Full Story Summary: As the Avengers take down another Hydra base, they are greeted with a powerful, emotionless soldier being controlled by Hydra. Bucky vows to save her.
Word Count: 2031
Warnings: Injuries, fighting, angst? I guess, near death
A/N: Heyo! So this was originally gonna be a oneshot but as I started writing it, it turned into a lot bigger of a project than I imagined so I’m going to make it a little mini series of like two or three parts. Probs three. Well I hope you guys like it! And I’ll try to post the next part soon.
Bucky never expected to find a person so incredibly similar to him, ever. He thought he was the only person, the only one to have memories ripped from him by Hydra. The only one to have lost himself to the evils of brain washing, mind numbing torture, and impossible physical fitness that couldn’t be achieved without hours upon hours of constant training and beatings. But here he stood gazing at a woman very similar to himself when he was the Winter Soldier. Her eyes were a beautiful (E/C) but they were hooded and dark, dead and emotionless. She was truly stunning but years of abuse showed in the stoic set to her lips, the greasy and untamed nature of her hair and the jagged scar that spans across her jawline and down, disappearing under the collar of her tactical suit. The sight made him sick, sick that he wasn’t the only one, that this gorgeous creature was turned into a tainted weapon and could no longer be called an individual. And he knew that if she ever returned to her right mind, she would be forever haunted by the ghosts of her victims and be forever in regret, he knew this first hand. So as she approached he promised to himself that this girl would be saved, she wouldn’t be alone, he would help her no matter the cost, since he knew. He knew what being controlled like a puppet did to your sanity. He snaps back into action with a few members of his new family, all who noticed the new threat, the woman in black.
“Heavily armed target exiting the base, keep your eyes on her.” Bucky speaks through the coms even though he knows they’ve seen her.
“Steve… I think she’s… I think she’s being controlled.” He once again speaks through the coms though now his voice is barely whisper. Steve’s head snaps up to look at Bucky even while fighting the other enemies, and then snaps towards their new guest, most likely recognizing the look that Bucky wore when he was under the control of Hydra. The woman saunters towards the battlefield with a grace none of the present Avengers expect considering the heavy outfit she wore. This was just as shocking as the swiftness that she moved with when attacking.
“Guys, we need to try to capture her ali-” Steve is cut short. Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Bucky and even Clint in the quinjet are caught off guard when the woman decks the great Captain America with a high kick sending him crashing to the ground on his back. Though Steve shook off the surprise quickly enough to roll away from the deadly curb stomp sent towards his skull. He quickly recovers and snaps up from the ground to quickly dodge a flying punch. The woman’s attack were relentless and continuous leaving no room for Steve to counter or even get away from the flurry of attacks, all he could do was dodge and even then he would still get grazed. The others are unable to help him as they are busy with the hordes of lower ranked troops, though they are quickly diminishing. Natasha rapidly takes out the soldiers surrounding her with a spiral kick giving her just enough time and space to go and help the Captain.
She runs towards the duelers and launches herself into the black clad woman, swinging around her body and locking her legs around the threats neck, using her weight to drop the girl to the ground. The ambush seemed to barely phase the woman because even as she fell towards the ground she was prepared. Her arms shot out to catch herself before pulling herself into a ball to perform a somersault, dislodging Natasha’s from their place around her neck. She rolls forward and recovers before driving her foot behind her quickly, catching Natasha in the jaw. The pure force of the kick sends Natasha tumbling away from the (blonde, brunette, etc.). Thankfully though Nat had given Steve enough time to recover from his battle with the girl and he was quickly on top of her in Nat’s place. Before the woman was able to turn to face him again, Steve slams into her with his shield as his battering ram, so to speak. He can hear the sound of the woman’s ribs cracking under the force he used and mentally cringes. He is astounded when the woman doesn’t even flinch, no reaction, no scream, nothing. She is forced forward and stumbles over her feet before regaining her balance and charging back towards her previous attacker. Steve expects another barrage of punches but is startled when launches herself at him and swings herself around him to wrap her legs around his neck and pulls him toward the ground.
“Holy shit! She learned that after it getting used on her once?!” Sam sounds as bewildered as Steve feels. Steve is unable to recover like the woman in black did after she was taken down with the same move. Steve hits the ground hard, face first and the girl shifts so she is digging her knee in between his shoulder blades. He lets out a groan of pain and tries to push up but she grabs his arms and pulls his arms far behind his back and he feels one of his shoulders pop out of place. He lets out a yell at the sudden pain. With one of his arms disabled he knows he won’t be able to get free without help but just as he thinks this he feels a belt wrap around his neck, the woman had pulled a belt off her uniform just to strangle him. She starts to pull up on the belt and Steve struggles, scratching at the belt with his non-injured arm to try to get at least so relief. And then the pressure is gone and the belt falls, the girl is sent tumbling with Bucky after he tackled her off of Steve. They roll for a second, both of them fighting to get the upper hand. Bucky ends up on top of her leaning his weight down on top of her, metal arm pressing down hard, trying to push her shoulders to the ground. He is unsuccessful though because she snaps her head up and head buts him, breaking his nose. He rears back in pain and she takes the chance to switch the rolls and tosses him to the side and comes up on top, straddling him. She wastes no time and starts bashing his face with punches, right hook, left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook. Luckily this doesn’t last long before she is wrenched away from Bucky and two arms wrap under her arms and pin her to a chest.
“Got her!” Sam yells before the girl throws her body weight forward, throwing Falcon over her back and onto Bucky. The shock and impact make both men groan, but the girl lifts Sam off of his teammate before throwing him away. Clint watches the whole thing from above in utter bewilderment, the heroes of the world getting there asses handed to them by one person. How was this even happening?
