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The Fate Of A Fae - Part 14

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Soulmate Match: You know on sight. Friends also know when they meet you if you're a match for one of their friends.

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Chapter Summary: The past comes back to haunt our reader.

Chapter Warning: Harassment, stalking, past childhood abuse and violence, attempted kidnap.

Your eyes flicker open as the whooshing of Bucky’s wings seems to change. The sky seems to be getting higher and you realise you’re getting near the ground. You move a little and he grips you harder. Still cradled in his arms, you remember Carol’s words to keep still.

As you focus you see you’re surrounded by trees and that Bucky seems to be lowering you into a clearing.

It doesn’t take long for you to hear Steve’s voice shouting instruction, followed by his hurried footsteps.

“I’ll take her Buck.”

There’s a grunt in reply.

“I won’t leave her, you have my word, but we need to get her in and get her warm and I’m guessing you wanna check the perimeter?”

Another grunt comes in reply and you feel yourself be passed between them. You let out a noise somewhere between a sigh and whimper.

“I’ve got you sweetheart.”

You feel Bucky’s snout against you as he sniffs you.

“Buck, I need to warm her up, either check the perimeter or come inside. Clint and I already checked everything but…..”

The movement of Bucky’s wings lets you know their conversation is over.

“Seriously, you’d think he’d trust me to do it, I was the one that was a Captain in the damn army.” Steve grumbles.

“I’d do the same thing Cap if it was Laura. You got to remember he’s just seen someone try and take her. Here, wrap her in this.”

You recognise that the voice as Clint’s as you feel something be placed around you.

“Sweetheart, try and stay awake.”

A sudden feeling of warmth lets you know you’re inside somewhere. There’s a flurry of little voices asking if you’re okay.

“She’s alright kids. Uncle Steve’s just trying to get her warmed up.”

You hear a creak of stairs and then Laura’s voice. Steve moves you in his arms and you’re sure he’s now sitting and you’re in his lap. Laura’s soft hand sweeps over your cheek and she tells Steve to sit you up.

“Sip this sweetie.” She tells you and you feel a warm cup against your lips. Whatever you drink is warm, fresh and fruity and you take a sleepy guess it’s one of Wanda’s concoctions, the witch being a skilled herbalist. “Give her chance to wake up a little more and we’ll get her in the tub.”

You feel Steve pull you into his side and you think he kisses your head, although you can’t be sure with all the layers Carol had bundled you in. You wake a little more and go to sit more upright, nearly falling off Steve’s lap in the process.

"Easy sweetheart. You passed out in the air." Steve said as he moved you around in his arms to stop you falling.

"I think I was asleep." You murmured.

"Well either way, give yourself time to come around, you were high up and it can throw things off." Laura told you as she brushed some hair from your face. "Let's get the hood down and take the hat off, see what her temperature is like."

You smiled at her as Clint entered the room.

"Mom mode is in full effect." He said winking at you. She hushed at him and you felt Steve's chest rumble as he tried to hold in a laugh. Your eyes connected and you found yourself smiling at him. He returned it and smoothed down your hair. You knew in that moment that Steve was certainly your other soulmate. You could just imagine Natasha's expression when she found out she was right twice over.

"It's nice to meet you by the way, properly I mean." Steve told you. You dipped your head in embarrassment, as it dawned on you that you were in his lap and cuddling into him like you'd been together for years.

"You always sit women you've just met on your lap Cap?" Clint quipped.

"No, just the pretty ones."

You rolled your eyes in response, as Laura snorted out a laugh.

"Wow, what a line. Barnes was right you really don't know how to talk to women." Clint retorted.

"I'm always right." Bucky said entering the room, now back in human form wearing black sweatpants and a black fitted t-shirt. He looked even bigger than he had before he'd switched into a dragon and you felt tiny as he knelt in front of you and Steve. You felt your cheeks heat being almost in-between them, and something stirred in the pit of your stomach, as Bucky attentively checked you over.

You knew Clint and Laura were watching, waiting to see if you pulled away.

"Doll? Are you okay?" Bucky asked.

You nodded.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, concerned you were going to have another seizure. "Does it feel like you're gonna pass out?"

You shook your head. A look passed between Bucky and Steve.

"Why I don't I get her in the tub, and you three can talk about what you need to."

Before they had chance to protest, the pixie pulled you from them and guided you to the bathroom.

You heard Bucky's voice as the door clicked shut.

"What's the update?"

Half an hour later and following plenty of pacing at the door from both Bucky and Steve, you emerged wrapped in some very soft (and probably expensive) pyjamas and a fluffy robe. A pair of bunny slippers, handpicked by the Barton's children, adorned your feet. Steve smiled when he saw them as you stepped back out into the bedroom. He was perched on the edge of the bed and you took a moment to take him in. His firm jawline and sparkling eyes, were very much griffin. He stood and made his way to you, thanking Laura as she stepped out of the room.

"Are you all warmed up? Do you need to laydown? Take a nap? The bed's all made up." He said nudging his head back towards the bed. You looked over his shoulder and felt the air leave your lungs as you let out a gasp. Still out it when Steve had carried you into the room, and then with his and Bucky's broad shoulders blocking most of what you could see, you hadn't got to look around.

There in the centre of the expansive bedroom was the biggest bed you had quiet possibly ever seen. You stepped away from Steve to get a better look.

"It's a California King apparently. Four poster. I hope you like it. I know it's a lot, but you can change it if you want to."

Change it? Not only was this the biggest bed you'd seen, it had been finished beautifully and you wondered who of your friends had played a part in this. The white four posts and the frame above it were wrapped in ivy and pink and white flowers. Along with the normal bedding there was a selection of fluffy pillows and a matching blanket. You realised it looked very familiar.

"A fairy bed, like the picture." You whispered to yourself.

You felt Steve move to your side and he looked uneasy for a moment.

"Yeah, Natasha, she might have shown us something."

"What?"

"Your Pinterest board."

You looked back at the bed.

"Please tell me it's not the exact one, because I know how expensive that was." Steve's expression said it all. "Steve!!"

He smiled down at you and moved nearer, slipping an arm around your waist.

"Why don't you try it out? Lie down a little, get some rest."

You could hear Bucky and the Barton's voices downstairs, possibly Carol and Loki's now too.

"Shouldn't I go downstairs?"

"I think you should get a little rest first. Shuri mentioned it would be good for you to rest as much as possible."

"Oh well, if a Wakandan princess says I need to nap, who I am to argue?" You replied, smiling up at him.

Steve pulled back the bedding and moved some of the scatter cushions as you slipped out of the robe and slippers. You climbed in and Steve tucked the sheets snuggly around you.

"I'll stay with you sweetheart." He said softly, as he kissed your head.

It didn't take long for you to drift off to sleep. You woke a few hours later to raised voices. You catch some of it. The words are harsh and Bucky is clearly agitated.

"If you were doing your damn jobs this wouldn't have happened!"

You go to get up from the bed but Steve's voice stops you. This time it's firm. You follow the sound and find him sitting in front of the large double window in a plush looking armchair. He has a book in his hand but you can tell from the set of his jaw that he's not happy.

"Stay where you are honey until Buck or I say otherwise."

"What's going on?"

"The cops are here, Rhodes too."

"Oh." Is all you reply. What was Rhodey doing here? You'd met once or twice but he had a very important job working between the government and the military. You frowned as Bucky raised his voice further.

"He's pissed sweetheart and so am I." He tells you, voice still firm.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?"

"No, of course not." Steve answered, moving from his place near the window to sit on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand over one of yours.

"I kicked him pretty hard." You mumbled.

"Oh I know honey, you ruptured one of his testicles."

Your eyes went wide in shock.

"What?"

"Did Natasha teach you that?"

Before you have chance to answer there's a light knock at the door before it slowly opens. Bucky dips into the room and looks surprised to see you sitting up in the bed.

"Why didn't you say she was awake?" He snaps at Steve.

"Honestly, I thought you'd have heard her."

"I was a little too busy yelling at those assholes."

"Yeah, we heard." Steve told him.

Bucky apologised for waking you as he moved to sit on the opposite side of the bed to Steve. He mimicked his actions, reaching across the large bed and taking your spare hand in his.

"I'm sorry that I woke you feyri, but the cops want to speak to you."

"So, I am in trouble?"

"No babydoll, they want you to ID some people"

"Like a line up?"

Bucky nodded.

"So we have to go back? To the city?"

"No sweetheart, you're not going anywhere." Steve told you. "They wanted you to but Bucky's made it very clear that won't be happening. They'll give you a Stark Pad with some photos on, you'll need to take a look and say who you know."

"I've already ID'd them doll but they need you to do it too, so they can hold them and press charges."

"Oh okay, can I use the bathroom first?"

"Of course honey." Steve tells you. Bucky helps you from the bed and guides you into the bathroom. You freshen up and find Bucky crowding the doorway when you open it.

"Jesus Bucky, didn't Natasha tell you earlier about loitering when women use the bathroom?"

"I was just making sure you were okay."

"If this about my period again....."

"It's not, I just wanted to be sure you didn't have another seizure and crack your head open."

"Sure."

"Look about the cops downstairs, I can get rid of them."

"Won't they just keep coming back?"

"They will but...."

"Buck." Steve interrupted. "She needs to ID them, so the charges stick, let's just get it done, then we get her settled."

Bucky grumbled in Russian as Steve helped you into the robe and slippers.

"They might ask you some questions too, as soon as you've had enough sweetheart let us know, okay?" Steve tells you. You nod in reply and Bucky leads you from the bedroom.

He and Steve crowd you as they guide you down the stairs and you try and take in your surroundings as much as you can over Bucky's shoulders. One thing that you can tell is the cabin is huge. When you enter what seems to be the main living area, you're met with a flurry of voices. They quieten down when the three of you enter. You're sure some of your friends are here but you're so wedged between the dragon and griffin you can barely see anything.

"You get this done and then you leave. The stress isn't good for her." Bucky says with a growl.

There are rumbles of understanding in reply. Bucky steps to the side a little and you're able to see part of the room. To your right there's a large u-shaped couch, wrapped around a coffee table, both set in front of a fireplace. You spot Loki and Thor leaning against it, arms crossed across their chest. The fae and berserker have always been kind to you but as you see them now you can understand why people are sometimes intimidated by them. Further into the open plan room is a large dining table. Sam and Carol stand close to it, in a similar stance to Loki and Thor. You don't get to look any further before Darcy appears in front of you and wraps you into a firm hug. When she pulls away, she takes you in before hugging you again. She doesn't say anything but the worried and tearful expression on her face says plenty. Natasha gives you a side hug as she steers your best friend away from you. Bucky takes your hand and guides you towards the dining table.

Rhodey says hello and introduces you to the three people stood beside him. Two male detectives and one female uniformed officer. The latter of which is human and looks massively uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many different types of beings. It's confirmed by how clammy her hand is when she shakes yours. The detectives made up of a sprite and a phoenix, also shake your hand but you notice they glance at your soulmates when they do, acting with an air of caution.

When Bucky helps you into a chair, you spot Clint is standing behind them in what seems to be the kitchen area of the large space. He's casually leaning against the counter with a cup in his hand but his pixie eyes are firm and his jaw is set. Steve pulls out a chair and positions it to the side of yours and takes your hand in his. Bucky stands to your other side, arm across your shoulder. Rhodey sits down across from you and gives you a sympathetic smile.

"The detectives are going to show you some photographs and you'll need to swipe through and point out who you recognise." He tells you.

You nod and one of the detectives places a Stark Pad in front of you. He explains that there's twenty photos, each numbered and you'll need to swipe through and point out the ones you know.

You start to swipe through and pause when you get to photo five. The human that ran at you when you were shopping with Bucky looks back at you. You tell the detectives, who nod and tell you to continue. It takes six more photos before you know anyone else. Photo eleven brings Daniel looking back at you.

"Him." You say. "That's Daniel. He's been following me around, trying to get into my apartment, sending me messages, he grabbed me in the street, I had to move because of him. I meant to have a restraining order."

"The restraining order still applies and he'll be getting additional charges for breaching it in." The detective tells you. "Now, if you could swipe through the rest please?"

"But I've identified them?"

"We need you to go through to the end to be sure, it’s procedure.”

You miss the look Bucky exchanges with Natasha.

You continue to flick through the images but nobody else looks familiar. That's until you reach the last photo. As you land on number twenty your stomach drops. Staring back at you is a person you haven’t seen since you were six years old. The man that had helped destroy your childhood.

The man that your parents hold sold your wings to.

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verytyrantcat · 7 days ago

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Reflections (of), Chapter Three

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky fic (eventual Stucky); Explicit; Post-Snap Endgame Fix-it. This chapter is 7.6k words; total word count is 24.5k. This fic is now complete; thank you in advance for reading.

Thanks to @buckybarnesfic, @mrsbuckybarnes1917, and @probablybucky for the beta!

Summary:

You know Bucky would want you to find love again after he Vanished in the Blip. You don’t think he meant for you to fall in love with his best friend.

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Chapter One on Tumblr ~ Chapter Two on Tumblr ~ Tumblr Masterlist of MCU fics

Steve looks terrible. Dark circles under his eyes, exhaustion hanging on his shoulders.

But it’s clear he’s tried: his hair is neatly combed, his clothes are clean and neatly pressed. He even smells good, like he’s come straight from putting on his aftershave, like he’s desperate to make a good impression.

You stare at each other, clinging to the door you’ve opened, while he opens his mouth and closes it again.

“I—” you gasp… and then you fly at him, hitting his chest with your fists. “You coward. You fucking—”

He picks you up, easy as anything, carries you back into the apartment and closes the door softly behind him.

Not saying a word. Not stopping you, either.

“The Compound, I kept seeing footage, all of it gone, and you never—why, Steve, not a fucking word, I didn’t even know if you were alive or dead!”

He holds your shoulders, fingers gentle, breathing as you pummel him, as you shove and fight against the strength in his hands.

