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Keeping Tabs
Sam Wilson x OFC
Prompt: "Anytime you wanna stop by the VA and make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know."
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: Okay so I truuuuuly can't remember the last time I wrote fic for the MCU. So take it easy on me haha. This is also my first fic for Sam! I was rewatching CAWS last night and when I heard him say that line at the beginning my mind instantly took off without me so here we are! Just a quick, fun little thing to get back into the Marvel swing of things.
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She’d been so busy updating the appointment log that she hadn’t even felt the curls that had fallen forward in front of her shoulders let alone heard him walk up to the front desk. Steve could see the intense focus on her face, and he cracked a small smile at it. He felt a little bad interrupting her.
Her eyes snapped up when she heard him clear his throat, growing wide when she saw who was standing on the other side of the desk giving her one of the most charming smiles she’d ever seen. He was still just as pretty even with the fading bruises on his face. “Sorry,” Steve said, “don’t mean to interrupt. I’m looking for someone.”
She nodded, scrambling to get her desk in order as though Captain America was visiting with the intention of running an inspection on her work station. “Y-yes. Yea. Um, sorry, who—who are you looking for?” She finally got herself situated, fingers at the ready above her keyboard so she could look up whoever it was that he said.
“What’s your name?” he asked with another smile.
She wished that it did anything to calm her down at all. “Annalee—you can call me Annie.”
“Hi, Annie.” He held his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Steve.”
“Yea,” she laughed as she shook his hand, sounding a little surer of herself now that the initial shock of it all was starting to wear off, “I know.”
He chuckled, nodding. “Right.”
“You said you were looking for someone?”
“Yea. Sam Wilson?”
Her face brightened up immediately. “Oh! Sam. Yea, hold on one second.”
She reached for the phone on her desk and dialed the number without having to look it up. She flashed Steve a smile as she held the receiver to her ear and waited for Sam to pick up on the other end of the line. Steve saw the way that she was tapping the end of her pen against the desk while she waited for Sam to answer. He leaned slightly against the front desk.
“Sam, hey,” she said when he answered the phone. “I’m good, I’m good. I’ve actually,” she chuckled, “I’ve got a visitor down here looking for you. You got a minute?” She paused for a second before she gave Steve a reassuring nod. “Great, we’ll be here. See you in a sec.” When she hung up the phone, she looked back over at Steve. “He’s on his way.”
“Thank you,” Steve said with a nod.
There was a quiet moment between them before she asked, “So, what does Captain America need to pay Sam a visit for?”
Steve chuckled at the way she phrased it. He shook his head, seeming so nonchalant. “I ran into him a few days ago. Just had a couple things I wanted to talk to him about.”
She had already been a little more curious about Sam than she cared to admit. The reasons for her curiosity before this had nothing to do with Captain America and everything to do with how Sam looked when he smiled and reached over the front desk to borrow pens from her. This was another interesting layer, though, one that she couldn’t pretend didn’t pique her interest. She didn’t hide it well but she wasn’t quite sure that she cared. “Oh really?”
He could see the way that she wanted to ask for more but was trying to hold herself back. Steve tried to play a little dumb and keep his amused expression under control. “Yea, he mentioned—”
“Hey, man,” Sam said, inadvertently cutting off their conversation as he half-jogged up to the front desk. “Everything alright?”
“Sam, hey, yea.” He reached and shook his hand for a moment before continuing. “I was just wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.”
Sam was trying to get a read on Steve’s face, his body language. No matter what it was, it wasn’t as though there was ever going to be a time when he didn’t make time for Captain America. He realized how long he’d been standing there saying nothing, and quickly recovered. “Yea,” he motioned for Steve to follow him, “I got an office just up the stairs.”
Steve nodded, still not looking bothered by much. “Great.” He turned back to the woman behind the desk, who was very intently watching the interaction between the two men on the other side of her desk. “Nice meeting you, Annie.”
She smiled. “You too, Steve.”
When the two of them reached Sam’s office, he shut the door behind them. “You know,” he said with a chuckle, “I only half meant it when I said the thing about the girl at the front desk.”
Steve smiled knowingly. “Figured it couldn’t hurt, but it doesn’t really seem like you need my help.” He paused, watching for Sam’s reaction. “She seems nice.”
“Annie, yea,” Sam said, his expression softer than he realized, “she’s, she’s cool.” Clearing his throat, he tried to get his composure back. “Anyway, did you actually stop by to talk about something? Or were you just trying to be my wingman?”
Steve laughed. “Little of both, actually.”
Annie heard them coming back down towards her front desk before she saw them. She couldn’t even try to venture a guess as to what the two of them had been talking about while they were up in Sam’s office. However, whatever the conversation had been, they were laughing between themselves now.
She looked down at the screen of her computer in a vain effort to not seem like she was listening and watching for them. It wasn’t until they got much closer to her desk that she looked up, flashing a warm smile at the both of them. She listened as the two of them said goodbye to each other, vague promises to get in touch soon about whatever it was that they had been talking about.
“Offer still stands,” Sam said as he shook Steve’s hand, “if you ever want to come to my group. We’d be more than happy to have you.”
Steve nodded, a polite smile on his face. “I’ll think about it.” He turned and faced Annie, smile still in place. “Thank you for your help, Annie.”
“If you ever need to track Sam down,” she said with a soft laugh, “I’m your girl.”
Steve’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “Good to know.” He said one last quick goodbye to each of them before turning and heading for the door.
Sam lingered by the desk until Steve had completely exited the building. Once the door shut behind him, he leaned onto the desk, peering over the edge of it more dramatically than necessary as he looked at Annie and waited for her to look back at him instead of where Steve had just walked out.
“So, you’re his girl, huh?” Sam joked.
Annie rolled her eyes as she propped her elbows on the edge of her desk. Resting her chin on top of her interlocked fingers, she asked, “What, feeling a little jealous, Sam?”
He laughed, shaking his head like it was a ridiculous notion despite the fact that his face was heating up. “I know he’s Captain America and all, I just thought that we had something special.”
She arched one eyebrow. “Oh, did you?”
“You don’t?” He acted far more offended than he really was.
“Don’t worry, Sam,” she shook her head as the phone started to ring, “you’re still my favorite.” Reaching for the phone, she shot him one more smile. “Doesn’t matter how many super soldiers come through here.”
He was almost thankful that she had to answer the phone, because his mind was completely devoid of any coherent thoughts, let alone something that would make him sound as smooth as he wanted to come off. He forced himself to move, making his way back towards the stairs that led to his office. He could hear the sounds of various murmured conversations across the floor and on the staircase, but the only thing that he was really trying to tune into was the sound of Annie’s voice as she put the person on the phone in touch with whoever they had been calling for.
When Sam was coming back down the stairs at the end of the day, he was immediately looking over to see if Annie was still behind the desk or if she had already taken off for the night. He picked up his pace a little bit when he saw that she was grabbing her purse and her coat as she got ready to leave.
Just as she was stepping out from behind the desk, Sam popped up. She almost ran into him, not looking up as she fished around her purse for her keys. She let out a small laugh as she pushed her hair back out of her face.
“Hey.” She spotted the keys in his hand. “You taking off too?”
He nodded. “Yea.” He gestured and they both started walking towards the door. “You parked far? I can walk with you.” He saw the way a grin stretched across her face and he let out a laugh that he hoped didn’t convey the small shot of nervousness that went through him. “What?”
“No, no,” she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder, “nothing. I’d,” she looked at him, giant grin still on her face, “I’d like that.”
Relief went through him. “Alright,” he held open the door for her, “lead the way, then.”
The two of them made small talk as they walked towards the lot where Annie’s car was parked. They chatted in broad strokes about their day, about whatever news they’d heard floating around the VA. When they hit a natural lull in the conversation, Annie figured there wasn’t going to be a better time to try and satiate her curiosity.
“So, can I ask what business you have with Captain America?” She chuckled. “Or is that classified?”
Sam laughed—if she only knew the half of it all. He looked over at her and gave a shake of his head, trying to play it all off to be a much smaller deal than any of it really was. “He’s just got some stuff going on with an old friend. Wanted some advice.”
“And he came to you?” she said, a joking lilt to her voice.
His scoff turned into a laugh. “Don’t gotta sound so surprised about it.”
She rested her hand on the outside of his arm for a moment. “I’m not! I’m not.”
“Trying to convince me or convince yourself?” he asked, arching one eyebrow.
She laughed, and for a second Sam forgot about all the mess of the weeks before. She leaned, bumping her shoulder against his as they walked. “I’m not trying to convince anyone.” She paused, her expression sobering up a bit. “Steve, all those people who come to your groups, they need someone in their corner. They’re lucky to have you.” She paused again and waited for him to look over at her. “I mean it.”
Sam nodded, not quite comfortable with the feeling of praise but he wasn’t totally adverse to it either. It was hard to shy away from it when she seemed so genuine about it. It was hard to shy away from it when really, she was someone that he hoped had a few good thoughts about him every now and then.
“Thank you,” he finally managed, with more effort than it should’ve taken.
Annie saw the entire internal conflict go across his facial features in real time. Rather than piling onto it, she spun her keys around her finger and said, “Thank you for walking me to my car.” She hit the unlock button and the car’s headlights flashed once.
“Anytime you want company, come track me down. You know,” he smirked, “since that’s apparently your thing now.”
“Psh,” she laughed as she walked to the driver’s door of her car, “it’s always been my thing.”
“Keeping tabs on me?” he asked with a smile.
She pulled the car door open, “Trying to, at least.”
“You think that maybe,” he leaned against the opposite side of her car, “giving me your number might make that a little easier?”
She braced herself against her car the same way that he was, mirroring him with a grin. “Really think I’d be doing myself a favor with that?”
“Can’t make things worse, right?”
She laughed. “Thrilling endorsement. How am I supposed to say no?” She held her hand out. “Toss me your phone.”
Any attempt to seem collected and cool about it flew out the window. Sam immediately reached into his pocket and tossed his cell phone over to her so she could put her number in. There was a grin tugging at her lips as she added herself to his contacts. She tossed the phone back to him, trying not to laugh when he almost dropped it completely.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked when he recovered.
He nodded. “That’s the plan.” He lightly tapped on the frame of her car. “Get home safe.”
“You too,” she said with a smile before finally sliding into the driver’s seat.
Sam turned and started to walk back in the direction where his car was parked. He didn’t even make it to the end of the block before pulling his phone back out and scrolling to find Annie’s name in his contacts.
He typed out a message and hit send before he could talk himself out of it. “Hey, it’s Sam”
He’d hardly put the phone back away when it chimed with a response. Checking the notification, he couldn’t help but to laugh and shake his head. “Took you long enough”
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Like Father, Like Son
I have discovered that a fun way to waste some time while stuck with a cold is to write a drabble. I remembered the scene from TFATWS where Sam and Bucky are having the staring contest at the police station and it spurred this idea. I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x OFC (Jessa)
Summary: One argument between Sam and Bucky's sons show just how much like their fathers they really are.
Warnings: One swear word
Word Count: 877
The hot Louisiana sun shone through the shade of the trees that surrounded Sarah's house. While it hadn't been long since you had been there for the fourth of July celebration they had every year, the Wilsons were basically family and you often got together on the weekends to cook out, especially during the summer.
You loved these days. Sam and your husband, Bucky, had slowed down on the "saving the world" gig and were more consultants and trainers to the newer generation of heroes. Not that you or Bucky minded. He had been overly ready to step back from fighting and you were relieved to not have to worry that you'd get an unwanted visit from Sam at the end of a mission.
