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donottouchredbutton · 1 year

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In a Heartbeat

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

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she saves someone, and joaquin saves her.

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note: i wrote this with my oc in mind that i plan to write more about, but i wanted it to be read as a reader insert as well! let me know what you think :)

She had been living in Washington DC for a little over a year now. She moved there for grad school, and some of the excitement had yet to wear off still. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, with all of the good schools nearby and all of the things to do and learn in the capital. It seemed like a busy enough place to never be bored, which was exactly what she wanted. It really had seemed like a smart idea, especially since she hadn’t had any problems since moving there.

Until she did.

She was out with her roommate after classes had ended for the day, enjoying the warm spring day and simply happy to be people watching as they hung out. It had quickly become one of her favorite things since moving there, something she shared with her roommate, Jasmine. She was always glad she and Jazzy got along so well and liked spending time together, often spending time just being out and about like today.

Jazzy was showing her a small outdoor shopping district just outside of a park. It must’ve been really popular because it was packed with people. People were out walking their dogs, parents were out shopping with their kids, couples and friends were on dates and lounging on the grassy areas. Music was coming from the open doors of one of the stores, loud enough to carry even as you walked away from it. Something smelled good, like fresh bread and cinnamon sugar, and she wanted to follow her nose to figure out where it was coming from. There was a warm breeze that made her shiver whenever they walked in the shade, so she pulled Jazzy away to make sure they stayed in the sun. A few kids ran past them playing tag. It made her smile, she hoped they were having fun.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed a bit of commotion going on. She couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but it was progressively getting louder. From the looks of it, she wasn’t the only one who had noticed as many of the people nearby were looking around as well. It continued to grow louder and louder until she spotted a large group of people running in their direction, all shouting and screaming to get away. A ways behind them, she spotted a group of big looking men in scary looking masks carrying scary looking weapons, all running after them with their weapons pointed forward. Before she could think about how cliche that sounded, she knew they had to get away first. Many people around them were coming to the same conclusion as they all began turning tail and running. She and Jazzy shared a look of understanding before following suit.

As everyone kept running away and the noise was getting louder, another noise caught her attention above all the commotion. She could just barely hear a small voice calling for help, but it was loud enough to get her to stop running. Her head whipped around trying to find whoever it was, wherever it was coming from. Her eyes landed on a little girl sitting on the ground holding a little boy, and even from her distance she could see they were crying.

“MOMMY!” the little girl kept shouting, tears running down her face as she tried to pull the little boy up with her. They had to be brother and sister. She sounded terrified.

She took off before she could think about what she was doing. She could vaguely hear Jazzy calling after her, trying to get her to turn around and come back, but she couldn’t. The only thing on her mind was getting to those kids before they could get hurt. She wouldn’t let that happen.

She slid to a stop and knelt down next to the kids when she got to them, unconcerned about the fact that she tore a hole in her jeans by doing so, nor the bruises and scrapes she no doubt would have on her knees either. The little girl, maybe seven or eight, kept pulling on her brother’s arm trying to get him to move, but he was sat on the ground firmly, bawling his eyes out and refusing to move. She knew he couldn’t have been older than three years old.

She looked around for anyone who could have been their mother, anyone willing to help, but everyone was running in the opposite direction. She turned her head to see the group of men getting closer and closer, and they were gaining fast. She was the only one around.

“I need to get you out of here,” she said, turning back to the two kids, voice urgent. “I’ll get you back to your mom, I promise.”

She tried to pick up the little boy, who immediately started shouting and fighting when she did so. He was on the verge of a full-blown breakdown, determined to stay exactly where he was no matter what she did.

“He won’t let anyone but mom pick him up,” the little girl cried, “but I don’t know where mommy is!”

Seeing how frightened they were broke her heart. There was no getting them to move if she couldn’t pick the little boy up, but she couldn’t just leave them. She wouldn’t. She didn’t know what to do, and she was struggling to come up with something fast enough. With another glance over her shoulder, she realized she was out of time. They were too close now, seconds away and coming right towards them.

“Hold onto him, and don’t let go!” she ordered the girl. Once the girl did as she said, she grabbed both of the kids and held them to her chest, making sure neither of them would get hit as she awaited the inevitable first—and what she expected to be the final—blow to hit.

She felt a strong gust of air rush over her head, and at the sound of a fight right behind her, she held on tighter to the kids in her arms. She knew this was it. In a heartbeat, it’d be finished. She’d be finished.

“Are you okay?”

The voice was closer than she expected, making her jump, but it sounded genuinely concerned. Chancing a glance behind her, she was met with a pair of soft brown eyes.

She looked past the man to see what was going on, only just noticing that the commotion had stopped, and she could see that the group of men were all lying on the ground unconscious with a man holding a shield standing above them. Everyone knew who Captain America was, but she never expected to come across him herself. Knowing that the kids would be safe now, she looked back to the man in front of her and was shocked to see he had a pair of wings on his back. The Falcon. They were positioned in a way that was meant to shield them from any danger.

She finally looked back at the Falcon. His eyes hadn’t left her the entire time, and he stayed put in front of them, as if he wanted to make sure nothing could happen to them even with the threat gone.

Instead of answering the man, she turned back to the kids in her arms. They were still crying and scared, she knew they would be, but at least she knew they would be safe now. She scanned over them for any injuries, and once she knew they were unharmed, she cupped the little girl’s face to get her attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay now. You’re safe,” she assured her, speaking softly to help her calm down a bit. She stroked her cheek to gently wipe away her tears. She felt her own heart beating out of her chest, but she couldn’t focus on that right now. “I’m gonna get you back to your mom now, okay? Let’s go find your mom.”

She glanced back at the man behind her again, who still hadn’t moved, before she eased the kids up into standing. The weight of the situation was finally catching up to her, her head swimming as she tried her hardest to focus on getting the kids back to their mom before anything else. She kept looking between them and the man who saved them. Stuttering, she said, “I… I need-”

“MOMMY!” the little girl called, grabbing her brother’s hand and running to meet the woman who was running towards them.

She watched as the older woman dropped to her knees to meet her children in an embrace, her own tears streaming down her face as she held her children to her chest. The woman began kissing all over their faces and on the tops of their heads, and the woman’s voice was just loud enough for her to hear her repeating my babies to the children in her arms.

She was walking towards the family before she knew what she was doing. Her knees were screaming at her causing her to limp slightly, but she didn’t care. She needed to make sure they would be okay. Once she was close enough, the woman looked up at her and a look of gratitude crossed her face.

“Thank you,” the woman managed to say through her tears. “Thank you for protecting my babies.” For a moment, she thought the woman was talking to the Falcon, the one who actually had saved her kids, but the woman was looking at her.

“You don’t…” she started, beginning to shake her head, but she knew it would be pointless. Instead, she said, “I’m just glad you and your kids are safe.”

She watched them a few more moments before the woman gathered her kids up and hurried away from the scene. She couldn’t blame them, she wanted to do the same.

She suddenly remembered the man who had saved them. The Falcon (she couldn’t get over it). She turned back towards him, and this time she really took him in. His wings had retracted back into his suit, thankfully, as they had been very distracting. He was tall without being towering. His skin looked warm and sun-kissed with sharp cheekbones that made her wonder what he looked like when he smiled. He had a head of short, curly black hair, and those soft brown eyes. Those eyes that were still watching, a strange gleam present that hadn’t been there before.

She didn’t really know what to say, feeling awkward, but she didn’t need to. Before she could even thank him, he spoke instead.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. Something told her that he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was.

“I’m fine,” she finally answered. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but she still wasn’t able to focus on how she really felt. The kids were safe, their mother was safe, and as far as she was concerned, that’s all that mattered. And this man made sure of that. “Thank you.”

The man seemed to relax a bit at that, his shoulders losing some of their tension. He opened his mouth to say something else, but another voice cut in.

“Torres! We gotta go, man!”

It was Captain America who interrupted (which was something she never thought she’d experience), having just been talking with the police who she hadn’t noticed had arrived. They were hauling the men—masks gone and in handcuffs now—into the backs of the police cars. The hero was inspecting their weapons, clearly waiting for the other man—Torres, apparently—to join back up with him. Torres looked between the two of them, seeming conflicted. Before either of them could say anything, they were once again interrupted.

The sound of Jazzy calling her name snapped her out of whatever was going on, and she turned to see her roommate running straight towards her. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Jazzy was grabbing her arm and pulling her away, determined to get them away from anything else that might happen. She looked back at the man, Torres, and called out another thank you! before she let her roommate lead her away from the scene.

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In truth, she didn’t think she would ever see him again. Why would she? He was The Falcon, Captain America’s partner and a superhero in his own right. He had to have saved countless people all the time. He probably wasn’t even in DC anymore. There was no way she would see him again.

But then she did.

She volunteered at a local elementary school, and today they were taking the fifth graders down to the veterans rehabilitation center. They liked to decorate the walls with pictures and bring flowers for the veterans, wanting to try to brighten their days a bit and thank them for their service while doing so, and she liked being part of it as well. She couldn’t imagine what some of them have gone through, but she would sometimes sit in on the group sessions to try to understand more. It was why she made sure to take the kids there at least once every couple weeks.

“It was so nice seeing you and the kids again, sunshine!” the kind lady at the front desk said as she was getting them ready to leave. It was a nickname she had quickly picked up since they started going there, and it always made her laugh.

“Of course, Laura!” she replied. “I’m just glad they like coming down here as much as I do.”

Laura chuckled lowly. “Your visits always make everyones day. They may not say it often, but they appreciate it. More than you know.”

She smiled softly at that. “We try our best. We just want to show our respect and try to brighten things up for everyone, you know?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, hun. What you do with the kids and for everyone here, not many people would do it. We all appreciate everything you do around here. We appreciate you.”

She looked down bashfully at the older woman’s kind words. She never really knew what to say to that. Her eyes flicked back up to Laura. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bin. “I know you’ve been wanting to try Jazzy’s brownies.”

The wide grin that appeared on Laura’s face was enough for one to form on her’s as well. She nearly snatched the bin out of her hand, causing her to laugh. “You spoil me, sunshine!”

The two shared a few more words before she checked the time, knowing she needed to leave soon if she didn’t want the bus to leave without her. She said goodbye to Laura with a promise to be back the next week, and the other woman jokingly promised to be ready for more treats. With a wave and another smile to her friend, she began making her way to the front doors. She was in high spirits as she was preparing to leave, paying no mind to the man she passed on her way out until he called out to her.

“Hey, it’s you!”

She almost didn’t stop, but when she looked around the area and saw it was mostly void of people, she figured it was her he was trying to get the attention of. When she stopped and turned around, her eyes widened when they met the same soft brown ones she first saw just the other day.

“It’s you,” she repeated, not knowing what to say.

For a moment, she wondered how she could even miss him. Sure, he wasn’t wearing his suit or his wings and seemed, therefore, much less intimidating–not that he seemed intimidating in the first place, but he did save her life, and there’s just something about meeting a superhero face to face that makes a person feel overly self-aware. Without the suit on, you wouldn’t even assume he was a superhero, though in her head she was kicking herself because of course that was the point. He just seemed so normal, and she felt like she could pay more attention now that her life wasn’t on the line. He wore a dark green jacket over a black shirt and jeans, a pair of sunglasses hanging from one of the pockets. His shoulders filled out his jacket well, subtly showing off his built but lean muscles. Part of her wished she could remember what they looked like in his suit when they were more noticeable, and she mentally kicked herself again for thinking that about a complete stranger. His dark curls were styled simply and looked soft to the touch, and she was sure they were.

Those eyes, though. Unlike before, his soft eyes were looking at her in pleasant surprise rather than concern, his lips quirking up in what was almost a smile. But that weird gleam she saw before was still there, and if anything, it was much more apparent than before.

