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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Chapter 1 🐦‍🔥 / Masterlist / Ch. 2

WS!Bucky x Bird-Mutant! reader

Synopsis: During a mission in which the Winter Soldier had to eliminate a traitor and recover some stolen files, he meets a mysterious woman. He knows her and she knows him, but neither one knows exactly how. Now she's dragged back into the Hell that they are both forced to call home.

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Author's note: Hiii this is my first time writing here, or at all 😅 I have an OC similar to reader and decided to write out my raging simp for this man like this. Reader has avian/bird like powers, resembles an owl. I tried to make it inclusive to all. Hopefully it won't be cringe and someone will enjoy it ❤️ I accept criticism, in fact, please write down any suggestions you have (if you have)! I wrote this at like 3 am so yeah. Also this will be more platonic and not really romantic as I don't think it would be appropriate for them. I made the dividers in the app Cool texts and symbols.

Pre-CA:TWS and TFATWS timelines

Have fun reading!

Triggers: gore and body horror but it's not detailed.

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HYDRA found a variable in their system. An agent had tried to betray the organization, he thought he could play hero and reveal HYDRA to the world. He also stole a very important file that the organization definitely wanted back. Of course, HYDRA's tendrils coil all around the world, suffocating it in it's painful embrace. They wasted no time in unfreezing their Asset, the Winter Soldier to eliminate this threat.

The agent was hiding out in a deep forest, hidden in the mountains in the United States. He was quite careful, managing to have stayed hidden for almost 5 years. However he was found. They're all found eventually.

The armored truck was parked about a hundred meters away from his hideout, and the Asset was sent into action.

"Kill him. Recover anything useful, leave no trace or witnesses. Be careful, something is very wrong with this forest..."

The Handler's voice was shushed. The Asset wordlessly nodded and exited the truck. The bright light of the Moon filtered through the branches and leaves, creating a tapestry of pale blue and dark green on the grass. The Asset moved silently towards his target, while his Handler was waiting for him in the truck. He'd been given an hour to complete the mission, it would be perfectly enough given his expertise. That wasn't the only reason. He and his Handler both knew that they weren't alone. Somehow, that primal feeling of being watched just wouldn't go away, no matter what. The Handler knew that this was was stress was originally made for. It was a different kind of thrill, the hairs on his arms stood up in a different way. Being held at gunpoint was just as anxiety inducing, but this was something inhuman. Like the forest itself was watching them. The Asset felt it too, though he dared not to make a single sign of fear or hesitation. He needed to get this over with as quickly as possible. He kept scanning his surroundings, the feeling of being watched just not going away. He swore he saw a pair of eyes in the treetop, and a swish of shadow in the trees from time to time, but he tried to not pay too much attention to it. He soon reached the house. The target was fast asleep with an open window, curtains revealing his unconscious form in the bed. He pulled his weapon from it's holster on his tactical suit, loaded it, and aimed. The unmistakable stench of blood and decay hit his nose, this was odd. He broke the window and climbed in through it. He froze for a moment when he saw the man's body. Because of the darkness, he couldn't see it from the outside, but the man's body was mangled and decaying. His arms and legs were missing, and there was a gaping hole in his chest. His throat was messily slit, and the room reeked of blood and death. There was a huge mess on his bed and there were clear signs of struggle. Whoever killed him definitely used the front door, as the window was unharmed until now. He must've been dead for a good week. He tried to ignore the smell burning his throat and went straight to his desk, rummaging through the stolen files and his computer. He made sure to destroy any evidence that could lead anyone to HYDRA. As he browsed through the files, one caught his eye.

PROJECT PHOENIX, 1934.

What made this file stand out from the others was it's cover. It was a carefully bound dark blue book with the symbol on it's front page resembling an owl and it's wings. The letters have been delicately engraved into it's surface. It reminded him of his dreaded Red Book, however this one was almost made with...love? A note fell out of it as he lifted it up. It had the following text.

Now out of all the disgusting things HYDRA has done, this one is definitely one of the worst. It's almost as bad as the Winter Soldier. The government will go crazy over this one.

He didn't pay the note much mind. Anyone would find anything related to HYDRA gross. As he opened the book, a woman's face appeared on the first page, possibly in a cryo pod. She had large scars on her cheeks, like her face has been cut up into a horrifying grin. There were names and dates listed next to her picture, none holding any significance to the Asset. He closed the book, gathered the remaining files and left, happily exiting the room. He made sure no trace of him was left. As he walked back towards the truck, the feeling of being watched suddenly disappeared. It was odd. He hurried his silent steps, as a feeling of discomfort washed over him. Something was wrong. Whatever that was that had been watching them since they entered this forest couldn't have just disappeared. It was definitely there, and it could strike at any moment. Maybe it was what killed the man.

As soon as he spotted the truck, that feeling came back. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw a shadow moving around the car. He readied his weapon and slowly moved closer. His enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of rustling feathers, short puffs of air that just didn't sound human, and the unmistakable sound of chewing. This thing was unsettling, even to the usually stoic and uncaring Asset. He put his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot and not caring if anyone heard it. This forest was as empty as it could get, not a single soul resided here except for the animals who inhabited the land. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet bounced right off whatever this creature was. The sounds stopped and the air stilled. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. The creature stilled, and stared straight into the Asset's cold eyes. The moonlight illuminated it's form enough to make it's silhouette out. It looked relatively human, which further confused the Asset. He held it's gaze, unwavering, as he spoke.

"Show yourself!"

