#though he’s using Steve’s feelings for Sharon to recruit him for a mission to help her

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would've been you ; steve rogers x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 4,477 words

summary — in which steve rogers pretends to be in a relationship in order to get his ex to stop pestering about his life.

warnings —swear words, fluff?? mentions of blood and bruising, angst?? insecurities, implied smut

pairing — steve rogers x fem!reader

a/n — italics are the flashbacks,,, and would you believe it's been a fat minute since i've written about steve rogers??? so i hope i bring his character justice lmao,, also this is my take on the fake dating au so i would really appreciate some feedback and asks/messages are open! if you follow me, please state your age/age range in your bio. i will block you if you follow me and don’t have your age/age range in your bio!!!

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“There you are, doll!” Steve cheerily yelled, pausing his current conversation with Sharon. Walking over to Y/N, he kissed her cheek and took advantage of the fact that his back was facing Sharon and whispered in her ear, “Play along with it, please.”

Sensing the desperation in his tone, she nodded in her head and plastered a smile on her face, “Where have you been, doll?” The way he called her doll had her biting the inside of her cheek as she had to remind herself that this was all just a ruse and so she went along, “I’m sorry ‘bout that, honey,” She raised the folders that contained important mission intel, “Had to run these over by Fury first.”

Draping an arm over Y/N’s shoulder, he then turned to Sharon and smiled at her, “Oh Sharon, I don’t think I’ve told you yet but me and Y/N have been dating for quite a while now.” The girl being addressed to tilted her head a bit  — she was silently analyzing the pair’s compatibility and after a few silent seconds she somewhat came to the conclusion that they were somewhat a good couple — before smiling, “Well good for you both! Thought that our breakup was too harsh on you, Steve.”

Y/N had to hold back a chuckle at Sharon’s seemingly innocent remark; but Steve could only scoff, “Well it was harsh, until I was with my beautiful doll.” She felt his lips place a gentle kiss on the top of her head and she didn’t know the reason behind her snuggling herself to Steve’s side — was it because she was playing along? Or was it due to the warmth his body was radiating made her relax and seek more of that comfort.

“Since you have a girl,” It creeped Y/N out when Sharon wiggled her eyebrows as she said the word girl, “You wouldn’t mind going to my Valentine’s party then?” The Avenger took the invite she held out. “A Valentine’s party? Wouldn’t that be a bit condescending?”

Chuckling at her question, Sharon just waved them off, “Oh no! I don’t think it will be. Plus, me and Mark just love celebrating every holiday or festival!” She checked her phone and realized she had somewhere else to be, she waved off as she bid adieu, “I’ll see you both okay? Bye!”

“Be sure to invite us for your St. Patrick's Day party, okay?” Y/N sarcastically reminded her as Steve genuinely laughed out loud. Once Sharon was out of their sight, he grabbed her hand and led her into his office so they could discuss privately.

“What the fuck was that, Steve?” Y/N yelled at him once they both were inside his soundproof office. “I’m sorry! I had to do so,” Steve explained, his blue eyes evidently expressed stress, “Sharon suddenly had me cornered and was asking about how I was after we broke up.”

“So you decided to tell her that we were dating?!”

“No!” His answer had her confused as she tilted her head back to stare at him in disbelief, “Well, not necessarily that we were dating.”

“I feel like I’m owed more than that; so explain yourself clearly, Rogers.” Y/N crossed her arms and looked at him dead serious in the eye; sighing to calm himself down, Steve then closed his eyes before slowly opening them as he explained to her, “She asked me how I was doing post-breakup and I said I was doing well. Her nosey self wasn’t satisfied with that answer and inquired further if I was dating anyone.”

“Then you told her you were seeing me?” Y/N predicted and was surprised when Steve shook his head, “I vaguely told her that I was dating someone already.”

“But she kept on pestering you for a name and face?” She giggled as Steve rolled his eyes but nodded to answer her question, “You were the first dame to pass by and thought that maybe she’d piss off once she saw that I indeed have someone.”

Snatching the invite that he held, she read through the details of the party they were invited to as she chuckled, “Then it looks like we have a party to attend to on the 14th, hm?”

“What?” Now it was the super soldier’s turn to be stunned; he thought that it was only a one time thing where they had to pose in front of Sharon as a couple. “We’re going to the Valentine’s party?”

Pursing her lips together as she looked at him as if he lacked common sense, Y/N answered, “Well, duh. Wouldn’t it be odd if you attended the party alone when she clearly invited us both?”

He understood her point, but what he failed to recognize is why she was willing to pose as his partner when they weren’t together, in any way. “You’re on board with this whole fake dating thing?”

“Okay for one, don’t flatter yourself,” She defended as she caught herself thinking that maybe he thought that this was her way of living some fantasy where they were a real couple, “Two, you said it yourself — Sharon’s not gonna stop bothering you. Why not just ride along with whatever she’s playing, yeah?”

Her reasons made sense to Steve and he jabbed at her too, “Plus, you did seem interested with what her Valentine’s party looked like.” As he mentioned the ridiculously themed party she burst out in a fit of giggles as she raised the invitation to their eye level and said, “Well it does state that we both have to wear either red or pink.”

“I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t know you were this dumb,” Bucky stated as he placed the weights Steve lifted against the parallel bar dips of the gym bench. Lifting himself off the inclined seat, the blonde Captain glared at his best friend, “You and I both know I’m not dumb! Who was it that pieced together quickly that he wasn’t in the 40’s the moment he woke up?”

Rolling his eyes, the brunette flicked Steve’s ear as he drank some of his energy drink, “Well you’re dumb enough to engage in a fake relationship with the woman you’ve been in love with for a few years now.”

The captain was quick to swat his friend’s thigh to silence him; his blonde locks moved left and right as he looked sideways — making sure no one heard his deepest secret exposed supposed best friend. “Keep it down, will you?”

The former Winter Soldier could only chuckle as he watched Steve prepare his things as they both had reached the end of their workout, “But still, are you sure this plan won’t backfire and blow up all over your face?”

Truthfully, Steve hadn’t considered that yet, “Honestly? I don’t know.” After a few silent seconds, Bucky knew the look that his friend was sporting so he fished for more answers, “But?”

“But I’m hoping something good will come out after this whole ordeal,” Steve quietly admitted with a sigh as he rested his back against the cold, metal walls of the elevator. Bucky took the time to study his friend’s facial features; it was amazing how at the mere thought of being with Y/N instantly relaxed him. “I hope the same for you, pal.”

Midway through the elevator’s journey to their floor, it rang softly as it halted, and the doors opened to reveal Y/N, “Hey you two!” When she entered the small box, Steve stood up straight as he smiled at her, “Hi doll, how are you?”

With the metallic palm pressing against his lips, Bucky stifled his amused laughter with how dumbfounded his friend was; he could see the miniscule beads of sweat and nervousness appear behind Steve’s facade as he faced the girl of his dreams and he couldn’t wait to tell this tale to Sam. Unaware of what was previously going on, the only girl in the space smiled warmly, “Drop the act Steve, Sharon’s not here,” She turned to Bucky and greeted him too, “How was the workout, Sarge?”

“It was great! Also got to help out some of the other recruits who were struggling,” Steve’s mind was foggy as the two conversed as he silently reflected on what she said to him. Drop the act? Did she think that him being nice to her was just part of their stunt? She must not have any idea of how much she really means to me then, he concluded.

Upon hearing her say, “Well I did know you were a better combat fighter than Steve,” To his best friend snapped him out of his deep thought. “Excuse me? Did you say I wasn’t better than Buck?”

“Uh oh,” Bucky warningly mocked as Y/N laughed at Steve’s pout; she brushed his cheek with her palm to comfort him, “Don’t worry honey, I still know that you’re skilled enough to sweep me off my feet.”

The elevator chimed softly, serving as a cue for Y/N that she was already on the floor where she needed to be. Before stepping off the box, she winked at Steve, “Bye boyfriend, see you later.” Steve was grateful for the elevator’s timing as he watched her exit for his cheeks got all red as he replayed the earlier events in his mind.

The brunette, of course, noticed the dreamy state his friend was in and didn’t hesitate to poke fun at him, “Two sentences and she got you all flustered and blushing? Man, can’t wait to tell this to Sam.” Bucky huffed out as Steve hit his chest with the back of his palm before exiting the elevator once they were on the floor of their living quarters, “Shut the hell up, jerk.”

“Yeah? Well you’re one coward punk!”

“What’s the emergency?” Steve wondered as he entered Y/N’s office after receiving a text from her that demanded his presence immediately; though it was a vague text which read;

My office, ASAP. We have an emergency.

He quickly concluded his meeting, worried at the thought  that something might have happened to her. However, as she walked from her couch and greeted him, “We haven’t talked about what we’re going to wear for the party!”

“Seriously?” Steve deadpanned as he chuckled lightly, Y/N mocked his amusement as she nodded, “I am!” She held the invitation between her fingers, “The invite said we have to wear either red or pink. But couples were encouraged to wear something that matched.”

After his amusement died down, he then placed the weight of his chin on his palm, “And what are you proposing we wear to the party?” With that she gleefully skipped to the coffee table, where she carried the hangers and showed to him the outfits she bought — she bought him a pink, strawberry-themed long sleeve; while she bought herself a dress of the same design and color.

“This one?” He held the cloth of the top he was supposed to wear, “We’re wearing this to the party?” Sheepishly, she nodded as she swayed a little bit, “Okay, they were a bit self-indulgent,” Steve snorted and she glared at him as she continued, “But hey! This fits the dress code; it’s pink and we’ll be matching too!”

Scratching the back of his neck, he thought about it and was extremely on the fence on whether he should wear it; apparently he took too long to respond as Y/N huffed out as she sat on the couch with a pout as she crossed her arms, “And here I was willing to help you in your dilemma and yet you can’t do this small thing for me.

Sitting beside her, he poked her sides and to no avail, “Hey, come on now. Don’t be like that,” He wrapped his arms around her figure and he felt her still in his arms but ultimately relaxed as she leaned back to his chest and looked at him with a pout, “What?”

“I always wanted to wear this dress,” She confessed as she played with his fingers that were tapping on the skin of her stomach, “And you know, the party seemed like the perfect occasion to do so.” She peered up at Steve, his chin almost resting on the top of her head, “Don’t worry, I can change what we’re gonna wear. Would matching sweaters work for you?”

With a serious expression, he shook his head, “We’re not going to the party wearing sweaters.” She gasped out but it was short-lived as he smiled and kissed her forehead, “We’re gonna be wearing these pretty heart outfits.”

Her whole face lit up and she smiled brightly as she enclosed his neck with his arms, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” It surprised them both when she planted a soft kiss on his clean-shaven cheek, “I’m really thankful that you want to dress up in those hideous outfits.”

Stroking her back, he shook his head, “They’re not hideous; I know for a fact that you will look even more lovely once you wear that dress,” Images of what she would look like as she wore the dress filled his mind, and she looked jaw-dropping.

After relishing in the contented silence they shared before Steve tapped her forearms, “Okay, doll. Need to go now,” He thought of how he needed to call back some of the officials he dismissed at the meeting he was earlier in, “I’ll pick you up at 6pm tomorrow, okay?”

Nodding her head, she too stood up and handed the garment to him, “Don’t forget this.” Snatching the fabric from her, he winked at her before leaving her to her company, “See you then, doll.” And that mention of the nickname, she felt himself melting like ice cream.

“So this is what a Valentine’s-themed look like,” Steve noted as he took a sip of the red, sugary drink being offered at one of the tables as Y/N snickered after taking a bite of the chocolate-strawberry, “Still a bit condescending, and damn is it too pink and red!”

Around them, there were a litter of red, pink, and gold balloons taped to the wall; while there  were pink streamers attached to the back of the chairs and heart-shaped stickers littered the room — as if to mock those who weren’t in any way experiencing an overwhelming amount of love. Steve laughed at her comment and was about to sip more of his drink when he noticed that Sharon was approaching them; he draped an arm around Y/N’s lower back, pulling her in closer to him until their bodies touched, as he continued to drink his beverage.

“Hey guys, how are you enjoying the party?” When she stood tall and proud in front them, it nearly blinded the two as she was donning a sparkly, sequined pink dress that screamed “Valentine disco ball.”

“We’re enjoying it,” Y/N managed to get out without squinting her eyes too much and with a convincing fake smile, “I do have to say you have great tastes in sweets,” She raised the half-eaten strawberry she was munching on. The blonde girl laughed as she nodded her head, “Well Mark has a sweet tooth so of course I have to indulge him.”

Steve was about to remark about how Mark was on their brief exchange upon their arrival but was quickly cut off by his ex’s questioning, “So tell me, how did you two become an official couple?” The fake couple looked at each other as they stammered out a coherent response as they stared at each other, getting lost in each other’s beautiful eyes.

“I mean, I knew about how Steve had this miniscule crush on you,” Sharon stating that casually made them snap out of their haze and focus on the blonde, “He might have confessed that early on in our relationship.”

“I’m sorry?” Y/N wasn’t sure why that was what she said but Sharon quickly waved it off, “It’s fine, really. I too had a crush on someone when we were together — who can resist Keanu Reeves, am I right?”

The two girls chuckled — Y/N genuinely laughed this time as she too draped her arm around Steve’s lower back, somewhat to ground herself — and once they both calmed down, Sharon returned to her questioning, “So really, what’s your story?”

“Well it started after a rough mission, after our breakup,” Steve recalled which caught the attention of both women. Anticipating his recollection, they watched him with eager eyes and silent mouths, encouraging the Avenger to carry on, “I was punching some bags in the gym until I was bleeding. Then Y/N showed up and from there we were inseparable,” He paused for a while before looking on his the mentioned girl and smiling softly at her, “You might not remember it, doll.”

“I do, actually,” She retorted softly, before turning to Sharon as she recounted what happened from her point of view;

“Don’t think punching that bag will change the mission’s outcome,” Y/N’s voice echoed through the empty room of the gym; it also caused Steve to halt his assault on the object and smirking to her, “It won’t, but it might change how I currently feel.”

Walking over to him, she sat on the nearest bench from where he was standing as she stated out loud her observation, “Come over here and let me treat your bleeding.” He gave her a firm look which was his tell that he was about to pull the “I’m a super soldier” card; but he hasn’t even got out a syllable out before she shut him up, “Super soldier or not, you can die of loss of blood, you know?”

Sighing and rolling his eyes, he walked over while removing the punching gloves before moving to sit beside her. Her fingers peeled off the tape he covered his knuckles in that were now sticky with both sweat and blood, “Jesus, Steve, how dumb can you be?”

“Is that a challenge?” He snickered but it quickly died down to a hiss as she applied a liquid ointment on his knuckles before dabbing it with cotton, “Sorry,” She apologized with a meek smile, “But no, I have mission reports dating back to the 40’s to prove how impulsive you can be.”

They sat there in silence for a few minutes as she was treating his hands before Y/N spoke up, “Do you need someone to listen to and comfort you? Or someone who can give you solutions?” Steve lifted his gaze from his bruised knuckles to her gentle eyes, “What?”

She smiled softly at him before resuming in bandaging his knuckles, “I know for a fact that the mission isn’t the only thing that got you all worked up.” She didn’t have to say it, but it was evident that she knew about his and Sharon’s break up.

“So you’ve heard about it then?” His inference had her smirking at him as she placed her hands on her thighs after finishing up on his hands, looking at him incredulously, “The proper question is who hasn’t? I bet only Scott and Hope don't because they’re on that mission in New Zealand.”

A chuckle erupted from his chest with the manner she was being honest with him, “I guess I just like having someone not looking sorry for me or offering sympathy with the whole ordeal,” Every time someone mentioned the breakup they were all sympathetic to him and it was refreshing to be with someone who somehow found humor in his rather sad situation, “So I like how you feel nor display neither.”

He didn’t have to say it as well, but she got the faint hint that he needed a good laugh just to forget about everything and she was more than glad to do so, “Since we’re being honest, why don’t you go for a quick shower? You’re starting to smell from the 40’s already.”

Her remark had him gasping as he placed a hand on his chest, slightly offended but was still in a playful mood, “Oh? And what do I get once I smell like more of this century?”

She stood up and smirked at him as she was strutting away to leave him shower, “Gonna show you a good time, cap. Just text me once you’re done, yeah?”

“You naughty minx! You too did it right away?” Sharon excitedly concluded, invested with the blossoming relationship of her ex-boyfriend — Y/N thought it was unusual how a person would genuinely be interested in their former partner’s well-being, but this was better than her treating her with spite.

Steve laughed loudly as he shook his head, “Sharon! No! We didn’t do what you’re thinking.” His statement had her confused as she pouted and whined for answers, “Well she said she would show you a good time? What else am I supposed to think?”

“I drove him out to this amusement park and on the way home took him to this karaoke dive bar thing,” Y/N clarified and nuzzled the side of her face to Steve’s arm upon remembering how hard and loud Steve laughed throughout the day.

Upon the mention of the bar they went to, Steve placed his now empty glass on one of the tables as he fished his wallet out and got one of the many photo strips they took on the bar’s photo booth, “I even made sure to keep these, as a reminder of our first unofficial date.”

Sharon cooed as she looked at their adorable poses; but Steve and Y/N were both staring into each other with longing and love in their eyes, and yet neither of them could bring themselves into saying it to each other.

“Oh shit, Mark’s calling me,” Sharon said as she hastily said goodbye to them as she was approaching her boyfriend, “Enjoy yourselves okay?” They both nodded to her and told her to go to beau as they would be fine by themselves.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes, please,” Steve chuckled at her immediate response; tucking the strip containing their pictures in his pocket, he grabbed her hand, holding onto it tightly as he sneakily led to exit the party.

For a while, they were just walking down the street with their tangled hands swaying as they both silently took in earlier events. “So, you kept all those strips of photos we took?” Seeing as he nodded bashfully, she scoffed, “We must have inserted over a dozen quarters that night! Do you know how many photo strips that could be?”

Truthfully, she didn’t want to look at those photos — let alone have a copy — since it served as a painful relic of a night filled with fun and spontaneity. And she feared that it was all a dream and that it wouldn’t be once again replicated.

“And I kept every single one of them,” Unlike his bashful demeanor earlier, his tone was now firm and confident. They both paused their walking as they were by the park, that was thankfully not crowded at this time of the day.

“Why?” Y/N hated how she sounded so weak, which was far from how confident her tone was whenever she held meetings for SHIELD or the Avengers. Steve smiled at her with the fondness that he never thought he had, “Because if I were to choose my soulmate, it would’ve been you.”

In a state of disbelief, Y/N rapidly shook her head while she shakily protested, “But you were with Sharon,” She was struggling to unclasp her hand with Steve’s; but he wasn;t letting her do so as he held onto hers firmly, “You wanted her, possibly loved her. There’s no way you could want me.”

He understood her point, but he had his own and wanted to make it clear; he grabbed both her hands firmly and placed a kiss on her knuckles before speaking, “If there’s one thing I learned from this generation, is that sometimes we date and put ourselves out there to learn more about one’s self.”

She was unsure with where he was going, so she decided to let him talk, “And in my short stint of being with Sharon, I came to the conclusion that I’ll always want you.” His hand let go of hers as he brushed his hand from her temple to the crown of her head, “I know that you will always have the most beautiful hair that I have ever seen.”

The hand traveled to the front of her face, brushing gently the side of her eyelids, “One with the most expressive and wonderful eyes,” His thumb and pointer finger then playfully and gently squeezed the bridge of her nose, “The cutest nose.”

With a deep breath, he planted his hand  at the nape of her neck, pulling her into a soft, passionate kiss. His lips formed a smile when he felt that she relaxed into the kiss enough that she too reciprocated the vigour he had. Steve could feel the hairs on his back raise as he felt her warm hands on them; she suddenly felt the need to feel more of him as their lips and tongues passionately danced together.

“If this is your definition of a joke, I will have you removed from being an Avenger,” He thought of it as an empty threat but she was dead serious; he chuckled from where their lips were touching as they rested from kissing.

His hands were on her chin, getting her to look up at him, “This isn’t a joke, doll, I promise. This is me, putting myself out there for the woman I have grown to love and admire. Hoping that she will allow me to be her boyfriend.”

She loved seeing the boyish, hopeful smile he sported; she laid a quick peck on his lips before answering, “I’d love for you to be my boyfriend, Steve.”

In the spur of the moment happiness, Steve yelled out loud as he twirled Y/N around and dipped her, as if they were dancing. “Steve! Put me back up!” She squealed when he kissed her as he put her back to stand back up on her feet. “Sorry doll, ‘m just extremely happy.”

