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I’ll never forget

(A/N): I have been dying to write this one too

Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.

Warnings: maybe angst? Swearing, the usual :)

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Originally posted by natpekis

   You wince softly as you gingerly operate on Bucky’s arm, the metal plating having been damaged on his last mission. 

   You’d been ‘recruited’ for Hydra months ago, little did anyone know you were actually on a Shield mission to save the asset, the winter soldier, Bucky Barnes. You’d been entrusted with the soldier’s safety and that’s why you could operate on him alone without anyone else in the room. You didn’t pump him full of drugs like the other doctors did, you didn’t sedate him whenever he got dangerous, he didn’t smack him to bring him back to reality because other than the fact that you couldn’t physically do it you didn’t have to. Bucky was never violent with you, he usually sat still the entire time you worked on him, never really saying anything or doing much so you never had to hurt him. 

   “You’re soft,” The soldier rasps, his voice much more rough than it usually was. “You’re not like the others,” You hum softly as you tweak some wires, litle sparks flying out his arm. 

   “Yeah? What makes you think that?” You smile at him before quickly getting back to work. 

   “You smile at me,” He whispers, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t hit me, you don’t stick needles in me, you’re the only person here who’s ever been kind to me,” 

   “Well,” You whisper as you continue to work, being careful not to bump any of his other wires. “You deserve kindness,” 

   “I’m a machine,” Bucky states, turning his head back ahead, his gaze finally falling from you. “Machines don’t get kindness,” 

   “If you don’t treat a machine well it won’t work, isn’t that how it goes?” Bucky doesn’t answer, merely keeps his gaze straight ahead. “Well, if you don’t treat a human nice it’s going to stop being human and I don’t want that for you,” 

   “Am I human?” Bucky asks, his lips barely moving. With a sigh you put your tools down, smoothing your hand over Bucky’s improved plating. 

   “You’ve got a heart, don’t ya?” Bucky nods, then stops, his lips pursing in thought. 

   “I guess,” You smile a bit, resting your chin on your palm. 

   “You’ve got a brain, right?” Bucky nods again. 

   “Then you’re human Buck, I promise you,” 

   “I don’t feel human,” Bucky whispers, his gaze falling down to his arm. “I don’t know what I am but I’m not- I’m not human,” 

   “I think you are,” You whisper as you check the plating one more time, ensuring that it was well enough for inspection. 

   “I never forget you,” Bucky whispers, his gaze never travelling from his arm. “Even after they wipe me, I don’t forget. I don’t forget the way your hands feel on my skin, or the way you smile at me, I don’t forget your voice or face, I don’t forget you like I forget everyone else,” 

   “Bucky-” You sigh once again, your heart constricting in your throat. 

  “Please don’t tell them,” Bucky looks at you, his eyes full of fear. “You can’t let them know,” 

  “I won’t tell,” You nod your head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “ I promise I won’t,” 

   Bucky stares at you for only a moment before he’s nodding, his gaze falling back down to his arm once again. 

   "They’re gonna be back any minute,“ He whispers, his tone bit as emotionless as it was only few moments ago.

    "I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly running your thumb along his hand as you speak. 

    “They’re gonna wipe me again, aren’t they?" 

    "Don’t they always?” You smile at him sadly, your eyes no doubt swimming with emotion. 

    “It hurts.” Bucky states, his tone nearly robotic at this point. “More than anything I’ve ever felt," 

    "I’m sorry Buck,” you whisper, wishing nothing more than to get this poor guy out of here. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Bucky nods, pursing his lips at the telltale signs of shoes in the hall just outside his cage. “I promise you Bucky, I’m gonna make the pain stop someday,” You let go of his hand as the door to the isolated room opens, putting your facade back on, wouldn’t want hydra knowing you’re a double agent. 

    “Everything’s been fixed,” you state, no hint of emotion in your voice. Pierce smiles at you, gripping your shoulder gently. 

    “You’ve been a good agent (Y/N), very good, nearly as good as the soldier himself,” You cast a glance at Bucky, noticing the way his eyes had taken up that reserved, cold demeanor once more. “Now get out of here, you’re done for the day,” you give him a polite smile and nod, quickly exiting before they started clearing Bucky’s mind once again. 

   You tried to walk down the hall as fast as you could, desperate to get away from them, to go back to your safe house and decompress but no matter how fast you walked you couldn’t seem to escape Bucky’s haunting screams of pain.


    You stayed with Hydra for months after that, always fixing up Bucky, checking some of his diagnostics, even training him a bit. Eventually you became so trusted in hydras eyes that they allowed Bucky to be free around you, no other guards needed. It was a huge mistake on their part, given you were already preparing a plan on how to get the two of you out of here.

    “(Y/N),” Bucky states as he calmly wipes his knife of any blood, not even sparing a glance at the quivering mass of human on the floor. 

    “Yeah Buck?" 

    "You’re thinking about breaking out, aren’t you?” You look up from your clipboard where you’d been measuring how accurately The asset could slit a throat.