Natasha is once again in action and fighting the nearly unstoppable enemy, her broken jaw throbbing. She is dancing around the woman in black, bending and folding, dodging all of the powerful attacks. After a few more missed attacks, the woman takes a step back before yanking a Sig P320 pistol and fires a shot at Black Widow, though it was not a deadly shot, the bullet pierces through Nat’s shoulder. A scream is ripped from Nat’s throat as she collapses to the ground. The woman stalks toward the injured Black Widow with gun hanging limply in her (right/ left) hand. She reaches Nat and hovers above her, raising the gun to point it at her head. Nat looks up into her eyes defiantly, not cowering away from her death. The woman’s finger twitches at the trigger but she hesitates and lowers the gun, Nat noticing something flash in her eyes, something looking like pain and regret before the woman is torn away by Bucky. He grabs her wrists pulling them behind her back before snaps industrial looking handcuffs onto her wrists. The woman just struggles, still no sounds leaving her mouth. She pulls and kicks and thrashes but Bucky doesn’t let go, arms holding tight around her middle. As this happens Clint has landed the quinjet running to help Natasha and Sam has helped Steve up from the ground, all of the other assailants taken care of much earlier. The girl keeps thrashing, trying to get away and Bucky stares into her eyes, trying to anchor her down.Then in a flash, she stiffens unnaturally and Bucky swears he sees a look of pure terror form on her face before her eyes dull and she slumps over in his arms. Her sudden dead weight makes him nearly drop her, but he recovers. He doesn’t know what happened.
Did she pass out? Did she hit her head on something and knocked herself out? But I thought I saw her expression change. And she stiffened, is that a normal thing that happens before you pass out? His thoughts run wild, not knowing what to think.
“Buck, we have to go now! Nat needs medical attention and she needs it soon!” Steve calls to him, holding his dislocated shoulder as he stands by the quinjet, Clint carrying Nat inside to set her on one of the benches before instructing Sam to keep pressure on her wound as he runs to the cockpit to call the compound, telling them that they would need immediate medical attention when they arrived. Bucky gently picks up the woman in black, cradling her gently against his chest as he runs to the jet. When he gets inside the jet, he gently places her on the bench across from Nat but not before he undoes her cuffs and switches them to the front of her body and chains her to a bar on the wall of the jet above her head. He sits down next to her looking over her finding her gaze unfocused and body completely limp. He raises his arms up and props his elbows on his knees, placing his head in his hands as the quinjet lifts off.
“What happened to her?” Steve asks as he comes up to him and sits next to him.
“… I don’t know, she just kind of stiffened before going completely limp… Steve she was emotionless the whole time she fought us but before she became like this she looked absolutely terrified. Why would she be so scared?….” He questions more to himself than to Steve.
“I don’t know Buck.” Steve whispers back.
“Buck, she is so beat up… and the whole time she didn’t let out a peep, nothing. She should have been screaming in pain but she was so quiet. I know I broke some of her ribs but she didn’t even react.” He says feeling sick. What could have been done to her to make her so… dead? Bucky doesn’t answer, but just stares down at the small but strong body lying beside him.
“She wasn’t completely emotionless.” Natasha’s scratchy voice draws their attention to her.
“Nat, don’t talk, it’ll just make it worse.” Steve says standing up to walk to her side.
“She wasn’t, she was going to kill me but she didn’t. Her gun was pointed at my head and finger on the trigger but she didn’t, she lowered her gun and she looked so pained. So sorry.” Nat stops, taking heavy breaths, trying to get the rest out through her pain.
“She could have killed all of us but she never went for the immediate kill, always one that would take longer. She was stalling so we could stop her. But she knew the consequences if she didn’t fight to kill so she did.” She finishes breathily settling down onto the bench finally relaxing. Sam, Steve and Bucky all look back towards the limp woman surprised.
“Wow… I didn’t even notice. I couldn’t even believe you wanted to capture in the first place.” Sam says, and Bucky looks towards him.
“I thought she was being controlled but I have no idea how. And now she’s like this…” He said once again placing his head in his hands.
“How many people’s lives do they have to ruin?” Sam asks sadly, meant more as a statement then as a question. Bucky just shakes his head.
Summary: Desperately needing a relaxation day, the Reader is faced with her biggest fear, but don’t fret! Peter is there to save the day.
Word Count: 913 (sorry, it’s short)
Warnings: language, fears, spiders, razors, spa day, tears, fluff, and fluff, caring Peter, more fluff. (Let me know if I missed any).
A/N: Here’s part 2 of my Fears Series! I whipped this out so fast, I surprised myself. These fics are flying out left and right, guys. I cannot stop myself. I know this is short, but I didn’t really know how to make this very long, so hopefully this fulfills your Peter lovin’ needs! Enjoy reading and as always, feedback is appreciated. (p.s. can I have someone to kiss my nose like that pls holy frick ??)
At least once a week you’d try and dedicate a relaxation day for yourself after a hard week of being an Avenger and all.
This week, that day landed on Friday.
During this time, you usually wait to get home from school, a mission, or some other nonsense, to you begin your ritual.
After eating some delicious dinner Vision and Wanda had made for the whole team, you say your goodnights and headed off towards your quarters in the tower.
Making sure you prepared beforehand, you reach your bathroom with everything you needed sprawled out.
Face masks, body scrubs, hair masks, tweezers, nail polish, you name it.
By golly, you’ve been waiting for this day all week and you were definitely going to treat yourself, no matter what got in your way.
Prompt: Reader is recruited by HYDRA to get the Winter Soldier back. Things don’t go as planned when Captain America and others show up.
A/N: Two things to say:
1. All the love the first chapter recieved was so surprising. It’s the most notes I’ve ever had in a post, so THANK YOU!! <3
2. I honestly don’t know if I should pair reader with T’Challa or Bucky so any feedback would be appreciated. Please!! <3
It was the middle of winter in New York when Y/L waited in line to get coffee, “It’s that you? Miss, Y/L/N?” a voice came from behind.
