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simplyholl · 5 days

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The Interview

Summary: After a talk show interview where secrets are revealed, things get heated in your dressing room.

Pairing: Rockstar Bucky x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Rockstar AU.

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A/N: Sebastian Stan as Tommy Lee has me in a chokehold. So this was born from my tatted, horny daydreams.

"Who is your celebrity crush?" The host of the Midnight Show, Chet Smith asked you. Your newest movie was a box office hit, so you had to do every talk show to promote it. To say you were exhausted is an understatement. Luckily, this was your last stop for today. This show was the most fun because Chet brought out all the celebrity guests together. At least you weren't by yourself answering awkward questions.

The other guests were Red Star, the hottest rock band at the moment. They went viral while playing at their local bar. An audience member threw a bottle at their lead singer, Loki and the whole band jumped off stage to fight. They were offered a record deal the same week.

They are known for their wild videos on TikTok. Women everywhere love them. Currently, they are squeezed on the small sofa with you for the interview. Bucky Barnes, their drummer sat on one side of you, his tattoos drew you in like a moth to a flame. You were doing your best to not stare at him the whole time.

The Odinson brothers, Thor and Loki were on the other side. Loki is the lead singer, his long, dark curls and piercing stare made men and women weak in the knees. Thor plays guitar and he is the band's himbo. He's a charmer, flirting with you the whole interview. Steve Rogers is their bassist, an All-American guy to balance the others out. He plays the part well, flashing his megawatt smile at the live audience. But you can tell there is a darker side to him lurking under the surface.

You consider Chet's question; your PR team warned you about questions like this. "Well, I don't really have one." You shrug your shoulders, as the audience begs for a real answer. "Come on, darling. I know you're lying." Loki smirks, reaching his hand over Thor to rub your thigh.

"If I go first, will that help?" Steve asks, being the helpful guy that he is. You nod smiling shyly at him. "Okay, but when it's your turn you have to be honest." He winks at you, and the audience goes wild. He answers one of your costars. You promise to hook them up later. You feel your cheeks heating up, suddenly embarrassed that you have to answer now.

Chet repeats the question, and you bite your lip, pointing beside you to Bucky. "My celebrity crush is actually this guy." Bucky looks ecstatic, high fiving his band members as they congratulate him as if he has won an award. Thor's answer is a pretty pop star who he had been spotted out with twice already.

Loki's celebrity crush is a famous author whose upcoming book features a main male character who looks suspiciously like him. Dating rumors swirled even though there was no proof, except for a few flirty comments between them on Instagram. When it's Bucky's turn he says you, draping his heavily tattooed arm around you. You smile, grateful that he lied to save you from public humiliation. You were sure he was going to say someone who didn't look anything like you.

You're already dreading what the headlines tomorrow had in store. You and Bucky cuddled up on this sofa would no doubt be on every website. You should have lied, you tell yourself. People will start shipping you, his fans would be saying horrible things about you. You should have said anyone else.

Red Star took the stage to close the show. They were playing their latest number one hit. The audience was on their feet, some girls were crying as Loki's sultry voice came over the speakers. You watched Bucky closely. He played the drums like it was his life's purpose. He tossed the drumsticks in the air, pointing to you and winking as he caught them. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

When their set was over, Bucky walked toward the dressing rooms with you, stopping outside yours. "Thanks for saying I was your celebrity crush back there. I would have been so embarrassed if you would have said somebody else." He flips his hair out of his eyes. "You don't have to thank me. It was the truth." You tell him goodbye, feeling awkward about the whole thing. You turn to go inside your dressing room to change into comfy clothes before you go back to the hotel.

Thick fingers catch your wrist, pulling you back toward him. "I wasn't ready to tell you bye." Bucky's lips curl, the light shines on his nose ring, bringing attention to his face. When you look into his shining blue eyes, you realize you don't want him to leave either. You grab the sides of his leather jacket, pulling him toward you. His mouth is on yours instantly. He presses you against your dressing room door, his large body covering yours.

You tangle your fingers in his long locks, needing him closer. Bucky hungrily kisses down your neck, while one hand travels under your dress. He rubs his thumb against your soaked panties. "All this for me?" You whine when he rubs harder, your clit making contact with the silky fabric. You move your hips, lost in the moment.

Voices echo down the hallway, bringing you out of your horny haze. "Bucky" You whisper, trying to warn him so he has time to stop before they see you. "Shh. I got you." He moves his body, so he is blocking you from view. His fingers are relentless, dipping inside your panties. His rough thumb rolls over your clit, you bury your face into his chest.

"Oh my God, It's Bucky! We are huge fans!" A woman's voice comes from behind him. You aren't brave enough to look, so you keep your face hidden. "Thanks guys. I love meeting fans. So, what's your favorite song?" You try to pinch him so he will get rid of them, but he continues talking about the world tour they are about to go on.

He enters you with two fingers, curling them as you moan out loud. The women look around him, finally noticing you. "Is she okay?" The second one asks. "Yeah, she's fine. She just ate too much so she has a stomachache." His fingers caress your inner walls, thumb rubbing in small circles. The band in your belly snaps, arousal flooding his hand as you come apart. Your legs shake, and you hold onto his arm to steady yourself. You clench your teeth to keep from making noise.

"You better get her inside; she can barely stand." One of the women says. They tell you both goodbye, as Bucky leads you inside your dressing room. "You did so good for me, but I need more." You look at him incredulously. He just made you cum the hardest you ever had in your life in front of two strangers and that wasn't enough.

Your legs are still trembling as he lifts you onto the vanity. Your back hits the cool mirror as Bucky slides your panties down your legs. His hot breath tickles your thighs as he lowers his face, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. He takes his time, nipping your sensitive skin. He licks a lazy stripe up your center, avoiding where you need him most. His tongue sinks inside you, firm nose pressing against your clit.

You cry out, head falling back, knocking into the mirror behind you. It bangs against the wall, hard enough to rattle the pictures hung there. Bucky drinks every drop of you, moaning as you writhe against his face. His plump lips fasten around your swollen nub, sucking and tugging like he can't get enough.

Your shaking legs close around his head, trapping him as you ride out your high. You cry his name, not caring who hears you. Bucky lifts you, slamming you against the wall. He holds you with one arm, the other works quickly to bring his pants down. His cock springs free, pink tip leaking. You swallow hard, intimidated by his size. "You're so big." You shiver, anticipation putting you on edge. He holds you, lining your bodies up.

"You can take it." He snaps his hips up, slamming into you. You try to adjust as he stretches you, wiggling around to see if the stinging will go away. When it starts feeling good, your arms wrap around his neck, holding on as he pulls out, leaving the tip in. He thrusts back into you, bottoming out. You have never felt so full, he fills every inch of you. He sets a steady rhythm, every part of him feels like it was made for you. You pulse around him, your back hitting against the wall as he sinks impossibly deeper.

Bucky bunches your dress around your hips, thick fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you. You try to meet his thrusts, but you're too weak from the explosive orgasms he already gave you. You hold onto him as he uses your body, his ragged breath on your neck brings forth the familiar pressure in your lower stomach.

"You're doing so good. Fuck! You take me so well." He praises, moving your thigh higher up his torso. He holds it in place, tilting his hips. The new angle makes your vision blur as he deliciously drags against a place you were sure was a myth until this very moment. Your nails dig into the back of his neck as you shatter around him.

Bucky's thrusts grow brutal, taking what he needs from you. "Oh fuck" He moans as he spills inside you. For a moment, you just look at each other, trying to catch your breaths. Thankfully, he knows you can't stand on your own, so he carries you to the sofa. Your dress is still around your waist, arm over your eyes. You can already feel a dull ache in your stomach where he had been just moments ago.

"Do you mind?" Bucky asks, pointing his phone toward you. You narrow your eyes, not understanding. "You're just so fuckin' hot and I wanna remember this." He says, his meaning finally dawning on you. You nod, almost too tired to speak. He angles his phone camera toward you. "Fucking perfect." He examines the photo he just took before showing you.

Your hair is disheveled, giving you the appearance of being caught in a windstorm. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes blown wide with lust. The top of your dress barely contains your breasts. The bottom is by your hips, your exposed cunt glistening with his cum. Bucky set the picture as his phone's background. You protested because you looked like a mess. Bucky stopped your arguing with a kiss. "You know what you look like?" He asks, smiling wide as he turned his phone screen toward you. "What?" You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling insecure. "Mine."

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avengerscompound · 25 days

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The Interview - Chapter 20

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating: E

Warnings: None

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 1933

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 20

The two-block walk from where Melody had met Steve for lunch was a nightmare. Most of the press stopped following after a couple of blocks but as the Daily Bugle paparazzi were going to the same place as she was, they stuck with them the whole time. Steve tried to shield her body from the cameras to try and make it so that none of the photos would be worth very much money, and to reduce the risk of people recognizing her. Melody knew that it was too late to protect her identity. People had already been speculating, and besides, the person taking their photo as she reached the Daily Bugle was named Phil Sheldon. If she knew him, he knew her.

They reached the entrance to the building. Melody wanted so badly to bury her face in Steve’s chest and hide there, but she wasn’t willing to even risk a kiss goodbye with Phil still taking photos of them. She turned and looked up at Steve. “Can you just fuck off, Phil?” she said.

“Just doing my job, Mel,” he said. “You know how it is?”

“Yeah, well, don’t forget what my job is,” she said.

“Oh yeah, like Jameson will let you do anything that makes the Bugle look like it lacks scruples,” he said.

Steve shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll call you when I get back to work.”

“Okay,” she said, giving him a nod. He gently squeezed her hand before she went inside.

She went straight up to Jameson’s office. She was fuming about the intrusion on her privacy by her workplace. She even considered if it counted as workplace harassment and if she could sue over it.

She knocked on the door to Jameson’s office but didn’t wait for him to call her in. He looked up from his computer but she was ranting before he had a chance to say a single word. “How could you think it was okay to have photographers stalking me on my lunch?” she snapped. “You know this is harassment? I work here! It’s bad enough that you think it’s okay to harass other people, but this is my job! Do you know how absolutely toxic it is for me to have to come in here and work with the people stalking me!? I could sue!”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Jameson said, getting up from his desk. “Let’s not go throwing the ‘s’ word around. You know that this is what we do here. And Captain America’s love life is going to sell papers. Besides, you told us where you were going to be.”

“I absolutely did not!” she argued. “Why the hell would I do that? Why would I betray Steve like that?”

“I don’t know,” he said, throwing his hands up over his head. “You sent it to all the tabloids. I was a little miffed you weren’t giving me the exclusive, to be honest. I assumed you wanted to get yourself a little fame and recognition.”

“Over my relationship?” she groaned. “Jonah? Really?”

“How was I supposed to know?” he said, spinning his computer screen around and opening the email. “Maybe you were having relationship troubles.”

She looked over the screen. The email did have her return address, but it lacked her official DB! signature. Someone had cloned her email address. It was easy enough to do. That didn’t explain how they knew where and when she was having lunch with Steve though. They didn’t have a regular lunch date time, nor did they just go to the same few venues over and over again and she hadn’t written down where and when she was having lunch today.”

She scowled and pulled out her phone. “Tell me the truth, Jonah. Do you have someone spying on me?”

“I may be lacking in scruples, Danes, but I don’t stoop that low,” he said.

“So drop the story then,” she said.

“No, no,” he said. “I can’t do that. And what’s the point anyway? It’ll be all over TMZ in an hour.”

She sighed. He was right. It was out now and there wasn’t a hell of a lot she could do about it, except ride the wave. She didn’t expect Steve’s fans to take it very well, but it was something she had been mentally preparing for for months.

“Fine,” she said. “You can run it, but I expect my workplace to be safe for me, Jonah. I can’t come here just expecting to have to watch my back because you want to report on my boyfriend. He and the other Avengers have been doing me a lot of favors to get your website up and profitable. You could at least show them some respect in return for that generosity.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jameson said, waving his hand. “I’m not going to smother a story just because someone did me a favor. Where’s the ethics in that?”

“Oh so now you’re worried about ethics?” she snarked. “Look, there’s a difference between taking our photo out because you happen to find us and stalking me to where we’re going. I’m just asking that you respect the difference.”

Jameson huffed and sat back down in his chair. “Fine. No stalking. But it wouldn’t hurt you to occasionally mention him in your pieces.” She went to argue with him but he held up his hand. “Nothing big. Just the kind of stuff you already do in your column from time to time. You know what I mean? Talking about a coffee shop you tried with your boyfriend. Or how nice it is to wake up with someone else there. You don’t have to name him. And you don’t have to talk about your sex lives. Just teasers. The people will eat it up. If we get those exclusives, we won’t need the photos of you both together. In fact, anytime someone else takes photos of you both together, it’ll just sell your work more.”

She sighed. It sounded so sordid and dirty. But the truth was, she had been writing about her life in the columns, and Steve had been slipping into those. She didn’t name him, just the same as she never named anyone in those columns. Anyone who knew she was dating Steve could go back and infer it was him she’d been talking about. She also knew Steve knew she did it. He read the columns daily and would talk to her about them. It was natural to write it, and she wasn’t doing it to cash in on her relationship.

Now that it was out she was dating Steve, and Jameson was asking her to write about it, it felt dirty and exploitative. She didn’t want to take advantage of Steve that way. She didn’t want her relationship with him to be picked over by the public.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“Well, if that’s it,” Jameson said, waving her toward the door. “We have papers to sell.”

“I don’t work for the paper, Jonah,” she said as she headed out the door.

“Clicks, magazines. Do your job,” he yelled after her.

She headed back to her office, still fairly agitated but no longer fuming. She didn’t know what she was going to do about her column, and she didn’t like how she felt about her job in general. Someone was spying on her and she had to go to work with the same people who were invading her personal space.

The dread she felt about what was going to happen to her social media when those photos came out, only compounded the feelings. She didn’t think they’d have gotten wind of it yet. As quickly as TMZ could move, she still didn’t think the photos would be up yet. But she couldn’t help but pick up her phone to see if anyone had started to tweet her.

The phone rang in her hand and Steve’s photo showed up on her screen. She leaned back in her chair and hit connect, putting her earbuds in. “Hey, you,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Of course, honey,” he said. “I wanted to check in on you. I’ve been dealing with this since World War II. You haven’t, and the only reason you’re dealing with it now, is because of me.”

Melody couldn’t help but laugh at that. “See I was going to say that it was my fault they were there.”

“Oh are we playing that game are we?” Steve teased. “Go on, tell me how you think it’s your fault.”

“I’m serious, Steve!” she squealed.

“I’m sure you are, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking, considering I’m the famous one.”

She bit back laughter. It was good to know this whole situation hadn’t upset him, and that he was so worried about her own well-being. “Steve!” she yelped. “Listen okay?”

“I’m listening,” he laughed.

“So I went up to see Jameson when I got back here. I was really pissed that he’d sent photographers out to follow us back to the office. He said I’d sent him an email to tell him and the rest of the press I was going to be there,” she explained.

“Why would you do that?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t do that,” she said. “But he had an email from my address. You can fake return addresses. But I don’t know how anyone would have known where we were even going. It’s not like I wrote it down anywhere and we don’t just go back to the same restaurant all the time. I think someone overheard the phone call. Which makes me feel really safe here at work. And now Jameson wants me to talk about you more in my column. I don’t know what to do, Steve. We just moved into a new apartment. We’re on a lease. I can’t afford to quit my job. And Bobbi works here too! What if they do it to her as well.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve said quickly. “If someone is listening in to your conversations, then they can hear you right now.”

“Right. Right,” she said. “Of course, they could be.” This was where they were now. She couldn’t trust her job or anyone around her. She wanted to believe that the staff she’d selected were all trustworthy, but now she couldn’t be sure.

“Can you come here after work?” Steve asked. “I’d like to get Tony to check your phone for bugs.”

“Yeah, of course,” she said. “I’ll come straight over.”

“I’ll get Bucky to invite Bobbi around too,” he said. “We can talk this out. All of it. What you want to do with your job. About how we keep our private lives private. The column. All of it. Okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Okay. Thank you, Steve.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Steve said. “This isn’t your fault. Someone is using you to get to me. We just have to work out how to stop them.”

“Okay,” she said, letting out a deep breath. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve this man. “I love you too. I’ll see you tonight.”

She disconnected the call and sat back in her chair, staring at the phone which she was now fairly sure had betrayed her trust. “Traitor,” she mumbled, tossing it onto her desk. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath. It was a lot to deal with but she knew Steve trusted her. For now, that was the main thing. She’d build everything else off that trust and together they’d figure this out.

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

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Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, hurt/comfort, age gap (18/29), domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

To read previous parts of this series first, got to the masterlist

6. A Honeymoon

This Chapter: Steve looks at him pointedly. “I’m pretty relaxed when it comes to matters of protocol - if it concerns just the two of us or our Third. But in company I’ll expect you to mind yourself. Understood?”

Except for being trampled by a carriage and almost losing his arm, taking a boat over the Atlantic winds up being the worst experience of Bucky’s life.

It’s neat, at first. Bucky’s only ever travelled by boat once before, and Steve has booked them tickets for a first-class suite on a luxury liner. A week after their wedding, they drive to the harbor, Steve and Bucky in one car and two of their servants and all the luggage in another.

At the docks are a number of newspaper reporters, all standing around and yelling out for a comment. It’s to be expected for a newly-married Senatorial couple such as them, but annoying all the same. Bucky heads straight for the gangplank, ready to walk-on-by and ignore the shouts completely. It’s been drummed into him since childhood: never give the press an unauthorized interview.

So he’s taken aback when Steve grabs his hand and pulls him over to address the reporters. Bucky looks at Steve with wide eyes, but his husband is already speaking to the nearest photographer, who’s asked them if they’re off for their honeymoon. “Yes,” Steve says, an easy smile gracing his face. Surprised, Bucky stands there like a dolt while Steve takes questions and engages politely with the reporters.

