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romeulusroy · 2 years

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Empathetic (Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

Character/s: Bucky

Word Count: 1,288

Tag List: Not including

A/N: This is my 1,000th way of saying I want to be taken care of and I want him to do it. Basically. Home is hard right now, it hurts a lot, and I just needed to write a bit for therapy. Things will get better soon. Idk maybe it's weird, but if it can help anyone struggling with basic things, then that's all that matters :) 💕 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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The bathroom smells of mold. Spores sleeping just beneath the surface. That distinct, pungent odor. Not entirely overpowering, rather growing, pulsing alongside the steam of the water. It’s there. You’re overtly aware of its presence, as if it were growing out of your back, from your stomach and arms. Sprouting from your spine. All of it is wet. Humid. Uncomfortable. It threatens to suffocate you. Then again, what doesn’t? What doesn’t feel like too much? You search for it, some sign, proof, but there is none. No dark spots, no birthmarks, nothing on the edge that screams rot, that announces itself the way so many things do. A feeling mostly, and that ache. In the middle of your chest, in the middle of your sternum. Deep and painful, the whole bone cracking, crumbling. It leaves you sobbing. It leaves you pleading. It leaves you feeling dirty, hence the shallow waters of a dirty bathtub. You should clean it more. Scrub it ‘till it shines. You should do a lot of things more frequently. Carve a routine from the mundanity of your days. Breathing is work enough. Exhausting enough. Oh well. The bloated walls moaning, groaning, all of it too thick. A sponge for the hours, days, lifetimes you’ve spent soaking under the water. The damp towels hanging over the edge, dipping shyly in the water long cooled. There is a vague soapy undertone to the room. Hints, attempts, but nothing with a name. Nothing distinct. You like to think of yourself vaguely soap-adjacent. Neither of you put up much of a fight. A single drop across the floor, a bump, a nudge, and you’re forever dented. Scarred. Unsettled. Like it, or like you, you find yourself swaying which way. Something for people to use until they no longer need you, until you’ve grown small and fragile. Breakable. The bar lays in her dish. No one wants you at your most vulnerable, turning to the bin for answers. She is exhausted. If she had bones, joints, blood vessels, if she could bruise you were sure she’d be covered. Deep purples, golden yellows, the kind of palette an artist would use when they fumed, burned with a passion for pain. She too would sob quietly at the end of her days for no particular reason than this life she’s been gifted, that she often feels as if she’s taking for granted, leaves more scars than she anticipated.

You are grateful she is just soap. Unfeeling and numerous.

Behind the mirror, sitting on their individual sleeves, are bottles. Containers that hold your whole life. White labels. Congealed liquids. Gels. Pills. Lotions. Creams. Oils. The things you use to hold yourself together, things you thought might fix the problem. Problem. Singular, it can be such a horrific idea. A lie you wish to wash over yourself. They are wgite and yellow and blue and green and red, their shades all in pastel. Pastel is cheery. It is childlike. There is safety in chewy, sweet colors. The pills. Your pills. Some work. Others don’t. It doesn’t really matter anymore. They are decorations at their worst. If only that was your worst. In front of the mirror you can’t stand to look so you don’t. There are imperfections. There are tea stained cheeks and deep bags beneath tired eyes. There are things, miniscule things, to fixate on, to tear apart. It’s the only form of self love you’ve ever been shown: criticism. A disgust, a feeling shy of hatred. When the water runs, it burns, and you are thankful for the steam that settles across your image. Blurring spots and shapes and colors. The sink is sweet. Slim, tender, she waits while you wash your hands, while you spit and sob and scream. Of all her sisters, she is your favorite. The faucet streams without doubt, shielding the world out there from in here. Vice versa. You could stand there for days, statue-esque, with nothing but the faucet turned on. A dribble, a drip, unapologetically controlled yet released by her emotions. This act buys you both time. A minute, perhaps even two, before you must gather all your pieces and pretend what you’re doing isn’t self-sabotage.

Like this isn’t suicide.

He doesn’t need to knock, but he will. Quietly. Softly. As if he were afraid to wake the dead. You don’t say anything. You can’t. He comes in anyways. He holds a towel. Fluffy, warm, fresh from the dryer. You would have chosen anything but. Flimsy, holy, full of holes. Something quick. You would have done anything not to show yourself, your body, a speck of kindness. He drags out soaps. Not your bar, not your little lady who cries and cries. Bottles, mostly full, of all scents. Strong. Abrasive. A sponge, too. He doesn’t say what he thinks, what he wishes to say, though he never had to. You could always read it in his features. Between the lines of his face. The tighten of his jaw. The crease of his forehead. He is upset. Not with you, never with you, merely the circumstances. A yearning for the water to be warmer, more welcoming. For things to be easier. For the world to be kinder. You don’t shrink from his touch, from his sight. Trapped in a nakedness you feel is far more vulnerable than sobbing in front of him and bearing your open soul, there is little left to do than accept. His presence was never an inconvenience, a nuisance, nor predatory. Rather this is his routine, his way of communicating. Loving. Without him, the impossible task would never get done. You would never find your way out. You would never wash off the outermost layer of dread and depression. Carefully, gently, he’ll place your hand in his, bubbles smooth across your fingers, your palm and wrist. Skin of lead, it is difficult to lift both arms, a chin, tilt a head side to side, all on your own. Knees to chest. Fetal position. He talks lightly of his day, the idea of you going without revolting. Disrespectful. You want to nod along, to laugh and ask questions. For now that is too much. For now catatonic, but not forever. He jokes, he knows just what to say, how to say it, as he cups the water, leans you back.

There is not a second of patronization.

With his fingertips, he circles the apples of your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, along your hairline. This is the last. It is almost over. You watch through teary eyes. This was not the plan. This was never the plan. And yet, it is. It was. Always. To care is to do so wholeheartedly. Without judgment. Without hesitation. He stands you slowly, the towel wrapped around you as if it were holding you together. His shirt is wet. Stained. Your hand print on his shoulder. It lingers. The plug of the drain is pulled. Gurgling like a newborn, it rids the room of any evidence. You rest your head against him, a wordless thank you. It is all you can manage. That and the brush of a tear. Bucky is all smiles, his arms wrapped around you as if he’d never let go. He didn’t want to. The kind that are easy, effortless. The kind you understand is of joy, pride, not at himself, but you. Only for you, for what you’ve accomplished. It doesn’t feel like much. It rarely ever does. But he is proud. He knows it is one step closer. It will be okay again. You will be able to do it on your own, without him, without help. One day, but not today. And that’s okay. It always will be.

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violetmuses · 11 months

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On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye….

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V. 💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana.

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service.

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military.

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again.

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you.

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately.

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register.

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here.

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people.

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself.

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building.

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage.

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished.

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down.

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past.

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now.

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago.

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee.

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you.

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say.

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch.

“Very funny.” You play right back.

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By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation.

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail.

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself.

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.”

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes.

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other.

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him.

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out.

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park.

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heartswarm-void · 7 months

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The Miracle Question Redux

Sam holds Bucky in a gentle embrace, kissing his boyfriend’s shoulder, where flesh meets metal, where there are scars. Sam adores everything about him.

When he was much younger, Sam asked the heavens if he’d ever find true love. The answer now lies in front of him.

“Ask me again about the miracle question.” Bucky seems lost in his thoughts. Sam carefully considers.

“Supposing a miracle occurs when you wake up, what’s something you’d like to see that’d make your life better?”

“Nothing.” Bucky’s stormy eyes are glistening. Sam looks at him questioningly.

“My life’s already better because of you.”

AO3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/50525890

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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No but like… Coming Out as Bi to Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!bisexual!Reader

Summary: Reader comes out as bi to her boyfriend, Bucky and he’s a total sweetheart about it.

Format: Drabble

A/N: Just a cute lil drabble for any bi Bucky girlies like myself!!

There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky loved you. He was a doting and caring boyfriend who always tended to your needs and listened intently to you. Everyday, he would shower you with affection and remind you how much he loved you and how lucky he was to be with you.

