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[hellomissmabel]

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Pairings: God of Death!Bucky x Goddess of Witchcraft!reader, Hero!Steve x Goddess of Witchcraft!reader, Wanda as Persephone.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Hades is dying and he has chosen Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft as his successor. You’ve got little time left to find out who is killing the God of Death.

A/N: I’m dealing with some personal issues but I wanted to put this out there regardless. Written for @redgillan

Series masterlist can be found here

As you descended down the cold stone stairs to the entrance of the underworld, you could feel the chills of the cold air wash over you like rain. Once you reach the bottom and go to the edge of the water of the river Styx, you wait for the ferryman Charon to arrive.

During your wait, a couple more souls arrive at the mooring. They can sense you’re not dead and not human either, so they dwell at a safe distance from you. Except for one silver-haired soul, a young guy who approaches you with a curious look.

“Hi,” he greets you softly, “I’m Pietro.”

“Y/N. Well, actually, that’s not true,” you correct yourself quickly, “It’s my human name. I have a Greek name too but I can’t really tell humans.”

“So what are you doing here? You’re obviously not dead.” The guy continues to show interest in you and normally you couldn’t be bothered, but there’s something about him you quite like.

“I’m here to see Hades and I normally would’ve taken the shortcut route but as Persephone and I are having a bit of a quarrel at the moment, I thought the decent thing to do was take the official way into the underworld.”

You shrug and give him a small smile. “I don’t wanna piss her off even more, not after what happened to Minthe.”

He sits next to you and flashes you a toothy grin. “You know Persephone? That’s pretty rad. I’ve heard she’s gorgeous.” Then his eyes cloud in confusion and he asks what happened to Minthe.

It’s only hearsay, you weren’t actually there, but that doesn’t make it any less horrible. “She turned her into a plant as her punishment for seducing Hades.”

“Oh,” is his only reply, his smile fading, and you have a feeling he doesn’t like Persephone as much anymore. They never do once they get to know her and see her for what she really is… a bitch from hell. Quite literally.

You can see Charon approach you and get up, telling Pietro to do the same. Charon nods when he sees you, a grim smile on his lips. “Well well, look what the cat dragged in.”

Flipping him his coin, you get onto his boat and wait until everyone else gets in before you pry him for details. “So, anything new? No new gossip while I was on Earth?”

A dry laugh similar to a guttural cough bubbles up in his throat. “Y/N, please, you know I don’t bother with such things.”

You give him a side-eye and pass along a couple more gold coins, making his lips a little looser to speak. “Okay, I heard Persephone kicked Hades out of her bedroom again. She wasn’t all too happy when she came back to the underworld. Word has it she thinks Hades has grown soft.”

“Hades is already a big softie,” you mumble under your breath so the ferrymen doesn’t pick up on it. “Listen, did you hear anything about me? Anything at all?”

With a dark hum, Charon reveals Hades has been asking about you. “He misses you.”

It’s all you wanted to hear and it keeps you content for the rest of your journey. When you arrive at the palace, every soul that crosses your path bows in honour of you. You wave them off as you don’t want the new arrivals to know who you are yet as they move along to the three judges.

Inside the throne room, you find Hades mindlessly playing with a dagger between his fingertips. When he watches you enter, the knife drops to the floor and he welcomes you back with open arms. “Y/N! My Goddess.” He chuckles and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Tell me what’s new on Olympus.”

“You really wanna talk about that first?” You cross your arms over your chest and give him a stern look. “You go through all that trouble of asking Hermes to deliver a very urgent message that I have to come back to the underworld immediately, and you just want to know some gossip?”

Hades drops his head and groans, walking back to his throne and sitting down with a huff. “I called you here because I have a problem and I only trust you with finding a solution for it.”

Your eyebrows knit together in a frown as you approach the throne and ascend the stairs until you’re standing in front of him. “What’s going on?” Sensing that something’s wrong, you cup his cheek and smile warmly. “What’s this problem you’re talking about?”

With a deep sigh, the brunet rests his hand on top of yours and leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand. Then he drops it quickly, knowing that Persephone is likely keeping an eye on the two of you. “I am dying, Y/N.”

“What?” Your voice reverberates in the entire hall as you express your disbelief. “No! You’re Hades, the God of Death! You can’t die!”

“I thought so, too,” he sighs deeply, sitting upright and snapping his fingers, a scroll appearing out of thin air. “I need you to take my place, Y/N. I’ve already finalised the contract.”

The scroll flows to you and you take it in your hands. Quickly reading over the words, you see that Hades has already set everything in motion for you to inherit the underworld in case of his passing away. “As the Goddess of magic, witchcraft, ghosts and sorcery, you are the perfect heir to my throne.”

Looking up from the scroll, you can’t form any coherent sentences yet your eyes bore into his cerulean blue ones with one important question on the tip of your tongue. It’s as if he read your mind when he says “I don’t trust Persephone.”

“When I took her, I took her because I wanted someone to love. Eventually she started to love me too. But then her love for me turned into hate, her mind soiled by her mother, Demeter.” Bucky spits on the floor as he speaks Demeter’s name. “Now I am a monster to her once more and it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s the one trying to off me.”

“But how, Hades, how are they killing you?,” you press urgently because the sooner you know, the faster you can put an end to this madness.

“Whoever they are, whoever helped them, they have my soul, Hecate,” Hades screams into the void, his tone one of frustration and anger before his eyes lock with yours and they exhibit clear signs of desperation. “My human soul, Y/N. They have the soul of Bucky Barnes.”

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[redgillan]

🎀 Maisie’s Writing Challenge 🎀 Swan Song by @jordanlahey

[thesharkapologist]

Big Mouth

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 827

Summary:

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

Warnings: swearing

Written for @redgillan 6K writing challenge! I had so much fun writing this, and congrats!!

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You had a big mouth. It was very well known throughout the entire compound that once you started talking, there was rarely a way to get you to shut up. Honestly you could barely remember half the shit you said, which is probably why you got in trouble so much.

It was breakfast and you were sitting in front of the tv, cross legged on the couch, a bowl of cereal sitting on your lap. You absentmindedly spooned the sugary goodness into your mouth, chewing slowly as The History Channel’s new Captain America documentary played. It was okay, you’d seen better.

“What on earth are you watching?” Came a gruff, sleepy voice behind you.

“‘Uncovering Captain America: the real story of America’s greatest hero’” you answered simply, not turning to look at the source of the noise.

The voice chuffed softly, “that stupid documentary?”

“One is those stupid documentaries, yes. There’s like… 6 now? I’ve seen them all.”

“Why?” Bucky came into your line of view, sitting down next to you.

You tried not to think of the fact that he had forgotten to put on a shirt and was wearing only blue flannel pants.

“Dunno,” you shrugged, spooning another bite into your mouth, “interesting i guess. This one’s narrated by Mark Hamill.”

Bucky yawned, sinking down into the plush cushions, “I’m kinda surprised you like listening to voices other than your own for hours on end.”

You pointed your spoon at him, barely taking your eyes off the screen, “Rude, but valid.”

The two of you watched for a few minutes in silence, you munching lazily, him staring tiredly at the screen. It was nice, since you became an Avenger a little under a year ago you two had barely had time to talk. Bucky had been newly reformed by Shuri, so SHIELD was all about test driving him. You hadn’t been cleared for missions yet, something about trying to figure out the extent of your powers, so you were always home and Bucky was always in the field.