Bopping his nose, she teased him, “Just said yes to us being a couple, I don’t recall telling you I love you yet,” She then mockingly wondered out loud, “What more would your reaction be if I do say those three little words, hm?”

Sensing that she was challenging him, he smirked as he draped his arm around her shoulder, resuming their walk back to the compound as Steve said, “Well I too know how to show you a good time; and I bet after that you’re gonna be telling me how much you love me.”

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“i don’t hate her though...”

Warnings: jealous!Steve mainly

Summary: request from @meagan-ortiz​ (sorry this took forever to be posted, I haven’t had much motivation recently, but here it is!) 

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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It was hard, being an Avenger, especially when it seemed that the Captain himself seemed to dislike you. Whatever you did, whether it was helpful to the team’s efforts, he was mad at you. He never spoke to you unless it was to do with a mission, or a report that you had to fill out for Fury. Other than that, in your downtime, nothing. It was like you didn’t exist to him. Natasha and Sam both told you to not worry about it, you were new. It takes Steve time to learn how to trust someone. Which you understand, it must be hard for him when everyone apart from Bucky he loved from the 1940s is now dead, and he still looks the same as he did when he was in the army at 27 years of age. But, he could at least be civil if he didn’t like you, so you felt a little useful in the team. 

Sam and Natasha were trying to convince you to come out on a team night out, meaning having to spend time with Steve away from work, which has never happened since you have joined the team. You know that it will end badly, meaning he will probably ignore you the entire evening and not care that you are there. 

“I don’t know guys…can’t I just come next time?” You ask as you try to hide in your duvet as your two closest friends stand over you at the side of your bed. 

“No, come tonight, we haven’t had a night out in ages and it will be fun!” Natasha says as she pulls the duvet off of you, smirking a little at you unicorn pyjamas that you were wearing. 

“No it won’t because Steve will be there and he will bring my mood down because he hates me, and don’t try to deny it because he has never said a word to me about anything but work.” You say, sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Have you tried speaking to him away from work?” Sam asks and crosses his own arms across his chest, raising his eyebrow at you, a small smirk gracing his face. 

“I’m not stupid, of course I have! And he always avoids me or ignores my questions.” You say before glaring at your two friends. You know that they will be reporting everything back to the team, to get you and Steve on at least speaking terms. 

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On the other side of the compound, in Steve’s room, he is glaring at Bucky as he tries to get out of the team night out. 

“Buck, come on, you know I don’t like the nights out, because one of you guys always gets us chucked out of the bar we are at for drinking too much…” Steve grumbles, looking back down at his book slowly. 

“Hey, you know that is never me, because we can’t get drunk, but come on punk, it will be good…” Bucky says and nudges the book out of Steve’s hands. This earned him another glare from his best friend and before Steve could even reach to pick it up Bucky had already grabbed it to keep out of Steve’s reach. “I know the only reason why you don’t want to go is because of your crush on a certain new team member of ours…” 

Steve looked at Bucky in shock, he thought he had done well in hiding the fact that he had fallen head over heals for the new recruit. Obviously not, if his best friend knew the truth. “How the hell did you know, jerk?” He asks and stands up to grab the book from Bucky’s hands. 

“How did I not know? Acting like you don’t like her? C’mon man, you are living with a super soldier, spies and enchanted humans to start with so it only be a short amount of time that we all found out.” Bucky smirks and walks over to Steve’s wardrobe to get a shirt and pair of slacks out for him. “Luckily for you, the certain Avenger you have feelings for knows none the wiser, she thinks that you hate her guts.” 

Steve looks at Bucky in shock, his forehead creasing a little before accepting the shirt from Bucky. “I don’t hate her though…” 

“We know that, but she doesn’t and the way that you have been treating her since joining the team has made her believe that you just don’t like her at all…maybe tonight could be your chance to tell her how you actually feel…” Bucky says before leaving Steve with his thoughts and to let him get ready for the night out. 

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The music was blaring out the speakers around the bar that was picked for the night out. Tony was adamant that the whole team would have a good time and dragged you to this new bar in the middle of New York. It looked like a good place to hang out. You smile widely as you look round the bar slowly, taking in the interior quietly before you find a relatively large booth to fit the whole team in. You sit next to Natasha slowly, internally groaning as Bucky and Sam let Steve sit next to you. 

You shoot them both a glare over Steve’s head as they smile innocently at you before they take everyone’s drink order before walking up to the bar to get the first round in. 

You bite your lip as you glance at Steve, he was leant away from you as much as possible. It was like he didn’t want to even sit next to you on a friendly night out. You frown and look down at your lap quietly, only looking up when your drink was placed in front of you. If this was going to be something that went on all night, you knew you needed to have more than one drink to get through it. 

No time to get drunk than the present then, bottoms up. You think to yourself as you take a sip of your drink and one of the shots from the tray that Bucky placed in the middle of the table. 

“Woah, someone wants to get drunk tonight…” Sam smirks and looks at you before you shrug and look back at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Bet I could still outdrink you though soldier…” You say above the music which gets the team interested in what was going to happen next. You are pretty sure you see Steve smirk at you gently, like he knows you will out drink his friend. A blush settles on your cheeks as you reach for another shot. 

Tonight may be more interesting than you thought. 

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You sigh lightly as you glance over at Steve with the boys at one of the pool tables, leaning against the bar as you wait to order another drink. So far, after 2 hours, Steve still hasn’t said a word to you, let alone even looked your way. You know that you’re no Natasha or Peggy but you thought he could at least be nice and get to know you, become friends maybe… That seemed like a pipe dream of yours. 

A drink is placed in front of you and you look at it confused before following the hand up to the young man’s eyes who had placed the drink in front of you. You smile politely as you think, if Steve doesn’t want to get to know me, then someone else can. 

“Thank you, you didn’t need to buy me a drink…” You say and bites your lip as you blush a little. 

“Of course I did, now what is a pretty girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asks and you are enticed straight away, not knowing the jealous glare that Steve is sending you both as soon as he sees this man speak to you, let alone look at you with one thing in mind. 

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Steve laughed at Bucky and Sam gently, shaking his head as he watches take is shot on the pool table. He was facing away from the bar, thinking you were dancing with Wanda and Natasha. He was still too nervous to speak to you, he definitely didn’t have the courage to ask if you wanted to either go for a coffee or dinner with him, as a date. 

He looks at Bucky as his face falls, turning round to where Bucky was looking, frowning instantly when he sees that a random man has bought you a drink, also standing far for Steve to think that he was harmless. 

“Dude, its your go…” Sam says, nudging Steve before looking over to where he was looking. “Oh man, sorry… You didn’t think that she would stay single forever did you?” 

Steve glanced at Sam before taking a swig of his beer, he was right, he needed to act now before it was too late, like it was with Peggy. Like it was with Sharon as well. Steve wasn’t going to lose his chance with you either. 

He pushes his way through the crowds of people towards you slowly, watching the stranger leave briefly to use the restroom. Steve takes a deep breath before he touches your arm lightly, not wanting to startle you. 

“Steve, oh, hi…is everything okay?” You ask him nervously when you see him stood next to you, biting your lip. 

“No, I don’t like how you are talking to that stranger…” He says and looks at you intently. 

You huff softly and set your empty glass down on the bar before crossing your arms against your chest. Taking the defensive stance. “Its not like you ever talk to me though Steve, is it?” 

He looks a little nervously, biting his lip as you look at him, raising your eyebrow at him as you await for his answer. He sees this as his chance, to tell, no show you how he really feels so he takes your face in his hands gently, pressing his lips against yours. 

You gasp into the kiss in shock, but don’t push him away. Instead you kiss him back slowly, wrapping your arms round him to hold him closer. You hear the team all cheer as you both kiss, like they were all waiting for this moment. 

You smile as you pull away from the kiss slowly, a blush tinting your cheeks as you look up at him. “Because I am in love with you…” Steve whispers before kissing you again lightly. 

You beam up at him before nodding lightly. “I am in love with you too Steve…” 

He chuckles as he holds you closer, walking over to the booth with you so you two could speak to each other alone. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm round you, your free hands clasped together in his lap. The conversation flowing between the both of you so easily, and you can’t help but giggle to yourself as the stranger looks confused when you aren’t at the bar where you left him, before looking up at Steve, seeing a smirk grace his handsome features before leaning up to kiss him again softly. 

You made the right decision to come on the team night out, you both did as you were leaving together with your feelings not needing to be hidden anymore because he felt the same way as you. 

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Nexus Part 3

Part 3:   Vigilantes and History

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Secrets, talk about death and loss (think that is all)

Word Count:  About 2500 words

Summary:  Y/N is a pain in the ass according to Steve. She is brought on to missions sometimes by Fury when they need help, but she is wild and does not listen to orders. She does what she wants. Now Fury has given her a place in the Avengers. And Steve is not liking it. Having to deal with her every day. He hates her. Or does he? And what is Y/N relationship with Bucky? They seem to get closer and closer.

A/N: This takes place after Avengers: Endgame, but Steve never left. Tony and Nat are still alive.

This is written for Gab’s @buckysmischief Birthday Challenge. My prompt is: “Did you bring us here to die?” “Obviously.” “I really can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

Daredevil steps out of the shadows. “You are friends with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” Steve brows knitted together.  “Well, yeah,” You shrugged and walked over to Matt. “Hey Red. I brought company because my Captain does not trust me.” You tossed your hair in Steve’s direction and then you and Matt hugged. In the hug you whispered something in his ear. Matt looked over at the two men and smiled.  “The two of you do not need any introduction,” Matt looked at Steve and Bucky.  “Neither do you,” Steve states and crosses his arms. Matt looks over at you and you shrug.  “Steve and Bucky, this is my good friend Red,” you say anyway. They say hello to each other.  “So Y/N, why did you want this meeting? Seeing as it’s not to catch up,” Matt asks looking at you.  “There is some talk about Hydra setting up a secret base in New York,” you explain. “I was wondering if you had heard or seen anything?”  “I have not heard about anything strange,” Matt answers and you nod.  “Have you seen anything strange then?” Steve asked and Mat and you started to laugh. Steve’s eyebrows pulled together and he went more rigid in his body. He had no idea that Matt was blind. “No,” Matt gets out. “I have not seen anything strange. But I can check with the others.”  “Yes, please,” You smile at him. “I am reachable on my phone.” “Who are the others?” Steve wondered walking a bit closer to Matt and you.  “Other friends around the city,” you lift a shoulder.  “You mean other vigilantes,” Steve grumbles. Bucky smirks and shakes his head slightly.  “Well, yes,” You smile.  “Who do you know?” Bucky lifts his brows. “It’s more a thing of who don’t I know,” You wink at Bucky. Matt's eyes sparkle as he looks at your face.  “Do you know Deadpool?” Bucky leans closer to you.  “Of course I know Merc with a Mouth,” You giggle. “We have done some missions together.”  “Does that mean you know the X-Men as well?” Bucky had trouble standing still now. “Yeah,” you look at your nails.  “She knows every hero in at least a 1000 miles radius,” Matt nods at your direction. “And she is one of the reasons that we got the Kingpin of the streets.” “Now I am working on closing down Hydra for good,” You try to keep your face neutral, but Steve’s eyes are on you and they narrow. You fake kick someone's ass in the air. Matt shakes his head and Bucky chuckles. Steve looks serious. “Hydra is not something to play with. I think maybe you are in over your head here, Y/N” Steve urge her and this time Bucky shakes his head more.  “Don’t underestimate her,” Matt warns Steve.  “No, please do, that would be fun,” You tilt your head and observe Steve. He opens his mouth and then closes it again.  “Brainwashed Soldier, what do you think?” you look at Bucky and he smiles at you. “I am sure you can take care of yourself,” Bucky smirks. “I mean you are a grown woman that is trained by some of the best spies in the world.” Steve glares at Bucky, who only smiles at his friend and shrugs. Matt laughs then he stops quickly. “I need to go Y/N,” he says and tilts his head slightly to the left. “I will keep in touch.” And with that he disappears into the shadows.  “I like your friend,” Bucky says and puts his left arm over your shoulder. You start walking back to the car. Steve quietly walked behind the two of you. It was obvious that Steve wanted to say something, but he did not. Maybe he wanted to talk to Bucky alone? 

On the drive back from the meeting Steve was quiet, but you did not care. Bucky entertained you with stories about the two of them growing up in Brooklyn. “Do you miss it?” you asked Bucky when he was quiet for a while. “Yes and no,” Bucky answers. “I miss my family, but I am not the same man. And modern times have a lot of advantages.” “Have you tried looking for family members that might be alive?” you keep your eyes on the road, even though you wanted to see Bucky’s face. He sighs. “No,” Bucky looks to the side window.  “Why not?” You ask and Steve clears his throat. “I think we should talk about something else,” Steve says with a firm voice. Bucky does not say another word. He just looks out the side window. “What do you want to talk about Captain?” you wonder and look in the rear-view mirror and meet Steve’s angry eyes. “Have you looked into if you have any family members left?” “No,” Steve looks away, then back. “I only looked Peggy up.” “Peggy, the love of your life?” you wonder what he would admit to. “I don't think you can call her the love of my life,” Steve scratched the back of his neck. “Specially not when he had a short relationship with Sharon, her niece,” Bucky grumbles and Steve looks even more pissed and a bit red in the face.  “That almost sounds like incest,” you shudder. Bucky just chuckles and Steve presses his lips to a line. “I figure you want to change the subject again,” you muse and look at Bucky. He was looking out the window again. “What do you want to talk about instead?” “I don’t know,” Steve huffs. “Maybe how you can know so many vigilantes?” “That is a great question,” Bucky agrees, but he still looks to be somewhere else in his mind. “It’s kind of complicated,” You sigh. “That sounds like an excuse not to talk about it,” Steve says leaning forward slightly in his seat. “No, it’s not. It is complicated,” you counter getting a bit pissed at Steve. “But I can give you the  cliff notes of the whole story. I grew up in a loving family as the only child.” “Spoiled,” Steve muttered but you ignored him. “My parents both were in the army, so we moved all over the US,” you continue while keeping your eyes ahead. “When both my parents were away on assignment I would stay in Brooklyn with my grandparents. Then my mother was killed while on a mission when I was 14 years old.” You could hear a small gasp from Bucky. “My father was devastated and was honorably discharged from the army to raise me. We moved to Brooklyn and I got to have a normal childhood for a while. Or if you can call it childhood when you are in your teens. My father started working security for some company here in New York. Sometimes I stayed with my grandparents when he was away on missions.” Steve is almost leaning in between the two seats in the front. You turn left and can see the compound in the distance. “When I was 17 he was killed in New York, while on his way back from an assignment. I moved in with my grandparents. I had my suspicions that my father's death was a hit so I started investigating.” The guard by the gates opened them so you could drive through. “While doing my investigations my grandfather died. I got more out of control dealing with not only one loss but two. My grandmother did the best she could, but I kind of went off the rails. I met Red one night I was out looking for information about my father's death. He helped me and through him I met other people that have become my friends. Then when I became 19 Coulson came across me on a mission and he recruited me to join S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury had already had his eyes on me so he was fine with it. I was also the official liaison between S.H.I.E.L.D and other heroes that worked alone.” With that you parked the car and got out of it. Steve and Bucky were still sitting in the car. Then they notice that you had parked and got out quick. “That was the cliff notes,” you started to walk away “Did you ever find out what happened with your father?” Bucky asked when he came up next to you. “Yeah,” you answered and did a small shudder. Bucky draped his arm over your shoulders. “But that's a story for another day.” You gave him a small smile.  “Why not now?” Steve wondered. “Why should I share all of my life’s story and greatest tragedies with you when you won’t talk about anything real about your life with me?” you snapped. You were exhausted after telling the story and just wanted to go to bed. It still hurt to talk about your parents. The grief had never gone away, but it had gotten easier with time and it was a kind of feeling you did not mind carrying. You hurried your steps and left the two of them standing behind. All you wanted was to be alone.

Steve looked after Y/N. She had been honest and open with them. He knew there was so much more to her story then what she had told them, but the pain in her face had been raw.  Bucky started to go after her, but Steve catches his arm. “Let her be for now,” Steve got out. Bucky looked after Y/N disappearing form and back at his friend.  “She is hurting,” Bucky mumbled. “I've never seen that before.” “Neither have I,” Steve admitted.  “She is right,” Bucky looked at Steve. “We never told her anything real and she was honest.” “I have a feeling she let some things out of her story,” Steve drags a hand through his hair.  “She said she was giving us the cliff notes,” Bucky started to walk in the direction of his room. “That means that she would not give all the information.” Steve walked beside him and nodded.

The next morning you feel a bit weird when you walk over to Bucky’s room. The way you had parted with Bucky and Steve the night before was kind of embarrassing. Running away like a mad child, but you had done it and there was no taking back. You knock on Bucky’s door. Bucky opens the door standing there in only a pair of grey sweatpants and you smiled at him.  “Good morning, Brainwashed Cyborg,” you wink at him and he chuckles. It was nice to hear it and you relax some.  “Good morning, Doll,” Bucky smiled at you. It spread warmth through your body.  “Want to train together?” You tilted your head to the side biting your lip slightly.  “Yes,” Bucky nodded. “Give me ten minutes.” You nodded. “See you in the gym in ten minutes,” You smirked. “And be ready for some ass kicking.”Bucky just laughed and closed the door. You started to walk towards the gym, when you heard someone come up behind you fast. Steve pushed you up against a wall hard.  “Getting rough with me, Captain. I like it,” you said and smirked. You leaned closer to his ear. “Just so you know my safe-word is Vanilla.”  “You really should not talk to Bucky like that,” Steve almost growled at you.  “Like what?” you ask with a sweet voice.  “Like.. like.. He’s anybody else,” Steve gets out. You roll your eyes. “And you make fun of his arms and his past.”  “Do you really think walking on eggshells around Bucky will help him feel like anything other than a monster?” You tilt your head to the side.  “Ah…” Steve’s brows slip up. “I just don’t think what you are doing is right.” “As long as Bucky doesn't tell me to stop,” you leaned in closer so you could feel his breath on your lips. “Then I don’t give a shit what you say.” You slink under Steve’s arms and walk away. 

While Steve stood there watching Y/N walk away Bucky opened his door and leaned against the doorway. The smirk on Bucky’s face made it clear that he had heard every word. “Don’t say a word,” Steve grumbled and stalked away. All Steve could think about was that he had almost kissed her. He wanted to kiss her. Why? “I don’t think I needed to say a word,” Bucky yelled after Steve and then shocked his head. Bucky did not mind the way Y/N talked and teased him. It made him feel like he was like everyone else. Or at least as close that he could come. She did not treat him with kid gloves. And they always had fun together. She had a way to get him to laugh more than he has done since the 40’s. He went back into his room to get ready to go to the gym. He also liked how she could handle herself sparring with him. In fact she got more shots in on him than Nat ever did when he sparred with her. So when she said that she would kick his ass, he knew that she was not lying. She would be close to doing that. He laughed and left his room. Ready to meet Y/N. 

You sat in the bed in your room a few days later and knew it was time to tell him. No, them. You needed to tell them. You could not keep this secret anymore and you did not want to. Your wood box stood open and the content layed on your bed before you. Pictures from your childhood laid in a pill with a pink ribbon around it. Then there were a whole lot of old pictures that lay spread before you. Pictures your grandmother had saved. Pictures Peggy and Howard had given her. Pictures of the past. There were also letters tied together with an old blue ribbon to your left. A notebook full of sketches laid beside it. Two tickets to the Stark Expo back 1943. A pair of old dog tags. You lifted one of the pictures and looked down on the younger faces of Steve and Bucky together. Another picture was of Steve and his parents. As well as a picture of Bucky and his mother.  You wanted them to know. Know your secret. A secret you've been keeping forever. You would start by telling one person first. Even if it was scary to tell him and to see his reaction, it was time. Maybe he would be mad. Maybe he would want nothing to do with you. Maybe he would be happy. Maybe.. There were a lot of maybe's. You left your room and went to the gym. It was empty. You went to the kitchen next. Clint sat at the counter with a big coffee cup in front of him, but other than that it was empty. You walk to Steve’s office, but surprisingly it’s empty. On a hunch you walk to the library and that is where you find him. Sitting in one of the big chairs reading a book. You walk in and he looks up at you. “Can we talk?” You asked fiddling with your fingers and having a hard time looking him in the eyes. 

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Bex's Masterlist!

Hi, I’m Bexie! A masterlist was highly requested so here it is! I will add more along as we go! Hope you enjoy and remember, Feedback is appreciated on my works <3 

Updated: july 27, 2021

NOTE: All my stories will have a black reader! Some of my smuts are not for the faint of heart so beware!! and please DO NOT REPOST MY WORK

Angst (A) Smut (S) Fluff (F) Trigger Warning (TW) Author’s Fav (AF)

Stucky:

Masking (A, cg/l dynamics 18+)

-sharon is and always will be a bully especially in your little state. it takes a while for Steve and Bucky to catch on. who knew trained agents could be so oblivious?