The two men had become best friends, although they'd still never admit it. They were as close as each had been with Steve, but their friendship was vastly different than the one they'd had with the original Captain America. Despite always having each other's backs, seeking the other's advice, and doing things together, the pair still had moments of strong disagreements, poking and prodding at one another, and even the famous "staring contest" whenever neither wanted to back down or admit they were wrong. And thanks to your husband's natural broodiness, his staring game was always on point.
As you were witnessing currently from the picnic table you were sat at with Sam's sister.
"They at it again?" Jessa, Sam's wife, asked as she came to sit down beside Sarah.
"Sure are," you confirmed. "I keep waiting for the day one of them actually shoots lasers out of their eyes or kills the other with the strength of their glare."
Sarah chuckled, "If that ever happened, they'd be broken hearted, but they'd never show it." All three of you knew how they worked and you'd all grown used to it. Sarah was Sam's brother after all, Jessa had been married to him for eighteen years, and you and Bucky had been married for twenty years. "What's it about this time?"
"The proper way to cook a steak."
"God, I'm so tired of hearing that one," Jessa complained. "It's all he'll talk about on the way home."
"I'll give you that," you said, "but Bucky's broodiness is like an aura of its own and it makes the ride annoying because he's not going to complain until we're in bed. I'd rather hear the argument and be done with it personally."
"Good point," she conceded.
"I don't envy either of you. I enjoy not having to hear it now that Sam doesn't live here," Sarah smiled as you both glowered good naturedly in her direction.
Voices rising from near the water drew your attention away from the pair of grilling Avengers and to the two sixteen-year-old boys who looked to be in their own heated argument. Your eyebrows furrowed as you redirected Jessa's gaze in the same direction before rising and making your way over to see what was happening. As you got closer, you heard bits and pieces of what was being said before you finally just called out over them, "Boys, what's going on?"
"He asked Tara if she'd go out for a ride on their family boat with him when he knows I've been trying to get with her!"
"Dude, she asked me to go out with her! It's not my fault you can't keep a girl!"
"Fuck you!"
"Grant," you chided sternly, "don't you dare use that kind of language, especially not to your family!"
The other teenager opened his mouth, but before a word could escape his lips, Jessa walked up beside you. "I know you're not about to respond to that Steven," she warned. You and Jessa had gotten pregnant around the same time and much to both of yours's dismay, both men had wanted to name their sons after their first best friend. Many arguments had been had until it had been agreed that whoever was born first would be named Steven and the latter would be Grant. Sam and Jessa had Steven six weeks before your son Grant had been born. The two grew up together to the point of calling each other cousins, so to see a girl coming between them surprised you, even if it wasn't uncommon for boys to fight over them.
"Mom," Steven whined, "Grant is being a baby about this as if he can't handle a little competition."
"I can handle the competition," your son responded quickly, his face red with indignation, "I'll have her with me at the summer party next weekend."
Steven chuckled, sounding exactly like his own father, despite the serious expression on his face. "You won't even get a chance to ask her 'cause she'll already be going with me."
"Bring it on, Steve." Your son began to glare at Steven. The boy was a carbon copy of his father from head to toe, and the brooding glare he adopted as he crossed his arms was just like his father's. Steven had picked up his own glare with crossed arms pose, his feet spread as his cockiness rose.
You looked back at the grill to see their fathers in the exact same pose as their sons before sighing in exasperation. You shared a look with Jessa before admitting, "Maybe they're more like their fathers than we thought."
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Clinging to a Stranger
A/N: Priscilla and Stella belong to me (although Stella is based on @scarletwinchester84) don’t worry she knows. Pics are from google I do not own them! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics
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Summary: Priscilla is happy being single, her best friend however thought she needed a change.
Word count: 4260
Pairings: Priscilla (OFC) x Sam Wilson (kind of) Stella (OFC) x Eddie Brock. (Mentioned)
Warnings: stalking!!, slight angst, fluff
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Priscilla was headed to her favorite coffee shop, her mind focused on getting two zebra Frappuccino's, when she bumped into someone.
“I’m very sorry.” the man she had bumped into spoke first.
“It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” She stated.
The man gave a soft chuckle. “Hey, we’ve all been there, right?”
She shrugged, “I suppose that’s true.”
“I’m Daniel.” he stepped slightly closer to her, seemingly innocent, but to her it was uncomfortable.
“Uh,” she hesitated, unsure if she should give him her name in return. “Priscilla.” she gave only her first name, just in case the uneasy feeling she felt was right. “This has been nice but I must be going now.”
He pressed his lips together. “I should as well– it was very lovely meeting you Priscilla, would it be weird if I asked for your number?”
The way her name rolled off his tongue sent chills down her spine. She gave an uncomfortable chuckle. “Not too weird given the circumstances, however I don’t exchange my number with strangers.”
“I understand. Well, Priscilla, I do hope to see you again.” he smirked.
She gave a soft nod, trying her best to not seem rude. “Maybe next time I won’t bump into you.”
“You can bump into me anytime you want.” He winked at her and walked away, his arm lightly brushing hers as he passed.
She stood there for a few minutes, not paying attention to the other people walking past. Finally she continued on, deciding to write the whole encounter off as strange. She had just arrived at the coffee shop when her phone began to ring.
She had a sneaking suspicion who it was before she even grabbed her phone. When she pulled it out of her pocket and looked, she gave a smile, sure enough her best friend’s name flashed on the screen.
She slid the green phone symbol. “Hey.”
“Hey? Hey? You should be back by now, I know you walked there but it’s not that far and you left like twenty minutes ago. Is it busy?” Stella ranted.
“Stel, hey I just got here. The line doesn’t look that long, I should be home soon.” She hesitated a moment, wondering if she should tell her friend about the strange encounter. “I, um, bumped into a guy on the way.”
“You just got there?” Stella scoffed. “That guy better have been hot, and I mean Tony Fucking Stark Hot.”
“Okay, but Stel, Tony isn’t my type.” she objected.
“Fine, was he at least good looking? And did you get his number?”
She rolled her eyes, that was why she had contemplated telling Stella. She loved her best friend but she just wasn’t into finding anyone at the moment. “I mean I suppose he was, and no I did not get his number, although he did ask for mine.”
“Boring! Pris, I love you, but you gotta get out there, at least get laid.”
“I’m good, but thanks.” she gave a soft sigh. “Hey, does your boyfriend want a zebra?”
“Eddie? He left a few minutes ago.”
“Yes Eddie, do you have another boyfriend that I don’t know about?” she teased.
Stella laughed, “maybe.”
“You wouldn’t do that to Eddie, unless of course the other guy was that playboy Tony Stark.”
“True, but Eddie knows how I feel about Tony.”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, her best friend had only seen Tony in person one time when she was in college and decided that he was her soulmate. “Okay, well if you want that frappuccino you’re gonna have to let me go.”
“Okay okay, get the coffee. I love you, squish.”
“Love you too, squish.” she hung the phone up and shoved it back in her pocket, another sigh. Taking a deep breath she headed to the counter, already knowing exactly what she wanted.
“Hi, welcome to Koffee Karaf. What can I get you today?” asked Alice, the cashier who looked to be about seventeen. She had her hair tugged back into a ponytail and gave Priscilla a huge smile, a smile Priscilla could tell was fake.
“Two large zebra frappuccinos please.” she got out her card, figuring it would be nice to be ready. While Alice typed her order in she put a ten dollar bill in the tip jar.
“Thank you so much. Your total today is $12.”
“No problem, I know what it’s like to deal with customers.” she smiled.
Once she put her card back in her pocket and got the two coffees she headed out, thankfully a woman was coming in, allowing her to slip out.
She carefully walked up the stairs of their apartment building, once again getting lucky that someone was opening the door, she gave a light nod. “Thanks.”
The person nodded in return and left, and when Priscilla got to her room she groaned upon realizing her keys were in her back pocket. Alice had filled the cups to the brim and she didn’t want to risk spilling one so she gave the door a few kicks. “Stel! Open up please!”
The door swung open, Stella’s hair was falling in her face. “Sorry, I was getting dressed.” She grabbed one of the cups and pulled the paper off her straw, taking a long sip. “Sooo good.”
Priscilla plopped down on their couch, taking the paper off her own straw. “Shouldn’t you already be dressed?”
Stella sat her coffee down and grabbed the brush, brushing her hair back. “Technically yes, but I was being lazy and, you know, wanted coffee first.”
She shook her head. “You weren't being lazy, you were just taking your time.”
“Yes exactly! Much like you did with getting the coffee.” Stella chuckled.
“I told you, I bumped into a guy.”
Stella nodded. “Mhm, well my beautiful best friend, no number no proof.”
“His name was Daniel.” she groaned.
“Daniel? That name is so….mundane.” Stella shrugged.
“Really? Because last I checked Tony is such a common name.” she argued.
Stella turned to face her, her brush waving in Priscilla’s face. “Hey, you leave Anthony out of this.”
“Okay jeez.” She watched as Stella finished putting her hair up and sat down beside her, making sure to face her as she grabbed her coffee. Priscilla took a breath, she knew Stella was about to go into one of her rants about how Tony Stark was the greatest man alive.
Stella took the straw from her mouth and held up a finger, and as soon as she took a deep breath her phone chimed. “Let me check that real fast.” Stella set her coffee down once again, grabbing her phone from the table and unlocking it. A few seconds passed as she read whatever was on her phone.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Stella jumped up, placing her phone in her front pocket. She then grabbed her keys and tossed them in her small bag, grabbing her coffee she gave a huge smile to Priscilla. “I gotta go, you coming?”
She blinked in confusion. “What? Where?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Tony Stark is in town and I have to go ‘bump’ into him. This is it, Pris, my time.”
She stood up. “Wait, before you get all excited. How do you know he’s in town?”
Stella groaned, clearly ready to leave. “Well since you asked, Alvin told Aden that he saw him, Aden told my girl Ciara and Ciara told Kaydence because Ciara knew that Kaydence would let me know, ya know. So you coming or what?”
“Mhmm mhmm, well that sounds completely legit. Tony has to be in town if Alvin saw him.” She made sure her tone was sarcastic.
“You didn’t have to be so sarcastic.”
Priscilla clapped her hands. “She knew I was being sarcastic. Wow Stel, so smart do you want a cookie?”
Stella rolled her eyes. “Okay, asshole. Look, just because you aren’t into dating or meeting anyone, or the fact Tony is hot doesn’t mean you need to be rude to me.”
She groaned, tired of hearing how she doesn’t get out there like others. “You mean just because I’m not boy obsessed like you?” she snapped, instantly regretting it.
“Rude! You know what, fuck you, I don’t have time for this I need to go meet my future husband.”
“Good luck marrying a guy that fucks every girl he meets!” She had just finished her sentence when Stella slammed their door.
She growled and threw her hands up. Sometimes it was hard to live with her very social best friend. She began pacing around their apartment, contemplating on calling and apologizing, instead she finished her coffee and sat on the couch, deciding that Stella could apologize first.
After a few minutes of moving around the couch she got up and grabbed her wallet and keys; if her best friend could go out and have fun, she could too.
The only place she could think to go was Koffee Karaf– she could relax and think while enjoying more delicious frappuccinos. When she got there she ordered her usual drink, and upon looking around she found the perfect spot by the window.