The order hung in the air, the creature still not moving. A gentle breeze swept through the greenery, making the leaves rustle and sway. The pale blue light of the moon moved with the leaves, occasionally revealing something from the creature in front of him. It stood eerily still, not breaking eye contact. From the light the Asset could make out the form of a person, probably female, covered in thick layers of feathers. She had two feather tufts above her eyebrows, resembling horns. She had two large wings, half-open and ready to flee if necessary. The lower half of her face was covered in blood, and so were her hands. Her forearms were darker, however he couldn't make it out entirely. Her eyes, large and almost pitch-black almost made her look like a barn owl, just darker. She slowly stepped closer, not making a sound, revealing more of herself. Her shoulders were squared up, hands held up in a fighting stance, claws out. She almost didn't seem to breathe, however her agitation was clear. She protectively shielded the car with her body. A tiny flicker of recognition showed in her eyes, but it went away as quickly as it came. The Asset too had recognized her, too, he just couldn't place her. He has definitely seen her before. Could she be the woman from the book? No, that one didn't look one bit like the feral creature standing in front of him. That one didn't have feathers on her face, or black eyes. This owl-like creature also didn't have scars on her face, or even if she did, the feathers hid it well. For a while they just stared at each other. Everything in the Asset was screaming at him to shoot, to neutralize the threat and make a report to HYDRA, but he put these urges aside. Curiosity was stronger right now. Then it clicked. This woman probably watched them from the moment they entered the forest. She was probably waiting for one of them to be alone. She was hunting. She watched him go into the house, then went back to the truck to kill his Handler. He spoke again, still not lowering his gun.

"Did you kill that man back there?"

The woman silently stared for a long moment. Without answering, she stepped closer again, she let out a low, growling sound, baring her sharp teeth with the sole message to: back off!

"Stay where you are!"

Shouted the Asset. To this, the woman flinched and let out an animalistic shriek. It was obvious that she wanted to avoid fighting, if it was possible. Now only a few meters separated them and he could get a better look at her. Her feathers weren't suited for life in the forest. More for blending in with the night sky and gray buildings. Even in the shadows, she stood out like a sore thumb among the greens and browns. She wore no clothes, but the thick feathers covered up her body entirely. Her toes were long, ending in large talons and she only seemed to have four. Silence seemed to stretch on endlessly, when she suddenly froze up and jerked her head towards the truck. More engines could be heard. She stole a glance at the Asset, a hint of betrayal shining in her eyes as she quickly jerked her wings open and flew off in a hurry. He just stared after her, the urgent wingflaps inaudible in the night.

The rumble of the engines grew closer and closer, until 3 more armored cars pulled up in front of the Asset. Armored agents swarmed out of them, inspecting the dead Handler and barking orders and questions at the Asset, who truthfully answered them. He handed the files over to a man who he only knew as a high ranking officer.

"Find her! And you, good job. Get in the truck. We found what we were looking for."

The Asset obediently walked to one of the trucks and sat in the back. His mind kept wandering back to the creature he'd just witnessed, wondering why she was so familiar.

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A few days later both the Asset and the Owl were back in Siberia. The chase was a days long and tedious procedure, but eventually they managed to lure her into a trap and sedate her. She got enough sedative to knock out several elephants, and even then it took 3 hours to kick in. The Asset was watching her from his own cell, through the reinforced electric bars designed for those like him. The woman still hadn't woken, she laid limp in the cell, her feathers ruffled and messy. He observed her, what else was there to do? In this cell, silence and anxiety were his only companions, along with the feeling of the shapeless hospital gown-like clothing's rough material rubbing against his skin. The lights were still dim, but they were a lot better now than they were in that forest. She still laid just as she was tossed into that cell a day ago. Limp on her side, he could only see her back and legs. Her wings laid in awkward positions in the cramped cell, and just like in that forest, she seemed not to breathe. Her feathers were dull in color and were sticking out in all directions. Now he could see that she also had a feathered tail, growing out of her tailbone. Her hair was messy and choppily cut as it stuck to her feathers and skin from the sweat.

Long hours passed for both of them in silence. The woman didn't stir, and the Asset's gaze didn't waver.

Maybe a day later, the Asset only knew as he was handed his bland mush insult of a meal, she finally stirred. Her wings twitched, and she attempted to get up. She grunted in pain as her limbs were in awkward angles. She definitely had a dislocated elbow and shoulder, and something was wrong with her wings too. She sat up slowly, agonizingly slowly. The arm on which she was laying was crooked and looked extremely painful. Without breaking a sweat, she reached over with her good arm and gave it a tug. A sickening crack echoed in the containment area as she aligned her limb back in place. Her wings were also in bad shape, broken in at least 3 places each. She attempted to move them, but the limbs just wouldn't comply. Slowly they began to shrink and retreat into her back with sickening sounds, almost like watching a flower grow in reverse. Two larger tufts remained on her back, below her scapulas, holding the memory of the injured extra limbs. The Asset watched with baited breath. He couldn't lie, it was quite disturbing to watch her just causally reabsorp to injured limbs as if they were never there to begin with, straight up body horror. The woman's feather-horns twitched as she addressed the presence a few meters away from her, not daring to turn around and look. Her wide eyes were fixed on a point on the ground in front of her. She looked like she wasn't breathing, but right now she really wasn't. She couldn't exactly place the cell in her memories, but she knew she was here before in one form or another. And the last time she was here, it wasn't a pleasant experience. Faint memories of needles and white coats flickered in her mind, making her further retreat into herself. The door to the containment area, where their and five other cells were, opened. It wasn't bust open like it was an hour earlier when the Asset was brought sustainance, it was quiet and calculated. She was broken out of her trance by this small sound, she quickly turned around and scrambled to the other end of the cell. The Asset just blankly stared at the wall of her cell, knowing what is ahead. Armed guards coming to rip him away from the only space where he could be alone, but not truly, only to be dragged by the hair into a lab, into the chair, have his brain fried beyond recognition, hear those words and have what little of him remaining washed away entirely. The door opening meant two things: mission or food. Neither was a welcome experience, however the latter was a necessary evil, to survive the hell of the HYDRA monster's belly.