It took her a few more seconds to realize neither one of them had said anything, her eyes glancing off to the side as her mind raced for something to say. He must’ve realized the same thing because his eyes widened suddenly, taking a step toward her once he knew he had her attention.

“Sorry, um,” he began, searching for his words, “I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I’m glad I did. How are you doing, after what happened?”

Her eyes widened slightly again, surprised by his words. “I-I’m doing fine,” she answered, but she wasn’t sure how much she believed herself. She added, “‘ve just been trying to get back to normal, is all.”

He seemed satisfied enough with her answer and started to nod, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

His words surprised her again. In a burst of confidence, she replied with, “Well, I did have someone to save me.”

His smile grew as he looked down sheepishly, and she thought she heard him say just doing my job under his breath. When he looked back up at her, she thought she liked seeing that gleam in his eyes, especially when he smiled. She thought happiness looked good on him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked gently, suddenly remembering where she still was.

“Oh, I’m here to meet my partner,” he answered. “He helps out with the counseling sessions when he can. But I’ve got some information I need to discuss with Cap.”

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her to hear that about Captain America. In fact, it made her respect him even more for trying to help people on a more personal level, not just fighting as a superhero. Saving lives on all fronts, she was sure. But the way he talked about why he was there was just vague enough to pique her interest, and just telling enough for her to understand she shouldn’t pry. She was going to find a way to politely remove herself from the conversation, but he spoke again before she could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, repeating her own question. He cringed at the way it came out, so he quickly added, “I just mean, this is the last place I expected to see you. Are you in the military?”

She shook her head, nearly chuckling. “No, I’m not. The school I volunteer at brings some of the older students down here every few weeks. We like to bring flowers and write cards, you know, to try to show our respect and appreciation. Try to brighten up people’s days where we can.”

“You do all this?” He asked, gesturing toward the decorations on the walls and the flowers here and there. His eyes had widened in surprise again, and it was her turn to look down bashfully this time.

“Not just me. It’s the kids, mostly, but I like to help out.”

He looked impressed, and something about the look on his face and those damn eyes caused her face to heat up. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention.

“Well, I can confidently say that I’m not the only one around here who loves seeing all of the notes and decorations,” he said softly, the smile on his face filling her with a sense of warmth she hadn’t felt before. “It’s amazing what you’ve been doing. We all appreciate what you do. And the kids, of course.”

Something told her that he was speaking more for himself than he was for everyone else, and somehow she knew that he meant it toward her directly. The thought made her smile.

His face suddenly got more serious, though, instantly making her feel nervous. “What you did the other day, with those two kids, too. That was amazing.”

That was not something she was expecting, and she definitely didn’t know how to respond to it. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down, suddenly feeling shy. “I did what anyone would do.”

But he was already shaking his head. “No, really. You saved those kids. I may be the one with wings, but you’re the real hero. It was incredible.”

When she glanced back up at him, she saw that a small smile had reappeared on his lips, and somehow, it was enough to ease some of the tension in her shoulders. It was enough to comfort her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it made her feel seen in a way she never had. All with one look, which is what really surprised her. She knew deflecting would be useless, so she settled with telling him, barely loud enough for him to hear, “Thank you.” And she meant it more than he knew.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one final time.

She wanted to laugh that he wouldn’t let it go so easily. “I am, or I will be. I promise,” she answered, and she knew she was telling the truth this time. “Besides, this wouldn’t be my first time in a situation like that, and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” Now that got a good reaction out of him, even though it was the truth.

“Speaking of the kids, though,” she said before he could think about it too much, checking the time again and realizing she’d officially run out of time, “I have to get going so I don’t get left behind.” She looked him over one more time, trying to memorize as much as she could, before she began to turn away. “It was nice to see you again, and to talk. And thank you, again, for saving me.”

His smile warmed her from the inside out. “If it meant getting to see you again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

She forced herself not to shudder before turning around. She had only made it a few more steps before he suddenly stopped her again.

“Wait!” he called, almost too loudly for the quiet hallway. “I didn’t ever get your name!”

She wanted to kick herself again. How had they gone this entire conversation without learning each other’s names? She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing that he had barely moved from his spot. With a warm smile directed at him, she told him her name.

Another smile began to form on his face in return, and it looked like he repeated her name under his breath. Their eyes met a final time before he responded with his own. “I’m Joaquin. It was really nice to meet you, too.”

She turned around before he could catch the wide grin that was beginning to form on her face against her will and tried to rush out of there as subtly as she could. As she went, she could just hear him, Joaquin, repeat her name a second time, and even from where she was she could hear a smile in his tone. She left the building with a bounce in her step and a warm feeling in her chest.

All because of the Falcon who saved her.

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stuckonjbbarnes · 1 year

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sleepover with the oc's (& the boys crash it 👀) pls 🖤

The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group.

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.”

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds.

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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menacing-menace-rat · 6 months

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Requests welcomed ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I'm dying to write for some Fandoms but I don't feel confident enough to write a full series yet so I need some help. Can someone send me some requests and I'll trying writing some fan fic stuff for you.

Shows I want to write for:

Any of the main 7 of the justice league

Nightwing

Red Hood

Red Robin

Damian Wayne (platonic only)

Miss Martian

Most Gotham characters

(If there is any other DC character you want just ask I love DC and will probably do it 🤗)

Marvel

Any of the main 6 Avengers

Most Daredevil characters

Frank Castle

Bucky Barnes

Sam Willson

Joaquin Torres

John Walker

Vision

Scarlett Witch

Most of the X-Men

Peter Parker

(I'll write for most Marvel characters as well so don't be scared to ask.)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal lecter

Will Graham

Better call saul

Lalo Salamanca

Sandman

Dream

Death

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

The other siblings would only be platonic stuff.

Umbrella Academy

Any of the 7 siblings and possibly the sparrows as well.

Star trek the next generation

Data Soong

Will Riker

Deanna Troi

Worf

Geordi La Forge

Types of stuff I'll write:

Headcanons

One Shots

Very Small fanfics

Reader inserts

Different characters together

Some crossover stuff just depending

Things I'm comfortable writing:

Romance and smut (with of age characters)

Darker themes (I don't scare easy)

Yandere

Fluff

Angst

OC stuff (please give me as much info as possible. Please info dump bestie 💖)

Hurt/Comfort

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If you simply want to talk about these Fandoms I'll happily listen. I'd be glad to hear your thoughts on shows and characters as well.

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mannien · 2 years

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Recon the Power

Happy Birthday @real-jane ! I’ve been working on this piece way past your Birthday in my time zone, but I know that it’s still your day back where you are from, so please - accept my most honest and best wishes! 🥳 I made it a goal to publish something for your challenge on your Birthday, to celebrate you and give you a little gift from me. I went definitely overboard and wrote much more than I intended. It’s also the first time I’ve written anything in a while, so it may be a little rusty and faulty here and there. But it’s made with love, curiosity, and passion - just like I see your works! Mine is all over the place, but that’s how I am now. I hope I can edit it someday and show you some progress! Please accept my entry for your Escape Challenge. I hope it will not be the only entry, and that it just sparked my creativity.

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x OC!Leah Novak, Sam Wilson x Leah (platonically)

Word count: 4k

Summary: Bucky, Sam and Leah (witch!OC) attend a socialite Halloween Party to get intel about the Power Broker.

Warnings: blood, cobwebs, descriptions of Halloween decor, smut (allusions to sex, fingering, dry humping), death, some violence, alcohol, adult themes

(The pic below was found on Google, if you feel like it’s yours, do let me know, I’ll credit you)

None of them were heading into the most elitist Halloween party by choice, but the name Power Broker among the rumoured guests was too hard to pass. The task seemed simple: find the snitch who gave the Madripoor’s ruler leverage over governors and senators that played key roles in the upcoming military distribution of the US forces. Sam and Joaquin called it a simple recon, Bucky swore on his arm that they will become political puppets soon, and Leah willingly tagged along, promising that it’s just a precaution measure.

Hotel Royal was a private property in New Jersey, owned by the former mayor. It was known for its seasonal banquets and themed parties for politicians, executives, and celebrities. In essence, the place reeked of money, gossip, and underground exchanges of power. It made them all hesitate before leaving the car and leaving it with Torres, who was supposed to be their eyes of the inside, and surrounding area during their stay. The three was left with nothing but a long red carpet stretching into the reception desk.

They checked into a large suite on the third floor. The large, golden number 33 on the door was smeared with fake blood, and the doorknob sprayed with sticky webs that would make Spider-Man roll his eyes in embarrassment. The room itself, just like the whole hotel, looked like the time stopped in the golden era of elite cocktail parties. Dark wood furniture, golden handles, patterned walls and Parisian windows would make it a good romantic spot for a weekend getaway, only if it wasn’t crowded with the money laundering underground societies. The charm would still be there with the fake pumpkins on the tables, but Sam decided to lay out his tactical gear on the couch before dressing up. So much for a cute room from époque.

“Remember, this is just to get information. We’re not engaging until absolutely necessary,” Sam’s decisive voice echoed through the suite, reaching down to the bathroom and the second room. Bucky walked back to him, buttoning his black shirt. “Eat, talk, be all ears.”

“You don’t have to remind me what a recon is.”

“I know. I wasn’t talking to you.” He nodded pointedly to the bathroom, when the makeup bag landed on the floor with a moderate thump.

“If this is an easy recon, then why Torres is lurking around the building and we’re wearing those tiny earbuds?” she fixed her lipstick and pulled up the dress from around her hips, trying to squeeze through it and not rip it.

“They’re called comms, Leah,” Sam was putting on his shiny black shoes that would - the kind that would get him into a ballroom dance competition.

“She knows that.” Bucky’s mumble was shortly followed by her confirmation.

“I know, Sam.”

He shook his head in disbelief at the childish exchange and fixed his shoelaces.

“Relax. We know the drill,” Bucky patted his shoulder. The tight-lipped smile was the most encouragement he could muster, but that was enough for his friend. “now, give me that tiny earbud.”

Sam sent him a look and exhaled heavily at Bucky’s mocking chuckle. They set up the communication channel with Joaquin and put their looks together with shiny cufflinks, shirts nicely fitted into their waistbands, and spritzes of cologne.

She rarely had the opportunity to dress up like this. Face accentuated by light makeup, hair nicely tucked away from her face with two golden bobby pins, and that body-tight dress; the faux-leather corset-like middle hugged her nicely, making her breasts curve just right. The bottom looked like a black princess gown, but cut off just below her ass. It was flowing with dark, delicate fabrics that jumped over the swell of her bum. Her body looked hellishly good in that dress, and Bucky’s mind repeated that statement to himself when he saw her appear in the doorframe.

“Could you help me zip it?” Her timid voice was such a contrast to the way she looked, that even Sam raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

Bucky put away his phone and walked up to her immediately, not even paying attention to the teasing look that their friend served them. She stood with her back to him, already half-zipped, so not too much of her was revealed. He struggled a little with the fastening, scrunching his eyebrows in the meantime.

“Are you sure it’s not…”

“What?”

“It’s not uh…” he stuttered a little, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t offend her clothing choice. “too tight?”

They both paused for a heartbeat, and Leah listened intently into the nervousness that started crawling out of his mind. She bit her lip and shook her head gently.

“No, it fits. Just pull it up a bit more.” She instructed, but Bucky hesitated. He held the hem between his fingers and looked down, eyeing her bottom carefully as it slid through the material.

“Pull it up? Doll, if I pull it up, your whole bottom will be out.” He protested, not even caring about using the pet name in front of Sam. When he heard her groan, he obeyed, and zipped up the dress and fastened the little clasp on top of it.

