There is no such thing as an ‘easy life.’ Everyone experiences different struggles; whether it’s emotional or physical, personal or social, controllable or uncontrollable. We all go through rough patches, battles, and moments when darkness seems to be the only way. However, we each have each other. We have constant support. These are the times when we must come together and help fight through the darkness that may be present. So look to your neighbours when needed, and reciprocate unconditional love. You are never alone, and will forever be protected by those around you.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader


Last updated April 10th, 2017.

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Protected | Yixing X Reader AU Series | Chapter 1 |

Assassin!Yixing X Bodyguard!Reader

Genre: Action, angst, mystery

Warnings: Blood, violence, death, language

Word Count: 6,214 (holy sh*t what have I done)

Chapter 2 >>

The blood… it was everywhere

Your eyes felt like cinderblocks: Dry. Heavy. Unmoving.

The blood; was it yours?

As you tried to move your body, you were met with a painful realization: you were laying in a pool of blood, and, as you tried to gather any scrap of information about your surroundings, you found yourself to be utterly immobile. You collected every fiber of your willpower to pry your eyes open just long enough to scan your approximate area. Your breathing quickened and you fidgeted in panic once you saw something vertically, fatally lodged in your abdomen.


Your figure remained a solid brick regardless of your willful attempts to budge even the slightest. You felt a strange presence of heat to the left of your body as a faint light danced out of the corner of your vision.

Fire. There’s a fire.

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Protected: Part Six

Summary: Reader is the younger sister of Tony Stark. After a bad breakup with her abusive ex she moves into the Stark Tower and asks Tony to help her train so she can look after herself and feel safe. Having previously worked at S.H.I.E.L.D as a translator, she fits in with the team immediately and proves herself to be no damsel in distress but that isn’t to say she doesn’t welcome the protective aura of a certain super-soldier.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Tony x Steve, Wanda x Vision, Tony x sister!reader

Word count: 2024

Warnings: Minor smut, violence, flufffff!

A/N: when speech is in italics, it means they are speaking another language. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Y/F/N = Your Full Name. Soooooo, last part guys!! I had trouble deciding how to do the ending, I didn’t want to make it too clichéd or predictable and, well this is how it turned out. Enjoy!! And thank you so much for all the positive feedback!! :)

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You groaned. What the hell? You pushed up from the ground and looked around to see what had hit you. Your face and hands were stinging, scraped by the concrete, but if the sound of a bullet firing was anything to go by, you could have been a lot worse off.

Bucky was next to you, pulling free of the restraints easily and removing the mask; he had pushed you out of the way. You scrambled backwards, dragging him with you behind a dumpster for cover.

“What the hell just happened?” You hissed, checking him over frantically for any sign of injury.

“I don’t know exactly. He was suspicious, but you managed to reassure him and then suddenly he was going for his gun. You were so focused on getting him to believe you that you didn’t see it until the last minute. I didn’t have time to remove the restraints so I just … threw myself at you,” he explained in a hushed whisper.

“It was Sam,” Wanda spoke through your coms, her voice strained, “He recognised Sam as the falcon. He must have seen him on the news or something – we didn’t count on him recognising Sam.”

“God, I am such an idiot. Well this has all gone to shit, we can still salvage it though, if we capture Rahimi,” you said, noting the sound of fighting close by.

He nodded and you spoke again, this time to the rest of the team through the coms, “Is everyone ok?”

You received affirmative answers from everyone, and that was all the confirmation you needed to re-join the fight. You looked at Bucky, wanting to say something but you weren’t sure what. His gaze was steely and you could tell he didn’t want you to fight but that was tough luck. You didn’t want him to fight either, but you both just had to suck it up. With one final, fierce nod, the two of you re-entered the battle.

Chaos. It was absolute chaos. And you loved it. The adrenaline was a buzz surging through your body and it made you understand all at once why some people were adrenaline junkies. Bullets flew left and right and Rahimi’s men held their own, considering they were up against super-soldiers, ex-assassins and the like. They still didn’t hold up long.

Your team cut through them like a knife through butter and Rahimi wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he was on the losing side. He ran to his limo but you clocked it immediately and suddenly two knifes were whistling through the air and his wheels were out of commission. He tried for the club door next but Wanda flicked her hand and sparks of red energy kept him from getting anywhere near the door.

One of his men intercepted your course for Rahimi with a punch that you ducked easily and then returned more accurately. He stumbled backwards and you used the opportunity to kick upwards, catching him square in the jaw with the heel of your boot. He flew backwards into the ground and you kept moving, kept fighting, wading through Rahimi’s fighters to get to him.

A sudden cry of anguish had you stopping in your tracks though, and you watched in horror as a woman met Tony with a shot to the left shoulder joint of the suit – a weak point. It was a lucky shot, one in a million, but it made Tony vulnerable to her continued assault. You felt rage bubbling up inside of you and in a matter of seconds you were in front of her. You moved so quickly that she didn’t notice you until it was too late and the gun was knocked from her hand. You spun a knife in your hand, grinning threateningly. You swung forwards in a deadly arc. She dodged it, just, but your movements were quick and she didn’t have time to recover before you were launching your next attack.

