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SkyClan
The Generous and Excitable
Leader: Applestar — white she-cat with pale yellow eyes
Deputy: Dawnpelt — long-haired light cream tabby tom
Medicine Cat(s):
Larkleap — long-haired golden tabby tom
Bluebellfur — calico she-cat with a fluffy tail
Ambassador: Songclaw — dark-colored she-cat
Warriors:
Stormfoot — long-haired light brown tabby tom
Bloomfur — long-haired golden brown tabby tom
Brookflower — long-legged pale tortoiseshell-and-white tom
Weedsong — three-legged smoky black tom with darker splotches
Curlycloud — very small flame-colored she-cat
Lionstripe — deaf smoky she-cat with hazel eyes
Sunpelt — long-haired flame-colored she-cat
Paleclaw — battle-scarred black she-cat with amber eyes
Storkflight — dark brown tabby tom with dark blue eyes
Blackbelly — white tom with blue eyes
Sleekwing — big dusky brown tom
Lightningwillow — snowy white jack.
Apprentices:
Harepaw — long-haired golden tabby she-cat
Stumpypaw — long-haired charcoal tabby she-cat
Queens:
Leafwing — swift calico she-cat with a twisted left hindpaw and orange eyes (permanent queen)
Thistlefoot — pale tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat (mother to Shrewkit, a red tom with a sliced ear; Crowkit, a light gray tabby she-kit; Brightkit, a long-legged smoky black she-kit; and Owlkit, a silver she-kit, all 8 moons old (apprenticeship delayed due to injury))
Liontail — long-haired red she-cat (permanent queen)
Elders:
Mudstone — calico tom
Graywish — mottled golden tabby she-cat
Territory:
SkyClan's hunting grounds are a large mountain range covered in a dense forest. Its main trees are redwoods and firs . It is a tough and dangerous place for loners and any other cats who don't know how to survive there.
Camp:
In the treetops of a large cottonwood. The dens are in old owl's nests or woven from thin branches and padded with moss for insulation. The main gathering point is in the clearing below, which is accessible via a thick vine. There is a stream running through the main clearing, which contains plentiful fish.
Landmarks:
Treecutplace - A place where Twolegs grow spruce trees and cut them down. The place is not too dangerous, so sometimes cats go there to hunt.
Twoleg Dock - A twoleg dock off the shore of a small lake, which is usually used by them for anchoring their water monsters.
Dog Den - A sandy cave in a boulder, where a Dog has made its den. Because of this, the cave is always avoided by patrols.
Water Monster - An abandoned twoleg water monster (boat) anchored on the shore of a small river.
Traditions:
Leaders can retire, giving away all of their remaining lives except one
The clan is led by a council of the leader, medicine cat(s), ambassador and deputy
The clan is entirely made up of kittypets and loners
Beliefs:
Religion: they listen to what StarClan has to say, but ultimately make their own decisions
ANGELICACLAN
The Idiotic and Capable
LEADER
YELLOWSTAR—a cream classic "pseudo-tabby" tom, with long fur, and green eyes.
DEPUTY
MURKHEART—a blue she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.
MEDICINE CAT:
BUZZARDSTONE—a short haired, chocolate she-cat, with amber eyes.
AMBASSADOR:
SCOUTWISH — icy white senior tom with a heavily scarred face.
WARRIORS
CORMORANTWHISKER—a black she-cat, with short fur, and green eyes.
CROWHEART—a black she-cat, with short fur, and gold eyes.
TANSYTHROAT—a red spotted "pseudo-tabby" she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.
SPIDERCLAW—a black she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.
ROOKLEG—a short haired, black spotted tabby tom, with gold eyes.
POPPYWHISKER—a short haired, chocolate and red, mackerel calico-tabby she-cat, with green eyes.
Dove— spiky-furred, chocolate tortie point senior molly with a heavily scarred face and body and a seemingly permanent frown.
APPRENTICES
BEEPAW—a red mackerel "pseudo-tabby" she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.
SLUGPAW—a short haired, black tom, with hazel eyes.
GORSEPAW—a short haired, red mackerel tabby tom, with amber eyes.
LIMPETPAW—a chocolate and red, spotted tortoiseshell she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.
QUEENS
EGRETEAR—a short haired, white she-cat, with amber eyes.
COOTBLAZE—a black and red, mackerel calico she-cat, with short fur, and amber eyes.
CUCKOOSTORM—a blue she-cat, with long fur, and amber eyes.
ELDERS
FOXSTRIPE—a red mackerel "pseudo-tabby" tom, with long fur, and gold eyes.
Shatterblossom — silver classic tabby tom with a heavily scarred face, missing claws and thick fur like a lion's mane, partially deaf.
Territory:
AngelicaClan's hunting grounds are mostly made up of thick forested hills. Its main trees are sycamores and alders. The ground is covered in fallen leaves. a river runs through the center of the territory. There are mountains to the north.
Camp:
Sheltered beneath the canopy of several ancient aspen trees, providing the AngelicaClan cats with dens beneath the roots and in some low-down owl's nests. The camp is surrounded by dense undergrowth. The entrance is a fallen tree that forms a bridge over the wall.
Landmarks:
Dark Woods - A patch of dense woodland, where many strange plants grow. Prey likes to hide here, but so do bears..
Water Monster - A twoleg water monster (boat) anchored on the shore of a small river.
Heron's Barn - A small twoleg barn that is home to an aggressive loner named Heron, who often attacks clan cats.
The Salmon Stream - A wide brook which usually contains all sorts of fish, mostly Salmon, in all seasons.
The Mole Tree - An ancient cottonwood tree where many Moles live, but also a dog.
Traditions:
The clan is led by a council of the leader, medicine cat(s), and deputy
AngelicaClan has a specialized rank the Ambassador since AngelicaClan accepts any loners or kittypets who wants join they have someone help the loners and kittypets get use to the territory the Ambassador, who must be a former kittypet/loner themselves. AngelicaClan shares this rank with Skyclan
Beliefs:
Religion: they listen to what StarClan has to say, but ultimately make their own decisions
CIDERCLAN
The Delightful and Well-developed
LEADER
Dandelionstar — black tabby senior jack with a dull pelt and strawberries tucked into their chest fur.
DEPUTY
Magnoliagrowl — gray-and-white jack with an oddly-shaped paw.
HEALERS
Rosefeather — young, black-and-white broken mackerel tabby jack.
Acorngale — freckled chocolate torbie-and-white jack.
WARRIORS
Splashwillow — bark brown tabby senior tom with a heavily scarred face and body.
Gravelprance — thin, silver mackerel tabby tom.
Falconbounce — mackerel tabby tom.
Cometfeet — pleasant, chestnut molly.
Flickeringstrike — lilac-ginger calico tom, virtually deaf
Pumpkinpoppy — densely-furred, silver tabby senior jack.
Mistletoemouse — bony, caramel-and-white jack with darker-colored ears
Brook — wiry-furred, cinnamon-and-white senior tom with a heavily scarred face, a long scar across his side and large ears.
Flamingmelody — calico jack.
APPRENTICES
Sailpaw — coltish, brindled silver molly.
Azaleapaw — copper-and-white tabby jack.
Dustpaw — newly-apprenticed, beige tabby tom.
NURSERY
Thistlefrost — honey-colored tabby molly.
currently caring for:
Dancekit — lilac-and-white molly.
