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ENDLESSLY INFURIATED [1]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Story: You hate Bucky Barnes more than anything and are not shy to let everyone know about this. Will things change when Steve convinces you to join him on a fancy night out?

There were not many things that endlessly infuriated you. Bucky Barnes, however, was definitely one of those things. His brooding, quiet self frustrated you to no end, and there was no clear explanation for this, not even to you. He had technically never done anything wrong. Always a gentleman, always polite, always oh-so-willing to sacrifice himself for his friends. Sometimes it seemed that Barnes had decided that he wasn’t supposed to be alive at this point anyway so he might as well rescue others no matter the cost.

“Want some coffee?” Barnes asked when you trudged into the kitchen of the Stark Tower early in the morning.

Unfortunately, Barnes was always the first one up and ready, so whenever you felt motivated to go for a run or workout early in the morning, this good motivation was instantly killed off by Barnes’ presence. “Ugh, no, fuck off,” you groaned.

“Good morning to you too,” said Barnes without a care, pouring some coffee into one cup for himself.

You rolled your eyes, fetching some cereal and milk and thudding down on a high chair at the bar. To your absolute dismay, Barnes joined you at the bar. You stared at him. “What the fuck?”

Barnes raised his eyebrows at you. “Didn’t realize you own this place. Last time I checked I’m free to sit wherever I want.”

You put up your ultimate bitch face. “Fine, dickwad. Just don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me.”

For some reason, it pissed you off possibly even more that Barnes never seemed to care about your blatant verbal aggression toward him. He simply slightly shook his head and took a sip of hot steaming coffee, which admittedly smelled really good. He twirled his cup in his hands, looking relaxed in his grey sweatpants and over-sized white sweater.

Cute, you thought quickly, but you soon pushed that thought very far back in your mind. You finished your breakfast as fast as you could, in absolute silence. Barnes didn’t look at you once nor did he seem to feel the need to start a conversation. In a sense that you despised, breakfast was actually quite peaceful like this. When you were done, you got up to place your used stuff in the dishwasher.

“I can clean up,” Barnes offered, “so you can go on your run.”

You narrowed your eyes and stared at the man with as much hatred as you could gather, violently placing your bowl in the dishwasher and practically throwing the spoon in its holder. Without saying another word, you marched out of the kitchen, where you bounced into Tony. “Oh, good morning, Tony!” you said cheerfully, pressing a kiss on the man’s cheek.

“Mornin’, lovely,” was Tony’s response. He was wiping some sleep out of his eyes, clearly having had a long night. You didn’t quite know what project he was currently working on, but it was fair to say it was robbing him of his sleep. “You’re up early,” he commented.

You nodded, ponytail swinging. “Felt good today. Am going for a run.”

“Alright, love. Have fun.”

“Thanks, thanks. Maybe after I could help you with your project, if you got anything to do for me?”

Tony scratched the scruff on his chin, suppressing a yawn. “Yeah, I might have some things for you to look at later. Thanks for offering. Now go run, kid.” You grinned when he sent a wink in your direction.

Barnes spoke up from the bar, “Have fun, Y/N.”

In reaction to him, you simply raised your middle finger and strolled out of sight.

Running had always simultaneously been your most favorite and least favorite activity. You loathed it because it was often boring, leaving you alone with your thoughts which soon turned into a mentally challenging exercise. You loved it because whenever you felt anxious, you could just run as fast as your legs could carry you and sweat all the anxiety out. Sam’s explanation for this had been that when humans get stressed, their fight or flight reaction gets triggered, because in the good old days stressors were things like wolves. After being confronted with the wolf, you would either be safe or dead, but not anxious. With the stressors of the current society, you can’t run away or fight, leaving you with an uneasy feeling. But running, sometimes, helped you get rid of that feeling.

On top of that, it was a wonderful morning. Not too hot, not too cold, not a cloud to be spotted in the bright blue sky. The nice smell of fresh bread oozing from the bakeries as birds awoke and fluttered through the air. Despite having had breakfast with Barnes, it was a good morning. And it felt like today might be a good day.

You returned to the Stark Tower an hour or so later, when you presumed most of the Avengers had woken up. You happily greeted Elena the receptionist and said hello to some of the security guards, waving cheerfully at James from Human Resources through the glass walls of his department. After a quick stop to send your best wishes at the Youth Centers Tony had set up for children and teenagers in need of books or an internet connection or any form of help, you made your way up to the Avengers headquarters.

Needless to say, you were relieved to find Barnes’ seat empty.

“Y/N!” you were welcomed enthusiastically by Steve, who waved you over to the couch in the living room. All the glass walls, which according to Tony emphasized openness and honesty among the Avengers, made it easy to see whenever someone entered. You made your way over to Steve, moving past Wanda who used some of her red flaring magic to pull you closer to her so she could plant a kiss on the top of your head. Wanda spent most of her time using her magic to fly around the kitchen and living room, simply to annoy the other Avengers that they couldn’t fly. Thor had once started the argument that he could, in fact, fly, but when Wanda had dared to do so without the help of his hammer, his big mouth soon vanished.

Having arrived at the couch, you let yourself fall down, sprawling your legs over Steve’s lap and letting your head rest on Sam’s knees. “What’s up, losers?” you smiled.

“Ew, you stink,” Sam coughed exaggeratedly. He faked trying to push you away from him. “Take a shower before you come poison us!”

“Steve asked me to come here!” you argued.

Steve grinned and patted your shins. “That was before I realized what a sweaty human being you were. Disgusting, Y/N, really—anyway, the reason I asked you over here is because I kind of need you to do me a favor.”

You instantly became suspicious. “Oh no. What?”

“Well, remember that nice new girl that is working for James in Human Resources now?” Steve started with a nervous laugh.

You shot up straight and gently hit Steve against his chest. “You didn’t!”

Steve was laughing, “I did, I did. I asked her out on a date. We’re going out tonight.”

“No way!” you exclaimed excitedly, throwing yourself at the man to hug him. “I’m so happy for you! Lucie is so nice, Steve! The two of you would make such a lovely couple!”

“Alright, calm down there,” Steve lifted you up from him, smiling widely. “Thank you very much for introducing us, though. I owe you one.”

“This is going to be amazing, Steve, I—” you realized suddenly that Steve had started out this conversation stating that he was going to ask for a favor. “Right. I’m very happy for you, but what do you want from me then?”

