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[burntsecrets]

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Pairing: Reader & Bucky, Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 702

Prompt: Reader tackles Bucky during training

Summary: During an intense training session, you seize your chance to catch Bucky Barnes off guard.

Warnings: physical combat, sparring, mild injury, suggestive tension, competitive banter, close physical contact, minor power play

The training room is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery. You're crouched low behind a stack of crates, heart pounding, eyes fixed on your target. Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stands in the center of the room, his back to you. His broad shoulders rise and fall with measured breaths, the subtle tension in his muscles telling you he’s waiting for something—for you.

You’ve been sparring with him for weeks, and he never makes it easy. That’s the thing with Bucky—he’s always one step ahead, always anticipating your every move. But today? Today feels different. Your powers hum beneath your skin, crackling with energy as you steady your breathing, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He’s fast, no doubt about it, but you’ve studied him. The way he shifts his weight, the slight tilt of his head when he listens for movement. You know you’ll only get one chance to catch him off guard, and if you miss it, you’ll be on your back in seconds. The memory of countless failed attempts plays in your mind, but this time, you’re ready.

You push off the balls of your feet, launching yourself forward with a speed you know most people wouldn’t see coming. The air rushes past your ears as you move, silent and precise. Bucky’s head tilts slightly, just like you predicted, but it’s too late for him. You close the distance in an instant, your shoulder slamming into his side with enough force to knock him off balance.

To your surprise, he stumbles. His eyes widen, caught off guard, as your combined momentum sends you both crashing to the ground. You straddle his waist, pinning him down, and your hands press firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms.

A grin spreads across your face, and Bucky stares up at you, half-amused, half-impressed. His metal hand grips your wrist, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you that the victory is yours—for now.

"You finally got me," he says, voice low, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes are sharp, still calculating, but there’s a glint of pride in them.

You raise an eyebrow, panting from the exertion but too stubborn to let it show. "Took me long enough," you reply, keeping your tone light despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Bucky shifts beneath you, his free hand brushing against your arm as he pushes himself slightly upright. "I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that. You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?"

You shrug, not bothering to deny it. "Maybe I wanted to make it interesting."

"Interesting?" His grin widens, and before you can react, he flips you over effortlessly, his speed and strength catching you off guard this time. In the blink of an eye, you’re the one flat on your back, Bucky looming over you with that familiar, cocky smile.

"Let’s see how you handle this then," he murmurs, leaning in just close enough that you feel his breath against your skin.

Your powers flare instinctively, a surge of energy rippling through you. But you stop yourself before unleashing it. Instead, you meet his gaze, matching his smirk with one of your own. "Oh, don’t worry, Barnes," you say, your voice confident, "I can handle anything you throw at me."

Bucky chuckles, the sound low and warm, and for a split second, the tension between you shifts—less competitive, more… something else. You’re both breathing hard, hearts racing, and the air between you seems to crackle with unspoken challenges.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it’s gone. Bucky pushes off of you and stands, offering a hand to pull you to your feet. You take it, still grinning, your muscles aching from the effort but buzzing with satisfaction. You finally bested him—at least for now.

As you dust yourself off, Bucky watches you, his expression softer now. "You’ve come a long way," he says, his tone quieter, almost thoughtful. "But don’t think for a second that I’m going easy on you next time."

You flash him a grin, your competitive spirit ignited all over again. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

[spicysun]

Should I write something? It's been three years after all.. Catching up on Marvel series lit the creative spark in me.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Sleep Tight

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Written: July 1st, 2nd, 2021

Posted: July 2nd, 2021

Warning: Mentions of Anxiety, Mention of Bar.

Word Count: 1,360

Summary: Jealousy strikes again

Loki Masterlist

The roaring of the room around you was overwhelming. Most of the team had considered the last mission to be one of failure, while you remained positive and thought it was a success, with none of the team members gravely injured.

Sitting at the table, you gazed around the bar. Steve and Tony were playing darts while Bruce and Bucky sat at a nearby table laughing at Tony's missed throws.

Natasha was sitting in front of you while Wanda was beside you, about of the enamored in a discussion about the upcoming mission. Thor and Loki sat at the front bar, in a deep discussion.

Gazing at Loki, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking how handsome he looked. Catching your staring, you attempted to dart your eyes back towards the group playing darts. Your cheeks began heating up as your stomach fluttered.

The sound of Natasha chuckling in front of you caught your attention.

"What's so funny?" You leaned back against your chair crossing your arms along your chest, as you tilted your head slightly.

Lifting her eyes to yours, she held your gaze seemingly boring into your soul. Shivering slightly, you cleared your throat as you began shifting in your chair.

"Oh, nothing." Natasha taunted. She brought her gaze back to her drink. Stirring the straw, she studied the movements as if it was the most important thing in the world. "Just, you and Loki." She smirked glancing back up to your eyes.

With widened eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat. Your jaw falling open slightly, as you felt your mouth become insanely dry. As your mind raced a million miles, you furrowed your eyebrows together staring at the table in front of you.

"There's no... Us."

Scoffing, you glanced up in time to see Natasha roll her eyes. "Maybe not right now..."

Frowning, you opened and closed your mouth before deciding against any argument you had. Letting out a huff, you groaned internally.

"You wouldn't be bothered if I told you, G.I. Jane is trying to make moves on him?"

Placing your elbows on the table, you leaned forward silently challenging her. Holding your eyes, she raised an eyebrow at you, wordlessly urging you to look. A pit began forming in your stomach the longer you stared at her allowing your mind to form assumptions. Biting the inside of your lip, you sighed. A sly smirk began forming on Natasha's lips.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the perky, slim brunette that was holding Loki's attention. As you continued staring at her, your mind began comparing you to her. It didn't take long before you realized, she was everything you weren't. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in perfect curls, while she wore a pair of black heels in a snuggly fit matching black dress. The sound of her gentle giggled somehow, carried over the booming music at the bar. As she glanced at the bartender, you were allowed a peek at her features. Her makeup had seemed to be perfect while her bust was nearly out. All the while, you were wearing black leggings, booties, with a plain white shirt as you topped off your outfit with a black leather jacket you had borrowed from Natasha.

Subconsciously, you reached up and fidgeted with your necklace pendant. Your breathing began to quicken, while your bottom lip was yanked between your teeth allowing you to chew on it. Frowning, you suddenly felt as if you were underdressed. Your mind began filling your thoughts with things you were insecure about, drowning out the music and nearby laughter.

"Hey," Natasha spoke. Reaching across the table, she clasped her hand around yours. Flinching at the sudden contact, you lifted your widened eyes to gaze into her worry-filled ones. "I'm sorry," She muttered. Her features scrunching up. "I-I didn't mean to make you upset-"

Shaking your head, you offered her a forced closed-lip smile. "You didn't."

Frowning, she knew you were bothered by how quick your response was.

"I...I think I'm going to go." You mumbled more so to yourself.

"Y/N-" Wanda attempted.

Standing up, you had already made up your mind. "I'll see you guys back at the compound."

Turning on your heel, you didn't bother waiting for either of your friends to respond. You were more concerned with the sudden feeling of the walls closing in on you. Nearly running out of the bar, you were met with the brisk night air.

Walking down the sidewalk, you had blocked out the noise and lights around you. The more you tried to ignore the feeling creeping up, the more it was consuming you. Feeling yourself begin to gasp for air, you navigated yourself in the direction of the nearest ally.

Placing a hand on the wall, you fold at your waist nearly toppling over. Resting your back against the wall, your head met the brick with a soft thud. Squeezing your eyes shut, your breaths becoming shallow, while you were overwhelmed by the feeling of your body shaking. Maneuvering your body, you sat leaning against the brick.

The sound of someone's footsteps echoed through the ally. As the stranger neared, the more your body trembled, willing anyone from the team to search for you.

"Hey, focus on me."

Snapping your eyes open, your jaw fell open slightly as you gazed into a familiar viridescent pair. As you slowly gazed at him, you took in his kneeling form beside you. His features holding a concerned expression as his eyes bore into yours. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned against him. Loki's aroma filled your nostrils.

"Take my hand." He spoke gently as he extended his hand towards you.

Gazing at him skeptically, you took the chance. In the blink of an eye, you were on your bed back at the compound. Toeing off your shoes, they hit the floor with a thud. Your borrowed jacket hitting the floor not long after.

Yanking your blankets back, you hurried underneath them making yourself snug, positioning yourself to face the door. Loki was quick to lift the blankets, allowing him to slide beneath. Before you could question, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder while the other was lazily draped across your waist. Shifting around, you finally found a comfortable position. Your forehead rested against his neck, while you absentmindedly traced shapes along his chest. Your instinct was to throw your leg across his hips, but you decided against it in hopes of not crossing any line.

However, Loki surprised you when he gripped the back of your knee, guiding it along his hips. Your eyebrows nearly darted to your hairline at the unexpected gesture.

Shaking you from your thoughts, was the soft rumble of Loki's chuckle underneath you. His hand that had guided your leg, rested comfortably upon the side of your knee, his thumb occasionally tracing along the area.

Focusing on his breathing, you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy as sleep washed over you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let a content sigh escape your lips. Gingerly, you nuzzled further into his neck earning another rumble of laughter. The sweet melody transcended upon you, causing your stomach to flutter. Drowsiness nearly taking its hold on you. Attempting to fight through it, you had some unanswered questions.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Laying against his chest, you were able to feel his soft hum.

"How did you know where I was?" You slurred with your eyes closed, giving up the fight of trying to hold them open.

"I..." His voice trailed off, as you could practically hear the frown in his voice. "I saw you leave.." He let out a pained sigh. "I was worried about you."

Scrunching your eyebrows, you felt as if your mind was playing tricks on you.

"But-" You were cut off by a yawn wracking through your body.

"Let's sleep now, and we can talk in the morning."

"I'm not even that tired." You grumbled as you hugged yourself closer to Loki.

Once he felt that you were deep enough in slumber, he placed a kiss upon your hair.

"Sleep tight, pet."

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“There’s been a new delivery for you, inmate” the guard carelessly drops the book through the bars.

Zemo lets the guard pass before sitting up and assessing the book now lying unassumingly on the concrete cell floor. 

He picks it up inspecting, turning to see the front of the cover. Few specs of dust now stuck to the front he brushes it off.

‘Responsibility and the Moral Sentiments, R. J. Wallace’

Biting his cheek he turns back towards the bed flicking through the pages in search for the code. 

And there it is. As always.

This time he can’t help it, his lips tug into a smirk. 

‘ I’m coming for you soon. Hydra are resurfacing again’

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Siblings and Alcohol || Chris Evans

• 𝓐𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓼 •

𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠

S/N: Amy

N.º de palavras: 3339 palavras

Gatilhos: Bebida

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• 𝓐𝓶𝔂 •

Atendo o interfone da minha casa revelando que a minha irmã Sasha estava no portão. Abro-o deixando ela entrar com o seu carro e vou ter com ela.

– Não sabia que me visitavas hoje. – Brinco apoiada na porta do seu carro.

– Desculpa maninha, mas não sei se te lembras, mas hoje é a festa que te falei. – Ela sai do carro com um lindo vestido cinza que lhe dava um pouco acima dos joelhos e de saltos altos.

– Sim, não me esqueci. Queres que te leve até lá? – Pergunto.

