#hydra getting screwed over by steve rogers

[the-raven-song]

I’ve fallen down a Stucky murder husbands rabbit hole and I just… I love the Avengers knowing Captain America and never quite knowing/understanding that there is a man behind the shield and the flashy outfit. I always love that trope, if you can call it that, but having the Avengers realize it through Steve deciding to fuck over HYDRA or random bad guys with no holding back is *chefs kiss*.

Bonus points if Bucky can be seen cackling in the background before fondly shaking his head and diving into the fight to help his boyfriend/husband.

Bonus bonus points if everyone but Bucky is shocked at Steve letting himself go all out, no holding back super strength or letting blood bother him, and they get to actually understand Steve Rogers, not Captain America.

Bonus bonus bonus points if Steve also happens to be the bottom in the relationship, or if it’s a switch dynamic, because I am also a sucker for Steve being all for disobeying all orders except Bucky’s.

[lokisgoodgirl]

The Wetsuit [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (1) Loki dons a tight wetsuit on a mission (w/c 3.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Graphic descriptions of Loki in a wetsuit. Smuttish. Tension. Thirst. Language.

“I’m telling you, it’s completely unnecessary Rogers.” Loki scoffed as Steve raised a silencing hand. The men had been bickering all morning. It had become clear that the Quinjet could get no closer to the Hydra base without arousing suspicion. The only way to meet the final destination was on foot...and through a winding river canyon, no less. A neoprene-clad Barton approached Loki, shoving a flaccid wetsuit against his chest. “Change.” he growled, as Loki bristled. He rolled his eyes, swiping the suit with disdain.

The god began to slowly unfasten the buckles of his heavy leathers, the low clink making your eyes flicker upwards as you adjusted your harness. He was looking right at you.

“Cripes, not here Laufeyson. There’s a lady present.” Steve huffed, gesturing to you with frustration. “Take it to the Quinjet. And hurry up, we don’t have all gosh-darned day.”

“A ‘lady’ may be rather overstating it...” Loki said haughtily, a smile tugging at his lips as your face screwed up in mock-hurt. He was being even more of an arsehole today than usual. And that was saying something, you thought. “I can dry myself with magic, unlike you.” he sneered, “I have no need for this...thing.” Loki held the wetsuit pinched between his thumb and forefinger, observing it with abject disgust. Steve threw his hands in the air, bringing them down in tight fists as he tried to compose himself. “This isn’t a fashion show, Laufeyson.” he huffed, placing his hands on his hips. “You need to start taking these missions seriously. Starting with assigned kit. It’s for your own safety. Now get.” Loki smirked, turning towards the Quinjet with a swirl of his leather overcoat. You watched him swagger up the ramp, letting out a loud sigh as Barton hovered over you. “All set, Y/N?” he mumbled, tightening his harness. You nodded. The canyon was short, but treacherous. Varying water levels snaked through a maze of rock, full of tight spaces and descents. But you should be able to make it in an hour, if everyone behaved themselves. “Has Laufeyson ever canyoned before? I can’t imagine him doing a lot of technical outdoors on Asgard” you said warily. Clint shook his head. “I dunno, man. Which is why Steve wants you spotting him.” You stood, affronted. “Spotting him? You can’t be serious. He’s a ‘god’, I’m sure he can handle some slippery rocks.” Barton shrugged, as Rogers patted your shoulder, handing you a helmet. “Thanks” you mumbled, popping it on and fastening the clip as both men’s eyes turned upward towards the ramp. Loki made his way leisurely down the slip like a runway, a theatrical snap of his fingers causing the ramp behind him to rise obediently just as his feet hit solid ground. Your stomach did an unwelcome somersault, the skin of your own wetsuit suddenly feeling tighter. Much tighter.

He looked off to the side, casually running a hand through his loose, shoulder length hair. His raised bicep flexed against the insanely snug material, the pale sharpness of his exposed jawline flashing like a blade above the fabric’s high neck. Fingers brushed through dark curls, scraping backward. Your eyes crawled down his frame at a snail's pace, the unforgiving wetsuit accentuating every carved inch usually masked in layers of leather. Steve folded his arms, his biceps bulging against the same standard issue. It’s not the same though, you thought as your eyes swung back to Loki. Why is it not the same? The god came to a stop in front of your trio, spreading his arms. “How do I look?” he purred with a smile, shooting you a wink as Steve rolled his eyes. “Just dandy.” Rogers spat, holding out a helmet to his wilful colleague. Loki released a forced laugh, shaking his head. “I think not, Rogers. This contraption is a step too far. It’s insulting.” Steve grunted, shoving the helmet to Loki’s chest before striding towards the canyon mouth. Barton jogged after him as you clipped the final piece of your hip harness together. You saw a flash of green out the corner of your eyes as the unattractive headpiece vanished in his hands, Loki’s smug face beaming at his small defiance. “It’s for your own safety, you know.” you muttered sarcastically, setting off to follow the others. Loki’s condescending chuckle floated over your shoulder, catching up quickly with effortless strides. You entered the water in silence, wading up to your thighs in the narrow canyon entrance, finding your footing. Loki moved quietly behind you; his looming form strangely graceful in these unfamiliar surroundings. You watched Barton and Rogers disappear nimbly over a jagged rock-face ahead. “I’m supposed to go behind you, actually. Safety stuff.” you murmured, remembering Steve’s orders as you paused to let Loki pass. His torso brushed against your back, a waft of his fading cologne invading your senses. “What a shame…” he whispered as he passed, approaching the rock-face confidently. Curling tendrils of hair fell across his brow as a coy smile tugged at his lips. “My loss is your gain, I suppose.” he said with a wink, making you roll your eyes. He ran his large palms over the nearest boulder, searching for purchase. A knee raised to slot his foot into a tight ledge, the suggestive angle of his leg making your breaths suddenly short. God above, you thought as his muscular ass clenched beneath the tight neoprene. Those long, thick thighs braced as he moved against the rock, heaving himself to the summit with ease. The way the stretch of the wetsuit hugged every agonisingly perfect stretch of flesh was sinful. Obscene, actually; you thought, as Loki looked down at you smugly from the precipice. You sighed, shaking your head as you began your ascent. He was such a dick. “C’mon guys, keep up.”

Rogers stern voice echoed ahead, bouncing against the rock walls which curved and cut the canyon sides. Loki’s hand extended downward, his long fingers curved to offer you help. You batted him away, hoisting yourself over the edge as he settled back on his haunches. You searched the landscape for your teammates, two black figures disappearing round the curve on the horizon. “Fuck.” you whispered under your breath, positioning to slide sideways down the other side of the rock to the water below. Loki chuckled, enjoying your frustration. “What?” you spat, trying not to look at his broad shoulders shifting maddeningly in that goddam wetsuit. “You’re slowing us down with all your…your...” Alarmingly, you couldn’t stop your eyes roaming across his chest, taking in the elegant power of his rippling shoulder muscles shifting beneath the black. His wrists rested casually crossed; thick forearms placed on his knees as he squatted tauntingly in front of you. He leant forwards, licking his lips as his keen eyes narrowed. “My what, Agent?” he murmured coyly, head tilting to the side. How you wanted to rip down the zip tucked under his angular chin, rub your hands on the insides of that fabric, grasping at the sacred, forbidden skin beneath. You would peel the tight layer from his body, ravenously silencing that sanctimonious tongue as he moaned into your mouth like a whore. Exposing every inch of taut, naked muscle you wanted to fuck yourself against. Slowly.

There was a sharp intake of breath as you lost your footing, sliding ungracefully down the rock-face on your stomach to the shallow water below with a thick splash. You surfaced, spluttering to the accompanying sound of Loki’s deep laughter. “Elegance personified, Agent. I’m so glad I have you to chaperone me. Truly.” he goaded through ebbing mirth, scooting expertly down the side with one leg extended before slipping into the water. You splashed him in the face, the look of shock in his eyes filling you with unbridled glee. “Come on.” you said firmly, thankful that the cold water had at least spared your rising embarrassment. “We need to catch up.” Having established that Loki did not in fact need any help, your pace quickened. Nimble climbs and descents across the uneven, aquatic landscape; Cap and Barton coming into view on occasion when the unforgiving canyon allowed it. Vegetation like a Jurassic jungle surrounded the high walls, life growing upwards towards the narrow sky. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” you murmured, looking up as you waded slowly through peaceful waters; pushing branches from your path. “Indeed.” Loki said absent-mindedly, pulling the back of your hip harness sharply before you could run face-first into a jutting shelf of rock. You stumbled backward, falling against his solid stomach. His hands clasped around your waist, long fingers ghosting the curve of your breasts through the wetsuit. Your palms steadied against his thighs, feeling yourself involuntarily squeeze the hard flesh through the maddeningly fitted neoprene as water sloshed up your front. Your breath hitched as he leant down, the warmth of his skin an unexpectedly soothing pressure where the angle of your jaw met the neck. His smooth cheek pressed against yours below the line of the helmet. “Eyes front, Agent. Didn’t you learn your lesson earlier?” he muttered huskily, releasing you with a gentle shove.

Heat rose in your cheeks as you waded ahead towards a low thunder of falling water, indicating a high drop was imminent. “Are we jumping?” he chirped innocently, keeping pace by your side. You could feel his unrelenting eyes searing into your profile as you tried to focus. You shook your head. “It’s too risky. My information says it’s a twenty-meter drop, rocks below. There’s a passageway down about half of it, and then we should be able to scale the rest of the descen-” Loki’s fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you to face him. His eyes sparkled with mischief, pulling a lip between his teeth as he wound up to say something infuriating. “So cautious, Agent. Don’t you ever have any fun?” he purred, squeezing your wrist before you swiped it away. “Why are you such a dickhead, Loki?” you hissed, splashing towards the small passageway entrance visible at the side of the steep falls. “Actually, Laufeyson..." you continued haughtily, "I’m surprised you haven’t made any of your infamous comments about ‘tight spaces’, or being wet. It’s pretty low hanging fruit today. I’m impressed at your restraint.” Your breaths grew quick as he came closer, signature swagger still in full force – even knee deep in water. His eyes were alight, the saturated wetsuit clinging to his body like a needy lover. Your lips pressed together as your gaze reluctantly hovered on his crotch, the noticeable bulge of that legendary cock shifting as he leant one arm against the boulder behind you. “I find that fruit is sweeter the higher one has to reach for it” he muttered darkly, those inviting lips stretching in a self-satisfied smirk. His pupils widened as his eyes flickered across your defiant features. You inhaled sharply as he ran an strand of your soaking hair through his fingers, pushing it underneath your helmet.

“And besides, I don’t think I need to highlight your wetness further, Agent. You seem to be doing an excellent job of that on your own.” The words smouldered, the sultry tone of his bedroom voice making you clench beneath the lapping water. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence that hung in the humid air. “I’ll go first, shall I? Since I am somewhat an ‘expert’ on tight spaces, as you yourself so keenly noted.” He winked, dipping around you towards the gap at the base of the boulder. The hole was narrow, walls slippery with moss and residue which spread into the darkness beneath. Loki braced against the rock above, lowering one leg through. You wet your lips as his triangular back muscles folded inward. Those ridiculously defined arms bulged as he steadied; the tight wetsuit gathering obediently between his shoulder-blades. “Uhhh…gods” Loki groaned loudly, the gutturally sensual noise taking you by surprise as his head fell dramatically back. Wet curls coiled against his shoulders as his jaw clenched, blending into the skin-tight wetsuit clinging to his long body. “...this is disgusting” he muttered casually, wiping his fingers on the adjacent rock before sinking into the darkness. That’s what he sounds like when he cums, you thought; your eyes widening as you tried to imprint the memory in your brain. Fuck. “Agent?” he called upward after a hazy minute had passed. “There’s no escaping it this time. I must insist you accept my assistance.”

You muttered curses as you lowered into the tight gap. There was a bend in the rock, your waist curving around it as your feet felt for grip on the walls below. Loki’s hand curled around your ankle, making you yelp in surprise. “I’m here” he murmured from the gloom, “I need you to lower onto me. The situation is rather tenuous.” “Tell me what to do.” you said, noting the unexpected quiver in your voice. You heard Loki inhale deeply, assessing the situation. I must seem like such a fucking idiot right now, you thought, leaning your helmet with a clunk against the rock in front of you. Loki’s fingers squeezed gently at your ankle. “Move this foot to the right, down the ridges...yes, that’s it...and shimmy yourself down the gap. I shall guide you.” he said confidently, as your brow furrowed in concentration. You always forgot how much you hated cramped spaces until you were in one. Or maybe it was just the irritant waiting for you below. “Where should my other foot go?” you panted, contorting your body to comply to his request in the snug crevice, wetsuit tugging against the rough stone. “Right here.” he murmured, the crown of his damp hair just visible downward between your spread legs. He looked up, the angle of his tilted face making breath catch in your throat. There was no cynicism in his eyes, no clever retort; just concentration. And was that...concern? His hand slid up your calf, fingers wrapping around the back of your thigh and moving your leg to the side. Your dangling foot hit a hard surface, pressing down firmly. “Hold on to me.” he said, every syllable perfectly enunciated. Your bare fingertips bumped over the rockface, a lingering mistrust simmering in your stomach as you reluctantly did what he asked. Loki’s hard muscles tensed as your hands slid over his broad shoulders, the cold dampness of the neoprene clinging like paint to every dense curve. You thought you felt him shudder as your thumbs grazed his collarbone beneath the wetsuit; wide eyes looking up at you like a willing sub. The sound of your breaths magnified in the tight space, drips of water sounding from somewhere in the crevices all around. You tore your eyes away from his, looking down to the side, a sharp drop beneath the god rolling into endless blackness.

“Fuck” you muttered, “Operations doing a fantastic job with geo-intel again…” “I think someone in Operations has it out for you, darling.” Loki goaded, his hands sliding up to your waist. “Now slide down and sit on me. From there you can go ahead first around the ledge.” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at the audacity of your infuriating colleague, biting your tongue. For all his annoyances, he was acting as a bridge between you and a potentially slippery doom. Loki had jammed his body between a steep, seemingly bottomless crevice. His back was firm against the rock behind him, legs pressed solidly to the opposite side. One foot sat confidently on a flimsy jut of stone; the other leg bent at a ninety-degree angle pressing his knee against rough rock. His thighs muscles stood out beneath the dark wetsuit, slivers of light catching the flex of his straining femur. He leant his head back against the rock, messed hair falling sluttishly around his jaw as he jutted his chin. Had he always been this fucking sexy? Surely not.

Loki’s fingers slid over your hips, grasping the harness strapped around your legs. He gave it a playful yank, his eyes twinkling in the darkness as a heavy silence grew between you. Wordlessly you lowered, trembling knees giving way as your back scraped down the harsh surface; landing on his waiting thigh with a soft thump. You gasped, his leg pressing upwards against your pussy. Your swollen clit twinged with traitorous desire as you squirmed, the tug sizzling like wildfire through your core. Sinful thoughts swirled in your mind as his sturdy limb settled between your legs, his warm breath fanning your cheek. Loki exhaled through his nose, a deep growl seeping from his sinuses with every rise of his chest in the darkness. Your fingers loosened their grip on his shoulders, resting gently at the top of his biceps. There wasn’t room to move them anywhere else. The god’s nose brushed your cheekbone, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you further up his thigh.

"Safety first, Agent. Remember?" he murmured, soft lips ghosting your ear.

You grunted as your wetsuit pulled against your centre, tugging gently against the delicate pleasure beneath. The surface of your skin simmered with frequency, every hair fighting to stand on end beneath the damp suit. You could feel a growing slick of arousal sliding between your folds. With growing alarm, you realised that you had never been this turned on in your life. Ever. It’s just the wetsuit, you thought, unable to look away from his intense gaze cast in shadow. It’s just that damn wetsuit. You cleared your throat. “Right. Here I go…” you whispered.

The exit of the formation was to your side. A well-placed heave and a short scramble over a ridge all that stood between you and freedom.

In your concentration, mapping the route you’d take, you didn’t register one hand slipping over the god’s chest, brushing down against his lap. You flinched, realising that your fingers rested on Loki’s manhood; far too thick and pronounced to be anything less than semi-hard beneath the tight fabric. You grimaced, continuing to stare off to the side, not wanting to acknowledge the overstep. Not wanting to see his surely self-satisfied smirking face as he relished your discomfort...or worse, your desire. His cock twitched brazenly beneath your fingertips, Loki’s breath hitching as you shuffled on his thigh. A small involuntary groan escaped your lips. “Oh dear.” Loki goaded, a smile curling at the edge of his lips in the shadows. One dark brow rose, the effort of containing a grin skirting his dimples. “It looks like you’ve found yourself between a rock and a hard place, Agent.” You rolled your eyes, reaching up to grasp the ragged overhang as your heart pounded. “Let’s get you off, shall we?” he smouldered, running his palm over your lower back. A violent shiver ran down your spine as you quickly pulled yourself across the gap Loki had filled with his ridiculously built body. Perhaps falling to my death at this particular moment wouldn’t be such a bad thing, you thought; as a buffet of fresh air blew against your heated face. You shuffled around the corner tentatively, exiting the passage; grabbing a branch growing from the cliff-face as a waterfall thundered to your side. The descent was quick. Or maybe you were just distracted.

Loki was visible out the corner of your eye as you silently descended the treacherous rockface, hitting the waist deep pool at the bottom with a grateful splash. He jumped down beside you, dipping his hands in the water and running them through his hair. Large hands rubbed down that devastatingly torso, the wetsuit straining and stretching against the pressure of his fingers as his eyes rose slowly to meet yours. You looked away quickly, a wave of relief descending as you spotted Rogers and Barton waving on an embankment ahead. Or was it disappointment? Loki’s forearm brushed against yours, the gentle pressure making you straighten as you stared stoically ahead.

“It’s been a pleasure bonding with you at last, Agent.” Loki smarmed. You tilted your head to the side, gaze fluttering upward. A smile flickered at the corners of your mouth as Loki's eyes narrowed, searching your upturned face for the truth he knew was there. The god slid his thumbs into the waist of his hip harness, the downward motion making the edges of his abdominals visibly clench. You swallowed, hearing him chuckle. “If ever you find yourself in a tenuous situation regarding another tight passageway, darling…” he purred, brushing his fingertips against your bicep; “I am always at your service.” Without another word he waded forward, making his way towards the men waiting ahead. You watched the solid expanse of his lower back emerge from the water as it grew shallow, the hard curve of his godly ass coming into view. His shoulders glistened, the broad muscles in full view as he flicked his wetted hair. Loki's ass shifted beneath the skintight suit with every powerful clench of his thighs. The lines of his harness dug into firm flesh as he effortlessly scaled the final rise of rock against the embankment. Sodden curls fell around his cheekbones as he threw you one last lingering look, dripping with feverishly arrogant eroticism. Damn that fucking wetsuit, you thought with a rattling sigh, biting your lip.

- Continued in The Wetsuit: Tight Passageways Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Peggy Carter

She’s a victim of Stucky mainly bc of the way marvel used her to give Steve an ooc ‘happy ending, but I know I’ve seen some posts calling her toxic or something it was 2019 so In CAT:FA, she’s introduced as a confident British agent. She has some chemistry w Steve Rogers (although more fans (on tumblr at least) preferred Steve and Bucky). She wasn’t just *woman who is strong*, but also had some emotional depth, with an actual range of emotion outside of angry and sad. She had a spin-off show, and she just continued to fight Russians and misogynists, even having chemistry in an almost wlw relationship and an eventual marriage to a famous shield agent. She went through character development and just was an awesome character. Then you know what endgame does? It has Steve Rogers travel back in time and take all of that development away. Most fans were mad at Marvel, and a lot were mad at Steve, but some fans threw Peggy completely under the bus, saying that they traded the (fanon?) queer ship/(canon) friendship for a bland love interest, which, um, she was so much more then that? I remember people really disliking Peggy, which isn’t fair to her character when she is/was so much more then that.