Leah let out a small ‘thank you’ and shimmied about in the dress, fitting it comfortably around her. She pulled on the back to check how long it is and confidently pushed it up an inch more, covering more of her cleavage.

“Where, uh…” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. It caught her attention and made her look up, fixing her gaze on his wide blue eyes. “where did you get this?”

“Why? You like it?” Leah’s voice was barely above a whisper, smiling wickedly at his stoic face that started to break with each look down her body. There was a tint of pink spreading over his cheeks. She could feel the warmth that was building up in his mind; she didn’t have to read his feelings to know that he liked it.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re leaving now.” Sam waved at them and opened the door to the suite, inviting them both to walk out with him.

Bucky passed Leah her comms and waited as she left the room first, making sure nothing was left behind. He walked up to Sam, pursing his lips at the proud smirk adorning his friend’s face.

“Please use the room farthest from the door. I don’t wanna hear it.”

By the time they made it to the ground floor, the party was in full swing. The main hall was covered in dark drapes, singular tables stood out with crimson tablecloths and crystal cutlery. The bar was visibly flowing with the fake smoke; waiters and bartenders were wearing either grim makeup, or a tad-too-revealing costumes. Politicians occupied the tall tables near the stage, where frighteningly flexible gymnasts showed off their skills on poles and hoops. The few lounge areas smelled of cigars and heavily poured whiskey. The whole floor was decorated with bloody signs, warning tapes, and random limbs of mannequins hanging on the walls.

“I didn’t know Jersey’s senators would be into hardcore Halloween themes.” Leah’s mumble resonated in their comms. Nobody said anything in response, as they continued to stare at the bizarre décor of the place. They passed a group of A-list celebrities who were filming it and taking candid photos of the party; clad in equally form-fitting clothes, with glasses already half-empty.

A few bystanders looked at the three with curious eyes; they weren’t necessarily hiding and did not wear their tactical uniforms. For some, such sight would be news-worthy. Bucky cursed himself for not wearing his leather gloves – the golden strokes over his fingers glistened under the dim lights and caught attention of those who knew of his past. He moved his hand nervously in an out of a fist, searching desperately for his pocket to hide his left hand. Just when he was clenching his jaw for the first time that night, Leah’s palm gently wrapped around his bionic arm, silently asking him to bend it, so that he could have her wrapped around it. She lifted up a corner of her lips when he looked at her, and saw through her action – she was calming him down. Leah eased the tension and let go of the tightly knotted nervousness. She worked her magic on him.

They walked some more around the main room, taking in their surroundings and the guests that arrived. Governors chatted with art collectors; philanthropists made silent deals with influencers and valuable personas.

“Guys, ten o’clock, a few gang leaders from Madripoor.” Bucky’s eyes wandered to the target offered quietly by Torres. Leah looked the other way, plastering an empty smile to her face as some performers mixed with the crowd.

“I’m gonna go mingle.” He returned a fake smile and squeezed Leah’s palm, before wandering off.

She swayed her hips a bit more to the heavy bass of music. Walking closer to Sam, she was about to offer him a drink, when her train of thoughts was blocked by someone’s heavy intention to talk. She saw the local governor making his way down to Sam, ready to shake his hand generously and congratulate on the latest achievements.

“I’ll be at the bar.” Her soft voice left him with an overly excited, slightly intoxicated politician.

The bartenders must have been paid extra, because the fire and fake blood were interchangeably accompanying each order. She found an empty barstool to sit and straightened up her back, to catch attention of the Dracula pouring another round of bloody Mary for a tech mogul’s wife.

“What can I get you?” He offered her a little bowl of pretzels and lit up a tealight next to her.

“Gin and tonic. Make it sweet.”

While the bartender was fixing her drink, Leah looked around. Sam was nowhere to be found, the crowd even busier than minutes before. It made it difficult for her to read people’s feelings clearer, so she tried to listen in more.

A creeping wave of anxiety, covered deeply by chemically altered excitement, beamed out of the short, dark-haired guy. He kept on circling his tall beer glass, as he allowed the girl next to him chat him up. He laughed at something the pretty blonde said, but he wasn’t focused on her. He kept on checking his watch and taking small, but continuous sips of his drink.

Leah wanted to read more into this, but the Dracula offered her the drink and made a show out of it, sprinkling it with edible glitter. She smiled thankfully and took a sip, admittedly impressed by the taste. She drank a bit more before turning back into focus, but her perception became clouded by the commotion in the other side of the room. Someone picked up a fight, but it quickly died down as security came out of nowhere, fully stocked with weapons to scare everyone off. The show of power resonated through the room, and the fear among the patrons dissolved quickly with fresh rounds of drinks and other refreshments.

When she turned back to the stress-drinker, he was gone. With sweet concoction in one hand, Leah stood up from the bar and tried to focus. She circled the drinking area and kept her eyes open, looking for that mop of hair and overpriced watch. She thought she saw him near the exit, welcoming someone in, but a group of laughing girls crossed her path and broke the connection. She backed off to an emptier side of the room and played with her hair, while saying,

“Torres, brown hair, short male. Sat three seats to the left from me at the bar, just came up to the entrance.”

“On it. Give me some time, let me know if you see him again.”

It went on like this for some time. She walked around, nursing her glittery drink and looking around for anything suspicious. Some people would walk up to her, chat about nothing and share empty excitement over the party. At one point, Sam’s head flashed in-between the swaying bodies. She got closer, watching carefully as a few senators shook his hand and exchanged pleasantries with Captain America in civil clothing. She rolled her eyes at the overload of testosterone emanating from them, so leaving Sam with their attention was the best choice for now. He was just fine.

Finding Bucky was a little more difficult. The mobsters changed their seats and were moving about, making it harder to navigate which group sucked him in. The last spot she hasn’t checked before was the secluded area with velvet lounges, where the skimpy dressed gymnasts came in, but didn’t leave for a while. She downed her drink and walked towards the little corridor.

Before she could turn the corner, a familiar, female voice resonated from the side. Leah could swear she knew that tone; she couldn’t make up the face, but her mind screamed at her to follow it. She pushed the heavy curtain and took a step inside, trying to be subtle and quiet. What she didn’t expect though, was the strong arm pulling her back forcefully, backing her to the main hall swiftly. Her brain didn’t warn her of any danger lurking behind, so she turned on her heels to be met with Bucky’s heavy gaze.

“I wouldn’t go there.” His low whisper was confident enough that Leah didn’t question him. He gestured with his head to the other way of the room and lead her away, making them blend in with the crowd again.

They found the bar with the same Dracula for a bartender, and Bucky pushed his way through enough to locate an empty bar stool for her. He gestured Leah to sit down, as he leaned on the counter and waved the bartender over to make an order.

She spent a minute taking him in. His suit still crisp and without a wrinkle on the shirt, face hard yet a tad softer, when he turned to her. She swore to limit her use of powers on him to bare minimum, so she didn’t read his emotions. She allowed him be, order them a drink each, and make himself busy for a moment.

“You good?” She asked finally.

Bucky took a swing from the beer glass and licked his lips from the excess foam that gathered around his lips. Absentmindedly, he nodded, looking around before speaking.

“Sharon Carter is here. She’s doing a dodgy business with some jocks, I don’t even know who they are. I don’t want to know. There are people involved.”

That made sense. Leah connected the dots and could hear the voice that she heard moments before; it definitely was the toxic blonde that hid more behind her fake smile, than one would have imagined.

“What are you thinking?” She searched for his eyes. He wouldn’t look at her at first, so she reached up with her palm to touch his cheek gently. It got his attention and made him return the look of concern, locking their gazes in a heavy stare.

“The short guy that Leah paid attention to, he invited Sharon Carter in. She was on the list, so, nothing out of ordinary here. Keep looking.”

Torres’s voice never did sound more annoying. Back to square one.

It was past midnight when they reunited with Sam. The whole evening, he was held up by senators and influential figures, all of which were stakeholders of the military programs. He fished for intel, for anyone to sell any lead as to why the Power Broker would want the US military to be involved in their business, but to no success. He made a few friends that potentially could spill a rare detail in the future, but nothing that would help them find the snitch during the party.

They waited out until the main show would slow down. Sam joined their private pity party with Dracula the bartender, and they just watched. A few people would come up to them to say their goodbyes, but Leah wasn’t even sure who they were. Her mind went on a road trip across the whole room again, scanning everyone and everything around. She was focusing so hard that the plastic straw she was holding, broke between her fingers. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and gently massaged her forehead.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam nudged her in the ribs, and then looked over her head at Bucky.

“Yeah. I’ve been feeling a lot, but never releasing it. It gets heavy.” She mumbled with a groan, closing her eyes for a second.

“You guys go upstairs for a while, get some quiet time. I’ll keep watching,” he nodded toward the exit. “Torres, you still there?”

“All eyes and ears, man.” The connection was still strong, but Joaquin was just quieter, probably more bored and tired with each passing hour.

“Alright. Keep us posted.”

Bucky stood up and took Leah’s hand, pulling her away from the dirty countertop and making her walk away with him. Some security guards nodded at them, almost as if they knew them personally. They stepped into the small elevator and waited patiently for the faulty door to close behind them. She then leaned into him, resting her forehead on his shoulder and letting out a heavy breath. He held her waist and massaged it gently, for reassurance. The elevator stopped at their floor with a little bell sound, and so they walked in silence into their suite.

They left the room clean, and it calmed her senses. They lit up all of the lights and pulled the drapes over the windows. Leah took off her high heels in the middle of the room, not caring about the mess she was leaving behind anymore. Her head was pounding with sudden silence that hit her mind. A shocking wave of unexpected peace made her shudder with relief. She threw herself onto the nearest bed, breathing in the softness of the mattress. She turned on her side to watch him move around the room; he took of his suit jacket and sat down at the couch across from her, legs spread wide comfortably, head resting on the back cushion.

The boiling power bubbled inside of her – her body always sought harmony. She did not use her power physically today, so the accumulated feelings were overflowing. Her eyes were shining with the icy blue hue, making her attention span shift significantly.

She crawled up from bed and slowly made her way to Bucky. He watched her carefully, trying to understand her and her needs. She climbed over his lap, hugging his hips with her thighs. Leah leaned in, resting her forehead on his, locking their gazes in a silent stare off. His hands wandered to her hips, holding her steadily, but lovingly. He massaged her body, trying to ease any discomfort that her body might feel. In return, she leaned down to kiss him on the lips sweetly. Their mouths moved in sync, creating a steady rhythm that started to sway their entire bodies. He knew what she needed and he was more than willing to help her out.

Cold, metal hand palmed her ass cheek. It easily brushed over the delicate material of the dress, making his fingers slip across her body with ease. He repetitively squeezed the firm flesh beneath her clothing, which made her move her hips in unison with his gentle pushes. His harsh tugs on her butt made her grind over his groin, earning a hearty moan out of her throat.

Tight dress slowly hiked up her ass and gave him easy access to the heat of her skin; he released it and quickly grabbed it again, catching it mid-jiggle and making a loud, slapping sound. She kept on moving her hips, feeling her core warm up and soak her panties. Sloppy kisses were interrupted by sudden breath intakes and impatient moans. The steady movement of her hips helped her find the growing bulge in his pants. When she started moving along its length, she let go of his lips with a smack and started kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck. Shamelessly grinding over him, she took a hold of the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned the very top of it. Leah sucked and bit lightly on his neck, not getting enough of the taste of his skin.

Bucky pulled at her panties and moved them to the side, dipping his hand between her ass cheeks and lower. She moaned loudly, feeling the slick wetness leave her core.

“Fuck, baby” Leah almost sobbed, feeling her powers tickle her nervous system. Each movement was more electric and bringing her greater ecstasy. She needed him to touch her, love her, kiss her, and fill her.