She turned around to find a tall man, old, with his white hair combed to the side, “Doctor Brennan!” she greeted, “How have you been?”
“Same as always, but tell me about you, how’s your life after graduation?”
“A bit slow, I have to admit. Few jobs here and there, but nothing that sticks.”
“Well, that’s too bad, you’ve are one of the smartest students I’ve ever had,” he said with a smile, “matter of fact, I’m working with this company and I think you would be a great addition.”
She smiled at the prospect of a job, “Really, what company?”
“Oh, one that’s stood the test of time, are you interested?”
Y/L woke up, slowly. She opened and closed her eyes trying to adjust them to the light. She was still in the jet, only now strapped to one of the seats and hands handcuffed, “what the hell?” she asked disoriented. Last thing she heard was the soldier’s voice before everything went black, but now he was nowhere to be seen, she was sitting alone to one of the seats, and for what she could gather, the jet had taken off.
“You’re awake,” said a man walking towards her, he took the seat opposite Y/N and strapping himself to the seat. He was tall, deep skin, and big brown eyes. His face was serious and he had a slight accent. She took a while, but recognized him as the king of Wakanda. The one that was fighting alongside Stark. Which made her wonder why would he be hanging with Captain America now.
//WARNING: CURSING, NO REAL RELATIONSHIP (YET, POSSIBLY ANOTHER PART COMING?)//
//NOTE: I haven’t really written in this point of view before, it was kinda difficult, LOL. But It was inspired by the song in bold below, click the link to listen to it while reading. Love you all!//
WORD COUNT: 2,170
Bucky walked into the party and looked around. Tony Stark was very well known for his frequent gatherings, but this was the first one he had gone to. Gorgeous women and alcoholic beverages were in abundance, and he saw the other Avengers scattered around the room having a blast.
But this wasn’t his kind of scene. He still hated large crowds and lots of noise, which were the two things this party was made of. But Steve had thought it would be a good idea for him to socialize with some other people, so here he was. “Alright, Buck. Get a drink, say hi - just try, okay?” Steve said, smiling at Natasha, who was across the room, and placing a reassuring hand on Buck’s shoulder. However, when Buck winced at the unanticipated contact, he removed the hand.
“Alright, I will. Thanks Steve,” Bucky mumbled, just loud enough to be audible over the music - That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars. So no one listens to swing anymore? He thought to himself. Everything had changed, it was still odd to him.
His eyes kept trailing aimlessly around the room until they stopped on someone. She was gorgeous in a tight fitting dress with an asymmetrical sleeve. She threw back her head and laughed, and Buck cracked the smallest smile. He wanted to make her laugh more. He turned around to ask Steve who she was, but he was gone. He looked around the room and saw him standing over there by Natasha, laughing at something she said. He began walking over to ask him, and then he remembered what Steve had said. Say hi, he thought to himself. He turned back to the girl.
What do I say to an angel like that? He kept eyeing her and then quickly looked away when her eyes met his and she smiled. He felt a warm feeling traveling through him, butterflies in his stomach, and a blush rising up to his cheeks.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn to her friend and then back to him, and then - oh God, she was walking over. Fuck. What to say, what to say? You’re gorgeous? Shit, no, that’s creepy as hell. Come up with something - too late. She was practically in front of him now. “Hello. James, isn’t it?” She said in the kindest voice.
Buck turned to her and immediately gulped. She was even more beautiful up close. He hoped the lighting would conceal the red blooming on his face. “Yeah - but, uh - everyone just calls me Bucky.” He told her, smiling sheepishly. She looked at him in confusion at the mention of his nickname. “My middle name is Buchanan, so everyone just says Bucky or Buck. It’s shorter.”
“Oh. Well my name is (name).” The girl chimed happily, ignoring the obvious awkwardness of the situation. “I saw you looking at me, you know.”
“Oh - shit, sorry, that probably seemed really creepy,” he laughed weakly and returned his gaze from her face to the floor. “I was just - uh… admiring your makeup.” What the fuck Bucky?! That’s not only a lie, it’s weird.
But she just laughed light-heartedly. “My makeup, huh?” She asked, obvious amusement in her voice. “Thanks I guess. Anyway, uh - I’m going to go back to talking with my friend. It was nice talking with you, Bucky.”
She turned away, and Buck watched her as she went back to her friend, walking head held high, never avoiding a gaze. That confidence - God, that was the confidence he wanted. Not only for himself, but also for the woman he ended up being with. And now I scared her off, Bucky thought. I’m such a mess.
A few hours later, the party was still far from over. If anything, there were just more people there… although a lot more were drunk or passed out on the couches in the lounge. Bucky had now made himself comfortable at the bar, and he stared at the ten empty shot glasses in front of him. He raised his fresh glass and downed the 11th. The bartender blinked a few times in amazement. “It’s the serum,” Buck told him. “I can’t get drunk.”
“O - okay. Another?” He asked, and Buck was about to say ‘one more’, but was interrupted.
“Two more, please,”
He knew that voice. He turned and saw the angel from earlier, the one he had supposedly scared off. “Uh - hi. (Name), w - was it?” He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck and summoning up enough courage to offer her a weak smile. Although he wasn’t sure if it was liquid courage or him finally manning up.
“Yeah, (name). And I know your name was Ja - Bucky. Right?” She replied, the beautiful smile on her face never faltering. When Buck nodded quickly, she continued. “I was wondering, after we finish this drink, wanna dance?”
“Wha - me?” Bucky asked, shock taking him over. The bartender tried to conceal a smirk and failed. He backed a step or two away from the counter when Buck shot him a glare. “Uh - why would you want to dance with me?”
