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demona-andariel · 10 months

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Punished

Yeah, that guy lol. Don’t know what came over me when I wrote this. But I did and I finished it and why not post it and share with the world? It was fun and No regrets. With just being a one shot, I’m posting the link as well as just the entire thing here.

Warnings: Noncon, explicit sex, loss of virginity, whipping, +

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Summary: Thanos has to punish a prisoner for killing some of his soldiers.

Words: 5,453

Punished - Thanos x OFC (Completed)

Thanos stared at his throne. His mission to save the universe and cut the entire population by half was going well, although slow. Each planet he visited felt the devastation of his attacks. Only for them to recover because of what he had done. Children weren’t starving on the streets. Countries weren’t going to war. Resources weren’t being depleted at a faster rate. All because of him.

He clasped his hands behind his back, feeling quite proud of himself. His ship orbited another planet he planned on conquering. This one was a bit different. This planet had powerful warriors protecting it. Although there were only ten of them, they were giving his army quite a fight. It made him wish he had more infinity stones.

Soon , he thought. But for now, his army needed his help. Donning his armor, he made his way to the planet's surface.

The sound of people screaming, of ships being torn apart, explosions and the smell of blood woke Alanna from her slumber. She let out a cry of surprise as she scrambled to her feet. Where was she? She was in some sort of prison cell. Her hands were cuffed together in a strong device. She couldn’t break it.

She searched deep inside of herself. Looking for the song that vibrated through her. She let out a cry of frustration. Nothing. She frowned. She’d only ever felt so empty when she- There was no way, she thought, shaking her head.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” the creature known as Ebony Maw said as he floated towards the front of her cell.

She watched him, eyes glaring. “My friends will come for me,” she snarled. She couldn’t remember getting captured. But considering the fight they had been in was long and hellish it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities.

Ebony Maw motioned with his fingers and the door opened. Before she could even attack, she felt her body being pulled toward the being. “Don’t-” he said softly as he stroked her cheek. “Even think about it. Now, be good and follow me. Otherwise-” There was a glint in his eyes.

Pushing back the fear in her own, she steeled herself and followed the tall alien. Questions swirled in her mind. What had happened? How did she end up on the enemy ship? Where were her friends? She passed by some guards, noting their positions and how far she’d walked. Once the song inside of her was back she’d be able to escape.

They walked into a large throne room. Thanos sat in his throne, watching them, his eyes burning with intensity at her. “My lord,” Ebony Maw started to say, but his voice disappeared from her mind as her ears began to ring. Thanos had bandages on him. Her eyes spotted his armor. Cracked and almost unusable, proof of-

She dropped to her knees.

Ebony Maw quickly turned and Thanos raised his eyebrows, leaning forward in his throne.

“Leave us,” Thanos commanded, waving his hand at Ebony Maw.

“But, sire,” Ebony started to protest, but then quickly remembered his place. He nodded his head then left the room. Closing the doors behind him.

Thanos walked down from his throne towards her.

Alanna, don’t!

“Why… why didn’t you kill me?!” she screamed at Thanos. She didn’t wait for his reply as she attacked him. Bound hands or no, she didn’t care.

Thanos easily dodged her angered attacks, then grabbed her face with one hand and pushed her away. He smiled. “Do you wish to die?” he asked, standing over her.

Tears rained down her face. Her mind still couldn’t remember what she’d done. But she knew. Judging by his armor, by the emptiness in her. She’d done a great amount of damage.

He roughly grabbed her arms pulling them over her head as what seemed like a magnetic chain came down and attached itself to the device holding her hands together.

“Tell me, little one,” he said in her ear as he slowly walked around her. “Where did you get such power?”

She looked away from him, refusing to answer his question.

He chuckled. He’d been thinking long and hard on what to do with her. He’d met many people in his travels with various powers. But hers intrigued him.

Thanos watched her, amused at her attempts to escape. She pulled and wiggled. She even seemed to try to focus, only to give up and try the pulling again. She had been dangerous. Far more dangerous than he realized. When he had joined in the battle, his army was losing. It didn’t take him long to kill one of the heroes. And then two more fell by his blade when they tried to avenge their fallen comrade.

He had spotted her, surrounded by a group of soldiers. Another hero. The smallest of the ten and clearly the weakest. Just as they were starting to win, the heroes facing his army seemed to grow stronger. Their powers became more lethal. Two more rushed at him, a man and a woman, this time they weren’t so easy to defeat. There were a few times he felt like he should have killed them. Only for them to barely escape his blade’s edge.

The man almost had him, but hesitated a fraction of a second. That was enough for Thanos to drive his blade through the man’s chest. And then, the world seemed to go silent.

“Alanna, don’t!” the woman shouted at the weakest of them. “Get out, run, now!” she screamed, this time to her own men. She looked over at Thanos then ran away.

Alanna didn’t move. The ground under her feet trembled. He never retreated when he was in battle. But he could feel the raw energy. He had to destroy her. Just as he started to throw his blade, she arched her back and screamed. The energy she released rippled like a wave, fracturing machines and creatures in its path. He saw the creatures of his army closest to her obliterate as their bodies convulsed so hard their bones jutted out, puncturing them, and then they seemed to deflate into a puddle of jelly. One of his ships was close to the wave and he watched as the ship shook the front end apart. That destabilized it, causing it to crash into another one of his.

When the wave hit him, he felt as if his body was trying to tear itself apart. His armor didn’t fare well, as it cracked and splintered on him. If he was closer, he might have died. Although, it was more likely that he would have stabbed her through the heart to stop her.

And then she fainted. He quickly commanded Ebony Maw to take her before her hero friends could return. And then he finished what he had started.

“You have cost me many lives,” he muttered, as he picked up what appeared to be a stick near his throne. It acted as a type of whip when turned on. He had to punish her for killing so many in his army. But, he wasn’t going to kill her. At least not yet. He was going to see if she would join him.

He moved his hand and a screen came down in front of her. With a snap of his finger, the screen turned into a mirror. He stood behind her menacingly, towering over her. She glared back at him in defiance. Before she could react. He easily ripped her suit, tearing it apart to reveal her naked chest and back.

A strong sting across her back made her cry out. Realizing what he was doing and what he wanted, she bit her cheek as he slowly circled her. Whipping her hard enough to cause red welts, but not enough to bleed. She tried to clench her hands in the device that held them trapped. But it was too narrow. Her tan skin had red marks from where he’d whipped.

Her naked breasts heaved as she took deep breaths.

Thanos frowned as he felt something stir in him. He hadn’t noticed that his cock had gotten hard. He walked around her, inspecting her in a new light. She wasn’t bad looking. Straight dark brown hair that was in a ponytail. She looked human, tan skin, supple breasts. Her body seemed to curve nicely in all the right places. Bigger hips, nice ass. Although she was smaller than the heroes she’d been fighting with, she was a little bit taller than most human women he’d seen. But that didn’t mean she could handle his cock. The red marks along her back and breasts, made his heart start to race.

He wasn’t normally turned on like this. He’d never considered raping anyone. There was no need. His mission was always on his mind. It was hard to think about anything else. But now, thoughts of seeing how much of him she could take clouded his mind. If he did he ran the risk of breaking her. Her powers were interesting and unique. He’d never met anyone who vibrated so hard they could destroy a spaceship.

He watched her from behind. Eyeing her still clothed ass. An image of her crying as he stuffed his cock in her ass tantalized him. Then he pictured her coming while he fucked her ass.

“Is that all you got?” she snapped.

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His heart was beating faster. Dare he? He found himself behind her. It would be unfortunate if he broke her.

“Did you think that’s all I had in store to punish you?” he asked, placing his large hands on her hips. He heard her catch her breath and then her breathing quickened as he pressed himself against her.

