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tales-of-the-stark-twins-ocs · 2 years ago

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HAVEN & SPARKS

Genre : RomCom | Angst? | OC Fanfic

Word Count : 3372

Tons of dialogue. I haven’t wrote a complete fic in a very long time. This is the first I’ll ever post a fic I wrote that involved my characters in the marvel universe.

Bucky Barnes, a man forced out of his time and into a war he never wanted to be a part of in the first place, finally gets the life he deserves. The day he met Tatum Stark was the day he felt a change in his darkened way of life. There was a light, strangely. A sense of safety, pleasure, and love; things he dreamed of when he wasn’t having a nightmare. All because of her. Bucky knew she was the one, but the sense of guilt fills his heart when assumptions cloud his mind when he plans to propose.

Tatum and Vincent Stark Belong to Me! They’re my OCs. Tony is alive in this timeline/universe. Below is a link to get to know them a bit more.

Here’s the story….Enjoy!

The young female Stark enamored Bucky, and he practically melted when she would ask a favor of him or speak to him in general. Her touch always ignited a flame in his chest, causing his heart to race. The metal-armed man would do anything for her, amusing their friends and family, especially when he already had her in his grasp. Tatum Stark was the woman who'd cause his eyes to glaze over whenever she was in sight; Even a photo or video of her would do the trick.

The Stark Spark is what good ol' Happy Hogan called it, bringing up times when Pepper would give Tony a loving look over or beam up at him with glimmering blues when he'd ask about her day or Morgan and the twins. Or when he asks her what kind of wine she'd like paired with dinner he prepared that night. It would always be there, even when Pepper was mad at him. Morgan even used it to her advantage. As for Vincent, that man is oblivious despite Happy telling him about the women lining up for him. Oh, Happy.

In the HQ kitchen, Tatum swayed as she hummed her favorite songs while mixing a bowl of brownie batter, oblivious to the trance she had on Bucky. He observed her inch by inch, chin in his hands, elbows propped up on the island counter. His eyes followed every movement she made, his ears listening closely to the tune of "Just the Way You Are" she was currently humming.

Catching his gaze, Tatum sets down the bowl and turns to face Bucky. It took him a couple of seconds to notice, eyes trailing up from her hips to her face, where he saw that beautiful smile he adored. He grinned, standing up from his seat. His hands extend out in front of him, placing them on either side of Tatum's hips. He pulls her close to him, a giggle falling past her lips when his metal fingers brushed against the bare skin peeking out between the space where her shorts and shirt meet.

"Are those for me?" He asks, grinning ear to ear as he uses his flesh hand to dip his finger into the batter. Before he could bring the raw mix to his mouth, she sat at his hand and pushed the bowl away.

"Yes, and stop that." Tatum scolded, slight worry in her tone, "You'll get sick."

"You know I can't get sick." He reminds her, eating the batter and kissing her cheeks. She rolls her eyes playfully, grabbing his face in between her hands. Bucky begins to say something, but Tatum presses her thumb against his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Super Soldier Serum."

Bucky raises his hands and lays them on top of Tatum's, the scruff of his shaven face softly scratching the palms of her hands. She didn't mind it, lips pressing against his and molding together in unison. His scruff tickles her nose, causing her to laugh against his lips and pull away, "James."

He loved it when she called him by his given name. The way she said it, no matter the tone, he enjoyed it as long as she was the only one who said it.

"Do I need to shave?" He asks, looking at her and bringing their hands down between them.

"Please don't Amore. I love your stubble." She states honestly, bringing her face close to his before rubbing her cheek against his. "It's lovely." He smiles, enjoying every minute of it.

"And weird." The other half of the Twin Duo enters the kitchen, scaring Bucky and Tatum with his sudden appearance. "Ooo, Brownie." Vincent goes to dip his finger in the bowl, and Tatum quickly grabs a spatula from the Utensil holder, smacking his hand with it. "Ow!"

He pulls his hand against his chest, glaring at his sister as it throbs in pain. "What was that for?"

Tatum deadpans, slowly raising the spatula again and pointing at the bowl. "It's raw. You can still get sick."

He sticks his tongue out, mumbling to himself as he rubs his hand, walking into the living area—giant Man Child.

