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I will be heading back home from my trip tomorrow and I have not finished chapter 10 yet. I do have a lot of time this weekend though and I will try to get both chapter 10 and 11 out. I’m so sorry for this delay and I promise I am not abandoning this work.😭

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.ᐟ

It was 2011, and Steve Rogers was out of the ice and unfrozen. The small problem was that he wasn’t a dumb hunk of shit and he’d figured out that what was a recovery room was actually a containment facility, so he’d broken out. Not anyone’s finest Tuesday, really.

You were sitting on a chair outside of a coffee shop, Americano in your hand as you flicked your eyes around lazily. The sobbing Susans whining about their kids in strollers or corporate Charlies in billowing suit jackets and yelling about business and somehow that was the peculiar part of your life. Just take a moment to digest that— oh, your phone’s ringing.

“It’s River.” You said as you held the picked up phone to your ear, the world flashing in front of your eyes behind your aviators. “Talk to me, Director.”

“Code 13. He’s headed your way.”

“Copy that.” You downed the rest of your Americano and stood up, throwing it in the recycling bin — because it’s important to recycle responsibly — as you made your way out on the streets.

Steve’s ears felt hot as he sprinted through the streets of DC, ten times faster than any of the SHIELD agents who were chasing him through 10th and 11th. Who were these people? Why was he being treated like a crazy person? Why were pieces of squares on weird buildings and why were they lit up and a moving TV— it felt so weird.

He turned the corner, and found a hand stopping him by taking his bicep and applying enough pressure to stop him in his tracks— that didn’t add up, nobody should’ve been able to slow him down. He looked down, and he saw you. Who were you? “Who are you?” He gritted out, extremely apprehensive of whatever new fangled world this is. “Why— what’s going on?”

“Hold on, slugger, I can only answer so many questions at one time.” You chuckled, taking off your aviators as if he wasn’t freaking out from waking up in what looked like a hallucination. “I’m a SHIELD agent, I’m Agent Seven; code name River. SHIELD stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, and I was one of the founders in 1945, along with Peggy Carter.”

The name seemed to deflate him, air flying from his lungs as the one word of focus, the name, seemed to make everything else turn straight to white noise and static. “Peggy?” His voice almost came out broken.

“Yeah.” You smiled gently, realising that Cap’n America was no longer hostile, which was a good thing, really. “Peggy. I knew her, way back when.” Your voice was soft— you couldn’t trip him out. “Look, I know it makes no sense, but you just need to come with me and I’ll help you. If I’m being honest, the manpower that the boss has isn’t exactly friendly to anyone perceived as hostile.”

You held out your hand.

Steve hesitated. Then he took it.

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Oh, Little Birdy.

Chapter 9

Dean x fem! reader, Past! Bucky x fem! reader

Story Synopsis: Being plagued by constant dreams of a man with beautiful green eyes who calls you Birdy can be very confusing if you don't remember ever meeting him. You want to understand these dreams all while trying to understand why you used to harbor feelings for a certain Winter Soldier who wants "nothing" to do with you.

~This is one of my longer chapters :P~

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Today was the day. You scheduled the appointment two days ago and I got a reply to meet today. To say you were a nervous wreck was an understatement. You were scrambling around your room, trying to find something to wear that didn’t look like you were on a mission or that you were wallowing in your sorrows. Wanda had gotten you many different clothes you hadn’t worn yet so you at least had options. You had already done minimal makeup, sticking to simple mascara and tinted lip gloss.

Whipping out a pair of dark wash, straight-leg jeans, you quickly threw them on and started digging through your closet. You stuffed your socked feet into a pair of pink Converse. Pulling out a pink sweater, you debated on it. It was a hot pink and made of a yarn that felt like silk. You put it on and checked yourself in the mirror, humming approvingly. The sweater hung on your frame nicely and it was so soft. Deciding this was it, you threw on some of your favorite jewelry and grabbed your purse. You fluffed your hair and spritzed your perfume one more time before darting out of your room.

Bucky was sitting in the common room, anxiously waiting. He was dressed in a dark blue henley and jeans, his tactical boots staying the same. His hair was freshly cut and his stubble was trimmed. This morning he had decided on a whim that he wanted to look good. Although, he was a nervous wreck and kept bouncing his leg. You were taking a while and he was worried you changed your mind.

You both had somehow scheduled your therapy sessions on the same day. Deciding to save gas (sure Bucky whatever you need to tell yourself), Bucky suggested that you two just go together. Fury and agents of Shield had set up a base in the heart of Brooklyn, where you would be meeting your respective people. It looked like an ordinary office building but if you had the clearance you would know it wasn’t normal at all. 

“Ready to go, Bucky?”

You stood there watching with mild interest as Bucky jumped up. He looked like nervousness personified and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at that. Bucky furrowed his brows at your laughter and walked over towards you. 

“What’s so funny, doll?”

You laughed harder at his confused expression, letting go of all your nerves. Bucky could only stand there watching you cackle, a large smile forming on his face. Seeing you smile was enough to calm him down. It took you a minute to catch your breath but when you did, you gave him a lopsided grin.

“Sorry, seeing you all nervous made me realize that I really had nothing to worry about and that we’re in the same boat. I promise I was not making fun of you. Also, you look good!”

Bucky decided you looked the cutest when you were looking up at him through your lashes. Tacking that compliment on the end had made you shy and you couldn’t hold eye contact for long.

“Well, thank you for not making fun of me and I’m glad you’re not nervous anymore. You look absolutely radiant, doll.” 

That made you even shier, effectively sending you speed walking towards the garage. Whenever he said doll, it sent you spiraling. You heard Bukcy chuckle as he jogged to catch up. Walking in comfortable silence, you finally reached the garage. Bucky opened the door for you and flicked the lights on. Everyone's respective vehicles sat around the garage, some damaged and awaiting repairs. 

Tony had gotten his hands on a grabber blue, 1970s Ford Mustang convertible just for you as a birthday gift. It was the first gift you received after escaping Hydra and you were forever thankful for it. You ran your fingers over the hood, checking for any damage. Bucky hopped in the passenger seat, anxious again to get going. You slid into the cream leather and started the engine, taking a moment to breathe. 

Peeling out of the garage, you were able to scare Bucky into putting his seatbelt on. He glanced at you while tugging at his seatbelt. You had folded the roof back and you were glad you did. The sun was beaming down and the breeze was just cool enough. It was beautiful out, giving you hope that the day would go how you wanted it to. 

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“A case? In upstate New York? Dean, that’s at least a three-day drive from where we are. Are you sure there’s nothing closer?”

Dean was pacing around the room, shoving anything and everything into his bag. He went to start packing Sam’s bag, making a disgusted face as he picked up Sam’s underwear. 

“Yes, I’m positive. This case is a big one Sam because there’s a possibility of a huge vampire nest. Big cities are hubs for vamps and we’re gonna kill those sons of bitches.”

Sam could only watch in utter shock as his older brother effectively packed everything in their respective bags and started heading to the Impala. Following Dean out, Sam was running his hands through his hair in stress. This case was way too close to Cas and you. Sam couldn’t understand why Dean was so adamant about his.

“Dean, you’re acting weird. Why do you want to take this case specifically?”

Dean shut the trunk and turned to his little brother. He was looking at Dean with his ‘somethings up and I know it’ face but Dean wasn’t going to give in just yet. Without breaking eye contact, Dean made his way back to the stairs of the motel.

