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deliciousangelfestival · 3 years

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Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her.

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again.

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm.

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son.

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son.

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court.

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife.

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents.

Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks.

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them.

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention.

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance.

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone.

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink.

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.”

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised.

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman.

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant.

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner.

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.”

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again.

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat.

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.” Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast.

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him.

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him.

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them.

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away.

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow.

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died.

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching.

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it.

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives.

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival.

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow.

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade.

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder.

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep.

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground.

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him.

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was.

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them.

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger.

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve.

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.”

“Yeah, she is.” Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’.

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow.

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Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won.

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic.

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily.

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant.

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife.

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat.

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside.

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight.

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win.

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him.

He fell in love at the first sight.

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes.

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now.

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured.

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.”

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.”

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Bring Him Light - x (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The truth finally comes out.

Warnings: brief mention of sex, mentions of death, really shitty writing tbh, dialogue driven. (NOTE: when concerning the flashbacks, he’s actually explaining to the reader what happened)

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: Feel free to send me any questions because I know this is a really crappy chapter. (of course, I’m not going to reveal the rest of the plot)

<- Last Part -=+=- Next Part ->

You could still taste the salt from the sea on your lips. The memories of what happened aboard that ship still fresh like a wound that you’d carry forever. You stared at your hands that were conjoined with your husband’s. The wedding bands glistened in the dimmed room.

“Will you believe me if I told you everything?” Steven asked. His thumb drew soothing circles on the back of your hand. His grip tight as if he were afraid you’d disappear again.

“Everyone’s lied to me.” You whispered. You looked towards Wanda’s body, still covered with the bloodstained tarp. “What would make you any different?”

“This is the truth,” he promised. “The complete truth.”

When Steven was young, his mother doted on him because he was a sickly child. He grew up to have her compassion, optimism, and idealism. He was sixteen when his father unexpectedly died, and he was hailed King of Brooken. He wanted to carry his mother’s ideals into a new age for Brooken, but he underestimated what it meant to have a crown on his head.

The sacrifices he’d have to make, the betrayals he’d have to face, the blood he’d have to spill. He’s told more lies that he could count – all in the name of protecting his reputation and his power. A cruel king is respected after all. The lies were like storm clouds that poured hard. He drowned in them and got lost in the darkness those clouds brought. The lies burdened him more than anyone would ever know.

You squeezed hand, breaking him away from his thoughts. “Steve?” Your tone was soft, coaxing him back into reality. He welcomed the calm you brought. It eased the storm inside of him. You were ready for the truth – perhaps, you’ve always been ready. “Unburden yourself, my love.”

“I don’t know where to start.” He said, honestly. It was true. There was so much to the story. He wasn’t quite sure where it began.

“Start with Margaret, perhaps?” You suggested.

“I was young,” he began. “Twenty-one years old. Five years on the throne. They told me I needed a wife.”

“They?”

“Pierce and the old council.” He answered. “Brock’s father had just died, so he took the vacant seat. At first, I thought having my cousin on the council would alleviate the tension. The lords on the council were nearly twice my age, if not more. They saw things differently than I did. They wanted different things. Sometimes I felt as if I were their puppet. I was young when I took the throne. Sixteen. I didn’t know what to expect, so I leaned on their counsel. I depended on them,” he scoffed, remembering his earlier years on the throne. “They told me I needed to continue the line succession. Thanos was beginning to make a name for himself by this time. He had lovers and spawned two daughters. His line was growing, and the Rogers’s wasn’t. So, I asked them to find me a match. Pierce brought in Lady Margaret of House Carter. I was smitten when I first laid eyes on her.”

Steven sat tall upon his throne. The room was empty. Brooken had a tradition that detailed that those in royal betrothals must meet for the first time in private. He was giddy with excitement. Lady Margaret’s portraits were presented to him a month ago. She was easily one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever seen. Lord Pierce made the arrangements and they were to marry within a week. “House Carter is a respected house in the Old World,” Pierce advertised.

The doors opened wide and a young woman walked through. Her hair was dark as night. Her lips painted a bright red. She smiled at him and bowed. “Your grace,” she greeted. “I am humbled to make your acquaintance and, of course, honored to be your betrothed.”

“I didn’t know her, truly. I didn’t realize how manipulative she was from the beginning. She charmed and enchanted me to do her bidding. We were married for nearly a decade. No children. She didn’t want children. I didn’t want to lose her, so I agreed.

“She had many faces. A face she’d show the people that made them love her. A face she showed me that hypnotized me. And the face she’d show my allies, which were her foes. She fought with James incessantly – even tried to make me banish him. I refused. He was my oldest friend. I promised the moment I took the throne, my riches, my blessings were his to share. She was trying to isolate me. She banished my allies from court. James warned me she was a devil. I refused to listen. I thought her a gift from the gods themselves. Until I caught her poisoning my mother.”

“What?” You gasped.

Steven nodded. The haunting memory pained him still.

He woke up alone after a long night of making love to his queen. It was early in the morning; the sun had barely risen. Orange streaks painted the sky. He searched for Margaret, wanting to jest her for allowing him to wake up alone. He found her whispering to his sick, elderly mother who was bedridden due to a broke hip.

“You won’t get away with it. My son will find out,” his mother croaked.

“Not from you,” Margaret gave her a wicked smile as she slathered arsenic-riddled paint on his mother’s toast. The thick substance looked like jam, but Steve knew better. She force-fed the queen mother the poisoned bread.

“What are you doing!” Steve boomed into the room, pushing his wife aside as his mother choked. “Guards! Get a physician!”

“She died later that evening.” Steven shook his head. It was your turn to console him. You released one of your hands from his grip and rubbed his arm. He took a shaky breath. “I stabbed Margaret in the heart in front of Rumlow, Pierce, James, and Sam’s father. I didn’t know, yet, that her betrayals were much deeper than the murdering my mother.”

“Enter Sharon?” You asked.

“I was widowed for a year. Pierce brought her in. The younger cousin of Margaret.” He continued. “Married two days after her arrival in Brooken.” He chuckled humorlessly at his naivete. “I should’ve never marry a stranger.”

“We married in two weeks.” You noted. “We were practically strangers, too.”

Steven shook his head in disagreement. He didn’t feel that way. In the two weeks he grew to know you, he learned the innerworkings of your mind, your soul. He knew he was in love with you, truly, even before he wrapped the cloak around your shoulders during the wedding ceremony.

“We weren’t strangers.” He said. “Far from it. Sharon was distant. Defiant. We never consummated our marriage, not that anyone would know. She refused to sleep in my chambers, refused to be held, or anything, really. It felt as if I had married a ghost that everyone could see. I couldn’t touch her, but she still haunted these halls.”

“You beheaded her.” You said. Steven bit his lip as he nodded. “Pierce said you beheaded her out of spite.”

Steven cocked his head to the side, brows raising, as if he entertained the idea. “Well, she was spiteful.”

“The men in the prisons… They preferred her over you and you imprisoned them, correct?”

Steven sighed. He was disappointed that you were so quick to believe rumors and lies about him, but he blamed himself for not being completely honest from the start. “Sharon plotted a coup on behalf of the Mad King.”

“How can you be certain?” You asked.

“She admitted it when she was caught.”

Steven stared down at the blonde. Her eyes wide as he finished reading her encrypted letter. “You’re not subtle. You’re not discreet.” He spat at her, crumpling the paper and throwing it at her feet. “You work for the Mad King. You’re here to topple me. Rip the crown from my head and give it to him. The game’s over, Sharon. You’ve lost. Your followers all caught and imprisoned. I will get a confession and you will die for treason.”

She recomposed herself, rolling back her shoulders with confidence. “You think you can just kill off another queen? What will people think of you, Steven.”

“I am pulling the weeds from my kingdom.” He snapped. “You Carters are all the same. Traitors. Liars.”

“Margaret was good.” Sharon complimented. “She had you wrapped around her finger for a decade. If she hadn’t been caught killing your mother, then she would’ve convinced you to ally yourself with Thanos.” She turned her head to the side and gave him a smirk. “Then, she would’ve killed you along with your mother. Such a shame, she was caught.”

“You admit. You’re a traitor.”

“Of course, I admit it. But mind you, your grace, your enemies are all over Brooken. You cut me down today, someone else will cut you down tomorrow.”

“I beheaded her for treason.”

“You didn’t tell people that your queens were committed treason. You allowed rumors to spread about your cruelty to your wives.” You frowned.

“As I told you before, a cruel king is respected.” Steven muttered. “But I never wanted you to be afraid of me.”

“Isn’t it odd?” You asked. “Both queens chosen by Pierce were traitors.”

Steven nodded. “They pushed me to get married once more, but I told them, this time I’ll choose my bride.”

“Me.”

“It’s three years after the War between the North. Tony and I were close before. I fought alongside your father when York was invaded ages ago.”

“You fought over a disagreement over land.”

“More than land. He wanted James dead. James’s father killed your grandfather. Since James’s father had died long before, your father asked for my friend’s head. I refused. So, a war erupted.”

“You traded blows with my father on the battlefield.” You recalled. You remembered your mother’s cries and pleads with the gods, asking for them to protect your father’s life. “He returned to my mother bloodied. You cut through his armor. But you looked him in the eyes and called the war off.”

“No one won.”

“No one.” You agreed. “Three years later, you ask my father for a wife.”

“I needed a wife I could trust. Although we had our differences, I trust your father with my life. I know Tony’s blood. I know how you would’ve been raised to be loyal. You took after your father and your mother.” Steven explained. “I didn’t trust Pierce to find me a wife that could slit my throat in the night.”

“You trust me?” You asked.

“The moment I stared into your eyes and saw fear… I knew you knew the rumors. I knew you thought of me as cruel – our first encounter made that clear.” He smiled at you softly. His fingers lightly traced the scars of your wrist. He brought your wrist to his lips and pressed a light kiss onto the skin. “But, truthfully, my trust in you waned when I saw you with Brock and Pierce leaving the dungeon. I began to think you were conspiring with them.”

“I – I – I wasn’t.”

“I know that now.” He said. “I realized you were afraid of disappointing me because you didn’t … you weren’t –“

“Pregnant.” Your voice wavered, immediately brought back to the painful memory of losing your baby alone on the boat. “I should’ve told you I was, though. But I was afraid. I thought you were going to kill me. You struck me.”

“I’m terribly sorry.” Steven shook his head. No amount of apologizes could ever make up to the faded scar on your cheek.

“I was afraid for my life and the child’s. They manipulated me because of my fears. They prayed upon it and convinced me to trust them. And I did. In turn, I – I lost my best friend and my baby.”

Steve pulled you to him. Your head rested in the junction between his neck and shoulder as you cried softly into him. He rubbed your arm, comfortingly.

“They tried to turn you against me.” Steven whispered. “They tried to weaken me by trying to kill you on that boat. I thank the gods that you’re safe now.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.” You muttered.

Steven nodded and kissed the top of your head. His arm around you tightened a bit. “You should sleep. Get some rest. You need it after what you’ve endured.”

You agreed. Steven untangled himself from you before he leaned down to press a kiss to the scar on your cheek and a kiss on your lips. He began to walk away when you felt panic begin to settle. Your hand shot out and grabbed onto his arm, preventing him from taking another step.

“Please stay.” You begged. “I… I don’t want to be alone.”

He gave you a soft smile and nodded. You scooted over the cot to make room for your husband. The positioning was a bit awkward considering his massive build, but you immediately felt safer once his arms wrapped around you once again.

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You woke up alone in Steven’s bedchamber. The sun had already set, the full moon up in the sky. The pain had subsided after nearly a day of rest. The truth settling in inside your mind.

At least now you knew everything.

The doors opened suddenly to reveal your husband. He smiled at you as you sat up on the bed. “You’re awake.”

“You left me alone.”

Steven’s smile faltered. He couldn’t register if there was sadness in your voice or not as he walked over. “I – I hadn’t meant to upset you.”

You shook your head. “I understand. You’re a king. Your duty is to the people, not to me.”

“I am your husband, first.” Steve argued. “My duty will always be to you, my love.” He took your hand in his and helped you off the bed. “Come. There’s something I must show you.”

He led you to the balcony doors, opening it and allowing the air rush into the room. You breathed it in. The mixed scents from the gardens below overtook your senses, washing out the pained sea salt smell that still haunted you.

Steven guided you out onto the terrace and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in front of him. You gasped as you looked up to the sky. Along with the bright moon and the stars were lanterns that floated into the air and painted the dark sky.

“For years, I stumbled alone in the darkness. Feigned love with false queens who sought to destroy me. And here you are. The true gift the gods bestowed upon me. I truly believe you were crafted to be my soulmate, (Y/N).” He murmured in your ear. “I wish I could take away the pain you’ve endured, but I cannot. I can only tell you whatever comes next, we will face it together as husband and wife.” Tears swelled in your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks as you stared up into the bright sky. “I love you, my light, my love.”

You smiled and turned to him, cupping his bearded cheeks in your hands. “I love you, Steve.”

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delicatelyherdreams · 4 years

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Pragma(tic) 7: Her Thoughts Conflict

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 5913

Warnings: Language, sexual themes, implied sex

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Previous 6: He Never Listens

As soon as James—no, Bucky—crossed through the barrier, you were spinning around on your heel and running back down the river. Your heart was racing, your palms were sweating, and your thoughts were running. What was he doing out?

Your legs could not carry you fast enough towards the Cocytus. You had to find him. Why was he here now? Couldn’t he see that you were busy and didn’t have time for his shit and shenanigans? What the hell did he want now?

He hadn’t moved from his spot on the river bank. His signature smirk warped his lips, his deep eyes staring at you with a famished lust as you approached.

You couldn’t believe him and his lack of shame. He knew better than to look at you like that in public, even if the entirety of the Underworld was your private domain. Your blood boiled with every step you took, ready to rip him a new one. You marched right up to him, ready to yell at him, and called, “Brock—” But you didn’t get very far in your scolding.

His hands were on your hips faster than you knew and his lips were on yours in a feverish intensity. You could feel the need rolling off him and it made your stomach do flips. You felt your legs weaken at the familiar feeling of his kiss, the need you felt matching his. You whimpered into the kiss, the sound pathetic in the back of your throat. It was embarrassing really, just how fast a simple river naiad could turn you, the Queen of the Underworld, into a pile of mush.

You wound your arms up around his neck, leaning against him with a sigh as he kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands found the hem of your shirt and lifted it up ever so slightly so that his skin could touch yours. His fingers were warm, but they sent shivers down your spine.

He pushed you back so you were taking small, unsteady steps. His hands were pressed against the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body.

You didn’t want to do this here—not out in the open where unwanted ears could hear and eyes could see. Moving your arms away from his neck and bringing them under his arms to clutch his shoulder blades, you lurched back, calling on the shadows around you to bend space, and suddenly you were in your mansion, in your bedroom with which he was all too familiar with.

He knew exactly where to lead you so your back would hit the wall, giving him something to prop you against as he took his hands from your back and slid them behind your thighs, lifting you up so you were seated on his hips. One hand made its way to your back once again while the other cradled the back of your neck and tangled its fingers in the hair at the base of your head. He tugged gently, drawing a moan from you. With your mouth open, he took advantage of the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth.

You would never get used to the feeling of having him try to dominate you like this. As queen, very few people defied you, much less try to take over, but Brock Rumlow—that damned naiad—always managed to do it. And you, for once, were powerless to stop him.

You inhaled sharply and squeezed your hands into fists. The smell of him was enticing, the sensation euphoric, and the feeling familiar. You let him explore you for the millionth time, opting to just revel in the moment.

His tongue took over, running over every inch it could. When he finally had his fill of your mouth, he pulled away and migrated to your jaw, placing hungry kisses on the skin and making his way down to your neck.

You groaned as you lifted your head and dug your nails into the skin on his back. “Brock…”

He pulled away just enough to murmur, “Shhh,” his husky voice breaking the silence of the room. “Shhh, don’t say a word.” Placing his lips back on your skin, he sucked at your neck, undoubtedly trying to leave his mark on you.

“Brock,” you tried again, pulling your hands from his back to place them against his chest. “Stop.” You opened your eyes to see the world coated in red—though whether the color change was from the annoyance that was building up in your throat or your own need that had made its home in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t sure.

He didn’t stop, continuing to kiss you in ways that would normally have you begging for more.

But you weren’t really in the mood for it tonight. You pushed him back, tearing his mouth from your neck and setting him at a distance where you could see his face.

He whined at the lack of contact, his pupils blown wide with need. “(y/n)...”

“Don’t,” you snapped, the red only intensifying in your sight. “I’m mad at you right now.”

“Oh, come on, Precious,” he cooed, his lips turning down in a pout. “Don’t be like that.”

“No, I will be like that.” You pushed him again, making him put you down and take a step back. He was taller than you—though not quite as tall as Bucky, you noticed—and so you glowered up at him. “You disappear for almost a year without warning or notice, and then you come back like nothing’s happened?” You jabbed your finger into his chest. “And then you just expect me to welcome you back with open arms? Nuh-uh. I want an explanation. Where were you? Why didn’t you answer any of my calls? Why did you choose right now to come back?”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ghosted you like that. But you were getting busy and didn’t have any time for me and I needed a small break, (y/n). I’m sorry I went away so suddenly, but I’m back now, okay?”

“No, not okay.” You crossed your arms in a pout. “I was lonely without you. I kept waiting for you to come back; I started to doubt that you ever would. That was really mean.”

The corner of his lips turned up in a soft smirk. “I’m sorry. Is there any way I could make it up to you, my queen?”

My queen.

Gods, when he said it like that it did things to you.

You felt your cheeks redden as the rouge in your vision only intensified. “You could kiss me like you missed me.”

He laughed. “Gladly.”

———

Brock Rumlow: the naiad of the Cocytus and your long-time… Well, if you were honest, you weren’t entirely sure what he was to you. Your relationship was what the mortals would call “complicated.”

You’d met shortly after you’d assumed control of the Underworld. As the spirit of one of the rivers, you made it your business to get to know him. He was charming, as always, and well-spoken. He knew the words to make your legs feel like jelly and he knew how to make you feel like the queen you were getting used to being. He was, without a doubt, one of your most loyal subjects.

There’d always been an underlying tone of sexual tension between the two of you. He was attractive and made you feel powerful or cared for depending on what you needed, and after about a thousand years the two of you pursued a “relationship” of sorts.

But it wasn’t really a relationship. You two would have “dinner dates” which would eventually lead to sleeping together, hangouts which would lead to sleeping together, or even just flat out sleeping together. He always managed to find a way into your bed but then he’d always disappear the next day. It wasn't real love.

You weren’t sure why you let him toy with your emotions the way he did—maybe it was because he was the only thing you’d known for centuries, maybe it was because he was familiar, maybe it was because you were lonely—but whatever the reason, you let him stay.

Even now, with his head pressed against your bare chest and your fingers tangled in his short, rough, nearly black hair, with nothing but a thin sheet shielding you from the rest of the world, you knew he was just going to leave you as soon as he woke up. Who knew how long he’d stick around this time.

You wished he’d stay for forever, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Brock didn’t do commitment (he’d made that clear when you’d mentioned to him in passing potentially making him king of the Underworld), and you didn’t have the heart to make him. So, as much as it pained you, you took what little affection and love you could get from him and did your best to reciprocate.

You looked down your nose at his head which rose and fell with your breathing and tugged gently at his hair.

He groaned in his sleep, his arms tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer.

Your heart ached. You weren’t sure if you loved him, but you knew you felt some kind of way about him; you knew you hoped he felt the same. Brock was the only love you had known, even if that love was kinda fucked up.

A buzzing on the nightstand beside you drew you out of your thoughts. You glanced away from Brock to see your phone screen lit up with a single unread text message. With a quiet but exasperated groan, you untangled your fingers from Brock’s hair and reached for the little box. You picked it up and squinted at the screen, the bright light hurting your eyes.