A woman stepped through the door. She had an unsettlingly kind expression on her face, her smile not quite reaching her blank and unfeeling eyes. The long white lab coat made her look like another one of the ghosts HYDRA has swallowed whole, now roaming it's body like specters. The clipboard in her hands was messy with papers clipped to it, standing out from the rest of her carefully put together appearance. Her glasses were low on her nose, and her hair fell around her face, framing it like a halo. An angel of death. She looked over the two, then she spoke.

"Good evening, soldiers. Now, the Asset must believe it is time for a mission, yes?"

She turned to the Winter Soldier, him tensing under her gaze pulling him apart piece by piece. He knew better than to show any sign of weaknes. He abruptly rose to his feet, stepping closer to the bars, acknowledging the woman. Ready to comply, as much as he didn't want to. But he had to.

"Rest soldier. You are to be rewarded for your efforts and good decisions. Against my wishes, neither you or your handler were informed of our little bird here"

She vaguely gestured towards the frightened woman. The Asset tensed up at the word "reward". That usually didn't mean that. It was used to mask something else.

"We weren't aware that she had already moved to the forest where our rogue agent was hiding. But you made the right decision by not shooting her dead right where she stood. It's not like she would have died from it, she, right here - is special. But you saved her a lot of energy. Thank you, in her name too."

She knew this woman, whoever she was before she got out. She just knew that she loathed her with every cell in her body. However, her fear rendered her motionless, hoping the walls would protect her from this woman's burning gaze.

"You might remember each other, you might not, and it's fine. We're here to fix things. And your rewards, Asset" he tensed at that, almost like bracing for impact" is that you're not going back in the ice until we've fixed our mistakes! And you also get a friend in the process, isn't that great?"

The woman's sweet tone dripped of venom and malice.

"Now, let's see how much you have forgotten" she turned to the woman to addredd her. To this her eyes just went wider and she bared her teeth. Hissed like a cat and puffed out her feathers to seem more threatening. To this, the woman in the lab coat just made an "aww" sound and spoke again, after the brief interruption.

"Don't worry. It doesn't matter if you've forgotten how to fight. We'll teach you again. Make you whole again. You won't have to hide like a chased animal anymore. You're home, Sweetheart."

The woman spoke oddly fondly to the bird-like creature. The Asset failed to process her sweet tone, or to understand what was going on. He made a few things out of the conversation, that they're probably going to have to fight. The thought alone sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't want to fight. And if what the woman said was true about her being "special", then it's very likely he would't be able to just take her down. It scared him, what if he failed and got punished for it?

His shoulders squared up as he intensely stared down at the other soldier. It didn't matter who they were before they forgot. Forgetting became a part of his life, as sad as it is. Right now, she's an enemy, a rival, and he will win.

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Whewww first chapter done. More to come! English isn't my first language and I'm quite new to writing so sorry about that. Let me know your thoughts below. :D

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Superman (2025) // The Batman (2022)

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Until Next Time

BUCKY BARNES

Plot: After living under the control of hydra, you escaped and found yourself working with the Avengers. However, when a ghost from your past comes to haunt you, how will you be able to work together?

Warnings: I wrote this when I was 12 and it was very cringe so I did edit this quite a lot. Smut, Swearing, injury, bloody poison, verbal abuse, age gap, f!ngering, h!ckies, bl0wj0b.

Tropes: x fem reader, angst, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, join the avengers

A/N: After this, my oneshots will be longer and contain more smut I promise lol.

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It's been a year since I joined the Avengers. Tony Stark had hunted me down and promised me a stable job and company along with it as I had escaped hydra only a few years prior.

My time at hydra is a blur but there are faint memories that form in my nightmares. I was taken, trained and tortured into a highly skilled assassin, who went by the name of 'Red Wolf'. I was the shadow of the monster who came before me: 'The Winter Soldier'. I followed his steps and cleaned up his messes. Typical.

After fleeing that life, I developed a good life in Stark Tower and am starting to feel less lonely with each passing day. Natasha has been a great help with my past trauma, sharing her memories of the red room in an attempt to relate to me and Bruce has become a close friend as he is constantly having to patch up my wounds.

My only problem with this new arrangement is that an element of my past seems to have followed me here. Bucky Barnes. AKA The Winter Soldier. So far, we have avoided each other and anytime we are in forced proximity, I can feel his rage from across the room. Natasha told me that he has not adapted to life here as well as I have and by me being here, I am a constant reminder of his past. But what am I supposed to do?

Today, we have been called into a meeting with Mr Stark to discuss our next assignment but as he rambled on, me and Natasha were laughing over Tony's newly shaved beard. As we smirk at each other, the sound of Bucky's husky voice echoes throughout the room,

"What's so funny L/n"

I rolled my eyes but Inside, my heart was pounding. I knew what he was capable of after all.

"Nothing that concerns you Barnes" I say crossing my arms in an attempt to steady myself.

"Well clearly whatever it is is more important than what Tony has to say" He stated. His attitude starting to piss me off.

I banged my fists on the glass table, "Barnes, I already told you-"

"HEY!" Mr Stark's irritated tone stopped me in my tracks. I leant back In my chair and ignored Bucky's furious expression as I faced Mr Stark and gestured for him to continue.

"As I was saying, Mr Barnes and Ms L/n will be going to complete the following assignment in Portugal and Ms Romanoff and Mr Popsicle will do the same in Paris. I want no arguments, this needs to be done quickly and efficiently. Both planes leave tomorrow morning at 12:00, Happy will meet you there to give you your information packs and weapons. Thank you everyone, you are dismissed."

