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Just Roommates. Chapter 9.
The handsome giant of a man had struck up a conversation with two older lady residents as he entered the facility.
“Well, would you look at that? They’re bringing all the good-looking men in here tonight, aren’t they, Tillie?” Evelyn said, approaching Thor and getting a smile out of him.
“Hello, young ladies. I was wondering if you know where I can find a Miss. Y/N Y/L/N?” Thor asked kindly, with a puppy-like grin.
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justkending · 9 days
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Just Roommates. Chapter 8.
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Series Summary: These two college friends have had years to grow together. Each being the others support system, adventure buddy, movie night partner, and dorky roommates. That is until things start coming to a new light in their relationship. At least for him… Is there something else there? Is it possible? Were these feelings always there?
Pairing: (Modern) Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Fluff, Adulting, sexy-times mentions, language.
Word Count: 3000+
Chapter 8:
45 minutes later, Bucky was sitting in the living room, ready to go in a new button-up tucked into his nice jeans and a sports coat to add a hint of formality. The first few buttons were undone on the light blue dress shirt—maybe on purpose. The only person he was worried about impressing was Y/N, but as soon as she walked out of her room, he felt like he came nowhere close to her league.
Her natural hair was pulled back in a loose braid, and her curtain bangs delicately framed her face. She had a subtle blush on her cheeks, a quick swipe of eyeshadow to bring out the Y/E/C in her eyes, which only complimented her more, and her eyelashes naturally curled with volume.
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justkending · 11 days
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Just Roommates. Chapter 7.
“She hasn’t called, Steve. It’s almost one in the morning, and she left at like 6:30!”
Bucky was pacing back and forth in the living room, keeping a keen eye on the front door and waiting to hear the lock turning.
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justkending · 17 days
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Another one! It's been a minute since I've read this story, so I'm enjoying going back through and reading/ revising it. :)
XOXOXOXOXOXOX
Just Roommates. Chapter 6.
What was this weight on his chest? Why was his head throbbing? Did this much light always come into his room in the morning, or did he forget to shut the curtains again?
Wait…
Bucky slowly blinked his eyes open, letting out a groan at the blinding light, making the throbbing in his head escalate. Trying to move away from the rays, he was stopped when the weight on his chest let out a groan of its own.
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justkending · 18 days
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Updated and ready to read :)
Things are heating up...
Just Roommates. Chapter 5.
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Series Summary: These two college friends have had years to grow together. Each being the others support system, adventure buddy, movie night partner, and dorky roommates. That is until things start coming to a new light in their relationship. At least for him… Is there something else there? Is it possible? Were these feelings always there?
Pairing: (Modern) Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Fluff, Adulting, sexy-times mentions, language.
Word Count: 2500+
Chapter 5:
The night consisted of hours of fun dancing, lively conversation, and limitless drinking, thanks to Thor changing their tab to be on the house for the evening. 
Bucky seemed normal, more or less when Y/N returned to the table- enough that she didn’t look into it anymore. But she still kept a watchful eye on him in specific interactions. It didn’t help her worry when he didn’t hold back on the complimentary amenities, leading to him becoming pretty plastered. 
At the moment, he was downing yet another drink, now in the double digits, while Clint, Nat, Y/N, and Maria were on the dance floor.
Bucky watched the strobe lights and crowd move together from the VIP section they had relocated to as Wanda, Vis, Sam, and Steve sat at the booth with him, talking over the music.
“Look at her, Steve!” Bucky leaned into the blonde friend, staring at Y/N on the dance floor and slurring every other word. “Someone’s going to make a move on her if she keeps moving like that… And no one deserves to make a move on her-”
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justkending · 22 days
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My notifications have been blowing up with this series and I’m so glad y’all are liking it 🥰 I was really proud of this one too, so seeing y’all interact with it makes my heart happy and giddy all at once❣️
The Protection Program Masterlist.
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Series Summary: You didn’t become a detective merely because you had a gift for solving crimes and bringing down bastards who hurt others. However, a longtime trauma with a mafia group that was the reason for your list of traumas was one of the driving forces in your career. While going undercover to keep an eye on one of the members of the group, you bump into Dean Winchester. With his mistake in ruining your undercover operation, you two don’t hit it off too well. You later learn that Dean is a major part of keeping you alive.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Detective Reader (Y/N Knight)
A/N: Rewritten September 2023.
Chapter 1  (Rewritten version)
Chapter 2  (Rewritten version)
Chapter 3  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 4  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 5  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 6  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 7  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 8  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 9  (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 10 (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 11 (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 12 (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 13 (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 14 (Rewritten Version)
Chapter 15 (Rewritten Version)
Epilogue. 
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justkending · 24 days
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Updated and ready to read :)
(A/N about the outfits in this series. I always pick something I find fitting for the character, and of course to my liking, but if there are details or fashion parts you don't think fit you, please feel free to change it in your mind! I know everyone had different body types and styles, so I try and write in a way that the outfit doesn't get mentioned 50x so you have to keep reimagining it. Plus, I only add the pictures cause I'm a visual person :))
Just Roommates. Chapter 4.
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Series Summary: These two college friends have had years to grow together. Each being the others support system, adventure buddy, movie night partner, and dorky roommates. That is until things start coming to a new light in their relationship. At least for him… Is there something else there? Is it possible? Were these feelings always there?
Pairing: (Modern) Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Fluff, Adulting, sexy-times mentions, language.
Word Count: 2300+
Chapter 4:
The club the friend group had been invited to that night was new. It was considered an exciting, energetic, and modern top-of-the-line club. They were only getting in because Nat, a well-known PI (Private Investigator), had done a case for the owner.
The owners had a worker confess they knew someone from the inside giving their ideas to a competitor. Nat took on the investigation and found the rat in time for the business to be secure before opening or in the long run. In doing so, she saved the club owners tons of investment money from going under before it even started.
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justkending · 26 days
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SURPRISE!! Another series I'm going back and editing. This is one of my top 3 most read series and I thought it deserved a refresh considering it's been at least 3 years since I've touched it.
I will update and repost chapters as I get them done. Currently, I have the first four chapters done, including the Prologue/ Teaser.
If you've read this before, I hope the rewrite interests you ;)
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Happy Sunday Lovelies!!! XOXOXOX
Just Roommates Masterlist
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Summary: These two college friends have had years to grow together. Each being the others support system, adventure buddy, movie night partner, and dorky roommates. That is until things start coming to a new light in their relationship. At least for him… Is there something else there? Is it possible? Were these feelings always there?
Pairing: (Modern) Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Fluff, Adulting, sexy-times mentions, language.
A/N (March 3rd, 2024): I’m currently rewriting this series to match my current writing style. Any chapters that are not labeled with (Rewritten) are not up to date and may vary in storytelling. So please, if you’re heart can handle it, wait for updates for the best reading experience :)
Teaser/ Prologue (Rewritten)
Chapter 1 (Rewritten)            Chapter 13          Chapter 25
Chapter 2 (Rewritten)            Chapter 14          Chapter 26
Chapter 3 (Rewritten)           Chapter 15          Chapter 27
Chapter 4           Chapter 16          Chapter 28
Chapter 5           Chapter 17          Chapter 29
Chapter 6           Chapter 18          Chapter 30
Chapter 7           Chapter 19          Chapter 31
Chapter 8           Chapter 20         Chapter 32
Chapter 9           Chapter 21
Chapter 10         Chapter 22
Chapter 11         Chapter 23
Chapter 12         Chapter 24
(Complete but being rewritten)
Last update: March 3rd, 2024
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for some reason it won’t let me tag people, so if you’re on one of my tag list and you didn’t get tagged, please let me know! :)
On my nerves. (Steve Rogers One-shot)
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Summary: Y/N and Steve have a complex relationship. On a busted mission, some conversation pieces come up that need to be solved.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Avenger)
Word Count: 3100+
A/N: I did a small poll on who I should write for next, and I got an even amount of votes, so I decided on Steve! I haven't written for him for a long time and thought it was deserved this long in. So enjoy these fluffy enemies to semi-lovers one-shot :)
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Steve watched, as if in slow-mo, as a knife passed his face and embedded itself into the chest cavity of a man close to getting the jump on him.
