#bucky barnes x mutant!reader

[pauloonig]

Looking for a Steve Rogers Fic

Hey! Basically the plot is Steve has this enemy (main character) and she has powers (electricity) and when she uses them she turns blue and cant be recognized from her human form. Somehow she loses her memory (human form) and steve feels guilty and takes care of her because he believes her mutant form will come after her. after a while she wanders into a thunderstorm and gets her powers and memories back, but she keeps this from steve... it was a pretty long fic so I wont get too much into details... he turns her in at some point.

thanks!

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬?"

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant reader

Prompt: He knew not to get attached, he knew better than that but he couldn't help himself, it always ended the same.

Warnings: typical violence stuff, blood, angst/ slight (???) comfort, character death, code name for reader is Venus (it won't be used a lot)

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Staring at the flower Bucky reached out to touch the petal, it was a Cyclamen flower. The petals were soft to the touch, taking in a deep breath he pulled his eyes away from the flower hearing Steve call out to him "Buck! come on" taking one last look at the flower he walked away a heavy feeling in his chest that didn't go unnoticed by Steve.

After that Bucky seemed off, like something was wrong. Overall he just seemed preoccupied, but he needed to clear his head asap seeing as it was putting the mission in jeopardy.

By the end of it they had just barely gotten the job done. Now Steve wasn't going to get all up and angry at him Bucky already seemed upset so he'll speak to him later when he feels more relaxed.

Upon getting back to Avengers headquarters, Steve glanced at Bucky "Buck" he called out, he looked back at his friend, a look of sadness still lingering on his face.

"Are you alright? You seemed distracted" he asked, Bucky paused thinking for a moment "yeah i'm fine" he answered, Steve looked at him "Bucky i've known you a long time, I know when you're lying" he pressed, Bucky let out a sigh "just seen something that reminded me of someone" he explained.

Steve focused his attention onto Bucky hoping he'd explain further but he didn't, "it was that flower wasn't it?" he asked, Bucky snapped his head over "thought I didn't notice" Steve said raising a brow, Bucky clicked his tongue "what type of flower was it?" he asked.

Bucky looked away but still answered "cyclamen flower" he muttered, "it was a flower someone I used to know used to grow" he explained, Steve tilted his head hoping he would explain further, "it was while I was under HYDRA's control" he added.

Steve nodded "do you want to talk about it?" he said crossing his arms, shaking his head Bucky walked away.

Entering his room Bucky sat running his hands through his hair memories of his days with HYDRA washing over him, well not HYDRA but his memories of you.

Venus, well that was your code name due to your mutation, you could grow and manipulate any life form that had a plant cell in it. That wasn't quite it though, that isn't where you got that name from though, it was an add on to your mutation.

You could split your face open, revealing a row of sharp teeth just waiting for the right person to stick their nose where it didn't belong and snap your jaw, well face shut like a Venus flytrap would.

Despite the brutal nature of your ability, you were the nicest agent among HYDRA, now don't be mistaken you weren't working for them willingly, you had no choice.

You'd destroy that place from the inside out if you could, but they quite literally had your heart in their hands. And the other soldiers liked you. So they'd let you patch up or heal the other super soldiers due to your ability.

After no matter if it was the tiniest cut or a bullet wound the winter soldier, would be back in your clinic. He just wanted a reason to be around you, which was a case for a lot of the other super soldiers. He wouldn't speak, but he'd still listen to what you told him, as you worked on him like it was a normal conversation.

You wouldn't pester him about his mission, and if he completed it or not, you'd do your job and take care of him. You didn't ever seem frightened or nervous to be around him like everyone else, you didn't hold your breath every time he moved.

Now you were nice but that didn't mean you were an idiot. You had encounters where a soldier tried to kill you more than once, so if a soldier got a little too rowdy you puff a decent amount of lavender powder into their face to keep them calm while you worked.

You always keep your guard up around everyone...except Bucky. You trusted him. No matter how many times he asked you the answer was always the same "you've given me no reason to distrust you." to you it was a simple answer.

But to him it meant the world, you knew all the wrong doings he did and yet you still trusted him. And it showed. If he was okay with it you'd stand close to him and go about your regular work.

If he'd asked to stay in the room with you for a little while longer you'd let him without question. There was so many times he could have killed you all the perfect opportunities and yet you'd still let him go close to you.

But you trusted him.

You cared for him.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, he'd returned from a tough mission limping into your clinic weakly calling out to you.

You grew out some tree vines to help him stay up, you cursed under your breath "I told them not to send you on another mission." you muttered, a few aconites growing out of your head as you tried to calm yourself.

Placing him down, you glanced up at his eyes "I'm taking this off okay?" you muttered, carefully you tugged off his tactical gear he muttered a small pained "okay" you cut off his blood stained shirt, Bucky groaned in pain you looked over the few bullet holes he had scattered across his torso.

To distract himself from the pain he glanced up at you "talk, please" he groaned, you thought to yourself for a moment before speaking "there's a plant called the corpse flower, it's the largest flower in the world it's about 10 feet tall and 3 feet wide if I remember correctly." you explain, taking out the bullets placing them aside.

"Why's...it called a corpse flower?" he asked, you took the last bullet out. You began cleaning the wound "well because when it blooms it smells like a corpse" you chuckled, grabbing a needle and thread you grew a lavender flower out of your palm "this'll hurt a bit, wanna go under for a bit?" you asked, Bucky shook his head "no, just keep talking" he stated.

You nodded placing the flower aside, "okay" you started patching him up "ya'know when I grow things I get a little connection to them, I can feel what they feel for a moment" you hummed, Bucky glanced at you for a second but he didn't say anything.

"You got a favorite flower?" you asked, he shook his head he could barely remember the flowers you'd talk about but he remembered what they looked like, you'd grow them and tell him what each flower symbolized. There was one and only one flower he'd remembered.

"Hellebores" He muttered, it was a flower that could bloom even in the winter time.

You looked a little shocked for a moment muttering "you remembered..." a small smile gracing your face. It was very rare for any of the soldiers to remember any of your previous conversations, so to you, you wanted to jump for joy but you'd have to keep calm for now.

You walked away for a moment, grabbing some bandages "okay snowflake sit up for me please" you commanded, Bucky never understood why you called him that so he finally mustered up the courage to ask "why do you call me that?" he asked, slowly sitting up.

Standing in between his legs you started wrapping a bandage around his torso, letting him smell the faint scent of dirt and flowers coming off of you."Well um, I don't like calling you a soldier or winter soldier. It feels dehumanizing, like you're nothing but a weapon." you explain.

Looking at his tense blue eyes before looking back down "ya'know? I know it sounds stupid, but I just think it's wrong, and I like snowflake better" you finished, a smile gracing your face.

Your smile was so soft, welcoming, you were standing so close to him. He could observe you, he could see the faint light in your eye the way you lightly bit your lip as you focused on wrapping him up. He was so close he could just-

"hm-um Snowflake?" you blinked, feeling his flesh hand touching your face, his fingertips running over cheek. Once he realized what he was doing he yanked his hand away as if you'd burned him.

He muttered a small "sorry" to which you replied "it's okay" simply. Though you made a note of how comfortable he was enough to touch you.

He stared at you his heart thumping faster, you were about to move backwards when he grabbed onto you, not want you to move away just yet.

"Oh!...do you need something?" you asked, blinking he let go "grow me a flower." he commanded, you tilted your head "that's now how you ask" you say, putting away your things, the soldier sighed.

This is what he means, you treat him like he was just a regular person like a...friend. He was a super soldier, and you were making him say 'please' like he was a child.

You crossed your arms waiting for him to say it, it got to a point where you were both having a stare down before he inevitably gave up "grow me a flower...please." he mumbled, you smiled "there you go sweetpea." you hummed, holding out both your hands Bucky saw a misty glow come from your palms a large flower growing before blooming into a pink camellia.

"What does this one mean" he asked, running his hand over the petals, you plucked the flower from your hands "it...means to live a good life" you lied through your teeth placing the flower aside.

Bucky stood up "why'd you pick that flower?" he asked, You gulped trying to subvert the conversation "well you're a lot more talkative today" you hummed, you knew it was wrong, you shouldn't grow so attached but you couldn't help yourself.

Bucky made a face but before he could press further, before the door to your clinic burst open "Soldier on your feet" one of the men said, Bucky turned his attention towards the handlers, standing up without hesitation.

"You'll be flying out tomorrow, prepare yourself" he spoke loud and clear, you snapped your attention towards the group of men.

Before Bucky could leave thorn vines shot out to block his path "no he will not." you stated, the men looked over "and what position do you think you have to stop him?" he stated, cocking his head to the side.

"He needs time to heal. He barely made it out of his last mission before sending him on another one. He may be a super soldier but he's still a fucking human" you state a disgusted look on your face. The thorns growing sharper.

Orange lilies and tansy flowers growing around you the more irritated you got. The men knew not to push you too far you were friendly but were still a mutant, and you weren't very fond of the handlers, scientist, and agents that worked for HYDRA. You only gave a form of sympathy to the soldiers.

Who knows what horrors you would do when you were angry. The main man clenched his fists "he gets a week to recover." he stated before turning his heel and leaving "damn mutant" he spat.

You relaxed your posture, your thorn vines disappearing "sorry bout that Snowflake" you stated, Bucky didn't pay attention still thinking back to what you'd said earlier.

He's still a human?

He's still just a human.

You placed your hand on his arm snapping him out of his state "are you alright? You can stay here for the night if you want" you offer, Bucky shook his head "no." he stated, "are you sure..." you asked, concerned about how he seemed so stern again.

'We were just starting to make progress...' you thought to yourself, Bucky grabbed his things "i'll be going" he stated silently, you looked at him with a worried expression watching him go so suddenly.

Bucky knew he shouldn't get close to you, it would only cause trouble. He knew better, but he felt human around you, he could forget his troubles just for a moment. Just for a second.

But he knew it was wrong, it always ends the same...

And as much as he would like to be proven wrong, he knew he'd never know peace, or tranquility.

Not after the sins he faced, the lives he's taken, the lives he's ruined.

He couldn't taint you too, you were the last piece of hope he had at feeling whole, but he knew it would all come crashing down even if he wanted it to or not.

You were a lush green forest that thrived so well, and he was a forest fire waiting to turn you into ash.

And he proved himself right.

Soldiers had been going missing left and right, and the scientist that tortured them suddenly going missing as well.

While the soldiers weren't seen again the scientist bodies being found as an obvious warning. Someone was threatening them, and it was all too obvious who it was behind this.

Bursting into your office your head looked up a smile that graced your face upon seeing Bucky but disappearing as you realized he was brainwashed again, you'd been found out.

'Shit.'

Getting up quickly you grew enough thorn vines to wrap around him stopping him in his tracks.

Throwing him out of your office you quickly escaped out using your ability you created a wall of sturdy tree branches blocking the soldiers and Bucky from getting to you.

But it was futile as the wall was set aflame, you could feel the prickling heat burn your skin, but you kept moving despite the agony you felt.

Through the burning you felt something shoot through your abdomen, making you tumble into the ground. The pain almost made you vomit as you looked up seeing Bucky.

No, no that wasn't Bucky, nor Snowflake. That was the winter soldier staring you in the face, you created a wall surrounding you.

Bucky ripped the wall apart, you could have put up a fight if this was anyone else, but it wasn't anyone else.

You didn't want to hurt him.

The trust you built between each other slowly crumbled as he grabbed you by the throat squeezing hard "c-come on...Snowflake...it's me" you muttered through strained breaths.

He only tightened his grip, his cold blue eyes stared into your watery ones "please don't make me do this..." you whispered, that look in his eyes faltered for just a moment.

You were slowly getting through to him but your vision was growing blurry, you didn't have time to talk him down, so without missing a beat you spit a powdery substance into his face before kicking him sternly in the chest.

He dropped you trying to wipe the powder off but it started to burn. Catching your breath you scrambled up on your feet running for the exit, you could hear him yelled out in pain as the gimpy gimpy powder started to set in.

You felt horrible but you had to escape, you did all you could by setting those new super soldiers free, that was your only goal and if you hadn't been discovered you'd continue on. You'd tell them where to go and who to find for help.

Before you could make it out you heard another gun shot ring out. this time closer to your heart making you collapse onto the ground, another super soldier grabbed you slamming you through a wall making you land outside.

The soldier pointed their gun at you muttering "traitor" but before they could pull the trigger a tree branch stabbed through their chest. You dropped your hand making the tree branch fall under your command.

Releasing a shaky breath you crawled further into the forest dragging yourself away, you could feel yourself getting weaker by the second.

Pulling yourself against a tree you tried healing yourself but your powers were unstable, you were unstable, gulping you felt a pit form in your stomach. Was this how you die? Shot by a man you wished to call your lover?

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a twig snap, your tired eyes were wide open now seeing Bucky standing in front of you. You trembled in your place "please Snowflake..." you whimpered.

Holding his gun up you squeezed your eyes shut, and a gun shot rang out into the forest. But you didn't feel anything, looking beside you, you saw the tree had a bullet hole in it. Looking back you only heard Bucky mutter "don't move." you listened and made your body as limp as possible.

"Did you kill the traitor?" on the other soldiers asked, "yes." he said coldly, you dared not make a peep listening as the soldier walked away "mission complete" he stated.

Leaving only Bucky and you, slowly opening your eyes you looked at him "why did you-" "Go. Go and never come back" he stated, you gave him a small but tired smile "I couldn't even if I wanted to Snowflake" you say, lifting your shirt enough to show him the bullet wounds.

His eyes went wide.

No, this can't be happening...

You shuffle to sip up "this is the end of the line for me" you mutter, watching Bucky walk closer to you "Venus-" "Y/n....just call me Y/n" you sighed, Bucky tried to pick you up but your used your tree vines to pull him back "stop it, it's a waste I've lost too much blood" you explain.

He shakes his head "help. I'll get you help" he stated, he ignored your words guilt washing over him as he tried to suppress the heavy feeling in his chest.

You waved him off "Bucky it's fine, i'm right where I want to be, if I die I get to die where I belong, not in that horrid place." you hummed, running your hands over the dirt.

Bucky grabbed you again trying to move you "s-stop, stop! It'll be okay Snowflake, just know I lied about what the pink camellia meant" you chuckled.

This was no time to be laughing, Bucky cradled your face in his hands "...Y/n...I'm-I'm sorry" he muttered, you shook your head feeling how his hands trembled.

"that wasn't you, it's okay, just never forget no matter how hard they try to make it seem... you're not just a soldier, you aren't a weapon, you aren't a monster, you are your own person" you said, blood spilling from your lips.

The light in your eye that Bucky grew to love was slowly fading, mimicking his and there was nothing he could do. His eyes were glossed over "...please don't..." Bucky whispered, a hammering feeling in his heart.

He dropped his head not wanting to face this harsh reality. But you carefully raised his head, your once warm hands now cold and clasping his. "Snowflake please, please look at me" you called out.

He slowly lifted his head up "it'll be okay...you know my favorite flower is a cyclamen flower, I don't think I ever told you that" you muttered, cyclamens started to grow up and out of you covering you're body as Bucky tried to swat them away.

"Snowflake...come here" you muttered your grip on him growing weaker he leaned closer, you used the last bit of your ability to push yourself forward pressing a small kiss to his forehead.

"I love you...please don't forget me..."

And just like that.

You were gone.

The one person who made him feel safe, was gone. That cold feeling washing over him again, laying you backwards against the tree he noticed your smiled stayed in place while your body became one with the earth around you.

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Peeling his eyes open he could feel something wet touching his face, quickly wiping his face he realized a few tears had fallen, with a sigh he looked to the potted flower that was on his nightstand touching the petals he wished you could see how far he's come.

He looked at the pink camellia, knowing you'd be happy to see him taking care of one of your favorite flowers.

Getting up he walked out missing the way the flower subtly moved to feel his touch again.

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A/n: Expect more Bucky stories, the amount of research I had to do to figure out what different flowers meant, ughhh anyway I have plans that I cannot share with you right now *insert that one freaky sonic meme* anyway thanks for reading!!!! Have a good day/night!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi! Can I please request a Bucky x fem!reader where she is a mutant (from present day) with the ability to time travel, but she does not know how to control/use her powers, so she accidentally sends herself all the way back to the 40s and she doesn’t know how to send herself back. She meets Bucky and Steve and they quickly become her best friends and also take her in because she has no where to live (due to her time traveling there, but they don’t know that) and her and Bucky fall in love and get married. After losing both her husband, Bucky, and her best friend, Steve (she, like the rest of the world, has no clue either of them survived) her grief starts up her powers again and she finds herself back to present day, right smack dab in the middle of the Avengers HQ while they’re having a meeting about Bucky (this is after he has been captured, when Zemo is about to talk to him). The Avengers are 100% ready to fight this perceived threat that just came out of nowhere, but Steve, after taking a second to process (he is BAFFLED), realizes that this is one of his best friends, his other best friend’s wife, from the 40s, and Y/n just starts crying and throws herself into his arms because her best friend is alive 🥺 He’d be so shook to hear that she was never actually from the 40s, but from present day. Anyway, when Zemo triggers the Winter Soldier to come out, when Steve and Sam bring him to that warehouse and have his arm trapped so he can’t move, Y/n comes along with them and sees her husband (who she thought was dead) for the first time since the 40s (for her it hasn’t been that long though because she time traveled back to present day right after losing him and Steve, so the grief is fresh) and Bucky immediately starts crying because his wife is there 🥺 (Steve 100% knows right then and there that he’s speaking to Bucky, not Winter Soldier)

Together Again » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: 40s Bucky Barnes x Mutant/Enhanced!Female Reader with Pre Serum Steve Rogers, Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mutant/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: Your somehow loose control with your time travel abilities and it sends you all the way to the 1940s and you end up meeting Bucky and Steve. After hearing the devastating news about your husband’s death and disappearance of your best friend, or so you thought, your abilities send you back to the time period you’re supposed to be in and find out your husband and best friend have been alive the whole time and you two are finally together again.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

You’re still trying to get used to having the ability to time travel. You don’t know how to control them yet and you ended up time traveling to a time period you’ve never been to. You looked around frantically. You were in an alleyway, but you don’t know where. You ran out of the alleyway to find something to tell you where you are and what time period you’re in. You looked around, seeing old cars and not as many businesses as the time period you’re supposed to be in.

