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@bokketo : [ voicemail ] "Hey, just wanted to tell you that Merchant & Treasury called again. They're trying to claim there's some sort of clerical error and I owe them money and those damn men in suits won't let me get a word in edgewise. The account's in your name too so they might listen to you instead — god forbid a woman knows what she's talking about! Call me back when you're not off saving the world or something." // sarah @ sam
Sam rarely, if ever, lets anything go to voicemail, especially from family. His new job description, however, has him at the beck and call of whoever is threatening the freedom of the world and that means sometimes a call slips past under the radar. He and Torres were half way around the world, mostly fighting the branches of a dense Tanzanian forest whilst following the trail of an advanced weapons manufacturing sub-militant group. Said advanced weapons had gotten a lock on both Sam and Joaquín once they’d breached the five mile perimeter of the hidden base, and avoiding the projectiles while coordinating their next movements so as not set off any more sensors had taken all of Sam’s concentration, his AI sliding Sarah’s incoming call to the background. He listens to the voicemail an hour later, once the base has been located, breached, and busted, local police and SHIELD back up flying in to make arrests, confiscate the tech, and paint a cover story for the commotion. It’s two hours later that he’s on a jet flying to Germany for a conference, parting ways with Joaquín who was on his way back to the States. Still in his uniform, he takes his headgear off and rummages around for his phone to call Sarah the old fashioned way. After about the eighth ring, he realises it was almost midnight in Louisiana, and anticipates Sarah’s voicemail message a second before it hits. ‘ Hey, sis. I’m gonna give them a call first thing in the morning. As soon as I figure out what the hell time that is in Germany. Time zones are no joke. I’m losing hours and gaining them back. I could be a very old man by the time you see me next. ’ He pauses to sigh but keeps it quiet enough so she doesn’t hear the tiredness of it. ‘ I’m sorry I missed your call. I promise I was doing something very badass. I’ll try catch you in the morning. I’m gonna take care of the bank so don’t you lose any sleep over it. I love you. ’
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@rejectory from starter call.
‘ You got close, ’ he breaks the tepid silence that had otherwise only been interrupted with the schnick schnick of whetstone and steel. ‘ About eight months ago. ’ It was actually six but his recollection of time isn’t exactly up to scratch considering how much of it he had spent passed out, reliving another century entirely, and trespassing his own memory banks armed with pick-axe and a vomit bucket. ‘ In Kodiak. Had to fall back because you and, uh, Steve, came bustin’ through town. ’ He can’t be sure whether they were looking for him, or whether they were on Hydra’s trail --- like he had been.
Wilson. Sam. He doesn’t mind the guy. He’d rather be here handing out olive branches than in the next room with Rogers, anyway.
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Marvel Masterlist
One Shots
Spook-vengers Tower - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)
Better Than Gifts - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda, Vision, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)
New Years Eve - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)
Not Making It Out - Loki x Reader
Love Is Sacrifice - Loki x Reader
Champion Selection - Loki x Reader
My Mistakes - Loki x Reader
The Task - Loki x Reader
Pulled From The Timeline - Loki x Reader
Poisoned Ice - Loki x Reader
Pompeii - Loki x Reader
Madripoor - Bucky x Reader
Why Would I? - Bucky x Reader
A Small Thing - Bucky x Reader
Not The Worst - Bucky x Reader
A Little Help - Bucky x Reader
When You Wake - Bucky x Reader
What We Started - Bucky x Reader
Kiss Her, Captain. - Steve x Reader
Attacked - Steve x Reader
Aftermath - Steve x Reader
The Drink Allergy - Steve x Reader
A Subtle Escape - Steve x Reader
A New Mission - Tony x Reader (platonic)
3am - Frank Castle x Reader (platonic)
Trick or Eat - Venom x Reader (platonic)
Halloween Cookie Surprise - Venom x Reader (platonic)
When Ghosts Hunt - Robbie Reyes x Reader
Under The Flame - Robbie Reyes x Reader
As Imagined - Ben Poindexter x Reader
Surprise Guest - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop
Earpiece Patch - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop
Imagines + Mini Fic
Imagine Steve wanting to propose but having to hold off because of the Civil War
Imagine Steve's surprise when you hit an entitled party guest
Imagine flirting with Steve much to his surprise
Imagine inviting Steve to the newly created Memorial Centre
Imagine a kiss from Steve to distract you from blinding pain
Imagine boldly telling Steve how you feel mid-mission
Imagine waking Steve up after being disturbed by a nightmare
Imagine being paired with Steve during the time-travel mission
Imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission
Imagine being the last person that Tony tells about 'moving day'
Imagine Bucky’s therapist asking about you
Imagine laughing at Bucky after his failed plane jump
Imagine getting caught in the crossfire of John Walker’s rampage
Imagine trying to talk John Walker down at Zemo’s apartment
Imagine waiting for Bucky and his cake delivery
Imagine convincing Bucky to get back into dating
Imagine taking Bucky to meet his dinner date
Imagine being ambushed by HYDRA while waiting for Bucky
Imagine Bucky being present when you wake up
Imagine Sam’s pleasant surprise when Bucky treats you gently
Imagine Bucky getting jealous on a mission
Imagine refusing to work with Loki at the TVA
Imagine Loki trying to explain his theory to you on a busy day
Imagine Loki being asked to let you go
Imagine discovering that Loki is to aid in the escape of Asgard
Imagine Loki falling asleep on your hand
Imagine Mobius shocking you with an idea regarding Loki
Imagine Loki hearing about your variants
Imagine sending Mobius to calm Loki after you’re injured
Imagine Loki stealing your pie at the TVA
Imagine your surprise when Thor brings Loki to Norway
Imagine learning that Hela wants you dead too
Imagine waking up on Sakaar to find Loki trying to help
Imagine Loki learning why you lied and faked your death
Imagine Loki accidentally time-slipping when you’re getting dressed
Imagine asking Thor about a gift that you gave him
Imagine Thor trying to grant you visitation with Loki
Imagine Thor learning that you’re in Norway with his father
Imagine Thor asking Loki about your whereabouts on Sakaar
Imagine finding Venom raiding your pantry
Imagine spending the holidays alone in Avengers Tower
Imagine checking on Robbie’s injuries
Imagine helping Matt escape the prison after Fisk takes control
Imagine Marc Spector inquiring about your hand injury
Imagine Khonshu trying to convince you to be his avatar
Imagine going present shopping for the Avengers
Imagine the Avengers when they learn that you and Bucky were attacked
Imagine Clint coming to you after a mission gone wrong
Imagine Fury asking you to be a diversion
Series
The Rider’s Guardian - Robbie Reyes x Reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Stowaway Cloak - Stephen Strange, Reader (platonic)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑲𝑬𝑲𝑬 ♛
𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙀…
hi!! my name is MaKeyah🌷 but you can call me keke, key, keyah, allat! it’s easier anyways lmaooo, 9teen, black, a may taurus (yuhh hehe), currently in school but not really thinking abt going back, and i live in a fake state😋
𝙈𝙔 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙎…
film
books
pop culture
plants and flowers
redecorating
𝙒𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂..?
the answer is always yes ☝🏽
spider-verse — peter parker (andrew and tom’s version), miles morales, hobie brown, spider-noir, miguel o’hara, and felicia hardy
aot — eren jeager, armin arlert, hange zoe, levi ackerman, jean kirstein, reiner (on occasion), and mikasa ackerman
demon slayer — uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, giyuu tomioka, sanemi (on occasion), yoriichi and muzan
mcu — matt murdock, wade wilson, frank castle, bucky barnes, sam wilson, bruce banner (avengers assemble series), thor, wolverine, storm, marc spector/steven grant, t’challa, steve rogers (only age of ultron and winter soldier), and druig
jjk — gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, maki zenin, megumi fushiguro, yuuji itadori, inumaki toge, and yuta okkotsu
𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙉…🎧
my music taste varies but… sza, yeat, kaytranada, ice spice, beyoncé, tyler the creator, frank ocean, the wallows, billie eilish, playboi carti, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, rihanna, sade, kendrick lamar, metro boomin, megan thee stallion, normani, ariana grande, pinkpantheress, the weeknd, doja cat, miguel, odetari, chloexhalle, baby keem, childish gambino, brent faiyaz, 21 savage, cardi b, givēon, and many more…
𝙊𝙉 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙏…🎧
deli : ice spice
got it good : kaytranada ft. craig david
flawlëss : yeat ft. lil uzi very
new jeans : newjeans
𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙉 🤍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎…
my girlfriend, my friends, watching youtube, baking, baking, plants, shoes (mainly crocs fr…they’re comfy), anime, scary movies, films in general, my cat zeus, marvel, sometimes dc, drawing, tattoos, discord and many more…
𝙇𝙐𝙓𝙐𝙍𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙎…
youtubers : coryxkenshin, dashie, berleezy, kyahnextdoor, monet mcmichael, and deb smikle
movies : coraline, the conjuring series, everything, everything, it, any spider-man movie (except amazing spider-man 2)
color(s) : sage green, purple, red, black, brown, baby blue, white, pastel yellow, and baby pink
books : they both die at the end, beautiful creatures, good girl’s guide to murder, we were liars
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enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, sam wilson ( marvel - mcu ), luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ), nezuko kamado ( demon slayer ), and sidney prescott ( screamverse ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, ziggy!
