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Plan: Simon Ghost Riley x f!wintersoldier!reader
"This has to fabricated."
"It's not-"
"What the fuck is going on?"
"This can't be fucking real, Kate. There's no way."
The room had erupted with anger soon after the perpetrator was revealed to be you. After the initial shock came the denial, the anger that every single one of them felt because of the disturbing information that still displayed on the projector.
No one could believe it. No one wanted to.
"It's someone who looks like her." Price declared as he refused to look at the projector. "She's MIA."
"You really believe that, Cap?" Gaz scoffed and though he seemed like he was trying to keep his cool it was easy to see on his face he was just as distressed as everyone else.
Ghost hadn't said a word since his eyes landed on you. He was stuck frozen in his spot, his hands curled into fists that shook slightly as he burned holes into the screen staring at your image.
It was you. He knew the moment Laswell zoomed in on you. He may have avoided looking at any pictures of you he came across but he could never quite forget your eyes, not when he had spent so many times staring at them when you'd sit by his side or when you were across the room from him.
No matter how hard he tried to forget about you, to selfishly convince himself that you were dead so he didn't have to deal with any of the horrible emotions that still wounded him to this day, you were always in the back of his mind. He could truly never forget you.
But even with the shitty quality of the CCTV he could tell that something was different with you. You stood differently, more rigid than he had ever known you to be. From what he could see of your face, you looked hardened and angry, completely different from the last time he had saw you.
But there was no denying it. You were the one who stole the USB.
"It's her." He managed to say through a clenched jaw.
Ghost felt bile in his throat. He could hardly keep his thoughts straight with the storm of emotions that raged inside him. It was like his entire world was crashing down around him and he naively wished this was some horrible nightmare but it was real, all of it was.
"I cannae believe this." Soap mumbled. "She wouldn't...turn on us would she?"
The room went silent again.
You wouldn't. Ghost knew you wouldn't do anything to harm them or betray them, not with how close you were with them before you disappeared. You were loyal, almost to a fault and to even suggest that you would do something to betray the 141 made his blood boil and yet...you had stolen intel from them. Very valuable intel that could end lives.
You were working with some group, a bad group he knew that much, that was in direct opposition with the 141.
"It doesn't matter if she would or not." Laswell tried to keep a level voice but hidden in her eyes was pain and conflict as well. "She stole the intel and we need to get it back."
None of them missed the way she avoided speaking about what they needed to do to you. It seemed like none of them could fully believe that you betrayed them, that you would work against everything that you stood for.
Ghost denied it. You wouldn't do this willingly. You had to have been blackmailed or threatened. That was the only reason he could justify it.
A pit formed in his stomach and his throated tightened at the thought of you with this group, what that could really mean, but he ignored it. He turned to Price and gave him a firm stare, one that he hoped would get his point across.
"When we get the intel back, we're getting her back too." He said it like there was no debate because there wasn't.
Ghost was bringing you back whether Price or Laswell allowed it or not.
Luckily Price nodded and he spared one last glance at you before he looked at Laswell.
"We need to find out who they are." He said and she gave him a look.
She hesitated before she nodded. There was uncertainty in her eyes but she closed her laptop and looked to them all.
"Get into contact with Nik. I'll ask my contacts if they know anything."
When she left the room fell silent. There was nothing any of them could say to each other that would make the situation better, nothing that would help them believe that this wasn;t real.
You were alive. You had reappeared.
And you were against them.
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A/n: i hope this makes sense I struggled a little bit. we'll get into the meat of it later on
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Кролик; Bunny
ೃ⁀➷ It's the dreaded time of month and all you want to do is curl up in bed. Your soldat has other plans.
ೃ⁀➷ p in v sex. dirty talk. soldat!bucky. mentions of blood. period sex. (soldat not giving a fuck). breeding kink. mentions of pads/pain. fingering. possible typos.
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i hate my period so much, writing about this brute helps me cope🧸
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Oh no. No. No. Not today. Not now.
Fuck, You hate mother nature.
The sheets of your bed are stained a red hue. Little spots and specks paint the white fabric and your thighs are sticky with blood.
Your fucking period. If you had enough energy you could just slam a fist into the wall, broken bones be damned.
You whimpered and whined all the way to the shower, stomach aching, legs weak. You made sure to tear off the sheets and add them to the heaping pile of laundry in your room.
As soon as you stripped yourself of your clothes and felt the steaming water hit your skin, all was forgiven. The sound of water hitting the cheap chipped tile was so relaxing you would give everything you had to be in this state forever.
Unfortunately, a girl has a water bill.
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You changed your clothes, put on low-cut shorts, and bought a shit ton of pads. It was only the first day and your flow was already heavy.
The cramps were bearable, but you could tell they were going to get a whole lot worse. Which led to your current state, in bed, lights turned off, head against a cold pillow, and blinds drawn.
An unbreakable fortress of cold pillows and snakes you managed to hoard in anticipation for this day's arrival.
You couldn’t turn on the tv, the light was harsh and irritating. So you just sat in darkness, eating Resses and groaning in pain.
Your only thought was “when would he arrive"?
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“Кролик” (Bunny) a heavy voice woke you from your sleep. A familiar musk of gunpowder and him filled your head.
“You're bleeding.” He says from the shadows. You find your fingers gripping your blankets in both anticipation and fear. Your breath hitches.
He smells it, smells you.
“You need to be bred.”
Fuck.
The Winter Soldier, soldat, in his six-foot-tall frame, rounds the side of your bed. The harsh fabric of his suit, made to withstand all kinds of obstacles was now in front of your vision.
The soldat didn’t bother to take his combat boots off before sliding into bed with you. He kneeled on the mattress, denting it.
You waited in anticipation, legs slightly parted, breath coming in slow gasps as heat filled your entire body.
“Remove your shorts. Or is it too painful?” In a way, he’s mocking you, a way of saying you will always need his help. If you weren’t drunk off him right now, you’d recoil. Sober you would not have heat pooling in her core right now.
“Hurts- Soldat. Please take them off.” You wiggled your hips to emphasize. The soldats mask covers his face, muffling the groan he made when sliding the fabric off your legs.
Your body jolted when cold metal fingers met your clothed core. You tried your best to hold in the moan you held in your throat.
“Shh…quiet, кролик” You know there’s blood on your panties, you know the soldat does too.
Except, he doesn't seem to give a shit. His fingers prod at your entrance before removing your panties entirely, along with the pad stuck to them.
The soldat looks at your cunt, the mask hiding any real facial expression. You shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed folds.
He takes two metal fingers and slides them through your folds, gathering both blood and slick. The soldat purrs as you whine. “Relax -Going to hurt, stay still.”
You do as you are told, unable to stop the soldat as he places a flesh hand against your stomach, while two metal digits slide into your cunt.
"Beautiful, sweetheart.” The Soldat hums, pushing down just a little on your tummy as the digits slowly slide in and out of you. The pain eases at whatever he’s doing to you, and pleasure becomes more prominent.
You can hear the sound of your slick as he fingers you, your back arching off the bed as he picks up the pace, adding more pressure to your stomach. “Good, кролик. Right there.”
“Doing so well for your soldat. -think you can cum for him? Hmm?”
Fuck. The edge is so fucking close and your itching to barrel over it. The soldier can feel your cunt squeezing his fingers and can see the look in your eyes as you're about to come.
His metal digits speed up, going at a pace that is sure to push you over the edge. He releases his flesh hand from your stomach to pinch your aching clit.
It’s over from there. “Soldat! Soldat- fuck ” you cry out, heart pumping and legs shaking as he works you through it, pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“So good for your soldat. Look so pretty when you come for him, so beautiful.” The soldat slides his fingers out of you, wiping your juices on his pant leg.
The soldier undoes his belt buckle, sliding off the weapon-studded pants and throwing them into the darkness of the bedroom. His cock is throbbing, angry, and red.
“Ready to be bred, Кролик? Take all you're given?” His boxers are next, his metal hand wraps around the waistband. The fabric is torn from his body in one snap.
Your legs shake and your hips squirm as he lines his cock up with your entrance, his body crowding over you, balancing himself with a hand on the headboard. “You're so wet. I bet I’d just…”
His cock nudges your fold, “-Slide right in.” The pain hits you immediately as the soldat bottoms out. You can hear him curse in Russian under the mask, as he rests his head on your shoulder.
Skin meets skin as he gives time for you to adjust to his size. You’ve taken him many times before, but it’s different on your cycle.
It’s like your womb opens up a little more for him.
“So good, sweetheart.” He moans, sliding out to just half of his length before snapping his hips to you. You can feel everything. Every throbbing vein on his cock, every breath he groans through his mask.
The Soldat always has a primal urge when you're bleeding, he needs to come inside you, needs to breed your cunt.
He wants to mark you as his.
“Soldat-" you moan, feeling his cock slide out another couple of inches, until he’s balls deep again, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock.
The entire bed shakes with the force of the soldat fucking you, and he fucks you hard. He’s so needy, desperate to fill you up with his seed. His moans and groans do not go unheard as his flesh hand presses on your stomach.
“Watch me fuck you, Кролик. See me sliding in and out?” All you can do is nod your head, words do not come easily.
Winter Soldier presses that hand on your tummy, pushing down as he stills, balls pressed to your skin as his cock twitches inside of you. “Feel me in your guts."
A few more thrusts has you clamping down on his cock, and when the soldier feels it, he goes fucking feral.
“Milk your Soldat's cock while he fills up your pretty pussy.” The soldier does exactly as he promises, shooting rope after rope of cum inside you.
Later, he flips you on your back so your pressed to his muscled chest, cock stuffing you full, keeping his load inside you. The Soldat mutters something like, “helps with the pain.”
And damn him, he’s right.
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Favorite part
Summary: Night in with Bucky and you decided to do a cute tiktok trend with him, thinking it would be funny but brought out sweet confessions.
Warning: Stupid in love idiots, Bucky in love, tooth rotting fluff. implied smut.
I snuggled closer into Bucky’s clothe hard stomach, his warmth radiating over my face as I mindlessly scroll down my phone on his lap. As I go through Tiktok I found a cute trend that couples did which made me grin. It was cute and funny.
“Hey, babe?” I began, making him stop going through Netflix. We were having a night in and I just finish wiping off the green clay mask that I managed to convince him to do, though there were still a bit left here and there. Steel blue eyes gazed down at you, still making your stomach flip despite being together for a while now. “Something wrong, doll?”
I immediately straddled him, his hands automatically wrap around my waist. “Nope, I just have a question for you.” I grinned mischievously. he looked at me suspiciously before nodding for me to continue.
“Can you touch your favorite part of me?”
His eyes widened a bit, he looked a bit startled which made me giggle. “Its just a cute trend on Tiktok.” I explained. “You don’t have to do it but I am a little curious on what your favorite part is now. "
“I’ll never understand whats going on in that pretty little head of yours” He said, amusement dancing in his eyes. He let out a dramatic hum as he pretended to think about it, with a hand on his chin. The whole image just made me laugh.
After a few seconds, he began checking me out from head to toe. When he was done, his hands grabbed my cheeks, squishing them. “What are you-” He quickly shushed me as he continued his examination. I stifled a giggle as he turned my head side to side, before sliding his hands down to my shoulder, then to the curve of my waist. His hands roamed up to my ticklish ribs then he gave my boobs a quick squeeze, making me squeal. “Behave!” I glared jokingly, slapping his hands away from my chest.
“What? I’m sorry, but Its hard to choose if I don’t examine you properly.” He defended with raised hands, not looking sorry at all that it made me burst out laughing.
“You are hopeless.” I let out mid laugh as I teasingly push him away. He immediately pulled me back closer to his chest, my laugh vibrating through his body. A stupid grin lit up his face as he tucked a stray hair from my face .
I calmed down as I noticed the look of pure adoration on his face, eyes full of so much love and a tinge of disbelief. It was almost overwhelming. I tilted my head before asking,“What is it?”
Bucky shook his head, resting his hand on my cheek as his thumb stroked it affectionately. The blood rushed to my cheeks, making me a feel a bit light headed. I covered his hand with mine and cuddled closer to his palm.
“You don’t even feel real sometimes, and you want me to decide on a favorite part?” He softly whispered.
His hand began tracing my face. “Maybe, its your eyes that never looked at me with judgment or fear, eyes that never saw a monster, it just saw me.” He tapped my nose before tracing bottom lip with his thumb. “Or your soft lips that kisses every scar and nightmare away.” Lastly, he place his hand over you heart. “Or your big heart, that decided that this undeserving man was worth your love.”
Every admission made my heart ache, it felt so full that it made it a bit difficult to breath. He didn’t deserve me? Its me who doesn’t deserve him. I must have saved a country in my past life.