The locked screen displayed three texts in quick succession.

(y/n). Hey, (y/n). You up?

You frowned at the screen before swiping your thumb across it and opening up the text.

who is this?

The response came almost immediately.

It’s Bucky!

You frowned but typed back quickly.

how did you get this number?

I asked your sisters. Queen Carol was more than happy to give me your number when I told her that we were friends. She said something along the lines of “thank gods, my sister is finally getting a life” or something. Idk, but she was happy to hear that you were meeting new people.

You groaned and muttered a quick “fuck” under your breath, but your thumb was moving across the screen quickly and quietly as you tried your hardest to not disturb Brock’s sleep.

yeah, that sounds like my dearest sister. ill have to remind her later not to give my phone number out to strange men

But am I really a strange man?

youre as strange as they come

I’ll take that as a compliment.

you do that

A smile danced on your lips. This was utterly ridiculous. Not only were his replies as silly and stupid as they would’ve been in person, but you were in bed with one man texting with another which was a whole issue in and of itself. Gods, if your mother saw you now, she’d have a heart attack.

You chuckled to yourself before continuing to text Bucky.

well mr. strange, now that you have my number what do you intend to do with it?

For one thing: correct your grammar. Seriously? No capitalization and hardly any punctuation?

well when youre as old as i am, you just dont give a fuck anymore

Hmph, you can’t be that old

im pushing 2000+ buck. i am that old

Alright, fair enough.

will you do anything else besides annoy me about my grammar?

Well, of course. I was thinking that, since you gave me these seeds and everything and lectured me about how you’re a busy gal and all who doesn’t always have the time to deal with me, I’d text you before coming down. You know, just to make sure you’re not busy with queenly things.

You bit your lip and heaved a sigh. What a goof.

Taking your other hand away from Brock’s back, you now used both hands to text Bucky, fully engrossed in the conversation.

thats surprisingly considerate of you james

I’m a surprisingly considerate guy. And it’s Bucky, remember?

i remember i just want to irritate you

Ha ha ha. So not funny.

its a little funny

Whatever. Anyways, I am also wondering if now would be a good time to pop in?

werent you like just here?

No, that was a couple of days ago. Did you hit your head or something?

You frowned and looked down at Brock. Had he really kept you occupied for that long? It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d gone on for days without end, but it still surprised you nonetheless. But then again you were immortal which meant that time was irrelevant—unless you were dealing with new gods, it seemed.

i hardly pay attention to time. it doesnt matter to me

Fair enough. My question still stands. Is now a good time to come down?

You hesitated, your fingers so tempted to type “yes,” but the man on your breast saying no. You held your phone to the side as you looked down at Brock’s peaceful face. You weren’t quite ready to break the stillness that encompassed the two of you.

actually rn is not such a good time. i have company over

His reply was slow.

Oh. Alright.

im really sorry buck. ill text you when im free?

It’s fine! I was just free right now and was wondering. Yeah, if you want to, I’d love to see you again soon.

He wanted to see you. He wanted to be in your company. He’d love to see you again.

That was more than any other man had expressively wanted, and it, for some reason, made your heart flutter.

The smile on your face then was one you didn’t recognize. It wasn’t pleased, it wasn’t happy, but it was almost touching and endearing. The warm feeling in the pit of your stomach was foreign to you, but you liked it. Because you were wanted.

As strange as it is for a queen to say, you were happy to be wanted.

Your fingers rapped against the phone screen.

soon

It was a single word, but it was a promise and one you intended to keep.

Smiling at the screen, you failed to notice the waking man beneath you until he groaned.

“I hope you’re smiling at me like that, Precious,” Brock mumbled, the side of his face still plastered to your chest.

You glanced at him down your nose, smirked, and locked your phone setting it back down on the nightstand. “No. I’m looking at cat videos.”

“Ugh. Those things? Don’t the mortals ever get tired of their pets?”

“No, and they’re adorable, thank you very much. If I didn’t have Cerberus, I’d have a cat. Even then, I’m still considering adopting one and making it immortal too.” You chuckled and moved your hands back to his hair. Swirling the short locks between your fingers, you hummed and smiled softly. “Did you sleep well?’

“Always do when I’m with you,” he mused, pulling his face off your skin and crawling up you so he was hovering over your torso. He bent down and locked lips with you.

You smiled into the kiss, a small laugh escaping when you broke for breath. “Brock,” you whined. “Again?”

He grinned. “I’d like to go again, Precious.” His words held vows of another fun time, but his tone held nothing but empty promises.

Your smile dissolved into a frown. “I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

He breathed a laugh. “You always did know me, (y/n).” He shuffled off of you, clamored out of your bed, and began to collect his clothes from where they’d been discarded carelessly on the floor.

You turned on your side to stare at him, pulling your sheet up to cover your chest. “You’re leaving again.” The way you said it, with your lips drawn into a disappointed pout, made it a statement and not a question.

“Unfortunately, Precious.” He pulled on his pants which hugged his legs in all the right ways before tugging on his shirt and covering his torso, still damp with sweat. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Work? Is that what you’ve been doing for the past ten months?” You could see the red begin to creep into your vision as bitterness and malice took root in your heart. “Is that why you left me?”

He sighed heavily. “(y/n), we talked about this.”

“No, we didn’t. You said that I had been too busy and that you needed a break.” You narrowed your eyes. “And frankly, I’m calling bullshit on that.” He opened his mouth to protest but you simply waved your hand to silence him. “You had hardly seen me in weeks, and if I recall correctly—which I know I do—it was one of the rare times where everything was calm for once. I had all the time in the Underworld for you but you just up and went without a word. And now you seem to think you can come back, sleep with me, and make everything alright again.” Your voice began to crack, letting loose a small river of emotions you had tried to keep from him. “I miss you, Brock. Please don’t leave me again.”

He winced as if your words hurt him and padded back over to the bed. Leaning over you, he cupped your cheek with his broad hand and pressed his lips to your forehead.

You let out a trembling sigh, closed your eyes, and leaned into his touch.

His skin left your’s way sooner than you would’ve liked and he looked down at you. “I’m sorry, Precious. But I swear, one day, this will all make sense to you.” You opened your eyes in time to see him smiling down at you. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised before pulling away from you completely and exiting the bedroom. You could hear his footsteps as he descended the staircase right outside your door and made his way through the house to the front door.

You slid out of bed, the sheet still wrapped around you, and walked over to the window that oversaw your front porch and the entirety of the Underworld. You watched as Brock exited your house and began to make his way down the mountain, growing smaller and smaller as he grew farther and farther away.

When he finally disappeared, you felt something in your chest break… again. Yet another piece of your heart crumbled away as he left. He’d said that you’d understand one day; you craved the day he’d finally make sense to you.

You spent the next week lingering around the house. It was a “mental health week” you’d decided and you used it to mope and eat ice cream as you did when he left you alone. The house was quiet—too quiet. Not even Peggy or Cerberus could lift your spirits while you sank in your misery. You had nothing to do, nothing to be.

On the eighth day of your sulking, you realized that this was pointless. You found yourself wondering why you bothered with him. Why you bothered with these emotions, why you bothered with being upset that he left you.

You needed to get out of the house. You needed to spend time with someone.

Your eyes flickered to the coffee table where your phone rested on the surface. You hesitated for only a moment before you swiped it, pulled up your messages, and typed a quick text before sending it off.

hey im free right now if you still want to come down

Bucky’s response was immediate.

Planting a seed now.

———

Behind your mansion, just a short way down the mountain, stood an extensive garden. Filled with fruit-bearing trees, large bushes, and flowers of all kinds, it was your miniature refuge from the rest of the Underworld. It was isolated, kept away from all the death and gloominess that sometimes infected the rest of your realm. It was silent and beautiful.

Maintained by a small team of shades who had been gardeners in life but now resided in Elysium and wanted to continue their craft even in death, the flowers were in bloom year-round and everything was always healthy and lovely.

You loved being there, removed from your title and responsibilities. It was a place where you could just be (y/n). It was your secret garden, and you couldn’t believe that you were sharing it with someone.

You sat on one of the white marble benches, watching Bucky as he roamed through the trees, his eyes alight with wonder and a wide smile on his face.

You’d decided to take him down there shortly after he arrived, realizing that, when you’d invited him down, you had nothing for the two of you to do. However, with a bit of quick thinking on your part, you deduced that a nature god such as himself would appreciate a garden. And that’s how you ended up taking him down to your secret refuge, someplace that not even Brock or Peggy had been invited to.

Yes, you were a fucking idiot, but he seemed happy about it.

“I still can’t believe that there are living things down here!” Bucky exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and pleasant surprise.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You sound so shocked. Is it really that unbelievable that I have plants?”

He laughed and averted his gaze. “A little. My mother always said this place was evil and was nothing but death all the time.”

“Hmph. Not very surprising. Demeter’s always lied about me, trying to paint me as some merciless demon goddess who hates all life.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s bullshit really. But I guess I shouldn’t say that about your mother.”

He looked at you, his face betraying nothing but stoic indifference. “You know, the more I get to know and see different sides of you, I see how she’s wrong and that she’s lied about everything.” He frowned. “The only thing I don’t understand is why she would do all of this though.”

You simply shrugged. “She just doesn’t like me. She blames me for a lot of the death that happens in the world despite the fact that I’m not actually the goddess of death and death is just a part of life.” You looked at the tree to your right and pressed your palm against the bark. “It’s what makes life beautiful: you know there’s an inevitable end, and so you know you need to cherish it while you have it.”

“I know what you mean,” he said as he started to approach you. He stopped right in front of you, smiling softly down. “Thank you for sharing this with me. I can just tell by the way you sit here, so relaxed and at peace, that this place means a lot to you, and it means a lot to me to see this side of the great Queen Hades.”

You smirked up at him. “It’s (y/n), remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” he said, quoting your taunts. “I just want to irritate you.” He offered his hand out to you. “Walk with me? Show me around a bit.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna know more about this place. You know, when I first thought about where a Queen of the Underworld would live, I was expecting a palace with, like, a giant throne room.”

“I had that once,” you admitted, “but then I didn’t really see a point in keeping such a large space. So I remodeled.”

“But don’t you have a throne?”

“Sure I do. It’s big and black and made entirely of obsidian and souls of the damned.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” He sounded a bit uneasy, but there was a hint of amusement on his tongue.

“Oh, I’m not joking. It’s in the basement.”

“Interesting… Now, about showing me around the garden…”

You grinned and hung your head. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Oh, I’m aware. My friends remind me every day.”

You took his hand. “Alright, idiot. You probably know what kinds of plants these are, but you don’t know the names I gave them. Allow me to introduce you.” You stood and began to lead him by the hand. First, you stopped by a large bush, filled to the brim with little pink flowers. Waving your hand with a flourish, you said, “Bucky, this is Petunia. Right next to her, that tree is Marcell, and on Marcell’s other side is Beatrice. Moving down the line we have Lucy, Harold, Mochi…” You continued to name the different plants, introducing every single one that grew in your garden, until, at last, you came to a large tree that was teeming with plump red fruits. “...And this one, perhaps my eldest plant, is Pom the Pomegranate Tree.”

Bucky waited for you to finish your introductions before chuckling at you.

You raised your chin and eyed him. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he promised, grinning broadly at you. “Just, you name your plants?”

You blinked. “Well, yeah.” You turned back to your tree and walked to its trunk. Placing your palm against the bark, you smiled fondly. “I didn’t have many friends starting out. No one really wanted to be friends with or be associated with the creepy goddess of the dead and Queen of the Underworld. I got down here day one, and there was no one else. I had millions of souls to deal with, and not a single god, nymph, naiad, or the likes who wanted to talk to me. My sisters were busy getting their own realms in order and my mother was still in hiding with the other titans. Hell, Cerberus hadn’t even been born yet. I was completely, totally, and utterly alone.” You laughed weakly. “Well, as I was building my palace—yes it was a palace at the time. Hey, don’t give me that look, I like the modern house much better now. Anyways, when I was building my palace, I came across this place. It was nothing but a flat ledge, but here, right at the edge, was a single tree with a single fruit on it: a pomegranate. And I thought to myself, ‘Hey, you know what, this is the only other living thing for miles. I’m gonna make it my friend.’ And I named her Pom. Whenever I had lulls in the day or the builders didn’t need me, I’d just come back here and talk with Pom.” You smiled fondly. “My garden, along with Cerberus, has been one of my only constants.”

“And you’re just sharing it with me?”

You turned to him, an eyebrow cocked up in questioning.

He was looking at you incredulously, shocked that you would dare share something so personal with him.

If you were honest, you were a little shocked too; but there was just something about Bucky that made you trust him with even the most intimate sides of you. You smiled and nodded. “I am.”

With almost careful reluctance, he smiled back at you and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You turned your back to him and looked back at the tree. “Pomegranates are some of my favorites.”

“Mine too,” he agreed from behind you. “I love the fruit; it’s so delicious.”

“It is.” You smiled softly and turned over your shoulder to look at him. At once, the peaceful look on your face turned to one of horror and terror and you yelled at the top of your lungs, “No! Don’t!”

Bucky had picked a pomegranate from the tree and opened it when your back was turned. He’d already dug out some of the seeds and was lifting them up to his mouth when you turned around.

In a desperate panic, you lunged at him, plowing into his torso and shoving his hand away from his mouth.

He was not ready for the impact. He dropped the fruit and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you close, positioning your bodies so he would hit the ground instead of you. He landed with a heavy “oof.”

You fell down onto his chest and pushed yourself up so you were hovering over him. Your eyes frantically searched his face for red from the pomegranate seeds, especially around his mouth. To your immense relief, you found no trace.

You sighed in relief before anger started to bubble up in your throat. “Are you fucking crazy?” you demanded.

He stared up at you, startled into silence. The only word he was able to utter was, “What?”

“What? Are you kidding me? You. Do. Not. Eat. Food. In. The Underworld! You’ll condemn yourself here for all eternity, you idiot!” Your voice broke in the last syllables and you stared down at him desperately.

You wouldn’t let him get trapped down here. Sure, you enjoyed his company, but you also didn’t want him to be limited. You were bound here by responsibility and necessity; he was still free to roam. He was still young, inexperienced, and new; he could not be trapped down here so early in his life before he’d even gotten a chance to live.

He stared up at you, the pomegranate having rolled away from his open fingers. His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and he simply stared at you.

His gaze made you self conscious and you hung your head. Of course, it was only then that you realized your legs were straddling his hips and your hands were right beside his head as you hovered over him. Of all the positions you could have landed in, you had to land in this one.

You were about ready to apologize when Bucky spoke.

“Y-You saved me?” He sounded a little scared, a little startled, and a lot grateful.

You hesitated before crawling off of him. “I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it. You would not have died had you eaten the fruit, but you would not have been able to leave here if you’d eaten even just a handful of seeds.” You shook your head. “It’s this weird stipulation of the Underworld’s, but it’s real. Anything that lives, unless they’re related to me by blood, and consumes food or drink here is doomed to stay here. Best not to have a meal while you’re visiting.” You sat cross-legged on the ground and smiled weakly at him.

He continued to stare at you, dumbstruck.

You shifted in your seat, uncomfortable under his gaze. “Say something if you’re going to, but stop staring at me for god’s sake.”

“I… I just…” He shook his head. “Thank you, for saving me.”

“I didn’t save you,” you said again. “But you’re welcome.”

He smiled then, and you averted your gaze.

“Whatever.” You rose to your feet and offered your hand to him. “Come on, Springy. Let’s get you out of the garden before you cause any more trouble. We can probably go play with Cerberus or something.”

He took your hand and allowed you to pull him up.

Keeping hold of his hand, you led him out of the garden and up the back where a staircase took you back to the main house. You had nothing but intentions of hanging out with him for a bit longer, maybe playing a round or two of fetch with Cerberus who was undoubtedly napping on your couch, but, as with all things, something had to get in the way of your agenda.

Bucky skid to a stop right outside your door, his grip on your hand halting you too. “What the Hades is that?”

You looked up to where he was staring in fear and right about flipped it off.

In the distance, a large, winged figure flew towards your mansion, their black suit flapping in the wind as their wings moved in sync to beat the air beneath them.

You only groaned and let your head fall forward. “That is my lieutenant. Alexander Pierce, the god of death.” You sighed heavily. “I probably have to deal with him now, as god-awful as that sounds.” Pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger, you looked at Bucky with a sad grin. “I trust you know the way out by now.”

He simply smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

“And you promise to go home this time? No detours? We don’t need another ruby incident.”

He barked a bitter laugh. “You’re never going to let me live that down, now are you, Doll?”

“Nope,” you said popping the “p”.

“Hah. Fine. Well, I’ll get going then, so you can deal with your employee.”

You nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Bucky.”

He nodded and gave your hand a squeeze, bringing it up to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. At your shocked expression and undoubtedly red cheeks, he chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry. My mother taught me to be a gentleman to a beautiful dame.”

“I-It’s alright...”

He let your hand go and took a step backward. “Until next time, then?”

You nodded. “Yeah, until then.”

He grinned at you. “Alright. I’ll be going then, just, do me a favor? Don’t be a stranger. Call me anytime you need.”

Nibbling at your lip, you bobbed your head ever so slightly. “I will. I’ll see you later.”

He waved at you and turned around, walking down the side of the mountain.

It was no sooner had he left than did a figure land on your front porch. His black wings, only greying with age, spread out in a flourish as he fell in a crouch.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you waited for him to stand.

He did so, his wings retracting into his back as he stood. He stared at you with beady blue eyes, narrowed as always, and ran his fingers through his greying strawberry blonde hair. He bowed before you, murmuring a respectful “Your majesty” as his greeting.

You smiled at him, standing up straighter as you assumed your regal stance. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Alexander Pierce, my favorite god of death.”

“I am your only god of death.” He smirked up at you, playing into your banter.

“Fair. Anyways, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“I am here to give you my update on the soul intake.” He gestured to your door. “Mind if we move this inside?”

“Not at all. I always prefer to talk numbers in my chair anyways.” You stood to the side, allowing him passage into your home. As he walked in past you, you hesitated and looked down the mountain. If you squinted hard enough, you could still see Bucky’s figure in the distance. Catching sight at that mop of brown hair, your heart fluttered a bit as it yearned for him. But you simply shook your head, clearing all thoughts of him. It was not time to hope, but time to be practical. You had a job to do.

Next 8: He Gets Found Out (and a Phone Call)

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Snake Eyes - part seven

Pairing: mob!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: ‘Snake eyes’ meaning the worst possible result; a complete lack of success. Getting caught up between two of the biggest mobs in the city was never how you expected your night to go, and falling for a mob boss can only end in disaster.

Warning: abduction/kidnapping

A/N: a lil fluff for you guys to make up for the drama at the end oops lmao feedback is loved and appreciated always☺️

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Part 6

From that day on, your mornings would always start with a ‘good morning’ text from Bucky. They always arrived at least an hour before you woke, a plain and simple ‘good morning’ to start, a kiss at the end of it. But soon, after days of talking, pet names were added onto the end, making your heart flutter every single time.

It had been a month since you were left in that club for Bucky to find you. Strangely, you hadn't heard from Rumlow in any way, shape or form. At the beginning, you were constantly on edge, expecting him to come bursting through the doors and take on the Howling Commandos in Bucky's home but that never happened.

Of course, that wasn’t realistic. But a month ago being taken by a mob was also unrealistic. Things change.

Nothing happened. It was like you were placed in this new life and expected to live it out from now on with no input from your former one, not even from the person who tore you from it.

It felt like a waiting game. Waiting for something to happen, for Rumlow to tear you away from this place, or to tear Bucky away from you. Waiting for the curtain to be ripped away, for everything to be exposed in the light and for nothing to be the same for anyone following it.