ELDERS
Heatherwish — freckled chocolate caliby jack, partially deaf.
Hazelflower — stout, caramel tom with a dull pelt, orange ears and faint tabby markings.
Rainacorn — elderly, mottled caramel tom with a seemingly permanent frown, a long scar across his back and paralyzed hind legs.
Territory:
CinderClan's hunting grounds are in an abandoned twolegplace. It is very overgrown, and all of the wooden doors have rotted away. It is now mostly flooded. CinderClan is unbothered by twolegs.
Camp:
In a twoleg watch tower. The main rooms are used as dens, with the leader's den closest to the entrance. A large hole in the attic wall serves as a lookout point.
Landmarks:
The Hickory Bridge - A fallen Hickory tree that forms a bridge across a small ravine.
Tall Willows - A large grove of very tall Willow trees that was planted by twolegs. It is home to many lapwings, but also some snakes.
Water Monster - An abandoned twoleg water monster (boat) anchored on the shore of The Carp Stream.
The Carp Stream - A brook which usually contains all sorts of fish, mostly Carp, in all seasons.
Cave - A large cavern on the side of a hill.
Traditions:
Kits are usually named after a recently deceased cat
Warriors and queens vote on important clan choices
All kits are named by the leader
Beliefs:
Religion: they have their own ancestors that they follow, called ClawClan
BARNCLAN
The Hardworking and Reliable
LEADER
Voltstar — silver senior molly.
DEPUTY
Ripplegrip — agile, honey-colored speckled tabby molly.
HEALER
Duckspeckles — red tabby molly.
WARRIORS
Greenwave — freckled chestnut-and-white tom with a white leg.
Gladewave — tortoiseshell senior tom.
Mumblingwater — dappled snowy white tom.
Birchfluff — solid ashy gray molly.
Lilycinders — mottled lilly white tom.
Chivefish — brindled smoky black senior molly with rose petals tucked into her tail fur.
Flinteyes — black-and-white senior jack with a sagging pelt, a cream-colored tail tip and a cream-colored paw.
Slitheradder — smoky black molly with light amber eyes.
Stagfall — dappled beige tom with a cream-colored chest.
Tarbeard — lavender tabby senior molly with a dull pelt.
Squirrelprod — freckled caramel tom.
APPRENTICES
Shedpaw — coltish, mottled honey-colored-and-white molly with tiny emerald eyes, cream-colored paws and black socks.
Warrior Name : Shedfern.
Rainpaw — solid blue-gray tom with one crooked tooth.
Warrior Name : Rainhackle.
NURSERY
Boltcloud — cute, black-cream tortie point senior jack.
Cardinaldapples — copper senior jack.
currently nursing:
Windkit — russet molly with a wide gremlin-like face.
Warrior Name : Windmist
Briarkit — mottled russet molly with light yellow eyes, very dark tabby markings and a cream-colored chest and underbelly.
Warrior Name : Briartooth
ELDERS
Hatchfern — elderly, honey-colored tom, completely blind.
Woodsong — reddish-orange jack with a seemingly permanent frown, a triangular face and large ears.
Bubblingash — chocolate-and-white tom with icy blue eyes and a mostly silver face, completely deaf.
Territory:
BarnClan's hunting grounds are in a series of barns and farm land with a twoleg railroad to the north.
Camp: in a large twoleg barn, the stables are used as dens with the leader's den closest to the entrance. A large window in the attic serves as a lookout point.
Landmarks:
Sleeping Monster - A sleeping monster that hasn’t moved for as long as any cat can remember.
Carrionplace - A place where Twolegs throw garbage and scraps. There are many rats there, so it is a popular hunting place for BarnClan cats.
Twoleg Railroad - A wide twoleg railway. However, it is abandoned and twoleg monsters hardly ever drive across it.
Island Rocks - A warm pile of stones near the shore of a small river. A very good hunting spot because many sparrows live there in burrows.
Tumble's Barn - A twoleg barn that is home to a friendly loner named Tumble, who often helps clan cats.
Pine's Barn - A large twoleg barn that is home to a lazy kittypet named Pine.
Traditions:
Kits are sometimes stolen from other clans and raised without knowing the truth
Warriors get to pick their own names
Beliefs:
Religion: all BarnClan cats are reincarnated when they die, so they see StarClan as impartial judges of what kind of life a cat should be reborn into, rather than ancestors
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The Summer Camp - AU Bucky Barnes x OC
warnings: murder, blood, oral (m receiving), friday the 13th vibes, Minors DNI
word count: 9.7k
WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1271991584-the-summer-camp-willow
Masterlist
“I promise sweetheart, you’re going to love this place.” Willows's mother excitedly tapped on the steering wheel after rambling through the only five perks Howling Woods Summer Camp had to offer.
“I went here when I was your age and it’s how—“
“You met dad… I know mom.” Willow finished for her mother. A nervous pit of anxiety filled her stomach. At 18 the last thing she wanted to do this summer was babysit a bunch of snot-nosed kids but her mother promised that if she at least went one year, Willow could pick the out-of-state college she had her eye on.
“It’s gonna be a great sweetie.” her mother beamed from the driver's seat.
Willow had her doubts about the extreme promises of newfound friendships and bonding activities. She’d rather be at home or at her spot by the beach reading or listening to her records before she inevitably left her small town for bigger and better things. This was her unfortunate last hurrah and it would take a lot for her to change her mind that this summer wasn’t going to blow. After what felt like a lifetime, her mother's car pulled into the gravel lot past the Howling Woods Summer Camp sign.
They parked and Willow collected her things from the car and gave her mother one final goodbye before turning towards the camp. Her only sound of freedom was her mother's tires on the gravel behind her, fleeting off into the distance. The camp seemed normal, with a large mess hall to greet the campers and a row of cabins to the right tucked just along the tree line.
Willow could already hear whooping and laughter followed by the unmistakable sounds of splashing as her feet carried her towards the lake. She tutted along with her duffel bag hanging off of her shoulder until a petite redhead came into view. The girl was sitting at the edge of one of the picnic tables watching over a group of kids playing with horse shoes.
“Excuse me?” Willow’s voice cracked slightly. An awkward smile spread across her features as the girl turned. “I’m uh... I’m Willow. I’m supposed to check in with James?”
The girl's brow furrowed for a moment before her eyes went wide, snapping her fingers. “Oh! You mean Bucky! Are you one of the new counselors?” She asked, standing up and clapping her hands together.
Willow sighed with a soft nod. “Yeah, I am.”
“Well, Willow, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Wanda! Come on, I’ll take you to see him.” Her voice was bubbly with a smoky quality to it that made Willow smile. Wanda snaked her arm with Willows and began leading her towards the lake. “Knowing him he’ll be down here with Stevie, pretending that they’re actually lifeguards.”
She nodded, taking note of another name to remember. They reached the lake and saw two young men jumping off a floating platform. “Boys! Come meet Willow!” Wanda called from the edge of the water.
Willow adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder and nervously chewed on her lip, and then she saw a man with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes that she could see from afar emerge from the lake.
Water dripped down his sculpted torso, his blue short shorts just barely clinging to his hips and muscular thighs. He had gorgeous, sharp cheekbones and full lips that curled in a smile the second he laid eyes on her. His friend was just as gorgeous and muscular with long blonde hair, large biceps, and a pair of bright red short shorts.
