Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,863
Warnings: Angst, a gun, descriptions of blood
A/N: Hold on to your asses because I’m about to cause mayhem.
It was nearly half past three, and Bucky still hadn’t come back from his “top secret business” at Stark Tower. Your aunt usually came at around 4:30, so you still had an hour to wait for him to come and talk freely.
And it wasn’t like you were well informed about these things, you didn’t know how long super hero meetings lasted. You guessed they ran longer than a regular business conference.
You weren’t sure if you should be worried or not. Based on what you had overheard, something didn’t go right with the mission. Maybe Bucky and the rest of the team had been sent off again without a warning. But he would have sent you a message if that was the case, wouldn’t he? At least you would have liked one, especially after the moment the two of you had earlier. You didn’t want to be left in the dark just like that.
You smile to yourself as you replay it all in your head over and over; the dancing, your bodies pressed against each other, the kiss. You still couldn’t believe that it actually happened. What you hated was the fact that you didn’t get to talk about it afterwards as you were interrupted…twice.
You were still dumbfounded by Captain America’s surprise appearance. You guess that you have to get use to it.
You arrange some new pink glassware into one of the glass displays close to the front of the store, forcing yourself to focus on working. It was a slow Saturday, so you hardly saw anyone come in and out. It allowed for a calmer workday.
You hear the door open at the front, and your heart flutters in excitement. You thought it had been Bucky walking through the door.
However, you feel a pang of disappointment as you turn around and take a peek only to see that it’s another customer. He looked middle-aged.
“Welcome!” you call out.
You turn back and continue to put rose crystal cups and plates carefully on the shelves. You get lost in thoughts about Bucky as you listen to Elvis Presley’s voice play in the background.
You’re dusting off a pitcher when you hear shuffling behind you.
“Excuse me miss,” it was the man and he had a strange accent, “but I’m looking for someone and I think you’d be able to help me out.”
You pause what you’re doing, pitcher still in your hands, and furrow your brow. Looking for someone?
You start to turn around and say, “It depends…who are you looking fo-”
You let out a sharp gasp, nearly dropping the glassware. Your heart fell to the base of your chest and your eyes widened in fear.
The man was tall and burly. He had thick blonde hair that was slicked back, a short beard to match, and a small scar on the bridge of his nose. He wore a long, dark coat.
He also happened to be holding a large pistol with a silencer attached to the barrel, and it was aimed directly at your face. His face was contorted into an animalistic grin.
“I’m looking for Captain America and his friend, James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky walked down the street, heading towards your aunt’s antique shop. The exhaustion had settled in once again, but now there was also anger and annoyance piled on top of it.
Something hadn’t turned out right with the last mission that he and the team had gone on, which is why the meeting had run on for what seemed like forever.
The original objective of the mission was to take back a piece of dangerous alien technology that somehow ended up in the hands of a rogue Bulgarian group planning to use it for god knows what. But it seemed fairly easy to take everyone out and take it back from them. Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Wanda had all gone in and out pretty quickly.
However, two days after the extraction, it turned out that not every member of the group had been taken down. In fact, the leader of the group, Ivan, had a twin brother named Dimo, and he was on the loose.
There had been a security breach within the system at Stark tower while Bucky was gone. Luckily, they were able to shut it down quickly, but not before figuring out who did it. It was the twin himself, trying to find out where they had kept the thing they extracted. So now the Avengers had Dimo to worry about, because there was no doubt that he was hell bent on getting revenge and stealing back the technology. And he could attack at any moment.
After a long debriefing and going over plans of what to do, Bucky had grown irritated and impatient. He had promised you that he would go back to see you, and he had started to see that he might not even get the chance to if Tony sent them out on another mission. As much as he wanted to take this guy down, he decided that he had to go see you even if it was for a few minutes.
Tony almost had a fit and didn’t want to let Bucky leave, but Steve stepped in and convinced Tony to let him go. Bucky swore that he wouldn’t take long.
And how he was late to see you, but at least he got to keep his word. As soon as he left the building, he had left you a voicemail since you didn’t pick up.
“Hey. You’re probably busy with a client or something, but I wanted to let you know that I am on my way back right now. Sorry that I took so long, turns out the mission isn’t quite over just yet. Anyways, I’ll see you in a bit. Hopefully I’m not too late and your aunt isn’t there yet. That way we can continue with what happened earlier.”
