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When I Was Older- Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes x Holmes! Reader (eventually) Avengers x Sherlock

Summary: John Watson is one of Reader’s friends. Her other is a cat whom she found in the alley between two flats. Reader is a Holmes and a high functioning sociopath. The Avengers need the readers help as Moriarty has teamed up with Hydra. Takes place between season 3 and 4 (my favorite season) of Sherlock. Infinity War and Endgame never happened.

Series Warnings: blood, violence, angst, fluff, is Moriarty a warning?, death

A/N: Happy Memorial Day, mis amigos! Here’s chapter one of When I Was Older. This series was inspired by the song by Billie Eilish (love her) and I just rlly love Sherlock. Your feedback of the prologue warmed mi pequeño corazón! Without further ado, here’s the first chapter.

(A/N: i also changed the moodboard)

The quinjet rocked slightly as it flew through the air. Bucky sat, along with the other Avengers, strapped and in his uniform. Clint sat in the pilot seat, navigating. Steve and Tony were talking in hushed whispers, discussing the mission at hand.

They had gotten word of a Hydra base off the shore of England, Sutherland to be exact, and had suited up almost immediately. It was 9pm when they boarded the jet. Now it was close to midnight. Bucky had been riddled with nightmares the past week and was eager to finally get a good’s night rest.

“ETA: five minutes,” barked Clint.

Tony and Steve strapped themselves in their own seats, as Clint flipped switches preparing to land. The quinjet successfully made its descent and the team stood. Steve clipped the shield on his back and walked out. Bucky checked the ammo of his guns before walking down the ramp.

Rolling green hills, light golden colored sand and the salty aroma of sea water, along with the twinkling stars, almost calmed him. Almost. He quickly remembered why they were here and turned the safety off his guns. The team walked in a group, taking in their surroundings and watching out for danger. As they walked through a forest of trees,signs exclaimed ‘danger!’ and some with skulls and crossbones on them.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, scan the area,” ordered Tony.

“There seems to be seven active mines. I am recalculating the route to avoid them,” spike the AI.

A map of the forest with dots,Tony assumed as mines, and a path highlighted.

“Alright follow me.”

The team followed after him a single file line. The hairs on the back of their necks stood on end. Suddenly an explosion rang out, causing them all to flinch. They quickly looked at each other, making sure the other was safe, when they realized they didn’t set off the mine. Someone else did. Tony, Rhodey and Sam took off and flew above the trees to see what had caused the explosion.

“Jesus,” muttered Rhodes as he saw what was in front of him.

The Hydra based was gone, blown to bits. Bodies littered the ground, blood and limbs scattered as well. The tress surrounding the base were burnt and had parts of them blown away. A mine didn’t do this.

“You guys are gonna wanna see this.”

The rest of them quickly made their way to the base and stopped in their tracks. The odor of smoke and burnt flesh hung in the air. They scrunched their noses and walked through the rubble. Bucky looked at the scene in front of him. The mess of dead bodies and concrete made his stomach churn. As he took in what he saw, something caught his eye. Turning to the side he saw the only remaining wall, even thought half of it had been blown away.

“Um guys,” he spoke through the com, “I found something.”

The team quickly found him and Wanda gasped at what she saw. They stood in shock and horror. A man was hanging off the side of the wall by a metal pole in his chest. Written in blood and pieces of flesh was a message.

‘Get Holmes

-M’

Bucky sure wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

***

“You have been busy, haven’t you,” remarked Mycroft, behind his newspaper, with a little laugh. “Quite the busy little bee.” He put his paper down.

“Moriarty’s network, it took me two years to dismantle it,” You replied back as a man stood behind you, cutting your hair.

“You’re confident that you have?”

There goes brother Mycroft, doubting you again.

“The Serbian side was the last piece of the puzzle.”

“Yes. You got yourself in deep there with Baron Maupertius. Quite a scheme,” Mycroft joked.

“Colossal,” You muttered.

“Anyway. You’re safe now. A small ‘thank you’ wouldn’t go amiss.”

“What for?” You mindlessly asked.

“For wading in. In case you’ve forgotten, field work is not my natural milieu.”

Your brows furrowed. You raised a hand to the barber to tell him to stop and sat forward in the chair with a grunt. The Serbian man had done a number on you. “Wading in? You sat there and watched me being beaten to a pulp,” You pointed out.

“I got you out,” defended Mycroft.

“No, I got me out.” You argued back. “Why didn’t you intervene sooner?”

“I couldn’t risk giving myself away, could I?” Mycroft said it like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. “It would’ve ruined everything.”

“You were enjoying it,” You accused.

