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iwouldratherprocrastinate · 4 years

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Troy x Reader/Borderlands 3 Rewrite Pt 2

After being told that we had to find the Atlas operative, we digistructed my favorite vehicle. It was my outrunner that was pastel with skags painted on it. It only seated two however so we all had to take multiple vehicles. Luckily, FL4K was in mine, he drove while I got in the gunner seat. Our skags got into the back compartment. Driving down the streets in Promethea was exhilarating, the wind blowing through my hair as we sped to the location. All was well until I heard familiar voices coming through our Echos.

"So what do you think of our new corporate sponsors? So far, selling out is awesome!" I groaned hearing Tyreen's voice followed by Troy's.

"We gave Maliwan an unlimited supply of screaming war-meat, a.k.a. our followers. And they gave us a bunch of crazy high-tech guns." I rolled my eyes, mumbling, "Maliwan is garbage anyway.. Waste of lives.." I heard a chuckle come from Troy as if they could hear me and Tyreen cheerfully kept going. "And once they take the planet, they get Atlas, and we get the Vault. So, you're left playing with... whatever you got down there! Just keep doin' you! Ha!"

I growled, 'They are awful..' Lorelai informed us that the operative is aiming at a weapons depot. I fist pumped at the thought of new weapons, Atlas and Jakobs are my absolute favorite. The squad all jumped out of the car when we hit a road block and starting strategizing on how we are gonna take out the enemies in our way. I climbed onto one of the platform stairs while Monty charged off after the Maliwan men. Looking down my sights, I tried my best to cover Amara and Moze mostly as they are our front line. I hummed one of Tina's old songs about bombs as we slowly advanced and made our way through.

Lorelai came through on the comms just as I finished the last guy in our space and we started moving forward, "That weapons depot's a juicy target, but they've got an inpenetrable security force-field surrounding it. If you somehow crack it open, you're gonna find some quality firepower in there." I charged forward to find a new spot to snipe having a rush of energy at the thought of new guns. "Let's go guys! Guns aren't gonna loot themselves!" They all chuckled at my antics and rushed forward to cover me.

After all the men were taken out, we all jogged to the end and my face broke into a grin when I saw who it was. "Zer0!" After he super badass took out those security bots, I ran and tackle hugged him. "I missed you!" He chuckled as much as a robot ninja can and turned to the others after releasing me. "Hello, Vault Hunters. / Let's ruin Maliwan's day. / Our mission begins." I tried to act cool on the outside, meanwhile I was geeking on the inside at the idea of getting to fight along side Zer0.

He led us to a plaza and the fight immediately began. Zer0 kept me close to him, he probably still saw me as the young girl who followed him and Roland around. Zer0 and Maya were my favorites of the new Vault Hunters, Maya usually could only see me in private due to her trying to help me with my powers so the one I was always seen following around Sanctuary was Zer0. I resorted to mostly using my melee as I hadn't thought to bring anything besides my sniper with me. I was too excited about having room for new weapons. Soon enough all the bots and unforseen human enemies had been defeated and we made our way into the depot. After searching through all the weapons, to my dissapointment there were no pistols, shotguns, or snipers better than what I already had at home. 'Bummer..' I did find the sword powerup that Zer0 needed.

I ran it over to him excitedly and he seemed pleased, however he shook his head. "Let me trade for it. / Woudln't be fair. / To just take it." He held out a sniper, it didn't look like it was made by Maliwan. When I exchanged the powerup for it and began examining it, it was made by Jakobs and it was wayyy better than my current one. I thought for a moment and realized there was no way he found it here, "Where did you get this from Zer0?" He simply did a smile emoji on his head and started attaching the powerup to his sword. "Look at this. / Monomolecular edge. / Translation? Cool sword." I giggled at his antics and moved to equip my new sniper and attach the other one to the back of my hips.

My good mood soon got spoiled however when a spoiled twat came up on a nearby screen. I groaned and shook my head, 'Of course, I can't go more than an hour without hearing from idiots..' His smug voice started talking, "Hey, it's Rhys' best friend Zer0, stealing my tech. What's wrong? Atlas not "cutting it" anymore? My offer still stands. It's not too late to come work for Maliwan." He turned his gaze towards the team, "And YOU must be the Vault Hunters Tyreen warned me about. You know what, I don't even have time for you. I'll let my superior forces do the talking." His gaze turned to me now, "You however, I was told nothing about. Don't get in my way unless you want the same fate as your friends." I glared as the screen went black, "Dick.." Zane started laughing, "I would love to see you drunk. Everything would piss you off."

Zer0 interupted "That's Katagawa. / Head of Maliwan Mergers. / And Acquisitions." He made a goofy emoji face, "That guy is a douche. / And he's way obsessed with Rhys. / It's kind of creepy." He walked over to the shield blocking us in and made a happy emoji face, "With this new upgrade. / I can cut Maliwan shields. / Stand back and watch this."

I stood back and watched in awe as the shield slowly got annhialated by the sword. Zer0 seemed excited by this as I prepped the Catch-A-Ride to get my vehicle ready. "Walls cannot hold us. / Now to take down Gigamind. / That is our mission." Amara got hyped and rushed up to Zer0, "Is this Gigamind something I can punch?" Zer0 nodded, "Maliwan AI. / All their secrets in one place. / A juicy target."

Amara seemed confused, "So we break Gigamind into tiny bits and then sift through them for info?" A gleeful emoji popped up, "Precisely the plan. / Meet at Halcyon Spaceport. / Now the hunt is on." He dissapeared in true Zer0 fashion as we all loaded up into our vehicles again, this time instead of being greeted by the lovely sound of Calypso twins, my Echo started broadcasting Katagawa. I facepalmed my head into the gun in front of me resulting in it firing and accidentally hitting a security bot.

"This takeover won't be hostile for long. Atlas and Maliwan, we're hashing things out the corporate way. Rhys doesn't get it yet, but when this is over we'll all be one titanic happy family. You're small stuff, Vault Hunter. Not worth my time. Mess with my Gigamind, though, and that'll change. You keep playing under the feet of giants, you're gonna get stepped on." I grumble to myself and take my annoyance out on some random bots, 'I'll be the one doing the stepping. Mess with my friends..' We arrived at the location Zer0 marked on our maps, when a tv nearby suddenly started playing stupid music. I went closer to inspect it and saw a really slapstick comedy thing of Lilith getting her powers taken. Being the easy to upset person that I am, I prepped my brass knuckles and punched the screen out of the tv.

As soon as it went out, I heard a familiar voice in ym Echo, but no one elses. "Now that wasn't very nice, my brother worked hard on that clip." A feminine laugh came through, I growled in response, "How did you get my personal Echo code??" She laughed again, "You really think we don't know all of your codes? We always know where you are Super Fan." My only response was shocked silence. "Hey? Super Fan? Did you die of shock? That would save me some trouble, would upset Troy though." I raised a brow, "Why? He seemed to enjoy kicking the shit out of my mom." Everyone was getting supisicious of who I was talking to, "Listen Super Fan, I'm gonna need you to stop getting into the fights. Seriously. If you die, it would mean annoying issues for me." I scoffed and growled out, "I will stop fighting when you get the shit kicked out of you like Lilith had." After that I try to ignore her and act like I don't hear an annoying Calypso in my ear. Soon enough, we get near Gigamind and I hear the other one, 'Fucking great.'

Trying to tune them out, I hum and focus on sniping the men dropping in to defend it. Nailing one in the head, I pump my fist, "Fuck yeah. Best gun ever." I hear two chuckles in my ear and groan, "Why are you still in my Echo? Leave. I am ignoring you." Tyreen laughs loud, "Good job ignoring us, now you gotta start over." I hear Troy chuckle, they are basically children. "Why are you even fighting? They seem like they can handle this. You are just a girl." My blue eyes roll, "Even if I was just a girl, I would still fight. They are family now. You always fight for family." Tyreen groans at that, "Of course you are one of those types. Family is most important." She whined the last part.

I kept sniping and ignoring them, I assume Tyreen got bored and left the call as when we finished the fight I only heard one voice. It was humming and working on something metal if I am hearing properly. Maybe his arm, we all made it back to Sanctuary and I went into my room without talking to anyone while he still hummed and sang to himself. I hated myself, but I was mesmirized by it. I took my sweater off once I had my door locked. My yellow Siren tattoos glowed in the dim light, they extended across both my arms and slightly on my back and chest. I relaxed on my bed reading a book about Sirens that Maya had given me a while back. Pulling my stuffed bunny closer, I hummed along to the song that Troy was singing without thinking.