– Não, eu apanho um táxi como combinado. Depois venho buscar o carro mais tarde. – Sasha tranca o carro e entrega-me as chaves. – Para evitar problemas.

– Sim, não queremos que certas coisas voltem a acontecer. – Ela interrompe-me.

– Isso foi só uma vez... – Ela tenta argumentar.

– Claro, de qualquer das maneiras, amanhã não trabalho se precisares de alguma coisa liga-me e tem cuidado.

– Amy, eu é que sou a irmã mais velha, eu é que te tenho que dizer essas coisas. – Ela ri fazendo-me juntar a ela.

Falamos mais um pouco enquanto ela espera o táxi e assim que ele chega, ela entra e vai para a festa que não ficava muito longe daqui. Volto para dentro e tomo um banho relaxante, vestindo em seguida um pijama que consistia em uma camisola de alças rosa-claro e um short bem curtinho cinzento. Distraio-me, depois com uma serie o resto da noite.

Acabo adormecendo no sofá e olho as horas. Eram 3 da manhã, vejo se tenho alguma chamada ou mensagem de Sasha. Até agora ela não me disse mais nada. Apago a TV e vou para o meu quarto.

Quando estou prestes a adormecer ouço uns gritos vindo da rua e a minha campainha começa a tocar freneticamente segundos depois. Como não respondo a pessoa começa a gritar o meu nome e logo apercebo-me que era Sasha.

– Meu deus Sasha. – Levanto-me rapidamente da cama e abro o portão da rua abrindo a porta de minha casa logo em seguida.

É quando vejo Sasha e mais um homem cambaleando completamente bêbedos. O homem era alto de cabelo loiro bem aparado juntamente com a sua barba. Ele vestia um fato cinza que combinava com o vestido de minha irmã.

– Maninha, este é o Scott, Scott é a minha maninha Amy, falei-te dela. – Sasha fala abraçando-me.

– Olá maninha da Sasha e meu deus és tão bonitinha. – Ele agarra nas minhas bochechas.

– Olá. Sasha quem é ele? – Pergunto visivelmente preocupada em deixar um homem totalmente estranho na minha casa.

– Já te disse, é o Scott, ele é amigo de um amigo que trabalha comigo. – Ela fala apoiando-se na parede da entrada.

– Amigo? Que modesta. Peguei um deles uma vez. Eu estava na cidade e acabei sendo convidado para esta festa. – Ele fala fazendo-me largar um pequeno riso e logo me apercebendo que isto vai ser uma longa noite.

Levo-os para dentro de casa, Scott deita-se no meu sofá e Sasha começa a vasculhar os meus armários.

– O que procuras Sasha? – Falo virando a minha atenção para ela.

– À procura de bebida. – Ela diz descaradamente.

– Tens água no frigorifico e sumo, fora isso não bebes mais nada. – Falo impondo-me para que ela não me desobedeça.

Cuidar de adulto bêbedo é igual a cuidar de criança pequena, mal sabem andar, podem vomitar a qualquer momento e os seu humor pode ir do 8 ao 80 em questão de segundos.

– Amyyyyy. – Ouço Scott chamar e vou até ele tirando a minha atenção de Sasha.

– Sim Scott. – Falo preocupada.

– Toma. – Ele entrega-me o seu telemóvel. – Podes ligar ao meu irmão para me vir buscar, ele não está a fazer nada e sei que ainda deve estar acordado. – Ele fala sério e se eu não o visse antes juraria que estava sóbrio.

– Está bem, como é que ele se chama? – Pergunto um pouco nervosa.

– Chris. – Ele fala.

Sasha põe música nas colunas de som com o meu computador que estava perto. Procuro rapidamente o número e logo encontro, ligo-lhe e ele atende logo em seguida.

– Olá, por chance este é o Chris, o irmão do Scott? – Pergunto porque ele tinha muitos contactos com o mesmo nome.

– Sim sou. Aconteceu alguma coisa? – Ele fala e sinto um tom de preocupação da sua voz.

– Está tudo bem, mas resumindo o que aconteceu, a minha irmã conheceu o teu irmão numa festa e eles acabaram os dois bêbedos à minha porta. – Afasto-me um pouco de Scott que cantava Taylor Swift com a minha irmã aos berros. – Vou te ser sincera eu mal consigo tomar conta da minha irmã quando ela está bêbeda imagina tomar conta dela e de mais um homem que é literalmente quase o dobro de mim. Podias vir-me ajudar? – Quase que imploro.

– CHRIS. – Scott grita no fundo. – VEM LOGO DESGRAÇA.

– Claro, manda-me a morada.

– Sim, mando por mensagem. Obrigada.

Desligo a chamada e envio a morada ao qual ele me responde que chegava em 5 minutos.

– ELE VEM A CAMINHO. – Grito por cima do som da música, baixando-a em seguida

Respiro fundo e vou rapidamente passar um pouco de água pela cara para acordar pois a noite ia ser longa. Enquanto isso Sasha tinha voltado a meter a música alta.

– SASHA EU TENHO VIZINHOS BAIXA ESSA MERDA! – Grito e ela parece obedecer.

Como prometido Chris chega pouco tempo depois. Abro o portão e deixo a porta de minha casa aberta para ele entrar enquanto vigiava Sasha na sua procura de mais álcool depois de deixar a música de parte.

– Posso entrar? – Ouço a voz parecida com a da chamada.

– SIM! – Grito. – O MEU DEUS SASHA, LARGA ISSO. – Grito novamente quando vejo que Sasha com uma taça de cristal prenda dos meus pais quando me mudei para esta casa.

Nem eu nem Sasha gostávamos daquela taça, mas para não dececionar os meus pais, metia-a em exposição quando eles aqui apareciam.

– NÃO. – Sasha grita de volta rindo-se enquanto corria com a taça na cabeça como se fosse um chapéu.

– SASHA. – Chamo por seu nome e sigo-a até à sala onde ela para de repente.

É quando vejo um homem alto, bem estruturado de cabelo loiro e barba bem aparada a tirar a taça da cabeça da minha irmã e pousá-la em cima de uma comoda perto.

– Presumo que sejas o Chris. – Falo aproximando-me dele.

– Sim, não apanhei o seu nome. – Ele estende a sua mão para me cumprimentar.

– Sem formalidade, o meu nome é Amy e obrigada por vires. – Correspondo ao seu aperto de mão perdendo-me por breves segundos nos seus olhos azuis.

– Ora essa. Scott vamos. – Chris fala e Scott apenas lhe responde com um enorme ressono.

– Ele adormeceu? Como eu queria que a minha também fosse assim. – Suspiro.

– Por vezes não sei se é bênção ou maldição ele fazer isto. – Ele fala passando a mão pela cabeça e eu dou uma leve risada.

– Sasha, linda, meu amor. – Falo quando vejo que Sasha continuava perdida de seus pensamentos focada em Chris e ela parece acordar quando falo com ela.

– Quem é o deus grego? – Ela fala finalmente fazendo-me ficar extremamente envergonhada.

– É o Chris, irmão do Scott. – Falo aproximando-me dela que senta-se nas costas do sofá.

– Scott! Porque não me disseste que o teu irmão era tão gato? – Ela fala e eu apenas suspiro.

Bem depois disto não há como piorar.

– Sasha limites. Desculpa Chris. – Tento tirar a sua atenção dele.

– Chris? Espera eu conheço-te. – Ela levanta-se e aponta-lhe o dedo.

– Sasha tu conheces toda a gente. – Tento amenizar.

– O meu deus, tu és o Chris Evans. Amy, é o Chris Evans. – Ela tenta-se aproximar dele mais eu impeço-a.

– Sasha quieta. – Falo como se ela fosse um cachorrinho.

– Não Amy, é mesmo ele. – Ela continua.

– Sim e eu sou Amy Adams. Sasha, amor é a bebida. Vamos. – Encaminho ela para a casa de banho do meu quarto e volto para Chris.

– Peço imensa desculpa. – Falo num suspiro.

– Ela não está errada, eu sou... – Ele começa, mas logo interrompo.

– Eu sei, eu reconheci o teu irmão. E o teu contacto no telemóvel dele é Chris Evans, uma pessoa apenas junta os pontinhos. – Dou um leve sorriso. – Podemos dizer que a minha irmã gosta do teu trabalho.

– E tu? – Ele pergunta deixando-me confusa. Pergunta básica, mas já era bem tarde.

– E eu o quê? – Devo parecer uma idiota.

– Também gostas do meu trabalho? – Ele pergunta descarado.

– Podemos dizer que sim. – Deixo um pequeno sorriso forma-se no meu rosto novamente.

– Muito bem. – Chris responde devolvendo-me um sorriso.

– Como queres fazer com Scott? Se quiserem ficar no quarto de hóspedes...

– Pois, nós estamos num hotel aqui perto. – Ele faz uma pequena pausa, penso que pensando no que faria a seguir. – Duvido conseguir levá-lo assim. Ele agora não acorda mais. – Chris suspira.

– O quarto é a primeira porta à direita e a porta a seguir a essa é uma casa de banho. Se quiseres roupa para dormir, pode ser que tenha ai algo para os dois.

– Obrigada Amy. Vamos lá Scott. – Ele aproxima-se de Scott que continuava a dormir.

– Eu vou só ver se a Sasha, entretanto, não me destruiu o quarto.

Deixo Chris para trás e abro a porta do quarto de hospedes para ser mais fácil ele entrar e vou para o meu ver o ponto de situação com Sasha.

Depois de alguma luta, consigo que ela se banhe e vista um pijama. Sasha deita-se na cama capotando em seguida. Aproveito e vou dar a roupa prometida a Chris e Scott. Bato à porta.

– Posso entrar? – Pergunto abrindo a porta.

– Sim. – Chris responde.

Entro e vejo que Scott já estava deitado na cama só de t-shirt, boxers e meias. Vou até a uma comoda onde tiro dois duas t-shirts brancas cada uma estampada com um coisa diferente e dois calções pelo joelho de pijama.

– Aqui está. – Entrego a roupa e olho o corpo de Chris, tirando-lhe as medidas. – Tenho quase certeza que cabe.

– Obrigada. – Ele ri e pega na roupa.

– Até amanhã. – Falo e saio do quarto juntando-me a Sasha.

Deitei-me eram 4 da manhã, mas o meu sossego não durou muito, pois Sasha não parava de se mexer. Era completamente impossível dormir na mesma cama que ela. Um movimento súbito de Sasha faz-me cair no chão.

– Chega. – Falo frustrada.

Olho as horas, eram 4:45 da manhã, pego na minha almofada e num cobertor dirigindo-me ao meu querido sofá da sala. Caminho no escuro e jogo a minha almofada e cobertor para cima do sofá.

– Tu também? – Ouço uma voz assuntando-me e ligo a luz no mesmo segundo.

– QUE SUSTO. Queres-me matar do coração? – Falo acalmando a minha respiração.

– Desculpa não era a minha intenção. – Ele senta-se no sofá dando espaço para eu me sentar do seu lado.

– Eu sei. – Suspiro.

– Não consegues dormir? – Chris olha-me e eu deito o meu corpo para trás passando as mãos nos olhos tentando permanecer desperta.

– A Sasha não para de se mexer. – Falo agora enterrando a cabeça na minha almofada para conter a raiva. – Eu só quero dormir. – Choramingo um pouco e sinto a mão de Chris a fazer-me carinhos nas minhas costas, consolando-me – E tu? Qual é a tua desculpa? – Olho-o.