“Ma’am?” You heard a voice from behind you.

You yelped and turned around, seeing two guys. One is a tall brunette and the other one is a blonde who’s about the same height as you. Both of them have blue eyes.

“Are you lost?” The brunette asks.

“Very. I’ve never been here before.” You say. “Can you guys tell me where I am?” You asked politely, trying to stay calm.

“Brooklyn, New York.” The blonde tells you.

“What year is it?” You asked curiously.

“You don’t know what year it is?” The brunette asks.

You shook your head no.

“It’s February 1941.” The brunette tells you.

Your eyes widened and your heart started to thud in your chest. You looked around, trying to gather your surroundings. That’s when you realized you were getting judgmental stares from anyone who walked past you.

“Why- Why’s everyone staring at me?” You asked.

“I think it’s because of what you’re wearing.” The blonde says.

You frowned and looked down at your outfit. You’re wearing a sweatshirt, black leggings, and your favorite sneakers. What’s wrong with that? Your mind was all over the place that you completely forgot that women in the 1940s don’t wear clothes like what you’re currently wearing.

“How about you come home with us so you’ll be warm and I’ll get you something to where?” The brunette suggests.

You stared at the two men for a few seconds before nodding your head. You walked with them, both of them on either side of you.

“What are your names?” You asked.

“I’m James, but everyone I know calls me Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself.

“And I’m Steve.” Steve introduces himself. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell them.

When you got to their apartment, you looked around and sat down on the couch, nervously played with your fingers.

“Bucky will be back in a little bit. He went to his parents house to see what his sister has for you to wear.” Steve says, handing you a glass of water.

You smiled and accepted the glass of water.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He says.

You nodded.

“It’s ok. I understand. I used to be like that before Bucky and I became friends.” He says.

You smiled at how understanding Steve is. You and Steve maintained a great conversation till Bucky got home.

“My sister gave me a few options for you to choose from.” Bucky handed you a few hangers of outfits. “You can change in my bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall.” He says.

You smiled and went to Bucky’s bedroom. You laid the outfits on his bed and looked at them, trying to decide which one you should wear. You settled with a floral skirt with a matching short sleeved blouse. You put it on and looked down at it, smoothing it out with your hands. You went back to the living room.

“What do you guys think?” You asked.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Steve compliments with a smile.

Bucky’s jaw dropped. He was stunned by your beauty. He’s never seen a woman as beautiful as you.

“What do you think, Bucky?” You asked.

Bucky is still stunned. Steve poked his cheek to get his attention. He swatted his hand away, making you giggle.

“You’re drop dead gorgeous, doll.” Bucky finally compliments.

“Thank you.” You blushed.

A smile formed on Bucky’s face the more he looked at you. He knew he that you, him, and Steve are going to be great friends. Actually, Bucky wants more with you. He can see a future with you.

Shortly after that day, Bucky and Steve let you move in with them. You still haven’t told them that you have the ability to time travel and you’re not actually from that time period. You have a feeling that they won’t believe you. You might as well be honest with them and tell them.

“Bucky? Steve? I need to tell you guys something.” You say nervously.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asks.

“I haven’t told you guys everything about me.” You say.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks.

“Promise you guys will believe me?” You asked.

They nodded.

“I’m not actually supposed to be in this time period.” You tell them.

“Of course you do, doll.” Bucky put a comforting hand on your knee. “You belong here.” He says softly.

“That’s sweet of you to say, Bucky, but I’m serious. I’m not actually supposed to be in the 1940’s.” You say.

“If you think you’re not supposed to be in our time period, what time period do you think you’re supposed to be in?” Steve asks.

“In between the 2010s and 2020s.” You say.

Bucky’s and Steve’s eyes went wide when they heard those years.

“You’re supposed to be almost 100 years in the future?” Steve asks.

You nodded.

“The only way you’d get from the future all the way back here is time travel.” Bucky says.

You stared at them, waiting for them to realize it, in which they did. Both of them had shocked looks on their faces.

“Did you use a Time Machine to get here?” Steve asks.

“Not exactly.” You answered. “The time period where I’m supposed to be in has superpowers and abilities. Those who have superpowers or abilities are enhanced or mutants.” You explained.

“Which one are you?” He asks.

“I’m a mutant.” You tell them.

“You don’t look like a mutant.” Bucky says.

“You look like a normal human like us.” Steve says.

“Thank you, guys.” You smiled.

“Which do you have? Superpowers or abilities?” Bucky asks.

“Abilities.” You answered.

“What are your abilities?” He asks.

“I have the ability to time travel, but I don’t know how to control them.” You explained. “So now, I guess I’m stuck here.” You say.

Bucky’s and Steve’s minds are completely blown right now. They always thought that superpowers and abilities were fictional in the books they’ve read. They would’ve never guessed that they’re real.

“Do you guys believe me?” You asked nervously.

“Of course we do, doll.” Bucky smiles.

You smiled and hugged them.

A few weeks go by and you’re still getting used to life in the 1940s. Bucky and Steve are making it easier for you to adjust to this time period. Also, you’ve started to develop a crush on Bucky. Bucky has the same crush on you as well.

“Hey, Bucky. What’re you reading?” You asked, walking in his bedroom and sat down on his bed next to him.

“Reading The Hobbit.” Bucky says.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’re you laughing about, doll face?” He asks in a playful voice.

“You reading The Hobbit.” You giggled again. “That makes you a nerd.” You joked playfully.

“There’s no need for name calling, doll.” He says, still sounding playful.

“What’re you going to do about it, James?” You playfully taunted.

Bucky grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap and started tickling you. You giggled and squirmed on his lap.

“Bucky, st-stop!” You giggled.

“Nope! This is what you get for calling me a nerd.” He says.

“You- You didn’t let me fin-finish.” You laughed. “I-I think you’re a cute nerd.” You say.

Bucky stopped tickling you. You laid across his lap, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re cute too, babydoll.” Bucky says softly, gently cupping your cheek.

“Really? Even if I’m a mutant?” You asked.

“Yes.” He whispers.

Silence filled the bedroom. You and Bucky gazed in each other’s eyes. You sat upright and sat next to him. You leaned in at the same time as Bucky. You two kissed passionately. His lips felt so soft against yours. You and Bucky were breathless when he pulled away.

“Woah…” You say, completely speechless.

Bucky chuckles lightly. He then cups your cheek.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yes.” You smiled.

Bucky smiles and pecks your lips a few times.

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“I can’t believe we’re married.” You say, staring at the ring on your finger.

“You better believe it, doll. This is our life now.” Bucky smiles. “Mrs. Barnes.” He says softly.

“Mr. Barnes.” You say with a smile.

———

“Do you have to go?” You asked.

“You know I have to, doll.” Bucky whispers, gently caressing your cheek.

“I’m going to miss you.” You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Bucky kissed you softly and sweetly.

“I’ll be home before you know it, babydoll.” He whispers.

“I love you, James.” You whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” He whispers back.

———

“Stevie!” You smiled happily when you opened the door.

“Hi, Y/N.” Steve says.

You hugged him tightly. You looked outside, expecting Bucky to be with Steve, but he wasn’t which confused you.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked, looking at Steve.

Steve looks down and sighs, dreading that he has to tell you what he’s about to tell you.

“Y/N…” He begins softly.

“No.” You said. “I know what you’re about to say. Bucky is not dead.” You say, your voice cracking.

“I’m so sorry, but he is.” He says.

“He said he’d come home to me!” You cried.

Steve wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

“Tell me how he died.” You say.

“He- he fell off a train. I tried to get him, but he fell before I could get to him.” Steve tells you, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers.

Steve couldn’t stay after that. He had to go back to the Army. You laid in bed, trying to process your husband’s death. You gazed at the picture of you and him on yours and his wedding day. Your bottom lip quivered and a loud cry left your lips. That’s when a bright light lit up the bedroom…

PRESENT DAY

The Avengers were having a meeting about the Sokovia Accords when you appeared in the room. You were on the floor, crying in the fetal position. The Avengers were alarmed when they seen you and they stood up from their seats.

“Ma’am?” Steve slowly approached you. “Are you ok? Are you injured?” He asks.

You quickly recognized that voice. You know that voice. Your crying stopped and your eyes shot open. You sat up, seeing your best friend.

“Steve?” You asked.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

You stood up from the floor and ran over to him, hugging him tightly.

“You’re alive.” You whispered.

You and Steve stood there hugging while the Avengers stared at you two in confusion. They cleared their throats to get yours and his attention.

“Who is she, Steve?” Natasha asks.

“This is Y/N. She’s Bucky’s wife. She has the ability to time travel. She’s actually from this time period.” Steve tells them.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivered when you heard your husband’s name. Steve excused himself and took you to a different room to talk.

“I have something to tell you and it may come to you as a shock, but I’m telling the truth when I say this.” Steve begins.

You sniffled, waiting for him to continue.

“Bucky is alive.” He tells you.

Your eyes went wide.

“But- but told me he was dead.” You say.

“I thought he was, but I seen him.” He says.

“When?” You asked.

“Not too long ago.” He says.

“Take me to him.” You say.

“I will once I figure out where he is. I promise.” He says.

———

“Why did you bring me to an abandoned building in a different country?” You asked Steve.

“Bucky is in here. I brought him here.” Steve says.

You looked in the room Bucky is in, gasping when you seen Bucky. You went to run to him, but Steve grabbed your arm before you could get to your husband.

“Steve, he’s waking up.” Sam informs him.

Steve walks toward Bucky with you and Sam following behind him. You stayed hidden behind Steve. Bucky frowns when he noticed that his metal arm was wedged in some kind of machine.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks him.

“Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to wear newspapers in your shoes.” Bucky says.

You smiled to yourself when you finally heard your husband’s voice for the first time in a while. You stepped out from behind Steve.

“James?” You asked.

“Doll?” Bucky whispers. “Is that really you?” He asks.

Bucky thought he was hallucinating for a second.

“Yes.” You confirmed softly.

Bucky somehow managed to get his metal arm out of the machine. He stood up and walked over to you. Steve stands in between you and him, just to be sure he was in Winter Soldier mode.

“Steve, please.” Bucky’s voice cracks and his eyes tear up. “Let me hug my wife.” He pleads softly.

Steve looked in Bucky’s eyes, seeing his best friend and not the Winter Soldier. He stepped aside, allowing Bucky to approach you. Bucky hugged you tightly. He broke down in tears and so did you.

“We’ll give you guys a moment.” Steve says.

Steve and Sam left the room, leaving you and Bucky alone. Bucky cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Your hands clutched the fabric of his henley, melting into his touch.

“I missed you more than anything, babydoll.” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You whispered back.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him.

“I love you so much, James.” You whispered.

“I love you more, babydoll.” He murmurs softly. “I’m never leaving you again. I promise.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[buckyalpine]

Hi!!!! I love your work and talent, you are so amazing!💗 I was wondering if you could do a light angst fic. Like bucky is a player who is just running through women, and the avenger reader has a big crush on him . She has to watch him string girls through the tower all the time and it makes her sad. Bucky's type is dark,red lip, baddie but reader is the mom of the friend group and wears pink and is super sweet and a little awkward, she is also a mutant who has like earth powers. So whenever she's happy or laughing flowers will bloom in her hair. She's so cute. Kinda like the trope: she fell first but he fell harder. And like bucky realizes that he's madly in love with our sweet baby angel reader. And the FLUFF!! 💗💗💗

Thank you, love Binks 💖

Yes. Yesyesyes. I hope you're all ready cause I sat with this piece for weeks. Jealously, Misunderstandings, love sick Bucky, idiots in love, SO MUCH ANGST AND FLUFF . Protective best friend Steve and dash of smut cause I can't help myself, its so sweet and soft and I love these two, put myself in my feelings with their spicy and sweet loving.

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"See you later Sargent" A gorgeous woman walked by the kitchen on her way out or the tower, winking over her shoulder and blowing a kiss to the soldier who smirked at her in response. Her lipstick hadn't budged even after a night of who knows what with Bucky, her perfectly curved hips swaying along with the click of her heels.

You were busy with making breakfast, dustings of flour covering your nose and cheeks, still in your baby pink pj's, looking the total opposite of the gorgeous girl Bucky spent the night with.

"Damn Barnes" Tony whistled after the she had left, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Where do you find em'-Ow!" Tony yelped when Nat gave his ear a flick, cocking her eyebrow up in amusement.

"I'll let Pepper know you're curious-

"Nope. No. I was just admiring Terminators taste" Tony threw his hands up, swiping a hot pancake from the stack you were plating making you giggle, tiny daisies blooming around your hair "These are delicious Petal. I'll never get tired of seeing that" Tony smiled, looking at the fresh little flowers that reflected your mood, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before returning to the lab.

"Sure, admiring taste" Nat snorted while Bucky snickered, taking a seat at the kitchen island; his fluffy hair still messy from bed. You set down a plate in front of him, adding butter and some fresh strawberries on the side just the way he liked.

"Here you go Sargent" You smiled softly before getting started on cutting up more fruit for Steve and Sam who would be returning from their run soon.

"These are amazing" Bucky hummed, reaching for more; he'd never get tired of your cooking. You tried to bite back a smile while vines of baby pink roses weaved their way through your hair, matching the fuzzy feeling the soldier made you feel. The flowers were not missed by Bucky who watched you continue to flit about the kitchen like a little garden fairy, making sure everyone would have something for breakfast. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way you crawled up onto the counters like a cat to reach the highest shelves, a few knotty tendrils sneaking their way through your hair indicating your frustrations when you nearly dropped a cup.

"Do you have different flowers for different moods?" Bucky continued to watch you while you slinked off the counter, starting on a smoothie.

"Sort of? Yeah I guess" You thought to yourself, noting you'd often have yellow ones when you'd laugh, or purple ones when you were excited. You only ever got pink ones around Bucky; the only person to make you feel warm and shy and soft. You were caught off guard the first time you saw the tiny pink buds in your hair the same day you met him when you joined the team. No one else seemed to notice, too busy admiring the fact that gorgeous petals decorated your hair.

Everyone except Bucky.

The soldier was trained to notice everything.

He'd seen every type of flower adorn your hair but these ones were just around him.

"What do the little pink roses mean you're feeling?" Bucky asked, cocking his head when you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

Shit.

"It-I-happy! It means I'm happy" You stuttered out unconvincingly while Bucky hummed, cleaning off his plate before heading down to the gym, taking one last glance over his shoulder before rounding the corner.

Those tiny pink roses suited you perfectly; the human embodiment of a little fairy.

Ever since you'd joined the team, they were blessed with a full breakfast almost every morning, sometimes even dinner. Outside of your role as an Avenger, you took on a nurturing role within the team and of course that was just who you were, being so in tune with nature and naturally caring for those around you. Still, it was evident you went above and beyond just instinct when it came to taking care of others; you were very much the mom of the group. Initially Bucky found it confusing, wondering why you were so nice to everyone, always checking on their needs and being prepared for just about anything. He was so used to functioning on his own, he found it jarring when you were looking out for him too; didn't you know who he was? Why were you being nice to him?

He didn't even have it in him to give you the cold shoulder like he did with everyone else. What kind of person would he be if he was rude to the sweetest person he'd ever met. You were just so precious and sweet and you always smelled like fresh flowers and sunshine, he would've basked under your light for hours on end if you let him-

Bucky shook his head, breaking away from the train of thoughts he was having about you yet again. You didn't make sense. More specifically, him thinking of you didn't make sense. He was rough, rugged, made of muscle and metal, didn't like most people and the last time he'd been nurturing was back when he'd nurse Steve back to health more than 70 years ago.

You on the other hand were literally made of flowers, combined with soft sweetness, shy smiles and giggles. You were cute. Too cute. He had no business thinking about you, ignoring the fluttery jitter in his heart as he tossed a wink to a SHIELD agent who was training at the weights. She had joined recently, typically taking on missions which required her to go under cover in skin tight dresses and bodysuits; it was perfect for her given her tall and toned build. The woman smirked in response, biting her dark red painted lip before making her way over to him by the punching bags.

"Hey Sarge" she purred, bringing her hand up to toy with his dogtags, tugging at them suggestively, "Busy tonight?"

"We're having a movie thing" Bucky shrugged, not suggesting they had to do anything else after but if that's where the night led then-

"Hmm, I'll see you later then" She batted her lashes at him before going back to her set.

This made sense.

Casual. Sexy. Flirty.

Everything Bucky was good at and comfortable with. No feelings, no attachments. No deep, undying love he felt for a certain sweet girl on his team that he'd give his life for.

This made perfect sense.

