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Dinner and a Show

Word Count: 6, 638

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a cheating son of a bitch, a very real realization that fancy restaurants charge so much for food, Bucky stealing the show of this fic, and Steve being an impulsive dumb shit lol

A/N: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! (Reblogs are totally okay!) I know I’ve been MIA, so sorry! This is for @anika-ann​‘s 500 followers celebration challenge! Congratulations darling, you totally deserve it and more! Anyways, I hope you guys like this fic, I had a blast writing it! 

PROMPT: “This is one of those moments when I tell you something isn’t a good idea and you ignore me, isn’t it?”

(Not my gif, creds to the original creator!)

It wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t gone on dates before. Sure, it had been a while since the last guy (…Braydon? Brandon?… Steve’s forehead was riddled with wrinkles as he tried to remember the loser’s name), but Y/N had gone on dates before and Steve had been totally fine with those guys. He hadn’t spent any time sulking around on the couch and complaining about couples or romance, nothing like that. (Even if Bucky had insisted that he had). He was perfectly fine with Y/N dating, why wouldn’t he be?? Besides, it wasn’t about Y/N going on a date, it was about who she was going on a date with. There was something about this guy in particular that Steve was just not okay with. At least, that’s what he’d been telling himself (and Bucky) for the last few hours.

“You need to get over it, punk,” Bucky shrugged away Steve’s tense shoulders and furrowed brow, too busy fiddling with his long brown locks to note the annoyed twitch that Steve’s face gave in response. Bucky fingers pulled on the section of hair he’d been working on for the last few minutes, tugging it away from his head enough so he could examine it properly in the mirror, only to realize that he hated it and quickly ran his fingers through a very messy looking braid. “Stupid fucking Sam. Why did he have to volunteer the only evening that I’ve actually needed him?,” the winter soldier grumbled, mumbling out some more choice words before letting out a breath and trying to separate the section of hair into threes once again.

On any normal day, Steve probably would’ve found it oddly amusing how Bucky wanted to learn how to braid his hair. He could’ve sworn that the Barnes sister used to have braids in her hair often and wondered why Bucky hadn’t ever learned from her, though he wasn’t going to mention it to such a frustrated Bucky. Besides, this wasn’t a normal day and Steve had his own worries to pace around about.

“Just ask Nat to do it,” Steve suggested, and even whilst rolling his eyes, he could see Bucky huffing and puffing stubbornly.

“I did and then she told me, ‘James Barnes, if little girls the age of 4 can braid their hair using youtube videos, so can you’. But she didn’t tell which youtube video to look at! There’s so many! And none of the ones I do turn out like that time that Sam did it,” Bucky growled, scowling into the mirror he was sitting in front of. His hands were starting to grow tired of holding up his hair, and his fingers weren’t exactly trained to do these small plaits.

The corner of Steve’s lips turned up at the memory of Sam insisting that he would look damn nice in braid. He even pointed out that a bun might stay better in his hair with a braid laced in. “You look softer this way too,” Sam had pointed out with a smile, swatting at Bucky’s hands when he had tried to stop him from touching his hair. “Stop being a baby and let me show you.” He hadn’t been wrong. Bucky’s hair looked nice in both a braid behind his back and with a bun encircled by a braid.

“How do you know how to braid hair, Bird Brain?” Bucky had pouted, but sat still with his hands in his lap.

“This guy at the VA once brought his daughter because he was going through a rough time but it was his weekend to see her. I told him that I’d look after her while he went to his meeting so we sat and talked about the life of a 3rd grader. She gave me one of her dolls and showed me how to braid their hair. And honestly? She did them much nicer than I could dream of, but it’ll do,” Sam’s fingers had worked effortlessly even through Bucky’s slightly tangled hair.

Now here was poor Bucky on his own, trying to figure out how Sam did it. His fingers got all twisted in the locks and his mind played tricks on him when it came to which strand crossed over next. “I’m doomed,” he whined, finally giving up and throwing himself backward onto the floor.

“Buck?” Steve blinked, watching his rather dramatic friend close his eyes as his head thudded gently against the floor. His dark hair sprawled out around him as if he had just given up on living, and not just given up on how to properly do his hair.

“Hm?”

“Could we get back to my crisis?”

“What crisis?” One of Bucky’s eyes opened and noted Steve’s desperate expression before grinning. “Oh you mean how you’re impossibly in love with Y/N and only ever realize it when she’s going on a date, but you’ve never had the guts to tell her so you just sit and mope in your room while she’s getting ready? That crisis?”

There was a moment of silence in the room where Steve’s eyes glared a hole into Bucky’s rather amused looking grin.

“I hate you,” Steve huffed, going back to his pacing around his room. If there wasn’t such hard ground underneath the wood of his room, there would’ve definitely been a racetrack imprinted underneath him from how often he had traced his own steps round his room. “I’m not in love with Y/N, don’t be crazy. I just don’t understand why she agrees to go out with such… idiots. Like that guy? The one who was some lawyer? Roger? Rupert?”

“Richard,” Bucky interrupted, sitting back up to watch his best friend spiral. Steve spiralling about Y/N was both pathetically sad and entertainingly interesting to watch, he had learned.

“Him! With his stupid smile and cocky attitude. Like wow look at me. I’m a lawyer.” There was a snide undertone to Steve’s words, one he couldn’t really say he had ever heard coming out from his lips before. But he pressed onward with a tight frown, his mind outrightly confused about Y/N’s dating life.

“I thought Richard was actually kinda nice. I mean, he was a lawyer, but the only time he ever brought it up was when people asked what he did for a living,” Bucky shrugged, brushing his hair from his face before deciding to throw the strands into a half assed bun to flop against his neck. “What’s wrong with this guy again? The new guy?”

Steve scowled at the mere thought of

Kyle.

Steve wondered if he could strain his eyes from rolling so hard the 5 minutes that he had met Kyle. There was this air of privilege that just seeped off of him but Steve couldn’t point out exactly why it seemed that way. No one else had been around when he had dropped by with an insane amount of roses in his hand, proclaiming his utmost interest in Y/N.

“There’s just something about you, Y/N, babe. You aren’t like any other girl I’ve ever met,” Kyle’s words came off so smooth, so eloquent, and Steve felt himself actually gag a little. But Y/N, with her arms carrying the roses like a newborn babe, eyes shooting around the room like she did when she was embarrassed, didn’t seem to note that this guy was just too smooth. She seemed… to like it?

“So what? The girl likes to be complimented and swooned,” Bucky pointed out as Steve explained all this to him. “Why shouldn’t she? She’s an attractive girl and she doesn’t nearly get as much appreciation as she should.”

“I know she’s attractive,” Steve snapped, feet finally stopped in their pacing, arms folding across his chest. “It’s just the way he admires her. Like she’s a piece of meat on a hook.”

Bucky nodded slowly, somewhat understanding why Steve would be worried. Normally, he would be right behind Steve’s first impression of people since he had a gut feeling about crazy weirdos. But whenever it came to Y/N, Steve let the green-eyed monster step in for him. “So you’ve told her right? That you’re worried?”

Steve blinked at him in confusion, his frown tightening on his tense expression, “Why would I tell her?”

“Because if you’re worried about her for genuine reasons, she’d believe you. Any normal friend would,” Bucky explained, the smile on his lips turning into a smirk. “That is, unless, you also don’t like him for another reason. Maybe you don’t want her going on a date with someone… that isn’t… you?” Bucky teased and Steve rolled his eyes in response but his childhood best friend just laughed it off. “Come on, you two are practically made for each other. You’ve never had this hard time of admitting that you liked a gal before, so why Y/N? Why are you so afraid to admit your feelings for her?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, hoping he didn’t actually have to answer that question. Lucky for him, he didn’t. A knock came at the door and Steve gladly took it as an opportunity to dodge the situation.

“Hey! Do you mind if I use your mirror? You’ve got better lighting in here,” Y/N beamed, dressed head to toe in her finest outfit. The two boys shared a look before Steve nodded and moved out of the way for her to enter the room, Bucky scooting on the floor slightly so he could sit next to her on the floor in front of the mirror. “Thanks! You’re a lifesaver, Steve! I just don’t want to get there and realize that I put too much highlighter on because my lighting in my room is so different,” she explained, setting down her makeup on the floor next to her and patting down the products onto her skin as she examined her reflection.

Bucky looked over at Steve and jutted his chin out in her direction, eyes widening in their madness to try to get Steve to say something.

“Uh, excited for your date?” Steve asked, and Bucky noted the lack of enthusiasm in his tone. Y/N shot him a smile from the mirror and nodded eagerly.

“I told him I’d be okay with like tacos or something, cause I’ve been craving tacos lately, but he insisted he wanted our first real date to be a fancy restaurant downtown! He told me he wouldn’t tell me which one, just to dress nice and look my best.”

Steve’s lips parted to interject that she always looked her best, but held his tongue noting how excited she was. He could almost feel how his stomach dropped a little, how his insides were twisting in discomfort at just how happy she looked. She deserved to be happy, he reminded himself.

“So he’s picking you up then?” Bucky smiled, leaning against the nearby dresser as he watched her pat some powder into her under eye area.

Y/N shook her head and gave a sort of half smile, “I know, that’s what I thought too. Cause how am I supposed to get there if I have no clue where I’m going,” she laughed, and Steve noticed just how nervous it sounded. “But he’s sending a cab for me! Already arranged it to pick me up in a half hour and everything. He said he wanted to come get me but he had an evening meeting he couldn’t pry himself away from.”

A little whisper in Steve’s ear made him wonder was it really an evening meeting? Or did this guy just not want to drive all the way out of the city to pick Y/N up from the complex and bring her to dinner? If he didn’t want that, why wouldn’t he just pick something closer to the two of them? Steve’s jawline tensed as he thought about what he’d give to intimidate the shit out of this Kyle dude but quickly relaxed as Y/N’s eyes caught his.

“You alright, Steve? You look all strung up. Something going on?” Y/N turned away from the mirror to look at him and Steve had to catch his jaw from falling to the ground. He had watched her apply her makeup numerous times, tonight wasn’t anything different or anything, and she was wearing a dress that Steve had seen her in multiple times… but…. Steve felt his insides lurch a little, almost begging to be the person she was dining with, looking like the most gorgeous being in any existing universe.

“Yeah, Steve, why don’t you tell Y/N what’s bugging you,” Bucky egged on, his eyes clearly trying to send a signal to his slightly stupid and oblivious best friend. Y/N was busy facing Steve, watching his eyes and facial expressions so she didn’t see Bucky very aggressively mouthing out, “TELL. HER. HOW. YOU. FEEL!”

Steve’s lips twitched a little, chewing on the inside of his lip nervously, “It’s nothing, really-” he started, glaring at Bucky for even bringing it up.

“I think Y/N deserves to know how you feel. You know. About this date,” Bucky continued and Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she moved her gaze between them.

“My date? Is there something wrong?” Y/N asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at Steve with those gorgeous eyes of hers. Look at her, Steve thought to himself, she got all dressed up for this punk and he might not give two shits about her.

“Just… don’t want you to get hurt, doll,” Steve finally managed to get out and Bucky’s head tilted back in exasperation, while Y/N gave Steve a smile.

“You always look out for me, Steve, but I promise I can do this on my own. Besides, I kick alien ass along the rest of you. A mere civilian date can’t go too wrong,” Y/N pointed out with a twinkle in her eye. Steve simply nodded to her, trying to force a smile that said really no I’m happy for you.

He cleared his throat a little, quickly shifting the conversation to Bucky’s lack of braiding skills. Y/N laughed at the thought of Bucky Barnes trying to braid his own hair but her fingers moved quickly to pull his hair into a nice bun with a braid looping around it, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek afterwards.

“It’s perfect, Y/N, thank you!” Bucky grinned, smiling ever so innocently at Steve as if to rub it in his friend’s face that he got a kiss on his cheek. Steve wanted to roll his eyes again but Y/N stood up and he held an arm out to steady her as she slipped on her heels.

“Alright! I’m going to wait near the front for FRIDAY to let me know the taxi is here! Wish me luck, boys!” Y/N’s voice was so light and airy, something that Steve rarely heard when they were busy shooting down bad guys or tackling mission prep. He couldn’t help but just wish she would be that excited about seeing him too.

Bucky watched his best friend for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the look of puppy dog love on Steve’s face, “You do realize that she would be that excited and more to got out with you, right?” Bucky informed him, as if he was able to read his mind.

Steve blinked in surprise, glancing over at him, “How would I ever know that for sure?”

“Simple. Ask the girl out.”

It hadn’t been more than half an hour before Steve burst into Bucky’s room, where he had been skimming through some memes the Peter boy had sent him via the Insta-gram.

“Hey Steve, did you know there’s this new app called TikTok-” Bucky started, not at all phased by the bursting of his friend into his room.

“I’ve got a plan!”

There was a twinkle in his eyes, a sort of mischievous glint that told Bucky he wasn’t going to like this plan at all. “What is it?” He asked, almost regretting it as soon as he did.

“We have to protect her, Bucky, she’s too good for most men of this world. I can’t let this Kyle dude take her out when he’s not nearly good enough. So, we have to go there and make sure he doesn’t hurt her!”

“Mhm. Yeah. Except, we have no clue where she is. She didn’t even know, remember?” Bucky shrugged, hoping that this plan of Steve’s would crumble and he would end up sitting in his room sulking until he got the balls to go tell Y/N how he felt.

“FRIDAY can track her phone!” Steve proudly proclaimed and Bucky wondered if it took him all of the past 30 minutes to come up with this ingenious plan. “I’ll just get FRIDAY to track her phone, we’ll go and set up a reservation, try and get seated near them, and just wear disguises and make sure that he doesn’t try anything!”

Bucky blinked slowly, fingers rubbing his temple as he noticed just how rash and insane his best friend still was, as if they were still kids in the olden days, “You do realize how creepy that is right? You want to track her phone for her location, sit near her and just… watch her? I- You can see how that is creepy right?”

He didn’t.

“Hold up, and what do you mean we?” Bucky asked with a groan, knowing full well he wasn’t going to like the answer.

But Steve was already going through Bucky’s closet to find the most inconspicuous looking clothes that were still fancy enough for a fancy restaurant, too busy throwing clothes at Bucky’s bed to answer.

“This is one of those moments when I tell you something isn’t a good idea and you ignore me, isn’t it?” Bucky whined a little, throwing his head back onto his bed and closing his eyes, wondering how his best friend managed to lose all sense of rationale when it came to Y/N.

And that is how, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, dressed in suits matched with baseball hats and sunglasses (“this isn’t how you blend in, Steve, especially at some fancy restaurant,” Bucky had tried to warn him) ended up in line at  

L’ailment,

trying to pretend like they weren’t sticking out of the crowd like a sore thumb.

“Sir, I’m sorry, without a reservation, it’s almost impossible to be seated-” the front of house insisted but Steve pulled off his sunglasses, glancing around nervously.

“Any chance you could make an exception for two superheroes who are good friends with Tony Stark?” Steve begged, practically on his knees pleading to get in.

Turns out, she could.

The lady had another server lead them into the dining area, and Steve quickly asked if they could be seated in a booth that just so happened to be near a gorgeous black dress-wearing girl who was giggling as she sipped the liquid from a wine glass.

“-you have the most gorgeous laugh I have ever heard,” Kyle was saying and Steve had to keep himself from choking on his gag reflex. Y/N laughed some more, and there was a glow to her skin that Steve found himself wishing he had caused instead of… Kyle.

“Sir?” The waiter was tapping Steve’s shoulder and Bucky chuckled a bit, noting that Steve had just been standing there, staring at Y/N and Kyle longer than would be comfortable.

“Sorry, thank you,” Steve blushed, slipping onto his seat and kicking at Bucky’s leg as he continued to laugh at him.

“So much for not being obvious,” Bucky whispered to him, throwing his hat and sunglasses away, much to Steve’s annoyance. But before he could convince his best friend that these disguises were highly necessary on their mission, Bucky had become too concerned with how much the restaurant was charging for food, “How much???? For pasta???”

“Bucky!” Steve hissed with a glare, “Shut up, I’m trying to listen!”

“-looking for just someone to be my best friend,” Kyle was saying, swirling his wine around in its glass. “Here I was thinking that I didn’t want anything serious and then you walk into my life… and I can tell that if I don’t do this right, I’d be missing out on something amazing.”

Y/N’s giggle told Steve everything. That crazy line worked, Steve couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t she tell he was lying? Steve’s hands curled into fists against his thighs, tensing at just how fake the guy sounded to him.

“I mean, he seems pretty genuine. Sure it’s a bit cheesy, but he didn’t actively change the subject or anything and it’s not like he’s avoiding being seen in public with her,” Bucky pointed out much to Steve’s discontent. He waved him off, straining his hearing to hear the rest of the conversation over other people at nearby tables.

“Come on, you can’t tell me that you’re surrounded by good looking dudes who are superheroes all day and you haven’t gone to bed with any of them!” Kyle was laughing and Y/N joined in, but Steve watched as she shifted somewhat uncomfortably at what he was insinuating.

“They’re the closest things I have to family, sometimes I’ve thought about dating members of the team-” Y/N admitted and Steve’s heart fluttered a bit, wondering if she was talking about him��� before it fell at the realization it could be someone else. “-don’t think they could be all that interested in me anyways. But enough about me, tell me more about what you do at your job, how was your meeting earlier?”

“Ah you know, late evening meetings, same old, same old,” Kyle smiled, brushing off the topic quickly and glancing at his phone that happened to be on the table. “Give me a second, won’t you, darling? It’s the office. If I don’t get it now, they’ll just keep calling.”

Y/N smiled at him and nodded, waving him off, “I get it. Work is busy, go ahead.” Kyle grinned in response and took off to the back, Y/N sipping on her wine some more as she was left alone at the table.

“Who the hell leaves a pretty girl at the dinner table by themselves to take a work call?” Steve grumbled with a huff, shifting in his seat.

“You would,” Bucky pointed out with a shrug, glancing at the drink menu. “If the Avengers called, you’re telling me you would finish dinner?”

“That’s different, Buck, we’re talking a violent threat versus some office call,” Steve rolled his eyes, glancing at the direction that Kyle had taken off at. “I’m going to the bathroom, hold on.”

He excused himself, Bucky eagerly whispering in his trail, “What do you want if the waiter comes?” He didn’t answer, leaving Bucky to grumble that he just wouldn’t order him anything. But food wasn’t exactly on Steve’s mind right now anyways.

Steve maneuvered himself around Y/N’s table, quickly hiding himself behind a few waiters and other guests so she wouldn’t recognize him, before swiftly walking to the back of the restaurant. He glanced around near the bathrooms, raising an eyebrow as he caught Kyle’s stature near one of the corners.

Half pretending to be looking at the art displayed on the wall and half pretending to be listening to something on the phone he put up to his ear, Steve managed to duck his face away from Kyle who seemed to be chuckling over something the person on the other end of his call said.

“-I know sweetie, I wish I could be home with you right now but I’ve got this meeting… I know I’m tired of last minute meetings too but I promise it’ll be worth it when I get this promotion,” Kyle was saying and Steve could feel something burning inside of him. “Love you too, dearest. Best wife ever, hm?” And with that, Kyle made a kissing sound to the phone and hung up, straightening out his jacket and smoothing out his hair.

Steve wasn’t sure what came over him but he couldn’t deny he saw red. Here this guy was, at dinner with one of the nicest, most honest, amazing human beings that Steve had ever met in his years of living, and this bonehead had a wife at home? Before he could think through the situation, Steve’s arm shot out, grabbing Kyle as he walked by and slamming him hard into the wall.

“What the fuck, man?” Kyle screeched, eyes widening when he realized who was under the baseball hat. “The hell? She brought her superhero boyfriend around?” He scoffed, wincing a little as Steve tightened his grip. “Damn she must be real good in bed for a guy like you to be all riled up about her,” Kyle chuckled, as if his joking manner would ease the tense situation.

But Steve’s eyes just got darker, “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that right?” Steve wished to god his glare could burn a hole into Kyle, his face going red with the boiling rage running through his body. “She got all excited for this date. She’s been talking about you non-stop and you’re going around two timing on her?”

The sound of Kyle’s body against the wall must’ve surprised some of the restaurant’s patrons, whispers growing louder around them. Steve didn’t need to look around for his peripheral to catch the workers coming closer.

“Sir, please, you’re causing a scene. I must ask that you bring this outside of our establishment,” someone was saying but Steve stood exactly where he was, firm in his anger.

“What’s going on here? Is everything okay?” This was the only voice that made Steve jump back slightly, his eyes immediately catching breathtaking ones that he had always admired. “Steve?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked between the two of them, trying to decipher the situation. “Wh-What’re you… why the hell are you here?”

“Your coworker’s got some crazy anger issues here,” Kyle huffed, pulling himself together and brushing his shoulders off. “Grabbed me for no goddamn reason.”

Steve shot him a glare and almost prided himself on the fact that the boy in front of him winced a little, “No reason huh? You want to tell her who I heard you talking to?”

There was a flutter of fear and guilt in Kyle’s eyes, even though his chest puffed out in arrogance, “I have no clue what you’re talking about, I was talking to my work-”

“Bull shit.” Steve took a step closer to him and Kyle immediately took one back, his back hitting the wall again. Their gazes went unwavered, Steve challenging him to say one more lie.

“Steve, stop this,” Y/N insisted, pulling on his arm slightly. “The hell are you doing? What are you even doing here?”

But Steve ignored her questions, eyes still steady on Kyle, “Tell her. Or I will.” There was a pause and Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. Kyle couldn’t even man himself up to admit what was going on. “Fine. Your date here just got off the phone with a girl who’s waiting for him to come back home. His wife. He told her you were just a business meeting.” Steve turned to look at Y/N, who just looked hurt and confused. She pulled her hands away from the grip they had on Steve and he could see her swallowing down the embarrassment as people shuffled awkwardly to see what the outcome of the situation would be.

Steve felt a quick moment of pride, his ego boosting a little as he confirmed his own suspicions that this was the reason why he had had an issue with Y/N going out on a date tonight. Here this guy was, sleazy and clearly not a good enough guy for Y/N, and Steve had been absolutely right. But almost immediately after the small burst of celebration, Steve felt his heart sink slightly at the look in Y/N’s eyes.

Although her posture was still stiff, her jaw clenched as she looked at Kyle, as if waiting for him to explain that it was all a misunderstanding. That the woman at home was actually his mom or some relative and Steve had just heard the whole phone call wrong. But Kyle just puffed his chest out some more, acting as if nothing had happened. As if he had done nothing wrong. Her gaze then turned to Steve, confusion filling her eyes as she tried to understand why he was even here. Why had he followed her to this date? And for that matter, how had he followed her?

Embarrassment filled Y/N’s whole body and she could feel her nails digging into her palms as she tightened her hands into fists. “Fuck you, Kyle,” was all she said after a moment, turning around and walking quickly out of the restaurant. People gave her empathetic glances as she rushed away but her pace quickened all the more any time she caught their eyes.

“Y/N!” Steve called out to her, his shoulders slinking down slightly as he watched her disappear. People’s murmurs were growing, whispers and assumptions flying to his ears and making him feel smaller than how he was pre-serum. He even caught a few people trying to film the whole situation. A small piece of guilt started to grow in his stomach as he realized how much embarrassment he had just caused. He could’ve handled the whole situation better, he knew that in hindsight.