( marvel - mcu, dupes not allowed. anthony mackie, he/him, cis man. ) ——- hey, is that ( samuel thomas “sam” wilson ) hanging around (celestire park)? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a (thirty nine) year old ( mechanic ) and ( going for runs )? they’re notorious for being ( altruistic ) yet (stubborn), and i always seem to hear (ain’t no mountain high enough ) by ( marvin gaye ft. tammi terrell ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( formerly working in his family business ), and they’re associated with (always offering a helping hand, will either lightly tease or roast their friends, not afraid to stand up for what’s right). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( unable to help a friend ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ ziggy, 23 / est, they/them. ]
( julie and the phantoms. charlie gillespie, he/him, trans man. ) ——- hey, is that ( luke patterson ) hanging around ( astera beachfront )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-four ) year old ( dog walker ) and ( writing new songs )? they’re notorious for being ( passionate ) yet ( impulsive ), and i always seem to hear ( missing you ) by ( all time low ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( his band playing anywhere and everywhere since high school ), and they’re associated with ( when they laugh you’d swear you were on the verge of a happy ending, warm hugs, blasting music late at night, puppy dog eyes, never taking no for an answer ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( dying and not figuring out his unfinished business ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ ziggy, 23 / est, they/them. ]
( demon slayer/kimetsu no yaiba. nako yabuki, she/they. bigender. ) ——- hey, is that ( nezuko kamado ) hanging around ( lunalia animal shelter )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty two ) year old ( nurse ) and ( knitting )? they’re notorious for being ( kind ) yet ( careful ), and i always seem to hear ( dreamy night ) by ( lilypichu ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( communicating with only their written words or sign language for those who are fluent ), and they’re associated with ( fingers combing through hair, fresh pancakes in the morning, protective and loyal, enjoying the peaceful silent ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( unable to protect her younger siblings from muzan’s attack ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ ziggy, 23 / est, they/them. ]
( screamverse. sarah jeffrey, she/her. trans fem. ) ——- hey, is that ( sidney prescott ) hanging around ( snowfell ice arena )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty - six ) year old ( script writer / barista at enchanted brews ) and ( ice skating )? they’re notorious for being ( intelligent ) yet ( calculated ), and i always seem to hear ( look what you made me do ) by ( taylor swift ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( her parents divorce being the most messiest ever back when she was a teenager ), and they’re associated with ( becoming the ideal and losing yourself in the process, the smell of lavender, always a few steps ahead as though being chased by ghosts, headbands and scrunchies ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( letting her past guide her decisions ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ ziggy, 23 / est, they/them. ]
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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo
Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader
Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.
Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D
A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️
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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.
The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.
You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.
You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.
Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.
He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.
You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.
You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.
When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.
“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.
You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”
“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.
“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”
Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.
You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.
“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.
“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.
“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.
“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.
“Yes you were!”
“No I wasn’t!”
This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.
The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.
Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”
Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.
You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.
Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.
He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.
Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.
“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.
Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”
“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.
Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”
Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.
I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.
No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.
You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.
Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.
When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.
They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.
You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.
You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.
You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.
Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.
“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.
“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.
“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”
Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.
When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.
“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.
Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.
You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.
While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.
You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.
It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.
You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.
Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.
“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.
You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”
Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”
Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Welcome to my 2021 Holidays Event!
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rockstar {s.r x reader} - 3
you and steve rogers are famous for two extremely different reasons - you’re a famous rockstar, and he’s a superhero. your main personality trait is sarcasm and he’s a squeaky clean super-soldier. it takes him exactly one night to fall in love with you. what could possibly go wrong?
summary: you and steve officially introduce your friends to each other & you also have to start dealing with inevitable public interest in your relationship
part 1/part 2
also ft. bucky barnes + sam wilson, and some more damian/alex content. they are important to the story line but pls let me know what you think of them + if you’d like to see more/less of them`<3
warnings: language
‘Is he good in bed?’
‘Do his abs feel real?’
‘Did the super soldier serum work on his-’
‘- I am not answering those questions!’ You snapped, nostrils flaring as you jabbed your finger towards your bandmates.
The three of you were stood outside your usual bar, sheltering under an old awning in the smoking area to shield yourselves from the rain. It was coming down heavy now, covering the whole of New York in a bubble of wet humidity as evening began to settle across the grey sky of the city. The bar was your usual hangout; a small hole-in-the-wall pub in a desolate part of Midtown; the beer was stale but the company was good.
You were anxiously waiting for Steve to arrive with Bucky and Sam. Naturally, you felt nervous about formally introducing your respective group of friends - it marked the pair of you becoming official official. Plus, your two best friends were capable of acting like a pair of clowns when they were excited, and they’d barely shut up about meeting the two heroes the entire day.
‘Hey, doll.’ You felt a pair of warm, familiar arms wrap around you. You hadn’t even notice Steve’s cab pull up.
The super soldier pressed a kiss to your lips, and you naturally responded to his touch. You knew that there were people around you who could have seen, but you were beyond the point of caring. You were on a relationship high; the pair of you had gone official and you were introducing your friends to each other. What did it matter who saw?
‘You remember these oafs from yesterday morning,’ you pulled back from Steve’s embrace, ushering your bandmates over.
‘Steven,’ Alex greeted him.
‘I didn’t recognise you with a shirt.’ Damian added.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to Sam and Bucky. They were shyly stood behind Steve, almost like two small children. Ironically, Damien and Alex had been over-excited about meeting them.
If only they knew.
‘It’s good to see you guys again.’ You pulled them both into a hug. ‘I’m just gonna get it out the way - Alex and Damian are super excited about meeting you, so there’s no need to be shy.’
‘Us?’ Bucky’s jaw dropped. ‘You were excited about meeting us?’
‘And you were excited about meeting us?’ Alex’s tone was just as accusatory.
You intertwined your hand with Steve’s, dragging him inside the bar. The smell of stale beer and old tobacco initially made him draw back, but the air was warm and the atmosphere welcoming. The pub was filled with plush, red booths and the carpet looked like it was straight out of a nineteen-eighties adult film.
‘So, why this place?’ Sam asked, eyes darting between the ugly floor and aged decor.
‘There aren’t many places in New York that one of the world’s biggest bands and half of the Avengers can hang out.’ Steve replied. He was leant against the bar beside you, arm tightly around your waist.
‘Everyone in here is either too drunk to care or too old to know who any of us are.’ Damian added. ‘But now I think of it, we could have just hung out at Y/N’s.’
‘Yeah, but that would involve having to tidy up.’ The super soldier muttered under his breath. You elbowed him in the ribs, pouting.
After getting your drinks, you moved to a booth at the back of the bar. You and Steve were sat on the outside; he had his arm slewn across your shoulders, holding your hand in his. That was sort of your natural position now - it was the way you sat when you on the sofa in your apartment, and the way you dozed off at night.
It was odd to see your friends interacting so easily. Damian and Bucky were chortling about something, whilst Sam was grilling Alex with questions about your upcoming album. The fact that they’d initially been starstruck by each other had definitely helped to break the ice, and it wasn’t long before you were all lost in conversation.
‘So, you know that song from your first album?’ Bucky tapped your hand across the table to get your attention. ‘The one titled You Suck, You Bastard?’
You groaned. ‘Yeah?’
‘Who was it about?’
‘My high school boyfriend.’ You buried your head in Steve’s shoulder, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. ‘He might have fucked my best friend but the royalties from that song paid for my first car.’
‘Our Y/N is a bad-ass.’ Damian ruffled your hair. ‘And that should be a warning to you, Rogers.’
‘Definitely,’ Alex chimed in. ‘You hurt her, and you’ll have us to answer too.’
‘Alex is asthmatic as fuck and Damian has the structural integrity of a piece of spaghetti.’ You casually commented, taking a sip of your beer. ‘So really, you have nothing to worry about.’
The six of you continued to chat as the evening passed; Sam and Bucky had many questions about your music and stories from touring, whilst Alex and Damian were asking for 411 on superhero life. You and Steve, however, were engrossed in your own little bubble, simply watching them chat and laugh as you absent-mindedly worked your hands across each other.
Steve’s fingers were gently tracing the lines of the tattoos on your bare arms, warm hands working from your shoulders and down to your wrists. You, meanwhile, were occasionally playing with his fingers or nuzzling your head into his shoulder, barely even thinking about it. That was one thing you’d never get over: your bodies just kind of fitted together, like two pieces of a puzzle.
‘You okay, sweetheart?’ He murmured quietly into his ear.
You glanced at the group of people around you. It wasn’t something you’d ever imagined happening, but the energy between you felt right. Between Sam’s seriousness and Alex’s terrible jokes, and Damian’s constant questions and Bucky’s interest in your music, they could all bounce off of each other. It was like a group of old friends hanging out.
‘Never been better.’ You smiled.
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The following morning, you woke up underneath Steve. His legs were tangled between yours and the sheets, strong arms holding you to his chest as he quietly slept. His hair was sticking up in a thousand different directions, and you couldn’t help but pull a face at the large purple mark on his neck. Neither of you had been drunk the night before, but the intake of alcohol had certainly made you friskier than usual.
‘Mornin’, gorgeous,’ He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, barely bothering to open his eyes. He let go of you, rolling over to bury his head in the pillow on the other side of the bed.
‘Coffee?’ You asked, gently running a hand through his blonde tufts.
‘Coffee.’
Pulling his shirt over your torso, you fumbled around for a pair of leggings. You rubbed your eyes as you headed out into the living room, sliding open your bedroom door. The early morning light was streaming through the windows, washing the room in a dull, yellow glow. In addition to the blinding lustre, there was also a six-foot musician in your kitchen, preparing three mugs of coffee.
That was when you remembered that Damian had stayed over at yours. He often ended up crashing on your sofa, especially if he was having problems with his boyfriend - which was always (but it made for some good song writing material). He had his phone in one hand and a spoon in the other, and he was too engrossed in the device to notice your presence, so you cleared your throat.
‘Y/N!’ He jumped at the sound. ‘You’re trending!’
‘What is it this time?’ You snorted, reaching into the fridge for a carton of milk. ‘Last time it was because I accidentally trod on Harrison Ford’s foot at a red carpet event.’
‘It’s a bit more serious than that.’ Damian bit his lip. ‘Pictures of you and Steve have been all over Twitter.’
You let out a groan, head dropping into your hands. You knew it was bound to happen - you were both figures of public interest, and all of your previous relationships had been under the microscope of every gossip column in the city. Still, this was relationship wasn’t like your other ones. It was so much closer to your heart, and so much more personal. It had taken enough for you to tell your two best friends about it, let alone the entire world.
‘Perez fucking Hilton.’ You muttered under your breath, scrolling through an article titled Beauty and the Beast. ‘Why am I the beast? Have they seen Steve’s arms?’
‘I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.’ Damian took the phone from your hands, pulling you into a tight hug. ‘People love you, and they love Captain America.’
‘Yeah, but probably not together!’ You grumbled. ‘It’s like...the most random pairing ever.’
‘So? When have you ever cared what people think?’ He reasoned. ‘Trust me, Y/N, you and Steve are good together. I’ve seen you with people before but not like this.’