“Because I think you’re cute,”
Oh my God, no fucking way. Okay, Bucky calm down, she probably is doing this on a dare. Just… just keep smiling. Laugh a little bit. Turn her down. “Well - uh, I wouldn’t want to step on your toes,” he objected, slapping himself internally. Why was he turning down someone like her?
“Wanna know something? I’m not very good at dancing, either.” She giggled and raised one eyebrow, downing her shot. Buck quickly followed and downed his. “Maybe we could go on a walk instead? It’s really loud in here, my ears need a break.”
“Uh - sure.” Bucky, what are you thinking? You’re can’t walk in awkward silence the entire time. You’ll have to say things… just… oh God, but she’s so amazing. I can’t turn this down.
“Alright, let me just tell my friend I’m gonna be gone for a sec,” she said before hurrying off to where her friend was sitting.
“Okay, I will, too…“ He said to her retreating form.
In a few minutes, Bucky and (name) were out on the streets, the music of the party fading off behind them and the sound of cars honking and motorcycles revving getting louder.
When Bucky had told Steve, Natasha, and Sam why he was leaving, they had all shared a look that said 'oh, wow, he actually got a girl’, but hadn’t said anything except ‘good luck’. Buck now rolled his eyes at the thought. They were so annoying sometimes, but life would be weird without them.
"I’m surprised Mr. Stark doesn’t get in trouble for how loud he plays the music,” (Name) remarked, and then laughed. Buck smiled.
“Well what’re they gonna do, sue Tony Stark? That’s just asking for trouble,” he rolled his eyes thinking about the arrogant being named Tony Stark.
“Yeah, that man is a whole nother thing on it’s own.” She huffed. “But don’t tell him I said that, him being my boss and all. I’m one of his assistants, I’d get fired pronto.”
“My lips are sealed.” Bucky promised, letting out a little laugh. He felt (name) looking at him and stopped to meet her gaze. “What is it, did I say something?” He panicked, taking a step back from her.
“No, no! I was just thinking, your real laugh is really nice,” she calmed him down, reaching up and tucking one of his long brown chin-length locks back behind his ear. “My God, Bucky, why are you so panicky? I bet you a hundred dollars you could get any girl you wanted if you had a little more confidence.”
“I don’t want to get just any girl, though,” Buck smiled a little bit and looked at the ground. (Name) nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand, taking him in surprise. However, he didn’t flinch or move away, her hand intertwined with his was nice… it was his metal one, too… and she didn’t even react to how cold it was. She just kept smiling, her eyes sparkling in the street lights and headlights of cars.
“Come on, let’s go to my apartment. I brought my bag, so I’ve got keys,” she told him. They started moving, but Bucky stopped her. “Hmm?” She asked.
“Why - uh, why would we need to go to your apartment?” He asked nervously. Was she going to try and have sex with him? He wanted it, but he didn’t have a condom, would he have to ask her for one? Oh God, oh God…
“Oh, no, no. I just thought we could watch a movie or something, I’d like to get to know you better, and it’s hard with all of this ambiance,” she told him once she had read the look on his face, raising her hands up. Buck smiled. She looked around, as if nervous someone was watching them, and then whispered, “I also said ambiance because it sounds smarter than noise.”
Bucky lost it at that, letting out his real laugh. He immediately felt a blush raising to his cheeks when he was done laughing. “There’s that laugh,” she said, smiling and putting her hand back in Buck’s metal one. The light pink dusting his face quickly darkened to red, and he hoped she didn’t notice.
“Alright, Mr. Bucky. We have The Lion King, Tangled, The Jungle Book, and Brave. Which one do you want to watch?” (Name) proclaimed when she walked into the living room, holding four DVD cases. Buck smiled.
She had changed into some pajamas, the top having a certain person’s shield on it and the bottoms having some red and white stars on them.
“Aren’t those all Disney movies?” He asked.
“Yeah. So what? I love Disney, I don’t care that I’m an adult.” She laughed, placing them out on the coffee table in front of Bucky and heading to the kitchen. “Now for food!” She pulled out bowls and bags of candy, chips, and some soda cans.
It took her and Bucky a few trips, but soon Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, (God, they all end with ‘tos’don’t they?) Skittles, M&Ms, and Hot Tamales were all laid out in bowls on the coffee table. “Presenting you with a feast!” (Name) told Bucky as she set down the last bowl.
Buck laughed. “You’re so cute.” He said, without thinking. He immediately regretted it when he felt the blush rising up to his face. He sighed to himself. Bucky, you’re such an idiot.
“Thanks, you’re cute, too.”
Okay, he should have expected that. After all, she had called him cute before, right? But it was a relief. “Alright, have you decided which movie you want?” She asked, sitting down close to Buck on the couch.
Buck’s heart was beating hard. “Uh - uh, Tangled,” he said hurriedly.
Halfway through the movie, (name) had passed out with her head on Bucky’s chest. He had carefully moved her so her head was resting on a pillow and then covered her with a blanket folded over the back of the couch. He turned off the TV and the lamp in the corner of the living room as well as putting the bowls of leftover candy and chips in the kitchen. He was going to leave, but he decided to do something else first.
He found a notepad in the kitchen along with a pen, and he scribbled down something before slipping out of the apartment.
(Name) woke up and looked around. Shit, she had fallen asleep. Where was Bucky? After a drowsy sweep of the apartment, it was obvious that he had left. She sighed. It was a shame, she would have loved to make breakfast for him. She smiled when she saw a sticky note stuck on the fridge.
At the bottom it said: This is just in case you want to finish watching Tangled with me sometime. Don’t be shy to drop by the tower and ask for me. Sorry for being so awkward, I just get flustered around beautiful girls. - Bucky.
What a sweetheart, she thought as she proceeded to make her breakfast. Once she had laid out some cereal and orange juice for herself, she took her cellphone and entered Buck’s number in carefully. A rather groggy Bucky answered. “Hello, who is this?” He asked.