You moved on again, pleased to see that Rahimi had still been prevented from leaving so you made a beeline straight for him.

He had his back to you, scurrying for cover, “Hamid Rahimi,” you called, your voice bouncing off of the walls of the alley.

He paused for a second but didn’t look back. You rolled your eyes.


He stumbled and lurched forwards, hitting the ground. You moved towards him slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. He grasped his leg, his breaths coming short, his face pained.

“Lay down on the ground and put your hands behind your back, Mr Ramimi,” you ordered. He began to do as you said, turning onto his knees and getting onto his stomach. You reached for your cuffs and rolled your eyes as you saw him trying to reach a gun lying on the floor nearby without alerting you.


He flinched backwards, letting out a shriek and you rolled your eyes again. He clutched his hand to him and you repeated your order. This time he listened, still whimpering. You hadn’t even shot him that time, just aimed near his hand.

Rahimi was in already cuffs the next time you got knocked to the ground.

You groaned once again, a feeling of déjà vu overcoming you, “Ugh, Buck, what now? I’m starting to think you just like landing on top of me.”

You heard a gruff chuckle and then hissed in a breath as he punched your arm, half-playful, half-annoyed, “I swear to god, if you don’t start watching your six, doll, I’m gonna have an aneurysm.”

“I thought that was your job,” you gave him an innocent smile and he rolled his eyes, “In all seriousness though, thank you. I’ll watch my back better next time,” you added quietly. He nodded without looking at you, and for half a second the two of you just lay there, catching your breath. The fighting had ceased – your team had won.

You turned your head to look at him, “Bucky,” you whispered, your heart beating a million miles per hour for an entirely different reason than a moment ago.

“Yeah, doll?” he asked, his voice just as quiet.

“I-“ your voice faltered. How could you say this to him? The words caught in your throat, constricted behind anxiety.

He looked at you, eyes serious and for a second, half a second, you thought he might know what you were trying to say, but then the moment was gone and you lost your nerve.

Hey, Miss Sterling,” Rahimi drawled, his voice stroppy, “If that even is your name. When you’re finished having a moment with pretty boy I’m fucking bleeding to death over here.”

A sigh left your mouth but it saved you making up an excuse for Bucky. You heaved yourself up, bringing Bucky with you and went to get Rahimi up. He had been exaggerating, of course, your aim had been good; stopping him from running but hitting no major vessels in his leg.

The ride home was filled with the buzz of success and around you everyone congratulated you on completing your first mission, but your mind was far away, pondering.

You moved in an almost trance-like state, smiling when people talked to you but feeling slightly detached from everything, like you were hearing everything through a glass wall. Your mind whirled with the epiphany you had had back there, lying next to him.

“I’m gonna go have a shower guys, then I’ll join you downstairs, yeah?” They all agreed and you went your separate ways to clean up from the mission. No one was seriously injured luckily – it turned out that the shot to Tony’s suit hadn’t actually got to him, just interfered with his suit’s movement and given him one heck of a bruise.

You wandered into your shower, relishing the hot water against your skin and thinking over what you were going to do. You had long accepted your crush on Bucky, but that was all – a crush. Now, well, looking at him in that moment in the alley, just lying there, you didn’t just like Bucky, hell you were in love with him. Strangely, you felt calm at the realisation, even though it had the potential to ruin your friendship with the man. It wouldn’t, you decided, people loved and moved on all the time and so would you. You’d happily be Bucky’s friend.

When you left the shower you changed into some cotton shorts and one of Bucky’s t-shirts. You didn’t bother putting on a bra, deciding they were too damn uncomfortable and the team were practically family anyways. You left the bathroom, intending to find Bucky’s jumper to cuddle up in on the sofa, but the moment you left the bathroom you found yourself being thrown against a wall.

Training kicked in and in a second you had flipped your opponent round, pressing them into the wall.

“Bucky?” You pulled back slightly but didn’t release him, confused.

“Well, doll, I mean this isn’t what I intended, but it works just as well,” he practically purred, all smirks and sultry gazes and god you were confused. Was he drunk?

You voiced the question and he laughed, “Can’t get drunk, doll, remember? Now,” suddenly you were back against a wall and he was right there; bright blue eyes inches from your own, the ghost of his breath fluttering across your skin, “I think you had something you wanted to tell me, hmm?”

“Huh- wh-, no?” you squeaked, the unexpected close-contact successfully melting your brain.

He grinned, “No? So you don’t want me to do this?” He leaned in slowly, giving you time to stop him, closer and closer.

His lips brushed yours, slightly chapped, stubble tickling your face. Unconsciously you leaned into the kiss and your arms travelled up his chest, gripping his shoulders. The kiss was short but full of passion and when he pulled away you had to fight the urge to follow him with your lips.

