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What If S2 episode 8 live action

[jasmines-library]

14 years

WHUMPTOBER DAY 16: Prompt: Experiment. Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Torn from your parents at a young age, you were experimented on. Your body and your mind were altered until you no longer recognised yourself in the mirror. During your time with HYDRA, your only solace came in the form of Bucky Barnes' voice on the other side of the wall. That was, until he left. Now, years later you have the chance to meet him again.

Warnings: Human Experimentation, pain, minor mentions of blood and gunshot wounds, brain surgery? kinda.

Word count: 2.2K

Note: I don’t own the art work in the header. This has not mention of skin colour despite the image on the right, I was using it for the cybernetics. My work is for everyone to enjoy :)

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Darkness. It was all you had known since you were young and torn from your family’s arms. But that was years ago and you had long forgotten that touch could be tender. Since that fateful day, you lived in constant fear of the men who would drag you away from the little relief of sleep you got at night, although it consisted of curling up on a small mattress on the floor. You lived with the fear of waking up again and being forced through another day of poking and prodding in your mind. There was one voice that offered solace. You heard it drift through the vents many times, offering words of comfort. He had been there when you had arrived, soothing you of your nightmares when you woke up in a cold sweat. The voice would disappear for months at a time, until one day it never came back. Your blood ran cold whenever you began to think about what he had done. Part of you was certain that Hydra had done something to him - you knew he was defiant, and more stubborn than you, but all of you hoped that he had gotten himself out of this hellhole. Soon after his absence, without those gentle words drifting from the vents you began to feel less and began to gain control over your abilities. They had told you that emotions clouded your judgement and you had begun to listen without the defiance of your friend. But you supposed, that still wasn’t enough for them. You were never enough. 

As part of your daily routine, you were forced awake at the crack of dawn. This time it was a bucket of icy water. Spluttering, and sitting up abruptly, you groaned when you realised the situation. You hated water; it messed with your cybernetics if it got in the wrong places and wasn’t dried properly, and a malfunctioning cybernetic caused you extreme discomfort; migraines and sharp pains where the metal was connected to your body and to your brain. Sometimes, in extreme cases they could cause seizures or body shut down. One thing you were certain of was that although Hydra were technical geniuses, they had no care about the effects their experiments had on their patients as long as they functioned enough to benefit them. 

Dripping wet and shivering, you pushed yourself up onto your feet and were gripped harshly by the two guards. As they walked you forwards, your bare feet padded across the tiles. They were cold and bit at your skin. You were dragged through the corridors quickly and you tried to figure out where you were going, but everything looked the same in this facility; sickeningly pristine. When you saw the golden doorway, your chest constricted and you tried to push away, but they forced you into the room and towards the chair which sat in the centre of the square room. There were a number of unfamiliar faces dotted around the room, each tending to a laptop. It was the cart of tools next to the chair that caught you by surprise. It was lined with rows of screwdrivers and odd shaped instruments. 

Shoved down unsympathetically you fell into the chair, and the blinds closed seamlessly around your arms. You furrowed your brow when the halo of machinery that sat aloft didn't descend into your face to cause you more pain. Instead a man slid in front of you on a chair. He spoke to you about your cybernetics. You had one that ran around your right temple and down your cheek, it was the one that connected to your eyes and allowed extreme accuracy, as well as the ability to identify anyone in the database- and that was a whole lot of people. You had two more; one which made up the entirety of your knee- that one was accidental. You had sustained it after a gunshot to the knee on a mission. The second was your largest. It was from just above the nape of your neck and down your spine. Many of the nerves in your spine here had been replaced by cybernetics, allowing for complete motor precision and effortlessness when moving. It also ran directly into your brain, altering its pathways to create an advanced way of thinking. Supposedly, this one was a problem. The man told you that when they had created this cybernetic, they had allowed you to feel too much, and this compromised you in missions. They said it was how you ended up with the machinery in your knee. 

“You have to learn to comply.” The man told you bluntly. “And to do that, you must not let pests like the winter soldier interfere. He does not care about you, child. The only people who care about you are Hydra. Remember that. If you cannot learn that on your own then we must teach you a lesson.” 

He reached slowly towards the tools, picking up a screwdriver and a small hand held object that sparked. 

“No…No.” You shook your head. 

