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onigirintarou · 2 years

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First Friend w/ Miya Atsumu

His Ma was right. Making friends as an adult was definitely trickier than making friends as kids, and even then, that was something he could never get quite right without Samu by his side. But he had promised, and Atsumu was anything but a promise breaker.

fluff + some angst but mostly just Miya twins brainrot

Word Count: 3.1k (idk how this got this long. this was supposed to be atsumu x reader and it still sort of is at the end, but my feels for the twins could not be contained so it’s more of a love letter to their relationship)

A/N: Part of @suckerforsugawara‘s A First Time For Everything collab. Thank you for letting me join! And I hope you have a wonderful birthday month 🥳

Miya Atsumu was eight when he began to recognize the differences between himself and his twin. Adults always preferred Samu to him, that was always a given. His aunties and uncles always said they could distinguish between the two – they just needed to look for the boy who was running around like he had ants in his pants and they immediately knew that it was Atsumu. He remembered his uncle ruffling his hair and calling him his ‘precious little troublemaker.’ Other relatives and family friends weren’t as kind and also called him a troublemaker, but he knew what they meant when they accompanied their words with a frown.

On the other hand, most people never had anything bad to say about Samu. He figured it must have something to do with how they could leave his brother alone and not come back to find the room looking like a tornado had gone through it (in his defense, he really hadn’t meant to make all that mess; he just wanted to see how long he could keep the ball up for).

He could acknowledge that he was definitely not the most well-behaved child. He didn’t like to admit it, but he could see why the adults preferred Samu to him. Samu didn’t start bawling at the drop of a hat. Samu didn’t start screaming when things didn’t go his way. Samu knew when to be quiet.

That was okay with him though. He didn’t need the adults to like him. He had Samu and their Ma. They were all he needed.

He loved his Ma and he’s sure that his Ma loved him. She did her very best but he still remembered the one time that she had snapped at him. With tears in her eyes, she had asked him why he couldn’t be more like Samu. For a boy who was only eight years old at the time, he could still recall how at that very moment, his Ma had reminded him of the Koi swimming around at the temple pond with her mouth opening and closing as if that would help push the words back into her mouth.

“But I’m Samu, Ma. And he’s Tsumu,” his twin had responded for him.

Their Ma had scooped the both of them up and wrapped them in her arms. Atsumu hadn’t even realized he was crying until his brother and Ma were wiping the tears off of his face.

“Don’t be such a crybaby,” Samu had said which he thought was rich coming from his brother who just seconds ago had been sniffling and still had the evidence of tear tracks on his face.

“I’m not!” he had protested as he weakly stuck his tongue out at his twin.

Their Ma had let out a wet laugh before giving the two of them a kiss on their foreheads. “I’m so sorry, loves. I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I know that you’re Tsumu and that you’re Samu. I don’t ever want you to be anyone but yourselves.”

“Okay Ma!” both twins had shouted in unison before both of them laid a kiss on each of their Ma’s cheeks with the hopes that this would make their Ma smile and stop crying.

Since then, Atsumu had taken his Ma’s words to heart. He was going to live life unapologetically as Miya Atsumu. If people weren’t fans of him then that was their loss. He didn’t need them. All he needed were the two people that his then tiny arms had wrapped themselves around.

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At the age of 10, he and Samu had just discovered their love for volleyball. That summer, the twins breathed, slept, and ate nothing but volleyball. So what if his classmates and the other kids at school looked at him like he had a screw loose in his head? He and Samu were gonna be the best brothers on the professional volleyball scene and no snot-nosed brat’s mean-spirited gossip and judgement were going to get in the way of that. If they were gonna be scrubs, then he was gonna treat them like the scrubs that they were.

So why did it bother him when Samu had sat him down and told him that he was going to be nice? Atsumu had nearly choked on his rice at the thought.

Living with his twin, Atsumu had firsthand experience and knew that Samu was as much of a jerk as he was. In fact, he’d even say Samu was a bigger jerk. Atsumu knew how to start a fight and would often find himself inadvertently initiating squabbles with his peers due to a careless word or two. However, it was Samu who often ended fights, whether that be with his fists or even just a pointed look that was accompanied with a single raised eyebrow.

And being nice? What was that even supposed to mean? Did Samu even know how to be nice? If being nice meant lying, even lying by omission, then he’d say his twin knew how to be nice. And on reflecting on himself, Atsumu thought that he was nice enough. He knew his spikers’ preferences and was nice enough to set it to them exactly how they wanted it.

Alright, some would say that wasn’t the exact truth, but Tsumu knew that his sets would improve their individual skills as well. Wasn’t that nice enough? He was looking out for them in the long run, after all.

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At the age of 11, he and Samu had been put in different classes. When the teacher asked them to partner up, Atsumu was usually left-behind. Everyone’s last choice and oftentimes, not even a choice that anyone had taken.

This time was no different as their history teacher had asked them to partner up to do a presentation. Desks had been pushed together and conversation started flowing. However, Atsumu had found himself once again sitting alone.

“Miya?” the teacher had called and Atsumu had hesitated. Despite being in this class for a couple of months without his brother, being called by his last name was something that was still unfamiliar to him.

“Yes, ma’am?” he steeled himself for her upcoming question.

“Do you have a partner?”

Atsumu liked his teacher, really he did, but surely by now she should have realized that he did most of the assigned work by himself. Academically, Atsumu wasn’t stupid. In fact, he even preferred getting the work done by himself so he could do it on his own schedule.

“No ma’am,” he responded. The look of pity she sent his way nearly made the tips of his ears flush in embarrassment.

“Do you even have any friends?” one of his classmates had sneered just loud enough that Atsumu knew the words were meant for him to overhear.

Atsumu simply raised a single eyebrow, a trick he had learned from his twin. “’Course I do,” he answered simply.

“Oh yeah?” the boy shot back. “Osamu doesn’t count. He’s your brother.”

That afternoon, Atsumu had spent practice sending sets to his spikers that they could easily get to. After the fifth consecutive easy set, he could tell the others had sensed there was something off about him, but no one had bothered to ask. They were probably just relieved he wasn’t forcing them to jump higher to reach the ball. He really was wasting his time playing with this bunch of scrubs.

On the way home Samu had nudged his shoulder and all his hope of sleeping off his classmate’s words faded away. “Oi, what’s been up with you today?”

Tsumu recalled shrugging in response but his brother had sped up to stand in his way.