“What do you need, doll? Tell me.” He mumbled in between their hot kisses. They were all spit and tongue, teeth clashing when Bucky dipped a finger into her.

She whimpered, stilling her movements as he worked her up. She shook with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and much needed release.

“Tell me, baby, what do you need?” He pulled out his finger and squeezed her ass.

Too stunned to speak, with shaky hands she reached down to his pants, doing her best to undo his belt and unzip it. She held up her hips to have easier access, fumbling with the zipper and quickly pushing her fingers through the waistband of his boxers. He stopped her by grabbing her wrists in one hand.

“Talk to me,” Bucky made her look down at him, scanning through each other’s faces with attention. “I’ll give you the world, but just talk to me. Just like you make me talk.”

Tears welled up in her eyes; she was overloaded with emotions; her mind powers took a toll on her and she just needed to release it. She couldn’t start shooting up her magic just because she felt like it, so she had to get rid of the heaviness of it all.

“I love you, James,” She kissed him on the lips and looked him straight in his blue orbs, making hers lit up. “I love you so much, and I need you to make me feel so good, that I can forget about everybody’s pain for a moment.”

He smiled with this warm, adoring expression. His face was sparklingly beautiful and looked only at her, nothing else.

What happened next, neither of them expected. Leah was so focused on getting rid of her emotional overload, that she blocked everything else. The lights suddenly switched off, the room drowned in uneasy darkness.

“Sam?” Bucky’s expression hardened, his arms held Leah tighter against his chest.

“The power’s out here too. Joaquin, anything?”

The only thing that Bucky could make out in the room were her eyes. They shone their delicate blue hue, grounding him in distress.

“You have incoming from the main entrance. I can’t scan them, so brace yourselves.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” He whispered to her, not sure how much of their conversation would be muted from Sam and Torres’s comms.

She nodded rapidly, but did so while rapidly wiping at her cheeks. She was letting go of the feelings through heavy tears. Bucky held her by the cheeks and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.

“I love you and I will take care of you, alright?” She nodded in understanding, but sniffed uncontrollably.

They helped each other fix their clothing and blindly search for their weapons. Bucky left the room first, listening in to any sounds on their floor that would suggest any danger. Leah let the blue sparks circle around her fingers, ready to burst up in magical flames to protect them. She lit up the corridor with the blue swirls of energy and followed Bucky down the stairs.

Leah stopped Bucky from leaving the staircase, pointing to the side where she could feel a few people running. They waited out the unwanted company and entered the ground floor, where they saw the backs of the group running away. The one person that turned their way for a split second was the tall blonde, clutching her gun tightly.

“Sharon…” Leah mumbled, looking at her intently, and in disbelief.

Bucky was already ahead of her, kneeling beside a body of a middle-aged man.

“Torres, call 911. One man down.”

“Two more near the bar.” Sam’s heavy voice resonated in their ears, and Leah couldn’t stop the incoming stream of awareness. She kept looking back to where Sharon disappeared into the darkness, feeling the surge of feelings left behind in the air. Her tired mind was swimming fast in the depths of her power, and it helped her understand:

“She’s the Power Broker.”

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reddevilmcnt · 6 hours

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30+ experienced writer looking for other 20+ descriptive, multi-paragraph roleplay partners comfortable with NSFW, smut, and plotting. My preference will always be a good balance of story and mature themes, with build up happening between our characters in order to get to that captivating chemistry. Right now I'm definitely in the mood for more rare pairs, so these are the ships that I'm looking for and the character I will be playing will be in bold:

Bucky Barnes x Joaquin Torres Logan Howlett x Peter Parker (alternate fcs welcome) Luke Cage x Peter Parker or an OC! Tony Stark x Sam Wilson Namor x T'Challa (alternate fcs welcome) or an OC!

When it comes down to smut, I strictly write for Tops and Dominant characters, although I don't make that their whole personalities. My characters are complex and will have vulnerabilities; they will cry and develop certain weaknesses for their love interests. I love writing against bottoms, so long as my partner helps me to create a story and move along the plot. This roleplay will be taking place over Discord, so please interact with this post and I will reach out to you!

#MUN THINGS.#mcu rp #marvel rp #indie rp #discord 1x1 #discord rp #xmen rp #ironman rp #black panther rp #spiderman rp #namor #luke cage #joaquin torres #sam wilson #captain america rp #logan howlett

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bobfloydsbabe · 3 years

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INTRODUCING ❋ Isra Atkins ↳ joaquín torres x oc (mcu/tfatws)

"You should listen to your own advice," she told him, arms folded across her chest.

When he looked up from his phone, Isra had to ignore how her heart sped up. Those dark eyes of his did nothing good for her determination. "What?"

"There's nothing to do until there's something to do," she clarified. "So, go back to the States and wait for the Flag Smashers to make their next move."

"This sounds a lot like a goodbye," he said, brows furrowed.

The corners of her lips turned up in a faint smile. "Just don't get yourself killed, Torres." She picked her backpack off the ground, swung it over her shoulder, and turned to leave the warehouse.

As she took the last steps before disappearing into the bright sunlight, she heard his voice call out her name. The knot in her stomach tightened, but she had to do this. She had her orders to follow, just as he had his.

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karimac · 3 years

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…in the details, Part 5

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point anyway, are platonic.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

A bit about the OC Kari

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

All mistakes are my own.

Word count: 5,214

You really knew better than to think either Bucky or Sam would move their seats up. You had heard all about their chat in the Volkswagon Steve procured before the Berlin airport fight. Luckily the trip to the Andrews Air Force Base was short.

You looked at the C-130 Hercules transport plane and smiled as First Lieutenant Joaquin Torres met Sam and Bucky on the tarmac. Then you saw a lot of the flight crew staring at you.

{{They know}} you thought as you looked toward the three men near the plane. {{And now to explain this. Great}}

“They know who I am,” you whispered as you finally got within earshot of the trio. “It actually happens a lot more than I let on to anyone. Dr. Raynor was right. I forget the shadow I cast at times.”

“Joaquin Torres, this is Kari MacOrish, the goddess lady,” Sam said with a smile as he made the official introductions. “I think the three of us are gonna crash for a bit. It’s been a long day.”

“It’s a pleasure, lieutenant. Let me stow my gear, and maybe we can chat for a bit?” you said to Torres as you slowly made your way to the staircase to the plane. You suddenly had the feeling that this flight was going to seem like one of those 24 hour trips to Perth, Australia and not one of eight or so hours to Berlin, Germany. “Thank you for the ride. It’s greatly appreciated.”

“Hold on,” Torres said as you stopped just short of going up the steps. “Sam didn’t tell me there’d be three on this trip. How did they rope you in? Did he promise you some of Sarah’s gumbo? With the corn bread, of course.”

The man was perceptive. You had to give him that. “I worked with Bucky and Steve Rogers long before The Avengers were a gleam in Nick Fury’s eye,” you said as the number of years started to hit you in the gut. "And I’m still swinging my sword after all this time. They didn’t rope me in, trust me, but I would not mind some gumbo and corn bread, Samuel. I would love to go to Delacroix and meet your family sometime,” you said as you tried to reassure all three men that you were there because you wanted to be, even though it was not entirely true. Who really wanted to walk in and see Helmut Zemo in a German prison anyway?

“May I call you Joaquin?” you asked the lieutenant as he nodded in agreement. “Thanks, Joaquin. I guess I know these two will likely need backup when this all plays out. That’s partly good old common sense, but it’s also a bit of limited precognition,” you noted as you tapped your left temple. “Sam, you can add that to your list,” you added with a wink. “I know you’re keeping one.”

“How long has that been? The swinging the sword part?” Joaquin asked as you shifted your backpack again. Suddenly it felt like you were carrying rocks in the damned thing. It might have been all the guilt you were feeling after Thanos’ defeat, or it could have been that you really had overloaded it. You just felt very weighed down at the moment. “Sam has brought you up, and you just said that you were around in World War II, but beyond that, I’m clueless.”

“I was born in 513 on a battlefield in Ireland. I started training when I was three. My first battle was when I was six. Guys,” you said as you looked down and shook your head, “let’s just say I’ve been around the block a bit. Now, if you all don’t mind, I think I’ll head inside.”

The trio watched as you climbed the metal steps and disappeared inside the hatch. You found a corner in the rear where you could be alone, because, to be brutally honest with yourself, you were not up to playing 20 Questions or strategizing about how to handle Helmut Zemo just yet. After what he did to Bucky, he would be lucky if you didn’t pin him to a wall and leave him there, upside down, for the rest of eternity.

“You good back there?” Bucky asked, and you waved him off with a thumbs up. Of course you wanted to be here and not in your own bed. Sitting in the air over the Atlantic was the exact place you wanted to be. Not. Yet here you were, because your friends needed you.

The takeoff was uneventful, and you had been in the air for at least an hour when you looked out one of the windows. Still over the Atlantic. You actually toyed with the idea of “blinking out” of the plane once it hit Irish airspace. Home. Horses. Sanity. A pint of Killian’s and a pack of cheese and onion Taytos at your local. Maybe catch a show by The Comstocks or Luka Bloom if you had the chance. All sounded very inviting right about now. But you had a job to do.

Your phone started to vibrate just as you were settling back in your makeshift bed near some crates. “Parker?” you mumbled as you turned on the FaceTime on your phone. “What time is it? I’m on my way to Berlin, and I’m not sure where I am over the Atlantic at the moment.”

“Hey there, Ms. M!” a voice rang out behind Peter. Apparently he had Ned over for a late night study session or something. Maybe it was movie night? With those two, you never could be too sure. They did have a nice assortment of Lego on a shelf behind them. Peter had told you about the hobby he shared with Ned, and he said he’d show you the joys of building one day when the world was not ending. He also promised to show you every custom Avengers minifigure he could find online. He swore one or two were of you, and you prayed he was wrong about that. Teeny tiny plastic versions of you seemed a bit too much to handle at the moment.

“As you can see, Ned is checking up on me, so Aunt May said maybe we should call some of the Avengers. To check in. You know…”

You had told Parker as much as you had told anyone else that you were not officially an Avenger. He never listened either.

“Just a sec,” you said as you waved your hand and put up a silence barrier so you didn’t wake up Sam or Bucky. “Guys, I need to keep it down to a dull roar. Falcon and the Winter…” you started to say as Ned yelled “You mean Sam and Bucky!” back at you.

“Peter?” you asked as you shot him an odd look.

“Mr. Stark sent an intel pack once, and I played it before I knew it had everyone’s real names in it,” Peter said as he turned bright red. “Ned was there…”

“And I bet your aunt knows because Happy told her?” you said as a joke because you had seen Tony’s right hand man eyeing up Peter’s very attractive aunt, but Peter shook his head no. “No, because you told her? Oh geez. Why did you guys pick me? Wait. Am I the only one who picked up?”

“Uhm, maybe,” Ned chimed in as you wanted to pound your head on one of the crates near you.

“Seriously, guys?”

“No,” Peter said as he glared at Ned for a minute. “But you are the only one who said to call any time, even if it isn’t an emergency. We just wanted to say Hi.”

That last comment made you mad as hell, but not at Peter. “That’s fine, guys. But I am going to fix that when I get back from Berlin. I should not be the only familiar voice at the other end of the line. I’ll talk to Bruce. It may take a bit of time, because I am not sure how long this mission will last, Peter. I have to see Bruce about something else anyway. Wong, too, so…”

“Can your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man be of any help?” Peter asked as he finished off the snacks May must have made for him and Ned. It looked like the last of a huge plate of nachos with gooey cheese and beef topping. “Oh! Major news! We’re going to Venice in the summer. School trip!”

