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Red [chapter 3]

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Original Female Character (OFC)

Summary:

Eleana Harlow (Ellie) is an Enhanced Individual turned Avenger. She's also Steve's everything. She just doesn't really know it yet.

Warnings: non-canon, slight canon divergence, sorta established relationship, OFC has powers and is POWERful, enhanced!reader, protectiveSteve!, softDom!Steve, steve and OFC are intimate, angst, eventual smut, friend(ish) to lovers, mentions of mental health issues and PTSD, mentions of dissociative episodes, mentions of violence/death but its not too explicit. (* indicates chapters containing smut)

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Chapter 03. She Needed Him

Six months ago…

“Phoenix, we need you over here!” Natasha rasped into her ear piece. There was a fire in one of the office buildings due to a bomb explosion. Tasked with evacuating any survivors, Ellie dove straight to the scene.

“On my way, Romanoff.” Ellie affirmed. A suicide bomber that was hired by Hydra decided to interfere with their mission by literally setting off a bomb in an area further away from where the real action was. Where Steve was fighting Brock Rumlow, Sam and Wanda dealing with his bandits were going after biochemical warfare. Tony flying towards what seemed to be Hydra’s new base location. The team being split into three completely different sections, Ellie and Natasha had to do what they could on this side.

Finally reaching the outskirts of the burning building, Ellie was breathing heavily while she saw Natasha coughing and looking rough for wear – but was still holding up a severely injured civilian. “Nat, stay back. I got this.”

Natasha let out a muffled ‘copy’ while Ellie held out her hands with every intention of putting out these fires. She focused all of her energy on absorbing the fire’s vitality and the raging flames started slowly dissipating into steam, gradually evaporating in the air. Smoke still could be smelt heavily although the fires were no longer a pressing issue.

The hardest part of Ellie’s powers were that as she took away the fire externally, she was also inviting it in internally. She brought it back into herself. Her forearms shined a bright blazing orange all the way up to her shoulders, as she breathed slowly through the heat. Her veins glowing something bright. Concentrating on enmeshing the fire back into her always required more effort when she took it away. The fire had to go somewhere and she could take it. That’s what her powers were meant to do.

Shuddering at the pressure and weight of the flames, she felt the familiar sensation of an intense heat sinking into her skin. Ellie couldn’t help but let out a pained grunt. Feeling her body envelop fire was always the most painful part. But she was well-versed at handling it.

Still processing and embracing the current heat flowing in her body, she faintly heard Steve’s aggressive questioning, “What did you just say?!” She frowned and looked towards his direction where she could faintly see his outline and his grip on Rumlow tight, pulling him close.

“Your precious Bucky asked for you. Before they put his head back in the blender.” Rumlow revealed with a distorted grin on his face.

Ellie was just coming back into herself when she felt her heart drop. She quickly gave a glance to Natasha who glanced back. She was still directing civilians to a safer area across the way but even the Russian spy was pausing slightly and moving slower at hearing the revelation.

“Where is he?” Steve demanded threateningly. Rumlow merely let out a gruffled laugh and tore open his vest to further reveal grenades strapped to his chest. “Well, I guess you’ll never find out.” He pulled a pin.

“STEVE!” Ellie bellowed. Horror filled her entire being. It was like time just slowed down, and suddenly she found herself running. Not away from the explosion. But towards it…towards Steve.

A distance away, Steve reacted too late and was about to suffer the consequences until Rumlow was enveloped with a red glow. Steve sharply glanced over at Wanda to see her attempting to control the explosion with a grimace on her face.

“Wanda, push him up and away from us!” Ellie suddenly shouted into the ear piece and was halfway to reaching them. Wanda listened to her command and tried to wait for her to reach them but she couldn’t hold onto the power of the Rumlow’s explosion any longer. Wanda struggled and suddenly thrusted her hands upwards with a shout, catapulting Rumlow 50 feet into the air.

Ellie’s eyes widened in panic as she knew that she wouldn’t make it in time. Stopping in place, she thrust out her own hands in Rumlow’s direction to consume the flames. Absorbing fire into her body was a practiced skill, but that still didn’t make it easy. Ellie acted on pure instinct in trying to call back the flames that were aggressively waiting to be released from Rumlow’s burned body. However, trying to absorb instantaneous flames that were in the air that came from this far of a distance was not something that she has ever done before. Ellie had also never attempted to enmesh flames for a long amount of time. Any attempt in the past has landed her either in a severe, dissociative state, or had caused her to pass out.

At that moment though, Ellie didn’t think about what would happen to her. Loud grunts were all she could let out as she grit her teeth against the massive pressure overriding her body. Ellie’s arms were straining as she invited the flames inside. The explosive fire caught down to her shoulders and chest. She could feel her yearning for the fire to flow through her. Desperate to move the element away from Steve. Almost like trying to seduce it into a new container.

Her eyes widened as the fire looked never-ending. The flames were complying but not fast enough. Ellie’s aptitude suddenly shifted in her pain, her eyes squinting determinedly. “Whatever it takes.” she thought. A transformative force swept through her entire body and suddenly, something else was driving her call now. It was evident that it didn't care for Ellie’s life. It was unafraid, callous, fierce, and alive.

Steve’s eyes widened in fear as he saw Ellie fall hard onto her knees, half of her body was now on fire.

“RED, LET IT GO!” Steve shouted into his com-piece. Ellie either didn’t listen to or hear the Captain’s command as her arms shook violently. Her once hazel eyes now glowed a wild and rageful orange. Red flames were erupting all over her body. She couldn’t hold it in anymore, and let out a blood curling, pained scream. Her back bowed, her arms now outstretched away from her body, the rush of the explosion now completely enveloping her body. Flames poured out of her body simultaneously, almost flaying like wings. Her stature resembled her namesake, the Phoenix.

“Move your ass, Cap! She’s going to go into a hyper-pressurized supernova if she doesn’t let it go!” Tony warned. During Ellie’s power testing, they found that her powers allowed her to withstand intense heat. As hot as the power of the Sun…but while she can manipulate the fire, holding onto it and retaining it was something that could still kill others around her, and even herself in the process. Especially if she took on too much at one time.

Steve’s feet moved before Tony could even finish his urgent warning. Speeding towards Ellie, still begging her to let it go in their comms, Steve also shouted at Wanda to contain her. “Wanda, can you stop her?”

Wanda’s bright glow can be seen wrapping around Ellie’s “body.” At this point, her entire body was just a harsh emblem of fire. Her face was barely palpable.

Struggling to contain her teammate’s power, Wanda responded through gritted teeth, “She’s starting to absorb flames from other parts of the city. I don’t think she even realizes that she’s doing it! I’m trying to reach her - she’s too strong!” Ellie was hard to see amidst the blaze, but they could all see that her body was still working on embracing the inferno of flames. Her “face” turned towards the sky and her back arched with flames entering her body without permission.

Steve felt the ache in his legs as he pushed harder. “Cap! You need to frost her. NOW!” Tony yelled through the coms. Steve panted and slowed down his pace. He realized that even if he could reach her in time, he would be useless in stopping her. Her powers were now in control, the flames now glowing into something ethereal. The fire emoted passion and seemed threateningly lively.

His eyes sunk and filled with despair as he placed one hand to his ear and lowly said, “Wanda, slow down the fire intake as best as you can.” The StarkWatch’s interface on his cuff now glowing blue, Steve made a motion to extend the watch over his own hand. The device now resembled Iron Man’s notorious repulsor gauntlet.

Wanda’s eyes cut to him in a panic as she desperately pulled at Ellie’s prone body, doing her best to either slow down or extract the flames. “It’s no use…her powers are killing her.” she thought. Wanda knew that this was inevitable. Ellie was dying, and they had to try to save her.

An emergency‘frost’ was a last minute resort should Ellie ever be found in a compromising position where her powers were uncontrollable. The repulsors would emit nano-tech driven particles that attached to her biometric signature to shut down Ellie’s entire body, even ‘pausing’ her life functions for a period of time.

When they all heard about the device for the first time, Steve was the first to react. “What do you mean, ‘pause’?” Steve interrupted Tony’s nonchalant explanation. Silence grew as Tony glanced at Steve with reluctance in his eyes. Steve slowly glowered in fury, no longer needing the explanation. He knew what it meant and he wanted to destroy the device at that very moment. Usually Tony was able to respond with a humored quip, or tailspin it to be not such a big deal.

But even he couldn’t mask the fact that ‘pause’ really meant ‘to end’.

With her body shut down, her powers would therefore become inactive. But that also translated into her being lifeless and at that moment, dead . Being vehemently met with angry protests, Tony quickly explained that the very device that could end her life also had the potential to bring her back. The nanobots would still be active in her system from the repulsor charge and would give enough time for them to activate her life functions once more and bring her back. Even after the team found out about the power of this device, they were revolted by the real, dreadful possibility of being the person to end their friend’s life. To also be the one responsible to try to bring her back.

While her friends agreed to only use it in true emergencies only, Ellie emphatically encouraged her team to use the contraption should the Phoenix ever take control. Steve stared darkly and intensely at Ellie. A wild look in his eyes ignited further once he heard her encouraging words.

She understood that she may lose her life, but to her that didn’t matter as much, because she knew that using it would also save theirs. Steve stormed out of the room at that point. It took a while for him to even acknowledge, much more agree, to use the device in the field. Because even though Ellie felt differently about her life, Steve knew what it was like to have the power of sacrifice. He knew the regret that was left behind once a decision was made.

To Steve, he didn’t care if the world burned. Her life was, and is, always the priority.