Peggy is vilified by people who ship Steve with his war comrade Bucky Barnes. I’ve even seen people claiming baselessly that she was secretly HYDRA the whole time. 

She gets in the way of stucky which OBVIOUSLY gives people, most of them women themselves, the right to be ridiculously misogynistic. Dismissing her character arc, traits, presence in the movies and her part in Steve Roger's life, saying she is insignificant on the ground of very subjective readings is one thing, but outright calling her 'just some old coochie', among other colourful, wonderful things, is another. They also keep reaching to villainize her (saying she's a literal nazi which she's not) and cancel her so their ship is somehow made more valid for it, erasing the competition as it were.

Mai

she’s constantly pushed aside for the zuko/sokka ship :/ like i’m not a fan of mai/zuko but they always forget her or make her a wingwoman or make her a villain. 

She's a very interesting character who had the misfortune of being the love interest of the series' most popular character, Zuko, which immediately made her public enemy No. 1 in certain parts of the fandom. Tbh I think she's more a victim of zutara (an m/f ship) than zukka (m/m) but zukka also screwed her over so it counts. She's at best sidelined and at worst demonized. There's a whole section of the fandom who'll swear up and down she's abusive for telling Zuko to deal with his mental health issues himself. There's whole essays on it and I'm not exaggerating.

tell me WHY people think she's abusive just because she?? got mad at zuko?? when zuko was being a horrible boyfriend to begin with?? because theyre both teenagers and they were literally Acting Like Teenagers?? anyway no more mai hate the world has moved past the need for mai hate

[deceitfuldevout]

The Passenger

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,918

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Public Sex, Manhandling, Minor character death.

Author's Note(s): This is a one shot.

Hydra has taken over S.H.I.E.L.D, forcing Steve and the other avengers to flee. Now on the run with no one to trust.   All you wanted was to go home. You didn’t expect crossing paths with the Nomad himself.

Steven Grant Roger’s face had been plastered anywhere he could think of. Yet he remains hidden in plain sight. So far his cover hadn’t been blown. While meeting up with Sam, the two of them discuss how to take down these Hydra branches. Steve pauses for a moment.  His super soldier hearing alerted him of Hydra spies. Lingering not too far from where they sat.   Sam notices his friend’s tense behavior immediately. 

Originally posted by avengerscompound

Both him and Steve eye the other men across the counter. Steve nods to his companion. Sam knows the drill. Cap is quick on his feet, walking right out of the diner. His friend makes his way into the restroom in order to separate the spies. As soon as Steve makes it a few blocks from the restaurant his ears pick up the sound of an ambulance driving by. He checks his phone’s message: ‘Took out the trash’

Steve crushes the disposable device in his hand. He swiftly chucks the pieces into a trash bin. Sam and him would meet up later at the secret base. Which leads him to one last thing: Getting rid of the agent following him.

Originally posted by kisslandvibes

You were headed home from the library. A warm breeze swishes the skirt of your sundress. Part of you wishes that this day was spent enjoying the weather. However most of the day was spent prepping for finals. You missed your first stop but didn’t mind. There would be another train arriving soon. The train cart you stood in was mostly empty. Not surprising, especially around this time. Only one more stop and soon you’d be out. During the next stop you notice two men walking in.

Oh boy...

Nope! Now’s not the time to freak out. Besides, it’s not like you were a young woman on a train stuck with two strange men almost close to midnight. Not terrifying at all...screw it! It’s the 21st century! This is something rational to be scared about!

If they even try me I’ll scream I swear if they even think about-

You felt something—no someone. A hand was pressed firmly against your rear. You turn around to see a man. Only it was was no ordinary man. You couldn’t believe it. The entire country was looking for him. He was a suspected terrorist threat.

Captain America. Now known as Nomad.

Originally posted by buckybarsn

Your breath hitches. You begin panicking. One of his fingers is in the front of his lips, shushing you. He comes closer towards you. Your face is now buried against his warm chest. His body is flush against yours. You could practically smell the musk coming from him. Your backpack slips from your shoulder. Steve is quick to catch it with his super soldier reflex. He now holds it in one arm. You’re trapped in the other. He leans in and rests his head against your side. He whispers,

“Just play along,”

“What-“

Steve then leans in for a kiss. His lips press firmly against yours. That was defiantly not what you would expect to happen.

Your mouth gapes open in shock. Giving him easy access to guide his tongue in. Your head moves back from the light push. He holds the back of your head firmly in place. As soon as he retreats you’re a blushing mess. A set of eyes are on the both of you. Not from the ex-soldier, but from the Hydra agent eavesdropping close by. Steve notices the man shifting in his seat, he reaches inside his coat to retrieve a pistol.

Originally posted by gajo1987

The man aims it at the soldier, but not before preaching “Hail Hydra,” then fires. You’re shoved away from the direction of the blaze. Steve is quick to dodge the bullets flying. He disarms the shooter. Now angry at him for putting you in danger. He held his shoulders in a tight grip, not caring about his wince, “Who sent you here?!”

The agent chuckles, “If you cut off a head, there will be more to grow in it’s place...hail hydra...” he bites deep into a fake tooth traced with poison. Steve hasn’t seen that tactic in years. The man begins to foam at the mouth. You regain your composure. Then realizing now that the man tackled by Steve Rogers is dead. You let out a blood curdling scream. You couldn’t believe your eyes. This man...Nomad killed him in cold blood. There was that little voice in your head telling you to do one thing on instinct: Run! Run now!

You can’t decide whether to retrieve your bag on the floor, or run out without a phone. But before the Soldier could stand you sprint towards the other cart. He calls for you only once. Soon enough you’re in the next cart, then the next one, until you’ve reached the end of the train, “No no no no...n-no please...”

“Ma’am”

You shriek. Turning around now face to face with a war criminal.

“You dropped this,”

He has you cornered. You get on your knees, “Please...please don’t kill me! I-I didn’t see anything! I-I swear!”

He stares at you in confusion. One of his eyebrows raises, then he chuckles, “Are you sure about that doll? How do I know you won’t be running to the authorities right after?” He plops the bag on the ground. He reaches to pat your head, “Hm? What will you do to prove it?”

“I...I-I know that you probably don’t trust me, but please sir just look at me in the eye if you think I’m lying to you: I will not, under any circumstance tell a single soul if you promise not to kill me,” you eyes begin to pool with fresh tears, “P-please...I don’t want to die!” Your hands are now intertwined like a prayer, looking up to look into the eyes of your possible murderer. His gaze doesn’t move. Then, for a millisecond, a look of hurt.

“Get up.” his voice is stern. You hesitate for a moment too long. His arms reach for yours. He yanks you into a standing position. You’re frozen with fear. He sighs, “Relax..” which obviously doesn’t work. This annoys him, “Hold onto the handle bars. Now.” Your hands snap up and onto the grips. Steve steps behind you, “Don’t let go of the bars, no matter what. Do you understand?” You nod. He smiles, “Good..” he bunches your skirt up. You let go of the bar to stop him before he could go further. Instead you’d receive a sharp nip against your neck. That was a warning. His voice booms,

“Hands. Up.”

What other choice did you have other than complying? His hands are gentle when roaming your body. It was as if he were doing a pat down. Why should he worry about someone like you? It’s not like you were capable of taking on a Super soldier.

A hand drags down the bottom of your dress, sliding underneath to palm your clothed slit. His middle finger traces the crease, causing you hips to jolt back right against his erection. You squirm in place. Not daring to break free from his touches out of fear. He grinds forward, adding more friction. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a whine. His other hand reaches out for a breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He rolls the soft mound in his hand, making sure to pinch the nipple.

His finger pads rub gentle circles against your bundle of nerves. Massaging it in circular motions. After a while your knees begin to buckle. Almost threatening to give in. You force yourself to keep balance as he quickens the pace. Then just like that a fire ignites. Your mouth opens, a whine escapes your lips. Your legs shake and knees buckle. The intensity from the pleasure alone clouds your mind.

Before you could register what had happened Steve gives your slit one last rub. He retrieves his now soaked hand. His fingers glisten in the dim lighting. He looks you in the eyes. His tongue laps them for a moment until he finally sucks them clean. He removes his digits with a ‘pop’ sound. You shudder from the sound echoing inside the train cart. He unzips his pants to release his throbbing member.

Both of his arms now hug you from behind, trapping you in his tight embrace. He lifts you by the waist. Holding you in the air, now hovering over his shaft. Your legs kick around in protest. Steve buries his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent. Chills crawl down your spine. You twist your hips from side to side. But nothing would break you free from the super soldier.

That’s when you felt it.

When you felt him.

His leaking tip began splitting your glistening folds open. You cry out from the stretch. Steve groans from the feeling of your walls wrapping tightly around him. Practically squeezing him. His breathing is heavier now, “Relax..” he thrusts his hips up, penetrating you fully in one go. Your eyes were like saucers. You could see your reflection in the window.

Your skirt had been tied up, revealing where the two of you join. A lewd sight to see. Tears stream down your cheeks from the humiliation. He braces himself, “You Ready?” he whispers pulls you up once again. Only the tip of his cock remains inside. He lets gravity take over. By dropping you down his manhood. You could feel him piercing deeper inside each time he rocks you up and down. At this point you had no control over the super soldier’s brute force. His thrusts were inhuman.

After a while, jerking had finally slow down. His hips buck up into you one last time before heavily coating your walls. Your whole body convulses before going limp. Mouth left agape from the intensity of the orgasm. A line of spit trails from your parted lips to the floor below. Steve rests you on the seat besides him.

He retrieves your panties and slips them back on. His hands roam your body for another feel. It was about time he start treating himself. He gives your breasts a squeeze before pulling your top back up. Both of you are now seated with Steve holding you close to him. He takes his coat and wraps it around you. Your limp form leans against his shoulder. He swings your legs in between his. Both of you are seated as a doting couple.

You later awaken in your bedroom. A light breeze from an open window cools the atmosphere. The morning sun approaches, ready for the new day. You get up to shut it close. That’s when you notice your sleeves. This wasn’t your coat. So who—no..It wasn’t a dream after all.

Originally posted by mynameisgarlic

Memories from last night return. You turn around to see if anyone was in your room. This man now knew where you lived. A note is left in the pocket of the oversized coat. You drop the note immediately after reading it.

‘Until next time -S.R.’

[shelbgrey]

Maybe something were Sam us the reader's best friend and is overprotective and caring for her and Bucky being the reader's boyfriend for years gets very jealous. Later, they get into an argument and Sam confesses his feelings for the reader. However, the reader chose bucky over Sam and he backs off. It ruins their friendship and it becomes awkward between them.

Treat you better(Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson)

Paring: Rogers!Reader X Sam wilson x Boyfriend!Bucky

Main master list

I won't lie to you, I know he's just not right for you

And you can tell me if I'm off, But I see it on your face When you say that he's the one that you want

And you're spending all your time In this wrong situation, And anytime you want it to stop.

“dose anyone have eyes on (y/n)?” I hear Sam say through the cams.

My boyfriend Bucky's voice was next to speak “Doll, your still in the blast zone! Get your ass to the jet”

A small town just outside of Brooklyn had been bombed and we had to evacuate the area and disabled the bombs and take down the hydra team that atacked. Nat and Steve had gotten the agents into custody and Clint and the others got the civilians to safety. I on the other had was still in the blast zone trying to hack into the database and disabled the bombs.

“(y/n) just get to safety we gotta go!” Tony said in my coms.

As I ran around the Rumble I could feel the ground shake and the booms of the bombs Made my ears ring. The sounds of whimpers made me stop though. It wasn't human and my cirositey and instenc made run towards the crys of help.

It was a small black lab puppy. His brown eyes never left me as I took my pocket knife and cut the wires that was holding him in that one place. I moved some rocks off of him and picked him up. As I ran I heard Bucky's voice cut in and out in my coms.

--------(Bucky's pov)--------

Before we knew it there was nothing but static. We lost connection with y/n coms making my heart pound with fear.

“y/n where are you!” Steve said his voice full of worry. “screw this, I'm going after her” I growled, Tony struggled to stop me as I grabbed my gun ready to go into the blast zone.

“buck stop! Sam go get her” Steve instructed. I ripped my arm out of Steve's grip giving him a glare as Sam nodded and his wings popped out before he went after her.

I pushed Steve to the side. “I could have handled it”

Sam always thought he had to be the hero to her damsel in distress. I had no place to be jealous or angry of y/n choice of best friend. Her and Sam had been best friends longer than we've been dating. Hell her and Sam served in the Army together. But when he had that smug grin as he left to rescue her all I could think about is how hard I need to squeeze his neck before he passes out. But if I hurt him, I hurt her.

I threw my gun down thinking about how much I hate the thought of his hands touching her. The hands that are both flesh and blood and of a hero. Make me think she's better of with him then me, but then she chose me, why? I don't really know but I thank God everyday she did chose me. I thank God she chose to see the good in me.

--------(1st pov)--------

“I'm almost out of the blast radius guys” I yelled into the com as I ran as fast as I could while at the same time holding onto a puppy for dear life. “all most there” but is was too late, I ran into another bomb.

The explosion whipped me about 60 yards from where I was. I did my best to turn my body and land on my back to shield the puppy. My back acked and my leg was soaked in blood. My ears were ringing as my head pounded. The puppy poked his head out of my vest and let out a whimper as he licked my chin.

In a flash I felt my body Being scooped up and token up a couple hundred feet. I faded in and out as Sam carried me to safety.

“Hey, need a lift beautiful?” he said as he held me tight.

“there they I see them!” Peter voice said before Sam flew in and landed on his feet.

We landed in the jet and Sam quickly and carefully set me down. “are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked panic. He held my face examining my face.

“what the hell (y/n), why did you stop?” Bucky said his voice was mixed with worry and anger. He pushed Sam to the side which earned him a glare. Bucky sat down next to me, examining the damage.

“I'm alright buck” I smiled softly. He sighed and rested his forehead on mine. “never do that again”

The extra voices made the puppy poke his head out of my vest. I moving around between us made Bucky look down as the puppy looked up.

“he was trapped” I said as the puppy licked my chin and let out a couple of soft woofs.

Bucky's blue eyes widened but you could see the anger coating them. “you risked your life for a fucking dog?!” he didn't raise his voice like he was mad at me but he sure as hell was worried. “ooh language Barnes” Tony said in the background but no one acknowledged his comment.

“hay, man don't yell at her” Sam said aproching us. Bucky glared at him and clinched his metal arm. I quickly put my hand on his knee keeping from killing my best friend.

“Sam, it's fine” I nodded with a smile. Nat quickly got Sam to come over to the other side of the jet before things got too ugly.

Bucky sighed and got the first aid kit. “I'm sorry Buck” I mumbled hiding my face in the puppy's head as he cleaned up my forehead wrapped. His steal blue eyes softened as he looked at me.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you, I was just worried” he mumbled. I smiled and placed at soft kiss on his lips. The little puppy yelped and put his paws on Bucky.

“jealous?” he teased as he petted the puppy's head. As we had our molment I could have sworn I saw Sam shaking his head with anger. As he did Nat grabed him by the bicep pulling him to clean his cuts and wounds.

Steve eyed Sam as he went to the other side of the jet. Clint told me no casualties were harmed and they were getting rescue teams and agents to the area. I nodded thankful no one got hurt.

Bucky looked up at me and smiled as he set next to me petting the puppy. “what are you going to name him?” he asked as the puppy kicked his hand.

I rested my head on his shoulder and the puppy rested his head on Bucky's knee while his small body rested on my lap. “I don't know, what do you think?”

Bucky looked down at the small puppy as he licked his hand. “how about Elvis?”

I smiled at the thought of the name. Not to many people remember my favorite singer is Elvis presley. This wouldn't be a big deal to anyone else, but people think I just love the harder and faster stuff. But that was just one small detail Bucky never forgot.

“perfect” I said kissing his cheek.

“Tony your gonna let her keep the dog right?” Sam asked. Tony looked shocked at her question.

“of course, why wouldn't I?” he asked looking at me Bucky.

When we landed back at the compound I sat up a little to quickly making me slightly tumble. Bucky was behind me ready to catch me and Sam was quick to be at my side.

“let's get you too the med bay” Sam said. Bucky butted in still keeping me steady. “I got it”

“well you need to get check out too and you know your not allowed on another mission intill you get signed off by Dr. Cho” Sam said taking my arm. I looked between the two as they had their stand off. Elvis yawned getting just as tired of them as I was.

“super soldiers bounce back quickly, don't worry” Bucky said with a sarcastic smile.

“oh I'm not worried about you, just her”

“I think I cand help my girlfriend” Bucky growled.

I sighed and looked at the two nonchalantly “my leg could be bleeding out right now and you guys wouldn't realize it”

“sorry Doll” he glared at Sam as he picked me up bridel style. “let's get you check out”

“this place reeks with testosterone” Nat mumbled as she walked pasted the three of us.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“looks like your leg will heal up in a few months, I'll put a brace on it but I don't recommend any missions anytime soon” Dr. Cho said as she took care of my leg.

“thanks Cho” Bucky smiled as she handed him my pain meds. After She signed me out Bucky picked me up bridel style again. “let's get you to bed”

I rolled my eyes and patted my thigh so Elvis would follow us to our room.

“don't forget about the party tonight” Tony called out to us as we left. I waved him off. “yeah, yeah”

Once we got to our room he set me down on our bed. “so what now?” I said as our new dog hopped on the bed.

“your gonna rest” he said dumping my pain meds into his metal hand. “take theses” he said handding me them along with some water.

“I'm gonna help Steve with a few things and I'll be right back” he kissed my forehead and grabed his jacket. Before he left he closed the door as soon as he opened it. “and don't go anywhere” he tossed me the remote. “watch some X-Files or something”

“love you doll” he said before leaving. I said and waited for the door to click shut. The sound of his boots got quiter the farther he got away from our room. Once there was no sound of my boyfriend what's so ever I got up and left the room to my lab. “come on Elvis”

I stuck my head out and looked right and left in the hallway. There was no one out there except for Thor. I could easily get passed him dude to him having no knowledge of my experience on the mission.

“Hey Thor” I smiled and walked passed him with Elvis walking behind.

“hello Lady Y/n” he waved happily.

Since It was going to be a while before the party started I snuck into the lab to get some work done. I decided to occupy myself by replying Bucky's gun and Sam's wings.

“hay beautiful” Sam greeted coming to the lab with my favorite drink.

“Hey bub” I smiled as he walked up to me. “hand me that screwdriver, will ya” I said not looking up from his wings. “here”

“you going to the party tonight?” he asked leaning on my work table playing with my tools.

“thought about it” I said lifting his wing pack and clipping it the mannequin that had his suit on it.

“oh come on, it's no party without you” he smirked. I didn't look at him and pulled out my phone with a smile. “Samual punch your suit”

He stopped his usually flirting and looked at the suit with a questioning look. “What?”

“just do it” I said hitting record on my phone. He balled his fist then open his hand back up when he noticed my phone was up. “Wait, are you recording?”

“it's for science” I shrugged nonchalantly.

He put all his force in his punch and the suit flew across the lab. I rolled my eyes and hit pause in the recording. “idiot” I said hoping nothing was broken.

“you said hit it” he said holding his hand out.

