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WinterHawk Fic Rec List
Disclaimer: None of these authors have requested to be on this list. These are all stories that I’ve read and enjoyed. Keep in mind that your taste might not match up to mine and that’s ok! Just because I’ve included it doesn’t mean you have to read it (I won’t be offended if you skip over this whole list). If you do check out a story and like it, please remember to leave kudos and/or a comment ❤
P.S. Always check out the story’s tags so you don’t get surprised by something.
Gen Fics - These stories highlight the friendship between Clint and Bucky so may feature them included in other ships i.e. Clint/Natasha or Steve/Bucky
Clint Barton’s Guide to Friends and Ceiling Vents by NoliteTimereEos
(Rated T; Word Count 6,488; Features Clint/Natasha)
In which Clint Barton meets a missing assassin in the vents and somehow becomes friends with him. Things don't go as bad as they could have.
Clint and Bucky: Lost and Found by twangcat
(Rated G; Word Count 2, 075; Features Steve/Bucky and Clint/Coulson)
The first time Bucky sees Clint limp into the Avengers tower pretending his ribs aren’t bruised while brushing his wild blond hair out of his eyes, Bucky smiles. When Clint immediately starts railing at Tony for blasting the guy Clint was fighting because, “I didn’t need rescuing Tony, I had him!” Bucky does a double take.
Learning to Say Hello by heartdesire456
(Rated M; Word Count 11,229; Features Steve/Bucky and Clint/Coulson)
Clint had woken up one morning about three weeks ago (Well, Clint guessed about three. Definitely more than one. Maybe.) and stumbled down to the living room only to realize there was a guy on his couch. The guy just happened to be the Winter Soldier, who Clint knew was actually Steve’s old best friend, Bucky Barnes. Barnes had been having a staring contest with Lucky (one eye shut, to make it fair, Clint had noticed) and Clint had decided to just leave him to it and make decisions after he’d had some coffee. (In which Hawkeye befriends the Winter Soldier and discovers the Epic Love Story of Steve and Bucky nobody knows about)
Shooting Stuff Is Better With Company by WriteThroughTheNight
( Rated T; Word Count 11,636; Features Clint/Coulson and Steve/Bucky)
"Natasha tells him that HYDRA is inside SHIELD (which Clint can hardly believe), and that the Winter Soldier is on the playing field. She says the latter with fear and awe, but Clint smiles, small and real, for the first time since New York." OR Clint and Bucky have been friends for years and it's to the archer that he runs after the events of DC.
WinterHawk Fics - Stories where Clint/Bucky are the main couple
I’ll Keep you Safe Here With Me by sara_holmes
(Rated M; Word Count 110,566)
Yes, Clint is avoiding the other Avengers. No, he does not want to go back to New York. But then again, he didn't exactly want to be kidnapped by the Winter Soldier either. Really, he just wants to go back to bed.
(Side note: Pretty sure this is the fic that got me into WinterHawk)
Clint Barton’s Super Secret Sniper’s Club by sara_holmes
(Rated T; Word Count 67,057; Other ship include Tony/Steve)
Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.) "When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center." Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself.
(Side note: would recommend pretty much any WinterHawk fic by this author)
Left Foot Forward by shatteredhourglass
(Rated M; Word Count 22,307; Other ships include Pepper/Tony and Bruce/Natasha)
There was an unspoken rule among the Avengers that they didn't talk about Clint's soulmark. They didn't talk about it, they didn't look at it, and they didn't bring it up.
Falling Off the Face of the Earth by Teeelsie
(Rated E; Word Count 77,500)
Cap relaxes his hold, but he stays where he is, still looming over him. “Clint. The compound’s been breached,” Rogers whispers urgently, then finally sits back and lets go of him. There’s another explosion, closer this time and throwing more light. He turns his head sharply and sees Bucky Barnes hovering near the door, looking… off. Clint pushes Rogers and he finally stands up so Clint can scramble out of the bed and grab some clothes. He’s wearing only boxers because it’s fucking hot in Wakanda, and he catches Barnes’ eyes flicking across his body. Clint long ago stopped being bothered by people’s reactions to the many scars on his body – not that that many people actually see them - but that doesn’t mean he appreciates when they stare. “Like what you see?” he asks with a hard edge as he pulls on his shirt. Barnes turns his head, at least having the decency to look embarrassed for being caught staring. Rogers looks at them both impatiently and quickly switches gears. “Clint, I need you to take Bucky. Get him out of Wakanda and somewhere safe.” OR Bucky and Clint fall into each other. Bad shit happens. Then it all works out in the end.
Lost & Found by mariana_oconnor
(Rated M; Word Count 89,972; Other ships include Tony/Steve and Natasha/Sam)
Clint Barton’s got a bag full of stolen money and a burning desire to stay under the radar. His old friends in the Carnival will be looking for him and they sure as hell won’t be happy. In a desperate attempt to stay off their radar, he ends up in Timely, a small town so far off the beaten track he’s surprised he even found it, and waits for Barney to comes and get him. Because Barney will be coming. Clint knows he will. But there's something about the town. Maybe it's the strange wolf that watches him from the trees, and the way people finish conversations when he enters a room. Or it could be the bartender, Bucky, who decided to hate him on sight. Something’s going on in this small town, and Clint’s not sure if he’s jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Thank You for Staying with Us by Noxnthea
(Rated T; Word Count 14,390)
Ex-special ops, millennial motel receptionist Clint Barton is pretty sure that one of his guests is an honest-to-god assassin, but he's also pretty sure he's willing to let that slide because hot damn have you seen the dude's face? Besides, the only guy he's killed was kinda evil, so there's really no reason for Clint to do anything about his realization, right? or: five times Clint looked the other way, and one time he couldn't look away.
Historic Features by flawedamythyst
(Rated T; Word Count 19,254; Other ships include Tony/Steve)
“Electrical surges with no source, and music coming from the air, and that damn baseball game no one was watching, and I swear I sometimes hear voices right on the edge of hearing when I should be alone,” said Tony. “What does that sound like to you?” “Sounds like-” said Steve, then hesitated. Tony gave him a pointed look. “Sounds like a haunting,” he finished, reluctantly. “Oh no,” said Clint, in tones of mock-horror. “Ghosts!” Bucky laughed and kissed him. “Man, I hope they’re friendly.”
Clint and Bucky are haunting the new apartment that Tony bought in Brooklyn to try and impress Steve.
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Devil’s Backbone
Devil’s Backbone
Chapter 2
AN: I hope everyone is enjoying the story so, far and here is chapter 2 :)
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+
Warnings: Smut, violence, flashbacks of past sexual assault, descriptions of torture and racial hate. Tony is not a good guy from chapter 2.
Relationships: Bucky/OC, Steve/Natasha, Billy/Wanda/Grant, Sam/Sharon, Clint/Laura and Yelena/Frank Castle/Karen Page.
Summary: In the aftermath of the Blip, Bucky struggled to find his place among the world and the Avengers. However, when he is sent on a mission to Madripoor to investigate a mysterious woman, he starts to realize maybe his past isn’t too far behind. Co-Written with WalkingPotterGirl14.
Bucky felt stunned at what he was seeing as he saw the young woman break into Natasha's room. She came out freshly showered and wearing Natasha's clothes. He couldn't see her face, as she had back turned to the cameras before walking down the hallway and going into Wanda's bedroom.
She came out a few minutes later, with nothing but plenty of bottles of Wanda's shampoo and conditioner. Wanda looked stunned by what she was seeing, watching as she walked further down the hallway.
The woman then broke into Yelena's bedroom. She was in there far longer than she had been in Wanda's room, and sooner or later the woman left with a suitcase, before the security camera went fuzzy.
"We don't have any security footage of her face, as she kept her back to the cameras. She knew where she was going…but why did she go into Wanda, Yelena and Natasha's bedrooms?" Billy asked wearily. They didn't even know who she was.
"Natasha and Yelena believe that someone escaped the HYDRA base in Belarus and hid on the quinjet. I want Romanoff, Russo, Belova, and Stark to check the HYDRA base again to see if we missed something," Fury instructed sternly. Everyone nodded and left to do what the director had instructed.
"Where do you want the rest of us, sir?" Steve asked gravely. He knew this was serious. Whoever this woman was, she'd been able to remain undetected by F.R.I.D.A.Y.
"I want you, Barnes, Barton, Maximoff, Ward, and Wilson to search the nearby streets for any sign of this woman. Whoever she is, she might be a threat to us," Fury said gravely, and everyone nodded in understanding.
The flight to Madripoor was eight hours. Ana passed the time by catching up with the world events that had occurred when she had been placed in cyro by her handlers. The WHIH news was reporting on a terrorist group called the Flag Smashers being sent to an underwater prison called the Raft, along with their sympathizers.
The group had blown up a GRC Supply Depot in Riga, Latvia, killing seventy-nine people and injuring plenty of civilians. Five of the victims had families, with one having just started the job, and was a father of two.
She shook her head in disgust. Ana was no saint in any way. She had blood on her hands, but she never deliberately tried to kill civilians during her missions.
The faces of the people she had killed in the name of HYDRA or the Red Room cut her deeply. She had never wanted this life when she had lived at the orphanage. All she had dreamed about was of becoming a ballet dancer, like her mother before she had passed away.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land at Madripoor airport. There will be slight turbulence due to strong winds," the voice of the pilot announced gravely. Everyone fastened their seat-belts, and Ana avoided looking out of the window.
She loved the sea, but she had a terrible fear of drowning after one of the girls in the Red Room nearly drowned her at the swimming pool.
The plane landed gracefully with people gradually leaving. Ana allowed a couple to leave first before she went to exit. She went into the airport, as she walked to the luggage hold area, and grabbed her suitcase, heading out as quickly as possible.
Her next stop was going to High Town and getting settled in. She needed to find information on all these players, including on Peggy Carter's niece who was still living in Madripoor, despite being pardoned by the US government.
She put on her dark tinted sunglasses, before going to the garage and found a black Suzuki Ignis in the car park. She smiled slightly before picking up the keys, and saw the car had black tinted windows.
She hoped the windows were bulletproof, but she decided not to tempt fate.
At least, not yet.
Bucky was in the living room with Steve, Sam, Wanda, Grant, and Clint, reading through the documents about the Black Widow Ops program. It felt like a dead end, until he saw a name on the list of girls in the program.
'Anastasia Liukin.'
"Are we sure that Natasha and Yelena were the only two who survived the Red Room Program? What if someone else survived?" Sam was the one who asked question that all of them had been thinking.
An uneasy silence fell upon them. Natasha and Yelena were very secretive about their time in the Red Room. Bucky knew both of them due to having trained them in the Red Room, and his past relationship with Natasha.
Not that it was something that either he nor Natasha liked to be reminded or think about. He didn't have happy memories of his time in the Red Room. If anything, it was something that gave him nightmares.
He was the bogeyman to the girls in the Red Room. A terrifying man who would harshly discipline them if they failed in any of the lessons. Failure in ballet, languages, gymnastics, or espionage was not tolerated by the superiors in the Red Room.
Faintly, he remembered a young woman around sixteen being sent to be trained by him. She had been Yelena's age, but the superiors and other girls hadn't liked the fact that she still remained kind, even refusing to kill other girls in the class.
He didn't know what had happened to her, but he knew Melina Vostokoff had worked as a trainer in the academy. He hated the cold bitch, and she didn't like him either and neither did her husband.
Hmm…he really did wonder what happened to her. Thinking about her more, all he could remember is her refusal every time they tried to trick her into doing something painful. She was so sweet…The Red Room must have ruined her. They never let anyone out who doesn't obey them.
Goddamnit…he wished his memory weren’t so damn fuzzy.
"This file really says everything we need to know," Steve states quietly, turning the pages. "Anastasia Liukin…a young girl who grew up in an orphanage after her mother died…enhanced physiology, holy shit…Nat might know something seriously about this girl. Yelena too."
Sam takes the folder from him, looking over it quickly. "She was abandoned at an orphanage until she was seven and then they took her away to the Red Room under the guise she would be a ballerina…there they trained her." He lowers the file and looks to Steve. "They have to know something about this…but why would they keep it a secret?"
"Maybe she's really dangerous?" Wanda suggests.
"It's not like them to keep dangerous threats from us," Clint argues quietly. "There has to be another reason why."
"Hold on a minute," Steve mutters, getting up and heading over to where the taping was from earlier, playing it back on the screen. He had the file in one hand and looked back and forth as the video played. "What if the possible person that snuck into here was her?"
"But they said-"
"Wanda, I don't know if you know this, but Nat and Yelena have plenty of secrets from us," Steve says quietly, turning to her. "If this was another one of their secrets, then I wouldn't be surprised. Maybe the moment we got into the HYDRA base, we activated something, and it woke her up if she was in cyro or something, like Buck was. What if the reason she didn't activate F.R.I.D.A.Y. was because she's a spy like them? A soldier?"
Steve looks over at Bucky, who was continuously looking at a picture of the girl from before. His brow furrows.
"What's up, Bucky?"
"I…I think I saw her."
Everyone's eyes turn to him, all their attention focused on his one phrase. God, he hated being the center of their eyes. Steve walks over to where he sat, moving to sit next to him. "What do you mean?"
"I…wanted a quick drink of coffee and something sweet…Alpine was resting and I decided to head down to the coffee shop below my place to grab something and there was this girl who…bought two cookies for herself and a coffee…I didn't have enough money to get my own cookie and she overheard so she came over and gave one of hers to me…I felt like she looked familiar, I…I didn't know if it was her or not, I…" He runs his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, guys."
"Bucky, don't apologize. It has nothing to do with you. Not like we knew any better at the time." He looks down at the file. "However, if it was, we might be able to figure out where she is now. Maybe if we confront Nat and Yelena with this information, we can figure out how to find her."
Bucky nods quietly. "Okay…okay, yeah, we can do that."
She had to admit, the Power Broker was hard to get by, but after some scrounging around, Ana was able to set up a meeting with the guy, having to stumble into his overtly large and grand apartment. She had to admit, it was quite the nice place.
Part of her wished it were hers.
"Ah, I see you've finally arrived," a voice called out to her as she walked into a large living room. She raises her brow to see a man come out who honestly didn't look like much, but she knew the power he had. "The woman of the hour. The escaped Red Room agent. The-"
"Cut the crap," she states, crossing her arms against her chest. "Let's get down to business. I have a lot of money and I certainly can't use it in the United States. I want to start up here. What are my options?"
The man chuckles and shakes his head. "You are assertive, I'll give you that." He grabs a drink for her, but she dismisses it, taking a seat down. She wasn't dumb enough to accept a drink from a stranger. The man shrugs and turns back around. "Having a tough day, huh?"
"It's any other day. I just want to make sure I can afford the place I'm staying at, is all," she states lightly, looking up at him. "And I know that you can be the man to do that."
The Power Broker snickers and shakes his head, going to sit opposite from her. "You're sweet to think you can suddenly overwhelm me like that, but if work is what you want, it is what you can get. You're a strong little girl, huh?" She feels her hands turn to fists. She hated when people said that. "I can tell from that face you got. There's years of death in those eyes, huh?"
"Are you going to give me a job or not?" She asks through gritted teeth.
"Isaiah Bradley," he states simply before grabbing a remote from the couch, pulling up a picture on the TV in front of them. "Do you know of him?"
"I've…heard of him," she states slowly. "He was a test subject for the Super-Soldier serum years ago, but they really did really bad shit to him. Have no idea where he is now, though."
"Well, I do," the Power Broker states, standing. "Isaiah is currently in Baltimore, Maryland, assumingly trying to hide out the rest of his days. But I don't plan for that to happen."
Ana stands, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"You see, Anastasia-"
"Ana," she corrects.
"Ana," he answers, with a grim smile. "I'm in the business of power. I give people the power that they want for a price. One of those ways I have done it is through the Super Soldier serum…sadly, those bloody Avengers took out one of my main scientists that was recreating the serum for me…but luckily, when one person falls, two others shall take their place. They have all of the info that they need to continue making the serum and bringing me more power than before, but all I need is Isiah."
Ana stares at him in horror. "You're going to make more of those serums that killed so many people? That created those Flag-Smashers? There has to be another way-"
"There is no other way for power, my dear," the man states, coming over to her. "You want safety? You want to make sure you're in charge of your life? You capture Isiah for me with your skills, and I'll make sure that money you have will never leave your side, and the power you gain will only grow. It's your choice."
Ana didn't even know what to say. She knew what the serum did to people. She knew how terrifying it was. There was no way she was going to let someone like him take that again. Let him control people with that.
So, she swallows and takes a step back, before grabbing the drink he had offered her earlier. Fuck it. "You can't find anyone else?" She asks slightly, feeling around her belt for a moment. "To do this dirty work?"
"I could, but I'm quite positive that having someone from the Red Room do it for me would be the best option, for you and myself."
She nods slightly before turning to face him, swallowing the whole drink in one sitting. It was now or never. "You see…I've always been in favour of getting what I want, so yes, in your eyes, this might be your best option for me…but it's not in my head." She lowers the glass to the table. "For me, the best option IS Madripoor…owning the city as you do. Isaiah Bradley has been through hell and back, and I don't intend to bring him forward to endure more of that pain."
The man lowers his glass to the table. "Ana, I-"
"I'm going to kill you, Power Broker," she states coldly. "You have five seconds to run."
He takes off. She counts to five, and then runs quicker, going directly after him.
She chased him through the apartment, catching sight of him trying to run through the back garden once he exited his place. She caught up to him, just as he was heading out, before grabbing him by the back of his jacket, throwing him into the side of a back entrance door. She glared at him in disgust, before dragging him towards her.
"I've seen men like you before who don't give a damn about the people they hurt," she said dangerously. The Power Broker started laughing then at her, causing her to stare at him in confusion.
"Do you really think I didn't have a contingency plan in place if you refused to capture Isiah, Ana? I sent a black ops team to capture him. I've known where he lives all this time. And if he dies, then I'll just simply use his grandson," he said smugly. Ana saw red in that moment, and promptly knocked him to the point of being unconscious.
She pulled out a disposable cell phone, typing in the number and waited impatiently as the phone rang. Finally, after seven rings, the woman answered.
"Sharon Carter of Carter Art speaking. How can I help you?" The woman asked pleasantly. Ana decided that she needed to meet with her face to face. But no way in hell, was she giving her real name. She'd use another name. There were a few names that held deep, fond memories for her.
"Hello, Miss Carter. This is Olga Omelianchik speaking. I need to speak with you urgently. Is there a place that we can talk?" She asked calmly. Sharon paused on the line.
"We'll meet at my place. I'll send a car to pick you up. What's this about?" She asked wearily, causing Ana to smile slightly. The woman wasn't stupid.
Then again, the niece of Peggy Carter wouldn't be stupid.
"Isaiah Bradley. And send me the address. I'll drive there," Ana answered firmly. Sharon agreed and texted her the address after hanging up.
She looked disdainfully at the Power Broker's unconscious body before tying his hands with vibranium handcuffs. She dragged him to the car, throwing his body in the back of the trunk, before starting up the engine and driving away.
Natasha sighed tiredly as they once again began searching the HYDRA base. There was nothing to see until she found a room that had at least ten cyrostasis chambers. One of them looked like it had been recently used, and she noticed footprints on the dust covered floor.
Someone had definitely been here recently, but she had no idea who it was.
Her mind then wondered to a young girl with light blonde hair, and hazel eyes but her thoughts were interrupted when a voice spoke out.
"Anything?" Yelena asked quietly, as she stepped into the room. Natasha shook her head. There wasn't any sign of the mysterious woman but whoever the woman was, she was dangerous.
"Nothing aside from an abandoned cyrostasis chamber. I found this file along with a backpack in a safe, but no dice," she answered wearily, showing Yelena the backpack, along with the files.
They were all in Russian, which would be translated once they returned to the compound. Sighing, Natasha was relieved when they left the building and made their way to the jet.
She couldn't help but feel like she had seen that woman on the security footage before.
Sharon waited wearily for the mysterious young woman to meet with her, and saw a black Suzuki Ignis parking in the driveway. A young blonde-haired young woman came out of the car, wearing a black leather jacket. She looked at her silently.
"Sharon Carter?" She asked wearily, Sharon nodded and shook her hand as they walked to the back of the car. Sharon had a feeling that this woman didn't take anyone's bullshit.
"That's me…and you are?" she asked cautiously. The young woman smiled slightly at her question. It didn't look like she smiled a lot. Her eyes were hard and guarded.
"Ana Liukin…I have a proposition for you that I believe will benefit both of us, and your friends who happen to be the Avengers? I know you helped them when Zemo killed Dr. Nadler," Ana offered. Sharon stared at her in surprise before nodding and the woman opened the boot of her car to the young woman.
Sharon was greeted by the sight of the Power Broker, tied up and unconscious in Ana's car. She stared at Ana in a stunned silence, before regaining her composure.
"What do you need my help with?" She asked cautiously as Ana admired the cherry blossom trees that were blooming in her garden.
"I need you to send a message to the Avengers about Isaiah Washington. The Power Broker sent a black ops team to capture him and his grandson. He wants to recreate the super-soldier serum," she explained quickly to her, Sharon nodded in understanding, and glanced at the Power Broker.
"What are you going to do about him?" She questioned curiously, genuinely interested.
"I'll deal with him, don't worry…I think it's time that Madripoor had a new leader, one that cleans up the place," Ana answered smoothly, before getting in her car and driving away.
Sharon watched her go, impressed but also stunned by what the younger woman was doing.
Sam felt his phone vibrate before turning it on and seeing a text from Sharon. He frowned. Sharon had been working undercover for Fury but hadn't come back after the Flag Smashers and Karli had been sent to the Raft.
'Isaiah Bradley's been compromised. The Power Broker's sent a black ops team to kidnap him and his grandson. Get them out of there, Sam!'
"Steve, Bucky, Clint! Wanda! We need to get to Baltimore NOW!" He shouted urgently.
"Whoa, whoa, what's going on?" Bucky asks, running over to him as soon as he heard him yelling.
"It's Isaiah. The Power Broker sent a team after him – we need to stop them now!" He urges. "Sharon just let me know!"
Steve nods, a determined look on his face. "Then let's get going."
They had raced out to the quinjet as soon as possible, getting on as quickly as they could until they raced off to where Baltimore was. Luckily, the city wasn't too far with their mode of transportation, and within a little bit of time, they had arrived, heading straight to where Isiah's house was.
As soon as they did, they could see that there were people trying to break in. But that ended almost as quickly as it began, as Steve had used his shield to knock out several of the guys while the rest of them got to work. Bucky took out a couple with his skills, Sam with his gear, Clint with his arrows and Wanda with her powers.
It was times like this that Bucky actually remembered that they worked well as a team most of the time. He wished they were given more things to do like this. Show his worth to more people.
Once the threat was taken out, they called the police, getting them, all sent to their cars. Bucky had wiped the blood from his face as he takes a seat down, watching as Isiah talked to Steve quietly, thanking him for coming. Even in his age with the serum, Isiah was still old. He wouldn't have been able to take on all those guys at once.
"You doing alright?" He hears from above, seeing Wanda take a seat down next to him. "Seems like you're lost up here." She points to her head.
Bucky chuckles a bit and shrugs his shoulders. "Just thinking about everything we do…I feel like Fury doesn't…I don't know, trust me enough yet." He looks over at her. "It's always team missions and it's never really with the ones that work together – all of us work well but then I go on missions with Sam, and we get along fine but Tony is there, or Yelena might come…I just wish more people would trust me, but I know nothing is built overnight."
Wanda sighs quietly before gesturing to her. "When I first came here, he didn't trust me either. It takes time to gain the man's trust. You did try to kill him once."
Bucky cringes before rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, you're right about that." At that moment, Clint comes around, his phone in his hands. "Hey, did you ever ask Sharon how she found that out?"
"I did but she's being sort of sketchy about it," Sam answers honestly. "She won't tell me. Says there was some deal between her and a girl. Don't know who…but whoever it is, apparently she's taking down the Power Broker."
Bucky's brow raises in surprise. "Just like that? She pops up out of nowhere?"
"Sometimes that happens. A brand-new enemy comes around and makes the weaker one bite the dust," Clint remarks, sharpening his arrows. "If she is becoming a new Power Broker, we need to keep an eye out then…but if she was like the current one, then why would she warn us?"
That was the question everyone was thinking. And no one quite had the answer to it.
As soon as she had dragged the Power Broker out of her car and back into his fancy shmancy apartment, he was practically begging for his life. She had him pinned up to a chair in his kitchen, her knife at his neck.
She had told him about how she stopped his plan, how nothing was going to work as he had wanted, and now, he was going to die. He pleaded, screamed, tried to bargain, but in the end, all she wanted was his seat. His place. His power.