“Well,” Steve cleared his throat. “When I was asking Lucie out for a date tonight, I might have accidentally, you know, in the heat of the moment, I was very nervous, I might have said that it was going to be a double date... Um, to make it less awkward.”

You stared at him. “To make it less awkward? To make it less awkward you thought it’d be a good idea to invite me?”

Steve put up a broad smile. “Yes?”

You grabbed a pillow and threw it into Captain America’s stupid face. “WHY?” you exclaimed incredulously.

“Because she knows you and she likes you!” Steve defended himself, raising his arms to stop to downfall of more pillows on top of his head. “And somewhere in my rambling I thought it was easier to a group activity than it just being the two of us--”

You emphasized every word with a hit, “you – are – so – dumb!”

“That’s not even all I— damn,” Steve laughed, fighting back to steal the last pillow away from you. He put up his puppy eyes. “Please tell me you’ll come with me. Please. I really like Lucie and I need your help.”

Raising one brow, you marvelled at how Steve was usually such a strategic leader out in the field and yet here he had turned into a begging boy, nervous because he liked a girl. You shortly remembered how Steve hadn’t always been this good-looking and still had a sense of insecurity when it came to his looks and getting girls. “My god. Okay. But that means you owe me twice, Steve.”

Steve attacked you with a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Gosh,” you tapped out on Steve’s back, unable to breathe with him on top of you. When he let you go, he looked so relieved you decided it might actually be worth it to help him out this way. “Right then. Where do I have to be?”

“Down at the reception, at 7? I’ll choose the restaurant and everything. It’s going to be fancy. That’s a warning.”

You glared. “Why do you say that like I am incapable of looking fancy?”

Behind you, Sam barked out a laugh. “Because, sweetheart, you are absolutely gorgeous, but it is an odd day to see you wear anything other than gym clothes. Look at what you’re wearing right now.”

You scoffed indignantly. “I just came back from a run!”

Sam and Steve continued teasing you and making you laugh until you decided that it presumably was time to go for a shower. After cleaning yourself up you stepped into an old pair of jeans and shirt to join Tony in the basement to see if you could help the exhausted man out.

You found Tony lying beneath an old car, sparks flying out of underneath the vehicle as machines were whirring loudly. You kicked Tony’s feet. “Oi!”

The man startled and bumped his head against the car. “Jesus!” he cursed, before rolling from underneath the vehicle to face you. “For fuck’s sake, can you make an entrance like a normal human being for a change?”

“Not really,” you smiled while fetching an iced pack from the fridge and tossing it in Tony’s direction. “You know me. Such a diva. Always the centre of attention.”

Tony grumbled some inaudible cursing words as he pressed the iced pack onto his forehead. “Not a bigger diva than me, you’re not. You’re too comfortable is what I’ll give you. You feel like you can be your most annoying self with the Avengers.”

You raised one eyebrow. “And can I?”

Tony shrugged. In a short burst of honesty, he said: “Of course. We all love you. Would be lost without you.” With similar ease, he barked at you: “Now will you help me out and fuck off out of my sight?” He proceeded to explain what you could do in order to help out with a small piece of his project. You were no expert in engineering like Tony, but he had taught you a fair amount over the years. Even though you weren’t gifted like Peter, you were a fast learner and possessed the power of common knowledge and google.

Peter wasn’t present in Tony’s basement that morning, even though it was generally his favourite place to be. Tony didn’t tolerate many people in his basement, as his usual working vibes included loud AC/DC music, an excessive amount of coffee, red bull and alcohol, and as few living things to bother him as possible. You and Peter were the only Avengers that were allowed to come and go as you pleased.

As soon as Tony had finished his instructions, he turned up the volume of his music and vanished back underneath his car.

You twirled some tools in your hand and made your way to the back of the basement, where you wouldn’t be in Tony’s line of sight. As you moved around a high stack of apparatus to reach a free desk, you found the one person sitting there that you didn’t want to see.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Barnes?” you called out.

Barnes didn’t even look up. Massive noise-cancelling headphones rested atop his head, seemingly so to avoid going insane thanks to an overload of AC/DC. He was wearing a simple white shirt; his back somewhat sweaty and muscles tensed as he tinkered on the machinery before him. His black hair was bundled up in a small knot in his neck. His metal arm operated smoothly, all his movements perfectly under control.

You gawked at the man for a while. Probably a little longer than was socially acceptable. Likely a lot longer than was socially acceptable.

There were many negative things you thought about Bucky Barnes, but you couldn’t fault him on his looks. The man was extremely good-looking and fit, and no one could deny that.

But then you remembered his personality and instantly felt annoyance bubbling up in your chest. God, he was infuriating. You picked up some nails from a desk and tossed them softly against Barnes’ back to catch his attention.

The man shot up straight, struggling his headphones from his head and face up to you. The temporary panic flaring in his blue eyes, the way his hands clenched to fists... Then he recognized who you were and his posture relaxed, the fear flying out of his expression.

He breathed out. “Hey.”

Suddenly you were very aware of how you were looking. Messy bun on the top of your head, over-sized sweater that did not accentuate your shape, and small jogging pants that barely covered your butt. Compared to how good Bares was looking while engineering, you felt kind of insignificant.

But Barnes didn’t look at you like you were insignificant. There was a sparkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. “You...” he seemed to have lost his tongue. “Um, you look...”

You pushed your insecurity away and felt rather annoyed with yourself that you allowed this man to throw you off guard. “I look what?”

“Good,” Barnes blurted out. “You look... You look good.”

Staring at him, you squinted. You were feeling all kinds of feelings, which infuriated you, and you reacted to Barnes the way you wanted to react to your feelings. “Fuck off. What are you doing here anyway?”

Barnes was blinking. “Oh, um, my arm has been malfunctioning a little lately. Stark wanted to fix it for me, but I figured it was about time to learn how to do it myself. So that’s what I’ve been trying to do.”

“Can you do it somewhere else?” you demanded rudely.

“Not really,” Barnes replied, unphased. “I think I need this...” He gestured toward the fiery machinery he had been working with. He proceeded to vaguely repeat the instructions Tony had given him to create a tiny chip that would solve the issues of his metal arm. Within about two seconds of hearing Barnes speak about his unfortunate invention, you realized that he had no idea what he was talking about.

You sighed tiredly. “You are the dumbest person I have ever met. I can’t even. Move out the way. I’ll do it.”