She had almost finished her first coffee when she saw a shadow approaching. She sighed, all she wanted was to sit down in peace while she thought.
“A lot on your mind?” She looked up to see Daniel.
She wanted to tell him to go away and fuck off, that she just wasn’t in the mood for his creepyness. However, deciding it was best to not piss him off, she gave a half smile. “Something like that.”
“May I join you? Perhaps I can help.”
She shook her head as she stood up, finishing the last of her coffee. “Actually, I was just leaving. I promised to meet up with some friends of mine.” She couldn’t help but feel like something was off with the man, and all she wanted was to get away from him.
Smirking, he said with a lick of his lips, “You make it hard for a man to get to know you, huh?"
She set a tip down at the table and gave another half smile. “Perhaps you just have bad timing.” When she left, her hand was placed on her phone inside her pocket, walking normally but alert of her surroundings.
She wasn’t quite ready to go home yet, having no clue where Stella was or when she’d be home if she wasn’t already and she didn’t want to risk Daniel switching from her to Stella. So she walked past her apartment building. She was almost to the park when she was sure she was being followed. Groaning, she pulled her phone out and called her best friend.
After three rings she got Stella’s voicemail. “Hi! You’ve reached Stella, let’s be honest if I didn’t answer it’s because I don’t want to talk. Try and leave a message if you choose.”
She knew it was pointless to leave a message, Stella just deleted them without listening thanks to the visual voicemail app. She was mentally kicking herself for not asking Stella exactly where she was going, and the two didn’t share their locations with each other because Stella refused to get an iPhone, and she was too panicked to try and text her.
Taking a deep breath she paused and looked around, there wasn’t much going on; most people were at home eating dinner or working an hourly shift. After a few seconds she headed into the small convenience store, spotting Daniel out of the corner of her eye.
When she entered the store she tried calling Stella again, the phone rang once and cut off. She tried to calm her breathing as she headed to the drinks, turning when she heard the bell to the door. Daniel stood in the entrance as he looked around.
His mouth twisted in a smile when he spotted her, and she backed up as he headed towards her. She was looking around; avoiding eye contact with Daniel at all costs when she spotted a man looking at some chips. One of the man’s hands covered his mouth as his eyes glanced between all the chips, he wore a t-shirt and jeans and around his neck Priscilla spotted dog tags.
Daniel was almost to her when she finally made a decision, she headed over to the man and linked her arm with his. “Hi honey.”
The man she now clung to was tall and slim yet well-built. His hair was short and he had a bit of a goatee going on. He had beautiful brown eyes that were now gazing into hers. A look of confusion filled his face while he stared at her, but he followed her gaze when she looked away and towards Daniel. He gave her a soft smile when she looked back at him, “Hi babe, what brings you here? Thought we were meeting up somewhere else?”
She gave a sigh of relief that this new man was on her side. “We were, but I wanted to tell you I changed my mind. Instead of cheetos I want some funyuns.”
The man chuckled. “Okay silly, you could have just texted that to me.”
Daniel finally grabbed a soda and headed to the front of the store, turning and smiling at her as he paid and again as he left the store.
She gave a half smile and backed away from him. “I’m sorry about that, I’m sure the last thing you wanted was some strange lady clinging to you.”
The man waved it off. “Nothing to be sorry for.” He smiled. “I’m Sam.”
“Priscilla. I um, met that guy earlier today and got the chills, then he showed up at my favorite coffee shop and he followed me here. I’m probably overreacting but I didn’t want to risk it.”
“And how did you know I wasn’t creepy? For all you know I could have been working with him.”
She rubbed the back of her neck. “Honestly I didn’t, I just saw your dog tags and was hoping for the best, but I know military people can be sketchy too.”
Sam chuckled. “Well luckily for you, I don’t stalk people or hang out with creepy dudes, I just came for a snack.”
“Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it.”
Sam shook his head. “It’s no problem, honestly if I didn’t and you showed up on the news the next day I’d feel terrible.” He paused. “Can you get home okay or would you like me to escort you?”
She wanted to tell him she could get home safely, after all it wasn’t that far, but on the chance Daniel was still around she didn’t feel all that safe. She gave him a smirk and grabbed his hand, “Maybe you should take me home, honey.”
He smiled that she was keeping up the charade. “Okay, yours or mine? I don’t know if I should leave you alone.”
She thought for a moment, and even though he helped her, he was still a stranger and she had no clue where Stella was. “Mine, I live with my friend.” She sighed, “although I have no clue if she’s home, would you mind staying there with me until she gets back?”
“Not a problem, it beats going back to the motel so soon.”
She looked at him, trying to read his face. “Motel?”
Sam nodded “Yeah, I’m visiting.”
“Oh, family?” she could feel herself relaxing, not realizing she had been tense.
“No, I’m deciding where I wanna settle down and live. My buddy liked this place.”
“Where’s your buddy now?” She didn’t usually try to get to know new people, but there was something about him.
“He’s…he–” Sam paused as he thought of how to word it. “I lost him, he died on a mission.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…” The conversation went silent, Sam grabbed himself some chips and a drink, and then the two headed to check out. After that, the walk to her apartment was quiet but nice.
When they arrived, she opened the door and dropped her wallet on the table, then flicked on the light as Sam shut the door. “Stel? Are you here?”
“Does she usually just sit around in the dark?” Sam asked.
“No.” Priscilla pulled out her phone and texted her friend.
Look I know you're mad at me & not answering my calls but plz text me back so I know you’re ok. Also are you coming home tonight? ILY squish. You got 30 minutes to answer or I’m calling your bf.
She put her phone back in her pocket and headed to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”
Sam followed her and sat on one of the barstools and placed his bag on her kitchen island. “No thanks, I got a soda back at the store… Wouldn’t calling be faster?”
She rubbed her forehead. “Sorry, I totally forgot.” Shaking her head she opened her fridge. “No, she’s mad at me. We got in a fight, so now she’s ignoring my calls.” She grabbed a can of coke and turned to face him. “I’m sorry to be such a pain.”
He waved a chip in the air. “No need to apologize. I really don’t mind– if I did, I would have never played along.”
She walked around the island and sat beside him. “Thanks again.” She had just pulled her phone out of her pocket when it went off.
I’m not too mad now, turns out Tony wasn’t even in town. Go ahead and tell me ‘I told you so’ I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? I’m not coming home, I’ll be at Eddie’s tonight. I love you too squish.
She could feel Sam staring at her, she locked her phone and set it down. “Stella is staying at her boyfriend’s tonight, you can leave if you want. I should be fine on my own.” Part of her wanted to tell him to stay, however she didn’t want to come off as weak or desperate.
Sam stood up. “Of course, just make sure you lock the door behind me in case he’s creeping around outside.”
She gave a soft nod and followed him to the door. “Thanks again.”
His hand paused on the knob. “Hey, do you want my number? Just in case he decides to pound on the door or he just scares you and you need some company? You don’t have to give me yours or even use it, I would just feel better if you took mine.”
“Actually, yeah I’ll take it. I think I’d feel better about it too.” She unlocked her phone, put it on the dialpad and handed it to him. “You know, you don’t have to go. The couch pulls out into a bed, but I know that it's not as comfortable as a hotel bed.”
Sam chuckled as he handed her phone back “Thank you for the offer, and I’m sure it’s lovely but what would your roommate think if she happened to come home?”
She gave a quiet, breathy laugh. “Right. Well thank you again.”
“You keep doing that.” he simpered.
“Yeah, I know.” She nodded. “Well, it was nice meeting you, and uh San Francisco can be a very nice place to live.”
“Every place has its pros and cons; a beautiful woman like yourself living here is definitely a pro, creepy guy a con. But, if I'm being honest, I’m leaning towards Washington.”
“Oh.” She could hear how upset she was in her own voice, so she gave another smile in an attempt to keep him from noticing it too. “Well, maybe we will see each other again before you leave.”
“I’m here for two more weeks, so that’s a very big possibility, plus you may need me to come back tonight.” He gave her one more smile before leaving. She locked the door behind him and headed to the couch, looking at his name in her phone.
She woke up on the couch to the sound of someone kicking the door, and she sat up and looked for her phone, having no clue what time it was or when she even passed out.
“Prissy! Open the door!” Stella screamed.
She jumped up and unlocked the door, swinging it open while her best friend held two large frappuccinos. “Fucking finally, I’ve been standing out here yelling for the past two minutes. Also you look awful.” Stella handed her a cup and shut the door behind her.
“Yeah, I passed out on the couch sometime last night. What time is it?” She rubbed her head then took the paper off her straw.
“You slept on the couch and didn’t hear me yelling? Are you okay? Also it’s like ten a.m.” Stella set her bag on the table and headed towards the kitchen, setting her coffee on the island and grabbing the coke can that she had left. “An unopened coke on the counter, did you get drunk?”
She walked over to her best friend and grabbed the coke, putting it back in the fridge. “No, I got it because I was thirsty but I never opened it.” She paused and took a drink of her coffee. “You remember that guy I mentioned yesterday?”
“Daniel? Yeah, why? Ohhhh, did you have him over? You actually listened to my advice?” Stella beamed.
“No, after our fight I went back to the coffee shop, where he showed up and then followed me into a convenience store. Luckily, I found a very nice man to help me out and ended up inviting him over until you came home, and then you told me you weren't coming home.”
“So you had a one night stand with the other guy? Which is fine, but next time use your bed and not the couch.”
“Stel! Are you not listening? I was fucking stalked! And no I didn’t sleep with Sam, you told me you weren’t coming home so he left and I locked the door. He gave me his number in case I needed him to come back and I guess I was so worried that I just passed out on the couch.”
Stella busted out laughing, holding her stomach as she took deep breaths to collect herself. “You weren't stalked, or you weren’t supposed to be, at least.”
“What does that mean?” She set her coffee down.
“Daniel is Aden’s brother, I asked him to ‘bump’ into you a few times and get your number and…ya know. I just wanted you to get laid.”
“Stella! Are you insane? I was fucking scared! I clung to a random ass stranger because I thought I was gonna be killed or raped or whatever.”
“I’m sorry, I just wanted you to find someone too. Wait, you wouldn’t give Daniel the time of day but you clung to a random guy for help and then let him give you his number?”
“If I want someone I will find someone. Please quit meddling– especially like that. And yes I did because I felt, I felt…” she paused, was it weird for her to say Sam had made her feel safe? “At the time of the attack, or what I thought was an attack, Sam made me feel safe.”
Stella grinned. “Sam huh, so you have his number. You should give him a call.”
“No,” Priscilla exhaled. “Look, I’m not interested in dating right now.”
Stella shook her head. “At least text him, tell him your roommate is home and it turned out to be a prank. That way he can quit worrying.”
“What makes you think he’s worrying?”
Stella sat down. “Because he helped you, he saw you home, he stayed until you felt safe. He’s worried.”
She shrugged. “I guess you have a point.” she pulled her phone out and texted the number he gave her.
Hey Sam, this is Priscilla, the scared girl from last night. My roommate is home now. Turns out Daniel (the guy stalking me) was one of her friends' brothers and she asked him to ‘bump’ into me. So sorry if I scared you or made you worry, to make up for it maybe we can go get some coffee before you leave.
She set her phone down after it sent. “There, he’s been texted and will probably think of us as insane.”
Stella shrugged and took a drink. “What's it to you? Not like you like him.”