“Can we be friends even if we’re brothers?” the question finally came out in a whisper.

Samu had given him a look as if he had lost his mind. “What kinda question is that?”

He had been about to shrug again but Samu had placed his hands on both of his shoulders. “Quit doin’ that,” his twin had reprimanded. “We’re not friends.”

At this, he had turned his head away from Samu, afraid that he was going to start crying if he looked at him.

“Yer such a crybaby,” Samu had said before tightening the grip he had on his shoulders.

Atsumu tried to hide the sniffle. “You just said we weren’t friends!”

“Oh my God,” his brother sighed in exasperation. “We’re brothers. Twins! That’s better than friends, ain’t it?”

Slowly, Atsumu turned to look at his brother who had a look of murderous intent on his face.

“Now tell me who the idiot is that planted that idea in your head?” Samu had demanded.

He had shaken his head. “I don’t know his name.”

Samu had nearly slapped his own forehead in irritation. “It’s two months into the school year, Tsum, and ya don’t know your classmates’ names?”

He had squawked indignantly at that. “I’ve got more important things to remember than that ya know!”

His brother simply rolled his eyes and let go of his shoulders. “Sure ya do.”

The next day, Atsumu had been woken up by Samu who had hit his face with a pillow and told him that he was going on ahead for some class duties. Atsumu had simply rolled over and covered his face with his blanket, a decision that he had started to regret, as he had to practically sprint to get to his morning class on time.

Thankfully, he had made it with a couple of minutes to spare and was about to set his head down on his desk when a shriek of surprise from the front of the room shocks him out of his reverie.

In walked the boy from yesterday with a split lip and what looked to be the beginning of a black eye starting to form.

At dinner that night, Atsumu pushed his pudding cup towards his twin. He had noticed the bandages around Samu’s knuckles at practice which confirmed his earlier suspicions. It really made his decision to skip his daily dose of sugar easier to stomach.

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Atsumu would say that his high school years were miles better than his earlier years. Samu and him were on on a team that consistently made it to Nationals. Things were different than they were back in middle school. His teammates were actually his friends. For the first time in his life, he could definitively say that he had friends.

He had managed to rope Ginjima into a couple of schemes with Samu and although Suna instigated a fair share of fights, he knew that the tired-looking boy also cherished their friendship if the amount of Facebook poke wars that Suna initiated counted for anything. Then there was Aran, Omimi, and Kita who had also burrowed their way into his life, acting like concerned and often overworked older brothers. Inarizaki was a tight-knit family.

So when the time had come for him to leave Inarizaki and Hyogo behind and start a new life in Osaka, he could freely admit that he was scared. This would be the first time in his life without Osamu, and despite promises to check in every other day, he knew that his brother would need to start prioritizing his own goals and he couldn’t do that if he was worried about how Atsumu was going to fare in the big city by himself.

To put his brother at ease, he had told Samu that he was going to make friends – specifically, he promised to make friends outside of volleyball. Samu had laughed at this which had earned him a quick shove.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been told I can be quite charming when I want to be!” he had defended himself.

In response, his stupid brother had only continued to cackle. “Good luck makin’ friends when I’ve only heard Gran call ya charming.”

“I’ll show ya!” He had pledged. “I’ll make tons of friends and introduce ya to them.”

Samu had simply grinned in response. “I can’t wait.”

It was now a month into living in Osaku, and Atsumu would say that he was getting used to living life with his teammates. Some of them were also living in the same team-provided shared apartment which had made it easier for Atsumu to befriend his teammates.

Some would say that familiarity breeds contempt, but for Atsumu, living together with his teammates kept the waves of loneliness at bay. He found himself accompanying Barnes and Inumaki on their trips into the city which also helped him familiarize himself with his new home. He worked out with his captain Meian. He also often had lunch out with Bokuto, outings which he would never disclose to his nutritionist due to the amount of spicy ramen challenges the two of them had participated in.

Osaka was slowly starting to become a second home. The konbini across the street no longer sent a pang straight to his chest with memories of pestering Samu or Suna to buy him a popsicle during the sweltering summer months in Hoygo. He also found himself sleeping past the alarm that Samu had set for years which led to him actually waking up refreshed because he had woken up to his own alarm and as a result, had gotten a couple of extra minutes of sleep. Sure, he missed his Ma and Samu’s cooking but Bokuto had shown him to enough restaurants that his dining options were only limited by how many lies he wanted to spin to his nutritionist.

However, despite this feeling of slowly becoming settled, he hadn’t found the time to fulfill his promise to his brother. All of his friends in Osaka were either on the team or worked for the team. He still hadn’t managed to make friends outside the team.

This is how he found himself seated across a table from you. The ramen place he had frequented was surprisingly busy for 2:25 on a Tuesday afternoon. So when you had shown up, the waiter had directed you over to his table as it was the only one with an empty chair.

“I’m sorry about this,” you apologize. “I can always come back another time if you’re not okay to share a table,” you had offered.

When you look at him expectantly, he had to force himself to respond as he felt his brain short circuit at the shy smile you had offered him. “No worries,” he finally replies despite the fact there were indeed many worries. Nonetheless, he gestures for you to take the seat across from him.

With that settled, the waiter gladly takes both of your orders and leaves to cater to the other tables around you.

Atsumu doesn’t really do too well with silences and he finds himself bouncing his knee to help shake off his growing anxiety. “I don’t usually eat with strangers, but I figure if we introduce ourselves to each other then we wouldn’t really be strangers, now would we?” he babbles. “I’m Miya Atsumu, but you can just call me Atsumu.”

You grin and introduce yourself in return. “So we’re not strangers now. I’m glad because my parents always told me never to talk to strangers,” you respond and he can feel the weight on his chest lighten as he chuckles.

Before the two of you can continue to converse, the waiter returns with your food.

“Itadakimasu,” the both of you say in unison before digging in.

He must have done something wrong because you’re looking over at him with a furrowed brow and concern evident on your face.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you ask. “You haven’t taken a single bite.”

He looks down at the unused chopsticks in his hand. “Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” he replies. “It’s just that I’ve never seen someone look so excited to eat. I think I finally get what my brother was sayin’ now.”

You can feel your face start to heat up. Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?

He smacks his forehead at your reaction. “There I go again, ruinin’ things. I really just meant that you look cute when you’re eating. Like you’re really enjoyin’ it,” he trails off. “...And now you probably think I’m a creep, don’t ya?”