“How’d that go for you, punk?” Bucky asked slowly as Steve rushed past their table, hoping to following Y/N outside this now claustrophobic-feeling restaurant. Bucky got up from the table, whisking himself away to Steve’s side as the man frantically tried to chase after the girl,“I gotta say, I love a night filled with dinner and a show, but that was terrible entertainment.”

It was at this moment that Steve had not only wished that he hadn’t come in the first place, but he especially wished he hadn’t brought Bucky around. As soon as they had burst through the doors, Steve wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more panicked to find Y/N standing there, tears falling from her face.

“Get the hell away from me, Rogers,” she warned with a shaky voice, her eyes shooting him a glare as she desperately tried to wipe her face.

“Y/N, please, let me explain,” Steve begged, walking towards her and reaching out to her but she flinched away, a stern look on her face even with sobs shakily leaving her lips.

“You ruined everything, Steve, why couldn’t you just leave me alone? You followed me to a fucking restaurant! I didn’t even know where I was going so how did you-” she paused as she thought about it and Steve’s eyes moved to the ground in shame. The anger built up in her quickly than he expected, her foot stomping on the ground in frustration, “You had FRIDAY track my fucking phone? God, Steve Rogers, you piece of shit, I can’t believe you!”

Steve opened his lips to insist that it was for a good reason but gave up, knowing there really wasn’t a good enough reason to explain, “I-I’m sorry, doll, I know I was an idiot. But I couldn’t let him take advantage of you! I knew there was something wrong with him!”

“Then why the hell didn’t you tell me beforehand? Did you just magically have this realization while I was already on my way here? Why didn’t you say something?” She demanded, arms crossed in front of her.

“I-I-” Steve stammered out, his mind suddenly drawing a blank of all those excuses that seemed like such good reasons earlier. “I’m sorry,” was all he could manage out.

Y/N huffed exasperatedly, shaking her head and pacing around on the sidewalk, ignoring all the glances of people passing nearby, “I cannot believe you, Steve. And then to top it all off, when you found out, you didn’t even just tell me privately. Ha! No, you had to show it off, dangle your new found knowledge in my face in front of everyone as if my dating life is any of their business! You had to go shove him into a wall like some macho alpha asshole!”

Steve’s shoulders shrunk as she yelled at him, knowing he deserved it with the way he ignored Bucky’s warnings (and his own conscience, for that matter), “I-… I know I fucked up, doll, and I’m sorry, and I’ll keep apologizing for however long you want. I just couldn’t let you go out with that asshole. You deserve so much better than all these guys you bring around, don’t you know that? You should be with a man who’s so much more than the others. Someone who wouldn’t treat you like a business dinner,” Steve told her, as if pleading for her to see that she was so many leagues better than the rest of the world.

Y/N hesitated, tears still sliding down her cheeks and ruining that perfect makeup she had put on only hours earlier. Her eyes watched him as he pleaded, eyebrows tensing as if in confusion, “Someone like you?” She asked quietly, almost in a mocking tone. Her words felt so harsh in the heat of the moment but she couldn’t take them back once they were gone.

But the scoff that she expected never came. The we’re just friends, Y/N never left his lips. The look in his eyes wasn’t a look of but you’re just like a little sister to me. There was a pause and even Bucky, who was standing a few feet away, was holding his breath as the two of them stood there.

“I-I dunno,” Steve grumbled out nervously, eyes quickly dropping from Y/N’s gaze, which was quickly becoming a look of confusion. Steve fidgeted under such a tense situation, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought about all those times he had just wanted to be around her. Just wanted to listen to her talk about that hobby of hers that she thought no one cared about. How he longed to lay next to her and just play with her hair, watch as she slowly dazed away. Steve could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he thought about her, thought about all the feelings he had pushed down so eagerly from the moment they met. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. I said someone better,” he pointed out shyly.

He wanted her to agree. He wanted her to scoff and laugh bitterly. He wanted that anger that was in her voice so long ago to drown him in his guilt, he wanted her to throw him away so he could confirm the fear that kept his feelings at bay for so long. She couldn’t ever want him, he was being foolish. Look at the guys she brought home, they were normal. Deliciously normal with 8 to 5 jobs and a retirement plan, and here he was. The only reason he was even able to breathe properly without wheezing is because of some serum running through his body. He wasn’t normal, he couldn’t give her normal.

There was a furrow in Y/N’s brow as she tried to piece together Steve’s behaviour and his half-confession. Her eyes moved to Bucky, who was watching with half a smile on his face. The two of them shared a silent conversation, her questions answered by a single nod of his head.

“Steve, did you come out here and follow me because…because you were jealous?” Y/N asked him, still confused. There was a little light humour to her voice because of course Steve was not jealous. Steve is Captain Fucking America. Why would the literal god of all things perfect be jealous of anything coming near her? No, it had to be that he wanted to protect her. It had to be that they were just friends because if they weren’t just friends, then everything that Nat, Wanda, Pepper, and even Tony had said was correct. That would mean that maybe Steve did brighten a little whenever she walked into a room, maybe he did start wearing that blue shirt more often because she had commented how much she liked it, maybe he had bought that way-too-expensive cologne because she enjoyed the scent… maybe all those longing glances across the room, the lingering touches of their hands… maybe it hadn’t all been in her head.

Steve felt his heart start crawling up his throat, clutching at the dryness and making him regret he hadn’t at least drank some water earlier. There was a part of him that wanted to deny it, to throw his heart away as far as he could and insist that no good could come from this. But the look on her face, what was that in her eyes- was that hope? Steve cleared his throat slightly, shifting his weight on his feet as he sheepishly looked up at her, “Would that be bad?” He asked her softly. “Me… Me being jealous, would that be a terrible thing?”

Y/N’s lips turned into a small smile, a gentleness touching her tearful eyes, “No, I don’t think it’d be terrible. Actually, it might be… a good thing.”

Steve’s posture straightened as she spoke, the lines smoothing on his forehead while his heart still beat aggressively into his chest, “R-Really?”

“But this doesn’t excuse your poor behaviour, Steven,” Y/N scolded him again quickly, wagging her finger in his face. “Feelings for me or not, you should’ve told me! You shouldn’t have followed me to the restaurant or embarrassed me publicly!” Steve’s head ducked again as he nodded along, knowing she was right and he really did fuck up a lot tonight. “But,” she smiled a bit, her heart fluttering a little at the mere thought that Steve fucking Rogers was jealous over her dating, “maybe if you keep apologizing and work on that irrational behaviour of yours, we can consider making sure this never happens again.”

Steve nodded quickly, smiling at her innocently, “I promise I won’t ever be this kind of idiot again. I can’t promise I won’t be another kind of idiot, but I promise I won’t have FRIDAY track your phone and follow you on another date every again.”

Y/N laughed at how puppy dog he seemed, eagerly begging for love so quickly after being scolded, “I mean, it would be pretty awkward if you didn’t come to my next few dates.”

Steve blinked at her in confusion, trying to follow her thought process, “S-Sorry?”

“Well if you’re going to take me out, you can’t just not come along,” Y/N pointed out with a small stifled giggle, Steve’s eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Thank fuck, that took so long,” Bucky yelped out from behind them, lazily wrapping his arm around Steve’s shoulders and rubbing his knuckles into the blond’s head, who just groaned and tried to shove him off. “Honestly, next time at least feed me if you’re going to take this long. Can we go home now? I’m seriously hungry for some pasta that’s not going to cost me a second mortgage.”

“Do you even have a first mortgage?” Steve asked with confusion and Bucky swatted at his head quickly, insisting that that wasn’t the point.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she watched the two, biting down on her lip as Steve met her eyes and smiled that same heart-melting smile. After climbing into a cab that she had waved down, Bucky told the story of tonight’s events from his own perspective (exaggerating details, Y/N was sure of it). She knew one day she would laugh at how impulsive Steve’s thinking was, but for right now, she was just happy with the fact that he had taken her hand in his as they drove home.

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Hi hello, just a quick other author’s note to big a huge thank you to @wxstedhexrt​ (aka the love of my life). Thank you for always reading my fics and being excited about my writing, thank you for helping me when I’m stumped and for giving me the title of this fic. Thank you for being fucking amazing and the best human ever <3 I really don’t know if I would’ve put this out without you so thank you so much <3

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honeypot // bucky barnes

↳ summary: you and bucky’s relationship is unhealthy and you both know it, though that doesn’t stop either of you from craving more

↳ relationship: bucky barnes x reader

↳ word count: 5.3k 

↳ warnings: very light explicit smut, angst angst angst, mutual pining, lots and lots of swearing, some humor, some very mild mentions of blood/gore and murder, mentions of alcohol, and some fluff too

↳ author’s note: me? writing bucky?? this was written for @anika-ann ‘s 500 celebration challenge - sorry this took so long but congratulations! the prompt is highlighted in bold; enjoy my loves! x

You’re the jewel in the crown of the party, all supple skin and pretty lips with diamonds around your throat and crystals in your eyes. It’s hard to ignore the way that you sparkle and shine underneath the soft lights of the ballroom, long eyelashes brushing your skin and even longer nails smoothing down the invisible creases on your dress. You revel in the way that all of these pairs of eyes drink you in faster than the way they swallow their champagne, delicate flutes of liquid gold passed around carelessly between millionaires and moguls who let nectarous bubbles and tangy aftertastes cloud their conscience.

But yours is clear; you can’t keep your mind off the way that the pale golden satin of your dress falls against your soft skin, thin Swarovski-studded spaghetti straps holding up the steep cowl neck of the expensive fabric that’s been paid for entirely by Tony. The material clings to every dip and curve of your body - before you left, Sam, with a mischievous grin on his face, made sure to whisper in your ear that it looks like a very expensive hug and that made the bells of your laughter ring throughout the compound. It brushes the floor ever so slightly as you float through swathes of people, carefully running your eyes across their alcohol-induced grins all while a dazzling smile of your own is plastered to your face. 

“Alright, babycakes,” Tony’s voice sounds through the comms in your ear and the corners of your glossed lips quirk up into a small smile. “Everything set?”

“All good here, Tones,” you reply discreetly, lips moving almost indistinguishably as you flutter your eyelashes at a curiously familiar passerby, his salt and pepper hair pushed away from what is admittedly a very handsome face. Eyes greener than freshly cut apples give you a thorough once over and you hide your smirk behind a sip of rosé when you feel the heat of his gaze linger on your cleavage and the curve of your ass. You brush past him carefully, slow enough for him to be able to catch a whiff of peach and patchouli, and you don’t even have to look back to know that he’s turned his head to watch your hips sway back and forth as you walk away from him.

“Bucky, are you in position?” Steve asks the same moment that you meet his baby blues from across the room, and you have to take a beat to appreciate the way that his perfectly pressed black tux frames his body. The thickness of his facial hair has been shaved, exposing the defined lines of his jaw and the softness of his skin. His blonde locks have been cropped close to his head, and you can’t believe that this is the same long-haired, bearded man that you went to watch Hamilton with last week. When he notices the way that you’re staring at him, your best friend grins bashfully, a rosy wash coloring his milky skin. 

A trail of fire burns your spine and you have to bite your lip to prevent your face from splitting in half, feeling a wash of green settle on your skin and seep through your pores. You glance over your shoulder demurely, looking away shyly when you meet the eyes of your admirer. He wets his bottom lip as he regards you, tipping his glass to you ever so slightly in a silent greeting and you return the gesture happily, ignoring the way that Steve’s eyebrow has arched in amusement out of the corner of your eye. 

“Bucky? You in position?” Tony asks this time, confusion lacing the tone of his voice.

And that’s when you feel it: a flood of icy blue creeping up on you from behind that almost knocks you off of your feet, a wave so strong that it shakes your entire body. The cold ocean air is so salty that you have to gulp down some champagne to chase away the briny taste that fills your mouth. You’d like to think that it’s Steve, watching your back for any potential danger but you know better. This feeling is reserved for one man alone: an intense gaze framed by sooty lashes that sweep his cheeks, a hard jaw squared at the sight of your dress brushing the bare skin of your thigh as you prepare to sidle up to a stranger, a stranger that should be him. 

Or at least he thinks so. Your relationship with Bucky has been difficult to put it kindly, but tumultuous to put it plainly. You could not for the life of you understand why he was so cold towards you from the moment you stepped foot in the Compound, especially since his best friend, the human embodiment of a ray of goddamn sunshine, had warmed up to you so quickly. You’d tried to be nice time and time again only to see your metaphorical olive branch get snapped in half by the strong vibranium of his arm and the steel in his eyes. 

Once, because it had been bothering you so much, you asked Steve why his best friend hated you so much to which he frowned and then barked out a laugh. 

“He doesn’t hate you, doll,” he let you know. “Actually, it’s quite the opposite.”

And that same day, you’d knocked on the door to Bucky’s apartment and when he’d opened it shirtless and scowling, you took the risk and captured his lips with yours. To this day, the shock on his face is ingrained in your memory, as is the way he took you apart on his kitchen counter only to never put you back together again, forcing you to constantly come back to him in hopes that one day, he will.

He hasn’t yet. Instead, every time he kicks you out of his room after he undoes the strings that hold your body together, you feel more broken than before and then promise yourself that you won’t come back to him seeking some kind of twisted validation: that you will build yourself back up. You’re usually okay for a few days, able to avoid him by slipping through unused hallways or taking the stairs rather than the elevator. But then you’ll see him, golden skin slick with sweat and those pretty eyes stuck on you and you’ve fallen right back into the trap he sets up for you over and over again. 

You compared him to a drug once. Steve didn’t like that. 

He’s seen enough tears roll down your cheeks to know that Bucky’s not good for you but what he refrains to tell you is that you’re not good for him either. Bucky is complicated and while you tell him over and over again that you understand that, Steve doesn’t think that you do. You haven’t seen him hit rock bottom in the middle of the night, silently crying and fighting sleep because he doesn’t want to wake up in the morning. You don’t notice the way that he flinches ever so slightly when someone sets off fireworks outside - Steve has banned them from his birthday entirely but there’s always someone. And he knows that you sure as hell don’t realize how hard Bucky stares at you whenever you walk into a room, nor how quickly his head turns when your name is mentioned. 

But he can’t fault you. Bucky doesn’t let you see him like that.

Every fiber in his body cares so deeply about what you think of him because you’re everything that he’s ever wanted. You make the hard days easier and his dark days, though plentiful, that much brighter and it’s intoxicating and you’re so beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful that he blinks extra hard whenever you show some skin and has to steady his breathing every single time he sees your fucking face, and he knows he shouldn’t keep punishing himself by letting you get so close but he can’t help it. He once compared you to a drug because he doesn’t know how on earth he’s supposed to give up the love that threatens to knock him over the minute he thinks about you.

Steve didn’t like that. 

And so here you stand, your spine straightening forcibly at the feeling of his gaze on you as you twirl your drink in your glass like you don’t feel it. Steve’s more than aware, eyes boring a hole through your head, but you studiously ignore him and take a sip to distract yourself. You don’t want to think about him because right now; you have a job to do and you cannot risk being distracted by a man who doesn’t even love you back. 

“Buck?”

That’s Steve, making sure that his best friend isn’t dead but he knows that he isn’t because he can hear his breathing. It’s heavy and labored as if somebody is sitting on his chest and Steve knows that it’s because his blunt nails are digging into the flesh of his palms. The subtle grinding of his teeth is audible and Steve wants so badly to tell him to stop purely on an impulsive level, but he bites his tongue because he doesn’t know if anyone else can hear it.

“M’here,” Bucky forces out between gritted teeth before sighing softly. Steve can almost feel him relax his entire face through the comms and sighs right along with him. “I’ve got eyes on the honeypot.” 

“Okay?” Tony draws out the word, obviously bewildered from the interaction that’s just gone down. “Sweetcheeks, are you ready?”

The breath in your lungs leaves your body all at once as you refocus your eyes on the green-eyed fifty-something-year-old who is currently scanning the room, obviously searching for something. When your gazes lock, his lips spread to reveal a set of too-white veneers that almost blind you from where you’re standing but tactfully, you smile coyly and sashay towards the flight of stairs. As your heels click steadily against the marble, you hear measured footsteps about five stairs behind you. You allow a smirk to curve onto your face because you’ve got him and you know it.

“Doll,” that’s Steve through your earpiece, “remember to stand by the window.”

You nod, knowing that he can see you and is actively watching you from downstairs. 

“Good luck, lovebug,” Tony encourages you. “Also, please be fast. I’d like to get home-”

“Shut up, Tony.”

“Steve!” he gasps dramatically and you roll your eyes, tuning out the impending argument that you know you’ll have on your hands if you continue to listen to these children bicker.

You’ve made it to the top, putting some extra sway into the movement of your hips and turn a corner down a hallway lined by classic art and a series of ornate sconces that provide a dim, warm light that makes you glimmer like a goddess as you strut towards the dead end of the corridor, towards a huge curved window that you recognize from the pictures that you were given yesterday. 

Sighing, you lean your hands on the windowsill as you hear his footsteps get progressively louder behind you. You didn’t anticipate the rain when you were making this plan, but you think it’s more than fitting to match your mood. While it’s true that you’re stunning and look the part tonight, you sure as hell don’t feel it. Your soul, usually vibrant and colorful in golds and reds, has dimmed into dark greys and blues, the cold hands of despondency choking the life out of you each passing day. 

It’s tiring to have someone consume your thoughts like this every waking second of every single day but you’re around him all the time and you’re sure that even if you weren’t, he’d still occupy so much space in your mind. You want so badly to break down the walls that he’s built so high around himself but it’s hard when you can walk past him on any given day and he can act like he doesn’t even know you who are, especially when the night before he confessed his love to you with your hands tied above your head while his hips slam into yours. 

It’s fine, though. You’ve made it clear how you feel and when you did, he looked you dead in the eye and told you to get the fuck out of his room. That one hurt the most. It took a while for you be okay with that, Steve and Nat and Wanda talking you through it and you had resolutely decided that it was the last time you’d go back to him because you’d never felt pain like that before in your life: a supernova inside of your chest that killed all of the surrounding stars that were beacons of hope in a sea of darkness. 

You were back in his bed two nights later.

But when he’d insisted on holding you for a beat like he always does after he’s done using you, you refused, gathering your clothes and walking back to your room with your head held high and without a backward glance. Granted, you’d cried afterward but that didn’t matter. You’d done it, taken the steps to free yourself emotionally from the clutches of a man who is too complacent and inconsiderate to care about anything, even himself.

What you didn’t know though is that as the door slammed behind you, Bucky let a few tears roll down his cheeks, too shocked to wipe them away because his worst nightmare ultimately came true. You finally realized that you were too good for him and everything that he has to offer you pales in comparison to what anyone else can provide. And you deserve it all, the entire world and he would steal the moon and all the stars in the sky for you if it meant that you would spare him another glance.

That was two weeks ago.

And when Tony, completely oblivious to your situation, had summoned Steve, Bucky, and yourself to the briefing room for a mission, you’d contemplated begging Dr. Cho to fake a way out for you but eventually decided against it. You’ve done enough running away and you’re determined to show Bucky that he no longer has that effect on you. 

Bucky, on the other hand, was mortified but a part of him was more than eager to spend some more time with the person he loves so deeply. It would be an opportunity to work closely alongside you and hopefully rekindle what was so abruptly lost. That is until he realized that Tony planned to use you as a honeypot; then, it was an incensed rage that gave way to crippling jealousy masked by a poker face. 

And as he stares at the way you look longingly at the stormy night sky with glassy eyes, he can’t help the sad smile that grows on his face because you can’t be real: you’re magnificent and headstrong and compassionate and you were all his until you weren’t.

“I’m in position,” you say under your breath, tongue running over your glossy lips and Bucky’s breath hitches inaudibly at the sight, remembering how those soft lips felt on his and then how they felt wrapped around his length.

“I see you,” he replies with a tremor in his voice that he swallows because he means it: he sees you - he finally sees you and until this moment, he hadn’t because he was too afraid to. 

Your eyelids slide shut at the sound of his deep tone because you still love him and you think you always will. But that thought is automatically thrown out of your head when you feel a warm hand fall on your waist, though a part of you wishes that it was colder and made out of vibranium. You shake your head to regain your composure and keep yourself focused on the task at hand. His body presses itself into your back and as he not so subtly pushes his crotch into the curve of your behind, you want to gag so badly but refrain because you have a job to do.

“Beautiful night, huh?” his lips lower to your ear as his other hand joins the first, slightly lower and curving down to rest on your stomach. 

“I think so,” you say confidently, reveling in the sound of the rolling thunder and the brief flash of lightning that glows from within the clouds, thinking fondly of a certain blonde-haired god who still owes you a bottle of mead. 

“Almost as beautiful as you,” his reply is smooth and you laugh despite yourself, knowing that you’ve got him as he traces up the column of your neck with a thick finger. You lean your head to the side to provide him better access as his lips gently touch your sensitive skin, kissing a trail down to your exposed shoulder as he slides the strap of your dress down. A light sigh leaves your mouth and you turn around slowly to meet the breathtaking verdant of his eyes.

“What’s your name, honey?”

He runs his nose along the line of your jaw and you sigh again, running your hands along his shoulders so they link around his neck and your fingers play with the hair at his nape as you spin him so that his back is to the window. You could bother with formalities but you already know who he is so you push him down so that his lips can connect with yours. 

Admittedly, he’s a good kisser but you can’t help but think about a certain dark-haired, blue-eyed supersoldier and how he used to hold you differently: gentler, sometimes like he was afraid that you would shatter right before his eyes. Your target’s tongue slips into your mouth and you moan loudly, playing up your pleasure as he gropes at your ass and breasts like an animal.

“Bucky, do you have eyes on Y/N?”

There’s silence over the comms other than a grunt and Steve wants to roll his eyes but he feels for his best friend, knowing that you’re in the process of seducing one of HYDRA’s highest-ranking members, so he allows it. 

As the man releases your lips from his, you can feel his dick press against your hip as he rucks your dress up, sliding his hand inside the slit that goes up to your leg to grab your bare ass. You gasp and he pulls you further into him, your chest heaving as he plays with the pretty lace of your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he heaves, hands grabbing blindly for the zipper on the back of your dress. You want so badly to roll your eyes because as handsome as he is, he’s evidently very desperate and a little sloppy, definitely too trusting as well. You vaguely wonder when Bucky’s going to take his shot from his sniper position on the roof of the adjacent building but are distracted by clumsy fingers stroking at your core. 

“Such a slut,” he moans and you cringe, not letting him move his hand any further to the side because then he’ll feel the knife discreetly strapped to your thigh and most likely start asking questions that he has no business knowing the answers to. You grin up at him and lean back in for another kiss, hoping that Bucky takes action soon so that you don’t have to spend any more unnecessary time with him.

But then he chokes and your eyes draw together in confusion until they zero in on the clean bullet hole in his forehead. You stop yourself from squealing as a river of blood pours out of his mouth and you jump back quickly as he collapses onto his knees, the life already completely drained out of his eyes as his dead body hits the floor.