-

You were the last to make it down to movie night after spending most of the evening prepping drinks and snacks for others. Movie nights were rare and it was even more rare for everyone to be present. You made sure there was something for each member of the team, from sour candy to chocolate, chips, cookies, tiny sandwiches and an array of drinks you'd set up on the coffee table.

You stood at the edge of the living room dressed in your warm oversized sweater and mismatched fluffy socks, nervously peering around the room for an empty space; usually you'd curl up on the two seater sofa with a thick fuzzy blanket draped over you but-

Your heart sank seeing yet another beautiful girl cuddled up next to Bucky, taking up all the space on the couch. A part of you contemplated on going back to your room; the sinking feeling in your stomach worsened seeing the new agent adjust herself until she was pressed right against the soldier. Why did you have to fall for for the person who wouldn't look at you twice. You were dressed in clothes too big and soft, a stark contrast to the matching silk lounge set she was wearing, leaving no doubt over how absolutely perfect her body was.

"Hey Petal, c'mere" Steve noticed you looking for a spot, patting he seat beside him, shifting over so you could join. You smiled at the Captain, quietly shuffling through the room, hiding into the cushions as the movie started. Your heart dropped further each time you heard the girl Bucky was with giggle, slinking around his lap while he gave her his flirty smirk. There were occasional times where flowers wouldn't bloom in your hair and this was one of them.

Steve noticed your less than enthusiastic demeanor, catching you glancing over at the brunette super soldier and his friend for the night, internally rolling his eyes at what an idiot his best friend was. He threw his arm around you, pulling you in to snuggle with him, whispering his own commentary as the movie progressed, hoping to lighten your mood.

You giggled, a few yellow flowers blossoming in your hair making Steve grin. Bucky watched carefully, a new emotion flaring in his chest as he watched bright petals fall onto your lap each time you laughed. He didn't like the new feeling that started off as warm to blazing hot, what was it he was even feeling-

Irritation? Sure a bit.

Confusion? Most certainly but not quite.

Jealously.

That's what he was feeling. He wanted to be the one who caused gorgeous tendrils of flowers to bloom, the one to make you giggle and laugh, the one who got to snuggle up with you. He was envious over how lucky Steve was, getting to cuddle up with such a soft bunny, his jealously momentarily interrupted when he took a moment to look at what you were wearing.

You looked so comfy with your warm sweater, your feet nice and toasty with your favorite socks. Bucky remembered you talking to him about them once, reading socks you'd called them.

"They're super soft and warm!" you grinned, clutching them to your chest after a trip to a book store. "I've been wanting a pair for ages. I finally caved and got them, I can't wait to put them on"

Bucky remembered chuckling to himself over how excited you'd gotten over a pair of socks, a few buds of lavender poking through your hair from how relaxed and calm they made you feel.

You looked so soft to cuddle up with like a little bear he'd hold to his chest, one that would protect him and keep him warm and safe. He wished he had a spot beside him because you would've sat where you always do and it would be him with his arm around you instead of Steve. He didn't want anything else. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some distance between himself and the agent, her close proximity suddenly feelings much to hot. She frowned, feeling him pull back, scooting over till she was cuddled up with him again.

Great.

"Did you want me to grab you something?" Steve asked you as he reached over for some chips, popping a few into his mouth. Before you could respond, you saw the woman whisper something in Bucky's ear, winking playfully before sitting up and taking his hand, the both of them leaving the movie half way. You felt like throwing up knowing he was taking her to his bedroom though you knew you had no right to be upset. He wasn't yours and he was welcome to do as he pleased though that didn't make the pain go away.

Bucky's POV

"How about it Sarge" She moved her hand up his thigh, giving it a squeeze, not bothering to wait for the movie to finish. Bucky stared at her like a deer in headlights while she cocked her head waiting for a response. Bucky glanced over to you, his heart breaking seeing your face fall. "Bucky? Are you listening to me?"

Bucky blinked realizing he was paying attention to you, mumbling an apology before turning to the agent. He didn't know who he was fooling but it was getting embarrassing, especially when he knew Steve was glaring at him from across the room. Neither of them had to open their mouths to understand the silent conversation they were having through their eyes alone.

"You're an idiot"

"Shut up"

"You know you like her"

"I-I don't..."

"Then why do you keep glaring at me like I stole your girl punk"

"Don't worry about it"

"You better figure it out before you hurt her more"

"She likes me?"

"You're an idiot"

"Jerk"

That did it. Bucky couldn't' last another second seeing your petals fall, the flowers Steve brought all retreating away and he couldn't sworn he saw you blink back tears. He couldn't keep doing this.

"Um, yeah sure" Bucky nodded, leading the woman away, walking past the elevators and towards the compound exist instead. As soon as he'd told the new agent he just couldn't do it he ran back to the living room in hopes of finding you only to find your spot empty.

You did your best to bite down on your trembling lip but it didn't work. As soon as the first whimper slipped out, Steve hugged you softly, telling you to to go to your room. You looked at him through wet lashes, his soft blue eyes filled with understanding. You rushed straight to your room, zooming right past Bucky's hoping you wouldn't have to hear anything, curling up into a ball in your bed where you wept under the covers.

Why did you fall for him?

Bucky looked over to Steve who nodded towards the elevators that took you to your floor, the super soldier wasting no time pressing the button to the 4th floor. He was at your door as soon as the elevator dinged open, softly knocking while his stomach continued to churn.

What would you think of him.

Why didn't he just accept his feelings the second he fell in love with those pretty little pink roses?

God you probably hated him now.

Bucky nervously chewed his lip,

"Petal?" Bucky called for you, hoping you'd open the door, his his heart hammering against his chest hearing soft sniffles from the other side of the door. "Petal, can you open the door sweets?"

He heard you continue to softly cry, his body working before his mind could catch up as he let himself into your room. He hated the sight of the little ball buried under a pile of blankets, hiding away from the world with a broken heart because of him. He made his way to your bed, sitting on the edge, petting the blanket gently to let you know he was there.

"Bucky?" You shuffled some of the blanket off, surprised to see him there, what was he doing in your room? Wasn't he spending the night with the girl he'd brought? Why did he look so distraught? You sat up with concern, looking him over to see if he was hurt because why was he here with you when he should be with her?

"Did-did you need something, is everything okay?" You tried to keep you voice steady, quickly wiping away your tears and forcing a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

"No sweet girl, everything isn't okay" Bucky whispered, smiling at your confused pout, his hand coming up to brush some of the strands of hair that were near your forehead. He let his hand linger on your cheek, wiping away your wet cheeks with his thumb before sitting closer to you. "Why were you crying"

You averted your eyes as soon as he asked the question, staring at your lap instead, playing with your fingers. Your voice was caught in your throat, shrugging as if you didn't know the answer. Bucky was surprised with himself, equally shy to actually say anything even though he wanted to pour his heart out. With others the smooth talking, the flirting, the boyish smirks came easy.

Not with you.

Not with his little fairy.

"Y/n, please" He tilted your chin to meet his puppy like eyes, hoping you'd understand how he felt without saying anything. His innocent gaze caused your cheeks to heat up, feeling his rough calloused hands touching you so softly. You bit your lip as your hair betrayed you, pink petals starting to decorate your hair.

"What do the little pink roses mean?" He whispered with hope in his voice, his heart aching with need seeing your shy smile, "Please tell me pretty girl. I- I only see them when I'm around you"

"It-it means-" you hesitated, scared this would all come crashing and burning if you told him the truth. Maybe he was just being nice, pausing his date to check on you. Or maybe-Just maybe? "I like you"

Had he not had super hearing Bucky would've missed your near silent whisper. The blush on his cheeks matched the flowers in your hair as he reached out for you, pulling you to his chest.

"C'mere my precious little petal" Bucky cooed, scooping you in his arms. You squeaked in surprised before giggling into his chest, the sound making Bucky's heart swell. "There she is" He smiled against your hair seeing little buds blooming again, the tiny pink roses he loved so much sprouting to life.

"Don't you have a date" You asked hesitantly while Bucky shook his head, holding onto you tighter.

"You should've been my date petal, m'sorry for not telling you how I felt about you earlier. I was scared"

"Scared?" You cupped his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb stroke his beard while he nodded, leaning into your touch.

"Scared I wasn't right for you. It didn't feel right falling in love with someone so precious when you're the complete opposite of me" His confession caused stray tears to slip down your cheeks while Bucky kissed them away. "But I promise, if you'd let me have you, I'd take care of you and love you with my whole heart. I promise I'd never hurt you sweets, I've fallen so hard for you, there's no one else I'd rather be with"

You couldn't help yourself, pulling him down for a kiss, giggling at the surprised squeak he let out before groaning and melting into your sweetness.

"I'm yours Jamie"

Stop here if the fluff was enough. Cause next is their sweet love making.

I know it's not part of the ask but imagine their first night together where Bucky doesn't want to over step so he doesn't make a move. He notices you being more cuddly and shy, burrowing into him when you're in his room and that's when he sees gorgeous deep red roses blooming in your hair. He knows by now how to read your mood based on your flowers but he hadn't seen this before.

"Petal?"

"What is it Buck" You look at him with wide doe eyes, hoping he doesn't feel the the heat you feel radiating through your body. You need him. It's more than just physical; you need him as close as possible in the most intimate way because you adore him so much.

"Your hair sweet girl" He runs his fingers through your hair, stroking the velvety petals making you whine from sensitivity, immediately silencing yourself from embarrassment. "What do you need love, you can tell me"

"Need you closer" You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck where you could breathe in his cologne and a scent that was distinctly him.

"Closer how baby, you're-" It takes a moment for the pieces to click for Bucky to figure out just how much closer you need him, moving his hands to your hips, rubbing them up and down. "oh. OH. Is that all baby? Need me extra close?"

You nodded with another whine while Bucky moved you to lay against his pillows before slowly undressing you until you were both bare with nothing separating you.

"Bucky please, just-just want you" On any other night, you'd allow him to tease and toy with your body but you needed him so badly, your body throbbing, feeling more empty than ever.

"Shhh, m'here baby, it's okay, breathe for me petal, okay?" He stroked your hair while rubbing his weeping tip through your folds gathering your slick before pressing his cockhead against your entrance, "m'right here"

You both gasped at the feeling of him pushing his length inside, his movements slow until he was buried to the hilt. Your pussy quivered trying to pull him in deeper, tears welling along your lash line as he started to move, hardly pulling out, keeping his cock deep inside you.

"Look at these pretty roses" Bucky whispered against your lips as he rocked his hips, his hands laced with yours while more flowers bloomed, your legs moving to wrap tightly around his waist.

"All-all just for you Bucky" You hiccupped with pleasure between moans feeling a different level of satisfaction with him inside you. You finally felt complete as he moved faster, clinging onto him so you'd feel his full body weight lay on you. "More-I-I need more"

You'd never felt like this before, your powers starting to manifest throughout the room as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm. Dark green stems crawled up the bed posts as he fucked you harder, your gorgeous floral scent sending Bucky into over drive. He was the only one who'd make you feel like this, the only person to ever get to see those dark red petals strewn across his bed.

There was something so intimate knowing no one else would ever get to see you like this, no one else would smell how sweet you were when he drove you mad with pleasure.

All the dark red roses full of love and lust just for him.

"I'll give you more pretty girl" Bucky growled, his own high licking down his spine feeling your pussy tighten around him, begging for him to keep going.

"Don't-please don't stop" you begged, clawing at his back, "I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum baby, cum for me petal, give it to me" He pleaded right back, sweat beading at his forehead, his pace growing sloppy. Your back arched off the bed as he reached to rub your sensitive bud sending your nerves into over drive. "OH BUCKY"

As soon as he felt your pussy clamp around his cock as you cried out in pleasure Bucky moaned loudly, tucking his face into your neck as he spilled into you.

"Take it love, t-take it" He stuttered, trembling as the last of his orgasm dribbled into you. He watched in awe as the deep red petals that previously covered the room disappeared into thin hair, his classic favorite little pink roses decorating your hair once more. Bucky pulled the sheets over you both, holding you to his chest while kissing your forehead at you closed your eyes.

"Sleep tight, petal"

[starkenobi]

Demonic Domination | MASTERLIST

masterlist — read on ao3

Sumary: Y/N doesn't classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she's just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it's difficult when you're rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it's cool because it gives her a lot of stories... Until her feet touch New York's ground. It's all downhill from there.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: +18 romance; angst; fluff; smut; violence; torture; gore; cursing; pseudo harem; not following 100% mcu events; feelings. English isn't my first language, so please be kind. chapters have their own warnings, too, for safety.

MAIN STORY CHAPTERS

Prologue [off the record]

One | Lo Hecho Está Hecho | on a rainy night, y/n is rescued by moon knight, and for a while, london becomes her home. but no one can really escape fate, not when your former lover is death herself.

Two | Nuns on Cocaine | maybe traveling around the world solving cases and dealing with cryptids isn't that bad, unfortunately someone decided that was a great idea to play around with the occult and scientific shit, now y/n needs to clean some superheroes' mess.

3] Boss Bitch | y/n isn't one to be intimidated. yes, her memory is shit and she can't really explain her knowledge, but she knows how things go. she can deal with vigilantes, their work similar to hers, there's no glamour or riches. but fuck superheroes and their super shit, y'know? even if they're hot and gorgeous as fuck.

4] Voulez-Vous? | there's an expectation in the air, a tension that's not only about want or need. of course, there's a fricking bomb and a targed on her back. if only she could remember why. at least she has the devil on her side.

5] Seal It With a Kiss | a crush, a casual fling, a passionate night, a you're made for me, a can't lose you now, a maybe im already falling in love. but y/n will deny it till the end. she's not going soft. she'll lie through her teeth, but a promise is a promise, even if you don't say the words out loud.

6] Murder On The Dance Floor | she should have seen it coming. of course, nothing is that simple. she's not jealous of their past, but she can't ignore the feeling of trying to keep up with them. she's stuck in the middle. now isn't fun anymore.

7] People Disappear Here | she knows every one of them has a terrible past (and ghosts), but this chaotic dirty nightmare is hers, so fuck it. she's going swinging it like the devil. maybe it's time to finally be the boring grown-up.

8] No Good Deed Goes Unpunished | her past officially came like a wrecking ball, nowhere to run or hide. with her memories back, she wishes everything was different. and then there's the most important question: how much does a life cost? she doesn't know, she can't fucking die.

EXTRAS:

moodboards: y/n | natasha romanoff | bucky barnes | matt murdock

characters list: moon knight boys; tony stark; clint barton; steve rogers; frank castle; wade wilson; bruce banner; logan; kate bishop; yelena belova; maria hill; fury; thor; scott lang; wanda maximoff; pepper potts; peter parker; stephen strange.

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[djpepitaqueenforpresident]

𐦍༘⋆ Mnemonics - B.Barnes

‘The air could not be filled with Winters vocals, but his ears worked better than fine, and instead of hearing someone he could not remember the name of beg in his skull, he listened to you.’

Summary: In which Bucky walks the path of regaining his memories, and he has to figure out wether you are real or just an apparition of hope his own mind conjured up to help him push through the hard ways of Winter.

Warnings: Ptsd, blood, violence, guns, swearing, murder, sad Bucky

A/N: first time posting my writing in tumblr kinda nervous.

English is not my first language!:)

This’ll be a short fic because I honestly started this without even really thinking every thing through. I only really wrote it for real to satisfy my own melancholia. As its stated in the summary, this story mainly revolves around the time Bucky was still the Winter Soldier and how he found a sliver of peace inside your presence.

Teehee

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Grocery shopping was, Bucky found out, not something made for him.

He stood and stared at every aisle that held his desired items, contemplating for at least two minutes on what brand to get for every product that he had written down in a messy handwriting onto the crumbled piece of paper.

Overthinking was something he was good at, and the too many choices displayed in front of him only added to his indecisiveness. He didn’t think it was possible to have multiple sorts of apples, or that there was any difference in which country they came from. Didn’t every one of them grow from the same trees and under the same sun?

He dropped the Pink Ladies back into their respectful shelf, not all that interested in the fruits anymore, the frustration of not knowing which ones to pick making him lose his motivation to continue down his shopping list.

But, right now, he only had a dozen of eggs (the biological ones, his heart doing a pathetic flip at the thought of the little innocent birds living the same life he had), one sad bottle of plum juice and one pack of ready-made lasagna staring up at him from the basket hanging from his left lower arm.

So, he strolled further, his eyes skimmed across the peaches and tangerines, searching his tastebuds for what he was craving. Next to the tangerines lay oranges, packed in nets of 4.5 pounds. He halted, blinking down at the round fruits with a sudden increase in appetite. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever had an orange, but the vivid image of drops of sap leaking down onto a black, marble kitchen counter with bitten off orange peels discarded to the side, was enough for him to throw them next to his plum juice.

“Did you know the sweet orange isn’t even a real fruit?”

Yes, he did.

He couldn’t remember how.

The products now present in his cart were not nearly enough to last him even a day, but he ignored the rest of the names sprawled across the paper, stuffing it angrily into the pocket of his leather coat with a furrowed brow. Today had been a good day, with at least 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep and a beautiful sunrise to greet him on his morning walk.

But, just like that, he was pushed back by the cold grip of his past, taking him back to the unknown of Winter’s history. It felt like a dream, those where you run with all your strength and might, with your heart driving through your ribs, but you just can’t seem to move forward.

How a single fruit could push itself in between the folds of his brain to force out moments of his life he wasn’t even conscious of. He was well aware it might have only been a lie. Sometimes, he got his memories wrong. Mixed up or glorified by his own mind to keep him away from the dark pits of his truth.