But now as he outstretched his trembling arm, Steve unsteadily felt the gravity of this decision once more as he turned the repulsor in Ellie’s direction. His world slowed down and he tuned out everything else. He could barely hear Wanda and Sam’s panic, Tony shouting to activate the gauntlet, nor could he hear Nat’s calm voice reassuring him of his choice.

All he could think of at that moment was Ellie’s smiling face, her laugh. Her stubbornness. Her endearing warmth and compassionate nature. Her soft skin grazing the back of his hand, the flushed red in her cheeks. Secret and unspoken gazes that they would share in moments where they were able to be authentic and together. Their bond.

Steve’s eyes suddenly squinted in determination. She wasn’t going to die. He won’t let her. She’s always the priority. His arm steadied, and he fired.

“Guys, I already told you that I’m fine. You can stop hovering.” Ellie suppressed a shudder that ran through her body. She glanced up and gave her team a reassuring smile as if her body wasn’t completely on fire. Minus the pun.

It’s been about 24 hours since they had to bring Ellie back from the brink of death. Dr. Cho and her team were at the ready and had her placed into the healing cradle straight from the quinjet. She woke up with a sharp gasp only 7 hours ago. Hearing only quiet exclamations from Wanda that she was alright and that they were now back on base.

The cradle was able to repair any injuries that she sustained from the fight, and from the use of her powers. For the first time since she had discovered her powers, Ellie had a burn sustained on both of her shoulder blades. Dr. Cho was in noticeable disbelief when she told her that the cradle did what it could to help the burns- but what it left behind is something that the cradle couldn’t fix.

Looking at the bathroom mirror, Ellie turned around and saw two outlines of wings on the back of her shoulders and going along the length of her spine. The marks weren’t very noticeable, but the faint lines of the wings did glisten with a red-rainbow aurora every time and again. When the subtle shine lifted around the edges of her right wing, she gasped.

“They’re beautiful…” she wondered out loud as she lightly traced the outlines of the markings. Ellie couldn’t really comprehend nor could she wrap her mind around the fact that she had quite literally died in the past 24 hours, came back to life, found literal glowing tattoos branded onto her body, and most importantly… that Steve hadn’t once come by to check on her since they put her into the cradle.

When she woke up from her “slumber of death” (Tony was already cracking jokes that the rest of the team were not laughing at, but she knew it was his way of caring and coping), Wanda was already sitting next to her, reassuring her, and letting her know that she and everyone else is safe. When she left to go get the others, it was Tony, Bruce and Natasha coming by to check in. Bruce naturally went into doctor mode to check on her stabilizing vitals and asked her how she was feeling. Meanwhile, Tony clapped her on the shoulder awkwardly while giving a short smile. Natasha welcomed her back and gave her forearm an affectionate squeeze with her signature smirk on her face.

But no Steve.

When Ellie muttered his name quietly, the team went eerily silent. A glance between Nat and Tony, and a wavering, guilty sigh from Wanda, Nat took the lead. With her classic nonchalant tone, she replied, “He’s debriefing with Sam to Fury and the council. Some things happened while you were out that have to be parsed through.”

Now back in bed, Ellie blinked sleepily. Her eyes felt so tired. “What things?”

The rest of the room’s occupants were still quiet. Ellie felt awake once more at the team’s silence. Her brain was slower than usual, but it didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to deduce what must have happened.

“...I died, didn’t I?” Ellie warily asked.

Wanda and Tony were quiet but fidgety, looking down at the floor with angst. Bruce was pretending to look at her chart but his eyes perked up every now and then. Natasha’s expression was unwavering and she moved to squeeze her shoulder. “You were gone for longer than we would have appreciated. But, we brought you back with Stark’s nanotech.”

Ellie merely blinked once, “How long?”

Natasha’s expression did change this time, only slightly, coming from her place of nonchalance to forming a mild frown. “You were clinically considered dead for 7 minutes. By the time that we got back to base, you were down for another 5 until we got you into the cradle. Once you were in, you were already starting to stabilize.”

Ellie couldn’t hold back her panic. “11 minutes?!” her thoughts went wild. It wasn’t even completely because of the fact that she had died and needed to be resuscitated. Her thoughts went wild because she knew that during those 11 minutes, Steve thought that she was dead.

Steve, strong, charismatic, and powerful Steve, had thought that he had lost her forever for those 11 minutes. For 11 minutes, she didn’t have the opportunity to tell him that she was going to be okay. Or tell him that even if she did die, he would be okay. She cared about him…she loved him. Faintly, she could hear an increased ‘beeping’ noise but thought nothing of it. She could only think about seeing Steve. And yet, she came back, and he wasn’t there.

Ellie felt another hand on her shoulder, “Sestra, you need to calm down. Relax.” Wanda gave her an affectionate rub while pouring calm into her thoughts. At Wanda’s words, she took a deep breath and exhaled. The beeping that she heard was slowing steadily. She couldn’t see it but Bruce was on standby with a sedative just in case. If her heart rate increased, her core temperature would heighten and they couldn’t risk her body being placed into that position again so soon.

Ellie took another breath and on her exhale said, “Does he know that I’m back?”

It was Tony who responded this time, “FRIDAY just let him know two minutes ago, Dante.”

Before she could ask another question, Natasha interrupted her, “We’ll let you know when he gets here, okay? Until then, you need to rest, ptichka.” She gestured to Bruce and all of a sudden, Ellie felt a small prick on her arm. She frowned and let out an exhausted sigh. Everything floated back to black.

With Ellie now out for the count, Wanda looked back at her two mentors with a contemplative look. “Should we have told her that it was him that activated the repulsor?”

“No,” Natasha said resolutely. Her voice carried into a soft whisper, “We all saw him on the jet. Let them talk it through when he gets here.”

“I’ll have FRIDAY redirect Cap to the lab. I’m sure they’ll need all the space that they can get.” Tony mentioned out loud. “Us too, when you think about it.” Tony’s quip had the two women direct annoyed glances over his way.

“I think what you meant to say, Stark, was that you’ll need space away from Rogers.” Natasha repurposed with a smirk on her face. Bruce, who was still looking at Ellie’s charts, let out a small chuckle, “It was that bad, huh?”

Tony rolled his eyes at that, “Yeah, well, I can’t fault him too much for it, can I? I, technically, was the one who told him to use it on his dear little ‘Red.’ But look at her now, all spry, a little pale, but alive!” He sprung out his arms in accomplishment.

Natasha ignored his comments and replied to Bruce, “Let’s just say that Stark was lucky that he was in the suit.” One last glance over at Ellie’s resting form, she turned to walk back to the conference room that she was in with Steve and Sam. Hearing from afar, Tony was still ranting about how he saved Ellie’s life, and Wanda’s admonishment for the creation of the device – Natasha went onto the elevator. When the doors closed, she allowed her mask to fall and her eyes to close in her own exhaustion.

They also didn’t manage to tell Ellie that Steve already knew that she was awake by the time that they got to the lab. They didn’t tell her that Steve merely glanced down with his jaw clenched. A dreaded look in his eyes. Recognizing the look of inner turmoil when she saw it, Nat offered to go check in on her in place of him.

Exiting the elevator, she could see that their debrief was wrapping up. She entered the glass room and sneaked a glance at Steve. Sam looked at her curiously as she entered while Steve visibly froze and slowly turned his head to acknowledge her presence. One look into his eyes confirmed a sense of worry and desperation. Although his stiff body looked ready to run out of the room, Natasha knew that his brooding moment was over since she had left. If he had to run, he would run to her.

Fury’s holographic figure was seen in front of them, the world security council directly behind him. Their expressions tense, Fury directed his question at Natasha, “Status report on Harlow?”

Natasha’s face didn’t expose any vulnerabilities. “Agent Harlow is now stable but sedated. She was notified of the mission debrief during her moment of consciousness, and had expressed that she would report in to debrief personally as soon as she was able.”

Fury knew that more had happened than she was letting on. Of course he does, he’s Fury. But everyone in that room understood that the World Security Council didn’t need to know anything other than the fact that she’s alive. Last thing that they need is to send Ellie to the Raft and claim her to be government property. For them to use as they please.

Steve wasn’t quelled by her response. He initially chose to debrief for the team because he just couldn’t see Ellie, look at her still and quiet body any longer. His eyes briefly closed as he reflected on what he witnessed in the jet. Ellie was just lying there. Her face devoid of any emotion, any expressiveness of her being alive. No pain, nothing. The nanotech was meant to instantly revive her once they called back the ‘frost’ command, but after what felt like hours (which was more like a long two minutes), she still wouldn’t wake up.

On his knees, all he could do was stare at her limp hand that dangled across the table while the others frantically started to do what they could to revive her. He briefly recalled Stark talking to FRIDAY about the repulsors’ status of the nanotech now existing in her lifeless body, and could see Sam hurriedly administering CPR. Wanda silently cried and held her other hand with a red glow, trying to reach into some level of her consciousness. Natasha had one hand on his shoulder that he could barely feel, asking him if he was okay.

Steve was silent, growing more and more despondent. All he thought was, “Was he okay? He just killed Ellie, his Red. His best friend. The person that he swore to protect. A person that he loved and didn’t get the chance to tell her before she died. She wasn’t waking up. No. he was not okay.”

At that point, he did remember something feral overcoming his shock as he noticed Tony struggling with his holographic interface. All he could think of was that Stark and his stupid gadgets had just jeopardized everything that he held dear to him. He wasn't able to stop himself from throwing Tony to the side of the quinjet. He could still barely feel Natasha's and Wanda's hands trying to get him off of Stark's metal frame.

