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Hunting Season (sambucky) – Part 1

Fake Dating AU

Series Masterlist

Summary: The Barnes family is your average rich people circus. With Bucky’s post-breakup financial depression, and a literal treasure hunt at stake, his best friend Sam finds himself in a mad situation in order to help him. They sure can pretend to be together, but that’s just the easy part.

A/N: You want some clichés? I’ll give you some clichés! Fake Dating, friends to lovers, asshole ex-boyfriend, only one bed, mutual pinning, slowburn, you name it :) Also rich!Bucky headcanon because I can.

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The night before.

"What is it this time?" Sam answered the phone, preparing for the rant he was about to hear.

On the other end, Bucky sighed heavily.

"Everything?"

Sam kept his chuckle in as he poured the freshly cooked spaghetti on a plate.

"That's a new one." He rolled his eyes, "Is he still calling you or something?"

"Yeah, and... God, I think I might take him up on his offer."

Although his friend's tone was extremely off-putting, Sam knew him too well and was certain that Bucky wasn't being serious. He was just saying it to be dramatic because he felt trapped. Still, he needed to be reminded that there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Wilson placed the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could take his meal to the table which was a few steps away from the actual kitchen zone.

"No, you won't." Sam reminded him.

"I might!"

Bucky didn't sound honest, but he sounded desperate. He had broken up with the world's biggest, most monumental jerk a hundred times before, yet for various financial and emotional reasons, Bucky had also returned to the man too many times. Sam knew there was an emotional bond, a toxic one, but never asked to what extent, he just made sure Bucky didn't fall back into his webs. Recently, though, it seemed as if he had come to his senses; hadn't picked up the phone when the devil's name came up on his screen for weeks, didn't even mention the master manipulator in a long time.

Sam sat at the small table and put his phone on speaker, next to his food.

"You can't just go back for his money, man."

"Well, I can't keep crashing at my parents’ house, either." Barnes replied with more anguish than Sam had expected.

He sounded like he was fed up with the whole living situation. Although the Barnes weren't necessarily bad, they were inherently overwhelming and controlling people with whom Bucky had already spent eighteen miserable years; Sam understood how downright exhausting it must be to go back to them for help, and he understood why he hated it there. He probably had just gotten into an argument, but Sam still felt empathy towards his poor friend, because Sam's parents were the nicest people on earth- sure, they pried and judged from time to time, but only the normal parental amount. He couldn't imagine growing up in the Barnes' house.

So instead of spurring out laments and empathic hums, he focused on finding Bucky a solution, reminding him there was a way out of the mansion-trap.

"What about that job?"

"I didn't get it." There was a hearable stop, followed by a groan, "I don't know what else to do, I don't know how much longer I can stay here!"

As he worked his brain, Sam shoved a forkfull of spaghetti into his mouth, using the time he was chewing to concoct a quick solution. His friend just needed some caring aid, and Sam was good with home finances, he's good at being responsible and setting down instructions. He's a college professor after all, so giving orders and helping people in confusing times was wired into his bones.

He swallowed before speaking, "Tell you what, why don't you come over and we'll figure something out?"

-

Sam was just finished doing his single dish in his single apartment when Bucky got there. He opened the door and found the resemblance of a lost puppy.

"Thank you."

The host ushered him inside, and while Bucky closed the door behind him, Sam returned to the kitchen to finish putting everything away.

"Don't thank me yet. We need to come up with a plan." He turned to him with a mildly disappointing glance, for he was expecting a disappointing answer, "Just to be clear: no savings?"

"Nope." Bucky popped his 'p' with exaggerated defeat.

"Remind me to call you an idiot later."

"Will do." He nodded.

While Sam put away the now clean pan on the bottom counter, James found himself shame-walking to the table. He sat down, extended his arms over the furniture and let his head drop with self-pity.

"What about your folks, are they really not willing to help out?" Sam tried.

"They won't give me a single penny."

"Can't say that I'm surprised."

As soon as Wilson headed towards his friend, he noticed Bucky was waiting for him to be able to stay one hundred percent attentive. He was fidgeting with his fingers and bouncing his leg up and down, looking way too nervous for being around Sam, his best friend whom he trusted more than anyone. So, Sam got the severity of the issue and sat down on the table with him.

"Listen..." Bucky began, although he missed Sam's eye contact on purpose, "I was thinking... and I know that you've already supported me enough, but maybe... you could, uh... Lend me some money?" Suddenly, his face contorted in anguish as he was clearly embarrassed to even ask; before Sam could respond, he started rambling, "Just to get my own place, and I promise I'll pay you back as soon as I get some stability."

Sam tilted his head with sympathy.

"Of course I can lend you some money. But it's still a risky shot, dude."

Seeing him shrug, Sam noticed the evident sadness and surrender in James' face, and Sam wondered if it had been the devil ex or the Barnes who had sucked the hope out of him.

"It's all I got. I can't stand my parents any longer."

Sam nodded, and they fell into some silence. The discomfort coming from Bucky's end of the table was palpable, so Sam attempted to ease some of the tension.

"You can always just leave the country and go live with your sister." He joked.

The way Bucky looked at him with a small smile, Sam could read the gratefulness in his eyes.

"Nah, I could never leave you." Barnes taunted back, "You'd crumble."

"Yeah, that's it." Sam looked away with lifted, disbelieving eyebrows, "Definitely not the other way around."

He got a chuckle out of his best friend, and in comparison to the glim aura that had been surrounding him the last minutes, it was a relieving sound

" 'sides, she wouldn't get off my back either." Bucky added, "Rebecca's not an option."

Once again, silence dropped on them, only this time it was a pensive one. It didn't take long for Sam to have the best idea he'd had yet.

"Drink?" he offered.

"Please."

-

"I'm telling you, I can't seem to do anything right." Bucky admitted in between sips of wine, "The more I try to fix my shit, the more I mess it up, and that's Brock's cue to jump right back into the picture and offer an easy way out."

"You can't let him control you." His friend reminded him, "You're better than that."

Bucky had heard that speech a hundred times, and a hundred times he had lowered his head with shameful agreement, like a toddler being reprimanded and responding with the generic You're right, I'll do better. However, this time, Barnes was honest. Too honest, for Sam's taste, actually. Staring into nothingness as if illuminated by some divine realization of disappointment, he clacked his tongue.

"See, I don't know that I am."

Sam, on his part, was having none of that.

"Yes, you are. You've just made some very questionable choices." He slurred, and only then did Bucky realize how drunk his friend had gotten over the past hour, "And you wanna know why?"

With the last question went a very unpreoccupied hand gesture, employing the hand which held the glass of red wine like he'd forgotten the wine was even there, and therefore almost spilling it all over his carpet.

