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[vrittivsanghavi]

overwhelmed

summary - you’re overwhelmed but luckily you have harry

pairing - boyfriend!harry x reader

word count - ~1k

“Hey, I came as quick as I could.”

Harry was ushered inside by Maya, your best friend. Harry was wearing joggers and a baggy hoodie - since it was 2AM and he had been sleeping.

“I’m actually slightly scared. You live like twenty minutes away and I only got off the phone with you like twelve ago…” Maya chuckled, shutting the door behind them.

“Yeah I might’ve already been out of the door and in the car by the time our phone call ended.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Well you certainly win boyfriend of the year.”

“Speaking of, where’s Y/N?”

“Curled up on the sofa.” Maya showed Harry the way through.

“Still upset?”

“It’s scary how she doesn’t run out of tears…”

Harry chuckled because he knew all too well.

Maya showed Harry to where you were curled up on the sofa, blanket tucked high up your body and tissue in your hand. You were staring at the room - not particularly looking at anything.

“Thanks.” Harry smiled at Maya and she took it as her queue to hang back in the kitchen.

Harry rounded the sofa and slowly came into your line of vision, not wanting to startle you.

“Hey, my pretty girl.” Harry smiled when he saw your puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying so much. “What’s all the fuss about, hm?”

“Harry.” You pouted and then started to cry again, cupping your hands over your eyes because you were so embarrassed he was seeing you like this.

Your relationship was 5 months new and even though you’d already had arguments and cried in front of each other, it’d never been like this.

This was full on sob and snot crying.

You didn’t even cry like this on your period.

“Hey, hey. What’s this about?”

Harry did in fact know what this was all about, after being rung by Maya when she’d gotten concerned about how much you were upset.

What’s strangest about this situation is Harry knew you weren’t even upset by something that had hurt your feelings. If anything, you were upset because you were feeling too much.

“Hello?” Harry answered the phone groggily, wincing as his eyes adjusted to the bedside lamp.

“Hi Harry. I’m sorry to wake you.”

“No, no it’s fine. Is there a reason you’re calling off Y/N’s phone, Maya?”

“Harry… Y/Ns a little upset.” Harry sat up in bed then, “Actually, a lot upset. I didn’t want to call but i’m getting kind of worried.”

“What’s happened? Is Y/N okay? Are you guys safe?”

“Yeah we’re in my house. It’s just, we had quite a bit of wine to drink and got to talking about relationships and then Y/N started talking about you. At first she was all giddy and happy but then she started getting herself worked up about how perfect you are and how she doesn’t think she deserves you.”

Harry liked the thought that you liked him a little bit more than you lead on, but he didn’t like that it came at the expense of your anxiety. Anxiety you had tried so hard to overcome from previous relationships.

“Can I come over?” Harry asked, already getting himself out of bed.

Harry sat on the sofa next to you, picking you up gently so he could situate you in his lap. You didn’t take long to become comfortable, by throwing your arms around his neck and burying yourself into the safe crook of his neck.

“Ssh, shh. I’ve got you.” Harry kept repeating.

He rocked you ever so gently, just allowing you the comfort of being held.

“You’re here.” You said after you’d settled slightly.

“I’m here.”

“You’re the best.”

Harry smiled at that.

“I like to think so.”

You stroked his chin stubble, finding a strange calmness to the grizzle.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.”

“No, but I am.”

“I don’t want you to be. Means you’re sorry about the reason you were upset in the first place and I actually quite liked the fact you maybe like me a little too much. If i’m being selfish.” Harry gave you a cheeky smirk that had you calming in an instance.

“I just got so overwhelmed.”

“I know.”

“Because… B-because….”

You looked up at Harry in his not-so-scary eyes and for once you found this part of a relationship easy.

“Go on.” He encouraged with a whisper.

“Because I love you.”

You smiled and felt your cheeks flush. Harry’s face copied your emotions and he leant down to give you a welcomed kiss.

“You love me?” He asked excitedly, kissing you again because he couldn’t deny himself.

“I do.”

“Hmm.” He giggled excitedly.

“Do you… do…”

“I love you. I love you. I fucking love you, Y/N.”

It was your turn to chuckle and let the tears well up in your eyes again.

“No, no, no. No more tears.” Harry was quick to rectify the situation by kissing you again, moulding his lips to yours like that’s what they’d been created to do.

“I feel five times more overwhelmed than I did before you arrived.” You said.

“Okaayyy…”

“But I also feel five time more safe and calm than I did before you arrived.”

[vrittivsanghavi]

Too Much to Lose | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Leaving for deployments had always been rough, but then Bradley met you, and the time apart and risk involved made the ache even stronger. But nothing felt quite as isolating and scary as acknowledging that he had to leave his pregnant wife with an uncertain future. Now more than ever, he had too much to lose.

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, mentions of smut, pregnancy topics

Length: 2300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley hated that he felt like he was going through the motions. You'd been clinging to him all day long, your eyes always on the verge of tears. His bags were packed, his flight would leave tomorrow morning, and there was nothing left for him to do at this point except wait. Wait for your tears to spill over. Wait for one last look at you for who knows how long. Wait for the official start of another deployment.

Getting hard for you was not the problem. Your lips were on his body, and his name was the only word you seemed capable of saying. Nothing ever felt as good as your touch, and you always smelled sweet. Best of all, you were carrying his baby. But the doubt still crept in, even as his body rocked against yours, even as he filled you up. Because for Bradley, this felt exactly like those months when you and he had been desperately trying to get pregnant. It felt like the two of you were focusing on an uncertain outcome instead of each other. 

"I love you, Roo." 

You had just uttered the most perfect words in your state of bliss, but he couldn't fully accept them. Why did you love him? How the fuck could you? Your hands came up to caress his face, and he was completely helpless to do a god damn fucking thing besides come for you.

"Oh god," he grunted, practically crying as you kissed his scars before gradually going limp beneath him. You were smiling as you rolled onto your side, but instead of joining you for one last cuddle, he made his excuses to retreat to the bathroom. 

Bradley splashed some cool water on his face and examined himself in the mirror. All he saw was someone who didn't know what he was doing. Someone who wasn't good enough for you. He hadn't felt this way a few days ago, rather he'd been absorbed with shopping for the baby. But the fear started to creep in around the edges today, and now it felt like it could strangle him if he let it.

Leaving home in this state could only spell disaster, but he couldn't shake it. At least when he finally managed to walk back into the bedroom, you were asleep on his pillow with one leg under the blanket and one on top. You could always make him smile, but this time when he did, he thought about what would happen next if he didn't come back. What would happen if he was no longer here to claim that pillow as his own. 

He checked his will a few days ago, and the thing was ironclad. It all went to you. Every last penny and possession. But that wasn't what had him rattled. Everything was ten times more exciting and also ten times scarier with the baby on the way. He had too much to lose. 

He kissed your forehead and then your belly, and he pulled the blanket over both of your legs, and then he went out to the living room with Tramp at his heels. The house still smelled delicious; you'd made him Marry Me Rooster and lemon cupcakes for dinner. You always pulled out the stops when he was leaving, and he loved you for it. But what the fuck were you getting in return?

He grabbed his phone from where he'd left it on the kitchen counter. You and he had been sharing a plate of dinner while he started to consider what your life would be like without him. You'd have the baby here with you, but you'd really be alone. It was too hard to breathe while he thought about it, so he unlocked his phone and dialed the only person who wouldn't think he'd gone completely off the deep end with his request.

"Bradshaw. Shouldn't you be enjoying your wife before you fly off into the sunset?"

"Hangman," he rasped, walking to the couch and collapsing down onto it. "I need to talk to you."

There was a brief pause before Jake said, "I'm all ears."

Bradley cleared his throat, feeling like an absolute idiot as he said, "I bought a jungle gym playset for my backyard. A really big one. For the baby."

Jake hummed and said, "Right." And somehow that was enough to make Bradley keep going. 

"It's on pallets. On my driveway. There's an instruction book on top of my refrigerator. Everything should be here."

"Okay," Jake said quietly. 

Bradley swallowed and swallowed, his throat burning as he managed to force out the rest of the words. "If anything happens to me, I need you to... build it."

The only thing he could hear was Jake's soft breathing before he muttered, "Shit." 

Bradley ran his palm back and forth over his face as tears streaked down his cheeks. "Hangman. I need you to promise. I need that fucking thing in the yard."

"Yeah," Jake grunted. "Yeah, I promise."

Bradley sucked in a deep breath before he added, "And I need you to promise to take care of her. Take care of them. Make sure she knows you're around if they need something. Make sure she knows she can go to you and Cat for help."

There was no way to tell if the barely controlled sobs were his own or Jake's as he held the phone tighter to his ear, waiting for an answer. "Yeah, Rooster. I'll take care of Angel. I promise."

Bradley managed to choke out two words before ending the call. "Thank you." His phone fell from his hand onto the floor, and he curled up on his side. He thought about his dad. Goose died during a training exercise. If the most basic parts of Bradley's job could become deadly, he was honestly tempting fate at this point. Was this still the right thing to do? With a baby on the way? He wasn't so sure anymore.

Both of his parents were gone before he was an adult. If he made it just a few more years, he would live to be older than either of them had. This wasn't the first time he'd thought about that number, but right now, he was having a hard time catching his breath. 

Forty. Carole died when she was forty years old.

Thirty-seven. Bradley was just three years away.

"Fuck," he gasped as he rolled onto his back, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. He was nauseous and dizzy, and his chest was aching like there was something pressing down on him. Something heavy. He shouldn't leave you alone now, because he might never come back. He might never get to meet the Nugget who he was already so in love with. The baby might never have a dad at all, but at least Bradley got to have one of those for a short time. He could remember little bits of how it felt when Nick Bradshaw picked him up, and the soft laughter in his voice when he read a bedtime story. But the Nugget deserved more than that. This baby deserved everything, including a dad who was already so devoted that it hurt. A perfect mom and a loving dad, just like Bradley had once upon a time.

He could feel Tramp licking his elbow and whimpering, but he couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't move at all. He needed to catch his breath. He started counting in his head but couldn't keep track of how far he'd gotten. He wanted to meet his kid. He needed to.

"Bradley?"

Your voice was the most perfect sound in the world, and when you spoke his name, he had a visceral reaction to it. Then your hand was on his cheek, and the heavy feeling lifted away a little bit. 

"Oh, Bradley."

You replaced your hand with your lips, and he could feel how warm you were as your body came to rest on his. Your voice and touch invaded him in place of that terrifying weight on his chest. He felt safer because it was you. And the baby, too. When he opened his eyes, you looked concerned, and he hated to be the cause of that.

His voice didn't sound like his own, but you looked relieved as he said, "Sweetheart."

All he could focus on was the steady stroking of your fingers through his hair and your lips on his. "Tell me what's wrong, Roo," you whispered between soft kisses. "Talk to me."

He wasn't sure how long it took or how you managed to do it, but he ended up sitting on the couch with you curled up in his lap, ready to talk. Your cheek was resting against his heart, and his hand was under his old gym shirt that you were wearing, pressed to your belly. He wanted to tell you everything he was thinking. He wanted you to understand. But all he could say was, "I'm scared."

You nodded and hummed softly. "Me too."

When he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tighter, he asked, "Then why do I keep doing this? The last thing I'd ever want to do is scare you."

Your fingers found their way back up into his hair. "It's scarier this time, because of the baby," you whispered. "But you're an amazing pilot, and you love flying, and that's important, too."

"Not as important as you," he swore immediately. "Never as important as the Nugget. I just don't know if the risk is worth it anymore." He swallowed hard but let the tears slide down his cheeks again. "What if I burn in or get shot down before the baby is even born? Then what? Because I had no fucking clue until pretty recently how badly I want to be a dad."

"Come here," you whispered, your arms winding around his neck as you straddled his hips. You didn't seem alarmed by this conversation as you ran the tip of your nose back and forth along his cheek, letting him get used to feeling calm again. "It's all risky, Roo. All of it. We've talked about it before, and the facts are never going to change. But being married to you is worth it. Having to figure out how to potentially live without you is a risk I'm willing to take for the chance to be with you now."

"Fuck," he whispered, melting into your touch. 

"You're worth everything," you told him sincerely. "Getting to hold you right now is worth every bad feeling that might come later."

All he could do was nod, because he felt exactly the same way about you. But there was another layer. Another wrinkle. It was with a steadier voice that he managed to say, "I don't want to end up like my parents. Or worse... I don't want to miss the chance to meet the baby altogether."

You leaned away from him a little bit, running your knuckles gently along his cheek. "You promised me you would always fight for the chance to come home again."

"Always. Please, don't ever doubt that I will fight until my last breath, Baby Girl."

Now you had tears in your eyes. "I never knew I could feel this loved. And you've already given the Nugget so much of yourself through your notebooks and your little private conversations with my belly where you pretend I can't hear you." Bradley laughed as you touched his face and neck. You kissed his forehead and whispered, "He or she is going to be just like you. I can tell already. And you'll fight your way back home to find out for sure."

"I will," he promised, throat tight with love instead of fear this time. "God, I fucking adore you."

As he ran his thumb around the diamond in your engagement ring which once belonged to his mother, you said, "I know it."

Twenty minutes later, once Bradley felt almost completely calm again, you stood and disappeared into the kitchen. He missed your warmth immediately. It was late now, and he knew you both needed to get a good night of sleep, but you insisted you knew what else would make him feel better. Just when he was about to say that the only thing he wanted to do was hold you in bed, you returned with a plate and a steaming mug. 

You settled onto his lap again, so certain that was where you belonged and where he always wanted you. He took a sip of the tea while you nibbled on the lemon cupcake, then you held it up to his lips for him to take a bite. He ate half of it in one go, making you smile. 

When you took another nibble, he whispered, "I'll be home in no time. Back with my perfect wife. My family."

You gently shoved the rest of the cupcake into his mouth as you smiled and said, "We'll be here waiting for you."

You started kissing his scars as he chewed and muttered, "Let's go to bed, Sweetheart."

He was still thinking about his brief conversation with Jake as you stretched out on your back and let him run one big hand along your belly and down to your tattoo. Bradley touched you everywhere, memorizing the softness and flawless warmth of your body with the Nugget. He would come back home to this because he had to. He would be here to construct the jungle gym himself. There was simply no other choice. 

"I love you both."

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That phone call between Bradley and Jake made me cry. Bradley has been dreaming of that jungle gym playset in the backyard for so long, he needs the guarantee that it will happen for his Nugget even if he's not there to see it through to the end. BG always knows what to do when he's struggling, but she's not going to be there to take care of him while he's deployed. In the next one-shot, we'll see how Bradley and Payback are holding up while away. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who reads and interacts and makes this pairing so fun to write!

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[vrittivsanghavi]

can you do another part of babysitter y/n with the pregnancy?💗

here it is ! a blurb about their pregnancy scare back then i really hope you like it <33

tw: mentions of pregnancy, taking a pregnancy tests, etc

BABYSITTER!YN MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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scare - babysitter!yn and harry

YN paced back and forth in her hotel room, anxiety taking over her body as she waited for Sarah to walk through the door.

She had texted her cousin about her concern over her period being late and her sickness lately, toying with the idea that she might be pregnant.

A lot of things ran through YN's mind as she waited, she loved kids and the fact that she had been on the road taking care of her nephew for over a year now proved it, but she wasn't if she was ready to become a parent.