How liberal of him, Bucky thinks. It’s certainly unexpected from someone like Steve, who’s a goddamn member of the Senate. These are nothing but a bunch of gossip rag sidewalk paparazzi. Even they seem shocked that they're being given the time of day. Normally men of Steve's stature stick their noses up at anything but the most coordinated of interviews, arranged and conducted by seasoned journalists from only the most respected publications.

Bucky bites his lip as he watches Steve, looking at his smile, his bright eyes. He’s so handsome, he can’t help but think. Why the hell would someone like that ever consider marrying someone like him? Bucky averts his eyes when Steve turns his head and catches him staring.

“Captain Rogers: Is it Europe then, where you and the Lord Rogers will be travelling?”

“Yes. England, and then we’ll be touring the continent,” Steve says. The other reporters bark out more questions, asking for private details about their wedding and their plans for the future, but Steve shuts them up with a raised hand. “I’m sorry gentlemen, ladies, but that’s all. We need to board now.” He directs Bucky back towards the ramp, and it’s with the sounds of still-squawking reporters at their backs that they board the ship.

Their staterooms are finely furnished but small.

Bucky figures that since they have a sitting room separate from the bedroom, and a private promenade, these accommodations must be quite spacious—for a ship. The servants put the luggage away, then excuse themselves to settle into their own cabins down in second class.

That leaves Bucky to wander about and look things over. He pokes his head into the bedroom. There’s a dressing table and a door that leads to the bath. The room has a bed with posts and a canopy, tucked right up against the wall. It's clearly meant for two people, but it is much, much smaller than the bed he and Steve shared on their wedding night.

That had been nearly a week ago. Steve had travelled to D.C. to set his Senatorial affairs in order before their trip abroad, and Bucky had stayed in his own family's home. Aside from Becca's teasing and Prudence asking naughty questions about 'marital activities', Bucky's almost been able to forget that he's married at all.

But now they're on the ship, in luxurious but cramped quarters—and with a bed sized to match. Bucky swallows and eyes the small frame, thinking about how he’ll be sleeping there with Steve for the next eleven days …

“Bucky?"

He inhales sharply, shaking himself from his thoughts "Coming!" He goes back out to the sitting room, where Steve is standing and looking about the room with a proud smile. "Well, what do you think? I made sure to book one of the finest staterooms. It's nice, right?"

It's fucking gorgeous, but Bucky isn't going to say so just so Steve can preen over himself. He shrugs. "Sure. I guess so."

The light in Steve's eyes dims a little, but he recovers. “There's a promenade," he offers brightly. "Want to see outside?”

Bucky huffs as if put-upon, even though he does want to see, and follows Steve onto the promenade. It’s nice—light and airy, with wicker furniture and large windows that can be opened to let the sea breeze in. Steve flops down onto one of the chairs and Bucky walks over to the windows, sliding one open and looking out. Their stateroom is on the side of the ship that faces the docks, and he observes all of the pedestrians and dock workers moving around on the street below. Some are passing by, others have stopped to look up at the ship as all of its passengers and luggage are brought on board. Below, the muddy harbor water sloshes gently against the bottom of the ship, and Bucky leans out over the edge of the window, trying to see if there are any barnacles clinging to the—

“Bucky!” Steve’s hands are suddenly on him, yanking him by his coat.

"Wha—oof!"

Steve pulls him back into the room, maintaining a harsh grip on his upper arm as he shuts the window. He turns and glares at him. “You could have fallen!”

Bucky jerks away from his hold. “No I couldn’tve,” he snaps. “Jesus, I was just looking. I’m fine. What’s your problem?”

"You could've been hurt," Steve insists. "Or killed! You have to be more careful."

"More careful than what?" Bucky scowls. He stalks away, not noticing the other man's pained expression as he watched him go.

Steve gives him his space after that, telling Bucky that he’s going down to arrange their dinner reservations, and that he’ll be back in a bit. Bucky waits, intending to bide his time in the cabin, but there’s really nothing to do, and it gets boring after only a few minutes.

So he decides he’ll explore the ship. He heads out, not unaware that he should probably be waiting for Steve, or at least leaving him a note telling him where he’s going. It is a big ship, after all. But he ignores the consideration. Steve can figure it out for himself. Bucky’s an adult, and even though Steve's his Headship, he hadn’t told Bucky to stay put. Bucky smirks as he leaves their stateroom and takes the lift down, thinking about Steve returning to the room to find it empty.

The ship, Bucky concludes, is ridiculous.

He stops a steward and asks about what he might see, and the man directs him to several attractions. There’s the day lounge, the smoking lounge, the bar, the library, the gym, the squash courts and the swimming pool. There’s a goddamn Turkish bath, of all things! Bucky can’t imagine what person thought that they needed one of those. God forbid they cross an ocean without the essentials.

It takes a long time to tour most of the ship. At least an hour goes by before Bucky makes his way up to the public promenade and sits on a deck chair, tired and ready to people-watch. He’s relaxing, enjoying the busy sounds of the ship and the dockside, when all of a sudden someone down the way is exclaiming,

“There you are!”

He startles, head turning to see Steve approaching looking quite harried. Oh. Bucky tucks his lips in, trying hard not to smile. “Oh, hey Steve.”

Steve comes over and stands there with his hands on his hips, staring down at him. “I’ve been looking for you for over an hour!”

Bucky shrugs. “I went for a walk.”

“A walk?!” Steve huffs. “What on earth was so important that you couldn’t have waited for me to get back?” He glares at him. “I had half a mind that you’d gotten off the ship!”

Bucky laughs out loud at that. Even he wouldn’t literally jump ship to escape his new husband. “You know, I hadn’t thought of that,” he drawls. “It’s an idea though.”

Steve’s face darkens, and he is not amused. Growling, he grabs Bucky by the scruff of his shirt and yanks him up. “Come on,” he says, verging on using his Voice. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Sit,” he says, the moment he’s got the door to their suite shut. He points at the couch. “There. Now.”

Bucky gulps. He’s never been on the receiving end of an alpha’s Voice before. Truth be told, he’d always expected that it wouldn’t have much of an effect on him. He’s beta: omegas are the ones who are supposed to be compelled. But Bucky definitely feels something. Steve’s Voice puts a slight urge in his brain, an itch to obey. Coupled with the fact that he's wary of his husband's anger, it motivates him to plant his butt exactly where Steve just pointed.

He doesn’t have to do this, he reminds himself stubbornly. He doesn’t have to obey Steve’s command. … It just feels better if he does. Bucky grits his teeth and tells him, “You don’t have to Voice, alright? I’m here. I won’t run off again.”

Steve’s features lift a bit, whether in surprise or relief is unclear. “Okay,” he says, and yeah, it’s relief. He comes to join Bucky on the couch. “I was really worried, Bucky.”

Bucky hates the honest look that’s on Steve’s face right now, hates the hurt pinch in his brow. It tells him that Steve is a good man, is just concerned for his safety. Bucky feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment at having to be scolded like a child. “Sorry,” he mutters, hoping that it'll be enough to satisfy whatever his husband needs to hear from him.

“Promise me you won’t go running off again,” Steve says. He’s not using his Voice anymore, but his tone is imploring. “On this ship or elsewhere. We’ve got stops planned all over Europe. I won’t be able to relax if I constantly have to worry about you disappearing.”

Bucky frowns. Sure, he’d disappeared for an hour or two, and maybe he’d enjoyed the fact that he knew it would annoy Steve, but that wasn't why he'd done it. Bucky had honestly wanted to see the ship. He tells Steve so, saying, “I just wanted to explore. I won’t run away.”

Steve nods, seemingly satisfied. “Okay. Thank you, Buck.”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say to that. He feels suddenly awkward, sitting on the couch next to Steve; his husband, his Headship, the alpha who just a week ago had held Bucky tight to his body, jerked him off, and fucked his spend all over his thighs. Bucky swallows heavily at the memory. “I ...” he starts, needing to put some space between them. “Steve, I … need to use the bathroom.”

Steve frowns lightly. “Well go ahead. Jeez Buck, you don’t have to ask permission.”

Bucky shoots up from the couch, eager to get away because he's not sure he can keep himself from flinging out a nasty rebuttal, if he stays sitting there much longer.

They dress in tails for dinner in the ship’s finest and most exclusive dining room. Steve leads Bucky in by the arm, all eyes turning to watch them as they enter. Thankfully, everyone else in this part of the ship is just as, or nearly as, wealthy and important as Steve and Bucky are, so it isn’t long before most of the eyes trail away and their owners return to their previous conversations, two members of minor American royalty of no special note to them. Steve guides Bucky in the direction of their table, at which point they are accosted by two people.

“Captain Rogers!”

One of them Bucky recognizes. He’s Henry Mills, youngest son of Senator Mills of New Jersey, the man who used to be Bucky’s father’s counterpart—No longer, he thinks bitterly.

You’re the Lord of nothing!

He can still hear his mother's hissing rebuke from that day. He blushes, embarrassed to have to stand in the company of his old schoolmate like this. Before, as both a Senatorial heir and as a beta, Bucky would've been considered above Henry in status. But now all that's changed. He’s sure Henry must be thinking about House Barnes’ scandal, as word has undoubtedly gotten 'round to the more important families of society by now. Soon enough it’ll be in the papers and everyone will know. Bucky cringes at the thought.

Steve starts up a stilted conversation of pleasantries with the alpha who introduces himself as Henry’s husband—Lord Jamison, Senator of Ohio. Henry is omega and a younger son, two very simple reasons why he was never going to inherit his father’s Seat. Bucky thinks dejectedly about how now the two of them have ended up in very much the same place; married to alpha Senators to maintain their positions in Society. The only difference between them is their designation, and it’s glaring. Henry’s stomach is noticeable beneath his waistcoat and dinner jacket. He’s pregnant.

“Yes,” Jamison is saying. “We’re very excited to be starting a family.” He wraps his arm possessively around Henry’s waist, drawing him closer against his side. “And we’re thinking we may have found our third. A beta from Maine. She’s just a daughter of one of the elected, but even still, she’s a very nice girl. Don’t you think, Sweetheart?”

Henry nods, one hand migrating to his stomach as he gazes up at his husband in adoration. “Yes,” he says. “It’s been a wonderful first year. We’re very fortunate.” He returns his attention to Bucky and Steve, saying, “You must be looking forward to setting up your Household, when you get back.”

It’s framed as a question, and since it’s clearly been aimed at Bucky, he feels compelled to answer, “Um, yes?” It’s a terribly awkward answer, and the uncomfortable silence that follows it makes him want to shrink away. Henry’s so obviously in love with his Headship, and meanwhile Bucky is just … not. He feels guilty for making it so obvious.

Hadn’t they come there to eat dinner? He doubts he’ll have much of an appetite after this. He's been feeling a tad bit queasy since the ship departed that afternoon, and he desperately hopes that he won’t be prone to seasickness. “We’re moving into Steve’s brownstone,” he says, trying to offer something useful to the conversation. “It’s in Brooklyn.”

Jamison laughs. “Oh, how terribly chic of you. Such an eclectic place.” ‘Eclectic’, Bucky knows, is a euphemism for ‘common’. “You’ll have a lot to see there,” the alpha says. “I’ve heard they’ve made great progress in gentrifying some of the neighborhoods.”

Bucky looks to Steve, who is smiling a fake smile with tight eyes. “Yes, it’s nice. My favorite of all our residences.”

All our residences? Bucky thinks. All our residences? He tries to reign in his reaction. He hadn’t known that Steve owned more than one property, though it does make sense, given his wealth. He makes a mental note to ask Steve later about where the other houses are.

“Well, we really must take our seats,” Steve excuses. “I think I’ve seen our waiter divert himself twice, now.” He chuckles, and even that is fake, though Bucky isn’t sure the Jamisons can tell. “Gentlemen,” Steve says, and the couple bids them a polite goodbye. Steve waits until they’ve stepped away before he guides Bucky to sit at their table. “They seem nice,” he says, unfolding his napkin and placing it in his lap. Bucky follows suit.

“Yeah,” he says. “I guess.”

The waiter arrives and asks Steve what they’ll have. He doesn’t address Bucky, as it’s traditional for Headships to order for their spouses. Bucky is annoyed but not surprised. He speaks up right after Steve’s asked for lobster and before he can order for Bucky. “I’ll have the duck à l’orange,” he says.

The waiter seems tense for a moment, eyes flicking to Steve to assess his reaction. Steve gives a slight nod, and the waiter relaxes. “Very good Sir. I’ll tell the chef.” He turns and walks on to the next table.

“You don’t mind, do you Steve?” Bucky asks sweetly, waiting for his husband to scold him for the embarrassment. But it doesn’t come.

“No, I don’t,” Steve says, smiling slightly when Bucky looks at him with surprise. “I’m pretty relaxed when it comes to matters of protocol.”

“Oh?”

He nods. “When it concerns just the two of us or our Third, yes.” He looks at Bucky pointedly. “But in company I’ll expect you to mind yourself. Understood?”

Bucky wants so badly to say that no, it’s not understood, but that would be embarrassingly childish, even for him, so he reins himself in. “Sure,” he says.

“Good.”

They sit in silence, uncomfortable, until Bucky blurts, “Where are your residences?”

Steve's mouth quirks. “Well for one, they’re our houses now, seeing as we’re married. And they’re in Brooklyn, the Hamptons, Washington D.C., Manhattan, London and Paris. The latter three are only apartments, but they’re sizeable. I especially enjoy the Paris residence. We’ll be staying there for part of the trip. I'll look forward to hearing your opinions on each, you know." His expression turns fond. "Especially about our house in Cobble Hill. That's to be our family home."

Bucky fights to keep his face neutral, but internally he’s impressed. House Barnes has only ever kept residences in Paramus and Washington D.C. Ruefully, he thinks of how his mother and sisters will likely be forced to move to a different house now that their Senatorial status is about to be revoked, the only thing keeping them in Society being Bucky’s marriage to Steve. For that, he is grateful. He nods and fiddles with his silverware. “That’s nice,” he says.

Steve smiles. “Have you ever been to France?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No. I um, I went with my father to a state dinner in London once, back when I was introduced to Society, but it was brief. We didn’t go to the continent.”

“I see. Well I think you’ll enjoy yourself on our trip. I’m looking forward to showing you the sights.”

Bucky nods, not disagreeing but silent on the matter. Secretly, he’s been kind of excited to go on this honeymoon with Steve. He’s never traveled much, and touring Europe with a gorgeous Alpha is hardly a hardship. The only catch being that Bucky has to be married to him.

Their meal arrives before too long, and he's able to distract himself with the food. He drinks the wine that the sommelier suggests—a floral red that compliments the duck—and is pleased when Steve doesn’t protest his request of a second glass. Dessert is a rich chocolate cake, and Bucky nearly moans by the time he’s enjoying the last bite. When he finishes and glances up, Steve is looking at him with a mixture of amusement and desire. Bucky blushes. “Um, do you want to go to the smoking lounge, maybe? Have a brandy?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’ve had enough, and it's been a long day. Shall we head back to the room?”

Bucky swallows, nodding meekly and standing to take Steve’s offered arm. He thinks about what they’re going to do when they get back to their quarters. Will Steve undress him? Expect to have sex? Bucky’s thoughts drift back to their first night together; how Steve had handled him gently, made him come …

Steve guides him from the dining room. On the way out, they pass by Senator Jamison's table, and Bucky catches Henry Mills shooting him a friendly look—almost one of understanding, as though the two of them are Societal equals.

With a strange twinge in his gut, Bucky realizes that now they are.

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Request for a story where Steve hopelessly falls in love with the new hire for the avengers/ stark industries marketing department. So Natasha immediately sets up that she helps him with all things social media

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it, let me know!

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x SI!employee!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none I'd say

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Nervously you entered Starks office. It was your first day at work and you were supposed to come here first. Probably to meet Tony himself-you we're supposed to take care of the marketing department of Stark Industries.

You've dreamt about this since you were in high school. This moment. Entering Starks office, meeting Tony stark himself. You haven't met him, since the job interview was with Pepper-and she was great. Such a friendly and likeable woman.

"Come in, Mrs Y/N", a robotic voice said, after you knocked on Starks office door. Slightly surprised you looked up. Wow. So it was really true-stark had a artificial intelligence in his whole building. Incredible.

You opened the door, a big smile on your face. "Good Morning, Mr Stark", you said while looking at the man mentioned. Your smile slightly fell when you saw the other person sitting in the room in front of Starks desk.

No way.

No fu-

"Cap-Captain-hi-yhm, I mean-Good morning", you said flustered.

Why was he here? Of course you knew him. Actually you wrote an essay about him in Highschool. And in college.

God. This was embarrassing. You've never had a crush on anybody...besides him. Captain America. Steve Rogers.

Steve seemed to feel pretty much the same. As soon as you entered the room, he blushed. He could feel his whole body being on fire.

Of course Tony noticed this. A smirk appeared on his lips, while he slowly drank a sip from his coffee. "Hello, new employee. I guess you're here to introduce yourself-Y/N, right?", he started talking, while slowly looking back to Steve, who apparently thought the floor must be incredibly interesting, so intense he was starring at it.

You looked back from Steve to Tony. You could feel your cheeks heat up. "Yes, yes that's me. I'm here for marketing department and also the social media for Stark industries?", you asked, since you weren't sure about the last part. Pepper told you this could be a possibility-social media is important for Stark industries and Stark himself-but he wasn't allowed to post anything. It didn't surprise you to hear that...not after the last incident.

Tony nodded, while he gestured you to sit down.

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Right next to Steve.

Oh god.

Deep breaths.

You slowly sat down, giving Steve a small-and tense-smile. He looked away.

Oh wow, great.

"Well, Y/N, Pepper already told me you seemed perfect for the job, so-", the door interrupted Tony mid sentence. Natasha-fucking-Romanoff just entered the room.