"Pretty quick there with the spatula, sweetheart." Bucky comments, smirking as he takes the spatula from Tatum, setting it down on the counter. She rests her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. "Should I be worried?" He mumbled in between pecks.

"You should always be worried. Tatum IS a Stark." Tony jokes, entering the kitchen with a few bags of groceries and other items. "I was quite the troublemaker myself."

The two stare at him deadpan as Vincent yells from the living area, "Still an ongoing record. Huh Dad."

Tony's smile is wiped off his face at the comment, and he grabs the spatula off the counter before storming over to Vincent on the couch. Vincent peeks over the sofa's backrest, eyes widening when he sees the spatula. "Dad. Wait? No. Dad! No! STAHP!"

Giggling at Vincent's pleading and the smack from the spatula making contact with his leg, Tatum pulls away from Bucky, grabs the bowl, and walks to the pre-prepped cake pan next to the oven. "I have to finish these."

"I'll let you finish. I'm heading into the city to grab a few things. I'll let you know when I'm heading back." She nods in response, giving him a small smile as he kisses her head.

"Ooooo. Can I have some of that?" A hand reaches Tatum's shoulder, belonging to her father, as he dipped his finger in the raw batter. She turns to face him, smacking at his arms. "What is it with you guys eating raw mix? You aren't immune to salmonella, old man."

"Who are you calling old, child!?"

Bucky stared blankly at his somewhat decent yet horrific bank account. 'You'd think they'd pay me more for what I've been through.' He grunts, pulling out his card and shuffling back to his motorcycle.

He sees the sparkling diamond-encrusted ring in the jewelry shop window, knowing he couldn't afford it. Just staring at it should cost you a pretty penny. With a sigh of defeat, Bucky enters the shop and walks towards the counter, instantly greeted by a faux posh man with an annoying grin. "Hello, Sir. I'm Sean Oliver. How may I assist you today?"

"Trying to find a ring for my girlfriend."

"What kind of ring? We have the Graff Icon. Tiffany and Co. Jean Dousset? They're expensive, but the diamond rings are exquisite." Sean explains, pulling out a rack of rings and setting it before the disgruntled super soldier. Bucky bites his lip, red rising to his face in embarrassment.

"You know what, I'm gonna go someplace else." He stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets, turns on his heel, and walks to the exit.

As Bucky was about to exit the shop, Sean finally recognized who Bucky was and shouted at him to wait. "Mr.Barnes. I may have what you're looking for. If you come back to the counter, I can show you."

He hesitated to turn around, not wanting to be rude and not wanting to further humiliate himself for being a poor idiot excuse of a probable husband. The thought of waiting longer to pop the question infuriated Bucky, so he turned to face Sean again. "Show me, please."

Sean gives him a genuine smile this time, pulling out several silver and gold bands. "I believe your future wife would adore these." Bucky gives Sean the benefit of the doubt, allowing a small smile to appear.

Thanking Sean on his way out, Bucky sends a quick text to Tatum before hopping onto his bike. Pulling the small suede black box, he opens it and stares at the ring for a few seconds. "I hope she likes it." He mumbles, turning slightly to store it in the small duffle bag strapped to his motorcycle. Bucky then turns on the bike and puts his helmet on, revving the engine and pulling out onto the street.

When Bucky returns to the compound, nervousness hits him like a truck. Sweat began to form on his forehead as he made his way to his and Tatum's shared room.

Dropping the duffle onto the bed, Bucky shrugs off his jacket and shuffles through it for the ring box. He mutters incoherent curse words and lifts the bag, ridding it of its contents. As he searches through the small pile, Tatum enters the room with a plate of warm brownies, walking over to stand next to him. "Hey Amore. What're you looking for?"

Bucky freezes and looks up, greeting her. "Hi, Sweetheart. I'm looking for a...." He stops mid-sentence, smiling awkwardly at her before looking through the pile again, finally finding the box. He quickly shoves it into his pocket, aware of Tatum's curious gaze. Grabbing the plate of brownies from her, he picks one up and takes a bite.

"Damn. These are good."

Tatum smiles, forgetting about the box and focusing her attention on him. "I would hope so." Bucky smiles back at her, bending down to kiss her forehead.