"So much for having this mission in the bag, huh?" Y/N's sly comment followed as she jumped from a banister down to the level Steve was on in the attic of an old church.
"The rule was no killing," Steve grunted in frustration as the man he had grasped by the neck fainted, and he tossed him to the side.
"Yeah, well, someone was going to die, and it was either him or the person who's supposed to be running this mission. You should be grateful I didn't choose the second option," she smirked, straightening her tactical vest as she scanned their surroundings. "What's the update?"
Steve could have reprimanded her more, as he was used to doing, but they were on a time crunch, and the men they were sent to take in under SHIELD's order hadn't gotten the memo of no killing.
"Masgood isn't here," he sighed, swiftly anchoring his shield to his back. "He must have gotten word we were coming and staged the place to look like he'd be here."
"Yeah, it seems to be his MO," Y/N sighed, bending as she dug through the pockets of the unconscious assailant.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking the body for clues, duh," she replied with a tone of disinterest. She paused, looking up at Steve. "I know this isn't your first rodeo, so why are you acting like it?" One of her forearms rested on her knee as she squatted over the body and dug through his pockets unbothered.
Steve rolled his eyes and shifted on his feet as look at the space. "Something feels off about all this."
"When does it not? We chase bad guys with evil and sadistic intentions as our career. I'd be worried if it felt right," she grunted softly as she stood up and moved to another body.
Steve moved to a window off to the side and looked at the street and environment below for any more clues.
Their target was a man in charge of a large human trafficking ring. Ivan Masgood. An infamous drug lord who started poking around in a new field of illegal activities. Like most felons, he had personal goons and connections that kept him close to untouchable, but SHIELD had plans to shut that down now that he was tapping into the stealing of innocent adolescents from the streets.
"I say we tie these idiots up for the agents that'll come clean up this mess and make our way to the restaurant down a few blocks. Looks like a good Mediterranean place," she sighed, walking over and leaning against a pillar behind the window where Steve was monitoring pedestrians.
Steve turned to her with an annoyed face, one that was a staple for their duo and eyed her.
"We're on a job. A job that involves a man who is taking advantage of innocent children."
"Yes, and we can't solve it on an empty stomach," she shrugged, pushing on the wood. "And this place is empty. We've handled the few goons here, and now we move on."
"Is it really that simple to you?" Steve huffed, crossing his arms as he turned to her.
"If by simple you mean the practiced next step, then yes. It is," she nodded with no hesitance, even with his stern glare fixed on her.
"You're impossible to-"
"Shhh," she hushed, raising her hand and slightly turning her head.
Steve knew better to question her when she did that. Her hearing was better than his most of the time. Her enhancements weren't far from his own, but sometimes they proved to be even more sensitive than his.
He mouthed a "What?" and she shook her head as a hint to hold on. A few moments passed before she shook her head and returned to reality.
"False alarm," she turned, looking at the only door in and out of the attic. "Help me tie these assholes up, and then we're getting dinner."
"Y/N," Steve started, but she ignored him and searched for rope or anything of length to keep them secure.
Three men tied up with both electric chords and Christmas lights were still unconscious as Steve called in the clean-up crew that was there minutes after Y/N and Steve were in the front of the church, giving a quick rundown of their mission.
"It was a 50/50 shot, Cap. Can't get too hung up on it," Rodney, one of the agents who had been working on the case with them, assured.
"Doesn't make it any less frustrating," Steve sighed before grunting at the pressure hitting his chest. He looked down to see Y/N holding a pile of clothes on his sternum.
"Change. We have a date," She grinned, already in street clothes herself.
He gave her a once over and noticed the small grin on Rodney's lips before he quickly walked away.
"Y/L/N!" Steve yelled after her as she turned and was already moving on to her next task. He groaned and slumped as he looked at the jeans and baseball Henley picked out for him. A hat and sunglasses paired on top.
"Why are we here?" Steve grumbled under his breath as they sat in a booth at the Mediterranian restaurant that looked family-owned but had the ambiance of a well-off family—the two fit in a way that raised a few questions.
He wasn't sure how she had managed to drag him there, but either way, he was there, and something about Y/N orchestrating this entire meal left him confused.
"I haven't had a full meal since last night," she answered, staring at the menu before grabbing the waitress's attention as she balanced two plates in hand. "Can we get the drink menu, please?"
"I'll grab it on my way back," she smiled kindly, her voice accented with a Grecian tongue.
"Thank you," Y/N smiled back kindly and went back to the menu. "I heard their Sangria is amazing. And it's homemade."
"Y/N," Steve ground through his teeth. He was fed up with this side quest that served no purpose. "What are we doing here?" he articulated each word.
"Jeez, Cap. Get the popsicle stick out of your ass and relax some. We're just having dinner and waiting for the show," she responded, putting the plastic-covered menu down and throwing her arm over her side of the booth.
"What show-"
"Drinks?" a teenage boy who looked to be one of the owners' kids begrudgingly asked for their orders.
"I'll take water for now, and this one will have a double scotch neat to help ease his never-leaving glower," she smiled up at the kid, who just blinked at her, and Steve burned holes in her head from the side. "Water. We'll both do water."
"Right…" the kid grumbled, not bothering to write the order as he stalked off.
"You said this had to do with the case. That's the only reason I'm here," Steve intertwined his hands on the table and took a breath as he watched her. In truth, she had vaguely mentioned something about the case, and he ran with that one bullet point, which put him in this position.
"Tell me. How does one sign up to gain your trust? Do I have to jump in the line of fire a second time to get it, or is it like whoever gets your coffee order right without asking? Maybe something in between there?" she leaned forward on the table.
Six months ago, Y/N had jumped in front of a blast from a mutant's powers for Steve, and it had benched her for over a week with the aftereffects.
He hadn't expected her to make that kind of sacrifice, and he had been more than grateful and did his best to show it during her healing time and afterward. But at the end of the day, her snarky comments, struggle to stay professional, and blatant disregard for orders made it hard for him not to be aggravated when she did things.
"It's not trust as much as it's being out of the know for what the real reason for us being here is," he softly said when she looked at him with eyes that seemed to genuinely want to know why he treated her with little patience where he normally gave it freely. "I like to be informed."
She watched his eyes closely as if waiting for the but, but then she tensed ever so slightly, and her eyes flicked behind his shoulder casually.
"That's also known as trust. Not knowing the reasons but counting on the person putting you in the position that they wouldn't do it with ill intent. But if you want your answer, it's behind you. Careful how you turn," she said with a straight face as she looked out the window next to them.
Steve furrowed his eyebrow but discreetly twisted enough to see what she was alluding to.
There he was. Ivan Masgood. With four bodyguards around him and a few associates coming through the back entrance, one of the employees ushered him to a secluded corner for him and his posse.
When Steve turned back around, Y/N was on her phone as if just another customer waiting for their meal.
"How'd you-?"
"I'm good at my job despite what some think." Her comment wasn't missed by Steve, and he could hear the slightest bit of pain in her words. "I overheard some of his goons talking not so confidentially at the church. He stupidly gave away their Randevu point and mentioned a meeting with a potential contact while they waited for us to fall for the trap."
"Was it the two at the front door?" Steve questioned, thinking back to their infiltration of the church/ hideout.
"Yeah, dumb and dumber. I think they just got promoted cause the one who leaked this info bragged about being moved to guard his private residence." She put her phone away and fiddled with the paper wrapper from the straw as she explained. "I can promise if they figure out how we got the intel to come here, he will not be guarding any residence in the near future."
Steve was a little surprised. Y/N had always been good at her job. Hell, there was a reason she ran with The Avengers themselves. Super enhancements helped, but she'd always been more than resourceful in her spying, too.
But sometimes, he didn't see her as taking her job seriously, so when she got the jump on things before him, he felt bad for undermining her.