This time, your cheeks are flushing for a whole different reason. “Nah, it’s alright, Atsumu. You’re right, I am pretty excited to be eating. I’ve been wanting to try this place for so long that when I heard they were having a big special, I just had to come by. Plus, I skipped breakfast specifically for this,” you explained.

He exaggerates wiping the sweat off his forehead and shoots you a grin before diving into his own bowl.

You can’t help but giggle at his antics. “Now you’re the one who looks absolutely famished.”

He chuckles along with you. “I’ve got a brother at home so if I didn’t eat fast then I wasn’t eatin’ at all.”

You beam at him. “Sounds like what my siblings would say about me.”

He snorts and with the ice sufficiently broken, the both of you share your meal with pleasant conversation interspersed in between.

To his shock, the conversation flows easily between the two of you. Sure, he puts his foot in his mouth sometimes, but you don’t seem to mind even a little bit as you laugh good-naturedly as he flounders to come up with an excuse. It wasn’t his fault. You made him nervous and this was the longest he’d held a conversation with someone without any ulterior motives to rile them up and throw them off their game. If anything, you were the one throwing him off of his game.

To his complete disappointment, the time with you was already coming to an end as the waiter was already coming over to hand you both your bills.

“Hey, I can take care of it,” you offer.

He shakes his head. “Ma would have my ass if she found out I let ya pay for my meal. Actually, let me get yours. A thank you for puttin’ up with me.”

Your hand reaches over to his elbow and he stills. “There was nothing to put up with, Atsumu. I really enjoyed being able to meet and spend time with you today.”

The sincerity in your voice shocks him.

He chuckles wryly. “Please, ya don’t just gotta be sayin’ that to be polite. People have told me I can be a lot.”

You frown and he thinks that he’s done it now, but the words that leave your lips shock him in the best possible way “Sure, you may be a lot more than people bargained for but that’s their problem. For me, I’d say this was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

“Really?” he breathes. “Even if I talk too much, say things I don’t mean in the heat of the moment, and can’t cook to save my life?” He doesn’t know why he’s saying this, but he only knows he needs to lay it all out there.

You nod. “Yeah, well, I’d obviously put you in your place,” you tease. “But it’s not like I’m perfect either.”

This is it, he thinks. He’ll take the plunge. “Would you want to be friends with me?”

Your grin has him going stupid. “I’d love that.”

His fingers are already itching to dial his brother’s number to tell him the news.

“You can call me Tsumu then. That’s what my friends call me.”

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skyebounded · 2 years

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Nothing Has To Change Part 3

Respectfully. You may not use my work, but you are welcome to share it. 💙

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Summary: You can’t keep acting like there isn’t something there, especially not when Carter is moving his way into the picture.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst. (lill fluff) Semi-smut (Again (if you can call it that)) I think that’s it..

Word Count: 5.0K

A/N: Hello Lovelies 💙 I’m so so sorry this took as long as it did, she was a bit harder to write, but I’m happy with the way she turned out. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think. 😏

The unconventional rule that pogues and kooks aren’t supposed to acknowledge each other’s existence, or let alone get cozy with one another, was quickly being thrown out the window, with you. You have never been one to care too much for the labels of 'kook’ and ‘pogue’ other than in the conventional sense, but unlike your friends, you were able to see that not all ‘kooks’ were terrible, however, you also didn't feel the need to be buddies with them.

Carter was different, and in spending the majority of your time with him lately, it was becoming more and more clear that was the truth. Over the past week, you had spent all of your time devoted to getting to know him better, in more ways than one. Your mother would claim that it had been forever since she had seen you, but the truth was it had only been a few days.

You hadn’t seen your friends in about a week, but that came down to not wanting to fully engage with JJ more so than anything. There was also the other reason, how you were enjoying the time that you were spending with Carter, which also was preventing you from seeing them as well.

You felt bad about it, considering you guys were always hanging out, but you couldn’t help the fun that you were having with Carter. Sure, you could keep lying to yourself about how you were becoming more and more nervous about your newfound relationship with JJ, and how that was affecting you and your desire to see your friends, but the truth was, even while hanging out with Carter, you still can’t seem to get JJ and his cheeky grin out of your head, no matter what. Even if he was in the back of it or not, he was always present, and always invading your thoughts.

Your friends had started to become ‘worried’ about you, and your sudden disappearance from their day-to-day lives, which was flattering. Pope had called you almost every day since last week, just to check on you, making sure that you were still alive, which was sweet. You had just been telling him, however, that you had been busy, and you had promised that you would be back around as soon as you could, which he graciously accepted as a response.

John b had done pretty much the same thing, calling and texting to check in on you, but also to get your advice on whatever he needed it for. It was mostly on what to do or say to a said, ‘girl’ that he liked, and you could imagine it was no one other than Sarah Cameron, but you had obliged and helped him the best you could.

Kie was a little more scarce in her contact. She would check in occasionally, asking where you were, and the response you gave her was one similar to the ones that you gave to the others. You didn’t want to tell her what you had been doing or where you had been, simply because she had expressed her sentiment about Carter the first night she met him, and she claimed she wasn’t a fan. You figure that if she knew, she wouldn’t be too happy about it, and yes, you loved Kie, but you knew that she could be quite verbal about her distaste in something, and you didn’t want to hear it.

She had also been complaining about the boys and all of the dumb shit that they had been getting up to in the past few days, but nothing much more than that.

As far as JJ went, you had been doing your best to not respond to him, or at least not too much, but you had been unsuccessful in that attempt. It had been a couple of days of pure teasing each other, taking things to a new level, and though you find it thrilling, you also find it to be a problem, therefore the reason you have been trying to avoid any type of contact with him. You had reached the point where you wouldn’t trust yourself to be alone with him, and not do something.

You stare at the messages plaguing your screen, the conflict of what you should do or say overwhelming your mind.

Friday 8:30p.m.

JJ (BlondeBimbo)

You’re such a fucking tease.

You

Oh, how so? 😏

JJ (BlondeBimbo)

you wouldn’t tell me the rest of the technique, so I’ve had to let my imagination run wild, and the things I’ve pictured.. boy, are doing things to me.

You

Oh, do tell.. 👀

JJ (BlondeBimbo)

Well, maybe if you’re a good girl and beg I tell you, or better yet, show you…

It had been two days since he had sent the last message, and you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to respond. You were afraid to engage, the lingering thought of what if? on constant repeat in your head.