So, she slits his throat. His blood flies onto her clothes, but she doesn't flinch.
It doesn't take long for the life in him to drain out, and she tilts her head, looking at the dead body, all she can think is how aggravating it was going to be cleaning the blood from the floor. She undoes his handcuffs and watches as the body fell.
If she had this power…she was surely going to make sure someone else took this damn body away. She was done hiding her sins.
"Excuse me?" She calls out to an intercom, which she is met with a surprising "Yes?" She responds "Your little leader is dead. I request you come up and take him before I take you out too."
There was silence on the other line for a good couple of seconds before the respond with a "Yes, ma'am."
Now THAT sounded good.
She took a shower after that, and by the time she had emerged with new clothes, the body was gone, and the blood cleaned. She smiles as she heads into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine from his wine fridge and takes a seat down, glancing outside at the skyline of Madripoor.
This whole city would be hers…at a cost.
The Power Broker would kill anyone innocent to get what he wants. She drew the line at that…God knows she had done enough of it long ago.
Ana sighs as she takes a sip of her wine, remembering her last moments in New York City. Her mind kept going back to the man in the coffee shop she had met not long before her flight. What was it about him? Was it his eyes? His hair? His beard? Why was she spending so much time-
She gasps, the drink suddenly dropping from her hand and onto the floor, shattering. A pillar of memories struck her.
That man wasn't a stranger. That man was the fucking Winter Soldier. The man that had trained her in the Red Room.
"H…holy shit," she whispers, bringing a hand to her mouth in shock. It all made sense now. Why he looked so stressed, why he thought she looked familiar too…he must not have recognized her either. She wondered if he knew now.
What a fucking day.
She runs her hands through her hair. God…the memories she had with the Winter Soldier.
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Fuck John Walker (and also some other stuff): A Response To Episode Four
WARNING: some bad language, death mentions, violence mentions, blood mentions, racism, spoilers for for ep 4 of tfatws
DISCLAMER: I have some Opinions about various characters. These do not extend to the actors, who I’m sure are lovely and should be treated with the dignity, privacy and respect that they deserve.
“Fuck John Walker” was originally meant to be the subtitle. I decided on it when he screwed up the op for Sam. It got ungraded during the final scene, because nothing else could possibly compare as a necessary title to this post.
Essentially, some (out of order) thoughts on episode 4:
~*Sam and Bucky, working together*~ (pretend this is a musical jingle)
The contrasting ways that they interacted with the displaced
While the incredibly valid argument can be made that Sam is the least privileged of the group (I’ve made it) it is obvious that he has had the most structured civilian life: approaching the people he comes across openly. Yes, he is polite and calm, but the closest thing to this he has personally come across in the past (that we know of) would be the war vets he worked with and the critical difference is that they wanted to be there. From what I remember of Sam’s groups they didn’t seem to be a sort of mandatory requirement: you came because you chose to. Or at least, you came prepared for the situation. Here, Sam is an outsider and an unwelcome threat. These people are not going to open up to him.
Bucky is quieter, but still quite straight forward in the way he presents himself. I think he may show a little more care for the environment he is in than Sam but that isn’t saying much. Yes, he has experienced much worse things than Sam but we still see his unfamiliarity with this sort of situation paired with some less than stellar social skills really not working in his favor.
Look, I love both these 2 to death. But this is not what they know.
Zemo on the other hand quite likely lived in a place similar to this after his family was murdered. He shows an understanding of how this sort of situation would work, going to children who:
a) wont necessarily peg him as an outsider
b) are bribable
also I think he was genuinely super glad to give those kids that candy and money. He would have been such a good dad. now I have Zemo feels. somebody help me.
The inclusion of the Dora Milaje was incredibly awesome, and not just because I simp for powerful women. Narratively, this was the perfect place for them to join the party and assert their right to apprehend Zemo.
Bucky speaking Xhosa (i think it was?) is very cool
I would like to take this moment to formally state that Caption John Walker is a motherfucking asshole.
It was also really nice to see Sam’s therapist skills, that worked against him earlier really help him here.
I liked seeing that more human side of Karli, and having her interact with the “enemy” and have serious conversation about what everyone is doing.
Until Captain Insecurity has to destroy the op because he doesn’t trust the people he chose to work with, no one has comms or anything I guess?
Also Walker deferring to Bucky for team decisions over Sam, talking over Sam and acting like he knows better than Sam?
I smell racism in this Chili’s tonight
It was also really interesting to get a more in-depth look at how Zemo views supersoldiers. Nearly all the ones that he has either heard of or interacted with (destroyed) had either volunteered for the serum or were so brainwashed that it didn’t make a difference. These people are a dangerous enemy to be eliminated, alongside people like Dr. Nagel. His entire worldview is focused on their destruction that the idea that one of them could be a normal person is impossible to him. The only exceptions acknowledged are Steve (paragon of saintly virtue) and Bucky.
And the fact that after his family died and his country devastated he would most likely have fixated on both the Avengers and the “concept” of a superhuman being as something to blame for his loss. His refusal to concede his position to Sam isn’t just arrogance, although that seems to be a part of it, but the fact that he has spent so much time and energy in destroying both the Winter Soldier program and most likely other similar operations, along with the Avengers that this hatred and belief in the danger has most likely become one of his core beliefs. To change this would be to question his vendetta against the Avengers, to question his actions against the Winter Soldier program which he knows was a horrible thing, and to question why he has spent the past seven years in maximum security prison. This isn’t something he is ready to do yet.
The fact that Bucky is a noted exception is something that stands out to me. Zemo knows that Bucky is a good person, regardless of the serum.
Bucky is also the only main character (that I can think of) that was injected with the serum against his will. The fact that he didn’t seek it out could quite likely be part of the reason that Zemo doesn’t look down on him for it - it is framed that the sort of person that seeks out that sort of strength/power would be a “supremacist”, someone who would use their abilities to harm and subjugate others.
And while we are at the apartment may I say how funny it is to see Zemo just. Literally being Sam and Bucky’s sugar daddy. He transports them and houses them and makes them fancy tea. It’s possible he’s providing them with clothes. Either way, love it. Cannot wait for the boys to work it out.
Sam and Lemar’s responses to being offered the serum are an interesting juxtaposition to how they view the concept of supersoldiers. They have both experienced hardship and survived war but Sam is the one that has gone up against Gods and monsters and he wants none of that, thank you.
And Lemar is so comfortable with saying yes because it isn’t actually being offered to him. Walker expresses some hesitation in their discussion because for him, it isn’t hypothetical. This is something real that can and will effect him for the rest of his life and he wants to make the “right decision”.
The return of Erskine’s belief that the serum not only effect the physical but the mental, emotional and (possibly?) spiritual. This isn’t something that’s really been touched on outside of The First Avenger and I liked that it turned up here. But the fact that it was the reason Walker felt comfortable taking the serum? Eww
The Dora Milaje kicking names and taking ass is super awesome. They are so incredibly skilled and have such amazing teamwork and are also super beautiful I love them
Sam and Bucky just. Watching. Enjoying the show. Absolute kings.
Zemo being the sneaky little sneak that he is :)
One one hand, Bucky losing his arm in the fight was very awesome. One the other hand, he has a long history of complicated bodily autonomy in relation to that arm so........ Neutral opinion it is then
Karli, honey, I really want to like you but can you please keep the mans family out of it. Okay?
And another thing that this show made me think about: kids left to fend for themselves after the Blip (uuuurrrggh it hate calling it that. stupid canonical name). I think it’s good that at least some people took it on themselves to take these children in, to give them good lives and families.
The way that Sam has incorporated his wings into his combat style is very cool
Okie dokie can’t avoid it forever lets get this over with.
LEMAR MY BEAUTIFUL SON NOOOO
those fuckers (the writers i mean)
Side note: did they really have to make the first main character death of the series a Black “sidekick” character? No. No they did not.
Side side note: I understand that this is a perfectly valid way (ew) to “advance the plot” but I can and will be annoyed about it
And now we really get into the shit. But...........................
As much as I absolutely unequivocally hate John Walker I actually like the thematic parallels of how they did this. All throughout The First Avenger Steve is adamant on how he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he just wants to stand up to the bullies. It’s only after Bucky dies that he says he wants to kill all the Nazis and really get into the horror of it all. The fact that John, who has absolutely been on the edge for the entire episode if not longer, only loses it after Lemar dies?
Because Lemar is arguably meant to be that stand-in for Bucky in the eyes of the public, and they are obviously close friends..........
Just -
I feel I may have accidentally been slightly nicer than I planned to Walker in this post. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
But C****** J*** W****** is NOT Captain America. Up until now I’ve been calling him “Fake Cap” in my head and to my family, but he doesn’t even deserve that honor.
And the blood on the Shield. Dear god that was horrible.
And the fact that, as it was pointed out in this very episode, this man fully represents everything that is Captain America, to the world. He isn’t only tarnishing his own legacy, he is also destroying Steve’s. And to some extent, Bucky’s. The whole reason that Bucky Barnes is considered a “Superhero” is because, at least in America he is known as “Cap’s Best Friend”. He was marketed that way for over half a century, and after the whole “Winter Solder” thing, goodwill or no, brainwashing or no, this could end very ugly for him. Not to mention that Steve Rogers is most likely to be forgotten to history in favor of this freak.
And on that note, where the fuck is Steve? This is set only 6 months after Endgame, if he had died we would know. So what the hell is he doing? Because I know he got perpetual brainrot going back in time to be str8 and boring but dear god if the show tries to tell me that he’s just chilling in some senior’s center in Alaska I will actually call bullshit. Steve Rogers would never. Okay this is a whole separate post on my thought on Steve. Watch this space I guess.
And while we’re all here, Bucky Barnes needs a goddamn boyfriend. I’ve done some thinking, and here is a compiled shortlist:
Sam
Zemo
De-aged Steve (he would be higher but I’m still mad at him for the whole “vanishing without a word to relive Jim Crow and the Lavender Scare. :/ )
IN THAT ORDER.
That’s all folks.
Feel free to send me asks if you want clarification or extra details on anything.
And finally -
the thing we all came to see:
FUCK
JOHN
WALKER
fin
#john walker#steve rogers#captain america#sam wilson#bucky barnes#helmut zemo#zemo#tfatws#the falcon and the winter solider spoilers#karli morgenthau#dora milaje#tw blood#tw violence#tw death#cw racism#thats all folks
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We Grow Together (32)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tessa Sullivan (OFC)
Chapter Summary: The aftermath...
Summary: Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist. But hey, every couple has their struggles. Right?
Warnings: All the angst! Also... talk of drowning, hospitals, and death.
The whole thing just kept playing over and over and over again in his head. Every detail. Every wrong call. The far-off tailing. The lack of air support. Him telling her to comply with Lobe’s driver and get into the trunk. Him telling Bucky to take the shot.
He didn’t expect that the car would go into the river. It should’ve skidded to a stop long before that, should’ve veered off into the fields that lay between the town and the bridge. But it didn’t. And he can’t get the image of it careening off the bridge and slamming into the water below out of his head.
She didn’t answer at first, but once she did, the relief was short-lived. Her voice was small and scared, unlike he’d ever heard it before. I can’t get out. Steve, I can’t… trailing off as the water began shorting out her earpiece.
But we got her out… That’s what he keeps telling himself, reminding himself. In response to all of the other terrible thoughts and images going through his mind… We got her out.
“Hey.” He looks up from his twisted hands and sees Bucky standing before him, just as soaking wet as the rest of them, just as drawn and tired looking.
“How is she?” he asks with a start, standing up so fast that he almost knocks his friend over.
Bucky places a hand on his shoulder to steady him and he nods. “She’s alright. I mean… they want to keep her overnight. And they’re worried about her lungs… how the water affected them.” He gives Steve a small, sad smile. “Natasha’s with her. She told me to go get some air. You wanna come?”
Steve just nods and pats the man on the back as they head for the doors out of the emergency room. There are a few benches along the walkway that extends out to the main parking lot. They’re along a quiet grassy corridor, surrounded by trees, and Steve can’t help but think how almost cruel it is to offer such a lovely space for people who are undoubtably in the midst of one of the worst days of their lives.
Bucky doesn’t seem to notice the flowering redbuds or the lush green grass, or even the crickets beginning to chirp as the sun sets to their left. He simply drops down onto a bench in an exhausted heap, his head falling into his hands.
Steve stares at him for a long moment before quietly taking a seat next to him. “Sam said he flew the Redwing over the island. Said he couldn’t see a damn thing.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Nat and I’ll go out once it’s dark and see what we can find, but…” He trails off, glancing over at Bucky once more. He hasn’t moved an inch. “Never found the other guy,” he mutters, referring to the passenger in the car.
“I don’t really care,” Bucky mumbles into his hands.
Steve pulls in a nervous, shaky breath. “The doctors…” he starts, then shakes his head. “She’s okay, right?”
He sits upright finally, leans back and drops his hands as he takes a deep breath and squints against the setting sun. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Yeah, I think so. Her um… pulse ox? It’s a measure of how much oxygen she’s getting. It’s low. But they said that’s normal, considering. Somebody going without oxygen that long, they’d be most worried about brain damage. But she’s with it and talking… And puking… guess she swallowed a lot of water too.” He nods, definitively. “Yeah, I think she’s okay.”
“I broke her rib,” Steve says softly, his eyes cast down as he remembers the sickening pop, feels her chest cave under his hands.
“Two, actually.”
He looks up and sees Bucky offer him another sad, conciliatory smile. “Jesus,” he mutters, still wringing his hands. “Buck, I’m… I’m so sorry.”
“For what? Doing CPR?” He snorts. “You saved her life.”
“No,” he says with a sigh. “Clint did.”
It’s true, Clint was the one who stepped in after Natasha’s alarmed shout of Steve! She too had heard Tessa’s ribs crack beneath his hands. And Clint was there in an instant, calmly pushing him aside and taking over compressions, softly repeating, “You’ve got this. C’mon, Doc. You can do this,” until murky river water poured from her mouth in violent gasps and chokes and heaves.
“You got her out of that car,” Bucky tells him simply.
“I’m the reason she was in that car.”
There’s a slight sound of wood cracking and Steve looks down to find Bucky’s metal hand too-tightly gripping the edge of the bench. “She was there because she was too damn stubborn to say no,” he says, his lips pressed together in a firm line. He shakes his head solemnly. “We all fucked up.”
“It was my mission. I set it up. I called the shots. I was running point.” Part of him hopes that Bucky will interrupt to tell him that he’s not to blame. But the larger part knows that even if he did, it would just be one friend trying to comfort another. The truth is the truth. He’s responsible for his men (and women) when they’re in the field. It’s that simple. And Sergeant Barnes would know that truth better than anyone. “The only man I ever lost in a op was you,” he says after a long, quiet moment.
Bucky turns to look at him, but Steve doesn’t – can’t – make eye contact. “You didn’t lose me. Not forever. And we didn’t lose Tessa either.”
He leans back into the bench and stretches his hands out. His fingers are aching from mangling them for the last who knows how long… but it was all he could do to keep from feeling the metal of the car slipping under his fingertips as he fought to open the trunk, or the feel of Tessa’s chest not rising as he pulled her to the shore and began CPR. “If she didn’t make it…” He stares off into the horizon, still unable to look at Bucky. “I would never forgive myself. You’d never forgive me.”
Bucky unclenches his fist from the bench and places an open palm gently on Steve’s knee. “If she hadn’t of made it, I wouldn’t have made it either.”
The words make Steve’s heart still suddenly in his chest. Of course Bucky would feel that way. He knew how much he loved her. And he knew his friend well enough to know that he’s not the kind of guy who would just get over losing her, maybe ever. But hearing him actually voice that truth still catches him off guard. Not because it’s unexpected to hear or because it plants another unsettling what if in Steve’s mind. It’s just because he honestly hadn’t thought once about Bucky today. Not as they left the compound this morning mentally prepping for the mission. Not once things were underway and he was making the – in hindsight, questionable – calls he’d made, including ordering Bucky to take out the car that Tessa was in. Not even when he saw Bucky’s hands suddenly appear on the car underwater, gripping and bending and pulling along with his own to tear the trunk open. Not once had he thought about how hard all of this must be for him.
He was on the comms, he heard Tessa crying for help. Hell, the last thing she said, in a strangled, slurred cry before her device crackled into oblivion, was Jamie. But Steve was so caught up in his own failure and his own regret that he hadn’t even thought about his friend’s pain.
When he finally does look over at him, he sees tears filling Bucky’s eyes. He’s staring off at the sunset, so he doesn’t notice the intense look his friend is giving him. The moment the tears start to spill over, he almost violently swipes them away before turning his head to look at Steve. “Bucky…” is all Steve can muster.
But it’s enough. “Yeah,” he says in response before hauling himself up off the bench. “I should get back in there.”
The corner of Steve’s mouth quirks up a bit as he hears the water in his friend’s shoes squish. “You should change clothes,” he says as he follows him back inside. “You’ll catch pneumonia.”
“You sound like your mom.”
“Well, she wasn’t wrong. I had pneumonia twice.”
“Maybe you’re the one who should change, then.”
As soon as they approach the waiting room, Clint is on them with a report. “Sam’s got your weapon,” he tells Bucky – he, of course, had left the rifle behind as he ran headlong down the embankment to get to the river. “And Tony’s talking to the local authorities now.”
“He’s on his way back?” Steve asks.
Clint nods. “And he is pissed.”
Bucky pats the archer on the shoulder as he moves past him and ducks into Tessa’s cubicle. “Can’t say I blame him,” he says, disappearing through the glass doors.
Steve stares at Tessa through the doors, frozen to his spot. She’s curled in on herself, obviously in pain as she fights through a coughing fit. Natasha is rubbing her back soothingly, smiling lightly as she talks to her friend. When Bucky enters, Tessa straightens a bit, stifling the coughs, and reaches out for him.
“She’s gonna be okay,” Clint tells him. “They’ll keep her overnight and first thing in the morning she’ll be bitching out the staff so much, they’ll kick her to the curb.”
“There won’t be any… lasting effects?” he asks, keeping his gaze on the people in the room in front of him.
Clint shrugs. “They’re giving her a bunch of antibiotics. Actually, we all should get in on that.” Steve finally turns to him and gives him a confused look. “That river was nasty. Those of us without super soldier immunity are probably gonna be shitting our brains out for a week.”
The comment earns a small chuckle from Steve as he says, “Guess you guys should get some penicillin, then.”
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Natasha and Clint both go with Steve that night to check out the island. Bucky doesn’t even think to offer to go out there with them. There’s a part of him that wants nothing more than to find that facility and burn it to the ground… find Lobe and every miserable motherfucker who works for him, and put a bullet in each of their brains. No, actually, they’re not worth the price of a bullet. He’d just tear them apart, one by one.
But as much as he’d like to live out that bitter fantasy, there’s absolutely no possible way that he could leave Tessa’s side. Not now. Not ever.
Sam showed up at the hospital just after sunset with a change of clothes for everyone. Dry tactical gear for Natasha, Clint, and Steve. Civilian clothes for Bucky and Tessa. So he must’ve guessed already that Bucky wasn’t going anywhere. Or maybe Steve had made the decision for him. He didn’t ask. He didn’t care. He just took a ten minute break while the Falcon sat with his girl, making lame jokes about underwater treasure, and went and changed and grabbed a cheap coffee from a vending machine down the hall.
Aside from his chat with Steve earlier, that’s the longest he’s away from her the entire night.
“How are you feeling?” he asks her once everyone clears out, leaving just the two of them in the quiet little hospital room.
She looks down at her hand tightly folded up in his and frowns deeply, but says nothing. Instead she curls into a tighter ball, scoots nearer the edge of the bed where he sits.
“Still cold?” he asks, dropping her hand just long enough to pull the blanket up over her shoulders. He tucks it in around her neck and slowly moves his fingers up to sweep at her hair and tuck the loose waves behind her ear.
She looks up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. In a near-whisper, she says to him, “I died.”
He keeps his eyes locked onto hers as he gives a small nod. “But you came back,” he says, taking her hand in his once more. Her brow furrows. “You’re gonna be fine,” he tells her, leaning in and laying a kiss on her forehead. She nods, but the concerned frown remains. He moves his metal hand up to cup her face, and he begins tracing soft lines along her forehead with the pad of his thumb, as though trying to smooth out her wrinkled brow. She closes her eyes and nuzzles into the cool metal, craving it but also shivering against the cold.
When he feels her shiver, his thumb stills and he makes a move to pull his hand away. But she reaches up with her free hand and takes hold of his wrist, opens her eyes and stares him down as she says, “No.”
So he continues sweeping along her brow. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks gently, as her frown grows deeper. She shakes her head a bit as if to say nothing and turns her face to bury it into the pillow. “Are you in pain?” he asks, even though he knows that they just gave her some Demerol less than an hour ago. Again, she gives a slight shake of the head. He pulls in a deep breath. “Are you worried about… about the mission? About Lobe?”
She turns her face out just enough to be able to speak without the pillow swallowing her words. “He knows who I am.”
Bucky raises his eyebrows and says, with a fierce determination, “He’s never going to get you. I’ll never let that happen.”
She’s silent for a long moment, just staring deeply into his steadfast eyes. “Supernova…” she starts slowly. “She was… very dangerous. He can’t have her. Not ever.”
He nods firmly. “Not ever.”
She closes her eyes again and parts her lips to let out a small, pained cough. “I don’t want to die again,” she says, her face twisting as she reaches down and grips his right hand with both of hers, holding on so, so tight.
He gets up from the chair by her bed leans over her. “Scoot,” he says simply. Without opening her eyes, without letting go of his hand or uncurling her body, she shifts back several inches. He climbs in bed beside her, taking care not to jostle her or to even pull the blanket down from around her shoulders. Slowly, he slides his metal arm beneath her neck and settles in around her. She releases his hand and instead grabs onto his shirt, fisting the material in her hands as she sidles closer and buries her face into his side.
He doesn’t say anything to her as she holds onto him for dear life. He doesn’t say that he’ll never let anything like this happen to her ever again. He doesn’t say that she won’t ever die again. No matter how much he want to. Because today, she did die. Today, he twisted apart metal and pulled her lifeless body into his hands. Today, he stood, dripping wet on the shore of some murky river, staring ahead at nothing as his entire world, all that he’s known, crumbled around him – just as it had years ago when he stood beside Steve after pulling him from that murky river in DC.
He won’t lie to her. He loves her too much to do that. So instead he drapes his right arm around her, his hand splaying protectively over her lower back. And he presses her gently into him. He may not be able to keep her safe forever. But he can keep her close for now.
Eventually, he feels Tessa’s breathing steady and deepen as she gives into sleep. But Bucky doesn’t get any rest at all that night. Not even once Steve calls him to let him know that they’re all out and safe. And the moment he hears that they found next to nothing on the island – the entire facility having been abandoned and the computer systems wiped clean – he’s not sure if he’ll ever really be able to sleep again.
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hi love!! can I request a Bucky Barnes x trans!female (pre-op) reader where Bucky is being his typical charming, boy-ish, overly-confident self. He and the reader have been crushing on each other for a very long time and Bucky decides to ask her out. Reader is a little put off because ''I'm not sure you'll like a gal like me'' and Bucky is so quick to put that thought out of her mind and proceeds to ask her out anyway. followed by a cute and fluffy date uwu
Hi, i love getting requests from you and i wasn’t going to write this today but i had to. I hope you love it. Feedback is always welcome so i know your thoughts on it!
Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes. x Trans!Female reader
Warnings: Fluff galore
Word Count: 1,195
GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @peters-suit go check them out 💕
Woman Like You
“Come on you know you wanna go” he continues to tickle you as you refuse.
“Don’t make me drag you along”
“Bucky stop” you giggle, trying to push him off you.
“Not until you come with me tonight” you roll your eyes, sighing before giving in.
“Okay, okay. I’ll go with you to this stupid speed dating thing”
He punches the air in victory as he releases you from his hold. You stand up and walk away from him. His eyes are still fixed upon you as he watches your hips sway with every step you take.
“So what time is this thing anyway” he shrugs, checking his phone and squinting.
“You’re such an old man, let me check” you kneel down on the couch next to him, taking his phone from his hands. He ogles you, watching your every move.
“Staring is rude y’know” he looks away, chuckling
“It’s hard not to stare when you practically flaunt this sexy body in front of me every day” you feel your cheeks heat up a little.
It’s nothing new though. You and Bucky do this every time you’re around each other. You flirt, it comes naturally to the two of you and it’s harmless fun. It’s just how you both are. More him than you though.
He flirts and you flirt back.
“I know. Anyways it’s at 7:00pm so i’ll go get ready now. Meet back here in an hour?” you ask, he nods.