He only moved closer, swivelling on the chair until he was positioned behind you. Then, with one swift movement, he began to fiddle with the machinery in the back of your head. You shrieked as the pain shot through your head as the screws were removed, unsettling skin and bone, but then came the agony of the machine as it sparked away, allowing pieces of the cybernetic to be shifted or removed. You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together to try and bite away some of the pain. The man continued to work, inching deeper into your brain. It hurt; a thousand agonies at once all trailing through your body. Your muscles twitched as he worked around your brain, alternating your wavelengths and your feelings. Soon, your body began to feel numb. The stabbing dulled down into throbbing and shortly after, you felt nothing at all. 

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Get in without being seen, take out the enemy, get the data, get out. That was the mission. A simple routine mission that hopefully didn’t require you to ambush your way out. You didn’t like to pull the trigger. It was messy and there was an odd feeling that twinged in your stomach when you watched the bodies drop to the floor like a sack of flour. You couldn’t place it, you just knew that it felt wrong. Especially when they were innocent people. They were usually innocent, your cybernetic told you that much. But your programing stated that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and would therefore compromise the mission and Hydra. 

Sometimes, your mind would think that what you were doing was wrong. Sometimes you stopped what you were doing completely as you fought to keep a grip on a sanity that seemed more natural to you, though wherever you disobeyed, you were strapped to that chair again and experimented with until they made progress in a way that could get you to comply without fault. 

You moved stealthily towards the door; it was heavy and made of metal. You could hear voices behind it, muffled by the thickness of the steel. You could place around three or four, and the sound of keyboards clattering away. 

Reaching into the pocket of your suit, you pulled out a small device. It was round and attached onto the electronic mechanism of the door. Stepping back, you allowed it to work, listening to it whirr away and raising your dual pistols. When the device let out a burst of electricity and the door flung open, a set of heads turned towards you. You saw their names flash across your vision. Names, aliases, records, articles, all sorts of information that you processed and stored within your brain in seconds. It was the dark haired man who’s name failed to show up on your database that made you frown. If he was an avenger, surely Hydra would have something on him. You contemplated for a split second, before remembering your objective. 

Before they had a chance to move, you had released a round or bullets into the room. Most, although accurately placed, ricocheted off of the trained soldiers armour or shields. One however found itself within the shoulder of a redheaded woman. Gunting in discomfort, she dropped, manoeuvring herself around the room to cut you off from the data. You tried to turn, only to collide with a tall blond. You ducked, rolling across the floor to escape his swing. You fired at him, but it was blocked by his circular shield. Turning to move, you came face to face with the woman again, blood dribbling from her shoulder. You backed away, trying to find a gap between the circle they had created around you. And that was when you realised you were trapped. Then, something blunt hit the back of your head.

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The first thing you noticed when you awoke was that you weren’t lying on the cold floor. Instead you were chained to a hospital bed by a tight cuff secured just above the hydra insignia they had messily branded into your skin. There were tiny sicker-like pads pressed to your temples, monitoring your brain activity. They made you feel like a child again; helpless with no control. 

 The man who wouldn’t show up on your database was watching you from afar, leaning against the doorway with his metal arm folded over his other. You could see the angry scarring around it under the top he was wearing. It was similar to the ones on your face and your spine. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes and he tilted his head, studying your movements. You tried searching the database again for him, assuming that in the action your cybernetic scanners had failed to pick anything up, but once again his profile came up blank. 

“Who are you?! You asked, furrowing your brow. Too many thoughts raced across your mind. If you were the enemy, why hadn’t they killed you?

The man frowned, inching hesitantly into the room. His moments were precarious as though he was trying not to frighten you. “You don’t remember me?”

That voice… you knew that voice. He had spoken to you before, a long, long time ago. 

“Bucky..?” You queried. There was a name you hadn’t heard in a while. A name you unknowingly had yearned for everyday since he left you.

He smiled at you gently. You weren’t sure how you had really pictured him from the other side of the wall, but you weren’t disappointed. He had this gentle look about him as he watched you, though hidden behind it was a haunted look that only someone who had seen the worst could have. “Yeah Doll. It’s me.”

“You left.”

“I know, doll. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave without you but I had no choice.”

You sighed. “Why am I here, Buck? Why didn’t they just shoot me when they had the chance.”