He didn’t take the change from the cashier behind the checkout, only muttering a ‘have a nice day’ under his breath while the older man continued his actions of scanning the next items in a inhumanly slow fashion, creating a domino effect of frustration on the queue behind Bucky.

The walk back to his single bedroom apartment was a long one, but this was the only supermarket away from the crowds and the only one that had employees just, if not more, grumpy than him, allowing him to get lost in the crevices of his thoughts without having to be conscious enough to paint a forced smile on his face. It always resembled more of a grimace, anyways.

The sun was relentless with it’s warmth, cooking Bucky alive in his dark clothes, the fabrics sticking to his skin. The light reflected off the buildings, blinding him even through his sunglasses, like some merciless god was putting in extra work to annoy the super soldier. He could step out of the way of a faux fur coat just in time, or he would most definitely have gotten a Guess handbag to his head.

The only thing that greeted him once he lazily kicked the door shut of his sleeping place, was a lonely Chinese Money plant, its round leaves (turning yellow, which Bucky tried to fix by giving an extra cup of water, resulting in even more discoloration) hanging pathetically off the side of the windowsill, lower than he knew they should hang. He got it as a gift from Sam, because nothing said ‘I forgive you for trying to kill me and my friends’ like a plant that looked like little pancakes and still had the price tag on it.

Bucky clung to it like its his own heart.

His fridge was as empty as the rest of the room, even with the newly bought products. He left the net of oranges abandoned on the counter, after doing a 360 turn, looking for any kind of bowl or dish he could put them in, but realizing he had absolutely nothing.

This temporary stay was getting to be more and more permanent, six months being by far the longest he stayed in the same place, and it scared him. It was a taunt, a fever dream that made him dizzy and he could not shake himself out of. The small sliver of hope and promise that came unvoluntarily with it crawled across his skin like a centipede, every little leg pushing into his skin, urging him to get out, to run away again.

It was still as lucid as it had been six months ago.

Taking a shower helped with the insistent nerves, and by the time the third episode of The Real Housewifes started playing, he was back in a semi-peaceful state of mind, the previous black kitchen countertop now only an incessant bug in his mind.

The slightly burned lasagna had been devoured within minutes, and Bucky was still hungry.

He was too indolent to make himself eggs, and so he settled on the round fruits instead, knife in hand gripped unnecessarily tight.

He stared with narrowed eyes down at the food, willing another flash of whatever his mind was trying to provoke out of him.

He cut off the front and behind, before slicing the knife right through the middel. The smell alone was enough to get him to close his eyes, a nostalgic sensation washing over him without a real direction. For a moment, he was gone, swimming in the sweet scent while his tongue was dancing with it’s sap. A taste of the sun, which seeped through the thick skin and glowed in its center, now gliding down Bucky’s throat.

He cut off one slice, eagerly setting it between his teeth, ripping the flesh off its peel in one clean motion. A drop of sap escaped out of the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin, landing onto the cheap, brown countertop in a perfect drop.

Nails made crescent shapes into its orange husk, only a hairs breath away from the serrated knife. The wooden cutting board now held a large stain, the slight force which the fruit was held down with making its sap leak away. Despite the dim lit room, he could still make out the pair of defeated eyes across from him, liquid honey consisting of a warmth he could not ever begin to comprehend.

An outstretched hand held out a slice for him.

He ignored it.

He forced down another slice with a grimace, like every piece was another segment of his memory, despite the protest his throat was giving him.

“Did you know the sweet orange isn’t even a real fruit?” The voice was quiet and melodic, like the juices of it’s core had sweetened their vocal chords, playing his cochlea like a perfectly tuned violin.

He gave no response, but his companion didn’t seem indignant at carrying the one sided interaction.

“It was created from two other fruits, somewhere in Asia, I think. It’s a modified berry, actually.”

Slice after slice went up into their mouth, the meat ripped off with force, until all that was left was the skin, now laying forsaken beside the white plate.

Excess sap was wiped off their face with their sleeve, unable to stop the few meandering drops from escaping in time, that now rested like fallen stars on the black marble.

He couldn’t see the face, like he was staring at a ghost, his eyes refusing to focus. The only memorabilia he could take with him from this quick gaze into his past, was the feeling of serenity enveloping his entire being.

He dropped the half eaten orange into the trashbin, his tastebuds not experiencing the same, unfamiliar glorification of the fruit that his mind was convincing him of.

Real or not, he basked in this strange presence, holding it close to his heart with utter devotion.

☆

Walking the same streets up and down almost everyday should have made him tired, but routine was exactly what Bucky needed.

It diminished his social anxiety to only a dull ache across his chest. Tiresome, but manageable.

Steve told him it would get easier.

That was four months ago.

But, he had a place to sleep - one he didn’t have to leave again after a few weeks -, his childhood best friend back, and the terrorist organization who previously held Bucky’s live and future in their hands, were now only present in his dreams.

Yes, his soul was still scattered across the earth, taken apart piece by piece by every person who’s stared into the barrel of his gun or who’s breaths fogged up his knife in their throaths. But that wasn’t him, not really.

He was starting to see that now. And with every name crossed out, he felt he was slowly replacing those gaping holes in his heart. He would never be James Buchanan Barnes again.

But, maybe, he could just be Bucky.

And right now, Bucky needed some much needed vitamin D. Socialization was also a requirement to the road of rediscovering his identity (something Bucky responded to with many grumbles and much defiance), but the only reason he had agreed to meet up with Steve and Sam, was because Bucky’s kitchen was pathetically vacant, and they promised to pay for the food.

He rounded the corner, stepping over the protruding tile three tiles left of where the grey, cemented road started. He ignored the flyer pushed in his face, ‘Jezus loves you!’ printed in bold yellow letters on the cover while the long haired blond stayed persistent with his yelling, even after Bucky’s third month of walking past the fanatic.

Another left, his eyes greeting the texas shaped crack in between the two dark red bricks about two feet away from the advertising board, this week showcasing a shirtless man who looked to come straight out of Ancient Greek, riding a beautiful palomino horse on the beach. Bucky didn’t know what he was advertising.

The redhead nodded at Bucky as he passed while she placed two cappuccino’s and one cheesecake with two forks down on the table, conversing with the same elderly couple who spend their every single morning at that café.

He always let his features soften ever so slightly when he passed the shop window of Pets&Co, the same grey British shorthair that had been there since Bucky started this routine still occupying the space on the windowsill, it’s fur flattened against the glass. It didn’t look up when he passed, busy licking its paw clean with lazy strokes.

He wondered when the other shoe would drop.

When things would change again, when something would come crawling out of his own shadows to snuff out even the littlest sparks he had experienced since his return. Dr. Raynor says it’s paranoia, but Bucky would be a fool to believe a past the magnitude of his own would stay hidden and quiet.

Six months of roaming Brooklyn like a forgotten phantom, without consequences, was far too long to be real.

How was it, that he had marked his fists with the blood of his brother no more than three years ago, and he was now on his way to dine with said man and his friend, like nothing had happened?

He hoped Sam had brought beer

-

He stepped over the protruding tile and ignored the flyer smashed against his chest, shaking off the man’s hand on his shoulder with something that could only be described as a growl.

Texas was still there to greet him in between the red bricks, like it was every day.

The advertising board had changed its poster from the palomino horse and Greek god, to the newest Iphone, with four different colors to choose from and an one time only sale for new members.

The redhead nodded as he passed. So did the elderly couple, their cheesecake halfway gone.

The british shorthair blinked up at him, exhibiting a row of sharp teeth with its left upper canine missing when it yawned. It immediately closed its eyes again and went back to sleep.

He wondered when the other shoe would drop.

-

Step over the tile and duck out of the way from the unabating believer.

Texas was not Texas anymore, an extra crack directly beside it made it deformed, forcing a wave of annoyance through Bucky.

A new poster took the place of the previous one.

He nodded back at the redhead.

Its grey fur was rolled up into a little ball, not even poking its head out to regard the young girl in front of its cage trying to catch its attention. Bucky wondered if maybe he should take the cat with him, just to get it away from all the prying eyes and-

He halted.

Beside the feline was another enclosure, this one new, housing a white ball of fur with two large ears poking up into the air.

His heart gave a tug as two bright red marbles stared back at him. It twitched its nose, hopping one step forward, closer to the glass separating the two of them. Bucky could almost see the blue waistcoat around its small body, its paw disappearing into the pocket to take out a golden pocket watch.

“You know the story?”

Silence.

“I hope you don’t, or else I’ll just be reciting.”

Bucky cocked his head to the side, the picture disappearing from his retina like a puff of smoke, taking the deep and hot feeling of longing with it, like it hadn’t been there in the first place.

He turned to his initial goal of the day again, walking under the brown sunshade (pondering when the last time the fabric had seen the inside of a washing machine, like he did every day) as the little wave of Mr. Takemoto wiped the frown from his face, previous state of mind forgotten.

-

Step over tile.

What day was it again? Friday?

Avoid flyer guy. Bucky seriously considered taking another route just to evade the man.

Greet Texas- No, not Texas anymore.

Another perfume ad.

Redhead wasn’t in today, because she’s always off on Sundays. Right, it’s Sunday today.

The old couple is, and he nods.

The grey feline still there, nose turned away from its white, next door neighbor. Bucky believed the cat should really try and be more open, since it is stuck in a 3 by 3 feet cage and didn’t really have that many choices for socializations.

He understood, though.

-

Tile. Flyer. Not Texas. Ad. Redhead with two cappuccinos and a cheesecake. White furball.

Bucky hadn’t even noticed when grey turned into white, but as he was at the end of yet another week gone by, and he had step to the left to let some pretend rich man slide past, he spotted the empty right cage for the first time.

And he felt disappointed, because it was yet another part of his well structured routine that was now gone. First Texas, and now grey cat.

It had been a sad looking little thing, with more attitude than should be possible to hone in such a small body, but, now that it was gone, it was like a missed opportunity.

Not that he would have ever bought it, but still. The choice was there, and now it wasn’t.

The other animal, the one taking Bucky in with a thorough inspection, as if now he was suddenly the one on sale, looked extra lonely without his unbothered friend beside him.

He’d love Chimney, Bucky guessed, since Nat’s incessant orange tomcat could not have been more demanding. A shrill, whining sound - it can not be called meowing - coming from the back of it’s throat like it had the world on its tiny, uneven shoulders and he was the president commanding his people.

Natasha was a loyal citizen of its world, of course, worsening its already spoiled behavior by meeting every demand of her president.

He could bring it with him whenever he and the ex-widow would meet for training, so that it didn’t have to feel lonely. Not like he- it, did now.

Or not.

No. No, definitely not.

He could barely take care of his Money plant, he’d didn’t want to imagine the damage he would do to an actual living thing.

He didn’t need to imagine it.

-

The steam rolling off his fresh coffee helped him turn inwards.

The older, - technically, younger - red lipped waitress sweetening Bucky up with a roll of her tongue. ‘You tell me if you need anything, Sugar’

It always took a good moment of staring blankly ahead, watching a couple display an uncomfortable amount of pda right across from his booth, to make his thoughts set straight.

He knew by now he was a regular customer in the coffee joint, every waiter that worked here knew his order by heart.

Medium black coffee.

He didn’t even like it.

But, it kept him going enough, the bitter taste shocking his nerve system like he was swallowing poison. Might as well.

It was a hoax. Something that should come with a warning sign. The stark black liquid did not live up to the immaculate smell of its original form. It made you think you had discovered a new world wonder. Standing in a field under the trees, watching the flowers work and feel the wind singing with a reclaimed love for oneself and life.

The drink tastes like unnecessary ache.

The leather scratched his fingertips as he opened the overly used notebook, turning to the page he last worked on, pointedly ignoring the sentences he wrote on the left page.

His coffee was his company.

It grew cold and untouched.

[ambroziadelphine]

Marvel Universe

The Author of all these stories, was previously known as CWEEMSODA-chan on Wattpad. I will link a second Masterlist for all my Wattpad stories, even the ones put up for adoption.

Content Warnings Abbreviations:

H.E ---- Heavily Explicit (MDNI)

D ---- Drug mention

E ----Explicit (MDNI)

M.A ---- Mention of Abuse

V ---- Violence

M.H ---- Mental Health Struggle

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Forgotten (Bucky Barnes x Reader) V+M.A+M.H

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Patience and Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) V+M.A+M.H

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Mother Nature's child (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) V+M.A+E

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Frustration of a Fangirl (Bucky Barnes x Reader) V+E

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Captain's Snowflake (Steve Rogers x Reader) M.H+V

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Birdy's Call (Bucky Barnes x Reader) M.A+V+E+M.H

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What a Strange Woman (Bucky Barnes x Reader) M.H+E

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𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝑹𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝑿-𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝑪𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕.

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓🤍

𝑨𝒈𝒆: 𝟏𝟗 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎: 𝑨𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 𝟓'𝟖

𝑿-𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔: 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑴𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔. 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆🤍

𝑨𝒈𝒆: 𝟐𝟑 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎: 𝑨𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝑾𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 𝟓'𝟏𝟎

𝑿-𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔: 𝑱𝒊𝒏𝒙

𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 , 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.

𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌/𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1342558

[thewritergremlin-rae]

Finding Your Forever Home

Part 1 - Home

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Mutant!Reader (a little slice of Steve/Sam) Characters: Bucky, Reader, OFC, Steve, Sam Rating: E Words: 2,815 Content: 2nd person, omegaverse au, mute reader, AFAB reader, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), heat sex, unprotected sex (p in v), knotting Summary: Your heat is on its way so you take off to visit the only other member of your pack. Your Alpha, James.

Neither of you know what fate is getting ready to throw at you. Ao3: HERE Notes: Omegaverse AU. Post Winter Soldier - Bucky is running around keeping his distance and trying to remember himself.

The Avengers are a pack. This includes - A!Steve, A!Tony, BSam, B!Natasha, B!Clint, O!Bruce, Thor and Loki. Thor and Loki are not exactly omegaverse dynamics but we'll get into that in a later part.

Reader had their vocal chords removed but does not remember howhow/why/any of it.

I have so much world building I want to word vomit but this is it for now.

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You waved to grab Miss Jones’ attention as the kids filed out of their last class on a Friday afternoon, heading to the common area or their rooms for the free time they had before dinner. 

She smiled, looking happy but with an edge of exhaustion, like she was ready for the weekend. Even if she still had to help watch the kids, you knew from experience that weekend duty was easier than weekday teaching. “Do you need something, dear?” Miss Jones asked, soft voice carrying as she paused her tidying to give you her full attention. 

You typed out the words on your phone before showing her the note; ‘I’m heading to a friend’s place for the next few days, do you need anything?’

Miss Jones continued to smile, considering the question. “Hmmm, no, I think we’re set for the weekend. Are you going to be ok, though? Your heat is coming up.” 

Living in, essentially,  a mutant boarding school, the teachers needed to know when everyone’s heats and ruts fell, as far as possible, to avoid any accidental triggering of each other or dubious consent going on between teenagers. You had to admit, the teachers had a hell of a job in just doing that, never mind having to try to keep everyone’s powers under reasonable control and teach them all.

You nodded, face heating a little. Oh, your ‘friend’ would definitely help you with that. Kind of hard to explain, though, that you’d found an Alpha from your pack who didn’t want any paper trails leading back to him. 

Lacking the ability to physically speak was the least of your problems in explaining that one.

Miss Jones pinned you with a steady gaze, the moments ticking by before she chuckled softly. “Sometimes, I forget how all grown up you are now. But just keep us updated, alright?” You nodded and gave her a brief hug before grabbing your bag from the back of the class and heading towards the garage. 

Soon on your motorbike, you hit the road, enjoying the freedom of the ride. You parked in a familiar city car park, ducking into a bathroom to change out of your leathers. Still another 10 minutes to go until you reached James' place, winding through alleyways and shortcuts, avoiding main streets and their CCTV to reach the back of an apartment building. The fire exit loomed high above, but instead you directed the wind around you to lift you to James’ window. 

You knocked using the pattern you’d decided on during the last visit. The slight twitch of a curtain was the only indication of life in the apartment before James’ fingers unlocked the window and slid it open. You floated in, hearing him close and lock the window once more as you took your boots off and carefully set your socked feet on the thin carpet. 

You released a breath you’d been holding before James’ scent hit you and he wrapped you up in his arms - your feet leaving the floor again. 

You wrapped your arms around him, relaxing in his hold and tangling your fingers in his hair, stroking gently.

He buried his nose in your neck and breathed in deeply, a quiet groan escaping him. “Omega- You’re close,” he huffed, concern coming across gruff as he nipped your shoulder. 

You squirmed in his arms, knowing that his close proximity  had your heat speeding up. You pinched his shoulder and he carefully put you down. ‘Tomorrow’, you signed at him. He didn’t look entirely convinced but relented, crossing to the fridge. “Good thing I stocked up on food.” 

But his face twisted into disappointment when he glanced across at his poor excuse for a bed. You’d never complained about it, knowing the thin mattress stemmed from his inability to deal with anything too soft.. Already half a step ahead of him, you emerged from the cupboard with an armful of a blanket, a spare pillow, and some of his shirts. 

He chuckled softly. “Those were in the laundry basket for a reason, doll.” 

You shrugged, looking perfectly happy; that just meant they smelt more like him. You dumped them on the mattress and started to arrange them into a comfortable pile, nuzzling into them and drowning yourself in his scent. 

James watched from behind the kitchen island as he prepared snacks, food, and drink bottles. but mostly just watched you relax and get lost in your own preparation. Your scent became more relaxed and content with each passing moment. 

