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nev3rfound · 1 month ago
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it's already done : b.b
it was a simple arrangement until it got complicated.
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mentions of injuries, angst, fluff.
bet you never thought you'd read from me again, huh? same. but like so many, i got drawn back in post thunderbolts.
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The shirt reeked of perfume and the memories of last night. Laced into the cotton contained decisions you shouldn't have made fading like the scent of rose in the collar.
Besides you, he remains perfectly still. The only movement is his chest rising and falling peacefully, lost in a dream world where the reality of the situation hasn't sunk in yet.
Rubbing your eyes, you force yourself off the bed slowly, feeling the mattress rise at the sudden movement. Glancing over your shoulder, you check to ensure he's asleep and silently sigh in relief.
Picking up your shirt and pants, you slip them on as you tiptoe toward the door, barely allowing yourself a chance to admire the collection of photographs from his past and ornaments he found from his adolescence, now gathering dust.
"You know, sneaking out on a dame in the morning was my move." Freezing at the door, you swear under your breath at his groggy morning voice, hating how your heart began to soar from the interruption of your internal monologue.
"I didn't think you'd notice me leave." You admit, speaking just above a whisper.
Bucky forces himself to sit upright, hair falling in his face, knowing that whilst your back is turned, the small frown on his face can remain.
Turning on your heels, keeping your clothes close to your chest, Bucky sits with the sheets resting on his hips, leaving his chest exposed as a sheen of sweat glistens over it.
"Do you forget I was a soldier, doll?" Bucky breathes out a laugh, noticing a glimpse of a smile cross your lips.
"Sometimes," You shrug. "especially when you're a softie who cuddles in his sleep." A chuckle passes from you, and Bucky glances away. "Anyway, thanks for last night."
Pursing his lips, Bucky fails to find the right words and allows you to slip out from his room once again without saying the truth.
*
With heavy eyes, you try to read over the mission report but the words continue to blur together on the screen.
"Someone had a late night, huh?" Yelena chuckles, raising an eyebrow and catching the slight pink rising up your neck at her comment.
"What can I say?" You shrug, a crass smile briefly on your lips at the thought of last night, and the previous nights before.
Yelena sighs, leaning back in her seat opposite you, crossing her arms in defeat. "I just don't get why you don't date. It's obvious you two have feelings for one another." She states it as fact, resulting in you laughing at such.
"Good joke, Lena." You brush the statement off, missing the look she shares with Ava, now sitting up front in the SUV. "But we get on as friends, and friends who have fun every now and then." Shrugging it off, you return your attention to your screen.
It was an in-and-out mission. Recover some missing files stolen about Sentry, even though Valentina assured they were all burnt, when she conveniently tried to kill you all. A simple mission, only requiring three of you to go and be back in time for Bob's latest cooking conquest.
Turns out, the mission was anything but in-and-out. Instead, you were greeted with a hailstorm of bullets while Ava shifted in and out, taking down the assailants with Yelena, whilst you were tasked with gathering the files in question.
Locating the files was the easy part, but upon retrieving the USB drive Val informed you of, the laptop flashed a timer on the screen, counting down from 30. "Fuck." You mutter, quickly backing away into the eerie silence of the corridor. "Guys?" Yelling, you rush toward the direction of grunts and screams.
Wiping her brow with a gun in hand, Yelena catches the panic setting into your gaze. "What is it?"
"There's a-" Before you could finish the sentence, the explosion sets off, causing the room behind you to implode and the corridor ceiling to shatter into shards around you.
"Y/n!" Yelena's muffled voice calls out, but you're acutely aware of the glass shards now buried into various ligaments, and the ringing in your ears drowning out the pleas from your friend. Dust clouds your vision as heat rises around you. "Back up, medic, any fucking thing!" Her demands begin to fade as your eyes start to close, the weight of it all beginning to settle.
You didn't even say goodbye to Bucky.
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"She's going to wake up, right?" Bob is the first to speak up, seeing you lying unconscious on the stretcher being escorted through the watch tower to the newly sterile med bay. "She'll be fine, of course she will." He assures himself quietly, aware of Bucky's fists clenching and releasing repeatedly.
No one had any answers, no one knew what had happened, no one could tell them anything about your condition or if you were going to pull through. And worst of all, Bucky hadn't been honest with you, and now you might be gone.
He'd never seen you look so fragile, covered in cuts, blood staining your clothes and smoke marking your skin. Even when sharing your deepest secrets together, you held your own, but now, with your eyes closed and lips turned down in pain, he struggles to keep it together.
"Barnes." One of the medics, Simon, calls him to follow.
Quick on his heels, Bucky remains eerily silent, his mind whirring with everything he should've said, every missed opportunity to be more than just friends.