Blinking away tears that threatened to fall. I quickly pulled him into a hug, tucking my head into his neck. His strong arms wrapped around me tight, as if he never wanted to let go. “Doll, whats-”
“Shush, you’re gonna make me cry.” A stray tear managed to fall down and I felt his laugh reverberate through me as he rubbed my back. “Hey, come on, let me see those pretty eyes.” He tried to gently pry me off, but I stubbornly held on tighter. “No.”
Bucky chuckled and then pressed a kiss on my temple. My body melted into him, making me remember all the times he held me close during a series of meltdowns and breakdowns because life just wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine all the time. I would’ve gone into a downward spiral without him.
I grinned into his neck as something dawned on me. “Hey Buck, do you know what my favorite part of me is?” I mumbled.
“Let me guess, you big brain?” He teased.
That made me giggle as I finally raised my head to look at him softly. My hands cradled his face, his lips tipped. I leaned in a pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. His lips followed mine before I pressed a finger on them. I gazed directly into those steel blue eyes before saying, “My favorite part of me is you.”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, obviously confuse by my answer. “Every time the world feels like its against me, you’re the part that reminds me that I’m not alone. When I feel like the stress is about to sweep me off my feet, you’re the part that anchors me to the ground, and when my anxiety makes the world stop, you’re that part that brings the world back to its axis.”
His eyes widened disbelief as his mouth parted like he was going to say something before closing them again. Completely speechless, he let out a chuckle. “You sure know how to make a man speechless, doll.”
“Ditto.”
Steel blue eyes gazed my face before pulling me into a searing kiss. His hands cradled my face and I could lose myself to the sensation of his tongue against mine. The hand on my waist pulled me closer, making me melt into his embrace.
We broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Suddenly, he stood up, taking me with him. My legs quickly wrapped around his hips, as I clung onto his neck. “Where are we going?”
He smirked. “To do our favorite activity together.”
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Hi! My name is Sam (she/her) and if you haven't already guessed, I am absolutely obsessed with Bucky! I started one series that is currently ongoing. Requests are open, please don't be shy! I would love to make your vision come to life. I also really like to hear everyone's ideas! Follows, re-blogs, comments, and likes are all appreciated more than you know. Let's all be kind! This is a safe space for everyone!
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Spicy❤️🔥|| Angst🔮|| Fluff✨
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You're My Home
-Super soft wedding night smut. Imagine fluff x infinity.
Big Bad White Wolf Series (Ongoing)
-After graduating college, you receive an internship working at The Avengers Compound working with Veterans. Your first and biggest assignment will test you in every way possible.
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Bad Date
pairings: Bucky x fem!reader
warnings: disrespect for servers, forceful touching, unwanted kissing, John walker, fluff at the end.
summary: You go out on a date set up by Tony, which goes horribly. You come home and tell Bucky all about it in which he comforts you.
WC: 1,182
A/N: I had a really crappy date like this a couple of months ago so this is the retelling of that and how I wish it had ended, thank you for reading!
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“Hey where are you going?” You looked over to see Bucky peeking his head above the couch, one of the sitcoms Wanda loved playing loudly in the back.
You walked over, leaning on the back of the sofa. “Going on this date Tony set me up on.” Bucky’s brows went up as he nodded slowly. “Who is he?”
Shrugging, you tucked your phone into your back pocket and fished out your keys. “His names John, last name starts with a ‘W’ I think.”
Bucky pursed his lips, “And where are you going?”
You let out a laugh, “A restaurant. You ask too many questions Buck.”
He tilts his head in agreence, “Call me if you need anything, doll.” You smile down at him, “I will.”
Bucky’s lips curve up in a goofy grin, “And be home by eleven or I’ll hunt him down with a shotgun.”
Laughing genuinely, you gesture to the TV, “You’ve been watching too many 50s’ sitcoms...” Walking away you open the door and shout out, “Don’t wait up!”
But after 20 minutes of being on the date, you were really hoping Bucky had waited up. The guy was the exact copy of your ex boyfriend. He had the same voice tone and even the same haircut.
You ordered a water and hot wings, same as he did but when the waiter came he looked at her with a rude expression; as if her doing her job was interrupting. He was only talking about himself anyway.
Sighing you took a other drink of your water, watching as he only paid attention to the TV behind your head. “So where are you from?”
“Hmm?” He hummed, watching the apparently more interesting game behind you.
You rolled your eyes, taking the last bite of your wing. “Are you guys ready for the check?”
Looking at him across from you he was staring at, you a blank expression on his face. You looked back up at the server, smiling. “Yes, please. Thank you.”
Bringing back the check, he instantly grabbed it making your heart soar for at least one thing going right. He threw thirty dollars down, the waitress collecting it hastily. “I had a fun time.” He smiled over at you with a crooked smirk. You chuckled lightly, not knowing what to say.
You weren't having a good time. Yet you forced the words from your mouth, “Me too.”
“Here’s the change.” The waitress placed the money down on the table, only for John to put all the four dollars of change back into his wallet, not even bothering to tip. She grabbed the empty drinks, not waiting for something she knew he wasn’t leaving. “Oh uhm-”
“You ready?” You were about to say something when he abruptly stood, gesturing to the door. You nodded, “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you outside, I just need to use the restroom.” His eyes widened a little bit before he walked away, not even bothering to say anything. You groaned, the server catching your eye from across the room. “Hey!”
You were able to catch her before she disappeared into the kitchen, making her turn around with a confused look on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was gonna do that, here you go.” You pulled out your wallet, holding out a fifty dollar bill. Her eyes widened as she shook her head, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
It was your turn to shake your head, “I promise, it’s okay. I’m sorry for his behavior.” She hesitantly took the bill from your hand, holding it tight in her palm. “First date?” She questioned, making you nod. “Yeah, and last.”
“Good,” She scoffed, “I feel sorry for the poor woman who ends up with him.” Giving you a smile she thanked you once more, walking into the kitchen as you made your way out to John. He was standing by his truck, the run down vehicle definitely needed work, and a new paint job.
Without a word he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you into him forcefully. You grunted, surprised by his actions. Looking down at you, his hands traveled down until he gripped your ass tightly, bruising tight.
“Ow,” You muttered under your breath before softly pushing yourself out of his arms. “Where you going babe?” He chuckled, dipping his head down and kissing you. Your eyes shot open as he moaned and grunted, trying to stick his tongue down your throat.
You beeped your car alarm, the custom Lamborghini; a gift from Tony, illuminated in the dark parking lot. Pushing off of him, you subtly wiped his saliva from your lips and part of your chin, “I have to get home,” You gestured, finally making it to your car as he waited for a further explanation in the spot beside you. “Early meeting.” You opened your door, about to get in before he shouted.
“I’ll call you.” You ignored him, getting in your car and shutting the door before he could say anymore. Without even turning on the music you reversed and sped from the parking lot, desperate to get back to the tower.
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“Hey doll,” Bucky turned his head, smiling when you stepped through the door. But his grin soon died when he saw the exhausted and frankly disgusted look on your face as you slammed your bag and keys onto the kitchen island.
Bucky watched in confusion as you plopped down on the couch beside him, letting out a big sigh before kicking your heels off. “So, what happened?” He questioned, making you turn your head in his direction. “Men suck.” Bucky nodded, “We do.”
“And they’re disrespectful, arrogant assholes.”
“Do I need to kick someone’s ass, doll?”
You let your head fall onto Bucky’s shoulder, “Can you just hold me please.” And he did just that, wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your head into his side, tucking you into him. Your tight black mini-dress rode up in the process, Bucky pulling the material back down your thighs the best he could. “Wanna talk about it?”
You looked up at him, seeing the genuine concern written all across his face. “He was rude, ignoring me the entire time, he didn’t even tip-”
“Wait, he didn’t tip the server?” You shook your head, a small spark of appreciation fluttering in your chest from the shock of Bucky’s words.
“Plus when I was walking to my car he grabbed me and kissed me without even asking.” You could feel Bucky’s grip tighten on you protectively, making your heart soar at his touch.
You both sat in comfortable silence as you brought your hands to your lips, “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to think I could find a guy that wasn’t a total pig.” Bucky shook his head, “You deserve so much better, babydoll.”
You could feel Bucky’s shoulders start to loosen as he slowly dipped his head down, apparent of what he wanted. “Buck?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't stop.”
Bucky leaned down, his nose brushing yours, “I wasn’t planning on it.”
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HE DRIVES WITH YOU THE 800 MILES (?) AND SINGS WITH YOU SO ITS LESS EXHAUSTING!!!!😌😌
Yes, lovely! Look at him! He would have all the snacks and a blanket for when you need a nap. And it smells like him.
It would've been so nice to have him there. Can I have him when I have to drive the 800 miles and more back home this weekend? 😭
We should make a Bucky Barnes Road Trip playlist. At one point maybe he stops singing because you're really into it and he's just heart eyes because he adores you. Maybe one of the songs on the list becomes your wedding song. 🥰
Love and thanks! ❤️
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Gimme Shelter: Part One
70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.
Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.
Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.
For as long as you'd known him, Bucky was the man of Los Angeles. He knew everyone who was anyone and they all bowed to him like he was the second coming of Christ. Course if they didn't there would be consequences of varying degrees.
To you, Bucky was an angel. Sweet, gentle and caring. When you met you were dancing at The Rainbow and he stopped a particularly handsy man from trying to tear your glittery little number off your body. He knocked the man out cold with a single punch and within the same breath lent you his hand to help you out of the chaos.
Since then you've been on his arm. You knew he was a kingpin and he pushed all sorts of product around the city, he had the police in his pocket and always assured you everything would work out. But you weren't privy to all of his dealings, especially the more dangerous ones. He preferred to keep you as far away as possible when it came time to do dirty work. He'd sometimes disappear for days leaving you questioning if he was still alive only for him to show up at your shared penthouse apartment with a smile and a bouquet of flowers.
Despite it all, you loved him and he loved you and you knew he'd do anything for you and you felt the same. It was a wild kind of love but you wouldn't trade it for anything. You got to see the world with him and no longer needed to strip for money to eat. Some of the members of his crew even became like family to you too. You were especially friendly with Bucky's right hand man, Steve Rogers. They'd known each other since they were kids and Steve was as loyal as they come. He was always kind of enough to keep you updated on your lovers well being when he was off in some God forsaken place doing things you probably didn't want to know about. Then there was Natasha Romanoff, a beautiful red head who was as deadly as she looked. She was the brains behind most of the operation and often you two would go on shopping trips and became fast friends. As the only women in the circle you clung to each other like glue. She was insanely deft with a gun and knew how to hold her own in a fight. You'd only seen her skills up close once, and you felt bad for the man on the other end of her wrath.
Lately, everything was smooth sailing. Tonight you had a date to make an appearance at The Roxy. A big party was planned and having Bucky show his face would do good for business.
You sat at your vanity adjusting your hair and makeup. Bucky was in the bedroom, sprawled out on the cream colored silk sheets, a cigarette balancing in between his fingers as he watched you. You could see his smug face in the mirror as you continued prettying yourself for the evening.
"God Damn you're beautiful." He commented. You smirked as you put the final pin to hold your hair in place. You looked at him through the reflection in the mirror,
"Don't you forget it."
Bucky laughed and got up from the bed. Wearing nothing but his underwear, his hair disheveled from previous activities. He walked up behind you, his cigarette free hand guiding your face to look up at him so he could place a kiss on your freshly red lips. It was a fervent kiss, so much so when he pulled away his lips were stained with red. You reached up with your thumb and smeared the red from his mouth.
"Can't have you going out like that, darling." You cooed. His blue eyes burned holes into you as he smiled. He moved to kiss you again when there was a knock on the door, he stopped just before your lips.
"This better be important." He grumbled before striding to grab his robe to cover himself up.
You listened as Bucky opened the door,
"What is it, Steve?" His voice was laced with annoyance but you knew as much as it bothered him when business interrupted your time together, Steve would never show up without necessity.
"We got a problem." You heard Steve reply. It was a quiet for a moment then the door closed. Bucky must've let Steve in not wanting this conversation to be overheard by anyone in the hall.
You stopped what you were doing so you could listen closer.
"Word is a new pusher arrived in town and he's looking to take your place. I've had a few clients come up saying they've been visited by a Mr. Stark offering them more product and more protection." Steve said. Your blood went cold. For so long it had been peaceful. No one dared to challenge Bucky on his turf, everyone was too afraid to step to The Winter Soldier.
"He thinks he can just come into my city and start negotiating with my people and that I won't notice?" Bucky's voice was filling with rage, you could hear it simmering in him.
"I've been told he's gonna show at The Roxy tonight. Natasha says the intel is good so I'd say we gotta be careful." Steve continued.
There was a loud smash and you flinched. Bucky just broke something in his fit of anger and you hesitated as you stood up from your vanity.
"Get everyone who's in town, we're gonna make sure we're ready should this Stark decide to play games." Bucky growled.
You stepped into the living room where to the two men were standing, on the floor was a broken glass vase. You walked over to Bucky and placed a soothing hand on his back, the cigarette was now hanging from the corner of his mouth. Steve gave you a friendly nod and you returned it.