“Because, Sammy, we’re hunters and hunters go and kill things that are terrorizing people. I just feel rejuvenated and I wanna hunt. Maybe it was the milkshakes, those were as good as always.”

Dean threw a smirk at Sam before running to check and make sure the room was cleaned out. Sam could only sigh and shake his head, his hair falling into his eyes. Sure, it was risky to be that close to Cas and possibly you but Dean was rearing to go. Who was Sam to stop him?

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You were downright terrified. Bucky had already left for his appointment, quickly rubbing the nerves out of your shoulder and promising to see you after. Dr. Nodvak was exactly 5 minutes and 40 seconds late for your appointment. Maybe he didn’t want to see you anymore. Maybe he had taken a look at your fike and decided that you were not worth his precious time. Maybe-

“I apologize. I did not know you were waiting out here.”

You whipped your head up, eyes bulging at the man standing in front of you. How in the world had he snuck up on you? You glanced down at his shoes, taking note that they weren’t exactly the type to be quiet. Although, the floors were carpeted and now you were rambling in your head. He was still standing there, his head tilted and studying you.

“Uh, it’s alright, doctor. I just assumed you were with another patient when you didn’t answer after I knocked”

“I was not with another patient. I was studying.”

Now it was your turn to look confused. What could he possibly be studying? You had assumed that he read your file the moment you agreed to meet. Was he actually qualified or was he a spy? You slowly rose from your seat, reaching to rest your hand on the knife in your back pocket.

“What do you mean studying?”

Dr. Nodvak eyed your hand behind your back, the corners of his mouth twitching. He relaxed his posture, offering a tight-lipped smile. It did nothing to quell your nerves though. Alarm bells were going off in your head and you had already determined six different ways to exit the waiting room. 

“Please, do not be alarmed. I was only studying more of your file. You have quite a lot to go over and I wanted to be sure I had an idea of what it is we would be talking about.”

Castiel knew that telling you he was studying the script Sam had given him was not something you were supposed to know. He could tell you were on edge and came up with a “half-truth”, as Dean called them. You still looked weary but your hand wasn’t reaching for a weapon anymore so Cas would take that as a good sign. 

“Shall we, Dr. Nodvak?”

You nodded towards the door, making sure he went in before you. He only nodded and spun on his heel, beelining for the door. You followed close behind and eyed his trench coat. You can already hear Tony’s voice chanting “inspector gadget” in your head. This was going to be a long session. 

The room was cozy looking, with plush chairs facing each other and dark oak walls, and a window overlooking Brooklyn. You took a seat, squirming a little as Dr. Nodvak grabbed his clipboard and sat down in front of you. He still had that confused puppy look on his face as he scanned over the documents. You looked around the room some more, spotting some minimal paintings and decorative pieces. 

“It says that you were absent from Hydra for about a year from 2005 to 2006. Is that correct?”

You sat up straighter and cleared your throat. This guy was getting straight to the point but it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. 

“Yes- yes, that is correct, doctor.”

“Please, Jimmy is fine. I want you to feel comfortable here.”

You nodded your head, making yourself dizzy as he wrote some things down. He crossed his legs and assessed you. It felt like you had become glass, every thought and bodily function visible to his crystal blue eyes. It was a weird feeling that was starting to unnerve you.

“Do you remember any of your time away from Hydra? It says you underwent severe brainwashing and mind control; you were also put in cryofreeze for an immense amount of time. I understand if you don't remember much but I would like to hear what you have to say. The file is just a base for us to start with.” 

He was good, really good. If he told you he was a spy, you wouldn't doubt it. He was allowing you to determine where to start. The analytic stare was simply to gauge your reactions. Sinking back into the chair, you twiddled your thumbs. There were so many memories you could start with. Incomplete ones or ones that felt too real sometimes, emotions that felt hard to control. 

“There is one memory that stands out to me at the moment. They come and go, sometimes as dreams and sometimes as flashbacks. Sometimes they save my life and other times they only confuse me.”

Dr. Nodvak nodded and wrote something else down. Clicking his pen a few times, he uncrossed his legs and set the clipboard to the side. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his clasped hands on his legs. It was a sign that he was listening to you, so you started into the memory.

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The antique store was warm and sweet smelling. A candle warmer sat on the front desk, the stained glass flower covering the bulb. You lightly tapped the glass, basking in the small amount of warmth that spread through your finger. The shop owner was rustling around in the back, attempting to an old family heirloom.

You, Sam, and Dean were on a case in a small town in Washington. You’re all pretty sure it’s a ghost because it’s been terrorizing a new family but after burning the body, it still didn’t go away. Now, you are going from pawn shop to antique shop hoping to find a family heirloom that was important to the ghost. When you asked the lady here, she said she’s almost positive she had it in the back. 

As you waited, you took a gander at the store's collection of cameras. There was a wide range to choose from; some were damaged and others were not. There were some from the 40s and ones that looked like they belonged in this decade. A pink Nikon caught your attention, though. It sat on a small pedestal and it was in perfect condition. Picking it up, you admired the color and how light it was, thinking about how perfect it would be for your situation. 

Dean always made fun of you for taking pictures on your cheap little flip phone, but you wanted to document everything. You wanted to leave something behind for them, even if it’s just a blurry photo of you three. Telling them to forget you was hard enough, having them actually forget you might just kill you. This camera would be perfect for toting around and taking photos. When you inevitably had to leave again, the boys would at least have something to remember you by. 

“Here it is, dear. It’s a little dusty but if you clean it up, I’m sure it will look brilliant!”

The older lady was beaming at you, a colorful, floral vase in her hands. It was indeed dusty but you could tell there was still beauty underneath. Setting the camera aside, you held your hands out for the vase and she passed it to you. It was a shame you were going to have to destroy it, it would make such a nice house piece. Examining it, you didn’t notice the shop door opening or the familiar set of footfalls until he was right next to you.

“I gotta say, you’ve got good taste, babe. That’ll be perfect for the entryway.”

A sly smile made its way to your face as you glanced at Dean through your lashes. He was giving you the same smile back, his arms coming to rest around your waist and chin sitting in the crook of your neck. He swayed you a little bit, making you giggle and the shop lady hummed happily at the display of affection. Saying that the only reason Dean was acting like this was because you were supposed to be playing house would be a lie. Yes, you were acting like a couple because you had to move in next to the family, but this was nothing new for you and Dean. You two were always touching, one way or another. 

“Oh, you two are just so cute! Another young couple here will make the town more lively! I also saw your lovely wife eyeing that pink camera. Say, I’ll give it to you for free as long as you bring me a photo of you two. I would love to put another photo on the wall!”

Dean snorted and you elbowed him in the ribs. Glancing up at the wall the lady pointed at, you noticed all of the pictures of couples. Some looked to be as old as the 1800s but you couldn’t be for sure. The wall enraptured you, the smiles of two people in love squeezing your heart. God, did you look at Dean like that? Was it that obvious that you were smitten with him? You felt him squeeze your waist a little and for a second, you imagined he felt the same way. Turning back towards the lady, you gave her a watery smile. 

“I would love to have the camera as well but I really don’t mind paying for it! It’s the least I could do for having you dig for this vase.”

The lady waved her hand, dismissing you as she grabbed the camera. She dug under the register before pulling out an SD card and handing it to you. 

“Don’t worry about it, honey. The vase and camera are a gift from me to you. Seeing you two be so in love is enough payment for me. I only wish that you both hold onto that love and forever stay together.”