There was little doubt in his mind that she felt his hard cock. He could hear the short shallow breaths of fear. He easily ripped the rest of her clothing off of her and took a step back to admire her backside.

She was watching him, through the mirror. He stepped closer again, running one hand along her body. She moved this time, desperately fighting to get away. But there was nowhere she could go.

He let out a deep hum. Normally, he’d make a night of it. Spending some time in foreplay to allow his partner time to get ready for his giant cock. He ran one hand down the front of her body. She tried to close her legs, but he still pushed them apart with his hand. He stuck a finger in her, rubbing her clit at the same time and she jolted at the touch and penetration.

“I don’t wish to break you, little one,” he growled in her ear.

She whimpered. “Please,” she begged.

“Please? Do you want my cock so badly?” He smiled at the look of horror in her face. He dipped a second finger in, causing her to cry out. Her breasts moved up and down as her breathing deepened.

“No,” she finally said, shaking her head.

“No?” he asked, taking his fingers out of her pussy. She cried out and jumped as he stuck a finger in her ass. “Shall I take this instead?” He smiled. Giving her false hope. He would have her ass before they left the room.

She bent her head down in resignation and he smiled as he pulled his finger out. He stripped off his clothes as he walked in front of her, positioning himself so she could see his erect cock. Her eyes grew large as she looked at him.

“It won’t fit,” she cried out, struggling again with her restraints.

He laughed as he pulled them for her. The chain loosened quickly, causing her to land on her knees. He pulled her up again so that his cock was directly in front of her face. A little bit of precum leaked from the tip. “If you bite, I will not be kind to your ass.”

Her whole body shook, but she tentatively opened her mouth. He let her set the pace, he didn’t want to fuck an unconcious or dead woman. He wasn’t entirely sure if she was purposefully being bad. He could feel the tension in her jaw as she took him in her mouth. If she wasn’t so stressed, he had a feeling he could go deeper. Her tongue barely moved and she barely applied pressure much to his disappointment.

“Pitiful,” he said, pulling out of her. He could take her off the chain and fuck her then and there. But, a better idea popped in his head.

She looked away from him.

He knew what he could do. He lowered the chain slowly watching her body shake again. She tried to keep her legs up to cover herself. But she wouldn’t be able to keep that position for long. A part of him wanted to comfort her. Tell her that she’d be alright. Rain kisses on her and touch her body till she was screaming in ecstasy.

But, she had killed many of his men.

She opened her eyes and let out a little scream when she realized that he was lying on the floor below her. His big angry cock aimed directly at her pussy. He caught her legs before she could kick him, slipping his thumb into her pussy and a finger in her ass. “Which one?” he asked, curiously.

She shook her head. “Neither,” she breathed.

He laughed at the answer, pulling his hand out of her and watched her curiously.

“Please,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Just. Let me go?”

Thanos smiled. “You must be punished for what you did,” he said softly, reaching up his right hand to caress her face.

Her whole body shook as she hung over him. About to be impaled by the biggest cock she’d ever seen. She felt his cock head run across her slit, making her cry more. “Please, just, beat me, or kill me,” she said, shaking her head some more. “You’re too big. You’ll break me.” Her arm muscles clenched from trying to hold herself up. She had to keep fighting. She couldn’t let him win so easily. But- She could begin to feel it. The song was slowly humming in her core.

He smiled, placing one hand on her hip. His cock slipped in between her labia. She tried to pull herself up, away from him. Her muscles were too weak.

"Stop, please, don't," she whimpered. Her eyes stared back at him with absolute fear. "No, no," she cried, shaking her head as she tried to move, to get off him. But there was no where for her to go. "Please," she begged again.

He closed his eyes for a moment as a sob came out of her lips. She couldn't stop the invasion, and her cunt was slowly opening up to him. He should have prepared her more. Should have. But, she'd survive. Despite her seemingly small stature compared to the rest of her friends. She was rather strong.

He couldn't help but groan as the head of his cock finally settled inside of her. The biggest part of him was in. She had her head buried in the crook of her arm. Her body shook with sobs.

"Look at me," he commanded.

She shook her head, taking in deep heaving breathes. The reddening slashes she'd received tantalized him more.

"Look at me," he was far more forceful with his command.

Her lips pursed into grim determination. Fighter, rebellious, a creature to tame to show who is the real boss. Her cunt was incredibly tight. Almost a little too tight. Yes, he really should have prepared her more. But it was to late for that. He reached one hand out, rubbing her clit, making her gasp and arch her back.

"Look at me," he commanded. To his surprise, she did. Eyes begging for mercy.

"Please, stop."

Her words said one thing, but as he stroked her clit he could feel and see her body wanted something else. He nodded in agreement to her body. She took it the wrong way and relaxed. With one hand on her hip, and the other both stroking her clit and acting extra support for his cock, he pushed her down. It was quick with no room for her to think or react. Her eyes widened and she screamed. He didn't stop her descent until she was sitting on top of him. Her cunt had taken all of him, much to his surprise. The device that held her hands together unlocked. She cried out as she slightly fell forward, her free hands pressing on his chest for balance.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, little one,” he cooed.

She glared at him. Her eyes filled with rage. Her body trembled. He lifted her up with his hands then let her go so that she slammed back down. It was enough to make the fight leave her eyes.

“Stop, please, it hurts,” she whimpered, weakly banging on his chest. He didn't doubt it. As it was, he could already see how stretched out she was. There was no way she was used to anything so deep and huge inside of her. Her face show the various emotions from hate towards him to hate towards herself. Her tears didn't stop. He, in turn, just kept stroking her clit. She probably didn't notice.

He breathed heavily, but he didn’t move as he watched her. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. Sex wasn’t something he particularly craved. But, the red marks on her chest from the whipping he’d done for destroying what belonged to him, enticed his thoughts. And now, somehow, she’d taken his giant purple cock completely. He had thought that she could handle most of it, but she wouldn’t take all of him. But there she was, practically doing the splits and taking him in.

It was the first time he’d tried it. He wasn’t a rapist. He did give her a choice after all. All she had to do was keep herself up on the chain. Keep herself above his cock till he got tired of waiting. He did promise himself he’d let her go. Especially since they would have been waiting an awfully long time. But she was too weak from fighting and stress.

Her breathing, although still deep, no longer had any pain in it. And her hands no longer beat on his chest.

It was time. Gripping her hips, he pulled her up till the head of his cock was just inside then pushed her down while he pushed up with his hips. She cried again, shaking her head as she weakly pounded on his chest. She didn’t understand. He couldn’t wait anymore. She was too enticing. Her tight pussy clenched around him, hugging him tightly. He was going to use all of her.

He sat up, to have better control since she refused to move. He pulled her arms back, enjoying the view of her breasts going up and down as he thrusted into her. Her power, his strength. What kind of kids would they have? Would she even be able to carry a baby. She was so tiny.

She moaned, catching his attention. That wasn’t of pain. That one was different. To his surprise, he realized she was fucking him back. Her hips were moving with his. She didn’t look at him, keeping her eyes closed.

“Are you enjoying yourself, little one?” he teased, slowing his rhythm so that she could feel every vein in him.

She shook her head, but bit her lip at the same time. It didn’t stop the mewl from passing through. He laughed.

“This was supposed to be a punishment for what you did to my army.” He pulled out again, so that the head of his cock was the only thing inside, before pulling her to him quickly while thrusting up.

She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then she opened her eyes. He could see it. Her body had betrayed her, building up a torrent of emotions that she needed to release. But, he wasn’t going to help her. At least, not anymore.

“Tell me, what do you want?” he teased. If she said the magic words, he would help her.