You head into your room and immediately go to the bathroom to wash your hair and body.
Once you’re done you start picking out your clothes. You opt for some slim fit black jeans with a Nirvana shirt, tucked in with a belt and some heels, paired with a leather jacket. Simple yet stylish.
Makeup time.
Nude lip and smokey eye this time. It goes well with the clothes.
“WOW” Bucky gasps as his eyes settle on you walking into the room.
Sam and Steve are also picking their jaws up from the ground.
“Guys, stop slobbering already” you wave them off.
They grab their jackets and you all head out. Ready for a night of speed dating, courtesy of Sam and his match making ways.
“No one ever finds love here” you roll your eyes, nudging Bucky.
“I dunno, i have a feeling i’ll hit the jackpot tonight” he winks, you shove him away, taking your name badge and writing it down. You follow orders and sit in one of the empty chairs.
Time to get this over with.
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10 minutes into speed dating and you’ve not spoken to any guys that interest you in the slightest.
Sam sits down at your table next and you both laugh.
“So any luck yet?” you ask, he shakes his head no.
“How about you?” you shake your head too.
Before you know it, times up.
Next up. Bucky. He sits down at your table, smiling like a cheshire cat.
“What is it Barnes?”
He shrugs.
“Nothing, just think i’ve finally hit the jackpot”
You can’t help but smile. He’s cute. He’s always been cute really but you’ve never thought of him like that. Actually that’s a lie. You have but it soon ended when you realised you were a fool for even thinking anything could happen.
“So, any luck?” he asks.
“Not yet unfortunately”
“Well how about me then?”
You freeze, trying to figure out what the hell he just said.
“What about you?”
“How about you give me a go?”
“I dunno. I’m not exactly sure i’m your type. And i’m also not sure you’d like a gal like me” he sits back in his chair, letting out a deep breath.
“You never know, people can surprise you”
Before you can say anything, the bell goes. Time’s up.
Next is some random guy. He sits down, introducing himself immediately and then he begins to ramble, you find your eyes wondering to see who Bucky is talking to.
He’s looking right back at you.
Before you know it, the event is over.
You stand up, walking over to the front desk and handing your sheets in to the woman. You can feel Bucky’s eyes on you but you ignore it for now.
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Bucky shoos Sam and Steve away so you two can have some time alone in the lounge.
“So about my comment earlier” he starts “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard. It’s just you know how we are with each other. We flirt, there’s no denying our chemistry Y/N and you can say no if you want, but i guess all i’m asking for here is a chance”
“Bucky” he kisses you before you can finish talking. The kiss is deep and passionate. Not like any kiss you’ve had before.
As he pulls away, you smile at each other.
The kiss was good. More than good, it was breathtaking.
“Now, the night is still young. So how about you change into comfier clothes and meet me outside in 10″ he suggests, you don’t have time to decline, he walks off.
You can’t lie, you’re thrilled. This is actually happening. Bucky Barnes just kissed you.
So this is what it feels like to finally get your crush.
You rush around your room, scrambling to find your sweatpants. You find some yoga pants instead, shoving them on along with a baggy shirt and some trainers. You head outside, looking around to find Bucky when your eyes settle on the perfect view
Bucky is sat on the grass, a basket next to him and he’s on a blanket.
“Care to join me for a late night picnic?” your cheeks heat up and the whole dam zoo is in your stomach as you take a seat next to him.
“You didn’t have to rush around like this Buck” he places a hand to your cheek, holding your head.
“I know i didn’t have to but i wanted to. I want you to see i’m serious about this. About wanting a chance with you”
He leans in, kissing you once again. You melt into his hand. His touch is so warm and welcoming.
“Come on, eat something. I have sandwiches, chips, chocolate” you find yourself just smiling at him as he talks.
You opt for a sandwich first as he starts.
This is heaven. It’s simple yet so thoughtful. It’s clear he wanted to impress and he’s done that.
“I know it seems like all this flirting has been strictly innocent but if we’re being honest here. I did it in hopes that something would spark up but it never did”
Now’s your chance Y/N. Confess.
“If we’re being honest here Buck, i’ve liked you for a long time but i just didn’t think anything would happen so i gave up before i even tried” you feel silly admitting this.
He rests his hands over your smaller ones.
“Don’t get all shy on me now doll”
Doll? DOLL?
You calm your nerves and smile.
“I’m glad you feel the same. It’s honestly a relief” he leans in again.
His lips brush yours before he claims them as his.
You’re now officially dating Bucky Barnes and it feels great.
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Bucky Barnes Oneshot
Warnings: a couple of bad words
Word Count: 3.6k
Summary: After being injured on a mission, Bucky winds up spending a day with the Avengers newest recruit. Bucky x Reader
A/N: This is my submission for @nacho-bucky ‘s writing challenge! My prompt was ‘the smell of freshly baked bread’. As a side note, I drank a whole pot of coffee yesterday and wrote this in one afternoon, so it’s also unedited :) As always, let me know what you think!
By the time the quinjet is an hour out from New York, Bucky Barnes is in an irredeemably foul mood.
Breaking up terror cells in Germany was supposed to be an easy mission - in and out, with the practiced ease of their well-oiled strike team. Really, they took the mission to spare German special forces the trouble...that, and a potential connection to an old Red Room contact of Natasha’s. With their “dream team” (Sam’s words, not Bucky’s) of Cap, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha, this should have been a light op, a scrimmage, Nerf ball.
Turns out superheroing is a contact sport, and they’ve got the bombs and broken ribs to prove it. A train station, a decoy, and an explosive device Natasha failed to disarm. With Sam coordinating civilian evacuation, there had only been a couple dozen injuries, but the suspect had slipped away, leaving them bruised and empty-handed.
Bucky had taken a brutal hit as he pulled Nat to safety, and now he is curled in his seat on the jet, metal hand holding his ribcage. He watches Steve scowl in the cockpit, jaw unflinchingly tight as he goes over the mission in his head. The captain doesn’t know how to let things go - never has, never will. Sam is actually piloting the quinjet, making unreturned small talk about a basketball game he went to last weekend. Natasha sits across from Bucky, a Stark tablet in her hands, dissecting bomb schematics and diagrams of diffusion techniques. There’s a little scab of dried blood on her bottom lip that she pokes at with her tongue, red brows lowered in concentration.
Bucky is exhausted - his hair smells like dust and smoke, his mouth is tangy and dry. There’s dried sweat underneath his uniform and he itches and his feet are hot in his boots and his ribs really fucking hurt. He lets his head fall back against the seat, and wishes they were home already.
**********
She pops her head up over the back of the couch when she hears them. What a sight they make: Bucky, propped up on Steve’s shoulder, Natasha dust-covered and buried in her tablet, Sam still sweaty and tugging at the harness on his suit. She still smiles, tentative but kind.
“Hi guys.” She lifts her fingers in a little wave. “Everyone okay?”
Bucky grunts in response; Natasha says nothing, making a beeline for her room and a shower. Sam, without doubt the most talkative person on the team, props himself on a stool and blows a harsh breath past his lips.
“We’re alright, yeah,” he sighed. “Barnes is a little beat up but he’ll get over it - he’s just dramatic.”
“Fuck you, too, Wilson.” Bucky flips Sam off over his shoulder as they hobble towards the elevators.
She winces, not yet used to their harsh banter.
“Hey man, be nice in front of the rookie, alright?” Sam hollers, mock-offended. “You’re creating a hostile work environment!”
Steve chuckles a little at that, jostling Bucky’s tender ribs, which makes him scowl at his best friend.
“Bucky is a hostile work environment,” Steve deadpans. They’ve reached the elevator, and shuffle inside, turning to face the common room. Bucky catches the rookie’s eyes as she giggles behind her hand.
“She’s fine,” he rolls his eyes, sparing a wink for the rookie. “When I make it hostile, bird brain, you’ll know.”
The elevator doors close, and he leans on Steve a little heavier, and jabs his elbow into Steve’s stomach.
“Thanks a lot for that, by the way,” he huffs.
“What?” Steve feigns innocence, and very poorly. “Didn’t know you were so worried about making a good impression on the rookie.”
“I’m - I’m not.”
“Uh huh.”
“Shut up.”
They meet Dr. Banner in the medical wing where his lab adjoins the clinic; Sam had messaged him half an hour ago that they were inbound with a broken supersoldier, and Bruce had taken the liberty of setting up some of his supplies. Of all the doctors on staff, Bucky favored Dr. Banner - he was mild and soft-spoken enough to not trigger Bucky’s anxiety, in spite of the needles and IV drips and the snapping of latex gloves.
An X-ray and some bandages later, Bucky is removed from the active duty list for two weeks.
“Even with your advanced healing factor, I wanna be careful with this,” Bruce says, taking off his glasses to scratch the side of his nose. “I mean, your medical history is a little blurry, to say the least - and with all the shit HYDRA pulled, who knows what kind of stress your bones have been through before.” He taps away on his tablet, notifying FRIDAY and the admin system to remove Bucky from the roster. “In the meantime, take it easy - no missions, no training, no lifting weights. Probably avoid the motorcycle, too. I’ll check on them again in two weeks, and we’ll go from there.”
Steve is nodding - he never leaves Bucky by himself in medical - and crosses his arms. Neither of them have changed out of their uniforms yet, and in this sterile observation room, Bucky can finally smell the layers of grime and sweat clinging to them. His nose wrinkles when he gets a little whiff of himself, feeling bad for the nurse who bandaged his ribs.
“Oh I almost forgot -” Bruce turns around and reaches for something on his lab bench. A little blue bottle, full of round white pills. “Here. I developed these for the two of you - since you metabolize normal painkillers so quickly, I figured we might need something that would work in the event you sustain heavy injuries which…well, seemed likely. Take 2 every 4 hours, okay?”
His metal fingers grip the little bottle, rattling the tablets inside.
“Sure thing, doc.”
**********
She lifts the hem of her shirt, wiping at the sweat on her forehead, and leans against the wall of the gym. Her breath comes in short pants as her chest heaves, trying to cool down from her last bout with Agent Romanoff.
“Heads up.”
Her hands barely make it up in time to catch the flying water bottle headed for her face.
“Good catch,” Romanoff smirks a little. She’s sweating, too, but in a way that’s decidedly more sexy, little red curls hanging by her face. She looks fresh from a Pilates class, not a suicide workout - the rookie can feel the heat of her own face, the sweat drenching her clothes, and knows she’s not nearly as glowing as her trainer.
“You did really good today,” Romanoff continues. She keeps saying to call her “Natasha” but that is so hard to do with a woman so intimidating her alias is one of the world’s deadliest animals. “Really good. You’ve shown tons of improvement since we started. I’m going to recommend we start letting you shadow on missions in a couple more weeks.”
“Wow, really?” Her face lit up in spite of her exhaustion.
“Sure.” Natasha smiles. “I know it’s gotten a little boring, having you go through all of this.”
“Boring” was an understatement. Despite having a few years of experience under her belt - well, according to Tony Stark, vigilantism barely counts as “experience” - the rookie was assigned to a training program for her first couple of months on the team.
“Too much of a risk to put you in the field right away,” Stark had rattled off, handing her forms to sign and an official t-shirt (‘Look Mom! I’m an Avenger!’) and a tablet with a map of the compound. “Legal says we can avoid liability issues with a training program before we gradually phase you in, and I’m inclined to agree, so! Welcome to the team, but not officially!”
Her days consisted of early morning workouts, followed by combat and tactical training with Black Widow herself, and then...well, not much. There was research, of course, and she stayed on top of the intelligence briefings with the rest of the team. She went to meetings and official dinners and unofficial karaoke nights, but the rest of her time was mostly her own. Frankly, she was chomping at the bit to get back out there, in the action. Helping people.
“Well, hopefully it’ll pay off,” she sighs, giving Agent Romanoff an exhausted smile. “I wouldn’t want to be the weak link on the team.”
“You won’t be, believe me,” Natasha shakes her head. With a glance at her watch, she picks up her own water bottle and heads for the door. “Now I’ve gotta run, Skype meeting with Fury in 5. I’ll see you later, Rookie!”
**********
Bucky Barnes was feeling good.
Like, damn good.
Like, ‘Banner should label his controlled substances’ good.
Thing is, post-HYDRA and post-fugitive and post-cognitive reconstruction therapy, Bucky was more mentally okay than he had been in decades. He had the occasional rough day, and he definitely wasn’t perfect by any means, but with the shrinks that Stark had on retainer, he was getting better at dealing with it all. His physical health, however, was more of a moving target. In spite of receiving a bastardized supersoldier serum, he had been pumped full of so much other shit and gone through so much physical stress that his body had fundamentally shifted equilibrium. Multiple appointments with Dr. Cho and Shuri revealed that his chronic pain may never fully heal - if it did, it would be a very gradual process. Normal painkillers in reasonable doses did nothing for him, so Bucky settled in to his discomfort, carrying it the way he carried his knives and his scars - always.
24 hours into his medical leave, a few doses of pills down, and he couldn’t feel a single ounce of pain in his body - he shifted his awareness to each part of himself, like that guided meditation thing Wanda did sometimes, and he couldn’t find the pain, not even lurking behind the muscle and metal. He might be a little miffed at being off the active duty roster, but if his whole vacation is going to feel like this? Well, he doesn’t mind to let Steve handle the next threat to world peace.
With his schedule suddenly wide open, Bucky wonders what he’ll do with his day. He can’t remember the last time he truly had nothing to do - it’s an exciting prospect. So he lets himself ease through his morning, sleeping in, long hot shower, slipping on those plush Black Widow pajama pants Nat gave him as a gag gift. He knows everyone else will have had their breakfast and moved on to morning briefings and training drills by now, and he wanders down to the kitchen in the hopes that they’ve left him some coffee.
He sees her there, perched on a stool at the island and frowning at the tablet in her hand. There’s a little scrunch to her nose when she does that, he notices.
“Good morning,” he says softly, trying and failing not to startle her.
“Oh, hey Bucky,” she smiles, watches him round the island to the coffee pot on the counter. “I didn’t see you there.”
“S’okay. I’m quiet.”
“You didn’t get tapped for the recovery mission? They’re going after your suspect from Berlin again, I think.”
“Oh, I’m off missions for two weeks.” He turns, giant ‘Don’t forget to be awesome’ mug gripped in his metal hand. “Banner’s orders. You didn’t hear about my smashed ribs?”
“Oh no, I guess not - are you okay?” Suddenly she’s concerned, and a little sheepish. “Sorry, I’m still a little out of the loop I guess.”
He feels guilty for that - she’s eager, bright, kind, a brilliant recruit. But it can take a while before you’re ‘in’ with the team. Not because they exclude her, but, well - a group made up of outsiders has a hard time adding new faces to the mix.
“Don’t apologize. Not your fault.” Bucky digs around in a jar on the counter for a few sugar packets, dumping them into his mug. “Anyways, I’m off the roster for now. Gotta figure out something to do with myself, I guess.”
Her smile is slow, ducked under pretty lashes - he really needs to stop noticing these things.
“Would you - I mean, you can hang out with me if you want?” She chews on her lip. “I’m done for today - my training with Natasha ended early and they didn’t need me in on the briefing so…”
The rookie was lonely - he could see that, anyone could. The fact is, between their own training and missions, it had been a little hard for the team to spend very much time with her. Bucky himself was often a bit of a loner in his free time, preferring to hole up in his room with books and movies rather than go out for drinks or another karaoke night. And yet, he found himself feeling eager at the thought of spending a relaxing day with the new recruit, getting to know her a little, hearing that funny little laugh through her nose.
“Sounds great, Rookie - what did ya have in mind?”
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“Okay, I just wanna go on the record and say I called it. I called it!” She’s grinning. “I knew you would love this.”
“Well, hey, in my defense, I’ve never hated beautiful women.”
She just rolls her eyes, kicks her feet out to rest on the coffee table in front of them. There’s a pile of DVD’s, all hers, laying across the surface, picked through and ranked in order of what was most important for Bucky to see. His film education was obviously lacking, considering he missed out on 70 years of movies, and didn’t even know what he liked anymore, so he was content to let her pick. After raiding the kitchen for an array of snacks, they settled in, opposite ends of the same couch with a bowl of popcorn and dark chocolate M&M’s between them.
Approximately 20 minutes into the movie, Steve appears, just passing through for an apple from the fridge. He stops in his tracks behind the couch, the crunch of the fruit in his mouth just above their heads.
“What is this?” he says around his mouthful. If his Ma could see him now, Bucky thinks.
“It’s called ‘How to Marry a Millionaire’ - came out in 1953,” she answers, smiling over her shoulder at him. “It’s one of my favorites honestly.”
“That’s - that’s Lauren Bacall!” Steve perks up, smacking Bucky’s shoulder.
“Yeah, punk,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Betty Grable’s in it, too.”
“No shit!” Steve is grinning now, and he gives the rookie a conspiratorial look. “Y’know, Bucky used to have her pin-up poster. The one in the white bathing suit? Had it in his suitcase when he shipped out.”
“Oh, really?” She’s looking at him now, eyes sparkling at the rosy blush climbing up Bucky’s cheeks. “Betty Grable, huh?”
He clears his throat. “Well, everybody had that picture, I mean...it’s famous for a reason. All the boys had ‘em.”
“No, no, I get that,” she shrugs. “I just had you pegged as more the Rita Hayworth type, that’s all.”
It takes him back for a second, Steve too, that she knows these starlets, that they could’ve been having this same conversation 75 years ago. He can see that look in Steve’s eyes, sly and knowing as they slide towards him. Bucky works his mouth, tries to control his smile.
“Well, nothing wrong with her either,” he drawls, spreading his arms along the back of the couch. “But did you see Grable’s legs?”
“I just thought you might’ve had a thing for redheads!” she laughs.
“They’re alright, I guess - now Dugan on the other hand…”
Neither of them notices Steve leave the room, tossing the apple in his hand and a huge dopey grin on his face.
**********
“Tell me again what the recipe says?”
“One cup of pumpkin puree.”
“Oh - shit, I thought you said one can.”
She smacks her forehead. “No wonder the batter is so goopy!” She rolls her eyes playfully. “You’re trying to ruin my bread, Barnes.”
“I swear I’m not, doll - it was an accident.”
“Okay, new plan - we just make a double batch since the can has two cups in it.”
She shuffles around behind him, grabbing her flour and sugar and sour cream and other ingredients, hands flurrying to measure and fix the dough. It’s mid-afternoon now, a couple of movies down, and they (she) decided they needed to get in the fall spirit by baking a ridiculous amount of...breads. The banana bread is already in the oven, the pumpkin will be on its way as soon as she fixes his mistake, and a blueberry bread (made from muffin mix) is next on the list.
“But...what’s so special about making it into breads?” He had asked, causing her to look at him like an idiot.
“Ask me that again after you try them, Bucky.”
So he shut up and cracked eggs and sifted flour, stirring when her arm got tired. He was already regretting his words now that the smell of the banana bread was drifting towards him from the ovens, and he had to admit the pumpkin and cinnamon from her bowl was making his stomach growl. With all the bowls and measuring cups laying around, they were making enough sweet breads to feed an army, but hey - the Avengers are practically a small army of their own. And besides, Bucky intends on taking an entire loaf - baker’s privilege.
He decides that he likes watching her work, bouncing around the kitchen, some oldies playlist on the speakers, her tongue poking out between her lips. She’s got her sweater sleeves pushed up over her elbows - he had to help with that, after she got dough on them. This song is good, too, and he wants to ask her who wrote it-
“Are you gonna stand there staring at me, or are you gonna help?” she quips over her shoulder. He has no idea when he last smiled so much.
“You’re the boss, Rookie.”
**********
She’s got her feet in his lap now, and they haven’t said a word in an hour, and Bucky doesn’t even remember taking his last dose or two of his pain pills but he doesn’t feel a goddamn thing.
There’s a huge book in her lap, Stephen King - a favorite, he’s learned.
“I read at least one of his books every year in October,” she tells him. “You know, to get ready for spooky season.”
“Spooky season? What the hell is that?”
“You know, Halloween time!” she smacks his arm. “It’s Halloween first, Buck, you gotta get in the spirit.”
“I’m -” he sputters, face drawn in the most adorably confused look. “Halloween first?”
She hands him a book of his own and now here they are - he’s 20 pages into The Shining, but he’s stopped paying attention because she’s yawning behind her book and her eyes are fluttering shut, and it shouldn’t be as distracting as it is.
He forces his eyes down to his own page, to Jack Torrance and haunted hotels, but they’re drawn back up when her book finally drops the rest of the way to her lap. Her head slumps sideways onto the back of the couch, mouth open just a little. He draws the blanket down around her feet and tucks it in a little tighter, but other than that, doesn’t move a muscle. He’s just fine right here, thank you.
He’s sinking in again, driving up the twisting mountain road to the Overlook, when his phone buzzes in his pocket. Carefully - in the way highly trained superspies can be careful - he lifts his hips up and pulls his phone from his pocket, managing not to dislodge her feet or wake her up. She merely sighs in her sleep, nuzzling her face into the couch pillow. A text notification from team group message lights up the screen.
It’s Natasha. A photo, a photo which she somehow managed to take without him knowing, of him and the rookie, practically snuggling on the couch and reading together. Her legs are propped over his lap, and Bucky’s eyes are staring straight at her over the top of his book. Nat has captioned the photo: “looks like Barnes found a good nurse.”
He snorts a little. Natalia. Glances up at her, still sleeping, and tilts his phone upwards a few degrees and snaps a picture to send back.
“She sleeps on the job” he types, thumbs still slow on the phone keyboard. Instantly, his phone starts buzzing with more texts from the team, but he mutes it and lays his phone on the coffee table. He doesn’t feel like talking now. Well, talking to them.
“Hey...Rookie,” he whispers, reaching out and shaking her shoulder a little. She hums in her sleep, but makes no other move.
“Rookie, I gotta ask you something.” He wiggles her leg a little, shaking her feet in his lap, and whispers her name. He’s rewarded with her eyes fluttering open, her mouth drawn down in a pout at being woken up.
“Whatisit,” she sighs, still slumped into the cushions. He clears his throat. Here goes nothing.
“So, there’s a charity gala for the Stark Foundation coming up next weekend,” he starts bravely. “And - and the whole team is going anyway, so I know you’re gonna be there, but - well, maybe you would consider going...with me?” Courage runs out, and his brain backpedals. “I mean, just as a friend?”
She huffs. “I can’t believe you woke me up for that.”
“Oh.” He looks down, hair falling in his eyes. “So...you don’t want to go with me?”
“Of course I’ll go with you, Barnes,” she sighs. “Now shush. I was napping”
His face hurts from the stretch in his cheeks when he smiles. He’s gonna give Bruce those pain meds back.
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It’s Midnight
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,001
Summary: Bucky helps patch you up. (Set during TFATWS)
Warnings: swearing, slight and minimal depiction of violence as reader explains what happened to them
A/N: me? writing again in the year of our lord 2K21? Wild.
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Bucky’s phone goes off at exactly 12:01 am.
He groans and sits up, cursing half heartedly under his breath as he scrubs the sleep from his eyes and blindly paws at the dresser for the noisy obstruction.
“Hello?” He asks, sighing out the word more so than saying it.
He listens for a beat, then sighs again.
“It’s midnight, what do you mean you got stabbed again?”
Pulling the covers back, he listens to your chipper voice as you explain. He stops you halfway through, grunting as he shoves his feet into boots after tugging on a pair of joggers.
“Actually just wait, I’ll be there in a minute.” He disconnects and shoves his phone into his weirdly shallow pocket, sighing for the third time in 30 seconds as he shrugs on his worn leather jacket. He tucks his dog tags into his sleeping shirt as he grabs his motorcycle keys and locks the front door.
Twenty minutes later he’s letting himself into your apartment, throwing his keys into the little wooden bowl you keep on a table near the door. He’s been here over a thousand times since he met you, back when you both were full of blind optimism and hope and the fact that Steve left you both for some vintage pussy wasn’t even a passing thought. You’d been Steve’s companion, a SHEILD agent he’d met while running ops for Fury. The reason Bucky still talks to you was because he knew that you felt the exact same way he did.
“Y/n?” He calls, seeing the light splatter trail of blood that leads from the front door to the bathroom. As he follows he picks up the clothes you’d shed as you made your way in, noting the different pieces from the tactile suit Tony had made for you before everything went to shit.
“In here!” your muffled voice comes from the bathroom, punctuated by a grunt.
Bucky quickly gathers all the pieces to your suit and deposits them outside the bathroom door, pushing it open. You’re currently standing in front of the mirror, the end of a bandage wrap lodged in between your teeth as you hold up a threaded needle.
“Hey Buck,” You smile, extending the needle to him, talking through the wrap in your mouth, “Should be good to go!”