“You okay?”

You jump a little, locking your phone and placing it down next to you, before looking up to meet Carter’s gaze.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you smile.

Carter’s look of skepticism, quickly leaving his features at your smile. He moves over to you, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“What were you looking at?”

You swallow hard, considering what to say.

“Oh, um Kie was just asking me where I’ve been,” you shrug, pulling yourself to lay flat against the mattress, your hands fiddling with each other. Carter leans over you, his large frame engulfing your small one, bringing his arms to cage himself above you.

“Don’t you guys always hang out?”

“Yes,” You feebly nod your head, admiring the sight of him resting above you.

“So they can’t miss you for a few days?” He chuckles.

“Well since I’ve been busy with you, I haven’t really talked to them, and I think they are starting to get jealous,” you smile. “And who knows, they might come hunt me down sooner or later.”

Carter gives you an exaggerated nod, slowly lowering himself to you.

“Oh, well, in that case, I better make good use of the time that I have with you,” he adds, a smirk on his face.

You place your palm flat against his chest, your other hand tangling in the deep brown hair on the nape of his neck. He brings his lips to caress yours, and you use your grip to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

You had spent the majority of the week doing just this, slowly inching your way into something more, but not fully being able to commit, and now, nothing seemed to be stopping you.

You part your lips, allowing his tongue to delve deeper into your mouth, letting it dance with your own. His hand moves down the length of you, before it dips just below the hem of your dress, inching its way back up your body.

The slightest graze of his skin against yours, sends you into a fit, your skin burning at his touch. As his hand roams your body, a tingling sensation starts to spread throughout you.

You tug on his blonde locks, drawing him closer to you, your kiss meeting his with fervor. You let out a breathy moan as you feel his hand grasp your hip, the assortment of rings on his fingers, cutting into your skin, in all the best ways. You want to urge him to go fast, to explore more of you, but you don’t, instead, you just enjoy the moment. You enjoy all his subtle touches and the subtle kisses he was leaving against your skin. He breaks from your lips to trail kisses along your jaw, and down your neck. You let out a soft moan as he nips at the soft skin of your neck. Without even looking at him, you could feel his piercing ocean eyes watching you, and his, all too familiar, grin on his face at the sounds you let out. As he comes back to hover over you, your eyes flutter open, and the surprise hits you.

“Carter!” you say, your breath hitching with surprise at the sight of him. It hadn’t been him that you were picturing just now. It hadn’t been his hands you had been feeling trace your body, or who’s lips had been caressing your skin, it was JJ’s. Just like always, he was stuck in your head.

You scramble up slightly, trying your hardest not to alarm him, but you fear that you have. He moves off of you, clearing his throat, a glint of worry in his eyes. He hadn’t done anything wrong, quite the opposite actually, but your mind was toying with you, betraying you. Things with JJ had fucked with your head, and it was starting to cause you problems.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't hav-'' he starts, but you cut him off, holding your finger to his lips to silence him.

Looking at him makes you feel bad, and not only that but flustered. You had wanted what you were doing to continue, JJ free, or so you kept telling yourself.

“No, I just,” you give yourself a mere second to think of an excuse because it wasn't like you could tell him the truth, ‘sorry, I was picturing someone else, but don’t worry about it because there is most definitely nothing going on between the two of us!’ There was no way that he would take that the right way.

“I thought I heard something,” you lie, it was all you could think of quickly.

You feel like your mind is playing tricks on you, far more than it should have been when you hear footsteps approaching your bedroom. Carter looks at you, disbelief on his face, which you try your hardest not to mirror. You sit up fully, fixing your dress when you hear a knock on your door before it swings open.

“Okay so we need to talk, I’ve got to tell you about something that JJ ha-”

Kie stops dead in her tracks, taking in the sight of the pair of you, not doing your best to look inconspicuous.

“Oh, well this makes sense,” she says, her tone sharp.

“Kie? What are you doing here?” you question, folding your arms.

Kie’s gaze lingers on Carter, a hostile glare in her eyes. You aren’t sure what it is about Carter that she doesn’t like, to be honest, it was probably just because he was a so-called ‘kook,’ and you knew how she felt about them, regardless of Carter being nothing like them.

Her gaze falls back to you, softening slightly as her arms find their way to each other.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you. I’ve missed our gossip time, but I see you’re busy.”

Her eyes glance back at Carter, who is now glaring at her. You stand up, smoothing out your dress, as your look between the pair of them.

“Um,” you pause looking at Carter, hoping that he would have some interjection, none. “You could have just called me,” you suggest, which Kie doesn’t like the sound of.

You aren’t going to admit that you are glad that she popped in when she did, because she assuredly saved you from an awkward chat with Carter, but her unexpected visit also kind of bothered you.

“Sorry, my bad,” she says.

You hear Carter shuffle behind you, standing up.

“Hey, I’ve actually got to head out, so I’ll call you later, yeah?” he smiles.

You hate to see him leave, but you give him a small nod.

“Yeah, I’ll walk you out,” you turn to face Kie, “I’ll be right back.”

You lead Carter out of the room after he politely says goodbye to Kie, which is more than she gave him. You reach the front door, your mother calling out to him saying goodbye, which he returns. Once she’s out of sight, he grabs your hips, watching your features for any sign of discomfort, you give him none.

“Hey, so you don’t have to say yes, but I hope you do,” your brow raises as he continues, “So midsummers is coming up, and I want you to go with me. I have to go, and I figured if I’ve got to be miserable, at least I can have you there with me.”

Both of his brows raise in question, as he waits for you to respond. The request wasn’t one that you expected, but you weren’t going to object. Deep down you had always wondered what it would be like to go, Kie always made it sound like it was a total bore, but something inside you begged to differ.

“Yeah, I would love to go and be miserable with you,” you smile.

It takes him longer than it should for him to realize that you were being for real, and not just joking.

“Cool, I will inform my mother.”

He kisses your forehead, before leaving. You close the door after him, and hurry back to your room, Kie lying flat on your bed. She sits up once you enter, her gaze trailing you.

“So is that what ‘busy’ looks like?” she asks.

You sigh, sitting down on the bed next to her. This was why you didn’t fully want to tell her, to tell any of them. When you don’t answer, she does for you.

“You know what he is,” she remarks.