I read my book until I realized the singing had stopped, "How's it going angel? You like my singing?" I blushed and shook my head, "Nope. Not at all. I just know that song.." He smirked and laughed, it almost didn't sound smug or fake like usual. I kinda liked it, "I feel like you did like it, I heard you humming earlier, it was cute." I blushed harder and my tattoos glowed even brighter as I closed my book and glared at nothing in particular, "You have no right to call me cute. You kicked the shit out of my adopted mother." Hearing that made his go silent and still, after a few moments of silence he spoke up. "I'm sorry for that. Ty just gets carried away and we have an image to uphold to reahc our goals. I will leave you alone now though. Goodnight angel." I froze in shock, 'Did Troy Calypso just apologize to me??'

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Name Calling (36)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -

Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

The ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on enjoying it quite so much.

But when your past catches up to you in the form of the mad scientist who made you, Bucky might be one of the only things that can save you from yourself. You can’t run from what you are but with his help, you can fight back.

Current Word Count - 101,293

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Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Thirty Six - Health Benefits

You were a mess and you knew it. You also knew that while The Professor could help you with his telepathic abilities, he couldn’t help you with the actual shitshow that was your brain. That was on you. So you made the very adult decision to get professional help.

The therapist Tony and Pepper had found for you had been great at helping you settle into normal life but she wasn’t the right person for the job any-more. You needed someone with at least a basic understanding of what you were capable of. So begrudgingly you called Fury and asked for his help. The amount of Agents he must have had to get seen by a psychiatrist meant he actually did have a recommendation for you and after calling the number Maria Hill had forwarded to you and explaining who you were, you got an appointment that very evening.

You didn’t want anyone else to know about this but sneaking out hadn’t been an option so you blackmailed Thor into taking you, promising not to tell anyone about the Black cat he had snuck into the compound earlier that week.

You sat down on a sofa that was far more comfortable than it looked and let your eyes flit across the room, taking it in. It was a large office that was more library than anything else. The whole room was dark oaks and books. So many books. You tried not to fidget as you waited for Doctor Leonard Samson to arrive but after about 12 seconds you failed miserably and your leg started bouncing. Finally you heard a small commotion outside the office as the Doctor arrived and he opened the door.

Your breath hitched in your chest audibly as you caught your first glimpse of him. He was absolutely enormous, probably the most muscular human being you had ever seen in your life. He was closer to seven feet tall than six and his arms were bigger than your entire torso, his biceps looked like they were straining to escape the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing.

You finally ripped your eyes away from his body and looked up at his face, he had shoulder length hair and a sharp, menacing looking face. Though it was a very handsome face you admitted begrudgingly. His eyes were dark and warm, brimming with intelligence.

To say you were intimidated was an understatement. Nothing like being in close quarters with a man who had the power to mentally and physically decimate you to make a girl nervous. You finally noticed his mouth was moving, he was speaking to you. Blood rushed to your face and you yanked yourself out of your trance.

“Sorry, you’re distracting. I mean I’m distracted.” You told him, mentally slapping yourself.

He chucked, a deep rumbling low pitched sound.

“It’s alright, I gather you’re nervous about this?” He smiled warmly at you and came to sit on the chair next to the sofa.

“Yes. I mean no, I’m not nervous. I’m just not sure coming her was the right decision.” You replied.

“Should I be offended?” He asked, amusement in his voice.

“I...” You were at a loss on how to dig yourself out of this hole.

“It’s fine Miss Stark, I’m a professional. I shouldn’t tease you like that. I’m Doctor Leonard Samson, most know me as Doc Samson though.” He stood back up and offered you his hand.

You stood up and the considerable height difference between you was highlighted. You placed your hand in his and it completely enveloped yours but despite the fact he could crush your fingers his handshake was gentle. You swallowed thickly, trying to still your erratic heartbeat.

“Pleasure to meet you Doc, I’m obviously Miss Stark.” You stammered

You sat back down and shifted in your seat, trying to act natural. Having your brain picked at wasn’t something you were particularly looking forward to.

“So how do you wanna do this?” You asked.

“Before we begin Miss Stark, you should I take my position quite seriously and in order for this to work you need to trust me. Should you grant me that trust, I won’t betray it. I will never knowingly do anything to harm or endanger you. I may have been recommanded by Miss Hill but my loyalty is with my patients. My loyalty is with you.” He told you solemnly.

“Maria called and asked you to report back to her then.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“She did, however I won’t do that. In the past, when working for Shield I had to tell her certain things. You are not a Shield agent and I do not work for them anymore.” He admitted.

“Alright. I believe you.” You said, though whether you actually trusted him was something you hadn’t decided yet.

“Now why don’t we start by you telling me in your own words why you came here today?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. Trust issues aside, the issues you had needed attention.

“I have a homicidal alter ego I created from the worst parts of my personality during my years of torture and abuse, it has the access to my chaotic and dangerous abilities and it’s trying to take over me so it can destroy humanity.”

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Therapy was a bust.

Alright, so it had only been one session but still… You were disappointed. Though getting everything off your chest to an impartial, non-judgemental person had been kind of cathartic. All you had done in that session was talk, bringing the doctor up to speed on your situation. He had then told you that it was enough for one day and arranged to see you again at the same time next week.

Thor had brought you back to the compound and if anyone asked, you two had been at McDonalds. You even had McNuggets for Wanda and Sam to help sell your lie. Your medical status and Thor’s pet problems were safely kept away from the team.

You carried Sam’s nuggets into the kitchen and laughed when you saw him.

“Well one of us is going to have to change.” You joked.

“Not it. This is my best friend I’ll have you know, I reserve the right to wear her face on a t-shirt.” Sam insisted.

“Sam it’s MY face!”You laughed.

Now that you were public whoever was in charge of The Avengers merch had wasted no time in releasing your line. Tony had every single piece of it delivered while you were at the School earlier that day before your appointment. You had proudly strutted into the kitchen with your t-shirt on, only to find that Sam was also wearing one.

Steve walked in and gave you both an amused glance.

“Well one of you is going to have to change.” He said with a grin.

“Get better jokes Cap.” You mocked while Sam scoffed at your hypocrisy.

“Did you see the action figure?” Sam asked.

“Oh I saw it, dad had it all delivered.” You replied.

“To everyone. We all got a box of your merch this afternoon, I think he might be proud.” Steve said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, but did he have to give us it all? I don’t think he realized there was an underwear range.” Sam said, pulling a face.

“I’m going to send my panties to Wade, he’ll be over the moon.” You joked at the exact moment Bucky walked in.

The four of you froze, you blushing and the three men looking at you in various states of amusement and concern.

“That’s not … I didn’t mean… You weren’t supposed to hear that!” You spluttered.

“Really?” Bucky said sarcastically.

Sam and Steve started edging towards the door.

“It wasn’t how it sounded?” You offered meekly.

“It sounded like you want to send your underwear to another man behind my back.” He growled and Sam and Steve gave up any pretence of sneakiness and bolted.

“Morning doll.” Bucky sniggered and kissed you on the cheek.

“That was mean, I really thought you were mad at me!” You pouted.

“Nah, I knew what you meant. Was fun to scare those two idiots though.” He said, pushing you up against the fridge door and squeezing your hips. He had just leaned down to kiss you properly when a screeching voice interrupted him.

“NO STEVE, I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HER. I’M COMING BABY GIRL!”

You and Bucky shared a look of confusion before Sam burst into the kitchen and picked you up. You saw Bucky smirk in amusement before Sam ran out of the kitchen with you in his arms.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Rescuing from your possessive idiot of a boyfriend.”

“Ok… Now what?” You pressed as he made his way down the hallways.

“I hadn’t thought this far ahead” He admitted.

“Do I get to walk at any point?” You asked.

“It’s not a daring rescue unless I carry you heroically to safety.”

“Alright Falcon but you should know my ‘possessive idiot of a boyfriend’ is following us.” You warned him.

You heard Bucky huff in annoyance a few corridors back as Sam started sprinting.

“You ran off to Spain with Deadpool and the to Malibu with Tony. I haven’t had you to myself in weeks, Barnes isn’t getting you back.” He sniped.

“So this is less of a rescue and more of a kidnapping.” You sighed.

You seemed to have a knack for being rescuenapped by Wilson's apparently.

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“Stark.”