He sighs and takes it, taking the bandage and setting it on the counter. He helps you onto the counter, taking a look at the wound on your shoulder.
“Okay, explain,” His voice is low as he begins to work, being careful not to go too fast or miss a stitch. He’s done this for you countless times, just like you have for him.
“Well Peter and I decided to go in on the friendly neighborhood hero together right? So he got Queens, I got Brooklyn.” You begin, watching his fingers dance, “And I was trying to stop a bank robbery, but one of the bastards was hanging out in the bathroom, for some reason? Came out and stabbed me in the shoulder. I did take him down, knife in me and all. It was like some ballet shit. So after tying them up outside the building I came back here. His knife is on the toilet bowl, it’s not that great but I mean it is a free knife.”
He grunts in response, nearing the end of the stitching, “I told you not to hang around that kid, he gets into to much stupid shit.”
Bucky places a hand on your thigh, stopping you from kicking your legs like a child.
“He’s a good kid, Buck,” you whine, “I don’t understand why you don’t like him.”
“You were there at the airport when he kicked me and Sam’s ass, you know why I don’t like him.” He snorts, knotting the thread for the final time.
“We have to stick together,” You say, looking down at the stitches. Your voice gets softer, “We’re all that’s left . . . we have to stick together.”
He studies your face for a moment, the way you avoid his gaze, how small you’ve become, the way your body shrinks down. He gets it, he really does. He knows that you see the way he shuts everyone out, how hard therapy is for him. He knows you see your own therapist. The only saving grace in his sessions was the fact that he still talks to you.
“I mean . . . if he’s as good as you say then maybe we should all get lunch sometime.” He relents, gently wrapping the bandage around his handy work.
He’d brave a thousand lunches with that little shit if it meant seeing the smile you beam at him in that moment again.
His therapist keeps telling him it’s okay to make a move, that you both need to move on from the hurt Steve had caused. He’s brought you to two sessions exactly, and the session after both of those his therapist told him you’re interested in him too, that it was obvious in the way you look at him. It’s still too soon though, still too fresh. He’s comforted you through the heartbreak, through the nights crying, through the blaming of yourself. Bucky’s sure he’ll get the nerve one day; positive, even. Just . . . not right now.
When he’s done bandaging you, you both head to the living room, plopping onto the worn, brown couch. You pull up Netflix and cuddle into his side, sighing a bit.
You’re both happy here, in this little slice of time. It’s a moment without Steve, without aliens, without hurt. A moment that feels like a warm blanket, a mug of hot chocolate, rain on a tin roof. It’s a moment where Bucky breathes in your shampoo, feels the heat of your body, the softness of your skin, and let’s himself imagine it has always been this way. One day it’ll be his normal.
“Want me to stay the night?” He asks, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
You nod, smiling up at him, “I’d like that very much.”
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I wouldn’t mind an AOS au with steggy 😁
OP, I am so sorry. I have no idea where I was going with this or what happened. I just wrote and wrote and wrote. It’s basically continued after the AU of Steve rescuing Peggy from Whitehall.
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“You are a blessing, darling. It’s hard finding the right person who can make a proper cuppa,” Peggy sighed when a becoming-familiar face handed her the properly done cup of tea. “I’m sorry, I keep having to ask but what was your name again? Jemma, right?”
The biochemist smiled from ear to ear as she took the spot beside Peggy bed, thankful it was vacant for once. “It’s okay that you must keep asking,” Jemma mused, giving a shrug. “You’ve gone through a terrible ordeal and are only in the thresholds of the healing processes. And for all in all, with what it’s worth, the fact you can remember much of anything is outstanding.”
“That’s what you keep saying - well you and the other medics.” She smiled over the rim of her mug, watching Jemma toy with the end of her shirt. “I know I’m not the easiest patient - I wasn’t years ago and I’m still not now. It’s hard to sit aside and let others do stuff for you. If I could walk to the loo and shower instead of having Steven assist me, I would. It’s a pride thing.”
“Something I think every Brit knows quite well. Both pairs turn to look at Hunter in the doorway, the man’s face covered in grease and soot, making Jemma snort into her hand. “What? What’s so funny?”
“The fact you look like you stepped out of a Mary Poppins productive,” Bobbi mused, patting Hunter on the head as she passed them. She took three steps back and smiled at the pair. “Steve’s on his way over after he debriefs with Coulson.”
Peggy’s face pinched, in both worry and pain as she sat up at the mention of Steve, Jemma immediately moving to ease her back down. “I’m fine, darling, I’m fine. Just a pull on the ribs is all. Steve, is he...is he…”
“Captain-Boy’s alive,” Hunter sighed, giving a roll of his eyes. He ignored the way Bobbi smacked aside the head. “What? Why would she be worried about him when he has the serum, that guy took many of our hits and…”
His voice trailed down the hall after Bobbi shot the pair an apologetic look.
Jemma just sighed and pinched her brow. “If they’re back, that means Fitz is too.” She stood up, adjusting her clothes, looking over Peggy once more. “I’ll be back in a few to give you your evening meds and let Steve have some personal time with you. Coulson has been working that man far too hard.”
“Steve works himself too hard when he gets a hero’s complex in his head,” Peggy agrees with a sigh. “He was like that when I first knew him. When something was...wrong, not that anything in the war was ever right, but he never allowed himself much of a moment to relax. He had to constantly be doing something to help someone. Especially if he feels guilty. And this…” She waved her hand over her body in the bed. “This is what he feels guilty about the most now. Blames himself that since his crashing of the plane did not terminate Hydra as he had hoped...that I was tortured because of it, because of his choice. It’s very difficult to argue with the likes of him, but I try.”
The young woman laughed, making Peggy’s lips turn into a soft smile. “Don’t I know the feeling? Don’t try to move around too much, we don’t need you to pull anything.”
--
“Any news?” Coulson asks, without looking up from the tablet he was reading.
Steve’s tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth and dug his thumbs into his belt. “Same as usual. Nothing. Just absolutely nothing.” He sounded both disappointed and frustrated. “We left as you said, Tony and Rhodey in charge.”
“Good,” the director sighed, picking his head up to look at Steve. “If there’s a move, they’ll let us know. Captain Rogers…”
Oh no. Steve did not like that look. He settled on the heels of his feet and raised his brow.
“As much as we’ve appreciate your dedication and help in this matter, especially given the personal stake at the claim, you can’t keep doing this. This...this isn’t the war anymore. Yes, Hydra is still about. Yes, there’s much work to be undone, but I won’t let you sit here and deteriorate yourself in front of me because you feel guilty about what happened to Miss Carter.” As Steve’s mouth opened to protest, Coulson shook his head firmly. “I’m not finished, Captain. I am well aware that you feel guilty over what’s happened with Miss Carter and Whitehall’s death has put some end to this but you need to allow yourself time to adjust and heal too. As does she, it’s why we’re benching you for a matter of time.”
The truth was, Steve wanted to be furious. He wanted to throw a tantrum as Clint called it, but instead, he just stared and nodded. Maybe he really knew what Coulson was doing - giving him what he needed. Time to be with Peggy without the guilt eating him up inside when he could and should be doing something. He would be - he’d be helping Peggy heal and recover from Whitehall.
“Yes, sir,” Steve mused, clearing his throat. “Thank you, sir.”
--
“If you tell me not to look at it one more time, Hunter, I’m stabbing the needle through your eye.”
That’s what greeted Steve as he stepped back into the medic, a cool towel around the back of his neck. Peggy’s eyes flashed to him and saw the sheen of sweat and green on his face.
“Did you faint?” She asked, batting Hunter’s hand away before Fitz came around to lead Steve to a similar chair beside Peggy. “You look terrible, darling.”
“I love you too,” he snorted, laying his head back. “No, I watched the needle.” Peggy’s cool hand found his and gave a gentle squeeze.
“I told you not to do that.”
“Then you and Jemma agree on something.”
“A very sensible woman, then,” Peggy mused. Without even opening his eyes, he knew she was smiling. “I think Fitz agrees with me.”
“I do,” he teased, making Steve crack his eyes open. “Are you two ready for this?”
“How do we know it’ll even work?” Hunter mused, sitting back on a stool beside May. “You’re...what, blood transfusion?”
“Essentially,” Fitz replied. “The idea is to transfer some of Captai-Steve’s blood to Peggy’s. We have no idea how it will work the serum but with the...in a less word...crud in her veins, it should be that kick she needs to get rid of it.”
“We’ve done it before, remember?” Steve mused, picking his head up. He felt all eyes on him now. “1943, Italy. You were shot through the shoulder, they were aiming for me but you turned got in their way, the last second. Shot you clear through the shoulder. It took Bucky, Jones, Pinky, and Dugan to hold you down so Morita and I could get the bullet out and close the wound out fast enough. By the time we did, we agreed you’d lost far too much blood. Morita had to set up a quick transfusion right in the farmhouse we found to stay in. You were so out of it.”
“I remember being shot and I remember cursing at you. You kept telling me, ‘it would be okay’ and by the fifth time I heard it, I wanted to wring your neck.” Peggy’s cheeks tinted a soft pink. They only grew darker at May’s laugh.
“I think we know that feeling,” she mused, squeezing Peggy’s good arm as she walked by. “Saying ‘it would be okay’ loses its meaning when you’re bleeding out in the snow. Is that how you got those scars on your shoulder?”
“One of many,” Peggy sighed.
There was a connection between them that Steve did not understand and didn’t even try. He was a little startled when he came back to himself to find FitzSimmons had already started the procedure. He made the mistake of looking at the machine, feeling his stomach churn.
“You don’t like needles, do you?” Bobbi muses. She’s not judging him. She’s quiet, observing him in nature that doesn’t make him feel like he’s doing something wrong. “You keep paling every time you seem them.”
“I grew up in hospitals - so I’ve grown to associate needles with pain and I’m about never wrong when I do. There have been many times someones had to sew me up during the war, serum or not. Needles are not my favorite thing in the world, but I’ll deal with it, long as I don’t get to look at them.” His hand tightened around Peggy’s, watching the way her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t like them much either.
“What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” Bobbi asked, making Peggy snort.
“What is this? Ask the 90-year-olds 20 questions?” Her words aren’t malice, curious, teasing, pressing.
Bobbi shrugs. “Or would you rather listen to the sound of the machine? We could all just sit quietly, then.”
Steve is quiet, feeling just how tired he was. It’s just them, Bobbi, and FitzSimmons left. Hunter and Mack had left out the side entrance, he remembered, give them privacy. It was odd, how they’d all just clicked together. This team quickly became his second home as much as the Avengers were. He’s even seen Bobbi and Clint around one another quite a few times, even him and Hunter. That was...a situation he didn’t want to get into.
“Butter pecan,” He finally said.
“Such an old person flavor,” Fitz muttered, rolling his eyes fondly.
“It is not. Fine, what’s yours?”
“Rocky road. It has everything you need, texture, chocolate, sweetness.”
“Fitz, this is a dessert, not a fine meal,” Bobbi mused. “Pegs? Jemma?”
“I think I’ll have to go with Steve’s butter pecan,” Jemma agrees, causing Steve to childishly stick his tongue out at Fitz.
“Chocolate Fudge Strawberry with just a topping of whipped cream.” When Steve looks at her, she shrugs. “A girl can dream. You hate sweets.”
“No,” Steve corrected. “I loved them. I just gave my rations to you because you loved them even more.”
It’s rare, these sneak peeks the Team gets into the Carter/Rogers’ old life together. How strongly they were connected to one another.
“That’s sweet,” Bobbi muses. “Though, I guess chocolate tastes much different now, hm? Okay…”
“Did you two kiss before...everything?” Fitz asks, making Jemma smack him in the chest. “What?!”
“It’s fine,” Peggy laughs. She shares a look with Steve, the blonde is looking a little better now, more flushed. “We did. We even shared a bedroll or two.”
“Well,” she continues. “The bedroom was out of necessity. There was a surprised snowstorm in July. We were forced to all take cover and the only tent we could pitch was barely big enough for us plus the Howlies. In order to save room, Steve and I shared a bedroll. Another time, we were forced to share a tent after mine got destroyed by a freak windstorm. As for the kiss…” Her hand squeezed Steve’s and she laughed again. “We were undercover and Steve’s a terrible spy. He almost blew our cover until I kissed him and shut him up.”
“I told you I shouldn’t have gone,” Steve breathed, his face flushing a bright pink despite it had nothing to do with the fact they were now pulling the needle out of him. “But you insisted.”
“There’s no one else I trust enough to watch my back.”
“How do you two feel?” Jemma broke the loving gaze between them, reluctant. Steve’s face flushed even darker and he shrugged, mentioning about feeling the same, just light-headed.
Their eyes fell to Peggy who slowly sat up and took in a deep breath. No sharp pain, no headache, no dull ache. “Better,” she breathed. “I think your plan worked, Fitz.”
“Best we keep an eye on you two for a day or so, just to be sure. Then, I think you two can be on your way.”
“Where are you going - once you two are cleared?” Jemma asks, curiosity in her tone.
“Coulson still has me benched but he hasn’t said anything about Peggy nor the fact she’ll certainly need a bodyguard.” There was intel Tony had fed him on unused Hydra bases in the South of the Atlantic that they should investigate.
“Smart,” Bobbi mused, a knowing look in her eye. “If you two ever need some...assistance, well you know where we are.”
#Steggy#StevePeggy#Steggy Prompt#Agents of Shield#S2 spoilers?#Ishly#Very ishly#I don't know#I don't know and I am so sorry#I butchered this#gardenroses1
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A Pair of Dummies
Hi there! This was a request from a lovely nonnie and I hope it finds its way back to them.
“I was wondering if I could request a fic where you have eyes for Steve and Bucky tells you to go flirt with him, but Steve’s being an oblivious little butt and doesn’t get what you’re doing. So later you just tell him that you like him.”
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Some minor cussing
It was three in the afternoon and the only sounds in the gym was the sound of Steve’s weights slamming together after each rep and Bucky shouting commands as he paced around you on the mat. However, your gaze was focused on Steve’s back muscles tensing each time he pulled the weights back and the tiny little grunt he would make.
“Hello?! Anyone in there?” Bucky’s punching mitt slapped against the side of your head, knocking you sideways.
“Ow, what the hell, Barnes?” You snapped as you tried to shove the super-soldier but he didn’t move an inch.
He chuckled smugly at your failed attempt, “maybe if you’d been paying attention to me instead of Steve’s ass, then I wouldn’t have hit you.”
Your mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, trying to think of some comeback. “I-I wasn’t- you don’t- just shut up and put your hands back up, buddy boy.” You wiped off a bead of sweat with the back of your hands and got back into the stance.
Bucky worked around you in a circle while you worked through the combo he’d showed you. You shot your leg out and kicked against the mitt roughly and he shook his hand.
“Okay, that one actually had a little bite to it, kid. Ya know, you don’t have to be so defensive about crushing on a certain Avenger.”
You swung your fist hard toward Bucky’s head but he ducked just in time. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Your breath was starting to get heavier as he moved quicker.
“Hey, I totally get it. He is literally America’s wet dream. The perfect man. He embodies everything about the apple pie and the white picket fence.”
Annoyance was bubbling up in your stomach so you hit a two punch combo, hitting the mitt with a loud smack. “Barnes, you are so insufferable.”
“There’s no need to be so elusive. I’m just saying, I think I saw a little bit of drool coming out of the side of your mouth.” He pointed to the corner of his mouth for a moment, giving you the very opening you needed. With lightning reflexes, you threw your fist out and were centimeters away from connecting with his jaw when Bucky grabbed your hand and flung you onto the mat.
A little puff of air escaped your lungs as your back connected, Bucky’s body sitting on top of you, holding your arms pinned back. Dropping your head, you growled with frustration. Both of you were drenched in sweat and it was making your back stick to the mat uncomfortably.
“You didn’t really think I’d let you get me, didcha?” He mocked.
“I’ll admit, I thought I might have a small chance.”
Bucky rolled off you and held his hand out, hefting you off the mat in one swift motion. Dropping a heavy hand on your shoulder, he steered you toward the locker rooms. Steve was still in his own world, ignoring the two of you leaving the area.
Rounding the corner out of his sight, Bucky spun you around and rested his hands on your shoulders.
“Be honest, kid, you into Steve?”
Your eyes widened comically as Bucky stooped down to your level, making extremely pointed eye contact with you. An unease settled in you and you shifted your eyes down to look at your sneakers.
This wasn’t really the type of thing you wanted to talk to your friends about, let alone his very best friend. You had cleverly avoided discussing your embarrassing crush on Steve Rogers for two years, opting for admiring him from afar.
“Buck-”
“I’m not judging you, I just want to know if I’m wrong because if I am, I’ll shut up right now. But I’m telling you right now, I think you’d be good for him.”
“Uh,” wait, did you hear that right? “Wait, what?”
“Steve is a dummy, always has been and getting the serum didn’t help him any. I see him perk up when you’re around, though. I think you’d be a good fit with him. You’re ballsy, intelligent, albeit a smart ass, and you don’t push...that much”
When Steve had first started helping Bucky reintegrate into modern society, you had casually taken him under your wing. First it had started with tiny things like getting him to participate in small talk, then it was going out in public so he could realize that civilians didn’t worry about him. Gradually, you started hanging out all the time. Bucky quickly became one of your best friends at the compound.
It was clear that he still struggled with PTSD from his time as the Winter Soldier. You never acted like it was something he should be over already and you tried not to push him into talking about it for the most part.
The longer your friendship went on, you assumed that Steve would hang out with the both of you more, but he always kept his distance. He’d have small conversations with you, but more often than not, he wouldn’t move any further than ‘how’s the weather’ or ‘Tony called a meeting’.
Hesitantly, you shrugged Bucky’s hand off and took a step back. “But...Steve doesn’t even like me. Why would I be into him?”
“What the hell are you talking about, you doo-doo bird?”
Offended at the implication, you scowled. “I mean, Steve doesn’t even talk to me for longer than five minutes, so why would I be crushing on him, ass-hat?”
“Boy, you two are dumber than I thought.” Bucky mumbled to himself.
“Excuse me?” You squint your eyes and took a menacing step toward him.
He looked back at you and held his hands up, stopping you in your tracks. “Calm down, killer. What I meant is, you are both missing the obvious. Steve is just too stubborn so he thinks he doesn’t deserve happiness, which comes in the form of you. And you, well I’m not sure why you haven’t pursued him, but I just don’t think you’d be staring at him as much as you do if you didn’t like him.”
Your shoulders sagged in defeat. Why, oh why, did you have to be best friends with a sniper? Of course he saw right through you from a mile away.
“He doesn’t like me, Buck. How am I supposed to get anywhere with him if he won’t talk to me about anything but the weather or how many cookies Thor ate last time he was on Earth.”
“You’ve got to flirt with him, knucklehead.” Bucky smacked your shoulder. “He’s not gonna get the hint unless you actually act like you’re into him. Ya know, maybe ask him out to a meal or something. And talking about Thor isn’t gonna help the situation so cut that shit out right now.”
“But-”
“No buts, just go out there and flirt with him like the woman I know, love, and wish would get a life.” Then he was shoving you back towards the weight room with a huge shit-eating grin on, ignoring your shouts of offense. Hesitating for a moment, you glanced back to see Bucky shoo-ing you forward.
Letting out a huge sigh, you walked around the corner and slammed right into a large wall of muscle. Steve’s hands shot out and steadied you, the contact making your skin break out in goosebumps. He’d put his shirt back on and the blue was making his bright eyes even more hypnotizing than normal.
“Whoa there, sorry doll, I didn’t see you there.” Steve chuckled bashfully. “I thought you and Buck left a while ago.”
“We did. But we didn’t really, we were just talking. I-I came back to talk to you, actually.” It felt like you were sweating more than you had been during your workout. His hand was still on your arm and you couldn’t focus on anything but that sensation.
There was no reason for you to be so irrational right now, he’s just a man. Just a man who had saved the country and the entire world numerous times and was America’s Adonis. A man who also just happened to always have the most flawless hair that you always wanted to run your fingers through. Lord almighty.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“Ope, um,” crap, you hadn’t thought that far ahead. Here goes nothing, “I...just wanted to tell you that you looked really great during your workout today.”
He gave you a puzzled look, “Oh thanks, yeah I was really burning steel in there.”
“I could totally tell.” You reached forward and felt his bicep, “it looks like it’s really paying off for you.”
Steve’s gaze fell to your hand on his arm before giving you a small smile and you promptly let go again. “I think that might be more thanks to the serum than the workout.” He teased.
You chewed on your bottom lip, wracking your brain for what to say next. You weren’t good at flirting, it’s why you never did it in the first place. Bucky said to ask him out for lunch. “I guess you’re probably right about that. Well, I bet you worked up a huge appetite after that, huh? All that hard work.”
“For sure, I could eat a buffet out of business after a workout.”
Here was your chance.
“Would you want to-”
“But I’ve got a meeting with Tony in like twenty minutes so I’ve got to get a move on.” Steve kept talking and you grimaced slightly. “Did you have anything else you wanted to talk about?” He tilted his head, a little half smile on his lips. You wanted to leap forward and press your lips to his but that probably wouldn’t go over well, so instead you just shook your head confidently.
“Nope. I’m all good. Enjoy your meeting with Tony!” You called in a sing-song voice as he made his way to the door. He rolled his eyes at the mention of Tony and waved back at you before letting the door swing shut.
The air deflated out of you and you fell back onto the wall behind you, sinking to the floor and curling your knees up to your chest. If someone were to look up “embarrassing” in the dictionary, that interaction would be found. And you still hadn’t even made it past five minutes.
“Oof, that was painful.”
You lifted your gaze to find Bucky leaning on his shoulder above you, still in his workout clothes. Great, he’d heard the whole thing too.
“Why did you make me do that, you ass-hat?” You yanked on his leg hair harshly, making him jump further away from you. “I’m not good at flirting!”
“Wait, is that what you call flirting?” He exclaimed baffled.
You scowled up at him, “I’m not friends with you anymore.” Dropping your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes in hopes of going to your happy place - without Bucky around.
“It wasn’t that bad, kid, it just wasn’t much of anything. You started off strong but...” He crouched down so he was at eye level with you.
“But nothing. I’m an embarrassment and I will never be talking to Steve ever again.”
“No, no, no, stop being ridiculous. You just have to...flirt better. Maybe you could ask Tasha if she’d help you.”
You flung out your hand and pushed Bucky hard in the chest, making him tip backwards onto his butt. “Not happening, Barnes. I’m not asking the Black Widow,” you emphasized, “for help flirting with Captain America. You can just forget this ever happened and I will resume being friends with you in one to two weeks - you will be notified.”
Bucky was chortling and yelling at you to stop, but you’d already stood up and were booking it to the hallway, letting the door slam loudly on the way.
~~~
Life had been perfectly fine when you were admiring Steve Rogers from afar. You were content with pining for him but knowing that nothing would ever happen, resigned to the fact that you would find a good man someday and that would be the end of it.
What you hadn’t expected was Bucky butting his nose into your business and telling you that you’d be great with Steve. Or the fact that you couldn’t get the feeling of his hand lingering on your skin or his rippling bicep out of your head.
It had been a full week and you were living in a continuous loop of ocean blue eyes and trying to put the lid back on the feelings you’d successfully ignored for years.
You hadn’t talked to Bucky since you’d walked out of the gym, regardless of how many times he’d tried to trick you into speaking to him. And now you were being called for a meeting where Bucky and Steve would both be in the same room as you.
The sound of Steve Roger’s laugh made you look up instantly from the snack table and your stomach flipped at the sound. He was talking animatedly with Wanda, one hand flailing around in the air while the other hand was gripped tight to a stack of paperwork.
“You should talk to him, ya know.” Bucky’s voice was right in your ear and you elbowed him in response before walking to your seat across the room from him. You didn’t want to think that Bucky might be right so you’d rather take him out of the equation all together.
From his chair near the front, Steve glanced over and raised his lips in a timid smile at you. It felt like you could melt into a puddle of goo right there in your chair. You returned his smile cheerfully just as you felt a small nudge on your ribs. You swiveled your chair around to see Wanda grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“What?” You asked innocently.
“I think you know what.” She giggled. “And Barnes is not wrong, you should ask him out.”
“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t look in my head anymore.” You pouted and turned back to the front room where Bruce had just started talking about the numbers from the previous quarter - how many civilians had been saved, how much structural damage had been done, ways to stop wasting so much on utilities.
The meeting could have been only fifteen minutes but it seemed like it’d been two hours. The entire time, your mind had been on one thing, well one person. This was getting out of hand, you couldn’t even focus on a simple meeting now.
