you need context for." You were quiet. It was a topic you knew she needed to know.
"Are you even my Y/n?" Wanda spat without thinking. Your head snapped to look her in the eyes. The emeralds you fell in love with from the first day. There was something about the way you looked at her. It was like she could tell that it was the Y/n she also fell in love with. "What's your secret?"
"Ok...so you know how you're the most powerful magic wielder or whatever?" She nodded her head. "Ok, well in the book, after your page, it's your 'assistance'. They're not even close to being as powerful, but they follow you everywhere."
"That doesn't explain how you're alive." She glared. Wanda still was skeptical of you.
You hummed, only letting a silence fill the room. "I'm not from your universe." You finally said.
It wasn't what Wanda was expecting. "W..what?"
"I am not from here." You said again, nerves taking over you.
Wanda frowned, "Then...who did I watch die and fall in love with?"
"The Y/n from this universe was the one you watched die. But it's always been me you feel in love with. The short story, I met someone just like America. I made a deal with them. They take the Y/n from here with them and I stay. But when Thanos came, the other Y/n heard. And told me we could switch places after they failed their, well, my universe. So we did. I watched from afar on the whole scene." You storied.
"And Strange? How'd he find you before me?" Wanda asked softer. "Do you know what pain you caused me? The things I went through because of you?"
"I'm sorry...I was going to come find you. I went to the funeral and everything, I wanted to pull you away and tell you it's all ok. But Strange...he got to me before you. I had to watch everything from a distance. Westview. The way you gave up everything. And all I could do was watch. Then America came." Your voice was soft and calming to her.
You could see the want to cry on her. That she was so close to breaking down right there. So you stood, moving around the coffee table to comfort her.
Carefully, you wrapped your arms around her. Feeling her body tense. "We can have our happy ending now...just us...Tommy and Billy...but you can't go after America."
"How...how can I trust you after that big of a lie?" Her voice was shaking. "Watching you die kept me awake for nights on end."
"I'll do whatever I have to do to regain your love and trust. I promise I'm not going anywhere anytime ever again. I'm here for you, witchy." You reassured. Hearing her soft sniffle to the nickname.
"You know I hate that name." She pulled back to see your face. Grabbing it with both her hands and your held her wrist.
She pulled your head closer, hesitantly giving you the well overdue kiss. Easily melting into the feeling of you.
You had finally confessed. You could finally live again. And best of all.
You had Wanda.
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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years
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I got a little stuck on Friday's Place but this has been dancing around in my head. Lemme know what you think. Any feedback is appreciated.
I might have another part or two, not sure yet so tell me if you want more.
Cold hearted
Steve Rogers x reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky x Natasha, Bucky x reader x Nat(past. Future?)
Warnings: swearing, angst, cheating, Steve is a dick, Sharon is a bad person, poly relationship
Chapter 1
Today was a beautiful day. BB and Nat were in the city looking for wedding dresses. Wanda was supposed to be there but was out on a mission with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Sharon and they couldn't wait because the wedding is in less than 2 months.
Nat woke her up when room service came to their room with breakfast.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty. Let's move BB. We have work to do"
BB groaned, they had been up late drinking and talking, planning the minute details for her upcoming wedding to Captain America himself. "It's not even 10am yet. Why did you make me stay up so late?" she grumbled
Nat pulled the blankets off of her "Come on now, we have to find your dress and our first appointment is at noon. Food is here so grab a bite and get showered."
"I'm so tired of trying on dresses, can't we just elope?"
Nat chuckled "I doubt Rogers would go for that so you need to haul your ass out of bed so we can get going."
"Ugh, fine." BB texted a good morning to her fiance then set the phone down to grab some food.
"You just saw him a few days ago and he's back tomorrow, can't you two survive apart from each other for a day or two?" Nat grumbled
She laughed "We can but why would we want to? He isn't going to be home till tomorrow. Can't let him get distracted by Sharon."
Nat grimaced "Sharon? Why did they have to take her along? She's still trying to weasel her way back into Steve's bed."
"She's annoying and pathetically obvious but I trust Steve, they are just friends, colleagues." BB replied as she headed for the shower.
Nat and Y/N came up in the Red Room together. Nat is a few years older and gave Y/N the nickname Baby Black Widow which became BBW and then was shortened to BB. Nat and Bucky trained her and were her only friends for those long years. They supported each other, loved each other and found comfort in each other when no one else would.
After visiting 2 more boutiques and trying on some truly awful dresses they found the one. Y/N walked out of the dressing room, saw herself in the mirror and started to choke up. "Nat, this is the one."
Nat nodded and teared up. She was happy for her friend but still in love with her which made it bittersweet "It's absolutely perfect, so very you. You are going to be such a gorgeous bride, I hope Rogers appreciates what he has.
Lets find the bridesmaid dresses to go with it."
Once they finished with bridesmaid dresses picked out, alterations marked and deposit paid they headed to lunch.
Y/N looked down her list while they were eating and marked off some items they had accomplished.
She looked up at Nat "You mailed the invitations and gave the announcement to the newspapers right?"
"Of course, we're almost done with everything. Only 6 weeks left before you become Mrs Rogers"
Y/N smiled "I can't believe this is really happening. I feel like a princess. Since we're done here let's go back to the compound today instead of waiting till tomorrow so I can surprise Steve when he gets home."
They went back to pick up their things from the hotel and chatted and listened to music for the drive home.
When they made it to the residence area they saw Wanda in the kitchen drinking tea.
Wanda startled when she heard them "Oh, hey. I thought you weren't coming back till tomorrow"
BB smiled "That was the plan but we found the perfect dresses so decided to come home early. We didn't expect you to be home already"
Wanda looked around nervously "Yeah, things wrapped up easier than expected.
How exciting about the dresses. Did you get pics?"
Nat pulled her phone out to show Wanda "Of course. And we gave them your measurements. We have to go back 2 weeks before the wedding for final fittings but it's all done."
"I'm going to go see my fiance before he has to leave" BB said as she walked away.
Wandas eyes went wide and she felt her stomach drop as she tried to stall them "But, wait. What about shoes and jewelry? I'll be home for the next couple of days so we should-"
"It's all handled. I'll see you guys at dinner" and she headed to the room she shared with Steve.
Nat turned to look at Wanda "What's going on? I don't need to read minds to know you're nervous. Are you ok?"
Wanda nodded "Just nerves with all the wedding stuff. I've never been a bridesmaid before"
Nat looked at her skeptically "Dont worry. All we need to do is support BB on her big day, help alleviate the stress as much as possible. If you're here then so is Bucky, I need to go welcome him home" Nat winked and left in search of her husband.
When BB opened the door to her room she heard murmuring and shuffling. "Oh Stevie" she sang out "I found the perfect dress. You're gonna die when-" she stopped cold when she saw Steve and Sharon on the couch, looking flustered and guilty, faces flushed and hair mussed.
"What are you two up to? Working on reports?" She asked.
Steve rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah, reports are done. We need to talk to you about the wedding."
Y/N looked at the smirk on Sharon's face. "Oh, no. Don't take it personal Sharon but I don't need anymore bridesmaids"
Sharon laughed "I'm not interested in being your bridesmaid. This is much bigger than that."
Y/N looked at Steve confused "What is she talking about?"
Steve looked at the floor "We were just talking and I think we should cancel the wedding."
Her stomach dropped and she stammered for a minute until she could speak coherently "Cancel the wedding? Why?"