Now you’re on edge, the hairs on your arms standing up as tension ripples through your spine. You’d done what you were told, pushed him up against the window so that he was leaning on it and Bucky would have an easy, clean target. You weren’t aware that this man had any other enemies - the briefing should’ve covered that - and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears at the thought that your final moments might be right now.

But he was obviously shot from the front, so his murderer is standing behind you and, for some reason, hasn’t shot you too - yet.

Tired of waiting, you snatch your knife from your thigh holster and get ready to attack, turning on your heel and then promptly stopping in your tracks when you see who the culprit is.

“Bucky, what the fuck?!” 

You throw your hands up in exasperation, ignoring how your pussy clenches at the sight of him clad in all-black tactical gear that hugs every muscle on his hard body, his hair loose around his face as a feral look glazes over his pretty eyes. He blinks slowly and deliberately at you, eyelashes kissing his cheekbones the way that you want to, and your breath hitches when you feel those same white-hot blue flames that light your entire body ablaze. 

The way that he growls makes you shiver but you play it off because he’s risking the entire operation for what?

Bucky stalks towards you predatorily, his eyes stormy and shoulders squared as he clenches his jaw. You open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind again until a gloved hand wraps around your neck, thumb pressing on your pulse as he narrows his eyes at you and tilts his head to the side condescendingly. When he speaks, it’s through gritted teeth and with none of the patience of his golden-haired counterpart.

“If my primary objective wasn’t to protect you, I’d kill you.”

“Me?” you snort disbelievingly because who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? “You weren’t protecting shit, Bucky - and I should kill you because what the shit were you thinking leaving your post and strutting up in here like you’re big and bad? Give me a fucking break - you jeopardized this entire goddamn operation-”

“Don’t speak to me like that or I can guarantee you that you’re gonna regret it.”

“Oh, come on!” you groan, the tip of your nose touching his ever so slightly. All of those strong feelings of longing and adoration you were feeling for this man have been thrown out the window as you continue to spew expletives in your sudden fit of emotion. “You’re such an asshole! I had this one, Bucky, I fucking had him! And what, you decided to screw me over because-”

“You were getting too close-”

“Eat my fucking ass, Bucky,” you sneer nastily, staring dead in his eyes as an unbridled rage consumes you. “That is such horseshit and you know it. I’m a fucking honeypot, for god’s sake! I cannot believe that your ego is too fucking big for you to realize that you’re not the only one who can do a fucking job-”

“Shut up,” Bucky orders, tightening his grip so that his fingers dig into your skin - it doesn’t hurt but you’re not done.

“Fuck off,” you hiss, quieter now because you realize that screaming down a hallway with such high ceilings will more than likely blow your cover. “You ruin every single thing I ever do because you hate me for a reason that, by the way, is still entirely unknown to me-”

“Y/N, shut your fucking mouth-”

“I mean, where do you get off-?”

“He’s fucking dead, isn’t he?” Bucky interrupts, face turning red as a result of your heated interaction and he gestures wildly to the corpse bleeding out on the floor. Your chest heaves angrily because you still have more to say to him and you’ve never been so infuriated in your life.

“Yeah, but at what cost, Bucky? Huh? When you decided to fuck up the plan, did you seriously take a moment to think about the consequences of someone seeing you? You came in here presumably from the roof dressed like that and you expect nobody to have noticed? This is the most reckless thing-”

“Can you forget about the mission for just one second-?”

“Why should I? That’s why we’re here-”

“It’s not about the goddamn mission, Y/N,” he breathes, your lips only inches away from each other as he shakes his head, thumb stroking the skin of your neck so tenderly that you furrow your brow in confusion.

“Then what is it about, Bucky?” you respond, still annoyed but now blinking curiously at him when he closes his eyes and throws his head back in frustration. “Because if it’s not about that then-”

“I didn’t like the way he was touching you,” he blurts out, eyes glued to the carpet behind you where your target’s blood is staining the rug. “S’that what you wanted to hear?”

“Oh.”

It’s all you can say but your smaller hand comes up to grip the wrist of the hand that is still attached to your throat. You told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for this again yet here you are, blatantly back on your bullshit and you have to shake your head a little to clear your thoughts.

“You have no right,” you whisper, not moving your hand but leaning in just a little so that your lips are only a breath away from his.

“I know,” is all he says before leaning in and holding you hostage with his lips and the lightning outside flashes just as your eyes flutter closed, your heart rate spiking when he sighs into your mouth, giving back all the breath he stole out of your lungs when you met him for the first time all those months ago. He caresses the softness of your mouth with the roughness of his slightly chapped lips, the contrast making you tighten your grip on his hand. 

You’ve always thought it was incredible how easily he could tear you apart with just a kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips, asking for permission before you open your mouth to his. The moment he licks into your mouth, his other hand travels lower than your waist to grab the flesh of your ass, pushing you into him so that he doesn’t know where you end and where he begins. The two of you are acutely aware of how right this feels, how safe you feel in each other’s arms even while a man bleeds out of the floor behind you. 

When Bucky finally lets you up to breathe, he presses another kiss to your jaw and nuzzles your cheek with his nose affectionately, almost like he can’t help it. When his teeth catch on your earlobe, he leans in further to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, m’sorry. Didn’t mean to push you away.”

“S’okay.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you forgive him, but you know these past few weeks have been torture for the both of you. Your heart takes flight and the smile that spreads on your face is filled with pure glee, his hand curving around to cup the back of your neck and pull his lips back to yours when a cough sounds from the other end of the hallway. Bucky instinctively pushes you slightly behind him to shield your body with his, pulling out his twin TEC-9’s from the holsters on his sides and pointing them at-

Steve and Tony.

“Okay, sugar cookie,” Tony slow claps, making his way to stand in front of the two of you while Steve hangs back a few steps behind him with a mildly amused look on his face. “Care to tell me why your little boyfriend over there messed up the entire plan?”

“He’s not-”

“I don’t wanna hear it, honeybear,” he scolds you but you can’t take him seriously with all of his corny little nicknames. “You guys really screwed the pooch here.”

“Where even is- oh,” Steve looks for the body before seeing the target face up and eyes open on the ground over Bucky’s shoulder. “Well, okay. At least we got him-”

“We probably shouldn’t have killed him though,” Tony muses, walking over to toe at his corpse casually, hands in his pockets as he nudges his arm with the tip of his five-figure dress shoes. “That’s okay - it was our last resort but I guess that works too. Did you at least get the flash drive?”

‘Uh…” you trail off, looking away guiltily because you got completely sidelined by the man in front of you who smells so good - like pine and musk and something distinctly Bucky - maybe mint but something a little more bitter. 

“I’m gonna take that as a no,” Tony points at you and gives you a look, bending down to retrieve the memory stick from the pocket of the dead man on the floor. “What is this, amateur hour? Anyway, I’m bored, let’s go home. Buttercup, you can tell me all about it on the way back. I need a nap.”

And with that, he takes off, disappearing around the corner and you make eye contact with Steve nervously, worried that he’s going to reprimand you but instead, he just smiles softly. 

“I’ll get the body,” he nods at the two of you. “You guys can head out.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” you kiss him on the cheek and Bucky claps him on the shoulder gratefully, grabbing your hand as you walk shoulder to shoulder after Tony. 

“I meant what I said back there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I really am sorry, doll,” he lets you know, stopping in front of the French doors that lead to the balcony. “I’ve been a real ass about all this. You were right to yell at me and I know I shouldn’t have gotten so mad but… I just- I didn’t know what to do. He was touchin’ on you the way I want to be and it was just hard to watch and- I- shit, I mean- I love you, darlin’, I really do mean that.”

Your eyes start to water because this is all you’ve wanted from him for the past however long you’ve been dancing around your feelings for each other.

“You really hurt me, Buck,” you say, hand cupping his cheek as your eyes dart between his. “I- things aren’t just gonna magically going to go back to how they were before.”

“I know,” he inhales deeply, “and I deserve that.”

“How about we start slow?

His eyebrows draw together and he purses his lips.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You could start by taking me on a date,” the corners of your lips threaten a smile and Bucky nods enthusiastically, kissing your palm. 

“Sounds good to me.”

You can’t help it anymore and throw your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours and basking in the heat of his mouth on yours, passion and desire running through your veins and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. 

The thunder booms outside and makes you jump a little, breaking your kiss, and Bucky tugs you into his chest before lifting you off your feet, your legs around his thick waist and his even thicker arms supporting you from the backs of your thighs. You giggle happily, drunk on love and euphoria.

“Maybe Thor’ll have to join us,” Bucky jokes, watching another bolt of lightning shoot through the sky. “He doesn’t seem too happy.”

“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’, burying your face in his shoulder. “I’m all yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“...God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get home-”

“Bucky!”

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Arguments and Revelations

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: An argument with Bucky’s latest fling throws some uncertainty on your relationship with Bucky

Warnings: Language, a little bit of angst and fluff

Word count: 1.9K

A/N: (Gif not mine) This is my entry for the lovely @anika-ann​ 500 celebration challenge. I used the prompt “You are such a bitch!” “Takes one to know one, sweetheart!” I altered the words slightly to fit. This one was fun to write, not as fluffy as normal but I do enjoy writing a good argument!

Not beta read, any mistakes are my own.

Reblogs and feedback are most welcome, so let me know what you think x

Masterlist

xxx

“Hey Y/N, we still on for tomorrow?” Bucky called over as he walked to the fridge.

“Mmmm,” you nodded with a mouth full of cereal.

“Enjoying that?” he aimed at you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, you have good choice in cereal.”

His eyes widened in shock and he slammed the fridge for dramatic affect and turned to face you. “My cereal, you are such a dick!”

“Takes one to know one, pal!” you shot back with a smug look on your face.

“Bucky baby?” a voice whined from the corridor. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you turned your attention to your cereal in front of you.

Bucky let out a small sigh just before a petite blonde woman strolled in wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts that only just covered her bum.

Her eyes flicked to Bucky and then to you.  She clenched her jaw and threw you a fake smile which returned with a raise of your eyebrows.

“Babe, I missed you,” she pouted and wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck and stood on her tiptoes so she could lean up and kiss Bucky. The view you got as she did this was not one you appreciated.

“I was just talking to Y/N about tomorrow night,” he offered calmly.

“But I thought we could,” she walked her fingers up his chest and bit down on her bottom lip “you know, hang out tomorrow night.”

“We already made plans,” his hand fell to the small of her back, encouraging her to rest back on her feet, he sent you an apologetic smile.

She looked up at him and realised he was looking at you. “But baby I want to spend time with you.” You could hear the irritation in her voice.  All you wanted was to eat your breakfast in peace but Lisa, or bitch-tits as you had named her, was scowling at you.  Why did Bucky have to go for women with very little between their ears?

“Look I’m sure we could rearrange.” You proposed.

“Thanks,” bitch-tits said in a fake sweet voice.

Bucky let go of her and turned to you, “doll, no we are not rearranging.”

“Doll? Are you kidding me right now?” bitch-tits was seething, she took a step back from Bucky and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Lisa, I call everyone that?” Bucky ran his hand through his hair.

“Not me you don’t. Do you know what? It all makes sense now.” You felt like you were witnessing something you shouldn’t. Quietly you tried to sneak out but she rounded on you. “Oh no you don’t get to leave.”

Lisa looked like she had just had a lightbulb moment, she took a step towards you. Automatically you took a step closer to her, daring her to try something. There was nothing you wanted more than to punch her annoying face.

“Lisa leave Y/N out of this. Why don’t we go back to my room and talk about this?” Bucky was pleading now.

Her head snapped round to him and pointed at him accusingly.  “Umm, I don’t think so. She’s the one, isn’t she? She is the one you told me about when we first met, the friend you’ve got feelings for-,” she spun to face you “-and you. I can tell by the way you look at him that you obviously have feelings for him too.”

Bucky looked mortified and you were pretty sure that your mouth had hit the floor. You couldn’t believe that bimbo had been that perceptive, even Nat hadn’t sussed out how you felt yet. Bucky’s mouth kept opening and closing as he tried to form some words. His panic filled blue eyes briefly locked on yours before tearing his gaze away to look at Lisa.

“I will take your silence to mean I’m correct?” She aimed at Bucky. When he still stayed quiet she scoffed and with a final glare at the pair of you, stormed off.

Neither you nor Bucky spoke, both still reeling from being outed unexpectedly. You climbed back onto the stool, placed your elbows on the counter and rested your chin on your hands. Bucky was stood with his metal hand resting on his hip, pinching his nose.

“Doll, I –,”

“Buck –,“ Both of you started to speak at the same time. The pair of you laughed nervously and then Bucky gestured you to continue.

“Maybe you should go after her?” You didn’t want him to leave but it was the right thing to do.

He blinked a couple of times as your words sunk in. “Yeah I probably should.” He took a deep breath and sent you an apologetic grimace before heading off down the corridor back to his room.

xxx

For the rest of the day you hid in your room, replaying what bitch-tits had said, well yelled, at you and Bucky. You had spent a lot of time with him; he was your partner on most missions and other than Steve, you were the one he sought out and spent time with. You had reintroduced him to the modern world, caught him up on all the best music, movies and books from the last few decades. At times you wondered if you and him could ever be more than friends but then he started dating every woman under the sun. These women were the polar opposite to you, confirming, in your mind, that nothing would ever happen between you; clearly you weren’t his type.

That didn’t stop you developing feelings for him though. The time you had spent with Bucky made you realise that he was everything you could want rolled into one; you shared a similar sense humour, was kind, caring, and not to mention breathtakingly handsome without even trying. But you kept your feelings under control, not wanting to risk such a valuable friendship. It seemed impossible to imagine a life without Bucky in it, if that meant having to hide how you really felt then it was worth the ache you felt every time you saw him.

xxx

Back in Bucky’s room tensions were high. Normally he made a conscious effort to avoid confrontation, unless it was on a mission. But Lisa definitely wanted an argument, she was pissed, which to be honest he could understand. He had outlined when they first met that he wasn’t looking for anything too serious because he had feelings for someone else, he was just looking for a distraction and Lisa was more than willing to help. However, he had let this arrangement carry on longer than he should, Lisa had taken that to mean that Bucky wanted something more serious. He did, just not with her.

After Lisa had got the anger out of her system she calmed down. She quickly changed and packed up the few things that she had left in Bucky’s place during the few weeks they were seeing each other. Bucky apologised profusely for any pain he had caused her but subtly reminded her that this was never really anything more than sex for him. He understood how that made him look, but he couldn’t commit himself to a real relationship because it wouldn’t be fair to the other person, not when he was in love with you. He was just too much of a coward to do anything about it, you were too important to him to lose.

“You two should talk to each other. Y/N definitely feels something for you, she always looked sad every time I showed up,” Lisa turned to him from the door.

“Um thanks, I am really sorry Lisa,” he sighed from where he was sat on the bed

“You did warn me. Doesn’t mean it feels any less shitty. Bye Bucky.” She didn’t spare him another glance before leaving and closing the door behind her.  

Bucky flopped back onto his bed and let the events of the last few hours sink in. He thought back to this morning where Lisa had exposed his feelings for you. You had looked shocked but not disgusted and a small part of him was hopeful because you hadn’t outright denied her accusation either. Not that there was much time to. Bucky hated the uncertainty now hanging between you two, he couldn’t just leave things as they were. He had to talk to you.  

xxx

“Come in,” you shouted in response to the soft knock at your door.

The Bucky that stepped in was not one that you had seen in a while. He looked nervous and so unsure of himself. To be honest it mirrored exactly how you were feeling.

“Are you ok? How did it go with Lisa?” No matter what you felt for him you wanted him to be happy, if Lisa made him happy then so be it.

“We’re over, to be honest Y/N we weren’t really ever together properly,” Bucky took a seat next to you on the sofa.

“Oh, I just thought-,” you concentrated on keeping your face neutral, your natural reaction was to smile.

“We had a fairly crude arrangement, it’s not something I’m proud of. It was a distraction,” Bucky couldn’t look at you, he couldn’t bear to see the disgust on your face.

“We all need distractions Buck, our job isn’t the easiest thing to switch off from,” you shifted closer to him and placed your hand on his thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Um it’s not the job Y/N.” He turned to look at you. “It’s you.”

“Me? I don’t understand,” your voice was wavering slightly as you tried to keep calm.

“I didn’t want to lose you Y/N, you mean too much to me,” his eyes were shining now as tears started to form.

“You won’t ever lose me Buck. I’m not going anywhere.” Letting go of his thigh you took his hand in yours, your thumb running over his knuckles.

“I love you Y/N. I can’t picture a life without you in it. I completely understand that you don’t feel the same way and if you don’t want to be around me anymore then-.“ You placed your free hand over his mouth to stop him rambling and turned him to face you properly.

His brows furrowed in confusion as you removed your hand from his mouth and smiled softly at him. “You love me?”

His rolled his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded at you. “Yeah, pretty much have from the moment you sat me down to watch Ferris Bueller’s day off, maybe even from the first time you spoke to me. You treated me like a proper person, not some broken thing.”

The way he was looking at you made your heart break; the man was so clearly expecting you to reject him. “I love you too you know. How could I not? You’re my best friend, nothing will ever change that but I want more. With you.”

“You mean it?” Bucky whispered as if saying it any louder would make it untrue.

“No, I’m kidding,” you mutter sarcastically.

“You’re so annoying sometimes you know that?” Bucky grumbled.

You chuckled, “I know but you love it really.” Bucky shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Damn right I do doll,” he grinned.

“So, what you going to do about it?” you teased.

His eyes darkened ever so slightly at the challenge. “You might regret that Y/N.”

You leaned towards him, your lips mere centimetres from his. “Hmmm I don’t think I will.”

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[elysianecho]

Steve Rogers is a Klutz™

Summary: Getting shot by mobsters and finding Captain America and Spiderman on a roof in the span of one week is weird. 

Getting shot, meeting two Avengers, getting helped by one of those Avengers, and then meeting the rest of the gang?

"What is my life coming to?”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x cop!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some blood, reader being stalked, mentions of gunfights, people falling off ladders. I think that’s everything? Let me know if I’ve missed something!

Word Count: 6593

A/N: This is might make it on time. This is a smidge late. I’m SOOOOO sorry, Anika! Please forgive me. Life is dumb. 

Anyway! This is for @anika-ann​’s 500 Celebration! You rock, girl! My prompt was: 

“Say something so we know you’re okay!” “Ow.” 

It will be bolded in the story.

This is a hot mess but: Enjoy!! :D

~~~~~

Why was he here again?

“Okay, so, there’s been these guys that have, like, lasers and bombs and stuff—”

Oh, yeah. 

Steve watched as Peter explained what the latest baddies had been up to in Queens. Judging by the amount of arm waving Peter was doing, he was explaining through interpretive dance. He was in fact, listening to Peter, but he was also keeping an eye on their surroundings. According to Peter, the baddies were supposed to hit a bank near here tonight. 

“Listen, kid, ya gotta analyze what’s going on around you before you start to jump in. Otherwise you’re gonna miss—” 

“Like that door opening?” Peter said, pointing. Steve raised his shield and looked to the roof access door to see a woman step through it backward. She turned and stopped when she saw them. In all honesty, it wasn’t hard to miss Captain America and Spiderman on an empty rooftop.

She blinked at them. She held two brown glass bottles in one hand, a book and bag of chips  in her arms, and her phone was lighting her shocked face. 

Steve lost most of the ‘choose-your-fighter’ stance, lowered his shield, and extended a hand to show they meant no harm. Peter was muttering under his breath and looking from the woman to Steve. 

“I didn’t see anything. I didn’t hear anything. And I don’t smell anything either,” she said, removing an earbud, “Imma sit right over there and enjoy the sunset.” She moved to a corner and set her things down. Steve noticed a wince as she stood straight and pulled a folding lawn chair from a crevice and set it up. 

“What do you mean you don’t smell anything?” Steve asked, finally finding his voice in this weird situation. 

She sat down slowly, wincing, twisted the cap off a bottle and took a swig before she grinned at him. He expected alcohol, but the scent of sassafras hit his nose instead.

“Here’s a tip, Spidey,” she said, looking at Peter, “a little cologne goes a long way.” She popped a chip in her mouth and swung one foot at a time on the chair to get comfortable. 

Steve looked to Peter who was...smelling his armpit? He hadn’t even realized he was wearing an overabundance of cologne; the kid spent so much time at the Compound anymore it was just—. Steve sighed. It was normal. Great. A supersoldier got so used to someone wearing so much fragrance he became nose-blind to it. But a civilian? Who just happened upon them one night? No problem. 

“Also, friendly tip: if you’re gonna keep your ‘secret identity’,” she said with a wide grin and exaggerated air-quotations,  “a continuing secret, wear a different cologne when you’re in the suit.” Steve grabbed Peter by the shoulder and pushed him toward the far side of the roof. 

“If you’ll excuse us, ma’am,” Steve said, nodding to her. She gave a two-fingered salute and an ‘aye-aye, Cap’n’ as the two moved their position. 

~~~~~

It was three days later when Steve was trying to take a walk through the town that he got an odd feeling he was being followed. He and Peter had taken care of the guys they were after: low-level crooks with high-level weapons. A very bad mixture in Steve’s mind.  

But now, he didn’t sense danger necessarily, he didn’t hear anything menacing, and it wasn’t like it was a flock of teenagers following him again. That he could hear a mile away over rush hour traffic. Plus, the beard and longer hair helped him blend a bit more.

He kept his stride and turned down an alley to take a couple shortcuts to see if his tag-a-long could keep up. Two minutes later, down this alley, back onto the main street, and down another alley, the feeling was still there. Turning once more, he backed up against the wall and waited. Once his follower got close enough to the corner, he snatched them, forcing them against the wall. 

This was something he didn’t expect. 

A gasp, the sound of boxes falling, paper crumpling, and a wry smile followed by: 

"Well, hello to you, too, handsome."

Her again.

"Why are you following me?" he said, moving his hands over her sides and down her thighs. Call him paranoid, but two years on the run will do that to you. 

"Gun and permit are on the waistband," she said, her hands halfheartedly raised. She spread her legs, just to see how far Captain America would go to pat down a woman carrying her groceries. 

Which he finally took notice of when he had to move a bag of green beans to lift her pant leg.  She bit back a groan when he brought his hands up to her sides again and around to her back. 

She had to admit, of all the pat downs she's had in her career, this had to be her favorite: Exceptionally attractive man? Check. Very smooth, deep voice? Check.  Warm, rough hands that weren't too rough while gliding down her thighs? Check and check.

Ever since the pardon, Steve Rogers remained a sort of enigma. He still went on missions, which she witnessed just the other night, but he had pulled so far back from the PR world that people were trying to figure out if Captain America was the same person.

Steve ran his hands along her back and found the gun on her waistband and— 

"You're a cop," he said, exasperated, holding up her badge. She let her hands fall, smirk still on her face. "Why are you following me?" 

"Well, I was out getting groceries, which you probably smashed the eggs, by the way, thanks for that—" she said, taking her offered badge back. 

"Why is an off-duty cop getting groceries following me in broad daylight?" Steve asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Because I really just wanted to stare at your ass—I'm being followed, you doofus,"she hissed at him. 

"What?" Steve was instantly on high alert, listening more closely to passersby on the main street and all around. He chanced a peek around the corner to see if anyone had followed her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Why didn't you just call for back up?"

