#From what Stan understood the guy would be able to create his own from scratch in a heartbeat.

[shanklin]

It’s the most honest job Stan’s ever had.

Sure, the company he’s working for is downright diabolical, scamming their customers in all aspects of life, but that’s not Stan’s problem.

As Le Ville Corp’s most successful customer service agent in the Oregon area his only job is to follow the company guidelines, sell as many bad deals as possible and never ever let anyone back out of a contract. 

Morality aside, nothing the company does is actually illegal, so at the end of the day Stan gets to collect his almost-minimum-wage-sized paycheck and go home in the knowledge, that no pigs will come knocking on his door anytime soon.

Life is good. Or at least as good as it gets where Stan is concerned. Last month he even got a raise for selling every bad product the company had to offer to one poor kind sucker. 

From household appliances to car insurance, magazine subscriptions and even their extremely shitty telephone and electricity contracts - the McGucket guy brought it all.

Thanks to him, Stan could upgrade from his car to an almost black mold free one room appartment with a community bathroom one block over.

Stan was finally moving up in the world and then his phone rings. He recognises the number. It’s his good friend Fiddle-not-gonna-say-the-rest McGucket.

Stan grins and cracks his knuckles. It’s about time McGucket figured out he’s gotten scammed. Time to make the poor guy’s life a living hell. No one is getting out of a contract on his watch.

“Thank you for calling Le Ville Corp. For us you are more than just a customer. You are family! This is Piers. How can I help you today?”

The moment Stan starts his greeting, he is bombarded with noise disturbances from the other side.

Ah, the good old Le Ville Corp telephone network working as intended. Maybe Stan can convince the guy to upgrade to a slightly less egregious version. 

Wait, what did he say?

His name is Dr. Stammered Lynes? Weird, but okay. Still better than Fiddle-nope-not-saying-it Hardon McGucket.

As it turns out, Stan finally met the mysterious roommate whose money McGucket has been using to pay for all of their products. Stan didn’t think the guy had it in him to ditch his roommate after the scam got discovered. Good for him!

Now, how to best screw Dr. Lynes here over.

***

An hour and a half of data security safety questions and a new phone contract later the doc hangs up to Stan’s cheery and corporate mandated farewell:

“And don’t forget we here at Le Ville Corp consider you our forever family, because you will stay with us forever!”

***

Stanford Pines just had the worst month of his life [not counting the weeks after the science fair that he refuses to think about].

The portal test was a disaster, his partner left, his muse refuses to explain himself and on top of all of that his new fridge won’t open, because this week’s subscription fee hasn’t been paid yet.

What the f-FIDDLEFORD!

[newtie-patootie-bootie]

Bucky² (Part 6)

Summary: You’re a mutant with the power of dimensional, spatial and time manipulation, meaning you can travel to and from dimensions, spaces and different times with ease. But one day, when you’re coming back from a particularly long mission, you brought something back that should never have come with you in the first place.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that Marvel has created and I certainly don’t own Sebastian Stan.

Warnings: Sickness, fluff, major character upheaval!

40′s!Bucky x Present!Bucky x Reader

Y/N’s POV:

I coughed softly, patting my chest and everyone jumped toward me as if I was about to spontaneously combust. I sigh. This happens every time. “How much time have we got?”

“Oh, you don’t need to worry-” Steve speaks but Tony cut him off.

“and you shouldn’t have to worry about it-” Tony was promptly spoken over by Bruce.

“yeah, we can handle this-” Nat interrupts him.

“you have nothing to worry about-” Thor easily uses his booming voice to get his point across.

“so that means you stay in bed and focus on getting better-” Clint has to yell to be heard over Thor.

“under any circumstances-”

“we can wait for you to heal-” Sarge is clearest as they are both by my sides as Happy Feet finishes his sentence for him.

“and recover and-” He’s screamed over by Wanda.

“we will deal with the rest-” Wanda’s voice is nearly lost in the commotion.

They started falling over themselves, talking over each other and getting louder by the second. 

Oh, my head.

“SHUT UP!” I roar, clutching my temples. My scream echoes through the room and peaceful silence is the only thing that remains. “Jesus, Lord Almighty, you people are loud.” I groan in pain.

They, again, apologised in unison.

“If any of you, tell me not to worry about something like this, I will personally drop you off into the Jurassic Age and leave you there, am I understood?” They all nod, looking down in shame. “Now, how much time have we lost?”

“Since you’ve been asleep?” Tony asked, “a week and two days.”