Fallen Flower Petals (A, F, AF)

-the one where Sharon comes back and reconnects with Steve while Nat and Bucky reconnect and you’re left sullen

Hymns to Heal a Broken Heart (A, F)

-Civil war tore you apart. You missed Bucky and Steve, what happens when they come back and there’s a major change?

Steve:

Myself   (A, AF)

-You loved Steve more than you loved yourself. But was that enough?

Rot (Myself Part 2) w/ Doctor Strange (A, F)

-It’s easy to say you’re over someone if you aren’t seeing them. The real challenge is to look them in the eyes and see their smile and hear their voice and still be able to say “this is not what I want anymore”

Tell Me (Myself Part 3 18+) w/ Doctor Strange (A, S, F)

-Ever since that night at the party where you ran into Steve, your mind has been elsewhere and you’ve fallen back into the same uncomplacent tendencies from when you were with him. You just need Stephen to tell you on thing.

Lush 18+ (S)

-The team gives Steve some options to help blow off some steam. Little did he know he’d come face to face with you in one of those chat rooms. 

Lush pt.2 18+ (S)

-You and Steve have now set the rules for your new relationship and things are going extremely well. With an influx of college work and trying to do well with your internship, you get too deep into your own head and Steve is there to help you release that stress.

Lush 3 (w/ Bucky) 18+ (S)

-it’s time for another show and this time you have a new toy

Lush 4 (S, A, F)

-you and steve have some alone time. no cameras, no bucky. just you, steve and vulnerability.

In the Dark (Myself pt.4) w/ Doctor Strange  (A)

-You and Stephen were now going strong and you couldn’t be happier. Stephen meets up with Steve and they exchange a few words.

Save Me (Myself pt.5) w/ Doctor Strange   (A)

-Will Stephen save you in enough time before Steve takes you somewhere completely off the grid? Before Steve’s mind gets the best of him and he goes over the edge?

Voir Dire (Myself Finale) w Doctor Strange (A)

-the end is getting near and you’re getting scared. Will you be saved? And will the truth of Steve’s actions be revealed?

Voir Dire (alternate ending #1) (A)

Voir Dire (alternate ending #2) (A)

Nothing More (A, F)

-headcanon where Steve gets insecure due to your friendship with Sam.

Belonging  (A)

-life was wonderful for you and steve but when the opportunity to go back arises… does he take it?

Oh Lord (18+) (part 1 to the Halo Boy and Horn Girl series) (S)

-cast the devil away

Witching Hour (18+) (S)

-(part 2 to the Halo Boy and Horn Girl series) Steve struggles adjusting to life without his wings. You share his pain.

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 Tony

Footsteps  (A, F)

-You being Tony Stark’s only child, you though you’d be his prize possession but no...

"Protocol" My Ass!  (A)

- Tony realized silence in situations of injustice is acceptance of injustice. So he’s using his place in society to speak the hell up and stand up for what is right.

Little Girls Like You 18+ (S)

-It’s little girls like you that don’t know how to keep their mouth shut unless it’s stuffed.

Little Girls Like You pt.2 (18+) (A, S)

-Your mother starts working from home for a while and that leaves less time for you and Tony to continue your rendezvous. One night you hear your mother and Tony going at it and it sparks something in you to get back at him.

Baby Boy 18+ (S)

-Tony always takes care of everyone and it takes a toll on him. You take matters into your own hands and show him he doesn’t always have to be the big guy.

Baby Boy pt.2 (18+) (S)

-After you too control in the bedroom, Tony can’t help but want more so he purposely sets you up in a situation that he knows will make you explode

Baby Boy pt. 3 (18+) (S)

-tony just needs a release and so do you

Ready (18+ because of trigger warning) (A, TW)

-You’re going through some personal battles and don’t want to talk about it. Tony realizes something is wrong when it’s too late.

I Wasn’t Ready (EG spoiler, loose sequel to Ready) (A)

-parent’s teach you a lot of things, prepare you for a lot of things to face in life... but what they don’t prepare you for is to be ready when it’s their time.

Pop-pop’s Babysitting Chronicles (pt. 3 to the Honeybee Series) (F)

-You and Bucky took some time for yourselves and went on a vacation. Annalise wants pop-pop to babysit and this is just a peak into the babysitting chronicles.

Teddy Bear (18+) (F)

-It was hard trying to hide your secret as a Little. Until it wasn’t a secret to a certain someone anymore.

Luxury of Loving You (18+) (F, S)

- Dating Tony is a full package. Sure he has the cars and the money. But it’s the late study sessions that turn into more, the date nights and university adventures that you value most.

Luxury of Loving You (ii)  (A)

-it’s all okay until it’s not

Luxury of Loving You (iii) (A)

-as you and tony’s relationship continues to grow, it’s only a matter of time before you meet each other’s parents. tony isn’t sure that’s such a good idea.

Luxury of Loving You (iv) (A) 

-you and Pepper get close under unexpected circumstances and it leaves Tony confused and concerned.

The Art of Intimacy (18+) (S)

-nights alone with tony where there’s no evil to fight always bring the best events.

Survive- prologue (A)

-tony has to risk his life to save yours. you may be the secret to saving all human from the worsening zombie apocalypse.

Survive- Where it all Started (A)

-no one knows how it began, all they know is that it’s here.

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Bucky

Puffballs  (A, F)

-You and Bucky’s daughter starts to have some self identity and self-image issues at a young age. Bucky lets his daughter know there is nothing wrong with that she was given

Subdue  (A, S)

-Reader kind of has a hulk of her own. Despite her and Bucky’s no secrets rule, she kept this from him until one day he finds out in a way she didn’t want him to.

Shadow and Shade (Part 1) (A)

-You, the Goddess of Night, oldest Goddess in Greek mythology, find yourself on the team with Earths’s mightiest heroes. The brooding man seems to be the only comforting thing during your transition.

Shadow and Shade pt.2 (A, F)

-You let the team know that your son, Thanatos, is soon to come and though you don’t know what he plans on doing, you recruit all the help you can get. Bucky and the team meets your kids and in the midst of all the trouble, he wants to get used to you and your life.

Shadow and Shade Casting Lists: Part 1-  Part 2 - Part 3 

Shadow and Shade pt.3 (A)

-Training has begun, bonds are being made, but you can’t shake the feeling of knowing that they’ll be broken because things might not work out 100% like you want

The Mission (Pt 2 of Puffballs. The second installment to the Honeybee series) (A, F)

-You went on a mission and while tying to save everyone you could, it wasn’t enough. You go home and the dynamic of your family changes because of it.

Nerves (part 4/ prequel to the Honeybee Series) (A, F)

-prequel to the Honeybee series where Bucky finds out you’re pregnant and everything that ensues after.

The Gift Of Life (part 5 to the Honeybee Series) (A, F)

-father’s day is coming up and bucky tells you want he wants for his gift.

Coloring Book Adventures (18+) (S, AF)

-As a way to stay abstinent, you color in coloring books to distract you when you feel sexual urges. That’s until your father’s gardener comes to play

Coloring Book Adventures pt.2 (18+) (S, F)

- Though Bucky has finished the garden, he still visits you during the day tp help you color more pretty pictures. He takes you on adventures outside of your garden and you experience so much more of life and feelings you don’t know

Coloring Book Adventures pt.3 (18+) (A, F)

-You and Bucky tell your parents that you have been seeing each other. Once the truth comes out, it’s all a domino effect

Knots (18+) (S)

-You tell Bucky you want to be dominated in the bedroom and he pulls all the strings to make it wonderful for you... or should you say ropes?

Lush 3 (w/ Steve) 18+ (S)

Behind Closed Doors  (A, F)

-It’s the 40s and you find yourself falling for a certain Sergeant. You know it’s hard for you in a time like this but the love you two have for one another in insurmountable.

Not You (A)

-bucky wasn’t supposed to be the one to hurt you. not like this.

Not You pt.2 (A)

-you’re still getting used to the idea that bucky and winter soldier are two different people

Say ‘I love you” Before You Leave (A)

-you and bucky are going through a rough patch in your marriage

The Fear of Starting Over   Pt. 2   (A, TW)

-sometimes staying in a toxic situation sounds safer than starting over.

Act Four: Lucky Hand (part 6 of Listening party) (S)

-you love to see the glimmer of silver, now you get to see it up close and personal

Colors (A, TW)

-a series of describing colors without using its name.

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Natasha

Underestimated Butterfly  (A)

-One thing you hate is being underestimated and you’re put to the test when your dead past comes back to life.

Ant Farm (F)

-davina wants an ant farm… but why?

Humanity (A, F)

-you’ve flipped the switch to your humanity and there’s only one person who can bring you back

Just a Minute (A)

-a minute turned into never

Act Two: Rock, Paper... (pt. 4 of Listening Party) (S)

-time to stick your hand back in the blind bag and the next one is revealed

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Clint

Call of the Void (18+ and w/Pietro)  playlist (S, F)

-you’re the rock star heartbreaker but Clint wants to change that and it took him a long time to do so, he finally introduces you to the team and come to find a certain speedster can’t help but head of heels for you.

Forget Me Not (18+ due to cg/l dynamic) (A, F)

-clint is your caregiver but it doesn’t feel like it when nat goes into little space and bucky is away so he’s second in command to take care of her.

Act One: Sensory Deprivation (pt. 3 to Listening Party) (S)

-the solo fun begins and clint is the first to play

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Wanda

Phantom  (A)

-Reader’s powers get a bit out of control and sort of instills fear in the others. Some hurtful words are said, hearts are broken.

Aches of the Heart (A)

-friends with benefits never ended well, did they?

WIsh I Could Tell You (AotH pt.2) (A)

-you and wanda try to move on from each other

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Pietro

Call of the Void (18+ and with Clint) (S, F)

Easter Egg Hunts (18+ because of CG/L dynamics) (F)

-who doesn’t love Easter? And Easter egg hunts?!

Peter 

99 Cent Store  (A)

-He could have built you a whole 99 cent store with all the cheap lies he sold you. But were they really cheap?

Tie Me Down 18+ (S)

-Peter was never the kind to be dominant. He had trouble asserting himself when it came to everyday tasks. So it didn’t surprise you when he finally admitted he likes to be controlled in the bedroom.

Fortress (A)

-he doesn’t get in your brain, he doesn’t fill up the spaces. you don’t whisper his name now that you’ve built a fortress.

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Thor 

Blue Push Pops (A, F)

-Everyone has their own way of coping with anxiety, Thor knows that. But he gets confused whenever he sees his girlfriend pull out a blue push pop. But his confusion grows when he finds her bedside table drawer full of them 

Ruin Me 18+ (S)

-teasing Thor was always fun. Especially when you worked him up so much he has no choice but to ravish you for all you’re worth.

I’m Leaving Soon (A)

-sometimes there’s only one way to handle things, it may suck but you feel it in your gut that it has to be this way

Act Three: What’s a king to a God? (pt. 5 of Listening Party) (S)

-who knew the sweetest of them all could be so disgusting in a way that had you drooling and wanting more?

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Bruce

Date Night (18+) (A, S)

-Bruce keeps missing date night and he feels bad about it so he does his best to try and make it up to the reader.

Bruce discovering her has a daddy kink (Headcanon) (18+) (S)

Dr. Daddy (18+) (F)

-You’ve come down with the flu and there’s only one person who can make it better

Listening Party (18+) (S)

-he can’t get enough of you and the others like to hear it.

Front Row Seats (18+ w/ the team) (S)

-why listen when they can just watch? and maybe even… participate?

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Sam

Authentic Intelligence  (S)

-F.R.I.DA.Y becomes personified as a beautiful black woman and has her eyes on Sam. Though it’s weird for him, he reciprocates the attraction.

Shin Kicks and Wall Sits (18+ because of CG/L dynamics) (F)

-you’re a brat through and through and can’t help it. Sam sets you straight.

Dark Room (A, TW)

-grow through what you go through.

Shadows Dance (dark room pt. 2) (A, TW)

-your pain is their dance floor.

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Doctor Strange

Rot (Myself pt. 2) (A)

Tell Me (Myself pt.3 18+)  (A, S)

In the Dark (Myself pt.4)  (A)

Save Me (Myself pt.5) (A)

Voir Dire (Myself finale) (A)

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Loki

Outlaws 18+ (A)

-It’s easy for a good girl to go bad. But once they’re gone, best believe they’re gone forever.

Outlaws pt.2 (A)

-While wreaking havoc around the nation, it became a little lonely with just you and Loki, so you bring some friends along for the ride

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All Avengers

Shy/Innocent Black!Reader Roasting the Team (headcannon)   (F)

Avengers as Vines (F)

Avengers as Weird Shit I’ve Said (F)

Avengers as Youtubers (F)

Avengers as Different Water Brands (F)

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Random Works

You and Chris bet on the Super Bowl and he wins (headcanon) 18+ (S)

Headcanon: Pietro walks in on your dance session  

Ascension (Chase Collins) (A, F)

-When Chase was on his power hungry rampage, you helped him push through. Now you’re about to ascend and the boys find out. You find yourself in the same shoes as Caleb when one of your sisters come after your power

Not Some Ken Doll (Thanos smut)

-the fate of the world falls on you, or better yet, what’s in your pants.

More coming soon <3

[iliketowrite1996]

Part 3/3 Their Decision

   Part 1: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/618305723787608064/part-13-his-mistake

Part 2:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/618522793437544448/part-23-her-regret

 TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Mentions of regret in relationship, secret relationship., spur of the moment changes in relationship. 

You have always been the kind of person that loved a well laid out plan, who took no crap from anyone.  When your dad was interested in turning SHIELD into what it should have been you took on the role. You were the one who helped change the way people saw the Avengers, the one who helped to recruit new heroes. You saw what you wanted, and you went for it. It’s what Steve has always loved about you.

    You desire the same aspects in him. More so, though, you love the fact that he is who he is. Steve is kind, he is patient, he is generous. He surveys a situation and acts quickly, but not hastily. He sees and he observes and he is comforting.

Because of these things it makes sense that the two of you should have a timeline. You told him that you’d like to marry him within the next three years. He wants children within the next six. You talk about these things, you agree, you adjust your plan accordingly..

    One night, the two of you are laying on the floor in your room. You can’t be bothered to put your clothes away, you had just finished a mission. So you’re lying on the floor, face to face, on tour sides, ignoring the fact that the carpet is beginning to itch underneath your bare arm.

    ‘’I love you.’’

    ‘’I love you, too,’’ you admit, ‘’I really do love you, Steve.’’

    Stve and your dad feel like the only ones that you can be like this with. Because he’s not judging you- he is embracing the complexities of your character as you do for him. You are this and that, and everything in between, as is he. In the last three years, he’s never once pressured you into telling your feelings again, never once made you regret wanting to try to make this work, enverv once made you hide who you really are.

    For him, you’ve tried. You’ve opened our heart and he has been oh so careful with it- he knows that he can’t always protect you and that he unintentionally hurts you sometimes, but he’s there. This love story is’t perfect. There are fights, there are moments of intensity, there are days where you wondered what would have happened if he never would have kissed you that night on Tony’s couch.

    Would you have kissed him? Would he have ended up with Sharon Carter? Would you have met someone who didn’t work for SHIELD, like your dad wanted?

    You don’t know. The answers could be yes, they could be no, they could be maybe. However, at this moment, you are indefinitely sure of one thing.

    You love Steve Rogers…

    And you’re going to take a chance.

    ‘’Rogers, you know I love you, right? These past three years have made me so, so happy.’’

    ‘’I love you, too. You’ve made me, happy, too.’’   

    ‘’And I know the dangers associated with us being together , but… I also know you are the love of my life, Rogers. I guess… I mean… what I’m trying to say is-’’

    ‘’Will you marry me?’’

    It tumbles out of his lips so effortlessly, as if he knew where you were going with this. And it’s nothing grand. You’re lying on your floor, muscles sore from the mission, dressed in your sweatpant and t-shirt and hair pulled into a bun. It’s when you look least put together- not dressed for the boardroom or recovering from a mission.

    It’s when he looks peaceful- dressed in his jeans and his own t-shirt, eyes and posture and mannerisms relaxed.

    He’s here, and you’re here, and Steve Rogers wants to marry you. You want to marry him.

    For once, you don’t even have to consider it- your answer is an immediate ‘’Yes.’’

    Six weeks later you find yourself at a small wedding in Tony and Pepper’s place. The priest is declaring you husband and wife and Steve is kissing his bride

    It was planned yet spontaneous, romantic and  practical. A combination of complexities, just like the two of you,

    Despite where you started, your relationship is no longer marred by his mistake of kissing you, or your regret in letting it happen.

    It’s defined by the decision of being together.

    And this decision, Mrs. Rogers, is the best decision that the two of you have ever made. 

DISCLAIMER- I own no Marvel characters or their fictional worlds, countries, cities, planes, galaxies, etc.

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[diaryofanavengersfan]

Fantasy (part 1)

Comethru Part 2 

Electric part 3

Characters: Steve Rogers x OC

Warnings: Smut (fingering), fluff

Word Count: 3,231 words.

A/N: So this interesting idea popped up in my head and I decided to write a miniseries about this. If you would like to be tagged, please send me an ask!

“So you say you wanna get away We don't need a plane I could be your escape Take you to a place Where there's no time, no space I could be your private island On a different planet Anything could happen Listen to the waves Let them wash away your pain” (Fantasy by Alina Baraz)

After returning the infinity stones to their original places, Steve went back to isolating himself, burying his emotions deep inside him just like the first battle before New York. His days usually spent with general errands with the rest of the Avengers, going on small scale missions, going for a run in the morning, finding a quiet place to sketch or spending time at the gym hitting punching bags until they reach the other side of the gym. No one exactly knew (maybe Bucky) why Steve went back to the “old isolated self” but Agent Y/N felt it was time to find out when she found Steve dragging another punching bag from the large mountain placed on the corner of the large spacious gym. Agent Y/N was a new recruit to the team after the Battle of Ultron who worked closely with Maria Hill and Fury, just like Maria she got really close to the rest of the Avengers especially Natasha, Sam and of course the handsome Captain America. She clearly remembered how her stomach flipped when she met Steve Rogers for the first time, the true gentleman he was that everyone always appraised him for. She thought the simple crush would fade away, but it intensified as she started working closely with the team and even when she had a few hangouts with Steve. However, she felt her chances became low after she had a heart to heart talk with Steve after a morning run and grabbing a cup of coffee, when he told her about Peggy. She decided to bury her feelings for him and lock it when she saw the emotion and love in his eyes when he talked about her, sensing the look of regret and remorse about how he promised her a dance, but he ended up sacrificing his life and then going to sleep for 70 years. However, Y/N had to put a strong façade and genuinely told him, that she’s here for him as a close friend and she’ll always lend an ear to listen. The possibility of her being with Steve went from low to worse during the conflict between Tony and Steve, causing him to go on the run and protect Bucky. She felt her heart break, when she saw Steve and Sharon share a kiss as she assisted her to help Steve, Sam and Bucky, all she got from Steve was a tight hug “Thank you for everything Y/N, for being such a good friend. I’m going to miss you” he whispered. That’s all she was to him, a good friend. She smiled back holding her tears “Hey, I promised you I’ll always be here for you” As soon as they parted ways, Y/N let the tears flood down her cheeks, thankful that Sharon didn’t ask her why she was crying assuming that this was a difficult time for everyone. Things were a bit better between them when they reunited during the battle of Thanos, thankfully she also survived the snap, but there were very platonic and awkward moments between them when they were alone. Now 3 months later things never progressed from that level, when she was his muscular back flex through his thin shirt drenched with sweat, as he grunted while hoisting the bag onto the hook. She gulped, thinking it was now or never to make things better between them even though she can’t be with him she still missed the moments she had with him. “Steve” she lightly whispered, she hoped he wouldn’t hear her, but her whisper managed to echo through the gym making him straighten his back and turn back facing her. The intense look on his face softened after he saw Y/N, her hair was wet and was wearing a pair of swim shorts, and a light hoodie zipped halfway up her chest giving a peek of her one-piece swim suit. She lightly bit her lip seeing drops of sweat fall across his jawline, and his blonde locks untangled in a mess and his blue eyes looking directly at her. It didn’t help either when he softly spoke “Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked softly while walking to the bench next to her, slowly unwrapping the tape from his large hands. She cleared her throat, “Oh, um I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a few laps to tire myself out” she explained while pointing her thumb backwards indicating she came from the pool area. He raised his eyebrows and had a playful look in his eyes, while he zipped his duffle bag “A few? I bet you did like 50, do you even know how fast and how long you can swim? And yet people call me the super soldier” he remarked placing his hands on his hips. She rolled her eyes at his comment but was glad to see him ease down a little, but it turned back to the dejected look on his face he had for the past weeks. “Steve” she started “Are you okay?” she hesitantly asked. She regretted asking him after she saw the quiet look on his face but then he looked down on the ground and let out a heavy sigh. 