You really liked Bucky. It wasn’t just because of the chiseled abs and deep, sensual voice, it was in the little things he did. He was a quiet guy, thoughtful, slow to anger. If he saw someone was having a rough time, he’d do something in their love language to help them. He somehow figured out your love of lizard figurines, and over the course of the year you’d known him you had to have F.R.I.D.A.Y buy you another shelf to house them all.

Bucky’s sudden cry of disbelief woke you from your thoughts. You blinked rapidly, trying to get what was saying to come back into focus.

“They said Steve’s suit was stupid! It was classic!” Bucky motioned to the tv, outraged.

“Well, it was kinda stupid. There was no stealth with it, being that bright ass blue. And his helmet was what, cloth? He’s lucky he didn’t get a limb taken off. And like, i know he’s ‘Captain America’ and all, but red, white, and blue? It’s cliché at best, tacky at worst.” You shrugged, stirring the spoon around in your bowl, “and don’t get me started on the shield. Have you seen that vine going around?”

You turned to Bucky, who was just staring at you. You stared each other down, horror creeping into your mind like molasses on a hot day. What did you say??

After a few long moments, he spoke, voice dropping 2 octaves, “Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

You blinked wildly, mouth dropping open.

“I… uh…”

Without warning, you threw the entire bowl of soggy cereal and milk at Bucky and took off like a fucking bat out of hell.

“Y/N! What the hell???” He chased after you, the front of him soaked, “Come back here!!!”

“NO!” You screeched, racing through the halls, “I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!”

You fled past a bewildered Steve, who jumped out of the way when he saw Bucky the Bull charging down the hallway.

“I’M NOT GONNA KILL YOU, STOP RUNNING!!!” Bucky yelled, trying not to laugh.

You ultimately ended up tripping over a ceiling grate Clint forgot to put back. When Bucky descended on you, you expected him to scold you, slap you, something other than what he actually did.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, looking over you like a mother hen.

You shook your head, eyeing him warily.

Once he was happy that you weren’t mortally wounded, he shook his head and laughed, “you’re a fucking lunatic.”

“I mean, yeah, we all know that.” You shrugged, brushing the dirt from your jeans, “are you gonna kill me now?”

Bucky laughed again, eyes crinkling in a beautiful way, “no, I’m not going to kill you. But I will shoot you in ze legs, because your shield is ze size of a dinner plate, and your an idiot.”

“YOU HAVE SEEN IT!!”

[the-canary]

Sky Full of Song - B.B (10/10)

Summary: Giving a recovering amnesiac the proper musical education he was missing, wasn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt:  “Should I reveal exactly how I feel?”

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A/N: This is for @redgillan writing challenge. not the best ending, but thank you for taking the time to read and hopefully enjoy my first completed bucky fic.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 “

So Six was trying to use me?”you question as you look at your colleagues, holding hands with bright smiles on their faces, as they explain to you were they had gone these past two weeks, “And he was part of HYDRA with Zero?”

“Yup,” Four nods, as you try to take everything to heart. Six had taken care of you since you were a teenager and to realize that he had been using you while also cutting off your full potential for cruel reasons hurt you. You don’t think you’ll ever understand how he could be so two-faced, but whatever he got he deserved it, right?

“Thank you for letting me know,” you say with a slight crack to your voice as the two come into to hug you, but you’re already thinking about something else, “So when did this happen?”

“None of your business,” Two quips, as Four flushes a bright red.

“Well, all I can say is finally,” you laugh as Four agrees, only to have Two hit him in his ribcage. It’s funny to think that only a couple of months of ago you wouldn’t have had this conversation with them, but look at you now. You pull them in a little closer before they let go, though Four plays with your hair a little like an older sibling would.

“And what about you?” he asks, as Two raises a curious eyebrow.

“What about me?” you laugh, though you can feel the heat slowly crawling up to your face.

“So, what do you plan on doing, lover boy?” Sam asks, entering Bucky’s room only to see the former assassin moving from record to record, mumbling to himself about the quality of each one.  

“I’m looking for the perfect song,” Bucky says, as he keeps rummaging through all the old vinyls he had gathered recently, unsure but steady in his quest to find the right one.  

“For?” Sam questions with a smile, although he already knows. He had seen the old man react to your addition to the battlefield in the latest mission, though the issues that it brought coud be talked about another time.

“To show exactly how I feel,” there’s a soft smile on Bucky’s face when he declares his intentions and Sam can’t help but pat the former Winter Soldier on the shoulder and wish him luck, though he doubts he’ll need it.  

fortieth night.

Your introduction into the Avengers isn’t a big party, but something small and intimate between everyone as they share stories and high-end Chinese takeout with you. You explain your powers and hover between Wanda and Vision due to nerves, but everyone seems to welcome you with a smile. Tony dotted on your endless knowledge of music by trying to play songs and having you guess who they were and what year it came out, Sam made you dance around during some. You shared your musical recommendation with Clint and Natasha, as Steve took some notes. Months ago, you wouldn’t have done this but now you were having the time of your life with some extraordinary people.

However, you did notice how distant a certain super soldier was being throughout the night, though it had been happening since the two of you had been discharged from the medical wing. Anytime you saw him, he would turn the other way. He wouldn’t look at you directly anymore and hardly said a word. Once of the reasons you had trained so hard to control your powers was to see him again, now you weren’t so sure if the changes --which you were so darn proud of-- were something that he was handling well. So, you let him be, at least until tonight.

“Good night,” you say to Tony as he goes to work in his lab, though he gives you a serious look as he notices that Bucky is still lingering in the background. You smile and shake your head, letting him know that you were going to be just fine. You turn unsure of what to do next as blue eyes suddenly look at you.   

“Bucky, is everything okay?” you ask softly, as you follow him out of the room. His roaming eventually leads you to the small recreation room where you spent all those night watching Sinatra movies, but a different, softer song is playing. It takes you awhile to realize who it was, but the meaning of the song isn’t lost on you as James holds out his hand.   

“Yeah, I was just wonderin’ if you could have this dance with me, doll,” he asks shyly, as you nod. You had to remember to thank Two again for the new gloves, as you slowly and hesitantly placed your hand near his metal arm only to have nothing happen. You sway lightly to the melody without saying a word, simply enjoying being near him again after so long.

“Ya gave me a CD with all the songs that reminded you of me,” Bucky explains nervously, “And well, this song…” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence as you nod. You close your eyes and let the music speak for all that Bucky can’t say and you understand it completely because you have been feeling the same for quite some time now, though it had taken some time to understand what it all meant.

“W-We don’t have to jump into anything,” Bucky rambles as a slow, soft smile blooms on your face. You place your forehead on his and laugh.

“I’d like that a lot,” you whisper as the biggest smile blooms onto the man’s face as he twirls you a bit more than before. You keep laughing as your palms glow brightly for a moment in the dark, as you dance the night away with this wonderfully handsome man.

“You know we’re still missing the 90’s and 00’s, right?” you asks  after a while as he shakes his head, remembering his sole adventuring into those decades of music.

“I’m not looking forward to it, doll,” he states with a chuckle.

“You say that now, just wait until ya hear Man Eater.”

[kjs-s]

When you need a laugh

Pairing   Clint Barton x reader (romantic or platonic)

Prompt I’m a nurse and it’s my first ever shift and you’re my first ever patient but you keep telling funny jokes and making me laugh and you’re basically the only reason I'm not crying in the corridor. Nurse AU!   

Word Count: 1326

Warnings:  mention of broken arm

A/N: This is my entry for @redgillan 6k challenge.  I hope you like it.