And mostly, she worried about how would Harry feel, and that thought scared her the most.

"Hey," Sarah's voice made her come back to reality, "I got the tests, do you feel ready to take them right now?"

YN couldn't find it in her to answer, anxiety and nerves taking over her completely and making it impossible for her to speak, and small tears came out of her eyes before she noticed.

"Hey, you're okay," Sarah quickly came to her side and hugged her, "Everything's going to be alright, if you don't want to take the tests now we can wait a few days, we can do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

YN took a deep breath before speaking, "Thank you, and I'm sorry about this," she let out a sour laugh, "I just, I can't stop thinking about Harry."

"Harry loves you, he really does," Sarah smiled softly, "He's going to support you no matter what, and this is completely you choice but I think you should tell him before you take the tests, he's going to appreciate that."

YN nodded, taking in Sarah's words and realizing that having Harry by her side would make her feel more comfortable.

"You're right, I think I'm going to tell him when he gets back."

"I'm here for you no matter what, okay?" Sarah placed a kiss to her head and squeezed her arm, "If there's anything you need just say the word."

"Thank you Sarah," YN smiled softly to her cousin, whom she loved like a sister "It means a lot to me."

And with a final shared hug, Sarah was out of the room and YN was left with her thoughts again.

"Lovie, I'm back!"

As if on cue, her thoughts were interrupted by her boyfriend entering the room and calling out for her, she could feel the knots in her stomach tighten up, it was time to tell him.

"Hey, It's everything okay?" Harry asked when his greeting got no response, getting close to her, "What's on your mind love? Are you feeling sick again? You're worrying me."

He grabbed her face and YN avoided his eyes for a moment before finding the determination in her to look at him.

"There's something I need to tell you." YN finally said, swallowing the tangle of emotions rising in her throat, and Harry's eyes widened, worry evident on his face.

"Please do, love. Whats wrong?"

"You know that I've been sick lately? Throwing up and nauseous all the time?" Harry nodded, letting her continue speaking, "Well, I've noticed that on top of that my period is late, which means that I might be pregnant."

YN turned her face away from his gaze, and there was a moment of silence before Harry spoke again.

"Lovie, look at me," he softly said and YN faced him again, "Have you taken a test yet"

"No, not yet," she shook her head, "Sarah got them for me but I wanted to tell you first, felt like the right thing."

Harry kissed her forehead softly and brought her into his chest for a hug, running his hand through her back in a comforting way.

"Thank you for telling me first," he kissed the crown of her head, "I know you're scared but let's not panic, okay? We'll figure this out together."

They stood like that for a few minutes before pulling away, YN feeling a little less anxious after hearing his words.

"Do you feel ready to take the tests?" Harry spoke spftly again, not wanting to disturb her in any way.

"I think I do."

With a newfound confidence and more reassuring words from Harry, YN did what she needed to do and now they sat on the bed as they waited for the tests to show the results. 

"Before we now the results, I want you to know something," Harry broke the silence in the room, "Whatever happens, I'm going to be by your side. I love you, and at this point I know It's you who I want to be for as long as you'll have me," YN smiled at this, feeling her nerves calm down, "I know this is scary, but there's nothing we can't do if we're together, no matter how cheesy that sounds."

She laughed at this, throwing her head back and letting him hug her, a few minutes after they heard Harry's alarms go off, signaling that it was time to look at the results.

YN stood up first, looking at Harry with nervous eyes, he grabbed her face and kissed her firmly, "We're okay, no matter what those say, we're going to be fine."

She nodded and grabbed the tests from the small table in the room, looking at them.

One line. Not pregnant.

"It's negative," she said, smiling a little, "I'm not pregnant."

Harry let out a deep breath before speaking, "Oh God," he ran his hands through his hair, "Come here."

He opened his arms for her to crash into them, hugging her tightly.

"God, I was so scared," YN spoke after a few minutes of holding tightly to each other, "I don't know what the hell I was going to do if those came back positive."

Harry pulled away, his green eyes dragging up to hers, his hans making its way to grab her face by her cheeks which he caressed softly.

"What we were going to do," he said, making emphasis on the word 'we', "We're a team, I was going to support you no matter what and we were going to figure it out together."

"I just," she shakes her head, trying to clear the storm clouds of gathering emotion, "I love you so much, Harry. Sometimes it's overwhelming how much I do, and to think that there could be something that could trigger what we have now it's so scary," she trails off, unsure of how much she wants to say, "But thank you, for being here and reassuring me through it all."

"I love you just as much, Nanny," he frees his hands from her face and wraps his arm around her, pressing her lightly to him, "Like I said earlier, I really see a future with you, and nothing could ever trigger that or make me change my mind."

"You're too good for me," a small smile finally shows up in her face, and Harry feels relieved at the sight of seeing her more relaxed, "Now, can we go get something to eat? I'm ready to forget about all of this."

"That we can do, lovie," he kissed her forehead softly, making her scrunch her nose and smile "You sure those are actually negative? You crave food like a pregnant woman," YN instantly deadpanned at his words, making him out his hands up in surrender, "Okay, I'm sorry, too soon to joke about that."

"You're a pest," she only said, grabbing her tote bag and phone, waing towards the door of the room.

"A pest that you love," Harry replied, trailing down behind her.

"I do, very much so."

[vrittivsanghavi]

4th Choice (1)

MYC Masterlist

[Will you open the door to the witch's hut]

Warnings: Guns, Blood

You ignore your racing thoughts and close your hand around the door handle. You push the door open to see a cosy living room. An unlit fireplace, a rocking chair swaying ever so slightly in the breeze, and a loveseat with pillows and throws.

You step forward, you foot sliding before sinking to gain traction on the wooden panels. You look down. Blood. Sticky, dark red blood. A pool too sticky to be fresh but too new to not be frozen in the weather.

You look to assess the room again when a shout from Bucky breaks through the quiet, “sniper!”

You feel a weight crash into your back as you and Bucky roll on the floor and in the house, picking up some blood on the way.

A ‘bang’ rings out and then another and another and another. Shots ringing between the trees slicing through the wooden hut. Sunlight lances through the holes, lighting up the dark space.

You look up from the floor to see a foot. You army crawl across the floor until you reach the witch, her face pale and eyes closed.

[vrittivsanghavi]

3rd Choice (1)

MYC Masterlist

[Will you escape or wait for the Avengers]

Warnings: Violence and injury, hints to non-consensual arousal, death, swearing

You pass out trying to decide what to do. Your body aches, throbbing in time with the steady thrum of your heartbeat and as you slowly roll onto your side, it takes you a few moments to realise why you awoke.

You can hear faint alarms ringing in the background and you look into the hall to see the walls bathed in red.

You jerk upright in bed despite the protest of your muscles. You pull yourself from the cot and to the bars trying to look out into the hall.

You shout down the hall hoping it is the Avengers coming for you, wanting to alert them to your position as soon as possible.

You hear boots coming your way and you almost fall to the floor in relief. When the boots come into view you follow the black cargo pants up and up and up until you’re looking at a Hydra goon and not a friendly face you were hoping for.

He sneers at you, “you did this. You somehow alerted them here.”

You stay silent. While he was wrong it wasn’t worth the energy you were going to need as he unlocks the cell door. He was going to take you, move you, but you had to hold on long enough for them to find you.

You throw the first punch, quick and clean. He takes it in stride. Your body shakes, from tiredness or adrenaline you’re not sure. You throw your leg out, catching him in the nuts.

You take the opportunity to dart past him and out the cell door, but he recovers quicker than expected, grabbing your arm with a pull and swing. You crash into the stone wall outside the cell as he twists your arm behind your back.

He pushes you into the wall with his body flush against your back, the pressure on your arm at breaking point. You grit your teeth against the yell rising in your tight chest as you try to struggle and buck back.

“Keep doing that and you’re going to turn me on”, the guy whispers in your ear.

You gag silently and then release the yell you were holding as you throw your head back with as much force as you can muster in the small space. You hear the crunch just before he screams.

He releases your arm and you slip along the wall as he shouts, “bitch!”.

You take no notice, running as fast as you can down the corridor, looking behind you to see him recover and start after you.

You go to push your burning legs harder until you bump right into another wall, except this is a wall of muscle. You tense, expecting to see another goon when his familiar sandalwood and gun powder scent hits you full force.

You look up to find Bucky already staring down at you. He raises a gun, points and shoots. You hear the guy hit the floor, but you only have eyes for each other, “hey Doll, you miss me?”

You ignore the aching in your body as you jump into his arms. He catches you, like he always has every time you fall, “more than anything.”

Bucky gives you a squeeze, “lets get you back to the jet and back home-“

“No, we can’t go back yet, there’s something we have to do first.”

“Are you nuts? Y/N, you’re injured and-“

You cut him off again, “none of that matters right now. Hydra are after something and if they get it…”

You trail off and Bucky rolls his eyes, “yeah yeah, end of everything as we know it, blah blah blah. Lets get this moving then shall we? But first.”

Bucky leans down to capture your lips with his, soft and gentle but desperate enough for you to know he didn’t sleep a wink since you’ve been missing.

[vrittivsanghavi]

Dancing Shadows-Part 12 [End]

Bucky x Reader 

Summary:  You’re a fire elemental that has been in love with Bucky for a long time. He doesn’t know and you can’t tell him because of his girlfriend. And with an enemy threatening you and everything you love, will you and Bucky find each other before its too late?

Word Count: 2733

Warnings: Violence, Fighting, Angst

A/N: This is the last part and I’m so sorry…

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On the day of the battle everyone was tense. Everyone abandoned their regular schedule for training and resting up. About ten minutes before, you were all up on the roof of the tower. It was a clear night sky, the stars battling the lights of the city.

You took in the buildings and the lights and sounds and burned it into your mind. A minute before midnight you all joined hands like the scene from Toy Story 3 when they think they’re all about to die. You couldn’t help thinking that, that this was going to be the last time you were together.

When Tony’s timer beeped at midnight no one hesitated. You all leaned forward, ready to fall from the tower. Except you didn’t fall. You leaned forward and landed on grass once again.

You look up to find a field again, but the grass was much shorter. There were no flowers and the trees were still. Nothing about this place screamed magic. It was plain, dull. Everything about it screamed battle ground.

Everyone was looking around in some state of shock, except Bucky. He was looking at you. He knew the next part would be difficult for you, calling out to the Black Death. He gave you a subtle nod before you closed your eyes.

You weren’t really sure how you were meant to do this, but you just went with instinct. Against your better judgement you picture the Black Death as best you can until it feels like he’s there with you. You picture the field that you’re in and will him to come to you.

You stay like that for a few minutes until you hear Bucky shift. When you open your eyes, you see the Black Death standing across the field with about ten elementals. Your breath hitches at seeing him again, the only saving grace being that he’ll be dead in ten minutes if the Royals stick to their side of the plan.

His voice carries across the field, “you summoned? Are you finally ready to follow me?”. You don’t say anything back. When you bring your fire to the surface it was answer enough.

Th battle starts with a sudden rumble underneath your feet as a tree root bursts out of the ground. It goes to sweep all of you aside but gets stopped by Wanda. When that act was made the others start charging towards you and the team.

Everyone gets engaged in their own battles as you try to help where you can. You absorb as much fire energy from the fire elementals as you can while wielding your own. The Black Death’s elementals don’t go for you though as if he told them to leave you to him.

He hasn’t moved from his spot, watching the chaos ensue. You look back at everyone holding their own before going for him. You wanted to make it as easy for the Royals as you could. When you get close you watch his eyes glow purple as he tries to get a hold of your mind. You just give him a smirk as you build your energy.

When his eyes stop glowing you hear him speak, “how are you immune to me child?”.

You keep building the energy as you distract him with your answer, “Oh I went to visit someone recently. She gave me some tips on how to block you out of my psyche now that we’re bound. You may know her; her name was Aviana”.

Even with the mask on you see his body stiffen in surprise, which was all the opportunity you needed. You fling a fire ball at him while he’s caught off guard. Too slow to react he goes flying into the woods behind him.  

With the Black Death out of sight, you turn to the others. You absorb a fire ball directed at Sam that he couldn’t see coming. You also put up a flame wall as a shield for Bucky as he takes on two elementals.

You’re about to turn around when you get kicked in the back, hard. You slide across the grass as a familiar pain blooms in your spine again. This time you roll with the momentum to get further out of reach and buy yourself more recovery time.

When you get to your feet he’s coming at you hard and fast, and any fire you throw at him he absorbs. Its not long and he’s throwing punches and you go on the defensive. You get flashbacks to your first encounter with him and you know that if the Royals don’t turn up soon you’ll lose.

He manages to graze your cheek with his fist and while you register the blow to your face he grabs you by the neck. He squeezes instantly, but you kick out landing a blow to his sensitive area. He drops you and you just about keep your footing as you blast him back with more fire. He slides back a few feet before he starts absorbing the energy.

You stop, not wanting to give him anymore power, but when you do he sends it right back at you. You catch the energy in time, but he’s adding more than you gave. You take it in just the same as pain starts to spread underneath your skin. Waves of heat roll over you as you grit your teeth.

You know you can’t overload with energy like you did last time, you can’t afford to black out. With that in mind you stop the absorption as he blasts you back with the fire. You land hard on the grass as you roll with momentum you can’t control. Your bones creak when you move to try and get up, your mouth open in a silent scream of pain.

You can hear him coming in the grass and you try, you really do. You try to get up, but he beats you to it as he hauls you up by your neck for the second time. He holds you further away from him now so that your kicks would grace off him.

You make a futile attempt to pry his hands away with yours as he tightens his grip. You catch Bucky’s gaze over the Black Death’s shoulder and you think you see panic there, but you’re not sure if it’s for you or for his own losing battle.

Your lungs are burning as your heartbeat slows down. The black closing in on your vision pulse with your dying heart as you try to hold on long enough for the Royals to come. Then you hear it just above the blood rushing in your ears. Tony’s timer. The ten minutes are up.

You smile at the Black Death as you choke out, “you lose bitch”. You watch his eyes narrow just before a bright, white flash strikes. You feel yourself drop to the floor as you gasp the air into your mouth. The white light is still everywhere, but you have to get up. This is it, this is the end. You have to get up and find Bucky.

You stagger to your feet as you stumble in the general direction of the last time you saw Bucky. The white light fades, and you see about twenty Royals in a circle around the outside of the field. You see that all the elementals are gone, dust flying in the wind, only the Black Death remains. You watch as the Royals pick up their spears about to hit them into the grass and cause another white flash to finish the Black Death off.

You look around frantically for Bucky before they can do it and distort your vision. You spot him relatively unharmed and you feel relief flood your system. You manage to grab onto him as the Royals bang the spears on the floor causing another flash you can’t see through.

You use your hands to work your way up Bucky’s arms until you’re cupping his face. You don’t hesitate as you bring his lips to yours. You can feel he’s surprised at the start, but you both melt into each other. Your lips seek his desperately, your tongues caressing like old lovers reunited. You hold it all, try to suspend it all in time, to stretch a few seconds into years.

When you open your eyes, the flash is gone along with the Black Death. You feel a presence behind you, but you keep your eyes on Bucky, drinking him in like he can sustain your entire life. Before the third flash comes you manage to whisper, “I love you Buck”. The last thing you feel is Bucky’s fingertips trying to hold onto yours.