“Because, Barnes is one annoying man.” Another voice chimed in from the doorway. He was an older man with tired eyes. He had a small beard too which sat below the hair above his upper lip. “He thinks that we can help you, like we helped him. Although, I don’t know if you deserve that considering you broke into our home, shot one of our agents and tried to take all of our data. Nat should make a full recovery, by the way.” He added just to jest. 

“Stark-”

“You know I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to get torn apart and pit back together over and over and turned into some weapon. I didn’t ask to be one of their little toys.”

Tony pursed his lips. Hot tears streamed down your face as years of your life replayed on loop in your mind. This feeling was something so foreign to you. You didn’t know how to comprehend it. Bucky faltered as he watched your mind fight itself, as you fought between what felt right and what you were told was right.

“Fourteen years. Fourteen years of pain and loneliness. Fourteen years of my life that I will never get back because they were spent being forced to do things that I never asked to do.”

Tony pondered for a moment, gaze lingering on Bucky. He saw how tender he was with you. He knew that Barnes could sympathise with you better than anyone could. They had given him a chance, so why were you any different?

“Call T'Challa.Tell him we need his help.”

Bucky beamed. After quickly reassuring you that he would be back shortly after your protests, he began to make his way down the hall, with a skip in his step. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you were going to get help. They were going to remove your programming, and you would be stripped of the confinement that Hydra had wrapped tightly around you like a boa constrictor. He knew that it would take time and effort, pain and trust, but he was willing to stand beside you for it all because he knew that slowly but surely, you would realise that you were safe. Slowly but surely, you would become you again. 

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<- DAY 15 ⛤ DAY 17 ->

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Note: I was listening to the song 14 years but guns n roses whilst I wrote this :)

[floilee]

(Meeting for the avengers)

Buck: So... Yelena, you-

(Kate sits in the middle of Buck and Yelena and faces the soldier)

Kate: Not in this universe.

[avengerdaisy]

Beau Arlen & Jenny Hoyt (with Sunny Barnes and Buck Barnes) in Big Sky [290/∞]

[smutstationchoochoo]

[aloneatpeace]

Bucky : Favorite horror movie?

Steve: It

Nat: Saw

Y/n: Annabelle

Tony : High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

[deansraspberrypie]

🔥💪 Beau Arlen and Buck Barnes

Part 3.

Big Sky - 3.13 - That Old Feeling 🤠✨

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[artaxlivs]

Hi! I know I don’t follow you but I still think you’re super amazing and you said anyone could do an ask so if you’re up to it..

Treat?!

No hard nos but if you’re up for fluff, I could use something cheery and cute :D

Fluff and laughter and a sprinkle (or a tsunami) of smut are my thing! So fluff it is!

Someone's knocking on his door. Clint loves this part. He grabs the bowl of candy and yanks open the door, ready to cheer over the kids costumes.

"Bucky? What are you doing here?" They've been doing this flirty thing where they don't call them dates but they go out for coffee or pizza and Bucky doesn't talk much but Clint talks enough for both of them. It's not anything more than friendship with delusions of dating yet but Clint's hoping.

Bucky lifts an eyebrow, eyes trailing over Clint's costume. He suddenly feels a little foolish.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Uh...I'm-uh, I'm Green Arrow. From...you know from Star City. He's a...a superhero..." Clint fiddles with the frankly ridiculous amount of buckles on his costume. Why does Green Arrow wear a costume with so little give?

"Isn't that-kinda..I don't know..." Bucky's eyes follow Clint's fingers and then he finishes flatly, "...weird?"

Snorting, Clint nods, "Yeah, probably. But I thought it would be funny, since everyone mistakes me for him anyway. Like, tongue in cheek, you know?"

"Why would anyone mistake you for Green Arrow? His costume's dumb. A green hood? Who does he think he is, Robin Hood?" Bucky scoffs and Clint realizes he's still standing in the hallway so he backs up, waves him in.

Before he shuts the door there's a clamor of children's voices and Simone yelling "Incoming Clint!" Just before a herd of children come to a stop in front of his open door.

"Oh man! You guys look great! What do we have here?" Clint grabs a handful of candy and dumps it in the first bucket, "A teenage mutant ninja turtle? Donatello - he's my favorite!" he grabs another handful as that kid shuffles away and another takes his place, "And Elsa? Don't make me sing, I always cry on the high notes!" He drops the handful in her pillowcase. There's about eight or none of them and he goes through each, exclaiming excitedly over each one.