Bucky cringed and reached for the now turned dangerous beverage.

"I think that's enough wine for you." He laughed, trying to pry the glass away.

"Because you never listen to me!" Sam ignored him, which was Bucky's cue to effectively grab it and leave it on the coffee table, "I told you not to let him pay for stuff in the first place. Told you if he owns everything you share, he owns you."

The words, Bucky remembered from many times prior. The harsh tone, though, was relatively new.

"It just sort of happened." He shrugged, "I lost my job and suddenly..."

As Bucky lost his trail, Sam filled in with amusement, "You became a housewife from, like, the 1950's."

Barnes smirked in an attempt to lighten the mood, and escape the current lecture he was receiving, "Why is that bad?"

Unfortunately for him, Sam was not playing along.

"Because you can't hand them your independence. Not to your parents, not to Brock Fucking Rumlow, not to anyone. You know what's worth more than money?"

"Let me guess, my freedom?"

"Your dignity." Sam laid out the words with much more seriousness any drunk man should be able to convey.

Silence followed the rough declaration, and Bucky sat back. He pursed his lips at the ground, feeling even more judged in that apartment than in his parents' house. At least, they nagged about things that were insignificant to him, but what Sam had just dropped was a truth-bomb that resonated with his deepest concerns.

"That hurt." He admitted.

He wasn't upset, and even less with Sam. This was what he needed to hear, after all, and he could always trust Sam to be responsible and hones, but that didn't mean he would sleep on that sentence until he made some real changes in his life.

"It's just the truth." Sam grinned with somewhat lament as he reached for more wine.

-

The day of.

Sam woke up the next morning with the smell of fresh breakfast, and a hangover. When he managed to get on his feet, he walked down to the living room, where he found Bucky preparing something in the kitchen. Last night's events came back to him at the sight of his face: his cry for help, one late night talk and lots of wine. That's pretty much all that came to mind, which made him wonder what his drunk persona had put Bucky through.

"Morning, pal!" the voice made him jump a bit.

Bucky seemed cheery, which meant that he'd woken up hangover-free, and that drunk Sam hadn't been a pain in his ass. Sam felt he could relax.

"Did I really pass out on red wine in my own couch?" he groaned, scratching the back of his head.

Walking closer, he recognized what Bucky was preparing as french toasts, and his rumbling stomach felt grateful.

"Like a grandpa." Bucky confirmed with a mocking tone.

"Jesus Christ." Sam sighed.

"Don't let your dad hear you say the Lord's name in vain."

The warning reminded Sam of Bucky's parental situation. Bucky was one of Sam’s few friends who knew Sam's parents, and they'd gotten along many times, whereas Sam had never even met the Barnes. He knew Rebecca, but that was about it, and he figured they must be real characters if Bucky kept them away from him.

Sam let his body fall flat onto the couch, and covered his eyes with his arm rather dramatically, "I'm slowly spiraling down into a mediocre professor's life."

"You're not a mediocre professor and you don't have a mediocre life." Bucky denied him the right to self-loathe.

"I disagree. Your problems are the highlight of my week."

"Stop moaning and eat up."

As Sam raised his arm to peak, he found a plate of french toasts and a cup of orange juice being offered to him.

He gave Bucky a look of ultimate gratefulness as he mumbled a thank you and received the food.

Suddenly he appreciated more than ever that his friend was good at cooking, even though it probably came from a tragic backstory like his many childhood maids taught him in order to replace the absence of his parents or something.

"Least I could do." Bucky reckoned, meaning the fact that Sam had welcomed him into his home and offered to help him with his financial situation, "This, and dragging you to bed last night."

Sam visibly cringed before taking a big bite, "Did I say really dumb stuff?"

Bucky reflected on that idea for a hot second. Sam had, as a matter of fact, spilled out some truths, but Bucky didn't want to embarrass him, so he simply let it go.

He chuckled instead, "Nah, just the usual stupidity."

On his way to prepare some coffee, he checked his phone and noticed he'd received a text: we need to talk.

-

He knew what this was about. Which was the reason why he told his parents to meet him for lunch, some place they would approve of, after he'd had time to tidy up and borrow some of Sam's clothes. All just to minimize the judgement he was about to endure.

As soon as he sat down on the restaurant table, Barnes father hit him with that familiar severity.

"Where did you spend the night?"

"A hotel room." Bucky replied.

"You can't afford one."

"And I have you to thank for that." The tone quickly shifted to one of mutual accusations, "You're the one who cancelled all my cards."

"James." His mother joined the conversation in an attempt to get Bucky to lower said tone.

"It’s fine. I'm gonna crash at a friend's house.” Bucky directed the eased words to his mother, "Until I get on my own feet- which I will."

"A friend?" the dad interrupted, "Is that what you're doing now to pay for a roof over your head?"

Bucky raised his eyebrows, unamused, "Are you calling me a whore?"

"James, your father and I are worried." The woman reached over the table for her son's hands, "We want you to get yourself out of this... low spot. And last night, you proved your immaturity to us by throwing a tantrum and running away."

"Wasn't a tantrum." James retrieved his hands from his mother's grasp, "Look, if you're not going to help me out financially, then I see no reason to indulge your criticism. Otherwise it's just free abuse."

The older man rolled his eyes, "Always the drama king."

A cloud of silence fell upon the three people, thankfully soon joined by a waitress who took their orders. After they all delivered their monotone words and handed the lady their menus, Barnes father went back to the same topic.

"So, who's paying for your stuff?"

Bucky sat back on his chair, "Oh, we're still on that."

"Just wanna know how much I owe the poor soul. You keep forcing your financial situation on people, you're gonna run out of friends."

Eventually, James found himself in a tight spot. Whatever answer he gave his father, the man wouldn't be satisfied. His own son begging for money was beyond simple disappointment. The only time George Barnes had approved of Bucky depending on someone was when Brock Rumlow owned his life, because Brock was a family friend and a fine young man. Naturally, an opportunity popped into Bucky's head.

"Well, he's not a friend." He announced, earning attentive looks from both his parents, "He's, uh... we're a couple. He's not lending me money, we're sort of... living together."

Something in their eyes told Bucky they weren't buying it.

"Since when?" the mother asked.

"It's been sporadic. But we're stable."

George Barnes narrowed his eyes, "I take it it's not Rumlow."

"No, I told you, that's over." Bucky shook his head.

"Then I wanna meet this guy."

"Oh, invite him over to Nana's." The woman clapped her hands together.