She shook her head in defiance.

Laughing again, he shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his pace.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, crying while at the same time moaning and groaning in pleasure in his ear. His hand roamed her ass. Another thing he would claim before they were through with her punishment.

He stood up, easily keeping her in his arms as he slammed in and out of her. She barely weighed anything to him. It was so easy manipulating her body and barely used up his energy as he held her. She clutched to his neck tightly. Still giving his ears the sweet pleasure of her excited moans and groans, despite her desperate attempts to silence herself. A low vibration seemed to come from her body, antagonizing him.

How would she sound if she were more willing? He pushed her against the wall, then wrapped one hand around her neck, squeezing it slightly. His mind ran wild with thoughts of what else they could do. She had taken all of him, and her still wet pussy around his cock told him that she was getting pleasure no matter how much she tried to deny it. All he was doing was driving his cock into her. How would she act if kissed, licked, bit and fondled? Played more with her clit than the random pressure and brush of his pubs on it.

But this was supposed to be a punishment. She wasn’t supposed to get pleasure from this. He felt it, his end was nearing. He laid her on the ground, not leaving her sweet tight pussy. He wanted to be on top of her. He wanted to see her face when he came in her. She closed her eyes, looking away. Her mouth betrayed what she truly felt as couldn’t help but whimper.

“Look at me,” he breathed. Did she know? Could she tell he was reaching his end?

She kept her head turned away. This wouldn’t do. He paused for a moment, pulling completely out. He heard her sigh in relief, but also was that a hint of disappointment? He smiled, she thought he was done. He closed her legs, letting her rest on her side, then pushed himself back in.

She cried out in pain. “Wait, no!”

From this position, she wasn’t as open for him. It was almost painful for him as he pushed his cock in and pulled her hips down on him. She tried to move her legs to open herself back up, but he kept them down. Finally, she looked at him.

“When I say, look at me, you look,” he commanded. Giving her a few painful thrusts before he let her legs go.

The rage in her beautiful eyes was gone. All that was left was resignation. He slowed down his pace, rubbing her belly. Was that him? Could he feel his cock inside of her? He groaned at the thought as he enjoyed every inch of her again, breathing in and out with pleasure. He smiled down at her. She didn’t react. In fact, her breathing was heavy and labored like his, but it didn’t look like she was at the edge of her orgasm anymore.

If she came on his cock- His hand went between her legs, easily finding her clit, he rubbed it. She gasped, arching her back and tried to get away.

A chuckle rumbled through him. “They say women have a hard time achieving an orgasm,” he said, playing with her. “Do you like my cock? The way it fills you up inside?” He moved deliberately slow again.

She bit her lip, shaking her head, eyes once again fueled with rage. But the moans of pleasure were back.

“I think you love my cock more than you’re letting on,” he cooed, picking up pace. “Cum on my cock.” He rubbed her clit, applying more pressure. Then he felt it. Her pussy clenched around his cock as her orgasm took control. She bit her hand to muffle her cries, making him laugh. Soft vibrations coursed through her into him, stimulating him even more. He couldn’t believe it. There was no way he could hold out anymore.

“We’re going to make babies together,” he said.

“No!” she cried out. The look of panic as she tried to stop him pushed him over the edge.

Placing his hands over her shoulders, he let out a cry of pleasure, pressing her body down as he pushed in. He came in her and, much to his surprise, he felt her pussy spasming around his cock. She came again. Low vibrations coursed through him again, pleasing him. He looked down at her, enjoying the view of her crying form. He waited for her pussy to push out his limp cock. It didn’t take that long. He sat back, watching as his seed leaked out of her.

She sat up, doing her best to cover her breasts with her hands, and curling her legs to cover her pussy.

He watched her, eyes dancing with mirth. It didn’t escape his attention there was some blood on his cock. Although, it probably had more to do with how huge he was than her being a virgin. “Clean me up,” he commanded.

“What?” she asked.

“Did you think your punishment was done?” he asked.

She looked down at his flaccid cock. It was still big. He reached out, pinching her nipple and pulling her to him.

“Will you continue to disobey me?” he asked, curiously. He wanted her to. He was already coming up with so many plans to punish her.

He could feel her heartbeat faster. Her eyes betrayed something. “I’ve,” she started as he played with her breasts. He could easily cup them both in one hand. “I’ve-”

“Were you a virgin this whole time?” It was almost more of a statement versus a question. He studied her.

Was that shame in her eyes? It disappeared and was replaced by curiosity. “You didn’t die,” she stated.

He laughed, shaking his head. Although he wanted to see her stuff her mouth with his cock again, feel her suck and lick him clean, this time make her do a better job. He was curious by her words. He grabbed both of her hands and placed them on his cock. Then he tenderly cupped her cheek.

“Why would you say that?” he asked.

She stared down at her hands, then carefully, she began examining his cock.

“I’m not entirely a virgin,” she admitted, looking into his eyes. He felt vibrations pulsing out of her. It was her!

He quickly grabbed onto her neck. “I can easily kill you,” he threatened. Although, the vibrations were feeling very nice. He’d seen what she could do.

“I can’t help it,” she said. “The first, and only guy I was with, I killed him. One simple orgasm and I literally made his body into pudding. I’ve never been with anyone since. I thought. I expected to kill you.”

He laughed again. “It takes more than a little vibration to kill a Titan,” he stated.

She only nodded her head, studying him. Although he wanted her mouth on his cock, her hands were doing a decent job. “Will you leave my planet alone?” she finally asked.

She didn’t know, he realized. He’d done what he had set out to do. He had culled half the population, but also the rest of the heroes who tried to stop him. “I’ve already left, little one,” he said. It wasn’t a lie.

She stopped running her hands along his shaft and pulled them back, looking down. He looked down even though he didn’t need to. He was ready for round two. Before he could say anything, she got up and placed both of her legs on either side of him, squatting down. She grabbed his cock, and guided it into her.

They both let out a groan of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then slowly rose and sat back down. The sound of their bodies connecting, her skin hitting his, echoed through the room. The vibrations coming from her body were getting stronger. He loved that she was being active and actually fucking herself. There wasn’t the rage in them anymore. He kinda missed it. Although, he did like a gentle fucking now and again.

His hands played with her ass. She cried out in fear and tried to move away as one finger penetrated her asshole. “Please, don’t,” she said with tears in her eyes. He stuck another finger in, and she clutched his forearm, her body shook, amplifying the vibrations.

“I’m doing what you want,” she choked on tears.

His free hand touched her face in a loving gesture as he added a third finger. “This is what you wanted,” he stated.

Her eyes widened. Before she could think anymore on it, he pulled her off of him and forced her onto her knees. He snapped and a screen came down in front of them. He waved his hand so that it turned into a mirror. She struggled, but he could easily keep down with one hand.

“No, please!” she cried out as she felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass.

“As I said,” he stated, watching her eyes through the mirror. “You need to be punished.”

He pushed in, and she cried. He moved slowly this time. Savoring every second as he destroyed her ass. Her fists pounded on the floor then finally stopped when he was completely in. She didn’t move, taking shaky breaths as she waited. He didn’t move either, massaging her ass and belly.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he said softly. “I do not intend to break you.” He reached down between her legs and began to circle around her clit as he slowly pulled out. Her breath of surprise made him smile. He found a good slow rhythm. A part of him wanted to just ram into her as fast as possible. But another part, worried about her mental state. He didn’t want to break his new toy.

He pulled his hand away from her clit and her ass moved forward as her needy button searched for his fingers. That interested him. He moved his fingers back, eliciting a moan from her as she pushed her ass back into him. He watched with surprise as she fucked her own ass with his cock because she desperately wanted his fingers on her clit. Did she even know she was doing that?