‘I better go tell him.’ You pulled from his embrace. ‘Thanks for making the coffee.’
‘Anytime, sweetheart.’ He pressed a kiss to your temple, before handing you the drinks and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom.
You were more worried about what Steve was going to think. You’d dealt with public relationships before, but he hadn’t. He had no clue what it was like to live under the intense watch of modern day social media. It wasn’t something you’d considered when you’d got involved - you’d been so entranced by him that you hadn’t stopped to think about the consequences.
Still, that wasn’t going to stop you. You’d made it this far, and you were happy. Whatever obstacles it was going to create, you felt confident in overcoming them.
‘I have news,’ you announced, dropping back into bed next to Steve.
He sat up, looking momentarily adorable as he rubbed his eyes. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Steve took the mug from your hand, frowning at your worried expression. You were chewing at your lip ring, something he knew you did whenever you were anxious.
‘What’s up, sweetheart?’ He asked gently, softly rubbing your shoulder. ‘Talk to me.’
‘They know, Steve.’
‘Who knows?’
‘The internet!’ You replied. ‘Someone saw us at the bar yesterday, and it’s gone viral.’
‘Oh.’ Steve’s brow furrowed, and he thought for a moment. He reached for the bedside table, grabbing his phone. He scrolled for a minute, examining some of the tweets and articles. ‘Yeah, they definitely know.’
‘I’m sorry.’ You flopped back into the pillow. ‘I know this probably isn’t what you wanted-’
‘- hey, baby, stop.’ He grabbed you by the waist, softly pulling you into his lap. He gently brushed his lips against yours, pushing a few strands of hair out your face. ‘You are the thing I want, and I’ll stick by that whatever crap is thrown our way.’
You paused for a minute, holding his gaze. ‘Does that mean I can post you on my Instagram?’
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Get Into My Music Taste - 8/5/20
I was looking at my “About Me” page again, and one of the things I touched on was how I wanted to include my music taste! I’ll filter it in throughout my blog too! With that being said, here’s one of my favorite (& longest) playlists 🥂
Shower Playlist 🚿
6LACK - East Atlanta Love Letter ft. Future
Adele - Chasing Pavements
Adele - Daydreamer
Alice Smith - The One
Alicia Keys - Empire State of Mind (Part II)
Alicia Keys - Show Me Love ft. 21 Savage
Alicia Keys - Un-thinkable (I’m Ready) ft. Drake
Angel - What Did You Hear ft. Tayler Green
Ari Lennox - Whipped Cream
Arin Ray - Reckless
Beyoncé - Blue
Beyoncé - Love Drought
Beyoncé - Me, Myself & I
Beyoncé - Mine ft. Drake
Beyoncé - Party ft. J. Cole
Beyoncé - Party ft. J. Cole (slowed & reverb)
Beyoncé - XO
Black Eyed Peas - Alive
BROCKHAMPTON - BLEACH (slowed & reverb)
Bryson Tiller - Run Me Dry (Clean)
Burna Boy - Ye
Calvin Harris - Slide ft. Frank Ocean & Migos (Clean)
Ceraadi - No Guidance (Remix)
Chance the Rapper - Juke Jam
Chance the Rapper - Summer Friends ft. Jeremih
Childish Gambino - Sober
Childish Gambino - Summertime Magic
Childish Gambino - Telegraph Ave (”Oakland” by Lloyd)
Chloe x Halle - Happy Without You
Chris Brown - Heartbreak on a Full Moon
Chris Brown - Hope You Do (Clean)
Chris Brown - Undecided (Clean)
Chris Brown, Young Thug - City Girls (Clean)
Chris Brown, Young Thug - Go Crazy (Clean)
Coldplay - Paradise
Coldplay - Viva La Vida
Daniel Caesar - Get You ft. Kali Uchis
Daniel Caesar - Loose
Daniel Caesar - Streetcar
Daniel Caesar - Transform ft. Charlotte Day Wilson
Daniel Caesar - Who Hurt You?
DaniLeigh - Easy (Remix) ft. Chris Brown
DDG - Meet Me In the Lobby
Dr. Dre - Nuthin’ But a “G” Thang ft. Snoop Dogg (Clean)
Drake - Chicago Freestyle ft. Giveon (Clean)
Drake - Fireworks ft. Alicia Keys (Clean)
Drake - From Time ft. Jhené Aiko (Clean)
Drake - Get It Together
Drake - Heat of the Moment
Drake - Houstatlantavegas
Drake - Look What You’ve Done (Clean)
Drake - Make Me Proud ft. Nicki Minaj (Clean)
Drake - Own It
Drake - Passionfruit (Edited)
Drake - Shut It Down ft. The Dream
Drake - The Resistance (Clean)
Dreamville - Self Love ft. Ari Lennox
Elijah Blake - Rendezvous
Ella Mai - Naked
Eric Bellinger - MooD
Erykah Badu - Green Eyes
Fergie - Glamorous
Frank Ocean - Chanel
Frank Ocean - Godspeed
Frank Ocean - Ivy
Frank Ocean - Nature Feels
Frank Ocean - Pilot Jones
Frank Ocean - Provider
Frank Ocean - Super Rich Kids
Frank Ocean - White Ferrari
Frank Sinatra - I’ve Never Been In Love Before
Gabzy - COCO ft. BOJ
The Internet - Go With It
H.E.R. - Avenue
H.E.R. - Focus
H.E.R. - Jungle (Remix)
H.E.R. - Still Down
India.Arie - Get It Together
J. Cole - In The Morning ft. Drake (slowed & reverb)
J.Cole - Nobody’s Perfect ft. Missy Elliott (Clean)
J.Cole - Sparks Will Fly ft. Jhené Aiko
J Hus - Did You See
Jazmine Sullivan - Insecure ft. Bryson Tiller (Clean)
Jhené Aiko - B.S. ft. H.E.R.
Jhené Aiko - July ft. Drake
Jhené Aiko - Never Call Me
Jhené Aiko - Stay Ready (What a Life) ft. Kendrick Lamar
Jhené Aiko - Triggered Freestyle (slowed & reverb)
Jhené Aiko - While We’re Young (Clean)
John Legend - Another Again
John Legend - Ordinary People
Jónsi - Tornado
Jorja Smith - Carry Me Home
Juice Wrld - Feeling (slowed & reverb)
Justin Timberlake - Suit & Tie (Radio Edit)
Justin Timberlake - Until the End of Time ft. Béyonce
K CAMP - Ice Cold
Katy Perry - Teenage Dream
Keane - Somewhere Only We Know
Kendrick Lamar - All the Stars ft. SZA (Clean)
Kendrick Lamar - Big Shot ft. Travis Scott (Clean)
Kendrick Lamar - LOVE. ft. Zacari
Kendrick Lamar - Poetic Justice ft. Drake (Clean)
Kevin Lasean - OMW
Khalid - Talk
Khalid - This Way ft. H.E.R. (Clean)
Kish - Heaven ft. Tiana Musarra
Lady Gaga - You & I (Acoustic)
Lauryn Hill - Ex-Factor
Lauryn Hill - To Zion
Leon Bridges - Inside Friend
Leon Bridges - Lisa Sawyer
Leon Bridges - River
Lianne La Havas - What You Don’t Do (Tom Misch Remix)
Little Dragon - Twice
Luke James - Drip (Remix) ft. A$AP Ferg
Mark Keali’i Ho’omalu - He Mele No Lilo
Meek Mill - Dangerous ft. Jeremih & Pnb Rock (Clean)
Mereba - Sandstorm ft. JID
Michael Jackson - Rock With You
Miguel - Adorn
Miguel - Banana Clip
Miguel - How Many Drinks?
Mr. Eazi - Skintight
Mura Masa - I’ll Be Alright (Tonight)
Noah North - Sunset
OneInThe4Rest - Jiu Jitsu ft. Chris Brown (Clean)
Palace - Trouble On The Water (Live From Hoxa)
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Ballin’
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Belong to the City
PARTYNEXTDOOR - East Liberty
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Grown Woman
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Her Way
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Let’s Get Marred
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Make a Mil
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Nothing Easy to Please
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Girl From Oakland
PARTYNEXTDOOR - Jus Know ft. Travis Scott
Post Malone - Sunflower ft. Swae Lee
Post Malone - White Iverson (Clean)
Pixie Lott - Broken Arrow
Playboi Carti - Foreign (slowed & reverb)
Rihanna - Get It Over With
Rihanna - Loveeeeeee Song ft. Future
Rihanna - No Love Allowed
Rihanna - What’s My Name? ft. Drake
Sam Smith - Dancing With a Stranger ft. Normani
Sam Smith - Nirvana
Sam Takesoff - Bad Ting
Sevyn Streeter - Don’t Kill The Fun ft. Chris Brown
Sevyn Streeter - It Won’t Stop ft. Chris Brown
Solange - Almeda
Solange - Cranes in the Sky
Solange - Don’t Touch My Hair
Solange - F.U.B.U.
Solange - Mad ft. Lil Wayne
Solange - Rise
Solange - Stay Flo
Solange - Weary
Solange - Where Do We Go
Sonder - Morning Rain
Sounds of Blackness - Optimistic
Summer Walker - Girls Need Love
Summer Walker - Wasted
SZA - 20 Something (slowed & reverb)
Tekno - Duro
Tekno - Jogodo
Teyana Taylor - Bare Wit Me
Teyana Taylor - Gonna Love Me
Teyana Taylor - Issues/Hold On
Tiwa Savage - Ma Low ft. Wizkid & Spellz
Toni Braxton - Long As I Live
Tyga - Still Got It ft. Drake (Clean)
Wale - Bad (Remix) ft. Rihanna (Clean)
Warren G - Regulate
Wolftyla - All Tinted
Xaviar Omär - Blind Man ft. SPZRKT
Yxng Bane - Rihanna
Znuié - Good Days ft. Lil Jamez
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The Cap² Writing Challenge
It’s that time of year again when we’re gifted with Captain America fics and challenges! (Something about July 4th, I hear 😉) So the darling @justsomebucky and I have teamed up to host one for the two best Caps in the MCU.
Anyone & everyone is welcome to join! New writers, old masters, and everyone in between! We just ask that you reblog this post so others can see and play!
The Rules:
Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson reader inserts only - it’s a Cap challenge!