You sat down in your nest, wearing only underwear and a stolen Henley, tugging James’ pant leg and patting a space next to you. “I can come in?” You nodded and tugged on his metal hand. James shirked off his clothes until he was down to his boxers and joined you on the mattress. 

You crawled into his lap, sighing contentedly as his broad arms wrapped around you - one significantly warmer than the other. “How’s everything at the school, doll?” James murmured into your hair, nuzzling and inhaling your scent. 

‘Fine, just got a couple of new kids arrived, one with telekinesis and one who can make ice-cream. She eats in class a lot.’ A few short breaths escaped you, laughing after showing him the notes app on your phone. 

“Some mutants have interesting powers, huh?” James asked. Not all mutant powers were necessarily useful. “But that must be great for a kid.” 

‘So long as she doesn’t make herself sick with it.’ You typed. ‘Or all the other kids.’ James’ warm hand settled on your back, rubbing warm, slow circles. 

“Yeah, she’ll be popular at parties, that’s for sure. Any kid would wanna invite a kid who can make ice-cream.” You nodded and put your phone away before beginning to push and tug at him. Always he easiest way to manipulate his body into what you wanted and you knew you could only do it because he allowed it. You laid on top of him and nuzzled into him, stomach fluttering with pleasure. 

Your heat was close, phantom pains warning of the cramps due to set in, but being buried in his scent after the absence of it was driving you insane. 

James’ hands drifted up and down your sides, squeezing and stroking as he buried his nose back against you. “Missed you,” he whispered, words barely audible despite the silence of the room. You nodded into his chest. Missed you too, you wanted to say, but all you could do was show him with your actions. You placed a delicate kiss over his heart, nuzzling and settling there. 

His arms squeezed gently as you buried yourself in your little bubble that smelt of James and home. 

You woke with a groan at the ache that had settled in your gut. James’ hand felt warm, already stroking absently, though you felt pretty sure he was still asleep. You tugged a blanket closer, nuzzling into the soft texture and breathing deeply.

Your mouth opened on a silent yelp as James dragged you closer. “Morning, omega.” he rumbled sleepily, nuzzling into your neck and kissing lightly along the gnarl of scars that served as the only hint of your muteness. He pawed at your stomach, rubbing soothing circles that eased the cramps and lit your nerves on fire.

Your breaths left you in heavy pants, James familiar with all the minute changes in your body. You never knew quite how, but he seemed to hear every hitch of breath no matter how silent, notice every change in temperature when your body burned for him. And, most frustratingly, knew right when you teetered on the cliff edge of an orgasm. 

But in your heats, he showed you mercy and took orgasm after orgasm until you were too exhausted to keep even one eye open. 

“Take these off, doll, you’re not gonna need them til your heat is over,” he breathed , plucking at the waistbands that already hung low on your hips. You wriggled out of them as fast as possible, the feel of the fabric only irritating the heat beneath your skin.

James caught your wrist before you tossed everything aside and dragged your clothes up to his nose. You shuddered at the deep rumble that made its way through his chest. “Fuck, doll-” He tore your clothes from your hand and tossed them aside before your back hit the mattress. He knelt on the bed, dragging you closer, your hips settling in his lap before he tugged your legs over his shoulders.

He ducked down, his warm mouth sealing hot over your clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue as his strong hands clamped over your thighs to hold you against him. Your mouth fell open in pleasure while he ravished you, sucking on your clit before his tongue licked slow paths from your cunt back to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You squirmed to no effect but your breath hitched and caught on each desperate gulp of air to fill your lungs as your brain only grew fuzzier with pleasure. 

Your fists clenched, eyes snapping open as pleasure suddenly consumed you and your first orgasm washed over you, James’ moans vibrating through your core as you soaked him with your orgasm and the extra slick your body would need for the heat. 

Something between a groan and a growl escaped James as he licked you into a second orgasm that had you squirming and sensitive, pinching his thigh when it became too much. 

“Need to be inside you, doll.” He eased your lower half down and pushed you onto your front. You started to lift your ass, trying to get your knees beneath you but a warm hand settled on your lower back. “Not yet, jus-just stay like this-” James pushed your thighs a little wider before the heat of him engulfed your back and you could feel his thick cock filling you up. 

Home, home, home. The voice in your head chanted as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, sniffing and scenting enough to have your pussy clenching around him. You tapped the bed with your hand in a sequence that was the equivalent to a long, whiny ‘Alphaaaa’ before you signed ‘home’. 

James growled and rolled his hips, grunting and groaning into your ear. “Yeah, omega, home. Fuck- you feel so good. Almost forget how good every time.” He nipped the back of your neck, claiming you with a few harder thrusts that had your body shaking again in desperation. “Dunno how I let this sweet pussy go every time.” 

You were having similar thoughts about his cock and the knot you could feel just teasing at the entrance of your pussy. If you could just tilt your hips a little… Your eyes practically rolled back as the angle brought him deeper, James grunting and groaning above you until you felt the pressure of his knot and the relief when it pushed past your muscles.

Your body squeezed hard and desperate as you were pushed over the knife edge of pleasure, his cock hitting the perfect spot with each rut as he soon emptied himself inside you. Hot, thick ropes of cum filled you up and you couldn’t tell if you came again or if the last one had just continued for  that long. 

A heavy breath escaped as you sunk into the mattress, not caring about his weight on top of you. It felt perfect and his hands rubbed along your arms, twining your fingers with his. James didn’t always talk much but you didn’t need it when you could feel him, could hear him snuffling and kissing any skin he could reach.

It would take a while for his knot to go down but his cock stayed hard inside you. You’d never had anyone to ask about that; an Alpha’s knot was supposed to keep you two locked together but James always remained hard. He let you rest and calm a little before he whined and started rocking his hips again. 

Then he got more talkative and filthy. He nipped at your ear, claiming your attention, as if anyone else could right now. “So hot, so pretty, ‘mega. Wanna - hnn - stay inside you all heat. Fill you so much you can see it.” 

You shuddered hard as he moved, trying to move with him, but he hushed you gently. “Shh, shh, just relax. Just relax, I got ya.” His knees slid below the two of you, his hands finding your hips, claiming a few vigorous pumps of his cock before his hands found your soft belly. 

Pleasure lit up your spine like a highway, a huffed groan slipping past James’ lips as your delicious walls squeezed around his fat cock. “Gonna give you all my cum, omega. Will that make you happy?” You nodded furiously, managing to rock back a little to pull him deeper; even if there was no deeper to go, you needed it. 

James rolled his hips, starting a slow but steady pace. He held you tightly, pinning you, to claim and touch all those sensitive places inside you he’d already claimed once. He groaned out a curse, hips slapping harder against your skin as neediness and desperation claimed his actions once more. Soft growls and snarls echoing above you as he chased that second release and filled you up once more with his seed. 

He settled that time, placing gentle, loving touches to every part of you he could reach. He could smell your satisfaction, for now, and let that warm the both of you as his cock softened but his knot kept you firmly connected. 

You knew once it started to deflate that you’d be desperate for him but for now you could enjoy the satisfaction just a little longer.

You returned to the school with a bounce in your step. Sure, it would be another week or so before you could see James again, but he’d left you feeling so warmed and cared for that you still floated on cloud nine. 

Huh.

You circled an unfamiliar car in the garage, not seeing anything untoward, before heading inside. You padded through the building, looking around for Miss Jones to let her know you’d made it home. A light shone beneath her office door so you knocked and waited. The soft sound of conversation stopped and the door opened, Miss Jones peering out.

“Oh good, you made it home ok!” She gave you a quick hug before raising an eyebrow. “Friend, hmm?” Miss Jones teased and you flushed but she only continued to smile. “Make sure you have something to eat before you go to bed. We have a couple of guests here for some lectures. I’ll introduce you in the morning.” 

Curious about the guests, food and cleanliness called your name far more insistently, so you gave a nod and a wave goodbye and drifted off.

Miss Jones watched you go before closing the office door again. “Sorry about that, gentlemen! So your room will be in this area of the school, this area is for omegas only - there are signs on the door so don’t worry about accidentally wandering in.” 

“Sure, thanks!” Sam smiled at her but turned to Steve, who hadn’t said anything. He seemed lost in thought, staring at the closed office door. Or more like trying to look right through it. Laser vision was not a super soldier power, right? “Hey. Steve?” 

He jumped a little when Sam’s waving hand tore him from his head, the room coming back into focus. Good thing Steve knew how to be mindlessly polite. “Yeah, great, thank you.” 

Miss Jones was kind enough not to say anything as she led them from her office over to the room they’d be staying in until they headed back to the States. 

Sam said goodbye to her, Steve clearly just going through the motions. “What’s going on with you?” he finally asked when the door had clicked shut and the two were left to their own devices. 

“The omega that knocked on the door…” Steve murmured. There had been something familiar about the scent. He hadn’t been able to tell if it was the omega or someone else's scent on them but it tugged desperately at something he couldn’t place. “Their scent was kind of familiar but I…” Steve shook his head and sank down onto the bed. “I don’t know, I’m probably just tired.” 

Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder. “It sounds like they live here so we’ll get a chance to meet them, might jog that old memory of yours.” He gave Steve’s head a nudge, and got a gentle hit on his leg in reply. “And we’ll find Barnes,” Sam assured him, cupping his cheek. 

Steve pressed into the touch and breathed in Sam’s calming scent. “Yeah.” Some day. 

He hoped.

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[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies?

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Natasha, Reader x ????

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

Chapter 1

After Y/N had slept for almost 24 hours and eaten enough to fill her up, Nat approached her in the kitchen.

"Tony is having a party tonite, to celebrate finding Loki's scepter. He gave me his credit card so do you want to go get a dress for tonite? And maybe some clothes so you aren't stuck in Avengers sweats all the time? We can have lunch and get our hair and nails done as well." She smirked "We can find a blue dress for you, it's Steve's favorite color."

Y/N felt her face flush "Why would I be worried about what Steve likes?"

Nat grinned "I'm a spy, I know how to read people and both of you are giving off some serious vibes. Trust me, he's into you too."

Y/N shrugged "I don't know what you're talking about but I do need some clothes and I've never had a real haircut. I just chop it off when it gets too long." She thought for a minute "Sure, sounds like fun."

They left the tower in one of Tony's cars that Nat borrowed. Driving around Manhattan Y/N felt overwhelmed but something was familiar as well.

"This is all so much. I haven't even left the facility where you found me in years."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly" Nat told her as they pulled into a parking garage on 5th Ave. "Having access to Starks credit and cars definitely helps." She parked and they got out of the car and walked into Saks.

Nat headed straight for evening wear and started looking through the racks when a sales person approached them.

"Ms Romanoff, it's so good to have you here again. I see you've brought a friend" she looked Y/N up and down, sneering slightly at her attire. "I can see she needs our help. What are you looking for today?"

Nat glared at her "We're looking for someone who won't be a bitch because of how we look. Do you have anyone here like that?"

The sales girl, her tag said her name was Sophia, blanched "I'm so sorry, Ms Romanoff, I was just caught off guard. Of course I'm happy to help you in whatever way you need.

Are you looking for a cocktail dress?"

Nat smirked "Yes, Tony is having a party tonite and my friend needs an appropriate dress. Something blue."

Sophia stuttered "Tony Stark? How exciting. Why don't you and Miss...."

"Y/L/N, I'm Y/N Y/L/N"

"Of course. What size do you usually wear Miss Y/L/N?"

Y/N flushed "I don't know, I haven't gotten myself new clothes in ages"

Sophia pulled out a tape measure "Well lets see..." And quickly took her measurements. "A size 7 should fit nicely. I have some dresses that would be perfect for you. Please have a seat and I'll have them brought over.

Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, water, tea, soda, champagne?"

Nat nodded "Some champagne would be nice. And none of the cheap stuff."

They spent an hour looking at dresses until they narrowed it down to 3. All shades of blue. Y/N tried them all on and was overwhelmed when she saw herself in the mirror, she felt like a princess.

"I can't choose, they're all so pretty. What do you think, Nat?"

"I agree, it's too hard to choose so we'll get all three. Tony loves throwing parties so you can never be too prepared." Nat replied

Y/N shook her head "I couldn't, that's too much"

Nat laughed "too much should be Tony's middle name. Don't worry about it." She turned to Sophia "what about accessories?"

4 hours later they had all 3 dresses and accessories for each one, plus enough everyday and business style clothes to last a year. And shoes and lingerie. Nat gave Sophia a stern order to make sure it was all delivered to the tower before 4pm. Then they went for hair, makeup and mani-pedi's.

Y/N didn't know how to process everything that was happening. Less than 72 hours ago she was in her cell with no inkling that her life would change so drastically.

"Thank you so much, Nat. I just...."

Nat smirked "Don't worry about it. I have a feeling you're going to feel right at home before too long."

They went back to the tower after a late lunch and finished getting ready. At 9pm they took the elevator to the penthouse where the party was already going full swing.

Nat led her to the bar and poured a glass of champagne for both of them.

Y/N just looked around, watching people, unsure of how to interact.

Steve and Sam were playing pool when Sam noticed Steve was staring at something by the bar.

"You checking out Nat again? I thought that was over."

Steve shook his head "It never really was on, just occasional stress relief. Besides she has something going on with Bruce. Look next to her, in the blue dress. That's Y/N, we found her at the base where we found Loki's scepter. She's a mutant, turns sound into light. She was humming the other night and had this glow around her like a mist of colors. It was beautiful" he sighed.

Sam laughed "You sound smitten. Why don't you go talk to her?"

Steve blushed "I wouldn't know what to say."

"How about hey Y/N you look beautiful, wanna have my babies" Sam offered

Steve snorted "Give me a break.

It looks like Nat is busy with Bruce so I should go be a good host. Don't want to leave her alone with all these strangers. She's been a prisoner since she was a kid so might not be good socially."

Sam laughed as Steve walked away.

Y/N was looking out the window when Steve approached her. She turned and looked at him.

"It's a beautiful view"

Steve was staring at her and agreed "Yeah, it's gorgeous"

She saw he was looking at her and felt her face heat up. "So Nat said Tony throws parties like this all the time"

Steve nodded "This is actually pretty tame compared to some. Before he became Iron Man I think partying was his priority. It's still a favorite past time.

You must be overwhelmed with all this if Strucker kept you prisoner since you were 10. You'll get used to it. We are mostly a happy family." He smiled softly at her.

After the party died down the team sat around drinking and chatting. Most of them tried to pick up Thor's hammer and failed. Only Steve moved it at all but he still couldn't pick it up.

Then Ultron showed up and made a mess of everything. Y/N tried to use her powers to help fight him but was thrown against a wall and knocked out. After Ultron was gone, she came to and heard arguing. Steve helped her up and kept his hand on her back to help comfort her. Once the team decided on their course of action he took her to her room.

"I need you to stay here for now, ok? We'll be back as soon as we can" he told her gently.

Y/N shook her head "I can help. I could come with you and-"

"No" he told her firmly "We need to evaluate your abilities and work together before you get into any fights with us. I don't want you to get hurt so please be a good girl and wait here for me"

She felt a funny tingle when he called her a good girl but pushed it back "Ok. I'll wait here. Please come back safely."

"I promise, sweetheart" he kissed her softly on the lips and made sure she was safe in her room before he left.

While the team went to Africa to stop Ultron, Y/N was having dreams about Steve but with her lack of experience couldn't figure them out. The only sex she had was when Strucker forced himself on her and she thought she would never actually enjoy sex but her dreams said otherwise.

In the morning she saw what happened on the news and knew that it was Wanda messing with the Hulk. If she had been there she could have broken Wandas hex and prevented all that destruction and death.

She jumped when Jarvis spoke to her "Miss Y/N? You have a phone call from Captain Rogers."

"Umm ok how do I take the call?"

"I'll put him thru"

Steve's voice came thru the speakers in her room.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Hi Steve, I slept a little. I had strange dreams. My life has turned upside down.

Are you ok? I saw the news. Wanda was there wasn't she? If you had let me come I could have prevented-"

Steve cut her off "No. You don't even know if you could have helped Hulk. You aren't going on any missions any time soon.

I just wanted to let you know that we will be gone for awhile. After that mess we have to lay low. Just be a good girl and make sure you eat and sleep. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Y/N felt so helpless as she saw the teams adventures on the news. They went from Africa to Korea. She was frustrated and wanted to help but couldn't so waited for them, for Steve, to return.

When Tony and Bruce returned they barely noticed her and rushed into the lab to work on something.

Steve came to check on her and gave her a sweet kiss before she noticed the twins were with him.

Wanda looked at her "Hello Y/N. Nice to see you again"

Y/N was confused "Steve why are they here? They are nothing but trouble and can't be trusted."

Wanda cringed "I know we have done awful things to you in the past but we didn't realize how bad Strucker was, too caught up in our own rage and grief. I promise we won't hurt you. We want to help stop Ultron."

Y/N looked at Steve "If you are taking them then I should be able to go too. I can help."

Steve chuckled "I know you want to help honey but I don't think a light show will do any good."

She pouted "I can make lasers too. I hate staying here while you risk yourself. Please, Steve." She begged

Her begging did something to Steve but not something that would help in a fight. He was about to tell her no again when Clint walked by

"She's not wrong Cap we could use all the help we can get."

Steve gave in "Promise me you'll be careful. I'd hate to see you hurt."

Y/N didn't do too badly considering the circumstances. She even took out a few robots on her own, including the one that tried to get Pietro and a young boy he was protecting.