"Y/n, I'm not sure you should come tonight." Bucky turned to you, putting his cigarette out in the ash try on the coffee table.
"Baby, where you go I go. If this man is foolish enough to challenge you in public I wanna be there to support you." You said. Bucky shook his head,
"It might get dicey, babe. I can't have you getting hurt."
"I won't get hurt, I'll stay with Nat. Or have Steve protect me." You argued. Bucky sighed, Steve folded his hands in front of him.
"I need Steve with me, but I guess I can spare Nat to protect you."
You reached up on your toes, took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his lips.
"I promise you I'll be fine."
He kissed you back,
"I'll make sure of it." He let go of you and turned back to Steve.
"Get Nat and Sam ready, tell them to be prepared for anything and that Nat's priority is Y/N's safety if anything starts to get hairy."
"You got it, boss." Steve turned on his heels and moved to leave when Bucky said
"And Steve." He ran a hand through his brown locks. "Tell em The Winter Soldier is coming."
Steve nodded and left. Bucky kissed your forehead and walked into the bedroom. You stood in the living room, the broken glass around your feet as you wrung your hands together. Hoping tonight wouldn't go the way you knew it would. It always ends in a fight.
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Opening Up (Peter Parker x Male!Rogers!Reader) *PLATONIC (For now) *WARNING*
Characters: Peter Parker x Male!Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers x Teen!Brother!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
WARNINGS: This is a dark one, Male!Reader kind of unwillingly breaks the Geneva Convention, mentions of torture (HYDRA), burns, scars, being shot, blood, injection, unwilling sedation.
Notes: I didn't intend for this to be as dark as it came out, but hey ho it happened. Also it was already super long when I was writing and trying to finish this and come to an ending so kind of didn't get around to making Peter and reader's relationship more than a friendship, so when requests open I'm hoping to do a much happier and nicer part 2.
Can you do a male reader fic where the reader is from the 40’s and is steve’s baby brother who has always looked up to him and Bucky(3-4 years old)? He got caught by hydra after Steve went into the ice, was given Pyrokinesis and has a bunch of scars on him because of what hydra has done to him and maybe some burns, the avengers go into a hydra base just to clear it out and then they see reader going to attack them (he’s around peter’s age by now), reader fails, they take him back to compound, he’s no longer brainwashed, he has a little reunion with Steve and Bucky, he meets Peter because he needs a friend who’s around his age and then they start to date after a while and comes out to the avengers? Sorry if it’s too long! You don’t need to do this one if you don’t want to
HYDRA has been your life for your whole life. They were your education, your home, your social life. You had grown up not knowing anything other than HYDRA, their agenda and plans, and so it made sense that for a long time, you never questioned them. You never questioned if they were good people, or if they had your best intentions at heart, or how it even came to be that you wound up in their care, or even how strange it was how they’d make you sleep in a strange contraption and how sometimes you’d wake up and people had aged, changed, died and replaced as you had been asleep, or the experiments ranging from simple tests, to excruciating injections that made your blood feel like fire, or the training, and how no one explained it to you. You’d grown up with it, why would you question it?
You didn’t question them until your first supervised mission, where they took you to a secluded tiny abandoned village, leading you to a large barn on the edge of town, and instructed you to set fire to it. You turned to your supervisor, and asked your first question. “Why?”
“We want to see how strong you have become without restriction. Go ahead, make us proud. Do not stop until it is nothing but ash.” He told you. His voice was calm, confident, and almost friendly. Like there was a silent promise behind is words that if you did good and made him proud, you’d be rewarded. And so, you turned to face the barn, held your arms out, them igniting up to your shoulders, facing your palms to the building as fire shot out of them, and hit the building. The wooden structure set alight quickly, and it wasn’t until the flames had trickled up the panels to the roof did you hear the screaming start. The banging on the walls on the inside of the barn. Of the people of the village you thought was abandoned. An absolute terror washed over you at what you were doing, but you felt your supervisors eyes on you, your eyes darting to the other agents, also staring at you, their hands on their guns, prepared to shoot you if you disobeyed or turned on them. You were scared, too scared to stop the flames, to scared to protest. You burned the barn down, no one emerging. Your supervisor praised you, giving you a pat on the back. The other agents made jokes with you on the way back about the atrocities that they now felt comfortable sharing with you, as you were now ‘one of them’, and you just tried to smile, nod, act happy to be there and accepted by them, and try to keep your eyes not too wide, to not drift off into your thoughts, to not cry. You tried not to think of the barn, even years later. Tried was the key word there.
Since then, you’d begun to silently question what was happening around you. Every mission when they had to burn buildings to the ground, destroy documents, heat metal rods and chains to use in negotiations. More evidently, all of this wasn’t harm-free to you. If you didn’t concentrate enough when using your pyrokinesis, you could and have accidentally turned your flames on yourself, leaving you with burns on your arms, chest and even on your face. All of it left you questioning why. Why? Why were they making you do this? Why did you have powers and not them? Why did they forbid you from talking when out on missions, especially with outsiders? Why? What was the point? But after you asked them that, you quickly learned to stop asking questions after the torture they put you through for a week, though that alone answered it all for you. They were making you do this because they were bad people. You had powers because they did something to do, because they’re bad people. They didn’t want you talking because you could spill secrets, because they’re bad people. And you had helped them, whether aware or not, you had helped them do awful things, and that made you a bad person. You were just as bad as them, and so even if you hated them, you believed you were where you belonged.
At least, that was the only thing you could consider, up until your current situation. That situation was the base you were currently at, being under attack. Your first orders were to go with the lead scientists and your handler to escape, but as things became more dire, escape plans going out the window one by one, you were given new orders- stay behind, hold them off long enough to let the others escape. You knew if you asked questions they’d probably just shoot you, so you just nodded, and headed back down the hallway you came from to fight off whoever was attacking, knowing whoever it is was either going to be your victim, or your executioner. You hoped the latter.
As you turned the corner, you saw unfamiliar faces, one making arrests, another coming out from searching a room and turn to face you. His eyes met yours through his blue mask, and for a second you swore he was familiar, and neither of your moved. However, the second he took a step towards you, you set your arms on fire, pointing one at him. However, before you could project the fire, a red headed woman appeared from behind him and took a shot at you, hitting you in your shoulder, before another shot hit you in the side, breaking your concentration, and the flames began to burn you instead as you yelled in pain, clutching your arms to your chest as they finally extinguished, and you tried to ignore the pain in your arms to focus on your wound in your stomach. You looked up, seeing the man approaching you quickly. “Stay away from me!” You yelled at him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He told you firmly as he stopped in front of you, pressing his hand on your shoulder wound making you cry out before you tried to gather yourself. “Cooperate with us, okay? What’s your name?” He asked. You glared up at him, heaving with pain. “I know for a fact that you’re not here on your own accord, so drop the act and we’ll help you, okay? What’s your name?” He said. You clenched your jaw.
“I don’t know.” You answered, trying to sound strong and bold still despite your situation, but your voice wavered and shook like a scared child. You saw his expression soften a little. “Now will you stop touching me? When I’m in a lot of pain, I can lose control of the fire.” You warned, seeing him frown, his eyes looking at your scarred and now badly burned arms.
“Not until we have your wounds tended to. We’ll get you some pain control, come on.” He pulled you along, passed the woman who shot you, and several others till you were outside, and you were moved onto a jet with the man. “I’m Steve Rogers.” He finally introduced himself as he got you seated, and you just nodded, trying to focus on not setting this machine, run by flammable fuel, on fire by accident. A medic came over, injecting you with something that eventually made the pain a little more bearable, injecting around your bullet wounds as well before they worked on them. Able to actually think, you looked around and assessed your situation, and you seemed to process that this whole thing was… odd. Why were you not in cuffs? Why did they shoot you twice then get you immediate medical care and pain control? Why was this man, who had now took his helmet off to show a blonde man underneath, being so caring and remaining by your side? You turned to the man, who sent you a reassuring smile, patting your good shoulder gently, before you felt yourself become drowsy, realising that whatever the medic had given you, was a lot more than a painkiller- it was also a sedative.
“You bitch.” You slurred at Steve, slumping in your seat a little, before your eyes grew heavy. You faintly heard him apologising but promising it’ll be okay. You didn’t believe him.
When you regained consciousness, you didn’t move for a minute. You didn’t open your eyes, try to shift or move in the slightest. It was a force of habit to try and eavesdrop on anyone nearby, and you got lucky. “Why didn’t you ever bring it up?” You heard a woman’s voice ask. She was a few feet away you deemed from her voice.
“It’s not exactly an easy conversation, and not something I’ve wanted to talk about.” You recognised the new voice, which was in front of you and pretty close, as Steve. “I did my own research, and I found nothing after a certain point, so I just presumed the worst and didn’t want to think about it or speculate what happened, it was too painful.” He explained to the woman.
“The time it happened as well didn’t help either.” Another male voice spoke up, this one behind you, and you felt yourself go tense for a moment from the surprise, and also from not liking the idea of someone behind you, and realising you were now surrounded and outmanned. “Documents were destroyed, even now there’s so many people, including civilians, who are deemed missing from that time, and we’ll never know how many were totally fine and we just lost documentation of them, and who had tragic ends… he’s slipped through the cracks.” The voice continued. There was silence in the room, and you remained still. “Steve… if I had known he was in there-”
“There was nothing you could have done, Buck. You were brainwashed and it was totally out of your control. Even if at any point you saw him and recognised him, you would have had your memories wiped the second they realised something was wrong.” Steve interrupted him. Now you weren’t an idiot, you realised that you were the centre of their conversation, and the man behind you, was at some point in your group you were with. You thought about it long and hard, especially about their comments on ‘slipping through the cracks’ and Steve seemingly looking for you at some point… Steve knew you, though you didn’t know him.
“Speaking of brainwashing, are we sure that he’s not going to wake up swinging? We have restraints…” The woman spoke up.
“No restraints, that’s final Nat. He’s had his memory wiped at best, since he doesn’t even know his name, but if he was brainwashed, he would have fought back a lot harder, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have warned me not to touch him because he can lose control when he’s in pain.” Steve responded sternly. It was at this point that you decided that it was time to ‘wake up’. You shuffled a little in your sleep, the room going dead silent as you opened your eyes. In front of you, as you predicted, you saw Steve sat in a seat beside your bedside, and across the room, you saw the red haired woman who had shot you, her arms crossed. You stared at her, not saying anything. Steve leaned down, interrupting your line of sight, and smiled at you to distract you. “Welcome back, kiddo. You feeling a little better?” He asked you. You remembered your wounds- the gunshots, the burns… you sat up in bed, feeling where you were shot in the side, and while it hurt quite a bit, you felt the bandaging and the pain was mostly dull now. You checked your shoulder, finding the same, and then you looked at your arms, fully bandaged. “We’re flying in the best doctor we have who can make fresh injuries and even scars practically invisible.” He explained, and as you did so, you glanced to your other side, seeing the other man leaning forward in his own chair, who had brown hair, and a metal arm. He nervously smiled at you, clearly anxious to be there. You didn’t recognise him, and he seemed to recognise that, and either calmed down or deflated. You couldn’t tell.
“Where am I?” You asked, turning back to Steve.
“You’re in New York on our base.” He explained to you. “You’re safe.”
“You sedated me.” You pointed out. “And stuck me in a room with the woman who shot me.” Steve winced to himself, and you focussed back on ‘Nat’, who raised an eyebrow at you. “Here to make sure I behave?” You asked her. She smirked at you, walking over, offering her hand to you.
“I’m Natasha Romanoff, as long as you don’t try and set me on fire, I’m sure we’ll get over that little bump and become good friends.” She said, You hesitantly shook her hand, before she stepped back. “I’ll leave you two to explain everything, I’m sure he wants answers to the conversation we were having a moment ago.” She said, before turning and leaving. Steve looked at her confused, before turning to you.
“You were awake? How much did you hear?”
“I know you somehow know me, and I know he was at some point with… them.” You commented, turning to the man opposite, who tensed a little, before standing up, grabbing his chair, and carrying it around to sit next to Steve. “I want answers. Now. Who are you?”
Steve and the man who you now knew as James, had done as told, answering your questions fully and to the best of their ability, and it very quickly became overwhelming and daunting for you. They sat and told you that your name was Y/N Rogers, Steve was your older brother, and you were actually born in 1943. In 1945, James, who was Uncle Bucky to you back then, fell off a train and was found and kidnapped by HYDRA, and Steve crashed a plane before the end of the war, freezing in ice for several decades. HYDRA were the group, who at some point after your brother’s ‘death’, kidnapped you under the radar and did their experiments on you to give you your powers, and while that was happening to you, James was being tortured, brainwashed and had his memory wiped, and you were both frozen repeatedly over time. Eventually Steve was found and unfrozen, James was able to escape several years ago, they reunited and joined a group called the Avengers, and the Avengers were enemy number 1 to HYDRA, which is why they were attacking the base. Steve didn’t realise you were his little brother until they ran a DNA test to try and locate any family and find out your identity while you were sedated.