Before you knew it, Bruce was dismissing the team and everyone was stampeding to the doors. Steve, on the other hand, was casually gathering his paperwork back up with his back to you. It was just you and him alone now in the conference room.
Sheepishly, you shuffled your shoe against the floor, praying for any smidgen of bravery to come. Steve peeked over his shoulder, surprised to see you still hanging around.
“Hey, you. Figured you’d be headed down for lunch, I heard Tony ordered in sushi from that fancy-pants place everyone loves.”
You shrugged loosely, “eh, thought I might stick around here for a little bit. I’m not really hungry anyways.”
“Oh yeah?” He leaned against the table and folded his arms across his chest with a look of concern on his face. “Is everything alright? I noticed you and Bucky haven’t been hanging out much lately.”
“Yeah, we haven’t... It’s kind of because of you...”
It was dead silent as you both exchanged looks.
“Me?” He asked, stunned.
Gradually, you moved to stand side-by-side with him. Maybe if he wasn’t looking directly at you, rejection would be easier. “Do you remember the day in the gym last week?” He nodded once. "The reason that I came in to talk to you was because... well, Bucky told me that I needed to flirt with you if I wanted you to realize that I liked you. But then I’m shit at flirting, and you didn’t really seem to notice or care, so I got mad at him for giving me the idea in the first place.”
“Wait- Did you say you like me?”
You glimpsed over at him and slowly nodded. Steve angled his body so he could see you better and you were just waiting for the moment where he starts laughing and mocking you for ever thinking he could want you. But it hadn’t happened yet.
“You were flirting with me?” His face was scrunched up like he was trying to think back on the whole interaction.
“Well I was trying to flirt with you. I figured you thought I’d had an aneurysm or something.” You joked, trying to lift the mood of the room but he didn’t crack a smile.
“I didn’t even realize...” Like lightning, he stood up straight and faced you, his blue eyes focused only on your face. “I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t even realize.”
“Steve, you don’t have to be sorry. I know you don’t feel that way about me, and I was just mad at Barnes for letting me get my hopes up.”
He lifted his hand and cupped your face delicately, his touch making your heart rate skyrocket. “Who said I don’t have feelings for you?”
“U-um yo-you never, well you never wa-want to talk to, ya know, me...” You stammered out clumsily.
“I thought you liked Bucky, doll.” He said without hesitation. “You guys are always spending time together and I didn’t want to get in the way of either of your happiness.”
“Are you serious?” You couldn’t help the loud laugh that passed your lips. “I wanted to be friends with Bucky in the first place because you thought he was worth being friends with... and I thought you might hang out with us.”
Steve shut his eyes and let his head fall forward, his forehead bumping against yours softly from how close he was to you. His hand was still against your cheek and you allowed yourself to relax into his touch more.
Finally, he lifted his head, “so last week when you asked if I was hungry, that’s because you were-”
“Trying to ask you out, yes.”
“Boy am I dumb.”
You snorted at that, “that’s the same thing Bucky said.”
Steve let out a breathy laugh before moving a bit closer to you. “I hope I haven’t lost the chance to take you up on that offer.”
The smell of his minty breath fanned in your face causing your mind to go blank and the only thing you could do was smile up at him like an idiot. As if your body was moving on its own, you shifted closer and his arm wrapped around your waist as if he’d done it a million times.
At the same time you both leaned together and connected your lips in an innocent kiss. The entire world stopped turning at that moment. It was so soft and pure as he held you tightly against his body, a good thing because your knees had buckled at the contact. Draping a hand over his shoulder, you twisted your fingers into his hair, letting your other hand curl up on his muscular chest.
After the most blissful moment of your life, Steve pulled back and was beaming. This beautiful man had just kissed you and was happy about it. Damn, life couldn’t get any better.
“Would you allow me to take you out to lunch, doll?” He asked, his voice a little husky.
“Absolutely, Captain. Lead the way.” You said, laughing when he blushed from you using his title.
Setting you back down firmly on the floor, he intertwined his fingers with yours and led you out to the elevator. The whole time, you were so enamored with Steve that you barely noticed Bucky waiting at the end of the hall with the most arrogant, smug look on his face.
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Honeymoon [RE] 2
Title: Sweet Reunion
Wordcount: 2151
Warnings: lil bit a fluff
Tags: where u at?
A/N: I love you
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It was early in the morning a few days later when you felt a soft kiss on your cheek as you slept in bed. “Sweetie,” Steve said to you softly. “You have to meet The director before you go to Wade.”
You opened your eyes softly and looked at him. He had only been home for maybe a couple minutes. His face was all dirty and his clothes smelt. You made a small groan and pulled the blanket over you. “How about you just come lay in bed with me all day.”
Steve chuckled and pulled the blanket back so only your face was showing. “As good as that sounds, you have to work Y/N.” You pouted and he kissed you on the lips making you feel all tingly.
“Well, now I definitely don't want to get up.” He sighed and got in bed with you staying on top of the grey comforter and wrapped his arms around you. “See, we could stay like this.”
“They'll come to look for us if we do.” He had a good point.
You sighed and turned to face him. “Will you meet me at my favorite coffee shop after the meeting?”
Steve looked up pretending he was mentally checking his schedule. “I should be free.” He grinned and kissed the top of your nose. “Now get going so he doesn't get mad.”
“You’re late,” Coulson said as you opened the door to his office.
“Sorry… Steve got home a few minutes before I left so I talked to him for a bit.”
“I understand that you are married now, but both of you need to stay in line. I don't want this to become a normal thing.” His comment ended like a threat that automatically made you suspicious and a little pissed off. Well, a lot more than a little.
You were about to speak up when someone sitting on the couch cleared his throat. You spun around to see T’challa sitting with one leg across the other. “Your highness! I did not see you there, I'm sorry.”
“It's okay. You are still on the honeymoon in your mind.” He chuckled and stood up to shake your hand.
“What's this meeting about?” You asked. You thought it would just be for you to report on Wade.
“It is about Bucky,” Coulson said sitting at his desk.
“He has been in cryo for two years now. His body is starting to wake up automatically.” T’challa explained to you. “We wanted your opinion before bringing it to the captain’s attention.”
“On?”
“On if they should wake him up and bring him here to work with the Avengers and the new SHIELD or if he should stay and work with T’challa in Wakanda.” Coulson clasped his hands together as he looked at you. Why did they want my opinion?
“You are the Captain’s wife. Do you think he would give an answer based on what is best for Barnes or if he will choose based on their friendship?” T’Challa asked you.
“I think you should ask him. I don't know Bucky as Steve does. So I won't know what's best for him.”
“That's all we wanted to know.” Coulson smiled at you. “How's the merc?”
“An alcoholic idiot who can't die. How long do I have to babysit him?” You asked exhausted. The past couple of days had just been you making sure he didn't kill too many people. He tends to do that a lot.
“He's onto something that will help us, I think. So just stick with him and offer help when needed.”
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You stood in the coffee shop pouring creamer in your coffee. You were in a daze picturing how Steve would act to the thought of Bucky maybe coming back. So much for having my husband to myself. You sighed.
“Captain America fan?” A voice asked next to you. You looked up and saw a man, maybe a senior in college so a few years younger than yourself. He was looking at the shirt you were wearing which was a grey top with Cap’s shield on the front.
“Sorta.” You said making it obvious you weren't interested. You sipped your coffee to make sure it tasted ok to you.
“Dude’s a traitor.” You choked on your drink almost having to spit it out. “Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. But that guy abandoned his duties to the Avengers just to save one guy.” Actually, it was to save Bucky and you because you had got yourself in trouble when you went after Zemo yourself. You were a bit unknown to the public. Sort of like the black ops of the Avengers.
“Well, he isn't that bad. Actually, my husband, I'm supposed to be meeting is a huge fan.” The guy rolled his eyes. That's when Steve chose to put his arm around your shoulder giving you a peck on the cheek.
“I'm not late am I?” He asked as he put a few sugars in his coffee.
“No. Right on time. This man right here was just telling me how Captain America Is a traitor for going to save Bucky.” The man's face turned bright red. Steve who had a baseball cap and sunglasses on looked up at the guy.
The man, after a moment, realized who Steve was and that only made his face more red. “I'm so terribly sorry. I didn't know. I was just repeating what I saw online.”
“You shouldn't go on Tumblr.” You smirked, “it's a pretty dangerous place.”
Steve looked down and saw your shirt. “Why are you wearing that?” He asked as the two of you went to your special table.
“It looks cute on me.” You smiled.
He was trying very hard not to smile, “Even if that's true you shouldn't wear it. I don't even have the Shield anymore.”
“I wear it because no one is going to expect Captain America to hang out with someone wearing a Captain America shirt.” He shrugged agreeing. “Also do you want me to get the shield back for you?
“Nah, that would make Tony angry with you.”
You chuckled as you felt your phone start to ring, “He’s always angry with me.” You answered the phone. “Hello?”
“I need help!” Wade yelled into your ear.
Automatically on high alert you started getting ready to leave.“What's wrong! Are you okay?” Steve looked up at you now on alert as well.
“I was invited to one of Tony Stark’s parties!” Wade said slowly, becoming out of breath.
“Oh that's all?” You sat back in your seat. “That's not so bad.”
“Why does he want me though?” Wade sounded like he knew he was invited as a joke. Probably.
“It's probably nothing. Stark had been going after Francis for some time. Maybe he wants to meet the man that took him down.” You felt like you were calming down a little child.
“What do I wear? No one probably wants to see my face.”
“I think you should wear a tux. If you want to be comfortable you could wear the mask. But try to look good. Stark’s parties are a big deal.”
Wade was quiet for a moment. “Will you go with me?”
“Sure, Wade I'll go with you.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you wondering if you realized what you just agreed too.
“Alright. See you when you get here.” He hung up and you put your phone Back in your pocket.
“What?” You asked confused.
“You just told Deadpool, who thinks you were with the X-Men, that you'll go to Tony Stark’s, who you just told me always hates you, party.” He took your hand as you let what just happened sink in.
You sat there for a moment and then it finally hit. “Mother fucker.”
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One thing Wade hadn't told you was that the party was tonight. On the outside, you were being nice to Wade and helping him when he needed but on the inside, you were screaming. Even when you were still semi-friends with Tony, you never liked the parties. You always felt like you were there to make Tony and your brother look good. Once you got with Steve it was like you were still there just to make Tony look good.
You remembered the first party you went to. Bruce made you go so he wouldn’t get as much anxiety. You had just graduated from college at the early age of seventeen so you didn’t understand how you would even talk to these people.
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Eight years ago
“You look more nervous than me.” Your brother joked as you rode up in the elevator.
“I’m about to meet a bunch of superheroes.” You wiped your hands on your lavender sundress. You swore the elevator walls were closing in.
“Calm down. They are normal people.”
“One’s an alien.”
“Well-”
“One is from World War Two.” You added.
“He’s still hu-”
“Two of them are master Assassins and the last one is Tony Stark.”
Bruce smiled at you proudly for doing your homework on them. “Okay. So maybe they aren’t all human. But you get along fine with me. I think you’ll like them Y/N.” He brought you in for a quick hug. “You should at least try to. Since you are going to work with them now.” He added quickly at the end throwing you off.
The doors opened before you could say anything and Tony Stark himself was already waiting for you. He opened his arms and put on a million-dollar grin that you did not fall for right away.
“You made it! And you brought the mini Banner.” He took your hand and shook it with a tight grip. “Tony Stark nice to meet you.”
“Y/N Banner.”
“Yes. Yes. Top of the Science Division at Berkeley in Astronomy, Biology, Chemistry, even Nuclear and Gamma and whatever science you felt like doing.” You gave Bruce a sideways glance.
“Y/N gets bored easily and would hop around which type of science she felt like learning. She even took up music theory at some point I believe.” Bruce bragged making you feel uncomfortable.
“I’m smart we get it.” You finally pulled your hand away awkwardly. “I just found out thirty seconds ago I’ll be working with you guys. I’d like to meet the rest of the team.”
Tony looked at you shocked by your maturity. “Of course, this way.” He led you and Bruce to an area of couches where you could already point out the rest of the Avengers. One, in particular, Steve Rogers, you couldn’t seem to look away from. “Everyone, meet the newest member of the team, Miss Y/N Banner.”
You gave a small wave. “Hello.”
You got mostly small little hellos but Steve got up and shook your hand. “Nice to meet you Y/N, glad to have you on the team. I’m Steve Rogers.”
“I know.” You said quickly then started blushing. “Wait. I mean. I see you a lot.” That’s not making it better. “No! I mean on TV. The news. And Bruce never shuts up about you guys on the phone.” Time to shut up. You awkwardly stopped talking and looked away still blushing.
“Tony. Why are you putting a little high schooler on our team?” Clint asked.
“I actually already graduated from University. I’ll be eighteen in a couple of weeks.” You said offended. “I could bring a lot to the team,” You made your voice softer, “I feel.”
Natasha smiled, “I like her. I read her file earlier today she’s super smart. Smarter than Tony and Bruce together.”
“Let’s not push it,” Tony smirked.
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“Y/n!” You looked up at wade.
“Yeah?”
“Are you ready?” Wade asked in a suit Steve had let you borrow.
“Yeah. You decide to wear the mask?”
Wade straightened it out a little. “Yeah. I think it’ll be better for other people.”
“Wow. That’s surprisingly kind of you.”
“Don’t get used to it twerp.” Twerp, not as bad as it could be.
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The two of you stepped out of the taxi and you made sure to give the driver a big tip because the entire way to the Stark tower Wade didn’t shut up about the smell.
“How about you go in first. Weasel is calling me.” Wade said, answering his phone.
You walked in and made sure no one was in the room before you spoke. “Friday.”
“Yes, Mrs. Rogers.”
“I’m undercover on a mission so I would appreciate it if you called me Ms. Y/L/N. Also, don’t tell Tony I’m here.”
“You got it Ms. Y/L/N.”
“Hey Y/N, sorry about that. People started fighting at the bar. They told him I told them to do it when I was there earlier. Fucking rats.” He fixed his suit one more time. “Anyway. Let’s go be clowns for a party.”
#Avengers#Avenger#honeymoon#honeymoon redo#Steve Rogers#steve rogers x reader#captain america#tony stark#bruce banner#Iron Man#hulk#wade wilson#deadpool
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Lasabrjotr Chapter 56: Breaking the Fast(Over Someone’s Head)
Chapters: 56/?
Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up
Warnings: none
Relationships: Loki x Reader (There We Go)
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel), Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Vision
Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Bitches Gonna Bitch, When Shall We Three Meet Again, Here Have Some Foreshadowing
You woke in incredible comfort, tucked into Loki's arms. You'd never been in a more comfortable bed; the pillows and blankets were like clouds, and the company even better. Loki lay silent and still, his hair mussed, his pale face serene. You'd spent so much time kissing, and caressing, and cuddling that you had just eventually fallen asleep holding each other.
You stared into his sleeping face, absorbing everything that had happened. The way he had cupped your face and kissed you with such sweet ardor. How he'd held you in his lap and let his hands roam over your body, enthusiastically praising you, telling you about how he had been falling for you over all this time. You couldn't help but to babble about how you felt about him, in between kisses.
What it all boiled down to was that Loki Odinson, Crown Prince of Asgard, Scourge of New York, royalty, alien, and god...was totally into you. Somehow. And it sounded like he had been for some time.
In hindsight, it was really kind of obvious.
You smooched his nose, and he yawned, his eyes opening into an expression of delight.
“It wasn't a dream.” He whispered, and held you even tighter. “We're going to stay right here all day.”
You giggled. “As much as I'd love that, you know we can't. There's stuff to do, and royal guests to see...”
Loki mock-frowned. “You just had to bring them up, didn't you? And it was such a perfect morning. Speaking of, did you sleep well, my darling?”
“Um, yeah. Really well, actually.”
“Good, that's good. I want nothing but pleasure and comfort for you, when you are in my arms.”
He began kissing you again, heedless of any pointless little concerns like morning breath, but you knew from how he'd acted last night that you really would be here all day if you didn't do something.
You let it go on for a few more minutes-he really was intoxicating, after all-then pushed at his chest.
“Is something wrong?” He asked as he pulled away.
“We've gotta get up. Get some breakfast. Bathe.”
A sly smile broke across his face. “If you insist...”
“Not like that!” You slapped his chest. He released you, and you rolled out of bed. Your had slept in your dress, and it was badly rumpled now, the metal clasps cutting into your skin. Loki was up and out of his tunic in one motion.
“You know, it's okay to bathe together.” He said. “We do it all the time. I won't try anything.”
“Yeah, but...” But today was not the same as yesterday, and there wasn't any reason not to, was there? And Loki's hunger for intimacy was still clear and present. “Well...okay. But no funny business!”
“Yes, my Seidkona.” He breathed. His voice sent a shiver spiraling down your spine. You might be the one needing to keep a rein on yourself. You had seen Loki naked before, and it was a sight to behold.
You both changed separately, and Loki turned his back so that you could get into the bathtub. He was very gentlemanly, and you allowed him to scrub your back, which he did reverently, kissing the little marks the metal in your dress had left on your skin.
Watching Loki wash his hair was very distracting; the soap and water trickled down his body in the most alluring way.
This was so much like a fairy tale. The handsome prince, the steamy bath, the myth, the magic. Were you sure this was real?
“Is something wrong, dear?” He asked, soaping your arms. “Are you...rethinking?” The nervousness was palpable in his voice.
“No, no, nothing like that! It's just...What are we now? How will we make this work? Do we have to keep it secret? Will this cause a huge scandal?”
“Of course it will cause a scandal!” Loki laughed. “Why, when Thor brought his mortal home to Asgard, I was in solitary confinement in the dungeons, and even I heard about it! Such a thing had never happened! But once people got past the initial shock and outrage, they were mostly fine with it. Not entirely, of course, but he didn't have the whole of Asgard against him. This is where we have an advantage; we aren't the first to do this. For once, I'm not the lead in a scandal. And we are here, on Earth, surrounded by humans. Mixed relationships won't be uncommon. We shall be pioneers, you and I.”
You took the soap from him and shyly rubbed the suds over his chest and shoulders.
“So...does that mean you're my boyfriend now?” It was a strange word to apply to someone like Loki.
“You're my inamorata, yes, if you would like to be. I would like you to be.”
“And is this, um, is this an exclusive thing? I'd prefer that personally, but I get it if you want to keep your options ope-”
Loki snatched you into his arms with fierce speed, squishing your body against his slippery torso.
“I would have no one but you.” He nearly hissed. “I will not split my affections. I couldn't even think of it.”
“Oh. Well that's very reassuring.” You said, heart pounding. He had said he wouldn't try anything. “I just kinda want to know where we stand, what we are, you know, all that.”
“What we are is glorious.” Your skin slid against his, the muscles rippling under the soap, bringing a pink heat to his face. “And very slippery. Please pardon me, I got a little carried away.” He released you, stepping away. “I just wanted to assure you that I take this seriously. I am not toying with you; I would have this relationship grow, if you also would.”
You nodded, satisfied for the moment. This was real, not a fluke, not a seduction, not a dream.
The dress that awaited you was a soft and luxurious thing of green, orange, gold, and red, snake and floral embroidery trimming the hem. All of the warm layers had been taken in for you; you could tell from the brand new stitching.
Your book of sagas had illustrations in it as well as stories and, true to Saldis' explanation, all the women dressed like you now did, all the way down to the big, oval brooches that fastened to your shoulder straps, and the beads strung between them.
You still found it rather sweet that the tailors here were trying so hard to put you in what they thought would be 'familiar' clothing, and to dress you like what they felt was a fine, high class human lady.
High class American ladies didn't dress like this. In fact, nowadays, classy clothing was almost indistinguishable from everybody elses' clothes, just better tailored. It was less about the garment itself, and more about the name on the label. And the jewelry too, but the jewelry you wore with these lovely clothes was also very different from the classy ladies back home. A simple, minimalist approach was the preferred method for displaying wealth and importance back home. A diamond tennis bracelet, pure gold studs, a delicate chain with a single diamond drop.
Your jewelry, though no lesser in quality, definitely reflected an older approach. The oval strap brooches were large to you, the size of an egg-though the illustrations in you book showed that such brooches had one been much larger-and delicately engraved with elegantly knotted horned serpents, green stones winking from their eyes. Three strands of beads were strung across your chest between them; one of gold and silver, one of amber, and one of pearls. These were different than your usual strands of glass beads, or brightly colored yarn braids. In fact, everything was top of the line today: there were charms hanging from your beads, little moon-shaped crescents with intricate granulation, multi-looped clasps shaped like swans that you were meant to hang your chatelaine from. That consisted of your tiny, cylindrical emergency sewing kit, made of bone and silver, a silver, scallop-shaped hand mirror, a silver and shell compact containing tweezers, nail clippers, a file, tiny scissors, and a weird little spoon shaped object that you didn't yet know the function of, and the key to Loki's quarters.
Your apron was decorated with many strips of woven ribbon; red, orange, and yellow in geometric patterns, and the seams of your sleeves were trimmed with thick, clearly visible contrasting stitching, your belt embroidered with birds, their long necks and long tails interlocking, flower-shaped silver buttons tacked on along its length, the ends clasped in decorative metal tips.
It was very cold this morning, so a warm, woolen cap, and a pair of gloves had also come along with the ensemble, just as finely made as the rest of it. The cap had shimmering beads embroidered all around the rim, looking to you like a crown.
Everybody in this whole palace complex knew what you had gotten up to last night, didn't they? And now they were pulling out all the stops, or at least, as many as they were allowed to. They had sent you earrings, matching the little crescent moon charms on your bead strands, and an entire separate necklace, made of amber beads, and yet more crescent charms. Your slippers were embroidered velvet, and the stockings underneath were so soft and smooth that you almost couldn't stop touching them. Even the little phone holster that clipped onto your belt was touched with small details, the leather embossed with the image of a tree.
You wondered if the clothiers had beads and brooches and charms just sitting around in piles, or stashed in boxes. If, every day, they strung beads and charms onto strings and paired them up with whichever dress they had chosen for you that day. These brooches, with their green-eyed, horned snakes, seemed awfully specific for them to have had already made, and you wondered if Loki had had them commissioned. And if so, when?
Loki met you at the door, almost as decorated as you were. Asgardian men did not tend towards jewelry, beyond the occasional bead in their hair or beard, or the coronets that you assumed only Thor and Loki had the privilege of wearing. Instead, most of their precious metal and jewels were embedded into their clothes, in the form of armor or strap embellishments. Loki himself seemed to prefer asymmetrical hems and diagonal elements, and he was properly decked out in both. In fact, the cut of his black overcoat made it look like some kind of odd, tailed tuxedo, trimmed in silver and covered in embroidery, also black, that was only visible when the light struck it in a certain way.
“Ready for breakfast, precious?” He asked with a smile.
“We're laying it on a bit thick just for some oatmeal, aren't we?” You laughed, and he offered you his arm.
The banquet hall was full, for the first time since you had been there, full of Aesir and Avengers, Icelandic officials and Asgardian nobles. They all stopped talking, turning to look at the two of you, Loki standing tall and proud, his expression bright, you hanging off his arm, wearing something that evoked the image of a crown, and you were suddenly very aware of how all this must look.
Today was very different than yesterday.
“Good morning friends.” Loki said. “I hope the day finds you well.”
“Not as well as it finds you, evidently.” Tony grumbled. Pepper elbowed him in the side.
Nobody else said anything about it, going back to their conversations, but the sly looks, knowing grins, and glares followed you to your seat at Loki's side.
Breakfast was an elaborate affair that morning; to reflect the importance of the guests, you thought. Fruit carved like flowers, the fluffiest eggs and pancakes, plump sausage links, lingonberry preserves, and hot, sweet coffee. There was oatmeal and toast for those who wanted it, milk and juice as well.
Thor and Brunnhilde had seated Dr. Banner next to them, and were chatting amiably away. Banner looked a bit rougher than you expected him to, but you assumed that makeup and hair gel were a regular part of the photoshoots. Dr. Banner was notorious for not making live appearances, interviews, or PR tours, and you supposed you couldn't blame him. If anyone prized their alone time, it would be him.
Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton had been seated next to you, though Clint seemed less pleased by the proximity to Loki. He kept shooting wary glances at the prince, who made no indication that he noticed. But as Natasha chatted with you about daily life in Asgard, Loki pressed his leg against yours under the table, gently nudging your foot with his.
He would become shameless, if you let him.
It was tempting.
After breakfast was a time of mingling, Aesir, Avenger and officials. Many of the nobles left, but those that stayed were drawn to the Avengers; new faces, reputed to have been strong and resourceful enough to pose a challenge to their prince. The language barrier posed a problem, but there were enough of them who could speak English to provide translation to their fellows.