Barnes opened his mouth, presumably to protest, but you pushed him out of the way before he could make a noise. Remembering that Barnes had started out willing to do this on his own, you started explaining every little thing you did, including your entire thought process. Barnes listened intently to every word you said, letting out small ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s when he noted where he had gone wrong. It took hours and hours to finish Barnes’ issue, but both of you were patient and focused and time flew as you worked together. As soon as Barnes got the hang of it, you trusted him with the slightly smaller tasks as you multi-tasked and worked on Tony’s project as well. Tony showed up with sandwiches for the three of you at a certain point of time before vanishing under his car again. Barnes set you cups of coffee so that the two of you could continue tinkering with focus.

When Barnes’ new arm was completely finished, you helped attach the thing to his shoulder. He looked extremely uneasy but didn’t let out a single noise of complaint. Once it stuck, he closed his eyes to concentrate and got his fingers to move, explaining it was always a little weird to have this extension of his body. He commented it felt like a good arm, though, and within minutes he was using it as if he had used it his whole life. Somewhat exhausted, the two of you ended up sitting next to each other with your feet up the desk, silent and staring at Barnes’ old arm. It was quite peaceful. A satisfying silence, somehow.

“Alright.” You placed your hands flat on the table and got up. Barnes’ gaze followed your every move. “I’m done,” you grunted, wiping some concentration sweat from your forehead. “Can’t believe I spent so much time on your dumb ass.”

Barnes leaned back in his chair with a smile, studying you as you shook your hair out. His hands were folded in his lap. “Thank you so much. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“I know,” you confirmed with a nod. “You couldn’t have. And that’s because you grew up without having electricity. And you’re old.”

Barnes’ face cracked open in a wide grin. “Can’t argue with that. You’re a lot smarter than me anyway, even if I had been born in the same time as you.”

You narrowed your eyes, not trusting these compliments. How was Barnes still nice to you after all the shit you gave him? “Absolutely.”

The man continued smiling, looking straight at you, happy. You didn’t know what to do with yourself or where to hold your hands, his warmth radiating. You cleared your throat. “What time is it anyway?”

Barnes checked his watch. “Eleven past six.”

You blinked. “In the evening?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit,” you cursed, remembering your promise to Steve to join him for a dinner to make his date with his crush Lucie less awkward, “I have a thing. I have to go.”

Barnes moved up from his chair. “Yeah, Y/N, I think—”

“For fuck’s sake, why did I spend so much time with your today?” you busted out, rapidly gathering your things. “Glad I really have to go so I don’t have to waste another minute with you. Have a horrible evening, Barnes!”

“Y/N—” Bucky tried to say, but before he could finish his sentence, you ran out of Tony’s lab. You checked your outfit and realized you were still in short jogging pants and a large sweater—after Sam’s comment of you never looking fancy, you could impossibly show up to the dinner dressed like this. You wanted to prove Sam and Steve wrong and dress up like how you had never dressed up before. And there were two people you knew to be perfect for this job. Therefore, as you were running through the Stark Tower, you texted your two best friends with a code red. And when you finally made it to your own room, you expected nothing less than to find Nat and Wanda waiting impatiently for you on your bed.

Wanda leaped up, looking worried. “What is code red?”

You let all your engineering stuff fall on the floor. “I’m going out for dinner tonight at 7. It’s supposed to be fancy.”

Both Wanda and Nat’s facial expression went from indignance that you were not dying, to absolute excitement. “Does this mean what I think it means?” Nat breathed out. “Are you going to let us dress you up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. Don’t be too girly about it.”

But both Wanda and Nat were already squealing like the girliest girls in the world, more than exhilarated that they got to have their girly moments in their lives filled with heavy tasks of being an Avenger. “I’m getting my stuff!” Wanda squeaked, vanishing from the room with a red flash. Nat threw her hands up in the air. “Dresses!” she yelled, and ran out of the room as well. Both of them returned within no time, arms filled with make-up and clothes and a bunch of stuff floating behind them thanks to Wanda’s red magic. “I just realized we only have half an hour!” Wanda was screaming. Nat pushed you, “Wash yourself! Hurry!”

They granted you one minute of showering before pulling you out, throwing a sexy pair of lingerie to you (“You never know where the night goes!”) and then setting you on the bed. Nat held up several outfits for you to judge while Wanda got to work on your make-up and did your hair. Nat selected a little red dress for you that wouldn’t be too revealing. When you put it on, it hugged the curves of your body nicely and made you look way hotter than you thought you actually were. Wanda had finished your face, hair and eyes, with only lips to go, when Nat started yelling: “It’s seven o’clock!”. “LIPSTICK!” Wanda shouted back, which resulted in Nat tossing a deep dark-red lipstick at Wanda and her smearing it somehow perfectly on your lips. They rushed you up in front of the mirror. You were absolutely confused, having gone through the most stressful getting-ready process ever. But when you looked into the mirror, your jaw dropped.

“I look fucking stunning, babes.”

Wanda and Nat cheered. “Yes, you do!”

They showered you with compliments as they led you downstairs to the reception, moving slowly on your heels, despite the time being way past seven. You felt powerful and beautiful, ready to confuse the hell out of Steve and make it a wonderful, hopefully not-so-awkward night. Strolling down the last set of stairs, you spotted Lucie and Steve standing arm in arm. Lucie was wearing an extremely cute, long, dark-blue dress while Steve was dressed up in suit and tie. Once Steve’s eyes fell on you, he choked on his own saliva and his eyes popped out of his skull. “Hot damn, girl!” he called out.

You laughed, throwing your hair back in your neck. “Who says I can’t look fancy, eh?” Wanda and Nat had left you to get to the reception on your own, though you could still hear them whooping and whispering compliments behind you. You cut around the corner, finally having arrived at the reception of the Stark Tower, perhaps a little past seven, but fully dressed in a fancy outfit. And then you saw that it wasn’t just Steve that had dressed up in suit and tie.

Bucky Barnes was dressed up as well, looking immaculate. His face clean, beard and hair well groomed, smelling fresh and sweet, in a pristine suit that made him look even more handsome than usual.

It was the second time today you found him in a place where he wasn’t supposed to be. It was also the second time today you stood gawking at how gorgeous this man was.

Barnes was looking at you with his eyes wide, a flicker shining that you couldn’t quite explain. His lips parted as he looked over your appearance, but he couldn’t quite seem to find his tongue.