“(Name). I just wanted to tell you, you’re awkwardness - that’s part of what I like about you. It’s cute,” she said, a smile on her face. Buck couldn’t see it, but he could hear it in her voice.
“Well, maybe I can be a little more awkward with you at dinner tonight?” He asked, nervousness in his voice.
“Of course. I was wondering when you’d ask.”
“Alright. tonight at 6:30, meet me in the lobby of the tower?”
A/N: It took so long! I know, I know. But this weeks have been insane! I have several papers to do for college and so. Also, tomorrow I’ll have an interview in the university newspaper to talk about my book!
Anyway, I’m planning something new: A Natasha/Reader fanfic, so stay tuned! As always, feel free to correct, comment and feedback would be appreciated.
“There we are” Steve muttered as you arrived to your compartment. It had still the remains of the golden years of the reign. The walls were made in wood and the floors were carpeted in red.
Bucky and Steve put the suitcases on the luggage rack and you sat down near the window. Your legs were open and you were almost laying on the seat. Bucky sat by your side with a book as Steve did the same with a small bag filled with painting materials. He started to draw in the documents Tony had given to him as you started to play with your necklace. Bucky glanced at you.
“Stop playing with it. And for god’s sake, sit down properly! You are the Imperial Princess” You pouted and crossed your arms.
“Actually, that’s what you say because I have no memories of it”
“Oh, c’mon” He muttered shaking his head. “You must have proper manners”
“Because that’s what princesses do”
“And how do you know what they do or not?”
“It’s my duty to know” Bucky replied as he placed his right arm on the seat, staring at you. “Listen, I’m just trying to help you”
Steve moved his eyes from the passport he was writing in with a quill and rolled his eyes.
“James…”You started to speak as you stood straight, interlacing your fingers. “Do you believe I’m part of the Imperial family?”
“You know I do” He said frowning.
“Then stop bossing me” You answered bitingly, sitting again in the same position and playing with your necklace. Steve started to chuckle.
“She know what’s giving orders”
“Yeah, and I hate that on a woman” Bucky said, closing his coat as Steve took a piece of paper from his own, marking another point under your name.
The journey passed and you stayed on the compartment, watching Steve as he forged the documents. On a certain moment you were alone enjoying a book about France, immersed on the story. The sliding door opened and someone came in. You didn’t raise your head from the book and the person cleared his throat.
“Y/N…”Bucky said, placing his hands on his knees. “I think we had a bad start”
“I agree with that” You replied lowering your book as he continued speaking. “And I appreciate you come to apologise”
“Wait…what?” Bucky shook his head. “Nobody talked about apologies”
“Please, stop talking. You’ll only annoy me” You closed the book and placed it by your side, your feet on the seat opposite to you.
The sound of you and the chair toppling over echoed in your mind. Your shaky and uneven breaths were fading. Your restraints were making angry redlined into your wrist, the skin beginning break. The Winter Soldier was kicking you in your gut as you laid on the ground, helpless.
He was grunted and yelled every time his foot made contact with your limp body. And then suddenly, there was no more pain. A floating sensation began to ripple through you.
From the shadows behind the super soldier, emerged your mother.
“Mom?” You breathed out as she knelt down beside you, beginning to stroke your hair. “But, you’re dead…” It was true. Your mom had passed away when you were ten years old in a car accident.
“My sweet F/N, it’s not your time.” She smiled as she kissed you on the cheek. Her touch left your skin tingling, and a tear rolled down your cheek. “You have to fight, baby.” A beautiful smile graced her face. She began to stand and walked backwards, receding into the darkness.
“Fight… I have to… fight…” Your words were slurred and drawled out as your eyes were lolling around, trying to focus.
A loud bang erupted through the interrogation room. The door burst open and a black arrow flew across the room, hitting the Russian agent in the chest, electrocuting him. His body was convulsing on the floor next to you as the electric shocks pulsed through him.
“F/N? Stay with me!” Clint shouted at you, cutting your restraints. His words were echoing through your brain as you tried to stay awake. He tried to carry you as gently as possible to not make your injuries worse. You became unconscious as your body began to shut down. Clint held you to his chest as he jogged through the many halls, making his way back to the quinjet.
“Bucky! Look at me. It’s Steve.” His eyes were bewildered and filled with hurt. He didn’t blame Bucky, but he couldn’t believe the state you were in as he saw you being carried out.
“I don’t know who that is!” The Winter Soldier growled, making a run to tackle Steve.
“I don’t want to do this. Don’t make me, Bucky. Please. For F/N.” But, he wasn’t stopping. Before he could do any more damage, Steve hit him in the temple with the edge of his shield, knocking him out cold. He stood there, looking at his best friend sprawled out on the cold concrete unconscious.
“We have to get back to the jet, now. We don’t have much time. And F/N is critical. Clint says she’s fading away fast.” Natasha huffed out, a trickle of blood streaming down the side of her face.
A red energy enveloped Bucky, picking him up and moving him out of the door. Wanda was holding him up, trying to move as fast as she could without hurtling him through a wall.
“Come on, F/N needs us.” Steve regained his composure and they ran out of that little room. A room you would never forget. A room where you witnessed the love of your life being ripped away from you.
“Bucky, get off!” You were sprawled out on the bed with a shirtless super soldier putting all his weight on your body.
“Not until you give me a kiss!” He nestled into the crook of your neck placing kisses along you jaw and collarbone. A big grin began making its way across his face and you could feel his scruff against your skin. You were giggling and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. You began to pull away, but he wouldn’t let you, deepening the kiss. You smiled against his warm lips as his hands began to explore your body. You managed to roll over so that you were straddling him. You cupped his face kissing him tenderly, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you lightly bit his earlobe. That night was the first time you had made love with him.