Oh god, please no.

A smirk crossed her lips, while she came to Steve and put her hands on his shoulders. "Hi Tony-I think our Gramps forgot he was supposed to train with me", her words made Steve sigh. He was used to the teasing of his teammates. Yet there was something different this time-

A quiet chuckle.

You.

He immediately looked up, which made you look away.

The two of you blushed.

Natasha and Tony noticed your reactions and looked at each other for a moment. Both of them smirked knowingly, while the two of you looked away from each other. Clueless.

"Well, let's go, fossil or do you need help getting up?", Natasha teased. Steve sighed again and shook his head. "That's I don't need help with getting anything up", his whole face burned. He was mortified. Why did he say it like that? The whole room went quite, while everyone looked at Steve.

Wordlessly he quickly stood up. "We should-training", he mumbled while grabbing Natasha arm and leaving the room with her-the red head started laughing.

As you looked back at Steve, your eyes met. A small smile spread over your lips, before you looked away. So did Steve.

Tony watched the two of you with his eyebrows raised.

He may or may not texted Natasha something about what he saw-of course she already knew.

"So Steve-how's your Twitter going?", natasha asked Steve, while blocking one of his punches. He sighed. They had this conversation way too often. Natasha knew he didn't want any social media-at least nothing as Captain America. Just some small accounts he could use to scroll through Instagram or Twitter, but nothing where he would post. It's just not...him.

Slowly he put his hands down and shook his head. "Come on Nat, we've talked about it. The world doesn't need a...a Twitter account for Captain America", he mumbled, grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip. Unimpressed Nat raised one of her perfect eyebrows. „Whatever you say...Captain Iceberg." A cocky smile on her face. She already had a great idea...

This job was great. You loved it.

Tony was a better boss than the one you had before-and you could actually work in your department and not be the one who brought everyone coffee. That's what happened at your old workplace.

An hour before finishing, Tony came into your small office-which was also new, you never had your own office before. "I have a request for you-the last one for today. Natasha needs some help with a little...social media problem. Could you take a look? I let JARVIS know to let you out on the right floor", he said.

With a friendly smile on your lips you left with Tony your office and went to the elevator. "I'm sure it'll be fun", Tony said and guided you to the elevator with a cheeky smile. Before the door closed you could him hear saying something about...the captains floor? What?

Before you could process everything, the door opened.

You looked straight into the muscular chest of Steve Rogers himself. Slowly you looked up. "Hello Captain", you mumbled quietly, blushing. A small smile appeared on Steve's face. He seemed nervous.

"Hi-what-? What are you doing here?", the man before you asked, while stepping aside, to let you in.

Walking this closely next to him, made your whole body tingle.

Slightly nervous you took out your phone. "Tony told me Natasha needed help with social media? But I think he send me to the wrong floor-I'll call him and-" "Nope, you're in the right place...Natasha did it", he interrupted you quietly mumbling. He sighed. Of course Natasha had to pull something like that.

"She wants me to make a Captain America account on Twitter and Instagram. I don't really need that, but she thinks it could be useful." While telling you this, he put his hand on your lower back and guided you on the sofa to sit. Only a few seconds he realised it. Immediately he withdrew his hand from you, like if you had burned him. Steve could feel his cheeks heating up. God, would this blushing ever stop?

"It's a nice idea. You could use it to spread...awareness, love and important informations, you know? I can help you with making an account...that's kinda my job", you giggled in the end, which also made Steve smile.

Maybe he should give it a try. It had nothing with you to do, of course. But it definitely didn't hurt, that you would have to be here and sit with him for as long as he needed to create the accounts....

You looked at him for a moment. He raised his eyebrows slightly up. Did he had something on his face?

„Your phone“, you said with a slight smile on your face. Steve immediately nodded and looked down at his pants, where he had his phone. His face turned red-or maybe it still was-while he gave your phone over.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards. “Please enter the code and open Instagram, Captain.” “Steve-just-just call me Steve”, he mumbled, while doing what you asked him to do. Once again he gave you his phone.

“Great, thank you, Ca-Steve.”

Slightly Steve leaned over you, to watch you while you…whatever you were doing. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing while looking at his Instagram account. “Brooklynboy1918? Really, Steve? I can’t believe you have a secret account”, grinning you couldn’t stop yourself from typing in your Instagram account and follow yourself.

Steve Rogers was your crush since Highschool-you would let your chances go by.

You still felt a bit flustered about doing that.

“Let’s…make the Captain account for you”, you mumbled. You could feel Steve lean over you-and it made your heart race. Why did he had to be so close? God it made your whole body tremble slightly.

Steve didn’t even noticed at first how close he was. Not until he could smell your sweet perfume. You smelt so, so good…

Immediately he backed away a bit. God, that was embarrassing. You probably thought he was weird, leaning over you like that.

You tried to not to show how shaky your hands were, while you thought about a Instagramname for Steve’s new account. Yet, it wasn’t easy to concentrate. Steve was just…so close. You could smell his shampoo. He smelled so good…so fresh and clean. You just wanted to bury yourself in his chest. Smell him, feel him…

Slightly your eyes widened when you realised what you were thinking about. “S-so, the account is made. Now let’s…do something about the profile picture. Maybe a picture from the photoshoot you had a month ago?”, you muttered, which made Steve smile a bit. You knew about his photoshooting. It made his heart jump, even though he had no idea why.

Steve nodded. “Yes, that’s a good idea. I liked a few photos from this one.”

It only took a few minutes finding the right photo-and you really had to pull yourself together not to ogle all of his photos you could find on the internet.

“Now to the biography, tell the world something about you, Steve…”

Within half an hour Steve had a Instagram and Twitter account just for Captain America.

And also Steve’s food had arrived, that he had ordered, before he found out you’d come to help him. It was enough for the two of you, since Steve always ordered a lot of food.

“Look, you’re getting followers. Told you it was a great idea. Natasha was right”, you said while taking another bite from your pizza slice. Steve already ate six, while you were at you second-and there were still three whole pizzas on the table.

Leaning back, Steve let out a quite sigh. “Maybe I should’ve done it sooner”, he mumbled while looking from his phone back to you.

Or maybe that was the perfect time to make these accounts. At least he spend some time with you.

You looked at your watch and gasped. “Oh, I should get going. My shift-“ “just stay for a bit longer”, Steve interrupted you.

The two of you smiled slightly, while blushing again.

You liked seeing Steve blush…and you were curious how far this blush could go…

“A bit longer probably wouldn’t hurt”, you mumbled flustered, biting in your slice.

A big smile crossed Steve’s lips.

Maybe he should thank Natasha for this.

Speaking of the devil, a massage brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back at his phone. “Natasha says it’s also important that I make a tinder account? What’s that?”, by the way you started laughing, he assumed it was, in fact, not needed.

He definitely will not thank Natasha for anything.

You but your bottom lip slightly. “Of course we can reconsider a tinder account for you, but…it wouldn’t be necessary if you…asked me on a date instead?” Grinning Steve nodded immediately.

Maybe he could thank Natasha after all….just maybe.

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arcielee · 1 year

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Interview With a Writer

Here is part 6 of my Interview With a Writer series with the super talented @sapphire-writes ♥ Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions and keep this going!

You can go to this post to review the other amazing authors I have spoken with ♥ Just some BTS of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.

Name: Sapphire-Writes

Story: Down in Flames

Paring: modern Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

Rating/Warning: Explicit, sexual themes, 18+. Pay heed to the warnings for each chapter, it gets messy.

So, when did you start writing? I started writing probably when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I did creative writing throughout my teens but never delved into fanfiction until now!

What was your first fan fiction story? My first fanfiction was for HOTD. I started writing my Aemond x OC story A Song of Flames & Fury and that was the first writing I ever published on here!

Where did the plot for Down in Flames come from? I always loved the idea of a band story, and back in 2018 I was reading A LOT of fanfiction for Bohemian Rhapsody because Roger Tyler had me in a chokehold. So some of the inspiration definitely came from that, but mostly I was just curious exploring the Dance of Dragons in a modern setting.

I feel like bands are stuffed full of drama and just the perfect setting for this story. I definitely knew I wanted the Reader and Aemond together, and I knew the conflict would be around Jace and Luke leaving to support Rhaenyra's side. I knew there would be sneaking around and stuff but other than that I sort of went with the flow, figured out the characters. There were a couple things I had in mind originally that didn't end up working out/making it in.

Do you want to share any of the "cut scenes" or ideas that did not make it in DIF? So originally I planned that Jace would actually cheat on Baela, following the "Sara Snow" plotline. In part 1 that's who offers to buy him a drink at the bar. But I liked them too much together and wanted Jace to be a complete good guy to root for.

Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in DIF? Aemond is a lot like our show canon Aemond in DIF. I see him a lot as a duty driven guy, trying to keep the band together, supporting Aegon even though he's this vain, self centered front man in the band. I think what drives DIF Aemond is this sense of responsibility, that he can't let his family down no matter what, even if it makes him unhappy.

You could sense she wanted the best for Aegon. ♥ She definitely did. And she realizes in the end that its not about her, that its about him, and we love that growth!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal? I think I definitely was a little self indulgent, as I feel always happens as an author. I really wanted the Reader to be this person who wanted to save Aegon, she really wants to help him get better and that's just not how it works out. So definitely some savior complex stuff, but I also wanted to balance it with her being really human, if that makes sense? Like she wants to leave him, she knows she deserves better but she loves him at the same time!

Do you feel your Reader compliments Aemond well? I think in the beginning of their relationship her fire really matches his, and as they start their relationship, I think she really softens Aemond's edges. I think she really drives Aemond crazy because she does what she wants and it’s all the choices Aemond would never want her to make, like dating Aegon!

Do you think you'll return to this HotD AU? Maybe a sequel? I will definitely return! I have some drabbles/one-shots planned because I know people are curious about this group. I just really wanted to wrap the main story before burnout occurred and while it was so clear-cut.

What is next for our author? Right now I'm working on a couple things! I have a modern!Aegon story Thin Ice, I have to finish my Aemond x OC, I still have An Ego Thing ongoing and now a new Daemon x Rhaenyra x Reader The Au Pair!

Do you have a personal favorite story you'd like to share? (Yours or other?) My personal favorite story I've written I think is Dragon's Bane (it’s still unfinished). As for someone else’s, I'd have to say Burning Jasmine by @scalyfreaks. It’s an Aegon x OC and its so incredible!

#iwaw #iwaw6 #interview with a writer #ongoing series #aemond targaryen x reader #bts of their brilliance

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sazzposts · 2 years

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Hello, my dear! :) I may also request a Bucky Barnes Imagine where maybe he’s your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance and end up cuddling or more (in case you're comfortable with smut) THAAANK YOU DOLL ❤️

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Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: Bucky Pov: Reader Pov: // since i'm a minor i won't write smut but thank you for your ask! helped me get my writing motivation back, have a good day! <3

Peter Parker x reader, Steve Rogers x reader (all platonic)

Summary: You both lost each other but you think the one is better off without the other.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of reader not taking care of themselves, sad sad stuff, Bucky's insecurities and mentions of his nightmares (?)

It all started with that one night. His insecurities got the better of him. Your first real fight in the relationship.

you had been dating the Bucky Barnes for a while now, these insecurities and worries weren’t unfamiliar to either of you. It came with him and that was okay. Until it became more than insecurities, those haunting thoughts became prominent fears in his life.

He thinks it became a fear when he was fighting with the Avengers and they lost because Tony needed to protect his wife in a fight. See, he knows it sounds strange. Of course you save your wife. But the catch was that she didn’t need the help, Tony just wanted to ensure that Pepper would be there at the end of the night.

Then another time, Natasha went on a date with someone. He’d asked about how it went but she stayed silent. He heard from Steve they got injured just because someone went on a date with the Black Widow.

How could he ever forgive himself if he lost you? He couldn’t be so selfish, after all he didn’t deserve you to begin with. Or so he thought.

Your first real fight was him raising his voice and there you stood, so calmly. It frustrated him even more. What he didn’t know is that you had enough faith in him, in you two. To get past this. Which you did for a while.

Until one night he said something that made your stomach drop.

‘’I don't think this will work out.’’

You wanted to argue back, convince him that it would work out but you’d been having doubts too.

Maybe he didn’t want to be in this relationship anymore and why would you want to be the cause of his biggest fears. Even his nightmares seemed to come back after it went so well. You felt like you were the person he’d dream about and couldn’t possibly imagine how much it must have terrified him.

A stronger person, one with abilities would take those fears away wouldn’t they? Like if they could protect themselves, handle themselves. Not someone as meek as you.

So you both agreed to part ways, hiding the fact you both were doing this for each other and not yourselves.

4 months later.

You hadn’t spoken much, maybe to bring back items that were at each other's places. You felt like someone had poisoned your heart with every bad feeling you’d ever felt in your life.

Your friends got in touch with you here and now but you turned down wherever they wanted to take you. It’s been four months damnitt. You felt like this was never going to end.

News about Bucky Barnes traveled around, speculations about why his demeanor had changed to what it once was. Cold,distant and short answered. He didn’t accept interviews, AvengerCons or any other public invitations anymore, it was like he became a ghost.

He counted the days since he had lost you. All his mind thought about was you,you,you. He felt like a madman, like his mind was taken over by just you. How ironic. You were his savior and captor all at once.

All that was on your mind was him. How he held you like if he let you go you’d fade out of existence.

He’d gotten some updates from Steve but not many. Maybe you were okay, moved on with your life. Maybe he made the right choice to leave, so how could it feel so wrong?

You’d isolated yourself from everyone around you, drowning in your own sorrow like something was missing, constantly. 24/7.

How could it be that he still aches for every part of you?

He missed the way you smiled at some cheesy joke Rhodes made. Bucky, of course, would instantly know the joke wasn’t funny at all but you were you. You were the person who made everyone and everything feel welcome. You made him feel welcome, wanted even.

So that dissipated over time, the thoughts that were kept at bay, crashed through the dams. He felt like you were his life guard while he was drowning. Maybe you were each other's saviors after all. But someone better could replace him, someone with less issues, trauma, guilt. The times he had raised his voice at you.

His way of raising his voice was that his tone was harsher than what it normally was, he made himself sound like the villain he never was. You kept each other up, both drifting together on one boat, towards a future you both so badly craved to have. You wanted Bucky Barnes to be your own, not someone else's

You took a shower in what felt like ages and did your hair. You had to cut it shorter due to the fact that you didn’t maintain it often. It did suit you though, it gave you this edge, you felt like.

After getting dressed, you took a deep breath. Were you really going to the Avenger Compound to be met with a bunch of stares. Yes.

Was it completely nerve wrecking? Also yes.

You knew a lot of people around there since you managed to become the social butterfly of the compound, making sure everyone was okay and well before you went up to your best man.

You shook the thoughts out of your head and went out the door, mentally checking if you had all you needed.

On your way over you got a call from Steve, his voice sounded urgent but you couldn’t quite make it out due to the loud streets of New York.

You went into a coffee shop to get some noise reduction and heard him say that Bucky was leaving.

Leaving? How could he leave the thing he made his life's purpose?

You hung up without a word and began sprinting towards the compound. Well.. this seemed like a good idea until you remembered you didn’t have the stamina of a super soldier or a whatever.

You propped your hands on your knees and exhaled long deep breaths, laughing to yourself at how ridiculous you must look right now.

You saw spider-man doing his New-York sweep for ‘’bad guys’’ as he called them and he then quickly spotted you. ‘’Hey! Hey!’’ he called out, along mumbles of your last name, you’re sure he almost accidentally said Barnes as a last name which made you cringe internally.

“Are..are you okay? Do you need help?? Mr. Stark has put like this phone thingy in my suit, i could call him for you if you want!’’ He exclaimed enthusiastically.

‘’No, i just need to get to the compound.’’ You exhaled as if your lungs didn’t want air.

‘’Oh i could take you there! But may i ask why you thought running would be a good idea? it’s like a couple mile-’’ You had looked at Peter with a deadly glare which immediately shut him up.

‘’So how does this..work?’’ You asked, hesitance on your voice. ‘’You just kinda.. hold on.. i guess..’’ He looked at you. You figured under that suit he’d have a dorky smile.

You held on to him and before you knew it, you were launched into the air. “HOLY FUU-’’ Cars honked, trucks drove past and all of the noise from the city was fading to a lower volume and you just laughed looking down. Thinking about how you’d laugh your ass off if Peter would ever take Bucky on one of his swing rides.

You quickly got to the compound and stood on your own two feet, wobbly at that. Steve saw you two arrive and he steadied you. ‘’If that ride was for nothing i’ll kill Bucky.’’ You exclaimed, swallowing your nerves.

Steve led you to Bucky and before he could rev the engine, you twisted the keys in his motorcycle the other way. A deadly glare along with a scoff was sent your way until he realized it was you. His features softened and you just raised your eyebrows as if you caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Bucky called out your name, as if he thought he was dreaming. At least two months went by without you, your face,your everything.

‘’Hop off cowboy.’’ You said but he shook his head. Determined to leave the place where he wasn’t wanted.

‘’Fine.’’ You said, which he looked at you suspiciously. And before he knew it you hopped on to his motorcycle.

‘’You need a helmet for that.’’ He deadpanned.

‘’Oh i know.’’ You shot back and had a sweet smile on display.

He scoffed again when he saw Steve walking towards you both with a helmet in hand. ‘’Keep him safe for me, will you?’’ Steve looked at you with a hint of worry.

‘’Will do Captain, I promise he’ll be back in one piece.’’

Steve nodded and you tapped Bucky’s shoulder, you knew he was already done with your antics but you didn’t care. You needed to break through his shell like you’ve done before, so that is what you were going to do.

‘’Fine, we’ll go somewhere to talk or whatever.’’ Disinterest was in his voice but you knew better.