“Nonsense.”

“Definitely enjoying it.”

“Listen, do you have any idea what it was like,” began Mycroft, “(Y/N), going undercover? Smuggling my way into their ranks like that?”

You rolled your eyes.

“The noise, the people!”

You sat back in the chair with another grunt and allowed the barber to finish his work.

“I didn’t know you spoke Serbian,” You questioned.

“I didn’t. But the language has a Slavic root. Frequent Turkish and German loan- words. Took me a couple of hours,” shrugged Mycroft.

“Hmm, you’re slipping.”

An bitter smile crawled its way up Mycroft’s lips. “Middle age, sister mine. Comes to us all.”

The door opened and Anthea stepped through with your clothes in hand.

***

John stepped through 221B Baker Street with timid steps. He watched as dust hovered off the furniture and drifted through the air. You never liked it when people dusted. Memories of your adventures flooded his mind. He drew a breath in to compose himself. Mrs. Hudson came in and turned on the lights.

“I couldn’t face letting in out,” she said. Breaking John’s train of thought.

She walked over and drew the curtains, grimacing at the dirt. “She never liked me dusting.”

“No, I know,” he replied, thinking of the moment when you had a screaming match with Mrs. Hudson about her cleaning.

“Where’s Alyx?” John had also taking a liking to the cat. She reminded him of you.

“Oh, um, she ran away one night and never came back. I leave food out, but she never shows. So why now? What changed your mind?”

“Well, I’ve got some news,” John started.

“Oh god, is it serious,” asked Mrs. Hudson.

“What? No, no I’m not ill. I’ve, uh well, I’m...moving on.”

“You’re emigrating?”

“Nope. Uh, no, I’ve uh, I have met someone,” he explained.

“Oh! Ah, lovely,” gushed the elderly woman.

“Yeah. We’re getting married. Well, I’m going to ask, anyway.” The excitement was evident in his voice.

“So soon after (Y/N)?”

“Hm, well, yes.”

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. They turned around to see Tony Stark and Steve Rogers in the door way. Mrs. Hudson let out a surprised gasp and John’s eyebrows shot up.

“We hope we’re not intruding, but we, uh, need some help,” Steve shyly said.

“Is (Y/N) Holmes here by any chance?” Asked Tony.

The mention of your name mad them tense. Sadness creeped into their hearts.

“No, she’s not,” John told them.

“Do you know when she’ll be back?”

“She’s gone. As in, uh, dead,” croaked Mrs. Hudson.

This seemed to surprise the two super heroes. “Oh, we’re sorry. We didn’t know,” Steve apologized.

“We’ll be on our way. Sorry again,” Tony nodded his condolences and ushered him and Steve out the flat.

They stepped into the cab that had been waiting.

“So, what now?”

“I have no idea.”

***

“I need you to give this matter your full attention, (Y/N), is that quite clear?” Instructed your brother.

“What do you think of this shirt,” you asked you tucked the shirt in your dress pants.

“(Y/N)!”

“I will find your underground terror cell, Mycroft. Just put me back in London. I need to get to know the place again, breathe it in. Feel every quiver of its beating heart.”

“One of our men died getting this information,” Anthea explained. “All the chatter, all the traffic concurs, there’s going to be a terrorist strike on London, a big one.”

“And what about John Watson,” you asked as you shrugged on your suit jacket.

Mycroft and Anthea shared a look.

“John?”

“Hmm. Have you seen him?”

“Oh yes, we meet up every Friday for fish and chips,” Mycroft said sarcastically.

You gave him a look before shifting your gaze to the mirror, buttoning your jacket.

“I’ve kept a weather eye on him, of course.”

Anthea handed you a file. You opened it. A slew of pictures, along with a few papers were inside.

“We haven’t been in touch at all to prepare him,” explained Mycroft.

You noticed a recent photo of John. He looked the same except he had a mustache on his upper lip. It certainly did not suit him.

“Well, we’ll have to get rid of that,” You said.

“We?”

“He looks ancient. I can’t be seen wandering around with an old man.” You set the file on Mycroft’s desk.

You sighed deeply, putting on the last touches on your outfit. You ran your hands through your hair. You always like it when it fell just past your shoulders. It felt good to be in your familiar clothes after being on the run for the past two years. “I think I’ll surprise John. He’ll be delighted.”

“You think so,” Mycroft doubted with a amused smile on face.

“Hmm, pop off to Baker Street, who knows, jump out of a cake,” you quipped.

“Baker Street? He isn’t there anymore.”

You turned to him, having an incredulous look on your face.

“Why would he be? It’s been two years. He’s got on with his life,” Mycroft explained.