"Don't let that boost your ego. We don't need another Tony Stark in the same place." He jested, lightly elbowing her as he shoved the rest of the brownie in his mouth. She playfully slaps his arm, pouting. "Shut up. Just for that, the rest of these are mine." Tatum grabs the plate and runs out of the room, Bucky following close behind with his mouth still full.

~A Week Later~

Bucky storms into the gym, heading directly over to the vacant treadmills in the corner of the room. Having noticed the wary man, Sam finishes his reps and sets down his weights, nudging an occupied Steve. Steve glances at Sam as he motions his head in Bucky's direction. The two share a look before walking over, positioning themselves on either side of the treadmill.

"Hey, Buck. Are you okay?" Steve inquired, the beep waking Bucky from his dazed state.

"Hmm?"

"Are you having a panic attack right now?" Sam asks, noticing the sweat, adding, "Don't lie either."

Bucky scoffs, "What? Panicking? No." He responds quickly, earning a chuckle from Steve, who reaches over to turn off the treadmill.

"Doesn't sound like it. Mind telling us what's going on." He tilts his head at his best friend, "Did something happen between you and Tatum?"

Bucky reluctantly shakes his head, stepping off the machine to reach into his pocket. He pulls out the small box, opening it to reveal the ring.

Sam was the first to react. "Wow." Steve shoots him a 'seriously' as Bucky groans and shuts the box, Sam muttering a sorry.

"Don't have to apologize. I already know it isn't good. I planned to propose today, but Tatum would prefer something else. The jeweler helped me out."

"And?" Steve asks, crossing his arms over his chest, "You love her? Right?"

Bucky spills, "Of course I do, Steve. I'm obsessed with her. Tatum's been my haven for as long as I can remember, and no one understands me like she does. I can't live without her, and it hurts because all I can afford is a stupid band that I'm not sure she's even going to love, let alone like."

Sam snorts, shaking his head at the sad man before him. "Have you ever seen Tate wear diamonds daily or anything expensive besides her Apple Watch and suit?" Bucky glowers, "No."

"Exactly." Natasha voiced as she entered the gym after hearing the whole conversation from the hallway, "By the way, you all need to talk quieter, especially when you're talking about a ring and proposing to Tatum."

"What is it I hear about a ring and proposing?" Tony interrupts, strolling towards them as he taps away on his tablet. The four stare at him, unsurprised, as Bucky shoves the ring back into his pocket.

Tony peers up from his tablet, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "What? I like to know about these topics when it comes to my children. As the twin's old nanny used to say, Chismoso."

Natasha and Sam nearly facepalm as Steve stands there in disbelief. Bucky groans for what seems to be the 100th time, and Tony laughs, setting his tablet beside the empty bench.

"Bucky. I know you, and I have had our range of significant differences, including the ones involving my daughter." He pauses, thinking what to say before proceeding, "Tatum isn't an expensive kid. We only shopped at high-end stores if we had an event we needed to attend. I'm not saying she's a cheap person either."

"She's lived that way for as long as I can remember. She used the money to, of course, buy what she needed and wanted. Tatum also used the money to help others in need; she has 12 charities lined up." He stands in front of Bucky, reassuring him. "She's going to love whatever ring you got her, and if you don't trust me, her father of all people, then I have nothing else to say besides wishin' you luck and that if all goes well, I'm planning the wedding."

"No, you are not! I'm the twin's godmother." Natasha grabs Tony by the ear, "You also promised me. Don't forget that." The two bicker back and forth, Natahsa dragging the poor Stark as they exit the gym, leaving Bucky, Steve, and Sam to their conversation.

Steve turns back to Bucky, "So, are you sure now?" The metal-armed man smiles, "Yeah. I'm sure."

The full moon rose, casting a beautiful glow over the patio Bucky was setting up in preparation to propose. As he set down the bouquet of roses on the table, thanks to Wanda and Vision, Tony entered the area with a suit bag behind him. He hands it to Bucky before pulling out one of the chairs to sit.

"That was originally a gift, but since this a special occasion, I'm gifting it early." Bucky zips down the bag, opening it to reveal a black long-sleeve button-up with a pair of gray slacks. "Thanks, Tony."