“Not a fucking word,” you hiss. “I couldn’t get through to anyone! And Natasha’s gone, and Tony… you could have died, what if it hadn’t worked and I’d lost both of you?”

“I didn’t know how—” says Steve, strangled.

You grab him by the jowls and kiss him.

And to your great relief, he wraps you in his arms, holding you up, letting the force of you shove him back against the wall, letting you rip at the crisp button-down shirt, letting you bite marks into his neck, letting you stake your claim with your tears.

“No,” he says, but he doesn’t stop you. “You can’t… we shouldn’t… you’re my best friend’s wife.”

“I know that,” you hiss into the kiss, every word a wrench from your heart. “But I love you too. And I don’t know what to do, Steve, what do I do with that?”

He pushes you away, eyes red, blinking fast, his fingers finally gripping you tight, the way you know he can. The pain catches your breath in your throat, catches your breath in your chest. It centers you, so that you can see it reflected in the shape of his mouth.

“You forget it,” he says gently. “You forget me.”

You shake your head. “I can’t.”

“You have to.”

“I can’t.”

He closes his eyes, bowing his head. “You can. You will. You’ve got Bucky now. I know I was only ever second-best—”

You shove at him. “I don’t love you less for loving you second!”

“Why do you think we did this?” Steve hisses at you. “I brought back Bucky for you.”

“You asshole!” You slam your fists against his chest. “How dare you… that wasn’t your choice to make. I. Love. Both of you. Do you think I can stop loving you, just because he’s here?”

Your breath catches. “Do you even love me back?”

Steve looks shattered, like he’s about to lose whatever tenuous hold he’s had on equilibrium. “I—”

And then he kisses you, holding you tight, holding you close, as ruthless and demanding a kiss as he’s ever given you, just as he always has from the start.

You clutch at him, fingernails digging in, leaving marks you hope won’t heal. (They will.)

“This has to be the last time,” murmurs Steve into your mouth. (You don’t want it to be.)

You press closer, dig harder, demand more of him, desperate for something, anything that will make the moment last. (Or end.)

“We can’t,” Steve mumbles into your skin.

“Tell me you love me,” you demand.

“I can’t.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“You love him.”

You shove at him with the heels of your hands. “Tell me.”

He growls it into your neck. “Yes, God forgive me, I love—”

“You.”

James’s voice echoes in the room.

You and Steve both go still, blood running cold. Steve’s fingers clutch briefly at your skin before going slack against you.

And you’re grateful that they have, because the next thing you know, James has crossed the room in three strides, yanking Steve out of your arms and slamming him up against the wall so hard that the entire room shakes.

Steve doesn’t even protest when James holds him there, jaw working, swallowing, both of them breathing hard.

“No,” you cry, reaching out for him. “James, let him go.”

“It was you,” says James, his voice rough and deep. “Wasn’t it? The guy she fell for.”

“Yeah,” says Steve, defeated and tired and worn. “Buck, I… it wasn’t—”

“James,” you repeat.

“And you didn’t text her? Tell her what was happening? You didn’t even want to talk to her! Why?”

Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t want to bother—”

“Five years hasn’t made you a better liar, Steve,” snaps James. “Why.”

Steve swallows, glances at you over James’s shoulder, and then looks back at him again. “Because I brought you back for her. What kind of man gets in between a husband and wife, Buck? I’m not going to do that to either of you.”

James breathes hard for a moment. Inhale. Exhale.

“She needed you,” says James, hard and angry. “She loved you, Steve. And you know the worst part, she didn’t tell me a damn thing about you. Wouldn’t, because she knew I wouldn’t press. And the whole time she’s looking at her phone, waiting for this other guy she loves to call her, to text her, to make sure she’s okay? And it’s not just killing her, Stevie, it’s killing me too, because I’m watching the woman I love bein’ hurt by some other guy and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. And the whole time—it’s you. Do you know what that’s like, hating some guy for loving her and then not even reaching out? I was gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch. And it’s you.”

You sniffle, heart hurting, seeing the way Steve takes every single word like a blow to the face.

“She always loved you, Buck,” he says. “Even when she was with me. She missed you so much. She loved you so much. We talked about you all the time. What kind of man would I be to get in between that? To do anything that might destroy that? I’m not going to do that to either of you. Not when I lost so much getting you back in the first place.”

“I should have known,” James says finally, still brimming with anger. “Every time I brought either of you up… you’d change the subject.”

You swallow, hard. “James…”

“And of course it’d be you,” continues James, still staring at Steve. “Of course it’d have been you. It was always going to be you.”

“No,” says Steve. “Buck. It wasn’t… not until last year. Nothing happened until a year ago.”

“You think that makes it better? You knew what this was going to do to her. And you did it anyway.”

Steve’s eyes spring open. “I’m not gonna apologize for bringing you home.”

“Not that, you fucking idiot. That you’d find a good thing—a great thing—and you’ve fucking run from it. You ran from her just like you ran from me, and tried to tell us it was for our own good.”

Steve’s face is pale, his mouth hanging open. “Buck—”

“Seventy years later and still pulling the same shit.” Bucky’s voice is thick now, shaking with something you don’t think is anger anymore. Or anyway, it’s not all anger. “The second you think you’re gonna get what you want—you run. All those girls you set me up with in Brooklyn. Trying to send me home after K-berg. Dating Peggy—”

Steve’s eyes blaze for a moment. “Don’t bring Peggy into this. I loved her too.”

“Yeah,” says Bucky, bitter. “More than me. And you couldn’t even stay alive for her, could you? No, you had to runnin’ from that, too. No—don’t you fuckin’ turn away from me, Steve! I’m not gonna let you break her heart the way you broke Peggy’s. The way you broke—”

But he doesn’t finish; the words catch in his throat, and Steve stares at him, pale and hurting as badly as you do.

Maybe worse.

It’s too much. Too much history and too much pain and your heart is aching, every part of you is aching, for yourself and for them and you just want to go back.

“Can we just go back to bed?”

Both of them turn to you, chests heaving, lips dry, eyes dark and reddened and damp.

“Please,” you whisper. “I just want to go back to bed. I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m just… I’m so tired. I just… can we? Please?”

Steve lets out a shaking breath. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Steve,” says James, shaking.

“No,” says Steve, and takes a step to the door.

But James catches him, left hand tight on Steve’s bicep. His voice is guttural, pained.

“Steve.” James’s voice is guttural, pained. Your heart sinks. “I’m not letting you walk out that door. Not again.”

You lean against James, whose immediately wraps his right arm around you, drawing you close, soft and secure.

And pulls Steve with the left one, strong and determined. “Stevie,” he says. “Please.”

He sounds young. He sound broken. Two things you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him sound like.

But the way Steve breaks… you know he has.

It takes a thousand breaths.

Steve turns, and takes James’s hand.

And follows you both to bed.

You rest between them, safe and secure with warmth on either side.

It’s quiet, their breaths even and soft, your heart not quite torn, not quite whole.

James’s hand in yours.

Steve’s hand on your stomach.

It had been strange and quiet, slipping back into the bed with James, Steve following you a few moments later. None of you had bothered to even turn on the lights, and maybe that made it easier.

You think you’ll never sleep. Because if you wake, everything will be a dream. (You’re not sure which everything you mean.)

But you must, because you wake when the sun is thin through the curtains, with soft touches of fingers and lips on your neck, your clavicle, your breasts. With the rough scratch of a morning chin against the soft skin of your stomach, and you sigh into it, running your free hand through his hair.

Short and soft. Steve.

You open your eyes and see him looking back at you, the blue iris almost entirely blown by his pupils, wide in the dim light. It’s easy to see the pain on his face, the wanting and longing plainer than the guilt you know he still has on his shoulders.

James’s arm is still around your waist. And then it isn’t, as James rolls away, still asleep.

You move into Steve’s arms, pulling his lips down to yours, quiet and desperate and not entirely awake.

It’s a tiny pause, and then he kisses you in turn, as hungry and possessive as he ever is. You barely stifle the groaning sigh as he moves his lips down your neck, past the shirt that hangs loose on your body, to your stomach, bare to his mouth.

He keeps moving down, pulling your sleep pants as he goes, pushing the thin fabric of your panties aside. Your legs fall open with barely a push of his elbows as he spreads your already wet folds, running his fingers between them, slowly opening you to the cool morning air. You’re so slick, his fingers glides easily, light touches, as if he’s reminding himself of what he’s touching.

He touches your clit, a zing of pleasure, and you shift on the bed so you’re on your back, open your eyes to see James still asleep on the pillow next to yours.

You close your eyes again, turning your face up to the ceiling, fingers tightening in Steve’s hair for a brief moment, until he lowers his mouth to your pussy to suckle at your clit, fingers rubbing a continuous loop around.

It’s hard to stifle the cries as he works, his fingers dipping lightly into your cunt to the growing dampness there, everything is wet, soft, sloppy, the sounds of his mouth and your quickening breaths. You want to stop him—you know you should—but you can’t, because you want this, too.

You bite back the moan in your throat, desperate for release, desperate for something to catch the cries in the back of your throat. You love this, the feel of Steve between your legs, but it’s never quite enough; it’s always only half of what you need. It’s always you below, full and warm and loved, and you above, desperate and wanting.

The kiss on your lips, the touch of fingers on your breast, and you can’t hold back the moan. It fills the mouth that covers yours, hand curving around your breast to flick your nipple with a metal thumb. You wrap your free hand at the back of his neck, your fingers tangled in the length of James’s hair, and pant into his kiss.

“God, you’re beautiful,” whispers James.

Steve almost stops, but you cry out and press your fingers to the back of his head, so close to falling.

“I kept wondering,” continues James, a breathy, ragged whisper in your ear. “Never could get a good look at your face like this, when I was in between your legs. Always figured you’d be beautiful, so deep you couldn’t control yourself.”

You’re panting, Steve’s tongue deep inside you, his thumbs spreading you open. But James’s gaze is fixed on you, a smile teasing his lips, so much wanting in his eyes that for a moment, you’re confused, off-center, trembling as he brushes the hair off your brow, damp with sweat.

“What you’d look like, like this, the two of you, together,” whispers James, right before he leans in and kisses your mouth, hungry and sweet.

Steve doesn’t even pause; you spread your legs wider, wanton, and he speeds up, both thumbs deep inside of you as his fingers splay your outer labia wide, clearing the way for his mouth to suckle hard on your clit, taking over every aspect of the impeding, building orgasm, even as James plunges into your mouth, kissing you as deeply and sweetly and completely as he always does.

“Come on, beautiful,” whispers James, “come for us.”

You do: fully, completely, harder than you think you’ve ever come for anyone in your entire life.

Afterwards, you lie in each other’s arms, your lovers on either side of you, catching your breath. So close you feel their heartbeats, their combine breath on your skin, in your air. Not a speck of air between any of you.

It’s the most comfortable you’ve ever been. The most relaxed you’ve ever felt.

What if it doesn’t last?

“I’m scared,” you whisper into their skin.

“Of what?” whispers James.

“Of what happens next.”

It’s quiet for a long moment, but you see them look at each other, over you.

“Us too,” whispers Steve, and somehow, that makes it a little bit easier to bear.

“What scares you the most?” asks James.

The kitchen is full of sunlight, the scent of coffee, the sound of eggs sizzling in the pan. The morning so far has been strangely easy; you in the shower, getting dressed alone in the bedroom.

Their voices floating through the closed door to you, unintelligible except for the slow rise and fall of an argument being avoided.

It sends pits of worry through your stomach, into your chest, making your fingers tremble.

But they’re easy with each other when you arrive in the kitchen, easy with you. James kisses you good morning, tactile and loving. Steve sits at the table and squeezes your hand when you sit next to him, smiling briefly before frowning at the cup of coffee in front of him.

James isn’t looking at you when he asks the question; he’s busy with the eggs. But he turns a moment later with a plate piled high, setting it in front of you before sitting on your other side to wait for your answer.

The eggs are perfect, exactly as you like them; scrambled, still soft, on a piece of buttered toast and sprinkled with salt and pepper and chives.

“What if you end up hating each other?” you say, staring at the eggs. “I don’t want to come between you.”

“Won’t happen,” says Steve, staring at the coffee.

“It’s a valid concern,” says James, a little bit sharp. “I’m not saying it would happen, but if she’s worrying about it—”

Steve looks up, sharp. “You think it hasn’t occurred to me?”

“I know it has,” says James, equally sharp. “Or you would have ‘fessed up back in New York.”

You cover your face. “Stop. This is what I’m talking about! You’re already arguing, and it hasn’t even been a half a day!”

“Hey,” says James, softer. He grabs your hands and pulls them down. “This isn’t about you.”

You laugh, incredulous.

“It isn’t,” repeats James firmly. “The problem with having a ninety-year friendship is there’s a lot of water under the bridge. And some of it’s gotten pretty damn stagnant.”

You sniffle. “So, what? Even if I’m knocking old hurts loose, I’m still the one knocking them.”

“Maybe they needed to be knocked,” says James. “Doesn’t mean we’re blaming you for it.”

He looks at Steve, expectantly, but Steve doesn’t look up from his coffee.

“Steve.”

Steve sighs. “Buck’s right. It’s not you.”

He looks up at James. “I couldn’t tell you in New York. What would you have wanted me to say? Hey, Buck, welcome back, it’s been five years and Tony and Nat died so you could be here and oh, by the way, I want to marry your wife.”

Your gasp pulls him up short; he glances at you, face drained of color, before closing his eyes in pain.

“See,” he says quietly. “Nothing good comes of that. Better to let it lie.”

“You want to marry me?” you whisper.

Steve looks up at you, and the look in his eyes… it’s dancing in the rain on a street in the Bronx. It’s laughing as Alpine makes biscuits on his stomach. It’s quiet afternoons looking at art in the Met, and Natasha saying, I’ve never seen him happier.

“Yes. More than anything,” he says, fervently, without hesitation. “The minute I thought you’d say yes.”

“What would you have said, beautiful?” whispers James. Soft, quiet, like he doesn’t have skin in the game.