“Right now, Peter, your call is helping more than you will ever realize, so thanks for that. Venice in the summer? Guys, it’s going to stink pretty badly. You probably knew that already, but it’s worse than what the guide books say. I remember the one time I went for Carnivale way, way, way back when, and it was not pleasant in the winter. You know, Peter, I may swing by Midtown Science before you all head out. I might have some interesting material for walking tours. You told me about that classmate who likes all that macbre stuff. I might have some fun facts to share and maybe a few non-electronic guidebooks. I have them back home, and I’m planning to head there after we wrap things up in Berlin. Now, I better get some sleep. Thanks for checking in.”

“Night, Ms. M!” Ned shouted as he high fived Peter. “Say hi to the guys for me,” Peter added as he ended the call.

You closed your phone and got rid of the barrier before turning back to your teammates. Sam was sound asleep on one side of the plane, and Bucky was sitting and staring at him from the other. You tried to close your eyes and sleep, but the thought of Bucky sitting there wide awake was driving you nuts.

“Just got off a call with Parker. He wanted me to say Hi to you and Sam. You look tense. Do you need me to help you relax?” you whispered as you got up and walked toward Bucky. He gave you a very odd double take, and then you realized what you had said must have sounded weird. “I’m not being a perv. Sorry, but my brain is misfiring. Let me rephrase that. I can sing for you. It might do the trick. Or maybe adjust your chakras a bit? You look exhausted, Buck. If I had a way to make warm milk with cinnamon, I’d try that, too. I’m sorry if I got you upset by talking to Walker. Trust me, I understand why you are ticked off about this.”

You plopped down next to Bucky and rested your head against the bulkhead of the plane. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable in the back where I was sitting? You can stretch out a little bit better back there. Up here with all this gear is a bit more cramped. I’m a lot smaller than any of you guys, and I can just sort of twist myself around here. See?”

By now you were in some contorted pose—kneeling on the bench with your feet tucked under you, left arm used as a brace so you didn’t hit your head against the bulkhead—and Bucky seemed to be trying not to laugh at how odd you looked. “Did you win Miss Utz Pretzels of 1942? I don’t remember that. You look really uncomfortable. Go back and get some sleep. Please. Before I wake Sam up with my laughing.”

“I am awake,” Sam grumbled as he looked at the two of you. “Why are you sitting like that, Kari? And did I hear you mention Arachna-kid?”

“It was a dumb idea,” you said as you got up and started to go to the back again. “I seem to be full of them lately. And yeah, Peter FaceTimed with me. He says Hi.” As you moved back to your area, you muttered under your breath, “You guys probably would have been better off with the kid.”

You were able to get a little bit of sleep, but then you “heard” the chatter over where Wilson, Barnes and now Torres were talking about you. They thought they were being quiet, but their thoughts screamed louder than any audible voice. If they had questions, they could have waited until you were awake, or they could have just woken you up.

“Will you three stop broadcasting, please?” you growled as you got back up and walked over to them. “Your talking was bad enough, but I heard every thought you had. Thank you all for not going into lewd territory. If you had, and if he were alive, my brother Cormac would have punched you all out of the plane hatch. He was a brawler bar none. He was my Ravenheart. My protector. And before you ask why, even the avatar for a goddess can be brought down. He always had my back. Seriously though, no one ever trained you to develop any form of psi-shields, did they?”

“What? You sound like something out of a Sci-Fi movie, or that old TV show Babylon 5 with the Psi Corps people,” Sam said as he looked up at you as if you had suddenly started spouting in Klingon, Babylonian or some other tongue he didn’t know.

“Guards against attacks from telepaths? Walls to keep your thoughts to yourself? No wonder no one could resist her when Wanda rolled in with Hydra. Another thing to bring up with Bruce before I head home. Let me demonstrate.”

You looked right at Sam and smiled. {Do you want me to give that cupcake recipe to Sarah? Do you think Cass and AJ would like them?}} you spoke directly into his mind, and Sam jumped out of his seat.

“Did you two hear that?” he stammered as you shook your head that they didn’t. Bucky and Joaquin confirmed that.

“I am not going in Bucky’s mind. Period. I am not screwing up what the Wakandans did for you, sir. I am not dying one day with that on my conscience. And I don’t know Joaquin well enough to do it without giving him a righteous headache. I needed to show you guys what I meant. Sorry, Sam.”

“May I ask then,” Torres said as he looked like he was an enthusiastic little kid who was going to raise his hand in school, “what can’t you do?”

“Instead of what can I do? That’s a twist. Well, I can’t raise the dead. Make people fall in love with me? Nope. Make money just appear out of thin air? Not happening. Keep myself from getting hurt in any way, shape or form, physical or mental? I wish I could claim that one. I can heal quickly, so I guess that takes the edge off injuries. Will children into existence, which is something Wanda did…”

You couldn’t un-say it. You could not will the words back into your mouth.

“Joaquin, you can’t tell anyone this next stuff. Please. I’ll owe you for eternity if you can keep this between the four of us,” you started to say as you sat down. “Wanda had a breakdown after she lost Vision. Her powers went berserk, and she basically took over a small town in Jersey and made it into a sitcom. She was a big fan of American sitcoms back in Sokovia. She used her powers to recreate Vision and make two children. Twin boys. And I wound up in the middle of it with two magically-created cats. Another witch, named Agatha Harkness, was there, and she tried to take Wanda’s powers. It backfired and caused Wanda to evolve. I got hit with stray magic blasts during their fight, so that’s why I’m a tad off right now. And to top it all off, Wanda suppressed The Morrigan somehow. I’m still trying to figure that one out. She was trying to make everyone there happy, and it was a disaster.”

“Were you happy? Even a little bit?” Bucky asked, and you knew you could not give him the full answer on that one. It was too complicated, and it freaked you out way too much.

“No. Except for the two cats, I was alone. Wanda kept calling me her best friend and tried to make it feel like it was while we were all on the run together. But it wasn’t working. I think it’s because I gave up on having someone in my life romantically a long time ago. Two husbands who die in your arms will do that to you, I guess. Maybe I still do want it, deep down inside, and she sensed that, but I just can’t let it happen. No one deserves to have my life, warts and all, dumped into their lap. Wanda promised to bring someone for me, but that didn’t work out. Thank heaven.”

The three men just sat there in silence until the pilot said we were approaching Berlin. “I won’t say a word,” Torres said before he went back to the cockpit, and you walked back to get your gear while Sam and Bucky just sat there.

“What does she mean Wanda evolved? Like some human Pokemon?” Sam asked Bucky as the former assassin just shrugged his shoulders. “Well, any idea would be helpful.”

“I’m not exactly the magic expert here. Just because I could feel Kari that one night and see what she saw doesn’t mean I know anything,” Bucky retorted as he looked over at you again. “What do you mean she evolved?”

“She’s magic. Like me. She is The Scarlet Witch, at least that’s what she’s called in a book called The Darkhold. It’s complicated because that book is full of dark magic. This is some of the stuff I need to talk about with Wong and Bruce and Strange when he gets back from whatever he’s doing. But this mission has to come first…”

“Why?” Sam asked as he took a deep breath, the plane shaking a tad as it landed on the tarmac. “I mean, it sounds like you went through a nightmare, and you weren’t even asleep.”

“Everyone there shared Wanda’s nightmares when we slept,” you said quietly as you looked at your compatriots. “I am no stranger to nightmares, Sam. And this mission goes first because I really can’t do anything for Wanda or about her issues until we find her. The magically-inclined crew, I mean. I am not betting she was the catalyst for this, and neither was Harkness. She’s a succubus, but I don’t think she has that much power. The government agency SWORD was screwing around, trying to get Wanda’s energy blasts to activate a new version of Vision. They may have manipulated her. Guys…”

You sat back down and grabbed Sam’s left hand and Bucky’s right. “Sorry for the touchy feely stuff. I’m scared. Me. Cupcake Lady. The horse lover from County Kildare. The Morrigan doesn’t do terrified, but the empathic healer who holds her essence can get scared witless. That’s the joke. My paternal grandmother bartered with The Morrigan to make me her avatar, and my mother prayed to Danu that I would not be chosen, asking that I be a vessel of light and love. You guys can wretch now if you want. It does sound like a plot from a very bad soap opera or a cheesy romance novel. I’m the twisted combination of both wishes. Go me,” you added with a slight chuckle. “I’d never wish my life on anyone. And frankly, I hate that I seem to be roping you into it more and more.”

You let go of their hands, and you kept talking. You were really starting to pull in any pain they had when you were holding their hands, and that was getting a bit too much to handle.

“While I am not so sure what help I’ll be to you, and maybe I should go back to attend to this stuff with Bruce and Wong, my gut is telling me I need to be here. Trust me. I almost opened a portal over Ireland. I want to sleep in my own bed and see my horses. Hell, I’d love for you guys to see it all. Eventually, I mean. Whatever you two have going on regarding Walker and Hoskins and what Steve wanted and the shield, I can’t fix any of that. That’s on you guys. I can empathize with both of you, but I am not your referee. I’m sorry I bolted that day. I never thought I’d be that important to anyone in that compound. Not after what Tony said. He wasn’t wrong, but it still hurts.”

“Tony is a topic for another day. Back to you. One thing doesn’t make sense,” Sam said as he seemed to look into your mind, even though you knew he couldn’t. “We haven’t heard from you for six months. How long were you with Wanda?”

“Apparently a week,” you said as you kicked the crate you were sitting on with the heel of your boot. “I went home for a couple of weeks. I remember that. One of my horses had a foal. I had to have repairs made to the barn. The roof on the guest house needed rethatching. There was a festival in the town near my house, and I went there for a dance competition and a dinner with friends. A local girl who I sponsor in dance classes came in third at the competition. Then I got a lead on Wanda. So that accounts for about a month. The rest? I have no clue. That’s what freaked out Thor’s friend Darcy Lewis. She thinks that blast that hit me screwed me up. But she is an astrophysicist. She’s just guessing.”

“We’ll find out,” Bucky said, his voice exuding much more confidence than it likely should have. “It is the three of us after all,” he added with a smirk. “But first, we need to go see Zemo. Sam and I can’t be out fighting Super Soldiers alone. We think seven or eight Flag Smashers took the serum so far, but that’s a guess. And while Parker is a nice kid, this is not in his roundhouse yet. I did hear that comment, Red.”

You smirked when you heard that nickname. The last time you’d heard anyone say it was 1944, and then it was Dum Dum Dugan yelling it as you helped The Howling Commandos take down another Hydra base.

“Thanks for remembering,” you said in the most gentle of tones. But then you thought for a minute about what Bucky said to Sam before about being able to see what you saw. “Wait. You said you saw things I was seeing? Buck, I’m going to think of something very random. Can you tell me if you see it?”

You reached back for a memory of your brother Cormac. He loved the sea as much as he loved your family, and you were remembering his favorite boat.

“A boat? Cormac was a seaman? You never said that,” Bucky said as you stood there and shook your head.

“Great. Whatever happened with Wanda…shit.”

“What am I missing?” Sam asked as you saw Joaquin make his way back toward you all.

“I’m starting to piece together what Wanda did, and I am not liking it. Buck, with Sam and Joaquin as my witnesses, I am not trying to pull a fast one. Wanda was trying to give me a happy ending. The last person I talked to her about before she left was you. And it was nothing particularly romantic. I was talking about your need to get some more clothes for your hearing. She put two and two together and tried to play matchmaker. I think she was trying to find you and bring you to her little piece of New Jersey. She linked us in some weird way. I’ll get it fixed. Somehow. I won’t go into your mind. I promise.”

By now your hands were bathed in green energy, and all you wanted to do was scream to the heavens to fix this damned mess.