“What life? I’ve been away,” You added.

Mycroft rolled his eyes.

“Where’s he going to be tonight.”

“How should I know?”

“You always know,” you said with confidence.

“He has a dinner reservation in the Marylebone Road. Nice little spot. They have a few bottles of the 2000 St. Emilion, though I prefer the 2001,” told Mycroft.

“I think maybe I’ll just drop by. “

“You know, it is just possible that you won he welcomed,” Mycroft tried to reason to you.

You scoffed. “No, it isn’t. Now, where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“You know what.”

Anthea came in, your infamous coat in hand and collar popped. You smiled at the sight of your trusty coat. She helped putting it on and you stepped into your iconic black heels.

“Welcome back, Misses Holmes,” voiced Anthea.

“Thank you,” You fixed your newly cut hair and ran your hands down the coat.

You turned to Mycroft. “Blood.”

You walked out and for the first time in two years, you felt alive.

A/N: that’s it for the first chapter! It was actually longer than this but it was too long, so I broke it up into two chapters. I’ll be posting again later this week, so don’t worry.

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Things Left Unsaid

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Cassian Andor x Reader, Gender Neutral, Lots of fluff and angst

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Requested by Anonymous: can I request a Cassian x reader fic? Where they are rlly close friends and in love but they haven't told this to the other yet, bc the reader has her walls up and all, but Cassian decides he needs to tell her how he feels and all??

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Word Count: 1.7 K

           There was an unspoken understanding between you and Cassian.

           You loved each other.  You knew it. He knew it. But neither of you said or did anything about it. 

          You had known each other since you were children, having been brought to the rebellion around the same time.  You trained together, fought together, and killed together. You had taken a blaster for him more than once and he had done the same for you. You trusted him more than anybody else in the galaxy and you were sure he felt the same, but there was still a wall between you.  One you had built yourself.  

           You had lost your family and over the years of fighting had lost more friends than at times you could even remember.  Somehow it felt if you didn’t say the words, if you never acted on your feeling you were keeping him safe.  If you didn’t take that extra step, the universe wouldn’t conspire to take him away from you.  So, you stayed silent.  

           You didn’t know how Cassian felt about it.  At times, you would catch him watching you before quickly looking away. You could feel the love in them, but also the sadness.  A part of you knew you were hurting him, but it was for the best.

           There was no time for that sort of thing.  The Empire’s tyranny and corruption only grew with each passing day. That was the only thing that really mattered.  

          Or so you kept telling yourself as blaster fire ricocheted off the deflector shields of your ship.  

          You kept your hands tight on the controls, trying your best to ignore the blood dripping from your hairline and down your face.

          You had been sent out on a mission to retrieve information from a seemingly reliable informant.  It turned out to be a trap.  You only just managed to escape with a busted head and a rusted cruiser with the empire right on your tail.  You just needed to last long enough for the computer to make the calculations to jump.

          Another blaster shot rocked the outside of the ship, almost knocking you out of your seat.  You heard the sickening sound of tearing metal and the warning beeps from the consul telling you lost the deflector shield.  

          In desperation, you dove into a sharp dive, hoping it would throw off the Tie-fighters pursuing you, but no such luck.  The ship you stole didn’t have much maneuverability and it didn’t take them long to correct their course.

          A different beep came from the consul, causing you to smile for the first time that day. You reached out punching the ship into hyperspace just as a bolt of green shot your wing.  The combined jolt from hyperspace and the blast threw your forward knocking you headfirst into the dashboard.  The last thing you saw was a stretch of star lines, and then nothing.

          A dull steady ache throbbing in your skull was what finally woke you up. You prided yourself on having a high tolerance for pain, but over the years you had discovered there was something about a headache that at times seemed so much worse than a blaster shot.

          You tried your best to ignore it, gritting your teeth as you opened your eyes and blinked away the light.

          You were in a medical ward, that much was certain. You weren’t restrained so you defiantly hadn’t been captured. A quick glance at the state of the room and the equipment told you the rest, bringing a small smile to your face.  You had made it home.

          It was then you noticed a slight dip in the mattress at your side.  You turned your head, to see Cassian fast asleep in a chair right beside your bed. His body was slumped over the mattress with his head resting on his arms. You knew you shouldn’t had been surprised seeing him, but you couldn’t help your heart from aching at the sight.

          Slowly, you reached out your hand, stroking his hair lightly through your fingers.

          He looked a mess.  Even asleep, you could still see the bags under his eyes and the stress marking his features.  His clothes were so wrinkled and ragged and you wondered just how long he had been there this time.

          He started to stir.