He monitored the place now that it was a possible environment for a fight. Taking note of the details like exits, number of people, tables, resources, and make-shift weapons if needed.
"Have you contacted Rodney?" he asked as he casually surveyed the place.
"Just messaged. They'll have a team a block away to go if needed," she nodded. "For now, we eat," she smiled overly brightly as the waiter came back over with their drinks.
They ordered, but Steve got the smallest appetizer only to make it less conspicuous as customers.
"Eagle's leaving the nest," Y/N hummed as she ate the last bite of her meal, and the group they had been monitoring walked toward the back alley.
Steve shifted in his seat just enough to see the exit, and they both nodded in confirmation of their next move. Y/N slapped down a wad of cash and shuffled out of the booth where Steve offered his hand, and they left out the front.
For the second time that day, Steve watched as a blade whirled past him, but this time, it implanted itself into the tire of an SUV in the back alley, followed by a loud pop.
The assailants hoping to make a getaway were out of a car now, and Steve had taken the advantage to knee the driver's side door where the man halfway in it ricocheted his head off the frame and collapsed on the ground.
"On your left!" Y/N shouted as she rangled her own opponent, and Steve noticed another one of Masgood's men escaping.
Not wanting to lose his position since Masgood himself was still in the car he had cornered, he angled and calculated the right throw for his shield to take him down. And with the right aim…
"Fuck!" the man shouted before falling down to the concrete seconds after getting smacked in the temple with the vibranuim disc.
Steve turned after hearing Y/N grunt and saw that two of her attackers had cornered her and were getting a jump on her.
"Y/L/N!" he shouted, stepping her way, but she used another man's body as if a wall and walked her feet up his torso until she was backflipping and rendering them both helpless instantly.
"Rogers, Masgood!" she panted once back on her feet and pointed behind him.
Masgood had pulled out the other side of the car and was positioning a gun right at Steve. Everything happened so fast that Steve didn't know where the gunshot had landed after he ducked from the barrel.
A scream followed, and thinking his aim hit someone else, Steve looked around for the injured only to see Masgood holding his shoulder where the butt of a blade was jutting out.
"You fucking bitch!" Masgood turned his attention to Y/N, who had been smiling at her shot. He dropped quickly to grab the gun that fell out of his grip, but before he could get to it, Steve slid over the hood and tackled him.
"That's no way to speak to a lady," Steve gritted out as he pinned him to the ground and brought his hands around his back.
Any of Masgood's men that may have escaped the narrow alley had been caught by the backup team Y/N had set up a block away. By the time the fight was over, eight men were already in custody, and Masgood was locked in a contained SHIELD van.
After going through a briefing with Rodney, who had been instructing the team outside the alley, Steve and Y/N finally took a minute to breathe.
"Thanks for packing my shield," Steve said kindly as they moved to their SUV.
"Didn't want to have you fighting without your comfort item," she smiled but winced as she rolled her shoulder.
"You ok?" he stopped in his tracks, moving in front of her to keep her from going any further.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, moving her shirt sleeve and looking at her arm for the wound. "Just a scratch."
Steve didn't hesitate to shift the long sleeve to see the cut in the fabric and the blood that had soaked through it.
"You were supposed to get checked by the medics," he studied the injury, and she hissed at the pressure of his gentle touch, which was enough to sting.
"It's nothing a bandaid can't fix. Besides, it'll be a scar come morning," she tried to brush his hand off, but he gave her a stern look at the action. "Why are you so worried? I figured you could care less if I walked out with a katana protruding from my gut."
Her eyes refused to meet his, and he hated the feeling that overcame him at the idea that she thought he wouldn't be phased by something like that.
"That's not true," he said gently, his hand loosened its grip but didn't leave her arm.
"You sure as hell don't act any other way," she mumbled, looking at his hand and placing her own on his to try and remove it. "Seriously. You don't have to act like you care just cause you feel bad-"
"Y/N, I'm not acting," he turned her face to his, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger. "I would never wish to see you hurt."
She didn't fight the hold he had her in, but she gave him weary eyes at his comment.
"Your words tell me otherwise, Steve." Her words were said with a form of hurt that he never pictured her holding.
"I'm sorry," he lowered his head every so slightly to catch her eye line better. "I'm sorry that I'm a hardass around you and make you feel like I'd rather see you hurt or injured than alive and well."
"I don't understand what I've done to-" she started and pulled her head back before he, without thought, pulled her arm he had a grip on into him, making her body crash into his.
She froze initially, but when his arms wrapped around her back, he rested his head on her. She sighed and fell into it. She needed that hug more than he realized.
"You get on my nerves, Y/L/N, but it's not in a way that I'd wish never to experience it again. I act like I can't stand it, but truthfully, I need someone to keep me in check the way you do," he muttered as he rested his chin on her head. "I'm sorry I don't give you the benefit of the doubt where you deserve it most."
"Why?" she mumbled into his chest.
"Honestly?" he hummed, pulling her back and looking at her still in his embrace. "I think it scares me how much I actually care when you drive me as crazy as you do."
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned her head at him.
"What do you mean, Rogers?" she said in almost a whisper.
"I mean, I can't wrap my head around how you constantly get on my nerves, but I like it."
There was a pause as they stared at each other, and her lips slowly curved.
"Steve. Are you confessing that you may actually like me?" she grinned.
He chuckled under his breath, making his chest vibrate.
"I'm confessing that we may have some things to figure out, I guess," he nodded, not feeling hesitant at surprisingly admitting that.
"Well, isn't that a 180 from how we started the day," she laughed, pulling back. "How about we stop for a sweet treat for this discussion that I'm definitely pulling you into when we get to the compound?"
"Am I going to regret confessing this?" he scrunched his nose but couldn't help the smile that followed.
"It's me. What do you think?" she shrugged, moving toward the SUV passenger side.
"Good to know our ways aren't changing much," he sighed, following behind her to open her door.
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On my nerves. (Steve Rogers One-shot)
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Summary: Y/N and Steve have a complex relationship. On a busted mission, some conversation pieces come up that need to be solved.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Avenger)
Word Count: 3100+
A/N: I did a small poll on who I should write for next, and I got an even amount of votes, so I decided on Steve! I haven't written for him for a long time and thought it was deserved this long in. So enjoy these fluffy enemies to semi-lovers one-shot :)
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Steve watched, as if in slow-mo, as a knife passed his face and embedded itself into the chest cavity of a man close to getting the jump on him.
"So much for having this mission in the bag, huh?" Y/N's sly comment followed as she jumped from a banister down to the level Steve was on in the attic of an old church.
"The rule was no killing," Steve grunted in frustration as the man he had grasped by the neck fainted, and he tossed him to the side.
"Yeah, well, someone was going to die, and it was either him or the person who's supposed to be running this mission. You should be grateful I didn't choose the second option," she smirked, straightening her tactical vest as she scanned their surroundings. "What's the update?"
Steve could have reprimanded her more, as he was used to doing, but they were on a time crunch, and the men they were sent to take in under SHIELD's order hadn't gotten the memo of no killing.
"Masgood isn't here," he sighed, swiftly anchoring his shield to his back. "He must have gotten word we were coming and staged the place to look like he'd be here."
"Yeah, it seems to be his MO," Y/N sighed, bending as she dug through the pockets of the unconscious assailant.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking the body for clues, duh," she replied with a tone of disinterest. She paused, looking up at Steve. "I know this isn't your first rodeo, so why are you acting like it?" One of her forearms rested on her knee as she squatted over the body and dug through his pockets unbothered.
Steve rolled his eyes and shifted on his feet as look at the space. "Something feels off about all this."
"When does it not? We chase bad guys with evil and sadistic intentions as our career. I'd be worried if it felt right," she grunted softly as she stood up and moved to another body.
Steve moved to a window off to the side and looked at the street and environment below for any more clues.
Their target was a man in charge of a large human trafficking ring. Ivan Masgood. An infamous drug lord who started poking around in a new field of illegal activities. Like most felons, he had personal goons and connections that kept him close to untouchable, but SHIELD had plans to shut that down now that he was tapping into the stealing of innocent adolescents from the streets.