When he finally reached “Blissful Antiques”, he reached out to open the door. He frowned as he noticed that the “CLOSED” sign was still flipped over. It was almost 4pm, a whole hour before closing.
Did she really forget to flip it over this whole time?
Bucky pushed the door open and went inside. Immediately his Winter Soldier instincts went off and he could sense that something wasn’t right.
“Y/N?” he called out.
It was dead silent, save for Billie Holiday’s voice singing through the speakers.
“Living for you, is easy living. It’s easy to live when you’re in love. And, I’m so in love, There’s nothing in life, but you.”
It gave the place an eerie feeling, he just didn’t know why. He made his way past the desk and noticed that your phone was resting there. That must have meant that you were still there.
“Y/N?” Bucky called out even louder.
Where is she? Maybe you were deeper into the store.
“I’ll never regret the years I’m giving. They’re easy to give when you’re in love. I’m happy to do whatever I do, for you.”
As he walked carefully through the antiques, he noticed one of the glass displays had been left open. Confused, he took a step towards it, and when he did there was a crunch underneath his foot. Startled, he looked down and lifted his booted foot off the ground. There were shards of pink glass all over the floor. The remnants of a vase or something of the like.
The beat of Bucky’s heart quickened instantly. Something isn’t right, something had happened.
“Y/N!” his voice was slowly filling with panic.
He started moving quickly amongst the displays, shelves, and furniture, looking for any sign of you. As he did so he found signs of struggle. There was a shattered display case and dining room chairs had been toppled to the ground along with other things.
His blood ran cold when he notices bullet casings on the floor and a bullet hole imbedded in one of the bookshelves.
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.
He would have thought that there was a robbery, but it seemed way more than that. This person had chased you around the store…and they had wanted to hurt you.
His vision started to blur and his breathing became agitated. He scoured every corner of the shop, exposing any nook and cranny if he had to, calling out your name in hopes that you would answer. He was looking for you, for blood…for a body.
It wasn’t until he reached that corner of the store that was used for old dressers, armoires, and vanities that he found something of significance at his feet. It was a black cane. Bucky picked it up. It was one of those that had a secret sword inside of it, but its head was missing. The weapon inside had been drawn out for recent use.
Bucky dropped the cane back on the ground with a clatter. He searched for the sword underneath a nearby vanity table and the white dresser next to it. if he found it then maybe he would have a clue as to where you were. But as he did so, his eyes landed on something that made them widen and his jaw clench.
A drop of blood.
Bucky straightened up. His followed as more drops of blood made a trail towards the very corner, behind an old armoire. Bucky hesitated, scared of what he would find if he moved any further. But he kept going, he had to know. He tried listening into to see if he heard breathing.
As he turned the corner and looked behind the large piece of furniture, he saw nothing but a small puddle of blood, and some of it was smeared against a set of drawers. It was as if someone had leaned up against them. The sword from the old cane lay next to it all.
But no body.
Bucky didn’t know whether to feel relief at the sight or even more fearful. He turned, leaned his metal arm against one of the wooden closets, and groaned. A wave of dizziness and nausea took over. He closed his eyes.
He was sure that he was going to find you dead.
But you weren’t. That’s what mattered, right?
You might have been alive, but you were still missing. Whoever did this had hurt you - shot you – and they had taken you by force. And what made it even worse was the prospect of - wherever they had taken you - they were probably doing things to you at this very moment.
Images swirled in Bucky’s mind and he curled his hands into angry fists. The thought of all of that brought his blood to a boil.
Just a few hours earlier you had been in his arms, dancing each other’s worries away. You had done it to cheer him up, he knew, and he had been grateful. It was the first time in a long time that he had been truly happy. Your smile alone was enough to make him crazy about you, and your lips on his were everything that he had ever imagined.
This is all my fault.
Someone like you didn’t deserve any of this.
It all just made him angrier and more desperate. He had to find you. He had to set things right, because he had brought this upon you in the first place. At least that’s what Bucky thought.
A low growl escaped from his throat. The rage built up in his chest. He knew damn well who had done this to you. And the thought of anyone laying a hand on you made him want to do things he hadn’t done in a long time. It took every bone in his body not to punch a hole into every thing in his wake.
