#tony: traitor

[erinwantstowrite]

What will the bats opinion be on Pepper? And how will they react to the dynamic between her and Tony and Peter?

admittedly, Peter doesn't talk about Pepper as much as he talks about Tony, but it's for good reason! at this point in time, he hasn't spent as much time with her as he has Tony, but he still really cares about her and thinks that she's cool too. since Peter has really only been in their care (legally) for about 7-8 months ish, they're still working on becoming proper family, and they both make the effort. it's actually a lot of Peter believing that he's underfoot and in her way, and Pepper making it a point to show that is not the case at all and she likes having him around

when the Bats meet Pepper (which i don't believe will happen in this fic, and if it does, it'll be in the end), they don't know as much about her because of this, and they're able to form a better opinion than of Tony (they're so biased). they like her!! she and Tim specifically get along great, but what's really funny?

Dick and Pepper get along perfectly fine. like in a "we have wine nights on Friday's" and they text each other almost every day, pretty much instant best friends (this is all platonic btw). It drives Tony up the wall and Dick knows this

[realitygifs]

THE TRAITORS | 3.03 Nail in a Coffin

[jangillman]

[celluloiddreaming]

I need her on Traitors.

Could you imagine Toni trying to convince people that she isn’t a traitor? 😂

[parkerslatte]

I’m sorry but if Alexander doesn’t win The Traitors I will literally throw a fit

[jeremycollinz]

new traitors cast photos!! jeremy collins come home!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[yanderefreud]

I have a cannibal and a war criminal dictator in my top ten characters of all time and somehow Tony Stark is still the most indefensible one here

[braveclementine]

Chapter 20

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

Ben didn't react at all, which was making you think that he didn't have anything to do with this. But Y/S/N on the other hand, flinched for a second, eyes darting around the room, realizing the position that she was in.

"Pardon?" She asked calmly.

"Our father came to visit me earlier today." You said carefully.

She frowned, "Y/N, our father is dead. He was murdered."

"I know. I was there." You said coldly. There was a pause in the room, the tension could've been cut with a knife. You smiled a little, "You know, there were so many things that I wondered. I wondered why we didn't have similar soulmates. I mean, we both know how sibling soulmates work. Jessie and Katherine both got Pietro. Thor and Loki got me. Me and Elizabeth got Avengers. . . so I always wondered how you never got an Avenger as your soulmate, or how I never got a normal person as mine. But it makes sense now."

Y/S/N just watched me, brow furrowed. Ben's brow was also furrowed, looking between her and you, not saying anything.

"And then, I wondered how I could care for Minerva so easily when we had no connection by soulmate. I thought maybe that it was because I felt I owed Elizabeth, or that I was there when Minerva was born so I obviously had a connection to her. But no, that's not it at all. You see, I don't feel the same for your daughter, who you conveniently, I noticed, have named Melody. Which means that Elizabeth was really my sister, and you weren't."

"Y/S/N, what is she talking about?" Ben asked quietly. But Y/S/N didn't answer him, keeping her gaze on me.

"You would really believe a mad man that tried to kill you, over your own sister?" Y/S/N scoffed. "Are you kidding me right now?! How much have we been through together? You always kept me safe and now this man comes along, tells you I'm not your sister and you just believe him?!"

"He also told me you were part of HYDRA." You continued, hoping that you weren't making a mistake in trusting the man.

"I'm younger than you!" Y/S/N protested.

"That you are." You nodded. "So I did wonder why it would even matter whether or not you were my sister. After all, if you were younger than me, you wouldn't know about HYDRA anyways because I was only a year old when I was given to our adopted parents. But then I remembered," you looked up at her again, "You used to do all of those after school activities and clubs. They were always private clubs too. You always had to have a certain grade to get in. Our parents were proud, but now I'm wondering if they were something more."

"You're crazy. I cannot believe this." Y/S/N scoffed. "I can't help it if I had good grades and they wanted to reward me for it!"

You were silent now, watching her. "Why would you flinch when I called you Melody?"

She gazed at me, eyes darting around the room. Fury shifted where he stood. Coulson and Maria were standing behind him just a little, waiting for her answer.

"My daughters name is Melody." Y/S/N said. "And your voice was rather cold, wasn't it?"

Ben looked utterly confused. The year and a half old baby on his lap was starting to stir out of her nap.

"Well you had to know I wasn't going to be trying to talk to your daughter." You answered. You paused, tilted your head, and then said, "We can't possibly of had the same mother. You're two years younger than me after all. And my mother went to jail first."

"No. . ." Y/S/N said slowly. "We didn't have the same mother."

Pietro, Wanda, and Vision were downstairs now, listening in at the side door.

Y/S/N straightened up, staring straight at me, "Even if I wasn't your sister. Even if I am everything that you- that this man that claims to be your father says I am, why would it matter huh? Even if I was Brock Rumlow's daughter, what does that matter? I have never tried to hurt you Y/N! Can you even possibly think of an instance where I hurt you?"

"She never said you were Rumlow's daughter." Bucky said softly. "You said that."

Y/S/N sucked in her bottom lip. "Fine. I'm Rumlow's daughter. Elizabeth was your real sister. Are you happy? I admitted it. But I never hurt you Y/N. I would never do that. You protected me for so many years. Think! Can you even think of an instance where I hurt you?"

And the answer was no.

There was no time that you could think of where Y/S/N- Melody- had hurt you. She had always tried to help you. She brought you back to your mates when you ran from the tower. She was always so supportive and laughing.

"I understand now." Tony said softly, getting to his feet. "It all makes sense now."

Everyone looked at him, wondering what the heck he was trying to say.

"You know." Tony said, taking a few steps towards Melody, who glared at him. "I never stopped looking into all of the attacks in the Bahamas. I couldn't understand how F.R.I.D.A.Y. was missing something vital. A common figure that could have possibly caused the attacks on Y/N. But I understand now. You were the common figure."

"Are you-" Melody said angrily.

"You were bunking with Y/N in the hotel room." Tony said. "But after the first night, you moved out. I thought you were staying in Ben's room, but you weren't, were you?"

Ben opened his mouth and then closed it. You felt terrible for him right now.

"No, you were staying in a completely different hotel than the one we had booked." Tony said. "I thought it was strange, but it was the same one that your adopted father had booked, so I thought it was possible you were making things up with him. Not to mention, you were Y/N's sister soulmate, you wouldn't possibly do anything to hurt her. It was out of the question."

"You knew all of the plans ahead of time." Fury said, nodding his head slowly. "You were able to alert your fellow HYDRA agents so that they could be prepared ahead of time."

Melody was trembling with anger.

"You didn't go with us on Karaoke night." You whispered, realizing it. "You said that you wanted to stay in. You knew that it was rigged with bombs."

"But you kept failing." Tony said, shaking his head in disgust. "And then Elizabeth joined the group. You two never got along and I always wondered why."

"The day of the bomb attack." You gasped in realization.

"You went out on a date with Ben not even five minutes before it happened. You slipped out the front door and said you'd be back before dinner." Clint said, closing his eyes. "I remember being frustrated that you left the gate wide open."

"How'd you convince Rocket to disable F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.

"It was a bet." Melody admitted.

Ben scooted away slightly, holding little Mel tighter in his arms. "Y/S/N what-"

She glared at him.

"You can either come clean about everything and you'll be put in an ordinary cell with visiting privileges, or you can go straight to the raft and never seen another soul for the rest of your days." Fury said. "It's your choice."

Melody looked over at Mel in Ben's arms. Despite everything, you knew she loved that little girl. But you also wondered how she had gotten here.

She sighed. "I was actually born four years before you, Y/N. Rumlow brought me up in secret and when you were born with your magic lines, your parents tried to kill you. You were handed around SHIELD for a long time before you finally reached our adopted parents destination. There, I was posed as the younger sister. There was so much I had to fake like not being able to feed myself or talk, but even at that young age, I understood the importance of a mission. HYDRA made sure of that."

Bucky shifted in on his feet. You knew that despite his hate for her at the moment, he also knew how it was under HYDRA's rule and was thinking about how terrible it must've been for a little girl to go through that.

"I was the HYDRA princess and they made sure I knew that." Melody said softly. "And you're right. In school, they had special meetings for certain kids. Some, like me, were already part of HYDRA's kid program. Others were indoctrinated into it. As I grew older, I was given my missions. I never had a problem carrying them out. It was easier that I was playing the younger sister too. And then there was on particular mission that I knew would change everything."

"You got our mom killed." You whispered.