1 prompt per person
Each prompt may be claimed once for each Cap (e.g. prompt 4 can be claimed by JSB to write Steve x reader, and by Mee to write for Sam x reader. Make sense?)
Any length, any genre, can be canon or AU
Rules on smut: must be 18+ if you include it, absolutely no non-con, no underage characters engaging in le smut. All fics with smut will be noted as such in the challenge masterlist.
Use warnings in your author note if they apply!
Use a Keep Reading insert!!!
There’s no deadline to enter, but all fics must be posted by July 14, 2019
How to enter:
Send an ask with prompt number and Steve or Sam to either @imhereforbvcky or @justsomebucky
When you post:
@ us and use the tag #cap2challenge
Of course, you should use your prompt or song in the fic (whether you include lyrics is up to you)
Dialogue Prompts:
"I will give you everything in my pockets if, just for tonight, you hold my hand and say that you love me." (Steve = @angryteapot, Sam = @fangirlextraordinaire)
“Well, I didn’t know I needed you until five minutes ago, so…” (Steve = @girl-next-door-writes)
“I’m not willing to risk you.” (Steve = @wxntersoldiers, Sam = @to-mars-and-saturn)
“I didn’t think it would explode.” (Sam = @until-theend-oftheline, Steve = @agent-styles)
"You've never smiled at me like that." (Steve = @siren-kitten-his)
“I’m just here for the snacks.” (Steve = @buckybarnes-xyou, Sam = @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics)
"If I can just stay still I might be all right. As soon as I move, it's all over." (Steve = @iliveiloveiwrite)
“Is it okay if I bring my dog?” (Steve = @fk12b, Sam = @ironmandeficiency)
"The longer you stay here, the more danger you are in." (Sam = @buckygrantbarnes, Steve = @whothehellisbella)
"You know the nearest hospital is twenty miles from here, right?” (Sam = @beccaanne814, Steve = @buckthegrump)
"Be safe, if you can be." (Steve = @ theliveshipparagon)
“Why would you go back? I’m standing right here.” (Steve = @one-armed-ice-soldier)
"It's alright, I'm a nurse." (Steve = @captainsbuck)
“Excuse me, this is my moment!” (Steve = @fandomwritings-cm13, Sam = @justsomebucky)
"If you really wanted me to believe you were friendly, you'd drop the gun." (Sam = @avengersandlovers, Steve = @coffeebucko)
"If you don't get out of my car right now, you're getting a wet willie." (Sam = @macklovesu)
“So you expect me to help you?” (Steve = @captainamericasbeard, Sam = @akamaiden)
"Is that a horse?! Do I look like a cowboy to you?" (Steve = @thelookingglassalice, Sam = @imhereforbvcky)
"No way! I'm off the clock." (Sam & Steve poly = @avengerscompound)
“I really love your laugh.” (Steve = @teachingpanda)
“That was very un-Captain-America-like behavior.” (Sam = @empyreanwritings, Steve = @sergeanttucker)
“Tell me you didn’t just admit that out loud!?” (Steve = @averyrogers83)
“You thought that would hurt my feelings? Well, you were right.” (Sam = @redgillan, Steve = @littlemarvelfics)
“The most ridiculous part of this whole situation is that I love you.” (Steve = @whistlingwillows)
“Is that the best you can do?” (Sam & Steve poly = @brastrangled)
Songs Prompts:
S1. Say You Love Me by Jessie Ware S2. Silence by Marshmello ft Khalid (Steve = @sorry-didnt-mean-to-stab-you) S3. This Mountain by Faouzia S4. Make Me Feel by Janelle Monáe (Steve = @interstellarmess) S5. Riot by Sarah Haze
Have fun!!!
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Prompt: team/friends bonding/game night playing blackjack, except whoever goes bust first gets a penalty truth or dare. Nat picks date every time and this one is no different. She’s dared to give someone a lap dance. Roll the roulette wheel of muses and pick who gets it! by @bokketo .
‘ Your dare is to perform a lap dance — on . . . ’ Sharon scans the group deliberately, moving from one face to another until she lands on Sam attempting to hide behind the neck of his beer. ‘ Sam ! ’ she says gleefully.
Sam is the drunkest one out of the lot of them, and he’s still not drunk enough for this. These nights tend to get rowdy all on their own — with or without the consumption of alcohol, and Thor wasn’t present to fuel that side of the night. Sam’s been sticking to a healthy balance between truth and dare, unlike the rest of the bunch who were far less forthcoming with their truths and a little too eager for their dares. When Natasha’s turn comes around again, Sam thinks he’s safe for a little while longer. Another round to go at least, before he potentially loses his hand and is faced with the consequence. But this time — Natasha’s dare is double edged, and Sharon throws his name into the mix.
During one their earlier game nights they’d had to establish the rule that a dare was able to be forfeited if any personal boundaries were violated. This came after a game of spin the bottle had landed on one of the members of a rather well established couple in the group ( and Steve grew thunderous at the thought of anyone sneaking a kiss onto Bucky, whether it be a dare or not. ) Sam very well has the option to back out, and so does Natasha — but they don’t. And Sharon knew that, that conniving little —
Natasha pours herself into his lap, settling warm and solid on his hips. There’s nowhere for his hands to go but on either side of his seat ( which was just weird ) or her waist, after someone ( Steve ) helpfully takes his drink away. Someone else turns up the music that’s been playing in the background, a dulcet rhythm and blues mix that provides the perfect temp for Natasha to start rolling her hips to, a hand placed on Sam’s shoulder to keep steady. Aware that his face was mere inches from her breasts, he tip his head up. Maybe God can help him. But then there are gentle fingers coaxing his head forward again, and Natasha smiles at him as she runs them over his cheek, and lips. Sam takes in a long, calculated breath, as his body reacts to their physical closeness. It would’ve been uncomfortable if not for the fact that this closeness is what he’s been craving for so long. He was too busy, too much of a gentleman ( or prude ) to even consider doing anything about it, though. The fact that Natasha was serving it up for him, right in his lap, makes it hard to think, let alone control certain reactions like blood flow.
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Kinktober Masterlist
**Note: most of these are written for CF!Reader (cis female) unless stated otherwise**
2017
Day 1: Spanking - Cassian Andor
Day 2: Dirty Talk - Bodhi Rook
Day 3: Public - Poe Dameron
Day 4: Begging - Lance Tucker
Day 5: Cuckolding - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Day 6: Bondage - Chase Collins
2018
Day 1: Face-Sitting - Bucky Barnes
Day 2: Begging - Matt Solo (Solo Triplets AU)
Day 3: Edgeplay - Cable
Day 4: Mirror Sex - Ben Solo
Day 5: Sadism/Masochism - Billy Russo
Day 6: Daddy - Poe Dameron
Day 7: Praise Kink - Dr. Carlton Drake
Day 8: Hate-fucking/Angry Sex - Loki
Day 9: Lingerie - Hux
Day 10: Hair-pulling - Bruce Banner
Day 11: Object Insertion - Kylo Ren
Day 12: Licking - Clint Barton
Day 13: Gags - Thor
Day 14: Cunnilingus - Sam Wilson
Day 15: Uniforms - Steve Rogers
Day 16: Frottage - Finn ft. Poe Dameron
Day 17: Masturbation - Bodhi Rook
Day 18: Role Reversal - Scott Lang
Day 19: Public - Cassian Andor
Day 20: Dirty Talk - Lance Tucker
Day 21: Food Play - Obi-Wan Kenobi
Day 22: Hand Jobs - Chris Beck
Day 23: Scars - Jefferson/Mad Hatter
Day 24: Shower/Bath - Frank Castle
Day 25: Boot Worship - Young Lando Calrissian
Day 26: Roleplay - Doctor Strange
Day 27: Against a wall - Chase Collins
Day 28: Stripping/Striptease - Erik “Killmonger” Stevens
Day 29: Double (Or more) Penetration - Stucky
Day 30: Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose - Tony Stark
Day 31: Any combination of the above! - Bucky Barnes
2020
Day 1: Choking - Bucky Barnes
Day 2: Dirty Talk - Chubby!Bucky Barnes
Day 3: Daddy Kink - Aaron Hotchner
Day 4: Spanking - Chubby!Bucky Barnes
Day 5: Mirror Kink - Derek Morgan
Day 6: Brat/Brat Tamer - Billy Russo
Day 7: Breeding - Santiago “Pope” Garcia
Day 8: Fem!Dom - Poe Dameron
Day 9: Overstimulation - Spencer Reid (AFAB!Reader)
Day 10: Cockwarming - Spencer Reid (AFAB!Reader)
Day 11: Blowjob - Sam Wilson (GN!Reader)
Day 12: Ice Play - Diego Hargreeves (GN!Reader)
Day 13: Cuckolding - Santiago “Pope” Garcia and Frankie “Catfish” Morales
Day 14: Biting - Bucky Barnes (GN!Reader)
Day 15: Voyeurism - Din Djarin
Day 16: Public Sex - Maxwell Lord
Day 17: Anonymous Encounters/Roleplay - Poe Dameron (GN!Reader)
Day 18: Predator/Prey - Billy Russo
Day 19: Rope Bondage/Orgasm Denial - Steve Rogers (GN!Reader)
Day 20: Food Play - Sam Wilson (GN!Reader)
Day 21: Knife Play - Diego Hargreeves (GN!Reader)
Day 22: Praise - Chubby!Bucky Barnes
Day 23: Uniform - Frankie Morales
Day 24: Roleplay - Spencer Reid
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Everything We Lost
ao3 link here
Ahem endgame who
So, Infinity War destroyed my crops, murdered my family and spat in my face. So, I tried relieving myself with this sadkdfkshs. I don’t read the comics so,,,beware you hardcore ultras.
Also disappointment about how no one's torn The Winter Soldier theme from CATWS apart FNAF style is ruining my life as well. Heavy dialogue (i think) and lots of hyphens lmaoo. Enjoy. and don’t plagiarize of course
Summary: Bucky wakes up in the Soul Stone.
Insp: Nothing Lasts by Taska Black ft. Pauline Herr
Back to the other end, when we fell down
We could not believe we would lose it all
Now the dreams are gone, and faith has drowned
Everything we lost and we never found
Everything we lost and we never found
Uh, Steve…?