“yeah, not through it across the lab” I said wheeling it back to us. I picked my phone up again holding to Sam as the suit started to glow red in some areas.

“what's that?” he asked running his fingers down the glowing lines in his suit. “nanotec... Hit it again”

He did and this time he few backwards like his suit did when he punched it. I started laughing and holding the phone to Sam on the ground. “delete that video”

“na, I don't really feel like It” I said slipping the phone into my back pocket. Sam raised an eyebrow and got up with a smile.

“delete it” he said.

I shrugged and took oof. He ran after me. “your gonna get it now” he ran after me and circled around the table. Eventually he cornered me and grabbed me from behind. He spung me around while trying to grab my phone. He failed after I tossed it on Bucky's vest that need stitches.

Our battle was cut short by Friday. “miss y/n, Mr. Barnes as 'ordered' you to come back to your corters... It sounded urgent ma'am”

Sam rolled his eyes and set me down. “oh I'm sure it is”

I sighed. “he's just worried about me”

Sam crossed his arms and looked down. “yeah I know”

“see ya at the party” I patted his shoulder and left the lab as Bucky walked in to fix a kink in his arm. His flesh arm balled into a fist as he watched Sam check me out as I left. Bucky didn't say anything just used his assassin skills to silently follow Sam out of the lab to our floor.

~~~~~~~~(3rd pov)~~~~~~~~

“looking for something?” Bucky asked Sam. Sam whipped around and stood there like a deer in a pair of headlights.

“thought Friday said you need her 'assistance'?” Sam snapped. Bucky crossed his arms. “I did... She didn't show up so I got worried”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “she's not something you can control” Bucky glared at him as he made a very false assumption.

“excuse me?” he walked up to sam, fists balled together.

“you heard me” Bucky pushed him back after the comment. “she almost got blown to smithereens today so yeah I got worried”

“Sure” Sam mumbled.

“what's your damn problem” Bucky said grabbing Sam's shoulder. Sam whipped back and threw Bucky's hand off of him.

“you know what my problem is?” Sam snapped. “my problem is I haven't stopped thinking about her since the day we met, that I'm fantastically, over the top, wanna slit my own throat in love with her, that for every minute of every hour of every day I can't believe my own damn bad luck she chose you!” Sam shouted.

Bucky's eyebrow knitted together as he shook his head. He didn't want to sound like the duch bag boyfriend that was territorial, but his worst fear is losing her. Hydra could come back after him and it would still hurt less.

Bucky didn't have to say anything he looked up and he saw her and her wide eyes. “Sam...” she said breathless.

Sam's eyes widened as he whipped around to see his best friends shocked face. “I... I didn't... I mean I did”

She sighed and looked at her boyfriend. “Buck... Give us a molment” Bucky nodded getting nervous.

Once Bucky left y/n jesters Sam to continue. Sam shrugged and slapped the side of his leg. “What do you want me to say?”

She frowned. “you can't come to me and just decided you love me... You don't get to do that”

“why not? It not fair to just keep it bottled up” Sam said defensively.

“I love Bucky! You know I love him, I've loved him for a long time”

“well I've loved you longer!” Sam shouted. He sighed and his voice got softer. “and I know you got feelings for me too... I can feel it”

He moved closer to her with hop in his eyes. He placed his hand on her cheek looked into her eyes. “Sam..” She warned and backed up.

“we've been through so much together” he whispered and got closer again. “please give me a chance” he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. She backed up as soon as the made contacted. His eyes went wide as she pushed him away from her.

Y/n sighed and looked down. “Sam... Your my friend and I want it to stay that way”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

It was almost time for the party so I went to change into something nice. I heard shouting the closer I got to mine and Bucky's floor. The anger and the ruckus made me quicken my pace.

“if you ever touch her again I swear to god!” Bucky said holding Sam by the callor of his shirt, slamming him into the wall.

I ran up to them and tried to break it up before it got ugly. “guys...”

“look man-” Sam started.

“keep your hands off her!” Bucky said.

“guys” I said fermly. Bucky ignored me and punched Sam in the jaw. I grabbed Bucky's metal arm and pulled him back. He pushed me away gently and lunged for him but didn't get the chance. Steve ran over separating the two men.

“knock it off both of you!” Steve said sternly. He help Sam up. “Sam, take a walk” Steve pointed the opposite direction of us. Sam looked down guilty and left.

“buck, what happened” Steve asked.

“none of your damn business” Bucky mumbled and left. I quickly ran after him to our room.

“Bucky talk to me” I said walking into our room. He sighed rubbing his forehead. “James, I'm so sorry” I said. His eyes softened as he looked back at me.

“no Doll... It's just Sam, I hate how touchy he is with you... And that kiss was the last straw” I raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he's ever voiced his opinion about our friendship. I knew the two never got along and that kiss distroyed any chance of them being friends, but this was different. The thought of Bucky thinking I would leave him for Sam hurt. I walked up to him looking him in the eyes.

“you know I love you right? Me and Sam are friends nothing more and that kiss ment nothing” I placed my hands on his stubbled cheeks holding his face.

His hand found mine and softly pulled them away. “I know It didn't, but that's not problem” this voice slightly rose. “he just doesn't want to be your friend” I looked down knowing his was right... That kiss opened my eyes of Sam's true feelings.

“I always hated the way he looked at you”He shook his head ripping his tie off his jacket off and throwing it in our closet. “he's just waiting for me to screw up so he can have a chance with you”He turned his back to me.

I sighed and quickly turned him back towrds me. “look at me” I whispered, he did.

“I will always choose you” I kissed his nose.

“I love everything about you and your the perfect man for me” I placed my lips on his kissing him with as much passion I could muster.

His flesh hand cupped my cheek deeping the kiss.“What did I do to deserve such an amazing woman like you?” he asked, picking me up then laying me on our bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress his lips trailed down my neck leaving soft kisses. I let out a soft moan and ran my fingers through his short hair.

He smiled against my neck. “I'm gonna make sure he knows your mine” he said biting my neck softly as we fell into the thrones of passion.

~later that night-

Later that night I changed into a black laced dress. It was short and framed my body perfectly. Me nor Bucky weren't up for partying anymore but Bucky changed into a nice all black suite and went with me anyway. He held his gorgeous smile for me and held my hand as we surfed the waves of people that crashed into the compound we called home.

As we walked around I held his hand tight afraid to lose him the swarm of people. We greeted some friends on the way, but usually we keep to our selves during things like this. Usually we set in a corner together making fun of Tony's up tight rich CEO 'friends'.

But Bucky had different plans tonight. As Eric Carmen's Hungry Eyes started to play Bucky pulled me to the dance floor. He twirled me around once and pulled me to his chest as I let out a soft laugh.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we swayed to the music. His steal eyes looked down at me and smiled softly. “I'm sorry about earlier”

“me too” I sighed. He quickly shook his head. “you did nothing wrong Doll” he said. I felt lucky to have him and his trust. I felt so afraid he'd blame for that kiss like my last boyfriend would have probably done.

“he's been my friend for years... I never knew he like me” I said. I them smiled up at him. “I was pretty much smitten when I first saw you”

He chuckled. “even if I was this bran washed, scruffy Super soilder try to kill you and Natasha?”

I laughed into his shoulder. “oh yeah... You have me hooked from the start”

He spung me around again and playfully dipped me and pulled me back up. “trust me the feeling was mutual... The purest thing I'd seen in a long time”

His steel eyes never left mine as we swayed to the music. “I thank God everyday you didn't give up on me”

His lips found mine and kissed me softly. He groaned and pulled away when he heard someone walk up to us. We looked and saw Sam standing there awkwardly. “What do you want wilson?” Bucky asked as he slightly stood infront of me keeping space between me and Sam.

“I want to apologize to her” he said pointing towards me. Bucky looked over at me, asking for consent. I nodded walk up next to Bucky so there was nothing shielding me from Sam. I sighed and looked at Bucky.

“Bucky can you get us something to drink?” he nodded and kissed me on the cheek. He glared at Sam as he walked away.

Sam cleared his throat and held his hand out. “care to dance?”

We'd used to dance together all the time. It was always crazy and uncoordinated. Nothing like the loving dances I'd have with Bucky. I nodded, giving my Best friend another chance. I put my hands on his shoulder and his fell to my waist. The dance was awkward, or like a middle school dance you'd have when your forced to keep your distance from your date.

“I'm sorry about the kiss...” Sam said too afraid to look me in the eyes. “all I ever wanted to do is make you happy... But now all that matters to me is that you are happy even if it's with someone else”

I looked up at him and stoped dancing with him. The closeness that was once normal and comfortable was now weird and different. I couldn't just dance around with him while Bucky is somewhere else.

“your friendship means everything to me but...”

“I screwed it all up, didn't I?” he finished.

I sighed and looked at him sadly. “it's weird now... Knowing you thought about me like that, you know how many times I came to with boy problems or just problems in general? I can't do that now”

“what can I do? I can't lose you” Sam said sticking his hands in his pockets. I sighed and looked at him. “you need to earn my trust again, but right now we need space”

He nodded just as Bucky came up to us handing me a Coke. “take care of her Barnes... You guys are perfect for each other” he mumbled the last part before walking away with what ever pride he had left.

[jojolovesdogs00]

Witch's Curse

Ship: Wanda x Reader

Ch 11

You had been staring at your computer for about 2 hours now. You were waiting for Steve to show up. You wanted him to know everything about this matter. You always trusted him. He was the Captain America after all. You were so focused on your computer screen that you didn't notice Wanda approaching until she tapped your shoulder. You gasped slightly and turned around. She looked nervous. She didn't say a word, instead, she handed you a cup of tea. You smiled gratefully and accepted the drink from her. She did the same and sat down on the armchair nearby.

"How's the search going?" she asked curiously. You hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Not great, actually. No leads yet." you admitted. She frowned a little.

"I'm pretty sure after Rogers show up he'll lead us where we need to be." you assured her. She smiled at you. She seemed relieved that you believed her innocence. You both sat in silence for another moment, neither of you saying anything. The awkwardness between you two was getting to the point where it was killing you.

"So how did you meet with Cap?" you inquired. She stayed silent for a while before replying.

"We met when I was working with HYDRA with my brother." she started slowly, her voice wavering slightly. She looked into her mug of coffee. "He and Barton helped me to get myself together after Pietro died." she paused. Tears formed in her eyes but she refused to cry. You let her collect herself, not knowing what else to say. Her story was sad one. Your heart ached seeing her like this. After a minute or so she spoke again. She had collected herself much more than you had expected her too. She sighed heavily. "They helped me and I" she looked up and gazed directly into your eyes. "I screwed up." she confessed, tears falling down her face. "I betrayed them. I failed their trust." she sobbed quietly. You quickly rushed over to her and embraced her in a tight hug. She tensed for a bit before relaxing into your embrace. She buried her head into your chest and gripped onto the fabric of your shirt. You held her close until she calmed down completely. You gently pulled away and wiped away her tears. You smiled at her reassuringly.

"You had a lot Wanda. After all losses." you stated before giving her a small smile. She gave you a small smile before grabbing a tissue and wiping her eyes. She stood up and smoothed out her outfit before turning around to look at you. You stared at her intently. It was clear something was bothering her. She looked at you worriedly, afraid that you might think badly of her. You stood up and walked closer to her.

"It's okay now Wanda. I don't blame you." you assured her. She relaxed slightly before letting out a sigh. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around your neck. She buried her head into your neck and hugged you tightly. She held onto you as if you were her lifeline. You returned her hug and rubbed her back soothingly. You didn't speak a single word. Instead you let her cry for a few minutes. Eventually she pulled away from the hug. You looked at her and offered her a gentle smile. She returned it. She wiped her eyes once more and smiled back at you before looking away nervously and biting her lip. You noticed her behaviour change immediately.

"Is everything okay?" you asked concerned. Wanda remained silent for a few moments before taking a deep breath and speaking up.

"I think I started to feel something for you." she stated quietly. You stared at her, shocked. Her cheeks flushed red. She suddenly looked nervous, fiddling with her fingers. You didn't know how to respond. 'What should I say? How should I react? Should I hug her? She doesn't love me that way, she can't?' you questioned yourself. You stood there silently for a while before realising she wasn't expecting an answer. Her blush only became darker and she turned her attention to her hands once more, still playing with them nervously. You finally managed to gather enough courage to reply.

"Wanda I think you don't like me. It's just,, I'm happened to only person believed your story. I don't want you to-" you stopped talking when Wanda cut you off with a kiss. Your eyes widened and you kissed back. You felt Wanda smiling against your lips. When you parted from the kiss Wanda rested her forehead against yours.

"I know what I feel Y/n." she whispered softly.

[tobiasdrake]

Oh, Sharon Carter. This is easily the show's most controversial character choice. Like.

When episode three dropped, debates raged over whether or not Sharon was the Power Broker. Some of us thought the idea of Sharon becoming a powerful and dangerous international crime boss was really cool, and others thought it was character asssassination of the highest order.

When it came out that she is, in fact, the Power Broker? Those debates did not end. Was this the best thing that's ever been done with this character, or is she ruined forever? Love it or hate it, most everyone who's seen this show has an opinion on it one way or another.

So where do I fall? Well. I would like to take this opportunity to formally induct Sharon into the "Good For Her" shared universe.

Honestly, I'm here for it.

Across the MCU, few characters have gotten screwed quite as hard as Sharon Carter. This character, the iconic love interest to Steve Rogers, Lois Lane to his Clark Kent, was brought in as a replacement goldfish for her aunt.

Once she was here, she struggled through two movies to find relevancy and was rewarded with less and less screentime. She peaked in the defiant S.H.I.E.L.D. vs. Hydra scene of Winter Soldier and it was all downhill from there.

Come Infinity War/Endgame, Sharon lost the only value she ever had in the eyes of her writers. They decided to send Steve back to Peggy, and that was that. Sharon didn't even warrant so much as a cameo in the Everybody Everywhere Teams Up Against Thanos scene. If they didn't need her to be Steve's Sexy Lamp then she had no value, and so they tossed her in the garbage bin on their way to writing Steve out.

Now she's back, she's mad as shit at the universe for constantly screwing her, and she's going to take what she's fucking owed. Everybody else got pardons but she got shit on, and now she isn't taking it anymore. And I'm here for it. Screw the world. You don't owe anybody anything anymore. You go get what's yours, ma'am.

[vbecker10]

Shadows of the Past

Part 26 (Part 25)

A/N - I accidently wrote Part 27 first and then I had to go back and write this before I could post either of them lol 

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(Y/N POV)

"Why didn't you come to me when Marc first approached you? Sarah, we were friends. I would have tried to help you... we could have done something," you say after a few minutes of silence.

Sarah just shakes her head slowly, "I could never have told you this."

"Why not? You know my father worked for SHIELD, maybe he could have-" she cuts you off before you can finish what you wanted to say.

"You were my first mission, Y/N," Sarah says looking up at you.

You can feel your body tense up.  “Wait... What?” you ask quietly, trying to process what you just heard.

“You were my first mission, right after I was recruited,” Sarah says.  She laughs a little to herself, “They wanted to recruit you, I was just their backup plan.”

“Why would they want either of us?” you ask shaking your head.

“Like I said, they didn’t want me,” Sarah’s attitude changes.  She almost sounds annoyed that she was the second choice.  You look at her, still unsure why they would be so interested in you.

“You're a freaking SHIELD legacy, your father was one of the top agents before he left and your grandmother actually worked with Peggy Carter during the first war.  She was one of the first agents after Peggy helped form SHIELD.  I mean... when we first met I couldn't believe your grandmother had met Steve Rogers before he was Captain America," she points over your shoulder at Steve as she says that.  

People at school and the training programs always thought that was cool.  Steve remembered working with your grandmother and when he first met you, he told you how much you looked like her.  After that, Steve always watched over you a bit more than he did with everyone else and you quickly fell into the habit of jokingly calling him mom.

"Marc said they had been watching your progress our first year and when you were ranked top 10% in our class at the end of the year, that sealed it for them.  They knew you would advance quickly at SHIELD and they wanted to use you as a double agent,” she told you.  

“In the beginning, Marc just wanted me to stay close to you but then he started asking me to do things.  Little things at first... clone your phone, put a tracker on your car, tell him who you met with,” she said as if they were so minor they didn’t even matter. 

“You said ‘in the beginning’... what else did you do?” you ask her.

Sarah pulls on the chains a bit and looks at them.  “Hydra gets people to join one of two ways.... you either join willingly or not,” she pauses.

You try to think back to your time at school but nothing jumps out at you.  

“Marc wanted to put you into a situation where you would do one little favor for someone in exchange for getting you out of trouble.  Something small, you barely would have thought twice about.  Once you did that, the next favor would be a bit bigger, since now the first favor could be used as blackmail.  They would have continued to get larger until you didn’t have a way out,” she explains and it suddenly hits you.

“Our second semester, sophomore year...” you say, still thinking.  “You had dragged me out to a bar the night before my Chemistry final.  I overslept and almost missed the exam, I was so hungover I screwed the whole thing up.  The exam was almost a third of our grade,” you talk slowly as you remember.  

She nods, “And you failed it pretty spectacularly if I remember right.  Then I offered you a way out of that, so you wouldn’t lose your ranking at school or disappoint your parents.  We both knew how obsessed they were with your grades.  I told you Marc had a friend who could change your final exam grade.  You just needed to do one little thing.”

“But I didn’t do it... Marc wanted me to give him a copy of the final exam answers for the class I was a TA for.  He said his friend could change my grade in exchange for selling the answers I gave him,” you think back.  

“Do you have any idea how angry Marc was when I told him you went to your Chem teacher to talk to them about getting extra work to bring your grade up?  He couldn’t believe you would do that,” she said.  “He didn’t bother trying again after that since he knew you wouldn’t take the easy road out like the others they’ve done this to.”

You look at her in shock, you had barley thought about that after it happened.  You never would have thought that had been a setup. If you had given Marc the exam answers, he could have used that as blackmail to get you to do something else for him.  Its so strange to think how one small decision could have changed everything.  

“After that, I was told to just stay with you, keeping tabs on you as I had been before,” she said but before you can ask her anything else the door opens and three agents walk in to take her to the Raft.  

(LOKI POV)

The three agents walk into the room and go over to Sarah.  They unchain her from the table and stand her up.  They grab her by her arms and lead her out.  Once she is gone, Steve pushes Y/N back out of the room and you meet them in the hallway.  

She looks up at you, “Can we go back to the infirmary now?”

“Of course,” you respond.  She nods to Steve who lets go of the chair and she pushes herself down the hall.  You walk next to her in silence.  Steve, Thor & Bucky remain behind.  

You push the button for the elevator and stare at the ground in front of you.  “Loki?” you hear her say and you look up.  

“Sorry, did you say something?” you ask her.

“I asked if you were ok,” she says as the doors open.

“I’m fine,” you respond, pushing the button to go to the infirmary.

“Wow... I expected a little more from the God of Lies,” she says sarcastically.

You shrug but don’t say anything else.  Your mind keeps wandering back through everything Sarah said.  How she had spied on Y/N for almost their entire friendship.  The way she talked about trying to trap Y/N in Hydra’s web without even a hint of regret in her voice.  She was not the person you or Y/N thought she was.  

You think back to Sarah claiming she loved you while describing how she had used you and set you up to take the fall for her, and you realize something.  She might have thought she loved you, but you were now sure you never loved her.  She had been right, when you first met you were lost and lonely.  You were not only alone, you were hated and feared, everyone distrusted you.  

Sarah was the only one who took the time to talk to you, to get to know you and you thought you could trust her.  Your feelings for her grew and you had thought it was love but it wasn’t.  You liked that you weren’t alone anymore, that you had someone you could be with but the more you think about it, the more if felt you just said the words back to her because she had said them first. 