“Exactly.” She gave a smile, some part of her wanting Sam to like her. She couldn’t help but glance at her phone every so often, so she decided to keep herself busy by cleaning. She practically ran to her phone when she heard her text tone.
I’m relieved to hear it was a joke, however I feel like he took it too far considering he even creeped me out. Although it allowed me to meet you :) I’d love to meet up for coffee as long as you let me save your phone number and I get to pick the shop.
She bit her bottom lip, a big grin forming as she texted him back.
Sure you can save my number, and I trust you enough to pick the shop.
“Sam text you back?” Stella looked up from her own phone.
“Yes he did.” She put her phone in her pocket and continued cleaning.
Stella smirked. “Well at least he still likes you.”
She pointed at Stella. “Don't. Meddle.”
“Okay okay, I’ll let you take it slow.”
“Thank you.”
#sam wilson#sam wilson x ofc#the falcon#marvel#darkfic#stalking#coffee#clinging to a stranger#buckys-zomdoll
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It Came from A Dream
Prologue / Part 1
Part 2
On the rooftop stands the captain America and former Winter Soldier, standing face to face with two HYDRA soldiers, a blond man, and a masked brunette. A showdown, some call it.
The blond took the first kill with two daggers, attempted to strike the Winter Soldier but he was able to dodge it due to his quick reflexes. On the other hand, Captain faced the masked brunette called Chase. She moves stealthily, aiming the card knives at him, however he reflected them all off with the shield.
Both Cap and Bucky have never met them before, but they put up a good fight. How were they going to fend them off without a scratch? I got no clue.
Cap flew a distance away from the roof, ready to frisbee the shield to his opponent. Chase prepared her stance, her duty clear in her mind, “Kill them at any cost.”
She sprints at a distance to gain her momentum and ready to leap to bring the winged Cap down. The Blond did not want to risk any injury on her, pulled away the Winter Soldier’s grasp and was able to grab her feet, pulling her back down.
“You idiot!” he yelled at her. He pulled her up from the ground and warned Cap and Bucky to stay out of HYDRA business.
The Cap, still in the air, stunned at the fact that the masked brunette was willing to leap to get him down. He descended onto the rooftop, beside Bucky. “She was determined.”
Bucky scoffed, “Of course. She was brainwashed. The blond one, however…”
Sam looks at him. “What about him?”
Bucky winces at the though of the blonde. “He isn’t masked. Which means, he isn’t brainwashed. Also,” He pointed to Sam’s goggles. “We can use his face to identify him.”
“Look at you, 108 and still a genius.”
“I’m still 107.”
“You’re getting there.” Sam gently pats on his shoulder. Bucky just glares back at him.
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Chris, the blond, stares at Chase in the truck on the way back to the HYDRA base. Chase just stares at him blankly, still under the mind control, unresponsive.
“You could have been badly hurt you know that?”
Chase kept quiet.
“Gosh, it’s like talking to a wall with you,” Chris clutched his head. He chuckled to himself, “Why do I even try?”
When they finally reached their destination, Chris got out with Chase, the guards are at position, ready to bring Chase back to her cell. Chris motions for them to take her away, where he knows, she’ll be safe.
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The Tower - Under the Table
The Tower - Under the Table
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 4585
Warnings: smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)
Synopsis: It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.
Author’s Note: Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment. But I am still doing these if you have requests. This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.
Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special
Under the Table
In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table. Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date. Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.
This one was my birthday.
The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal. It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said. “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”
“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.
“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said. “Someone else can go.”
“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows. “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.
“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said. “I saw this thing…”
“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.
Clint smirked at him. “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony. “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing. Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone. And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table. And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them. Like a Blow Job Roulette.”
“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said. “Can we?”
There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.
“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.
“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered.
“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued. “You might as well start down there.”
I laughed. The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any. “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table. Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down. Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts. It was quite a sight under the table. Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread. Some of the men were already half-hard. I looked around, picking my target.
Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most. She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up. Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.
I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs. She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit. I wondered what she looked like right now. How she was hiding what was happening. If she was hiding it. From where I was, it seemed so obvious. Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward. I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs. I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.
I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it. She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”
“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.
“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said. “Now under the table.”
I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table. I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while. I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.
All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded. “No powers!”
She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing. “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.
“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.
It took a really long time before the next person became clear. I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony. Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation. It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.
“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him. “It’s you!”
“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips. “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”
“Hey now,” Steve said. “You can wait like the rest of us.”
Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth. “Jesus,” he cursed. “Tony was a terrible choice.”
“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt. “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”
“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.
Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy. I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.
“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.
“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”
“You little…!” Natasha scolded. “That was evil!”
Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out. “That was awesome,” he said. “Now what? Do all of you have to get under the table?”
“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked. “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”
“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said. “If she can guess, then they can make her come. If not, she just gets edged.”
“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”
“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said. “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”
Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube. What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube. Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.
Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table. “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.
Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra. I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside. Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision. When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.
I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table. They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves. There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.
My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me. Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.
There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit. They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work. I could feel the scratch of their beard. Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue. It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me. I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor. The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.
“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard. I nearly came just from that.
“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”
“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.
“Don’t worry, lover. I will,” Thor said.
He was good to his word. He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it. Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control. It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.
“Fucking hell!” I cried out.
“Damn, Thor,” Sam said. “That had to be some kind of record.”
“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.
There was only a short wait for the next person to move up. It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky. This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them. He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles. There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.
“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.
“What the fuck?” Tony cursed. “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”
“I know you all too well,” I moaned. “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”
“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.
Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially. He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it. As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast. His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight. Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.
My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.
Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.
I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away. I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place. Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two. I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out. I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha. Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.
“Natasha!” I said quickly.
She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me. I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back. “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.
Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it. She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit. It was intense. I couldn’t focus. Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.
When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table. It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.
“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”
I wasn’t so sure. In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there. Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.
The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had. There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.
Finally, it clicked into place. No metal hand. That cut out Bucky. Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven. Which just left Tony and Sam. I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.
“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said. “This is truly impressive.”
“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.
“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.
Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.
He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me. As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast. I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.
Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft. “Oh god, Sam. Please…” I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. I just knew I needed something. More, harder, slow down, be gentle. Or maybe just to stop.
His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more. He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.
“Good girl,” Sam praised. “There we go.”
He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table. “You still okay?” he asked.
I nodded and made an incoherent sound. He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips. “Elise, are you sure?”
I nodded again. “Yeah. I can do this.”
He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit. Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it. “Bucky,” I said.
He laughed. “Damn it. I was trying not to give it away.”
“That’s what gave it away,” I said.
“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.
He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me. He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep. I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix. “Bucky,” I whined.
“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit. He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.
I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could. “Bucky,” I moaned. “Kiss me.”
He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips. I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.
He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together. Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him. As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four. It wound around me like a warm blanket. I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely. It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms. He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.
When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me. “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.
Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.
“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded. “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”
I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”
He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan. It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs. They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately. They laughed.
“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.
“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you. I just had plans to go to town on you.”
“Mean,” he said, reaching for him. “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”
“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt. “It’s coming and so will you be.”
I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me. He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me. I cried out and reached above my head. Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.
He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had. He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table. My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding. It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me. Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.
It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him. “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.
Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did. “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.
He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away. A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.
I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.
“Wanda,” I said.
She giggled. “I knew there was no point trying to trick you. But lucky you, now you get your prize.”
She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg. It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.
I whined, squirming on the table. I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.
“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.
She giggled again, but things started to get more focused. It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased. Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me. My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit. I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.
It started to feel like some kind of torture. I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge. “Please. Please, Wanda. I need … I need…”
“Yes, Elly?” she asked.
“I need to come,” I wailed.
A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table. It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.
When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.
“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed. “That was impressive.”
“Two more left, El,” Steve said. “You sure you’ve got them in you?”
I nodded slowly. “Think so.”
Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs. It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs. His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit. There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away. I really had no idea who was touching me.
I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes. Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular. That didn’t exactly narrow it down either. And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.
“Steve?” I asked.
“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked.
“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.
Some of the group started clapping. “Well done, that’s all of you. How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.
I nodded emphatically. “Please.”
Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.
I gasped and arched my back. As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast. The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.
“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.
“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied. “You want to see?”
I nodded. “Please.”
The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me. I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in. Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me. Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock. Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me. The others were spaced around the table. Most just watching. Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.
Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm. Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely. But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.
She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure. I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table. I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment. Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too. Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me. Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.
I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.
That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood. “Okay. How about we clean up here and head downstairs? I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.”
Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me. He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.
I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”
~ END ~
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he may be your husband who time-traveled to be with you, but do you have an entire section dedicated to your relationship in his exhibit in the Smithsonian museum?
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y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment
steve: girlies of colour?
sam: aht aht! not you
bucky: what does that even mean
nat: it means ur white, james
rhodey: damn yall still talkin?
clint: its a free country
sam: its not a free group chat
y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun
y/n: (🙋🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)
sam: 🙋🏾
rhodey: 🙋🏿
y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-
thor: 🙋🏻
y/n: thor no
thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D
sam: goddamn it
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The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over
Summary:
series masterlist
James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC
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CHAPTER SIX
Irene's first time inside winter wasn't as harrowing as she assumed. Her body floated against the still-warm water, she was in REM. Her eyes moved back and forth in a perfect symphony as she surfed through the waves of Bucky's mind, desperate to find him.
"Okay, Irene.' She heard Aamani's voice, though it wasn't clear. "Go find Sergeant Barnes's subconscious self, and try to administer January." She instructed.
"Right." Irene looked around at her surroundings. His mind had shifted, it was different this time.
A row of tumbled burgundy brick apartments lined up perfectly against a narrow cement street had replaced the dark aquatic adventure she assumed she'd return to. The honking of taxi's told her she was in Brooklyn, along with Bucky's files that she had stolen and studied the previous night.
The clicking of pink wedge heels and the wind that caught underneath girls button downed dresses. The language of 'doll' and 'dame'. She had to be submerged into the heart of 1940's New York.
"I think I'm in,' Irene began but was shortly interrupted.
"New York." Aadon injected. "There aren't many buildings with doors."
"I see one at the end of this block, should I try it?" Irene asked, watching the buildings flashing lights dance.
"Go for it." Aadon encouraged Irene.
"What the hell!" Aamani screamed.
"What!" Irene stopped, clutching at her pounding heart.
"Your outfit! Look at your fucking outfit, Irene!" Aamani continued to scream.
Irene looked down at her feet that were once barren, now they dawned white wedged heels, rounded at the tip. Her lashes battered intensely as she twirled towards an abandoned glass display window, wind catching under something she couldn't quite place.
"Oh.' Irene ran her hands along her ruby red polyester sleeves. "Oh!" She gasped.
Irene now sported a ruby red knee length dress. It's sweet heart neckline and belt formed her assets beautifully. Her hair was no longer in its natural state, but instead pined back in buoyant voluminous curls. It all felt so real, like reality had shifted around her.
"I think you're changing to fit with the setting of his mind." Aamani spoke. "So you'll blend in."
"Then why didn't I have a swimsuit last time?" Irene whispered while nodding at the entertainment girls as she walked inside the building.
"That I do not know. But since this is the only building with a door, he must be in there." Aamani said, watching the monitors intently.
Irene smiled at the man with a mustache in front of her, he shoved a black and white flyer into her hand. The with the words "Harry's House' in bold black letters.
"He would be in Harry's House?" Irene asked, watching the flyer disappear in her grasp. "It wasn't real anyways." She sighed to herself.