Sokovia was still destroyed but most of the people were saved. Sometimes you have to accept how things turn out.

~~~~~~~~~~

After a few days rest Y/N, Sam, Wanda and Pietro started training to become official Avengers.

Y/N and Steve started dating, taking things very slow since she was inexperienced and in no rush.

Nat was devastated that Bruce had disappeared and started spending a lot of time with Steve and Y/N. Every night he would walk Y/N to her room, kiss her good night and leave her on her own.

After a few weeks she noticed Steve and Nat seemed really close and she asked him about it.

Steve shook his head "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. Nat and I are just friends. We've been thru some tough situations together but there's no romantic feelings. She's just lonely because she misses Bruce."

She nodded trusting him.

They went on like this for awhile until General Ross brought up the Sokovia Accords. She took Steve's side but he didn't want her involved in the fight so she made her way to the quinjet and waited for Steve and Bucky. She saw what Zemo did and the fight that came after but couldn't bring herself to hurt Tony so found herself waiting on the jet again.

Y/N went with them to Wakanda and then on the run with Steve and Sam. After months dating, Steve told her he loved her and then told her he had to leave for a couple of days to meet up with Nat for cash and intel. They met up every few weeks and he always came back in a lighter mood.

One time when he returned he asked Y/N for a favor

"I don't want to be separated but Shuri figured out how to remove Bucky's brainwashing and I want you to go help him. Just be a friend. He really likes you and I think it would be good for both of you. You're the only one I can ask, he has bad history with Sam and Nat. I promise I'll come visit when I can."

She looked at him sadly, not wanting to leave the man she had fallen in love with but wanting to make him happy and be his good girl so she went to Wakanda.

Y/N and Bucky became close friends. She didn't mind if he didn't want to talk and they would just be together. If he did want to talk she listened without judgement and she was there for his nightmares. She helped him tend his goats and thought she could have fallen for him if she hadn't met Steve first.

A couple of times a week Steve would call to check up on her but it was always brief because Nat always called him away after a few minutes. He kept promising he would come visit but something always came up.

One day, Shuri showed up at Bucky's hut where Bucky and Y/N were playing chess."I have news, Captain Rogers contacted me and told me to tell you, Thor and Hulk have returned. Asgard was destroyed and all of the Asgardians that survived are here, setting up a home in Norway. New Asgard.

That's not all, the Captain and Tony Stark have worked things out with Gen Ross and Sargeant Barnes is being pardoned. You can go home soon, back to the states but there will be a celebration in New Asgard in a month.

Y/N wondered why Steve didn't call her and went thru Shuri instead but she was trusting and believed he just had too much to do.

Y/N and Bucky spent the next month as they had spent time in the past, strengthening their friendship, enjoying nature and herding goats. They both expected Steve to show up at any time but he never did. He only called once and explained that he was very busy helping Thor and Valkyrie set the new town up. Y/N told him they could help but Steve insisted they stay in Wakanda.

Finally it was time to leave, both of them were excited at being reunited with Steve but also nervous at meeting a whole new group of people.

Steve came in the quinjet to pick them up and after a quick hug and kiss on the cheek he spent the rest of the flight talking to Bucky. Y/N realized they were best friends but she had hoped for a better reunion with her love. She sat alone trying to talk herself down from the anxiety that was building up.

When they arrived in New Asgard the whole team was there to greet them. Nat and Bruce were wrapped around each other while Wanda and Vision were holding hands. Steve was suddenly in a bad mood right after they landed and left saying he just needed to work it off. Nat disappeared shortly after.

Thor gave Y/N a fond greeting and introduced her to Val. They took her and Bucky to a dressmaker to create Asgardian style robes for the celebration the next night. Steve didn't come to see her at all so she figured he was still busy helping and she stayed up talking to Bucky until they were both exhausted and fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Chapter 2

[lizamango]

Cruel World 3/? (Brainwashed HYDRA!Reader x Steve Rogers)

summary: A war between SHIELD and HYDRA rages on in the shadows of the world. You live for the kill as a Black Widow until you discover Steve Rogers, the weapon for the opposing side who makes you question the side you’ve been fighting for. (inspired by Underworld, just go with the lore on this fic pls)

Part 1 ~ Part 2

warnings: smut later, canon typical violence

word count: 2564

“This is the camp where I was trained,” Steve states as he lands the quinjet.

“Has it changed much?”

“A little,” he murmurs. I look at him as his tone changes. His eyes are distant, jaw clenched. He’s reminiscing.

“It must be tough,” I start and he looks at me to continue. “Being alive when everyone you know is gone.”

“You would know about that, wouldn’t you?” he responds with the words I used earlier.

“I guess so. One fell swoop.” A silence falls upon us and I pace through the base. An American base. I never thought I’d come here of all places, out of my own free will. “Once Dreykov wakes, he’ll set everything right.”

“You have so much faith in him,” Steve states but it was more of a question. He’s asking why.

“Wouldn’t you? If someone saved you from certain death, wouldn’t you believe in them? He has treated me like his own,” I defend.

“You say that the cycle has never been broken before. What will happen to you once all this is over?”

“I’ll be judged before our council,” I hold back.

“And then?” Steve raises a brow, sensing there was more.

“I’ll probably be executed.”

His heart drops, I can practically hear it. He turns sharply and stalks towards me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks incredulously.

I shrug indifferently. “Those are our rules.”

He starts breathing heavily, shaking his head. “You can’t be okay with this? How can you just accept that? I won’t allow it-“

I chuckle. “Steve, you have no authority. This is the life I’ve chosen.”

“You haven’t chosen anything. They’ve indoctrinated you into a program, used you, all the Widows as their weapons. As if you’re not even people, just a means to their ends.” He puts his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“You’re making grave conclusions for someone who doesn’t know our ways.”

“I don’t need a fucking handbook, I’ve seen and heard enough.”

“You’re being ignorant, Steve. Don’t forget that we are not on the same side.”

“No,” we’re not, I expect him to say. “You’re being naive.”

I roll my eyes. “If you think so terribly of our ways then-“

“I’m not going to leave.” This man just loves to interrupt.

“Why not? I don’t need you anymore, Steve. My memories have enough evidence that you are alive. I need only to wait for Dreykov’s awakening and then we can take down Schmidt.”

He says my name in an almost defeated tone. “You need me,” he says simply. “I’m the only one who has your back in all of this. Not your sisters, not your Dreykov. Not even yourself.”

I cross my arms. “And how is that?”

“There’s a knife in your back and you don’t want to pull it out. You don’t even know it’s there.” His words cut deep but I try to shrug them off. He knows nothing. I look back at him and see his eyes have shifted to something behind me. He has a frown on his face though different to the one he was sporting when he was lecturing me.

“What?”

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks,” he states. He walks towards a building and breaks open the lock. “This building is in the wrong place.”

We walk inside, my gun drawn. I spot the insignia painted on the wall. “This is SHIELD,” I accuse and point the gun at him. “You took me to a SHIELD facility?”

“I didn’t know, I promise you.”

“I knew not to trust you.”

“I am the only one you can trust right now,” he exclaims. “I am the only one who hasn’t lied to your face. So go ahead. Shoot me.” He steps closer so that the gun is resting right between his eyes. “If you don’t trust me, fucking shoot me. Get rid of the only person who’s trying to help you while everyone else is trying to kill you.”

I examine him.

“Kill me or believe me, that’s your choice.”

I withdraw my gun. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he answers.

I clench my jaw.

We enter a room with three portraits. Heads of SHIELD, I assume.

“That’s Howard Stark,” Steve says.

“Stark Industries,” I comment. “I’ve seen that logo on weapons HYDRA uses.”

Steve frowns. “That makes no sense, Howard wouldn’t work for HYDRA.”

Are you so sure, Captain? I think to myself. “Who’s the girl?”

“Nobody,” he replies too quickly. He turns away from me and walks down the room, spotting a bookshelf. His eyes scan through each shelf. “If you’re already working in a secret office, why do you need to hide the elevator?” He pushes a shelf and they part to reveal elevator doors.

“After you,” I state.

We both descend to the only floor available and turn the lights on to find a room full of old computers.

Somehow the computers jump to life. Must all be connected to the power.

“Captain Steve Rogers,” a voice calls out.

“Who’s there?” I respond, gun drawn.

“Calm yourself, Widow.” A face appears on the screens of the computers.

“Arnim Zola,” Steve states.

“You know him?” I ask.

“Scientist who worked under Schmidt.”

“How do I not know you?” I question.

“There is much you do not know, Dreykov’s experiment.”

“And yet you know me.”

“HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed.” Flashes of past news headlines and TV footage are shown on the screens as Zola speaks. Assassinations carried out by Assets or Widows. Facilities burning. “HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. You work with one of HYDRA’s most formidable Widows, your death for naught.” Steve punches the computer screen only for Zola to appear on another. “Alas, your affiliation with Dreykov’s experiment has made her a liability, no longer to be trusted.”

I frown. Excommunication? “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Zola states my full name as he did with Steve. “Family slaughtered in Odessa, adopted by Dreykov into the Black Widow program to serve this war. You who are so special that he kept you and your abilities a secret. He read that your DNA had the key to a serum stronger than that of Erskine’s. The power to activate a dormant gene in homo superiors, millennia’s worth of evolution, cut down to mere hours.”

“That is not true.”

“Oh?”

“I think I would know if I was experimented on. I’ve never healed as fast as Steve until…”

“The serum gave you abilities while your x-gene remained dormant, until a gross traumatic injury which otherwise would have killed you activated this mutation. It’s epigenetics, Widow.”

The gunshot wound.

“Why are you telling us all of this?” Steve asks.

“Because I’m stalling.”

The ground begins to rumble and all the computer screens shut down. Steve and I look at each other. I access the quinjet’s sentry mode through my communicator which detects a person. An Asset. My blood runs cold. Fuck.

“We have to get out of here.”

Steve finds an opening in the ground and we escape from under the building. I spot the Asset as he aims for us. Steve pushes us to the ground.

“Who is that?” he grunts. I hand him a gun.

“Get to the quinjet,” I say to him. I look back and squeeze my trigger. “It’s armed with machine guns. Shoot to kill.”

I hear Steve say my name but I ignore his calls as I run towards our enemy. Once upon a time I would have seen him as my ally.

I dodge the spray of bullets and jump up on a humvee, kicking him from the chin. He stumbles back as I land, pulling a knife out of one of my holsters. I slash at him but he counters my moves, blocking them with his metal arm then flinging the knife away. I used to be glad to have that metal arm on my side. His steel fingers grasp my throat and push me until my back hits the humvee but I grab another knife and stab it into his thick thighs with enough force to penetrate his reinforced combat trousers. I hear him grunt behind his mask but I slip from under him, rolling under the humvee. As I run towards the quinjet which is now in the air I hear him kick the humvee out of his way. Fuck. A spray of bullets forms a wall between the Asset and I as I climb up the ramp of the jet but not before I shoot my handgun, the bullet ricochets from the bulletproof lens of his mask. I enter the cockpit to see the Asset remove his mask.

“Steve you have a clear shot,” I say but he stares at the Asset, now with his mask off.

“Bucky?”

The Asset points his grenade launcher at us.

“Steve if you won’t take the shot, I will.” I walk towards the trigger but Steve pulls the jet up so I stumble and the Asset misses. “What are you doing?!” I exclaim.

“We’re not killing him,” Steve says with finality. He flies the jet away from the base.

“He’ll catch up to us,” I shake my head as I sit down. “He’ll find us and he’ll kill us, Steve you don’t know him-“

“I do.”

“What do you mean?” I notice he puts the jet on autopilot.

“I’ve known him all my life,” he turns his seat around and looks up at me. How could he possibly…

“James,” I realise. I scoff at how convenient and absurd this all is. “Schmidt takes your best friend and turns him into our most formidable Asset. This is bullshit.” I start to pace. “So there’s no way you’ll kill him but he won’t stop until he kills us. Isn’t that just perfect?” I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

“I thought I lost him… But I’ll get him back.”

“It’s not that simple,” I tell him.

“Why? He probably just didn’t see me. Once he does, he’ll stop coming after us.”

I shake my head desperately. “No, Steve. He won’t know who you are.” I sit in the chair next to him. “Assets… have no memory of their past lives. They’re not like Widows, they come from a different kind of clean slate.”

I expect to see him looking at me with disgust. How could I be okay with this happening to people around me? But he doesn’t. Steve only looks determined. “Then we’ll find a way to get his memories back.”

“Odessa,” I say. Before explaining, I enter the coordinates . “There’s an abandoned HYDRA facility, a scientist specialising in cerebral reprogramming-“

“Brainwashing,” Steve corrects.

I nod. “Brainwashing- he was based there until SHIELD came and tried to take him away. He was labelled a traitor so he was executed. That’s our only clue.”

“How do you know about this?” Steve questions.

“Dreykov trusted me with everything… A Widow defected from us, she was the one to try to take the scientist.”

Steve frowns. “A Widow?”

“Natalia Romanova. She tried to kill Dreykov.” The thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Just imagining Dreykov dead along with my family… I would never have survived that night without him.

“How do… how do you know that Dreykov doesn’t have something to do with all this?”

I turn sharply to face him. “Don’t. There’s no way.”

“I’m just saying-“

“Steve, he saved my life. He took me in. He didn’t have to do that but he did.” He saved me in more ways than I can count.

“I’m not saying these things are related-“

“I’m not gonna listen to this, Steve.”

“Like you didn’t listen to me about HYDRA?”

I close my eyes and exhale shakily. “Steve, I mean it.”

“You’re only fighting me because you have doubts now too! Just face it, Dreykov is HYDRA, HYDRA feeds crises, reaps war, takes away freedom! I mean look at you!” he exclaims. “You had blind faith in this organisation, you and your Widow Sisters! They’ve got you all buying into the lie that they care about you while they send you on missions to kill innocent people all while not giving a shit about you when you’re no longer useful to them!” He stalks closer towards me.

“You’re. Wrong.” I glare at him and if looks could kill…

“I need you to face reality.” He looks at me so sincerely that my eyes sting. Why does he have to look like he cares so much? Why couldn’t he just be what I’ve been led to believe SHIELD is? It would be so much easier to hate him. I sense hesitation in his expression as tears threaten to expose how hurt I feel. He’s turned my whole world upside down in a matter of days… “I need you to…” he trails off, his eyes flickering from mine down my face to my shuddering lips.

I bite them to control the trembling but I hear Steve sigh.

“Need me to what?”

“I need you to open your mouth.” His voice is somehow deeper.

I gulp before doing as he says. His lips crash onto mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, almost fighting with mine. Our lips move in tandem, as if we didn’t even need to think about it. One of Steve’s hands rests on my cheek and I hear him inhale deeply as if taking me in. As if to devour me. I would let him.

His other hand is on my waist but it slowly snakes to the dip in my back and he presses me closer to his body. So close that I feel a hardness against my belly. I gasp and slowly pull away in surprise at the growing bulge and he sucks on my tongue as we part. The tear that had been slowly building finally fell down my cheek but he brushes it off with his thumb. He rests his forehead on mine.

“I’m sor-“

It’s my turn to interrupt him as I stop his apology with a tug on his blonde messy hair. I pull his head back with it to expose his neck and I place a gentle kiss on his pulse point. Steve sighs. I feel his heartbeat on my lips, his scent musky with sweat and smoke fills my senses. He’s all around me and all over me. He’s in me. I give his neck a long teasing lick, ending up at his ear. I tug on his lobe with my teeth and he chuckles.

“Have you ever fucked someone on a jet before?” I whisper into his ear, I just know that my voice travelled through him, gracing parts of him I could never physically touch.

He shakes his head at my question. “But I’m about to.”

🖤🖤

smut in the next chapter ✨


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Hiii can I please request a Steve Rogers x adopted daughter reader where she’s a 15 year old mutant with power mimicry (she can copy and use other people’s powers that she mimics) and mind control powers and Fury has forced her to be an agent for SHEILD ever since her parents (as soon as her powers started showing when she was 10) gave her up to SHEILD, so basically SHEILD has had custody of her since she was 10 and have trained her to use her powers and have taken her on missions (being a child she obviously didn’t want any of this and was terrified) and now that she’s 15, he wants her to join the Avengers, but she really doesn’t want to be a superhero (or a spy or agent) she just wants to be a kid and have parents/family who love and take care of her. 🥺 When Fury brings Y/n to the Avengers Compound (after calling Steve and telling him that he has a good candidate to join the Avengers). As soon as Steve meets Y/n, one he immediately clocks just how young she is (that she’s obviously just a child), and he also immediately notices that she does not want to be there at all and looks really uncomfortable, sad, shy, scared, and jumpy. Steve would be angry that Fury is trying to recruit a child, especially one who clearly doesn’t want this and looks terrified, and he’s even more angry as soon as he hears that SHEILD/Fury has been training her and using her for missions ever since her parents abandoned her at 10 years old, he’d point out that it makes them no different or better than Hydra or the Red Room. Steve would ask to speak to Fury privately (Bucky would definitely have a lot to say about this too, and would join Steve) and Steve would make it clear how wrong this is, and that he’ll gladly take Y/n in, but not as an Avenger, he’s fully ready and willing to adopt her and give her a safe, loving, and stable home in the Avengers Compound, as her Dad. Fury would argue about how “important” of an “asset” she is, and this is what would set Bucky off, he would be so disturbed about Fury calling that child an “asset” because that’s exactly what Hydra called him when he was the Winter Soldier, and poor Y/n is just a kid and SHEILD/Fury/The Avengers are supposed to be the good guys. You know Steve (and Bucky) would not back down from this, and would convince Fury to back off and let Steve adopt Y/n. She’d still be pretty jumpy when Steve and Bucky approach her after that but they’d be soft and gentle 🥺 Steve would promise she’d never have to go back with SHEILD/Fury, he’d protect her, and that she’d never have to go on another mission again🥺 And that if she is okay with it, he’d love to adopt her and be her Dad🥺 He’d enroll her in high school, spoil her, protect her, raise her and love her, and he’d be there to talk to her about the trauma she’s been through, he’d be the Dad she’s always needed🥺 When he goes on a mission with the Avengers the first time since adopting her, she’d be really upset and push him away the days prior (because she doesn’t want him to leave or to be left alone) and she’d be such a wreck while he’s gone that Friday calls Steve concerned for his daughter (maybe she’s having a panic attack or something), so he comes back early and finds her crying in her room🥺His heart would break for her🥺 She’d run up to him and hug him, calling him “Dad” for the first time🥺 Bucky would also know how to connect with his niece very well because what he went through with Hydra was eerily similar to what she went through with SHEILD (the only difference being she was born with powers, and Bucky was experimented on to get powers). Natasha (as an aunt) would be so good with Y/n too because if what she went through in the Red Room🥺 Sam would be a great Uncle to her too and her PTSD would break his heart 🥺