You look down at Y/N in her wheelchair next to you in the elevator.  She looks up at you, her face full of worry as she reaches for your hand.  You squeeze it and try to give her a smile but you can feel a tear escaping.  

“Loki?” she asks, “Do you want go back to your room first?”

You shake your head, “I’m ok, just thinking”.

“You can talk to me, remember?” she tells you and this time you do manage to smile at her.  

“I know, and I will.  I just... want to organize my thoughts I guess,” you tell her.  

She doesn’t say anything, she just lets you think but she never lets go of your hand.  You think back to all the times you found yourself comparing Y/N to Sarah.  You know you shouldn’t have but you couldn’t always help yourself.  They were so different, and they treated you so differently.

Sarah was sometimes short with you when you didn’t know things that she thought were obvious.  Y/N was never like that, she seemed to enjoy teaching you new things like cooking or how to add songs to your phone.  Y/N liked to pull little pranks on you when you weren’t expecting them.  You played a harmless trick on Sarah once and she seemed almost annoyed by it.  Y/N found ways to combine your hobbies so you could spend time together while Sarah sometimes seemed to enjoy being alone more than being with you.  There were times where you felt you were bothering her when you asked to spend time together.  

The biggest difference you found between the two was how Y/N always told you to talk to her.  Sarah had often told you to get over things or not take them so hard but Y/N let you have your voice.  Even now, she didn’t want you to keep everything to yourself.  She knew how sometimes your mind could spin things against you, making it seem as if things were your fault even if you knew they weren’t.  Y/N was the only person you knew who would just sit and listen to you, never saying a word until you were done.  

The doors open and you follow her out but you stop her before she gets to the infirmary doors.  “Y/N,” you say, touching her shoulder from behind.

She turns her head and looks up at you.  You walk around her chair and kneel so you are at eye level with her.  “Loki?” she asks.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m going to help you through this anyway I can.  I know you like to do things yourself but you don’t have to, I’m going to be here,” you tell her.  You touch her cheek softly, “I don’t want to talk about Sarah or this mess anymore.  I just want to move forward with you.”

She smiles at you and nods.  “We can do that,” she says.  “And I appreciate the offer Mischief.  I don’t always like to ask for help but I am going to need it.”

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The Rise of Hydra

Chapter 4

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character

Warnings: Violence, Dom/Sub, Kidnapping, Hostage, Gun Violence, Corruption Kink, Forced Behaviour, Manipulation, Light Bondage, Captive

Summary: Being the President’s daughter hasn’t always been easy. Constantly having someone over your shoulder, rarely getting a minutes privacy except for being in bedroom and it wasn’t any different for Violet. Not to mention working as a junior doctor which was stressful enough. But things were about to turn more difficult for her. With Hydra rising once again, planning to take over the country and rule it the way they wanted it to be, Violet finds herself caught between the war and a hostage to their secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.

Violet padded down the hallway of the white house, lazily looking at her phone, her head deep into the screen. She knew this house like the back of her hand and didn’t even need to look up to know where she was going. She was heading to her room to chill out for a bit before she had to head to work.

Her father had been strict on rules and precautions to keep everyone safe. Until he had a full proof plan, and the Avengers were on board, the family were only to travel for necessity which meant Violet found herself stuck in this giant house. She argued with him that she had her security but there was no getting past it. Violet in the end had to sigh and nod, pretending that she was fine with it when really, she was livid. She understood it was a danger but what was the point in having all the security if she couldn’t go out with her friends.

So instead, she resorted to finding a new series on Netflix to watch in bed. Just as Violet rounded the corner of the house to head down to her room, she bumped into a hard chest, stumbling back with a dizzy spell in her head. The crash nearly blew the wind from her, and she felt a hand grab her to regain her balance again.

“Whoa, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there” a voice said and when she composed herself, she looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of Steve Rogers. A smile grew on his face as he clutched her elbow lightly, giving a warming squeeze. Violet found herself in a trance, captured by those blue eyes and she stunned. He truly was a sight to behold. She could practically feel the abs through his t-shirt as she bumped into him.

“Oh no, don’t be, I should have been looking where I was going” she said a little nervous, her pale cheeks flushing red like a tomatoe, and she hide her face slightly.

“I was just using the bathroom, not that you needed to know that” she giggled at his nervousness and shook her head lightly.

“Not to worry” she assumed that he was here for her father, perhaps another meeting to discuss what to do with the Hydra situation.

“So how are you finding all this?” she asked, and he sighed, holding his hands to his hips, his muscle arms flexing and the veins popping from the back of his hand. Violet swallowed and couldn’t help the tingle in her body. She felt like a little schoolgirl with her crush. He certainly had an effect on woman.

Why does he have to be this hot?

“Well, I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t an everyday thing for me but it’s big. Hydra are one of the biggest terrorist organisations out there and so far, they seem to be leading. I took them down once before and I’ll do it again” he said with determination. He was certain that Hydra weren’t going to get away with this.

“What about you, I’m sure you’re probably used to all this security and watchful eyes” he said, and Violet giggled, shaking her head.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it but it’s okay, I know my dad is only trying to keep us all safe and he’s stressing enough about it, I don’t want to give him a heart attack” Steve chuckled and crossed his arms, the muscles bulging, and Violet swallowed hard.

Does he have to do that, damn why is he so sexy?

“Of course not, then we really would be screwed” he joked, and Violet replied with a soft laugh. Their eyes locked for a moment and Violet felt herself blushing again, suddenly turning all shy and nervous and she bit her bottom lip, dragging the soft skin between her teeth as she averted her eyes to the floor. He so easily made her fluster and Violet didn’t know how long she could stand here before she crumbled to her knees.

“I better get going, your father is probably waiting for me” he broke the silence and Violet nodded, falling out of her trance and composing herself.

“Sure, um I guess I’ll see you around” she didn’t know what to say, the situation was awkward and when he flashed her a smile, she only felt her body tingle more.

“See you around… Violet” he gave a nod before brushing past her, his elbow grazing her, the touch of his warm skin on her making her heartbeat faster. She scurried down to her room and slammed the door a little door hard, taking a deep breath.

“God, what’s wrong with me” she whispered to herself.

……….

“Kayleigh stop!” Violet groaned as Kayleigh giggle next to her, poking her in the arm as she teased her.

“You love Captain America” she said in a sing song voice and Violet glared at her, eyes wide. Anyone could hear her and the last thing she needed was a rumour going around that they were in love or something. All it would take is for a reporter or journalist to hear that rumour and to blow a story out of proportion. There was no love involved at all. All Violet had said to Kayleigh was that she and Steve talked earlier in the hallway and how good looking he was and now she wouldn’t stop teasing.

“I don’t love him, keep your voice down” she hushed, and Kayleigh laughed, shaking her head as she turned back to her paperwork.

“I’m only teasing you… but you clearly have the hots for him, I mean who wouldn’t” Violet couldn’t help but smile at her friends’ words. It was true, who didn’t have the hots for Steve Rogers. But there was absolutely nothing going on between the two and even if there was, there was no way on earth her dad would allow it. He was an Avenger, and she was the President’s daughter. It wouldn’t be appropriate and right now her dad didn’t need any more to stress about.

“Any news on the whole thing” Kayleigh asked, and Violet sighed.

“It’s all so serious right now, I don’t know what’s going to happen” Violet said truthfully. Any day now Hydra would attack. They were most likely planning something big and until the Avengers could retrieve the information off the USB stick Natasha had collected, they had no idea what was coming. Even if Violet knew she wouldn’t be able to tell Kayleigh and not because she was a potential suspect for Hydra but because it was government information that needed to be kept secret and if would be completely inappropriate and serious for her to go around telling everyone what the government and president were planning.

Work flew by for Violet and soon enough she was packing her bags and heading home for the night. It was twelve when she hopped into the SUV, yawning as she sat in her usual spot and greeted Michael and Bruno. The ride was quiet, expect for the quiet music playing in the background. She had to turn down her phone screen brightness as it was too bright and blinding for her in the dark car. The streetlights shone on her face every time they passed one and her head nestled on the freezing cold glass of the window, almost burning her with a chill.

She was tired and ready for bed. Most likely her parents would be asleep by the time she got in so she wouldn’t see them until tomorrow. She debated on the way home whether to have something for dinner but decided she was too exhausted to make something and she didn’t want to bother the cooks.

As she reached the outside of the house, she gathered her bag and jacket, throwing it over her arm and slipped out of the SUV.

“Night Michael, thank you for the ride” she smiled politely. She always thanked him for everywhere he took her, and he gave her a nod. She thanked Bruno as she passed him, jogging up the front door and smiled at the doorman. The house was fairly quiet for a change, and she crept silently in, not wanting to disturb anyone. The family were used to her shifts and before her mom used to stay up for her, waiting for her to come home to make sure she was okay after a long day. It was when she first started as a junior doctor and was getting used to the different shifts she had to work. But now her parents would go to bed before she arrived home. She had her security with her if she needed anything.

The stairs creaked slightly as she padded up them softly, her shoes scuffing slightly and she yawned, squinting her eyes as she reached her bedroom door. She lazily walked inside, throwing the bag and jacket on the floor. All she wanted to do now was pull on some comfy PJs and crawl inside her big bed, cocoon herself with the duvet and fall into a peaceful slumber. She couldn’t be bothered to brush her hair or teeth. Violet checked her phone once more before dropping it on the desk and turning around to head to her wardrobe. But as she turned around, she stopped dead in her tracks, a short sharp gasp escaping her and her body freezing.

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Chapter 5

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goodbye- b. barnes

pairings: past lover!enemy!bucky barnes x reader, mentions of steve rogers warnings: lovers to enemies to lovers, a lot of angst, mentions of blood, hydra, mentions of death and 40s bucky about: sleepover request “enemies to lovers with bucky” that got wayy out of hand because i apparently don’t know how to write something that doesn’t a/n: okayy so i have never written enemies to lovers before, so i hope i did this right, and i did change it a little to past lovers to enemies to lovers, i hope you don’t mind!! i’m not too sure how i feel about this, mainly because it’s so long for me that i’ll only be able to read and edit it like twice and i’ll start hating it by the first time. this is about 4k words, aka one of my longest fics ever edit: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO EDIT THIS WOW

bucky realizes exactly how bad his relationship with you has gotten when he overhears your argument with steve over the mission pairing next week. he doesn’t mean to; he knows how pissed at him you would get if you were to find out he was listening in to a conversation that didn’t include him— although, really, the last time he was included was decades ago, when you would smile at him with warm apple cheeks and let him tuck away stray strands of your hair.

your frustrated words sneak out through the cracks of the door, letting him know exactly how upset you are that you were paired with him for the mission.

“we’ve barely even talked—” bucky nearly scoffs at this, knowing well that it was your fault. although he can’t let you take full blame. “you know we won’t work well together. partners need to have each others’ back—” steve cuts you off at that, and it makes bucky glad because that had stung more than he thought it would. some part of him, even while you pointedly avoided his existence, thought that you still cared, even if it was monumentally less than the care you’d had for him before. he never wanted to confront the possibility that you didn’t care at all, that you would come running to steve in distaste at seeing your name and his next to each other.

“it’s done, y/n. deal with it. it’s only one mission,” steve tells you sternly, exasperated. bucky can see the tick of your jaw even through the door, the way you huff out of your nose and accept defeat. some things never changed, even after a near-century. there’s a silence bucky thinks indicates an end to the conversation, and he’s about to take his leave before he’s caught, but steve’s soft sigh stops him. “i thought this duel between you two would end by now,” he says, followed by a gentle scoff from you. steve ignores it, “you two were… so much bigger than this. are so much bigger than this.”

“he left me, steve,” you snap, words edged and sharp and pained, “he made me feel like another notch on his bedpost.” bucky nearly barges in right then and there, refusing to let you think like that. he knows he screwed up, but he never thought you’d think that. you were too good for him to think you meant so little to him; he had tried his best to make sure you didn’t think that way, he wasn’t sure when it went wrong. “he left me. didn’t even know he was gone ‘til i went over to his for the date he promised me and his ma told me he was gone.” bucky’s eyes close, forehead knocking soundlessly against the door frame. “at least you got a goodbye, stevie. all i got was assurance that i was never really anything to him,” your voice turns angrier, and bucky doesn’t think he can listen to you talk about this anymore. he turns towards the elevator after steve stays silent, probably knowing better than to argue with you.

“‘can’t do anything about this now, y/n. it’s only one mission,” is the last thing he hears steve say before bucky walks away, your words rattling around in his broken mind.

-

the jet is dead silent when he climbs inside, ten minutes early as usual, but you’re there already, wordlessly walking past him to replace one of the weapons you keep in your holster. bucky wants to tell you hello, even though he knows you will only respond with a dry stare his way before you give him a view of your turned shoulder as you do anything but acknowledge his presence. your overheard conversation with steve is still heavy on his brain, having scrutinized each letter of the words you’d said to try and make sense of them. even through the shattered, blurry mess of memories he had, the ones with you were bright and clear, as if taken on the best camera in the twenty-first century. he can remember the feel of your lips on his when you both got the guts to admit your feelings for each other, the way your lips had smiled through the kiss, your giddiness clear in the curve of your mouth, and the tender pull his jaw by your careful fingers. the sound of your flustered laugh still rings clear in his ears, the warmth of your forehead as you leant it against his own, shining eyes caught on his.

he can recall the storm of feelings he felt with the fanciest pen he owned in his hand, trembling over the clean paper while he tried to write the goodbye he would never be able to tell you in person. the words of the letter he can recite in his sleep: i love you, dollface. i love you so much that i can’t bear to tell you goodbye. i know that i’ll never leave if i have to stand in front of you and tell you that i have to, not when i know you’ll be there waiting for me. but i gotta do this, you know i do. i swear to you, doll, i’ll come back and take you out on the best damn date of your life. don’t be surprised if it ends with me on a knee and that ring i know you’ll like on your finger.

he knows you deserved a real goodbye, but he was selfish, and one look from you, and he would never go. still, how dare you say he left you without a goodbye when he poured everything he had into it?

he’s tempted to ask you right now, interrupt the cleaning of the gun in your hands, but the very real possibility of you shooting him cuts his thoughts short. nevertheless, he aches to hear your voice directed at him again, see your eyes on him, even if it’s in an argument.

even though the quinjet flies itself, you seat yourself in the pilot’s seat while bucky stays in the back, quiet. his eyes can’t help but drift to you every once in a while, just watching as you stare out the window, shoulders still tense like every time he’s in the same place as you. it makes him sadder than he had thought before, because he can still recall the times that they would relax every time he smiled at you, his touch calling for you to melt into him instead of stepping away from him.

after a second, he stands to recheck his weapons, even though he’s completely sure every one of them is in perfect shape. you stand, too, heading towards one of the doors when stark’s high-tech, no-turbulence quinjets experience a harsh bump. it knocks you—and nearly bucky— off your feet, sending you tumbling forward and straight into bucky’s chest. instinctively, his hands settle around your waist, holding you in place. it’s in the second that you allow him to touch you that he’s suddenly hit with exactly how much he’s missed being able to touch you— be near you. the scent of your perfume wafts pleasantly into his nose, and he memorizes it immediately, along with the warmth of your skin— which he notices remains the same— and the smell of the shampoo you use. you only allow him near you for a second before you push him off of you roughly, shooting him a dirty look.

“you’re welcome,” bucky grumbles bitterly, moving to sit back down. your head snaps back towards him.

“i didn’t say thank you,” you snap, “i didn’t even ask you to do that.”

“you don’t have to. it’s kind of the decent thing to do so you don’t crack your head open when you fall. it’s also the decent thing to thank me for not letting that happen.”

you raise an eyebrow at him, eyes thinning at him. he can practically see his words blowing up in his face. “don’t talk to me about decency.” you retort, “what the hell would you know?”

bucky steps towards you, “what is that supposed to mean?”

you scoff, “oh, please, as if you don’t know. don’t act stupid, bucky. as much as i don’t want to, i know you better than that.”

“i’m not— what the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“nothing,” you sneer, “just thought that being decent included saying goodbye before leaving to go to a fuckin’ war you didn’t even know you were gonna come out of.”

there’s an angry, confused silence that hangs in the air after you confess why you have been so dead-set on hating him after all this time. your chest is rising with heavy breaths, and bucky is confused, eyes searching for any semblance of a lie in your eyes, but he looks away when he finds none.

“are you serious?” he asks.

you send him a deadpan stare, “i don’t really feel up to joking around with you.”

bucky steps towards you, “i said— i said goodbye. maybe i didn’t do it in the best way, but i made sure i told you goodbye. i would never leave you like that, especially after…”

“you didn’t tell me anything. i only found out you left after your ma told me. do you know how ridiculous i looked? going to that house ready for our date, only for me to find out you left me before i thought you even could.”

“i sent you a letter. i explained everything, i swear,” bucky tells you, his hands on your arms gentle enough for you to slip away, and tight enough for you to know how serious his words were. “y/n, you gotta believe me. i would never— dammit, doll, how could you think i could leave you like that?”

“you did! that’s how i could think that! there was no letter, no warning—”

“you have arrived.”

you stop yourself, eyes glued to the floor as bucky drops his hands from your arms. “please, sweetheart, i swear i sent you that letter. i could recite it for you right now if you wanted it.” friday’s mechanical voice echoes through the speaker again, repeating the earlier statement. you shake your head gently as if trying to rid yourself of the distraction in front of you, but you allow yourself for a brief glance at bucky’s eyes, scanning his features for any indication of dishonesty. you pull away when you don’t find any, feeling more upset rather than relieved.

“let’s just do what we need to,” you say finally, exiting the jet. bucky follows you after a few seconds.

—

“we’ll split up. you take the right side of the base and i’ll take the left. we’ll find the drive a lot faster,” you instruct quietly, glued to the wall next to bucky as you check there aren’t any agents in the base.

“are you sure?” bucky questions, “the intel on this base wasn’t too clear. there could be agents in there.”

“i can handle myself. i’m sure you know.”

“y/n—” he begins fruitlessly, trailing off when you take his answer as confirmation and head into the base once you clear the entrance. sighing, he jogs up next to you, overly alert of his surroundings. there’s an air in the base that he recognizes too well; all hydra buildings have a certain disturbing feel to them that indicates all the pain that was forced upon hostages, the screams that echoed through the bloodied walls almost loud enough to travel through time and reach your ears. with this one, though, bucky can feel the device that was clamped to his head, ripping away every piece of bucky he had left. he shivers.

your eyes drift to him when you notice, eyebrows joining, “what’s wrong?” you ask him, tone all-business.

“i think i know this base. where are we again?”

you’re about to respond offhandedly when you pause, your movements freezing altogether. you gulp, an unwanted flash of recognition in your eyes as you turn to bucky. “um, siberia, russia. hydra siberian facility. this is the one you were…” you blink, forcing yourself to say it so he doesn’t have to. “this is the one you were held in, buck, i’m so sorry.”

it’s the first time he’s heard you say his name in a while. when he turns to you, he notices how tense you are, and he knows it’s not because of him, it’s because you can feel it too, now.