BUCKY’S POV

A third flash comes, and he feels you ripped from his grasp. When he opens his eyes, he sees the city of New York stretched out before him. He looks around and sees the roof of the tower and his team. He looks over everyone looking for you but coming up empty. His stomach twists painfully. He looks around frantically for your figure somewhere, anywhere.

Steve’s noticed your missing too and then everyone notices. They look around but can’t see you. Most of them go into the tower thinking you’ve been manifested back inside, but Bucky can’t outrun the dread filling his limbs as he remembers your desperate kiss.

When most of them have gone, only Bucky, Steve and Tony remain. It’s like they can feel it in their hearts that you’re not inside. Bucky’s trying to think of what to do when he hears Steve call his name. Bucky turns as Steve crouches down to pick something off the floor. When Steve stands he hands it straight to Bucky.

Bucky takes it with trembling fingers. A letter. A letter with his name on it. A letter in your handwriting. He knows this means you’re gone, he just doesn’t know how yet. He can feel his eyes sting as he looks out over New York and roars. He screams with the wind as a few tears escape.

He wipes them away angrily as he pushes passed Steve and down the stairs from the roof. He keeps going, clutching your letter, until he’s in your shared room. He sees pieces of you everywhere, but he tries to ignore it as he sits on the bed. He opens the letter, hands still trembling. He sees the first words, “my Bucky”, and has to stop already. He has to remember how to breathe and hold back the tears long enough to read.

When he’s composed himself enough, he reads:

My Bucky,

I don’t even know where to begin. I guess I’ll start with the easy stuff, like how and why this had to happen. That day we went to see Aviana and you left the room she told me a few things. She mentioned to us that the Royals had rules. She said one of those rules was for elementals not to reproduce. When you left the room, she told me that both of my parents were elementals. She said that the Royals were the ones to kill my parents for their disobedience and that they were going to kill the child they had had, but my parents hid me before they could find me.

Aviana said that the moment they came to meet us they would know who I was, and they would kill me. The only thing was, we needed them to help us to kill the Black Death before he killed us and half the planet, so leaving them out of it was not an option. Me and Aviana came up with a deal. They would help us get rid of the Black Death, something they had wanted to do for centuries, and in exchange they would kill me after it was all done.

I know as I write this that you’re going to be angry at me and you have every right to be. I wanted to tell you so many times Buck, I did. It killed me to look at you and think about leaving you. But it was something that I had to do.

You know I really did want to be your wife. I quite like the sound of Y/N Barnes…that night Buck…that night was perfect. I know you didn’t know it at the time, but it was my perfect goodbye.

I don’t want you blaming yourself either. I know you will, but you have to stop. There was nothing you could have done. I had already made up my mind.

I know this seems all over the place, but its harder to say good bye this way than I thought…I want you to know that my life was made better when you were in it. My life became fuller with every moment I filled it with you. You’re a good man James, better than most. I want you to know that somewhere in another universe, in another time, we got married. I want you to know that in that other universe we grew old together as our grandchildren pestered the fuck out of us.

But most of all Buck, I need you to know that I love you. I love you whole heartedly. I love you with everything I have. I love you, unconditionally.

Forever and Always,

Y/N

Bucky barely made it to the end of the letter before he loses it. He throws the letter on the floor as he destroys the room you once shared. He lets the anger take over because its easier to feel than the pain so sharp it threatens to double him over. He throws pictures at walls, dressers on floors. He screams, and he curses.

When the anger finally subsides, he sinks to the floor next to one of your jumpers. He picks it up and brings it to his face. He breaths your scent in and when he releases that breath he lets the damn break. He cries into your jumper. He cries and cries until there’s nothing left. He curls up on the floor with it, in the middle of all the mess he’s made, as he feels his world crashing down on him.

A few weeks later

Doll,

My therapist thinks I should write a letter to you. She thinks it’ll help me move on, but I can tell she doesn’t know what real love feels like if she’s telling me to move on because I can’t. I can’t just move on.

You know, at first, I was angry at you. I was so mad that you never told me. That you made that decision on your own without even trying to find another way.

But the anger faded quickly. Now…now I’m just sad. There’s no happy ending coming for us, for me. I see you everywhere I go. I feel you in everything that I do. You’ll always be a part of me and that’s why I can’t move on. A part of you lives in me.

You’re really gone, and it doesn’t matter how many letters I write, it won’t bring you back. You’ll never read them.

But I’ll write this bit like you will: I need you to know that I will never stop loving you. I will never forget you and everything you taught me, everything you gave me. I love you whole heartedly. I love you with everything I have. I love you, unconditionally.

Forever and Always,

Your Bucky.

You hold the paper in your hands as you watch it tremble. You put the paper down so that the tremble doesn’t cause any noise. You look over to Bucky sleeping in the bed you shared with him. You smile through your tears as you notice how he sleeps on your side of the bed.

You walk over to the open window silently. The chill of the night causes Bucky to stir and a part of you wants him to wake up and see you, but that’s the selfish part. You’ve already broken rules going to visit him.

So, with one last look at Bucky’s face illuminated by the moonlight, you jump out the window and unfurl your wings.

The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it…some stories just don’t have a happy ending-Jodi Picoult

A/N: Again, I’m sorry for it ending this way! If you’re heartbroken and need some fluff or more heartbreak feel free to send me a request!

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[vrittivsanghavi]

Spinning My World

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark! Reader

Synopsis: Reader tends to the avengers wounds constantly and when Tony opens an emotional wound in the reader, Bucky is there to help.

wc: 2.4k

Warnings: my first bucky fic, medical, wounds, tending to wounds, sibling rivalry, mention of dead parents, fluffy love, slow-burn

AN: Female reader, fluffy, lots of mistakes, self indulgent (Pictures are not mine nor are any characters part of this)

What makes the earth go round? to most people it's money, to others it's family. To me, it's love.

I grew up with Tony Stark, my older brother. He was never that big on affection which was something he picked up from our parents and because of that, Tony and I aren't as close as we once were before our parents died. I spend most of my time making sure the house is always put together and cooking food for Tony and Pepper. I always feel a little guilty as I haven't achieved as much as my older brother and living with him and all of his fancy things just rubs it in. I also spend a lot of time studying. Since we have the money, I am attending an Ivy League school online. Unlike Tony, I don't like robots and technology, I prefer to help people. I am majoring in Medical Science as well as minoring in Psychology, which the amount of work is unbearable.

I sigh as I close one of my textbooks, my notebook, and my laptop, leaving them on the desk in my room. I make my through the long winding halls and into the kitchen, the tiles on the floor leaving my feet cold as I walk. I flick on the light as I walk in and take a deep breath, finally feeling at peace. The kitchen was always my safe space since Tony never cooked for himself, neither did any of the avengers. It was my own tiny world of peace.

I smile softly to myself as I make my way to the sink, I start to wash my hands while humming a song. "Friday, can you play (song name)?" As the song starts playing, I feel more comfortable as I start pulling what I would need from the fridge and the cabinets. I then fill up a pot of water and put it on the stove to boil and preheat the oven before I start separating and seasoning the chicken. I then start to cut up some veggies before checking on the pasta that I am making. After everything is cooking, I take the time to dance in the kitchen, just enjoying the music and how it flows through my body. That was until I heard the door open. I jerk my head to see who it is, only to be stunned by the sight in front of me. There he was, the most beautiful creature this world had ever created, but he was drenched in blood. Without thinking, I walk right up to him and start to examine him from what I can see. "Oh buck, what happened this time?" I ask as I eye him up and down for injuries, feeling better after not finding any serious ones. Bucky sighed deeply, "The mission was hijacked. I'm not the only Injured one." I sigh deeply as I take the food out of the oven and put the veggies and sauce into the pasta. Then, without a second thought, i make my way to the medical clinic, which I pretty much run.

I put my coat on and wash my hands again before putting on gloves. I make my way into the emergency room that we have to see Tony laying on a gurney. I immediately start to cut his shirt and pants off as I examine his body, the deep wounds showing no mercy as they continue to bleed. I sterilize the wound and start stitching him up and taking my time to make sure it's perfect.

After a few hours, I was done with making sure Tony was alright and had checked out all of the other team members. I look at the clock and sigh deeply when I realize that it is close to 1 in the morning. I make my way through the winding hallways again and I stand outside of Buckys room. "Hey Buck, are you awake?" I ask softly knowing his super human hearing can pick up my voice, and sure enough because the door unlocks and slides open revealing that he had just got out of the shower. I blush slightly as i try not to stare at his bare chest, "oh um...sorry I was just coming to give you a quick check up..." I shuffle awkwardly at his door but he nods softly and lets me in his room.

The smell of Axe Body spray and Midsummers Night circle the room. I sit Bucky down as I start to stitch up a few of his wounds. It stays mostly silent, neither of us knowing what to talk about until Bucky speaks up, "aren't you tired?" I furrow my eyebrows, "why would I be tired?" Bucky sighs deeply, "we go on these missions almost daily and you're the only one who gives us medical help, isn't it tiring?" I look up from his stitches to smile softly at Bucky, "No, it's not tiring. If anything, it gives me a purpose and makes me a hero like you guys." I giggle to myself at how corny that sounded before going back to stich bucky up.

After I am done, I make sure I didn't miss any dry blood before I stand up, "make sure you eat dinner, I don't know if the others did yet but you need to eat." I smile at him to which he gives me a small smile at the end of his lips. "I did eat already, it was delicious." I smile at him as I watch him put his shirt back on, "good good, I tried a new recipe today so I'm glad it is good." I smile to myself thinking about how Bucky enjoyed my food. "Did you eat yet?" Bucky asks with a furrowed eyebrow and I'm left shocked, normally i'm the one asking that question. "I was about too, then all of that happened," I smile at Bucky but his facial expressions don't change this time. "You really should eat." I nod my head and start to make my way into the kitchen to see a huge mess of plates and bowls and forks all over the place and all of the food gone. "at least they liked it" I smile to myself as I shrug off my coat and take off my gloves, "Friday, some music please" I speak as I start to pick up the plates and bowls and utensil's and place them in the sink. I then pick up all the trash and wipe down the counter while dancing around the kitchen. I spend a few hours cleaning, until it is spotless before I turn off the music and realize I wasn't alone. As I go to grab my coat and turn off the light, I hear a voice, "Aren't you going to eat?" I whip my head around, looking for where the voice came from until I can see Bucky, just outside the door. "there was no more left, i'm glad everyone enjoyed it." I smile at him but he doesn't smile back, he makes his way into the kitchen and starts grabbing stuff. "woah woah woah what are you doing?" I ask as I watch him start up the stove. "You need to eat. More than any of us." Buckys voice is stern and emotionless but I can tell that he cares. "I'm alright, I'll be up in a few hours to cook breakfast anyways." I look at the time and then at Bucky who then turns to me with furrowed eyes again his eyes studying me and trying to figure me out as he looks me up and down. "Why do you cook for everyone? Why do you go out of your way for everyone? I don't get how that benefits you." I sigh deeply, "I don't do it for me, I do it for you guys. You guys are heros and are saving the world every day. the least I can do is cook you guys a warm meal and make sure you guys don't get too hurt." "But why?" Bucky asks as he cracks open an egg and starts to cook it. "You guys deserve it, you deserve the best." I smile at him softly, watching his movements while I think. "Why do you save the world?" I ask while watching his movements. He seems relaxed and calm "Because if I can help save the world then there's hope to save myself." He speaks in a quiet whisper, "why do you save us? why are you so interested in medicine?" He asks with seriousness, trying to understand me better. "I was never taught self defense so I save the world in the only way I know, medicine." Bucky turns to look at me, "you don't give yourself enough credit, no one does." I can hear how he sighs softly. I let myself smile, knowing this was his way of showing he cared. Bucky finished cooking the food and he made two plates, setting one in front of me while he sat across the table from me. He immediately downs his food within seconds leaving me to take awhile to finish my food. When I'm finished eating, I grab our plates and put them in the dishwasher. When i make my way back into the dining room, Bucky is watching me as soon as I enter the room. "What? Is there food on my face?" I jokingly ask, with a smirk on my face as I make my way back to sit down. Bucky snorts softly at my comment, "No, I just don't get how someone could look so pretty after working for so many hours." Buckys voice is soft but his eyes are full of emotion as his hands fold on the table. I feel myself melt under his gaze as my cheeks start to burn, "Oh, uhm...thanks..." I giggle lightly, "You aren't too bad looking for someone who just got stitched up." I reply causing bucky to be taken aback.

"Why are you two up at 2 in the morning?" Tony asks as he walks into the dining room in his black robe that is barely covering his bare chest and his blazers. Tony somehow still has his shades on as well as his slippers on as he sets down some coffee and a sandwich at the table and sits down. "I was just making sure your sister ate after giving everyone medical exams." Bucky replied as he stared blankly at tony as he ate. "Interesting." Tony replied quickly as he started to eat. "I'm glad that your mission didn't go to badly, not many people were injured." I smiled at Tony as I recall the injuries that everyone had got. Tony sighed as he swallowed the food in his mouth, "Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?" I roll my eyes at how immature Tony still is after all of these years. "Somebody's cranky." I snort to myself, Tony glares daggers at me. "Somebody needs to shut up." I smile at Tony, now enjoying fucking with him. "I don't have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel." I smirk at Tony, thinking I got the better up. "Frankly, I don't care. Just like how he never cared about Mom and Dad. You know who killed them right?" Tony asks as he glares between Bucky and I. "If you're insinuating that Bucky killed our parents then fuck you!" I yell in Tony's face, not able to control my anger as I get up and storm off. Bucky looks at Tony as Tony finishes his sandwich, not purposefully glaring but staring deeply at him causing Tony to get uncomfortable and scramble out of the room.

Bucky sighs deeply as he makes his way to my room, thinking of the right words to say as he ends up right outside of my door. "Hey...I know Tony's words really hurt but I'd like to tell you my story, not what you've heard from files but my life the way I lived it, when I had control of my life." Bucky expected no response honestly, who would want to talk to their parents murderer? Surprisingly the door swung open as Bucky looked in at my small trembling figure on the floor, a pang in his heart caused him to lose his breath seeing her in such pain.

I lift my head to meet Buckys soft eyes as he moves to sit on the bed next to me. His voice was kind but also firm as he told me all about his life, from his time in Brooklyn with Steve all the way through Hydra, he spoke about my parents last almost as if to save me the pain. "Your parents...they were a mission I had to carry out while apart of Hydra, or else I would have died as well as them...I wish I never had too..." Bucky sighs deeply as he looks at the ground. "You don't have to be my friend or even be nice to me, but I just wanted you to know that I never wanted to hurt anyone." Bucky softly got up, expecting to be kicked out before he felt my hands wrapped around his human arm. "I want to be your friend. It hurts knowing that you did that to my parents and I don't think that hurt will ever go away, but I do know that it wasn't you, that you didn't do it on your own will. I forgive you, Buck." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around Bucky's human hand, taking his warmth from him as it comforts my shaking body as I am able to relax into my bed and into Bucky, feeling safe and comfortable for once. I don't remember what happened after that other than my eyes forcing themselves closed as Bucky's mechanical arm softly strokes my hair.