He almost closes the door before he sees the last one, tucked to the side of the jamb, "Hey there, did you get any candy?" The kid is kind of in shadow and most of his costume is black, his head is tucked down and he's scuffing one worn black boot on the floor next to his still empty pillowcase. He's probably gotten missed at the other apartments because he was too quiet to speak up before the doors shut.

Clint squats down and the kid scoots into the light. He's wearing a Winter Solider costume. Clint's eyes twinkle and he glances back at Bucky to make sure he sees it. "Bucky Barnes, huh? Can I tell you a secret?" The kid nods but doesn't look up, still clutching the empty bag in white knuckles. "The Winter Solider is my absolute favorite superhero. And he's pretty quiet, too, kinda shy around big crowds. Likes to look before he leaps, you know? You mind telling me your name?"

The kid looks up through thick eyelashes, "Bethany."

Clint smiles, chastises himself for assuming the kid was a boy, "Well, Bethany, can you open your bag for me?" She does, still white knuckling it as Clint upends the entire bowl into the bag, "Happy Halloween kiddo, be safe out there." She gives him a little smile and runs back down the hallway toward the group. Clint can hear Simone hustling them to the next floor.

When he turns back around, letting the door shut behind him, Clint finds Bucky still staring at where Bethany had been standing, "You didn't tell her to be brave or speak up."

Clint shrugs, "She will when she's ready. Or when she needs to. Or maybe never. It's no one else's right to tell her how to be." Bucky nods at that and Clint says, "Sooo...did you come over to hand out candy?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie and gorge ourselves on Halloween candy." He smiles at the empty bucket, "We might have to go rob some trick or treaters for that, though."

"Nahhhh," Clint grins, pulling another bag out of the cabinet, "secret stash."

They watch Frozen. Clint does, in fact, cry on the high notes. And he manages to not make a big deal about it when Bucky leans in close and rests his head on Clint's shoulder.

[atlasscrumpit]

Dark Steve x reader

(Sex, abuse, manipulation, alpha/omega au)

(I cannot remember if I posted this on here or not, but if not here and if yes still here!)

You were asleep inside your small room when your metal door was ripped open.

You looked up and saw three guards rushing in, they grabbed you roughly as you yelped a little bit. They brought you out and you saw Steve.

"Sir?" You muttered as he reached forward and ran his hand over your cheek.

"It's come to my attention that there's a traitor in my ranks and while I know you would never betray me there are some things I need to make sure of." He said as they dragged you along behind Steve.

When you finally reached your destination the guards threw you inside while Steve grabbed you and sat you down at a metal table.

"Did I upset you, sir?" You muttered looking down at the table.

"Not one bit, doll. But I have to rule out every possibility. Now, stay still." He said coming towards you with a needle, you instantly tilted your neck to the side and made him chuckle.

"Such a good girl." He praised brushing your hair away from your neck before injecting the liquid into your neck.

"Now this, my sweet girl, is going to make sure you tell the truth." He said before sitting across from you.

"Do you love me?" He asked tilting his head as you nodded.

"Of course, alpha. I love you more than anything, I just want to be perfect for you and make you proud." You said making him smile.

"Do you ever think about running away?" He asked as you looked at him in shock.

"Never! I would never even think about it." You replied watching Steve smile wickedly.

"Would you do anything for me, baby girl?" He asked as you saw him reach down to press his palm against his crotch.

"Of course, master. Anything you ask of." You replied making him smile.

"That's what I thought, angel. Now come here." He whispered patting his lap as you obediently stood up and went over to him.

You straddled his waist feeling him run his hands up your legs.

"I knew you would never betray me." He whispered leaning in to kiss your neck softly.

—

Steve led you out of the interrogation room about 40 minutes later after releasing all of his pent-up emotions on you.

But you didn't mind, you were glad he was happy.

"Go back to my room and sleep, there are things I need to sort out." He demanded playing with your hair as you nodded.

"Of course, sir." You replied obediently walking away.

Steve's second in command came up to Steve.

"Maybe we should get you someone like Y/N. You could do with releasing some of that tension." Steve said chuckling as Bucky's face didn't show any emotion.

"Oh come on, Buck. Have some fun. Don't you want a little thing like mine to fuck?" Steve said as Bucky glared at him.

"She's not an object, she's your omega." He grumbled making Steve's face fall.

