#going through the motions (hating my giffing style and trying to change it and failing and hatinh everything ive ever made)

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Bah, HumBuck! Plan E

Summary: You’re the newest Avenger. Realizing that Bucky plans to spend Christmas alone, you enlist the help of Wanda, your best friend, and Steve, Bucky’s best friend and your mentor. You’re determined to make his Christmas amazing. Plan A Plan B Plans C and D Plan E will work ...right? Pairing: Bucky x Female!Powered!Reader Word Count: ~2,754 Warnings: blood (just a bit), language, fluff A/N: This is for Sam’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree Writing Challenge. My prompt was #16, “’This was a terrible plan.’ ‘This was your plan.’” @lovelynemesis *gifs not mine*

Masterlist // Plans C and D // Plans F and G

You chatted in the snow, sipping hot chocolate for a while. At some point you conjured a fire in the center of the group and, although the boys might not admit it, you knew they all appreciated it.

Two hours later the five of you trudged back into the residential building (well, Vision was floating gracefully, but he was always graceful). You were talking to Bucky as you walked. Your plan hadn’t been a complete failure, but it still wasn’t good enough.

Time for Plan E.

“(Y/N)!” Wanda said excitedly, causing you and Bucky to stop walking and turn to look at her.

She was pointing above you, eyes alight with excitement. You looked to where she was pointing and gulped.

There, above you and Bucky, was (unmistakably) a sprig of mistletoe.

You looked at Bucky, who was looking at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Vision must not have noticed the tension or Wanda’s outburst, as he was too busy talking to Steve and bumped into you, knocking you out from under the mistletoe.

“Oh, my apologies, Miss (Y/L/N). I did not-”

���Viz!” Wanda said, exasperated.

He looked from you to Bucky, to Wanda, and then back to Bucky, confused until he looked up.

“Ah, mistletoe. I did not know Mister Stark’s decorators had added it,” he said, bending down to give Bucky a formal peck on the cheek.

When he straightened up, proud smile on his face over his grasp of Christmas traditions, he was met with a blank, soulless stare from Bucky, and a livid one from Wanda. She dragged him away wordlessly.

“I don’t understand. It’s customary to-”

They rounded the corner and you couldn’t hear them anymore, but judging by Wanda’s reaction he was probably getting an earful for his unintentional mistake. You wished she’d go easy on him; it had been a peck on the cheek after all.

To his credit, Bucky seemed mostly unphased. “Well, I’m going back to my room-”

“Wait!” you said quickly. To your surprise Bucky froze and stared at you apprehensively. “I was wondering if we could do a gift exchange? I know you’re not supposed to open presents early, but we have a little bit of time before we have to start making dinner and I used to open one gift on Christmas Eve when I was little and I thought it might be something fun to do. Although of course we don’t have to! I suppose there aren’t a lot of presents to begin with so it might be best to wait until tomorrow so that we have more to open-”

Bucky let out a loud sigh. His face was shadowed, so you couldn’t see his expression all that well. What you could see, however, were the cold steel blue eyes trained on your face. You fidgeted nervously, worried that you’d finally annoyed him too much.

Damnit. If only I’d just kept my mouth shut.

He turned and walked away without saying anything, Steve following closely behind. Steve gave you a small smile as he passed, although you couldn’t return it. You tried, but you just couldn’t make today nice for Bucky. Your gaze fell to the ground and you stood in the hallway, trying to keep it together. You’d tried so hard; why didn’t-

“You coming?” came Bucky’s soft, gravelly voice from the other end of the hall.

You looked up in surprise, gaze falling onto the two super soldiers who stood at the end of the hall, looking at you expectantly. Steve motioned down the hall towards the lounge where the gifts and half-burned Christmas tree awaited.

A broad smile broke out on your face. Perhaps you hadn’t failed, after all.

“Yup!” you said excitedly, practically skipping down the hall.

Steve smiled at your exuberance and Bucky rolled his eyes at you, though you didn’t miss the small, crooked smile that graced his features.

You’d thought that perhaps you should invite Wanda and Vision down for the gift exchange, but the image of Vision kissing Bucky on the cheek and Bucky looking absolutely dead inside changed your mind. Maybe it was best Vision wasn’t around Bucky for a little while.

You dug around the bottom of the tree and pulled out two packages; One for Bucky and one for Steve, both from you.

Steve’s gift had been an expensive but easy choice; A limited edition anniversary box set of the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy. You’d already gotten him the book set for his birthday, so it only seemed natural to follow it up with the movies.