“The Phoenix was a trial period for the Avengers Initiative. Our concern still stands. What if another incident like this happens again?” A voice filled with suspicion and fear filled the space, suddenly snapping Steve out of his disturbing reverie.

“Agent Harlow is an experienced, classified SHIELD agent and has demonstrated her place with the Avengers. She has helped save the world and the seats that you are currently sitting on. Are you going to keep insisting that she is still apart of a “trial period”, Councilwoman?” Fury directed back to the council member.

“Her efforts in preserving the world are not going unnoticed, Director. Nor is it under-appreciated. It doesn’t change the fact that The Phoenix is an enhanced individual that is still progressing in power as we know it. As we have evidently seen today, she is dangerous. Her powers grow, and your team has yet to uncover the maximum potential that she holds. Much more, a level of containment. How can we have faith in your capabilities to determine the world’s safety upon a high-risked enhanced?” Another councilman shot back.

From behind Fury, a scoff can be heard by Sam. “This is ridiculous. That ‘enhanced’ had saved our lives. Without her, we would all be fried meat by now with a lot more casualties reported in Lagos.” Sam expressed his anger unashamedly.

The same councilman huffed in response, “That may be so, Mr. Wilson. It again doesn’t change the fact that she may better serve the people under more… structured systems. Systems in place that will enable a safer environment for the AI team to move freely. Without hazardous material on board.”

Steve could feel his ire raging hearing the council member’s words. How dehumanizing they are in treating Ellie’s life as dispensable.

“Perhaps we need to re-evaluate the AI team in accordance with the Accords once more. If the UN finds that the Phoenix was non compliant with the agreements, we will need to revisit this conversation.” Underneath these thin words was the threat of dividing the team. Laced with the exposure of the Phoenix being arrested and determined government property in a floating base in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The image of Ellie disposed away, away from the team, and from him broke him.

“That’s enough.” The room went quiet under the command from the otherwise silent Captain America.

Steve glared at the holographic forms with a rage that even the council members could palpably see. “The Avengers Initiative is still upholding the agreements with the Accords. Under any investigation, you would be violating the safeguards set in place to protect our team. As you know, we are still free agents and are in our rights to protect the wellbeing of any and all members of the initiative. If there were any suspicions of our effectiveness, you can bring them to Director Fury or to me with the appropriate ethical standings within your limitations. Not during a debriefing meeting in which we recap how a member of our team has saved a significant amount of lives. We don’t trade lives, Councilman. You’ll do well to remember your own place in your own sector.”

“Is that a threat, Captain?” A council member prompted.

“Yes, it is.” Steve immediately answered with an unapologetic tilt to his head. Nothing more could be spoken after the captain’s blunt honesty. The council members shifted angrily, the other Avengers in the room failed to hide their growing smirks. Even Fury couldn’t hold his slight smile.

“We appreciate your cooperation, Council. At this time, we will proceed with all debriefing processes and have them evaluated through AI.” With a wave, Fury dismissed the council members and the holograms disappeared.

Fury turned towards the three Avengers silently. Steve still held his belt resolutely, holding absolutely no regrets. The power in his stance was unwavering. Fury merely smirked, “Well said, Captain.”

Steve allowed a small smirk to form on his face and gave a dismissive nod, “Director.”

Fury nodded back and glanced at them. “Romanoff, I expect a full internal report.” Natasha echoed Steve’s sentiment, and the man’s image disappeared.

Sam turned to Steve with a full grin, “Captain America saves the girl. Saves the day.” Steve allowed a full grin too at that, and Sam clapped him on the shoulder before leaving the room. He knew that this didn’t change the fact that the said ‘saved girl’ was downstairs recovering from a harrowing day. He understood that Steve still needed time to prepare himself for that visit.

At Sam’s departure, Steve’s face fell into a grim expression once more. “How is she, really, Nat?”

Natasha sighed and granted a small smile, “She’s okay. She was tired. Confused. But she understood what had happened during the mission.”

Steve let out a small sigh, “What else does she remember?”

Natasha crossed her arms and ducked down to capture his conflicted gaze. “She doesn’t seem to recall specifics about the mission, as far as we know. She doesn’t know that it was you.”

At his exhale, Natasha knew that this was the answer that Steve needed to hear. Ellie didn’t know that it was Steve who pulled out the device. That it was him who ended her life.

“Are you going to tell her?” she asked. Steve looked to the floor, “I don’t know. I’m not sure if it's best that she does know.”

Natasha let out a disbelieving scoff, “Steve, El asked for you when she woke up.” Steve looked up quickly with a yearning glance. His eyes softened at the image of Ellie asking for him, and the confusion of why he wasn’t there.

“You underestimate her too often. Harlow knows the risks. We all do. I think it's about time that you respect her enough to do the same.” Natasha laid out. Steve looked to the side at that. He would never be comfortable with this option, ever.

She continued, “The Council wasn’t wrong about her powers growing. The Phoenix is expanding in strength, and it isn’t going unnoticed by the team.”

Steve interrupted, “So you think that she deserves to be pathologized? Clinically exposed to scientists drunk on power and greed of taking away her will to choose? To exist in the Raft?” His eyes now hardened, expecting to hear an affirmative response.

“What? No– ” Natasha visibly frowned and shook her head. She felt offended by the accusation. “Steve, I’m just…reading the terrain. We know how much you care about Ellie. We care about Ellie. That’s why we keep one hand on the steering wheel, and the other working to earn their trust back. You’re not the only one who wants to protect her. Each other.”

Steve heard her but still shook his head. “What I do know is that I’m not going to let anything else happen to her. We keep her close. While Stark and Banner reconfigure another way to help Red manage her powers, we do whatever it takes to protect her. Their eyes were always on her, and you know that. Now, agendas are shifting.”

Natasha could only nod in agreement, “We’ll protect her, Steve. You’re not alone.” She did her best to convey the sincerity behind her words, and Steve heard it. An exhausted sigh was released as Natasha squeezed his arm affectionately.

Steve turned to leave, determined now to see Ellie. Before he could go, Natasha called out to him once more. “What about Barnes, Steve?”

He stiffened at the door and stopped in place. After some silence, he turned to her and replied, “I don’t know. Rumlow could have been lying. Last time that I saw Bucky, he was pulling me out of the river. Sam’s leads are all cold.”

Natasha looked down and suggested, “At this point, we can assume to not know anything, that’s for sure. I can look into Sam’s leads again and see if there are any merits worth pursuing.”

Steve frowned, “I thought you didn’t want to pull on that thread.”

She smirked back at him and said, “You focus on our ptichka. She needs you right now more than us.”

Steve smirked in response too and nodded a quiet thanks. Exiting the room, Steve put all thoughts of Bucky, the panic of hearing his name in that moment, and his own morbid feelings about the repulsors to the side.

Red needed him.

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¦¦ The Hand That Feeds ¦¦

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

Tags/Warnings: Hydra Trash Party, Using the Winter Soldier as a plaything, Non-Con oral sex, mentions of abuse, brief blood and violence, happy ending! :D

Also on AO3 for those that prefer it!

When the command came to sit, he got to his knees and waited. The order could be followed up by a number of possible different scenarios, or none at all. Just a test of endurance as the cold from the concrete flooring seeped into his bones.

In the shorter periods between missions when he wasn't being stored in the deep freeze, Hydra's agents got to let loose on the Asset. The Winter Soldier. Anything went really, as long as it wouldn't ultimately compromise his functionality. You might be surprised at how huge a window that left for the things that could be done to him.

From the rhythmic taps and slaps on the cell door as the keycode was punched in, he knew that today it was Rumlow, one of his main handlers, and that he was in a good mood.

“Hi honey I'm home,” he hollers as he enters, “did ya miss me?”

The soldier bit his tongue just in case he ever answered in the affirmative. After all, Rumlow was the gentlest with him and he knew it. He treated him with some amount of respect while the others just used him like the tool he was supposed to be. In spite of his accelerated healing capability, Jack Rollins had still left him shitting blood for a day after one of his ‘recreational’ visits.

Brock swings around the metal folding chair he's carrying, snapping it open in front of the soldier and sitting down in front of him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” He drawls.

The soldier had noticed Brock using this nickname for him more recently. He didn't like it. It made his head swim and hurt.

“What a day… what a fucking day!” Brock is grinning widely as he leans back in the chair and the metal creaks under his muscled bulk.

The soldier remains still and silent, though when he hears the sound of the zipper his mouth floods with saliva. He likes to think that it's a conditioned response but he's actually not so sure anymore.

Rumlow eases his cock out of his pants and the soldier has nowhere else to look but straight at it, watching as he runs his hand slowly up and down the thick-veined length of himself a few times as he looks down into the blank blue eyes before him. When he pauses his movements and gives a nod of his head the soldier leans forward to wrap his lips around the tip of him, his tongue pressed up wet beneath the bulbous pink head, a bead of precum searing across his tastebuds. Rumlow groans, a low chuckle bubbling out of him as he closes his eyes and lets him get down to it. He trusts him enough not to bite his dick right off. There was a time early on in his conditioning when he would have, Brock was grateful he wasn't that guy, but that nasty little habit was electrocuted out of him soon enough.

Rollins claimed he had trained the gag reflex out of him, although Brock had joked it couldn't have been that hard given the small size of Rollins’ dick. Regardless, the Winter Soldier sucked cock like he was born for it.

“Fucking hell…” Brock groans as he watches him take him fully into his hot mouth “I said it before and I ain't afraid to say it again, you're better than any woman I've had, Jesus Christ!”