“Wolfy. Mind telling me why you called me here to a clandestine meeting under the cover of dark? Because if it’s what I think it is, I’ve got to tell you I’m flattered but Pepper and I are happy.” Tony asked.

Tony had been curious since the moment the feral X-Man had called and asked him to come to the mansion alone, to discuss a sensitive matter. Logan pushed a tumbler of liquor across the counter to him with an eye roll.

“It’s about your kid.”

“What about her? Did everything go ok, is something wrong?” Tony asked in a panic.

Logan huffed out a breath that was almost a laugh at the sigh of at the normally suave and egotistical billionaire being so ruffled by the mere mention of his daughter.

“You cooled off about her and Barnes yet?” Logan asked him.

“You called me here because you’re invested in Kit Kat’s love life?”

“She was pretty upset about it. It’s affecting her focus. I can’t teach her a damn thing if she’s too busy wondering if her daddy loves her.” Logan said lowly.

“Since when are you the touchy feely type? What’s really going on, because I don’t believe for a second this is an intervention.” Tony snarked.

“Trust me tin man, I have a vested interest in making sure she’s alright.” Logan growled.

“She’s fine. She knows I love her. Kit Kat and Pepper are my family.” Tony snapped.

Logan huffed audibly and said nothing, just watching Tony with a disconcerting air. Tony crossed his arms and regarded the Wolverine right back.

“It’s like being in a staring contest with a stray cat.” Tony quipped.

“There’s your first clue.” Logan said snarkily.

“Anne. Her name was Anne.” Logan said out of the blue before Tony could respond.

“I’m sorry, I must have got lost in your eyes and missed part of the conversation. Who’s name was Anne?”

Logan paused before he sighed wearily.

“Her mother. You were looking for a name, her name was Anne.”

Tony blinked in surprise.

“How… How did you find out.” Tony asked suspiciously.

“You’re the genius. Figure it out.”

“No. It’s impossible.”

“It’s not.”

“You can’t be her father.” Tony stammered.

“I’m not. You are, obviously. I’m just the biological father.” Logan said wearily.

“How?” Tony asked, shaken and apprehensive.

Logan arched his brow.

“Don’t. You know what I mean. How did this happen, how long have you known about her.” Tony asked furiously.

“I didn’t know until you started trying to identify the mother, even then I didn’t actually know. It wasn’t until I met her. If I had know she existed I would have found her.” Logan said, offended by the insinuation.

Tony started pacing, overwhelmed by the information.

“Why are you telling me this?” He demanded.

“Thought you should know.” Logan supplied.

“No, I shouldn’t. She doesn’t want to look for her biological father. I can’t keep this from her. What the hell am I supposed to do here?” Tony raged.

“You’re her dad, you figure it out.” Logan huffed.

“You’re damn right I’m her dad. I love that girl more than anything. She is the kindest, bravest, strongest person I have ever met. I am lucky to be her father.” He raved.

Logan shrugged.

“What the hell do you want? Are you trying to claim her or disavow yourself of her?” Tony pressed, enraged.

“Which would you prefer?” Logan asked.

“Neither! She doesn’t deserve either of those things.”

“I don’t know. I barely know the kid, she waltzes out of nowhere and I don’t know how to react. She’s got you, she doesn’t need me.” Logan said.

“Then why even bother telling me?” Tony shouted.

“Because of Anne. I didn’t love her mother, barely knew her. But now things are starting to make sense and there’s something about Anne that you and the kid need to know.” Logan said.

“What?” Tony demanded.

He didn’t know what to think, what to say, what to do. The information being thrust upon him was far too much to handle rationally and he was regretting ever picking up the phone, let alone flying to the mansion.

“Anne told me her father was a scientist. Anne’s last name was Docherty. I’m pretty sure the man who kept your daughter in a cell and tortured her was her own grandfather.”

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*Meanwhile in an alternate universe* “NO SAM, I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HIM. I’M COMING BABY BOY!”

You and Bucky shared a look of confusion before Steve burst into the kitchen and picked him up. You smirked in amusement as Steve ran out of the kitchen with Bucky in his arms.

Ok so there's a double celebration going on here... I just passed 100k words with this story! And on Monday, it'll be one whole month old! So I'm celebrating by asking you all a very important question.......

For Monday's very super special chapter, do you have any requests? ANy characters you haven't seen yet, and scenarios you'd like to happen? I'll take any suggestions from smutty to incorporating Brooklyn 99 quotes. Go wild, tell me what you want and I'll pick one (maybe more than one) and dedicate Monday's chapter to it!

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crownedrogue · 6 years

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DRAMA. Flat out simple: keep it in character. I have been roleplaying for 20 odd years now. I promise you I’ve seen it all and I have always had zero interest in being involved in it. You can always come talk to me if you are experiencing a problem, ic or ooc, with me or someone else, in the sense of I will be happy to try and offer you advice, but in general I can promise you I will not be inclined to throw myself into the middle of anything going on on the dash etc. Please do not assume that this means I don’t care about you at all, I will discuss matters privately when possible, but what it all boils down to is that I am here to have fun and I don’t like poking bears with sticks, pointy or otherwise. Confrontation makes me literally ill, and if this blog becomes a not safe place then no one gets to have fun with it … especially me.

SMUT! As I said a little bit ago, I love writing smut. It is not however the only reason I am here though, at times I’m sure the blog might seem to disagree. I get in moods where it’s all I want to write and then other times I’m just EH SURE. All of that aside, I will not, have not, will never write smut with anyone that is under the age of 18. I understand different states and countries have different age limits where that is concerned but my state / country dictates 18 is the age of consent and there is no smut in the world that is worth the potential and genuine risk of legal actions up to the possibility of incarceration for engaging in sexual content with a minor. Please, please, please do not send me NSFW related asks if you are under 18. Do not like my NSFW starter calls if you are under 18. If we are in a thread that is leading towards potential smut, I will ask you if you are 18. Please do not lie. Legally speaking, it doesn’t matter if you tell me that you are 18 and you aren’t, I am still responsible and they can still prosecute - just like with physical interactions. They really do take this stuff seriously guys and so do I, for a number of reasons, and not just legal concerns!

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I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone that has supported me, that has put up with me, that has followed me from blog to blog, that I have dropped threads with and been so sporadic with it has to be like a whirlwind. I appreciate each and every one of you and without all of your support and continuous patience, I know that my experience here would have fallen flat and I would not still be here in any capacity so, know that you will always have my gratitude.

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That certain night The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

Good Omens 2x06

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Name Calling (37)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -

Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

Current Word Count - 103,799

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Thirty Seven - Sign On The Dotted Line

Normally having a master assassin sneaking into your room to wake you up was an annoyance but on this rare occasion as the smell of coffee wafted over to you, you decided you could be happy about it. You felt the bed dip and heard a cup being set on the bedside table before a light kiss was pressed to your lips.

“Mmm, morning Natasha.” You sniggered.

Bucky pinched your hip and you squeaked. He paused in surprise and chuckled lowly.

“Doll, did you just squeak?”

“No.” You mumbled.

You felt his fingers creep back down to your hip and you dived under the duvet as a defence tactic. A low rumble of content vibrated in your chest as you snuggled under the covers, safe from prying hands. Or so you thought. There was a pinching sensation at your ass and you squeaked again, loudly.

Bucky’s laughter permeated the room as you grappled with the cover, trying to escape so you could hit him. Before you could emerge, you felt him slide under the cover to join you. His stubble brushed against your throat as he ghosted his lips across it and you sighed happily, thoughts of revenge banished. He hovered over you and one of his legs ended up between yours.

Accidentally you took advantage of the situation when the thick muscle of his thigh pressed against your core and you moaned lowly. Your hips jerked forwards of their own accord, seeking more of the delicious friction.

It was a mystery how you could have once hated this man. The days of wanting to hurt Bucky were long gone, now all you wanted was to…

“Wait, I used to hate you!” You exclaimed, sitting up abruptly causing him to roll out of the way to avoid being headbutted.

“Glad it’s a used to sweetheart but maybe we can get back to the not hating?” He suggested.

“No, I really really hated you Bucky. I used to daydream about snapping your neck.” You said excitedly.

“Thanks.” He said dryly.

“It was intense, I would have killed you if I could.”

“Alright, how exactly do you go from purring under me to remembering when all you wanted to do with my body was bury it?” He demanded with a scowl.

Oh right, Bucky didn’t know what you were talking about. He had no idea you’d just had a major breakthrough. If Vernichtung was kept locked away by your happiness, how did your anger at Bucky factor into that? And why had you never buried those dark feeling with every other dark emotion you’d ever had?