I groan, “shit.” Taking the glass, I sip at the water before setting it down, “we’ve lost three weeks. We don’t have long, which means we only have five weeks before the window opens and I can finally use the watch again to get Sergeant here,” I point to the younger Bucky that’s by my side, “back home.” 

I missed the look on his face.

“It’ll take you weeks to recover.” Happy Feet argues, “you can’t do anything extraneous like that. I won’t let you.” His metal hand gripped mine tight, not tight enough to hurt me. He’s always been careful like that.

“I don’t plan to do something like going into the vortex unprotected again. Five weeks is plenty of time for me to recover and rest up before fixing the paradox.” I reassure, running small circles against the back of his hand. He couldn’t feel it like he could on his right, but the pressure was enough to calm him. “I got this.”

“That’s what you said last time.” Sarge mumbled, earning a soft slap on the back of the head. He chuckled, scratching his head. 

“Thor, I want you on lightning detail, the rift should still be open from the last time I fell through, I didn’t close it properly. I want you to check the decaying process of the vortex, that should give us a solid indication of how fast it’s travelling, rather than relying on history books and star systems.” Thor disappeared down the hall as I turn to Tony and Bruce, “that doesn’t mean that we should stop watching and referring to them. I want you guys keeping track of that, please.” Both Tony and Bruce nodded, already chatting away as they left my bedroom, “Nat, Clint, talk to some of your sources, maybe someone in SHIELD is somewhat versed in the laws of and dimensional and time rifts.” Clint and Nat agreed before leaving my bedroom also, “Wanda, Steve, think you can track down Dr. Strange for me?” 

“You got it, doll.” Steve grinned as he and Wanda left.

“What about us, doll-face?” Sarge asked, his big worried eyes staring up at me as Happy Feet finished his sentence as usual.

“You two, are going to be looking after me. Like you have been for a week and two days. And do you know what would be so helpful to my recovery?”

“What?!” They leaned up toward me like eager puppies.

Perfect.

In a span of a millisecond, I grabbed the wet compress and slapped them with it hard, the liquid left a wet residue on their cheeks and made a satisfying sound when it connected with their identical faces, “you can fucking sleep!” I roar, dropping the cloth on the floor, “Jesus! You two jackasses need a lesson in ‘Why Sleep is Important and Detrimental to the Human Race 10-fucking-1′!” I proceed to grab my pillow and with as much power as my feeble body is able to muster, I beat them within an inch of their lives, “and-” whack “you-” whack “know-” whack “what-” whack “that-” whack “means?!”

 And a flurry of whacking for good measure.

“We need sleep!” Happy Feet was cowering on the bed, trying to evade my pillow pummeling.

“We know!” Sarge cries, protecting his head with his hands. 

“Then go!” I throw the pillow back on top of the other behind my back, “right now. Hop to, soldiers!”

“Yes, ma’am!” They stand up from the bed, their backs straight and stiff as a board as they snapped a sharp salute, before running out of my bedroom, to their own sleeping quarters to catch up on some much needed rest as per my orders. 

I sigh, exhausted as I settle back in the covers, rolling onto my side as I cuddle Happy Feet’s discarded pillow and I hug it to my chest, inhaling his scent, ready to rest some more, “those boys.” I yawn gently, falling into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.

The next day, both Sarge and Happy Feet were stuck to my sides like shit on velcro. I regret asking them to stay by my side, I shouldn’t have said a word. 

I’m sitting on the couch, in my robe with my IV next to me with Happy Feet and Sarge on either side with Dr. Strange on the opposite armchair, sipping at his tea. “So, instead of taking him back right away, you let this get so much worse? I’m not your cleaner, Y/N, you should be handling this on your own.”

I could feel my eye twitch. “First off, you know I can’t travel without my pocket watch and I wasn’t about to risk an even bigger paradox by erasing James Buchanan Barnes from history, now was I?”

“But you already did, otherwise you wouldn’t be hooked up to an IV with a saline drip. Which begs the question, how long were you in there for? I’ve treated you for the six months you were in the vortex for. You didn’t need an IV for that.” Steven’s eyes followed my body and then to my eyes, which must have been sunken in.

“A year and two days.” His eyes widened with shock, “I know, I look good for someone that should be dead.” I grin, applying some chapstick carefully to my cracked lips.

“How did you survive?” Steven’s voice was soft, barely audible. 

“I have a great response team.” Flicking my eyes to either Bucky, who smiled back at me.

Strange sighed, running his hands through his greying hair, “you realize what your paradox is doing to the other dimensions?”

“I know the consequences, I just need your help to fix my watch.”