– Por alguma razão, o Scott quando adormece bêbedo ressona imenso. Eu não durei 10 minutos. – Ele ri fazendo-me ri por reflexo.

– Eles estão bem um para o outro. – Falo e respiro fundo.

– Eu posso dormir no chão se... – Chris oferece-se, mas não o deixo terminar.

– Não é preciso, o sofá abre. Há espaço suficiente para os dois. – Falo levantando-me e Chris segue-me.

Abrimos o sofá que se forma numa confortável cama de casal, grande o suficiente para caber 3 pessoas.

– Vejo que a roupa ficou bem. – Falo sem pensar.

– Sim, perfeita. Como...

– A roupa é do meu ex, e em termos de corpo vocês são parecidos. Calculei que fosse ficar bem. – Explico e vejo a sua expressão mudar.

– Oh. – Chris fala surpreendido.

– Sim, a diferença tu tens mais bunda. Afinal de contas essa é a bunda da América. – Brinco lembrando-me de um dos seus papeis.

Chris corresponde com um riso tosco que me faz rir junto. Vou buscar uma colcha que desse para tapar os dois. Apago a luz da sala e ajeito-me no meu canto, enquanto Chris faz o mesmo do seu lado. Adormeço rapidamente devido ao meu nível de cansaço.

Acordo com a claridade do sol, pois as janelas da minha sala eram enormes e eu ainda não tinha arranjado maneira de tapar o sol. Num momento de lucidez apercebo-me que já não estou mais no meu canto e sinto uma respiração de quente no meu pescoço, assim como uma mão na minha cintura. Tento me mexer e é quando me lembro que ontem acabei partilhando o sofá com Chris. O meu deus, eu estou de conchinha com o Chris Evans.

Tiro a sua mão da minha cintura e chego-me para o meu canto sem fazer movimentos bruscos. Não o quero acordar. Levanto-me lentamente e vou fazer as minhas higienes. Quando volto Chris já estava acordado.

– Bom dia, raio de sol! – Brinco voltando a deitar-me

– Bom dia. – Ele fala ainda roco esboçando um pequeno sorriso de lado enquanto me cobria com a colcha.

– Dormiste bem? – Aconchego-me na colcha e viro a minha atenção para Chris que continuava deitado.

– Sim, muito bem e tu?

– Que nem um anjinho, apesar de ainda estar extremamente cansada. Então o que fazes por cá? – Pergunto curiosa.

– Vim fazer uma leitura de roteiro, amanhã é o meu último dia cá, depois volto para Boston. – Ele eleva a sua cabeça com a sua mão apoiada no sofá.

– Espero que tenhas gostado de aqui estar, na nossa humilde cidade. – Brinco.

– Adorei. – Chris sorri. – Então a noite passado foi para minha lista das noites mais estranhas e sem sentido da minha vida.

– Não me digas... – Elevo a minha cabeça igual a Chris. – ...que é a primeira vez que a teu irmão sai para uma festa conhece uma mulher lá, ambos decidem vamos chatear a irmã da mulher caindo bêbedos na sua porta de entrada e depois receberes uma chamada, um bocado em pânico da irmã da mulher a implorar que a venhas acudir, porque ela não consegue tomar conta do recado.

– Sim é. – Ele ri.

– Pois a mim também. – Dou um pequeno riso. – Ela normalmente quando vem para minha casa, depois de uma festa destas, chega sozinha, não acompanhada.

– Posso dizer o mesmo.

Rimos e por alguma razão o momento fica sério onde eu fiquei perdida nos seus profundos olhos azuis.

Sem dar conta estávamos perigosamente perto, o espaço entre os nossos corpos tinha diminuído e os seus lábios estavam no meu alcance. Não eu não podia, pensava. Eu não me lembro como cheguei lá, mas em questão de segundos os nossos lábios estavam iniciando um beijo lento fazendo o meu corpo arrepiar-se todo.

Chris endireita-se fazendo o meu corpo acompanhar o seu movimento. Ele apoia as suas costas no sofá ficando sentado e ajuda o meu corpo a ficar no seu colo. Tudo isto sem nunca largarmos os lábios um do outro.

As minhas mãos estavam no seu rosto acompanhando os nossos movimentos enquanto as dele envolviam o meu corpo ficando depois no meu quadril. Paramos o beijo e apercebo-me que as nossas respirações estavam ambas ofegantes. Um momento de silencio prevalece e o meu olhar saltava constantemente entre os seus lindos olhos azuis e os seus doces lábios.

Era como se o meu corpo não corresponde-se aos comandos dados pelo meu cérebro e inclino-me para mais um beijo que me é correspondido com um sorriso ladino. Mais uma vez as mãos de Chris viajavam pelas minhas costas aumentando a necessidade do nosso beijo. Mas lembro-me que Sasha e Scott podiam aparecer a qualquer momento.

– Não... – Falo ofegante.

– Desculpa fiz alguma coisa mal?

– Não, estava tudo perfeito, mas eles podem aparecer a qualquer momento.

– Tens razão.

Dou um último selinho nos seus lábios fazendo-o esboçar um pequeno sorriso e saio do seu colo sentando-me do seu lado. Colocamos o sofá normal e ligo a televisão, deitando a minha cabeça sobre o ombro de Chris. Ficamos ali cerca de 5 minutos até Sasha aparecer.

– Amyyy, onde estás? – Ouço a porta do meu quarto fechar e crio um pouco de distância entre mim e Chris.

– Aqui. – Respondo.

– Preciso de um comprimido para as dores... – Ela fala e o seu olhar cai em Chris. – Eu sabia que não era da bebida Amy. Olá.

– Olá. – Chris devolve.

– Primeira gaveta a contar do frigorifico. – Falo levantando-me.

– Se o Chris ainda aqui está presumo que o Scott também. – Fala num tom baixo.

– Preciso de algo para as dores. – Scott fala baixinho passando casualmente por nós.

– A Sasha está ao pé deles. – Digo.

– Obrigada.

– Não tens nada a me dizer Sasha? – Olho-a à espera de pelo menos um pedido de desculpas.

– Maninha do meu coração, se é um pedido de desculpas que estás à procura, estás enganada. – Ela fala bebendo água com o comprimido.

– Sasha. – Repreendo-a.

– Amy, o Chris Evans está aqui, do que é que tenho que me desculpar? – Sasha fala descarada fazendo-me corar.

– Bom ponto. – Scott fala e Chris olha-o sério. – Qual é Chris? Não ias fazer nada de qualquer das maneiras. E ela faz o teu tipo e tudo, bonita, inteligente e sensual para um diabo.

– Scott! – Chris repreende-o.

– O que foi? Sou gay, não cego.

– Nós temos que ir embora. – Chris fala e Scott apenas assente.

– Já tens o número dela? – Ele fala ao longe com Chris.

Eles desaparecem ficando apenas eu e Sasha na cozinha.

– Sasha é a última vez que isto acontece. – Falo séria.

– Verdade, para a próxima vens comigo. – Ela fala sem um único pingo de vergonha na cara.

– Tu não existes.

– Só agora que descobriste? – Ela deixa-me sozinha e vai para o meu quarto.

Fico na sala a ver TV e Chris junta-se a mim, já completamente vestido com Scott atrás. Sasha aparece momentos depois.

– Vocês vão para onde? – Sasha pergunta colocando uns óculos escuros.

– O hotel. – Scott responde.

– Posso vos dar boleia até ao hotel, fica no caminho. – Sasha fala e ambos concordam.

Despeço-me de Sasha e Scott que vão andando na direção do carro deixando Chris e eu sozinhos. Eu já não sabia o que dizer e ele também parecia não saber por onde começar.

– Gostei muito de te conhecer. – Falo finalmente e ele solta um leve sorriso.

– Igual e obrigada por tudo. – Chris diz e eu apenas me perco nos seus olhos.

Em outro momento de loucura, partilhado por ambos iniciamos um beijo com vontade. Cada aperto que ele dava na minha cintura fazia o meu corpo arrepiar-se.

– Quando estiveres por perto não te esqueças de ligar. – Falo nos seus braços.

– Boston fica apenas a 45 minutos daqui, se quiseres posso visitar-te qualquer dia. – Ele passa com a sua mão no meu rosto fazendo um carinho.

– Fico à espera então. – Falo perdendo-me novamente nos seus olhos imensos.

Chris rouba-me um último beijo e afasta-se com um sorriso bobo nos lábios. Vejo eles darem partida e desaparecendo ao longe. Fecho a porta e vou para o meu quarto onde penso na loucura que foi a noite passada e tudo porque Sasha foi a uma festa. Deito-me na minha cama e acabo pegando o sono pensado como seria o meu reencontro com Chris.

[weirdlyokaywithit]

Kiss the Girl pt 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smutty thoughts, Disney princesses, swearing, smart ass remarks

This is the second part of @valkyriesryde’s writing challenge, this is late but better late than never. 

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You woke with a start, a scream tearing out of your throat and tears pouring down your face. Hands fisted in sheets, you were absolutely drenched in sweat and your chest was heaving.

“It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real,” you whispered to yourself. 

Your clock glared 3:42AM in neon green letters, you knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep. After a few deep breaths to steady your breathing and heart rate, you swung your legs out and got up from your bed. You decided to go ahead and start your day, the gym would likely be empty since it was the middle of night. 

After pulling on workout clothes, you took the elevator down to the gym and upon entry JARVIS greeted you and asked if you would like your usual workout playlist. After Kevin Gates started blaring through the speakers, you took a shot of pre-workout and started your warm-up. You were already pouring sweat when the doors to the elevator opened and revealed a tired Bucky Barnes, you called for JARVIS to pause the music. When the music stopped, you sat on one of the benches and Bucky shuffled over to sit next to you. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly. 

“Just another nightmare,” you replied, wiping sweat from your brow and swigging out of a water bottle. 

“Can I workout with you?” Bucky asked. 

“You know you don’t have to ask me that, I told you when you got here that you could workout with me any time you want,” you replied, giving him a nudge with your elbow. 

“I’ve seen your workouts, you trying to torture yourself?” Bucky joked.

He wasn’t wrong necessarily, your workouts were designed to push your body so that your mind would stop. You stood up and laughed, you walked over to the free weights section and set up for an intense leg day now that Bucky was joining you. You both got to work on lifting and the silence didn’t bother you like you thought it would, the grunts and semi-laboured breathing. 

“I can’t go back to sleep, after they happen,” you said, softly. 

Bucky’s ocean eyes found mine, he sucked in a deep breath and pushed through the rest of his set before the bar hit the floor. 

“I can’t either, they just start all over again,” Bucky replied, he wiped sweat from his forehead with his forearm. 

You nodded, “Do you think we’ll ever not have them?” 

Bucky’s face softened at the sound of your words, you could see that he was just as tired of plaguing nightmares as you were. He strode the few feet over to stand in front of you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you leaned into the contact. 

“I gave up hope a long time ago, I hope that you don’t have them forever,” his words were low and they wrapped around you warmly. 

Tears welled in your eyes and he pulled you into his arms, his large hand softly stroking your hair as he shushed you. You wound your arms tightly around his waist and held on like he was your lifeline as you silently cried into his chest. He crooned your name in your ear, and swayed with you softly back and forth. Your tears slowly stopped and you just let him hold you like that, it was so intimate and it felt… right being that close to him. You forced yourself to pull away from his arms and wipe your face off.