The elder Stark raises a brow at the reserved man, chuckling as Bucky closes the bag. "It's awkward, right? Talking to me casually like we're friends." He sighs, leaning back into the chair to get comfortable. "I'm over it, Buckaroo. I can't change the past or prevent what happened, as I want to continue being mad. I'm not." Bucky leans against the sliding door frame, head down as he stares at his shoes, listening to what his future father-in-law had to say.

"I also realized, after hearing a mouthful from my wife, that Tatum was right. That wasn't you that killed my parents; it was the alter ego they forced you to become. What Hydra did to the twins when they were kids helped me see you were just as much a victim as them." Tony clears his throat, "So what I'm trying to say is... I forgive you and that I should've forgiven you a long time ago."

As Bucky tries to say something, Tony cuts him off. "You make my daughter happy, and I see that every time you two are together. She deserves to be happy after all she'd been through. I can't thank you enough for that. Every Stark deserves to be happy."

"Technically, she'll be a Bar...."

Tony cuts Bucky off again, narrowing his eyes at him. "I said what I said. Don't get cocky, Barnes." He snaps, collecting himself. "Thank you again for making my daughter happy when I couldn't."

"I wouldn't say that," Bucky muttered, pushing himself off the frame to set the suit bag on the table next to the roses. "Your daughter looks up to you even when you butt heads." He pulls out the other chair across from Tony and sits, folding his hands in front of him.

"When Tatum told me she was a Stark, it brought up memories, and every time she showed me affection or care, I worried if she secretly hated me for what I did to your parents. I can't even remember how often I asked if she was sure about us being together. Tatut didn't know how to feel because she never met them. She knew how you felt and was angry at herself for betraying and disappointing you."

A tear slid down Tony's cheek, bringing up his hand to wipe it away quickly. "Tate never disappointed me. Yes, I was upset that she went against my wishes, and I might've said a few things I regret, but Tatum never disappointed me." He pauses, memories flooding his thoughts. I'm the one that's a disappointment. I'm a joke of a father. I didn't even want them when Coulson introduced them to me when they were kids. I nearly turned into my father and barely spent time with them."

Bucky questioned him, "Then what happened?"

"I was taken by the ten rings and held hostage. Then, I met this guy who showed me the light of having a family and how good it could do me. I'm thankful because I have three kids and a beautiful wife who makes me happy."

"You made sure to stay alive for them."

Tony laughs heartedly, "My daughter keeps her promises; why shouldn't I?"

"You should have more talks with her about these things." Bucky comments, earning another glare from the elder Stark. He raises his hands jokingly, smiling. "Just trying to keep the peace."

"Keep my daughter sane, and you will."

Placing his hands over her eyes, Bucky guided Tatum to the patio. “What’re you doing?” She asks, giggling.

“We’re almost there.”

Stepping onto the patio, Bucky removes his hands and steps to the side to allow Tatum to take in the scene. The candles he had set out after Tony left created a dim glow; the bouquet of roses from earlier was in a vase on top of the table. Tatum gasped, turning to Bucky to see him on one knee. He clears his throat, shakily pulling out the black box from earlier and opening it to reveal the ring. The nerves exploded. “James.”

“Tatum Stark. Since the beginning, you have been my angel and stuck with me through all the bullshit through the years. I couldn’t be more grateful to have you in my life. You allow me to be myself and learn new things without judgment. You wake up daily without regret, consoling me whenever I have those nightmares and assuring me that we’ll be alright.”

“You are perfect to me, even when you say you aren't. You create a fire in me that I never want to extinguish. You make me fall in love with you all over again whenever you give me that smile of yours, Tatum. That Stark Spark.” He pauses, taking Tatum’s hand and bringing it to his face to kiss her knuckles. “So, will you marry this nervous, broken man with the metal arm?”

Tears fell like a waterfall as Tatum threw herself into Bucky, planting kisses upon his face as she mumbled yes after yes.

Pulling away, Tatum watches Bucky pluck the ring from the box and slip it on her finger.

“I didn’t think you’d like it.” He admitted shyly, standing up. Tatum smiles softly and places her hand on his cheek, “James. I love it. It’s perfect!”