"Apparently it's a place him and Captain Rogers use to frequent.' Aadon said, sipping on a can of pop.
"Is he still sleeping?" Irene asked.
Aadon turned around, his desk chair creaking, a devilish grin spreading on his face. "Like a baby."
"Okay, well good,' Irene clutched her fictitious purse. "Because I have eyes."
"Holy shit." Aamani leaned into the monitor, stealing a sip of Aadon's pop. "He looks, kind of hot."
"Happiness looks good on the best of us, Aamani." Irene sighed, lifting the hem of her skirt up as she pushed through the crowd. "How do I approach him?"
"How did you approach him last time?" Aadon asked, snatching his drink back from his older sister.
"Slowly."
"Bingo."
Irene swallowed hard, ambling towards him. His white smile was on display as he laughed aloud with a few stunning woman hugged into either side of him. He had a bottle of beer tilted onto his lips, sipping slow. And before she knew it, she was in front of him. Staring in complete suspended animation.
Bucky's eyes titled from the tip of his beer, to Irene. She could have sworn she heard a sigh escape from his lips. He slammed the bottle down, the bottom of it lead a crackling trail up to the the neck of the beer. Irene's eyes went wide, as she watched him wipe his lips off with the sleeve of his tan uniform, tipping his hat onto his head.
"And this,' his voice seemed lighter than last time. "Is my best friends Steve's eavesdropping friend, Irene. Who just can't let it go." He laughed, a hint of anger underneath his tone.
"Sergeant Barnes's, maybe we should go somewhere private." Irene whispered, suddenly becoming self conscious with all eyes on her.
"Or maybe.' Bucky pushed himself off from the bar top. The girls who once surrounded him disappearing into thin air. "You should just leave."
"Why?' Irene backed up as he slowly sauntered towards her. "I'm here to help you." She held her hand out.
"Because I said so." Bucky's voice was deep and intimidating.
"Look." Irene pulled out the canister of purple gas, known as January. "This will help you."
"Irene don't show him that!" Aadon shouted into his microphone.
Bucky laughed, clutching his side. "Do you really think it'll be that easy! Do you know what they've done to me!" He shouted, tossing a chair to the side. Irene gasped watching it break as it collided with the wall. "You need to leave."
"Irene, put it away, we will try again another time." Aamani whispered.
"No!" Irene shouted, not sure who she was speaking to in this moment.
"Fine.' Bucky said, his flesh arm morphing into metal, the red star on his shoulder was bolder than anything she'd ever seen. "I'll just make you."
"Bucky, please stop!" She yelled, turning on her heels and running from him.
On the outside, Irene's body began to convulse. She was no longer in control as she had once thought, the water slouching around her and spilling onto the floor. Aadon and Aamani hopped out of their chairs, rushing to her side.
"Bucky!" Irene rasped, it seemed his favorite way to hurt her was with his hand around her neck.
"Never come back here, it's too dangerous." His eyes misted over with a combination of anger and pain.
Then after he spoke, Bucky slammed Irene's body through the floorboards of Harry's House. Sending her tumbling into a black abyss. Irene screamed as she fell down further and further.
Her body finally stopped, landing in something squishy and sticky. Her dress had disappeared and she was back to wearing her white body suit.
"What the hell! No, not again!" She screamed, lifting her arm that was covered in slime. "Aamani, Aadon!" She gagged at the revolting smell which burned her nostrils.
"They're not here.' A malevolent voice teased Irene as it laughed.
"Who are you?" Irene wept, struggling against the binds she was in. They were stuck onto her skin like suction cups, to her dismay they were tentacles.
"Who I am isn't a matter of your concern, Irene Watson." the voice jabbered on, it's tentacles grabbing Irene by her waist and lifting her up.
"The matter is, why do you feel you can save the winter solider? My creation!" The voice was so close to her she could feel the heat of its breath against the nape of her neck.
Irene squirmed within its grasp. Wheezing for air as it only squeezed her tighter, slithering up to her neck. She clinched her eyes close, rasping out one last remark.
"Because—it's the right thing,' she coughed, scratching at the tentacle wrapped on her neck. "To do!" She hollered, feeling herself being pulled far away from the voice.
In the lab, Irene laid on then floor convulsing like a fish out of water. Her nose bleeding profusely, dripping down her chin. Frantically, Aadon picked up Irene's body placing her onto a lab table trying to steady her body.
"Her vitals are off the chart!" Aamani shouted, running with a syringe in her hand.
"I didn't think it would be like this for her!" Aadon grunted, fighting against Irene's shaking body.
"It's her telepathy, she's very strong.' Aamani explained. "Hold her steady!"
"I'm trying!" Aadon began to sweat, retraining her body as Irene began to cry out.
Aamani climbed on top on the lab table, straddling Irene and hold her legs steady between her thighs. She held the syringe above her head and plunged in into Irene's chest.
Instantly, Irene stopped shaking and her brown eyes shot open as she drew in a series of excruciating breaths. She began to cough up blood and shoved Aamani off her. Irene screamed as she collapsed onto the cold lab floor, snatching the wires off of herself.
Irene limped and pushed passed Aadon and Aamani who shouted after her. Feeling a surge of anger while crying uncontrollably, Irene released a swoosh of purple energy from her fingertips, pushing it against Bucky's chest.
"Wake up!" She shouted, watching him slowly stir awake. But it wasn't fast enough for her, so she did it again. Hitting Bucky with another swoosh of energy, causing him to groan as sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Do you really think it's funny!' Irene cried out, wincing at the pain she felt in her side.
"Do I think what's funny?" He grumbled, barely facing her.
"Trying to kill me!' Irene shouted. "I'm only trying to help you!"
"I told you to stay out of my head, you're psychotic!" He shouted back, trying to move within his restraints.
Irene scoffed, sweat dribbling down her body as her side pulsed in pain. "I'm psy—psychotic!" Irene's breath stirred. "You—you're,' she swallowed hard, stumbling over her words along with her feet.
Irene pressed her fingers into her temples and yelped in pain as she crashed to the floor on her knees. Blood began to pour from the corners of her eyes as she screamed out in uncontrollably pain.
"Irene!" Aamani shouted.
Irene felt her head crash onto the floor, the last thing her bloody eyes saw were those boots. If this was how she was meant to die at least it would be a noble end. Helping a man who couldn't see the worth in being rescued. That ought to count for something in the afterlife.
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Unexpected Savior
Pairings: The Winter Soldier x OFC Cadence Michaelson (platonic), Bucky Barnes x OFC Cadence Michaelson (platonic), Bucky Barnes x OFC Jane Michaelson (implied)
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier, OFC Jane Michaelson, and OFC Cadence Michaelson
Rating: Mature
Tags: Angst, fluff, Bucky's trigger words, Hydra, weapons, use of a syringe/needle, mentions of killing, anxiety, fear, crying, explicit language, and I think that's it.
Word Count: 2,992
Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza
Title Card: Yours Truly
A/N: This fic is based on my daughter. She is absolutely obsessed with Bucky and if he were real and this happened to her in real life, she would 100% defend him. I am not fluent in Russian, nor do I trust Google translate to get the words right. I'm sorry if the trigger words aren't spelled correctly. If anyone is Russian or knows the language, please feel free to correct me! I will change it in the fic if need be.
Bucky knew going on this mission was a bad idea. It wasn't a difficult one, but he just had this feeling. A gut instinct told him that he should stay back at the Avenger's Tower. The team needed him though, so despite his bad feeling, he got on the Quinjet with them anyway.
Their objective was simple. Fury needed some Hydra intel about a supposed secret base location. All they had to do was search an old warehouse that had been previously abandoned and see if they'd left behind any clue of where it could be.
Once they arrived the team thought it best to split up so they could cover more ground. Steve and Bucky had gone east, Clint and Natasha chose the north side, Sam and Tony took the larger west side. That left Thor and Bruce with the south end.
Things were fine at first, searching filing cabinets, desks, and boxes while communicating through their comms system. A few minutes later, however, Bucky started to feel uneasy. Almost like he was being watched. He shook it off and told Steve he was going to check the rooms at the end of one of the hallways.
The first two didn't have anything useful, but the third one had a safe. Bucky had set his rifle down on a nearby desk and began pulling at the handle with his metal arm. Everything happened so fast. The door slammed shut, a needle in his neck, and muffled voices was all he remembered before everything went black.
That brings him to where he is now. He's tied to a chair, his metal arm is stuck between two pieces of heavy machinery, and Rumlow sits in front of him with the book. The fucking book ruined his goddamn life.
"Hello, James. It's good to see you again."
Bucky glares at him menacingly, "fuck you, Rumlow."
"Well, that's not very nice. I'm here to do you a favor after all."
Bucky scoffs and continues to try and break free of his bonds. "I'd rather you go to hell!"
Rumlow smirks and leans in close to his face. "You first."
He opens the book and stands up, staring straight at Bucky as he speaks.
Zhelaniye
Bucky grits his teeth and pulls harder on the ropes.
Rjaviy
"No!" He closes his eyes and wills himself not to listen.
Semnadtsať
It wasn't working. Bucky can feel himself slipping away.
Rassvet
"Aghhhh! Stop!"
Pech'
His mind starts to fog over, the evil inside him beginning to rise and take hold again.
Devyať
All he can do is scream. He knows it won't work. He's past the point of no return now.
Dobroserdechnyy
Bucky hangs his head, his chest heaving as the monster gains the upper hand inside him.
Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu
He's fading, like he's in a nightmare where he can see what's going on, but can't control anything.
Odin
The last sliver of himself slowly dissipates, the vile desire to kill flooding through his body.
Tovarnyy vagon
He's gone. Bucky Barnes is pushed to the side as pure evil, the Winter Soldier, takes complete control of his body.
Rumlow walks to stand in front of the soldier, crouching down so he can see the emotionless blue eyes of his weapon. He unties him and raises the metal machinery.
"Soldat?"
Bucky doesn't move, he doesn't even blink, but he answers the Hydra affiliate nonetheless. "Ya gotov otvechet"
His response is deep, very monotone, and he stands staring straight ahead as he waits for his mission instructions.
"Do you see this man?" Rumlow holds up a file with a man's picture on it and Bucky immediately responds. "Da."
"This man has stolen vital information from Hydra, and he needs to be eliminated within the next twelve hours."
The Winter Soldier stalks out of the small room and takes a high-powered gun from one of the guards. His stealthy nature allows him to sneak out of the back without being detected by the Avengers, and within minutes he's on his way back to New York.
Steve is furious. He's pacing back and forth in the common room of the tower chastising himself for allowing this to happen again. Bucky is his best friend. He's been through so much torture, so much pain, and he couldn't even protect him on an easy mission.
"Goddammit!" He slams his fist into the wall, punching right through it, and making everyone else in the room jump.
Natasha stands and walks across the room. "We're gonna get him back, Steve."
He snaps his gaze to hers, "how, Natasha? We don't know where they took him. Hell, he could be in Siberia and we wouldn't know."
Stark cuts in before she can respond. "Actually, you're wrong."
All eyes move to Tony, but he isn't focused on them. Instead, he's typing something into one of his many tech devices.
Clint raises an eyebrow, "care to elaborate?"
A couple of seconds later, he projects a map for all of them to see. "This," he points to a little moving dot, "is Barnes' current location."