After receiving your morning text from Bucky, and replying with your own, you got yourself ready for the day.

You made your way down to Bucky’s office, saying hello some of the Commandos on the way. As you opened the office door, the smell of breakfast hit you, making you realise how hungry you were.

Your eyes landed on a small table set up in the middle of the room, two plates set on either side with juice in the middle and Bucky sitting in one of the chairs. It looked completely out of place but it warmed your heart.

His head snapped up towards you as you entered and Bucky registered the shocked look on your face, some confusion also settling into your features. He stood up, in the calm manner he always exuded. He sent a small smile in your direction before walking over to you.

"I thought we could have breakfast together before we started our day?" You still hadn't said anything since entering the room and Bucky was starting to worry this was too much, that he had pushed it too far. "If all this is alright?" His subdued tone brought you out of your shocked state, and you looked up at him with a smile forming on your face. "This is wonderful." Bucky let out a breath he'd been holding in before leading you over to the table, pulling the chair out for you to sit and then retreating to his own chair.

You both started eating in silence, stealing looks at each other across the table and when both of your eyes met you shared a small smile, sometimes even a giggle. You felt calm and peaceful, even with no words said between you.

"You can have the day off today, Y/N," Bucky broke the silence. "I have the day off from my meetings and all that, so I'll go through the reports today, you deserve a break." You felt your heart sink a little, wanting to spend your time working with Bucky if he was going to be in his office all day.

Ever since you had started messaging each other, he had spent more and more time out of the office. Away with meetings and gatherings that he had to attend, yet he always told you he hated this part of the job, it just had to be done.

That was all the information you received about that side of his life. It was like he was trying to keep you as far away from it as possible, even though you were more involved than you would have liked to have been.

"Are you sure?" You countered, "I can stay and help if you need me to." You were hoping he would take you up on your offer but you could tell Bucky was a stubborn man. "I insist, doll," the pet name made butterflies erupt in your stomach, it had been a long time since you'd heard him say it to your face.

"I've had a credit card made for you, you can go out into town today with Nat and do some shopping, treat yourself to something from me," a smirk was making its way onto Bucky's face and it made heat rise up to your cheeks. You looked down at your empty plate, not wanting him to notice. The look on his face made you feel some type of way, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. "You're too kind, Bucky," you noticed him shift from across the table and you looked up to meet his eyes again. "Anything for you."

The breakfast didn't last long after that, Steve had come in with an urgent phone call that Bucky had to attend to, which he looked annoyed about. He was apologising to you on his way out, letting you know he wanted to see you later to show him what you bought for yourself.

This would be the first time leaving the grounds of Bucky's house since this whole thing started.

You had never asked to leave and Bucky had never insisted. You believed this was only happening now because you had both grown closer over the past couple of weeks and he had started to somewhat trust you.

Or maybe you were reading the situation wrong. He may just be kind and caring towards the people that worked for him, that’s why he was being this way with you. You couldn’t get your hopes up too much. There was no way a man like Bucky would go for a regular girl like yourself.

You arrived at your room, Natasha already sitting on your bed waiting for you with a smirk plastered on her face as she looked you up and down. "So, how was breakfast?" She raised her eyebrows a little and you shook your head at her.

Ever since Bucky had introduced you two, she had become one of the closest people to you in this place. She felt like a piece of home that you never thought you needed. She had turned into your best friend, so to speak, within this crazy world.

She would talk to you about anything you wanted, even calming you on the occasions you felt overwhelmed by the place you were in. In those moments, you felt the urge to tell her everything.

About Rumlow forcing you into the situation, about him wanting Bucky for some unknown reason, but you could never bring yourself to do it. Afraid that maybe Rumlow had someone listening in somewhere and it would be reported back to him. He would take you away again and punish you for ruining his plan. So you kept quite, fighting the urge every time it arrived.

"I brought you some casual clothes to wear, seen as though every thing you own seems to be work clothes,” you noticed her little eye roll, “I swear those boys are useless when it comes to clothes shopping," you giggled at her, looking through the clothes that were laid out on the bed.

Most of the clothes were dark, as were your work clothes, it must be a thing round here within the mob.

You chose out some black mom jeans with a matching black body suit that hugged your figure in all the right places with a leather jacket to match. You applied some light makeup before noticing the card that was placed on the set of drawers near the doorway.

"Bucky left it for you when he was on the phone," Natasha explained as she say you looking at it. There was a little note placed underneath which read, "enjoy yourself today, I can't wait to see what you bring home x."

You couldn't help the smile on your face, the word home making your heart ache a little. You folded the note and placed it in your back pocket.

"Let's go!" Natasha exclaimed, both of you giggling as you made your way to a much needed day out.

You didn't realise how much you missed the town. All the shops, the people rushing around or strolling, carrying loads of bags with treats they had bought themselves or others.

The driver hadn't taken you into the town you had lived in, the one where you were taken. Instead taking you both to the next town over.

Apparently Bucky had told him to do this, he didn't want you going back to the place where you had been trapped in the club, he didn't want to bring back those bad memories.

If only he knew.

You had been wandering around for an hour, and you still hadn't found anything that you wanted to buy. You had always limited yourself when you went shopping, not wanting to overspend and waste your money on things you didn't need. Your mother had taught you how to be responsible with your money and you had carried that advice all throughout life, and that behaviour was showing once again.

"Seen anything you like?" Natasha asked, walking back over to you after picking up some knee high boots that she had taken a liking to. You sighed, "I've seen loads of stuff, I just don't know what to get." Natasha frowned, "why not get it all?" She suggested, and you looked at her like she had just suggested treason. "I can't spend all that money, that's too much."

"Bucky put more than enough on that card for you, not just a couple of hundred, a couple of thousand," you took in a breath as she explained. You didn't think you would be trusted with that kind of money from a mob boss.

"Are you being serious?" You whispered, looking around to see if anyone had overheard Nat. She just laughed, moving on to a different shelf full of clothing, "treat yourself!"

The rest of the trip was spent buying at least five items from every store you entered. From casual clothes, to shoes, to homely ornaments and real plants to make your bedroom feel more like yours. You didn't know how long you were going to be staying there so might as well make it comfy while you were there.

After every couple of shops, you loaded the car up with your items before going back out to look for more. You and Natasha entering a shop together before dispersing and looking at your own things, and then meeting back at the entrance once you were done.

"Okay, one last shop because I think I'm burnt out from today," you nodded your head at Nat's statement. Your arms were starting to hurt from carrying around so many bags throughout the day. "There's this guy I go to for weapons, you can come along if you want or I can just meet you back at the car?"

You felt your heart beat pick up with anxiety as Natasha mentioned weapons. You had rarely seen any of them with anything that looked dangerous, only when the raid happened on the club. Not to forget the gun you noticed on Bucky's belt a couple of times. "I'll go look in one last shop," you tried to respond as nonchalantly as possible but Natasha noticed the edge in your voice.

"I'll be about ten, fifteen minutes," Nat replied as she walked off towards a side street between the shops. You stood there for a moment watching her leave, before looking around and spotting a candle shop slightly down the street. You set off towards it, realising you hadn't grabbed one for your room.

The sweet mixture of smells from the candles hit you as you walked in, and a staff member greeted you kindly as you passed. You walked around, occasionally picking up candles and smelling them, trying to decide on the best one to take home.

You looked down at your watch, noticing ten minutes had already passed. Choosing one more candle, you were making your way to pay when you felt a presence behind you.

"Don't you dare make a scene, you're going to come with me calmly or your pretty little face won't be so pretty anymore."

You felt a shiver down your spine as Rumlow's voice spoke quietly into your ear. You recognised it instatnly, there was no way you werer going to forget it any time soon. He took the candles from your hand and placed them down before gripping your elbow and leading you out of the back door.

As soon as you were outside in the back alley, you turned your head to look at him. "What have I done?" Your voice only come out as a whisper, cursing yourself internally for sounding so weak. "Shut up," he hissed back at you.

You were shoved into the back of a jet black car that was parked around the corner, the same one that had captured you in the first place and the door was slammed in your face. Rumlow appeared in the passenger seat and instructed the driver on where to go, too quiet for you to hear. He didn’t bother to look back at you as they set off.

You sat as still as you could, panic seeping into every inch of your body. You had been waiting for this day since you had arrived at Bucky’s and as soon as you let your guard down, he appeared.

You felt a jab in your back as you were driven over a bump in the road. You realised your phone was still in your pocket and a little bit of hope settled into your mind.

As slowly as you could, you pulled it out, adjusting how you were sitting to cover the sound of it sliding out of your pocket, and you placed it beneath your legs.

Waiting a couple of minutes, you reached down to unlock your phone. Not wanting to waste time explaining your situation, you sent a simple message to Natasha.

"Help me."

Part 8

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Where our story begins: Chapter seven

Story summary: This is a victorian era AU Home is where our story begins, but how does one know where home is?  

Julia has a good life. A calm life. She really doesn’t have much to complain about. That is, until a handsome stranger steps into their home in the country and all that calmness seems to disappear instantly. Who is this man that seems to terrorise everyone with his haughty ways? 

Ship: Bucky Barnes X OFC-Julia

Warnings: Angst and fluff for this one.

Words: 3965

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A/N: I hope you will all enjoy this one! The ending of this chapter is what will really set things in motion for this story.

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*** She was walking faster and faster, yet it was getting her nowhere. The door in front of her was as far away as it had been the entire time. Fear was gripping at her heart and she felt an immense urgency to reach that door before her. Why? Julia couldn’t really tell—but she recognised the hallway she was in as the one leading to her parents bedroom, and the door must have been theirs. She couldn’t remember how she had gotten here, nor what had brought her in the first place; she just knew that there was danger afoot. In particular, her father was in danger. Again no valid arguments, though it seemed abundantly clear to Julia nonetheless.

“Father!” she called out, but got no reply. She tried to run to the door, but found that the rug beneath her was simply piling up behind her and she was still not getting any closer.

Stopping for a moment she realised that, aside from her heavy breathing, there wasn’t a sound around. That was strange. It was the middle of the day; there should’ve been people out and about, but she appeared to be entirely alone.

Or was she?

“He’ll be okay, Julia. I promise. There is nothing you can do for him now.” James’ voice sounded from behind her, and she turned quickly. She was greeted by piles upon piles of rug—at least twice her height. He was behind them, she was certain—his voice was close by.

“James?!” she called out, stepping to the pile and realising it was solid, like stone.

“I’m here,” he replied, still close even if she could not see him.

Julia grabbed the hem of her wide skirt and bundled it up to free her feet as she began to climb towards the sound of James’s voice. She wasn’t getting any closer to the door, but perhaps James would be able to answer her questions.  The climb seemed endless, though her panting barely increased, as if she had suddenly found a power, an endurance she had never known existed. Reaching the top, she could finally see James standing at the bottom of the pile. A pile which somehow had gotten three times as high. Her feet slipped and she quickly dropped to her knees, the long drop to the bottom making her shiver.

“What is going on?” Julia asked nobody in particular, though James was the only one in the vicinity to answer. He didn’t say a word though. He simply offered her that sweet smile of his, while he stared at her with the same intensity as he had the night of the ball. She hoped it was love.    “James, I’m scared,” she said, her voice suddenly much smaller as fear tightened her throat.

“Don’t be. I’m here! I’ll always be here,” he promised and she really wanted to believe him. She wanted to put all her faith in him.

With that realisation, Julia stood up, carefully taking small steps down the enormous pile of solid rugs. She slipped a few times, desperately grabbing at any edge she could find, just to keep herself upright. She managed to keep from falling, though her hands were now full of dirt and blood. Apparently this wasn’t a pile of rugs anymore. Exhaustion pulled at her tired limbs, but she persevered—walking until she was ready to give up altogether. That was when James’s voice reached her ears again.   “Julia, I’m right here!”

“Help,” she called back to him, feeling weak and helpless.

She reached out to him, arms outspread, wanting him to hold her or catch her perhaps. But James wasn’t moving; he stood in the exact same position—unmoving. Julia was so exhausted though, too exhausted to go on. She kept reaching for James as her feet slipped again, and this time she could not stop herself from falling. She screamed as her world turned black.

“Miss! Are you all right?” Mary asked as Julia sat up in her bed with a start, cold sweat clinging to her skin.

Julia felt out of breath and slightly confused as she met the kind, worried face of her oldest friend. Placing a hand over her heart, she found it beating rapidly, and she took a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. Flashes of her nightmare came to her, and she closed her eyes momentarily to banish them from her thoughts. She’d had nightmares before, strange ones, frightening ones, but this one really seemed to take the cake.

“My apologies, Mary. Have I given you a fright?” Julia asked, forcing herself to smile as her heartbeat returned to a normal pace. She opened her eyes slowly, seeing Mary still staring at her.

“I came to wake you, but then you screamed,” Mary explained, as she finally moved again and fetched some water to dab on Julia’s face—a gesture for which Julia was very grateful.

“I’m sorry, Mary. I must have been having a bad dream. I’m better now.”

“Would you like me to draw you a bath?” Mary offered, and Julia readily accepted. It would give her some time to gather her thoughts before she faced anyone else.

Julia had an inclination of where her anxiety came from, though it didn’t appear to have much to do with the events of her dream. Either way, she needed a little more time to gather her thoughts before going downstairs. Her mother would want to talk about the ball; she’d want to hear what Julia’s favourite parts of the night were, and her favourite dance. She might even ask who her favourite dance partner was—mostly because she had found the answer to it already and needed the confirmation. Julia had barely spoken to her parents at the ball, and they would want to know everything she had experienced. And since they would most likely have seen her smiling bright for most of the night, these were normal questions for a parent to ask their child.

She was certain, however, that her parents had missed the moment that had given her such anxiety to induce a nightmare. She was intent on keeping them ignorant of that fact. It would do them no good to share the fear she had momentarily felt. She would discuss it with Natalia first. She would know what to do.  Julia took the cloth that Mary had used to dab her face and took it to her neck. The cold sweat finally seemed to be retreating. Stepping out of the bed, she walked towards the bathroom attached to her room. Long ago it had been a dressing room, but when bathrooms had become a regularity, Julia’s grandparents had made the choice to place it in the dressing room. All these years later, Julia was grateful for the choice they made. Though, as she watched Charlie lugging buckets of water, she could only hope that her parents would continue the remodelling and modernising and include indoor plumbing. They were modern people — this should be a modern house, should it not?   When the bath was fully ready, she thanked Mary and Charlie profusely before gently shooing them out of the room and stepping into the warm water. A deep sigh escaped her as she lowered herself in the water and the steam rose up around her. Her hair had been expertly braided before bed and was now rolled up on her head to keep it from getting wet. It gave Julia the freedom to lean her head back, and she made a conscious effort to relax her body.

Her feet were still a little sore from all the dancing, and she smiled at the memory of her dances with James. She’d been nervous around him all of the sudden, and she had struggled to understand why, until her conversation with Natalia. She and James had never spoken of their intentions. Their walks, their conversations—they had all happened in such an organic manner that neither of them had ever stopped to think of it. However, Julia could not deny that, slowly but surely, it had gone from regular interactions with a guest to something akin to courting.

Eventually she would have to ask James if this was what he wanted. A conversation was necessary, for her heart was in the game, and she needed to know where they stood. For now though, she was intent on dreamily remembering their night and telling herself it was in fact a romantic connection that had grown between them.

Unfortunately for Julia, the night hadn’t been all fun. Lord Rumlow had been acting rather peculiarly improper. He had been most forceful in their conversations, and Julia had not liked it one bit. After their dance, she had escaped and found James, who had quickly been able to sooth her worries—even without knowing the full extent of them. But Lord Rumlow had quickly shown her that James could not always be around.   It had happened near the end of the night, when Natalia and Julia had taken a stroll around the manor to admire the hard work that Natalia had put into the decorations. The men had gathered in the drawing room where they were having a smoke while the band was taking a short break—they were joined by virtually every other man at the ball. At least one had slipped their notice though.  When one of the maids had come for Natalia with some questions and Natalia had followed her to another room, Lord Rumlow had been there to corner Julia.   “Julia, I must confess that our conversation wasn’t as I had hoped it would be,” he had started, and Julia had nodded, unsure what she could say. It certainly hadn’t been anything she had expected to happen.

“I apologise. I only meant to warn you,” Lord Rumlow spoke softly, glancing around. Probably to make sure there would be no eavesdropping.

The gesture made Julia nervous.   “For Lord Barnes?” she asked to clarify, “Who has been nothing but a gentleman, even in the face of your imprudent questions the other night?”

“You should ask him about his business with your father,” Lord Rumlow said. He spoke harshly, his patience clearly wearing thin.

“I shan’t. Now please, I must find Natalia,” Julia said, her voice steady and strong, despite her nerves. She’d always been a tad wary of her neighbour. Always felt an almost imperceptible anger radiating from him, simmering just underneath the surface. There wasn’t enough horsepower in the world to make her spend time alone with this man, she thought as she scurried away in search of anyone to cling to for company.

***   “I was hoping we could go for a ride today,” James said softly once they were seated at the dining room table. It appeared that Julia hadn’t been the only one with a slow start of the day, and instead of having food sent to their rooms, her parents had decided to make an elaborate early lunch. Or a late breakfast.    “It would be preferable to a walk as my feet might need some more time to recover from all the dancing,” Julia answered with a smile.

“As do mine, and I only danced a fraction of what you did,” James grinned.

“That’s because you only danced with Carolina and me,” Julia teased and James smiled back.

“I could’ve easily done without Carolina’s superb dancing.” James stared into her eyes as he spoke, and Julia could feel a flutter in her belly. Was she wrong to think that perhaps he had noticed the change between them as well? If so, he certainly didn’t appear to be pulling away.

“And accept only my mediocre dancing?” Julia asked, teasing tone still in her voice.

“My dearest Julia, your dancing was perfection,” James insisted and Julia felt her cheeks heating in a blush.

“What are you whispering about, little sister?” Alexander asked, smiling brightly as Julia scowled at him.    She should’ve known that her brother would stick his nose in her business now that he was here. And since the men had agreed on no business today, he had plenty of time to satisfy his curiosity. She couldn’t really blame him—they’d never been apart as long as they had been since his marriage, and while Carolina was a faithful penpal, he was not. Alexander often forgot to send a letter and sometimes to even write a reply. Julia loved him dearly, but he was a tad scattered at times, much like their father in a way.

“We were discussing the possibility of a little outing today,” James answered for her.

“An outing?” Carolina asked excitedly. “Like a walk?” She had known of the daily walks James and Julia took and had already expressed that she wished to be a fly on the wall for those—this would offer her a front row seat. Of course the conversations would be a tad different with Carolina there.

“Our poor feet might need some rest before we can return to our daily walks, so perhaps on horseback instead,” James said with a smile. He had hoped to spend some time alone with Julia to talk, but it wasn’t in him to be rude in the face of all the kindness that Carolina showed. He also didn’t think Alexander would let up on his curiosity about their interactions. He’d made several inquiries with James already. He had wanted to know James’s intentions with his little sister and James could not fault him for that.

“Could I impose myself on this outing?” Carolina asked hopefully, and Julia nodded with a smile.

“The more the merrier,” Julia said, before glancing at James and wondering for a moment if he was as disappointed as she was about the prospect of having company. As wonderful as said company was, she had hoped to speak to James in private—or semi privacy at least. Mary had been their chaperone for most of their walks, and she would never share a word of what she overheard.

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“This was such a good idea,” Carolina said as she took a deep breath of fresh air. They’d left the manor some fifteen minutes earlier and were walking at a leisurely pace along the road that would lead them to a nearby forest. The afternoon sun was warm enough to battle the chilly wind that had been blowing all week and it was absolutely lovely—Julia wasn’t fully experiencing it though.