      “I saw Peggy”, Y/N heart stopped after hearing Steve’s confession they were seated outside the Avengers compound, on a bench next to the large tree a reasonable distance between them. She faced him, knowing he had more to say, “Tony and I went to Shield’s headquarters and while getting the tesseract, an agent suspected us, so I was hiding from security and went inside an office.” She furrowed her eyebrows, curious to see where his story was going, but let him continue “When I looked around the office, I saw a photo on the desk, it was me before the super serum, I looked back at the door and realized I was in hiding in her office. I heard a door open from the other side and I turned to the windows covered with the blinds, and I……I saw her” his voice cracked a little when he said that. He didn’t wait for her to say anything and kept going, “She still looked the same, still so beautiful”, Y/N smiled sadly at what he said, it really showed that he loved Peggy. “After we defeated Thanos, and when the world was back to normal, I knew that I wanted to go back to her, I had to go back. So that’s why I chose to return the stones so that I can go back to her, but I was too late” he explained, and her heart broke seeing a tear roll down his cheek. “When I was outside her house, going to knock her door, I saw her from the window, she was with someone else, she was dancing with someone else. The dance that I promised her, and she looked really happy.” Y/N scooted closer and took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his, “Hey, I know your blaming yourself for what happened, but this shows that sometimes no matter how much we try, time is now always in our favor” she softly explained. “Just because you’re not with her, doesn’t mean you love her any less, in fact what you did shows that you really love her. You wanted her to see happy and people that love each other do that. Also, just because she’s not with you doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you or stopped loving you, having the picture on her desk meant that you were and are special to her.” Steve looked up, his eyes looking more relaxed and a small smiling in his face, a content look on his face after a very long time. Her heart eased, and she melted into his hug after he brought her into a large warm embrace. “Thank you, Y/N, and I’m sorry for shutting myself out, especially from you” She opened her eyes at his confession, and thought of a crazy idea, when she broke from the hug, he trusted her sharing his secret, now it was the time to share hers. “You okay?” he asked after seeing the serious look on her face. “I wanna show you something” she said, he nodded trying to contemplate what Y/N was saying “okay” he simply replied. “Not now, tomorrow meet me by the pier after sunrise” she explained. “Okay” he sighed, yet extremely curious what Y/N wanted to show him tomorrow, they shared a small hug before saying good night, but he was a bit caught off guard when Y/N turned back to him and said, “Oh and bring your swimming shorts.” 

      Just like Y/N asked, they met at her sailboat at the pier right after sunrise and she sailed to the deep blue sea, throughout the journey Steve asked a few times where they were going but Y/N had a small smile on her face and kept saying “You’ll see”. Half an hour later the sky became a bit brighter and the sun was shining on top of them, she stopped the sail boat with the calm sea surrounding their boat in all four corners. Steve had a big frown on his face, looking around the boat curios on what Y/N wanted to show him “Uh.. you wanted to take me sailing?” Steve asked still trying to piece the puzzles together. “No” she giggled, feeling excitement in her chest as she walked to the front deck of the sail boat. She slipped off, her loose white blouse and her shorts revealing a baby blue elongated triangle bikini top matched with white bikini bottoms. Steve raised his eyebrows seeing Y/N revealing so much skin, he never seen her wear a bikini but always a one-piece but that never made her look less attractive. She threw her clothes at the back of the boat and extended her hand to Steve looking at him with a big smile on her face “Come on” she eagerly told him, he followed suit and got rid of his shirt and khaki pants revealing his swim shorts. “If this is a prank you planned with Sam and Bucky, this won’t be good” he murmured holding her hand. She tightened his grip, “Hey” she said making him look at her, “Do you trust me?” she asked looking intensely in his eyes, that’s when he knew this wasn’t a joke, and he wouldn’t lie to say that he was a bit scared. He took a deep breath then softly smiled at her “I do” She grinned at him before saying “Okay, on the count of one…. Two…..three!”, the immediately leaped into the water.

       Once he was submerged deep into the water and opened his eyes, he was surprised to see the water clearly. He looked at Y/N and noticed she wasn’t holding her breath, and she gestured with her hands for him to stop holding his breath, he couldn’t describe what he was experiencing and feeling, he was breathing normally and that too underwater. Y/N then took his hand and they swam deeper, his eyes widened seeing the aquatic life around him. A pod of dolphins twirled around them and swimming to the other direction. They then passed by a mother and baby sperm whales. Chris felt he was in paradise when he was twirling with Y/N and when they were swarmed with a large group of baby jellyfish, adding a romantic feel. He looked at her, and his heart warmed seeing the glint in her eyes and dimpled smile on her face. They spent almost an hour underwater, swimming with turtles and playing with a pair of manatees. He really felt he was dreaming and was going to wake up any second, but what he was experiencing was real, after he followed Y/N back to the surface meeting the boat in front of them. Another reason he knew it was real, because he realized he was holding on to Y/N’s hand the whole time and he didn’t wanna let go. His heart sank when she broke the grip and swam back to the boat, him following right behind her.      “Sooooo, are you a mermaid?” he broke the silence, as they were lying on the towels and sunbathing on the deck. She opened her eyes and tilted her head facing him “I don’t know” she confessed. Steve furrowed his eyebrows in mere confusion, let alone he was trying to process how he managed to survive underwater for a whole hour without any extra oxygen. “Whatya mean you don’t know?” he asked a bit to eager. She sighed and sat up hugging her knees to her chest gazing at the calm waters. “I actually discovered these powers or whatever they are after I joined the team.” The crease on his forehead smoothened waiting for Y/N to continue listening intently on what she had to share. “It started a few months before Berlin, I was out on a holiday with a few friends and we went surfing. We knew a storm was coming later that day, but we wanted to catch a few waves because it was out last day. However, the storm came earlier than expected and my friends swam ahead, and I got stuck in the waves, and they kept getting rougher making it difficult for me to swim to the beach. I was swallowed by the waves, and I saw I was headed for the large rocks in front of me. Without thinking I jumped off my surfboard and dove into the water, I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t holding my breath and I could see everything underwater clearly, the fish swimming around me unbothered my presence. After I quickly realized what was happening to me, I quickly swam to the beach, and swam to the surface a few feet from the beach, making my friends believe that I was swimming right behind them.” Steve didn’t know what to say, and soaked everything what Y/N told him, as he sat up and also faced the sea. “Does anyone else know?” he asked looking at her, but she didn’t meet his gaze when she slowly nodded her head, “Apart from you, I told Fury, Dr Cho and Shuri” Steve nodded slowly at her answer, and figured out why they kept it a secret, if the world got to know about her capabilities, people would be after her, especially the ones with a bad intention. Y/N said exactly what Steve thought after “We all thought, that while trying to figure out what’s up with me, it’s better to live with this secret, rather than exposing it to the world and staying in fear every second.” He asked one final question “Why did you tell me?” This time she faced him with a small smile on her lips, “Because I care about you Steve Rogers, plus you confided in me and shared what you were feeling these past few months. This is the least I could do.” His heart fluttered hearing her response and his eyes followed her movement, as she laid back on the towel closing her eyes trying to soak up the sun. 

    Seconds later she felt something was blocking the light, she opened her eyes and saw Steve hovering her with an intense look in his face. She furrowed her eyebrows “Steve, what are you” but was interrupted when he crashed his lips into hers. Y/N felt her heart stopped and widened her eyes in shocked, she couldn’t believe that Steve was kissing her, on her boat in the middle of the sea. She closed her eyes and moaned when he nibbled her bottom lip, making her respond the kiss and open her mouth. They first shared a slow and soft kiss, taking their time to explore each other’s mouth and Y/N moaned loving how Steve lightly sucked her tongue at times. However, the kiss became eager and rougher by adding more bites in between, she gasped in the kiss when she felt Steve trail his feather finger tips down her neck, along the valley of her breasts, then her tummy and reaching her clothed core. She broke off the kiss and moaned loudly when she felt his fingers trail down her core, but Steve showed no intention of stopping. He laid beside her, leaving open mouth kisses on her neck and used his right leg spreading Y/N’s legs. She was feeling pleasure from all corners of her body, it took a while for her to realize that Steve slipped off her bikini bottoms and was gently gliding his fingers along her wet lips. “Holy shit” she whispered, and she felt herself getting wetter when Steve growled into her ears “So wet for me doll” She closed her eyes and held onto Steve’s head from behind when he spread her lips and teased her clit a little with his fingertips. He then slowly inserted a finger inside her pussy, both of them groaning in mere pleasure. Y/N had her head tilted against the towel and Steve’s shoulder, he breathed heavily into her ear while giving a few licks and nibbles “Fuck your so tight doll” as he slowly thrusted his finger in her pussy. 

       What Y/N was experiencing was beyond her fantasy, while he kept whispering sweet nothings and telling her she looked so sexy, he added another finger inside her. She moaned a string of profanities when she felt Steve curl his fingers and was hitting her g-spot. “Oh…. Steve!” she exclaimed, holding onto his wrist urging him to keep going “right there!” He started to finger her roughly, and she felt his fingers going even deeper and her breath becoming heaver when she felt the pressure starting to build in her lower abdomen. “Steve” she gasped, “I’m, gonna…. I’m gonna” barely managing to form any words with how ecstatic she was feeling, every nerve inside her feeling the pleasure he was giving to her. This time he hovered over her, his forehead touching hers “Y/N look at me” he panted, and she immediately opened her eyes seeing the desire in his dilated blue eyes. “Look at me when you cum” he whispered above her lips, Y/N whined in eagerness trying to hold the orgasm that was building below, but it took a few strokes of his thumb on her clit for her to let go. When she felt the wave of euphoria, she pulled Steve for an intense kiss, trying to muffle the scream of pleasure, her body jolted in excitement, but Steve placed his arm over her abdomen and glued her to the towel. After she started breathing calmly, he slowly slid his fingers out of her and what she witnessed was forever etched in her brain. Steve was slowly licking her juices of his fingers, his gaze never leaving her, and she could see the mischievousness in his eyes. Without saying anything, he pecked her lips and help her wear her bikini bottoms again. He then lied down with her again, spooning from her behind, placing light kisses on her shoulder and back every now and then and had his left hand interlaced with hers. Y/N knew there was no going back, she was crazily in love with Steve Rogers, all the emotions she tightly locked in her heart bursted. Yet her stomach churned, thinking if Steve felt the same way.

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[hyungbean]

Badass | Tony Stark

Profanity Ahead!

Prompt: Hey, I was wondering if I could have a tony x reader where Reader is friends with tony and there was subtle flirting. She is secretly a shield agent or secretly has some awesome badass powers which she keeps hidden so she wouldn’t be made fun of or loose anyone close to her. Something happens that makes her use it to help the team during a fight and tony finds out. They get into an argument that ends with them admitting feelings. Can’t wait to see what you write. Thank you!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Genre: Fluff, “Humor”

As far as Tony was concerned, you were just his personal assistant—whom he was very, very interested in.

The feeling was mutual so it wasn’t bad at all.

To SHIELD though, you were one of their top enhanced agents. You’re not sure how exactly you went from secret missions in Norway to being a personal assistant for a cocky man with too much money on his hands.

It just happened. One day you went over to the Avengers Tower to hang out with Clint and Natasha, long time friends of yours, and boom.

Everyone there besides them thought you were just an old friend who was just a normal civilian.

Shocking.

Tony had offered you a job and you needed some extra cash anyway, so you accepted.

Although it didn’t really feel like a job (aside from having to do his laundry and pick up groceries for the Avengers of course) because Tony became a close friend of yours.

You didn’t see anything weird about it, but in Clint’s words there was so much “sexual tension” in the air whenever we were in a room together.

Today was not an exception.

Strolling into the kitchen in your pajamas, you went to pour yourself cereal, when Tony walked in.

“Hey Toe-Nail you have a conference with Fury in the afternoon.” I mumbled while shoveling spoons of cereal into my mouth.

“Thank you Sparkles—“ Tony said winking at me before gasping and snapping his fingers “— oh! And also can you pick up some waffles and jam from the grocery store today?”

“Yeah no problem Stank.”

Tony looks offended, giving me the hand and walking away with his breakfast.

I sit on the counter and finish my cereal quickly, although before I can wash my bowl, I hear several fake coughs.

As I look up I see Clint and Steve sending me raised eyebrows.

“What?” I feign confusion although I know too well what they’re going to say

“That was nauseating.” Clint said, shuddering while reading his newspaper.

“Yeah. I mean I’m not one to say anything but, you should just go for it. You both obviously like each other.” Steve agreed, sipping his coffee.

“I have no clue what you’re on about, now— I must go get ready.”

As you bounced out of the kitchen, Clint and Steve looked at each other for a few moments before rolling their eyes and getting back to their business.

It’s been a few hours and you’ve been at the grocery store for about way too long, and you still couldn’t decide between peanut butter, jelly or Nutella—so instead you just swiped all of them into your cart.

I mean it was going on Tony’s card anyway, he could buy out this whole company and not make a dent in his bank account.

While checking out, you gave them Tony’s card which they suspiciously eyed you for.

On the way towards the car you realized how much you actually bought and dreaded having to carry all of it.

When you arrived at the tower, Happy was nowhere in sight and your training had not prepared you for twenty bags of fresh produce and processed bread-spread.

As you maneuvered into the elevator, you leaned back on the railing and let out a sigh of relief.

You blew loose strands of hair away from your eyes, rubbing your back.

After a few moments, you reached the common floor where everyone would be, and dragged all the bags out.

“Hey Stupid and Friends I’m ho— AH WHAT THE FUCK!” My tired state was suddenly snapped into alarm as a vase was flung across the floor and landed at your feet.

You heard more movement and what sounded like fighting in the kitchen.

As you ran into the kitchen you saw a man attacking Tony. Without a second thought you telepathically picked up a kitchen knife and threw the knife into the man’s thigh.

Before he could fall, he dissipated in a flurry of buzzes, the knife falling smack down on the floor.

Holograms?

“Woah cowgirl. Calm down. We were just testing out the new training tools.” You turn around to see Clint with his hands up and the rest of the Avengers with their jaws on the floor.

“Wha-“ before you could ask why they looked so shocked, you felt a body slam into yours, nearly knocking you to the floor.

“CUPCAKE THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. Wait. WAIT. WAITWAIT.— YOU HAVE POWERS? HOW LONG HAS THAT BEEN GOING ON?” Tony shrieked at you , shaking your shoulders.

Your world became blurry as everything shook around you, Tony’s distorted excited face the only thing you could see.

“Calm down Stark! And I’ve always had powers.”

Steve walked in front of Clint with a severely adorable confused face, “wait did you just pull a Sharon on all of us?”

“Who the hell is Sharon?” I asked, squinting at the super soldier.

“No one— but seriously Y/N? All this time... and you didn’t bother to tell us—tell me?!” Tony asked, quickly turning salty as he narrows his eyes at you.

He crosses his arm like a child, and raises his nose in the air.

“Actually about that—“ I laughed nervously, rubbing my neck “—Clint and Nat already knew. Clint recruited me into SHIELD and I’ve been training with Nat for as long as I can remember...” I trailed off as Tony looked even more upset.

“ So. This WHOLE time.. you’ve been some badass agent. And you didn’t tell the rest of us??”

You could hear everyone protesting in the background in groans.

“I’m sorry Tony, but I liked that you were intrigued by me because of who I was and not because of my status.”

Everything stills for a moment.

Tony sighs, rubbing his eyes before pulling me into a hug, “you’re lucky I love you.” He mumbled.

“Love you too sweetheart.” I replied cheekily, kissing his cheek.

“What just happened. Please don’t start making out.” Sam whisper-prayed to no one in particular.

“Barf! Please stop! Steven’s virgin ears can’t handle this.” Bucky exaggerated, covering the super soldier’s ears.

We all laugh as Steve punches Bucky in the arm, nearly launching him into the cabinets.

Tony pulls me to his side, kissing my forehead, “finally. This took way too long...”

“NO YOU DIDN’T-“ the laughter is cut short by a surprised Nat who just stumbled into the kitchen, “—YOU CONFESSED DIDNT YOU?”

My eyes widen and I nod slightly, as Tony pulls me into him, chest to chest.

“That we did Romanoff. Now excuse you guys, move your asses out of my kitchen. I must make up for lost time with my angel face.”

Before I could react, he attaches his lips to mine, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.

I chuckle into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

The rest of the Avengers yell in protest, before promptly running out the kitchen like the kids they were.

“OH MY GOD. PLEASE NO. I LIED GOD. This is worse than before!”

“YO HOLD UP— IS THAT NUTELLA?—“

[comic-movieheroesranked]

Thoughts on Endgame

I haven’t used this account in ages but I’m still not over Endgame and just wanna rant about it. Obviously SPOILERS under the cut below!

Ok, so overall I did REALLY enjoy the movie. It definitely had some flaws (their rules of time travel was a little confusing) but overall I think it did it’s job of wrapping up 10 years of movies. I will admit that besides Iron Man and then later Cpatain America and Thor, the original six never really interested me so I did slightly get over all the original six tributes while pushing most of the other characters on the shelf until the final battle. I think I’m just gonna ramble about what I liked, didn’t like, and wanted more of with each character because I have so many thoughts haha

Tony Stark/Iron Man:

-I think I’m one of the few people who’s ok with how he died?? Like I had a feeling he wasn’t going to survive but how he died still shocked me and made me sad to see him go. I don’t think it was out of character though, I totally think it’s something he would’ve done so I’m a little confused why people disagree on that.

-Besides that, I really loved watching him be a father with Morgan those were definitely some of the more tender scenes in the movie for sure!

-Also Morgan in general was just too cute!

-Also loved his reunion with Peter, and his talk with his father.

Steve Rodgers/Captain America:

-AMERICA’S ASS

-Him getting annoyed with his past self was great and I loved that there were two situations (”Bucky’s alive” and “Hail Hydra”) where he knew what to say to get out of the situation.

-Basically Captain America going back to New York 2012 was my favorite part of his story for this movie

-Now I DO agree with most people with how it didn’t make sense for him to go back in time. Like yeah it’s sweet, I guess, that he went back for Peggy but I kinda thought he got over all of that by the end of his trilogy? I honestly lowkey thought the girl he was dancing with wasn’t going to be Peggy. Like how wild would it be if it was just some random girl he met in the past and decided to be with her?

-Also does this mean Sharon Carter is his niece or???

Bruce Banner/Hulk:

-I HATE STAIRS

-Honestly it took me a minute to get used to the whole Professor Hulk thing but I did and it’s fine

-When the gauntlet messed him up after he used the snap to bring everyone back I knew that someone was gonna die using it (but I didn’t think of Tony when I was watching the movie)

Thor:

-They kinda kept mocking Thor throughout this movie and I don’t know how to feel about it after the Russo brothers basically erased all of his progress in Ragnarok.

-Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind him growing his hair and getting belly. In fact I loved that he was still going toe to toe with Thanos regardless.

-His scene with his mom was sweet but I found myself asking if it was necessary? But this might also be because I didn’t care for Thor: Dark World.

-Well I guess it makes sense in the end when he joins the Guardians of the Galaxy. Definitely one of the funnier scenes in the movie and I think he’d fit in well with them.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow:

-Like I said before I didn’t really care for the original six but I FELT Black Widow’s death. It’s was beautifully tragic and I’m lowkey a sucker for that kinda shit.

-I knew SOMEONE was going to have to die when they went for the Soul Stone but before the movie I always thought it was gonna be either Cap or Tony and then during I thought (or, if I’m being honest, hoped) it would be Clint.

-I feel for the people saying she was robbed. She def should have had a proper funeral and it’s such a shame she couldn’t be apart of the EPIC A-Force team.

-Also I think I was the most bored (although it wasn’t too bad to be fair) during the scenes after her death and before the final battle because after they killed her our team became just a bunch of white guys, War Machine, and an evil Nebula. And that’s just a big YIKES that could’ve been avoided if they just included Okoye or Valkyrie in the mission.

-Also shouldn’t be alive? Since Cap returned the stone?