“So, doll? What was it you were gonna say?” He asked, his grin transitioning into something softer.

“I-,” you took a breath, steadying yourself, “I’m in love with you James Buchanan Barnes,” you whispered, looking down at the admission.

A metal finger lifted your chin back up and you saw warmth and joy and- and love.

His smile was the sun as he replied, “And I’m in love with you too, Y/F/N.”

And then your lips crashed, skin burning, hands grasping. You pulled him closer, locking your arms behind his neck and shivered as his hands grasped your waist, touching skin. His hands continued to move, up, under your shirt – no, his shirt – caressing the skin of your back, bringing you even closer. Every inch of your body lined his; you could feel every muscle, every hard angle, you could feel him. On impulse you squeezed his neck and shoulders tighter and he guessed what you were going to do, catching you easily as your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands went to your bum, and you gasped into his mouth. You felt him grin, that shit-eating grin you knew so well, and it made you smile to and then you were both just grinning like idiots at each other and before you knew it the both of you were laughing.

After a moment you stopped, smiles still lingering as you looked at each other.

“So … you do like landing on top of me then, soldier?” you asked, smirking slightly.

He let out a low growl, “I love it when you call me that, doll, and to answer your question,” he didn’t finish his sentence but instead turned and threw you on the bed, immediately following and landing on top of you, his legs between yours, his arms travelling up and down your sides, brushing the side of your breasts.

“I love you so much, doll. I’ll always love you and protect you. Let me show you how much I love you, doll,” he whispered.

You nodded, before finding your voice, “Only if you’ll let me show you too.”

It’s safe to say, you guys missed dinner.

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Protected: Part Four

Summary: Reader is the younger sister of Tony Stark. After a bad breakup with her abusive ex she moves into the Stark Tower and asks Tony to help her train so she can look after herself and feel safe. Having previously worked at S.H.I.E.L.D as a translator, she fits in with the team immediately and proves herself to be no damsel in distress but that isn’t to say she doesn’t welcome the protective aura of a certain super-soldier.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Tony x Steve, Wanda x Vision, Tony x sister!reader

Word count: 2,678

Warnings: None

A/N: when speech is in italics, it means they are speaking another language. Sorry for the wait guys! Hope you like it! I’m working on the next part already so it should be out pretty soon.

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“Y/N, come on, wake up. It’s time for your first day of training, dollface.” You groaned in response snuffling further into the warmth of your pillows. Yesterday had drained you emotionally and you had spent the rest of the day swaddled in blankets watching cheesy rom-coms. Half way through, Bucky had joined you and you had, once again, fallen asleep to the feeling of his hands tracing your skin and threading through your hair.

You realised he must have carried you back to your room again and now you were more comfortable than you had thought possible and you hadn’t had any nightmares!

“Y/N. Come on, doll. I’ll tickle you,” he threatened. Your eyes shot open, waking from the befuddled half-sleep state you had been in, and you realised that your pillow was not your pillow, but Bucky’s chest and the warmth you felt was due to his arms being wrapped around you.

You looked up into his face, “Huh, Buck. Not that I’m complaining,” you grinned mischievously, “but what’s going on?”

He laughed softly, “Hey, don’t look at me like that, doll. I came to put you in your bed last night but when I tried to leave you wouldn’t let go of my t-shirt and you kept saying my name. Eventually I gave up and decided to stay,” he shrugged and grinned.

You blushed a little, embarrassed that you had apparently forced Bucky to sleep in your bed, “Sorry,” you murmured.

He laughed again and squeezed you tighter for a second, before letting one hand start rubbing lazy circles into the small of your back, “It’s ok, doll. I didn’t mind and uh- well it was nice actually – I didn’t have any nightmares.” He smiled down at you gently.

You beamed back at him, sitting up suddenly in the bed. You lost the warmth that he had given you but you were too excited to care (mostly) as you entwined your fingers in a casual movement, looking down, “Same,” you whispered.

He smiled, “Come on, Y/N, time to get ready. It really is your first day of training.”

You nodded and faltered for a moment before throwing yourself forward and giving him a quick hug, “Thanks, soldier,” you whispered. You felt him smile against your neck as he held you tighter for a moment, “Now out!” You ordered, laughing as he jogged out of your room with his arms up in surrender.

You had a quick shower, getting dressed in some yoga pants, a sports bra and a loose top with your trainers. You found Nat in the kitchen, wearing similar clothes, with a bottle of water in her hand.

“Morning, Nat,” you said cheerfully, heading to the fridge.

“Morning Y/N. Are you ready to start training?” She asked, smiling at you.

“Wait, are you the one training me?” You asked, looking at her hopefully – you and Nat had grown close during your short time at the tower and you got on well with her.