"I say we tie these idiots up for the agents that'll come clean up this mess and make our way to the restaurant down a few blocks. Looks like a good Mediterranean place," she sighed, walking over and leaning against a pillar behind the window where Steve was monitoring pedestrians.
Steve turned to her with an annoyed face, one that was a staple for their duo and eyed her.
"We're on a job. A job that involves a man who is taking advantage of innocent children."
"Yes, and we can't solve it on an empty stomach," she shrugged, pushing on the wood. "And this place is empty. We've handled the few goons here, and now we move on."
"Is it really that simple to you?" Steve huffed, crossing his arms as he turned to her.
"If by simple you mean the practiced next step, then yes. It is," she nodded with no hesitance, even with his stern glare fixed on her.
"You're impossible to-"
"Shhh," she hushed, raising her hand and slightly turning her head.
Steve knew better to question her when she did that. Her hearing was better than his most of the time. Her enhancements weren't far from his own, but sometimes they proved to be even more sensitive than his.
He mouthed a "What?" and she shook her head as a hint to hold on. A few moments passed before she shook her head and returned to reality.
"False alarm," she turned, looking at the only door in and out of the attic. "Help me tie these assholes up, and then we're getting dinner."
"Y/N," Steve started, but she ignored him and searched for rope or anything of length to keep them secure.
Three men tied up with both electric chords and Christmas lights were still unconscious as Steve called in the clean-up crew that was there minutes after Y/N and Steve were in the front of the church, giving a quick rundown of their mission.
"It was a 50/50 shot, Cap. Can't get too hung up on it," Rodney, one of the agents who had been working on the case with them, assured.
"Doesn't make it any less frustrating," Steve sighed before grunting at the pressure hitting his chest. He looked down to see Y/N holding a pile of clothes on his sternum.
"Change. We have a date," She grinned, already in street clothes herself.
He gave her a once over and noticed the small grin on Rodney's lips before he quickly walked away.
"Y/L/N!" Steve yelled after her as she turned and was already moving on to her next task. He groaned and slumped as he looked at the jeans and baseball Henley picked out for him. A hat and sunglasses paired on top.
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"Why are we here?" Steve grumbled under his breath as they sat in a booth at the Mediterranian restaurant that looked family-owned but had the ambiance of a well-off family—the two fit in a way that raised a few questions.
He wasn't sure how she had managed to drag him there, but either way, he was there, and something about Y/N orchestrating this entire meal left him confused.
"I haven't had a full meal since last night," she answered, staring at the menu before grabbing the waitress's attention as she balanced two plates in hand. "Can we get the drink menu, please?"
"I'll grab it on my way back," she smiled kindly, her voice accented with a Grecian tongue.
"Thank you," Y/N smiled back kindly and went back to the menu. "I heard their Sangria is amazing. And it's homemade."
"Y/N," Steve ground through his teeth. He was fed up with this side quest that served no purpose. "What are we doing here?" he articulated each word.
"Jeez, Cap. Get the popsicle stick out of your ass and relax some. We're just having dinner and waiting for the show," she responded, putting the plastic-covered menu down and throwing her arm over her side of the booth.
"What show-"
"Drinks?" a teenage boy who looked to be one of the owners' kids begrudgingly asked for their orders.
"I'll take water for now, and this one will have a double scotch neat to help ease his never-leaving glower," she smiled up at the kid, who just blinked at her, and Steve burned holes in her head from the side. "Water. We'll both do water."
"Right…" the kid grumbled, not bothering to write the order as he stalked off.
"You said this had to do with the case. That's the only reason I'm here," Steve intertwined his hands on the table and took a breath as he watched her. In truth, she had vaguely mentioned something about the case, and he ran with that one bullet point, which put him in this position.
"Tell me. How does one sign up to gain your trust? Do I have to jump in the line of fire a second time to get it, or is it like whoever gets your coffee order right without asking? Maybe something in between there?" she leaned forward on the table.
Six months ago, Y/N had jumped in front of a blast from a mutant's powers for Steve, and it had benched her for over a week with the aftereffects.
He hadn't expected her to make that kind of sacrifice, and he had been more than grateful and did his best to show it during her healing time and afterward. But at the end of the day, her snarky comments, struggle to stay professional, and blatant disregard for orders made it hard for him not to be aggravated when she did things.
"It's not trust as much as it's being out of the know for what the real reason for us being here is," he softly said when she looked at him with eyes that seemed to genuinely want to know why he treated her with little patience where he normally gave it freely. "I like to be informed."
She watched his eyes closely as if waiting for the but, but then she tensed ever so slightly, and her eyes flicked behind his shoulder casually.
"That's also known as trust. Not knowing the reasons but counting on the person putting you in the position that they wouldn't do it with ill intent. But if you want your answer, it's behind you. Careful how you turn," she said with a straight face as she looked out the window next to them.
Steve furrowed his eyebrow but discreetly twisted enough to see what she was alluding to.
There he was. Ivan Masgood. With four bodyguards around him and a few associates coming through the back entrance, one of the employees ushered him to a secluded corner for him and his posse.
When Steve turned back around, Y/N was on her phone as if just another customer waiting for their meal.
"How'd you-?"
"I'm good at my job despite what some think." Her comment wasn't missed by Steve, and he could hear the slightest bit of pain in her words. "I overheard some of his goons talking not so confidentially at the church. He stupidly gave away their Randevu point and mentioned a meeting with a potential contact while they waited for us to fall for the trap."
"Was it the two at the front door?" Steve questioned, thinking back to their infiltration of the church/ hideout.
"Yeah, dumb and dumber. I think they just got promoted cause the one who leaked this info bragged about being moved to guard his private residence." She put her phone away and fiddled with the paper wrapper from the straw as she explained. "I can promise if they figure out how we got the intel to come here, he will not be guarding any residence in the near future."
Steve was a little surprised. Y/N had always been good at her job. Hell, there was a reason she ran with The Avengers themselves. Super enhancements helped, but she'd always been more than resourceful in her spying, too.
But sometimes, he didn't see her as taking her job seriously, so when she got the jump on things before him, he felt bad for undermining her.
He monitored the place now that it was a possible environment for a fight. Taking note of the details like exits, number of people, tables, resources, and make-shift weapons if needed.
"Have you contacted Rodney?" he asked as he casually surveyed the place.
"Just messaged. They'll have a team a block away to go if needed," she nodded. "For now, we eat," she smiled overly brightly as the waiter came back over with their drinks.
They ordered, but Steve got the smallest appetizer only to make it less conspicuous as customers.
"Eagle's leaving the nest," Y/N hummed as she ate the last bite of her meal, and the group they had been monitoring walked toward the back alley.
Steve shifted in his seat just enough to see the exit, and they both nodded in confirmation of their next move. Y/N slapped down a wad of cash and shuffled out of the booth where Steve offered his hand, and they left out the front.
For the second time that day, Steve watched as a blade whirled past him, but this time, it implanted itself into the tire of an SUV in the back alley, followed by a loud pop.
The assailants hoping to make a getaway were out of a car now, and Steve had taken the advantage to knee the driver's side door where the man halfway in it, ricocheted his head off the frame and collapsed on the ground.
"On your left!" Y/N shouted as she rangled her own opponent, and Steve noticed another one of Masgood's men escaping.
Not wanting to lose his position since Masgood himself was still in the car he had cornered, he angled and calculated the right throw for his shield to take him down. And with the right aim…
"Fuck!" the man shouted before falling down to the concrete seconds after getting smacked in the temple with the vibranuim disc.
Steve turned after hearing Y/N grunt and saw that two of her attackers had cornered her and were getting a jump on her.
"Y/L/N!" he shouted, stepping her way, but she used another man's body as if a wall and walked her feet up his torso until she was backflipping and rendering them both helpless instantly.
"Rogers, Masgood!" she panted once back on her feet and pointed behind him.