‘’Alrighty Mr. Grump.’’ You said.

You two reached a place that overlooked a small portion of New York but it was secluded and beautiful nonetheless.

You two sat down and it was as if nothing had changed. Which in theory, didn’t. You still loved each other as much as one possibly could.

‘’I think-’’

‘’You know-’’

‘’You go first’’ Bucky said to which you nervously pulled on the hem of your shirt and cleared your throat.

‘’I think we made a mistake. I think we belong together, and I know you don’t believe in that type of stuff. Like how we make our own destiny but.. I think you are my destiny, Bucky Barnes.’’

Bucky let out a shaky breath, one he would take to muster up the strength to not break into tears in front of you. But when he heard you whisper a quiet ‘’It’s okay’’ he let the tears fall. He felt your tender touch wipe at his tears, belonging and the feeling you get when something is ‘just right’ flooded his entire being.

‘’Marry me.’’ He said. Something you would have never once in any scenario have expected. His lips were close to yours, his breath fanning over your lips as you closed your eyes.

‘’Only if you make it last forever.’’ You whispered, trying not to break into tears too.

‘’Till death do us part.’’ He said, which you repeated.

Finally his lips were on yours, kissing for all of the times you didn’t. By the time you both let go, stars hung in the sky while both of you were on your backs, holding each other and pointing at your favorite stars which seemed to align to one and the other.

#marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes angst #mcu x reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader

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surreality51 · 2 years

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Ode to Roger’s Serve

Let’s talk about Federer’s serve, because that serve is a thing of beauty.

For one thing, it’s the third best serve in history if you’re measuring by number of career aces:

And alongside serve machines like Isner and Karlovic, Federer also has one of the top serves in history based on percentage of service games won:

I almost feel like the first 3 above shouldn’t count because they’re all monsters over 6′5″ height which is just unfair. I mean, look at this ridiculousness:

Roger is not a short dude, he’s 6′1″ but he’s goddamn tiny compared to Isner.

Anyway, back to gushing about Federer’s serve: I forget which tennis player said this, maybe it was Andy Roddick, but someone said that one reason why Federer has been so dominant in his career is because of his serve: once he breaks you, you’re pretty much done, because you’re not going to break him back. You’re just not. And as you can see from the chart above, it’s true. You’ve got about an 11% chance of breaking his service game.

What makes Federer distinctive from the rest of the list above is that his serve isn’t especially fast or powerful. While the other guys on this list routinely hit first serves above 140mph, Federer averages around 120-125mph, which is decidedly middle-of-the-pack on the ATP tour (120mph average men’s serve speed).

It’s interesting to note that his middling serve speed is intentional on Federer’s part. He’s said in interviews that he usually serves at 80% max strength, meaning he could hit the ball harder if he wanted to, but he intentionally sacrifices speed for accuracy.

That accuracy or ability to hit the ball wherever he wants, whenever he wants, is one of the things that makes Federer’s serve so dangerous. The other aspects are variety and disguise.

Accuracy

Here’s Federer’s serve placement vs Djokovic during one set from 2015, per Tennis TV on Twitter:

Now, I have no idea if Djokovic’s placements are more scattered because he was aiming for a variety of shots, but my point is that Federer is very clearly aiming for and hitting his serves accurately and hugging the lines pretty much every single time.

Just for fun, here’s another graphic I found online for Federer vs Medvedev during a set in Miami 2019:

And 2019 ATP Finals against Matteo Berettini:

Nice work, Rog.

Variety & Decision Making

In this interesting article on thetennisbros.com, the writer talks about how Federer can serve with flat, slice, or kick:

Federer can strike the ball hard and flat on the first serve or with slice.

On his second serve, he can hit heavy, biting topspin, kicking the ball up and away from his opponent, or even, topspin-slice to keep them on their toes.

And while yes, most pros can do the same, it’s his decision making that makes the difference. Per thetennisbros.com:

He also chooses the right spin at the right time, more often than pretty much every other player on tour. All players complain about not being able to read Federer’s serve.

It’s not the fastest, or heaviest in terms of spin, but it is one of the very best ever, through his incredible variety and decision making throughout a match.

For a fun discussion of Federer’s deceptively difficult second serve, check out this awesome video where a former pro who had a practice session with Federer in 2016 (2015?) talks about what it’s like to have Federer’s second serve coming at you (start at 23:49):

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Disguise

Federer’s serve is notoriously difficult to read, in large part because he uses the same ball toss no matter where he intends to place the serve.

Here’s the trajectory of his ball toss for a kick serve going wide vs a first serve down the T:

It’s pretty much about the same no matter where he’s aiming for. Compare that with Frances Tiafoe, whose serve is analyzed in this interesting New York Times feature:

Tiafoe can hit his flat serve and slice with the same toss, making it difficult for his opponent to read his intentions. But he has to change it for the kick (which most players use as their second serve). Returners can read the kick toss and anticipate the serve, but the tremendous spin on the ball makes it hard to attack.

This isn’t to pick on poor Frances, since many (most?) other tennis players also change their toss depending on what type of serve they’re trying to hit. The point here is to illustrate how unique Federer’s ball toss is and how it aids in disguising his intentions. Per tennis coach and writer John Yandell, Federer’s arcing ball toss allows him to “open up a workbench” above his head, from which he can hit the serve anywhere along that arc to wherever he wants in the service box.

He could add spin or slice to his serve at will, resulting in an unusual variety and motion to his serves. Here’s the great Serena Williams, herself a great server, talking about how difficult it is to read Federer’s serve after they faced each other for the first time at the 2019 Hopman Cup:

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And here’s Williams’s long-time coach talking about Federer’s serve:

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In Conclusion

I don’t care what anyone else says, he is the GOAT when it comes to serving. The end.

#roger federer #I think about male tennis players a normal amount #that went from 0 to 100 real quick #thank you for coming to my TED talk #tennis #Thank you tennis gods

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black-velvet-lady · 2 years

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Narrative Framing and How it Colours Audience Perception

Something occurred to me while watching Avatar the Last Airbender. Azula is heavily coded by her first introduction to be viewed in a negative light regardless of any of her further actions.

I refer to this affectionately as the Cruella DeVil effect. Anyone around my age might be familiar with the 1961 Disney Classic 101 Dalmatians and Cuella’s introduction where the Male human protagonist Roger sees his wife Anita’s friend Cruella pull up and he begins singing a song informing the audience of her villainy before the Audience even has a chance to even see her.

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Course this also further colours any further films that feature Cruella DeVil. Those familiar with the 1961 animated film or even the live action films featuring Glenn Close playing the aforementioned villainous woman would have their perception coloured by these portrayals when viewing the Cruella DeVil movie staring Emma Stone. It’s hard to establish sympathy for character whose first on screen introduction was highlighted by a song calling her a creature stalking you from under a rock.

More under the cut.

Here’s where Azula comes in, her first introduction as a character is this scene here.

When Zuko had his Agni Kai against his father she smiled. From this moment any attempts at having Azula display moments of vulnerability or kindness however fleeting fight an uphill battle against this scene. The audience is geared to see her actions as desiring to cause pain to another character that we are geared to see in as a most sympathetic light as reasonably possible.

This actually happens twice. As we all know Azula was played by a much older actress then the fourteen year old fictional character. During a scene in episode one of season three Zuko storms into his sisters bedroom and demands answers from Azula. Grey Delisle her voice actress stated when interviewed that she deliberately voiced the scene seductively. Why she would voice an underage girl speaking seductively to her brother in a children’s cartoon of all things I have no idea, but it once again colours a fan perception. Azula the seductress.

Now fan headcanons are one thing, but when actually presented with canon evidence, we all know this girl rolled up a -4 on that Charisma modifier.

This girl couldn’t flirt her way out of wet paper bag and we all know it.

Narrative framing is a very and I mean very powerful thing. Long before I ever watched Avatar the Last Airbender I watched a lot of different shows that featured far darker themes and villains that had done far worse in the narrative. One such character that always comes to mind for me personally is Hexadecimal from Reboot.

Personally my favourite female villain. Period. Nostalgia bias has everything to do with it. Often the hero characters have to find a way to outsmart Hexadecimal since her power far exceeds any of the characters, and they do this by playing on her two biggest weaknesses: Her crush on the main character Bob, and her programming desiring chaos. One such scheme of Hexadecimals involves her turning the whole entire city to stone cause she was bored and then undoing it cause everything being the same would be completely unbearable. But the narrative does redeem her in the end of the Damon Rising Arch, and her redemption is based entirely on the fact that she has a crush on the main character to the point that she would be willing to die so that he may live.

She is not a good person. She was never a good person. And her entire motivation is selfish since the man she has that affection for, is not interested in her and more often then not uses her crush to manipulate her into doing what he wants. And she can not buy a freaking clue. Being a little mean to Bob here cause he does care about her well being, but in truth the guy manipulates her like its going out of style.

Case in point of Manipulation being portrayed as a heroic act as opposed to a strictly villainous one.

Another case for Narrative framing changing perception of a character look no further then Lust from the two Full Metal Alchemist anime series.

Both 2003 and 2009 series of Full Metal Alchemist have very different versions of what the Homunculi are and that difference in their very nature changes who they are as characters to such a degree that The Lust in 2003 at one point joins the heroes against the main villain and the Lust in 2009 is the first Homunculus to die. A very drastic change considering both characters were displayed in their opening scenes committing murder, attempted murder, threatened the life of a child, along with many other grave crimes. 2003 is not a show I watched in a while but the intense contrast between the two variations a character can take tends to stick with you.

So how does this relate back to Azula? Well from her design meant to make her look older, to the voice actress being older, to her theme music, it’s all designed to make her look sinister and unsympathetic to the point where scenes like these:

Don’t fit with what we have been given as an audience to base our first perception off of. What we are told to see is this and it can often blind us to other aspects of character.

Maybe it was too late for this scene.

By time this came to be we had long ago made up our minds. But then again the game was rigged from the start.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #azula meta #villain meta

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER SEVEN: RED ALERT

“Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings. Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing. Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream Master, master”

▸ summary: the interview is a load of crap and suddenly you’re all in the fight ▸ characters: bucky barnes, tony stark, natasha romanoff, sharon carter, & steve rogers ▸ word count: 3,388 ▸ warnings: canon violence, semi drowning, angst (minor) ▸ series masterlist

There were only a few moments in your life that you ever found yourself being nervous about. From the top of your head, you could only recall a few. The time when you had to give an oral exam in front of your Freshman year at USC. Another when you had to instruct your first class at SHIELD. And now, as you saw the man behind a desk begin an examination of Bucky.

“Your first name is James?” called out the thin man, placing his briefcase onto the desk. The camera covering Bucky’s face showed how visibly uncomfortable he was, making you reach out for Natasha’s hand again to ground you.

“I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions.” he went on, noticing that Bucky was not going to respond right away. It pained you not to be there in the room, to protect him from anything that could possibly be taken too far.

“Do you know where you are, James?”

“How the hell would he know where he is, he was literally arrested in Romania and traveled all the way to damn Berlin.” you muttered, feeling already fed up with all this. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed that Steve seemed to mirror the same anger you did.

“I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“He keeps calling him, James. He doesn’t go by that. Why isn’t he asking if he’s okay? He’s just trying to get information.” you sighed, glowering over at the small image of the therapist. “Did we even do a background check on him?” Turning to Tony, you leaned in closely. “I can’t let HYDRA get to him again…I can’t.”

Tony reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, getting you to come over to his side as he probably noticed how upset you were starting to get. “FRIDAY can do a scan, for now we gotta wait. Okay?”

When you looked back at the cameras you noticed Bucky pick his head up finally. “My name is Bucky.” he croaked out. Sounding almost weak and defeated.

“Tell me, Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.”

The choice of words kept throwing you off. None of this sounded right. Why would the first thing a therapist want to bring up is the past few things that would make Bucky upset? Was this not just to check on his current state of mind?

“Don’t worry,” the man reassured. “We only have to talk about one.”

You turned around again to catch Steve looking just as perplexed about you. All anger that you must have felt towards each other momentarily dissipated as you shook your head to him. “Something’s off.” you mouthed, catching him nodding in agreement. The last thing you see is him pointing over to the screen again when the lights all suddenly go out.

The emergency lights flickered a red hue on and off in the whole room. The agents all around began to go into a small panic, Everett Ross being the man one beginning to call out orders. The loss of the video feed only settled your anxiety further as you tried to take over one of the computers in front of you.

“Let me try.” Pushing one of the agents aside, you entered in any sort of keys you could remember to restart it all. But the screen remained black, making you angrily stagger back. Natasha reached out to you, pulling you by her side. “I have to get to him, Nat.”

“Not when we don’t know what we’re facing yet.” Her lips pursed before she groaned a bit. Following her gaze, you noticed Sam and Steve both rush out of the glass case towards the front doors. “Do not follow Rogers.”

Before you could protest, Tony is back to being at your side. “FRIDAY’s working on the source of the outage. Let’s hussle.”

Not needing to be told twice, the three of you quickly rush past the agents as you make your way towards the door. “Please tell me you brought a suit.” Natasha asked calmly, trying to keep her grip still on your arm.

Tony, ever the one to help, replied back in a huff. “Sure did. It’s a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two button.” Turning momentarily to give a glaring look to the two of you. “I’m an active-duty non-combatant.”

“Will you shut the sarcasm up?” you hissed, trying to get ahead of the two. Luckily Sharon caught up with you guys, ready with a lead.

“Follow me!”

She led the four of you over to the stairwell. Mentioning that Bucky had escaped from his cell and was making his way past the fifth floor. A couple of GSG 9 agents had managed to momentarily slow him down in the building’s lounge area.

“Is he saying anything to anyone?” you gasped behind Sharon, panting softly as you tried to quickly follow behind her every step.

“They think something must have triggered him into fighting. He’s unresponsive and attacks any who approach him. We’re told to get him down.”

You don’t bother to ask what that meant mostly because you were scared of what kind of answer that could be. The four of you reach the hall towards the door of the lounge when suddenly you’re being pulled back.

Tony reached into his pocket and slapped a watch onto your wrist, locking the strap with a click before he pulled his hand back. The watch made a wiring noise as the tips of his fingers dragged the gadget over. It looked exactly like how your repulsor gloves did only with more upgraded padding and a better power source.

“Functions just like your old ones except with the addition of a sonic blast option and a flash bright enough to give you tan.”

You gaped over at Tony. He was one of the smartest people you knew and something like this with the functions to possibly take down a super soldier weren’t exactly made in a day. Even your old repulsors at home had a couple of function difficulties. “This wasn’t just made to be used against Bucky, was it?” you whispered.

“Contingency plans, kid.” was all he replied with before Sharon joined the two of you and handed you each a comms for your ears.

“What’s the plan?” she asked, looking between the three of you. Natasha shoved the piece in her ear, peeking out through the window on the door before nodding her head. “Tony first, as a blunt offense, then Sharon and I join after to try a double take down.” Looking back at you, she shook her head sadly. “You need to hang back for a second. We’re not sure how he’ll respond to you, but you’ll be our last leverage if we think you can calm him.”

“Nat, wait.” Licking your lips you pulled her in closer. “I’ve gotten him out of it before. It’s like New York..cognitive recalibration.”

Her eyes widened as she recalled the memory of fixing up Clint in the same manner. “That’s only if we’re able to get close enough. If Sharon and I can get him down, even if just for a second, you can come in for the hit. Got it?”

“Alright.” You sighed. “Let’s do this.”

One by one the four of you moved into position, ready for the time when to strike. Even if you didn’t want Bucky to be hurt in all this, you couldn’t help but panic as Tony quietly moved around towards him. He wasn’t like the others, and without his suit you feared for what might happen.

“We’re in position.” Natasha said, causing you to peek from behind your pillar. The two girls huddle in close, pointing and whispering which way the other would possibly go.

“Be careful guys.” you whispered into your comms, watching carefully as Tony opened up his own repulsor glove. Without even a second thought, Tony rushed out towards the fight, aiming his hand up towards Bucky. There’s a high piercing sound and for a second you see it stumble Bucky.

Unfortunately, Tony didn’t think to continue with an endless assault with both the sonic blast or the flash beam. Soon enough Bucky has his hand on Tony’s and without hesitance he’s aiming a gun right directly into your brother’s chest.

“I’m going in!” you gritted, watching as Tony barely made it in time to clasp the gun from going on. In a quick maneuver, Tony managed to deconstruct the gun and use it as a weapon against Bucky. But the hit barely affects the super soldier.

“Hold off, Scout!” Natasha replied, giving you the chance to watch as Tony was thrown across the room. Quickly dashing across the pillar, you moved over to try and reach for Tony, pulling him out of Bucky’s sight as the two girls made their moves to attack him now.

Tony groaned as you dragged his body with you, hiding it carefully against the wall so you could check him out. “He’s definitely not invited to Thanksgiving.” He grumbled before he passed out, having been hit too hard. Worried, you searched over Tony to make sure he wasn’t bleeding before looking back at the fight. Natasha in typical fighting action, was wrapped around Bucky in her signature take down move, using her elbows to hit against Bucky’s head.

The second he has her pinned down with his metal hand around his throat, you’re sure that it’s time to step in.

“где она? (Where is she?)”

Confusion hits you as you try to figure out why he not only started to speak again, but had a question to Natasha. Before you could take action, out of nowhere emerges the mysterious Prince T’Challa. Bum rushing against Bucky quick enough for you to make your way over to Natasha.

“Our plan is shit.” you muttered, helping her up from the table. Her only reply is a hoarse cough as she leaned against you. Sharon who had also been taken down was already up and speaking to her team with her comms link.

“The therapist escaped. They’re evacuating the building so they can nip this in the bud.”

Handing Natasha over to Sharon, you turn your repulsor back on before glancing over to where Bucky and T’Challa. “Where the hell is Steve?” Moving with the girls towards the stairs, you all crouch down, hearing the sound of someone being thrown over the ledge.