She nodded and you let out a triumphant, “Yes!” She laughed as you threw yourself around her in a hug and the two of you jumped up and down a little, her laughing at your enthusiasm. It was nice to see her let go for once, instead of being the cool controlled assassin that she usually was.

“I suggest you have something light, like a banana or to keep you going, then we’ll train for a couple of hours and then you can have breakfast. You can have a break over lunchtime and then we’re starting training again at 2pm, sharp, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” you said, saluting her. She rolled her eyes and allowed you to grab a quick bite to eat before the two of you made your way down to the training area.

“Now, the reason I’m the one training you is simple, we’re both similar heights and weights and women have different bodies to men. We don’t have as much muscle naturally so we have to work harder to be just as strong and if that doesn’t work, we have to find ways around our opponents’ strength,” she explained, walking towards where thick blue mats were piled against a wall. You went to help her and the two of you put some down in the middle of the room.

“What about when you’re on missions?” you asked, grunting with the effort of pulling the heavy mat.

“Well, although I’ll be your main trainer, you’re going to get training from everyone here. We all have different fighting styles, our own unique methods, and you’re going to learn all of them and mix them together to make your own. You’ll be able to put Jake on his ass, and much more, in no time,” she told you, her voice fierce. It made a small smile slip onto your face at how much Tony’s team had come to care for you, letting you in easily and making room in their lives when they could have done the opposite.

You nodded, determined, “Let’s do this.”

Several (definitely more than several) mistimed attacks and bruises later, and your resolve to learn was just as strong, even if you were feeling a little battered.

“You’re doing well, Y/N. You’re already strong and fit due to the mandatory basic training at S.H.I.E.L.D which is good for us because that’s one less thing we have to work on. We’ll take a break now, and pick this up again in the afternoon,” she told you, helping you up from the mat.

It was now lunchtime, and you were sweating like a pig, to be frank, “Oh fuck it,” you muttered, pulling your shirt off to leave only your sports bra on underneath. Natasha had done that hours ago, but you had refused, unwilling to expose your body, which was miles less toned than hers. But now you were on the verge of overheating and so you finally gave in, using the t-shirt to pat your face and neck as you went to get your drink.

There was a sort of strangled noise and a loud thump! behind you and you turned to see Bucky and Sam in a pile next to the, now open, double doors. You frowned.

“Were you guys spying on us?” You asked, walking towards them, forcing yourself to be confident in your body and not cover it – doing so would only draw attention to it.

Bucky grinned up at you cheekily whilst Sam gave you a sheepish look, “Was just checking out the goods is all,” Bucky quipped.

“Oi, Soldier,” you said, playfully swatting him with your shirt.

“Hey! What was that for?” He protested, laughing as he rolled away from where he was tangled with Sam and started to get up.

You gave him a look and he put up his hands in surrender, “Sorry, doll. We are actually here for a reason, Nat, Coulson needs you, got a mission, he says it’s urgent.”

Nat sighed, “Seriously? I asked him if I could have today off.”

Sam nodded grimly, “He said he wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t an emergency. Sorry Nat.”

“Well it’s not me he should be apologising to, it’s Y/N. We were training today. Sorry Y/N,” she said, turning to you with a disappointed smiled.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. Go save the world and stuff.” You patted her arm reassuringly, hiding the disappointment you felt – you had been enjoying the sparring even though you had lost every time.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast, doll. I still have the day free, I’ll finish your training for today,” Bucky said. You groaned at the playful smirk on his face; this was going to be hell.

“Well, we’re not starting again until 2 anyway, so I’ll meet you then. For now I need to gather my strength so I can manage putting up with you for more than an hour,” you quipped, smirking at him. You saw Sam roll his eyes at the two of you, “What? What are you rolling your eyes at Wilson. Of all people, I thought you’d agree that Bucky’s a little annoying shit,” you said, ignoring the offended gasp Bucky let out.

He smiled, “Yeah yeah, Y/N/N. I’m just observing is all. I think Natasha here knows what I mean,” the two of them made eye contact whilst you looked between them with a clueless expression.

You huffed, “Whatever, I’m gonna go hop in the shower to cool down. I feel gross.” With that, you marched out of the room and back to your own bedroom. Once in there, you stripped and hopped in the shower. You didn’t bother to wash properly, since you would be getting sweaty again in a couple of hours, but instead enjoyed the cold water on your skin, which felt almost feverish in comparison.

Two o’clock came all too soon for your liking and soon you were stood outside the training room doors, reluctant to go in. Strangely, you felt nervous to train with Bucky, though you weren’t quite sure why. At first, you wondered if it was because you would be seeing a side of him that you hadn’t before – the soldier, the fighter, the assassin – were you secretly scared? But the thought was dismissed as soon as it appeared; Bucky made you feel safe, he had ever since the first time you had met him and you didn’t think it was possible for you to be scared of him. Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake it, so you stood outside the doors, pondering.

“Interesting way of training.”