Rumlow liked to talk. It was a reliable indication of when he was going to finish when the filthy words just kept spewing out of his mouth like a river. But for now he was just getting warmed up.

“Ohh yeah, there we go. Fuuuuck me.” Brock purrs as the soldier gradually takes him deeper, sucking his entire length down his throat, drool starting to drip from his chin. “You get to be the fucking cherry on top of my glorious day, you know that?”

The soldier shifts on his knees, metal hand sliding to the base of his handler’s thick cock to cup his balls. He knows he likes the feel of the cool plates against them. His flesh hand sneaks down between his own legs, tugging at the canvas tac pants to give his own erection some room to swell. Rumlow is the only one that tolerates him touching himself. Every other basic need of his is taken care of, albeit in a regimented, carefully controlled way. This is the only part he has any modicum of autonomy over. He might be a legendary assassin but his body still yearns for carnal release sometimes.

Brock pipes up again between the echoing slurps and gruff groans they trade.

“Oh yeah, such a good fucking day. I got to kick your little boyfriend’s all-American ass up and down the compound, and it ain't often - fuck - that a guy can say that!”

The soldier didn't answer, kinda difficult to with a cock stuffed in his mouth anyway but he'd often hear Rumlow and the others refer to this person; ‘his boyfriend’, ‘Cap’, but to him he was just another target. Enhanced like he was, but just another target to take down when ordered.

Rumlow continued, his fingers combing through the soldier's lank hair. “God damn, if he knew I got to come back to this, oh yeah, I don't think he'd be too happy.” He laughs again, his hand gently guiding the man between his thighs as he swallows his cock down to the hilt and makes a strangled moan as the tip of him hits the back of his throat. “Not too happy at all.”

Rumlow grits his teeth as he feels himself getting close to going off. “Such a perfect fucking slut mouth on you, mm! Fuck it ain't gonna be long today, you ready for it, huh?”

Whether he's ready for it or not doesn't really figure into anything. The soldier turns his watery eyes up to meet Brock’s blown out dark brown stare, humming around him in answer, almost gagging as the man starts pumping his hips up off the chair, fucking his thick shaft down his abused throat, chasing his impending release.

“Oh shit, yeah yeah that's fucking right! Man if Steve fucking Rogers could see this… see his good ol’ pal Bucky taking my load like a fucking bitch-”

Steve . The soldier turns the name over in his fractured mind as everything else fades into the background. Why does it sound familiar, why does he feel the essence of it in his bones? No other names he had heard in his decades of service had shone out of the dark like this one did.

He's whipped back to the present. Rumlow’s face contorts as he starts spurting his warm salty cum over his tongue with a loud shout.

Then, something's different. Clearer.

He's standing at the open cell door, looking back at Rumlow screaming on the floor in a puddle of crimson clutching at his groin. Somehow this feels like the way it's supposed to go.

Bucky spits out the blood and cum, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. He twists his foot, the plastic and wires of Brock’s communicator crushing to trash under his boot before he turns and stalks down the corridor.

He sharply rolls the shoulder of his left arm as he walks, the plates rippling into place all the way down, resetting. Everything is clicking into place. Just like his brain.

If he's lucky he's bought enough time to pay a visit to Rollins and the others before the alarm is raised that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

#bucky barnes x brock rumlow #winterbones #winter soldier x brock rumlow #hydra trash party #winter soldier angst fic

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Will create works that contain: Angst, whump, dark!characters, kink, nsfw, recovery, trauma, humor, farming/gardening, demi/ace characters, non-sexual kink, trans characters

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Auction ID: 1003

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes-centric - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson - MCU Bucky Barnes/Brock Rumlow - MCU Bucky Barnes/Bucky Barnes - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes/Hydra - MCU Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov - 616, MCU Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - 616, MCU Alpine & Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton & Lucky - 616, MCU

Work Description: This is my first year doing MTH, so I'm very open on pricing and details! I don't have much specific in mind, so let's dream up something great together. In general, the higher your bid, the longer your fic. Max limit approx 50k, but I am notoriously bad at estimating word length once I get into a story. As for scheduling, I would like to try and get things wrapped up within a year, and the shorter the story, the easier that will be. I usually write primarily in the MCU with some comics influences. Open to platonic/nonsexual/etc pairings of any of the above offerings. Not really into domestic/fluffy AUs or most modern ones, unless it involves trauma, goat farming, or gardening. Would love to do some kinky ShrinkyClinks, or trans characters. Open to discussion about monster AUs. No matter what I'm writing, some humor always manages to sneak in, even if it's dark. You may notice that a lot of my work deals with non-con and HTP. I am totally interested in writing things that are NOT that, if that's not your cup of tea! That's just where I happened to get started with some of my writing. But, y'know, kink is always fun, and I'll gladly provide for your crackiest, darkest HTP desires if you like :3

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Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes-centric - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Any - Any Universe Steve Rogers-centric - Any Universe Brock Rumlow-centric - Any Universe Natasha Romanov-centric - Any Universe Tony Stark-centric - Any Universe Clint Barton-centric - Any Universe

Work Description: I am just starting out in my podfic practice, but I'd love to put your story to audio! You can see a few examples of my previous pods on my AO3 page. The most recent one is Haunted House by Rainbow_WinterBones, and that will give you the best idea of my current mic quality and setup (previous pods were done with an older mic.) The higher starting bid reflects the time needed for both recording and editing. The longest pod I've done so far is 20 min, about 4k words, but I'm willing to go for longer stories. The higher the bid, the longer the pod! They may take a while for me to start and complete, as I often have to wait until I am home alone for the best recording environment, but I will do my best to get them done by the 2024 deadline, probably earlier. I'm open to many pairings and any rating for podfic recording, but do be aware that I am an American who is not super practiced at doing accents in my voice work. I'll do my best, but especially for Wakandan characters, I'm hesitant to take on more than I'm capable of doing justice for. I'm also open to doing Hydra-focused podfics for any universe. Do feel free to DM me and ask more specific questions!

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5ummit · 2 years

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Post-CATWS Winterbones Fic Recs

I truly never could've predicted the incredible influx of amazing winterbones fics over the past year or so, and I especially couldn’t have predicted the rise of an almost entirely new winterbones genre – Bucky choosing to return to his abuser Rumlow of his own free will – in the year of our lord 2022. Previously I said I wasn’t going to make a separate winterbones rec list, since most of my favs were already on my HTP rec list, but this delicious new HTP-adjacent genre really deserves its own collection.

Pretty much everything on this list will be some flavor of Bucky relapsing post-CATWS. While many of these fics may not be strictly considered HTP by some standards, rest assured they're still plenty trashy and Rumlow is still a Very Bad Man. If you’re looking for actual good guy Rumlow and tender handholding, look elsewhere.

Since Steve’s abandonment of Bucky in Endgame was undeniably a major catalyst for this genre and many of these fics were written in direct response to that event, I’ve split the list into two categories: fics that are canon compliant with and/or directly address the fallout of Endgame (some of which are NOT compliant with TFATWS) and fics that clearly diverge from canon before Endgame. I’ve also made note of any fics that feature The Gun, an intriguing bit of winterbones canon I recently discovered that's already made its way into multiple fics, much to my delight.

Blanket warnings for dubcon, unhealthy dynamics, violence, psychological abuse, victim blaming, non-negotiated kink, and dehumanization. Any significant additional pairings or kinks/tropes not covered by the blanket warning will be noted to the best of my ability, but please read all tags very carefully!

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Endgame Compliant

Old Faces in New Places by SubverbalDreams Words: 44,600 Additional pairings: Steve/Bucky, Zemo/Bucky, Hydra Agents/Bucky Notes: noncon, whipping, torture, voyeurism

“The fuck do you want.”

That voice. A hundred, thousand dreams. Bucky’s lower half turns to water and he forgets how to speak for a minute.

“What, jaw ain’t workin’ after you been suckin’ off Wilson all this time?” Rumlow asks in a flat tone. “Fuck off, cyborg. Go back to your new handler.”

Something Broken [series] by Exorin Words: 23,350 Notes: The Gun, gunplay, object insertion, erectile dysfunction

"Oh now," Rumlow breathes, sounding just as caught off guard as Bucky feels - the other man’s deep amber eyes flicker from Bucky's face down to the gun in his hand, lingering there long enough that Bucky wants to let the weapon clatter to the concrete floor between them and turn tail to run.

Brock nods toward the gun in Bucky’s hand—the custom SIG Sauer P226 SCT.

"That mine, sweetheart?"

Crying Wolf by sparklingbinjuice Words: 9400 Notes: The Gun, gunplay

“You’re dead,” he says again, the words now more doubtful than decisive. The Commander Rumlow tilts his head, lips twitching into a twisted smirk. He looks vaguely amused.

“Well, that ain’t no way to greet an old friend.”

Untitled by barb-aricyawp Words: 350 Notes: caning

Rumlow opens the door. Without even really looking at Bucky he says, “You again.”

Bucky can’t meet his eye as he asks, “Can you do it?” And then, because Rumlow will make him say it anyway, he grits out, “Please?”

Until the blood runs clear by darthpumpkinspice Words: 4430 Additional pairings: OMCs/Bucky

Bucky shudders, disgusted with his own selfishness, furious at even contemplating the thought of finding a girl to play house with, some innocent woman he’d inevitably ruin.

He reopens the app, inhales a deep, steadying breath. Goes to his settings, selects “men only”.

He knows what he’s good for.

