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Meeting The Thunderbolts » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Thunderbolts/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Pregnant!Reader with the Thunderbolts

Summary: Bucky introduces you to the Thunderbolts.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“I’ll be home in a couple days, doll. I love you and our little soldier.” Bucky says softly into the phone.

“We love you too, sweetheart.” You say with a smile.

Bucky smiles before hanging up the phone and put it in his pocket.

“Who were you talking to?” John asks Bucky.

“Oh- umm- this girl I’ve been seeing.” Bucky says.

Bucky has been keeping you and yours and his unborn child a secret from the Thunderbolts. The team doesn’t know you and yours and Bucky’s unborn baby girl exist. You and Bucky met and got married a few years before the Thunderbolts formed. He’s only keeping you and the baby a secret to protect you two.

The mission went smoothly, but it tired out Bucky and the team. Lucky for Bucky, the mission didn’t take as long as he thought it would and he’s going home earlier than he told you. He texted you to tell you that he’s on his way home. He also made a decision. He decided to finally introduce you to the team. Bucky is going to be nice and allow them to stay at yours and his house. He texted you beforehand to let you know that he’s bringing the team with him.

“Whose house is this?” Ava asks.

“Mine.” Bucky answers.

“Is this what that congressman money gets you?” Yelena asks.

“Pretty much.” Bucky replies.

The Thunderbolts followed Bucky inside of yours and his house. They looked around as they walked inside.

“I’ll be right back.” Bucky says.

The team stayed in the living room while Bucky went in the kitchen, knowing you’re in there making something to eat. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his hands on your pregnant belly.

“You’re home.” You say softly.

“I am.” Bucky smiles.

You turned around to greet your husband with a kiss.

“There’s a few people in the living room who I want you to meet.” He says softly.

“Ok.” You replied softly.

You and Bucky walked hand in hand to the living room. The Thunderbolts surprised when they seen you. They were not expecting Bucky to have a pregnant wife.

“Doll, this is the team.” Bucky introduces you to the Thunderbolts. “This is my gorgeous wife Y/N.” He tells the team.

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys! Bucky has told me so much about you guys!” You say excitedly.

“Your husband told us nothing about you.” John says.

Ava elbowed John in his side when he said that. John looked at her and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Please don’t be mad at Bucky for that. He kept me and our baby girl a secret, because he wanted to protect us.” You say, putting your hands on your pregnant belly.

“We understand, Mrs. Barnes.” Alexei says.

You gave the team a smile, loving how understanding they are.

“I can show you guys to the guest bedrooms if you want.” You suggested.

“Thank you. That would be nice.” Yelena replies.

You showed the team to the guest bedrooms and Bucky, being the overprotective husband he is, tagged along.

“Thank you so much for allowing us to stay in your home.” Ava says.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled.

“You and Bucky have a lovely home.” Bob compliments.

“Thank you.” You and Bucky smiled.

As the team settled down and got cleaned up, Bucky did the same. You helped him clean up the small cuts he has on his cheek and forehead. Bucky rested his hands on the sides of your pregnant belly as you cleaned the cuts on his cheek and forehead.

“Your friends are nice.” You say.

“That’s what they want you to think, doll.” Bucky jokes.

“Be nice, James.” You giggled.

“You know I’m kidding, doll face.” He laughs softly.

You gave Bucky a kiss on his cheek and forehead when you were down cleaning the cuts.

“All better.” You smiled.

“That’s because I have the most beautiful nurse to patch me up.” Bucky says flirtatiously.

You couldn’t help but blush. You put the first aid kit away and went back to the bedroom, laying down on the bed. Bucky laid down next to you, protectively wrapping his arms around you and placing his hands on your pregnant belly.

“Goodnight, my girls. I love you.” Bucky says softly.

“Goodnight, honey. We love you too.” You almost whispered.

The next morning you managed to wake up early and get out of bed without waking up Bucky. You went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for the team. Bob walked in the kitchen at the same time the coffee finished brewing.

“Good morning, Bob!” You smiled at him.

“Good morning, Mrs. Barnes.” Bob smiles back.

“Call me Y/N.” You say. “Do you want a cup of coffee?” You asked politely.

“Yes please.” He answers.

You poured Bob a cup of coffee and gave it to him. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched you make breakfast. Yelena and Ava were next to walk in the kitchen.

“Good morning!” You smiled.

“Good morning!” Yelena and Ava smiled back.

They got a cup of coffee and joined Bob at the table. Then Alexei and John came to the kitchen. The team was asking you questions to get to know you while you served them breakfast. Then you finally got to sit down.

“You mentioned yesterday that you and Bucky are having a girl?” Ava asks.

“Yes we are.” You answered happily.

“Have you two come up with names?” Yelena asks.

“We’re naming her Jamie.” Bucky answers as he walks in the dining room.

You looked up at your husband and gave him a smile. Bucky gives you a morning kiss and sat down next to you.

“Your wife is an amazing cook!” Alexei tells Bucky.

“That’s one of the many reasons why I married her.” Bucky says, smiling at you.

You smiled back and gave him a kiss on his bearded cheek.

“You guys are really nice. I really enjoyed meeting you guys.” You say sweetly to the team with a smile.

“You too, Mrs. Barnes.” Yelena says and smiles.

The Thunderbolts left after breakfast. You cleaned up the dining room table and took the dishes to the kitchen, putting them in the sink. Bucky walks up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light and loving squeeze.

“Don’t worry about the dishes. You go relax in the living room and I’ll wash the dishes.” Bucky says softly.

“You’re such an incredible husband. I love you so much, baby.” You almost whispered.

“I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky says softly, kissing you softly.

-Bucky’s Doll

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BETWEEN DARK AND THE VOID

Chapter 1 - L'Appel Du Vide

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Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x MutantFemale!Reader Setting: Thunderbolts* Summary: Reluctantly, after a call you accept to help Bucky, your ex-boyfriend, with a task. What should have been a simple impeachment becomes a New York rescue mission, swallowed by a mysterious dark fog. After failing to save two innocent people, and overwhelmed by guilt from your dark past, you answer the call of The Void and abandon yourself to the uncertainty of nothingness. It's up to Bucky to save you and bring you back. Word Count: 6.2 K Chapter Warnings: Thunderbolts* spoilers, Reader is a mutant with the molecular reconfiguration powers, angst, hurt, mention of past trauma, typical canon violence, mention of torture (not described), Reader being mean at first, protective Bucky, no use of y/n. If I have missed some CW, please let me know and I'll add them!

