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[amanda-teaches]

It’ll Be Fun

Marvel Fanfic

Summary: You finally convince Bucky to attend one of Tony’s infamous parties at the compound, but things go south fast when invaders attack, leaving all of your lives in jeopardy. Bucky’s determined to do whatever he needs to do to keep you safe, even if that means putting his own life on the line.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3545

Warnings: Intense situations, shooting, mentions of blood/bodies, injury, suggestive content.

A/N: This is for @arrowsandmixtapes​ Better Love Story Than Twilight Challenge. I hope you enjoy this one, Nic! I also included the prompt “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you” which was requested by @adventureisoutthere98 for my Writer + Reader challenge (my last request to fill!).

There was nothing quite like a Tony Stark party.

You attended your first one not long after you started working at Avengers Tower. Tony had invited you himself, walking his charming self down to your office to introduce himself and extend an invite to a “small get-together” he was having for some of the staff. Of course, you were honored he invited you, but your first instinct had been to decline. You would have too if it wasn’t for the other doctors in your unit descending on you, regaling you with stories about Tony’s “small get-togethers” and how they were anything but small. They practically begged you to go, saying you absolutely couldn’t miss it.

You reluctantly agreed, but you hadn’t really believed them until you arrived at the party and saw Beyoncé was scheduled to sing right after David Copperfield performed. 

You made sure you never missed a Tony party after that.

Over the ensuing years, you’d built real friendships with Tony and the rest of the team. You became one of their most trusted doctors, not only providing care at home but eventually venturing out into the field with them as well. When Bucky had been brought back to the newly-established Compound, you’d shifted gears, heading up his rehabilitation under Steve’s watchful eye. Bucky Barnes became your job.

It took a few good months to gain his trust and even more after that for him to start opening up to the others, but he didn’t open up much. It had been almost a year since he’d begun to call the compound his home, and he still spent the majority of his time with either you or Steve. You took it upon yourself to change that.

“Come on, Buck, it’s just a party.”

You plopped down on his bed, crossing your legs underneath you and staring expectantly at Bucky. He was standing with his back toward you, in front of his dresser with the top drawer open, but he stilled the moment you came in. His hands had stopped rifling around in the clothes when you spoke, and he paused, glancing over his shoulder at you. At the sight of you on his bed, he shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, sure, Y/N, come on in. Make yourself at home.”

“Oh, shush.” You admonished the sarcasm in his tone playfully, standing up and making your way to step in front of him, pressing your back up against the drawer to capture his view. “You act like I’m asking you to spend a night in jail.”

He raised his eyebrows, a teasing glint finding its way to his gaze. “A Stark party? Sounds like a form of capital punishment to me.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you laughed, pushing his chest with the flat of your hand, although it was about as effective as pushing a wall. “It’s not like it’ll kill you, Buck. All I’m asking for is one party. It’ll be fun.”

“Y/N…” You could hear the hesitation in his voice, so you cut him off at the knees.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I am your doctor, and I’m telling you, you’re going to this party. Don’t make me get Steve involved.”

He smirked, reaching one hand behind you to close the dresser drawer, his chest brushing against yours in the process. “Doctor’s orders?” he asked, his playful gaze remaining fixed on yours, the intensity in his eyes quickly accelerating your heart rate, not that you planned on letting him see that.

“Damn straight,” you directed, taking a breath and pushing him back again. This time he let you, moving back just enough for you to shimmy around him towards the door. You heard him chuckle behind you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you smile in response. “7:30, Barnes. I expect you to be on your best behavior. And, for God’s sake, wear something nice. If you wear a tank top, I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

His deep laugh followed you all the way out the door.

To his credit, Bucky was trying his damndest to make it through this party without killing anyone.

He’d shown up at 7:30 on the dot, dressed in a nice suit you were pretty sure he’d borrowed from Steve, although you’d never call him on it. Taking his arm, you pulled him into the hanger Tony had converted into a party room more than rivaling the one he’d had back at the tower. Bucky stiffened when he saw all the people, but he kept his face neutral, although you knew it must’ve been killing him inside not to turn around and walk right out.

Applying gentle pressure on his arm, you smiled up at him, earning a smile right back. You guided him over to the bar that took up one wall, where Steve was waiting, drinks at the ready. Over the next hour, you watched Bucky resist the urge to grimace and squirm as guest after guest came over to talk with the three of you. Two world-renowned super soldiers were quite the attraction after all, and all of Tony’s high-profile friends were clamoring for a piece of the action. You knew Bucky hated every second.

You smiled and leaned into his side, dropping your voice so only he could hear. “You’re doing great.”

He returned your smile, his teeth gritting a little too hard as his metal arm snaked around your waist. “I’m this close to punching someone.”

“Just a little bit longer, Buck, and then the entertainment starts. Trust me, it’ll be worth it. I heard a rumor Tony’s got Cirque du Soleil lined up.”

“Dear God,” he groaned, his quiet laugh transforming his forced smile into a genuine one. “Nothing like our parties back in Brooklyn. You actually enjoy this stuff?”

“Oh, come on, it’s fun. Watching Tony’s friends? That’s some prime entertainment,” you teased back. “Besides, with these parties, you never know what crazy things will happen.”

He turned his head to look down at you, but whatever words he was going to utter next were lost to the sounds of a large blast from the other side of the room. Thinking it was part of the starting entertainment, you started to twist around, but Bucky grabbed you, hauling you up against him and dropping like a weight down to the floor.

“Buck, what the hell-” you screamed, but he was already moving, pulling you with him and yelling back over his shoulder. You were anchored securely to him, but you shifted your head to find Steve following close behind, his own back shielding you. It was only then that you registered the sound of gunshots echoing all around you and panic began to rise in your throat.

By the time you finally got your bearings, Bucky had dragged you behind the bar, kicking a stool out of the way to clear a space. He plunked you down with a loud thump and reached under the counter, pulling a pistol from its place taped underneath. “Steve, talk to me.”

Steve appeared on the other side of you like a ghost, yanking his own gun out from under the bar top. “I made at least 7, probably more. Came in the south side with a modified explosive device, loaded with semi-automatics.”

They exchanged a glance and raised up at the same time, firing three rounds over the bar top before dropping back down in unison to your side. Bucky glanced over at you. “You ok? You hurt?”

You shook your head slightly, still in shock. “I, I...Wait, how long have you had guns taped under here?”

He smiled at the way the spirit had returned to your voice, shaking his head right back. “Can we talk about that later?” He jumped back up, firing a few more rounds. “A little busy right now.”

Steve drew your attention then, calling Bucky’s name. “I’m going to flank around the back, try to clear the rest of the room, get out any civilians. You got her?”

Bucky nodded. “I’ll cover you.” He stood back up, firing into the open room as Steve ran past you, leaving the cover of the bar and speeding towards the other side of the room. When Bucky stopped firing, he dropped back down next to you, firmly grabbing your shoulder. “We gotta move. I’m out of bullets.”

“What, there aren’t any more secret weapons hidden somewhere?”

He smirked. “Not here. Come on, let’s move. Keep your head low.”

He grabbed your hand and suddenly you were running, trying not to trip in your heels as you all but flew across the room. You could see the carnage of broken furniture and a few fallen bodies behind you, but you shut your eyes tight against the sight, anchoring yourself to Bucky and trusting him to get you out of there. Feeling the shiver course through you, he swept you up against his side, lifting your feet from the ground without even slowing and carrying you the rest of the way.

He made a sharp right at the hallway, adjusting his grip so you were in front of him, shielded from any gunfire, and raced down the corridor, ducking into rooms every time he heard someone approaching. Not that anyone ever got close, because Bucky could practically hear them coming from a mile away. With no obstacles, you quickly made it back to his room where he shut and bolted the door, finally releasing you.

He moved towards the far wall without a word, opening the gun safe you knew he had hidden in a nightstand there. “Buck, what’re you doing? Who are those guys?”

“I don’t know,” he rushed out, pulling two guns out from the safe and tucking one into the back of his waistband. He stood back up and looked over at you, sighing heavily. “Stay here. Lock the door behind me and don’t let anyone in until I come back.”

He started to move past you but you grabbed his arm, holding him back. “Wait, you can’t go back out there. You have no idea what you’re up against. There’s too many of them, you could get yourself killed.”

“It’s my job, Y/N. There’s people out there who need my help. Steve is out there.”