You want to laugh, to cry, to say something; but no words make it past your teeth.

You squeeze your eyes closed, scared to answer. Scared to lie, scared to tell the truth.

You feel like you’ve been teetering between the two men for the whole of your life, waiting to see where you’ll fall.

“Beautiful,” whispers James, his lips so close to your ear, you feel his breath whisper across your hair. “It’s okay. I already know the answer. Tell him.”

You let out a huff of breath, and turn to Steve, throat thick, eyes red and burning.

“I would have said yes. When you asked. I would have said yes.” You laugh, crying. “I still would say yes, that’s the horrible thing. I want to shove you off the roof for not telling me your dumb time heist plan or letting me know there was a chance of getting James back, and the fact that it worked… I am so angry with you, Steve. I love you so much and I can’t believe you did this, that you brought James back, thinking I would ever in a minute forget you the moment I saw him. And I hate myself because for a minute, I did. I love him and he’s here but I can’t forget you, I couldn’t forget that I love you even if I tried. I can’t stop loving you any more than I could stop loving him. But mostly the reason I’m mad at you is that I’m never going to get to say yes to you now. And I wanted that, Steve, more than anything I wanted to marry you and now I’m never—”

Steve crushes you in a hug and lets you sob into his chest.

But it’s James’s hand on your back, steady, solid.

“I wanted to hear you say it,” Steve says into your hair. “I knew you’d say yes. That’s why I couldn’t tell you about the plan. Because you’d say yes to that too, and it was the wrong question. I wasn’t strong enough to hear it.”

“Idiot,” you sniffle, but you smile as you sit up, a little embarrassed, and wipe at the tears on your cheeks. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Can’t even figure why you love me,” agrees Steve, his mouth quirking a little.

“I don’t, very much, at the moment. You couldn’t even message me, Steve! I didn’t know if you were alive or dead or anything, all I saw was what was on the news and… I was so scared that I’d lost you.”

“That’s what scares me,” says James, and if his voice is quiet, now there’s an edge to it. “That you’re still pulling the same shit you always were.”

Steve drags his gaze from you to James, just over your shoulder. “What shit?”

“This shit, that you do, where you start making decisions without talking to us because you think you know what we want, what we need from you.”

“I do that, huh?”

James presses his hand once against your back, before moving away. “Yeah, you do, you’ve done it all your fuckin’ life. Done what you thought was the right thing without askin’ anyone else about it first. You quit art school to pay the rent, you volunteered to be a science experiment without telling anyone, then in K-berg—”

“I saved your life in K-berg.”

“I know you did, punk. And you still shouldn’t have been there. And don’t even get me started on the Valkyrie, let alone DC or Bucharest. Hell, I’m not even sure why you showed up here, it’d be more your style to take those damn stones back and stay in the past just because you figured we needed the space.”

Steve’s jaw tightens; he looks like he’s trying to swallow but can’t. You stare at him, heart sinking as you push him away, and he falls back down to sit in his chair.

“Fuck,” whispers James. “That was the plan, wasn’t it? You’d’ve gone and buried yourself in the past to avoid the thought you might fuck up whatever future you had planned for us.”

“Is that why you’re here?” you whisper. “To say goodbye?”

Steve looks up at you, eyes red, chest rising and falling.

“Better than having you tell me I’m not wanted anymore,” he says quietly. “Better than watching you with him, knowing what we had, knowing I’m the one who gave him back to you. Knowing I’m the reason you’re not mine anymore.”

“Steve—”

He shakes his head. “I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.” He looks over at James. “It doesn’t matter how far gone you are, what I have to do to get you back. I’ll do it. Every time, and not just for her, Buck. She’s not the only luck you’ve ever had; she’s the only luck you’ve ever kept for yourself, because the rest of it, you spent on me. So I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I do the same for you.”

James rubs his face with his hand, weary. “You fucking idiot.”

“Don’t,” you say, rough. “You didn’t say I was an idiot for voicing my fear; don’t call him an idiot for his.”

James huffs and shoves back from the table, stomping over to the stove to grab the pan, then to the sink where he begins to wash it, splashing and making as much noise as he can in his frustration.

Your heart twists painfully in your chest. “Shit,” you whisper. “I just got between you, didn’t I?”

James turns the water off. “Yeah,” he says.

“She was trying to protect me,” says Steve.

“You don’t need it, pal.” James turns and leans against the counter. “Clearly I brought the stupid back with me and gave it straight to you.”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “Were you always like this with each other?”

They look at each other for a moment, and then shrug. “Yeah, kinda,” says James.

“Sometimes worse than others,” agrees Steve.

You want to cry or laugh or something; instead you turn from both of them. “Then we’re doomed. If our greatest fear in any of this is each other… why are we even talking about it? What’s the point of any of this?”

But James catches you before you even make it to the door; he pulls you into him and kisses you, warm and tasting faintly of jam and coffee.

You’re on a knife’s edge of crying.

“Because, beautiful,” says James softly. “This could be good. You know how I know?”

You shake your head, sniffling.

“Because I love you. And you love me, and you love him, and he loves you. And god help us both, but I’m pretty sure that punk not drinking his coffee loves me as much as I do him, too.”

James looks over your head at Steve. “Yeah, I’m scared you’re gonna fuck up your end of it, but only because I’m the one who’ll pick up the pieces. What else is new? At least we know I can. And yeah, she’s scared she’ll get in between us, but isn’t that exactly where we want her to be?”

The giggle bubbles in your throat; you lean your head against his chest as he wraps his arm around you.

“As for the other thing,” continues James. “She said she’d marry you.”

“She’s married to you,” says Steve.

“Ways around that, punk, if you need it.”

“You’d—” Steve falters. “Buck. That’s polygamy.”

“I’m sorry,” says James. “What did you think we were discussing, a garden party? And anyway, get your terms straight, what we’re discussing here is polyandry.”

“Did… did you research this?” says Steve, shocked.

“Yeah, I researched this, that’s what I do, you asshole,” says James, thoroughly annoyed now. “Whaddya think an XO’s job is, jeez, Rogers, hand me back the stupid already, or send it to Wilson, clearly your turn is up.”

“No,” you mumble. “I love your shared stupid, I don’t want to marry Sam.”

“Good,” says James, kissing the top of your head. “I don’t want you marrying Sam either. Shit, you gotta eat, beautiful, your shift starts in half an hour.”

“I’ll call in sick.”

“No,” says James gently, walking you back to your chair. He sits you back down carefully. “We said what scared us. Let’s say something easier now. Don’t think, just say it. What do you want?”

“Creamer,” says Steve, staring at his coffee.

James sighs and drops the container in front of him. “Can’t say I didn’t ask for that,” he grumbles, before turning back to you. “You know what I want? Apart from you eating those eggs, anyway. I want you to have every drop of love anyone could ever give you. I want you so full of love, you don’t ever doubt, for a second, that you deserve it.”

You look up at him. “I don’t.”

“Then let us love you, beautiful. Both of us.”

The knot in your throat eases a little. “I want that. You. Both of you. But—”

“No buts,” says James firmly, turning to Steve. “What about you? Other than the creamer.”

“I want to marry her,” says Steve, staring into his coffee.

James gives him a long, hard look, before nodding slowly. “Okay.”

Steve looks up sharply, but James is already on his feet, heading back to the sink. “Buck—you know that means—”

“I don’t know anything what it means,” says James shortly, turning on the water. “Except I asked for what you wanted, and you told me. Finish your eggs, beautiful.”

“What about you, Bucky?” says Steve. “What do you want?”

James looks at him. “I already said.”

“No. You said what you wanted her to have, because you knew it was the only way to get her to admit it’s what she wants, too. But I’m asking. What do you want? Not what you want for her, or even for me. What do you want for you.”

James huffs a laugh. “What I want for me?”

“Yeah.” Steve says it like it’s a challenge. He’s eye to eye with James, but you can see it, somehow, little Stevie Rogers back in Brooklyn, standing up to his best pal Buck.

You stare at James, suddenly nervous and anxious and so curious what he’s going to say.

But James isn’t looking at you. He’s looking right at Steve.

“I want to know what you didn’t say to me that night at Coney Island,” says James finally. “You were going to say something, weren’t you? Before I went to find where the girls went. What were you going to say?”

Steve’s eyes go wide. “I wasn’t going to—”

“Still can't lie worth a damn, Rogers.”

Steve’s jaw works for a moment. “It doesn’t change anything. Not then and not now.”

“What were you going to say?”

“I was going to ask you to stay with me!” snaps Steve, breathing hard. “Not to go looking for the girls and not to leave me alone in New York.”

“Then why the fuck didn’t you?!?!”

“Because I wasn’t what you wanted!” Steve shouts at him. “And you would have stayed Buck, if I’d asked, out of some misplaced sense of loyalty, and it would have ruined you. I was never what you wanted, not in 1942 and not after the serum either.”

“Goddammit, Stevie,” says James—and for all the anger in his voice, brimming under the surface, what you really hear is the pain, the utter exhaustion he’s feeling. “You think I ever cared about that? It’s you, pal. It’s always been you. Whether you’re big or little, it’s you.”

Steve’s face is white as a sheet. “You were so mad—”

“I was mad because you didn’t tell me you were doing it!” snaps James. “You told me you were doing some show, touring the States with a bunch of showgirls, helping with their costumes! Not some pumped-up beefcake science experiment that was shuffled off to the side!”

“I tried to explain!”

“I know you did, you massive punk, you really think I could hear a word? Blood all burnin’ with whatever shit Zola shot in me. I couldn’t remember which way was up half the time.” James lets out a hard breath. “God, Stevie… just… and you ask me what I want? Like you don’t know?”

“I don’t,” says Steve, crossly.

And they stand there, James vibrating with anger and hurt and so many pent-up feelings, nearly a century of them, all desperate for release. Steve aching and wanting and reaching, equally desperate.

You touch James’s hip, and his gaze snaps to you. Your smile is shaky, nearly as much as your voice. “Tell him,” you whisper. “It’s okay. I already know.”

James’s eyes widen as he stares at you, and then his gaze snaps back to Steve.

“I have loved you since I was fourteen years old. I loved you the minute I met you, only I didn’t know it yet. I probably loved you the minute after I was born.

“You want to know what I want? I want you. And her. And I want you to want her and I want her to want you, because I want this, all of us, all of this, my best guy and my best girl on either side for the rest of whatever fucked up life I’ve got left to me. I want you here, Stevie. Not running off somewhere with the stupid, not sacrificing yourself because you think we’re better off without you. We’re not. And I don’t want to be the one leading us there—I don’t want any of us to lead us there, because as far as I’m concerned, we’re all equals in this. And I want to know—really know, that when you're done fighting for us—us—her and me and you—because I know you're never gonna stop doing that—I want to know that you're going to stay.”

Steve moves in one swift step to James, catching the back of his neck in one hand and his shoulder in the other. The kiss is brutal; angry and frustrated, but it looks to you like James meets him halfway, his arms wrapping around Steve’s shoulders, fingers gripping tight and pulling against the back of his shirt before sliding up and into his hair.

You let out a huff, a soft whimper in the back of your throat.

Neither of them notice.

Steve kisses your husband like it’s the last kiss he thinks he’ll ever have. Like he’s taking every press and push and nip that James give him, willingly, welcoming.

And James—who has always been more than gentle with you—gives it to him. He pulls Steve into the kiss; he growls when Steve breaks the kiss to gasp and moan, his head falling back to expose his throat. He leaves small nips along Steve’s neck, and the growls go straight to your heart, straight to your groin, your eyes going wide with surprise and more than a little desire.

Watching your husband take your lover apart… watching your lover let him…

Warmth curls under your skin like a fever. You can barely breathe or think or anything, watching them. It’s almost impossible not to want to touch them, let your fingers drag along their arms and backs, to breathe in their scent, mingled together.

But you can’t move. Your muscles won’t respond. You’re frozen in place even as you burn.

They’re both breathing hard when they finally pull apart, fingers still digging into each other’s skin, pressed together so tightly, you’re not sure there’s room for anything else.

Anyone else.

They’re not looking at you. They’re barely looking at each other, really. James’s eyes are closed, and Steve’s are half-open, reddened like he’s trying not to cry.

Your heart aches. You’re not sure if it’s for you, or them, or all of you.

Steve’s mouth moves; you can’t hear the words, but you hear the whisper of his voice, saying something to James. Who responds, just as quietly. Words only meant for each other.

James’s grip loosens, and Steve’s hands press into his skin, as if to steady him.

They’re not looking at each other. Or you. It’s almost as if… maybe… they’re afraid of what they’ll see.

You take a deep, steadying breath, and slowly sit back down on your chair. Your fingers shake, so much that you have to press them hard into the table top.

“Beautiful?”

James’s voice, steady, quiet. Steadied, you pick up your fork. It sounds loud, scraped against the plate, jarring in the quiet of the kitchen.

“I’m fine,” you say, breathy. “I’m fine. It’s…”

It’s Steve who kneels in front of you, cups your face in his hand to pull your gaze to him. You’re not sure what he sees, but he doesn’t flinch; he examines you carefully, like he’s taking a careful count of every feature.

His eyes are definitely red and wet, his lips are the bright red of having been kissed. But his gaze is steady, and what’s more… calm. Calmer and more settled than you think you’ve ever seen him.

Never seen him happier, Natasha had told you one morning.

You kind of know what she meant. You see it on him, now.

“Thank you,” he says, soft.

You smile, still a bit shaky, heart pounding.

“Room for one more.”

You laugh, pressing your face into his hand. “I have to go work.”

“Skip it,” Steve almost growls.

You laugh again and rest your hand over his. “I can’t. And I shouldn’t. You and James…”

You glance at your husband, where he leans against the counter, head bowed, only glancing at you from beneath his eyelashes, as if he’s worried to stare straight on.

“I don’t know much,” you say softly. “But I know I don’t want the water under your bridge to stay stagnant. You have to talk to each other. Promise me, Steve, you’ll talk to each other.”

“And if it’s more than talk?” blurts out James.