Instead, he took a deep breath, brought out his phone, and made a call. He kept his gaze on the blood stains below.
“Steve.” He breathed out. “He has her. He has Y/N…”
“And I’m gonna kill him.”
A/N: SOOOOOOOOO. Would you believe me if I said that I have been DYING to share this part for a long time? This was actually something I thought of before the reader’s crazy past. It’s the reason that I haven’t revealed her past yet, I wanted CRAZINESS TO ENSUE. PLS PLS PLS LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS. SEND IN AN ASK. ANYTHING. I’ll be casually eating popcorn as everybody freaks out (I mean, I hope you’re freaking out).
Song: “Easy Living” by Billie Holiday (I LOVE HER)
As the rays of the sun, who slowly gaved in too the presence of the heavy, grey clouds, slowly retreated from the planes of snow, it seemed clear that the gods have abbandoned those, who in theyre name, or in the name of richess and battle went out too find theyre destiny.
A dance of light and steel was performed under the skies, in a place that was forgotten by men long decades ago. And now, again after more then three hundred years, this ground was again tainted by the blood of the living. Snoflakes flew stronger in the space, that was filled by the song of clashing steel and sparks jumped from the blades into the air, burning brightly only for mere seconds, before with a powerfull battle cry they were blown away and followed shortly by a few more, when the blades clashed again.
Screams of long dead filled the valley where once a proud churche stood, but now in the unending waves of snow, the living fought the dead. Rusty, deteriorating cleavers, sabres and spears clashed with polished steel that cut deeply into the armor of the dead ones.
A quick thrust from Thane´s dagger came through the tough breastplate of the undead warrior in front of him. As the body of the dead absorbed the attack, chunks of flesh flew through the air, tainting Thane´s face. The young thief quickly dodged, half way through changing his stance, too quickly grab the spear right behind its piercing spike, before it could burrow itself in his side, with a scream of hatred, turning quickly, hitting the undead swordsman into his chin with his elbow, before leading the undead spearman next too his right side, kicking him swiftly in his knee, too make both of them fall into the snow.
His breath was heavy, he looked quickly around him, wiping away the blood coming from the small cut over his right eyebrow. He could barely recognize the small, slim figure of the groups priest Azy just a few meters away from him. He saw her rising her hands and her glowing scepter too the air, before he needed too yet again dodge, against the overwhelming storm of thrusts and slashes that the undead gifted him with.
“KERU !”, his voice called out, as he used his daggers pummel too break away the metal of the annoying spear. He wished too call something more, yet the undead proved too great too ignore, or not take seriously. Only barely did he realize, how the earth under him got hotter, and the snow itself started too melt, before jumping too the side, and rolling as far as he could.
Even after that he could feel the fire of the thrown fireball burning his long cloak, as Scar heard his plea for help and came too his rescue. The powerfull sorceress stood as a pillar of power and destruction, yelling out incantations and powerfull spells, which she used too clean large portions of the area around her and her companions. Lighting, dazzling bolts of energy bit deep into the bodies of the undead throwing them meters away, from the gesturing woman. Shortly before finishing her last fire spell, she yelled out another formula of power, and waved her hand upwards throwing the bones of the undead that were attack herself in a pair, too the air, with raging bolts of energy, making theyre parts fly towards the ruined structure.
Thane spat out snow that filled his mouth and quickly stood up. He didnt see his green haired friend nowhere, nor did he see his leader, or his heavy armoured friend, yet as he was blinded by a light stronger the the rays of sun itself, he could hear the singing, clean voice of Azy coming through the storm itself, dominating the area with her presence, making the blizzard itself avoid her figure and the powerfull aura of her scepter, before the priestess slammed its head into the ground. The hungry pack of undead that tried too get too her were eaten alive by the powerfull magic of her faith, and dissapeared in the light.
A short pause, that was so needed finally came. Thane quickly ran towards Azy, packing Scar by her hand as he ran past her bringing them together. All of them breathed heavily, and stood side by side, forming a small circle, against the rising army of the undead.
Scar was as always in the role, of the caring, overprotective sister, as her voice filled the storm of snow.
“So…anyone hurt ?”, she asked as she fought for air.