What. The. Fuck.

There is a sudden crash sound followed by the glass table cracking as I look up to see a metal fist has pounded through it in anger. My eyes widen in shock as I watch my mission partner storm out of the room in a huff.

"AHH, I love my job" Mr Stark says, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

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God I hate him. I spent most of last night thinking about what a disaster this mission was going to be. I mean I have always felt guilty for being a trigger for his trauma but it went both ways and if he had anyone to blame It was hydra. Not me.

This morning, I could feel my eyes in the back of my head. I felt like shit. I lent over to check the time on my alarm clock. SHIT. 11:30, I am going to be so late. Rushing out of bed, I threw my hair in a bun, grabbed my bags and ran out the door. The plane was on the roof of the building so I rushed to the elevator as fast as I could.

As the doors opened I ran out to see the plane and Happy still there. Handing me the paperwork, Happy leans down to grab my bags and gives me a disapproving look at my chosen outfit. "Say anything, I dare you" I tease. He just shrugs and gives me a little chuckle as I walk up the ramp and onto the plane. The plan is quite wide inside so the seats are lined up on the outside facing inwards, like am army ship, and on the left hand side is Bucky, looking serious as ever. So, in an attempt to avoid him, I sit as far in the corner as possible.

"Cant even take this seriously can you" He grumbles.

I ignore his comment. I have no energy for his attitude.

The jet door closes and I strap myself in, leaning my head against the seat. Fuck. I forgot just how much I hate flying. Just breathe y/n, just breathe. As the jet engine starts to hum and the ship shakes side to side as it moves, my nails jab into the arm rests of my seat. I'm starting to panic.

The jet takes off the ground sooner than I thought and I start to feel very sick as my stomach starts to feel wobbly and I lose control of my breathing. My grasp on the arm rest starts to tighten and my nails start to impale the leather covering. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to surprise my panic. I cannot break down in front of Bucky Barnes. I just can't.

"Are you okay L/n?" I hear Bucky's deep voice ask. As if he actually cares.

Ignoring him I put on my headphones and listen to my favourite playlist to block out all noise.

Over the music, I can still hear Bucky's gravelly voice commanding my attention. "L/n, for god sake answer me!".

Again, I ignore him and start to count down from 10, focusing on my breathing. I focus on the numbers and the pattern of my breaths. 1,2,3 in 4,5,6 out 7,8,9,10 in and repeat. Eventually, I get back control of my breathing and let go slightly of the arm rest. I'm still shaking but I feel calmer.

As the seatbelt sign comes off, I decide to spread out across the seats and lay down under my crimson blanket and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.

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The cab to the hotel jolts to a stop, making me jump awake. I soon realise that I had been leaning on Bucky's shoulder, who was also fast asleep. Thank God. Exhausted from the journey, I get out of the cab and slam the door, waking him up, and I make my way to the hotel reception.

The lady greets me and asks to take my bags but I refuse and ask for the room key for the name 'Wolf'. As she hands over the key, a cheeky idea makes me grin.

"Would you mind telling the tall man with long brown hair to go to the room 416, there is someone else waiting for him there. Thank you" She nodded and I walked away grinning, and started walking up the stairs to the room 203.

I walk in the room, dropping my bags in exhaustion and let out a well needed sigh. The room is beautiful, not to big or fancy as we won't be here long but we have a great bathroom, two closets, a mini fridge, a large glass window and... oh no.

There is only one bed. A queen sized bed. No. Bucky is sleeping on the floor. Fuck him. I put my pyjamas on the bed, marking my territory and then start to unpack my bag. I also order some food for when Bucky gets back from his long adventure. Haha. Once I have sorted out my things, I turn on the shower and wait for it to warm up, while I strip my clothes and grab a towel. I need this. I'm exhausted and stiff.

As I start to wash my body and let the water drip down my body, I can't help but think of earlier that day. When the plane landed, Bucky was already giving me daggers as we gathered our things. I remember telling him to 'cheer up' before he stormed over to my side of the plane. His cold metal arm had pinned me against the wall by my shoulder, slamming my back against the ribbed wall of the Plane. Ow. He had warned me to never ignore him again. Fuck him.

I mean he makes me so angry. He is always arguing with me or making me feel inferior and he thinks that his metal arm gives him the power to do whatever he wants. That damn metal arm, that would look so good around my ne- WOAH. Thats new. I can't lie, he is an attractive man. I mean I'm not blind and that goddamn hair. My hands start to trace the outline of my body as my mind drifts onto the thought of Bucky's broad shoulders as my fingers reach my core, teasing the soft skin between my legs. The friction feels so good as my mind drifts to the thought of being picked up and fucked by The Winter Soldier. My middle finger starts to circle my clit slowly, making me gasp softly. I grip the wall as I start to add a finger into my pussy and thrust it in and out as I moan quietly.

"Y/N!" The sudden sound of the hotel room door slamming shut makes me jump. I roll my eyes as I stop touching myself and sigh as I turn the shower off. I can't catch a break.

Squeezing the water from my hair and wrapping myself up in a warm towel. I walk out of the bathroom to be greeted with a very unimpressed Bucky, who is currently standing at the door with his arms crossed. Damn.

"You think that was funny?" He asks, stalking forward, causing me to stumble back.

"M-maybe just a little i-"

"Do i need to make myself more clear?" He towers over me and grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling it down harshly. The action leaves my neck exposed and forces my mouth to open from the pain. As he looks down at me like his next victim, the door bell rings.

"I ordered food" I whispered. He grumbles, "Food can wait" making me whine. I'm fucking hungry but my reaction only makes him tug harder on my hair, shutting me up as I reach to the hand in my hair. Hoping for him to release it. He does not. He pulls tighter again, causing me to move my hand down to my towel again, holding it tighter on to my body.