Your cocky expression had faded, but you did find your tongue. “The fuck are you doing here?”

Steve immediately came in between the two of you. “It’s a double date, Y/N. I told you this, right?”

You tore your eyes away from Barnes to stare furiously at Steve. “You most certainly did not, Rogers.”

“Well, it is,” Steve forced a smile. He proceeded to wrap his arm around Lucie, who stood nervously eying the situation. “And we are very excited to go on the double date, aren’t we, Lucie?”

Lucie nodded, eyes big. “Yes. You, um, look really beautiful, Y/N.”

Lucie was so very obviously shitting herself that you felt bad for her. You sighed. It mustn’t be an easy position for her, ending up going on a double date with three well-known Avengers. Even though you talked to her all the time and you would consider yourselves somewhat friends, at the very least good acquaintances, it made sense she was still nervous. Were you really going to make this even more nerve-wrecking and miserable for her? Were you that much of a bitch, that just to get across your hatred for Barnes, you would ruin the night from Lucie and Steve?

You took a deep breath. “You look beautiful as well, Lucie.” You eyed Barnes, realizing you were now officially on a date with him. “Let’s go.”

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storiesnobodyreads · 5 years ago

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Hi I'm trying to view your masterlist but it doesn't seem to be working

mmmmm strange!

here is a link to my masterlist, hopefully this works!

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storiesnobodyreads · 5 years ago

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hi! i was just wondering where your one shot “206” went? it’s one of my favorites bucky fics and i tried clicking on the link from your masterlist and going through the bucky tag but i couldn’t find it

hiyaaaa bby!! yeah tumblr temporarily removed it because of inappropriate content or something? anyway i appealed and now it’s back :)

it means the world to me that you were trying to find it, thank you love!!

#ask #answered #206

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storiesnobodyreads · 5 years ago

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already crying, can’t wait to see where this goes!!

The Bird with the Broken Wing - Pt.1

Summary: When tragedy strikes and Tom looses his mom, he turns to partying, alcohol, and girls to aid his broken heart. President Holland has had enough of his son’s actions and turns to you, his best friend, and secret service agent in the making, to talk some sense into him. If only it were that easy though.

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, slight fluff.

Word Count: 2,536

Pairing: Tom Holland x Best friend!Reader (eventually), President-Son!Tom Holland & Agent!Mike Banning

A/n: Whelp here’s the start of one of my Au ideas, hope you like it. Please give me some feedback as it will help determine whether I should continue it. :) This was inspired by the movie “Olympus has fallen”.

~Song: Birdy - Wings~

~Masterlist~

It was a harsh winter night. A storm brewing in from the north making it harder to drive in the snow. The fallen snow blankets the armed men patrolling the presidential cabin house. Covering them from head to toe in white. Their boots crunching into the 4 inches of snow on the ground as they walked.

“Perimeter secure. No sign of any threats. The weather’s getting worse out here, but we are advised that it’s safe to drive in.”

“Copy that, post vehicles to stand by.” Agent Mike Banning spoke into his wrist com. He made his way to the living area where most of his men and the president’s family were. He knocked on the wooden doors and waited as the Dom opened it with a content smile on his face. “Good evening Mr. President. Five minutes, sir.” He informed him.

“Thank you, Mike.”

“Good evening, ma’am.”

“Merry Christmas, Mike. It seems as though the President can get us off our dependence on foreign oil, yet he cannot help his dear wife choose an earring.” Nikki moved the small bud over the long dangling ones to give Mike an option to choose from. “What do you think?”

“The small ones. A classic look for a classy lady as yourself ma’am.” Mike gave her his honest opinion. Nikki’s smile widened.

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storiesnobodyreads · 5 years ago

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I love how brave you are

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: The Avengers are on a mission. The reader is in a relationship with Bucky, who constantly worries about her. You tend to throw yourself into danger without thinking about it. On the mission, you see Peter in trouble, and don’t even think about it. Bucky gets mad at you for not caring about your own safety.

A/N: woohoo more action this time! Let me know what you think

You let yourself fall to the ground with bullets flying overhead, watching a grenade blow up a truck several feet away from you. You rolled through the mud and hid behind an exploded chunk of building, reloading your weapon. One bullet had grazed your upper-arm, thus your tore a piece of your shirt and tightly wrapped it around the wound. You grinded your teeth and growled in pain, hoping to stop the bleeding.

All members of the team were yelling into their coms, making your right ear buzz. “Anyone hurt?” Tony asked, screaming over the noise of all the others. In the distance, you could spot him flying over your enemies, shooting bad guys left and right.

You let out a deep breath and cocked your gun. “I got shot,” you admitted quickly. “But I’m fine.”

Bucky sounded like he was choking. Loudly, he busted out, “You got shot? Where the hell are you?”

“I’m fine!”

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storiesnobodyreads · 6 years ago

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Imagine: Chris Evans encouraging you to follow your dreams ♥️

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With a nervous smile on your face you spelled out all your concerns, your worries, your fears and your ambitions to Chris. He listened carefully to every single word, observing your features, emotions and expressions while you spoke, absorbing its meaning. He was an excellent listener, always had been. The man was perfectly capable of being playful, joyful, and making you laugh, but he could also be serious and more importantly, always took you and your issues seriously. When you’d finished talking, he’d gently grabbed your hand and gave you a reassuring pinch. On a soft, comforting tone, he advised:

“Whatever you’re scared of, push yourself into it.”

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storiesnobodyreads · 6 years ago

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thank you!!!

Wisdom Teeth

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

A/N: hiya thank you for the request!! i do them but it usually takes like a year before i finish them. i really liked this and good luck with your wisdom teeth!! mine are getting removed in a couple of months so let me know what it was like hahah

“Steve, you are the cutest cutie pie with your cute star-spangled suit and you just have the cutest eyes and, and Steve!” you squealed, pulling his hand so that he’d come closer. Whispering, as if it were a secret, you said: “You also have the cutest ass.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, a wide grin on his face. “Do I now?”

You nodded intensely. “You absolutely do. America’s ass.”

“Why thank you,” Steve smirked. “So how are you feeling, doll?”

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#i appreciate it so much when people reblog stuff from me hot damn i’m so honoured thaanks

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storiesnobodyreads · 6 years ago

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hey girl ! i was reading your wisdom teeth story and while reading i was like wait i’ve already heard this part only to realize it was the bit from David Dobrik’s vlog , i freaking love that !! hahaha btw love the story !! :))

HAHAHAHA yeeess I was wondering whether someone would pick up on that!! thank you babe!!