“I´m calling dibs on the first teeth i beat out of the next skeleton, sis.”, answered Thane with his voice being changed by his breathing.
“We need…too regroup. They are too many, for only the three of us.”, Azy added, keeping her scepter close too her chest, holding it with both hands its radiating light slowly extinquishing as it was overwhelmed by her magic.
“Agreed.”, Scar answered and as she gritted her teeth, the magical lightning answered covering her hands in cracking sounds and power, that belonged too every sorcerer.
“Everyone, stay behind me. If they try too use theyre numbers again i will turn them too dust. Thane please…guard my flanks.”, said Azy as her eyes shined again with pure blue magic and her back straightened, determination filling her gaze.
The young thief smiled wildly, turning his dagger between his fingers as if it was but a simple toy, before taking his stance, one hand outstretched with his weapon, the other close by, prepared for disarming and grabbing.
“Im with you, sis !”
They knew theyre chances, they knew what they were up against, but neither of them would give up. For they knew also one other thing. Once they would be again besieged by death, there was non better then the person standing by theyre side too save them from such fate.
As they stood, waiting for another wall of rusty steel they could clearly hear the sounds of counting and yelling that came from somewhere close by. They knew very well too whom these voices belonged. And non of them could hide a smile. If “they” were alive, they just might make it out of here.
The metal gauntlet burrowed itself with loud cracking sounds in the face of the woud be undead warrior, as a long grey cloak flew in the air, followed by an warhammer that blocked the slashing, horizontal attack from another skeletal warrior, that was covered head and toe in rusty, plate armor.
“Fifteen !”, came from the closed plate helmet, before the heavy blows of the twohanded weapons met each other over the snow of the lost valley. Blow after blow, cursed magical steel of the undead, against the unbreakable steel of dwarven forges.
“Seventeen !”, came from somewhere left of the by plated covered warrior, and a flash of green color came through the air, before as a hailstorm of blades a dancer came through a group of undead.
Each step was calculated, each swing of one of the two swords was lead with unmatched belief in one owns strenghts and abilities, before using a balanced step too the side and attacking. Light armor, only barely protecting the warrior from incoming attacks. Yet with such speed and dexterity no one needed much cover from damage.
Two swords followed each other, letting thrusts of spears pass, before cutting theyre hilts into two, together with the hands and knees of theyre owners. Two eyes, in the color of malachite looked through the falling snow, looking and following the swings of the undead marauders, and leading effective counter attacks.
Keru, the swordsman of the group blocked another wide swing of the undead soldier, who followed his attack with his shield held up high, performing another wide swing against the thick duelist, hoping too chop off his head. How surprised the undead was, when Keru bow under the blow, turning half-way before making a thrust with his left blae against another incoming undead, thrusting through his nose and into his helmet, while at the same time slashing against the knees of the undead sending it too the ground. Holding his position he was able too dodge another thrust of the charging spearman, only too turn again in the direction of the hour, too block three wild swings of an rusty axe, that one of the undead must have stolen from the dead woodcutters that came too this place before his group.
Turning yet again and taking three steps back, the swordsman had a good idea where his enemies were and continued too perform his dance of death, answering the chaotic attacks of the undead, with unmatched flurries of attacks. His face was twisted in a victorious smile, and his concentration was complete, as he took his blades and with each one in hand, he stomped into the ground, making the snow fly too the air, taking in the attacks of the trio of undead warriors. Standing, keeping his ground, his swords singing theyre own song of metal and steel, letting the sparks fly and the weapons of the undead break.
Only barely did he realize as two of the undead were cut down by arrows that had the glow of sapphires. His smirk went away and he slashed down the remaining undead warrior of the undead, before waving with his sword, towards the archer that was standing atop a broken pillar, shooting magical arrows without stop.
“No fair ! That one was mine !” , he called out, before seeing as his friend in heavy armor fell next too him, a deep cutting wound in his shoulder guard. Only seconds have saved the green haired swordsman from his head being chopped off, as he turned with a quick gesture and took a parrying position. The hammering twohander that hit his guard had the power of an bear, and sended the young swordsman flying. He burrowed into the snow, gliding over it, far away from his compatriots, before doing a back roll and ending on his feet. Only too watch as all around him, the dead came back too the light, too once again conquer the ground above.