I wake up to the sun shining brightly in my eyes causing me to instantly rub my eyes. I stretch with a small groan, wishing to be asleep still as I reach my arms above my head. I hear a rough chuckle beside me and open my eyes to see Bucky smirking down at me, "Morning, Doll." I feel my face go red at the nickname. I roll over to face him in the bed, "I'm sorry that I kept you here all night." I apologize softly as I yawn the sleepy feeling away. He smiled softly down at me, the golden sun reflecting off of his eyes making it look like tigers eye. "You have nothing to apologize for, darling." He used his fingers to swoop the stray strands of hair out of my face. "It was the best sleep I have gotten in awhile." He confessed as he pulled me a little closer, his body heat keeping me warm as he smiled down at me cheekily. "Don't smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy..." I giggle at him softly as I place my hand on his face before leaning in. Bucky closed the gap as he took my lips in his, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer as he chuckles into the kiss.

"How else would I make your world spin?"

[vrittivsanghavi]

forever?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

summary: after being forced into a marriage you didn’t want, you become very cautious of your new husband out of fear of what he’s capable of when one of his employees makes a move at a dinner meeting.

warnings: anxious reader, threat of domestic violence (reader is just worried abt it), groping, please let me know if i missed something or need to add anything!

a/n: reader is very timid in this. i know a lot of people like a reader who doesn’t take shit and stands up for herself, but i often find myself in situations where i just shut down and don’t know how to respond… so this is kinda inspired by that feeling

two months out of forever.

two months of what seemed like wedded bliss from the outside.

in reality, that “bliss” included sleeping in separate rooms, never even seeing each other unless necessary to make appearances for either of your parents. 

the ones who arranged for this to happen in the first place. 

you were just glad you were able to have your time for yourself. you thought you would use the time to continue writing for your book, but you’ve hit a serious case of writers block. so lovely. 

on the bright side, he wasn’t as controlling as your few friends had made it seem he would be. 

they had painted this picture of a monster in your head. a man who would loom over your presence during every waking second. a man who was controlling and wouldn’t let you have a personal life or secrets.

so far, he’s been the opposite. 

for some reason, that still leaves you unsteady. 

because they also painted him in a very violent, angry, red light. 

but maybe he had a mistress. if that were the case, he truly didn’t respect you or your family. it didn’t seem like bucky to do that, though. he wouldn’t ruin a business deal that benefitted him so much. 

the reason you married him was because your father’s finance business was going under, drowned in debts while the only options were to sell to the barnes’ or the rumlow’s. the barnes’ seemed the lesser of two evils.

the only way to smoothly transition your father’s business to be under the barnes’ control without raising any question of your father’s capability was to marry. if any questions were asked about why your father sold his company, the not so good side of the finance industry would trample after your entire family. the barnes’ would get a new company and their many clients, while your family wouldn’t become entirely blacklisted by the entire country, would be putting your family under the barnes’ protection, and there would be less questions asked as to why the company had been merged.

you had a few months of “leaking” images of you and bucky together into the tabloids to prepare the public for the news of such a big marriage. some were photos of you and bucky holding hands while walking. a couple of you at a restaurant smiling. a few staged kissing photos… those may or may not have been your favorite.

those times spent with him, in all honesty, weren’t bad at all. going for walks together at sunset, dinner dates, feeling his lips against yours…

you had gotten to know more about his childhood that the tabloids didn’t feel was important to cover. his favorite subject in school and how he actually lost his arm so many years ago. you learned each others’ fears and worries in life. your favorite thing to learn about him, however, was what he truly wanted in life. 

peace.

a couple weeks after the wedding, a few photos of the reception were once again “leaked” in order to sell the “too in love to wait” bit that everyone had started assuming upon seeing the first few photos of you and bucky together. 

but all of your history with him flew to the back of your mind as bucky knocked on your office door. 

“come in,” you replied hesitantly, not sure what he wanted from you for the first time since your wedding. he stepped through the threshold and stood at the doorframe. 

“there’s a work meeting tomorrow,” his hand remained on the doorknob, so stiff you’d think he might rip it off the precious white wood in seconds. “the men are meeting at the house. i wanted to let you know. the men in this business, they expect marriages to be of the… traditional values.”

you nodded with understanding, turning to face him with a forced grin. “so i should play the part of the doting housewife, huh?” no smile in return, so you bit back your humor in turn for matching his serious tone. “what food should i prepare, then? and uh, how many guests will we be expecting?”

“whatever’s easiest for you,” he shrugged lightly. “there will be 9 of us there.” with one final look in your direction, he left the office and didn’t return to say goodnight. 

-

the next morning you got to work setting the house up for the 6pm meeting your loving husband was hosting. 

you had decided to set up a buffet-style table outside of the main dining room where the meeting would take place. for the menu, you settled on simple grilled chicken with quite a few side options. roast potatoes, asparagus, sauteed carrots, green beans, and rolls. 

you were putting the rolls in the oven when bucky got home, seemingly entranced by the smell of all the food, heading straight to the kitchen.

“it smells amazing in here,” bucky called from the archway of the kitchen. you jumped slightly from the surprise, but swallowed down the shock and another weak smile. 

“thanks,” you nodded to the edge of the island where a large chalkboard sat, your handwriting neatly displayed on the board that listed all the food to be had. “the menu. i figured a variety would be nice, and who doesn’t like chicken, right?”

“vegetarians,” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was telling a joke. but you knew better than that. “the men are coming in a little less than an hour. do you maybe want to change before they get here?”

you looked down at what you were wearing, a pair of blue jeans and a loose t-shirt clearly not worthy of someone who had married a barnes man. “right, of course. i’m sorry,” you finished setting the timer on the oven and ran upstairs to get yourself put together before bucky saw the tears trying to seep past your waterline. 

you settled on a black cocktail dress you had worn to one of your dad’s company events before the downfall… quickly swiping some makeup on to cover the exhaustion in your eyes and pulling your hair up to a more respectable updo rather than your typical messy bun. 

luckily you had become an expert at quickly getting ready from your time in university, as you were back in time to pull the rolls from the oven, but not before pulling on your apron. you’d be dammed if you got this stunning dress dirty right before this prestigious meeting. 

t-5 minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin and you could already hear lots of rustling from the formal dining room. you knocked on the closed doors before bucky opened the door for you. 

the men went silent as their gaze rested on you in the doorway. 

“the foods ready. buffet style?” your eyes didn’t leave bucky’s pretty blues, too scared to do anything wrong in front of his men. 

“that’s perfect, my love,” his hands gravitated to your waist before pulling your body taut against his, one hand moving a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper. “you look ravishing…”

as he pulled back, you were sure your blush was evident across your cheeks. you tried to hide it behind a smile, shrugging with a shy ‘thanks’ leaving your lips. 

“what do you say to my stunning wife, boys?” his hand squeezed your waist once more before turning to the other men, ‘thank you’s being echoed throughout the room as they stood and made their way to the kitchen to make their plates. 

in a matter of minutes, all the food was gone. you figured it was best they liked the food, even if you didn’t get to try any of it yourself like you had planned. 

you got started on cleaning everything up with earbuds in your ears, starting with the dishes already in the sink from when you were cooking. then, you were sure to place the dishes that the food was in inside the sink for you to clean before starting on wiping the counters, then sweeping, then mopping, and then back to the dishes. 

you didn’t realize that bucky had called for a break in the meeting, however. you were in for quite the rude awakening when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, but not the ones you were semi-familiar with. 

you turned around with a gasp, shock evident on your face as you tried to piece together whoever this man was. blond hair, blue eyes… definitely not steve though. you knew steve well and had seen him often. 

you pulled your earbuds from your ears in attempt to better understand what was going on. his hands were still gripping your sides, but you couldn’t necessarily escape his touch. you were backed against the sink. even if you could fight him, you’d likely lose to his strong grip. 

“is the meeting-is it over already?” your voice was so much more cowardly than you’d ever expected yourself to be. 

“no, no,” he shook his head. “just a little break, some of the guys were getting antsy.” you leaned back further, trying to create some semblance of space between you. “i figured i’d say a special thank you, on behalf of all of us guys in there.” he let one hand cup the side of your face and neck, his other hand trailing down from your waist, firmly grasping your ass with a sqeeze before you jumped at the invasion.

“i don’t-i’ve got it…”

“john,” he smiled grossly, as if he could convince you to go to bed with him.

“no need for a thanks,” you tried to remind him. “i did this for bucky. for my husband.” your eyebrows rose, trying to emphasize that his boss was also your husband. 

“i’m sure he won’t mind you getting a little bit of extra special attention, don’t you?”

then, a growling voice cut through the fear running through your veins. 

“i think he might mind.”

you turned to face bucky with wide eyes before facing john, wishing the tears welling in your eyes would just go away. 

his hands slowly retracted, stepping back with a chuckle.

“sorry, sir,” he smiled before turning to face your husband. “she was just telling me how she wanted some extra attention, weren’t you, toots?” he tilted his head expectantly.

your mouth opened, nothing leaving in spite of your brain screaming at you. what would bucky do? would he take his side? would he believe you? would he hurt you? 

you’ve embarrassed him now… humiliated him in his own home. surely he’ll take action against you for this. 

your mind replayed stories your old friends had told you about him. how he would lash out at men that betrayed him. how he never took shit from anyone who showed him any disrespect. how he was the kind of man to shoot first and ask quesitons later.

and now, in a way, you’ve both betrayed and disrespected him. or at least, that’s what he’ll think. 

you didn’t even realize tears were flowing down your face until your sobs were interrupted. 

“enough!” you finally looked at bucky before his eyes softened for a second before walking closer to you. “go to the room.” he ordered sternly. 

“but the dish-”

“i’ll take care of it,” he interrupted gravely, “go. to. the. room.” 

“yes, sir,” you nodded and swiftly left the room entirely, collapsing against the door once you had shut it, sobs wracking your body. you held your knees against your chest before trying to regulate your breathing.

he won’t hurt you.

he has to protect his image.

you’ve embarrassed him.

you’re his wife.

you’re his business deal.

you’ve humiliated him.

he’ll hurt you.

you didn’t know how long it had been since the incident. 

your sobs had subsided. you had, at some point, moved to your bed. you were still rocking your body back and forth, trying to self sooth. 

and then there was a knock at the door. 

your body instinctively jumped at the sudden noise, although it wasn’t harsh in any manner, at least not one that you were expecting. 

he twisted the knob, slowly opening the door with slow movements. 

“i-i’m so sorry,” you began apologizing as soon as he stepped through the threshold into your room. “i swear-i swear i didn’t tell him that. i didn’t even realize he was there, i promise. i wouldn’t lie to you. i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry. please believe me.” your body was still rocking and you didn’t even notice he was as close to you as he was until you saw his hand moving by your head.

automatically, you assumed the absolute worst, your head ducking into your body like a fucking turtle, the meekest squeal leaving your lips mixed with a sob. your arms went over your head protectively, as if a bomb were about to go off.

“sweetheart,” his voice sounded so broken, so torn, so unexpectedly soft. 

you finally looked at him for the first time since he came in your room. his flesh hand was holding his metal one as if it were something that could kill. in ways, it was. 

“you-there’s no need to…” after looking at him for a second longer, you noticed that his eyes had tears that almost mirrored your own. “i would never, ever lay a hand on you. i’m so sorry for scaring you. i can’t…” he sighed. “i can’t believe i made you believe i’d ever hurt you.”

“i’m sorry,” you pleaded with him once again. 

“you have nothing to apologize for,” he hesitated to reach for your hands before settling on simply grabbing a spare pillow. “i came up here to apologize. for my tone earlier… i know john. he never knows his boundaries. i should’ve… you never should’ve been put in that situation. that’s my fault. that’s on me. and i will spend the rest of forever to make it up to you.” 

“you don’t have to-”

“no, my love,” he shook his head. “can i-can i hold your hands? please?” you, without hesitation, grabbed his hands yourself. “i need to make it up to you. you’re mine. you’re my wife. it’s my job to protect you, to keep you safe. and to have someone ruin that? to touch what’s mine in my own home? i’m so sorry.” he brought your hands to his lips, pressing at least ten kisses to each hand. he was so gentle and careful it was a good thing you knew better than to think it actually meant anything.

you were surprised, to say the least, at how tender he was being with you. 

how could you have ever thought he would hurt you? that he would raise his hand and swing? that he would cause you harm? he was here declaring that he would make up this incident for the rest of eternity when it wasn’t even his doing… 

“will you stay with me tonight?” his eyes lit up at the request.

“are you sure you want that?” he became a touch more reserved. “i don’t know if it’s a good idea since you were worried i would…” his voice trailed off.

“i’m sure,” you nodded before scooting over in the bed. 

sure, your marriage was arranged and didn’t stem from true love. you may not have talked outside of when absolutely necessary. you might have even been terrified of him at one point. 

but now, the thought of forever with bucky barnes didn’t seem half bad. 

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Dancing Shadows-Part 11

Bucky x Reader 

Summary:  You’re a fire elemental that has been in love with Bucky for a long time. He doesn’t know and you can’t tell him because of his girlfriend. And with an enemy threatening you and everything you love, will you and Bucky find each other before its too late?

Word Count: 2239

Warnings: not sure? swearing? Mentions of smut, fluff, slight angst?

A/N: Life’s been hectic and this series hasn’t done so well so I apologise for this taking so long. 

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Bucky wasn’t happy with you when he woke up. He was upset that you didn’t wake him when the Royals came. He had barely spoken a word to you after you had a fight about it. It was time to go back and your heart felt heavier than ever. So much was pressing down on you and you felt alone in it.

Aviana opened a door at the back of the cabin that showed the peak of Mount Everest. You and Bucky were all suited up. With a quick goodbye you and Bucky stepped through into the freezing cold. You made your way to the jet in silence.

When you made it, the door opened, and Steve and Tony greeted you with hugs. When they pull back you muster up a smile for them before walking into the back of the jet and laying down on the makeshift bed. You don’t want to fight with Bucky, in fact it’s the last thing you’d ever want to do.

You lay there and think about all the crazy things that have happened this year and how much your life has changed. The Royals said that you had a week. It seemed so far away and yet it seemed like such little time.

You didn’t speak much during the thirty-hour flight. The reality of all that has happened and all that is yet to come swimming around in your brain. Bucky didn’t speak to you the entire time and when the jet landed you had to catch up with him to try and sort it out, “Bucky, please”.

He stops in the middle of the hall, “what Y/N? What do you want me to say? I thought we were in this together and you meet the Royals without me. Don’t get me started on how dangerous that is, but also it makes me feel like you have something to hide”.

You felt terrible, ��I’m sorry Bucky, I can’t go back and undo it. I don’t want to fight, please. In less than a week we’ll be fighting a monster, and anything could happen. I don’t want to waste this time fighting”.

His features soften as he takes in your expression, “I know he’s powerful and we don’t go up against guys like that all the time, but we’ll be okay. You know I’d never let anything happen to you”.

Your throat closes up with emotion at his words so all you can do is nod. He reaches out to you when he sees your eyes are glassy. He pulls you into his chest, your head underneath his chin. You stay like that for a while before heading to your room hand in hand.

When you get there, he says he’s going for a shower and you nod. The door closes, and you stand in the room as you stare at a photo of the two of you. The picture is of Bucky standing in the sea as he holds you, bridal style, both laughing. The picture was taken just moments before he dropped you in, laughing even harder.