You jumped, heart skipping a beat and turned with a frown to Bucky, “Why are you always so flippin’ quiet,” you complained, punching him playfully.

He rolled his eyes again and pushed the door open, gesturing for you to go in, “After you, mi’lady.”

Now you rolled your eyes, fondly shaking your head at his antics, “Whatever Barnes. Let’s just get this show on the road.” He followed you in, dropping his towel and bottle of water at the side and standing in the middle of the mat, waiting for you. He was relaxed, hands held loosely by his side, the ghost of a smile still on his lips as he watched you fiddle with your stuff. You felt a faint blush grow on your cheeks as he watched you and your eyes wandered over his form without meaning to. He was strong, all broad shoulders and muscle. Even relaxed, his right arm showed definition and his hard chest pushed at his top a little.

Your gaze travelled down, to look at his metal arm – you had never seen past his wrist before, as he usually covered it with long sleeved t-shirts. Curiosity filled your mind as you admired it, reflecting the light of the gym slightly. It was beautiful really, you thought to yourself. You looked back up to see where it fused with his shoulder, but it was covered by his top. You knew Tony and T’Challa had worked on it extensively to improve the interface between Bucky’s shoulder and the arm so that it wouldn’t be painful for him to have and use.

“Like what you see, doll?” He asked, smirking slightly.

Your eyes would end up rolling out of your head, if he kept those clichéd lines up, “Yeah,” you paused, walking forward with a smirk, “Tony and T’Challa have done amazing on this arm. I mean, I’ve seen the before pictures and really it looks very similar but Tony was telling me about everything they’ve done to improve it,” you began rambling about the improved tech. Though you had originally intended only to use it as a snappy retort, once you started talking, you did geek out a little. You picked up his arm, holding it in front of you to look at and twisting it around slightly, careful not to cause Bucky any discomfort.

“I mean, the metal is inlaid with thousands of sensors wired into your Central Nervous System to mimic the feeling of a real hand and, of course, T’Challa used vibranium to rebuild the arm, making it ten times stronger than your old one. Since the creation of Vision, combined with Wakandan knowledge of vibranium, we’ve been able to incorporate it much more efficiently into the arm. It goes beyond cybernetic prosthetics – this arm is semi-organic really, like vision, though it still has the appearance of metal-”

“Doll?” He asked cutting you off. You looked up to see he had an amused smile as he looked down at you.

You dropped the arm, “Sorry. I had a phase of wanting to be a doctor and Tony talks to me about his projects a lot and I just think it’s such a cool arm – sorry, rambling again. Let’s start.”

He smiled warmly at you, “It’s ok. It’s cute, doll.”

You felt a blush warm your cheeks a little but ignored it – you had heard plenty of stories about Bucky’s days as a ladies man from Steve and knew it was in his nature to flirt with others.

You stepped back, falling into a fighting stance as Natasha had showed you earlier, “Lets’s do this, soldier.”

He suddenly grinned and brought his hands up, “Gladly, dollface.”

You were patient, knowing that you would lose this, and instead deciding that even though it would be impossible for you to win unless he let you, you could still impress him. The two of you circled each other, waiting for one to make a move. When he realised from your steely gaze that you weren’t going to be that one, he let out a soft laugh and smirked.

You barely saw his hand coming and it grazed the side of your face but you managed to dodge to the left. He predicted that and your stomach met his knee. It knocked the wind out of you, but he was pulling his punches – something you weren’t entirely ungrateful for in that moment. You pushed away from him, swiping the hair out of your face and taking a breath. He observed you for a moment, checking if you were alright. When he decided that you were, he went straight back in.

The two of you sparred for a few minutes, him calling out advice here and there, you getting stopped by him at every turn, that was, until the last moment. He got you in a headlock, thinking he had won and it was a stroke of luck for you that he had decided to use this particular move on you. This was one manoeuvre that you knew very well – it was part of the basic training provided to all agents in self-defense and you had used it before when some guy grabbed you at a bar.

The hand caught between you and him pulled back and went over his head, scrabbling for a hold. Ideally, you wanted the eyes, but since you couldn’t find them, you grabbed his hair. At the same time, your other hand struck his groin as you pulled backwards, making his head jerk backwards. That gave you time to find his eyes, since you could now see where to aim, and you pushed down on them. He fell to the ground, but his grip didn’t release like you expected. It loosened slightly but you ended up being pulled to the floor with him.

“Agh!” you yelped as you fell on top of him roughly, losing your grip and landing on his chest. For a moment the two of you just laid there, catching your breath, before you sat up, straddling him and smiled down at him.

“Well, I certainly didn’t expect that, doll,” he murmured, impressed.

You laughed, “Neither did I, to be honest.” You knew that had it been a real fight, you probably wouldn’t have even gotten the opportunity to pull that move, but it felt good anyway. You were proud of yourself. You looked at him for a moment longer, before realising the position you were in and rolling off clumsily.