You’d spent a lot of time thinking about Bucky’s gift. What did you get an aloof 100 year old assassin? Your brain went everywhere from guns to 40′s-themed clothing to new tech that he might like. You even thought about getting him a trip to a spa or hot spring. He always seemed so tense that you were sure he’d benefit from an hour-long massage or soak in hot water... but the thought of the Winter Soldier getting a mud mask was just too ridiculous so you settled on something practical.

Half of the time you saw him he was wearing a beaten, threadbare red Henley. You’d known him almost a year and you were pretty sure you could tell someone where all the holes in that shirt were while blindfolded. There was a good chance he had it on now, but if he did it was hidden under his fluffy maroon sweater.

As such, you’d gone to nearly every clothing store you could think of to find a nearly identical replacement, as well as a few others in the same style but in different colors. It was a simple gift, but something you hoped he’d enjoy and appreciate nonetheless.

You handed them their gifts eagerly, excited to see their reactions. “Have at it!” you said excitedly, motioning for them to unwrap their presents as you sat down in front of him on the coffee table.

Steve carefully undid his, meticulously pulling the tape off as he unfolded your neat creases. The second his glimpsed the Lord of the Rings logo, though, you could tell it was difficult for him to continue patiently unwrapping his gift.

Bucky shook his present as he held it up to his ear, as though he was trying to guess what it was. He apparently gave up because he quickly ripped through the paper.

Steve was happily admiring his gift, so enamored he hadn’t even snapped out of his gawking to thank you yet, so you focused on Bucky.

He opened the plain white clothing box slowly, shoving the tissue paper out of the way with his metal fingers.

You were practically vibrating with excitement, edging forward on the edge of the coffee table. A small part of you thought it was silly to get so excited about his reaction to a couple of shirts, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Bucky’s face changed imperceptibly. It was subtle; the hardening of his eyes, the corners of his lips tugging down barely a millimeter, his shoulders tensing as he froze, looking down into the box.

You were good enough at reading his body language by now to know what it all meant. He hated it. Your face fell and your body stilled, looking at him apprehensively.

“What the hell is this?” he asked, gaze flicking up to you. There was a tension in his voice that made your heart plummet to your stomach.

“I... I just thought you might like-”

“Well, you thought wrong,” he said as he shoved the lid roughly back on the box, stood, and dropped it on the couch where he’d been sitting. You could feel your heart shattering. Surely your gift couldn’t have been that offensive? But Bucky stalked down the hallway, shoulders hunched, quietly fuming as he made his way towards his room.

“Bucky... Bucky!” Steve yelled after his friend, disappointment clear in his voice. It was clear he was upset that his friend had stormed off; he was torn between going after him and checking on you. When he turned back to you, though, his mind was made up for him.

He was instantly off of the couch, his gift forgotten on the seat behind him “Hey, sweetheart. Don’t cry,” he said softly, hands hovering over your arms and face, unsure of exactly what to do.

You were crying? Huh. You hadn’t even noticed.

You quickly wiped your tears away and put on a brave smile. “It’s alright!” you said a little too cheerfully for how puffy and watery your eyes were. It was clear Steve wasn’t buying it, so you pressed on. “I’ll just return them and get him a gift card, or something!” you said, willing yourself back into the Christmas spirit. There went Plan E.

“What... What did you get him?” Steve asked, glancing at the plain white box out of the corner of his eye.

You sniffled, your mouth quirking up in a sad half smile. “Oh, nothing too special. You can look, if you want,” you said, motioning to the box dejectedly.

Steve still looked at you with concern, but he picked up the box and shoved the tissue paper out of the way just like Bucky had done.

He froze, just like Bucky had, when he laid his eyes on the gift.

“Uh, (Y/N)...?”

“Mm?” you asked, confused by his reaction. Surely shirts weren’t that confusing? A little bland for a gift, apparently, but-

“Why did you get Bucky a painting of Sam done in the renaissance style for Christmas?” Steve asked, pulling the painting out of the box. Sure enough, Sam Wilson was gazing back at you, immortalized in oil paint on a 10x12 canvas, looking regal in renaissance-era armor.

You stared at it in abject horror.

You’d mixed Bucky’s and Sam’s gifts up.

Your mind ran through what exactly had gone wrong. A loud smack rang out in the room as your palm met your forehead.

“I wrapped both their gifts in clothing boxes! It was convenient because Sam’s portrait happened to fit in one! I wrapped everything at once and I... I must have gotten their gifts confused,” you whispered, hands covering your mouth in shock.

“So... you didn’t get Bucky a painting of Sam for Christmas?” Steve asked. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from the ridiculous piece. When you’d asked him to teach you how to paint, he’d never expected... this. While it was beautifully done and captured Sam’s likeness well... it was just so odd.