When you hear the shower start your feet move without your mind fully comprehending where you were going. Before you know it, you’re inside the bathroom, clothes discarded on the floor. You step into the shower and trace a finger down Bucky’s back. He isn’t startled, he heard you come in, but he shivers at your touch. He turns around to face you, about to speak until you put your finger to his lips.

His eyes never leave yours intrigued. You grab the shampoo and start with his hair. You rub your fingers into his scalp before running your fingers through his hair. You help to wash it out as you pick up the other soap bottle. This is where you take your time, with his body.

You run your fingers everywhere. Your fingers slide over the scars around his metal arm. Your fingers glide over the ridges of his muscles. You use your fingers like paint brushes and Bucky is your canvas. As you paint the picture you tell your hands to remember every inch of his skin as you command your eyes to remember every detail.

It wasn’t sexual. It was tender. It was care. It was love. You never take your eyes off each other, even as Bucky returns the favour. Your body comes alive with every touch he gives. He sets you alight in a way your fire never could. And though the water may wash the soap away, the feeling of his touch remains.

When the shower is over you and Bucky get dressed and meet everyone in the living space. When everyone is there you tell them everything. You tell them everything Aviana said and everything that happened with the Royals. It was a lot of information, but everyone seemed to keep up.

Everyone was on board to help, but you couldn’t help feeling like it was just your fight, not everyone else’s. Once the meeting was over most of the team decided to use their spare minutes training. You joined them for the most part, but you also wanted to spend time doing just normal things.

You spent time with Steve, Tony, Nat, Wanda. You did try to contact Thor to see of he could help, but you never heard from him.

You were laying in bed with Bucky watching Friends, when you leaned on your elbow, “how would you have done it back in the day?”.

He looks at you confused, but a ghost of a smile on his sleepy face, “what are you on about Doll?”.

You smile, “I mean, if we were back in the forties how would you have asked me out?”.

He seems to perk up a bit, “well, I was a different man back then, but the culture back then would have been to take you on a date, have a great time, maybe hold your hand. At the end of the date I’d walk you back home and, on your doorstep, I’d kiss you…by that point you’d be irrevocably in love with me, so I’d ask you to be mine”.

You catch him off guard, “lets do that. I want you to take me on a date”.

He chuckles until he realizes you’re serious, “you really want that?”. When you nod, he kisses your cheek, “okay, how about I pick you up at seven tomorrow night?”. You kiss his cheek back and whisper yes.

You were in Wanda’s room panicking over what to wear. You had a dress on, navy blue, and you were freaking out because you never usually wore them. Wanda stayed calm throughout the whole meltdown, “you look stunning Y/N”.

You give her a worried look, “you don’t think its too much?”.

You’re looking at yourself in her mirror when she answers, “for Y/N Y/L/N and James Barnes first date I don’t think so. Don’t worry about it Y/N, he’s already yours”. She gives you a knowing smile and you return it.

Before anything else was said there was a knock on the door. You look at the clock and see that its seven on the dot. You’re already smiling when you open the door. You’re greeted with Bucky in a full black suit, his hair softly falling to his shoulders. You relax instantly when you see him.

You watch him as he takes you in. When he gets back to your eyes his lips part slightly like he’s trying to form the words but can’t. You smile, “you’re very punctual Sergeant, I’m impressed”.

He gives you a wicked smile in return, “if that impresses you then you’re in for a great night”.

You laugh as you feel your cheeks burn. He offers his arm and you take it. You give a quick wave to Wanda before you both make your way out of the building.

He took you to a fifties diner that you were definitely overdressed for, but neither of you cared. When you slid into a booth Bucky looked sheepish, “this was the closest I could find to forties without going too far”.

You placed a hand on his, “its perfect Buck”.

He seemed to relax after that. You both got strange stares from everyone there, but you barely noticed. Bucky may claim to not be anything like the man he once was, but if he was any more charming you would have probably had sex with him in the middle of the diner.

He told stories of his time in the forties. He spoke about Steve and his family and life in general. He spoke about the future like it was promised.

The night was amazing. You both laughed all the way back to the tower and all the way up the elevator until you stood outside your room. Suddenly your heart raced like it really was a first date. He held your hands in his and he looked into your eyes like he wanted to get lost.

You both found yourself leaning into each other like you both had gravitational pull. When your lips connected it was like they were always meant to be there. It was soft, but hard. It was slow, but fast. It was calm, but desperate all at once. Even when you both pulled away you kept your eyes closed a few seconds longer, trying to hold on to the magic. Trying to stop this night from ever ending.

When you finally opened your eyes, Bucky wasn’t in front of you, he was down on one knee. Your heart stopped, and breath left. He had the happiest smile on his face as he looked up at you. When Bucky spoke, you were still trying to remember how to breathe, “I know it seems like we haven’t been dating very long and you’re right, we haven’t, but…I know that from the moment I met you that you were special. I know that over the years I was too stupid to see it. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to have a girl like you in my life. Despite all that, my heart knew. My heart knew that your hands fit perfectly in mine. My heart knew that no one could make me laugh quite like you could. My heart knew you accepted me in a way that no one ever could. My heart knew that it loved yours and it knew that it wanted to spend the rest of its existence with you. And now that I know all that too, I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, so…will you marry me?”.

Your heart hurt from beating too hard in your chest. You could feel the tears on your face and you couldn’t decipher the happy ones from the sad ones. You felt a love swell so great in your chest that you barely choked out a response, “of course I’ll marry you”. He barely lets you finish before he sweeps you off your feet in a giant hug. He puts a simple silver band on your left hand and kisses you immediately after.

When he picked you up and carried you into your room you showed each other love in a different way. You treasured every touch, every moan, every gasp like it was the last time.

When you woke up Bucky was sleeping next to you, naked. A ghost of a smile spread on your face as the memories of last night played in your head.

You got up quietly and slipped out the room in search of coffee. When you made it to the kitchen Steve was at the island reading the paper and eating toast. As soon as he saw you he was looking at you weirdly. It clicked when you sat down with coffee, “you knew he was proposing?”.

Steve burst into a smile and nodded, “he came to me yesterday morning saying that you asked for a traditional date and asked for help getting a ring to propose”.

You chuckle, “you two are thick as thieves”.

Steve just nods, “always have, always will”.

You stare into the mug for a while until Steve speaks again, “are you okay?”.

“You know people keep asking me that. Am I wearing a sign?”, you say in a joking manner.

Steve gives you a half smile, “you’re not wearing a sign, just a face. And judging by your deflection something is wrong”.

He peers at you, pressing for answers without asking, “I’m just worried that’s all. I’m worried about everyone in this battle in a few days”.

Steve puts the paper down, “we’re heroes, we do this all the time. We’ll be fine”.

You nod your head, “and you’re probably right, I just worry…you’d always look after Buck, won’t you? If anything ever happened to me? Its him I worry about more than myself”.

Steve frowns, “it goes without saying that I’ll always be there for Bucky, but nothing is going to happen to you. You not only have Bucky looking out for you but me and Tony. The whole team really”.

You finish the coffee and put it in the sink. You go around to Steve’s side of the island and give him a one arm hug around his waist. You kiss his cheek as you make your way out the kitchen and back into bed with Bucky.

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Every morning, without fail, Harry gets up to make his wife breakfast and lunch before she leaves for work.

Lunch is the easy part – usually leftovers from the night before with a fresh salad and dressing, drink, and snack. She really enjoys having something sweet after a large meal, and she often falls victim to taking a nap after lunch, so to keep her awake, he packs a bar of dark chocolate into her lunch bag. 

Breakfast is trickier because sometimes she doesn’t wake with an appetite. Still, he’ll put out something small on the table. A single slice of toast with butter and coffee, or even just yogurt with his homemade granola. Something that will keep her fed until lunch. It was a part of his vow of course. Keeping her fed and happy. He can’t do the latter but he can certainly put all his effort into the first.

Once her bag is zipped up, and her yogurt is left on the dining table, he grabs an apple for himself and then returns to his room. She’ll be getting up in ten minutes. She gets ready quickly too thanks to her hair, outfit, and skin preparations from the night before, so he never has to worry about her coffee getting cold. It’s an unspoken routine.

Harry sits on his bed, knees drawn to his chest, waiting for her door to open so that he can go back to sleep.

Ten minutes pass. The door doesn’t open. He doesn’t hear the soft pad of her sleepy steps making their way to the bathroom down the hall. He gives her an additional five minutes. Perhaps she wants to sleep in. But then five minutes become ten and then fifteen, and then Harry worries she’ll be late for work.

He’s torn between waking her and leaving her alone when he hears a wet cough from the other side of the wall. His heart drops.

Harry quietly opens his door and walks to her room. Her door is closed, but when he presses his ear against it, he can hear her coughs, followed by a whimper of distress. Alarm bells ring through his head, his hand shooting out to grab the door handle without thinking. He stops himself just as he begins turning it open, his other hand balled into a fist in frustration at himself. 

At least Annaliese knows she’s too ill to go to work. Harry moves away from the door slowly and goes back to the kitchen, putting all the food he’s prepared for her in the fridge. He rolls up his sleeves, taking out several vegetables, stock, and a cutting board. He gets to work without thinking.

The sounds of Annaliese coughing travels through the house, hitting him square in the chest.

Had he missed something important? A pale flush of her cheeks that he mistook for the effects of the cold draft that swept her into the house? Several sneezes that he brushed off as allergies? A red nose that he blamed on the wintery February? Fatigue that he assumed was from the long day on her feet?

He feels terrible.

He should have known.

Harry cooks the stock on high flames, adding a tiny tinge of spice as she enjoys it. While that continues, he kneads dough and sets it aside for dinner later. He’ll make her a fresh, herbed loaf. Run the store to get that sweet cream butter she likes so much.

Once the food is done, he puts all the dishes on the tray, and carefully makes his way back to the rooms. He knocks on Annaliese’s door once before allowing himself in.

He rarely comes into this room anymore, so the memories of the shared space hit him hard. He keeps a neutral face, but his eyes dart around, seeing the things exactly that way he left them. Lamps in the same spots, the same curtains, the same number of pillows on the bed. His side of the bed, in fact, is messy, as if Annaliese often travels to that side during her sleep. The image of her reaching for him in the middle of the night makes him falter in his step, an odd pain near his ribs.

To his surprise, his wife is sitting up in bed, her wild curls in her face, one shoulder bare from the neckline sliding down too far as if she unbuttoned the top of her pajama set due to discomfort. She raises her head to look at him, but it’s so hard to as if her head is heavy. 

“Could you call the school?” she whispers, a quiver to her voice.

Harry nods and goes to put the food on the side table. At the sight of what’s on the table, though, his breath hitches.

A framed photograph rests in the center of the wood, an outtake that wasn’t put in with the rest of the photo album. It’s from their wedding: Harry feeding Annaliese a bit of cake, the two of them unwinding during their reception with Harry’s tie already undone and Annaliese’s veil abandoned somewhere in the hall. He recalls the moment violently, remembering how she looked at him from under her lashes, a wild glimpse of excitement at the promise of their new life together. It’s the first time he called her his wife. He kissed her messy mouth afterwards. 

Harry puts the tray down with trembling fingers.

She looks at the food curiously but doesn’t say anything more.

He hands her a large cup of water first, which she enthusiastically drinks. Then, he fixes the sheets around her thighs and places the tray beside her.

“Want this?” he asks, holding up a packet of saltines.

“Mhm.” 

He rips open the plastic and crushes the crackers into her soup. She holds her hands out for the bowl, shuddering delicately when the warmth hits her. "Thank you."

Annaliese tilts her head back and sighs deeply. Her fingers curl around the spoon, stirring the soup weakly. Her hair is still in her face, and she makes no move to give herself between visual access.

Harry hesitates, but then sits on the bed beside her legs, reaching out. She shudders when his cold fingertips touch the sides of her face – though it’s just barely. He unravels the curls, separating them from her clips, and then uses two of the largest ones to pin her hair back. Annaliese’s eyes flutter shut, and through the warm morning light, he sees her fever flushed waxy skin and parted lips. He somehow resists the urge to hold her face.

“Thank you,” she murmurs again, keeping her eyes closed. 

Harry doesn’t know what to say. So he stands, brings her medicine from the bathroom, and then goes to the kitchen to give her school a call. He introduces himself as Annaliese’s husband, details how she’s in no circumstance to get to work for today, and takes a wild guess to say she has lesson plans in her classroom. The administration must like her very much because the woman he talks to sounds sad to hear his wife isn't not doing well. It makes Harry feel better though, knowing that she’s well taken care of outside this odd routine they have.

He returns to her room, prepared to ask her if she needs anything more. 

She’s halfway done with her soup, and the overwhelming warmth has caused her hairline to go all damp. He enters the door with a hand towel, rolling it up. When she looks up at him with her tired eyes, he’s unsure if he should be the one mopping that sweat, or if she’ll even let him.

“Did they ask what time I’ll come in?” she asks instead, voice low as if she won't be able to get it any louder.

Harry’s brows furrow together. “You’re taking the day off.”

As stubborn as always, Annaliese says, “I don’t need the entire day off. Just the morning. My students have a written exam after lunchtime.”

“You are in no health to go to work today.”

Annaliese looks sad. She takes another weak spoonful of her soup. 

Harry suddenly feels the urge to explain himself. “I would have made something more if I had the time,” he says, wringing the towel between his hands. “But that’s all the stock we have. We didn’t have any carrots or eggs or I would have added them in. Maybe the celery isn’t cooked all the way through either.”

His wife shakes her head, and then winces. “It’s good.”

“Is it spicy enough?”

“Yes.”

“And the pepper?”

“It’s good.”

“The salt?”

“Harry,” Annaliese whispers. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

He stops, though he has several more things to say. 

Annaliese looks up at him after a moment. “Will you sit?”

He does, towel still in hand. She looks at it, and then goes back to her soup until it’s finished, and she’s setting it aside. Annaliese has more water, and then she reaches for her medicine.

Harry beats her to it. He unscrews the top, pours a healthy bit into the tablespoon and then carries it over to her mouth. The dread is in her eyes, and she makes a face as she swallows it. Harry doesn’t realize he has a ghostly smile on his face until he’s putting the spoon down, watching her take several more gulps of water.

“I hate that taste more than anything,” Annaliese says.

“I know,” Harry answers softly, because he does.

Her jaw tenses, eyes glazed over with an expression Harry doesn’t have the capability to fully understand, and she slides down against the mattress, her head against the pillow. With her knees drawn up, they touch Harry’s thighs, and the briefest contact makes him yearn to feel the real touch of his wife. She closes her eyes, hands under her chin.

Her skin is still pale, her lower lip trembling with fever, and every part of him hurts knowing he can’t lay in bed with her and nurse her back to health. The reminder of his vows again deliver a swift punch to his gut, and emotion makes his throat close. The love he feels for her is binding, suffocating, and the pull to give in is so urgent, it’s a wonder that he keeps himself upright instead of draping his body over hers.

Annaliese doesn’t ask him to do anything more either.

So he takes a deep breath, rolls up the towel a bit better and then carefully lays it against her hairline. She shifts to let him adjust it better, lets him pull the covers over her bare shoulder to shield her from the cold and also to get the idea of kissing her burning skin out of his head.