Masgood had pulled out the other side of the car and was positioning a gun right at Steve. Everything happened so fast that Steve didn't know where the gunshot had landed after he ducked from the barrel.
A scream followed, and thinking his aim hit someone else, Steve looked around for the injured only to see Masgood holding his shoulder where the butt of a blade was jutting out.
"You fucking bitch!" Masgood turned his attention to Y/N, who had been smiling at her shot. He dropped quickly to grab the gun that fell out of his grip, but before he could get to it, Steve slid over the hood and tackled him.
"That's no way to speak to a lady," Steve gritted out as he pinned him to the ground and brought his hands around his back.
Any of Masgood's men that may have escaped the narrow alley had been caught by the backup team Y/N had set up a block away. By the time the fight was over, eight men were already in custody, and Masgood was locked in a contained SHIELD van.
After going through a briefing with Rodney, who had been instructing the team outside the alley, Steve and Y/N finally took a minute to breathe.
"Thanks for packing my shield," Steve said kindly as they moved to their SUV.
"Didn't want to have you fighting without your comfort item," she smiled but winced as she rolled her shoulder.
"You ok?" he stopped in his tracks, moving in front of her to keep her from going any further.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, moving her shirt sleeve and looking at her arm for the wound. "Just a scratch."
Steve didn't hesitate to shift the long sleeve to see the cut in the fabric and the blood that had soaked through it.
"You were supposed to get checked by the medics," he studied the injury, and she hissed at the pressure of his gentle touch, which was enough to sting.
"It's nothing a bandaid can't fix. Besides, it'll be a scar come morning," she tried to brush his hand off, but he gave her a stern look at the action. "Why are you so worried? I figured you could care less if I walked out with a katana protruding from my gut."
Her eyes refused to meet his, and he hated the feeling that overcame him at the idea that she thought he wouldn't be phased by something like that.
"That's not true," he said gently, his hand loosened its grip but didn't leave her arm.
"You sure as hell don't act any other way," she mumbled, looking at his hand and placing her own on his to try and remove it. "Seriously. You don't have to act like you care just cause you feel bad-"
"Y/N, I'm not acting," he turned her face to his, gripping her chin between his thumb and index finger. "I would never wish to see you hurt."
She didn't fight the hold he had her in, but she gave him weary eyes at his comment.
"Your words tell me otherwise, Steve." Her words were said with a form of hurt that he never pictured her holding.
"I'm sorry," he lowered his head every so slightly to catch her eye line better. "I'm sorry that I'm a hardass around you and make you feel like I'd rather see you hurt or injured than alive and well."
"I don't understand what I've done to-" she started and pulled her head back before he, without thought, pulled her arm he had a grip on into him, making her body crash into his.
She froze initially, but when his arms wrapped around her back, he rested his head on her. She sighed and fell into it. She needed that hug more than he realized.
"You get on my nerves, Y/L/N, but it's not in a way that I'd wish never to experience it again. I act like I can't stand it, but truthfully, I need someone to keep me in check the way you do," he muttered as he rested his chin on her head. "I'm sorry I don't give you the benefit of the doubt where you deserve it most."
"Why?" she mumbled into his chest.
"Honestly?" he hummed, pulling her back and looking at her still in his embrace. "I think it scares me how much I actually care when you drive me as crazy as you do."
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she turned her head at him.
"What do you mean, Rogers?" she said in almost a whisper.
"I mean, I can't wrap my head around how you constantly get on my nerves, but I like it."
There was a pause as they stared at each other, and her lips slowly curved.
"Steve. Are you confessing that you may actually like me?" she grinned.
He chuckled under his breath, making his chest vibrate.
"I'm confessing that we may have some things to figure out, I guess," he nodded, not feeling hesitant at surprisingly admitting that.
"Well, isn't that a 180 from how we started the day," she laughed, pulling back. "How about we stop for a sweet treat for this discussion that I'm definitely pulling you into when we get to the compound?"
"Am I going to regret confessing this?" he scrunched his nose but couldn't help the smile that followed.
"It's me. What do you think?" she shrugged, moving toward the SUV passenger side.
"Good to know our ways aren't changing much," he sighed, following behind her to open her door.
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another edited one, and I don’t think I have revised this since I wrote it 3 years ago 😅
Hold Still. (Drabble Challenge)
#81 Dean “Hold Still.”
A/N: For the anon who sent this, I hope you see it and enjoy it! Thanks for sending it in, I really liked writing this:) (The characters written about, are not my own. Copyright goes to Supernatural and Warner Brothers.)
Word Count: 1400+
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“Mother Fuc-!" 
"Did you hear that?” Dean asked Sam, hearing the muffled chaos coming from down the hall.
“Hear what?” Sam said, wholly absorbed in his research on a possible case before him.
“That thumping sound- You didn’t hear it?” he questioned, turning his body toward the direction of the noise. 
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Motivation for a One-Shot, pleaseee
I want to write a one-shot and have a ton of prompts to use, but I need yall's advice!
Who would you prefer a story on?
-Bucky Barnes
-Steve Rogers
-Dean Winchester
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Just went through and revised this some! Damn, I didn't realize how many grammatical errors it had...
Hopefully, I can scrounge up enough energy for a new one-shot sometime soon :)
He’s not completely useless. (One-Shot)
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Summary: Bucky and Y/N don’t really get along great, but even the quick witted comments can’t hide what’s really going on. A mission gone awry proves that maybe there is more in common to the two than they like to admit.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Enemies to fluff)
Word Count: 4700+
A/N: Ok, I was watching BB99 (as I do) and came across a quote that I could not stop laughing at and had to put it into a one-shot. However! This one really got away from me. At first it was just going to be quick witted and funny, but turned sentimental and fluffy at the end. So please enjoy and PLEASE ALWAYS tell me what you think!! xoxox
Prompt: “He’s not completely useless… He can be used as a bad example.”
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“OK, our entry point is on the northeast side of the ship. We still haven’t been scouted, but as soon as we make contact, don’t be surprised if our chances of going in quietly get corrupted,” Steve briefed the team. 
The mission consisted of intel on resources of enhanced beings that were being used for evil agendas. What’s new? Long story short, they needed to get their hands on the information and wipe it from the bad guys inside. 
“Nat, you’re going to get into the intel base and work on getting the information to our hard drive and wiping it from theirs.” She nodded her head in agreement. “Clint, you’re her backup. The place is crawling with its own backup. So, in order for her to get what she needs, I need you to make sure no one gets the jump on her.”
“You make it sound like they’d even have the opportunity to,” Y/N shrugged and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed in front of her. Nat and she shared a casual high-five before Steve continued. 
“Better safe than sorry. Plus, this way, Nat can worry just about getting the intel and not being shot at,” Steve added, placing his hands on his belt buckle. Classic Stevie. 
“Where do you need me?” Wanda asked. 
“You’re with me. We’re on ground control. Sam is taking to the sky to keep an eye on from above. And, Y/N.”
“Yes, my sweet Iced Americano?” she fluttered her eyelashes for extra effect, but he was used to it and didn’t blink an eye. 
However, Bucky was scoffing loudly behind her, making sure she heard his never-ending annoyance with her personality. 
“You’ll be on the ground with me and Wanda, but I want you on the opposite side of the deck to survey before meeting us. From what we’ve gathered, we have about 150 men on this thing,” Steve continued his pep talk as a blueprint of the ship came up on the projector behind him. “The goal is to get in and out without being seen, so try and keep it quiet. I know that may not be the case, so if the tides turn, get out of there and get back to the hovercraft. Got it?”
“What about me?” Bucky spoke up, sending the blonde a questioning look. 
“You’re not even assigned to this mission,” Y/N answered without turning to him, feeling the glare from the blue eyes that sat behind her. 
“Then why am I on this jet?” he retorted mockingly.
“You walked on here and refused to get off,” Steve said, sending him a deadpan look. “Even though you just got back from a mission last night with a major concussion and bruised ribs.” 
“Yeah, you’re useless,” Sam spoke up, making Y/N burst out a single loud laugh. 