He’s looking at you now. Or maybe he’s looking at Steve; it’s hard to tell.

You recognize the desire on his face, though. He’s aimed it at you enough times.

But Steve’s in between you now.

“Then I trust you to know what you both need,” you say softly.

“Beautiful—” starts James, but you turn in your chair, away from Steve and James and the pair of them together, and pick up your fork again.

“I need to eat, if I’m going to be on time.”

You only manage about half the eggs, which is a crime, because they’re amazingly good. But your stomach is in knots; you’re not sure how you can even eat anything at all. James doesn’t seem to mind, though; you think he’ll probably finish them off once you leave.

If you leave. You get as far as the foyer, your jacket half zipped, and you aren’t terribly inclined to move much father.

“Second thoughts, beautiful?” says James gently, rubbing your shoulders, kissing your forehead.

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” You glance over at Steve, still sitting on the other side of the kitchen table. He doesn’t look up from the cup of coffee he’s been nursing for the last half hour. “What if…?”

James waits for you to finish, but when it’s clear you won’t, he speaks. “We’ll be here, when you come home again. You know that, right?”

You look back at him, eyes wide and worried.

James lets his fingers drift over your temple, through the tendril of hair that never stays in place. “Go. Get out of this apartment. Breathe fresh air. Help the people out there put their lives back together, so Stevie and I can do the same thing.”

Your heart catches. “Without me.”

James sighs and holds you closer. “What we’re talking about doing together, the three of us? It’s you and me, and it’s you and him, sure. But it’s him and me, too. I love you for standin’ up for him, but we need a little time to work on him and me. We haven’t had a lot of that.”

You nod, pressing your fingers to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart inside. Steady. Certain. His arms around still around you, too, warm and secure. “I know. I’m sorry, I—”

“Hey,” says James, and you pull your eyes back to him. “We haven’t killed each other yet. We ain’t starting now.”

You smile wanly. “I’m not sure that’s as comforting as you think it is.”

He kisses you again. “Gotta give us the space, beautiful, if this is gonna work.”

You nod, because he’s right. But…

You glance at Steve—still not looking at either of you—and then back to James, kissing him soundly on the lips. “I love you. I want this to work.”

“Me too.”

You take a breath. “I want you to work. What you have with each other. You deserve that. Both of you.”

James’s eyes narrow a little. “Beautiful—”

“Whatever you two decide today,” you continue. “It’s okay. I love you both, and I’ll be happy for you.” You turn to where Steve is still in the kitchen, still staring at his coffee. “Did you hear that, Steve? I just want you both to be happy.”

Steve looks up sharply, mouth open in surprise.

James’s hand slides up your neck, to the back of your head, and he gently presses until you’re facing him again.

“You,” says James, firm. “You make us happy. Don’t you dare doubt it for a second.”

The warm bubble fills your chest so fast, your eyes are damp with unshed tears before you can blink them away. “James…”

He kisses you, soft but determined. “We’ll both be here when your shift is done, Beautiful. Don’t take too long coming home on our account, okay?”

You nod. “I’ll come straight back.”

“Good.” He kisses you one more time, then lets you go.

Steve watches as you walk into the kitchen, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, because he looks like he needs it. He rests his head on your shoulder, tucking in under your chin, and you kiss the part of him you can reach. “I mean it. Whatever happens, I love you.”

“I know,” he says, squeezing your forearm, before letting you go.

It’s lunch before you have a chance to look at your phone, and the first thing you notice is that you’ve got over twenty WhatsApp messages waiting for you… in a new group, you and James and Steve together.

Called…

You blush, and tuck the phone a little closer to open the messages.

James: Hey, beautiful. Steve and I wanted to let you know everything’s fine. We’ve talked and we’re going to lunch and we’ll be back in the apartment before you get home. We love you. <Steve Rogers has changed the name of the chat to Two Old Farts and a Pretty Girl.> James: No. We aren’t calling ourselves that. Steve: Fine. <Steve Rogers has changed the name of the chat to One Old Fart, One Handsome Captain, and a Pretty Girl.> James: No. <Steve Rogers has changed the name of the chat to Sex Partners.> <Steve Rogers has changed the name of the chat to XXX.> <Steve Rogers has changed the name of the chat to Spouses.> Steve: Bucky stole my phone for the last one.

The rest of the thread is a series of emojis and gifs, each more bewildering and more confusing than the last; you aren’t sure if you’re reading a series of inside jokes, or attempts to one-up each other, and there’s no rhyme or reason to any of them.

You: I am very confused but I approve of the last group name.

There’s no response back; undoubtedly they’re too busy with their own lunches, or maybe they don’t hear the chime.

You try not to think about why they wouldn’t hear the chime, at first.

And then you do think about why they wouldn’t hear the chime, and it sends such a curl of arousal straight through you that you have to go splash your face with cold water before you go back to work. It doesn’t really help.

What are you afraid of, James had asked. And you’d said, I’m afraid I’ll come in between you.

But what you hadn’t said… what if, when they found each other, there wasn’t room for you at all.

There’s another half dozen messages when you check your phone before leaving the clinic after your shift.

James: Good. I have ideas about that, by the way. Steve: Mine are better. James: We’ll talk when you get home. Nothing bad. Love you. Steve: Love you. You: I’m on my way. Love you, love you, love you. Bucky: Who’s the third love you for? You: You decide.

You walk home with a light step, though your heart starts beating a little harder when you reach the building.

Everything’s fine, James had said.

It’ll be okay, they’d both told you once.

They’d both been lying through their teeth. Maybe not intentionally… but it hadn’t been okay, not for a long while.

You hear the music when you step off the elevator. Faint, a little scratchy, like you’re listening to a record playing. There’s no lyrics, just the music, and it’s not until you reach your door that you realize it’s coming from your apartment.

You unlock and open the door as carefully and quietly as you can, curious what’s going on inside, and as you do, you recognize the song.

…is nothing for me but to love you And the way you look tonight [X]

The music swells a little, but otherwise, the apartment is quiet, a little bit dark, like neither James nor Steve have bothered to turn on the lights since the sun started setting. You close the door behind you, shedding your shoes and jacket, and creep to the living room, which is where you find them.

Never never change Keep that breathless charm Won’t you please arrange it, ‘cause I love you

You lean against the doorframe, watching the pair of them together, lost in their own little world, lost in each other.

Your eyes feel hot again, teary. But it’s good, it must be good, especially when you see Steve’s mouth moving in time with James’s, words unsung except to each other.

You haven’t broken them. You haven’t gotten between them.

The only thing you don’t know… if there’s still space for you.

Someday, when I’m awfully low And the world is cold

James’s eyes open, and a moment later, so do Steve’s.

And they both reach out to you.

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

Every bit of fear in your chest evaporates. Your smile is no doubt dazzling.

So you join them.

And the way you look tonight

“Hello, beautiful,” says James, as Steve nuzzles the back of your neck.

Just the way you look tonight…

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A new addition to a series that I very much loved!

Daughter of Beauty Masterlist

Pairing: Aurora Stark x Bucky Barnes

Summary: The congressman and the demigoddess. It sounded good in the headlines. However, when the Avengers trademark causes a rift between her husband and the new Captain America, the pressures of being a Stark, the sole inheritor of said trademark, begin to mount.

Warnings: rivalry, romance, soft erotica

Author’s Note: I have a copy of Saving Grace on Google Docs if you’re interested in reading Aurora and Bucky’s backstory.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

#Bucky Barnes Fanfiction

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Oooh I KNEW it she was going to be extra special!

Thirst

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Original Character

Author’s Note: This is unedited as of today, but I’ll read it over tomorrow and edit it for sure! Wanted to get it out because the story is about to get into the good stuff.

Summary: Steve finds a clue into what might be happening to Bucky, and theres only one way to prove it right or wrong.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, descriptions of illness, hospitals, vampire related actions

Word Count: 1,957

Olivia-

Doctors had been in and out since Steve left. I’d been poked and prodded and monitored for the majority of yesterday and well into today.

It had been two days in this godforsaken white room and I missed my hotel room.

That’s right, hotel room, because I had spent yesterday evening piecing back together my foggy memory until I had finally put the picture together. I lived in Colorado in a small town. I worked the average unfulfilling job with a degree I didn’t use and absolutely no life outside of it.

And I felt empty. Bored and greedy for something more. For change.

Boy did I get what I asked for.

This was supposed to be a vacation. A fun little trip to the big city of New York. Take a break away from boredom and go somewhere with no one who knew who I was. I wanted to be exciting, go to parties and bars and have a good time!

Not get kidnapped by vampires and nearly murdered or trapped in some weird hospital room God knows where.

My office job sounded like heaven right now.

The door to the room creaked open, and I whipped around from where I had paused in my pacing. Steve stood there, a wrinkle between his dirty blonde brows. “I apologize for leaving you so abruptly the other day. I had something to handle.”

“Something that took two days?” I ask incredulously, throwing my arms out, “I’ve been poked and prodded by a bunch of strange people in lab coats like I’m some kinda alien with no other explanation than vampires and supernatural voodoo!”

“I am sorry.” He says slowly, folding his arms over his broad chest, “But there was something a lot more pressing than your comfort and knowledge.”

I gave him a withering look, “Apology not accepted, jerk.”

I watched his shoulders rise and fall in a defeated sigh, “Look, this would be a lot easier if it were just you involved in this, but there's a lot more going on that I have to deal with. The doctors are trying to make sure you aren’t changing, that you weren’t bitten during that whole fiasco. We’re all just trying to make sure you’re well. I would’ve gotten around to telling you that before, but you were too busy mocking me.”

Guilt crept its way into my stomach. Okay, maybe I needed to give this guy a bit more leash. “Sorry for that. I still don’t know if I believe it, but… You’re right. I should be more considerate.” I mumbled, shuffling my feet in shame.

Another sigh leaves him as he drops his crossed arms to motion to the hospital bed. “Would you sit?”

I nod, making my way over to plant myself on the edge. “So… why are you back now?”

His hand smoothed over the lower half of his face, scratching over his beard. “I need to take some blood samples as a final test. Are you alright with that?”

The mention of drawing blood made me a bit queasy, shifting my hands. “And then I can go home?”

Steve nods, “Yes. One last test and then we can send you home.”

His words bounce around in my brain a few times before I accept his terms. “I can’t look. Seeing it come out makes me nauseous.”

Steve chuckled at that, moving towards the door. “Give me a minute. Gonna go grab the nurse.”

I wait for a bit, jumping when it opens again and a young woman not much older than me by the looks of it, carts in a plethora of medical devices. I turn away as she draws my blood, feeling my heartbeat in my ears.

And then she’s putting a few small vials in a holder and leaving, quick and easy.

I rub the small cotton ball she taped to my arm, glancing at the apple and juicebox she left on the small table beside the bed. The only thing left was to wait for Steve to return and give me the all clear on my bloodwork.

Then I was homebound and I could forget this whole hellish nightmare of a vacation.

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Steve-

I stood outside the vault door to Bucky’s cell. My eyes studied the keypad, mind mulling over what I was about to do. The weight of the lie I’d told Olivia was great, and I feared what I was about to do would only make things worse. Much, much worse.

Two days ago, when I’d sat down at that computer in Banner’s lab, I’d spent the entire night digging through every vampire related report SHIELD possessed. When digital search came up short, I traveled down to records and requested the oldest texts and reports we didn’t have digitized. I’d gone through tomes and tomes of information. Vampire anatomy, brain chemistry, dissections, noted bloodlines, the original texts, all of it.

Only one small miniscule book held anything mildly close to what Bucky was experiencing.

What I dreaded might be true. Now, there was only one way to test the theory.

I punched the code into the vault, letting it draw open. Silence met me, and my stomach dropped as I rushed to the last cell, eyes wide and panic settling into my gut. Bucky sat with his back resting against the metal rungs of the bed, legs sprawled on the floor and the trashcan a short distance from him. His eyes remained closed and sunken, skin still that sickly pale color.

“Buck? Hey, pal, wake up.” I knocked on the glass, watching his chest rise slowly, “Buck.”

He stirred, eyelids fluttering open, “Sorry… just… So tired, Stevie. And hungry,” He groaned, head falling forward. “So hungry.”

“I know, pal. I’m working on it. Did the new batch of substitutes not work?” There was still hope. There had to be.

But his head shook slowly, “Just came back up. Hurt worse than the last time. Feels like my head is splittin’ open. Stomach hurts. Everything hurts.”

I nod, looking at the floor and feeling the ache from worrying my lip all day. This was it.

“I have something else. Something that might help.”

Bucky’s dark hair sways as his head lifts, eyes unfocused. “What?”

Moving towards the door of the glass cell, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out two vials. Their weight pressed heavily into my hand, one still warm.

I opened the slot in the door, dropping one into it and shutting it gently, listening to it roll against the metal as the other side allowed a hands width of space.

My friend shoved up from the floor, shoulders slumped as he dragged one foot after the other over to the door. The veins were back under his eyes, writhing and reddening his eyes. There was a flash of fangs when he winced, forearm coming up to catch himself against the glass as his other hand reached into the slot and snagged the vial.

“Donor?” He grunted out the question, thumb popping off the cap before I could answer. I could tell he was truly desperate at that moment. Bucky refused to drink human blood in fear of relapsing. To see him rush to down it so quickly where he’d normally walk the other way only fueled my concern further.

“Had a few bags brought in from a blood bank–,” but Bucky was rushing to the trashcan before I even got it out, his knees hitting the cement as he curled over the can and retched.

I could only watch as his muscles contracted, forcing everything out in violent shudders.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pain clear in his voice. “I can’t keep doin’ this, Stevie. It’s torture. I can… I can feel my body shutting down so slowly. I can feel myself growing hungrier. I’m losin’ it.”

Every word stung, and the panic in my gut only grew and muddled with guilt. “I have just one more, Buck. One more thing to try.”

His brown hair was already swaying as his bowed head shook over the can, “No. No more. I can’t keep doing this. It hurts, Steve.” When he looked up, there were tears in his reddened eyes, “It hurts so bad.”