It goes without saying, but he says it anyway. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Annaliese nods once, eyes still shut.

He wonders if she’s upset with him. The thought of disappointing her makes him want to double over with anger at himself.

He's entirely pathetic. How dare he think he can keep his wife satisfied.

As he’s exiting her room, he passes by the dresser. On it, more framed photos sit. Some from their wedding, some of their families. The picture that rests on her side table once sat with the rest on her dresser. He wonders when she brought that one closer to her. If she looks at it every night before she goes to sleep, every morning when she wakes. If she holds it under her pillow or her cheek to have him right beside her. If she stains the glass with her tears.

Harry turns his head to look at Annaliese once more. She’s asleep, and though she’s fed and being brought back to good health, Harry has never felt more of a failure in his life.

He shuts the door behind him when he leaves, puts the dishes in the sink, and then goes to his room wishing Annaliese would rip the bandaid off and find someone better for herself.

[vrittivsanghavi]

We’ll be alright

Requested: yes.

Synopsis: reader is struggling to get out of an abusive relationship, what happens when the two find themselves at a Harry styles concert and are surprisingly interrupted by someone concerned for y/n’s safety.

Trigger warnings: neglect, abuse, bruising, toxic relationships, abusive boyfriend. Please don’t read if you’re sensitive to such topics, take care of yourselves lovelies.

“Tom. Not now” you spoke exhaling. The sound of Harry’s voice rang out around the arena— voice loud and clear “yes now.” He spat out before firmly grabbing onto your wrist practically dragging you out, barging past people dancing and past security who really should’ve done something but they barely noticed. Harry’s voice got fainter and fainter— kiwi being blasted, one of your favourite songs, but that soon became the least of your worries your boyfriend of two years dragging you until eventually stopping in an alleyway many cars parked in the alleyway but you didn’t focus on that

“What was that?” Tom growled out and you stared at him confused “what was what?” “You dancing with those pricks! What are you now? A fucking slut? Is that who you’ve turned into? A slut looking for men to fuck huh?” His words were cruel and unnecessary your brows arching “how dare you!” You spoke angrily to him and he shoved you abruptly “how dare I? Y/n how dare you! You’re a slut and a wasteful bitch.” Your eyes searched his face knowing he meant every word but you wished he didn’t. What had changed him? Why had he changed? Why wasn’t he the same loving man you knew before? Kiwi was still playing, the screaming of fans continued echoing around but all you could hear was Tom’s aggressive words “you’re a joke and a slut! No wonder you won’t let me touch you anymore! Too fucking scared because you sleep with too many men!” And before you could even react he had you pinned against the wall, his breath fanning against your face making you squirm “you’re a waste of space y/n. A fucking waste of space. You hear me? You drag me to this stupid fucking concert to stare at yet another man you clearly want to fuck!” “Tom you’re being cra-“ “I am not being crazy y/n! Shut the fuck up!” His voice echoed down the alleyway, angry and abrupt— voice loud enough for members of the public to take notice but they didn’t dare to get involved. “Oh screw you!” You attempted to pull away only for him to abruptly slap you across the face “you’re going to regret that you little b—“

“hey!” A firm voice suddenly spoke toms head moving to look at the stranger who was emerging from the darkness “take a damn walk, man.” The shadowed man spat out Tom glaring right at him. “Or what, man.” He spoke sarcastically “this ain’t none of your business! You take a fucking walk! Let me handle my shit!” Suddenly Tom was gripping onto your hair, but that didn’t last long, the burning on your scalp disappearing— your attention flying to the man who had your boyfriends wrist gripped in his hand, bent slightly at the elbow glaring right at him “want me to call the police or do you want to take a walk?” His voice now that you focused on it was oddly familiar. Scarily familiar… your breath hitched slightly. You watched your boyfriend rip out of the man’s hold before storming off out of the alleyway. You remained tucked in the corner, back pressed tightly against the cold brick wall the darkness surrounding you scared you— but before you could’ve even question anything the familiar stranger could be heard shuffling before a bright torch flashed in your eyes making you squint, realising he had pulled his phone out and was creating light either to bring some form of comfort to you.. or to make sure you didn’t need medical attention. “Are you okay?”

You refused to look at him feeling all shaky and nervous. You knew who it was and to be quite honest you were embarrassed. “I’m so sorry.” Was all your could muster up before finally you looked at him and low and behold it was who you thought it was. Harry fucking styles. The man who had saved your life with his music at the age of 15 and here you were at the age of 20 being saved yet again but in a whole another way. “Don’t apologise.” Was all he said before he glanced around eyes taking a quick look at your outfit which practically screamed ‘love on tour’ and he sighed knowing it was a risk but it was more of a risk leaving you in the hands of a monster,

“Come with me.” He spoke and you were hesitant at first but with his hand on the small of your back he guided you into the backstage area of the arena. You didn’t speak frankly upset and traumatised. Sure it had gotten bad at times but not that bad. Your hands trembled slightly by your side as you were lead into his dressing room “get comfortable. Is there anyone you’d like me to call?” He questioned but you only shook your head. “Well I’m not letting you go back with him.” Was all he said before he exited the room making you panic slightly worried he was going to get someone to take you elsewhere but much to your surprise he returned with a bottle of water, a blanket and a goodie bag which looked to have some sweets and snacks in it. “Here. Stay here as long as you want alright? Just try and.. relax.” You nodded gratefully a silence quickly wrapping around the two of you before you glanced at him “thank you.” Was all you said and he only shook his head, seeming at a loss for words as he sat down opposite you. “What’s your name?” You looked at him “y/n.” He smiled and reached his hand out “nice to meet you y/n. I’m Harry.” You hesitantly shook his hand before retracting your hand looking back down “I’m so sorry you should be celebrating and—“ “don’t apologise. I’m glad I could help.” He spoke and you felt your heart begin to race in your chest feeling his eyes evaluate you.

“You did more than help me.” You murmured honestly and he raised a brow “you saved my life, harry… honest.” He seemed slightly confused and due to your vulnerability and trust in him despite him being a stranger he was your idol. “I’ve been trying to get out of that relationship for two years.” The look on his face was a look of alarm “I think you’ve helped me see that he really is the issue.” Harry nodded clearly fighting the urges to say something about Tom. You and him soon spent a while chatting about everything and anything and eventually you felt like you could head back home now. You of course declined the offer of him driving you home and staying with you until you could file a report against Tom— he had done more than enough already. “Let me call you a taxi at least.” He spoke and you eventually agreed, he called a taxi and paid for all the funds before he walked with you outside his hand ghosting just against your lower back. “You promise not to go back to him?” He spoke and you glanced at him, nodding your head “promise.” You smiled slightly your eyes searching his before you focused on headlights growing closer and closer the ‘taxi’ sign glowing.

“This is my ride I guess…” you murmured before looking at him before quickly without even thinking hugging him tightly, him reciprocating the hug holding onto you securely hand rubbing up and down your back not letting you go until you loosened your grip on him, but you didn’t let go— which he soon noticed hugging you closer again proving exactly what the stories said… he didn’t let go until you let go. “Thank you for everything.” You spoke into his ear quietly before you pulled away not allowing him to ask anything. He opened the door for you before he grabbed your wrist stopping you momentarily “let me know when you get home” was the only thing he said and you nodded smiling slightly. You got into the taxi before the taxi pulled off the curb your stomach fluttering… your idol had saved your life… the drive was fairly quick— yet you were nervous that Tom would be there but he wasn’t. You exhaled thanking the driver before exiting the taxi and making your way towards your apartment sliding the key in and opening the door just as your phone vibrated in your pocket:

H: did you get home safely

A small smile tugged at your lips as you read the message over and over again. It was a simple message but it was so special. Proof that he cared for you.

Y/n: locking the front door now.

H: good. Glad you’re home.

His messages were instant proving that you were on his mind… it made you feel a certain way. You stared at the messages for a while— about fifteen minutes passing. You were grinning at the phone like an idiot yet you were still nervous the psycho would show up… you let out a shaky breath before typing out a quick message

Y/n: harry?

H: y/n

You smiled like an idiot again being able to hear his voice through the phone

Y/n: is that offer still open?

You watched the chat bubble move in the motion for a while— before it abruptly stopped. It made you anxious. Worried. Terrified even. Yet you didn’t spam him with messages you just patiently waited but eventually to your surprise you heard a knock at your front door and you cautiously walked towards it before unlocking the door and pulling it open seeing Harry a small smile playing at his lips as you stared at him in awe… your favourite celebrity literally offering to help you and not hesitating to help.. he was literally perfect.

“I’m flattered, love. But are you going to let me in?” You blushed deeply before moving away from the door letting him in before shutting the door again and locking it. “Why’d you change your mind?” He questioned as you walked with him towards your bedroom, and you paused glancing at him before you smiled “you protected me when no one else did.“ you spoke honestly before you sighed gently “you won’t leave will you?” You asked and he studied you carefully before smiling tattooed arm wrapping around your shoulders “not until you want me gone. No.” He spoke softly as you leaned into his embrace. “I don’t think I ever want you gone.” You murmured honestly a smile tugging on his lips his dimples appearing “the feelings mutual, sweetheart.” You didn’t know what that exactly meant but truly it was multilayered. He didn’t want to leave because he knew Tom could manipulate you again and do much worse and he had to make sure that didn’t happen to you again… he didn’t care what it took.

He was going to keep you afloat in these rough conditions until you learnt how to protect yourself… he was going to be your saviour until you didn’t need him anymore but let’s be honest… you’d always need him no matter what.

[vrittivsanghavi]

Show Me Going

Bucky x Reader-Oneshot 

Summary: Bucky can only watch on as the reader goes through a dangerous situation 

Word Count: 2170

Warnings: Violence, Death

A/N: After a long break for exams and writers block I am back with this shitty number. Please leave a like or a reblog or a comment! I would love it. My permanent tags are OPEN. I hope you enjoy lovelies. (btw this was inspired by an episode of Brooklyn 99 by the same name) 

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The day started just like any other for Bucky. He got up early, had breakfast with Steve and Sam, and then went down to the gym for their daily training session. Once that was done he went to your room so that you could both enjoy a rare day off together but when he got to your room, you weren’t there. He frowned but he wasn’t worried, not until he saw Steve taking off down the hall still in his gym clothes. He trailed behind him all the way to the command room. He followed Steve in with, “what’s going on?”. Steve didn’t answer Bucky as he made his way over to Maria Hill and Nat. They were standing in front of a black screen, Hill holding a radio. Bucky could hear the conversation as he made his way over. Steve said, “I saw on the news, how long has it been going on?”.

Hill answered in the calm demeanour she always seemed to have, “the bomb went off about an hour ago. All authorities responded which left the rest of the city virtually unprotected. We now have a hostage situation in a bank that the police can’t get to, so we were called for help. This was about 15 minutes ago. The team should be arriving any minute.”

Bucky’s stomach gave a nervous clench and at the time he didn’t know why. He remained silent as Steve continued to talk, “why didn’t we get called in? You know we could have helped”.

Hill nodded her head, “yes, but most of you just came back from a mission, some injured, and Fury thought this was a bit below your pay grade especially since you have big mission first thing in the morning”. Steve went to protest again, but Hill cut him off, “it’s not my call, and besides the team we managed to get together at short notice is more than equipped to handle the situation”.

Bucky’s stomach flipped again as he picked up on something Hill had said, “you said ‘managed to get together’, so you pulled people off leave?”. Bucky saw Nat look at him sharply, she wasn’t stupid, she knew where he was going with this. Nat answered before Hill could, “yes Barnes, they did call Y/N in, I was there when they called her in, that’s why I’m here”. Bucky’s nerves were immediately set on edge as he came closer to them. Bucky gave Hill a stern look, “what kind of people are we looking at? How many are there? What weapons? Do we know what they want?”.

Hill gave a deep sigh, “we’re not sure who they are yet, and we’re not sure how many are there. The camera feeds in the bank were cut long before they arrived. So, we don’t know what weapons they have and we’re not entirely sure of what they want”.

Bucky’s blood was raging at every word she said. He took a step closer and Steve shifted towards Bucky, “you’re telling me that you sent a team in practically blind? Are you that incompetent?”.

Hill regarded him coolly, “Let’s not pretend that you care about the whole team Barnes”. Before anymore is said the screen turns on. It shows someone’s vest camera pointed at the rest of the team dressed in tactical gear. Bucky doesn’t see you in the group, so it must be your camera. Just before Hill can speak in the radio Bucky speaks again, “I’m going”.

Hill whips around, “you will not interfere Barnes”. Bucky just turns around to leave, all he can think about is something happening to you while he sits on his ass. He doesn’t make it to the door though as Steve’s arms come around him. Bucky starts to struggle until Steve speaks to him quietly, “Buck, you know its not the best idea to go. I hate the idea of just sitting here too, especially with Y/N out there, but it could hurt the mission and jeopardise their lives. You know this Buck, so its best if we stay here and try to help them from here”. He knows Steve is right, but he hates it. His instinct is to go and protect not to stay here and watch the love of his life potentially get hurt or worse. Despite the turmoil inside him he nodded to Steve as they both turned back to Hill and Nat and the Screen. From what he could make out, you were leading everyone into a building opposite the bank. You were charging up the staircase, gun raised, and alert. Although his nerves were fried at the situation he couldn’t help but be proud that you were being careful, that you knew how to protect yourself. He watched as you made it to the top of the staircase, your arm extends silently communicating with your team as two stays at the stairwell and the rest follow close behind. You enter into an empty room and make your way over to the window. The camera goes black for a few minutes and then he hears your voice crackle through the radio, “it’s a negative on the visual. I can’t make anything out, no movement by the windows, but I expected that”. Bucky’s stomach clenched again with nerves. They still didn’t know anything concrete. Hill rubbed her forehead thinking before speaking, “copy that Alpha team. It’s unfortunate that we don’t know more but I am advised to order you to proceed with the mission”.

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing, this was far too dangerous to do blind, Hill couldn’t be serious. Judging by the long silence you weren’t too happy either, “I’m sorry command, did I hear you right?”.

Hill didn’t skip a beat, “you heard me correctly Y/L/N”. The screen came back into focus as Bucky assumed you started to move out again. As you and your team made your way down and out the building Bucky became more and more agitated. He watched as you held your fist up and proceeded to the bank on your own. He knew it was the smart play to only send one in to scope the building, but his heart clenched at it having to be you. He didn’t breathe until you had made it safely around the perimeter of the building finding nothing that spoke of danger. When you made it back to the same spot he watched you gesture for the rest of the team to come over. Everything was going fine, until Bucky saw it the same time you did. He heard you shout as you ran forward, “get down! Get down!”. To Bucky it was like watching in slow motion, the red dot appearing on the agent’s forehead, the camera moving forward, you bending down to drag the body to cover. The camera then focuses on the agent as you kneel down. Its clear from the dribble of blood on his forehead that he’s gone, but Bucky sees you check his pulse anyway.

Bucky’s heart was beating too fast, “you have to pull them out now. They’re all gonna get executed because we have no plan, no information that can help us”. Bucky noticed Steve nodding his head in the corner of his eye, but Hill didn’t acknowledge that he had spoken. It wasn’t long before your voice rang out again, “agent Jacobs is down, I repeat…agent Jacobs is down. Waiting on orders on how to proceed”.