"It wasn't easy," Melody admitted, leaning back on the sofa, crossing her arms like she didn't even care. "I couldn't actually kill her of course. But I got us into a position where if they did miss mom, they would hit you instead. It would take care of everything. But as planned, our adopted mom did step in the way for you. And so that was my most successful mission and also my promotion."

Ben looked absolutely sick. He desperately wanted to move off the couch, but he was also frozen where he was sitting.

"I mean, it wasn't easy living alone with you, especially when I knew I could just slit your throat in the middle of the night. But no, they wanted to know who your soulmates were. They figured they would be either powerful, rich, or influential. Turns out it was all three, wasn't it? Once we both moved into the tower, my missions became more difficult. There was so much information to steal, but I also had to maneuver around F.R.I.D.A.Y. so she didn't get suspicious."

You swallowed, your throat dry. So much manipulation and you'd never even known.

"HYDRA had attempted to keep tabs on Elizabeth for a long time." She admitted. "They didn't know about her water powers though, they didn't find out until I reported back to them about 'em. They became interested in her because of them. So I left the gate open so that they could get to the house and kidnap her. They took both of you instead."

"You killed Rhodey." You choked out. "That was you. And Elizabeth and Hogun."

"They wouldn't be the first deaths in my book." She said nonchalantly. "I saw you and our adopted father talking about everything in the Bahamas. I had to alert HYDRA to your position. I was afraid my position had been compromised after he'd seen Elizabeth. He had to know who she was- or so I assumed."

"So you had him killed." You choked out.

Melody just smiled crookedly. "It was to soon for a compromise."

"What did they want with Elizabeth?" Pietro asked, eyes flashing in anger.

"They wanted to extract her powers." Melody answered. "The plan was to put the powers into another person who was loyal to HYDRA."

"Why kill her afterwards?" Vision asked, his voice hard with emotion.

"It would only be a matter of time before Dr. Banner discovered that Elizabeth and Y/N had similar blood properties and then go into their DNA and find out that they were related." Melody answered.

"That's why they took me as well." You said. "Because they wanted to see if I had any powers like Elizabeth."

"Yes. And you don't." Melody answered. "Because she got them from her mother."

"What happened to her powers? Were they ever able to extract them?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes. But they put them into someone else." Melody smarted.

"Minerva." Loki said. You were surprised he hadn't said anything yet, though his voice was shaking with so much emotion you weren't actually surprised.

"With us split up over Bucky's drama, you were able to get HYDRA to attack the safe house." Thor rumbled. "That way they could take Minerva. But the only way to do that was to get Wanda and Vision out of the picture."

"Naturally." Melody said, sounding almost bored with the conversation. "But then your father had to show up and ruin everything by telling you. And now we're here."

"Who else helped you?" Vision asked.

"Every name helps you." Maria added.

"Even with HYDRA, why didn't you just run?" Bucky asked, "We're the Avengers, we could have helped."

"You killed my father. You killed Rumlow." Melody snapped. "And you've put my mother on the run forever. She can never come back to the United States."

"We can bring your mother back if you tell us who she is." Fury said. "There are pardons for every crime."

"But she didn't commit a crime, did she?" Melody snarled. "Right Steve? Right Sam? Bucky? Helping you out wasn't a crime at all."

Steve's brow furrowed. "Who are you talking about?"

Melody glared at him. "Sharon Carter is my mother."

[thewingedwolf]

i really like the bobs and dylan efron, i need britney to become best friends with nikki, and i need danielle to lock in bc if i get embarrassed by a bb superstar two years in a row i will lose it

[benevolentgodloki]

He spends the afternoon going round the Tower, mixing up the ingredients in the kitchen and hiding all the toilet roll.

[lastplayerstanding]

Excited for the traitors season 3 cast!!! Britney and Danielle my beloveds

[anyaharveyii]

peter parker: I think I'm going to do it.

tony stark: don't you dare.

peter: ... I'm going to--

tony: absolutely NOT, peter benjamin--

peter: I'm DOING IT !!!

peter: *submits college application to Caltec*

tony: ... you traitor.

peter: it's good to keep your backup options open just in case--

tony: you don't NEED backup options, you are GOING. TO. MIT. that's the END OF DISCUSSION. over my DEAD GRAVE are you going to CALTEC--

[cakypa120]

The League is very interested in the life of Shazamily. After all, it is the most mysterious family. Even Batman's family is more known! And the fact that Shazamily is connected to magic and Gods only complicates their research.

Marvel: *looks sadly at Mary Marvel* You look so much like mother.

Mary: You're having those days again, huh? *hugs Marvel and pats her on the back in a comforting gesture*

Marvel: *hugs her tightly remembering those small memories of their mother*

Batman: *stands in the shadows and realizes that he witnessed Marvel missing his wife*

Hal: Bro, why is Junior talking to himself?

Marvel: *too busy watching the fairies complain about the dryads to pay attention to what he says* He's talking to his dead brother. I'll deal with that later.

Marvel gets up and leaves to quickly end the impending war. Hal stands there, completely confused by what he heard.

Thunder (Pedro): *Calmly hums songs he heard from the Gods*

Barry: Never heard songs like these before.

Thunder: They're already lost to the people of this time.

Barry: Wow, how old are they?

Thunder: *shrugs* They must have been sung to Diana.

Barry: How do you know these songs?

Thunder: *knocks his head, implying that they're from the Gods, since he thinks everyone knows that there are Gods in their heads*

Barry: *thinks Thunder knows them because his mother sang them to him when he was a child and he memorized them*

Lightning (Darla): Mom won't like it that I'm getting married again.

Robin!Tim: What? Getting married? Again? Isn't your mother dead?

Lightning: My mother is alive! And she doesn't like how often I get married!

Bart: Why are you getting married at all?

Lightning: The captain is asking? It's a political marriage anyway. Marvel says it's so there will be fewer wars and so I can practice my magical creature diplomacy!

Robin!Tim: How old are you again?

Lightning: Nine! Old enough to rule and crush my enemies!

Bart: Oh. My. God.

Switch (Eugene): I hate this family! Only Tony understands me!!

Marvel: You're not going to Tony again! He lets you do anything!

Switch: Then come with me!

Mary: Mom will kill you. I'll laugh at your graves.

Junior: I'll ask Kit to pester you even in the afterlife, traitors.

Thunder: We can bribe Hades.

Lightning: Osiris and Anubis owe me too. I can put in a good word for you.

Marvel: Why do you think we're going to die?

Superman: *overheard this and his brain completely stopped working from all the questions that came up*

[sirxaibs]

Sanji Vinsmoke X Reader

TRAITOR (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

masterlist

Our little guy is scared he wont be your little guy anymore.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)The sun was shining so brightly it could probably melt the deck boards if you gave it long enough and that was exactly when Tony Tony Chopper knew something suspicious was about to happen.

He was nestled behind a stack of barrels on the Sunny’s upper deck, peeking carefully through a sliver of shadow, his little hooves clenched into small fists. There she was. Lounging on a beach chair like some goddess of the sea, sunglasses pushed up in her hair, wearing one of those shirts that was definitely not doing its due diligence. Her legs were lazily stretched out, one hand behind her head, the other idly twirling a straw in her drink. She looked so cool. So relaxed. So beautiful. Like one of those models from towns they would pass by.

Sanji, with his stupid swishy hair and his dumb fancy shirt with three buttons undone due to the sun. he just had to show off his chest hair, bleh. He strolled across the deck holding a tall, frosty drink in his hand.

Chopper scowled harder, ears twitching.“Stupid Sanji…” he grumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Stupid, tall, twirly eyebrowed, fish cooking, flirt face…..” A pause came to chopper as he couldnt think of any other way to diss him “Jerk.”

“There you are, mademoiselle,” Sanji said, placing the drink beside her with a smooth smile. “Your afternoon special: mango and lime iced tea, sweetened just the way you like it.”

“Ohh,” she hummed with a sleepy grin, stretching her arms above her head, “you spoil me.”

Sanji chuckled. “I live to serve.”

“HE’S SUCH A SHOW OFF,” Chopper mouthed silently behind the barrels, glaring.

She took a sip, then glanced up at him, eyes amused. “You even added mint leaves. Fancy.”

“Well, I couldn’t possibly serve a beautiful lady anything less than perfect. It’s not hard when you always look like you need to be spoiled” He gave a low bow.

Chopper slapped a hoof over his mouth to keep from groaning too loudly. “Gross,” he hissed under his breath. “Disgusting. Barf. Blegh.” The reindeer ducked his head behind the barrels, mumbling to himself.