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| Protected | Yixing X Reader AU Series | Chapter 2 |

Assassin!Yixing X Bodyguard!Reader

Genre: Action, angst, mystery

Warnings: Blood, violence, language, guns

Word Count: 4,514

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3




Before you could open your eyes, the repetitive sound of a hospital monitor reverberated in your head, the monotonous drone of it quickly unsettling you.

Why am I-

The soft, yet unpleasant sound of metal screeching against metal caused you to force your eyelids open, presenting you with the blurry image of a male nurse making his way through the doorway with a small metal cart.

Your head jerked up, wincing at the bright intensity of the overhead lights as you examined the cramped hospital room you found yourself in.

“How are you feeling, miss?” The nurse’s words rang in your head, causing it to throb.

“I’m- I’m-” You struggled to get a single word out of your system as your throat contracted dryly.

The nurse pulled up alongside the hospital bed and began to fumble with the medical instruments that lay sprawled out on his cart. “It’s alright, your senses will come back to you slowly. The IV you have right now should help with the pain.”

An IV?

Glancing down, a thin tube that protruded from your forearm confirmed the nurse’s statement.

“What- how-… Why am I here?” You brought your other hand to your hair, scratching your head in confusion.

Turning your head back to face the nurse, your heart lept into your throat. Upon reexamination, the staff-member didn’t seem much like a typical staff-member at all.. As your vision began to focus itself, the nurse’s hulking biceps and rippling muscles told your nerves that this man was significantly over-qualified to be working as a medical assistant. Lifting your gaze, you noticed the beginnings of a sinister tattoo along the man’s neck, the extent of its length as well as the design was obscured by the green medical scrubs. You squinted your eyes, drifting your vision all over the man’s body to get a read on who exactly was in the room with you. As he turned around from his cart, your colored, exhausted eyes met his black, beady ones.

Something’s not right.

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Protected: Part Five

Summary: Reader is the younger sister of Tony Stark. After a bad breakup with her abusive ex she moves into the Stark Tower and asks Tony to help her train so she can look after herself and feel safe. Having previously worked at S.H.I.E.L.D as a translator, she fits in with the team immediately and proves herself to be no damsel in distress but that isn’t to say she doesn’t welcome the protective aura of a certain super-soldier 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Tony x Steve, Wanda x Vision, Tony x sister!reader

Word count: 2,581

Warnings: None?

A/N: when speech is in italics, it means they are speaking another language. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Ok guys, you’re all probably gonna hate me by the end of this chapter. There will be one more part, however, I’m not gonna tell you the end so you’ll just have to wait and see! :)

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“Shit!” The Arabic slipped from your mouth as you landed with a thump against the mat. Natasha let out a laugh, able to get the gist of what you were saying from your tone. By now she and the other members of the team were used to you transitioning fluidly between languages. Originally they had thought it was strange, not understanding why you would just slip a word in, here and there, for no reason. But you soon explained that sometimes you couldn’t help it; a side effect of understanding, speaking and remembering every language that you heard was that occasionally the lines got blurred. For you, knowing different languages wasn’t like it was for other people, translating words in your head, no; it was natural, just like an expansion to your vocabulary.

You allowed yourself a moment to think whilst she stood above you. She was distracted, thinking she had won and you used that as an opportunity to hook your leg around hers and bring her tumbling down with you. In a second, you had flipped her over and straddled her waist, pinning her hands above her head, “Yield,” you ordered.

She set her jaw stubbornly and then the corners of her mouth pulled up in a small smile and suddenly her legs came up behind you, the soles of her feet pushing underneath your armpits. She pushed you backwards with her feet, causing the two of you to roll, landing with her sat upright and you pinned across her legs.

“Yield,” she said, grinning but instead you struggled, refusing to give up.

Finally you managed to wiggle a leg free and curl the back of your knee around the front of her neck, pushing her back so you essentially just rocked back into your earlier position. However, this time your leg barred her neck and one arm, keeping her upper body in your control. You leaned back, using one hand to hold her legs down and the other to keep her free hand by her side, “Yield,” you demanded, smirking at her.

The two of you were breathing heavily and for a second she continued to struggle but your leg was an iron bar across her throat and any great movement from her would cut of her oxygen supply, “Fine. Fine! I yield,” she muttered, flopping back onto the mat.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” You laughed, getting off of her and pulling her up with you whilst she rolled her eyes affectionately at your celebrations.

You had been at the Avengers for facility for ten months now. After three months, you joining the team had been made official. It was rare for someone to click with the entire team so well, as well as having the skill and potential to keep up with them; most were too scared of the Winter Soldier or star-struck by Captain America, or something along those lines with another member of the team. Some simply didn’t understand that the group was more than just a team, but a family.

You had spent every day of the last ten months training with each of the team in different areas of combat: shooting (arrows and bullets) with Clint; hand to hand combat with Natasha; knives and other weaponry with Bucky and a bunch of acrobatic fighting skills with Steve. The others had joined in too – you and Sam often went on runs together (which he preferred because for once he was the one winning) and you sometimes joined Rhodey during his physical therapy sessions, both of you encouraging each other. You sparred against all of them, learning their different fighting styles to help develop your own.