Bucky woke up a day later, that memory bringing him back to consciousness. Steve was sitting in a chair next to him, reading the newspaper. He groaned, trying to shift himself into a sitting position on the bed, when a pain spiked in his brain.
“Bucky, you’re awake.” Steve had a small smile, but worry and concern was etched on his face. He placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving it a light pat. “Lay back down, pal. You took a really hard hit to the head.”
He complied and stopped moving around. A sudden sinking feeling hit Bucky. He suddenly felt nauseous at the realization that you weren’t there.
“Steve. Wh- where’s F/N?”
He didn’t reply. He pursed his lips, not knowing what to tell him. “Bucky, uhm..” The right words weren’t forming in his head.
“Steve. Tell me right now.” Tears were welling up in his eyes, and his lip began to quiver.
“She’s in the hospital ward… She just got out of surgery.” Steve could see the hurt in his oldest friend’s eyes. It broke his heart to see Bucky like that.
“Oh god, what have I done?” He threw the sheets away from him and ran to your location despite the unbearable pain in his head. Steve tried to stop him. He knew the site of you would be too much for him.
When he reached the hospital ward, he saw you in a bed with many dark bruises and fresh stitches. You had a black and swollen eye, along with a broken nose. Bucky fell to his knees at the door, sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, F/N. I’m so sorry.” He choked out sobs and yells. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles on it, trying to calm him down.
“She would want you to stay with her, be strong for her. Come on, Buck.” He looked up, it was his best friend. Steve helped him up and sat him down in a chair beside you. Bucky gently held your hand, kissing it, and put it on his cheek as tears streamed down his face. Steve left without another word, leaving him and you alone.
Bucky spoke softly, telling you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. He begged for your forgiveness and hoped that you would still love him. You were his everything.
He took your medical chart from the end of the bed, flipping through the pages. He found out that you experienced not on the many bruises, cuts, a black eye, and a broken nose, but that you also had broken ribs, internal bleeding, a dislocated shoulder, and that part of your lung collapsed. He couldn’t bear that the fact that he did this to you. He tried to fight it, but at the end of it all, it didn’t work.
“I’m a monster. I’m a fucking monster.” He sobbed, putting his head against the bed.
You woke up to the sound of crying. You couldn’t open your eyes, they were too swollen. But you recognized the voice. It was Bucky.
You moved your right hand and it came in contact with his head. You lifted it and began to stroke his hair.
“F/N?” He lifted his head, his eyes puffy and red from the tears. You gave him a small smile and found his cheek. You stroked it and he placed his hand over yours. “I thought I lost you.” Tears were brimming on his eyes again.
You tried your best to speak, but it came out as a little whisper. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” The words still slightly burned in your throat, and the pain in your ribs wasn’t as bad as it was before.
He let out a sad chuckle and got up to kiss your busted lip. The sensation felt so good against yours, you missed the way he felt and tasted.
He pulled away. “I did this to you. How are you not upset?” His eyebrows were stitched together and his eyes were wide and shifting along your face, looking for an answer.
“That wasn’t you Buck. It wasn’t you in there. How could I blame you when I know you tried to fight it? I love you James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.” The words came out a little easier now. You wanted to look at him, to study his features, but you couldn’t open your eyes.
He gave you a soft smile, a tear running down his cheek. You felt it and wiped it away.
“Don’t cry bab-” Your hand dropped away from his face. Your body began to shake, violent convulsions making its way through your body.
“Nurse! Somebody- she’s- she’s having a seizure!” Bucky’s voiced echoed throughout the building and the medical team ran in, along with the team. He feared for the worst. He screamed out your name, tears rolling down his cheek. The once steady sound of the heart monitor began to send a long monotone note that echoed in the room, imprinting itself into his memory. Forever.
OKAY BEFORE ANYBODY STARTS FREAKING OUT, IMMA LET YOU KNOW RN THAT ITS NOT OVER YET. DONT WORRY.
It actually didn’t end up really long, but I hope it did some justice. I hope this cliff hanger leaves you on the edge of your seat till tomorrow ;) leave me some feedback on what you think. Have a beautiful day, I love you all!
I hope you like this new thing I’m trying out and please send requests. Love you all.
GIF NOT mine, credits to the owner.
There she was. Just sitting there, simply reading with her
glasses and her brow furrowed while her lips moved slightly, her red hair laid
on her shoulders and without any effort, she was the most stunning woman you
saw. The upbeat song played behind you from the radio as you saw her though the
dim light of the room. There was one question you had while you were sitting
down on the couch, the warm tea in your hands as you tried to study her. How
could the assassin be so beautiful? How could she notice someone like you when
she had billions of people fighting for a single glance from her. Maybe you
being an avenger helped, maybe her saving your life helped, what ever it was
you were grateful. A small smile crept on her lips, her green eyes flickered up
to see you and you sipped on your warm tea, the corner of your lips going
upward a bit.
“You like what you see?” She said and chuckled, you grinned
and stood up, walking towards her. She looked up at you and smiled. Each step
you took made her crave you more, even though she was leaving for a mission
tomorrow, she knew that it was going to be a long one, Fury wanted her help and
Steve’s too, it must be something to do with HYDRA, she hated those bastards,
they always found out a way to rip her from you. You arrived towards the bed
that she was at and you leaned down, you cupped her face and smiled as she
closed her eyes, awaiting for a kiss. “I love it.” You said and bit her lip,
you nibbled on her lower lip and she smiled. You let her lip go and went to the
other side of the bed. You poked her a bit and she smiled. “Let’s do something
fun.” You said and she shook her head. “I really want to finish this book.” She
said teasingly and you pouted, you sighed and went over to your place in the
couch. “Well, that’s okay I don’t want to distract you, I was just hoping that
you would undress me, but don’t worry, I’ll call Wanda or Maria.” You said and
she arched her eyebrow, taking off her glasses and sitting straighter. “You
wouldn’t.” She dared and you smiled, walking towards the door of the room.