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Wisdom Teeth

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, a wide grin on his face. “Do I now?”

You nodded intensely. “You absolutely do. America’s ass.”

“Why thank you,” Steve smirked. “So how are you feeling, doll?”

An hour ago, your wisdom teeth had been removed. You’d been worried out of your mind, having heard all the horror stories from your friends. Steve had tried to convince you it wasn’t that bad, but Sam had promised you: “It’ll make you wonder if there’s a way you can just entirely remove your mouth from your face.” However, the jaw surgeon had put you under a general anaesthesia had you’d been safely knocked out during the entire operation, not feeling a single worry. When you finally woke up, Steve was by your side and sedation was still heavily doing its work. Your jaw had dropped and you didn’t feel it when you pressed your fingers into your own flesh.

“How do I look?” you’d asked Steve while dramatically flipping your hair back. Your mind felt clouded and you were blurting out any thought that crossed your mind. Talking was weird now that you could only use half the muscles in your mouth, one cheek getting swollen and feeling numb.

Steve had tilted his head, studying you as he played unconsciously with your fingers. “A little bit like a chipmunk, actually.”

You had laughed. “Good. I like chipmunks.”

Steve was allowed to drive you home, getting a package of ibuprofen and an icepack pressed into his hands under instructions to take care of you. Steve had smiled at the surgeon. “Thanks for everything. And sure. I’ll always take care of her.”

Now, the two of you were sitting in one of Tony’s tesla’s, since Steve only owned a motorbike. Steve was driving, cheerful music playing on the radio, and you were throwing yourself at the handsome man. “Kiss me?” you offered.

“I’m driving, doll!” Steve laughed, gently pushing you back into your seat. He quickly picked up the ice pack and handed it back to you. “Keep that ice pack on your jaw, will you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Captain.” You pressed the ice pack against your cheek, pouting for as far as you could. “Why don’t you want to kiss me?”

Steve eyed you sideways, a constant smile plastered on his face. He was having the time of his life with you spitting truths. “I do want to kiss you,” he explained patiently. “But if I could kiss you and drive at the same time, I wouldn’t be giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”

“Hmm, that’s sweet,” you could feel your eyes falling shut, the numbing sensation in your jaw becoming slightly painful. “I don’t feel so good.”

“No? You want ice cream, doll? The doctor said you could eat soft foods.”

“Ya,” you brought out, letting your head dangle between your knees.

“Okay, let’s go get ice cream. And then you’ll feel much better, eh?”

Steve steered right around a corner, making your head bump into the door of the car. “Ow, I broke my bone,” you whined.

“You broke your bone?” Steve snorted. He softly combed his fingers through your hair, petting you supportively. “You don’t complain when you get beaten up by Hydra soldiers but now you broke your bone?”

You heaved yourself back into your seat, leaning your head to the side to ogle at Steve. “I’m good,” you hummed, throwing your feet up the dashboard. On a sing-songy voice, you lulled, “Look at my feet, my feet are so prettyyy!”

Even though Tony usually had strict rules against putting feet up the dashboard, which Steve obeyed since he didn’t want to lose his borrow-the-tesla credits, he was still grinning and looking at you lovingly. “Your feet are very pretty!”

Part of you was aware that you were all over the place, but it felt surprisingly liberating to let go of all concerns and simply speak your mind. “Steve, I love you,” you smiled up at him, which must have been an odd, lopsided smile. Words slurring, you continued, “I love you more than anything! You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“We should do this more often,” Steve decided with a laugh. “You’re always my ray of sunshine, but now you’re just a ball of positivity and compliments. Well, doll, I love you, too. Very much.”

“How much?” you asked.

“To the moon and back.”

“Psht.” You scoffed like that was nothing, and then spread your arms. “Steve, I love you this much!”

“Damn,” Steve acted impressed, hand over his heart. He pulled over at the side of the road, having spotted a restaurant where they sold soft ice cream. “You wanna come with or stay in the car?”

But you had suddenly discovered how to get the chair to lie back down and transform into a bed, and were squealing as you moved back, the car quietly whirring. “I’m taking a nap,” you informed Steve matter-of-factly.

“Okay,” Steve smirked. “I’ll be right back.”

“Crack me a window!”

Steve cracked you a window and jogged over to the restaurant, quickly ordering a cup of soft ice cream, unable to remove that smile from his face. He knew that the effects of the narcotics wouldn’t last much longer and would soon be replaced by pain, but he was enjoying the drugged part a lot more than he had expected. He got his ice without being recognised as Captain America, which allowed him to return to the car as fast as possible. Glancing into Tony’s tesla, he found you vast asleep.

He thudded down in the driver’s seat, placing the ice cream temporarily on the dashboard. “Hey, Y/N,” he whispered. “If you love me and think my ass is cute, don’t say anything.” You stayed silent, Steve smiled. “That’s what I thought, baby.” Steve proceeded to start up the car and drove you home, continuously checking whether you were still breathing and watching lightly disappointed as the ice cream transformed into a puddle in its cup.

When the two of you arrived at the Stark Tower, Steve sighed when you were still heavily asleep. He parked the car and walked around the tesla to lift you up from your seat, carrying you bridal style.

Bucky burst out laughing when Steve walked into the kitchen of the Stark Tower with you sleeping in his arms. “How’s our badass doing?” Bucky asked, getting up to study your swollen face.

“Her famous last words were: these drugs aren’t going to have an effect on me, I’m an Avenger.”

“That sound about right.” Bucky thudded on the couch. Steve let himself fall down as well, with you lying down and your legs over his lap. He lifted the icepack and pressed it against your cheek, hoping to reduce some of the swelling. “Did she tell you that you have a cute ass?”

Steve looked up at his friend, laughing. “How did you know that?”

Bucky shrugged. “She talks about that behind your back. Saying that she gets to date America’s ass and that makes her the luckiest girl alive.”

“That’s amazing,” Steve laughed loudly, not realising that he laughed with his full body, belly shaking, thereby shaking and waking you up.

You softly complained, “Stee-heeve.”

“Aw, sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Steve moved up to press a kiss on top of your nose. “How you feelin’?”

You groaned. “It hurts. Did you... Did you get the ice cream?”

