#i drew this almost 2 weeks ago n just forgot oops

[the-clay-quarters]

pages youre gonna need to slow down a lil there buddy......

silverstein really isnt good enough at english or words in general to deal with this (says the guy doing hearts desire)

[ifandomalot]

Baby, Baby. | part 1.

Part 1 -Telling him.

Summary: Your typical, ‘original’ fic about a one-night stand with the newest avenger, Steve finds himself to be a daddy. Being pregnant is not easy, especially when the father is a super soldier that will do anything to protect his own.

Paring: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: This fic contains pregnant!reader, Steve being steve. Cursing, violence, injuries and smut. 

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Part 2. - The First Appointment | Masterlist.

 It probably wasn’t the best time, but between finding the news out two weeks ago and countless missions it was hard finding the right moment to tell Captain America he was going to be a daddy. It’s not like you didn’t try, once you met him at his office but found yourself unable to talk, not about that especially. You blame those baby blues, that charming smile, those plump lips distracting you by bringing you back to the memories of him laying them against your skin, claiming your neck, lips and legs. One time in the kitchen you almost blurted it out, but Bucky had walked up the stairs and it just seemed wrong to say something so private. Every time you did find yourself knocking on his door he was on a mission, or in the hall way, leaving for one.

This moment probably the worst of all, but you felt like you were going to explode. The extraction point was only five minutes away, the whole team suited including you. Steve’s eyes kept meeting yours, a small smirk with gentle eyes. Ever since that night he’s been nothing but flirty. The jet let out a loud ring, to warn the doors were soon dropping. You debated on telling him after, but just in case something happened he needed to know. “Steve, Can I talk to you?”

“Of course you can sweetheart.” Steve was waiting for you to speak, and met your eyes when he heard silence to realize you meant alone, away from everyone. A confused look smooths his face but nonetheless he follows. 

The feeling of his eyes against your skin made it burn, head grow hot, it suddenly became to hot concentrate. He must have noticed your discomfort at his hand cupped your arm, hand rubbing from your elbow to the skin of your forearm. “Are you okay?”

“I- uh.” You pause, words jumbling inside your brain. His warm touch wasn’t helping the fact either. The alarms sounded loudly, Vision mumbles something about two minutes until point of extraction. “I’m pregnant.”

Steve looks confused, mouth opening but closing again but realization hitting him like a ton of bricks as his face morphs into a stern look. “Mine?”

“There’s been no one else. I’m seven weeks.” You don’t meet his eyes, only the shifting of your boots. 

“But you said you were on the pill, and I’m pretty sure I can’t have kids.” He talking more to himself than you, letting the truth out in the open for his ears to hear, to repeat himself again.

“Well if your cells regenerate every four seconds I can’t imagine what -.” Your cheeks light up, blush filling them. “And you were frozen, you didn’t age, I imagine your body didn’t either.”

Steve’s remained the same, not managing to show one emotion which worried you. His hands tighten into fist as he drew in a long breath, “You’re staying here.”

With only seconds left until the extraction, his finger points at Vision. “You stay here, and protect her.”

“Steve, the plan, I can still be back up.” Steve tensed his shoulders with a crinkled nose, his arms cross across his chest. “You stay here.”

His eyes meet Vision, “She stays on the jet at all cost, understand?”

“Yes Captain.” Steve takes one last look at you before extending his arm, wrapping it into the shield and out the opening of the cargo doors in seconds, without a parachute. 

The whole time had managed to make it out okay, despite a few cuts and bruises. No one spoke a word despite how odd Steve was acting and that he made you stay behind, but no one would dare ask with a face like that. He didn’t say much to you on the way back but you understood. You had two weeks to process this, while he had a few clear minutes before jumping into a war zone.

The load roar of the engine plane rumbled inside of your ears, feeling your heart thump in an regular pattern. It was a mix or anxiety and nerves that made your stomach sick, actually for the past week you’ve been feeling very sick. Morning sickness is what your doctor said, which you didn’t understand because it hits you every time of day?

“Are you okay? You don’t look too good Y/N.” Buck noticed the change in Steve’s behavior, and loomed closer to him. Trying to ask whats wrong but Steve rolled his shoulders away from him despite his wring hands folded on his lap. 

“I’m okay.” You spluttered clutching the seat underneath you tightly, knuckles white with the amount of strength used. Bucky or Steve didn’t seem to believe you as both stalked towards you. Both peering down with arms crossed against their chests. “I’m fine, I feel a little sick is all.”