    “How did you-”

    “That’s what you meant when you said you were gonna end my pain, right? You were gonna get me out of here?” You bite your lip, nodding hesitantly. “I can help- I know where all the guards are, I know which halls are empty, I can tell you where it’s safe and were it isn’t," 

    "You want to get out of here?”

    “If it’s with you? Yes,” Bucky slides the knife back on a table, each chunk of wood covered in a weapon of sorts.

    “Well?” You lean forward, setting your clipboard aside. “When do we wanna ditch this place?" 


    "You’re sure this is the right hall?” You ask Bucky as the two of you creep through the hydra base, making sure to be extra quiet. 

    “I know the layout of every hydra base on this earth, i know we’re in the right hall,” Bucky places his metal arm in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.

    “Bucky?" 

    "Shhh,” the soldier warns, placing a finger to his lips. You close your moth, listening intently to whatever it was that had set Bucky off. You strain to hear but there was no mistaking the sound of heavy footfalls in some hall, evidence that now people were hunting you two down, and fast. 

    “Shit,” you whisper, fear bubbling within your chest. 

    “We have to run,” Bucky states coolly as he grabs your hand, yanking you down the hall. 

    “Stop them!” Someone down the hall yells and suddenly the footfalls are getting much, much closer.

    You run just as fast as Bucky, your feet hitting the concrete below you with such force that you could feel your feet ache. The two of you round a corner, two big silver doors before you signaling your way out; you were so close. 

   "Almost there,“ Bucky encourages, not letting go of your hand for one second. You nod your head as you book it towards the exit, freedom so tantalizingly close that you could taste it. But suddenly a shot rang through the air and a crippling pain shot through your chest. With a sudden cry you drop to the ground, causing Bucky to nearly fall as well. His hand still grips yours as you use your free one to clutch at the hole in your chest, blood seeping between your fingers. 

   ”(Y/N)-“ Bucky murmurs, more fear in his eyes than your ever seen before. 

   "Go,” you rasp, your body burning in pain as you speak. “Get out of here," 

   "No,” Bucky growls as he almost effortlessly picks you up, pulling you to his chest. “I’m not leaving you behind," 

    "Bucky, I’m- I’m dead weight at this point-” but Bucky doesn’t even give you a moment to finish before he’s booking it down the hall, only stopping to break the control Panel to the doors. The doors slide open, revealing a few simple grounds, nothing much in sight except for the large black helicopter sitting just a few feet away from the base. 

    “It’s shield,” you rasp, pointing a finger to the copter. “We made it," 

    "Soldier, I demand you stop!” An agent scream, guns firing shot after shot as they attempted to wound one of you. 

    “Are you motherfuckers getting in here or what?” Fury pokes his head out of the small space available for a door. “We don’t have all day,” Bucky rushes towards the helicopter, only stopping to hand you over to Steve’s embrace. Bucky quickly jumps in the copter and not even a second afterwards the pilot takes off, Nat, or a familiar red headed woman who Bucky could’ve sworn he’d seen before. 

    “Shit (Y/N),” Steve curses, his hands ripping open the front of your suit. “You got hit pretty bad," 

    "I know,” you rasp, your chest aching in pain. “I told Bucky to just leave me behind but he refused,” Bucky nods, his gaze trained in on your face. “We made it Bucky,” you reach up, grasping his metal hand a bit. “You’re safe now,” Bucky nods, lifting your hand to rub his cheek against it, a sweet gesture that had you melting on the inside. “We’re safe," 

 ~2 years later~

    "Bucky!” You call out to your fiancée who seemed to be having trouble getting out of bed.

    It’s been two tears since your days of hydra and things couldn’t be better, you had your own home, a nice one too, you didn’t have to worry about hydra breathing down your necks at all times, Bucky had finally gotten his memory back and he never, ever forgot you. Even when he’d forgotten his own name, or how is mother had died, he’d never forgotten you, just like he told you that fateful day. With a reminiscent smile you flip a pancake, hollering to Bucky once again. 

    “Bucky come on! I made pancakes and coffee!" 

    "I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Bucky chuckles as he sleepily wipes at his eyes, his feet slowly but steadily carrying him to your side. He wraps his metal arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to Your neck, his stubble tickling you softly. “Thanks doll,” Bucky murmurs, causing you to giggle just a bit.

    Bucky’s lips slip over to your scar, a good sized bullet hole that had scarred over, leaving behind bumpy, white flesh. “I’m going tux shopping with Steve today,” Bucky whispers, his lips still gently pressed to your skin. You hum softly as Bucky kisses his way back up your neck, stopping just below your ear. “But after that I thought we could go to that record store you wanted to look at,” you nod your head, a small smile working it’s way up to your lips. 

    “I’d love that,” Bucky hums this time as his free arm reaches out to play with the ring on your finger, a simple band, nothing too fancy, but simple and elegant.

    “I love you,” Bucky murmurs against you, tucking his face back against your neck. 