          You pulled your hand away, cursing yourself for disturbing him.  He probably hadn’t slept properly since you were brought in.

           He groaned slightly, as he shook his head, trying to get his bearings.  With effort, he turned his gaze toward you finally catching your eyes. He jerked up then, his whole body coming suddenly to life.

          “Y/N,” he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.  “Are you alright?”

          “Nothing missing,” you said, with a reassuring smile. “Slight headache though.”

          Apparently, he didn’t think it was very funny, as his face grew extremely serious.

          “I can get the medical droid if you need it.”

          You have a firm shake of the head.

          “I’m fine Cass,” you said.

          He took a moment to look you over, checking to see if you were lying about the pain, but he couldn’t find anything.  Relief finally took over his features as his shoulders relaxed.

          “What happened?” he asked.

           “It was a trap,” you said simply.  “Bucketheads had me made as soon as I hit the planet.”

          His eyes widened, looking you up and down as if suddenly in awe of you being there at all.

          “How did you get out?”

          “Luck,” you shrugged.  “I was able to get the jump on one of them and find a transport, just so happened the first one I found had light speed capabilities. You probably gathered from the ship I had a little trouble getting out of the system. What happened after I was knocked out?”

          He didn’t answer right away.  He turned his gaze downward, before taking your hand gently in his.

          “You came out of hyperspace with a ship practically torn in half and weren’t responding to communications.  We got a squad up there as soon as we could, and found you bleeding out in the pilot seat.”

          His grip on your hand suddenly tightened, not unpleasantly so, but just enough to assure him you were still with him.

          “That was about a week ago,” he said softly.

          Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at him.

“What?”

          “You had substantial blood loss and multiple concussions,” he continued, his voice growing tight. “They kept saying how they weren’t sure when you were going to wake up.”

          He looked to you then.  All the fear, and worry evident in his eyes.  Maybe he was too tired to hide it or something else in him had finally snapped. Either way, it was the most vulnerable you had seen him since you were children.  

          “You can’t do that again,” he said sternly.  “Do you understand? Never again.”

          You kept you gaze steady.  You wanted desperately to tell him what he wanted to hear, but you couldn’t do it.  Slowly, you shook your head.

          “I can’t promise that.”

          “Why not?”

          “If I asked you to stop, would you do it?”

          Cassian opened his mouth to counter, but nothing came out.  His shoulder’s slumped and he let out a small sigh of defeat.  He couldn’t give up on the rebellion even if it killed him.  You both knew it.

          He looked back down at the bed, taking a great interest in your entwined hands.

          “I can’t lose you too,” he said quietly.

          You gave him a soft smile, as you gently squeezed his hand.

          “Neither can I,” you said.

          He sighed, bringing you hand to his lips and placed at soft kiss on the top.

          “I love you,” he said.

          You had heard this before. It was a simple “I love you”.  The kind to assure the other that you will be there for them and miss them when they’re gone. It wasn’t the kind you felt deep in your heart, but it was appreciated all the same.

          “I know,” you said with a soft smile.

          “That’s not how I meant it.”

          You felt your heart stop in your chest as he looked back up at you.  

          He did mean it.  You didn’t know why he chose then of all times to say it, but it was out there now and you couldn’t think of what to do.

          “You don’t have to say it back right now,” he said. “I hope, someday you can.  I don’t mind waiting.  I just needed you to know.”

          You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the headache. Maybe it was simply because he said it first, but you felt everything you had buried suddenly bubble to the surface until you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

          “I love you too,” you said.

          It slipped past your lips as easily as breathing.

          “More than anything really.”

          Cassian stared at you in stunned silence, then, slowly, a smile started to spread across his face.

          He reached out it hand, cupping your cheek carefully as if he was afraid he’d break you. He leaned down, finally pressing his lips against yours. You gave into the feeling. Your eyes fell closed on their own as you kissed him back.  You poured everything into the kiss, trying to communicate without words just how much he meant to you as you felt just how much you meant to him.

          He pulled away first, keeping his face close to yours as each of you caught your breath.

          You opened your eyes to see his staring back at you.  You didn’t fight the urge to sink deep into them.  You had never felt more complete as you did in that moment.  You wanted it to last, but soon the fear started to creep back into your heart.

          “I’m scared Cass,” you said, your voice sounding as small as you felt.

          He stayed silent for a moment as he gently rubbed his thumb against your cheek. He then pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

          “I am too,” he said, “but we’ll face it together.”

          He said it so certainly you couldn’t help but believe him.  A small smile spread across your face. You trusted him. You loved him, and that was all that mattered.

          “Okay.”