Tony’s method of an ambush can work again if you’re able to sneak up on him. It isn’t till the scuffing sound of shoes that you turn frozen, listening carefully to which direction he was coming from. There’s something of a sniffing noise before you hear the small mutter of a voice.

“..ананас (..pineapple).”

Natasha shook her head beside you, the same confused look you had before now etched onto her face. “Why the hell is saying that?” Her gravelly voice is barely clear enough to hear. Leaning in close, you try to keep low.

“What did he say?”

“Pineapple.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to hold in the gasp. Bucky mentioned it before more passingly, the scent of your body wash. But it was supposed to be only a distraction for him. Not something that would give you awa-

“MOVE!” You yelled suddenly, pushing the two girls away from the pillar. A metallic fist burst through the concrete, cracking pieces of the rock against the very spot you guys had been crouching at. Unfortunately, despite the warning, the two girls were still hit far and hard enough to be of no help. Giving Bucky the chance to finally see you.

Instead of being scared at the sight of the soldier again, it breaks your heart to know that somewhere inside is Bucky screaming for help. “Soldat,” you warned, scrambling slowly from the floor, your back hits a wall and you raise your hand up to aim the repulsor at him. “Stand down!”

His stare was cold as he marched over at you. Steps heavy enough that you could feel it against your heart.

Keeping your promise you take your aim only to have your hand pushed away, the grip of his metal hand wrapped around your throat instantly. You took too long to shoot and now you were practically stuck in his hold. “ты, Stark, ты это моя миссия (You, Stark, you are my mission).”

Balling up your fist, you attempt to punch at his nose, knowing last time it worked to break him out of his mind. But he was quick to grab that arm too, pushing it against your side. “Stop, please, Bucky.” you whimpered, feeling the grip grow stronger and vision become even more blurry. The blue in his eyes remained cold and distant.

Overcome with sleepiness, he easily threw you over his shoulder. Making the blurred world around your turn upside down. Your surroundings changed not long after and a sudden cool breeze hit over your body. “Stop.” you moaned, sounding more slurred.

Wherever he went, he had you sitting up right again. The feeling of a seat underneath you had you momentarily confused until a familiar whirring up sound brought you back to attention. Every new blink was clearing up and you noticed he had strapped you into the seat of a helicopter. Your body’s axis began to move and you were finally back to being conscious enough to realize he was taking you somewhere.

The soldier didn’t even seem to realize you were awake as his eye line moved to watch as Steve rushed up the stairs towards the landing pad. “Steve!” you yelled, alerting both men now your state. Bucky became slightly distracted at your awakening, causing the plane to jerk to the side enough that Steve had the chance to jump up for the landing skids. Making the helicopter dip down.

You truly never would have believed the strength of Steve had you not been stuck in the seat you were in. Despite Bucky’s attempt to pull the helicopter up, Steve managed to keep his grip tight as he held you guys in place. The alarms were all blaring until Bucky glared, moving the machine to fly against him now.

The helicopter hits against the rooftop, causing it to turn on its side and making the world go weird again as you try to stay in your seat. Bucky growled a bit, using his hand to press against the window and keep himself up while the craft suddenly turned into a spinning motion.

The cracked window showed a beaten up Steve barely picking his head up from the ground before Bucky burst his hand through the glass, gripping onto his throat. He’s back to an unstoppable machine. You’re attempting to get out from the seat when you notice Bucky’s other hand is still gripping onto the control of the craft, causing it to slowly turn and turn until suddenly, the three of you are falling off the edge of the tower.

A bubbled up scream barely escapes your throat before it’s suddenly plunged into the murky water. Your vision is barely visible enough to see that Bucky is passed out from the crash landing. Water is stuck in your throat and you know you don’t have long under it. With a thud, the craft stopped moving and your attempt to grab hold of Bucky, possibly to get the both of you out through the broken window.

With every attempt to pull him out, you feel more water enter your body from your nose. The difficulty of holding your breath and trying to get Bucky out began to take its toll. But you couldn’t leave him, you had to get him out. You can feel your heartbeat quicken to a horribly fast pace when you manage to get him out the window.

Unfortunately, your body realizes it’s impending doom of having consumed too many bits of water, making your movements slower and eventually come to a sad end. Everything felt like it was burning and you knew you’d eventually gasp at the pain soon enough to cause more water to come in.

You pull Bucky close, trying to keep your body close to him as you attempt your last bit of strength to swim up. The surface looked incredibly far and you cursed everything in your mind for having the two of you stuck here. But eventually exhaustion wins and you feel your mouth peel open, swallowing the murky water until it has you slowly fading into unconsciousness.

“Come on!”

There was a hard pressure against your chest, pushing the water inside your lungs to build up. The forced sensation of air into your body was discomforting. But your body couldn’t fight against it.

“Please, Scout. I need you here.”

Again the panicked voice rang in your ears, making the world start to form again. Eventually the pressure against your lungs moved right enough to push up against your diaphragm, causing the water to flow up and out of your mouth, giving you a chance to gasp in some air.

Quickly you were being pushed to sit up, leaning against the chest of Steve as he helped pat your back while you threw up some of the water that had been lurking inside of you. Tears fell past your cheeks and you let out a small whimper of pain as it grew all over you.

A warm hand rubbed against your cheek, turning you to look Steve in the eye. He checked over your face, looking concerned as he leaned forward to press a kiss against your cheek. “Thank God, sweetheart.” he whispered, pulling you in for a hug.

The feeling of relief and having been saved only lasts for a moment before your eyes scan around. Before Steve could get out an answer, your eyes glanced over to find a still unconscious Bucky on the ground beside you.

Pulling out of Steve’s arms, you crawled over to and reached to lift up Bucky’s head. Placing it down gently against your leg as you checked him over. Thankfully he was still breathing, giving your very much battered heart a break.

Steve coughed a bit, moving up from the ground now, making him tower of the two of you on the floor. “What are we going to do?” you asked, feeling completely hopeless. “We can’t let them get him again..”

“I know.” Steve agreed, worried blue eyes looking over the area. He had managed to grab you two from the water but you were all still too close to the building for comfort. “We’re gonna have to find a way out of here.”

Getting up from the floor, you beckon the blonde over to help you lift up Bucky from the ground. The weight of the wet super soldier was worse out of the water than in. “He weighs a ton. How are we gonna get out without anyone seeing us.” you grunted. Even with Steve doing most of the lifting, it was hard for the three of you not to be completely noticeable. Especially when one of you passed out.

Thankfully the nearby bridge that connected two buildings cast a good enough shadow that you were able to drag him towards the streets. All you guys had to do now was find a means of transportation.

A loud car horn made the two of you jump in place as a dark blue Volkswagen bug pulled up in front of you guys. “Get in!” Sam grunted, opening up the passenger door. Quickly pushing the seat forward, you climb into the back, opening up your arms for Steve to help place Bucky beside you. There was a glimmer of hope back in your mind and you waited until Steve was in and the car was moving to let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get out of here, Sam.”

“James Barnes, the suspect in the UN Vienna bombing escaped custody today…Recordings show the suspected taking hostage of the young heiress of the Stark empire before leaving the building. Also missing, Avenger Captain Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. Updates will be made tonight..”

a/n: I feel like the video meme ‘and nothing can go wrong! OH GOD IT’S ALL GOING WRONG’ Just me? lol anyway, this is a bit short but i could not go another day without updating the scout verse. I missed Bucky too much.

TAGGED REQUESTS: @justanothermagicalsara

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #rtc

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complaining about Vorkosigan Saga fanfics.

Executive Summary: Fanfic writer tried to write knockoff GI Jane, but made it more boring and mediocre in every possible way.

This one was a fic about a girl. A very special girl. A girl who was, apparently, the first girl in the three-planet Barrayaran Imperium to join the Barrayaran Imperial Service.

In other words, it's GI Jane, in space.

If you're not familiar with the series, "The Service" started including non-noble and non Barrayaran men as officer candidates only, oh, a few decades ago. There is a woman's auxiliary, but women aren't directly allowed to serve in the main military.

Now, what makes our heroine so special? What makes her more unique than the countless women and girls who tried the same thing over the decades?

She was there.

I'm not kidding.

She tried to petition the Emperor, but the guards wouldn't let her in the gates. Which means she happened to get noticed by Cordelia Vorkosigan.

She's the wife of the former Regent and Prime Minister, Aral Vorkosigan. At this point in the timeline, he's had to retire for health reasons, and got a nice, relaxing job as, um, governor of a planet.

Now, from a writing perspective, there are these things called "threshold guardians". People or obstacles that keep the protagonist from escaping their everyday life. Once the hero/ine changes and grows to overcome the Guardian, they enter a new world, where they'll have to further change and adapt. Remember that scene in the first Harry Potter book, where Draco says Harry should join Slytherin? Or when Steve Rogers meets Erskine?

The heroine says her family's oldest sons have traditionally served. But her older brother died, and she's the next in line. So she wants to join.

Cordelia basically looks at her and goes "Great! Let's make it happen."

This feels kind of in-character for Cordelia, but I still feel like she'd test the kid's resolve somehow before acting. And it doesn't feel like the girl actually earned her way past the threshold. In one story, a woman in the Vorkosigans' district walked four days to their gate. Her newborn was murdered, her village mayor didn't want to do anything, the district magistrate is away for weeks, and so she came to beg her lord to investigate, as is her right. Miles Vorkosigan happens to be coming back from a swim, gets her in to see his father - who's taking a break from being Prime Minister - and the second Miles actually gets the woman past the threshold, she starts to panic about talking to The legendary Aral Vorkosigan. Her reward? An investigation. By Miles. By the end of the story, both her and Miles have gone through a lot of character development. Even more when he visits her again in Memory. In this fanfic, the heroine basically tripped and fell onto an "I win" button. The Vorkosigans are the most powerful family in the Imperium. They literally include the Emperor. And she happened to run into the one person in the family most likely to - and most capable of - helping her. Timeskip to a year later. Cordelia's been training the kid, as well as attending to the political issues. The Emperor himself has put his thumb on the scale, and our heroine learns that she's got a shot. Now, you'd think the press would be interested in this groundbreaking girl. Maybe try a few ambush holovid interviews. Nope! Maybe try to interview her friends and family back home. Nope! In fact, she doesn't think about her family back home at all. Not even to contrast her old life with the luxurious surroundings of Vorkosigan house, where she's been living. I can't remember if she even mentions Ma Kosti, the Vorkosigans' legendary cook. And when Heroine gets to the academy, does she ever think "boy, this is sure different from my time with the Vorkosigans, or my time back home!"? Of course not. In fact, her family only seems to exist to give her paper-thin motivation. She never thinks "I need to live up to my family's legacy of Service, even if I'm a girl. Even if I want to quit." I'd like to think the writer didn't want to retread old ground for the series, but I suspect she just didn't think of it. It could've been very interesting to see a Miles-like arc from another angle. The other cadets and officers at the camp generally fall into three categories; active hatred, confusion and/or indifference, or they actually like her.

You may notice a fourth category is missing; protection.

Barrayar has very rigid gender roles, though they get looser over the course of the series. There should be men and boys who have the instinct to protect Heroine. It happens in some real-world mixed units., and it's come up in the original books lots of times. Our heroine is bullied and ostracized, but remains plucky and determined. And only plucky and determined. She doesn't really grow as a character to to overcome obstacles. She makes friends through no real effort of her own. In fact, she makes friends with a guy she seriously hurt during a training exercise, where she was literally punch-drunk. Actually, let me go into detail. This is around the midpoint of the first "book" of this fic. In a traditional narrative, this would be where the protagonist realizes they need to make some critical change. And this scene is big, important, and dramatic.

The writer just forgot the "change" part.

Heroine is in a hand-to-hand fighting exercise, overseen by an drill sgt. who hates her. Someone's about to try a certain move on her. She knows a move that can counter that move, but only if you take the other guy by surprise. So she uses it. Sarge gets mad. He commands her to take the next guy without resisting. And the next. And the next. The entire class, in fact. If she resists, she gets in serious trouble. But, of course, she can tap out at any time. All she has to do is admit she can't take it.

She doesn't.

She just takes it, until she sees this one guy. Someone ransacked her quarters, and left his hat there. She knows it probably wasn't him, and he was almost certainly framed. She lashes out anyway. Which disqualifies her.

The dick drill sgt. says her punishment is...to keep going.

And then another sergeant shows up, and quietly threatens to kill the dick drill sgt. if he doesn't cut it out.

In fact, the jerk sgt. seems awfully eager to bully a girl who has the most powerful woman in the Empire as her Galactic godmother. Beating our heroine to a pulp, with dozens of witnesses, is not exactly subtle.

Incidentally, taking that beating actually impresses a lot of the boys with our heroine's toughness and determination. Which would've been a fine plot development, if a) her friend didn't just tell her, and the story had shown us instead, ii) she had actually blacked out or collapsed, instead of being rescued by Sgt. G. Angel (not for the first time), and 3) she didn't lash out at the framed guy for plot purposes.

II would force the dick drill sgt to be much more low-key and psychological,

which would increase the challenge for our heroine going into the second half of the "book".

I don't think the heroine even sees the framed guy coming up in line, and starts getting irrationally mad at him. She just notices he's there and hits him.

To misuse a term Blake Snyder used, it's too much marzipan. The scene has a clear focus, but there's too much other stuff tacked on.

In the climax of the first 'book', there's a team obstacle course, and if our girl passes that, she moves on. So she has to assemble and train a ragtag group of misfits to storm HYDRA's main base win the Big Race.

Including the framed guy she assaulted.

Who forgave her the second she explains the situation and apologizes.

Notice the situation is set up so the heroine isn't actually at fault. Remember, she only hit him because she was groggy from the beating. It would be one thing if she seriously thought he was a bad guy, and she learned he wasn't after she injured him, but her and her friends already went "he was pretty obviously framed" the second they found his hat.

Maybe the framed guy could be frosty to her for a while, and she feels guilty about hurting him, and, y'know, grows as a character somehow. Has to actually earn his forgiveness, and his mistrust keeps hindering the team in the climax, until she Digs Down Deep, sacrifices some character flaw, and does something important to get him onside.

Or maybe that guy gets hurt or put at risk of injury, and her team can go on and win without him, and she makes them go back. They lose the race, but impress the judges, and our girl passes on sportsmanship (EG the House Cup at the end of Harry Potter 1).

Maybe the framed guy is on the jerk team, which abandons him to win.

Instead, the race is pretty much a foregone conclusion. The good guys have a secret technique that the dicks on the other team can't match. The savior sgt basically told our heroine how to win. All she had to do was figure out how to execute it.

And you know the worst part? The stupidest part? That one sergeant?

Guess who he was sent by?

So we have a story where the Vorkosigans' significant "soft power" and political influence apparently vanish the second our heroine hits the academy (which sure wasn't the case when Miles was there, even without his dad actively helping), but they also send a guy to be her guardian angel, and also deprive her of agency.

You've probably started thinking a certain phrase. But I won't call our girl a Mary Sue. In fact, she's kind of the opposite.

She's basically a very ordinary girl in a very ordinary, shallow story - especially compared to the series' usual level of depth and quality - but the story treats her like she's very, very special.

If anything, I started feeling like she was a token. The tip of a spear to get women into the regular military, thrust by Cordelia. Not valued for herself, but only for how useful she is. The story implies otherwise, and it would be greatly out of Cordelia's character, but, again, we don't see very much about Heroine's relationship with Cordelia, even in flashbacks.

Because there are no flashbacks.

The most influential woman in the Vorkosigan Saga is reduced to a plot device.

Which is ironic, given the themes of this story and the series.

I want to say this story is aggressively mediocre even for a Young Adult book, but it's not. It's mediocre for middle grade book. Maniac Magee has more depth and nuance and originality than this, and I'm not just saying that because it's one of my favorite books.

The second "book" opens with one of her friends - a noble son who doesn't fit in with his family - having a falling out with his dad. Because daddy is a bigot who doesn't like our heroine, or the idea of women in the service. So - of course - the youth basically disowns himself and moves in with the Vorkosigans, and that's when I gave up. I even deleted the story from my AO3 history, apparently, and I can't find it, so I can't check my memories.

I don't mind the idea of static protagonists who make others change around them, but they have to at least be compelling in their own right.

Cliches aren't compelling.

Protagonists who keep getting bailed out aren't compelling.

#vorkosigan saga #writing #ao3 #writing advice #nanowrimo #feminism

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Smiffina Episodes: Gun Runner Part 2 - Undercover (2/5)

This episode starts on the same day as the last with an exhausted Mel glad that she only has half an hour left of her first shift. Roger suggests the canteen for some caffeine when a call comes in.

(Another of Smithy's favourites is to see who blinks first 😂😂)

Their call is to a young lad who has been knocked off his bike. He's ultimately fine but his bike isn't! Nate and Ben are the latest victims of the 'No you can't drink your tea, officer!' trope and have to pour their just purchased drinks away to chase after the car. They stop it a short distance away to find a traumatised Becca behind the wheel with head injuries. The paramedics tell Mel they suspect sexual assault. She made DV claims in the past against her former partner but withdrew them soon after. Banksy asks Mel to take her to the Haven, bag her clothes collect the swabs for investigation.

Max and Neil tell Heaton the Figgis sting was a success and that they overheard a mention of a deal with a Wallace. This has turned out to be Kieran Wallace who has form for ABH, GBH, Aggravated Burglary and everything else not very nice. His name has been mentioned a couple of times by Trident connected with the trade of guns from Eastern Europe. Figgis insists he knows nothing of a Wallace until Stevie points out that over the last few months there's been over 50 calls to Wallace's mobile from his. Stevie says he won't be charged if he helps them. If he doesn't, then they'll find out another way and arrest him too and he'll likely never see his son. Figgis reluctantly tells her he's been reactivating guns for Wallace who hires/sells in London on a large scale. He doesn't know where they're kept, where they're going to or anything else as he's only done a couple of jobs for them.