"Long story," she said looking around as well. She pulled back when she saw people round the corner, only to be caged in by tree-trunk arms from an annoyed Avenger. 

"I've got time."

"I don't," she said, staring at him incredulously. 

Steve Rogers was one cocky little shit. He had the nerve to lean on his forearms, prop one elbow on the wall to rest his head in his hand, and cross his legs at the ankle. His face and body just inches from her own. God, he smelled amazing.

Late June was hot. Late June plus very close proximity to a very stubborn, very attractive supersoldier? She may as well be on the surface of the sun. She took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled slowly to calm her heart rate. 

"Come out, come out, Queenie. We know you're there." 

The sing-song voice came just around the corner from where she and Steve were standing. 

Her heart rate didn't stand a chance of slowing down. 

Steve's brow furrowed, and he regained some of his earlier tension. He watched her eyes widen and flit back and forth. It almost looked like a plea for help, but her gaze hardened; she was planning something. Probably something stupid. 

He pulled his phone out and set up the camera. Taking a picture— albeit blurry, sue him—he held it up for her to see. There were ten men looking around every corner, behind every doorway. 

She ran a hand down her face. There had only been four when she last saw them. They were getting smarter. 

She opened her eyes when the temperature dropped. Steve had moved back and was looking around the alley, formulating his escape plan. She reached for her gun, but his hand caught her arm and he shook his head, putting a finger to his lips as the men called out for her once more. They were getting closer. 

He pulled her further down the alley, groceries forgotten, both of them trying to be as quiet as possible. He stopped when he reached the fire escape and cupped his hands, eyebrows raised asking: you ready?

Oh Lord, she had to put her hands on him?

If she wasn't looking at him, she never would've heard his whispered, "Hey!" She shook her head and put her foot in his hands and one hand on his shoulder. 

Is this what it feels like to fly? He lifted her like she was nothing and she barely had to pull herself onto the fire escape. Though the stitches in her side still pulled and she bit her lip to stop the hiss of pain. 

Steve backed up to the opposite wall and took a running jump. His foot barely touched the dumpster, and somehow he managed to not make a sound when he landed on the escape. 

He just smirked and shrugged when he saw her bewildered face. She rolled her eyes. 

The voices were louder now, triumphant: they found her groceries. She silently mourned her ice cream as she and her cohort climbed. 

The rig was old and even though Steve wasn't making a sound, the metal was. He grabbed her elbow five stories up, making her stop. He had his finger to his lips again, then pointed below them. 

"I know you're here somewhere, Queenie, I just wanna talk to ya," one man said, adjusting his cuff links. He was the best dressed of all of them but Steve could see the outline of a gun in his suit jacket. 

"C'mon, ya don't wanna play with me anymore?" he said, as his men were still searching below and further on.

This guy was starting to creep Steve out. He still had no idea what this woman had gotten herself into, but the saccharine tone of his voice made him sick. 

"I'm real sorry, I hurt ya, sweetheart. I promise, I won't do it again," he was finally moving on from the alley along with his posse. 

They stayed still for another moment while he was still in view at the mouth of the alley. He stood looking out at the main street with his hands in his pockets. 

Steve motioned for her to continue. They were one flight away from the roof when Back in Black started blaring from Steve's phone. 

He scrambled to turn it off, but when he pulled it out of his pocket with such panicked force, it slipped. Right out of his hands and down. Clanging on the rail and singing all the way down to shatter on the unforgiving concrete below. 

He heard her move up the last flight, while he just cringed staring down at the broken pieces. Tony was going to kill him.

Great.

 The suit had walked over to investigate. And he looked straight up at Steve. 

Great.

"Hey! Sorry 'bout that! Butterfingers, ya know?" he said, waving, "Can ya do me a favor and just toss it in the nearest can? The wife's gonna kill me if I don't finish dinner." 

The suit just stared at him, disgusted. He reached in his jacket and Steve prayed that his companion had made it to the roof. He brought a pack of cigarettes out and lit one, walking away from the broken pieces. 

"Hey, thanks, pal!" Steve said, turning and taking the last flight two stairs at a time. He hopped over the ledge and found her on her back, hands on her face in annoyance, and a red spot on her side. 

"Are you bleeding?!" he asked, rushing to her and landing on his knees. He scanned the rooftop and the adjacent buildings looking for a sniper. What kind of trouble was she in, anyway?

"Am I?" she moved her hands and sat up. Her breath hitched and she laid back down. "Ah, yup, stitches probably ripped."

"Can I?" he said, gesturing to her shirt. She waved a dismissive hand and he slowly pulled her shirt up. She was right: the stitches under her breast had ripped and what he could safely assume was a bullet wound, was bleeding again. 

"There goes the bra…" she muttered, rubbing her temple, "and it was a cute one too."

Steve shrugged a shoulder as he reached in his back pocket for a handkerchief. He glanced around at the nearby roofs once more before turning back to apply the cloth to the wound. She was staring at him. Smirking.

"Did you just...agree that my bra was cute?" she asked, her smirk turning into a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners.

His gaze dropped to her wound again, brow furrowed, as he put pressure on the wound. A low hiss escaped her, but it was quickly replaced by the same grin. 

"Hmm. The eyebrow quirk and head tilt said you did. Name's Y/N, by the way," she said, getting him to glance at her. His hair was falling in his face and she couldn't help but think it just made him look extra handsome. "Figured you should know mine since I already know yours."

"Thought it was 'Queenie'," he said, a small grin playing on his face. The grin fell when her gaze hardened. 

"He shouldn't know it," she shook her head and ran a hand down her face. Before Steve could question, she waved his hand away from her side. She tucked part of the cloth under her bra and sat up with the help of Steve's large hand on her back. 

Steve moved back to give her some room before he asked, "What do you mean he shouldn't know it?"

"I dressed up one Halloween as a character named 'Queenie' and now that's what my whole precinct calls me. No one else calls me Queenie," she said.

Steve listened as she explained that she had been assigned to this particular precinct. Apparently due to suspicion that one or many of its members had close mob ties. Now she had proof, but no clue who to look for. 

They sat in silence for a moment before Y/N squinted and pointed over Steve's shoulder. 

"Hey, isn't that your buddy Iron Man?" 

Sure enough, it was. Steve turned back to face Y/N and just raised a hand in a lazy wave and sighed like an exasperated teenager about to get scolded.

Y/N grimaced at the loud sound of the Iron Man's repulsors. He dropped down at the edge and walked over, his helmet disappearing to reveal his face. It was a very annoyed face. 

"So you're just gonna ignore me now?" he said, stopping next to Steve and crossing his arms. 

"Tony, this is Y/N. Y/N, Tony," Steve said, gesturing one to the other. 

"Yeah, hi," Tony waved in Y/N's direction, then turned to Steve again, then back to Y/N, "Are you aware—you're bleeding."

The drastic tone change made Y/N blink. He spun his around to her so fast she thought his neck broke. She looked to Steve who had a hand over his face, but she could see his brows knit together as he shook his head. His shoulders shook in a silent chuckle.

"Wow, it is true," Y/N said, looking at Tony, "You really are a genius." 

Between the baffled look on Tony's face and the strangled laugh-turned-cough from Steve, her day was a whole lot better.

"Yes, we're both aware I'm bleeding. Captain Handsome over here was helping me avoid some trouble. This is a few days old, the stitches just ripped," she explained. Tony just quirked an eyebrow and a wide grin spread on his face.

"'Captain Handsome'? Oh that's definitely gonna be a thing, now," Steve's groan of disapproval cut through, but Tony paid him no mind, "Anyway, we need to get you patched up, and you were supposed to help set up-"

"Wanda's birthday, ah, shit!" was muffled as he ran both hands over his face and back into his hair. Y/N blinked.

"Captain America swears?" she said, looking at Tony who just shook his head in blatant disappointment. 

"Like a sailor. Romanoff's bringing the car around, so grab our invalid and bring her to the Compound. Romanoff, can you bring the car around?" Tony said, walking to the edge of the roof. Y/N tried to deny being taken with them, but Tony closed his helmet and blasted off. 

She looked to Steve who stood and held out a hand to help her up. Reluctantly (or not, he had very nice hands) she took it.

"Seriously, just drop me off at my apartment and I'll be fine. You've already helped enough," she said. 

Steve just shook his head and started leading her towards the roof access. "Not happening. I was already thinking about it, anyway.  Dr. Cho should have you patched up in no time."

Y/N groaned. How was she supposed to fight Avengers exactly?

~~~~~

Dr. Helen Cho has very kind eyes. But when she says 'go', even Steve Rogers moves. Y/N was introduced to her and then immediately directed (read forced) onto a table after her shirt and bra were (forcibly) removed and replaced with a hospital gown so fast the embarrassment didn't hit her until after Dr. Cho's machine was stitching her up. 

Or whatever it did. 

Y/N looked at her wound in the bathroom mirror. There was no scar, no trace of the bullet hole or the stitches. Still amazed at the technology, she lowered the borrowed hoodie and made her way back into the lab. Black Widow, or Natasha, was waiting with a small smile.

"I really want to thank you guys for everything, and I don't want to sound ungrateful, because I am! But I should probably be getting home…" 

Her smile tightened and her nose scrunched. "Mm, about that."

Y/N blinked. "Please tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means." 

Her smile twisted up a little more before she grabbed Y/N's hand and began pulling her back to where Y/N thought was the living room. 

This week was just getting weirder and weirder by the second. Natasha pulled her by the hand the whole way and Y/N made no move to let go either; it was oddly comforting, and Y/N didn't even realize she needed it. She briefly wondered what it would be like to hold Steve's hand. 

She immediately grabbed that thought, stuffed it in a box, put that box in another box, duct taped the whole thing, and buried it. 

Crushes on celebrities were fine. If you've met them, cool, good for you. If you've been as close as Y/N had, you should be commended and given 'The World's Luckiest Bitch' medal. 

But she didn't want to get her hopes up. Chances are they'd just be crushed. Probably under a star-spangled shield or something much more terrifying. Nope, she may as well crush those feelings now before they got out of hand. 

Natasha took her down several halls to see a lounge room where several were gathered watching what seemed to be Lord of the Rings. Y/N didn’t recognize any of them, but judging by all the lab coats strewn all over the chairs and various snacks, they were probably just on a break. 

A couple turns and an elevator ride up a few floors, Natasha's hand still holding hers, and down more hallways Natasha finally stopped and opened the door to a conference room.

Y/N was completely lost as to where they were in the building, but she wouldn't really need to know. She'd be going home soon anyway.

"Is that my apartment?!" 

Steve, Tony, and Bucky Barnes turned at the sound of her voice, but her eyes were locked on the screen behind them. 

Most of it was nonsensical gibberish to her, but the main picture was her apartment building. On fire. Specifically her apartment. And the one next to it, too, where she knew the couple next door. They had just had a baby.

"Tell me no one was in there," she whispered, her voice starting to shake, "Tell me no one was home, Steve, they had a baby. You tell me no one was home!"

She had moved around the table, volume rising with every step. Steve put his hands on her shoulders when she grabbed him by the shirt. 

"Mom and baby are fine, they weren't home," he said, voice quiet and calm, "Dad's in the hospital with a few broken bones and scrapes, but he'll be fine, Y/N."

Steve thought he would get lost in her eyes earlier, now it felt like she stared into his soul. She took a shaky breath in and out, closed her eyes, and breathed again. It was when she was finally able to release his shirt that Tony spoke.

"Looks like you didn’t make it out, though," he said, turning the volume up. She turned to him and saw some blonde news reporter stating that one person had been killed in the explosion ("Ex- explosion?" was whispered as Steve helped her to a chair and sat her down.) 

Her own face stared back at her. Her name was on the news. 

Blood rushed in her ears and drowned out whatever was being said, whether on tv or in the room. Mind racing, she tried to figure out what her next step should be: who does she call? Does she call anyone? Can she? Not knowing which of her supposed brothers and sisters she could trust. The proverbial brakes came screeching to halt when she heard—

“Hydra?”

Natasha had joined Bucky in looking at a file on the table and Tony was sitting on its edge; they all turned to look at her. When she stayed silent, Steve moved from behind her chair and leaned his hip against the table. He said her name, snapping her attention back to reality. 

“Did you say Hydra?” she asked. Bucky nodded. “No, no, no. We’re talkin’ Clair Vitali, yeah, he’s no small fry, but he’s not Hydra. That’s crazy! Sure he’s a megalomaniac, but he’s not that smart. He shot me in broad daylight and had the balls to follow me in broad daylight, but then again, he had the balls to follow me in broad daylight and he does have some pull up on high. I wonder if that’s how he got Roca’s territory…” 

Steve thought she was going to burn a hole into the table with how she stared at it. Bucky chuckled and looked at Steve.

“She talked herself into it,” he grinned, “Didn’t even have to show her evidence. But it does look like the explosives they used were from Hydra. Not just with your house, but multiple others.” Y/N looked up as the screen changed to show five other bombings. Ones she didn’t even know were connected to Vitali. “And I remember seeing him around Rumlow a lot.” 

Rumlow.

Something about that name rang a bell. A gruff laugh, dark hair, an easy smile, and honey colored eyes filled her mind. 

"Brock Rumlow?"she asked. They all nodded. She grimaced and muttered, “Glad I didn’t go on that date with him, then. Oh-kay! So. Now what? Hydra is way out of my league. How do we handle this?” 

Bucky’s eyebrows shot almost to his hairline and Steve let out a strangled “Date?!” as Tony just turned back to the screen and started talking to the air. To her surprise the air spoke back. Oh, yeah. He’s Tony Stark. AI’s are a thing here. 

She heard Natasha’s chuckle and chanced a glance at Bucky, his expression was locked on Steve who she did not glance at. She was far too invested on the screen; her eyes locked on a familiar face, she stood slowly. Steve said her name and she blinked. 

“Bottom right,” she said, pointing, “That’s Charlie and, Houser, our captain.” 

Tony brought it up front and center showing the captain standing straight, and her partner behind him, hands clasped and shoulders slumped. He looked truly dejected. Angry. He kept his eyes low while the captain gave his statement on her supposed murder. No, he didn’t say murder. He said death. Death. Like an accident. Like her home spontaneously combusted. Like she wasn’t hunted like a wild animal, beaten, shot, and thrown into the river. The blood in her veins boiled watching him give his speech. 

“This is a day of grieving for us all. This is such a tragic loss for this precinct, for this city. Officer L/N was a treasure; a hardworking—”

“That’s detective, you monumental bastard,” she spat. Tony turned with a raised brow and a smirk. “We don’t really get along.”

“—shows no sign of tampering, but we will dig further to get to the truth of this atrocity—” 

She wondered who gave him this false information and thought about what she was going to do to them. If the police had been in her apartment, they should know whether or not it had been a bomb or some sort of malfunction. 

And then her fire was extinguished. 

He sniffed. 

She watched as Charlie’s brow furrowed and for the first time he looked up at the captain. His hands clenched into fists before he moved them behind his back. The captain continued his speech, sniffing again. 

“That sorry, low-down, pig-headed—” she shoved the chair and stepped away from the table, taking deep breaths, almost panting. 

“Hey, easy,” came from Steve who put a hand on her shoulder, “What’s wrong?” She took another breath and held it for a beat, then two, sure he could feel her pulse racing. Her fists clenching and releasing, she let the breath go, slowly, controlled, before she turned to him. 

“He’s in on it. He’s the connection to Vitali. That sniff?” she pointed back to the screen, “That’s his tell. The man can’t play poker to save his life! And that bullshit story about me being, what’d he say? ‘A treasure?’ Ha!” She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, trying not to think about how Steve seemed to be subconsciously rubbing his thumb in small circles on her shoulder. Taking another deep breath, she looked up at him once more. 

“And now that I know who the connection is, I have a good idea about who else is on Vitali’s payroll.”

~~~~~

Hello, Queenie. 

You wanna play?

Her eyes snapped open and her heart hammered in her chest. She sat up, gun raised, and looked around the room. This wasn’t her house. This wasn’t her house. 

Breathing became harder for her and her hand started shaking. But when the faint smell of a musky cologne reached her nose, she remembered blue eyes staring into her own. Her next breath was shaky, but she put the gun beside her on the bed. She’ll have to thank Natasha for giving her one of Steve’s shirts. 

Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs off the bed and made sure her legs weren’t wobbly before standing and walking out of the room. Ice cream was much needed. Now. 

Where the hell was the kitchen?

She tried to get a map in her mind, but, instead of directing her to her destination, it throbbed and refused to do any work. Forcing her feet to walk ten steps to her left, she faced her next obstacle. Waking the beast. 

She knocked three times. Silence. Three times more. 

“Fuckin— hang on!” 

Captain America swears like a sailor. She couldn’t stop the grin creeping on her face. Judging by the thudding and even more swearing, he was having some difficulty. Thirty seconds later the door disappeared and she flinched, stepping back.

Steve Rogers sleeps nude. 

In her peripheral, she could just barely see that he was holding a sheet around his waist. She didn’t dare to actually look, but tilted her head to see his face instead.

This was possibly the best decision she’d ever made. 

Steve Rogers with bed head. ‘World’s Luckiest Bitch’ indeed. 

She pursed her lips to keep the giggles from escaping. Sleepy, grumpy Steve was so cute. As she committed it to her long-term memory, he rubbed his face and let out a muted ‘shit’. 

“I thought you were gonna be Bucky,” he said, leaning on the doorframe. “What’s up? You okay?”

Oh, Lord, his voice. Abort mission. Abort. 

“I— uh, was gonna get some ice cream, but um, I’ll— I’ll just let you get back to sleep,” she said. Her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too much. Gesturing to his attire, she couldn’t help but giggle, “Obviously you’re waiting for Bucky, so…” 

Confused even more by her laughter, the dolt looked down at himself, let out a louder ‘Fuck!’ and slammed the door shut. Steve continued his stream of obscenities as they both realized his sheet had gotten shut in the door. A short burst of laughter rang in the hall before she clapped both hands over her mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, Queenie.”

Removing her hands and breathing, she took a moment to actually appreciate him. He now had on dark jeans and an unzipped jacket baring his broad chest to the world. He was really trying to kill her. And she would let him. 

But when he ran a hand through his hair, she was done. 

Giggle-drunk and trying not to be a thirsty hoe, she started towards the kitchen. Until Steve called to her again. When she turned, he was sporting that ridiculous smirk and pointing in the opposite direction. She threw her hands in the air, the shirt raising just enough to draw Steve’s eyes down to her bare legs. 

“Come on, Rogers, why are you keeping me from my ice cream? You owe like two gallons anyway,” she said, grabbing him the jacket and pulling him along. 

They finally made it to their destination after he had to grab her by the shirt and redirect her twice; he damn near strutted to the freezer and began naming off the flavors they had stashed away. 

“Seriously?” she asked, looking at his choice of butter pecan in disgust. 

“I already told you once, Queens, shut the fuck up,” he said, jabbing a finger in her direction. Ignoring the swarm of butterflies and heat rising in her face, she waved a dismissive hand and let loose an ‘aha!’ when she found the bowls. She frowned and stood on her toes because seriously, who puts the bowls on the top shelf? Fine.  

She did what needed to be done. She climbed onto the counter. Just being on her knees gave her the necessary boost to reach her goal. A shiver ran through her when a deep chuckle came from behind her. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Steve asked, leaning against the island. 

“Immensely,” she said, smirking, “Is the counter the only thing holding you up right now?” 

“At the moment, yes.” 

She giggled and handed him two bowls and hopped down, ready to devour the sweet, cold, goodness that was ice cream. 

Somehow this was right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt...safe. Sitting in nothing but a borrowed shirt and her underwear with a barely-dressed supersoldier eating ice cream at God-only-knows-what time in the morning.  

“What is my life coming to?”

Steve looked up at her. They sat at the table, and for a long time were swapping funny stories about their teams. Her mind swirled with the new facts she’d learned just a few hours before, and even though she knew that the people she’d worked with for two years were not all they appeared, it still hurt. 

“Thanks, Steve. For everything.”

As if she needed another reason to swoon over this beast of a man, he looked at her with such sincerity and gave a crooked smile. She swallowed. 

“Anytime.”

Well that just won’t do. 

“Even at 3 o’clock in the morning?”

“Now wait a damn minute—”

~~~~~

With the Avengers on the case, it only took a day to gather enough information on her captain and several others that were in league with Vitali and Hydra. 

Now their plan was going into action. 

Despite her nerves about walking back into this building, she stood strong. Not to mention she had back up this time. 

Clair Vitali owned several hotels in New York. His reach spread much further than other mob families, and one by one, he seemed to swallow them up. She had very little knowledge of the layout of this building, but again, with the Avengers, impossible was simply not in their vocabulary. 

She and Steve were parked across the street in one of Tony’s mustangs. When she told him what hotel he usually frequented, he agreed that using a more high-profile car would be acceptable. 

“You sure about this, Y/N?” Steve asked. His gaze shifted from the hotel doors to her in the passenger seat. 

“A smidge,” she looked at him, “I just want this over with.” 

Steve nodded and looked back to the hotel. Vitali was here. She took a deep breath and got out of the car, but leaned back down to the window. 

“Besides, after being in a car with you driving, this’ll be a cake-walk,” she said, grinning. Steve opened his mouth to defend his driving skills when Bucky’s voice cut through their earpieces. 

“Punk, you wreck every vehicle you go into a fight with. Don’t start.” 

Four other voices agreed with him. Tony was going into his threat about Steve wrecking this car as Y/N started to cross the street. 

Blood pounding in her ears, she threw open the door and walked up to the front desk. The young man politely asked how he could be of service, despite his look of distaste at her attire. She flashed him a smile. 

“Actually, I was hoping to speak with Mr. Vitali,” she said. The look on this poor kid’s face almost made her laugh. He started to sputter and say that her request wouldn’t be possible; he was in a very important meeting and she might be able to schedule something in the future. She hummed and shook her head. 

“Unfortunately, it has to be now. I’m sure he’s missed me the past couple days and I just can’t leave him waiting any longer, sir.”

“Miss, I’m very sorry, but he doesn’t want to be disturbed—”

She sighed. 

“Alright. I didn’t want to play this card, but…” she laid her badge on the counter, pushing it towards the man. Whether or not he knew what his boss was really into, the color drained from his face. 

“You tell him Queenie’s here to play.” 

As he made a frantic phone call, she hopped up on the counter and sat, swinging her legs, making a call of her own. The voice that answered was hesitant. 

“...Y/N?” 

She smiled. 

“Hey, Chuckles. Listen, you’re gonna get a call about the Foundry Hotel in a few minutes. Bring back up. Don’t be surprised.”

“On it.”

She put her phone back in her pocket and waited. It didn’t take three minutes before grunts with guns surrounded the desk. Some actual patrons screamed and started to scatter, fleeing the building. Clair came swooping in and stood, behind his troops, grinning from ear to ear.

“I knew you’d come back to me, Queenie,” he said, “I was really hoping we’d have this little reunion at your funeral, but we can make this work—”

“Cut the bullshit, Clair, where’s Houser? I know he’s here.” She looked around the vast entry hall and into the restaurant where more people were huddled, being contained by more of the brute squad. “It’d be a cryin’ shame to kill me off and not celebrate your victory!” 

“You’re looking pretty good, sugar, you get all healed up?” Clair asked, chuckling. She nodded, still swinging her legs as if it was just another day at the park.

“I did. I found friends in high places. But you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” she asked, jumping down. Some of the men shifted. “Being in league with Hydra and all.” 

Something glinted in his eye. She had him. 

Everything after that happened fast: bullets flew, glass shattered, people screamed.

The next thing she knew her ears were ringing. Everything was too bright, too loud. Too blurry. She couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe. The only thing she saw clearly were piercing blue eyes. A voice cut through the fog. 

Queens! C’mon, just say something! 