“Wanna spar now?” You asked, avoiding his eyes. 

The two of you sparred for hours, until Steve eventually came down looking for you two, you were both a mess, gasping for air and disheveled. Bucky would spar with you until you couldn’t take anymore, that was why you two always worked well on missions together. Steve made you and Bucky hit the shower and then show up on time for breakfast, insisting that Tony was gonna have your heads if you weren’t on time. 

After breakfast you decided you needed some downtime and so you ended up in the media room binging Criminal Minds. You were a good six episodes in when JARVIS greeted Bucky as he walked in, your head popped up over the back of the couch and saw him leaning against the doorway. You immediately paused the episode and motioned for him to come sit with you. 

“You can come watch with me if you want, it’s a little dark but the character development is honestly worth getting through some of the freaky parts,” you said as Bucky plopped down next to you. Bucky motioned for you to hit play and he snorted as soon as he saw Reid, and glanced over at you with a small smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, now I see what you were talking about, Y/N, you’re really here for the character development,” He snarked.

“Hey, now, you may think Spence is a dork but that man has three PHDs, and he could throw me around any day,” you joked. 

Bucky snorted and shoved you, “Hey now! I don’t have three PHDs and I throw you around almost everyday.” 

You burst into laughter at that and Bucky couldn’t help but join in after you started wheezing and tears came leaking out. It was JARVIS announcing Sam and Steve behind you that had yours and Bucky’s laughter coming to a halt, they were both holding giant bowls and Steve had a hold of one of Tony’s fedoras. 

“Lady and gentlemen, it is now time for our next movie showing. Bucky you need to draw so we can get this show on the road,” Sam said jovially. 

Bucky rolled his eyes and stuck his hand behind him, Steve moved so his hand was in the hat and Bucky dramatically drew the piece of paper out. He opened it and announced that we would now be watching Beauty and the Beast, you grinned because you knew Bucky would like some parts of this film. Even you could admit that Beauty and the Beast was pretty good, it had funny moments and wholesome ones. 

“YES! Now, tin man, you just need to prepare to be wowed by the GREATEST princess movie of all time!” Sam crowed and plopped on the other couch.

“Yeah, yeah, bird brain, pipe down over there and let the movie speak for itself,” you reminded Sam.

Steve chuckled, “JARVIS, please start Beauty and the Beast.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” JARVIS responded and the Disney music started. 

Bucky scooched closer to you and eventually his shoulder was touching your own, the contact sent the usual butterflies into a frenzy and goosebumps started down your back. You watched as the beautiful Belle sang her way through the village and tried to ignore the nagging voice in your head that was telling you to lay your head on Bucky’s broad shoulder. After continuing to watch absentmindedly, a large warm hand landed on your thigh just above your knee. Your eyes snapped to Bucky’s hand currently on your leg, thumb softly rubbing circles just above your knee sending electric pulses straight to your core. You peered over at him through your lashes, his eyes were locked on the screen but his lips were pulled into a soft smirk. 

God, his lips, they were so damn distracting, he was so damn distracting. All you could think about were his lips kissing their way down your neck, breasts, and stomach to the one place you needed them most. You wanted to tangle your fingers through his chestnut locks and ride his tongue like your life depended on it. You felt a rush of wetness between your thighs and you bit your lip as you prayed that he would never stop rubbing his thumb in those delicious circles on your skin. 

You snapped your attention back to reality when Bucky leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Okay, Sam might have you on this one, doll. I mean seriously, the teacup, c’mon?” 

“Oh chill out, you haven’t even started to witness greatness yet,” you whispered back.

Bucky chuckled softly and his warm breath lingered for just a second and you relished having his mouth so close to you, relished the feeling of Bucky Barnes whispering in your ear. You smiled softly at the man next to you and he returned it with a cheeky grin, his hand giving your thigh a tiny squeeze. You trained your eyes on the screen in front of you and forced yourself to watch the rest of the movie wtih wild thoughts about Bucky running through your mind. Before you knew it, Tale as Old as Time started pouring through the speaker and you took a deep breath. 

As soon as the credits started rolling, Bucky’s hand slid up your thigh before it left your leg and he looked over at you with a goofy grin on his face. The sight of his smile made your heart skip a beat or maybe stutter, you couldn’t decide which but your heart was going haywire. The lights flicked on overhead and you stretched your arms over your head before getting up, Sam was serenading the room with his rendition of Be Our Guest. You and Bucky shared a look before both snickering at your friend, Steve was by the door shaking his head. 

“So, tin man, what did you think of my pick? It was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Sam goaded, giving Bucky a small shove. 

“Birdman, there was a talking candlelabra,” Bucky snorted, and you grinnned. 

“Oh, don’t you talk about my man, Lumiere liike that!” Sam exclaimed. 

Steve laughed heartily as you mocked Sam behind his back, he spun around and you quickly dropped all expression from your face but it was too late he definitely saw you. Sam scooped you up around your knees and tackled you into the couch, you cried out in surprise and before you knew it Sam was ripped off of you and Bucky was standing worriedly close. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, seriously it was more of a shocked sound than anything,” you reassured him and took the hand he offered to help you up. 

“But, I am starving so can we get food?” You asked with a playful smile.

Bucky grinned and motioned for you to lead the way so you did, heading up to the shared level. While everyone was in the elevator, you bickered about what to eat and none of you could agree so you decided to just do your own thing. 

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Part Three will be up soon! Comment and leave me some feedback :)

[aliasimagines]

"Gosh! How you do this?" you looked at Wanda's pumking which had a really detailed flower carved into it.

"Well it's not that hard. You want me to help with yours?"

Looking desperatly at your own pumpkin you noded.

"Yes please"

[shadowsof-thenight]

MCUimagine

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Imagine running into you best friends brother, Clint, while he is out with his avenger friends

“Y/n?” Clint called out as he saw the solemn figure walking past him. You stopped and quickly wiped away the tears before turning around to face him and his friends. You'd had a horrid night, but Clint did not need to know that. You hadn't seen each other in forever, he would be the last person to dump your problems on.

“Barton!” you exclaimed and hoped the smile on your face could fool him.

“How have you been? “ Clint asked as he gave you a hug.

“Good, really. Finished college, got a job.” You summarized in short.

“Great” He said.

“What about you? Taking a night off from saving the world?” You joked.

“He takes a night off quite often” one of his companions joined in on the conversation.

“In fact, we often have to save him” another added. You laughed.

“Y/N, this is Sam” Clint pointed to first one, “ and this is Tony.” he pointed to the second speaker.

“Nice to meet you” you said with a smile. The smile felt less forced now. It might have been a good thing, running into a kind, familiar face.

“How do you know our Clint?” Tony wanted to know as he shook your hand.

“I am friends with his sister” you said.

“You have a sister?” another friend jumped in. This one you recognised as Thor. The tabloids loved him.

“They don't know about Faith?” you wondered, looking at Clint confused. He was crazy about his little sister.

“Thor doesn't know about Faith. Or, he didn't.” Clint said with a sheepish grin.

“Y/N let me introduce you to the rest of the group. Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Pepper” Clint said while pointed to each individual. They all shook your hand. You looked at all the face before you. This was an intimidating group of people. All of them were too good looking and there was not a hair out of place. You felt a little shabby in comparison. Your make up was probably not looking to good by now and you have been walking for over an hour now, your hairdo must have suffered.

“Where are you off too?” Pepper asked.

“Just...on my way home” you said. You neglected to mention you were supposed to be on a date with your boyfriend of 5 months. Correction; ex-boyfriend.

“Want to join us for a drink?” Clint wondered. You were about to say no, you had had a horrible day. Perhaps it was best to just call it quits before it could get worse.

“Yes, come” Pepper added and everyone offered you a smile. They seemed so welcoming and you couldn't help but smile and nod. Perhaps this day could be salvaged after all.

Pepper linked her arm with you and you all continued on towards the bar further up the street.

The night progressed quite nicely as they all laughed and joked. You heard stories about the avengers, you never thought you'd hear. How they pranked each other. Celebrated birthdays and of course, how they liked to embarrass Clint every now and again. You had no doubt, Clint gave as good as he got.

You in turn told them about the things you, Clint and Faith would get up to when you were younger. Clint, not letting any boy near his sister. And how you and Faith would get around Clint so you  could date. Or how all three of you would sneak out of the house to go to a party. Clint saving you from being grounded by sneaking you back into the house, while drunk. You even showed them some pictures of your adventures.

You were glad you had come along. This was a perfect way to end an otherwise crappy day. Everyone had been really nice. As everyone was getting ready to leave,  you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

“Where have you been hiding her?” Sam wondered as soon as you were out of earshot.

“She's been travelling Europe with Faith” Clint explained.

“So, did you ever date her?” Natasha asked.

“Oh god no. that would be weird. She's like a sister.” Clint laughed.

“So, she's fair game?” Sam now asked and Clint laughed again. He wasn't sure how to answer that. He felt the need to protect her. These men were great, but were they good enough for her?

“I'm pretty sure she can decide for herself” Pepper saved him.

“Perhaps we should invite her to the party.” Natasha said, looking at Tony. He nodded in agreement was he wrapped his arms around Pepper. He never really cared who they invited to his parties.

“Y/N,” Tony said as you returned to the table, “ We're having a party next week. Would you like to come.”

“Sounds fun. When?” you asked.

“Bring Faith” Thor exclaimed before anyone could answer and you laughed.

[finnsstyles]

pink

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: peter gets hurt and fem!reader helps clean his wounds while crying

“ouch,” peter exclaimed as he dropped into y/n’s room from her window. she just looked up at him with a bored expression on her face, 

“hey, pete.” she looked back down at her computer and continued typing. she was finishing the third page of her thesis paper. she almost forgot that peter was there until she heard his heavy breathing and small sighs as he struggled to stand up. her eyes flashed up from her screen and caught his hand pressed tightly to his left side. 

“woah, what happened?” she set her stuff aside and paced towards him. she held her hands out to touch his sides but decided against it after getting a good look at him. her hands hovered beside him and he watched her face change from relaxed to frantic. 

“it’s okay, it’s okay. i’m fine, it’s just a cut. all i need is to clean it and i will be good as new in like an hour,” his voice was strained and so was his face. he sat down on the edge of her bed and gave out a sigh. it really hurt to breathe, so he was just going to have to hang out here until he was healed enough to swing home. he looked up from his side to the girl in front of him, his best friend, who was standing there gawking at him. her mouth opened and closed, open and closed and open and closed. she didn’t know what to say.

“you’re–wha–pete,– just a cut? you’re fucking kidding me, right? you’re bleeding!” she rushed off before he could answer. she came back with a first aid kit, warm washcloth, cup of water and some ibuprofen. 

peter felt a soft smile overcome his face, “listen, y/n/n. i’m gonna need you to clean it for me ‘cause i can’t reach it.” he watched her eyes widen with panic, “i am going to talk you through it, okay?” he soothed. he reached a sweaty palm out for her forearm and pulled her in to stand between his legs. in this position he could see her face even though she was trying to hide. 

she made eye contact with him and he gave her an encouraging smile. she took a centering breath, “okay.” she turned around to grab the supplies she set down and turned back to him. he had taken his suit off down to his hips and he was covered in bruises and scratches and blood, his blood. her breath was uneven and her hands were shaky. i can’t do this. 