The look in her eyes was serious and you wondered if she was somehow able to read your mind. You wondered if she knew just how in love you were and how hard it was going to be to leave. You thanked her quietly and she shook your hand, warm hands encompassing yours. She pulled you forward and whispered in your ear and Dean called your name, telling you to hurry up. Thanking her again, you jogged out of the store into Dean’s awaiting arms. He wrapped an arm around you, the vase under his other. 

Walking out to the car, you tinkered with the camera for a moment and turned it on. You stopped walking, holding the camera up to your eye. Dean was looking at you now with a quirk in his brow and a grin on his face. He leaned against the impala, running a hand through his hair before posing. He looked good like this, carefree and happy. 

“Make sure to get my good side, Birdy.”

You giggled and snapped a few photos but you didn't move the camera quite yet. Looking at him through this lens, you couldn’t help but smile. It felt surreal to see him so close yet so far away. Maybe if you had looked closer, though, you would’ve noticed just how he looked at you. You would’ve seen the same look of awe in his eyes as well.

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“I see. You and this Dean were close then?”

You nodded as Dr. Nodvak handed you tissues. The tears had just started flowing and they weren’t stopping anytime soon. You took a few breaths before answering, not wanting to get choked up.

“Yes, we were very close. Me and Sam were close as well but not like how me and Dean were. I’m still trying to figure out just how deep my feelings ran for Dean. I believe I liked him but did I love him?”

Dr. Nodvak nodded and stared at you for a moment. You started to fidget under his gaze, his eyes slicing through you again. Maybe he could tell you how you felt. It would help if someone could just give you all of your memories back. 

“And the woman at the antique store. What did she whisper to you?”

A pregnant pause hung in the air. It felt as if the air had been knocked out of you and everything around you had just stopped. You had vowed to never forget those words and yet, you were just now remembering them. Crumpling the tissues in your hand, you sniffed as you looked out the window.

“Love is only a weakness if it holds us back. To love is to be free.”

“She spoke wise words to you that day.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat while nodding your head. Those words were something you needed to live by. Your life was in your hands now and it was time to allow yourself the pleasures it offered. Chasing after a man that you could only remember from dreams and confusing feelings wasn’t the best option. Maybe, it was time to free yourself from those green eyes. Maybe, it was time to let Dean stay where he is. In the past. 

After exchanging a few more words with Dr. Nodvak, it was time for your session to be over. He shook your hand and told you to have a good day. Spotting Bucky waiting by the car, you smiled and made your way down. He gave you a smile when you reached him and opened your door. Laughter rang around you as you plopped in your seat and Bucky slid in beside you. 

Castiel watched from his new office window. Dialing the most recent number, he held the phone to his ear. 

“Sam, it’s Cas. It’s her, it’s the girl you’ve been looking for.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, AMAZING, HOT, FUNNY, STUNNING, SEXY, CHARISMATIC, BABYGURL!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍😍🥳🥳🥳🥳😛😛😛😛

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we all know that praying to angels is an established way of communication in the supernatural universe however i think dean uttering the sentences "Have you heard my prayers? I've been praying to you all night." to cas is still one of the craziest things he said on that show

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as a first time supernatural watcher, it is so utterly surreal to witness the angel whom dean has domesticated to the point where he has him doing a cowboy accent from his silly movie. while wearing a silly hat. destiel is real guys.

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supernatural if it was set in 2025 pt 2

dean: lets do a fit check :3

sam: dean we’re wanted on like 15 accounts of murder

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Oh, Little Birdy.

Chapter 8

Dean x fem! reader, Past! Bucky x fem! reader

Story Synopsis: Being plagued by constant dreams of a man with beautiful green eyes who calls you Birdy can be very confusing if you don't remember ever meeting him. You want to understand these dreams all while trying to understand why you used to harbor feelings for a certain Winter Soldier who wants "nothing" to do with you.

-You can play the song if you want! It's just here to provide background in this chapter!-

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A ping from Tony’s computer alerted him, momentarily distracting him from his current project. He sauntered over and lifted his goggles to better see his screen. The therapist application had been set back; it had been the only one Tony had received since they sent it out. Scrolling through the application, Tony had to admit that the guy had a good background. He wasn’t the best of the best, but he would be perfect for you.

“Dr. Jimmy Nodvak. Huh, seems normal enough to me. Hopefully Buffy won’t be too picky.”

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“Alright, Cas, let’s go through this one more time. You are a mental health therapist who specializes in those who have PTSD and have gone through major body modifications, such as testing with serums by Hydra. Your name is Dr. Jimmy Nodvak and you have a wife and a little girl. You don’t know who we are and have never heard of the Supernatural series. Also, try to keep the God and faith talk out of this, she needs an unbiased opinion and not just a “Well if you had faith” conversation. Oh, and you are a normal human being who cannot hear or talk to angels.”

Cas looked down at the little script Sam had made with furrowed brows. He did not understand why Sam was going through all of this trouble when Cas could just go and get you. He had played the role of Jimmy before but he was told he wasn’t very good at “playing human”. This was already hard to understand, he could not fathom how he could possibly help you when he was still learning his role.

“I do not understand why we must go through all of this trouble, Sam. How are you sure it is her? Also, why can I not tell Dean?”

Sam sighed and ran his hands through his hair. In all honesty, he had no idea if it was you. The court cases blocked out your face and didn’t give a proper name. All Sam knew was that the backstory and features he could make out reminded him of you. For all Sam knew, he could be betting on losing dogs. He was jumping into this way too fast but it had practically been laid out for him. 

He missed you terribly, but Sam knew he could never miss you as much as Dean. His brother had spent a good part of his life looking for you and making deals trying to find you. Dean even told Sam that it didn’t feel right with Lisa, no matter how hard he had tried to convince himself. 

“You know why, Cas. Dean is a shoot-first-think-later kind of guy. If I told him that I had possibly found her, he would attempt to break into the Avengers compound. You don’t understand what Dean was like with her. He would’ve traded his soul in a heartbeat as long as it meant she got to live happy and free.”

Cas could only stare at Sam, his face full of confusion. You weren’t important to the brothers' lives, at least, according to Chuck. He apparently had never heard of you and if he doesn’t have a vision, he doesn’t write it in the books. Castiel could not fathom why Dean was so enamored with you, he had never even mentioned you. 

“I do not understand your infatuation, Sam, but I will do my best to analyze her and determine if she is ready to meet you two again.”

Sam could only give a small smile and nod, already losing hope in Castiel. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

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You were sitting outside, a book open on your lap but you had stopped paying attention to it a while ago. Your gaze was on the life around you, watching the world pass by. You could get used to days like this where the only thing you had to worry about was what you were going to eat for lunch. 

The green grass swaying with the wind lulled you into a trance. A bright green leaf danced its way to you landing just by your fingertips. You weren’t paying attention, though. Your head was turned up towards the sky, allowing the sun to warm your face. A contented sigh escaped you as you closed your book and fell back on the grass. 

“And here I thought vampires couldn’t be in the sun.”

You cracked your eyes open, shooting a glare at the familiar sunglasses blocking your view of the sky. Tony was hunched over you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I hunt them, Tony, I’m not one of them. Although, if you keep blocking my sun I might just bite you.”

He barked a laugh, plopping himself next to you on the grass. He got comfortable with his hands under his head.

“No need to get weird, I was just coming out here to deliver good news.”

You turned your head to eye him. He didn’t continue on with the good news, creating a tense silence. He had such a flare for dramatics and sometimes you really hated it.

“Alright, what is it?”