Stevie reports back about Wallace and an unnamed boss. Figgis isn't able to do the job anymore due to the damage to his arm when stabbed. Heaton sums up the options. Human/electronic surveillance and hope to catch them out or put someone undercover. Wallace trusts Figgis and there's a valid excuse for someone taking over at his recommendation. It needs to be someone who can go undercover for a while without leaving any loose ends like partners/family etc as they don't know how long it will be for. Neil suggests Max who says he's up for it given his CO19 background. Heaton suggests they need someone with a similar background to Figgis and experience of the Army weapons. It can only be Smithy! Max isn't too sure, he thinks that Smithy is too emotionally involved with gun crime after Carly's death. Smithy instantly says he'll do it and that he understands he could be undercover for a long time - weeks, months - maybe longer. Neil tells Smithy to speak to Figgis the next day to set up their story and background together and places Max as his handler. The two exchange a rather... wary... look (though the second bit makes it look like Christopher might be about to laugh!)

(Can Nate stop jogging everywhere? He makes me tired just looking!)

The next morning Smithy is in a contemplative mood and barely acknowledges the relief whilst they walk in. Max takes him straight through to an interview room to talk to Figgis. He can keep Smithy/Smith as his nickname/surname so he reacts naturally to being called it but they change his first name to Laurence - the name of his best friend at Primary School. They're going to get Figgis to contact Wallace with them in the room and tell them he can't do the job after a gun backfired on him but that he knows a man who can.

Hairs were found on Becca's clothes that didn't belong to her and the CSE are at her flat looking for a point of entry. She was washing up and an unknown man crept up behind her and pawed at her. She was so frightened she ran away as soon as he loosened his grip - because she cried - and part of that was getting in her car and just driving anywhere he wasn't. She didn't see his face and can only remember he was about 6ft wearing black jeans and rough leather gloves that were old and scuffed white trainers. Becca's boyfriend, Pete, is present. Becca seems stilted and awkward around him and admits that she has a dodgy lock on the door. Pete says he showed her that the door can be opened with a credit card swipe. Her ex boyfriend also knows about the dodgy lock. They split up a about a month and half ago and he's been harassing her since with a brick through the window, graffiti on the door and more.

Smithy and Figgis set up a backstory of meeting at The Boat Inn a year ago - long enough to trust him but not to know all dirty little secrets. The see each other about once a fortnight at the pub. They set up a meeting at 11am at a nearby park bandstand. Neil tells Smithy to read his body language to see if he's jumpy and rushed and if he needs the job doing quickly or if they have time. They're hoping that Figgis vouching for him means that he's more likely to accept Smithy as his replacement but they have to be alert to work with what they get just incase he doesn't get in.

Banksy rules the boyfriend out as he has a clear alibi. Roger finds Becca's ex's car parked nearby when reviewing CCTV. His flat is miles away. When searching his flat, Mel finds a picture of Becca in the bin. Rick claims he doesn't know what's happened and he says he was checking up on Becca to make sure she was OK. They'd been together five years and he claims he still cares about her. He then switches to calling her cheap and filthy and insisting he never touched her. Banksy reminds them they have his DNA and will be checking it against that on Becca. He just smirks and says it'll prove he wasn't there. Banksy still has a strong suspicion he was involved, even when Roger and Mel don't find the trainers or gloves and float the suggestion that he could have had an accomplice. "Who would do that? it's not your average favour is it!" Mel shudders.

Smithy tries to calm Figgis down as he paces the bandstand. Wallace finally arrived and approaches the bandstand. A goon blocks the gates behind him so Max can't 'casually' get near whilst walking through the park. Wallace is not happy with Figgis, squeezing his wound and making it bleed again. Smithy distracts Wallace and gets Figgis away by claiming he was there for a job and if they're just playing around he hasn't got time and they're leaving. Figgis warns him he really shouldn't get involved with Wallace. Smithy has to drive him to the hospital to get his arm checked again - it turns out Wallace has made the damage even worse - not that Max could care less.

Max growls at Smithy that he wasted the opportunity and that he "should have sealed the deal before stropping off." Smithy points out it's not over yet and that he wasn't biting so they had to change tact. Stevie agrees and it would have been worse if he was too keen and it made him look like he's worth chasing. Smithy repeats he knows what he's doing and he did the right thing by all concerned. Max scoffs and tells him he lost the biggest arms dealer in London.

Smithy receives a call a short while later from Wallace. Stevie arrives and starts speaking. Smithy intervenes to cut her off and tell her he's on the phone. He excuses her interruption as 'his girlfriend' and continues, agreeing to meet Wallace. Smithy reports upstairs to Max and tells him he has the job. Wallace wants him to check some handguns to check his skills at the Bull And Bush pub at 5pm and won't be moved on day or time. Max tells him to update Neil and the Super and he'll start getting everything in place.

Nate reports the landlord of a pub recognises the description of Becca's attacker. He says he was jumpy, drank a lot of whiskey in a short amount of time and called a cab from the payphone. The camera is broken but Nate has gotten hold of the two cab numbers by the phone. Pete, Becca's boyfriend is nearly arrested for assaulting Rick, claiming the police should have kept him in. Rick says he doesn't want Pete arrested. Pete goes back to check on Becca.

Max has been working with covert ops to arrange a driving licence, tax records, credit cards and accomodation (complete with CCTV) in the name of Laurence Smith with Stevie as Laurence's girlfriend. They'll track him on GPS via a new mobile and Max's number is stored as 'solicitor' in it. The danger code word is Eagle and can be said to Max/Stevie by text/call/in person and they'll get him out immediately. They're telling uniform that Smithy will be taking some time out for personal reasons. Heaton takes him aside before he goes to work through his new life background with Stevie to ask him if he's fully aware of what he's taking on. They can't say how long he'll be undercover for and obviously there's no contact with friends or family. He asks if there's any family "It's only really me mum so..." and he asks what he's going to tell his friends. "Mainly this lot and that will be taken care of officially." Ugh. My heart. I also don't believe it for a second! He's roughly 30ish at this point. Smithy's been over various nicks, CO19, in the army and through school/Hendon etc. He's a personable bloke on the whole - played for at least one police football team, there was Vickers and Tony Mitchell seen onscreen from his past and whilst yes, they're not great examples, they were still longish term mates and wouldn't be the only ones (*cough* Bob. Nick (now Weaver's dead he could be out of Witness Protection😉 ), Julie Stanley?). I know this makes it convenient and removes complications from an already complicated and complex story but... I'm too protective of this damn boy after like what... 25 years!?

Stevie cheekily grins at the thought of digging into Smithy's past. She asks about girlfriends first so she knows who she's going to base herself on, asking for the most recent or the one who meant the most. Smithy describes Louise Larson but makes her totally different to what she really was, not able or wanting to tell the truth as obviously it would mean mentioning her death and him being set up and going to prison. He tells her they dated for 6 months and that it ended because she met another teacher at the school she 'worked at'. Stevie knows he's not telling the truth. He has to tell her the truth - it's not easy! He then goes on to explain that he doesn't know where his dad was, he hasn't seen him for 10 plus years as he was a violent alcoholic who knocked him and his mum about. Smithy still feels the guilt that he'd go out with his mates rather than stay home 'because it was easier'. [They've also forgotten about the younger brother he mentioned he had when he was a PC because he details climbing out the window of his bedroom and leaving her home alone with his dad]. "Blimey, how much do you charge? I feel like Tony Soprano."

Stevie asks Smithy if he misses the Army. He replies with an emphatic no, but he might do if he hadn't joined the police. "I obviously need order, discipline and uniforms." Max arrives shortly after with a new passport, house keys for 52 Breem Street and other personal documents and takes Smithy's warrant card from him.

Nate has a partial address for the man that they suspect to have attacked Becca. They run facial recognition once they find him and his address but he has no previous. He's confused as to why he's been arrested, he is very awkward but he admits that he was 'visiting Rebecca' and he slid his credit card down the yale lock like she told him to to get into the flat. He admits to creeping up on her and putting his hand over her mouth and then touching her up all as she'd told Mel in her interview but he surprises Banksy by telling him it was all consensual and previously agreed and Becca had told him over email and in a chat room that she wanted him to do it to her and to pretend to force her. He says she was very clear what she wanted from him before it happened. Banksy explains that it's not Becca that he'd been talking with. He still has some of the emails to back himself up. "I'm not a lunatic! I know it was her, I know I got the right house! She sent me a photo! A lovely one of her on the beach." - The same photo that Mel pulled out the bin at Rick's. He insists he was just acting out a fantasy and he thought at first it was just her pretending to resist but he stopped when she cried. The tech guys trace it all back to Rick for sending the emails. Rick simply shrugs when Banksy asked him why he sent Jez to rape Becca. Banksy suggests that he was going to play the hero and rescue her. Rick scoffs, claiming he doesn't want her back. He insists he was going to stop it from happening as he'd realised he'd gone too far, but noone was there when he got there so it must have happened earlier than they'd agreed. He arranged it to get back at her for dumping him. Becca is horrified to hear what happened. Mel assures her Rick will likely be going to prison for causing a person to engage in sexual activity without their consent. Jez will be charged with sexual assault.

Neil sends Max to sit at the bar in the pub that Smithy will be meeting Wallace at. Stevie is sat outside in the car. They're not to step in unless they hear the codeword 'Eagle' from Smithy. Wallace keeps Smithy waiting before finally arriving 2 heavies. Smithy is abducted and taken out to the car where he's forced inside. At an abandoned warehouse Smithy is blindfolded and has a gun pressed to his temple. The gun is moved to his hand and he's told to strip it. Smithy does whilst still blindfolded and then puts it back together in seconds and hands it back to Wallace. They remove the blindfold. "Figgis is right. You're pretty good. Nice one, I'm impressed. And you kept your cool... you're in. Now get out. I'll be in touch." He tells him. Smithy calls Max once he's alone and tells him that he's in.

He then heads to his new house and is less than impressed There's dogs barking, neighbours music blaring and it's sparse and unwelcoming to say the least. In his head [a voiceover for the viewers], Max and Heaton's words echo, asking if he's sure he knows what he's taking on for the next however long.

#the bill #alex walkinshaw #dale smith #smithy #max carter #christopher fox #andrew lancel #neil manson #daniel flynn #john heaton #gun runner part 2 #gun runner part 2 undercover #gun runner undercover #stevie moss #lucy speed #kieran wallace #rupert hill

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𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 (𝟭)

𝙘𝙚𝙤!𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut, angst, manipulation. 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

This story is going to be sweet but at the same time sad af! Also I did post this..!

series masterlist || masterlist

You awkwardly played with the hem of your pastel pink shirt as you stood in the elevator. You were nervous and anxious. Today was your first day at this job and by no means you wanted to mess up.

You knew Steve Rogers had a reputation for being a recluse, but your best friend, Wanda, who already worked at Rogers Corps in the marketing department, told you otherwise. He did keep to himself, but not once had he disrespected any of his employees.

This wasn’t your first job. You were the personal assistant to an old lawyer since you had graduated college. But he was going to retire in a few days and you’d be jobless then. So, you had left him on good terms and had applied for interviews. Luckily, you got selected to the best option on your list. And not just this your dream job, but also you could work in the same place as Wanda.

You inhaled sharply as you reached the top floor of the building; Steve’s office. You hadn’t met each other before this and that’s what all the nervousness was mostly about.

As you got out of the elevator, you mentally prepared the flow of your conversation. Greet, introduce yourself and talk business. You mentally noted the points to discuss and the questions to ask. With the newfound confidence, you knocked on the door.

“Come in.” A commanding voice resonated throughout the place. You gulped and walked in. The moment you saw him, you stood right there in your tracks, dumbstruck.

All the mental scenarios you had made up didn’t prepare you for this. He was undoubtedly, the most excruciating handsome man you ever had the opportunity to lay your eyes on, in real life.

His face shone in the morning sunlight; his dark blond beard gave a rough edge to his suave persona. His eyelashes were long and resting on his cheeks as he was looking down to some papers scattered on his desk, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous. He had a Greek nose and a firm jaw structure.

When he finally looked up to you, you knew no work would be ever done in this office. His eyes were the most piercing you had ever seen; the green-blue standing out against his custom-made blue suit. The suit fitted his body perfectly and you knew he was well built with strong biceps and muscular shoulders. Now this was a problem, how on earth did he expect you to work while he looked like this.

Then he did the most unexpected thing, he smiled. You thought you had died and gone to heaven to see this god of a man. It should be illegal to look this handsome and be so smart. He should be jailed for killing people with his looks.

“Welcome Y/N.” he greeted and for a minute you just took in his words. Your name sounded so right in his voice. And then you realized you should reply too, “Morning sir.” You smiled back.

After that he didn’t waste any time in small talk. He told you what he expected from you and asked if you had some doubts. You didn’t have any and he dismissed you.

You went and sat on your desk outside his office. Yesterday, you had been made clear of your duties by the previous PA of Steve. She was a sweet old lady and had been his assistant right since the beginning of his career.

You started unpacking your stuff and setting everything right where you wanted it to be. At last, you placed two photo frames: one of you and your parents and the other of you and your dog. Brutus was your friend, advisor, confidante and roommate. He was an English Bulldog of white and brown skin coat. He was your family and the best buddy you could ask for.

You had two serious relationships at the very beginning, but neither lasted, though you were still on good terms. After that you hadn't met anyone compatible and decided to leave everything on fate. But a point came where the loneliness became too much and that’s when you decided to adopt a pet. The moment you had seen Brutus, you knew he would be your best friend.

After you were done, you began with your work. You opened the emails and started segregating them. You had no idea how much time had passed and nor did you notice anything else except your work.

You had got a few calls to arrange the meetings for the upcoming days and you had done your work generously. You were snapped out of your haze by someone clearing their throat.

You looked up to see a six feet two man towering over you and your desk. You blinked rapidly and squinted. You wondered what your boss was doing, if he needed something then he should call you right? It shouldn’t be the other way around.

“I guess you are too busy, but I must inform you, it is lunch time.” And that’s when you looked at your watch and internally smacked your face. “Oh! Thank you so much.” You started babbling thankful words and he just nodded and went as silently as he came. And you couldn't help, but stare at your boss’s ass.

~~~

“Wanda, I’m dead and you are the reason.” This was the first thing you bombarded Wanda with as you both took your lunch and sat at the tables.

“Now what did I do?” Out of the two of you, Wanda was definitely the trouble maker. “You didn’t give me any idea. Steve Rogers is sooooo handsome! He looked so much more breathtaking than his photos.

Do you know I was standing there like an idiot the entire time? You could’ve at least given me a clue. And his blue eyes, I’ll sell my soul for his eyes.” You said dreamily.

“Ohhhh, I see someone has a crush.” Wanda teased wiggling her eyebrows. You bit your lip; you knew you had dug your own grave. Wanda was going to tease you for the rest of your life and there was no going back.

~~~

Steve sat on his bed staring out of the huge windows of his penthouse. It was nighttime and the entire city was sparkling, it was indeed the most beautiful sight. But his eyes weren’t watching it.

He was lost in your thoughts. He couldn’t point out what it was about you that he found irresistible, but he felt this invisible string pull himself towards you.

You were hardworking and immaculate with your work. You were perfect and hadn’t left a single space to complain. But that wasn’t the first thing he noticed. The first thing he noticed was your eyes, they were so warm and welcoming, he would want to get lost in them at any moment.

He replayed the entire lunch scene in his head. He had been standing near your desk for a whole lot of ten minutes and yet you were so busy, you hadn’t even looked up to see him. And he didn’t call you before as he himself was mesmerized.

Your eyebrows were pinched, and you were biting your lips. Your makeup was perfect, matching you perfectly. And while standing there, he couldn’t help but look down your blouse, your first few buttons were open and your cleavage was a little visible. And he immediately chastised himself for it. And that’s when he had cleared his throat to call your attention.

“I see you are clearly lost in the thought of some other woman.” Peggy said as she walked in. She was wearing a turtleneck and jeans while he was in his shorts. “I... Ummm.... What are you doing here?” He finally asked her.

“Well, I decided to visit you. Is it so bad?” Peggy pretended to be hurt, she always had a spare key of his house. “No not at all, you are welcome anytime. Just that, I didn’t expect you right now. You actually scared me.” She smiled at that, “You know I love giving you surprises.” she went and sat right next to Steve.

“So, you like her huh?” Peggy teased. “What’s her name again?” Peggy asked purposefully despite knowing your name all too well. Steve looked at her ashamed. How could he do this to Peggy? “It doesn’t matter.” At that Peggy smiled bitterly, “Well it does, now that she is the one reigning your thoughts. Just a day was all it took for you to forget me. Didn’t think you'd do this to me Steve.” he could see the hurt in her eyes.

“You know that’s not true.” Steve couldn’t help it. He still loved Peggy; he knew he always would. Even though Peggy had left him a long time ago, he couldn’t bring himself to forget her. She was still very much present in every aspect of his life, especially this house. It was her choice; the penthouse, the décor, the location and he couldn’t bring himself to change anything. She still walked in whenever she wanted.

“Steve, I need you to love me, only me. I know we are not together. But you belong to me, don’t you? I can’t tolerate to lose you. You are the only one I have. You’ll not leave me, will you? I won’t survive without you.” Peggy had started sobbing by the end.

Steve pulled her into a hug and held her tight. He knew he had hurt her, after all she only had him in this entire world. And he couldn't turn his back on her, she needed him and he would be there for her. “Don’t even think of something like this. I’m yours. And I love you, only you.”

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sarahowritesostucky · 5 months

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Re-uploading my library with only the fluffier🌺 pieces, because fiction⛔reality, but nobody told the 🧌🧌 that

If you used to follow me at sarah-writes-stucky, this is the reboot of that blog, so please give a follow and a re-blog! I miss y'all!