I grit my teeth, leaning against the glass and pleading with him. “C’mon, pal. I need you to give this last one a go. Please? I can’t give up without trying everything.”

There was a moment I thought he’d truly refuse. That he’d turn away and force me to watch him rot away in this cell. But the minutes ticked by, and the subtlest nod of his head had me slotting the warm vile of blood into the shoot.

Bucky dragged himself back over to the door and used the wall to support himself as he reached into the slot and raised the vial.

His eyes focussed on it, shoulders rising as he inhaled deeply, and then his eyes were on mine. “What is this?”

But it wasn’t a question. Not truly. “It’s hers.”

“What?” His fist clenched a bit tighter against the vial, clearly tempted by it’s contents more than before. “Why are you–.”

“It’s my last option, Buck. It’s either this, or I watch you die and I can’t do that.” I mutter, clenching my teeth as I watch his veins crawl, his furrowed brows matching my own. “Just give it a try. Please.”

I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, eyes back on the vial in his hand. Just like before, he popped the lit off with his thumb and immediately stilled.

Bucky’s shoulders lifted once, then twice, as he inhaled. I watched in morbid fascination as his pupils blew wide and he threw back the vial, swallowing it down in a swift motion.

His arm wiped his mouth after, turning his body so that his back and head rested next to me on his side of the glass as I waited with bated breath.

And Waited… and waited.

But nothing happened.

His back remained pressed against the glass. No rushing to the trash can, no violent sickness wracked his body. There was just silence.

“It worked,” I managed to get out, eyes on his profile, “It worked, didn’t it?”

Only the crunching of glass answered me, drawing my eyes to the glass falling from his fist. Caution flickered in the back of my head as he turned towards me, forearm coming up to match my stance on the other side with his eyes still closed.

When he spoke, his voice was strained and low. “I’ve tasted it before.”

My heart stopped. “What?”

“That night. A drop slipped past the mask. Tasted her then. Could smell it the second that cap came off.” Bucky let out a long breath, “That’s what changed. Didn’t think it was any different than… than before. S’why I didn’t tell you.”

I clenched my hands, “So that’s what set you off?”

He nods slowly, “The smell of her… It’s not like anything I’ve ever smelled before. It’s intoxicating. Makes my head fuzzy.” Sharp teeth tugged his lip into his mouth, “Makes me hungry.”

When he opened his eyes, the veins were gone, and the red tint to his eyes lessened to an irritated pink. “What’s it mean, Steve?”

I pursed my lips, staying quiet as I tried to find an easy way to deliver my findings. “You’ve formed a bloodbond.”

I can’t meet his eyes knowing how this will affect him. Knowing that what I’m about to tell him shreds all hope he has in himself. It will tear any miniscule chance of alienating himself from what he is to pieces.

Because now, she’s his lifeline.

“Her blood is now your only option, Bucky.”

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Vampire Bucky?! With a mysterious illness after he has a run in with Olivia? I'm ready for more 😍

Fever Dream

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Original Character

Author’s Note: I’m really excited for this fic tbh so even if it flops I’m gonna keep writing it because I’m personally invested, and I must sink with this ship.

Summary: Waking up in an underground covert compound was NOT on Olivia’s bingo card. Unfortunately, the situation seems to only be getting worse.

Warnings: Slightly OOC Steve (idk I think he’d do it), mentions of blood, cursing, hospitals, depictions of illness and vomiting, vampy things

Word Count: 2,112

Too bright.

I was tired, my body was sore, and I had this god awful dream—

My eyes snapped open, momentarily blinded by the assault of fluorescence. I blinked several times, pushing up abruptly to take in the stark white walls of an unfamiliar room. A room that looked an awful lot like a hospital room.

“Easy, you’re safe.”

I could’ve jumped out of my skin, nearly falling off the mattress I laid on as I took in the man next to me. He looked somewhat familiar, but I didn’t know him. “Who are you? Where am I?”

The man shuffled in his seat, blonde hair swept back with a few strands dangling about eye level, and a thick beard well-kept at his jaw. “My name is Steve. I was part of the team that rescued you. You’re in a secured place.”

“Rescued me?” I frowned, trying to recall what situation I would’ve been in to have needed to be rescued. I came up blank. “I don’t remember needing to be rescued…”

“It’s completely normal to be a little disoriented. It’ll come back to you.” The man—Steve— says with a smile. It’s a nice smile, but I’m still too unsure to really appreciate it.

“O—Kay… This is really weird. You seem nice and all, but I'm seriously confused as to how I got here and I feel like I’ve got a killer hangover but I know I didn’t drink last night.” I groaned as a zing of pain shot through my head, and I squeezed my eyes closed again. “In fact, I don’t even remember getting to bed last night, but I had this awful dream about these… things. And I cut my hand—.”

I glanced down at my hand, which should have been completely fine if I had gone to bed like I thought I did. But instead, it was wrapped neatly with a bandage and gauze right where I had supposedly sliced it in my dream. And I wasn’t in the clothes I was pretty sure I should’ve been in. Instead, I wore a flimsy hospital gown.

I yanked the sheet up under my chin, staring at my bandaged hand. “My hand is cut.”

“It is. You cut it on—.”

“A loose nail in a shop trying to get away from those things.” I finish, because that’s what happened in my dream. But if he knew, and obviously my hand was cut, then it wasn’t a dream.

“Holy fucking shit.” I mumble, running my uninjured hand through my hair and forgetting the sheet momentarily before yanking it back up.. “Holy shit! That was real? Those things tried to eat me!”

Steve raised his hands in a placating gesture, a grim look on his face. “Yes, they were real, but you're safe here. I promise. I know my word isn't much since I’m a stranger to you, but it’s all I’ve got to offer right now. You have a small concussion, probably from getting hit in the head in your house when they took you.”

I just stare at him wide eyed. I probably looked like a madwoman. But he was the one feeding my delusions.

Or we were both delusional.

Or maybe he wasn’t real at all and I’m just talking to myself in some random room—

“I can tell you’re seriously in your head right now. I’ll go get a doctor so they can give you a better understanding of what happened and your injuries.” Steve’s words interrupted my internal dilemma, yanking me back into supposed reality.

“Wait! Wait, okay, so maybe what you're saying is true. My hand is obviously cut, so my dream was real and those…”

“They’re Vampires. That’s what they were.”

Honest to God, I couldn't help but laugh. Hysterically. For five whole minutes.

“I really am going to go get the doctor now—.”

“You’re telling me,” I finally managed to collect myself, wiping the tears and taking in big gulps of air, “that I was attacked by vampires?”

Steve stares at me for a moment longer than comfortable as if he was debating if it was even worth continuing to try and explain to me before he answered slowly. “Yes. They were vampires.”

“That’s literally insane.”

I could tell poor Steve was losing his patience. “It does sound far fetched, but there's a lot the general public isn't allowed to know.”

And then I’m taking in what he’s wearing. It’s a suit, but not a government type business suit. Like a military suit. Lots of straps and belts in deep navy and burgundy, and those heavy-duty looking boots.

There's a holstered handgun at his hip that nearly blends into the material of his pants. Just past that, leaning against the wall by the door, is a shield with colors to match his uniform.

And there's dried blood on parts of it.

Before I have the opportunity to lose my marbles and scream my head off like any normal person would do, he’s speaking again.

“I work for a division of the government that’s been kept secret for a very long time. It’s called SHIELD. My job, and the job of those who work in this department, is to protect the world from the knowledge and harm of supernatural and otherworldly forces. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. Very few civilians know about us.” Steve stands there with his hands on his hips and a tired look in his eyes. “If you want, I can explain more after a doctor has a look at you—.”

“Captain Rogers,” A woman interrupts, her head peeked through the door, “There's a situation on level 6.”

At that, Steve’s whole demeanor changed. His spine stiffened, and his hand rested on the sidearm at his hip. “I’ll be right there.”

He turned back to me, blue eyes stern. “A doctor will be in to give you a check over and then we can talk about getting you back home. Don’t give anyone any trouble while you’re here. We’re trying to make sure you’re in good health.”

“But—!”

And with that, he snagged the shield from the floor and slid out the door. It locked behind him with a solid click.

And I was alone with a mountain of questions.

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Steve-

Level 6. Bucky’s floor.

It was the furthest underground, secured by a vault door and mostly reserved for when we were interrogating supernatural individuals. Occasionally, it was used to keep Bucky contained when he had an episode.

Today, Bucky was confined to the 12’ by 12’ room for 24 hours. Standard protocol.

Still didn't sit well with me, but Buck insisted we stick to it.

“Buck?” I called as I slipped through the main vault door, listening to the heavy locks slide back into place before I tried to speak again. “Buck, Alice said you were having some problems?”

Alice, the kind young woman that monitored Bucky’s cell when things like this happened, had informed me he was acting strangely.

“Bucky?” I tried again as I made it to the end of the row of cells, peering into the last one on the right.

My best friend sat with his back turned to me, hair disheveled and his neck glossy with sweat. His metal hand gripped the small trash bin that normally sat in the curtained off section of the cell.

“Sorry, Steve.” He mumbled, his voice shaking, “I really don’t know what happened back there.”

My shoulders lost some of their tension at his voice. At least he was talking.

Sometimes Bucky had episodes. They ranged mostly from mild symptoms of hunger; veins that wouldn’t recede, dry mouth, quick temper. But sometimes… sometimes he got violent. It was mostly in the beginning when he first arrived back at SHIELD. He’d black out, wouldn’t remember bashing his fists into the cell or breaking anything he could. Sometimes he’d mutilate his shoulder where metal meets flesh. Sometimes he wouldn’t talk at all and would stare at a wall for days refusing to eat.

It was painful to watch him recover in those first few years. Now, it was mostly small things. Just fragments of the Devil he used to be.

Today seemed different.

“Is the girl alright? I didn’t… I didn’t hurt her, did I?” Bucky was startlingly quiet as he asked it. As if he was so sure the answer would hurt him.

“She's fine, Pal. She just woke up and doesn't really remember much. Not yet, anyways. She’s just disoriented.” I wish there was more reassurance to give him to take away that look in his eyes. That look of terror.

“That’s good. It’s good.” He mumbles to himself, nodding. “I’m glad I didn’t— that nothing happened.”

I take a few steps to the side to better see him. Vampires couldn’t walk in the sun, as most lore has stated, so their skin was normally paler than most. He used to be tan, used to walk in the sun and play catch with me back then.

Now, he was just like those that turned him.

His skin was terribly, awfully close to being translucent at the moment which was definitely not normal. Those veins, the ones that made themselves known when he caught the scent of blood, were writhing under his eyes. It wasn’t uncommon to see that after one of his episodes, but his eyes were bloodshot and a concerning color.

“What’s going on with you, Pal?” I leaned against the glass, peering at him.

“I-I don’t know. It’s worse than normal. Something’s—.” He didn’t have enough time to finish his sentence before he yanked the trash can up and heaved into it.

I stared at him in shock, watching his body curl over the can as he wretched.

Vampires didn't get sick. Vampires didn't puke. Something was horribly, terribly wrong. “Bucky, you need to eat. Now.” It was the only thing I could think of. If he got deficient, sometimes he got weaker. Maybe this was something like that.

Bucky coughed, spitting into the can and sucking in a couple breaths. “I can’t.”

I frowned, shifting against the glass. “What do you mean you can’t?”

The veins grew darker, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair to smooth it away from his face. “Banner left me a few bags of substitutes. I tried to drink them. Downed the first, and it came right back up.” He swallowed, licking his lips. “My body feels like it’s on fire, Steve. I don’t know what to do.”

There was a tremor of fear in his voice, and I felt it settle into my bones. “Listen, we’re going to figure out what’s going on. Maybe it was a bad batch of substitute. I’ll have Banner look into it, alright?”

I watched his dark hair swat as he nodded, and then heaved into the trash can again.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to talk to him now.”

I didnt wait for a response before I set a brusque pace toward the vault door and scanned my tag, slipping through and not waiting to hear it shut. Banner’s lab was only a few floors up, but the elevator ride felt like years.

When I finally managed to make it to the lab, Banner was seated over a microscope. His head popped up when the glass door slid closed behind me. “Cap?”

“Was the last substitute batch bad? Was there any difference between it and the stuff he had this afternoon?” I felt agitated, scared, even. What could be wrong?

Banner stood, already shaking his head. “N-no, there was no difference. It was from the same batch. Why? What’s wrong?”

I grit my teeth, looking at the walls for answers I knew they wouldn’t have. “Bucky can’t eat any of it. His body is rejecting it.”

“What?”

“He’s sitting in that cell hurling, Banner. He shouldn’t— They can’t get sick! I don’t understand!”

“Hey, woah, I’m sure it’s something fixable. Maybe… maybe the batch was bad and it’s just a late response? I’ll check it out right now.” He hurried towards the fridges, and I began pacing.

I paced and paced, because what if it wasn’t the substitutes? What if it wasn’t something fixable? What if he was reverting back to… to what I’d found him as?

I sunk into a nearby chair, pulling up SHIELD case files, and I began punching in anything that might bring me some answers.

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Happy birthday to me! The end end is here! This was one of the best stories I've read in 10+ years of ff reading and I loved every single chapter of it!

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Epilogue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 5k ~ Total Story count: 162k

Summary: When you and Bucky are both accidentally hit with sex pollen while on a mission, you're determined to keep your relationship status at friendship, even if you’d like it to be more. Even if you think he feels the same. Even if you accidentally end up pregnant. Even if it kills you.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Happy ending is guaranteed, despite warnings. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which we see three mornings in Avengers Tower, in reverse order.

It is a beautiful morning in New York City. The sky is clear, the air is crisp, the leaves are all the gorgeous shades of fall. There are four people in your apartment in Avengers Tower, and only one of them is not crying.

(Spoiler: it's not the baby.)

Cross-posting to Tumblr will begin sometime in June.