He turned to prop himself up on his elbow, pulling a file from absolutely nowhere and holding it out to you. You sat up at that, gingerly taking the file and opening it. Quickly scanning the contents, your jaw dropped. He had found you someone and this someone was more than qualified for you and your needs.

“Now, he doesn’t come from any prestigious schools or anything but I guess he’s alright if you like him. I can still deny the appl-”

He was cut off by you tackling him in a hug. You squeezed him tightly, a joyous laugh escaping you. He was flailing around, trying to get you off of him. You could only laugh harder as he finally decided to lie there in defeat. Tony was the closest thing you had to some sort of father figure and he seemed to understand that at this moment. 

“Alright, alright, I know I’m amazing but you’re hurting my back, kid.”

You shifted off of him, now hugging the file. Tony sat up, dramatically groaning and holding his lower back. You both started laughing at his groaning as you both stood. He ruffled your hair as you both walked inside the compound. The sound of the team's laughter had you stopping short though.

“Thank you for your help, Tony. I should probably go and schedule my first appointment.”

You still weren’t ready to try and integrate with them, the fear of rejection burning in your throat. Tony saw the hesitation in your eyes, letting out a long sigh in response. He couldn’t force you, but he hoped you would eventually join them in their antics. 

“It’s not a problem. Go do what you need to do and if you want to come down for game night, you’re always welcome.”

With a wink and smirk, Tony entered the common room, leaving you standing right by the elevator. You contemplated what he said; the game night wouldn’t be bad. It would allow you to slowly get to know the team more but it just seemed too personal. They were all so close and you were just there. Pressing the button, you decided you would share the news of your new therapist with someone else. 

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Bucky was swinging left and right, the punching bag barely hanging on by a thread. He had worked up the courage to talk to you today, yet he couldn’t find you anywhere. You weren’t at dinner last night and he was worried you had changed your mind about him fixing things. Lately, you two have been getting along well. There were still some barriers but you both enjoyed a lot of the same things, so connecting too wasn’t hard.

You stood by the door, watching Bucky go at it. Originally, you were going to tell him about the therapist, but he looked really busy. The punching bag was getting pummeled and he hadn’t even broken a sweat yet. He must’ve sensed you watching, though, because he quickly turned to look at you. He barely missed the punching bag swinging back at him as he walked towards you.

“Sorry, did you need to use the gym? I’m just about done and it’s all yours. Although, I was thinking of sparring if you were up for it?”

Did Bucky pick this gym even when the other three were empty because it was your favorite? Maybe. Was he still going to be a gentleman and leave if you wanted him to? Absolutely. You were hugging a file to your chest, your eyes flitting around the gym. They landed back on him and a smile lit up your face. Now, Bucky was curious about the file but if you kept smiling at him like that then he could probably forget about most things.

“No, no I’m not here to use the gym. I, uh, actually just had some news to share and you were the first person to pop into my head. But if you're busy it’s really not that big of a deal!”

You seriously hated interrupting people, especially when they were working out. When you worked out, any interruptions were not welcomed and you had to complete your full routine before you did anything else. Bucky seemed like the type to be that way as well but he plopped down on the bench by the door and gestured for you to sit with him. He was inviting you to tell him, surprising you.

Sitting down closer than normal to him, you opened the file and slid it onto his lap. Chewing on the inside of your lip, you waited patiently as he read the file.

”A therapist? Wait, did Tony get you a therapist?”

Bucky turned to you, enthusiasm radiating off of him. He was smiling ear to ear, looking at your face for a reaction. Nodding your head, you met his smile with one of your own. 

“After Fury called about making you an appointment with one, Tony decided to look into one for me. I was fully cleared yesterday so now I get to schedule an appointment.”

Bucky couldn’t believe he was thinking this but, maybe Tony wasn’t too bad. Sure, he hated his nicknames and how he thought he was the greatest one in the room but he had his perks. Like the fact that Tony was willing to go out of his way to find you someone who will help you. Bucky was ecstatic for you and you were smiling at him and he just couldn’t help himself. He reached his arms out, gesturing for an embrace. 

You fell right into him, squeezing his midsection and nuzzling your head in his chest. Bucky was so warm and he smelled like cedar and spice. He was so much bigger than you, hunching over himself to engulf you in a hug. He breathed deeply, sighing into your hair as he held onto you. It felt nice when neither of you experienced much love and affection in your life. 

“Did you get a new perfume? It smells really good.”

You lifted away from him, pulling your shirt up to smell it. The scent of patchouli, musk, and vanilla washed over your senses. It was comforting in a way a flower field in the summer would comfort someone. You smiled to yourself, a memory fleeting across your mind of Dean.

“Yes, I just got it the other day with Wanda. I think I’ve smelt it before so I decided to buy it.”

Bucky hummed as he still held you in his arms. You looked so good like this, talking about what you liked and sitting in his arms. Bucky realized that he could get used to this, you and him not fighting or ignoring each other. He could get used to you two being together, again. 

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Dean sat alone in a motel room, staring out the window. Cars passed and shops closed across the street, yet he couldn’t look away. Sam was out getting food and probably wouldn’t be back for another 30 minutes. The motel room was starting to feel small, slowly closing in and suffocating him. So, Dean did the only thing he knew how to do to calm himself down, he raged. 

He swiped everything off of the small desk, shattering the lamp. He knocked over the TV stand, stepping on a bible that fell out of a drawer while on his way to the bathroom. He gripped the edge of the sink, breathing deeply. He looked up and stared at his red-rimmed eyes. Glancing to the side, he swore to god that you were standing there.

“Dean, I’m right here.”

His fist slammed into the mirror, shattering your image into a thousand pieces. Gripping his head, Dean walked swiftly back to the bed. He dumped the contents out of his bag, searching for the one thing he needed. He was losing his grip, slowly slipping into another part of him he hated far too much.

“Dean, it’s okay, everything will be okay.”

Your hand was on his shoulder, but he couldn’t feel your smooth skin. Your voice was in his ear, but he couldn't feel your warm breath. You were right there in front of him, but he knew you weren’t actually. Tearing through his clothes, he finally found what he was looking for. He sat on the bed scooting up until his back hit the headboard. With shaking hands, he brought your favorite perfume to his nose. 

The scent of patchouli hit him and the tears started flowing. This half-empty bottle, your sweater, and your digicam were all he had left of you. He let out a choked sob as he held the bottle near his face, taking a whiff after every breath. An image of you conjured in his head, sitting in front of him on the bed. You were smiling and reaching out to brush your hand over his forehead. Before you could touch him, you faded away into the night. 

Dean couldn’t take it anymore, he refused to believe you were dead. Scooting off the bed, he checked the clock while grabbing his phone. Sam had texted him, letting him know that dinner was taking forever. That meant Dean had at least another 25-30 minutes. Grabbing Sam’s computer, he started searching for you. He tried different keywords, each search coming up empty. 

Fifteen minutes had passed and Dean had found absolutely nothing. Deciding this would be the last search, he typed in ‘Hydra assassin rescued’ and clicked enter. The search engine loaded for a moment before exploding in articles. Your face was blurred but Dean would know you just by your presence alone. There you were, rescued by the Avengers and just now being cleared of your apparent crimes. Dean leaned back in his chair, scrubbing his face. He couldn’t believe it, you were alive and he was going to find you.

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Oh, Little Birdy.

Chapter 7

Dean x fem! reader, Past! Bucky x fem! reader

Story Synopsis: Being plagued by constant dreams of a man with beautiful green eyes who calls you Birdy can be very confusing if you don't remember ever meeting him. You want to understand these dreams all while trying to understand why you used to harbor feelings for a certain Winter Soldier who wants "nothing" to do with you.