Sharon scoffed "Because he deserves better than you."
"Steve? What's going on? Why is she here?"
He finally looked her in the eye "Look, sweetheart. You know that I love you-"
"Do I?" She snapped "I'm not feeling very loved"
"We just aren't sure getting married is a good idea. As Captain America I have a lot of responsibilities and expectations on my shoulders. I don't know if marrying a former Widow sets a good example. Especially since you can't have kids." Steve tried to explain
"I suppose Sharon would be a better match? What did she say to you, Steve? Two days ago we were fine and you were looking forward to this just as much as I was. You spend a couple of days with Sharon and I'm suddenly not good enough for you?" BB snapped
"And Why do you keep saying we? Why is she in the middle of this?" She looked at his face but his eyes wouldn't meet hers but then she saw something "Steve, is that a hickey on your neck? How long has this been going on?"
Steve's hand moved quickly to cover up the mark "I know this seems like it's coming out of left field but the people might not understand me marrying someone like you" he explained awkwardly
She bristled "Someone like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Do Nat and Bucky know you think we are beneath you?"
Steve tried to take her hand but she pulled away as if he had bitten her "You know what it means, a former red room assassin. Marrying you would hurt my reputation, would hurt the country."
She slapped him "You son of a bitch. None of this is news, you told me a million times that my past doesn't matter. How would dumping your fiance help your reputation?
And Since when do you care about image and reputation? The Steve I fell in love with didn't care about all that. He cared about loyalty and doing what's right regardless of how it looked. You're obviously not that man."
Her face went blank, her eyes cold and emotionless "How. Long. Have. You. Been. Fucking her?"
Sharon scoffed "That gutter talk is one of many reasons you aren't right for him. And we've been together since I came back. You were just a placeholder"
BB glared at Sharon "You did this. You've been trying to get him back since he helped you get a pardon. I guess you win. He's all yours, just let me get my stuff moved."
She took off her engagement ring and dropped it on the coffee table then walked away to box up her things.
As BB carried boxes to her old room she ran into Nat and Bucky who looked confused by her tears and moving boxes
Bucky went to help her "What happened, Doll? Is this going to storage or something?"
When Bucky took the boxes she tried to speak up but couldn't and raced for her old room where she fell onto the bed, sobbing. Nat followed her and held her friend until the crying calmed.
BB looked up at Nat and Bucky with red, swollen eyes and whispered "He dumped me, wants to cancel the wedding. Said I'm not good enough for Captain America, it wouldn't look right for him to marry a former widow who couldn't have kids. He always told me he didn't care about any of that. It was Sharon, somehow she convinced him. She said they've been together since she came back." She couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
Bucky growled "I'm gonna kill him. I can't believe her would do this to you."
"No Jamie, please stay with me." BB pleaded.
Bucky nodded and leaned back against the headboard. BB laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his left arm around her rubbing up and down her back. Nat cuddled into his right side and laced her fingers with BB's hand on his chest. It didn't take long for the exhaustion to knock her out.
Bucky leaned over to kiss Nat, full and soft on the lips then the other way to kiss BB on her forehead "I dont know if I can let her go again, Nat. It kills me that she's hurting and Steve caused it. I want the three of us back together. Like we used to be." He whispered softly.
"I know love. He promised me that he wouldn't hurt her. We can't change what he did but I will do everything in my power to help her move on and to make Steve and that bitches life miserable."
Bucky chuckled softly "I know you will, my love. Just let me know what I can do to help."
BB woke up a couple of hours later because her stomach was growling. When she remembered where she was and why her stomach turned. She was still laying half on Bucky but Nat had gotten up awhile ago.
Bucky kissed her forehead "Hey beautiful. Did you have a good rest?"
BB tried to smile but her eyes started to fill up with tears and he pulled her close "Sshhh, it's alright Doll. I'm here. Nat and I will always be here for you."
"Where did she go?"
Bucky squeezed her "Nat went to get us something to eat, we didn't think you would want to deal with everyone tonite. Wanda made a stew and French bread."
BB sighed "Thank you Jamie. I don't know how I would survive without you and Nat. I don't understand why Steve is being like this." Tears started pooling in her eyes.
"I dont know baby but we've got you. Always." He tried to comfort her.
In the dining room dinner was loud like always, the returning team members telling stories about the last mission, some more believable than others. Sam loved to embellish.
When Nat came out alone Sam asked her "Where's your old man? You wear him out already?" He teased.
But before she could answer Steve came out holding Sharon's hand, causing Sam to do a double take "Excuse me, Cap? What the hell? Where's your girl?"
Steve held up his and Sharon's hands "Right here, where she belongs."
Sharon smirked and the table went silent while Steve acted like it was no big deal.
"Since when is Sharon your girl? What about BB?" Sam was getting angry
Steve sighed "We decided to cancel the wedding. It wasn't working"
"Go on, Rogers. Tell them what you did. Tell them why it wasn't working. Why you betrayed my friend." Nat spat at him.
Sharon rolled her eyes "That's between me and Steve, we are soulmates, meant to be together."
Nat growled "Sharon you need to shut the fuck up before I make you. Just remember karma is a bitch and so am I." She strode away with dinner for BB, Bucky and herself. Laughing at the sound of Sam, Wanda, Tony and Clint tearing into Steve.
When Nat returned to BBs room, BB had calmed down some and taken a quick shower. She couldn't eat much but forced a little down.
Clint stopped by to see how she was doing, he was like a brother to BB. She cried a little more but felt like she was out of tears already. Clint gave her a bear hug and promised to always be there for her. Even offered to take her to stay with him and Laura if she needed to get away. BB declined but thanked him and he headed home for a few days.
After watching some silly movies they all settled down to sleep.
BB was heartbroken, her chest felt hollow, like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on. She knew she was in for a rough time trying to deal with a breakup while still seeing the ex and his new partner every day but she also knew that she would always have Nat and Bucky. She fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 18
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader
Words: 3,462
Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: FIGHT OR FLIGHT
Clearly, Steve has never been on a family road trip before; a fact that you had become painfully aware of (literally) while squished in the backstreet of the tiniest getaway car ever 'borrowed'.
"I think we're all adults here," he assured, but he's awfully quiet now as he has been for the last thirty minutes. Only once did he meet your silent glare in the rearview mirror as you both suffered another round of bickering between Sam and Bucky. All adults? Well, he thought wrong.
Naturally, you're very happy for a chance to finally stretch your legs and breathe your own air while Steve meets with the rest of your little makeshift team of fugitives. Aside from Clint who you give a mock salute to as a greeting, you don't know the others personally, although you assume the girl must be the famous Wanda Maximoff Natasha's mentioned from time to time. As for the overly excited Captain America fan, you don't know who he's supposed to be, not that you won't likely find out later.
"There's still time to turn back," Bucky warns quietly, crossing his arms over the car roof.
You're leaning against it next to him, "Nope, you're stuck with me, Barnes. Wherever you go, I go."
He doesn't appear too disappointed, replying merely with a nod, yet his anxiety's clearly there. Whether it's because you guys could lose out there or the idea that all these people will be risking themselves for his sake, you're not sure, however you set a hand over his gently, something that's become your wordless language of comfort; he has no complaints.
A German voice echoes through the car lot, gaining everyone's attention including Steve's. He looks around uneasily which isn't surprising; even he must be worried regarding how this might play out, "Alright, that's our cue to get moving. Suit up."