She’s quick to throw it out like he was some type of unspeakable thing, and you crinkle your nose at it.

“What? A good person?” you retort.

“He’s just like the rest of them.”

You scoff, “No he’s not, besides I don’t get what your problem is with him.”

She doesn’t respond, but just rolls her eyes, letting the beat of silence rest between you.

“Look, do what you want, all I’m saying is just be careful.” She smiles softly, but you can tell she wants to say more.

“I will,” you smile back, “Now, what did you want to tell me about, JJ?”

The roll of her eyes is so exaggerated, it only makes you more concerned about what she has to say. Kie situates herself to face you better, taking a deep breath like what she was going to say was going to be a lot.

“Okay so I found out that JJ is seeing someone,” she starts.

You feel your stomach drop. Unbeknownst to you, your jaw tightens at the mention of the girl in question.

“Okay, why are we surprised? And better yet, why do we care?” you shrug, doing your best to seem unbothered. You can feel the aloofness on your features, and you do your best to push it away. You don’t want Kie to see because if she did, you know she would have questions. Sure enough, Kie studies your demeanor, silently noting it all.

“Are you okay?” she prods.

No, not really! You didn’t want to admit that to her, however, knowing she wouldn’t take to it kindly. The situation confused you, seeing as how not but a couple of days ago he had been messaging you all sort of suggestive lines, but now here he was, sneaking about with someone. It stung a little, but you try your best to ignore it.

“Yeah, I’m just tired of him using poor girls, that's all.”

You lay flat against your bed, watching the ceiling fan spin around. You don’t know what you expected from him, he wasn’t yours nor were you his, but for some reason, you felt achy, and like you had been toyed with and lied to. Here is another good reason why the whole exchange that you have with JJ is a bad idea.

“I mean, I guess,” she sighs, joining you by laying back on the bed as well.

“Who’s the poor girl?”

You’re not sure you want to know the answer, all things considered, but you ask nonetheless.

“I have no clue,” she pauses, “but the boys won’t stop talking about her.”

You take a deep breath, trying to shake yourself from the feeling that was festering inside of you. You shouldn’t care, you keep telling yourself, but you do.

“Well, good for him,” you sigh.

There isn’t much more for you to say towards the matter, but there it was. Kie props herself up on her elbow, looking down at you.

“Yeah, wanna know what’s worse?” she prods.

You really didn’t, but you meet her gaze, nodding for her to continue with the rest of the bad news.

“I’m pretty sure that John b and Sarah are seeing each other, in some way shape, or form.” she scoffs.

It makes you laugh at her disgust in the fact that John b has a thing for the kook princess. It made sense considering all the questions he had been asking you over the past few days, regarding this mystery woman that he needed help with. It made even more sense as to why he hadn’t asked Kiara, even when you told him to get her opinion on the matter as well, it was a straight no from him. You roll to your side, mirroring her by propping yourself up.

“When did this happen? And what do you mean by seeing each other?” You ask.

The disbelief on her face made you smile, She clearly didn’t like your reaction to the news.

“A couple of days ago,” she says, waving the rest of it off, clearly not wanting to talk too much about it.

“Hmm, makes sense.”

Her eyes narrow at you, waiting for you to explain your comment.

“How so?”

You sit up and she does the same.

“He’s been asking me for help with some girl, so I’m just saying the timing checks out.” you shrug.

You watch her shift uncomfortably, trying to fake her interest in the topic.

“Do you have a crush on him, Kie? Is that why it bothers you so much?”

She glares at you, the corner of her lip turning up in disgust. You could swear that she does, whether or not she wants to admit it.

“No, but come on, Sarah Cameron? Why her?” she says rhetorically, throwing her arms up.

“What is your problem with her?”

Kie bites at her cheek, pulling herself off of the bed.

“Nothing, I just don’t like her. She’s a bitch and she’s only going to hurt him.”

She folds her arms, looking down at you, waiting for you to challenge her bullshit excuse, but you decide to let it go.

“Well, he’s got us if something goes bad.” you smile.

Kie just nods in agreement, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Yeah, I guess. Speaking of, they miss you, why don’t you go over to John b’s with me? We were just going to hang tonight.” she suggests.

You’re not sure that you want to. Not sure if you want to see JJ, but you oblige anyway, giving her a quick nod, before pulling yourself from your bed.

“Yeah why not.” you give her a quick smile

You grab your things, not bothering to tell your mother where you are going, as you head out.

_______________

You would think that you had been missing forever with the way the boys greeted you when you walked up to them, all sitting around the unlit fire pit, beers in hand.

“Oh my god, she lives!” JJ calls out as you approach.

“Oh, shit!” John b throws in.

Pope clambers to his feet to give you a hug, pulling you in tightly like he assumed it would be your last ever hug.

“Ugh, it’s good to finally see you,” he remarks.

You squeeze him back, before pulling away. Kie makes her way inside, calling back at you to see if you want a drink, you give her a nod before she's gone. Pope gestures for you to sit down in his chair, and he takes the grass patch next to John b.

Kie emerges from the house, carrying more than enough drinks for the two of you. She tosses one each at the boys, before handing you one.

“So, where the hell have you been?” John b asks.

“Um, well I-”

Kie cuts you off, feeling it was her right to tell everyone where you had been whisked away to, or more importantly, who had whisked you away.

“She’s been hanging out with Carter,” she pauses, “they’re totally dating.”

Not all of what she said was true, you were not dating Carter, or at least to your knowledge, you had merely been hanging out and that was all. Okay, maybe that wasn’t all, but that was all that needed to be mentioned. You can’t help but let your eyes meet JJ, who looks very displeased. His eyes practically burn through you, as he brings his drink to his lips.

“You’re dating him?” JJ asks, his tone sharp and pointed.

Your eyes flick back to Kie, who now sits down next to John b, letting them narrow on her.

“No, I’m not,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze.

You lock eyes with John b, whose brows crease at your change in tone.

“Well, that’s not what it looked like,” Kie giggles.

“What does that mean?” JJ comments.

You’re not sure why she’s saying the things she is, and it is starting to bother you. Kie did not know what you had been up to with Carter, nor was it like she saw anything when she so happened to barge into your room. It also wasn’t like you’ve told her anything, and for good reason. Kie was always too opinionated on every little thing, so you found out that you had to keep certain things to yourself, a long time ago, or you would hear a whole spiel about what she thought.

“Nothing, that’s what it means,” you claim.