“i can’t do this,” she blurted. “i don’t know what i am doing. what if i hurt you or make you worse? i–,” she wrung her hands together while rocking side-to-side on her feet. 

peter reached two gloved hands to cup her supple cheeks. his gaze softened. he wanted to say: you could never hurt me, but he knew she wouldn’t like that so he settled for, “you can’t make me any worse than i am right now.” she gave him a skeptical look but nuzzled into his palms. he smiled at her and slipped a hand into her locks to pull her closer. he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. she leant into the second kiss he gave as he deepened it. 

he pulled her into his lap to straddle his thighs and kept giving her loving kisses. the hand on her cheek moved to his back to run up and down in a soothing pattern. he pulled back to look at her, perched on his lap with glassy eyes and swollen pink lips. he loved that color on her, especially on her lips. pink. he remembers when they were little and she dyed the expensive highlights that her mom got put in her hair bright pink. she looked awesome. 

he handed her the first aid items and started to explain what to do.

“do you– do you think you could lean back? when you’re sitting up like that it kinda scrunches the wound and i want to make sure that i clean it all so that way it heals nicely,” her eyelashes fluttered as she spoke. peter smirked and lowered himself to the bed with her help and her cheeks tinged pink once she took in the position they were in. her childhood best friend, who was also a secret superhero, was splayed out beneath her thighs with nothing on his chest while she sat atop his muscular thighs, looking down at him. 

“o–okay, i’m going to clean it now, okay? it’s gonna sting so just ask me to stop if you need me to.” she brought the washcloth with disinfectant on it to his cut and winced before it even touched his side. he let out a hiss when it made contact and she flinched but kept steady pressure. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i know it hurts. i’m so sorry.” 

her voice was starting to waver as her bottom lip wobbled. she was stressed. one of the most important people in her life is bleeding below her and is in pain and she can’t really do anything to make him feel better except to say nice things. it was a maddening feeling, to just sit there and watch. 

peter opened his eyes that were shut from the sting when he heard a sniffle. he could hear her heart pounding and her nose was pink from being upset, but she didn’t stop taking care of him. she was finishing up cleaning out his wound when he reached out to push her hair off of her forehead and smoothed his palm over her head. 

she wiped the blood from around the wound with the other end of the washcloth and reached into the kit to grab some gauze. peter admired her as she worked; she was so strong. she was evidently upset but kept on moving. she was so pretty with her pretty pink lips and plushy pink cheeks. 

she finished wrapping his side and moved to bandage the smaller cuts and pressed a small ice pack to the bruise on his other side. her pink tongue poked a little bit out of the side of mouth and she looked adorable as she checked on him one more time. she gave herself a small nod, as if congratulating her own work. 

she stood up gently and grabbed the kit to put away. she stopped at her dresser to pull out sweats for him to put on and a cozy sweater. she tossed them to him and left to put everything away. she came back after he put the sweats on and came to stand between his legs once again. she silently gestured for him to lift his arms and he obliged while keeping a loving eye on her. she slipped the sweater over his bruised body then ran her hands gently through his curls. 

she tilted his head back to look at her and she gave him a soft smile and leaned in for another kiss. it was a short one, but his cheeks tinged pink. she loved pink on him. pete pulled her into him and laid down on the bed. he shuffled them both under the covers as his body leaned on the headboard. she was sat between his legs with her head in his neck. 

he pressed a kiss to her pink cheek as she fell into a cozy sleep on his chest. he was exhausted, but so was she. 

he pulled her impossibly closer with a, “you did so well today, baby.” he dreamt of the color pink.  

[thea-banana]

REQUESTS?

Heyyy! So since we’ve been on lockdown for the past few months, I decided to do a movie marathon on MCU films and I’m still pretty hung up on them that I wanted to write imagines, so if you have requests pls drop by and ask

[haileygarciasunshine]

Remain the Same

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: April 12th, 2021

Posted: April 12th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 2,262

Summary: You couldn't remember why you and Bucky harbored hate for one another. With a little push from Sam, the tension reaches an all-time high. Will things evolve or remain the same?

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Opening the door of your apartment, you let out a surprised gasp as you gazed between the Two men standing in front of you. Your mind began whirling with assumed ideas as to why they were there. Raising an eyebrow at them, you groaned already figuring what they needed.

"There's no way I'm working with him." You spat, allowing him and Bucky entrance into your apartment.

Standing in your living room, you crossed your arms along your chest as you glared at Bucky.

"He's in therapy now-" Sam started.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "And that suddenly makes him a saint?" Your face contorted as anger began bubbling to the surface.

"Look, you know we wouldn't be here unless we desperately needed your help." Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh," You huffed, nodding your head in understanding. "So I was your last resort. Cool, Cool, Cool."

Sam let out a groan as he opened his eyes again, sending you a pointed glare. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Right." You drew out your word not fully believing him. "So why are you and Cyborg here?"

Bucky let out a quiet growl at your dig at him.

Shaking your head you scoffed as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Would you Two stop," Sam spoke, holding his hands out taking a few steps so that he was standing in between you. He sent Bucky a glare before turning to face you allowing him to give you the same expression.

"This is bigger than...Then whatever you Two are always fighting about." He spoke, his voice turning stern. "Look, we're here because we need to find Zemo."

Your jaw fell slightly, as you furrowed your eyebrows together. Your mind racing a million miles a minute, as you attempted to justify their need to find him.

"I'm sorry...Am I missing something?" You questioned allowing your arms to drop from their defensive position. "You're looking for the guy that we fought...The guy that triggered Bucky and-"

"I know how this sounds," Sam spoke his voice softer than when he last spoke. "But there's a bigger threat now."

Dropping your gaze to the floor, you let out a defeated sigh. Nodding your head, you returned your gaze to Sam's face. "Alright...I'm in."

Bucky let out a groan as his shoulders dropped.

Frowning at his reaction, you furrowed your eyebrows together. A ping of sadness washed over you.

--

Once you had located Zemo, the three of you had made your way to his destination.

The ride there was filled with bickering coming from Sam and Bucky. Sitting in the backseat, you had become unusually quiet.

"What's going on in that mind of yours, Y/N?" Sam questioned, sending you a quick glance in the rearview mirror.

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing." You spoke, cringing at your uneasiness.

"If you say so." Sam hummed.

Sighing, you turned to gaze out of the window, your mind became cloudy with the memory of Zemo triggering Bucky years ago. Shifting in your seat, you were overwhelmed with a sense of uneasiness.

As your attention was cast out of the window, you were unaware of the concern glance Bucky sent your way. Returning his attention back to the front, Sam caught his attention. Sam raised his eyebrows at him in question before sending him a smirk, making sure to let him know he was caught in the act.

"Alright, kids." Sam's sudden voice caused you to jump. "We're almost at the motel for the night."

---

When Sam pulled into the motel parking lot, you were the first out of the car. Letting out a quiet groan, you stretched your arms above your head.

Sam was the first to grab his bag before he made his way to the lobby. Reaching for yours, your hand brushed against Buckys. Inhaling a sharp breath you quickly yanked your hand away as if you had been scorched by something hot.

Without saying a word, you were fast to turn on your heel rushing towards the lobby. As Sam came out, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Here's your shared room. They only had rooms with one bed available."

Your eyes widened at him. "Wait-"

"I've been with Bucky long enough, I'm not sharing a bed with him too," Sam spoke. He made a subtle glance at Bucky sending him a quick wink before returning his attention back to you.

"Whatever." You grumbled, snatching the key from Sam's hand as you made your way towards the room.

--

Tossing your bag down, you gathered your pajamas, before rushing into the bathroom in an attempt to avoid any small talk with Bucky.

Once you were changed into your nighttime clothes, you fidgeted with your bag before making yourself comfortable on the bed as Bucky glided into the bathroom.

Sighing, you fell back on the side you had claimed. Your mind clouded with thoughts of feelings. The moment Sam had stated you were going to share a bed with Bucky, your breath had hitched in your throat while your hands became clammy. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach brought you back down from your thoughts.

Crawling into bed, you pulled the blanket up under your chin as you were laying comfortably on your side. Closing your eyes, you hoped it would save you from any possible arguments or conversations.

However, when you heard the bathroom door open, the butterflies in your stomach returned. As Bucky climbed in, you attempted to ignore the fluttering feeling. Shivering slightly, you tried to wrap the blankets tighter around your form.

Without uttering a word, Bucky tossed around in bed before he mirrored your position. The heat that radiated off of him, was enough to alert you of his close proximity, the heaviness washing over you.

Reaching behind you, your hand gently grasped Bucky's wrist making sure to give him a light tug as you wrapped his arm around your waist. You heard his breath hitch before he was pressed firmly behind you. His chest was snug against your back, while his leg softly nudged its way between yours.

Nuzzling your pillow, you couldn't help but let out a content sigh. The butterflies became harder to ignore as you were wrapped in his arms. Bucky's free arm moved some of your hair away from your neck exposing it before splaying beneath your pillows allowing you to rest your head upon it.

His breath hit the back of your neck before his nose gently traced the back of your neck. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention while your senses were in overdrive. Your back arched slightly as a quiet moan slipped past your lips. Bucky's arm tightened around your waist in the process. He gently pressed his lips to the back of your neck while being cautious as to not cross a line.

Turning your upper half in his arms, you laced your hand in his hair tugging him down towards you. His lips brushed yours before finally taking your lips between his.

Bolting upright, your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, while a thin sheet of sweat covered your skin. A ball of sweat rolled down your chest.

Bucky was quick to join you. "Are you okay?" His raspy voice laced with concern, as he studied your features.

You hummed in response, as your eyes were trained on the crown molding of the room.

Bucky's warm fingers gently grasped your chin, angeling your head to face him. "Are you sure?"

Gazing at him, you mapped the features that were etched along his face. His ocean eyes pouring into yours.

"I..." The words lost in your mouth. With his metal hand resting on the bed, his chest was angled towards yours. The close proximity almost allowing them to touch. Your breath hitching as the realization dawned on you, as you were taken by surprise that Bucky was concerned.

Without a word, Bucky laid on his back gazing at you as made himself comfortable before opening his arms in a welcoming manner.

Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, your jaw fell slack. "A-Are you sure?" You whispered, your eyes widening at his actions.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky sent you a toothy smile. "Just... Come here, before I change my mind." His eyes carried a playful glint in them.

Placing your ear upon his chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. One of Buckys hands landed in your hair beginning to scratch your scalp. The other, landed behind your knee gently pulling it over his hips wrapping you in each other.

His warmth calming you almost immediately. Your eyelids grew heavy as you allowed sleep to overwhelm you just as Bucky pressed a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head.

---

Once you were back on the road in search of Zemo, things had seemed to change between you and Bucky. The arguments between you had changed to flirtatious remarks.

When you arrived at the prison that held Zemo, you felt your heart fall into the pit of your stomach.

Standing next to Sam you frowned slightly. Before you knew it, Sam and Redwing were checking the perimeter leaving you and Bucky alone.

"Bucky.." You whispered as your eyebrows furrowed together.

"Hey, what is it?" He questioned his features dancing with concern as he stood before you.

"I...Be careful..."

Smirking, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Who else is going to annoy me if you're back to being-"

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine." Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, he leaned forward placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Besides, I had a pretty girl to come back to."