The smell hits him first, the antiseptic and alcohol clings to his senses. "Bucky," Yelena's voice is raspy, she too isn't in the best state, but stable enough to now sit beside your bed.
Now looking down at you, Bucky can feel his heart twist. You've been cleaned up, but he knows you;re in pain, still unconscious. "What have they said?" He cooly asks, now blankly meeting Yelena's gaze.
"They say she's lucky." Trying to compose herself, she sniffles. "No glass penetrated any vital organs, she lost a lot of blood, broken ribs, concussion, potential hearing loss, broken collarbone and right leg." Listing off the injuries, Bucky's eyes scan over your body, how different it was from the one he fell asleep with in his arms last night.
Taking his prolonged silence as the time to leave, Yelena squeezes your hand. "We all love her, Bucky." Yelena states, leaving Bucky with those words as she departs the ward.
Now perched in Yelena's vacant chair, Bucky grasps hold of your limp hand, flinching at the red marks and cuts coating your skin. "Oh, doll," He mumbles. "You're so annoying at times, you know that, right?" An involuntary laugh leaves him. "Look at me, it was meant to be a no-strings-attached arrangement, or whatever you called it." Bucky sighs, running his metal fingers through his hair.
"And here I am, the moment I got the call, I rushed downstairs, demanded answers on what happened. Alexi and John had to reframe me from smashing the place up as no one could answer me." He recalls the events of this morning, how drastically different it was from the moments with you before you left. "Then you came in, and I, I shut down."
Your breathing remains level, starting to hear a muttered one-sided conversation.
"I thought I'd lost you. That I'd never get to be honest about it all, about us." His fingers run over your hand gently. "And all I'd have left of you was one of your bras you left." He breathes out a laugh.
Despite the pain, as you begin to come to your senses, your fingers dance in his palm. "Buck?" Your voice hoarse as you squint at his blue eyes, the relief painted clear as day. "I, I"
"Hey, hey, take it steady," Bucky reassures, offering you a cup of water as he guides it to your lips.
Swallowing the liquid, you sigh. "I'd of at least left you a matching set." A laugh bubbles in your throat, but the pain in your ribs digs in, refusing the motion to take place.
"You are unbelievable." Bucky shakes his head, unable to stop the small smile gracing his lips. "Don't scare me like that again." He brings your palm to his lips, kissing it gently.
"I didn't mean to." The words leave you in a whisper, picturing him in those moments before you were unconscious. All those things you'd never said in fear of rejection, of losing the greatest friend you'd ever known. "We'll be okay, right?"
Bracing yourself with a wince, Bucky simply shuffles closer. His hand now rests on your head, brushing your hair from your face. "We'll be okay. I promise you, doll." Bringing his face to yours, he rests his forehead against yours.
Outside the room, the New Avengers gather, not so subtly eavesdropping. "You owe me thirty bucks, Walker!" Ava claps happily, relishing in John's annoyance.
"I don't know about that; they didn't exactly announce their undying love to one another." John retorts, only to be met with a dumbfounded look from Ava, Yelena and Bob.
"It's pretty obvious, John." Yelena sighs, now shooing everyone out of the doorway before glancing back at her dear friends, relieved they finally got out of the friend zone.
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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PEDRO PASCAL Saturday Night Live | October 21, 2023
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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This right here… is bd!frankie morales
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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It’s the real life 💪🏼 emoji! 🫠
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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I'm so in love with his eye crinkles 🥺❤️✨️
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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Pedro Pascal as Special Agent Ortega in the unaired pilot of The Sixth Gun [PT. 1]
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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by your side : m.h
with time passing, your condition is becoming more of an apparent struggle to cope with. after a particularly hard day, you confide in Miguel about their future together and what it could be.
wc: 771 requested: by a very sweet person, whom I wish brings a sense of comfort during this time warnings: mentions of blindness and losing eyesight
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Opening the door to the apartment, Miguel calls out your name, his ears perking in anticipation of hearing you respond. Strangely, silence follows.
“Carino? You here?” With a sense of urgency, Miguel stalks toward the bedroom, expecting to find you simply curled up with a blanket over you, fast asleep. But as he peers into the bedroom, no one is there to greet him with quiet snores.
Backing out of the bedroom with a heavy sigh, Miguel finds himself checking the other rooms, his heart beating faster with each step. "Y/n? Where are you, baby?" He can hear the desperation in his voice as silence ensues. "Lyla? Where is Y/n?" He asks his AI who appears before him with her head hanging low.
Repeating her name again with confusion, Lyla forces her gaze to meet Miguels. "I'm really sorry Miguel," The AI starts, aware of the rapid pace of his heart only increasing. "Y/n is at HQ, in the medical bay." She explains, and within moments Miguel finds himself back at HQ, stalking the corridors.