"They like to think they're hot shit-- You left your whistles in the office, you goons!" Wanda called as she shook two yellow whistles in her hand. The dark-haired one flashed Willow a smile that made her knees knock together as he approached and stuck his hand out.
"Sorry, Wands. Hi, I'm Bucky. This is Steve."
Willow stared, mouth open, for way longer than she should have done. It was only when Bucky raised his eyebrow at her that she realized and she shook her head slightly, putting her hand in his. “W-Willow” she managed, flushing pink.
Bucky‘s toothy grin was plastered to his face as he shook her hand, his thumb rubbing gently against her skin. Willow felt goosebumps on her thighs and a solid flutter from the butterflies in her stomach. “Well, hey there,” Steve drawled as he squeezed excess lake water from his incredibly red, impossibly short shorts.
Willow cleared her throat and dropped her hand from Buckys extending it to Steve. “Nice to meet you both” she swallowed thickly.
Steve brought her knuckles up and pressed his lips to them, “We are very happy to have you, Willow”. Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder, causing a booming laugh to leave his chest.
“Will you boys behave?! You're gonna scare the poor girl away” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Sorry about them...”
"I promise we’ll behave now." Steve said, apologizing in a fake sickly sweet tone. His hair, a dark brown from being wet, fell into his stormy blue eyes.
"Stevie, we all know y'all will not behave." Wanda said with an eye roll.
“You wound me.” Steve scoffed, a delicious smile forming on his lips as he slapped his huge hands against his bare chest.
“If you're done screwing the new girl with your eyes, can one of you take her up to her cabin?” Wanda tilted her head to the side and snapped her gum at both men before slapping her hand flat against Bucky’s chest. The whistles rattled together as he took them and both men lifted them over their heads.
“Come on then, new girl. With me.” Bucky grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and unhooking Willow’s duffel from her arm. “I’ll take that, it’s a bit of a hike.”
“Stick to the trail, Bucky! Don’t confuse her with your stupid shortcuts!” Wanda called after them and Bucky replied with a dismissive wave of his arm.
"So," Willow starts as they begin going up the trail, trying to ignore the chill that runs through her body at the sight of the towering trees closing off the trail on both sides,
"What are we doing first?" She sees the ghost of a smirk cross his face before it's replaced with a serious face when he turns to her, "Training. You're not working with the kids on your own today."
Willow couldn't help but be surprised at his expression. She didn't think someone here actually took their job that seriously? She looked down at her feet for a second before Bucky leaned into her line of sight with a broad smile.
His hand caught her arm and Willow felt like she was shocked. "I'm kidding. You think this place has fuckin' training?" he giggled as he continued walking, Willow rolling her eyes.
“Does this trail ever end?” She laughed softly as they headed further into the tree line. Bucky smirked, turning back to her.
“Why? You afraid to be alone with little ole me?” He said mocking a pout. Slight irritation licked at her as that knee-knocking grin spread across his face again.
“Maybe you should be the one afraid of me.” She smirked.
“I’m shaking.” Bucky laughed lightly, hand bumping Willow’s as they walked, sending a flare of heat down her spine.
He grinned at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach. God, he's cute.
"Nice to know someone around here has some bite. You're gonna need it, these kids are little fuckin' monsters."
Willow laughed as Bucky raised an eyebrow.
"I doubt they're that bad."
"Yeah? I caught two of them eating Elmer's glue right out of the tub like it was cake batter, another one got his head stuck in the railings of one of the cabin staircases and his friends covered his head in Crisco to try and get him out. And another duct taped his friend to a fucking tree and left him there during a storm. They're demons, and they'll eat you alive if you let them." He paused and looked her up and down. "But you look like you can handle 'em, darlin'."
“Sounds like a typical weekend in my hometown.” Willow deadpanned.
Bucky stopped and turned to face her before letting out a giant belly laugh.
“Yeah, New Girl, you’re gonna do fine,” he said, slinging his arm over her shoulders and continuing their journey. “Cabin’s just up here.”
They followed a small dirt path up to a large, log cabin. Willow stared up at the cobwebs and dust that adorned the porch. Some lawn chairs were scattered near the door and there were partially crushed beer cans littered across the entryway.
Howling Woods was advertised as rustic and rugged, but this is not what Willow was expecting. Bucky ushered her up the stairs, giving a half bow as she giggled.
“After you” he announced proudly, as he quickly swept an empty condom wrapper off the stairs and onto the ground.
Well, she thought as her feet creaked against the wooden steps, at least the counselors seem to have fun here.
The two of them entered the cabin and Willow took in her surroundings. Messy bunk beds lined the wooden walls, with clothes trailing out of different suitcases and bags. “It’s …. nice” she commented, her brows furrowed as she walked further in. A floorboard creaked from a room beside her and just as she was about to open the door, a tall blonde leaped from behind in and wailed, his tongue hanging down his chin. Willow screeched and stumbled backward as her hand went flying into him.
“Walker what the fuck!” Bucky pushed him back as the blonde howled with laughter.
"You dipshit." Bucky boomed at the blonde, looking like was about to beat him up.
"Woah, back up, Barnes. I was just joking around." The blonde kid named John Walker, walked off before Bucky could sucker-punch him.
"You should be careful scaring people" Willow hummed just loud enough for him to hear.
"And why is that sweetheart?" Walker turned around as he bounded down the creaky steps to look at her.
"We're all alone out here in the woods, you don't know what's out there that might be bigger than you" she smirked and watched the color drain from his expression.
"That was dark," Bucky laughed over her shoulder as he tossed her duffle bag onto the bed. "should I be worried about you getting cabin fever out here?"
“Don’t worry, Bucky.” She turned back and smiled sweetly, “you’ll be safe if I go crazy, you’re too cute to die.”
He held his hand over his heart and sighed dramatically, “Thank God! I knew my dashing looks would get me more than just a good lay one day, too bad Johnny boy!”
John gave them both a dirty look, lingering more on Willow's face as she tried to hold back a giggle before he walked away. "He's fun" Willow stated with a deadpan face as she eyed the bunk beds to try and pick a clean looking one, Bucky laughing behind her, "Yup, Johnny boy is a hoot." He added sarcastically.
Willow plopped down on the twin mattress, a small puff of dust rising from the movement. She pulled her braid of long blonde hair over her shoulder. "So...which one is yours?" she asked, "I might want a tour sometime...since you did such a great job of walking me here, I mean."
She watched as Bucky's eyes went wide for a moment before taking a step towards her, "You definitely aren't shy." he started as he leaned down to her, "Are you, sweetheart?"
“I don’t know handsome,” Willow said, standing up, pressing Bucky backward a step. “I’d say I’m just, good at getting what I want.” She glanced down at his shorts, the outline of his dick prominent, before looking back up at Bucky and winking.
His eyes went wide and she watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Willow has always been a little disarming, guys never expected her to be as bold as she was. Bucky blushed and stammered, water still dripping from his hair down his chest.
"I-- you--"
"Don't dish it out if you can't take it, sweetheart," she whispered as she gently tugged on the whistle around his neck, watching his cock get hard. Those shorts really didn't conceal anything.