Hill bows her head for a few moments, “orders are to proceed with the mission”.

Bucky can hear the anger in your voice over the radio, “that’s bullshit Hill and you know it. We’re all gonna get killed-“.

Hill cuts her off, “they’re not my orders, the city needs our help, the people in the building need our help”.

Your reply is blunt, “we won’t be any help if we’re dead”.

Hill sighs, “Alpha team proceed with the mission. Now.”

Bucky watches you stand and face the team, he can tell that you’re thinking. He’s also thinking of how to help, but his brain can’t think objectively with you in the mix. His heartbeat picks up as he hears your next words, “okay team, orders are to proceed. We need them to get rattled, break whatever formation they have in that building. They gave away one of their positions by shooting Jacobs so here’s the plan. I’m going out there, I’ll have my back to the window, I need you to shout when you see the laser on my back, I’ll turn and shoot. I also need you guys to pray to whoever you believe in that this works”. The team nods solemnly, not challenging the crazy plan you just came up with.

Hill shouts through the radio as you make your way out into the open, “stand down agent Y/L/N. Stand down. Do not go through with this plan”. Bucky watches in horror as you continue forward. You keep moving forward until Bucky hears the team shouting. Bucky takes an involuntary step forward as if he could reach you, as if he could protect you from this. Before he can blink you’ve turned and taken your shot. Bucky can see from the camera the guy drops out of site from the window. Bucky breathes a small sigh of relief, but it was too soon as shots ring out and the screen goes black. That was the moment his heart stopped.

Bucky snatched the radio from Hill, “Y/N, are you okay? Did you get shot? What happened, we lost camera feed”. The silence was too long, the crackle of the radio sounding like nails down a chalkboard to his ears. Then your voice comes through, “shots were fired, the camera took a bullet, but I’m fine Buck”. Before Bucky could reply to you Hill takes the radio back.

Hill nods at Steve as she says, “you need to leave Barnes. I cannot concentrate with you in here and that endangers all of them, not just Y/N”. Bucky struggles against Steve and Nat the entire time but as soon as they get him past the door its game over, the door seals and he can’t get back in.

The wait was agonising. Bucky couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t read or work out, he could barely breathe thinking about you being out there. After a few hours most of the team had heard about you being in the thick of things. Everyone was sitting in the kitchen, dinner untouched, everyone in silence. Bucky was too wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall and them stopping in the doorway. His head only shooting up when your voice cuts through the silence, “I hope you weren’t planning my funeral just yet”, the playfulness evident in your voice. Bucky was frozen in place as Tony spoke, “see? I told you guys she would be fine. Y/N is too tough for death”.

You crack a soft smile, “you’ve got that right Tony”.

Bucky was still frozen in place when Nat spoke, “how did it go?”. You got quiet and so did the room, you couldn’t look at them for too long, “its been a really long day. I’m not really up for talking about it right now”. Your voice cracked on ‘now’ despite your best efforts to remain composed. That was when Bucky moved. He got up from his chair without a sound and came to you with a softness about him that you rarely saw. He picked you up bridal style and left the kitchen without a word. You clung to him, breathing in the scent you thought you might not get to smell again. Bucky took you to your shared room, kicking the door closed. He laid you on the bed and crawled under the duvet with you, pulling you close so that your head was buried in his chest. As he stroked your hair you felt the tears spill and his soft voice in the cool air, “you don’t have to talk, but I’m going to. I thought I was gonna lose you today Doll. I thought I was gonna watch you die having done nothing to help you and without telling you that you are the love of my life. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I want to grow old with you, have kids with you, kick ass with you…I know you don’t want to talk about it, but sooner or later you’re gonna have to and I want you to know that I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

Your voice cracked again, “I lost two of them Buck, I lost two of them”. Bucky knew that nothing he said right now would help, so he held you as you cried. He held you until they dried. He held you until you fell into a fitful slumber, and he held you long after the stars retreated, and the sun came up.

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[vrittivsanghavi]

Too Good To Be True

Bucky x Reader 

Oneshot 

Word Count: 922

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a while but you’re not sure how he’ll feel when you tell him you’re pregnant. 

Warnings: None? Just some fluff :) 

A/N: This is my first oneshot and my first time writing in 2nd person. It was harder than I thought it would be but I did it :) Please please please give me some feedback and likes and reblogs, I’d be forever grateful! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! 

You and Bucky had been in a relationship for about 2 years now and everything just seemed too good to be true. When you first joined the Avenger’s you and Bucky didn’t seem to get along but the more and more you found out about each other the closer you got and before you knew it you were kissing on the couch after watching one of your favourite movies. Since then the rest was history. Until today. You had noticed your period was slightly late, which didn’t alarm you at first since the stress of the job sometimes caused that but then some food you enjoyed started making you feel queasy, so you thought you had better take a test just to prove to yourself that it wasn’t because you were pregnant that these things were happening. You went through your normal routine, waking up next to Bucky and him placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving to go and make some coffee, because you were certainly not a morning person and refused to get out of bed before morning coffee. However, this morning you took that opportunity to dash into the bathroom and take the pregnancy test. The instructions said it would take at least 10 minutes for the result and you sighed in frustration, knowing full well that Bucky would be back before then. Right on cue you could hear him call your name in a question. You hurriedly left the bathroom not wanting him to walk in and you smile at him holding 2 mugs of hot coffee. “You okay doll? You’re usually still in bed until I get you some coffee”, his voice is still a bit rough from sleep and you couldn’t help smile at that and the fact that he knows you so damn well. “Yeah, I’m okay, just couldn’t hold in the need for a pee”, you give a sheepish smile and shrug your shoulders as he makes his way over to you handing you your mug. He wraps his free hand around your waist and kisses the top of your head before saying, “okay well Clint came over and he’s brought the kids with him, so let’s go help him out”, He starts to steer us out the door, but you twirl away from him and say, “let me just freshen up okay? I’ll be 5 minutes tops”, you flash him your brightest smile and he chuckles, “okay but any longer and I’m coming for you”, he winks and then he’s out the door.  You wait a couple seconds to make sure he’s not coming back before rushing into the bathroom. You pick up the test and it takes you a few seconds to comprehend what you’re seeing. You put the test down and sit on the edge of the bath putting your head in your hands. You were pregnant, and you had no idea how Bucky was going to react. It wasn’t something you had spoken about with him, you weren’t even sure if he wanted kids. You sit there a little longer contemplating what to do, knowing full well you couldn’t hide this from him all day because he’d read on your face that something was wrong. So, you decided that you were going to rip the band aid off and just tell him. You marched down the hall and towards the living space, following the giggling of Clint’s children. You were about to call out his name when you rounded the corner and stopped. You leaned against the entryway watching Bucky laughing and smiling playing hide and seek with the kids. It brought a smile to your lips but playing with children for a few hours was much different to raising them and just like that your smile faded and your forehead creased in worry. You didn’t realise Bucky was there until he wrapped his arms around your waist peering down at you. “You sure you’re okay doll? I could feel you worrying about something from across the room”, you could feel him chuckle, but you ignored his question and gazed into his eyes before stating, “you’d make a good dad”. He looked at you more closely before saying “I don’t know, its something a part of me always wanted…”, he trailed off when he noticed a tear had slid down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb gently before cupping your face, “what’s wrong doll? You’re starting to scare me”, you close your eyes and whisper back to him, “you said ‘wanted’, as in past tense”

“Y/N, that doesn’t matter right now, just tell me what’s wrong?”, he was completely oblivious to where the conversation was leading so you decided to just say it instead of beating round the bush. “Bucky, I…I’m pregnant. I took a test this morning and it came back positive”, you sigh and close your eyes not wanting to see his expression turn to horror or watch him struggle to explain that he doesn’t want it. But you feel his arms tighten around your waist as he pulls you close and twirls you around. You squeal not expecting that to happen and open your eyes to see his bright blue ones full of happiness. “Y/N, that’s great news! You know you just made me the happiest man alive right now?”, he cupped your face softy and kissed you passionately. You smiled against his lips thinking life is too good to be true and you were more than happy to live with that.

[vrittivsanghavi]

Lifeline

Bucky x Reader Fic

Oneshot? Series? You tell me...

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 1,809

Warnings: Mentions of physical abusive, Abusive relationship, descriptions of panic attack, rusty writing, fluff

A/N: Thought I would dip my toe back in the water, see how you're all doing? Feel free to tell me if you want more and feel free to make requests. I need to get back into the swing of things!

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It’s been two months, and he still hasn’t found you yet. Despite the nightmares and the hypervigilance, you would call that a win. It’s the longest he’s gone without finding you. Maybe he’s given up? But deep down you know that isn’t the case. You humiliated him when you ran, left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. There would be questions from the neighbours, friends and family. He would never let a slight like that go, and you know it.  

The bell dings above the door in the diner you’ve been working at since you arrived in New York. It brings you out of your head and into the present, to see Bucky walk through the door. You hadn’t realised that it was that time in your shift, looking over to the clock to confirm that it was in fact nine at night.  

You give him a smile. A small one, but the most genuine you’ve been able to manage since running from your ex almost a year ago now. He returns a full watt smile of his own. A smile you never see him give to anyone else, but you don’t look too deeply into that considering you’ve never seen him outside of this diner.  

He sits at the bar upfront to the counter where you already have his black coffee waiting, “you fancy any food? Kitchen is closing soon”, you ask.  

“I’ll take a plate of fries if there’s any going?”, his voice sending a tiny shiver down your spine that makes your toes curl ever so slightly. You are aware of this growing attraction you have to him since he started to come in here regularly a week after you started. And you hadn’t thought about anyone like that since...well since you started your relationship with Andrew around seven years ago.  

Bucky never said much the first few times he came in. He would just nurse a few cups of coffee at night and then leave but after two weeks like that he caught you on a particularly rough day. You were in the middle of a panic attack when he jumped into action and calmed you down and stared anyone down who might have looked or said anything.  

Since then, the damn broke and while you may have not told him about your ex, you both shared some personal titbits that would probably qualify you as friends rather than acquaintances. And ever since that time you told him you hadn’t had time for a break or a bite to eat, he orders fries and makes you share with him. He feigns that the portions are too big, and he needs your help to finish them off, but you know better. You don’t say otherwise, you’re grateful either way.  

When you place the fries in front of him, he asks, “busy tonight?”  

You shake your head as you pop a fry into your mouth, “not really. It’s always quiet on a Tuesday. How was your day? Save anyone today?”  

Bucky rolls his eyes at you. You had no idea who he was when he first came in. And Bucky still had to spell out who he was and why people stared at him in the diner. You were vaguely aware of superheroes, but Andrew kept you rather sheltered so you never knew who they were or the politics of them all.  

Bucky grabs the ketchup and squirts some on your side of the plate and some on his, “no missions today. You know I’m gone for a while when I am.”  

You sigh, because yes you do know he’s gone for a while when he has missions and its usually the longest days or sometimes weeks without him coming in every day.  

You shrug, “I don’t know, there was that time you saved someone from a car explosion on your way here.”  

You smirk as he groans at the mention of his heroics, “that was one time! I can’t believe that even showed on the news.”  

You throw a fry at his face, “I can’t believe I had to find out from the news! You didn’t say a word the entire time you sat here.”  

You laugh as you see a familiar blush creep up from his neck and blooms on his sharp cheeks, “I didn’t think it was a big deal”, he mumbles out.  

Someone walks in through the door, the familiar bell ringing. You walk from behind the counter as they take a seat at a booth. You squeeze Bucky’s shoulder as you pass by and murmur, “everything you do is a big deal to me.”  

You don’t wait for his reply or even a reaction as you head over to the couple talking quietly. You take their order and head over to the back and shout through to Kevin, “hey Kev, you got time for one more food order?”  

He pokes his head from the back, “sure thing”  

You pass him the slip and turn back to Bucky about to say something when a smash comes from the kitchen. You duck. No time to think, your body reacts on instinct, preparing for the worst while try to dodge the inevitable violence that is always directed at you.  

You stay crouched on the floor frozen in place, trapped in your mind at a time when you burned dinner for Andrew, and he threw places and cups all around the kitchen. Curled up on the floor, arms over your head trying to stop any shards from catching your face. You had to pick a few from your arms when he finally calmed down and left to go to the bar.  

Warm hands reach out to hold your face steady. You didn’t know your body was shaking until those hands held your face. So gentle in their touch you know they can’t be Andrew’s. You peek your eyes open and see beautiful, plump lips moving, forming shapes that should come out as words, but you don’t hear anything. Just rushing in your ears.  

It isn’t until your eyes glide up to the steel blue of Bucky’s that you let the air back into your lungs, the roaring subsiding until you hear his quiet murmurs, “you’re here, you’re safe with me. Come back to me.”  

Bucky feels you return to yourself more as your eyes dart around and your hands come to grip his tightly which are still holding your face. You manage a strangled, “I’m sorry” before your throat closes again.  

Bucky shakes his head, “nothing to apologise for.” 

When your whole body stops shaking, Bucky guides you back to a standing position. You glance over the counter, and no one is looking. They had no idea that your whole world suddenly came to a stop. No idea that you practically broke down over a broken plate in the kitchen.  

Bucky pulls your gaze back to his, “you with me?”  

You nod slowly, still not trusting your voice.  

Kevin puts the plates of food down on in the window without even looking before heading back to the kitchen. You reach out, your hands still shaking to take the plates but Bucky captures your hands with his. He links them for a few moments before placing them back at your sides. He takes the plates and heads over to the table you took the order from and delivers them with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.  

His false cheeriness is what starts to bring you back to yourself as you raise your eyebrows at his return, “why don’t you ever greet me like that?”  

He laughs, his head tipping back as he takes his seat again, “because you’re special.”  

“That’s what you say to all the girls”, you reply.  

And just like that the incident is gone. Not forgotten though, you don’t miss the way Bucky watches you more closely, the corners of his mouth set slightly lower now that he’s reminded of how broken you really are. He doesn’t ask, and you’re grateful for that. You’re not ready to talk about the monster that you try pretending doesn’t exist. But you never forget either.  

Bucky stays with you for the rest of your shift. He stands behind you like a bodyguard as you lock up the diner at one in the morning, just when the clubs really start getting busy. He makes a point to walk you all the way back to your apartment building and you don’t miss the frown he always gives it.  

You bump his arm with your shoulder, “it's not as bad as it looks, you know.” 

His face scrunches up, “if you say so. Still don’t like the thought of leaving you here though.”  

You bump into him again with a small smile, “careful Buck, some people might think you’ve gone soft.” 

You see his mouth twitch upwards as he replies, “only for some people.” 

You stare into the eyes that are staring back at you. You can feel them trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite understand. Or maybe you don’t want to because it doesn’t make sense. Someone like you doesn’t get to be happy, someone like you doesn’t get someone like him. You’ve never been that lucky.  

A horn blare down the street, as people whoop from the windows. It breaks the spell as you both turn to look with a small chuckle.  

“I better get inside, I’m beat.” You tell him as you point to your building.  

Bucky clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, definitely. I might be gone for a couple of days. A few things I need to take care of but I’m back on your day off...fancy hanging out?” 

The question almost trails off, but his stare remains intense. It dries up your throat as you open it and close it like a fish for a few moments.  

“It’s okay if you had plans, I just thought it might be nice to do something outside the diner and-”  

“I’d love to.”  