“She used to say I was the cutest on the ship. She used to share her cookies with me. And read medical books with me. But now it’s all ‘Sanji this, Sanji that.’” He kicked a pebble on the deck and muttered, “Stupid eyebrow noodle man. Acting like he’s so smooth. I bet he doesn’t even know her favorite kind of cookie is the cinnamon ones with the little sugar crust.”

Peeking again, he saw her lean over the side of her lounge chair to pull Sanji closer by the wrist. Chopper’s jaw dropped. “What?! What’s happening now!?”

She was whispering something to Sanji, laughing under her breath, and Sanji stupid smug Sanji was grinning like a cat who’d just been given the whole can of fish. Then Sanji reached down and OH. HE TUCKED A STRAND OF HER HAIR BEHIND HER EAR.

“DISGUSTING!!” Chopper shrieked in his mind, face bright red with secondhand embarrassment. “why would she let herself be tainted by that”

She didn’t even smack him. She just smiled at him and kept sipping her drink like it was normal.

Chopper muttered as he pressed his cheeks with his hooves. “shes going to forget about me and ill never hang out with her again. she will never hug me again”

He watched in growing agony as Sanji pulled up a small stool beside her. They started chatting, laughing about whatever. She even nudged his shoulder with her foot at one point and Sanji didn’t fall over screaming about how she touched him like usual he just chuckled and gently pushed her foot away like they’d done this a million times.

“Oh, come on!” Chopper hissed. “KICK HIM KICK HIM” He flopped on his back behind the barrels, limbs spread out in defeat. “I was here first. I was her buddy. We were besties. She used to ask me for snacks, not prince butt over there.”

Suddenly, he jolted up, hooves clenched with determination. “No. I won’t go down like this.” He peeked once more. “Okay, so they’re talking. Big deal. I can talk, too. I’m a doctor. Doctors are smart. Maybe if I casually walk over and mention something complicated, she’ll remember how awesome I am.”

‘Sanji stood up to get her another drink. Now’s my chance!’ Chopper zipped out from behind the barrels and darted down the deck ladder, little hooves a blur. He sprinted toward the lounge chair like it was a battlefield. He was three feet away, already rehearsing something cool about cranial nerve response and then Sanji returned. With a fruit plate. Chopper skidded to a halt and dove behind a potted plant with a loud thud. Neither of them noticed.

Sanji was kneeling beside her now, taking the empty fruit peel from her and tossing it into a small trash bowl like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand brushed his lightly as she thanked him. She didn’t pull away. Chopper curled into a fuzzy ball, nose wrinkled.

“I hate you,” he muttered at Sanji under his breath, resting his chin on his knees. “You stupid tall blond lady stealing cooking nerd.” He sniffed. “…I also made her tea once. And it had honey she said it was ‘the perfect sweetness.’ But I guess that doesn’t matter to anyone anymore?”

Chopper sighed deeply, the tragic sound of a tiny broken heart. “Fine. I’ll let her have her dumb fruit with her dumb cook for now. But next time,” he pointed at the sky, “She is reading a book with me”

Behind him, laughter continued to echo on the deck warm, familiar, and completely unaware of the tiny jealous doctor hiding just out of view. He tugged his little blue hat down lower over his eyes, still crouched behind the barrel. He didn’t even notice that his cheeks were redder than his nose.

“If she asks where I am,” he muttered, voice cracking a little, “I’m gonna say I was really busy doing doctor stuff. Super important. Too important to drink fruit juice or lounge around or whatever.”

he was going to be the one she shared fruit with. Not that stinky cook. …Though he might still let Sanji cut it. He was really good at that. But only the cutting! Chopper huffed again and disappeared below deck.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) The kitchen was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional turn of a page. Sunlight streamed in through the window above the sink, casting golden patches across the floor. Chopper lay sprawled comfortably in her lap, his head resting on her thigh, one of her hands idly stroking behind his ears as the other held the book they were reading. This, this was peace.

Finally. He had been waiting all day for this his reading time. She always made time for him. Always knew when he needed a quiet moment. A little warmth. A gentle voice. She was his big sister, as far as he was concerned. Someone he could trust, vent to, cry in front of, and fall asleep against.

He let out a soft, satisfied sigh, curling up a little tighter, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before popping back open just to look at her again.

She hadn’t said much since they sat down. She’d simply walked into the kitchen with a book tucked under her arm, spotted him reading at the table, and smiled.

“Want to finish this with me?” she asked, gently.

And just like that, he was scooped up and placed on her lap like it was his rightful throne. Because it was.

“Of course I do,” he muttered, pretending to sound grumpy even though his tail was practically wagging.

She just chuckled and opened it to the bookmarked page. Now, a few chapters in, she was reading out loud in a calm, warm voice, her tone changing with each character, even making sound effects for dramatic moments. Chopper’s ears twitched in delight with every exaggerated gasp or sneaky villain laugh she threw in.

No Sanji.

Her fingers scratched gently under his chin. “are you scared of the villain,” she teased, glancing down at him with a smirk.

“I am not!” he barked defensively, though he definitely was.

She giggled. “you always get so tense whenever there is a bad guy.”

“Well, someone has to be,” he muttered, shifting slightly and crossing his hooves. “You’d probably fall for some charming bad boy with a tragic backstory if I wasn’t around to keep you grounded.”

She raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Oh really?”

“I’m serious!” he insisted, turning in her lap so he could face her directly, tiny hooves pressing into her stomach for balance. “You need someone who can sniff out nonsense.”

She tapped the tip of his blue nose. “That’s what I have you for, right?”

Chopper’s entire face lit up a warm pink.

“I I mean yeah, obviously,” he stammered. “That’s why I’m here. Not because I care or anything.”

She rolled her eyes fondly and returned to reading, and he curled up again, his face still warm but his heart even warmer. The kitchen door creaked open.

Chopper’s ears twitched. His eye twitched. He knew that sound. “Oi, I smelled fresh tea,” came Sanji’s voice as he stepped into the room, towel slung over his shoulder. “Need a refill, beautiful?”

Chopper immediately snapped upright in her lap, nose scrunched and shoulders raised in defensive puff mode. “She’s busy!” he snapped before she could answer, arms thrown wide like he was shielding her from a poison dart. “We’re reading!”

Sanji blinked at the sight of them.

Then smiled. “Oh, sorry, chopper. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Too late, you did,” Chopper grumbled, tail flicking like an angry cat.

Sanji opened the cupboard anyway, whistling to himself like he wasn’t a walking threat to peace. The reader tried to hold back her laugh, but the amused smile on her face betrayed her. She whispered, “Chopper, he’s just making tea.”

Chopper glared up at her, eyes wide with betrayal. “Today it’s tea. Tomorrow it’s child abandonment”

She snorted. Chopper’s ear twitched. He tried to ignore him. Focus on the story. But his hooves flexed slightly against her lap. she looked up. “I promised Chopper I’d finish it with him this time. You know he hates it when we get interrupted.”

Sanji chuckled, and Chopper hated the way it sounded like he knew he was pouting.

“You’ve read that book, what, five times already?” Sanji asked, the sound of him crossing the kitchen soft but ever present. “Still your favorite?”

Chopper let out a loud exhale through his nose.

“She’s allowed to have favorites,” he grumbled, turning a page with a little too much force. “People who’ve actually read it with her would know that.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “You okay down there?”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, but it came out more like a whiny squeak. Sanji leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a dishtowel tossed over his shoulder

“I remember when you used to read that one to me,” Sanji said with a teasing grin.

Chopper froze. She giggled, nudging Chopper lightly with her hand. “well you probably were the first i read too.”

there it was. The dagger. Right between the ribs. Chopper’s head whipped up, face twisted into an expression of sheer betrayal. “You what?”

She blinked down at him, still smiling. “I told you that, didn’t I? Sanji and I go way back. Before even the Going Merry.”

Sanji gave a smug little wave from the stove. “She used to patch me up back when I’d get into fights at the baratie. Thought she was some wandering noble or something the way she acted.”

“And you looked like a stray dog in a too small tux,” she shot back playfully.

They both laughed. Chopper stared at them, absolutely appalled. He scrambled to sit upright in her lap, his little hooves on her thighs, glaring at her. “You knew him before me?!”

She jumped, then gave him a soft smile. “Chopper, of course I did. You joined later, remember?”

“But but you’re mine!” he protested, red faced, nostrils flaring. “I mean not like that! I just you’re my friend! You’re not supposed to have any cooler relationships before me!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I peaked when I met you?”