You surged forward and straddled him, pushing your lips against his.

“I. Love. You.” You whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss.

His arms circled around you and he pulled in closer.

Knock Knock.

You both froze.

“Kit Kat, you decent?” Tony called through the door.

“NO!” You shrieked.

Bucky groaned and rested his head against your shoulder.

“Well hurry up. I’m counting to ten and coming in.” Tony informed you.

The absolute last thing you needed was for your dad to walk in and see Bucky in your bed looking dishevelled.

“Get in the bathroom.” You hissed.

He glared at you as he silently stomped into the bathroom. You brushed your fingers through your hair.

“Come in.” You called sweetly.

Tony juggled the door open, two coffee cups and a box of doughnuts in his hands.

“Morning dad.” You said excitedly, too excitedly.

“Who are you and where’s my daughter?” Tony said with a suspicious frown.

“What?”

“You are never ever this happy without coffee.” Tony pointed out.

You grabbed the cup of your bedside table and took a gulp.

“Natasha already dropped a cup off.” You explained.

“Romanov left about two hours ago.” Tony said snippely.

Your eyes went wide and you tried to think of a way out of this.

“Bucky’sinthebathroom.” You admitted.

The bathroom door swung open and the man in question stepped out.

It was the single most awkward moment of your life. You were bright red, Bucky was carefully expressionless and Tony looked like he’s just swallowed a wasp.

“Barnes. Get out. I need to talk to my daughter.” Your father said evenly, restraining his anger.

Bucky shot you a glance and you glared at Tony who sighed heavily.

“Since you already brought her coffee, you can take this one.” He said to Bucky with false friendliness, shoving the hot liquid at the soldier who luckily had lighting fast reflexes.

“I’ll see you later sweetheart.” Bucky told you and you nodded tersely.

As soon as he left the room you and Tony were at each others throats.

“This is you not rubbing you and Barnes in my face?” He snapped.

“Did you have have to be so rude?” You demanded at the same time.

You glared at each other and you crossed your arms.

“Why is he in your room? Alone?” Tony asked furiously.

“Because it’s not the 1800’s and I’m an adult?” You responded snarkily.

Tony threw the box of doughnuts at you and you had to uncross your arms and grab it before it smacked you in the face.

“Eat your breakfast. We leave in half an hour.” He shot at you and stormed away.

“Where are we going?” You demanded.

“The City. You’re being called in to officially sign The Accords.” He said testily and slammed the door in your face.

You groaned loudly and fell back against the bed in a sulk.

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“You must keep your ID badge on you at all times, failure to do so can have consequences.” A tall Nordic looking woman told you.

You glanced up at Miss… you’d forgotten her name already. The blonde had met you at the door earlier this morning, sweeping you away from Tony brusquely and bringing you to admin to process you.

“Keep ID on me or bad things will happen, got it.” You said and mock saluted the woman.

She gave you a look that you guessed was supposed to make you cower in fear but you just raised a perfect arched brow at her with an amused smirk and thought about all the ways you could easily take her out without so much as breaking a sweat.

She must have seen the thoughts dancing in your eyes and she backed down first.

“If you follow me, I’ll take you to the meeting now.” She said, a noticeable tremor in her voice.

Her high heels clip clopped on the marble floors as she led you to the packed room. Secretary Ross and his buddies who you had never bothered to learn the names of were all sitting above everyone else, looking down on the crowd of seasoned journalists, low tier politicians and Tony and Pepper.

You took your seat beside Tony and rather than wait for Ross to call everyone to order you spoke up loudly, getting everyone’s attention.

“Order in the court.” You called.

“Sorry, just really wanted to day that.” You admitted sheepishly to Pepper.

“Miss Stark, Mr Stark, Miss Potts. We’re here today so Miss Stark can officially sign the accords.” Ross said.

You waited for Tony to make a witty remark but he was sat back in his seat, silent as a mouse. He hadn’t said a word to you in the car either. Fine, let him sulk.

“I’m aware of why I’m here.” You snarked.

“Good, then we can get right to it. Unless there’s any other unsanctioned missions you need to undertake before we begin?” Ross said sarcastically.

“Gee, when you say it like that it almost sounds like the UN is upset. I’m sorry, did you want Spain to remain under the influence of a drug cartel smuggling illegal drugs into other countries, including the US?” You asked with mock politeness.

“We all get it Miss Stark, you’re a hero. What do you want, a parade?” Ross retorted.

“Nah, Spain is already throwing me one next month. Spain is one of the countries under the Accords as well isn’t it?” You said with a victorious smirk.

Tony kicked you under the table and you turned to look at him innocently. He and Pepper were glaring at you.

“Miss Stark, you have been out of the UN’s control for too long. Today we’re bringing you into the fold like should have been done a long time ago. That means from this day forth you don’t do anything without permission. You go where we say, you do what we tell you. If we say jump, you say how high. You are no longer a free agent, you are part of the bigger picture.”

You bristled. It had always been expected that you would sign the Accords since you had been outed, but you never realised what exactly it meant. It meant a loss of freedom. Nobody had asked you if you wanted to sign them and you realised that you didn’t. You did not want to sign away your life to Secretary Ross and his cronies.

“Here’s a question for you Rossy, if I can take down an entire mafia clan in one night then why do you have The Avengers sitting on their asses until a problem directly affects you? Seems like a waste of resources.” You asked calmly.

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating Miss Stark.” He said.

“I’m not insinuating a damn thing, I’m straight up saying it. The Accords were supposed to protect the public by regulating powered people but it just shifted the balance of power. You use The Avengers as your own personal attack dogs, you abuse the trust placed in you because you are a selfish bureaucrat. You don’t give a damn about protecting people, you just want to feel powerful.”

“How dare you!”

“How dare YOU! I am not now, nor will I ever be a weapon for a man with an inferiority complex. The only people I will serve are the people outside these walls, the innocent ones who need a defender.” You shouted, standing up.

“So you’re refusing to sign the accords. Is that what you’re saying Miss Stark?”

“While the Accords are in your hands, yes I am.”

“Such a shame to retire so early in your career.” He sneered.

“The problem is that you think it’s a career, it’s not. I have the power to make a difference in people’s lives and as a very dear friend once told me ‘With great power comes great responsibility’. I will help whoever needs me, regardless of whether or not I have your permission.”

You were pushing it and you knew it but looking at Ross it wasn’t his face you were seeing. He was just another powerful man who wanted to put you on a leash and use your power for his own goals. You weren’t being irrational though, Ross wasn’t Docherty but he was not a good man and you were not going to hand over your control to him.

“Why don’t we all take a break and reconvene in a few minutes?” Pepper said authoritatively.

“We are not on your schedule Miss Potts.” Ross sneered.

“You are today.” Pepper said, dismissing them as Tony grabbed your arm and hustled you from the room.

You shot a heated glare of disgust over your shoulder before the door closed and Tony released you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He hissed.

“What I have to do.”

“This was not the plan. We came here so you could sign, not piss off and embarrass the Secretary of State in front of a room full of journalists.” He said, his aggravation driving his tone.

“For the record, what you’re feeling right now is how I feel every day.” Pepper informed him.

“That’s different. I approach the line, maybe put one foot over it. I don’t hurl them over the line and stomp on it!” He rebutted angrily.

“I am not signing that fucking contract. It’s never going to happen.” You told him loudly.

“Kit Kat do you have any idea what I went through for the accords? The Avengers were ripped apart over it. It took so long to get Steve to sign, I don’t need to have that fight with my own daughter. The Accords are safe, I wouldn’t have allowed them if they weren’t.”

“You were wrong. I love you dad but you were so wrong. The rest of you can sign and do whatever is right behind the scenes but I can’t. I can’t sign away control of my own abilities to somebody else.” You insisted, pushing your hair back in agitation as you tried to stop from pacing.

“You’re projecting your issues onto The Accords, this isn’t the same thing.” He said as calmly as he could.

“No it’s not but it isn’t that different either. I am sorry this puts us at odds but I am not going to just roll over and do what you think is the right thing when I know it’s wrong.” You insisted.

“They’ll arrest you Kit Kat, do you get that?”

“They might, but I won’t stay in a cage ever again.” You vowed.

“So that’s it? You’re going to throw away everything you’ve built, your whole life? Because that’s what will happen, you’ll be a wanted criminal. No more me, no more Pepper, no more Sam, no more Bucky. You’ll lose it all.” He raged.