Finally you were home, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep but Steve had stopped you with a hand against the small of your back as you walked through the door of the house, “I’ll meet you back down here in ten, we have to talk,”

His tone was soft, the heat of his breath against your neck, your body reacts with small bumps breaking through smooth skin, hairs sticking up as chills run through you. All you can do is nod, nervousness making you feel sick again. Steve was there before you, small peaks of blonde hair dipping from the baseball cap he used to mask his dirty hair, a comfy flannel unbuttoned and under that a tight henley shirt that stretched over his chest beautiful. A pair of comfy sweats hung lowly on his waist, and a simple hair of black socks that kept him warm after being wet for the whole ride home. He was reaching for two mugs, “Coffee?”

It was a little strange for the time, it had to be past twelve but Steve figured he wasn’t going to sleep much anyways. “I’ll take a tea, I’m not allowed to drink too much coffee.” Your eyes drift down to your stomach, Steve’s following yours as well with a sigh.

Steve places the mug in front of you, and takes a seat directly across from you. His hand rubs the nap of his neck in distress, opens his mouth but closes it, looking for the right words to say. “I don’t want you to think I’m pushing, but what do you plan on doing?”

Your eyes met his as a hand nervously knots your hair and twirling it between your fingers. “I, ugh.”

Words didn’t come easy, especially in such a messy situation like this. Steve’s soft hand presses against your arm, comforting you in his own way. As if he was letting you know he was here, it was okay. 

“My parents never wanted me. I was only four years old when they abandoned me.” You say in a dry tone, “I want it, I could never do that to another person.”

Steve nods, blue eyes calming you. “I never thought I would be a father. Sure ninety years ago it was a dream of mine but I’m here for you but that’s my baby. I will be here for you and the baby.”

Suddenly tears filled your eyes, breathing trembling with the release of your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m just very emotional. I don’t know who I am anymore.” You joke, with an unsure smile but the sweetest smile with no teeth is returned. 

“You’re pregnant?” The raspy voice behind you makes you jump. Bucky leans against the wall lips twisting into a half smile, his eyes shinning with slight entertainment. “I knew it!”

“Buck this really isn’t the ti-.” Steve is cut off as Sam enters the kitchen. His eyes raise in confusion at your tears and the seriousness sketched across Steve’s face. “What’s going on here?”

“Y/N’s pregnant!” Bucky exclaims with crinkled eyes and nose.

“Bucky!” Steve narrows his eyes, running his hands over his face in annoyance. 

Bucky rolls his eyes, “What? You always wanted to be a dad Steve. What’s so wrong everyone knowing?” 

“And Steve is the dad?” Sam shakes his head, “I guess you aren’t infertile then man, congratulations. A drink for Steve’s spunk!”

Steve’s cheeks are red, crimson blotting his chest. “Can we not cheers on my sperm? Besides me or Buck can’t get drunk.”

It’s too late, all the classes are poured and put in front of everyone. Sam downs his quickly, before wincing. “Oops, sorry mama forgot bun in the oven.” And downs yours too.

Bucky shrugs downing the contents despite the fact. Steve’s eyes met yours with a sigh, mouthing a small ‘sorry’ but honestly you were used to it now. You may have been the newest Avenger but it’s been close to seven months of living here with everyone. Steve looks at Buck, scratching his beard. “Well you can take Bucky’s room. It’s next to mine.”

Buck’s mouth drops but before he could say a word you cut him off. “My room is fine.”

“It wasn’t a question. I would feel safer with you close to me.” Steve leaves no room for an argument, tapping his fingers against the table. 

“I can take care of myself.” You argue, “I don’t need you babysitting me.”

“I’m not baby sitting you. I’m baby sitting the baby in you.” Steve said with  firm persistence. “And you’ll switch rooms with Bucky.”

“As if!” With a flush face you raise your finger into the area, “I will not.”

“Can you stop being stubborn for a second and understand why?!” Steve was ignored as you turn your back to him, hoping to get some help from Sam and Bucky who raise their palms up, wanting to part of this. It was unjustified, the claim he thought he suddenly had on you, the world was a dangerous place and with the line of enemies he’s made, he couldn’t trust anyone but himself to look after you. “You’re going to Bucky’s room and that’s final.”

“You can’t make me.”

Steve chuckles, but it holds no humor as he stands and crosses his arms across his chest. “I am your captain and as leader of this team I said you are moving to the room next to me. And from this moment on no more missions.”

Your mouth drops in shock, he doesn’t bother to stay letting his words sink in. “Can you believe him?”