“Yes!” he shouted without hesitation. “Absolutely! He’s not allowed to come in here acting like he knows all your favorite books and stories and drinks and and stuff!”

Sanji peeked over. “Relax, little man. I’m not trying to steal her from you.”

“You can’t steal what’s already mine!” Chopper huffed. “I’m her book partner!”

She reached down and cupped his cheeks with both hands. “Chopper. You are very important to me. You’re one of the best parts of this crew”

He blinked up at her, sniffling slightly. “Even if he brings you tea and cooks for you and says weird things with his stupid face?”

“whose face are you calling stupid?!???”

“Even then,” she promised, kissing his forehead.

Chopper slumped back against her, victorious but exhausted. “Good. ’Cause I was about to make a full medical report on how badly allergic you are to flirty cooks.”

Sanji just rolled his eyes and slid a plate of cookies onto the table. “Here. Peace offering.”

Chopper eyed the plate. “…Fine. But you have to read the next chapter in a silly voice to make up for it.”

She grinned. “Deal.”

Sanji smirked. “who am I?”

“ the villain,” Chopper growled, pointing at him. so she read on, switching voices and cracking up at her own impressions while Chopper munched cookies and shot Sanji a warning glare every now and then. Just in case.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)Chopper leapt off her lap with all the dramatic energy of someone preparing for a solo mission. His tiny hooves clacked against the kitchen floor, the book they had been reading now sitting closed and momentarily abandoned on the table.

“I’ll be right back!” he called, puffing his chest out. “I forgot the cinnamon cookies we made yesterday they’ll be perfect for this chapter. No touching the book without me!”

She raised both hands in surrender, laughing. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Doctor.”

Sanji, who had just returned from the pantry, chuckled from across the room. “Hurry back or ill take her all for myself”

“Don’t you dare!” Chopper spun around, jabbing a hoof toward him like a dagger. “She needs me! Not you!” he turned and marched off, nose in the air, grumbling something under his breath about “stupid twirly eyebrows” and “stealing all her attention.”

The door closed behind him with a soft click. As soon as it did, she leaned against the counter, head thrown back in laughter. Her chest shook with it, cheeks glowing. “Oh my god,” she said, wiping her eyes. “He gets so jealous. It’s adorable.”

“Little traitor,” Sanji muttered under his breath, but he looked more amused than offended. He placed the knife down and picked up one of the freshly sliced strawberries. “He was being sweet when I gave him cocoa last week. Cried like I gave him gold. Now I get this?”

“he’s just protective,” you offered with a shrug. “He’s been a little shadow lately. Kind of hard to miss how much he likes me.”

“I can’t miss it,” Sanji said, holding the strawberry up. “He nearly stabbed me with a toothpick when I brought you a plate of toast this morning.”

You grinned. “You’re exaggerating.”

“absolutely not”

she giggled. “He acts like I’m gonna be kidnapped or something every time I talk to you for more than three seconds.”

“Can you blame him?” Sanji asked smoothly, sliding a few bright strawberries onto a small porcelain plate. “You’re kind of everyone’s favorite.”

She smiled, still riding the end of her laughter, as she stepped a bit closer to where he stood. Her arms folded over her chest, amusement still sparkling in her eyes. Sanji plucked the ripest strawberry off the plate, holding it between his fingers “Want one?”

Her brows lifted, surprised but curious. “Sure.”

He brought it toward her lips, gaze flicking briefly from her eyes to her mouth and back again. She leaned in, slower than necessary, and bit the strawberry from his fingers, her lips brushing just barely against his skin as she did.

Sanji’s breath caught, just faintly, but he played it cool. His expression didn’t change much except for the small tug at the corner of his mouth, like he was trying not to smile too wide.

“Sweet, huh?” he murmured.

She stepped just a little closer, voice lower now. “Very.”

The air between them seemed to shift. a really weird feeling threading between glances. He didn’t move back. Neither did she. Her fingers brushed lightly along the hem of his jacket that hits the table, eyes still on his.Sanji didn’t move, eyes fixed on you with a gaze that was surprisingly quiet. Less theatrical than usual. Like something unspoken had finally clicked into place. No over the top nosebleeds. No pirouettes of passion.

“I’m hoping you’ll notice,” he replied, voice lower than a whisper.

You blinked. “Notice what?”

“That it’s always sweeter when I’m the one giving it to you.”

“Mr. Prince, aren't you a charmer, once chopper gets back you'll give him a heart attack” she teased quietly.

Sanji chuckled, but his voice had dropped too richer, softer. “Then maybe we should give him something to really panic over.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

He shrugged, stepping just a hair closer himself, their shoulders nearly brushing. “Just saying… you’re even cuter when you’re teasing him. And maybe a little when you’re teasing me, too.”

CLACK CLACK CLACK.

Chopper’s hooves echoed from the hallway. “I got the cookies!” came his excited shout.

She quickly stepped back with a sharp inhale. Sanji gave her a wink. She barely had time to recover before Chopper burst in, proudly holding a small container above his head.

“lets get back into it!!!”

No one looked suspicious. Except for Chopper who immediately squinted at them both. “…Why does it feel like something happened in here?”

She ruffled his hat as he hopped into her lap again. “You always say that.”

“I’m always right, too,” he muttered.

Sanji just whistled innocently. She just smiled, holding the book open again with a strawberry still sweet on her lips.

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)Chopper was pacing back and forth outside the galley like a doctor about to deliver a terminal diagnosis. Which, in a way… he was. He had to say something. He couldn’t keep letting this nonsense go on. Not while Sanji kept doing that stupid, flirty, soft voiced thing around you. Not while you kept smiling back like you didn’t realize your attention was slowly being hijacked like a pirate treasure chest.

No. This was important. This was personal.

Chopper’s little hooves stomped the deck with purpose as he swung the door open and marched into the kitchen, a one reindeer intervention team. Sanji, of course, was at the counter, shirt sleeves rolled up, humming to himself while slicing peaches.

“Sanji.”

The cook didn’t even flinch. “Hey there, cotton ball. Want something?”

“No.” Chopper’s tone was sharp. Very un tea like. “We need to talk.”

Sanji raised an eyebrow, finally looking down. Way down. Down to the 2’11” reindeer in a tiny doctor’s hat standing with as much fury as he can give off.

“…Is this about my smoking habits again?” Sanji asked dryly.

Chopper took a deep breath. “It’s about her.”

That got Sanji’s attention. He set the knife down slowly. “Go on.”

Chopper marched up to him, head barely reaching Sanji’s waist, eyes locked and blazing.

“She deserves the best, Sanji! Not some loser flirt who thinks he’s charming just because women don’t slap him on sight!”

Sanji blinked. “Pardon?”

“You heard me!” Chopper said, pointing one tiny hoof directly into Sanji’s thigh. “She’s kind and warm and thoughtful and smarter than you even realize! She plays games with me and gives me cookies and listens to me ramble about red blood cells and doesn’t pretend to understand she actually does! And she makes sure I wear my scarf when it’s cold out and never once has tried to use me as bait during battle like some of you!”

“That was once and you were fine,” Sanji muttered.

Chopper glared harder.

“She deserves someone who isn’t just going to flirt with her and then wander off to compliment the next woman that walks by with long legs and a decent neckline!”

“I don’t wander,” Sanji replied calmly, lighting a cigarette. “I appreciate women. Like a gentleman.”

Chopper’s tiny hoof slapped his own face in disbelief. “You’re missing the point!”

Sanji leaned down now, towering like a polite skyscraper over the small doctor. “No, no, I get your point. You think you’re protecting her from me. But what you don’t get, fluffball…”

He exhaled smoke with a slow, smug grin. “…is that no one is stopping me from flirting with a woman I like.”

Chopper’s jaw dropped. “Are you are you bragging right now?!”

Sanji leaned casually on the counter, looking bored. “I’m informing you.”

“You’re ridiculous!” Chopper shouted, throwing his hooves up. “You think just because you’re tall and have a deep voice and twirl vegetables like a ballerina that you can just flirt with anyone and it’ll work?!”

Sanji raised one eyebrow. “…Yes.”

Chopper stomped. “SHE’S DIFFERENT!”

Sanji’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t respond.

“You can’t treat her like you treat everyone else,” Chopper continued, a little breathless now. “She’s not just another pretty girl passing by. She’s ours. Part of the crew. Part of me.” His voice cracked slightly. “She makes me feel like I’m still her little brother even when I mess up. She’s not some girl you write poems about and then forget a port later!”

Sanji didn’t move. The smoke from his cigarette drifted between them like fog.