“I’m just saying,” she comments.

“Okay, whatever, Kie.”

You gulp down the remainder of your drink, crumbling the can and tossing it into the pit. The boys, all confused, turn to take the conversation in a different direction. John b leans over and offers you another drink, and you snatch it out of his hand, sending him a soft smile in thanks.

You start to zone out, paying little to no attention to the conversation at hand. You only catch fragments of the conversations, “Did you hear they broke up,” and “Ugh, he’s such a prick!” The only fragment that catches your attention was from John b.

“So, I might be going to Midsummers.”

Your eyes dart up from staring at the firepit, and straight to John b’s now rosy face. It seems you aren’t the only one shocked by the comment because everyone seems to have the same expression plastered on their faces.

“What?” Kie says, watching him carefully.

John b’s eyes are glued to you, looking for some type of comfort and assurance, not able to bring himself to look at anyone else. Your brows crease, waiting for him to further explain himself, whilst giving him an encouraging nod to continue.

“Um, well,” he pauses, still sending you pleading looks.

You understood what he was getting at, not wanting to tell everyone out of fear of what they would say. You love your friends, but they aren’t always as supportive as they should be, you, however, were.

“Me too,” you claim, pulling the attention off of him.

Everyone’s faces turn to you, the same look harboring on them, even John b’s.

“What!” Kie gasps.

“Yeah, Carter asked me to be his date today, and I said yes,” you shrug.

Bewilderment radiates from everyone. The look on JJ’s face, slightly different from everyone else's, almost looked sour accompanied by his tense demeanor.

“Why would you want to go, they are such a bore, plus you’re going to be surrounded by rich assholes who think that they are better than everyone else,” Kie explains. You roll your eyes at her, taking a deep breath.

“Well it looks like I’ll be fine, I’ll have all of you there to help me get by, it seems.”

You smile before finishing off your second drink. You pull yourself out of your chair and make a line for the door.

“be’right back,” you call.

You step inside and let out a heavy breath. Kie was getting on your nerves. From the moment she had seen you it had been nothing but judgment on every little thing, nothing but negative comments, it was starting to irk you. On top of that, without wanting to admit it, the whole JJ thing is also taking a toll on you.

You stride over to the fridge, swinging it open and snagging yourself another beer. Opening it you lean back against the counter, taking a moment of silence to yourself, or so you thought.

The door opens and JJ strides in, his eyes honed in on you, as he makes his way over. He grabs open the fridge, and grabs his drink, before letting the fridge fall shut. He moves to stand in front of you, opening his drink and bringing it to his lips.

“So, Carter huh?” he starts.

You set your drink down and cross your arms, your eyes meet him, waiting for him to get to the point.

“What about him?”

JJ scoffs, rolling his eyes, letting his expression fall blank as he stares at you.

“I thought you didn’t like him.”

You watch him try to play it off like he doesn't care, you’re not sure why he would in the first place, but that’s what it looks like.

“Does it matter?” You retort.

JJ steps forward towards you, slowly.

“Maybe it does,” he says, his tone is slightly harsh as he speaks.

“I don’t know why it would matter to you, besides I heard you’re seeing someone,” you accuse. You wanted to forget about that tidbit of information that you had gotten from Kie, but it had been pestering you all night.

JJ’s face falters, puzzlement first, then is quickly replaced with a look of intrigue. The corner of his mouth starts to turn up, at the hostile look on your face.

“Well, now where did you hear that?”

He stops moving, his eyes trailing you slowly, his brow raised.

“Kie,” you answer.

The look of amusement on his face was making you confused. Your brows crease as you think over what it is that you had said.

“Ah, and do you believe her?”

You watch his tongue flick over his bottom lip, waiting for you to answer, the smug look on his face growing. It wouldn’t surprise you if the news was true, JJ seemed to almost always have someone that he was with, but the thing was, he never really had anyone that he had a serious or even remotely serious relationship with, so that was the only thing that made you question.

As you take your time to think of your response, JJ makes his way to stop right in front of you, leaning into you. You close your eyes, your heartbeat hastening when you feel his breath against your skin. You feel his hand graze your arm, and then you hear the sound of him setting his drink down, behind you. You feel a little stupid when you open your eyes to see him grinning at you, his head slightly tilted as he watches you.

“Does that bother you, cupcake?”

His eyes trail your face, resting on your lips as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

“No,” you lie.

It does bother you, as much as you don't want to admit it, it does. JJ nods slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you,” he mumbles. You swallow hard as you realize what his gaze is fixated on.

“Should it bother me?” you breathe.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, slowly backing away from you, “Let me know when you figure it out though,” he winks.

Before you can think, you reach out letting your fingers wrap around the necklace resting on his chest, pulling him into you. He knew what you want when his lips come crashing down hard against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips, instantly dominating the kiss. His hands find their way to your hips, gripping them as he pushes you back into the countertop.

One of your hands grasps tightly onto the fabric of his shirt, and the other finds its place on the nape of his neck, gently tugging at his blonde locks, as you desperately urge him to kiss you deeper, harder. You push yourself into him, and he tightens his grip on your hips, the fabric of your dress ruches up at your sides, leaving your legs even more exposed, as he pushes back against you. His hand falls from your hip and you don’t bother to stop him when his knuckles begin to trace over the new patch of exposed skin. You can feel goosebumps trailing at his touch, and you swear, you could melt right there.

You want more, more of him. You’re not sure if it's jealousy fueling you, and even if it was, you would deny it, but you don’t care. Kissing him was making your head foggy, your skin hot, and making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

Being with him right here, now, kissing him, you could just let yourself get completely swept away by him, by his touch, and forget every little thing, and that’s what you want, to get swept up in him.

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My love, his duty // Chapter 9

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Chapter Summary: Everything was too good to be true

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: Angst, talk of cheating, fluff, talk about miscarriage, intented poisoning, violence (ot towards reader), cursing, interrogation related violence and intimidation

+18 please. MINORS DNI

Word Count (Chapter): 2.7 k

Notes: I'm so sorry for the delay! in my summer vacations my inspiraton took a long break too hahaha but I'm back!! and we have a long story to tell so don't worry, a war is brewing!!

“Sharon, you are running out of time, what else do you want from me?” he asked

“I wanted to talk to you about something important” she said

“What is it?”