AN: I'm back, this time for real! I never thought that a Marvel movie and my old obsession with Bucky Barnes would bring the writing muses back to me. This is the first fic after some months of writing's block, so apologize if it's not perfect. Many thanks to my wife @sylasthegrim for helping me with the title and to my love @bcksbarnes for beta reading, brainstorming through the fic outline, being my cheerleader and simply bear with me. You're the best, I love you with all my heart! I highly expect this to flop, so thank you for the few ones who will read it.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST | BETWEEN DARK AND THE VOID MASTERLIST

Appel du vide: "The call of the void". French term that explains an urge to do something dangerous even though you don’t intend to.

The streets of New York had never been so dark.

The skyscrapers that once towered over the city, imposing and gleaming, now disappeared into a veil of darkness, their figures swallowed up in an ominous embrace. Even cars and people seemed to suffer the same fate, falling into a dark hole that slowly, but dangerously, spread through the streets; swallowing everything in its path.

Above this dark fog, Void stood, now in full control of Bob, watching the chaos unfold beneath his feet, not blinking at the high-pitched screams of people running for safety. As he stood, like a god descending to earth to judge mankind, he slowly raised a hand, transforming people into powdery silhouettes stuck to the ground, soon to be moulded by the impending darkness as it moved swiftly towards the crowd.

It was like the scene of one of the most terrifying horror films: planes crashing next to buildings, piles of rubble falling from the sky and destroying everything in sight, cries of children looking for their parents. People ran with every ounce of strength they had left to escape this dark nightmare that was spreading across the city like a living shadow, swallowing up hope, light and every trace of normal life in its relentless path.

But this was the reality. And nothing would seem willing to stop this madness.

You paused under a porch with the rest of the Thunderbolts, your cheeks flushed as you placed your palm against the cold plaster of the wall, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace. You could hear Bucky muttering a few words as he watched the city go pitch black, Walker holding an unstable Alexei, ranting about losing Yelena and not forgiving himself. Ava was the only one silent, pondering her next move, and you were glad that your powers did not allow you to read people's minds, or you would go mad between your own thoughts and those of others.

You knew something was wrong the moment Bucky called you after months of silence; given the strained relations between you two, you were even surprised that the former Hydra assassin - now Brooklyn Congressman - had the time to dial your number and ask for your support with a mission.

You were different from the other heroes and villains who lived among humans — there was something deep and unpredictable in your genetics that set you apart. Most of them chose to become one voluntarily, undergoing genetic experiments to enhance their physical abilities. Others were tech geniuses who compensated for their lack of physical strength with their intellect, building armour and other technical equipment to support civilians. Then there were those who were simply highly trained agents and assassins, who had spent most of their lives honing their bodies into weapons for use for either good or evil.

But you? You were born with powers; your genes had been mutating naturally ever since you were in your mother's womb. There were no labs, no special training, no choices. It was just you, emerging with untamed powers cursing through your veins, marking you as someone superior to the humans.

In the same way you didn’t choose who to work with, you were too young to understand the wrong hands you had fallen into. You were a victim of your own father’s plans to rule the world, seeing you as both his cherished daughter and his precious weapon.

After years of being chained against your will, you became a free spirit, travelling the world and playing the role of the hero you'd never been, helping people and saving them from the clutches of enemies. No matter how strong or bizarre the villains were, whether they were dangerous aliens from another universe or little bullies tormenting the weak boy at school: you would be there, steady and vigilant, protecting every human in your sight. Whether this was your sudden calling, or simply a way to lift your shoulders from the burden of your past, orto keep your hands clean from the innocent blood spilled, was hard for you to know.

But as you listened to Congressman Barnes' voice - low and soft, which was how he usually spoke to you - rattle on about a crucial task for the New York citizens, you realised how high the stakes were.

He called it “impeachment”, a way to remove Valentina and her shady business away from the CIA and the government, and valid witnesses were still on the loose. Four former assassins who cleaned the mess the woman made, four valid testimonies that would make Val’s empire fall like a house of cards. Who better than you to know the best tactics to track down a group of former criminals and catch them?

A part of you wanted to refuse — you were “cleaned” from that shady business. And how could you ever work for the political machine that still had a price on your head, after being a former criminal yourself? The same twisted mechanism that drove a wall between you and Bucky? 

Yet, the shivers that ran down your spine when you heard Bucky's voice, the way his tongue rolled deliciously every time he called you 'doll', the pleading tone of his request, the puppy-dog steel-blue eyes that you could almost feel through the screen…it made it hard for you to decline.

And so there you were, stuck with your ex-boyfriend and a bunch of people you barely met less than 24 hours before, one of them lost into the darkness. 

Not the best situation to find yourself in the last moments of your life. 

“I’m going after her,” Ava said, breaking the silence as she marched quickly through the dark fog that continued to spread.

Bucky grabbed her arm with his vibranium hand, stopping her from carrying out her plan. “And then what?”

“If she walked there, she did it for a reason,” Ava answered quickly, nervously looking at the black fog spreading.

“What if she’s dead? What if there’s no coming back?” Bucky countered, the frustration and worry in his voice clear to hear. They had already lost Yelena, as well as many others who had fallen victim to Void’s actions. Deep down, he was regretful for not being the hero he wanted to be, and for letting down all the people who had applauded him just minutes before the disaster was unleashed.

It was a sight that reminded him of all the sleepless nights and looming nightmares, and of that damn little notebook with all those names marked in it, deluding him into believing he was absolved of sins he himself was not the main perpetrator of. 

Your heart ached to see him so defeated. So remorseful. 

"He's right, Ava," you said, standing up straight and joining the conversation. Your voice was still slightly breathless from the previous run. “Did we all see what happened to Yelena?” She was there with us, flesh and blood, with just a few scratches on her pretty face. And now? Puff! Vanished! Gone!” You grabbed your knees, allowing your lungs to catch as much air as they could before continuing. “Let’s get one thing straight. We lost. Just… how can we protect the people of this city if we aren’t able to defend ourselves? We can’t win against that thing. It’s over.”

A heavy silence fell over the group, and you almost cursed yourself for what you had said. Had they lifted the group's spirits? Of course not. 

“You know? You have many great qualities, but comforting people isn’t one of them” said Ava, breaking the silence once again. Her voice was decisive and carried a hint of disdain. Then, she faced Bucky again, her gaze sweeping over the city. “And about Yelena. What if she isn’t gone?”

“How do you know that?” Bucky replied, his voice a little lower as he resumed his argument with her. You turned your head to look for any human who had escaped the powers of the Void, and that was where your world stopped.

And Bucky's words were the last you heard.