Make the call and take it all (again) by itallstartedwithdefenestration Words: 13,240

“I—” Bucky began, and Rumlow held up one hand: be quiet. Bucky shut his mouth instantly, without thinking about it. He remembered in Selby’s bar, how easy it had been to do things without thinking about them. To do them because he knew it was required of him, to have no will of his own, no power—

“You didn’t come find me for the first time in almost a fuckin’ decade to ask me about a serum,” Rumlow said.

Turn soonest to the sea by itallstartedwithdefenestration Words: 7040 Notes: The Gun, gunplay

His memory glitches. But he knows this gun. He knows that he knows it, in the same way he knows his functions, his languages, his directives. He picks the gun up; feels its weight in his hand (he does not trust himself to hold it with the flesh hand, which is still malfunctioning). He doesn’t know why the Commander’s gun is on the floor here when the Commander himself is not in the room.

(Heart rate increase: three bpm.)

Thoughtless Familiarity by sirtrash Words: 1750 Notes: CNC, gunplay

“I’m not going to tell you again, let’s go, soldier,” the commander said and the soldier had no choice but to obey now.

The soldier was not allowed to fight back.

A Certain Romance [series] by Exorin Words: 10,390 Notes: exhibitionism

“Ah-ah, no, not you Baron,” Selby says with a grin that shows too many teeth for Bucky’s comfort - she snaps her fingers and he straightens his posture, his spine going rigid as one of her bodyguards steps forward from the circle of heavily armed men around them; the other man moves to stand beside the couch, his darkened eyes the only part of his face that Bucky can see, the rest of it covered with a full black mask, “I think he’ll do nicely, don't you?”

The man's eyes are a deep amber; the colour of them make Bucky’s shoulders go instinctively tense.

His Vice by LadyLetterR Words: 3000 Notes: infidelity (briefly mentioned)

It had been a bad idea, letting him pay for his drinks, one after the other and it had been a terrible idea to follow after him, no, walk with him, to the motel on the corner in which he was apparently renting a room, closing the door behind the two of them.

It had been the worst possible idea to let himself be pushed onto Rumlow’s bed.

You’ve always known by Exorin Words: 750

The soldier finds his way back to Rumlow’s doorstep just under three months after Steve – tears-in-his-eyes, ‘what did you say about Bucky’ – Rogers finally fucks off and leaves his buddy alone for real and not just through neglect and indifference and his own stupid inability to actually help in the way that Rumlow knows the asset needs.

Good fucking riddance.

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Pre-Endgame Canon Divergence

You held my hand and pulled me down (with you) [series] by itallstartedwithdefenestration Words: 127,000 Additional pairings: Steve/Bucky Notes: prong collar, whipping, waterboarding, infidelity

Assets were not built to make their own decisions. Secretary Pierce had been quite clear on that point, and the Commander was too. Sometimes, when the asset answered to that other name, he could pretend (convincingly) that he thought like Steve, and Steve’s friends: he wasn’t an asset at all, but a person, and was therefore allowed and even encouraged to make his own decisions. But it wasn’t the truth. It would never be the truth.

The Handler by SubverbalDreams Words: 39,850 (Incomplete) Notes: eating disorders, exhibitionism/voyeurism

“I’m—” can’t say ‘functional’, Steve HATES that word now “—feeling okay. I’m okay, S—Steve.” The asset’s heart is tripping over itself in an unsteady rhythm. He’d almost said ‘Sir’, another of Steve’s new forbidden words. He keeps changing the rules. Nothing means what it used to. Steve is the only one who could make this safe, but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t.

'Til the end of the line [series] by Exorin Words: 14,000 Additional pairings: Steve/Bucky Notes: Hydra sex tapes, voyeurism

"What is it?" Steve starts and Bucky wants to cry, wants to scream when the other man's thumb traces - too soft, always too soft - over his jugular before moving away to stroke across Bucky's cheek and then gently over his lower lip like the carefullest of caresses, "I'll give you anything you want."

You won't, is what Bucky wants to say.

You can’t.

Out with the new by seabone Words: 1780 Notes: daddy kink (minor)

Imagining the shock on Steve’s face soften into delight as he flips through each photograph and old sketch, now yellowing and fading but crystal clear in Steve and Bucky’s minds, Bucky almost, almost, overlooks the unmistakable flash of leather-black hair. Sharp jaw, eyes a strange pinwheel of green and amber that Bucky always remembers as daybreak filtering into the woods, littering its gold across a pack of angry wolves. He almost does. But he doesn’t.

Our Share of Night by anonymous Words: 3300 (Incomplete) Additional pairings: Steve/Bucky Notes: infidelity

Bucky knocks at the door and that’s a statement, because he could easily break in or break it to pieces, or just enter through the window unseen. He’s not here as an intruder, though. Today he’s a petitioner.

Bucky equally expects Rumlow not to open the door at all, to shoot him right through it or to burst out and challenge him to a fight. Neither happens. The wood creaks as the door opens a gap, the scarred grimace of a familiar face studying him. If he’s surprised, he does not let it show.

Quis Pro Quo by fallbekind Words: 6280 Additional pairings: Steve/Bucky Notes: voyeurism

A ghost of a smile flashes over Bucky’s face, making Steve’s stomach toil, and then Rumlow leans in and licks slowly across his lips. Doesn’t kiss, doesn’t linger. Claims him like a kid would a cookie, letting everyone know they touched it and now no one else wants it. As if Rumlow knows Steve is right there, crouching, watching pathetically on the sidelines, while his- his- Bucky, is being ruined by someone else.

#you've heard of safe sane and consensual #now get ready for unsafe insane and dubiously consensual #winterbones #bucky barnes #brock rumlow #hydra trash party #marvel #fic recs

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CATWS anniversary: Day 3, SHIELD | March 28th » Prompts: compromised for @catws-anniversary

Chapter Summary: Hydra bugs Steve's apartment and captures a particularly volatile tape.

Chapter Word count: 800

CW: Soft Hydra Trash Party anti autistic ableism (by the strike team), non consensual voyeurism, mentions of sexual assault, masturbation, blackmail, sex tape ....kinda. sexual violence implied

Brock smirked as he was handed the drive. His back may have been aching from being slammed into the roof of the elevator but his cheeks ached more from the heady grin he was trying to suppress.

The team nursing their wounds from being knocked utterly unconscious had never been this eager to get their hands on the tiny oblong plastic chip. And they all knew how pathetic it was as soldiers to gain satisfaction this way, but they were a covert team after all. Not just a covert team, but the manpower of HYDRA. Dirty play was the only thing the Nazis ever really did.

Rollins opened up a laptop and tipped his head at the drive in Rumlows hand. "You gonna hold that or-?"

The team perked up as Brock let Rollins insert it into a USB port and click through files.

"05/09/2013." Brock called out. "It starts from there."

Sitwell strode into the room with his infuriating jaunt at that very moment, looking interestedly at the screen to catch a glimpse. " What, Rumlow? Already been through them?"

Brock shrugged. "He wasn't wrong when he said it felt personal. It kinda was."

Rollins leered as the file loaded and the content began to play in mp4.

Captain America himself, as seen from the bookcase in his room, was pacing around and undressing at the same time. The man looked harrowed and a bit nervous at first, and it wasn't exactly the sexy kinda strip show.

But he seemed to calm down after removing his pants, and sat on the bed to wring and flap his hands while staring into nothing in particular.

Sitwell scoffed. "Is he autistic or something?"

Rollins grinned, "Wish we got a meltdown though. You think we can get the asset to-"

"shh, here it is" Brock cut him off. "You'll love this."

Rogers lay back down on the bed and absent mindedly palmed his crotch. And that absent palming turned into something less innocent as a huge bulge began to tent his grey boxers. Rogers moaned loud enough to be caught by the camera.

The team exchanged snickers and cackles as Rogers slipped off his underwear to reveal a long, pink cock. That thing was almost as long as a glock 34.

He continued his minstrations on himself, albeit quieter now. It didn't get much interesting until he came, and spilled all over his hands.

"wait, it's just started." Rumlow leered at the team.

They burst into racous laughter as the golden boy of America took his own cum and lubed his hole with it. Rogers had still not gone soft.

Brock could hear sitwell gasp and chuckle when Rogers reached for the bedside cabinet and pulled out a comically large dildo.

Brock was snorting now, " I can't make this up, boys. The bitch had saved a buttplug on his wishlist but never bought it."

" Oh I can think of a replacement..." Rollins grinned.

"I think we all can." Brock said, turning back to the beautifully incriminating video of Rogers fucking himself hands free.

"Hey, Rollins..." Sitwell said, watching Rogers moan on the screen. "what did you say about the asset?"

"Make him fuck his bitch. I want the faggot fucking himself on a cattle prod next."

The team laughed in vengeful mirth, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Secretary Pierce walked in without invitation, and they all rose to greet him. The shame set in for some, because the inscrutable expression on the Hydra commanders face didn't promise mercy.

"I see you boys are enjoying yourselves..." He smiled, seeing the video playing.

"were collecting data for any potential... negotiations with our target, Sir."

Pierce regarded the scene on tape and his smile thankfully widened. "Good. Find a point of contact, and this can turn things to our tide, even if it doesn't convince Rogers. And by that I mean it won't if you don't play it right. Sitwell."

"yes, sir."

" Frame this... from what you've learnt about our Captain. Make this stall him. We're releasing the asset."

"Yes, Sir."

"And STRIKE. You -"

A notification popped up on their radar. Another hard drive had been opened on a MacBook Pro somewhere in a mall in Manhattan.

"well, there you have it." Pierce nodded .

"Team, protocol 166- move out!" Brock barked. The team began gearing up in a clatter of weapons and Armor.