The simple thought of the upcoming family vacation made him lose his appetite. Every year during spring break, the Barnes would get together for some quality time at their grandparents’ lake house. Bucky figured that this year, he probably would spend one or two weeks there before he could manage an excuse to leave. That was before he made up a fictional boyfriend, though, and the biggest problem was he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring.

"He has plans for the break." He lied.

Winnifred gave him a look that yelled incomprehension, as if she was incapable of fathoming the idea of someone not wanting to join their plans. "He can cancel them, he'll have more fun at the lake house anyways!"

"It's just that-"

"He'd love it.” Her voice began doing that thing where she sounded like she was genuinely begging, instead of simply manipulating, “And maybe you two could win Nana's hunt this year."

Now that caught Bucky’s attention. That actually made him reconsider everything. The Barnes had some very odd traditions, some Bucky loved and some he despised; but there was one in particular he had very mixed sentiments about, and which now presented itself like lifeboat.

"Right. The hunt." He trailed off, contemplating the possibility of participating in the godforsaken annual hunt.

"So what's he do?" his father’s words snapped him back.

"Huh?"

"Your boyfriend. What does he do?"

Bucky swallowed hard. In a moment of complete panic, his blank mind went to the easiest way out: the person who had actually offered his house to him for the night. Sam’s occupation was the only thing that popped into his head.

"He's a... professor.” He blurted out without much thought, “University."

"That's lovely." His mother approved.

Shit. It only then occurred to him that he was effectively making up a boyfriend, job and all, which meant he certainly couldn’t get away from it now. And it would only get worse as he dug into his lie deeper and deeper.

"What do I call him?" the older man asked.

Once again, Bucky found himself gulping.

-

"You told them what?!" Sam exclaimed.

Bucky sat with his head down in shame, while Sam paced around his own apartment, furiously.

"I'm sorry." Barnes said truthfully.

"You could've dragged anyone along with your dumb plans.” Sam ignored him and continued scolding him. “Why me?"

The appellee sighed, "It was an ambush, Sam, you should've seen it."

"I don't care!"

"They were asking me all these questions, it felt like a fucking quizz!” Bucky’s lamenting state turned much more hectic as he tried to explain his actions, “I panicked, I don't know, it just came out."

A big breath of disappointment shook Sam’s chest. Of course, he tried to understand Bucky when it came to his family. He did his best. But this was too much, for now that pressure had been transported to Sam. The weight relied on Sam’s shoulders as a whole. Still, he figured there was no way out of the hole Bucky had dug for the both of us. If the Barnes thought Sam was their son’s boyfriend, then that’s what he was. At least, until Bucky found an exit for both of them.

Reflecting on how this would be the last favor he would ever do for his friend, and at the same time acknowledging that was just a lie he told himself, Sam sat next to Bucky, who seemed expectant of more judgement. Much to his surprise, Sam’s words weren’t harsh.

"I take it they wanna meet the boyfriend." He said, a lot more nonchalantly than either of them expected.

Bucky looked at him with wide eyes, "Shit, are you serious? Would you do that for me?"

"Yeah, wouldn't be the first time I get you out of trouble." Sam ran a hand down his face.

"Sam, you’re-“

"The best, I know.” Wilson glanced up at the ceiling for strength, laying back on his couch, “So when do we have to put on a show?"

There was a brief silence, only interrupted by the sound of Bucky’s fingernails scratching the back of his head, which dropped another wave of tension upon the pair.

"That's the thing." Bucky cringed.

"What's the thing?"

"You know my family's lake house?" he tempted.

"No. No, no, no!” Sam found himself standing up at the mere thought of what he knew he was being asked, “I am not going to the middle of rich nowhere with you and your folks."

"It would only be a week.” Bucky raised his voice with a plea, earning a look of disbelief from Sam who felt like a week was not worthy of being introduced by the word ‘only’, “But, with a bunch of family members."

Samuel shook his head, clear disbelief plastered on his features.

"You don't realize how insane you sound right now."

"Hear me out, this is a good thing. Just... listen.” Bucky raised his hands in defense, “You know how my grandfather left his fortune to Nana?”

Doing his absolute best to stay open-minded, Sam nodded. Perhaps Bucky was headed somewhere with his explanation.

“Well, she has this... odd way of getting rid of it."

"The hell you talking about?" Sam frowned, growing inpatient.

"I never told you ‘cause it made me sound even more of a trust fund baby."

"Which you are."

"Point taken.” Bucky tilted his head with acceptance before he continued, “But this is good for both of us. She hates giving out her money, but she has no use for it, so she... makes it into a game every year."

Sam remained quiet, becoming more and more upset because he started getting an idea of what this was about: money and his family’s eccentric behaviors. And of course, Bucky meant to bring Sam into both of those things.

"I hate your family."

Bucky couldn’t hold back a tiny smirk, "You won't when you find out how much the prize is."

Suddenly, Sam found himself considering the offer. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm listening." He said, unprepared for the number he was about to hear.

"Four million dollars.” Bucky laid out like he was pitching him a job offer, which, in some twisted way, it was, “We split it, I can get back on my own feet, gain my independence... and you get two millions for being such a good friend."

The amount of money was too much for a family game. The idea sounded too ridiculous for any normal family. But then again, these were the Barnes. Therefore, while Sam was having a hard time processing the information, he blinked fast, maintaining eye contact with Bucky, almost as if waiting for his friend to break character and reveal that this was all a joke.

"Two million dollars?" Sam confirmed.

"Two million each." Bucky nodded, expectant.

Sam had to sit back down, but not next to Bucky this time. He sat on the coffee table, still digesting it. The prize was more than what he made in a year. And it really seemed like this was Bucky’s best solution to all his problems.

"And it's a game?" Sam asked with that same cautious tone.

"Yeah, it's a... treasure hunt.” Barnes shrugged, “With, like, challenges and stuff. She cooks up the entire thing in her twisted little mind."

Sam nodded, at nothing really, but just as a manner of expressing that he had processed everything properly.

"But we'd have to pretend for a full week and actually win the thing."

"Nana loves me, 've always been her favorite. You butter her up, she'll give us the cheats. Make it easy for us."

The man nodded again, this time with purpose, "Okay."

"Okay?" Bucky raised his eyebrows with hope.

"Okay." Sam raised his voice before he could regret the choice, "Let's get this prize."

[ljholliday]

HELLO WORLD, I’M YOUR WILD GIRL!

WHO: lj mf holliday with mentions of brock remington, her MOM, dan schuester, and some other show choir bitches. WHEN: tuesday, 1/5 WHERE: the choir room WHAT: lj has a horrible attendance record. with the start of a new semester and senior year approaching, brock remington decides to do something about it. lj complies.