“I want us to resume our relationship, it's been three months already and I think it's been enough for you to realize what you really want, I mean, she is with child, you fulfilled the purpose, I know you love me…”

“I don't anymore” He said, “I love her! This had been enough Sharon, I want you to leave”

“I'm pregnant” she said hastily, refusing to hear it. The king looked at her astonished

“I don't believe you” he whispered

“You’d congratulate her but dismiss me?” she said, “Your lover of ten years?”

“Yes, exactly, we´ve been together for 10 fucking years and you had never gotten pregnant, and now that I wish to part fom you, you are miracously with child?”

“You hurt me” she accused

“If this is a lie…” he threatened and paused, measuring his words carefully, “You will be expelled from court but with no country home to go to!”

Tears fell from her eyes, as she tugged the fabric of her loose dress towards her back. And Bucky gasped when he saw her already round belly. But she quickly wiped her tears and looked at him with deep anger in her eyes. He swallowed, hard, at the look of rage in her face.

“I’ll give you anything you want” he said, “But please don't go near her” she laughed bitterly

“he won't see me or know anything about this, if… we resume our relationship” Sharon knew, she knew if she could have him by her side he would forget all about her, he would come back to her, like he had done all these years, “So… my king” she asked, tears running down her cheeks, “What are you going to do?”

“Is worse than we thought” Nat mumbled to Fury, “I’m not sure yet, but the guards that were on post the night the treats were delivered…”

“They must know what is going on” Fury completed

“But I cannot question them myself” she said, “I have to investigate through them”

“Do what you must, we need to stop this threat” said the counselor, “I will keep my eye into them as well”

“We have a couple of maids in our side too” she answered

“Well, round them up, and what about Sharon?”

“I still can’t find anything to make her leave”

“You have to hurry”

“One of the maids said… she is with child” there was a dead silence while they seated by the gardens

“Gods” Fury muttered

“She still isn't showing very much, I need to find out if it’s the king’s” she whispered

“We need to assume it is” responded Fury

“But if it's not… that’s the leverage we need”

“Keep searching for Sharon, but don’t dismiss the guards” he continued, “We are getting heat from all fronts, and that’s strange, I get a feeling it might be connected”

“That Sharon is behind the attempts of poisoning?” even Natasha found it strange

“Remember that behind Sharon, there is a big important family”

“I will, for now, the guards had been changed to loyalist without suspicion, and the ones from that night had been assigned to less important things to protect”

“Good, that way, no one is going to miss a non important guard” Nat smiled wickedly and nodded, “our main goal is to keep her safe”

“I will, with my life” Fury just smiled and Natasha walked away

You didn't know what was going on

Since you found Sharon entering James´ private chambers, you had been avoiding your own husband like he was the plague incarnated, in hopes of keep being calm for the sake of the baby, your belly had swollen beautifully, as days turn to weeks

But what hurt was that James hadn't tried to make contact with you either, he kept giving you excuses without you asking for them, excuses for his long hunting trips, and the long meetings that prevent him to even have dinner at your side

There has been no more attempts against you or the prince, you knew as much, since Wanda told you anything she knew about those poisoned treats someone send you, and that’s why your King had been so busy, he was taking care of it, allegedly

You also noticed Sharon was missing, and that only made you more suspicious, and at the same time, more upset. Were they together? He had given you his word, perhaps it didn’t mean much. You were all alone now, Wanda in the skies with Vision’s attention, and Bucky nowhere in sight

You felt your chest heavy with sadness, you thought he had grow to care for you, and your mind was tormented with memories you two had made together, like in your journey to Madripoor, or your mother’ crown, or the numerous times you had slept right next to him… your coronation, the way he stood up to your father.

Did all of that mean nothing?

You took a deep breath as delicious fragrances from the flowers of the garden reach your nose, and you decided to sit in the edge of the water fountain, to enjoy the beautiful day, and the gardens that had bloomed in all their might

“My Queen” you rose your head from the fountain to gaze upon Duke Rogers, who came on your direction with his flock of loyal servants and guards “I must say you are a divine sight of motherhood” you smiled shyly, as you put a hand over your swollen belly

“You are too kind your Grace” you muttered

“Even so, you look unwell, should I look for a physician?”

“Please don't trouble yourself” you said, as you intended to rise from your seat, Steve came to your help as he graciously helped you, taking your hands and rose you to your feet “I'm happy to say our King´s child is strong, but I'm also sorry to say is drawing his strength from me” you said, smiling weakly

“Please, tell me what's troubling your Majesty” he urged, as you took deep breaths

“I´m afraid they are marital problems” you wanted it to reach the King how bitter you were, and what better option to make that happen with his most trusted friend's ear?

“My Queen?” he asked, alarmed

“Well, my holy condition will not allow the King and I to be together, and I totally understand why his loneliness would make him seek... his old companion”

“Does that upset you, your Majesty?” he asked, as seriousness took hold of his factions

“Yes, I can't help it” you said, after taking a large breath

“Why don't you just get rid of her?” he asked so naturally, and that made you shiver

“I know better” you whispered “Queen's heads had been lost for less than to come across his King’s and his mistress”

“Your majesty, the King adores you with all his heart” he said “it weighs heavily in his heart that he cannot be with you, so he takes his frustrations on someone else”

“He won’t even see me in the daytime” you said, you grief sneaking through your words, “I’m starting to think that, now that he had succeeded in his purpose, he won’t…” you couldn’t even finish that sentence, “That he doesn't care for me”

“That’s not true” he said softly, “He loves you, I’m sure of it”

“I would like to address this no further” you said “I came to the gardens to distract myself from this”

“Of course”

You continued to stroll through the magnificent gardens, that were your personal favorite part of the palace, the rich fountains and all kinds of plants and flowers

“Why won't you marry?” you asked, wishing to ponder upon other things, after all, that's what you meant to do when you visited the gardens

“I´m afraid it pained me so the loss of my wife and child, I married the court and his Majesty´s service instead”

“I'm so very sorry” you said, looking at him as he stop his stroll to return the look “I didn't know”

“We were young” he said, as you both resumed the walk “barely come of age, and I asked her to marry me, we did so, we were expecting our first child, it was a complicated pregnancy, and she died in childbirth, her and the boy” you gasped, as without thinking your hands cradled your belly “I´m so very sorry for this gruesome tale, your majesty”

“I´m the one who should be sorry, to bring you back so painful memories” you muttered

“It's been a long time since,” he said after a long sigh

“Maybe one day you’ll find love again” you whispered, with a reassuring smile

“I really hope so” he answered back, smiling at you

The Duke kept walking alongside you, until he left right at the doors of you own rooms

For the first time since he had memory, he was mad, mad at his friend, and at his King, Steve opened the door to James’ office, to find his friend deep in paperwork

“Bucky” Steve called “your Queen found out about your reunion with Sharon, she is upset”

“Shit” he cursed, slapping his wooden desk “how?”