Clint Barton/Hawkeye:

-His family getting dusted in the beginning was ROUGH

-But honestly I’ve never cared for Hawkeye and didn’t in the film. I’m surprised he survived honestly.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel:

-I love that as soon as Carol came back she found Tony and Nebula and then proceeded to kick Thanos’s ass and help take him down

-I love that haircut, MY GOD

-I love that she showed up at the end and destroyed that entire ship.

-Her smile at Peter was so sweet.

-I really like that they had her go toe to toe with Thanos and basically beat him WHILE he had on the infinity glove. This just means the Avengers should have contacted Fury during IW so that he would’ve just called her during the last stand of Wakanda.

-Also with her fight versus Thanos, I like how they had him beat her. Let’s be fair, because she’s so powerful she’s a bit arrogant, which is why Thanos was able to pull a fast one and remove a stone to sneak attack her. It shows that yes she’s hella powerful, but she still has a few weaknesses that can be exploited.

-Love her in that black outfit.

Nebula and Gamora:

-I LOVED how much story arc Nebula got in this movie, it was one of the things I was hoping for.

-Her bonding with Tony was really sweet

-BUT NOT AS SWEET AS HER AND ROCKET HOLDING HANDS WHEN SHE RETURNED TO EARTH

-So her and Nebula 2012 are on the same wifi so that’s how their plan got ruined, right??

-Also how in the hell was Nebula 2012 able to get not only Thanos, but his WHOLE ASS ARMY to the future??

-Nebula killed her past self real quick though.

-I like that Gamora 2012 didn’t take forever and a year to help out the good guys

-Also what happened to her after Tony snapped?

-I love the bond between her and Nebula but I really thought they should have went up against Thanos at some point. Like towards the end right before he fought Carol and instead of Thor and Cap again (but again this movie catered to the original six so can’t want that

Valkyrie and Okoye:

-These two were the main reasons I was excited to see Endgame so I feel ROBBED

-How are y’all gonna go and recruit Thor and then just leave Valkyrie behind? She fights as good, if not better, than him? And I think she was more stable?

-Once they found out about Jane from Thor, they should of just switched him out with Valkyrie since Rocket had no problem finding her once they were there.

-Also it was kinda funny during the promotions of the movie to see SO many people confused about Valkyrie surviving. Like y’all not pay attention? Thanos only murders half the population of every planet he invades. Like that’s a theme that’s been very much established lol

-And not hearing about Okoye (besides that meaningless hologram scene) or Wakanda after the snapped was wack. Her home was attacked trying to protect a doomed robot and she lost T’challa and Shuri because of it. HOW ARE WE NOT SEEING HOW SHE DEALS WITH IT??

-Honestly they should’ve just dusted Okoye and Valkyrie if they were just gonna only use them at the end when all the other characters return.

-But they’re fight scenes were SO good.

-Valkyrie on that pegasus ripping that giant monster apart was a MOOD

-It’s cool she ends up Queen of Asgard but does that mean she won’t come back for a Thor sequel?

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch:

-Wanda showing up and beating the living shit out of Thanos was my favorite scene in the movie.

-I literally whispered ‘Hell yeah’ when she landed in between Thanos and T’challa

-Also I really hope Vision comes back so we can somehow get Billy and Tommy and get a Young Avengers movie

T’Challa/Black Panter and Shuri:

-When these two walked through the portal with Okoye I turned to the stranger next to me and said “Oh finally, we’re getting shit done’ and they laughed nodded haha

-T’challa should’ve fought Thanos by himself but it’s fine he didn’t I guess

-Also I’m almost positive the Russo brothers dusted Shuri only after IW was done and that’s why we didn’t see it. Because they realized it probably wouldn’t have taken her five years to figure out a way to bring back the others.

-It would’ve been neat at the end when Scott and Hope realize the time machine was broken if Shuri just showed up and fixed it in seconds.

Rocket and Groot:

-Rocket was funny throughout the movie but didn’t really do much.

-We needed more Groot in the end. Like action wise and moments with the other characters wise, but I’m just greedy because I love him haha

-Rocket should’ve stole Bucky’s arm.

Sam Wilson/Falcon:

-MY CAPTAIN AMERICA IS BLACK NOW BITCHES, THAT’S IT

Everyone else was cool and didn’t really leave a lasting impression on me except for maybe Ant-Man but he was just really funny the whole time to me. Again I really liked the movie and I admit that I knew I wasn’t going to be fully satisfied since this movie was about the original six. But I just hope the next time we get a movie with this much characters involved, we really use more of them story wise and not just for big fight scenes at the end. Infinity War was close but I need more (I’m annoying I know haha)

Also the movie did not feel like it was three hours at all, so good for the Russo brothers when it came to that!

Feel free to message me to chat, I’d love to hear all of your thoughts about the movie too!

[americandove]

Home (Bucky x Reader x Warren Worthington III)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Warren Worthington III

Summary: After discovering a secret Bucky has been keeping from you, you realize you need some time away from the Avengers and flee to the Charles Xaviers school for gifted youngsters in hopes to come back stronger than before. Then, you meet Warren. 

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, language, angst.

Authors note: Hi everyone! This is my very first fic, so any feedback is much appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

Y/N ambled along the hallways of the tower, lost in her head as she searched for her long time boyfriend, James. This was the third time this week she had woken up to find an empty, cold place in bed next to her. As she padded into the second floor living room, she paused. Directly to her left was the balcony, and on that balcony all was pitch black save for the glow of a cigarette. She always hated this habit of Bucky’s, but he claimed it helped him with his anxiety, so she let it slide.

Walking silently over to the open balcony door, she admired him. Bucky had been doing so much better lately. He got a haircut, went a bought a new wardrobe, even started working out more. When asked about it, he claimed he needed a change, something new, and you had been proud. 

But then he started disappearing. He would leave you alone in the night, sometimes even for full days. You became so worried that those thoughts where plaguing him again, so when you asked to talk about it he stormed off, calling you overbearing. That hurt.  After he came home though, he showered you in affection so you pushed your gut instinct to the side and left the subject alone. 

And now, here you are. Standing on the balcony right behind Bucky, listening to him talk on the phone. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I promise. You’ll be alright, okay? I’m gonna see you tomorrow, just wait until then, okay?” He mumbled into the phone, clicking the lighter to relight his cigarette. 

You smiled, he was probably talking to Steve who was over at Sharon’s for the first time tonight. Bucky was always so amazing to his friends. 

“No, baby, I know. I’ll tell her eventually, just now isn’t the time. I gotta get back to bed soon anyway, she’ll be awake and looking for me anytime now. Hey, I love you, okay? You’ll get to have me all tomorrow and all night, i’ll tell her it’s a quick mission. Okay baby, get some sleep. Goodnight.” He clicked the end call button and dropped the butt of his cigarette, crunching it under his house-shoe. Turning around, he froze, nearly missing your outline in the darkness.

“Shit, Y/N-” He started, taking in your sullen face.

“Don’t.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around your waist. You couldn’t believe it, all those years, all this time with Bucky wasted. You felt like a fool, a damn fool for not seeing all the signs. All the times you begged him to go shopping, the get a a haircut, and all the times he turned you down.

Bucky shook his head, stepping forward, wincing as you took two steps back. 

“Y/N, doll, i’m sorry. i didn’t-”

“I’m not your doll. And you didn’t what Bucky? Didn’t fucking what? Mean it? Mean to hurt me? I thought you were mine.” You yelled, willing your emotions to calm back down before your abilities got the best of you.

“Listen, damnit! I didn’t mean for this to happen Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Hearing a scuffle behind you, you turned to see Steve and Natasha standing bleary eyed looking at you two.

“Y/N?” Steve asked, taking in your tear tracked face. Steve always felt like an older brother to you, what with you being the youngest on the team. At the ripe age of 19, Wanda was just a few years older. 

In fact, the entire team was protective of you. 

Without thinking, in need of some sort of comfort, you ran to him letting out muffled sobs against his chest. 

“What did you do Barnes?” Natasha hissed stalking over to him, ready to read him the riot act,

“He cheated Steve. He cheated on me.” Y/N whispered, shrinking into the large blond. Immediately, he tensed.

“It was with Darby, wasn’t it? The blonde recruit who you swore I shouldn’t worry about.”

Bucky nodded. 

“You absolute fucker. You’re a real scumbag James, you know that? Y/N, c’mon, we’re gonna grab some stuff from your room. You’ll be on my floor tonight.” Steve guided you away, turning to look back at Natasha. 

“I’ll let you handle him however you see fit, Natasha. Thank goodness Sharon got sick tonight and sent me home.” 

You numbly followed Steve back into your and Bucky’s old room, and while you sat on the bed, Steve grabbed your duffle bags from your closet and began shoving whatever clothes he thought you would need. He came out of the bathroom, shoving your toiletries in the second duffle bag along with your shears. 

“Y/N, I can see how tense you are. You need to relax a little bit or your back will get torn up again.” Steve rubbed your shoulders, mindful of the black metal wings curled against your back. Your wings defied all laws of physics, but he was never one to question the new world. Not even when you demonstrated complete control over not only your wings, but any metal at all. You were powerful. 

You winced as you let go of the tension and slumped your shoulders, turning towards Steve. 

“I need a second Steve. Can you wait in the hall?” Your voice sounded hollow as you stared at a picture of you and Bucky on a beach. 

“Of course. I’ll be right outside.” You watched him step out and shut the door. Immediately you ran to your closet to grab your burner phone. Before the Avengers found you, you were a mover, a wanderer. Numbly, you called the only number you had.

“Logan...I need help.”

                                                           ---

Steve waited outside, tapping his foot as he processed what his so called best friend had done. 

Had Bucky not remembered how broken you were when you first got here? How much time it took to even begin to break down your walls? And fuck, you were just a kid to Steve, like a sister really. The whole team adored you, especially Tony who claimed you were the daughter he always wanted. 

Shit, Tony was going to skin Bucky. 

Steve glanced up as Natasha and Bucky came around the corner, speaking heatedly in russian. He had to admit, seeing Bucky with a busted lip, bruised ribs, and what was probably two black eyes, well...well that made Steve feel a little better. 

Bucky noticed how Steve suddenly straightened at the sight of him. 

“How is she?” He asked, wincing as his lip pulled even more. 

“You don’t deserve to know.” Natasha hissed, knocking on the door.

“Y/N? Y/N, sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?” The red headed assassin waited. 

No sound came from the room. 

Steve turned to face the door, raising his fist to knock as well. 

“Angel? You in there?” He asked, using his old nickname for you.

Bucky raised his head and reached for the door-knob, huffing when he found it locked. 

“Y/N, this isn’t funny anymore. Open up, just so we can know your okay.”

“Yeah because you really care about her don’t you Barnes?” Natasha retorted, typing in the manual override code for the lock. 

Steve shoved Bucky aside and peered inside the empty room. 

“Y/N?”

Natasha went over to the window and looked down, just in time to see a car pull away. She went back and noticed a piece of paper sitting on your bed. 

“Steve...she left.” Natasha said quietly, handing the note to Steve before wrapping her arms around herself, suddenly uncomfortable in your now old room. She looked up when Steve made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat and clutched the paper, striding out and shoving it in Bucky’s chest.

“You get to tell Tony, and this time i’m not saving your ass.” He snarled, slamming the door shut leaving Bucky in the hall once more. Bucky looked at the note and sighed.

“Dear Steve, 

Consider this my formal resignation from the Avengers. I’ve packed my bags and if I ever need you or vice versa, have Wanda reach me. 

I’m sorry.

Forever your angel,

Y/N”

-Should I continue..?-

[diinofayce]

Like A Whisper In The Night - 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (Layne Hardin) | Word Count: 5,494 | Warnings: Swearing (probably), Violence, Angst, a dust bunny amount of fluff | A/N: I hope this chapter flows okay. I’ve been having a rough time getting my brain to do brain things. I re-read and re-wrote this like eight times. Scrapped like a whole 6k words to get this even remotely okay-ish. | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

If anyone can guess what song Layne is using in this chapter to help her block Hydra from her head gets a prize of some sort. Like a cookie or a prompt request. No using Google though!! That’s cheating!

It had been four days since FRIDAYS emergency alert sounded through the tower notifying everyone of Layne’s distress. The team had all rushed to the conference room, everyone looking confused and wild eyed. Bucky looked around at the others who mirrored his concern and all had the same question: how the hell did she get taken? No one knew she had even left the tower after the interrogation which had only been about fifteen minutes prior to the alert sounding. It all seemed to happen so fast, the enemy must have been waiting positioned outside of the tower looking for the perfect opportunity and Bucky was acutely aware that he had given it to them. Tony had pulled up the tracker that was in her bracelets and it said she was in Central Park. Steve and Bucky took off and found her things sitting neatly on a park bench. Bucky picked them up with slightly shaking hands and Steve watched his best friend carefully because it had been a long while since he had seen the man so distraught.

The days following had been filled with extensive searching of the surrounding areas and keeping an eye on all the nearby airports. They were coming up empty day after day and Bucky was starting to get more and more combative with the rest of the team. It wasn’t until breakfast on the fourth morning when Bucky nearly ripped Clint’s head off, throwing a ceramic mug at him, for taking the last cup of coffee without starting a new pot that Steve grabbed Bucky and pulled him aside.

“What has gotten into you?” Steve asked harshly, his hands locked on Bucky’s shoulders holding him in place.

“I just, I’m pissed. Why wasn’t a tracker in her suit? How are we not finding her?” Bucky asked trying to brush Steve off of him.

“We’re all frustrated, Buck, but none of us are attacking each other over it.” Steve countered. “Look, I know you have feelings for her or whatever is going on, but I need you to calm down. I need you level.”

Bucky let out a huff of air and carded his fingers through his hair, thumping his head on the wall behind him. “Steve, it’s my fucking fault she was out there. What if she was so pissed at me that she left with them willingly?”

Bucky had been crippled by that fear for the last couple of days. He kept replaying the day of the interrogation over and over in his head. It was stupid, flirting with Agent Mahoe, but he was just trying to see if he felt any sort of spark with someone like he did with Layne. He hadn’t been into it and was at the point of just going through the motions out of courtesy until he could get the chance to ghost the agent when Layne had graced them with her unfortunate timing. Bucky still had that fifty in his wallet, burning a hole in his back pocket reminding him of his idiocy, anxious to be able to give it back to her and ask her to go on an actual date with him.

“How is it your fault? She probably just needed to clear her head after the interrogation. She should have known better than to leave the tower on her own, she knows we always go in pairs,” Steve clapped his friend’s shoulders and stepped back, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Bucky took another deep breath and chewed on his bottom lip, looking at Steve hesitantly. He was going to get chewed out for his confession, good ol’ Captain America would have plenty to say on Bucky’s behaviour. “We slept together. The Thursday before the mission,” Bucky admitted, not able to meet Steve’s gaze.

“What?” Steve asked perplexed. “That’s incredibly unethical, Buck.”

Bucky frowned and raised his gaze to glare at his friend. “As unethical as you fooling around with Natasha? Does she know you went to coffee with Sharon?”

Steve flushed, thinking that him and the red headed assassin had been more discrete. But Bucky had always been more observant than Steve was, even before the training. “Of course she does. Natasha trusts me.” Steve blushed brighter remembering how in between coffee with Sharon and the interrogation Natasha reminded Steve exactly which relationship he was apart of. Steve paused, realization dawning on him and he looked at Bucky with a mix of incredulity and disappointment. “You were flirting with Agent Mahoe.”

Bucky dipped his head in defeat and pursed his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking his heel against the wall. “Layne didn’t want to talk about us or make anything official until after the mission and then we got so swept up with helping the new recruits…I just never bothered trying to talk to her. I figured she was over me or was not into me in the first place or I don’t know. I don’t have a line of thought for anything that’s happened the last couple weeks.” Bucky groaned closing his eyes and thumping his head back onto the wall.

“That’s crap, Bucky, and you know it,” Steve said and pulled himself up to full height, ready to give Bucky one of his Captain America lectures when FRIDAY’s automated Irish lilt filled the air.

“There is a woman on the main floor demanding to speak to Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers, and Mr. Stark. She is getting quite persistent and is claiming it has to do with Agent Hardin.” FRIDAY  informed.

Bucky and Steve looked at each other, Steve still looking at his friend very sternly. “We’re not done with this chat,” Steve said with a bit of a threatening note before grabbing Bucky’s jacket collar and tugging him off to the elevator.

Steve and Bucky met Tony coming off of another elevator in the lobby. They exchanged confused glances before their attentions were redirected towards the main commons of the lobby. There was a bit of a commotion and both tower employees and tourists who could come and take pictures with cardboard cutouts of the Avengers in the main entrance were standing around staring at an aggressive argument happening between two agents and a woman.

As Bucky got closer he immediately recognized the red hair, bandanna, and bright sleeve tattoos of Layne’s best friend; Susanna Sweet. She was wearing a black T-Shirt with a ripped denim vest covered in patches and leather pants. Her motorcycle boots were sans heels this time but she had a motorcycle helmet and leather jacket tucked under one of her arms as her free hand jabbed a finger into the chest of one of the agents. It was the tourists sudden excitement and flashing of cell phone cameras that alerted Susanna to the arrival of the three men. She looked up at them, her green eyes flashing with anger and it caused the men to pause.

Tony finally stepped forward waving off the agents who had also paused at their arrival. “Agents…you. Go back to what you were doing. We can handle this from here.”

“Johnson and Ramirez,” Steve whisper-hissed at Tony.

“What? Oh. Agent Johnson, Agent Ramirez. Good work, thank you.” The agents looked at each other and then back at Susanna who quirked an eyebrow at them. They quickly stepped out of her way as she stomped over to them.

Susanna raised her chin as she stared at them with controlled rage, when drawn up to her full height she stood nose to nose to with Tony and to the man’s defense only the muscle in his jaw twitched at her aggressive stance. “Do you want to take me somewhere private so I can tell you all how you fucked up or do you want me to let you know here?” She bit out through clenched teeth.

Tony cleared his throat and clapped his hands together. “Conference room then? Right this way, Ms. Sweet.” He reached out to guide her, but retracted his hand when she gave him a look that threatened to leave him needing a permanent iron appendage. Susanna quietly fumed the entire elevator ride up and until Bucky closed the conference room door behind them. She tossed her bike helmet and jacket on the table with a loud clatter and pulled her phone out of her vest pocket.

“So, one of your team members gets kidnapped and you can’t open your phone lines up? I have to come all the way out here from Minnesota to do your job for you?” Susanna seethes at them.

“Phone lines?” Bucky asked stepping forward, placing his palms flat on the table, his face knitted in confusion.

“I have FRIDAY block all encrypted calls to the tower. We’d get basement losers with voice scramblers calling the tower all the time reporting fake catastrophes,” Tony explained, leaning against the far wall and crossing his arms. Steve stood next to him with his hands on his hips, eyes trained on the woman in front of him.

“I got this call three days ago and I couldn’t get any of your agents to listen to me when I tried calling, eventually they blocked my number,” Susanna explained, hitting a few buttons on her phone and setting it on the table.

White noise crackled through the speaker before a soft hint of labored breathing could be heard. “Suzu? It’s Layne,” her voice was strained and quiet. “I have to be quick. You have to get a hold of Tony or Steve - I can’t - FRIDAYS defenses wont let me through. I was taken and I sneaked a phone from a guard but they’ll figure it out soon. Tell them I think I’m north of border, tell them I’m outside of any major cities and I heard one of them say something about a river and I heard rushing water when I was outside. There’s a complex of old bunkers. Please? I’m sorry.” There was a scuffing noise just as a sound of a large heavy metal door was thrown open. There was yelling and swearing and the sound of flesh against flesh before the line went dead. Sue’s fists were clenched around the back of a chair, her knuckles ghost white as she glared down at her phone on the table.

“There’s an old Hydra base on Moose River in Ontario, they had a meltdown at some point - I think in the seventies - and abandoned it,” Bucky said softly, his voice cracked and broken. He felt like someone had reached into his chest and clamped around his heart as he listened to her message, the thought of someone laying a hand on Layne made the acid in his stomach roll.

Steve nodded looking from the phone to Bucky. “I’ll get Natasha and Clint out there scouting ahead immediately. The rest of us will be wheels up in two hours. FRIDAY?” Steve called, immediately going into Captain America mode.

“Already alerting the others, Captain,” FRIDAY answered as Steve left the room, clapping Bucky on the shoulder as he went by.

Tony looked from the phone to Susanna to Bucky before clapping his hands together again, a nervous reaction he was never able to shake. “Right. Barnes, why don’t you show Ms. Sweet to Hardin’s room? You’ll have moderate access around the living and common areas. I’m going to go pick a suit.” He nodded to Susanna politely before also taking his leave.