Everything around you grew muffled and distant, as if you were sinking underwater. You could hear Walker muttering something to the team, but his words seemed to come from miles away. Alexei's voice was next, you were sure of it, but this time you couldn’t make out his exact words. A third voice called out to you - who was it this time? Ava? Bucky? You imagining Yelena’s witty comments over you? You couldn't tell - it sounded like distant echoes. 

You seemed gone, your mind disconnected from your body, travelling to another universe. But the truth was that something - or someone - caught your attention. 

Your gaze was drawn to a small figure in the distance, wriggling through the rubble, and the rest of the world faded away. You could hear and feel the child’s loud cries in your ears and in your heart. You could feel your eardrums ringing and your chest tightening in an uncomfortable vice. Next to the child was a woman who quickly scooped him up and ran as if her life depended on it. They were running away — or at least trying to — desperately seeking refuge to save themselves temporarily.

They were like the same civilians that you had tried to help before but failed to save, and who had now been sucked into the void. 

And suddenly your words ceased to make sense.

“We lost”, suddenly echoed in your head. “How can we protect the people of this city if we aren’t able to defend ourselves?” These words made you wrinkle your nose in disgust. How could you ever call yourself a hero when your mind was clouded by such pessimistic thoughts? Had you not sworn to protect the most vulnerable after leaving your brutal past behind?

The shame of your words gnawed at you, raw and relentless. Hearing the mother reassure her son, keeping her nerves steady despite the situation made you feel the urge to act again. They were a reminder of how hard they were still fighting. How they were still trying.

This gave you a new sense of hope. Maybe the war was far from over.

You quickly stood up, your hands trembling and adrenaline suddenly rushing through your veins as if your body had awoken from a paralysed state. Without thinking, you started running towards them, your mind filled with a new sense of purpose.

But your dreams of glory were cut short by a firm grasp on your arm and the coldness of metal beneath your leather tactical suit. You turned your gaze and saw Bucky watching you with a clenched jaw and a severe but worried look in his steel-blue eyes.

“Where do you think you're going, doll?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice, pulling you close with a firm grip. It was bruising, but not tight enough to cause pain.

“Let me go, Barnes!” you replied through clenched teeth, jerking your arm free. He loosened his grip and you stood facing each other while the rest of the group watched, ready to intervene if either of you lost your temper.

“There are still civilians out there who can be saved. I’ll go and keep them safe-”

“So what? Do you want to end up like Yelena? Disappearing inside that black thing and leaving no trace?” Bucky snapped at you, your sudden recklessness was the last thing he needed. There was no venom in his words, only concern and… Was it protectiveness what you felt?

“You've seen how devastated Alexei is. Do you think we can face another loss like that? Well, let me tell you something, doll. We can’t take another loss like that. I can’t bear the thought of losing you!”

You stared at him, stunned by his words. You noticed how his voice faltered when he said he couldn’t bear your absence, how his body trembled when he was overcome with anger and fear, and the apprehension lurking beneath his words. Suddenly, memories of your past together rushed wildly through your mind, making your breathing quicken and your heart hammer in your chest.

That was the Bucky you fell in love with. The damaged super soldier who struggled to find his place in the world. The man who would scream in the middle of the night, beads of sweat on his forehead, and you would rush to his side, cradling him in your arms and mentally curse Hydra for the damage they had done to him. The sweet, caring and overly protective man who would always watch your back on missions, check your wounds and kiss every inch of your bruised skin to ease the pain. The man who would not hesitate to sacrifice his life for you.

But that part of him died the moment he chose to run for Congress, hiding behind a cloak of righteousness that felt uncharacteristic. You could see it in the way he immersed himself in the country's twisted politics, pretending to read file after file and barely acknowledging your presence in the house. You could see it in the way he came home late and stressed from endless meetings, barely having time for you. And when you chose to run away and find your own place in the world? There were no messages, no missed calls and no attempt to trace you.

You became strangers. Never before had you considered going back to when life was easier for the two of you, when you would cuddle up together, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours.

No, there was no time to regret what had been. The lives of ordinary people were more important than a futile argument.

“James,” you called him, his real name felt strange on your tongue. “I saw a mother and child running through the streets, trying to find shelter. They can’t save themselves if we stand here mulling over what to do.”

You saw Bucky moving around nervously, his hands firmly on his hips and his gaze darting between the black fog and you. “You will fail like all the others we have saved before. Like we failed to keep Yelena with us. If they're not dead, they're stuck in that nightmare from which there's no escape."

“We don’t know if we don’t try!” you countered back, frustration rising in your voice as you heard the few people’s screams die behind you, making you more and more nervous.

“Oh, so Miss ‘We-Fail-Because-We-Suck’ feels guilty and decided to return to action?” Walker joined the conversation, a hint of mockery in his serious voice. 

“I don't need you to remind me of what I said before, Walker, thank you,”' you replied, annoyed. “Stay here and mutter all you want, but those two people outside are still our last hope, and I won’t be the one to let them down.”

You approached Bucky with slow and deliberate steps, your hand raised in an attempt to cup his cheek but you stopped mid air, afraid that he would not welcome your gesture. It was the intensity of his gaze that made you want to give up, but then your hand was on his cheek, gently rubbing his stubble. 

“I’ve seen that look of yours, James. Every damn time. You think it’s because of you why we’re all stuck here, you feel guilty because you brought us with you and see the failure of your actions in our eyes,” you spoke to him, low and soft, as if you were talking to a frightened child, “You have done more than enough. You couldn't have foreseen that this would happen. You have all played your part. Now it's my turn. Let me make things right for once in my life.”

You were about to turn and leave the group when you felt a sudden warmth anchor you in place — a firm, slightly trembling hand covering yours. Bucky's hand held yours with an intensity you hadn't felt in years. In that breathless instant, his steel-blue eyes met yours, no longer guarded or distant. Behind them was something burning and pleading, like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, desperate to be heard before the wind carried everything away.

“I won't allow you to sacrifice yourself, doll,” Bucky replied firmly, his voice contrasting with the anxiety he was feeling. Drawing on the last of your mental strength, you slipped your hand out of his.

“I'm not going to ask your permission,” you said, turning your back on him. Before his hands could reach you again, you were gone, like sand carried by the wind. 

The city opened up before you, revealing a surreal scene: the dusty streets were strewn with debris and parts of places had been destroyed amid the chaos that had unfolded. But it was the deafening silence that struck you the most, so atypical for such a huge, lively city.

In the distance, you could hear the soft, quick footsteps of the remaining survivors, the gradually fading noise of cars, and several thuds that echoed in the air — a sign that they had been sent into that darkness with no apparent escape.