James and Alexander were walking a little ways ahead of them, laughing and joking with one another. Julia stared at their backs and wondered what her brother had said to make James laugh so generously—James wasn’t this relaxed very often. During the many weeks that he had been with them, she often saw the stress clearly displayed on his frame. The serious face, sometimes a frown, the tense raised shoulders—none of it had escaped her notice. Often it was better when they were on their walks, though she had seen him getting lost in thought a few times. On those occasions, the frown lines in his face had increased. There was something heavy weighing on him, and she wished she could help him carry the load. As it was, she could only hope that her brother could be of some assistance. After all, she was just a girl, and men rarely shared their burdens with the women in their life, especially if they weren’t married to them.

“Yes, Carolina, it certainly was. I’m glad I thought of it,” Carolina said mockingly, and Julia laughed as she was pulled from her thoughts.

“My apologies,” Julia said, and she glanced at Carolina to find the other woman smiling brightly.

“Do you think you could love him?” Carolina asked, looking ahead to the men.

“I think I could,” Julia confessed, and saying it aloud made it feel more real. The fluttering she had felt at the dinner table returned with a vengeance, and she decided that she liked the feeling.   “Isn’t that the most exciting feeling there is?” Carolina asked, love clear on her face as she looked at Alexander’s back.   “And a little frightening, honestly,” Julia said softly, a slight blush on her cheeks.    “But it can turn into such beauty, Julia,” Carolina said, and Julia smiled, a little unsure.    She trusted Carolina with all her heart, but there was so much that she didn’t know about James. And there were things that linked him to her father that caused tension. She wasn’t entirely sure how it was all intertwined, but she knew that it was. Julia never did well with being uninformed, but she knew better than to straight out ask any of the people involved. Perhaps at some point, James would inform her himself—if he felt for her as she felt for him.

‘Have you noticed that he rides one-handed?” Carolina asked a little while later.

“I hadn’t,” Julia said, looking towards the men. They were now nearing the tree line ahead. Suddenly it appeared clear as day that James was only using his right arm. His left arm was loosely crossed over his torso. She wondered why this was. She had seen him favour his right side before, though not quite this much.

“I wonder what that’s about,” Carolina said. Julia knew that her sister-in-law wasn’t half as curious as she was, so it would be up to her to figure this out. Not today though—today she had other subjects to discuss with James if they ever had a moment alone.

***  Julia squinted at the sunlight reflected in the water before them. They’d spent an hour or so riding and had decided on a well deserved break along the lake in the center of the forest. Alexander had spread out a large blanket and surprised everyone with wine and cake—courtesy of Maudlin.

“When did you arrange this?” Carolina asked, smiling as she took a bite of her cake, before leaning back against her husband’s shoulder. Alexander himself was leaning against a large tree and he looked very pleased with himself.

“When you were all getting changed into your riding frocks, I made some quick inquiries, and as it happened, Maudlin had already baked a cake for tea today,” Alexander said with a smug smile on his face.

“Please tell me she held something back for mother and father,” Julia asked, as she too munched on her cake. She was careful though; she’d always been told that a lady eats neatly and calmly. If she needed to convince James of her qualities as a wife, she would not do so by eating like a pig.

“Naturally, Maudlin would never let me take all of it,” Alexander chuckled.

A short while later James stood up from the blanket and turned to Julia. “Would you care for a stroll by the waters edge?” he asked, and Julia was eager to accept his hand to help her upright.

Standing, Julia took a moment to brush off some imaginary dust from her dress and catch Carolina’s eye. Her sister-in-law nodded her head encouragingly, almost imperceptible, but it was still clear enough for Julia to see and understand. At this moment, she was happy to know the other woman so very well.

“I was hoping to catch you alone today,” James confessed as he threw a small pebble in the water. It skipped three times before it sank.

“Me too,” Julia said, craning her neck to follow his movements as she tried to discover how he made those pebbles skip.

Catching her attempts to follow his hands, James chuckled and handed her a pebble. “Hold the flat part as the underside,” he started, “then take it between your thumb and ring finger, like this.” He demonstrated every move as he said it, really breaking down the action for her.  For him it might’ve been simple, but Julia was glad that he didn’t make her feel silly for not knowing.

“Now, pull your arm back, just like that.” James gently directed her arm into position. “And throw.”

Julia did as instructed, and her pebble skipped once before sinking. She happily turned to James, jumping in place with excitement.

“I’ve never been able to do that,” she said, a bright smile on her face.

James couldn’t help but smile in return—she looked utterly adorable in her enthusiasm. And the fact that he had been the person to cause this response made him feel emboldened enough to say the words he’d been wanting to speak. Looking back at their companions, he saw them engrossed in conversation together. They wouldn’t eavesdrop or interrupt them for now.  He could tell Carolina and Alexander were happy together; their body language spoke to that fact; both relaxed and sitting close together. He hoped to achieve that with Julia one day.

Now that he had assured himself that they were not within hearing distance, he finally broached the subject that had been heavy on his mind throughout the week, with it coming to a strong climax last night. He’d been fond of her from the get-go, but last night told him that it was more than that. He was falling for the beautiful lady standing next to him.

“Julia, I was wondering if we could talk about a few things.” His mouth ran a little dry and he suddenly forgot how to hold his arms. He’s been searching the ground for more pebbles, pushing the stones aside with his feet, but he knew he should not put this off any longer—who knew how long Alexander would give him? They would soon have to return to the house.

“Anything, James,” Julia assured him, and she felt giddy with anticipation. Would he say what she thought he might? What she hoped he would?

“I’ve really been enjoying my time here,” James started a little shakily. “In particular our walks, and our conversations.”

“I’ve been enjoying those as well,” Julia said, eager to agree with all he had to say. She was excited, nervous, and scared at the same time, which made it harder to stand still—but she knew she had to at least appear calm outwardly.

“When I first arrived, it had been to discuss business with your father, but our walks were a nice change in scenery.” Her responses were calming his nerves a little, but he was still very happy to have thought this conversation through beforehand. He knew what he wanted to say, and he was now more convinced that she would want to hear it. “I appreciated the friendship you offered, your honesty and your curiosity. It was refreshing,”

“And at times slightly unprecedented,” Julia countered, and nearly bit her tongue in response. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth closed, she wondered. But James laughed, clearly not put off by her words.

“Perhaps to society, but I liked it,” James said, looking her in the eyes, trying to assure her of the honesty in his words. “I don’t know exactly when it changed for me, but I know that I would like to have more than friendship with you.”

“You do?” Julia asked, a little timid, blushing slightly.

“Yes, and I was hoping to ask you if you feel the same,” James asked, wringing his hands nervously as he awaited her answer. He wasn’t even sure when he had grasped them together.

“I would love to move beyond the friendship we’ve built, James,” Julia finally said and James had to control himself—he wanted to pull her into his arms then and there.

“If I were to speak to your father, would that please you?” he asked, just to be absolutely sure.

“It would, most definitely.”

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x OFC #Bucky Barnes Fanfiction #Bucky Barnes AU #Marvel Fanfiction #Where our story begins

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winterromanov · 5 years

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Maybe a childhood friends au? Maybe they grew up together and Bucky saw her as a little sister then they don’t see each other for a while and she comes home from college and is like.... woah. But she’s always had a crush on him??

pairing: bucky x reader

It’s hard to say how long you’ve been in love with James Buchanan Barnes. You want to say forever--you’re a bit prone to the dramatics--and maybe it has been, because you can’t remember a moment where you’ve not been absolutely, totally, completely enamoured by him. He’s smart and funny and attractive, goddammit, and he’d pushed Brock Rumlow over when he’d called you a stupid little girl and danced with you at your moms’ friend’s wedding, spinning you round and round aged nine until you were so dizzy you couldn’t stand.

He’s left you that dizzy ever since.

But--and there’s always a but--he’s always looked at you with the soft eyes of an older brother, protective and loyal in the same way he is with Becca. He’s only two years older than you but it feels like an eternity. To him, you’re always going to be the little girl thrashing about in the pool with his baby sister every summer vacation. The girl who he ritually scared on Halloween by jumping out from behind the bush in your front yard in increasingly scary masks. And, the summer following his senior year, the girl who stood teary-eyed on his porch as you watched him pack up his dad’s minivan for Stanford.

He’d pressed a kiss on Becca’s forehead she sobbed near uncontrollably, the ache of missing him sharp in her chest even though he’d not even set off for the airport yet. Then he’d turned to you, smiling mischievously in a way that had made many a girl other than you crumble, and lifted your chin with his middle finger.

“Look after Becs for me, yeah?” Then he’d winked, and you’d used every single inch of will power you had to not break down like Becca. You somehow managed a nod, your own smile tight. “Can always rely on you, (Y/N).”

You’d never wanted to hug him more. To grab his body close, squeeze the life out of it, to beg him not to go. But Bucky Barnes was not yours, never would be, never would look at you in the way you wanted him to.

You watch as his dad’s truck slowly drives away, chugging exhaust fumes, until it’s merely an orange speck heading for the freeway. You watch your whole world disappear from view--and you never told him how aged nine he shook you up like a snowglobe on the burnished wood floor of a church hall, your shoes squeaking and his laugh in your ears and your heart fluttering in your throat.

You didn’t know much about love, per say, so you’re uncertain on whether it’s more difficult to move on from somebody who once loved you back or someone who never loved you at all. Either way, it takes a hell of a long time for you to forget Becca Barnes’ older brother, if you ever truly forget him at all. You graduate high school and miraculously get onto the Yale literature program and somehow six years have passed since you last saw him, properly, your adoration for him haunting the back of your mind. You kiss boys and break up with boys but you arrive at Becca’s wedding ceremony without an arm linked to your own, in a pretty dress with no-one to admire it.

Madly, it doesn’t cross your mind that Bucky will be there, even though he’s Becca’s only sibling. Of course he’s going to be there. It’s just--you see him stood at the front of the venue, in a fancy suit and a shorter haircut, six years older and Jesus Christ. He’s not the teasing, handsome boy of eighteen who broke your heart without knowing anymore. He’s a proper grownup.

For half a second, his excited blue eyes meet yours over rows and rows of ribbon-decked chairs. He blinks, mouth slightly open like he’s on the edge of a sentence, and you’re suddenly sixteen again. Your cheeks flush as you quickly find a seat next to somebody you know from school.

Your frantically beating heart let’s you know the pretty fucking obvious. You never truly forgot him, did you?

Becca’s wedding is beautiful. She marries a girl she met on her first day of fashion school and they wear gowns they both designed themselves. As you follow the rest of the guests out of the hotel and into the courtyard for pictures, you find yourself becoming swept up in the delirium of the day, throwing rose petals on your sobbing childhood friend as she clutches the hand of the love of her life.

“(Y/N).”

His voice sounds the same--more mature maybe, but mostly the same. When you turn round he’s stood with his hands in the pocket of his grey suit, rose petals caught in his hair.

(His smile is also identical. You’d be heartbroken, even more so, if that ever changed.)

“Bucky,” you say, smiling, in a frankly shit attempt at being nonchalant. “You look really well.”

He shrugs, before gesturing at you. “And you--Jesus, (Y/N), you grew up.”

“Of course I did! And Becca, too.” The sun sharply comes out from behind the clouds so you shield your eyes, seeing him better. “I always knew her wedding day would be beautiful. You must be so happy and proud of her.”

“I am. Always. In everything she does. But you always knew that.”

He’s right about that. You’d never meet a more supportive brother than Bucky. His mouth opens as he looks at you intensely, on the verge of saying something, before a hand curls round his shoulder asking him to join in with the photographs.

“In a second,” he says, before turning and pointing at you. “You’ll be at the reception, yeah? I’d really like to catch up.”

“As if I’d miss it!” you chirp, and he grins as he’s swallowed by another crowd.

It’s like your heart hurts preemptively. Watching Bucky Barnes whirlwind back into your life for a moment before disappearing again, melting like snow on your winter boots.

The Barnes’ a so popular than their reception is understandingly full to the rafters, family and friends and a never-ending list of others besides, meaning every single dinner table is full and James is sat all the way at the front at the top. You talk idly to old school friends about how their lives have gone. An old neighbour with a man-bun writes his number on a napkin and tucks it into the front of your dress, like you’d find that sexy. Champagne is drunk and Becca cries even more and you figure that Bucky has forgotten you again as the evening eclipses into the night. The live band plays beautiful folk covers--Becca and Josie have their first dance to Bon Iver’s Skinny Love, clinging onto each other like the world is ending around them--but you don’t feel like dancing.

The whole day has been perfect. You can’t describe it any other way. But then why do you feel so empty?

You grab another glass of champagne and weave between half-drunk revellers out onto the veranda, where the air is cooler and the music is muted, blurred. White fairy lights stretch out across the lawn and you see a couple kissing under a marquee. Taking a deep breath, you sit on the steps, the stone cold against the bare skin of your legs.

“Room for an old friend?”

You look up, even though you know who it is. You shuffle along so he can slide in beside you, shivering as the warmth of his thigh presses against yours.

“I meant to grab you sooner, but y’know.” He laughs, looking down at his legs. “Big family, big wedding. Think everybody wanted a piece of me.”

“It’s okay.” You shiver more noticeably, and like a reflex, Bucky has rested his glass on the border and wrapping his suit jacket around your shoulders. You try to profess, insist you’re fine, but he’s having none of it.

Jesus, if your sixteen year old self could see you now. You pull it tighter round yourself, the material soft, the woody scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric.

“I don’t know how the years passed, (Y/N). I kept meaning to... but suddenly I was graduating, and Becca told me you’d got into Yale--good on you, by the way--and now I’ve got this job in the city, and it just...” He looks at you, and for the first time, it doesn’t feel like he’s looking at a little girl anymore. “Happened. And now my baby sister is married. Fucking hell.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Me and Becs used to talk about getting married when we were kids. She always said she wanted to marry Julia Roberts and she’d make their dresses, which come to think of it was probably a sign she wasn’t going to marry a man in the end.”

“Yeah. Certainly sounds like it.” He laughs and fuck, it takes you back, to lying on the grass in the dark and Bucky would point out constellations he’d learnt at school. Just you, and him, because Becca thought space was boring and would rather drink hot chocolate in the house instead. With a grin, he nudges your shoulder with his. “And what about you, huh? Who were you going to marry?”

It’s a good job it’s dark otherwise he’d see how bright your cheeks burned. “Oh. I, uh--I don’t remember. Probably Orlando Bloom. Or something.”

“Orlando Bloom. Right. Good choice.”

His eyes flicker over you again and you fight the urge to meet his gaze, not quite wanting to read it. You allow the quiet to wash over you, tinged by the slow, chilling lull of a Hozier track in the main ballroom.

“I left it too long, didn’t I?” Bucky says, eyes flicking onto the middle distance, “You know...I always wanted to, (Y/N).”

Your brows furrow. “Wanted what?”

“To tell you. Because you’ve always been there, and you didn’t have to be, but you were. When Ma died, you were there. When I left for college, you were there.” He half-smiles, blinking slowly. “I thought I’d tell you then, but Becca was crying and she needed you more than I did.”

“James.” You say his real name softly, your heart about to burst out your rib cage. Because it’s been six years. Six years. You have spent six years desperately trying to get over this boy-who-is-now-a-man and now he’s... It’s on the edge of his tongue, words you’ve always wanted to hear.

Words he’s apparently always wanted to say.

“(Y/N), fuckin’ hell, I’ve been in love with you for so long I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t. And I’m a dumbass for not saying anything sooner, and I want you to know that you don’t owe me anything. I just had to--I felt like if I didn’t tell you now, I’d drag it to the grave with me. Becca’s been moaning at me for almost as long just to...”

You cut off his declarations with your lips, silencing his mouth with a kiss a whole fucking childhood in the making. His hands curl round your face, tugging you closer, fireworks exploding in your gut. You’d probably kiss for a whole lot longer if one of Bucky’s cousins didn’t choose that moment to come out for a cigarette, giving James a whoop and slapping him on the shoulder.

“Okay...” Bucky says, drawing away, “I’m taking that as a sign that my feelings aren’t completely onesided.”

“Dear God, Bucky,” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, “We are both the most oblivious people you could ever meet.”

He kisses you again. And again. And again. Until he stands, running a hand down your arm until it meets your hand.

“It sounds like we both might owe each other a dance.”

The dancefloor is mostly empty by the time Bucky drags you there, high on your own heartbeat and the champagne in the stomach. Instead of wrapping his hands round your waist and pulling you close, he winks and grabs your hands, spinning you round and round and round until you’re so dizzy you can barely stand.

Bucky Barnes has been making you dizzy for most of your existence. You don’t see him stopping anytime soon.

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Unprofessional-Brock Rumlow x Reader (Part 2)

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Tags: @nekoannie-chan @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'Hello! Can I please ask for a part 2 of unprofessional? I really love that one'

Summary: (Y/N) prepares herself for her training with Rumlow, but as they spar, he gets her to rethink if she even wants to be in a relationship after what she's been through.

Part 1

Characters: Brock Rumlow x Reader (made up characters are included)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

(Y/F/C)=Your favourite colour

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, sexual tension, slight violence, fluff

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So I hear that Agent Rumlow is giving you a personal training session?" Director Fury said as we finished going through the agenda for that day.

"Sir?" I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"I had no idea you wanted to improve your physical skills."

"I'm sorry sir, should I have asked for your permission first?"

"No, I just find it strange." he had a smirk on his face.

"Why is that?"

"You're pretty much trained in the field of attacks and defending yourself, so you feel unqualified?"

"No, Agent Rumlow offered me some training. He pointed out that I wasn't aas sharp as I could be after witnessing yesterday's...incident."

"And he said that to you straight after the incident?"

I nodded.

He chuckled."He is a brave man."

My face dropped at his sarcasm, he was enjoying this. He dismissed me, and I returned to my office. I tried to focus on my work, but I couldn't; there were so many spelling mistakes, almost every five seconds, and I was becoming tired of myself doing it over and over again. I knew what was wrong. Brock was on my mind, that man who was so handsome that it should have been illegal. I recalled back to the times where I saw him come back from an intense mission, his face covered in bruising, stitches still fresh with specks of stained blood, but he somehow looked radiant; I would wince when I saw it, just like I would when catching a glimpse of a football game, all those gorgeous men being battered, what a waste.

"Hey," Yasmin, my friend and colleague, knocked on my door,"you having a late lunch today?"

"Hm?" my head darted up.

"You didn't join us today, we tried texting you."

"Oh, sorry. I've been catching up on work. I had lunch at my desk."

"I'm in need of a coffee break, you wanna join?"

I glanced at the clock."Actually Yasmin, I'm afraid I have a prior engagement."

"A prior engagement?"

"Come in and close the door."

She knew I was going to tell her some sort of gossip, and she excitedly shut the door, almost skipping towards the chair opposite my desk.

I couldn't help but laugh at her expression as she waited for me to speak."OK, so you know what happened yesterday?"

"You putting that bitch in her place, yes, I vividly remember the enjoyment."

"Well, Agent Brock Rumlow-"

"Leader of the S.T.R.I.K.E team and only the hardest man to get in the entirety of S.H.I.E.L.D, yes."

I rolled my eyes at her."That man has offered me a one on one training session at three."

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock."Are you serious?!"

I nodded.

"Well, what have you brought to wear?"

"Oh, nothing much, just the skimpiest, shortest dress I have with a plunging neckline for my cleavage, and my stripper heels."

"Oh, shut up! Come on, have you brought your cute (Y/F/C) two piece, gym set?"

"...Of course I did."

Yasmin punched both arms in the air."Yes! Oh my god it's happening. What did I say? What did I say?!"

"Yasmin, you're getting way too excited. I bet he literally just wants to train me. Brock wouldn't go out with a secretary."

"Uh, I'm sorry but a secretary is one of the most sexiest positions out there...and I'm not talking about actual sex, just the fact that men like it-"

"Oh my god stop!" I laughed."I'm not getting my hopes up anyway."