He raised a fist in the air at Pierce before leaving. "Hail hydra"

Sitwell did the same before proceeding to coordinate their transport.

Pierce sighed contentedly and regarded the video that was still playing. Rogers finally came for the second time, spilling all over his abdomen.

"Bucky..." Pierce could hear the name clearly from the man's lips.

The secretary smirked. He had a call to make.

#catws anniversary #steve rogers #hydra trash party #my works #my art

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polyavenger · 6 months

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First Impressions

For the 10 Years of CATWS Event, March 26 THEME: ON YOUR LEFT

The Smithsonian - First Meetings - Endurance - Mission - PTSD - "I'll put it on the list" - Favorite quote

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In 2014, Sam Wilson takes a lap to warm up, and runs into a new friend.

In 1994, Brock Rumlow takes a lap to cool down and not kill everybody, and runs into the Winter Soldier. In 2014, they observe Sam Wilson running for the last time.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Tags: First Meetings, Loneliness, Guilt, Survivor Guilt, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Aggression, Homophobia, HYDRA Trash Party, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Dubious Consent

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Check out the rest of the works at @catws-anniversary!

#fanfiction #CATWS10

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winterbonesthings · 2 months

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Existing in Silent Moments by Rainbow_WinterBones

for Ves_pertine

Go straight to Chapter 3

Summary

Written from this prompt, though I've taken some liberties with it - Due to unfortunate circumstances, Bucky and Zemo start swapping dreams (and nightmares). Zemo dreams of HYDRA Trash (and brainwashing) Parties and Bucky dreams of EKO Scorpion, Heinrich Zemo's stellar parenting but also happy times with Heike and Carl that all end with their deaths. What they do about it and how it impacts their relationship is left to your imagination. Bonus point: It starts when Zemo is still in the Raft.

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Major Character Death

Rape/Non-Con

James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo

James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow

James "Bucky" Barnes/Hydra Agents

Heike Zemo/Helmut Zemo

James "Bucky" Barnes

Helmut Zemo

Brock Rumlow

Heike Zemo

Carl Zemo

Discord: WinterBaron

Character Death In Dream

HYDRA Trash Party

inappropriate use of a shock stick

cock stepping

Earthquakes

Language: English

Stats:

Published: 2024-07-11

Updated: 2024-07-28

Words: 2,681

Chapters: 3/?

#hi #i'm the problem it's me #bucky barnes #bucky tag #winter soldier tag #winterbaron #winterbones #zemo tag #rumlow tag #helmut zemo

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ao3feed-sambucky · 8 months

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Clipped Wings (Please Could You Stay Awhile to Share My Grief?)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CbfwhF2 by maphia Sam doesn't trust his government anymore, and decides to throw his hat in another ring. Words: 7385, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Steve Rogers, Riley (Captain America movies) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow/Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, (Minor) Additional Tags: Medical Experimentation, HYDRA Trash Party, Stockholm Syndrome, (a little bit as a treat), Wingfic, (in a way), Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Memory Suppressing Machine | The Chair (Marvel), Blood and Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CbfwhF2

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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pleinsdemuses · 1 year

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Open starter: open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Muse: Sinthea Schmidt, The Red Skull's daughter. Marvel Earth-616.

Wc: The Red Skull, Brock Rumlow, Baron Zemo, Grant Ward, Captain Hydra, Marvel Villains, any character.

“Come on, have you met me? I don't run from a fight.”

#1x1 #Marvel rp #open indie starter #open to everyone #open to all #open starter #indie open rp #open rp #Sinthea schmidt #open roleplay #marvel roleplay

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Eleven

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, swearing, it continues discussion of the non consensual things that occurred in the previous chapter also assault of other characters is discussed, where in they describe what they went through at the hands of the same abuser, forced drug use, manipulation, please proceed with caution while reading, minors dni, the first scene describes another person going through a similar ordeal but nothing explicitly described, there is fluff in the chapter too.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Ten|| Chapter Twelve

HEADLINES:

HYDRA Launches Media Outlet – Print and Digital ‘HYDRA Now’

Alexander Pierce Elated To Be Involved In Delivering News In A Robust Honest Way

Ratings For ‘HYDRA Now’ On Uprise Compared To Other Outlets

Meet Sharon Carter Struggling Actress Turned Assistant Turned News Anchor.

‘Alexander Pierce Is The Most Kind, Noble Man.’ Gushes Sharon Carter.

Former SHIELD Employees Quit. Struggle To Find Jobs Elsewhere.

Brock Rumlow On GQ Cover Speaks On ‘How His Uncle Gave Him The Platform But He Forged His Own Tools For Success.’

The white little pill bubbles as it is poured into the golden liquid. Sloshing in the glass carried over to eager lips.

Brock watches as Alexander quells his thirst, the pictures being taken. When his uncle took him in, he went through this safety net.

NDAs and contracts can only do so much for a man being accused. His uncle taught him well. The pictures are placed upon an encrypted drive. Brock seals an envelope writing the author’s address as directed.

This warning would shut Y/N up. Though she had been laying low for the day, not a peep online or any articles about her. Y/N needed a reminder.

“Is it done?” Alexander pushes the woman away from him, she still clambers onto his lap, giggling.

“Oh yeah, this is ready to be dropped off.” Brock gestures to the envelope.

“Good, we need her to be compliant, we cannot have her leave the publishing house. She is one of the biggest authors we have in our roster. HYDRA will rise to be one of the most accomplished and decorated houses of Hollywood.” Alexander takes another sip of his laced drink, humming at the taste.

“I suggest we send Rogers and Barnes a reminder as well. If this woman goes to public, they need to be forced to be on our side.” He clicks his tongue.

“I don’t think they’d pick her over the green in their pockets.” Brock raises a sceptical brow.

“Love makes people do stupid things, Brock. Why do you think I had to get Dolores away from you?” He looks at his nephew, tiredly as if to remind him they have been over this before.

Brock controls his response, just giving a curt nod, “Thank you.”

“Now why don’t you take care of this young lady while I rest.” Alexander stands as the woman falls on the sofa, dazed and laughing at the world swirling around her. He leaves footsteps echoing on the smooth Italian marble.

Brock steps into the office and retrieves the necessary gifts for Barnes and Rogers, heading towards the foyer handing the envelopes to the security who would know what is to be done.

Grabbing the woman he takes her towards the garage, where a taxi waits to take her back to the address they know.

Steve’s hands shake as he spots the envelope left on his doorstep. Immediately he calls Bucky, they used to get these in synchronised timing.

“Did you get one too?” He skips the pleasantries.

Bucky stares at the envelope, swallowing down the lump in his throat, “I did.” He affirms.

“Do you want to come over?” Bucky questions, wanting to sink into the floor.

“Open it together.” Steve agrees, grabbing the envelope and heading back towards the parking lot.

When the line cuts, Bucky does sink to the floor. The ominous envelope was on his doorstep as he returned from your apartment.

He lifted it with his gloves on, placing it on the kitchen island. Alpine keeps her distance as well from the envelope as though knowing it holds the vile shit that he was put through.

Bucky’s phone rings and he looks down at your picture overtaking his screen.

“Feather.” He finally breathes, you sniffle.

“What's wrong?” He sits up, spine straightening as dread fills him.

“After, after you left, there was a knock.” You recount as the pictures fall onto your bed from your hands.

“James it’s, it’s the pictures from, from… that night.” you close your eyes, hot tears brimming over. Scalding your cheeks.

Bucky stands, shoving his envelope into a bag, putting the harness on alpine and her lead.

“Put them back in the envelope and don’t look at them. I’m heading over, Steve will be there too, is there a thumb drive?” Bucky’s question has your chest clenching in pain. He’s been through this before is a sickening realisation.

“How many times has he done this to you?” You ask, hating the way he’s silent.

“Feather, I don’t want to add onto—,”

“James.” You plead.

“It’s more than counting on your fingers.” His admission burns in his chest and your veins.

“Don’t plug in the thumb drive into your computer, don’t look at the photos anymore okay? I’m on my way over.” He fills the silence as you stare down at your palm, the lines on your hands blurring as more tears form. The call cuts off.

Bucky takes the stairs with Alpine, she senses the urgency and trots down them with ferocity.

He texts Steve to meet at your apartment. The walk to your wing of the complex is quaint, Sam having tipped paps off to be at his “front” gym so they could get peace and quiet.

Entering the code for your building Alpine moves towards the elevators and meows at them. He admires her momentarily then calls for the elevator.

When he texts you to open the door your appearance is still distraught. Bucky wants to whisk you away from everything, your eyes are puffy yet again.

Your bottom lip quivers, then you look down at Alpine, she chirps at you and you lose it all.

Enveloping her in your arms as you cry and she begins her purring to soothe you, Bucky’s embrace joins in after the click of your door, you clutch onto his arm. He kisses the top of your head.

Half an hour later you’re still curled against him on your couch. Steve looks at the pictures with clenched teeth. As the pictures progressed Bucky could hear the conversation matching the images, he had his fists clenched, the vibranium whirred loudly.

Alpine was in your mom’s room napping next to her feet.

They opened their own envelopes, a blank expression masking their faces, the reminders of those blurred nights haunting them.

Bucky worries when you look at the pictures, but your eyes trace over his manipulated youth with sorrow. The women wrapped around young men who thought this was normal. That it was okay to be so lost in the haze of smoke and mirrors. Who didn’t know any better.

You're sick to your stomach when their pictures with Alexander come up. It isn’t staged like yours were, he actually touched them. He forced himself on them.

It worsens when you reach the pictures of them together Alexander caught pictures of both of them in compromising positions with each other.