As everyone begins passing out uniforms, you suddenly groan and rest your head against the car dramatically much to Bucky's concern, "What's wrong?"
"...It's only just now occurred to me that I've been wearing pajamas this entire time...I'm gonna be fighting, like, half the Avengers in my pajamas - and they're not even cool ones!" You whine, your face burning with embarrassment (and slight jealousy). It's amazing what goes unnoticed when you've been repeatedly attacked both physically and mentally throughout the last forty eight hours.
"Yeaaah, as much as I'd love to see you roundhouse kick someone with flannel pants on, Steve asked that I bring you a little something different," although your misery is apparently very amusing to watch, Clint takes pity upon you despite his smirk and grabs a stack of clothes from the back of his van.
This outfit certainly surpasses any expectation you had which only anticipated something simple and more dignified than pajamas. It consists of a black, long-sleeved jumpsuit with silver seams made from a flexible yet durable material completed with slim shoes built in. Set on top of the stack is a pair of fingerless gloves, a utility belt, and a small handle without any blade, however when Clint picks it up and turns one of the dials, a baton stick appears with a glow of blue electricity around it.
"Figured it was about time you got your own suit. No more fighting in formal work clothes or pajamas," Steve comments. When you look at him, you catch sight of the gentler glimmer hidden behind his amused smile. Bouncing on your heels, you happily thank both him and Clint before hurrying around the car to change.
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"Alright, listen up everyone. The original plan was to take a chopper, but since Stark hasn't wasted any time getting here, we'll have to switch things up a bit. He likely has eyes all over the tarmac, so I'll be going out there on my own. When he confronts me, I'll keep him distracted for as long as possible. That'll hopefully give us time to see who else is here and gain an idea as to what his game plan must be. It'll also give us time to find out how he arrived since I refuse to believe Stark would take public air.
"The Quinjet is likely hidden around here somewhere. Sam, I want you to scout it out using Red Wing. Sneak inside the airport, taking cover there with Bucky and (Y/n) while you search. Wanda and Clint will keep an eye on the situation from the parking deck while Scott will cover me from nearby. Remain unnoticed until Sam locates the Quinjet. That's when we'll make a move for it."
Pinning down the Quinjet's location was the easy part, however getting to it would be far more challenging especially considering the party Tony's gathered.
Based on what you had overheard through the comms, Rhodey and Natasha have picked Tony's side along with the company of two newcomers, one being the same cat-guy who attacked Bucky back at the apartments. Earlier, Steve told you that his name's T'Challa and that his father was a causality in the UN bombing which explains that kitty's determination in stopping Bucky. You unfortunately have no information on the last person until hearing a thud against the airport windows.
Sam, Bucky, and you had already been running to hanger five when the person dressed in a red and blue spandex suit starts crawling across the glass after your trio. Before much can be said as a reaction, they push off then use their momentum to shatter through the window, ultimately kicking Sam across the hall; he only had time to brace himself for the impact.
Bucky spins around, blocking you while throwing a punch at Sam's attacker, however his fist is easily caught midair by the kid - yes, kid, judging on the youthful tone of his voice.
"Woah, you have a metal arm? That's so awesome, dude!"
Having someone easily stop the full force of a super soldier's punch takes Bucky off guard, leaving him dumbfounded for a pause which is long enough for Sam to recover. On his feet, he quickly charges at the boy - who seems to be spider themed provided the tiny spider design on his chest and web patterns of his suit - then lifts him into the air away from the two of you.
"Ugh, I can't believe Tony brought a child to a fight. The hell was he thinking!" You complain aloud, chasing after Sam and spider-boy with Bucky remaining close by your side.
They tussle with each other near the ceiling of the building, spider-boy eventually getting away, although that doesn't stop the fight as he pursues Sam by swinging on webs and weaving through the rafters. Meanwhile, Bucky and you aren't too far behind.
Even with the new weapon provided to you by Clint, there's nothing you can personally do to help given this fight's height, but the same doesn't apply to Bucky. Ripping an advertisement sign from the ground, he tosses it towards spider-boy, only hesitating afterwards when you give a shout of disapproval, yet the sign had already left his hands by that point. Fortunately, spider-boy turns around at just the right moment, leaping out of the way before he can be hit.
"Bucky!"
"What?!"
"He's a child-!"
"-Hey buddy, I think you lost this!" Your complaint is cut short when Bucky grabs your shoulders and pulls you against him behind a pillar. He leans over you, keeping you close as the sign is sent flying back towards the two of you with enough force to cut through the pillar mere inches away from Bucky's head.
Looking back at the damage, you shallow whatever concern you once had over the kid, deciding to worry less about morals right now and more about not being killed yourselves. Thus, when spider-boy's distracted by Sam, Bucky and you move to find cover elsewhere behind an information stall that isn't sliced in half.
As you both keep an eye on things from there and await an opening to help Sam, a web is shot at his gear, causing him to crash into a phone market below. Stumbling to his feet, he tries to engage again, however more webs are shot at his hands, sticking him down to the railing behind.
When the boy swings towards Sam with legs drawn forward in preparation to kick him, Bucky runs forward, attempting to shield Sam, not that it does too much good. Both men get kicked off the edge together, landing on ground-level where spider-boy then webs them to the floor.
You curse to yourself at this, crouching along the many chairs and stalls to quietly yet swiftly make your way to the paused elevators. You're thankful that, by the time you get down to them, Sam has used Red Wing to grab spider-boy and toss him out the window which will hopefully buy you guys time to at least get out of this cramped building.
"You guys okay?"
"I'll be better when I get this stuff off of me," Sam grumbles, unable to even sit up on his own due to both of his arms being practically glued together, "I don't even want to know what it is!"
Looking over the sticky substance with a scrunched nose, you realize there's no way it can simply be pulled off given its strength, "...Hold on, I have an idea."
Taking your baton, you mess with the dials a bit to get the exact setting you desire. At first, the same electric current from before appears with a sharp buzz causing Sam to jerk away and shake his head rapidly, "Oh no - No way! Do not electrocute me! If you're gonna run an experiment, test it on Bucky first!"
"Hey!"
"Just - Hold. Still. You won't get electrocuted-" Turning the dial all the way, the baton stick disappears, but leaves the blue current which pulls together with a blow of air, transforming into a blue flame. It surprises even you, being much too strong until you turn a second dial that brings the torch down, "-You'll get burned, but that's only the worst case scenario and if you move!"
Needless to say, your words bring Sam little comfort. Bucky, on the other hand, is very amused until it's his turn.
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Racing onto the tarmac, it doesn't take long to spot the rest of your team. Everyone’s heading in the same direction with a concerning lack of any tails, however it doesn’t take long to find them. Seconds after making it out into the open, a golden ray burns through the cement, cutting off your paths.
The newcomer is yet another Avenger you haven’t met yet. If you had to guess, you'd say he must be Vision, your sort-of-grandnephew going off of what you've been told, but that's a looong headache of a story you're happy you weren't involved with judging on Natasha's account.
"Captain Rogers, I know you believe you're in the right here, however for the collective good, you must surrender now," the rest of the Avengers stand behind Vison, coming together as a barrier between you and the Quinjet.
"What's your call, Cap?"
"We fight," there's no hesitation in his voice nor feet as he begins marching forward despite this roadblock. The rest of you, while showing some concern, follow his lead.