Several of the officials approached you for various reasons; to inquire about your health and safety, to ask about the human encampments and the recent fight, and even to compliment you on your dress. You weren't sure how much information you were meant to give, and kept your answers short and polite. You didn't want to cause any trouble by being too loose-lipped.
The dour, somewhat scruffy fellow you recognized as being the Winter Soldier-but not anymore?-approached you on Steves behalf. “He wants to say he likes your dress, and that he's sorry for causing you problems last night. He didn't know you were involved.”
“None of that is his fault.” You pointed out. “I asked him to dance, and Loki wasn't communicating as effectively as he could have. Neither was I, I guess. I'm pretty sure it's safe for Captain Rogers to talk to me himself. Sorry you've gotten tangled up in this, but I'm putting an end to it now, Mr....?”
He paused, wearing an expression somewhat like a confused dog. He must have expected you to know his name already, but you only knew him by his former moniker.
“...Barnes.” He said, after along pause.
“Mr. Barnes. I don't want anyone playing this silly 'telephone' game. People are allowed to talk to me face to face, Loki doesn't actually control that. If he wants to get jealous about it, I'll just remind him why he shouldn't be.”
One corner of his mouth ticked upward, giving his sleepy eyes a rakish look. If he really was the same age as Steve, then he was probably a charmer, in his day.
“Couldn't happen to a nicer guy, I'm sure.” He said, then threw a look over his shoulder, to Steve. “Hey!” He called. “Talk to her yourself!”
You snorted in held-back laughter as Steve put his face in his hand, and Loki perked up like a cat who had just heard the scratching of a mouse. This was so much like something Tara would do.
Speaking of which...
“Excuse me for a moment.” You said, finding an unused corner of the hall and snapping a selfie, which you sent to Tara and your father, with a morning greeting. The phone was a godsend of the most literal kind, allowing you contact back home, so you didn't have to worry about how everyone was doing, and they could know how you fared as well.
The bakery at the grocery store you used to work at was apparently famous now. They sold baked goods themed after you and Loki, Thor and Asgard. It was ridiculous and goofy, and you were utterly charmed by the pictures Tara sent you; of cupcakes with sparkly icing to represent your magic-the cat was out of the bag on that-of croissants in Loki-themed packaging.
You were profoundly relieved that the people back home had decided to celebrate all this, rather than condemning and hating you, and you hoped the bakery would be wildly successful. You had to show Loki those croissants, though. He would love them.
You noticed Loki, the wizard Strange, and one of the Avengers you hadn't been formally introduced to-a tall, but relatively average looking man-all slipped into one of the banquet halls' many smaller side rooms, and wondered if you were supposed to be with them. But no, if you had, Loki would have come to collect you. They were probably just discussing something about magic. Maybe that unknown fellow was another mage? It seemed like there was always someone new on the team, however temporary.
“My mistress says that you are even more a fool than she first thought.” Said a barely familiar voice. You turned away from Mr. Barnes to the unwelcome sight of Gloa, and her maidservant.
“Oh, it's you guys again. Were you at the table? I hadn't noticed.”
Gloa spoke; her servant translated.
“She had believed that humankind was without manners or decorum, but you have proved it this morning by flaunting yourself so shamelessly. Who do you think you are?”
You heard Barnes shifting uncomfortably behind you. An Asgardian catfight was probably beyond his experience.
“I am Loki's Seidkona.” You said simply.
The servant sighed at her mistress's words. “You are Loki's harlot. You think it gives you importance, but you are nothing more than a powerless, decorative, and above all, temporary creature.”
“You know, the last person who called me something like that ended up in jail. So, what does she hope to get out of this? Is she jealous or something?” You were tired of this already, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet.
Gloa went red in the face.
“She says she would never have a creature so low and debased as Loki, that, prince or king, he will always be beneath her, and that only mortal slime would accept such as him. She says that he should start preparing your funerary boat early, and learn what it really means to mourn.”
You drew yourself up as tall as you could-still shorter than both Gloa and the maid-suddenly aware that you had at least as much jewelry and at least as fine clothing as Gloa did. She was probably stinging at your status being elevated to hers, as if she had done anything other than being born to earn hers. You were also aware that Mr. Barnes was no longer behind you, and was, in fact, nowhere to be seen.
You were alone in this.
“Your threats are pointless, and you are wasting my time, you useless, catty bi-”
*****
“We need to keep in touch.” Strange said.
“I disagree.” Loki answered.
“Let me guess; it's because you hate me.”
“Very astute! I did not think you had it in you.”
“There are things we must discuss.” Vision interrupted, calm in the face of the other's ire. “About the stones.” In this private room, he had abandoned his human appearance, the yellow gem sparkling brightly in his scarlet forehead.
“Well, I've got mine, and he's got his, and you clearly have yours. What is it that we need to discuss?”
“Do you have yours?” Strange asked. “It's obvious that Vision has his, and quite clear that mine is still in my keeping.” He gestured to the pendant resting against his robes. “But all we have to assure us that you still have yours is your word, which, you understand, holds about as much water as a sieve here on Earth.”
Loki glared, holding out his hand. A ball of blue ice glowed in his palm, which also slowly turned blue.
“Just because I do not flaunt it like you fools, does not mean I don't have it.” He dropped his hand, the icy orb gone. “So are we done? You showed me yours, I showed you mine, are we a secret society now?”
Stephan grimaced at the innuendo, but Vision just tilted his head, not comprehending.
“There have been some odd fluctuations that I cannot quite explain.” He said. “I can sense when they are happening, but not what is causing them, nor whom.”
Loki took a seat, brow furrowing. “Fluctuations in the stones? What can you tell us about it?” That was indeed something worth discussing. Four of the stones were on Earth right now-something Loki thought very dangerous, but it couldn't be helped. The stones had chosen their own guardians, finally settling into balance. Loki didn't have any say in it.
“As near as I can describe it, since the stones are all at least somewhat sentient, the Mind Stone can sense them, perhaps even communicate with them. I cannot; I believe the higher functions of the Mind Stone work at a higher frequency than my matter-based body can reach. But I can feel it sometimes, and I believe what I am sensing is someone utilizing the power of at least one of the stones.”
Strange and Loki stared at him.
“That is very concerning.” Loki said. “Well. It's not me. I have not used the Stone for most of a year. I will use it again, but only to help better our Bifrost, and only when our engineers have worked out more of the stabilization problems.”
“Haven't used it at all.” Strange said. “No need for it.”
“And I use this only inasmuch as it allows me to exist.” Vision stated.
“The space pirates?” Strange ventured.
“Impossible.” Loki said. “It took all of them together just to contain the Power Stone, and they can no longer safely wield it without the flora colossus at full strength.”
“And our...ally on Vormir has not contacted us.” Vision pointed out. “He is not very loquacious, even with the technology we left him, but I am certain that if someone made an attempt at the soul stone, he would tell us.”
“Damn.” Loki said. “My brother is going to kill me.”
“As entertaining as that would be...why?” Strange asked.
“Because I believe we are going to need to contact Dr. Foster.”
“Ah, the sting of lost love.”
“Do they not get along?” Vision asked.
“Well, no...it's not that. It's a little complicated. But my brother has been extravagant in his vows never to bother her again.” Loki explained.
“You however, have taken no such vows.” Stephen pointed out.
“I have not.” Loki confirmed.
“So what is it with Asgardian royalty, and human women?” Strange asked. “Is it a fetish, or...”
“That's none of your-”
The door popped open, and Bucky peeked in. “Hey, Merlins. I think your girl's gonna get in a fistfight with some other lady. Tall dame, acting like a real pill. Doesn't speak a word of English, had someone other lady translating for her.”
“Gloa...” Loki said darkly. “Excuse me gentlemen... and Stephen. I have to go head off an incident.”
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I Do, But Only To You
FANDOM - MARVEL AU
PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions, Steve’s adopted sister.)
WARNINGS - ANGST
Request -
Reader is about to marry someone else and her lifelong friend and previous lover James Buchanan Barnes is invited to the wedding, Bucky is still very much in love with her and considers telling her but then decides against it and leaves fearing it was too late, reader makes it to the altar and realizes it’s Bucky she should be saying “I do” to, so she goes to find him lol I was watching Thomas Rhett’s marry me music video and would loveeeee a Bucky one shot like this 💕💕
I Do, But Only To You
“Bucky!” You shrieked indignantly.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to.” He apologized, his bottom lip pouting as he held out the broken doll and tried to stick the head back on.
He and Steve had been running through the living room to go to the kitchen and he hadn’t seen it on the floor. Your eyes were watering as you looked around at the carefully planned wedding.
“Now there’s no bride.” You said sadly.
You had spent all morning making up the aisle and the altar for the ceremony, dressing up the dolls and teddy bears in their finest clothes for the wedding of Barbie and Mr Potato Head.
“You can be the bride, you’d make a pretty bride.” Bucky suggested.
Your adopted brother jumped on his best friends suggestion and pulled the white net curtains down from the window carefully and draped them over you like a makeshift veil. They smiled proudly as you giggled from under the lace.
“I can’t marry Mr Potato head, he’s a toy.” You told them.
“I’ll marry you.” Bucky said sweetly.
“I’ll give you away.” Steve yelled, excited by the new game.
“What’s going on here?” Your mother asked, peering her head into the room to see what her son was yelling about.
“Momma, will you do the vows? I’m gonna marry Bucky.” You told her.
Bucky confirmed it with a wide grin to Mrs. Rogers and she laughed delightedly.
“Well of course. And what a beautiful bride you make in my curtains.” She complimented you.
Your brother offered you his arm and walked you down the makeshift aisle between the coffee table and sofa to the altar in front of the TV.
“Now James Barnes, you take good care of her, you hear me?”Your mother instructed.
“I promise Mrs Rogers, she’ll be my best girl forever.”
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“Come on Bucky!” You yelled at the top of your voice as he ran down the field with the ball.
The crowd roared as he made it and just before he slammed the ball down he looked up to where you were standing and you didn’t have to see the cocky grin on his face to know it was there. The ball hit the grass as you laughed and clapped, you and Wanda jumping up and down in joy.
After Bucky’s winning goal Coach Coulson took the whole team to Pott’s Diner to celebrate and when Bucky walked in to cheers and whooping he ignored it all and headed straight for you, picking you up and spinning you around.
“Bucky you were amazing.” You laughed breathlessly.
“Couldn’t have done it without you doll.” He whispered in your ear.
You gave him a quizzical smile as he set you back on your feet.
“Could hear you cheering for me. Didn’t want to let you down.” He explained.
“Well first of all Barnes, you could never let me down. Secondly, there were like a hundred people, you could not hear me you charming liar.” You laughed.
“Could be a crowd of a million people doll, you’re the only one I’d ever notice.” He said earnestly.
The way you were looking at him made him think that maybe you felt it as well, this surety that you were destined to be more than friends. His hand cradled the back of your neck and he leaned in and when didn’t pull away he though his heart was actually going to beat its way out of his chest when Sam Wilson slammed his hand down on his shoulder and broke the moment.
“Come on Barnes! We gotta celebrate!” Sam yelled in his ear, dragging him away from you.
He looked back at you but your attention had already been detained by Wanda and Natasha as they pulled you over to the jukebox.
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It had been a long, torturous few months since he had seen you and the letters and phone calls hadn’t been enough to stop him pining and regretting never telling you how he felt before he left for college. But he and Steve had made it home in time to see you graduate and at the small gathering afterward he finally gathered up the courage to tell you what he should have said a long time ago.
He took you by the hand and led you away from your friends and family to tell you what he had to say.
You had the saddest look on your face and it was tugging at his heartstrings.
“We’re gonna be fine doll, I swear.” He assured you.
“It’s the army Bucky, you can’t promise that. You or Steve.” You whispered.
“I’m coming home, I’m coming back to you.” He said pulling you towards him.
“To me?”
“To you, it’s always been you. It’s always going to be you. Me and you doll, it’s written in stone.” He said.
“Nothing’s written in stone Bucky.”You said, fondly rolling your eyes at him.
He nodded thoughtfully and released you.
“You’re right. But this is the next best thing.” He said, pulling a pocket knife out of his belt.
“Bucky why do you have a knife?” You said with a disbelieving laugh.
“Well these woods can be dangerous doll, and I gotta protect my best girl.”
“The woods in my backyard? Bucky! What are you doing?”You demanded.
He just winked at you over his shoulder as he carved into the tree trunk. When he was done he pulled back and regarded his handy work. Your and his initials, encased in a love heart.
“There we go sweetheart, might not be carved in stone but it’s carved in wood. That means it’s forever.” He said, pushing your smiling self against the tree.
You smiled so sweetly at him and finally, he did what he had been wanting for years and pressed his lips against yours.
As he lost himself in your kiss, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that it really would be forever.
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You smoothed your hands nervously over your coat as you stood outside the room. Your brother squeezed your shoulder comfortingly as you opened the door to the hospital room.
He looked up as soon as the door opened but when he saw it was you he ducked his head back down.
“I uh, I know you told me to come home in one piece doll but I think I fucked up.” He said with a self-deprecating laugh.
He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, he didn't know what would be worse to see in your eyes, pity or revulsion at the stump on his shoulder where his arm used to be.
“Oh, Bucky.” You breathed out his name, your hands pressed to your sternum as you tried to contain the sheer emotion at seeing him again.
If he’d looked at you then he wouldn’t have seen pity or revulsion, he would have only seen the relief and adoration you had for him.
A slight rustling of your coat was the only warning he had before you flung your self at him and held on for dear life. It knocked the wind out of him, physically and emotionally. Your perfume, that sweet one you had always favored prickled his nose and he realized just how much he’d associated that smell with home. He crumbled apart in your arms when he realized he was home, he was with you and you still wanted him.
He wrapped his arm around you as a sob broke free from him and buried his face in your neck, holding you like you were the last real thing in the world, the last port in a storm.
His tears dripped onto your neck and rolled down your shirt, soaking it through but you didn’t care. You had him back, your Bucky. He could cry and scream and rage as much as he needed to, you would hold him throughout it all. You wouldn’t ever let him go.
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You woke up to somebody gently stroking your hair back off your face and smiled and nuzzled your hand into his hand.
“Morning Buck.” You whispered without opening your eyes.
“Morning doll.” His voice was soft and sad and had you snapping your eyes open in alarm.
The sight that greeted you did little to calm you down as you sat up. Bucky was fully dressed and had a duffel bag at his feet.
“Buck?”
“I can’t do this anymore.” He told you regretfully.
“Can’t do what?”
“Be with you. You were always the light of my life sweetheart but I’m not the man I used to be, and I can see the light in you dimming every day you’re around my darkness.”
“James I love you, nothing about you takes anything away from me.” You said, blinking back tears.
“That’s just not true doll, and I can’t keep doing this to you. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I have to let you go, for both our sakes.” He said, kissing you on the forehead and walking away.
He couldn’t let himself turn around as he walked out of the door, leaving you crying in the cold empty bed.
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He only had himself to blame. He had told you he would always be your friend so of course you would invite him to your wedding. He had wanted you to move on, to find happiness. Now you had and he didn’t know if he was strong enough to watch it happen.
But he couldn’t let you down again so he had swallowed his own emotions and ticked yes on the RSVP.
He should have ticked no. He couldn’t do this.
He looked around the woods at the back of your childhood home and tried to ignore the memories and focus on the way the area had been lit up with candles in jars and fairy lights. It looked magical, just like he knew you had always wanted. He sighed and made his way to the drinks table, pouring himself a generous helping of whisky and downing it in one gulp. The burn did little to ease the pain in his heart as he wandered around.
Right there, where they had been for years on the oak tree right at the edge of the lawn were your and his initials. You hadn’t carved over them or scraped them off.
His resolve broke and without a second thought he broke into a run and sprinted through the house, through the living room where he had married you as a child and up the stairs to where you were getting ready to marry the wrong man.
“I love him Steve, I really do. More than anything and I always will.” Your voice drifted out of the open door and he came to an abrupt halt.
He couldn’t do this to you. He had let you go, he couldn’t ask for you back now, not when you had found love. He swallowed the lump in his throat and went back down the stairs and out of the front door.
“But he left me, and I had to move on. A part of my heart will always belong to Bucky but he doesn’t want me anymore and I love David.” You continued, unheard by Bucky.
“If you’re sure.” Steve sighed, hugging you tightly.
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He sat at the back, thinking he couldn’t be too close to you when you became somebody else’s but that meant he was right next to you as you stepped out of the trees. Your eyes met his and your lungs contracted painfully.
“Bucky.” You said so softly it was all but silent.
His eyes held so much pain it was all you could do not to fling yourself at him and hold him. But that wasn’t your place anymore. And this was your wedding.
So you made yourself turn away and let Steve escort you to the altar where David was waiting with Reverend Fury.
“I love you and I just want you to be happy.” Steve whispered as he kissed your cheek and handed you over to someone else.
“We are gathered here today...” Fury began and you immediately tuned out as you looked back out at the crowd to Bucky but his chair was empty.
He walked back through the trees, trying to hold himself upright. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t watch you marry somebody else. You were his soulmate and he loved you, he had only ever loved you.
He had let you go because he thought he was broken but he realized too late that he wasn’t broken until you were gone. Tears burned at his eyes as he leaned against the tree for support, your tree.
Carved in wood didn't mean a damn thing because he had ruined it. He had lost you forever.
“Bucky?”
He whirled round to look at you stood there, out of breath in your dress, looking like an angel.
“Doll? You’re supposed to be getting married.”
“I’m supposed to be getting married to you. It’s only ever been you and it only ever will be. I tried to move on, I did but I just couldn’t.” You said, tears rolling down your face.
“But I ruined it.” He said, unable to hold back his own tears.
“I can’t just marry somebody else. It’s you or it’s nobody. I love you James.”
He practically fell at your feet when you said those words and he pulled you to him and held you like he was never going to let you go again because he wasn’t.
“I love you doll, you’re my best girl forever.” He vowed.
He pressed his lips to yours and felt the pieces of his broken heart mend.
As he lost himself in your kiss in the spot where he had kissed you for the first time and promised you forever, he made the promise again and there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that this time it really would be forever.
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Instead of writing my final essay I edited this up and decided to post it.
Based off that one post about Jeremy Renner having played Barney instead of Clint 🤷♀️
Steve doesn't really see what happened. There's a flash of light, a scream, and then absolute silence. It's eerie and it reminds him too much of the silence of tired men tramping back to base after an op that cost more than they were willing to give. Immediately he finds himself looking around to locate Bucky but he shouldn't have bothered; he's there, as always, just behind Steve's left shoulder.
"You alright Buck?" he asks. Bucky nods so Steve continues his visual check-in: Spiderman is limping his way towards ground zero, T'Challa is gathering his own remaining warriors around him, and Sam is hovering overhead, just watching. Several women he doesn't recognize are approaching Wanda who has collapsed in the dirt. That…is probably a situation best left alone, at least for now. He keeps looking. He catches a glimpse of singed armor and a huddle of bodies, but before he can really take it in there's a hoarse shout of "CLINT!" and Hawkeye dashes past him, practically flying over the jagged earth, shedding quiver and bow as he goes. Steve follows before his brain can really catch up with his muscles. Call it instinct, but he runs after his teammate and nearly runs into him when he drops to the ground suddenly and skids the last few feet.
"Clint," he hears, muffled as Hawkeye's face is buried against some stranger's shoulder. "You futzing dumbass, I can't believe it. Clint. Holy shit. Holy -" he pulls back, eyes narrowed. "You didn't hear a word I just said, did you. What the hell did you do to your 'aids?"
The other man shrugs, eyes wide, and gestures vaguely over his shoulder. "Barney," Steve hears, "Holy shit, is it really you? Futzing magic man, what the hell…what happened? Where the hell are we? This isn't New York, is it? Dammit, I leave for…how long has it been? Futz, Barney, how long as it been??" The other man grabs Hawkeye by the front of his shirt and shakes him a little. Then his eyes go even wider and he jabs at the purple arrow with his finger. "The hell are you wearing my clothes for?" Hawkeye snorts and starts signing.
Steve blinks. He is not embarrassed to admit that he has no idea what exactly he's witnessing.
"OK, no, I get that it's magic, I just…oh my gosh. Sweet chili corndog. Is that Captain America?? Barney, what the hell?"
Steve feels more than sees Bucky come up behind him. The stranger swears again. "Isn't that the dude Nat was - hey, wait, where is Nat?"
The deluge of questions finally pauses as Hawkeye begins signing again. Steve's never seen him like this: slow and patient, but somehow still sharp and rough around the edges. His hands shake a little as he signs.
"No," the man says, and now that Steve's paying more attention he hears the rolling pitch of it, the way the words slur together. "No, that's not…you futzing liar, there's no way she -!"
And even though Steve is more lost than he's ever felt since waking up in New York City decades out of time, seeing this stranger crumple in on himself as Hawkeye's hands finally still and fall to his lap…it hurts. He wants to help. He has no idea how to help.
"What the hell?" Bucky mutters. Steve lifts one shoulder in a shrug as the sound of crying drifts over the desolate land: not from the man in front of him, as he would have expected, but from behind. Steve remembers this too, from a war now decades in the past. Every battlefield is the same.
"We should go," Steve says. "All of us, I mean. Get patched up. Sleep."
Hawkeye finally looks back at him. There's something hard in his eyes that Steve has only seen there a handful of times. "Clint comes with us," he says. His hands tighten around the other man's shoulders.
"Sure," Steve nods. The stranger doesn't seem to be much of a threat, and Hawkeye trusts him. That's good enough for him, even if he is confused as hell. "We can rendezvous at Stark's cabin. We uh…" he looks around at the ruins of what had once been an Avengers base. "We might need to borrow a ride, though."
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Others Like Me Chapter 8: Return to Siberia
Chapters 1-5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Read it on AO3
The night before the team leaves for Siberia has been a weird night. Everyone's been on edge, wandering around doing entirely unnecessary last-minute preparations and checking things they've already checked so many times it's starting to be like a nervous tic. It's always like this before an op but, for Bucky, this one's been a little weirder than most.
He’s been checking Marya's preparations in addition to his, and he's nervous for her in a way he never is for himself, or even Steve. He knows she can handle herself in a fight, and he knows some people would think he's being a macho caveman, but he's from the '30's and that's what you do for the woman you love. He can't not do it, so he just tries to be discreet about it.
Marya's in a strange mood, too. She’s as anxious as everyone else, and chomping at the bit to start what she's been working toward all this time, but there's more to it, and Bucky's at a loss as to what it is. As much experience as he has with women, and as easily as he can charm them, he's never kidded himself that he understands them. Given her odd upbringing, she's simpler and more direct than most, but not tonight. Tonight she keeps saying there's nothing wrong, and it's a straight-up lie.
She's moving slowly, staying focused in the moment in a way she never has before. Usually, she lets herself surrender to sensations, but tonight she’s watching Bucky’s every move and expression as she rides him. He's lying in his favorite oversized recliner, which means he can't move a whole lot, but she doesn't seem to want him to. She's moving just enough to keep him hard and inside her, kissing him slowly and thoroughly, like she's trying to make it all last as long as humanly possible. She keeps lifting her face to look at him, and he doesn't believe her that those aren't tears in her eyes.
“I love you,” she moans softly.
“I love you back.”
Why that makes her squeeze her eyes shut, as if in pain, he doesn’t know. And she’s smiling, but it’s such a sad smile he wants to grab her shoulders and shake her. Make her either knock it off or tell him what's wrong.
"I wish I could be in this moment forever with you," she whispers.
"I wish you’d tell me why you’re sad."
She doesn't answer. She leans backward to stretch an arm behind her, and begins caressing his balls, and speeds up the way she's been rocking up and down on his cock. It's a phenomenal show, and Bucky's not complaining, but he's also not buying it.
"You're changing the subject," he growls, sitting up to bury his face in her neck.
"Yes."
He decides she's feeling emotional because of the whole situation – there’s even more at stake for her than for him – and, since she’s not going to talk about it, he turns his attention to their bodies. She's looking into his eyes as she pulls him with her closer to the edge.
"Your eyes are so beautiful. And your lips..."
It's the last thing she says before they're both too breathless to speak, then gasping and shouting as they come, one after the other.
Marya seems to feel better afterward. They actually laugh together a few times as they shower, and she seems to be looking forward to the operation as they check their gear one more time. When they return to Bucky’s rooms, she’s playful as she pushes him down on the bed.
“You can’t be serious,” Bucky exclaims, laughing.
“Don’t worry,” Marya assures him, with an overly serious expression. “I know that you’re a very old man. I’ll do all the work.”