"Oh come on," Yasmin moaned,"he wouldn't have offered this for no reason. He is always busy."

"OK I have to get ready now." I stood, hoping she caught the hint.

She understood."You are definitely getting lunch with me tomorrow, and joining me on all my coffee breaks to tell me everything!"

I laughed as she squealed."I promise I will, as long as I can still walk."

She gasped.

"That wasn't supposed to be sexual!"

Heading to the women's locker room, I changed out of my work clothes, spending way too long looking at myself in the mirror. Should I have a high ponytail or a low one? Which one framed my face better?

"What are you doing?" I mumbled to myself.

What if he really did want to just train me? And what if I was putting in way too much effort? I could walk into the gym and make an idiot of myself, Brock could end up just laughing at me. As I made my way to the gym, I was more and more nervous. He wasn't there yet, but I felt like he was about to jump out at any point.

Once again, I caught my reflection in the surrounding mirrors, turning around to check the back of my body, sticking out my arse slightly.

"You look great, stop worrying." Brock startled me as he swaggered in, wearing a tighter top than usual.

I didn't reply, too embarrassed to even think about an answer.

"You sure you're ready for this?" he smirked.

"You're not going to go easy on me, are you?" I smiled, clasping my hands together so I wouldn't fidget.

"Of course not. But I think you can take it."

He started with a warm up, and I followed, nothing was said but I was grateful for that. I desperately tried to concentrate on myself, but who wouldn't take the risk to watch an insanely fit man working out beside you.

He swiftly grabbed a pair of boxing gloves, explaining how I should properly punch as he put them on me. As we stood in front of the punching bag, I did as I was instructed, blocking out Brock and imagining Victoria's face in front of me. It was evident who I wa thinking about, because Brock stopped me.

"I must say, that's much better than yesterday." Brock said.

"Well, yesterday was a bit more of an impulse." I admitted as I took off the gloves, grabbing a towel and wiping off the sweat.

"True. Your form isn't as bad as I thought it was."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be."

I was surprisingly happy to be slightly red from the workout, a good way to cover up my blushing.

"It's not like your enemies tell you they're about to attack," I pointed out,"it could be at any moment."

He suddenly grabbed my arm and twisted it back behind me."How right you are."

I quickly reacted and kicked his knee in, making him bend slightly. This made it easy for me to flip backwards over his shoulder, kicking him to the ground. As he grabbed my ankle, I straddled him as to not fall onto my back; however, he was too fast for me, and kicked his legs up so flipped over him, landing harshly on my back. There was no time to groan though, as his fist came flying towards me and I blocked it. Both of us managed to get back onto our feet throwing punch after punch, attacking in all corners. But knowing that Brock was much more skilled, he was able to take me down, landing flat on my back again. I tapped his arm as we took a breath, sensing he also wanted this to end.

"That was quite impressive." he panted.

I breathlessly laughed."Thank you. God, I haven't had this much adrenaline since...well actually yesterday."

"You're not as rusty as I thought."

"I'm surprised too. It's been ages since I was actually in the field." I took another deep breath, finally feeling my heart beat slow down."Can I ask you something?"

He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I took it, still surprised by his strength as he easily hauled me to my feet.

He answered my as he grabbed us two water bottles."Go ahead."

"Why did you offer this session? Really?"

He scoffed."You'll just laugh at me."

I took a swig of water, confused by his statement."So it wasn't just to improve my technique?"

"None of us have much of a social life outside of work, right?"

"Right." I dragged out the word.

"So where's the time for personal life? Like...dating?"

How did he seem so confident yet so shy?

"Uh, y-yeah. I suppose we don't."

"I'm fucking useless at this shit." he chuckled to himself.

"Brock," I boldly took a step closer,"of you wanted to ask me out, I would have agreed."

"So this wasn't the best tactic to ask you out?" he joked.

"I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. Come on then, when are you free this week?"

"Actually, I have the weekend off."

"Perfect. I'm sure I can swap my schedules around. Get one of the interns to take over."

"You think Fury is gonna let you do that?"

"I'm secretly his favourite...or at least I think I am. And I haven't had asked for a weekend off in ages."

"It's not something we really do."

Without discussing it, we both headed out of the gym, side by side.

"No, but I'm going to. If the world is ending, they can call the Avengers, we'll be busy."

One of his eyebrows cocked up."If it's the end of the world we really will be busy."

I humorously scoffed at his statement, though didn't reject it. I leaned against the wall next to the locker room door."You really are a brave man."

"You better get this weekend off." he demanded as he started walking backwards, keeping eye contact with me.

"Don't you worry your little head agent." I confidently winked, disappearing into the locker room.

As the door shut, I sprinted to my locker, fumbling with the lock before pulling my bag out of it. I desperately tried to find my phone, almost screaming with joy when I grabbed it. I couldn't unlock it fast enough, quickly pulling up my texts as my fingers tapped away at the screen.

To Yasmin:

You are never going to believe what's happened! Actually you will. But I need you to come to mine and help me pick an outfit...and lingerie xx

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anaboo-thewriter · 4 years

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Reckless (End)

Summary: The Fast and the Furious AU. You’re an undercover cop with a mission to infiltrate a team of street racers responsible for the theft of millions of dollars worth in electronics. However, you didn’t think you would fall for the leader of the team and your target, Bucky Barnes. Now you must make the decision, will you turn Bucky and his team in order to become an FBI agent you’ve always wanted to be, or throw caution to the wind and continue to fall for a criminal?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Holy. Shit. It’s been 2 years since I’ve written this and it has finally ended. Inspiration has a funny way of showing up in unexpected places. Unfortunately, I’m unable to write as much as I’d like to because I’m back in school with a whole new set of rules and priorities. So thank you to all those who stuck around and thank you to newcomers who have enjoyed the ride!

Please reblog and/or comment if you enjoyed it.

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Nat was wheeled back into surgery on a stretcher. The gash on her head was deep enough to receive stitches, and she floated out of consciousness on the way to the hospital. You, Sam, Steve, and Bucky attempted to wait patiently in the waiting room. Steve paced back and forth, chewing on his bottom lip, Sam occupied himself with an old magazine, and Bucky stared you down from across the small area. His jaw was clenched tight, and his foot tapped against the for impatiently. You tried to avert your eyes from him, but every time you glanced at him, guilt consumed more of you.

"James, I'm really sorry about Nat," you couldn't take the silence anymore, and you were trying desperately to make amends. You couldn't stand him being mad at you.

"Are you really sorry about Nat?" Bucky questioned, but you could hear the anger in his tone, "or are you sorry that you got caught being a nark?"

His words stung. "That wasn't my intention, James," You tried to defend yourself.

"Don't call me that. You lost that right when you became Officer Y/L/N," Bucky interrupted you. Your heart dropped and withdrew from the conversation. That was it, you were cut from Bucky's life, and there was no coming back from it.

Sam and Steve looked at you with sad eyes before they returned to what they were doing. The friends you once called family remained loyal to their leader, and it sent a shiver down your spine from the cold shoulder. You were now an outcast. The pit in your stomach grew bigger with guilt. The foundation for the makeshift family was trust and loyalty, and you broke it with one phone call. You didn't want to make the call, but it was the only thing you could do to save Nat. You didn't regret your decision; you just regretted the consequences.

"Mr. Barnes," the doctor came into the waiting room with a small smile on her face. Bucky, Steve, and Sam darted towards her. You lingered in the back to eavesdrop on what she had to say. "Your friend is doing great. No serious injury, other than a few scratches and bruises and a slight concussion. She should be ready to go home soon, though."

"Thank you, doctor. Is it okay if we go see her?" Steve questioned with a sigh of relief. The doctor shook her head and lead the group through the double doors. You trailed behind the group, contemplating on joining them, but you watched as they walked to Nat's room. Steve turned to you with sad eyes, with a small smile on his face. It hurt to look at, but you knew you made the right decision.

You couldn't stand to look at the white walls of the hospital, so you decided to step outside to get some fresh air. The open-air filled your lungs and relaxed your tight muscles from the tense situation. Your mind wandered to your case. Everything pointed to Bucky and the crew, but you couldn't bear to put him in jail. There had to be some way for you to take the heat of them and put on somebody else. It was unethical, but you were willing to do it.

Police sirens drew closer to the hospital, and you knew why they were coming. Before they surrounded the area, you ran back into the hospital. You burst through the double doors and looked through each room until you found the crew.

"Jesus, Y/N, what the hell are you still doing here?" Steve all but screamed.

"No time to explain," you insisted, "you guys need to get out of here,"

Confusion crossed the crew's face before distrust settled. "Why would we believe you now, after you've been lying to us for months," Bucky suspected.

"Bucky, we don't have time for this," you grew frustrated, "In less than 15 minutes, my boss will come through this door and shut this place down looking for you and they will send you to jail,"

"Bucky," Nat softly spoke, "I don't think she's lying about this,"

Bucky's head snapped toward Nat. Her bandage covered her scar, but there was a bruise on her shoulder where her gown had slipped. "You can't be serious, Nat? Before Race Wars, you were so skeptical of her, now you're siding with her. You must have hit your head harder than we thought,"

"Bucky, I know you're feeling betrayed right now, but Y/N wouldn't be risking her job right now to try and save us if she didn't care as much as she does," Nat slowly got on her feet and inched her way to you. She wrapped her arms around you for a tight hug. "Thank you, Y/N," Nat choked out, holding back some emotion, "I don't think I'd be here right now if it weren't for you,"

You were surprised by the embrace, but you gently wrapped your arms around her in return. "Thanks, Nat," you whispered.

"I hate to break up this very sentimental moment," Sam said as Nat, and you broke apart, "but didn't you say that your boss was coming in less than 15 minutes?"

"We're basically sitting ducks here," Steve chimed in, "we need a plan out of here,"

"Leave it to me," you said with a confident smirk.

"Fury!" you called for him, "Fury, I just saw Bucky and his team, they were headed to the roof,"

"Good work, Y/L/N," Fury commended, "They won't get far," He and group of officers ran through the double doors to catch the team.

On their way into the hospital, four nurses in gray scrubs and face masks walked out in confusion. You surveyed the area before walking out of the hospital. Not many officers were in the vicinity, nor were there police cars, marked or unmarked. You didn't encounter any other officers on your way to your vehicle with the four nurses in tow.

"I think this is the end of the line for you guys," you declared.

The nurses took off their masks with a breath. "How did you find these?" Sam asked.

"I don't think you want to know that," you winced. The look of disgust crossed the gang's faces as they were ready to get out of their dirty disguises. You pulled your keys out of your pocket and handed them to Bucky.

"What do you want me to do with those," he questioned.

"It's your 10-second car, you should take it," you simply said.

Bucky reluctantly took the keys from you and whispered, "Thank you." His eyes were soft, with a small shimmer. He was grateful for what you did that it was almost redeemable.

You gave him a small smile, "You guys should really head out before you really get caught,"

"Not so fast," a gruff voice was heard throughout the parking lot. You all turned to see Rumlow, strutting his way over to you. His eye was nearly swollen shut, and his lip still split open from the beating during Race Wars. "I want what's mine, Barnes,"

"We don't owe you shit, Rumlow," Bucky stood between you and Rumlow. Even after your betrayal, he still continued to protect you.

"Bucky, you need to go," you insisted, stepping away from his security, "I can handle this," Bucky started to speak. Still, you commanded him, "Go!"

He let out a disgruntled huff. He ran with the team to your car and drove out of the parking lot.

"Whatcha gonna do now, girly?" Rumlow taunted, "Your team left you, what kind of loyalty is that?"

You put your fists up, ready for a fight. Rumlow lunged forward to grab you, but you dodged and punched him in the ear. He let out a yell in aggravation and tried again, but you went under for a kick in his groin. He winced in pain, taking a knee. You needed to subdue him to get the cuffs on him. You brought your knee back and hit him square in the chin. He fell on his back, knocking him unconscious.

Quickly, you struggled to roll him on his stomach and placed the cuffs on around his wrists. You grabbed your cell phone to make the call to Fury. "Fury, I got the guy you're looking for,"

"What? You said that Barnes was on the roof," Fury said.

"It wasn't Barnes doing the heists. It was Brock Rumlow," you asserted. The tried to make the lie as convincing as you could for now. Bucky and the gang were off to plant the evidence to make the conviction stick. It was the only way to keep Bucky safe. Nobody could know you were framing somebody for a crime they didn't commit. Nobody could know you did this for a criminal street racer. Nobody could know were in love with James Buchanan Barnes.

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 years

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Chapter 2

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader (?)

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her.

A/n :This #### will be used to explain the character’s past.

Warning : Grammar mistakes, since English is not my first language.

Somewhere in Brooklyn.

There’s a female who is taking a nap on the couch. Today’s activity kind of exhausts her because of last night and the unexpected event at the restaurant. She wants to take a nap first before having dinner. But after 10 minutes, her beautiful sleep got distracted.

“(Y/N) !!! (Y/N) !!!”

(Y/N) awakened up from her nap because of the smashing door. She rubbed her eyes with her backhand. When her eyes finally focused, she could see someone standing in front of her.

She lazily asked him, “What’s up, Bambi?”

“Don’t call me with that nickname.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because you have grown up. But Peter Parker, in my eyes, I will always remember the boy who cried asking me for ice cream.” She put on her smirk smile, her hands moving fast to mess up his hair.

He slapped her hand that made her giggle.

“It’s not like I hate you coming to my house? But what’s wrong with that pouted face Peter?”

Peter heavily sighed; this time, he threw his body to the couch. He crossed his arms and pouted.

“Aww, ~~ What's it, partner? If you keep sighing, you will get older.”

“Urgh,” Peter rests his head on her shoulder. “When can I have a job that doesn't relate to guns?”

"You can."

Peter lifts his head to get a look at her. "How?"

"Die first."

"Thanks (Y/N)."

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulder, "You can't get rid of it. It's already in your DNA."

She pinches Peter's cheeks. "Why do you sound sarcastic today?" Usually, every time he came into her house, she could see flowers behind him. Now the background changes into grumpy Squidward.

Peter’s face still on the pillow, he grumbles, "You shouldn’t come to my work today."

"Why not? I'm worried about you."

"Pietro has been asking me about you."

"He knew I'm related to you?" (Y/N) seems surprised.

Peter nodded. "He noticed on my first day."

"He's good."

"But today…. It's not only him." Peter grumbled.

(Y/N) still impressed about Pietro’s instinct, she didn’t hear Peter grumbled since he speaks to soft "What?"

He shook his head "Nothing."

"Are you going to have a sleepover?"

Peter has been living in his place since he graduates from university. Before he said anything (Y/N), grab his hand. "Please… I'm tired eating delivery also instant mac&cheeseeeee~."

Peter shook his head; who would even think a former assassin like (Y/N) could act like a child because of food.

####

To explain the relationship between Peter and (Y/N); both are not related by blood. (Y/N) knew him because of his mother, and she met him when she was an assassin.

And a deadly one.

Why did she leave?

Because of Peter.

Something happened that made (Y/N) choose to burn everything from her past to the ground literally. She made quite a name in the underworld.

####

"Fine." He answered that made (Y/N) raised her arms to cheer.

"But only for today though, because my new housemate is coming." said Peter while he went to the fridge to get some ingredients.

(Y/N) looking at his back, the boy in front of him acts more mature than her. Time moved so fast the first time she met him; he asked her for a piggyback, cried when she didn't give him ice cream and blamed her when he's the one who broke his mother's favorite plate.

And now, he is almost taller than her, independent, better at cooking and moving out from their luxury home.

(Y/N) puts her chin on her palm. "I don't understand why you need to move out." She doesn't want to tell the truth that she misses him.

Peter already started cutting the vegetables. He had a reason why he moved out; somehow (Y/N) past will come to hunt and target her.

####

Peter knew everything about her and saw it. He could live with it, but he couldn't sleep every time he heard a gun, a sound of grunting because of the stabbing, and in the morning, he saw their house destroyed with bullet holes and destroyed furniture.

They have to move a couple of times.

He never saw any blood and dead bodies, (Y/N) top priorities were to get rid of the blood and bodies before he sees it.

Peter knew that she understood his reason why; he could see her teary eyes when he told her he wanted to move out. She felt guilty for all the things he had been going through because of her.

But it takes two to tango. Peter was the one who asked to stay beside her before she dropped him with his aunt May Parker on that day.

What (Y/N) said was right; it’s already in his DNA. Danger always follows him because of his mother.

His mother used to be an assassin like (Y/N) until she met his father. She left everything to build a family together.

But their happy life was cut short; one day, he lost his parents, and that's the first time he saw the dark side of (Y/N) and the first time he knew what revenge is.

####

"I met someone." Peter answer.

"Owww~ My brother is a man now~."

Peter looked at her through his shoulder.

She nodded her head multiple times. "I understand you need privacy."

"But use protection okay?"

"Ugh,(Y/N)!! Seriously…?"

(Y/N) laughed while putting her hands on it defensively. "Sorry, I will stop it."

After 30 minutes, both of them finally eat dinner together.

"Someone else beside Pietro also asked about you."

"Hmm."

"You knew who it was don't you?"

(Y/N) winked at him.

She knew it must be Steve because it is obvious he tries to flirt with her, and she gave him her phone number. She made a program if someone put specific keywords along with her fake name, she would get notified. (Y/N) only tell her real name to someone that she could fully trust.

She must admit he almost got her, with the help from Starks, the other genius, but she's better at hiding.-

"You planned to make him more curious about you right?"

"You're getting smarter Peter." (Y/N) want to meet Steve once again. Today the moment she saw his face, it looked like a cheesy chick flick movie.

She could replay the moment he approached her. And when he tried to be cool to say 'Hi' but failed, that was cute.

(Y/N) wasn’t planning to stay long at the restaurant today but she has to because she’s worried about Peter. Last night both of them went out to get dinner when they had back her old enemy try to target her. It failed since (Y/N) is much more powerful, but Peter’s shoulder got hit.

He said he was fine, but her heart clenched when she saw the blue bruise on his shoulder. Peter is a stubborn boy; he doesn’t want to make her worried. But she is; that’s why she chooses to stay to make sure he’s alright.

She didn’t regret staying since she met a gorgeous man today. Perhaps cupid plays its part.

Peter added, "He's a good boss, don't shock him."

"You make me look like a cold hearted bitch." (Y/N) scoffed.

Peter sighed. "The time when you were with Billy Russo?"

"It was brief, but we are cool."

"It's hard to believe when he sent his Anvil team to get you."

"Because of me, he learned that his team was weak. He even sent a letter thanking you and said let's meet again."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head; he wishes he wishes the best for Billy.

"The time with August Walker?"

"To be fair, I betrayed him, but hey, we got a free helicopter."

"Zemo?"

"Both of us agreed to break up, and he ended up married with his true love. Happy ending."

Peter sighed "(Y/N); the reason why I'm saying this is because everytime you broke up with your boyfriend, they would come after you." The aftermath is always messy.

"I love this job, and my new friend. Please don't mess this up." He makes it clear since he liked his new workplace; the first time he came for the interview, he knew something different.

####

How Peter ended up working in Steve Rogers’s business?

Peter’s previous boss closed the restaurant to enjoy retirement with his wife. He recommended Peter to try at Rogers.

Rogers restaurant has been known as a prestigious dining place. He thought his chance was small, but it turned out he passed with flying color. Wanda was impressed by the way he could keep up with her work ethic.

After working a few days, he realized Rogers is not just a regular restaurant.

Pietro interrogated him to get some info about (Y/N), and one more obvious reason he saw a gun under Vision blazer, why would a manager own a gun? Why?

Then (Y/N) told him the truth that his boss is a famous mobster in Brooklyn.

Peter sighed when he heard that; he thought he could start living like an average person.

####

"You knew me Peter." She put down the knife and fork, then sipped a glass of red wine.

"I'll listen to you. Besides, I quite like him."

Peter widened his eyes "You mean genuine like him right? Without any agenda?"