“Well, if this molten vanilla drink still counts as ice cream, then yes.”

Bucky got up. “There’s ice cream in the fridge. I’ll get it.” When Bucky returned with a bucket of vanilla ice cream and a spoon, Steve started feeding you because you claimed you couldn’t lift your head and felt bad. Steve was constantly laughing and joking around, but he didn’t hesitate to do everything you asked to take care of you.

“You okay, doll?” Steve wondered when you closed your eyes after having eaten probably too much ice cream.

You nodded slowly, a content smile spreading across your face. “I can’t believe you’re taking care of me. You’re just... the best man ever. I love you so much.”

Steve brought your hand to his lips and lovingly kissed your knuckles. “I love you too.”

The moment was great. You had been nervous to get your wisdom teeth pulled out, had been concerned about the operation and the pain and the drugs, but with Steve taking care of you, really everything was okay.

In the end, it was Bucky who interrupted the moment, mockingly rolling his eyes. He’d been listening to the two of you sweet-talking to each other for a while now. He sighed, “You guys are disgusting.”

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206

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Story: the reader got kidnapped and is getting tortured, and Bucky will stop at nothing to get his girl back.

Warnings: torture, cursing

A/N: this is very intense, i hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know what you think! drink water

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“Did you know,” Bucky started, pressing the man more firmly into the cold edge of the bars of his holding cell, “How many bones the average human adult has?” Bucky didn’t wait for a response, adrenalin and fury cursing through his veins. “206.”

“So?” the man groaned out, pushing back against Bucky. “What do you want? You’re hurting me.”

“206 bones,” Bucky continued, “So I can ask you 206 times. What have you done with my girl?”

“I don’t know what—” the man broke off with a startled gasp, pain thundering through his body with a sharp crack as Bucky snapped a bone in the man’s forearm.

“I’m going to ask you again. Don’t piss me off. Where is Y/N?”

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storiesnobodyreads · 6 years ago

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206

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Story: the reader got kidnapped and is getting tortured, and Bucky will stop at nothing to get his girl back.

Warnings: torture, cursing

A/N: this is very intense, i hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know what you think! drink water

*****

“So?” the man groaned out, pushing back against Bucky. “What do you want? You’re hurting me.”

“206 bones,” Bucky continued, “So I can ask you 206 times. What have you done with my girl?”

“I don’t know what—” the man broke off with a startled gasp, pain thundering through his body with a sharp crack as Bucky snapped a bone in the man’s forearm.

“I’m going to ask you again. Don’t piss me off. Where is Y/N?”

“Bucky!” Steve’s loud, commanding voice busted through the man’s personal prison.

Bucky, with his fist balled and heaved up in the air, needed to take a deep breath to unclench his fist. Letting go of his firm grip of the man’s collar, the man sank through his knees and collapsed on the floor like a sack of broken bones, which he was. Hissing through his teeth, Bucky brought out, “I’m busy, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered over to the cracked man only for a second, before noticing the oddly bleak look in Bucky’s eyes, and how his entire body was trembling uncontrollably. “Maybe you should take a break, man,” Cap offered, studying Bucky’s posture and the situation he had got caught up in.

“I don’t want to take a break,” Bucky spat out angrily. “I want to break bones. And I will break every single bone of this dude’s body if that gets him to talk about—” A sob escaped from the man’s sack of bloody skin, cutting Bucky off.

“Buck, maybe he’s not the one who took her.”

A red glare appeared before Bucky’s eyes. All along he’d had this uneasy sensation creeping in his chest, fear that he might never get his girl back. He’d been punching the shithead to make the uneasy feeling go away, yet it never did. “Of course he’s the one who took her—” he sputtered.

“I didn’t!” the man growled silently. “Please, I’m begging you!”

Bucky’s furious gaze directed itself at the man, who instantly retreated into the shell he had crafted for himself from broken arms and broken legs. Then, all of a sudden, Steve’s hands were on his shoulders, steadying him. “Buck, I know this sucks. This fucking sucks. But breaking an innocent man’s bones isn’t going to fix anything. Not his bones, at least.”

“Do you have someone else whose bones I can break?” Bucky asked. He found himself struck desperate to do something. Even standing here for only a couple of seconds, conversing with Steve, frustrated him. Y/N was gone. And he had to do something, anything, to get her back.

“Tony found a lead,” Steve said quickly, aware of Bucky’s impatience. “Someone from Hydra. The others are going to interrogate him, hopefully he knows more.”

Bucky huffed, shaking his arms loose. “Right. Let’s go.”

Steve stopped his best friend when he tried to march out. “They’ve already left, Bucky. We had a meeting and we all agreed that... you know, you should sleep. You haven’t slept in two weeks.”

The color in Bucky’s eyes, if possible, darkened. A shade of absolute fury passed over his face. With Steve’s hand still on Bucky’s chest, Bucky turned to him. “What the fuck do you want me to do, huh?” Bucky brought out, voice low and quiet, laced with poison. “Do you want me to stop trying to find her? You want me to go to bed?” His volume increased with every word, forcing Steve to take a step back. “You want me to sleep!? Do you think she’s sleeping right now, Steve? No! She’s getting tortured and I’ll be damned if I don’t spend every goddamn second trying to get her back!”

“Bucky,” Steve spat back, finally finding his voice after watching Bucky go Winter Soldier mode again.

Perhaps it was the specific undertone in Steve’s voice. Perhaps it was the mewled sound of crippling pain coming from the chained unknowing hydra soldier. Perhaps it was the realization he couldn’t go Winter Soldier on his best friend again. Perhaps it was the maddening exhaustion. Perhaps it was the knowledge that in this state, Bucky knew he couldn’t think straight.

“FINE!” he yelled, throwing his hands with bleeding knuckles up in the air.

Steve followed his friend when he stormed out, leaving the broken hydra soldier for what he was. It had been a rough two weeks, and it wasn’t about to get easier. Bucky hadn’t stopped searching, investigating, interrogating to find his girl back. The whole team hadn’t done anything else.

Steve remembered that night two weeks ago, when Bucky had marched into the kitchen, distraught, demanding if anyone had seen Y/N. She’d been out with friends and was supposed to have come home hours ago. Now Bucky was always quick to become paranoid and he was aware of this tendency, so he’d asked the others for advice before spiralling into madness. But Y/N never went completely radio silent. If she’d come home later, that was fine, but she always sent a message. She wouldn’t let anyone worry.