Leaning in even closer, she traced one of the water droplets with her finger down his chest, stopping as she reached his stomach. Bucky couldn’t help but tense his abs as he sucked in a shaky breath. Willow dropped her eyes again and then dragged them back up to his.
“Down boy,” she whispered, lifting the corner of her mouth in a smirk.
"Fuck." he whispered before he hungrily pushed her against the wall and engulfed her lips in a hungry kiss, so carnal and raw that it shocked her a little bit. Willow leaned into him, indulging his quick, hot tempered need to have her but she wanted to have some fun with the handsome camp supervisor first.
Willow pushed against his chest with her hand as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "So eager." she giggled and wrapped her fingers into the rope of his whistle. "Get on the bed," she ordered.
His wet brown hair fell into his face as she pushed him back gently with the palm of her hand. He dropped to the bed using his hands to brace himself and leaned back so he could look at her. His blue eyes were bright and wide with excitement as she stood over him. "Atta boy," she smiled, "such a good listener."
Willow tilted her head, curling a piece of hair around her finger as her gaze traveled over his body, all toned and wet and laid out just for her. Not even an hour into her camp experience and she had the hottest counselor wrapped around her little finger. God, she was good.
“Where to start…” she hummed, eyes falling to Bucky’s cock as he eagerly tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Uh, uh, uh. Are you gonna be good for me, Bucky?”
A whine escaped his pink lips, nodding his head as his tongue ran over them. Willow shook her head unsatisfied, "Words, baby. So let's try it again; are you gonna be good?" She whispered as she leaned over him, a single finger trailing from the dip in his throat all the way up to under his dimpled chin as she looked into his beautiful, blown-out eyes.
"So good," Bucky whispered, long lashes fluttering closed as he tilted his head down. He pressed his soft lips to the palm of her hand and butterflies erupted under Willow's skin.
She gripped his chin, pulling him up to her mouth. The kiss was all tongue and teeth again, soft whines coming from both of them. Willow wasn't sure what was happening, but she wanted to fuck him bad.
Willow felt the warmth of his large hands wrap around her, his touch setting fire to her already burning skin as he pulled her into his lap. She could feel just how painfully hard he was with every slight movement of her hips, eliciting a soft moan to escape her lips. Bucky's body writhed beneath her, no doubt searching for any form of release. Willow nipped at his bottom lip, tugging gently as she pulled away.
"Now, that's not behaving is it?" She asked breathlessly.
“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky gasped, stilling his hips as Willow buried her hands in his hair, twisting in the strands. “Buck! You in there?” came Steve’s voice from outside, just before he burst through the door. They turned to look at him, Willow still in Bucky’s lap, his hands on her waist.
Willow jumped out of Bucky’s lap and he stood up, running his hand through his hair as Steve stumbled through the door. His eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “What’s goin’ on in here?”
“Nothing,” Willow and Bucky replied in unison.
“Uh-huuuuhh. Sure. Buck, we gotta prep for the campfire session tonight.” He turned to Willow and wiggled his eyebrows. “You wanna see Buckaroo chop some wood for the fire? Or did you guys wanna save the wood for after hours if you know what I’m talkin’ about?”
“ROGERS!” Bucky shouted. He lunged at his friend as he ran out of the room giggling while Bucky sighed.
“That punk has a sixth sense, I swear,” Bucky laughed a little awkwardly.
“Well, his timing’s not the best, I’ll give you that,” Willow grinned, “but if I get to watch you put those muscles of yours to work I guess I can take a rain check.” She stepped up to him and kissed him again, short but full of fire. “We’re gonna finish this later,” she whispered against his mouth before turning and heading out of the cabin, leaving him slack-jawed and breathless.
Willow smiled to herself as she jogged back down the path, hearing splashing and laughter in the distance. She needed a second to cool off after that little moment in the cabin. It was a warm day anyway, and the slight breeze felt good against her skin. Bucky was wrapped around her little finger, and she was excited to see exactly what he was packing in those short shorts after the campfire.
She walked out by the water and looked down at the pier, watching the rest of the counselors splash around. As she stood watching, she heard a branch snap from the woods beside her, causing her to spin quickly and peer into the dark trees. “Bucky? Is that you?” Willow called.
Her breath accelerated as she looked around to see if she could see who was there. She started shaking, more branches cracking, the sounds becoming louder.
Walker stepped out from behind a tree, a smug grin on his face. Willow rolled her eyes and shook free of the creeping feeling that crawled up her spine.
"You look disappointed I'm still alive." He laughed. "I come in peace," he held his hands in the air and joined her on the dock. "You know I thought I recognized that pretty blonde hair," he tugged on her braid as his breath made her skin hot. "You're that Voorhees weirdo. My dad knew your mom in high school. Heard she was a…" Walker's eyes turned down, trailing over her body, "freak. Are you like your momma?"
“You know nothing, John,” Willow replied through gritted teeth, taking a step back. “And I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”
John laughed, leaning against a wooden post as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Or what? You’ll set out your little lapdog Bucky on me? I heard she was a feisty one too, your mom, had a temper.” He taunts.
If only you knew... She thought as flashes of her mom's flaring temper around their house crossed her mind. Rolling her eyes, Willow shook those thoughts out and pushed on her hands to get up and leave, looking down at John, "I don't need to set someone on you, I can easily do what I want on my own, use that temper. So stay the fuck away from me, Walker!" She sneered at him before walking away from his smug face, hiding her shaking hands.
"You know," he yelled to her back as she crossed the dock. "They still tell stories about what they did to her back then." Willow stopped, straightening up. She had heard the stories too. They said it's why her mom wouldn't let her go out, no going to parties. The only thing she could do was sneak in and out her bedroom window every night. She was surprised when her mom offered to bring her here, no, nearly demanded it.
Anger flared in her chest as Walker chuckled from behind her. Her hands balled into fists as she spun back around and stomped toward him. Walker just grinned, arms crossed over his chest. “My dad said your mom had a real pretty mouth on her despite her being a freak.” He sneered. “Lookin’ at you now, I can see he was right. Like mother, like daughter.” Willow’s sneakers thudded against the old wood as she paced at him, throwing up her hands and shoving him back into the lake with every ounce of strength and rage in her.
“Willow!” Bucky’s voice echoed against the trees behind her, “What are you doing!?”
“Taking out the trash- sorry for polluting the lake,” she said, glaring down at Walker who was standing waist-deep in the lake.
“Fuck you, Voorhees, you’re a bigger freak than your mom!” Walker sneered. Willow took a step towards him but felt a hand on her arm, holding her back.
"Hey," Bucky whispered, "he's just a prick. Don't worry about him." Willow turned around and sniffled, tears misting her eyes. Bucky smiled and wiped them away, his thumb brushing her cheekbone softly. "He's gonna get canned at the end of the summer anyway."
"WHAT?!" Walker shouted.
"I SAID GARGLE MY BALLSACK, WALKER!" Bucky shouted. Willow laughed and Bucky blushed, gesturing toward the area where they were setting up the campfire. "C'mon. You can supervise me, give me tips on how to chop campfire wood."
He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together as he led them towards the others. “What was he saying to get you so wound up, New Girl?” He asked softly.