You were now standing in an open field, easily navigating the debris as you scanned the area for the mother and son running away in the distance. Maintaining your focus, you pressed your palms against the boulders, which shattered into many small pieces as they fell softly to the ground. Dust swirled in the air as you moved forward with fluid, measured movements, turning over large boulders and clearing the way for the civilians still fleeing.

From a young age, you had the ability to manipulate matter and turn it into whatever you pleased. You first demonstrated this ability when you were with your mother at home. A soft crackling sound came from the ceiling, startling you both, but it wasn’t serious enough to cause any alarm. Then the crack spread further and splinters of wood began to fall to the ground. When you saw that the entire beam was about to collapse, something inside you snapped.

At first, it felt as if time had stopped and the wooden beams were gracefully floating above your head. Then, as if in response to an unspoken command, you could feel the air humming around you. The matter melted and reformed as the splintered wood bent and flowed like liquid silk. The newly formed jagged shards fell to the ground like a thousand needles.

Your father called this a blessing. You called it a curse.

As you grew up, you learned about the dangerous paths you could take with your abilities, and your father forced you to do things you would later regret. You reshaped walls, floors and ceilings whenever you needed to break in unnoticed; you turned a broken chair into a weapon whenever there was a fight; and you were quick to disarm enemy weapons. You could still remember how easily you turned an endowed rifle into a puddle of dark liquid, giving you an advantage in close encounters.

It wasn't just the objects that could be mutated; the enhancements to your powers also enabled you to reshape human molecular structures. At first, the changes were subtle – a quick realignment of a shoulder or cauterisation of a wound. Then, under your father’s command, you were pushed further and soon learned how to break and reform bone density, alter muscle tissue and dull pain receptors in others to force compliance or enhance physical performance. 

You couldn’t count how many people you'd fixed before breaking them in the most vicious ways, some of them not surviving at your powers. You wore their pleading eyes and cries of help as a second skin, and the helplessness in their eyes was the purpose that made you escape from a reality that had become suffocating, that brought you only regret and endless nightmares.

And you swore to keep this part of your life buried forever.

After looking around, your gaze finally fell upon two figures stumbling around on the ground, recognizing them as the mother and child you had seen with the group earlier. Behind them, the black blanket advanced threateningly. It would only take a few minutes before they, too, would become black silhouettes on the ground. 

Mustering all your remaining strength you moved hurriedly, your adrenaline winning over your aching legs. Clearing the path of debris, you were quick to reach the two people, swiftly reaching for their arms and helping them up, before turning and running in the opposite direction of the fog.

“Keep going and don’t look back!” you called out, your voice slightly hoarse from the fatigue, “I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

The woman blinked rapidly and placed her child safely at her side, a flicker of gratitude crossed her frightened gaze. This stirred something new inside you, filling your chest with a sense of contentment. You were used to people looking at you with fear and submission, as if you were a monster walking among them. But this woman thanked you silently with her eyes? It made you believe that you were finally doing something right in your life.

You took a deep breath before resuming your run. Controlling two bodies while sprinting through wreckage was no easy feat, but you didn’t let that deter you. Your resolve was hard to falter.

As you scanned the horizon, only one safe place emerged in your mind: the porch where the Thunderbolts were watching you - silent and still while holding their breath - the only place in the whole city untouched by the spreading darkness, the only place that could shelter two civilians before coming up with a plan to stop that madness.

You were both halfway through the run when you felt your lungs burning inside, the muscles in your body desperately pleading mercy - you felt the need to stop and give yourself some time. But you couldn’t, no. You won’t stop. 

This wasn’t about your endurance anymore. This was about safety.

And so you kept pushing harder with your legs, sprinting firmly but under control to prevent the people holding hands with you from falling during the path. Step by step, you could see the arch approaching on the horizon, and a sense of relief washed over you: you were almost there. One more little effort and your mission would be accomplished.

You could do this. You had to do this.

And then you felt it.

Thud.

A piercing, howling sound reached your ears, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment a part of you feels lighter, as if you were running faster. But it was when you turned back and checked the mother and child’s health that reality stuck at you as a loud smack in your face.

They were gone, turned into powdery silhouettes, stuck in the ground and sent who knows where.

The realisation hit you, fear crept into every bone in your body and, for a moment, you forgot how to breathe properly. Your body was completely spent after being pushed to its limit, and you felt your legs giving in, collapsing under your weight. 

The air felt heavy, your surroundings blurring into emptiness as every sound faded until complete silence was reached. But only one noise crept into your mind: an annoying little voice repeating a phrase that had been your mantra all your life.

You failed. 

The thought was sharp and cruel, gripping your heart like a vice and making you feel sick. 'You failed' repeated over and over again like a broken record, a merciless reminder that no matter how hard you tried to be a hero and do things right, you failed.

How could you protect the people of this city if you just kept getting them into trouble?

The dark fog continued to advance undisturbed, engulfing and reclaiming the mother and her son's shadows. The group's attempts to bring you back were in vain: shouting and inviting you to join them on the porch, you couldn’t hear them, too focused on the darkness reaching you. Soon, you would become part of that nothingness — a nothingness you thought belonged to you.

It was there that you raised your head, and you finally saw him clearly.

The Void.

The dark figure floated motionless in the air, looking at you with white spotlights that seemed to peer into your soul. You didn’t see his lips curl into a mocking smile, nor did you feel the judgement leaving his mouth – if you could have seen it – instead, he just looked at you as if waiting for your next move. 

He tilted his head slightly before finally speaking up. His voice was deep, and its measured pace reflected the weight of her words, which hung in the air like an approaching storm.

“Is that why you're so sad? We're all alone. Hopeless. Without redemption.”

And you never felt so understood in your life.

You were used and abused countless times, your mind bent by the will of people who wanted to use your powers for ulterior motives, and you were too young and scared to break free. 

By the time you realised what they had turned you into, it was too late. You looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise yourself: not your face, not your eyes, and certainly not your hands. Hands that you had washed almost maniacally every day, watching the water turn red in your eyes when it was actually crystal clear. You couldn’t find comfort in the silence; only the cries of men and women begging you to stop torturing them and leave them alone filled your ears. It was all too much for you to bear. How many of them had families who would never see them again? The same happy family that was ripped away from you when you were just a child, a victim of your father’s ambitions?

You thought Bucky could be your beacon in the storm. Hell, that man’s life was a horror story, and he could empathise with your sins and past mistakes. But you were too afraid to tell him about your past, afraid that he would turn you away after learning that you had committed crimes possibly worse than his own. Now your paths were divided by an invisible wall, and you had never felt so alone. 