You considered your words very carefully before you said them and looked Tony right in the eyes.

“I took decades of suffering for the chance to be good, to do good. I will not sign it all away.”

You turned on your heel and walked away, pushing the doors open and striding straight into the flashing lights of the press.

“Miss Stark, did you sign the accords?” Was the question being hurled at you by dozens of papparazi.

“I did not and I won’t be signing them.” You said, walking through the crowd.

“Why not?”

“Will you be retiring?”

You stopped and turned around. You could see Tony watching you from inside and you held his gaze.

“Retire? I’m just getting started. If somebody needs my help I’ll be there, I won’t wait for the UN to send me in.” You said with a smirk before your eyes went cold and you stared down the camera.

“I know you’re watching this Docherty, you always are. You wanted to unleash me on the world to create chaos, well here I am. But I’m not going to end the world, I’m going to save it, piece by piece. So next time Aliens attack the capital or a druglord tries to smuggle heroin into an innocent community and I’m there to stop it, don’t thank me… Thank Dr Jack Docherty.”

You calmly turned your back on the camera, on the crown and on the UN and walked away, feeling like for the first time you had actually done what you wanted, not what was needed or expected.

To hell with the consequences.

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Me: *Aggressive listening to Power Anthems* Fuck you Secretary Ross!

This was such an important chapter for Reader's character development, I hope I did it justice :/

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Name Calling (39)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -

Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

Current Word Count - 112,357

MASTERLIST or Read on Ao3

Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Thirty Nine - A Reintroduction To Fatherhood

“What’s the emergency?” Tony asked, walking into the common room with Pepper by his side.

“This is yours.” Natasha said, thrusting the screaming child into his arms and he was forced to grab a hold of her.

“Tony!” Pepper screeched.

“Uh.” Tony was looking down at the child who had stopped screaming and was sniffling softy as she threw her arms around his neck.

There was no doubt in his mind who she was but as to how she’d gotten that way...

“Kit Kat?” He said softly and she looked up at him, her eyes wide and confused.

“Kit... What??” Pepper asked, perplexed.

“Hey sweetheart, what happened?” Tony asked the child, ignoring everyone else in favour of his significantly smaller daughter.

“Is this a latent ability?” Pepper asked.

“Nope. Ask Thor.” Clint said.

Tony’s head snapped up and he glared at Thor.

“You did this? Why? How? Is she ok?” He demanded.

Thor shifted guiltily and held up the cat Tony only now noticed he was holding.

“Brother, the jig as the mortals would say, is up.” Thor said, his usually loud and rumbling voice low and soft.

The cat made a huffing noise and Tony turned, shifting his kid away from the Norse God now standing in the middle of the common room. As soon as Loki appeared the toddler in his arms started wriggling and making a strange noise.

“Is she growling?” Clint asked in amusement.

She was in fact growling, her little arms waving madly about as she tried to wriggle free and presumably attack Loki since he was the one she was growling at.

“Pepper, take Kit Kat out of here.” Tony instructed.

“She is in no danger from Loki, presumably that is why he reverted her to a child's form.” Thor tried to assure.

Loki nonchalantly ignored the several many guns aimed at him.

“She intended to tell her father I was here, tattling like a child. I simply stopped her in a justified way.” He said as if it were the obvious thing.

Pepper tried to prise her out of Tony’s arms but the child was stronger than she looked and managed to get free, scampering across the room towards the trickster.

“What’s going o...?” Steve walked in, took on look at Loki, the stand off and the small blur shooting towards the villain and scooped the attacking child up in his arms. Steve had an easier time keeping her still than Tony had.

“She’s stronger than an average kid, what’s going on?” He asked, keeping his eye on Loki.

“Change her back. Now Brother.” Thor urged.

“Change who back?” Bucky asked, coming into the room behind Steve with his gun drawn.

“BUCKY!” The child shrieked.

Bucky frowned at the kid.

“Shoot.” She demanded, pointing at Loki.

The colour drained from Bucky’s face as he looked at her.

“Is this... Is she... Is?” He stammered.

“Thor snuck his brother into the compound in cat form, your girlfriend found out and Loki de-aged her.” Clint summed up.

“Which is why he’s not dead, we don’t want her stuck like this.” Tony snapped.

“Shoot.” The child implored again, her eyes beseeching Bucky.

Bucky stared at her as if in a trance. His face was expressionless and he turned on his heel and walked out of the room without a word.

“I can’t return her to her adult self.” Loki said smugly.

“What?” Several voices asked simultaneously.

“Well I could, provided you don’t shoot me but it will take time.” He said with a shrug.

“Pepper, go. Kit Kat, sweetheart go with Pepper ok? Daddy will take care of the bad man.” Tony cooed gently at the little girl who was glaring at Loki over Steve’s shoulder.

“Come on sweetie, you hungry?” Pepper asked, holding out her arms hopefully.

The girl leapt away from Steve, landing lithely in Peppers hold. Pepper hurried out of the room with her and Tony turned back to Loki.

“I have questions and I’m not above getting Banner downstairs to ask them.”

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Now that you were away from Loki you were a lot calmer but you couldn’t understand why Bucky had ran away from you. You heard Pepper ask Friday to run some scans of you as she set you down on a chair in her office.

“Alright sweetheart, I don’t know how long you’ll be like this so I’m going to order some things we might need. Do you want some paper? Want to draw a picture?” She asked you.

You nodded sadly and started scribbling lines on the paper while she clicked things on the computer, occasionally asking you to choose between things. The first time it happened you just shrugged and she just got both options so you kept doing that.

About forty minutes later Tony came back in and you looked up at him, dropping the pen and holding your arms out. He picked you up and held you tightly.

“What’s going on? What did you find out?” Pepper asked him.

“I’m going to talk to Pepper alright, stay here for a second.” He told you, ruffling you hair when he put you down.

He walked over to Pepper and kept watching you as you scribbled on the paper again.

“She kind of has her memories but she can’t process them. So she knows who we are and how she feels about us but that’s about it.”

“What about her incredibly dangerous alter ego?” She whispered.

“She’s had it since she was a child, her control over it is intense. I think it’s the same as adult her, as long as she’s happy Vernichtung is locked up.”

“She’s a toddler, how are we supposed to keep her happy?” Pepper wondered out loud.

“Give her cookies and have a tea party? And keep Loki away from her.”Tony suggested.

“What are we doing about Loki?”

A sour look crossed Tony’s face.

“He swears he wasn’t in control during his failed invasion and we need him to turn her back so for now? Keeping a very very close eye on him. And I’m updating Friday’s privacy protocols, I can’t believe Thor just snuck a cat in here.”

There was a tugging at Tony’s sleeve and he looked down at you.

“Cookie?” You asked with an adorably hopeful look.

“At least we know she still has good hearing.” He chuckled.

“It’s dinner time, no cookies.” Pepper said sternly and your lip wobbled.

“One won’t hurt, it’s alright sweetheart, if you want a cookie you can have a cookie.” Tony assured you, picking you up and carrying you into the kitchen.

“Tony you can’t spoil her!” Pepper called after him.

“Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you.” He called back.

Your giggling drifted back into her office and since nobody could see her, Pepper allowed herself to smile softly.

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One cookie turned into two, then three.

“You have an enhanced metabolism.” Tony reasoned out loud as he handed you a fourth.

“Thank you.” You said sweetly.

“Kit Kat, you know who I am right?” He asked.

“Dad.” You said, smiling brightly at him.

“And you know everybody else? Like the lady with the red hair?”

“Natassa.” You said as if it were obvious.

“Ok, what’s the last thing you remember before you were littler?”

You frowned, your little forehead crinkling up.

“Bad Kitty.” You said.

“What about this morning? Do you remember what happened?”

“Uhh bad Ross.” You said with an evil little smirk he recognised and Natasha’s.

He’d never noticed it on your adult face until he thought about it and realised you’d taken on Natasha as a role model.

Sam walked into the kitchen slowly, his eyes on you.

“Sammy!” You cried happily, crawling across the counter top towards him.

“So it’s true. I though Cap was pulling my leg.” Sam said shakily.

“Nope, my kid is an actual kid.” Tony said.

You made it to the edge of the counter and Tony and Sam both shot forward to grab you as you wiggled like you were going to pounce off it. Sam grabbed you first and held you at arms length as he gazed down at you.

“I was in a strip club with her a few hours ago.” Sam whispered, horrified.