Sam and Bucky met eyes, “This is going to be a long nine months.”

You narrow your eyes at them with a scowl, wrapping your cardigan closer to your body as you debate whether to follow Steve and give him a peace of your mind but honestly your feet hurt to much to move at the moment and the cup of now cold tea smells amazing.

Steve was no where to be found for the rest of the night, you decided to try and sleep but there was no use. Between the sickness, thoughts running a million miles a minute and there was no way in this world you could get comfortable you found yourself walked towards the kitchen, the taste of pickles is all you craved. 

That was interpreted by the tall, shirtless blonde who had been the reason you couldn’t sleep, and in his hand the jar of pickles. Your lips press together to form a tight line, tugging the hem of your pajama shorts down lower, even though he’s seen it all before.

Steve has had a lot of time to think as well, maybe he was a little pushy earlier. Maybe he could have sat down and talked in out more before exploding like he did but he didn’t usual have this problem, it was all new. His eyes roam over the redness of your skin, lines from the bed morphing into your flesh. He drew in a long breath, tilting the pickle jar in your direction. A peace offering for his behavior. His eyes watch every movement of your small fingers reaching towards the jar and up until the crunchiness of it is heard from your mouth. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” He breaks the silence, kneading his shoulder, a tight pinch making it uncomfortable. You shake your head, “It’s hard to sleep now.”

He shrugs, “Why?”

“I either have to puke or can’t get comfortable.” It’s the truth, there was no sugar-coating the way you feel right now.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I’m just..” He pauses, looking for the right words to say. “I want you to be safe, It would make me feel better if you were close to me.”

You wrap the blanket tightly around you. “I understand but I’m not helpless.”

Steve sighs, “I know you’re not, I’ve worked with you for months now. I know that we didn’t mean for this to happen and that you probably wish it wasn’t with me but it is. I will do everything to make sure I take care of you.”

“Fine I’ll move into the room.” Steve nods, his hand resting against the small of your back guiding you to sit down on the stool next to him. He takes a pickle, biting it quickly before offering you another one, you shake your head as he opens the fridge to put them away. “Thank you, I’ll feel better.”

“Are you going to go back to bed?” Steve questions shyly, extending his arm to rub the back of his neck, your slightly distracted by the movement of his biceps straining. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”

“I don’t even know if I can sleep. It’s cold, and I just can’t get comfortable.” You sigh.

“I can stay with you if you want.” Steve’s mouth moves before he can even process what he is saying. His skin burns red in embarrassment, “Forget I even said anything, I -.”

“Yes.” It’s a soft pause, but he gives a closed mouth smile as if he was asking if you were sure. Honestly the warmth of another body next to yours was calming, and if it was anything like the night you two spent all those weeks ago, listening to his chest rise and fall would put you right to sleep. Steve followed you without a word, tucking himself into the other side of your bed. 

Steve’s body next to yours left you in a small daze, the smell of fresh soap filled and lotion made you slightly dizzy, but in a good way. A finger slowly stokes your jaw, then the outline of your cheek, ocean eyes gazing into yours. “Goodnight sweetheart. Thank you for agreeing to switch rooms."

“Goodnight Cap, you can leave after I fall asleep if you want.” He nods with nothing else said you found yourself finally being able to drift into sleep. While you slept soundly, Steve was wide awake. Not daring to move, seeing it was quite obvious the only reason for the sleeping beauty next to him was the fact he was there. How could he sleep at a time like this?

Dreams now were filled with the echo of small feet running towards him, babbles of a baby that called him daddy, piercing blue eyes that were too identical of his own. The pit inside his stomach made him feel sick, it was so unexpected and happened so quick Steve felt as if he didn’t have time to register what was happening. He was going to be a father, he was going to be in charge of another human for the rest of his life. 

Missions suddenly meant he had something to risk, there was no more risking himself for the life of another. His gaze gravitates from the ceiling to the wild-haired beauty next to him. Actually two lives depended on him now. Usually he would be shy with a girl like you, the memories of the night shared come flooding back to him. 

Steve buries his face deeper into a pillow with a sigh. It was a few shots of Thor’s mead that had gotten him risky, as well as you, a drunken haze. Steve never thought it would be a father, and pushed it so deep in his subconscious he didn’t bother to consider that he was fertile. Steve takes one more look at you, the softness of skin, redness of your cheeks from the irritation of the cotton sheet and lastly to your stomach, letting his mind wonder. He gets up from the bed slowly before leaving the room, shutting the door quietly, trying to escape his problems at the moment. 