“Buck…”

He transferred the gun to his metal hand, placing the back of his knuckles on your cheek. Gently, he wiped away the tear falling down it, letting his fingertips brush against your hair. Seeing the fear in your eyes, he gifted you with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.”

You stepped closer, holding his gaze just as you had that morning, hating the resignation you saw there. “I’ll come with you. I can help.”

His face hardened at that suggestion, and he shook his head resolutely. “No, absolutely not.”

“Buck, I’m not some helpless damsel, I’m a doctor. I can help.”

“No,” he snapped, hard and fast. He closed his eyes at the sound of his own voice and softened his tone. “Please, Y/N. I can’t do this if I’m worried about protecting you. Stay here. Keep the door locked. Please.”

You knew he meant it, that he needed you to agree or he wouldn’t go, so you nodded, reaching out and taking his hand off your face, intertwining your fingers with his. “Be careful, okay?”

“Always am.” He smiled, letting your hand drop from his. He moved to open the door, placing his hand on the doorknob, but before he opened it, he hesitated. Turning back to you, he just stared for a moment, like he was drinking you in, trying to memorize every last detail. “Before I do this, I need you to know that...I have always loved you.”

And, then he was gone, just like that, without another word, leaving you alone and incredibly confused.

What the hell?

What was that supposed to mean, he loved you? Loved you like a friend, a pet dog, what? No, you knew what it meant. No one told you they loved you in the middle of gunfire unless it meant the real thing, the thing the two of you had been dancing around for months, the same all-consuming, heart-stopping love you’d felt for him since the moment he first came to the compound. 

But, seriously, what the hell? Where did he get off telling you that and just leaving, making you stay behind? What were you supposed to do now?

You hadn’t realized you were pacing until you found yourself on the other side of the room, your fists clenched tightly against your sides. You closed your eyes, and all you could see was Bucky’s face, smiling at you as you cried your way through yet another Disney movie or comforting you when you lost a patient.

Damnit, he had no right to do this to you, not like this. You sure as hell weren’t going to let him tell you he loved you and then just go out there to die.

Lifting your foot, you tore one of your heels off, flinging it across the room with the other one following close behind. Stalking over to Bucky’s safe, you punched in the combo he’d taught you months ago for emergencies, pulling out the small .22 you knew he’d left inside. You tucked it into the palm of your hand and moved to open the door, stepping hesitantly out into the hallway, your gun at the ready.

Bucky had taught you how to shoot using a bunch of old cans on the edge of the forest a few months ago, so you felt pretty confident with the gun, but that didn’t exactly mean you were eager to run into anybody. You stayed close to the wall instead, moving slowly and carefully.

The building was all but deserted, and you didn’t see a soul in any of the first few hallways you walked through. That changed as you neared the east side of the compound, where a chorus of sounds and crashes echoed. You stopped with your back against a wall, using it as a shield as you peered around the corner, your grip tightening on the butt of your gun.

It was Bucky, of course. Who else would be crazy enough to be standing in the middle of chaos, one man up against four, all of them heavily armed. The others looked like they had him outmatched, but this was Bucky they were up against. You knew the real odds.

You pitied the others.

He made it look effortless, the way he went through them, as easy and routine as playing a video game. They went high, he dropped low. They came from the back, he spun around to cut them off at the knees. He took three of them down so fast, you almost missed it, but the fourth one got in a lucky hit, slashing him from the side with a knife before he could turn to block it.

“Bucky!” you screamed, and his head whipped around, his eyes making contact with yours and flashing with surprise just before the assailant raised his gun, slamming it down on the back of Bucky’s head. He crumbled, dropping to the floor, and you raised your gun with a shout, firing two shots that made contact with the attacker’s shoulder and neck, killing him instantly.

Rushing forward, you dropped to your knees by Bucky’s side, turning him over and feeling along his chest and stomach for any injuries. “Buck, Bucky!”

He groaned, a whispered string of swear words flying out of his mouth, and opened his eyes. When he turned his head and glared up at you, you realized he was going to be okay and your whole body sagged in relief. “I thought I told you to stay in my room,” he grumbled, blinking a few times to clear his head as he sat up into your waiting arms.

You smiled, taking the opportunity to unbutton his crisp, white shirt and slip your hand inside, feeling the area you’d watched the knife hit. “Yeah, well, I’ve never been great at listening.” Your hand landed on the long cut you’d been searching for and he winced, but you grinned. You knew instantly that the gash was narrow and shallow, easily fixable without needing stitches, especially with his healing ability. Another wave of relief washed over you.

“You really don’t, do you?” he laughed, shaking his head, but he stilled when your hand grazed the bottom of his chin, his breath drawing in with a sharp inhale. You ran your fingers up, tracing the curve of his lip with your thumb before resting the flat of your palm against the stubble of his cheek.

“I do listen to some things,” you whispered, letting the words linger in the air between the two of you. His eyes dropped to your lips, his breaths growing labored in response.

“We should, uh...” he stumbled through his response, clearly growing flustered, but he kept his voice low, gruff. “Find Steve, make sure the compound’s secure, see if anyone needs help.”

“Mhmm,” you muttered, darting your tongue out to lick your lips and relishing the moan you pulled from him in response. “We should.”

“Yeah…” His voice died out as he finally dragged his gaze away from your lips, swallowing hard. “But, later…”

You nodded, your breathing having sped up to match his labored pace. “We’ll talk. As soon as we get a chance.”

Unfortunately, that chance didn’t come for another three hours.

It was nearing midnight, and you were exhausted. You and Bucky had found Steve and quickly split up, with him to handle the security debrief and you to lead the triage effort in the medical suites. You’d been on your feet ever since.

You’d just dismissed the last of your staff and leaned against your desk to close your eyes when the door opened.

“Can I help…” you started, turning to find Bucky standing in the doorway. You smiled in response. “Oh, hey, how was your…”

You never got the chance to finish, because Bucky stalked across the room with four long steps, taking your face in his hands, kissing the air right out of you, and stealing your thoughts right along with it. His lips were gentle, but insistent, and when his tongue prodded at your lower lip, you opened to him, spurring him to lift you up onto your desk, the kiss turning more passionate and unbridled, your hands sweeping into his hair.

When he pulled back, your lips were swollen, your cheeks were flushed, and you were pretty sure if your legs weren’t wrapped around him, you would’ve fallen backwards off your desk. He grinned at the sight of you and ran his hands down your back to rest on your hips. “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“Just all night?” you teased, your laugh echoing throughout the room. “Here I was thinking you’d been thinking about it for a lot longer than that.”

His face sobered instantly, turning serious as he studied you. “I meant what I said earlier. It’s not just physical for me.”

“Me neither,” you whispered, pulling him in for another kiss, this one leisurely and sweet. You remembered vividly what he’d told you earlier, in the midst of the attack, but you didn’t want to push him to say it again. You knew how strongly you felt about him, but you also knew this was very new for both of you, and he’d had a very long night. “You want to have dinner tomorrow night?”

His smirk came right back. “Like a date?”

For a man who’d just told you he loved you and kissed you with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life, he was being awfully cheeky. “Yes, like a date,” you laughed with a roll of your eyes.

Bucky leaned down, stealing one more kiss. “How about breakfast instead? I can’t wait a whole day to hold you again, sweetheart.”

Your heart leaped at the term of endearment, but even more at the sentiment behind it, and you nodded your agreement. Then, you thought of something you knew you had to tell him, just to see his reaction. “You know,” you mused aloud, “I heard Tony was planning another party for next weekend.”

Bucky’s whole face scrunched up in pain, and you tried really hard not to laugh. “Another party?”

You couldn’t resist teasing him. Running your hands up his chest, you pressed your lips against his throat with a smile. “It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, his body shuddering involuntarily at your touch, his voice cracking. “That’s what you said last time.”

“Mmm,” you hummed against his neck, feeling his arms tighten with a groan. “I happen to think tonight was very fun.”

“Oh, just wait until tomorrow, baby,” he groaned. “I’ll show you fun.”

“Hey, Buck?” you whispered, raising your head to gesture at the clock behind you. “It’s tomorrow.”

He growled and captured your lips again, picking you up and carrying you out of the room and down the hall.

Seemed like you’d have no problem keeping that breakfast date after all.