Bucky had been expecting one of two things: either the scorching flames of punishment and retribution or the gentle white of warmth and peace, maybe even forgiveness. Definitely not orange. Definitely not a reflective, watery floor under a similarly hued sky that radiated a gnawing hunger and desolation. At least, that was the aura this realm gave off to him.
The sky was full of arriving ashes. They swirl and plummet, becoming people. So many people. So much noise.
The crowd swells around him, people flickering in and out of sight like glitching ghosts. Some cry while hugging themselves. Others stare at their limbs; Bucky having done the same once he stood up. Their cries and shouts drill into his head, and for a weird minute, he thought he was in Hell.
"Cassie, where—Cassie!"
"Darcy! Jane!"
"Bill? Bill, what's happened—where are you?"
"Harley?"
"Excuse me—"
Before he can start his own calls, he whirls to face an elderly woman.
Like him, she seems dazed, eyes wide and watery.
"I'm looking for my husband, I—"
He chokes on a scream. She dissolves into ash, his own being following suit.
There's no description for being pushed out of existence, but that's how he would word it.
Time freezes, and it was like he didn't have to breathe, he couldn't. He couldn't see, or hear, or feel and it felt bad. But how could he be sure of that if he couldn't feel at all? Yet, in a split second, it was seemingly…over. He stands, palpable as ever. He almost heaves over the poor woman, holding her slash leaning on her.
"My God," she wheezes. "What was that?"
"I'm…not sure. But, sorry about that," he shakes his head. "What, uh—does your husband look like?”
Stuttering, she catches her breath. Her eyes flick past him and widen. "Ava!"
A younger woman bursts through the crowd, spinning almost comically. "Yes? Bill?"
The elder woman raises her arm and the girl freezes, recognition steadying her face. "Van Dyne..."
The woman looks her over frantically. "Are you okay? Are you alright? Are you in any pain?"
"No, not exactly. What's happening?"
"I'm not...sure."
"Janet," an elderly man shoves through, held by a young woman. “Janet!”
"Mom?"
"Hank! Jellybean," she cries. Before bolting, she places a hand over Bucky's. "Found them. Thank you."
He tries his best to smile. "No problem."
Ducking his head, he tries to move away, eyeing the sky, the people.
Ashes clump and disassemble, and he remains silent, calling no one. He only stares as he pushes through the groups of people, tripping to a stop before he ran over a poor man as he plummeted just in front of him. Muttering a few 'excuse mes', the world seems to shift. Again, his being, along with everyone else, crumbles into ash. His lungs disappear, and he chokes in momentary oblivion.
Yelping makes him spin.
A girl falls to her knees next to him, her voice hoarse. “What—what—no—what’s—Brother?"
Bucky’s stomach vanishes. “Princess.”
Large, wet eyes snap up to him, revealing the stricken face of Shuri Udaku.
“Bucky?”
Her orange blouse almost camouflages with the light, torn in a few spots. Her trembling hand rises, and he meets it, helping her up.
They hold each other as they crumble into nothingness. When they reform, she sobs.
“What is happening? What is going on?”
“I don’t know,” he rubs her back gently. “Are you okay?”
“No, I—I’m sorry—this is all—insane,” she hiccups. “First, those things got in while I was working on Vision and I got hit, so I pretended to stay down—”
“Wait, they got to Vision?”
Her head shakes. “He—he escaped. I shut down the extraction. I couldn’t get it out in time. My guards couldn’t take the—the thing that got to us and I had to leave it in. I tried fighting back, but I got hit. I heard the window shatter—and then, when I tried hiding, everyone started turning into this and—”
She jumps at him again with a cry.
Silence rings in their minds, the whisper of air hissing in their ears as they resurface. Falling back down into actuality, they gasp for air.
“We really need to get out of here,” they chorus.
With a wet chuckle, she holds his left hand. “Are you okay? I’m sorry—there’s…a lot going on.”
“Yeah, I’m having trouble processing all this, too,” he glances around. “And I’m…okay. For the most part. Got blown back by Thanos, but I lived.”
She nods with a hum, turning his hand. “Working okay?”
He smiles, squeezing her hand lightly. “Perfect. Even…wherever the Hell this is.”
As the ashes rise around them, he tries to hold them both together, failing spectacularly. But as they came back together, he accidentally made them stumble back into someone.
"Man, watch where you're going..."
He wheezes, red goggles and a flight vest intruding his vision. "Wilson?"
“Falcon,” Shuri’s grip is tight.
Dark eyes brighten. "Princess. Barnes," Sam pants. "Just my luck. Guess this is Hell. Well, maybe not since she’s here, but."
Bucky smirks. "Too bad. Was really looking forward to take a dip in a lake of sulfur.”
"Hilarious—"
The air hisses into a deafening silence as they fell apart again. They tried latching to each other, ice overriding their senses as they dissipated in one another's grasp.
The cluster of people phases and glitches. With a crack, their forms break into ashes and reassemble hauntingly.
"Man, what the hell is going on?" Sam stumbles into him. Shuri helps steadying him as he hugs himself for a moment, rubbing his arms roughly. "What the hell is this place?"
"Beats me," he grits.
“It’s not Earth, I think.” Shuri trembles. “I don’t have any of my scanners on me—”
She gasps, whirling. They crane their necks just as the air hissed and hacked above again. Ashes rose, voices becoming distant. Snapping back into arrangement, two women in red appeared before them.
A Dora Milaje holds the hand of another collapsed, young woman, shouting into the air.
"Ayo," Bucky and Shuri chorus.
The warrior turns, startled.
"White Wolf, Falcon—Princess!"
The young woman on the ground peers dejectedly over her shoulder, conceding to Ayo's pulling.
They speed to each other, staring warily at the sky.
"Well, I'm not quite sure if it is safe to say that I'm glad to see you here," Ayo addresses, dried tear tracks on her face. She cups Shuri’s face, bringing her in for an embrace.
"Well," Sam glances around. "It's not exactly Hell, so I think we're safe. You haven’t found Banner or anybody else?"
“Yeah, maybe he could tell us where this is.” Bucky nods. “Or what is this.”
"We are far from that," the young woman's voice is thick. "Hell, that is. And Banner’s…not here."
"Maximoff," Sam says gently. "You know what it does?"
"I know some of what it can do. This is the Soul Stone. I'm closer to the Mind Stone, but I know that this," she lightly spins her hand, churning ashes. "Is just the start of its work."
"In any case, I don't want to be here when it finishes its warm-up, " Ayo snorts. She turns and lets out another call, listening, hoping.
"What else can it do?" Sam leans forward.
"Nothing,” she shrugs. “At least, I think that’s it. The Soul Stone grants its user control over all souls in the Universe. We’re inside the pocket dimension inside it. Like a storage facility.”
"Got it," he says. "Anything on Vision?"
She flinches. "He’s…his consciousness is in the Mind Stone. He won't be anywhere in here."
"So, this is the Soul Stone. It eats souls basically," Bucky provides. "And it’s not going to use us to amplify its power or anything, right?"
"That’s the Power Stone," she shrugs again, weakly. “And…it might. Using our souls to amplify the other Stones’ powers doesn’t sound too absurd.”
He sighs through his nose. She’s lost a lot. All of them have, and he lets his heart ache momentarily.
The tired, perplexed look on Steve face flashes across his mind and he blinks it away.
“Don’t give it any ideas, Barnes.” Sam mumbles.
Bucky hears it, along with the manic whispers of some guy walking behind him.
“It’s okay, Sebastian. You just got a little bit too drunk. God, I just hope I don’t get mugged…”
He wishes he could live with that level of ignorance, for a little while longer anyway. His desire got swept away as a blobby…elf…person landed tripped beside him and immediately stumbled to its feet, resuming its foreign yelling.
"Well, one thing's for sure. This ain't no afterlife." Sam stares after it. "Pretty sure all languages would be mutually intelligible under Father God's roof."
“So, we know what’s happening,” Shuri hugs herself. “But the only why I can think of is…the worst.”
Wanda rubs her eyes. “Yeah. It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
All of them flinch when a wave of ash crashes above them, assembling into human shapes.
“O Great Bast,” Ayo almost doubles over. “We’ve lost.”
"Okay, okay, but let’s keep it together,” Sam goes to help her. “If Thanos did this with the gauntlet, then I’m assuming the only way to reverse it is doing the same thing. But…I don’t how he did this.”
“He snapped his fingers,” Wanda glared at her watery reflection. “I saw him do it. Thor landed his ax in his chest, but the bastard was still alive and—"
They freeze at the sound of roaring and trumpets filling the air and Bucky frowns at the massive cloud above.
"Wanda,” Bucky utters. “When you said all souls—”
Shuri follows his gaze. “Oh, Bast.”
“No,” Sam breathes. “Is that—are those—"
Bucky snatches Shuri, practically tearing Sam’s arm off. “Move, move, move!”
Animals fall from the ashes.
People scream and scatter.
With red light at her fingers, Wanda dissuades the lions, wolves, bears, hippos, and cassowaries that run too close. Elephants were the most obvious, and the roars from lions and tigers were loud enough to tell anyone where not to run.
She and Ayo run at a crowd, the water rippling from the stampede of horses and wildebeests people parted to let through.
“Make a force field,” Ayo yelled. “Sayefa! Sayefa!”
“I’m tired, you know,” a wall of red still rises, her face wincing. “I might hurt them…”
“They might hurt us,” Sam pants behind them, rolling his shoulder before clutching his knees. “Almost tore my arm off…”
“Sorry,” Bucky sets Shuri down.
"It's raining cats and dogs," his voice breaks with a bitter wheeze, gaping at the cascade of hooves around them. "Man, this place is something else."
As more people and animals appear, Bucky feels the air.
It’s not becoming...crowded. There definitely are a lot of people here, but there's also a lot of space. Too much.
A series of distant trills rise into the air, echoing.
"Sayefa! Ha hoo! Sayefa! Ha hoo!"
Shuri gasps, whirling as Ayo lets out a sharp sigh. "Oh, thank Bast.”
“Wakandaaa!"
"Sayefa! Ha hoo! Sayefa! Ha hoo!"
Bucky stumbles back as the atmosphere snaps again. His ashes fly in a brief, stormy sea.