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‘’Thanks for the tour of the hospital Claire. I am sure I will remember where everything is and I won’t bother you with too many questions.''  You hoped you wouldn't get lost during your first shift.

''You can ask as many things as you want (Y/N).  We can tell you are nervous but don’t worry. We understand that your first day will be a little difficult. It takes time to adjust to a new environment so the workload won't be too much.'' She led you to the nurses' station in which you will take your breaks.  

''As I told you the orthopedic department is one floor up. You will meet the chief nurse there. Her name is Dana Jones. She will tell you a few things about how the department is being run and she will give you a chart for your first patient. I will meet you here at the end of your shift if you want to eat with the rest of us. Good luck on your first day (Y/N).''  

You found the chief nurse easily and you tried really hard to not show her how nervous you were. All the training you had done were by shadowing others and that would be the first time you were on your own.  

''Hi miss Jones, I'm (Y/N) the new orthopedic nurse. I was told to come find you about a patient I will be assigned to. And to ask for any more details about my shift. I wasn't told much during my interview for the job.'' You were rubbing your hands together and you looked at all the files at your boss's desk.

She stood up and shook your hand.

''It's nice to meet you (Y/N). Your professor sent an outstanding letter of recommendation for you and judging from his enthusiasm you will be a value in our hospital.'' She handed you a file for the patient you would be treating.

''This will be your first patient for today. All you have to do is take his medical history and wait for doctor Campell to come over. He might need your assistance in examining the patient. When you are done come find me so I can introduce you to some of the other doctors who you would work with.''

You glanced in the first page of the file in your hand and noticed the term frequent flyer and a note for discretion. You were perplexed by it but decided to not ask about it. The only thought in your brain was how can somebody be a frequent flyer in the orthopedic unit. What does this Mr. Costello have, fragile bones or something?'' What you were about to experience never crossed your mind.  You were thanking God all you had to do was ask some question about this guy's history. Nothing to worry about.  

You knocked on the door and entered room 407. You tried to sound as professional as possible and not show your patient that you were anxious about messing up somehow.

''Hello Mr. Costello, I am (Y/N) the nurse assigned to you. Will you let me ask you a few questions to see what we are dealing with here?'' You tried to fake your brightest smile to hide your nervousness from the half sleeping man with the obviously broken arm. However, you kept staring at him because he looked familiar.

''Well (Y/N), you seem to not know who I am and that wounds me deeply. I'm Clint Barton, you know Hawkeye, an Avenger I'm sure you are thrilled to meet me. But please don’t ask to meet the others the last person I captured kept asking to meet Black Widow in a creepy way. He made me want to punch him but I was sure Cap wouldn't like it.'' He looked at your face that portrayed that you had lost your train of thoughts.  

''Ok back to our business here. I am mostly fine, just need a doctor to wrap my arm and if can make sure they send the cute one that is fast at it I am a little tired. Are you feeling fine you look a little like you have no idea what I'm talking about.'' He looked concerned for you, even though you were there to look after him.

''I was supposed to take your medical history Mr. Barton, and I know exactly who you are. You once fell down my building yelling ''I know this looks bad but nothing is wrong'', caught the lamp post to stop the fall, turned around and asked to pet my dog. You can't forget that.'' The memory made you laugh for the first time in the anxiety-filled day you were having.

''But I still need to do my job and write down why you are here and if you have any previous medical history.''

''Trust me it's all in there. I don't want to bore you with how many times I have been here, besides that's not the real reason you are here. They always send new nurses to me because I'm the easiest patient and that helps take the edge of the first shift of. One time they didn't and the poor guy ended up crying in the corridor.'' He yawned and showed you the chair.

''So just sit down and relax for a while. I will be fine. My arm broke because I was trying to move around in the vents to prank Tony and I didn’t notice one was open so I fell down.'' You laughed and immediately apologized.

''No problem. Besides I am also here to entertain. And for the record is something was bad I would be screaming and since I'm not everything is fine. Just if you can turn the lights down a little bit. You see one of the reasons I'm here too many times is that in a place filled with people there is always noise. But here, a can finally for the peace and quiet I need for a good night's sleep.'' He yawned to emphasize the need for a dimmer light.

''You come here to sleep? Why don't you find a more reasonable solution?''

''Too much trouble. I sometimes yell at the phone for ringing, can you imagine having a house of my own that people will call me? And I won't have others pick up so I will have to get up. No way.''

You agreed with him because you too hate the sound of the phone ringing and after checking that you had spent almost an hour in Clint's room you stood up to leave.

''I can imagine the doctor will be here soon. I will leave now to tend to other patients. I was nice to meet you Clint.''

''You too (Y/N). And the next time I will bring pizza with me.'' You were a little surprised by his proposal but you couldn’t deny finding him charming.

''I will try to find some time for you. My favorite toppings are sausage and extra cheese.''

''I actually meant that you would bring your dog by so I can pet him on the way in. But of course, I can bring pizza for you too. I would love to see you again.'' As soon as you cleared the details of your pizza date and Clint meeting your dog, doctor Campbell walked it to treat Clint. It turned out he was the fast one Clint was hoping for so after only five minutes you two left him to sleep. You were really happy with how your shift started and by the end of it, you were comfortable around the hospital. Claire even invited you to go drinking with her and some more nurses on your day off.

[battlechicklovefanfic]

Steve Rogers x Reader: I Don’t Believe You

Description: Steve has been so quiet lately. There’s only one thing left on your mind.

Genre: SO ANGSTY, very very light fluff

Warnings: Um. Tears?

Word Count: 682

Author’s note: Okay, another writing challenge! This time, it’s by @redgillan My prompt was “I don’t believe you.” and yeah! Enjoy, I guess.

   You and your boyfriend Steve had been pretty rocky lately. He’d been secretive and quiet, and you were about to explode. You loved him, you knew that for sure, but the lack of communication was driving you absolutely insane.

   “Steve,” you sat down next to him at the table in the Avenger’s base. He didn’t even look up at you, nodding to acknowledge your presence. “Steve where were you all of yesterday. I couldn’t find you.”

   “Out.”

   “Out where?” you sighed, putting your chin on your hand, holding your mug tightly. You were no super soldier, but you were sure that the handle of the mug would shatter if you held it any tighter.

   “In town.” You let out a puff of air, scanning the room to avoid your eyes.

   “Oh my god, Steve. Doing what?”

   “I need to go, (Y/N).”

   “But-“ You feebly reached out for him as he pressed up from the table. He walked away briskly, his hands clenched together. You bit your lip, praying that the tears wouldn’t manage to drip from your eyes. It hurt so bad. All of this… You finally came to a conclusion and you didn’t like it; He didn’t love you anymore.

   It made sense. He was too much of a gentleman to hurt you and was thinking of a way to let you down gently without hurting you or the team’s dynamics. It felt like a knife made of pure venom was being plunged into your heart as you trudged down the hall of the complex. The pain was too much as you continued to walk. Suddenly, you passed Steve’s room and stopped.

   The only noise was audible was the sound of your pained heartbeat ringing in your ears, the dull clicking of your shoes on the floor, and the uneven breathing puffing painfully through your throat. You had to finish it. You couldn’t go on with him doing this to you. If he was scared to break up with him, you would do him a favor and break up for him. You still, loved him, after all. You wouldn’t want him to keep subjecting himself to you.

   Carefully, you brought your hand up and tapped your knuckles against the door.