[princessmisery666]

Before Love Came To Kill Us - Part 3

Summary: Roz never got her happily ever after with Bucky. Adjusting to the new world after the Snap isn’t easy. But she does what she can to honour the fallen, she lives her life. Until her new life collides with the old.

Part 3

Part 3 Summary: Roz and Bucky try to figure out what life looks like after the Blip. They can’t go back but what does moving forward look like? 

Warnings: angst, language, threw in some more angst, a dash of fluff, preludes to cheating (no one cheats).

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I’m trying something different and titling each “scene” like I do on my google docs.

Challenge: @suitofvibraniumarmor​ ran a Better Than Twilight challenge last year. I signed up but the muses wouldn’t comply. However I used some of the prompts and wanted to give credit where it’s due. I tweaked them but Prompts: 55. “You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. I will always be yours.” 82. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, OFC, OMC. Small Parts/Mentions: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Roz), OFC (Roz) x OMC.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // all mistakes remain my own.

Master Lists: Series // Main

Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

Part 2 -  He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter, silently praying something significant had changed about her. Anything to make him not love her the way he did.

Yesterday

Roz kept her eyes on the slightly ajar door. How many times had she sat where she was now, cross legged in the middle of Bucky’s bed, and imagined a million scenarios of him walking through it. A tearful but hot and heavy reunion that would last days, neither one willing to move from the bed. The tears had been accurate, on her part at least. The hot and heavy was no longer an option.

Bucky had invited her in but then insisted on getting snacks and beverages. It wasn’t a bad idea, it would probably be a long conversation, they’d need the fuel. But she suspected Bucky needed a minute to compose himself, she had kind of ambushed him. Her eyes remained glued to the door, a dark part of her not quite believing he was back. Maybe she had dreamt all of it, it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

The relief she felt when he appeared, with his arms overloaded with snacks, was almost embarrassing. He dropped the bags of chips, bottles of water, fruit and chocolate onto the bed and smiled down at her.

“I bought a bit of everything,” he shrugged and his smile seemed shy. “I didn’t know what you’d want or liked.”

“I like all the same stuff,” she chuckled, “nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Bucky sighed heavily and she had to look away when he raked a hand down his face. He wasn’t talking about her eating habits anymore. “I woke up next to you yesterday. I wake up today and you're married.”

She remained silent. She didn’t want to apologise, she felt guilty, but she had to keep reminding herself she had nothing to be sorry for. She hadn’t betrayed him, though he probably felt like she had. He backed into the chair in the corner. She knew it was a calculated move, to keep his distance, at least physically.

“When Steve told me, I was kinda hoping you’d gotten ugly,” Bucky said and gave a mirthless laugh, “missing teeth, bad skin, messy hair.”

“I can hunch my back and walk with a limp if that helps?” she jested and did just that, scrunching in on herself as she contorted her face.

He laughed, genuinely that time, and followed her lead to play along. “Have you at least turned into a real bitch, killed some puppies, taken up being an internet troll as a profession?”

“Damn it,” she sighed, feigning exasperation, “what did Steve tell you? I swear it was one time!”

Bucky shook his head, disapprovingly, “poor puppy.”

She couldn’t describe how good it felt to hear him laugh, to laugh with him. But it was short lived and as the laughter died their playful mood faded with it. They couldn’t go back to how things were, and she was unsure what moving forward looked like. They had been friends before they had become a couple, and she hoped they could be again.

“Y’know, it just occurred to me,” said Bucky, the half smirk she loved so much pulling his lips up, “you never, technically, finished your assignment.”

“I have a pretty busy schedule working with Nat-”

Bucky interrupted her, “before you say no, hear me out.”

She wasn’t sure she had been saying no, but she nodded for him to continue regardless.

“I know everything’s different for you now, you’re married.” The slight grimace he tried to fight off broke her heart. “And I respect that. But I’ve woken up, or come back or whatever, and the world’s different, again. I need things to be as normal as possible, for a while at least. I need you in my life Roz, in any capacity.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll be your assistant, as much as I can along with my other responsibilities.” His answering smile lit up his face, and she hated to say the next part because she knew it would wipe the happy grin away. “Until we find someone to replace me.”

He nodded agreement. “Okay, I can live with that.” His smile never faltered, and she found herself copying him, “I’m just going to have to be really, really, really, picky.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes, “Well obviously. I mean my shoes are some pretty damn good shoes to be filling.”

“Yes they are,” he said, before pausing to take a breath. His over emphasised exhale blurted out as, “So tell me about Wyatt?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and wondered if hearing Bucky say his name would ever get easier. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he assured her, crossing the room and crawling up the bed. He settled with his back against the headboard, before he continued, “I want to know you're happy, that you’ve been happy, all this time.”

Force of habit caused his fingers to brush the exposed skin on the base of her back. She immediately straightened, effectively moving out of his reach, and he apologised profusely.

“Sorry, shit, sorry,” he groaned, “I’m sorry. I guess it’s going to take some getting used to.”

Her head dropped to look into her lap and she answered his question in an attempt to change the subject. “I was...” she said and only realised she was crying when her voice broke, “... I mean I am happy. I think. But differently happy.”

She’d never have said that to someone else, for fear of judgement. But she knew she was safe with Bucky, her thoughts and feelings wouldn’t be judged. It was easier to talk about for the fact she couldn’t see his face, only his legs.

“How did he propose?” he asked when she offered nothing more.

“He tried to keep it traditional, he asked Nat and Steve for permission.”

“Brave,” Bucky laughed. “And Steve said yes?”

“He walked me down the aisle.”

“So, what you’re telling me is that all this is Steve’s fault?”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder and laughed, “Yeah, definitely. If there is any blame to be placed, it’s on the Captain.”

“Got it.”

Sorry Not Sorry

Merlotte’s hadn’t changed. That was one thing Bucky was thankful for. The waitresses were the same, as were the uniform of black shorts and white t-shirt with the bar’s logo. It was off the beaten path, a chance discovery he and Roz had made after one of his therapy sessions.

A happy mistake that had been repeated many times. The Merry Merlotte’s combo - a double cheeseburger with a side of deep fried shrimp served with fries - was a thing of beauty. When washed down with a salted caramel and banana milkshake, it was as close to heaven as Bucky ever thought he would get.

The red headed waitress, Arlene, showed them to their usual booth with a broad smile and happy tears at their return. Bucky chuckled when he saw Roz’ eyes hold the same tears as she slipped into the booth opposite him.

She dabbed her eyes with a napkin, “Don’t laugh at me,” she whined, through her smile. “I haven’t been back here since…”

Bucky sobered and nodded, “I get it.”

“Okay,” said Roz, pulling a brown file from her bag, “you need to make a decision.” She opened the file and continued, “Williams is the most qualified, but a little stiff.” She shuffled through the papers of S.H.I.E.L.D profiles from people they’d interviewed over the last two weeks. “Pryke seemed like the best one-”

Bucky put a hand over hers to stop her sorting through. She froze and he waited until her eyes filtered up to his. “Roz, it’s our day off, you’ve been all business for three weeks now. Can we just enjoy some work free time?” She looked apprehensive, as if the prospect of free time scared her. “I feel like we’ve barely had a minute alone.”

She shied from his gaze and removed her hand to begin packing away the papers.

“Sam’s been with us a lot lately,” he pointed out, hiding his annoyance as best he could. “I just want to enjoy a few hours with you, alone.”

Sam Wilson was, in Roz’ opinion, an Angel sent from the Heavens above. No one could convince her otherwise, much to Bucky’s chagrin. He’d tried to persuade her otherwise, but every dig at Sam ended with a reprimand or Roz coming to the birdman's defence. Without invitation, Sam had taken on the role of third wheel. He’d planted himself firmly between them. Except today he’d had a meeting he hadn’t been able to reschedule.

Realization dawned on him; the apprehensive look, the defending of Sam Wilson. “Wait,” said Bucky, “did you ask Sam to hang out with us? Is that why he’s been extra annoying and persistent that we all hang out together?”

She didn’t try to hide her guilty face, and met his eyes with an apologetic shrug. “I just thought it’d be easier on us both,” she emphasised, “if we weren’t ever in a position to, y’know, do something we shouldn’t.”

Bucky chuckled, reaching for her hand again which she gave him without hesitation. “Roz, from the moment I opened my bedroom door to you, I’ve wanted to do more than hold your hand. I want you in all the ways I shouldn’t want a married woman.”