The neighing and groaning of the animals was distant, as if he were underwater. And then, the roaring of humans was loud enough to startle him back into clarity.
Wanda and Sam flank him firmly. Wanda's hand grips his arm, face pale, perturbed.
Ayo wanders out of the shield as they see T'Challa emerging from a crowd, his warriors, along with some Jabari, following closely.
With a holler from T’Challa, a group of them charged, blanket shields flickering. Together, using nothing but their bodies and voices, they herd the poor beasts into small groups.
A few mares, foals, and stallions break away, only to be met with more men and Dora Milaje. Even the hollering of some civilians rises into the air as they seemed to join them. Expertly, they dodge both species’ bucking and rearing, their shouts scattering as they corralled them.
Crowds of people cheer and clap from a distance, relief warming Bucky’s chest.
The King commands, “Yibambe!”
“Yibambe,” they all echo.
“Yibambe!”
“Yibambe!”
Shuri bolts in his direction and Bucky barely makes out the King’s soft, “Oh, no.”
"My King," Ayo calls, tailing the Princess.
T'Challa takes them for a brief embrace, and Bucky hears the clicks of isiXhosa.
"You fought well, Dora. You fought well for me and your country. We must now regroup. Find out what we can do. Be strong. Bast’s presence and power reside in me still. However, it feels...different. She is closer, but She is farther."
"Do not lose Her, Your Highness," Ayo pleads. Her arms cross over her chest, head bowed.
"Your Highness," Sam holds out his hand.
"I am not quite sure if I am glad to see some familiar faces in this place," T'Challa takes their hands in a strong shake. "But I suppose it tells us what we all feared," he looks around, face saddening at the sight of his warriors. "We have lost. And we are in a place beyond our current understanding."
"I am Groot," an odd, tree stump-like head appears behind him. It blinks at them with large, dark eyes.
Bucky was sure he'd seen it all after spinning a bipedal raccoon like Julie Andrews on the mountains to shoot a barrage of aliens. Said raccoon trying to buy his gun and his arm afterward. But now, he was completely sure he was done. Apparently, the talking tree from Pocahontas was real, too.
"And here is something else beyond my understanding," T'Challa sighs. "I don't know what it's saying."
"I am Groot," it seems to complain.
“Yep,” nods Sam. “Not an afterlife.”
“Wow, Brother,” Shuri smiles wetly. “You were meeting aliens without me? That’s unfair. Hello, Groot?”
"I am Groot," The tree nods at her and proceeds to poke T'Challa's suit. "I am Groot."
"Uh, it is vibranium,” the siblings chorus. “It is a very strong metal."
The tree points at Bucky. "I am Groot?"
"That is vibranium as well," the king's lip twitches.
"I am Groot," it taps his suit, gesturing and shrugging. "I am Groot. I am Groot." It looks at Bucky again, pointing at its own arm. "I am Groot?"
Bucky's head shakes. "I'm sorry?"
"I am Groot?"
"I'm sorry—your name is...Groot?"
The tree face deadpans at him. And he has to stomp on the embarrassment as everyone else also throws him blank looks.
The tree roars, "I am Groot!"
Sam pushes his shoulder. "Man, stop pissing off the tree alien!"
"Don't touch me—look, I don't know what it's saying, I just wanted to make sure—"
"I am Groot," Groot sighs exasperatedly. "I am Groot." It points at his arm and Sam's wings. "I am Groot. I am Groot."
"I'm—I'm Bucky." Confusion trickles through him.
The stump head shakes. "I am Groot. I am Groot. I—am—Groot."
"He's warning you about your arm and your wings," Wanda blinks with a small frown. She steps away, breathing shakily. "He says Rocket will try to buy and steal them."
"I am Groot,” it—he, apparently—gasps. “I am Groot—I am Groot!"
"I am, but this landscape is—it's amorphous. They could be at the very ends of it for all we know. I can't even sense how far it reaches."
The tree sags. "I am Groot..."
"Who the hell's Rocket?" asks Sam.
"The raccoon," it clicks in Bucky's head. "We helped each other out a while ago. And," he takes a breath. "He already tried."
Groot shakes his head again. He seemed to be smiling with what Bucky thinks is fondness. "I am Groot."
Sam gives him a glare he'd gotten used to. "Think I missed you fighting aliens with a rodent."
He shrugs. "Fine. Don't believe me."
"I am Groot," Groot chastises.
"Not a rodent, " Wanda's lips twitch. "Got it."
The air shakes violently and they cling to each other.
"I am Groot," he shrieks. "I am Groot!"
"I wouldn't want to die a second death either," she grits. "But—"
Around them, the shape of people flickers briefly, ash crashing in waves. They break and fall apart. And when they come back, on the watery surface, a small pagoda appears in the middle of them all, a rectangular, shimmering, translucent wall encasing it.
"What now?" Sam growls.
"There's…someone there," Bucky narrows his eyes.
Wanda leans forward. "A little—girl?"
"I am Groot? I am Groot! I am Groot!"
"’It’s Gamora’?" She stutters. "Who’s Gamora?"
Ash falls, and then, people were in front of the structure, yelling the name inside. A man's yell rises above the rest.
"Gamora—Gamora, it's me! It's Quill! Sweetheart, please..."
"Quill, you will not get to her," a woman with large eyes and antennae pulls on his arm. "There's too much pain—I can't do anything about it!"
"Mantis, come on, please—"
The little girl only stays with her back turned to them.
And then, Groot was yelling and running. "I am Groot! I am Groooot!"
"Groot," a larger man turns.
At least, Bucky thinks it’s a man.
Biped, broad, skin color wasn’t human though. Different culture, maybe?
Regardless, that man spins, looking in all directions. Red eyes land on the running flora-alien and his hand rises, pointing in their direction.
"Groooot!"
Wanda starts at a fast pace. T'Challa shouts an order to his soldiers and keeps pace with her as Shuri, Bucky and Sam follow.
"The large man," Wanda sniffs. "Is Drax. The woman is Mantis. And the man is Quill."
"And the other dude in red?" Sam cranes his neck.
"He didn't say."
"What dude?" Bucky frowns.
"He's," Sam stutters. "I just saw—man, this place is messing with my tech, too! There was another guy. Right there…Princess, do you think you check these out? I know you don’t have tools or whatever, but maybe you can figure out the wiring maybe?”
“Uh, sure,” Shuri squints as his goggles, pouting slightly. “How come you got to keep your tech…”
"Sorry,” his lip twitches. “I don’t know. But I guess we got more allies?"
Bucky shrugs again.
"Let us hope so," T'Challa says.
Groot sprints ahead of them. "I am Groot! I am Groot!"
Quill spins, sprinting with Drax and Mantis. "Groot? Oh, my God!"
"Groooot!"
Bucky relaxes his fist as Groot collides with them in a large embrace. Their questions drown each other's, and it occurs to him that this was a family.
"My God, what happened—"
"—I am Groot—"
"—Are you okay—"
"—Where is Thor—"
"—What about Rocket—"
"I am Groot! I am Groot!" Groot sobs, clinging to the man Wanda called Quill.
"Man," he breathes. "What the hell is happening?"
"That's the million-dollar question," Bucky says.
Quill looks up and narrows his eyes. He glances between him and the rest as they approach, a faint recognition lighting up his face.
"Quill, right?" Sam tries, sticking out his hand. The man eyes it for a moment before eyeing his goggles. "Name's Falcon. I also go by Sam."
The man in the red coat peers over his group and the woman Bucky noted was Mantis smiles, nodding.
With another quick once-over, he takes Sam's hand. “Yeah, I'm Quill. Let me guess. You guys are the Avengers, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Sam pulls him up.
"Don't sell yourself short," Bucky shakes his hand next. "Everybody who fought today might as well be an Avenger, too. Name's Bucky."
Quill once again blinks rapidly, frowning at his prosthetic. "Thanks. And sorry about lookin' at you like that. That's—that's just gnarly to look at. Oh, wait is gnarly an insult now? I don’t know. I meant to say your arm's cool and stuff—God, sorry, Buck. But, nah. See, my group here, we got our own thing. That's Drax, and Mantis, and I guess you've already met Groot."
"We," Drax gestures. "Are the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy."
"We kick names and take ass," Mantis puts a proud arm around Groot.
Bucky elbows Sam when he snorts, stepping away with a blank face as the man's eyes narrow dangerously.
Quill winces as he finishes taking Wanda's hand and takes T'Challa's. "Jesus, she's working on that. But, quick question. Did Thor, Groot, and Rocket ever make it to you guys?"
"Yes, they did." T'Challa nods. "And they made quite the entrance, too. They all fought valiantly alongside us. I am T'Challa, King of Wakanda."
"Whoa—King?" He stiffens. "Do I—do we gotta bow or something?"
"I am Groot—"
"—We don't do that," they chorus.
"Of course Thor fought valiantly," Drax sighs, crossing his arms and looking forlornly to the sky. "To underestimate that sculpture of a man is an act of utmost sacrilege."
Bucky glances at Sam, the other man's brows knitting together and studying the air.
"Technically, he's a god but—you know what, okay. Aight. That's fine."
"Rocket tried to buy my arsenal," Bucky mutters, glancing down.
"Yeah," Quill's lips twitch again. "He does that—"
"I am Groot! I am Groot!"
"Yeah, but I don’t really know what that is. Say it again; vibra—what? Vibrium?”
"I am Groot," Groot shrugs. "I am Groot. I am Groot."
Quill stares at T'Challa. "Huh, that’s cool. He says your suits made out of it but—" He glances between Bucky's arm and T'Challa. "They look so different. Rocket’d kill to get his hands on this stuff. ‘course, he’d usually just steal them when you’re not looking—oh, wait. Avengers. Hey, Spider-Man! Spider-Man, come back! We found your Avenger buddies!"
"Spider..." Bucky stiffens.
"Wait, Avenger bud—he's not..." The words die in Sam's mouth as the lanky figure makes its way out of the crowd, the white patches widening.
"Hey, look who's here." Quill points. "You know these guys? And did you find him?"