"Leave it outside." He yells, his rough voice causing my heartbeat to grow heavier. I know I'm a fucking assassin but this man was years ahead of me in training and he still reminds me of my life during that time.

"It's polite to say please" I mutter, barely audible. I can't help myself. He closes the gap between us and causes my head to bang against the wall. Fuck. Ow.

"Don't test me right now y/n" He growls. Fucking growls.

He releases me from his grasp and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. He goes into the bathroom and comes out looking slightly more flushed than before.

"Can you move your clothes" He says. Shit he's seen my thong. For fuck sake.

I go in and grab my clothes, while he looks around the room, noticing the bed situation. He hums and turns to me as he leans on the wall with his arms crossed. I pass him, without making eye contact.

"I want the left side." He says. My face tenses.

"No, one of us will be sleeping on the floor." I say in a hushed tone.

"Y/n, either we share or I have it to myself. Your choice." He says, with the shadow of a grin marking his face before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

As I hear the shower start, I sit on the edge of my bed and fall backwards in anger. "AUGH".

I guess we're sharing.

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It has just turned 10:00pm, the view from the window is mesmerising as the city lights up in the darkness. We had ordered more food as Bucky thought what I had gotten wouldn't be enough. So we are now sat on the bed, and I am scoffing my food as I am ravenous.

"Stop that" he commanded, staring at me in disgust.

"Fuck off. Let me eat" I warn. Slightly regretting my tone, it is more aggressive than I intended. He huffs in response and slams his tray on the desk next to the bed.

"Do you need more training? You are behaving like an idiot" He says standing up and crossing his arms.

"What are you going to do about It?" My mouth seems to be working without my brain. Why was I testing him this much, he obviously has the upper hand. After all, he is a super soldier, I am not.

"Are you challenging me?" I can see his lips twitch upwards. Is he grinning? Fuck that's dangerous.

"What if I am" I ask, part of me is wondering how bad he could be to me. Surely there are professional rules about this behaviour?

He starts to stalk towards me, grabbing my tray and putting it on the desk on my side of the bed. As he turns back to me, his eyes stay locked on mine with a commanding expression. He then pushes me back slowly on to the bed and crawls on top of me, looking like a predator about to kill its prey. His arms are trapping me under him and my breath hitches, which causes him to smirk.

"Do as I say" he orders. My heart is pounding in my chest as he leans down to bite my lip, hard enough to drop blood, which makes me flinch under him.

"What are yo-" He bit harder.

"Shut up" I stay quiet as his cold metal hand lifts my shirt and traces the side of my body, leading down to my hips and squeezing. The cold touch makes my back began to arch in attempt to escape his touch but he grabs my neck with his other hand and begins to squeeze.

"Be still" I stopped moving. He began to kiss my jaw and down to the exposed parts of my neck and nibbles at the soft skin as I moaned from the pain. His kisses were clean and planned, he clearly knew what reaction he wanted from me. Squeezing my neck tighter, I begin to gasp and writhe underneath him but he uses his cold hand to pin me down.

He then stops kissing my neck and pulls down my shorts slightly, his metal hand starts to rub my clothed pussy. Moving his fingers painfully slow. My moans are quiet but desperate and I can see him grin as he feels how wet I am.

"Do you need me here doll?" I nod, biting my bruised lip as I buck my hips against his touch, yearning for more friction. He moves towards my exposed breast and bites my nipple softly, causing me to gasp slightly.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been such a bitch today, then" He says, deadpan. He backs away from my body and I wine as I lose the pressure against my pussy. I pull up my shorts and get under the covers, turning to face the wall and trying to hide my embarrassment. Why did I let him touch me like that? What is going on?

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My eyes flutter open and I groan as my alarm starts to ring. I slam the snooze button and roll over to be greeted with a shirtless Bucky still asleep. My eyes start to trace the curve of his abs and the outline of his arm muscles. I have to stop myself from caressing them with my fingers by jumping out of the bed and grabbing some clothes to change into. I need to distract myself.

Whilst I brush my teeth, my mind keeps drifting to the thought of last night. His plush lips on my neck and his metal hand rubbing my- NO. I can't think about it.

As soon as we are ready, we both head out of the hotel. Our mission is to go to the given location and collect a heavily guarded package. Mr Stark hid them around the world a few years ago to hide from any scientific copy cats as they contained some tools and materials that would be used to make some next level avengers suits.

Before we left this morning, Bucky had found the coordinates and run them in his tracker. The package is located in an abandoned underground subway and is heavily guarded. It didn't take us long to find it and we are now walking next to the train track while I lead the way with my torch. It is pitch black and all I can hear is Bucky's tracker beeping endlessly.

The beeping starts to get louder the closer we get and we disarm the first few booby traps. Turning off the lasers. Seriously Tony, Lasers? We also get past the alarm system and test each tile before stepping on them. As we get to the end of the train track, the beeping stops and Bucky points to a door to our left.

As I open the door, Bucky yells at me to 'Stop!' but it is too late and I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my thigh. Looking down, I see a short arrow has been shot from the wall into my thigh making me collapse to the floor. I start to feel drowsy, as if I have been drugged and I pass out. Before I drift off completely, I can feel strong arms lifting me off of the ground, bridle style, and walking at a quick pace.

I keep drifting in and out of consciousness on the way back to the hotel. When I wake up, I am back in the room and laying on the bed with a wet towel on my forehead.

I look to the window and see Bucky stood restlessly with his arms by his side and he looks almost concerned. Looking at my thigh, the arrow is gone and my leg is bandaged up. The wound was small and I don't feel drowsy anymore.

"How do you feel" He asks, his tone softer than usual.