    “I love you too Buck,” Bucky’s arm tightens around you as you flip a pancake, smirking proudly to yourself as you flipped it perfectly.

    Bucky purses his lips in thought, a small humming noise issuing from the back of his throat. 

    “What’s on your mind?” You ask as you scoop more pancake batter onto the skillet, listening to the oils sizzle and pop. 

    “I was just thinking…can we have pancakes at the wedding?”

Undercover Mission

Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you. @diving-down-to-wonderland

“The man on the bridge. You knew him?” You quietly asked, sadly setting Bucky up for the electroshock. He vaguely nodded his head, tears springing his eyes.

“I knew him.” Bucky said, your heart breaking at the thought of how he felt at the moment. You knew Steve, as well. But you couldn’t let Bucky know in case Hydra found out your secret mission.

You were working for shield undercover but Hydra has you work with Bucky, it’s your duty to set him up for the electroshock. You couldn’t blow your cover so you had to do this no matter how much it hurt.

You hated doing this and you’ve spent everyday with him beforehand. You were thankful he always remembered you afterwards. You’d comfort him in his cell at night when everyone was in their cells, sleeping.


Thankfully, you managed to conjure up an escape plan. It wouldn’t be too hard, you’d have to do it quickly though. There were some vents that led to the side of the building and you’d have to hurry and get there or else they’ll catch you both.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You said, placing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Y/N, please.” Bucky pleaded, his hands reaching for you but were stopped from his restraints. “Please.” Bucky begged again, his metal hand whirring.

Your heart broke even more, knowing what was to come. “I’ll be back, I promise. Bucky, I’m getting you out.” You said, sniffling as you brushed his sweaty hair back with your fingers.

A sliver of hope flashed in Bucky’s beautiful and sad blue eyes. “I promise.”

Suddenly the doors bolted open and you quickly moved away from Bucky, drying your tears. Agents came in one by one, armed with weapons.

“Agent Y/L/N.” The leader said, giving you a tight nod. You nodded back and left the room, hearing the machine hum to life.

You ran as fast as you could, crying as you heard Bucky’s screams down the long hallway.

You broke into uncontrollable sobs and slid down the wall, ripping your name tag from your shirt. You had to get Bucky out. You just had to. It was your mission and you could not fail him.


You managed to escape the cell with Bucky before he was put under again, thankful the guards were in the training room.

You found the vent you needed to escape through and Bucky was right beside you, ready to punch through anyone who stood in your way.

“Here!” You whisper shouted. You had Bucky lift you up to the vent and you grunted as you got inside. It was pretty big and you knew Bucky would have no problem squeezing in with you.

Bucky hopped up alongside you and you began your journey through the facility. “Fury, we’re on our way.” You spoke through your comm. “Fury?” Bucky asked, unsure if he should trust the name.

You nodded, giving him a small reassuring smile. “He’s helping me save you.” You explained quietly. “Copy that. I’m on the way with the chopper. Bring him home, Agent Y/L/N.”

You and Bucky had made it through the vents and you both sat at the edge, ready to drop down. The drop wasn’t too far but you were still scared. Bucky noticed.

“I’ll drop down first, check the area, and I’ll catch you.” Bucky said, holding onto your arm gently. You nodded and smiled nervously, watching him slide closer to the edge.

Bucky dropped down and rolled on the ground to break his fall. He quickly checked around the area. He appeared back at the bottom of the vent and held his arms out for you.

“We’re all clear, hurry!” Bucky rushed in a whisper. You took a deep breath and slid off the edge, falling down. You squeezed your eyes shut and immediately landed in Bucky’s flesh arm and he held you to his chest.

Bucky never touched you with his metal arm, he was always afraid he’d hurt you. He’d become very protective over you and he never wanted to be the one to cause you any harm.

Bucky put you down on your feet and you both ran away, hand in hand. You suddenly heard men yelling and you turned to see agents piling behind you. “Shit!” Bucky spat.

One of the guards aimed for Bucky as you both turned around to face the guards. “Bucky!” You yelled, pushing him away as fast as you could. You suddenly felt a bullet pierce through your side.

You fell to the ground with a groan and Bucky dropped to his knees. “Y/N!” Bucky yelled out, tears filling his eyes. He dropped to your side and felt anger boil in his blood.

The guards started running towards you and Bucky growled, standing back to his feet. He started fighting off the guards, ripping their heads off with his metal hand and dodging bullets.

You sobbed quietly, holding your side as the blood kept pulsing out of you like a broken faucet. Minutes passed and the area was covered in dead guards.

Bucky rushed back to you and you heard a helicopter land in the distance. “I’m sorry, Bucky.” You sobbed. Bucky shook his head, carefully picking you up.

He hesitated but held you with his metal arm, too. He rushed you to the helicopter where Fury was waiting for you. Bucky was careful not to cause you anymore pain but your cries let him know he was failing.