He started to pick up pace, but she didn’t protest. Moans and groans of pleasure passed through her mouth. The vibrations through her body started to get stronger. He wouldn’t be able to last long if she kept doing that. She clenched her right hand and banged it on the floor, letting out a high pitch scream through closed lips. Her ass clenched tightly around him as she came. The vibrations that her body made were stronger this time. He groaned, unable to control himself anymore. He picked up speed and then stopped, grunting as he came in her ass.

He waited, till her ass pushed his limp cock out before he laid down on the ground, spent again. He felt her body lie down next to him on the cold floor. She was no longer vibrating. For a brief moment, he pictured the two of them laying in bed. He could force her to clean his cock, but he was merciful now and again.

“I hate you,” she finally said. He looked down at her. She didn’t look at him, only up at the ceiling. Finally, she sat up. “You’ve killed my friends.”

“It had to be done,” he stated.

“You raped me.”

He sat up, trying to read her eyes. “You killed my men. I didn’t want to kill you. There’s something special about you. But I had to punish you.”

“You don’t die,” she stated. “I like sex.”

A large smile crossed his face. He brought one of his large hands to her face again, rubbing her cheek. “You do make it rather interesting,” he said.

“If-” she paused. “If I cooperate. Will you be gentle?”

His eyes sparkled. “Sometimes,” he stated. “But sometimes you’ll need to be punished.” Her body shivered in response.

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After the snap - chapter 1 - Sterek fanfic

Another fic from a while back that didn't get put on Tumblr. Well, it's here now. Please keep some tissues nearby, I'm told they're needed.

The werewolf across from her shifts in his seat. It's always a bit like pulling teeth with him, getting him to share his thoughts. At first, she was convinced he would give up on therapy. Truthfully, even after almost four years of it she still wonders every now and then if he would just stop showing up some day. Yet, he keeps coming to their weekly appointments. They're short, only thirty minutes, and sometimes no more than ten words come out of her client. However, she has learned to listen to what isn't being said, to read between the lines. It’s how she knows that getting therapy is a promise he made to someone important, before The Snap.

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After the snap - Chapter 1

Melody Brooks looks over her schedule for the day. She has five clients today. Two in the morning, two in the afternoon and one in her evening slot. After that, she has a short session with her colleague, to evaluate their day. Or, to just unload all the worries her clients have bestowed upon her that day. It's not unusual for them to do it over a glass of Bordeaux, after all, they're just human. As are all of her clients too, even though some of them are a little more than human.

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The people suffered from the loss of their loved ones, some to the point of being no longer able to deal with those losses. Suicide rates had gone up after that day, and now, almost five years later, they're still higher than before. Melody lost clients, some of them even after years of therapy. Others, she was able to help pick up their lives again, to live on with the memories. Everyone's progress is different, some are faster than others. And with some, the pace is glacial.

"So, Derek, tell me. What's new this week?"

"The old fox burrow is in use again," he says, his gaze locked on the coffee table between them.

"Oh? Just one fox? Or a family?" Melody actually quite likes the information Derek Hale shares with her about the animal life in the Preserve that surrounds most of Beacon Hills. With his heightened senses the werewolf can discern more than others. It's his job too, he's been a park ranger for two years now. Getting the job was cause for celebration, to her surprise the man had even hugged her, momentarily overwhelmed by emotions.

"Two. I think there'll be a family soon." He smiles a little then, looking up from the table. The Snap had affected all living creatures, animals and man alike. To see nature finding its way again is important beyond measure.

"That's good news!" Melody acknowledges, before moving on to a new subject. "Did your shipment of timber come in yet?"

Derek nods. “Not all of it, but the large beams are there, so I can start on the framework.”

In the past two years, the werewolf had torn down the charred remains of his old family home in the Preserve bit by bit, meaning to build a new house in its place. Melody had once happened upon the old house when hiking the trails. She was not a native to Beacon Hills, but her friend was, and he had told her about the Hales and the tragedy of the fire that took the lives of most of the family. Of course there was more to that story than the average townspeople knew, as it all happened before people were privy to the existence of werewolves and other supernatural creatures.

The alien invasion in New York proved that they were not alone in the universe. And after The Snap, people discovered mankind wasn’t alone on Earth either. Or rather, that mankind was more diverse than they’d all thought. And The Snap had affected everybody. Werewolves without pack, witches without their coven, forests that were suddenly bereft of their protecting druids, the list went on and on. One good thing that came out of The Snap was that mankind bonded together, reaching out to the people that remained. And, to some people’s surprise or even anger, that bond also extended to the people that were a little more than human. People were so happy to see their neighbour survive that they didn’t even care that their neighbour went furry each full moon. Melody’s parents, who had both miraculously survived that dreadful day, discovered that their neighbour from across the street was a druid. Her father just said it explained a lot about why Ted’s rose bushes were always the first to blossom.

Derek is more at ease with the older man than with the younger, she knows they get together a couple of nights a week, drinking beer and playing cards, or watching a game. She has met the sheriff a couple of times and admires him strongly. He lost his son in The Snap, a boy in his early twenties, and most of his deputies. However, out of a strong sense of community, the sheriff kept on going. It is mainly thanks to him that the town pulled through the way they did.

Besides a werewolf, Melody also has a witch as a client. William Johnson is the retired head of the local elementary school, always dressed in a sweater vest, with his dark, bald head shining like a bowling ball. He was one of the most positive people she’d ever met, but he’d lost his wife and almost his whole coven in The Snap, and that was more than enough to rattle a man.

Derek Hale also lost his people, his pack. For the second time, as it turned out. The man had experienced trauma upon trauma and he was most certainly not ready to rehash all that. So they work on the little things, on moving forward, one step at a time, to keep on living. He is not totally alone, that helps a little. There is another werewolf, an Alpha like him, and there is a human, the father of one of his lost packmates. The three of them have formed a new, makeshift pack, even though a pack usually has only one Alpha. Melody knows the new house will have rooms for them, even though they don’t live together now and maybe never will.

After Derek has told her about his work on the house, she asks about his pack. “How’s Scott? Did you talk to him this week?”

Over the years Melody has learned that Stiles, the sheriff’s son, held an important place in Derek’s life. There were Boyd, Erica, Isaac and Jackson, all connected to him through the bond between Alpha and Beta. There was Scott, who was a rather reluctant member of Derek’s pack, which explained their rocky relationship in the present. And there was Stiles, not a werewolf, yet maybe the most loyal member of Derek’s pack nonetheless. Of the pack only Scott remained. At first there was Scott’s girlfriend too, but she had moved away with her family to Europe after The Snap and Derek had mentioned them breaking up not long after.

Derek scoffs quietly. He doesn’t always see eye to eye with the other werewolf and they often have little spats because of it. At first, Derek was bottling everything up inside, afraid to lose yet another pack member. In time, he’s learned that he wouldn’t lose his friend just because they argued. It is slow learning, heavily influenced by past experiences. He had to learn that he was not the only one that needed the other, that his friend would never truly leave him, even though they might not speak for a couple of days because emotions ran high between them.

“It was different… with Stiles,” Derek had once said in one of his rare moments of transparency. “We argued all the time, but he always stayed, even when I didn’t want him to.” A wistful smile had crossed his face. “He was always there.” For me , was left unsaid but still heard.

“Scott has been doing that speed-date thing again,” Derek answers after a short pause. “He wanted me to come too.”

“It could be nice, meeting new people?” Melody knows to tread lightly when it comes to this subject. There are names in Derek’s past, Kate or Jennifer for instance, that have done a lot of damage. And there is one name he still holds on to, long after his disappearance.