The guilt on her features intensified, but a second before she could drop her gaze, like he knew she would, he held her chin with a gentle finger.

“Sam being around us isn’t what’s stopping me acting on any of it,” he smiled, softly but with a hint of mirth. “I love you, that hasn’t changed, but I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. I can see how hard this is, how hurt you already are, I’m not going to add to that. I’ve been around a long time, Roz. One thing I’ve learnt is happiness is amazing, so amazing it doesn’t matter if it’s not my own. For a moment at least I know, you were mine and it was beautiful and that’s enough. I’m happy for you. Genuinely. I’m good with us just being friends, hanging out, unless you don’t want that?”

“I do, I do,” she said quickly. “I want us to be friends. I just don’t know how all this is supposed to work now?”

“It works how it’s working, right now. Working, movie nights, days out, how it used to work. Minus a few…” he searched for an appropriate word, “intimate details. Although you better save me a dance at the party later.”

“I’m not going, sorry,” she grimaced. “I need to go home for a couple days.”

He smiled but he knew it looked exactly as forced as it was. He had to get used to her calling home a place where he wasn’t. Bucky held his milkshake up in a toast after Arlene set it on the table.

“Even more reason to enjoy the next few Sam-less hours.”

Roz’ grinning lips hovered by her straw. “Sam’s still an Angel,” she teased.

“You’re breaking my heart here, doll,” he groaned. “Is it not enough that you're married? Now I have to deal with your small crush on Sam.”

Her eyes crinkled with a large smile. “There is nothing small about my crush on Sam Wilson, it’s soaring high.”

“I see what you did there,” Bucky laughed, rolling his eyes.

She chuckled and shrugged, “Sorry not sorry.”

Head In The Game

Although Bucky knew not to expect Roz, he couldn’t help but scan the room every couple of minutes. Each time he’d find someone at the party who resembled her, his lips widened into a happy grin, but before he could take a step he’d realize his mistake.

“Okay, seriously, head in the game, metal man,” Sam said, nudging an elbow not so softly into his ribs.

He’d said it a thousand times, Bucky had rolled his eyes an equal amount in response. He hadn’t been sure what Sam was implying. He was in the game, he was at the party. He was drinking, talking to people, and smiling, that was the game, right? It only made sense that time when he saw the two women sauntering toward them.

A red head, he’d spied at the bar earlier, and her blonde friend. They were both extremely attractive, vaguely familiar, probably socialites or models. It was a Stark Industries party after all.  

“I like the new hair,” the red head complimented.

He let her scrape her nails through the shorter hair at the base of his skull. With a flirtatious smile he took her hand and brought it to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. It felt wrong, all of it; her hand on him, his lips on her skin. But he had to start somewhere, he had to get his head in the game.

“Thank you…” Bucky said.

“Kate,” she replied, a blush spreading on her cheeks, “this is Millie.”

Millie and Sam were already getting acquainted so Bucky offered a simple nod in her direction before turning back to Kate.

“So I recognise you from somewhere…” he started.

"Come with a Warning”

It was the last place Roz wanted to be. Stark Industries parties were not the place for people on the verge of an emotional breakdown. However, Natasha hadn’t answered any of her calls and she needed to speak to her.

She didn’t look too bad, according to the elevator mirror at least. She’d taken a quick shower - the drive back to the compound had been stressful - thrown on a party worthy dress and applied make-up in the hopes it would help combat her tear swollen face. Though she didn’t plan to stay long, she couldn’t have sought out Natasha amongst the important guests in sweat pants and a hoodie with messy hair and tear stained cheeks. There was, after all, a certain reputation that needed to be upheld.

Natasha was exactly where Roz expected her to be. At the bar, talking to Steve and Clint. Steve noticed her first, greeting her with a wide smile over Nat’s shoulder.

Roz responded in kind, she could fake a smile for a few minutes. At least that’s what she thought until Steve asked, “I thought you were going home for the weekend, where’s Wyatt?”

Her smile dropped as fast as the pit in her stomach. “He um - wasn’t home. Nat, can I speak to you, in private please?” She didn’t wait for a response before walking a few feet away to tuck herself against the nearest wall.

She turned and Nat was a pace behind her, a worrisome expression etched on her face. “You okay?”

“No, not really,” Roz sighed and took a minute to swallow down the anxious bubble threatening to choke her. “I need to get away for a couple days, I just wanna know if it’s okay with you. I know things are crazy right now, my timing is awful. I get it. But I already spoke to Shuri. She’s set me up an office, I can work remotely, fly back if you need me, and-”

“Roz!” Nat barked her name to stop the ramble but placed a gentle hand on her arm. “Breathe,” she reminded her.

Roz took the advice, inhaling and exhaling a few times to calm down. Her eyes surveyed the room. She could feel the panic rising in her chest, knew her face showed it, and she hoped no one was watching them.

It was as if her eyes sought him out before she knew what was happening. He’d been the rainbow at the end of her most damaging storm - Dimitri’s torture - so it made sense she’d seek the same remedy now. But she wished she hadn’t. The red headed woman was laughing with a hand on his arm, Bucky’s eyes glistened with a promise of where the night could lead.

She stared long enough for the panic to turn to fiery jealousy and she felt the hot tears well in her eyes. Accustomed to looking over his shoulder, Bucky felt eyes on him, or perhaps it was the familiarity he felt, but his gaze easily found her’s. His smile, surprised but happy to see her, spread across his face, and Roz couldn’t muster even a fake response.

“Oh fuck,” Roz groaned, turning her back on the scene, “he cut his hair.”

“He cut his hair.”

“Why didn’t you warn me?”

Nat chuckled, “I didn’t know a haircut should come with a warning?”

“Everything about that man should come with a warning,” Roz advised.

“He’s coming this way.”

“Fuck. I can’t do this.” Her head shook as she stepped around Nat. “I’ll call you tomorrow to talk about it.”

Roz weaved through the crowd as quickly as she could. She heard Nat call her name, but she didn’t stop until she reached the private elevator, reserved for the residents of the building, and punched the call button.

Nat made it to her side a fraction of a second before the elevator doors opened. “You can go to Wakanda, for as long as you need. But what’s goin’ on?” she asked. “I don’t mean with Bucky, ‘cause that’s obvious. Why do you need to get away?”

Roz sighed a mixture of relief and sadness as she stepped into her escape pod and told Friday to take them to floor eighty-eight. “I got home and Wyatt was-”

The vibranium arm shoved into the closing doors cut her off and Bucky stepped through wearing the same smile he’d graced her with moments before.

“Hey,” he said, somewhat breathless from his rush to them. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

Roz stared open-mouthed for a moment too long and Nat had to save her. “She wasn’t supposed to,” Natasha lied. The elevator doors closed, sealing in the lie. “I called her, I need her to go to Wakanda. It couldn’t wait.”

Roz nodded in agreement, possibly over enthusiastically, but she didn’t care if she wasn’t selling the lie, she was almost home free. “Yeah, I needed to come pack a few things,” she shrugged, “and take a Quinjet.”

Bucky was smart, and polite, enough to not mention his obvious suspicion, and the remainder of the short ride was made in silence.

“I’ll go arrange your transport,” Nat said, stepping off the elevator and walking away.

Expecting Bucky to remain in the elevator to ride it back to the party, Roz turned back to say good night as she placed a foot into the corridor, but instead collided into his chest. She stumbled back and he reached out to steady her, pulling her into him.

They apologised at the same time but neither one put any distance between them. Bucky’s hands gripped her hips and hers stayed flat against his chest, where her eyes remained too. Without meaning to, Roz' hands smoothed upward and over his shoulders, around the back of his neck and she pulled herself flush against him.

He didn’t object, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder before resting his chin on it. “What’s really going on?”

“Nothing,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to not betray her.

“Bullshit,” he grumbled. “If it were nothing, you wouldn’t be stopping yourself from crying right now.”

She pulled away, half turning her back to him to compose herself. “I’m okay. You should get back to the party, and y’know, to your date,” she said, surprised at how casual it came out.

“Is that what the tears are for?” he questioned, sounding apologetic already.

“Not all of them,” she confessed and turned to face him. She tried to give him an assuring smile, but she knew it failed. “It’s fine, I’ve no right to be upset about you moving on.”