You were all patched up now, having successfully rescuing Bucky from Hydra. He met up with Steve while you were treated for your bullet wound. You saw Steve and Bucky standing outside the glass window, Steve’s arm resting on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I always remembered her. She would visit me everyday before they gave me the electroshock.” Bucky told Steve, telling him the memories he had made with you with at the Hydra facility.

Steve smiled, seeing Bucky’s lips turn up in a smile of his own. “You may see her now.” The nurse told Bucky and Steve. “Go head, I’ll wait.” Steve said, patting Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky slowly walked in the hospital room, seeing your pale body in the hospital bed. You were hooked up to an IV and he could see the bandage around your abdomen.

He pulled a chair to your bed and sat down. You sniffled as you looked over at Bucky. “Y/N, I can’t thank you enough.” Bucky whispered, grabbing your cold hand.

You smiled and let out a sob. “I’d do anything for you, Bucky.” He smiled and kissed your hand. “Like taking a bullet for a man who can heal quickly.” Bucky said with a watery chuckle.

You blushed and nodded. “You saved me.” Bucky said quietly, moving a strand of your hair from your face. “It started out as an undercover mission, but I knew I had to do it because I fell for you, Bucky.” You sobbed a little.

Bucky leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You mean so much to me, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, forever thankful you helped save his life.

Note: agh, i wrote this in so many different ways so many times! I really hope you like this! thanks for the request! .c

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anonymous asked:

Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: a bit of blood, but not too much.

A/N: Hey angel! Thank you for this wonderful prompt, I had SO much fun with it, the idea is bloody fantastic and truth be told, I could’ve written an entire fan fic about this, especially detailing their encounters before the shocks lol. but yeah, I hope this is what you wanted <33 again, thank you <33

                                                          *****

You opened the door to his room.

The room of the one they were calling The Winter Soldier.

But you knew who he was. Who he really was.

The only problem was that he had no idea who you really were.

You were working for S.H.I.E.L.D and have been deep undercover for quite some time now, all in order to free James Buchanan Barnes.

You wished for nothing more than to tell him this nightmare would be over soon, but you still had a lot of work to do for an escape to work.

For now, you couldn’t risk telling him anything about you or S.H.I.E.L.D’s plan.

Someone was always watching. Listening.

You had to be careful.

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Promise (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys!!! I’m sorry for posting this late anon!! This is not my best work, I admit but well, I don’t know haha. Anyways, you guys can always send in your requests! I write for supernatural, avengers, marvel and FBAWTFT!!😊 Enjoy!!

Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.

Warnings: torture(a bit)


You kept your head low as you walked past the soldiers, trying not to make any eye contact with anyone as you turned in another hallway. Reaching the last room at the end of the hallway, you knocked it before walking in.

The man sitting on the bed stared you before standing up as you walked to stand in front of him. “Hi, Bucky.”

“Y/N?”

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Everyone was sure Q was going to break when they lost Bond. The building the agent had been inside had collapsed on top of him, there was no way even James Bond could survive that. Q simply signed off, taking off his com set and finishing his earl grey without even a hint of emotion. The room stayed silent, no dared even breathe. The Quartermaster was a time bomb, sitting in the middle of his own branch. R moved first, collecting the empty mug from Q’s desk and offering to type up a report. Q nodded his thanks, humming softly as he packed up laptop and made to leave– Moneypenny stopped him at the door. Q looked at her with eyes made of hurricanes and shook his head, Moneypenny let him pass without a word.

Things continued on with Q as if nothing had happened, acting as if James was only on an extended mission. It took about two weeks before everyone stopped treating him like glass, glass with a bullet hole through the center only held together by its own will. Another six months passed, the longest Q had been apart from James since they’ed met. Several members of Q branch became worried that Q was in denial, while others began to look over the resume and prepared to get new jobs to escape their sociopathic Quartermaster.

It was another eight months before Q actually smiled again. 011, a new agent Q had refused to hand 007′s number to, had his first successful mission that day and M had attributed most of the credit to Q’s branch. The mission had been a twelve hour ordeal and Q knew his cats wouldn’t be happy about him returning at three in the morning. Opening the door to his flat, Q’s senses were assaulted by the scents of dry blood and gun powder he’d nearly rid the flat of in the last year. 

Choking on the tears he’d held down for so many months, Q’s voice was thick in his throat. “What do you see?”

“A bloody big ship.” The voice drug across his skin like sandpaper, a code word, for times when there wasn’t enough time to explain how everything was going to be okay in the end. Bond, James Bond. Q’s agent had returned.

Legendary Deck Building Game Secret Wars – Volume 2 cards has been released the 9th of December. Here you are one of the cards I’ve done ( this time the gray tones version). A crawling Agent Venom. I got so much fun doing this piece!
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What makes Intelligence Agents tick? (Part one)

There are certain aspects that are considered the building blocks of intelligent agents. Unlike the average man these agents view the world in a novel lens. Their effective habit system alters their perception profoundly. They are capable of extracting information from the most devious sources. They always make the best of what they have, and they pay a lot of attention to details. Their line of trade is rather dangerous at times. That is why it is absolutely crucial to be always ready, prepared and vigilant of your surroundings.