“Just stupid shit about…ghosts” she muttered in return, frowning darkly before turning a beaming smile towards him. “Anyway, enough of that dick. If you get the biggest wood pile I’ll give you a reward. Maybe s’mores, or maybe something more…” she teased.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her as they joined the other counselors in a small clearing. Steve gave them both a nod and a wink and Willow introduced herself to some of the others - Kate, Peter, Sam, Yelena, Scott, and Hope. Everyone was really friendly and welcoming as they planned the campfire activities. As Willow listened to Peter excitedly ramble about his favorite campfire songs, her eyes wandered to Bucky as his pile of wood grew taller. The veins in his hands bulged as they flexed around the handle of the axe. Her eyes ran up his muscular forearms, to his bulging biceps, and finally- his incredibly lean shoulders. She practically drooled as beads of sweat ran down his chiseled abs. He made eye contact with her and gave her a shit-eating grin before he wound up and brought a powerful strike down against the block of wood. A deafening crack sang through the clearing as she imagined him splitting her open, in an entirely different way. Peter nudged an elbow into Willow’s side, hurtling her consciousness back to Earth.
“Can you even hear me? Seems like the two of you have really bonded” he said with a wink.
Willow blushed hard. “Yeah well, we got interrupted before we could really bond if you know what I mean.” she sighed.
Yelena’s eyes widened as she nudged Willow, “Damn new girl, you’re settling in just fine!” She commented, sending Kate and Wanda into a fit of giggles.
“Well, he can’t seem to stop staring at you. So it looks like you’ve got yourself something fun to do for the summer.” Hope replied with a wink.
Willow chuckled and her smile widened as she thought about the prospect of spending time with Bucky. And her thoughts were fucking filthy.
She barely had the mind to see Steve wandering over. He shooed Peter away with his hand, flicking his lighter on and plunking himself down next to her. His legs straddled the massive log with ease as he stuffed his lighter away and rocked in closer so that his face was nearly touching the side of hers. "Whatcha thinking about?" He whispered, taking a puff of his cigarette.
She turned, their eyes meeting, and gave him a wicked grin, "I'm thinking about all the ways I'm going to finish what you rudely interrupted earlier."
Steve buckled down with laughter, his hand clutching his chest and his smoke hanging loosely from his lips, "I really fucking love this girl!" he boomed into the clearing.
She laughed along with him, her cheeks flushing from the attention his words drew to her, she felt his gaze on her body, making it prickle with goosebumps on her skin. Taking a deep breath, Willow's eyes involuntarily wandered back to Bucky as he finished stacking up the wood, making his way over to sit on her other side, they were almost caging her small frame in between them.
"How's that for wood chopping, eh?" He leaned to whisper in her ear, a proud grin taking over his face as she turned to him, pretending to be in thought just to tease him, "I don't know," and his smile began to drop before she continued, "pretty impressive, I guess." She finished reaching her hand to wrap around his bicep, squeezing it lightly. Bucky was about to reply when all heads turned to the approaching figure, effectively silencing everyone.
Twigs snapped as a man emerged and Willow had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Steve turned his head and she could see his shoulders shake from across the fire pit. The man was wearing shorts so small it made Steve’s shorts look like capri pants. A white crop top hung loosely on his torso, adorned with not one, not two, but three whistles. "Not getting started without me, are we?" the man asked, an eyebrow cocking up as his tongue darted out to wet his mustache. Steve full-on snorted and Wanda slapped his shoulder as he wiped away a tear.
"Uh--Zemo..." Peter started with a wince, "I think you grabbed one of the girls' shorts..." The man glanced down, running long thin fingers across the dead animal currently adorning his upper lip. "No, no Parker. These are mine." Steve howled with laughter as he fell backward into the dirt, his hand across his chest while Wanda buried her face into her hands. Willow turned her head slightly to hide her own laughter into Bucky's arm. She could feel his own shoulders shaking against her skin which only made it difficult for her to stop.
“Alright, someone get this fire going, it’s time you all heard about the one they called, The Ghost,” Zemo said, clapping his hands together. Steve and Bucky set up some logs, sparking a flame with Steve’s lighter and getting a roaring fire going. “The Ghost was a regular man once, they say. Before he became what he did…” Zemo trailed off, fire crackling, everyone entranced. “He was the best of the best, no one could catch him, no one ever saw him coming, and those who didn’t live long.” Willow shuddered, despite the heat from the fire and being huddled closer to Bucky.
It was starting to get darker and Willow heard a twig snap in the distance as Zemo kept telling the story. Her heart started to race and she reached out to hold Bucky's arm as she looked around the quickly darkening forest behind them. John flashed her a shit-eating grin from the other end of the campfire. "Scared, Voorhees?"
"Fuck off, Walker. Dumb shitbag," Steve quipped. He reached down and threw a rock, laughing as it bounced off of John's thick skull.
"His stories are all bullshit anyway, sugar," Bucky whispered. He grinned and pulled her close to him, his hand resting on her thigh. Willow could feel the cool metal from his silver skull rings against her warm skin. Zemo blew one of his whistles and everyone around the campfire jumped.
"Ow! Zemo, what the hell?!" Bucky shouted as everyone covered their ears.
Zemo glared at him. "Don't be rude, Barnes."
Bucky made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and flipped Zemo off low enough that he didn’t see but Willow and Steve did, making them both snicker. Bucky moved his hand further up her thigh squeezing gently, and she shuddered again but this time it wasn’t because of Zemo’s story. She turned her face into his neck and pressed a gentle kiss against the soft skin there and she felt the vibration of his hum on her lips.
Zemo cleared his throat, giving them a pointed look. “As I was saying…”
Zemo continued with his story, his voice booming. The man obviously had a passion for the theatrical. The fire crackled and threw a gentle glow against everyone’s faces, captivated by the story of The Ghost. Except Willow, who was captivated by Bucky’s fingers, tracing circles against her thigh. He ducked his head down and pressed his lips ever so lightly against the side of her neck, nipping at her pulse with his teeth. She felt wetness pool in her panties and took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Zemo’s ghost stories are always a crock of shit,” he whispered in the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked against it and she stifled a moan. He squeezed her thigh again. “Why don’t we go get some more firewood?” He pushed his nose against her soft, blonde hair, inhaling deeply. “I think I know a piece of wood you’ll really like,” he growled.
Willow's breath caught in her throat, as she nodded once and almost jumped off the log they were sitting on pulling Bucky with her. She cleared her throat, “We’re uh, gonna get more firewood” she mumbled quickly.
They made their way out into the woods, Bucky gripped her waist causing a loud giggle to escape her lips, as she spun around and pressed into a tree. “Shh angel.. no interruptions this time” Bucky hummed, capturing her lips with his.
"You promised me a piece of wood, Barnes. Now, let’s see." Willow lowered herself onto her knees. "Yes, I did." He swallowed hard as Willow made a quick way of his shorts and briefs, his cock standing to attention just for her.
"I don't know if you won the contest," she giggled, stroking the length of his shaft with the back of her forefinger. "Back at the campfire, Steve was making a compelling argument that he-"
Bucky pulled her up and stopped her talking with a slow, hungry kiss. Taking her bottom lip between his and took his time savoring her.
"Naughty," she huffed breathlessly and pulled her hand from his erection. "I want to hear you beg."
"Willow," he pressed his lips to her neck in a fury, panicked and needy they stopped just below her ear. "Beg, Bucky." She whispered against his hair, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck so she could pull on the small strands around his nape.