"Uh, no, nah, I—I didn't see him anywhere," the voice broke, clearly shaken. "And Quill, I couldn't find a way in. I even tried digging—"
"'ey 'ey 'ey, relax. Calm down," Quill grabs his shoulder, glancing at the pagoda. "We'll get to her, too, eventually. We just gotta…we just gotta cool it. Steady, alright? We'll get her. But, uh, here. Here's Falcon—Sam, and Bucky and King T'Challa, his little sister Shuri and Wanda. Did I get that right?"
They all nod and he elbows Spider-Man. "Better at names than you are. By the way, don't you have a cool, superhero name, too, Wanda?"
"Scarlet Witch," she choruses with Spider-Man.
The Spider manages a weak chuckle. "Hey...Mr. Barnes. Mr. Wilson."
"Eh, just Sam's fine, man."
"Yeah, just Bucky's fine." Bucky holds out his hand.
The guy takes it, grip light.
It sort of freaks him out, and he didn't know why. Until his mask retreated downwards, and Bucky remembers.
The tear-stricken face of a young boy meets his eyes.
"Just Peter's fine for me, I guess."
With a shared glance, Bucky and Sam's gazes soften.
"Oh, so I share my name with the Footloose hater?" Quill shoulders him again gently.
Peter forces another smile, wiping away tears. "I thought your name was Star Lord? Or...Quill?"
"My real name, or earthen name, or whatever, is Peter. Peter Quill. You can just...you can just call me Quill. That way, no one gets confused."
"Yeah," Peter nods, sniffling. "Good idea."
"So, you got roped into this, too, huh?" Sam crosses his arms. "Was it Stark again?"
Peter's eyes water even more, and he shivers. "I—"
He falls into ashes and the rest follow suit.
"Damn it," Peter grits, clinging to Quill. "Damn it, I hate this place."
The girl under the pagoda answers him. "I hate it, too," her voice is small and sad. It cracks, but booms over the billions and billions of people they were trapped with. “But we can only leave if someone outside sets us free. Try as much as you want to use whatever magic you have, try to dig as much as you want, but you’re not getting anywhere. Thanos was granted control over our souls, and he trapped us here to fulfill his plans. Half of all life in this universe has been removed and placed where we are now. We’re trapped. And there is no escape. This Stone does not have cracks. And it will not release a single soul, no matter how far you wander, or whatever wall you try to reach. You're better off where you stand.”
"Oh, Gamora," Quill says forlornly. "What did he do to you..."
The little girl merely looks up at him, a darkness far too painful in her eyes.
"Don't worry, Quill. Nothing can really hurt you here."
Quill shakes his head. "I'm already hurting, sweetheart..."
The Guardians flank him, squeezing his hands, and his shoulders.
“What did she mean by this universe,” Bucky turns to Wanda.
“I’ve…never denied the possibility, but she might have been referring to the multiverse.” She pouts. “It’s more of a theory than anything concrete, I think.”
Shuri chimes in. “The multiverse? What does that have anything to do with here?”
“She just said this universe. I thought it was weird. Do you believe it?”
“I don’t exactly dispute it,” she gazes at the ground. “That’s not my area. But thinking that our universe is just one of an infinite number with infinite variations in between is sort of fun to think about every now and then. At least, to me. Maybe we can try asking her?”
“You can go,” Wanda shakes her head. “I’m still…I’m still trying to get my grip on things.”
Sam sighs again. "Spider—whoa. Peter. What can you tell us on Stark?"
Lead weighs in Bucky’s chest as the kid's eyes darken. It was a look no child should have on their face.
"Mr. Stark..." His head shakes. "I... We... I didn't mean to—"
"Peter," a female voice interjects. "I think Ned and MJ are here."
"Ned and...MJ? How—how do you know?"
"I picked up Ned's biometrics when he first found out you being a superhero. I picked up MJ's during the elevator incident."
"Oh. Where are they then?"
"South of here, behind Barnes."
They all turn.
"Ned?"
Ashes flying into the air before falling back down and another two teenagers stumbling past the crowd.
"Holy—MJ. MJ, look—there," a boy shakes the arm of the girl next to him. "I told you he'd be here—Pete!"
"Ned!" The boys crash into a hug, Peter wrapping his legs around the other boy.
"Hey, asshole, " the girl waves, sauntering. She starts conducting with her middle fingers and Sam snorts.
"Jesus," Wanda blinks. "So vulgar."
"What'd you do to her?" Bucky mutters.
"Nothing! She's—she's just like that—MJ!"
"She really is just like that, Mr. Winter Soldier, sir." The round-faced boy peers up at him, eyes wide, but not necessarily frightened. "You kinda get used to it."
"You really do," says MJ, coming up and clapping her hands slowly. "Way to go, champ. A for effort."
"For—what?" Peter tilts his head.
She nods her head. "You're Spider-Man, right?"
Ned freezes and Peter's eyes blow wide. "What—no—"
"—He's not—"
"—These aren't—these—"
"—That's not his—"
"—Yeah—no, these are—this is—these are just—"
"—his PJs!"
"My PJs."
MJ presses her lips together. "So…You brought your Spidey-PJs with you...for the trip?"
"Yep,” he hums.
"Come on, MJ. We're seniors."
"It's not weird. I—I'm allowed to have a thing for superheroes."
Sam coughs while Bucky bites his lip and MJ's eyebrows go up.
"Oh, okay."
"Nope," Peter shakes his head. "That’s not how it was supposed to come out..."
After a moment of odd glancing, she shrugs. "Alright then. Honestly, if anyone had half my mind, they'd just assume what you were up to by the third week of school."
"Nobody just assumes somebody's Spider-Man, MJ."
"You know what theorizing is, Ned, come on. It wasn't hard putting two and two together anyway."
"What do you mean?" says Peter.
"You weren't even trying to hide it, were you?"
"I was," he pouts. "Um...I think I was pretty subtle about it actually."
"Yeah, but you can't really call doing the most clichéd secret superhero shit in history subtle."
Peter splutters, blinking. "What—how was I being cliché?"
She counts her fingers. "Disappearing whenever there's aliens around, leaving your best friend at the party that's bound to boost your popularity, and blowing off your date, literally the prettiest girl in school, at homecoming prom because of something really important. Just those three pretty much fit the bill, but if you don't think so...go off, I guess."
Ned winces.
"Not to mention, you jumped out of the bus, probably thinking everybody was distracted and or apathetic enough to not notice you jumping out of a damn window," she shrugs. "It's pretty amateur stuff, Parker. I've seen better porn."
Peter sags as Ned coughs out a laugh.
"Damn, she has a point..."
"Also, you talked about stealing Captain America's shield during PE once. I was sitting," she pops her lips, rolling her eyes. "Right behind you."
“You were reading,” adds Ned.
“Said who,” she smirks.
Ned lets out a grunt while Peter winces.
"Now, that's just being reckless," Sam snorts quietly.
Bucky's mouth twists and Wanda twitches beside him, a weak smile on her face.
"What, you think you could do better or something?" Ned shakes his head, suddenly defensive.
"I could," she replies easily. "I can beat you at lying. That’s no contest."
Ned gives up. "That's fair."
“Well, sorry,” Peter rolled his eyes before flinching. "I—no. I really am sorry, you guys—I couldn't—we failed—"
"Whoa, hey, whoa whoa whoa. Relax. I'm chill." Ned shakes his head.
"Same,” she smiles. “And literally, we couldn't have done any better, Parker. If I'd put that thing on, I'd probably die instantly. That is, if Stark programmed it to your biometrics—ooh, hang on, can I try it?"
Peter steps back. "What—no."
"Buzzkill," she clicks, strolling up to Bucky.
"You're the Winter Soldier, right?" She holds out her hand. "Michelle Jones, or just MJ."
"Nice to meet you," he says automatically.
"You can still feel temperatures and fabrics with it, right?" She eyes his arm and Bucky smiles. He liked her forwardness.
"To a lesser extent than a regular arm, but yes. I can also still feel pain."
"Oof," she blinks. "That's still cool though. Does it bother you it can't produce body heat? Learned some stuff about trauma in my AP Psych class."
Holding it out, he shakes his head. "It used to? I didn't exactly have enough time to process the trauma. Nor did I let myself really. But she’s the one that can catch you up on the technological details," he nods at Shuri. “She knows better than me.”
“You made this,” MJ’s eyebrow quirks.
“Sure did,” Shuri smiles.
“Lit.”
She presses her fingertips against his and he smiles. He notes her eyes aren't exactly pitiful. They're more...annoyed.
"Nice. Oh, and thanks for your service, by the way. You, too, Falcon."
"You're welcome," they chorus.
“You’re quite relaxed for having technically died,” Sam smirks. “You done this before?”
“No,” she chuckles. “I think I’m just still in shock or something to be honest.”
Bucky nods. “Yeah, join the club.”
Ned trembles, tugging on her. "MJ, quit distracting the Avengers—I'm so sorry, Mr. Winter Soldier, sir, she has no self-control—MJ, you're going to get us killed."
"She's fine, man," Sam shrugs. "Not like we got any leads on what the hell we should be doing."
"You guys got anything?" Bucky smirks.
Ned stutters and MJ shrugs.
"Not the slightest fucking clue. We're just plebs. It's a hard-knock life for us," she sings. "It's a hard-knock life for us—"
"—'Steada treated," Ned joins.
"We get tricked," Peter’s voice is thick, but he joins with a wet chuckle.
"'Steada kisses,” the taller teen beams.
"We get kicked, it's a hard-knock life," the three of them finish.
"How did we get kicked, by the way? What exactly happened?" MJ peers up at Bucky. "Or is that—you know, classified?"
"Uh," he glances with a sigh. "Would you believe me if I said some purple alien overlord wanted to erase half the universe by getting six magic stones and succeeded?"
Her eyes glance away with a tentative hum and her lips press together.
It was an amusing thought when said aloud, and Bucky was afraid she’d straight up shut him down, but after a moment, she shrugged.
"Probably," her eyes flick to Peter. "You're more trustworthy than some people.”
"Hey," he complains.
"Alright, kids," Sam claps his hands with a large grin. He steps besides MJ and chokes on his own amused chuckle. "Let's not try and start fights here. I don't think the school nurse is gon' like the idea that Falcon couldn't keep some rowdy kids under control."
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Wilson. We can both take down Ned instantly," MJ provides. "Peter would probably just knock me out or something—"
"MJ, no."