Being told things about yourself that you didn’t know was understandably daunting, and after dropping everything in your lap, answering any other questions you had- like other family and what happened to them, and asking if they’d forgive you if you did bad things for HYDRA. Steve tried to get you to elaborate, but it was at that point you shut down. Bucky convinced him to leave. Soon the doctor he told you about arrived, and she silently fixed you up though you refused to go into the strange machine that she promised you would get rid of your scars, so when she was done, you were escorted to a small bedroom, where you locked yourself away and just tried to process everything.
You hadn’t realised until now, that part of what made what you did in HYDRA just bearable, was that the people around you didn’t judge you for what you did, because they encouraged and participated. Now you had a big brother, his best friend who had been in HYDRA and had an idea of what kind of thing you could have done, surrounded by ‘the good guys’, and now the idea of them knowing what you’ve done, being disappointed, being disgusted, fully capable and justified in killing you for what you’ve done was terrifying to you. You couldn’t bare to look your older brother in the eyes and tell him what you did.
A knock on the door made you tense. Steve, Bucky, some other people including Natasha had tried to talk to you, but you had totally blanked them. You just presumed it was one of them, before the door opened, and you turned and saw… a boy? He was about your age, and he awkwardly smiled and waved, stepping in, and closing the door behind him. “Hi, I’m Peter.” He greeted. You didn’t say anything, and he awkwardly walked over, referencing a part of the bed that was empty, and when you didn’t respond, he hesitantly sat down. “Mr Stark said that you’re Mr Roger’s brother and told me to talk to you… I didn’t know Mr Rogers had a brother.” He explained. You sat up cautiously and turned to look at him, and he saw some of the scars on your neck and side of you face, and he frowned. “What happened?” He asked. You looked down at your hands, bandages now removed, showing your new burns that were finally starting to heal.
“When I break focus… the flames burn me.” You muttered. You don’t know why you were talking to him- maybe because he wasn’t exactly a friend of your brother, maybe because he was your age. You looked back at him, and he frowned for a moment, before he shuffled a little closer.
“You have powers? Pyrokinesis?” He asked, and you nodded. “I have powers too… I was bit by a radioactive spider, and now I can stick to stuff and I can like… sense things. Mr Stark calls it my Spidey sense.” He explained. The whole idea sounded strange, but then again you guessed having fire powers was strange. “I make my own webbing, and I shoot it out of this thing on my wrist, see?” He asked, showing the contraption around his wrist.
“When you say you make your own webbing…?” You inquired, and you saw him get flustered, before elaborating he meant in a lab. It made you smile. An actual genuine smile.
Peter sat and just talked with you- he did most of the talking, going off into rambles due to nervousness, but eventually he calmed down enough to just talk. He got you to open up a little, explaining what Steve had told you, what happened to you in HYDRA, how you came to be here now.
“So they just dumped all that on you? That’s a lot.” He sympathised.
“That’s not why I’m not talking to him.” You told him. He looked at you confused, and you sighed. “Peter… when I was 12, they took me on my first mission, and they… they made me do something really bad. And after that, whenever they told me to do anything- destroy evidence of what they or I had done, I did it, because one time I asked questions and they made me suffer for it… and I don’t want Steve to hate me for being a bad person.” You told him.
“... You were in HYDRA for as long as you can remember, right?” He asked. You nodded. “You knew nothing about anything outside of HYDRA, that they were the bad guys until after that… mission, right?” He asked, and once again, you nodded. “And when you realised, you asked questions, and they hurt you badly, right?”
“Yeah… they tortured me for a week.” You confirmed, and he froze at that, before swallowing and nodding.
“And that scared you into just doing what they said because you were scared of what they’d do next time?” He asked, and you nodded. “Then it’s not your fault. You were pressured and forced to do it. It was to keep yourself as safe as possible in that situation, Steve will understand.” He assured. You shook your head.
“Peter… they made me burn down a barn full of people. An entire village of people. I heard them screaming, and I killed them. To this day, I don’t know why they made me do that, what the purpose was. Afterwards they treated me like one of them, like I was part of their team… I’m one of them, even if I don’t want to be.”
“That’s not true, Y/N! Listen- Bucky was a part of HYDRA, he did a ton of bad stuff, he was brainwashed and had his memory wiped and was tortured all the time. He's guilty about what happened, but he’s not responsible, that was all HYDRA! HYDRA made him do it, they made you do it. If you hadn't done it, they would have done to you what they did to Bucky. I know that for certain. Steve will know that. Bucky will know that. We all know that.” He reassured you. “Listen… just talk to him, okay? Steve found Bucky a great therapist, I’m sure he could find you help too. He’s not going to be angry at you- maybe at HYDRA for what they’ve done, but not you.”
You sniffed, fumbling with the bedsheets between your fingers. “You promise?” You asked, glancing up at him, and he smiled confidently and nodded. “Can you go find him for me?” You asked. He grinned, nodding, getting off the bed, promising to be right back.
Peter stepped out your room, closing the door behind him, before turning to walk down the hallway, immediately stopping when he saw Steve sat slumped on floor just outside your room. “Mr Rogers? How long have you been out here?��� Peter asked in a startled whisper. Steve looked up at him with red eyes.
“Long enough to know my little brother needs me a lot more than I realised.” He answered, keeping his voice low. Peter frowned.
“He… wants to tell you himself.”
“I know… give me a few minutes to pull myself together, okay?” He asked, Peter nodding as Steve wiped his eyes, pulling himself up, and pulling himself together. “Thank you for being there for them, Peter. I really appreciate it. They’re going to need some help getting used to everything in the modern world, mind helping them out with that?”
“Not at all, sir.” Peter smiled and nodded, before making his leave. Steve took one last big sigh, before walking over, knocking, and letting himself in.
“Hey kiddo, Peter said you wanted to talk to me?
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Happy Valentine's Day, @buckys-wintersoldier!
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Title: Hot Argument
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: smut, porn with almost no plot, teasing, dirty talk, choking, dom!Bucky, sub!Reader, mention of Mommy kink (just teasing), daddy kink, oral (fem!/male!receiving), deep throat, using the word slut, dumbification, fingering (fem!receiving), sex toy, squirting, finger sucking, possessive Bucky, unprotected p in v, translated russian
Summary: Bucky and you have an argument, you two let your frustrations out on each other and it gets really hot before you two apologise for the things the two of you said. At least for most of that because Bucky makes sure you know who you belong to.
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synopsis - stark industries intern jade whitlock is tasked with creating a vibranium cell for the winter soldier.
warnings - extreme head trauma, male on female violence, angst, tooth rotting fluff, the winter soldier!bucky, anxious reader, best friend wanda
a/n - i am almost positive this won't be a series lol. this is just a one shot that popped into my head. i couldn't let it go until i wrote it out in its entirety. thank you for reading! :)
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Jade loved her job. It was probably the best thing about her entire life. Since she was still pursuing a doctorate in engineering she counted herself lucky that she got paid while in school. She had Tony Stark and Bruce Banner to thank for that.
The pair scouted her from Columbia University when she was in her first year of doctoral candidacy. They used her talents for a myriad of things, including creating an AI brain which is what the trio was currently working on.
Tony was an easy boss as was Bruce. They had been incredible to her and even allowed her to stay in the Avengers compound where she did her research. She loved all of the people she was surrounded by, especially her newly found best friend Wanda Maximoff.
They were the two girls closest in age and had a lot in common. Since Jade’s life had revolved around academia since she was little she held onto a lot of social anxiety from her childhood which she and Wanda had bonded over.
Sometimes Wanda would sit and watch Jade tinker in the lab while gossiping about the other people in the compound.
“I think I should get an honorary white lab coat to wear while I’m in here,” Wanda commented while shoving a bite of salad into her mouth.
Jade put all of her focus into the bolt she was unscrewing but still answered her question, “You get a white coat when you get your masters, otherwise no.”
“You’re so bossy,” Wanda huffed.
Jade just giggled at her.
“Wanda,” Tony called while walking into the lab, “You know you were supposed to be in a meeting like an hour ago, not bothering my intern.”
Jade stifled a laugh and Wanda rolled her eyes.
“She needs me to properly work. Don’t you want her to properly work?”
“Out.” Tony commanded while pointing to the door.
Wanda shrugged and mouthed a sorry to Jade before walking out the door.
“I need you to drop everything you're doing and help me with this,” Tony’s tone was serious which was very rare for the sarcastic man.
“What’s wrong?” Jade asked while sitting all of the equipment she was using in a neat line.
“Bucky Barnes is here and I need something to contain him. Immediately.”
Tony left no room for questioning and Jade quickly got to work while Mr. Stark watched over her.
“Mr. Stark I don’t think we have the materials to keep him in a box,” Jade said quietly and turned to her boss.
“Vibranium is our only option.”
“We only have a limited amount, are you sure?”
Mr. Stark nodded and she was left to do her job. She began to work while also thinking about why the Winter Soldier was here. The last she had heard of him he was still with Steve learning how to manage his past. To be fair, Jade was not in the top secret loop that all of her superiors were in.
It didn’t take long for her to create a mechanism that would hold him. It was fairly simple, the strength of the vibranium and the physics of the design did most of the work for her. She buzzed Tony and he just instructed her to send it to the basement level.
Jade didn’t feel comfortable taking the precious vibranium down the elevator with no supervision so she tagged along. She shoved the large box towards the elevator with a grunt and caught her breath on the ride down.
It took forever to get from the 12th floor all the way to basement level. When she finally arrived the elevator opened to an eerily quiet hallway. It was dark with barely functioning fluorescents overhead. Jade shivered when the cold air hit her face.
She walked down to the end of the neverending hallway and touched the handle of the door. She stopped when the sounds of shouting penetrated the concrete walls around her.
Jade took a deep breath in and summoned the courage to gently knock against the metal door. The shouting immediately stopped and a breathless Steve Rogers came to the door, “Do you have it?”
Jade nodded quickly, “It’s right outside the elevator. It was too big for me to get all the way down the hallway.”
Steve just nodded and moved past her to get the appliance left down the hallway, “You need to get back upstairs. Now.”
He left no room for argument and she walked quickly behind him to get to the elevator.
The metal door that Steve had shut tightly was being hit from the otherside. Jade watched in shock as the metal bent to accommodate the hand that was going through it until the door finally burst open.
It revealed the man she had only heard mythos of, Bucky Barnes stood with his mask on. She stopped in her tracks and stared in fear.
“Jade!” Steve shouted her name and instruction to go to the elevator and run, but she just couldn’t move.
Bucky’s icey blue gaze captured her own. Her eyes widened as he grabbed her by the shoulders, surely leaving a bruise. There was a glimpse of fear in his eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came.
He was studying her and then decided he had no more interest and threw her against the concrete wall next to him.
Jade’s head smacked against the wall and her vision blurred. She could vaguely hear Steve fighting against Bucky and then calling for backup. Jade felt her stomach turn and suddenly those barely there fluorescent lights felt like they were burning through her skull.
Jade closed her eyes tightly. She was still conscious enough to understand she had some sort of concussion. The commotion around her picked up and everyone began flooding the basement.
She opened her eyes and saw Sam and Tony wrestling Bucky back into the room he came from.
“Jade!” Wanda came rushing to her side.
“Can you tell me where it hurts?” Wanda was trying to speak calmly but even Jade could hear the panic in her voice.
Jade groaned in response to her question, “I think I have a concussion.”
“Yeah, babe, you do. Can you tell me what year it is?”
Jade answered correctly and Wanda continued asking her as many questions as she could, more so to keep her awake. While the pair sat there Wanda created a forcefield between them and the chaos going on around them.
This made it so that it was quiet for Jade and eased the pounding in her head. Wanda kept her conscious until the rest of them got Bucky back into his cell.
Tony called for Wanda when they finished with The Winter Soldier.
“Someone get her to medical,” Tony said while touching her head in search of any blood.
He pulled his hand back and surveyed the amount of blood on it, pondering if she might need stitches.
Since the forcefield was broken, Bucky’s screams and violence could be heard again. Jade winced and touched the side of her head where she was injured.
Sam helped her to her feet and made some comment about how she stayed conscious after a blow like that, although she had trouble even understanding anything that was happening around her.
They walked Jade up to medical while Wanda ranted to Tony about the dangers of letting her down there alone.
She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and fall asleep but even in her blurry state she knew she couldn’t.
The group took her to the in-house clinic and the doctor there told her she did in fact have a concussion. He prescribed limiting certain physical activities and drinking lots of water. He also said that Jade wasn’t allowed to sleep for at least six more hours.
By this point, she had become more aware of what was happening and was extremely tired. Wanda promised the doctor that she would stay with her and keep her awake.