You’d liked Bucky as a friend in the 40s. If he had not fallen off that damned train, maybe life would have taken you guys down another path. But that was not what you got in the end. A chance to see Steve again was something you dreamed of when he came back out of the ice, but you never thought you’d see Bucky again, at least not the Sarge you knew.

When you showed up at Avengers Tower that one Samhain night with your batch of cupcakes you were trying to figure out if you should tell Steve who you were. It never dawned on you that Bucky would be back in the picture at all after that night.

Right now the man deserved to find his place in this world without your Celtic-tinged nonsense. Anything you felt needed to stay squarely in the 1940s, by your own choice.

“Ahh. Sorry,” you said as you stopped thinking about the past and doused your hands. “Zemo. The Flag Smashers. Then we fix this mess. So, how do we get to Zemo?”

Bucky seemed a bit unnerved by the light show around your fists and the whole Wanda matchmaking thing, but he kept up his usual stoic front as he took a deep breath and nodded to you. “Sam got us a ride to the prison. We better get going,” he said as he got up and headed for the hatch. You grabbed your bag and ran after him and Sam.

You and Sam were more or less benched by Bucky once you got to the Berlin Correctional Facility, so you stood and waited for Buck to come back out of Zemo’s cell.

“So, you and the cyborg back in the day?” Sam started to ask with a grin as you kept looking at the cameras all around the hallway.

“No. I had hoped he’d ask me out before that damned train accident, but life had other plans,” you said as you wanted to talk about anything but this. “I am not going to go on feelings from the 1940s, Sam. Bucky does not need my brand of crazy, and I do not need to go back and think about lost chances.”

“So, you want him to go out and try to date, instead of seeing if there is anything there? You want it to be like the rest of the world? How would that work out so much better?” he asked as he leaned against the wall and watched as guards went by at the other end of the hallway. “Bucky and dating apps? Really? Speed dating? Hell, do you date? We never talked much when we were on the run about stuff like that.”

“I’m just used to being on my own, Sam, even if it isn’t always the best thing for me. And Bucky can live his life however he wishes. It is as much my call to weigh in on his life as it is his about you keeping the shield, and we both know it. I need to fix whatever the hell Wanda tried to do so he isn’t seeing what I’m seeing. No one wants that. Trust me. That level of intimacy is not meant for casual friends. It isn’t meant for lovers much of the time, either. I make exceptions for battle. The rest of the time people need space and privacy.”

You took a deep breath before you got to the Sam-related topic that was really bothering you. “And no, I am not going to take sides on the shield issue. You have your reasons. I respect that. I think you are the perfect man to carry it, but that isn’t my call. Just, please, remember that Buck isn’t likely going to budge on it for a good long time. He’s stubborn, and he’s still finding his way. Anything connected to Steve, in anyone’s hands but yours or mine, will likely send him reeling.”

Bucky came out of the cell area and motioned for you two to join him back at the car. The driver dropped you off at some warehouse, and you could tell Sam was ticked.

You let the guys go in first, and you lingered and looked at the car repair parts and equipment all around the room as you walked in. You had no damned clue why Sam and Bucky were suddenly being so weird.

“Can I walk you through a hypothetical?” Bucky asked as he and Sam walked around the garage bay.

“What did you do?” Sam asked, and Bucky explained to him, in very interesting detail, how someone could, given the right circumstances, break out of jail.

“He didn’t? Did he?” you muttered as you fiddled with some wrenches on a workbench. Sam then freaked out as Helmut Zemo appeared from behind a plastic curtain. “Oh fuck.”

You glared at Zemo as Sam and Bucky went back and forth. Buck was first up in this verbal boxing match, reminding Sam that he had broken the law to help Steve find him back when the team went against the Sokovia Accords. Sam then reminded Bucky in return that Zemo was the one who framed him.

“Here we go again,” you said as you listened to Sam clarifying that Zemo could not do anything that he or Bucky hadn’t cleared him to do, and you cleared your throat to remind the three men that you were still there. “Ah, screw this.” You waved your hand, and soon wrenches, screwdrivers and any other handy car repair tools were floating around your head in some perverted halo, all pointed at Zemo. “I’m glad I got your attention, gentlemen. If you cross them, Zemo, if you do one thing that gets them in trouble, I will open a portal and drop you at the feet of the Dora Milaje.”

“Is she always this animated? I have heard stories about her,” Zemo asked as Sam and Bucky looked like they were waiting for you to send Zemo to Okoye and Ayo now. “We haven’t been properly introduced. Helmut Zemo,” he said as he came over and kissed your hand.

“Kari MacOrish, but of course the former leader of EKO Scorpion would know that already,” you said as you made the items return to their proper places. “And I suggest all three of you remember we are here,” you said as for the briefest of moments The Morrigan came out in all her glory, hair like fire and black wings unfurled. “We are not part of the bloody furniture. So? Where are we headed, Zemo?” you asked as The Morrigan stepped back once more.

“To see a fence I still have a line on. Selby.”

The look on your face said volumes.

“Wait. We’re going to Madripoor?”

“I think the better question is this,” Zemo started to ask before filling a satchel with items from the cars in what you had learned was his personal automobile collection. “Why haven’t you told them your nom de guerre, my dear?”

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joaquinwhorres · 1 year

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WIP Game

@sylviebell & @bobfloydsbabe both tagged me in this and honestly I have so many WIP's that I felt way too overwhelmed to do this until I remembered that this is the internet, and I can make my own rules.

THE RULES: Post the names of all the files the files you're actively thinking about in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like.

» tailspin (4) song?? ('mickey "fanboy" garcia x oc)

» get him back - jake seresin (jake "hangman" seresin x reader)

» fake dating bob (bob floyd x reader)

» kiss it better || ideas (javy machado x oc)

» ocean city au (javy machado x oc, rooster bradshaw x oc)

» hiraeth || ideas (tommy miller x oc)

» crooked wood || ideas (george weasley x oc)

» the fool (9) wheel of fortune (fred weasley x oc)

» jordolph au (5) new years (lee jordan x oc)

» patron saints || ideas (joaquin torres x oc)

» are you nervous (ash garver x oc)

Can you tell I follow a general naming format?

TAGS w/ PRESSURE: @ereardon @yanna-banana @rae-gar-targaryen @veetlegeuse @demxters @tongue-like-a-razor @buckys-estrella

TAGS w/o PRESSURE: @fanboyswhore9 @roosterforme @notroosterbradshaw

#fun and games #wips

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spinachgarden · 2 years

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Arctic Fox chapter 3 is up!

Summary: He didn’t know he knew so many people until he lost them all. Half of them, anyway, but it feels bigger than that, like somehow he’s lost more than everybody else has. For the first time in his life he regrets being social, being friendly, because at least if he was a loner he wouldn’t have so much to lose. So many friends. So many coworkers.

#Joaquin torres #Joaquin torres x oc #Joaquin torres fic #spinachgarden

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donottouchredbutton · 1 year

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Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

she was falling, and there was only one person she trusted to catch her.

set in the same universe as this fic

warnings: angst, fear, canon-typical violence but i think it's pretty vague, reader/ofc has a fear of heights, idk let me know if i'm missing anything

note: idk if this is any good, i wrote it in like four hours unedited while i was trying to distract myself from burnout from work. feedback is always welcome :) also let me know if you notice anything familiar about sunshine's backstory... idk maybe there's something there, maybe there's not. let me know what you think!

She was running for her life. Again. She was really getting tired of this shit.

She remembered a few weeks ago when the worst thing she had to worry about was getting her essays turned in on time, emailing her professors, and working on her thesis, back when she was just a grad student. Since meeting Joaquin, she found herself in trouble a lot more than she ever expected to be.

That wasn’t to say this was the first time she’s ever had to run for her life, or that meeting Joaquin was the start of her getting into trouble. Or that meeting Joaquin was her first time helping a superhero. No, she had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She remembered when she was a teenager the few (multiple) times when her dad’s work followed him home (literally) and having to hide or having to flee her own home just so he could take care of it. Terrifying as it was, she had learned to be good at finding the best hiding spots on the fly. And she still remembered when she was nineteen being trapped in a cage with a monster (who, to be fair, was her dad, but we won’t go into the specifics this time), with the intention of being mauled to death alongside a woman she barely knew. And just a year later, having to travel halfway across the world to help a superhero with identity issues to stop a cult and rescue her dad from said cult (her dad had a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, but he would always tell her that her uncle was even worse).

Yeah. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And she was positive it wouldn’t be her last, either.

But she sure as hell didn’t miss having to do this.

Sam and Joaquin had both understood and agreed initially that they needed her help if they were going to stop this underground terrorist group. Bucky had been on the fence about it at first, thinking her too nice and innocent to get involved, but once she had proved herself in a fight the first time he had realized he had jumped the gun on judging her. She was a formidable opponent while still being able to maintain her happy nature and her positive, love-for-life attitude.

Which was why she found herself in this position for the first time in years. She hadn’t meant to cause a distraction, she had just been sent by the men on a reconnaissance mission to one of their underground meetings while the three of them tried to take out their base of operations nearby. Even to her, the meeting was much bigger than she had been expecting, and the sound of the men updating her on their progress through her earpiece was only confirmation: they were a much bigger threat than they had initially believed. She had been listening to one of the leaders of the group as he slowly but surely began riling everyone up, his voice raising as he spoke to them about forcing order to the world and subjecting the people who had no care for them. He was nearly shouting at that point, and it was honestly beginning to frighten her. She was so ensnared by his words that the sound of Sam yelling through the earpiece completely threw her off her guard.

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

The sound of gunshots on the other end of her earpiece caused her to gasp in fear, which caused her to slap her hand over her mouth in dread. She was scared for her friends, but she was also terrified at the sudden silence that happened in the room next to her after she did so. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as what was surely only a few seconds felt like years as she awaited what would happen. She didn’t dare breathe as she waited, her back pressed against the wall to make herself as small as possible.

“Someone’s here with us. Take care of it.”

The leader’s words were just loud enough for her to hear, but it was more than enough to set her off at a sprint to get out of there.

She had been running for what had felt like forever when she finally thought to check in with the others to make sure they were okay, and to find out what the hell happened.

“What the hell happened?” she shouted through the earpiece.

“They knew we were coming! It was a setup!” Sam shouted back. He and Bucky were fighting off terrorists left and right as they themselves tried to get out of the base. Their initial plan had been to find the leaders at the base and to either a) reason with them and get them to come willingly (Sam’s idea) or b) stop them by any means necessary (Bucky’s idea), but the three men had been met with nearly an entire army once they got there like they knew they were coming. The place had been booby trapped of all things, tipping the group off so that they opened fire seconds later. They all knew that if they were in trouble, she would be too. “Get outta there, now!”

“I’m trying!”

And she was. Unfortunately for her, the place was a maze, and with about ten angry men chasing after her, it was hard for her to focus on where all of the hallways led to rather than just trying to get away from them. Her fear was making it hard to think, and luckily it was making it hard to think about the fear itself. She just needed to get away.

The sound of Joaquin’s voice in her ear immediately began to uncloud her mind. “Find a way to go up! Stairs, ladder, window, anything! I’ll come find you!”

She wasn’t able to think about how he would be able to do so, but she listened to him anyway. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth.

Truthfully, Joaquin didn’t know if he was. He had split from Sam and Bucky once they had opened fire, Sam telling him to fly out of there to find their superior and tell them all they had learned about the group. He often thought about what it would be like to jump out as Falcon, but he wasn’t exactly able to reflect on those expectations when he was in the middle of a life or death situation. He thought once he did so that he was in the clear, but there had been a couple of helicopters right outside waiting for him. So, they had air support. Of fucking course they did.