"Miguel, I thought you left?" Jessica notices Miguel passing by with his brows furrowed, but the anger not quite meeting his eyes.
"Y/n's in the med bay." Miguel comments, keeping his eyes fixated on the signage in his view, finding his feet moving faster to burst through the doors.
Other Spiders in the room continue working, not daring to bat an eye at the sight of Miguel approaching the only bed with a curtain drawn. With a stoic look, Miguel pulls the curtain back and his shoulders sink upon the sight of you curled up on the bedding with your head buried in your knees.
"Mig?" You quietly speak up, lifting your head up to reveal redness around your eyes. "I'm, I'm really sorry," You start, but Miguel pulls the curtain behind him, allowing you as much privacy as a place like this can provide.
Wrapping his arms around you, Miguel rests his chin on the top of your head, feeling your body tremble. "Did it happen again, mi amor?" He dares question, knowing each day was becoming an increasing struggle.
"Yeah, everything was just a bit too blurry and I didn't see the stairs." Wincing at the memory of being found, you were unable to fully decipher who it was helping you up and to the hospital. Tears rise back to the surface with the memory.
Hushing softly, Miguel moves to sit down on the bed with you. "I've got you, carino." He mutters into your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple before holding you into his embrace.
"I spoke to a Doctor today," You sniff loudly, moving out of Miguel's arms hesitantly. "nothing more, nothing more can be done." Your voice is void of emotion as the words leave your lips, but Miguel can hear your heart breaking.
Your lip begins to tremble as your eyes meet Miguel's, taking in his reaction. "Let's go home." He tells you, helping you out of the hospital bed before generating a portal for you to leave together.
Once home, Miguel helps you to the sofa. "Would you like tea, or something stronger?" He rises to his feet, only to find him tethered to you with a tug of his hand in yours.
"Please don't go." You whimper.
Complying, Miguel sits back down by your side and squeezes your hand in his. "I'm not going anywhere, never." He assures, but there's a look of doubt written in your eyes. "Listen Y/n," It was a rarity to hear him say your name rather than the numerous pet names he has coined for you. "I am going to find a cure for this, I will reverse the effects, understand?" His hand rises to cup your cheek, wiping away stray tears with his thumb.
"What if this is it?" You shrug. "I'll never see our children, I'll be in a world of darkness as voices guide me." You could see the hurt across Miguel's face. "I'm scared." You whisper. "Of what's next, Miggy."
"I know," Miguel nods, now bringing you into his lap. "but I'm here, and I always will be no matter what happens." He assures, peppering your face with kisses. "I promise you Y/n."
Lifting your head up, your lips find his. The kiss is heartfelt, portraying your love and sadness about everything. "You'll help me if I fall?" You whisper into his lips, your eyes remaining closed.
Miguel breathes a laugh. "I'll always be there to catch you, mi amor. No matter what." He tells you, knowing the future is blurred for you both, but he'll never leave your side.
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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it’s actually so offensive that i’m not wrapped up in joel millers arms right now
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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How come your masterlist doesn't actually link to any of the stories?
hi anon! I’m not too sure- on the app there doesn’t seem to be any issues but I know on a laptop/web browser it won’t link (I think there’s too many links on there, but I don’t really have the time rn to make a new masterlist) hope that helps!
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PEDRO PASCAL 💪🏻 | via davidhigginslondon
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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few more hours? : w.m
with wanda heading out on another mission, the pair of you decide to make the most of the night you have (just fluff my friends) 1k wc
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“Are you sure you have to go?” You pout, hearing Wanda chuckle to herself whilst she finishes plating dinner for you both. “I mean, Tony already has Steve with him, does he really need both of you?” You continue with your weak argument, knowing it was futile. 
Turning around with a frown, Wanda places the dishes in front of you both. “Y/n,” She trails off as you lower your gaze, nodding before she can finish her sentence. 
“I know, I know.” You mutter, Wanda squeezes your hand lightly, the cool feeling of her rings into your palms soothing your thoughts temporarily.
“I just miss you when you have to go on these missions, that’s all. They just seem to be more frequent than before.” You shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal of it, especially not tonight. 
Resting her hand on your chin, she lifts your head up to meet her gaze. “Hey,” Sadness tinges her voice as her eyes meet yours. “I’ll be gone for a week, that’s all.” She tries to assert, watching you nod. “But I’m here tonight, so let’s make the most of it, yeah?” 
You smile half-heartedly, unable to stay sad for too long when she’s around. “Alright, I’ll find the facemasks.” Sparing her a kiss, you rush off to find the resources you'll need, leaving Wanda to shake her head at your antics.
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"And you like things like this? Singing and dancing?" Wanda tries to furrow her brows, though the mask sets them in place whilst the film plays on. "I just don't get the appeal, my love." She huffs.
Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from her embrace. "Well, I grew up on these kinds of films, just like you did watching sitcoms, you know?" You explain, yet Wanda still remains unconvinced. "You know, I think I still remember a dance or two," With a smirk, you rise to your feet despite Wanda's protests.
"It's okay, I believe you." She protests, but you simply shake your head and stand alongside the screen as the film comes to the final scene.
"I might be a bit rusty, so don't judge." Wanda squirms at your stretches, and without warning, you start to dance along to the end sequence; evening going as far as to sing along. "-all in this together." Your voice croaks, nothing quite like the in-tune version from the screen.
Standing up, Wanda tugs your hand, bringing you into her lap back on the sofa.
Puffing lightly, your eyes gleam up to her. "So, whatcha think of that?" You ask, trying to hide your growing smile at her evident disdain.
"That was certainly," Wanda pauses. "something." She nudges your side, feeling you squirm beneath her.
"You know, when we first met I thought you were, well, intimidating." Now, looking up into her eyes, all you see is the joy she radiates. To think how far from the truth you originally were. "I'm pretty sure Clint had to force me over to at least say hi." You groan, thinking back to that memory.
Bringing her hand to your cheek, Wanda laughs quietly at that memory. "I remember it a little differently," She shrugs. "but I am glad you did say hi all those years ago, darling." Leaning in, her lips brush over yours sweetly, trying to memorise every movement.
Patting your thigh, you moan in annoyance as she pulls away. "I wanna take this off," She motions to her face, the mask how having cracked in several places. "so we can get back to that."
"I won't argue with you there, babe." You reply, following her into the bathroom.
Returning to the sofa, Wanda opens her arms for you to curl into her embrace as she drapes a blanket over you both. With a hum, you bury your face into her chest, blissfully ignorant to the film having restarted whilst you were out of the room.
Running her fingers through your hair, you're unable to resist the lull of sleep coursing over your eyes.
Sensing you're drifting off, Wanda hums quietly. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought 'How can something be so beautiful in real life'." Reminiscing, Wanda glances down, hearing you snore lightly. "And it's something I still wonder to this day, even if she snores."
The musical continues to play on in the background as Wanda's eyes begin to grow heavy and eventually rests her head on yours, sleep overcoming her.
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Yawning loudly, the warmth across your back causes you to stir. "Wan?" Lifting your head up, you wish your phone was within reach as Wanda's mouth hangs wide open whilst she remains asleep. "Babe, what time is it?"
Without warning, Wanda wakes up on high alert. Such high alert that she shoves you off of her and only realizes at the sound of a thud below her. "Shit, Y/n, you okay?" Quick to help you up, Wanda peppers kisses across your face.
"That's one way to wake up." You respond, reaching for your phone, eyes widening causing Wanda to tense. "Now I don't want to panic you," You trail off, too late to stop Wanda from grabbing your phone.
Swearing profusely, Wanda begins to rush around the room, collecting her belongings. "Tony is going to kill me." Wanda yells, frantically redressing which you have to admit, is an amusing sight.
The redhead furiously flips her hair out of her face with a huff. "Wan, it's fine, I'll text Tony, and say you overslept." You reason, but Wanda shakes her head.
"I'm never going to live this down." She groans loudly, now having gathered her items she hurries back to your side.
Bringing your arms to wrap around her neck, you allow Wanda a moment to catch herself before kissing her. Your lips mold together, a sense of longing interlacing into both of you before you pull away first. "I'm gonna miss you." You admit, resting your forehead against hers.
"You better keep out of trouble 'til I get back, okay?" Wanda jokes, squeezing you tightly, wishing she didn't have to let go.
"I can't make any promises. But stay safe, and keep Tony in line." You add, giving her one last kiss before she rushes for the door, hearing her phone ringing as she departs.
Now standing alone in the absence of Wanda, your gaze catches sight of her hoodie over the back of the sofa.
Picking up the soft fabric, you slip it on over yourself, wrapping your arms tightly before curling back up on the sofa. With a content sigh, you can't help but wish Wanda was the one holding you in her arms, rather than her hoodie.
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nev3rfound · 2 years ago
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when steven has the suit on and rolls up his sleeves to show off his strong forearms>>>
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when steven fixes his suit mid-fight bc he's proper like that>>>
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WHEN STEVEN HAS THE SUIT ON AND TAKES JUST THE MASK OFF>>>
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WHEN MARC IS WEARING THE MR. KNIGHT SUIT AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ACT>>>
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seems legit
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That’s Emmy nominated Pedro Pascal to you. With three personal nominations, including lead actor in The Last of Us, guest actor in SNL and outstanding narrator for Patagonia.
Congratulations to the hardest working man in the industry. 
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