“You were what?” Tony said, half impressed, half annoyed.

“She was an adult! It was Deadpool’s idea!” He defended himself.

“WADE!” You said excitedly.

“No!” Tony said.

“No!” Sam said at the same time.

You pouted.

“So what do we do with her?” Sam asked.

“What do you mean what do we do? She’s still my daughter, just a little more pocket sized. I’ll look after her like I always have, only difference is it’s a little easier now. And instead of Strip Clubs maybe just watch a Disney movie with her.” Tony said, taking you back from Sam.

“Man you are taking this way too calmly.”Sam noted.

“Children can pick up on your emotions and my girl is smarter than most. I have to stay calm.” Tony explained but Sam squinted at him suspiciously.

“You’re happy about this.” He stated.

“No.”

“It’s alright Stark. You can give her the world but you were never able to give her a normal childhood and that always bothered you. It’s not a bad thing.”

“Don’t do your therapist thing on me in front of the baby.” Tony admonished.

“Don’t hide behind her. You need to be honest with yourself here.” Sam pushed.

“No. Bad Sam.” You scolded him with a serious look on your little face.

“That’s absolutely right, Bad Sam.”Tony sniggered, loving your protective attitude of him.

“Traitor.” Sam said to you and you responded by sticking your tongue out at him.

“Man, she’s even sassy as a toddler. I’m not sure we can cope with this.” Sam bemoaned.

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“You have to eat something other than cookies. If I don’t give you dinner Pepper will kill me.” Tony pleaded.

There was a clattering noise from the kitchen and Steve poked his head in to see Tony frowning at the sandwich on the floor while you were looking the picture of innocence.

“oops” You said.

“Everything alright?” Steve asked.

“Cookie?” You asked Steve.

“Sure, you can have a cookie. If you eat your dinner.” He negotiated.

You scowled crossly at him.

He crossed his arms and stared you down.

“Cap, she’s a child not an enemy soldier.” Tony said, snapping his fingers between you to make you blink.

Neither you or Steve wavered. Tony sighed heavily and shoved the sandwich in the bin.

“Soup?” He offered.

No response. He glanced back at you to see you and Steve hadn’t moved.

“Alright, no soup. Mac and Cheese?” He suggested.

He noticed your eyes staring to water with the lack of blinking. You clenched you jaw and made a strangled huffing noise.

“I think that a yes on Mac and Cheese.” Steve said victoriously.

“Congrats Captain Babysitter, you won a staring contest with a toddler. As your reward, you can feed her.” Tony said, backing away.

“Tony...” Steve warned.

“Bye bye sweetie, daddy will come back after you eat.”Tony said, escaping quickly.

Steve sighed and turned back to you.

“Babydoll, do you know why Wade Wilson is texting me?” He asked faux casually as he started pouring pasta into a pot.

“Sam gave him your number. They getting married.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked softly.

“Bucky is away on a very very important mission.” He lied.

You looked terrified and Steve realized that while adult you could rationalize that Bucky was able to look after himself, child you couldn’t and was now worried.

“Not a dangerous one! He’s gone to collect an important file from a very nice agent, that’s all. He’s gone to.... Australia. To get a file.” Steve said quickly.

“Liar.” You huffed.

He couldn’t even lie convincingly to a child.

“If you eat your dinner and go to bed I’m sure Bucky will come and see you in the morning.” Steve promised.

You looked up him hopefully and seemed to consider it for a moment before you nodded once, decisively.

Steve sighed in relief and hoped he could convince Bucky to talk to you.

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“No.”

“Bucky...”

“She’s a toddler Steve. The woman I love has been turned into a child by a Norse God who has been masquerading as a cat. It’s just too weird, I can’t be around her until she’s herself again.”

“She misses you Buck. She wouldn’t eat until I promised you’d talk to her tomorrow.”

“Just drop it Steve.”

“You’re being an idiot and you’re really hurting her feelings.” Steve said exasperatedly.

“She’s a toddler!” Bucky repeated.

“Yes, but it’s still her in there.”

“I’ll think about it.” Bucky huffed, hoping to just get Steve to shut up.

There was a battle cry from the hallway and a small commotion.

“Kit Kat it’s just a bath! Come back here. Pepper help!” They heard Tony yell.

Steve had a hard time keeping a straight face and coughed loudly into his fist.

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After you flooded the bathroom and Tony accidentally covered the room in foamy bubbles (to your delight) you were wrangled into an oversized Iron Man T-Shirt that was doubling as a nightie until the stuff Pepper had ordered for you arrived.

“I don’t wanna go to sleep.” You whispered as Tony tucked you in.

“Why not? Aren’t you tired?”

“I see the nasty me sometimes when I sleep.” You admitted.

“Kit Kat, she can’t hurt anybody. You know why? Because you’re strong and you keep us all safe. You’re a hero.”

“Like you?”

“Better.”

“But you’re the bestest super hero!”

Tony preened.

“Want me to tell you about the time Pepper was the biggest hero?”

You nodded enthusiastically and Tony stretched out next to you to get comfy while he told you a child friendly version of what happened with The Mandarin and Extremis. Not even halfway into the story you drifted off, curled into a little ball at his side.

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To absolutely nobody’s surprise Tony was a bit of a worrier. This was made evident when he came running into the lab with you at the crack of dawn.

“Banner, she’s sick!” He said worriedly.

“What happened?” Bruce asked calmly.

“She sneezed in her sleep.”

“She sneezed.”

“Yes. What if whatever Loki did is making her ill or it messed with her immune system?”

You blinked sleepily at Bruce and your head drooped down as you fell asleep again.

“Tony she’s fine. Friday is monitoring her vitals, you’d know if anything was wrong.”

“But she sneezed!”

“People sneeze Tony, it’s not a sign of impending doom. If she gets a temperature I’ll check. Put her back in her bed, she’s physically only about 2 or 3, she needs rest.”

“But what if...”

“Bed. Now.”

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“She’s not coming today.” Storm said to Logan as he made his way to the front door to wait for you.

“Why?”

“Stark just called and cancelled. Seems they had some issues and she’s currently a toddler.”

Logan blinked.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He growled and stomped away.

“How did they turn her into a kid?” Rouge wondered.

“I didn’t ask, I didn’t want to know.” Storm admitted.

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Everybody liked to accuse Tony of spoiling you but when all the stuff Pepper had ordered arrived it was very clear he wasn’t the only one. You were currently tearing through the seven boxes of clothes.

“How long do you think she’s going to be like this?” Wanda asked with wry amusement.

“I just wanted to be prepared. Whatever she doesn’t use we can donate.” Pepper defended herself.

You were pulling shoes out of a box and handing them to Vision who had actually turned out to be great with you. You kicked your feet out and wiggled your toes at him until he knelt down and put the new light up sneakers on you.

“See, she’s fine. Just smaller.” They heard Tony insist.

Tony walked into the room gesturing at you. Logan stomped in and looked at you, his expression grumpy. You growled at him and he huffed in amusement.

“So now that’s sorted, you can leave now.” Tony said snippely.

“You haven’t explained a damn thing Stark. So Loki did this, what are you doing to fix it?” Logan snapped back.

Wanda edged over to you and distracted you by floating things in the air while the two men argued.

“Loki said he can change her back. In time.” Tony said vaguely.

“You had better be turning her back.” Logan snarled.

“Of course we are, not that it’s any of your business. “

“I left it alone because I thought she’d be better off but she is my business. You're supposed to be looking after her, she’s supposed to be safe.”

“She’s a toddler not an idiot, keep it down.” Tony hissed.

Wanda and Vision were looking shocked and pretending not to look shocked and you were looking down at your shoes, intrigued by the lights. Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

“You can’t just waltz in and claim her like a piece of lost luggage.” Tony raged.

“The hell I can’t if you’re treating her like a dress up doll.” Logan snarled back.

“She’s MY child, she doesn’t want to be anybody else’s. She doesn’t want to look for her father, she doesn’t want to know him. She chose me because she knows I love her. I will find a way to turn her back and until then I’ll look after her. You wanna waltz over there and tell her you’re her dad? All you’ll do is confuse and hurt her and I’ll be the one who picks up the pieces because that’s what fathers do.” Tony whispered angrily.

“If you were such a great dad there wouldn’t be so many pieces to pick up all the damn time.” Logan said with a shrug.

“Dad?” You said angrily.

“Yes sweetheart?” Tony said, turning to you.

“Why are you arguing with him?” You asked.