Chopper’s voice was softer now. “She’s someone worth holding onto. Someone who deserves more.”

The kitchen went quiet for a moment. Finally, Sanji took a slow breath. Flicked some ash into the tray. And then He crouched all the way down until he was eye level with Chopper.

His smirk was gone. No playful glint in his eye. “…You’re right,” he said, voice low. “She is different.”

Chopper blinked. “And yeah,” Sanji continued, “I flirt too much. I know that. But I also know the difference between a passing crush and someone who makes me want to change how I’ve always been.”

Chopper’s ears twitched.

“I don’t flirt with her because I do it with everyone else,” Sanji said, “I flirt with her because I mean it. And if she ever wanted me to stop, I would.”

Chopper stared. Sanji stood again, stretching his back, the moment of vulnerability already hidden beneath his usual demeanour. “But until then?” He turned with a grin, walking back to the counter. “You’ll have to deal with it, Doc.”

He tossed a peach slice down to Chopper’s hooves.

“For energy. Your next monologue might need it.”

Chopper glared up at him, absolutely fuming. This not how he thought this would go. “…That doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“Didn’t ask you to.”

“You’re on thin ice, cook.” Chopper stormed off in a rage,

The pantry door creaked quietly as you pushed it open. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop at first (really), but you and Sanji had been tucked in the corner near the spice rack, giggling and flirting in your little secret bubble, when Chopper had burst in like a one man rebellion in a child sized hat.

You and Sanji had scrambled. You into the pantry. Sanji into “innocent chef mode.” and Chopper, full of bluster and big feelings, had delivered what could only be described as a heartfelt beatdown.

You’d heard everything.You waited a beat. Two.

Sanji sighed softly and turned back to the counter, like the moment had never happened.

Which was your cue.

So now, here you were stepping into the galley with a soft smile on your face and love pooling in your chest like sunshine through a windowpane.

Sanji hadn’t noticed you yet. He stood at the counter, one hand braced on the wood, the other rubbing the back of his neck, a bit stunned by everything. You could tell from the slight slump of his shoulders that Chopper’s words had hit deep.

Which made what you were about to do even better.

You sprinted two steps and launched yourself onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist, giggling into his ear.

“My boys love me sooo much~!”

Sanji jumped so hard he almost dropped the knife he’d just picked up. “ah! thought you left”

You snorted into his shoulder, absolutely delighted. “I heard everything,” you murmured, pressing your nose to his skin. He was warm. Always warm.

“You were hiding the entire time?” he asked, setting the knife down and grabbing your thighs to hold you in place. “You just let me get verbally mauled by a miniature moose?”

“I just wanted to see if there was a reason if i had to scold chopper”

“Your perfume’s all over the spice rack. I should have known you never left” he mutters while steadying you.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss there before resting your chin on his shoulder. “You handled him well. ”

Sanji’s arms looped under your legs, effortlessly hoisting you higher. “That’s ‘cause he’s right. He’s got good instincts, even if he’s two feet tall and about to bite my ankles.”

You laughed and tapped his cheek gently. “You really meant all that?”

His voice dropped a little while blushing “Every word.”

You exhaled softly against his collar, smile curling into something gentler than before. “Guess that’s why I’m in love with you?”

Sanji let out a low laugh. “Well I'm in love with you.”

you teased. “All ‘don’t tell the crew yet’ is such BS, ‘I want to take our time, I don’t want to be the center of a love circus on the Sunny.’”

“Because the minute Luffy finds out, he’s going to ask if meat will be at the wedding.”

“…Okay, yeah, fair.”

Sanji set you down on the counter, stepping between your legs and resting his hands at your hips. “You’re worth keeping to myself a little longer,” he said softly. “But not because I’m ashamed.”

Your hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from his eyes. “I know.”

He leaned in, about to kiss you when

“I FORGOT MY SPOON !”

The door slammed back open.

Sanji froze. You froze. Chopper froze in the doorway with his ridiculous novelty spoon raised like a sword… and slowly registered the scene. You, sitting on the counter. Sanji, standing between your legs. Both of you very close. Very suspiciously close. Chopper’s eye twitched.

“…how…. when….”

You winced. “Okay, um Chopper, I can explain ”

“TRAITOR!” Chopper shouted at you, full betrayal in his eyes.

Then he turned to Sanji, pointing his spoon like it was about to channel the wrath of ten thousand thunder gods. “AND YOU ! YOU DON’T DESERVE HER, WOMANIZER!”

Sanji turned red. “That's a big word for elmo!”

Chopper screamed. Then turned and bolted from the room again, yelling over his shoulder:

“I’M TELLING LUFFY!”

You and Sanji stared at the swinging door. “…Well,” you said slowly, “…so much for a secret.”

Sanji groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder.

“what's up with telling ‘dad’”

You snorted, kissed the top of his head, and whispered with a grin. “sorry my love but i guess we should get going”

[onlyforsebastianstan]

Betrayal

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes sideways, the Avengers are left reeling from what appears to be a devastating betrayal, yours. Believing you've turned on them, the team cuts you off. But the truth is darker than they imagined.

And when you came back, bleeding and broken to warn them of the threat coming… they still turned away.

📎 Genre: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Betrayal & Redemption | Post-Canon | Found Family | Emotional Recovery

⚠️ Warnings: → Heavy emotional angst → Team betrayal / abandonment → Offscreen torture (non-graphic) → PTSD and trauma aftermath → Guilt / grief / emotional neglect → Slow trust rebuilding → Hospital recovery scenes → Regret-heavy

The static had long since faded, but the echo of your voice still lived in the compound. It had been three months since the mission. Three months since Bucky had replayed that final communication over and over, clinging to the dissonance between your words and everything he knew about you.

"Y/N, we're not seeing the files come through. What's going on?" with Natasha on the other end of the line she asks.

"…I was never on your side." The silence that followed was like the pause before an avalanche. "Hail HYDRA." The words crackled through the comms and shattered everything. Then nothing but static. You disappeared. No trace. The intel was never recovered. The facility was destroyed. And every trail went cold.

The team tried to convince themselves it was a trick, a ploy, a forced hand. But evidence piled up. Footage, grainy, but damning, of you walking through the ruins with known Hydra operatives. A bodycam snippet of you smiling. They tried to deny what they were seeing. Bucky didn’t sleep for days, then he stopped talking about it altogether.

No one ever expected you to come back. You stood outside the gates of the Avengers Compound three months later. No weapon. No backup. Just your hands trembling at your sides.

Your voice over the intercom was ragged, uncertain. “It’s me.”

There was a long pause before Friday replied coolly, “They don’t want to see you.”

“I need to expla—”

“They don’t want explanations.”

The gate remained shut.

You didn’t leave. You couldn’t.

They called you a traitor, though never to your face. You heard them whisper. Natasha’s cold stare sliced through you. Steve wouldn’t even meet your eyes. Sam avoided you entirely. But Bucky was the worst of them all.

Because he didn’t yell. He didn’t glare. He didn’t do anything. Just looked at you like he didn’t recognize the person standing in front of him. Like you were a ghost with a stranger’s voice.

You told them you never wanted to hurt them. You told them it wasn’t what it looked like. You begged them to let you explain. But every word that left your mouth just made the wound deeper. So eventually, you stopped talking.

And that’s when Hydra found you again. It happened fast. An explosion rocked the south wall of the compound. Sirens blared. Automatic lockdown failed. Hydra soldiers flooded the halls, and the team jumped to action. They thought it was a coordinated assault. A revenge strike.

Bucky spotted you first. You were dragged into the hangar, struggling against restraints, blood on your temple. Rumlow held the gun to your head, grinning with smug satisfaction.

“You’ve got one shot to back down,” he warned the team, “or I paint the floor with your little agent.”

No one flinched. Not even Bucky. You saw it in their eyes. That fractured trust. They believed this was what you deserved.

"You think we care?” Tony called, his voice sharp but unsteady. “She’s HYDRA. Your kind.”

Rumlow’s laugh was cruel, his gun pressing harder against your temple. You winced but stayed silent. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with mock pity as he looked down at you. “You tried so hard, didn’t you? Begging us to release you, fighting with what's left of your energy, and all those struggles to escape... for this. They really thought you turned.”

Steve’s shield lowered slightly. “What are you talking about?”

Rumlow’s eyes gleamed, still talking to you, his tone taunting. ascended “That little comms stunt? Wasn’t her. We had her locked up, screaming, while our mimic played her voice. You really think she’d join us willingly?” He shook his head, smirking.