That left Bucky and Susanna alone in the conference room, he looked up from where he had been staring a hole into the table to her through his chestnut hair. She was still radiating anger as she looked furiously at him. He stood and tucked his hands in his pockets, “Um. I guess if you want to follow me?” Bucky said reaching for the door. Before he had a chance to grab the handle Susanna had made her way to him in two strides, her fists tangled in his jacket and slamming his back against the wall, the plaster cracking on impact.

Bucky stuttered slightly, staring at her with disbelief. Sure she had caught him off guard, but he wasn’t exactly the lightest guy on the team and the walls of the tower weren’t exactly made of flimsy drywall.

“I’m going to level with you, Robocop. I don’t like the fact that I get a text saying you’re an asshole one second and a voice mail saying my girl is in danger the next. I like to think I’m pretty goddamn calm, but I’ve watched you stand here and scuff your toes in the carpet. So if you do not man the fuck up and bring her home safe I will personally make sure that you’re no longer able to shit without a bag attached to your side,” Susanna stated, sounding ever so calm and level headed.

Bucky reached up to carefully grab Susanna’s wrist with his metal hand to pry her grasp from him, but she redirected the grab slamming his metal arm into the wall next to him. The vibranium plates that made up his arm groaned and more spider cracks appeared around the impact point. Bucky raised his eyebrows at her in surprise, “You didn’t need help unloading your truck, did you?” She gave him a cheeky wink in response. Letting go of Bucky, Sue stuffed her phone in her pocket and grabbed her things from the table. “You going to show me to my room or what?”

~*~

Natasha and Clint had confirmed activity in the bunkers off the Moose River, so the rest of the team dropped the second quinjet down behind the tree line a mile out. When they converged Nat and Clint informed the others that it seemed like a fight had broken out in the complex. Bucky’s heart swelled with both pride and worry knowing that the only thing that should be causing a fight in there was Layne. They had decided that Bruce would stay on one of the jets unless there was a Code Green, so that they would have him for emergency medical if needed. Steve and Natasha were going to take the left couple of bunkers while Loki and Bucky were going to pair up and take the right. Sam, Tony and Clint would be running air interference. Wanda and Vision were tasked with finding any other hostages and getting them to safety.

Bucky hadn’t had the chance to really work with Loki yet and having both an unknown force with him and against him had his nerves on high alert, but he knew that if anyone was going to have a chance to help with Layne it was going to be him. Only Loki knew the full extent of Layne’s powers, even more than she did. All comlinks active in their ears the team dispersed, knowing their directions they started to make quick work of the complex.

Bucky and Loki made it through a bunker, taking down a handful of Hydra agents, but seeing no sign of Layne or Daniel. They weren’t necessarily here to rescue Daniel, but they figured if they came across the man they would bring him in. They didn’t even know if he needed rescuing or capture, but they knew Layne would never forgive them if they had a chance to get him and let him go. As Bucky and Loki approached the second bunker Natasha’s voice came over the comlink. It sounded strained and disgusted.

“I doubt we’ll find hostages. I have a bunker full of bodies, all various states of decay.”

Bucky’s heart caught in his throat and he almost ran to where Natasha was, willing to dig through corpses to make sure Layne wasn’t in there.

“Stay on target, we’ll go back to that building after if needed,” Steve’s voice responded, sounding just as distraught as Nat. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to picture what they might be looking at. After having been captured in the forties and dealing with that prisoner camp, he knew what a pile of rotting death looked like and he steeled himself hoping that he wouldn’t have to go foraging for Layne’s body.

“We need to split up,” Loki said tersely. He would never admit the affinity that he allowed to grow for Layne. He admired her quite a bit and the thought of her lifeless in that bunker terrified him more than he would ever let on. “We can’t risk them disposing of her or leaving with her. I’ll take this one, you take the last.”

Bucky nodded in understanding and shifted his hold on his gun. He trudged through the ankle deep snow, making barely any noise as he approached the last bunker. The door had already been blown off it’s hinges but no scorch marks or blast damage could be seen around the sight. Leading with his gun, one eye down the scope Bucky checks both directions and hears voices down the left hallway. Stepping carefully, wary of any traps that were activated with their arrival, he froze as a Hydra soldier was physically thrown from a room to his right and collided against the opposite wall crumpling to the ground.

Bucky could hear a man’s voice talking softly, as if trying to placate a child, as another’s voice screamed in pain before being silenced suddenly. Bucky peeked around the corner, gun risen, to see Layne with her back to the doorway and a man with a shock of brown curls approaching her carefully with his hands up, a Hydra agent lying still on the ground at Layne’s feet. Layne was dressed in a white hospital gown, bruises bloomed bright against her pale skin on her legs and arms. The man was in dark jeans and a blue t-shirt with a black tactical vest on. What drew Bucky’s gaze was the small metal box that seemed to be surgically attached to the left side of his head, small red scars roped out of the sight across his shaved scalp.

“Stand down,” Bucky barked appearing in the doorway, gun trained on the man. He looked up over Layne’s shoulder and raised his hands more.

“No, you stand down. You don’t know what you’re walking into,” the man barked back. Layne turned slowly to Bucky’s voice and his chest clenched in pain as he saw the left side of her head shaved and the same box attached to the side of her scalp. The rest of her long brown hair was swept to the side, held off the fresh looking surgery sight with a braid and some pins. A trail of blood ran from Layne’s left ear and her upper lip and chin had blood crusting to them as well, a sign that Bucky has come to notice that she was overexerting her powers.

Layne assessed Bucky, her head tilting to the right and she took a slow careful step towards him. A small light on the silver box activated and Layne’s brown eyes melted into a fiery gold. Bucky felt a strong flutter in his chest, it was like the training session when Layne was forcing his consciousness out of his body. He tried to suck some air into his spasming lungs but the feeling just intensified. Layne’s expression hardened and she raised her hand, another light switching on on the little box.

It happened suddenly, the last four days of memories pulled to the surface of Bucky’s mind. The initial conference that had everyone full of confusion and concern before they dispersed to try to find her. The hopeless searching, Bucky sneaking into her room at night to surround himself in her comforter and smell, finding a small stash of her booze and finishing it himself. His encounter with Susanna and being over powered followed by the antsy flight to Canada. But then it went further back and Bucky winced at the feeling of his mind being invaded. It wasn’t like Hydra when they would wipe them from him, it was more like she was flipping through the pages of a book. Layne landed on the coffee shop with Steve, Sharon, and Lola. The memory played like a movie, every comment Bucky made to Lola and every little touch; Bucky could feel Layne’s jealousy rip through him like fire and Bucky tried to push back with his own lack of feelings towards the other agent.

Then memories that weren’t his filled his head. Layne sitting on a park bench alone in Central Park, feeling sad for herself, when suddenly her brother sat down next to her. The long car ride where Danny would refuse to talk to her and a Hydra agent getting fed up with her questions and knocking her out with a blow to the temple. Layne sneaking a phone from a guard and trying to get through to the tower before finally calling Susanna in a fit of desperation - the beating that followed her discovery. How she was strapped down and forced to project into different girls, they were trying to get Layne to separate their powers from them and put them into Hydra agents. Bucky watched as every girl died at Layne’s forced hands twenty odd girls in the three days she had been forced before a woman, not much older than Layne, declared she would get the same enhancement as her brother. They did it to her while she was awake, they couldn’t risk putting her to sleep or she ran the risk of going brain dead. Bucky felt everything she felt in that instant, searing through his head, and it dropped him to his knees.

Layne released her mental hold on him and wobbled slightly, Danny rushed forward and caught her elbow - worry etched on his face. Bucky growled at him and stood shakily. Layne brushed her brother off and approached Bucky, running her fingers along the scruff of his jaw.

“She doesn’t know but when she’s gone I sit and drink her perfume. And I’m sure she’s drinking too, but why, where and what for and who?” Layne muttered and Bucky looked at her with confusion, but the opening of a door distracted the three of them. The doctor from Layne’s memories stepped forward, pistol raised and pointed at them. Layne and Daniel bristled instantly, Daniel stood with defiance while Layne almost shrunk back from the woman trying to make herself small.

“Whisper, the activation words,” Doctor List ordered simply, her black hair falling stick straight to her shoulders in a shiny sheet. Daniel had rooted through Layne’s memories for List on Layne’s first night here, he had told the doctor that Layne knew the Winter Soldier activation words but he couldn’t quite get a hold of them. Her dark eyes were crazed and menacing and Danny took a step to the side to put himself in between her and his sister.

“That’s fine, Specter. Give me the Winter Soldier, Whisper or I kill your brother,” she demanded again, pulling the hammer back on the gun.

Layne whimpered and shook her head. Her eyes were screwed shut tight and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. A light was blinking on the box on her head and she started humming some song. Blood starting dripping from her nose and down her lip. Bucky growled and raised his gun to the woman. There must be a control in the little box and the thought of her being a puppet for Hydra like he had been for so many years made him even more furious.

“That’s not gonna work, sweetheart,” Bucky responded harshly, grabbing Layne gently to pull her behind him.

“Forced fed, forced meds ‘til I drop dead. You can’t defeat her, when you meet her you’ll get what I said,” Layne whispered behind him. Bucky glanced back at her quickly, worry flooding his eyes before refocusing on the woman in front of him, gun pointed back at her.

“What did you do to her?” Bucky demanded, clicking his comlink line open.

“I gave her brain an enhancement, the same as I did her brother. She’s stubborn and strong willed, she just wants to fight. Daniel was such a good boy, compliant and strong, but now he wants to fight too. No bother, once I bring the Winter Soldier back to Hydra I wont need two little ghost children,” She fired her gun, and Daniel fell to the ground. Bucky responded by landing a bullet in between her eyes. Bucky felt Layne rush passed him and watched her fall to her knees next to her brother. Daniel let out a groan and moved to sit up.

“I have Layne and her brother, I need an evac immediately - Daniel has been shot. The doctor is dead,” Bucky said into his link and strode over to the two siblings. The bullet connected with Daniel’s shoulder just to the inside of the strap finding the soft spot under his collarbone, Bucky looked to the wall behind him and saw the bullet impact. “It’s a through and through, you’ll be okay. Can you stand? I have a good doctor on the plane,” Bucky held his hand out for the man and Daniel looked at it warily before reaching up with his good arm and taking it.

Bucky looked down at Layne who was still kneeling on the floor, her hair hanging in front of half her face. Daniel put a hand on her shoulder, rocking her softly and she looked up at them.

“Come on, doll, we need Banner to look at you. Let’s go home,” Bucky said bending down and picking her up carefully. She responded by burying her face in his neck and letting out a soft whimper. Bucky and Daniel met the rest of the team outside and everyone loaded into the jets. Bruce immediately went to work on Daniel’s shoulder, Natasha and Clint stayed behind to make sure there was no intelligence left in the base.  

Bucky sat towards the back of the jet, waiting for Banner to have a moment. He still had Layne in his arms, she made no move to get out of his lap when they got into the jet and he didn’t move to let her go. As selfish and guilty as it made him feel, he was relishing this contact with Layne. He buried his face in her hair and could smell the underlying scent of blackberries lingering under the sweat and blood. He softly ran his hands up and down her back in soothing motions as he closed his eyes to shut out the world. He could feel Steve and Wanda watching him carefully, both the only two that probably had an insight to what had been going on between himself and Layne, but he didn’t care. Bucky felt hot tears on his neck and he rocked side to side softly, making soft shushing noises in her hair.

He felt like such a fool, wasting time avoiding Layne after they got back from the mission and then messing around with Agent Mahoe. One big week of bad decisions led to Layne getting taken and experimented on and it was all his fault. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as tears pricked at the corners.  

“Who’s jealous, who’s jealous, who’s jealous of who? If I get busy then I couldn’t care less what you do. But when I’m by myself I think of nothing else than if a girl just might be getting through and touching you,” Layne whispered against his throat and Bucky sucked in a sharp rattling breath.

“I’m sorry, doll. God, I’m so sorry. We’ll get this all fixed and then we’ll talk. I promise, I’m not leaving you,” Bucky whispered into her hair, squeezing her to his chest.

Banner and Daniel approached the back of the jet where they were sitting. Danny had a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, the arm up in a sling. “Does she still have the block up?” Danny asked, looking at his baby sister with concern. Layne looked up at Danny sharply, betrayal evident in her gaze as her eyes started to shift. Danny held his good hand up and stepped back.

“Block?” Bruce asked looking cautiously between the siblings.

“There’s a control in these boxes. I broke mine a while ago, I kept playing the part of their puppet and they never questioned. Layne is blocking their command signal, knowing her she’s probably playing some really annoying song playing over and over in her head,” Daniel responded. “She, for obvious reasons, doesn’t trust me so I don’t want to break into her mind to pull her barrier down. She’ll do it when she feels safe again.”

Layne continued to glare at her brother, not seeming pleased that he was speaking for her. A yellow light lit up on Layne’s box and she made a snarling noise, flicking her eyes over to Wanda. Wanda sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and held her hands up, remorse evident in her eyes.

“I just wanted to see if I could help,” Wanda explained softly, a soft sob catching in her throat.

Bucky could hear the little mechanisms turning in the little three inch by three inch box, the yellow light going out and he could feel Layne’s muscles relax. He watched as Loki, Steve, and Tony all exchanged glances before Tony stepped up and clapped Daniel on his good shoulder.

“You wouldn’t mind working me through those little boxes of yours?” Tony asked.

Daniel looked at Tony carefully, taking in the iron suit that he had yet to take off. “They’re enhancers and I’m not exactly sure I want to hand over the secrets to them to the one other person who could replicate them. You already manufactured warfare once.”

“Well, I’m probably the most suited to getting them off of you.” Tony snarked, folding his arms across his chest. His stance was was a weird combination of offensive and defensive. He hated having the weapons thrown in his face and he was disgusted by the notion that he would mass produce an Inhuman control device. Tony was having serious thoughts about throwing the man out of the jet.

“Get them off?” Daniel scoffed. “That’s the last thing you should be doing. Hydra did us a favour with these, I just need to get Layne to let me take the control monitor out and she’ll be fine. The power mutation that runs in my family’s line is more of a burden then anything, there’s no way to actually control it all of the time. Now we can; pull memories selectively, remove souls from our opponents without leaving our bodies vulnerable, flip a mental switch and be able to read the auras. There is so much we can do now because of these enhancers. Besides it was brain surgery to get them in, it’ll be brain surgery to get them out.”

“And you just offered your sister up to them freely?” Bucky growled softly, he felt Layne knit her fingers in his jacket, but kept his glare on Daniel.

Daniel narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. “I had to play my part, I’m supposed to be their little puppet. If Hydra had told you to go kill your mother when you were the Winter Soldier - would you have?” Bucky tried not to wince at his question, knowing that he was right in that regard. “Besides, as horrible as getting the damn things put in is; she needs it. Once she gets the hang of it, no one kidnapping her or forcing her to do anything ever again.”

Everyone blinked at Daniel, Bucky looked down at Layne who was now blankly fiddling with a zipper on Bucky’s jacket. Tony pursed his lips as he looked down at the newest member of their team. When he had flown out to Minnesota to recruit Layne it was for a motley of reasons. He figured her intensive research into the DNA behind Inhumans would prove invaluable to Banner’s research and maybe give a break in the mystery behind the boy’s serum. He figured her powers would not only be good at keeping everyone in check, especially Barnes, but he also could see the asset behind her meticulous work and planning that was evident in her research papers. Tony, however, for all of his infallible planning never saw the girl getting taken and tainted like the rest of them.

“Yeah, well, I know a guy who could have those out in two seconds,” he finally spit out and turned away, bottling his emotions deep down inside like he was one to do.

“Wheels down in five minutes,” Steve called back from the pilot’s seat and Layne burrowed herself into Bucky more, still keeping a wary eye on her brother. Daniel looked down at his sister and frowned, she would forgive him eventually, she’d have no other choice.

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Staron Questions and Answers

Well I was on Facebook when a friend asked a series of questions and answers from her favorite couple, because I wanted to see how others imagine the couple and I thought it was a good idea. Así que hice una pregunta y respuesta Staron

Who makes the first move and how?: Steve though is shy and something unsafe does because Sharon is not very good with feelings 

who is the most insecure and makes you feel better?: Sharon sometimes is when he feels pressure to go out with Captain America but is quick to pass when he has a date with Steve not with Captain America

Who is the most romantic?: Steve Sharon is not good at those things, but sometimes he tries to mount something just so that Steve feels good to show him that he cares 

he can't keep his hands to himself?: Sharon in the sense that he was going to star fondue, But innocent mimes would be Steve 

who says "I love You" first?: Steve 

What are you doing on a party night?: Sharon teaches Steve how to dance 

What is the most shameful thing they have done in front of others?: Steve ask Sharon to help with the Internet. Sharon sing all lung and make a striper 

what are they hiding from each other?: Sharon's wounds because if she gets hurt and Steve realizes that she is going to worry, scare and have the talk that should leave shield. Steve his worries don't like to seem weak in front of Sharon because he always wants to be your support, not a weight for

What changes first when you start to get serious? That Sharon is more comfortable when Steve takes the hand in front of other people 

when do they realize they should be together?: When Sharon is seriously hurt and Steve realizes that he needs her more than he believes

When you have a cold, what does the other one do?: Steve rarely gets sick thanks to the serum, but he can become very hurt; Sharon can get sick and be hurt (often because when Steve loses the shield or gets stuck she is usually the one who gets the bullets) so they will cancel all the meetings, they spend the whole day  watching TV, asking for food at home and give themselves love

When you look at a movie, what do you choose and why? Who gets the final vote? Sharon chooses all those movies that Steve lost while he was frozen blonde doesn't mind that he does because after all she's the one that wasn't frozen, he knows it's good and not also what you like to watch movies is to be with her

When the zombie apocalypse arrives, how do they manage? Well unfortunately the zombies are fucked with Sharon and Steve in charge of the resistance. While Sharon handles supplies, armaments, communications, rescue tactics and assault with Steve. Steve would make sure that the plans they put in order are executed and perfectly accomplished.

When they find a machine of the time, to where do they go? To the 40 for Sharon's insistence in knowing how it was quite in his time and to meet the thin Steve beyond the books. Also to be able to have in front of the mother of Steve to thank him for giving him the life.

 When they fight, how do they fix them up? Always Steve ends up by lowering the guard, so it is not a fault, because Sharon is not very good at it, but if it is very troublesome Sharon will lower the Guard 

To where do they go in his first appointment? To a restaurant of standard high place, Steve wanted to give a good impression but Sharon did that they were ending in cart of hamburgers because Sharon hates the places like that of elegant since he remembers him when it was living with his parents and they had these dinners or I have lunch where everything was a boring protocol

To where do they go on holidays? The beach. Sharon loves the beach because it can obtain one tanned perfectly and because he is charmed with seeing Sharon as a girl playing Steve with the water and doing any sport 

where do they become nervous for one goes away with other one? When his friends start speaking about weddings 

where the does his first kiss happen? In a mission against baron zemo

Where is his favorite place to be united? Brooklyn Sharon loves the city and to Steve because it was the place where it grew

Why do they fight? Because they risk very much in the missions (Sharon especially) and also for the overprotection (specially of Steve) 

why do they need to have a serious conversation? Because Steve wants to have children and Sharon not because it will have to leave SHIELD or have alone work of office what does not do a lot of illusion to him

Why are they jealous? Steve is very beautiful therefore all the girls try to flirt with him, since Steve is very shy and polite it does not know what to do and ends speaking it to them it does on that Sharon puts jealous to stratospheric levels so much that is capable of not taking it far and ever admits that it was jealous. Steve becomes jealous when Sharon trains new recruits and these he the flirtatious one what this makes feel worse is that Sharon gives them reply sarcastically alone this does that they insist more, alone this does on that Steve puts more jealous so it uses the captain's title to say to them that they should allow laughing and training

Why do your friends get mad at them? By the stubborn attitude

Why do they fall in love a little more? By the way it feels when one is close, because every moment they are together they do things they thought they would never do and make them discover that part they didn't know about themselves becoming more good than they thought they were.

Why does it work (or doesn't work) between them?: They are the complement of the other, when they are together nothing fails, nothing can make you feel sad or if you do the pain happens due to the company, support and compression of the other

Who's the cuddly one?: Steve

Who makes the bed?: Both 

who wakes up first?: Steve definitely, Sharon hates waking up early

Who Cries during the movies?: none Although Sharon left something sad with "your best friend" because it reminded his dog Arthur

Who spends the most when shopping?: Sharon likes to indulge in everything regardless of the cost 

who kisses more abruptly?: Steve apart from having more strength needs more than Bruce to help him have more self-control 

who is more dominant?: Sharon sin Doubt though sometimes let Steve take a little control

Who is more protective?: The two because they know how reckless they are when it comes to fulfilling the mission

Excuse me my bad English please, is that my original language is Spanish

I hope you like it if you want more things like this ask for babies.