there’s a brief pause that follows. “i think you’re right. we should stay together,” you continue, “you never know.” your voice wavers, stepping a little closer to him as you continue walking through the facility.

-

there has been no sign of any other life besides than the two of you. you’ve cleared most of the rooms together since you refuse to leave his side. as much as you seem to hate him, there’s at least a small part of you that still cares more than he ever thought you would.

“another room.” bucky lets you know, leading you inside once he’s made sure it was clear. you begin to start rifling through the files at one end of the room, the sheer size of it making it seem like you were in two different ones. it’ll take a while to meet in the middle, he notes.

you pay little attention to him as you flick through names and papers, only really looking out for any indications that bucky isn’t okay. you’re on the third cabinet when you see the drive you’re looking for, clear and so badly hidden, it must hve been intentional. it’s shoved between thick folders and stray papers, making it easy for you to pull it out with a relieved sigh. you’re about to turn to bucky and let him know you can finally leave when a file with the name of the man in the room with you catches your eye.

even with the drive in your palm, clearly the one you need evident by the label on it, you can’t help the fingers that take the file out. the papers inside are worn and crumpled, the lack of care put into putting them away blatant with the folded corners and smudged words. handwriting on a ripped paper catches your eyes, the creases in the paper showing how much time it spent folded inside a pocket. air escapes you when you catch the date scribbled on the top right, the numbers slightly smudged, but there: december 14, 1941, the day bucky left for the army.

the events on the plane flood back to you as you read the letter. you can feel the lump in your throat growing more difficult to swallow with each read word telling you goodbye. as you stand straighter, opening the file more, something inside clatters to the floor, catching bucky’s attention. you distractedly pick it up, not really looking at it until you feel what it is in your hand— the compass you had gotten bucky years before he enlisted. your eyes finally fall from the letter to stare at it, running your fingers over the design on the edges and then on the little button to open it. your lips part when you discover the picture inside of you.

the weight of bucky’s stare on you is nonexistent as you run your fingers over your picture. you can remember the day it was taken—just a few months before bucky left— and the warmth that settled over your cheeks when bucky complimented you. you drag your vision away from it to read the rest of the letter, a glimmer of gold at the middle of the folder stopping you yet again.

you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips when you realize it’s a ring that is no doubt bucky’s. you’d seen his mother wearing it every day you knew her; except for the day you visited her— the day bucky left.

you mutter a curse when you realize what the letter means; what the compass with your picture in it and winnie’s wedding ring indicates. the promises bucky included in his letter were real, his love for you was real, and had hydra not held him hostage, his goodbye would’ve made its way to you, and so would bucky, with his wedding ring and lovesick eyes.

“what’s wrong?” bucky questions from the other side of the room, having observed your stunned silence for long enough. the gleaming tears that form in your eyes give him the push to walk over to you and the folder that you can’t stop staring at, the harsh grip your fingers have on it leaving indents on the paper. you don’t seem to care. “y/n?”

you can’t stop rereading the letter, taking in the words you had been repeating to yourself before you let the anger take you over. it’s like your forties self is screaming i told you so at your present self, furious at you for letting yourself think what she knew was wrong.

you let bucky take the papers from you without a word, the grip you have on the old ring that had resided on winnie’s finger for as long as you’d known her the only tie you have to the present. “fuck,” you say, roughly wiping away the tears that begin to streak down your face. bucky recognizes the letter immediately, brows furrowing when he realizes the goodbye he had written you never got to you, meaning that you were technically right— he had practically abandoned you after his dreams had come true because he was scared of exactly this. he hears you repeat the curse, eyes finally reaching up to meet his. “i’m so sorry, bucky,” you tell him, voice dripping in disappointed sincerity. “you were right. i knew you would never—” your face scrunches, fist tightening, “i know you would never leave me like that.”

the glint of bucky’s vibranium fingers catch on the shitty lights while he reads the same sentences he painstakingly clung together decades ago, desperate to make it perfect for you. he spots the compass dangling off its chain in between your clenched fingers, and from its absence in the file, bucky can assume you found the ring.

you catch his eye, looking down at your hand before quickly holding it out to him, carefully setting down the compass in his palm. your hand opens to show him the ring, “oh,” he croaks, shaking his head disorientedly when you extend it closer to him, urging him to take it back. “no, no, keep it. it’s for you anyways.”

pained eyes look back up at him before your fingers close over the jewelry, storing it safely in the chest pocket of your suit. he holds your stare for as long as he can, desperate in his search of the ocean in your eyes for something you weren’t even sure of.

“um,” you sniffle, blinking away your tears and effectively cutting off the eye contact as you look to the ground. “i got the drive. we can leave now.” bucky mumbles an affirmation, blinking at you when you regain your composure, straightening up with a wipe of your cheeks and a clear of your throat, “you set up the bombs, right?”

bucky nods, clearly muddled, “yeah… all ready to be activated.”

“let’s go then,” you say, avoiding his eye while you start to walk out of the room. he doesn’t think you think he noticed that the papers in the folder are gone, the only thing left is the compass in his hold.

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you ignore him the whole flight, but the items from the base weigh heavy in your pockets, screeching at you to take them out and analyze them again for reassurance that the man you’d sworn heartlessly abandoned you like one of the flings you’d seen him leave had actually done the opposite. the ring that meant so much to his mother and the words he’d recited in his letter were proof of that, evidence that you were wrong and had hated him for no reason.

it was difficult to process how awful you had been to him, disregarding his presence and his concerned words. you could recall the day you arrived, when he had greeted you with a bone-breaking hug that you had returned until the memory of what he had done to you settled in. the grief you’d suffered for him had torn deeper at your heart, and torn you away from him.

he had been angry with you, too, after realizing why you were standing in the same room as him, the exact same as the last day he’d seen you, just like him. you couldn’t blame him now; you were reckless to a point of danger due to the anguish that had ripped you apart so desperately, you felt there was no more of you to keep safe. the loss of not only the man you’d loved wholly for your whole life but of both of the best friends you’d protected and been protected by, shattering you to the point of giving yourself to howard stark as a guinea pig for his time travel ideas.

you allow yourself one look at him after not being able to help yourself, startled to find his attention already on you, the compass open and cradled in his hand like a precious stone.

you turn away and don’t look back at him again.

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silence is all you can give when you arrive at the compound, heading straight into your room and putting off a shower, instead tugging out the yellowed letter with a delicate desperacy you weren’t sure you still had. the itch of your suit goes unnoticed by you as you slide against the wall, letting yourself sink to the floor, distracted by the letter clenched in your hand, eyes scanning the words you had been reciting to yourself the entire way back.

i love you he repeats at least three times, and you aren’t sure if the dry splatters of water are yours or his. i’ll marry you when i come back, he promises twice, and you can nearly hear the words in his own voice from the forties, so hopeful and so sure, so unaware that he would never come back to that time. goodbye, he writes at the end, for now like a prayer.

you can’t feel the tears as they drench your face. you can only feel the lack of air as you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut and hugging the paper to your chest as gently as you can, careful to not damage it any further. the ring is digging so hard into your palm, you’re sure when you open your hand again, you’ll be met with small dots of blood.

it’s why you don’t notice when bucky opens your door to the image of you, the very same one he would’ve seen the day the man knocked at your door, full of empty apologies as he delivered two condolence letters to you instead of your boys. it’s instinct to him when he rushes over to you, gathering you up into his arms as he repeats it’s okay, even if he doesn’t know what it even is.

your arms drape over his neck without hesitation, face nudging its way into the familiar crook of his neck, trying to control your shuddering breaths. “i’m sorry,” you keep saying, fisting the shirt that smells like your detergent. he assures you it’s okay, the letter in your hands, stained with tears and guilt, letting him know what’s wrong.

you whimper about how much of an ass you’ve been, how you should’ve known better after knowing him so much better, how you should’ve let him explain before pushing him to assume any love you had for him was gone when the complete opposite was the truth. you confess how much you missed him even though you felt betrayed, the overwhelming amount of love you still hold for him.

he responds by brushing away wet strands of hair from your damp eyelashes and comforting pressed kisses against the salty skin of your cheeks— just because you’re letting him and he’s wanted to do that ever since you met him, ever since you kissed him the day before he left for the war, when fireworks exploded in his brain and he was sure you had to be soulmates even if they didn’t exist in your world.

he understands, you realize, and he doesn’t blame you at all.

it settles in once you’ve both calmed down, when your head is on his shoulder and his arm around your waist, the letter he wrote you neatly folded on your dresser. “i missed you,” you tell him, smiling softly when you feel his lips against your forehead.

“i missed you, too,” he murmurs, “more than you know.” his fingers are intertwined with yours, and you let yourself appreciate how much he seems to like touching you. “‘think i owe you a date, though.”

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 15 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Violence/Injuries/Kidnapping/Drugging, Mentions of Anxiety, Accusations of an Inappropriate Relationship, Characters Held Captive, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come!

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2.7k

Note: I am posting every 2-3 days! I meant to have this posted Saturday so I am terribly sorry for the delay.

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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“You can’t be serious,” Steve looks at Tony with utter disbelief. Why would he believe some strangers over him? Why would he trust some kids over him?

“It’s more than anything we have!” Tony defends himself.

“These are your kids' lives at stake and you want to run off to some random place and hope some teenager is right or isn’t screwing us over?!” Steve doesn’t understand why any of them trust the people who claim they’re werewolves, banshees, or whatever. Yes, he’s seen what Hydra did to Y/N, but how did they get their powers?

“How can you trust them?!” Bucky questions.

“I don’t. I don’t trust them one bit.” Tony sighs and runs his hands through his hair. This whole situation is stressful. First, he finds out that the daughter who was taken from him and found dead years later is possibly still alive. Then, he finds out that Peter has been taken. Then, he finds out that his daughter is still alive and she was taken with Peter by Hydra. Now, they have to decide whether to stay and do more digging or trust the word of people he doesn’t know. “I don’t know them. We barely know anything about them, but I trust Y/N. If these are the people she surrounds herself with and the people she trusts, then I think we can listen to them just this once.”

“How does that make any sense? You don’t know Y/N either.” Peter states. While he’s put up this facade that he only really cares about himself, he likes Y/N and he likes who she is for Derek. He also feels responsible for her. He hasn’t always been the greatest uncle, but he’s trying to get better. He also feels like he’s the only one who thinks Tony is just saying these things because he plans on taking her back home with him. If he can get Stiles’s trust now, maybe it will be easier to convince him he’s right, or maybe they’re wrong and he wants to go to prove they’re wrong and prove Y/N would be better off with the Avengers.

“She’s my daughter.” Tony angrily states, glaring at Peter.

“You haven’t known her in years.” Peter points out, “She was what three, four when you last saw her.”

Tony scoffs, “Seriously, who are you, and why are you here? You look a bit old to be hanging out with teenagers.”

“Maybe he’s just like his nephew. Maybe he also prefers underage girls.” Bucky continues to glare at Derek. He hasn’t stopped glaring at him since he said he is Y/N’s boyfriend. He looks way too old for her and she just turned eighteen.

Derek flicks out his claws and flashes his alpha eyes as he takes a step toward Bucky. “Whoa,” Scott grabs Derek and holds him back from getting any closer to Bucky, “let’s calm down and stop throwing accusations around. Let’s just go get Y/N and Peter and then we can sit down and talk about everything. Okay?”

Derek continues to struggle against Scott before backing down. He’s already made a mental note in his head to get back at Bucky later.

“Do you have everything you need?” Tony questions Scott. He’s noticed that Scott seems to be the one in charge of the little group or “pack” as Scott had called them earlier.

“I just need to get my bat out of my jeep.” Stiles states.

“Stiles, you’re not going,” Scott tells him firmly. He knows that he’ll most likely lose this fight, but he’s not going to let the sheriff lose two kids in one day. He’s also not going to lose his best friend to a terrorist group.

“Why not? It’s my sister that has been taken. I should be there to get her.” Stiles doesn’t understand why Scott all of a sudden doesn’t want him to help. He’s always been there through the hunters, through the alpha pack, through the kanima. Why is this time different?

Scott sighs, “This isn’t just some problem Beacon Hills has. This is a full-blown terrorist group. You constantly tell me how horrible they are! You can’t just hit them with a bat and they’ll go away. You could get shot and you could die. Your dad doesn’t need that. You’re not like us. You can’t just heal and everything’s okay.” He knew it was a low blow to say Stiles isn’t like them, but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment.

Stiles scoffs at Scott’s words, “I may not be like you but I’ve saved your ass plenty of times. If you don’t want me to go in, I won’t go in, but I will not stay here when my sister needs me. I wasn’t able to do anything when she was taken but I can do something now.”

“Fine,” Scott concedes, “but you’re staying on the jet until we get back.”

“We both know I’m not going to.”

Tony turns towards the Avengers in the room, “Grab your stuff and get ready. We leave in ten.” He marches past Steve and upstairs towards his room to get ready for their possible upcoming battle.

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Everyone was now quietly sitting on the quinjet heading towards Crater Lake. Steve and Natasha were flying the jet at the front while everyone else was sitting in the back. Bucky keeps checking the clips in his guns while glaring at Derek who’s sat across from him. The pack only consisted of Scott, Stiles, Derek, Peter, Kira, and Malia. They had Lydia and Mason stay back so they didn’t get hurt, and Liam was still locked in a basement attempting to control his full-moon urges. Luckily the moon would be down soon, but they still sent Chris Argent to make sure he didn’t do anything.

“You can keep threatening me with those guns all you want but they won’t do anything.” Derek states, glaring back at Bucky.

Bucky scoffs, “What? Are you bulletproof as well?”

“Unless those have wolfsbane in them, they won’t do much damage.”

“I’m sure a bullet through the skull will do the job.” Bucky loads the AR-15 in his hands while smirking at Derek. Right now, there is nothing that can convince him to like or trust Derek. He claims to be Y/N’s boyfriend but he looks way too old for her. Even if he is twenty-three, Y/N just turned eighteen. How long have they been dating? Did he wait until she turned eighteen or did he start dating her before? Either way, Derek’s in the wrong.

“I’m sure if I rip out your heart that would do the job as well.” Derek practically growls at him. He doesn’t understand Bucky’s issue with him. Bucky thinks he knows Y/N and has the right to judge her decisions when he doesn’t. He keeps getting accused of horrible things when Bucky is so wrong. Maybe Y/N just turned eighteen, but he didn’t know that, and neither did she. She thinks she’s nineteen! She also thinks her birthday was in April because that’s when she showed up at the Stilinski’s.

He and Y/N just started dating seven months ago and up until then, they hated each other. She is extremely protective of her friends and especially her brother. He hasn’t always treated Scott or Stiles or some of the others the best and Y/N hated him for that. It wasn’t until he started to change and respect everyone that their relationship started to change. When she showed up at his loft injured from a stray omega attack, that's when he realized he had feelings for her.

“Can you both shut up for the rest of the time we have to be together? I’m tired of this argument and I don’t want to hear it anymore.” Wanda rolls her eyes at their bickering. She just wants to find Y/N and figure everything else out later.

“How much longer until we’re there?!” Stiles yells out to Steve and Nat.

“Five more minutes!” Natasha yells back to him.

“We’ll go in first to take down whatever upfront protection they have,” Tony informs the group.

“Why do you get to go in first?” Malia questions. She doesn’t understand everything that’s going on but she knows the basics. She knows that her friend is gone and now they are going to get her back.

“We have armor to protect us from the bullets and missiles they’ll be shooting at us and you don’t. All you have are claws and a girl with a sword.” Tony states.

“When do you want us to go in?” Scott asks. He doesn’t like that they don’t have a plan. He also doesn’t like that he isn't the one coming up with the plan.

“Give us about five to ten minutes to clear out most of them then you can go in.”

“So, how do you guys survive? Claws can only get you so far in a fight.” Sam doesn’t understand why they are even with them. They have no idea how they fight or if they’ve ever really fought anyone.

“Well we usually fight people with claws or we’re better than the people coming after us.” Scott shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as if their lives are completely normal.

“Have you ever been shot at?”

“All the time.” Scott knows that they don’t trust them but he doesn’t trust them either, “Hunters are always trying to kill us. I mean, that’s the whole point of the Deadpool. Hunters are trying to kill us for money. They almost killed Y/N this morning.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Tony questions with a confused look on his face.

“She was almost killed?” Bucky angrily asks.

“Yeah, she ran into your son in the woods and they were shot at by hunters. The bullets were laced with wolfsbane and one was shot into her leg.” Stiles glares at Tony.

“You mentioned that same thing earlier. What's wolfsbane?” Bruce questions.

“A toxic plant that can kill us.” Scott answers.

“We’re here!” Natasha yells out as they approach Crater Lake. The jet slowly descends towards Wizard Island as they prepare to land. Steve knows that they shouldn’t directly land on the island because that will let Hydra know they’re here, but their only plan is to storm the place so he isn’t concerned about being stealthy.

The quinjet shakes a bit as they land on the edge island. Steve unbuckles from his seat and moves towards the back where everyone else is, “Here’s the plan. We don’t know if they’re here or not so you need to watch your back and everyone else's. Bruce, Nat, and Wanda, you’ll go left to look for the entrance. Tony, Thor, and Sam, you’ll go up top. Bucky and I will go right.” He grabs his shield and tightens it against his arm.

“What about us?” Scott questions.

“Here.” Bruce hands him a small ear intercom, “We’ll tell you when to come or you can guess when it’s time, but at least you’ll know where the entrance is. Like Tony said earlier, I'd probably wait five to ten minutes.”

“Let’s go,” Steve states, opening up the back of the jet and sprinting out. Bucky quickly follows him as the others separate in their own directions.

“Okay,” Scott turns towards his pack, “when it’s time for us to go in, I’ll go in first followed by Derek and Peter. Malia and Kira, you’ll come in after that. If you find Y/N, just get out. Getting her back is the priority right now.”

“Why do you get to go in first?” Derek asks.

“Because I said so.”

“There’s a door at the top.” Tony’s voice crackles through the intercom in Scott’s ear. He can hear all the other Avengers let Tony know they’re on their way toward him.

“What do you want me to do?” Stiles asks Scott. His hands were shaking from his anxiety starting to get to him. He also couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to do anything but he knows there isn’t much he can do.

“Stay here and wait for us to come back. I know you’d like to be the one to save Y/N but you can’t. She will need you afterward though. She’ll need all of us.” Scott replies, looking around at everyone in the room. He knows she’ll need them and they will all be there for her.

Stiles nods his head a little at Scott’s words. “Let’s go,” Scott commands the rest of the pack.

Everyone, minus Stiles, run out of the jet and up toward the top of the mountain. As they approach the top of the mountain, they can hear the distinct sound of gunshots before it stops altogether. Reaching the peak, they spot the open hatch door and run down towards it before climbing in.

As Scott’s feet hit the floor in Hydra’s facility, he notices the multiple dead Hydra agents on the floor. Bullet holes are scattered along the walls, windows, and even some of the equipment. He can’t hear any gunfire but he can hear the Avengers shouting Y/N’s name.

The pack slowly moves down the hall as they watch for any Hydra agents. Right now he’s hoping the Avengers remember what they look like so they don’t accidentally mistake them for someone else.