“I’m not useless. Just cause I can’t be on the ground doesn’t mean I can’t help,” Bucky bickered, crossing his arms across his chest and falling back in his seat in a huff. 
“Yeah, come on, guys. Give him some credit,” Y/N said with over-dramatic, pouty lips. “He’s not completely useless…”
“I don’t like this…” Bucky looked at her with concern that his nemesis was taking his side. Everyone shared the same look of confusion. 
Looking back at Steve, her previous pout formed into a snarky smirk. 
“He can be used as a bad example. How about that?” she twisted in her chair. 
“You’re a little-” Bucky sat up, slamming his hand on the table. 
“You guys…” Nat groaned. 
“Here we go again,” Clint rolled his eyes. 
“Please. Continue your sentence,” Y/N matched his tone, turning inches closer to his face. 
“Please, don’t.” Steve cut them off. “Both of you cut it out. I don’t understand why you always sit next to each other when you are constantly on the brink of cutting the other’s throat.” His hand slid down his face in frustration. 
“It’s because we want to slit the other’s throats that we sit next to each other,” Y/N emphasized, never breaking eye contact with the trained killer in front of her. “Makes it easier when you don’t have to jump across a table to make the move.”
“As if you would be fast enough,” Bucky copied her playful smirk that was anything but playful.
“I urge you to test that assumption at your earliest convenience…. Sarge.”
The entire group let out a shared groan at the bantering that was 24/7. 
“Either follow through with your threat or sleep together already. We’re tired of the whole facade that you guys hate the other,” Nat rolled her eyes as she took her feet off the table. 
“I’d never!” Y/N shouted in a rage. 
“Not even if she was the last person on earth,” Bucky said right after. 
“If I were the last person on earth, you wouldn’t have that issue, would you?” Y/N retorted with a bitchface, always having to get the last word in. 
Preparing for yet another comeback that would most likely backfire, Bucky opened his mouth before he was instantly cut off. 
“Enough. We don’t have time for this!” Steve said sternly. “We’re out in the next 10 minutes. Suit up and get to your positions. Bucky, you stay up here and stay on comms. You’re going to be our direction coordinator. Keeps us out of people’s views and helps Nat navigate through the levels to get where she needs to be. Got it?” 
Everyone nodded or answered back in agreement before splitting up and going to get ready. Of course, Bucky couldn’t let her go without a swift kick to Y/N’s chair that made her jut forward as she stood. Turning back to give him the signal of slitting his throat with her middle finger before walking away. 
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“Wanda and I are clear,” Steve announced in the comms. “Just waiting for word back from Nat. Barton? Romanoff? What’s your ETA?”
“Working on it, Cap. This system isn’t as easy as we were hoping. Lots of firewalls and security systems I’m having to break through,” she answered back. 
“No chance of having to fight off anyone yet?” Sam asked. 
“No, surprisingly, we haven’t been caught,” Nat said with shock. 
“Spoke too soon,” Barton came through. “I’ve been made, and it looks like we aren’t the only ones with walkie-talkies in our ears.” 
“Shit!” Y/N was heard from a distance. 
“Y/L/N! You good?” Steve asked, halting as he and Wanda were still in the clear for now. 
“Uh, yeah,” she answered, not too sure. “I’m still breathing, so that’s a win…” There was a pause after she let out a pant and groaned. “Well, for now, at least.” 
Bucky had followed orders up to this point. He had directed everyone to where they needed to be, and they had done well at staying out of the crew’s eyesight until now. Sure, he had a concussion, and when you get a head injury at SHIELD, you’re usually out for the next month or so. 
However, Bucky healed fast, and he never understood why that rule applied to him. I guess he had never really needed to worry about it, as Bruce would always write him off as fine by the next day, but since it had just been last night and he was still technically healing, he shouldn’t be on a mission now. 
But he was seeing in 4K practically, multiple heat signatures start to surround and make their way to where Y/N was. Barton and Nat would be fine. They had each other, but Y/N was about to be drastically outgunned. 
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Bucky ran a hand through his hair as he debated on his next move. 
“Rogers, Maximoff?” He asked in the comms. “Can you guys make it your way to Y/L/N on the other side?” 
“Have a situation ourselves now!” Steve responded in between labored breaths as he punched and kicked his way through the fleet of soldiers. 
“Sam?” Bucky asked. 
“I’m grounded. I won’t get there in time,” Sam answered, also through grunts. 
“How did this go south so quickly?” Bucky moaned as he went to get his tactical gear. 
“Listen, don’t worry about me. I’m fine!” Y/N shouted, but it didn’t sound fine. “Just a small stab to the arm. Nothing horrible.”
“Jesus,” Bucky sighed in defeat. 
“Now’s not the time for sarcasm, Y/L/N!” Steve groaned. 
“Well, sorry for trying to lighten the mood about getting stabbed! Jeez, you try to give people a laugh,” she sighed. 
Bucky looked down from where he was in the helicarrier and saw that she was being pushed into a stairwell with at least eight men coming at her. 
“How come I’m always saving your sorry ass,” he mumbled to himself before jumping the plane and landing into the water right next to the spot she’d be cornered. 
Within a minute, he was already on the boat, headed to where Y/N would have been cornered. 
A few men came out of nowhere and attempted an attack on him, but didn’t stand any sort of chance as he stomped his way to rescue his nemesis. 
Upon reaching for the door handle to crank and make an entrance into the stairwell, it opened, and an exasperated Y/N walked out. 
She raised her arm in defense, and her stance staggered before she realized who it was. 
“Oh, hey,” she casually twirled her knife, which was riddled with blood, and placed it in her holster. “What are you doing down here?”
“There were like ten men that followed you in there. How did you-?”
“No time for questions. There were some men at the bottom of the stairwell, too, and they weren’t too happy with me dropping their friends down there with a knife in their sternum,” she pushed him out of the way and quickly started to redirect them to a new corner outside. “Here. Come on!”
Once she was out of the doorway’s way, she quickly started running along the side railing. 
“The goal is to get to the other side of the boat and help out our team. No sense in having two different fights on different sides of the boats. We can just have one where they are,” she shouted over her shoulder. “Plus, it sounds like a party over there.” She somehow was able to wink back at him. 
Seconds after turning back around, Bucky didn’t prepare for her to drop to her knees and slide as a man came out of a corridor and immediately swung. 
Gracefully out of harm’s way, Bucky took the chance on the man who hadn’t expected him, kicked him in the back of the knees, making them buckle, and threw his head hard into the metal railing next to him. 
“Awe, thanks. You gave a guy a concussion for me,” she swooned, standing up and walking backward as she focused back on the mission. “How’s your concussion, by the way? Does Rogers know that you jumped ship to save my life, or are we waiting for that surprise at the party?” 
“I wouldn’t call beating people up and fighting a legion of evil agents a party,” Bucky said in a low tone as he jogged to catch up with her.
“Really? I would. I mean, considering we do it for a living, it’s better to look at it as a party than a mission. Seems so grey and boring,” she said, making a snoring sound with the last word. 
“You’re annoying,” he shook his head. 
“Annoying? Yes,” she agreed before skillfully taking down yet another surprise attack and, once again, with the poise of a famous gymnast, landing in a perfect position. “Badass? Even more. Admit it. You love the combo.”
“Why are you flirting with me? You’re always trying to push my buttons,” he rolled his eyes, passing her. 
“I figured flirting would push your buttons,” she shrugged, jogging to catch up to him and nudging his shoulder with her own. “How about it, stud?” she batted her eyelashes. 
“Cut it out,” he shoved her away, but not with nearly as much force as he could have. Really, he just was hoping that she didn’t see the slight red tint coming up on his cheeks in the night. “We’re on a mission.”
“Correction. At a party,” she pointed. “And there’s the rest of the guests,” she nodded her way to where Sam, Wanda, and Steve were taking on the last bit of bad guys. “Damn, I guess we missed it. I knew the south side of the boat would be more fun. Should have played rock paper scissors with Wanda.”
Bucky just turned and gave her a confused mixed with concerned face at her disposition of the night. 