Steve remembered when Tony had received an untraceable video message, showing Y/N passed out, drugged, with a masked man explaining that the Winter Soldier had murdered his family, and now he was going to make Y/N’s life a living hell. He wouldn’t kill her, he said. He would make her suffer. Because her suffering would make the Winter Soldier suffer more than anything.

Steve’s heart had broken seeing the expression on Bucky’s face.

*****

Both men had made the final decision to actually go to bed, which included lots of Bucky promising that yes, he would really try to sleep in the bed to catch a good night. One good night to get his head straight and continue the search. Steve had held patriotic speeches about how valuable it was to take care of yourself before you could take care of others. Bucky had told him to shut it with the guru talk. But eventually, Bucky went to bed and so did Steve. Steve’s mind was clouded with constant concern over his two best friends, Bucky and Y/N, however, he was exhausted thanks to the circumstances and fell asleep within the blink of an eye.

After what felt like only several seconds, there was a loud, panicked knock on Steve’s door. Steve’s head shot up, finding Bucky standing in the doorway of his bedroom. With a bewildered bedhead, Steve welcomed him in.

Bucky looked terrible; dark bags underneath his eyes. “I really can’t sleep,” he explained quietly, not daring to look Steve in the eyes. “The sheets still smell like her. I… I can’t…”

Steve glanced at his alarm clock, finding it to be four o’clock at midnight. Immediately, he was out of bed, wrapping his arms around his best friend. Bucky didn’t hug back. Neither of them said anything. There were no words for this.

“Right,” Steve growled, distancing himself from Bucky. “I’ll call Tony. We’re going to do this. Speed up this fucking process. Right?” Bucky was staring at Steve, remembering his previous speeches about the importance of sleep. “Well, you clearly can’t fucking sleep anyway, so what the fuck? We’re going to do everything we can until we find Y/N and then we fucking sleep. Right?”

Bucky rubbed his eyes. “Never heard you say fuck this often, mate.”

Steve elected to ignore him. “Get your fucking stuff. We’re meeting Tony and the others.” When Bucky didn’t move, Steve clapped in his hands. “Right, let’s fucking go!”

*****

In your life as an assassin and solid member of the Avengers, you had experienced your fair share of pain. You had broken legs, you had gotten accidentally smashed by the Hulk, you had faced Loki and his army, you had sprained your wrist in an attempt to lift Thor’s hammer, you had killed others and almost died so often it had become second nature to you. Pain was something you got used to.

But not this. This was worse.

This man, the Masked Man as you’d started calling him in your head, was torturing you in a way you had never been tortured before. He was letting you hallucinate, injecting you with some kind of white serum that slowly twisted your worldview. The first time, he’d made you believe that there were insects crawling in your veins, inside you, making you feel like your head was on fire and your blood was boiling and your skin was bubbling with bugs—you’d thrown up so much you were sure there was nothing left inside of you. There were lots of variations on this.

The worst hallucinations were the ones in which the Masked Man conjured up the people you loved. Steve barged in, pretending to save you, only to proceed pulling out your fingernails. Tony came crashing through the ceiling in his suit, pretending to save you, only to proceed shaving your head, attach stickers to your bald skin and electrocute you.

Worst, absolute worst of all, Bucky would come in, furious and frightened, and he’d rush to finally embrace you, only for him to get pulled away by the Masked Man, slicing Bucky’s throat straight in front of you, forcing you to watch him bleed to death. The man you loved more than anything in the world.

That was pain.

You didn’t know for how long you had been strapped in that damned chair, seeing things that weren’t real, feeling things that sure as hell felt real. You lay with your eyes closed, faltering in and out of consciousness. Suddenly, you perceived a shadow moving before you.

Your eyes fluttered open, expecting to see the Masked Man ready to hurt you, expecting pain. You blinked and looked again. It wasn’t... It couldn’t be... “Bucky?” Bucky’s lips were moving, his hands were cupping your face but you couldn’t quite feel his warmth. You couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Part of you was convinced this was a dream. One that would soon turn into a nightmare. Because this couldn’t be real. No one knew where you were. How could they have figured it out?

It wasn’t real. They must have made you start hallucinating again. You were such an idiot for temporarily believing you’d seen Bucky again.

“Please,” you begged, tears starting to roll from your eyes. “Please don’t do this to me, please, I can’t... I can’t--”

“Doll,” Bucky was saying. “Doll, calm down, this is real. Eh? It’s real, doll. Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me.”

“No!” you screamed out with all your power, “Get away from me!” You struggled in your restraints, doing anything you could to get this hallucination away from you. “LEAVE! ME! ALONE!”

The sheer terror in Bucky’s eyes was visible as he took a step back. Changed tactics. “Doll, what do I have to do to get you to believe I’m real? Hey? I love you. I love you so much. Um, we were once on a cruise ship and you were falling asleep and then the captain honked and you were awake in a second, yelling ‘Why would you do that!?’ and it was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”

You halted, pausing mid-scream to listen to Bucky. The Masked Man couldn’t know that, could he? But the hallucination was coming from your mind, and you knew this. You banged your head against the metal holder where you rested your head, firmly pressing your eyes shut. “I’m losing my mind,” you whispered to yourself. “It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s just in my mind. I’m losing my mind. I’m losing my mind.”

“I haven’t stopped searching for you,” Bucky said loudly, forcing you to hear him over the sound of your own panicked rambling. You detected a shiver in his voice. He was scared. That wasn’t something the other hallucinations had been. “Ever since we got the video message of how you had been taken, I haven’t stopped trying to find you. Well, Steve forced me to take a break and go to sleep, but that didn’t work out very well. I couldn’t… I couldn’t live without you by my side. I would stop at nothing to get you back. Please, please believe me. I promise that I’m real. I promise.” His voice cracked.

At that, you looked up. You studied his face, unshaved and gruff, hair longer than usual. Blood splattered on his uniform and shoulders hanging down low. Just as you opened your mouth to reply, unsure of what you were even going to say, suddenly other people came barging into the room. Steve. Natasha. Wanda. Peter.

“Oh, gosh,” Peter whispered breathlessly once he saw you.

Wanda held out her arm to catch Peter when he tried to rush toward you. “Tony and Sam are watching the sky. Let’s get her out of here.”