“I wouldn’t call it moving on,” he corrected. “She’d be a distraction.”

“A real handsy one from what I saw.” The control she’d managed to keep didn’t last and that hadn’t come out as jesting as she’d intended.

“She can touch me,” He took a step toward her, hands reaching for hers. “But you are the only one who has ever touched my heart,” he said and pulled her palm to lay flat against it. “That’s not likely to change, ever.”

To admit that confession gave her a rush would have been insensitive, and to confess to something similar would have been cruel, so she remained silent. Under the mask of the moon shining through the windows, if only for a moment, she wanted to relive the time when she was free to taste him, free of the guilt of having his hands on her. She wanted to dance in the past, in the times before love came to kill them.

She tried to convey the sentiment in her eyes, it worked and they took a step closer at the same time. His eyes darted from hers to her mouth and his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, brushing hers in the process.

She sucked in a breath, held it, unsure whether to stop or continue but her tensed body stopped Bucky.

His whispered curse fanned across her lips, “shit,” he cupped her cheek and rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore, if you don’t want this, you’re gonna have to be the one to walk away.”

She didn’t have to make the choice, Nat talking on the phone grew louder and Roz jumped back before they could be caught. Bucky stayed in position, arms in the air as if holding the ghost of her. He stared at her for a minute then dropped his arms, “I’m sorry,” he said, before turning and pushing the elevator button.

Part 4

[nekoannie-chan]

Not my world part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America/Captain HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow)

Word count: 1166 words. 

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve's life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Warnings: Mentions of smut, nothing explicit, mentions of alcohol. 

A/N: This is my entry to the @holylulusworld ‘s 10,000 Followers Celebration with the tropes:

“Parallel universes switching”.

Also my entry to @arrowsandmixtapes’ A better love story than Twilight with the prompt #10:

“What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?”

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Universe A

  Aryah stretched out and then saw the clock on the wall of her brother's office. Soon, the Helicarrier would arrive. That day, there was no training because most of the team had gone on a mission.

She got up and arrived a second before the helicopter landed. As soon as she saw her brother and her boyfriend come down from the helicopter, she smiled. By the expression on their faces, it seemed that everything had gone well on the mission.

"How was your day without me, shorty?" Brock said. 

"It was good; I already organized all the documentation you were supposed to do, idiot," she replied. The siblings looked at each other and then laughed. "I guess the mission was successful; will we celebrate tonight?"

"Sure, the same place as always."

After Brock left, Steve approached Aryah and kissed her on the forehead, making sure no one saw them.

"Did he ask you anything?" Steve asked, "No, not yet, but I think he suspects about our relationship; he'll probably keep an eye on us."

"Is the hero afraid of the ‘bad boy’?" Aryah asked.

"What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?"

"Steve, please, you're the nicest person I’ve ever known and a hero. Whatever my brother knows that I have a boyfriend; he just doesn't know who it is."

"Doll, maybe you should stop drinking; you're already very drunk," Steve said as he tried to take the drink out of his girlfriend's hand.

"It's just not fair," she complained.

"What's not fair?"

"You don't get drunk. How about we go to my house and..."

"Aryah..." 

She let out a giggle and hugged Steve tightly as if she wanted to prevent him from escaping.

"Come on, Steve, it's not the first time you..."

"Can you give me back my sister?" Brock said, who appeared behind them.

"Sure, I just..."

"Big bro’! Can you buy me a real-size stuffed Steve?" Aryah asked with amusement. Brock raised an eyebrow and shook his head as he grabbed his sister by the shoulder. "Then we take the real one to our home."

"No, Aryah, leave him; we're leaving; you're very drunk; I have to get you back to the house before you start using your powers like crazy," Brock said as she tried to get her to let Rogers go, but she hugged Steve tighter, and they continued like that for a few minutes. "Okay, Rogers, you come with us. "

"You'll sleep in the living room," Brock ordered.

"Nooooooooo, he will sleep with me."

"Anyway, just make sure she doesn't use her powers."

No one had an unexpected visit from Kang at night, which no one managed to detect at the time, but if he caused some alterations, which they noticed until the next day,

Aryah opened her eyes slowly; the headache was killing her. She turned around and didn't see Steve; she remembered everything that happened the night before.

"Oh no. Surely Brock must be interrogating him."

She left her room and headed to the kitchen. Brock, upon seeing her, offered her a cup of coffee without removing his unfriendly face.

"Where is Steve?" Aryah asked. 

"I guess in your bedroom, and I need explanations."

"He wasn't there when I woke up."

"Then he runs away."

"I don't think so; he's always very responsible."

Aryah shut up before giving more details and dialed his mobile phone several times, but Steve didn't answer.

"Steve's the boyfriend you refused to say his name to, isn't he?"

"Hmm. Well, you're my favorite brother," Aryah replied, avoiding seeing him.

"Shorty, I'm your only brother."

Universe B

  Steve opened his eyes; Aryah was not by his side; however, he observed his surroundings; it was not her room; the place where he had awakened was very different; he could even say that grim. He went out; he wasn't in the building where she lived or on his own; the place looked like a compound.

"You woke up late," Aryah said.

"How are you feeling? It looks like you don't have a hangover."

"Hangover?" 

"Yesterday, we were celebrating and..."

"The only ones who were celebrating in his room were my brother and Sinthea; the disadvantage of having him as a neighbor is that I heard everything."

"Sinthea?       Who's Sinthea?"       Steve questioned me confusedly.

"Brock's girlfriend, Steve, you're acting weird. I think yesterday's training headshot affects you; maybe you need to be subjected to another ‘treatment’."

"Treatment?"  

"Stop joking; we have a meeting with Zemo in ten minutes." Aryah left after saying that.

Steve started following her, but he stopped when, on one of the walls, he saw the Hydra symbol. Had he been deceived? How did it end up in that place?

"Aren't you going to put on your uniform?"

"HYDRA? Aryah, what does all this mean?"

"What do you mean? We work for Hydra, Steve; you're Captain Hydra; did you expect us to be on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side? You know they don't want to save the world," Aryah replied.

Steve was perplexed; there was a chance he was dreaming, and it also meant that maybe the Avengers counterpart was there too.

The woman had already turned around and walked back into the boardroom.

"Aryah, where's Natasha?" Steve inquired, and then Aryah suddenly stopped and returned to Steve's threatening way.

"Don't repeat the name of that fucking traitor bitch, Steven."

"Here you are!" Rachel exclaimed when she saw them in the hallway. "I decided to pick you up in case you were busy; I didn't want Zemo to interrupt you again."

"Who are you?" Steve asked. For him, everything was getting too confusing; he had to somehow find out what was going on.

"Rachel Leighton..."

"I think yesterday's hit affected him," Aryah whispered.

After Aryah and Brock spoke for a few seconds, Steve kept seeing around him.

"Cap, we have to go on a mission," Brock said.

"A, are you sure everything's okay?" Rachel questioned him before getting on the ship.

"There's nothing to worry about; we'll soon find out what's going on. I'm sure that's not my Steve but a S.H.I.E.L.D. spy."

Rachel smiled; she knew what her friend was referring to. They both got on the ship, and Aryah sat next to Steve and hugged his arm.

"So, what did you think of my proposal last night?" Aryah whispered in Steve's ear.

"Of course, whatever you want," Steve replied, trying not to sound nervous, yet he had no idea what he meant.

Steve also didn't notice when she signaled to his brother, and soon everything went dark for him.

Universe A

  When the brothers arrived at the Triskelion's gymnasium, Aryah immediately noticed something strange; he went to the dressing rooms.

"Steve?" Aryah waited a few seconds in silence. "Steve, get out wherever you are."

Steve showed up, grabbed Aryah by the arm to bring her closer to him, and kissed her passionately.

"You're not Steve; who are you?" Aryah was questioned when she separated from him.

Part II

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

** Writing Challenge **

I know, I know, my next one isn’t quite wrapped up yet, buttttt this idea came to me when my cousin and I were taking a walk down a ridiculous part of Memory Lane and I got excited. I’m guessing this has been done before at some point -- that’s not stopping me from presenting to you: 

I love fluff. And I wanna see more of it! 

Below the cut you will find some prompts that, in the context of Twilight, are absolutely cringe-worthy. My challenge to you is to take that prompt and make it something we can love. 