"I'm fine, I think i-"

"Y/n, I'm so sorry-"

"No Bucky Stop" I order.

"I have been awful to you" he confesses. I've never seen him show this type of weekness before. I just sit in silence, waiting for him to do something, say something.

"I am selfish. I know you have history with hydra too. But that's the issue, you remind me of that other part of me. The past, I can't even-" I kiss him. I hate how much pain his words words are causing him so I kiss him. His lips feel softer and he kisses me back slowly. It feels different this time, less angry. It feels passionate, his mouth moves perfectly against mine, my head starts to feel dizzy again but not because of my injury. This kiss is hot. I reach to brush my hands through his hair but he grabs them and stops kissing me.

"We can't, you're Injured. I'll hurt you" he says. I grab his face and kiss him hungrily. He hesitates for a second until he starts to kiss back and leans over me, with one hand on the bed and the other grabbing my waist. He starts to get rough and it makes my breath hitch against his mouth and I can feel him grin. My hands go into his hair again, pulling at it to make him groan. Two can play at that game. He crawls fully on top of me, careful to avoid my wound but the adrenaline is hiding my pain so Im not bothered by the movement.

Im breathless, but starving for more of his lips on mine. He starts to kiss down my body, as his hands move to lift my top and I lift my arms to help him take it off. He throws it to the ground, keeping his eyes on mine before he moves to my breasts to leave love bites all over them, biting harshly and the soft skin. The feeling of his lips on my body is intoxicating as I realise just how much I needed to feel his touch.

My hips buck into his, earning a groan from his busy mouth and he lifts his head with a grin. I grin back at him until he takes my hands from his hair and pulls them over my head, pinning them with his metal arm. I can't move. As he leans down to bite my bottom lip, he pulls down my leggings with his other hand and starts to trace his finger around my bare hip, squeezing it as he starts to soften his kisses. His fingers start to move across my thigh and up towards my core.

"God, Doll you're so wet" He said, I could hear the grin in his voice.

I moaned in response. He started rubbing small circles against my clit, making me gasp. Moving his fingers painfully slow as my hips grinded against them.

"You're beautiful y/n, I can't wait to mark you as mine" He whispered.

His fingers began to speed up and he increased the pressure on my clit making me moan louder than I expected. He then replaced his fingers on my clit with his thumb and teased my entrance with two fingers.

"Beg for it." He said, his eyes darker now.

"P-please Bucky, I need you" He grinned.

"Baby, call me James" he said before thrusting his fingers into my core and manipulating the soft flesh, forcing me to moan his name:

"James!" This motivated him to increase his pace. The mixture of his fingers in my pussy and his thumb drawing circles on my clit was euphoric. He pulsed his fingers faster and faster as my hips matched the rhythm. My back was arching as I began to feel myself getting close. He sped up his fingers and started to kiss my neck with a slow and intoxicating pace.

"Cum for me doll" he said as he increased the pressure on my clit, overwhelming my senses. My legs were shaking as I started to reach my climax and I fought against James' hold on my arms.

"You're not going anywhere princess" He ordered. His voice caused me to moan in his ear. As I came on his fingers, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked the juices off before leaning down to kiss me, so that I could taste myself. The kiss was hot as he reluctantly let my hands go so that I could touch him. Big mistake.

My hands instantly went to grab his hair as the kiss deepened and I used my strong legs to grab his hip and flip us both over so that I was on top, making my leg sting like a bitch. I was expecting him to fight back, so I tensed but he only smiled and put his arms behind his head, leaning on them.

"Go for it Doll, show me you're mine" He chuckled.

I reached for the buckle of his pants, slowly unbuckling it and unzipping his pants. Pulling down his jeans to expose his underwear and the large outline of his dick. Jesus. He stared at me with a grin, not saying a word as I reached down to pull his underwear down, letting his dick spring free. I bit my lip at the sight, he was god-like. I leant down, looking up at him through my lashes as I planted a soft kiss on the tip of his dick. He shifted, letting out a quiet groan as I started to lick the tip of his dick, cleaning him of his precum.

"Got a little excited?" I teased. He smirked and lunged forward to grab my hair, warning me.

"Are you really going to test me, Doll?" He questioned. I shook my head and he released my hair. I went back down to kiss the top of his dick as he started to groan louder. I trailed kisses all down his dick before licking a trail from the bottom to the top and taking the top of his dick in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks making his eyes roll back. I started to bob my head up and down his cock slowly but not all the way. He bucked his hips up into my mouth making my eyes water from the size of his cock. As he began to shift and moan against my touch, I lifted my head from his dick and backed away.

"Payback darling" I said with a smile, walking away from the bed and leaving Bucky with a shocked look on his face.

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What me? Oh nothing...

Just thinking about teaching Thor the Macarena in the Stark Tower kitchen...

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"No like this!" You shout, laughing at Thor's uncoordinated movement.

"You make It look easy!" He says.

"Because it is! Aren't you supposed to be a highly trained warrior or something?" You tease, getting an unimpressed look from Thor. "What? You could at least have rhythm" You say before running from his grasp as he gives up and lunges towards you.

"Right! Come here y/n!" You start laughing uncomfortably as you run out of the kitchen, fearing your fate.

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~Give me ideas~

Please send me and ideas or requests for fanfiction writing. Here are some of the universes I cover:

Marvel

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Star Wars

TLOU

TVD

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Classic Beauty ~ BUCKY BARNES

Plot: Bucky comes to your rescue at Tony Stark's networking event.

Warnings: none. Maybe age gap. Definitely age gap

Tropes: Fluff. Gentleman bucky. 40s Bucky. x female reader

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You had been at Stark's party for hours now, many people had already left and you were getting tired. You hadn't really drunk much but the energy it took you to socialise with everyone had drained you. The music playing was now mostly slow and romantic music and the lights were dim and tinted blue.