“Your teacher and I were disagreeing about something insignificant. It’s ok.” Tony informed you.

“I don’t like him, he makes my nose itch.” You said matter of factly and Tony didn’t bother hiding his smug look.

“Well then, he should probably leave.” Tony said victoriously.

“This aint over tin can.” Logan snarled and stormed away.

“Can I have a cookie now?” You asked with a grin.

“You can have all the cookies you want Kit Kat.”

“One, she can have one... oh why do I bother?” Pepper said to herself apparently as Tony scooped you up and carried you away.

“Kit Kat?!!?”

Natasha looked up at the sound of Tony’s worried voice and smirked. She silently walked into the kitchen and watched you pull out the drawers so you could use them to climb onto the worktop and rummage through the cupboards.

“Sam’s Oreo stash is in the next cupboard over.” She whispered.

You looked over your shoulder at her and shuffled across the worktop, finding the cookies exactly where she said they would be.

“Want one?” You offered her.

“Friday, inform Stark she’s with me and I’ll give her back in a little while.”

“Of course.” Friday said with obvious amusement.

“Come on little Kotoynok.” Natasha said, picking you and the cookies up and carrying you away.

She took you up to the roof where you could eat Sam’s cookies in peace.

“Are you in there?” She asked you curiously.

You cocked your head at her in confusion and paused with a cookie halfway to your mouth and she chuckled.

“Yes, that’s definitely you.” You said and swiped the cookie off you.

“Rude.” You huffed.

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“Stark, you can stop fretting. Here’s your baby back.” Natasha said with a smirk as you ran into the lab ahead of her and launched yourself at Dum-E.

“Dum-E, careful! She’s the same size as you now so no prodding her or I’ll turn you into a garbage disposal.” Tony warned.

You made an affronted noise and stood protectively in front of the robot.

“I’m joking, I wouldn’t.” Tony swore, making a throat slashing motion at Dum-E as soon as your back was turned.

“Hey Stark, can I borrow your kid? I wanna go to Toys-R-Us.” Clint asked as he sauntered in.

“No, we can’t take her out of the compound. It’s too dangerous.” Tony insisted.

“Nobody outside of The Avengers knows she’s been shrunk, she’s probably the safest she’s ever been.” Clint pointed out.

“He’s got a point and it will be good for her.” Bruce added from somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I wanna go!” You insisted.

Tony thought it over.

“Fine but we’re taking..”

“Stop, it’ll be blatantly obvious if you come with.” Clint interrupted him.

“Fine. Take my child away. But you’re taking Capsicle and the other birdbrain.” Tony snapped huffily.

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Steve, Sam and Clint were having more fun than you were and that was saying something as you were running about joyfully, grabbing Lego sets and Barbie dolls excitedly. They were not trying to calm you down in the slightest, pushing different toys at you and throwing them into the basket everytime your eyes lit up.

“What if, and hear me out, we didn’t let Loki turn her back?” Sam suggested as you ran around the Avengers toys, zooming a falcon figurine around.

“Sam!” Steve squawked indignantly.

“It’s just an idea. She’s having so much fun like this. Would it really be the worst thing in the world if she got a second chance at a childhood?” Sam asked.

“You know Tony’s thinking it as well.” Clint pointed out.

“Can I have this?” You asked in a small voice, something tucked into your arms.

“Sure.” Clint said.

“Of course you can.” Sam said brightly.

“Guys, we don’t know what it is. What is it?” Steve asked you and you shyly showed him.

It was a modernised version of the old bears they had made in the 40’s.

“She wants a Bucky Bear. We can’t leave her this way.” Steve said to them.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you that bear.” Clint said, swinging you onto his shoulders and hurrying you away from Sam and Steve.

“Don’t Sam. She’s a grown-up, we can’t just leave her this way. She has a whole life to get back to.” Steve said.

“I know man, I know.” Sam said wearily.

“But?”

“She never got to be a kid. Seeing her like this, I feel bad for her and I can’t help wondering if she’d be happier if we left it.” Sam told him.

“She wouldn’t be happier. She’d lose everything she has fought for. We can’t do that to her. I get why it’s tempting though, I do.” Steve admitted.

Seeing you so carefree and innocent just highlighted the fact that you had never really had this and Steve really did understand why Sam was even considering it but he knew that you wouldn’t thank them for doing it.

“Let’s just help her enjoy it while it lasts.” Steve suggested.

“Well in that case we’re going to Burger King.” Sam said.

“McDonalds.” Steve argued.

“Nuh uh man. Burger King.”

In the end the choice was left up to you and they ended up in a small retro diner in Brooklyn.

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Bucky turned the corner at the front of the compound and turned straight back around but it was too late.

“Bucky!” You threw yourself off of Clint’s shoulders much to the terror of the three men with you.

You landed easily on the ground and immediately shot away, leaving them gaping after you.

Bucky ground his teeth together as you pelted towards him but forced himself not to move as you wrapped yourself around his leg.

“Hi.” You whispered, blinking up at him.

“Hi.” He said back.

You stared at each other for a few seconds and he knew you could sense his unease when your bottome lip started wobbling. He sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair and crouched down so he was on your level.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked tearily.

“I don’t. I really don’t, I promise. This is just strange for me, can you understand that?” He asked.

“No.” You said honestly and he bit his lip to stop the snort of surprised laughter.

“Doll, yesterday you were in your 20’s and today you’re a kid. It’s weird for me to see you this way.” He admitted.

“So you don’t love me no more?”

“I’ll always love you and when you’re you again I’ll be right here waiting for you.” He swore.

“Ok.” You sniffed.

“Ok, now go back to Steve before he freaks out.” Bucky told you.

You nodded but it was subdued and you still looked sad. Bucky sighed heavily and pushed his issues aside to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Go on, I’ll see you later.”

You looked a bit happier as you ran off and Bucky went back to his mental preparations for killing a Norse God.

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That night, after another disastrous bath you slipped out of Tony’s grasp and bolted back to the common room with your Bucky Bear clutched tightly in your arms. Most of the team was gathered there watching a horror movie that Wanda paused as soon as you burst in.

“She wanted to say goodnight.” Tony said, out of breath as he ran in after you.

You climbed onto the sofa and snuggled straight into Vision who you’d taken to more as a child. He looked perplexed before Wanda made a hugging motion with her arms and gave him a pointed look and he copied her.

“Goodnight Miss Stark.” He said politely.

“Night Vision.” You said back, holding out Bucky Bear.

Vision got the gist without Wanda’s help this time and hugged the bear.

“Goodnight Bucky Bear.” He said, equally as polite to the bear as he was to you.

Wanda was next and she smoothed your hair affectionately as she hugged you, making sure to include Bucky bear in her embrace.

“Goodnight Sestra. Goodnight Bucky Bear.”

“Goodnight Wanda.”

Natasha’s arms were wide and waiting as you burrowed into her embrace.

“Night Tasha.” You said.

“Good night Kotoynok, goodnight Bucky Bear.”

“I am not hugging that thing.” Sam protested and everyone shot a glare at him.

“If I have to be nice to it so do you.” Tony told him.

Sam rolled his eyes and gave the bear a fistbump which thankfully was good enough for you as you gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“Night Sammy.”

Clint grabbed the bear and crushed it to his chest enthusiastically and was rewarded with a delighted giggle from you.

“Night kiddo.” He said, smacking a noisy kiss to your head.

“Little one.” Thor said softly, looking at you hopefully.

“Where the cat?” You huffed.

“Not here.” He assured you and your frown smoothed out and you climbed onto Thor’s lap.

Thor hugged you gratefully and made sure he hugged your bear as well.

“Alright Kit Kat, you can see everyone else tomorrow. Time for bed.” Tony instructed.

“Night!” You called, waving as you skipped away.

Tony walked you back to your room and tucked you under the covers and kissing your forehead, rolling his eyes when you held out the Bucky Bear. He obliged you and with a scowl he quickly pecked it on the head as well. You grinned evilly.

“I knew you liked Bucky.” You cackled.

“You little...” He bit his tongue.

You giggled to yourself as you snuggled down and yawned.

“Dad?” You asked sleepily.

“What is is sweetheart?”

“Do you want me to change back?” You asked.

“I want you to be yourself. I want what’s best for you.” He admitted.

“That’s why I’m glad you’re my dad and not Logan.” You told him.

He froze.

“You heard us?”

His only answer was a soft snore.

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The moonlight cast a silvery illumination across the room as you slept soundly, unaware of the God Of Mischief watching you.