LJ HOLLIDAY WAS ALL ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL. after thelma and louise, her favorite movie was almost famous, and she walked through life like she was an extra in the cast, like she was someone great just waiting to be discovered. it wasn’t difficult for that chilled, swaggering exterior to crumble though. underneath it all she was just a seventeen year old kid, and that was apparent by the rapid bobbing of her leg first thing monday morning when she was called into brock remington’s office. she’d been in trouble at school before, but it was embarrassing she’d managed to land herself in the hotseat at a school her mom had such strong ties to.

brock remington’s news hit her like a bad migraine. she’d missed so much school doing whatever the fuck, it was likely she wouldn’t graduate on time. the idea of that in itself was fucking horrifying. lj had been held back once before back in middle school, and she wasn’t about to do it again when she could taste her senior year. “lucky” for lj, brock was willing to bargain. if she were to join a school sanctioned activity and promised not to miss any more class, he’d be willing to make an exception. ad as much as she dreaded joining a club, like a sane person, lj took the deal.

the very next day it landed her in mckinley’s famed choir room. lj wasn’t huge into glee club, but she needed something. so what better than joining her mom’s group and dan schuester’s merry band of misfits. lj didn’t have a great voice, but she could sing on key and as long as she had an instrument to hide behind, she was set. at least if she were a trouble tone, she’d only have to be in one number per competition, and it would only be her mom she had to listen to-- not dan schuester. as much as lj didn’t wanna fuckin’ do an audition, her mom was pretty uncompromising, which left her standing before a pair of what felt like a million eyes. suddenly, lj didn’t want to be a rockstar anymore. . .

this was different than her performance with lljj, she wasn’t the center of attention then and she could just sit in the back, tucked away behind her drumset. right now now it felt like she was a piece of meat for the more snobby of the bunch to devour and laugh at how she didn’t sound like a rachel berry or a mercedes jones. even though her mom had promised her that she would get in, she was fuckin nervous. now came the shitty part. flipping her guitar around from being strung around her back to now resting at her front, she cleared her throat, “hey i’m lj. . . i heard it was girl group week.” she began. maybe if she could be quippy prior to her performance, they’d go easier on her. “as a fan of women myself, i picked a song by the ulitimate girl group.” trying not to focus too much on all the eyes, lj cleared her throat and caught ruby’s gaze. the girl shot her a thumbs up, as just behind her, she could hear her mom whispering, “she’s actually really good dan.” again, she cleared her throat, “right, so, this is cherry bomb by the runaways.” the glee kids politely clapped, though ruby zizes’ wooping wasn’t lost on her.

she placed her fingers on the neck of the guitar and began the opening notes of the song. the band kids quickly joined in with her, and she felt herself growing a little more comfortable. she stood in place bopping to the beat before crackling out a ‘can’t stay at home can’t stay at school’  lj might not have had the clearest voice in the world, but she could play a mean guitar part.or any instrument really. if she could focus on that, maybe she’d get through. the less she looked at those occupying the room, the more relaxed she became. this song was one part yelling, one part sick instrumentals, and mostly about the attitude. by the second chorus, she had loosened up enough to the point that she was thrashing around, tossing her hair about, and embodying the essence of joan jett. so much so, she was confident enough to stop between joey hummel-anderson and jaz evans to interact with them in the midst of her guitar solo, complete with the angsty moaning sounds from the original song.

as she finished out her guitar solo and rounded back to her next hello daddy, hello mom-- lj swung her guitar around to settle on her back so by hello world, i’m your wild girl she could hop up onto a chair, tilt it’s back to the ground and run off of it towards the piano where her mom and dan stood. when the chorus repeated, lj predictably cast a wink in her mom’s direction on the second hello mom, before adjusting her guitar for the third time so she could continue playing it by hey, street boy, what some style?

with the song coming to a close and the only thing left to sing was a slew of cherry bombs, lj shamelessly continued to jump and kick around in hopes some of the other glee kids would get up and join her. she’d feel less stupid that way. if she thought about it for too long, lj was sure she looked ridiculous, but debbie harry and joan jett didn’t get anywhere by playing it safe. so she finished strong, like she were playing a sold out stadium tour! maybe there was something magical about performing in the choir room after all. . .not to worry though, she wasn’t going to become all glee club crazy all of a sudden, because while the applause filed in, lj shrank beneath it’s roar. needless to say, when dan told everyone to ‘give it up for our newest member of the troubletones!’ she was quick to cast a close lipped smile, and take her seat.

THE END.

[tarithenurse]

Agent of Hope - 2

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, eventually Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents for chapter: CA:WS spoilers (tiny bit), cursing, angst, some gore (vague description of injuries), angst, mention of crimes and disaster, angst. A/N: I am humbled and delighted by the amount of positive reactions on the “pilot”, so yeah: it’s a go on the series! Yay!  And of course any feedback and reblogging is appreciated <3

2 - When reality comes knocking

The world around you is fluctuating between dullness distanced from you by a film of silence or much too close with all the hustle and bustl- with the ceaseless bombardment of goddamn everything! People are crowding you in the subway close enough that the sharp stink of sweat is inescapable. But as much as the pushes of foreign bodies make you anxious it also grounds you somehow because there’s no calm for your thoughts to run circles in your throbbing head.

Did he know? Rumours are flying in the press and accusations used as ammunition in the offices of important people. It’s hard to know who knew what in the lower ranks before SHEILD got razed. Hydra. Can Brock be one of them? You’re his girlfriend, and that title makes you want to shout to the high heavens that the man in your life is innocent and had nothing to do with what seems to be the planning of a massacre…nothing crosses your lips, though, and the suspicion is killing you.

The pre-recorded voice announces the stop, and you shoulder your way out of the stale-smelling cart, following the stream of people up to ground level where there almost is a sense of clean air. Almost. Are people watching you as you hurry down the street towards the hospital? Probably not. They don’t know who you are or why you’re shaking as you reach the counter in the hospital lobby to ask for Brock Rumlow, boyfriend.

Fear choked you just as horribly as the nausea once you came to under the desk. On shaking limbs, you clawed your way up on the chair before reaching for water and chewing gum while trying to ignore the phone lying useless near the potted Cala lilies that your secretary loved. It wouldn’t help to call, so you had to wait. Pretend to be fine and wait. It was the longest 24 hours in your life. No sleep or food out of sheer terror. Next day you called in to leave instructions, and then you waited for the right time because that’s what you’d seen. Brock in the hospital. Brock injured. Brock raging.