A/N: Sorry it started out slow but it’ll get better promise! :)

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Nodus Tollens (1/10)

• The realisation that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore •

Pairings : bucky x HYDRA!reader (gender-neutral) + Avengers

~2,5k words oop

Summary : you’ve been practically raised by HYDRA and The Wintersoldier has been your idol, someone you looked up to. What happens when you’re send to kill him and get captured by the avengers? 

Warnings whole fic : language, detailed discription of fighting and blood, a whole load of torture, trauma and a lot of angst ( if you want me to add something then please message me!)

Warnings for this chapter : needles (?) Detailed fighting and mentions of blood

A/N : so this is going to be a short series (hopefully) Please like/reblog/ tell me if you like it because I might not continue if no one reads it. I hope you enjoy! Leave feedback whether it’s good or bad!

OH AND ITS GONNA BE A SLOWBURN this isnt really gonna be a lovey dovey relationship.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Masterlist

Not my gif!

March 2014, almost 4 years ago

“ Agent 0157, you’re expected at labratory 4. “ The scruffy voice through the intercom bounces off the walls, snapping you out of your trance. You take one last look at the small picture on your wall before making your way to the labratory. Men follow behind you and open the many doors before you, the sound of metal screeching open and closing overpowering the sound of the whispered voices in your head.

“ Sit down, please.” An unfamiliar man in a white coat stood by your chair, your usual doctor standing in a corner talking to the man you came to know of as boss.

You quietly obliged and took a seat, taking in a deep breath. Soft murmer filled your enhanced ears and you tried to focus on the conversation instead of the movements of the new doctor.

“—it doesn’t matter. He’s done for.”

“It’s vital we end it before he comes for us.”

“That will be no problem. We took this precaution years ago.”

“This won´t work-“

Their voices were muffled by your silent groans as the needles pricked your arm. You clenched your fists tightly as a cold shock waltzed through your nerves, tingling and eating at your skin. You were used to it by now, but the feeling of the serum intensified with every intake, leaving you to take the pain as it rushed through your veins like a fright train.

They paused their banter and watched in curiosity as your nails dug into your palms. The doctor looked at him with doubt, because he wasn’t sure if you could take what was comming. He was there ever since you were brought in years ago, and he knew you inside out.

The boss gave him a reassuring nod, whispering a quiet  ´ready’ before walking his way infront of you.

A wave of relief flooded you as the pain was digested, your muscles already seeming to grow stronger.

“How are you feeling?” Your eyes snapped to the source of the voice, a man in an all black suit standing before you with a wicked smile.

“Stronger,” you mumble, stretching your fingers and pressing them hard against your palm, flexing your muscles to feel the added power.

“Good. We have a new mission for you.”

You silently stare at him, awaiting his next words. But the name he uttered out of his mouth slapped you in the face, your head snapping to the ground in utter shock.

“We want you to kill The Wintersoldier.”

Your body tensed up, your thoughts flashing to the picture that hung on your wall of the man whom wore that name on his back.

“He escaped our grasp and fled. He isn’t our ally anymore, but our enemy. You have to make sure he isn’t a threat anymore.”

Your heart pounded in your ears as you awaited his next words, trying to share no sign of emotion.

“He has teamed up with Captain America, and is now probably planning his attack. I want you to do what we’ve trained you to do.”

It seemed as if your body couldn’t be more tense than it was, as you repeat the words at the same time it dripps from his lips.

“Be merciless, emotionless and don’t hesitate.”

June 2018, present

You stood a couple feet away from the infamous avengers building, contemplating your plan and going over every single detail as music filled your ears through the tiny musicplayer tucked in your pants.

You couldn’t mess this up. You couldn’t. This was your chance to prove yourself against him and you weren’t going to let something as stupid as emotions get in your way.

You knew what you were getting yourself into, but a well thought out plan wasn’t an option when you had so little time. They gave you a week.

A week to take The infamous, 101 year old assasin out. Oh, and not to forget he now has someone or maybe even multiple people protecting him with their lives. You had been prograstinating this mission since the words registered in your brain, and they didn’t have the patience left to spare. No one knew of your whereabouts, because a certain thought paced through your mind, begging to be freed in place of the one you were just about to perform.

You were wearing casual clothing, all of your weaponary under your clothes, safely hidden away. You knew their schedule by heart, the building inside out excluding the secret places since it’s hard to get access to that. Yet, you felt nervous.