How does one adopt an effective Situational Awareness habit?

This habit can take the toll on you, if you do not know where and how to look. Being constantly observant is very tiring, it exerts the brain’s resources immensely. Selective attention is always advised whenever attempting to observe the outer/external environment. In this article I will be discussing Observation and how to utilize it towards your best interest.


1. Observation

There are two types of observation modes:

a. Passive Observation (Being one’s default mode)

b. Active Observation (Conscious awareness)

The default state in which we observe the world around us is the passive mode. Through which you take the relevant data (enough to let you survive the time being) surrounding you, and comprehend it in the simplest of ways. The world is a very dangerous place, full of potential risks. The passive observation mode let’s you operate accordingly, while maintaining awareness for potential danger. Take for example the sound of the banging engine that takes you by surprise, you automatically direct your attention towards that source to assess the threat. If it proves to be a false alarm, you ease your tension. However, unlike the passive mode, the active mode provides you with a sense of proactive, it makes you aware of potential threats that may arises, dangers that normally would bypass your naive passive observation operator. Through the active mode you are willingly analyzing most of the influencing factors in your surrounding environment, and dismissing all that is irrelevant of course, this can take it’s toll on one’s brain power. That is why it is advised to hone the method of selective attention, as mentioned before. There are a few tips that may get you started with this habit. 


Drill:

- Close your eyes and try to memorize every detail in your surrounding area (It would be advised to try this with a familiar room/area)

- Open your eyes again and see how many have you missed. You should find a good some of important information that slipped your attention.

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Whenever you enter a premise, try to keep track of the following: 

1. Where are the exist

2.How many windows

3. How many people are in the room

4. What is the layout of the room

5. Observe people’s micro expression

6. Observe the people’s behavior and body language as they interact with one another

7. Observe the clothes of the people (There is a world of information in how someone dresses themselves)


I will be discussing further points in the upcoming article.


G.

MISSIONS;;

With the completion of the first event, we are going to start posting missions. The way this will work is essentially an assignment. We prepare a mission for two characters, post it and you and your partner can execute it however you’d like. You can thread, chatzy, skype chat- whatever is easiest for you as long as you post it when you are done and tag Director Hall so we can mark the mission as complete.

The way these will work is, once a week we will post a small list of 3-5 partners along with what their mission entails on the Directors blog. It might not always be with someone your character likes very much, these missions are for team building, strengthening bonds between agents, and above all else character development. While these missions are active you may still post as usual on the dash. If you character is not on the list they WILL be on an up and coming list. Missions are not optional, we will give you a base outline of what it will entail and you and your partner can make it as dramatic or as easy as you’d like. 

If there is a plot you and another agent would like to do that involves a mission please feel free to come to the Admins and we can make that happen for you.

This rp is all about the stories of your characters and we want to give you the freedom to develop as much as possible!

IMPLANTS;;

Implants are small, microchips which are embedded in the arms of each agent after the events of March 5, 2017. They only work with a connection to their hosts DNA. The chips will grant agents access to the places they have the security clearance for. If you need to go see a doctor in the med bay, you will be flagged as such and have no issue going in.

The Security level changes will be found on the INFO page on the main.

Of course, Garcia’s entire job was to feed the Nazis intelligence about Britain, which he knew nothing about. So he simply spent his days watching newsreels, reading about Britain in the library, and compiling reams of secondhand bullshit and useless information. As if this wasn’t brazen enough, Garcia began recruiting imaginary sub-agents and building himself an imaginary spy network within a country he’d never been to. And he submitted their expense reports. We’re wondering what Nazi auditors thought when they came across Hugh Jass’s expense report for fifty crates of beer and one hundred tacos.

When Britain caught word that this guy was playing the most hilarious and epic prank in history in their honor, they reconsidered his request to put him on the payroll. Now backed by the British government, Garcia and his new friends continued to expand their totally imaginary enterprise to leech an ever increasing salary from the German government, almost certainly writing their letters in the grip of hysterical laughter and high-fiving. In the end, Garcia had scammed over $4 million in today’s dollars out of the Nazi government.

And they still didn’t catch on. At the end of the war, Garcia was presented with the Iron Cross for his faithful and dedicated service to the Third Reich, making him one of only a small handful of people who won medals from both sides in World War II. When he got tired of it all, he faked his own death and ran a bookstore in Venezula for forty years. No, seriously.

The 7 Most Heroic Con Artists of All Time

The Asset (10/?)

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

The Asset: The past two years have been the best years of Y/N’s life, but when her boyfriend’s, Bucky, past comes after her nothing will ever be the same.

A/N: I’m really sorry it took so long to update.

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“We have hostiles on the roof,” Natasha yelled taking out the guard on the first floor.

“On it,” Tony called taking flight and landing on the roof to take out the two snipers.