(Y/N) nodded, "Maybe he could be your future brother in law."

Peter immediately shivered to imagine Steve became his family. "Let's not think to far (Y/N)."

Unlike Peter, someone else already thinks of it.

Somewhere far away, in a secret mansion where Steve and others gathered.

Three of them sit around the table; Bucky and Sam were nervous while Steve is playing with the dagger.

Natasha is furious. "I knew someday Rumlow will make a fuss at our area and make a big mess. But what I don't understand is why I got a call from the fixer and then the interior design telling me they want an extra payment because we asked them to finish in a month?"

She already anticipated the surprise attack from Brock since he replaces Pierce. It’s nothing new for them.

She noticed that Steve doesn’t listen to her complaints "Did Brock hit Steve's head? It looks like he’s not listening to me.”

Sam bumped Bucky’s elbow to talk to his wife.

Bucky cleared his throat because his seat is near to her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Honey, Uhm… so today, something else happened."

Natasha listened what her husband whispered to her, what she hear made her gasped "Pietro!! Bring out the vodka !!" She called out their favorite bartender.

"Wake him up," Nat told her husband, her head pointed at Steve.

Bucky threw a french fries from his plate at Steve.

It hit Steve’s cheeks, successfully got his attention. He realizes Natasha sits in front of him, and Pietro serves them vodka.

Sam shook his head; he silently murmured his boss also, his best friend is in lovesick right now.

"Ooh, something to celebrate?"

"Little white wolf told me you got lovestruck today?"

Bucky’s hand covers his red cheeks when his wife mentions his nickname while Sam pretends not to hear it.

"Yes." Steve admitted.

"Congrats.” Natasha smirked while asking him, “So... she's the reason why you want our restaurant to reopen next month?"

"Correct."

"Ow, interesting."

“What makes her unusual was, she’s the only guest that didn’t run when the fight happens.” Bucky said.

“She’s the one who gave him that dagger.” Sam added.

“And, we couldn’t find anything about her even with the help from Starks.”

Bucky and Sam told her everything; they told her with excitement like they found a discovery.

Natasha was immensely impressed when she heard that “Can’t wait to meet her.”

They wish Steve could find someone that can accept who he is. In the last relation he had, they tried to change him by asking him to leave the mobster. It ended up badly, making Steve became bitter about everything.

If this woman not afraid to see what happened today, perhaps she could accept who Steve is.

"Me too." Said Steve, his lips could reach his eyes. His eyes are still looking at the dagger, thinking that he has to impress her the next time they meet.

A/N: Dum Dum dum~~~~

The female reader turned out to be a retired assassin. At first, I want to make the reader be Peter’s godmother, but I don’t want her to be that old, so I change it to stepsister.

Thank you for all the likes, my new follower and for repost. I really appreciate it.

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>>>Chapter 3

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thebestpersonherelovesbucky · 4 years

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People are Alike All Over Part 3

For @whumptober2020

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

Summary: Nightmares, therapy, aftermath.

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Bucky hears a noise.

He knows that noise.

The key pitched beeping of the keypad lock of his cage.

Bucky smells something.

He knows that smell.

The feed that they force him to eat, shoved into his mouth by the rough, uncaring hands of his handler.

Bucky feels something heavy around his neck.

He knows that feeling.

The collar they locked around his neck.

Bucky’s too afraid to open his eyes again. He knew it’d been too good to be true. There was no rescue. He’s still here. In this godforsaken alien zoo. Naked and on display for entertainment. He shivers. Trembles. Whimpers.

Rumlow is here for him. The man who’s in charge of his training, who beats Bucky if he doesn’t obey, who forces him to do tricks for visitors. He’s going to make him eat that disgusting feed. He’ll mock him.

The bucket lands next to Bucky. Tears slip out of his closed eyes. He wants to plead to a God he’s sure has turned His back on him to take him away from here. Even if that means death. But they won’t let him escape. Not even by taking his own life.

“Did you really think we would let you escape?” Rumlow asks, lips right against Bucky’s ear. “You are ours. Our pathetic little asset. You will never leave here.”

Bucky smothers down a sob. He can’t do this anymore; he just can’t. It’s too much. It’s just too much and he needs it to end.

“Please,” Bucky cries. Stupid. So stupid; he knows that speaking is met with pain, but he can’t help it. “No more. Please, no more.”

“Time to wake up, human.”

“No.” Bucky squeezes his eyes tighter. All this misbehavior is bound to be punished, but he can’t stop himself. “Please. Please. Please.”

“Bucky--”

“No. No, no. No!”

“--come on, wake up.”

Hands land on Bucky’s shoulders and shake. They’re going to hurt him again, he knows it, but he just goes on crying and screaming and begging for them to leave him alone.

“Oh, God, please, let me go! Please!”

“Bucky, baby, come on, open your eyes!”

Someone’s using his name. Bucky doesn’t understand; they don’t use his name. They don’t even acknowledge the fact that he’s a sentient creature. A person with emotions and complex thought and an identity. They took that from him. All of it. Bit by bit.

“Shit, c’mon, baby.” There’s a hand at his cheek. Soft. Tender. Cupping it in strength but safety. “Bucky, sweetheart, you have to wake up. Please. Open your eyes for me.”

It takes hearing his name for a second time for Bucky to realize that he’s not actually saying anything. All he’s doing is screaming at the top of his lungs while someone cups the back of his head and shakes him.

The screaming doesn’t stop, but Bucky does start to pry open his eyes. They’re wet and blurry with tears. What he can make out of the ceiling…it’s not the ceiling of his cage. Not that cold, hard stone. Overhead is plaster. Painted blue. Sky blue with big fluffy clouds. Bucky has a perfect view of it since his head is tilted all the way back. Not just any clouds. They form words.

You’re Safe, Bucky.

“That’s it, that’s right, baby, look at the ceiling. Read the words. You’re safe, Bucky. You’re in a recovery room in a facility in upstate New York.”

New York. Yes, right. That’s right. Things begin to fall into place, the fog of terror lifting and leaving Bucky’s mind a little clearer. He’s in a soft, comfortable bed, his weight being supported by someone else since his body feels limp and weak.

“Bucky, can you look at me? Can you say something?”

His head is coaxed back up and his eyes land on the one holding him. Steve. Steve Rogers is holding him, and somewhere in the back of Bucky’s mind he knows that’s right. Unfortunately, his brain seems to be misfiring and he couldn’t respond. Too many thoughts all at once.

The room spins around him in dizzying circles. Fire burned through his lungs and he kept gasping for air. He couldn’t breathe. His heart desperately tried to break through his rib and burst from his chest. His cheeks were stained wet with teartracks. Tears continued to drip from his chin.

“Okay. Okay, Bucky, you’re having a panic attack,” Steve says, gently petting a hand over Bucky’s hair and then reaching to the side for something. An oxygen mask. “This will help you breathe; it’s gonna fit over your mouth and nose, and I’ll hold it in place for you. Okay? Blink once if you understand me.”

A panic attack.

Has he ever had a panic attack before? He can’t recall. It then dawns on Bucky that Steve’s asked him to do something. If Bucky doesn’t listen and obey in a timely manner, he’ll be punished. Or, wait, no, maybe it’s not Steve who punishes him. It’s Rumlow.

Rumlow isn’t here. Steve is. And Steve is holding Bucky and trying to comfort him and offering him oxygen to help him breathe. Steve won’t hurt him. Bucky shuts his eyes tight to blink once and let Steve know that he understands him.

“There you go,” Steve murmurs as he slips the oxygen mask of Bucky’s face. “Breathe in deep, honey.”

Through his nose, Steve instructs and then counts as Bucky’s inhales, tells him to hold his breath for a few seconds before allowing him to release it. As he continues doing that, Steve lifts up his other hand.

“I’m gonna put this hand over your fingers,” he explains. “All I’m gonna do is rub your knuckles. Just concentrate on that feeling, okay? Can you do that?”

Remembering his orders, Bucky knows that proper way to respond to that is the blink for yes. Or, wait. No, not orders. Steve doesn’t give him orders. Steve requests things from him. Asks for permission before touching. Which is why that hand is still up. He’s waiting for Bucky to let him know it’s okay to place it down over Bucky’s.

Somewhere in the corner of his mind, blocked by the fear that he’s going to do something wrong and be in trouble for it and wake up back in his cage, Bucky knows that it’s also appropriate to nod in answer. Since he can’t quite manage that right now, he blinks again, and Steve slowly lowers his hand. Bucky immediately recognizes the touch. That soft, tender way Steve’s thumb runs over his knuckles. Just as he said.

“That’s it,” Steve says. “You’re doing so good, Bucky. Just keep breathing, nice and deep. Feel my hand in yours. That’s real. This is real. You’re safe. This will pass.”

Little by little, bit by bit, Bucky’s breathing starts to slow. His heartbeat gradually evens. The trembling comes to a stop. A few shivers run up his spine and through his limbs. That, he thinks, is from the chill in the air. Steve must notice it too since he pulls the covers around him.

Now that Bucky’s starting to settle, Steve removes the oxygen mask from his face and sets it aside somewhere else. Things are also starting to clear in Bucky’s mind. He remembers everything. Even the things he wishes he’d forget forever.

Bucky remembers going to bed one night and waking up on a metal table. Realizing halfway through that nightmare that he’d been abducted. Not by people. Not by some horrible, evil human--which would be bad enough--but by aliens. Extraterrestrial beings that, up till that horrifying moment, had been nothing but a scary story. The monsters kids told stories about trying to scare each other and Hollywood made movies about and some people claimed to be real.

At that time, Bucky’d been so sure that no one had ever really been abducted. People who claimed to have been were experiencing something that could be explained away rationally. Bucky even laughed at the idea.

Not so much at the idea of being alone in the world. He’d always imagined there might be other life forms out there. Just not to the extent that he now knows. And certainly not beings that went around collecting life from other planets.

It'd actually taken Bucky quite some time to really believe that he’d been abducted by aliens. He desperately searched for a more rational reason to explain whatever the fuck had been happening.

After a while, though…after hearing them talk about him like he had no reasoning skills or complex thought, after being “trained”, after the beatings and experiments and mistreatment, Bucky finally realized there was no other explanation. There was no hope. If his family and friends were looking for him, they’d never find him.

Turns out, no one had even been looking for him yet.

That’s because Bucky had been taken to a planet in the Black Eye Galaxy, approximately seventeen million lightyears away from home. Each day on their planet is only about an hour in Earth time. The five and a half months Bucky spent in the zoo was only about a week to everyone else, and as an engineering student, particularly a bookworm like Bucky, he was prone to disappearing for days at a time to study.

In fact, the first person who even realized there might be something wrong was his classmate and friend, Shuri, who noticed his week-long absence from class. When her visits to his room and calls went unanswered, she tried getting in touch with their other friends. Of course, none of them had heard from or could get in touch with him either.

Before anyone could panic, S.H.I.E.L.D., an international covert government agency, intercepted a message from their intergalactic division about their most recent mission, including the discovery of one human being.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury, quickly devised a cover story. Not one that involved alien abductions. Apparently, the story they threw together in just a few hours, or maybe it’s the one they have on hand, is that Bucky had tuberculosis.

Both a feasible and workable lie. Gave Bucky some time to start recuperating before even attempting an actual conversation with someone.

He still isn’t great with that, even these six months later, but he’s getting better.

“Bucky?”

Eyes flicking from the ceiling to Steve, Bucky tries to focus on him. On Steve Rogers, or, as he’s known to his team, Captain America. Recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. for his brain, Steve was selected by a brilliant scientist, Dr. Erskine, for an experimental procedure that made him what he is now.

The serum has enhanced both his body and mind, and Steve joined the Intergalactic Task Force after Dr. Erskine was killed by a Life Model Decoy that infiltrated from unknown origins.

To be honest, Bucky doesn’t really give a shit about any of that. Whatever made Steve the way he is now and whoever the fuck S.H.I.E.L.D. is and whoever the Intergalactic Task Force does…they got Bucky out of that hellhole.

They’ve also given him a therapist who deals with these kinds of trauma. She’s helping him with his PTSD. There are support groups, too. Other victims of varying types of abductions that come together to talk about their experiences. No one’s ever told a story like Bucky’s. Bucky hasn’t shared his with them either.

Maybe one day.

“Tired…” Bucky whispers, and the word, as soft as it is, produces a smile from Steve. Bucky likes it when Steve smiles. He’s very beautiful. He’s always been beautiful.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures him, opening his arms and allowing Bucky to fall into them. “That took a lot out of you. But you did it. You’re okay.”

Bucky nods at this comfort, finding some contentment and safety in Steve’s soft voice and strong presence. He doesn’t know what they are. If there’s even a word for it. Steve hasn’t gone back into the field since he brought Bucky home. Bucky feels safe with him and he’s promised not to leave as long as Bucky wants him to stay.

“Steve?” Bucky clings to Steve’s shirt.

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Can they find me?”

They’ve been over this before. Over and over and over. But no matter how many times he’s assured by all different people -- Steve, his therapist, Sam or Carol or Tony when they return from missions -- Bucky’s still not convinced.

After all, all he did was go to bed and then everything went to hell.

If they found him once, they can find him again.

Right?

“No, Bucky,” Steve says and then grazes the scar on the side of Bucky’s neck with the tip of his finger. “See? We took the tracker out of you. And the two poachers have been arrested and the zoo shut down. They’re being held by the Nova Corps.”

The intergalactic police task force that S.H.I.E.L.D. works alongside.

“You’re…you’re sure?”

“Yes. You’re under our protection. No one would dare touch you again.”

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Bucky can only hope.

***

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

That’s got to be at least the hundredth time Steve’s asked. It’s sweet, in a way. How protective he is. But Bucky sighs as he suits up and puts his weapons together. He’s waited three years to get here. His first mission with the task force.

There’s no turning back now.

“Yes, Steve.” Bucky shoves a magazine into his gun. “I’ve passed every test.” Physical and psychological. “They’ve cleared me for active duty. I’m doing this.”

“I know you’re cleared for duty,” Steve says. “I just wanna make sure--”

“I’m sure, babe.” Bucky grabs him by the shirt and tugs him in for a kiss. “You’re not gonna talk me out of it.”

“I know, I know.” He sighs. “If you need this…I’m with you.”

Bucky doesn’t know if this will give him the catharsis he’s looking for or if it will even heal him a little more. All he knows for certain is that there are other places out there. Places that have people -- human and alien alike -- in captivity and in horrendous conditions. Bucky refuses to leave them there to suffer.

And with Steve and the rest of the team by his side, Bucky will do his part in making the universe safer.

One mission at a time.

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #whumptober2020 #No. 18 #panic attacks #paranoia #alien abduction #suicidal thoughts #hopeful ending #part 3 of 3

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thefrenchyavenger · 4 years

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He/She sees you for the first time (part 2)

Wanda :

« Who’s taking care of the interrogation ? » Asked Wanda, following Steve closely.

« y/n, she’s trustworthy and the best in her field, don’t worry »

« Can I watch ? »

« Of course, it’s always a good show » Smiled the super soldier.

As soon as you entered the room, Wanda’s attention was on you. The way you were carrying and expressing yourself was … hypnotizing. You were talking calmly but with force, you didn’t show any expressions to the man in front of you, one of Rumlow’s men. You were playing with him, making him believe that he had the power when in reality, you were pulling the strings and leading the conversation.

Wanda felt as if she was under a spell, your spell, she was too scared of breaking the speed by moving or talking.

« How do you know her ? »

« She’s been there for me after I woke up from the ice, she’s a close friend and I trust her with my life » Answered Steve.

« What’s her job ? »

« She’s a profiler, among many things. Why ? »

« Nothing. Could you introduce us ? »

« Of course »

Natasha :

Actually, the first time Natasha knew you existed wasn’t by seeing you. She heard you. She heard you during one of her missions. Generally, Natasha worked without receiving any help or anything, but this time because she was working with a team, she had you in her ear. You were guiding her … well them, telling them when people were coming.

So the first time she heard you was when you saved her life. You prevented her from being shot at. So, when she heard the voice who saved her, her first thought was that you must be have been an angel.

Pietro :

The first he saw you was very brief. He was running … as usual, but then he saw you and didn’t stop running, which drove him to run into a wall ! It was the first time it ever happened ! Intrigued by the noise you went out to see what it was, but Pietro had already disappeared behind the same wall he ran into !

It was the first time he saw you at the Stark tower, He’d heard of you but had never met you or even saw you. You had been personally hired by Tony to help him with a few projects for Stark Industry. It meant that you were a wealthy genius … basically Tony but without the ego issues, the alcohol and the partys. Pietro could see the kindness on your face, the cleverness in your eyes. According to him, he never saw anyone as beautiful as you.

Doctor Strange :

The first time Stephen saw you was at the conference you were giving at the hospital he was working in. You came to introduce a new medical procedure for the surgeons, something revolutionary. He was impressed and honestly, he needed a lot to be impressed. If he had to be completely honest, he didn’t listen to a word you said, all of his attention had been on your lips and the ways it moved when you were talking.

He had watch your eyes shining with intelligence, curiosity but also with a bit of mischief. You had played with the audience and with his attention. You made everybody believed you were average, but he had seen through you, you were nothing but common. At the end of your presentation, he had learned your name through one of his colleague, He had tried to run after you, but he was too late. He saw you leave in a car with a funny logo, an eagle ?

Peter.P :

« Hey Peter ? » Said Ned.

« hum ? »

« Look ! It’s Tony Stark’s daughter ! »

« What ?! » Shouted Peter, trying to spot you in the crowd.

When Peter saw you, he felt his heart leaving his chest. You were … wow … He felt as if he was on a different planet. He was ready to throw his heart at you without regrets.

« We could introduced ourselves » Proposed Ned.

« Are you crazy ?! What should we say to her ?! »

« I don’t know … We could start with hello ? »

« Are you out of your mind ?! If Mister Stark learns about this I am dead ! »

Peter.Q :

The first time Peter saw you was on a planet, not too far from Asgard. You were walking with Thor who, months before, asked you if you were interesting in visiting Asgard and the univers. Having Thor as a best-friend had its perks.

So, Peter who was looking for his target, saw you walking in front of him, without even seeing him ! He couldn’t see anything but you, everything faded around him. You were dressed as an Asgardian but he had this feeling that you were not one of them. When he saw you leave, he decided to learn more about you. He had this feeling about you, he didn’t know what it was, but there was something intriguing.

Scott :

The first time Scott saw you was on TV, during the fight against Ultron. He remembered looking at Ultron like a kid would in front of a real life Transformer. But then he saw you being kicked, hurt buy one of these robots before you sent it flying all the way across the city ! Cassie had asked him what was going on when she saw him with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

Scott didn’t know how to react so he kept watching, day after day he watched the news, trying to learn what was known about you. He only had one idea in mind, meeting you. He felt like a kid who wanted to meet his idol, his super-hero, which you were !

#avengers x reader #mcu #marvel #scott lang #antman #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #black widow #doctor strange #stephen strange #peter quill #peter parker #spiderman #xreader #Reader

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the-omni-princess · 5 years

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Frozen Heart [Chapter 12]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: After the war against Hydra, King Bucky comes home to take what has been promised to him since he was young, you. But he is not the same person as the young boy that you grew up with. Can she break through his tough shell and bring back the young man she once fell in love with? Or will she be forced to marry the monster everyone thinks he’s become?

Word Count: 3.1K

Pairing: King!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Royalty Au!)

Warnings: Torture, violence, language, ANGST, blood, injuries, major and minor character death, GORE, a hint of fluff

A/N:

Honestly some nasty stuff in the death and blood department. If that’s not your cup of tea, I can give you the rundown without the gore.