Nothingness is all you have left.

Acting on impulse, you stood up and marched silently towards the dark fog. There was no wavering in your actions, no second thoughts. 

The Void was calling you, and you were eager to answer its call.

You heard someone -  a very familiar voice - shout at you to turn around. But this didn’t stop your silent march; your body moved towards the dark needles approaching you as if on autopilot.

All you had to do was take a step, and all your pain and remorse would disappear with you.

While hearing a muffled, raw, broken scream, your foot stepped onto the black ground.

And your body moulded into the darkness.

Bucky felt as if his world had collapsed in on itself. Destroyed, disintegrated in the same way his own body had turned to dust years ago when Thanos claimed half of the population's lives by snapping his fingers.

This time, however, the Avengers would not be there to save the day. No one would build a time machine and retrieve six powerful stones, nor would anyone snap their fingers and bring back all the people swallowed by the void.

You were gone, just like Yelena. Just like everyone else.

His mind short-circuited, the guilt of not being able to save New York’s people mingled with the regret of not being able to stop you and your selfless actions. Countless images and what-ifs crossed his thoughts — what if he had followed you and pulled you away sooner? What if he had been more insistent and said no? What if he had been strong enough to counter your stubbornness, to hold you in his arms and never let you go again? 

But there were no answers in the echoes of what-ifs. Only silence.

Unlike his former self, Bucky was never one for many words. His time in the clutches of Hydra was enough to break his spirit, strip him of his confidence, and rob him of his cheerfulness. All that remained were the emotional scars that would never fade. He became a shell of his former self: a grumpy, introverted 110-year-old man who believed that pain was an inevitable part of life and was more inclined to expect negative things than positive ones.

Since being released, he had spent most of his days trying to make amends and find a way to redeem himself. He would sit in the eerie quietness of his apartment, muttering about a past that still haunted him, and about the ghosts of all the people he had murdered and who came to visit him in his sleep. Then he would wake up with short, frantic gasps, his gaze fixed on an empty spot, while the sound of the television in the background tried — in vain — to calm his racing heart. 

Bucky slipped into a daily routine that he struggled to adjust to: mandatory therapy sessions in the morning, undertaken more out of a sense of duty than for relief; solo missions throughout the day to erase the names of people on his list who wanted closure. Loneliness in the evening and nightmares at night. Each day was the same as the previous one, and the day after that would be the same again.

But you? You were the one who shattered his monotonous routine.

You slipped quietly into Bucky's life and became the spark that ignited it. Despite the aura of mystery that wrapped you like a veil, you gave him a sense of purpose, helping him to break free from his endless cycle of pain and self-loathing. With you, he rediscovered the meaning of love and being loved. His fear of being touched melted away beneath the warmth and delicacy of your touch. His body trembled and demanded more, his flesh burned under your fingerprints. Whenever he felt insecure, you would remind him that every part of him was perfect, kissing and adoring the scars on the joint of his metal shoulder — the part of him he disliked the most, but which you were immediately drawn to. 

But your love was not enough to appease his desire to help others and redeem his past, and when the world of politics opened up, something between you cracked. Soft whispers of love turned into heated arguments and nights curled up in bed together became a distant memory. You grew further and further apart until you disappeared without trace. 

In the silence of his feigned apathy, Bucky’s heart was breaking; your distance was far worse than the torture inflicted by Zola and his men. Relief filled his chest when you agreed to help him, albeit reluctantly, and part of him promised that, once Valentina was out of the picture, he would take you in his arms and kiss every inch of your face, murmuring endless apologies against your skin. His arms would wrap around your waist as he promised that he would never push you away again, in the hope that you would both have the restart you deserve.

But now The Void had taken you, trapping you in his dark fog, and with you, every possibility of reconciliation had disappeared.

Bucky could feel his legs trembling beneath him. If it were not for Alexei’s strong arms supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground. The group stood in silence, watching as Bucky’s face contorted with desperation and misery. His blue eyes were glassy and devoid of light, and his mouth moved involuntarily, whispering apologies that could not be heard. It was a sign that he had given up, that all your efforts to stop Bob were in vain, and that giving him the whole city was the only solution to this never-ending puzzle.

Just when he felt he had hit rock bottom, a glimmer of hope took him by surprise. His head turned slightly towards the darkness, and he was struck by a sudden epiphany. 

His mind darted back to the conversation he had had with the Thunderbolts just minutes earlier, before your stubbornness had won out over your rational thinking and led you to your suicide plan. He remembered how Walker had approached him and Ava, admitting that she was right and that there was indeed something lurking in the darkness. The former Captain America recalled the dread he had felt after touching Bob, reliving for a bit the period in his life when everything had fallen apart, when he had failed both as a father and a husband.

A part of him was partially relieved that this could not be the end, that somehow you and Yelena could be saved. It was the reviving of the past that frightened him, more yours than his. Bucky had always been unaware of your history, having confessed at your behest your despondency at reliving certain stages of your life. He feared what you might be forced to witness and how you would change after returning to him. How broken you would be. 

With a newfound strength Bucky stood up, his gaze resting on the dark fog, which had almost engulfed most of the city.

“She must be trapped somewhere there,” Bucky muttered with his jaw clenched, drawing the group's attention. “I have to get her out of there.”

Ava was the first to respond, almost nodding in agreement with his idea. “Thank you,” she said. “Someone who supports my plan!”

“So, what’s the plan? We go in, find Yelena and our mutant friend, and then what?” Walker mused, his hands placed on his lips. He watched Bucky moving his first steps, almost leaving the porch and facing the fog alone.

“Stay there. I’m going to drag her out of this and we’ll be back,” he growled, his eyes flaring with anger and determination: your safety was his priority. 

“What!?” echoed Ava and Walker together, their faces contorted in dismay at the former Winter Soldier’s sudden declaration. 

“Hey, hey, slow down a bit” Alexei interrupted, wrapping his strong hand around Bucky’s vibranium shoulder and forcing the ex-assassin to turn and look at him. “I know you’re the mighty Winter Soldier, and you’re cool enough to be unstoppable and kick everyone’s ass along the way. But you can’t face this alone. We must stick together as the Thunderbolts!”

Bucky looked down and his jaw tightened as he absorbed the Red Guardian’s words. Although temporarily blinded by his protective instincts towards you, he had to admit that Alexei was right. He could not face the threat alone if the enemy had expanded their powers on a large scale. 

He closed his eyelids, inhaling deeply before resting his gaze on the remaining team, looking at them with a solemn expression.