“Did you notice the inside?” “Inside?” She pulls off the ring and squints to see the word Haven. More tears fell, leaving streaks down Tatum’s cheeks as memories flashed before her.

Tatum knew what he meant by Haven, remembering the day she ran into him as he dragged Steve out of the Potomac. That day, she saved him from himself and whoever wanted him back in their clutches. Protecting Bucky from the world that saw him as a monster instead of a soldier and victim. Tatum brought him back from the dark depths of his mind, giving him happiness and freedom, including love.

That was all James Buchanan Barnes needed to be sane again and to live the life he desperately wanted and deserved.

“You are my Haven, Sweetheart.”

I hope you enjoyed this little fic of mine. It took me a lot of confidence to write it, edit it, and post it.

Tatum and Vincent Stark are my original characters. Please do not use without my permission. Thank you!

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tales-of-the-stark-twins-ocs · 2 years ago

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Meet The Stark Twins

In a Universe similar to Earth 1999999 / MCU

Earth 1999999S

A Universe Stephen Strange Missed?

What If?…

Minor Edits!! 8/4/2023 - 8/14/2023

Tatum Stark

Born September 16th, 1992 at 9:39pm ; San Diego, California

Current Age : 32 (Year 2024)

Parents :

Father : Anthony Edward Stark (Deceased)

Mother : Vivian Montez Garcia (Deceased)

Adoptive Mom : Pepper Potts

Grandparents :

Maternal: Catrina Montez (Deceased)

Maternal : Dean Barlowe (Deceased)

Paternal : Howard Stark (Deceased)

Paternal : Maria Stark (Deceased)

Siblings :

Twin : Vincent Stark (32)

Damien Garcia (23) (Deceased)

Caralina Garcia (19) (Incarcerated)

Morgan Stark (6)

Description :

Height : 5’4”

Weight : 139lbs

Hair Color : Dark Brown

Eye Color : Brown

Markings / Tattoos : Ring Tattoo (L Pinky Finger) / Scar (Below Hair Line Above R Brow) / Lash Marks (R Shoulder Blade) / Scar Above Belly Button / Jagged Scar Down Spine To Tail Bone

Personality : Stubborn, Hardheaded, Protective, Intelligent, Kind, Loving, Caring, Defensive, Energetic, Abrupt, Leader, Analytical, Charismatic, Goal Oriented, Intentive, Self Disciplined, Selfless.

Ethnicity / Race : Hispanic / Caucasian

Spouse / Partner : James Buchanan Barnes

(33?) Physically

(106) Chronologically

Abilities / Powers : Darkness / Death / Moon Energy / Elemental Manipulation / Witch Craft / Weapons Manifest / Defensive / High Senses / Precision / Necromancy

Training / Skills : Jiujitsu / Judo / SHIELD Agent Training / Weaponry / Stealth / Tactical / Hand To Hand / Sorcery / Wicca

Weapons Training : Dual Blades (Similar To Loki’s) / Sword of Night / Sniper Rifle / Hand Gun / Throwing Knives

Job Description : Former SHIELD Trainee / Avenger / Heir to Stark Industries / Former Head of Renewable Energy Development Department (REDD) at Stark Industries / Former Manager of Stark Industries Technological Advancement Sector

Allies : Avengers / Dr.Strange / Spider-Man / Shuri Black Panther (RIP Tchalla aka Chadwick) / Bucky / Jennifer Walters (She Hulk) / Nick Fury / Guardians of the Galaxy / The Marvels / Maria Hill / SHIELD / Daisy Johnson (Yes. She exists in this universe.) / Fantastic 4 (Will Appear in 2025) / Betty Ross / Matt Murdock

Middle Ground : Moon Knight (Mostly Jake) / Namor / Wanda Maximoff / Deadpool / Lady Death / Blade / Eternals / X-Men / Baron Zemo / Loki / Yelena Belova / Ghost / Punisher

Enemies : Justin Hammer / Vivian Montez Garcia / HYDRA / Madam Hydra / Ten Rings / Secretary Theodore “Thunderbolt” Ross (Red Hulk) / Task Master / John Walker (US Agent)

