One neat thing I noticed while rewatching is that some of the paladins’ introductions in episode 1 coincide with their elements! Like:

The Yellow Lion’s element is Earth, and the first thing Hunk ever does onscreen is complain about being in the air and then work with metal. The fear of heights / motion sickness makes sense considering his affinity is with the ground, as does his talent for mechanics.

The first time we see Pidge, she’s working a communications unit. The Green Lion’s thing is Forests, and a big aspect of that is the idea of roots and connection with other living things (”we are all made up of the same cosmic dust”) and the first thing she does on screen is literally connect with others.

Red’s element is fire, and Keith’s introduction is literally him blowing something up and then punching some guys. Which. Speaks for itself honestly.

Weirdly, Shiro and Lance don’t seem to follow this trend. The first thing we see Shiro do is help Matt extract ice from Kerberos, and the first thing we see Lance do is fly the simulator, and neither introduction seems to be related to their given elements of air and water/ice respectively– in fact I’d say they seem swapped. I dunno if that means something, and maybe this observation is meaningless lmao, but it seems to hold up with the other three, which is interesting.

The Thing That Kept Him Safe

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers

Warnings: TWS Bucky, Violence, blood

Summary: No one knew how they used to control The Winter Soldier back in the day but Steve thinks he has finally found it.

Word Count: 2613

A/N: I missed writing so I finished this and I hope it’s alrightttt! Thank you for being patient as fuck while I’m on my hiatus and HOLY FUCK THANK YOU FOR 700+ READERS!!!!!! Thank you so much to @stevette60​ for requesting this awesome fic!

Originally posted by rohgers

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Bucky’s medicine

(A/N): I loved this request so fucking much, I can only hope I did it justice

Request:Can you do one where the reader is Bucky’s own personal medicine and the only one that can calm him down. And HYDRA used her to keep him in line. And she is small and fragile but when Bucky is taken to the Stark Tower he wants her so the team has to go get her from the HYRDA base. And she doesn’t talk much and gets scared and only trust Bucky and he is protective over her.

Warnings: A bit of angst I guess? swearing, the usual

Tags: @mcuimxgine

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

   “Bring (Y/N) in,” Pierce muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the winter soldier had nearly taken down every guard within the near vicinity of him, all the others were cowering in the corners until he calmed down, which seemed to be fruitless considering he’d been rampaging for a good ten minutes now. 

   (Y/N) was the only thing that could calm the winter soldier down, turning him into a rage machine into a sweet, broken man in under two seconds. Hydra had realized that the winter soldier was going to need an anchor after everything he went through, even after all the brainwashing he was still unstable when mad and Hydra needed a backup plan for situations like this, when the winter soldier was inconsolable or uncontrollable. 

   (Y/N) had been taken from the streets of Brooklyn back in the 40′s, they too being frozen for long periods of time, only coming out when they were needed. They were starved, beaten, and used at Hydra’s pleasure and of course to calm Hydra’s own machine when needed. 

   (Y/N) was small and frail, underfed, and all together weaker than any other person on any Hydra base across the world but they’d been hardwired into the winter soldier’s brain as a comfort, something that would console him even at his most inconsolable times. A time like now, when the soldier was angry and in pain, murdering anyone that came within five feet of his clenched fists. 

   Not even a moment after Pierce’s orders two guards returned, their hands gripping painfully tight around (Y/N)’s already frail and small arms. However, they were so out of it from the Cyrofreeze that Pierce doubted they could even comprehend what was going on, the soldier on the other hand had just enough clarity to perk up at the sight of (Y/N) through the bars surrounding his cage. 

   “Throw ‘em in,” Pierce muttered quietly, turning away from the scene as the two guards did exactly that, throwing (Y/N) into the soldier’s quarters, not even caring when they landed sprawled out on the floor, groaning in pain. Guess they were coming to their senses.

   “(Y/N),” Is all the winter soldier murmured as he dropped to the floor, immediately helping (Y/N) up into a sitting position. He stared at their face earnestly, studying the dark lines under their eyes, the way their skin seemed to be stretched over their bones, giving them a rather skeleton like appearance. 

   “Hey Winter,” (Y/N) was never told the soldier’s real name for the fear that it would jog his memory causing him to panic even more, all (Y/N) was provided with was his code name The Winter soldier and to make it slightly less intimidating (Y/N) had merely shortened it down to Winter, an almost fond form to the fear inducing name. 