“No! Oh god, no wonder he was so upset. Him and Sam hate each other!” you said in despair, Bucky’s reaction suddenly making a lot more sense.

Steve seemed to dwell on that for a moment, brow furrowed as he lost himself in thought.

“I don’t even have his gift... I gave it to Sam before he left for D.C....” you said slowly. You quickly pulled out your phone and sent him a text telling him about the mix up.

Gave you the wrong gift, pal. Give you the right one when you get back?

You expected him to take a while to respond considering the reason, but your phone buzzed before you even had a chance to set it down.

I don’t know, Hotrod. This has my name on it. I might just keep it.

You smirked at that.

You don’t want that gift, Wingman. Unless you want to start dressing like Bucky.

You hit send and only had to wait a few seconds before he responded.

Can I just throw it in the fire?

You rolled your eyes. They were so petty when it came to each other.

No. No, you cannot.

“Everything alright?” Steve asked warily as you tapped away at your phone.

“Yeah, just making sure Bucky’s real gift makes it back to the base in one piece,” you said, once again turning your attention to your phone as it buzzed again.

Fine. But my gift better be damn amazing.

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone back into your pocket. “Damn... I really messed up,” you said, staring dejectedly at the painting still in Steve’s hands.

He set it gently back into the box and, to your surprise, turned a smile on you. “It’ll be alright. You can go explain what happened to Bucky while I get dinner started,” Steve said reassuringly.

You did a double take at his words. “Wait, what-”

“Go tell him about what happened. He’ll understand. He was just disappointed,” Steve said, patting you on the shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen, leaving you to reel your emotions and thoughts in alone.

Disappointed? Was that reaction warranted for being disappointed about a gift from a coworker or friend? Would he even accept your apology and excuse without his real gift as a peace offering?

You sighed and stood abruptly, pushing those thoughts from your mind. You made a mistake and it was time to own up to it. It was up to Bucky if he’d be reasonable about what happened or not.

You hastily packed the painting away and shoved it under the tree, its plain white surface looking dull compared to the other lavishly wrapped gifts.

You made your way to Bucky’s room. You knew the path so well by then that you barely paid attention to where you were going as your mind wandered and you suddenly found yourself in front of Bucky’s door. You took a deep breath and steeled yourself.

You knocked on his door, your fist a gentle rap against the wood. “Bucky?” you asked hesitantly.

You waited for a moment, but there was no response.

You tried again, knocking louder this time, anxiety lacing your veins. When it became clear he wasn’t going to open his door, you started your bad habit of rambling. “Bucky, it’s me. Uh, (Y/N).” He obviously knows it’s you, dummy. Focus. “I just wanted to say that you got the wrong gift by mistake. You got Sam’s and Sam got yours- I know, stupid. They were in the same type of box and I guess when I was wrapping them I didn’t notice they’d gotten mixed up and-”

Your meandering explanation was cut off as he opened his door. He loomed in the doorway, studying you warily.

“-and I can’t give you your actual gift until Sam gets back. Sorry,” you finished lamely, eyes glued guiltily to the ground.

He didn’t speak right away and you felt his gaze burning holes through you. Finally, “So you didn’t get me a painting of Sam for Christmas?” he asked, causing your head to snap up in alarm.

“No! I got you- mff,” his flesh hand slapped over your mouth before you could get the rest of your sentence out. When you realized you were about to ruin the surprise, your eyes widened in horror.

He raised a single eyebrow at you and- correctly guessing you’d realized your mistake by the look on your face- removed his hand.

“Thanks. And... sorry. Again,” you said sheepishly, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“It’s alright, Doll. Sorry I acted a fool earlier,” he said quietly, a small, sheepish smile dancing on his lips. Surely you were imagining the warmth in his eyes.

“We’re starting to make dinner, if you want to come help?” you asked quickly, easily flustered under his gaze. You felt your cheeks heat and you hoped he didn’t notice how nervous you were.

“Depends. Is Steve letting you near the ovens again?” he asked playfully.

“I’m never living that down, am I?” you asked as an embarrassed grin worked its way onto your face.

“Never,” he said simply. He stepped out of his room, closing the door gently behind him. “Shall we?” he asked as he tilted his head in the direction of the kitchen.

“Mhm!” you hummed cheerfully. You wished you could be more eloquent around him, but he made your brain turn into a jumbled mess. You blamed his eyes. Or maybe it was his voice. Or the way his soft brown hair framed his face. Or those pouty lips. Or maybe his god-like physique. Maybe his skills? Or his hesitant, kind personality?

You bit back a beleaguered sigh. No, it was just Bucky as a whole. He just... did that to you, and you should have accepted it long ago.