"After our last big mission, I took the liberty of putting tracking devices in everyone's gear. I would have tracked him earlier, but I didn't think we'd need the main tracker module for such a small mission. I was wrong. The good news is, it looks like he's right here in Manhattan."
Steve moves to stand in front of the map, watching the tiny, red dot. The moment it stops, he notes the location and grabs his shield.
Bruce steps in front of him holding out a hand. "Whoa, don't you think we should talk about this, Steve? We can't just go into this blind."
"I agree with Banner," Thor adds. "I've definitely learned my lesson from charging into a battle without a plan."
The Captain turns around, giving his team a stern look. "Bucky is my best friend. I was the only one he remotely recognized back when we had the conflict with the Accords. If anyone is going to bring him back, it's me."
Jane pulls her red Chevy Malibu into the gas station parking lot. She and her nine-year-old daughter, Cadence, have been driving for nearly twelve hours now, and they're hungry. Their hotel isn't too far away, but she wants to stock up on snacks for the room since the amenities they provide cost an arm and a leg.
She brought her daughter here for her birthday since it's been the only thing she's asked for over the past eight months. Cadence is a bit more unique than the rest of the kids in her grade. They were all playing outside or watching their favorite cartoons while having sleepovers with their friends.
Not her baby though. No, she spends almost all her time watching the news just to catch a glimpse of her favorite team of superheroes. Almost everything in her room revolves around the Avengers, specifically Captain America and Bucky Barnes. Cadence would often tell Jane that she wants a best friend like Bucky and Steve are to each other.
Jane isn't sure if their tower allows visitors, but they plan to try tomorrow morning. Her baby will be ten in just under eleven hours, and it would make her entire life if she could have a chance to meet her idols.
The gas station is quiet. Other than the cashier, they're the only ones there. Jane walks down one of the back aisles and begins to grab bags of chips. She turns to her daughter and smiles.
"Hey baby, do you wanna go pick out some candy for the room? Pick whatever you want, okay?"
Cadence nods, "Okay, Mommy!"
Even though the candy aisle is on the opposite end of the store, she doesn't think anything of it. It's not that big, and she can still see her while she stocks up on drinks. As she is reaching for a two liter of Coke, all hell breaks loose.
Jane whips around at the sound of the door being ripped off its hinges. She watches in horror as her daughter's idol walks in with an assault rifle. Cadence stands no more than five feet away staring wide-eyed at the super soldier. Jane knows he isn't Bucky, but her baby doesn't. She didn't have the heart to tell her about all the torture James had to go through when he was captured by Hydra.
Now her daughter is mere feet away from the assassin, and she's too scared to even blink for fear of him turning around and shooting her little girl.
Just when Bucky raises the gun at the startled cashier, the rest of the Avengers come barreling through the wall, courtesy of the Hulk, to try and stop him from adding another kill to his list.
"Bucky! Stop!"
Steve shouts at his friend causing him to turn around and narrow his eyes. He doesn't speak, but his intent to kill is evident.
Everyone is armed and ready to strike if James so much as twitches. Jane looks at her daughter and tries to get her attention as quietly as she can, but it's no use. Her baby is laser-focused on the situation, her eyes wide with fear and wonder.
The moment Iron Man raises his hand to fire a beam at James, Jane's worst fear becomes a reality. Everything happens in slow motion as Cadence drops the bag of Skittles she's holding and runs straight into the line of fire.
"No! No, don't hurt him, Iron Man! Don't hurt my Bucky!"
She stops in front of the Winter Soldier and wraps her tiny hands around his waist, burying her face in the front piece of his tactical gear. Everyone stops. It's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
Steve, Tony, Sam, Thor, Natasha, Clint, and even the Hulk stand completely still with horrified looks on their faces. Never in the history of their careers has a civilian intervened on any of their missions. Especially not a child. Now they're standing there, trying to come up with a strategy on how to save this tiny little girl from one of the world's most deadly assassins.
Steve is the closest to her. She's probably no more than forty-five pounds and maybe three and a half feet tall. He could probably grab her before she got too injured. He isn't sure that's the right way to go about this though. He gauges Bucky's reaction to try and figure out the best solution.
The Winter Soldier looks down at her, confusion written all over his face. He isn't trained in any interactions other than the ones where he kills. He's mostly confused about what she said. My Bucky. There's that name again, the one that the Steve guy called him on the bridge a few years ago.
"I'm not Bucky."
She looks up into his menacing eyes and hugs him a bit tighter.
"You look like my Bucky. And you talk like him. Did you lose your memory? The tall blonde over there," she points to Steve, "he's your best friend! I think you guys have been friends for like a hundred years or something. My Mommy told me once, but I forgot the story."
Tony speaks up to try and coax her away from the danger she's in. "Hey, sweetheart…Bucky isn't feeling good right now and he needs our help. Can you go hang out with my friend Natasha over there so we can help him?"
Cadence turns around, her arms are spread out and her back presses up against Bucky's legs.
"No! I won't let you hurt him! If you're gonna make him better, then why would you shoot him? That's not how you play with your friends. You don't hurt them. My mommy says friends are supposed to give each other hugs when they're upset. Right, Mommy?"
Everyone, including Bucky, turns their gaze to Jane. She's moved a bit closer now, still too scared to make any sudden movements.
"T-That's right honey," she whispers. "Can you do what Iron Man said and go stand with Black Widow? Please, baby?"
Jane's voice is shaky and she's got tears in her eyes. Bucky picks up on it all. His confusion increases and he's starting to feel different.
His flesh hand is still on the trigger of the rifle, but it's pointed at the floor now. Cadence moves to stand at Bucky's side, and everyone watches in amazement and fear as she grabs his metal hand in hers, holding it tightly.
"I can't, Mommy! Iron Man will hurt him." She starts to cry, thick tears sliding down her tiny cheeks onto her shirt. "I love him, Mommy. I love Bucky and I won't let anyone hurt him because he's a good person. He's just having a bad day, and we all have those."
Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, his head beginning to throb. His breathing pattern changes and then suddenly, he feels the anger leave his body. He looks down at the tiny blonde holding his bionic hand and pries it from her grasp. The movement makes Steve step forward, ready to pull her away from him in an instant. Instead, he and everyone else stare in awe as Bucky gently rubs the back of her head.
All their eyes widen in shock. Sam is the first to move. He folds his wings into his pack and slowly steps forward.
"Buck? Hey, man you good?"
James looks up and drops the gun. He feels lightheaded and quickly falls to his knees. Cadence is now level with his face and she smiles warmly at him.
"It's okay, Bucky. Sometimes superheroes need protecting too."
She snakes her arms around his neck and rests her tiny cheek on his shoulder.
James has never been shown this much compassion by anyone other than Steve. He looks up at Jane, his eyes shining with tears, and gingerly runs his metal hand down Cadence's back.
"Th-Thank you…" His body starts to shake a little as he cries from both the kindness and the relief of knowing he didn't hurt anybody.
Cadence pulls back to look at him and reaches out to wipe his tears with the sleeve of her shirt. "Oh, please don't cry, Bucky. You're too pretty to cry...well, at least that's what my Mommy says."
Jane goes beet red and buries her face in her hands. Bucky glances at her briefly before looking back into her daughter's big, brown eyes.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Cadence Elizabeth Michaelson and my Mommy's name is Jane Marie Michaelson."
James smiles and cradles her cheek with his flesh hand, "I owe you my life, Cadence. If it weren't for you, I don't know if my friends would have been able to bring me back."
Tony crouches down and removes his helmet. "You're a very brave little girl, Cadence. I could use someone like you on the team. When you're older, of course. I'm sure your Mom wouldn't like it if I recruited you now." He winks.
Steve walks over to Jane and looks her over to make sure she's okay.
"Hi, ma'am. I'm sure you know me, but I'm Captain Steve Rogers. I know this might sound a little strange, but do you think you and your daughter would be willing to come back to the tower with us? I'd like to discuss a few things with you if that's alright?"
She nods, "Yes, that's okay. It's actually why we came here anyway. Cadence's birthday is tomorrow and all she's ever wanted since she was two years old was to meet you guys. Especially Bucky. She has always been drawn to him from the start."
Back at the compound, they all gather in the common room. Nat, Bruce, Sam, Thor, and Clint are eating snacks and watching TV, Steve, Tony, and Jane are chatting in the kitchen, and Bucky is sitting on the floor with Cadence. She's on his lap and reading him her favorite book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
"Ms. Michaelson I-"
She interrupts Steve briefly, "please call me Jane."
He smiles, "Jane, I don't think you understand how extraordinary that was. This isn't the first time Bucky has been brainwashed by Hydra, and the last two times we were in a situation like that, things didn't end well. The only way we were able to bring him out of the Winter Soldier mindset was to restrain him and wait it out."
Tony nods, "he's right, ya know. Barnes doesn't trust anyone really. Well, except for red, white, and blue here and maybe Natasha, but he's still not to that point with everyone else."
Steve puts a big hand on Jane's shoulder. "In all the years I've known Buck, he's never let himself be that vulnerable with anyone other than myself. I don't know what it is about your little girl, but she calms his anxiety. I can see it, and that's why I'm asking you if you'd consider staying here for a while? You'd have your own rooms, own bathroom, all new furniture, and whatever else you need."
Jane's eyes go wide, "y-you...you want us to stay here in the tower… with you?"
He nods, "if you're willing to. I don't think Bucky's really ready to let his new best friend go yet. I know it's selfish of me to ask such a thing of you, but I think it would really help him if she's around."
She looks over at her daughter and watches as she and James laugh at something in the story she's reading him. He really does look relaxed, and despite his strength and metal arm, he's being so careful with her. Jane moves her eyes back to look at the two men in front of her. Her decision comes easy, and she doesn't hesitate in giving them a bright smile.
"Alright, we'll stay."
Does anyone want a Part Two? :)
#j snow writes#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky fic#bucky fluff#bucky imagine#james bucky buchanan barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#sergeant barnes#bucky barnes x ofc#bucky barnes x oc#marvel imagine#marvel fanfic#steve rogers#captain steve rogers#steven grant rogers#bruce banner#hulk#sam wilson#falcon#natasha romanoff#black widow#clint barton#hawkeye#iron man#tony stark#avengers#the avengers#mcu
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 92
Welcome to Week 92
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & Header by @happygowriting
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I love you 3000 💜 Missy
Solace - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Last Words - (Bucky x Reader) - @dilemmaontwolegs
The Boy is Mine - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Rawhide - Chp 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @wiypt-writes
Your Protector - (Steven G/Marc x Reader) - @ofstarsandvibranium
Aged to Perfection - (Bucky x Reader) - @fatecantstopme
Repeat after me - (Stucky x Reader) - @myfictionaldreams
Bucky One-shot - @nsfwsebbie
Out of Darkness - Chp 19 - (Curtis x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Why Can’t We Be Friends - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki
Steve’s First Dance - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Andy One-shot - @nsfwsebbie
Undone - (Bucky x Reader) - @callingsergeantbarnes
All that’s best of dark and bright - Part 7 - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @ursulaismymiddlename
The Phone Call - (Steve x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Boys in Bed with Books - (Frank x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Boys in Bed with Books - (Jake x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Boys in Bed with Books - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
HTFBH Part 3 - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld
His Claim - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Deadbeat - Part 10 - (Lee x Reader) - @the-witty-pen-name
Fire and Rain - Part 17 - Part 18 - (Dean x Reader) - @writercole
Blood and Music - Chp 6 - (James C x Reader) - @caffiend-queen
Catfished - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld
That’s how it’s done - (Marc/Steve x Reader) - @buckys-other-punk
Stress Relief - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Sex Tape - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @fictional-affairs
I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki
Riding On - Chp 23 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes
Only an Echo - (Sam x Reader) - @the-witty-pen-name
Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight
Two Bosses - Part 5 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420
Oh, darling, my soul - (Ari x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
It’s all Falling into Place - (Lee x Reader) - @the-witty-pen-name
#saiyanprincessswanie#recommended reading#missy reads#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#lee bodecker x reader#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#stucky x reader#curtis everett x reader#andy barber x reader#jake jensen x reader#frank adler x ofc#dean winchester x reader#james conrad x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#sam wilson x reader#ari levinson x reader
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Drabbles-MC: MCU Fics
Fic list under the cut!