As they turn down a new hallway, Sam comes running out of a room shouting Y/N’s name, “Y/N?! Y/N?!” He runs towards Scott once he spots him, “Have any of you found her?”

“We just got here.” Scott states, “What’s going on?”

“We don’t know. This doesn’t make any sense. There should’ve been more Hydra agents.” Sam mumbles under his breath. He’s a little out of breath from running through the Hydra building.

“What do you mean?” Derek questions.

“We found Peter in the basement but we can’t find Y/N. If they only wanted Y/N, why did they take Peter? Why did they keep him alive? Where’s Y/N?” Sam quickly mumbles in a confused state.

“Did you ask Peter?” Scott asks him.

“He’s unconscious right now.” Sam informs them, “Everyone is still looking, but I don’t think she’s here.”

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As Y/N comes to again, she notices she is now in a different room. What she doesn’t know is that she’s in a completely different building as well. The room she’s in now is cold and small. The walls and floor appeared to be made out of some type of metal. They look like they’re made out of the same material as the table she is currently strapped to.

Right now she’s just glad she’s awake and not still stuck in her nightmares. She doesn’t know how she never woke up from them. Maybe it was all of the drugs running through her system.

She wanted to yell and scream but she knew it wouldn’t change anything, so she laid there in silence waiting for whatever would happen next.

She was unaware of the dark glass behind her and the people who were watching her. “The payments can stop. We have her back now and she’s never getting away from us this time.” Rumlow turns to the woman standing next to him.

“She doesn’t remember anything?” The woman questions, staring at the girl on the table.

“Not a thing.” Rumlow replies, “Someone has placed a block in her mind. She doesn’t remember anything before she was taken from us.”

“Do you plan on tearing the entire block down or just the parts blocking her from remembering you?” She questions.

“Just the parts blocking her from us. I think it’s best if she doesn’t remember anything before that. Don’t you?” Rumlow smiles a little at the woman.

“I think it’s best for all of us if she doesn’t remember everything.” Pepper turns to look back at him with a small smile on her face.

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[holylulusworld]

Wild 2 - Kinktober 24

Summary: Steve finally found his true mate. Can Bucky find his one true mate in this new life too?

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, longing, loneliness, scenting, true mates, mentions of imprisonment, character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, cuddling & snuggling

Kink: Phantom scent

A/N: This is a sequel to Wild (Steve Rogers) to tell Bucky’s story.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Kinktober 2021

James Buchanan Barnes never was the jealous type.

Until, one day, or rather a few months ago, his best friend found his true mate. Seventy years after he crashed into the ice.

People might get the wrong idea and think Bucky doesn’t want Steve to be happy, but it’s quite the opposite. He’s happy for his best friend, but now the longing for his true mate became unbearable.

Day and night the alpha paces around town, always on the hunt. He tries to catch the scent of any omega to find the one. So far, he did not succeed.

“He always looks so sad,” Steve’s mate whispers, stealing glances at her alpha’s best friend stand far away from the crowd once again. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I think he’s lonely,” the blonde alpha knows about his friend’s loneliness and tried anything to find an omega for Bucky, but none stayed for longer than a day or two. “Tony, Fury, and I tried to find out if Hydra captured his true mate too.”

“Oh—you mean they kidnapped your friend’s mate too? Why didn’t you say a thing before Steve? I—I was imprisoned with more than one omega. Maybe one of them belonged to Bucky?” Steve’s eyes light up when his mate tells him about other omegas and how they helped each other during these dark times.

“Do you know more about the omegas they held hostage?” the alpha asks, running his hand over his mate’s back, always aware she still needs time to recover from her imprisonment. 

“One day a man I never saw before came to the abandoned building. He brought the other omegas away and I don't know what happened to them. That was a few days before you found me,” she says, eyes filled with tears once again. 

“Aw, doll,” Steve brings her into his arms to calm her. “You did so well. Now we can try to help them too, okay.”

“Okay.”

Bucky is long gone when Steve finally looks in his direction again. The alpha just couldn’t bear watching his friend hold his mate in his arms…

“Another one,” Bucky jerks his head toward the bottles behind the bartender’s back. “No, make it a bottle.” Sometimes Bucky wishes he still could get drunk, to forget he’s a loner, a lost alpha without a purpose. “Do you think everyone has a true mate?”

“I got no clue, buddy,” the bartender shrugs. “I’m beta, that makes things easier. Alphas and omegas are screwed if you ask me.”

“Screwed, right,” the soldier nods, eyes glued to his reflection in one of the mirrors behind the bar counter. “Just wish I had someone to protect and—”

“Dude, unlike other bartenders, I’m not good at listening to other peoples’ problems. I serve drinks, nothing else.”

“Got it,” Bucky pays for the bottle before he gets up from his chair, sighing deeply. He turns to leave, wanting to drink the whole bottle just to feel the burning liquid run down his throat when a faint scent catches his attention.

He twirls around, sniffs in all directions but the scent is gone, and he whines, wondering what just happened.

“Did—did you smell it too?” he asks an alpha passing him by. “That was an omega, right?”

“What are you talking man? Get lost,” the other man barks, brushing past the confused alpha. “People these days…”

“It was an omega. I just know it,” Bucky walks around the bar, sniffing in all directions to catch the scent again but it’s gone. “No—where did she go?”

“You can get any information right?” Bucky paces back and forth in front of Tony’s desk. “I need you to check on any omega entering the bar last night. I need to find her.” He exclaims.

“Listen, I can’t check on any omega. I can barely recognize a face on the footage you gave me. I’m good, but not that good,” Tony sighs when the alpha stops in his tracks, whining low in his throat only to start to pace again. “Fine, how does she look like?”

“I don’t know,” the alpha mutters. “But I know how she smells.” 

Tony deadpans before he bursts into laughter. “With all due respect, old man,” he snickers. “How shall I find a scent?”

“Invent something?” Bucky offers. “You build robots, you created Vision and now I want you to invent something to catch her scent.”

“How—I?” running one hand down his face Tony sighs deeply. “I can try to check on the footage again. That’s all I can do for now.”

“Oh,” disappointed Bucky silently nods. “That’s better than nothing…I guess…”

“Nothing?” Tony analyzes the data he gathered from the footage, ignoring Steve taking his friend’s place to pace around his office. “Did he really scent his true mate or was it wishful thinking?”

“He’s out of it right now. Bucky smashed things around his room, growled at anyone getting too close to him. I saw him run out of the building three hours ago,” Tony explains. “He didn’t look good, Steve.”

“We got to find that omega. But—is this even possible?”

“Another one,” Bucky sits at the same bar, on the same barstool to find the scent again. “Do you have regulars here?” he asks, looking around the bar to check on any woman walking past him. 

“I really don’t pay much attention, okay. People come here, order drinks, and leave again. Some end up drunk on the street or in the sheets with a stranger,” the bartender is not helpful, so Bucky gets up from the barstool to stroll around the bar, subtle sniffing in all directions.

Tonight, he doesn’t catch the scent, so he leaves the bar without his mate once again…

“It’s her again Steve, I just know it!” Bucky sniffs around the bakery, growls low in his throat when he catches the scent driving him crazy once again. “It’s barely there but I can smell her.”

“I smell nothing but cake and coffee,” Steve looks around the bakery, frowning deeply as his best friend kneels on the floor to sniff at one of the chairs. “Buck! What are you doing?”

“She sat here, Stevie. My omega was here,” he insists, nosing his way up the chair. “It must be her. Ask the clerk about the girl sitting here.”

“Fine, if you believe it’s here, I’ll ask the boy,” worriedly watching his friend sniff at the table Steve sighs deeply. He remembers the day he caught his mate’s scent for the first time. It felt like coming home and losing your mind at the same time. “Maybe they have cameras too…”

“A red velvet cupcake and a tea please, chamomile,” you say, smiling at the clerk at your favorite bakery. “No, make it two. It’s Sunday.”

“On its way,” the kind beta flashes you a smile, but it fades when someone stands behind you, growling orders.

Gunshots echo through the bakery seconds later, and you instinctively fall to your knees to crawl away. 

“Get her!” the man points at you and your heart speeds up. You only wanted to get a cupcake and now, a masked man points guns at you, and threatens to kill you if you don’t follow him. “Get up, bitch, or I’ll kill you right here.”

“Boss, we got a problem,” the windows burst, people begin to scream and all you can do is to watch the man grab your arm harshly to shield his body with your body.

“Get any closer Stark and I will kill the girl and every person in the bakery,” the man threatens, now wrapping his hand around your neck. “I’ll break her neck before you can reach me.”

“I don’t need to reach you,” Iron Man snickers, watching Bucky sneak behind the man threatening your life to break said man’s neck. “Gotcha, bird brain…”

“OH-my-GOD,” you cry, feeling your legs give in as the man threatening to kill you drops to the ground, staring up at you with lifeless eyes. “I—I…”

“You are safe, doll,” an alpha purrs, but you are too out of it. You scream and cry, hands clutching his shirt. “You need to calm down. Listen to my voice.”

“Get off me,” panting heavily you look up at the alpha saving your life. “No! No! You will hurt me too! I can’t—I—you.” His scent finally hits you and oddly you feel calmer. You take one step closer to sniff at him, crooning when he lifts his hands above his head, signalizing he will not harm you. “That scent.”

“Omega, doll,” you carefully approach the alpha, slowly stepping closer to sniff at his shirt. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“You killed that man,” he nods but remains still. Bucky watches you touch his metal arm, fingertips running up and down the cool metal. “A metal arm, that’s—”

“I lost my arm a few years ago,” the alpha feels his chest swell feeling your hand grip his wrist tightly. “I will not hurt you.”

“I scented you before, at a bar in town,” you take another step toward him, stand on tiptoes to sniff at his neck. “I knew you are my alpha but couldn’t catch your scent again.”

“I was looking for you all over town,” he freezes when you pounce on him to wrap him in a hug. You hold tight onto him, face buried in his chest, hands running up and down his back.

Bucky doesn’t know how to react. For years no one touched him gently and now, he’s got no clue how to react to your gentleness. He doesn’t want it to end, though. “Alpha.”

“I,” he clumsily moves his hand over your hair, gently patting it. “Omega,” he clears his throat, tries anything to return your attention. “Can I bring you home?”

“Sorry to disturb your reunion or whatever this sickening sweet thing going on between you and your omega is, but she cannot go home. They found her once, they’ll find her again,” Tony interjects. “I suggest you bring her to the Avengers’ Tower, and we will get her stuff later.”

“That’s my room, apartment…I mean the place where I live,” Bucky guides you into his apartment, showing you around, explaining every detail he remembers. “Uh—Natasha and Wanda were at your apartment. Just like Tony expected Hydra agents sniffed around and trashed your home. I’m sorry.”

“Did they steal anything?” you know this is the stupidest thing you could reply but somehow, it was the first thing coming to your mind.

“No, but your furniture and dishes got damaged, but they got your clothes and other stuff. Sam and Clint will help them bring everything here. I’m sorry,” Bucky swallows thickly as you walk straight toward his bedroom, purring low in your throat when you catch more of his scent.

“Can we rest for now?” again Bucky is frozen to the spot as you take his hand to lead him toward his bed. “I was looking for you too, alpha. Then, I take a break from my search, and you crash into my life.”

“This wasn’t the way I wanted to find you. You must think I’m a monster,” he whispers as you lie down on his bed. Bucky sighs, but he joins you on the bed.

“You saved my life,” you move slowly closer to him to feel his warmth, hands reaching out for your mate. “That man, he would’ve killed me and the other people at the bakery. You’re not a monster, you are my alpha and tried to protect me.”

“I—I’m your alpha,” Bucky smiles for the first time since he found you at the bakery. He moves closer to bring you into his arms, immediately scenting you. “My omega.”

“I got one last question before you are allowed to court for me.”

“Shoot me, doll,” Bucky laughs when you give him a sweet pout.

“Cat or dog kind of guy?” you look up at Bucky, smirking when he mouths cat, hoping you like cats too. “Good, you can court for me.”

“Phew, did ya hear that, Alpine? We got an omega,” you giggle despite all the horrid things happening within the last hours, you feel like this is the beginning of something beautiful.

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Mission Accomplished

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Y/N's POV

"Y/L/N, Romanoff, and Maximoff, you have a mission!" Cap shouts

The three of us join him in a meeting room.

"What's the mission capsicle? I kinda had a date." I tease

"A date? With whom?" Natasha teases back

"Yeah... Who?" Wanda asks with a sly smirk and wink

Cap rolls his eyes and audibly groans.

"Anyways, attention up here ladies. You three will be staying in some apartments in uptown NY. Two of you will be posing together as a married couple, while the other is their bestfriend who is also their neighbor. The mission is anticipated to be two to six months long. Your objective is to stop the transfer of new bio weapons to Hydra. The ladies living across from you are your targets, as they are the masterminds making the weapons. You need to work your way into their circle, collect information where you can, and in the end stop the weapons transfer. More information can be found in the files." Steve yammers on.

"So, who's playing what role?" I question teasingly.

"You and I can be married!" Wanda teases back with a grin.

"Very funny!" Nat glares our way in response.

"Regardless of personal relationships, Y/N and Nat are playing the married couple. Wanda's going to be the bestfriend, and neighbor." Steve barks out.

"What?!" Wanda and Nat shout in unison

"Wanda's too close to Hydra to be part of the couple infiltrating the circles. She's mostly back up. Actually, if we're being honest Y/N's our best asset here, she should be doing solo stuff when it arises." Steve continues on, annoying the two redheads.

"We have technology that can change our faces Steven!" Nat barks out.

"Ouch. I'm unwanted." I faux pout

"Oh hush..." Nat chuckles

"Seriously, Nat it's okay. I'll be over all the time. Also, Y/N's basically our other girlfriend." Wanda giggles out.

"No... I'm a single woman! I want that on record." I argue back playfully.

"Only because you keep saying no..." Nat faux whines.

"Can you three just fucking focus?" Steve shouts

"On what? Get off your high horse Rogers. We got the information. We don't leave for five hours. Let us talk and you can leave."

"Language..." Nat giggles out

"Um. Don't screw it up Y/L/N!" Steve quips trying to regain his pride.

As Steve's out of earshot, we all start up talking again, feeling free.

"Absolutely no way I'm sending you into Hydra's grasp alone. Not happening, he's lost his damn mind." Natasha asserts

"I second that notion!" Wanda adds

"Okay... Moving on, are you guys ever going to tell them about us?" I laugh out, completely overlooking their statements.

"No, it's fun confusing them. We'll be so flirty with you and they just stare in bewilderment." Wanda states with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but then you have to deal with all these other people flirting with me."

"Wait. Who's flirting with you?" Nat growls

"Oh look at the time, I must go back to my room and pack my bags." I tease as I run off.

——

We just got situated into our apartments. Wanda spent five minutes alone in hers before she found her way into ours and onto our couch.

Monica and Lilly Smith—the targets are across the hall from us. Look at these girl bosses go, seems almost homophobic of us to stop them.

"Y/N/N... Stopping evil individuals isn't homophobic." Wanda retorts while slapping me in the back of the head.

"Ow... I told you not to go in there, my mind is a dangerous place." I whine

"Yeah, dangerously crazy." Wanda retorts

"Detka, we need to focus." Nat interjects while she wraps her arms around me from behind.

"Correct, what's the plan?" I boast, excited to be moving on

Nat spins me around and then abruptly pins me to the wall, causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

"So, who's been flirting with you?" Nat lowly growls.

"Nat, that's not focusing." I whine, and stomp my feet in place.

"It actually is, today's about settling in and being comfortable. We'd be much more comfortable with names." Wanda interjects.

"Alright, but remember you asked. Darcy, Carol, Valkyrie, Bucky-before I told him how gay I was. Then Tony with his lack of awareness, and then Pepper when she was drunk—I think they wanted me to be their unicorn—absolutely disgusting. Then just a handful of randoms from Tony's parties." I list off nonchalantly, but with every addition their faces drop.

"Thank you for the kill list baby." Nat says with a smirk, then a peck to my lips.

"No, I like them. They're good people." I assert

"Good people? They're messing around with what isn't theirs." Wanda growls.

"Um, they all think I'm single, I'm not exactly outwardly taken."

"Then tell them you are!" Nat shouts

"What do I say when they ask me who?" I counter

"Just make up a name." Wanda mumbles

"Look, I love you both a lot, but I'm not doing this right now. For one, we're on a mission and a fight like this is likely to expose us. Then, there's the fact that this relationship just isn't fair. You two get the movie night cuddles, and the kisses and glances. I so much as flirt with either one of you and I get glares from the others. I get 2AM travels from your rooms back to mine. I'm going on a run to get a lay of the land, and to clear my head."

As I left the apartment both of them tried to stop me, but I evaded their grasps. As I stepped out and shut the door, our friendly neighbors walked out of their apartment.

"Hello there, you're new." Lilly greets with her hand extended out.

"Yeah, my name's y/fake/n! My wife and I just moved in here together. You are?" I ask while shaking their hands.

"Monica" ... "Lilly"

"Well, it's so nice to meet you both. I was actually just headed out for a run, and then to pick up dinner for tonight." I said as I went to leave, but they stopped me.

"Hey. Why don't you two come by for dinner with us tonight?" They offer

"That's so kind, but we wouldn't want to intrude." I try to rebuttal.

I mean, getting up close night one is smart, but after that fight in there I don't really want to play wife tonight.

"Nonsense! We'll see you both at 8PM.

Chicken fine?"

"Yeah, sounds great. Thank you. We'll see you soon." I nod in appreciation, then take off.

I decided to still go for my run, my heads all messed up and I need it clear for tonight.

I grab Wands sushi for dinner since we hadn't shopped yet and she'd need food too. Then I stopped and got the necessary amount of booze we'd need for a month, grabbing some champagne to bring to dinner tonight.

I walked back in to see Wands and Nat cuddled up on the couch, sulking.

"Baby!" Wanda shouts as she jumps up, wiping her tears and embracing me.

I quickly hugged her back, and then removed myself from her arms.

"Not now, we can talk about all of 'this' later. As I left, I unfortunately met the gay girlbosses and within a minute my lovely wife and I were invited over for dinner."

"You agreed?" Nat questions

"No, sweetheart. I tried to deny the invite, but they pushed and well they are our mission. I didn't think hostility would be a good first impression." I bite back.

"Here's your dinner bestie, I'm going to shower and get ready." I say as I hand the bag to Wanda, walking off towards the restroom as I catch their faces fall.

——

"So, y/f/n, how long have you and Natalie been married?" Monica asks

"We actually just reached our six months! Still pretty fresh." I reply in a partial truth.

It was about six months ago when Nat & Wanda approached me.

"The best six months of my life." Nat lovingly replies, while squeezing my hips and smiling in my direction.

I can tell she's being genuine, and trying to relieve some of our personal tension. I returned the smile, and leaned in to give her a sweet kiss, to keep up appearances as well as to soothe her.

Nat's POV

I can see just how much Wanda and I have hurt Y/N just by looking into her beautiful, y/e/c eyes. This is just all so new and we're nervous for the reactions of the team. However, the idea of all these people wanting her makes our decision making process a lot quicker and easier.

"Thank you for having us!" I say to our hosts

"It was our pleasure, you two are always welcome. So glad we met you in the hall y/f/n."

Lilly says, while placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder, lingering far longer than necessary.

"Let's go lyubov, I'm tired." I whine while forcefully pulling her into me, causing Lilly's hand to fall.

"Goodnight." Y/N says as we walk away.

I pull her into our apartment and then immediately pull her into my chest. She hugs me back and leans into me.

"I don't trust them." I state matter of factly

"Well yeah, they're the bad guys, you shouldn't." Y/N giggles

"I know, but that girl was getting too handsy with you." I growl lowly.

Y/N just bursts into a fit of laughter. She pulls back, places her hand on my chest, and looks up into my eyes, and sighs deeply.

"I'm so glad you and Wands are always too busy at Stark's parties to see me. I couldn't imagine the bodies you two would've collected by now. It would be alarming."

"We stupidly never realized just how much of a commodity you were because we never saw you as anything but ours. Even before we pulled you into our relationship we'd both already saw you as ours. Wanda and I were going on five years and then boom, this angel enters. I'm sorry, I know Wanda is too! We never meant to cause you pain, we thought you were having fun the same way we were. You joked so effortlessly that we didn't see the pain behind the humor. As soon as we get back, the whole compound will know that you're ours, and more importantly that we are yours."

She looked up at me with eyes full of pain, love and hope. It looked like she wanted to cry, but she seemed hesitant. I hate feeling like she can't trust me enough to be vulnerable. So I gently cupped her jaw, stroked her cheek with my thumb, and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. She tried to deepen the kiss, to chase away the pain, but I pulled away.

"It's okay, detka... Let go." I whisper out as I ghost her lips with mine, placing a soft peck to them.