Steve shifts his blue eyes to you, his lips pressed to a thin line. Mind swirling at what would you think of them. He already was on thin fucking ice with you. He shifts his eyes to Bucky, who is staring at him harbouring the same worry.

“Were the two of you drugged too?” You ask first, heart shuddering in your ears.

“We don’t remember much of those nights.” Steve admits in confirmation, “It won’t matter, the two of us had the whole party boy persona going for us, clubbing, alcohol, recreational relaxing drugs…” he trails off looking to the side.

Your jaw clenches, fists formed on your thighs. You wanted Alexander to pay, you wanted him to rot in the depths of hell.

“He told us, if pictures of Steve and I got out, it would hurt our reputations, the comments, losing our main fanbase of women, the dark party prince and the fun times maestro.” Bucky points at himself then Steve, “We remember flashes, him pushing me down. Forcing himself on us, I remember him saying, whoever gets him off better gets the better role.”

Your eyes close, bile rising to your throat at the vile shit the two of them were put through.

“But we got smarter after a while, our contracts got better at protecting us, we stopped drinking what he gave, and carried our own mini bottles.” He sighs, the torment flashing through his eyes.

“We didn’t even realise we were fooling around, too far gone into the happy drugs and new money.” Steve gives a humourless laugh, “The fans picked up on our behaviour changes, we got less interactive, interviews were clipped. I almost checked into a mental health facility.”

Your lips part, “Why didn’t you?”

“Golden boy goes to rehab.” Bucky shakes his head, “How will it look? The best of the best, crippled by his own mind?” He quotes the old headlines.

“Dark prince of partying spotted outside a prominent mental health clinic – is he losing his edge?” Steve quotes too.

They exchange a glance.

“It went to shit at the movie during which I lost my arm.” Bucky explains, “We both wanted to quit.” He admits.

“We even had contingency money arranged between us, brand deals, we worked ourselves to the bone.” Steve sighs, “Any show, any advert, any movie, we didn’t care, we just wanted out. Wanting out meant paying off SHIELD. Essentially buying our freedom.”

“Then the fights happened between us when stress got too much, I told him he needs a breather.” Bucky runs a hand through his hair, “He was working himself to the bone, stunts were sloppy.”

“It was a buddy cop movie, think sort of Rush Hour. Alexander pushed us to do our own stunts, so we trained like mad. Best shape of our lives. Bucky was right, I was exhausted. Hopped up on caffeine to stay awake and prescribed sleeping pills to make me sleep.” Steve shakes his head, then gives another laugh,

“This fucker was doing the same thing.” he points his index finger to Bucky, your eyes follow the movement.

“Asshole figured it out, he still was out of it that day. The stunt was his, but we told the director it made sense I’d do it. Alexander wasn’t there that day of the shoot. We know now that it was predestined to go wrong, as per what he said.” Bucky swallows, vibranium fingers flexing and gleaming in the sunlight through the blinds.

“Everything crumbled, I tried to be there, then we fought more, none of us could get out. Alexander came then, saying I should go to Hydrangeas, they turned my image from party boy to serious guy. Bucky lost out two and half years of work and life. Things soured.” Steve extends his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes.

“Best friends to enemies, he wrote in the book. Divulged shit I trusted him with, SHIELD had a field day throwing me out putting him on a pedestal and then bringing me back. Full sleeves and gloves. Other production houses just made being an amputee into the storyline. Or they would make digital alterations.” Bucky reached for your hand, tracing over the bandaged index finger.

“We could say nothing, do nothing. Unspoken promise was we’d save anyone else from this bullshit, I warned Loki not to sign on as a resident SHIELD creative.” He adds.

“I warned Ace when they asked while working together on Defending Jacob.” Steve traces over the calluses on his palm.

“You had already signed on, I couldn’t protect you. I thought pushing you away was the key. So I kept my distance, but I couldn’t help myself to be selfish to steal a place within your heart.” Bucky admits with a smile.

“I wanted to piss you off enough that you’d refuse working on the project. Valarie told me you had yet to sign, I didn’t know you already had. Combined with the fact that the two of you were falling in love. Chemistry in elevators off the charts.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Your skin heats recalling the stolen moments.

“Dickhead.” Bucky throws the pillow.

“Asshole.” Steve throws it back.

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

You laugh at their banter, the two of them smile at you. Elated at seeing you crack a smile.

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your temple. Steve continues to smile at you.

Your phone rings and it’s Andy’s text, you look at Bucky and then Steve. The former holds your hand and the latter walks around sitting next to you to offer his support.

Andy: we’ve got your tox screen result back and other test results, please let me know a convenient time to set up a meeting again. We will meet at any location you deem comfortable.

Steve and Bucky look at you. Bucky rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. Steve hesitates before placing his hand on your shoulder.

You only freeze momentarily before realising the person is familiar and safe.

“I’m sorry.” he begins to retract his hand, you place your palm above his, it had only been twenty four hours but you knew you had to begin to get through this before your mind got the best of you.

“Steve, you're a friend and you feel safe.” You assure him. He gazes at you then it flickers to Bucky. It is only then he notices that Bucky is worried too, he only touches you when you initiate contact.

You were on a time limit you feared, so you were trying to remind yourself, who were your safe people. Who you could run towards incase of adversity.

You looked up at Bucky to find his gaze already upon you.

“It won’t happen.” He says with such sincere surety, reading your mind.

You believe him.

You had to believe him.

Turns out when the FBI is involved, you can’t meet wherever you want. Andy is still apologetic, you brush off his look with your own understanding one.

Steve still glares at his brother on your behalf. You roll your eyes then you realise Bucky is glaring at Andy too.

“Will you both stop it?” You whisper.

The camera in the corner seemed daunting. They don’t relent. You suppress another eye roll and look at Andy apologetic on behalf of the two of them.

Matt moves his hands over the book in front of him, lips moving barely as he reads.

The door clicks open, two agents walk in one wearing glasses, her curls looking amazing and suit tailored perfectly. She exudes badass energy.

The man accompanying her is slightly taller, crows feet line around his eyes as he smiles kindly at everyone. His suit slightly dishevelled and he takes another sip from his coffee cup before placing down the manila folders on the table.

“Hello Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, I am Special Agent Darcy Lewis this is my partner,” he gestures towards him, he waves,

“Special Agent Scott Lang.” He puts his hand forward and you shake it and he moves towards Bucky and Steve also shaking their hands.

“Executive Assistant Director of Criminal Investigation.” Andy adds, pointing at Darcy, she smiles.

“She’s trying to be humble, Andy.” Matt chuckles, Darcy laughs.

“Yes, yes I am.” She takes a seat and you feel at ease at her demeanour.

“Now, Ms. Y/L/N, is there anyone in this room you want gone? We are about to discuss your case in detail, in case you don’t want someone here to know or see we can have them escorted outside.” She looks at Bucky and Steve. They only look at you.

“They can stay, I trust them.” You declare, Yelena had decided to remain outside before you could even ask her to come in.

Loki was going to be questioned when he came in later, already having Bucky and Steve here was enough to draw attention.

Darcy goes through the folders set down by Scott, humming when she reaches the one she desired.

“Some of these images may be disturbing, they may remind you of what occurred and what you went through. Gentlemen, these may be triggering for you as well. We have a clinical psychologist on standby, please do not hesitate to let us know.” She offers a small smile, the three of you nod.

Spreading the images out, you feel the wave of nausea. It isn’t the same pictures as Alexander had sent, these are the ones Dr. Cho took, of your injuries.

Bruised back, cheek bone, and wrists.

Cut along the bruise on your cheekbone.

Bite marks on your shoulder. Indents of his teeth.

You shudder, reaching for their hands. Steve and Bucky grasp your hand each.

Then the picture of the broken skin along your tattoo.

Bucky’s gaze hardens and jaw visibly clenches harder, his hold on your hand remains soft, caring, a stark contrast to the rage within him.

“Now, do you remember how you got any of these?” Darcy breaks the silence.

You reach forward tapping the wrists and cheekbone and tattoo’s images.

“I remember bits and pieces, I don’t know why. I know Alexander slapped me or backhanded me several times. It was a mix to get me to comply. Brock held down my wrists first because I was moving too much? Then I felt sort of numb? We were on the ground when he took my fingers in his mouth, while he was threatening James and Steve.” Your grip on their palms tightens.

“It's okay, I know it is hard and you’re doing really well.” Scott gives you an encouraging smile, “We’ll help you understand why your memory feels that way.”

He takes out another paper from a different folder.

“This is your blood report, you were administered with a sedative, but you were given a conscious sedation. The water tested came back positive for Rohypnol,” scott concludes.

Bucky closes his eyes, “He planned it all didn’t he?”

“Of course he did, he wanted to cover all fucking bases.” Steve seethes, his gaze flickers to Andy as he notes down further points to have their case remain stronger.

“The drug laced water caused your initial bout of delirium, you couldn’t walk properly, the dizziness you reported. Your memory gaps are likely because of it.” Darcy explains looking right at you.

Scott gestures to the picture of your right forearm, two small puncture wounds.

“We also found a mix of other sedatives and drugs in your system, which explains the puncture wounds caused by injections. Likely the ones that caused your physical movements to shut down to get you to comply.” Scott taps the paper where the complicated drug name is written.

“Are you having any symptoms?” He looks up from the paper.

“Nausea, I threw up a few times last night… Sleep isn't that great either but it hardly has been since the past few weeks.” You shrug, “I can’t stomach heavy food yet, soup and crackers or toast is the way right now, nothing too um cheesy, Bucky tried giving me ice cream, it’s a thing we do on hard days… I cried when I couldn’t stomach that either.” you wince.