“I don’t need to sit down at a table to do that.” It sounds bitter and Melody knows the reason behind that. Derek is a handsome man, beautiful to most standards, even with the white hairs that have appeared in his short beard. It’s a face that makes people look twice, even though most days he doesn’t carry the most friendly expression. It’s a face that makes people approach him, has women - and some men - give him their number or outright proposition him.

“People at a speed-date event tend to be looking for a relationship instead of a one night stand. It wouldn’t be the same.”

“Don’t care.” With that, Derek closes off again. Melody makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, knowing the werewolf can hear her. She’s not judging and Derek knows that by now. It’s another thing he’s learned.

“It’s almost time,” she says, closing her notebook. “Will I see you next week?”

Derek nods, getting up from his chair. “I’ll be here.”

***

“Thanks, son,” Noah says as he takes the beer from Derek. “God knows I could use a cold one after the day I've had.” He has been out and about all day in the California summer. He’s grateful that Derek’s loft is nice and cool, partially thanks to the dark curtains in front of the large window.

“Dinner’s ready in twenty,” the werewolf informs him, taking a seat at the kitchen table across from him. They always sit here when they’re in the loft; they have their own seats, their own routines. Derek’s kitchen table is a comfortable place to be. The table is handcrafted from wood from the Preserve, made by Derek himself. The chairs are a fairly recent addition to the loft; comfortable seats that invite you to sit in them for long nights filled with good food and interesting conversation.

“Smells good already.” Noah takes a long drink from his beer, washing away the dust from the day. He’d spent most of the afternoon directing traffic, when a truck with live cattle went off the road. Only one of the cows was hurt bad enough that they had to put her down, the others came away with minor scratches and a good scare. At his age he wasn’t going to run after escaped cows anymore, he’d left that to his young deputies and had taken it upon himself to direct traffic around the area of the crash. He likes doing that, most of the people waving a hello at him when they move past him.

“I used one of Claudia’s recipes,” Derek says, drinking from his own beer.

“The beef casserole,” Noah nods, “I already thought it smelled familiar.” Between the two of them Derek is the best cook; Claudia’s recipe books are in good hands with him.

In the comfortable silence that follows Noah looks idly around the room. Over the years the loft has become more homey, with Derek adding furniture, carpets and drapes to the industrial open space. He knows a lot of it was Stiles' idea, his son urging his Alpha to make a more permanent home for himself. Stiles hasn't been around to see how much of his suggestions Derek has actually followed, with most of it happening after that disastrous day that cut down the world's population by half. Still, it warms Noah's heart to see what Derek did - and still does - to keep the memory of his pack, and Stiles foremost, alive.

One of the walls is covered in photographs, most of them taken from the phones of the kids. Stiles is in a lot of those photos, often smiling. There is one picture that he loves best, one that was taken without Stiles knowing. If he remembers correctly, it was Erica who took it. She was responsible for the lion's share of the pictures on the wall, on account of her always taking pictures with her phone. In the photograph Stiles and Derek are sagged out on the sofa, sitting shoulder to shoulder and both with their socked feet up on the coffee table. Stiles is throwing up a piece of popcorn and Derek is tracking it through the air with his eyes, his mouth already partially opened to catch it. In the corner of the photograph is Lydia, her bare feet wedged underneath Stiles' thigh. She is watching the tv outside of the frame, snuggled comfortably underneath Jackson's arm - the only part of him that is visible in this particular photo. Noah loves how relaxed they all are in the picture, the way you can see how close they all are.

Just one of the kids in that photo survived. The sofa is still here too, yet nobody sits on it anymore. Scott has urged Derek more than once to get rid of it, to get rid of the painful memories it contains. Derek refuses, a recurring point of strife between the two werewolves.

***

The sofa is a silent memorial to those who were lost, sitting smack dab in the middle of the Alpha's living room. Stiles was sitting there when he turned to dust, visiting Derek during his break from college. Derek had just gotten up to make them coffee when it happened, his claws raking through dusty flakes a moment later. Noah had covered the desperate claw marks with a throw spread that had been in Stiles' dorm room, something that Derek allowed only because it smelled like Stiles.

Maybe it isn't healthy for Derek to have such a monument in his living room, to hold on to the sliver of hope that they would return some day; to think that there would be a day that Stiles would sit there again, throwing up popcorn for Derek to catch. Maybe it is unfair of Noah to like that Derek keeps the sofa untouched and waiting. Maybe. But Noah will never be the one to take it away.

"That's good. She sounds nice," Allison says in her soft voice. "How's Derek? And Noah?"

Allison smiles at him from the screen, her cheeks dimpling in that familiar way he loves. It used to ache to see her, but not anymore. They are in a different place now, one where they can be friends and look back fondly upon the time they had together.

Scott tells her about the date he had with the girl he met at the speed dating event the week before. They'd gone out for coffee, to get to know each other. "I was the first werewolf she ever met, but she seems cool with it. I think I'm gonna see her again."

"The sheriff's been well. Still not thinking about retirement though." Scott grimaces a little. Noah isn't getting any younger, but he doesn't want to hear of stopping. "Derek is… well, Derek." He shrugs. "We've got most of the framework up for the new house. You can really start to see how it'll be when it's finished. You should visit us when the house is done, we'll have a housewarming party or something!"

“What?” Scott is a little confused. Just a moment ago Allison was talking about the representation of supernatural entities in the government of the European Union, and now he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “What are you on about, Ally?”

"You know what, I think I will!" Allison smiles jovially and continues by telling what she and her father have been up to in Europe. They have ties with what remains of The Avengers, the supernatural branch of it at least. Scott doesn't really know much about it. On the one hand Allison doesn't tell him much - or isn't allowed to tell. And on the other hand it's something that Scott doesn't want anything to do with. What happened in The Blip was horrible. He lost his mother, his best friend and many other friends and family members. But it also brought good things. He feels as if the world is closer knit together than before. He doesn't have to hide his supernatural side anymore. So he tries to look forward, to see the good things. There is nothing to be gained from getting stuck in the past.

“Things are happening, Scott. I can’t tell you about it, hell, I don’t even know much about it myself, but there is something!”

“Thanos! There might be a way to defeat Thanos!”

Scott frowns. “I thought he was gone? Like, gone off to some far away planet where nobody can find him?” It had taken him some time, but eventually he’d accepted that Thanos was in a whole other league than their usual monster of the week . There were other people to deal with him; real life superheroes, who had gadgets and weapons and who worked with the U.S. government. Sure, he wanted to kick Thanos’ ass just as much as every other human being on this planet. But he couldn’t, being a werewolf did not make him a match for the Titan, far from it. And besides, he wouldn’t even know where his ass was to begin to kick it.

“I’m telling you, Scott, there might be a way!”

***

It happened on a monday, May 21 in 2018. The date is engraved in Derek’s memory, like the day his family’s house burned down or the day Laura died. It’s the day he lost his family for the second time.

It happens on a normal weekday in October, 2023. Derek is sitting at his kitchen table, enjoying a cup of tea after dinner. He’s reading an old novel, one from the James Bond series that his father used to love. Derek has seen most of the movies, the newer ones at least, and he rather enjoys the novels too.

The sound from the street reaches him first. The building his loft is in used to be abandoned and run down, but it was the first project he undertook when his life settled somewhat. Now, all the apartments are lived in and the street sees some light traffic. It’s a quiet street, yet outside there’s the sound of screeching tires, followed by confused shouts. Derek rushes towards the window, looking down at the dark street. There’s a car shoved halfway up the sidewalk, the driver’s door open, with the driver shouting at a person who is standing in the middle of the street. The person, a man dressed in stained overalls, is looking around himself in a dazed way. He clearly doesn’t know what’s happening.