He groaned as she pulled his head back by his hair, hissing at the sting of her pull.
She started placing small chaste kisses to his cheeks, jawline and down his neck while she taunted him with her other hand tracing figures around his hip bones. Bucky's breathing was ragged and shallow, his body twitching under her touch.
Licking a hot stripe up to his ear, Willow bit down gently before teasing him, "Come on, baby. Let me hear you."
Bucky's breath was hot on her shoulder as he huffed sharply, his body pressing her further into the bark. Willow placed a kiss on his clenched jaw as her nails raked against his cock, the swollen head now obvious against her hip. His head fell forward against the tree trunk.
"Please,' he groaned. "Please, let me feel your mouth. Fuck I want you so bad."
Her hand reached down between his legs, stroking him as little whines escaped his lips. His eyes were completely rolled back as he rutted his hips against her hand.
Releasing him, she slid back down to her knees.
"Maybe if you stay still enough, I'll let you finish," Willow whispered, looking up at his flushed face.
"Please..." He begged into the bark.
She smiled at the melting puddle of a man standing in front of her. Twice now, Willow had reduced him down to a whimpering mess and it only made the fire in her own stomach burn brighter.
Willow wrapped her hand around the base of his length, stroking gently as small moans slipped from his plush pink lips, his forehead still pressed against the tree. She positioned herself, raising up slightly before licking the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Bucky hissed at the contact which only encouraged her more as she wrapped her lips around him and began bobbing her head slowly.
Bucky was shaking, holding still as Willow swirled her tongue around the head of his dick.
“Darlin’ please, let me come,” Bucky pleaded, voice cracking. Willow looked up at him, humming and watching his eyes roll back into his head. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips and his dick before breaking.
“I suppose you’ve been good,” she murmured, stroking his cock. “Okay, baby, you can come, whenever you’re ready.”
Willow wrapped her lips around him and sucked on him until her cheeks hollowed out. Bucky groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. His hips snapped and forced his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his thighs, hearing him groan above her. His rings clinked together as his fingers bumped into each other. Bucky began to whine, desperate and aching for her.
"Fuck, princess, that's so good. Fuck, you're gonna make me come--"
A scream echoed through the air and Willow pulled back, gasping.
"What the fuck?!"
"Nonononono!" Bucky begged, biting down on his lip. "No, please, baby, I was so close! It's just Steve fucking around out there!"
A twig snapped, echoing through the woods. Willow got to her feet and looked into the darkness, her eyes wide and frantic.
"Bucky, there's someone out there."
He tugged on her shirt gently and whimpered.
"Come on, Willow, there's nobody! Nothing happened! It's just Rogers-- HEY, STEVE! FUCK OUTTA HERE, WILL YA?"
They both paused and all Willow heard was a thick, eerie silence that seemed to fill the forest around them with dread.
A bloodcurdling scream cut through the air. High pitched, filled with fear and grief. The hair on the back of Willow’s neck immediately rose. It was coming from the campfire- and it was one of the girls. “What the fuck is happening?” she whispered, feeling a sudden chill in the air.
“Willow- wait- maybe you could-“ Bucky pleaded as Willow grabbed his hand and ran back towards the group. Another scream as they got closer, this time from one of the guys. She hoped to God that, somewhere along the way, he’d tucked his cock back into his shorts.
Willow stopped dead in her tracks and Bucky ran directly into her back. The entire group was gathered by the fire, all shaking and crying. Zemo was crying the hardest. She followed their eyes to find Walker’s body slumped over a bench about 10 feet away, near the s’mores ingredients. His throat had been slit, and there was a hunting knife sticking out of his back.
“What the fuck is going on?” Scott shrieked, kicking the ever-loving shit out of a nearby log.
"Walker was killed." Bucky swallowed hard, toughening his stance. Surrounding him, people screamed, and loud cries echoed through the air.
"He said he was going to the bathroom," Wanda whimpered from where Yelena held her an arm's length away from Walker's dead body. "And then he stumbled back out of the forest like that."
"Where's Rogers?" Bucky asked his hand around Willow's in a vice grip. Peter shrugged, just trying to console a hysterical Zemo.
"I'm right fucking here," He barked. He walked into the light of the raging campfire, a hot pink bandana tied into his long blonde hair, and war paint smudged across his cheeks. He pumped a shotgun with one hand as he stomped toward the axe and pulled it from the wood effortlessly. "Here, take this. There's something, or someone hunting us," he tossed the axe in Bucky's direction before kneeling next to the dead body.
It nearly smacked the camp supervisor in the face but Willow caught it in her palm and twirled it in her hands.
"That was really hot," Steve paused to look at her with playful consideration as he gripped Walkers hair and yanked his lifeless head up. "Definitely a someone," He said looking at the rough knife cut across John's pale throat. Peter puked at the sight of the blood to the left of Zemo, every marshmallow in his body tumbling to the ground violently.
Scrunching up her face in disgust, Willow slapped his hand off of Walker's head, "Stop that! I don't know what's more disgusting; the blood or the vomit." She yelled at Steve as her eyes traveled across everyone's scared faces.
Bucky had collected himself enough that he was now ushering the kids away from the sight of John's body with Wanda helping him.
"Look," Willow called out to get everyone's attention, "We need to know what the hell is going on here!" As a few people nodded their agreement.
"Just get everyone inside and then we can re-group and maybe search for whoever did this" Willow ordered her fellow counselors as she glanced back at the dead body, the sight of blood trailing down the pale skin making her skin crawl.
Willow turned away from the sight of John's limp body on the ground and back to the group of counsellors that were still huddled together. Bucky made his way back to her, following her eyeline.
"Hey! You heard her! Get the kids inside the mess hall!" His voice boomed through the thick night air, his hands now on his hips. They watched Peter usher Zemo inside while Wanda and Kate gathered the rest of the kids.
She turned to him, "We need to find out if anyone else went missing besides us and John during Zemo's story."
Bucky's brows furrowed, bright blue eyes meeting his. "You think someone here at Camp did this?" He asked, pointing to John.
Steve huffed as he stood, "Bucky's right... John was an asshole but no one here hated him that much."
She ran a hand over her face with a shrug. "The camp is pretty secluded though. Whoever did this is either here or some psycho hunting down teenagers in the woods for fun.”
“Ain’t that a happy thought,” Bucky muttered, swiping a hand through his hair.
“Well, you and Buck were the only ones I saw leave, so I’m betting on the psycho. Let’s get inside and break into teams, search the camp until we find them,” Steve said firmly, grip shifting on his shotgun.
“As long as no one is alone and someone stays to watch the kids,” Willow added, Bucky nodding along.
Willow, Steve, and Bucky headed into the camp counselor office.
Steve grabbed a baseball bat from the corner and tossed it to Bucky, who caught it with ease. Willow glanced over at him and he grinned, despite the fear in his eyes.
A knock at the door startled the three of them. Bucky jumped the highest, a loud squeak spilling from his mouth. They could see the shadow of feet underneath the door. Willow gripped her axe tightly, and Bucky held his bat up even higher over his head, ready to strike as Steve inched toward the door.
"Whoever that is, better be ready to answer me or I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off!" Steve shouted.
"It's me and Scott!" Peter shouted. "Zemo and the girls are with the kids, we came to help!"
