Sebastian Stan laughing because he was telling a story about your guys’ child.
“It was really late at night, and I just hear these weird noises in the kitchen, so of course, I think the worst and think it’s some type of robber or someone.” Sebastian scratched his head and chuckled. “So, I go out of my room, ready to fight, but as soon as I flick on the lights to catch the culprit, there’s our kid. They’re just standing in the pantry, eyes wide, with their mouth stuffed with cookies.” Sebastian starts cracking up, remembering the moment. “It - it was honestly hilarious. I was laughing so hard that Y/N ran out of our room to make sure I was okay.”
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.
Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter two because things are about to get intense for chapter three. I hope the cliff hangar was good enough. Just a reminder that I love you all and that you have a wonderful day. I posted a Masterlist last night and you can find all my other works on there :)
Description: Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.
Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst.
“I love you F/N. I never thought I would be able to love somebody, but I love you. And I never want to lose you. Never.”
“And I love you. I always have and always will.”
The Russian man threw the notebook down, smirking. From your chair in the corner, you could see the scowl on Bucky’s face, but his hands were shaking. He was trying to be brave, but he was terrified. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks and every breath hurt like hell. You had been screaming out for Bucky, trying to calm him down in anyway possible. The pain in your ribs was excruciating, and you began to choke on your sobs, your throat burning.
“Soldier, welcome home.” The man’s accent was so thick you could barely understand what he was saying.
“I am not your soldier. And this- this is not my home, you fucking bastard.” Bucky thrashed against his restraints. A heated anger began to burn inside his chest.
The agent just scoffed at him, then turned his full attention to you.
“And I’m guessing your the American, scum agent that knocked out most of my men.” His back was to the light and his enormous shadow loomed over you, obscuring his features. “Hmm,” he tilted your head up towards him with his index finger, letting him see your flushed, tear-stained face, “but with your skills, you could be a wonderful soldier. for H.Y.D.R.A.” He chuckled lightly.
“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Bucky growled, his chest heaving.
The unknown man circled you, like a vulture. He began to twist a curl of your hair, suddenly grabbing a fistful, yanking your head back. You cried in pain; hot tears were stinging your eyes.
“Stop it! Get away from her!” Bucky was thrashing against the table, screaming, but it wasn’t moving one inch. You realized this table was specialized to keep him restrained.
“Ah, so I found your weakness, зимний солдат.” The man had a wide grin on his face. “You love her, don’t you?” He released your hair and walked back to the table in the middle of the room. The pain from your head began to subside, but the waves of pain every time you breathed were still prominently there.
“I swear to God, if you lay another hand on her I will kill you.” The words were seething between Bucky’s clenched teeth.
By the way this was going, you didn’t know if you were going to be leaving alive or in a body bag. Or worse, you would sticking around as another one of their super soldiers.
“Bucky, look at me,” you croaked. Every word burned your throat and sent screams on pain through your body. He turned his head to you, eyebrows stitched together with hurt and worry. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.”
“F/N, don’t say it like this is goodbye. Don’t do this.” Tears were making streaks down Bucky’s beautiful face. You gave him the best smile you could despite the immense pain. You didn’t know what could happen next, you and him were completely helpless. They took all of your weapons, even the extendable blade that was embedded into your uniform. He had a better chance of making it out, he was a super soldier after all. Though, your luck was running thin. Your chances of getting out of there in one piece were slimmer than ever.
“Enough of this.” The man spoke clearly this time, his anger and annoyance was building in his voice. “Let’s get started now солдат. Shall we?” He motioned towards the leather notebook, the star matching the one that used the be on Bucky’s vibranium arm. The agent picked it up, his eyes boring holes into him.
Taking his sweet time, he opened it, flipping through the pages. He was going to enjoy watching both of you suffer.
“Bucky. Baby. Stay strong. Fight it, I know you can. Focus on something. Focus on me or Steve or us.” Your words brought more tears to your eyes, it was breaking your heart. “I love you. It’s going to be alright.”
As you were talking him down, Bucky listened to the sound of your voice and closed his eyes.
“Catch me if you can!” You yelled, caught up in a fit of laughter. You were wearing a yellow sundress, weaving in and out of the trees.
“I’m coming after you!” Bucky chuckled, a huge smile was plastered on his face. He finally caught up to you, hugging your waist from behind. You both were breathless, falling to the ground, laughing.
He opened them. Worry was knitted on his face. He had to keep these memories. He had to hold onto them, and maybe, just maybe his mind wouldn’t succumb to the pain and brainwashing.