However, it didn’t escape your notice that he grew up in the early half of the 20th century, a time period not exactly known for being notoriously LGBT friendly. It made you worry that he might not be able to accept your bisexuality.

Bucky had retained some old man habits such as insisting that he read the newspaper on paper rather on a computer as that’s how it was intended. He had set a prohibition on phones being present at the dinner table as back in his day people would actually have a conversation. He enjoyed 40s music and would rant endlessly that people don’t go dancing the way he used to. You found all of this about him endearing, especially when he would assert that you’d be the prettiest girl there and all of the other guys would be jealous. Nonetheless, it also made you deeply concerned that he could be harbouring some homophobic tendencies amongst those quaint ideals.

Whilst you loved him and only wanted to be with him, you felt that you were hiding something from having not came out to him yet. You were scared that he wouldn’t be able to accept it. Previous boyfriends hadn’t taken it seriously, often using it as an excuse to ask for a threesome or even recoiling in horror that you could ever possibly be attracted to more than one gender. And they had the advantage of having actually been raised in this century.

Looking over at Bucky, sitting on your sofa and reading his newspaper (in the paper hard copy of course), you knew you just had to rip this bandaid off and tell him. Afterall, this was a fundamental and beautiful part of you that you couldn’t change. If he couldn’t accept that, then that was his problem.

“Buck.” You announced, breaking the comfortable silence that was centred around you both.

“Hmm?” He asked, not looking up from the sports section. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as he analysed the reports as if he hadn’t heard them all before on the radio.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, sweetheart. What’s up?” He folded his paper up properly and sat it to the his side, giving you his undivided attention. The corners of his mouth stretched into a little smile which was encouraging but you still felt a hint of dread.

“Well you see… the thing is… erm, I don’t know how to say this…” you cringed at your inability to say this properly. This was your boyfriend, he’d seen every single inch of you, he knew your deepest and darkest insecurities and even your most embarrassing childhood memory. How could this be so difficult?

“Doll, you’re starting to freak me out a little. Can you please just tell me what’s wrong?” Bucky frowned and moved so he was sitting at the edge of his seat, ready to reach out for you as he could sense how uncomfortable you were.

“I’m bisexual!” You blurted out. Bucky nodded at you and stayed silent. “Meaning I am attracted to more than one gen-“

“I was born in 1917, I think I’ve lived long enough to know what being bisexual is, baby.” Bucky chuckled at you. His face softened at your confession, relieved that it wasn’t something more sinister. You, on the other hand, were at a loss for words.

“Okay… so? What? Don’t you have an opinion on it?” You looked at him with a puzzled expression. He was so much calmer than you had expected him to be. You were the one delivering the news that was meant to be shocking but it was him making you do a double take.

“Am I supposed to have an opinion on it?” He raised his eyebrow. You stuttered and stammered in response, still in shock at his level of indifference to the situation. In comparison to telling your previous boyfriends which set off painful explosions that motivated shame and self-loathing within you, this was nothing.

Bucky could see you were internalising your reaction and he offered his arms out for you to sit on his lap. Your mind had went into overdrive trying to process his reaction that you didn’t even register the steps you took towards him to take your place on his knee. He wrapped his arms round your waist, pulling you close to his chest and kissed your cheek.

“Who promised me that they’d always love me, no matter what?” Bucky asked, running his thumb along your thigh soothingly.

“I did.” You mumbled in response.

“Exactly, you did. And I think I was pretty clear that I loved you no matter what, and if I wasn’t then this is me reminding you. So, why were you so nervous?” He squeezed your waist reassuringly and you started to feel more at ease. It allowed you to press on and voice your original concerns.

“It’s just that… you lived in the 40s! I can’t exactly imagine that the pride parades were lighting up the streets. You come from a time that people used to be arrested for being like me!” You confessed to him, looking into his deep blue eyes in search of some sort of understanding.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky admitted. “But I am learning a lot, which you should be taking a good chunk of the credit for,” he gave you another squeeze which prompted a giggle from you. “And honestly, the fact is, you were born that way. I love everything about you, including this. No wait, especially this. Thank you for telling me and trusting me with it.”

Your heart warmed in a way that you had noticed had been specifically reserved for Bucky. You gave him a sweet kiss and rubbed your thumb along his jaw, unable to stop the widening smile on your face that made your cheeks hurt. “Thank you for being so understanding. That really meant a lot to me. Like, you have no idea. I love you so much, sweetie.”

Bucky smiled at you and peppered kisses all over your face, relishing in the giggles this brought out in you. “You’re my best girl. Nothing could change how I feel about you. Nothing at all.”

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Clean

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 650 words

Outline: Sam surprises you in the shower after a morning workout.

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, nipple play.

Author’s Note: I miss Sam so much, I need to SEE HIM.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics// banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

Washington, 11 am

You just came home from your morning run ready to take off the sweat from your body. It hadn’t been long since you had moved into this city, your boyfriend Sam Wilson, Captain America himself dragging you there for business all the way from home. But you couldn’t be happier to comply. Your work allowed you to be remote so moving across the states wasn’t hard for you.

You toss off your clothes on the bin in the washroom and then head inside the shower turning on the faucet when you feel his huge hands pulling you closer by your waist.

“Sam.” You bemuse. He probably came home early and his inside the shower knowing you wouldn’t be far away.

“Cannot believe you’d take a shower without me.”

“Well, I didn’t see your car outside.”

“That’s right I left it at the service so now I gotta find a way to keep myself occupied all day long.”

“Oh, sounds like you are in need of a hobby.”

“Oh yeah, guess what my hobby is baby.”

“Breaking your poor girl’s back is not a hobby.”

“How about we agree to disagree?”

“Fine by me but I have to run to the grocery store later.”

“I’ll go.”

You chuckle because you know. You just know and he reaches for the faucet turning it on all the way while he steps back a little to take off his clothes. It was always such a nice sight to stare at him and his beautiful chest and his huge arms as he took his shirt off to carefully place it on the counter.

“You’re drooling.”

He chuckles when he catches your stare and you roll your eyes.

“I am perfectly dry.”

“For now. Sit still, daddy’s gonna wash you now.”

Sam carefully took the loofah and the soap and delicately with small gestures and movements started washing and lathering your body. Starting from your hands to your legs, to your ass where he spends an insane amount of time rubbing circles and squeezing them till he drags his hand to the front.

“Are you a dirty girl?”

He whispers hot against your ear, letting his fingers roam free on your pussy. The heat that had built up inside your body was insane.

“Sam, for fuck’s shake, don’t tease me.”

“I ain't teasing. I just wanna wash your pretty body. Don’t get any naughty ideas.” Your chuckle turns into a moan as he pushes his dexter inside.

“Damn, you’re dirty. Daddy likes his baby clean.”

“Sam…”

“Shh, shh, relax. Daddy’s got you.”

His finger leaves you, his hands roaming to your breasts now. He rolls your nipples inside his fingers as the water is washing the soap off your body. By now you can feel his erection getting stronger against your back but you also know that he can go for a long time. Sam doesn’t mind.

He wraps one hand around your breasts, water falling on both of you, his other hand traveling down to your ass. Squeezing it twice and thrice before reaching for your pussy. Your body arches naturally for him, you need his touch, you crave it. And he touches you, rubbing his palm over your lips feeling your neediness.

“Tell me, baby. How dirty are you?”

“Very. I’m a dirty girl, daddy, please!”

He chuckles deeply as he slaps you hard and then he lets you go.

“I gotta wash you first. Be patient.”

You comply and take a deep breath as Sam begins a complete assault on your body, tracing skin over skin, touching you almost everywhere, and then gently washing your hair. Heat and unique neediness have overtaken your body and all you can do is look at him and wait patiently.

“Daddy’s got you.”

Oh, he had you indeed. By the time he was done with you, the sun had set. You were truly his hobby.