"Hail HYDRA" a voice similar to yours was heard. but it didn't come from you. A woman Appeared behind the team as she chuckles. "My my, I guess my mimicking really pulled off." she said still with your voice.

Bucky froze. You weren’t the voice. You never were. His mind reeled. That voice he memorized, clung to, wasn’t even you. It never was.

Rumlow cocks his gun ready to shoot you as you look at Bucky. “And they bought it. Hook, line, and sinker.”

You don’t know what hits the Avengers harder. Rumlow’s confession, or the horror dawning in their eyes as they look at you with new clarity. The betrayal wasn’t yours. It never was.

Steve’s shield is already in motion before the Hydra soldiers can even raise their weapons. It slices through the air with a thunderous clang, knocking two operatives off their feet as if they were nothing more than bowling pins. In the space of a single breath, everything erupts.

Gunfire crackles around you, sharp and stuttering.

Shouts echo, orders, names, warnings.

Metal screams as it collides with metal, the high-pitched wail of blades meeting armor. Somewhere behind you, Wanda’s powers surge like a pressure wave, knocking another Hydra unit into the wall.

But none of it feels real.

The world fractures. Blurs. Tilts sideways.

Your hearing distorts until all you can make out is a high, keening ring inside your skull.

And then you felt the cold, hard ground.

A terrifying, creeping cold that starts in your fingertips and crawls up your arms, settling like a weight in your chest.

Your breath catches.

You look down.

There’s blood.

A startling amount of it. Blooming like a grotesque flower across your abdomen. You don't remember falling, but suddenly you're on your knees. You press a hand to the wound and feel the warm, wet slick of it soaking through your fingers.

So much blood.

Your name is being called, shouted somewhere. Maybe Sam? Maybe Bucky?

But the voices sound so far away now.

The battle rages on around you, but all you can see is the red soaking into the concrete beneath you. All you can hear is that endless, bone-deep ringing.

And all you can think is, they weren’t supposed to shoot.

Then darkness edges in from the corners of your vision, and the world begins to slip away. Spilling from your abdomen, spreading across your clothes, pooling beneath your body in warm, sticky waves. Your legs feel numb. Your fingers tremble as they try to press against the wound. They slide through blood instead.

You didn’t even feel the shot go off.

Rumlow must’ve fired just before Bucky got to him. Maybe on purpose. Maybe not.

But it didn’t matter now.

From the ground, you can hear the crunch of boots. The thunder of fists against armor. Someone screams. Probably Rumlow. You think Steve just knocked out three men at once. Maybe more.

But you can’t turn your head to look. Your body won’t obey.

Your vision tunnels.

You blink slowly, trying to hold on. The ceiling lights flicker above you, too bright. Your breathing is shallow.

You hear a voice, one that cuts through everything else like a sharp blade.

“Y/N?”

It’s hoarse.

Disbelieving.

Then it says your name again, more frantic this time. Closer.

You manage to turn your head just enough to see Bucky drop to his knees beside you. Blood stains his gloves. You’re not sure if it’s yours or someone else’s.

Maybe both.

His face is pale. Like he’s seeing you for the first time again. Like he’s realizing something awful too late.

“No, no, no—stay with me,” he breathes, pressing down on your wound. You choke on a gasp as pain explodes through your side.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks, voice cracking.

You try to laugh, but it comes out wet. You can taste copper. “I did,” you whisper.

And you did. You tried. Again and again. They just weren’t ready to hear it. The others gather around slowly, cautiously.

Steve lowers his shield, his entire body tense with grief and disbelief. Natasha’s expression is unreadable, but her jaw is clenched tight. Sam curses under his breath, pacing like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Wanda sinks to her knees opposite Bucky, her eyes wide and shining.

“What the hell did we do,” she whispers.

And then, Tony. He pushes through the crowd, scans the scene, and when his gaze lands on you, everything shifts. His hand twitches like he wants to do something, build, fix, create, but this isn’t something blueprints or tech can undo.

“She needs a med team. Now,” he says sharply into his comm. But even you can hear the doubt in his voice.

Your fingers weakly brush Bucky’s arm. He catches your hand instantly, both of his closing around yours like he could will your blood to stay in your body through sheer force.

“I didn’t betray you,” you manage to say, your voice paper-thin. “I tried to come back.”

He nods frantically. “I know. I know now. Just hold on.”

You offer a faint smile, the kind that costs too much energy. “You hated me…”

He shakes his head hard. “No. No, I didn’t. I hated—what I thought happened. But not you. Never you.”

It’s enough. You close your eyes. Not to give up, but because staying awake is getting harder.

“You’re not going to die,” he growls, like he can order the universe to listen to him. His fingers tremble where they press into your wound. “You’re gonna wake up and yell at us. And I’ll take it. All of it. Just—don’t go now.”

Darkness curls around the edge of your vision. But just before it takes you, you hear the sirens of the emergency med team racing down the hall. You think maybe, just maybe—it’s not too late.

The med bay was quiet, dimly lit by the steady glow of monitors and the occasional flicker of diagnostic screens. The air felt heavy, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.

You lay in the center of it all, silent, unmoving, pale. A tangle of wires and tubes connected you to machines that beeped steadily, marking the fragile rhythm of a life that was barely clinging on. The ventilator hissed every few seconds, a mechanical echo that filled the space between heartbeats.

Wanda stood at your bedside, unmoving, her eyes locked on your face. You didn’t stir. Not even a twitch of your fingers. The only movement was the rise and fall of your chest, aided entirely by the tube down your throat.

Behind her, Steve paced. His jaw was tight, arms folded across his chest as he walked the length of the room for the hundredth time. He didn’t speak.

And Bucky hadn’t left.

He sat beside you, hunched in a chair that looked too small for his broad frame, as still as a statue. His metal hand rested on his knee, twitching with restrained energy. But his other hand, his flesh hand, was wrapped tightly around yours. There was no mask on his face anymore. No stoicism. Just raw, open desperation. The kind that didn’t need to be said aloud.

No one had spoken in hours.

Until Wanda finally stepped forward.

“I can try,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at the others, eyes wide with something like hope, but tinged in sorrow. “If I go into her mind… I might be able to see what really happened.”

Steve halted mid-step, turning to face her. “You sure you’re strong enough after the fight?”

Wanda nodded once, her gaze never leaving your face. “They can’t speak for herself right now. But her mind might still remember.”

Bucky’s voice broke the silence next, hoarse and low. “What if it hurts her?”

She turned toward him, slowly, and said, “I won’t push. I’ll be gentle.”

Steve looked between them both, then at you, and after a beat of silence, he gave a single, solemn nod.

Wanda stepped closer, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached down and placed two fingers lightly against your temple. She closed her eyes.

And the world shifted.

Inside Your Mind

The moment Wanda connected, she was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotion. Pain. Desperation. Terror.

There was no peaceful entry. No gentle memories or quiet landscapes to guide her in.

Just screaming.

Searing pain, hot and endless, ricocheted through the mental space like a wildfire. She staggered instinctively, feeling it almost physically, but forced herself to push deeper.

Through the chaos, images began to claw their way to the surface.

You—dragged roughly down a metal corridor by two Hydra agents. Your body limp, bruised, bloodied.

You—thrown into a dark cell, the clang of the door shutting behind you like a gunshot.

Then a room.

Bright lights seared Wanda’s eyes even in the memory. A metal chair. Restraints. You, strapped down.

And Rumlow.

His voice slithered into the scene.

“The comms are still active. Let’s give your little friends a message.”

Wanda flinched as she watched a Hydra tech approach you. A woman. The woman they saw during the fight.

“Target secured. Uploading the data now.”

The sound made Wanda’s stomach turn. It was uncanny. Flawless. There was no distortion. No artificial cadence. Just you.

“Y/N, we’re not seeing the files come through. What’s going on?”

The imposter responded again, using your voice, calm, steady, terrifyingly cold.

“I was never on your side.”

And then Rumlow stepped into frame, smirking as he delivered the final blow,

“Hail Hydra.”

From your position in the chair, Wanda saw your eyes go wide with terror. You tried to scream, but the gag was already back in place.

You screamed anyway.

But no one could hear you.

The team wasn’t listening to you. They were listening to your ghost.

Then came the torture.

Wanda felt it. Not just as an observer, but as if her own body endured every lash, every cut, every jolt. The Hydra agents kept the comms channel open, using the mimic to keep up the ruse. It was all planned. Coordinated. Cruel.