Your pace starts out as a jog then slowly picks up speed until a full sprint towards Stark’s team, your speed mirrored by them as they, too, show no signs of backing down, fully intending to meet you head on which is precisely what they end up doing.
As expected, it's immediate chaos filled with flying fists, blasts, magic, and arrows; a whole collection of superhero powers coming together not to fight a crazed villain, but each other. It's an uncomfortable thought regardless of how many of these people are total strangers to you. If they're here helping Tony, they must be good at heart, after all, it's unfortunately your side that's made up of criminals.
You take some sort of solace in putting your arm up to block a kick to your face which seemed too lazy to actually carry any malice. It might not be appropriate provided the timing, yet you take zero shame in giving a friendly nod to the leg’s owner, “Hey Nat.”
"Hey," she swings her leg down, throwing a punch your way instead. She’s going easy on you - as easy as a black widow can go, anyways, since the force of her punch still burns against your palm when you catch it. She has to keep you on your toes, doesn’t she?
“I like the suit. Is it new?”
"First time wearing it!" You announce proudly, standing back while gesturing down your body. You punctuate your sentence by throwing a punch her way.
She dodges with ease. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards herself roughly, she pins your arm under hers, "Looks good."
"Thanks," she then tries to flip you, but you maneuver against her too quickly, grabbing hold of both her forearms to keep her at a distance. You both keep your grips on each other's arms, smirking the other down until Natasha suddenly pushes you back. A flash of light hits a few feet away, not close enough to be a danger to either of you, just to get your attention.
"Mind if I cut in?" Clint saunters over, nodding his head to the other side of the tarmac, "I think Barnes could use a new partner himself.”
Following his gaze, you realize he's right. T'Challa has Bucky alone, the two engaged in a close fist fight. Thus, you leave Natasha to Clint, rushing to grab your baton and reach Bucky's side. By the time you get there, T'Challa has him knocked down and pinned against a stack of crates.
His focus is taken, preventing him from noticing you until you swing the electrified baton square into his back. It’s plenty strong, resulting in his knees buckling and body freezing in place as he deals with the buzzing pain. Bucky then sweeps his legs out from under him, throwing him to the ground.
"You good?" You have to ask even if Bucky’s already on his feet ushering you away from the dangerous feline.
He gives quick assurance to his well being, the two of you disappearing behind equipment before anyone can attack either of you again. It's from there that you scan the makeshift battlefield, checking to see if anyone needs help, which seems to be the case for everyone really. Each fighter is occupied, running or zipping across the tarmac with someone always on their tail. No progress has been made towards the Quinjet; you’re still just as far as when Vison first appeared.
"We can't keep fighting them forever. That guy's probably in Siberia by now," Bucky points out, not that you need the extra stress.
Steve takes cover behind some equipment opposite to you two, "I'll cover you while you get to the jet-"
"-Steve, I don't think that's possible," you're quick to argue, "There’s too many eyes in the sky right now and they’re all looking for Bucky. Even if you go out there to fight some more, Tony’s not going to be fooled so easily. If it’s not him, then someone else will just blow past you to get to Bucky; you can’t keep them all at bay.”
"Look Cap, I think we have to face the fact that not all of us are going to get out here," Sam's voice echoes over your ear piece.
"If we're gonna win this, then some of us are going to have to lose it," Clint adds.
"If anyone’s getting on that jet, it at least has to be you and Bucky - (Y/n), too, if you think you can stick together that long."
“...The problem is, even with those who will stay behind as cover, we’re too equally matched to beat these guys. Slipping past isn’t reliable unless we can give Tony a concrete reason to turn his head," you cut in, catching Steve's eyes. He’s clearly not overjoyed about this condition, but not everything can end perfectly especially in a battle, "Right now, this fight alone isn't doing that. We need something bigger - a distraction none of them can't simply turn away from."
"I’ve got something bigger, but I can't hold it for long,” Scott offers, “On my signal, run like hell and if I end up tearing myself in half...Well, don't come back for me."
"How's that going to help us...? He’s going to tear himself in half?" Bucky whispers, but Steve brushes him off.
"You're sure about this, Scott?"
"Yeah, I do it all the time - Okay, once - in a lab...then I passed out...but don't worry! I've got this!"
"Where'd you find this guy again?" You ask, not receiving an answer. Maybe you wouldn't have liked it anyways.
Continuing to keep an eye out on the battlefield, you search for Scott's 'signal' which you assumed would be a shouted call or explosion knowing how Avengers usually work. 'Something bigger' only done in a lab before passing out…? Not a lot to go off of there.
Even if using more of your imagination, you certainly weren't expecting Scott to suddenly appear out of thin air nearly the size of one of the airplanes parked around. He grabs Rhodey mid-flight and tosses him across the airport which provides enough of a distraction (and a clear enough signal) for Steve, Bucky, and you to start running towards the Quinjet.
Trusting that Scott and others can cause enough mayhem to keep Tony’s team at bay, you ignore much of the crashing behind yourselves with eyes glued forward. Steve leads the way, easily forgetting that not everyone following him is a super soldier, although Bucky takes some more consideration for you, only running a foot or two ahead while looking back every few seconds to ensure you don't get separated.
You're almost there when a beam is sent flying past, hitting the tower above the hanger which sends it crashing down in a cloud of dust. For a handful of seconds, the debris pauses with the help of Wanda's red magic keeping it up, allowing you all just enough time to roll inside the hanger before the tower finally crashes down behind.
It seems like you're at last in the green, the tower’s destruction appearing to have successfully blocked anyone else from getting over too quickly, however not everyone missed your plan until now.
Standing between you three and the Quinjet is Natasha who steps forward with a tired sigh, "You're not gonna stop, are you?"
"You know I can't," Steve answers, his voice sympathetic at the least.
Natasha then glances at you. You don't say anything, but you don't need to since your eyes do enough pleading as does the image of you standing beside Bucky. Your stance does waiver when put up against one of your closest friends, yet it’s clear that you have no intentions of abandoning him even for her.
Natasha had always been your friend, but your bond had grown much stronger once she became the only person you’ve ever trusted with Hollie. After listening to your stories and woes for the last two years, she’s come to understand the inner turmoil you suffer from, often in silence.
As crazy as it had been to accept back then, she now realizes the true extent of challenges encountered by someone with their past life’s memories. She knows it hasn’t been easy for you - far from it - and she knows how much joy it’s brought you being able to be with Bucky again. He had been tragedy ripped away from you in the past without any form of goodbye; as someone who knows all too well what that feels like from their own personal experience, Natasha can’t blame you for holding onto him so tightly even if it divides you from your other friends and family.
Shaking her head slightly, she returns her gaze to Steve, raising her arm in his direction, "...I'm going to regret this."
You inhale, preparing for the heartache that would come with a loss, however Natasha doesn't shoot a taser at Steve. Instead, it goes past him, hitting a different target: T'Challa who had just made his way over the debris, prepared to lunge before Natasha's betrayal which stops him in his tracks.
"Go."
Steve and Bucky take this chance without hesitation, rushing to get on the Quinjet, yet you stay temporarily, long enough to show your relief through an airy voice, "I'm really racking up my debt to you, Nat."
"And I still plan to cash in on it some day," she winks, returning your genuine smile before you hurry after the boys. You have a long flight to make, after all.