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dinbuckyenthusiasts · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Shopping HCs

Grocery shopping:

Bucky going grocery shopping would be both funny and sad. Food would be more of a basic thing to him, just a means to survive, until you opened him up more to the idea of learning to cook different comfort foods. No matter what some ff writers say, I firmly believe that because of the era he grew up in/environment he was kept in, he doesn’t know how to cook. He would’ve been the kind of boy to sit and watch his mom cook, but never would’ve joined in. Now that he has freedom, I can see him following your advice and would try to recreate old recipes his mom used to make for him. That would be a never-ending project for him and he would definitely ask both you and Sam to help him taste test. It would take him a long time to figure out cooking, like what kind of spices to use, different types of cuisine, etc. Bucky would definitely go to smaller grocery stores, like farmers markets, because that’s what would feel the most natural to him, the most comfortable. I am also a strong believer that Bucky hates jello with a passion. I don’t know why but it’s just not him.

Clothes shopping:

Bucky going clothes shopping alone and going clothes shopping with you would be two VERY different things. When Bucky first went clothes shopping alone (after hydra/shield yk…) he would’ve been SO overwhelmed by the choices. It was a lifetime ago that he had the opportunity to choose so he wouldn’t know what to get. He wouldn’t really have a sense of style either and would end up quickly buying the most generic clothes (henleys, tees, etc.) so he could blend in with the crowd easily. But around the time TFATWS took place, he would start to get back out into the world, and would definitely take shopping as something a bit more significant. It’s still definitely not his favourite activity, but he’s slowly learning to incorporate his own style/what he enjoys (leather jacket, TIGHT tee shirts).

If he went shopping with you, he would enjoy it A LOT more. He’d love watching you try things on and would be convinced that you’d have to get every single outfit. Alone, he probably wouldn’t try this but with you, he would check out the food court and get something to eat. He’d really like the food court because of all the types of food they have available from different cultures. All in all, he would purely enjoy having people around and not needing to be anxious. He would love walking around with you and having a “normal” experience. That would mean the world to him.

Gift shopping:

The holidays would be such a stressful time for Bucky because he would not like gift shopping. It’s not that he doesn’t like giving gifts, it’s that the shopping, picking, and planning itself is so exhausting. He would have no idea what to get for his loved ones. He’s definitely more of a people pleaser so he wants to get something that people will use and enjoy, no matter the price. In the end, he would ponder over his options for an absurd amount of time and then get something more last minute. He wouldn’t expect the person to like the gift and would downplay it so much, but the receiver would love it. He’d be in disbelief for a while but then would be so happy that he got a gift that someone loved.

Car shopping:

Bucky going car shopping would be an ordeal. This man just wants a nice, comfortable method of transportation but of course it’s not that easy. He would end up going to a car shop that was around back in the day, something like Chevrolet but would be so confused at all the new different kinds of cars there are. He doesn’t really understand why some people are obsessed with cars, to him it’s just a thing that gets you places (it’s not like it flies). He would almost give up on the idea of buying a car, but then he’d happen to walk past an older garage shop and see a few older vehicles. He would be pleased at the lack of confusing language and would see an older motorcycle and would just buy it immediately. The owner of the shop would be so confused at a simple walk-in purchase but Bucky would be so happy that this mission of his was over.

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you” with characters of your choice from marvel ❤️

A/N: Set during TFATWS, in Latvia.

“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”

You, still in the midst of dispelling the remembrance of a bad dream from your sleep-riddled brain, jolted on the couch. If you hadn’t been awake before, stirred by the sudden whistling of the kettle, you certainly were now.

Sitting up, you blinked to clear the haze of sleep, catching the dark outline of someone in the kitchen area of the room. You could tell it was neither Sam nor Bucky, but you felt secure enough in your deduction that anyone harbouring ill intentions towards you most certainly wouldn’t have wasted time boiling a kettle before heading over to the couch. Even as your eyes adjusted to the dark and you noticed with a slight leap of your heart that it was Zemo, you didn’t feel as alert as Bucky probably hoped you would be.

You shook your head lightly and rubbed at your eyes with your fists, then let loose a yawn. “Don’t worry,” you said tiredly, “I should probably thank you.”

Zemo rounded the kitchen counter with a mug of something in one hand. “Thank me?” he asked, taking a sip.

You hesitated. You weren’t sure Zemo was the type of person you wanted to get into conversation with about your sleeping issues. You weren’t sure Zemo was the type of person you wanted to get into conversation with, full stop.

“Never mind,” you said, pulling the couch throw up to your chin as you leant against the back of your seat.

Zemo walked towards you, very likely aware that your eyes were following his every move. Still, he didn’t let it deter him as he seated himself on the edge of the l-shaped sofa, crossing one leg over the other and settling back with his drink. He turned to look at you, the faintest of smiles pulling at his lips. “I insist.”

Something about the way he said it urged you on. You weren’t sure what exactly it was, but there seemed to be some intonation of familial assurance that you didn’t get from many people nowadays. Whatever it was, you found your muscles slackening as the tension crawled slowly out of your body and you subconsciously picked at a loose thread on the throw. You peered up at him, finding his expression to be one of patience.

“I was having a nightmare,” you elaborated. “But you woke me up, so thanks.”

Zemo nodded once and then turned his head, gently swirling the mug and watching its contents as it spun in fluid circles. “You have nightmares often?” he asked a moment later, and you felt your guard build itself back up once more.

“What’s it to you?”

Zemo’s brows rose and he took one hand from the mug to hold his palm up in front of him, an offer of peace. You doubted he knew you were wary of such questions because you knew all too well how quickly Zemo could turn the most insignificant of information against someone, but he seemed contrite all the same.

“I am just...finding common ground,” he admitted. “Again, I apologise.”

You frowned, your fingers pausing in their pulling of the thread. “You have nightmares too?”

Zemo lowered his hand and shrugged lightly. “Most nights, yes. I dream of my family and all that happened to them.” He paused for a second, a familiar fire of agony blazing in his eyes, but he pushed it aside with ease, sitting straighter. “And you?” he asked, mostly without thinking but also with the hope you felt more comfortable now that he’d cracked open his door.

You caught your tongue between your teeth as you thought. There wasn’t one straight answer. “They...” you began, returning to the thread. “I dream about a lot of things. All the threats we’ve had to deal with. All the...the losses. All the stress of the years since...well. Since the beginning, really.” You let out an unamused laugh at that. “They all kind of merge together, I guess. I don’t know.” You slunk down the back of the couch slightly, almost ashamed to be speaking so vulnerably to a man you should hate. Alas, he’d been helpful so far with the mission to find Karli Morgenthau, and you were incredibly tired of hating people who didn’t deserve it anymore.

Zemo nodded assuredly this time. “I understand,” he told you. “Is that why you are sleeping here?” His lip twitched when your eyes glinted in the little light the moon gave you through the open window as you flicked them up to meet his gaze. He’d read you well. He was glad he still had that superpower out of all the ones fatherhood had bestowed upon him.

“I had a nightmare about Red Skull last night. I didn’t wanna wake anyone up if it happened to return tonight and I, you know...” You shrugged. “Screamed.’

“And tonight? You said I had woken you from a nightmare tonight.” You took too long to answer this time, so he figured he’d crossed an imaginary line. He changed his question. “Have you told James?”

Another unamused scoff, though this time it was quiet and short-lasting. “He doesn’t need anything else to worry about,” you insisted. Bucky knew about your nightmares, just as you knew about his, but it was rare either of you ever discussed them. If you awoke with a scream, he would run to you and sit with you until you fell back asleep. If he awoke in the same manner, you’d rush to his door, knock, and ask if he was alright. Sometimes, he’d say yes. Most often, he’d say no, but you knew it was safe to go in either way.

Zemo clucked his tongue and lifted a leg to cross underneath him. “Ah,” he said, “I don’t believe Mr. Barnes will ever stop worrying about you, nightmares or no.” He extended an arm then, the one holding the mug, and he nodded his head towards it when you didn’t react. “Please, try this. It is a recipe I used to make for my son when he had nightmares, and later for myself. I learnt it from my grandmother. It helps.”

You swallowed and stared at the mug, unsure if you should accept your fate and take it, or if you should hazard a guess at what was inside it before you inadvertently downed poison. The look in Zemo’s eyes assured you though, and you leant forward to take it from him, holding it with two hands.

“Don’t you want it?” He’d obviously made it for himself, so you knew he’d woken from his own nightmare.