I tell them I have account in Wattpad where I have several stories of Marvel, one on ship, fanfic Staron a long story and another a series of fanfic of a single chapter and one on what Robin's will leave the link below

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Chapter 6; Preparing for war

Finally I have some time to post up some more chapters of Bad wolf in Civil War. I’m coming down to the wire with finishing my first semester of college so for anyone who has finals coming up in the next couple weeks I wish you ALL luck, even though I’m not taking exams, I’m still doing papers that count as my finals and THAT takes a LOT out of me so pray for me. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

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“Nice to see you too old man, but shouldn’t you be retired?”

“Yeah I was supposed to be taking the kids water skiing, Laura’s definitely gonna kill me for bailing. But I retire for what five minutes and it all goes to shit”.  

Clint then unlocked my cell and got me out of my chains and my muzzle and helped me up when he took notice of my scarred face, 

“Damn what the hell happened to you kid?”

“I found out the reason why dogs hate cats”.

“Ha so I win the bet right!?”

“You wish. I had that pussy cat pinned and would’ve won had the Man not shot me down”.

“Damn that’s rough, but I still won, you owe me 50 bucks after all this is over”.

“No I don’t”.

“Yes you do”.  The two of us walked out covertly and Clint got me into a large white van and began to drive off.

“Did Steve call you in?”

“In a way yeah, right now I’m taking you to a Helicarrier I’ve got ready for us to get Wan out of her pin”.  As we drove on, I suddenly picked up a scent.  A very familiar scent. 

“Pull over”.

“What?”

“Pull over now!” I demanded as my eyes phased to wolf gold telling him that I was now playing around.  He pulled the truck over and I immediately ran out of it as Clint called out to me.

“(Y/n)! What the hell are you doin!?”

“Go get Mama Bear and meet us back here!” I called out to him.

“Why aren’t you gonna come!? They’ll be looking for you!”

“BECAUSE I KNEW BUCKY BARNES!!” I screamed out as I disappeared into the streets and began tracking Bucky’s scent.

As I was tracking down his scent, I had to be extremely careful because there were cops and choppers everywhere.  I lifted my hoodie over my head and put on dark sunglasses to hide my face and I kept my head lowered to the ground. Suddenly I found the trace of Bucky’s scent. 

I soon arrived at an old warehouse and quietly entered through an open window in the back.  I walked along the warehouse silently and I began to hear Steve’s voice say.

“Dead—the bombing, the setup, the doctor did all of that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than “I don’t know””.

“He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept, he wanted to know exactly where”. I heard Bucky’s voice say.

“Why would he need to know that?”

“Because he’s not the only Winter Soldier”. I said as I came out from behind the door.  I removed my hood and took off my glasses and stared at the three men before me. 

“(Y/n) what the hell are you doing here? You could’ve been seen!” Steve said furiously.

“Yeah well I wasn’t spotted, I know how to blend in well, plus I needed to see him,” I gestured to Bucky.  

I walked up towards Bucky and said to him as I released his metal arm from the vice that was holding him in place, 

“About 9 years ago you were sent on a mission in Siberia but as you were coming back you were attacked by a pack of rapid wolves. You were severely injured and was about to be killed by their Alpha until a larger wolf came in and saved you. Do you remember that night?”

“How do you know that?” He asked me.

“Because I was that wolf that saved you. That’s why you looked at me with such familiarity when you saw me in my wolf form. Am I wrong?” Bucky softly chuckled and said.

“No, you’re not. God who would’ve thought Bad Wolf was really a kid underneath”.

“Not to add salt to the wound of your ego but I was only nine years old when I saved you”.  The two of us chuckled softly but then Sam had to ruin the moment.

“Hate to impose on whatever’s going on here, but what did you mean that he wasn’t the only Winter Soldier She-wolf?”

“He’s right. Who were they?” Steve said.

“Their most elite death squad, more kills than anyone in Hydra history and that was before the serum”. Bucky explained.

“They all turn out like you?” asked Sam.

“Worse” Bucky stated plain and simple.

“The doctor, could he control them?” Steve questioned.

“Enough” Bucky answered his friend.

“Said he wanted to see an empire fall” Steve said.

“With these guys, he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize—”.

“Basically they could take down a whole country in one night you’d never see them coming” I finished for Bucky.  Sam then walked up to Steve and the two of them began talking while Bucky and I remained sitting together.  I turned to him and I said. “You know you could’ve left me there to bleed to death but you stayed. I never got to say this because I couldn’t speak but—thank you, Bucky Barnes”. I allowed a tear to fall down my face and I felt a rough but smooth human hand cup my cheek wiping the tear away.

“I should really be the one thanking you. Had you not broke free of your prison, I wouldn’t be here today and find how who I really was instead of what Hydra made me to be”.  I smiled and took his hand and nuzzled into it. 

For the first time I had finally found someone who was just like me.  Long before I even knew Pietro and Wanda I did for a short time have Bucky in my life. Secretive and silent at the time but his actions spoke way louder than any words of comfort that both the twins had given me after my time with HYDRA.

“We need to move”. Steve said and soon all four of us were piled into a very small blue buggy and we soon took off with Steve as the driver, Sam in the front seat and Bucky and I were in the back. 

We drove for hours in the small buggy until we reached underneath a bridge where another car was parked.  

As Steve stopped the car and got out, I took notice that Sharon Carter got out of the driver’s seat of the other car and she walked towards the trunk of her car as she and Steve began to talk to each other.

“Can you move your seat up?” asked Bucky.

“No” Sam stated sternly.

“Come on Birdbrain lay off” I stated.  Bucky then scooted over slightly towards me but tried to give me enough room.  It was then I saw Steve and Sharon share a kiss.

Okay now I’m all in up for Steve trying to score a date here but it felt kinda wrong that he was kissing his ex-girlfriend’s niece and Peggy had only been gone for barely a day.  But when I turned I saw Sam and Bucky smiling and grinning like fools at Steve’s kiss while Steve just stared at them. 

Once we had gotten our weapons and outfits, Steve drove us to the airport where I saw the same white truck Clint had picked me up at parked underneath one of the parking garages.  Steve stopped the car and finally I was able to get out of the small buggy and stretch out my legs.

It was then I saw Wanda get out of the front seat along with Clint.  I rushed up to Wanda and when she saw me we hugged each other tightly.

“Oh Mama Bear I’m so sorry I didn’t come back but I had just found out about—”

“Shhh, shh I know, Clint told me.” We separated and just like a real Mama Bear, she gasped as she saw my face and said, “Wolfie, what happened to your face? Who did this to you?”

“One mean putty cat I’ll just say that, I got it defending him but it was totally worth it” I said gesturing to Bucky who remained by the buggy. 

“Thanks for having my back” Steve said to Wanda. She shrugged and said.

“It was time to get off my ass, plus someone hurt my Wolfie, I won’t take that lying down”. She wrapped an arm around me and leaned her head against mine and kissed my temple.

“How about our other recruit?” Steve said to Clint.

“He’s rarin’ to go, had to put a little coffee in him—but he should be good” as Clint opened the door it revealed a man known as Scott Lang.

Apparently last year while at the Avengers facility, Sam had a run-in with someone who was able to shrink himself to the size of an insect on a dime and manage to bring him down by destroying his wings from the inside.  When Sam went to investigate who it was, it turned out that this man was known as Ant-Man or as the public knows him as Scott Lang.

“What time zone is this?” asked Scott as he hopped out of the van.  Clint only gestured for him to get out and when he saw Steve he was flabbergasted. “Captain America”.

“Mr. Lang”.

“It’s an honor. I’m shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America, I know you too you’re great! With the—” he began to fanboy at all of us.  First he mimicked one of Wanda’s poses which made her smile then he turned to me and said, “Oh wow! And you’re that She-wolf girl. You’re awesome too! Beautiful wolf form too!” That made me smile knowing that he at least had an appreciation for wolves.

Scott continued to fanboy as he just marveled at Steve and tapped his shoulders feeling his muscles before saying.

“Jeez, ahh, look I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people so…thanks for thinking of me. Hey man!” He then stated to Sam.

“What’s up tic-tac?” Sam stated bluntly still kinda being a sore loser about how he got his butt kicked by a small little guy.

“Uhh good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I—”

“It was a great audition but it’ll—it’ll never happen again” Sam scoffed out.

“They tell you what we’re up against?” Steve asked him.  Scott’s attention went back to Steve as he said.

“Something about some psycho-assassins?”

“We’re outside the law on this one, so if you come with us you’re a wanted man”.

“Yeah well what else is new?” Scott asked like it wasn’t his first rodeo of being an outlaw.

“We should get moving” Bucky stated.

“We got a chopper lined up” said Clint. Suddenly the alarms started buzzing and a German announcement came over the PA. 

“They’re evacuating the airport” stated Bucky.

“Stark” said Sam.

“Stark?” Scott asked in shock.

“Suit up” commanded Steve.

As we all got prepared in our suits, I saw Bucky sitting down like an outcast while the rest of the team was talking about the plan of attack.  I tilted my head and walked up towards Bucky and sat down beside him.

“You don’t have to do this, I know you must’ve missed her for the past couple of days”.

“I know, but I don’t want you to be alone”. I said.  I then took a bit leap and placed my head on his metal arm. He tensed up but then relaxed and he even wrapped his metal arm around my head and stroked my hair.

“So she calls you Wolfie?” I snorted out a chuckle and said.

“Oh god I knew that nickname would come and bite me in the ass someday”.

“No, no it’s cute. It suits you, did she come up with it?”

“No I came up with Mama Bear for her, it was—” I paused and looked down sadly thinking about Pietro.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, no it’s fine. It’s just—it was her twin brother who came up with Wolfie. We lost him a year ago, but—now’s really not the time to talk about it”. He nodded in understandment then to get the mood back up again I continued, “But I do think it’s only fair that I get to give you a nickname too since you now know mine”.

“Oh really?”

“Really”. I smiled then I began to think on what I should call him, hell maybe fitting in with the bear theme I said “how about Bucky-bear?” And for probably the first time, Bucky let out an actual heart-filled laugh.

“Alright Wolfie, Bucky-bear it is”. As the two of us just sat there and chatted with each other, we were both unaware of Wanda and Clint staring at us.

“Seems she’s finally found herself a new man”. Said Clint.

“Indeed, but she’s not in love with him in that way”. Wanda stated.

“You worried?”

“No. Barnes is the only real person who seems to understand Wolfie, far better than Pietro and I ever did, unlike us she didn’t go to Hydra, Hydra found her and killed her family right before her at the prime of her youth. Twisted her and tortured her until she became the beast they wanted. Just like they did to Bucky when they first found him after he fell from the train. The two of them belong together, they draw strength from each other, just like Pietro and I did after we lost our parents”. Clint placed his hand on Wanda’s shoulder and said.

“He’d be proud of both of you”. Wanda softly smiled and it was at that moment Steve told us to get into position. 

[aspiratixxn]

Flowers on the grave of memories (3/?)

Summary: What it’s like to come back. Or try to anyways. 

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, torture, mentions of death, brainwashing.

Word Count: 1840

Notes: I totally forgot the events of Civil War so I had to rewatch it haha. Guess who doesn’t know what word counts are aha. Continuation from @nacho-bucky‘s writing challenge. Thanks for being patient with me! 

Find Part 1 [here] | Part 2 [here]

New York is really fucking hot during the summer. It’s hot and humid and absolutely disgusting but the winter soldier has fared far worse. Though if anyone asks, he definitely prefers the cold to this awful heat. He’s found a little hole in the wall apartment and through some sneaking around with a fake, he’s managed to put himself down for a lease. Don’t ask where his money comes from, he’ll just cryptically smile and wave you off.

He’s selecting plums, quietly chatting with the farmer when shit hits the fan. The TV blows up with a breaking news report, about a bombing. Normally that wouldn’t even phase him, not with all the bombs they drop on everyone ever in the middle east. But this one catches his attention when they show a flash of his face. His face, which looks hard and vicious and remorseless. Winter’s eyes widen and he’s gone before the farmer even turns back.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit. He’s running, slipping through the crowd with practiced ease. That wasn’t him, it wasn’t him! Every little whisper worms its way into his ear as he bursts into his apartment, grabbing his escape back and wrenching open a window. The distance to the next building is a little long but nothing he can’t handle. Of course that’s the fucking moment that mister America himself comes bursting in, tailed by at least two dozen feds. Winter’s not an idiot, it’s much easier to just run than fight at this point. But obviously things don’t always go to plan.

American man proves to be a suitable fighter once more, which makes it easier for Winter to burn through the Kevlar encased men. But the downside is that he’s not being allowed to just take people out, both by American man and the annoying little sludge in his head, which has receded to only covering the room instead of filling it. There’s longing in it, when it whispers don’t. Don’t kill anymore, you don’t have to.

Don’t have to? The blood drips from his fingers like water. Don’t have to, what a joke.

Whatever, that’s not his fucking problem right now. He darts and dashes, finally making it to another roof top. Even if it does cost him a bit of his ankle’s mobility. It should be straightforward from here but he barely notices the shadow lurking before it tackles him to the ground. He grunts but is scrambling to get up and run because whoever’s chasing him as the reflexes of a fucking cat. Are those ears on his goddamn head? Fuck whatever.

The chase itself is pretty much straight out of a Hollywood movie. Winter manages to pull a sick move when he steals a motorcycle but way too soon (or perhaps not soon enough given the ruckus behind him), all of them have been cornered by the local police of all people. And War Machine but that’s. Irrelevant, really.

What is relevant is being strapped to a fucking chair and being made to talk to a shrink. Like any average shrink would understand. The conscious in the sludge is inclined to agree. After all, who else understands being out of place and out of time? Who else understands being stripped to the nerves and being molded like putty, being frozen and unfrozen repeatedly, having blood dye your very being? Maybe someone does understand that part. But a government shrink? Doubtful.

Except it’s not a shrink that enters the room. Winter’s eyes widen. Fuck aren’t there cameras for this kind of thing? Shouldn’t someone be watching? If he was feeling caged before, he definitely feels it now. He strains against his bonds but these are much tougher than your average run of the mill leather metal straps. Zemo circles like a vulture, licking his lips and whispering the words with reverence that is undeserved.

“Longing.”

His heart thuds. Longing, for blood they had said. Longing for the rush of a kill, for the terror painting his mark’s faces as they die. Longing, the sludge conscious whispers, for home. For him. For the warmth of the sun and the sticky sweet ice cream dripping down your chin. You long to be free again.

“Rusted.”

Blood rust, machine rust, the iron smell invades his nose and he grips the arms of the chair, squeezing his eyes shut. No, no don’t fall for it! Rust like the old garages we used to explore. Rusted like the machines we’d take down together. Rust like the shade of the sun set you’d watch after a mission with him.

“Seventeen.”

A memory surfaces and is torn to shred before he can watch it. Seventeenth birthday, where you-

“Daybreak.”

The time for creatures of the night to go back into hiding. Creatures like him, the winter soldier, trained in the cover of darkness with only the cold twinkling of the stars as company. No, you’re not alone! But the black sludge is being forced back, revealing the all too familiar bright white again. The file cabinets uncover slowly, pristine as ever somehow. The words are getting muddled. The light --- dawn ---- breakfast ----- cranky ---- watch ----

“Furnace.”

It burns, the pain, the cold, it burns through him and he clenches his hands so hard that the arm rest shatters to pieces. He must be baying like a wounded animal right now, but it all feels very far away. He’s being placed in the bright white sterile room again, that burns his eyes, his hands, his chest. No – warm --- winter ---- cuddle ----- orange ----- favorite color ----- hold his han---

“Nine.”

Nine recruits. Nine targets. Nine tests. Nine nein nine nein nine. No! No ---- please ---- you’re not -----

“Benign.”

Blend in, keep your eyes peeled, don’t raise suspicion. Everything must be carried out silently, secretly. Don’t pose a blatant threat. Not ----- threat ---- you -----

“Homecoming.”

Return to us, our greatest creation. Return to your roots, remember who you are. Home ---- Ste --- Please ----

“One.”

It’s only the mission, nothing else matters. One shot. Ple----

“Freight Car.”

The weight of control slams into him and he stops convulsing in his chair, breathing deeply. The room is clean, the sludge once again contained only in a corner. When his eyes open, he is once more the very machine they programmed him to be. He moves mechanically, even as he tears through bindings and concrete and flesh. The flesh that feels so warm under his hands, so invitingly warm. It tears like tissue paper and the ooze of blood is oh so warm and it’s so freeing, to be like this. To tear without worries or cares.

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Winter is confronted and captured once more by the American man, who he’s learned is named Steve. But as soon as that knowledge comes, he’s submerged in darkness again, except this time it’s much like a pool and he’s sinking to the bottom. As much as he tries to scrabble up, he can’t. He can’t reach the surface, where his eyes watch but do not see. They’re not his anymore. Not anymore.

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Bucky Barnes bursts through to the world and gasps for air, gasps for the tastes of the world on his tongue. He gets his first taste in the backseat of an unsuspecting car, squished by the passenger seat. He grumbles about it but puts up with it if only to help Steve, who is chatting with a really pretty blonde. Sharon Carter, his ears hear. Carter, like Peggy. No wonder Steve looks at her so tenderly, she matches the spirit and fierce face of Peggy. Bucky feels his heart burn a bit but he tries to push it aside. Except that moment of weakness is exactly when Winter bursts out the seams again, wrapping his arm around Bucky’s neck and dragging him back down.

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Who is he? Is he James Buchanan Barnes, sergeant of the 107th who fell from a cliff, who drank liquor in the 1940’s and loved? Is he Winter Soldier, mechanically enhanced super soldier who thinks of only the mission and dismisses the dripping wet that permanently stains his hands? Bucky who holds loyalty like a treasure, loves like a flame flickers? Winter who touches everything with a carved dagger, revels in bloodshed? Who is he? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that his body weighs heavily, and that he will fight. For Steve, against Steve, always Steve.

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It takes him a second to recognize that he nearly punched a twelve year old dressed in bright red and blue pajamas. It takes him another to recognize that the twelve year old stopped his fucking fist. His metal fist, which dents steel and bone with ease, and it was stopped by a child. Maybe he’s losing his touch a bit here. He’s running for a lot of the fight after, throwing some punches but mostly running. The chaos becomes background noise and he sprints, sprints towards the one thing that will make this right. He’s not at fault, not this time, and he has to prove it. He needs to. There’s a bit of a scruff in the plan when miss Russian spy herself confronts them and although they’re both enhanced soldiers, he wouldn’t bet against her for these things. Apparently Steve knows her a lot better than he gave credit for though, and she lets them pass.

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For everything that’s happened, it feels strangely detaching when the truth is revealed. Iron man’s voice is low, almost sticky with grief. Did you know. He watches as Steve holds his silence, lip curling in pain. “Yes.” 

Winter has seen that look. Grief, compounded with betrayal. Stark’s mask is on before long and he’s blasting the white beams, and they don’t have time to talk anymore. He loses an arm, but it is not Winter who deals the last blow, instead being thrust aside as Steve pounds his shield again and again into the core of the suit. Lodges it there and takes off running. Sprinting away.

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Steve only calls for a pause when they’re far enough away that the radars can’t catch them anymore. They collapse next to each other, breathing harsh. Steve’s talking, something about breaking someone out, but all Winter, Bucky, can think about is that they’re together again. Together.

And he chooses, by his own will, to leave. He requests asylum and is granted it, generously by the Wakandan king. He apologizes, for everything he’s done. Although T’Challa dismisses it with a wave, the guilt that settles in his stomach is heavy. He chooses to go back into cryofreeze, knowing that he will be away perhaps when Steve needs him most. But it feels like the first real decision he’s made for himself in a very long time and even if he’s being caged again, it’s freeing. He knows that Steve can see it too, with the soft cracked smile he has as he says goodbye to his best friend, his Bucky, again.

[letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked]

Crazy

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: The song is Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’. I sang this at a karaoke bar, recently, and it’s been stuck in my head… so I figured this would be the song I would use for this fic... Hope you like it! ALSO I do the same thing as her... I totally stress bake LOL

Y/N = Your name. Y/M/N = Your middle name.

Not really a song-fic, just includes the song for the plot… unless that still counts… I DON’T KNOW!!

Warnings: She swears, a lot…? Fighting, blood, etc.

Word count: 3,340ish... oops.

 Masterlist

Finally, some peace and quiet, I thought to myself, sitting in the empty Cryo lab that held the frozen Winter Soldier.