Joaquin was sure that their superior would get an earful from Sam once they were finally on the clear (if they ever got to that point). He was doing his best to take out the people shooting at him from the helicopters, making sure they stayed focused on him so they wouldn’t start shooting elsewhere, but the entire time his focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he was riddled with guilt.

Joaquin was the one who had fought so hard to convince Sam and Bucky that she could help them on this mission. While they had both known she could handle herself, they were hesitant to let her go into the field with them, especially on a mission like this. She would have to get about as close as she physically could to this terrorist group without them finding out she was there, and they weren’t willing to risk her getting hurt or worse if something went wrong. It was the last thing Joaquin ever wanted, but he saw how hard she fought to convince them. He saw her conviction and determination, and more than anything, he saw that she truly cared. She just wanted to help, and Joaquin knew that. She was running for her life right now because he was the one to convince them to let her help.

She was in danger because of him.

He was right about her needing to find a way up. She had found a door that led her to a staircase all the way up to the roof. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see how close the men were, finding them far away enough for her to be able to lock the door behind her. If she wasn’t running for her life, she would’ve thought about how it definitely seemed like a safety issue for the door to even have a lock, but she was more concerned about buying herself at least a minute or two to get to the top. She didn’t look back again after she locked the door and began to race up the stairs, not until she heard the sound of a gunshot blowing the door open. The information that they did have guns with them scared her more than she thought it would. They liked the chase, and they didn’t want the end to be quick if they did catch her. The thought made her blood run cold, and a new wave of adrenaline filled her as she continued to run.

Once she reached the roof, once again locking the door behind her to buy herself some time, she looked out to try to find Joaquin anywhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. She braced herself as she looked over the edge of the building she was on, and the realization of just how far up she was was quick to set in. She hadn’t realized how long the staircase was nor how far up she had run, but the sight of the city what looked like miles beneath her caused her heart to beat faster for a completely different reason. She could handle most things—monsters, cults, running for her life. Heights weren’t one of those things.

“Joaquin,” she said. She tried to steady the tremble in her voice, trying to control her breathing.

“I’m on my way!” he shouted back, trying to dodge the helicopter that was currently shooting at him. He was not on his way, but he needed to be soon if he wanted any chance of getting to her in time.

The sound of the men chasing her banging on the door to the roof made her jolt, dread filling her veins like venom. They were throwing themselves against the door to get it open. Unsuccessfully, sure, but the knowledge that they had the means to get the door open with their weapons made her believe that this was just a sadistic scare tactic. The thought made her sick.

“Joaquin,” she warned. She was unable to hide the fear she felt from her voice. Even she could hear her voice shake.

So could Joaquin, and he knew they were both running out of time. Taking out the pilot in the final helicopter, he set the thrusters of his wings to full power before jetting off to where she was.

“I’m on my way!” he shouted once again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be there in enough time. Thinking fast, he added, “You’re gonna have to jump!”

Her stomach dropped at the thought. “I can’t,” she whispered. But she knew she was running out of options. The men chasing her would get tired of playing with her, and in seconds they would be out there with her. She’d have nowhere else to go. Her hands were already shaking as the reality of what she had to do was setting in.

And she was right. The sound of the door to the roof being blown open made her jump, and the sight of the men closing in on her filled her with a fear she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

She didn’t think. She ran to the edge of the building and jumped, right before they could grab her.

She’s fallen before. She’s fallen out of tall trees when she was little, her dad constantly scolding her for climbing trees when she knew she might fall, but that’s why she always did it—to get better at climbing without falling. She’s jumped off of high platforms, trying to get down from where she was to try to help someone who needed it. She’s been thrown off of the side of a building before, but even then that was done when she was unconscious. This was something different. Being in free fall for so long, that sinking feeling in her gut never leaving but slowly getting worse as she seemed to fall closer to the ground in slow motion. The air whipped at her as if punishing her for jumping, her fear only growing as it felt like she would be endlessly falling.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think to breathe. She couldn’t think, her mind somewhere up in the clouds that she seemed to remember falling through when she jumped. Her eyes were dripping with tears she couldn’t stop as the cool air burned them as she went. Another punishment, she thought. The air was thin, too, choking her up even more. She couldn’t find her voice, though if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to think about calling for Joaquin again. She couldn’t think about whether he would catch her in time. She just had to continue falling.

Joaquin’s heart raced as he did, his sights set on her as he flew to catch her. He could hear the fear in her voice when she said she couldn’t jump, it had been clear as day to him that she was afraid to. He hadn’t wanted to make her do it, but he knew she had to. And he knew he would rather die than let her hit the ground. He wouldn’t let her get hurt again. He would make sure of it.

When he was finally close enough, his arms reaching for her, Joaquin felt time stop. He couldn’t think. The only thing he could focus on as he reached for her was her eyes. Those eyes he had seen could hold such light and happiness as he had come to know her, those same eyes that were squeezed shut from fear and wet with tears he knew she couldn’t stop. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never daring to let go.

Once she felt him surrounding her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, aware enough to not choke him but clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because it did. There was nothing that would get her to let go. And now that he was holding her, she could finally feel herself breathe again.

They were both silent as he flew them away from the building, away from all of the bad men who wished them harm, away from where she felt for a moment she was falling to her death. The pit in her stomach from falling was gone, replaced with something else she couldn’t place. She still felt sick feeling her insides shaken so much, but it wasn’t just that. She felt a pull inside her, not in her stomach but maybe in her chest. She couldn’t know for sure, still barely able to think or process what was going on. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that she felt well and truly safe wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms.

Joaquin finally landed them on the roof of another building, much much shorter than the one she had jumped from and miles away. With the way she was clutching onto his back, he knew she could use a moment to stand on her own two legs and catch her breath. Once his feet touched the ground, he slowly eased her down as well, taking care to handle her gently for fear of causing her any more grief. His arms didn’t leave her even as she got her footing, nor did they when she leaned heavily against him once she was standing. She was still gripping him for dear life, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was holding her in a similar way.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes. He always made sure that she was, and if she wasn’t, he always did what he could to help.

“…Yeah,” she answered slowly, barely audible if it weren’t for her mouth being so close to his ear. “Just… need a minute.”

Joaquin knew that they didn’t have a minute. He should’ve already been with his superior by now, finishing up with the debrief as they waited for Sam and Bucky to return as well. But he wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms, shaking like a leaf as she tried to calm down. For her, he would make the time.

He readjusted his arms around her so that he was hugging her instead, one arm around her waist while the other came up to her shoulders, his hand holding her head against him and stroking her hair. He tried to steady his breathing in a way that she could follow, willing his own heart rate to slow down as he tried to help her calm down.

She wasn’t the only one who had felt like they were endlessly falling. The only difference was, his had been slow and steady, hardly noticing it was happening until it hit him all at once. And he knew he would fall again and again if it meant getting to hold her like this.

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comicsgeek · 3 years

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Sour Candy [pt.1]

Summary: You're Joaquin Torres' best friend, and one day he introduces you to Sam. Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader, Joaquin Torres x reader (friendship).

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Het, AU, Fluff, OOC.

"I'll be there soon."

Joaquin saw this message on his phone and smiled. This message was from his friend. How he missed this formidable and fiery girl, because after school their paths diverged and they saw each other extremely rarely.

Torres turned around because he heard the heels and was just shocked. She grew up and became a beautiful flower.

You switched to easy running and waved your hand at him.

- Joaquin, sweetheart, you're such an adult. I barely recognized you. - you hugged him.

- I'm glad to see you too, redhead. You've changed so much. - he hugged you back.

- Oh God. I have no words. - you have taken away a little of each other.

- Hey, pigeons.

You both looked at the man that said that. It was Sam Wilson.

- Sam, buddy, hi.

Wilson came closer to you.

- Your girlfriend? - he asked, pointing to you.

- Oh, no. She's my best friend. I've known her since school.

You looked at Sam and he did the same. For a long time, you've felt something strange. Are those the butterflies in your stomach?

All thoughts are mixed in your head. Why is it that causes such unusual feelings? What is he so special about?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sam.

- I'm Sam Wilson. What's your name, young lady?

- I'm Y/N Y/L/N.

- Beautiful name and beautiful girl. That's a great combination, I think.

He made you get a little embarrassed.

- Thank you, Sam.

Your phone rang in your bag. It was a message from one of the girls of the group you were in charge of. Again questions about the performance.

- I'm sorry, boys, but I have to leave you because I need my help in some places. I'll see you again.

You smiled and hastened to go, left the guys alone.

- You liked her. I see. - said Torres. - Invite her somewhere.

- It seemed to you. - Sam tried to hold back his thoughts, which were now just about her.

Joaquin laughed.

- You're made for each other.

You trained and prepared a group of girls to perform about the new Captain America. Each of them was very worried, so you tried to support them.

That day came and you performed as well as possible with them that you even received some awards.

Sam saw you perform on TV. He was fascinated by you that he decided to listen to Torres' words and invite you somewhere.

But soon the events began with the Flag Smashers and you eventually met at the police station, where there was a new Captain America.

But you were there for a reason, but because one of the girls of your group was detained for some far-fetched reasons.

You were mad about it. And your red suit caught the attention of everyone in the precinct.

- I demand that she be released immediately.

- Ma'am, you can't...- you interrupted a cop.

- Can't what? You have captured a poor girl for some far-fetched reasons, you are unprovenly arresting people.

But then John Walker intervened.

- Hey, baby, chill, why are you so angry?

- No one asked you now, so shut up and don't turn up.

The guy opened his mouth with surprise. Sam and Bucky looked at you with respect.

You got yours and the girl was released, took her home and went. At that moment, a text message came from an unfamiliar number. But you could only read it at home so as not to be distracted behind the wheel.

"Hi, it's Sam Wilson. You shut John up awesome. I have a question for you here. What do you do tonight? Can we go somewhere? "

You were embarrassed and smiled.

And again a message from him.

"Let me call you."

You said yes to him. And he immediately called and you picked up the phone. You talked lovely, and it seemed like you'd known each other forever.

Sam turned out to be very nice and kind, you rarely met people like him.

You went with him to a cafe, where you sat quietly and ate. He's like a true gentleman walking you home.

Then you first kissed.

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #anthony mackie #sam wilson x oc #joaquin torres #danny ramirez #the falcon #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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treasureswordsgirl55 · 3 years

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First Dance Since 1943

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Inspired by (song): I still don’t remember it, actually 😬

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Fem!StarkScientist Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Dancing at Work. Insecurities. Jokes. Memories.

Author's Note: Hello!!! I hope you're ok today ❤️.

First of all, thanks you for all the replies on my last Fics! Really that is very appreciated 😍

This fic was the first that I ve write with Bucky when the series came out, so... This was the first steps of my new (lost) love about Bucky (And Sebastian too)

I hope you like this one!!!

XOXO ❤️

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- Leslie - He raised his head as soon as he heard Joaquín's voice and gave him a smile when he saw him poke his head through the door of my office, even though it is transparent - I bring Sam with me so you can take a look at Redwing.

- It will be my pleasure - I mutter as I type a quick reply to Agent Johnson about the malfunction of Agent Sousa's new pistol. Men who come from bygone ages have serious problems with modern technology - How can I help you?

He looked up from the laptop and my eyes meet that sad look that my dreams seemed to reflect conscientiously. The owner of those blue eyes and painful memories sees me with a hint of a smile while his partner holds Redwing as if I were going to touch him just to detonate him.

- I want it to be clear that I let you intervene with him only because Torres made it clear to me that you worked for Stark.

I give a laugh that reflects my nervousness as I turn to Bucky.

- Sergeant Barnes.

- Hey. How have you been, Leslie? - The way my name sounds in his voice, which is seductive without even looking for it makes him feel that my legs melt like jelly at those words.