Deusn, the knight of the group took his warhammer and stoop up facing the giant in heavy armor, with a scream of revenge, he swinged his hammer, only too be again met with equal force, making his heavy weapon fly and quickly change direction, too attack his foe from another direction. But as always, his enemy managed too block his attack. Yet this time, it was a faint, too allow the knight too get closer. Following the swing of his hammer, the knight came close enough too deliver a loud headbutt into the face of the undead warrior, sending him steps back, before performing a crushing swing of his warhammer against the undeads chest. The hammer head slammed itself into the shoulder guard of the undead champion and sended him flying, ripping him too pieces and letting him in the snow.
While those two fought, Milei, the archer and leader of the group, kneeled on the pillar and sended one arrow after the other, too loosen the numbers of the incoming undead horde. She understood she needed too rally her companions and make a plan of battle…and this pillar was the key. The fallen parts of the ruins provided for well defended barricades, and they would have better chances against the undead on a higher postiion. She was just about too call out her orders, before she saw as from the clouds with screeching, more beasts of the undead army´s arsenal came. Beasts of bat wings and dead bird corpses sewn together. She didnt wait for a second. Already her body moved on her own, sending one arrow after another, ripping the flying monsters too pieces.
She knew she had only twenty more arrows left, before she would be without any ammunition, but her spirit didnt waver. Arrows or not, if those beasts make it too her friends, they will rip them apart. Another arrow flew from her majestic bow and it pierced the eye of one flying creature sending it down against the marching army of the undead, that were trying too surround Azy, Thane and Scar. With a leading voice and a waving weapon, she gaved them the signal too rally too her side. And her friends listened too her leadership.
As one they left theyre current position and ran out against the broken numbers of the undead, kicking, punching, burning, blessing and ripping the undead too pieces.
Surrounded by death, the swordsman fought for his very own life. Filthy fingers of the undead grabbed him by his throath, face, cheeks, chest, arms, legs and tried too bury him alive. Yet Keru was too experienced too loose his head in such a scenario and with calculated, short but devastating blows of his sword pummels he kept the undead away for long enough too give him the chance too swing. Yet for every undead monstrosity he cut down, two more rose up too take its place. Every step he made back too his friends was hard fought, yet he knew he could not escape this death trap.
Just as one of the undead grabbed him by the neck, a swarm of arrows flew around him pinning the undead down, yet the undead that grabbed him by his chin and tried too rip his face in half, was slammed down by an thrown warhammer, before Keru was free too react. A heavy two handed sword flew through the air and cut the two undead around him in halves, before he was grabbed by the collar of his tunic and dragged away with sounds of clancing armor.
“I wont say thank you…! Could have handled them by my own, just fine !”, he grumbled as he stumbled back towards theyre group.
“You can kill them, when they come too kill us ! Cabbage head !”, Deusn answered and showed him too the circle that was created by theyre group, around the pillar that was theyre rally point.
A place that they would defend till theyre final moments.
Azy breathed heavily, letting Thane too offer her support. Her magic drained her strenght too much and during the running she exhausted herself even more, as she tried too keep the undead at base. Thane didnt look much better, yet his eyes spoke of a different story. With one hand he held Azy, with the other, he held his dagger, ready for his final dance.
Scar cracked her knuckles and through her fingers lighting played its own, horrible melody of destruction. She stayed by herself, towards the north, where most of the undead came. One hand covered by flame, the other by lighting.
With both of his hands, covered in plate armor, around the newest weapon, in the form of the undead zwehander, Deusn stood on the tip of the formation, aiming against the undead, quiet and concentrated.
Keru eased the pressure on his hands, slowly moving his hands in circles, too release tension in his muscles, before swinging wildly in a circle as he took his stance, staying completely stiff, not moving an inch.
Over all of them Milei overlooked the fields of snow, taking another arrow in her hands and preparing her bow. Touching her right cheek, the last rays of the sun were dissapearing as the clouds started too choke its glorious light. She smiled and pulled her hair a little bit back behind her ear. It was a silly gesture, but a neccesary one. If she was intending too kill each and every single one of these beasts…then neither the sun, fear or anything else, would stay in the way of her gaze.
They would get out of here. Dead or alive. But together.
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