~~~~~

 Wanda and Vision were due to be home from their island getaway in just a few minutes and everyone was running rampant around the living room. Streamers were hung from all over. A giant cake was being shielded by Bucky from Clint’s wandering hands. 

And some idiot put Steve Rogers on a ladder to hang the banner. 

“Hey, Queens, can ya tell me if it’s straight?” 

She walked away from the ladder and next to Tony to get a better view. And, boy, did she. Steve’s ass looked great in jeans. She hummed appreciatively. 

“Looks, great, Stevie. Now please get down, my blood pressure’s out the roof,” she said. She turned to Tony. “Don’t you have, like, robots or something to do this?” 

“I do, but this is payback for not helping sooner,” Tony said, sipping a lemonade. She nodded. 

“Really, Tony?” Steve started, “I told you, I dropped my phone! I was not ignoring you!” 

The two started to throw snark between them and Y/N just rolled her eyes. Steve tried to stop on the ladder and turn to look at Tony. He missed about two steps and got his leg caught between rungs. 

To say the look of horror on his face wasn’t funny would be an outright lie. 

The crashing and clanging drew everyone’s attention. Others asked if everything was okay and what happened. The two closest ran over and moved the ladder off  Steve. 

“Stevie,” Y/N said, lightly tapping his face, “hey, say something so we know you’re okay!” 

Steve just groaned and cracked an eye open to look at her. 

“Ow.”

Bucky called out, “Eh, he’s fine.”

Tony just laughed and walked away. An exasperated sigh made her slump onto his chest. He chuckled and leaned up to press a kiss on her hair. She raised her head. 

“I think I’ve got a new nickname for you,” she said. His smirk just grew. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Captain Klutz.”

[anika-ann]

Little Big Things to Celebrate... with a challenge

I’m gonna start by saying THANK YOU. For every single one of you, whether you interact a lot or only a bit or rarely at all. This is for all of you and for those who aren’t in the 500 too ;) 

So, let’s celebrate the only way I can think of:

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice if you did. (Come to the dark side. We have fluff and stuff.)

As for now, it’s one prompt per person (but after you post it, you can pick another if you’d like!). Let me read your stuff!

Send me an ask when you pick one (or a DM if you’re on the shier side). You can add character you’ll be writing for if already decided. I’ll try to update this list as often as possible.

When you post, use the tag #challenge500ann in the first 5 tags and tag me in the fic please. If I don’t respond with at least ♥ within two days, please, reach out, the system messed up again. (I’ll be a bit out from 9th to 14th August though, fair warning.)

Feel free to alternate the pronouns/tense/etc in the prompt in case that it would sound… unnatural in your fic otherwise.

Keep it Marvel, please. Movies, tv series, I don’t care. Comics are alright, but I guess I’ll have to do some research. If you truly want a different movie/show characters, DM me please. Crossovers are fine, welcomed actually.

Canon or non-canon ships, reader inserts, pairing with an OC, no pairing at all, platonic relationships – bring it. We don’t discriminate here. AU completely of your choice when picking a prompt? Gimme those too.

Fluff, angst, humour, I take it all. Smut must be properly tagged and with a warning before the text of the fic. (And yes, I’m aware most of the prompts are easier to make fluffy/funny, sue me or surprise me.)

Drabbles, one-shots, first chapter/prologue to a new series... size doesn’t matter O:-) But I’m begging you, if it’s over 500 words, use the keep reading bar (yeah, I know, sometimes it doesn’t even work, but let’s try).

Deadline: 9th September. 

If you need an extension, DM me. We’re all only human and life gets in the way. I just want to make sure to have time to read all your stuff before starting my last(?) year of uni. Bachelor thesis is going to eat a lot of my time.

Prompts below the cut. Dig in!

Prompts  

(it’s scary, but I can hear the characters say it in my head, change it for me!) There’s a source of the prompts above each group that means nothing but me crediting them:

(The Flash)

1. “Am I the only one who watches movies around here?” @randomsevans​

2. “Say something so we know you’re okay!” “Ow.”  @elysianecho with Steve

3. “Rule number one: when a girl says it’s fine, it’s not fine!” (optional follow-up: “Amen!”)  @adorkably 

4. “What is wrong with you two? That’s not friendship.” @scentedsongrebel

(Arrow)

5. “You tell anyone about this, I will kill you.” “…that’s just an expression, right?” @nekoannie-chan  with Steve or Rumlow

6. “As far as plans go, this isn’t a good one.” “This was your plan.” “I didn’t think you’d actually say yes!”  @chris-evans-indian-fanfic with Captain Marvel & Valkyrie

7. “Is that judgement I’m hearing?” “Pride.”

8. “So we’re not doing the what happens in Russia stays in Russia?” “We’re still in Russia.” @buckybarney​

9. “You are such a bitch!” “Takes one to know one, sweetheart!” (feel free to change the insult and/or petname)  @amythedvdhoarder​ with Bucky

(Supergirl & Legends of Tomorrow)

10. “You look like crap.” “Thank you, I saw the mirror this morning.”  

11. “Name/pronoun is/are super hot.” *Silence* “Gay, not blind.”

12. “No offence.” “Offence taken.”

(Chuck)

13. “So in this plan I basically do nothing?” “Yep.” “Let’s do this!”

14. “If my primary objective wasn't to protect you, I'd kill you.” @lilbabycee​ with Bucky

15. “What are you doing?” “Escaping.” “From your own birthday party?” @averyrogers83 with Clint

16. “You actually listened to me?” “I can’t quite believe it myself!” @hufflepuffvs with Steve

17. “This is a part of my cover.” “Well, it doesn’t cover a thing!”

(Supernatural)

18. “I get all tingly when you take control like that.”

19. “’Game of Thrones’ is complicated. Shower sex - that's complicated. *thing* ain't complicated.”

20. “So? Maybe I’m not real, nobody’s perfect.”

(Merlin)

21. “What are we still doing here?!” “You were unconscious!” “Always have an excuse, don’t you?”

22. “This is one of those moments when I tell you something isn't a good idea and you ignore me, isn't it?” @pies-writes-and-more with Steve

23. “I want to say something I’ve never said to you before… thank you.”

24. “I thought you said you had faith in me.” “Whatever gave you that idea?”

25. “I had no idea you were so keen to die for me.” “Trust me, I can hardly believe it myself.” @mysterioh​

AU and tropes

A) (Evil) Twin/Mistaken Identity @anjali750

B) Time-travel @sophiria

C) Bodyswap

D) Horror AU 

E) Fairy Tale/Fantasy AU   @queen-kass-the-writer  with Steve

F) Lawyer AU

G) Biker AU @kayteewritessteve with Steve 

H) Bodyguard AU @donutloverxo with Steve

I) Single Parent AU @romaxnogersav​ with Bucky

J) Escort AU

Ball’s in your court now! Have fun! And stay safe!

[nekoannie-chan]

Universus

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 1777 words.

Summary: It seemed like a normal training day for you and Brock until Johnny came to ruin the day

Warnings: Angst, this is an Horror AU.

A/N: Universus means Universe.

This is my entry to the @star-spangled-beard-burn ‘s Season of Fiction Writing challenge 2020 with the fall prompt #1:

“I TOLD you I can’t do haunted houses”.

Also my entry to the @marvelgirlonamarvelworld ‘s Val’s 500 Writing challenge with the dialogue prompt #3:

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the one who fucked us all up. What trouble did you get yourself into now, sweetiepie?”

And my entry to the @anika-ann ‘s 500 Celebration Challenge with the Arrow prompt #5:

“You tell anyone about this, I will kill you”.

“…That’s just an expression, right?”

Is a horror AU.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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

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

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

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @navybrat817

You slipped and winced; Brock turned around and saw you on the floor, he went back to check if you were hurt.

“Are you okay?” He asked offering his hand to you.

"Yes, it's nothing, I just got distracted," you answered taking his hand and standing up with her help.

“Are you sure? You've had a lot of accidents and been distracted all week,” Brock commented with concern.

You dusted yourself off and looked at your boyfriend smiling.

"Come on, we've managed to survive that guy with the weird cloak and the girl who takes daggers out of her hands, as well as the group of weird kids who have a dinosaur."

"I still don't understand why they have a dinosaur," Brock questioned, putting a hand on his beard.

"After all we've been through, are there still things that surprise you?" You questioned incredulously.

"Not exactly, rather it surprises me that without having powers, I am still alive," he replied.

"That is because I’m healing all your wounds in the missions with my powers, but your destiny would probably be different if I didn’t do it," you agreed with satisfaction.

"Always so modest," he said wryly.

“Of course, well next time I won't heal you and I don’t know who’s gonna help you.”

"I don't think you will be so cruel ... are you?" He asked nervously.

"Challenge me and you will see," you threatened.

"You know I love you so much, right?" Brock replied, trying to sound friendly and approaching you.

"Don't even think about it," you stopped him by putting your hand on his chest.

"Don't be mad, babe, but as soon as the fair will be in the town, I will take you to the haunted house."

He got closer and started kissing your arm.

"Noooo, you know I hate haunted houses, let me," you said laughing, you knew what he was trying.

If you let him continue, he would achieve his goal and you could no longer pretend that you were upset with him, although obviously, at night you were going to take revenge. You saw the time and decided it was better to return to compound before they will start looking for them or they will find you in a "compromising" situation.

 Baxter Building

 Johnny saw the object in his hands, he had heard Ben talk about it, and obviously, Reed had created it, although he could not understand what it was for, he shook it a little, but nothing happened.

Maybe he could take it with Y/N and Wanda and see if they could find out what that item was doing or what it was for.

He immediately saved it and went to the compound, it would surely be a very fun visit, as long as the three of you were there you used to have many adventures.

 Compound

 "Hello ladies," Johnny said, entering to the place.

“What are you doing here?” Brock asked.

Johnny and Brock didn't get along at all since Brock thought Johnny liked you.

“What is that?” Wanda asked when she saw what Johnny was holding.

"I don't know, I found it in Reed's lab, but you two are very smart and I know you'll help me find out," Johnny replied, ignoring Brock.

"Well ... it seems ... something Reed is probably going to be very upset if he doesn't find it when he looks for it," you said.

“Oh come on! I don't think…!”

At that time the Multisect activated and everything went dark for a few seconds.

 Unknown place

 You opened your eyes confused, you felt stunned, you assumed that the others were too, you turned looking for the rest, who were lying in the place, you did not know where they were, and you did not even seem familiar.

“Is everyone okay?” Johnny asked, getting up.

“Where we are?” Brock asked sulkily, he was sure you were going to have problems.

"This place is very dingy," Wanda said scared.

"I just hope a madman with a machete or an electric saw doesn't show up and wants to kill us," you said.

"Well, Tinker Bell, take us back to the compound," Brock ordered.

"Yes, of course," Johnny muttered as he waved the Multisect.

You and Wanda exchanged glances, you knew Johnny, and so you would have to find another way to return to the compound… although perhaps you should first find out where you were. Johnny seemed nervous, he didn't know how said object worked.

“Well, well, well. If it isn't the one who fucked us all up. What trouble did you get yourself into now, sweetie pie? ”

“Brock, this is not the time for sarcasm, we must find out where we are supposed to be and, above all, how to return to the compound…”

“Your idiot friend brought us who knows where, we have no weapons apart from those we carry for training, or anything to defend ourselves as we know, we will have to improvise and worst of all, we have not the slightest idea of what the ground, ”Brock interrupted.

"We have Wanda who has powers, Johnny has powers, I have powers, we will be fine, and apart from that is what training is for, right?"

Brock growled disgruntled, he did not like what was happening at all, of course, he could have hand-to-hand combat, which was his speciality, but he knew well that for some things, having some kind of power was more effective and weapons they were a great help too.

“Johnny please, don't lose that thing, I don't care if Reed scolds you, but we surely need it to return home…”

You heard a sound nearby as if someone was dragging chains and stepping on leaves, the four of you put themselves in a position to defend yourselves if necessary.

“What was that?” You asked scared in a whisper.

"I think your question is rather where we are?" Wanda corrected.

"We have two options, or we stay here like idiots while Tinkerbell tries to fix that shit or we start walking to find a way out, obviously we shouldn't separate," Brock suggested.

You turned to see Johnny, who smiled nervously.

"I don't know how it works," he admitted.

Brock sighed exasperated, you would have to walk without knowing what dangers there were.

"I don't know who is more useless if this one or Rogers, although at the moment I think we already have a winner," Brock mumbled.

“Then what do we do? “You asked.

Johnny pushed himself to be able to fly, however, it did not work, just as Wanda tried to use her powers creating a field, there was no success either.

"Okay, we are screwed, I think we will have to walk to get to the highway ... or somewhere that can bring us closer to a populated area, maybe there we can get a phone to call the others and come for us," you said while you were looking for the compass in your pockets.

Once you found it, you started walking towards where the compass indicated that it was the north, Wanda took your hand to try to control the fear that both of you felt, Brock had an angry and Johnny tried to make a flame appear in his fingers.

The forest seemed huge and endless, you lost track of time, you no longer knew if you walked for hours or minutes, each time the place became gloomier.

“Are you sure it's the right way? “Wanda questioned.

"I don't know, I don't even know where we are, I'm just following where the compass tells me its north," you replied.

Suddenly Brock stopped them, you looked at him asking for explanations; however, he put a finger to his mouth to silence everyone, you hid behind a huge tree.

A group of people with masks passed by, it seemed that they had some hostages that they were taking somewhere.

"We should help them," you whisper.

"We cannot care about others."

"Although I never liked him, your boyfriend is right," Johnny said.

you began to walk slowly so as not to attract attention and to run away when you were far enough they ran into another guy wearing another mask, so Brock and you shot him, you did no harm him, he began to chase you, you separated into two groups, you and Brock, Wanda and Johnny, without realizing it.

After you made sure you weren't chasing them anymore, you stopped, turned around looking for your friends while trying to catch your breath.

"Brock ... where are Wanda and Johnny?" You asked raggedly.

"I don't know ... I thought they were coming after us."

“Do we look for them or what do we do?”

"First, not to separate, second, we have to walk trying to avoid those damned fools and find them."

You held hands and began to walk, it was difficult to determine if you had already walked through the place or not, at times you had to run again when you were being chased.

"I TOLD you I can't do haunted houses".

"This is not a damn haunted house, it is a fuckin’ haunted forest," Brock replied.

"Anyway, Brock, I'm seriously scared, we must find Wanda and Johnny," you whimpered.

You were surrounded, it seemed that there was no escape, you tried to run until you ended up crashing into the other couple.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked terrified.

“We are still alive, but I don't know how long…”

Impulsively Johnny threw the Multisect at the attackers, which activated at the exact moment when it looked like they were going to attack you.

You saw the others without understanding, nobody knew how you came to the compound, and the only thing that mattered was that you were safe. You and Wanda hugged each other while Brock grabbed Johnny by the collar of his shirt to threaten him.

"You tell anyone about this, I will kill you."

"... That’s just an expression, right?"

"No jerk, I'm serious ..."

“Brock is enough, Johnny already learned the lesson, he is going to return the object to Reed's laboratory, right Johnny? “You broke in separating the men.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.

"You know what, we're going to go with Johnny," Wanda said.

You entered the laboratory and Johnny left the Multisect where he had found it, then you went to the hall and there you found Reed.

"Hi guys, haven't you seen my Multisect?" Reed asked.

“Your…what?”

“The Multisect, it serves to travel to other universes… you know, forget it, I don't want you to get into troubles.”

"Doctor Richards, if you knew ..." You spluttered as he left.

[scentedsongrebel]

Decisions (2/2)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes × Fem! Reader

Summary: The aftermath.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, so many feels, extra drama, in accurate descriptions of airport and flights... tell if I miss any.

Word Count: 6021

Written for @anika-ann​‘s #challenge500ann

PART 1 

SERIES MASTERLIST  MAIN MASTERLIST

My love,

I would start by saying I'm sorry. I am really sorry that I am running away from fulfilling my side of the deal but after months of trying even if it was just to piss you off and in a way make you come back to me I have realized something. After having hated every thing that I loved about you, after hating myself for loving you like I do, I have realized something.

I have seen the power of unrequited love, I have watched it in the cheesy movies we watched together in the darkness of my living room couch. I have seen one person chase after their love who does not return their feelings until a single situation forces them to confront feelings that existed but they just couldn't see. I have watched as at the end our protagonist takes his lover’s hand and rides off into the sunset. And somewhere, I have tried to do the same thing. I thought that making you jealous, pushing your decisions in your face, taking Nat  to the places you wanted to go, do things with her that were ours, will give rise to the big realization on your part and you would come running into my arms.

But ours isn't that love is it? Ours isn't unrequited. I'm not the only one in love am I? For us as I now realize is that I have always loved you more. From the day I saw you steal fruits off Mrs. White's tree to the day Nat finally introduced us and I accidentally spilled orange juice all over your pretty green flower dress, I have always inevitably been attracted to you and while you were not to me. While I watched you join the drama club and never missed a show that you were a part of, even the time when you became a tree in the background of some show I don't remember because all my attention was caught by the tree trying and failing to keeps its branches straight, you were never pulled towards me like that. 

You didn't run the short distance between us to jump into my arms when I returned from my short stint at the army.You didn’t miss my smile when I remembered home in the middle of a battle field. I did not join your mind alongside your family as the reason you held onto life after an explosion in your car. 

You did not spend sleepless nights wondering about what the hell was going on with you.

The problem never was that my love was not reciprocated, it was in fact reciprocated but the reciprocation was never strong enough. You never loved me as much as I did. You never felt the need to fight for me. And maybe I would have lived with it because I would have never understood what that even meant.

But now? Now I don't think I can. I don't think I can be near you and not see the love of my life, not loving me enough to want me no matter what. I can't be with Nat. Not because I love you and it hurts to be with anyone else, which of course is a factor. But because I don't think I can let myself love someone after realizing the harsh reality about reciprocation.

I can't be the one to dive in nose deep and realize the other was just taking a dip. I can't love someone because I have already drowned and I don't think there is any saving left for me.

So I am done chasing you. I can't do that to myself anymore. Don't worry about Nat, I have instructed Steve to take her in with him and Peggy and help her heal from the pain I have inevitably caused her. Steve would do that for me.

For you my love, I do not blame you. Nat is your sister, she is your family and I know how important she is to you. But I hope you will understand why I did what I did. I hope someday when we meet again down the road, you will see why I couldn't do it.

I’m gonna go stay with my Mother and Becca in Chicago for a while. Maybe find a job there, a new house? Start over.

I hope you find happiness in your life even if its with someone else. Us was just not meant to be.

Best wishes,

Your James.

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Tears freely fall down your eyes as you read the letter and sobs take over your lips.

Bucky left. You pushed him so much that he couldn't take it anymore and he left. Left all the madness, all the pain. He left thinking that you never loved him enough, that you never felt the pull.

In your effort not to hurt your sister you had done something else. You had hurt the love of your life. Pushed him away, forced him to leave the city and start over.

You can't blame him can you? After all it was all your fault-

"Will you stop it" Nat pinches the skin on your arm and you wince

"What?"

"I know the self hatred going on in your brain" She crumbles the letter Bucky wrote for her after having gone through its contents "We need to get to the airport as fast as we can"

"But Nat-"

"Shut up and get your phone. I'm driving you to the airport"

She runs towards the table you grab her car keys and cell phone as you stay glued to you position

"What is happening?" Steve looks around at the two of you, his eyebrows knit together

"We're taking Y/n to the airport so she can propose to Bucky"

"What?" You and Steve ask at the same time and Nat rolls her eyes, ignoring Steve and turning towards you

"He already did his proposing, we can't expect him to do it again when you are the one that said yes and then bailed. You gotta show him you are serious about him"

"Nat-"

"You wanna marry him or not?"

"Yes"

"Then you gotta propose and apologize" she pulls of her coat off the hanger and runs out the door before screaming behind her

"Y/n get your ass over here quick and Steve I will leave you behind if you don't hurry"

You and Steve stare at each other before something in you snaps as you finally realize the situation you were in.

You grab your phone and coat and rush out the door, Steve following close behind, grabbing the house keys and running after the car, screaming for Nat to just wait for a second for him as she starts the car the moment you get in.

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"Wow. This is so exciting" Steve is typing on his phone in the back seat as Nat speeds through the traffic.

"Steve" you whine "Can you not. I'm really nervous"

"I'm sorry. Its just" Steve grins at you through the front mirror "Bucky has no idea what's coming for him."

"You think he'll like it?" You ask biting your lips nervously

"Like it? He loves you Y/n. He's gonna cry right in front of all those people. He's been dying for you to come to your senses"

You wince as Steve goes on about how Bucky has been so depressed and irritated lately. How every time he opened his mouth which was very rare it was to curse you for stealing his heart, for doing whatever the hell you were doing to him.

Nat notices how uncomfortable you get as Steve goes on not realizing that he may be saying a little too much before Nat shoots him a look and he suddenly stops

"Oh no no" he tries to go for a save "No Y/n I didn't mean it like that-"

"Stop"

"Thank you" he sighs in relief, looking at his phone "I'm gonna shut up now"

"That's good" Nat says as she taps her hands on the steering wheel and waiting for the traffic to clear out "Who are you texting any way"

"Peggy" he replies, looking at her through the front mirror "She's very invested in this story"

"What?" You look at him with your eyebrows knitted together

"Well she cares about Bucky too"

You nod your head and look ahead as the traffic stats to clear out and Nat takes the turn towards the airport.

"5 minutes out" she announces, trying really hard to stay within the speed limit

You take several deep breaths as you decide on the right course to take. Should you just get down on one knee and propose without a ring? Should you pull him aside and just talk to him? Should you run to him and just kiss him senseless?

The questions fly around in your head and maybe that is why you don't realize when Nat pulls over in the airport parking area and shakes you by the shoulders to catch your attention.

"Y/n we're here" she says and you look at her fearfully

"What am I gonna say to him?"

"Whatever is in your heart when you see him" She pats your shoulder in reassurance "Now come, lets move"

All three of you quickly make your way towards the main entrance of the airport before a thought pops up in your brain

"Wait, I need a ticket to get in"

"Okay, I will just get to the cheapest ticket" Nat says but before she can run to buy a ticket Steve stops her

"He may have already gone through the security check. The check-in closes in five minutes"

"Yeah so Y/n will check-in for her flight and meet him"

"No, you need to board the flight"

"What Steve are you really that stupid?"

"You think she will just show up and he won't go to Chicago" Steve glares at Nat "If you don't know, he is really angry. I think he would not listen to you and leave regardless. You need to get a seat on the plane right with him and convince him. And also its a huge airport, how long do you plan on looking around for him?"

"Steve is right" You nod your head "I need to go to Chicago with him"

Nat shakes her head as she sighs

"How the hell are we gonna procure a ticket to a flight 5 minutes before check-in is over?"