Wanda and Vision didn’t join in with your physical training, but the three of you spent long periods of time discussing the mechanics of your powers, since they were all to do with the mind. Wanda was fascinated to find that when she was in your mind, she could channel your ability to understand others; whilst Vision, who was still trying to get a hold on the world, loved to hear you speak different languages and tell him about their cultures.

Coulson had agreed to make your training official, meaning that you no longer had to do your old job transcribing recorded conversations between foreign operatives and working out the codes they used to communicate. Instead, you could focus on training. Because of this and your determination to practise and improve, you had progressed remarkably quickly.

“Y’know, you really are a natural at this, Y/N,” Natasha commented as the two of you went to pick up your things and leave the training room.

You smiled proudly, “It’s thanks to you guys really. You’re all great teachers,” you paused, thinking for a moment, “Y’know, as much as everything that happened with Jake was awful, I’m almost glad it happened, because if it hadn’t happed I would have never met you guys and gotten close with Tony again,” you told her, the warmth you felt for everyone shining through in your tone.

She smirked mischievously, “And…” she drew out the word, sending you a sideways glance, “You wouldn’t have met a certain Super-soldier.”

You played dumb, “What? You mean Steve? He’s my brother’s boyfriend; I think I would have met him eventually.” You gave her an innocent smile.

She snorted, “No, I mean James Buchanan Barnes, the man you’re in love with,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Shhh! Nat! I told you that in confidence don’t go sprouting it off to the whole tower!” you hissed. “And besides,” you lowered your voice, “I didn’t say I was in love with him! It’s just a tiny crush!” you defended indignantly.

She laughed, “Yeah, yeah, whatever Y/N-” she was interrupted by her phone ringing and she sent you an apologetic look before answering it, “Coulson, what is it?” She was silent as she listened to Phil explain, then, “Ok. I’m coming now-” she paused to listen again, a bemused look settling on her face and she glanced at you, “Uh yeah, sure. I’ll bring her. We’re on our way now.” She hung up the phone and looked at you, “We’ve got a mission.”

“We?” You asked, incredulous.

“Yup,” she nodded, “Coulson says you’re needed for this mission.”

You frowned; you weren’t supposed to be going on any missions for another few months, and certainly not one that sounded as urgent (and therefore probably high-profile) as this one. But you didn’t argue, deciding to wait for the briefing, and followed Nat to the elevator.

When you arrived in the briefing room, everyone was already there. You glanced at Bucky, sending him a shrug when he frowned at you in confusion, before sitting next to him, leaning against him slightly as you looked to the front where Coulson was stood.

“Right, now everybody’s here, we can begin,” he clicked a remote in his hand and the blank screen lit up with some very familiar pictures. Now you knew why they needed you, “This man is Hamid Rahimi. Mr Rahimi is an Iranian businessman who primarily deals with arms trade. He’s notoriously hard to track, difficult to pin anything on and almost impossible to get to.” Phil clicked again and more pictures appeared. “These pictures were taken two weeks ago at the back of one of Rahimi’s clubs.”

The pictures featured two people being dragged into the back of blacked out vans, unconscious. You had seen them already, well not these exact ones, but very similar ones that had been taken before you stopped translating and decoding Intel. Phil clicked again and the screen zoomed out to reveal dozens more pictures like it, some of which you recognised.

“Mr Rahimi also runs a covert smuggling operation, his trade being people. However, Mr Rahimi has a rather unique payload. All of these people,” he gestured to the board, “Are special in some form or another. Mutants, inhumans, geniuses and many more. Because of this, S.H.I.E.L.D has deemed it necessary to bring you in on this one,” he explained.

“That, and the fact that nobody knows this case like I do, Phil,” you commented, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Ah, uh yes. That is part of the reason. Your help on the case would be greatly appreciated, and combined with your new training and your abilities with language, well … we’d like to send you into the field,” he said, smiling weakly.


You flinched back as Bucky’s voice hit your ears, your heart beating wildly. You steadied yourself with a breath, reminding yourself that it was just Bucky. You made eye-contact with him and saw guilt immediately cloud his eyes. He reached out tentatively, giving you a chance to pull back if you wanted, when you didn’t he took your hand and began rubbing a gentle thumb along it.

Now that you had calmed down, you were pissed at his outburst, “What the hell, Barnes? I know this case better than anyone. I’ve been trained by the best people in the world and I was going to start going on missions sooner or later, what did you expect?”

His jaw was tight as he looked at you and you felt his grip on your hand tighten briefly but he just shook his head, “Doesn’t matter.” His voice was low and quiet but you decided you’d deal with that later. Now you needed to talk to Phil.