Heat rose in your cheeks, as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

---

When Zemo joined your small group, Bucky had returned to his previous persona before that night.

Sighing, you couldn't bring yourself to rebuttal anything he shot at you. It had been insult after insult. In his mind, he was protecting you, he felt the more he pushed you away the safer you would be.

As you were getting dolled up for the mission, you noticed the subtle glances Bucky sent your way. On the one time you caught him, he was quick to avert his gaze while clenching his jaw.

"Don't you look beautiful," Zemo spoke from behind you.

Whirling on your heel, you scrunched up your face as you gazed at him. "Thanks."

As Zemo was ready to respond, his mouth opened but Bucky's voice came out.

"I think Sam wanted to talk to you," Bucky spoke, standing beside him. Clearing his throat as a rosy color danced along his cheeks.

Nodding your head, you went to find him.

Turning to face Zemo, Bucky let out a growl. "Leave her alone."

Zemo tutted, as he sent him a toothy grin. "Has the Winter Soldier gone soft?"

Grabbing him by the front collar of his shirt, Bucky yanked him forward as rage danced in his eyes. "I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore."

"But-"

"And as for Y/N," Bucky glanced around in an attempt to make sure you hadn't heard the altercation between them. "She's mine."

Grinning in a taunting manner at Bucky, Zemo chuckled softly. "You have a funny way of showing it."

---

"Winter Soldier," Zemo spoke as he stood before Bucky at the bar. A hand was placed on his shoulder. "Attack."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you and Sam stood watching Bucky. Sadness washed over you, as you saw a flash of pain wash over Bucky's features. As you watched Bucky go through the motions you frowned.

After the mission was successful, you hadn't missed the concern oozing off of Bucky. You hadn't looked at him since the beginning of it. You couldn't help but feel as if your heart broke.

"I..I need some air." You spoke breaking away from the group without waiting for any response.

The bitter evening air whirled around you. Crossing your arms along your chest you made your way towards the nearest ally allowing yourself to lean against the wall. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the bricks.

"You shouldn't be out here alone."

Without opening your eyes, you knew Bucky was standing before you.

"I'm not alone, you're here."

A silence fell between you. Frowning, you opened your eyes as you gazed into his ocean eyes.

"I.." His voice trailed off as sorrow washed over his features.

"Was it all a joke to you?" Your voice breaking at the end. Your composure was quickly crumbling as tears welled in your eyes.

"No. No, it wasn't-"

"So what?" You questioned feeling yourself becoming defensive. "You want to give me a glimpse behind the walls again before you shut me out without a second thought?"

Bucky flinched at your words, as they came out much more harsh than you intended. "No-"

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. Tears began to cascade down your cheeks. Kicking off the wall, you didn't want to partake in the conversation anymore. As you began walking away from Bucky, you felt his calloused hand wrap around your wrist preventing you from retreating from him. Whirling you around, you collided with his firm chest.

Releasing your wrist, he placed his hands along your jaw before placing his lips upon yours. His lips were softer than you expected while a salty flavor invaded your mouth.

Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours as your breath mingled together. "You're not going anywhere."

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Being baron’s accomplice had many perks. The lavish safe houses, the cars, the private jets. But one of the best ones was to have the Winter Soldier as your bodyguard. Zemo always left him to watch over you unless he needed his help.

When Zemo called for you and asked to meet him in Riga you weren’t surprised to see them both walking through the door followed by another man.

“It’s good to see you again” Zemo gave you a kiss on each cheek.

“You too, Helmut” you smiled back at him taking his hand in yours “you look well”

“Whoa I hope we’re not interrupting anything” Sam walked in last breaking the moment of the reunion.

“Not at all” you smile briefly at Sam moving your eyes to the man he stood next to.

“I was hoping I’d see you again Winter Soldier” you beamed walking over to him.

“It’s Bucky now, darling” he looked down at you tentatively as if waiting for your approval.

Sam gave you both a questioning look, but decided to stay silent. He’ll tease it out of Bucky later. Whatever this is.

“He’s a free man now” Zemo spoke up from behind you “reconditioned”

You nod, raising your hand to Bucky’s cheek gingerly “I hope I can still count on you to protect me, Bucky”

“Always”

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Sou chamada ao gabinete de Ravonna. Será que fiz algo de errado? Revejo todos os meus últimos casos para ver onde errei enquanto caminhava até ao seu gabinete. Os guardas abrem a porta gigantesca dando-me espaço para entrar.

Dentro do seu gabinete vejo Mobius, um investigador sénior um tanto conhecido sentado num dos sofás e Ravonna na sua mesa.

– Chamou-me. – Falo nervosa.

– Sim Anna, este é Mobius. Mobius esta é a Anna, já te falei dela. – Ravonna apresenta-nos.

– Falou? Estou em algum tipo de problema? – Pergunto indo direta ao assunto.

– Não Anna, está tudo bem. Chamei-te aqui porque neste próximo caso ajudarás Mobius com um variante. – Fala Ravonna entregando-me uma pasta, presumo que com todas as informações.

– Sem problemas. – Respondo e ambos saímos de seu gabinete.

Abro a pasta com o processo do variante e reparo que o seu nome é Loki Laufeyson.

– Mais um Loki? – Pergunto, mas Mobius não me responde. – Espera este Loki, não é aquele que tu perdeste numa missão recente? – Ele continuava sem me responder e apenas andávamos pelos corredores imensos daquele lugar. – Não deveríamos apenas apagá-lo, assim como fizemos com todos os outros? – Provoco à espera de uma reação de Mobius que pega no processo que estava em minhas mãos.

– Não, eu sei que ele ainda nos pode ajudar. – Mobius fala, finalmente, porém quase num sussurro deixando-me extremamente curiosa.

Seguimos até a uma das salas de interrogatório e previamente combinamos que ele começaria a conversa, tendo em conta que ele já o conhecia e depois eu entraria. Eu não tinha como saber o que estavam a falar dentro da sala, mas sei que ele demorou imenso tempo lá dentro. Começo a andar impacientemente de um lado para o outro, é quando vejo Mobius a sair da sala visivelmente frustrado e faz-me sinal para entrar.

Respiro fundo, ajeito as minhas roupas por reflexo e os guardas abrem a porta para eu entrar. Assim que entrei eles fecham as portas e o meu olhar vai para o variante que estava em pé de costas para mim.

– Loki Laufeyson. – Falo aproximando-me da mesa no meio da sala e pousando o processo dele.

O variante volta a sua atenção, lentamente para mim e a sua expressão muda no mesmo segundo. Este Loki era diferente de todos os que já tive a oportunidade de ver e estudar, a sua pele era pálida e os seus cabelos pretos caiam perfeitamente até aos seus ombros. Os seus olhos azuis emitiam um olhar cansado e preocupado. O seu corpo era... Saio dos meus pensamentos apercebendo-me que estava a distrair-me.

– Lorelei. – Ele fala quase num sussurro deixando-me confusa.

– Não percebi. Podes repetir? – Falo direta sem querer perder tempo e ele senta-se na cadeira à minha frente.

– Nada, a menina parecia-me familiar. – Loki fala desapontado e o seu olhar não deixava o meu.

– Pois isso é impossível. – Falo quebrando o seu contacto visual. – Vamos começar então.

– Primeiro, qual é o seu nome? – Loki pergunta inclinando-se sobre a mesa.

– O meu nome é Anna. – Falo voltando a minha atenção para os papeis à minha frente e pego num lápis que estava entre as folhas

– Anna? Que nome mais mundano. – Ele fala inclinando-se agora para trás.

– Foi o nome que me deram, não posso argumentar sobre. – Tento permanecer profissional.

– Há quanto tempo trabalha para a TVA? – Ele pergunta pausadamente num tom característico dele.

Onde é que ele quer chegar? Sei que um Loki adora falar, mas normalmente é sobre si mesmo, ele não demonstra interesse noutras pessoas. Aliás eu é que deveria de estar a fazer as perguntas não ele.

– Acho que Mobius já explicou que o tempo aqui passa de maneira diferente. – Falo tentando manter a calma.

– Claro, que pergunta idiota. – Loki tira o seu olhar de mim e foca-se na porta voltando para mim alguns segundos depois.

– Ouvi dizer que no seu tempo fora arranjou uma namoradinha. – Provoco, mas a sua expressão não muda.

O seu olhar continuava preso no meu e em certa forma isso estava a deixar-me incomodada e por reflexo meto uma mexa de cabelo atrás da minha orelha o que faz ele expressar um sorriso ladino em reação ao meu gesto.

– O que nos podes contar sobre o outro Loki? – Pergunto tentando meter a conversa de volta ao seu caminho.

– O nome dela é Sylvie. – Ele corrige-me.

– A sério? Conta-me mais. – Falo esperando que ele começa-se a falar como sempre.

– Sempre foste curiosa. – Ele fala em vez de me responder à minha pergunta.

– O que queres dizer com isso? – Entro no seu jogo para ver onde é que isto ia levar.

Loki fica em silêncio como se estivesse a calcular precisamente o que dizer a seguir, conseguia ver os seus olhos inquietos e a sua expressão preocupada, algo que nunca vi em outros Lokis.

– Ouve-me com atenção o teu verdadeiro nome é Lorelei, nasceste em Asgard, a TVA não te criou, tu és uma variante assim como eu. – Loki fala deixando-me surpresa.

Era isto que ele guardava dentro de sua mente? Não consigo segurar o meu riso e interrompo-o.

– De todas as mentiras que já ouvi sair da boca de um Loki, esta ganha o prémio. – Admito a loucura continuando a tentar conter o riso.

– Eu estou a falar a sério. – A sua expressão muda novamente para um ar preocupado.

– Loki poupa-me e poupa-te a ti. – Faço uma pequena pausa pensando no meu próximo passo. – Conhecendo bem um Loki, vocês adoram falar. A não ser que tenhas alguma informação sobre a Sylvie, estou a perder o meu tempo e indico a Ravonna para seres apagado.

– Mantém a Ravonna fora disto. Lorelei, tens que me ouvir. – Ele chama-me aquele maldito nome outra vez.

– Pela última vez o meu nome é Anna. – Levanto-me frustrada e volto costas para ele respirando fundo.

"Tu consegues fazer isto Anna", falo para mim mesma.

A verdade era que eu nunca tinha interrogado nenhum Loki sozinha. Eu já tinha visto os vídeos de todos os seus interrogatórios e as suas sentenças. Pensava que estava preparada para fazer isto sozinha.

Recomponho-me e volto a minha atenção para Loki que estava perigosamente perto de mim, mas o que eu sentia não era medo ou a necessidade de chamar alguém para o conter. Algo dentro de mim sentia-se bem com ele por perto. Olho nos seus profundos olhos azuis e ele continua a aproximar-se de mim até ficarmos a poucos centímetros um do outro.

– Deixa-me mostrar-te. – Loki fala levando cuidadosamente a sua mão à minha face.

O seu toque era diferente, de alguma maneira trazia uma certa tranquilidade e até segurança. Sem pensar duas vezes entramos num portal para um lugar onde a sua magia funciona-se. Fecho os meus olhos e quando os volto a abrir estou num quarto que parecia familiar. Vou até a uma janela grande no comodo e olho para o exterior. Era Asgard. Como é que ele me conseguiu trazer até Asgard?