You stood in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by happy couples swaying to the music and you never felt more lonely. You were wearing a dark blue satin dress, which hung to your curves and highlighted your breasts in a classy way. Your hair was curled and clipped in a claw clip with whispy strays dangling gracefully over your face. You had spent your night networking with important solicitors and politicians, trying to earn their favour and support for the Avengers and now all you wanted was a dance before you went to bed.

As the song ended, you contemplated leaving the dance floor until your favourite slow song began to play: 'Nothing Gunna Hurt You Baby' by Cigarettes After Sex. So, you stayed on the dancefloor and swayed on your own.

As you moved slowly to the rhythm, you saw someone walking towards you. Looking up you saw Bucky Barnes, who was dressed head to toe and a very smart Navy blue suit, walking up to you. His hair was smartly gelled back and he had freshly shaved for the event. He stopped in front of you and out stretched his hand with a gentle smile on his face.

"Care to dance?" He asked as your face lit up. You put your hand in his and he pulled you against his tall frame as you used your free hand to steady yourself on his broad shoulder. As he moved his hand to your lower back, you both begin to sway and you lean your head on his shoulder taking in his musky scent. He was warm and comforting and it made you feel truly at peace as you gently moved to the music.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue" you said sweetly as he rubbed his thumb on your back making you hum. His hand squeezed yours in a comforting manner.

"Who wouldn't want to dance with you y/n" He said, his voice low and warm. His comment made you smile and melt closer to him as you danced. You moved perfectly together and his head lowered to your to stay as close to you as possible.

"You'd be surprised" You said, hiding the sadness in your eyes by burying your face deeper into his neck.

"Well, if I saw you in the ballroom back in my day, I'd fight all the men on your dance card just to get just one dance with you." He said taking your hand and spinning you around before pulling you back against his chest. Returning to the calming sway of the music. Your cheeks grew red as you blushed at his words.

"You really are a classic gentleman, bucky" You tell him, and squeeze his hand, rubbing you thumb on his hand twice to show him your appreciation.

"And you, doll, are a classic Beauty. Timeless" he flatters you and holds you tighter, refusing to lose contact. Both of you stay like this for a while, staying silent, comfortable in eachothers arms. You felt that you could stay like this forever, safe and warm in his embrace. You have both gotten closer these past few months and could feel the dynamic shifting ever so slowly. After all, he was a true gentleman.

The music comes to an end and the DJ announces the last song of the night but it's all a blur. Yoh step back slightly, fighting the strong hold of Bucky to form a small gap between the both of you. Looking into his deep blue eyes, you sigh as you become enchanted and almost trapped in his gaze. Your hand falls from his shoulder and your other hand is still linked with his.

"Thank you again, Bucky" You say, giving him a soft smile.

"Anything for you, Doll" Letting go of his hand you stay locked in his state. But before you leave, you step close to him again and lean in to kiss his cheek softly. Leaning back to give him one last smile, you turn to leave the room, looking back before you reach the door to see Bucky still standing on the dancefloor and smiling at you with his hands in his pockets. You linger for a few seconds and take in the sight in front of you before walking out the door and heading to your bedroom.

That night, Bucky was your hero.

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"Why me?" ~ JOHNNY STORM

Plot: You have had a crippling crush on Johnny Storm for months now and you finally had enough of Johnny's constant stories of the city girls flirting with him.

Warnings: Heavy make out session, some rude words, not proof read, angst

Tropes: Jealousy, X chubby/plus size reader, stretch marks, tall reader

A/n: This is my first time writing a fanfic in a while so sorry if it's shit. Please let me know if you want a part 2 😉 (I wrote this when I was tired, hence why it's quite short)

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"Excuse me Ben, this pasta is lovely but I have lost my appetite" I say putting down my fork and storming out of the kitchen.

I am raging. My cheeks are red and my eyebrows are practically wrestling each other. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't sit there and listen to Johnny boast about another flirtatious encounter he had whilst wandering the city. Every night, he'd yap about some gorgeous blond girl that he had wooed or something shockingly hot dog walker who had confessed their love to him. It hurt too much.

I rushed off to my room at the end of the hall and slammed the door shut as I entered. As soon as it shut, I collapsed against the door and started sobbing. I have had a crippling crush on Johnny. Freaking. Storm. For months now. Ever since I came to live with the Fantastic Family as their medical assistant, I had developed an obsession with the fiery hero. My body yearned for him and my heart ached even worse. Everything about him was perfect. His voice, his body, his hair and he had the personality to back it up. However, deep down I knew that he would never feel the same as I was so different to the girls he would talk about at dinner.

I knew I needed to move on but it was painful. I had become completely enamored with him and he didn't make it any easier with his constant flirting. It was torture. Me and him would never happen and he would never find me attractive.

I am a tall girl, with broad shoulders and stretch marks all over. I have a chubby belly but not the cute kind as I am very pale and have lose skin from weight loss. I was no where near as attractive as those skinny 5'3 girls with big tits and a huge ass. I was quite flat cheated so I didnt really have much to make up for my tummy. So, being with Johnny was a far off dream.

My tears flooded across my cheeks as my eyelashes clumped together. I regret making a scene at dinner. I wasn't aggressive but I had interrupted Johnny's conversation and stormed off in a mood, which I never do. I am normally very quiet and polite as I don't want to overstep my position in the family dynamic. Don't get me wrong, I have gotten close with the family as I constantly patch them up and am Sue's midwife but I know that I have no true connection with the family. So, during dinner I would stay polite and quiet or crack the odd joke here and there.

The regret in my actions just causes more hot tears to stream down my face as I bend my legs and hold them close to my chest. I just want this nightmare to be over.