Jade and Wanda sat on the couch of the compound’s common room and played different board games to keep busy. It started with Uno and ended with Connect Four.
At some point during their games Steve came in and sat down next to Jade.
“Listen, I am so sorry about what happened. I should have been more vigilant and made you go back upstairs before he even had the chance to do something like that.”
Jade felt anxiety bubbling in her stomach. She was terrible at talking to people, especially men as attractive as Steve Rogers.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she stammered out, “Really, I should have listened the first time.”
Steve noticed her nervousness and took it as a sign of her recovering from a traumatic event, not her actual personality.
“I am seriously sorry. Bucky is back to himself again and he wanted to talk to you but I didn’t want you to be scared around him. Do you think you would want to talk to him?” Steve posed the question very kindly so as to not frighten her.
Jade looked back to Wanda for help and her friend stepped in, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for him to be in the same room with her again. She’s not even two hours removed from the accident.”
“What if I was there? Bucky could even stay in the vibranium cell you made him,” Steve tried again. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but making amends with his victims was part of Bucky’s therapy.
Jade chewed on her lip, “Okay. But, I want Wanda there too.”
Jade trusted Wanda with her life and as strong as Steve was she knew he would always choose Bucky’s safety over hers.
Steve nodded at her response, “He’s on the third floor with the conference rooms. I don’t think you want to go back down to the basement so I’m going to bring the cell up there to him. Just sit tight and I’ll text Wanda and let her know when we’re ready for you.”
Steve left in a hurry and I turned to Wanda. She had a skeptical look on her face that was leaning on disappointment.
“I’m sorry. I just feel bad for him. He’s been through a lot of stuff and the Winter Soldier and Bucky are two different people. I don’t want to alienate him for something he can’t control,” Jade explained while looking down at her fingers.
Wanda sighed, “I’m not mad at you. This is your choice, not mine. I’ll be there to support you.”
Jade smiled as Wanda’s phone buzzed. She looked down at the device and motioned for them to head to the third floor.
Jade was honestly scared out of her mind the entire ride up to the floor. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her breathing was uneven. It felt like her organs were making their way up through her throat. She tried to take deep breaths and calm down a bit before seeing Bucky.
Walking off the elevator and being on a floor she had never been on before didn’t help much either. This was where the Avengers held meetings about the fate of the universe and things of that nature, meaning she was unfamiliar with it.
Steve met them at the elevator and guided them into one of the conference rooms. All of the tables and chairs were moved to the side of the room to make space for Bucky in his cell. Looking at him now he was much less menacing. His icy blue eyes were a soft gray and his mask was off revealing his entire face. Bucky looked soft and almost welcoming to Jade. She knew he must be putting up his best front so as to not stress her out anymore than he already had.
“Hi,” Jade said softly, breaking the silence in the room.
“Hello. We have never met before,” Bucky stated, “I guess I didn’t make the best first impression.”
His attempt at a joke earned him a glare from Steve and a small smile from Jade.
“I’m Jade. I just wanted to let you know, I’m not upset with you. I know you can’t really control it.”
Bucky gave her an apologetic smile, “Thank you, but I would understand if you were. In fact it’s okay if you are. I am truly very sorry for hurting you in any way. I’m working on it.”
Jade appreciated his sincere apology.
“Steve,” she said, “I think Bucky and I should talk alone.”
Wanda stepped in quickly, “Are you sure, Jade?”
Jade nodded with a reassuring smile, “Yes, but he still has to stay in the cell.”
Steve was quick to leave but Wanda stayed behind until Steve gently pulled her out of the room, leaving Jade and Bucky alone.
It was uncomfortable at first, neither of them speaking.
“Are you okay?”
That was the first question Jade asked him. He was shocked that he had thrown her against a wall and cracked her head open and she asked him if he was okay.
He looked at her for a second, “I’m not the one who got hurt.”
“I didn’t mean physically.”
Her response made the room dead silent. Bucky sucked in a breath. This was the part he always dreaded. He hated when people asked him about what was going on in his head because he himself didn’t know half the time.
“I feel better than what I did before. I feel like I should be asking if you’re okay.”
Jade smiled, “There isn’t much a doctor can do for a concussion. I just have to slow down on work for a few weeks and limit physical activity. I’m fine other than the headache though.”
Hearing that he had harmed an innocent person sent a sharp pain through his chest. He wanted to be done with the life Hydra created for him. He wanted it all to be over.
Bucky looked at her through the clear glass of his cell, “I am so sorry. I will do anything I can to make it up to you.”
“I’m fine, there’s nothing for you to make up to me. I know this wasn’t your fault,” Jade tried to make him feel comfortable.
She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have no control of your body and actions because of one little word.
“It’s nice of you to say that,” Bucky gave her a kind look.
“What’s it like?” Jade practically blurted. Her hand came over her mouth quickly, “I’m so sorry you don’t have to answer that.”
Bucky chuckled at her, “No, it’s okay. You can ask me anything you want.”
He paused for a moment to formulate his answer, “I still know what’s going on when it happens. I can feel and see everything I’m doing. I just can’t stop it. I’m at the mercy of this other being inside me that I can’t get rid of.”
“Do you think that you can get better?”
“I do. I really do think that I can get better. This was my first outburst in months. I was doing really well before today. I’ve been at the compound staying away from missions and decompressing for a while, I just snapped when I heard someone say one of my trigger words. I thought it was over and I was normal again.”
Jade could see the shame written all over his face and her heart melted for him. She wanted to give him a hug and comfort him. She knew this wasn’t what he wanted in any way.
She walked up to his cell and pressed the release trigger on the side. Jade made it, after all, so she knew all of its functions.
The glass in the cell retracted back into the metal and Bucky was face to face with the woman he almost killed.
He took a deep breath. Bucky was afraid he might get triggered and hurt her again.
“I’m not scared of you anymore. You can come out, I’ll be okay.”
Her warm smile was encouragement enough for him to step out of the confines of his cage. The first thing he noticed was the way she smelled. It sounded crazy but when he stepped out of his prison the only thing he could focus on was the vanilla scent of her hair.
“Thank you for trusting me. I promise I will do my best to make sure this never happens again,” Bucky vowed, looking down at her and smiling.
She wrapped her arms around his hulking figure. Bucky almost pulled back in surprise. It took a second for him to respond to her touch, but soon he was melting into her frame.
It had been almost a hundred years since he felt such an affectionate touch from another person, someone who didn’t want to turn him into a killing machine, someone who didn’t want to exploit him. He soaked up every second of her soft hug and breathed in her scent.
Jade pulled back first, “I’m sorry they hurt you like that.”
Bucky almost teared up hearing her say that. Of course, it wasn’t her fault, but to hear someone sympathize with him instead of demonizing him was refreshing.
“Thank you, Jade. I’m sorry for everything that happened today. I hope we can start again.”
Jade smiled and nodded happily, “I’d like that.”
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Dumb idea but what if you were found after being MIA for five years
The task force were confident in their ability to get the intel they needed from their current mission. They had been following this cell for months, knew more about them than the people paying them for information and had slowly chipped away at their defenses without getting their attention.
They were on the cusp of getting the intel they needed.
They had infiltrated the base without issue. Having taken out the guards in the perimeter so efficiently it was as if they had never been there in the first place. With the coverage of nightfall, they were undetected as they came up to the base and soon they were sneaking through the halls.
With every hostile they encountered they took care of them swiftly, leaving the bodies in a pool of their own blood before they even shot at them.
They reached the main room of the base and began their work retrieving all of the information they could from the computers and papers spread about.
Just as they collected enough information, alarms began to sound off in the base and in the distance they could hear gunfire.
Soap quickly looked at the cameras and saw a different group to the hostiles they were stealing from. They didn't look familiar as they gunned down the hostiles with expert skill.
"Who the fuck-"
"Doesn't matter." Price immediately went into action, barely paying attention to the cameras. "We need to get out of here."
In their attempt to get out unscathed and undetected, they ended up in the middle of the firefight. The fight became confusing; it was hard to tell who was shooting at who and where the hostiles were coming from. Many of the hostiles the 141 stole the info from began to die in front of them at an almost frightening speed, leaving the other group to push up.
The task force was close to getting out, if they could get past the threshold and run to a rendezvous point they'd get out without further issue-
A car bomb went off.
The blast sent Price into the ground, mostly unscathed saved for the wind being knocked out of him and temporarily taking his hearing with it.
He struggled to get up the others continued the fight, unable to get to him as they held their ground. They called out to him but he couldn't recover as quickly as he wanted to.
Someone approached him from the dust and he attempted to fire at them before he was kicked in the head. He became even more disorientated, barely able to hold onto consciousness as the person searched through his vest for the USB he had taken.
Price couldn't see their face and as he tried to fight them off, they shoved him back once they got the USB.
They were gone just as quick as they appeared. The gunfire slowly stopped and the group had disappeared, leaving the 141 with barely any ammo left and scraped up, and confused.
The mission went from successful to a complete disaster in mere moments.
Back on their temporary base they were left confused and defeated.
"How did this happen?" Gaz huffed.
"A group that small taking them head on would've died." Ghost said. "They were waiting for us."
"You believe that, sir?" Soap wondered.
Price hadn't said much since they got back, his arms crossed and a sour look on his face. He didn't like when things turned out like this, when things get taken from him so quickly without anyway to fight back. Usually an ambush never ended up with this much disaster...this had to have been planned.
"I do." He uncrossed his arms and looked to Laswell who was trying desperately to salvage this. "Can you find out who they are?"
"The cameras there recorded the incident but there's no identifiable markings or clothes that they wore." She explained as she sifted through her laptop. "I may have found our culprit."
The boys huddled around the projector, watching as the footage replayed from the security cameras.
The group walked out from the shadows into the cameras vision. They wore all black and all of them had their faces fully covered except for one, who looked at if they were given orders to put the bomb on the car.
Closer to the camera, it was easier to make out some of the features, but nothing looked recognizable until the person turned around.
"Pause it." Price's eyes widened and he felt his chest tighten. "Zoom in."
The others looked confused for a moment before they too felt their stomach drop. The air in the room became thick and every single one of them could only hear their hearts in their ears as it suddenly became hard to fight against their knees buckling.
Half a face they hadn't seen in five years, recognizable eyes that were darker and full of more hatred than they ever imagined to be possible.
The image was fuzzy but there was no mistake.
You were in the footage alive, five years after being confirmed MIA.
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Heyyyy, it’s possible that I requested soemthing for your 1000 follower special but I just have another idea and maybe you’re interested in writing it?
One it’s the prompt “You’re such a cute couple.” “We are not a couple.” With Bucky.
It’s Bucky and Reader who are best friends and really close, and then someone says that and Bucky furrows and is like “we are not a couple.” But he didn’t see the changing expression on readers face because she is in love with him. And she excuses herself and didn’t talk much to Bucky then and tries to not be too close around him anymore. However he notices and tries to talk to her but she just says is nothing. But the cutie he is he gets her to talk to him, and she confesses her feelings? Of course, Bucky is in love with her too!
Heyyy
Thank you so much for sending me this request!
Yes, you're right you also requested a Yelena one shot. But because I loved this idea so much I wanted to write it first.
So here it is and I hope you like what I came up with!!💗
You can find your request here
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Heartbeats 💕 Masterlist
"For only a fraction of a second she felt that their hearts were beating in the same rhythm - the world around them seemed to be frozen again."
→ Sebastian Stan x female reader ←
She met Sebastian Stan at a birthday party. It was an innocent first meeting - nothing happened. But when they met again they started to ask themselves:
Are they supposed to be friends - or more?
A classical romance with ups and downs, a lot of fluff and enjoyable love, a little bit of smut and drama. But hopefully a happy end, right?
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→ The story on Wattpad
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[This FanFiction is ON GOING = NOT FINISHED]
[1] The famous classmate
[2] Eyes never lie!
[3] It is his job to be ��the nice guy’
[4] She is probably engaged or married
[5] It’s a wrap
[6] New job opportunities
[7] The trip that changed her whole life
[8] Captain America 4: New world order
[9] Shivers
[10] The king of karaoke
[11] Date night?
[12] Daily Work
[13] A weekend in New York (Seb’s POV)
[14] Thunderstorm
[15] Naked Bodies
[16] The first official date 🤍
[17] What are we?
[18] Concern
[19] Despair
[20] Welcome Home
[21] We need to talk...
[22] Recovery
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Time Goes On
Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Summary: Bucky gets called to go on a Hydra mission
Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, Light sexual content, super fluff, and angst.
Word Count: 5304
A/Ns: I'm starting to have a bit of writers block. If anyone has ideas please let me know! I would love to incorporate them into the storyline.
Previous Part
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Life with Bucky has become the new norm. It’s easy for him to slip into his typical routine, but every once in a while you like to stir things up. Although you live together you’re still able to each have ‘me’ time when missions come up. He has his job and you have your own. He spends his time doing what he does best and using it as his outlet to get rid of rising feelings and emotions that he can’t always talk or think through.