“What do you think I can do?” Strange asked, settling back in the armchair as he sips at his tea.

“Well, Doctor, I know you use that lovely little necklace of yours to loop time. I know. I’ve had to clean up quite a few of your messes before, but right now, please, I’m begging you to use that power one more time.” Sarge tosses my watch to Strange who catches it. “Please, it’s the only way I’ll be able to go without hurting myself or more importantly, Bucky.”

Strange looks at me, sighing as he inspects the watch. “Leave it with me. It’ll be tricky but I’ll see what I can do.” 

“It stopped three weeks and two days ago, that should narrow things down for you.” Happy Feet interjected, taking my hand as Steven nodded, standing. 

“See you when I see you, Y/N.” Dr. Strange left and I sigh, slumping against the couch.

“I’m going to go for a shower, will you be okay?” Sarge asks us.

“Always, Sarge. You go, get cleaned up.” I quell his hesitation and his worrisome expression changes into a soft smile and he pinched my chin gently and I smile as he walks away, before turning my attention to Happy Feet.

“Can we go outside? I’d like some fresh air.” I ask and with a gentle nod, Happy Feet helps me to my shaky feet and we slowly make our way to the balcony as I held onto the IV as it trailed by my side. 

Resting heavily over the railing, I take deep breaths of crisp, cool air, sighing as I look up to the cloudless sky. “Been quite a while since I’ve been able to do this.” I close my eyes, enjoying the soft breeze.

“Y/N. .” Happy Feet’s voice cut through my tranquil haze. 

My eyes snap to his instantly, only to see dark sorrowful pools of blue-gray, “what’s the matter?” My voice is soft, concerned. 

“I was. . “ he stops, his eyes squinting slightly, he was hesitant, “I was so scared I was going to lose you.” His voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear him, “you don’t understand just how worried I’ve been.” His eyes meet mine, “I could have lost you.” His hands grip at my upper arms, his metal arm cold as his face was so close to my own. “I was so fucking scared, baby doll.”

“I promised you I would never leave you. I don’t break my promises, Buck.” I whisper back, lifting my hands to gently brush the sides of his torso. “I’m not about to give up now, just because I got a little sick.”

“It was more than a little, Y/N, don’t fucking try to play it off!” Bucky growls, his face pressing closer until our noses were touching, “you were on the brink of death and there was nothing I could do, nothing I could fucking think of to help you.” His eyes are alight, “I am never going to let you do something that reckless and stupid ever again. You’re not gonna become another Steve.” Bucky implores, his grip tightening. Not enough to hurt me.

“I know, Bucky. I know.” I touch his cheek, trying to calm him down. 

“Promise!”

I sigh quietly through my nostrils, never taking my eyes off his own wild ones, “I promise, James Buchanan Barnes, I promise to never leave you and to never be so stupid and reckless, and I promise, to never be like Steve.” I vow, smiling gently as he slowly starts to relax, “you done, soldier?”

He smiled as I gently squeeze his chin, looking up at me, “it made me realize something, though, doll.”

“What was that?” I ask, my hand sliding back up to cup his handsome face.

“If you were going to die, I would never have had the chance to do something I’ve wanted to, for such a long time.” Bucky answers, his eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting my eyes once more. His hands slid from my arms, to my back and encircled me. The mechanics in his left arm hummed as he pulled me closer to his large, muscular body.

Everything else slowly started to melt away. 

“And what’s that?” My voice is a mere whisper, my heart pounding against my ribcage, my breathing starting to quicken. 

I can feel his breath.

“This.” Bucky closed what little distance was left and our lips met in a soft, searing kiss.

The whole of reality ceased to exist at that point as our lips moved in synchronization. My cracked lips didn’t seem to faze him at all as I maneuvered my head to the side to deepen the kiss, my hands travelling upward. My fingers braided themselves in his long hair as our mouths opened.

Teeth clinked and tongues clashed, lips separating, only to be met once more in a flurry of sensual activity. 

“Ahem.” A loud, obnoxious throat-clearing tore us apart. 

I snapped my head to the door to see who the intruder was, only for my heart to stop completely. A betrayed, looking Sergeant was there, eyebrows creased and identical eyes filled with rage and sorrow. 

“I’ll leave you two alone then.” Spitting the sentence out, James slammed the sliding door shut, the force hard enough to break the reinforced glass with ease as he walked away, unperturbed by the loud noise. 

“Oh, fuck.” Happy Feet whispered.

‘Oh fuck’ is right.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part! Stay tuned for part 7 of Bucky². Remember tags are open as are my requests and asks :)

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