“Does anybody have eyes on the target,” Steve called out tossing his shield at the approaching Hydra agents.

“West building, fourth floor,” Sam called out reading the information he had gathered from Red Wing.

There were explosions everywhere as I tried to find an exit to the crumbling building. I was on the top floor and knew that going down would only mean suicide as the people Hydra called the Avengers took the entire first floor.

After the success of my first mission Ward had sent me on several more which led me to be here. I was given a team to take over a SHEILD base, and up to this point everything had been successful.

We had taken over the base in record time when trouble showed up.

“Shit,” I muttered when a grenade flew in through the window. In an instant my hands were up and a trail of frost left my fingertips before engulfing the grenade as it began to release gas.

There were loud footsteps on the roof above me and I pulled on my white mask that covered the top part of my face as the door to the stairwell was yanked open.

“Got you,” Iron man said lifting up his hands and aiming his repulsors at me. From the files I read I knew his power source came from the arc reactor glowing in his chest, which now became my new target. I reached behind me and pulled out my gun and pointed it at him with my right hand while my left palm was facing him, a small swirl of frost forming.

A blast of energy was shot at me and I was quick on my feet dodging it. I pulled the trigger on the gun aiming for the glowing circle on his chest.

He took flight and came at me. I was knocked off my feet and slammed on to the floor. The gun was out of my reach and he was holding my arms down with a tight grip on my wrists.

“Say uncle,” Iron Man said holding me down.

I took in a breath of air and released it sending him flying backward and against the wall behind him. As he was getting on his feet I lifted both hands and sent a blast at the arc reactor killing it.

I took off running for the stairs and went up to the roof.

“Stop,” a voice came from above. I looked up to see a man with wings fly down and land in front of me.

Before he could say more I lunged at him, one hand in a fist and the other forming a chunk of ice. We tumbled to the ground and one I managed the upper hand I pressed my palm to the pack where his wings were attached to and froze it before freezing his hands and feet together.

I made my way to the edge of the building and looked down before throwing myself over. My hands shot out creating a hill of snow for me to slide down on. When my feet hit the grass I saw a man with a large circular shield coming toward me.

I sent a wave of ice shards at Captain America, which he quickly blocked with his shield. As be blocked them I blew toward his feet creating a thick layer of ice causing him to slip.

There was more coming at me. Coming from within the building a red head and a blond came running while a woman in red looked over from a third floor window.

“You have nowhere to run,” a deep voice said behind me.

I tuned around to find a man slowly approach me. Like the rest of the team I knew who this man was from the files I read.

“I not going to let my only chance at getting Ward get away,” the Winter Soldier frowned. “You are the only hope I have at finding (Y/N).”

That name.

It sounded familiar. The way his deep voice whispered it sparked something that made me feel as if that name should mean something thing to me, but it didn’t.

“Well then keep hopping Sargent,” I smirked sending my hands up in the air and in seconds there was a blizzard covering the entire area.

The soldier in front of me was sent back flying off his feet from the strong winds as well as everyone else. Using the cover of the blizzard I ran.


“Again,” Ward yelled holding up his fists.

I swung at him with my left hand and he blocked it. With my right I sent a jab to his side causing him to wince from the sharp pain. I quickly swiped my leg out and tripped him backward. He was fast and in an instant managed to knock my down as well and pinning me to the mat.

“You’re holding back,” he growled. “Just like you held back on the Avengers.”

“I didn’t hold back on them,” I yell flipping us over and I pressed my forearm to his throat.

“Then why aren’t they all dead,” he looked up at me no longer fighting.

I released my hold on him and sat down on the mat beside him. “There were too many of them,” I sighed. “I didn’t know how to take them all at once.”

“Yes you do,” Ward sighed sitting up. “You have been studying them non-stop,” he takes my hands in both of his and traces circles on the backs of my hands with his thumbs. “You know everything you need to for you to take them out.”

I look up at him, but don’t say anything.

“Why did you hold back?”

“They were looking for you,” I tell him.

“I already knew that.”

“No, I mean they wanted to use me to get to you,” I tell him. “One of them, the Winter Soldier, he said I was the only hope he had to find someone.”

Ward’s hands stopped as his expression turned dark. “Did they say who?”

“He said a name,” I whispered. “(Y/N).”

Ward didn’t say anything.

“Who is she? (Y/N)? And why do they want her?”

“They a fighting a lost cause,” Ward finally spoke. One of his hands dropped mine and moved to softly stroke my cheek. “There is no (Y/N). Not anymore.”


“Has he said anything,” Sam stood on the doorway to Steve’s office.

“No,” Steve sighed. “Something happened out there, with the inhuman, and I don’t know what.”

“You mean other than we all got our asses handed to us,” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Right before she created the blizzard she said something to him,” Steve told Sam.

“Do you know what?”

“No.”

“Then just a suggestion, but if you want to know what has him like this them maybe you should ask.”