And it was only when you saw so many of your friends, you realized that this wasn’t a hallucination that the Masked Man could pull off. It was had always been one person. Not five. The Masked Man was alone; there weren’t five of them. “Wait, are you—” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

Steve jumped to action, using his shield to destroy the restraints holding you back. Him and Natasha then lifted you out of your chair, wrapping your bony arms around their necks. They carried you away, out of the room. You wanted to say something but your brain was having too much difficulty processing this. You couldn’t stand on your feet but that wasn’t necessary because Steve and Nat were simply carrying you away.

“Light as a feather,” Nat commented, not necessarily by means of a compliment.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw a man lying on the floor in front of the room that once belonged to you. His mask cracked, his body bleeding. The Masked Man. Dead. You turned your head to look back at the corpse, finding Bucky towering over him with his fists balled and his jaw tightly set. Just as you thought Bucky was going to beat up a dead man, Peter came sprinting past him, squeaking for Bucky to hurry along already.

“Bucky?” you whispered.

Super-hearing did its job. Bucky’s head snapped up and he followed Peter’s footsteps, hurrying after you, Steve and Nat. A flash of red magic informed you that Wanda, presumably, had taken care of the body of the Masked Man.

They brought you outside—the sunlight blinded you. It was the first time you’d seen any sort of light other than a dim lightbulb and it was strangely liberating. “Let me breathe for a second,” you brought out. Steve and Nat halted, passing you onto Bucky when he reached out to you as if he was unconsciously grabbing for the thing that brought him life.

Steve gave Bucky and you a pointed look. “One second. Then follow us.”

Bucky nodded once before you fell into his arms. You were so small and brittle, he was almost scared he’d crush you in his hug. You wrapped your arms around him, choking back a sob as you breathed in his smell. He was warm and comfortable and real. His nose nuzzled in your neck as he held you close. “I got you,” Bucky exhaled shakily. “I got you. You’re gonna be okay.”

“I love you, Bucky,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “Thank you for looking for me.”

Bucky pressed kisses on your neck and head. “Of course, doll, of course. I couldn’t… I’d never stop looking for you. I love you, so much, and I could never live without you. I’m so, so glad to hold you in my arms again.”

The two of you held each other closely, hurt and tired but most of all relieved to be back together, to both be in safety and able to go to sleep. Precisely when you let out a shaky breath and allowed yourself enjoy that moment, Tony and Sam came shooting overhead, rocketing towards the quin-jet to abandon the Hydra base. Bullets flew past them as Hydra soldiers emerged on the roofs.

Sam’s voice thundered in Bucky’s ear, so loud that even you could hear it. “God damn, kids, is this the time to be romantic or is this the time to run?”

Without responding, Bucky lifted you up in his arms and started sprinting. “Stark?” he yelled.

Suddenly, Tony was flying directly above you. Bucky raised you above his head, and you remembered Nat’s remark claiming you were light as a feather, and Tony picked you up, adding boosters to his suit to blast the two of you toward the quin-jet. Seconds later, Sam did the same with Bucky in his arms. You could hear Sam and Bucky cursing at one another, but it only made you smile. Your friends were here. Bucky was here. They rescued you.

“Good to have you back, kid,” Tony’s voice sounded above you, cracked with exhaustion but mostly excitement.

You let out a breath when the quin-jet came into sight. “Good to be back.”

Tony and you landed in the quin-jet, Steve and Peter ushering you in while Nat wrapped an arm around Tony. Wanda started lifting the door as Sam and Bucky came flying in, which included Sam dropping Bucky just a little before they had landed, Bucky rolling onto the floor and climbing onto his feet to join you by your side. Tony sprinted on to the pilot’s cabin and started up the jet.

Sam fell down in a seat opposite you, a loud groan escaping him. Bucky was sitting right beside you, not letting go off your hand for a second.

Your eyes wandered over to Sam, who had a gashing wound on his forehead, blood dripping down his nose. You made eye-contact with him and wrangled your hurting face into a smile. “You look like shit, Wilson.”

Sam stared at you for a second before he burst out laughing. “Look who’s talking, sweetheart.”

“I got tortured,” you argued with a hum. “You’re not allowed to talk to me that way.”

Sam’s smile widened. “Well, you’re still a sarcastic little fucker so you can’t be that hurt.”

You started laughing, always appreciating Sam’s sense of humor, even when you were practically dying, until your broken ribs ripped you out of your happy bubble and you were welcomed by a destructive pain in your ribcage. Your laugh twisted into a sharp growl and your smile rapidly vanished.

“Oh, shit,” Sam cursed quietly, noticing your pain. “I’ll try to stop being funny, Y/N, even though it won’t be easy. But I’m willing to do that for you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, throwing himself back against his seat to keep himself from knocking Sam’s teeth out. “Just shut the fuck up, Wilson.”

Sam raised his hands in the air to signal his innocence. “Apologies, Barnes. And I’ll talk to you later, honey.”

You wanted to reply, but Bucky was faster. “Call her honey again, see what happens.”

Quickly, you brought Bucky’s warm hand to your lips and pressed a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s okay, Buck,” you whispered, softly so that only he could hear. “I’m okay.” You placed your hands on his cheek, fingertips caressing his scruffy beard, and forced him to look you in the eye. “See? I’m fine. I’m alive and I’m safe, thanks to you. You don’t have to be angry anymore. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Bucky looked at you softly. “Are you okay?”

But just as the words everything’s going to be okay had left your lips, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the wall of the quin-jet. You were skin wrapped around bones and nothing more than that—skin that looked unhealthy, grey, with bruises and gaping, infected wounds covering your body. Several blonde streaks stuck out of your head, but your hair could hardly be called a hairstyle. Your face had lost your cheeks and several parts of your eyebrows, but the worst thing was when you looked in the mirror for the first time and really didn’t recognize yourself. Not even your eyes. There was something wrong with the color of it.

You glanced over at Bucky and felt your lower-lip quivering uncontrollably. You attempted to describe to him how you felt, but no language would come to you. Standing there at a loss of words, you only managed to slightly shrug.

Seeing you like this, Bucky broke on the inside. “Doll…” he whispered gruffly, and he opened his arms just a bit, which was enough for you to fall into him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you. And then both of you were crying and holding each other.

Bucky smelt amazing, like home and safety and love and you were so fucking glad that you were in his arms again.

He was so fucking glad to be holding you in his arms again.

And that was the first time both you and Bucky really believed maybe everything was indeed going to be okay again.

*****

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