“And I was thinking we could- wait, really?” He looks to you as if he’s waiting for the punchline and it makes your heart ache.  

You give him a warm smile, “I’d love to do something. Despite being here for a few months, I haven’t seen much of New York so will be nice to get out with someone that knows it well.”  

His face splits in two to let out a huge smile, “Okay...okay, I’ll text you when I’m back?” 

You give him a nod and a shy smile, “yeah, sounds good. Goodnight Bucky.”  

His smile is so wide you don’t think he’ll be able to get any words out, so you turn and walk into your building, only glancing back once the elevator doors open to see him still stood there, smiling.  

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Coming Home

PAIRING: Female Avenger! Reader x  Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY:  “Falling for you was like nothing I imagined.” Her voice started to give out as the door to the safe house burst open, “It was coming home.”

WARNINGS: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST! but it has a happy ending, mentions of death, dying, blood, stab wounds, violence, Sad! Bucky, nausea

Word Count: 1913

A/N: Hi! Here is another installment of my febuwhump series! Like I said, completely out of order but I couldn't wait it share this one with you guys!

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

Y/n knew when they left for this mission that something wasn’t right. It was too clean, the information was too good. Despite the many reassurances from Bucky when they landed, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Now, as she ran, she made a mental note to shout, ‘I told you so’ at her partner as soon as they reached the safe house, that was, if she could get out of the collapsing building. Skidding around a turn she pushed herself harder, desperate to reach the exit. She was almost there when there was an excruciating pain thrumming up her left leg. Whipping her head around, she saw a knife embedded in her calf and a trapped HYDRA soldier holding onto the handle. 

“If I’m going down, you’re coming with me, sweetheart.” the soldier grimaced as he twisted the knife. Y/n glanced at the fast-approaching collapse of the ceiling before looking at the trapped man.

“You fucking wish,” she growled before shooting the man. His hand, now lifeless, released the handle so she continued her rapid sprint to the exit, somehow stumbling out the doorway and collapsing in the grass just as the rest of the building fell into a pile of rubble. 

“Y/N! Are you alright?!” Bucky's worried voice shouted in her ear, causing her to wince.

“Just fucking peachy.” She grumbled, closing her eyes as a headache started to form in the back of her head. She re-opened them, however, as she heard rapid footsteps approaching, looking over just in time to see Bucky’s approaching form. He slid to a stop and took in her battered form on the ground.

“Are you hurt darlin’?” Has questioned, as he leaned down to help Y/n back to her feet. S he winced as her left leg started supporting weight again. 

“Yeah some bugger got me in the calf on the way out, but it's not bleeding too badly, we can take care of it at the safe house I think.” She groaned, putting more weight on Bucky's shoulder. He glanced over her shoulder to observe the wound in question and nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, I think so too but let's get you to that safe house faster.” Bucky led her to the bike that was hidden in the tree line and gracefully set her down on the back seat before hopping on the bike himself and speeding off down the dirt road. 

The longer the pair drove, the worse Y/n felt. Her head started spinning and her stomach churned. By the time they reached the safe house, she all but flung herself off the bike and hurled what was left of her breakfast that morning into the bushes. 

“Shit, you ok doll?” Bucky asked, crouching down next to her, running a hand up and down her back. Y/n let out a groan.

“Been better I’m not gonna lie.” As Bucky wrapped an arm around her frame and pulled her up to move her into the house, she couldn’t decide if the butterflies in her stomach were from being this close to him or the nausea. Once inside the small safe house, Bucky placed Y/n on the kitchen table and dashed off to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. 

She tried to get an idea of what was around her in the room but the more she tried to focus on one thing, the more it spun around in her vision. Unable to prop herself up any longer, she lay flat on the table trying to stop the world from moving around her. Bucky returned moments later and placed a wet rag on her forehead, causing her eyes to flutter open. 

“I’m gonna get this knife out now, ok doll?” Bucky said as he rounded the table. All Y/n could do was make a soft ‘mhm’ and groan as he pulled the knife out. 

The first sign that something was wrong was the orange tinge to the blood that came pouring out of the wound. The next hint was the remnants of a yellow powder on the blade. The more strange orange liquid oozed out of the wound, the faster Bucky’s heart sped up.

“Y/n? You feeling ok darlin’?” He called out, looking up from the wound when he heard no response. Y/n’s head was limply lying to one side. He cursed under his breath as he tightened the tunicate and dashed around the table to place a hand on her face.

“Y/n? Open your eyes for me darlin’.” Bucky called out desperately, his thumb brushing over her cheek, taking notice of how cold it was to the touch. Her eyes fluttered open and her blown-out pupils focused on Bucky’s face. A wistful smile decorated her features.

‘Hey Buck, when did you get here?” Bucky’s heart sank, he knew the signs all too well from his time in the war. The faraway look, the disorientation, she was dying, but she couldn’t be, not yet.

“I’ve been here the whole time doll. Can you keep your eyes open for me?” He pleaded as he started to back away to try and return to her wound to keep patching it up. He was stopped by her hand coming up holding his hand to her face, keeping him in place. 

“You know I always knew that this was going to happen.” She mumbled, locking her gaze on his face. Bucky riffled through his pocket looking for his emergency transponder.

“W-what are you talking about, baby? You’re gonna be fine!” He stated, fumbling over his words as he pulled out the little remote and pressed the button. Y/n shook her head.

“No, I’m not and you know that just as much as I do.” Her voice was becoming airy the more she tried to talk. Bucky felt the hard knot in his throat starting to form as he shook his head, willing the tears to go back into his eyes.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about doll. I’m gonna get you patched up a-and we are going to go home and you are gonna take me to that noodle shop you promised me right?” Y/n shook her head softly, not having a lot of energy to move at this point.

“You know I won’t. But please know, none of this is your fault”. Her voice was light and airy as she spoke. Bucky shook his head wildly.

“No, not like this, Y/n, please not like this!” He cried, bringing his other hand up to cup her face, trying to keep her gaze locked on him. She soothed him, bringing her other hand up to place it on top of his head, burying her finger into the dirty chestnut locks. 

“It’s gonna be ok, Buck.” She whispered, a smile still decorating her face. Bucky decided that even as she lay there dying on the table, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

“Don’t be sad, the stars are going to shine tonight.” Bucky took a shaky breath, letting his eyes slip close to savor the feeling of her fingers in his hair one last time.

“A-and when you see them, know I am watching over you.” Y/n gasped as her body began shutting down causing Bucky’s eyes to flash open in alarm. Y/n shook her head a bit, a breathy laugh dancing off her lips.

“There is so much to say, so many wonderful things I have to tell you, but with so little time left.” Her voice was only a whisper now, but even as quiet as her words were, she couldn’t hear the jet engine roaring in the background. 

“Like what darlin’?” Bucky whimpered as he watched her eyes grow dull the closer the footsteps got to the door.

“Falling for you was like nothing I imagined.” Her voice started to give out as the door to the safe house burst open, revealing a disheveled Steve and Bruce barreling in, with the rest not far behind. With a final breath, she looked Bucky right in the eye.

“It was coming home.”

       ~~~~~~happy ending after the cut but if you want to be sad stop here~~~~~~~~

The cry that left Bucky as her hands went limp and her eyes slid closed was going to haunt the team for the rest of their lives. Bruce, who had been tending to the wound the first chance he got, looked to the rest of the team.

“She still has a pulse, all be it faint. I know what's wrong with her, we can save her.” 

To Bucky, everything after that was a blur. Steve pulled Bucky away from Y/n and Tony scooped her up, rushing her back to the jet as the rest rushed after him. Back at the compound, Y/n was placed in the med wing as Bruce began treatment. Bucky didn’t understand much other than “Radiation sickness. Uranium on the knife. Nothing he could have done.”

Nothing he could have done? He watched the love of his life basically die in his arms, in his care and there was nothing he could have done? After being forcibly made to shower and change clothes to rid himself of the Uranium on his clothes was he then allowed into her room. He resumed the position he held at the safe house, clutching her hand and waiting for any signs of life, other than the beeping from the monitor. 

Bucky moved his gaze from her face to the window. The light danced off the windows of the other building unfiltered by the cloudless sky. It was beautiful, but he couldn’t appreciate it, it looked dull in comparison to the woman on the bed.

“I thought I told you to not be sad.” Her voice was so soft that Bucky thought he imagined it but when he snapped his gaze to her face, he saw her bright eyes staring right back at him. Bucky choked on a sob and rested his head on the bed. The relief flooding through his system was too much for him to handle. Her nimble fingers took their rightful place on top of his head, brushing through the now silky hair strands.

After a moment, Bucky lifted his head and captured Y/n’s hand as it fell from his head, pressing a kiss into her palm before holding it in his hands. 

“It’s hard not to be sad when the one person who brought life into the darkest parts of my life was dying in my arms.” He returned his gaze to lock onto Y/ns. For a moment the pair sat in silence before Bucky spoke again.

“I thought I lost you.” Y/n just smiled softly, not saying a word. Bucky just stared at her, trying to bask in the warmth of her gaze as long as he could. The more he basked, the more the nightmarish pain of losing her was becoming just that, a nightmare. 

“But I’m still here.” Bucky’s grip increased slightly, fearful that he may hurt her, but needing to feel her to keep himself grounded, keep himself from falling off the edge of reality in the abyss of ‘what ifs’. Bucky had so many things he wanted to tell her, so many different things he could and should say but the only thing that managed to slip out was, “Yeah. Yeah you are.”

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Broken foot and thin walls - B.Barnes x reader

This is short but adorable, lemme know if you wanna second part :) xx 

TW: Swearing, mention of feet/broken bones, shouting, arguments, Fluffy Buck :) 

Summary - Y/N and Bucky are neighbours with VERY thin walls! 

Bucky wasn’t one for eavesdropping, but the moment he had heard his next door neighbour humming something through the paper thin walls he quickly realised that with his enhanced hearing and the thin wall he didn’t really have the luxury not to. Of course Bucky began finding himself looking forward to six pm when his neighbour would walk through her door, and he would hear her lock turning and then the humming would start. He of course tried to block it out but some how it always seemed to find it’s way to the forefront of his mind. 

Bucky sat on his sofa with one of his old 40s records spinning on the turntable which Sam had bought him weeks ago, he looked at the clock it was 8pm and there was no humming to be heard anywhere. Bucky reminded himself that it wasn’t any of his business and judging by the ‘noises’ he had heard the other night he had assumed that his neighbour was not single. But he still felt his strange need to protect her, his therapist would almost definitely have a reason for it but he decided against thinking about it. Before he could let his mind run away with him he heard your door slam and then the shouting started, even without his enhanced hearing he was sure he’d still be able to hear it crystal clearly. 

“You have no idea what you’re saying, you’re delusional” One shouted, he was sure that it was his mystery neighbour who he was yet to see the face of 

“Me? Delusional? Come on, you’re the one talking about other guys in front of me” “Are you that insecure really?” 

“You were practically cumming a the thought of him” “Oh get a fucking life, I was telling you about my research paper,” 

“Research on a fucking criminal, yeah real classy Y/N” He shouted, 

Bucky suddenly felt rather uncomfortable listening in so instead just turned up his record player until the sounds were halfway drowned out. 

It had been hours, and Bucky’s eyes were begging to droop, the shouting was still going ahead, and he was half tempted to knock and interrupt just to check everything was ok but he reminded himself quickly that it wasn’t even close to being his place to say anything. It was close to 2am when he heard his neighbours door slam closed and her ‘guest’ stomped down the stairs in the apartment building. Bucky turned down his record player in hopes of hearing the humming but all he heard were soft sobs. 

The morning couldn’t come quick enough for Bucky, he had started getting up earlier than usual to hear the humming in the morning before Y/N headed to work. This morning was no different as Bucky sat at his table sipping coffee and reading yesterdays newspaper whilst listening to Y/N’s soft song, that was until

“FUCK” Y/N shouted, followed by a large crash Bucky quickly grabbed his gun and paused, awaiting some kind of sign that Y/N was in desperate trouble, “You motherfucker, fuck, shit, fuck” She continued with her stream of curse words that only made Bucky more concerned. Deciding he’d rather piss off his neighbour than let her get killed he quickly ran out of his apartment and burst through Y/N’s door, knocking it off of it’s hinges. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” She screamed at him, 

Bucky paused with his gun at ready, and pointing at any potential threats but he quickly realised that there was nobody else in the apartment, other than him, Y/N and a dumbbell which was rolling across the floor, 

“I heard a crash and thought you were hurt or being attacked” Bucky said gently taking an awkward step towards Y/N trying to figure out the reason for the crash, 

“Hurt yet, being attacked no” Y/N explained as Bucky took in the tears in her eyes, 

“Where are you hurt?” He said closing the gap between them, 

“I dropped that stupid dumbbell on my foot” She huffed, Bucky noted how she had been standing on one leg since he had broken in, 

“Let me take a look? I’m no doctor but I know my way around injuries” 

“Yeah I can imagine” Y/N said as she let Bucky move her to one of her barstools, he sat next to her and placed her foot on his thigh so he could look at it properly. 

“You know who I am?” Bucky asked 

“I’m kinda a fan” Y/N admitted “Of the howling commandos, I had to a stupid project years ago when I was back in school and it got me invested in you mainly and Captain America too really” 

“Me huh?” Bucky asked as he started prodding her foot earning himself a wince and a tight breath in from Y/N, “Sorry” He muttered 

“Yeah, you. When you’re trial and pardon and everything was going through I kinda followed it. I’ve actually started writing a research paper on you and your pardon, actually cost me my boyfriend last night” She said, and it dawned on Bucky that the ‘guy’ that he heard Y/N arguing about was him, he let a small smirk grace his lips “I’m sorry you probably think I’m totally crazy” 

“Not totally crazy, I uh can’t lie but I heard some of your fight” He said 

“Thin walls huh?” She huffed “Which part did you hear, you know Mrs Jefferson in Apartment 6C heard the bit about me being a selfish bitch so if you timed it right you can fill each other in” She tried to joke, Bucky let out a small laugh, 

“I heard the start” He watched as Y/N began to realise which part he had heard

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.” She groaned 

“The broken foot or the thin walls?” 

“Broken?!” She said looking at Bucky with a terrified look 

“Broken toes I’m pretty sure” he said, 

“Fuck” She said burying her face in her hands

“Look it’s ok, I’ll tape it up for you and you can come by mine every day so I can check on it? I’m no doctor but I’ll know if it isn’t getting better” 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that” 

“You didn’t ask” Bucky said, “I uh also may have broken your door” 

“Great” Y/N said with an eye roll 

“How uh, how about you stay at mine tonight. The door locks, and I’ll call a guy out today to come and fix yours, and then I can keep an eye on your foot? Just in case it gets worse” 

“Well I can’t turn Bucky Barnes down now can I?” Y/N chuckled. 

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That I What? - mob!Bucky x reader

TW: fight, mentions of abusive ex, allusions to death, Bucky being protective 

Summary: Y/N ex seems to have more of a hold on Y/N than Bucky realised 

Bucky knew something was up the moment he walked through the door, Y/N was curled up on the large leather sofa with a blanket wrapped tightly around her and her head in her hands. She clearly hadn’t heard the door, Bucky knew she wouldn’t ever let him see her like this unless it was an accident. 

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