Don’t Want To Be A Superhero » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, the Avengers, and Nick Fury

Summary: Fury takes you to the Avengers for you to join their team, but you don’t want to be a superhero. Instead, Steve adopts you.

Warnings: tiny bit of Angst, Fluff, language, mutant!reader, HYDRA and Red Room, child abandonment (reader’s parents), panic attack, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

When you were a kid, you’ve always thought superhero and superpowers were cool, but now, not so much. When you were 10 years old, your parents gave you up to SHIELD immediately after you got your powers from being experimented on by HYDRA and the Red Room. You have power mimicry, which means you copy and use other people’s powers you can mimic. You also have mind control powers. SHIELD trained you to use your powers so you’ll be great when you get sent on missions. When you were a kid, you thought having superpowers would be cool, but it’s not cool at all. You don’t like it.

As of right now, Nick Fury is taking you to the Avengers. He thinks that you’ll be a great use for the team. You don’t want that. You didn’t say anything about not wanting to be a superhero to him so you just stayed quiet.

“Why did Fury call a meeting?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know.” Natasha shrugs her shoulders.

Fury walked in the conference room of the Avengers compound with you following beside him.

“Good. You’re all here.” Fury says.

“Who’s the kid?” Tony asks.

“She’s someone who’s going to be part of the team.” Fury says.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up when Fury said that. He looks at you, studying your appearance. You look uncomfortable, scared, shaking, and shy. He can tell this is not what you want.

“Fury, she’s just a kid.” Clint says.

“A kid with powers who can be useful to the team.” Fury says.

“Can I talk to you privately?” Steve asks.

“I’m coming with you.” Bucky says.

Fury nods and went out to the hall to talk to Steve and Bucky. You shyly stood in the conference room with the rest of the Avengers looking at you.

“Do you want to sit down?” Wanda asks softly.

You nodded and sat down in the chair in between her and Sam.

“What’s your name?” Natasha asks softly.

“Y/N.” You tell them.

“How old are you?” Sam asks.

“15.” You tell them.

Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky were in the hall disagreeing with Fury about you being part of the Avengers.

“Fury, she’s just a kid. She doesn’t want this.” Steve says.

“She trained and did the work. She’s ready.” Fury says.

“Where did SHIELD even find her?” Bucky asks.

“SHIELD didn’t find her. Her parents gave her up to us after she got her powers.” Fury says.

“She doesn’t want this, Fury. She’s obviously traumatized from whoever experimented on her and from her parents abandoning her.” Steve says.

“She’ll be an important asset for the team.” Fury says.

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he cringed at that word.

“She’s the complete opposite of an asset. She’s a scared teenager.” Bucky says, trying his best to not get mad.

“That didn’t come from me. It came from HYDRA and the Red Room.” Fury says, handing your file to Steve.

“She’s not joining the team to do stuff she doesn’t want to do.” Steve says.

“Then what are you going to do with her?” Fury asks.

“I’ll figure something out.” Steve says.

“Ok then. If she does end up becoming part of the team, let me know.” Fury says before leaving.

Steve opened your file and read through it and so did Bucky before going back in the conference room. Steve put your file down on the table in front of Natasha so the Avengers can pass it along and read through it. Steve and Bucky were filled in on what you said while they were talking to Fury in the hall.

“When I was a kid, I thought superheroes and superpowers were cool, but I don’t think that anymore.” You say.

Steve could hear the pain in your voice. So could everyone else.

“I don’t want to be a superhero. Please don’t make me go on missions. I don’t like doing that.” You say in a shaky voice.

Steve and Bucky exchanged looks before approaching you. You quickly stood up out of the chair and back away from them. They stopped walking towards you, not wanting to overwhelm you even more than you already are.

“It’s ok. You can trust us.” Bucky says softly.

“We’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” Steve says softly.

You stared at them for a few seconds before looking at the rest of the Avengers. There’s something about the Avengers that’s telling you that you can trust them.

“We’re not going to make you go back to SHIELD. We’re not going to make you go on missions either. You’re going to stay here and live with us.” Steve says softly.

“Promise?” You asked.

“Promise.” He promises.

You felt relief wash over you. You walked over to Steve and hugged him. Steve wrapped one arm around you and his free hand rubbed your back to comfort you.

———

You’ve been living with the Avengers for a few weeks. It took a while for you to adjust to living somewhere new, but you like it. Steve kept his promise to you. No becoming a superhero and no missions.

After you adjusted to living with the Avengers, Steve enrolled you in high school. He spoils you a lot. Most of all, he loves you like you’re his own daughter, he’s protecting you in every way possible, and he’s doing his best to raise you. He also adopted you, which is the best decision he made in years.

“Hey, kiddo. How was school?” Steve asks as you walked in the compound.

“Boring cause we had finals today since it’s almost the end of the school year.” You say.

Steve lightly chuckles at your response.

He has to tell you that he has to go on a mission later that week. He’s just sure how you’re going to react when he tells you.

“I have to tell you something.” He says.

“Ok.” You replied, wondering what he has to tell you.

“I have to go on a mission later this week.” He tells you.

“No.” You said.

“Sweetheart, I know you don’t want me to go, but I have to.” He says.

“No!” You said again.

You seen Bucky walk in the room and ran up to him.

“Uncle Bucky, tell Steve not to go on the mission.” You begged, tugging on his arm.

“I wish I could, but I can’t, doll.” Bucky says softly.

You whined and ran to your bedroom. Steve sighs softly. He hates seeing you upset. He decided to let you calm down for a little bit. This is the first mission he’s going on since he adopted you.

“Is Y/N ok?” Sam asks. “She looked upset when she ran past me.” He says.

“I told her about the mission and she doesn’t want me to go.” Steve says.

“Aren’t you going to check on her?” Sam asks.

“I’m letting her calm down for a little bit.” Steve says.

After a little bit went by, Steve went to your bedroom to check on you. He knocked on your bedroom door a couple times before walking in your bedroom. You were laying on your stomach on your bed and doodling in a sketch book he bought you the other day.

“Sweetie, can we talk?” Steve asks softly.

“I don’t want to talk.” You said.

“I know you don’t want me to go on the mission, but you know I have to.” He says.

“Can you leave me alone please?” You say.

Steve sighs softly before leaving your room. He’s at a loss right now. He doesn’t know what to do. This is the first time you’ve gotten upset with him.

“How’d it go?” Bucky asks.

“She’s upset with me and I don’t know what to do.” Steve says.

“She’ll come around. Just give her some time.” Sam says.

“I hope so. I don’t like seeing her upset.” Steve says.

You, in fact, did not come around. You kept pushing Steve away as the day of the mission got closer. Steve doesn’t like seeing you like this. He wishes that there was something he could do without upsetting you even more. So when the day came for him to go on the mission, he tried to make it as easy as possible for you.

“I have to leave, princess.” Steve says softly.

You ignored him.

“Can I have a hug please?” He asks.

You still ignored him. Steve sighs softly before giving you a hug and a kiss on the top of your head.

“The mission shouldn’t be that long. We should be back by tonight. Call or text me if you need anything and I’ll come straight home, ok?” He says.

You stared at him and nodded. You watched Steve get on the quinjet. As Bucky was walking past you to get on the quinjet, you grabbed his arm, making him stop in his tracks.

“Steve will be fine, doll. I’ll make sure of it.” Bucky promises.

Bucky gave you a hug before getting on the quinjet. You watched from the window as the quinjet slowly went up in the air and then take off. You sighed before walking around the empty compound to figure out how to keep yourself occupied till Steve, Bucky, and the Avengers get back from the mission.

You were fine for a while, but that didn’t last long. The longer Steve was on the mission with the Avengers, you had a strong feeling that something bad was going to happen to him. You could feel that feeling getting stronger. Your breathing became uneven and your eyes began to fill with tears. The movie you were watching was long forgotten.

“Are you ok, Miss. Rogers?” Friday asks.

“N-No.” You replied.

“Would you like me to call Captain Rogers?” Friday asks.

“Yes pl-please.” You replied.

Friday immediately called Steve. His phone started ringing in his pocket. Is it a good idea to answer his phone while he’s in the middle of a mission? No. It could be you who’s calling him. That’s the only reason why he would answer his phone during a mission. When he got his phone out of his pocket, it wasn’t you who was calling. It was Friday. He answered his phone anyway.

“What is it, Friday?” Steve asks as he picked up his shield.

“Sorry to bother you, Captain Rogers, but it appears that your daughter is having a panic attack.” Friday informs him.

“Tell Y/N that I’m on my way and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He says.

“Yes, Captain Rogers.” Friday replies.

Steve hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

“Is Y/N ok?” Bucky asks.

“No. She’s having a panic attack. I have to go back to the compound.” Steve tells him.

“I’ll come with you.” Bucky says.

Steve informed the Avengers that him and Bucky are going to the compound to make sure you’re ok.

By the time, Steve and Bucky got to the compound, which didn’t take that long for them to get there, your cheeks were wet with tears and you were having a hard time breathing. Steve and Bucky found you in the lounge room. Steve sat down next to you on the couch and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s ok. I’m here now.” Steve whispers.

While Steve was comforting you and trying to get you to calm down, Bucky went to the kitchen to get you some water.

“This might help.” Bucky says softly.

You looked over at Bucky to see him holding a glass of water. You extended your arm out and took it. You took a couple sips of it before handing it back to him. He put it on the coffee table and sat down on the couch on the other side of you.

“You’re ok. Everything is ok. Just breathe.” Steve says softly.

You tried to get your breathing under control by taking deep breaths, which took a few minutes.

“Dad?” You say softly, looking up at Steve.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Steve asks, looking down at you.

“You came home.” You say.

“I did.” He says.

Steve smiles at the fact that you just called him dad for the first time since he adopted you. It warmed his heart. It made Bucky smile too.

“You called me dad.” Steve says softly.

“You’re my dad.” You say.

“Yes I am.” He smiles.

———

“Can I ask you guys something?” You asked Bucky and Natasha.

“Of course, doll.” Bucky replies.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Natasha asks.

“How do you guys go about your day without being thinking about HYDRA and the Red Room?” You asked them.

“I try not to think about it. Even though, the bad thoughts of them is still in my brain.” Bucky says.

“Me too.” Natasha says. “Are the thoughts of the Red Room and HYDRA bothering you, sweetie?” She asks.

“Sometimes.” You answered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Natasha asks softly.

“Not right now.”

“If you do, I’m free.” Natasha says softly.

———

“You ok, kid?” Sam asks as you entered the kitchen. “You look tired.” He says.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” You say, sitting down at the table next to him.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks.

“It’s always the same. My real parents giving me to SHIELD and being trained to use my powers for things I don’t want to do.” You tell him.

“The good thing is that you’re not being forced to do anything you don’t want to do.” He says.

You nodded.

“Also, Steve loves you more than anything. He’ll do anything for you. That goes for me, Bucky, and the Avengers.” He says.

“Thanks, uncle Sam.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He smiles back.

You leaned over and hugged Sam.

“Is everything ok?” Steve asks as he walks in the kitchen.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night cause I had a bad dream and I told uncle Sam about it.” You say.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

You gave him a smile.

“How about you stay home from school today and get some rest.” Steve suggests.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes.” He replies.

“You’re the best dad ever!” You hugged him. “Does that mean you’ll make me chocolate chip pancakes?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course.” He smiles.

“I love you, dad.” You say.

“I love you too, princess.” He almost whispers.

-Bucky’s Doll

[lovebugspots]

How crazy can one man be?

For preface, the reader has the ability over nature. So things like plants, water, growth, healing, light are her powers. Think of a Fairy, and how Maleficent has that like golden dust.

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It was normal to be chased out by a crazed man because of being a mutant, mostly… But what was not normal, was getting chased by two super soldiers, widow, and a bird-like human? No idea.

The not-so young mutant saw them, and sprinted off when the group of heroes started chasing her, little did they know, they got the wrong mutant.

11:26 AM. June 13th.

Y/n was trying to have a somewhat nice day. Just trying to get her weekly shopping done, getting groceries, some new books, new cleaning products and laundry. But before she even got into the local grocery store she heard loud footsteps.

She turned around and saw the group of men and one woman all staring at her. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff. “Earths Mightiest Heroes”.

Y/n knew better then to run, usually.

But this wasn’t the case, Barnes started chasing her so quickly she ran and she heard his rough voice bark out.

“Get back here!”

“I’ll pass!”

She screamed back and started running as fast as she could, adrenaline pumping through her blood as her heart beat quickens.

She pumped her arms and her legs as she dodged the poor men and woman just trying to shop.

“Sorry! Oh shit! Sorry kid!”

She yelled apologetically as she body slammed a kid on accident…She looked back and saw that all of them started chasing her while The Falcon was sin the sky. So, in the heat of the moment she created a bomb out of her magic golden glitter, and threw it up.

“What the fuck?!”

Sam yelled as he descended from the sky, slamming down on the top of the building. He definitely now had a few broken ribs.

Y/n kept running, and unsurprisingly, the only person left running was Bucky. He still yelled for her to stop, but she didn’t. The adrenaline was starting to wear off as she got tired, her lungs hurting and sweat stuck to her skin. Her clothes now felt sticky, and gross.

Bucky to advantage of that and ran up to her and jumped on her, pinning her to the ground.

“Ma’am you are arrested for- oh shit.”

His beautiful steel blue eyes, they now were filled of regret. His pupils small and he got off of her.

“Oh my god…I-I am so, so, sorry. We thought you were…someone else…”

He professed, he got off of her, he helped her up. Y/n…wasn’t happy…

“Excuse me?”

Y/e/c was filled with unadulterated rage, he thinks that he can just say ‘I’m sorry for chasing you even though you aren’t the right person’ and she would accept?

“Did you say ‘wrong person?’”

She spat out and puts her hands on her hips. He grimaced and nodded, he wasn’t happy either, he was ashamed.

“I-I did-“

She cut him off quickly, and seethed out bitterly.

“So are the Avengers after mutants as well?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed and she backed away from him, but her shakes his head and said softly.

“No not at all! I-I though, I mean, we, thought you were Mystique…”

Y/n’s eyes soften at that name, an old friend of hers, Raven.

“Raven?”

“Yes! You know her?”

“Of course…her death was impacting to all.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, his lips parted but he stammered out…

“Death..? She…died?”

Y/n nodded, she walked up to him and said.

“1992, Jean killed her.”

All Bucky could do was nod, he bit his lip and looked up at her. She sighed and asked delicately.

“Why are you after her?”

Bucky sighed, it was private S.H.E.I.L.D information. But she deserved to know.

“There have been reports about a shapeshifter, and the only person we could point to was her…”

He paused then continues softly.

“But her death isn’t in the system?”

Y/n nodded and answered.

“Xavier said nothing, so mutants wouldn’t get more hate then we already do…”

Bucky sighed and nodded, understanding her words. He stood up fully and puts his flesh hand (his right) out to shake with hers.

“I’m sorry about that. But I’m James, James Buchanan Barnes. But call me Bucky.”

He expressed, giving a beautiful smile…a smile that gave Y/n butterflies. She shakes the feeling off and puts her hand in his.

“Y/n Máxima, just call me Y/n.”

She smiles softly, shaking his hand.

Little did she know, he had the butterflies too. Except it was the ones where he wanted to puke from how harsh they were.

“What a beautiful name…”

He mumbled softly and takes his hand away, and he added softly.

“Hopefully I see you in the near future, Mrs. Máxima…”

She immediately missed his warm, and calloused hand. But all she did was smile and said.

“You will, I assure you of it.”

She looked around and when she looked back at him…he was gone.

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Hii this is my first work, not the best, but it was on my phone and I am way better with a computer. I will definitely make a part two when I’m not busy <3

And I will take requests, and such. I can do other MCU characters but I am in the process on working on my blog. So please be patient. :)

Much love-

Ry 🩵

[starkenobi]

Demonic Domination | PROLOGUE

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Sumary: Y/N doesn't classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she's just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it's difficult when you're rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it's cool because it gives her a lot of stories... Until her feet touch New York's ground. It's all downhill from there.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader. platonic!moon knight x reader.

General warnings: +18 romance; angst; fluff; smut; violence; torture; gore; explicit sexual content; not following 100% mcu events; bisexuality; pseudo harem; feelings.

chapter warnings: description of heavy negative feelings.

Hopeless.

She didn't feel anything but hopeless. Yet, she knew how to hide deep inside her. No one around her knew. She walked with a smile on her face, a happy voice, and warm hugs full of support. She couldn't show weakness. No one ever understood her. No one was capable of seeing beyond the act.