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reading update: December edition
hi all! while I already did my roundup for every book I read in 2022 and included the books I read in December, they still haven't gotten their own special little recap because the last few days of 2023 were crazy hectic and I didn't have the time. now that I'm back in the office (barf, gag) with hours to kill, let's rewind and look at the year's last batch of books!
what I read:
The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017) - excellently concise and thorough breakdown of why policing simply is not beneficial or even practical for the communities it allegedly serves. strongly recommend, I highlighted so much.
Glitterati (Oliver K. Langmead, 2022) - a book that was so infuriatingly close to being one of my favorite books of the year, until it shot itself in the dick in the last quarter. Glitterati starts out as a Vantablack-dark comedy absolutely skewering ultrawealthy celebrity influencer paparazzi aesthetic culture, and for most of the way Langmead does an admirable balancing act making out protagonist, Simone, utterly reprehensible in his alienation from anything human and sincere while also making clear that Simone and people like him are fundamentally hollow, miserable shells. (one detail that sticks with me so clearly is the mention that Simone loved playing the cello, but gave it up because he was too afraid of getting calluses.) when I say that Langmead fumbled massively by (spoilers) writing a happy ending pseudo-redemption arc for Simone I'm not saying that out of some asinine belief that it's Morally Wrong to show bad people growing and changing because that encourages readers to emulate their bad behavior; I just think this novel really seemed like it had something to say and then balked at the last minute in order to conform to a more conventional narrative structure. it's disappointing, reader. I'm disappointed.
Bruce Wayne: Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - Fugitive isn't as strong as the preceding Murderer by a country mile - it feels much less tightly organized, and meanders on a bit too long - but frankly all of that is worth it for a scene of Bruce Wayne sincerely apologizing to his family for being an insufferable bitch who's unpleasant to be around 99% of the time. while I was reading Murderer I made a post about how I can't fuck with much of Batfamily fanon and Wayne Family Adventures-style writing that posits the Bats as generally well-adjusted, endlessly supportive, and excruciatingly aware of their various troubles, and I think this is why: the moments of emotional vulnerability feel so much more satisfying when they're extracted from a rotten mess of misunderstandings rather than the default.
Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022) - C.L. Polk is one of those authors who has my attention immediately whenever they drop something new, and this novella did NOT disappoint. a crisp and stylish noir murder mystery following a lesbian couple navigating the forces of heaven and hell through mid-century Chicago, this story begs to be devoured in a single sitting.
Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976) - I wanted to like this book so much, and I do like parts. but the high highs are contrasted with low lows, and sometimes Louis' incessant whinging had me skimming for pages at a time. I'm afraid that my love of morbidly depressed bisexual vampires with complicated family dynamics won't be enough to keep me reading, Anne.
The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman et al, 1991) - this isn't my personal favorite Sandman arc, but I think it is maybe the most iconic and honestly? deserved for Wanda alone. much like Season of Mists, there's a compelling point to be made here that some of the best Sandman stories are the ones with as little of the actual Sandman as possible. love the grumpy bastard, but sometimes you need a nice long break from his shit.
America Is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - a last minute entry that stole my whole heart. you may recall me absolutely swooning over Castillo's essay collection, How to Read Now, that was released earlier this year, and I'm so glad I decided to seek out her novel so promptly. America Is Not the Heart is a gorgeous coming of age for a 30-something doctor from the Philippines remaking her life after being released from a prison camp and moving to California to live with her uncle's family. she bonds with her baby cousin, she develops a big fat crush on the local faith healer's granddaughter, she remembers how to have friends. it just painfully beautiful in a lot of ways and got me so good; I can't recommend it enough.
White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020) - a lightning-fast, brilliantly organized read that dives DEEP into the impact of racist colonial laws around the globe and how they contribute to misogynoir and other forms of racialized misogyny today. there's a particular motherlode of information about the sexual politics of interracial sex under colonialism and slavery - the dehumanization of Black and brown women considered perpetually sexually available to white men, the demonization of Black and brown men seen as sexual threats to white women and white supremacy by extension, the difficulties of knowing if any interracial relationship could truly be considered consensual under such conditions. I've got several books on the intersection of sex, sexuality, and racism on my to-read list for the year, and this felt like as good a place as any to start.
what I'm reading now:
Jade Legacy (Fonda Lee, 2021) - I'm so excited for the conclusion of the Green Bone Saga, even though this book is like 700+ goddamn pages long. I truly cannot extend enough thanks to the person who ruined my reading poll by doing the exact thing I told everyone not to do and complaining about one of the options; it made me read Jade City immediately and I've loved every second of the series since.
Shit Cassandra Saw (Gwen E. Kirby, 2022) - very cool short story collection, one of my favorite covers ever
what's next:
Catwoman: Lonely City (Cliff Chiang, 2021) - Cliff Chiang's striking art was one of my favorite parts of Paper Girls, and I'm beyond excited to see his illustrations for a one-last-heist story about Selina Kyle
Where It Rains in Color (Denise Crittendon, 2022) - splashy new sci-fi and one of the only 2022 releases that I couldn't get my mitts on before the year was over!
Babel, Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution (R.F. Kuang, 2022) - I'm going to be so real: I've had R.F. Kuang's Poppy War series sitting on my TBR forever and wasn't in any particular hurry to get around to it, but seeing white bookstagrammers complaining about this book's """"reverse racism""" made me more interested in reading it than literally any actual marketing campaign could have.
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So because of your MoM posts I have to say...
I REALLY want to like the movie but I just can't. The trailers hyped it up so much. I LOVE Wanda but... No. Just no. She'd NEVER hurt a child, not even when it comes to obtaining more power.
The Darkhold explanation is so incredibly stupid. Like look at Agatha, not even she has been influenced that badly and she's been using it for centuries.
And how come that Wanda has no problem with killing innocent people, even a kid, when in every instance we've seen so far (I.e. Civil War and WandaVision) she's fell in a hole realizing that she caused innocent people to suffer or telling herself that her actions only made everyone else happier, not worse?
When I heard the rumors about Captain Carter I was SO hyped up. From the cameos, she's definitely been my favorite aside from Maria.. But they were no deal for Wanda? Gotta say, their deaths should have been switched up. Peggy is still a super soldier while Maria has cosmic powers.
The scenes with Billy and Tommy were probably my favorites as that's when Wanda could be what she's longing to be. But how come she has the exact same children, Vision nowhere to be found nor heard about and Wanda deciding to destroy her variant's life only to make herself more happy?
I also doubt that she's dead like... No way will they give her such a boring death.
I doubt she's dead as well...people are saying Elizabeth Olsen is signed on for more films and its been rumored that Scarlet Witch may have a solo film and even a Children's Crusade adaption, so....unlikely she's dead. MCU might slowly start to pull a comics where character briefly dies but is somehow brought back later.
Honestly, Wanda is sooo confusing with motivations. Like, she wants her kids back despite knowing they were never real, but she doesn't want Vision back anymore or Pietro even??? Like??? People have pointed out this is continuing the MCU's love to bring motherhood up in bad ways- aka first instance being in AOU with Natasha....somehow thinking she's a monster for being forcefully sterilized- and its just....I would say did no one what they were doing, but plot twist: the guy who wrote the dumpster fire that was Loki....also wrote this film. So uh, not saying this man has a habit with his MCU writing, but....he may have one going for him, just saying.