“Watch me.” You said as you started to turn the doorknob, she put her book down
and got off of the bed, she started walking slowly towards you. “If you go
outside that door, I will find you.” She smiled and you shrugged. “Catch me.”
You said as you bolted out of the room, you took a swift right and splinted
towards the stairs, trying to get to a room.
You giggled as you ran and made the mistake of looking back, she was
smiling and caught up to you, she hugged you from behind and you both stumbled
on the floor, her hands went towards your sides as she started to tickle you,
you wiggled around trying to free yourself from her grasp, she smiled and you
saw an opportunity, you kissed her and her movements ceased, her hands stopped moving
and she hold you as her lips moved with yours, her lips were sweet and you
smiled, you got on top of her and as soon as her breathing became shallowed,
you broke the kiss and giggled as you ran towards the stairs, you skipped them
and went down as fast as you could. You heard Nat groan and you laughed. “You
tease!” She yelled before jumping in the stairs, going twice as fast as you
did, you went inside the first door you saw and were surprised when you saw the
whole team laughing in the living room.
“So Rhodes thought that his story was funny but really- uh
hey Y/N.” Tony said when you entered the room, you spotted Wanda and splinted
towards her, you hid behind her and laughed madly, she read your mind and
chuckled. “Hide behind me, she’s coming.” You did as she said and you heard the
door be kicked open. “Where is she?” Nat said as you heard her footsteps. “She
who?” Steve said and you chuckled slightly. “Well Y/N of course.” She said as
she got up close to everyone. “Don’t know but you know what we were just about
to pop in a movie. Want to watch it with us?” Steve said and you smiled to
yourself, you knew that Nat was going to keep looking for you but you peeked
from behind the couch and saw Nat’s green eyes. “Gotcha.” She said with a smug
grin on her face and she ran towards you. “No! Stop! Please!” You pleaded as
she tickled you, she was laughing as well and the team smiled, Clint was
laughing and Nat stopped her movements, looking up at him. “Have you ever
noticed that Nat is brighter with Y/N, like since they got together.” Clint
said towards the whole team, Nat stopped her movements and smiled towards him.
“Shut up.” She said as she resumed tickling you, your eyes were watering and
your sides were hurting. “Nat, please.” You said and she smiled. You loved her
and all but you wanted her to stop, you actually wanted to watch that movie
that Steve said. “If you stop being such a tease and making me jealous.” She
said and you put your hand up. “I promise that I’ll be a tease for today.” You
said and she shrugged, kissing you before getting up and she helped you. You
both walked to the only available space in the living you, Nat sat down and you
sat next to her, you layed your head on her shoulder and she hugged you.
It was the ending of the movie when your chest rose and fell
slightly, you had fallen asleep and Nat was simply scratching your head. “Is
everyone awake?” Tony asked and Nat shook her head. “When did she fall asleep?”
Bucky asked as Nat laid you down on the couch, you groaned and Nat smiled to
herself as she grabbed a blanket from the closet. “Don’t know.” Nat said as she
got back on the couch and placed your head slightly on her shoulder before
grabbing the blanket and covering you both. “So, Steve, are you ready to head
out tomorrow?” Nat asked as Steve furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. “Yeah.” He
said and grabbed the T.V remote. “Nat,
you and Y/N, that’s a thing?” Clint asked as he laughed, Tony also laughed.
“Come on, you all know.” Nat scoffed and Tony ent all serious. “Okay, I have a
question. How do you have sex?” Tony asked and Bruce nudged him. “Tony, you
can’t ask that.” Steve said, clearly uncomfortable of his question, he still
had the idea that a two people of the same gender could be together, but he
supported you and Nat, after all, you were his best friend. “What? I’m
curious!” He protested and Clint laughed. “Go google how two women have sex.
Now stop bothering my sleep.” You said and shifted a little closer to Nat, you
nuzzled your head in her neck and tried to regain the sleep that Tony woke you
up from. “Okay, I didn’t say, she did.” Nat said as she laughed and they
smiled, but Tony didn’t. “Oh come on! Well you know what I’ll do just that,
I’ll be back.” He said and got up, running away to a computer. “What time is
it?” Wanda said as she rubbed her eyes. “Don’t know, maybe just like really
late.” Clint said and you exhaled loudly. You were still asleep but Nat
couldn’t stay long, she had to rest, first light tomorrow and she would leave.
“How long are you going to be out?” Wanda said and Nat sighed, kissing your
head. “We don’t know, but Fury said that it would be a month minimum.” Steve
interjected and Nat appreciated it, she didn’t want to answer those questions
with you sleeping. “Just stay safe.” Bucky said, nudging his best friend and
Steve chuckled. Your breathing was becoming shallow, Nat looked at Wanda and
she nodded. “We will. I mean after all, he is pretty good with that shield.”
Nat said and laughed a little bit. Wanda squeezed her eyes shut and moved her
hand, a red mist appeared around her fingers as she tried to read your mind.
“You’re the assassin.” He said and Nat smiled, she wasn’t really proud of her
name, but after SHIELD took her in and she was with Clint, she really did
change. Wanda clutched in pain as you began to sweat. “She’s- AH!” Wanda
whelped in pain, Nat quickly got up, going towards Wanda. Steve did the same
thing. “Get her out of th- there!” She yelled as she tried to exit your mind,
you were shivering, a wave of coldness hit you as you were heating up. “Y/N!
Wake up!” Bruce yelled, running towards your side, you opened your eyes and the
flashes of your dream.
Fury yelling wildly in a room, strapped to a chair and wires
connected to him, unknown people were surrounding him making him be in, no doubt,
Wanda bleeding and chanting some words, her last strength,
blood was running down her face, the sides of her red leather jacket was torn
open and you could see the skin, her face was covered in dirt, her eyelids
starting getting heavy and she fell down.