“We'll go there together, then. Try to find Yelena once you’re inside. I’m going to find my girlfriend, and then we’ll manage to meet up together. Is all that clear?” he said solemnly, the word “girlfriend” still spilling easily from his mouth despite your relationship having ended years ago.

At first, silence was their answer. The group quickly exchanged glances, as if looking for implicit confirmation from each other. Then, after moments that seemed like an eternity, the three looked at Bucky, approving his plan as a new sense of hope lifted the group’s spirit. 

Walker turned his gaze towards the dark hole and took the first steps towards it. “Try not to get stuck there, Bucky,” he said dryly, the super soldier’s faint smirk was his only answer.

“Let’s go, Thunderbolts!” Alexei roared in support, his spirits lifted again by the slightly increased possibility of seeing Yelena alive.

All four of them entered the ghostly city, the fresh air of New York caressing their skin for the last time before darkness consumed them. Ava was the first to step inside, her body being claimed as soon as her feet touched the black ground. Walker and Alexei followed, marching with no hesitation as their bodies turned into shadows and were claimed by the darkness.

When it was Bucky’s turn, he hesitated at first. He stood still and watched the dark needles advance quickly, covering the shadows of his friends and then going to claim him.

He lifted his gaze slightly, looking into the heart of the darkness. Countless images of his past flashed before his eyes and his spirit was weakened by the thought of reliving a past that he had spent his whole life trying to redeem, wearing its scars like a second skin.

But he remembered the purpose of his actions, and a new wave of determination pushed him into action. He would rewatch his torture and brainwashing, he would fight his former self as the Winter Soldier, he would never let the souls of the people he had tortured and brainwashed leave him, haunting him with their desperate cries and laughing at him every time he woke up trembling on the floor after another nightmare. 

If walking back from that darkness meant pulling you out from there, then no trauma would be able to stop him from reaching his purpose. 

Bucky took a deep breath before continuing his advance, his feet almost touching the black floor as he entered the tunnel.

And after taking the last step, his world went black.

If you've come this far, thank you so much for reading my fic! Hope you enjoyed it! Please, leave a comment if you want to be added in the taglist or be removed.7

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Bucky Barnes x Yelena Belova masterlist

Don't forget to read the warnings :)

🌶️ = smut | 🌧️ = angst | 🎀 = fluff

PINING IN ANTICIPATION [complete] 🌶️🌧️🎀 (co-written with @marvelouslizzie​) — Wishing to quit working for the government and start living their life freely, Bucky and Yelena find a way to get out of their contract by getting married.

WILDFLOWER 🌧️🎀 — After losing Alexei, Yelena is consumed by grief, but Bucky’s unwavering support becomes her refuge, igniting an unexpected connection between them.

BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

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YOUR HEADER IS AWESOME!! I love that drawing by Alexei Leonov it’s sooooo cool and I’m glad someone else also enjoys :D the colors and shapes are so pretty

THANK YOU! 🪐 As a certified shapes and colors (and outer space) enthusiast, I think it's perfect and I'm so glad you like it too 🌠

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Where is your banner from I've never seen that before

Wow, never thought anyone would ask, but: it's a colourized screenshot of a scene from the 1965-66 New Year's broadcast of Голубой огонёк ("Little Blue Light"), a Soviet musical variety show that aired around the holidays. Here's the episode in full (could only find it in B&W):

That year's broadcast featured guest appearances by cosmonauts Yuri Gagarin, Pavel Belyayev and Alexei Leonov; for the uninitiated, the latter two are the guys in my header.

I just used it on a whim so I didn't look like a spambot immediately after moving accounts.

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Here’s a little intro/pinned post that I’ll probably edit later.

Hey, I go by Alex on here sometimes Alexei since it’s in my username, but that’s just a silly little musical reference. Most info is in my header, but in short I’m a queer physics major with chronic pain and many niche silly little interests.

Here are my different tags:

#alexei’s silly little thoughts : any original posts of mine

#silly little thoughts : other people’s posts that give off the same vibe as my lighthearted “silly little” original posts

#alexei’s silly little ✨chronic illness✨ : chronically ill/disabled/chronic pain stuff

#alexei’s educational ramblings : original posts (or additions to reblogged posts) that are geared more towards educating others on a topic.

#educational ramblings : other people’s educational posts

#alexei’s… aro? ace? idk : I’m somewhere on the aro and ace spectrums (more ace than aro, but still somewhere). I only figured this out like a year ago, so me questioning stuff or just talking about being aro/ace-spec.

#alexei’s favs : My favorite original posts, so they’re not lost in the alexei’s silly little thoughts tag.

#alexei’s silly little art : my art

#🌸silly little art🌸 : other people’s art

#🌸silly little comics🌸 : people’s cool comics

#don’t you… forget about me : my “to reference/come back to later” tag

Others are pretty self explanatory like #quotes, #cicadas, #queer, #trans, #chronically ill, #disabled, etc. you can see them in my featured tags.

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𐙚⋆.˚ introduction -

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1 .. creds

2 .. guidelines & rules

3 .. info about me !!

4 .. my writing

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i would like to give credits to @/easytiger-xo for the 8-ball divider!! i also would like to thank @/cherryonigiri for a tut on how to make the brown/pink dividers <33 i also feel i need to give a whole lot of credit to @/taelophone for inspiring the 3photo header and this whole blog in general haha!!

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im a pretty new writer so i dont have a lot of experience with writing a lot of things, but i know some things im not comfortable writing about are daddy/mommy kinks, any excretory kinks (im not sure if thats the right word so im sorry!!), any incest, ed, sh, and anything about age play.

i would like to clarify, if i write anything about minors (ex. dave lizewski) atj was an adult at the time of filming kick-ass, and as long as the point of view i am writing from is approximately the same age as the character, i am fine with writing it (unless it is with characters who are 15 or younger, since i also believe majority of characters portrayed in media that are 15 or younger are made to look and act less mature than a 16+ year old portrayed in media) i will not, however, write fanfic about real-life minors, only tv shows/movies if the actor/actress was an adult at the time of filming.

please know that i can and will refuse to write anything i am not comfortable with, this is my blog and these are my works.

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please know that i am not a very good writer, and english is very much not my first language, so if there is typos or grammar mistakes or anything that does not make sense, please let me know through a message or an ask so i can fix it.

if you would like to critique my writing, feel free to do so via messages or inbox, but please refrain from negative things about my character. i am always looking for constructive criticism!!

i also did get a lot of my writing knowledge from old wattpad 😔 if the writing is horrible, thats my fault.