You had never met him before, only seen from afar, on files you studied all night and hanging from your wall. How would you react when you would actually see him?

Be emotionless. You reminded yourself, taking a deep breath and letting your face fall into a blank stare. The music gave you courage to go inside.

It was 3 AM on a sunday, all of the avengers except Captain America and The Wintersoldier off to an unknown mission. The AI had been hacked a week ago to recognize your face as one of their own, so when you entered, you could easily walk through the first line of defence.

“Good morning Miss. Potts. What brings you here at this time?” You adjusted your ginger wig and cleared your throat.

“Just getting something important that I forgot.”

“Should I notify Mr. Stark?”

“No. It’s nothing important, he doesn’t have to know,” you calmly answered, clutching the little bottle in your hand while making your way to the elevator.

Once you entered the floor where all the bedrooms were, you made your way to the room of the Captain. Your feet dragged you to the door as if you had done it a hundred times, the place almost familiar to you.

You opened the door a creak without making sound, weary that he doesn’t wake up. He should be in a deep sleep now, as he normally goes to bed between 12 and 1 AM. You toss the bottle into the room and close the door, letting the gas fill the bedroom and into the system of the supersoldier. When a couple moments passed, you opened the door fully.

He was laying peacefully on the bed, his chest heaving up and down in the dark. You quickly walked up to him, pricking the needles in his arms and filling his nerves with the numbing serum.This would give you an hour to do your job, so you quickly closed the door and walked to the room opposite.

Once you got closer, your enhanced ears picked up the rapid thumping of a heartbeat behind the booming of the drums from the music through your earphones.

He was laying on his back, his chest rapidly moving and his metal arm clutching the sheets as tightly as he could. His sweaty hair stuck around his face, grunts leaving his clenched teeth.

He was having a nightmare or a panick attack.

You watched in curiosity as the plates of his metal arm moved and jittered at his movements. His eyes were tightly closed, causing crinkles to form that stretched across his nose. you could see the way he tried to hold back his screams, rigged breathing and muffled screams leaving his lips. You wondered what he was dreaming about.

This was going to be quick and easy, and you were almost disappointed he wasn’t going to put up a fight. The Wintersoldier shouldn’t be taken down this easily.

You slowly took out the needle and with a quick movement went to stab it through his arm. Before you could though, the coldness of his metal hand spread across your wrist, your movements coming to a halt as your bloodflow stopped for a couple seconds. Your breathing involuntarily hitched as your other free hand went to your gun when his eyes shot open.

Talked too quickly.

He tossed you to the other side of the room, your back colliding with the wall as the needle flung to god knows where. You quickly stood up again, throwing one of your knives through the blanket of the dark his way, only for him to dodge it.

He charged your way and flung his arm to your face, causing you to duck and take the opportunity to hit him in his abdomen as hard as you could.

He just woke up from a nightmare, so he was still trying to come to his senses and make out what was happening. He blindly fought the intruder, his mind not registering a plan or even a tactic.

You had advantage. You slid your knife across his right arm, the night showing his blood a dark red oozing out of the wound, rolling behind him as he tried to kick with his bare feet. You fired your gun at him but he either dodged it or hit it with his metal arm.

Blood pooled in your mouth as his knee collided with your face, but you spit it in his face, jumping to the needle that caught your eye. He kicked it away before swiftly kicking your face to fling you across the room.

“STEVE!” His raspy voice shouted for his friend and you smirked, knowing he won’t wake up soon.

Bucky caught the look on your face as rage pumped through his veins and drew the curtains from his eyes. He messily tried to punch you, but you blocked his metal arm with ease, stopping all his other movements and headbutting him to the floor.

You finally grabbed the needle, throwing one of your knifes his way to distract him. It scraped his face, but he whipped his sticky hair out of his mouth and charged your way. His fingers caught the strands of your hair as he yanked it.

Or should it be wig, as he ripped it out a little too harshly and stumbled back from the force. Before he could process anything, you stuck the needle in his leg. He stumbled to the ground but kicked you down with him, almost in sync with the drop of the beat from the melodies occupying your hearing.

You rolled around quiet some time, him trying to pin your arms down and you trying to free them and punch him, before he had the upper hand and closed his left hand around your throat while trapping your body between his and the floor.

You kept your straight face as he clenches his fingers, trying to make you give up. You thrusted your hips foreward and closed your legs aroung his waist, pressing as hard as you could to weigh him down. You could see he was struggling as the serum kicked in.