   “Hello?” You heard Steve’s joyful, a muffled voice came through the door. Why was he so happy when he thought it wasn’t you? Oh, right. He didn’t love you.

   “Steve. We need to talk.”

   “Oh, hi, (Y/N), I’m kinda busy right now-“

   “No. This needs to happen right now.” You covered your mouth as you sobbed. Your eyes glued shut from the terrible pain in your chest.

   He opened the door, obviously uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck,

   “Uh, come in?”

   You nodded and stepped through the door frame, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He closed the door behind you and you immediately swung around to look at him, only feet apart,

   “Steve, why are you lying to me?”

   “What?” he looked at you as if he were tired and annoyed.

   “How long have you been pretending?”

   “What do you-“

   “Why are you pretending that you still love me?!” you sobbed. He froze, taken aback,

   “Darlin’… Darlin’ I wasn’t pretending and I’m still not.”

   “I don’t believe you….” You looked away. Your throat felt as if you had just drunk lava. You’d only said a few words, but it felt like you had been shouting for hours, each word had burned like the hottest fire.

   “Darlin’… Oh god…” he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around your lower torso, pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft but forceful. So much passion was shared in that one kiss, that you started to fall back. Luckily, Steve held you tight to his chest, keeping you from falling.

   After a few moments, he pulled away, panting,

   “I’m so sorry, doll, I…. Things have been tough. Nothing’s going right and I pulled myself away from you… God, I’m so sorry…” You pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes,

   “Just… Talk to me, Steve. Talk to me.”

   “I love you.”

   “I believe you.”

[randomstoriesofabunny]

Not today! Chapter 1

Summary: Steven Rogers was recruited to be a guardian angel after his death. His first assignment is Natasha Romanoff. So when a grim reaper tells him it’s time for him to let her go, he is adamant to protect her.

Words: 1230

Warnings: Attempt of murder. Car crash. Angst. Cursing. Stay safe!!

A/N: Hi! I’m writing this story for @redgillan writing challenge.

I hope you like it >w<

There are days when you don’t want to get up, but you have responsibilities to attend and objectives each day. The way we face each day and how our mood changes is affected by different events. Sometimes, a day can be perfect. Everything goes smoothly, and your day develops gracefully. It could be something so simple, yet, so fulfilling like arriving to your favorite coffee shop and buy the last muffin. Or it could be one of the most important days in your life when you get the promotion you worked so hard to achieve.

Unfortunately, there are days when everything goes wrong. Sometimes a day can be so horrible you just want to crawl back to bed and hide from the world. Your mind repeating the awful events like a broken record and thinking this must be a joke from the universe, a sick joke.  

That day was one of those days. Everything went wrong for Pietro Maximoff from the moment he woke up late because he didn’t hear his alarm. He rushed through the apartment he shared with his twin sister, looking for his car keys while cursing his bad luck.

Pietro was late in one the most important days in his life. He had an important sprint competition where a scholarship for college was at stake. Only if by a miracle he managed to arrive on time to the park where the competition will take place.

He found the keys next to a Tupperware with a note from his sister. In her beautiful handwriting she scribbled ‘good luck today’. He smiled and put away the lunch his twin sister made for him. He was technically older, but his baby sister always took care of him. He locked the door and took the stairs to the garage.

Pietro was frustrated and anxious, the traffic was slow, even with the shortcuts he took. But he was smart, he knew just because you are in a rush you had no right to break the rules. He learned by heart that yellow means caution and red means stop. Now, even when he was late for his competition he had to wait for the traffic light to change.

Red

“Come on! Change already,” he exclaimed while staring at the red light. He was so close, just three blocks away.

Green

“Yes!” he screamed excitedly and sped up two seconds after the traffic light changed its color, like he was in a car racing. Sadly, the other driver didn’t respect the traffic light and crashed with Pietro’s car.

I watched the collision of the silver Chevy and the black Sedan. An old red car behind the black sedan tried to avoid the collision only to crash into the wall of a building.

Just as it was predicted.

The noise attracted the attention from the pedestrians. They started to gather in the street to observe the accident. I could hear the sound of the ambulances and the police cars coming as fast as they could to the scene. As expected in this situation, someone must have called 911. People were watching the accident with horror, unable to look away.

The police officers started to cordon the area and force the people to back off so the paramedics could check the injured people and moved them to the hospital. I walked towards the black sedan, since normal people couldn’t see me. The man in the interior of the vehicle had blood on his face and I could see a broken cell phone in his lap. A sigh escaped from my lips.

Movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention, my gaze fell on a tall man walking towards Pietro’s car. His purple hoodie covered his face, but I knew him. Hawkeye was his code name. We were assigned to this sector so it wasn’t uncommon for us to work together when we needed to collect many souls. The paramedics were working hard, trying to stop the bleeding in Pietro’s arm and neck but it was futile. He was gone.

My partner extended his hand and touched Pietro’s shoulder to extract his soul. A soft light surrounded his body and a small sphere of energy appeared over Pietro’s body before it changed its form to a Hawk. The soul flew in circles above Hawkeye’s head and perched over the traffic light. He nodded his head in greeting before walking towards the black sedan, he needed to collect the soul of the man that caused the accident. James Spader.

I walked towards the other side of the street, where the third car crashed with the wall of a store. The old lady behind the wheel didn’t suffer any injury, but I wasn’t interested in her.

Natasha Romanoff was the soul, I was supposed to collect today.

But her body wasn’t under the old lady’s car as it was predicted. I looked around, searching for her and my eyes widened when I saw her in the back of an ambulance with a paramedic trying to check her vitals. She was in shock and shaking under the blanket that covered her body. Other than that she was perfectly fine.

How? I thought and repeated the plan I developed for her.

I learned her routine a week before. She always went for a run and she took the same route every day. So, I made sure to force her to change the route. Leading her to this road for this precise moment.

A police officer approached her and started to ask her questions about the accident. The usual procedure. When she mumbled that she tripped a moment before the old lady ran over her I knew what happened.

I looked around, taking in the people watching behind the police tape. Then I saw him, his aura was unmistakable. A guardian angel.

A fucking guardian angel ruined my job. And the bastard had the audacity to look proud!

I approached him and grabbed him from the arm.

“What is your problem?” I demanded and he looked at me startled.

“I’m sorry?” he asked confused, “how can you see me?”

“I’m a grim reaper,” I snapped. Great! A rookie, I thought annoyed.

“Oh, well the car crash is over there,” he shrugged, pointing toward the cars.

I gritted my teeth. Un-fucking-believable. First, he ruined my assignment and now he had the nerve to tell how to do my job!

“She was supposed to die today!” I growled and pointed to the red haired woman in the ambulance.

“Nat? Why!” he asked, a frown on his brow.

“Because it’s her time”  

“But she’s still young! She doesn’t deserve to die,” he exclaimed, “and she didn’t have a nice life, she is an orphan since she was nine an-”

“Boo hoo, cry me a fucking river” I said and he scowled, “Look pal this isn’t your call I’ll come for her tomorrow. So, you better let me do my job”

I said and started to walk away, but a hand grabbed my wrist.

“No,” he said and glared at me.

“No?”

“You are not taking Natasha’s soul until she had a long and happy life”

“It’s her time! Her soul is mine, whatever you like it or not!”