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as i mentioned above, i am not a very good writer, but this section is mainly about people i write about.

i write about:

dave lizewski

alexei vronsky

billy hargrove

tate langdon

luigi mangione

please note that i will not write about luigi mangione as much, since the case is going on and i am still undecided about whether or not i am comfortable with writing about him.

i am not that good at writing smut, but if someone requests, i will try my best!

i can/will add to this list according to asks/messages as well as my own personal preferences.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ masterlist ..

i hope you guys enjoy this blog as much as i do, and i will try to write as much as possible especially with summer coming up at the time i am writing this!!

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alexei popyrin headers? <3

here <3

- off: requests closed because i have more than 10 in my ask. but i’ll reopen soon!!

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When Harper's Bazarr magazine gets organised

The year 1934 was no ordinary year for Harper's magazine. The magazine's fashion editor, Carmel Snow, invited graphic designer Alexey brodovtich to take over as artistic director. What ensued was a radical change in the magazine's identity, with covers and layouts that were highly innovative for the time. Each more audacious than the last, they represented an unprecedented visual bazaar for readers. So, are theses compositions, which at first seem disordered in composition, it not based on a traditional grille, really that disordered?

The bazaar of the magazine is first and foremost the arrival of new proposals on a magazine market that is very rigid in its compositional possibilities, and thus a bazaar (in the sense of a revolution) in the field of fashion magazines. Alexey Brodovitsch revolutionised the graphic style, detaching himself from illustration and painting and creating a mode of communication for the magazine based on the typography/photography relationship. These magazine layouts clearly did not have a common composition grid for the entire layout of each issue. At first look, this can create a certain lack of visual coherence between the different issues. What's more, even though all the magazines use the same iconographic medium, the different photographs are taken by a wide variety of photographers. This diversifies the framing of the photos, and the layout of the texts is built around the photos, so the compositions of the double pages are sometimes radically different visually.

Harper's Bazaar has no visible composition grid for all its layouts, but art director Alexey Brodovitch has establish a very precise editorial line. The layout of the magazine is managed as a whole [figure 1], with Alexey Brodovitch working on his layouts by visualising them all at the same time. There are various reasons for this, but the main one is to achieve harmony within the same issue, although the text and image compositions can be quite heterogeneous. In this way, a truly distinctive identity is established. What's more, the magazine's bazaar tells a story: the composition of the images in relation to the text becomes narrative, and alexey brodovtich introduces the notion of temporality to this medium. Each double page is a sequence focusing on a specific theme or subject in the editorial line of the issue in question. The position of each double page in the magazine is carefully thought out and organised [figure 1], and this helps to create a story that transports readers. For the cover of the issue ... [figure 2] it's not just a question of showing a dress, but of telling a story, that of a daring woman in search of altitude or a dream. In this way, the unconventional arrangement of elements (non-linar and in height) helps to create a most innovative discourse. As far as the covers are concerned, it's true that there is a wide variety of compositions and visuals in all the issues (found the number of covers produced under the direction of Alexey Brodovitch), but they are all structured by the headline of the magazine, which forms the basis of the composition. In some covers, the textual and iconographic elements interact with the lettering that forms the header.

This feeling of an organised bazaar is also thanks to the fact that Alexey Brodovitch divided the magazine's work between management and autonomy. As art director, he had a clear vision, but gave his collaborators a great deal of freedom of expression. This balanced approach encouraged the emergence of innovative ideas while maintaining a coherent aesthetic for the magazine. It's true that for a reader of the 40s, this magazine might have seemed particularly disorganised visually. But in reality, this deconstruction of classic compositional codes was to become the model for the fashion magazine. And so the bazaar was seen as the example to be followed in a meticulous and calculated way.

Figure 1 : Alexey Brodovitch organising the pages of Haper's Bazaar magazine.

Figure 2 : Haper’s Bazaar Magazine cover, December 1959

Haper’s Bazaar Magazine

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Okay, uhm *kinda thunderbolts spoilers ahead*

Can I please request something with (beefy thunderbolts) Bucky Barnes and a shy sweet female reader (maybe grumpy x sunshine)

With the prompts: “hell, okay shit that actually really fucking hurts.”, “just let me help you... please”

Valentina brought the reader to the tower as a new team member. The reader has healing powers and is so shy but kind and polite, everyone likes her. Bucky and the reader are falling for each other but of course they are not admitting it. Like glances from the other side of the room and the reader is so flustered. Somehow Bucky gets her to talk more and more (when the reader feels safe and trusts him, she talks like a waterfall) and they become friends.

Later the team is send to a mission and the enemies attacking the reader and Bucky runs infront of her to protect her and gets shot, then he fights with one of the the enemy. When he turns around to the reader (to check if she is okay) he gets distracted and Bucky gets stabbed. He fell to his knees and Alexei brings Bucky and the reader to the tower and went back to the others.

The reader brings Bucky to her room and is cleaning his wounds at first and takes care of him. Bucky notices that her hands are shaking and her eyes are full with tears (the reader thinks it's her fault but it's really not). He is comforting her and soothes her and she starts to heal him.

A moment later he is so caring and soft and they confess their feelings to each other 🥺❤️

I'm so sorry I got carried away, tell me if it’s too detailed or if you want an other scenario

Thank you so much 😌❤️

Not Your Fault » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Female Reader with the Thunderbolts

Summary: Bucky gets injured while he’s trying to protect you during a mission and you feel like it’s your fault and he assures you that it’s not your fault.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, blood, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: @jackys-stuff-blog thank you for the lovely request🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you rode the elevator to the main room of the tower with Valentina. You got startled a little bit by the ding of the elevator when the doors opened. You followed Valentina out of the elevator and into the main room where there was a small group of people. The Thunderbolts gathered around when they seen Valentina.

“What do you want, Valentina?” Yelena asks with annoyance in her voice.

“I have a new team member for you guys.” Valentina says.

They looked over at you. You gave them a shy smile and a small wave. Valentina nudged you with her shoulder as a way of telling you to introduce yourself to them.

“I’m Y/N.” You finally introduced yourself to them.

“Enjoy your new team member.” Valentina says.

The Thunderbolts watched Valentina leave before turning their attention back to you. They all introduced themselves to you. They’re all really nice to you, but you still feel shy around them, which they don’t mind.

“Do you have powers or abilities we need to know about?” Yelena asks.

“I have healing powers.” You tell them.

“So you can heal cuts and stuff like that?” John asks.

“That’s what healing powers do, Walker.” Ava says.

Bucky was staring at you with heart eyes as you shyly talked to everyone. He thinks your shyness is cute.

“Would you like a tour of the place?” Bucky asks.