“Who the fuck are you and what did you just put in me?!” he spat, standing up and smashing you into the wall. Your feet dangled above the ground but you continued to stare blankly at him, his pale blue eyes still clouded by his lack of sleep.

It was a wonder your earplugs hadn’t flung out yet.

Your hand quietly pressed a button on your sleeve, a knife emerging that you stabbed through his chest with as much force as you could muster. It went pretty deep and even surprised you. He let go, clutching his wound while trying to stay on his feet.

Whatever you had put in him, made him weak and he hated it. His long brown hair stuck on his face and shielded his eyes, as he blindly swung his arms, denting walls but not touching the person he has yet to identify.

You hit him hard in the back, causing him to fall on his knees. You quickly took control and held him down on the floor, placing a tiny device on his shoulder that would make him lose control of his left arm. He turned and gasped in shock as he couldn’t move his arm, instead headbutting you.

You stumbled back and just as he was about to sit on you, you kicked his chest where you had stabbed him, throwing a metal bounder on him that wrapped itself around him like a blanket. He went to charge at you but dropped on his knees as electric shocks numbed his body.

Bucky couldn’t seem to find the strength to stand up anymore, let alone fight. The metal bound that kept his numbing arms down pressed cold against his chest. Breathing was hard and the coldness of the metal forced him to stay awake.

He was starting to accept his fate when you walked up to him with another needle. Before you could inject him, something hit your hand hard and made you drop it.

You turned around to see Captain standing there, analyzing the situation before him as he charged as hard as he could. His hair was still messy and the pyjamas clung to his body. You had injected him with two serums as well as the smoke bomb so he was weaker than soldier was.

He grunted as he couldn’t seem to control his arms and legs, moving slower than usual and out of breath faster than normal. He picked his shield up as you two began to fight for what seemed like eternity, bucky watching in agony at the sight before him.

It was still night, the rest of the world asleep and the lack of sound from cars making everything surreal and feeling like he hadn’t woken up from the nightmare he had had a couple moments ago.

Captain screamed in pain as you shot him in the legs with your gun, taking his shield and throwing it out of the window. You shot him three more times on both of his shoulders and watched him fall to the ground, out of breath from the fighting.

“Steve!” Bucky croaked out, not accepting the fact they lost so easily. This had to be a dream.

You injected both of them again to make sure it doesn´t wear out and enclosed the metal bound around Captain too. He looked up at you from the ground and screamed.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS.”

You didn’t answer him as you stepped towards the former Wintersoldier.

“LET HIM GO I WILL KILL YOU!” Steve fought against the metal but couldn’t find the strength to break it. He wasn’t about to let his best friend he just found again be taken away for the second time.

The music danced through your ears as you filled up and cocked your gun, the sound of Steve’s pleas drowned out by the lyrics. You aimed it at bucky’s head almost robotically, his blue eyes watching you without emotion, accepting his fate.

You tapped your finger on the trigger, your thoughts screaming at you to stop. You shook your head and held your breath, gripping bucky’s hair in your fist with a quick motion. He grunted and looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows, the words seemingly writting on the creases of his forehead. The blood that you spit on his face smudged around his eyebrows, his sweaty hair clinging to your bruised fingers.

“Be merciless, emotionless and don’t hesitate,” you whispered to yourself in encouragement, your voice sounding foreign to your ears. All these years you’ve prepared for this moment, and all you had to do was pull the goddamn trigger.

Your eyes stared at the helpless man before you, the deep dark ocean-blue of his eyes locking you in place. The same blue that kept you going when things got tough, the same blue that encouraged you to become stronger, the blue that lulled you to sleep. The blue that lightened your vision when all you could see was red.

“Look at how pathetic you look right now,” you whispered harshly, not able to hold yourself back to say the words that you were dying to say to him, as these were going to be the last words he was going to hear anyways.

“You were strong, vicious and the best soldier ever known to men and now... crouching at my feet like nothing more that a regular man.” Your grip on his hair loosened, instead your gun caressing his face as he motionlessly locked your gaze.

“You were The Wintersoldier, but now you depend on a weak and stupid old friend that makes you vulnera-“

Your speech was cut short by a familair burning feeling on your back, followed shortly by a blow to the head. Your vision darkened more than it already was at this time of the day in the night, as you slowly turned your head to see a faint red smudge standing at the doorway.

The floor pulled you to the ground, the music in your ears slowly fading out and becoming incomprehensible as you let the night swallow your soul.

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A/N : as you might have guessed, civil war never happened in this story and I’m also not going to include wanda or vision! Everyone is happily in avengers tower

part 2

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