Extra Notes : Despite being a twin, Tatum is known for her stubborn personality and being similar to her father. (Minus the sleeping around.) She is highly intelligent; having graduated from MIT just like Tony at the age of 14 with a perfect 5.0 GPA. She prefers sour over sweet, just like a sour patch kid to which she is. She’s a strong fighter. Tatum is also known for being extremely protective of the people around her and will go out of her way to save however many people she can despite how injured she gets. She learns from her mistakes fairly quickly and can turn almost any bad situation around. Unless she’s extremely angry. Angry mixed with her abilities is not something you want to encourage. Tatum loves field missions. It relieves the stress Tony and Vince give her.

Vincent Stark

Born September 16, 1992 at 9:47pm ; San Diego, California

Current Age : 32 (Year 2024)

Parents :

Father : Anthony Edward Stark (Deceased)

Mother : Vivian Montez Garcia (Deceased)

Adoptive Mother : Pepper Potts

Grandparents :

Maternal : Catrina Montez (Deceased)

Maternal : Dean Barlowe (Deceased)

Paternal : Howard Stark (Deceased)

Paternal : Maria Stark (Deceased)

Siblings :

Twin : Tatum Stark (32)

Damien Garcia (23) (Deceased)

Caralina Garcia (19) (Incarcerated)

Morgan Stark (6)

Description :

Height : 5’10”

Weight : 147lbs

Hair Color : Brown

Eye Color : Brown

Markings / Tattoos : Scar Along Spine Down To Tailbone / Scar Behind L Ear / Scar Above Belly Button / Sun Tattoo (Below R Ear) / Scarring Around Both Ankles

Personality : Intelligent, Self Kept, Oblivious, Kind, Academic, Witty, Disciplined, Cooperative, Inventive, Assertive, Adept, Analytical.

Ethnicity / Race : Hispanic / Caucasian

Spouse / Partner : Olivia Braxton (29)

Abilities / Powers : Light / Life / Sun Energy / Elemental Manipulation / Sorcery / Weapons Manifestation / Protection / High Sense / Soul Healing

Training / Skills : Jiujitsu / Karate / SHIELD Training / Self Taught Hand to Hand Combat / Stealth / I.T / Engineering / Advanced Coding / Hacking / Cybersecurity / Mind Behind The Screen

Weapons Training : Shield of Light / Hand Gun / Bo Staff

Job Description : Avenger / Former SHIELD Trainee / Heir to Stark Industries / New Head of The US Department of Damage Control

Allies : Avengers / Matt Murdock / Dr.Strange / Wong / SHIELD / America Chavez / Spider-Man (Peter Parker) / Guardians of the Galaxy / Nick Fury / Hank Pym (Kid Idolzies Him) / Riri Williams

Middle Ground : Jennifer Walters (SheHulk), Namor, Wanda Maximoff, Ghost Rider (Robbie Reyes) / Blade / Life

Enemies : Justin Hammer / Baron Zemo / Madam Hydra / HYDRA / Punisher / A.I.M / Vivian Montez Garcia

Extra Notes : Vincent is slightly different from Tatum. He’s more secretive and secure, set as a protective measure to keep himself from getting extremely close to a major injury or death itself. He rarely goes on field missions and prefers to stay behind the screen unless needed for his abilities. He is slightly stubborn but shakes it off; unlike Tatum. He also graduated MIT at the age of 14 with a 5.0 GPA. He unfortunately wasn’t able to attend graduation due to being in a coma a week prior. He prefers salty over sweet and sour. Vincent is overly protective of Tatum, wanting what’s best for her even if she doesn’t agree. He feels like he owes Tatum for saving him from their mother despite her continuous efforts of telling him he doesn’t. Vincent is also afraid of heights. He’ll make witty remarks if uncomfortable or fearful or just to lighten the mood. Usually his sister will pat him on the head to straighten him up or calm him down.

Writer’s Notes * All Non Marvel Characters introduced here belong to me and will be FULLY introduced in future posts.

All Marvel Characters do not belong to me!! All rights belong to Marvel Comics and MCU creators / directors / writers / artists / etc.

Thank You for Reading! ENJOY!

M.Ruvalcaba

#marvel oc #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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