The three of them sighed and Steve wrenched open the door. Bucky and Steve yanked Peter and Scott inside by their collars.
"Are you fucking crazy?! There's a psycho out there!" Bucky hissed. He looked down at Scott. "What the hell is that?"
"A wiffle bat," Scott replied.
"It's fucking plastic, dude!" Bucky sighed.
"WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THAT?!"
"Hang on," Steve mumbled as he searched in a closet.
He tossed Scott a crowbar. Peter had a large kitchen knife in his hand.
"We'll go left near the woods, and you guys go the other way near the beach," Steve told them.
They nodded and the five of them burst out of the camp counselor office. Peter and Scott sprinted toward the beach. They heard another branch crack near the forest and Steve sprinted toward it, going full Rambo as he cocked the shotgun.
"ROGERS!" Bucky called. "Fuck, I'm going after him."
He sprinted off toward his friend.
"BUCKY!" Willow screamed and Bucky grinned as he jogged backward.
"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!"
“For fuck sakes.. HAVE NEITHER OF YOU SEEN A HORROR MOVIE!?” Willow called after them, clear frustration and fear coming through in her voice.
Willow groaned and stood there for a moment, before jogging slowly in their direction. There was no way she was standing there in the dark woods by herself. Not like this.
When she finally spied them in the trees again, she slowed to a fast walk throwing her arms in the air.
“What the hell was that abo-…” her words were cut off as she tripped over what she assumed was a log and fell to the ground. “Ow fuck!” She groaned, Bucky and Steve jogging over to help her up.
Willow rolled to the side and managed to pull herself to her knees as she wiped her hands together, feeling something wet and sticky covering them.
Bucky knelt in front of her, "are you ok?" he asked. "Oh fuck," he swore before she had time to tell him that her ankle was sore and knees scraped.
"What is that?" She whispered.
"Who..." Steve huffed, "it's Hope."
Willow sat up on her knees, forcing the nausea down when she realized that she was covered in the dead girl's blood. Her shirt was hanging ripped from her bloody body and her chest was cleaved open with a large, rib splitting wound down the center.
"What the hell could have done that?" Bucky helped Willow from the ground, sweeping the leaves and moss from her body.
Steve lifted his shot gun as another twig snapped in the distance, "I don't fucking know man but whatever it is, whoever it is. They're stalking us."
Willow's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, for all the bravado she had, being covered in someone else's blood was enough to make her scared.
She held onto the boys as they checked her over, halting their movements as she grabbed their hands.
"We can't split up, it's not safe" she tugged on Steve's arm as he was about to head off in a random direction in the dark, he was shaking too, his eyes wide.
"But we need to find whoever is doing this," Bucky started, not willing to give up and wait to be killed off too. Willow nodded, looking determintally at him, blood was covering most of his arms due to him helping her up.
"And we will.. we will jus-" she was abruptly cut off by a scream sounding somewhere around them, making them instantly rush back towards the camp, armed and hoping to all they're on the right trail.
"STICK TOGETHER!" Willow screamed at them.
The boys ran slightly ahead of her as she tried everything to ignore the stinging sensation her ankle was currently shooting up her leg.
Bucky and Steve both came to a halt in the center of the clearing. Steve promptly raised his shotgun as Bucky turned back, reaching his hand out for Willow as she caught up to them. "What is it?" She asked, stepping from around the two towering men.
"Zemo?" Steve's voice cut through the deafening silence. A gasp left Willow's lips as Zemo turned to them, Scott's limp body falling to the grass below his feet.
"Welcome back kids!" Zemo's voice sang through the air, his crop top completely covered in blood and the kitchen knife Peter had was hanging in his right hand. His toothy grin glistened in the moonlight, sending a chill over Willow's body as she gripped the axe tighter. "Did you like my scavenger hunt?"
“What the fuck? You killed them for a- for a fucking game?” Willow asked, taking a step forwards in anger, Bucky trying to pull her back.
“You think I killed them?” Zemo laughed, it turning hysterical as he stared at Willow. “Wait’ll you see-“
Zemo stopped talking suddenly, and a trail of blood formed at the corner of his mouth before his body slumped to the ground, a hatchet sticking out of his back.
The moon came out from behind the clouds, illuminating the person behind Zemo.
Willow shook and Steve pointed the gun at the figure who stepped into the light, a large knife in one hand. Wind rustled through the trees and Willow kept waiting for someone else to step out of the shadows. They were wearing a burlap sac over their head and turned to face Willow. Her heart leapt into her throat and Bucky stepped forward to protect her.
"Hello, dear," an extremely familiar voice rang out through the dead silence. "I just couldn't stay away from here after all these years!"
Willow's eyes went wide as the killer ripped off the mask to reveal her mother's smiling face staring at her, eyes black like a shark's, and hollow.
"What the fuck..." Steve whispered.
A sinister cackle came from her mothers lips, as she tossed Peter's severed head to the ground. “Willow dear, I have to thank you. If it wasn’t for you getting this job, none of this would have been possible”
Willow stood, frozen as she stared, unsure if she was going to vomit or burst into tears. This couldn’t be her mother. No, this was some imposter or shapeshifting monster. Her mother could never.
“No…” was all she managed to whisper.
“What the fuck…” Steve spoke a little louder.
Bucky ripped the gun from Steve’s hand and cocked it as he took a few steps forward and pointed it at the killer.
“Bucky no!!” Willow begged “please.. give her a chance to explain.. there has to be something.. I can’t just let you..”
“I knew you’d always protect me, kitten” her mother smirked as she twirled the knife around.
Bucky turned the shotgun on Willow, "are you in on this?"
She couldn't even think let alone process what Bucky was accusing her off. Why was her mother here? What connections to this camp could she possibly have that would drive her to murder teenagers?
"Drop the weapon pretty boy," her mother laughed. "Willow has no idea, look at her. I didn't raise an idiot," her mother snapped and came to stand over Zemo's lifeless body. "I came to make things right. This camp used to be the only safe place in my life," she swung the knife around in the air wildly as she spoke.
Willow didn't recognize this person, whoever her mother had become in the shadows was sick and tormented. This was not her mother.
Bucky spun the gun back on her mother, unsure where to point in the chaos. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped at her.
"The handsome ones are always the most dangerous," her mother rolled her eyes.
"Bucky isn't like that," Willow argued, stepping forward with her axe still gripped in her shaky hands.
"Bucky isn't like that," her mother mocked. "What, you sucked his dick and now you're an expert on his personality? I'm doing this for us."
"What do you mean for us?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MOM?" Willow questioned the woman standing in front of her, trying to steady the axe in her hand as she tried to step closer to her. Tears were filling her eyes and making her vision blurry.
Bucky's arm shot out to stop her, the shot gun trained on her mom and his eyes too while Steve shouted at her, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" his eyes running from Willow's face to her mom's. Anger and betrayal written all over his face.
"I'M GETTING TO YOU!" Her mother screeched, pointing the knife at Steve. "All of you boys are the same. Just like your Fathers," Her mother seethed. "Stupid, arrogant and only looking for pussy and the moment you don't get it, you turn mean and cruel."
Willow pushed against Bucky's hand, against his own protests. "What are you talking about!" Her voice shaky.