Things had been hectic in the last couple years. My sister, Sharon, had recruited me to sit in Wakanda with her “we don’t talk about what we are, but we are” boyfriend, Captain-fucking-America, and I was less than pleased. Before all of this, I was a 23 year old who was just starting training to become a SHIELD agent. Then, things went to shit. S.H.I.E.L.D disbanded, and I was forced to lay low, because I was another Carter associated with them. My sister had joined the CIA as a cover, and I was stuck trying to figure out what else I wanted to do with my life.

I had just started classes at a community college when the Sokovian Accords caused a Civil War. Sharon had made me go into hiding, because she was worried that I was going to get hurt. As if I didn’t know how to defend myself. Then she had to go and get herself fucking involved. She had decided it would be a great idea to help Steve, who was a fucking fugitive at the time. When that shit was over, she sent me to Wakanda to be protected with King T’Challa.

So, here I was, two years later. Sitting in the lab, again, doing online college work under an alias, with my headphones in, trying not to let the frozen soldier freak me out.

“Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue. I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted, and then someday you'd leave me for somebody new.”

Singing along with the beautiful voice of Patsy Cline for the hundredth time, I tapped my pen, trying to mentally prepare myself for my upcoming paper due.

“Worry, why do I let myself worry? Wondering what in the world did I do? Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you. I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you. Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you. I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.”

I stared at the wall of windows, deciding that procrastination was my best bet, since I couldn’t focus. I hit repeat on my phone, singing the song again. Halfway through, I felt someone tap my shoulder and jumped, ripping my headphones out, “Jesus Christ!”

It was Steve. “What are you doing in here?”

I rolled my eyes, “It’s the only place that is quiet enough for me to do homework. Everywhere else, I feel like I am under constant surveillance.”

He smirked, “It looks more like you are singing and daydreaming, rather than doing homework.”

“What, you don’t like my singing?” I gasped, hand on my chest, feigning hurt, “And I wanted to try out for one of those TV shows. You crushed my dream, Cap. Crushed it.”

This time he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his broad chest, “You know I like your singing. I just think you should do your homework. Education is important.” He stopped his lecture, grinning, “Somewhere else, though, because guess what?”

I raised an eyebrow, “What? Is Sharon coming? That’s usually the only reason you get that pearly white smile.” I wouldn’t mind seeing my sister…

“Nope.” He crossed his arms, proudly, “Today is the day that Bucky gets out of Cryo.”

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Bucky had a difficult time coming out of Cryo. He came out abruptly in Winter Solder mode, and ended up tossing Steve through the wall of windows. I was walking in the hallway when he busted out of the lab, in attack mode. I had immediately defended myself - since he decided walking with just a coffee in my hand was threatening - but his strength was too much for my mediocre training. That was, until I yelled, “Bucky, goddammit, snap out of it.” He hesitated. I had my legs wrapped around his upper arm, with his hand around my throat, but he stopped squeezing, a look of confusion on his face. In his moment of hesitation, they shot him with a tranquilizer, and he collapsed on top of me. Thank god I was flexible, because that was uncomfortable.

That was three months ago. I never told Steve that he hesitated. Bucky didn’t remember attacking me, nor did he even know who I was. Didn’t matter. I had very little contact with him, anyways, because Sharon ripped Steve a new one about Bucky trying to choke me out. I had to remind her that I had been in training with S.H.I.E.L.D before it collapsed, I was a fucking adult, and a Carter who could take care of her goddamned self.

Bucky’s room was down the hall from mine, but I barely saw him. I barely saw Steve, anymore, either. We used to eat dinner together, unless he was on a mission – but he was nowhere to be found, anymore. I had sort of relied on those dinners for human interaction, because I really didn’t know anyone in this compound. He had stood me up on at least six pre-planned dinner dates, and I was starting to get really lonely. I wasn’t allowed to leave, I wasn’t allowed to communicate with any of my old friends or go on social media, and I wasn’t allowed to call anybody. Sharon was too worried that I would be traced to Wakanda and they would find Steve. The only interactions I had were on some discussions for my online classes, and that was school topics.

One of the things that I always did when I felt lonely was bake stuff. Baking calmed me down. I spent an entire day in the kitchen. I made muffins, pies, cakes, cookies, scones, and even tried making Divinity. I was bored out of my fucking mind. It was about 9 O’clock at night before a single person walked into the kitchen, and it was Bucky Barnes.

I didn’t notice him at first, because I was bent behind the counter, looking in the window of the oven, checking on some cookies. Until I heard someone humming a familiar tune. I turned around and saw him sitting at the kitchen table with a book in his hand, munching on one of the muffins that had been on the counter. “Oh, hey, Bucky!” I said cheerfully.

He jumped, knees hitting the table, whipping his head over to where I was standing. I laughed, “Did I scare you?”

He nodded, “I didn’t think anyone was in here.” He took another bite of the muffin, “You made all these?”

I glanced at the counter, “Yeah, I went a little overboard. I had nothing better to do, today, and decided to make some sweets.”

He smirked, raising an eyebrow, “Some?”

I shrugged, turning around to take the cookies out of the oven and add the next batch. “It was either this, or continue working on my paper.” I moved the cookies to the cooling rack, “I’m procrastinating.”

He grabbed another muffin from the over-flowing counter, “Education is important.” Sitting back down, he grabbed his book, again, “From what I gather, education has gotten better over the years. You should utilize that.”

“Jesus, you sound like Steve. He gives me that lecture all the time.” I rolled my eyes, “If it isn’t education, it’s my health. He lectures me about making and eating all of these sweets, then secretly eats half of them.”

“I do not.” Speak of the Devil. “You’re the one who eats all of the sweets you make. You’re lucky you have the metabolism of a humming bird.” Steve grabs a cookie and sits across from Bucky, giving him a small smile before taking a bit of the cookie.

“Oh, my God. He is alive.” I say, crossing my arms over my flour covered tee shirt, “Captain A-fucking-merica finally has time to grace me with his presence.” I raised an eyebrow in annoyance, “Six cancelled dinner dates makes a girl very unhappy, you know. Thankfully, I’m not your girlfriend or this would have been one violent conversation. You’re lucky I don’t call your girlfriend and tell her that you have been neglecting her poor little sister to the point of stress-baking.”

“That might be my fault.” Bucky cut-in, soft blue eyes filled with guilt, “I’m sorry.”

I smiled sweetly at him, “Oh, Honey, don’t apologize. You aren’t the one who cancelled six dinner dates.” I glared at Steve, “Well? Anything to add?”

The giant shit-head was smirking at me, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed me.”

I narrowed my eyes, “I don’t miss you.” Yes, I do. “I just hate being stood up. Makes a girl feel unwanted.”

He frowned, standing up and walking over to me, “I’m sorry I neglected you, and made you feel unwanted.” He wrapped me in his giant arms, but I refused to hug him back. He looked down at me, “You really aren’t going to hug me back? Do I need to grovel?”

“Yes.” I pouted, even though I had already forgiven him.

“Fine.” He sighed, hugging me again, but picking me up this time, “Y/N Y/M/N Carter, I am so sorry for being a terrible best friend, and standing you up for our amazing dinner dates. Can you ever find it in your loving heart to forgive me? Please?”

I squealed, “If you put me down, consider yourself forgiven!” Jesus Christ he was suffocating me!

He laughed, putting me down and sitting back at the table. Bucky was chuckling, eyes back on his book. The kitchen was quiet, again, as Steve read a newspaper and Bucky read his book.

I finished baking after about an hour and started packing everything into Tupperware, when I heard Bucky humming that song, again. It sounded familiar. I couldn’t place it, though. “Hey, Bucky, what are you humming?”

He looked up, embarrassed that he had been caught humming, “Uh… I don’t actually know. It’s just stuck in my head.” His eyes went back to his book. “Sorry. I won’t hum anymore,” He said, quietly.

I walked over to him, handing him a cookie that wouldn’t fit in the Tupperware, “I don’t mind your humming. It’s relaxing.” Walking back over to put the last piece of Tupperware in the pantry, “I’m going to go to bed. Night, boys.”

“Night, Y/N.” Steve said, eyes still on his paper.

“Night.” Bucky said, still quiet.

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               I woke up to a man screaming. It was an agonized scream, and made my heart pound. Jumping out of bed in a panic, I ran down the hallway and followed the screams to Bucky’s room. The screaming had abruptly stopped when I reached the door, and I threw it open, flipping the light on. Bucky was crouched next to his bed, breathing heavy.

               “Bucky?” I called softly from the doorway, “Are you okay?”

               His head snapped up, and I realized that I was not looking at Bucky. I was looking at The Winter Soldier. His eyes were the same hard blue that I had seen the first time he was out of Cryo, not the soft blue ones that I had seen earlier that evening. His eyes flicked around the room, calculating, before they landed back on me, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

               My heart rate picked up, and I tried to appear as non-threatening as possible. I probably shouldn’t call him Bucky, again. He might attack me. “It’s Y/N. I live down the hallway. I was worried when I heard yelling, that’s all.” I tried to keep my breathing even, looking as small as possible, but ready to defend myself if he attacked.

               His eyes narrowed, but they appeared a little confused. He stomped over to me quickly, pulling me into the room and slamming the door shut. “Why do I know you? Who are you really?” He shoved me roughly against the wall – cold, metal hand pinning me by the neck – his eyes scanned me for weapons.

               I kept my hands at my sides, trying not to move as I felt the panic shoot through my veins. Where the fuck is Steve? “I live here. I am just a neighbor who heard you yelling and came to check on you, nothing more.” Don’t look at him. Don’t look threatening. “Are you okay?”

               “Why do you keep asking me that?” He growled, hand tightening a little. I panicked a little bit and brought my hands up to his wrist, but didn’t squeeze. “Why do I know your voice?”

               My voice? I looked up at his eyes, confused, “What?”

               He threw me onto the floor, my head hitting the bed frame. I yelped, crumpling into a heap as black spots danced across my vision. I felt something trickle down my face. Shit. I was bleeding from a gash on my head, hot pulses coming from that spot down my head. “Bucky, please!”

               “Who the hell is Bucky?” He yelled, pinning me to the floor. Both of his hands were around my neck, squeezing hard enough that I couldn’t catch my breath. I grabbed his wrists with my hands, pulling my legs up to knee him between the legs as hard as I could. His grip loosened, and I wriggled and thrashed my way out from under him, choking on my breath as I scooted myself back. I tried to yell for Steve, but he was advancing on me, again. Using the momentum from his tackle to roll us so I was on top, I tried punching him in the face. His flesh hand came up and blocked the hit, and I used the distraction to bring the heel of my other hand to his nose. He swore, grabbing my ankle as I tried to crawl away, but I cried, “Bucky, goddammit, snap out of it!”

He froze, eyebrows pulling together, and I used that opportunity to kick him in the face, stunning him. I backed up to the other wall as he sat there - with a bloody nose - looking at his hands, confused. I took that opportunity to bring my hand to my pounding head, hand coming away sticky. My breath was coming out in pants, but I was able to talk to him calmly, “Your name is James Buchannan Barnes. Your friends call you ‘Bucky’. My name is Y/N Carter, and I live down the hall from you. I do not intend to harm you, okay? Please stop attacking me!” It came out as more of a croak, but it was calm enough.

He looked up, hair in his face and eyes shining, “Y/n? What happened? Did I… I hurt you?” Tears fell from his eyes, and he backed up to the bed, hand slipping in a few droplets of my blood from my head. “I’m so sorry.” He brought his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and rocking back and forth. He kept whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again, as the tears dripped down his face.

I crawled over to him slowly, trying not to scare him. I pulled myself up to my knees next to him, placing my hand on his knee, gently. “It’s not your fault, Bucky.” Leaning towards him, I wiped the tears from his face, “It’s not your fault.” I brushed his dark hair out of his face, saying it again. He grabbed my hand, gently pulling me towards him and wrapping his arms around my waist. I shifted so I was straddling his thighs, and his head was buried in the groove between my shoulder and neck. His tears were sliding down the skin on my chest and I realized how little I really was wearing, with my boy-short underwear and tank top. I paid no mind, though, as he kept his arms tightly wrapped around my middle and continued to cry into my shoulder. I brushed one hand through his hair, the other along his back, and did what my sister used to do for me when I was upset: sing.

“Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue. I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted, and then someday you'd leave me for somebody new.” Patsy Cline’s Crazy was the first song to pop into my head. He visibly relaxed as I continued to sing quietly, still running my fingers through his hair and along his back. His arms were still tight, but he was no longer crying. He just needed some gentle human contact. When the song was finished, I pulled back, cupping his face in my hands, “Are you okay?”

His red rimmed eyes didn’t meet mine, but he nodded. We sat like that for a moment before he looked up at my head, “We should clean that up.”

“There is a first aid kit under all of the sinks,” I said, pulling myself up and holding out my hand, “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” I pulled him into his bathroom and dug under the sink for the first aid kit, motioning for him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. “Let me check out your nose, then you can clean my face.”

When we were both cleaned up, I gave him a moment alone in his bathroom, cleaned the blood off the floor, and fixed his bed. Then, I ran to my room to grab my phone and put on some pajama pants. He was just walking out of the bathroom as I walked into his room, again. I smiled at him, “I’m not leaving you alone, so get comfy.”

He shook his head, “I don’t want to have another nightmare and hurt you, again.”

I held up my phone, “If it makes you feel better, Steve is on speed dial. I will call him if it happens, again.”

He nodded, too tired to fight me on it. He got into his bed, and I shut the light off. The glow from the window lit up the room enough for me to navigate to his bed, setting my phone on the night stand and slipping under the covers. I shifted so I was facing him, “If you want to talk about it, you can. Otherwise, goodnight, Bucky.” As I closed my eyes, I felt him shift closer to me, reaching out and pulling us together. My back against his front.

               He was silent for a moment, arms around my middle again, and head resting between my shoulder blades. Then, he murmured, “That song you were singing… that’s the one I was humming. It’s been stuck in my head since I woke up.”

               I frowned, “When you were in Cryo, I used to do my homework in the lab, but I would usually sing and procrastinate, instead.” I ran my fingers gently along his arm, “I sang that song over and over again for months. I wonder if you heard me.”

He shrugged, “It calms me down. I hum it when I start to feel too stressed or anxious.”

I clasped my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, “Well, if you want me to sing it to you, all you have to do is ask. Anytime, anywhere.”

“Will you sing it, now?” He asked, voice strained with exhaustion.

“Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue. I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted, and then someday you'd leave me for somebody new. Worry, why do I let myself worry? Wondering what in the world did I do? Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you. I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you. Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you. I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.”

The end.

[winter-is-ending]

The detailed headcanon meme?? ALL OF THEM

Of course you would make me do this... God I hate you.

What does their bedroom look like?

I’ve never thought of these before, I probably won’t go into full detail on each room but some basics. Maybe one day I’ll post pictures to give ideas.

Tracey: it’s pretty clean. She and Bucky keep it clean compared to her work area which is a mess with files and other things for the team with the occasional misplaced paintbrush.

Barry: clean (only because of Darcy) and has a stack of movies and video games in the corner next to his game system at the TV.

Do they have any daily rituals?

Besides work and missions they just do their own thing.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

Every day. There’s a gym in the tower and compound so they use that to their advantage. Tracey likes to take the dogs for a walk in Central Park; Wanda Sharon or Bucky sometime joins Barry does his own thing.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

They both have their own floors in the tower so they’d just make dinner in their own kitchens, but the compound has probably at least two kitchens (maybe I’m making this stuff up), probably one for the team and another for the recruits that we see at the end of AOU. But I think they’d just try and find room to make their own dinner or just wait.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Tracey: Clean around house/floor/room/wherever she lives, but her desk is a slight mess.

Barry: Clean with the occasional mess here and there.

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Barry eats a good bit during the day and Tracey eats regular meals with snacks here and there.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Tracey: Painting or reading

Barry: Video games or movies

Their thoughts on wasting time is they either hate it because it’s honestly wasting time they could be working or they are really happy because it’s actually free time from work.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Tracey: She loves to snack on either something salty or something sweet. Some days it’s pretzels with peanut butter and other days it’s chips.

Barry: He loves to keep his mind going. He either

Makeup?

Tracey varies on makeup and it depends on the occasion. She can go from no makeup to light makeup on a casual day or full face of makeup for parties or something.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

None that I can think of.

Intellectual pursuits?

I guess to challenge themselves at small things every now and then? I’ve never thought about it.

Favorite book genre?

Tracey: Fantasy and romance

Barry: Scifi and mystery

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Both are straight and they support any sexual orientation.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Tracey has a scar from where Bucky stabbed her in the abdomen, but that’s it. Probably going to get one on her leg from where he shot her too.

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Get their to do lists of the week done without being stopped by missions/work.

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

I guess have a family for both really. Tracey has always wanted to be featured in an art gallery though.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

They wear just whatever they like and are comfortable in. I think Barry is more of jeans and shirt kind of guy, but Tracey likes to look cute/fashionable every now and then.

Favorite beverage?

Tracey: Any kind of tea

Barry: Soda

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Depending on what’s going on in their lives. Tracey might be thinking of a new project to work on whether it’s with her computer or a painting or if Bucky is out on a mission (or in this current case missing) she thinks and worries about him. Barry if he has a mission the next day keeps going over the details and plans in his head or if he is out on a mission he thinks of his family.

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

None.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

I’m not sure if we are talking sexually or not.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Tracey: Draw

Barry: Doodle

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Tracey can be organized. She makes sure to clean up any messes she makes while cooking or something else and she makes sure the house/floor/room/whatever is clean. But when it comes to her “art studio” (which is actually just a spare room) it’s messy and then there’s her desk where she works on her computer. It’s like a organized chaos.

Barry is pretty clean, but if he’s in a hurry he will be pretty messy.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

Tracey: Art and computer science. With a bit of literature.

Barry: Math, science and history.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Back together with the entire team and happy. Possibly (hopefully) with families.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

Tracey is looking for Bucky and depending on his mental state and how long it might take to recover him she will wait to marry him.

Barry plans to propose to Darcy soon.

What is their biggest regret?

What happened during Civil War.

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Tracey: It’s a tie with Wanda, Sharon and Nat. Best guy friends would be Sam and Steve.

Barry: Clint.

Worst enemies: All the villains they fight?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

They usually have a game plan, but they’d be a little shocked. Barry would be a little more calm than Tracey though.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

They’d be devastated and a little closed off at first.

Most prized possession?

Tracey: Bucky’s dog tags.

Barry: A keychain his dad got him from Germany before he died.

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Understandable if it has meaning.

Concept of home and family?

They want to live a somewhat normal life with a family despite their jobs and who they are.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

They like to keep their privacy to an extent. Being a part of the Avengers means tabloids will want interviews or write some scandal on them. Paparazzi will follow them. But when it comes to their friends/family/team they might share some stuff depending on what that stuff is.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Basically anything that is their hobbies or a way anyone wastes time on a day off. The team sometimes has movie nights when everyone isn’t out on a mission or have competitions in sports or games/video games.

What makes them feel guilty?

Depends on the situation like if they feel it’s their fault or something of that nature. Civil War for sure because they end up fighting each other and their friends/family.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Barry: Analytical

Tracey: Emotional

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

I guess they are a bit of both. Barry’s definitely competitive with the guys and Tracey isn’t as much, but she gets competitive with Barry but they are twins so that’s a given after growing up together.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Napping, small snack and maybe doing something that they find relaxing like reading, painting, watching Netflix. Something that just lets them be in their own world for a bit.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

Neither. But I guess Tracey had an inferiority-complex when she first joined the team since she couldn’t fight or anything besides hacking.

How misanthropic are they?

Not really. I mean they both have their thoughts on some issues and people.

Hobbies?

Tracey: Painting and reading

Barry: Video games

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Tracey: Completed college, got her bachelors in computer science with a minor in art (shocker)

Barry: Finished college but was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. by his senior year. so my headcanon is that S.H.I.E.L.D. has some sort of school course or something for those who didn’t complete college or were recruited at a young age. Or something.

Religion?

I’ve never thought about it for them. I’m Catholic so I guess they’d be Catholic? I never really put religion into any of my characters. I might mention going to church in future chapters or stories with them, but not in full detail or anything.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

None

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Both depending on what the situation is.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Tracey: Bucky

Barry: Darcy

How do they express love?

Dinner, gifts, small things here and there. I’m too tired to give full descriptions of this.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Tracey: Throw punches. She can barely fight.

Barry: He calculates the opponents

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

I think everyone is afraid of it at some point.

Em, I hate you for this. Also I’m sorry it took so long to answer. I’ve been busy helping my parents with moving furniture to a house they built for the past week and hardly had wifi or time to do anything. And this just took way too long that I just gave up on answering some of these.