He waved a hand in your direction and reached for an open book on the table in front of him. “I have had enough for tonight. You drink it. Sleep.” He smiled then, the first genuine one you’d witnessed since you’d broken him out of his cell. “I’ll be here. I swear I will not let anything get to you.”

You mirrored his smile without much thought, biting at your bottom lip as you pondered over his words. You glanced down at the drink, feeling the warmth of it glaze your face, and brought it up to your lips to take a sip. It tasted like...honey. And lavender. Not that you’d ever eaten lavender before. Still, it warmed your throat and you drank it all before lying back down once more, covering yourself with the throw.

“Thanks, Zemo,” you whispered. “Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You knew who he was. You knew he’d ruined the lives of many. You knew he’d used one of your dearest friends as a weapon and caused him more pain than anyone could ever understand. You knew he was a criminal. You knew he was a villain.

But here and now, in the dark quietude of the large room, he was merely a man, reading a book, promising to sit by you and protect you from anything and everything, as he doubtlessly once had for his son. Rightly, you felt safe.

No nightmares made their way to you that night. It could have been the drink, but you figured it was the presence of Zemo which kept them at bay.

Avengers Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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thismustbefakeme · 1 year

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Bucky/Reader- pronouns not specified

“James?”

Bucky feels his heart jump at the sound of his name on your lips. He’d pay ever dollar he has to hear you say it again—at this point he’s well on his way to doing exactly that.

He’d been coming to this diner every morning for the past 3 weeks. Ever since he’d walked past the window one morning—in a rush to get to his mandated therapy—and spotted you standing behind the register.

“Thank you,” He says stepping up to the counter.

Your smile just about does him in when he reaches out for the cup you have outstretched towards him.

“Hope it warms you up!” You laugh softly gesturing to the snowy New York City street outside the window.

Bucky doesn’t mention that he’s warm enough after he made sure the flesh of his right hand brushed yours when he took the to-go cup.

Nor does he insist that the soft blush on your cheeks after he flashed a cautious grin, would keep him warm the rest of the walk home.

He hasn’t gotten up the courage to ask you on a date yet, let alone reveal his pitiful crush.

“Thanks doll,” He murmurs softly with a tilt of the cup warming his palm.

He’s halfway out the door when he hears your voice calling after him, “Same time tomorrow?”

He nods with a wave and heads out into the freezing weather, he puts the cup to his lips and allows the smallest bit of hot liquid to coat his tongue.

The bitterness hits him and he forces back a gag, the next closest trash bin is the destination for the putrid drink.

You make the worst coffee in New York City—he’s sure of it—but your secret is safe with him.

#bucky barnes #fanfiction #bucky x reader drabble #fluffy bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #bucky imagines #bucky x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #drabble #bucky barnes/you

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aimmyarrowshigh · 3 months

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JAMuary: 100 Drabbles Based on Songs (2024)

043. I Knew You Were Trouble. - Sharon Carter/Sam Wilson

#jamuary: 100 drabbles based on songs (2024)#marvel #falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #sam x sharon #sharon x sam #*g #*marvel #*captainamerica #*jamuary

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1-800-teax · 5 months

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The Dora’s

TFATWS Drabble

Avenger!Reader

Wakandan!Reader

Loki x Reader

A/N : I wanted to do a Wakandan!Reader Imagine for a while, so here it is! Expect more and better ones, this is just something I had in my drafts for a while.

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Y/n’s POV:

The sound of a spear colliding with concrete catches my attention, I take it as my cue and I walk inside with Ayo and another Dora at my sides.

The sound of my heels banging against the floors, as well as the spears of the Dora’s catches the attention of everyone in the room.

My face is mixed of annoyance and sternness as I focus my gaze straight on Bucky, paying no mind to John Walker.

"He's coming with us." I announce in Xhosa.

"Even if he is a means to your end. Time's up." Ayo follows up.

"Y/n-" Bucky starts, when I cut him off.

"James." I reply sternly, turning my focus on John Walker who starts to introduce himself.

"Hi, John Walker. Captain America." John says holding a hand out for me to shake.

I stare into his hopeful eyes for a second, holding in my piling emotions before releasing a quiet scoff, accompanied by a roll of my eyes as I walk past him towards the couch.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I feel everyone’s eyes trail after me.

I sit, crossing my legs, watching as everything unfolds.

"Well, let's uh let's put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through." John says turning back towards Ayo.

"Hey, John take it easy. You might wanna fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje." Sam warns him, taking a quick glance at me at the end.

"The Dora Milaje have no jurisdiction here." John says to Ayo.

"The Dora Milaje has jurisdiction where ever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be." Ayo fires back which causes me to smirk.

"Okay. Look I think we got on the wrong foot-" John starts to say as he places his hand on Ayo's shoulder.

Big mistake.

Ayo hits John with her spear making him imediately fall to the ground.

I let out an amused sigh before getting up and moving towards Bucky who is seated at the bar.

"No Loki?" he asks.

"This is something I had to do on my own, for my country. This has nothing to do with him." I say watching the Dora Milaje continue to fight John and his partner.

From my peripheral, I see him nod his head absentmindedly.

Bucky releases a sigh before getting up, leading us towards where Sam is stood watching the fight.

"We should do something." Sam says to Bucky.

"Why? They're just having fun." I comment with a grin.

"Looking strong, John." Bucky encourages John, sarcastically. Which has me releasing a light giggle.

"Bucky." Sam says warningly.

Just as Ayo was about to impale John, Bucky intervenes by grabbing a hold of her spear resulting in them starting to fight.

I watch as everything unfolds before me with a bored expression on my face.

"Amelia!" Sam shouts grabbing my attention.

I let out a fustrated sigh before grabbing a spear from a Dora and throwing it so the sheild is pinned to the table with John Walker, attached to it.

John looks at me shocked and I just give him an irrated look in return.

I turn to see Ayo removing Bucky's metal arm.

Bucky looks at her then at me but I quickly turn away not wanting to see the look on his face.

Ayo says something to Bucky that I didn't quite catch before walking towards the bathroom and opening it up.

John gets his hand free and the Dora gets her spear making the sheild fall to the floor.

I slam my foot on it and caught it in my hand the way Steve taught me to.

"He's gone. Leave it." Ayo says.

I give John one last hard look before shoving the sheild onto the table and giving it on last look.

I look at Ayo and nudge my head to the door to signal 'I'll be there in a minute'.

She subtly nods and her and the Dora's left.

"Did you know they could do that?" Sam asks Bucky as he gets up off the floor.

"No." Bucky says placing it back on and adjusting it.

I walk towards them and hit Bucky upside his head before punching Sam on his bicep.

Both of them say "Ow." and groan.

"I can't believe the both of you." I lecture while resting my hands on my hips..

I let out a sigh before turning around to look at John and his partner.

"They weren't even super soldier." he says in disbelief while dazed.

"Damn right." I say sassily before walking out.

I walk towards the Royal Talon Fighter.

Ayo gives me a look and I give her a reasurring nod.

She looks away and starts to take us back home to Wakanda.

#y/n #x reader #loki x avenger!reader #loki x black!reader #loki x reader #lokilaufeyson #marvelimagines #drabble #tfatws #buckybarnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #sam wilson #falcon #winter soldier #the avengers #wakandans #wakandan #wakandan!reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Lay Low

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Violence, chaos, and handsy Sam.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍬🍬🍬

"Always thought it was a waste," you say as you catch the mechanism, "a house you use what, two weeks out of the year. These things are so far out, they don't have all the fancy shit like up in the Hamptons."

The door falls open and you push it all the way as you look back at the others. Birdy’s yawning, asleep on her feet after the trek from the station. It was the only way not to draw attention or leave any breadcrumbs.

"Better get inside," you say, "we're lucky we didn't run into anything in the woods."

"Anything?" Birdy squeaks.

"Well, you just gotta know what bear you're looking at really. Whether to play dead or scare em shitless. Never had any problems back in the day."

"Great," Coco nudges Birdy to go ahead of her, "like we don't have enough to worry about."

"Well, we got a roof and four walls for the night," you say, "just a bit of casual squatting."

"You really used to do this in college?"