I pulled back slightly, looking down at her, then as our eyes locked she broke down. Her lip was trembling, her body was lightly shaking, and her sobs were trapped in her throat. It was absolutely heartbreaking. I immediately kissed her forehead, gently lifted her up bridal style, and carried her to bed. I laid down, pulling her down with me, and just held her while she sobbed. Wanda began to stir in her sleep, and instinctually threw her arm over us and pulled herself close. After five minutes I could hear Y/N's breathing slow down, and her tears had stopped rolling down my neck.

"Detka, let's sit up." I whispered into her hairline and I received a nod.

"I'm sorry, let me get you a new shirt and a-a rag." Y/N started to stumble over her words guiltily

"No, shh, my love, it's okay. I'm here to take care of you." I say as I run my hands up and down her arms.

Wanda rolled over in her sleep, and began to open her eyes. She looked up and immediately read the situation, she tiredly reached up and did grabby hands.

"Come here princess, we got you." Wands rasped out.

I pecked her lips and gently positioned her with Wands.

"I'll be back!" I whisper shout as I head out of the room.

Wanda's POV

Seeing Y/N this vulnerable was a shock to me and all I want is to hold her and reassure her just how in we are. I want nothing more than to make her feel safe. She's always building her walls up faster than they can crumble. She uses humor as a means of deflection, we've recently discovered that. I repositioned us so we were on our sides and face to face. I gave her my best smile and she tried to do the same. Her smile was full of defeat and I had to thumb away a lose tear or two.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry for causing you so much pain. I hope throughout this day you never questioned your place or our love for you. God, Y/N, we love you so much. When you stepped into that compound a year ago, you literally took our breath away. Then there was the shameless flirting with us as individuals when you didn't know we were together. Then at that first party you decided to flirt with me, and I swear, had Steve not dragged you away for 'newbie' intros you would've been Nat and I's that night. Not that I didn't enjoy the slow buildup, it was fun, and once we had you it's like everything fell into place. You, our angel, brought immense happiness to our life." I lovingly speak out, never once dropping eye contact. I leaned in to peck her nose, but she moved to make it land on her lips. This led me to smile into the kiss. Then I pulled her into my arms for a bone crushing hug.

Y/N's POV

The tears I'm shedding are from my hurt, sure. However, the bulk of the tears are from my absolute shock to seeing how loved I am, and how safe I feel with them. I thought they weren't interested in telling people because I was just a fling, even though they told me I wasn't. They've told me they loved me before, but it never calmed my anxieties about just being a fling. I've been terrified to lose them, and now I'm terrified to have them. The people back home are going to be so judgmental.

"Hey, Y/N/N, come here so I can clean you up." Nat gently coos, and pulls me from my thoughts.

Nat then took a warm rag to my face to wipe away the tear tracks. Then she stood me up and gently peeled me out of my dress. As she did that Wanda got on her knees behind me on the bed.

"Arms up love." Wands tenderly whispered into my ear.

"Lift your right leg baby..." Nat whispers up to me.

I obliged both as they dress me in comfy pajamas. While they're dressing me I have to fight the ever present urge to cry.

"Detka, no more tears, okay? I brought ice cream." Nat says with a childlike grin, raising the bag in front of me with one hand, and using her other to wipe away the tear threatening to fall.

"Ooh! Gimme!" Wanda enthusiastically says, causing Nat and I to laugh at her.

"Thank you Natty!" I whisper with a kiss to her cheek.

I grab my 1/2 pint of Ben and Jerry's y/f/f and plop next to Wands, kissing her cheek next.

We sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each others presence. I knew they were hesitant to speak, worried they might make it worse somehow. It's my turnt to speak, and to hopefully bring them comfort.

I set my container down and released a deep sigh.

"Are you okay?" Nat hesitantly questions.

I reached my hands out to them and they didn't hesitate to grab on and interlock their fingers with mine. I sent them my best smile, and they took this opportunity to scoot in closer to me.

"I'm more than okay, I think everyone's just a bit on edge here. I think me crying might've stunned you guys, or at least Wanda." I chuckle.

"I want you guys to know I'm also sorry for not being honest about how hurt I was. It wasn't fair to hold it all in, and then blow up at you guys. I was just so afraid that this was a fun fling, like I was just a spicy expendable addition. My brain couldn't comprehend or let me believe otherwise. No one's ever wanted me like this before, no one's ever loved me... You two work so well together, you're already established back home, and I'm just the new girl in town. I was just trying to remain fun, and fresh for you guys. I felt like if I kept quiet, and held my feelings back, I could prevent the inevitable end. I realize now that I was just being insecure, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for upsetting you guys, and for not trusting you guys. I'm acting like a child. Thank you both for loving me, and I understand if I'm becoming too much for..."

"Hey! Stop right there! No fucking way." Nat growls and yanks me into her lap and wraps her arms around me protectively.

"Baby girl, you have to let go of your anxiety here and now! We're in sweetheart, like all the way in." Wanda cries out while cupping my cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry.." I mumble.

"No more apologies! We're all sorry and now I want snuggles... I just want to hold my girls. Then tomorrow we'll be all better and focused on the mission." Nat mumbles into my neck.

"Oh yeah, the mission." Wanda chuckles.

"Oh. You mean the one where they're in love with me?" I joke, and it was to my demise apparently.

Wanda and Natasha lock eyes, and then next thing I know Nat's body slamming me onto the bed.

"Oomph"

Then before I can react Wanda's peppering my face with kisses, Nat's tickling my sides and blowing raspberries on my abdomen."

"Stoppp..." I whine

After about two minutes of relentless torture they both fall beside me in fits of laughter. I took an additional minute to regain my composure and have my breathing back to normal.

"Sorry detka..." Nat says with a grin.

"No you're not." I reply with an eye roll.

"You're right... However, you did say you were acting like a child." She chuckles mischievously, then leans in and kisses me.

"We just wanted to hear that beautiful laugh if yours." Wanda chimes in, then leans in to also give me a kiss.

Nat then leans over me to give Wanda a sweet kiss, then as she goes to lay back down she abruptly rolls me on top of her.

"Natty.." I giggle, and then get settled onto her chest.

Wanda lays down beside us, throwing her arm over us, and then pulling the blanket onto us. I wrapped one arm over Wands, and the other under Nat.

"Mission accomplished..." I whisper into Nat's neck as I drift off to sleep.

"We love you darling.." Nat whispers, while placing a kiss to my hairline.

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3,263 words ... This one's quite long.

I hope you enjoy it. Part 2 to come.

Thank you for reading ❤️

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I Wish You Could Be Honest Chapter One: We All Make Mistakes

HYDRA didn't die out when it failed to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. during the time of the Winter Soldier. Now, top enemy agent Y/N L/N has been sent to finish the job by killing Steve Rogers. When she's captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn't know what to expect, but it certainly doesn't involve Captain America himself trying to win her over.

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Your shoulders are tense and tight from stress. You’ve had to pass through countless security measures to get here- eye scans, fingerprint tests, burly guards squinting at your ID cards and asking you questions, doing their best to get you to slip up. You’ve done this every day for years now, but that doesn’t mean the irrational fear of getting caught for doing something, even without realizing it, will ever leave you.

You relax slightly once you finally get through it all and find yourself back in a familiar open, well-lit atrium. With all the walls of windows and striking columns, you wouldn’t know that you’re in the center of a spy ring if you hadn’t been working there since you were barely in your twenties. They’ve had to hide their tracks pretty well over the years, so that even if an intruder managed to make it in here they wouldn’t know what they were seeing. Such is the life, after all, of working for HYDRA.

You’re used to it by now, or at least as comfortable as you can be while working for an organization that technically shouldn’t exist. You were a puppet S.H.I.E.L.D. agent until HYDRA revealed themselves to be living in every nook and cranny. Once that was shut down, you stopped pretending and went back to being a card-carrying member of HYDRA. It’s all you’ve ever known, and you’re pretty good at it, too.

You graduated top of your class at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, and a few hours after your concluding ceremony, one of the higher-level agents tapped you for an opportunity. He said it was secret, and that you shouldn’t talk about it with anybody, not even your closest friends. As one of the best agents in training S.H.I.E.L.D. had at the time, you thought nothing of it. Everyone knew that Alexander Pierce was one of the best-ranked men S.H.I.E.L.D. could dream of having on their contacts list- he was Secretary of the World Security Council, and one of the few guys who had Director Fury on speed dial.

So, when he first broached the idea of doing a little undercover work, you were just excited to have your name on his list. Pierce could open plenty of doors for you, although you didn’t realize just how true that was at first. It took him a few months before he was certain enough of your loyalties, and then he started talking about HYDRA. It was just a few things at first, mentioning how frustrating it was that all of S.H.I.E.L.D. 's good work saving the world was lost behind bureaucratic nothingness and a fleet of red tape.

Pierce began mentioning alternatives at that point. If only there was a second choice, a way to start again and make things right, so people who wanted to protect the public didn’t have to pass their visions through money-grubbing fools who would only shoot them down. You were interested, and Pierce knew it. So, when he finally offered you a place as a HYDRA agent, you said yes.

Supposedly, he trusted you, but you knew you were under heavy surveillance. The most important HYDRA advantage was their secrecy, and all it took was one screw up and their entire plan would be ruined. You didn’t intend to be the one snapped link in their chain, and you weren’t. In fact, you quickly rose through the HYDRA ranks until you were one of the best of them. Not even Natasha Romanoff suspected you, and you talked with her practically every month. Only a few people can say that they successfully fooled the Black Widow, and one of those people is you.

Now that HYDRA has been forced undercover again after a particularly nasty reveal from S.H.I.E.L.D., you’ve returned to your lies and stealth missions, all specifically targeted towards building HYDRA back up. The HYDRA leaders who survived know what went wrong during the first attempt, and they’re not willing to make the same mistakes again. This time, HYDRA’s going to have the upper hand, and S.H.I.E.L.D. won’t know what hit them.

That’s why you’re headed to the meeting rooms with more than a little excitement. You’ve just got word that you’ll have another mission, and although no details have been let slip, you’re fairly confident that it will be a good one. HYDRA is grateful that you’ve stuck with them all these years, and seeing as you’ve got a significant amount of dangerous missions already under your belt, they’ve started paying you back by giving you the first shot at the more thrilling ones as well.

The door to the central meeting room clicks shut behind you. There are no security cameras in this room, only the watching eyes of the dozen guards stationed at various places outside and inside the doors. HYDRA has been careful to avoid the gaze of S.H.I.E.L.D., and cameras are so easily hacked that they’ve been removed from the most important rooms.

The man at the head of the table rises when you enter, shaking your hand. Baron von Strucker’s eyes glint that same unnatural blue from behind his monocle as always. It reminds you of a doctor’s clinical stare, like every time he looks at you, he can see weaknesses and places to strike. It’s a good thing, then, that you’re on the same side. And, if he tries to switch loyalties, you’ll be the first one aiming a gun at his head. Your fingers tap against the barrel of one right now, just in case.

Someone passes you a manila file folder when you sit down. The lights dim, and a projector clicks on. One of the senior agents stands, beginning the briefing. 

“You’ll be going after a fairly well-known target this time, and it will be difficult.” 

You arch an eyebrow when he pauses. “Spit it out, agent. Everything here is dangerous.”

The agent flushes red, and in the blue tint of the projector’s light, his face turns a waxy purple. “Apologies. You’ll be killing Steve Rogers.” 

Baron von Strucker has remained silent this entire time, although his beady eyes remain on you as if to see your reaction. You just let a slow grin cross your face. 

“I’m taking out Captain America? Shoot, what kind of plan do you have?” 

At last, von Strucker speaks. “We’ll plan a diversion, he’ll be alone. You take the shot just like you always do.”

You nod slowly. It’s barely a plan at all, just a few hopes strung together, but it’s likely the best you’re going to get. However, if there’s one thing you’ve learned from your time at HYDRA, it’s that you need to constantly stay aware of your surroundings. So, instead of responding to that, you take a slow look at the room around you. There’s an agent sitting across the table from you who’s shifting in his seat as if upset.

You turn to him. “Agent Moore, do you have any thoughts on this mission?” 

The agent’s eyes flash over to you, irritated. “Yes. Steve Rogers is a notable target, but why him? Why now?” 

Baron von Strucker extends a hand to you, as if he’s a teacher gesturing for his best student to answer a question. Have you ever left the classroom, or is every meeting still a test?

You clear your throat. 

“One of the main reasons S.H.I.E.L.D. managed to survive the revelation that HYDRA was working on them from the inside was that Steve Rogers was able to convince the Winter Soldier to snap out of our mind control. Had the Winter Soldier been able to kill Rogers, the helicarriers would have remained in our hands and we would have been able to launch remote strikes on any target in the world. Rogers is the central issue, so we take him out and the rest falls into place.”

This, however, does not satisfy Moore, and he just straightens in his seat. “Rogers worked on the Winter Soldier, yes, but so did Natasha Romanoff. Why aren’t we killing her? In fact, she’s more likely to discover that HYDRA is still active, so she should be our target instead.” 

You let out a low laugh. Sometimes, you swear that some of these agents just ask questions for the sheer delight of being proven wrong.

 “Well, Agent Moore, let me be the first one to say that if you think you’re able to kill the Black Widow, please go ahead and do so. We’re targeting Rogers because he thinks with his heart, not his head. He broke through the Winter Soldier because he was thinking about his childhood friend, whom he still can’t find. If we drop a hint that James Barnes has been spotted in the area, he’ll come running to us. Romanoff wouldn’t do that, so we leave her alone for the time being.”

Baron von Strucker spreads his hands. “And there you have it. That’s what it takes to keep HYDRA on top. You have to want it like L/N does. We’ve got a plan, we’ve got a target. Agents, wheels up in forty-eight hours.” He nods to you before he leaves, and you know exactly what it means. Another successful meeting.

You ship out in about two days, after rehearsing time and time again exactly what it is that you are going to do. You wait in location in New York for word that Steve Rogers has arrived, and after half an hour elapses, an agent on the ground checks in and says that you’re all good. They dropped the bait of a Winter Soldier sighting, and Rogers was there like clockwork. Everything goes according to plan.

From there, it’s time to move out. HYDRA agents wait in a ragged semicircle around an abandoned warehouse; once Steve enters, they’ll close the gaps and trap him inside. All you have to do then is take him down. You can sense the excitement in the air. This is a big move for HYDRA- by taking down the Avengers’ golden boy, it’s a clear sign that the tides are changing. You won’t be in the shadows anymore, and you’ll certainly be someone to be feared.

The dead, withering grass crunches under your feet as you make your way towards the warehouse. A rusty lock tears easily from the latch, and you slip inside. It is dark, with motes of dust hanging suspended in the air, caught in the meager beams of light let in by broken windows. The warehouse is divided into three levels, and Steve is supposed to meet ‘Bucky’ on the second one. It’ll make it easiest for him to be caught there.

You head up the stairs in a jog, then find a good place to wait in an abandoned wing of the warehouse. There are stacks of crates gathering mold in the corners; apparently their old owners didn’t bother to fully clear out the place before they left. It makes no difference to you, as all they do is give you more room to remain undetected as Steve Rogers makes his way up.

According to the most recent piece of information registered in your comms, Steve was last seen about half a mile from the warehouse. He’ll be heading to you on foot, with a car or some other mode of transportation likely hidden in the scraggly forest surrounding the warehouse. It’s been about half an hour now, though, and you still haven’t heard anything. Surely Steve should be here, right?

You glance around one last time, peering through the broken windows and listening for the sounds of footsteps echoing through the empty warehouse, but you hear nothing. 

Carefully, you tap at the earpiece concealed by your temple. “Does anyone have eyes on Rogers?” 

There should be a circuit of five to ten agents all connected to your comms system, yet strangely enough, no one responds to your question.

You wait another minute to see if anyone’s there, then try again. No answer. There’s an uneasy feeling beginning to form in the pit of your stomach, one that tells you that something has surely gone wrong. When you glance out the windows again, you realize that you can’t see any motion in the surrounding area, and no sign of the HYDRA agents that should be waiting to trap Steve. You move out from your hiding place, beginning to walk down the abandoned hallways. 

“Moore, Morgan, anyone there? What’s going on?”

You do hear something now, but it’s just a constant crackle of static, and you have no idea where it’s coming from. After around thirty seconds of this, one voice manages to break through, one you recognize as one of the ground agents- someone around your age, Agent Bray. Their voice comes in a weak burst of clarity through all the interference, but it’s enough to make your heart sink like a stone. 

“Plan’s crashed, L/N. We’ve been caught.”

You tap your earpiece again. “What does that mean? What happened?” 

A voice echoes out, not from your comms system but from the warehouse around you. “It means you’ve been found out, Agent.” 

You look up slowly, and realize that you are no longer alone. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents- you can recognize them from the uniforms and from the time you spent undercover in their organization- are creeping out from doorways and stairwells, all with guns trained in your direction. There are around two dozen in total, far too many for you to fight on your own, no matter how many years of experience you have under your belt.

Worst of all is the blond man facing you now, the one whose face has been plastered across billboards and news channels alike for the past few decades. 

Your voice comes out in a hiss. “Steve Rogers.” 

He inclines his head once in acknowledgement. “Change of plans. You’re coming with us.” 

Only now do you realize what’s happened. Steve must have arranged for multiple squadrons of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to come with him. You were banking on the hope that he’d be too afraid of getting James Barnes caught to come with a large escort, but he must have smelled a trap and brought the guards anyway. They’ve taken out your reinforcements, leaving just you and them.

It doesn’t matter, not now. You’re here to complete the mission, and you’ll do it, regardless of what that means for you. You reach for the guns at your belt, and the reassuring weight of them in your hands takes some of the fear away. You keep just enough of it around to spark your adrenaline, getting you ready for the fight at hand. 

“I think you’re forgetting one thing, Captain. I don’t do surrender.”

The first S.H.I.E.L.D. agents come in a pack of three, but you’re ready for them. The first two go down with clean shots to the chest, and the third lies unconscious at your feet after only a few blows. Four more gang up on you, but they face the same amount of success as the others. It appears S.H.I.E.L.D.’s gotten a little rusty in the years since you left.

However, you’ve forgotten about their best weapon of all, and that’s the decades-old supersoldier currently sprinting towards you as fast as he can. Steve slings his shield from off his shoulders in a well-practiced gesture, launching it towards you with the force of a speeding train. You duck beneath it easily, tearing the metal disk from where it thuds into the wall behind you and flinging it back at him. Steve catches the shield just in time to protect himself from a flurry of your bullets, and thus you enter yourself into one of the toughest fights of your life.

The other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents don’t back off when they see that you’re fighting Rogers. Instead, they gang up on you in earnest now, a dozen charging down the hallway in unison. Now you have to fight them off too while doing your best to block each one of Captain America’s blows, and it’s getting harder by the second. It occurs to you now that there is no way you’re making it out of here, even though the pile of unconscious S.H.I.E.L.D. agents is only growing. The numbers are just too much for anyone to handle, even you.

So, you reach for your gun, and take aim with a careful eye. You get one shot before it all ends, and you take it. Steve’s shield is still on the ground from where he’d thrown it, and there’s no way he can move out of the way in time. The bullet hurtles through the air towards the one chink in Captain America’s helmet, his one Achilles’ heel. You know that the round will pierce directly through the hole for his left eye even as your finger pulls the trigger. It’s the perfect shot.

But it doesn’t land. In the span of a second, Rogers slams his foot onto his shield and it flies up just in time. The bullet connects with the circle of vibranium and falls to the floor, useless. 