-Please wait to play the songs until it says!-

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The cool air of the diner was a stark contrast to the sun beaming down outside. However, the fresh breeze rivaled the annoying air conditioner shooting directly in his face. Dean patiently waited for his milkshakes, eyeing Sammy who was chatting up a pretty waitress. The smile on Sam’s face was enough to let Dean know that they were going to be here for a while. 

The older lady finally came around with two large to-go cups, shooting a smile and wink at Dean before she retreated back to the other customers. Dean could only smirk, shaking his head as he backed into the door to open it. Immediately, the warm air and smell of wildflowers hit him. He took a deep breath, looking around for a moment to just appreciate the land. 

-Play the first song here pretty please ;)-

Walking by the Impala’s open window, he leaned down and turned the radio up. The milkshakes balanced dangerously for a moment before he righted himself and walked to the back. There, sitting on top of the trunk, was you. A small checkered blanket protected the car from your shoes as you crossed them and your head was tilted back, lazily peering up at the sky. When you heard Dean’s boots scuff the ground, you turned to look at him and a smile immediately lit your face at the sight of milkshakes. 

“I wanna wake up where you are,

I won’t say anything at all.”

“Where’s ole Sammy? Is he still getting food?”

Dean could only chuckle as he took a sip of his milkshake. The taste of chocolate melted on his tongue, immediately cooling him down. He looked over his shoulder, spotting Sam sitting in the window. The waitress had sat down with him and they were currently leaning into each other talking about god knows what. 

“Nah, he’s in there chatting up a pretty girl. I guess I can let him have a little fun, just this once.”

You both laughed at that, knowing Sam never indulged in basic life. It was good that he still wanted to explore feelings and have fun. You both worried about him sometimes, especially since he was having weird dreams lately involving Jessica. You looked back to see a bright smile on Sam’s face and it made an even bigger smile appear on your face.

Dean looked over at you, eyes glazing over at the look you had. Your hair was tousled by a light breeze, your eyes shining with mirth at the scene in the window. The sun was shining just right on your skin and Dean swore you looked ethereal. Here you were, an angel, sitting on top of his car and you were the only one allowed to do that. In that moment Dean Winchester realized something he never thought could happen to someone like him. 

“And I’ll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete.”

He was in love with you. Dean was hopelessly in love with you, a girl that he did not deserve. A girl who made his days brighter with just a smile sent his way. Beautiful, happy, you who looked at him like he was the best person in the world when he wasn’t even close. 

“What you feel is what you are,

And what you are is beautiful,”

“I never want this to end.”

“Do you wanna get married?

Or run away?”

You turned to look at Dean, a questioning look on your face. He was leaning on the roof of Baby, gazing at you with warm green eyes. He had this small smile, a genuine one, and it made your heart ache. 

“What do you mean, Dean?”

“This! Me, you, and Sam on the road. Fighting monsters and hanging out at diners that have bomb milkshakes in the middle of nowhere. Watching Sam embarrass himself by trying to flirt.”

He gestured wildly, the sun glinting off of his smile. You giggled and looked out at the vast fields of wildflowers in front of you. The view from this hill was incredible, a mountain range you didn’t know the name of creating a perfect backdrop. You sipped on your strawberry milkshake, preparing your response, but Dean spoke again.

“Me and you, getting to be ourselves without any repercussions.”

You both gazed into each other's eyes, a charge in the air. Dean thought you were the only thing that could make this life worth living. You thought that Dean was the only one you really wanted to stay for. Both of you want the other, aching and longing for the touch of the one you love.

“I wanna wake up where you are,

And I won’t say anything.”

You both quickly looked away, a blush on your faces. The birds chirped and the sound of laughter rang in your ears. Eyeing the green leaves on the tree, you held a secret smile. This life was made for you, no matter what anyone said. If Hydra caged you again, you would fight tooth and nail until you found these boys again.

“Yeah, I never want it to end either.”

“Oh, we’ll run away, run away, run away.” 

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“Dean, did you hear anything I just said?”

Dean slowly turned from the window, the scene outside occupying his attention. Baby was parked in the same spot it always was on that exact day. If the parking spot wasn't open, they would circle around until someone left. Sam and Dean made a promise to always order strawberry milkshakes at the same diner you three did that day. It was the anniversary of your disappearance and Dean realized that this feeling of dread was never going to leave him. Four years and still no sign of you on this entire goddamn, forsaken planet. 

“Yeah, yeah I heard ya. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Alright, then repeat it back.”

The brothers stared each other down, both of them refusing to back away. Sam knew Dean hadn’t heard a word but the case they were on was important. The demons sure as hell weren’t going to wait for Dean to get through his emotional turmoil. Dean knew Sam knew but he just wanted to be a stubborn shit. 

“Dean, I can not help but notice you have been not all there recently.”

Castiel turned to Sam, about to ask the same question he always did but Sam beat him to it.

“Yes, you used that correctly, Cas.”

Dean slurped his milkshake, glaring at Castiel. The angel could only tilt his head, wondering why his friend was going through so much turmoil right now. Yes, the demons were rampaging and the angels weren’t much help either but Dean never seemed to act like this, at least to Castiel’s knowledge.

“What were you thinking about Dean that distracted you from Sam’s rambling?”

Sam shot Castiel an offended glance, feeling betrayed after he thought the angel had his back. Dean sat his shake down, looking out the window. It was a clear day, the breeze swaying the grass and flowers in the field. For a second, Dean could see you standing there with your face turned up to the sky. You always did that, trying to absorb as much sun as possible. 

“Nothing much, Cas. Just thinking of a little birdy I used to know.”

Sam flinched at Dean’s words, immediately alerting Castiel. Dean never spoke about you and whenever Sam tried to, he usually left with a bruised face. The brothers shared a glance filled with emotion. Castiel looked between the two, realizing this was a silence he didn’t need to break. Sam broke his brother's gaze, deciding to look out the window. He replayed the night after Dean realized his feelings over and over again.

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-play the second song! :p-

The road was practically empty, the occasional car passing every now and then. The radio played low in the background, switching to a new song that Dean decided to turn up a little.

Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner started playing. Sam side-eyed Dean a little, noticing that was a stark contrast from his usual playlist. Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, bobbing his head to the beat. Sam wasn't sure what was up with his brother but he had been upbeat since the afternoon. Although, he wasn't going to complain. He liked smiley Dean a lot more than brooding, upset Dean. 

A light smile adorned Dean’s lips as he directed the car into a 24-hour diner. You were back at the motel, showering and texting Dean about what food you wanted. He couldn’t help but smile bigger when he felt his phone buzz. You were probably complaining about how the TV had nothing interesting and to see if he could find a video rental store. 

“It feels so right, so warm and true,

I need to know if you feel it too.”

Dean shifted Baby into park, locking the door before Sam could get out. His brother shot him a look, silently asking what the hell he was doing. Dean didn’t meet Sam’s gaze, staring intently into the diner. He noticed a young couple sharing a milkshake, a strawberry milkshake. Your favorite flavor.

“I’ve been waiting for a girl like you,

To come into my life.”

“I’m in love with her, Sammy. I’m in love with her and there’s nothing I can do about it. I don’t even want to do anything about it. I just want to love everything about her, every day of my life.” 