The house wasn't really a home. If she didn't abide by their orders, she got a lashing out. Yelling, threats, humiliations, beatings, basic necessities ignored, no money, no kindness. If she behaved like they wanted, she could have a little bit of what the others her age had. For a while, sometimes, she felt lovable.

But everything has a price. Nothing good is really for free. If it isn't money, it's your soul.

She tried leaving that place four times. The first they found the money she was saving and took it. The others were circumstances in life that they took advantage of to bring her down. They kept breaking her emotionally, physically, and mentally. Trying to tame her spirit. She couldn't really die, she tried. Nothing worked it. So she survived and kept fighting a silent battle every day. Pretending everything was fine because no one believed her pleas of help. She worked hard, studying harder. Nothing seemed to flourish. She thought it was a curse.

She was cursed.

And then when she thought she finally would escape that hell hole, she fell sick. They took her to the hospital. Pills that weren't what they said they were. Wires connecting her to machines. And drugs in her veins that left red trails. She wanted to die. She prayed and cried. And she pleaded and begged. But she couldn't die. And something wasn't right.

Everything burned. Everything hurt. Pain so much pain. She never felt that kind of pain, and she was used to different types and levels of pain. She couldn't breathe. Suffocating on despair. It wouldn't stop burning inside out.

Then everything became darkness. She couldn't see anything. Or hear. It was like she was trapped inside a black hole. She lost track of who she was. She forgot their faces, their voices. She forgot the house. She forgot the people who showed temporary veiled sympathy. She forgot the details. She couldn't feel her body. Or think straight. She lost the little things that she tried to call hers. She had nothing to grasp. Nothing but darkness and emptiness.

She became darkness and emptiness.

Then, she was only emptiness trapped in darkness.

For hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.

She wasn't herself.

She wasn't her.

She was nothing.

There was nothing.

The darkness became nothing too.

Nothing.

And then a sound.

And an explosion of light.

"Shh, I've got you. You're safe now."

Light. There is so much light.

Burning. Is that what's called light?

Couldn't see. Light burns.

"Hey, I'm Moon Knight, I'll get you out of here, ok? Kid, can you hear me? Dammit, Steve, I can see she's unresponsive."

It hurts. Everything hurts. And burns. Need darkness. It burns. Outside of nothing hurts.

"Shit. She has powers. Couldn't you have warned us, Konshu?"

No. No. Hurts. Burns. Back. Darkness. Where?

"We're here to help. You're safe now."

Help? What's help? Safe? Light hurts. Need... Something? Darkness. It's too much. Hurts. No. No. Not again.

"I'm sorry, kid."

Back to darkness.

She sighed in relief.

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[djpepitaqueenforpresident]

𐦍༘⋆Mnemonics - B.Barnes

‘The air could not be filled with Winters vocals, but his ears worked better than fine, and instead of hearing someone he could not remember the name of beg in his skull, he listened to you.’

Summary: In which Bucky walks the path of regaining his memories, and he has to figure out wether you are real or just an apparition of hope his own mind conjured up to help him push through the hard ways of Winter.

Warnings: Ptsd, blood, violence, guns, swearing, murder, sad Bucky

A/N: English is not my first language!:) Honestly still dont really know what im doing with this story, but im procrastinating my other fics

Teehee

II

The crack splintered all the way into its core, like an open wound, the blood and the guilt and the sin open bare for anyone to see while the attempts of the poor to keep it together only make it more painful, more real.

The first plank he had successfully revived, hammering another nail right next to the hole it was supposed to go in (he really hoped the shop had given him a few spares, and not the exact amount needed). But this one was beyond lost, and Bucky really doubted the chest of drawers was going to hold it together with a plank less. But ordering a new one also wasn’t an option, since they would have to deliver it to his door again and the shop would see he had bought the same item two times over only a few days apart.

Normally, he had excellent control over his strength. He had to, since he could hardly come back to HYDRA with broken pieces when they had so specifically made clear they needed a harddrive or a person unharmed. Sneaking into places required being quiet, stealthy and extremely careful. Breaking some wooden Ikea furniture because he punched in the nails too hard with his Vibranium killer arm really isn’t something a former super-soldier/assassin does.

Anger was something Bucky had long since learned to ignore. HYDRA happened and time travel wasn’t real. Period.

Didn’t mean he didn’t curse everyone who had worn the organizations name and their mothers. He hated not remembering. He hated hatingnot remembering.

Steve had difficulty with his long term memory, being stuck for over 70 years frozen solid in the Artic did that to ones brain, even one enhanced with the super soldier serum. Despite the missing pieces he experienced, he met life with a chest full of fresh oxygen and eyes full of stars.

Bucky felt his air running thin, and he could only see one star.

A red, sin emitting star.

What made his puny outburst even heavier and more embarrassing, was that he had a companion to witness it.

“What are you looking at?” he quipped, shoving the now useless wood aside. “Don’t you have more cables to ruin?”

The White Rabbit only stomped its tiny feet once, as if to tell him off, before turning its back on Bucky and resuming its thorough inspection of the kitchen table legs. Bucky wondered if she missed her grey haired, feline friend.

The cashier explained the cat had passed away from natural causes. It had reached an age of 21, so it was high time the little bastard left, as the young man behind the counter called the animal, handing Bucky his newly bought, white pet.

It was an impulse buy, one he wasn’t sure had been such a good idea. But, nonetheless, the rabbit went back with him to his appartement. Along with the biggest cage (from the first night it was already clear she did not like being locked up. Bucky knew all too well), and the second most expensive rabbit food, which Bucky let the employee talk him in to, he had walked out of the pet shop with his hands full and heart even fuller.

She did not have a name yet, and Bucky was not planning on taking suggestions from Natasha. Who was very supportive of the idea, telling Bucky he could finally have a real friend, besides Steve. Eggshells didn’t exist for the little creature.

Calling her Bunny was too easy, carrying no real effort and no personality.

White Rabbit was too much of a reach for his mind, which was still too scrambled to give him any form of assurance and certainty.

He had never even read Alice in Wonderland. He thinks.

“You know the story?”

An incoming call from Sam made him abandon his sulking spot on the floor, picking up his cell from where he had thrown it on the couch while giving a last glare at his failed wardrobe.

Sam only called when absolutely necessary, avoiding any volunteered social contact with Bucky at every giving chance. Bucky couldn’t complain, he was the same, Steve the only somewhat trustable bridge between the two men. Sometimes the blonde’s cables wobbled, and Bucky was afraid his only real friend might snap. But, he should know better. Steven Rogers makes the trait stubborn a real life purpose.

So, the super-soldier was already reaching for White Rabbit (he settled on this until he found a real name), whose tiny feet were running away from him. He mumbled a quick, heartfelt ‘sorry’, before closing the cage doors, doing a quick sweep inside her little chambers to make sure she had enough food and drinking water.

With the phone still pushed between his ear and shoulder, he was getting the details from Sam while Bucky made his way outside.

Had he gotten a choice, he’d never set foot near a HYDRA base again. But, alas, Bucky was an avenger now, and his newly given freedom depended on the thread that SHIELD was spinning with the American government and the United Nations. It was a thin piece of fabric and Fury was holding on with his pinky, but the man was persistent, and went out of his way to keep Bucky from being thrown into solitary confinement.

In return for the one-eyed agent’s effort, Bucky was to stay under surveillance and put his spy skills to use for the United States of America, instead of against. Under strict supervision, of course.

“You know the drill, guys,” Natasha’s voice came cracking through the earpiece, “Sam, you got the birds view, anyone thinks they can escape, you make them think again.”

“I’m good, Widow. Keep your attention on our cyborg.”

“I can hear you.” Bucky didn’t think it was possible, but Sam’s agitating breaths were starting to work on his nerves more than the looming HYDRA base in front of him.

“Ooh, it talks.”

Natasha ignored Sam’s quips, instead announcing her entrance with a single grunt, the sound of the door swinging off its hinges echoing through the comms.

He had seen many of the terrorist their locations through his decades of assassination work under the organization and knew most of their tactics and strategics by heart, and was already past the first booby trap when he opened his mouth, “Meet me at the south wing.”

The stale and damp air that clung at the walls was something the Nazi organization brought with everywhere they went, and still Bucky was not used to it. He saw faces of his past in every stain and heard the voices seep through the cracked pavement.

“Widow, what did Fury put in his directive again?” Sam asked, his tone clear of suspicion. “I’m only picking up two heat signatures. Yours.”

“Dealings in unauthorized weapons and possible consultancy of multiple assassination attacks on our dearly beloved chairmen. Your typical HYDRA Thursday,” she answered with unwavering confidence. “James, this building got some secret basement or something?”

“Not that I remember.”

“No offense, but your memory is not exactly accurate.” Sam’s quip cut through his skull, almost as sharp as the cold and empty smell of the building did.

“Offense.” The rusted metal broke easily under his strength, allowing him to shoulder through the next door with an annoyed huff. “Even so, there are three of us. HYDRA might have lost their current main head, but more will always grow. They should have been on us by now.”

“And why isn’t there some irritating alarm announcing our entrance?” As always, Natasha was as skeptical as Bucky. “From what I can see, the camera’s are working fine.”

“So, either these assholes upgraded their anti-hero plans and we just walked straight into a trap, - which I called from the beginning, by the way - or we just got really lucky and the place is deserted.”

Bucky wished it was that straightforward. But, dealing with HYDRA is a snake removing its layers, and taking yours with it.

“Don’t know if you can consider it lucky, seeing the easiest and quickest way to gather intel is via a little good ol’ interrogation.” Natasha responded. “Hacking into their systems will take ages and effort I don’t really want to give right now.”

“And that’s if we can hack into it,” Bucky had to agree with her. He might have left most of his past of violence beside him, but that didn’t mean he picked it up again if necessary. “If they were smart, they would have taken the time to delete or remove their important stuff. This isn’t A.I.M we’re dealing with.”

At least those yellow idiots would mean being home on time for microwaved dinner.

“So, we’re going with deserted?” Sam offered, awfully hopeful.

Bucky wasn’t one to be quickly thrown off his game, his retina’s permanently colored with all the years of his brutal past. Even before being turned into a super-soldier killing machine, he had shaken hands with Death more times than once. War had usurped his way of mind ever since he passed his 18th birthday.

But the crease between his brow grew ever more prominent the longer he stared at the lump down at his feet.

He had to breathe through his mouth to escape the all familiar scent.

Blood had not only painted a river out their noses, but out their eyes and ears, too, like a disturbed ancient fountain found in the crevices of Italy. Blisters like badges of an unescapable fate that painted their swollen skin, signaling they had been death for at least three days.

He knelt down, the red mythical serpent stitched on their chests staring up at him, each tentacle reached out for him, calling him back. Calling their Winter back.

He searched. No entry wounds of any kind. No bruises. No defensive wounds. Poison, possibly.

“Not deserted. Dead.” Judging by his partners voice, these agents weren’t the only ones who had suffered at the hands of Fate. “James, you seeing this?”

“No signs of a physical struggle and no remnants left of whoever was responsible,” he answered back, his eyes already working out the map of the room, taking in every detail with trained precision. “Like they just… dropped.”

“Yo, fill a guy in, what’re you talking about?”

“We found your missing heat signatures.” Bucky stood up again and did one last sweep across the room before turning to the door.

But, his deep frown dented all the way through his skull, pressing an unknown and yet, somehow oddly familiar shape on to his brain. It pulled him backwards, until he was crouched down next to one of the corpses again.

His vibranium hand hovered over the exposed and cold flesh, hesitant in his next action.

With a turn of his wrist, he had the poor guy’s neck twisted sideways, allowing him a look at what he didn’t know he was instinctively looking for.

Charred veins leading from the back of his neck down to his back, disappearing under his dark blue uniform. A tattoo, almost, if it weren’t so beautifully murderous.

“Natasha, check the back of their necks,” he spoke, having just pulled back the collar of the second guy to confirm his suspicion.

“Like lightning,” she murmured back. If Bucky didn’t know her, he would have believed to hear a whisper of awe in her voice. “One hell of a way to go. And all the same, too.”

Another room showed a female agent just the same, slouched awkwardly against the wall. He didn’t bother checking the other doors he walked past, hearing nothing but his own breathing.

He moved around the maze of hallways until he was back besides Black Widow, giving each other a quick debriefing of their finds.

This wasn’t a base he had been in over his forgotten years of Winter, but it still managed to bring back that same cold feeling. Snow was all the same over the earth, no matter what cloud it came from.

There was a constant buzzing in his ears and his shoulders felt heavier than normal. Sam was talking, but his mind was in hyper focus. Natasha responded when he didn’t.

“James?”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine.” Even though his eyes couldn’t quite stay in one place and the breaths falling from his lips were growing in a rapid pace.

The pounding in his ears, he realized, was of his prosthetic, and with a rub of his hand across his face, he removed the image of him ripping it clear off in agitation, instead giving his left shoulder a squeeze to stop the screaming of his muscles. It didn’t help.

“Oh my God,” Someone was sobbing, choking out strangled words. “Oh my God he’s dead. I killed him.”

Wasn’t that the point?

“Hacking it is,” she mumbled in front of him. “Fury better give me a raise.”

He couldn’t recall his body walking him to the control room, but if his companion noticed his abstraction, she didn’t say so.

He didn’t answer, only giving a huff to let her know he was still here.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” Sam complained. “Everyone is dead and I’m just supposed to fly in circles here?”

“Shouldn’t have chosen to be a bird, then,” If there was one good thing coming from today, it was Sam being annoyed.

“You're our wings, Wilson,” Natasha said, smiling at no doubt the same thought Bucky just had. “Maybe their bff’s are coming to look for them, and we’ll need you to ka-kaw us if they do.”

“Aren’t you two just hilarious.”

The creaking of the swiveling chair Natasha had taken a seat in and the box behind the computer showed this was just a back up location, the monitor wheezing like it had just been fed two super sized cigarette packs.

While the red head was impatiently waiting for the screen to start, tapping random keys continuously on the keyboard, Bucky opened drawers and cabinets, leafing through the trash and many papers left behind.

The whole 8 minutes it took for the piece of technology to finally light up and respond to any commands it was given, Bucky was three paperclips, a piece of gum and one hair tie richer, having pointedly ignored the two adult magazines stuffed in the last drawer.

He was fishing out some hopefully promising files out of the carton boxes in the corner, when a deliberate “shit” came from his left.

“What?”

“This is exactly what I was afraid of when I first saw those bodies,” she murmured. “Whoever went rampaging on those agents didn’t leave empty handed.”

He sighed, looking back and over her shoulder at the blank screen. “I suppose they didn’t leave us any leftovers?”

“Nothing.”

“Great. Can we go now?” Their third teammate asked, ever so enthusiastic.

“No, but you might be able to make yourself useful,” Bucky replied. “Either this visiter is stupid, or just didn’t care, because they didn’t bother to destroy the papers.”

“Why go through the trouble of erasing digital documents but not the paper ones?”

“Maybe they’re a climate activist.”

An eye roll was all Bucky gave to Sam’s joke.

The desk was smeared with dirt, falling from her boots and getting spread around the surface every time Widow switched her feet's position.

Every now and then, there would be another case added to the growing pile on the floor that they had made in the center of the room. Everything they thought might hold some clue or prove of what HYDRA was accused of this time.

“Oh my God,” Someone was sobbing, choking out strangled words. “Oh my God he’s dead. I killed him.”

Wasn’t that the point?

The order was to not let behind witnesses. Why were they crying at following orders?

Disobedience?

He is to engage when they grow disobedient.

But the bloodied eyes and black veins of HYDRA’s enemies their corpses was a sign of loyalty, was it not?

“James.”

He snapped his head up at the calling of his name, taking the extended binder from Natasha’s hand. Her feet stood flat on the ground again, her eyes holding a certain expression, a little sad, even, which made him frown.

Opening the cover and skimming through the words, he understood what had produced that emotion on her face.

“What? Why are you two making that face?”

He handed the paperwork over to Sam with a sigh, sharing another glance with the red head.

“Fury thought ‘unauthorized weapons’ meant unauthorized weapons,” he started.

“These are the weapons HYDRA was dealing in,” Natasha finished, enunciating her words with a point of her index finger on the top right of the first page.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sam murmured in response. “Human experiments? I thought Zemo killed the last of the Winter Soldiers.”

“These aren’t Winter Soldiers,” Natasha shook her head, reading through a second file. “They’re… mutants. Genetically engineered mutants. You two ever heard of something called Alkali?”

“Yes,” Bucky answered before he thought about it, because when both his friends asked how, he couldn’t provide them a clear, second answer.

“The name was probably dropped sometime in between missions,” he shrugged.

He isn’t sure.

“Stop.”

The one Russian word he uttered seemed to make its affect, for they quieted down until only their hesitant breaths were heard.

The drops still flowing from the man his ears and nose made for a deformed pattern on the concrete.

He stayed up all night sifting through the numerous documents they had taken with them that afternoon, trying to let the broken pieces of his memory resurface in hopes of remembering.

But, not one of the names printed out in bold letters piqued his interest, and while did they form a somewhat clearer picture than before, its center was still missing.

Only when the sun once again announced the coming of tomorrow did he shove the papers aside and let his eyes close with the swimming of unfamiliar faces through his head.