Steve frowned at Sam before pushing himself off his chair and walking to the roof where he knew Bucky would be.

Bucky was sitting on the edge of the building with his legs dangling over the ledge.

“Want to talk about it,” Steve asked taking a seat.

“I don’t even know what to talk about,” Bucky sighed.

“How about what she said, the inhuman.”

“It wasn’t entirely what she said,” Bucky turned to look at Steve. “It was her voice.”

Steve didn’t say anything as he waited for Bucky to explain.

“It was (Y/N)’s voice,” Bucky breathed.

“Buck,” Steve began.

“I know it sounds crazy,” Bucky stopped him. “But I know what I heard. It was her voice.”

“Bucky I understand, but you know that Hydra has some of the same technology as SHIELD. They can make anyone look and sound like a different person.”

“But what if it was her,” Bucky sounded broken. Even in the dim night sky Steve could see that his friend had been going over every detail from the fight since they had gotten back.

Steve remembered when he had found Bucky. It had taken time, but he was slowly getting his best friend back. When Bucky met (Y/N) everything changed for the better. Steve could see it in the little thinks Bucky would do, but the more time Bucky spent with (Y/N) the more like his old, pre-Winter Soldier, self Bucky was.

“I want it to be her, just as much as don’t,” Bucky confessed. “I want it to be her because that would mean she is alive. At the same time I couldn’t live with myself if it was her. What ever Hydra did to her to turn her into this, it would be my fault. I remember all of it Steve. The torcher, the pain, everything, and just imagining (Y/N) being put through it all, it kills me.”

“We’ll find her,” was all Steve could say. “I promise.”

Warped Reality (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: Can you do a Bucky Barnes oneshot where you’re a mutant with the power of reality warping and on the run from Hydra after Bucky saves you from Hydra agents you go join him while trying to learn how to control your powers and help him recover his memories slowly falling in love with each other if you don’t mind please

He was coming for you. The Winter Soldier.  The skin on your hands was torn and bleeding, bruises were already beginning to take on their darkened hue before your eyes.  The dirt covering your face hid the expression of fear you were wearing, and your breaths were ragged after running for miles without reprieve.  

And this was how you would end.

You had run for cover in an abandoned building, but the HYDRA agents you were trying to outrun had seen you. When the bricks and wood fell around you after the blast, you knew you were finished.  You were trapped.  You had become disoriented in the chase and cutoff from your ride to escape, with your only shred of hope now being that your rescuer might be looking and could maybe still save you.

You could try to use your powers of reality warping to help, but it would only be to fool them long enough to escape.  Any attempt at using your skills would end terribly; the memory of the people you loved abandoning you long ago out of fear that you would harm them again was now attacking your mind.  The only power you felt safe using was mentifery; using the thoughts, memories and imaginations of the other person to manipulate the reality around them, meant to disorient them, but there were too many here to be able to control it that specifically.  

His footsteps were getting louder; you could hear him above you, no doubt listening for the sound of your breathing under the rubble.        

He never failed, you had heard.  If you were his target, you were dead; no one had yet to live to tell of their experiences first-hand, and you knew you were next.    

“Give me your hand.”

His voice was deep and unnerving, sending a shiver down your spine at its intimidating tone.  You looked up and saw his metal hand shoved through the splintered beams that lay around and over you, but you couldn’t see his face.  

“Why?  So you can kill me more easily?  Just do it, and be efficient at least.”

“I’m not here to kill you.”

“Then why are you here? You might have noticed, I’m running from your bosses.”