Oh well. Plans F and G were bound to work. You had the entire team helping you this time.

Well... That didn’t go as planned. Plan F and G?

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Thing For You Part 2

GIF IS MINE

Summary: Reader is on the run, after she discovers she has powers and has no control over them because she has no control over her emotions and she’s running from authority and anyone who approaches her because she’s scared she’ll hurt them.

Request: No

Warnings: Insults, fighting, mentions of death, mention of sexual assault, other than that no

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Bruce’s POV

“Please, I don’t want to hurt you guys.” Her voice cried out. 

It played over and over in my mind. The sound of her pleading for help made me think she was actually innocent. I shook my head trying to forget it.

“We have her in our safe room, no glass, no way for her to get out, unless we let her out” Tony interrupted my thoughts “We have SHIELD agents rotating watch on her door.” 

I nodded my head. I pulled up the results of her blood samples that I took from her earlier. The amount of radiation and unknown substance in her blood should kill her but it didn’t. I was shocked as I realized what this means. I pulled her file to look up who she was and watch she did.

Doctor Y/F/N Y/L/N

Age: 26

Sex: Female

Career: Scientist; studies medicine

There was an article about her lab catching on fire. Reading more into it I found that her lab was doing research on a vile that had the unknown substance in it, the file had it blacked out so I had no way of knowing what it was. continuing on, her supervisor wanted to test it with another vile, also blacked out, and she refused saying it could cause a huge chemical reaction. An unknown scientist had came in wanting the results right away. After she refused to continue, there was an explosion in the next room. Radiation leaking everywhere. Y/N grabbed her files and made her way out. Somehow she didn’t make it out was was found unconscious in the same room of the explosion. That was all?

I slammed the file down on my desk. 

“You okay?” Tony asked moving towards my desk. He looked at the file on my desk 

“It doesn’t add up” I groaned quietly “If this is how she got her ability then why is HYDRA looking for her?” 

“Maybe to run some tests or to try to recruit her.” Tony suggested with a shrug.

I studied her file reading more about her. I read all of the articles she was in that talked about her studies, I even read her lab reports and how she discovered a cure for Ebola. I read about her childhood, about her father being a well known FBI agent, protecting her from the man who came into her room when she was just 10 years old, the man who was suppose to be a good friend. I read how her mother had left when she was 11 and how it was just her and her dad until he passed away 4 years ago. 

“I can’t control it” I heard her voice once again. Realizing how rude I was to her before. I sunk lower into my chair. 

Reader’s POV

I laid on the thin bed that was on the floor. I stared of into space, wishing I could go back in time and stop myself from going to work that day. Rethinking the events that took place. The man with the name of Brad, came into your side of the building causing your supervisor to piratically squirm under his skin and he instantly started bossing me around, trying to force me to mix the chemicals.

“But sir, if we mix it, the chemical reaction could kill us all” I protested, this was the third time this man has come in demanding the same thing. Only this time it took a bigger toll than I expected. withing minutes, I heard a loud boom and the walls shook causing the vile’s to vibrate.

“Do it now” my supervisor demanded. 

“No” I protested again and quickly put the rubber caps on the vile’s and slid them into my pocket and grabbed my files to make my exit.

Brad stopped me from going any further “If you follow my orders and join HYDRA you will be rewarded, only if you comply” He reached into my pockets and took the vile’s. 

“Never” I shouted as I shoved him away. He snatched the file from my hand and shoved me in the room and locked the door. 

‘Jokes on him’ I thought to my self ‘Those were just samples’ I turned around and saw the two bigger vases with the chemicals ‘Oh shit’ 

“Y/N” Someone called out entering my “room” I sat up, pulled my knees closer to my chest. I looked up to see Wanda enter into the room “I didn’t know your size, but I figured you might be cold or just want a change of clothes.” She handed me a sweatshirt and a pair of pants. Seeing as the pants were too big, I quickly switched to the new sweatshirt that was also to big but was more comfortable.

“Thank you” I said in almost a whisper.

“I know the last time we spoke I went digging through your brain, seeing everything you went through.” she came in closer, “I know how it feels to feel trapped in your own mind and to have no idea how to control your powers. Or to feel guilty for something out of your control.” She pulled me into a hug “We don’t want to hurt you, if you let us we will help you.” 

I hugged her back, so tightly, I wanted someone to understand how I felt. I let out a small sob, and she pulled away “I’ll be your new best friend” She gave a small smile and gave a tight squeeze before making her exit. 

--

and hour later I was greeted with a man who I thought was another agent. 

“Follow me miss” He ordered grabbing my before forcing me up.