👀 = smut, 💔 = angst
- Keeping Tabs (Sam Wilson x OFC)
- You’ll Have To Do (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff)
- Over and Over and Over Again (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff) 💔
- Do You Need Someone? (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader) 💔
- Let Me Help (Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)
- On My Own (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) 💔
- Wont Leave You Behind (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) 💔
- Worse Before It's Better (Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes)💔
- You Shouldn't Be Here (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes) 💔
- Let Me Know (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)
- Turn of the Tide: Part 1, Part 2 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)
- Out of Practice (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)
#finally enough to make a separate list for them lol#mcu#marvel#mcu fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#sam wilson#bucky barnes#natasha romanoff#sam wilson x ofc#sam wilson x oc#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x natasha romanoff#bucky barnes x reader#natasha romanoff x bucky barnes#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc#mcu imagine#marvel imagine#stucky#steve rogers x bucky barnes#bucky barnes x steve rogers
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first sentence game
thank you for tagging me @eusuntgratie!
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
1. The flashes of lightning and distant rumbles of thunder permeate Sam’s unconscious mind. (a lil samsteve thing set in this ‘verse)
2. Sarah flashes her date a grateful smile as he pulls out her chair. (oh, look, yet another au because i have a problem)
3. “Hey, Sare-bear, I’m at the farmer’s market and that cheese stall you like is here. Want me to get you a wedge of brie and some feta?” (sarahbucky friends to lovers au)
4. “So,” Sam asks the ceiling of his bedroom, “any idea on how much longer we’ll be stuck like this?” (samsteve omegaverse au)
5. “Becca, the worst thing ever has happened,” Sarah informs her friend as she enters the Barnes family sitting room. (sarahbucky historical au)
6. Isobel catches sight of him across the room, talking to his cousin who’s jostling her youngest, a happy little girl with twinkling brown eyes and a fountain of drool. (steve x ofc au)
7. “I don’t—oh God,” the woman—Susan? Sandra? … Sarah? Sarah, that’s it—moans as Bucky nips along the column of her neck and his hands roam her body. (sarahbucky one night stand au)
8. “Heed my words with care,” he whispers harshly, cupping her face with tender hands despite the tension gripping his body. “Your life depends on them.” (sarahbucky soulmates au)
9. “You have been deemed ready, child,” Gabriel tells her with a gentle smile. “Come, this way.” (sarahbucky guardian angel au)
10. It makes her irritable, the way Bucky walks around their property in his stupid Carhartt overalls even in the heat of summer. (sarahbucky friends to lovers au)
i tag @spinachgarden @jemgirl86 @indyluckycharlie @strangeprincex and anyone else who would like to join!
#tag games#sarah wilson#bucky barnes#sarahbucky#sam wilson#steve rogers#samsteve#steve rogers x ofc#canon?#never met her#i don’t know her
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Soft Target - Ch. 1
Not technically Zemo x reader, but so close they could kiss.
Thank you all for your interest in the teaser! Here we go! For real this time!
My muse is an asshole - interaction (likes, comments, reblogs, etc.) helps keep the Imposter Syndrome in its hole.
Summary: Their friendship failed before it ever got off the ground, but Sam still turns to her when they need a lead. When things go sideways, she shares more than is safe with a very, very dangerous man.
Chapter warnings: Language, violence, implied intent to assault (not by Zemo), Bucky being a damsel in distress
What was she doing?
She smelled blood – oozing through Bucky’s bandage in the backseat. She tasted it, too – leaking from her ravaged lower lip. Over the three-hour drive, she’d chewed it to pieces, peeling the flesh away in ribbons as she guessed and second guessed until her stomach warped and twisted like a separate animal, ready to pop out Alien-style and run for the hills.
There was no time to think and no room for error. They needed safe haven and she could give it to them, but if anything went wrong, it would cost her everything. She wasn’t willing to pay that. Not for their lives. Not even for her own. The two men in the backseat didn’t bother her. For all the grief between them, neither Sam nor Bucky would ever use this against her. They respected boundaries and operated under moral guidelines. The third man… not so much. She didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him. So, what was she doing?
She speared Zemo with a glare from the corner of her eye. He looked back innocently, face cool and still as a reflection pool, ready to echo and absorb every barb and compliment. Keep it. Weaponize it when the old words and feelings would deal the greatest damage. She’d seen how elegantly he picked at Sam and Bucky. What would he do with the leverage they hurtled towards?
She couldn’t do it.
Punching the emergency flashers and tapping the brakes, she pulled onto the shoulder, only giving the startled grumbles and exclamations from America’s heroes half an ear.
“What’s happening?”
“Is something wrong?”
Her hands clenched around the wheel. A deep breath in, eyes on the horizon – not on any of the men in the car and the drama they inflicted on an otherwise peaceful week. The breath left, slow and steady. Another in. Another out.
Sam, at least, seemed to have caught on to the situation and dealt with Bucky’s concerns. “Give her a minute. Everything’s fine.” He stared at her through the rearview mirror until her eyes shifted to meet his in the glass. “Everything’s fine.”
Everything was not, in fact, fine. Not at all. But she knew what he meant. And she nodded to thank him and assuage his own anxieties as she hunted through her thoughts for a solution. She needed… action? Proof? She needed to be sure. Beyond all doubt.
“I can drive if you need a moment to breathe,” the third man – Zemo – volunteered.
A last, deep breath.
“Out of the car.”
His brow furrowed in deep confusion. “I do not understand.”
Sam piped up from the back. “Triss, we can’t just –”
“Just Zemo,” she clarified.
“Have I somehow offended you?” He sounded incredulous, annoyed, but very well-mannered about it.
Rolling her eyes, she unclipped her seatbelt and popped open her door. “I just need a word. We’ll be right back, Sam.”
She checked for passing traffic before clambering out. The lonely stretch of state highway offered nothing but a single semi-truck, and she had plenty of time to close her door and move to the front of the car before it rushed by. Her hair flew around her eyes in streaks of blue, and she closed her them against the concussive force of the wind and noise. Once the truck passed, she looked up to see Zemo, magically unruffled, waiting.
She wanted to clear her throat, stick her hands in her pockets, or otherwise submit to her nervous habits. This conversation required a strong front, though. He had to know she meant what she said, and he needed to fear for her continued utility should he refuse.
“Before we go any farther,” she said. “You need to swear something to me. And you need to swear to me on something that fucking matters.”
He blinked, and his eyebrows pinched together. “May I ask to what I am swearing?”
For all her deep breaths, she felt like she was gasping as she explained. “You will not hurt anyone where we’re going. You will not fuck with them. You will not use them. They are not leverage, or pawns, or collateral. When we leave, you should do your best to forget you ever went there. And you should definitely forget the way.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but she wasn’t finished, and she wanted more than air behind his words.
“Whatever vendetta you have with Bucky, or Sam, or me – it has nothing to do with the place or people ahead. Now or ever.”
When he’d tried to answer before, his mouth never quite closed. It gave him a slightly puzzled look, and she knew he was playing chess in his mind, looking for the move that followed this one, seeking the treasured piece he’d overlooked.
As she lifted her hand, palm up, he finally understood.
“Swear it,” she repeated. “In the only way I’ll believe.”
To his credit, he didn’t gulp. He paused, though, staring down at her skin with an unreadable expression. He’d seen enough over the past two days to know what she was asking. In theory, at least.
“Just think the words,” she said. He needed to do this before she lost her nerve and started shaking. “I’ll hear you, and I’ll feel what you really mean. A quick touch is all I need, and I won’t see any more than that.”
He must remember how vehemently she’d refused to touch others at Sam and Bucky’s pleading. The refusal that served as their introduction. Doubtless, he had a lot to hide. All of that, her ethics included, mattered less than what she had to protect. If he couldn’t do this, she’d think of another place to hide while Bucky healed from the slash that nearly cut him in half. It wouldn’t be as safe, or clean, or good, but they’d all just have to make due.
“Zemo.” His eyes lifted to hers, though his face remained angled down. “Please.”
The gravel crunched under his feet as he adjusted his stance, and he looked away for a long moment to study their surroundings. Fields and trees filled the distance. Queen Anne’s lace and cornflowers bloomed along the verge. No farmhouses sat on the hills, and no voices apart from birds and cicadas carried on the wind. There weren’t even enough passing cars to hail as a hitchhiker. He was stranded, and although she’d given him a choice, he didn’t have many reasonable options.
His gaze returned to her face with that placid expression, and he pressed the tips of his fingers into her palm.
I swear on the names of my family.
And she felt how it mattered. Warm sentiment that blistered like acid, unshakable loyalty, and a willingness to burn the whole world down to avenge them. Yes, it mattered. No, he’d never dishonor their names by breaking his oath.
No. He was not happy about it, and his anger was a dark, dark thing.
She pulled away after the briefest flash of contact, determined to keep her own promise and pry no deeper than she absolutely had to.
“Thank you.”
He nodded, eyes a little harder than they’d been before, and she wished she could express her gratitude the way she could understand others’. He’d just have to believe her. Or not. That wasn’t up to her. They climbed back into the car, and the peanut gallery remained blissfully silent. She knew Sam would have opinions about her performance. He could see through the windshield what she’d done. Maybe Bucky was resting. Or maybe he didn’t care.
Breathing easier, but keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, she turned off the blinkers and moved back onto the road.
No one had anything clever to say for the next thirty minutes, as they peeled off the highway and onto narrow backroads. No one commented as the trees grew thicker and the potholes more frequent, though she caught all of them looking out the windows with greater attention when the fields petered out. No one spoke when she pulled onto a private drive, followed it through the woods and entered a broad clearing. Two houses stood in the sunny space, one as much relic as house, the other only new in comparison to the first.
Home.
She turned off the engine.
Silence.
But not for long.
Two other cars sat parked in the gravel, and she knew what that meant. A full house, and this late in the afternoon, everyone would be home.
She puffed out her cheeks and looked at the three men, each in turn. Hands rising to tangle in her hair, she said, “Best behavior. All of you.”
A dog barked from inside the newer, larger house. They’d been spotted. Any second now, hell would break loose. Best to meet it on her own two feet, outside of the car. She climbed free, and the two men able to stand mirrored her, stepping out on the other side of the little sedan.
The screen door flew open and into the siding as two streaks of screaming energy blasted across the yard and into her chest.
“Auntie B!”
They hit hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and push her back against the car door. She felt the entire vehicle rock with the force of it. Neither child shied from skin-to-skin contact, and dozens of excited, bubbling thoughts and feels assaulted her anxious mind.
“Oof!”