- Busy with so much work - I reach out to Sam making a mental note of how good that blue shirt looks on Bucky and coming to the conclusion that men who come from 1940 like the color blue - What is it? What it's the problem?

- The laser was decalibrated. I wanted to repair it but it was impossible.

- If you let me examine it, at most I will have it ready in a couple of hours - The soldier nods somewhat suspiciously but takes a step back as soon as I take that small device. - The dream of any woman, to fix one of the many work items of the Avengers.

Sam laughs as he begins to explain that he is no longer part of the Avengers as many believe. To all this, Bucky, as I allow myself to call him in my thoughts, is in silence, leaning against one of the many glass walls of the room, looking out of the building and I do not doubt for a second when I believe that he was not paying attention in the least to our conversation.

Joaquín's voice interrupts my thoughts and from the smile he brings, I know that every time he meets these two men, he considers himself one of the luckiest beings in the universe.

- Excuse me, Sam - The two men turn around as I turn the little drone and see the typical signs that this prototype of Stark technology is very poorly maintained. I make a mental note not to say that to Sam and concentrate on fixing the laser as I hear them being called from "Higher Spheres" as I call high-ranking Air Force people - They need you, there's a new report on the mission in Libya.

- Take good care of him, Leslie - I nodded smiling without looking up and muttered a "Better than you, sure" that was only audible to me.

If there was one thing he hated about Stark technologies, it was that, in addition to having the F.R.I.D.A.Y tech matrix, and without it, he couldn't do much more than touch some cables and hope the little drone would work. And i prayed that would work, otherwise i would have to ask Pepper for permission to use her facilities, but Sam would flatly refuse to take Redwing to Stark Industries.

- He screwed it up, didn't he?

I jerked my head up when I heard Bucky's voice and when I looked at him, he was still in the same position as before, looking outside the building.

- I thought you had left with Sam ...

- Excuse me, I did not want to scare you - He approached the table where i was working and indicated the drone with his metal arm, which he no longer hid under layers of clothing, much less, leather gloves - He treats that drone very badly .

- Sorry?

- Do you think that murmur was imperceptible only for you? I assure you that Sam heard it too- I cursed as he dropped the tools i had in my hands and covered my face with both, wishing that the earth would open and swallow me, as a minimum option.

- Why didn't you go with Sam? and please do not get me wrong, I like the company and I like that you are here, but it is simple curiosity - I cursed myself internally as I listened over and over again to the words that I had said aloud and I wanted the earth to pity me again and swallow me. Definitely Joaquín's idea of just nodding and not talking was an excellent idea to implement.

Had I told him out loud that I liked him being there? Oh my God…

- This is Sam's land, I don't fit in here.

- And yet, here you are - I take Redwing and walk to the testing room of the laboratory that is adjacent to my office, where the music begins to play as soon as I enter the small room and as much as I want to deactivate it, I can not do it. I resign myself as soon as I hear Bucky's footsteps behind me and as soon as he enters the room, it seems too small with him there. I put the drone on the long metal table that occupies a large part of it and I type the password in the auxiliary panel of one of the screens around me and the little drone turns on, taking flight a few meters above our heads - At least It leaves me happy that I still fly with all those blows.

- I'm surprised that it's still whole - Bucky's murmur makes me laugh as I calibrate the laser to shoot the target in front of him. I try to shoot but nothing happens. I curse silently as I see from the corner of my eye that the man cautiously observes the room, as he stops when the first melodies of “She's got a Way” by Billy Joel begin to play- Do you like the music of the 20th century?

- I'll tell you the truth: I don't like current music, I prefer the lyrics of 1980s artists where they say heartfelt things rather than the lyrics that speak about certain topics in a very direct way. 1980 was a very good time, maybe you would like it.

- I have a list of songs on Spotify that I listened to in the 40's. I thought I couldn't find them again - The hint of melancholy that invades his voice makes for a moment that I wanted to meet that 23-year-old young man who should be very different from the one in front of me, with a totally different way of being and without all the suffering that would happen later - What if, that was when I learned to use a computer.

- You know, you would get along with Agent Sousa from SWORD - He turned at the mention of the new agency with a frown, clearly annoyed at the idea of interacting with another agency. - He's just like you, technically speaking.

- He went through psychological torture and became a Hydra assassin? -The sincerity and ease with which those words came out of his mouth made my eyes fill with tears. The pain in his voice made my words sound clearly wrong in that conversation.

- No ... He also comes from an ancient time, like you and Steve. Only Daniel was taken out of 1955 because of Agent Coulson and his feeling of not being able to let him die in front of his eyes - Bucky nodded as he stood next to me again and watched my movements on the screen trying to get Redwing to respond, something that did not happen - Perhaps it would do them good to chat between the two ... You are not from the same era, but I imagine that their feelings towards this century are similar, and both are adapting. You can get to understand each other more than they think.

- I will keep it in mind…. Thank you, Doll - I felt the heat begin to rise up my neck at that nickname and I assumed that my cheeks must be a scarlet red color, because, despite the fact that it was cold in that room, I felt that I was on fire - I all this is strange, even though I know this technology, it is difficult for me not to relate it to all this - Unconsciously, he touches his metal arm and I let out a sigh. I'd like to know how to help him get through that, but I don't know how to do it without bringing up bad memories.

- Is there something you like?

- What are you talking about? - I put aside the PADD I had in my hands and touched the "Stand By" button for Redwing to return to his original position in the center of the table.

- Sometimes, learning becomes easier when there is something you like - I lean on the table while he remains silent and I watch him waiting for his answer, but all I get is a smile about something he is thinking - What makes you smile?

- Dance. I haven't danced in a long time. Since 1943, to be exact - He leans on the other end of the table, facing me exactly and gives me a look with a flash of mischief - And I'm not going to those places that they call discos to dance with someone.

I laughed at his tone of indignation, when I could contain my laughter, I saw him watching me with what seemed like affection, but I tried not to give it too much importance, but when I felt that my heart was going to leave my chest so hard it hit my rib cage.

- Why that tone against the discos?

- The music is too loud and there are colored lights that I don't even know what they are called, plus you can't talk to anyone - I laughed again at his complaints that were very sincere and were very similar to mine - Don't make fun of me.

- I do not, I am funny the tone you use. You seem really annoyed with it - Bucky rolls his eyes and taps on the table - What do you miss most about 1940?

- Everything, my family, my friends, my life ... The way I could go to an amusement park and not have to worry about whoever saw me wanted to run out of fear, when I could take a girl on a date without I would worry about my past, dancing with someone, that closeness that made me so comfortable and so relaxing at the same time.

- Well, at least the dance thing can be fixed - I take my iPhone out of my pocket and search the playlist for Eric Clapton's song, Wonderful Tonight and once the notes start to play, I walk over to Bucky, holding out my hand towards him, in an attack of courage, the kind that I don't usually have, but all that was to get a smile from the owner of those beautiful sad eyes - Would you dance this song with me?

Although I notice that my actions catch him off guard, he smiles at me and takes my hand, nodding his head.

When the two of us are standing in front of each other, I realize that I don't know where to put my hands, much less stop to think if that could be uncomfortable for him. I wanted to back away, looking for a good enough excuse before falling into the misfortune of having to apologize to him, but Bucky, who will have simply seen my worried expression, took my free hand and brought it to his forearm, and laid it there gently, While with his right hand he held mine, and with his metal arm, he encircled my waist, drawing me close to him. We began to move slowly to the beat of the music, but he was definitely the one leading the way.

- How does it feel to dance decently again? - I was silent at the inappropriate comment and let out a sigh while I concentrated on trying not to step on it.

- It feels strange to do it after a long time - Bucky ignores my comment or downplays it, but when I look at him, I realize that he is concentrating on remembering the steps and trying to guide the inexperienced woman in front of him.

- To do it a long time ago, you do it very well - He shakes his head, trying not to smile, and before I even knew it, he released one of my hands and made me turn, taking my hand perfectly synchronized at the end of it.

- If Steve were here, I'd say it's innate ability.

- Well, if he makes you feel more comfortable, this is my first time dancing with someone, that is, I dance with a man. And I must admit that I never believed it would be in my workplace.

- Why's that? - I let out a sigh as I watch him at the same time that he looks towards the laboratory door. When he looks back at me, in his blue eyes I can see a flicker of doubt and curiosity.

Anyone could feel safe with my poor social and love life.

- It's weird to dance in your workplace. Everyone here is watching you from the other side of the glass and ...

- I meant because you never danced with anyone - Oh ... I drop my head until it almost touches his chest, but I feel that the pressure of his arm grows stronger around my waist, as if he knows that I am about to fall and I won't notice - I'm sorry if the question bothers you.

- No, no, he doesn't. What happens is that I'm not usually the type of girl who gets asked to dance. Besides, I don't like going to the disco or going out at night. In that respect I am similar to you - I admit while he gives me a smirk - I prefer to stay home and read. Or spend time with my cat.

- Intellectuals are the best - Bucky's voice sounds annoying and safe at the same time, as if something in his own words bothered him.

- But the less interesting for the men of this time apparently, more when they talk a lot about science and current affairs - Between the chords of the music, I get him to laugh. And I must admit, he has a beautiful smile, one of the prettiest I have ever seen, in fact. I start to laugh and in the midst of my laughter, he spins me around again at the same time the song ends.

- Not for me. Are you sure you didn't come out of the 40's like me? - We don't even part, and our hands are still joined as I shake my head.

I smile as I take a step away from him as I pick up my cell phone to stop the music and see him approach the window again.

- No, but I think I was born at the wrong time.

- Thanks for this - his murmur reaches me far away, but with a clear hint of satisfaction in his voice. I smile happy to have served my purpose.

- Thanks to you, at least I have experienced what it feels like to dance with someone.

- You will do it more often, trust me.

- I take the word.

Sam who had arrived at the scene a few minutes before with Torres, smiled as he watched the whole scene and remembered those days when he took advantage of Steve's innocence with women and smiled wistfully when he realized that Bucky was the clear image of his best friend. Seeing him for a moment concentrating on something other than work filled him with satisfaction, perhaps Joaquín's idea of bringing him here hadn't been so bad after all.

Then he would take advantage of letting him know of his observations when the two of them were alone.

I turn towards the door as soon as I hear a series of light knocks and I meet Sam's mischievous smile, who sees me as if he had discovered gold or something much more valuable.

- I'm so sorry to interrupt, but we have work, Buck.

- Sure - Bucky turns to where I am and before he could even move me away, he takes one of my hands and leaves a kiss on it. I can barely contain the sigh that tries to escape from my lips and I simply remain silent, feeling how the color begins to invade my cheeks, in the company of the heat - Thanks for the dance.

- My pleasure, Sergeant Barnes.

Sam, who is behind us, rolls his eyes and leans against the door while Bucky approaches him with a heavy sigh - Don't even think about making jokes about this.

- Did I say something? - I let out a laugh at his comical and ironic tone as Bucky walks past him shaking his head. "See you later, Leslie." I need to make some arrangements on the suit.

- Yes Sir.

Sam glares at me as Torres chuckles at my horrified expression. I forgot he don't like me calling him sir.

- Sorry, Sam.

After a few minutes, I find myself alone again, so I return to the laboratory to work on Redwing and allow myself to release that sigh that I have been holding since Bucky appeared in that room.

That moment had been incredible ... Even if it was only that, a moment that will remain in my head.

I startle as soon as I hear a knock on the door, I take off the receiver and as soon as I turn around, I see that the one at the door is Bucky, who has his left hand hidden behind his back.

- You know, "Sergeant" is very formal - he leaves his left hand exposed and has a white flower on it. I doubt if I approach but I do it feeling that the colors begin to invade my face. No one had never given me flowers. That gesture was beautiful, I take it and I respond with a smile - Call me James.

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