“Тоска..” The agent bellowed, letting the word echo through the room. Bucky’s metal arm twitched. He had to fight this. He couldn’t leave you. You were the one person he had, the one person he loved.
“Ржавый..” Something began to click in Bucky’s head. The world began to spin around him.
“Stop!” You were screaming as you saw the love of your life being ripped apart right in front of you. “Baby, no. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget us.” You were choking on air and tears, your vision blurry.
The man wielding the notebook began to speak louder and faster, realizing that you could jeopardize the activation.
“Печь, рассвет, семнадцать.” Bucky was thrashing around, trying to stay grounded. It was becoming harder and harder with every second. He was going in and out of his own, controlled mind. He tried focusing on another memory.
He rolled over, seeing your beautiful body laying beside him. This was the first morning you ever woke up together. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you on the shoulder. A corner of your mouth curled up in reaction.
“Good morning my love.” He spoke, breathing the words into your neck.
“Good morning.” You groaned, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
He smiled. “God, I love you so much F/N L/N.”
Thinking about you brought him back a little, making it easier to think clearly.
“Доброкачественный, девять, возвращение на родину.” The man was grinning from ear to ear as he saw you struggling against your restraints.
You couldn’t run to him, bring him back down from this. Your croaked whispers were being drowned out by the echoing voice of the man who was torturing Bucky, right in front of you.
“Один.” The room was booming with noise. Bucky’s screams gave you a sinking feeling and you felt yourself falling apart.
He couldn’t fight it any longer. He kept recalling memories of you, repeating his name and your name in his head, hoping he wouldn’t forget it. Searing pain crept up to the front of his head, making his vision go blurry. Tears were streaming down his face, he was covered in sweat.
He looked at you one last time, “F/N, forgive me.”
“грузовой вагон.” The agent stood still, waiting for a reaction from Bucky. His head was drooped forward, the long black strands covering his facial features.
“Солдат?” He was eager for a response.
Bucky’s head slowly drew up. “Готов выполнить.”
The agent began to laugh hysterically. “Impressive, no?” He looked at you, the life drained out of you.
“Солдат, kill her.” He smirked down at you, watching you as you remained stoic. The only thing that he could see were the silent tears rolling down your cheeks. He unlocked Bucky’s restraints and he immediantly got up, walking briskly towards you.
“Bucky, I know you’re in there somewhere. I want you to know that I love you.” Your voice was scratchy and whispered.
“Who the hell is that?” He asked you, pure evil was the only thing found in his once loving, blue eyes. Before you could say anything his metal fist came into contact with your jaw. An instant spike of pain emerged, you could taste blood in your mouth.
“I don’t blame you for this. This isn’t you.” You whimpered, the pain in your jaw made it incredibly painful to speak. Were you afraid of him? No. What you were afraid that the real Bucky, your Bucky, would never come back.
One, two, three punches landed in your other ribcage, gut, and face.
You were spitting out blood. “It’s okay baby. I’m not afraid. I’ll always love you.” Your vision became spotty as pain coursed through every inch and every nerve of your body.
“Shut up!” The Winter Soldier was all that was left standing in front of you. He began to deliver a series of punches all over you body, making your head spin. You didn’t scream or yell. You took it, every single punch.
Blood was streaming down you face, arms, and it began to seep through your clothes on your stomach.
You couldn’t focus on anything as your body became numb. He kept punching you, but you could no longer feel it.
A blanket of white overtook your vision as you whispered, “I love you Bucky,” one last time before you collapsed in your chair, your world fading to black.
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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.
Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader Summary: He was a punk, and she was… what?
She was everything society asked for. But he was different, and nobody liked people that were different.
So what happens when two different worlds collide? Are they really that different? Words: ca. 700 Warnings: None
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.
The air was crisp and cold, clear of anything except the flickering crystals of ice and her frozen breath as she gazed over the lake. The forest was still around them, any noise was muffled by the thick snow that covered nearly everything. The wind brushed through her locks, making her shiver as it slipped through the folds of her jacket while tears prickled at her eyes, smarting from the frigid temperature.
She nearly jumped as Gajeel’s strong, warm arms wrapped around her and pulled her flush against him, nestling his chin on top of her head. She had been so mesmerized by the scene she hadn’t heard him creep up from behind, and held back a giggle as he squeezed ever so gently.