Derek is about to dismiss him as a drunk, when there’s a small noise behind him. Something like the wind blowing through the leaves, only there is no wind and there are no leaves.

“D… Derek?”

His heart falls through his stomach and his knees buckle in the same moment. Derek crashes to the floor, his eyes locked on the phantom vision in the middle of his living room. There, on the sofa, dressed in the grey University of Berkeley hoodie he was wearing when he disappeared, is Stiles.

The young man makes a noise of distress when Derek hits the floor and rushes over to him. The hands that grab his shoulders feel real, solid.

Change washes over him involuntarily, his fangs lengthening, his nails sharpening and his vision washing red. But the man at his side is not deterred. “Derek? What’s happening? Derek?”

He grabs the grey hoodie with both hands, his claws piercing the fabric. “You’re not real,” he wrings out of his closed up throat. “You, you can’t be.”

Yet everything is telling him the boy is real. His hands are firm and warm. His breath is coming rapidly, his heart beating even faster. The hands close around his wrists, holding them but not pulling them away. “Derek? What is this?”

The werewolf sags against the boy, burying his face against his chest. Stiles barely manages to stay upright, catching him in a tangle of limbs. “You’re here,” Derek says breathlessly, “you’re here, you’re here.”

“I am,” Stiles answers, voice wobbling slightly. He wraps his arms around Derek’s shoulders, holding him against him. “I’m here.”

Derek can’t say how long they are sitting there like that. At some point Stiles pokes and prods them into a different position, complaining about pins and needles in his leg, but they keep holding each other. He has his face buried in Stiles’ neck, breathing his scent in over and over, to keep reminding himself that apparently this is real. Stiles is really here.

When his phone rings in his pocket, he knows it’s Noah. It’s the only reason he picks up, the only reason he takes one hand off Stiles to take his phone out of his pocket.

“Derek?” The sheriff sounds like the way Derek feels. “Is he…?”

“Yes,” Derek croaks. “He is.”

“At the loft?”

“Yes.” It’s all Derek can get out.

“I’m coming.”

Derek puts the phone away. From this close, Stiles was able to hear the conversation even without werewolf hearing. He doesn’t need to repeat it for him. Couldn’t, even if he tried. He doesn’t have the voice for it.

Stiles doesn’t ask for it either. Doesn’t ask whether that was his father on the phone. He just lets Derek burrow back against him, keeping him as close as Derek does him.

“Huh,” Stiles says after a moment, his fingers scratching idly in the short hairs on Derek’s nape. “You put up curtains.”

Chapter 2

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toecrust69 · 1 year

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Imagine giving birth during infity war and the baby comes out right after the snap

I can imagine the doctor is like "omg! It's a-... dust?"

#the avengers #infinity war #the snap #thanos #fake scenarios #image #fanfiction #avengers incorrect scenarios #avengers incorrect quotes #fyp

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All This Time, Chapter 13 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Bucky’s successful treatment permits him to live in a Wakandan village for several months. Then King T’Challa arrives with his prosthetic arm and Bucky accepts the necessity of returning to war.

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Bucky, Shuri, Lacey, T’Challa, Steve

Warnings: Bucky and Lacey have a serious argument. Bucky feels increasingly anxious over a feeling of doom. Thanos.

Author notes: A significant part of this chapter summarizes events of The Avengers: Infinity War.

<<Chapter 12

🛖 🦾

Wakanda

He heard the giggling before he opened his eyes. It was bad enough they didn't respect the privacy of his home but to wake him up early as well on his rest day was irritating at best. He opened his eyes and they scattered, running out of his hut while calling him White Wolf. He sat up and heard Shuri's voice outside gently chastising the three boys. Quietly he rose from the bed and smoothed the red robe he was wearing before bending his head to exit the hut. He looked around and felt the peacefulness of the village before he approached Shuri. She greeted him cheerfully, calling him Sergeant Barnes. He insisted she call him Bucky and she bowed her head in acknowledgement. When she asked him how he was feeling he replied that he felt good, then he fixed his gaze intently on her.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," he said quietly.

She smiled then told him they still had much to learn. He gazed at the serenity of the lake near his hut for a moment then turned away from it and followed her. In the five and a half months he had been there he had worked as a goat farmer, learned to make goat cheese, had helped with the harvesting of crops, all while still having sessions with Shuri on modern history and technology. In many ways it had been a surreal existence, balancing the old ways of living with the realities of modern society. But it had been peaceful and calm. The villagers accepted him and every once in a while he would play with the children, especially when they brought a soccer ball out, as he didn't need both of his arms for that. They went to a modern structure in the heart of the village where a computer terminal was set up. Bucky sat before it, with Shuri at his side.

"Before we start I have a question," he said calmly. "How exactly did you undo the HYDRA programming? Unlike the other treatments I have no memories of you trying anything. Which means either you took a big chance and did it in one try or you tried it on someone else first. Which was it?"

"Neither, really, Sergeant Barnes," replied the young woman. "If you must know I recreated your brain in a digital format. I copied every aspect of it and created a holographic version of it. Then I created an algorithm to feed into your recreated brain that would remove the trigger words and render them incapable of affecting you. I would enter the calculations and then enter the trigger words and see what the digital copy of your brain did in response. I wanted to remove the effect of the words but not remove the core of your own personality, the good man that was still in you, the protector."

"How many times did you have to adjust the algorithm to achieve success?" he asked. "As brilliant as you are I can't believe it worked the first time."

"It didn't," she admitted. "It took many tries." She hesitated for a moment wondering if she should tell him then remembered her promise to be truthful to him. "There were 387 attempts over the 4 months, 2 weeks and 6 days you stayed in full cryostasis. We were close several times and almost decided to apply the algorithm to your brain but not all problems were evident at first. Some problems took days to become known and we had to start from the beginning again."

"So the final treatment on me, on my brain, was a one shot attempt," he stated. "Even though you tested it on the holographic version of my brain you didn't really know for sure it would work on the real brain, the physical one."

He looked steadily at her, with no judgement or emotion evident on his handsome face. "I wouldn't have tried it if I wasn't 100% sure it would work," she replied confidently. "There were no short cuts taken, no long shot theories; everything was tested and retested multiple times before we were confident that it would work. May I ask why you are asking this now, and not five and a half months ago when you came out of cryostasis for the last time?"

"I didn't think of it then," smiled Bucky. "But here, in this village, I have more time and inclination to think and reflect. Remembering what I do of the scientific process it struck me that you needed a way to test your treatment without the possibility of damaging this broken white boy any further."

Shuri grimaced and coloured slightly. "I apologize for using that term," she said. "It was flippantly said as I was attempting to save the life of another American when you were here."

"But I was a broken white boy," insisted Bucky. "Did you know Lacey's first book was called Confessions of a Broken White Girl? It seemed fitting that you thought I was broken. I felt like Humpty Dumpty when I first came here, unsure if all the King's horses and all the King's men could ever put me back together again."

"It was a challenge," stated Shuri. "Never had I or any of our scientists faced such a task before. Which made it all the more imperative that we get it right. The stakes of your recovery are high, Sergeant Barnes."

"How so?" he asked, puzzled.

"What do you know of child soldiers?" she asked. "You may have come across the term in your studies."

"Children kidnapped, drugged and forced to be foot soldiers in a conflict," he replied. "You mean they are brainwashed?"

"Not in the same way as you but yes," she said. "Treated with violence and cruelty then injected with all manner of drugs they learn only to kill and abuse others. For many, when they are finally rescued they remember nothing else and struggle to return to a normal life, even if they are reunited with family. It was hoped that what we developed to treat you could be used to treat them; to remove the violent memories and restore the good memories they had before they were kidnapped. So far, the results have been promising."