The nurse’s warning isn’t necessary and so you listen without hearing, only content when she walks away to give you the privacy you need in the “trying time”. At least it’s a private room. Drawing the curtain aside, there’s no shock at the sight of bandages, tubes and whatnot. It’s a miracle he survived, the nurse has explained, but the real miracle is that Brock’s awake. He just doesn’t react to your presence.

“Brock…?” you try tentatively and without effect, “Rumlow?”

You’ve read somewhere once that survivors might mentally be locked in the mindset they were in when the accident or whatever happened. Maybe that’s not true, but it works with Brock and as such he’s reduced to Rumlow the agent.

“Copy.” The man’s voice is a hoarse whisper. “The bathard go’ in the way.” The wires holding the jaw together slur his speech. “Cap’n and hith bitheth go’ in the way o’ the plan…”

All of a sudden the room is too small and a cold is seeping into your bones. No. No NO! The redhead working with Captain America (according to rumours) has opened the floodgates that used to contain all the secret files of SHEILD and, apparently, the part of Hydra that was working from within. There’s too much for someone like you to read through, but news stations and a ton of more trustworthy organisations are working through them, revealing the broad strokes as they go along.

“What could you’ve done differently…Rumlow?” It’s strange to call your boyfriend by his last name, but what you’re piecing together is revealing a very different person than your Brock.

Wires strain, lips split open in the same way the wounds on the lower half of his face does, sending thin tendrils of yellow and crimson rolling down his chin and throat until they’re swallowed in the bandages of other injuries. His eyes are the worst. A fire has been lit behind them, destructive and out of control as it burns with madness.

“Killed them. Killed Cap. Killed hith friendth.” The voice contradicts the far-away gaze, dropping the temperature in the room even more. “Long ago. I thould ‘ave killed Rogerth.”

No. This can’t be real. Battling your own body, it’s a miracle the voice stays calm at least. “And now?”

“Ne’er back down. Hail Hydra.” A cough rattles his body from the effort, but by then you’re already out of the room.

…

Trailing an invisible path through the apartment, you can’t find rest in the home you used to share with Brock. Rumlow. Hydra agent. The shock has dissipated, leaving you numb enough to think logically in the hopes of finding a solution to the mess.

That’s when it happens again. As if the constant throbbing in your head the last days wasn’t enough, a new flash of excruciating pain makes you crumble like a used napkin. Brock. People in black picking him up at the hospital. Home, they are searching. Picture of you. Agony threatens to split your skull as poisons and explosions takes place in your mind – with Brock at the centre of it all. Hatred. Death. You know the men must be other Hydra agents and that they’re coming to take care of things. Of loose ends. I’m a loose end.

Stumbling to your feet, still swaying and with tears streaming down the face, you force yourself to act. There’s a backpack for hiking on top of the cabinet where enough of your clothes and a few irreplaceable belongings can fit. Peeling the photos from the frames, you take them too, pain from your head echoed in your heart at the finality of it.

What now? There’s nowhere you can go, where Brock won’t be able to track you down. The realization gives birth to another fear, and you scramble to find your phone. It’s gotta go. Unlocking it, the first thing on the screen is an article about the redhead, Natalia Romanova (maybe, she seems to have many names). Clever grey eyes bore into your soul with the clarity even pixels can’t remove, giving you the answer.

Half an hour later, you’re on a bus, phone already discarded in the frenzied hope that that will delay Brock and his fellow…fellow…fellow traitors.

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Everything Changes

chapter two: I don’t want to do this alone

modern day Cop AU

featuring: Bucky Barnes

warning: cussing, angst?

Summary: She works for the same police department as Bucky and doesn’t seem to fall for his charm every other person around him.

AN: The final part of this story part three will go up on Thursday. This is part of @hufflebucky and @sapphirestark  #b99appreciation challenge my quote is “No hard feelings, but I hate you.” This going to be a mini series with about three chapters. Also huge shout out to @wi-atch and @hollyxxcxx1996 who helped me work out all my ideas I had for this series. 

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It had been a week since she had broken up with Brock, and to say she was taking the break up hard was an understatement. Three years of her life had come to an end and she had shed plenty of tears over Brock Rumlow.

As she stared at her phone was that was ringing, she contemplated throwing her phone in the trash. She didn’t want to talk and didn’t understand why he was calling her.

Answering her phone, she walked out towards outside. She didn’t want to talk to Brock in a crowded police station.

“What do you want Brock?” she asked as she opened the door and stepped out into the cool New York autumn air.

“Ellie how have you been?” he asked on the other side of the phone.

She rolled her eyes at the fact that he actually had the nerve to attempt to make small talk with her. “Terrible, now what do you want?” she asked leaning against the building of the police department.

“I left my favorite jacket at your place, and I have some of your stuff at my apartment.”

She let out a heavy sigh at the fact that they had reach the point in the break up that it was time to return stuff that they had left at each other’s places. Gently she shook her head to herself, she sure as hell didn’t want Brock coming over to her place, but she also didn’t want to go to his place. She also didn’t want to risk making the mistake of falling into bed with him again. She knew she was a strong-willed-women, and she wouldn’t just sleep with anyone, but since breaking up her emotions were all over the place.

“I’ll bring it over after work,” she sighed.

“Alright…” Brock hesitated for a moment. “Ellie, I miss you…”

There was a moment of silence between them, part of her wanted to say that she missed him, because in all honesty she did miss. But the fact that he had cheated on her broke her heart, and she didn’t think she would ever be able to forgive him for that.

“Goodbye Brock,” she said softly as her eyes started to brim with tears as she hung up.

She stood outside attempting not to cry, looking over she saw Bucky walking up to her. The last person she wanted to talk to in that moment was him.

“You alright?” he asked pushing his hands into his jean’s pockets.

“I’ve had a rough couple of days,” she sighed as she reached up and pushed her tears away. She hadn’t told anyone that her and Brock had broken up, not even her sister. She wasn’t ready to let people know that her basically perfect relationship crumbled.

“Did you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Bucky we’re not friends why would you want to know why I’ve been having a rough time?” she continued to push away her tears. She knew she was probably coming off as a huge bitch, but in that moment she didn’t care.

“You know we’re only not friends, because you don’t want to be friends with me,” he said as he gave her a sad smile.

She looked at him with a confused look on her face and she knit her eyebrows together as she took in what he had just said to her. She couldn’t argue with him, Bucky never had a problem with her he was always nice to her, and even flirted with her. She was the only that always shut him down, and let him know she wasn’t a fan of him and his charm.

“I’m sorry if I have been a bitch to you,” she sighed.

“Doll you haven’t offended me or anything, I’m aware you aren’t a fan of my flirting,” he smiled trying to make her feel better about herself.

“I am sorry though.”