You take a deep breath and.close your eyes, trying to run the different scenarios through brain.

Maybe buying the cheap ticket to somewhere else is the best plan here? You would have to run as hell and find him and make him stay. Or you would have a follow him to Chicago on the next flight.

But how were you gonna find him in that city. Maybe Steve could give you his mother's address and-

"Peggy got you a ticket"

Steve says, pulling you out of your thoughts

"What?"

"Peggy booked a ticket when we were in the car. Here."

Your phone beeps and you pull it out to find a message from Steve and you look up at him

"Its the ticket" Steve says and then screams "NOW GO. WHY ARE YOU STANDING HERE"

You blink before taking Steve in a soul crashing hug and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you so so so much for marrying Peggy Steve. God I love her"

And then you pull away and dash towards the entrance missing Steve muttering something about thanking him for being a good friend too

"YOU GOT AN ID?" Nat screams after you and you pat your pocket, pulling out your driver's license

Nat sighs, moving to stand closer to Steve as the two of them watch you show the ticket on your phone to the guard and darting inside the airport

"You think it will work?"

"I hope so"

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You bend down to rest your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. Running and finishing the check-in just seconds before it closes really does good in increasing the adrenaline supply in your blood stream.

You take a glance at the clock on the airport wall and sigh, after collecting your boarding pass and going through the security check, you had just a little more then 20 minutes to boarding.

Finding Bucky in this huge airport did seem like a child's play from the outside but now that you stand, looking at all the signs, even finding your gate seems like a chore.

You did forget the airports were the most stupidly complicated things in the world. You make a mental note to gift Peggy a very expensive birthday present for this. And also to thank Steve for bringing her in your life.

It takes you well over 10 minutes to understand where exactly was where you needed to go and another 10 before you do reach there and by that time, the flight is already linning passengers for boarding.

You look around, trying to locate your favorite mass of brown hair as the line starts moving forward.

And with your fast beating heart and cloudy vision, it was getting harder and harder to spot Bucky in the crowd, lining to board the plane. Seems like the plane was in full capacity.

You sigh. Why the fuck is everyone going to Chicago?

You move closer, deciding to joint he line yourself before the familiar beefy body catches your eye. Bucky stands at almost the front of the line with his shoulders slumped and a duffel back thrown over his shoulder. His eyes are in front of him and you just can't stop yourself from screaming his name

"BUCKY!!" You scream and immediately bring your hands to cover your mouth. What the hell was wrong with you?

The entire airport including Bucky turn to look your way but you keep your eyes on him as his meet yours.

His ocean blues widen to the size of saucers and you just know the speck of green has become more prominent.

His eyebrows furrow and his face scrunches like he wants to say something before he shakes his head and keeps looking your way, still confused.

You try to action for him to come to you could talk and for a minute there it seems like he would run out of the line and just take you in his arms before the passenger behind him reminds him to either move forward or get out of the line which seems to lift up his daze as he shakes his head.

He moves ahead in the kine, showing his ticket to the man at the front and then he looks back at you as he enters the boarding bridge. He gives you one last look before he’s walking towards his flight.

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You sit on your seat watching Bucky as he sits on the window seat of his row which is two ahead of yours on the side of the plane.

Your wishes to every god you could think off for a seat next to Bucky unfortunately did not come true. Its like even the gods know how horribly you screwed up and want you to do it all by yourself.

The moment the seat belt sign is off, you pull yours off and make your way towards Bucky's seat, taking a deep breath.

"Umm Mam?" You ask the middle aged lady sitting on the middle seat of his row besides him

"Yes?" the woman pushes her specks closer to her eyes from where they had fallen to the bridge of her nose, her hair tied in a bun that rests on the base of her neck

"Umm would you mind if we trade places?" You ask, shooting her an apologetic look

She furrows her eyebrows together and looks over behind your back

"Which one?"

"The one there" you point at it "Its the corner seat, better than the middle one, am I right"

You try to laugh and she shoots you a suspicious look

"And why would you want to change places?" You sigh, taking a deep breath, trying to avoid eye contact with Bucky who now looks over at you in irritation, having pulled out his ear plugs but before you can answer the woman’s question Bucky interrupts

"Please please don't trade places with her" he begs the woman and she turns to him "She's been following me"

Your jaw touches the floor as you give Bucky a dirty look

"I'm not following you!"

"Then why do you want this seat?" Bucky glares back at you and you try to quell your anger. You are here to win him back, if he wants to call you a stalker then be it. At this point, with the amount of hurt you’ve caused him. He is allowed to call you whatever he wants. "Mam, if you want a good seat, I'll trade places with you but please don't let her sit besides me"

"James" you sigh

"That's enough mam" the young man on the corner seat in Bucky's row interrupts and with a jolt you realize that all the passengers were watching you and from the corner of your eye, you can make out the stewardess making her way towards you.

This is just great. You shoot a last glance at Bucky who looks away the moment your eyes meet

"Mam I would have to ask you to go back to your seat please" the stewardess calmly asks you and you close your eyes and nod your head 

"James, can we please talk"

You try one last time and when there is no reply from him, the lady besides him asks you to leave him alone and you sigh and start moving towards your seat.

You still had 2 hours before landing time but all you could think about was what you can do next.

Bucky didn't want to talk to you. How in hell were you going to convince him to listen to what you had to say? Once you landed you knew he would run away and you would loose him in the crowds. This was your only chance.

Beg him, romance him, get your man Y/n.

A voice suspiciously sounding exactly like Nat rings in your ears and you sigh, closing your eyes

They can't throw you out of an air-borne plane. Maybe ban you for life but they can't throw you out of the plane while in the air. Maybe permanent road travel will be your punishment for what you did to Bucky. 

You keep an eye on the back of his head, waiting for the perfect moment before fate seem to have taken pity on you and the woman besides him stands up to use the rest room.

Perfect

You discreetly stand up and quickly make your way towards his seat and try to get in when the man on the corner seat interrupts

"Excuse me, you can't come here" he starts to say and clicks the button to call the stewardess but this is your only chance and so you take a deep breath, keeping your eyes on Bucky's ocean blues that always calm you. Ocean blues that are narrowed right in this moment.

"I love you" You say and ignore the commotion that has inevitably started "I love you. And I made a mistake. The biggest one of my life"

A single tear falls down your left eye followed by one from the right as you continue

"Please forgive me. Please. I love you"

The stewardess has made her way towards you and is trying to pull you away from Bucky who looks at you with utter pain in his eyes but says nothing

"I promise I won't ask you to go to Nat" You try to rush the words out, ignoring the people and the air hostess warning you of consequences "I just wanna talk please just one conversation and I would leave"

He shakes his head and looks out of the window as you are pulled away

"I did think about you when you were gone. I did attend all your track events just secretly" you say, one last attempt to get a reaction and when he whips his head to look your way, you know you were successful

"I have been an idiot and I am responsible for every pain that you are going through. I am responsible for all this and I take the responsibility but please, please give me a chance. Please forgive me. Talk to me"

You realize every eyes are on you as the stewardess have stopped trying to pull you away as tears fall down Bucky's eyes.

"James Buchanan Barnes" You inhale, carefully stepping closer to him "I love you, I love you more than Tom loved Jerry, more than-than- I'm sorry I just- I can't remember any lovers, just a second"

You hold up your finger in panic and see a hint of a smile at the corner of Bucky's lips that is quick to go away as he sternly stares back at you.

"Romeo and Juliet" a young girl whispers in your ear from behind you and You thankfully nod your head

"Yes! i love you more than Romeo loved Juliet, and even though those two never got a forever, maybe we could. Maybe we could have our finite infinity together. Because I can't do this without you. Because since we were kids I have felt this pull too, this attraction that gave me sleepless nights"

"How do I know you won't run away the first chance you get?" he asks harshly and you move closer, getting in the row and seating yourself on the empty seat besides him, the man at the corner moving away to give you space to get in

"I don't know" you say, trying to stop the sobs that try to break free. Your face is caked with tears and Bucky brings his hand closer to your faces and wipes those tears with the sleeve of his shirt

"Y/n" he exhales your name in his deep hoarse voice and places his hand on your cheek "Why are you doing this?"

You close your eyes as a tear falls down Bucky's cheek. You've only ever seen him cry all of three times since the day you guys met. What did you do to him?

"I love you James. I want you. I'm so so sorry" you whisper, bringing you hand to his cheek and wiping away the tear. He gives in to your touch and closes his eyes

"You're not gonna ask me to get back with Nat?"

A sob breaks through your mouth and you shake your head "No"

"How can I trust you?" His deep blues now stare at you and you try not to blink as several more tears start forming in your eyes. "How do I know you won't run away the first chance you get. How do I know you won't break my heart again?"

"I don't know" You cry and he shakes his head "What do I do? How do I make you believe me?"

"I don't know" he sighs and takes a deep breath, pulling harshly at his hair "God Y/n what are you doing to me?"

His voice is frustrated and you wanna tell him that that's exactly what you've been thinking. What the hell were you doing?

"I was sure about my decision about leaving and starting over and I'm leaving you to be with Sam. He is perfect for you. He likes to read books, and he watches the same boring shows and the same boring documentaries with you and he hasn't spent his entire childhood in a rivalry with you. He is perfect for you"

"But I want you" You whisper and he closes his eyes

"God, I so wanna believe you right now" he whispers in pain

"Then believe me. I love you. Marry me"

"I-I can't just-" he shakes his head and takes hold of your shoulders "Why? Why now"

"I talked to Nat"

"And she said it was okay?"

You nod your head as he shakes his

"So you're not here because of your own self?"

"What, no James of course I am"

He shakes his head

"You are here because Nat told you it was fine. Not because you were ready to be here for me no matter what"

"James thats-"

"Y/n please just" he turns away from you and looks out his window "Just go home and leave me be"

"James" you whisper "I can't I love you"

He sighs and growls in irritation

"What if Nat comes to you tomorrow and says she changed her mind?"

"What-"

"What if she tells you she loves me and she wants me? what would you do?"

"I-I" you shake your head "She won't do that"

"I don't care what she would or would not do. Just freaking tell me what you would do?"

"I-I" you stutter, trying to think of what to say before he nods his head

"I have my answer, you can leave" he turns away

"James"

"I can't do this Y/n" he groans "I can't be with you because every second I would be afraid that you would leave me the moment you get the chance"

"I won't-"

"I can't possibly know that"

"I'm telling you that. I won't leave ever ever again"

"Y/n, my love. Our love was never strong enough if all it took was the fear that Nat would hate you to leave me. If it really was that strong then you would have told her about us and convinced her to accept it"

"James" he places his finger on your lips

"I love you" he whispers as fresh tears start to form in his eyes "I love you with everything I have my love but you don't. These past two months made me realize if it was that easy for you to let me go while I kept fighting that maybe your feelings were never strong enough. I can't live with the fear that you would just leave me again because you don't love me enough"

You openly cry as he touches your cheek one last time before closing his eyes and leaning his head against the window.

You turn to look around and find the eyes of every single passenger on you guys. The stewardess have started to wheel their food trolley but their eyes are on you too as they look at you with pity

So now they all know how big you screwed up too then?

You take a deep breath, looking towards your seat where the lady previously sitting besides Bucky sits. You decide to apologize to her and maybe to every passenger on the plane and get to stand.

This was over. Your love was over. You just lost one of the best things that happened to you because of your stupidity. You ruined everything.

 Don’t let your love get away Y/n

You turn to look his way one last time and that is enough for your heart. For it decides this wasn’t it. He said he loved you right? Then you need to prove to him that you do to.

"Is anyone ordained here?"

You look around at the passengers of the flight as Bucky's head whips you look your way

"Y/n, what are you-"

"Proving to you how serious I am about this" You say resolutely and then look around the flight again "Is anyone ordained here?"

A young girl, seemingly in her late twenties raises her hand, wincing slightly

"I got ordained to marry my friends"

"Oh great" you clap your hands together as Bucky looks at you open mouthed "Will you be willing to Marry us if this Man answers my question"

She hesitantly nods her head before giving you a small smile

"Y/n what the hell? What question?"

"James Buchanan Barnes, ever since I met you for the first time when you spilled that stupid orange soda down my favorite dress, I have hated your guts. I have hated them more when despite your stupid teasing,I still found myself attending your games secretly because I was supposed to hate you. 

I hated you when I missed you terribly and spent sleepless nights worrying about if you were safe in Afghanistan. I hated this invisible string that was pulling me to you. 

And I made the biggest mistake of my life and I’m sorry. Maybe I would never be able to make up for what I did to you, the pain I caused but please please give me a chance. 

I know I have never shown you but my love is not weak. Its strong enough for me get run over here just to get you back. For me to propose to you in the air and wanting nothing more than to be yours. 

So please please give me a chance and Marry me”

You take a deep breath as you pull out a candy from your pocket and Bucky stares at it wide eyed.

"I don't have a ring currently but please accept this candy as a token of my love" you whisper and he keeps staring at the candy "This is me telling you that even though I don't need you like oxygen, I want you and I choose you"

Bucky closes his eyes as a single tear falls down one of his eyes. He shakes his head before opening his eyes and aiming the deep blue into yours. They shine as his lips take up a hint of a curve

"This is a forever thing Y/n" he says from his seat "You can't back out, I won't be able to handle it"

"Never in my wildest dreams will I back out" you whisper and bring the candy in front of his face.

He stares at it for a second before smiling and taking it from your hand and putting it in his mouth, sliding the wrapper in his pocket.

Rounds of applause fill up the plane as Bucky bites the things in his mouth, breaking it into pieces and then taking your lips in his, effectively sharing.

You laugh as he whispers yes against your mouth again and again.

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We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

You rest your head against Bucky's shoulder as he holds your hand, the his other arm gently guiding your body along with the music.

The windows are tinted with the early January snow in your suburban New York city home. The little droplets of snow shine with the ferry lights that adorn the windows from the outside.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

The little wall behind your back, directly in Bucky's line of site is bejeweled with memories of your time together.

The little Y/n riding her bike without training wheels for the first time with Nat, Steve and a grumpy Bucky posing for the camera in the background.

The young Bucky in his ninja spy costume with his arms around Steve's shoulder who himself is dressed in his Captain America costume. Nat stands besides Steve with a toothy grin, showing off her rabbit teeth and her Black Widow costume, with you beside her, waving shyly at the camera with a smile, proudly showing off your Witch attire.

A candid of Bucky and you around the age of eleven, eating your pieces of cakes at Steve's birthday party, sitting on the opposite corners of the couch.

A picture of you from when you were dressed as a tree, holding branches in both your hands.

A picture of Bucky before his Trek meet.

A picture of you in the driver's seat of your mother’s car as Nat sat on the passenger seat, trying to teach you how to drive, taken from the outside by Bucky who had refused to come anywhere near the car you were driving.

A picture of Bucky in his uniform with his mother, sister and all of you along with Steve's Mom as you bid the two of them goodbye with pearls in your eyes that you had denied having when Bucky had teased you. All of you seeing Bucky and Steve off as they leave for service in the army. 

A picture of you and Nat in your dorm room, with Nat pointing at the mess that was your side.

One of Bucky smiling for the camera as Steve clicks the first picture since he was discharged from the hospital after his arm injury. Nat and you standing to the side and watching him.

A picture of you and Bucky with his lips on your cheek as you smile for the camera, the Ferris wheel in your background. Taken by the old woman who offered to click your picture.

A selfie taken by Bucky as he sits on the edge of the bed, with you making faces from behind.

A picture taken by one of the fellow passengers on the airplane of your impromptu wedding. You two sitting on your seats, holding each other's hands and maintaining eye contact as the girl marries you, standing behind your seats.

Another one from the Chicago Marriage Registration office, taken just after you made it official.

One from the reception of your wedding you had to have after Bucky's mother freaked about not having gotten to see her son get married. And also because you both wanted to show each other off. And because Bucky wanted to see you in a dress as you walked down the aisle to him. And because you wanted to see him standing there waiting for you.

A picture of your honeymoon on Hawaii as you sat on the sand, your back against his bare chest and his legs opening to fit you in against him and his arms around your body, fingers playing with the strings of your bikini.

Another of the two of you bathed in sweat and breathing heavily while lying against the wall that read the top of the empire state building.

One of you hugging Steve from the side as the two of you look at the young boy in his arms, both with traces of salty streams down your cheeks, Peggy sleeping in her hospital bed in the background.

One of the two of you sitting down on the floor, leaning against the several boxes, completely exhausted on moving day.

A picture of Bucky sitting on your office desk, proudly showing your name stand to the camera.

And another of Bucky with tears streaming down his eyes as he shows Steve the ultra sound picture of your little girl.

One of Nat protectively holding your stomach and pushing Bucky away as he frowns at her, you laughing heartily.

One of your heavily pregnant self standing beside Nat in her wedding dress with you in your maid of honor dress, Bucky holding little Grant Rogers in his arms on your other side as Steve and Peggy stand besides Sam in his Groom outfit.

An empty frame waiting for the birth of you little princess to house the first family photo.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

A calendar is sitting on the kitchen counter behind you, a little heart on the date just 2 days from now when your little girl is due to join you.

Bucky slowly twirls you, staying mindful of your bump as he brings you back in his arms before carefully bending you just a little and placing a soft kiss against your lips before gently placing his hands on either side of your stomach and bending down to place a kiss right there as you smile and hum with the song playing in the background.

Life was good.

END

[nekoannie-chan]

Universus

Pareja: Brock Rumlow X Lectora mutante.

Palabras: 1597 palabras.

Sinopsis: Parecía un día normal de entrenamiento para ti y Brock hasta que Johnny llegó a arruinar el día.

Advertencias: Angst, es un horror AU.

N/A: Universus significa Universo en latín.

Esta es mi entrada para Season of Fiction Writing challenge 2020 la frase de otoño #1:

“Te DIJE que no soporto las casas embrujadas”.

También es mi entrada para Val’s 500 Writing challenge con la frase #3:

“Vaya, vaya, vaya. Éste nos jodió a todos. ¿En qué problemas te metiste ahora, cariño?”

Y mi entrada para Anika-Ann’s 500 Celebration Challenge con la frase de Arrow #5:

“Le dices a alguien acerca de esto, te mato”.

“…Es sólo una expresión, ¿verdad?”

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

Te resbalaste, hiciste una mueca de dolor; Brock volteó y te vio en el piso, regresó a checar si estabas herida.

— ¿Estás bien? —te preguntó ofreciéndote su mano.

—Sí, no es nada, sólo me distraje —respondiste tomando su mano y levantándote con su ayuda.

— ¿Segura? Has tenido muchos accidentes y estado distraída toda la semana —comentó con preocupación Brock.

Te sacudiste el polvo y miraste a tu novio sonriendo.

—Vamos, hemos logrado sobrevivir al tipo de la capa rara y la chica que saca dagas de su mano, también al grupo de niños raros que tienen un dinosaurio.

—Sigo sin entender por qué tienen un dinosaurio —cuestionó Brock poniendo una mano en su barba.  

—Después de todo lo que hemos vivido, ¿aún hay cosas que te sorprenden? —cuestionaste incrédula.

—No exactamente, más bien me sorprende que yo sin tener poderes sigo vivo —respondió.

—Eso es porque yo me encargo de curar con mis poderes todas tus heridas en las misiones, sino probablemente tu destino sería otro —reconociste satisfecha.

—Siempre tan modesta —comentó con ironía.

—Claro, bueno la siguiente vez no te curo y a ver quién te ayuda.

—No creo que seas tan cruel… ¿o sí? —preguntó nervioso.

—Rétame y verás —amenazaste.

—Sabes que te amo mucho, ¿verdad? —respondió Brock tratando de sonar amigable y acercándose a ti.

—Ni se te ocurra —lo detuviste poniendo tu mano en su pecho.

—No te enojes amor, sino en cuanto se ponga la feria te llevaré a la casa embrujada.

Se acercó más y empezó a besar tu brazo.

—Noooo, sabes que odio las casas embrujadas, déjame —dijiste riendo, sabías lo que intentaba.

Si lo dejabas continuar, lograría su objetivo y ya no podrías seguir fingiendo que estabas molesta con él, aunque evidentemente, en la noche te ibas a vengar. Vieron la hora y decidieron que era mejor volver a la base antes de que empezarán a buscarlos o los encontrarán en una situación “comprometedora”.

 Edificio Baxter

 Johnny vio el objeto que tenía en sus manos, había escuchado a Ben hablar de él, evidentemente Reed lo había construido, aunque no lograba entender para que servía, lo agitó un poco, pero no pasó nada.

Quizás podía llevarlo con T/N y Wanda y ver si podían descubrir que hacía ese objeto o para qué servía.

De inmediato lo guardó y se fue para la base, seguramente sería una visita muy divertida, siempre que estaban los tres solían tener muchas aventuras.

 Base

 —Hola señoritas —saludó Johnny entrando.

— ¿Qué haces aquí? —preguntó Brock.

Johnny y Brock no se llevaban nada bien, ya que Brock creía que le gustabas a Johnny.

— ¿Qué es eso? —preguntó Wanda al ver lo que Johnny tenía en sus manos.

—No lo sé, lo encontré en el laboratorio de Reed, pero ustedes dos son muy inteligentes y sé que me ayudarán a descubrirlo —respondió Johnny ignorando a Brock.

—Pues…parece…algo que seguramente Reed va a estar muy enojado si no lo encuentra cuando lo busque —dijiste.

—Oh vamos no creo que…

En ese momento el Multisect se activó y todo se volvió oscuro por unos segundos.

 Lugar desconocido

 Abriste los ojos confundida, te sentías aturdida, suponías que los demás también lo estaban, volteaste buscando al resto, quienes estaban tirados en el lugar, no sabías donde estaban, ni siquiera te parecía conocido.

— ¿Todos están bien? —inquirió Johnny levantándose.

— ¿Dónde estamos? —preguntó Brock malhumorado, él estaba seguro que iban a tener problemas.

—Este lugar es muy lúgubre —dijo Wanda asustada.

—Sólo espero que no aparezca un loco con un machete o una sierra eléctrica y quiera asesinarnos —comentaste.

—Bueno, Campanita, regrésanos a la base —ordenó Brock.

—Sí, si claro —murmuró Johnny mientras agitaba el Multisect.

Wanda y tú intercambiaron miradas, conocían a Johnny, así que tendrían que buscar otra forma de regresar a la base…aunque quizás primero deberían averiguar dónde estaban. Johnny parecía nervioso, no sabía cómo funcionaba dicho objeto.

“Vaya, vaya, vaya. Éste nos jodió a todos. ¿En qué problemas te metiste ahora, cariño?”

—Brock, no es momento de sarcasmos, debemos averiguar donde se supone que estamos y sobretodo como volver a la base…

—El imbécil de tu amigo nos trajo a quien sabe dónde, no tenemos armas aparte de las que llevamos para el entrenamiento, ni nada para defendernos como sabemos, tendremos que improvisar y lo peor, no tenemos ni la más mínima idea de cómo es el terreno —te interrumpió Brock.

—Tenemos a Wanda que tiene poderes, Johnny tiene poderes, yo tengo poderes, estaremos bien, aparte para eso son los entrenamientos ¿no?