Bucky let out a long slow breath and looked at Shuri. "So what you are learning about me is helping children?" he asked.

"Most definitely," she said firmly. "Is there anything else you would like to ask me or discuss?"

"What about the nightmares?" he asked. "I still have them."

"Yes, I know," she replied sadly. "Unfortunately there was little we could do to mitigate all of them. They originate mostly in the amygdala and are connected to PTSD, which you do suffer from. I personally suspect it is your own conscience that generates the nightmares as you still haven't forgiven yourself for what the Winter Soldier did. Even though Bucky Barnes was helpless to stop the soldier you still feel guilt for his actions."

He looked away for a moment considering her words then nodded and turned to the computer. "What am I learning about today?" he asked.

"American history, from 2000 to the present year," she said. "Shall we begin?"

She sat with him directing him to online resources on 21st century history. As he looked at the various entries he remembered some of them from the perspective of the Winter Soldier, for he had been the Fist of HYDRA, shaping history to their benefit. It distressed him at times, especially when there was a loss of life involved but before he could return to normal life he needed to know what had happened in the world. After several hours of it Shuri touched his arm.

"I think that is enough for today, Sergeant Barnes," she said. "Perhaps it is time for you to do something more enjoyable, like call Miss Williams and your son. It has been several days since you last spoke with them. Is everything alright?"

"Yes ... and no," he said, frowning slightly. "I've had an increasing fear that we will never be able to see each other. We both talk about it when we are together and look forward to it but there is a sense of inevitability that seems to foreshadow that it will never come to pass. It troubles me and I'm having a hard time keeping positive on the calls."

"How long have you felt this way?" asked Shuri, concerned.

"I first noticed it a couple of weeks ago and it keeps getting stronger and stronger," he answered. "You don't think the treatment has stopped working, do you? I'm not regressing?"

"I don't think so," she said. "Are your nightmares related to it?"

"They're my usual HYDRA nightmares," he replied. "Nothing out of the ordinary. When I'm working here I don't feel it. It's usually when I talk to Lacey."

"Would you object to me observing a video call with Miss Williams?" asked Shuri. "I will have a kimoyo bead monitoring your brain activity to see if it shows up."

He nodded his assent and they went back to his hut to retrieve the tablet. He sat on the bench outside and Shuri activated one of her kimoyo beads to monitor Bucky while he made the call. Lacey answered quickly and she smiled.

"Hi, Bucky," she said warmly. "It's been a few days. Everything okay?"

"Just been really busy," he replied. "I have a few new baby goats that are taking up my time. I've been studying more with Shuri. How are you and Tommy?"

She called to Tommy and while she waited she smiled. "Really good," she said. "I've started on my third book ... the writing part finally."

Tommy's face appeared in the screen. "Hi Dad!" he said. "Guess what? I lifted a straw bale today."

"The whole bale?" asked Bucky.

"No, just one end of it," explained Lacey. "Only about six inches and he put it down right away. Clint got straw bales in today and Tommy thought he would help. As soon as Clint saw him he told him to drop it."

Bucky shifted, unsettled by this development. "Tommy, have you been lifting other heavy things?" he asked, frowning slightly.

He looked at his mother and she tilted her head. "Yeah," admitted the boy. "I picked a dead tree up and I rolled some big rocks."

"That's too dangerous," replied Bucky. "Lacey, you need to watch him better."

"Excuse me?" asked Lacey. "I'm watching him all the time but he's almost three and there are times when I have to do other things. He hasn't tried to do anything overtly dangerous."

Bucky gave out a sharp breath. "All it takes is one slip and he could be trapped," snapped Bucky. "Then who would get him out of trouble? You?"

"Yeah, me," replied Lacey, her voice rising. "I'm the parent who's raising him! My whole life is watching over him, keeping him safe. You're sitting in the cheap seats and telling me how to raise my son?"

Bucky was stunned and his face became red. "You're right," he said angrily. "I'm not there. I'm aware of that every moment that I'm here and you're there. It eats me up inside that I haven't been there for you and Tommy. All I've been is the sperm donor and that doesn't give me much right to criticize does it? I'll make it easy for you. You won't have to put up with me interfering any more. Goodbye."

He broke the connection, dropped the tablet, looked at Shuri then ran. "Sergeant Barnes ... Bucky," she called but he was already gone into the distance.

Sitting back Shuri looked at her kimoyo bead that had been monitoring Bucky's functions. There was something going on and it had affected him emotionally to the point where he turned away from Lacey and Tommy. She brought up Lacey on her communication bead and saw she was crying.

"Shuri, what's wrong with Bucky?" asked Lacey. "We just had a fight over the video call and I think he just broke up with me."

"I was here, monitoring him," admitted Shuri. "He told me he has been troubled by fears that your relationship will never go past these video calls. After the call he ran away. Whatever it is, it's real and it has affected him emotionally."

"It's not a failure of the treatment, is it?" she asked.

"No, there was no indication of that," replied Shuri. "Let me do some more investigating on this end and I will contact you when I find out something. It will be okay."

Shuri ended the call and then brought up monitoring software asking it where Sergeant Barnes was. It reported that he was approximately five miles away and was stationary at the moment. She debated about whether to take a flyer to him or to wait and chose to wait, spending the time analyzing the readings she had taken. An hour later she saw him approaching from a pathway and stood up. He hesitated briefly then kept walking towards her.

"I thought you would be gone," he said quietly. "I messed that up, didn't I?"

"She was crying when I spoke to her after," said Shuri. "Was it your intention to end the relationship?"

"No, but she's probably better off without me," he answered. "What good have I been if I can't be with her?"

"You believe that, don't you?" asked Shuri. "You truly believe that you will never see her in person again. Never know your son or be there for him." She looked intently at him then brought up the data of his video call. "This fear that you feel is coming from the same place as your nightmares but it is deeper than I believed. It's almost as if you are reacting to stimuli that isn't there, at least not there in a measurable sense."

"So, I'm imagining it," he stated.

"No, I don't think you are," replied Shuri. "Your senses were greatly increased by the super soldier treatment that you underwent. Not just the physical senses but your intuitive ones as well. They are so sensitive that they register that something will happen well before it does. I think you're experiencing premonitions of a coming event but just the feeling of it, not the event itself."

"Something that will keep me from Lacey and Tommy?" he asked. "Only death will do that. Do you think I've been experiencing premonitions of my death, my actual death?"

Shuri took a deep breath and spread her hands in surrender. "I don't know," she replied. "Perhaps if you think on it with this perspective you may find some answers. Whatever it is, it has caused you to fear it."

She took her leave of him and he watched her walk away for some time before he picked up the tablet and entered his hut. He considered calling Lacey back but decided against it, wanting to wrestle with and control the fear first. The following day Lacey called him. After the third pulse of the incoming video call he answered it and felt ashamed when he saw the misery on her face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"What's going on?" she asked. "Something has you on edge. That wasn't you that was speaking to me that way."

"I've been experiencing an impending sense of doom," said Bucky. "I don't know how else to explain it. Shuri thinks my intuitive senses are on high alert from something that hasn't happened yet. Whatever it is it's made me afraid, mostly that I'll never be with you and Tommy."

"Can it be treated? I still believe we'll be together someday, for what it's worth."

He smiled slightly. "It's something I have to work out on my own," he replied. "It means a lot that you still want me, especially after what I said yesterday. Don't give up on me, please."

"Never," said Lacey. "You're stuck with me. I love you, Bucky."

"I love you, too," he smiled. "Give Tommy a hug for me. Tell him I love him."