“Camp’s up,” he said simply, his own breath wafting before them. She merely hummed, leaning back into him for more warmth. She’d much prefer their summer camping over going out in the winter, but so much had been happening at the guild lately that she happily welcomed the suggestion that they go camping right away. And nobody could really fault them for wanting a vacation; in fact they had been the envy of the crowd. There had been lots of teasing as well, seeing as Pantherlily opted for going on a mission with Jet and Droy, leaving the couple alone for the first couple of days. So aside from the cold, Levy had nothing to complain about. She was sure that Gajeel would be very, very quick to remedy that as soon as they were comfortably set up.
’It’s almost like a honeymoon now,’ she thought, blushing at the prospect of cuddling close to her dragon slayer. She’d bet anything that he was just as eager and excited to get time alone with her as well, hence why he’d nearly dragged her out of the guildhall once she agreed to it, leaving Pantherlily to shake his head fondly over the two lovers.
“Yeh cold?” He asked, breaking her out of her thoughts as he nuzzled her hair. She giggled, twisting in his arms to face him and bury her face in his chest. Her voice was muffled, but he could just make out her words enough to chuckle and hold her as close as he possibly could, unable to resist nibbling on her ear.
You are strong, you are a person of wisdom, you are the man who raised me…but you are also the man who hurt me. I couldn’t live with him anymore…I want to die, but, I know you would cry. I couldn’t say this phrase anymore, the words “I love you,” they would kill me.
I’ve lost all hope of so-called love and rename it pain.
I gave up my dream, I gave up my life and devoted myself to another.
I gave up my body and want to die.
I am dead.
Chapter 1. a million stars
17th July 2006.
I recently came to a conclusion that my mother of mine, was a fool for marrying a man who is incapable for providing me with love. All he does is sit in that chair of his and watch the television, no wonder we were living in poverty. In the 18 years that I grew up with him, 6 years after being born my mother passed away; whenever I tried to picture her face, all I would see is a blur. I have no-one. No-one to love me and no-one who knows I exist.
When I go to school, I’m invisible, I choose to lock myself up in an emotional cage. I block people out, I have no friends.
I walked down the hall after my Friday classes finished with my hood over my head, the bruise on my forehead pears through my hair and I see the matron door cracked open, hesitantly I walk over and knock the door.
“Come in,” I hear Matty call, I shift into the infirmary and Matty greets me with a simple smile, as she always does. A man with blond hair sitting in front of her, his back turned to me, Matty finished up her conversation as I flop onto the bed and hugged my bag trying to shut my eyes.
“I’ll see you later Steve.” At last I hear, I hear the door shut and Matty sigh, “That man is gorgeous, so what can I do for you Y/N?”
I sat up and slowly removed my hood, Matty grabbed a pair of gloves and shifted over to me pushing her stool closer, “I walked into a pole.”
Matty moved my hair out of my face and winced at the sight of the blue and purple bruise.
“Honey, you did not walk into a pole.”
“You caught me there, Winnie cornered me again,” I managed to slip out.
“I wish I can just manhandle that girl, but what can I do?” Matty receded from her stool and trudged over to the medical cupboard grabbing bandages and rubbing ointment. She returned to my side and smeared the ointment between her fingers before rubbing it on the bruise with a gentle touch, I winced at the slight sting but soon felt a cool sensation spread through my forehead.
“Okay, now the bandage,” Matty patted my temple and unraveled the bandage when a loud thud was heard outside the door.
“What was that? Hold on a second,” Matty strides to the door and caught a boy pinning another onto the locker.
“Hey, if I catch you looking at my girl again, I will bash your head in!” the voice echoed through the hall and into the office.
“BOY’S! Into my office, NOW!” Matty screamed, “Everyone, go to class!”
Matty is only scary when she’s required to, but I had never heard anything as loud as that before, I was startled by the sight of two boys saunter into the office; one wearing a denim coat and black shirt with his bag slung over his shoulder; another with scruffy hair and nerdy t-shirt dragging his bag along the floor, I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight with Matty returning with a furious expression, slamming the door behind her.
“Sit,” She demanded and returned to finish bandaging my head, only to see a light smile plastered on my face, and mimicked it.
“What are you smiling at, bitch?”
“Language Carl!” Matty snapped causing Carl to flinch, of course I couldn’t help but to laugh a bit.
We heard a voice outside Matty’s office a few moments later and a man swung the door open.
“Peter, seriously? I know you like the girl, but come on - you didn’t fight back?” the man questioned him.
“Mr. Stark?! Why would you encourage him?” Mr Abernathy, my art history teacher questioned, I couldn’t help but glance at the boy Peter and he slid down in his seat. Wait, Stark? As in Tony Stark? I looked at the man with a scruffy beard and mustache. Matty had finished bandaging my head and I felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
“You alright?” Matty whispered as Mr. Stark continue to badger Peter.