– Este foi o dia que te mudaste para o palácio. – Ouço a voz de Loki fazendo-me tirar a minha atenção da paisagem.

– Quando tiveste tempo de mudar de roupa? – Pergunto confusa e depois olho para um espelho que estava no quarto.

Eu estava completamente diferente. Parte do meu cabelo estava preso com apenas uma porção solta que me dava por meio das costas, eu estava com um vestido simples vermelho com alguns detalhes bordados em azul-escuro.

– Como é que? – Pergunto extremamente confusa.

– É uma das tuas memórias...

– Mas eu não me lembro de nada disto. – Rebato a sua fala e olho ao meu redor enquanto ele ia-se aproximando de mim.

– Porque a TVA apagou todas as tuas memórias. – Loki volta a falar do mesmo assunto.

– Como sei que isto não é apenas um truque? – Falo revendo tudo o que sei sobre os Lokis e os seus poderes.

– Tu sabes que eu não consigo implantar memórias, estou apenas ajudar-te a lembrar-te delas. – Loki fala enquanto ajeita para trás um dos meus fios de cabelos que estava num sítio onde não devia.

– Que conveniente. – Retiro a sua mão da minha cara, porém por instinto não a largo.

– Porque não vês por ti mesma? – Ele dá-me passagem para a porta de saída do quarto largando a minha mão.

Saio do quarto e vou intuitivamente até, ao que parece ser, um salão enorme onde estavam reunidas algumas pessoas no fundo. Eu olhava em volta recordando-me de cada detalhe daquele lugar e quando olho para onde deveria estar Loki ele desaparece. Dirijo-me até Odin, Thor, Frigga e Sif. Espera como sei os seus nomes?

Ao longe vejo uma versão mais nova de Loki a juntar-se a nós. Os nossos olhares cruzam-se e era como se uma chama tivesse acendido dentro de mim. O que está a acontecer?

Saio dali e abro a porta entrando em outro ambiente, tudo me vinha à cabeça. O meu nome é Lorelei filha de Irizei. Sif é minha melhor amiga e conheço Thor e Loki desde pequena. Fui retirada da minha linha temporal porque no dia antes do meu casamento com Fandral, a quem fui prometida por meu pai, fugi para me encontrar com Loki e fugirmos de Asgard juntos. A TVA apareceu quando eu estava caminho do Bifrost, o nosso local de encontro. Eu lembro-me de tudo.

– Loki! – Chamo-o prestes a desabar em lágrimas.

É quando acordo do seu feitiço e entramos de novo no portal voltando à sala de interrogatório da TVA. Loki afasta-se um pouco retirando a sua não da minha face, mas eu o impeço puxando-o para mim logo em seguida.

– Eu lembro-me... – Falo quase num suspiro descansando a minha mão no seu peito. – ...de tudo Loki, eu lembro-me de tudo.

Todo os meus sentimentos por ele florescem, como se tivessem estado adormecidos este tempo todo. A distância dos seus lábios dos meus estaca a matar-me e por impulso aproximo as nossas bocas iniciando um beijo demorado. Este Loki é do ano 2012 e por minhas contas já não nos vemos à mais de 250 anos. Eu estou presa na TVA há mais de 250 anos.

Loki retribui o beijo colando ainda mais os nossos corpos e pondo uma das suas mãos na minha cintura e outra na cara acompanhando os nossos movimentos. Paramos o beijo em busca de ar e vejo um sorriso ladino formar-se na sua cara.

– Fico feliz por te teres lembrado. – Ele continuava com o seu sorriso que eu tanto esperava que me deixava sem chão toda a vez.

– Eu ia fugir contigo, mas a TVA impediu-me antes de chegar ao Bifrost. – Tento explicar.

– Eu fiquei à tua espera por horas e nunca apareceste, quando voltei estavas abraçada com Fandral no jardim de minha mãe. – Vejo o seu sorriso do momento anterior desaparecer entre o olhar magoado.

– Desculpa. – Abraço-o e ele retribui envolvendo-me nos seus braços.

– Nós temos que sair daqui Lorelei e temos que encontrar Sylvie. – Loki fala em alerta.

– Eu sei. – Começo a pensar em possíveis cenários onde um dos meus planos funcionasse sem que ninguém suspeite.

Consigo encontrar uma forma perfeita, mas primeiro tinha que conseguir chegar a Sylvie. Vou até à sua sala que é fortemente vigiada e volto para a de Loki, eu precisava de ajuda. Consigo distrair os guardas que estavam à sua porta dando tempo suficiente para ele fugir. Vamos juntos até à sala de Sylvie e conseguimos passar os guardas que deram um pouco de luta. Pego num dos bastões por segurança e entrego outro a Loki. Entramos na sala e Sylvie levanta-se assim que nos vê.

– Espera eu conheço-te. – Sylvie fala e logo Loki explica tudo.

– Temos que sair daqui. Toma. – Entrego o meu dispositivo para eles decidirem qual seria o lugar para onde iriamos.

Não demora muito até Ravonna vir acompanhada de Mobius e de mais alguns até à sala onde estávamos.

– Anna para o que estás a fazer, eles são variantes. – Ravonna fala.

– Não. O meu nome é Lorelei e eu sei toda a verdade. Mobius nós somos variantes, nós já tivemos uma vida antes disto tudo. – Falo para Mobius que presumo suspeitava de tudo, pois Loki devia-lhe ter falado de algo.

– Eu sabia que só me trarias problemas. Tu és o maior número de variantes que prendemos quando decides escolher Loki em vez de Fandral. – Ravonna fala e Mobius apenas olhava-a incrédulo.

– Nós temos que ir. – Loki fala com o meu dispositivo na sua mão escolhendo um destino aleatório.

– Não, apagem-nos. – Ravonna fala e Mobius impede-os sendo apagado por um dos guardas.

– NÃO! – Grito ficando estática com a cena.

Loki e Sylvie agarram em mim fazendo-nos passar por um dos portais que se fecha logo em seguida.

– E agora? – Sylvie pergunta e eu caio no chão em choque.

Mobius tinha acabado de ser apagado eu nunca mais o iria ver. Tento recompor-me, mas a estava impossível. Todo o peso das minhas memorias com a morte dele estavam a sobrecarregar-me.

– Agora voltamos e destruímos a TVA e a Ravonna. – Loki fala indo até mim. – Vamos conseguir vingança por todos, especialmente Mobius.

Levanto-me com ajuda de Loki e caminhamos até a uma cabana que se via ao fundo. Eu não reconhecia este planeta, provavelmente nunca o tinha visitado ou pelo menos não me lembrava. Chegando à cabana vemos que temos o que precisávamos até ao apocalipse em si.

Saio da cabana para apanhar um pouco de ar e por as minhas ideias em ordem, sou acompanhada por Loki que me abraça por trás e deposita um beijo no topo da minha cabeça. Eu vou ter a minha vingança contra a TVA.

[weirdlyokaywithit]

It’s getting hot in here

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: fluff, some swearing.

Summary: Bucky clears your apartment building and then saves your life from a fire.

It was cleaning day, the most dreaded day of the week, which meant to combat your laziness and not wanting to do anything all day you blasted only top hits through your loft you could jam too. You’d been putting this off for awhile so there was quite the buildup of clutter and dishes.

You danced around your kitchen, bright yellow gloves on with a sponge in hand as you belted the lyrics to “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood. You stopped between breaths to actually scrub the countertops, you were in a giant Patriots t shirt that used to be your dads and panties. It was a warm day so you had the windows open to air out the loft.

“AND I DUG MY KEY INTO THE SI-“ a hand came down on your shoulder and you let out a shrill scream.

You spun on your heel and hurled the blue sponge towards your attacker. It landed square in the face of a very handsome and amused fireman, his blue eyes shocked as he looked down at the object that had just been launched into his face.

Your hands covered your mouth, “I am SO sorry!”

You rushed to pause the music and he laughed, you spun around facing him then suddenly realizing you were only wearing a t shirt and panties.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you doll. We’re gonna have to ask you to evacuate the building as there’s a gas leak.” The cute fireman grinned cheekily at you

Your cheeks engulfed in flames, you nodded but didn’t move from where you were standing.

“I, um, I just need to put some pants on and grab a few things.”

His eyes strayed down from your gaze for a split second before his grin got a bit wider and his cheeks tinged pink. God why did he have to be so damn cute?

“Yeah, doll, it might be a few days before they can clear the building for civilians to be back in,” his voice was gravelly and warm.

His blue eyes were so hypnotizing, the cheeky grin, and that shoulder-length brown hair, god this man was sex on a damn stick. You forced yourself to look away and peel the rubber gloves off your hands, realizing how ridiculous you must have looked.

“Doll?” He asked bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah, um, I’m gonna need you to not look while I run to my bedroom,” You squeaked, not meeting his eyes.

Cute fireman grinned cheekily and then placed a gloved hand over his eyes, you darted for your room and stuck your legs into a pair of leggings in record time. You grabbed your necessities and shoved them into a bag, slid your feet into Birkenstock’s and walked back into the living room. He was still there and he was playing with the interlocking burr puzzle that normally sat on your coffee table, his eyes squinted and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration.

“You’re still here?” You asked curiously.

His eyes shot to yours and he grinned as he set the puzzle down on the coffee table and pulled out a notepad.

“Yeah, I have to get names and phone numbers of residents so we can call when the building is cleared. I’m Bucky, by the way,” he stuck his hand out.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You said softly.

When you shook Bucky’s hand, butterflies shot through you at the contact. You forced yourself to let go of his hand and calmly recite your phone number for him, trying not to focus on how nervous he made you.

“Alright, as much as I hate for the live concert to end. Let’s get you outta here, Y/N,” Bucky teased as he led you out of your loft.

“I’m never playing music again,” Y/N groaned, your hand covering your eyes.

Bucky walked by your side down the stairs, other firemen passing nodded at him and some glanced at you curiously.

“No, really, I hated to interrupt the most beautiful rendition of Carrie Underwood I’ve ever seen,” he bumped your shoulder playfully.

You glared at him playfully and bumped him back, cheeks still pink but you were smiling. He tucked some of the chestnut strands in his face behind his ear, and that simple movement was mesmerizing.

“Ya know, technically you owe me ticket money for sneaking into a live show like that,” You snarked as you reached the sidewalk.

His mouth popped open into an mock offended ‘O’ and he placed a hand on his chest theatrically.

“I just saved your life from a gas leak! Call it even?”

You giggled and his grin sent a shot of pleasure through your body as you shook your head.

“Hmmmm, we’ll see about that, Mr Fireman. I’ll think about it,” You teased.

“Alright, doll, I have to go back and clear more residents but we’ll give you a call when the building is clear. You keep that concert going for me alright?” He winked at you before turning back to the building.

You pulled out your phone and called your best friend, Wanda, to see if you could stay with her for a few days. She of course agreed and said that Nat had a few days off of work so it would be like a long girls night. After ordering an Uber you played on your phone as you waited for your ride to arrive, glancing up to see if any of the firemen mulling around were Bucky. None of the ones already outside were Bucky but you could hear them talking about a Captain Barnes being back to his old self.

The car finally got there and you slid into the back seat and got settled, looking out the window as the car pulled away from the curb. You saw Bucky coming out with an elderly man from the third floor, he was carrying a bag for him and helping him into a cab. His smile was kind and his eyes were warm as he teased the old man.