The morning sun shines through the window, warming your skin and the surrounding sheets; Making it nearly impossible to find the motivation to get out of bed. But the sweet breakfast aroma you’ve become accustomed to fills the air, beckoning your empty stomach. Your eyes fixate on the 8x10 frame on the nightstand that holds a picture of the two of you from your friend Elena's wedding a few months ago. Bucky holding you closely to himself, looking down at you-only you, smiling while you're laughing. The most perfect candid, and accurate, depiction of your relationship; The simplicity of love.
Sauntering out to the kitchen, your stomach rumbles-eager to see what he has prepared to start your day together.
"Morning, Sunshine" Bucky says, standing at the stove with his back to you; Not even having to turn around to know you're there.
"Morning, babe." You say in return as your arms wrap around him from behind.
"Babe?" He mimics, sounding slightly repulsed.
"What? It's not fair that you get to call me Sunshine and yet you hate every single nickname I try to come up with for you-"
You're interrupted by the suddenness of Bucky turning around and lifting you up from behind your thighs. Both laughing he takes a few steps forward and sets you down on the counter. Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist bringing him closer into your body. Bucky leans into your face just so that the very tips of your noses barely touch.
“What’s wrong with my name?” He asks softly.
Hooking his index finger under your chin, he coaxes you to tilt your face up just a little more; Lips barely touching.
“I like when you say my name.” His voice deep and low. His lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks.
It feels as though all the air is sucked out of the room. The more than welcomed waves of arousal erupt from your core, simultaneously spreading out through your body like fireworks exploding. Biting down on your own tongue in hopes the sting of pain would suppress the instantaneous neediness you feel; It doesn’t. His hips press into yours just a little more- and all bets are off. Your chest arches into his as your lips touch.
“Mmm…” The small sound emerges from your throat as you breathe into the kiss. There’s a sudden coolness on your right cheek from his hand. But something else catches your attention.
“Bucky…” You say between kisses.
“Yes?” He replies, feeding into the moment.
“You’re going to burn your French toast.”
Lips still locked, his eyes flash open. It takes him a second but he breaks away.
“Fuck-“ Spinning around back to the stove you can’t help but laugh as you bring your legs up against your chest and wrap your arms around them.
“These were about to burn…” He gives you a sarcastic side eye. “How did you know?”
“I think it’s time that you just accepted the fact that I’m a better cook than you.” You reply sarcastically, reaching into the bowl on the kitchen island you're sitting on and take out a red plum.
“First of all, I’m a hard man to break. I’ll never admit that. And secondly-“ Bucky snatches the plum from your hand and takes a bite, smiling. “These are mine.”
“They just looked especially tasty today!” You lean forward and take a quick bite of his plum also and laugh. “Delicious…” You taunt. Bucky’s nose scrunches up as he laughs, showing his perfect white teeth. At ease, relaxed, playful Bucky. My favorite. He plants a soft, wet, plum juice kiss on your lips.
“You better start getting ready for work, Sunshine.”
Looking past Bucky you see the time on the stove.
“Shit!” You jump off the counter and dart in the bedroom, still hearing his laughter behind you.
In record breaking time, you’re hopping out of the bedroom on one foot back into the kitchen trying to get your other flat on. All aboard the hot mess express. Completely unphased, Bucky is sitting at the table top; French toast hot and ready with powdered sugar, whip cream, and freshly cut strawberries. If the whole Avenger thing doesn’t work out for him, he could always go into culinary.
Chef Bucky? Baker Bucky? Butcher Bucky? The options are endless…
Stumbling one last time, you finally make it to the bar stool which is being stabilized by Bucky’s right arm as he takes a sip from his coffee mug with the left. Even he has become accustomed to your clumsiness.
“Wow…” You say in amazement after your first bite. “Did you do something different?”
“No, same recipe as always.”
“Really? You didn’t add extra cinnamon or vanilla…?”
“Nope-“
The conversation is interrupted by a knock at the door. Looking over at the digital clock on the stove, you quickly shove a few more bites of breakfast in before giving Bucky a small kiss on his cheek.
“Love you!” You say, heading for the door.
“Love you too. Oh and y/n?”
“Yeah?” You call, stopping at the apartment door before opening it.
“I have a few missions coming up, routine stuff. When I get back would you want to go further upstate and rent a cabin? Just the two of us?”
“That sounds amazing… we can talk about it later when I’m done with work.” Smiling at the thought you open the door to find Natasha.
“Oh hey Nat! I’m just on my way out but-“
“Hey, is Bucky home?” She’s quick to cut you off, barely making any eye contact as she looks into the apartment passed you.
“Um.. yeah he’s in the-“
“Thanks. We have some… training to do.” She pushes past and walks into the apartment.
You’re left standing there, confused as Nat walks over and starts talking with Bucky in a hushed voice.
Weird.
A little bit later you’re sitting at your desk, breakfast sitting heavily in your stomach. I knew he did something different.
There’s a polite knock on the open door and you look up to see Steve standing in the doorway.
“Morning y/n.”
“Hey Steve! I’m sorry, did I forget we had an appointment today or…?”
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and laughs lightly. “I’m here on my own free will. Mind if I come in?”
“Of course! Come on in and make yourself comfortable!”
Steve walks in and sits on the couch opposite of your desk. He’s so timid and light footed always. The complete contrast to Bucky. They’re the yin to each others yang.
“So…” Steve starts, seeming slightly nervous as his hands rub in circular motions on his jeans.
“So…” You reiterate. What is the reason he’s here?
“How are things?”
“Things are good…” You laugh nervously.
“Ok!” He says more to himself for motivation than to you.
“There are some pretty important missions coming up and I’m going to need Bucky by my side.”
You’re confused. They go on missions pretty frequently so this isn’t out of the unusual.
“Okay…?”
“Well,” he starts, sitting up further to the edge of the couch cushion. “We think Hydra is trying to make a come back, underground.”
Hydra?
“The Soviet Union is the last place I’d want to bring him but… we need him. I need him.”
“Oh.” Was all you could manage to say.
We’ve made so much progress, what if going back to its place of origin sets him back?
“It will be fine,” Steve tries to reassure. “We’ll be back before you know it. And you know I'll always have Buck’s back, no matter what.”
You ever feel like you’re being delivered bad news but it’s done in such a way that feeling upset is...wrong?
"Well..." You start, knowing what you got into when you took this position; knew what a life with Bucky meant. Danger, long periods of not seeing or being able to talk with one another. To the world he was just one person, but to you he was your world. "I guess that explains all of the extra training he's been doing with Nat." You try justifying the some-what dodgy behavior he's shown.
"Extra training?" Now Steve is the one who is confused. He is quiet for a moment as his brain attempts to process what the secrecy is about. "Well, in these situations that could never hurt." He brushes it off. "Anyway, thanks for your time, y/n. We'll be heading out soon."
"Bye, Steve..." It came out so low that you aren't even sure he heard you as he made his way out of your office.
Now you're left even more confused, with more questions and more worried about this particular mission.
The work day seemed to drag. Constantly looking at the clock thinking hours had gone by when in reality only 20 minutes had passed.
How do I go about bringing up the topic of Hydra? Would it be selfish to beg Bucky to stay behind? For yourself? For him? Will this bring him closure? Will this do more harm than good?
The questions are endless and there is no certain answer until he’s already there. Long periods of time with no contact is something you grew up with and accustomed to. But this? It could destroy everything. Bucky, your relationship, your career, even you.
Passing by the common area, you see Bucky with Natasha again.
He’s been spending a lot of time with her recently…
This time they’re accompanied by Nick Fury, Tony, and Steve. Seeing them all together makes you feel insecure all of a sudden, although it never has before. It makes you feel like an outsider, an intruder of some kind. It’s hard to feel anything but ordinary around so many people who are extraordinary.
Bucky came home late tonight, again. He's been doing it more and more. It's hard to try and enjoy what time you actually have together when in the back of your mind you're already building the wall. Emotionally distancing yourself in fear of getting hurt. Something can't hurt you if you don't care, right? Wrong. It actually makes it worse.
Already changed into comfy clothes, you're sitting curled up at the end of the couch, Alpine keeping your lap warm. The release of the additional serotonin from petting her is helping your anxiety from turning into a full blown panic attack.
"Hey, Sunshine!" Bucky calls from the hallway, the front door closing behind him rather loudly.
"Sorry I'm late, I was just tr-"
"Training with Nat. Yeah... I know." You cut him off. The words come out sour, draped in jealousy. It takes him by surprise. He stops in his tracks, a confused look on his face.
"Are you...okay?" Bucky asks, cautiously.
"Yeah...I'm great." You shift your body slightly on the couch which causes Alpine to jump off and scamper over to Bucky. He reaches down, picking her up gently and petting her with his free hand.
"Really? Doesn't sound like it. "
"I don't know, Bucky. I'm just-" You sigh in frustration, get off the couch and fold your arms across your chest- still unintentionally keeping distance. "Worried... I guess."
"About?"
Here we go with the reverse psychology. He gets short with his speech, trying to get you to open up. It's something he's all to familiar with in his experience.
"When were you going to tell me about the Hydra mission?" You ask, exasperated.
“That’s what this is about?” He answers your question with a question. Classic Bucky.
“Well…” When he puts it like that. You leave it open ended, feeling uneasy.
Bucky gently places Alpine down on the floor, taking a few short steps forward.
“You’ve always known what kind of work I was in.” His response is monotone. Why is he being like this?
“Yeah, but Buck this is different-“
“It’s not. Hydra has been the root of everything; War, killing so many innocent people, dipping their dirty hands in and getting involved with the infinity stones which lead to the blip!”
He’s enraged, and who could blame him?
“And me.” Bucky admits, looking down at the floor in shame. “I cannot truly atone myself until they’re gone- All gone and have no chance of coming back.”
“But what if making sure Hydra doesn’t resurface means… losing you?” It’s hard to keep your voice from cracking and even more difficult to focus on him through watery eyes.
“I would do it. Without thinking twice.” Again, he admits. Ouch. Keeping his posture, Bucky looks up through hooded eyes.
“Bucky… no.” Your arms grip around yourself tighter, wishing that you were holding onto him instead.
But it’s hard to move and even breathe, at the realization that he is going on this mission and there is nothing that will prevent that.
“What about… me?” You offer, feeling like a child willing to barter anything you have. It’s a last ditch effort, knowing full well it won’t change his mind but praying it will be enough for him to make it back home.
“Y/n…” Bucky’s voice now remains soft. In two strides he is now standing in front of you, hands placed delicately on your elbows- Closing the distance. “I will do everything within my super soldier serum power to get back here…to you.” He says half serious and half joking to try and lighten the mood. It doesn't work.
Your jaw clenches down as you solely focus on trying not to blink. Such a simplistic, mundane action like blinking your eyes, will be your undoing. Blinking is the only thing standing between you and a breakdown. Both are inevitable.
Making the mistake of looking up slightly, you're met with Bucky’s ice blue eyes- already searching yours. He has mastered the art of conveying his thoughts and feelings through looks, being a man of few words that he is.
What is he showing now? There, in his eyes, is sympathy- an understanding how difficult this is going to be for you. And him.
“It’s going to be okay…” he says gently.
So much for avoiding the whole blinking thing as it turns into a full on, uncontrollable sob. If Bucky hadn't already been there you would have collapsed, due to the feeling of the floor being swept out from beneath you. Here you are in this situation, yet again. Showcasing your heart as though it is breaking into pieces like glass, heavily collecting in your stomach. Piece after piece, layer on top of layer, making it impossible to breathe in fear that it would be too painful.
Not a word is spoken.
It doesn't have to be. Am I overreacting? Maybe. But you can't help feeling as though this mission is unalike from the others. This mission is going to have an impact.
Bucky's shirt is tear stained, sticking to his chest in the more dampened areas. He shifts his weight ever so lightly causing you to press into his body more, as if trying to pull apart two strong magnets. Grabbing a fistful of the fabric, you hang on for dear life. For now, it is just you and a few threads being the only thing between you.
You know when you're excited for something, like a concert or trip, so you start a countdown? Marking off the days with a bold black marker on a calendar as time seems to move at a snails pace to said event? Waiting for Bucky to go on this particular mission was the same. Except time seemed to be flying by at lightspeed and instead of enthusiasm, you felt dread.
Over the next week, kissing became a temporary lock and key. The sleepless nights were filled with intense, intimate sex. Followed by cuddles that kept your bodies so close to one another, that only being able to somehow crawl underneath his skin would suffice. Even then, that might not be enough. Not a moment went by wasted. After all, you can sleep when you're dead.
The darkness of the bedroom gradually started to lighten. Moment by moment, the twilight hue of the room became brighter; Acting as a wire cable slowly being reeled in, each second closer to him leaving and away from you.