“Just a smidge dizzy,” I slid off the bed and pulled my hood over my head, I just wanted to leave, but then the wave hit me again, but harder, soon falling onto the floor and sending me into a wave of blackness, Matty rushed over to me as Peter, Carl and Tony watched in horror.
“Y/n, Y/n! Call the hospital!” were the last words I heard before my mind shut down.
I could feel my body float in what seemed to be an empty space when suddenly I could see stars appearing, beautiful coloured stars, they seemed so close that I could touch them. As I looked closer I saw that they weren’t stars, but glowing people, I could feel my body getting a bit heavier now and I felt like I was sinking, when my body lowered into glowing water, it was such a cooling sensation against my skin and I was submerged into the water, but I was able to breathe, my eyes still on the glowing people. I was floating on the water
Chapter 2 next week!
I am willing to take any criticism, as well as any ideas, I’ve already thought up what to write for the second chapter but I am also going to take any of your ideas into account!
A/N: The girls are supposed to be Marine Biologists. I know nothing about that profession. I am doing a bit of research for it, but if any false information is given, I sincerely apologize. Also, please don’t expect a lot of fluff in this. Honestly, this isn’t really going to be a romantic series. The mermaids/mermen in this fic are predators and will act as such.
“Nat, see anything on the radar?” She sighs in response, disappointed with the results after an hour of scanning. “Not a single thing. We’re not even picking up fish in the area. We should have spotted one of the pods by now.” Y/N starts flipping through the charts from the past few years. “This makes no sense. They’ve been coming here every year. Where the hell are they?” The door to the cabin opens and Wanda steps in after scouting the waves for breach sightings. She grabs one of the papers sitting on the desk and then looks over the map. “Well we’re definitely in the right spot, but I’m not seeing anything out there. You think they relocated?” Y/N shakes her head, “Doubtful, the waters here are rich, perfect for breeding and raising their young. Something must be wrong.“ Nat grumbles something under her breath before turning and heading downstairs. “I’ll radio the guys. Maybe they can find something on the males we tagged last year.”
Y/N drops down to her chair and runs a hand down her face, frustrated that they have not had any progress in the past few hours. “What do you think happened, Wanda?” “The thing that really comes to mind is climate change, but everything has pretty much been the same. Only other possible conclusion is that maybe a bigger predator moved into the area.” “Girl, they’re Orcas. Nothing is above them in the food chain, except asshole humans. Giant squids? Maybe, but the Orcas hunt in packs and squids are solitary creatures so I don’t see how that would keep them away.” Wanda hums for a bit, trying to think of anything else. She smirks when a thought pops in her head. “Megalodon?” Y/N glares, inwardly cursing at her for even bringing up such a thing. Especially when they were currently adrift on a boat that’s probably small enough to be swallowed by one. “What the fuck, Wanda? Are you trying to terrify me?” She goes into a fit of giggles as Nat comes back up to join them. “Clint says that the pod isn’t even close to this location right now. They’re apparently sticking to the deeper waters. He has been watching they’re movements and it seems the pod is moving back and forth at the edge of the shallows. Something is keeping them from getting closer. There’s also news, that one of the males is dead. His tracker hasn’t moved in the past two weeks.”
Nothing is adding up. What could possibly keep Orcas from traveling into their natural breeding grounds? “Do you think whaling could be involved?” Nat scoffs and shakes her head at the question. “They would have to be really idiotic. Whaling on the coastline would make them a very easy target. Anyone could spot them.” Wanda hops up from her spot on the couch with a smile on her face. “Well, I have an idea, but you guys might not like it.“ The girls turn towards her, giving her the sign to continue. “Lets get our gear on and head in. See if we can find anything strange.” “You were right. I don’t like it. That is a horrible idea. We are not about to jump into the sea with who knows what might be out there that the whales are afraid of.”
Nat starts pacing, “She has a point though. We have to find out what the problem is, one way or another, right?” “Or…you know, we can leave it to some other professionals who might have some kind of weapon in case something big is lurking down there.” The conversation comes to a halt when a sound comes through the hydrophone. All three girls freeze and listen closely as the sounds come through a second time. It was a low rumbling, almost as if another boat was passing by. However, when Y/N looked out through the windows, there was no one around them for miles. There was a sudden thud that came through the speakers, alerting them that whatever made the noise was now underneath them.