With his hands still shoved in his jeans he looked down at the ground and then looked back up at her sad eyes. He couldn’t lie he hated seeing her so upset, he assumed it had something to do with her boyfriend, but he didn’t want to push the subject. He knew that if she wanted to talk about it, she would tell him or would most likely tell Steve what was wrong. Her and Steve had a friendship outside of work, and he tended to know what was going on in her life.

“If you ever need anyone to talk to Ellie, I’m always here to listen,” he gave her a soft smile.

She bit her bottom lip and stared at him contemplating letting him know about everything that had been going on.

“I found out my boyfriend of three years has been cheating on me,” she blurted it out quickly, and stared at him with wide eyes wondering if she had made a mistake telling him this. His eyes brows knit together as suddenly his ocean blue eyes saddened. “He just called me and told me he wants to get his jacket back from my house and wants to give me back stuff I had left at his place,” she sighed.

“Ellie this dude is a huge asshole,” Bucky stated.

“I know he’s asshole, and I don’t really want to see him alone if I’m being honest.”

“I’ll go after work with you if you want,” he said.

Her eyes went wide at the fact that he just volunteered at out nowhere to go with her to Brock’s apartment with her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah of course, we can swing by your place after work and we’ll go to his place together.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was not big deal. He was acting suddenly like they were good friends.

“Oh okay.”

“Why don’t we go inside it’s cold out here,” he said as his blue eyes traveled up her curvy body. He noticed she was wearing a light jacket, and it was way too cold for her.

- -

The rest of her shift Bucky had gone out of his way to check on her and ask how she was doing. When her shift ended Bucky walked up to her desk and gave her a smile.

“Ready doll?” he asked as he pulled on his jacket.

“Yeah,” she softy as she pulled on her own coat.

They walked outside, and started walking the couple blocks to her apartment. She lived a short distance from work so she never saw a point in driving to work, especially living in the city she could walked there in half the time it would take to drive.

Walking into her apartment she led Bucky inside and walked off to her bedroom to grab Brock’s leather jacket that was hanging in her closet. Bucky was standing in her living room where she had left him. He gave her a smile as he looked down at the jacket she was holding on to with a tight grip.

“Did you want to drive to his place or walk there?” he asked.

“He lives five blocks away, let’s walk,” she said softly walking to the front door.

The headed out onto the street and walked in silence for a couple minutes, before Bucky cleared his throat.

“I want to say something I wanted to say this morning, but I chickened out,” he said wondering if he should keep what he wanted to say to himself. She glanced up as they continued to walk down the street. “I want you to know that I think you’re pretty, and that this asshole who we’re taking this leather jacket to, is a huge asshole.”

She couldn’t help but get a huge smile on her face at what he had just said to her, “you know it’s going to take more then telling me I’m pretty to get me to sleep with you,” she joked.

He stopped talking and reached down and grabbed her hand to get her attention, “Ellie I’m not saying that to get into your pants. I’m not some asshole trying to be your rebound. I’m telling you that because I actually think you’re pretty.”

Her heart beat picked up as she stared into his is icy blue eyes, “I know you aren’t trying to get into my pants, I was joking.” She wasn’t exactly sure how much she was actually joking, but she realized in that moment that he was actually being sincere with her.

“I know you probably think I sleep with any hot chick who I flirt with, but I want you to know that I don’t actually have sex with someone unless I’m in a serious relationship with them.” He couldn’t believe he was actually admitting this to her. People always assumed he slept around, because of how he flirted with everyone, but he could count on one hand how many people he had slept with. The only people who knew this were the very few women he had slept with, and Steve who was his best friend.

“Bucky,” she said softly, she wasn’t even exactly what she should say in that moment.

“I know you’re not asking but I haven’t slept with anyone in like two years. I guess I’m telling you all this because I want you to know I’m not the man whore you think I am,” he sighed as he let go of her hand.

“I’m sorry I miss judged you,” she said as they started walking down the street together.

The rest of their walk to Brock’s place was pretty quiet, as the walked down the hallway leading up to Brock’s apartment Bucky could tell that she was nervous. She kept constantly fidgeting with the bottom of her jacket. He once again reached down and grabbed her hand to stop them for a moment.

“Ellie you don’t have to do this, if you want you can stand her and I’ll walk up there and get your stuff and give him that jacket back,” he looked down at the leather jacket she was holding tightly in her right hand.

She shook her head knowing that she needed to do this so she could get some closure and move on from this relationship. “I need to do this,” she said softly as she started walking towards his apartment.

Silently he followed behind her and watched as she stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath to gather herself before she reached up and knocked on door. He stood behind her giving her some space as she waited for the man who had broken her heart to answer the door.

Brock answered the door and looked pretty upset himself, his eyes moved from Ellie, to Bucky’s strong form that was standing behind her.

“Who is he?” was the first thing Brock asked. He didn’t even bother saying hi or attempting to make awkward small talk he was more concerned with the fact that Ellie had brought someone with her.

“He’s a coworker, and a friend,” she said softly as she held out his leather jacket.

“Thanks,” he said softly has he grabbed his jacket. He moved away for a moment to lay his jacket down on the chair by the door and then picked up the duffle back that had Ellie’s stuff that had been left at his place. “This is everything I could find,” he said holding the bag out.

“Thank you,” she said grabbing the bag. “If you find anything else let me know,” she said stepping away from the door.

“Ellie I would love if you could give me another chance. She meant nothing and it over,” he reached down for her hand attempting to stop her from leaving.

Her eyes started to brim with tears as she stared at Brock for a moment, her emotions were all over the place, and she still loved him. Part of her wanted to say she would give him another chance, but she knew she couldn’t do that to herself. If she did take him back, she knew she would never be able to fully forgive, and wouldn’t be able to actually trust him again.

“I can’t ever trust you again,” tears started to slide down her pale cheeks again.

Bucky stepped forward noticing at Brock hadn’t let go of her hand. Bucky didn’t think he would hurt her, but he didn’t like that he wouldn’t let go.

“Baby I still love you,” he begged as he watched her continue to cry.

“I love you too, and that why it hurts so much that for some reason I wasn’t enough for you,” she pulled her hand away from his grip. Brock just stared at her with sad eyes as he watched her step closer to Bucky. “Maybe one day I will be able to forgive,” she said as she handed the duffle back to Bucky and walked down the hallway away from Brock and his apartment.

Bucky glared at Brock silently for a moment before saying, “you’re such a fucking idiot. You threw away probably the best girl on this planet.”

“So, are you going to sleep with her now?” Brock glared.

“No because I respect her, I’m going to be her friend though and help her get through this,” he turned on his heels and followed Ellie down the hallway towards the elevator.