As I dip my head to my knees, my sobs are interrupted by the sound of footsteps heading for my room. Oh no. I am not prepared to explain my earlier exit. I need more time.

Knock. knock.

Fuck.

I wipe my tears quickly and stand up. Taking a breath to try and calm myself down.

"Who is it?" I say, trying to disguise my shaky voice.

"Johnny."

Double Fuck.

He just won't let me move on will he?

"Go away Johnny. Please" The please sounds strangled as my voice breaks and I dip my head down annoyed at myself.

"Please let me in y/n" He sounds more serious than usual, it's off-putting. I think if he hadn't have heard the crack, he would be teasing me by now.

I take a few more breaths and wipe off the glistening residue of my tears before slowly opening the door just enough to see Johnny. I don't want him to come in.

His face lifts from the floor and his eyebrows twitch with a look of concern as he instinctively steps towards me but as I close the door slightly, he stops.

"Y/n I just want to make sure your okay" He says as I let out a scoff.

"Please don't act like you actually care" A twinge of regret hits me as I see his eyes flinch slightly at my words.

"Y/n, we both now I could open this door anyway so just let me in" His tone sounds like more of a command this time and I want o avoid conflict so, reluctantly, I open my bedroom door and stand aside.

He steps inside and I close the door, turning around but staying as close to the wall as I can. I'm too shaky to stand properly right now.

He takes a quick but noticeable scan around my room and his concern briefly leaves his face as I see the side of his mouth slightly twitch upwards into a grin before he returns his gaze to me and it flicks back to concern. Cheeky bastard.

"What was all that about" He asks, crossing his arms. He is wearing his white team top, which exposed his large arms, causing my eyes to linger a bit to long. "Y/N, eyes up here" my eyes flick up to his and although his tone is flirty, his face is still serious. However, it makes me feel slightly more at ease. I hate when he's serious.

I stay silent. I don't know what to say. I can't tell him. I'm overwhelmed. Shaky. My eyes then betray me by leaking a single tear down my already flushed cheeks and Johnny slowly creeps towards me, towering over me, as he brings his warm hand to my cheek and wipes my tear away. Embarrassed, I look down as he says "Come on sweetheart, tell me". His hand cradles my cheek and then traces my jaw with his finger until it reaches my chin, lifting my gaze to his.

All I want right now is comfort. Sleep, warmth and comfort. I'm tired. Exhausted of hiding my feelings. Hurt. Jealous. Out of desperation, I mean into his muscular frame and bury my head into his neck as I selfishly absorb the heat he is emitting. This is all I need.

He stills, confused by my actions and doesn't move until he hears my sobs. He then pulls me closer by the waist and starts to stroke my hair.

"Hey," he comforts me in a low whisper, "Shhh, shhhh, I'm here baby, I'm here" UGH, his words just hurt me even more. I want him more than anything. My tears start streaming again and I start to lose control of my breathing, causing myself to hiccup. Johnny stops stroking my hair and reaches down to lift my legs around his waist, supporting my back as he leads me to my bed and lies me down.

I cover my eyes, embarrassed at the state I'm in but he covers you in a blanket and reaches to pull your hands from your eyes.

"I will stay with you until you feel better but only if you tell me what's going on."

I sigh, sitting up and wiping my tears. I take a moment to get control back of my breathing as Johnny rubs my back.

"Johnny, i-i. Ugh. I can't have dinner with you anymore."

"What?" He protests, leaning back In shock. "Why, what did I do?" He asks

"I can't listen to you talk about these girls you meet all the time, I just can't, I just" I stop. I know I'm confusing him. He's silent and processing. I need to be honest.

"Listen Johnny. I know it's not the first time you must have heard this and it won't be the last but I really like you. I like everything about you and in fact I can't stop thinking about you."

His eyes widen and for some reason, I see his muscles slightly relax.

"I know you're a flirt but I can't help it. I love being around you, I constantly blush at your words and I'm always in awe of you: your hard work, your kindness your bravery. I also know that this is one sided. I have fallen for the flirt. I am the exact opposite of your typical type and I will always just be your friend. I have tried to get over you but you make it so hard always talking about these skinny blond girls who are always flirting with you!" I take a breath. I can't believe I finally said it. I'm so embarrassed.

He is silent. But he looks... Relieved?

"No one has ever said that to me y/n" he whispers.

"Don't lie, people say they like you all the time" I huff.

"No y/n, they say they want me. No one has ever said I was kind, brave or even hard working. No one has admitted to wanting me around. No one. Only you. In fact, your the only one who has ever truly made me feel wanted y/n." He admits.

I am shocked. "But-"

"I want you" he says in a low tone. I hadn't noticed before but he has gotten closer than before, his face was inches from mine.

"Why me?" I say quietly, my eyes trapped in his gaze.

"You're perfect y/n, Inside and out. You're the only woman I want to flirt with for the rest of my life" he says, now centimetres away from face.

Slowly, he inches forward and kisses me softly. The kiss is slow but intimate and has so much affection behind it. I reach my hands into his hair as the kiss starts to heat up and becomes more passionate than before as Johnny starts to lean on top of me and cages me in with his big arms.

I use his hair as leverage to pull him down into the kiss as he starts to kiss me with more hunger, biting my bottom lip, which causes a whimper to escape my bruising lips. His hips start grind into mine, gaining another soft gasp from my mouth as he starts to kiss down my jaw to my neck, nibbling at my soft flesh. Our hips start to grind into each others in a desperate attempt to get some friction and my hands start to trace down his knees to his back as my nails jab into his skin when he bites harshly into my neck.

"You have no idea how much I've dreamt about tasting you" his words cause me to moan, which makes him grin. There's my Johnny.

A/n: This song is how Johnny makes me feel 😫