Disclaimer: I’m not Twilight-shaming ANYONE. I literally sat and watched all of Eclipse and now want to watch both Breaking Dawns. It’s more about sentiment, and the occasional girly giggle for me, but ... yeah. No judgement here, friends. 

Guidelines, prompts, and tags are below the cut! (Yes, I copied and tweaked from my last writing challenge. I’m being efficient, thank you! :P )

Please read all of the information carefully!

Rules, Guidelines, Important Dates:

Sign-Ups start when this post is live and will go through to December 30, 2020. I will accept two people for each prompt, one prompt per author.

Please send your sign-ups to my ask box so they’re easier to keep track of. I will answer them privately so I’m not flooding anyone’s dash!

In your ask, please include your preferred prompt and a backup option, as well as your pairing (so I don’t take the same pairing for the same prompt). Also, please let me know if you’ll be posting from a URL other than one you’re asking from.

To be included in the challenge masterlist, please post your fic (or the first part, if it’s a series) by Decemeber 31, 2020.

Please include an author’s note tagging me and mentioning the challenge in your fic post; include #BetterThanTwilightWC in the first five tags. If the tag doesn’t work, you may DM the link to me, also. If you decide to write a series, please tag me in the masterlist.

Please give me up to 48 hours to read your fic before checking if I have seen it. If I have not liked it after 48 hours, please DO check. (You know, since we’re all aware of how unreliable tumblr is. And how unreliable my mind can be. Yikes.)

The challenge masterlist will be posted between January 1 and January 4, 2020.

There are no word count limits, but please use the Keep Reading feature if your story goes beyond 500 words. Additionally, if your fic goes beyond 5000 words, please consider splitting it into multiple parts. This is not a requirement, only something to think about.

Yes, this is a FLUFF challenge, so you MUST have fluff as your main genre. You’re more than welcome to include other genres, but you MUST have a happy and/or hopeful ending.

You’re welcome to think outside of the box! Just because I’m talking Twilight and love stories, doesn’t mean there has to be romance! Give me  amazing friendships or strong family bonds or self-love. Or romance! Whatever you’d like. 

You're welcome to change pronouns in the prompt as necessary! Heck, I tweaked a few of ‘em so they’re not Twilight-specific.

For personal reasons, I do not read and will not accept into the challenge (which means I will not reblog or add to the masterlist) stories that include: non-con/dub-con, underage sex, adult-child romantic/sexual relationships, spouse-bashing, child abuse – I could go on, but I think you get the idea. If you’re not sure about something, I’m always happy to answer questions!

Bring on the ships, OC’s, reader pairings – I’m trying to be more open-minded as of late, but I can’t promise that I will read everything. Again, for personal reasons. But I will reblog everything! 

Characters and RPFs from Marvel/MCU are both welcome. 

If you need an extension or need to drop out, please know that I am extremely flexible when it comes to that deadline/due date. In the words of Captain Barbosa, “It’s really more of a guideline.” Just shoot me an ask or a message and we’ll work something out, no worries! 

Prompts: 

1. “I have always loved you, and I will always love you.”  2. “The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.”  3. “I know what you are.”  4. “You held out your hand and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing.” 5. “You have a connection with her that I’ll never understand.” 6. “I’m glad she has you.” 7. “It will be like I never existed. I promise.” 8. “I knew who I wanted to be. I wanted to help people. Brings me happiness.” 9. “That will take a while to get used to.” “We have a while.” 10. “What if I’m not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?” 11. “I’d rather hear your theories.” 12. (sarcastically) “Super. That makes me really happy.” 13. “You’re like my own personal brand of heroin.” 14. “Maybe I shouldn’t be dating such an old man. It’s gross. I should be thoroughly repulsed.” 15. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and they’ll accept you for what you are.” 16. “I’ve been waiting for what seems like a very long time to get beyond what I am.” 17. “I feel like I can finally begin.” 18. “He’s totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently nobody here is good enough for him.” 19. “He did say I couldn’t step inside the door. I came in through the window.” 20. “I know things. Like how to hunt somebody to the ends of the earth. And I know how to use a gun.” 21. “Now I’m afraid.” “Good.” 22. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m only afraid of losing you.” 23.  “About three things I was absolutely positive ...” 24. “You’re so stubborn.” 25. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 26. “I can’t even think about someone hurting you.” 27. “The only thing that can hurt me is you, and I don’t have anything else to be afraid of.” 28. “Don’t antagonize her. She’s the strongest one in the house.” 29. “All right. That’s enough experimenting for one day.” 30. “It never made sense for you to love me.” 31. “I wish there had been someone to vote no for me.” 32. “It’s just a little baby.” 33. “How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?” 34. “I’m not missing another fight!” 35. “No one can hide like me.” 36. “If I asked you to stay in the car, would you?” 37. “I have one condition, if you want me to do it myself.” 38. “I had an adrenaline rush. It’s very common. You can Google it.” 39. “How did you get in here?” “The window.” 40. “I love a happy ending. They are so rare.” 41. “You should put your seatbelt on.” 42. “Can you talk about something else? Distract me so I won’t turn around.” 43. “I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.” 44. “After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?” 45. “Maybe that’s why they kicked me out.” 46. “All of my best nights have happened since I met you.” 47. “You know everybody’s staring?” “Not that guy ... no, he just looked.” 48. “She wishes she was that awesome.” 49. “Does he visit often?” “Yeah, all the time.” 50. “Lie ... Lie better.” 51. “I’m Switzerland.” 52. “That should have been our first kiss.” 53. “Would you like to hear my story? It doesn’t have a happy ending -- but which of ours does?” 54. “Another party?” “It’ll be fun.” “Yeah. That’s what you said last time.” 55. “You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. I will always be yours.” 56. “The way he watches you. It’s like he’s willing to leap in front of you and take a bullet or something.” 57. “Kill me! Not him!” 58. “Stay.” “Give me one good reason.” 59. “Yeah, it’s and off day when I don’t get somebody telling me how edible I smell.” 60. “Damn it! You’ll be the death of me, I swear you will.” 61. “If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not afraid of it.” 62. “Do I dazzle you?” 63. “I’m tired of trying to stay away from you.” 64. “Bring on the shackles, I’m your prisoner.” 65. “You are my life now.” 66. “And then we continued blissfully into this small, perfect piece of our forever.” 67. “Nobody’s ever loved someone as much as I love you.” 68. “I don’t know what happened.” “You love him.” 69. “All of sudden it’s not gravity holding you to the planet, it’s her. Nothing else matters. You would do anything, be anything for her.” 70. “You really love her?” 71. “I don’t see the whole point of the rest of the world without her.” 72. “Then I found a promising site ... I waited impatiently for it to load, quickly clicked closed each ad that flashed across the screen. Finally, the screen finished -- simple, white background with black text; academic-looking. Two quotes greeted me on the homepage:” 73. “I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.” 74. “I’ll be fighting for her, too, and I’ll be fighting twice as hard as you will.” 75. “It’s always been him.” 76. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” 77. “They’re coming for her.” “They’re not gonna touch her.” 78. “Doesn’t he own a shirt?” 79. “You know, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.” 80. “You have disappeared. Like everything else.” 81. “The absence of him is everywhere I look.” 82. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.” 83. “Your number was up the first time I met you.” 84. “We all like to drive fast.” 85. “It’s too easy to be myself with you.” 86. “I’ve never given much thought to how I’d die, but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.” 87. “Don’t tempt me too far. My patience isn’t that perfect.” 88. “His tone questions my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfect delivered line by a skilled actor.” 89. “What’s he mad about?” 90. “No measure of time with you will ever be enough.” 91. “I promise to love you forever, every single day of forever.” 92. “We’re gonna be great friends!” 93. “If I had my way, I would spend the majority of my time kissing him.” 94. “Until your heart stops beating.” 95. “I touched the cool miracle of his ski, and I was home.” 96. “Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.” 97. “This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes.” 98. “Leave it to you ... you have to start hanging out with the first weirdos you can find.” 99. “I love him much more than I should, and yet still nowhere near enough.” 100. “I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes.”

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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

(𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇/𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾́𝗌)

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve’s life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Part I

Part II

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

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No es mi mundo parte I

Pareja: Steve Rogers (Capitán América/Capitán HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow).    

Palabras: 1213 palabras.