Masterlist - Chapter 2

[indominusregina]

The Stars Above

Pairing: Steve x Reader, College AU Words: 4k Warnings: some light swearing, fluff Author’s Note: This is for @redgillan writing challenge! My prompt was “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” I had so much fun writing this! Huge shoutout to my beta, @childoftimeandmagic for putting up with me

A few things of note to help you understand things in this story. 1- I had Steve be an EMT. A lot of my friends were in college, and it made for some really interesting stories. 2- Where I went to school, all of our buildings were connected by sky bridges (hallways that are up on the upper level so that you don’t have to go outside). This made it so we could do what was referred to as the “rooftop run.” Whether or not I participated in this, I’ll never say. 

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You swear it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. You were just supposed to do the stupid rooftop run before you graduated so that Bucky would shut his smug mouth anytime someone even so much as mentioned graduation. He wouldn’t be the only one of you to have done it, and if you were honest with yourself, you really only did it because he said you couldn’t. Spite was probably your biggest motivator, which is how you found yourself in your current predicament. With a frown and a whine, you hit the little green call button next to the contact you had open.

“Steve? I need your help.”

--- A few hours earlier ---

“All I’m saying is, the rooftop run is an absolute staple of your college experience. Did you even go here if you didn't do it?” Bucky asked around a mouthful of food, waving his fork in the air as everyone rolled their eyes at him. He stared pointedly at Sam as he continued to go on about how necessary it was, clearly trying to goad the other man into doing it.

“Fine then. I’ll do it.” Steve choked on his takeaway as you set your container down, meeting Bucky’s incredulous stare. Everyone else fell silent, all eyes on you as you shrugged.

“You?” Bucky managed to scoff out, and you tried you best not to look insulted at his tone.

“Sure sounded like I was the one who said I’d do it.” You kept your eyes level on him until he burst out laughing and you frowned.

“But you can’t do it! You’re too short to even get up some of the height differences between the buildings!” He shot you a condescending look before turning back to Sam, ignoring you completely.

“Eat my shorts, Barnes! If you can do it, it can’t be that hard.” You glare at him even as Steve puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you from jumping up.

“You couldn’t even climb the ladder in the library to get to the books on the top shelf because you’re scared of heights and you think you can go on the rooftops?” Bucky said, meeting your glare with one of his own.

“I’m scared of falling from high heights, there’s a difference. That ladder can roll and could have rolled away with me on it; at least this will be a stationary surface below my feet. Besides, you’ve said the pathways are all super wide, so I’ll be fine.” You crossed your arms and refused to back down.

Bucky snorted at you. “It’s not exactly legal either, so it’s not like anyone can help you if you get stuck without busting you and getting you in trouble. Just give up now.” Your jaw clenched at this statement even as Bucky turned back to his conversation with Sam. You stood up and threw your bag over your shoulder, shrugging off Steve as he tried to stop you.

“Give up, my ass.” You mumbled angrily as you stormed out of the room and towards your dorm. You spent the next hour trying desperately to ignore what Bucky had said. You pulled out your textbooks to attempt your homework, but nothing helped. When even the maths equations started to look like little ledges, you snarled and slammed the book shut, startling your roommate.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Your roommate, Kayla, looked at you in concern and you sighed.

“Everything’s fine.” You waved a hand at her as you stood, searching for some darker, warmer clothes. “Just frustrated at the homework.” You gestured towards your differential equations text and she nodded in sympathy. “I’m just gonna get changed and go for a walk to clear my head.” The smile you directed towards her probably looked more like a grimace, but she accepted it and went back to her own homework, leaving you to change quickly into your new outfit. You snatched your phone up and stuffed it into the pocket of a hoodie you’d stolen from Steve before waving to your roommate and setting out.

You walked around campus as the sun set, the changing of the sky and the quiet of the evening providing you with some serenity and acceptance that what you were going to do would work out, even if it was insane. Your phone chimed in your pocket to signify an incoming text and you frowned at yourself as you pulled it out of your pocket and silenced it. Having a noise go off while you were on the roof would certainly have been a rookie mistake.

Steef: Hey, I know you, and I know that what Buck said earlier will probably make you try something stupid so here’s a last ditch attempt to stop you from doing it

Steef: And since I know that probably won’t work, call me if you get into trouble and I’ll do what I can

Steef: but also remember I’m on shift tonight so it might be a few minutes ok?

You smiled a little at the second text; Steve really did know you well.

You: Sure thing Steve-o, but I don’t know what you think I could possibly do tonight ;)

You stuffed the phone back into your hoodie pocket before resuming your wandering around. You needed to wait until you would blend into the darkness, not stand out against the light. You decided to walk the path you were going to follow from the inside, noting each of the elevation changes you’d have to deal with. It didn’t seem so bad, and after your walkthrough, you weren’t sure what Bucky was going on about.

The dark had sufficiently settled in by the time you were done, so with a sharp nod, you made your way to the nearest staircase and ascended as far as you could. Your first obstacle, of course, was the locked door in front of you. You silently reminded yourself to thank Scott as you easily picked the lock with two bobby pins from your hair. You slipped through the door and closed it as quietly behind you as you could, breathing a sigh of immense relief once the door was closed. First big obstacle? Check. This couldn’t be so hard.

You took a moment to look up at the sky, and unhindered view of the stars making you forget the stress of what you were about to do, if only for a moment. You shook your head as you looked back at the task in front of you, the first part of which included sneaking over a skylight. With a murmured prayer, you stepped up and glanced down. No one even thought to look up at you and you thanked the stars above. With an agility that surprised you, you scampered quietly up and across the skylight. A massive grin broke out as you realised the next part would be entirely in the dark.

That was, until you remembered that there might be cameras up on the rooftop with you. “Shit.” You muttered, spotting one partway across the sky bridge you’d have to cross. A fresh surge of adrenaline made its way into your veins and you smirked at the challenge ahead. Sure, you were intimidated by it, but somehow this started to feel a lot like fun. You made it to the ledge connecting your building to the bridge and lowered yourself down carefully, noting which way the camera was pointing. You crouched down and moved slowly towards it, hurrying as you got closer so you could slide behind it. You continued on with a fluid stride, hurrying off to the next building and grinning as you hauled yourself up onto the next gap. Sure, you’d had to jump, but it really wasn’t nearly as bad as Bucky had made it out to be.

“Take that Barnes!” You stuck your tongue out at the bridge behind you and did a little dance as you took in the view of campus from the top of the student center. You were almost tempted to stop and just watch the people below, free from the stresses they suffered from. You understood now why Bucky had enjoyed it so much. It wasn’t just a bragging point, it was liberating. The little Steve voice in your head spoke up then, reminding you that you really couldn’t afford to get caught, and you kept on moving. The roof of this building was easy to navigate, and you made a note to come back sometime when you could have a lookout to let you know when campus security was on the move.

The next bridge was short, which presented a unique challenge when you saw not one but three cameras all pointed towards the walkways below. At least, you hoped they were pointed at the walkways below. With growing determination and an intensified sense of adventure, you scrambled across, even happier to discover the height differences in these buildings wasn’t too bad. At a casual pace, you strolled across the rooftop of this building. The thrill of the possibility of being caught grew stronger as you realized that the building you were on housed your campus security. With a smirk, you took your time, pausing occasionally to listen. Adventure was fun and all, but you didn’t need this to end early.

The next rooftop required a little more effort to get up, but you managed to find a few handholds in the brick that allowed you to scale up to the next building. The gravel at the top of this one crunched in a way that made you slow your pace. The echoes from this rooftop had the potential to be louder, and you watched each step carefully.