"That's what she is, Buck. She's my toy and you'll be the same if you keep talking back." Steve warned as Bucky looked away in submission.

"That's what I thought." Steve growled before they both walked away.

—

Back in Steve's room, you were laying in his bed waiting for him to come back.

When he did return you perked up like a happy puppy and ran to him making him chuckle.

He held your face in his hand and kissed your forehead.

"There's my good puppy." He praised kissing your lips softly.

"Have you found the traitor, master?" You asked as he looked at you sadly.

"I think I have and I'm very disappointed." He replied before walking away to get changed.

"Is it Bucky?" You asked as he turned around and looked at you in confusion.

"And why would you think that?" He asked stalking towards you.

He backed you up against the wall as you shrunk before him.

"I-I just know that sometimes he doesn't obey you and when you said you were disappointed I thought it must be someone close to you." You replied as he reached up and pressed his hand against your throat.

"Please." You whispered gripping his wrist before he smiled and let go.

"Sometimes I forget how smart my little omega is. Plus that truth serum works for 24 hours so I know you're telling the truth." He whispered making you smile.

—

You stood beside Steve as two guards strapped Bucky to a table and injected the same serum they had injected into you.

Steve kept asking questions but Bucky was fighting the serum.

But Bucky was an alpha and there was one thing he couldn't fight.

"Sweetheart, you know what to do." Steve said as you nodded and moved over to Bucky.

"He's just using you, Y/N. Once he's done playing with you he'll throw you away and get a new one." He growled as you looked at him and reached forward to press your palm against his neck.

You were about to use your omega effect on his before you felt something surge through your veins, you whined softly and Bucky growled.

Steve quickly interrupted and grabbed you away from Bucky.

"What the hell did you do!?" Steve shouted at Bucky as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn't stop your hands from shaking, you'd never felt anything like that before.

"Y/N is my mate." Bucky said as your eyes widened, you looked beside you to see Steve angrier than you'd ever seen.

"Steve?" You muttered as he turned to you.

"Little slut." He growled grabbing you by the hair and throwing you onto the ground as you yelped. He grabbed a gun and pointed it at you.

"You're worthless to me now." He said before Bucky broke free and dove onto Steve before he shot you.

You backed away trying to not hyperventilate as you cried softly. The two guards rushed towards you before you dodged out of the way and grabbed one of their guns.

"Oh come on, puppy. You're just an omega, you think you can harm an alpha?" One of the guards said as your hands shook violently.

"She can't but I fucking can." Bucky growled grabbing the guard and slitting his throat before killing the other.

You looked down to see Steve passed out. You felt a burning on your neck and reached up with your shaky hand to feel Steve's mark fading from your neck.

"He rejected me." You whispered as Bucky dropped the knife and came over.

He reached forward and ran his hand over your cheek.

"It's going to be okay, he wasn't your mate. You don't remember anything before all of this and I know it makes it all confusing. I can tell you everything later, we just have to get out of here." He said as you nodded a little.

Bucky grabbed your hand and a gun in the other and ran out of the room.

—

You weren't sure how you'd made it out but you did, not without a few wounds but it didn't matter right now.

After stealing a car and crashing it you'd both made it to the safety of a cave. Bucky had set up a fire and you sat in front of it.

"He kidnapped you." Bucky muttered sitting beside you as you looked at him.

"Steve kidnapped you and brainwashed you. Making sure you were a perfect omega for him because in truth, before you he had a mate, he had an omega. And he killed her, so he wanted a new one." Bucky explained as you felt your heart stop beating.

"And now you've found your real Alpha." He muttered as you felt tears run down your cheeks.

"I don't want another alpha, Steve hurt me so much. I don't want to be anyone's ever again." You whispered covering your face as Bucky looked at you sadly.

"What you had with Steve isn't what a normal alpha-omega relationship looks like. An alpha is meant to care for their omega and make sure they're safe, not hurt or use them." He muttered as you turned to him.

"I would never hurt you, Y/N. But eventually, we'll have to bind ourselves together so no one else can hurt you. I would treat you better than Steve did." He said slowly turning to face you.

You gently laid your head on his shoulder and nodded. Bucky wrapped his arm around you and you felt safer than you ever had.

"Thank you, alpha."

(I'm open to a part 2)

[jtargaryen18]

Scenting Their Prey

Slowly getting past this writer's block. Hoping to finish this by this weekend. A/B/O soft/dark with an Omega reader and two alphas, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark.