Honestly, Agatha really must be staring at Wanda. Because MoM implies its the darkhold with the Xavier scene, but like.....never do anything with it??? Like??? Is it the darkhold or is it Wanda?? Because of course, it gets murky as Wanda is using it for her own gain, aka to find the twins again and....literally justifies wanting to torture and kill America....with how it'll make her happy to have the twins again....after obviously killing her own variant to get them. Like....and the fact that she literally threatens Strange with killing everyone at the temple if they don't surrender America and proceeds to do so to the point she burns Sara alive for destroying the dark-hold, really makes it hard to say its all the darkhold. A-lot of it may as well have been Wanda at this rate, given her threat to kill everyone on the planet at one point apparently....
Honestly, given the film is now trying to act like Wanda never asked for her powers when....she willingly volunteered to get the powers, its not surprising they forgot she didn't like killing people in civil war. Because they only saw the hype of villain Wanda and that's it. Zero effort with her beyond evil. And I'm meh with Captain Carter, but Captain Marvel!Maria's death is disturbing when you remember how Wanda also hurt Monica back in W/V and now kills Monica's mother's variant....because we can't have shit in the MCU.
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noshitbarnes · 1 year
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Better Now?: Chapter 2
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC
Summary: Sophia was 18 when Hydra kidnapped her, gave her abilities, and made her their new secret weapon. Now, flash-forward 9 years later and she’s living with the Avengers, trying to live with everything she did, and trust those she now calls teammates.
Warnings: language
Word Count: 1,960
Better Now? Masterlist
TWO DAYS LATER
“Do you think she’s ok?” Natasha asks while sipping her coffee, “I mean, it’s been two days and none of us have even seen her.”
“FRIDAY said she’s just been sleeping. Lord knows the last time that girl’s gotten a good night’s rest,” Tony says picking at his food, but eventually pushes the plate away, “we all knew this might happen at first.”
"I dunno Tones," Rhodey sighs, leaning back in his chair, "I'm starting to get worried."
"Just give her some space,” Wanda chimes in, “she’ll come out when she’s ready, we can’t force that on her."
"Alright, but how do we know if she’s eating?” Rhodey asks, “None of us have actually seen her eat.”
“Well,” Wanda purses her lips and stands up from the table to walk into the kitchen, “I’ll make her a plate and set it outside her door, so she doesn’t have to come out, and she can eat if she's hungry.”
“Like she’s a kitten?” Bucky lightly chuckles and Wanda glares at him, “Ok, sorry, that was mean.”
Wanda rolls her eyes, “She clearly isn’t ready to come and join us yet, which is understandable,” she then glares at Bucky, “you should be more understanding.”
“I said sorry,” Bucky’s voice darkens, “trust me, I do understand.”
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Sophia was laying in bed staring up at the night sky through the skylights above her bed. She hadn’t really looked at the sky in years, she almost forgot how beautiful it could be. The stars  twinkle down brightly, dancing in the sky, causing a smile to form on her face. Ever since she was a little girl the sky always fascinated her. Back home in Dresden, on Saturday nights her older sister, Kylie, would take her out to a field that was outside the city limits, it was remote, and not many people in town knew about it. They both would lay out on a blanket and watch the stars, for hours. Kylie always loved how happy Sophia was while looking at them, how nothing else in the world matter anymore.
Sophia lays there reminiscing, wondering what her future will hold, when a soft knock at the door breaks her from her thoughts, “Hey, Sophia, it’s Wanda. I brought you some food. I’ll just leave it out here for you ok?”
Sophia lets out the breath she didn't even realize she was holding and gets up from the bed. It hadn't been her intention to stay in her room the past two days and only come out at 1am to eat food, she just wasn't ready for any kind of small talk yet. She didn’t know what to say or what to talk about, she'd been held hostage to do Hydra's bidding for the past nine years, what exactly was she suppose to talk about? The weather or the best way to kill a man when all you have is a toothbrush? After taking a deep breath, she reaches for the doorknob and opens it.
“Oh,” Wanda was still there holding the plate, “I didn’t expect you to come to the door,” she smiles softly and hands it to Sophia, “it’s spaghetti, Steve made it.”
After taking the plate, Sophia smiles softly at the food then up at the woman standing before her, “I didn’t know Captain America could cook.”
Wanda giggles and shrugs, “He’s actually really good, just don’t tell him I said that,” she winks and starts to walk away, when Sophia calls out to her.
“Um, c-can I ask you something?” she turns back around and nods, “I hope this doesn't bother you, but, uh, Clint told me that you went through, um, something similar to me,” Sophia takes a deep breath and continues, “he didn't tell me what, but um, I was wondering how did you get use to all of this?” she gestures to the compound.
Wanda nods slowly, "Well, I'm going to be honest with you, I didn't get kidnapped, I volunteered for, um, all of that," she sighs and fidgets with her fingers, “but when my brother died that's when reality hit me the hardest. See, we were twins, we did everything together, he was my world, and then suddenly he was gone," she pauses for a moment looking at the floor, seemingly lost in her own mind, but then shakes her head and looks up at Sophia, “I did like you did though, stayed in my room, not ready to face the world alone,” she pauses, “I didn’t go through exactly what you did, so I can’t tell you the right way to adjust. Everyone is different, so do what you need to make yourself better.”
“I’m not making anyone mad by staying in here, am I?”
“No, of course not,” she smiles softly and takes a small step forward, “everyone here has been through something at one point in life. We will give you time and space because it can help.”
Sophia nods slowly, “Thanks.”
“If you need anything or if you want to talk to someone, I’m right across the hall. No matter the time, just come and get me,” she smiles sweetly and gestures to the food, “now eat, food helps too.”
TWO WEEKS LATER
Sophia purses her lips and looks herself over in the mirror, Wanda had given her some of her clothes last week because she was worried; of course Sophia tried to refuse, but that was pointless, Wanda was really strong willed for such a small person. Wanda had given her a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had a picture of a pug in a top hat on it— everyone loves dogs. Clint had stopped by as well, shortly after Wanda had, to give her a little present of his own before he left for a mission. It was a small bracelet that he had picked up a few days before from a shop in town, he got himself one too so that they could match. It had a small silver arrow charm which was threaded through some purple and black string. It was simple, but Sophia absolutely loved it and hadn't taken it off since.
Today though, Sophia decided that it was time to venture out into the compound and see what all went on during the day. She was thinking since it was the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday, most of the team would either be on a mission or busy with training, so they wouldn't even notice her presence walking around. After taking a calming breath, she slowly opens her bedroom door and walks down the hallway making her way to the kitchen, deciding that food needed to come first.
“Hey Sophia, what’s up?”
Sophia had barley make it into the kitchen when a voice caught her off guard. She looks in the direction it came from, to find Steve and Bucky playing chess on one side of the room, near the window, “Oh, um, I got hungry.”
They both nod but don't look up from the chess board, so she makes her way into the kitchen to see what’s stocked. She weren’t extremely hungry, she really just wanted a snack to hold her over until dinner time. Dinner at the compound seemed to usually consist of a bunch of food, so she didn’t want to get too full. Opening the fridge and scanning the shelves, Sophia didn't know what she wanted. There were just too many options! Tony really kept the place stocked.
“There’s some apples if you just want something small,” Sophia turns around to find Bucky smiling at her from across the kitchen counter on a nearby stool, “Barton said those are your favorite, so Tony made sure to have some around,” he points to the apples that were on the counter and she smiles slightly, Clint was right about the apples.
“Um, thanks,” Sophia closes the fridge, picks up an apple from the basket, and rinses it off in the sink, “so, what are you guys doing?”
“We’re playing chess, but Steve isn’t very good.”