You nodded and smiled. Bucky showed you all around the tower, showing you to your bedroom last.

“And this is your room.” Bucky says as you followed him in the room.

“Where’s your room?” You curiously asked.

“My room is right next door.” He says, pointing to the right.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound weird or creepy. I was just curious.” You nervously rambled.

“It’s ok. I don’t think it’s weird or creepy at all. You’re welcome to come to my room at anytime of the night if you need anything late at night.” He says.

“Ok.” You replied softly and shyly.

“Do you have any questions?” He asks.

“Not right now, but I’ll let you know if I do.” You answered.

———

It didn’t take you long to adjust to living in the tower. Bucky made it easier for you to adjust too. Everyone loves you, especially Bucky. You hangout and talk to him more than the rest of the team. You and him have become best friends with the short amount of time you’ve been living there. He has gotten you to come out of your shell a little bit. Once he gets you talking, you don’t stop talking. Bucky listens to every word you say with the look of adoration on his face. Also, you have a huge crush on Bucky and he feels the same way about you, but neither of you have admitted to it yet. The team has noticed it too.

Right now, you and Bucky are watching movies. Actually, you fell asleep in the middle of the third movie. So did Bucky. Bucky woke up to the TV lighting up the living room and you snuggled up against him. He smiles at you before checking the time on his watch. It’s later than either of you expected. Bucky shut the TV off and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your bedroom. He gently laid you down on your bed and covered you up with a blanket. In your sleep, you reached a hand out and grabbed Bucky’s arm before he could walk away. He decided to stay in your room for the night. There’s no harm in that, right? It’s just for one night. Bucky got in bed next to you and protectively wrapped his arms around you.

“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky whispers softly and kisses your cheek.

———

A few days later, you, Bucky, and the team had to go on a mission. You guys had a meeting before it and then suited up. During the mission, Bucky tried his best to protect you and do his part of the mission at the same time. While you were doing your part of the mission, Bucky sees someone aiming their gun at you. His eyes went wide and he ran over to you, shielding you from the bullet. Bucky got shot while he was shielding you from the bullet. Then he turned around to check on you. You had a look on your face like you were about to start freaking out.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I-I am now.” You stuttered in a shaky voice. “I didn’t see that guy.” You say.

“It’s ok. It happens.” He says.

You nodded. While Bucky was making sure you were ok, he wasn’t paying attention to anything around him. The guy who tried to shoot you, walked over to you and Bucky, stabbing him next to where he was shot. Your eyes widened in horror as he fell to his knees in pain.

“Bucky!” You screamed.

You dropped to your knees to check on him. You looked down to see his hand on his lower abdomen. You seen blood seeping behind his fingers. Your eyes teared up. Bucky noticed.

“Don’t cry, babydoll. I’m fine.” Bucky manages to say and then winces in pain.

“You’re bleeding.” Is all you say.

Alexei wasn’t too far from where you and Bucky are when he saw Bucky on his knees and in pain. He ran over to you guys. Without asking what happened, Alexei helped Bucky up and took him back to the tower. You followed beside them. Alexei took Bucky to your bedroom and helped him in your bed.

“Thank you, Alexei.” You say.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” Alexei replies.

Alexei left your bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him. You got the first aid kit from your bathroom and sat down on the bed next to Bucky. Normally, Bucky can tolerate pain, but it hurts a lot more this time than it did in the past.

“Hell, ok, shit. That actually fucking hurts.” Bucky groans in pain, his hand still on his abdomen where he got shot and stabbed.

“Just let me help you… please?” You say softly.

Bucky nods and takes his hand off his abdomen. He leans up just enough to take his shirt off, wincing in pain as he did so. Your eyes teared up again when you see where he was shot and stabbed. You started with wiping the excess blood from his wounds and then put alcohol on both wounds so they didn’t get infected.

“Fuck!” He winces at the sting of the alcohol.

As you continued to clean his wounds, you couldn’t help but feel like this is your fault. If you have seen that guy who did this to Bucky, he wouldn’t be in this position right now. Bucky looks down, watching you clean his wounds, noticing that your hands are shaking. He also seen tears in your eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babydoll?” Bucky asks softly, putting his hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. I’m so sorry.” You apologized profusely, your voice cracking and tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, doll.” He says.

“Yes I do. This is my fault. This shouldn’t have happened to you. I should’ve been paying attention.” You say.

Bucky props himself up on his vibranium elbow and cups your cheek with his right hand, wincing in pain as he sat up.

“I want you to listen to me when I say this, ok?” He begins. “This is not in any way your fault.” He assures softly.

“It feels like it.” You say.

“It could’ve happened to any one of us. If this happened to you, I would’ve dropped everything to patch you up.” He says softly. “I want you to understand that this is not your fault, ok?” He assures softly again.

“Ok.” You replied in a whisper.

Bucky wiped your tears away while looking deep in your eyes. Something about staring in Bucky’s blue eyes felt calming to you. He leaned up more and kissed you passionately. Now you definitely feel calmer. It’s like every worry you had in you left your body the second you felt Bucky’s soft lips on yours.

“How do you feel now?” Bucky asks softly.

“Calmer.” You answered softly.

“Good.” He replies softly.

Bucky lays back on the bed so you can finish cleaning up his wounds.

“I’m going to heal you now, ok?” You say softly.

“Ok.” Bucky replies.

“It shouldn’t hurt.” You say.

Bucky nods and looks down, watching as you hovered your hands over his wounds. A bright light shines in your hands as you healed his wounds. It took a few seconds to heal his wounds and then he was good as new and not in pain anymore. You moved your hands away to check the area of his abdomen where his wounds were. The wounds weren’t there anymore. He’s healed.

“How do you feel?” You asked.

“I’m not in pain anymore.” Bucky says.

“Good. That’s good.” You say softly.

You cleaned up everything and put away the first aid kit. Bucky noticed your hands were shaking again and your eyes were tearing up.

“Hey, look at me.” Bucky whispers. “I’m fine now.” He whispers again.

“I thought you were going to die before I got the chance to tell you that I love you.” You say, your voice cracking and your eyes tearing up again.

“You love me?” He asks, making sure he heard you right.

You nodded and sniffled.

“I love you too, doll.” Bucky says softly, cupping your cheeks.

You smiled when he said that. Bucky dips his head down to kiss you. This kiss had more passion in it than the first kiss.

“Be mine?” He asks in almost a whisper.

“I would love to be yours, Bucky.” You say softly.

Bucky smiles and kisses you once more.

“Thank you for healing me.” He says softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, Bucky. I would’ve healed you no matter what.” You say with a smile.

-Bucky’s Doll

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