"John Walker Senior and his band of assholes including your father," She moved the knife towards Bucky, who raised the shotgun a little bit higher, "and your father." Her mother trained the knife back onto Steve. "They ruined this place for me. Got me fired all because I refused--'' Her voice cut off from the anger seeping from her pores. Even in the dim moonlight, Willow was losing sight of the woman standing in front of her. It wasn't her mother, it was something much darker.
“They all think they’re so safe, so comfortable in the power they hold over others. Who’d have ever suspected that their children would die gruesome, horrible deaths.” Willow’s mom took a step towards them and Steve hefted the gun at her head.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, and Willow’s mom sighed, looking to her.
“Don’t you ever get tired of being around assholes like this?” she asked, and Willow shook her head in disbelief.
"Mom, you're not thinking clearly--"
Her mother cut her off with a cackle that echoed through the air and made the three of them shudder. She smiled, taking a step toward Steve as she looked him up and down.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, sweetheart. I'm thinking just fine." She paused and trained those black, empty eyes that Willow no longer recognized on Steve's face. "I'll tell you what, Rogers. I'll let you choose how you die."
Steve's gun was trembling in his hands and Willow's mother took another step toward him, a psychotic and malicious grin spreading across her face.
"What's the matter, Rogers? Scared?"
“Of you?” He scoffed, and swallowed thickly, trying to put on a brave face. “Only cowards kill for reve-…”
Willow's mother lunged forward, slamming the knife between Steve’s ribs and twisting upwards, a wide smirk on her face as she watched the tall, broad man gurgle blood before his knees collapsed below him.
In the heat of the moment, Bucky pulled the trigger, hitting Willows mother throw the eye socket. Her limp body fell into the dirt, as Bucky threw the gun and collapsed on the ground, cradling Steve’s head in his hands.
“Hey, hey, hey … look at me Rogers, you’re okay” Bucky pleaded. “You have to be okay..”
Steve brought his hand up to Bucky's chest and smiled weakly at him, “… til the end of the line, pal” He whispered, as his head fell backwards and his body went limp.
A sob tore from Bucky's throat as Willow stood frozen in place, "Buck," she whispered through her tears.
His head snapped to where her mother had collapsed in the dirt, only her body was gone and only a thick pool of blood was left in her absence. "The lake," Bucky looked back to her, his eyes red and jaw tense. "There's canoes on the shore we can reach help."
"The kids, they're in the dining hall," Willow wasn't even sure how she was speaking, time felt sluggish and weird. Her mother had killed so many people. She looked down at the blood on her hands and blinked the tears from her sore eyes. The blood of your friends drawn from the blood of your kin she thought as her eyes drifted to the pool of blood left from her mother.
Bucky was standing now, tying Steve's bloody bandana around his wrist and checking his pockets for shotgun ammo. He marched over to her, covered in so much blood, streaks from where he had wiped the tears from his bloodshot eyes left on his cheeks. He pressed a hand to her face and forced her to look at him, "she's not after the kids, she's after you and me. We have to get to the lake."
Willow instinctively leaned into his touch, closing her eyes to take a steadying deep breath. She could feel Bucky's thumb rubbing gently across her cheekbone and as she opened her eyes he tilted his head down, to catch her gaze. "We're gonna get out of this...okay? Come on." He said and she knew that he was mustering up any ounce of courage he had left in him.
"Okay." She whispered as his hand dropped from her cheek, grasping hers and leading her towards the lakeshore.
They grabbed a canoe, dragging it into the water, hopping in and picking up the paddles. Bucky was in the back of the canoe, steering them away from the dock, deeper into the lake. When they were far enough away from shore, Willow stopped paddling, carefully turning around to face Bucky.
They sat for a moment in the stillness, then Willow said, “Did that really just happen? Tell me I’m wrong and my mother didn’t just go psychotic and kill nearly everyone. Tell me it’s gonna be okay, tell me- tell me…” Willow was getting more worked up by the minute.
“Hey, shh, it’s okay, we’re okay, we’ll be okay,” Bucky murmured, leaning forwards and cradling Willow’s face in his hands.
"I feel like I should be comforting you," she breathed.
Her eyes welled up with tears, mixing with the sweat, blood and dirt that had gathered on her face.
"You must hate me, Bucky."
Bucky shook his head.
"You didn't know, Willow. It's not your fault that your mom was a total psycho."
She began to cry and Bucky put his canoe paddle inside, next to him, grabbing hers to keep it from slipping into the water. He cupped her face in his hands again and smiled.
"We made it, right? That's all that matters."
She let out a broken sob, unable to control it anymore.
"I'm so sorry."
Bucky stared at her, his bright eyes searching hers. He was on the verge of tears. He just lost everyone, and he was still trying to be brave for her. He cleared his throat.
"You don't have to be sorry. Just kiss me."
Willow sniffled and moved forward, rocking the canoe, but they didn’t seem to care. She captured his lips hard and desperate, combing her bloodied hands into Buckys hair.
He moaned against her lips and placed his hands on her ribs, gripping her skin to keep her steady.
Her lips parted and their tongues jammed together, a mess of saliva, sweat and others blood mixing between them.
“Fuck Bucky..” Willowed whined, tugging on his hair and making him groan against her lips.
"We're gonna be okay," he pulled away from her and peppered her bloody face with rabid kisses. His hands gripped her tightly and slid her to the edge of her wooden seat until she was completely wrapped in his legs. "I'm going to get you out of this," he tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her against his lips.
Willow whined, kissing him back as her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss was messy and this was definitely not how she wanted to spend the start of her summer but being in this canoe with her lips locked to his, the feeling of safety began to wash over her.
She pulled away, pressing her forehead to his, their chests heaving, "Please don't leave me." Willow whispered, her voice still shaky and her confidence and bravado completely gone at this point.
“I’m not going anywhere, I told you, we’re making it out of this,” Bucky said, pressing his lips to hers again before pulling away. “We’re safe out here, I promise.”
As the words left his lips, a body popped out of the water and a haunting howl echoed through the night, piercing their ears. Willow and Bucky screamed as a hand reached out and tried to pull the canoe over.
It took Willow a few seconds to realize that it was her mother with a large bloody bullet wound in her eye and her mouth agape in a desperate, furious cry. Bucky grabbed a paddle in both hands and held it like a spear.
"GO TO HELL!" He roared as he jammed the canoe handle into her mother's eye socket.
Another howl, but this time it was one of pain. She kept trying to grasp onto the edge of the canoe and Bucky snarled as Willow picked up her own paddle. They had to end this. As terrified as she was in that moment, she knew what they had to do.
Willow began to slam the paddle against her mother's skull, watching blood and bone fly into the water. Bucky pulled the paddle from her eye socket. Her fingers were still holding on to the edge.
"THIS IS FOR STEVE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
He turned the handle around and jammed it into her neck. Willow watched in horror as her mother's head was severed from her body, sinking into the water. The pruny fingers that gripped the canoe slid off of the wood and the body disappeared into the black water below.
Bucky and Willow stared into the water, breathing hard, their paddles and faces covered in blood. It was all over the canoe, too.
"We have to get the fuck out of here," he whispered. He grabbed Willow's hand. "I'm not gonna leave you. Okay? I promise."
She nodded and Bucky kissed her again before they plunked themselves down and began to paddle as hard as they could until they reached the other side of the lake. She could see police lights, and she knew they were going to make it out of here together.
It was over.
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