📖It Started with Helga the Lunch Lady

Rated T

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: Dom/sub au, sub Steve, subdrop, humor, Sam Wilson is a good bro

Summary: After a slight collapse at work, Steve is forced to admit his status as a high needs submissive. A prequel starting point for "Wet Dream"

"So."

"SO, I'm gonna assume you lied on your paperwork," Sam says, asking and yet somehow stating at the same time. He's looking at Steve from across the shiny top of the conference table with his big googly eyes - his "don't bullshit me" eyes - and Steve's plans to lie through his teeth dissolve into dust and float away.

"Yeah," he mumbles, unhappy about having to fess up. But it's pretty obvious at this point, since he's just come from the mess - where he'd collapsed.

All the lunch lady had to do was tell him a little too authoritatively that she wanted to see him "be a good boy and clean [his] plate today," and the next thing Steve knows, Sam's scraping him off the floor and walking him to the nearest vacant room, dumping him into a conference chair and complaining about how heavy he is.

"It's not a problem," Steve hurries to say, though his speech is still noticeably clumsy from the lunchroom incident.

Sam scowls. "Rogers, just, I mean - well look at yourself!"

What used to be a tuna sandwich is smeared down the front of Steve's shirt and the crotch of his pants, like damning evidence, a metaphor for his shitty and unfulfilling dating life. Steve frowns down at it, feeling miserable. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I did. Lie."

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't think I'd get the job if I- "

"YOU wrote down that you were a one," Sam interrupts harshly. "That's what you said when I interviewed your ass." He folds his arms across his chest, eyes flicking up and down disdainfully at Steve's ruined clothes. "And over my dead Titi's grave are you a one. So, what level are you?"

Steve winces. "It's really not that big of a d- "

"What. level?"

Steve's shoulders slump and he glumly admits, "... six."

Sam jerks away from the table with a 'what the fucking hell!' gesture.

"I'm sorry! okay?"

"What the fucking hell, Rogers?"

"I know, I know."

"You could get in big trouble for this, Steve!" Sam jabs a finger in his direction, then turns it on himself. "Hell, I'm gonna get in trouble."

"Nobody's gonna get in trouble," Steve insists, some of his fire coming back at the idea of everybody at his work knowing. "Cause you're not gonna tell anybody. Sam? Sam!"

"Shut up." Sam's not even looking at him. He's pulled his phone out, is looking something up, muttering under his breath about how he's sick and tired of dealing with 'too many goddamn cocky dumbass Army grunt jarheads' until he finds what it is he's been searching for. He taps on the screen and puts the phone to his ear, pointing at Steve with big, wide, angry googly eyes when he sees Steve's mouth open to argue again. "Ah! Not a word."

Steve can only sit there helplessly as he hears Sam's call being picked up, and then he has to suffer through the small torture of not interrupting while his manager has a clipped conversation with somebody on the other end of the line about his "high needs employee."

"Sam," he tries again, once Sam's hung up from the call. "I don't need that, seriously,"

"No, you do, seriously," Sam says tersely, glaring across the table for another second before his angry expression gives way to that of a worried friend. He sighs and stands up, rounding the table to stand next to Steve. "Look, man, I get it. You don't want to tell people, that's your business. But you can't go without getting dropped. Not for however long I know your stubborn ass's probably gone. Falling apart just cause Hilda looks at you sideways?"

"... it's Helga," Steve mumbles. "And hey, you don't know: she can be really intimidating." It's a weak argument that holds up about as well as Steve had, back in the mess. Sam doesn't even dignify it with an answer. "What're you gonna do?" Steve worries.

Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. He pats him. "Nothing, if you take care of yourself." He removes the hand and heads for the door just behind and to Steve's left. "I'll text you the place. You're off on personal leave the rest of this week- "

"Sam!" Steve starts to twist around towards the door but Sam's already out in the hallway.

"You've got that, plus the weekend to handle it. And I'll know if you lie about going!"

Steve turns back around, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he clenches his teeth. A moment later, there's a 'buzz' against his leg. He maneuvers past a glob of mayonnaise to pull his phone out of his pocket. As promised, there's one new text.

[11:59 AM] Sam Wilson (VA job):

"Safe Haven Respite Services, LLC"

1472 Halifax St., Ste. C.

--ask for "Bucky" (and don't be an ass!)

Steve purses his lips, knowing that he's going to have to do it if he wants to keep his job. Feeling both tired and grumpy, he lets his hands fall into his lap and scowls down at the phone.

What the hell kind of simp-ass Dom even calls themself something stupid like "Bucky," anyway?

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floatingpetals · 3 years

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Call of the Mountains || Ch. 10

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: language, maybe a tiny bit of angst if you squint. like really squint, danger prone reader tbh

Word Count: 2000+

Summary: (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: yyeaaaaaahhhhh!!! another chapter! Once again, thank you so much to everyone being so amazing and sweet and patient with me! It’s slow going I know, but I’m hoping to get more into a swing of things. Also I may or may not have a job interview coming up(i still gotta send in my resume to the recruiter) But it I do get an interview, I might be getting my dream job?? Like??? YES PLEASE!!! Any who, I hope you all enjoy!!! Please give me validation.

Also don’t forget this is a 18+ only story cause it will get spicy later on.

Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Series Masterlist

“So, why does Nat need me to come down to the main house?” Y/N asked Bucky as she dawdled behind him, swinging her arms while she balanced on the logs used to line the road. It kept her from stepping in the mud that sucked her boots into the ground, even if the slick logs were a little difficult to keep balance on.

Bucky looked back before he responded, smiling widely at the concentration on her face. He stood at the end of the log waiting for her to catch up and helped her hop to the next log with a hand waiting for her to take. Once he was sure she had it, he moved forward to wait at the other end.

“I don’t know.” He finally answered with a sigh. “She’s always been a bit cryptic, but this was.. weird.”

Y/N's face pinched in a grimace and stopped at the end of the log, her hands grasping his waiting one to keep balance.

“She mentioned that the others in the area aren’t too thrilled about people.” She grimaced. “Maybe they figured out I’m here and want to kick me out?”

Bucky snorted. “Nah, they’re not as bad as she makes them out to be…. Well not everyone. You might get one or two that are a little combative, but no one would ever want to hurt you. Even if they did, they’d have to get through me first.”

“Hm,” Y/N hummed, ready to continue her balancing act. “Well, that’s reassuring I suppose. Still doesn’t explain why I have to be there.”

“Who knows. We’ll figure it out when we get there. For now,” he helped her down when they finally reached the main pathway, biting the inside of his cheek at her grumble about the mud. “Let’s just go in with an open mind. But maybe try to steer clear from Steve until I figure out what’s going on. He’s pretty upset apparently.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes, walking towards the large cabin. “I’m coming to the conclusion that he’s one of the combative ones?”

“Sometimes.” Bucky shrugged. “He’s not always so short with people, but things have been a little strained recently.”

Y/N caught the cautious tone in his voice and cast a glance his way. He didn’t provide a reasoning and the dark look in his eye stopped her from asking. It wasn’t her place to question either considering she knew next to nothing about them both, so she bit her tongue and faced forward. Her eyes fell on the strange totem as they neared the cabin, tall and peculiar. The identical pull from the day before slowly washed over her, like the gentle push and pull of the ocean against the sands. She tensed when there was a pulse and just as before, the same glowing thin line rippling through the clearing.

The hair on her arms stood up as it neared, trepidation swirling in the pit of her stomach at the blue glow. Her steps falter slightly, but with Bucky seemingly either unaware or unperturbed by the strange glow rapidly gaining on them, she swallowed that fear and pushed forward. She didn’t need him to think she was crazy or crazier than she already was at least.

What she didn’t expect was delicate sounds of tinkering bells and a mix of soothing murmuring beginning to creep in the back of her mind. A language she couldn’t understand purred softly in her ears, crescendoing as the glowing line edged closer to their feet. The hum rose, begging her to understand and answer, but Y/N hadn’t the vaguest hint of what they wanted. A sensation of peace wrapped her in a cocoon, comforting the panic before it could boil over with ease, expecting her understandable reaction from the strange sensation. Despite not understanding a word that was whispered in her head, Y/N grasped it would never hurt her. The voices almost seemed as if it was crying for help, pleading and begging for to quell the call.

Silent, Y/N watched in a mix of awe and worry as the line separated once it neared them, passing around the two of them with ease. The voices followed the light, falling away until they slipped from her mind with a gentle nudge towards the large cabin. It wanted her to go inside, to see what was in there lying in wait. Y/N trembled, glancing back behind her to watch the light reconnect behind them, spread, and eventually disappeared from her line of sight much like the day before.

“Ah, crap,” Bucky muttered, looking in through the windows to the living room, completely oblivious about what just took place beside him. He could see several of his pack members clustered together, could smell the fury, and il concealed frustration through the closed doors. His oath pulled Y/N’s attention back to him, looking in the direction he was staring. She blanched at the number of faces, all looking equally annoyed as the rest.

“Anything I should know about before we go in?” Y/N whispered, taking a tentative step towards Bucky's side. He let out a heavy breath and shook his head.

“Just… Stick close.” Was all he supplied.

Nodding nervously, Y/N stepped up the deck stairs and let him lead her inside first, nervously wringing her fingers in front of her. Bucky rested his hand on her lower back and gently steered her through the kitchen into the living room, where the tension was dense. Steve was off to the side, glaring at something the group surrounded, not even once glancing in their direction or giving an indication he noticed their arrival.

Natasha was the first to greet them, her lips pulled in a thin line as she stepped away from the cluster of people. She turned her gaze to Y/N, her eyes softening to a look of almost pity. It set different types of bells off in Y/N’s mind, alarm and worry promptly returning. Y/N spared a glance to the other people standing in a group, who all were watching with varying expressions of pity and skepticism when she walked in. A man standing beside the enraged Steve broke away from the one side conversation they were having, an air of sympathy about him as he approached.

“You must be the illustrious danger-prone Y/N I’ve heard all about.” He greeted with a warm smile and extended his opposite hand, eyeing the splint on Y/N’s wrist. She let out a surprised laugh and shook his hand, relieved at least someone wasn’t drilling holes in the side of her head.

“I wouldn’t say illustrious, but given my track record, I don’t exactly have room to argue the danger-prone bit.”

“And she knows how to take a joke.” The man beamed, winking at her easy response. Bucky had to bite his tongue in hopes to ignore the tiny bit of jealousy that reared its ugly head. “I like that in a woman. Names Sam Wilson. Friend and brains of Bucky Barnes; the sense of reason and best friend to Steve Rogers. Wish it were under better circumstances, but I can’t say I’m not happy to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” She shot another confused look towards the group and whatever they were clustered around. No one seemed willing to broach on the topic of why they were there, merely standing there awkwardly. Y/N huffed. “All right. I’ll bite, what’s with the oppressive atmosphere in here?”

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He opened his mouth and quickly snapped it shut, unable to find the words. Giving up, his eyes darted over to Natasha for aid. She took in a deep breath and jerked her chin for them to follow the short distance. Reluctantly the people clustered together separated and let them see what was sitting on the table in the middle of the room.

“I went to your campsite to grab more of your things. Of sorts...” Natasha muttered ominously, standing directly in front of the table and blocking whatever was on there from sight.

“I’m not sure I like the way you worded that sentence.” Y/N frowned, trying to peer around Natasha to see what lay on the table.

“Right, well when I went to your campsite I… Well, I’ll just let you see what I found.” She stepped aside and Y/N gasped, shocked.

Laying on the table strewn about was her campsite. Or what was left of it. Her tent, sparkling brand new and once too big for her alone was ripped to shreds, only scraps of the former tent had seemed to make it with a few broken poles. Her clothes were in a pile, those too torn and shredded. There were scraps of her blankets, she could see the one with the adorable print of foxes in the pile. The few books she had were ripped, the fishing rod her dad lent here was snapped in half. A lantern was smashed, and her cooler was missing the lid. But what made her stop short was her cellphone, the screen shattered, and its back ripped right off.

“What the fuck?” She gasped, a shaky hand reaching out to skim against the shattered glass.

She didn’t have to be a genius to realize that this wasn’t an accident or caused by the storm. A shaky hand reached for the tent canvas, smoothing out the folds on the table to lay it flat.

Five massive slashes, whether they were from a knife or claws, Y/N couldn’t tell were clear as day cutting through the thick canvas. They were wide, too wide to be an attack from an animal. Though of what it was, she remained clueless. All she knew was that it was clear someone or something wanted to harm her. At the very least, wanted to scare the ever-living shit out of her.

“What the hell-who the fuck would do this?” She muttered, not expecting an answer from anyone. Sam was by her side, a grimace on his face as he rubbed her shoulder in hopes to soothe her. The other’s that remained silent during her reaction glanced to each other; whatever suspicion they had about this new human was gone in an instant the moment they scented her pure and unaltered horror and confusion.

The conversation in the room before she and Bucky stepped in the door went down the same direction; this could be a trap. She could have intentionally fallen in the river in hopes their compassionate alpha would save her. Now that she was in the pack, she could leak their weakness out. However, her genuine reaction blew that theory right out of the water. Her scent couldn’t lie, no matter how much some might try to fake it. This woman was an innocent bystander in this vicious attack, and somehow found her way twisted in the politics with a target in her back, even if she wasn’t aware of it.

While Y/N shakily looked through the pile with tears starting to pool in her eyes in fear that she could have been there, been in the tent during the attack, Bucky took in a deep breath.

The smell that hit his nose, despite being faint and nearly nonexistent due to the rain, caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. His hackles raised instantly and the wolf inside him was snarling to get out. They knew that smell. Fuck, he swore to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Natasha caught the soft growl beginning in his chest. She shot him a look and elbowed his side. His eyes snapped towards hers, flashing dangerously showing how close to the surface his wolf was to snapping. She knew that smell too, not even the rain could wash away the smell that suffocated the campsite when she and Steve both stumbled across the carnage. She hadn’t even mentioned her car yet, the tires slashed, her car seats ripped open, and all the windows smashed. With a jerk of her chin, Bucky listened to the silent command of his beta and took in a shaky breath. He glanced over to Steve, locking eyes with him.

The rage he could see swirling in Steve’s eyes mirrored his own, outrage over the fact they would attack someone in their territory. Mate or not, the reserve was theirs to protect, and someone was encroaching on them. He didn’t need to look into their share link to know he was seething. And now Bucky understood perfectly. This would change just about everything.

Fuck, shit, fuck!

I don’t even know if tags work anymore but here you go! I’m also going to go through them and get rid of people who aren’t on anymore. It’s been a year, I’m sure there are people that are deactivated by now. If you’re on the list and want off cause you don’t follow anymore, let me know! No hard feelings!

Call Of The Mountains Taglist: (CLOSED!!!)

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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lotus flower

summary: escaping an abusive relationship was difficult. rushing to a camp in the middle of nowhere to escape your husband shouldn’t have been as terrifying as it turned out to be.

pairing: xavier plympton x reader x chet clancy, reader x abusive husband named roger

word count: 1.5k words

warnings: abuse, physical abuse and mental abuse, mentions of abuse and physical depictions of what happened, ahs 1984, canon typical situations

a/n: idk if i’ll actually continue this bc idk if it will do well. however, i wanted to see the response i would get and i really liked writing this in general soooo. also, for the title, just look up the meaning of a lotus flower :) you’ll understand if you don’t already.

You were running. From him. From your past. From the nakedness that now adorned your ring finger. And that’s how you ended up at Camp Redwood, as a counselor. It was a job, far away from Roger. As much as you had wished you could have stayed and not uproot your entire life, you knew that staying there was dangerous.

The fading bruises on your stomach were proof of that.

You had heard about the position through the newspaper—the only survivor of the 70′s massacre wanted to open it up to try and create some good memories there.

Miles away and deep in the forest was your best bet of avoiding your abusive husband.

So you called and inquired about the job—you weren’t even interviewed hardly. The woman asked your name and said you were accepted. All you had to do was show up the day before the kids were supposed to be there. It would be you and a couple other counselors, but there weren’t that many kids—you wouldn’t be bombarded by everything.

You had hardly been out of your car for five minutes when Margaret led you over to Bertie.

“While we wait for the others to arrive, maybe you can help Bertie,” she said, giving you a smile. “I’ll be back.”

She didn’t wait long before she rushed off, leaving you alone with the chef. You gave her an awkward smile.

“Hi...”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, balancing her cigarette between her teeth as she talked. “Here,” she moved to grab a crate full of bread. “Take this inside for me?”

You immediately did as you were asked, taking the crate as soon as she handed it to you. She took notice of your shakiness, but she didn’t comment on it, much like she didn’t comment on the multiple scars you had lining your bare arms.

Bertie took in a couple more things with you, only taking a break to light another cigarette.

"And this is Chef Bertie," Margaret said, walking up alongside of quite a few other people. You stood by her truck, looking at the people as they all came around. "A Camp Redwood veteran."

"Dibs," a man with blonde hair and a blue shirt quickly spoke. He smiled over at his friends, clearly joking.

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome," Bertie spoke, smirking over at the man.

You couldn't help but laugh at Bertie, quickly placing a hand over your mouth.

"And who are you?" the blonde quickly asked, raising an eyebrow.

You averted your gaze.

"She's another counselor. She got here earlier in the day. [Your name]'s car was the one you parked beside of," Margaret said.

"Oh, so the one Xavier here almost hit with his door?" a blonde girl grinned, crossed her arms over her chest.

Xavier's eyes widened and he looked back at her. "I did not!"

Bertie rolled her eyes, holding up a crate of eggs. "Put those scrawny arms to work and help a lady fill her pantry. All of you, grab a crate. This heat is a killer," she spoke, sighing softly as she removed her cigarette. "You don't have to carry anymore, [Your name]—"

"—I can," you smiled over at the woman. You moved to take a crate which looked as though it had been filled with bottles of spices, sugars, and flour.