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since you had shut those stupid doors to save him. Bucky had become a shell again, cold lifeless eyes, the only emotion that would show being anger. Steve hadn't seen him like that since his parents died. Steve had already told everyone that when it came down to it, fight, survive, and stay out of Bucky's way. He knew his best friend would tear into anyone that got in his way. Aurora and Raine had also been getting restless, as had Dermot. They knew something was up, as they hadn't seen you in weeks.

The troops from multiple kingdoms were ready and had started pushing Hydra forces back out of their own respective counties, but they couldn't figure out where they had taken you. New flash drives showed up, and Bucky watched every single one, letting the guilt wash over him as he saw them hurt you. Steve sat beside him, feeling guilt despite not even being in the same country when they took you. No. When you let them take you. Steve knew you better than that. He knew you must have seen something for the rash decision, and his suspicion was confirmed by Natasha after both Kings broke down in the War Room. "Seeing her scream again isn't going to do anything, Buck," The blonde looked towards his best friend, both sharing an equally pained look. Torturing yourself won’t help you. He wanted to say, but he knew better.

"There's literally nothing to do. I watered the plants in her greenhouse, so they wouldn't die. Checked in on Raine and Aura and Dermot, all three aren't doing well without her. Troops are ready to move the second we need them too, but we don't have a location. I'm missing something in these, I know it. They changed locations again and these videos are more recent. I'll figure it out." His eyes locked onto the figure of you on the screen, this time with a knife being pressed into your side, dangerously close to your stomach. As you screamed in pure agony, Bucky felt his heart drop, and yet he re-watched the video, over and over and over again.

Steve paused the video, sighing, exhausted from the lack of sleep. "Is there anything else, any clue she could have left?" He could see the flashes of emotions running through Bucky’s face. The guilt, shame, grief, fury, then finally a small glimpse of hope.

Bucky saw something. It was random, small and unnoticeable, but the way you tapped your fingers against the metal chair looked familiar. He gasped, clawing out of the chair and pressing play on the remote as he ripped it from Steve's hands. His eyes bore into your fingers, and Steve saw his friend smile for the first time in weeks. "Gods, she's an absolute genius!" He cried out, already shooting a text in the group chat for everyone to meet in the War Room.

Steve looked up at him, confused, "Care to explain?"

Nat was the first through the door, Wanda and Sam at her heels just as Bucky started to write out letters on a piece of paper. Steve moved beside him, and it clicked. "Morse code!" The room started to fill with the diplomats, Shuri glancing through the other videos to see you tapping more messages.

"She picked up a Morse code book in October, I knew she was learning but gods she picked it up fast," Bucky mumbled, rushing through an explanation. You had been giving them any information you realized, all through taps against the very chains that binded you. It was then Scott ran in, another flash drive in hand. Everyone in the room paled as they saw it, they knew their deadline to a decision was rapidly approaching.

Scott plugged the drive in, not waiting for instruction to start the video. You looked absolutely terrible still, yet with the new revelation of your secret messages, Bucky didn't focus on your new wounds, but the taps your fingers were giving. You were in a new space, and the video looked recent by the stages the bruises on your body were in.

Bucky scribbled out the last letter, just as the video started to replay. He stopped it, a wicked grin lighting up his features. "Call the troops to arms, I know exactly where they have her." Aurora looked up from her spot by the fire, sensing Bucky's mood shift as her ears perked up. "That is one spot they had me. She found my scratches on the cell wall, I used to draw on the cell walls to pass time, and she has been tapping exactly what place she's in." He tossed the paper in the middle of the table. The words spelt out 'Second Star 2 the Right.' At second glance to every paper written there they all had a description of some engraving written in them.

"So, who's coming to fight?" Steve spoke up; it was obvious both he and Bucky would be going. Natasha, Wanda, and Sam all stood at the same time. Choruses of "Me," "I will," and an enthusiastic "Lets kick Hydra's butt!" From Tony, all present at the table stood, ready to fight.

Aurora yipped, standing beside Bucky, he rubbed her ears, "Let's bring her home, Aura."

It was dark, that's all you really knew. A new cell, this one was a bit nicer than most others, because you knew something your captors didn't. You ran you hand against the wall, finding the two stars carved into the stone, it made you smile. Second star to the right and straight on ‘till morning. Bucky's favorite story as a child was Peter Pan, and even in the face of torture, he clung onto the story. And Hydra, in their sick and twisted minds, thought it would be perfect to toss you into the cage that once held your fiancé.

Rumlow stormed in, and you winced from the sudden influx of light. "Let’s go princess," he dragged you up, roughly grabbing onto your shoulder. You limped as you were hauled, being pushed in front of him and now in front of Alexander Pierce. His hand clamped onto your arm, jerking you in front of him as he pressed a dagger to your stomach. As someone pounded onto the door, you realized you just became a human shield. Metal hit against the metal door and your heart jumped up to your throat. Bucky.

The door finally gave way, blowing straight off its hinges. Bucky stood there, in a navy-blue uniform stained in red, you realized a second later he was wearing his Howling Commandos uniform. He wanted to be seen from a mile away. Growling brought your attention to the white wolf at his feet. Aurora had blood coating her snow-white fur, her haunches back, and golden eyes focused onto the knife against you. Steve was right behind Bucky, but you could only tell that due to the red and blue of his uniform reflecting off of Bucky's metal arm.

"Well I'd say this is a lovely reunion, but my dead men outside would beg to differ," Rumlow spoke just behind you, using you as a shield as well. They must have been caught off guard, neither men that held you had a gun, unlike the two men at the door.

"Let her go, and I'll kill you both quickly," Bucky growled, voice low, teeth bared. This was a side of Bucky you'd only heard the stories of. The Winter Soldier, The White Wolf. Cold, calculating, lethal. He looked every part like the fearsome feral wolf coming to exact revenge like in the stories you two used to read when you were younger about his Kingdom’s mythologies.

The knife dug a little deeper into your side, making you gulp faintly. Bucky’s eyes glanced towards it for a split second before shooting back at your captors. The blue in his eyes looked more like ice than normal, and that’s when you started to fully take him in. The slight puffiness in his cheeks, dark sunken circles around his eyes, his chestnut hair grown out a bit more, a gruffy beard back in place. He had not been taking care of himself in your absence. You wanted to rush forward and hold him, tell him you were alright, that he was alright, that everything would be okay. Yet the dagger against your womb held you still, the silent threat enough to give you pause. It wasn’t just you anymore, you would have to be more careful than reckless.

“I’m not a fool, you killed every last man outside. We, and the Princess will be leaving. I don’t know how you found us, but the rest of my armies are on their way. Try anything and my hand just might slip.” Pierce’s voice made you wince, the vibrations as he held you against his chest made your stomach turn.

“I told them,” you spat out, a wicked grin curling your busted lip up. You looked a little worse for wear, and you were terribly faint, the man behind you having to practically hold your weight just to keep you standing, but you were not helpless. A week into your torture is when you finally found your escape route, and promptly planned for this exact moment. You weren’t foolish enough to believe it would be easy, however, you knew you could use a few things to your advantage. Surprise, adrenaline, and your own will to survive.

“What do you mean you told them? You’ve been chained up in a cell the past two weeks!” Rumlow sounded off, the surprise in his voice was not hidden well.

You managed a weak chuckle, your voice hoarse from weeks of screaming and crying and pain yet you pushed that away to increase your breathing. “You didn’t just underestimate them,” Your heart rate was increasing, the steady beat turning erratic as your heart practically pounded against your chest. Your vision tunneled as your pupils dilated, your body tensing like a viper about to strike. This wasn’t just a fight for your own survival, but a fight to save the life growing in you. To save your family.

Bucky, ever the observant, was practically on the same wavelength as you. He had a wicked smirk on his lips, pride running through his eyes as you two locked eyes; he watched as you kicked your knees out from under you. Already weak from lack of food or water and the torture, it was easy to fall onto your knees, ignoring the searing pain that radiated up your knees from hitting the concrete hard, your thin clothes given to you by Hydra did nothing to protect you. The movement caught Pierce off guard, and he went tumbling forward as he tried to catch you to shield himself, eyes wide as the momentum made him topple over. In his haste to catch you and then catch himself before he fell onto his face, he dropped his dagger. He fell right onto his knees, and right in front of Bucky and staring down the bared teeth of a wolf.

You lurched forward, grabbing the dagger and you didn’t hesitate to throw it blindly behind you. It sunk into Rumlow’s thigh with a sick gush of blood. He yelped in surprise, tripping backward onto his ass. You smirked, tired and in pain, but now so close to freedom. “You also underestimated me.”

Pierce growled, reaching to grab onto you before he was pulled up by his collar by Bucky. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His wolfish smile set with the timbre of his gruff voice sent a shiver down your spine. If you weren’t already on your knees, you’d probably fall onto them anyway at the sound of his voice. Pierce was tossed onto the floor, Bucky taking a tentative step towards you as Steve grabbed onto Pierce, both men looking at the disgraced king with disgust and pure malice. He couldn’t be killed right away; his death would have to wait until the newly dubbed Avengers outside knew what to do with the rest of the Hydra lands and it’s starving people.

Your knees buckled, the rush of fight-or-flight leaving your system, the adrenaline parting, causing your body to speed up again. You fell forward onto your hands, still dazed as your vision blurred. Bucky rushed forward but he was too slow, still a few steps away from you as Rumlow lurched towards you, recovering from the shock of the dagger still lodged into his thigh. A low growl set off as you saw a flurry of white launch at the man. His screams echoed in the room as Aurora ripped into the hand that came too close to you, and as you looked over you could see the blood gushing from his wrist, and you knew the pale white splotch in the wound was his exposed bone, splintered as wolf teeth gnawed into it. You placed a hand on Aurora’s hide, the wolf instantly releasing her death grip on the now defenseless man to sit beside you with a whimper. You wrapped your fingers around the dagger in Rumlow’s thigh, turning it, a revolting sense of satisfaction filling you as he howled in pain. “You are all idiots. I’ve been sending them messages through Morse Code for a week, and you were too busy getting yourself off to small cuts in my skin to even notice. You may have weakened me, but I’m a phoenix princess, and when I’m reborn through the ashes, I’ll be the Wolf Queen.” You twisted the dagger once more, snarling as the man looked up at you in shock and horror.

“Why wait, Princess? You could have killed us all before we pumped that blue stuff in you to weaken you.” Rumlow tried to put on a brave face, but he trembled, seeing you flash him a wolfish grin, the ice in your eyes as you regarded him as he clung to his bleeding and barley attached right hand.

“There are a thousand men outside these walls. I am not foolish enough to believe I could have fought them all, so instead, I out smarted you all.” With the last bit of your strength, you yanked the dagger lodged into his thigh out, blood spurting out instantly. You tilted you head, watching the blood pool around him, you had hit his femoral artery. “You’ll die. Alone, afraid, with no one to help you. Just like how your own people die every day in your kingdom.” You swallowed, your dry throat made the words hoarse, but you still spoke, letting revenge and anger cloud your mind. Your mind finally caught onto sanity just as Rumlow’s body hit the floor, his life seeping away from him. The dagger clinked against the concrete as it fell from your hands, blood coating the thin fabric around you that left little to the imagination, blood dripping down your hands. The still somewhat sane part of your mind felt sick that you could kill this man that lay dying on the ice-cold ground. Yet, you made your peace with it. It was necessary. It was survival.

Slowly, the clouds in your mind dispersed, becoming aware of the wolf whose head was in your lap, feeling the vibrations of her whining softly to get your attention. Big arms were around your shoulders, filling your chest with warmth and love. Bucky. Your Northern Star. Slowly regaining your senses one by one, your hearing was next, hearing Aurora’s whines as you ran your blood-soaked hands through her fur without thought, hearing Bucky’s words in your ear. He sounded pained, relieved, joyful even as he whispered pet names and sweet nothings. “Y/n/n? Doll? Come back to me, My Love.” That was the catalyst to the rest of your senses flooding you.

Bucky came back into focus, hands moving to cup your face gently. You could see the fresh wave of tears in his eyes as he looked at you like you hung the very moon in the sky every night. You could taste the cooper of blood in your mouth as you licked your dry lips, salt from your own tears made you realize you were crying as well.

You could smell the metal and blood and gun powder off of him, and something else. It was faint, but you could smell a hint of your favorite cologne on him. That sent more tears careening down your cheeks; he was here. He was really here. His smile lit up his face, seeing the recognition and life glimmer back into your eyes. “There’s my girl. My Queen, My Love, My World, My Star” his voice broke, and despite the weariness pulling at your bones, you pressed your hand against his cheek. The faint move smeared blood onto his cheek, but he leaned into your touch, letting his eyes close as he gathered the courage to move or speak again. “Let’s bring you home, doll,” he whispered softly against your palm. “Both of you,” he added, his flesh hand resting against your stomach.

In a swift move he picked you up bridal style. Frail, you couldn’t even cling onto him. You felt pathetic, but you didn’t really care, you were finally safe. Burying your face into his chest sent a warmth through you, making you smile dimly. “I love you,” you murmured quietly, now safe, your mind was at ease, tugging you towards the sleep that had evaded you for weeks.

“I love you too.” He kissed your head with pure adoration, clinging onto you as his life depended on it. You fell asleep easily in his arms, finally coming home. You didn’t see as he stepped over more than one mangled corpse on his way out, Steve right behind him tugging a tied up and frankly terrified Pierce. Aurora stayed at Bucky’s heels, never straying as they left the building.

Pierce glanced to the side, managing to see the corpse of Zola. Even dead his face was frozen in fear, his neck and chest a bloody mangled mess of deep gashes. Some looked clean cut, a sword perhaps, but the ripped-out throat was too rough to be done with a knife or sword. No, that was the wolf. The fact that the men that did that all for the woman in Bucky’s arms, the very woman that just killed his commanding officer as if it was child’s play, were currently dragging him away made the disgraced king shudder. He realized his fate was sealed the day he ordered his men to take you. He realized that mistake too late.

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Downfall Of Us All: Chapter 16

Downfall Of Us All

Chapter 16

AN: I hope all of you are staying safe, during this time and I’m sorry for the delay in updating DOUA. I’ve just been having a difficult time, these last few weeks not really been happy.

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He made a move to go to her, but she shook her head at him, to let him know that she needed a minute. She swallowed, and Erik turned to look at her. The scientist’s face was hard with anger, and his voice was raised. "Why didn't you tell them?! You could have stopped all of this, if you had just told the authorities!" Erik shouted outraged, and Grace didn't flinch, but Clint saw her eyes flash red. "I was taken when Sokovia was fighting for its independence, they were fighting with Serbia and Latveria. I was trying to help people, when I got taken away! I never wanted this, and I wish I could go back and fix things. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Grace cried distressed, looking distraught. Her blonde hair was lying limply around her face, and her cheeks looked hollow. "That's not going to bring them back, though is it?! I should never have let Jane and Darcy be involved with you lot! I hold you personally responsible," Erik said spitefully, causing everyone to stare. "Erik that's enough, she's just found out her son's dead! Back off, this isn't her fault," Clint said warningly, moving towards Grace and he saw she was trembling. Erik glared at Grace with contempt, she quickly left but not before Clint heard her speak numbly. "I wish I was dead too, I'd give up my life to save my son." She said numbly, and quickly left the room.

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Grace ran to her bedroom, and slammed the door shut desperately. She ripped off her t-shirt, leggings and converse, before running into the bathroom. She turned on the shower head and sobbed heartbrokenly in the bathroom. Not caring that the hot water was a bit too hot, she buried her face into her knees. "Why didn't you tell them?! They could have been saved!" Erik's voice whispered angrily.

Grace curled into a ball on the floor as tears streamed down her face. She was responsible for this, she hadn't protected Zach or Jane, Darcy and Pepper. She'd kept what Rumlow and HYDRA had done to her, secret but her secret had gotten Zach killed. Those poor women......what they must be going through. It was her fault, completely her fault. Erik was right to blame her, she grabbed the Dr Organic shampoo and lathered her hair with it. Silent tears swam down her face, as she rinsed it off and washed her hair with the conditioner. Her hair was tangled, and she needed to make sure Zach's funeral was planned. It was being held on Friday at Congregation Baith Israel Anshei Emes, she bit back a sob. Her son shouldn't be dead, he should be alive and laughing. Her heart felt like it was shattered into pieces, and she felt like it would never be repaired. She rinsed the conditioner out, and washed her face, and then her body. She scrubbed at her skin until it was pink and stumbled out of the bathroom. She'd only put a dressing gown on, and sat curled up on the bed with Starling, Tom, Custard and Patch. The door opened, and Clint silently laid down next to her, Sophie on the other side with Bucky. She sniffled, and swallowed. "Dr Selvig's right you know, I should have said something. But, I was scared, and I wanted to keep my boy safe," Grace said numbly, broken and numb. "He had no right saying that, he doesn't know what those bastards did to you! You're not to blame, Gracie." Sophie said fiercely, hugging her.

"She's right," Clint said quietly. "Yeah, he was close to Jane and he's hurting because they have her. But there's a chance we'll get her back safely. All of them. None of this is your fault." Propping himself up on an elbow, he leaned over her to press a kiss into her hair. "The thing you have to do, Gracie, is to keep your head. I'm so sorry your baby boy is gone. But he's not suffering now. And.." She heard Clint swallow hard, glancing up she saw the tears filling his beautiful green eyes. "And I'm going to help you end those motherfuckers, Grace," he vowed in a voice dangerously close to breaking. "I promise you that." It was one thing any of them could have said that gave her a sense of calm. "Yes," she whispered.

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All through the night, Clint didn't leave her. Sophie had been nodding off, she was exhausted. Bucky moved to sit in an armchair while the sisters slept fitfully, his own expression dark and troubled. "I'm going to need your help," Clint told him. Bucky's blue eyes met his. "Help me watch her. Them," Clint pleaded. "I know." Bucky's gaze moved over them. "The first thing Grace is going to do once her boy is buried is to go after them. Sophie will go with her if I don't watch." Clint nodded, feeling like his heart was shredding in his chest. "I understand why she wants to… God, if anyone understands why it's me. But they haven't been here long enough to take this on. Not yet. I can't lose her." Bucky nodded, his expression sympathetic. "We're screwed either way," Bucky finally said. "If any of us get hurt, they'll shoulder that blame too." "I can live with that. What I can't live with is the possibility of them getting their hands on her again. How the hell does a woman who was sexually assaulted for months, forcibly impregnated, go around blaming herself for the same thing happening to others? How can anyone accuse her of that and think it's okay? Explain that to me. I just don't get it." Bucky blew out an exhale. "Me either, pal." "Just hope I can stop her," Clint said, even as he knew it would come to that. He knew she'd take off. He could feel it. "Try not to worry," Bucky told him. "Getting around us? Probably no big trick. But can you see her getting away from Nat?" Clint snorted a laugh at that. "Honestly, no. Can't believe I hadn't thought of that." The quiet in the room stretched out. Bucky's voice jarred him awake. "I'll take first watch. Try to get some sleep." "You sure?" Clint asked quietly. Bucky nodded. "Not going to be able to sleep. Go ahead." The other man pulled out his phone, began scrolling through it. Clint settled himself behind Grace, trying to lend her his strength in sleep. He wasn't going to let her weather this alone. He'd held her find the justice that might quiet her heart one day. It wouldn't heal. The loss of a child was a fatal scar on the heart of their parent. It would never fade, just like their love for the child. But maybe, just maybe, together they could move forward somehow. Even if it were only to stop HYDRA, to keep some other innocent person from suffering as they were.

Clint held Grace close, not wanting to let her go as he tried to get some sleep. He felt Grace's grip on his t-shirt tighten, and he held her tightly to him. "You're not alone, Grace. You're not alone." He whispered quietly, and held her tightly to him.