Bucky laughs again. Marya takes his clothes back off – they really do a lot of that, he thinks absently – and begins to stroke him. She’s low down on the bed, so it’s obvious what her intentions are, and he realizes, a few minutes later, that he’s smiling at the ceiling while she holds his hand with one of hers, and uses the other to brace herself while she’s basically worshipping his cock with her lips. Bucky doesn’t even know how many times he’s already come today, but he knows it’s several, and still he’s fully hard when she slides her mouth over him and begins to suck up and down. She’s doing things with her tongue, too, and Bucky strokes her hair with his free hand.
She’s wearing her hair down for him; he likes to see all of that distinctive blonde patch he finds so fascinating and he loves the way it feels falling over his skin. She’s beautiful, with a body that should be sculpted or something, he thinks. There’s nothing he doesn’t like about her. He smiles wider, thinking about the way they met.
But soon he’s no longer able to think, because she’s got two fingers inside him, doing exactly what he taught her he likes, and she’s driving him out of his mind with her mouth. She lets go of his hand to grasp his cock and pretty soon he’s coming hard, shouting her name amid a torrent of exclamations that probably don’t make much sense, but get the point across.
They both take a while to recover, Marya lying between Bucky’s legs with her head on his stomach. They hold hands and chuckle softly at nothing. When they’re at least breathing normally, Bucky pulls Marya to him so she’s in the crook of his arm, her head resting on his flesh shoulder. He starts to tease her nipple with a metal finger, intending to indulge her the way she’s just done for him. But first, he has a question, and he wants to ask it before he loses his nerve.
"I love you,” he begins.
“Mmmmm,” she hums drowsily, and he can hear she’s smiling. “And I love you.”
“I want to ask you something. I should've asked before now, but I think I was chicken."
She raises up to look at him. "A chicken?"
Bucky's never going to not love Marya's confused look. He laughs nervously. "It's an expression. Means I was afraid."
She snuggles back into him. "Don't be afraid. You can ask me anything."
"What I wanted to know is... What do you think you're gonna do when this is over? When the Troops are free and Hydra's destroyed? Do you... have plans?"
Her hesitation is all he needs to tell that she knows what he's asking.
"We all talked about it, but it always seemed so overwhelming. The farthest we ever got was that some were certain they wanted to stay together, and some were certain they didn't."
He swallows. Geronimo, he thinks, and asks the question. "And you?"
"I'll stay with my brothers and sisters. I need them. And they'll need me."
Fuck.
Bucky’s chest feels like it’s imploding. He'd more than half expected that answer. It's why he hasn't asked until now. But he's been hoping, and his disappointment is harsh, jagged.
Marya sits up. She turns to him and looks deeply into his eyes as he lays looking up at her. "I love you, Sergeant. I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you. You know that, don't you?"
"You've said it often enough. But if you love me, then... You know I love you, too."
"I do," she smiles in a way Bucky can't begin to interpret.
"What I'm getting at is, you could come back here. For good. I know the team would agree. You and me could..."
Marya puts two fingers on his lips. "I would love that. I want that more than anything."
Warning bells are going off all over the place in Bucky's gut. He sits up to face her. "That's not a yes."
"No," she says, hiccupping just a little as she forces the word out. A fat tear has formed and is already falling as she goes on. "That's not a yes."
"Didn't we just agree that we love each other? Don't you wanna at least think about it?"
"Oh, Sergeant, I have been thinking about it. If you knew how much I want to be here with you..."
"Then say yes,” he urges, hearing the pleading in his voice but unable to do anything about it. “What's the holdup?"
Marya takes time to wipe the tears she seems to be fighting as hard as she can. She leans toward him and touches his forehead with hers. "My love. My beautiful, brave, wounded man. I told you, I love you. That means I want you to be happy. And you will. With the man you love."
Bucky’s stunned. He opens and closes his mouth several times, trying to find something to say.
"Marya, no. C'mon, you know that's over. I'll never -"
"Sergeant, if you say you'll never be good enough for him, when we’ve just agreed that you’re good enough for me, I'm going to disable your arm again and hit you with it until you apologize."
She’s grinning a little, trying to lighten the moment, but all he can do is stare at her, his own tears threatening.
"I think you get it now," she murmurs, laying a hand on his cheek. Her touch is soft and reverent and she’s smiling sadly again, while two more heavy tears make their way down her cheeks. "You are good enough for him. You always were."
"Marya..."
"I believe you when you say you love me. It's something I'll treasure always, that I got to be special to you for a little while. But the way I love you? That's the way you love him. He loves you that way, too. It's wonderful. You're both so lucky. I hope someday I'll have that."
"I hope so, too," Bucky whispers.
He's crying messily as they kiss. "I don't want you to go."
"I don't want to go, either. But I need to find my Captain America. And you need to fix things with yours."
Bucky hugs Marya, hard, and doesn’t let go for a long time. He can feel her shaking as she cries, just like he is.
“Will you do something for me?” He asks, sniffling.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Stay with me tonight. I want to sleep with you in my arms, just one more night.”
If Marya could have had any going-away gift from Bucky, that’s what she would have asked for.
Steve sees a definite change in Bucky between yesterday and this morning. He looks like he hasn't slept. Steve pretty much expected that. But he's also got something weighing heavily on him. Steve knows Bucky's face too well not to see it, even though he's trying to hide it, for whatever reason.
He likes the fact that he can ask now. Since they talked, they’ve both been making an effort to get back to normal. They’re not there yet. But the fact that they’re both trying makes Steve feel better than he has in a while. When he catches Bucky alone for a moment as they're loading gear, Steve takes his opportunity.
"You doin' OK there, Buck? And don't say 'Im fine', or I'll bungee you to this Humvee and you can ride to Russia back here."
Steve feels a little thrill at Bucky's smile, even though it's weak and accompanied by deep frown lines in his forehead.
"Ask me again, after. I'll tell ya' then." Bucky puts a hand heavily on Steve's shoulder and gives a squeeze as he heads back to the hatch.
"I will.” Steve calls after him, “I got you, you know."
This smile is a little sadder, if that's possible. "Yeah. I know."
Steve wonders what that's about, but he's got a mission to run. Later will have to do.
Bucky sleeps on the plane, like most of the team. There's nothing else to do, and they're gonna need it. Besides, Bucky couldn't sleep the night before; his head, and his bruised heart, were too full.
When it had become obvious that Marya wasn't going to sleep, either, he'd buried his head between her thighs and tried to show her how much she means to him. Afterward, he thinks they both cried a little as they kissed and touched and made love until Jarvis politely interrupted them to let them know it was time to get up.
Steve can see him now, across the cabin, stretched out as far as room permits, head thrown back. It’s ridiculous how Bucky looks so much better than anyone should (and than anyone else does) when they're sleeping. Steve's been napping off and on, but he can't usually get any deep sleep before an op.
Marya told him she’s the same, and it appears to be true. She left the cabin a while before, and hasn't returned. Steve decides that misery loves company, and goes to see what she's doing.
This is the same plane they took to Switzerland, except that there's no rear compartment on this mission. Instead, the rear of the plane is stuffed with the equipment and vehicles they'll need.
Marya is standing to one side of the middle medical compartment, stretching and looking grim.
"I would've thought you'd be feeling pretty good right now," he says when he catches her attention. "This is what it's all been for, right?"
"Yes," she says, with a smile so forced it's practically a grimace.
"So, listen. As long as I got you alone, I feel like I owe you an apology."
At least her questioning frown looks sincere. "Why?"
"I was rude to you the other night. I'm sorry."
"You weren't rude to me. You trusted me with what I assume are confidences, didn't you? Things that hurt you? You have feelings about those things. That's all I saw."
"Well, thanks."
Steve stretches, too, because he needs to, and because it's cold as hell in the bare fuselage and moving helps.
Bucky had looked troubled earlier, but Marya actually looks like shit. Steve isn't sure she'll talk to him, but it’s his turn to listen to her troubles, so he has to at least ask.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." At least she doesn't insult him by trying to deny anything's wrong.
"You can, if you want to. You listened to me."
"I guess that means Sergeant Barnes told you I'm not coming back, then?"
"You're... What, not coming back to the Compound?"
"Right."
Steve can’t believe what she’s telling him, and he’s immediately ready to argue with her. God knows he knows how Bucky feels about Marya. "But, you and Bucky...?"
She bends backward into a bridge, not saying anything while her body’s arched, belly up, resting on her hands and feet. Only after she kicks her legs gracefully over her head and stands again does she respond.
"I suppose it's my turn to say that I'm in love with him."
"Not exactly news."
She makes a sour face at Steve. It's like a shadow of the mock-disgusted expression she'd be giving him another time.
"He loves you, too.” Steve says, already fighting for Bucky. “You don't doubt that, do you?"
"No. I think he does love me, a little. But, the thing is… He doesn’t love me the way he loves you."
Steve just stands, frozen in place, looking fairly ridiculous as his thoughts play across his face. He has absolutely no idea how to feel about that, let alone how to respond. He’s dumbfounded, rocked to his core, by the implications of what she’s saying. Marya doesn’t rescue him. It’s probably unfair of him to expect her to, but he’s surprised when she just moves around him to return to the cabin.
“Marya…”
She turns around, her distress plain in everything about her. “Captain, don’t make me talk about this. We’re getting close, and I need to focus.”
“Yeah, but… I mean, are you sure?”
“I want so much to tell you to take care of him, and cherish him. That seems like what to say right now. But with you two, after everything… that would just be silly.” Her smile this time is real, even though she’s crying now. “Just… Please don’t let him go. Don’t ever let him go.”
“You, of all people, know I couldn’t if I wanted to.”
“Make him happy.”
“I will. I promise.”
Steve’s surprised when she steps back to him and hugs him. Afterward, she quickly turns and makes her way back to the cabin, leaving Steve to stand in the cold space between the wall of the medical compartment and the bulkhead of the plane, trying to figure out what to do with all his feelings until the mission’s over and he can do something about them.
Siberia, being huge and frequently snowbound, is peppered with airstrips because planes are the best way (in some cases, the only way) to reach some places. They land at an airstrip about ten miles from the bunker.
Scott’s made sure the radar and communications at the Hydra airfield are still inoperative, so that the team’s plane is able to land without Hydra being any the wiser. Not that it was hard, with all the damage from the explosion the night Bucky and Marya had escaped, but he’d made sure the new parts Hydra was planning to install were not going to work, and for very difficult-to-diagnose reasons.
The team begins the process of unloading and prepping the vehicles and gear to be ready when the time comes. While they prepare to take the bunker by force, Scott dons his suit and invades it by stealth. He goes ahead to notify the Troops that The Avengers and their team are there, and to pass on Marya's orders.
When he first hears the orders he’s to relay, he laughs, thinking she can't be serious. She has to convince him that, rather than football play calls, they’re real battle plans.
“Mr. Lang, my Troops are trained and drilled. We made these plans together, and they’ve been waiting for these orders for a very long time. They don't need to be told what to do.”
“Sorry. No offense,” Scott says, and after receiving well wishes from the rest of the team, goes to work.
When he’s gone, Steve turns to Marya. He sees that, like Bucky, she’s all business now. Whatever else is going on for them, right now, it’s very much on lockdown. “Your Troops. Are you sure they’ll fight for us?”
“I told you, Captain. They’ll fight for their freedom, and against Hydra, which amounts to the same thing. Just don’t get between them and the door.”
He nods and turns away.
“Captain.”
Steve turns back to Marya, whose large brown eyes look deeply into his bright blue ones. “Yes, Soldier?”
“Thank you. For helping us.”
“We need to destroy Hydra for good.”
“Yes, we do. But it’s much more than that for me, and I am very grateful to you. Just… for the record.” She smiles a little shyly, like she sometimes does when she’s trying out a new bit of English and isn’t quite sure she’s got it right.
“It’s an honor,” Steve replies, nodding.
The wait for Scott to return from the bunker seems eternal.
In the meantime, Marya meets The Hulk for the first time. Bucky's right beside her, ready to deal with whatever her reaction’s going to be but, as it turns out, it's him who's unprepared.
Marya is overcome with shocked glee. She laughs out loud and circles The Hulk, taking him in from all angles with undisguised awe and delight. She insists on him picking her up in his hand because she remembers seeing a poster for a King Kong movie once. She spends a lot of time basically climbing him, and he lets her, while the rest of the team watches and laughs. Bucky and Steve, having unconsciously taken places standing next to one another, trade amused looks. Marya wants The Hulk to dangle her by one foot, but Steve won't allow it. No sense taking a chance on her getting hurt before the op even starts. Both Marya and The Hulk are disappointed, but they obey.
At long last, Scott returns and the team gets ready to go. He has news, though, and it's not good.
He takes Marya aside and speaks to her quietly.
“I wasn’t sure whether to tell you or not, but the Troops said that you needed to know, tactically. Marya, I’m sorry, but Hydra killed one of your Troops.” Scott’s manner is very kind, but Marya’s is icy. It’s clear it’s a painful blow, but she can’t afford to react right now.
“Who? How?”
“During interrogation. They’re still trying to find out how you and Barnes escaped. And now, they’ve been asking about me. How I breached the bunker, and who I am. It was a woman named Twenty-Nine. Um… Davsat Devat… something like that?”
“Dvadsat’ Devyat’.”
“Yeah. I’m very sorry.”
Marya nods. Her expression is fierce, but controlled. “Thank you for telling me, Mr. Lang. You were right. I did need to know that.”
She’s grim and silent when she and Scott step back to rejoin the team.
"You good to go, Soldier?" Steve asks, not without empathy.
"Yes, Captain," she snarls, and her cold fury is plain to see.
Bucky looks a question at her, but she shakes him off. He gets it. She's in battle mode. She'll use whatever's happened to feed her determination, no room for anything else. He just nods and they board their vehicles.
It’s begun.
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Slave or Freedom?
AN: This is my entry for @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor Writing Challenge. My time period is ancient Rome and the pairing is Stucky x Reader ( though it not really turned out as one- sorry).
I once planned on making it an angsty and dark story, though after I wrote the first half, writersblock struck me. SO this is what I got and I hope you like it. Maybe I will try to do my plan another time ! Have fun^^
Wordcount: around 3000
Warning: slavery (historical), sexual harassment against a female
A month. That was how long the young woman had already been with the fat man who was currently praising every little detail he could think of about her to everyone who could be an interested buyer
Yes, buyer- the young female was one of the many unfortunate souls to be sold into slavery.
And so she stood under the canopy of a ´larger´ stand, chained to a wooden beam – Naked.
Her current owner (the seller) luckily was one of the more ´high end´ slave traders adnd so her and the others were treated rather well, with food, water- and shadow.
With nothing else to do, did the female look around the busy market. Slaves, owners and free people were walking around, doing purchases of different kinds or just strolling through the stands.
I used to do that. How fate can change.
“She is young. Still has her innocence and would make and would make a perfect house slave. I have her for a month now. Trained her myself and can vouch for the quality.”, the leering voice of her seller caught her attention. He was standing right next to her with another person though she didn’t dare to look at them to see who it might be- he did not like that and she had learned that the hard way.
´Unless ordered, never look at any free person. No one wants to see a slaves face!´, echoed his painful lesson through her head and she had supress a wince.
“150 Coins and she can be yours.”, the merchant offered happy.
“How can I know that you don’t lie to me and she really has her innocence? I don’t like to pay for damaged goods. I demand proof.”, the interested customer hollered. He sounded old and she did not like the way the conversation hinted. A dark shiver went down her body.
What?
“Well, if you want, you could check for yourself. Though I must charge you for any damage you cause. You know- to compensate the damaged goods.”, the merchant offered.
“Whatever. I don’t care if the quality is worth it in the end. Slave. Come here.”, the interested man hollered, and the female was jerked sideways towards him, “Lean forward and spread your legs.”
Tears gathered in her eyes and even though she did not want to do what was demanded from her, she complied. The world of pain she would otherwise enter were far scarier at that moment.
A big hand moved down her spine and came to a rest on her ass, ready to move between her legs and make that check, when another male voice spoke up.
“You said you want 150 for her. I will give you 250 just the way she is now. No checks, no refunds later.”, this voice was deeper than the other two, and colder at the same time.
“Oi. I was already looking at this slave.”
“250 and she is yours.”, the Merchant ignored the first interested buyer, for the far more lucrative sounding one.
“Here.”, she once again heard the new person say, followed by the sound of a sack of coins being thrown and caught, “now get your hands of my purchase before I call the guards and let you be arrested for damaging what I own. And you. Take of her shackles and chains and give her something to cover her with. I don’t like people to look at what is mine.”
At once her feet and arms were freed and a fabric was tossed at her.
“A pleasure doing business with you. Please come back. I will give you a discount on your next purchase.”
“Will see. I don’t have time. Come with me.”, her new owner growled, after accepting the paperwork from the merchant, a strong hand clutched around her upper arm. Though instead dragging her along with force, he more or less guided her through the crowds and towards their destination.
Her eyes were cast onto the floor in front of her the whole time.
He brought her further and further away from the city-centre and into one of the bigger and more elite neighbourhoods. One large estate adjoined the other and the longer they walked the bigger they got; at least if the distance between the gated were any indication.
And they kept walking.
Where are we going? My feet hurt; these stones are hot from the sun. What plans does he has with me?
She was pulled out of her musing, when the male suddenly took a sharp right turn.
“We are almost there.”, he spoke, his voice far softer and happy with anticipation(?).
The young slave only nodded in understanding.
´Only speak if demanded!´, another one of the rules she had learned over the past four weeks or so.
To her relief, her new owner had planted trees every other meter along the path they took and so it was bathed in shadow more than not.
Out of the corner of the eyes she could see flowers and green grow alongside the path, and she had to admit: what she was able to see was beautiful. Even though it wasn’t much.
“We are here. Wait here. I will be back shortly.”, the man ordered, and once again she only nodded her understanding.
The cool marble of the floor easing the pain radiating from the soles of her feet.
Within seconds his footsteps had become silent and fear of her imminent future crept over her body. Trying to spend herself some comfort, she pulled her arms around her upper body.
Minutes past and the man still had not returned.
Where is he? What is he doing?
“What do you mean you brought a slave?! Are you fucking kidding me? You went out to place orders for the reception in three weeks. Not to buy a slave! We will talk about this later.”, another male voice stated angrily, and panic sat in her stomach; the man who bought her wasn´t allowed to do so? What now? He had said there would be ´no refunds´.
Please-
Footsteps came closer, and the young female tried to get as small as possible without changing her position.
She was visibly shaking now, and tears were ready to fall.
“Where did you leave her Bucky? I swear if you left her waiting in the sun-“
“She´s in the atrium, calm down. I am not stupid!”, the buyer growled back annoyed.
“It seems you are that stupid. She is barefoot. Don´t tell me you had her walk the whole way! What is your name.”, the new voice directed the last part at her.
“(y/n), Dominus.”, she whispered.
“(y/n), follow him. I will see to you later.”, the new man told her, his voice gentler than before, and she nodded in understanding.
Trying to figure out, where the first man was standing, the young woman lifted her head ever so slightly without losing her submissive stature.
“Come. I will show you where you will stay for the time being.”, the man that had spoken, was tall. Very tall -and muscular, with dark brown hair that was pulled back, his left arm covered by the dark tunic he was wearing.
Lowering her head once more, the young female walked towards said male and she thought she heard a sigh from both of them, alerting her at once.
Did I do something wrong?
“This is where you will be staying. There is water you can use to wash, or drink- we have our own spring, so it is safe. There will be some clothes and food brought to you shortly. I advise you to rest. Steve and I have something to discuss in the meantime.”, the man, she had concluded was named Bucky, told her with a gentle voice, motioning at the room they had just stopped in front of, before turning around and walking to where they had come from.
Exhausted (mentally and physically) she stepped into the room and straight to the bed that stood beneath a small window (that was covered by wooded claps to keep most of the warm air out.
To her surprise was the matrass softer than anticipated, as were the linen covering it.
This is nothing like the things I had with the Merchant. It is almost like back home.
With that thought in mind, her eyes grew heavy and she slipped into a light slumber.
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She didn’t know how long she had been able to sleep, when a light shake pulled the young female out of her slumber.
“Wake up, my name is Wanda. I was asked to show you to the guest-bath to wash before dinner. The main bath we usually use are currently been cleaned, so don’t worry, I asked the Domini before I came here.”, a young woman with long and wavy brown hair smiled down at her, “Follow me, I will get you something new to wear and ointment for your feet. I cant believe he let you walk barefoot.”
Doing as told, (y/n) stood, flinching when her feet began to burn, but she tried to not let it show. But she was slow and had a slight limp in her steps, that didn’t go unnoticed by the other female.
“Don´t worry, it isn’t far, just down that hallway. Just a few more metres and then you can relax your feet in some cool water and wash the grime and sweat of your skin. You will feel a lot better after that, trust me. And if you need something while I am gone, just call.”, Wanda told you, opening the wooden door that revealed a large room with two big basins.
One was steaming with hot water and the other one must have been filled with cooler water, flowers and oils of different colours and scents littered the shelves and walls were painted with the pictures of relaxing gods and goddesses.
This is beautiful.
“Now, just get out of this crap and take care of you. I will be back in a bit with the promised closing. You seemed of either mine or Nats size. We will lend you some until you get your own clothing. Now go ahead, and don’t worry. NO ONE will dare to enter this bath without knocking. Everybody knows you are currently in here and both Bucky and Steve will have their heads if they still try to enter. Though one of the younger once is a bit chaotic and all over the place, though he doesn’t mean any harm and I promise you, he will turn as red as wine and then apologise while running into the wall because he closes his eyes and refuse to open them for minutes until he is sure he is FAR away. Dinner usually is eaten in three hours, so take your time.”, she smiled once again, chuckling at the memory of the young boy she was talking about.
“Thank you, Wanda.”, (y/n) whispered, her head bowed in a sign of respect and submission.
“No worries, see you later then.”, and with that, the young slave was all alone in this beautiful bath.
I should start with getting the dirt out of my feet and clean them properly, or they get infected.
Mentally planning what she would do, the young female filled a large bowl with water from the cool basin and sat on a beautifully carved bench, when the door swung open, almost causing her to have a cardiac arrest. The bowl hit the ground, causing the other person to have a cardiac arrest as well.
“Oh by the gods I am sorry. I – I forgot the towels and thought Wanda was just getting you- I am soooo sorry, please don’t tell Dominus Steve and Dominus Bucky, they will be mad, well not mad, more like disappointed and that even worse- I don’t want them to be disappointed. I swear I saw nothing, not that I even tried- I -I will just should up now and lay the towels here on the floor and leave. Yes leaving. I am terribly sorry- ouch- I swear it won´t – ouch- happen- ouch shit- again. See you later.”, a young boy cursed and stumbled over his own words, immediately turning a deep red shade and covering his eyes with the hand that was not carrying the towels. After placing the towels down on the floor, the young male managed to run into the wall three times before finding the door and escaping out of it.
Another “I apologise deeply.” Halled through the closed door one more time before there was silence again.
So, that must be the one Wanda was talking about. He really doesn’t seem to mean harm. It was almost adorable. But I need to hurry.
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An hour went by, and (y/n) was just finished with rinsing out her hair with cold water, when a knock sounded from the door.
“(y/n) it´s me Wanda, may I come in? I have the clothes with me.”
“Yes.”, she answered, barely loud enough to be heard through the thick door. That slowly opened.
“Here, I didn’t know what colour you like, so I brought different kinds for you to choose from. The red ones are mine and the white and dark ones are Nats. Choose what you like and I will help you get dressed.”, the young woman smiled and laid five different garbs out for her to choose from.
Those are no slave dresses. What is going on?
Wanda must have noticed your hesitation, because she asked you if something was wrong.
“N-no. I- Its just. Those are not dressings for a slave. I would ruin them.”, she whispered, making herself smaller with every passing second.
“(y/n), that´s because you are no slave here. No one of us is, even though some of us where when we came here. Just like you. We are servants. We get paid and even have days of if we need them or don´t feel well. Everyone living in this villa is free and equal in their rights, even though Bucky and Steve are the domini.”, Wanda smiled fondly and reassuring, “Now chose. I love your hair by the way.”
No slave? Am I free?
“No slaves? But why did he buy me then?”, the young female muttered more to herself than anything else.
“He probably saw something in you that made him do that. He is a good man and he knows how- well, he should tell you himself. If you are ready, I can help you with your feet and then show you around the grounds. This is a huge estate and one can easily get lost if you don’t know where you are going.”
“Thank you.”
“Not for that. I once was in your sandals and know how you must feel like.”
Wearing a light greenish tunic and with dressings on her feet, (y/n) followed Wanda through the hallways and another smaller atrium, out on a terrace that overlook the vast gardens and fields.
“Everything you see belongs to the domini. There are stables down that path, as well as a pond and some fruit-trees.”