“I heard that,” Steve shouts from across the room, still staring at the board, “I’m rusty, ok.”
Sophia smiles slightly and Bucky rolls his eyes, “Do you play?”
She hesitates and takes a bite of her apple, “I haven’t played since,” she takes a deep breath and looks and the countertop, “um, it’s been a while.”
Bucky smiles gently and tilts his head trying to look into her eyes, “Well, if you want, you can play winner.”
Sophia shakes her head, “No thanks, I was gonna walk around for a bit,” she continues to eat her apple and then says, "um, is Clint or Wanda around?”
Bucky's smile fades slightly and he shakes his head, "Wanda went shopping across the street with Pepper, and then Barton is still on a mission," he looks to the ceiling, thinking, "he should be back in a day or two," he then looks back to Sophia and smiles sweetly, which just made her more nervous, she's never been good around attractive people, "Barton talks about you a lot, you two seem close."
Sophia shrug, "I don't know how close, but he did get me this," you lift up your left hand and show him the bracelet, "I really like it, purple is my favorite color, he has one that matches it too," she takes another bite of her apple and look to the kitchen counter again, not wanting to look him in the eyes.
Bucky smiles and looks to her wrist where the bracelet is, "That's nice, it's good to know he can make friends outside Nat."
Sophia brings her arm back down and tilts her head, looking at his arm, just noticing it wasn't flesh, but metal, well different metal, a type she hadn't seen before. It’s not that she knew nothing about the people here, but she wasn't exactly keeping up with the news while being tortured. Bruce did tell her a few things, but she didn't recall him saying anything about a metal armed person. Clint on the other hand, mentioned that Bucky had been tortured as well, he even suggested she talk with him about some of the things she went through and that he could probably help her cope with how to live with herself— she didn't want any part of that. She didn’t want to revisit her past, not just yet.
Sophia nods her head toward Bucky's arm, “Does it hurt?”
Bucky's eyes widen and Sophia can feel Steve stiffen up from the other side of the room. After a moment of hesitation Bucky looks at his arm then back to her, “Not physically.”
Sophia continues eating her apple and nods, “I get it,” she glances at her hands and sigh. She then finishes her apple and tosses it in the trash can, “I’ll see you both later then.”
“Do you want someone to go with you?” he stands up quickly and walks over to meet her at the doorway, making Sophia's eyes grow wide at his sudden quickness, “I mean, I can show you around if you want. It can be a little overwhelming at first.”
Sophia smiles shyly, “Um, thank you, but I wanna explore on my own right now.”
Bucky purses his lips and smiles flatly, “Ok, see you later.”
Sophia then gives a small goodbye wave to Steve and she begins her journey through the compound.
**********
Bucky watches her walk out of the kitchen and turns his attention back to Steve, who’s smirking at him, “What?”
Steve shakes his head and smiles, “You’re obvious, ya know that?" he turns back to the chess board, "Good thing for you that she doesn’t know you well enough to notice.”
Bucky knew what he meant, but he didn’t want to talk about it, “Obvious about what?” he walks back over to the table and sits down.
Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, “You never talk to new people, hell you rarely talk to people," Steve smirked while looking at the chess table, "she’s beautiful, so I get it,” Steve tried to hide a smile, but was unsuccessful, “just don’t do anything stupid.”
Now it was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes, “I’m not going to do anything. I was just trying to be nice.”
Which was true, Sophia was still recovering from what Hydra had done to her and he knew all too well what that entailed. He just thought she could use someone to talk to, who knew what it was like to be used that way, to tell her ways to cope, or to help distract her. Then again she had Clint and Bruce for all of that, she even had Wanda now. Why would she need him? After living here for a few years, the nightmares had gotten better, no where near gone, but Bucky was able to sleep better. He was even able to go on missions, although Steve didn’t let him go on as many as he really wanted. Despite what Steve says, he does talk to people, just not as much as Sam or Wanda do with everyone else. There's still a few people that Bucky is awkward around like Tony and Vision, but he knew that would get better, it would just take some time.
“If you say so,” Steve said mater-of-factly and then turned his attention back to the game.
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“Holy shit, this place is huge,” Sophia says under her breath.
“Yeah, it can be a bit much at first,” Bruce said chuckling, “but you’ll get use to it, you’re a smart girl.”
Sophia had managed to find her way to the R&D lab and decided to stick around and watch Bruce work. It was interesting and if she had a question he would bring it down to her level, so that she could understand it. Not that she was dense, she graduated in the top 5 of her high school class and got a full ride to LMU Munich University, she had the brains, but some of the things that Bruce and Tony worked on at Avengers Compound was above her intellect. Right now, he was working on an implant that would help her control her powers better.
Sophia wrinkles her nose at the device on the table, “So this is going in my brain?”
“Not exactly,” he touches a spot right behind her ear, “just right here. It’ll help you focus, so that you can control your powers more without being so tired. Plus, it’ll calm your nerves, so that you don’t have another incident like the other night.”
Sophia shudders slightly as she recalls that night. A few nights ago, she ended up having to have FRIDAY call Bruce to her room because her left hand was frozen in a block of ice and she couldn’t move her legs. Bruce explained that it was due to stress and a new living situation, but promised he would figure out a way to help her. Thankfully, Wanda was able to relax her mind enough to unfreeze her hand and get her legs back to normal, even with Wanda's powers, it still took some time.
Sophia eye's the device suspiciously, “How exactly will it do that?” after all, it was so tiny, about the size of an almond.
“Right now, your brain is hyper-active. It’s sensing every thing around you as a potential threat. So,“ he types on his tablet and a screen pops up— a recent scan of Sophia's brain, “we need to get your amygdala to relax. You know what that is right?” he smirked, always testing her. 
Sophia rolls her eyes, “Yes, it’s responsible for knowing when there’s a threat and it tags memories to emotions. So,” she looks at her brain scan a bit more— her did look off, so did a lot of things, “you’re telling me that it’s basically just overreacting?”
Bruce shrugs, “In a basic sense, yes, your brain thinks you’re in constant danger, thinking your past memories are your present.”
Sophia crosses her arms and stares at the projection, “So I have PTSD.”
Bruce looks at her rom his periphery and nods, “Yes, which considering what you’ve been through isn’t shocking, I’d be surprised if after all that you came out unscathed,” he sighs, “and since you have enhanced abilities, it’s using your powers to try and protect you; hence why you had a frozen hand.”
Sophia taps her foot to ease her anxiety and growing frustration, “Then my hippocampus isn’t working properly either?”
Bruce glances at her foot, but ignores it for the time being, “It’s nice to have another intelligent person to talk to, besides Tony,” they both laugh and answers her question, “no, it’s not. For the most part, it’s trying. This,” he points to the chip that was one the table, “is going to help counteract them both and hopefully let you sleep in peace and lessen your panic attacks as well. It’s not a cure for your nightmares and anxiety. You're going to have to work with it in order for it to give you 100% of the benefits. If you do that, then you'll feel a lot better,” he taps on his tablet again and her brain scan goes away, “Tony designed the part that is gonna help you control your powers, he’s better at that than I am.”
Sophia nods, “Can’t we just find a cure for me instead?”
Bruce shrugs, “If that were possible, don’t you think I’d use it on myself?”
She looks to the floor, “You’re right, sorry.”