She had trouble separating words from ideas or expressions from feelings for a hot minute, and she didn’t realize she’d gained a third attachment until a chanting of B, B, B shouted through her skull. Fighting for air and sanity, she tried to hug them all and push them back, half breathless from the struggle.
“Triss?” Sam asked – low, smooth, and in a single syllable – what the fuck was happening.
She craned her head around just enough to see Zemo, standing on the other side of the car. He held her gaze, lips pressed thin as he analyzed the situation.
“This is my family.”
38 Hours Earlier
She’d been having a good day. She’d been having such a good day. It had been such a wonderful, uplifting, hopeful sort of afternoon, she didn’t immediately think the worst when Sam Wilson and James Barnes appeared at the bar. Sam had his friendly face on, the slightly strained one he wore when they first met. It probably meant trouble, but she was behind the bar – and she really had been enjoying her day – so her bartender smile lit up on instinct. Barnes looked less comfortable, his big, expressive mouth warring with a frown, so she decided to take the initiative and assume the burden of breaking the ice.
“Would you like an old fashioned?” she asked him, leaning down on her elbows with a shit-eating grin. “Or an old fashioned?”
He rolled his eyes, but while the tension lingered in his shoulders, the frown stopped yanking at his face. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.” She looked between the two men, surprised to see them together but still expecting something good from the universe.
She should’ve known better.
“It’s good to see you again,” Sam said. A polite opener.
And probably bullshit. Years of work taught her how to read a man who wanted something. Whatever drew them to Manhattan – together – it wasn’t just drinks. Or an attempt to make good on Steve’s introduction, she guessed.
While the smile stayed on her face, her optimism cracked. Familiar doubt and disappointment leaked through the gaps, happy to drown her good mood. Her hopes had yet to fail entirely, but she knew. If it was good to see her, he would’ve made some kind of effort before this. If he was really seeking a friendship of some kind, he wouldn’t begin by trying to establish they already had one.
Sam pressed ahead, unaware he’d lost the edge in the coming fight. “We need your help.”
“I’m at work.”
She’d been practicing for moments like this, learning how to say no. This would test her mettle though. Sam was good at what he did, and he talked people into and out of trouble for a living.
“Sorry.” And he actually sounded like he meant it. “But we only have your work address.”
Her smile turned Midwestern – flat and polite, nearly apologetic. “I gave you my cell number, though. What’s so important you had to ambush me at my job?”
He didn’t have an immediate answer, and Bucky’s uneasy shift to look over his shoulder told her things Sam hadn’t. Bucky didn’t choose to come here. He didn’t want to see her or ask for her help. That could mean he’d paid better attention, that he expected her refusal. Or he could just be an old man feeling old man ways about things.
She took the opportunity to start making the old fashioned she’d promised. Whether or not either of them drank it was nothing to her.
Well.
That wasn’t true. Her professional pride would be hurt if they didn’t enjoy it.
Her two coworkers started sending her looks, and a few customers tried getting her attention around the two men. Whether she caved or not, this conversation needed to be put on hold.
“Look,” she nodded to the back corner, where a gaggle of grad students had just evacuated a booth. “I’ll talk to you on my break. Seriously. I’m at work.”
She slid the old fashioned to Barnes across the bar, and he caught it through instinct, even though he’d barely been paying attention. “On the house. Go away. Sit. Stay. Whatever.”
To his credit, Sam followed her order. A polite nod, and he disengaged. Barnes hesitated with a question on his lips, eyes moving between his friend and the girl at the bar, but in the end, he followed Sam with his own nod as he retreated. At least he took the damn drink.
She lifted her fingers to her face, briefly exploring the frown she’d grown. When did that get there? Fuck. She’d been having such a good day.
A third man joined Steve’s old friends in the booth – and she realized he’d been the thing halving Barnes’ attention. He looked like money, and she disliked him on principle. The tips men like him offered rarely compensated for the aggravation. More than one asshole tried paying his way out getting bounced after groping the staff, or breaking furniture, or asking a bartender to run an errand. She wondered what the three men had in common and what brought them to her place of work without a call.
Her mood continued to sour.
Bottles, shakers, and spoons moved through her hands in a glittering parade as drink after drink came together for thirsty strangers and regulars crowding the old wooden bar. A professional smile masked the churning frustration, proof of her charade gathering in the tip jar.
Six months. Why did they have to ruin one of her good days? She had plenty of bad ones; she might even enjoy the distraction on one of those. She’d been less than enthused to see Steve again, but he’d been so insistent, and he looked so damn hopeful as he introduced her to his two friends, recently returned from dust. Then he left. And that was that. She thought it was over. Apparently not.
An hour ticked by, and customers started going home. It was a weeknight. Some people had places to be in the morning, though enough lingered to justify keeping the doors open, and night owls and tourists kept trickling in from establishments down the street.
She kept glancing towards the booth, where the three men sat in sullen silence punctuated with arguments. Although distance and the low thrum of music from the bar’s overhead speakers muted them, they looked like an old married couple fighting – too stuck in habit and necessity to split, but too far from the honeymoon to care for the relationship.
They looked back, sometimes, and she always turned away first. She didn’t need a staring contest to assert herself here. She was a bartender. She was behind the bar. A mere glance towards the bouncer would send them packing. A tempting thought. They’d wait to talk until she’d done her time and ensured she had rent covered for the month.
And then a new asshole joined the party.
He stormed in the bar like a man on a mission. Never a great start. Bros with the muscles and haircut he sported came to bars to relax, play the pick-up artist, or pick a fight – and he didn’t look like he wanted to relax. His march led him straight to the bar when his initial sweep of the place failed to deliver… whatever he was looking for. As he approached, she couldn’t help noting the recessed booth where her three unwanted guests lurked wasn’t visible from the door. She’d sent them there because it was out of the way. Was that decision about to bite her?
The big man – all buzz cut and undersized t-shirt – grabbed her arm as she reached to retrieve an empty glass. She froze. Her thoughts had a counterpoint, and it was loud.
Angry and afraid: her feelings.
Angry and looking to hurt someone: his feelings.
A few faces flickered across his surface thoughts, and she recognized them all. He’d followed Steve’s friends through Manhattan, despite obvious efforts to throw a tail.
Well. At least they’d tried.
“You should really let go of my arm,” she said, softly, like a firm suggestion.
That amused him, and his thoughts went very dark.
“Oh yeah?” He smiled. “I’m looking for some people. Seen three guys come in here? Leave through a back door maybe?”
He wondered what sounds she’d make if he crushed her arm in his fist, what sounds she’d make if he broke her apart in other ways.
Retrieving the glass with her free hand, she subtly signaled Jack, the bouncer, and tucked the dirty dish in the bin under behind the bar. The hand flexed on her arm, and she brought up a fresh glass as Jack made his way across the room, and she began pouring her favorite overproof rum.
“Only one door for patrons. Haven’t been keeping tabs on numbers. If you don’t see them, they’re not here.”
The man’s head was a mess, and she caught glimpses of lots of things she’d rather not see along with things that may be useful in solving this mess as his attention fluttered. She wouldn’t be the first girl behind a bar he’d hurt. Too bad he couldn’t go to the Clover anymore. So close to base and all – Maybe after they took care of the snooping problem he could –
“Hey.” Jack put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Time to go, pal.”
She returned the rum to its place and slipped her hand back under the counter. She felt bad for Jack, but she needed the distraction.
The stranger – well, not a stranger to her anymore – backhanded the bouncer hard enough to send him flying the length of the bar. Patrons jumped up, shouting, as some ran for the exit and some looked for an excuse to join the fight.
While the big man watched his target crash through a table, she whipped out the sturdy pairing knife she used for lemons and limes. She drove it clean through her assailant’s wrist and into the bar. The pain surprised him. It wasn’t great secondhand, either, sparking across the connection, but he released his grip, and she pressed her attack. Both hands free, she hurled the glass of rum in his face, and as he instinctively tried wiping it out of his eyes with his free hand, she thumbed the wheel of the bar’s lighter. She snarled, hurling it after the alcohol. The instant the sparks met his soaked shirt, he burst into flames. He howled, flailing to put out the fire dancing over his chest, arms, face.
A metal arm swung from behind, into the side of his skull. The party of three had returned to close their tab. The crack echoed as two more big men with bad haircuts kicked through the very open and innocent door. They looked pissed.
Sam vaulted over the bar, the third wheel from the booth slipping under the bar hatch as Bucky hurled the – still flaming – assailant towards the new threats.
“We need to go,” Sam shouted. He didn’t touch her, but his arms hovered in a vaguely protective fashion, herding her towards the back door.
She didn’t need to be told twice. By the time Bucky swung across the bar top to join them, she’d pushed through to the little hallway that led to the employee bathrooms, breakroom, and back entrance. She didn’t have to stop as she yanked her bag and coat from the hook on the wall, suddenly glad for the bar’s poor security for personal effects. Her bag was more backpack than purse. It hung heavy with all the things she needed most, including her laptop and a change of clothes. Just in case, she’d always told herself. Just in case, for whatever reason, you have to run.
Her paranoia had paid off, and she hated it.
Smoggy spring air full of car exhaust and the tempting smells of the Italian restaurant across the alley welcomed them on the other side of the door. She gulped it in, wondering if she’d ever cringe over the mix again the wee hours of the morning.
No. Of course not. Someone thought she’d be useful, and another chapter of her life closed.
As the men piled out behind her, she turned to Sam, arms half-raised at her sides, asking as much with her body as her words what happened next.
“Looks like I’m involved,” she said. “Where are we going?”
The third man took point, politely gesturing towards the north end of the alley even as he stepped forward to guide them. “The car is this way.”
As she let herself be pulled along in the tide of trouble crashing around the three men, dimly aware of how useless it would be to say no, she could only – desperately – remember: it had been such a good day.
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good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 3/30 (icymi)
chapter summary: bucky avoids sam
word count: 484
tags: brotp: bucky x sam (brotp used loosely), character death mention, post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au
warnings: character death mention/alluded
a/n: icymi
But he knows why Sam hasn’t physically come knocking on his door. In the same way Steve was the last part of Bucky’s old life, Bucky is the last remnant of Steve. Unlike the shield, Bucky is a reminder of Steve himself, his humanity, his life before the Serum. Even Bucky doesn’t want to face himself in the mirror.
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It Came From A Dream.
Im writing a fanfiction for my own pleasure and I want this out of my system. Feel free to read.
Summary: Your dreams are the experiences you have in another universe. How true could this be?
Implied Sam Wilson x OFC
Prologue.
"Come on, give me a little kiss." His hands rope around her waist from behind and brings her closer. "Just a peck."
She hides her face under her hair, shy. As Sam tucks her hair behind her ear, her smile broadens. Her hazel eyes peeked under her eyelids. It pulled on his heartstrings.
...Aaaand out of his dream. Who was she? He has never met her in his life, how did she appear in his dream? He shrugged it off. "It's just a dream."
"What dream?" Bucky entered his room without knocking.
"Dude. Knock next time. What if I was naked in here?"
Bucky frowns looking him up and down. Sam was clothed, sitting on his bed and under the blanket.
"But you're not?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I said what if." He sighed. "You better have a good reason barging into my room at 5AM."
Bucky dropped his phone on Sam's lap. "HYDRA wants to see us."
Sam paled. "They caught us sniffing in their business?"
Bucky just nods. Bucky's phone showed a map, with a blinking dot, showing the coordinates.
"Then we'll give them what they want. Suit up."
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