Sinopsis: La intromisión de cierto ser causará estragos en la vida de Steve, ¿Aryah podrá solucionarlo?

Advertencias: Menciones de Smut, nada explicito, mociones de alcohol.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para 10,000 Followers Celebration con el tema:

“Intercambio de universos paralelos”.

Y mi entrada para A better love story than Twilight con la frase #10:

“¿Y si no soy el héroe? ¿Y si yo soy el malo?

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo). Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

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Tags: @sinceimetyou @black23​

Universo A

  Aryah se estiró y luego vio el reloj de la pared de la oficina de su hermano, en poco tiempo el Helicarrier llegaría, ese día no hubo entrenamiento porque la mayoría del equipo había ido a la misión.

Se levantó y llegó unos segundo antes que el Helicarrier aterrizara, en cuanto vio a su hermano y a su novio bajar de la nave sonrió, por la expresión en la cara de los dos parecía que todo había ido bien en la misión.

— ¿Qué tal tu día sin mí, enana? —saludó Brock.

—Estuvo bien, ya organicé toda la documentación que se suponía que ibas a hacer tú —respondió, los hermanos se miraron y luego rieron—. Supongo que la misión fue exitosa, ¿festejaremos esta noche?

—Claro, donde siempre.

Después de que Brock se fue, Steve se acercó a Aryah y le dio un beso en la frente después de asegurarse que nadie los veía.

— ¿Te preguntó algo? —cuestionó la chica.

—No, aún no, pero creo que sospecha de nuestra relación, probablemente nos vigile.

— ¿Acaso el héroe tiene miedo del “chico malo”? —preguntó con sorna Aryah.

— ¿Y si no soy el héroe? ¿Y si yo soy el malo?

—Steve, por favor, eres la persona más buena que conozco y evidentemente un héroe, como sea mi hermano, sabe que tengo novio, simplemente no sabe quién es.

—Muñeca, quizás debas dejar de tomar, ya estás muy ebria —dijo Steve mientras intentaba quitarle la bebida de la mano a su novia.

—Es que no es justo —se quejó.

— ¿Qué no es justo?

—Tú no te emborrachas… ¿Qué te parece si vamos a mi casa y…?

—Aryah…

Ella soltó una risita y abrazó fuertemente a Steve como si quisiera evitar él se fuese a escapar.

—Vamos Steve, no es la primera vez que…

— ¿Me puedes regresar a mi hermana? —dijo Brock, quien apareció detrás de ellos.

—Claro, yo sólo…

— ¡Hermanito! ¿Me compras un peluche tamaño real de Steve? —pidió Aryah entre risas. Brock alzó una ceja y negó con la cabeza mientras agarraba a su hermana del hombro—. Entonces nos llevamos al verdadero a casa.

—No, Aryah déjalo, ya nos vamos, estás muy ebria, tengo que conseguir regresarte a la casa antes de que empieces a usar tus poderes como loca —dijo Brock mientras intentaba hacer que ella soltase a Rogers, pero ella abrazaba más fuerte a Steve, siguieron así unos cuantos minutos— De acuerdo, Rogers vienes con nosotros.

—Dormirás en la sala —ordenó Brock.

—Nooooooooo, él dormirá conmigo

—Como sea, simplemente cuida que no utilice sus poderes.

Nadie contaba con una visita inesperada de Kang en la noche, la cual nadie logró detectar en ese momento, pero si causó algunas alteraciones, de las cuales se percataron hasta el día siguiente.

Aryah abrió los ojos lentamente, el dolor de cabeza la estaba matando, volteó y no vio a Steve, recordaba todo lo que pasó la noche anterior.

—Oh, no… Seguramente Brock lo debe de estar interrogando.

Salió de su habitación y se dirigió a la cocina, Brock al verla le ofreció una taza de café sin quitar una cara poco amigable.

— ¿Y Steve? —preguntó Aryah.

—Supongo que en tu recámara y necesito explicaciones.

—No estaba cuando yo me desperté.

—Entonces huyó.

—No lo creo, él siempre es muy responsable…

Aryah se calló antes de decir más detalles y le marcó varias veces a su celular, pero Steve no contestó.

—Steve es el novio del cual te negabas a decir su nombre, ¿verdad?

—Mm… Pues… Eres mi hermano favorito —respondió Aryah evitando verlo.

—Enana, soy tu único hermano.

Universo B

  Steve abrió los ojos, Aryah no estaba a su lado; sin embargo, observó su entorno, no era la habitación de ella, el lugar donde había despertado era muy diferente, incluso podría decir que era lúgubre. Salió, no estaba en el edificio donde ella vivía ni en el propio, de hecho el lugar parecía una base.

—Te despertaste tarde —dijo Aryah.

— ¿Cómo te sientes? Parece que no tienes resaca.

— ¿Resaca?

—Ayer estuvimos celebrando y…

—Los únicos que estuvieron celebrando en su habitación fue mi hermano y Sinthea, desventajas de tenerlo como vecino es que escuché todo.

— ¿Sinthea? ¿Quién es Sinthea? —Steve cuestionó confundido.

—La novia de Brock, Steve, estás actuando muy raro, creo que el golpe en la cabeza del entrenamiento de ayer si te afecto, quizás necesitas que te vuelvan a someter a otro “tratamiento”.

— ¿Tratamiento?

—Ya deja de bromear, tenemos una junta con Zemo en diez minutos —Aryah se fue después de decir eso.

Steve comenzó a seguirla, pero se detuvo cuando en una de las paredes vio el símbolo de HYDRA, ¿acaso lo habían engañado? ¿Cómo había terminado en ese lugar?

— ¿No te vas a poner tu uniforme?

— ¿HYDRA? ¿Aryah qué significa todo esto?

— ¿A qué te refieres? Trabajamos para HYDRA, Steve, tú eres el Capitán HYDRA, ¿esperabas que estuviéramos del lado de S.H.I.E.L.D.?, sabes que ellos no quieren salvar al mundo —contestó Aryah.

Steve estaba perplejo, había una posibilidad de que estuviese soñando, también significaba que tal vez una contraparte de los Vengadores también estaba ahí. La chica ya se había dado la media vuelta y caminaba de nuevo hacia la sala de juntas.

—Aryah, ¿dónde está Natasha? —Steve inquirió, acto seguido Aryah se detuvo de golpe y regresó hasta donde estaba Steve de manera amenazadora.

—No vuelvas a repetir el nombre de esa maldita zorra traidora Steven…

— ¡Aquí están! —Exclamó Rachel cuando los vio en el pasillo—. Decidí venir a buscarlos por si estaban ocupados, no quería que Zemo los volviera a interrumpir.

— ¿Quién eres? —preguntó Steve, para él todo se estaba tornando demasiado confuso, tenía que averiguar de alguna forma lo que estaba pasando.

—Rachel Leighton…

—Creo que el golpe de ayer le afectó —Aryah susurró.

Después de la junta Aryah y Brock hablaron durante algunos segundos, Steve no dejaba de ver su alrededor.

—Cap, tenemos que ir a la misión —dijo Brock.

—A, ¿segura que todo está bien? —cuestionó Rachel antes de subir a la nave.

—No hay nada de que preocuparse, pronto averiguaremos lo que pasa, estoy segura que ese no es Steve sino un espía de S.H.I.E.L.D.

Rachel sonrió, sabía a lo que se refería su amiga, ambas subieron a la nave, Aryah se sentó a lado de Steve y le abrazó el brazo.

—Entonces, ¿qué pensaste de mi propuesta de anoche? —le susurró Aryah al oído a Steve.

—C-claro, lo que quieras —respondió Steve intentando no sonar nervioso, sin embargo, no tenía ni la más mínima idea a lo que se refería.

Steve tampoco notó cuando ella le hizo una señal a su hermano y pronto todo se volvió oscuro para él.

Universo A

  Cuando llegaron los hermanos al gimnasio del Triskelion, de inmediato Aryah notó algo extraño, fue hasta los vestidores.

— ¿Steve? —Aryah esperó unos segundos en silencio—. Steve, sal donde quiera que estés.

Steve apareció, tomó a Aryah del brazo para acercarla a él y la besó apasionadamente.

—Tú no eres Steve, ¿quién eres? —cuestionó Aryah al separarse de él.

Parte II

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Before Love Came To Kill Us - Part 3

Summary: Roz never got her happily ever after with Bucky. Adjusting to the new world after the Snap isn’t easy. But she does what she can to honour the fallen, she lives her life. Until her new life collides with the old.