Brock soltó un gruñido inconforme, no le gustaba para nada lo que estaba pasando, claro que podía tener combates cuerpo a cuerpo, los cuales eran su especialidad, pero sabía bien que para algunas cosas, tener algún tipo de poder era más efectivo y las armas eran de gran ayuda también.

—Johnny por favor, no vayas a perder esa cosa, no me importa que Reed te regañe, sino que seguramente lo necesitamos para volver a casa…

Se escuchó en las cercanías como si arrastraran cadenas y pisaran hojas, los cuatro se pusieron en posición para defenderse si era necesario.

— ¿Qué fue eso? —preguntaste asustada en un susurro.

—Creo que tu pregunta más bien es ¿dónde estamos? —corrigió Wanda.

—Tenemos dos opciones, o nos quedamos aquí como estúpidos en lo que Campanita trata de arreglar esa porquería o comenzamos a caminar para encontrar una salida, obviamente no debemos de separarnos —propuso Brock.

Voltearon a ver a Johnny, quien sonrió nerviosamente.

—No sé cómo funciona —admitió.

Brock suspiró exasperado, tendrían que caminar sin saber que peligros habían.

—No sé quién es más inútil si éste o Rogers, aunque por el momento creo que ya tengo un ganador —farfulló Brock.

—Entonces ¿qué hacemos? —preguntaste.

Johnny se impulsó para poder volar, sin embargo no funcionó, de igual manera Wanda intentó usar sus poderes creando un campo, tampoco hubo éxito.

—Vale, estamos jodidos, creo que tendremos que caminar para llegar a la carretera…o a algún lugar que nos pueda acercar a una zona poblada, quizás ahí podemos conseguir un teléfono para llamarle a los demás y vengan por nosotros —dijiste mientras buscabas la brújula en tus bolsillos.

Una vez que la encontraste, comenzaron a caminar hacia donde les indicaba que era el norte, Wanda te tomó de la mano para tratar de controlar el miedo que sentían ambas, Brock tenía una cara de pocos amigos y Johnny intentaba que una flama apareciera en sus dedos.

El bosque parecía enorme e interminable, perdieron la noción del tiempo, ya no sabían si llevaban horas o minutos caminando, cada vez el lugar se tornaba más lúgubre.

— ¿Segura que es el camino correcto? —cuestionó Wanda.

—No lo sé, ni siquiera sé dónde estamos, sólo estoy siguiendo a donde la brújula me dice que es el norte —respondiste.

De pronto Brock los detuvo, lo miraste pidiendo explicaciones; sin embargo él se llevó un dedo a la boca para que todos se callaran, se escondieron detrás de un árbol enorme.

Un grupo de personas con máscaras pasaron, parecía que tenían unos rehenes que llevaban a algún lugar.

—Deberíamos ayudarles —susurras.

—No podemos preocuparnos por otros.

—Aunque nunca me ha agradado, tu novio tiene razón —apoyó Johnny.

Comenzaron a caminar lentamente para no llamar la atención y poder huir, cuando estaban lo suficientemente lejos se toparon con otro tipo que llevaba otra máscara, anqué Brock y tú le dispararon, no le hicieron ningún daño, los comenzó a perseguir, fue entonces que se separaron en dos grupos, tú y Brock, Wanda y Johnny, sin darse cuenta.

Después de que se aseguraron que ya no los perseguían, se detuvieron, volteaste buscando a tus amigos mientras tratabas de recuperar el aire.

—Brock… ¿Wanda y Johnny? —preguntaste entrecortadamente.

—No lo sé…creí que venían atrás de nosotros.

— ¿Los buscamos o qué hacemos?

—Primero, no separarnos, segundo, hay que caminar tratando de evitar a esos malditos locos y encontrarlos.

Se tomaron de la mano y empezaron a caminar, era difícil determinar si ya habían pasado por el lugar o no, por momentos tenían que volver a huir cuando eran perseguidos.

—Te DIJE que no soporto las casas embrujadas.

—Esta no es una maldita casa embrujada, es un bosque embrujado —respondió Brock.

—Como sea, Brock, en serio tengo mucho miedo, debemos encontrar a Wanda y a Johnny —gimoteaste.

Llegó el momento en el que estuvieron rodeados, parecía que no había escapatoria, intentaron correr hasta que terminaron chocando contra la otra pareja.

— ��Están bien? —preguntó Wanda aterrada.

—Seguimos vivos, pero no sé por cuanto tiempo…

De manera impulsiva Johnny les lanzó a los atacantes el Multisect, el cual se activó en el momento exacto en el que parecía que los iban a atacar.

Viste a los demás sin comprender, nadie sabía cómo era que habían llegado a la base, lo único que importaba era que estaban a salvo. Wanda y tú se abrazaron mientras que Brock tomó a Johnny del cuello de la playera para amenazarlo.

—Le dices a alguien acerca de esto, te mato.

—…Es sólo una expresión, ¿verdad?

—No imbécil, lo estoy diciendo en serio…

—Brock es suficiente, Johnny ya aprendió la lección, va a regresar el objeto al laboratorio de Reed, ¿verdad Johnny? —irrumpiste separando a los hombres.

—Sí, si claro.

—Es más lo vamos a acompañar —sentenció Wanda.

Entraron al laboratorio y Johnny dejó el Multisect donde lo había encontrado, luego fueron al vestíbulo y ahí se encontraron a Reed.

—Hola chicos, ¿no han visto mi Multisect? —les preguntó.

— ¿Tu qué?

—Multisect, sirve para viajar a otros universos…saben, olvídenlo, no quiero que se metan en problemas.

—Doctor Richards, si supiera... —farfullaste mientras él se iba.

[scentedsongrebel]

Decisions (Mini Series)

COMPLETED

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Summary: Modern AU 

“Don’t you understand?” He screams, running his hands through his hair in anger “I love you, I freaking love only you”

A single tear falls down your eye as you shake your head

“Sometimes you need to make sacrifices for your love”

“What you are asking of me makes me sacrifice my love”

A sudden unexpected loss compels you make a decision that stands to ruin everything to built with Bucky.

Warnings:  Cursing, fluff, angst, sexual references but no actual smut, minor character death, emotional stuff, idiot reader.

Written for @anika-ann ‘s #challenge500ann

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 

[scentedsongrebel]

MASTERLIST

❤- Fluff

💣- Angst

🌹- Complete

🙈- WIP

Marvel

Steve Rogers × Reader:

ONE SHOTS:

Mission: Get Cap the girl  💓🌹

(Chapters : 1/1)  (Complete)

They may be master assassins, ex-soldiers, super heroes and spies but               matchmakers they were not.

Midnight Missing 💓🌹

(Chapters: 1/1) (Complete)

When you start leaving the room around midnight only to come back in the mornings Steve starts to become suspicious and who better to help him than the worst spies in history.

What happens in Vegas 💣💓🌹

(Chapters 1/1) (Complete)

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? Wrong. And someone really should have told you that. 

Written for:   #Kaytees1000FollowerChallenge.

Promts: 

“Kiss me again but like you mean it this time” 

“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right out of your lungs”

SERIES:

Mystery Masterlist 💣💓🙈

(Chapters: 2/?) (Work in Progress)

Mystery- Something that is difficult or impossible to explain or understand.

She was a mystery. A vigilante with an unknown purpose they said. A criminal others called her. Now it is upto the Avengers to chase a lead that leaves no traces of its existence behind.

He is a man out of his time. A stranger in a sea of acquaintances trying to find a familiar face. Enter a sweet snarky nurse and Steve finds himself a home. But that is all isn’t it? 

A series of one shots detailing a peculiar love story.

Broken Pieces 💓🌹

(Chapters: 3/3) (Complete)

After fighting in the war against Nazis, defeating off alien invasions, defending the world from Hydra’s evil plans and countless other things. Steve will still not be shocked if his children are the ones that get him killed.

In which a broken piece of furniture forces Steve to embark on a secret mission.

Desi Girl

Steve Rogers × Desi! Reader. ❤️

Series of one shots.

Bucky Barnes x Reader:

Waiting for Light 💣💣💓🙈

(Chapters: 1/3) (Work in Progress)

After a mission gone wrong, Bucky finds himself living in his worst nightmare.

Written for:  Dani’s Awesome Writing Challenge Mix Vol. 1, #danisawesomewcmix.

Prompt:  “I’m gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy”.

Decisions 💣💣❤🌹

(Chapters 2/2) (Complete)

Modern AU

"Don't you understand?" He screams, running his hands through his hair in anger "I love you, I freaking love only you"

A single tear falls down your eye as you shake your head

"Sometimes you need to make sacrifices for your love"

"What you are asking of me makes me sacrifice my love"

A sudden unexpected loss compels you make a decision that stands to ruin everything to built with Bucky.

Written for:  #challenge500ann

Prompt:  “What is wrong with you two? That’s not friendship”.

 CHASE MASTERLIST (Series) 💣💓🙈

(Chapters: 2/?) (Hiatus)

“Mr. ‘B’ world renounced thief, they call him an artist you see.” He laughs, one devoid of humor and pushes his hair off his forehead as he brings his hand in front of his face, all his fingers touch his thumb to make the ‘fox’ shape from them.

“The beauty with which he crafts his muse. Every robbery a new piece of art. Every stroke careful and planned. Every scheme drawn with precision. He takes pride in his master pieces”.He shakes his head, his lips setting in a firm line.

“For me, well he is just a pity thief. And who better to know a thief than one herself”

Written for:  #2kBollywood writing challenge

Prompt: Dhoom 2 (Bollywood Movie)

Harry Potter

Marauders Era:

- Same old drama _💓🌹

(Chapters:1/1) (Complete)

Just a one-shot where Marlene Mckinnon is greeted with a peculiar scene when she visits the common room. 

-A Normal Day 💓🌹

(Chapters:1/1) (Complete)

“Oh! God, Potter I have been declining your requests on going out with you ever since I can remember and now suddenly you think I wrote you a love letter?” Just an ordinary day in the life of one Remus John Lupin.

Remus Lupin × Nymphadora Tonks:

- Confessions 💓💣💣🌹

(Chapters: 1/1) (Complete)

Just a one-shot about the first time Tonks confessed her feelings to Remus. Inspired purely by the segment Remus Lupin on Pottermore.

[scentedsongrebel]

Decisions (1/2)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Summary: Modern AU

"Don't you understand?" He screams, running his hands through his hair in anger "I love you, I freaking love only you"

A single tear falls down your eye as you shake your head 

"Sometimes you need to make sacrifices for your love"

"What you are asking of me makes me sacrifice my love"

A sudden unexpected loss compels you make a decision that stands to ruin everything to built with Bucky.

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, angst, sexual references but no actual smut, minor character death, emotional stuff, idiot reader.... tell me if I miss any

Word Count: 8141

A/N: This is my entry for the amazing @anika-ann​‘s #challenge500ann. Congratulations on your 500 followers!!! You totally deserve this!!!

Buckle up for some extreme drama. This too dramatic you guys. 

Another addition to my extra long oneshot turned into a series.

My prompt is: “What is wrong with you two? That’s not friendship”. 

SERIES MASTERLIST    MAIN MASTERLIST

You snuggle further into the warmth of his chest as he traces random patterns on your bare back with his fingers. The sigh of content that leaves his lips encourages a curve to make home on your lips.

"You are beautiful" he says, bending his head down sideways to look at you, entangled in his arms

You shift a little, trying to hide the flustered look you know your face has taken but he is having none of that as he moves to take up your chin in between his index finger and thumb

"Hey" he smiles that dazzling smile that has your heart a fluttering mess

"Hi" you shyly smile back

"I love how flustered and tired you are right now"

You swat him in the chest playfully and he lets out a groan

"Hey!" He massages the area you hit him on, glaring at you playfully "seems the feisty one is back"

"She was never gone" You say, moving to sit up on the bed with your back against the headboard, a smile never leaving your lips "I was just content but you of course ruined it"

He sighs in mock dejection before moving closer to you and pulling you up on his lap, your back to his chest and his back resting against the headboard

"How do I keep you like that?"

"Well not opening your stupid mouth for once can help" you tease and he lets out a laugh

"Well, then how will I do this" he says moving his hands to turn your face towards him and engulfing your mouth in a heavy make out session

You let out a moan as he moves to place wet kisses along your jaw, cheek, everywhere he an reach from his position

"Bucky" you whisper as he traces a mark he left on your shoulder with his tongue and he just smiles, placing a last kiss on that spot before moving back to lay his head on the top on the head board

"Still want me to keep my mouth closed doll?" He asks and you shake your head

"Maybe don't speak then" you laugh as he tightens his arms around you

"That will help me with a lot in various sectors on my life, not gonna lie baby"

You nod your head and move to lay your head on his shoulder "Would definitely help to keep me content a little longer"

He moves his had away from where it was running over the delicate plains of your stomach to take hold of the pillow on your side of the bed to place it behind him above the pillow supporting the lower half of his back, then bringing his hand back on your skin to restart its ministrations

"On second thought, I like my feisty Y/n just as much if not more"

"Hmmm" you hum with a pat on his hand that rests just below your breast "Correct answer"

You two sit there, wrapped around the feel of each other and the bliss before he speaks up

"Marry me"

Your heart skips a beat as you immediately open your eyes that widen in shock

"What-"

"Marry me" he says again and then moves you so that you face him, still on his lap, with your legs stranding him "I know we've not been dating long and I know it seems too soon but Y/n doll, I look at you sitting on my lap, my arms around you and there is nothing else I wanna do. I imagine the rest of my life and there you are, everywhere, every decision that I have made these past months have been with you in mind and I can't wait for the threshold set up by society on when it is right to get married, I wanna do it now please, Marry me"

He holds your face between both his hands and stares deep into your eyes. His deep blue orbs shine with intensity and you feel your heart accelerating its speed.

You open your mouth to say something but words seem to betray as no sound comes out. You close your mouth and try to speak again and when that attempt fails you just grab his face and crash your lips against his.

He moans before moving his hands to your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck.

The kiss is noisy, its messy with both your tears spilling down your faces, your bodies an entanglement of limbs. Moments, maybe days pass by before necessity of breathing compels you to pull away.

He looks at you, moving his hands to wipe off your tears with the base of his palm and gives you a small smile

"Is that a yes?" He asks, moving a string of hair that had come to rest on your cheek behind your ear

You vigorously nod your head before pulling his lips back for another kiss.

He laughs against your lips as he moves his hands to your waist and kisses you back before pulling away

"Wow wow hang on doll" he laughs as you dive for another one "I need a verbal confirmation"

You look at him with irritation before opening your mouth and again finding yourself at loss of words

He looks at your open mouth hopefully but you stay still, stuck in your position, words not leaving your mouth

"Come on baby" he encourages "I gotta hear it, come on say it"

"I-I"

"Its just one word"

You nod your head

"Aa-- aa"

"Seriously?" He whines "just say yes"

"I-I"

"Yes doesn't even starts from an I" He whines pulling away from you and moving you to sit besides him rather than on top of him "Now I know you're just teasing me"

He moves to the edge of the bed and goes on to pull on his sweat pants and before he can reach for his shirt you quickly jump on his back

"Yes" you place a kiss on the side of his forehead, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind

A smile graces his features that you can see through the mirror in front of you

"Say that again"

"Yes"

He turns to face you, untangling your arms from around him

"Again"

"Yes"

His hands trace a path over your body starting from your lower back and sliding all the way to the back of your neck

"Again"

"Yes James I will Marry you"

And that is it, he takes your lips completely to himself, relishing in your love

Before you can proceed any further though, your phone on the side table rings

"Ignore" Bucky says through a kiss, his hands travelling south

"Its my Nat designated ringtone" You say as you try to pull away "You know she would get suspicious"

"Well now she has to know seeing as we are gonna be Man and Wife"

"James please"

"Fine but be fast okay" he says "I just got engaged and I gotta celebrate"

You grin at him before you pick up your phone. The grin slowly fades to a frown as the person on the other side continues speaking. When the call is over and the phone slips down your hands there is not much you can do than look at Bucky in shock

"There was an accident" a tear slips down your eyes as Bucky moves to pull you close "Mr. Romanoff, he is injured. We gotta go”.

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You push your way through the hospital corridors, your attention solely on Nat and reaching her. Nat has always been really close to her father and you know this must be killing her and you need to be there with her.

As you reach the reception area, Bucky moves ahead to inquire before a tall, broad figure makes his way towards you guys.

"Steve!" You call running to him and wrapping your arms around him "how is he?"

He shakes his head, eyes shinning

"Its bad"

You move your hand to cover your mouth as a sob breaks through. Bucky moves towards you and pulls you into his arms as you try to control yourself. Your face is pressed against his chest with his hand soothingly rubbing up and down your back.

He kisses the top of your head before looking at Steve

"Define bad"

Steve shakes his head dejectedly.

"They asked us to say our goodbyes" another sob breaks out of you at that and even Bucky looks up at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears that start to form "Nat is there with him right now, I left to give them some time together. He's barely conscious"

At the mention of your best friend, you quickly pull away from Bucky, taking a deep breath and wiping your face off the tears vigorously

"I need to be with Nat" you say with determination "she acts all brave but she needs us, she needs me"

Your voice breaks at the last sentence and you quickly try to control it as Bucky places his hand on your shoulder trying to reassure you and you nod, not looking at him lest you cry again

Steve nods his head before turning back towards the ICU and you follow, your hand tightly held in Bucky's

When you reach outside the hospital room, Steve stops you and looks at your intervened hands

"You might not want her to find out like this"

You look at Steve in confusion before he nods at your hands and you quickly pull it away, not noticing the hurt in Bucky's eyes

"You-you" You stutter and Steve shakes his head

"I know everything this punk does" he says "even when he thinks he could hide it from me".

You nod, not caring about anything other than the well being of your friend and being there for her while trying to hold yourself together as you loose a man that has been like a father figure to you

Turning around back to give Bucky a glance, you can see how hard he tries to conceal the pain he feels too.

Mr. Romanoff has been one of the nicest Men you had met in your entire life and has always been there for all four of you whenever needed. He raised his 7-year old alone after his wife lost her life to cancer. He was the one that helped arrange for your parents’ funeral when they died in that accident and gave you a home to come to during holidays. He helped Bucky when he was too scared to call his parents when he crashed his father’s car. He was there when Steve needed someone to guide him through the shaky paths that his career took. His presence has been an important part of all of your lives.

You squeeze Bucky’s hand before releasing it and pushing the door open. Nat who has been holding her father's arm turns her head and looks towards you.

Dark black steaks of mascara runs down her eyes that seem to match her auburn hair, red-rimmed from crying. Her lips quiver as she tries to control her breathing.

The moment she sees you though, she breaks down completely and you feel yourself loosing it too as tears run down your face.

"Oh Nat" you run towards her and throw your arms around her. She stands up and hugs you back with one arm, the other still holding onto her dad as she fears letting go. She sobs and she sobs and this is the first time you see her so broken and beyond herself.

"I can't do this Y/n" she whispers and you don't know what to say to her. What can you say? And so you rub her back and let her cry on your shoulder.

"You have me, you will always have me. I will be there with your through all of this" you whisper trying to calm her down

You pull away to look at Mr. Romanoff, laying in the hospital bed with countless wires running through his body.

He gives you a small smile through his oxygen mask and you know it pains him to do so. You put your hand on Nat's shoulder who has taken her seat besides his bed, both her hands enclosing her father's hand.

You nod at him, letting him know you would take care of her and he closes his eyes for a beat before looking at you again and you know he is thanking you.

Bucky and Steve move ahead towards the bed and have their own silent conversations with him before a nurse produces chairs for all of you to sit down around him.

Steve whispers something about his talk to the doctors but your mind is too foggy to understand a word he says so you just shake your head.

Mr. Romanoff moves his hand out of his daughters before moving it to place it on her cheek and wiping away the tears, shaking his head.

He then places his hand on his oxygen mask and goes to remove it and you all almost scream, scrambling to stop him but he holds his other arm out as if in a stop motion and you all obey

"My-My Nat- Natalia" He says, his voice completely hoarse and its evident he has problem in getting words out but you know he needs to say them before he goes so you let him

"Natalia" he says again, caressing her cheeks "I love you, you-" he coughs and Steve moves to place the oxygen mask back on his mouth and he breathes for a while before placing his hand on Steve's and shifting the mask aside

"You live how- how-" cough "ever you.... want"

A sob rips out of Nat's mouth and Bucky moves from behind you to behind her and hugs her from behind. She holds onto his strong arms as she closes her eyes and nods at her father

"I love you" she whispers and he nods his head, looking at her and Bucky as Steve places the mask back on his face before Mr. Romanoff signs that he wants to speak more and Steve shifts it aside

He looks at Steve, then you and then fixes his gaze on Bucky "I know she won't be alone" and you nod through your tears, reassuringly

"She-she won't" you say, trying to keep your voice straight

"We will take care of her Mr. Romanoff" Steve says resolutely

Bucky nods his head too, maintaining eye contact with Nat's father

"You are a nice man James" he says through a cough "I-I know you will keep her happy"

Bucky nods his head resolutely

"I will"

"I-I give her hand to you then" he says, voice hoarse "Give her all the love you have"

Bucky's eyebrows furrow in confusion as Mr. Romanoff coughs again and Steve places the mask back on, confused himself.

You look at Bucky with wide eyes to find him looking back at you, shaking his head

"Dad?" Nat says through another sob, questioningly and her father just shakes his head taking her both hands and motioning for Bucky to come close and places them in his hands, nodding his head.

"You-you?" Nat stutters

"You want them to get married" you say with wide eyes, looking at the man on the bed as he takes his daughters hand in his and asks her to sing for him.

As Nat sings a last song for her father through her tears, you and Bucky look at each other, not knowing what to say or do.

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"You marry her"

"Are you crazy?? I can't do that"

"Why not"

"Because I love you"

You shake your head, tears clouding your vision

"Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for your love"

"What you are asking of me makes me sacrifice my love" Bucky pulls on the ends of his hair as he tries to come closer to you and you take a step back "Y/n please don't do this. We will find some kind of solution to this"

You shake your head

"No Bucky, we can't"

"Why?"

"Because Nat is my friend, my sister and I will not deceive her. We have told her enough lies already. This ends now"

The typical Boy teases girl, girl hates boy and the drama in between. That was the relationship you had with Bucky. Ever since high school when Nat would get along with everyone and you were the recluse. Every single person in your small town knew you don’t get along with Bucky, yet you tolerated him and him you because of both of your friendships with Steve and Natasha.

Somewhere along the line the everyday banter between the two of you changed into thin thin tension. The air between the the two of you thin enough to be cut by a knife and with that knife did you cut the tension. Several intense nights and indefinite talking sessions later you realized you had feelings for each other and decided to give the relationship thing a try. A secret from your friends that Steve eventually found out but somewhere you could never find the right moment to tell Nat.

"And you make that decision?" He huffs in anger crossing his arms

"Bucky please" you shakily whisper, trying to hold back the tears that threaten escape "Nat just lost everything, I can't- We can't do this to her"

"Y/n" he takes several quick steps forward to engulf you in his arms "I love you"

Several more salty streams make their way through your face and you take a deep breath trying to control your breathing.