After a few seconds you couldn’t see him anymore and you slouched back into the seat, playing on your phone for the twenty minute ride to Nat and Wanda’s apartment. Wanda was waiting outside for you when you got there, she clapped excitedly when you got out and you rolled your eyes. She had already told Clint, the head of security that she would have a gues for the next couple of days.

You and Wanda bickered on what show to watch before you both settled on watching Friends while Nat ordered Chinese food and poured red wine. When she got off the phone she handed you a glass of red and settled back on the couch.

“So, why are you stranded on our couch for a few days?” She asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Gas leak in the building, they’re supposed to call when it’s clear.”

“Wasn’t today cleaning day?” Wanda asked, her eyes glued to the screen.

You flushed, god you did not want to relive this story but you were going to have to tell them.

“Yeah, about that... a very handsome fireman saw me dancing around and belting Carrie Underwood in just my t shirt and panties.” Y/N squeaked, sinking down into the cushions.

Wanda immediately paused the episode and turned to you with excitement all over her face.

“What?!”

“Yeah and then I hit him in the face with a sponge because he scared me,” You groaned, hand over your eyes.

Nat roared with laughter from the other couch, and Wanda seemed to be struggling not to join her.

“It’s not funny, it’s HUMILIATING!” You griped which only made Wanda dissolve into a fit of laughter and Nat literally double over.

You covered your face with a throw pillow and groaned loudly, that was NOT the introduction you wanted to a hot fireman. You removed the pillow and just glued your eyes to the tv, Y/N could admit if it wasn’t you that it happened to you definitely would be laughing.

“What did he SAY?” Nat got out between fits of laughter.

“Well he did say it was the best rendition of Carrie Underwood he had ever heard,” You snarked.

“He was totally flirting with you!!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nodded her agreement.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, Wanda wanted so badly to find you a boyfriend after her and Vis got together. She wanted someone to double date with, unfortunately for her you self-sabotaged more than anyone else on the planet. Every single date she set you up on you had effectively made sure that they didn’t want a second one, it was more to do with personal issues than anything else. You were terrified of being in a relationship after your last boyfriend.

“Wanda. He was not flirting with me.”

Nat watched Wanda with amusement dancing in her eyes as the girl’s eyes basically bugged out of her head with disbelief.

“He walked in on you dancing in your underwear, belting Carrie Underwood in NO makeup. And you hit him in the FACE with a sponge. But he still managed to tease you. He was flirting with you but go off.” Wanda snarked.

You took a huge gulp of your wine and groaned, this wasn’t gonna end. Nat grinned from the other couch at you, she finally had told Wanda that she wasn’t interested in dating until after she came to terms with some emotional baggage. Unfortunately for you, that’s the only excuse that Wanda accepted and you couldn’t use it.

“I hate you.” You stated and snagged the remote to resume the episode.

“You love me. And you know I’m right,” she huffed.

“Wrong.” You rolled your eyes again.

Wanda made a disgruntled hmph sound and let us get back to Friends, you snuck a glance at Nat who discreetly shook her head at you while she grinned. We loved our friend but she was the absolute worst at meddling.

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It had been three days since the gas leak in the building, which meant three whole days of Wanda pestering you about Bucky. You’d called the landlord to see if it was over with and he said they were waiting to be cleared for civilians.

Finally deciding to do something worth your time, you were tapping away at the keys on your computer working on a report for work. Sam had been bugging you about it for a few days and you finally had the time to work on it.

You hit the green button and answered with a slightly annoyed, “hello?”

“Um, hey, is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A familiar voice asked down the line.

“Yes, who is this?”

“Oh, good, uh this is Bucky. Um, Captain Barnes from the Fire Department. Your apartment building has been cleared for civilians,” his rich voice sounded like silk through the phone.

“Oh, okay. Well thank you for calling! And again so sorry for hitting you in the face with a sponge,” You rambled, cheeks tinging pink even though he couldn’t see them.

“Like I said, most beautiful version of Carrie Underwood I’ve ever heard. I’d love to catch another live concert sometime,” he chuckled and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“I’ll consider sending tickets for the next one,” You joked and his snort was the most adorable sound you’d ever heard.

“Anyways, I’ve got another thirty of these calls to make Y/N, so I’ll let you go. But, seriously, keep the concert going dollface.” Bucky didn’t sound thrilled at all about making calls all, you giggled to yourself thinking of all the neighbors he was probably calling.

“Have fun with that, Mrs. Jenkins is a real treat.” You teased and he laughed again.

“Bye, Y/N,” his rich timbre sounding down the line one last time.

“Bye Bucky.”

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“Y/N,” Sam called.

Your head shot up, you’d been totally zoned out for the last five minutes of whatever conversation you’d been pretending to be involved with. Bucky had not left your mind at all, his twinkling blue eyes, charismatic smile, that fucking boyish brown hair. It was doing a number on you that even you had to admit was embarrassing.

“Sorry, Sam, my mind is elsewhere. What can I do?” You smiled sheepishly at your favorite coworker.

He scoffed and the muttered a passive “nevermind” before leaving your office. It was only mid-morning so you were heavily engrossed in paperwork, one of your biggest clients had a massive family turmoil so they were changing their will so they were taking forever to get everything changed. You were back and forth on the phone, gathering documents and legal questions for you to answer and them change their mind.

The fire alarm started going off, the red light flashing and then the automated voice came over the speaker. You rolled your eyes annoyed, stuck your head out of your office door and yelled if it was a drill or not. Stacy from two office down called back that it was the 25th so it was probably a drill. You sat back down at your desk, and got back to gathering the stuff you needed for your 2o’clock meeting. Ten minutes had passed before you noticed the smoke coming through the bottom of your door.

The smell finally reached your nostrils before you leapt from your office chair and rushed to the door. It was NOT a drill, there was an actual fire on your office. Panickedly remembering the doorknob rule, you held the back of your hand to the knob. Cold. You flung the door open and rushed to alert Stacy, screaming for her to quickly come out.

The both of you rushed to the stairwell and flung it open, it was filled with smoke. It was so thick that you couldn’t see through it. You were on the third floor, it was an older building which meant. One stairwell. The window was your only option.

“We have to try and signal someone from the window,” you dragged Stacy to your office and struggled with the blinds in a panic.

You flung the window open and looked down at the street, you could see firefighters killing around at the bottom.

“HEY UP HERE!! WE’RE STUCK! HELP!” Stacy yelled, her grip on your arm deathly strong.

“HELP, SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE HELP!”

No one looked up, it was like they couldn’t hear over the sirens. You waved frantically before you spotted a familiar mop of boyish brown hair, it couldn’t be.

“BUCKY!! BUCKY HELP US!” You screamed as loud as you could.

His head shot up, glancing around before actually looking up and spotting the two of you.

“Y/N?!?!”

He frantically called for someone to shut off the siren and get the ladder before calling back up to you.

“DOLL, JUST HANG ON FOR ME, I’M COMING TO GET YOU!”

The smoke in the office was getting thicker, Stacy was coughing and hacking, her hand pressed to her chest. You moved back so she could get a breath of clean air, you remembered that she had asthma and you couldn’t live with yourself for making her sick or causing a really bad attack. The door was shut but the smoke was still coming through and it was thick. You peeked over Stacy’s shoulder and saw a ladder coming up to the window, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw Bucky on it.

He reached the window and you shoved Stacy towards him, “She has asthma take her first.”

Bucky looked back and forth between the two of you, he looked torn but you weren’t having any part of it.

“Take her, I’ll be fine. Promise.”

His mouth set in a line, he assisted Stacy onto the ladder and lowered them back down. You nervously chewed your lip while trying to breathe as much clean air as possible, unable to keep from coughing. You leaned heavily against the window, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Y/N, DOLL, HANG ON. DON’T YOU CLOSE THOSE PRETTY EYES FOR ME. IM ALMOST THERE.” You could hear Bucky frantically calling but it was like there was a fog on your brain.

It was so hard to breathe and you were so tired, you rested your head against the window pane. You nodded to him but you didn’t know if you could keep them open, he was no more than a couple feet from you. You could hear him swearing and saw him reaching for you. And that’s when you collapsed.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

God whatever that incessant beeping was it needed to stop immediately, you thought to yourself. You blinked your eyes open, and realized that not only were you not in your bed but you were in a hospital room. You shot up and groaned almost instantly at the pain that shot through your head, the rhythmic beeping started increasing to a more frantic speed when the door open.

Bucky walked in holding a cup of coffee, whistling quietly to himself. His blue eyes found yours and widened almost comically before he rushed over to you.

“Y/N, doll, how are you feeling?” He asked, ushering you to lay back on the reclined bed.

“I... what happened? I remember telling you to get Stacy but that’s it.” You scratched your head as you squinted.

“You passed out and then hit your head really fucking hard on the window sill in your office, you have a concussion and a few stitches. I climbed in and got you out and brought you here myself.” Bucky explained, his fingers brushing along the top of your forehead. And that explained the pounding headache.

“Great.” You groaned.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t have even been in the building still.” Bucky’s tone was now stern.

You flushed and looked down at your hands, no you shouldn’t have been in the building still but you were an idiot. A massive fucking idiot.

“I know. Me and Stace thought it was a drill so we just stayed up there. And then I noticed some smoke so I ran to go get her and we tried to go down the stairs but I couldn’t even see the smoke was so thick. And so then we tried the window. No one could hear us yelling but then I saw you and so I just started screaming your name.” You trailed off, he had every right to yell at you and so you tensed waiting for it.

Bucky grabbed your hand and caressed the back of it softly, you slowly raised your eyes to his and he was smiling.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Stacy is fine. She got some oxygen at the scene and got to go home. You got a fun ride in a fire truck with me screaming for Steve to hurry up and fucking drive. Carried you in here. Caused a huge scene. I mean I couldn’t let me favorite singer die on me without giving me a full concert first,” he teased.

You flushed. “Now I really owe you a concert huh?”

He grinned and the heart monitor gave you away as your heart started thumping faster. Bucky winked cheekily at you and you bit your lip, his eyes tracked the movement and he leaned in slightly. His blue eyes flicking back up to yours as if for approval, whatever he saw there was all he needed to close the distance.

His lips pressed to yours and the butterflies in your stomach turned into pterodactyls, you parted your lips slightly and Bucky took the invitation. His tongue swiped against yours and you let out a small whimper against his mouth.

And at that moment the door flung open and a nurse walked in, Bucky quickly pulled back from you.

“Oh!! Sorry I just need to check vitals. Glad to see you’re awake, ma’am.”

She worked quickly and you watched as she checked your vitals and wrote them in your chart before she excused herself and murmured something about the doctor being by shortly.

You and Bucky stared at each other before both trying to speak at once.

“Will you go to dinner with me?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You both laughed and grinned at each other, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips gently to yours.

“I have to go back to work, but doll I’ll be back right after my shift is over. And I’m taking you out to dinner.” His lips grazing your forehead.

You flushed and nodded, and watched his sexy ass walk out of the door and definitely catching the cheeky wink he threw behind him.

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Giant shoutout to @valkyriesryde for helping me get this done. I love you 😍❤️

[aliasimagines]

Pietro: Have you been to the doctor's lately? Cause I think you're lacking some vitamin me.

Y/N:Jesus Pietro, you can do better than that.

Pietro: Come on Printesa, just give me a chance!

[mccnglade]

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