One more hour they walked through lush grass and over soft grounds, before entering a pavilion that was seated at the back of the large villa, where almost a dozen people were sitting. Two of them the Domini and another one the young boy who immediately became flushed and looked away, earning himself raised eyebrows from some of the other people.
“He forgot the towels and ran into you in the bath, didn’t he?”, Wanda whispered only for her new friend to hear, who only nodded with a suppressed smile dancing on her lips.
“He will be apologising to you for weeks now. Poor boy. The others will make a bit of fun of him too. Did he run into the walls again?”
“Yes, even though I hadn’t even started with undressing yet.”
“At least he didn’t break his nose this time. He did when he accidentally ran into me. Sorry we are late, but I didn’t keep in mind that she isn’t as fast normally with her injured feet. I hope you hadn’t had to wait too long.”, Wanda apologised while taking her seat and motioning for (y/n) to take a seat beside her. What she did.
“So, (y/n). How do you like it here?”, the man she had learned was called Steve asked, with a generous smile on his face, “I hope your room and the clothes are to you liking. You were a surprise.”
The last part was added by a pointed look (or glare?) at his friend, Dominus Bucky.
“I already told you I am not sorry! You weren’t there.”, the other one sighted, with a glare on his own, “Now can we eat? I am sorry for making you walk all the way though, I didn’t realize you were barefoot. I should have carried you part of the way.”
Is – is he apologising to me?
“I- its okay. Injured feet are nothing to – to – to was about to. To my other – Thank you.”, the young female stuttered, the memories about her fate resurfacing after being almost forgotten, “but –“
“You are wondering what you are doing here and why you are not treated as a slave, am I right?”, the blond Dominus concluded.
“Yes.”, she whispered.
“Because you are no slave. No one here is. Every single one of the people you see at this table is a free person.”, he said.
“I once was a slave as well. Before that, I was a soldier, with Steve, but got captured and sold into slavery as a gladiator. No matter that I was a roman citizen- even though it wasn’t allowed. I was made to fight and kill. One day Steve found and freed me. They made me wear an helmet and a Manicae, with only a short sword as my weapon.*I know how it is to be on that side of society. You are free now. Free to make your own choices. And if you want to stay, stay. If not, that is fine as well- you don’t own us anything. But enough of this. Now it is time to eat, and to tell why Peter isn’t able to look up from his plate.”, her saviour explained and she finally understood- at least it became clearer to her.
Let’s see what the future will hold…
AN 2.0:
* similar to this ( the one on the left)
Alright, I hope you guys liked it and please let me know what you think ( this was my first au that not really played in the MCU (like my soulmate fic- “Soulmate 21” did), so I am sorry if it didn’t turn out as you (and I ) wanted.
Until next time and thank you for reading :)
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Winterprincess Week 2019 Day 4: Enemies to Lover’s AU
A/n: Well I’m super late to the party. But after getting this idea at 9 am this morning and spending literal hours on it, I’ve managed to turn what was supposed to be a short oneshot for winterprincess week into..something else. I can’t believe I’m gonna try and do it again tomorrow. Well later today by now. Sorry about any grammar/punctuation mistakes. Hope you enjoy!
The United States Military had been crazy to send soldiers into Wakanda. Even their elite Captain America, who’d never failed in a mission. Well- never failed in a mission so far. Tensions had been rising between the two countries for the last few years, ever since America learned there was a ‘potential’ source of vibranium under the mountains of Wakanda. But the rest of the world, Wakanda had no intention of being duped into allowing America access into their borders and to their resources. When America realized Wakanda wasn’t just some third world country that would be ever so grateful for American aid, she turned next to what she knew best- war.
Okay, so they weren’t actually at war. But Shuri was smart enough to know where there was soldiers, there was a fight brewing on the horizon. A fight she didn’t want anywhere near her peaceful country. Which is why she sat on the other side of a jail cell, distastefully studying the prisoner they’d brought in.
“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, part of the 107th Infantry Regiment. Born in Brooklyn, New York, on May 10th, 1993. Sniper, with at least a dozen confirmed kills. You’re team has spent the last few years dismantling HYDRA facilities and taking out remaining Nazis. So tell me, Sergeant Barnes,” Shuri lowered the tablet she was reading from and looked the man straight in the eye, “Why are you bothering Wakanda?”
Barnes stood with his arms crossed in the center of his cell, staring right back at her. He was by far the dirtiest thing there. The cells of the prisoner were kept sparkling clean and sterile. Barnes on the other hand was caked in mud and sweat, along with dried blood from a few minor injuries. He showed some bruises and scrapes but nothing serious. His posture rigid, his stare dark- he said nothing.
Shuri sighed, and looked at the guards on either side of her. The two Dora Milaje mimicked the soldier’s stance. She could already tell this was going to take a while. So instead of focusing on the first issue, she zeroed in on the one she’d been curious about.
“What happened to your arm?” she nodded at the metal plated appendage on his left. It was silver except for the Captain America logo painted below the shoulder.
Finally, the soldier reacted, quirking his eyebrows slightly. “What, it doesn’t tell you in that file you found on me?”
“Just that you lost your arm in service to your country on a classified mission.”
“You hacked the US government.” Barnes observed.
“Your government is easy to hack.” Shuri told him bluntly.
Barnes may have actually smiled, but it was so small a motion she couldn’t tell. He rolled his left shoulder back, holding up the arm for her to observe. “Fell off a train in Austria.” He told her. “Arm was ripped off on impact.”
“Was that one of your team’s efforts to take down HYDRA?”
“We were bringing in Armin Zola himself.”
“The workmanship is shoddy.”
“Excuse me?” Bucky said, genuinely caught off guard and just maybe offended. Good, Shuri thought.
“Your arm.” Shuri clarified. “That model won’t last more than a few years, it’s not nearly sophisticated enough to serve more than a few basic functions, I’m guessing the wiring needs consistent replacing and fixing, and even from here I can tell you don’t get full range of motion.” She listed just a few of the problems she saw with the arm. She could build a better one in a day. Hell, give her a week and she could design and build the perfect upgrade.
Her mind was halfway through the schematics when she remembered to tap down the need to improve, and create. This was an enemy soldier, not someone who needed her help.
“The best scientists in America built this arm.” He told her. Oh yeah, he was definitely offended.
“I pity American science if that’s the best they can do.” Shuri told him.
“I’d like to see you do better.”
“Believe me, I could.” Shuri promised.
Now Barnes definitely smiled. It was a dangerous look. Despite the fact he was in the cell and she was keeping him there, he looked at her like a wolf that had caught sight of its prey. Like all he wanted to do was dig his claws under her skin. It was dangerous and sexy and errant and promising all at the same time. Shuri bit down on her lip. She should not be eyeing the attempted colonizer.
“And I thought Wakanda would be another country stuck in the last century. Instead it’s got technology that would make a Stark cry and a princess that would too.” Bucky said. Wait, was he teasingher?
Shuri allowed herself a small smile. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ayo tensing. It’s okay, she thought. We’re just talking. I’m establishing myself with the enemy. Building trust so he talks to me. At least that’s what she told herself.
“Wakanda has many wonders, Sergeant Barnes. You can understand why it makes us protective.”
“Secretive is the word I’d use” he told her.
“But not threatening. All the records we have show you and the Howling Commandos have done good work taking out HYDRA, rescuing POWS, shutting down the human experiments in Sokovia; all those good deeds, and yet you come armed and uninvited into a country that just wants to be left alone. That doesn’t add up to me.” Shuri stated.
It was true, that even in Wakanda they knew about the Howling Commandos, America’s elite combat unit led by the super-soldier Steve Rogers, aka Captain America. A SHIELD scientist had developed the serum that turned Captain Rogers into the perfect warrior, but had been assassinated just afterwards by HYDRA. In order to avenge him, Steve Rogers had organized the Howling Commandos with the intention of taking HYDRA down once and for all. James Barnes had been there since the beginning; Steve Roger’s oldest and closest friend.
“I’m a soldier, princess. I go where my country sends me.” Bucky’s tone indicated she hadn’t gotten him to spill; he’d merely decided to let her know.
“So you don’t even know why your government sent you here?” Shuri pushed, but Barnes didn’t answer. “If I were you, Sergeant Barnes, I’d be a little more helpful. Your team has retreated back across the border, and they won’t get in again. If you want to go home, you need to tell me what the Americans want.”
“I’ve been taken prisoner before, Princess. Trust me, they’ll come for me.”
Sensing she was getting no further today, Shuri stood up to leave, but not before turning over her shoulder to say, “You should settle in, Sergeant Barnes. You’ll be here for a while.”
A while turned into a week, which turned into a month, which in turn started to drive Bucky insane. He often found himself mentally berating Steve and the rest of the Commandos, thinking he was ready to be rescued whenever they would hurry up and get here. Of course he knew it wasn’t really their fault. Steve would never leave him to rot, which means the princess had meant what she said about them not finding another way into the country. Either that or SHIELD had pulled them back. Fucking government bureaucracy.
At least he couldn’t really complain about the accommodations. Wakandan prisoners were nicer than some motels he’d stayed in back home. He’d been able to shower and given clean clothes every day. Even the food was insanely good. The only problem, besides being a prisoner, was he was bored. There was nothing to do except stare at the ceiling all day. He was so sick of being left with his own thoughts, he looked forward to his daily visits from the princess.
To be fair, he probably would have looked forward to those anyway. The young princess of Wakanda had made very few public appearances with her brother when he emerged to address the world. The few pictures and minimal information on her did nothing to convey how beautiful she was in real life, or how clever.
She’d asked a decent question- why had they come to Wakanda? Truthfully the mission hadn’t sat right with any of them, but since they had finally dismantled HYDRA, SHIELD and the higher-ups had been eager to put the Howling Commandos on other missions, ones where regular Ops teams were likely to fail but where their elite soldiers would succeed. They’d been tasked to come scout the areas where there was thought to be possible sources of vibranium. The number of doubts in that sentence alone should have convinced them not to do it. But they were good soldiers, loyal agents. So they’d taken the assignment and gotten ambushed by border guards for their trouble.
Of course one thing Bucky knew now is that Wakanda did have vibranium, and lots of it. He could see the city from the small window of his cell, and even the tech he could see within the prison was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Stuff that Howard or his wayward son Tony Stark could never dream up was operating commonplace in the city. It was brilliant.
And it didn’t take him long to realize who was behind the brilliant inventions. Shuri had schooled him enough times in their conversations he quickly put together a picture of just how smart she was. And she was. Like could probably teach Stark or Banner a few things smart.
And damn if she wasn’t nice to look at too.
Bucky blamed his irrational feelings of the boredom. Of course he’d be attracted to the one person who made his day any interesting. If she happened the beautiful, charming, bright, incredibly intelligent princess of the nation currently holding him captive, so be it.
Fuck. Bucky hoped Steve would get here soon.
Shuri knew after a few weeks that Barnes had told them all he would without resorting to more extreme interrogation tactics. And frankly, Shuri had no desire to do so. It was clear to her Barnes wasn’t some radical or extremist. He wasn’t driven by greed and power like Klaue had been. He wasn’t trying to kill anyone. What he’d said that first day was true- he was a soldier, and he went where his country told him. Shuri could sense he was regretting that decision.
It wasn’t Wakandan policy to reach out to other nations, which means they had to wait for the American government to open discussion to get Sergeant Barnes back, which they had yet to do, probably because they didn’t want to admit they’d sent agents their in the first place. But a quick hack into SHIELD communications told her the rest of the Howling Commandos weren’t happy about the wait, and that a much more likely course of action would be their return for their comrade.
It was a messy situation that didn’t come with a simple answer. Shuri found herself spending more time at her daily meetings with Sergeant Barnes in an attempt to understand him and his team. She didn’t even bother bringing Dora Milaje anymore.
“You seem to have a lot of faith in your team, Sergeant Barnes, even after all this time. What makes you so certain they’ll come for you?” she asked one day.
“I’ve been with them for a long time. I’ve got their backs and they got mine.” Barnes said while leaning against his cot. He didn’t seem to mind talking to her about these things. “When you go through the kind of things we have, it forms a bond of trust that nothing breaks.”
“You mean your missions together?”
“Some of them. But it’s other stuff too. Nat’s got a past she’s not proud of. Barton’s got secrets he doesn’t want anyone to know. But we know. All of it, everything there is to know about another person. Because when you’re out risking your neck and trusting someone else with your life, you realize you can trust them with anything.” He told her seriously. He got a faraway look in his eyes, and Shuri actually pitied him. At the same tie, she envied him.
“I can’t imagine having that kind of bond with someone.” She admitted.
That brought his focus back to her. “Don’t you have people you trust?”
Shuri crossed her arms. “Of course.” She said. Then, “I mean, I trust a lot of people. I trust the Dora Milaje to protect me because it’s their sworn duty. I trust my assistants to do their job, though maybe not with my life. I trust my brother completely. But he’s so busy being king these days he hardly has time to see me.”
Barnes leaned forward. “But what about friends?” he pried. Shuri wasn’t unaware of how their positions had reversed, and he’d become the interrogator. But she only shrugged.
“I don’t have a lot of friends.” She admitted, eyes drifting away from him. “Most of the time I’m too busy, and even when I’m not there aren’t a lot of people who are willing to be themselves around a princess.”
When he didn’t respond she looked back at him, only to find him staring intensely at her. The look made her breath hitch. It made her feel like he was seeing straight through her. It made her nervous. It made her excited.
“I can’t imagine how anyone wouldn’t want to be around you, princess.” He said finally.
Shuri felt her face turn red and knew she had to get out of there before she said something she’d regret. Hastily she stood up from her chair.
“I have to be getting on.” She explained. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sergeant Barnes.”
“Bucky.” He called as she turned to go, stopping her in her tracks. She turned back to face him.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“Call me Bucky.”
She was definitely blushing, but she nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky.”
Shuri stared at a holographic schematic for 20 minutes before realizing she hadn’t made a single effort to work on it. She looked around, checking to be sure her lab was empty. Seeing it was, she dropped her head into her hands and groaned.
This could not be real. She could not be crushing on a foreign agent. That was currently in her prison. An American foreign agent who was in her prison for attempting to invade her country.
T’Challa was going to kill her.
Except… it wasn’t that crazy, was it? He was just a patriot, doing what his country said. If T’Challa asked her to do something for the good of Wakanda, no matter how immoral it may seem, wouldn’t she still do it?
And Sergeant Barnes…Bucky… had been so real with her. She new she wasn’t an expert on everything; that a lifetime of an overprotective family and burying herself in her work had left her naïve about relationships and men, but this didn’t feel like manipulation. It didn’t feel like he was playing with her emotions. It’d been six weeks and he hadn’t once tried to convince her to free him, just continued resolutely believing his team would come for him. And the way he’d looked at her… maybe she wasn’t crazy after all.
Or maybe she’d really spent too much time alone in her lab and now was falling for the first person to pay attention to her all because he was dark and mysterious and incredibly handsome.
Yeah, T’Challa was definitely going to kill her.
It was in the middle of their daily ‘interrogation’ when his arm fritzed out. Bucky felt the spark feedback into his shoulder, causing him to yell in pain and jump up mid-sentence, wrestling the thing off him. He twisted and pulled at the shoulder joint, cussing the whole time with words that would have gotten his mouth washed with soap if his mom had heard them.
He had just gotten it detached when it was taken out of his hands. Looking up he found Shuri standing right beside him, carefully examining the metal appendage.
“It’s supposed to get weekly maintenance to keep that from happening.” He explained. “They circuitry is super complicated, in order to let me have as much motion as possible. Problem is there are so many parts the electric currents can move too fast, which overheats the system and blows out the electrodes reading my muscle movements.”
Shuri was examining the smoking end of the limb with such inquisitiveness he had a bad feeling his arm was about to dismantled and studied. What she said still surprised him though.
“I can fix it for you.”
“What?”
“The electrodes. It’s an easy replacement. I can open it up and see if I can do anything about the circuitry too, if you’d like.” She looked up at him with a gaze so full of hopeful eagerness, Bucky immediately knew this was what she lived for. Developing technology. Taking things and making them better. Finding ways to constantly improve in order to help others.
“Have at it.” He told her.
She left at once to run back to her lab, arm in hand. It wasn’t until after she’d gone that Bucky realized what had just happened. She’d stepped inside the cell with him. Of course he knew the barrier keeping him locked up was a special force field designed with his specific DNA so he couldn’t pass through. The people tasked with bring him food and necessities were always able to come in by simply walking through. But Shuri had just walked in. She hadn’t hesitated to come help him. She hadn’t been afraid to enter the cell with him. That alone made him unbelievable, unreasonably happy.
Fuck, he needed Steve to save him soon before he did something stupid like fall in love with the Princess of Wakanda.
Shuri stared at her screen, the faint glow illuminating the otherwise dark room. Her bedroom computer wasn’t used for much besides personal entertainment and correspondence, and jotting down the basics of an idea when she had one at random in the middle of the night before falling back asleep. But the notification ping was set to loud and she’d been sleeping lightly anyway, so she found herself staring back at an email at 2 am while the rest of the country was asleep. She almost couldn’t believe what she read. Almost. Her faith in technology held her over.
Steve Rogers had replied to her email.
T’Challa’s decision to open Wakanda to the rest of the world had been a huge surprise to them all, but completely out of the blue. With superheroes appearing all over the world, aliens showing up, calls for the Earth to band together, now was the perfect time for Wakanda to come out of the shadows. And sure, the Howling Commandos attempted infiltration wasn’t the most important thing on his mind, but he was smart enough to know he wanted to be in control of entering their borders, and that one attempt was likely indicative of more.
It would be a big process, so T’Challa had been ready to put everyone to work on what would he hoped would be an open cultural and scientific exchange. Before he could disappear into the project though, Shuri had been sure to catch up with her brother and put in her suggestion to return Bucky to his home. Surprisingly, she hadn’t needed to push at all.
“I agree it would be best to return Sergeant Barnes before we go public. We want America to know they trust us. He can act as an olive branch. See him returned but do it quietly; I don’t want the whole world knowing we’ve held an American hero prisoner for the past several weeks.” He’d instructed her. Shuri had quickly found Captain America’s personal contact information and sent a short message explaining the situation. And only several hours later, here was his reply, wary but still willing to do whatever it took to get Bucky back. For a minute she was almost tempted to hold off on the reply. Replying meant action, and action meant Bucky would leave, and she’d be back to having no one to talk to.
She shook the selfish thought off as soon as she had it. Bucky was a good man. He deserved to make it home.
Bucky was dozing when the sudden sound of footsteps rose him. He pushed himself up on his good arm instinctively, only to find Shuri and two Dora Milaje arriving at his cell.
“What’s going on, Princess?” he asked.
“It’s time to go.” She said simply, pressing a button to disable to barrier. The wall disappeared.
“Go, go where?” Bucky asked, still confused. Surely this wasn’t an attempt to spring him. Even if Shuri had gotten it into her head to commit treason, the Dora Milaje would never.
Shuri smiled then, and it was so bright and adorable he suddenly decided he didn’t care if this was a rescue op or a dead man’s walk. Fortunately he didn’t have to worry about that.
“On your feet, soldier.” Shuri ordered. “Captain America’s come to get you.”
Shuri joined Bucky in the back of a truck while the Dora Milaje rode up front. The two sat on either side facing each other, with another bench across the front. In the advanced Wakandan car, it would be a short journey to neighboring Kenya. The meeting point Shuri had given Captain Rogers was only a couple miles from the border. Close enough to get there quickly and far enough that they shouldn’t have to fly to close to Wakandan airspace.
The ride felt unnaturally quiet. They both buzzed with a nervous, excited energy, but neither new exactly what to say to one another. Finally, Shuri saw an opening when she caught Bucky looking at the case by her feet.
“Here,” she said, picking up the case and placing it on the seat between them. She opened it and sat back, giving Bucky the chance to examine its contents, “this is for you.”
He leaned forward, studying the prosthetic arm with care. He picked it up with good hand, seemingly surprised at the lightweight.
“This isn’t the arm I gave you, Princess.” He observed. Shuri chuckled.
“No the one you had before was…embarrassing. I really did mean to fix it, but I got so caught up in improvements it was easier to just start fresh.” She took the arm from him and held it up to point out some of the finer details. “It’s made of vibranium.” She said. “I thought Captain America didn’t deserve to be the only one with a cool vibranium weapon.”
“Technically, Steve’s shield is not a weapon.” Bucky pointed out. Shuri chuckled again.
“It’s completely myoelectric, and I’ve designed the sensors so that they can pick up on even micro-movements. It has full range of motion. You’ll be able to everything you could with your real arm. Except this one is ten times stronger, unbreakable, and completely detachable.”
Shuri’s face glowed as she described the invention. Bucky couldn’t even focus on the arm- he was completely taken by her smile.
“Oh, and I want to show the best part. Put it on.” Bucky took the arm, and with a little help from Shuri quickly figured out how to latch it into place. He felt a faint buzz in his shoulder at first as the electrodes adjusted, and found Shuri was right. He had full control over his new limb. Amazed, he rolled his shoulder, curled his fingers, twisted his arm. The arm worked perfectly.
“Princess,” he started to say but stopped when he found her kneeling in front of him. She caught his new arm by the wrist and held it palm up.
“I want to show the best part.” She said, and ran a finger down his palm. Bucky shuttered at the tingle it sent up his arm, then gasped and stared in amazement.
“I noticed your last arm didn’t have an sensory indicators. Functional, but it didn’t really let you feel anything. So I made sure you’d be able to feel anything you touched with this one.” She punctuated her point by tracing her finger over it again. “Feel that?”
“I do.” Bucky answered, still staring at the incredible girl in front of him. She looked nervous, focusing on his open palm instead of his face.
Not totally sure what he was doing, Bucky pulled back his arm and Shuri with it, pulling her up to sit on the seat next to him. They sat turned to face each other, neither saying anything for a minute. But unlike the silence from before, this didn’t feel unnatural. This felt expectant.
“Can I ask you a question, Bucky?” Shuri said softly.
“Ask me anything, Princess.”
“You said you lost your arm in a fall. But I did the math and the physics that would cause an arm to be ripped from the body…would kill you instantly. How’s that possible?”
Bucky sighed. Shuri was afraid she’d pried too far, but he answered before she could take it back.
“Do you remember the day we first met, and I told you I’d been taken prisoner before?” Shuri nodded. “That experience wasn’t nearly as pleasant as this one. Zola’s boss, Johann Schmidt, was obsessively trying to recreate the super soldier serum that gave Steve his powers. He used prisoners as test subjects. He injected with something. Not the super soldier serum but something close, that gave me the strength to survive the fall.”
Shuri’s face twisted in horror. “He experimented on you.”
“Horrible as it was, I’m grateful it happened. If it hadn’t I’d be dead.”
“I’m still sorry.”
“Don’t be. You know, you’re the first scientist I’ve liked since then? The rest of them give me anxiety but you, I know you’re never gonna use your inventions for evil. It means a lot to me knowing you can be so good.”
Shuri’s breath hitched. In the dark truck bed, they leaned closer, until there was only a hairbreadth of space between them. Which is exactly when the ride jerked to a stop.
“Your Highness,” one of the Dora called from the front. “We’re here.”
“As is Captain Rogers.” The other said.
The two pulled apart, all at once relieved and devastated to have missed the moment. Standing, Shuri pushed open the back to reveal a SHIELD quinjet waiting in the plain. Standing by the entry ramp, looking impressive, imposing, and incredibly patriotic was the one and only Captain America. Several people stood waiting on the ramp behind him, all anxiously watching the truck. These were the Howling Commandos Bucky had talked about. The friends he trusted so much.
“Looks like they’re waiting for you.” She told Bucky.
“Yeah.” He replied. “Looks like it.”
She stepped back to allow him to hop out of the truck. Immediately faces of the waiting soldiers lit up, relief and excitement flooding their features. Shuri new she should let Bucky go to them, so she didn’t say anything. But her heart leapt when he turned around to address her one last time.
“Thank you, Princess, for everything.” He took her hand delicately in his. “Maybe if Wakanda really does open to the rest of the world, I’ll get the chance to see you again.” He pressed a gentle, gentlemanly kiss on her knuckles. Never breaking eye contact while doing so.
Just as he turned to leave, Shuri tightened her grip and said, “Shuri.”
Bucky turned around, brow quirked. “What?”
“You can call me Shuri.” She said, and then before she had time to think too much, she leaned out of the trucked and kissed him. Their lips met and she swore there were sparks as she kissed him soft but firmly. It lasted only a second and was over all too soon.
“For the next time we see each other.” She explained, pulling herself back into the truck. Then Bucky smiled, wide and happy this time, with promises of laughter and kisses. It was just as sexy as that first, dark smile had been all those years ago.
“I’ll hold you to that, Shuri.”
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