“So am I,” he said, pushing his hand further towards you, almost desperately.  “We need to move.”

~~~

“Why are you running?” the soldier asked, pulling you behind a large tree with him, making quite the display of his sharp-shooting skills on the agents who pursued you.  “Get a better offer?”

“Why are you running?  HYDRA has made quite the reputation for you.  You’re famous.  Seems a little ungrateful to me.”

You immediately realized that you had made an enormous mistake.  He spun and grabbed your arms, lifting you in the air and slamming your body against the tree, knocking the breath from your chest with a loud cough. “Ungrateful?  You don’t know the first thing about what they made me into.  If you want to talk about ungrateful, consider yourself for a minute before you speak again.”

The force of his action fed your instinct to protect yourself, and as much as you tried to stop, you pushed your way into his mind to find any memory strong enough to distract him so he would release you.  The environment began to shift and alter to match what you saw, becoming dark and ominous with the sounds of men yelling, explosions and gunfire surrounding you.  

His hands immediately released, dropping you several feet to the ground with such force that you could barely stay upright.  The soldier spun around with wide eyes, his senses attacked by what he saw in front of him and within his own mind.  You could see his hands begin to shake as he wrung them together, and you tried to stop the imagery but it was too far gone to pull back.

“I bet you’re rethinking following this dumb kid into a fight now, aren’t ya?”

“I’ll admit, the bullies have gotten bigger, that’s for sure.”

The soldier took slow and cautious steps towards the two men he was seeing, recognizing one of them as a younger version of himself.  “What is this?” he whispered, kneeling in front of the images of a past that he wasn’t allowed to remember.  

“I’m trying to stop it,” you said, your eyes closed tightly, trying to remove yourself from his memories. “I have a hard time controlling it…”

“Buck, if we don’t make it out of this one, you need to know…”

“Shut your trap, Rogers.  This ain’t the end of the line yet.”

“I’m serious.”

Now he turned back towards you, his face angrier than it was only moments ago, though you thought it not even possible.  “I said, what is this?”  When you didn’t answer fast enough, he turned back towards the two men and his expression softened at a feeling of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place.

“Okay, so what is it, Steve?  Is this some grand declaration of love?”

“Well…yeah.”

Finally feeling a small sense of control, you were able to dissolve the imagery you had built around him, falling to your knees as your energy drained from the effort.  You watched until the very last detail was gone before closing your eyes to avoid his gaze.  “I’m sorry.  It was a reaction.  I didn’t mean for that to happen,” you said quietly.

He spun to watch as his own memories faded away, not unlike they had within his own mind.  He was frustrated at their loss again, but also took on a sad tone to his voice.  “I’ve seen him before.  That man. And now again…”

With an exhausted sigh you sat back against the tree you had been pinned against only moments ago, with your eyes still closed, trying to focus on anything other than the pain that was growing in your head.  “Your name is Bucky Barnes.”

He gave a final look around the area, being certain that you were no longer pursued by any more HYDRA agents; when he was satisfied, he sat next to you.  “I think so, yeah.  I’ve heard it a few times…from that man in the memory.”  When you leaned forward to hold your head in your hands, he became concerned and put his hand on your arm to support you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I just need a minute.”

“So,” he said, “you seem to know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“(Y/N),” you smiled gently, finally opening your eyes to look at him.  “I really am sorry.”

Bucky shrugged, doing his best to look unaffected, “Eh, don’t worry about it.  I’ll be alright.”  He lifted his arm slightly to casually nudge yours with his elbow, “so, what else can you do?  Laser eyes? Super strength?  Hey, can you fly?”

“I wish,” you laughed, “it sure would’ve made getting out of here a lot easier.”  You stood and brushed the dirt and broken leaves from your clothes, looking around for any sign of danger, feeling like something was coming.  “I don’t think we should stay here, Bucky.”  

“Then we won’t,” he said firmly, standing next to you and grabbing your hand, “I’ll be damned if I let them catch us now.”

“Oh, so we’re an ‘us’ now?” you smirked.  He returned your smile with his own, and it completely changed his appearance.  The Winter Soldier that you had feared, the man that you were convinced was sent to kill you, was no longer there.  “Okay, I’ve got a ride waiting for me here somewhere…which way back to base?”

“It’s about six hundred yards east.”

“Specific, thanks,” you laughed, squeezing his hand and pulling him back into the danger that you had just fled.

~~~

“He’s here, trust me!”

“I haven’t known you long enough to trust you!”

“Says the top-secret assassin!”

“Point taken!”

Bucky had spent nearly all of his ammunition covering the two of you as you made your way back, hoping that your escape would actually be there and that you weren’t just running towards your own demise.

“(Y/N), we should fall back!” he yelled over the sounds of the ambush that was nearly upon you.

He has to be here, you thought to yourself, finally calling out to your partner when you spotted the jet just a few hundred feet away, hidden just out of sight.  “There! Come on!”  

The back of the jet opened as you approached and the engines began to roar as they prepared for a fast takeoff.  The two of you sprinted in, quickly shutting the door behind you, panting and pausing to catch your breath.

“We good?” the pilot called out, glancing back at you.

“We’re good.  Thanks for finally showing up,” you huffed. “Here, sit and strap in,” you told Bucky, pointing to the row of chairs next to you.  “I’ll be right back.”

He sat quietly, carefully securing himself into the chair, looking around at the jet and hoping that he had made the right decision to join you.  There were only two of you, and he knew that if it came down to it, he could easily overtake you both.  He could fly any aircraft, so a complete disappearance would be simple.  

It bothered him to think that way, and how natural it was for his mind to go there; to killing.  He didn’t want that to be his life anymore, he didn’t want anything to do with the life he was running from.  He decided to take the chance that you were trustworthy and see what played out.

“Bucky, I think you should meet our pilot, Steve Rogers.”

You stepped to the side, allowing Bucky a full view of Steve, who was looking back with a complex mix of sorrow, anxiety and joy on his face.  “Buck?  Do you remember me?”

He looked at Steve, then back to you, unsure of how he should answer.  He remembered the man’s face from the few times he had seen him, but he didn’t know the person himself.  “I don’t know,” he said quietly.

You put a reassuring hand on Steve’s arm for a moment before sitting next to Bucky, looking him in the eye so he would see that you were committed to helping him.  When Steve promised to help you flee HYDRA, you promised to help him retrieve his friend, and you never broke a promise.

“You will.”

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