"Couldn't afford the rental," you wink and shut the door, "never got caught and when it came close… well, we were young and some men get real dumb at the sight of a little skin."

"Don't we know it?" Coco snorts as you turn on the flashlight you bought at the station.

"Don't wanna alert any neighbours," you say, "best to keep windows shut and lights off."

"Good idea," Coco agrees as you proceed into the front room.

"We'll see if the couch pulls out, stick to one room."

You work together. The couch is just a couch so you throw cushions on the floor and search out some spare blankets and pillows from the closet. You make a nest on the floor and settle in, stipping away the spare layers of your disguises.

"What next?" Coco asks as Birdy reclines between you, already half asleep.

"Not sure. Get as far away as we can. You know, you keep asking me like I know."

"Sorry, I… guess I don't either."

"How do you escape men known for finding people? They made sure we don't know. Five years…I can't imagine."

"Five years of marriage, and a few before," Coco scoffs.

"Well, we gotta keep moving, is what I guess. Wouldn't hurt to cut our hair. Maybe a wig or two…"

"Mmm, yeah," Coco agrees.

"I always wanted…" Birdy keeps her eyes closed, "to be like Rita Hayworth, with the big red waves."

You laugh and shake your head at her drowsy rambling.

"So, get moving, look different, keep alert…." You list off, "stay together."

"Sounds like a plan," Coco gulps.

You fall into tense silence, the what ifs clawing at your chest, the feeling that you're on borrowed time, that this can't be forever.

"I can just see their faces," Coco chuckles, "that alone will be worth the punishment."

"Oh, you don't even know. Steve had quite the shiner," you smirk and Birdy laughs, "Bucky's lip was cut up and they both looked like hell, not to mention their dumb fucking expressions. Idiots."

"Sam probably shit himself."

"I hope he did," you cross your arms and exhale, "the next time I see him, I'm gonna bury my foot right in his balls. If I have to go back–"

"If we do," Coco interrupts, "we'll fight. Make them work for it."

"I like that," Birdy murmurs into the pillow, "that big fat dummy…"

Her words peter out into a snore and you give a soft laugh. You hope you can keep that promise. That you won't stop. Better, you hope you never see those assholes again.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #sweet treats #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers #winter soldier #falcon

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heartswarm-void · 7 months

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It took three hours to explain to Bucky what a meme is, and Sam was laughing his ass off, showing Mr. Grump all the GIFs about him.

“My takeaway from this is that the internet thinks I’m grumpy.” Bucky sulks grumpily. With the exception of grumpy cat and SamBucky GIFs, Bucky thinks everything else is just too extra.

“Because you’re grumpy, Buck. You’ve gotta embrace the grump, man.”

“But I’m not grumpy. I just look grumpy. There’s a difference. Can’t do anything about my face.”

“Fine. You’re never not grumpy, Buck.” Sam sighs exasperatedly.

“That’s a double negative, Sam.”

“Exactly.”

AO3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/50490568

#sambucky #100 words #drabble #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #ao3 #fanfiction

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neonovember · 24 days

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tides

thoughts of bucky and sarah have been rattling in my brain for too long. no i cant start a new series, yes i will consume every single crumb they give us of them. (i mean just look at our man, he needs her).

bucky barnes x sarah wilson

Louisiana is sinking. That’s what Sarah thinks, as she drives back from St Orleans taking the road that winds up and twists into her home of Delacroix. Not the decadent blues that fall heavy on her tongue as she whispers along with the lyrical soundscape of her beloved home. Not the way the unrelenting sun beats heavy on her shoulders. And definitely not the head strong mass of muscle who’s surprisingly very good at playing hide and seek sleeping on her old beaten couch.

Yes, she is thinking about the future of Louisiana’s sinkage. That’s what she convinces herself, she has done the part of the dutiful civilian, using the god awful cartoon straws that turn to mush by the second sip, set up recycling boxes near the waste bin. Participated in local cleanups, followed the hashtags and discourse, the whole lot. So she is determined to put her mind to the near cataclysmic disaster of the climate warming.

But the drum of her fingers against her steering wheel lulls her back to dark curls and the open mouthed laughter of James.

Like a tide. Always.

@fleurdelouve my adoration for this ship!

#james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #neowrites #fleur de louve #sarahbucky #yes i no indeed ship and fuck do they fit so good together #marvel #bucky barnes fluff #sarah wilson fluff #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel fic #marvel drabble #sarahbucky drabble #ignore me whilst i spam post #fleurdelouve

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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A slow burn where Joaquin Torres and the redder like each other but they keep dancing around it even though everyone else knows and tells them all the time.

@samwilson-mylove honey, I could not thank you enough for this request I have literally worked on this for 3 weeks to make it a cute fluff with a hint of angst that Joaquin and the reader deserves! I tried my best, hope you like it :)

Project Aphrodite

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Avenger!Reader (Romantic)

Yelena x reader, Peter Parker x Reader, Kate x Reader(Platonic)

Premise - When the Avengers get tired of watching you and Joaquin dance around your feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands

Word Count - 5.7K (Approx)

Warnings - brief mention of sex, a shit ton of fluff :)

Note - The whole story is set around somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Year, and I have made it into a Holiday Fic. I am not very known at US festivals and I just wrote whatever I knew from movies and web series. It's an AU so everyone is alive and well.

My Main Masterlist || Requests are open! Keep ‘em coming 😏❤

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Thanksgiving, 25 November

“You’re staring darling.”

“Shut it Parker” you growl.

You were staring. God, how could he be so fucking flawless?

You would expect someone on their third lap around the Avengers compound to be drenched in sweat, breaking breath, looking 2 minutes away from death, but not Joaquin. He was unfazed by it. From the top floor gym, your eyes didn’t leave him every time he appeared in front of the glass-paned gym.

“They’re still dancing around?” a high-pitched voice with a Russian accent came from behind you. Yelena was looking at you and Peter as she stood near the dumbbells, mouth wide open. “Sadly yes” Peter let out a dramatic sigh and looked at you. You rolled your eyes.

From his arrival in the compound, you two clicked right away. You became friends in no time. You were a team on and off the field. You trusted each other to have your back. So much that you could walk into a gunfight blindfolded without a second thought because you know he will have your back. But somewhere between the innocent smiles and hand holdings, you realized you liked him more than a friend.

It was obvious to everyone who looked at you that you liked each other. Despite being an agent of shield and an Avenger, kicking asses on the field, and being accepted in the Avengers after helping them in Sokovia, you were scared to tell him your true feelings towards him. You didn’t know what he felt about you. You didn’t want to lose him; he was a kind person. And he has been a good friend. You don’t want to hurt him. You could never hurt him.

It was a disaster. And you were sure by the side glances you received from your colleagues every time they saw you two together, everyone knew it.

Yelena and Peter stood on either side of you watching him as he wiped his face with the rim of his sleeveless shirt. His toned abs are on full display. Yelena let out a low whistle

"Y/N bag him or I will" Peter replied.

“Hey!” all three of you turned as Kate cried out from the treadmills, “Are you done? Can a girl work out in peace without everyone drooling over that poor guy? Thank you”

“Ignore her she’s just trying to impress Clint Barton,” said Yelena, her gaze never leaving Joaquin.

“I heard that”

“Well running on a treadmill won’t do it. Tell her to go shoot something” Peter followed.

“I heard that too!”

“Okay, I just realized Tony asked me to help him with something so I will leave. Now.” As much as you loved all your friends, it was simply intolerable once they ask you to pick sides after they break out into a brawl over the tiniest arguments. You pick up your bag and exit the gym.

Behind you, Yelena, Peter, and Kate stood in a circle.

“I guess we have to start project Aphrodite right fricking now! I cannot handle one more minute of this… regency romance shit.” Kate whispered.

“Can we call it project Eros instead? He was the god of love after all” Peter says.

“No, it’s too late for that.” Kate stopped, “although, we can call it Project Cupid because…”

“Okay, enough with the Greek Gods references Percy Jackson Fanclub we need to go.” Yelena hissed out.

“You read Percy Jackson?” both of them asked in unison.

“Yeah, all of them. "I am not uncultured, I assassinated people," she said proudly.