Sam gaped at his brother, fumbling over his words. He was speechless, his mind completely blank from shock. Dean never, ever talked about emotions and yet he just bared his soul to him. Sam grappled for words.

“Dean! This- this is great! It’s- oh my gosh when did you figure it out? Are you going to tell her? If so, when? Are you-”

Dean cut him off, signaling Sam to stop with his hand. 

“I’m not going to say anything. I want us to enjoy the time we have without worrying about trivial things. You and I both know we don’t have a lot of time with her.”

It was silent for a moment before Sam let out an astonished laugh. He couldn’t believe it, Dean didn’t even realize you felt the same. Sam slapped his hands on his face and screamed. Dean jumped, looking at Sam like he had just turned into a werewolf. 

“I can’t believe you, Dean. I honestly think you may be the most oblivious person on Earth. Why the hell would you not tell her? What is wro-” 

Sam was once again cut off by Dean turning up the music and unlocking the doors. He was done listening to Sam question him, already set in his ways. Dean had made up his mind the moment he realized how he felt. When Sam tried to talk again, Dean started singing loudly. 

“When you love someone,

Yeah, really love someone”

Sam let out a resigned sigh and shook his head. Dean was done talking, already hiding his feelings once more. Sam got out and walked to the diner, taking one last glance at his brother jamming out in the car. At least he had admitted his feelings to himself.

“I’ve been waiting for a girl like you,

To come into my life.”

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You were out with Wanda at the mall, attempting exposure therapy. The mall always made you so anxious, all of the people bumping into you and surrounding you in stores. A place like this wasn’t safe but Wanda helped you through each store, making sure to block people from getting too close to you. Currently, you two have decided to check out a perfume store. 

You browsed older perfumes while Wanda chatted with the lady about the latest scents. One made you stop in your tracks. Its bottle was unassuming and clear, with rose gold accents. You picked it up, weighing the size in your hands. It felt familiar, the shape fitting into the grooves of your hand. Flowerbomb by Viktor & Rolf was a name that you had seen before.

“Did you steal my Christmas present or actually buy it?”

“Stop complaining and just open it. I really think you’re gonna like it.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean’s antics. You always loved whatever Dean got you. He somehow knew you better than yourself sometimes. You quickly unwrapped your gift, struggling with the amount of tape.

“Perfume? Awww, Dean, thank you. I’ve been wanting some but I just never knew what to get.”

He reached across to meet your outstretched arms, pulling you into a tight hug. He kissed the side of your cheek when you pulled away, effectively making you giggly. The lady at the store said it was the most popular and he had money to spare for once. He decided on the medium-sized bottle, just in case you didn’t like it. He watched, antsy, as you brought it to your nose.

“I’ll take this one, please.”

Setting the box on the counter, you gave the lady a small smile as she rang it up. Wanda hummed at your choice, the one she liked cradled in her arms. She looked over at you, a small smile on her face as she watched you happily. You looked excited to buy it.

“Find one you liked?”

You looked over at her your smile growing, a bashful look coming over your face.

“It’s just perfect.”

“It’s just perfect, Dean.”

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Oh, Little Birdy.

Chapter 6

Dean x fem! reader, Past! Bucky x fem! reader

Story Synopsis: Being plagued by constant dreams of a man with beautiful green eyes who calls you Birdy can be very confusing if you don't remember ever meeting him. You want to understand these dreams all while trying to understand why you used to harbor feelings for a certain Winter Soldier who wants "nothing" to do with you.

-You can just play this throughout the chapter. Lots of tears.-

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It was early morning, and the sun had not risen yet. Tony sat in his chair, pen tapping repeatedly on his lips. Friday had pulled up all highly polished therapists but none fit what Tony was looking for. You needed someone willing to be patient and listen to what you had going on.

“Friday, is there anyone else? I mean these people are good but not good enough. I need the best of the best.”

“These are the best ones I could find, sir. If you would like, I could create an application. That would allow a more narrowed-down search. You could also then look through each of their backgrounds personally.”

Tony hummed as he thought about it. On one hand, putting an application out for you could be dangerous. Hydra or even worse people might try to get to you with it. On the other hand, it would allow you to also choose who you wanted your therapist to be. 

“Let’s do that. Put limited information about little Miss Van Helsing but enough so they know who they’ll be working with.”

“Of course, sir.”

Tony would talk to you about it in the morning and get a grasp of just what you were looking for. Even if Fury hadn’t approved it yet, Tony was going to get you a therapist no matter what. You deserved to have someone that you could talk to without worrying about feelings.

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At exactly 5 a.m., on the dot, Bucky and Steve started their run around the compound. It was a quiet morning, the sounds of birds waking up surrounding the two. They jogged in perfect sync, a sweat never breaking out. They came upon the beautiful pond they passed every morning and slowed down to sit on the bench. The slow-rising sun started to glint on the still waters as Bucky decided to finally break the silence.

“I loved her, you know. In the Soldiers own twisted way, I loved her.”

Steve turned to look at him, a confused look on his face. He decided to just allow Bucky to speak freely and not ask questions. It was rare for Steve to hear anything personal from Bucky anymore.

“She was kidnapped around the ’70s, a possible candidate for the serum. They didn’t have high hopes for her since most women hadn’t survived the serum, but they saw something in her. When they injected her, she fought with every bit of her being. Brainwash after brainwash, freeze after freeze, she still had the will to fight them. I hated hearing her scream but I couldn’t do anything.”

Bucky got choked up as he stared out at the pond. He remembered looking at your file, a simple picture of you paperclipped to your background. You were beautiful, bright, and young with a smile gracing your painted lips. If he had met you in the '40s, he wouldn’t have minded taking you dancing. 

“But she couldn’t fight forever and eventually, she stopped trying. They did so much to her Steve, and I can never forget it.”

Bucky was crying now, his lip quivering when he felt Steve’s hand on his shoulder. He sniffed and used his pointer and thumb to try and dry his eyes. He swallowed before clearing his throat and starting again.

“We were usually sent on missions together but they decided to send her on one alone. It was around 2005 or 2006 and my team and I were a few states over running another operation. I was in charge of making sure she executed her orders and sending a helicopter to get her. Before she could shoot, something happened and she was compromised. I had lost her.”

“You didn’t lose her, Buck. Something happened out of your control but she’s here now.” 

Bucky could only shake his head, not agreeing with Steve. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place. He should’ve fought for you to be on his team and for someone else to be sent. He could’ve protected you from what came after you were captured again. Steve continued to rub his shoulder, attempting to give solace.

“She disappeared for about a year, nowhere to be found. It was almost like she dropped off the face of the Earth. She had been the only thing keeping me tethered and I was losing it. I searched everywhere and I finally found her. Some cops had tried to arrest her and the people she was with and it went on record. I tailed her for months, learning everything about her and the brothers she was with. I hated watching her be so happy and carefree, I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to only be with me or just wanted to be free like her.” 

Bucky’s head hurt from the crying and he could only let out a strangled sob once he remembered the next part. Steve needed to know but Bucky hadn’t even told you yet. It was the one thing he regretted most in his life, more than the people he murdered. He had been the one that trapped you back in your cage.

“One night, the Soldier couldn’t take it anymore. They had put all this stuff in my head, about how she didn’t deserve to be free and that she was making me mad on purpose. I broke into her hotel room, careful not to wake the brothers. She knew it was me immediately, jumping from one of the brothers' beds to stand in front of me. God, the look on her face, Steve. She knew it was her time and she was fucking distraught. She begged me not to hurt them and immediately started walking out the door, saying she would come with me no matter what.” 