"MJ, yeah, sure, why not? By the way, is your suit different or something? I've seen videos of you—yeah, it's definitely different."
"Yeah, it is," Bucky says. "The one you had in Leipzig was—I don't know, softer?"
Sam hums, nodding. "This one's shinier."
"Yeah, uh, Mr. Stark. He...he made it for me." His voice quiets. The white patches shrink and removes his mask again, revealing the tears falling down his face.
“Oops, hit a nerve.” MJ nods while Peter bows his head, Ned putting a hand on his shoulder.
"We, um...God. God, why...why didn't I listen to him?"
His shoulders shake and Bucky taps Sam's arm, averting his gaze.
He nods, giving yet another sigh. "Look, Peter—"
"Peter!" The horror-stricken shriek makes them whirl around. "Peter Parker!"
"Oh, shit," MJ bolts behind Bucky. “Ned,” she hisses. “Hide!”
“What, why—"
Bucky almost falls with the breath of the stone this time, feeling his being split apart and drift back together. He picks up MJ before she crumples to her knees, letting her lean on Shuri.
A woman in a cream apron bursts out of the crowd.
"May..." Peter's tears fall without restraint as he stumbles forward. "May!"
"Oh, my God! Pete!" May's arms wrap tightly around the boy. Peter could only let his sobs go as he shook and shook, sobbing and blubbering May's name.
"I was so scared, May...I was so scared."
May presses kisses to his head, muttering reassurances before hugging him to her chest.
"Ugh, I'm going to kill that Stark," she snarls, rubbing Peter's hair.
"No—no, May, please, it's okay..."
"I would strongly advise against that, Miss Parker."
Bucky tenses again as a man walked up behind them, the red cloak on his shoulders hovering behind him.
"I understand your concern, but our fates rest with that Stark now."
“What—who are you?” May glares.
"Dr. Strange..." Peter sniffles. "What—what was it that you saw?"
"I tried to see as many paths to victory as fast as I could," the sorcerer answers as he grabs a woman's hand behind him, pulling her gently to his side. "I saw one."
"Stephen, did we—did we just die?" The woman frowns up at him, a hand around his waist.
"Not yet really, Christine. Not quite that lucky either."
"What was the one?" Sam pipes up.
Stephen takes him in, tilting his head. "Oh, more Avengers made it in here. Oh, boy. You're Sam Wilson, correct?"
"Yeah."
"And you must be Bucky Barnes. You must desperately miss the forties, no doubt."
Bucky sighs. "You have no idea."
Stephen smiles. "Your Highness, King T'Challa Udaku."
"Doctor," T'Challa nods.
"Sorry opening the borders brought you into the heat of things. I suppose power attracts chaos."
"That is very true—"
"Straaange!" Drax roars as he speeds back to them. He descends on the man, swinging. "Why—did you—give Thanos—the Stooone?"
The cloak on Stephen's shoulders rises. It wraps around Drax's fist when he jumps, pulling him away.
"You again? The Blanket of Death! I'll tear you at the seams—"
"—Drax, no! We're not fighting anyone here—"
Quill slams into his front, having Mantis jump on him from behind.
"Sleep! Sleep!"
"I will not sleep here, Mantis," Drax spits. "Both the man and his blankie are in serious need of retribution!"
"First of all, why did your buddy Star-Lord start attacking Thanos right when we were almost had it? And second of all, what if I told you that the reason I gave Thanos the Stone was so that we could win? More specifically, so Stark could win? So he could get us out of here?"
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't shoot me with your magic," Quill holds his hands up, wincing. "But how the hell is that even going to work?" he pants, pushing Drax back as he attempted to stomp forward. "Stark's still on Titan. And he's with Nebula! Who knows what she'll do to him?"
"She'll probably kill him," Mantis cries as she swayed with Drax.
"I am Groot—I am—Groot!"
MJ moves a little way apart where May is prodding Peter. “You know all these people?”
“Sort of,” he croaks sheepishly. “I don’t know Quill or all the alien guys that well yet. I met them in one of Thanos’s ships while heading to Titan with Dr. Stranger and Mr. Stark and—"
“Wait wait wait. Stark took you to an alien planet?” May shrieks. “Without telling me—no, that’s crossing too many lines, Peter—”
“Aunt May—May, please—”
“—insane—Peter Parker, I’m supposed to be protecting you—”
“I know, but—”
“—looking out for you—under my watch—”
“I know and I’m sorry!”
His sudden volume increase calls even the attention of nearby crowding civilians.
He gasps and bows his head, voice cracking. "God, I'm sorry. I am so sorry. He told me to go home but I didn't listen—and then I blamed it on him and I tried to take it back and—and—he warned me, May,” his hands hold hers tightly. “And he said that he didn't want my death on his conscience and now it is and you can't be mad at him, you can’t,” his voice breaks, tears streaming down. “He was trying to protect me, too. All the way to the end!"
May holds him close again, glaring flatly. "Okay—okay…fine," she sighed. "I won't—I won’t sue him or anything, alright? But he’s still getting a piece of my mind.”
Peter lets out a wet chuckle, hugging her tightly. "That's...that's better, I guess. But wait—" he wipes his face. "Will Nebula really kill him?"
“No, she won’t,” Stephen looks at him and May gently. “What I saw was the best outcome: all of us back, with minimal sacrifice. And Nebula won’t kill him because number one: she has no reason to. They’re fighting on the same side. Against Thanos. Two: they’ve both lost to him and now that they’re stranded together, they’re going to use each other to find a way of Titan and back home. And three: Nebula has no reason to lay off a human and waste energy when she knows a human body will just off itself after food and water deprivation.”
"You better elaborate on that, sorcerer. Director Fury's going to want to hear all about that."
A woman in a dark uniform appears behind them, hair in a neat bun.
"Agent Hill," Sam greets, voice dry. "Not glad to see you here."
"Likewise, Falcon." She smirks bitterly. "You must be Bucky Barnes."
Bucky smiles, holding out his hand. "You're with SHIELD, right?"
"That's right," she grabs his hand. "I'm Agent Maria Hill, second-in-command to Director Nick Fury. More detailed introductions can wait until we're out of here. First and foremost, on my agenda right now's gathering intel."
"Well, we can give you all the intel we have," T'Challa bows his head.
"Your Highness," she nods.
"—fucker, son of a bitch, what the hell happened this fucking time—"
"Good Lord..." Maria jumps a foot in the air as she bumps into none other than SHIELD Director Nick Fury.
Snorts come from the kids, meanwhile Bucky dampens his own chuckle as Agent Hill helps him stand.
"Hill—you're here? What the hell's going on—"
Fury takes in the faces of the Avengers, the sorcerer, and the Guardians. Rubbing his face, he sighs, settling down on the rippling floor.
"What?" Maria's smirk widens. "Thought Hell'd be nicer?"
"No, Agent Hill," Fury huffs with no venom, resigned. "This is much worse."
Wherever the Hell Bucky was, something in him loosens, his shoulders relaxing.
The shock was fading, people were getting their grips on things.
While everyone wasn’t here, they were still in one piece. For the most part. As long as it stayed that way, he could let himself relax. Just a little bit.
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Marvel Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Bucky Barnes
Ever The Gentleman - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Day Off
For You | Part 2
Survivor | Surprise
I’m Sorry
Treat You Better
Anything
Recovery - Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Roommates - (ft Wade Wilson)
Ass In The Morning
Stamina
Memories
Sanctuary
Take It Off
Beautiful Badass
Her Hero
The Lost One - Part 1
I Knew It
Steve Rogers
Bacon
When You’re Sick
Drunk Steve
Safe
The Pretzels
Comments
Thor Odinson
‘Are You Worthy?’ Masterlist
He Loves Another
Are You Worthy? Part 1 - REWRITE
Stupid Plans end in Exciting Lessons
Peter Parker
Smile
Little Peter
Scott Lang
Best Present
Hawkeye’s my Wingman
Intensity
Dad Joke Seduction
Tony Stark
Reckless
Third Time’s a Charm
Pietro Maximoff
Teasing Texts
Wanda Maximoff
Lucy Gives Up
Brunhilde/Valkyrie
The Little Princess and her King
T’Challa
Hands to Himself
Sam Wilson
Call Me Out
Carol Danvers
Don’t Drown while I’m Trying
Marvel TV Series
Billy Russo
I Need More
Ben Barnes
Serenade in Bed
Frank Castle
Blood and Ice
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Tagged by: @starbuckysfrappuccino thanks babes ♥
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Nickname: i get ‘ice mum’ a lot, as well as geno, bucky, and cap
Height: 172cm whatever that is in ft/inches
Time right now: 10:21p
Favorite Music Artist: uhh. i’m gonna go with panic! at the disco and ocad
Last Movie I Watched: deadpool
Last TV show watched: only fools and horses (don’t ask)
What are you wearing rn: pyjama pants and my ssr hoodie
When did you make your blog?: yikes something like 2011?
What kinds of things do you post in this blog?: marvel mainly, some other things as well
Do you have any other blogs?: i have a check! please one that’s separate from this account, and a sideblog for ranting/whining
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Why did you choose your url?: bucks is a witch and witchbucky was taken
Gender: female probable
Hogwarts house: ravenclaw
Pokémon team: valour
Favorite color: burgundy
Average hours of sleep: like 6
Favorite Characters: steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, eric bittle, napoleon solo, maria hill, t’challa, george martin, derek nurse
How many blankets do you sleep with?: two, my duvet and my mink blanket more in winter ngl but it’s been a cold summer don’t judge
Dream Job: i’d love to be in genetic therapy but since that won’t be happening idk, something i enjoy i guess?
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Fireworks on the Fourth of July (I'm in Love With My Best Guy)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u4XUUx
by thequeenwhowaited
It's the 4th of July aka Steve’s Birthday and he's spending it locked up in his room??? Not on Bucky’s watch.
Ft. Awkward boners, Ice Cream, Firworks, and Feelings.
Words: 11093, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Rogers
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teenagers, First Kiss, Crushes, Awkwardness, Awkward Crush, First Time, Blow Jobs, Piercings, Tongue Piercings, Feelings Realization, Bruises, Steve Rogers's Birthday, Childhood Friends, Ice Cream, Artist Steve Rogers, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Come Swallowing, Coming In Pants
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