When you looked up to check your surroundings for any sign of someone noticing you, you noted that you were a little more than halfway through the rooftop run. With a smile, you paused and took a seat, allowing your nerves a few moments of relief. You took in the night sky above you, once more awed by the beauty in the stars. The occasional sound of a student hurrying across the lawn below you had you glancing down, but for a short time, you let yourself simply relax. You knew that if you allowed it, you could get used to using this as a stress relief. It was so peaceful on top of campus. You remembered to snap a few pictures, both to remind you of how nice the night had been and to prove to Bucky that you’d actually done it.

As you shivered from the chill of the night air, however, you realised you needed to keep moving. Easing back up, you brushed off the gravel that stuck to you and moved onwards. The last part ahead of you looked to be the most difficult, and you were glad you’d saved this end for last or you probably would have chickened out at the start. With a determined nod, you made your way across the better lit part of the roof before approaching the final bridge.

The bridge in front of you was pure metal, unlike the others that had at least something to mute your footsteps. With a grimace, you noted that the drop here was larger too, which would mean that you’d be loud as you lowered yourself down. You could only hope that no one decided to walk through the hallway as you crossed this bridge. You stepped as gently as possible, each step still sounding like thunder in your ears. Or was that your heartbeat? Both seemed impossibly loud. You tried to breathe constantly and slowly but you still caught yourself holding your breath a few times as you crossed.

Finally, you reached the end of the bridge. Your breath of relief caught in your throat, however, as you realized the last height difference was just too tall. There were no places to put your hands or feet, and jumping was out of the question. You swore colourfully under your breath as you examined every possible solution to your problem before coming to only one conclusion. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, ensuring the brightness was down as far as possible as you searched for what you needed. With a frown and a whine, you hit the little green call button next to the contact you had open.

“Steve? I need your help.”

“What do you need help with, Y/N?” Steve asked, and you could hear the teasing in his voice.

“Don’t be coy, Steven, it’s not cute.” You hissed.

“It’s a little cute.”

“We can argue about the level of cuteness of this at a later time. I’m stuck, just like your asshole of a best friend predicted, and I need your help. Please.”

“Bucky’s not that mu-” You cut him off.

“Don’t even try to pretend Bucky’s not an asshole. You know it as well as I do. A lovable asshole, but an asshole.”

“Fair.” Steve conceded and you smiled at your small victory. “Anyway, where are you? I’ll come help, I’ve got a short break.” There was a muffled conversation on his end of the phone. “Or I’ve got the rest of the night off. Thanks guys!” He yelled to someone on the other end of the phone.

“I’m stuck on the bridge between the real science and the fake science building.”

“Making fun of my major isn’t going to get you help any faster.”

“I know, but I need to do something to keep my mind off the fact that I’m currently freezing my ass off on top of a slippery metal bridge in the sky and I can’t get up to the last building in this stupid run and-” You trailed off as you started to hyperventilate.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Deep breath. Focus on my voice.” Steve kept his voice low and level, and you closed your eyes and leaned against the wall as you followed his instructions. “I’m on my way, I’ll be there in just a few minutes, just keep calm. If I talk to you about my shift, will that help?”

You nodded before you realised he couldn’t see you. “Yes please.” Your voice was barely more than a whisper, but he must have heard.

“Well, already tonight I’ve been on two calls for kids who got too drunk to function. I even had to get one on a stretcher and Sam and I needed to carry him down the stairs and out to the ambulance. Poor guy is going to need his stomach pumped. I don’t envy him.” Steve chuckled and you breathed a shaky laugh. “Another kid managed to sprain her ankle and you’ll never guess how.”

“How?” You murmured, already feeling a little better.

“She was watching Netflix.”

“What?? How is that possible?” You asked, voice already a little stronger.

“I guess her foot fell asleep from the way she was sitting on it and when she got up to make some popcorn, she fell and sprained her ankle.” You had to slam a fist over your mouth to muffle your laughter.

“I don’t believe you.” You teased, opening your eyes just a crack to look out at the campus spread below you.

“I swear on apple pie, it’s true.” You smiled and took a few more deep breaths.

“Anything else funny happen tonight?”

“Well, you’re in luck, you see. It just so happens that another call came through specifically for one of our guys on shift.”

“Oh?” You asked, intrigued.

“Yup. I guess this girl decided to do something incredibly stupid and only her friend could come save her from the mess she got herself into.” You frowned.

“Steven Grant, if you are insinuating that I am the stupid girl....” You growled, just in time to see him poke his head over the ledge above you.

“Did someone call for a rescue?” He grinned cheekily, and it took all your willpower not to throw your phone at him. You quickly pressed the ‘end call’ button on your phone and shoved it back into your hoodie pocket.

“You’re a little shit, Rogers.” The disapproving effect you were going for was ruined by the vicious shiver that wracked your body. The wind had not been kind to you on top of the bridge.

“Don’t insult your saviour. It’s not nice.” He responded, reaching his arms down for you. You reached up and grabbed his hands and he immediately pulled, allowing you to walk up the side of the building and scramble over the ledge and onto the roof. After you were safely on the roof, Steve wrapped an arm around you and walked you over to the door.

“No, no, hold on.” You stopped before Steve could open the door. “Look up. Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve seen?” You looked back up at the stars to savour the view one more time.

“Sure is.” You glanced over at Steve, hoping to catch him looking up and to memorise his features only to find him already looking at you. Your face was suddenly very warm despite your earlier chill.

“Steve did you even look at the stars?” Your voice was frustratingly quiet.

“I am right now.” You could see a similar blush forming on his cheeks.

“You were supposed to look up, Steve.” You mentally slapped yourself for your comment, but when he smiled anyway, you couldn’t help but return it. He obliged you for a few moments before looking back at you.

“I like this view better.” He smiled softly and you buried your face in his chest.

“Steve you can’t say things like that.” Your voice was muffled as he wrapped his arms around you.

“What should I say instead?” He asked, laughter in his tone.

“You should be yelling at me for stealing your sweatshirt or something.” You clung a little tighter to him, wrapping the fabric of the sweatshirt he was wearing around your cold fingers.

“Looks better on you anyway.” He responded, dropping his forehead onto the top of your head. You stayed like that for another minute before he lifted his head and you looked back up at him. His eyes flitted down to your lips and instinctively your tongue darted out to wet them.

“I’ve got another question for you.” His voice was lower now and you bit your lip as you hummed in response. “Can I kiss you?” He let out a shaky breath when you nodded, tilting his head down until your lips met. Warmth spread through your body, chasing the chill away and you gripped his sweatshirt a little tighter, pulling him just a little bit closer. When he broke the kiss an eternity and only seconds later, he let out a breathless laugh.

“What?” You asked, burying your face back into his chest, embarrassed that his first reaction was to laugh.

“I can’t say I expected our first kiss to be on a rooftop after I rescued you from yourself.” He smiled tilting your head up so you could see it.

“You expected our first kiss?” You teased as you shivered, despite his warmth.

“Didn’t you?” He asked, noting your shiver and pulling you with him towards the door.

“I may have thought about it once or twice.” You smiled sheepishly as he opened the door for you and ushered you through it. He closed the door behind you both as quietly as possible and you reached for his hand as soon as it was done, lacing your fingers with his.

“Only once or twice?” He asked, cocky now as he squeezed your hand.

“A day.” You grinned, his resulting laughter echoing in the stairwell.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He started, leaning in toward your ear to whisper his next sentence. “I did too.” You blushed at this and buried your head in his shoulder as you made your way down the stairs and back outside, feet on the ground and head in the clouds.