Part 3

Part 3 Summary: Roz and Bucky try to figure out what life looks like after the Blip. They can’t go back but what does moving forward look like? 

Warnings: angst, language, threw in some more angst, a dash of fluff, preludes to cheating (no one cheats).

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I’m trying something different and titling each “scene” like I do on my google docs.

Challenge: @suitofvibraniumarmor​ ran a Better Than Twilight challenge last year. I signed up but the muses wouldn’t comply. However I used some of the prompts and wanted to give credit where it’s due. I tweaked them but Prompts: 55. “You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. I will always be yours.” 82. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, OFC, OMC. Small Parts/Mentions: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Roz), OFC (Roz) x OMC.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // all mistakes remain my own.

Master Lists: Series // Main

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Part 2 -  He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter, silently praying something significant had changed about her. Anything to make him not love her the way he did.

Yesterday

Roz kept her eyes on the slightly ajar door. How many times had she sat where she was now, cross legged in the middle of Bucky’s bed, and imagined a million scenarios of him walking through it. A tearful but hot and heavy reunion that would last days, neither one willing to move from the bed. The tears had been accurate, on her part at least. The hot and heavy was no longer an option.

Bucky had invited her in but then insisted on getting snacks and beverages. It wasn’t a bad idea, it would probably be a long conversation, they’d need the fuel. But she suspected Bucky needed a minute to compose himself, she had kind of ambushed him. Her eyes remained glued to the door, a dark part of her not quite believing he was back. Maybe she had dreamt all of it, it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

The relief she felt when he appeared, with his arms overloaded with snacks, was almost embarrassing. He dropped the bags of chips, bottles of water, fruit and chocolate onto the bed and smiled down at her.

“I bought a bit of everything,” he shrugged and his smile seemed shy. “I didn’t know what you’d want or liked.”

“I like all the same stuff,” she chuckled, “nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Bucky sighed heavily and she had to look away when he raked a hand down his face. He wasn’t talking about her eating habits anymore. “I woke up next to you yesterday. I wake up today and you’re married.”

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Before Love Came To Kill Us - Part 3

Summary: Roz never got her happily ever after with Bucky. Adjusting to the new world after the Snap isn’t easy. But she does what she can to honour the fallen, she lives her life. Until her new life collides with the old.

Part 3

Part 3 Summary: Roz and Bucky try to figure out what life looks like after the Blip. They can’t go back but what does moving forward look like? 

Warnings: angst, language, threw in some more angst, a dash of fluff, preludes to cheating (no one cheats).

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I’m trying something different and titling each “scene” like I do on my google docs.

Challenge: @suitofvibraniumarmor​ ran a Better Than Twilight challenge last year. I signed up but the muses wouldn’t comply. However I used some of the prompts and wanted to give credit where it’s due. I tweaked them but Prompts: 55. “You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. I will always be yours.” 82. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, OFC, OMC. Small Parts/Mentions: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Roz), OFC (Roz) x OMC.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // all mistakes remain my own.

Master Lists: Series // Main

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Part 2 -  He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter, silently praying something significant had changed about her. Anything to make him not love her the way he did.

Yesterday

Roz kept her eyes on the slightly ajar door. How many times had she sat where she was now, cross legged in the middle of Bucky’s bed, and imagined a million scenarios of him walking through it. A tearful but hot and heavy reunion that would last days, neither one willing to move from the bed. The tears had been accurate, on her part at least. The hot and heavy was no longer an option.

Bucky had invited her in but then insisted on getting snacks and beverages. It wasn’t a bad idea, it would probably be a long conversation, they’d need the fuel. But she suspected Bucky needed a minute to compose himself, she had kind of ambushed him. Her eyes remained glued to the door, a dark part of her not quite believing he was back. Maybe she had dreamt all of it, it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

The relief she felt when he appeared, with his arms overloaded with snacks, was almost embarrassing. He dropped the bags of chips, bottles of water, fruit and chocolate onto the bed and smiled down at her.

“I bought a bit of everything,” he shrugged and his smile seemed shy. “I didn’t know what you’d want or liked.”

“I like all the same stuff,” she chuckled, “nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Bucky sighed heavily and she had to look away when he raked a hand down his face. He wasn’t talking about her eating habits anymore. “I woke up next to you yesterday. I wake up today and you’re married.”

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Before Love Came To Kill Us - Part 3

Summary: Roz never got her happily ever after with Bucky. Adjusting to the new world after the Snap isn’t easy. But she does what she can to honour the fallen, she lives her life. Until her new life collides with the old.

Part 3

Part 3 Summary: Roz and Bucky try to figure out what life looks like after the Blip. They can’t go back but what does moving forward look like? 

Warnings: angst, language, threw in some more angst, a dash of fluff, preludes to cheating (no one cheats).

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I’m trying something different and titling each “scene” like I do on my google docs.

Challenge: @suitofvibraniumarmor​ ran a Better Than Twilight challenge last year. I signed up but the muses wouldn’t comply. However I used some of the prompts and wanted to give credit where it’s due. I tweaked them but Prompts: 55. “You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. I will always be yours.” 82. “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, OFC, OMC. Small Parts/Mentions: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Roz), OFC (Roz) x OMC.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // all mistakes remain my own.

Master Lists: Series // Main

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Part 2 -  He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter, silently praying something significant had changed about her. Anything to make him not love her the way he did.

Yesterday

Roz kept her eyes on the slightly ajar door. How many times had she sat where she was now, cross legged in the middle of Bucky’s bed, and imagined a million scenarios of him walking through it. A tearful but hot and heavy reunion that would last days, neither one willing to move from the bed. The tears had been accurate, on her part at least. The hot and heavy was no longer an option.

Bucky had invited her in but then insisted on getting snacks and beverages. It wasn’t a bad idea, it would probably be a long conversation, they’d need the fuel. But she suspected Bucky needed a minute to compose himself, she had kind of ambushed him. Her eyes remained glued to the door, a dark part of her not quite believing he was back. Maybe she had dreamt all of it, it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

The relief she felt when he appeared, with his arms overloaded with snacks, was almost embarrassing. He dropped the bags of chips, bottles of water, fruit and chocolate onto the bed and smiled down at her.

“I bought a bit of everything,” he shrugged and his smile seemed shy. “I didn’t know what you’d want or liked.”

“I like all the same stuff,” she chuckled, “nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Bucky sighed heavily and she had to look away when he raked a hand down his face. He wasn’t talking about her eating habits anymore. “I woke up next to you yesterday. I wake up today and you’re married.”

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** Writing Challenge **

I know, I know, my next one isn’t quite wrapped up yet, buttttt this idea came to me when my cousin and I were taking a walk down a ridiculous part of Memory Lane and I got excited. I’m guessing this has been done before at some point – that’s not stopping me from presenting to you: 

I love fluff. And I wanna see more of it! 

Below the cut you will find some prompts that, in the context of Twilight, are absolutely cringe-worthy. My challenge to you is to take that prompt and make it something we can love. 

Disclaimer: I’m not Twilight-shaming ANYONE. I literally sat and watched all of Eclipse and now want to watch both Breaking Dawns. It’s more about sentiment, and the occasional girly giggle for me, but … yeah. No judgement here, friends. 

Guidelines, prompts, and tags are below the cut! (Yes, I copied and tweaked from my last writing challenge. I’m being efficient, thank you! :P )

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** Writing Challenge **

I know, I know, my next one isn’t quite wrapped up yet, buttttt this idea came to me when my cousin and I were taking a walk down a ridiculous part of Memory Lane and I got excited. I’m guessing this has been done before at some point – that’s not stopping me from presenting to you: 

I love fluff. And I wanna see more of it! 

Below the cut you will find some prompts that, in the context of Twilight, are absolutely cringe-worthy. My challenge to you is to take that prompt and make it something we can love. 

Disclaimer: I’m not Twilight-shaming ANYONE. I literally sat and watched all of Eclipse and now want to watch both Breaking Dawns. It’s more about sentiment, and the occasional girly giggle for me, but … yeah. No judgement here, friends. 

Guidelines, prompts, and tags are below the cut! (Yes, I copied and tweaked from my last writing challenge. I’m being efficient, thank you! :P )

Keep reading