In your thoughts, Wanda saw you praying they'd notice the difference. That someone, anyone, would realize that voice wasn’t you.

But no one had.

Memory after memory cascaded around Wanda, too fast to stop:

You—curled in the corner of your cell, body broken, blood drying on your skin.

You—scraping at a vent cover with trembling fingers, whispering over and over, please… please…

You—dragging your mangled body through an air duct, escaping only to collapse in the snow outside.

You—waking in a stranger’s clinic, delirious, desperate to get home.

You—standing at the gates of the Tower.

Begging.

Screaming your name into the intercom in the pouring rain.

They never answered.

You waited outside all night.

And they never came.

Wanda tore herself free with a sharp gasp, stumbling backward from the bed. Her knees nearly gave out. One hand caught the railing beside you, the other pressed to her heart as if it might stop it from tearing itself apart.

“Wanda?” Steve asked, stepping quickly to her side.

She didn’t respond at first. Her throat worked silently.

Then she looked up, and when she finally spoke, her voice was a whisper.

“She didn’t say it,” she breathed. “That voice on the comm... it wasn’t her.”

The room went still.

Steve froze. Sam’s brow furrowed. Bucky’s hand on yours turned white-knuckled.

Wanda’s voice shook as she went on. “They were already captured. Hydra made a voiceprint clone. They listened to everything through the comms and used it against us. While they tortured Y/N… we were listening to a machine pretending to be her.”

No one spoke.

Not a breath passed between the others.

And then Bucky stood. Slowly. As if rising from the grave.

His face was unreadable, locked in a silent battle between anguish and rage. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles split, blood trickling down his palm.

He didn’t say a word. He just turned and walked out.

He didn’t make it far.

Just two halls down from the med bay before the weight in his chest crushed him.

Bucky staggered into an empty sparring room, the lights flickering to life with a soft hum. He didn’t even notice. His breath was ragged, shallow. His vision tunneled.

The door hissed shut behind him.

And then—silence.

It rang louder than gunfire.

Louder than that damned voice he’d replayed a hundred times.

"Hail HYDRA"

He slammed his fist into the wall.

The plaster cracked. Bone didn’t.

Again.

This time, the drywall caved. Dust rained down. The pain helped. For a second. But it wasn’t enough.

Nothing would be enough.

They’d told him to stop listening to the audio logs. Said it was messing with his head.

But he had to. He had to. Because he couldn’t believe you said those words unless he heard them himself.

Again. And again.

Because maybe this time he’d catch the lie.

Maybe this time he’d hear the hesitation, the wrongness.

But it never came.

So he believed it. He let himself believe it.

You were the one person who never flinched when you looked at him. Who never held the Winter Soldier against him. Who fought beside him and chose him and saw the man behind the metal.

And he threw you away.

Not with a fight.

Not with rage.

But with silence.

He didn’t say a word when they shut the gates on you.

Didn’t move when you begged for five minutes.

Didn’t look at you when you cried in the hallway outside his room one night, curled up against the door like maybe, just maybe, you’d get through to him if he waited long enough.

He waited.

And you stopped coming.

Bucky dropped to his knees in the center of the room.

His hands trembled.

His breaths came out in short, choked gasps.

He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the floor, forehead pressing into the mat.

He couldn’t breathe.

Not because of the guilt.

Not just that.

But because for the first time in decades, he’d trusted someone completely.

And when that trust was tested, he failed you.

He failed you worse than anyone had ever failed him.

He saw your face again, bloody, fading, your voice shaking with your last words before you passed out.

“You hated me…”

And he didn’t say the one thing he should’ve said.

“Never you.”

His fist hit the ground again. And again.

Until he was curled around himself, shaking.

Until the grief crawled out of his chest like a scream with no air.

He wasn’t crying.

Not at first.

But then, He broke. Silently. Violently.

And for the first time since the war, Bucky Barnes sobbed like a man who had nothing left to lose.

Time passed. He didn’t know how much. Minutes. Maybe hours.

Eventually, footsteps came. A pause in the doorway.

Steve’s voice, quiet. “Wanda told us everything.”

Bucky didn’t lift his head.

Steve stepped in carefully, kneeling beside him.

“You couldn’t have known,” he offered.

Bucky barked a broken laugh. “I should have known. I knew her. I knew her voice. How did I not hear it?”

Steve didn’t answer. Because what answer was there?

Bucky looked up at him finally, eyes red, jaw clenched.

“I didn’t lose her when she disappeared, Steve. I lost her the moment I stopped believing her.”

The conference room was too quiet.

Not the usual silence before a mission briefing. Not the kind of silence filled with anticipation or focus.

This was the heavy, suffocating kind, the kind that followed ruin.

No hum of computers. No tapping keys. No rustling papers. Just the cold, hard absence of sound, and the weight of everything they hadn’t said.

Wanda stood near the tall windows, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stared through the glass like she could will time to reverse, like maybe she’d see your figure walking toward the compound, smiling, alive, not a ghost made of their guilt.

Steve sat at the head of the table, the spot usually reserved for leadership. But today, it felt like a place of judgment. His posture was rigid, hands folded tightly in front of him, eyes fixed straight ahead like he was bracing for a verdict he already knew.

Sam leaned against the far wall, jaw set, arms folded like a barrier against the blame, though it did nothing to hide the tension locked in his shoulders. His eyes flicked between the others, waiting for someone to speak first.

Natasha sat at the table, nursing a mug of coffee she hadn’t touched. Her eyes were dark, fixed on the faint ripples in the black surface, like they might reveal some alternate version of the past where they hadn’t let you down.

Bucky didn’t sit.

He stood just inside the doorway, arms stiff at his sides, his face carved from stone. The kind of stillness that meant he was barely holding himself together, that sitting still might shatter what little control he had left.

Tony was absent. Whether by accident or choice, no one asked.

No one wanted to say the first word. Because words meant responsibility. Meant facing it. All of it.

Then Wanda exhaled, a sound that broke the tension like a snap of wire.

“She was awake during all of it.”

The words landed like a blow.

Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“She heard Rumlow fake her voice,” Wanda went on, her voice trembling. “Heard us. Heard us believe it.”

Steve flinched visibly. “Wanda—”

“She screamed for us,” she said, cutting him off. Sharper than she meant to. Her breath caught. “She screamed. And no one came.”

Sam opened his mouth, stopped. “Because we thought—” His voice cracked. He didn’t finish.

“You thought she betrayed us,” Bucky said flatly, his eyes staring somewhere distant. “So did I.”

He dropped his gaze to the floor. His voice came quieter, tighter. “I listened to that comms feed every night like it was proof. Proof she lied. That she turned on us.”

A breath shuddered out of him. “I made myself believe it.”

Natasha finally spoke. Her voice was quiet. “We all did.”

Wanda nodded slowly, once. “We didn’t just turn our backs. We exiled her. Left her alone. Let her believe she deserved it.”

Steve’s head shook slowly, his expression tight. “She’s not dead. She’s going to wake up. We’ll make this right.”

Bucky let out a bitter sound. It wasn’t laughter. It was what you got when you tried to laugh with a broken rib, dry, painful, wrong.

“Make it right?” he echoed. “How? There’s no mission plan for this. No clean op. We left her bleeding outside our door. And she still came back to warn us about Hydra.”

His voice grew louder, rawer. “And the worst part? She didn’t stop trying.”

Sam’s shoulders sagged. He let out a breath, shaking his head slowly. “I heard her outside the hangar. That night after the mission. She was asking to talk. I turned up my music to drown it out.”

“You’re not the only one,” Natasha murmured.

Wanda’s gaze swept across the room. “Do you think she’ll want to stay when she wakes up?”

The silence returned, heavier than before.

Because none of them knew.

Because the version of you they remembered, the one who laughed in the kitchen, who stitched up Steve’s side mid-mission without blinking, who fought like the team’s safety was more important than your life, that person was gone.

And the one lying unconscious in the medbay?

They didn’t know if she’d come back.

Didn’t know if she even wanted to.

Steve finally stood, his hands braced on the table. His voice was steady, but low.

“We owe her more than apologies.”

Across the room, Bucky didn’t lift his head.

He just said, quiet and firm, “We owe her everything.”

Darkness wasn’t empty.

It pressed against you, not with silence, but with pressure. Thick and slow, like sinking into a dark ocean where sound bent and meaning vanished. You couldn’t tell which way was up. Couldn’t find the edges of yourself.

Then, a sound. Dull, distant, and familiar.

Beeping. Slow, steady, rhythmic. Life.

A flicker sparked in your fingers. A twitch. Then breath, shallow and dry against the raw scrape of your throat.