Kate remained speechless as Peter announced, "OK, we are getting distracted. Let’s execute stage one tonight.”

“Yeah okay, let’s go!” they high-fived each other and headed outside.

Stage One - The Elevator

Three days after Thanksgiving, 28 November

“Wait!” you say as you near the elevator. Someone pushes their hand out and stops the doors from closing. You run inside and look up at the person to thank them. You meet a pair of lovely brown eyes.

“hey” He smiles

"Hello," you reply as you stand next to him as the elevator starts to move.

“You’re heading to the conference?” he asks.

“Yes. I was halfway through my coffee when I saw the message. I ran right here.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“Same, I just got up.” He laughs with you.

You hear a peculiar sound echo through the metal walls of the elevator, and a few seconds later it stopped.

Eight floors above you, Peter, Kate, and Yelena cheered in his room watching the security footage. “Okay, jam the mobile networks.” Yelena turned to Peter who was already on his laptop typing away. Meanwhile, Kate made sure nobody noticed they were messing with security and bypassed the security footage and elevator status so they appeared to be working. The fake conference e-mail was a stupid idea but somehow it worked!

Which meant, you and Joaquin were stuck in there for as long as they wanted.

“Are you getting any service?” he asks as he walks around the elevator looking through his phone. You took a seat on the floor leaning against the wall, facing the door, and looking at him. You gave up on contacting someone as you saw no service on your phone.

“Joaquin” you call out as he gazes at you with a worried expression. He was tense about the situation.

“Have a seat” you tap the floor next to you. He looks at you and then at the floor and takes a seat, splaying his legs out. He leans against the wall and takes a long exhale.

He sighs. "We're going to be late for the conference.”

“I know.” You look at him to see his eyes closed and his head tilted towards the ceiling.

“Others will know our situation. I believe they are trying to get us out this very moment." You smile sympathetically at him.

“They will probably think I skipped it knowingly.”

“What! No! Why would you think that?”

“I just don’t want Sam to think I'm falling behind. I have to be the highest at everything. He’s Captain America! He is perfect, the leader of our team, and one of the finest people I have ever encountered. What if he thinks I’m not capable of the title of Falcon if I can’t even get to a conference in time?"

You sit up and look at him. You never thought Joaquin might doubt himself. He always carried himself with such confidence and courage, that it was difficult to believe he ever felt low.

“You know, on my first mission with the Avengers, I tried my best to keep my cool but I was terrified.” You closed your eyes as you recalled your first mission. You never talked about this to anyone, and he was the first one to hear this, "I saw all these super people rushing in and out of buildings carrying injured people in carriers and saving them from robots and I felt… small. I was just a girl, fighting alongside Gods and super soldiers with the experience I know I could never gain. But then after the fight, we came back to the compound, and the whole ride back, I realized I have put them on a pedestal all my life. I thought they were invincible, but I saw that they were just like the rest of us. With worries, fears, and memories.”

You continue when he doesn’t say anything, “So stop comparing yourself to them. They have done this for longer than any of us. When they first started, they fought, they got hurt but they always stood together. If that is not human, I don’t know what is. Of course, you will be behind them, maybe for a month or a year, but then you will get better. So, stop trying to be flawless among people who aren't either. Be yourself, and move forward at your own pace.”

Upon gazing at him, you realize that he was already looking at you, stunned. You kept looking at each other for some time

“Thank you. "Y/N, I didn’t know I needed that.” His face relaxes into a gentle smile. You subconsciously copy his. “I never thought you would feel this way. I mean, I have seen trained killers running away looking at you." He lets out a laugh, “Also because you run headfirst into danger any chance you get.”

That caught you off guard and you laughed, throwing your head back, “Yeah, Tony says I got that from Steve.”

You laughed together, the stuck elevator no longer bothering you. And just then, the elevator starts to move. It opens on the designated floor, and Steve is standing there with bed hair.

“The conference hasn’t started?” Joaquin’s voice breaks you from the utter shock of watching the former Captain America standing in front of you in a sweatshirt. He never wears a sweatshirt.

“What conference?” he asks you.

Stage Two - Movie Night

A random evening, 10 December

“Hey Y/N” Peter called you as you exited the elevator. It was movie night, and you were always early to set up the living area with Natasha and Steve.

“Hey Peter!” you said.

“I need your help actually," Peter said.

“Okay,” you reply, a bit bewildered. Peter never asked for help.

“It’s a school project about a report on the most influential books of the 20th century. Given the fact that you read so many books, you must give me an idea.” He smiled.

“Okay, sure. But…”

“No! Y/N you must give me an idea right now.” He said again.

You squint your eyes at him. Peter never acted like this. “Are you okay?” you ask him.

“No. I mean, yeah, a little tensed. I need to submit it in three days. Ned and MJ have already done it, so yes, he said. You softened a bit. “Okay.” You give him a warm smile and write down some ideas in his notebook.

At the same time, Yelena and Kate stopped Joaquin on the doorsteps of his room and started asking him about his latest mission. “Joaquin, I want to hear everything about it!’ Kate said excitedly as she looked at Yelena for help. “Yeah, yeah! I’m really eager to know about your time there.” She said with a forced smile.

“Guys, I already told you, I didn’t see much. It was an intelligence mission, nothing very exciting.” He spoke.

“But you must have seen something,” Kate said again.

“Okay, let me think. Oh!” he said excitedly.

“What!” they repeated

“I saw the café where they shot some scenes from Ocean’s Eleven."

“I thought there were only five oceans,” Yelena said.

“No, it's a movie,” Kate said.

“let’s watch it tonight! If we got there early, at least Peter won’t put on Star Wars again.”

They looked at each other as to what to do next but in this hesitation, they let Joaquin go. When they realized, he was already in the elevator. Coincidentally, you walked in at the same time. Everyone was already there, and there were only a few seats left. You looked around for the usual binbag you sat on everytime, but it was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Hi Joaquin!” Peter cried out from the couch, crushed between Sam and Bucky.

“What? Looks like there is only one seat left for you two” Yelena said from her place beside Kate and Natasha. They shared a look.

“Yelena, you were…” Joaquin was about to ask how she was here before him but then Tony’s booming voice came through the speakers-

“OKAY EVERYONE TAKE THEIR SEATS AND STAY QUIET I’M STARTING THE MOVIE!”

“Tony! Calm down!” Steve shouted from his seat.

“I AM CALM! I AM STARTING THE MOVIE! BABY FALCON TAKE YOUR SEAT!” he screamed into the wireless mic connected to the surround sound system.

“I regret suggesting the mic system every time for this…” Clint pointed to Tony and sat back with Natasha.

You glanced at Joaquin to see him looking at you.

“After you,” he said.

You sheepishly sat on the love seat trying your best to leave space for him. But it wasn’t enough. He sat really close to you; your sides pressed together. So much that you could feel his body heat. This was the closest you have ever been.

“Here,” he took both of your legs and put them on his. You were practically sitting on his lap, leaning against his body.

“Are you comfortable or…” you stated but he cut you off.

“No, no this is fine.” He smiled at you.

His familiar scent engulfed you. It was a mix of the sandalwood soap you gifted him on thanksgiving, and a scent so like him. His features softened when he caught you looking at him. He smiled and went back to watch the movie, while you reminded yourself to breathe and turned back to the movie.

Peter, Yelena, and Kate shared a silent victory.

Stage Three – The Ball

Stark's Christmas Party, 24 December

As Yelena walked up to the bar, she fiddled with her emerald choker necklace. For the ball, Natasha forced her into a golden dress gown, which she absolutely loathed. It was not her color, and it had no pockets.

Peter looked at her from his seat as she stood near him, “Wow Yelena, you look…”

She didn’t let him finish, “One word about this dress and I’ll hang you on the ceiling” she stared daggers at him.

He was dressed in a blue suit complete with a tie. He was here as a normal intern at stark industries, not as spiderman.

“Ready?” Kate waltzes in between them before Yelena actually hangs him from the ceiling. Yelena looks at her and realizes she was wearing the same dress she wore to her mother’s Christmas ball a year ago. That certainly did not help as memories of their horrid elevator conversation surfaced in her mind.