“Ow,” she said nonchalantly, looking down at her arm. “Oh, almost forgot about that.”
“Wait, you really got stabbed?” he asked, now worried, looking at the arm she was. But the black tactical suit she was in made it hard to see the damage. It did look really ripped up, though. 
“Why would I joke about that?” she said with a huff as she poked the damage. “Shit. That hurts.”
“You were joking about it, and you joke about everything,” Bucky rolled his eyes, taking the injury in his own hands and carefully moving the cloth away from the cut as much as he could. “And stop poking it.”
“You’re poking it.”
“I’m trying to assess it. That’s different.”
“Poking can be a form of assessment.”
“What are you, five?”
“Actually, six. My birthday was today. Just missed my party too. Bummer.”
“Sure.” He just sent her a dead stare before going back to the cut. 
“It’s fine, Barnes. Leave it alone. Let’s just get the rest of the team and head out,” she tugged her arm away. Her funny mood disappeared almost instantly and went back to passive. 
He furrowed his eyebrows at the change but followed the direction she went to check on the rest of the crew. 
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Everyone was back in the helicarrier and headed back home to call it a night. The team had been sent to the medical part of the ship to be checked and, once cleared, was let go to relax until they got home.
Y/N had been a hard ass, eventually being convinced to get stitches done and then immediately went on her own, not talking to anyone after the mission. 
Something was off, but Bucky couldn’t put a finger on it. He had retraced everything he said and didn’t come up with anything overly passive-aggressive than their usual banter. 
Once back at the compound, everyone went to shower and take care of themselves before a nice late-night movie night. That’s the thing with having this job as long as you did. After a mission like that, a movie night to finish off the night was the best way to decompress sometimes. 
“Where’s Y/L/N?” Bucky asked when he came into the room, and everyone, including Peter Parker, Tony, and Bruce, was also there. 
“She was still in her room last I checked,” Nat shrugged, tucking her feet under her. 
“Bucky, can I talk to you real fast?” Wanda asked, nodding her head to the kitchen. 
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he agreed, following her. 
She made sure the coast was clear before continuing. 
“Listen, I know you and Y/N have your moments,” she started. 
“That’s putting it lightly,” he chuckled deeply. 
“But, well…” she hesitated. 
“Wanda, what’s going on?” he asked. 
She looked back to the den where everyone was and then back at Bucky.“It’s her birthday today,” she said softly. 
“What?” he questioned. “Why didn’t she say anything? Why didn’t anyone say anything?”
“Because no one knows. She has a fake birth date on her records. Her birthday isn’t one she cares to remember. She has some pretty tragic things to pair it with,” Wanda answered. 
Bucky processed it. It had to be pretty fucking bad to change your credentials with SHIELD and not get caught. Clearly, she didn’t want anyone bringing up the date. 
“Why are you telling me this?” Bucky asked, clearing his throat. 
She sent him a soft smile in return. A knowing smile. 
“Cause I know you put on a face, Barnes. You guys bicker and get at each other all the time, but both of you care about the other. Each of you understand pretty well what the oppisite went through,” she crossed her arms in a cozy manner. “She may not be 107, but she had a lot of history like your own. You both bond over it more than you think. You just need to talk.”
“I doubt I’m the first person she would want to see right now. All I do is aggravate her,” he ran a hand through his hair as he shook his head. 
“You both aggravate each other. No lies there,” she huffed out a laugh. “But Bucky, she admires you.”
“Me?” he said in complete shock. 
“I’m not going to say much, just because she’s never really told me, and I’ve found out from other ways… But… With everything you’ve been through, she sees you as strong and resilient. She all but hopes for the same for her, and even though she doesn’t see it, she is that.”
“She’s the most stubborn, hardass fighter of a woman. How can she think I’m strong and resilient?” he continued to shake his head in disbelief. 
“That’s not a question for me. And maybe not a question for now, but I think you should go talk to her,” she motioned her head to the hallway that led to the rooms. 
He followed her eyeline and paused as he thought about what she was getting at. 
“I don’t know.”
“Do or don’t. That’s up to you. I’m just letting you know what’s going on if she’s not going to,” Wanda shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll see you at movie night.” She grabbed a bag of M&M’s next to the potluck of sweets they gathered for nights like this, and headed out. “Or not.” 
Bucky watched the auburn-haired woman’s figure leave the room and tried to rack his brain together. This was a lot of new information for someone who he thought had hated him for at least a year. 
They hadn’t known each other long, but in the short time they had, Y/N’s teasing and quick wit brought out his own, causing the two to have a not really on-purpose arch nemesis type of relationship to the other. 
Sure, he was hard on her and never really showed his soft side or was really ever friendly to her, but he did worry about her. I mean, in most missions, he was always shown she was more than capable of handling herself, but something about imminent danger and her together, rubbed him wrong. 
She was just as capable as Nat at getting out of sticky situations unscathed, and for some reason, he never worried about Nat but always worried about Y/N. 
Maybe there were some underlying emotions for her. He wasn’t exactly sure what, but something lay there. 
Next thing he knew, he was knocking on her door ever so softly for a man with a metal arm. 
“Who is it?” she called out. 
He was going to answer but realized she probably wouldn’t answer the door if she found out it was him. Again, she was probably the last person she would want to see, even if Wanda had tried to convince him otherwise. 
Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe this was taking too far of a jump from where they were. Maybe-
“Usually, when some ask who’s there, the only people who don’t answer are murderers and robbers. Which one are you?” she quirked her head to the side as she opened the door mid-pondering. 
“Neither,” he answered quickly. He raised a bag of Reese’s thins and looked at her weirdly. Or at least it was weird to her because it almost looked nervous. “You weren’t at movie night, so I figured I’d bring you a snack.”
She looked at the bag and then back at him. Her eyebrows pinched together in skepticism. 
“What’d you poison it with?” she asked slowly as she stared at the unopened bag. 
He rolled his eyes. His normal demeanor coming to the forefront.
“I didn’t poison them. I just know they’re your favorite, and I figured you’d want them,” he jutted the bag out further to her. 
She took a second to accept it but eventually did. 
“Thanks…” she dragged out. 
He noticed the stitching on her arm was bleeding through her bandage and also noticed that her hair was wet as if just out from the shower. From the looks of it, she was trying to wrap it back up and was failing. 
“How’s the cut?” he pointed out. 
“Oh, um,” she looked down at it and quickly tried to cover the butchered cleanup she was attempting by shrugging the jacket she had on back up to her shoulder. “It’s fine. It should be healed up in no time.” 
“Not with that kind of care,” he shook his head, pushing into her room without her invitation. 
“Hey!” she shouted, not really fighting him coming in. “You can’t just come barging in here with sweet treats and forcefully-”
“Shut up and let me help,” he said in a normal voice—no actual agitation behind it. 
“This is my room. You can’t tell me to shut up,” she pouted, still trying to hide the arm he was trying to get to. 
“I just did, and I’ll do it again if you don’t sit down and let me fix this,” he rolled his eyes, pushing her toward the couch in her room. “Sit.”
“Or what?” she challenged. Surprisingly, all it took was one death glare reserved specifically for people who wanted to define him. He didn’t usually use it on her like you would think, but when he did, most people didn’t fight him. “Fine. I was tired of standing anyway.”
In silence, he grabbed the pieces from the medical kit sitting on the coffee table next to him and patched up the wound. After some ointment and proper wrapping, she wasn’t going to have as much of an issue sleeping tonight. 
“Why?” was all she asked when he clipped the tape and gently patted it on the gauze. 
“Why, what?” he questioned. 
“Why are you being nice?” she said with one pointed eyebrow. 
“I-I,” he started but quietly stopped. “I figured you didn’t have a great day and thought something as simple as fixing your cut the right way and some candy would help.”
“You’ve never cared if I didn’t have a good day before,” she tilted her head as he avoided eye contact. 
“I’ve never said that.”
“‘You don’t have to. You show it.”
“That’s not true,” he let out a breath. 