Steve hitting a guard repeatedly, his once white shirt was
covered in sweat and blood, it was now gray and blood ran down his nose, he
looked beyond angry.
Tony was in his suit, above ground and firing towards the
guards. Specs of dirt rose when he missed. Until they got a good shot and msde
him fall from the sky.
Clint tried to shoot an arrow to the men but missed, his eyes
were red and he was grunting, he was seeing everything in double and blurry.
Bucky was hitting every single person he could, they made
him in to the winter soldier, they tortured him and all that was happening was
a chance to get revenge.
Maria was getting to hit every target she wanted but her
left arm was in pain, she shot with one hand expertly as she killed every
single person who got in her way.
Sam was flying and helping Steve, trying to get them all
together so that they could be stronger, he wouldn’t be able to support one of
Vision was flying above the field as he managed to hit some
people, he was calm but really worried of who was where, this was a total
And then Nat, blood poured from her side, even though she
was wounded, she was looking for someone while running through the pile of
rocks, men tried to shoot her and she killed them. Her face had a few scratches
but she was determined to not give up, a few tears ran down her face and she
couldn’t go on, she tried to go towards Steve but he was occupied so he went
towards Bruce, she managed to say something before she passed in his arms.
You snapped back to reality, you saw Nat’s eyes, half of the
team was with Wanda and the other half was with you. You felt your lips dry as
well as your mouth. What was going to happen? Then, another wave went in.
The team in black, Clint looking completely devastated, Tony
and Bruce shocked, Wanda sobbing, Steve comforting Wanda, Bucky wasn’t there,
Maria and Fury looked serious but a few tears managed to go out of their eyes
and Vision was next to Wanda, trying to assimilate everything that was
happening, Sam was crying and Steve comforted him, too, and Nat, part of her
soul died, her eyes were red and puffy, she grabbed a flower and threw it to
the grave, she let another tear slip and mumbled something in Russian, she
turned around and left everybody.
So this has been in my folder for a while, it’s amusing, sets us up for more fluffy stuff. Anyone have any interest in seeing this fleshed out? My spring break is coming up soon…
“I don’t care. Weddings freak me out. I escaped HYDRA only to be harassed by a cavalcade of aunties. At least I could punch the Nazis.” Buck adds forlornly, kicking his feet up over the back of the couch.
Snuggling deeper into his sleeping bag, Steve cackles. “But Sam’s aunts are so nice.”
“You’re just saying that because they fed you.”
He’s not wrong.
“Is this what you do with your lives?” Tony sounds disgusted from the doorway. Buck gives him the finger, but Steve replies, “One of these days you’re gonna regret coming in without knocking.”
“Nah. You guys are never gonna bone and I wouldn’t mind watching that anyway.”
Both men make noises of protests from their nests in the living room, but they’re too comfortable to do anything about it.
“I need your help.”
“Beg pardon,” Buck says incredulously.
“You heard me, assassin burrito. Unroll. We gotta chat. You too, Grandpa.”
Begrudgingly, the guys wriggle from their cocoons and pull on hoodies instead, then head up to Tony’s.
“Still don’t understand why we couldn’t have done this downstairs,” Steve gripes and Bucky’s drowning in a mug of coffee but he grunts his agreement.
“Because you two freak me out in your natural habitat. I can’t decide whether you’re going to fuck or hibernate.”
Steve’s face turns red. Bucky rolls his eyes.
“What do you want, Stark?”
“Hear you went to Sam’s cousin’s wedding together.”
“Not like… together together,” Steve clarifies haltingly. He and Sam are friends, and Bucky and Sam are something Steve does not entirely understand, and the three of them had had a surprisingly good and unsurprisingly raucous time at the celebration.
Tony stares at him. Mutters under his breath, “Coulda fooled me,” but then louder says, “I’ve got a potential investor in Chicago. He hates me.”
Steve smirks. “Oh. Great. Got that covered then.”
“Investor for what?” Bucky mutters.
“The program I was telling you about.”
“What program?” Steve asks.
Both Tony and Bucky ignore him.
“He going to be in Chicago next week for a conference with some people that could convince him to spend his money anywhere, with anyone. I need you two to convince him that it should be with me.”
“Why should it be with you?” Steve mutters, but Bucky says, “OK. What does that have to do with the wedding?”
“It would be in our favor for him to feel in good company.”
“You want us to gay our way into this guy’s bank account,” Buck states dryly.
“No,” Tony clarifies. “I want you to gay his bank account into my bank account.”
“There are so many things wrong with this I don’t even know where to start,” Steve protests.
Tony checks the time on his phone. “Well, get on it because I have another meeting in ten minutes.”
“We know nothing about this guy.”
“JARVIS’ll brief you on the ride over.”
“And your project? How can we market something we don’t know about?”
“Barnes knows enough.”
“That’s - I -”
“Rogers, I really don’t have time for this.”
“So like,” Buck interrupts. “How gay?”
“Huh?” Steve says, but Tony grins.
“Told him you were childhood sweethearts.”
“Who does he think we are?”
“Oh he knows exactly who you are, Steve-o. Both of you.” he waves absently. “Knows the whole…Cap and best friend story that everyone tells. I just…extrapolated. A little.”
Steve huffs. “This is ridiculous.”
“I house you. You owe me.”
“You’re a bajillionaire!” he protests.
Buck stuffs his hands in his pockets, sniffing hard. “I’m in. If you are.”
Author’s Note: guess who’s back and as mediocre as ever!!!!!! it’s your average fic writer with a new installment of the sophia and bucky show! this leaves off with a tiny bit of a cliffhanger? idk i don’t think it’s that terrible but then again i know what happens next so…but! as per usual, feedback is encouraged and welcome, so please come say hi!
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