The man beside of Xavier had taken the crate of eggs.

A guy with brown hair came up beside of you, his arm brushing against yours as he grabbed a crate himself. He blushed but couldn't help himself from smiling at you.

"Sorry," he said.

You gave a hesitant smile, moving to walk back into the dining hall when Margaret began to speak again.

"Chef Bertie here worked here when I was a counselor. We are so blessed to have her with us."

Bertie continued to talk while everyone else carried in crates. You stayed inside, putting things where they needed to go—it wasn't that hard to figure out things. Of course, you avoided putting up things like spices. You didn't know if she liked them organized a certain way. As you walked back out, you couldn't help but overhear Bertie.

"I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone. Minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place," she said, waving her hand, "I was the first to volunteer."

Margaret looked at everyone and breathed through her nose. "Alright. Let's continue with our tour. [Your name], come along with us. You haven't seen everything yet."

You gave a small nod and hesitantly followed along, looking at the group of people. They all seemed pretty friendly with each other.

The lot of you walked along towards the showers. Margaret was set on showing you all everything.

"Girls shower in the AM, boys in the PM. Same goes for counselors, too."

Eventually, your walk lead you to the cabins.

Margaret eventually left you all alone, and you stayed in the girls cabin. The boys ended up sticking around, talking with the girls that they clearly knew. You sat on your claimed bed, looking through your suitcase. You purse your lips, half-listening to their conversation, half-not even paying attention to what you were looking for.

“Hey,” the same boy who bumped into you earlier spoke. “[Your name], right?”

You looked up, seeing him standing right in front of you. Your eyes widened but you nodded.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Chet,” he grinned. “Mind if I?” he pointed to the spot beside of you.

You nodded in response. Chet sat down beside of you on your bed, handing you an unopened can of beer.

“Uh, no thank you,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve... seen enough alcohol to last me a lifetime.”

“Seen—“ he stopped himself, nodding slightly as he watched you. “Alright. Well, why don’t you come join us? I promise, we don’t bite,” he chuckled softly. “We’re gonna turn on the TV. Don’t be a loner,” he said. “We’ll be here all summer anyway. Might as well get to know each other now.”

You nodded, knowing he was right. “Uh, okay,” you said, nervously biting the inside of your cheek.

Chet continued to smile in your direction. He stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Come on,” he said.

A feeling in your gut was screaming at you to just stay put. But you reached out to take his hand, knowing that for the first time in several years, you could do so without someone waiting to ridicule you for it.

Chet smiled even more once you took his hand and he lead you over to the couch.

Everyone introduced themselves to you, making sure they knew your name correctly as well.

The flirtatious blonde looked over at you, his eyes set in a glare.

“You better not think about stealing Bertie from me.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks burn. “I would never—”

“Mhm,” Xavier rolled his eyes. “I saw how you looked at her. If I were her, I would have looked at you the same way.”

“Wow, Xavier,” scoffed Ray. “Give it a rest, will you?”

“What?” Xavier laughed, keeping his eyes on you. “I mean it, though. You’re like super fucking hot,” he said.

You averted your gaze, guilt swelling in your chest. This was wrong. You were married. To a piece of shit asshole, after all. Your marriage to him didn’t matter. Especially now that you were so far away. You didn’t have to feel guilty. You didn’t have to feel like you were going to get in trouble. No one here knew of your past, and they would never know as long as you never said anything.

After a moment of thinking of what to say, you looked back up at Xavier with a smile.

“You’re not too bad, yourself,” you said.

Xavier let out a triumphant laugh, grinning. “Sweet,” he breathed out, looking you up and down. Montana slapped his arm and he leaned back where he sat, rolling his eyes at her. “Can you not hit me again? Please? That kind of hurt.”

Chet cleared his throat as he looked at you. You quickly turned to face him, hoping that he didn’t think it was wrong of you to say so.

“He’s definitely not lying,” Chet spoke. “You’re super fucking pretty. I, uh, don’t want you to settle on him just yet,” he grinned, leaning against his hand as his elbow rested against the couch.

You couldn’t help from your own laugh escaping you. “Don’t worry, Chet. He’s not the only cute guy here,” you said, locking eyes with his. You noticed his blush right off the bat, but you didn’t say anything about it.

You were glad you were here. This was good. It would be good. It had to be good. But what you didn’t know was that your hopeful thoughts were far too good to be true.

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The Dinner-Sequel to The Interview

Pairing: Steve x reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Sequel to The Interview. Steve takes his wife to meet his team after her interview

Warnings: None

“Steve, do you think this dress is ok?” I ask, coming out of our walk-in closet wearing my lace, off the shoulder red dress. Steve is taking me to dinner with the team tonight, so I want to make a good first impression. Most people would think I’ve met the team before, but Steve kept our relationship a secret in the beginning and then the team broke up because of the Accords and we got married when we were on the run, so we really couldn’t invite any of the team members.

We had our wedding in Norway, one of the few countries that hadn’t signed the Accords. They claimed they didn’t sign because if a non-government owned unit made from people from different countries called the Alsos Unit hadn’t helped them in World War II, the Germans would have succeeded in creating an Atomic bomb in their country. In Norway, there was one team member, Thor, who was visiting Earth; he vouched for us.

After our wedding, we went to Wakanda on our honeymoon and visited Bucky. We had been having dinner with Bucky, T’Challa, and Shuri when we told him we got married. He was upset that he couldn’t be there, but he understood when he found out the wedding happened when he was asleep. When he said Steve could make it up to him by naming his first son James; Steve started choking on his Umqombothi drink. I know Steve wants kids, but he wasn’t willing to have them while being on the run. Now that we’re not hiding, we’re actively trying for a baby. I wonder if tonight he’ll break the news that he has a wife AND is trying to get said wife pregnant.

As I walk out of the closet, I bend down to adjust the ankle strap on my right heel. I stand back up, smooth my dress, and look up at Steve. He’s staring at me with a dopey smile on his face, love evident in his eyes. “The dress itself is fine, you make it look perfect.”

“Ugh, Steve, quit it with the cheesy lines,” I protest while blushing. Men used to say these things to their wives and girlfriends back in their time, it’s why Steve and Bucky can be prince charming when they want to be. Bucky more often than Steve now that he’s more like his old self, or so Steve says.

“I’m just being honest,” he defends, shrugging his shoulders. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You nervous?”

“What do you think?” I ask rhetorically. I haven’t been this nervous since I first met Steve. In 2014, during a career conference once for journalists, the resort we were at was seized by terrorists. One of my coworkers and I were the only ones from The New York Sun attending, despite the fact that it was in New York. I suppose they only wanted to go if the convention was out of town so they could get out of work and go on vacation. We were held in the resort’s Grand Hall for hours until the Avengers were able to save us. There was a pretty big fight between Steve, Thor, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow, and the terrorists but luckily no one died. I had been hurt in the kerfuffle, a broken finger, but after Steve wrapped my finger in a brace, he allowed me to interview him. During the on-camera interview with him, Thor was teasing him in the background, doing silly faces and the “blah blah blah” hand motion.

Steve had asked for my name and number to “keep in touch and see if my finger heals correctly”. When I gave it to him, he wrote it down in an old-fashioned address book. I hadn’t expected him to call me ever, but he did, asking for a date. At first, he was weary of me being a journalist, in case things ended badly and I wrote a bad article about him. However, a year later, he was thankful I was a journalist because I had access to all archived articles about the Winter Soldier. After that happened, I knew he trusted me wholeheartedly and I felt the same. When the Accords started happening, I had access to the signing, to interview government people about it, and relayed that information to Steve about who he could trust. That was how I found out about Norway not signing.

“They’ll love you,” he says. “Bucky loves you, Tony will probably love you because he’ll think the interview prank you pulled on me was hilarious. Nat and Wanda will be happy another girl is around. Thor likes you, even Loki took a liking to you; he would love the interview prank. Clint will like you, Bruce will like you; no one has a reason to dislike you.

I turn around and take a good look at him. Royal blue dress shirt and black pants. His hair is up and I want nothing more than to run my fingers through it. He keeps me pressed to his body closely and I rub my hands along his chest. “If we didn’t have to go to dinner with your friends, I would be all over you right now.”

“Sorry, last night’s sex is just gonna have to hold you.” I give a little laugh. “I’m just messing with you, I’ll be all over you tonight,” he growls, pulling my face up to his and kissing me deeply. His kisses always leave me breathless, whether they’re passionate like this or small, chaste kisses when he’s leaving for work in the morning. This however, is a whole new level and it’s making my heart go crazy.

Steve picks up the basket on the kitchen counter and we walk out the door. When we get to the car, he opens the door for me, ever the gentleman, before climbing in himself. As he drives there, I fiddle with the hem of my dress. I’m so worried I’ll talk too much or too little, or I’ll offend someone or embarrass Steve. What if I mention something about him that they don’t know? Like that he bawled like a baby at Where the Red Fern Grows and Homeward Bound. Tony would probably love that but I don’t want to make Steve feel bad, I was crying too.

My biggest worry is what they’ll think of me after the interview. Will they think it was funny or will they look at me as unprofessional for not telling them I had a conflict of interest with the Avengers? I think Tony will like me, and maybe Nat, but I have no idea about the others. I don’t think Bucky would come around as much as he does if he really didn’t like spending time with both Steve and me. Besides, sometimes when Steve is on a mission and he isn’t, he comes and keeps me company with old movies and our little two person book club we started. His first choice of book was The Hobbit, which he told me he had read it when it first came out in 1937. He was happy but not surprised to find out there were movies based on them.

When we drive up to the compound, Steve has a difficult time getting me through security. They recognized my face and apparently Tony told them not to let me back. “Don’t alert Tony about her,” Steve said as he explained the situation to the guard. He looked skeptical but agreed.

Steve led me upstairs, but not to the dining room where the team was waiting. He led me to his room. ��“Well, well, well, Mr. Rogers, I thought we had to meet your friends in a little bit. Though I know you could probably get it done in ten minutes.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” he sarcastically replies. “I just needed to grab…this,” he says, pulling his wallet out of his nightstand. “Forgot it here yesterday.”

I simply hum in response to his explanation because I’m too busy looking around his room. I’ve only seen it over FaceTime and in pictures. It’s very different from our room at home. Our house, which we had just moved to from our apartment in preparation for a family, has a farmhouse theme. Our master bedroom has a cream colored walls and one shiplap wall which our bed’s decorative headboard sits against, while our king sized bed is covered in a thick white comforter. There’s a gray bench at the end of our bed and a blue and white rug. There are nightstands on each side of the bed where we keep our small before bed items and our white, shared dresser is on the other side of the room, next to the door for our walk-in closet. We have an attached bath with a clawfoot tub and a shower stall. Our room lets in lots of natural light, which Steve loves because he likes to let the morning sun warm his back on his days off.

This room has a completely different feel to it. It’s much darker than our room at home. The walls are gray and his comforter is dark blue. He has a black dresser across from his bed with a TV mounted to the wall above it. A plain bathroom with just a few essentials like shaving cream, a toothbrush, toothpaste, etc sit on the counter. While our walls at home aren’t covered in pictures, we have more than the two he has here. One is a picture of him and Bucky laughing and the other is of his parents before his father went to war; the war he never came back from. Both pictures he has copies of hanging up at home. There’s a somewhat large window on the wall, but it’s covered with a blackout curtain.

I did most of the decorating at home, while this decorating was all him. “Steve?” He looks at me. “Do you not like our room at home?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “No. I love our place. Why would you think that? Also, that’s very random to be bringing up now.”

“Well it’s just…this room is so different from ours at home. I just didn’t know if you liked the darker colors better. I want you to be comfortable in our room at home. We can change it if you want it to look more like this one.”

He gives a little laugh and turns to face me. “I didn’t decorate this room, Tony’s person did and he gave me this room because it’s the “most masculine”. I prefer our room because it’s bright and spacious. The fact that you decorated it is special to me because it’s like a present you gave to me. Plus, I don’t have the best eye for interior design since everything I grew up with was either floral or had doilies. But to be honest, this one feels a bit like a dungeon. I just don’t bother to change it because I just sleep at home. And I didn’t change it before I met you because even then I just used it to sleep, if I slept at all,” he looks into the distance, remembering all the nights he spent up in the gym, trying to beat the memories out of his mind. He changes the subject, “Ok, so when we go down there I’m gonna have you wait around the corner and then you can come out when I tell you.”

He leads me downstairs and has me wait in a hallway. He walks around the corner and I hear Tony say, “Alright Capsicle, what’s the surprise you have for us?”

“Everybody just sit down and I’ll get to it in a minute,” he replies. The sound of chairs scraping the floor is heard and Tony grumbles something about how he had been planning to have lasagna with Pepper tonight. After a few seconds of silence, Steve comes back around the corner, grabs my hand, and leads me out. I nearly trip over my heels when we start moving and the pit in my stomach only grows.

At the sight of me, Tony and Natasha stand up startled. “What is she doing here?” Tony angrily asks.

“I thought you banned her,” Natasha adds on.

They all begin chattering, asking Steve why I’m here until Bucky calmly says, “Hey Y/N.”

Sam looks at Bucky confused, “You know her?” Bucky nods his head and Sam looks at Steve, confused and a little hurt. “Steve?”

“Everybody,” Steve starts, setting his hand on my lower back. “This is Y/N, my wife.”

“WIFE?!” they all shout at different times. Steve and I get bombarded with about a million questions at once. When did we meet, why weren’t they invited to the wedding, when the wedding was, why I interviewed Steve the way I did, etc.

A loud thud on the balcony draws everyone’s attention. Thor is standing there in his armor and cape, holding his hammer. “Sorry I’m late for team dinner,” he begins but stops when he sees me. “Lady Y/N, I haven’t seen you since the wedding. How has being married to the Captain been?”

“Oh you know, being married to a man-child is a struggle, but he’s hot enough for me to keep him around,” I joke.

“Thor, you know her too?” Tony asks.

“Yes I do. Loki does too but I decided not to bring him tonight. I think it would have been a bad idea.”

“Alright, Tony, sit down and I’ll explain everything,” Steve says. Tony hesitantly sits down and everyone else follows. Steve explained everything from why we met to why we couldn’t invite them to the wedding.

As he’s finishing telling the story and answering questions from the team, Tony’s bots bring in the pasta and Steve gets up and grabs something from the basket we brought. He opens a bottle of wine and begins filling glasses. When he gets to mine, I put my hand over my cup. “Not tonight,” I say.

“But it’s your favorite,” he says.

“I can’t,” I say, not wanting to get in to it.

“C’mon, I won’t let you drink too much,” he says jovially.

“No, Steve…I can’t,” I say forcefully, looking up to make eye contact, hoping he understands without giving anything away.

He understands, but unfortunately his mouth works faster than his brain. He looks down at my stomach and an excited smile spreads on his face. “Are you…?”

I look around the table, seeing the Avengers all looking at us expectedly. I look back at Steve and sheepishly nod. He gasps and nearly drops the bottle, but luckily he realizes that when I reach out to catch it.

“A babe,” Thor says happily. “Mazel tov.”

“They’re not Jewish,” Bucky says to Thor. “Can’t wait to meet little James or Jamie.” I give Bucky a look to let him know it’s not happening. “Ok, Bucky works too.”

Tony puts his head in his hands looking like he’s about to pass out. “Oh my god, we find out Steve is married to a woman I banned from the compound, and now that he’s going to be a father.”

I look at Steve to see him with tears in his eyes. Thankfully, Natasha saves us. “I’d like to propose a toast,” she says, standing up and holding her glass out. “To Steve and Y/N, I hope you have a long, happy marriage and a healthy baby girl that you name Natasha.”

“That was the other thing we had planned to tell you tonight. We’ve been trying for a baby. I guess we were successful.” Steve finishes pouring the drinks while everybody suggests baby names. After a while, the conversation drifts to other things. I enjoy listening to them, though they’re constantly quipping (mostly Tony).

Bucky, who’s sitting next to me, whispers to Steve, who’s on my other side, “Are we going to church this Sunday?” The three of us go to church most Sundays. Steve and Bucky both grew up going to church, and it gives them some hope in a dark world.

Tony, who wasn’t involved in the conversation, cuts in. “Barnes, you could live at church and you still won’t go upstairs when you die.”

Bucky’s metal hand clenches so hard around his fork I’d be surprised if it isn’t bent. He looks at Tony and gives him a very fake, overly sweet smile. “Tony, I love how mean you are to me because it makes me feel less guilty about what I did to your parents.”

Tony stands up, slamming his hands on the table and Bucky mirrors him. It looks like they’re about to attack but Steve intervenes. “Tony, Bucky! Tony, that was uncalled for and Bucky, that was unnecessary. We know how you actually feel about your past and we’ve watched you try to change.” Both men slowly sit back down. “We have a guest.” Bucky relaxes first, then Tony does.

“Y/N,” Tony addresses me. “I need to apologize for my rudeness towards Bucky on my first night officially meeting you. I was hoping not to fight with him tonight.”

“You call that a fight? You should hear these two,” I say, gesturing to Steve and Bucky on either side of me. “These guys can bicker with each other like an old married couple for hours about the smallest things. Last week they had a 45 minute argument on how many times you can reuse a towel before it needs to be washed.”

“Wash it right away,” Steve mutters.

“Steve, we used to use towels so many times before we washed them in the 40s,” Bucky argues.

“Yeah but that was because if we needed to wash things, Mom had to heat up water and then hang-dry it on the balcony. It’s easy to wash things now days.”

“Anyways,” Tony says, stopping their argument. “I guess the interview you gave Cap makes sense now…somewhat.”

“Well I was pissed at him that day, so I think he deserved it.”

Tony smiles at Steve. “You need to bring her around more often.”

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