You stare at him unseeingly. “That’s impossible. I don’t miss.” 

Something almost like a smile crosses his face. “Neither do I.”

The enemy agents have completely encircled you by now, practically stepping on you as they force you to your knees, your hands on your head. Your guns have been knocked from your fingers, but it’s not like that would matter anyway. The one shot that counted, and it didn’t go through. You can feel the prick of a needle in your neck, and the last thing you see before you lose consciousness is the bright flash of blue in Steve Rogers’ eyes as he watches you fall to the floor.

marvel tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @mycosmicparadise, @ellobruv-blog, @caswinchester2000, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7, @amortensie

[bucky-hues]

bucky barnes fic recs

here are some bucky fics i loved reading!

many of these are 18+ and there are some dark fics in here, so please read the warnings for each fic! if any of the writers i’ve included want anything removed/edited, please let me know!

one shots

jack pendleton | @roger-that-cap

author!bucky x reader

moving into an apartment to get away from your last relationship was fun all fun and games until you met your extremely attractive across-the-hall neighbor, who makes awesome cookies and even better novels.

grip | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

You knew Bucky didn’t like his arm. You just didn’t know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

voicemails to an unmanned inbox | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.

can’t get the words out | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say.

his everything | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has trouble talking about his feelings and he ends up pushing away the one person he needs the most.

eavesdrop | @bestofbucky

bucky x avenger!reader

things spies don't notice | @starrysebastians

bucky x avenger!reader

don't you worry (your pretty little head) | @babyboibucky

guitarist!bucky x reader

You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

suburbia | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

sparklin' eyes | @19ana45

roommate!bucky x reader

Prompt: Character A’s current boyfriend/girlfriend/partner mocks Character B for their crush on their best friend, [A]. [B], feeling humiliated, withdraws from the friendship with [A], who is completely oblivious [B] has feelings for them.

reoccurring face | @swtbbybarnes

bucky x reader

he’s been around a lot lately, sometimes multiple times a day, and you’re starting to wonder how much coffee one man can actually drink.

falling for you | @comfortbucky

roommate!bucky

moving on | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x reader

After Bucky had been missing for a year, you had presumed him dead. Time passed, yet you seemed unable to move on from his death. That was until a familiar face came to your doorstep one winter night.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

the lost converse | @firefly-in-darkness

bucky x reader

Last nights party was a bit of a mad one, what do you do when you wake up in someone else’s bed?

nervous | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

A nervous Bucky introduces you to his fellow Avengers during game night

fever | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

a little old fashioned | @gogolucky13

bucky x reader

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.

sweetart | @onlyjamesbarnes

soft!bucky x baker!reader

your best friend bucky tries to stay platonic with you, letting you live out your dreams, but his instincts soon get the better of him.

the things you've done | @divine-mistake

bucky x reader

what if the world ended tomorrow and all he did was spend his last day with you thinking about how you never hold his metal hand and you never walk on his left side and you constantly reach out for his right arm?

do you still love me? | @thatfangirl42

bucky x reader

2:00am | @thatfangirl42

bucky x avenger!reader

miscommunications | @empyreanwritings

bucky x avenger!reader

cookies, kisses, and such | @sweetbucky

neighbour!bucky

pretending | @multifandomwriter

bucky x reader

Bucky notices you at a party and is instantly attracted to you. Steve instantly notices the lovestruck look in his eyes, but also his nerves that are stopping him from talking to you. So Steve plays on Bucky’s jealousy to get him to make a move.

good together | @irndad

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

bucky and his girlfriend are in secret, and they think they are absolutely perfect for each other. literally everyone else in the compound thinks bucky and nat are made for each other.

l-o-v-e | @irndad

college!bucky x reader

college!bucky meets reader in a library and it’s all downhill from there. He’s desperately in love and pining and it’s all ridiculous and he doesn’t think she could like him back.

tell me the truth | @bwhitewolfbarnes 

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky finds himself overhearing your conversation with his younger self, and he hates the way it makes him ache. He needs to know what is real.

the staring contest | @jobean12-blog

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has a staring/glaring problem and you can’t figure out why!

lavender | @wkemeup

bucky x reader

Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know.

little lion man | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader 

Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know

purgatory | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

i love you, you idiot | @chrisevansjellybeans 

bucky x reader

all the good things | @houseravenclaws 

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky’s been more than a little happy recently. sam thinks it has something to do with the pretty girl on the team.

tap | @houseravenclaws

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.

shaking | @clintbartonswife

bucky x avengers!reader

after you get injured on a mission, the usually stoic Bucky breaks, and you see a side to him that he’s kept hidden ever since his acceptance into the Avengers.

deserving | @hanoella 

bucky x healer!reader

When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

keep me cool | @chouettedubois

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.

on, off and repeat | @avasparks

neighbour!bucky x reader

i wished on the moon for you | @sunmoonandbucky 

bucky x reader

After losing Bucky, you were devastated. So when Howard Stark asks for volunteers for an experiment, you’re the first in line.

the hottest avenger | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

hey daddy | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x avenger!reader

You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

crash course | @watchmegetobsessed

bucky x reader

Bucky is a regular at the café where you work at and seeing him struggling with technology, you offer to help him, teaching him the basics while you are both thinking about taking it a little further than just a crash course.

little things | @watchmegetobsessed 

bucky x avenger!reader

missed chances | @soap-bubble-nebula 

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky is about to ask out the reader, but right before she could answer him her ex calls her up and she answers happily as she always wanted a second chance with said ex

truth or dare? | @soap-bubble-nebula 

bucky x avenger!reader

the experiment | @soap-bubble-nebula 

bucky x reader

make believe on christmas eve | @green-eyeddragonfanfiction 

bucky x reader

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over.

sick day | @nastybuckybarnes

bucky x avenger!reader

you tell a little white lie to escape Avenging for a day, and Bucky finds out. He’s hurt and upset, until he finds out your reason why.

spies and secrets | @barnesandco 

bucky x reader

Bucky buys a new jacket that is… uncharacteristically bright. Sam ribs him for it, and you- you don’t know what to do with yourself.

the bar rules | @buckyhoney (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader

the family lunch |  @buckyhoney​ (18+)

dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

forbidden fruit | @bucksfucks (18+)

dad'sbestfriend!bucky x reader

you attempt to set your ex’s things on fire. bucky has a better idea.

mr. brightside | @bucksfucks (18+)

ex'sdad!bucky x reader

the one where you fuck your ex's dad

left gasping for air | @bucksfucks (18+)

bucky x reader

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

love me harder | @celestialbarnes (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

you and bucky have been flirting and screwing around for months now, after seeing him getting frisky with someone else, you decide to do the same and bucky’s just about had enough.

sweeter than sugar | @angrythingstarlight (18+)

chubbybaker!bucky x reader

look my way | @sableseb (18+)

neighbour!bucky x reader

boyfriend upgrade | @multifandomwriter (18+)

roommate!bucky x reader

You have always been close with your roommate, Bucky, but tensions start to rise when your boyfriend begins to stay over at your apartment. You feel like you’re drifting apart until Bucky accidentally sees you almost naked.

lure | @bccky (18+) dark

bucky x reader

it’s all about the perfect lure

plan | @sergeantxrogers (18+)

bucky x reader

“I was supposed to forget about you, and you were supposed to forget about me, but damn it if I could ever forget about you because since the day I saw you, you never left my mind and you were all I thought about,” he rambled, focusing on anything his eyes could land on that wasn’t you. “You’re… you’re still all I think about,” he whispered, voice tired and beaten, like the very sentence had been waiting in his throat for years just to get a chance to come out into the open.

play pretend | @wkemeup (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

you’re mine | @marveicinematics (18+)

bucky x reader

Having a secret relationship with a man as insecure and complex as James Buchanan Barnes may not have been the best idea you had, but one thing was certain: you knew how to make him feel better about the things that bothered him.

white lies and truth serum | @mariessecretfantasies (18+) dark

dark!bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky share a dance, a few too many drinks, and a night in bed together. Unfortunately, he neglects to tell you that he can’t get drunk.

bitter fruit | @divine-mistake (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

“The mission was already a success!” you say and you can feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You will yourself to blink them back. “You had the files, the base was set to detonate, I don’t understand why you didn’t just stay on the fucking jet.”

“Because you were going to die.”

always here | @simsadventures (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You have an obvious crush on Bucky, and kind of hope he feels the same. But when you overhear agents talking about you, and then even Bucky, you realise there is no hope for you. At least you think there isn’t.

your captain | @onlyjamesbarnes (18+)

dark!bucky x reader, husband!steve x reader

a perfect anniversary night gets interrupted by his best friend, who happens to be your boss.

series/multi-chap

graveyard , sacrifice | @wkemeup

bucky x healer!reader

As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too.

sunrise | @wkemeup​ (18+)

veteran!bucky x librarian!reader

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you.

TiMER | @xbuchananbarnes (ongoing) (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader (soulmate au)

“If a clock could count down to the exact moment you’ll meet your soulmate, would you want to know?”

the match | @babyboibucky (ongoing) (18+)

ceo!bucky x reader

You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

the holiday hack | @gogolucky13 

bucky x reader (modern au)

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

sexual healing , medicine | @gogolucky13 (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You ask a touch-starved Bucky if he wants to try something new in an attempt to take your minds off work.

vacant mirrors | @whirlybirbs (18+)

bucky x reader

shit's been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.

salvatore | @nsfwsebbie (18+) dark

dark!bucky x reader

Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.

polyonymous | @bubblebuckys

bucky x reader (social media au)

You met James on Twitter three months ago, and you’ve talked everyday since. You really like him, and you don’t think you’ve met anyone like him. That is, until the fateful night that brings the Avengers to you. You meet Bucky Barnes, and then you’re stuck choosing between two guys so alike you find yourself asking why they couldn’t be the same person.

going live , offline | @ritesofreverie (18+)

camboy!bucky x reader

your new neighbour looks so familiar, where had you seen him before?

heavy metal lover | @mypoisonedvine (ongoing) (18+)

sub!bucky x dominatrix!reader

working as a dominatrix is never exactly easy, but a new client brings challenges you never expected.

fake boyfriend real orgasms | @bucksfucks (ongoing) (18+)

roommate!bucky x reader

when bucky needs a date to sam’s wedding, he makes a deal with you. when it starts to turn into something a little more real, you realize how deep you’re in.

almost had me believing it | @tuiccim (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

it's brooklyn, baby | @my-divine-death (ongoing) (18+)

college!bucky x reader

hush 1 2 | @starbuckie (ongoing)

bucky x reader

in quiet corners and selfish moments, y/n and bucky have kept their relationship a secret, one love that was pure and untouched by the darkness that surrounded them. but after bucky is able to walk the streets a free man once again, will their love be able to survive?

misconceptions | @firefly-in-darkness (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

what a night | @jurassicbarnes

bucky x reader

Bucky Barnes is out in the new world, navigating through everyday life and it’s trials and tribulations. His therapist insists he tries new things. He has collected a few new hobbies. But when it comes to making new acquaintances, what’s a better way to meet new people than a little dating site called Tinder.

hey, professor | @balenciagabucky (ongoing) (18+) dark

professor!bucky x reader

professor barnes always had his eye on you, you noticed it, your girlfriend noticed it, even his friends and after one raunchy photo sent to him, a joke, nothing more, in his world you become more than just a student

missing piece 1 2 3 4 | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

seeing red | @mypoisonedvine (18+)

bodyguard!bucky x actress!reader

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

flight risk , no control | @wkemeup

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Bucky becomes a flight risk after a failed mission and is put in lockup under Steve’s orders. Even though Bucky won’t say a word of what happened, you camp outside the door to his cell so he knows he isn’t alone.

bad match | @justreadingfics (18+)

bucky x reader

Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

unbroken | @constantwriter85 (18+)

bucky x hacker!reader

Bucky isn’t happy about being paired with a snarky, untested hacker on a stealth mission to infiltrate Hammer Industries. But when the mission spirals out of control and they’re both captured, he finds out just how much heart his hacker has–and how far she’s willing to go to protect the lives of others.

if i only had a heart 1 2 | @chouettedubois​ (18+)

bucky x reader

Team Cap is back at the compound after being pardoned. Bucky is suffering from the shoddy work HYDRA did with his prosthetic. Tony brings reader in to fix it—and maybe help him find his heart in the process.

text me | @soap-bubble-nebula​ 

bucky x reader

Tony and the other’s are off on a mission, and it’s up to you to help Bucky get comfortable and assimilate into normal life. He texts you because Tony told him he could.

[allyouneedisbuck]

Tee’s Summer Reads 🖤

hi all! as summer comes to a close and classes start back up again, i wanted to come on here and share some pieces i read over break that i just loved.

as always, heed to any and all warnings each creator has put in place. eighteen plus spaces deserve respect and you are urged to show them it.

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Bucky Barnes

i wished one the moon for you by @sunmoonandbucky • “After losing Bucky, you were devastated. So when Howard Stark asks for volunteers for an experiment, you're the first in line.” -> 40s buck & present bucky? love that lasts through time? love it

the shot heard round the tower & unwarranted weakness by @pellucid-constellations • “you just want to know if bucky has feelings for you. bucky just wants you to be okay.” -> these two pieces can be read separately, but i highly suggest reading them both because bucky is written so well and they made me feel warm all over. 

see the world the way you do by @vanderlustwords • “you start to see color when you meet your soulmate. bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing.” -> there are So many lines in this that just... sit with you. i felt so much reading this. that tight feeling in your chest, pure happiness, anger... i just absolutely loved this. 

a little old fashioned by @gogolucky13 • “bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.”-> behold...sweet, shy comfort fic bucky. i go back and read this when i’m sad. 

he’s a good friend by @markandlexies • “reader is tired of watching bucky go on dates with leah and flirt with sarah.” -> give me all the oblivious, pining friends to lovers. just incredible writing and a truly lovely piece. 

tap by @houseravenclaws •  “bucky never talked much, he fell in love anyway.” -> you KNOW i already love sarah’s writing, it was on my last list. HERE’S MORE! this fic tore me apart in the best way and i still think about it all the time. it has become a go to. 

all the good things by @/houseravenclaws • “bucky’s been a little more than happy recently. sam thinks it has something to do with the pretty girl on the team.” -> need i say more? i needn’t say more. 

i love you, you idiot by @chrisevansjellybeans • “we’re best friends but won’t say we’re in love trope.” -> this fic made my heart sore. i love when writers have the ability to show love through the smallest of details and this fic did that so well. 

the things you’ve done by @divine-mistake • “what if the world ended tomorrow and all he did was spend his last day with you thinking about how you never hold his metal hand and you never walk on his left side and you constantly reach for his right arm?” -> OHHHHHHHHH MAN oh man this fic left me in shambles. absolute shambles and gave me a big, bright smile. insecure!bucky just does something to me. bucky is written perfectly in this. 

cornerstone by @agentofbarnes • this is a piece of zee’s (incredible) barnes’ au where bucky and reader (babydoll) are married with kids. -> i love the entire barnes’ au, but this piece honestly meant so much to me??? seeing bucky as an incredibly loving and open father just makes me so happy. 

leather jacket full of cats by @bucksfucks • “bucky brings home kittens.” -> nora doesn’t write fluff, but when she does it comes out absolutely incredible???? bucky and kittens?? PLEASE this made so happy (hi keep an eye out for more of nora’s work in the nsfw section) 

bulova by @babycap • “in the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel.” -> this is a babycap (dev my love) fan account. i have never read such beautiful words & i am always so stunned by the amazing works that dev puts out. i get so excited to read them. 

sunset by @belladonnabarnes • “bucky meets a pretty girl and her little sister at the zoo.” -> how did you know it was my dream to meet bucky at the zoo jaye?????? ahhhhh i loved this fic so much, it was so incredibly sweet i had the dopiest smile on my face when reading it. 

crawl home to her by @wkemeup • “stranded without coms, alone, and bleeding out in the middle of a russian snow storm, bucky is content to let nature take its course. only you won’t seem to let him go.” -> this fic is a masterpiece. a genuine piece of art. i was on the edge of my seat reading it, hoping i could faster than possible just to find out if bucky made it.

suburbia by @/wkemeup • “posing as husband and wife, you and bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a hydra hacker. perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.” -> yeah this one HURT. in the best way, an absolute favorite. so so so good.

that was premonition, i think by @divine-mistake • “sometimes you wish you had never fallen in love with bucky. screw that ‘it’s better to have loved and lost’ bullshit. you wish you had never fallen in love with bucky barnes.” -> just so so good. i was speechless after reading.

Others

Sam Wilson

the summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation by @golden-bucky • “you’ve never been one for baseball, but sam wilson is enough to change your mind.” -> ok. listen. i HAVE always loved baseball and this fic made me dream of mr. sam wilson in a lil uniform and me cheering him on. it was so sweet and i just loved it. a dream come true.

scary love by @bvckysmoon • “the first ‘i love yous’ are always scary.” -> being in love with sam wilson? yes please! this fic is so tooth achingly sweet, i adore it.

that way by @belouva • “you don’t know what label to fall under anymore. were you his roommate, friend or his lover?” -> i love roommate! sam… the first two parts of this series are so good.

Steve Rogers

you don’t know by @/divine-mistake • “until her gaze falls on you and her lovesick puppy dog eyes morph into saucers, leaving her frozen in pure shock. that visage quickly melts away to reveal a smug smile, aimed right at you, and you know exactly what she’s thinking at this moment.” -> steve & plus-size reader! i actually teared up, this fic hit really close to home and is beautifully written.

Spencer Reid

the one where everyone finds out by @reidscanehand • “Spencer Reid is in love with Y/N, and she’s in love with him...only they don’t know it yet...and they might be are definitely going to be the very last to know. And since Spencer and Y/N happen to be surrounded by the best profilers in the country, the rest of the team is, of course, the first to piece together the romance. Little by little, bit by bit, the team solves the case of Spencer and Y/N.” -> i constantly go back and reread this fic… it means so much to me!

work wife by @differentkettleoffishalltogether • “Spencer can’t help but feel a little jealous when it seems like his best friend is interested in someone else.” -> best friend spencer & love confessions? yeah that’s what i like.

Aaron Hotchner

dream a little dream by @ssahotchswife • “Following an injury, the reader dreams about time spent with Aaron Hotchner and his son. She relives heartbreak about Aaron's relationship with Beth and the love she has for Jack. Aaron must come to terms with his feelings for the reader when she wakes.” -> aaron hotchner is my comfort man and this fic makes my chest ache

NSFW

just friends by @/bucksfucks • “you and chris are just friends, right?” -> chris evans please i’m free on saturday

forbidden fruit by @/bucksfucks • “you attempt to set your ex’s things on fire. bucky has a better idea.” -> dadsbestfriend!bucky has my heart and it’s literally because of nora’s writing

appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy • “bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.” -> ooooooooof i love this lil series so much

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these are all of my summer reads!!! i’ll definitely post another one after fall semester, this will most likely be a seasonal thing.