“Wait, Steven.” You stopped abruptly and he turned to face you, concern gracing his features. “I did it.” Your eyes lit up with excitement. “I did it!” You shouted giddily, releasing his hand to do a little victory dance.

“Sort of. You did need some help.” He cocked an eyebrow at you as you settled down.

“Shut up and let me be happy. I did the thing and I can rub it in Bucky’s stupid face.” You wiggled a little as you put your hand back in his.

“Did it really make you happy though? Or are you just happy to have something to rub in Bucky’s face?” He started leading you back towards your dorm and you frowned.

“Y’know, at first it was about rubbing it in Bucky’s face, but it actually turned out to be super fun. It’s so peaceful up there. Liberating even.” You smiled at Steve and he shook his head, a smile on his lips.

“I’m glad it made you happy. However, maybe next time you can do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” Steve looked down at you and you smirked up at him.

“Y’know, kissing you makes me pretty happy. Is that within the confines of the legal system?” He matched the smirk on your face with one of his own.

“Y’know, I think it is.” He stopped and pulled you into him, an arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand went to you cheek, guiding your lips to his. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned onto your tiptoes to meet him halfway, a contented hum escaping your body.

“Damn.” Steve said, pulling away abruptly and causing you to doubt yourself again.

“What is it this time?” You frowned, eyes betraying your lack of confidence.

“Not you, sorry doll. It’s Sam.” You frowned deeper this time.

“My kissing you reminds you of Sam?” You deadpan, arms dropping back to your side.

“Only because I now owe him money.”

“You what?” Confusion quickly erased the look of doubt from your face.

“Well, when they let me off early tonight, Sam told me that if I ended up, y’know, letting you know how I feel about you, I had to pay him five bucks.” Steve smiled sheepishly and you rolled your eyes.

“Boys.” Steve shrugged. “Hey, I’ve got a question for you, since you got to ask a few questions of me earlier.”

“Fire away.” Steve looked down at you with seriousness in his eyes.

“You ever gonna kiss me without thinking of something else?” You challenged and he tightened his hold on your waist.

“How about now?” He asked, lowering his head to yours again without waiting for a response. You could feel the smile on his lips even as he kissed you, and you wondered if he could feel yours too. After a few minutes, you shivered again, and he broke the kiss. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“Actually, can we go back to your place?” You met his confused face with a smirk. “I wanna see Barnes’ stupefied face when he finds out I finished his rooftop run and stole his best friend’s heart in one night.” Steve let out a booming laugh and squeezed your shoulder.

“To be fair, the heart thing was a while ago, but sure. Let’s go see my asshole best friend’s ‘stupefied’ face.” You tucked your head back into the crook of his shoulder and thanked the stars above that the only thing you loved in the world more than Steve Rogers was proving Bucky Barnes wrong.

[the-canary]

Sky Full of Song - B.B (9/10)

Summary: Giving a recovering amnesiac the proper musical education he was missing, wasn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt:  “Should I reveal exactly how I feel?”

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A/N: This is for @redgillan writing challenge. one more chapter! ;A;

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

“Put these on, they’re your new set,” Two explains to you shortly before you had been told it was a definite that you were going on the next mission in regards to the supercomputers. You thought it was a little odd that she gave you a new set, Six always did that, but you knew she always worried.  

“Oh, ok. Did you make them?” you question, looking at the sleeker and more compact design as Four simply shrugs, not quite sure what is going on either.

“No, made some calls and payments so you have the best, kid,” Two smiles, and you know you can’t say no to her when she has done so much, as Four lets out a lovestruck sigh at the sight.

“Wow,” you exclaim as the headphones and gloves give your new powers more precision and subtly than before. You grin and shake your head before realizing something.

“Does Six know? Did you run it by him? Should I really be using new tech without testing first?” you ask the dark-haired woman and she shakes her head in affirmation, but before you can say anything else you become aware that you are going to be late for your first Avengers’ meeting. You give the two of them a quick goodbye before leaving the room.

That’s when green eyes turn to meet brown as Two hands him a file -- yours and all the details in regards to what Six had been doing through his own creations. The blond frowns before closing the documentation.

“Does she know?” Four questions with a sigh, trying to keep himself calm and not do anything stupid for once.

“Hill knows, and that’s all that matters,” Two states as she moves forward and grabs a small black box from her desk. Green eyes never leaving her own, “And we have been tasked to do something about it.”

“Scary,” Four whistles out, trying to change the mood of whatever she is gonna have him do next because the image of brotherly Six is gone and is slowly being replaced with something else.

“And you love it,” Two grins, as Four just shakes his head bashfully.

“So, what song are we playing on the way there?” Four grins as the black-haired woman shakes her head, allowing herself this moment of levity.

“Killer Queen,” Two says without missing beat, knowing it was one of the few songs all three of you could agree on. The blond grins, as she smiles back though both completely serious and aware of what’s going down next.

“God, I love you,” Four declares, as Two laughs as they leave the room to prepare for their own mission.

twenty-fifth night.

It wasn’t an easy mission.

“1 minute, Energizer Bunny,” Bucky hears Tony quip towards you in the comms, as you acknowledge quickly. He learned that your attention had to be undivided for your powers to work, though that made you sitting target that him and Natasha had to watch over. He sees streaks of silver and green flying from your fingers and surrounding most of your body. The Soviet-era computers came alive around you, spilling all their secrets as you go through their programming like butter.

“Almost done!” you yell through the comms channel, hand weaving in a similar fashion to Wanda’s, as more HYDRA agents come into the room. Natasha takes down most of them through hand-to-hand combat, while he shoots them down from his vantage point.  One had made it past them and he was welcomed to enjoy your new electric shock treatment. Both Natasha and him are busy taking on this new wave to notice something going on in your corner, but then they hear it.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

All the computers around you start to collapse with a small fire starting to the right of you. Bucky can see the look of panic in your eyes for a moment, as your movements gets more frantic, and just as he gets up from taking down the last HYDRA agent on his back -- he sees it. The large green screen changes into a familiar face and you scream -- Zola, Zola, Zola. He’s talking in numbers and a large metal object has you falling to the floor. The fire is spreading and the sound of metal crunching together blocks out your screams of help. Bucky is trying his hardest to reach, but he can’t. Bucky screaming for you to wake up, but it’s not happening.

“She’s mine.”

Everything goes black.

“JAMES!”

The familiar voice has him lurching out of the bed he is currently in, as wide eyes look around the suddenly lit up room trying to figure out where he could be. The heavy smell of bleach and antiseptic reminds his struggling mind that he is in the medical wing due to a dislocated shoulder. He glances to his right to see your concern face, and then he’s reminded that only part of his dream was true. Your right arm is bandaged due to crushed by one of the computers that collapsed towards the end of the mission and there is a bandage on your left cheek due to fighting a HYDRA agent. You wait, let him settle back into this time and place, a while before speaking.

“Can I sit?” you asks softly as he nods. You sit on his right side and smile gleefully at him, as he taken notice of the small circular item in your hands with some earphones. Bucky knows what it is and is somewhat surprised that you would use such an old CD player. You soon take notice off what he is looking at.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you laugh and Bucky knows now that he can’t take his eyes off of you when you’re making such a lovely sound, “But, I used to have one as a kid, I’m still kind of attached to it.”

“What are ya listening to?” he asks, like it’s the first time you meet all over again.

“Hm...I wonder if you’ll like it,” you frown, not quite sure how Bucky would take to the iconic band. While they were more popular now, it wasn’t one of there more famous songs, but you had been feeling like this for quite some time now and it resonated with you.