"I will," said Lacey.

They spoke of other things for several more minutes then ended the conversation. Bucky slept better that night and on the following morning he got up with a purpose. There were bags of animal feed that were arriving at the goat paddock. He would load them onto the cart for transport to the village. He put his singlet on, then one of his work shirts, buttoning it up with his right hand. Pulling on his work pants he tucked his shirt in then zipped his pants up. Then he covered his shoulder unit up with the shawl. He ate some breakfast then made the mile walk to the paddock. A couple of the village boys were already there and as he began loading the feed onto the cart they asked him questions. He answered them as best he could while he tossed the bags into the cart with his one arm.

"Ukumkani," said one of them, jumping down from the tree where he had been perched.

Bucky looked in the direction the boy pointed and saw King T'Challa, General Okoye and two of the King's Guard, one of them carrying a case. He watched as they approached him and the man with the case put it on top of the feed bags on the cart, opened it and stepped back. Bucky approached it and saw a prosthetic arm, gunmetal black with a gold design on it. T'Challa watched, his demeanour apologetic and Bucky knew that he was being asked to defend Wakanda. When he asked where the fight was the King said it was on it's way. Bucky nodded and pulled the shawl off exposing the shoulder insert. T'Challa picked up the arm, approached him, and Bucky watched as the socket portion of the insert opened in readiness for the attachment of the arm. It clasped on firmly and instantly he could feel it's presence. Looking at the hand he flexed it open then closed it into a fist. He looked at the King impassively.

"Let's go," he said and began walking away from the paddock.

"Is there anything you need from your hut?" asked T'Challa.

At first he was going to say no then he hesitated. "My tablet," he replied. "My clothes, although they aren't suitable for fighting."

"We have a uniform for you," said T'Challa. "Something to honour your past." Bucky gave him a look of alarm. "Your good past."

After picking up Bucky's things he accompanied T'Challa and Okoye back to the capital. On the way T'Challa told him what he knew.

"An extraterrestrial attacked New York," he said. "Iron Man and a sorcerer with an infinity stone were taken into space and haven't been heard from since. Shortly after another extraterrestrial attacked a being called Vision, who carries the Mind Stone. He was injured but was rescued by your friends Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff. They are on their way here for Shuri to find a way to remove and destroy the Mind Stone so that it cannot be used by the being who wishes to have its power, Thanos. We expect him to attack us to prevent the Mind Stone from being destroyed."

Bucky smirked. "End of the world stuff," he said. "At least it's a fight worth fighting."

"That's the spirit," said T'Challa. "Thank you for answering the call."

"If we don't succeed?" asked Bucky.

"Thanos will kill half of all beings in existence according to someone who had an encounter with him in space," said T'Challa, looking grimly at him. "High stakes."

They arrived at the palace and Bucky was shown to his previous quarters where a uniform was laid on the bed. It was modern but he saw it had the colours of his Howling Commandos sniper uniform, a navy jacket with the left arm cut out, black pants and boots. As he took his work clothes off and began to dress in the uniform he realized he was using the prosthetic arm without even thinking of it. He looked at it again and the part of him that was interested in technology was impressed. It was much lighter than the HYDRA arm and although it was distinctive in appearance he found himself liking it much more than he expected. A knock on the door drew his attention and he opened it to Ayo.

"Sergeant Barnes," she said crisply. "Our visitors have just landed."

He followed her outside to where T'Challa was greeting Steve and several others. The blond woman who he recognized as Natasha had just asked how they were looking. The young King was describing his force then glanced back to see Bucky coming and gestured towards him. He smiled broadly at Steve, truly happy to see him and they hugged each other. While Steve, Bruce, Wanda, Natasha, and T'Challa went to the medical centre to find out what Shuri could do with Vision, Bucky stayed outside with the others. He nodded at Sam, who nodded back then a man in a metal flying suit looked at him.

"Colonel James Rhodes," he said. "Also known as War Machine."

"Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes," replied Bucky. "Call me Bucky. You were on the other side in Leipzig."

"Well, time has a way of changing a man's mind," said Rhodes. "You're no longer the Winter Soldier?"

"No, I'll never kill another human," said Bucky. "These guys that are coming? I won't hesitate."

"Glad to hear it," said Rhodes.

Sam pointed up to the sky and they watched a series of glowing lights approach. He signalled to Steve that something was coming. The glowing light hit the protective shield over the city and exploded, preventing whatever it was from landing. They watched as many more spacecraft burned through the atmosphere to land outside the dome protecting the city. Within minutes they were on their way to the edge of the dome where thousands of Wakandan warriors had already assembled. As their group joined them Bucky watched as T'Challa, Steve, and Natasha approached two aliens standing outside the crackling protective shield. They saw one of the aliens give a signal and the spacecraft expanded. When Steve returned to his side Bucky asked if the other side had surrendered. Steve replied cryptically but Bucky got the gist of it.

Thousands of creatures jumped from the spacecraft and ran towards the shield. No one had ever seen their like before and they watched with uneasy fascination as the creatures threw themselves at the shield. Many of the monstrous beings died trying to get through the shield before several were successful. The successful multi-armed creatures with mouths of jagged teeth roared their pleasure at breaking through and began charging the assembled forces. Bucky took short bursts with his machine gun before grimacing and opening fire completely. It was noticed that more creatures were circling around the perimeter and T'Challa made the decision to open the barrier to keep them from getting to where Vision was being treated. As the creatures poured in everyone was surrounded by the nightmare beings, fighting desperately to keep from being overrun. Bucky's machine gun was knocked from his hands just as he was knocked to the ground. Grabbing a knife from his thigh sheath he stabbed the creature sending it flying backwards. Everyone was swarmed by the terrifying beings, overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. Suddenly a beam of energy broke from the sky sending the creatures tumbling away. An axe trailing lightning broke from the beam and sliced through the creatures freeing many of the Wakandan force. When the energy beam cleared the axe returned to the hand of Thor who was accompanied by a walking raccoon and a walking tree creature.

The god roared for Thanos and ran towards the opening in the dome, levitating up into the air and gathering the power of lightning in his axe before redirecting it down into the ground, destroying hundreds of the alien beings in an instant. Still, they kept coming through the hole in the barrier. The raccoon creature yelled as he fired his weapon at them. His roars attracted Bucky's attention as he noticed several of the larger creatures bearing down on the much smaller raccoon. Picking him up by the collar he turned in a circle, firing his weapon as the raccoon fired his. When they had both killed their fill Bucky dropped him and the raccoon looked up at him, asking how much the gun was but Bucky replied it wasn't for sale. Then he asked about the arm and Bucky stared him down before moving on.

From outside the dome another disturbance was tearing through the forest beyond. Great wheeled machines dove into the ground, undercutting the dome and entering inside. So devastating were they that the only one who could handle them was Wanda who had left the medical centre to join the fight. Once she was there an attack was made on Vision inside the medical centre and he came out fighting as best he could. For a few moments everyone thought they had a chance then Cap called everyone to his position as they all noticed a change in the wind. Bucky, who was far out on the field began running towards the trees and fired his weapon at a giant of a man who must have been Thanos. He just pushed Bucky aside as if he was nothing. He watched painfully from the ground as everyone tried to stop Thanos and failed. When Thanos plucked the Mind Stone from Vision's head and felt its power rush through him Bucky tried once more to get up but he couldn't. Thor's axe suddenly came through the air and pierced Thanos' heart but it didn't stop him from snapping his fingers before disappearing into a portal. Only then could Bucky rise, along with the others. He felt strange and called out to Steve before seeing his prosthetic arm turn to dust, the processing moving up towards the rest of his body. His last thought was "It's happening," then he was no more.

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