Bucky nods, the memory flashing in his mind he thought you were crying out of panic but the tears came about because a comfort moment you shared with him was ruined. He assured you, he said it would be okay the two of you would be eating ice cream in no time as he held you.

“Understandable it’s been under forty eight hours still, that should pass but it’s better you progress with food over another two days.” Darcy collects the images back, tucking them into the folder.

Andy places three envelopes on the table, the two agents look at him.

“They received gifts.” He gestures with his head to the envelopes.

“Simultaneously, this morning at around eleven.” Matt adds, he tilts his head as they put on gloves and go through the pictures.

Darcy looks up at Steve and Bucky.

“You realise these implicate the two of you for illegal substance abuse.” She quirks a brow.

“We were hoping in exchange for this further evidence to take down our favourite Hollywood biggie, we work out a deal for my clients.” Matt provides a charming smile when Darcy gives an exasperated sigh her eyes narrow into a mini glare.

“Now, Agent Lewis, I am playing nice and not the devil.” Matt quips, still smug.

“What are you proposing?” She twists her lips to one side.

“Full immunity, no charges against them for their substance abuse, yes they were stupid using these drugs before but a major part of it was forced.” Andy places the demand.

Scott shakes his head, “How do you both still face this asshole?”

“With a shit tonne of hatred.” Steve says.

“Massive self restraint.” Bucky adds.

“Put this into processing.” Darcy moves the envelopes towards Scott, he produces a larger evidence bag from his jacket.

“I dabble in magic.” Scott chuckles seeing your surprise.

“That's cool.” You say amused, he flicks his wrist and a flower appears, he hands it to you. You laugh.

“My daughter loves it when I have tricks up my sleeve.” Scott grins as you give a chuckle, “Only she has the best sense of humour.”

Steve rolls his eyes, Andy kicks him from under the table, the two brothers scowl at each other.

Bucky catches the exchange, he only smiles looking at the smile gracing your features.

“I can offer no charges, I, however, require full cooperation.” Darcy looks at everyone, “This case is high stakes, I want this man behind bars as much as you. If you have secrets, know they will come out since we will pry into everything.” She warns.

“You do what you need to, I don’t care if I have to spy on him for you.” Bucky leans forward, “He took from me, I’m not letting him take from her or take her away.” His voice is laced with emotion despite the cold front he’s putting up.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Barnes. However, this doesn’t work easily like the movies.” Darcy taps the table, “He’s declared to harm the two of you in case Y/N blows the whistle on him. Her case is as sensitive as yours, she’s unfortunately got more to lose than a man. Your need for vengeance and justice is understood and felt. He’s a vile man. My team and I will not rest till we get him.”

“If I may?” Matt requests the floor.

“By all means.” Darcy offers the floor.

“I understand the emotional response. I truly do, Agent Lewis is correct in heeding you both not to react emotionally.” Matt’s opened palm gestures to Steve and Bucky.

Both of them scowl.

“You need to understand, if this goes south, if he catches a whiff. There is no prediction of his reaction and how severe it will be.” He concludes.

“Which means no disrespectful comments or egging him on, or any of the other stupidity.” Andy looks at his brother then Bucky.

They nod.

“It applies to you too, Y/N.” Andy turns his gaze to you, it’s softer almost reminding you of Steve’s gaze.

You nod, “Understood.”

“He may ask you to do things for him, to blackmail you. Remember to record these conversations. The state of New York allows recording conversations if one party is consenting.” Darcy informs you.

“Preferably record videos so it proves you are not tampering with evidence.” Scott adds.

You look towards Andy and Matt.

“It’s our best effort to pin blackmail on him.” Matt purses his lips then sighs, “I know you may not agree, you may want to retaliate but know that he is serious about these threats.”

Matt’s words leave a sour taste in Steve’s mouth. He knew first hand Alexander’s warnings should be heeded.

“We’ll comply.” He says, looking at you and Bucky, “We have to keep her safe.”

“We’re doing this for her.” Bucky’s words have you feeling some type of way.

“And for yourselves.” You remind him.

Steve gives you a half hearted smile, Bucky only looks down at your bandaged hand.

You’re exhausted as you lay in your bed. They made you recount the whole ordeal again. Your fingertips brush over your cheeks, how do you still have tears left? The night was restless; you wondered if asking Bucky to stay over would have helped.

Sighing you make your way to your door then your mum's, you smile seeing her asleep. No marker’s of pain on her face.

Grabbing your laptop you make your way to the hall then pause blinking at the people sitting and grinning at you.

Loki, Ace, Steve, Yelena, Natasha, Angel, Sam and Bucky.

The small table is covered with food, different take out boxes and soda cans, and a laptop is connected to the TV. Brooklyn Nine Nine is lined up to play. You look from the screen to them, tears brimming your eyes.

“I love you all.” You set your laptop down, they all lunge forward enveloping you in a group hug.

“We love you too.” Yelena smiles, you beam brightly at her.

The group settles into a comfortable rhythm, soft laughter, food being shared. You’re sitting between Yelena and Ace. Loki and Bucky joking around, Steve laughing at their antics. He’s still getting used to Loki being hot and cold but he knows he deserves it.

When the call button chimes, Natasha and you help your mom on to her wheelchair and bring her out. Bucky switches out to Nailed It pressing play. They fill her plate with food that isn’t spicy and take turns helping her eat.

You end up taking so many pictures, your heart full as well as your belly. It’s unsaid but you can feel the love of this small family you’ve found amidst the chaos.

Your mother meets your gaze after she looks at everyone laughing along the episode. Dessert was eaten and now a comfortable silence envelopes only broken by the laughter and occasional joke.

She gives you a beaming smile. Her hand reaches for yours, you grasp it between both of yours, it’s warm, you smile.

“I used to worry, of how I could leave you all alone.” She says misty eyed, you’re about to protest, but she stops you by raising her other hand.

“I used to, then I worried more after your dad’s accident.” She continues then looks around the room once again. Everyone meets her gaze, Steve pauses the episode.

“I see now though you’ve found a family for yourself.” She smiles, “I don’t need to worry anymore.”

“We’ll take care of her.” Natasha says, the others nod in agreement.

“I know you will, and she will take care of you when you need her too.” Your mother smiles, running her palm over your head.

“She takes care of us all already.” Bucky admits, “You’ve raised her so well.” he praises making her smile.

“You do realise that makes us all your kids right?” Loki grins cheekily. Steve nods, “I agree.”

“I do think you’re the best mom.” Ace adds, grinning.

“Yelena and I can have the papers drafted.” Natasha laughs when you shoot her a look.

“Oh don’t worry she won’t adopt Bucky.” She teases you, Bucky’s cheeks tinge pink.

“Nat.” He groans as everyone laughs at his expense, he meets your eyes from across the room.

“We’ll make her your mom in some way.” You tease him, hinting at the future you do see.

“I love you.” He says, making your own cheeks warm.

“I love you too.” You say to him.

Everyone coos at the two of you.

@/godofmischief: [uploads story to instagram]

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@/lokiismybabie: HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK @/ithinkimetbucky LOOK WHAT LOKI UPLOADED THEN DELETED HOLY SHIT.

[ attached screenshot, image from Y/N’s house, Angel, Sam, Loki, Bucky, Y/N, her Mother, Steve, Yelena, Natasha gathered around the couch, smiling at the camera, captioned: ‘we all got adopted today – found family’ ]

@/ithinkimetbucky: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THEY ALL ARE FRIENDS AND HOLY SHIT BUCKY AND Y/N ARE SO CUTE HER HEAD RESTING ON HIS SHOULDER– @/buckymademelikebooks GET ONLINE NOW

@/buckymademelikebooks: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WAIT IS THAT A CUT ON HER CHEEK OH FUCK?

@/buckymademelikebooksmore: guys my account was deleted @/ithinkimetbucky where did the tweets go?

@/ithinkimetbucky: @/buckymademelikebooksmore girl get on IG DMs lemme explain there what we’re theorising

@.y/nwrites: hi guys, i know there was a picture uploaded by loki it was supposed to be on his private instagram stories and we’ve all been there with the wrong upload lol. The reason I'm coming on is because several people are speculating about several things and I just want to clear up a few things:

A. I got into a little mishap on the stairs of my apartment complex which led to my injuries, I've been told to rest for recovery. No broken bones so that is great,

B. My found family is taking care of me and mom and we’re so thankful for them,

C. Also thank you to my readers and everyone who messaged to check in on me i’m so thankful for you all as well and as a treat I wanted to release Rhys’ extended point of view of planning the recreation of their first date night together in the same place (basically how he got the flowers) so check your inboxes a link should be there and if not you can sign up to gain exclusive access!

Thank you, I love you all!!!!!!!

@/ithinkimetbucky: @/buckymademelikebooksmore so guess the theory was wrong…

@/buckymademelikebooksmore: i’m so glad she’s okay and has people taking care of her, was so worried sick!

@/buckymademelikebooks: woohoo my account was reinstated!!!!!!!!!

HEADLINES:

Dolores Back In The Cast Of ITIMYIMDO!

Author Y/N Spotted Outside Since Bombshell Announcement to Support Dolores’ Return

Fans Not Happy About Return Start Petition On Website Again!

Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Arguing Outside SHIELD Building, The Director Leaves The Author In Tears.

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers Come Together For Charity Marathon, Seems Being Found Family Of Y/N Mended The Friendship.

A.N.: i missed you all! i hope to be more regular in updating, please let me know what you think!

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