“Oh god…” Wanda looked frightened as she stared Y/N in the eyes. “I knew I should have warned you guys this morning before we left.” Nat gives her a look, “It better not be something I’ll kill you for.” “I was watching the news last night and they mentioned finding abandoned boats all across the coast these past two weeks. Whatever got our whale probably got those people too.” Y/N throws her arms in the air, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” Nat places a hand on her arm, in an attempt the calm her. “Relax. Chances are the people from those boats probably got drunk and fell overboard.” Another thud came through the speakers, the rumbling noise picking up again, but somehow more drawn out. “Yeah, we are going home.” “We can’t just leave, Y/N. We have to find out what it is. Imagine what it could bring to our research!” Nat sighs in exasperation and stares Wanda down. “Sweety, I love you, but what you’re suggesting…well, that’s how people end up dead.” “Come on! It could make history today. Look, we don’t have to get in the water, just drop the camera in and see what we can find.”
“The water is too murky for the camera to pick anything up, but sure if it gets you to agree to just go home.” Y/N reluctantly picks up the equipment and heads outside, both girls following close behind. The sounds had stopped, but they were all wary of whatever could still be around. The camera is slowly lowered into the water and the girls stare at the screen. Nothing could be seen no matter which way it was turned. The water was just not clear enough. “Well this was a complete waste of time. At least we can g-” Before Y/N could finish speaking, the camera and the rest of equipment was yanked out of her grasp. The girls jumped back and almost stopped breathing. “Okay, yeah…that right there was some horror movie type shit. We are going home, NOW.”
As they turn to head inside, something slams into the boat and causes them to lose their footing. Y/N ends up slaming her back against the rails while Nat and Wanda are sprawled out at her feet. “What the fuck was that?! I almost broke my spine!” “No idea, but it definitely is not friendly.” Y/N scoffs at Nat’s response as if it wasn’t obvious enough from the beginning. “Lets just get the hell out of here.” Two more slams violently rock the vessel, throwing Y/N right over the edge of the rails. The last things she hears right before hitting the water were the screams of her friends as they try reaching for her and the blood curling screech of whatever was waiting for her below the surface.
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.”
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.
Credit again to @pixierox101 for the idea, because I’d never have thought of it.
He was all she had, and she was all he had, and she was always torn by
her need to help him, and to keep him.
As his memories returned, piece by agonising piece, he was desperate to
fit them together, to remember who he was, to have her help him hold on to
himself, before he was lost again. He was so afraid to rediscover his identity,
to remember a past before all the pain he’d felt, and the pain he’d caused, but
he needed to. The more fragments reappeared, the more he wanted to know. Each
time they used his trigger words and he lost himself for a little while, she
knew how much it hurt, that when the memories returned they would be tinged
with the sorrow of what he had done. Although his actions were out of his
control, although he was a victim of the most horrific abuse, she knew that
each memory was a stain of guilt that no one could remove, but all the more
reason for him to want to find who he was, to be more than the killer they’d
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We’re almost there now, the penultimate chapter is here! This is a ridiculously short one, but believe me Chapter Ten is going to be much longer. I’m still writing it, so there’s going to be a bit of delay in posting. Hopefully it builds suspense ;)
THE STORY SO FAR: You got back to the Enterprise, only to return to New Town armed with pattern enhancers. Will your plan succeed? Find out below! ;)
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: Reader X Bones
Warnings: Mild swearing, descriptions of explosions
I’ve had an obsession with the whole idea of Bucky being a merman for quite a while now. All these other amazing writers who have done a fic of it have given me inspiration.
So I started working on my own Merman!Bucky AU fic.
☆ My Ocean Predator ☆
Keep in mind, I do not own a computer. Everything I do is through my phone. Since this fic is going to be a series, it’s going to take a lot of time to write. So please don’t expect the chapters to be released quickly.
Warnings for this fic: Violence, Lots of Gore, Sexual Themes/Smut, Stalking, Possessiveness, Language.
( Other warnings may be added, depending on where the story goes )
Summary: It’s Sunday and these two who-I mean, lovebirds are spending some time together because Corinne is needy.
I groaned and rested my head between his shoulder blades as he stood in the
living room, talking on the phone. He had been offered a role in a movie and
needed to discuss the details with his agent. But I needed his attention.
He whispered, turning around. My head immediately fell against his chest and my
arms wrapped around his waist. The way his chest rumbled when he laughed at
something made me chuckle. I stood on his feet as he paced, still talking on
the phone, my arms still wrapped around his waist. I finally gave up and walked
away, plopping on the couch. I huffed and groaned as he continued to talk.