He got there as the doors opened and quickly followed her inside. They rode the elevator in silence and walked outside without saying a word. Bucky had a lot of things he wanted to say to her, but he wanted to wait to see if she had anything to say. When they were about a block from her apartment, he finally broke the silence between them, “Ellie I want you to know that no matter I’m gonna be here for you.”

She looked over at him and gave him a sad smile, “thank you Bucky, you’ve been a lot of help today. If you weren’t there, I might have done something stupid, like take him back.”

He softly shook his head to himself at the thought of her taking Brock back. He still couldn’t believe that Brock had cheated on such a girl like Ellie, but he was really proud of her for not taking him back.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said as they got closer to her apartment.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

They arrived at her apartment and she stopped outside and looked up at him with sad eyes.

“Would you like me to walked you upstairs?” he asked not wanting to leave outside.

“Yes please,” she said softly.

They walked inside and headed towards the elevator. They took it up to the fourth floor and walked towards her apartment. She opened the front door and Bucky handed her the duffle bag and she sat inside and turned to face Bucky who was standing there staring at her.

“Thanks again Bucky.”

“It was nothing Ellie. I’m here if you need me for anything,” he gave her a smile and before he could say anything else, she lunged forwards and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. He couldn’t help but smile and wrapped his arms around her hugging her back.

Pulling away from him she gave him a smile, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”

He nodded his head and gave her a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow doll.”

Standing in her door way she watched as Bucky walked away and she couldn’t help but smile.

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My Latest Mission... Part 15

Reader (Y/N), Rumlow, Pierce, Bucky, Some of the Avenger-gang. Warnings: Language. Being a Hydra asset. Anger. Angst. Violence, Blood.  Words: 2698

A/N: I’m really, really trying to get the entire story to fit in a few chapters, but as i write, i always get carried away... Sooo, maybe theres a couple of more chapters coming than i thought. But really... the end is coming closer!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -  Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 -

Feeling the hot water run down my body is amazing. I'm still sore in every single muscle in my body, even though it's been a few days since the training fight in the gym, where Jones decided to go rogue and attack me for real. Aiden had to be hospitalized, the hit Jones gave him was far too hard, and the doctors fear severe damage. I've been denied access to come visit him and no one can give me any information. I truly fear for my friend's health, and I can do nothing but wait to see what happens. 

I turn off the water and grab the towel to dry my body. As I wrap it around my hair and stand up, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I shudder as I see a long red scar on my lower abdomen and trace my fingers lightly over it. I remember the day I got it. My memories were starting to come back, and I was slowly trying to come up with a plan on how to escape, 'trying' being the key word. Every fiber in my body wanted to fight against what HYDRA wanted me to do, but I had to pretend to still be their puppet. 

"She's the best hacker in the country, and your mission is to make her find the information we need" Rumlow points to a woman behind the glass window. She looks scared, her eyes are red and puffy, she has clearly been crying. He face is dirty and her jacket is torn. she keep twisting her hands in her lap, staring at the door like she's waiting for someone to come in. "She hasn't been quite cooperative as you can see, we had to rough her up a bit" He looks at her through the glass as an evil grin spread on his lips. It takes all my strength not to break his neck right then and there, because I know what Rumlow means when he says' Rough her up a bit'. The two other agents in the room laugh as if he just told them a joke. "Apparently not enough if you need me to make her do what you want" I say, toneless like I don't give a shit, as a look at the woman in the cold interrogation room. "Well, that's because you're more suited for the job to come if she keeps refusing our orders" Brock looks at me, enjoying this way too much. "You see, we have her son now..." the door to the room opens and a kid, not more than 6 years old, runs in and into the woman's arms. I stare at them as I see her hug him tight, check him for injuries and then hug him tight again. "If she keeps refusing, your job is to kill him". "No!" the word leaves me way too fast by the thought of killing a child and Brock glare at me questioning.

Shit, I just showed way too much emotion for my own good right now. "I'm not doing your job, just because you don't have the balls to do it yourself!" I peel away my eyes from the mother and child and slowly turn to look at Brock. My eyes are hard, challenging and hateful. "I'm not your pet, just because you are a fucking pussy!" I add spiteful. "You will do as you are told, Soldat! Or life will be hell for you!" his eyes would kill right on the spot if it was possible. "It already is, you fucking looser" I mumbled under my breath turning back to look at the people in the other room. Brock's eyes never leaves me as he taps on the window and an agent come in to forcefully take the kid away again. He starts to cry, the woman starts to scream and all hell break loose in there. The last thing I see, is an agent storming towards the woman with a raised baton, then the window turn black from the flick on the switch that Brock hits. "You will do what you are told, or you will regret it, you stupid little piece of shit" he spits, as he slowly walks towards me. I don't step back like most people would do, but stand my ground, looking relaxed, bored even, but on the inside i'm so very ready to fight. "Or what? What will you do Rumlow?" I challenge, knowing very well that I can take him down easily. The agents behind me shift their full focus on me and take a step forward. His fist land on my jaw, but I did foresee that blow so I keep still only my head turned to the side by the hard strike. Slowly I turn my head back to look at him with a smirk, as I lick my lower lip and taste the iron in my blood. I spit out the mixture of saliva and blood and the thick mass land perfectly on his face. Quickly two sets of arms grab me from behind and try to hold me down. I use their hold on me to keep me up, as I raise both legs at the same time and kicks Brock hard in the chest. He slams into the wall behind him with such a force that he releases a mixed sound of a grunt and a wheeze, and parts of the wall crumble under him. "Hold her!" he screams to the agents and takes out his military knife. The anger I feel inside towards the man walking towards, me cannot be described with words and I struggle against the agents to get free. I head butt one of them, and get my arm free from his grasp. As I try to hit Rumlow's knife out of his hand, he instead swing it at me. The swing is low to avoid my reach. I feel the blade cut into my stomach left to right, leaving a long gash almost all the way across. The warm sticky blood starts to flow freely and I feel my clothes get soaked. The agent I head butted is back to his feet and grab me again as the door swings open with a loud crash and Pierce walks in. "ENOUGH!" the outburst rumbles in the tiny room "What the hell is going on?" I say nothing, just keeps staring at Rumlow, daring him to attack me again. He doesn't, but instead starts to ramble about me not obeying my orders. Pierce looks like he is ready to murder us all, as he dismiss Rumlow and walk over to me, his face mere inches from mine. "When you get orders you obey them, is that clear, Soldat? Or do you have a problem with that?" I can see in his eyes that he is questioning why I disobeyed Rumlow and I have to get a grip on myself, not to reveal what's going on inside of my head. I relax in the arms of the agents, straighten my back and take on the demeanor of the soldier that I am to them. "Yes sir!" I tell him, as a plan start to form in my head. "Good! Now take her to the infirmary and get her patched up, she has a fucking job to do" he commands the two agents. Pierce gives me a last look before he leaves the room again and the agents starts to walk me to get stitched up. 