Voices emerged from the dark.

“…any change?”

It was rough. Worn thin. But you knew it. Bucky.

A pause.

“No… but she’s breathing on her own now.”

Sam. Steady. Tired, but hopeful.

You weren’t alone.

The darkness began to thin, shadows peeling back from your senses. You floated there, tethered by their voices, by the familiar sound of machines and distant footsteps and something soft beneath your spine.

A bed.

And then, a touch. Not pain. Not intrusion, just a hand.

Calloused. The cold edge of metal across your knuckles, softened by the warmth in his grip.

Bucky.

You didn’t open your eyes. Couldn’t. But your chest lifted just slightly, breath slow and steady beneath the faint weight of blankets and time.

You were alive.

And you weren’t alone.

When you finally stirred again, daylight filled the room.

The sun spilled golden through the wide windowpanes, painting the medbay in soft light. Your body ached. Not just from wounds and muscles unused, but deeper than that. Bone-deep. Soul-deep.

But you felt.

That mattered.

You blinked slowly, vision fuzzy.

The scent in the air was familiar. Warm, subtle. Aftershave. Bucky’s. He’d been there. Maybe only just left.

The door creaked.

Wanda stepped inside, the soft swish of her coat marking her approach. She froze the moment she saw you, your eyes cracked open, barely, but open.

Her hands flew to her mouth, tears rising fast.

“Y/N?”

You couldn’t speak, not yet. But your fingers twitched. Enough.

She crossed the room in a heartbeat, her movements careful but urgent. She reached you, brushing your hair back gently with trembling hands.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick and bare. “I didn’t see you. I should’ve. I should’ve known.”

You blinked once.

And still, she smiled, a sad, grateful thing through her tears.

“You’re safe now,” she said. “They’re all waiting. When you’re ready.”

She stayed a moment longer, her thumb brushing your cheek with the lightest pressure. Then she stood.

At the door, she paused.

“Bucky’s been here every day,” she said. “He never left your side.”

And then she was gone.

Time passed in fragments.

Moments of awareness. Fleeting conversations. Familiar faces hovering above you like dreams.

Natasha. Sam. Steve.

Each came alone, quiet and hesitant. Each one carrying guilt they didn’t know how to put into words, but they tried.

You listened.

You didn’t have the strength to answer. Not yet. But you heard them.

And every time they left… you waited.

Until one day, your voice cracked through the stillness like a match to dry tinder.

“Is Bucky here?”

The nurse didn’t answer. Just smiled and stepped out.

And within minutes, he came.

The door opened softly.

Boots scraped lightly on the tile, hesitant. Then he appeared, shadowed by the doorway, like he wasn’t sure if he had permission to step inside.

You looked at him.

His eyes widened at the sight of yours open, focused.

“Hey,” you rasped.

The sound shattered something in him.

His jaw clenched. He nodded once, stepped inside.

Closer.

He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. Like guilt had been carved into his ribs and he’d learned to breathe around it.

You tried to sit up. Pain flared down your side.

“Don’t—no, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

He moved instantly, metal fingers adjusting your pillows with a gentleness that nearly undid you. His other hand hovered near yours, waiting, not assuming.

When you finally settled, you turned to him.

“Everyone’s already said their piece,” you whispered. “I figured you were avoiding yours.”

He flinched.

“I wasn’t avoiding it,” he said quietly. “I just didn’t… I didn’t know if you wanted to hear it from me.”

You studied him, the lines in his face deeper than before. “I wanted to explain. The night I came back.”

“I know.”

“You wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I couldn’t,” he whispered. “Not because I hated you. I just… I couldn’t see your face and not think of that moment in the comms. Your voice. Telling us you were Hydra. That you’d been playing us.”

You looked away.

“I heard it too,” you said. “While they hurt me. While they let that voice pretend to be mine. I listened to myself destroy everything I cared about.”

His hand twitched.

“I kept hoping… someone would figure it out. That you would.”

He stared at the floor.

“I failed you,” he said, voice rough.

You looked back at him.

“I didn’t question it,” he said, breath hitching. “I didn’t ask for proof. I didn’t listen to my gut. I just assumed the worst.”

A pause.

Then you said it. The truth that still ached.

“You loved me. And you still didn’t trust me.”

His eyes shone, red-rimmed.

“I never stopped,” he whispered. “That was the problem.”

You looked down at his hand, still hovering near yours.

“If I had trusted you,” he continued, “then believing that voice would’ve broken me. I think I was trying to protect myself by not believing in you. But it cost you everything.”

Silence.

And then slowly, painfully, you turned your hand, laced your fingers with his.

“It’s not your forgiveness you need to ask for,” you said. “It’s mine.”

He looked up.

“Do I have it?”

You squeezed his hand.

“You’re going to have to earn it.”

He nodded, fiercely. “Then I will.”

And in that moment, something shifted.

No more silence.

No more pretending.

Just the truth, bruised and raw, between you.

A beginning.

Together.

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SHY READER & FLIRTY TONY STARK - a Drabble

(you'll find the others drunk/jealous in this post but scroll down, I wanted to try something new and divided it in parts)

Tony Stark notices you the moment you step into the lab—mostly because you trip over your own feet. Smooth.

“New intern or did Fury finally send a spy who isn’t obvious?” He grins, leaning against his desk. You turn red. Mission: Speak. Failed.

You mutter something about coffee runs. He tilts his head. “Uh-uh. Try again, Casper. Louder, for the people in the back.”

“I—I’m here to—to assist,” you squeak. Tony gasps, clutching his arc reactor. “A shy scientist? Illegal. I’m calling SHIELD.”

He nicknames you “Bambi” after you bolt out of the room the first time he winks. (”Like the deer. All wide-eyed and skittish. Adorable.”)

He “accidentally” sends DUM-E to bring you tools—every five minutes. You swear the bot winks at you. (Traitor.)

“Friday, play Careless Whisper,” Tony announces when you drop a wrench. You groan. “I hate it here.” He grins. “No, you don’t.” (…Damn it.)

One day, you snap. “If you’re this annoying, how does anyone like you?” Tony beams. “There’s the fire! Knew it was in there.”

You sigh. He winks. This might be a problem. (…Or the start of something very fun.)

SHY READER & DRUNK TONY STARK

Tony stumbles into the penthouse, tie loose, cheeks flushed. You blink from the couch. Oh no.

“There’s my favorite person,” he slurs, pointing dramatically. “You. Yes, you. The cute one. With the face.”

You sigh. “How much did you drink?” He gasps, offended. “Rude. I’m perfectly sober.” (He is not.)

He flops onto the couch, head in your lap. “You’re so soft. Like a… a cloud. A shy, blushing cloud.” You cover your face. Why me.

“Tony, you’re heavy—” “And you’re beautiful,” he interrupts, poking your nose. “Boop.”

He tries to whisper but it’s loud. “Hey. Hey. Wanna know a secret? I like you. Like, like like.” You groan. “We’re dating.”

“Exactly,” he says, as if this is groundbreaking. “Best decision ever. High five.” (He misses your hand entirely.)

You try to get up. He whines, clinging to your arm. “Nooo, don’t leave. What if I wither without you?” (Drama queen.)

“You need water,” you mutter. He grins. “I need you.” Pause. “…But water’s cool too, I guess.”

SHY READER & JEALOUS TONY STARK

You’re laughing at something Steve said—just Steve, harmless, platonic Steve—but Tony’s grip on his drink tightens. Uh-oh.

“Wow, Rogers. You really needed her to explain the WiFi password?” Tony’s grin is sharp. “Or were you just fishing for conversation?”

Steve blinks. You kick Tony under the table. He fake-gasps. “Violence? From you? I’m wounded.” (He’s smirking.)

When Bucky dares to hug you, Tony loses it. “Barnes. Hands to yourself or I’m donating that arm to science.”

“Why are you texting Steve?” Tony demands. “He asked for cookie recipes.” “…Captain America bakes now?”

You’re late. Tony paces. “Maybe she’s with Bruce—he’s all ‘calm’ and ‘listens’—ugh.” (Bruce, from the couch: “I’m right here.”)

A paparazzi photo surfaces of you smiling at Thor. Tony prints it out, circles it in red. “Explain.” “He told a joke.” “I tell jokes!”

You catch him Googling “how to be more charming than Norse gods”. (Spoiler: He already is.)

Finally, you kiss his pout away. “Relax. You’re the only Stark I want.” He smirks. “Better be.” (Mission: Secure the Girl—complete.)