“Absolutely. Let’s do this.” Peter stands up from his seat and looks at the DJ for the night, none other than his high school frenemy, Flash. He signals him with a thumbs up, and he nods in agreement.

For the third stage, they could not get a better setting to play matchmaker to you both than the Annual Christmas Party of Tony Stark. As Kate once said, what better way to kickstart a romance than a ball?

On the other side of the room, you were standing in a corner drinking champagne. You would enjoy a ball or a party any other day, but your eyes searched for someone who was not present that evening. You looked rather stunning wearing the backless violet dress Kate laid out for you, a bit of smoky eye makeup paired with diamond earrings. You looked like you walked out of a Bond movie. But the friendly compliments and jealous stares all evening meant nothing because you awaited that one person to look at you.

It was crazy. You felt like you were a teenager again, crushing on a guy way above your league. Then watching him helplessly as he dated the popular girls and paid no attention to you. Still, somewhere, a tiny voice in your head said

But he is different.

As you saw guests and colleagues waltz on the dance floor, you couldn’t take it any longer. He wasn’t here of course and looking at the happy couples dancing to the music without any care in this world, you missed him.

But as you turned around to head towards the elevator to your room, you bumped into someone. You stepped back to apologize but one look at his face and the words died on your tongue.

You were certain he stole the outfit from a movie, but you can't quite remember which one, because one glimpse at him and you were lost. He was dressed in a three-piece black and white suit. His hair, which he always combed and kept down, was falling over his forehead in its natural elegant curls.

And his breast pocket contained a pocket square, Violet. He was awestruck looking at you, his jaw slightly open.

“Hi.” He finally says

“Hey Joaquin” you smile at him.

“You look pretty.” He smiles at you.

“You look pretty too,” you say to him.

“Thank you. Didn’t know we would be matching.” He lets out a laugh, glancing at his pocket square. He made a mental note to thank Peter for forcing him to wear the pocket square. What a coincidence!

"Yeah, I see." you laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand.

“You look like Vesper Lynd from Casino Royale", he says.

Your eyes met his and it clicked. James Bond. Of course, he was dressed exactly like James Bond.

“Well, you look like Bond, so I guess we are actually matching.” You shyly confess.

And then the music slowed down and another song started playing ---

“I love this song!” you cry out.

“Really, me too!” he says.

“Wanna dance?” he asks as the opening lines to an infamous One Direction song blasts through the speakers.

You run to the dance floor and laugh as you see Joaquin walking on the dance floor bopping his head to the music. Peter, Yelena, and Kate join you and you form a circle to dance and sing along with the lyrics. It didn’t take long for others to join and the dance floor soon turned into a rave. Peter absolutely kills his early 2010s dance moves as all of you cheer him on.

When the song ended, it faded into a slow dance number.

Peter quickly turns to Kate and takes her hand. She starts dancing with him as Yelena grabs hold of Steve and they sway to the music. He looked puzzled at first but he would never say no to a girl for a dance.

And that left the two of you. Your heart beats faster as he turns to you and offers his hand. You look at it and then at Joaquin and take his hand. The warmth of his hand is welcoming as he leads you to the center. He places his hand on your bare back and you place yours on his shoulder.

You moved together, his eyes never leaving yours. He swayed you slowly to the music, you followed his lead. At that moment, you felt like nothing else mattered in his arms.

“I was about to leave the party a while ago,” he says halfway through.

“Why?” you ask him.

“I don’t know, just felt really uneasy. Everyone was circling me asking so many questions about the falcon, Sam, and Bucky. So, I was standing in a corner looking at everyone and then, I saw you.”

Your heart pounded as soon as he said that. Suddenly you notice how he feels against your body. You were too engrossed with each other to notice almost all the Avengers looking at you two, sharing knowing looks.

“You looked beautiful; I couldn’t leave without meeting you. And it looked like you were searching for someone.” He gives you a sly smirk. You couldn’t help yourself as heat rise up to your face.

Is there any chance that he actually likes you back?

Lost in his eyes, you did not notice two figures watching you a bit too eagerly from the bar.

"That worked out way better than I thought it would” Kate announces as she brings shots to where Peter and Yelena stood, looking at Joaquin make his way off the floor.

“What do you think he said to her?” Yelena asks as she gulps down the whole drink in one go.

“Well, she left smiling as Christmas came early, so I guess he said something flattering,” Peter says, wincing as the burning tequila makes its way down his throat.

“Wait, how old are you?” Kate asks Peter but is interrupted by Natasha’s silky voice coming from behind her.

“So, what’s the next stage of Project Aphrodite?”

They whipped their heads to her and looked at each other in absolute horror.

“Oh please,” she laughs, “I knew something was off at movie night. You three won’t stop smiling at each other, even when Henry Cavil was on screen”

They groaned in unison. Everyone knew about the ever-present love of the trio for Henry Cavil. Of course, it was Natasha who figured out the whole thing first. It was expected, but they thought they were careful.

“Whatever you’re planning, we want in,” Tony slides in and smacks Peter’s head while taking his glass away, “so you stop making minors drink at my party.”

Peter whispers a quiet “Sorry” that got overshadowed by Bucky, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I played matchmaker.” He arrives with Steve on his heels and Clint and Banner slide in too.

Yelena, Peter, and Kate exchange glances and tell them about the next phase.

Stage Four – The Mistletoe

Christmas Eve, 25 December

Joaquin woke up to the faint sound of Christmas music. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at the thought of you.

Last night was magical for him. You looked gorgeous in that dress as you danced with him. The way that one curl of your hair fell on your face, how you laughed while dancing to your favorite song. You were known for being the bubbly and lively member of the Avengers, but it was the first time he saw you like that. Blissful.

He gets up throws away the covers and suddenly shivers.

“Friday”, he asks in a sleepy tone, “can you please raise the temperature?" He puts on his sweater.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Mr. Torres.” The automated voice fills in.

“Why?” he asks, confused.

“The system is rebooting; it will take me an hour to get the compound’s heating system online.”

He stops in his steps. The only person who had authorization for the system reboot was Tony. Why would he do it on Christmas morning?

He didn’t think much about it as he got fresh and walked to the common room/kitchen. The only place that had a heating system of its own, separate from the rest of the compound. As he neared, he could hear the Avengers cheering from the kitchen, and when he reached the threshold, he knew why it was so.

There was a huge bush of mistletoe hanging on the archway leading to the common room, and Sam and Bucky were standing under it.

Looking at both of their disgusted faces, he bursts out laughing. Bucky shoots him a death glare and he shuts up.

“I did not sign up for this, this was supposed to be fun! We were- CLINT FOR GOD’S SAKE PUT THE CAMERA DOWN!”

“It’s a smartphone, grandpa!” His voice came from somewhere behind Natasha.

“What the hell man? Just kiss me and get done with it! You’re making this awkward.” Sam shouted.

Bucky looked up at the ceiling begging for tolerance. He looked at Sam and left a peck on his cheek. Everyone groaned in frustration. “Boo!” Tony screamed as he threw popcorn at Bucky and Sam as they walked into the room.

He was so absorbed in their drama that he failed to notice the figure standing beside him as he walked into the room.

“Stop!” Peter screamed and shot up from his seat. He stops and instinctively looks to his side, and freezes.

It was you.

In your oversized hoodie and unkempt hair, it seemed like you just woke up and walked into the kitchen. You looked rather cute like that. But looking at him, your eyes widened and any remnants of sleep left your body.

You were standing in the doorway, under the mistletoe.

“Guys…” you turned first, raising your hands as to negotiate, but they had already started chanting; “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You looked at him as his face was frozen in horror. You wanted to say something but you could barely gather your thoughts as the voices around you overwhelmed you.

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said loud enough for you to hear, but low enough so the others won’t.

“Do you want to do it?” you ask him. And you saw him blushing hard.

“Okay.”

He said nothing as he leaned forward. You could swear time was moving painfully slow but you met his lips eventually. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips and retreated. You didn’t even have the chance to feel all the emotions flowing through you when you saw everyone cheer! You look at him and he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and walked away. His hurried steps led him outside.