Bucky held his head in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. He wanted to grab you and put you right back in that bed. He didn’t care if you loved someone else, as long as you were happy. Orders had been given though and he had to follow them for you and the brothers' sake. If only he had been brave enough to just run away then and there. 

“After I took her back, Hydra did everything in their power to make sure she forgot them. I used to listen to her ramble their names and facts about them as she sat in my arms, bloody and tired. She would scream for them every time they shocked her. When she came out of cryofreeze, she would recite their names right to the doctors' faces, only initiating more brainwashing. I took care of her as best as I could. I couldn't control my emotions and ended up making her love me. Between the brainwashing and the constant affection I gave, I think she just convinced herself to be in love with me. She was trying to protect her mind.”

Steve sat in silence for a moment, allowing Bucky to catch his breath. He had never seen his oldest friend so distraught. He also felt like a serious asshole, treating you the way he did. You must’ve been so confused and lost when Bucky acted like he didn’t know you. The whole team was against you and it wasn’t even your fault.

“Thank you for telling me, Buck. I’m sorry for how me and the team have acted towards her and I know just saying that won’t fix anything but I really mean it. Does she know you were the one that took her back?”

Bucky paused for a moment, looking into Steve’s eyes. He couldn’t understand how Steve was compassionate and understanding after everything he had just told him. Bucky looked down and slowly shook his head. Steve let out a deep sigh, looking off into the pond.

“Are you going to tell her or just let her remember? There could be consequences if you don’t tell her, Buck.”

“I know that, trust me, I know. Look at her though, she’s remembering fast. I would rather enjoy the time she doesn’t know and spend as much time in her good graces as possible because when she finally remembers everything, she’s going to hate me. I know it’s selfish but please just let me enjoy this time with her as myself and not The Winter Soldier.”

Steve could only nod his head, a knot in his throat. Bucky turned back to look at the pond, watching a mother swan help her babies out of the water. He could only wish for peaceful mornings like this for the rest of his life but he knew they wouldn’t last forever.

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“You are finding me a therapist? Has Fury even signed off on that yet?”

Tony gave you an annoyed look over his computer. He had Friday call you to his lab the moment you woke up, so you were currently still in your pajamas. He had immediately jumped into trying to figure out who you wanted as a therapist but you hadn’t liked any of his options.

“They’re all too stuffy looking. I need someone a little more down to Earth.”

Tony had let out a dramatic sigh at that, grumbling about how you never liked his ideas. You just giggled at him, in a happy mood from the dream you had last night. You and Dean must’ve had a good relationship. You let out another little chuckle at Dean's red face popping into your head.

“What did you think about the application idea? It would allow you to sort of look through them yourself and I wouldn’t put any crazy information on there, like how you hunt vampires and whatnot.”

You shot Tony a glare as you thought it over. It wouldn’t be a bad idea, although, you were a little worried about the people that might read it. You had apparently been on the run before and you really didn’t want to have to do it again because of some stupid therapist application.

“It doesn’t sound like a bad idea but I would want the viewers to be heavily monitored. If anything is suspicious we take it down immediately.”

“Of course, we wouldn’t want our resident Buffy to be taken away from us.”

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed one of Tony’s notebooks and a pen, writing down what you were looking for in a therapist. He was definitely not going to drop the nicknames anytime soon.

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In Yellow Springs, Ohio, a laptop sits open on a small wooden desk. Its screen blinks on, illuminating the blue wall of an old motel room. The bathroom door opens and long legs carry someone over to the now-on computer. Sam Winchester looks at the computer with furrowed brows, wondering why it decided to come on. 

“An email from Bobby? I thought he just talked to Dean.”

Sam clicked on the email, a simple “check this out” in the subject line. It was an application for a therapist. Sam didn’t understand, maybe Bobby was thinking about putting the boys through therapy? But upon further inspection, he saw that it was for an Avenger. Not just any Avenger though, it was for a relatively new one that had been through brainwashing.

There was no way, it had been too long. Sam clicked on another tab, typed in keywords, and waited. Dean wouldn’t be back for a good while, enjoying his night with the bartender who had a very familiar look to her that Sam had tried to forget. Suddenly, the page is flooded with court cases and articles, your court cases. You were alive and as of 5 months ago, living with the Avengers. 

Sam leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his face. He couldn’t believe it, you were alive and away from Hydra. He could feel his lash line dampening, his happiness uncontrollable. Dean couldn't know yet, not until Sam had it confirmed.

He quickly whipped his phone out, pressing one of his speed dials. He heard the line click, signaling the person had picked up.

“Cas? Hey, I need your help with something.”

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Oh, Little Birdy.

Chapter 5

Dean x fem! reader, Past! Bucky x fem! reader

Story Synopsis: Being plagued by constant dreams of a man with beautiful green eyes who calls you Birdy can be very confusing if you don't remember ever meeting him. You want to understand these dreams all while trying to understand why you used to harbor feelings for a certain Winter Soldier who wants "nothing" to do with you.

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-Don't play the song until it says-

The ride back was silent, the air stiff with questions about the mission. You pointedly ignored Tony’s stare as you cleaned the blood off of your face. You had to give it to him, he hadn’t asked you any more questions since you left the Hydra base. You knew a conversation was due the moment you got back, so you enjoyed the silence while you could.

Bucky watched as you zoned out, absentmindedly wiping the blood off your face. He had tried getting to your door but the vampires had even rivaled his and Steve’s strength. The look on your face as you swung that axe though, was nothing Bucky had ever seen before. That axe looked like it belonged in your hands, the way you wielded it making it seem as if you had been hunting vampires for years.

Arriving back at the compound, you immediately walked off the jet. Tony was hot on your heels, his suit coming off and sinking into the floor. Going over what you were going to say in your head, you walked into his lab. Tony shut the door behind him and sat down in one of his expensive office chairs.

“Wanna explain just how you knew exactly how to kill a vampire? Or maybe even tell me how vampires exist and if other creatures exist?”

He sounded upset but you knew he was just using a voice in an attempt to coax it out of you. You sat down across from him, the plush of the chair letting out a small puff of air.

“Yes, there are more creatures out there. Werewolves, witches, genies, demons, windigos, and everything else that goes bump in the night. Each one has a special way to kill it and, as a hunter, you have to know these special ways.”

Tony rested his hand on his chin, a sliver of surprise arching his brow before he fixed his face. You waited for him to say something, hoping that the information you gave him would be enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“That doesn’t explain how you knew what to do. Unless you’re saying you are one of these so-called “hunters”?”

You sighed and leaned back in the chair. You ran your hand over your hair, pulling a little at the ends. You didn’t even know who you were anymore, hell, you hadn’t found out your real name until 2 months ago.

“I don’t understand it myself, Tony. I keep getting these flashes of a life I don’t even remember living. I think I used to fight monsters with two men but I can’t be for sure. I’m still trying to place what I was even doing with them if I was supposed to still be controlled by Hydra at that time.”

He didn’t give you a look of pity but you could see the sadness in his eyes. Tony was the first one who didn’t walk on eggshells around you. He told you everything straight up and even allowed you access to his lab. He leaned forward on his elbows, one of his half-smirks coming to his face.

"Alright, I believe you, Buffy. Don’t go getting all emotional on me, now. We don’t  want Manchurian Candidate coming after me and yes I have seen him paying more attention to you recently.”