“‘course I will,” he says like it’s the surest thing in the world, the undertone of I love anything  you do, left unsaid. You believe him slightly because outside of Elvis, he seemed to enjoyed most of the music he had sorely missed out on.  

“Okay, this is Queen,” you explain, as you lean in more and put an earbud in his ear. You’re too busy explaining that you almost miss him leaning into your touch more than usual, “I think they’re the only band my coworkers and I can completely agree on.”

“Okay, start it,” Bucky nods his head, as you push the play button and watch his reactions throughout the entire song.  

A piano and rock ballad welcomes him into the song, as the male voice sings all some of the thoughts that have been ringing through his head for quite some time now. Blue eyes look up to meet yours, your smile widens and your eyes shine with excitement and other emotions things that he can only begin to phantom, but in this moment -- in this bleached out room, injured but smiling, you only belonged to him and he to you, everything he ever wanted was right in front of him, then his heart stops for a moment. It hits him like the guitar solo.

Why it hurt when he didn’t see you? Why he worried like hell during the whole mission? Why you were in his nightmares all the time now?

Bucky Barnes is in love.  

Finale (part 10) 

[randomstoriesofabunny]

Not Today!

Summary: Steven Rogers was recruited to be a guardian angel after his death. His first assignment is Natasha Romanoff. So when a grim reaper tells him it’s time for him to let her go, he is adamant to protect her.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Masterlist

[the-canary]

Sky Full of Song - B.B (1/10)

Summary: Giving a recovering amnesiac the proper musical education he was missing, wasn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt:  “Should I reveal exactly how I feel?”

Word Count:  1251

Masterlist

 A/N: This is for @redgillan writing challenge. This isn’t my first time writing a fanfic, but it is for MCU so I hope you enjoy! I am aiming for 8 chapters, but we’ll see how it goes. Also, if you have any musical suggestions, let me know what artist and which decade! I already have some I am thinking about. There will be links for the songs too!

 Warnings: Mentions of a certain mobile game, but you don’t need to know much about it.

first night.

"Do you dislike us that much, sweets?" a light accent teases you, as you pick up your laptop and prepare to find somewhere more comfortable to spend the night in. You shake your head at green eyes light up with mischief.

"I would rather not suffocate with you and Two giving each other googly eyes  again, " you retort, and you see him blush lightly, though in all honestly it sometimes did get a little too suffocating in the room the three of you shared. You're surprised you hadn't killed each other from cabin fever after working together for so long. 

"I'll see ya in the morning. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do," you smile, and the blond rolls his eyes.

"...Which isn't anything at all," he murmurs, which makes you let out a sarcastic laugh. After wandering around a few floors, you eventually settle for one of the couches near the gym.  You turn on your laptop and start working on the code that the Security Director had given you to break and analyze. 

You put in a familiar tune and settle in for the long night, completely unaware of someone exiting the gym.

second night. 

"So, a two-night mission and we're watching as back up?" you question and the stern face of Maria Hill nods. You return the gesture, though you are sure Four is groaning in the back. It wasn't that you guys weren't proud of helping the Avengers, but it did make your little group feel inadequate at times.   

"Understood, ma'am", the short-haired, but as equally stern-faced woman next to you response and for first half of the night the three of you are okay with that. It really isn't until it hits 3am and you're on your fourth cup of coffee (one can only watch the Black Widow kickass so many times before it got boring – not because of her, but just on how other people fell so easily for it after a while) and waiting for the little icon of your game to signal a new chat made you feel restless.

"Leaving again?" Four questions you again, as brown eyes quirk from afar at the sound of your conversation. You shrug and pick up your computer before waving goodbye. 

"Remember to clock out this time!" Two ends up yelling out in concern, the only real thing that she has said all night. 

You sigh and set-up in the kitchenette near the office, just to make sure you’re close if Two or Four need you for whatever reason. You set up the music on a low volume this time around, as your phone pings at the start of a new chapter within your mobile game. 

You're too engrossed in the game to notice someone breathing heavily down the hallway where all the living quarters are located. The music from the night before bringing him back from the nightmares he is so used to, as he sits on the floor until early morning and you're already gone. 

third night.    

You often wondered why your skills were needed, especially in the dead of night. It wasn't that you doubted your skills as either an (former) Agent or hacker (extraordinaire), but it seemed  little obsolete to have a group of six waiting in the dark corners of the compound when F.R.I.D.A.Y could open up anybody's encrypted secrets in a matter of seconds, not to mention they also had the infamous Black Widow with them if they needed someone hands on during a mission. However, you weren't complaining when S.H.I.E.L.D was paying you and you weren't going to now that Tony Stark was -- it wasn’t like you has a choice in the matter anyways.

That's how you ended up with the night shift of your little group, along with Four and Two, and watching the current Avengers’ mission from your laptop in one of the many stations while waiting for the clock to hit 3 am. Being an insomniac lead you to playing a lot of mobile games, though this recent one demanded your attention at the strangest of hours, which was nice in some ways. You had to admit it had some catchy music, as you played it softly through the computer without a care in the world, it wasn't like Captain America could reprimand you for having the music too loud. Again .

"Dum...Dum..Dura... "  you hummed along with the music and watched the action on the computer screen, completely unaware of a certain someone coming out of the gym behind you. To be honest, it had been the third night he had seen you, playing the same song with that bored expression on your face, while tapping your fingers on the cold counter-top.        

He was curious, but it wasn't in his plans to bother you either, but your sudden furious typing and his enhanced hearing caught you murmuring about  why is Captain Rogers always in the way of the turrets. Would he please stop giving me a heart-attack, damn, had his “Steve alarm” on overdrive.     

He walks up to your side, looking over your shoulder to see the image of a familiar blue figure running through a group of turrets shooting at him. You were typing away on the other side in symbols that he can understand here and there. The thumping of the music putting him a little more on edge than he should be, but somehow as you finish typing the machines move to look elsewhere for their target. The two of you let out a collective sigh and he finally grabs your attention as you let out a small shriek. 

" Fuck , I didn't see you there, Sergeant Barnes," you let out a deep breath and he shakes his head before glancing at the screen once more, though now the Falcon was its central focus and Bucky was still mad at Sam for eating the last slice of pizza earlier this afternoon. So, he turns his attention back to your frowning face.

"I'm sorry if my music bothered you," you explain, clearly thinking you had gotten in trouble because of the noise, and get closer to your phone, ready to turn it off as Bucky shakes his head.

" 'S okay, I wasn't sleeping anyways. I was wondering if you had anythin' else of the sort," Bucky asks, while brushing his hand nervously through the back of his neck. Your eyes bulge for a second at the request before shaking your head rapidly in affirmation. He smiles at the fact that you don’t ask any questions and simply take your phone and scroll through it. 

"It reminds me of big band music, which I really enjoy...kind like this," you ramble before putting on the familiar sound of Benny Goodman's One O’Clock Jump .  It is much softer than the previous track, but it still has the same effect of getting the blood running through your veins and hit the dance floor with a pretty girl – though Bucky wasn’t planning on doing that anytime soon. It takes him a moment to take in the sound, but soon his blue eyes light up in familiarity. You shake a little in your seat while listening to the music you had grown fond of back home.

"Good beat, yeah?" you question softly while tapping your fingers on top of your thigh, though not fully understanding the implications it might have for him.

"Sure is," he murmurs back, as you spend the rest of the night playing big band music. 

Part 2