Warnings: non-con touching

"They are hunting us," she whispered just loud enough for you to hear. "Don't you get it?"

Hunting?

"What?" you mouthed.

She leaned close, getting in your ear. "There are alphas hunting us," she whispered. "It's just a game to them."

You stared at her in horror as you moved back. You didn't miss the perspiration on her brow, her labored breathing. Her scent was strong around both of you. Climbing warmth spread out from your neck to the rest of you. Now that you'd paused, you became aware of it. Your fear escalated as your hand flew up to cover where he'd shot you.

"What did they give us?" you whispered.

The other omega glared. "What do you think?"

With horror, you realized what they'd done. 

"My heat is coming on fast," she hissed. "Yours will too. If we stay together, the scents will be too concentrated. They'll find us easily."

You knew she was right but your heart sank. You'd just found someone else in your situation. It would have been nice to work together, find a way out of the woods. 

If you ever did. If you even could.

"Go!" she hissed and you started moving. 

Even though it was a cool autumn day, you were hot and it was getting worse. Your mind spun as you tried to move quickly but quietly. How many of you were they sending out? How many alphas were looking for the lot of you? What was going to happen?

You struggled to breathe through your nose, to watch where you stepped. There was a chance you'd make it out, right? You could survive this without being found by some arrogant American alpha. You just needed to keep track of your direction. Glancing up in desperation, you were looking for the position of the sun through the canopy of trees. 

And that's when you saw him.

The man was perched high up in a tree, dressed in black tactical gear like the soldiers at the facility except one of his sleeves was shiny, threaded with gold. Is that how the alphas are dressed? Brown hair that just touched his shoulders framed his face. The bottom half of that face was concealed by a black mask and steely blue eyes watched you intently above it. Crouched up there in the tree, you couldn't tell how big he was. You just hoped he wasn't fast.

You sprinted away, racing through the forest as fast you could and praying you wouldn't trip and fall. You heard him hit the ground hard. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest as you just kept going, hoping he hurt himself in the fall. 

The heavy sounds of his footfalls came up behind you fast. A strong arm grabbed the back of your sweatshirt and swung you around. You were shoved back against a tree hard, knocking the wind from your lungs. The edge of your vision faded to black to see the man in front of you, his blue eyes lit up in determination. He held you to the tree by your neck. When you tried to pry his hand off, you found it was unnaturally hard. It wasn't a shiny sleeve. It was a metal arm.

The man plucked the black mask off his face, dropping it to the ground as he leaned in and pressed his face into your scent glands. He took another whiff of you as you trembled in his grasp. His own scent invaded your senses: deep plum, leather, and winter forest. The smell of him pushed the growing flames burning inside you higher, your thighs clenched together and moisture flooded your panties. Was it the chemical they gave you to provoke a heat cycle?

Even so, he was a head taller than you with wide shoulders and long muscular limbs. His intent gaze burned into you as he held you there, struggling in his grip. You jerked as his flesh hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, plucking them open before sliding down into your panties. Your range of movement was limited as he held you by the neck against the tree. No matter how much you twisted and squirmed, you couldn't keep his seeking fingers from sliding through your heated folds on all the slick your body was producing. The slight smile that curved his mouth filled you with dread as he pulled his hand free of your denim.

All you could do was stare when he brought those fingers up to his mouth, his lips and tongue cleaning them. His low hum was a deep sound that you felt in every inch of your body. Some dark intent lit up those dark blue eyes as he focused on you.

[nestito702]

[sexyvixen7]

😂😂

[mrs-jamesbbarnes]

I’ve been watching Big Sky and how am I just realizing that this guy

This guy’s dad is named BUCK BARNES

I repeat for emphasis

This guy

His FATHER is named Buck Barnes

And is not this guy although they’ve both killed people

[floilee]

Buck: Natasha, what would you say if I asked for your permission to be with Yelena?

Natasha: Did you know that an arrow is faster than a steel arm?

Buck: What do you mean by that?

(Natasha points the scene in front where Kate and Yelena are hugging whispering affectionate words to each other.)

Natasha: Yelena likes what is faster and messy.

[avengerdaisy]

Beau Arlen & Jenny Hoyt (with Emily Arlen, Sunny Barnes and Buck Barnes) in Big Sky [286/∞]