You shake your head, bringing your hands to Bucky's shoulders and pushing him away

"Nat likes you" you say "She always has. It was just me that thought she was over it when she started dating other guys. It was my heart that wanted you so badly that it made me believe that by being with you I was not betraying Nat. That is why I could never tell her about us"

"Y/n-" you raise a hand to stop him from speaking any further, crossing your arms and taking a step back

"I saw it in her eyes. The way she looked at you. The way she always did but I just convinced myself it was not that but I can't do that anymore"

"Why not?" he whispers before huffing in frustration, pulling at his hair "Why do you have to be the one to let go of me? Why can't she do that"

"Because she loved you first" you look up towards the roof of the dark, dingy room you found for yourself in the hospital, trying to persuade the tears to stay where they are, to not escape. At least not where he could see, where he was close enough to take you in his arms.

You beg those tears to wait for the moments in secrecy where you can let them out to freedom. Open up and let those sobs take over you.

"I am not a toy" he is angry now. Very very angry. Furious. "You don't get to decide this- this stupid who loved me first bullshit. Who I should or should not be with. You don't. Its my choice and that is you"

You shake your head 

"Bucky, give her a chance, I'm sure you would come to love her just like you did with me"

"Is this a game to you" Bucky lets out a dry, humorless laugh before shaking his head, his teeth dangerously grinding together making his immense anger apparent "You know what? You want me to give her a chance? You think its easy to just let go of the one you love and to latch onto another? Then maybe I will do that"

He grinds his teeth and you close your eyes. Loss was something you were all too familiar with. But this? This was something else. This was giving up everything you didn't know you wanted with the knowledge that you are the one that ruined it. 

"But why am I the only one who has to do this huh?" He questions and venom drips from his voice as he takes hold of your shoulders and forces you to look at him "Why do I have to be with someone else while you get to walk away? No that is not how this is going to work"

He shakes his head, bringing his hand in front of your face to place a string of your hair that had fallen on your face to behind your ear as he whispers

"I promise you my love, For you and only for the love I have for you, I will do it. I will take Nat on a date, several dates, I will try to give her a little ounce of the love that my heart has after it was conquered by you and I will spend my life with her if that's where it goes."

You sigh in relief and try to thank him but he places an index finger to your lips

"Only when you do the same. When you find someone to love, when you have to do everything that I have to"

"Bucky-"

He raises an eyebrow at you

"You can't do that can you now?"

His smile is mocking, its knowing, knowing he has you, knowing you couldn't do that, calling you out on your hypocrisy. His eyes shine and you feel yourself going closer and closer before Nat's face, her eyes, her tear stained face appears in your vision, her father’s last wishes.

"Deal" you say nodding your head and raising your hand, offering it for a shake to seal the deal

Bucky looks at you with shock and confusion, not having expected you to agree and reluctantly lets you shake his as he stares at your hands joined together.

The last connection you believe you'll have with him.

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"This is so stupid"

"Steve please"

"I am not getting into whatever this stupid deal you have with Bucky"

"Steve just think about it"

"No"

"Steve"

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"I want you to be my man"

He looks at you completely bewildered

"Are you crazy? I don't see you like that"

You nod your head

"I know and that is why" you smile "This is every man's dream"

"To date a woman who is like a sister to him?" He asks "Sorry to break it to you sweetie but you have Men all wrong"

"No you idiot" you hit the back of his head "I can be used to chase off all the girl that just don't leave in the morning, like How I met your mother style"

"That is not every man's dream" he sighs

"Details details" you wave him off "so what do you say"

"No"

"Oh come on"

"Bucky is my best friend I'm not doing this to him" he sighs "and what you are doing y/n, you have to know how stupid this is right?"

You ignore his question

"You are the only man I trust"

"You trust another one, if only you were not actively ruining so many lives"

"Please"

"Bucky is my brother"

"I thought he was your best friend?"

"He is my everything"

"You sure you are not just saying no to me because you have feelings for him?"

"Whatever you wanna think" He rolls his eyes “And I already have a wife”

“Details” you glare at him and he sighs

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"I have been so lost these days" Nat sighs as she sits on a chair sipping on her coffee "I know I need to move on, its been what?"

"2 months" you nod your head moving to place your hand on hers "Its okay to wanna grieve"

She gives you a small smile

"Thank you for being there for me Y/n" she moves forward in her chair "You have always been my biggest support system"

You smile at her, tears clouding your vision

"You have been there for me Nat, when I lost everything you were there, you helped me cope up with my parent's death, you helped me not become homeless and gave me a room in your apartment even though I couldn't pay my half of the rent, you helped me get the loan to finish my college education, every time you have been there for me, its time I pay you back"

When Nat shakes her head and gives you a little teary eyed smile before taking you in a small hug, while you both keep sitting on your chairs, she has no idea how much you mean what you say.

"I think I'm gonna go ahead and ask Bucky out" Nat says when you both break out of the hug "I think it was obvious how much I like him, I mean even dad noticed and he would have wanted this for me"

Ignoring the pain, the needles that suddenly pierce through your heart you force your lips into a small smile

"That is great Nat" you say quietly, she does not notice the hurt in your voice in all her excitement

"I mean he likes me too right" she says more than asks and you just try to avoid eye contact

Bucky holding your hand under the table when out with friends for dinner.

Bucky pulling you aside in the janitor's closet of the store just to steal some kisses

Bucky trying to stay quiet as your hands roam around him during movie nights.

"Doll"

"My love"

"Darling"

Words in his voice. Little specks of moments in the darkness of the night, in broad daylight, the smell of wood and leather and his strong cologne.

Its all that surrounds you and you have to close your eyes.

"We have been friends for so long and I think maybe he would say yes, wouldn't he Y/n?"

The shake on your shoulder brings you back in the world. The feeling unwelcome. The presence in reality painful as you turn to her with a smile and nod your head, words feeling foreign to you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, fine" You shake your head, trying and failing to throw out the memories that plague your brain "I just- I'm so happy for you Nat, its time you move ahead in life"

You give her the biggest smile you can master and she smiles back

"Me too" She joins her hands together "I have decided to cease every moment from now on. I'm done being sad. This is what dad would want. I'm gonna ask him myself"

You just nod looking over at the setting sun hidden behind the tall buildings in front of your New York city apartment.

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"Can I get some water?" Bucky asks Nat and she shifts in her chair to get up

"Get it yourself" you say from your place, knowing full well what he wanted to do. He turns to look at you and his eyes shine with intensity, forcing you to look away.

"Its okay Y/n" Nat places a hand on your shoulder before getting up "He just got here, he must be tired. I will get you some water"

Bucky nods at her thankfully and she leaves thinking your comment to be the regular fights you have with Bucky.

Bucky moves towards you and you purposely avoid eye-contact. He bends down to sit in front of your chair.

"Listen Y/n" Bucky starts to say but you just shake your head

"Bucky please"

"Love I can't" he whispers and a tear falls down your eye "Please stop avoiding me. My mind is going crazy, nothing makes sense, all I see is you, the future you said yes to"

"Bucky that was-"

He shakes his head taking your hands in his and you are now forced to look at his shining eyes.

But before either of you can say anything a voice calls about from behind you

"Here is your-" Natasha starts but the moment her eyes land on your tear stricken face, concern washes over hers "Y/n what's wrong?"

She quickly makes her way to you and Bucky wipes away his tears, his back to her. She sits down besides Bucky taking your hands away from his

"What is it Y/n?" She questions and you try to give her a smile as you shake your head but before you can say any further, Bucky interrupts you.

"Nat I wanted to talk to you about something" he gives you a look before turning back towards her with purpose

"What is it Bucky?"

"I said yes to Sam" you quickly say before Bucky can even let out a word "I'm officially his girlfriend now"

Nat's eyebrows shoot up to her hair as she blinks before turning back to you, clearly shocked. You don't dare look at Bucky

"What?"

"He's exactly the kind of guy for me" you nod your head and you can feel Bucky's gaze burning on your face but you refuse to look his way lest you break down "He's everything I have ever wanted in a guy"

Nat nods her head, furrowing her eyebrows

"Yeah, I know that and I have been telling you that for the past few months but you always said no"

You nod your head

"I didn't think I was ready" you say, more like whisper "Now I am"

"Oh my god Y/n" she laughs, clapping her hands together "This is great, he would be so happy"

You smile at her as she goes on about calling Sam before something catches her attention

"But why were you crying?" she asks you confused and then she turns to Bucky "And what did you want to talk to me about?"

Bucky's gaze still burns on your face and you close your eyes for a second before opening them again and finally, finally turning to look his way

His ocean eyes sparkle with remnants of tears he wiped away and new ones that threaten to escape.His eyes hold pain, pain and hurt. He stares in your eyes and they seem to resign when you refuse to budge and so closing his eyes, he turns back to Nat

"I was just asking Y/n's permission and she got too happy, those are happy tears"

His jaw clenches as he looks at your way again and now he is angry, really really angry

"Permission?" Nat asks confused

"To ask you out, she is your best friend, and we all know how she likes to make all the decisions"

Bucky spits out the last line venomously, looking at you again and you flinch from the anger in his eyes.

"Oh my god really?" Nat laughs and hugs Bucky from the side "Yes I would go out with you"

She seems to miss the silent interaction that Bucky and you have with your eyes. Neither does she see the anger in his eyes as he pulls away and gives her a smile

"I'm gonna call Sam. This is amazing. We can go on double dates. We will call Steve too. Don't wanna leave him alone" She babbles on as she stands up, typing on her phone, missing as Bucky leans over to you and whispers in your ear

"This what you want my love" he whispers harshly "this what you get"

And then he is up and gone, leaving you behind with a heavy heart and endless tears.

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The next month or so has been the worst of your life.

Bucky keeps his promise of staying with Nat but with an anger that is always directed at you. He tries, tries to be the best support he can be your her. But you realized soon enough the anger that had penetrated deep within him was completely directed at you.

You see a side of Bucky, you never knew even existed. A side that you never thought would be directed at you, even during the times when you two absolutely did not get along. The side he shows for vengeance.

All the dates he takes Nat on, all the places they visit. The ones he promised you he would take you to. You knew what he was doing. You could see in his eyes when Nat would excitedly mention the mountain spot that was exclusive to the two of you until now.

Bucky still called you love. In whispers through noises, in between stolen moments of conversations, every time it was only the two of you this time do his words of affections were different.They were whispered through gritted teeth, clenched fists, every sigh that would keep his disdain for you apparent.

He would remind you who was responsible for the pain that he could clearly see you were in.

His eyes would shine and his jaw would tick in extreme anger that would take every thing he had in himself to hold back when Sam would hold your hand or press a light kiss on your forehead.

The aggressive kisses he would place on Nat's lips while he clearly looked at you would make it clear what he was doing. Mocking you as if asking if that was what you want.

Everything hurt but all you could think about was Nat and her happiness and that would always stop you from taking any selfish decisions.

"Who would you chose?" Nat asks as he takes a sip of her wine.

You shake your head, jerking out of your mind and look at her

"What?"

"Oh I was asking Steve what he would chose? His girl or his friend?"

"For what?" You ask

"The drowning question, he has place for one person in the boat and Peggy and Bucky are drowning, who would he chose?" Nat answers

You turn to look at Steve who is shaking his head

"I would jump in the water and put them both on the boat" Steve says and Nat groans in irritation

"That's not how this works" she says "You gotta chose"

Steve click his tongue, taking a large sip of his bear and shaking his head

"Nope, I can't chose, I love both Bucky and Peggy too much"

If it were some other circumstance, some other day, earlier in life, you may have gone ahead and joked about him having romantic inclinations towards Bucky but even thinking about the man in questions who keeps staring at you whenever you are around as he drinks his bear is heart wrenching

"You can let me die" Bucky says, his voice hoarse "I don't care for it"

And you have to close your eyes as the words leave his mouth. The laughing, joking Bucky gone with the wind like the yellow leaf.

Steve stares at Bucky before he looks at you but your eyes remain closed

Nat is the only one unable to read the air around the room. She has always been simple like that.

"What about you Buck?" she asks excitedly "Who would you save Me or Y/n? I know Steve is gonna give you the pass so he is not an option" she shoots Steve a look before turning back to him

Not even a second passes before the answer is on the tip of his mouth, uttered in a whisper

"My girl" he says and it feels like he talks directly to you and you can't seem to look away "Always my girl"

The eye contact stays for moments that feel like years, decades, centuries before Nat laughs and claps her hands together

"Of course, I almost forgot you two do not get along that well" she says and that is enough to pull you out of the little world you had found yourself in along side Bucky "But you know what"

She entangles her hand in Bucky's not noticing how he keeps staring your way

"I give you full permission to save my best friend, if its between me and her, you choose her"

She smiles at you and you give a smile back before Bucky abruptly stands up.

"I need to-" he points towards inside somewhere and almost sprints away. Steve getting up after him and following.

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You watch the seat that Bucky left, with a heavy heart. You could see it. As clear as the crystal in the shining tiara, as the reflection of a clear lake, like the shine of the moon in the dark sky.

He was hurt, heart broken and no one was to blame but you.

You had noticed. Of course you did. The way his jaw would tick every single time you said Sam's name, the way he would stare in your eyes from above Nat's head as he held her into his arms.

Every move, every action, every word, every reaction that came out of Bucky was something that was directed towards you.

He would say sentences that no one would understand but you, little references to shows you watched together, sly remarks about how you always wanted to control everything like he did previously and the worst of all his eyes.

His ocean eyes. The ones that go deep and deep in intensity, that hold the power to shred your heart in pieces, then to stick them back together only to rip them apart.

Those eyes, ones as clear as the sky, ones that would shine when he wore that pink shirt you had bought, ones that seldom left your form when the two of you were in the same room.

You couldn't hide it. The pain you felt. The tug at your heart when he would talk about taking Nat to places he promised you he would go with you to. The plan to climb the empire state building stairs that the two of you were gonna do someday, the little spot near the Hudson where only the two of you went for alone time.

He was mocking you, showing you, punishing you with the things, trying to get you to see what he wanted you to. Trying to convince you of his undying love and the stupidity of your decision.

Little whispers of I love you's in stolen moments of time, him calling you love whenever he knew no one else was noticing. It was a game he was playing and you knew it. But you couldn't let him stop. Every moment that you thought you should, Nat's face, the images of her going into depression, of her hating you would stop you from taking the thing you wanted the most.

Sam obviously saw it. It was only Nat that was oblivious, and after talking to you about it he knew it was true.

He had told you what you were doing was not the right way but you had brushed him off. He had held you in his arms for moments that were countable but became countless to the two of you as he laughed about missing his chance

"You are an amazing woman Y/n" he had said "But alas that dumbass is a very lucky man. Don't let your love get away Y/n, not if you can fight for them, I can't but you can"

Sam's words ring in your ears. The words that you had shrugged of when Sam departed from you life. Nat was before any other man. Nat was above all.

But right now. Right now as you look at Bucky walking away. At the dejected look on Nat's face when he does. It hits you.

You can't do this. You can't do this. You love him. He loves you. What the hell is wrong with you.

Don't let your love get away Y/n

"What is wrong with you two. That's not friendship"

You are broken from your internal turmoil by Nat's words and you look up, your brows knit together to find her sipping in front the discarded bottle of bear Bucky left on the table.

"You and Bucky" Nat says, sighing "That's not friendship, and definitely not enemy ship"

"Nat" you whisper as a lone tear falls down your left eye

"Its your lips" She says and you blankly stare at her "You lower lip wobbles and your mouth goes dry and so you drink a lot of water or what ever drink is available"

"What-"

"Its your tell, for when you lie, when you are nervous. Has been since we have been children"

"Nat I don't-"

"I was lost Y/n" she moves ahead in her seat and shifts closer to you "When my father died and practically gave me to Bucky it was like I had to have him. I had to fulfill my father's wish. I liked him, yes I did. My father knew it too, I think somewhere he thought there was something going on between us and so in his last frantic moments he decided to give his daughter his blessings so she wasn't alone"

Tears stream down her eyes as she closes them, you try to say something to her but she holds up a finger in front of your face,

"I was afraid, afraid to be alone and so I decided I wanted to be with Bucky, that is what my father wanted right? All I could see was that. The fear that I was all alone and when he asked me out, all I could think was this is perfect. I have known Bucky for so long, he can be my safety net.

I never truly realized until a while back how unromantic his proposal was. How every trip, every moment with him was distant. I lived in my bubble, I was not alone, I didn't realize it until I found a ring"

She wipes away a tear that runs down your cheek as she takes in a deep breath

"You know his mother's ring? The one he was gonna give to the girl who was the one? It was there in his drawer with a reciept of re sizing it and I thought he was gonna propose."

You let out a sob as she holds your hand and continues

"I was shocked, we were only dating 2 months, he won't even sleep with me and bow he was gonna propose. I suddenly realized I didn't want this that this was wrong but I still tried to wear the ring, curiosity you know and you know what happened?"

She asks and you shake your head even though you can guess what did happen

"It didn't fit and I realized what a part of me always saw and brushed under the rug. He loved another. And looking back I realized I may know who that another was"

"Nat I'm sorry" you sob "I'm so so sorry"

"For loving the man you were always gonna end up loving" She laughs through her tears "Y/n, you two always had this sexual tension between you it was gonna be so long till it would break"

"I'm so so sorry Nat" You whispers as sobs take over you "I'm sorry"

"What for?" She shakes her head "For loving an amazing and having him love you back?"

You shake your head and try to let out words but she interrupts

"You don't need to apologize for your feelings, I know you think I like him and that by giving him to me you are gonna be helping me but Y/n-"

"I can't do this Nat. I can't" you sob "it hurts so so much. I can't let him go"

"Then why are you?" She brings her hand yo your cheek "Why are you doing this? For me? You think I will be alone and lonely just because you chose to love a guy I have a mild crush on"

"Nat" you try to control your breathing as you narrow your eyes at her

"Y/n" she smiles "How am I gonna be alone when I've got you? How am I ever gonna be sad when I have you and oh my god! You were really doing all this for me?"

"I-I-"

"Shut up" She chastises and grits her teeth "I don't need no fucking man to make me happy. Yes I lost my father and yes I lost my senses for a while because of my grief but were you really gonna do all this for me"

When you stay quiet she continues

"I knew you were stupid but I had hoped I could trust you to use your brains atleast for a a while when I was at a low point but alas it would only remain a dream"

You huff as Nat dramatically sighs

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you two been-"

"Nat-"

"I have nothing against you for loving the man that you love Honey. I will always love you more. You are my sister Y/n. That is for life"

"Nat-" you whisper as fresh tears fall down your face and she sighs and takes you in a hug

"Its just a crush. I'll get over it and dad would understand" she cries as and you both hold each other for several moments that could not be counted.

In this moment. The little second belonging to countless ones, a relief runs its course through your blood. This was the moment you were afraid of the nightmare that haunts your dreams where Nat would realize how you betrayed her a leave your life.

As a person who had already lost so much of her family, you knew how important it was to have someone. To have family and that was the fear that governed every single decision you took these 2 months. The fear of losing Nat. The only real family you had left.

But as her words. The assurance and the words of your mother from time ago come to mind. You suddenly know what she meant when she said

"Family is forever"

"Now you gonna go get lover boy?" she pulls away and wipes the trail of tears off her cheek

"Natasha" you laugh and swat her hand that is poking your arm

"What? It was a curios question" she laughs "I mean dude's been going crazy hasn't he?"

You make a guilty face and nod your head

"He's really angry with me"

"Of course he is" Nat rolls her eyes "You've been really stupid these past few months"

You look down at your hands intertwined together on your lap

"He proposed to me"

"What?"

"I said yes but then asked him to be with you after- you know?"

"Oh my god" She slaps the back of your head "You really are so so stupid. Why the hell are you even here. Go to him. Go. Beg him. Romance him Y/n go get your man!"

A small smile curves up your lips at mention of Bucky being your man. You know how silly it is but after months of it being a secret and then guilt, Nat finally calling him yours makes your heart flutter.

"I'm scared"

"Why?"

"He's really angry"

"Then let him scream at you. Take out all his anger through words and then you can kiss him quiet when he is done and a little make up sex is always amazing"

"Nat-" you laugh along with her as she teases

"Go Y/n get your man"

You nod at her, shaking your head vigorously from side to side, pumping yourself up.

You can so this.

Bucky is yours.

You would apologize. Maybe some gifts, Lots of make up sex, lots of apologies and oh so many promises, ones you won't break.

You can do this Y/n. You love him, he loves you. You've got this.

"I can do this" you say out loud and Nat nods her head, pointing to the door he left from

"Now go. Make lover boy the happiest guy in the world"

You stand up and move towards the door but before you can even take two steps in Steve emerges from there

"Y/n, Nat I need to talk to you both" he says seriously and you shake your head

"Later Steve" you try to get away but Steve blocks your way "I gotta talk to Bucky"

"Y/n its important"

"It would have to wait. I gotta talk to Bucky."

"Y/n" he sighs "You can't talk to Bucky"

"Why Steve" you growl, very irritated

"Because he's gone Y/n. He left"

"What?"

"He left the city. Said he can't do this anymore" He hands you a piece of paper "Told me to give this to You, its a letter. And here is one for you Nat. He says sorry"

Nat hesitantly takes the letter addressed.to her as she looks over at you in concern as tears start to freely fall down your cheeks.

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Part 2

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Congratulations sweet! 🙏🧡

Little Big Things to Celebrate… with a challenge

I’m gonna start by saying THANK YOU. For every single one of you, whether you interact a lot or only a bit or rarely at all. This is for all of you and for those who aren’t in the 500 too ;) 

So, let’s celebrate the only way I think of:

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice if you did. (Come to the dark side. We have fluff and stuff.)

As for now, it’s one prompt per person… which will probably change, I don’t think there are many people willing to take up on my challenge. Change my mind? Let me read your stuff!

Send me an ask when you pick one (or a DM if you’re on the shier side). You can add character you’ll be writing for if already decided. I’ll try to update this list as often as possible.

When you post, use the tag #challenge500ann in the first 5 tags and tag me in the fic please. If I don’t respond with at least ♥ within two days, please, reach out, the system messed up again. (I’ll be a bit out from 9th to 14th August though, fair warning.)

Feel free to alternate the pronouns/tense/etc in the prompt in case that it would sound… unnatural in your fic otherwise.

Keep it Marvel, please. Movies, tv series, I don’t care. Comics are alright, but I guess I’ll have to do some research. If you truly want a different movie/show characters, DM me please. Crossovers are fine, welcomed actually.

Canon or non-canon ships, reader inserts, pairing with an OC, no pairing at all, platonic relationships – bring it. We don’t discriminate here. AU completely of your choice when picking a prompt? Gimme those too.

Fluff, angst, humour, I take it all. Smut must be properly tagged and with a warning before the text of the fic. (And yes, I’m aware most of the prompts are easier to make fluffy/funny, sue me or surprise me.)

Drabbles, one-shots, first chapter/prologue to a new series… size doesn’t matter O:-) But I’m begging you, if it’s over 500 words, use the keep reading bar (yeah, I know, sometimes it doesn’t even work, but let’s try).

Deadline: 9th September. 

If you need an extension, DM me. We’re all only human and life gets in the way. I just want to make sure to have time to read all your stuff before starting my last(?) year of uni. Bachelor thesis is going to eat a lot of my time.

Prompts below the cut. Dig in!

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