You let out an annoyed sigh at his admission. Bucky had been acting weird since earlier this morning and it was starting to get on your nerves. The fact that Tony noticed told you that you needed to start avoiding Bucky. The last thing you wanted was rumors starting to spread when you two hadn’t even talked properly. Getting up, you walked towards the door before pausing.

“I promise, you’ll be the first to know once I figure this whole thing out.”

You looked at Tony, a small smile of reassurance gracing your lips. He was about to say something before his phone rang. The ringtone sent a headache straight through you. You gripped the side of your head, a flash of another memory taking over your vision.

“You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC, a classic.”

“Hey, Kid, you alright?”

The headache was gone as quick as it had come, your ragged breathing the only sign of it happening.

“Is your ringtone You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC?”

Tony gave you a surprised look, his hand hovering his phone over the table.

“Uh, yeah, a classic, right? Man, I didn’t know you had good taste in music. We should have a jam sesh sometime.”

You could only limply nod your head before taking off out the door. You sped up your walking, reaching the elevator much faster than normal. You needed a distraction, and there was only one place that offered that solace: the gym.

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The sound of your fists meeting the punching bag was the only sound in the empty gym. You were sweating profusely but it didn’t bother you like it usually did. Your fists hurt but your head was occupied by Dean. Why did he constantly appear in your head at the worst times?

You stopped and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was still disheveled from the mission, and if you looked close enough, you could still see some blood splatter on your arms. Steve was right—you were losing it. Maybe you should take some time away from missions and find a good therapist to talk to.

“I’ve learned that staring at myself doesn’t help me refocus my mind.”

You jumped a little as Bucky’s voice washed over you from the other side of the gym. With a loud sigh, you slid your eyes over to meet him in the mirror. He was leaning against the frame, a smirk on his face. You had to admit, he was good-looking like this. He was smooth and confident when he wasn’t questioning his every move. The 40’s charm would slip through and his Brooklyn accent made your legs feel like jello. Though, his flirting was never aimed at you, until now.

“What do you want, Bucky? I came here to be alone.”

He nodded and walked over to stand beside you in front of the mirror. He looked at himself as well, more specifically at his arm. You couldn’t help but look at it too. You knew the story behind it, having been there when they sometimes had to repair it. His response came quietly, you almost didn’t hear it.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what happened because of me.”

You turned to fully look at him, your brows furrowed and your anger flaring.

“You’re sorry? After 5 months, the only thing you have to say is “I’m sorry”? Bucky, do you even know what was going to happen to me while you were off galavanting with Steve?”

He rolled his eyes, an annoyed sigh blowing into your face.

“We weren’t galavanting. We were on the run because we had broken a bunch of rules to keep me from getting charged. I was going to come back and get you. I-”

“I was going to be executed three days after you finally decided to mention my name to Fury. If he hadn’t found my files when he did, I would be dead. Then, you act like I just happened to be a name you remembered and you didn’t even recall who I was. The whole team was against me after you were the one who planned the whole escape! I know you were wiped after you made the plan but there was no way you only remembered my name and not what we had.”

He threw his hands up, preparing to yell back but you weren’t done.

“Oh yeah, you think I forgot about everything? You think I forgot how you promised to protect me and all the kisses we had. All of the jealousy, caresses, and words of affirmation were the only things keeping me tethered to the small fraction of myself that remained. What the hell went wrong, Bucky?”

You were crying again, fat tears plopping onto the training mat. You had fisted Bucky’s henley, the fabric creaking under your grip. He just looked at you with a pained expression. His hands came to rest on your shaking ones, his metal one a cool contrast to your heated skin.

“I thought I was protecting you. I had no idea about the execution, no one told me you had even gone to court. I meant every word I said, every kiss I gave you. I remembered everything about you but I was scared the team would think we were working together. I was already a suspect by Tony. It wasn’t until I was too deep into the lie that I realized it had backfired. I swear to you I never meant to hurt you.”

You shook your head, tears flying everywhere. Shoving him away from you, you quickly wiped your eyes. You sniffled as he just stood back and watched you.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it and neither does empty promises. Actions speak louder than words and a few strap adjustments and having my back for once isn’t just going to fix it all. You need to talk to Steve and explain the whole thing.”

Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head, words escaping him. He knew he fucked up and he wasn’t sure why he thought you would forgive him easily. He watched as you grabbed your things preparing to exit the gym.

“Did you mean everything? Did the kisses and words mean anything to you?”

You turned to look at him, a thoughtful yet sad look on your face. He was giving you a pleading look, but you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“I don’t know, Bucky. I wasn’t in the right mind and these dreams I’ve been having have changed my perspective on everything. I’m sorry but I can’t explain my feelings for you right now.”

With that, you walked out of the gym, not waiting to see Bucky’s reaction. You were exhausted and needed a hot shower. Tonight, you looked forward to having one of your dreams.

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- Play the song now -

You plopped down on your bed, your hair freshly dried and your body clean. The blankets were so soft that they practically engulfed you as you sagged. A sigh of relief escaped you, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

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“Working double time on the seduction line,

She’s one of a kind, she’s just mine, all mine.”

You slowly cracked open your eyes, a car momentarily blinding you as it passed. Looking around the Impala, you noticed Dean singing along to the radio. He noticed you out of the corner of his eye and cracked a smile.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, sleeping beauty.”

You yawned and stretched, planting your palms on the roof of the car. Turning around to crack your back, you saw that Sam was passed out in the back seat. His laptop was still open and he was lightly snoring. Turning back around, you looked over at Dean and his steering wheel drumming. Your voice was a little hoarse as you spoke.

“What’s the name of this one? It seems like a good one, I like the beat.”

Dean chuckled a little as he turned the song down a little, to not wake Sam.

“You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC, a classic.”

You hummed as you listened to the words. Some of the wording seemed like it alluded to something else but you weren’t for sure. Being separated from the outside world for so long had you slacking on your knowledge of music.

“What does the song mean? I mean, I know that he’s singing about a woman in a romantic sense, but what is he alluding to?”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. He had completely forgotten that you still were learning your music. His expression of surprise melted into one of mischief. He could have a little fun with this one, just this once.

“The meaning is debated but I like to think he’s singing about getting frisky with the best damn women he’s ever met. Listening to the lyrics, it sounds like he’s talking about sex positions and just how much she rocked his world. I mean, if a woman rocked my world hard enough, I would sing about her too”

Your eyes went wide, your face becoming bashful. Dean’s voice had lowered an octave as he said that last part, glancing at you with dark eyes. You assumed it was something to do with romance but you didn't expect him to just flat out tell you. You glanced at him, not sure how to respond to his blatant flirting. After contemplating for a moment, you reach your hand out and rest it on his arm, deciding to just go for it.

“I could rock your world.”

Baby swerved over the center line and back over the shoulder line, effectively waking Sam up with a shout. Dean’s face was redder than a tomato as he attempted to regain control of the car.

“What the hell, De-”

“You can’t just say stuff like that, Birdy! God, give a dude warning beforehand!”

You quirked your brow at him. Sam was looking between you two like you both had grown two heads. Dean was breathing heavily and looking everywhere but your eyes, adjusting himself discreetly.

“I thought we were flirting?”

Sam paused before busting out laughing and Dean somehow became redder. You could only look between the two, wondering what was so funny.

“Oh god, I never thought I would see the day a girl made my brother blush.”

Sam continued to cackle, Dean swatting blindly trying to hit him. Maybe Dean didn’t expect you to flirt back but his reaction only made you want to do it again. You’d give him a break for now, seeing as his face was getting dangerously red. Oh, how you lived for moments like these. 

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