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The compound was silent for once, Rhodey had been told by Tony what had happened while he'd been away. Needless to say, the man was horrified. Tony had gotten Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson, civil rights lawyers to help them with the case against SHIELD in the kidnapping and murder of Zach Melnychenko Drăgoi. Matt and Foggy had warned them that the case would be drawn out by the government. "Christ Tony, and Pepper wanted to abort the baby?" He asked horrified, Tony nodded numbly. He was still trying to stay positive, but he felt like losing hope. "Yeah, and she didn't even tell me. Maybe she just wanted no reminders of me, and then HYDRA caught her. I don't know why Rhodey, but Ross is involved somehow," Tony said grimly, Rhodey nodded sadly. "When's the funeral?" He asked quietly, Tony grimaced and swallowed, thinking of the funeral that would occur tomorrow morning. "Tomorrow, everything's been arranged. The funeral service is being held at Congregation Baith Israel Anshei Emes Synagogue, and Zach's being placed next to his grandparents. Grace is trying to stay strong, but what Selvig said has hit her hard and Sophie's not doing great." Tony said worriedly and looked at his cup of coffee. When he'd signed up to the Sokovia Accords, he'd honestly believed and felt he was doing the right thing. But now, after reading the files and finding out children were being taken away from their parents, and people being interred in prisons...... He felt responsible, and he wished that he'd listened to Steve that night three years ago.

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"Dr Selvig, I understand you are upset but you cannot blame Grace Melnychenko Drăgoi for what's happened. She's lost her son, and I will not allow you to upset her." Fury said sternly, he'd been notified by Steve on what had happened. Erik said nothing, but he genuinely looked remorseful for his harsh words, and swallowed. "How old was her son?" He asked finally, his voice quiet. "Zach was six years old and was experimented on by a rogue faction of SHIELD. We believe Home Secretary Thaddeus Ross was involved and are looking over the evidence we've found." Fury said grimly, seeing Erik pale. "Was she raped?"

"Yes," Fury said matter of factly, "by Brock Rumlow and two others until she conceived. The same thing happened to her is happening, we believe to Pepper Potts, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis. And I've got to be honest, Selvig. Ross has intentions that I don't think have been revealed yet. The only decent thing he's done is to bring those sisters on this team, so they have someone looking out for them. Either of them ends up harming themselves or dead from irrational emotional choices, and I'm gonna take it personal. Really personal. And I don't think I'll be alone in that." Erik seemed to consider what he'd been told. "I'm sorry," the doctor said finally. "I lost my wits when I learned they had Jane. She's like a daughter to me, her father was my best friend. My thought was that if this Grace had reported her son missing back when it happened, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe my Jane wouldn't have been taken." Nick's good eye narrowed on him. "Jane was taken for a whole other reason, doctor. She was messing with Soviet intel that she had no business messing with. She's the one that dragged Darcy Lewis into this. I'm sorry about the baby, I am. Thor's taking it really hard. But just remember that no one here is to blame for this unfortunate turn of events. Pointing fingers isn't going to help either. In fact, it might open up a hornet's nest you don't want to deal with." Erik's brow furrowed in confusion. "If anything happens to Jane or the child," Nick continued, "you know there's gonna be hell to pay. Hawk, I know he's not your favourite, but he's mentor to Grace and he's not exactly stable after the loss of his own children." Erik nodded, the colour slowly draining from his face. "Tony Stark? They have the woman he loves and his child too, though Tony is mostly stable enough to deal with the shit life throws at him. That one could go in a lot of ways really. Grace's sister, Sophie? That one is in love with Barnes, formerly known as the Winter Soldier, and he loves her. Something happens to her, someone looks at her wrong, not even Steve's going to be able to call that off. Do you understand a little better now?" Erik looked downright nervous. "Ah, yes. I believe I do actually." "We can expect you at the funeral?" Nick asked meaningfully. Erik nodded. "I'll be there. And I'll make amends." Nick nodded, pleased with how the conversation had gone. "Just… if there's anything I can do to help, anything to help Jane," Erik begged him, "please let me know." "I can do that," Nick told him and watched as Erik nervously made his way out of his office.

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Bucky rounded the corner, heading back for his apartment when he ran right into Sophie. He caught her before she could bounce off of him, smiling at the blush that darkened her cheeks to see him there. "I'm so sorry," she told him with a smile. Not once had she ever looked at him with mistrust or contempt, not even when she's snatched his rifle away that first time he saw her in her apartment. The way she stood, shyly glancing up at him through those long, long lashes made him happy. Reminded him of the way the girls had used to flirt with him back in Brooklyn before the war. "Hey, you," he said, sweeping a lock of honey-coloured hair behind her ear. Oh, if he'd known her back then, there wouldn't have been any other girls. He would have courted her, would have wooed her. He didn't think it would ever get old how she would look at him with such longing, desire… "How… ah, how is Grace doing?" He asked, taking her hand in his flesh one and pulling her into his apartment after he'd unlocked the door.

Sophie shrugged, blew out an exhale. "She's as well as could be expected. Nat's with her now. I thought I'd take a break." Bucky nodded his understanding. "You can relax here for a little while. I'm going to jump in the shower and clean up. Help yourself to whatever you like." Sophie looked to the kitchen and back. "Have you had lunch? I could make us something." "That'd be great, doll," he told her, smiling. He'd never turn down anything food wise she made for him, he knew that.

Sophie smiled at him and started cooking a favourite Romanian, recipe that her father would cook for them and their mother. It was called Tocană, and was a soup dish that the family would have when they stayed in Romania. She hummed softly, remembering how Zach would happily bake in the kitchen with them. Her heart broke for her little sister, she shouldn't have to go through this grief. Before long, she broke down sobbing quietly as she thought of her nephew, whose life had been robbed before it could begin. Her innocent, kind and loving nephew. She wiped her eyes, and began cooking the Tocană, still feeling tears slide down her face. She promised herself, Grace and to Zach that he would be avenged.

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Bucky showered quickly, feeling thankful towards Shuri that his vibranium left arm was waterproof. He turned the shower off, and dried off, before putting on clean clothes. He smelt something delicious cooking, and saw Sophie had cooked Tocană, a Romanian soup that his mother would cook for him and his three sisters. He saw that her eyes were red, and she was crying as she looked at a photograph. He wordlessly pulled her into his arms, and held her as she wept. "It's alright doll, I got you. You can mourn for Zach, dragă.," Bucky said quietly, turning the stove off. Sophie sobbed, she dug her nails into his shirt. He hummed a lullaby in Romanian to her, one that his mother had sung to him and his sisters, when they had been upset. He rocked her, and simply held her. They held each other tightly, and neither let go until Sophie finished cooking the soup. They both sat together on the sofa, with Sophie curled up against his chest. After finishing the meal, Sophie fell asleep with Oscar and Bonnie sitting beside them. The two cats comforting them, and Bucky held them tightly.

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Food was prepared for the guests that would be arriving at the compound, May and Lilia insisted on cooking the food which would contain boil eggs. Grace felt numb, but she was so grateful for Sophie, Peter, May, Ned and Michelle. Bucky, Clint, Steve, Natasha, Tony, Sharon, Sam, Coulson and Tony. She attached a ribbon to her simple black dress, it wasn't cold outside, and she was looking through the photos with everyone. Sophie squeezed her hand, as they saw a photo of a newborn Zach with them at Central Park. She smiled shakily, and stroked his face tenderly. He was dressed in a Captain America t-shirt, with blue denim jeans, and little black kickers. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I don't know which one to pick, there's one of him at his sixth birthday party or at Peter's birthday party," she said torn, Sophie and Clint hugged her. "I'll photocopy it, so you can keep the original copy. Everything's done, and we're here for you." Tony said comfortingly, he felt like this was his fault. Grace simply hugged him, and he hugged her back as if he understood her action. Gradually, the team all joined the embrace, and Grace sniffled. "I'm trying, I won't run away but I have to get some sort of justice for Zach. I should have said something sooner." Grace said ashamed. "Sir, King T'Challa and his sister have arrived to pay their respects." Jarvis announced softly.

Tony met T'Challa and Shuri as they entered the compound, General Okoye and another three members of the Dora Milaje flanking them. Tony shook T'Challa's hand, thanked them for coming. All around them florists buzzed around carrying floral arrangements and trying to find strategic places to put them. T'Challa and his sister followed Tony over to pay their respects to Grace and Sophie. Shuri ran forward to hug Bucky, happy to see him doing so well. Ross came up behind them and T'Challa didn't like the shadow that fell over the face of the grieving young mother or her sister. "Ross," Tony said curtly. "Not sure what you're here to say but I sure hope it's something about condolences." The thinly-veiled warning in Tony's voice got T'Challa's attention. Ross smirked at him. "How long is all this going to take? We've got work to do." Fortunately, Steve came up just in time to keep Bucky from heading in that direction. His best friend had seen enough trouble in his life. Both soldiers watched as T'Challa stepped into Ross' personal space, his gaze locking with the other man's. "Where I am from, it is disrespectful to interfere with the passage of the dead," T'Challa admonished him, his chin lifted in challenge. Bucky immediately relaxed in Steve's grip, realizing his friend had this one. "You must not have much to do where you're from," Ross quipped. "But here you have plenty." "I am not yours to command and you'd do well to remember that," the king said before dismissively turning his back on Ross and turning his attention back to the two young women. "That means it is time for you to go now," Shuri told him, smirking. Ross's face coloured in anger but leave he did. Steve nodded his thanks to T'Challa as did Tony. Taking Grace's hand in her own, Sophie pulled her away from the doors. "Let's go find a place so you can rest until it’s time to go." "Good idea," Clint told her. They steered Grace into one of the lounges used for entertaining, Nat followed them in, reaching up to kiss Steve in greeting. She came to kneel in front of Grace and Sophie with Wanda behind her. "Everything is ready for the service," Wanda told them. "I had to remind them to cut his shirt." Grace didn't understand. "What?" Bucky, sitting on the other side of Sophie, leaned in. "It's believed the very young become angels when they pass. The shirt is cut before the service to help them fly." Nat, who'd been nearly as stoic as Steve the entire time, lost her composure on that note, crumbling into tears before them.

"Nat?" Clint said gently. "Hey, it's okay." "Come here, sweetheart," Steve bent down to pick her up. "I've got you." He carried her over to another sofa, talking to her quietly though they could still hear the quiet sounds of her crying. Tony met T'Challa and Shuri as they entered the compound, General Okoye and another three members of the Dora Milaje flanking them. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Sam X Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, tall of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning on the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 15

Steve, Sam, Hill and I were together in a group. We needed to enter as quietly as possible so we took the forest area some ways away from Sheild Headquarters. We are heading for the security control room.

"Willow, I want you by my side the whole time. Sam and Hill got back up." Steve ordered quietly as we entered the building.

"This way" Hill whispered.

We turned a few corners then finally stopped at a metal door. Hill pushed a button on a small device causing the electronic equipment in the room beyond the door to ring loudly. The door swung open to reveal a skinny young man. Sam and Hill's guns were pointed directly at him. Steve and I stood shoulder to shoulder. He in his original Captain America uniform and me in black jeans and some random dark brown leather jacket that looked a bit weathered. It fit pretty good though.

"Excuse us" Steve said in a very polite manner.

The young man raised his arms, nodded as he gestured for us to enter, then stepped back. Steve went straight for the controls to override the coms.

"Attention all Shield Agents." Steve said threw the small microphone then paused.

He took a deep breath then continued.

"The is Steve Rogers." He paused for a breath.

"You've heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down." He paused again then looked back at me.

I gave him a small smile and nod.

"I think it's time you know the truth. Shield is not what we thought it was. It's been taken over by Hydra. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The Strike and Insight crew are Hydra as well. I don't know how many more. I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute Control. They shot Nick Fury and it won't end there. If you launch those helicarriers today Hydra will be able to kill anyone who stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot. The price of freedom is high. Always has been. It's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one then so be it. I'm willing to bet I'm not." Steve stepped back from the PA system.

Sam chuckled softly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Did you write that down first? Or was it off the top of your head?" Sam asked smirking at Steve.

Steve smiled but didn't answer.

"I got this. You three get to the helicarriers and switch those blades." Hill said as she took a seat at the control desk.

"I'll take Alpha, Falcon take Bravo, and Will you got Charlie. If you need anything please call for me." Steve said ending with me.

I rolled my eyes but nodded anyway. I knew it was a possibility I could need Captain America's help.

I was quick to stow away on my designated ship. They were already in the process of taking off. I knew what I needed to do. I had to clear the ship and get as close to the blades as possible. I turned on my ear piece to make sure I could communicate with Steve and Sam.

"Hey Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?" Sam asked.

"If they're shooting at you they're bad." Steve answered.

I rolled my eyes. I crept threw the halls of the massive helicarrier. I had a vague idea of where to go. At the moment everyone must be at their stations. Each corner I went around I half expected someone to be there but each time it was empty.

"Hey Cap, found those bad guys you were talking about." Sam shouted.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

"I'm not dead yet." Sam answered.

I finally heard a set of foot steps coming in my direction. I put myself as close to the wall as I could. I let them walk past me then lunged forward. One arm around their neck the other covering their mouth. I squeezed until they went limp. I slowly and silently lowered his body to the floor.

"Falcon status" Hill called to Sam.

"Engaging" Sam shouted clearly in the midst of action.

I moved farther into the ship towards the center. Stopping to listen at every corner before going around it.

"Alright Cap, I'm in." Sam said sounding a bit winded.

"Shit" Sam's voice was barely audible.

My heart raced with the thought of Sam in trouble. He and Steve were fighting from the top down while I was quick to start below deck. Only because I caught a door open right after a pilot ran out.

"8 minutes Cap" Hill stated.

"Working on it" Steve grunted.

I finally paused at a metal door at the end of a hallway. I slowly slid the door open to find that that was a mistake. Five people were standing there already facing me.

"Willow how you doing?" Hill asked me.

"Give me just a sec" I replied then let the metal door close behind me.

Only two of them pulled a gun. The other three seemed to be some kind of engineers or maintenance. I was quick to duck from their bullets. I fell into a crouch then spun myself around with my leg extended. One man was taken off his feet the other kept his footing. I grabbed the barrel of the gun with my right hand as I spun around to put my back to his front. My left arm wrapped around the back of his neck. I snapped his wrist as hard as I could making sure I'd break it. His gun fell to the floor. As quick as I could I threw him over my shoulder as I knelt on one knee. He landed perfectly hitting his head on the floor knocking him out cold.

The man that was on the floor first was now standing again. I upper cut the barrel of his gun just as he fired moving it so it went off right above my head. Without missing a beat I punched him as hard as I could sending him to the floor in a heap of limbs.

"Almost there" I answered Hill's earlier question.

The three other men all raised their hands as I looked at them.

"We're with the Captain." One of them said.

I nodded then continued on threw the door on the other side of the room.

"Alpha locked" Steve called out.

"Falcon, where are you now?" Hill asked.

"Had to take a detour!" Sam shouted.

I picked up my pace trying to reach the console in time.

"Oh yea!" Sam shouted in excitement.

My heart lifted. He sounded ok.

"I'm in" Sam panted.

I pushed threw another door to find an empty storage room.

"Bravo locked" Sam cheered.

"Two down one to go. How you doing Willow?" Hill asked.

"Just about there. This place is a maze." I answered quietly.

"6 minutes" Hill said.

"Hey Sam, gonna need a ride!" Steve shouted.

"Roger! Let me know when you're ready!" Sam shouted back.

An explosion in the distance went off. It didn't sound like it was on this ship.

"I just did!" Steve shouted.

I stayed frozen listening to the coms. I had to make sure they were okay.

Sam shouted like he was in pain.

"You know you're a lot heavier than you look." Sam grumbled.

"Had a big breakfast" Steve answered casually.

I chuckled then quickly continued down more hallways.

"Steve!" Sam shouted in panic.

I froze again this time in pure fear of what just happened.

"Steve?" I questioned.

There was no answer. All I could hear was the static of the com. A few minutes of silence passed. I did my best to continue to creep down the hall as I listened for something from Steve or Sam.

"Cap, Cap, come in, are you okay?" Sam asked as he groaned.

"Yea, I'm here! I'm still on the helicarrier! Where are you?" Steve asked.

I stopped at another door.

"Grounded, suits down, sorry Cap." Sam said softly.

This door wasn't the same as the others. It wasn't old looking.

"Don't worry I got it." Steve grunted.

The door was freshly painted black or looked that way. It slid open as I stepped up to it. Inside was exactly what I was looking for. I moved closer to the center of the narrow metal bridge. The blades are right there. A sudden jolt to the bridge had me spinning around.

There he was. James Barnes. He wasn't wearing a mask now. His face was on full display.

"Step away from it." He ordered.

I stepped backwards.

"Sorry Jamie I can't do that." I said softly but loud enough for him to hear.

The look on his face told me he did indeed remember me. Steve had told me I was the only one to ever call him Jamie. He looked at me in complete disbelief. His eyes fell to the dark brown jacket I was wearing. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stared at it for a few seconds.

"You remember?" He asked taking a step forward.

I shook my head.

"I have no memory of you. I only know what Steve has told me." I explained taking a few quick steps back towards the blades.

James lunged forward but I was quicker. I ducked grabbing the rail to swing myself out of his way then back on the bridge.

"Falcon, Rumlow's heading for the counsel." I faintly heard Hill say.

"I'm on it" came Sam's much louder reply.

I ran as fast as I could to the other side. I had to switch the blades. I can do this. Right as I spun around to face the blades James dropped in front of me. He landed perfectly between me and what I needed. He stepped towards me forcing me back towards another narrow bridge.

"I don't want to fight you." He said threw clenched teeth.

"Why?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

His fists clenched at his side as he stepped towards me again. This time I stood my ground.

"Because they made me remember you." He growled.

I took an involuntary step back in shock. I was right?

"Why me?" I asked curiously.

His eyes locked on mine. The feeling that ran down my spine wasn't cold. It was a warming sensation that slowly covered my entire body.

"Because you were their weapon against me." He answered quietly.

Before I could question him further the bridge jostled again. Steve had started walking across the bridge toward me. When he reached me he shoved me behind him so he could face his friend.

"People are gonna die Buck. I can't let that happen." Steve said softly.

James stayed quiet.

"Please don't make me do this." Steve pleaded.

I had to jump backwards as the two men collided. I was back on the platform watching the men on the bridge. They both seemed to be equal in strength. They both landed blows and blocked blows. They were both seriously skilled fighters.

James punched Steve knocking him off the bridge onto the glass dome below. I ran back down the bridge to the blades then leaned over the railing so I could see them. They were still fighting hand to hand. Steve suddenly gained the upper hand getting James down. Steve had his arm around James' throat and his legs pinning down the metal arm.

James went limp letting the blade we needed fall from his hand. Steve was quick to pick it up then get to his feet. He started climbing back up towards me. He was halfway up when a shot rang out. Steve groaned as he slammed against the wall. He continued to climb although he was starting to struggle. Another shot rang out. Steve shouted.

"No!" I screamed down to James.

His head instantly snapped up to look at me.

"Steve!" I shouted as I leaned under the railing extending my hand to him.

Instead of giving me his hand he gave me the blade. Without a second hesitation I took it. Two more quick shots rang out followed by a sound of pain from Steve. I was at the blades now. As soon as they lowered into place I yanked one out then placed ours in it's spot.

"Charlie locked" I called out.

Steve got to the top of the bridge. I helped pull him the rest of the way up.

"Ok Cap, you and Willow get out of there." Hill ordered.

Steve suddenly grabbed the gun that was hidden in my boot. He shot the entire clip into one of the glass panes causing it to shatter. He shoved the gun back in my boot.

"Sorry Will but I need you safe." He said then shoved me over the rail.

I was so surprised I couldn't react until it was too late. I was falling threw the air towards the water below. Just as I hit the water all three carriers started to fire on themselves. We did it.

The cold water took my breath but I was glad to be alive. I swam towards the shore pulling myself onto the sand. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I laid on my back staring up at the helicarrier I was just on. The one Steve and james were still on.

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