After moving to the compound and letting Sophia getting settled, Bruce had finally told her why he was really part of the Avengers and how he became The Hulk, well the radiation part anyway. Sophia could tell there was still much he didn't want to talk about, but considering his circumstances, she understood. In a way, she felt his pain and didn't pry, giving him the same curtesy he always did with her. She appreciated him even sharing any part of his past with her, she never expected anything like him having an alter ego with an anger problem to be what he shared, but it was something she now knew about him that she didn't before.
“It’s ok," Bruce said flatly, "besides, you asked for my help, so this is me helping."
Sophia moves to sit in a stool across from Bruce at the table he was working at and rests her chin in her hand, “Is it gonna hurt?”
He shakes his head not looking up from what he was doing, “No, you’ll be asleep,” he looks up at her, "you can be awake if you want, but honestly, we decided it would be safer for everyone if we just put you out."
Sophia nods slowly, “Okay, yeah that's probably true.”
He smiles and goes back to work, “So have you gotten to know any of the team yet?”
“Well, Wanda lives across the hall and she’s been amazing, she comes over every once in a while to make sure I’m still breathing," she chuckles slightly and so does Bruce, "Then Clint is next door and he’s really funny, gets my mind off the hell that is my life. He usually brings me coffee in the mornings, but I never drink it, it’s just not like the stuff back home,” she shrugs and purses her lips, “then this morning I ran into Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.”
He shakes his head at her formality, “Did you talk to them?”
Sophia pauses and starts to fiddle with her fingers, “The Sergeant wanted me to play chess, but um, I said no.”
“Oh,” he glances up at her briefly, “well he doesn’t know about that, so you can’t be upset with him.”
“Oh I know, I’m not,” she pauses, “he was just trying to be nice and I appreciate it, I do,” she starts to play with a screwdriver that wasn’t being used at the moment, “he offered to show me around the place too.”
Bruce smiles down at the table, “He’s a good guy, don’t let the arm scare you. He’s been through a lot, just like you.”
“I’m not scared of him,” she glare at him playfully, “a metal arm is not the scariest thing I've seen.”
Bruce looks up and tilts his head, "It's actually vibranium, it's from Wakanda."
Sophia lifts an eyebrow, "It's what from where?"
He chuckles, "There's a lot that even Hydra didn't teach you, we didn't know about them either till a few years ago. It's the same metal Steve's shield's made out of. The country is pretty secretive, but if you wanna know more about it, we can talk about it some other time."
Sophia nods, "That's pretty cool," she continues to flip the screwdriver through her fingers, "but anyway, I'm just not ready to get close with anyone right now. I'm still nervous around Wanda and she's been unbelievable kind to me. It's just difficult to trust people still."
“You realize that you can’t say that,”  Sophia turns around and then rolls her eyes when she sees Tony, “you’re literally baring your soul to, Banner, of all people.”
She turns her attention back to the screwdriver still in her hand, “Hello, Mr. Stark.”
“It’s Tony and hello to you too,” he walks up behind her and takes the screwdriver causing a frown to form on Sophia's face, “this isn’t a toy, kid.”
She furrows her brows together, baffled, “It’s a screwdriver and I’m 27, how does that make me a kid?”
“You’re acting like one,” he sets the screwdriver down— where she can’t reach it— and continues, “anyway, how’s the chip coming?”
“It’s almost done, maybe next week,” Bruce says returning to his work, “I’ll need FRIDAY to run some tests on it, to make sure it’s functional before we implant it.”
“Alright, great,” he smiles— proud of his friend, “I have a meeting to be at, but I wanted to check in first,” he walks by Sophia and puts his hand on her shoulder, “when you’re ready for new clothes, just say the word, and Pep would be more than happy to go shopping with you.”
She laughs, “What’s wrong with this?”
He gave her a judgmental look, “You’re wearing a shirt with a pug on it.”
"And a top hat!" she scolds, “So? You got something against dogs?”
“No, it’s just— weird,” he shakes his head and walks away, “see you both later!”
Both nod at Tony and Sophia gets up from her stool, “Well, I think I’ll walk around some more, leave you to get some work done.”
“You’re not bothering me if that’s what you’re worried about,” Bruce chuckled as a spark flies out of the chip, “Damn it,” he pauses, “ok, yeah, maybe it’s best you go. This isn’t going as I was expecting.”
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aparticularbandit · 2 years
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AND NOW I HAVE THOUGHT BEING THOUGHT ABOUT AVENGERS AND GENERATIONAL DIFFERENCES AND MEMES
I mean I know we got a bunch of Cap and what references he does and does not get.
And Wanda's got her decades of sitcom knowledge.
But Tony speaking only in internet memes from the early days of the internet.
Tony looking at the Guardians and thinking, You gotta have the blue hair, in Strong Bad's voice (even though none of them the blue hair).
But Tony didn't grow up with the internet - he's from the seventies - you have Wanda and Pietro born in 1989, you've got the Young Avengers they're introducing (but even they're too young for Badger Badger Badger (see, and now I'm thinking of the twins speaking in memes) and Homestar Runner) - but you can still have the twins unironically liking the Numa Numa song because they can understand it - and Nat can, too - but Pietro tries to do the Numa Numa dance with her and she just. it does not connect.
UGH GENERATIONAL GAPS.
Give me Hulk yelling TROGDOR sometimes instead of HULK SMASH or even Banner making a reference to the Hulk burninating the countryside (even though, technically, that's not what he does).
Give me Agatha getting addicted to Happy Tree Friends and South Park (or showing How To Kill A Mockingbird to Billy and Tommy instead of the wholesome shows Wanda leaves on for them).
Give me their old Xanga, MySpace, or LiveJournal accounts. Give me the quotes they had at the top, give me their usernames, give me the playlists they had going in the background and the html fiddling they did - give me one of them learning html just because they want their page to look right.
Peter trying to start up a YouTube gaming account - and not knowing any of these old references because he's too young, he's so young - which leads into give me Wanda or Pietro, who are a decade older than him the way that Sam is a decade older than them the way that Tony is almost a decade older than him - give me Pietro teaching Peter the older memes, give me how that spreads from Peter to his friends, how sometimes they just spontaneously Numa Numa dance on the bus or at dances, how they go through old Homestar Runner videos and just "it's DOT COM" - give me the shift and exchange of memes to the younger generations!
Stephen with Always stuck in his head because sometimes he uses Rainbow Unicorn Attack to sharpen his reflexes. Having flashbacks to the song and showing it to America and finding a bootleg copy of it because it's there and then she's addicted to it and uses it to settle her brain when she can't focus.
How many of them had Neopets accounts? Or Club Penguin? How many of them played with the Barbie decorating game when they were tiny? How many of them remember the first YouTube accounts? How many of them met on those old chat boards and didn't know until later - oh, so you're -?
Tony setting up Jarvis so that whenever he gets a text message it makes the AOL "You've Got Mail!" sound - or having it in there initially and then scrubbing it out when AOL dies (or having scrubbed it out because it was too much, putting it back in when AOL dies, and then scrubbing it out again because it really is too much).
Give me Wanda who, when Agatha says she's a witch, asks her if she means like the Charmed Ones or Willow or Sabrina because those are the witches she knows - what kind of witch are we talking about here? (Of course, she brings up Bewitched, but that's not the only witch.)
Give me Nat finding Wanda thriving on older sitcoms and introducing her to stuff that came out while she was being experimented on.
Give me neighbor Wilson or Feeney references.
IDK HAVING A LOT OF AVENGERS CULTURAL REFERENCE THOUGHTS I GUESS.
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