She sent him a stern look as if saying, “Really want to fight me on that?” 
“OK, fine. Maybe I act it, but I don’t mean it.” He stood up and put the supplies away.
“Why the change of heart?”
“Wasn’t a change of heart. Change of heart means I had to not care to begin with. I wanted to help,” he tried waving off as he distanced himself some from her. 
She didn’t say anything in return. He could hear the deafening silence from behind him as his back was turned to her, not sure how to handle the situation. He knew it was too much, too fast. 
“I’ll go. I’m sorry,” he said, moving to the door. 
“How’d you figure it out?” 
He froze at that but didn’t turn to look at her. 
“Figure what out?” 
“Don’t act coy. I know, you know,” she let out a bitter laugh. “Wanda told you, didn’t she? She’s the only other person who knows. Not even Nat and her super spying could figure it out if she wanted.”
He paused as he heard her shuffle to the edge of the couch and sit on the arm of it as it let out a squeak. 
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He finally turned back to her. 
“I have my reasons. Reasons to say that making a new day to celebrate my birth is a lot better than trying to make this recurring one of a nightmare more bearable.”
Looking at her, she looked defeated. She was fiddling with the rings on her hand and looking down at the distraction. 
“I get it.”
“How so?” she again asked with a sour laugh. 
“If this day correlates with anything that I know and understand, it’s not one you want to remember but unfortunately are forced to remember… Just like they hoped.”
“Hit it on the head, Sarge,” she nodded after a minute. 
“I’m sorry,” he said eventually. 
“Why? You’re not the one who tortured me until I passed out over and over again every day for ten years. And to be extra evil made me do despicable god-awful things on my birthday just to make sure I really wouldn’t forget,” she looked up with a straight, emotionless face. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“I know. But you deserve an apology.”
“From the people who did it. Not someone who went through the same thing,” she shook her head, looking back down. 
He wasn’t sure if now was the time for the next action he took, but he couldn’t just sit by and watch as she fell into a hole that he knew all too well. One that he brought up and one that he brought attention to. 
Bending in front of her in a squatted position, he forced her hung head to look down at him. 
“You are not what they made you.”
She didn’t break the offered eye contact but instead took the chance to survey his face for any and all tells. 
He meant it. He meant it with all his might. He wanted to believe it for himself. For all she knew, this was something he repeated to himself in the mirror in the morning to get by every day and still had never fully convinced himself. 
But he believed it for her. 
“Why do you have so much faith in me?” she asked. 
“Because if I didn’t have faith in you, I wouldn’t have hope for myself.”
The truth was painfully genuine. He meant every word he had said to bring her out of her despair, and she could tell. She had never expected such reassurance and kindness from a man who was nothing but annoyed and fed up with her ways in the time they knew one another. But this was something else. 
He cleared his throat, realizing the tension that had built in the room, and practically suffocated on it as he stood up. 
“I’ll leave you alone. I understand if you want the night to yourself. It’s been a long day,” he ran a hand over his scruff before quickly moving to the door. 
“Want to watch a movie?” she asked, halting him in his steps. He turned back with a look that asked if she meant it. “I know you’re a Hobbit fan, and I promised a friend of mine I’d watch them to educate myself more on wizards…”
Sam…
“I could use a helpful guide through the fandom. I heard it can be confusing,” she smiled. 
“You’re sure?” he asked, stepping back over to test the waters. 
“I mean, if you want to watch Mean Girls for the thousandth time with the team, you’re more than welcome to, but-”
“No, no,” he waved off. “I’d prefer this a lot more.”
“Great. Go grab those two blankets over there, and I’ll get it started,” she instructed as she grabbed the remote. 
He smiled as he watched her get the couch ready for the movie binge and did as asked. 
“Ok, I guess I lied. Maybe you really aren’t completely useless… Reeses?” she asked once they settled on the couch next to the other, already taking a bite of her second one. 
“Thanks.”
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justkending · 2 months
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IT'S DONE!!
I have finished rewriting all the chapters and epilogue as of today! For those of you patiently waiting for this to be wrapped up, I'm happy with the outcome and am excited to see what you all think.
Two years of growth hopefully made this story closer to what I imagined for it. Enjoy and please don't feel shy to leave comments, as they help me grow and show me things you guys notice :)
xoxoxoxo my loves!
Everest. Masterlist.
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Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Rewritten and finished on 1/27/24!
Background of this Series (please read!)
Prologue              Chapter 11
Chapter 1             Chapter 12
Chapter 2             Chapter 13
Chapter 3             Chapter 14
Chapter 4             Chapter 15
Chapter 5             Chapter 16
Chapter 6              Chapter 17
Chapter 7            Epilogue
Chapter 8             Everest’s House Aesthetic
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Originally finished 11/25/22
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justkending · 3 months
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Ok friends!! I have re-written up to chapter 11, but just have not gone back through and revised 11, so if you do read it, mind the grammatical errors :)
I’ve loved getting back into this plot for this fic and I’m so happy I can modify it after growing in my writing a little more! I hope you all give it a second chance if you have read it already cause it did get changed up for the better. And if you haven’t read it yet, I’d love to see what you think of it!
I’ll be getting a few more chapters rewritten this weekend, so keep watch on the masterlist as we go💞
Everest. Masterlist.
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Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Currently being Rewritten. Last edited: 1/5/24
- I’m writing as I can, but the prologue and chapter one are updated on Wattpad :)
Background of this Series (please read!)
Prologue (Rewritten)             Chapter 11
Chapter 1 (Rewritten)            Chapter 12
Chapter 2 (Rewritten)             Chapter 13
Chapter 3 (Rewritten)            Chapter 14
Chapter 4 (Rewritten)            Chapter 15
Chapter 5 (Rewritten)            Chapter 16
Chapter 6 (Rewritten)             Chapter 17
Chapter 7 (Rewritten)           Epilogue
Chapter 8 (Rewritten)            Everest’s House Aesthetic
Chapter 9 (Rewritten)
Chapter 10 (Rewritten)
Originally finished 11/25/22
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justkending · 4 months
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I’ve gotten the first 5 chapters rewritten (prologue as well of course), and slowly working on chapters as motivation comes along! If you’re reading with each update, thank you for being patient. If you’re diving in and reading without waits for updates, all I can say is… I hope you’re enjoying it though it will be better once I’ve got it all rewritten😂
Happy thanksgiving to all that celebrate! 🦃🧡
Everest. Masterlist.
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Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Currently being Rewritten: 11/3/23
- I’m writing as I can, but the prologue and chapter one are updated on Wattpad :)
Background of this Series (please read!)
Prologue (Rewritten)             Chapter 11
Chapter 1 (Rewritten)            Chapter 12
Chapter 2 (Rewritten)             Chapter 13
Chapter 3 (Rewritten)            Chapter 14
Chapter 4 (Rewritten)            Chapter 15
Chapter 5 (Rewritten)            Chapter 16
Chapter 6             Chapter 17
Chapter 7             Epilogue
Chapter 8             Everest’s House Aesthetic
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Originally finished 11/25/22
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justkending · 5 months
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Alright friends. The next series I’m tackling for rewrite is a story very near and dear to my heart. The Background link explains why and all.
I’m still writing the sequel to Finding Memories, and have gotten a few more chapters in, but I like to go back and fix old writings while doing that to help my creative flow :)
Anyway, if you haven’t read this series or have, know that it’s about to change some! I’ll keep you all updated by adding notes to the masterlist (on the bottom) as I go💚
As always, thank you for your patience and support!!🤍
Everest. Masterlist.
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Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Background of this Series (please read!)
Prologue               Chapter 11
Chapter 1             Chapter 12
Chapter 2             Chapter 13
Chapter 3             Chapter 14
Chapter 4             Chapter 15
Chapter 5             Chapter 16
Chapter 6             Chapter 17
Chapter 7             Epilogue
Chapter 8             Everest’s House Aesthetic
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Finished 11/25/22
Currently being Rewritten: 11/3/23
- I’m writing as I can, but the prologue and chapter one are updated on Wattpad :)
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