“I´m not sure, I think she just saw Sharon entering your chambers” he grunted, not daring to look at his friend “I don´t understand it” Steve reprimanded “why do you do this to her?”

“Steve you don´t understand, I wasn't intimate with her, she… wanted to see me”

“She wanted to talk to you?”

“Yes, we just talked, her time to leave court is almost upon us, and… She had some news for me”

“What news?”

“Sharon is pregnant”

“What?”

“She is already showing” he murmured, “She is further along than the Queen, so I have to keep her away from her, and if I don’t keep her close to me, she will go on and talk to (Y/N), and I can’t let that happen” he concluded, his deep cerulean eyes trying to find answers in his friend’s

“Gods…I, is there a way?”

“Until I can find out who was behind the attacks against the Queen there is nothing I can do, they stopped the second I agreed to Sharon’s terms”

“Does she mean something to you? Do you consult her? seek comfort in her?” he asked again

“I don´t” he said quickly, “I wanted her to leave court”

“But why make your wife upset? She is carrying your firstborn, you have to tell her, you know what she said to me?

“What?” he asked

“Queen's heads had been lost for less than to come across his King´s and his mistress,” Bucky looked shocked, and terrified

“Does she really think I could…?”

“C´mon Bucky, throughout history there's been a hundred Kings that get rid of their Queens on false accusations of adultery, just to have their heads and after marry their mistresses without any further problems”

“I would never do that to her, ever, she is my wife, my queen, she has my child inside of her, I love her”

“She thinks you love Sharon”

“As soon as my child is out of her belly Sharon is gone from here”

“Ok, but until that happens, you need to talk to her, write her a letter even”

“Lady Romanoff” greeted the guard with a grin, “What a pleasant surprise”

“I needed to see my favorite guard” Nat swayed her hips and drew a small smirk, smiling at him

“All the way down to the stables?” he asked, playing along

“Why don’t we go to a more intimate place?” she asked. He smiled wickedly

“Whenever you want sweetheart” Nat guided him towards the back of the stables, and whe she made sure no one followed them, she hit him in the neck so hard he lost consciousness

“I don’t get paid enough for this” she grumbled, whe she looked at the heavy and big body of the unconscious guard

Nat threw a jar full of water over his head, making the man jumped on his spot, waking up instantly

“Wake up” she demanded, the man coughed, and tried to move, but he was tightly strapped to a heavy wooden chair

“What is this?” he asked, his fear increasing, “Release me at once! don’t you know who I am?”

“I know exactly who you are” she continued, “A traitor to the Crown”

“What are you talking about? release me you crazy…!” Nat punched him in the face so hard he drew a pained moan, fearing that she broke her jaw

“I’ll have you hanged you witch!” he yelled

“By who?” she asked, “Show me who’s behind you and I’ll tell you who is behind me” she answered

“What are you talking about?”

“Who sent the Queen the poisonous treats?” she asked

“I don’t know!” he yelled. Nat hit him again

“Talk!”

“Go to hell you wench!” without even flinching, she took out a sharp dagger she hid under her skirts, and stabbed him in the leg without hesitation

The thick stone walls made his scream ricochet. Without alerting anyone else in a mile radius, the old chamber underground was erect for this kind of work

When he stopped screeching in pain, Nat asked again

“Is strange” she growled, “both times the Queen had an attempt made against her and the Prince’s life, you seemed to be there, guarding her” she started, “How come?”

“I don’t know I didn’t poison her” he cried

“But you know who did, who is behind those attacks?” she pressured again

“I don’t, we’ve been told to just turn a blind eye” he cried, Natasha slapped him in the face again, making his turn painfully, “It’s the truth!”

“By who?” she asked again

“Rumlow” he answered

“He is no longer the Captain of the King’s guard” she accused

“But still, he has men that are still loyal to him” he whispered

“Who else besides you?” he shook his head, “give me the fucking names or I’ll start cutting fingers!”

“I’ll give you the names!” he cried, and Natasha heard calmly the names of about 5 guards, none of them were close to the King.

“Where is Rumlow now?”

“Staying at the whore house, the one near the docks, where all the guards meet”

“Good” she retrieved the dagger of his leg, making him cry out again

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No, but in exchange, I want you to leave, and never came back”

“Ok, ok, I will”

“I heard your family has a farm in the border with Wakanda I’d went there if I were you” he cried in pain because of ihs leg, but he nodded

Natasha smiled triumphantly when she exited the room, were the Counselor Fury awaited for her

“I have all the names of the guards we need to change”

“Good”

“And I know where Rumlow is”

“I’ll take this to the King” said Fury, “So he can finally begin putting an end to these threats”

“He didn’t know who was the one that send that poison, but I bet Rumlow does”

“I bet he does” he murmured, “Let’s find that motherfucker”

Nat’s cover couldn't be blown, so that forced Fury to walked towards the privy council room, where he found his King, accompanied by Duke Rogers

“Lord Fury, what can I help you with?” James mumbled, clearly upset of being interrupted

“The question is, my King, what I can do for you, with the information I have gathered,”

that seemed to relax his face, looking at the chancellor with interest

“What is it?”

“I’ve discovered a discrepancy amongst the guards” Steve looked at him surprised, “The ones that guarded the Queen’s chambers the night of the attempting poisoning, they were following commands of Rumlow”

“Did they poison her?” he asked, seething

“No, but they were told to”turn a blind eye” to the mysterious packages”

“That bastard Rumlow”

“There is someone else he is plotting with, the identity of this alleged traitor is yet to be discovered”

“I’ll give you all the permission and resources you’ll need”

“I also discovered where he is staying, but I need your authorization to apprehend him”

“You have it, I’ll give you the royal seal, catch that bastard and bring him to me”

“I shall go as well” said Steve firmly, “As a temporary Captain of the King’s guard”

“Good, go Steve there is none I trust more than you both”

“I’ll take my me so I’ll leave your guard here protecting you”