Posts will include the header image above and use the tag #not a fairy tale kiss verse. Let me know if you have questions or concerns; my main goal is to make reading easy, accessible, and not spam the tag. Send me an ask/DM and I can tag you when I start!

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EVERYBODY CALM DOWN IT'S HAPPENING

Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Chapter 75

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 2.9k ~ Total Story count: 160k ~ This is the last chapter; the epilogue will be posted on Friday.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Trigger warnings include discussion of abortion, failed pregnancies, deaths of both mom & baby--not the MC! Full warnings on AO3. Here is your guaranteed happy ending. Please see AO3 for full A/N and tags.

Chapter Summary: In which there is... a baby. (I did promise.)

“Darlin’,” says Bucky for what must be the thousandth time, “protest all you want. It’s apparently happening.” “Nope. I refuse. Steve. Tell them I refuse!” “What are you refusing?” Steve frowns as he approaches. “What happened? Did you get hurt?” “She’s fine,” says Helen. “She’s just in labor.�� Everybody instantly goes quiet. “Lies!” you yell. “I am not in labor, I refuse, this is Breakdown-Picks or whatever—” “Braxton-Hicks, and no it isn’t,” says Helen grimly, adjusting the monitor on your stomach and setting up the IV. “I’m giving you tocolytics, they should slow everything down, if not stop the contractions entirely.” “Why do we even have those in here?” you demand. “No one on the Quinjet is allowed to be pregnant, have you not heard Steve’s grumbling?” “Maggie was hella cranky when she was in labor,” says Scott. You point at him. “Go. Away.”

That kid's gonna be born grounded if it doesn't start listening soon. Find out what happens on AO3.

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Once I'm done posting NAFTK on AO3, I will start cross-posting the chapters here. (Just the epilogue left.) I'd do it now but trying to track multiple postings will make my head explode. Simultaneous cross-posting of future x Reader and NAFTK stories will be the rule. Let me know if you have questions or concerns; my main goal is to make reading easy, accessible, and not spam the tag. Chapters will use the tag #not a fairy tale kiss verse, or send me an ask/DM and I can tag you when I start!

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 26

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Reader gets a phone call and there's someone at the door.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of past trauma.

When you stir you have no idea what time it is. You feel around for your phone and discover it’s just after 5am. You’d slept for ten hours.

You stretch and find that everything aches. You let out a groan and roll onto your side, pulling one of the pillows into your chest and hugging it tightly. Your mind strays to Steve and you’re tempted to peek out the window and see if he’s on the deck. He’s been dozing in the rocking chair apart from the night you sent him off to sleep via Pietro. Sometimes one of the others is at his side and sometimes he’s sketching or reading. You think he knows you’re peeking at him. He smiles once in a while, even when it’s just him and it makes you wonder what it’d be like for this to be your life. The strokes of his pen to paper, his soft smiles and his scent burrowing up your nose.

Your thoughts pause as Steve’s scent nears the shield. Bucky’s is alongside it and you hear them near, voices soft and lowered. Your white wolf ears pick up your name, questions of if you’ve eaten and if you’re ok. Again, you wonder if this is what it’d be like to share a home with them. Although it’s not been said, you’re sure they do live together. Their scents are so heavily mixed together, that one always lingers on the other’s clothes. Your thoughts move to Tyler and Jacob. From the little you’ve seen Bucky and Steve are closer than they are, and their scents certainly mix differently. Bucky and Steve are more like Billy and Frank when it comes to their relationship as pack brothers. The two pairs clearly deeply connected. Tyler and Jacob were closest when you were there but for reasons you’d tried to forget about. You huff and pull the covers over your head.

You doze for another hour and startle awake as you sense another witch nearby.

Wanda. It seems she’s dropped her shield and a pull of the witch wound lets you know she’s trying to let you know she’s there. You can tell her connection to the wound is unpractised and shaky. You pull back softly and you sense a nudge back. It’s flurried, like butterflies in your tummy and you sense an edge of excitement and nervousness.

You’re shocked when she suddenly mind links with you.

“Hello Luna.”

The whole of the time you’ve been here none of the pack have tried to mind link to you. Even unmated, Steve as the alpha of the pack and as YOUR alpha would have been able to, but he hadn’t. Nor had Bucky or Sam. In fact the only person that had was Natasha, all those weeks ago in the woods.

You’d ignored it back then, putting it down to her being mated to a witch but there was no ignoring the reason now. Not with Wanda connecting to you.

“Luna?” She pushed again. You couldn’t exactly ignore her. She knew you were awake from the pulling of the wound. Part of you also wondered if she was uncomfortable with you being there.

“Good morning Wanda.” You replied. “How are you?”

“You know my name.”

“Of course I do. It would be rude of me to not know the name of a sister so close by.”

You felt warmth through the bond.

“And is that sister as a witch or as part of our pack?”

“I take it you’ve not spoken to Steve yet?” You said back amused. Did she really think you’d be mated already? You had only met days ago, even if it did feel longer.

“No, though he’s currently talking to Natasha outside our cabin. Oh Natasha is annoyed. She’s calling the men idiots.”

You cackle with laughter.

“Can you hear why?” You pry.

“Something about you and that he shouldn’t listen to my brother.”

“He meant well and to be fair I did open my shield to him, and the stew was good.”

You stretch and take a few wobbly steps over to the window, as Wanda tells you that the stew is her recipe and she wished she’d been first to make it for you. You discreetly peek through the curtains and find Pietro and Clint on the deck of the old cabin opposite. Both are drinking what looks to be coffee as they rock back and forth in the rocking chairs. They are both wearing workout gear and you wonder what time these people wake up to be already in workout gear and drinking coffee and you really hoped this wasn’t a pack standard.

“Your brother is currently exchanging laughs with Clint on the deck of that old cabin. I think they’re on guard.”

“On guard?” Wanda replied, confusion in her question.

“Oh one of them has been there the whole time, sometimes two. Sam and Bucky followed me to the shops.”

Wanda replied in what you guessed was her native Sokovian or Russian. When you asked what she had said she replied.

“Idiot boys.”

No other words followed and you knew she’d stopped mind linking to you. A brief pull on the wound followed and then it was cold and gone.

Resigned to the fact you had probably slept enough you decided it was time to start your day. You showered quickly and pulled on some comfortable clothes and mismatched socks, as you realised you definitely needed to do laundry. You started with what you had in the cottage, setting up the first load and summoning the bag of dirty laundry from your car. You’re surprised to find that Pepper has a traditional washing line along with the fancy Stark Home heater airer. The thought of peeking out the window and looking for Steve rolled around in the back of your mind but your nose confirmed he was further away than the deck.

You made yourself some breakfast, but halfway through eating you found yourself questioning what you were doing. You rarely ate breakfast. When you agreed for Billy to make it for you it was usually nearer to lunchtime, something Frank had often scolded you for. He’d knocked it off when you explained it was because your mother had rarely given it to you. Something else you’d need to tell Steve.

As it’s time to hang out the washing you decide to give the place a bit of a spring clean and throw open the curtains and windows. You turn on some music and dare to glance over at the deck. No one is there. Not an alpha, beta or omega. Your omega whimpered and your wolf huffed, both in disappointment.

You weren’t sure how you felt about nobody being there and distracted yourself with cleaning and dealing with the laundry. A little while later you’re going through emails, checking your bank accounts and bills.

There are a few emails from friends, a cousin here and there, but the first one immediately annoys you.

Tyler Call me

Hilda Hey sweetie, I don’t know if you’re getting my messages but I just wanted to check you were okay? We heard all about that trouble in Queensborough. Please let us know. We’re worried.

Oh and Sabrina’s pregnant again!

Hilda X

Harlan Please tell me that wasn’t you?

Harlan I know now it was. I tried to cover your hospital bill. I know your insurance doesn’t cover fancy hospitals like that. Seems Stark has you covered. Fiona is keep me updated but I’d like to hear from you.

Ransom Do you need anything?

Ransom P.S. I’m still not being an asshole

Luna Diana Hello little one I’m worried. Tyler is trying to reach you. We heard that town you stay in sometimes had some trouble. Everything ok? Please little one, I’m so worried. I always worry we’ve not done enough for you.

You wonder how much people know. Matt had told you to avoid going online.

“It’s just a mess of false news and conspiracy theories. There’s no need to bother yourself with it.”

So you hadn’t. But clearly this was big news. Hydra and Agatha had finally been taken down and you had played apart. A realisation washed over you as to how much effort Frank and Billy and the pack had taken to keep you safe. Steve, Stark and the pack had too. Letting you stay in one of the most secure compounds there was.

You couldn’t put your own neck on the line when they’d tried to keep your name out it and to keep you away from the attention this would bring, or the danger it could bring from Hydra and Agatha’s super-fans.

You sent replies that were polite, conversational and gave nothing away. Drawing the conversation to another point in some way. An hour or so later and with still no sign of the pack, you make yourself some lunch. You have a craving for salad and you’re halfway through when you realise what’s happening. Eating better, cleaning, washing. Were you starting to nest and prep for an alpha. Your alpha?

You jumped from your seat as your suppressant alarm started and you checked your levels before injecting yourself. You ignored the pull to burrito yourself in a blanket and decided to check on Storm instead. You video call and laugh hysterically when she tells you Logan has been peed on twice. She asks you to visit tomorrow and you promise to bring her a sweet treat. You hear Logan huff in the background.

After a few more loads of laundry, you decide on watching a movie and settle down with a couple of blankets. You huff when you realise what you’ve done but don’t kick them off. You sniff a little and realise there’s still no sign of the pack and drop the shield but lock the doors.

You're about to drift off to sleep when your phone rings. You pull it from your burrito blanket as Frank's name flashes across the screen. Shit. He was bound to know something, especially as Elektra had spoken with Bucky. You pushed yourself up and tried to sound awake.

"Hey Frankie."

"Hey Frankie? That's what you have to say?"

"Ermmm"

"Ermmm now. You don't have anything else to say? To tell me?"

"Ermmmm, Storm had the baby!" You say.

"I already know about that, Summers let Billy know."

You stayed silent. Sure you'd let Frank know you'd got there safely and your location was still shared with him, but you'd not told him you were Steve's or that you'd phoned your mother. You don't know what to say. Things between you, Billy and Frank had felt very final, and you weren't there's, but still you felt guilty. A guilt that you couldn't really explain. Guilt for getting a second chance, and for not telling them.

"Baby, did you think I'd be mad?"

"I wasn't sure."

"I'm not surprised."

"What?"

"I'm not surprised that you're Rogers' mate, kinda makes sense."

"How?"

"Well, you're each other's second chance, did he tell you that? That you're his second chance?"

"It's been mentioned but we've not really spoken much."

Frank sighs.

"Yeah, I heard you were being stubborn."

"Who's being telling tales?"

"I need you to listen to me, alright? Let me finish before you start yelling or throwing Rogers around again."

You didn't answer.

"Omega."

"Fine.

"Rogers met with Matt."

"WHAT!!??"

"Let me finish." He told you firmly.

Frank went on to explain that Steve had contacted Matt, before you'd even reached their compound, asking if they should expect any visits from the agencies that had already interviewed you. Steve had assured Matt you'd be safe in their compound and the day after your dramatic arrival he'd called Matt again asking if they'd be any comeback on you. He'd also had a lengthy meeting with Matt and Fury. He'd also ask if Frank would be open to a conversation with him about the events at the dock, but he'd declined, expecting it was more about you. Elektra and Luke had spoken to Bucky and Sam instead.

"They're trying to keep you safe kid, all of them. As much as Rogers and I haven't always seen eye to eye in the field, he's one of the good ones. Fights for what he thinks is right, and if your second chance isn't me, or me and Bill. Then it's probably Rogers. Talk to him kid, let him explain why you're his second chance too."

"Frankie, what if I tell him everything and if doesn't want me?"

"Then you call me and I'll come get you, and I'll beat his ass too."

You hear Billy in the background, shouting something about Bucky and kicking his ass too. You smile and let out a huff of laughter.

"Always got my back boys."

"I told you kid, just call me."

The mention of Bucky's name, makes your mind wander and you decide to ask Frank something that's been in and out your mind since you watched Bucky from the kitchen window as he unpacked your car.

"Frank, can I ask you something about Bucky?"

"Go on."

"I noticed how he's different to the other betas I've met."

"How so?"

"Well, he's not built like Billy, Tyler, or Clint, although I've only seen him from across the garden, and on the road too, back home, wherever I've been. His shoulders are broad, and his arms, well, I know one is metal but his arms."

"You got a crush on Barnes?"

You hear Billy say something again and Frank tells him off again, but firmer this time.

"No, I just, I can't explain it."

"You know as a Luna, it's possible...."

"Don't, I just wondered that was all."

"He wasn't always built like that baby." Frank tells you softly. "You know what Hydra and those terrorists they used out in Afghanistan did to prisoners of war right?"

"Yeah."

"Now, put the two together."

"Oh goddess, they played with his presentation?"

"I'm not going to say anymore, that's up to him, but he'll probably need you just like we did."

"Okay." You reply.

A scent suddenly washes up your nose. Natasha. The click of the gate lets you know she's coming up the front path. A knock at the door comes soon after. You unwrap yourself from the blankets and tell Frank you have a visitor. You use your free hand to open the door, the other still holding the phone to your ear. Natasha stands there, a bottle of vodka in one hand and homemade cake in the other.

"Hey." She says, almost sheepishly.

"Can I help you?" You smirk at her.

"Can we talk?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"If those are for me and how long your story is."

She huffs out a laugh.

"Long, would it help if I said I'd send for pizza too?"

"Fine."

You step back from the door, letting her in and ending your call with Frank.

"Frankie, I'm gonna need to call you back. There's a redhead here with vodka, cake and a long story."

Natasha doesn't miss that he tells you firmly to call him back later and calls you baby. You place down your phone on the kitchen counter where Nat has set out two glasses and is pouring out the vodka.

When she looks up at you she feels a wash of nerves, something she doesn't feel often. Most people are intimated when they first meet her. You're clearly not. You're perched on one of the stools, arms folded across your chest, your eyes flash gold as you stare her down.