I pull up the sweatpants, as I take a last look at the scar before I put on a tight fitting t-shirt. God I should have killed Rumlow when I had the chance.

I walk back into my room far away in my thoughts, but I am jolted back to here and now, when I spot a person by the wall. He is standing with his back to me tall, muscular and long shaggy hair that falls forward as he stands there with Steve's drawing in his hands. Fuck... Fuck! What the hell is he doing with the picture? Why does he hold the drawing in his hands? Did he find it? "Bucky?!" my voice is small and a bit shaky. He doesn't move, doesn't even seem to register me at all. I walk over to him slowly and on guard,as I try again "Buck? What are you doing here?" He turns his head slightly towards me, but keeps his eyes on the picture in his hands. His voice is low and sad as he starts to talk. "We had it good back then, didn't we? Always happy and ready to make some trouble. Do you think it was faith that brought us together?" I step up to him and put my hand on his back. I feel him tense under my touch, but he doesn't move away, just keeps staring at the picture. "I don't know Buck? I would like to think that there's a reason, a greater good, to why we became inseparable back then" He doesn't seem to notice my answer. "I remember a lot from back then by now..." he continues "... But not all. I'm jealous of you because you can remember everything. It hurts that I can't" Now he looks at me, his eyes are so sad. There's no hate, no anger, no blame, just sadness and my heart drops. "I'm sorry" I whisper, I don't know what else to say. He looks back to the picture and let his thumb brush over his face on the paper. "I do remember our dreams... Do you? Can you remember the day Mrs. Rogers got buried and the three of us stayed at Steve's place afterwards?" I do remember and I give small hum to tell him that I do. "You wanted to travel the world Y/n. You wanted to make people happy. Steve wanted to be an artist maybe even an art teacher. And I... I just wanted to get married, have a bunch of kids and be a fucking dad..." he pauses for a bit "... And now look at us? Death, war, destruction! I wish we could go back... God, I really wanted to have a family and now I never will" His voice is shaking and his knuckles turning white from how hard he's holding the frame. My heart starts to beat a bit faster in fear of him breaking it. I give his shoulder a squeeze before I reach out for the drawing in his hands. "It's not too late Bucky, we have gotten a second chance in life, to do good and to pursue our dreams" He releases the grasp of the drawing and I quickly pull it out of his hands, into safety in mine. As I step forward to put it back up on the wall, my fingers search the back and I let out a relieved sigh when I feel the USB secure in its place. I turn to him and put my hand on his cheek, knowing that I might very well overstep his boundaries, but I need him to listen. "We are not death, war and destruction, we never were. Our hands was forced, our minds was broken and reprogrammed. If we had been ourselves when we did all of that shit for HYDRA, we wouldn't beat ourselves up for it now" Bucky, my strongest friend throughout life, has tears falling from his eyes as he listen. "We never chose to do those things, Bucky. Remember that! It may have been our bodies they used, but it wasn't us! You are a good man James Buchanan Barnes, and don't you ever let yourself or anyone else tell you differently!"

His eyes search mine, looking for the truth in my words. His breathing is shaky and the tears flow freely down his cheeks.

When he doesn't find anything else than truth, the sight before me will haunt me to the day I die.

It looks like he breaks on the inside, like every damn memory of pain and hurt well up in him, all at once. He wraps his arms around me before I even register that he is moving. He buries his face in my neck and sobs like a child.

All the emotions he has been hiding inside, is spilling out through tears and I just hold him. Hold him close and pour as much love and comfort as I can into the hug, trying to calm him down, to let him know that everything is and will be okay and to let him know that he is never, ever  going to be alone again.

"Good news y/n, your boyfriend is released from the hospital. He got lucky, no damage what so ever, the doctors call it a miracle!" Tony walks in to the common room where I'm sitting with some of the other guys watching a movie. "Didn't know he was your boyfriend y/n, do I need to have 'the talk' with him?" Clint mocks before he takes a sip of the beer he's holding in his hands. I roll my eyes at him, starting to feel like I do that at him, as much as I've done to Steve and Bucky throughout the years. Apparently, that's a sign of my affection towards my friends. "He's not my boyfriend, Dumbass!" I throw a pillow at him and almost hit his beer, making Clint chuckle. "But that's awesome news Tony! I'm so happy for him, he must be excited to go home" I feel a little stab in my heart as I say it, because I know that Aiden lives on the other side of the country, so that means I won't see him much anymore. "Actually, he's coming back here. He doesn't want to quit when you are so close to being done. So you'll see him in the next session" Tony says as he throws himself into one of the large chairs in front of the TV. "Are you serious? He almost died just last week, and now he's coming back?" I can't cover the shock in my voice "Is he insane?" the sorrow I felt about losing a friend to distance, is suddenly overwhelmed by worrying about his health. "Just sounds like he's going to be a good agent... Not staying away from the job for too long. Sounds like other people I know" Natasha adds with a smirk, and looks around to the men on the couch and in the chairs. "Hmm" is all I can say, my thoughts already long gone. A sudden feeling of guilt is creeping up my spine. If it wasn't because of me, Aiden would never have been put in that position, where he had to defend me from Jones. Jones wouldn't have attacked him like that and he wouldn't have ended up in the infirmary. "He's a strange dude, I don't like him" Bucky adds to the conversation but doesn't elaborate further.

"You don't like anyone and don't be jealous tin-arm, you can't keep Y/n to yourself, you have to share" Clint mocks as he throws the bottle cap at him. Bucky catch it without even looking up and fling it back at Clint hitting him perfectly in the head, making the archer whine "Hey man! Ouch!"

 I look at Bucky and are just about to ask why, but F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupts "Mr. Stark, Captain Rogers you are needed in the conference room. Miss. Romanoff, Mr. Barton and Sergeant Barnes, you are all needed as well"

 We all look at each other questioning. What is going on? It's not common for the entire Team to be called in like that, without at least one of them knowing what it is about. "Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y, we are on our way" Tony says and stand up, the rest of them follow and make their way toward the elevator. "Sorry Quees Elsa. It looks like we need to leave you behind for a while" He adds apologetic.

"Don't worry about it T. Go save the world" I send him a smile and wave him away with the others.

 As I see the elevator doors close behind them, I can't help but to wonder what it's all about, an eerie feeling creeping up my spine.

Part 16...

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