“So, what do you need me to do?” You asked, turning back to him and ignoring the fact that the rest of the team was looking at you.


That was how you ended up in some random hotel room in Tehran – the capital city of Iran – with Bucky still sulking, “C’mon Buck, this was gonna happen eventually. I know you’re worried, but I’m worried about you every time you go on a mission. It’s ok, I’ll be ok,” you assured him as you put in your earrings and flattened your suit.

“Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it. This is a big first mission to get into,” he complained, standing up from the bed and pacing agitatedly.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, ensuring you were ready, before turning to him and stopping him from pacing, “Bucky, I’ll be with Wanda the whole time, I’ll have you guys on coms, it’ll be ok, Soldier.” He sighed, looking down at you.

He nodded finally, “Ok.” He stared down at you, eyes sombre, but there was something else there too. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blueish-grey. It struck you then, that to many they were probably just eyes, not beautiful nor ugly, inconsequential, but to you they were a part of him and that was all that mattered. He pulled you into a sudden hug, arms encircling you and you sighed into it, inhaling his scent.

Knock, knock, knock!

The two of you drew apart at the noise and you went to answer the door, “Hey Wanda. Are you almost ready?” you asked.

She nodded, “Yes. Are you and Bucky?”

You nodded, “Good to go, just need to put my coms in.”

She followed you into the room, closing the door behind her as you went to the bedside table.

“So re-run of the plan,” you started, “We’re sisters, mercenaries to be precise, and we want to do business with Rahimi by selling him the famous Winter Soldier. This is a risk you know, if he finds out about your powers, he could end up wanting to keep you too,” you muttered, making sure the coms were firmly in. They were a new model, nano-technology the size of a grain of sugar, smaller even, and practically undetectable.

“I know, but it is dangerous for you too, for all of us. Don’t worry,” she assured you. Bucky was silent, still brooding and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

The journey to the meet point that had been set up with Rahimi was long; long enough to get your nerves going, but you controlled them carefully. This was too important to fuck up. “We’re here,” Clint said through your coms as the van stopped. He was in the front driving, with Sam as well. They were to act as hired muscle. Steve had desperately wanted to come, but with the Winter Soldier as their prisoner, he would be even more recognisable than he already was; no one would believe Captain America was involved in human trafficking, especially that of his best friend.

You took a deep breath and nodded at Wanda, glancing at Bucky to make sure he was ready too. You hated seeing him like this – his arms had been strapped around him like a strait jacket, his feet chained and a muzzle on his mouth. Every time you looked at it, you felt like ripping it off, but this was all part of the plan, and he had assured you that he was ok with it.

Then the doors opened and you and Wanda stepped from the van, helped down by Clint and Sam. Bucky followed, struggling to move due to his restraints and Sam and Clint stood by him, guarding him. You were at the back of one of Mr Rahimi’s clubs, much like in the pictures you had seen – his preferred place to do business.

In front of you was a parked limo with blacked out windows and so you walked forward with Wanda to meet him in the middle. You stopped, looking at Wanda, and waited. A moment later, the limo door opened and a black, shiny shoe appeared, stepping onto the ruined tarmac with grace. Following behind it, was the rest of Mr Rahimi. He moved at a leisurely pace, like he had all the time in the world, barely even glancing at you as he looked around before his gaze found Bucky.

He lingered on Bucky, for barely a second, before forcing himself to carry on looking around, as though he cared little for this meeting, but you had already seen the greed rearing its head when he caught sight of Bucky.

Mr Rahimi,” you started, the Arabic falling off your tongue effortlessly, “It is a pleasure to meet you. My sister and I were delighted when you agreed to meet. We’ve heard much about you.” You held a hand out to shake his. He looked at it for a moment before shaking it quickly. He shook Wanda’s too but if the disdain on his face was anything to go by, he didn’t want to be here.

“And I had heard nothing about you or your sister, Miss Sterling, until your … people … contacted mine.” Already he was suspicious; you didn’t need Wanda’s mind reading skills to know that.

“That is good to hear, Mr Rahimi. We prefer it that way, much easier to catch a target when they don’t know you exist,” Wanda interrupted smoothly. You supressed a grin as she spoke the foreign language confidently.

Rahimi seemed comforted by that at least - anyone in this business could understand the need for discretion. However, he was not comforted enough, apparently, because suddenly Wanda turned to you with a warning on her lips that came just a moment too late.

The gun was shockingly loud in the small alleyway - you had hit the ground hard before you even realised what had happened.

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Protected (Part 10)

Summary: Reader witnesses something horrible and somehow Bucky ends up being her bodyguard

Warnings: angst, fluff, smutty, POSSIBLE TRIGGERS FOR CLAUSTROPHOBIA, throwback to part 2

Word count: 1670

A/N: This is back and shit’s about to hit the fan1!! There are 2 or 3 parts left and ya’ll gonna drown me for the ending I have planned, GET READY!! 

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Originally posted by stanxstan

2 weeks later

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