Only this isn't the first time you've met, and you're clearly still pissed about her not telling you what was really going on in the woods all those weeks ago.

"Go on then Romanoff, I'm ready for your long story."

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Not me eating up anything that comes from Max and Bucky's story 😂

Essence

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Character

Summary: An undercover OP forces Bucky and Max into an interesting predicament. Wills are tested, and tension runs hot. Could this be what forces Bucky to face his feelings, or only serve to fuel the flames of their never ending feud?

Author’s Note: A little something me and my bestie thought up for funzies. This has very little to do with the main storyline I’ve written for Bucky and Max so I wouldn’t try and put it into a timeline or anything! Lmk if you want a part two! Thinking about making one.

Warnings: Adult themes, strip club, lap dances, suggestive content, Bucky being absolutely down bad, Sam being Sam (slightly annoying), cursing, canon violence, probably a lot more but that’s the main stuff.

Word Count: 2,432

“This is fucking stupid.”

Bucky sat in the muggy atmosphere of ‘Essence’, a strip club rumored to be frequented by their current target; Oliver Cade. Cade was a drug dealer and very well known in the sex trafficking ring. Recently, he’d made a suspiciously large amount of money very quickly. So, a select few Sword and Shield agents were put undercover to take him out.

That’s the only reason he’d ever find himself in a place like this. Missions took him to a plethora of unsavory places he’d rather never return to, and he was beginning to think this was crawling to the top of that list.

Maybe it was because of his age and the time period he grew up in, or maybe it was the fact that the scantily clad men and women of the club were just a little too lewd and unsavory for his taste. There was just no part of this scene that sparked what most people chased in a place like this.

“Language.” Sam snapped back, yanking Bucky back out of his head. The sass filtering through the comm tucked away in Bucky’s ear only fueled his irritation. “Steve wouldn’t approve.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, “Don’t say that. You’re not Steve.”

“But he would say that if–.”

But Sam didn’t get to finish his retort before Bucky cut in again, “Where’s Max? Didn’t you say she would be here by now?”

Sam chuckled in his ear, “She’s managed to impress the club owner and snagged herself a top spot as their main act. Means anyone wanting a private show will pay a pretty penny to have her, including our guy. It’s perfect, really. She’s exactly what he goes for.”

Anger roiled in Bucky’s veins as Sam prattled on. He hated these types of missions. Not only were they unpleasant, but they made agents particularly vulnerable. Minimal clothing meant no way to hide a weapon, which is exactly why Bucky and a few other agents scattered throughout the club were carrying concealed weapons. They were the backup if things went south, but with the crowded room and the close proximity in which the dancers had to be with clients, it was practically guaranteed the undercover agent was in harm's way.

Max, fortunately, was a weapon in herself. That was one of the few reasons Bucky didn’t feel like he was going to crawl out of his skin.

The other reason was the burning curiosity keeping him seated on the plush velvet booth encircling a dance poll. A poll that was currently being used by what looked like an airbrushed mermaid.

The Essence Club was known for its more extravagant and odd caterings. For instance, tonight was a themed night. The dancers were all dressed and done up to appear ethereal in some sort of way. Some were decked in bejeweled gowns and tiaras, others with their skin painted blues and greens to mimic nymphs of fairy tales.

A part of Bucky was looking forward to Max’s performance, but the stronger part dreaded it. Why? He didn’t want to face that particular answer.

Max and Bucky teetered on a fence of mild tolerance and outright warfare. Max was every bit the morally grey individual he was set out to put down, and yet he couldn’t. Bucky respected her skill and grace in their field of work, and despite her questionable methods, she was efficient and her casualties were low.

Not to mention the fact that their pasts were interwoven in ways he couldn’t yet decipher. The memories of a certain white-haired assassin were faded and muddled in his mind.

It made him uneasy. And so did the heat that always bloomed in his chest when she caught his eyes.

No, Bucky had decided he despised Max, but it was his job as her partner in this to make sure she made it out.

So, he begrudgingly remained in the stuffy club and nursed a glass of bourbon.

Seconds later, the lights shut off, and a spotlight illuminated the center stage. A rather gaudy individual bejeweled in a black and red dress addressed the club goers in a sultry smooth voice. “Good evening, and welcome to Essence where fantasies become realities. How is the crowd tonight?”

There was a chorus of hoots and shouts of excitement from everyone around Bucky, and he sunk a bit lower in his seat.

“How lovely! Well, you're in for a treat tonight.” They quirked a brow, red painted lips tilted in a sly smile. “We have been visited tonight by a special guest. A rarely met Fae of great beauty and even more alluring talent. A being capable of shapeshifting and illusion, a manipulator of minds and dreams…”

The crowd rumbled with curiosity, and Bucky himself sat up more as the introduction neared its end.

“I bring you,” a long pause followed their words, drawing out the anticipation, “Sidhe.”

The spotlight fades, as does the crowd's murmurs as the curtains draw to reveal the silhouette of a woman.

A very scantily clad woman that definitely looked too familiar.

Bucky swallowed hard, trying and failing to tear his gaze from her as the spotlight enveloped her in a blue light.

Max looked like a goddess.

She was covered in what looked like sheer silver silks. The fabric wound around her body, accentuating every dip and curve of her as she walked. The ends of the silks whispered across the floor behind her heels, flowing across the floor like a silver stream of starlight. Bucky couldn't blink, couldn’t breathe. Every inch of her was barely covered, barely withheld from the gazes of dozens of drunken men.

Barely withheld from him.

Bucky watched as she drew her hand up, her fingernails long like claws and painted a glossy opaque, and trailed them up her throat as her head fell back just as a thrumming music began.

And then she was moving. Not like he’d seen her do a million times on the battlefield, with her sharp clean precision and power. Not harsh and violent. No… no, the way her body moved now?

Bucky had never been so captivated.

Her claws wound into her wild white hair, tousling the short white locks as her hips swayed rhythmically, flowing with the music and drawing everyone’s eyes to the way her body followed the beat.

Those blue eyes glinted under the lights, like the mirrored pupils of a predator stalking prey; flickering over each of her admirers. The sight would normally make people feel unsettled. To see such a strange quality on a human being in broad daylight. Here in this moment though, as she drew her hands down the lean muscles of her abdomen, it was nothing more than erotic.

Bucky’s pants grew tight, and he tore his eyes from her. He shouldn’t be here. Maybe a high beam, or the back where he couldn’t see her. Where he couldn’t be tempted by her.

Because that’s what he was. Tempted. And he was utterly terrified of the feeling.

Max had always been open with her attraction to him, he knew how she felt. He knew that he’d— that the Winter Soldier— had something with her. Something more.

And it was starting to bleed into his own feelings towards her.

But they were co-workers. Partners. He couldn’t feel that way for her.

The soldier's attention was drawn back to the stage as Max dropped to the floor, the thin fabrics of her dress fluttering down around her. A few gasps were echoed, and several men leaned forward to check if she had fainted.

Bucky found himself leaning too. Glass forgotten and eyes searching, worry blooming in his gut—

Those mirrored eyes were on him. Focused, purposeful, as the music grew more melodic and the base thumped louder. She ground her hips into the air, a smirk growing on her face as she trapped him within her gaze.

She wanted him watching.

“She’s, uh, really playing her part.” Sam coughed into his ear, startling him enough he pressed his back harshly into the booth seat to put some distance between himself and the temptress in front of him.

He’d forgotten they were on a mission. Shit.

Sam sounded off again, “Our target still isn’t as interested as we need him to be. She’s gotta do something to get his attention.”

There was a pause as Sam patched Max into the comm line. “Max, you need to take it up a notch. Target still isn't chomping at the bit for you yet.”

Sam’s sudden intrusion on comms didn't seem to interrupt Max at all, not a moment of hesitation interrupting her performance. In fact, the intrusion seemed to spur her even more.

Bucky watched with bated breath as her hips lifted up, up, up. The fabric of her dress pooled on the glossy black stage, slipping higher and higher on her legs to reveal those supple thighs. Her skin seemed to glow in the light, shimmering and soft. The sight betrayed the true power he knew her body possessed.

Max hooked her legs around the pole before him, her back arching as she lifted off the floor. The pole spun with her momentum, showcasing her dance like a doll in a display case.

Bucky was both enraptured with her, and utterly disgusted with himself for the vile thoughts that began tugging at his mind at the sight of her. Here, like this, he couldn’t deny his attraction to her. The curves of her body, the spark in those glass eyes…

Fuck.

She moved towards him, eyes locked on his, her body moving with fluid grace. Max looked every bit like an ethereal huntress as she dropped from the stage and prowled forward.

His eyes track her movements, the sway of her hips with each heeled step towards him. Bucky suddenly felt too hot, too constricted in his clothes under her haughty gaze.

And that was absolutely nothing compared to the blaze he felt when one of those opaque claws scraped its way teasingly from his knee to his thigh.

If there was a god, Bucky didn't know whether to praise it or curse it into oblivion.

Max leaned over, that finger settling just below his hip and tracing figure eights. “Care to be my partner for the night? I need your help making good ole Oliver jealous, and you're the only one in his direct line of sight.”

Her voice was sinfully soft and ever so sweet. With her fingernail tracing his leg, the heat of her body so close to his, her breath on his ear… God, how was he supposed to keep his head on straight?

A gruff ‘sure’ was all he managed to say. Too distracted by the suffocating heat rising under his skin.

Max smiled, the image every bit sinful, as she eased herself onto his lap. His hands withdrew from his legs, raised in the air just inches from where her weight settled against him, eyes wide and heart pounding.

This would be the end of him.

“Come on Buck, act like you’ve seen a woman before.” Sam whispers into the comms, and it brings a sly smile to Max’s face.

Her hands plant on the back of the booth, nails clacking against the crimson stained wood as she leans forward. Bucky could smell her perfume and the mint on her breath, a cocktail of something deep and rich. A drug a part of him begged to let consume him.

Max shifted her weight, her ass pressing into his thighs and her shoulders swaying to the thrum of music. Her chest heaved in his face; dampened with sweat and shimmering under the lights. It took every bit of his self control to tear his eyes away and pin them to the ceiling.

And then she laughed. Soft and teasing. A thumb brushed his chin, the drag of those nails behind his ear and the press of her palm against his cheek bringing him right back to her.

“Target has some interest now.” Sam comments into the comms, but it’s barely a whisper over the thrum of Bucky’s heart and the heavy beats of the music.

Max leans forward, chest pressing into his own as her lips brush his ear. “Looking a little out of depth there, Soldier. Want me to do all the work?”

That lit a fuse in his brain, stirring his irritation. Irritation was good, distracting.

Except that she was poking at his dignity, and he was competitive at heart.

Before he could think it through, his hands were settling against her thighs and tugging her forward. It was a quick, smooth move that had her seated right over him and their faces inches apart. There was the slightest flicker of surprise in her eyes before a slow, satisfied smile settled onto her features.

He’d done it now.

Max shifted her hips as the beat changed, grinding them downwards on his lap. Bucky’s breath shuttered, and he could feel his heart pounding with the rhythm of the music she danced to. Her eyes were on him, drinking him up, and he just knew that she caught every micro expression he was desperately trying to cover.

Those nails grazed his scalp as she cradled the back of his head, moving forwards to angle his face into her chest, and tilting her hips just a fraction—

Stars exploded in his brain as she rubbed directly against him, pulling a groan from him.

“Someone’s worked up.” Her lips were brushing his ear again, his hands traveling up to grip her hips as she continued her torturous movements. “Makes for a good show.”

Frustrated, Bucky grit his teeth and held her eyes as he wove his metal fingers in her dress and pulled her down.

The delicate little sound she made nearly broke him.

But before he could short circuit and haul her somewhere private, Sam was in their ears. “Targets making a move. Looks like he’s heading towards the Owner with a wad of cash in hand. The plan worked.”

And then Max was moving off of him. She stood, smoothed over her dress, and turned to sway herself back to the stage as the men around whooped and whistled and begged for her attention.

Bucky’s chest heaved, dick aching as he watched her mount the pole again as another song started and began another dance.

Damn the mission, damn that stupid punk-ass target, damn it all.

He wanted to make her pay.

And he’d get his revenge by the end of this one way or another.

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Not a Fairy Tale Kiss, Chapter 74

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Avenger!OFC (2nd person POV)

This Chapter word count: 1.7k ~ Total Story count: 157k ~ Chapters will be posted every Tuesday and Friday until the story is complete.

(Spoiler Alert: it might actually kill you. Good luck with that.)

Chapter Summary: In which there is a reunion, a revelation, and a realization.

You glance at the screens—the blip is a lot closer now, and the form on the visual much clearer. It’s Bucky—or the Winter Soldier—but it’s him, on a motorcycle of all things, and he’s not heading exactly towards you… Except now he is. There’s a distinct point on the graph where the straight line turns, and if he wasn’t heading toward the jet before, he is now. Cap’s still talking. “If it’s Bucky, he’ll understand why you’re playing it safe. And if it’s not… then you’ll be safe. You can’t fight the Soldier. I can barely hold him off.” You close your eyes and breathe deep, lifting your chin. “Steve—” “Bucky wanted you on his six from the minute he met you,” blurts out Steve.

What? But he hated you! He... kinda hated you? He looked at you funny? Steeeeeeve, explaaaaaaiiiiiiin on AO3....

Don't want to read on AO3? Don't worry, I gotcha. Or I will.

Once I'm done posting NAFTK on AO3, I will start cross-posting the chapters here. (And there's only one chapter and the epilogue left.) I'd do it now but trying to track multiple postings will make my head explode. Simultaneous cross-posting of future x Reader and NAFTK stories will be the rule. Let me know if you have questions or concerns; my main goal is to make reading easy, accessible, and not spam the tag. Chapters will use the tag #not a fairy tale kiss verse.

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31! 🥰

i love being a 30+ woman in fandom. reblog if you also love being an old dame in fandom

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Angel - Part 8

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers?

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Reader is enhanced, has wings and has powers connected to electricity.