“I hope you found this experience enlightening, I’m sure you’ll tell me all about it in your next appointment.” He said with his signature grin as you glowed a soft green.

When you had blackmailed Thor into accompanying you somewhere it had been too easy to impersonate this Doctor Leonard Samson. It had been easy mischief, born of curiosity. You’d never know and you didn’t have to.

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Bucky was woken up by a frantic knocking on his door and when he opened it you all but tumbled through it. You. Adult you.

“You’re back.” He said breathily, clutching your arms to make sure you were real.

“I’m back.” You confirmed.

He pulled you into his arms and rested his forehead against yours in the early morning light and calmly stood there with you, drinking in your presence, relived to have you back and feeling like the world was as it should be again.

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Name Calling (46)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

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Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

Current Word Count - 125,882

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Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Forty-Six - Out Of The Woods

You huffed angrily as you dug through your clothes, looking for something untorn to wear. You eventually found a pair of jeans and a Winter Soldier hoodie Natasha had packed for you and pulled them on with a laugh. You remembered the day you bought this, planning on teasing Bucky with it.

You sat on the end of the bed, rolling your eyes at Wade’s latest texts requesting nudes as you shoved your phone in your pocket and gazed out of the window. You heard Bucky coming up the stairs and smiled fondly. You were so glad he’d brought you here.

“Is this just a safe house or is it more?” You asked Bucky as he handed you a cup of coffee and sat behind you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“It was just a safe house. It could be more, if you wanted?” He offered.

You leant back into him and laughed.

“Are you asking me to move in with you Barnes?” You teased.

He didn’t answer and you twisted around to look at him, careful not to spill the coffee. He was grinning at you sheepishly.

“Barton has his farm and he’s still an Avenger, maybe we could have this be our place.” He suggested, too nervous to meet your eye.

You were taken aback. You hadn’t been together that long, was this too fast? It’s not like you had a past relationship to measure it by though and he was from the 40’s, this was probably slow by his standards.

“Please say something.” He whispered, rare vulnerability in his voice.

“Yes.”

“Really? Yes?” He asked brightly.

You loved Bucky, you loved him more than absolutely anything and you didn’t care if it was too fast or too slow, you wanted to be with him.

“Yes.” You confirmed.

“Doll?”

“Hmm?”

“Put down the coffee.”

You giggled and set it on the floor so he could pull you onto his lap and kiss you.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah doll?”

“Lot of air traffic around these mountains?” You asked.

He frowned for a second before he heard it as well. There was a helicopter nearby.

You were probably being paranoid but you both sprung into action, you pulling two guns from under the mattress and passing one to him and him pulling...

“Is that a rifle? Where the hell were you hiding that?” You asked in shock.

You never did find out where he’d hidden it because that was the moment the windows shattered inwards and Bucky threw himself at you, pinning you to the floor and shielding your body with his.

“Back door, quarter mile east. Head for the jet, it’s cloaked.” He instructed and you nodded.

You both leapt to your feet and rushed for the door, staying low to avoid the bullets flying through the ruined window.

You coughed as you made it onto the landing and a white smoke rose from the floor below. Bucky grabbed the back of your hoodie and dragged to to the stairs but you shrugged him off. You had this.

Holding your breath you vaulted over the bannister, landing silently on the floor. The smoke stung at your eyes as you tackled a dark blur you were 90% sure was a person. You were right and you blindly grabbed where the neck should be and twisted.

You ripped the mask off the corpse and flung it in Bucky’s direction.

“Incoming!” You called, choking on the smoke.

A bullet hit your shoulder, following the sound of your voice and you rolled away. You heard a thump and guessed Bucky had taken care of it. A mask landed on the ground at your feet and you pulled it on.

Something moved towards you through the smoke and you almost shot it before you realised it was Bucky. He signalled the door and made a cut throat motion the pointed at the window. You gave him the thumbs up to show you understood and ran full speed at the window, unaware of Bucky rolling his eyes behind you.

You crashed through the glass and landed in a crouch, pulling off the mask and firing at the two waiting agents who’d been aiming there guns at the door. Bucky landed behind you as they fell to the ground and pulled his own mask off.

“Firstly, you should have taken the first mask you colossal idiot and Secondly, you weren’t meant to run straight through the fucking window Steve Rogers!” he grumbled.

“We’re surrounded.” You told him, head tilted as you listened.

“No shit.” He rebutted, grabbing your elbow and dragging you to the tree cover.

“Who are they?” You wondered out loud as he shot an agent out of a tree.

“Doll I’ve been with you the whole time, I know as much as you do.” You said, rolling his eyes again.

“Oh yeah.”

There was an explosion behind you.

“Good news is we won’t have to fix the bannister, Bad news is we might have to find a realtor'.” You said with a wince.

You heard the enemies closing in on you and whipped your head from side to side as you tried to get a lock on their locations.

“There’s too many of them.” You told Bucky, fear beginning to take hold.

A small cluster of them broke out of the treeline and fired at you. You and Bucky stood side by side and fired back. A few of them made it past the bullets and attacked you both. You shot the one closest to Bucky at the same moment he flipped a knife in the air and you caught it in mid air, driving it into the eye socket of the agent now in front of you.

You heard the crunching of bone as one of them fell to the ground beside you courtesy of Bucky. They had the numbers though and the more of them you both killed, the more that came out of the woods.

“Any ideas?” You yelled at him as you thigh choked someone and used your heightened perch to fire at someone else.

“Keep killing them until they’re all dead.” He shouted back, using an agent as a human shield and shoving the bullet ridden corpse at the two men shooting him like a macabre bowling ball.

Your feet hit the dirt as your thigh choke finally finished off the agent below you and you cursed and swerved as yet another agent struck at you. The blow missed your head but hit your shoulder and you were knocked to this side as your attacker pulled out his gun.

Your stumble caught Bucky’s attention and he failed to see the man behind him pull a knife.

Everything slowed down as you saw the man behind Bucky bring the knife down and the man across from you point his gun at you. It wasn’t a decision and you didn’t hesitant to shoot the one about to kill Bucky, the bullet ripping through him. The man about to shoot you crumbled to the ground and you looked at him in shock.

You glanced back at Bucky who had a gun in his hand and you glared at him.

“You saved me and not yourself?” You both snapped simultaneously.

There wasn't time to argue about it, you were surrounded on all sides by enemies.

“Bucky I....”

He had come to the same conclusion as you and his eyes were heavy with regret as he pulled you into his arms and kissed you.

He held you tightly, like he may never get to hold you again and you kissed him with every single last ounce of love and passion you had in you.

“I love you.” You stated emphatically as he pulled away.

He brushed a lock of hair off your face and his hand cupped your cheek.

“I love you Doll. That’s why I need you to kill me.”

Your heart stopped beating as his words sunk in.

“They came for you. Only Vernichtung can stop them.”He regretfully explained.

“No!” You growled fiercely.

“If you don’t they’ll kill me anyway, or remake me into the soldier and they’ll still get to you. You have to do this.” He urged.

You backed away and looked up at him in growing horror as he aimed at something behind you and shot it without breaking eye contact with you.

“Please.” He implored you.

You shook your head as several agents burst out of the trees, you and Bucky firing at them. Bullets whizzed from behind you and you pushed Bucky out of the way just in time, taking the bullets yourself.

He roared your name and spun round, firing a gun from each hand as you stumbled.

Your vision flickered for a second and you looked down to see three rapidly growing red spots on you. One on your shoulder, one on your bicep and one on your stomach. Your balance was lost and your knee’s hit the ground. You heard Bucky screaming your name and looked up to see six agents piling onto him.

“Do it!” He yelled at you.

And then it happened. Your worst nightmare came to life. Flanked by dozens of armed agents Dr Jack Docherty strolled into the clearing.

“I surrender!” You shouted and Bucky looked up at you in shock and betrayal as he fought off his attackers.

“Spare him, leave him alone and I’ll come with you. I won’t fight back. Just don’t hurt him.” You begged.

Docherty grinned victoriously and gave one sharp nod of his head.

“I’m sorry but I love you too much.” You whispered to Bucky and that was the last thing he heard before the butt of a gun cracked across his skull and he was sent sprawling into the dirt.

“My dear Vernichtung, do you understand now? I will finally break you. All it took was a little hope.”

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When Bucky woke up on the forest floor all that was left to prove you had ever been there was a cracked phone and a discarded locket.

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You'll be glad to know that this is it folks. We're in the final stretch.

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