“Y/n…” His voice startles you, although he spoke softly into your ear. The Combination of the break in silence and his warm breath meant you were about to hear the words you have feared over the last few days.
“I… have to go.”
You could tell that he waited until the very last millisecond to get out of the bed. Just a small nod of your head against the pillow is your response.
There’s a sudden chill the length of your entire body as he gets up. Something I need to get used to. His usual morning routine is eerily quiet. It feels impossible to try and peel yourself out of the comfortable, sinking imprint in the bed.
If I get up out of this bed, it’s one step closer to him leaving.
If I get up out of this bed, I don’t know if I’d be able to let him walk out the door.
If I get up out of this bed, I’ll try to be a stowaway.
If I get up out of this bed, I might resort to getting on my hands and knees, begging him not to go.
If I get up out of this bed, he won’t choose me over this mission.
If I get up out of this bed… I might lose him.
While the thoughts are irrational, you’re about to be forced to accept the fact that your heart is going to walk out the front door and may not return as the same person. Or if at all. The greatest fear for you both.
For the time spent with your mind racing with trying to find the reason he should stay, Bucky was ready. The weight of him sitting down on the bed is what brings you back to the here and now.
“I’ll make it back, Sunshine. I promise.”
“You can’t make that promise, Bucky.”
There’s no rebuttal, no usual playful banter back and forth. It’s impossible to look at him; To think that this short goodbye could be everything.
Not pushing, he gives a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.
“I love you… so much.”
He pauses waiting for your reply that doesn’t come. His head falls down in slight disappointment, feeling defeated as he goes to stand up. Without even being able to think about it, you throw the sheets off of yourself, jumping into his lap and wrapping all limbs around the trunk of his body. In return, he wraps his arms around you- keeping you as close as possible. Even if only for a moment.
To get through these times, you remember the saying: “It’s not goodbye, it’s seen you soon.” Using this mantra to tell yourself that this won’t be the last time you see Bucky. There is still so much undiscovered territory in the world that is him and yet you can’t shake the awful feeling of something being wrong.
And then it was time for him to go.
Cupping your face gently, he brings your lips to his. Bucky holds the kiss steadily, taking in the last bit of the warmth and softness he’s become accustomed to before he slips away. That’s one thing about him that you can appreciate, he never lets anything drag out for too long. Just like that, he’s gone.
All the weeks worth of worry, anxiety, and fear were front and center; Teasing to make its physical appearance. It takes every ounce of what little energy you barely even have to choke down the acidic bile climbing it’s way up your throat.
A low rumble throughout The Compound is a giveaway that their jet has taken off and on its way to the Soviet Union.
The days turn into weeks. There is limited contact as everyone has gone completely off the grid. An occasional update from FRIDAY is all the information you're given (and it's not much). The living quarters are quiet, spookily quiet. The silence is almost worse than the typical chaos surrounding this place the majority of the time.
And still, there is this uneasy feeling. Deep within the corners of your mind where you keep pushing it further and further down in hopes to ignore it completely... Which only makes it worse. Escalating all your fears to the extent of making you physically ill.
Then, on a random week day, you hear commotion. Arguing voices, multiple footsteps running through the halls.
He's home.
It takes everything in you, and some more, to show some restraint and not to run out of the apartment, rush to the main entrance and jump into Bucky's arms- A scene straight from The Notebook.
Forcing yourself to do an incredibly fast walk instead of a full on sprint, you make your way to the medical bay. It's always the first stop coming home from a mission; To take care of any injuries, even the internal ones that might have gone unnoticed.
It's busy, like bees buzzing around a hive. Bruce is triaging each individual, some with minor cuts and bruises, others with broken bones. And thankfully that's the worst, physically extent. Quickly dodging between people, standing on your tippy toes trying to look over heads, you still haven't found Bucky. Instead you're met with Sam blocking you from going any further down the hallway.
"Y/N..." He starts, his tone calm.
"Hey Sam..." You respond, barely taking notice to him as you continue to frantically look for Bucky behind him. But being pointed in the right direction wouldn't hurt. "Have you seen Bucky?" You ask, hopeful he knows the answer.
His lack of response causes you to become tense, your vision quickly changing from rapid movement among the herd of people to solely focusing on Sam. His face. It’s a look I’ve never seen before. At least, not with him.
"Sam...? Sam! Where's Bucky? Is...he okay?"
“Well technically yeah-“
“What do you mean by ‘technically’?”
Steve appeared next to Sam at some point, which wasn’t even noticed due to your tunnel vision on Sam.
“Hey y/n…” Steve says in a sort of stoic manner, having a hard time but forcing himself to look at you.
“What the fuck is going on?” Your patience is as thin as a strand of hair.
The two men exchange a worried glance between one another after Steve had a small moment to process the profanity.
“What is it?!” In any other situation, a 5’3 woman yelling up to Captain America himself might be funny. But not here. Not in this case.
They're still looking amongst one another searching for words. With an annoyed sigh, you push passed between Steve and Sam like an old western bar door with no sort of hinderance from them.
Looking in each clinical room as you lightly jog down the hallway, it's becoming harder to ignore the distressing looks on each persons face as you progress further. There is only one more place to look; the quarantine room.
Quarantine? Why is he secluded from everyone else?
Narrowing vision takes hold as your pulse starts to race faster the closer you get to the bright white room. It's clearly under intense surveillance but see through what looks like thick, clear glass. You let out a sigh of relief once Bucky comes into view. But he seems...different.
Bruce is also in the room with him, having what seemed a firm, yet concerned conversation that you cannot hear. Bucky is sitting completely upright on the exam table. While he is covered in purple bruises, some of them are already turning a dense yellow as a sign of healing. It seems as though he is barely listening to Dr. Banner, staring at the wall and straight through him. Bucky is wearing an expressionless face as he continues to not talk, his chest barely expanding as he breathes and hardly blinks.
You're taken aback; This is not the Bucky you know. Not the playful, kind and loving man that you have become accustomed to. Your jaw ever so slightly drops open at the sight and pure shock.
Without realizing, Natasha is standing at your side looking into the room as well.
"What happened out there, Natasha?" You ask softly. She takes a deep breath, her eyes not being taken off of Bucky for a millisecond.
"Hydra." She says plainly.
Turning your body to now face the Black Widow herself.
"Care to elaborate on that... I don't know, just a little?"
The sarcastic tone normally causes an overwhelming anxiety to be stored in the back compartment of your mind; Until you've had time to reflect. But when it comes to Bucky? Defense mode is instantly activated.
"They..." She sighs, still not looking away from him.
"They were somehow able to manipulate his mind. He's waiting...for orders."
Your brow furrows with worry and confusion as your eyes bounce between Bucky and Natasha.
"So... you're saying that..."
The words were impossible to form. There is no way. No way after years of working on redemption, and using every method possibly known to man to reverse anything and everything that Hydra instilled in his mind is still...there?
"I'm saying, Barnes is compromised. He has to stay in quarantine until we can be sure he's not a danger to anyone."
"That's it? That's all that you'll tell me?"
"That's all that we really know, y/n."
For the first time, Natasha looks at you with her traditional, unemotional gaze. There are many ways a person can react to such news. But this is hard, too hard, to accept.
Your blood starts boiling within your body. The heat congregates and pools in your cheeks as your hands tense into fists at your side.
"Bullshit!"
Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen from your shout, but she doesn't move.
"Excuse me? What, you think that I am keeping something from you?" She responds, seeming the slightest bit annoyed.
"Yeah, Nat! What the actual fuck?! You two have been spending all this time together and have gotten so close and yet you know nothing about what actually happened?!"
The loudness and cracking of your voice catches the attention of some people in the hallway but they're polite enough to pretend as though they didn't. Behind your eyes starts to sting from the suppressed tears; refusing to once again blink in fear of letting them out.
Blame. Someone has to be held liable for this. And unfortunately, that's Natasha. She was the bearer of bad news and there has been this underlying, embarrassing tinge of jealousy. Although it's completely unwarranted.
"Finished?" She asks, flatly. Nat sighs as she crosses her arms as her shoulder leans against the glass, her attention solely on you.
"Are you that naive?"
Naive? The word itself feels like a slap across the face. You're left standing there, breathless for the first time in the conversation.
"I-..." You try to mumble, but it came out more like a sound than any attempt of a word.
"There's nothing going on between Barnes and I."
That's a relief and yet... kind of not really?
"You really have no idea, do you y/n?"
Nat unfolds her arms and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. She exhales deeply, maintaining composure as she falls back into her relaxed position against the window.
"Don't ask me why he would come to me of all people-"
You're finally getting an explanation and yet your eyes are drawn to Bucky as he sits on the exam table. His lips moving gently as he speaks with Bruce, his body stiff, his face emotionless, and his eyes seemingly....dead.
"The trip?" Natasha asks. "Upstate? Camping?"
She's spelling it out, but for some reason dot A is not connecting to dot B. Reluctantly, you look away from Bucky and back to Nat, almost becoming numb to the situation at hand. Annoyed, she blurts out;
"He was planning on proposing to you..."
Your world feels as though it is crashing down harder, faster. How is that even possible? The life that we planned, dreamed, and fought so hard for, is just gone? It's not fair. Life isn't always fair, but Bucky had his second chance. He completely turned his life around and chose you, loves you. Loved? The thought that his love for you is in the past is almost too much to bare.
Nat seemed to still be talking, but at this point it just sounds muffled; like being outside of a concert venue. Your vision wasn't focused on anything in particular, just out into the abyss of Bucky's new temporary home.
Bruce walking passed the window where you're standing brought you back to the moment. He and Bucky continued conversing as he was getting ready to exit the quarantine room when the two of you make eye contact. You felt stuck, as if your legs had been cemented to the floor.
Holding your breath, you wait to see what his reaction is. Will all his memories come flooding back? Is he that lost? Can he be pulled back from this corruption again?
Bruce opened the exam room door to leave; Bucky had a frantic look on his face although he did not get off the table.
"Banner!" He yelled out, his eyes staying locked on you.
Bucky jumps off of the exam table to be met with quick and strong Hulk hands holding him back as he struggles. Kicking, yelling, punching; it is his once abandoned darkness that is coming out.
There was no hiding the evident panic on your face. It's like a train wreck that you want nothing more than to look away from but can't.
This is too much.
Without realizing, there is a sudden warmness wrapped around your shoulder. Steve is now standing with you, watching along at your side as Bucky becomes undone.
In his swiftness to contain Bucky, Bruce had left the door open. You can hear the agony in his voice, the confusion, the rage. Looking down in defeat, Steve coaxes you to turn around.
"Let's get you upstairs, y/n." He says in a sorrowful tone.
You allow Steve to lead you, unable to form a coherent thought or even begin comprehending the situation. There are no words, no preparation in the world for something like this.
"Bruce!" Bucky yells as he continues to struggle. "Who is she?! Tell me! I know her! I KNOW HER!" His voice echoes down the hall and swarms around in your ears.
You aren't sure how you got home but honestly didn't care. The mind tends to just go through regular motions when something traumatic happens. It's your body's way of protecting itself. But laying in bed, you cannot help but fixate on the 8x10 frame with the picture of Bucky and yourself from your friend Elena's wedding from just a few months ago. Laughing happily and the camera happening to catch the moment. You're safely tucked into Bucky's arms as he smiles, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world. In his world.
The most perfect candid...
The accurate depiction of your relationship...
The simplicity of love.
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CHAPTER FOUR: LEAN ON ME AND REST YOUR WEARY HEAD
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of malnutrition / starvation / underweight, anxiety / panic attack, angst, fear of doctors, fluff at the end.
Word Count: 3187
A/N: FIRST THINGS FIRST: Everyone experiences anxiety and panic attacks differently, I wrote this based on how I experience them and what helps me calm down! Now that that’s been said, I promised fluff and fluff I delivered (sorta) lots more to come in the following chapters!
Here is the song at the end of the chapter for those of you who wanna listen: https://youtu.be/OYnm3BLfTB8
Enjoy! <3
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The trio walked out of the hall and into one of the quiet lounges. Steve explained that they were waiting for Bruce to come and get them when the lab was ready. At the word ‘lab’ Indy flinched, Steve didn’t seem to notice but Bucky did. He reached over and placed a hand on her knee, in a comforting motion, which worked to snap Indy out of her mind for a moment. Steve’s phone rang and Indy watched curiously as he pulled out his phone and looked at it he groaned. “Buck, I’ve gotta take this, can you stay with Indy for me please?” Bucky gave a quick nod and Steve darted away to take the phone call. The pair sat in comfortable silence, both retreating into their minds when a head popped around the door frame. Bruce smiled and walked up to Indy as she stood up from the chair and turned to face the doctor, smiling gently even though her eyes portrayed a completely different set of emotions. “Hello Indigo, I’m Doctor Bruce Banner, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you down to the med bay where I’ll give you a look over and just run a few tests to make sure you’re ok. At the mention of ‘tests’ Indy’s face grew hard and cold. Bucky carefully stood up and walked up to her and put his right arm around her, not wanting to startle her with his left one just yet. “Hey bluesie, it’ll be ok. I’ll come with you, yeah?” Bruce was surprised by his offering. Bucky normally tried to avoid the med bay at all costs, with too many bad memories surrounding the area though, it wasn’t surprising. Indy was still standing stiff as a board but slowly nodded her head as the two men led her out of the room. They wandered down the hall and into the elevator. Indy was holding Bucky's hand, and anxiously looking around. He gave her hand a little squeeze, signaling everything would be ok.