Chapter Summary: Where's the reader? Includes the previous sneak peek.

Chapter Warning:

You’re sitting on a roof somewhere in Queens when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You knew damn well you’d turned it off.

When you pull it out you see a coded message appear. The fact someone has managed to turn on your secure device and send you a message makes you feel uneasy. You glance around but don’t see anyone.

It takes a moment to establish what the message says but you realise the message is from Stark. He seems to be giving you a location.

You know Natasha’s slipped everyone’s numbers into your phone so you take the chance and send him a message.

You - Is this a mission or a safe house?

Tony - Well hello to you too Luna.

You - Please don’t call me that.

Tony - Why? It’s what you are.

You - I didn’t realise you all knew.

Tony - Well we do. Honestly there was a lot of whispering going on I was concerned there was a plan to overthrow the government but it was actually all because of you.

You - I don’t really know what to say to that.

Tony doesn’t initially reply.

You - So which is it Stark? A safe house or a mission because its a mission I need more than a location.

Tony - I’m not about to send our Luna onto a mission when she’s still recovering. It’s a safe house. One of my own personal ones. It’s fancy, has everything you need, cupboards filled, every streaming service you can imagine. Highly secure too. The others don’t even know about it.

You - You don’t have to do this Tony. I’m grateful but you really don’t have to. I don't want to make things awkward for you.

Tony - As much as you don’t want to admit it kid, you’re the Luna, I’m meant to be the pack Beta, although that’s not working out so well for me right now but that’s another story. I have a responsibility to make sure you’re okay. So please do what Mom and Dad ask and go to the safe house. It has a pool. It’s in the Hamptons.

A pool and the Hamptons did sound nice. Wait did he just call himself Dad?

You - Mom and Dad?

He replies with a photo of him and Pepper pulling sad faces.

You rolled your eyes.

You - Fine but don’t use that incredible woman and her sad face against me again.

You stood and put on your flight glasses and slipped your backpack back on your front. You pulled up your hood and pushed your wings out of your back. You weren’t sure where the new set of workout gear had come from but the set of leggings and matching zip up jacket that had appeared in the guest room drawer, fit you like a glove. Just as you were about to take flight you saw the Spider swinging around in the distance. Spiderling? Spiderboy? Whatever.

You pull out your phone and text Tony again.

You - You might want to check on the spider kid. Bruce told me you’d grounded him from his little street ops but I see him swinging right now.

Tony sends you another photo but this time it’s him looking exasperated.

You pocket your phone and take to the sky.

When Natasha gets home she finds a note with the watch she’d given you beside it.

You shouldn’t have done that without telling me. Thank you for taking care of me. I’ll be in touch.

She had no idea how you knew what her and the others had just done. You’ve said you’ll be in touch so you’ve not cut her off completely at least. Were you just pissed they’d not told you? A knock at the apartment door is followed by Clint and Wanda entering, both holding up similar notes.

Half an hour later Steve has summoned them all to the briefing room. It’s clear from the moment they step off the elevator that he’s pissed. The fact all of them refuse to say where they’ve been or what they’ve been doing makes it worse, as did him spotting Clint’s split knuckles. Steve’s ranting and Bucky’s sure he’s about to give an Alpha command to get them to give answers and not just the riddles they are giving now. He risks it and steps in.

“It’s about her, isn’t it?” Bucky asks.

They hide it well but he’s also an ex-assassin and the former Winter Solider sees the tells that confirm he’s right.

“She told me that it was complicated. That it was someone she used to trust.”

Natasha tilts her head slightly in interest.

“You spoke to her?”

“I did, she was having a tea out on the lawn with Pepper.”

The others turned to look at Tony.

“What? Oh if you’re asking me if he spoke to her, he did. Stepped in when super annoying number one got snippy with them too.” Tony replied.

“You did what?” Clint asked.

“Oh erm, Steve was…” Bucky went to reply before Clint cut him off.

“No not you! Him! You got snippy with them? With Y/N and Pepper?”

Steve took a breath and put his hands on his hips.

“I wanted to know where you were. I knew something was going on.”

It takes everyone by surprise when Clint starts moving to the door.

“You know what Rogers, fuck you. I ain’t telling you shit. I’ve been on your side through this whole thing. I'm away from my family, out of retirement to help cover the work whilst the dust settles. Putting everything I have on the line again, and you can stand there and make demands all you want but knowing you’ve been shitty to my pack sisters, one who also happens to be the Luna, when she’s dealing with enough right now, means I’m done. Come on.” He says to the others. “What we did today was to keep our girl safe. All whilst you were making a shitty first impression. Go fuck yourself.”

Clint leaves the room, with Wanda, Natasha, Vision and Bruce following.

Steve growls and takes a step to go after them. Bucky steps in front of him.

“Don’t.”

Steve huffs and throws himself down into one of the briefing room chairs. Realisation washing over him that he really had fucked up.

A few days later…..

Your mind wandered as you laid out on the lounger. As much as Stark had become a pain in your ass, he had good taste in safe houses. The Hamptons was a step up from hiding in a ditch in Scotland, plus every single one of your favourite foods were in the kitchen, and the cashmere blanket Pepper had apparently picked out especially for you, was definitely a special touch.

But your mind wandered to the last week. What a fucking week.

Get attacked my another agent ✔️

Have other agent threaten to throw you in The Raft ✔️

Run off and be extracted by your pack sister and brothers ✔️

Meet your true mates ✔️

Leave the compound without telling anyone ✔️

Receive a coded message from Stark directing you to his fancy pants safe house ✔️

You decided to distract yourself and the sound of the birds tweeting accompanied you as you read your latest smutty book. One of Laura’s recommendations. As the afternoon sun shone down on you your eyelids felt heavy and you could feel the pull of sleep.

You jumped as it was pulled away from you as your phone rang. Frowning you'd set it so only Tony, Pepper and Storm could call you. To everyone else it was on dark mode. Only one person would have the balls to override it.

“This better be good Romanoff.” You snarked, voice still croaky as you recovered.

“We have a situation.”

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Angel - Part 7

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Reader is enhanced, has wings and has powers connected to electricity.

Chapter Summary: Has the reader actually Nat and Bruce's apartment? And where is everyone?

Chapter Warning: Mention of injuries. Steve's an asshole in this chapter.

Steve and Bucky didn't see you the next day.

Or the day after that.

Steve grows in annoyance. Bucky feels like he's climbing the walls.

The pack are taking turns sitting with Sam. With Tony, Bruce and Doctor Cho's combined knowledge, tech and the medical team put together by the three of them, he's moving towards a strong recovery. He's heavily medicated so his moments awake are brief.

Bucky's just finished his turn with him as Tony appears to take over. Whoever thought it was a good idea to schedule Tony after him is an idiot, Bucky thinks. They exchange a nod of heads and Bucky makes his ways out of the medbay and up to his quarters, making a point of going passed Natasha and Bruce's apartment, which happens to be on a completely different floor. He passes and sniffs but realises there's nobody in there. Every time he'd passed in the last few days, you'd been there and someone had always been with you. Where had you gone? Had you left? He's pretty sure you haven't as your scent still lingers as if fresh. He follows it and realises it lingers on the back stairs, like you've gone up and down them.

Had you made your way to his floor? His feet carry him upwards only to stop at the door connecting to the one he shares with Steve and Sam. Your scent continued up the stairs, meaning you were with Pepper and Stark, and from the bite to your scent it seems like something isn't right.

Wait Stark isn't there, he's in the medbay with Sam, and Pepper should be working Bucky thought to himself. Hang on, Wanda was next not Tony.

He pulls out his phone and checked the schedule Steve and Friday have created. Sure enough Wanda's name remains next to his. Why were you on the back stairs going between floors and where was Wanda, in fact where was anyone?

"Friday, where is everyone?"

"Boss is in the medbay sitting with Lieutenant Wilson. Captain Rogers is on a call with Deputy Director Hill. Agents Romanoff, Barton, Maximoff, Doctor Banner and Vision are offsite."

"Where?"

"They've gone dark."

Bucky gritted his teeth.

"And Y/N. Where's she?"

"She's out on the lawn with Mrs Boss, having tea and cake."

"What???"

"She's out of the lawn with.."

"I heard you Friday."

The AI went quiet. So you'd actually left Nat and Bruce's apartment, and were sitting somewhere eating cake and the others had gone dark. What the fuck was going on?

"Where on the lawn Friday?"

"South lawn, ten metres from the building, looking out to the lake. Would you like me to contact one of them?"

"No!"

Bucky's moving at a firm pace when he reaches the door to outside. He knows his feet are heavy for someone who is usually stealth everywhere he goes but he can't control them. His alpha pushes him to find you now you don't have a guard dog. Actual he takes that back, he's seen Pepper shout at Tony and Steve once and it was slightly terrifying.

Sure enough as he stomps down the steps you're sitting there in the sun. Your sat on a wicker armchair that's been filled with cushions and there's a blanket over your lap. There's a neatly set table covered by a parasol. There's a tiered plate stand with a selection of sandwiches, and small cakes. Pepper's in a smart and expensive looking white pantsuit, although the jacket is over the back of the chair she sits on and her designer shoes are sitting nearby. You're the completed opposite, sitting in a pair of sweatpants that he thinks are Clint's and a black vest top that could be your own, although the lingering scent tells him it's Natasha's. He holds in a grumble at seeing you in other pack members clothes. Your must not have much with you, he tells himself in a bid to placate his alpha. You and Pepper are both wearing sunglasses and are sipping from teacups. This is like some odd version of that show Happy watches, he thinks. Pepper's chatting to you about her day, telling you about the problematic alpha intern, but your responses come from nodding or shaking your head. You put down your cup to sign to her and he hears Friday's voice translate.

"We have a visitor."

Pepper turns and looks directly at him.

"Did you want to join us?"

"Ermmm, I didn't mean to disturb you both."

You turn then and look at him over your sunglasses. You know he's lying. He fidgets under your gaze.

"I wanted to check on you."

"Oh, thank you James," Pepper quips back, amusement in her voice. "I'm fine."

"I meant..."

"I know what you meant." She replies, before turning to you. "Are you going to leave him standing there?"

"I'm fine." You sign, Friday translating again. Bucky takes you in. You're clearly not fine. Your fingers are tapped, there's bruises scattering the parts of your body that he can see and there's a stiffness to your posture. He moves to the front of you and sees the bruising to your neck is still there. Bucky can tell from the forming of the bruises that they are from two hands being around your throat. As much as his blood boils by your blatant lie, he tries a softer approach and he kneels in front of you.

"What happened?" He asks gesturing at your neck. "Was it a mission?"

You squirm under his questioning and glance at Pepper.

"You don't have to tell him anything you don't want to." She tells you, her voice soft.

Bucky doesn't react. He just watches. You let out a shuddered breath and sign.

"It's complicated."

Your scent sours.

"It's alright. Pepper's right you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but you can if you do want to."

You nod and sign again.

"It was after a mission, someone I'd trusted. That I used to trust."

You go to continue but stop as a scent washes over you. Steve and he's pissed off. You turn to see him coming from the same direction Bucky had. His back and shoulders are ridged and his face is angry.

Bucky stands.

"Everything okay punk?" He asks.

"No, everything is not okay. Where the fuck is everyone?"

"Tony's with Sam." Pepper tells him.

"I know that." He snaps. "He's locked me out of the damn medbay."

"Hey, watch your tone with her." Bucky tells his friend, not missing you sitting straighter in your chair and your scent moving to anger.

Steve stands with his hands on his hips as he takes in what's going on.

"So what everyone fucking disappears and these two sit drinking tea like nothings going on?"

"We don't know where they are either." Pepper tells him firmly.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. Part of the serum meant he could pick out a lie easily, and Pepper wasn't lying. Whatever they were doing you two didn't know.

"Leave them out it Steve. Pepper's tried her best to act as a go between you and Stark. Our girl can't even talk right now, so don't come out of here shouting the odds at them. They don't know anything and nor do I. Take it up with the others when they get back."

"Why don't you take a minute Steve? There's extra seating inside and extra cups in the basket under the table." Pepper tells him.

"Join you? For your little tea party?" He said with a snarl. Pepper didn't shift and could clearly hold her own, but you'd had enough and started to sign furiously. He might have been your alpha and the alpha to the pack but right now he was an arsehole.

"Hey! Captain Asshole. Don't speak to her like that." Friday translated.

"Excuse me?" Steve said.

"You fucking heard Friday, or do you need me to sign it again! We don't know where they are!!! Are they up to something? Probably yes! But we don't know! Bruce said I needed fresh air and vitamin D, Pepper bribed me out here with tea, cake and office gossip, which you've now ruined, so either sit your self righteous arse down or fuck off!!!"

"Omega." Steve said firmly.

"Don't omega me Rogers. Leave before I throw you in the lake."

"I seriously doubt you could lift me sweetheart." He said with a smirk.

You throw the blanket off your legs and go to stand but Bucky's back in front of you quickly. He places his hand on your shoulder softly and puts the blanket back over you.

"Stay put, I'm guessing you should be resting, and I don't need Natasha bitching at me." He tells you, a softness to his eyes. You watch his face become firm as he turns to Steve. "And you asshole, she could probably throw you into the lake from here. She lifted me on the jet like I was damn ragdoll. She's hurt and recovering. You piss her off and you're probably pissing the others off too. You're not making the best first impression here Steve. They don't know anything, now back off."

None of you missed the underlining growl in his last words. Steve huffed and stomped away.

"Man child." You signed. Pepper coughed into her tea on hearing Friday's translation.

"Well, I, erm, I'm sorry about interrupting and for that asshole. I'll leave you ladies to it. Maybe I can see you later Omega?" He asks you.

You shrug and sign.

"Maybe."

"Later then." He says before heading in the opposite direction to Steve.

Bucky doesn't see your later. When he knocks on Nat's apartment door a few hours later with a bouquet of flowers, nobody answers.

Your scent has faded and a sniff at the door tells him you've gone, and this time you're not in the compound.

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