The laughter died down after the others noticed what happened. Tony looked back and forth between him and you while Kate, Yelena, and Peter looked sympathetically at you. Your heart broke. Your anger grew.

You paid no heed to what everyone around you was saying and followed him. When Peter tried to follow, Yelena grabbed his hand. “We did what we could. Now it’s up to them”. He looked at Kate and saw her nodding too. He stayed back.

You stepped outside to see everything was covered in a light fall of snow, like a white blanket. And your hoodie and pajamas did nothing to protect you from the harsh winter air. You looked around trying to see where he went, and it suddenly hit you.

Of course, he went there.

---/---/---

One year ago

It was a quiet evening, the sun setting over the New York horizon, the water of the lake calm and still. You were sitting under a tree near the compound's lake reading your book. It had been a grueling week. After three consecutive missions offshore, you were finally back at the compound. You wanted to do nothing but sit and read quietly.

You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you, but from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure standing some few feet away from you, looking at the Lake. You close your book and look at him. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over jeans. His face was turned away from you, and he didn’t look familiar.

He turned towards you, smiled, and said “Hi.”

You waved at him with a smile and then his face changed into one of surprise.

“You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, “I, uh, I saw you on TV” he rubbed the back of his head which you would later realize was a nervous tactic of him.

That made you laugh. He started walking towards you and you got up from your seat. He stands a few feet away from you and up close you could see he was a handsome man. His clothes might have been basic but they were clean and proper, his stance straight.

Military

You could tell his hair was growing out beyond the frame of his usual hairstyle, and his smile, goddamn, was calming. His gaze turned to the book you were holding. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, it’s just Sam told me to wait here and I thought nobody was here.”

“It’s alright. You know Sam?”

“Yeah, I am supposed to officially meet everyone tomorrow but he bought me here today to give a tour.”

And you remembered Steve talking about a new recruit during the missions, how Sam gave him the mantle of Falcon now that he is Captain America.

“You’re the new recruit.” You said with a sly smile, holding your book close to your chest. He gave you a lopsided grin,

“Yes ma’am.”

“Please, It’s just Y/N”

“Okay Y/N, I’m Joaquin. Nice to meet you.” And you shake hands.

“Well Y/N, I hope you help me out when I get here.” He speaks

“Of course, I will.” You said as Sam arrived. He took Joaquin with him, and while walking back, he turned and waved at you.

From time to time, you would find yourself in the same place with him. After a long mission or a bad day, or when you just wanted to get out, you would sit there and he would join you after a while.

You never told anyone this and neither did he. It was your escape, away from everyone.

---/---/---

You see him standing at the exact place where you met him for the first time a year ago. Instead of the warm and welcoming summer evening, it was a cold winter morning. He was overlooking the partially frozen lake of the compound. You approached him, the wind blowing behind you penetrating the thin layer of your hoodie and invading your skin, making you shiver. He looked back at you and let out a frustrated sigh.

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

“What are you doing here? You just ran out of there without a word!” you scream out.

“What was I supposed to say after that?" He pointed towards the compound, “Please just, let me gather my thoughts.”

“Gather your thoughts? You left me standing in front of everyone after you kissed me.”

“I just wanted to get out.”

“Oh, was it that terrible? That you ran out!” you scream in frustration, hot tears brimming in your eyes.

His gaze softened when he realized how he had hurt you unknowingly.

“I looked like a complete idiot. Everyone was looking at me and… and you just left me there!”

He stepped towards you with quick steps through the snow and cupped your face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t realize how much I hurt you I never meant to do so I’m sorry.”

Tears kept falling as you stood there unmoving, his hands too warm to move away from, you leaned into his touch.

“I just got nervous. I’m sorry Y/N”

“It’s alright.” You say honestly, looking at him. You move closer and wrap your arms around him, engulfed in his warmth. He hugged you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Just don’t ever run away leaving me with Tony staring at me like mannequins.” His chest rumbled with laughter as he said, “Okay. I promise I won’t leave you.”

You look up to see him looking at you.

“Ever.” He said before leaning in slowly towards your lips. You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him. His lips were cold, but they were so soft. Unlike the previous one, this one was better. He placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer. You dared and placed your hands on his shoulder, pushing him towards you. When you both retreated, you were breathless.

“I like you a lot.” You blurt out before you could stop yourself. He raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh. “I like you too. His puffy lips turned into a smirk, and you both giggled. You visibly shiver as cold air blows on your back. He looks at you and realizes you are just in your hoodie and sweatpants.

"Y/N! It's 35 degrees where's your coat!"

"I... I was finding you." your teeth clatter as you speak, realizing how cold it was once your anger died down. He zips down his jacket and wraps you under it, sharing his jacket with you. You hug his torso and lean onto his side.

"Let's go inside, get you warm." He places a kiss on your forehead and you walk inside, never once leaving his side.

---/---/---

Bonus Scene

New Year's Eve, 1 January

“Okay. Tell me when you both realized that you were it!” Carol sat in front of you both after the New Year’s Dinner at the compound. Following a heavy dinner, everyone sat down together in the common room with blankets spread on the floor and the sofas. Everyone was present with their families, even Carol showed up from some galaxy she told us was 30 light-years away from ours.

You looked at Joaquin while sitting on his lap at the same time he looked at you, and smiled, “I don’t know, it’s just one day I realized maybe I cared about him a bit more than friends should.”

He laughed and hugged your waist, “well it was on the elevator for me. She told me something that I needed to hear for a long time. I realized what my true feelings were towards her.” You shared warm smiles reminiscing that day.

“Whoa, elevator? When did this happen?” Carol asked in a teasing tone.

“Right after Thanksgiving, we were stuck in an elevator for almost 30 minutes.”

“wait,” Laura, the former Mockingbird, and Clint’s wife, added, “And nobody overruled the system to get you out.”

Clint and Tony shared a look that made them realize they had messed up.

“Uh Y/N…” Clint began but then Joaquin spoke up, “No. And when we reached the floor we saw Steve. He said there was no conference. But we got e-mails. Both of us.”

“What?” Laura was about to say something when Clin caught her hand and gestured for her to stop talking.

“That’s weird,” Carol said quietly.

“C’mon guys you are overthinking this!” Sam tried to cheer you up but you suddenly brainstormed while turning to Joaquin, “Why were you wearing the purple square at the Christmas ball? The same shade as mine?”

He looked confused for a minute before he answered, “I was going for a white one, matching my shirt but Peter told me to wear the square.”

“Kate bought the violet dress for me; I was planning to wear something else.” You reply automatically, the gears in your head turning.

“The Movie Night. When we sat together, my binbag was missing. That’s why we had to sit together.”

“And we were the last to arrive although…”

You both slowly turned to Peter, Yelena, and Kate sitting together not far from you, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Peter was with me.”

“Kate and Yelena were with me.” You both speak at the same time.

Peter saw the exact moment when it dawned on your face, which pretty soon turned into a scowl.

“Did you set us up?” You could feel Joaquin standing up behind you as you said that.

“Okay guys it backfired, RUN!” Kate whispered and the trio was on their feet in record time.

You ran behind them, Joaquin on your toes while your fighting instincts kicked in. The Avengers could do nothing but watch as the almost comical chase broke out in front of them.

You cornered Peter around a table while Joaquin grabbed Kate's arms. He held her tight as she tried to wiggle away.

“We were sick and tired of watching you drool over each other, okay! You were not doing anything so we had to step in!” Peter screamed.

“And judging by the noises I heard last night coming from your room, you sounded really happy,” Yelena shouted standing on the open kitchen’s tabletop. You and Joaquin looked at her, shooting daggers from your eyes but she continued, “I share a wall with you Y/N.” and smirked.

You let out a scream and lunged at Peter, who shot webs on the ceiling and swung towards Yelena. Kate managed to get away from Joaquin, and the cat chase continued.

"Should we stop them?" Bruce asked everyone.

"Nah, I want to see how this turns out," Carol announced with a sly smirk.

---/---/---

Movies Referenced - Immortals (Henry Cavil), Casino Royale(Y/N and Joaquin's dresses for the evening are directly inspired by the pool table scene with Vesper and Bond)

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