As they exited the elevator and began their walk to the lab, Indy noticed an area filled with instruments. “Hey, Bucky, what's that room?” Bruce and Bucky paused and turned their heads to see what she was looking at. “Oh, that's just the party room.” Bucky shrugged but Bruce noticed a change in her body language as she looked at the room. “Is it triggering something, Indigo?” Indy didn’t reply, she just stood there staring at the room for a moment before shaking her head and turning away to start walking again. Bucky looked like he was going to ask her about whatever flashback she saw but Bruce stopped the question before it started with a sharp look. Bucky sighed, knowing fighting with her to open up and tell him more about what happened would just do more harm than good, even though seeing her like this broke his heart. He missed those beautiful blue-green eyes that always seemed to shine no matter what the light level was. He was head over heels for her all those years ago, but she never showed any interest so he surrounded himself with other women, but none of them wherever his bluesie. Now that she was back, he decided it was up to him to help put that light back in her eyes and try to bring back and piece his bluesie back together as much as he could, even though some of the pieces would certainly be missing, as in all cases of trauma.
They continued their long trek down the hall to the medical wing. Once they arrived, Bruce patted the medical bed’s crisp white sheets as he passed it “Okay Indigo if you could just hop up on that table for me so we can get some vitals.” he called over to her while he was gathering instruments for his examination. She was standing rigidly next to Bucky, face set in a permanent grimace as the sterile smell hit her bringing back the unpleasant memories of the rooms like this in HYDRA. Bucky gave her hand another gentle squeeze and took the initiative of hopping up on the table. Indigo looked at him warily before hopping onto the table next to him, still holding his hand for comfort. Bruce approached Indy with a blood pressure cuff and an O2 sensor. He tried to place the instruments on her but she went rigid and jumped back from him. Her face was hard and cold, looking like she would strike at him any moment. Bucky looked at Bruce and then back to Indy while saying, “Here, he will do it on me before he puts on you ok? If anything hurts me I won’t let him do it to you.” Indy took a shaky breath and nodded her head, making her way back to the bed. Bruce put the instruments on Bucky and explained how they all worked and then it was Indy’s turn, Buck smiled at her and explained that none of them hurt him. After taking basic vitals. Bruce had Indy stand up and took down her height and then motioned for her to step onto the scale. “Ok, this is just so we can check your weight.” Indy had since warmed up quite a bit to Bruce. She gave him a soft smile as she approached him. Bruce gave a small simile in return. She was really quite sweet and gentle, then again, she was Steve's sister, even if she had been taken by HYDRA, their mind games didn’t seem to work as well on her as they did on Bucky. She gingerly placed one foot on the scale and then the other. The numbers started to go up as Bruce watched them but then they suddenly stopped. Bruce furrowed his eyebrows at the number. Indy didn’t notice as she was looking around the strange room. Bucky, on the other hand, noticed. “What's up Bruce?” He slipped off the table and walked over to join Bruce. Indy snapped her head to watch Bucky approach them. She smiled at him and his heart melted. It wasn’t a big and bright smile like she used to give him all of those years ago, it was a soft one, one that you might miss if you were not watching closely enough, one that was subconscious, one that a person gives when they are genuinely happy that you are around even when they are not thinking about it at the moment. “Take a look at this while I text Steve to come down here.” Bucky felt his heart drop to his stomach as he walked up to the scale and saw the number. “This is in kilograms, right?” He tried to hide the panic in his voice as he looked up at Bruce. Bruce's face was set in a tight neutral, making Bucky realize that, no, it was in fact in pounds. She was 50 pounds underweight.
Bruce had since wandered off and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Indy, “Here, you can get off of the scale now, you can go have a seat and we will move on to the next segment of your exam, I’m gonna have to ask you to take your shirt off though, but don’t worry about that now.” Indy stared at the bottle in her hands, “Umm what do I do with this?” She asked as she did as she was told and padded across the room back to the bed. Bruce felt his heartbreak, as she was only half of his age and didn’t know what a water bottle was. “It’s for you, drink it. It will probably make you feel a lot better.” He replied softly. She looked at him surprised and then opened the bottle and began drinking it. By this time, Steve had arrived in the medical wing almost crashing into the door frame. His eyes first went to Indigo who was guzzling down a water bottle. When he saw she was ok, he took a breath and turned to face Bucky and Bruce. Bruce was rubbing his brow while Bucky had hidden tears in his eyes. “Bruce? What is it?” The two men turned to look at their teammate and friend who had now arrived. “Well, come see for yourself.” He handed his clipboard to Steve to take it and began to look over the note on her physical condition. He saw her weight and he felt sick to his stomach, her weight range for her height should be between 140 and 180 but she was only 90 lbs. He looked back up to see Bruce was already pulling different vitamins out of the cupboard and placing them in a small cup. He carefully approached Indigo who had already almost finished the water bottle. “Here take these.” He said as he placed the cup in her hand. She looked at the array of colorful pills warily. Bruce noticed the change in her body language and proceeded to explain what they were. She watched him tentatively as he pointed to each one and explained what it was and what it would do. Satisfied with the explanation, she took the pills and washed them down with the remaining water left in the water bottle.
Steve and Bucky were quietly talking about her weight. “We have to pack some pounds on her, but we’ve gotta be careful.” Bucky sighed as he ran his hands over his face. “I’m sure Bruce will come up with a plan for that, but right now, we have to focus on the rest of her.” Steve replied softly as he placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder. They looked back over to Indigo and Bruce. “Ok Indigo, I need you to take off your shirt for me.” Indigo hesitated as she played with the delicate fabric of her shirt. She looked to Steve and Bucky for assurance. Bucky gave her a soft smile and Steve nodded. She pulled the fabric off over her head. It was clear she was underweight. Her collarbones stuck out abnormally far from her body and several of her ribs could be seen as she breathed. Yet for being so underweight, she was also incredibly muscular. Her body was chiseled and looked like a professional powerlifter but the full outline of bones that would normally be hidden under layers of fat caused her to look sickly. The next thing to catch everyone's eye was the angry red scar across the right side of her ribcage. Bucky and Steve walked closer to get a closer look as Bruce began writing notes furiously. Buck let out a bit of a growl as his eyes raked over the patch of skin. He snapped his eyes from the split skull-shaped scar to Steve, “They fucking branded her Steve. That’s her call symbol.” Steve felt like he was going to be sick and took a step back taking a shaky breath to keep from falling out on the floor. Indy watched the spectacle curiously, “Are you ok Steve?” She asked softly as she reached out with her left arm revealing a bunch of thick characters across the outside of her bicep stopping at the start of her shoulder. Steve grabbed her hand softly and turned her arm gently to get a clear view of the characters. Indy looked down at her arm and her eyebrows furrowed and she quickly darted her gaze away from the marks. This did not go unnoticed by Steve and Bucky.
“It’s Russian, the characters. It’s my ID number.” She muttered softly. “Bucky, can you read it out and then translate it for me?” Bruce asked as he moved around the table to grab a different sheet of paper. Bucky released a breath as got closer to Indigo to get a look at the characters. “ВтC18ЧАСДпЧАС.” He read out carefully as Bruce wrote it down. “Translation?” Bucky sighed and looked at Indigo. He remembered hearing this code during his time at HYDRA, not only could he translate the characters into English, but he knew exactly what it meant. “WS18HYPH. Winter Soldier program, 18th subject, HYDRA, Phantom.”
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The rest of the examination went without too much fuss or error. By the end of everything, it was clear to the three men that Indigo was exhausted. “Hey, little blue, when was the last time you got some sleep?” Steve asked gently as he placed his large hand on her back. She furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to remember. For Steve, her reaction was enough but she still answered. “I think maybe a day and a half ago?” My mind is still a little foggy and time doesn't seem to pass the same in HYDRA.” Steve looked over to Bucky. “Here Bucky, show Indigo her room, I’m going to go talk with the others.” Bucky nodded and held his hand out to Indy. She took his hand and finally noticed the gloves he was wearing. “James?” She asked softly as they walked. “Why are you wearing gloves?” Bucky tensed and stopped, looking at Indigo’s curious expression. He sighed, “I’ll tell you another time, right now, you need to get some rest. C’mon.” He gently tugged her hand and led her back towards the elevator.
Indigo began to feel the exhaustion setting in. She shuffled closer to Bucky and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m tired, Buck.” She whispered. He rested his head on top of her and sighed, “I know doll, I know.” The doors opened and he led her down the hall and opened a door in the middle of the hall. “This will be your room. Steve and I will be in the rooms on either side of you, ok doll?” Indy let go of Bucky's hand and wandered into the room. She looked around at all of the things. To anyone else, it would be a plainly decorated room that resembled something you may find at a hotel. A queen bed, large windows that opened up to a balcony, bathroom, desk, television, and a few armchairs around a small coffee table with some books on it. Indy walked over to the bed and placed her hand on the soft gray comforter. “This is all for me?” She asked wide-eyed. Bucky smiled sadly. She should have had more than this. She deserved to have a warm comforting home with someone to hold and love her as she grew old and happy, but fate has a funny way of twisting things around. “All for you, doll. I’ll leave you to get some rest, I’ll be in just the next room if you need me.” She nodded and slowly sat on top of the bed.
As Bucky began to leave Indigo felt her chest tighten. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She tried to breathe but it felt like she was choking. She jumped up off the bed, yet she moved too fast and hit the ground with a loud crash. Bucky rushed in and saw her. He recognized the sweat forming on her brow and the irregular breathing, as he had been there many times before. “Hey sh, it's ok bluesie.” He spoke softly as he sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. She was shaking like a leaf in a bad summer storm now. She clung to Bucky as if her life depended on it. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “It’ll be ok, I’m here bluesy.” He whispered. He gently scooped her up in his arms and moved so that she and himself were positioned in the middle of the bed. Indigo’s breathing was starting to even out but her body was still shaking. Bucky racked his brain for something that could calm her down and get her to sleep. He then remembered a night a long time ago, she had a nightmare and Steve rushed over to her and held her. He softly sang to her that night and she was able to relax and go back to sleep. He then remembered a lullaby he heard Wanda sing when she was trying to comfort a small child they had rescued during one of their HYDRA missions. He took a deep breath and figured it would be worth a shot.
“Goodnight, goodnight. It's time now to sleep'' He felt Indy freeze and suck in a sharp breath. He took his chances and continued to sing, “The moon's watching over you and your dreams.” Indy relaxed into Bucky's embrace. Bucky found himself relaxing as well. He glanced at the window and noticed that the sun had long since set and he continued the gentle melody. “Goodnight, goodnight my sweet darling dove.” He continued to run his fingers through her hair and noticed she had stopped shaking. “Tomorrow your eyes, they will light up the sun.” He gently rested his head on top of Indy's and gently rocked them side to side as he continued the lullaby. “But goodnight, goodnight. Sweet dreams for now.” He noticed her breathing was slowly starting to even out, he smiled softly and placed a kiss on her head before continuing. “Drift off to sleep on your pillow of clouds.” He felt the grip she held on his shirt start to loosen and noticed the footsteps at the end of the hall. He looked down at Indigo as her head began to slide off of his shoulder and onto his chest. He decided he didn’t care who saw him like this, all that mattered at the moment was making sure Indigo felt safe. “Goodnight, goodnight my sweet darling dove.” The footsteps reached the halfway mark towards the room and Indigo seemed to be dozing in the arms of the super-soldier. “Tomorrow's adventures, they will soon begin.” He heard the footsteps stop in the opening of the room but he didn’t look up, Indigo was clearly sleeping now so he gently finished the song as he stopped rocking. “Tomorrow's adventures will soon begin.”
Once certain she was indeed sleeping, Bucky looked to see who was standing in the doorway. He looked to see Steve leaning against the doorframe softly smiling at his sister who was now sleeping soundly. “She was having a panic attack,” Bucky spoke softly as he looked back to the woman curled up on him. Steve sighed, “You still love her after all these years huh.” Bucky froze and then looked back at Steve. Bucky didn’t say anything which caused Steve to chuckle lightly, “I figured so, just take good care of her, you know better than all of us what she went through.” Bucky nodded as he spoke, “I will. I don’t have the heart to leave her tonight. I'll stay here and make sure she does indeed sleep.” Steve nodded and backed out of the room softly closing the door. Bucky felt his eyelids grow heavy. He placed a final kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep himself.
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