Bruce’s POV

I checked the camera that was in her cell. I watched as she sat there hugging her knees waiting for someone to come in, unsure of what to do. I watched as she jumped when the door flung open and a man forced her to her feet. Next thing I hear is Tony yelling in my ear piece

“She’s escaping again”

I watched as she struggled to break from his grip. something was wrong. she wasn’t trying to break away from us, she was trying to break away from him.

“I got this one” I called back and ran out of the room

“Bruce don’t” Was the last thing I heard Tony say before I made my way to y/n

Reader’s POV

I struggled to get free but once I did I realized we were standing by an elevator and a flight of stairs. I tried to go back towards my cell but he wouldn’t let me. regaining control of my arm I tried to get away. 

“Let me go” I snapped, I felt myself starting to burn up

“You’re coming with me” He started to make his way toward the stairs, only to see Dr. Bruce Banner standing in his way. 

“I don’t think she wants to leave” He shot the man a warning look, the man pulled me closer pulling a knife to my throat

“Step any closer, she dies” He snapped 

“And you would fail your mission.” Bruce shot back, this caused the man to lower his knife and stabbed me in the stomach. I instantly caught fire, not trying to, but the sudden pain in my stomach caused me to lose it. The man quickly tossed me at Bruce and I fell into him burning him. I quickly fell to the ground as I tried to stop the bleeding.

“I’m giving you one last warning” Bruce called out to the man. 

I managed to calm down enough to not be a raging ball of fire, as I tried to get up and make my way to a safe spot, but was quickly swept off of my feet and heard the sound of glass break, feeling a sudden rush of wind taking my breath away. The man grabbed me and threw me full force at the glass window. Feeling it shatter around me,  I was now falling to my death. I waited for the impact that never came. 

Instead I found myself in the arms of a giant green man who looked a lot like Bruce. once he made impact with the ground, he stood there for a moment shrinking to a smaller size. I was in the Doctors arms being held bridal style as he made his way back into the building. 

“Put me down I can walk” I demanded, but he ignored my request. I felt the sharp pain of my wound and tried to ignore it.

Once we made our way into the elevator, Bruce whispered in my ear “Sweetheart, you burned your clothes off.”

He watched as my face went red from embarrassment “Don’t worry, we won’t see anyone until we get you onto the medical floor, by then you’ll have something to cover yourself with. 

--

So here I was in the same medical room with just Bruce. I laid there with a small blanket covering me as he stitched me up.

“Lucky he didn’t hit and artery” he said while finishing up. “wait here” and he left I covered myself again waiting for his return. He tossed a big blue sweater and black sweatpants my way “This will be more comfortable” 

It sat up and pulled the sweater over my head adjusting it so my hands stuck out of the sleeves. It almost went to my knees and I put the sweatpants on and rolled them once at the waist so the fit. I looked up to see the doctor had turned around so that I could get some privacy.  I cleared my throat announcing I was done. 

“They smell like cologne” I gave a small smile taking in the strong smell.

“They’re mine” He smiled back softly. “So don’t burn them please.” He joked.

Tony came barging into the room.

“I thought we agreed, no escaping” He yelled.

“I di-” he cut me off

“I was gonna show you the ropes and maybe you could’ve been one of us dorks. It was gonna be a surprise.”

“Tony, she didn’t escape. Someone pretended to be and agent and tried to force her out and ended up stabbing her and throwing her out the window. I knocked him out and the big buy crushed him and caught y/n” Bruce explained. He said that Steve and Bucky have him tied up in a cell and are personally watching him. 

“Oh good” he sighed in relief “Cause I made you a suit” He said cheerfully and motioned for me to follow him. Bruce wrapped his arms around my waist holding me up carefully to not touch my wound. We made our way to, what I was assuming his lab. On the table I saw the black suit. I studied it carefully.

“You’re missing something” I looked up at Tony and he gave a confused look “I’m not sure what it’s though”

“Well it’s a good thing it’s not done” He stuck his tongue out like a child. 

I leaned closer into Bruce “I need to lay down” I spoke calmly trying not to cry out in pain as the shooting pain continued in my stomach. He picked me up again 

“Please don’t” I protested again, I hated to be carried. All my weight in someone else’s arms made me self conscious

“It’s okay, you’re a small woman, just relax.” He continued walking out of the room.

Next thing I know I’m being placed on a bed and a blanket is being pulled over my body. I moved quickly, unsure of my surrounding.

“Shh it’s okay. You’re in my room, on my bed, I don’t ever use the bed so I figured you could sleep there for tonight.” He rubbed my arm, and I quickly relaxed, knowing I was going to be okay. I allowed myself to drift into sleep.