   “What did they do to you?” He asks softly, his tone much softer than it’d ever been before. He steals a glance upwards, seeing the way his trainers stared at him, their eyes full of disgust as though he were some animal. 

    “Nothin’ I don’t deserve,” (Y/N) gave him a small smile, albeit laced with exhaustion. The soldier looked back down to (Y/N), studying their very prominent chin and cheekbones. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that (Y/N) was starving, a thought that did break the soldier’s heart. 

   The winter soldier didn’t care for much in this world, he was just a machine, operating as his owners so pleased. He wasn’t allowed to care for anything, it got in the way of his job and that was absolutely against Hydra’s rules but they did allow him one simple pleasure in his god awful life- (Y/N). 

   For as long as he could remember, which wasn’t very long given he had a very terrible memory, (Y/N) had always been there for him, they were there after every mission, taking his beaten and most likely bloodied hands and staring up at him with the utmost fondness in their eyes, on that had diminished even now, even when they were starving to death. They weren’t scared of him, they didn’t want him to be some machine, they were simply there for whenever the soldier needed them and that’s more than he could ever ask for in this awful lifestyle. 

    “You’re hungry,” He states softly, one hand traveling down (Y/N)’s body to rest on their rather bony hips. Last time he’d held them there was most definitely more fat clinging to their body, now there was hardly any fat or muscle there, they were literally skin and bone. 

   “I don’t ask for what I won’t receive,” (Y/N) merely states, shivering against the chill of rather freezing Hydra base. It didn’t help that (Y/N) was severely underweight and their base was underground, only making them that much colder. Without a word the soldier pulls (Y/N) into a hug, keeping their frail and small body against his. He could hear some of the guards murmuring about the affection but he payed them no mind, to busy in trying to warm (Y/N) up. 

   “You get five more minutes (Y/N),” Pierce mutters, obviously very displeased with what was happening between the two but if it helped calm the soldier down then so be it. The soldier only holds (Y/N) closer and he’d be damned if he let anyone of those bastards hurt them again. They were too sweet for this, too kind and too pure to be treated this way. 

    Five minutes passed in a flash, the doors to the soldier’s cage opening as the same guards stepped inside, guns at their sides as they reached out to grab at (Y/N)’s forearms, tearing them away from his warm chest. The soldier wanted to cry out, beg for them to let him keep (Y/N) just awhile longer, but both and (Y/N) knew that any protests would result in both of them receiving a severe beating. So instead the soldier had to watch (Y/N) leave, the guards handling them much too roughly for his liking. And with that his cage was locked again and the guards still alive grabbed him and chained him to his chair, preparing to start the brainwashing process all over again. 

    “There had to be some way Hydra kept him in check,” Tony muttered as he pointed to Bucky who at the moment was looking like a kicked puppy. Somehow on the mission Hydra had interfered, someone stating the trigger words and Bucky was falling into the pit of winter soldier all over again. 

   “Tony it was a one time thing, I’m sure it’s not gonna-” 

   “They did,” Bucky’s voice is hoarse, most likely from the tears and hatred bubbling in his throat. Both men turn to look at him with looks of mild shock upon their face, perhaps mixed with a bit of fear for what he was going to say. “Their name was (Y/N),” 

   Bucky had explained who exactly (Y/N) was, what they meant to him, what they did for him…

   “So they were kinda your own personal medicine?” Steve asks meekly, his tone soft and quiet. Bucky nods, staring down at his metal hand, remembering the way (Y/N) had held it so tenderly, even when the metal plates had been stained with blood. 

   “Why don’t we go get them then?” Tony asks blatantly, “It shouldn’t be too hard to track them down now that Shield’s security it tighter, right?” Bucky shakes his head, sighing shakily as he does. 

   “They were only kept around to keep me in check, with me no longer there I bet they were killed ages ago,” Both Steve and Tony share a look, a sad sympathetic look for their friend. 

   “Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least try to find them,” Steve suggests softly, giving Bucky a small albeit hopeful smile. 

   “I can start running logistics now,” Tony smiles, already pulling up some technically little piece of equipment, quickly typing in some search or something like that. 

   “You guys-” Bucky begins, only to have Steve cut him off a moment later. 

   “We’re finding them for you Bucky, whether they’re dead or alive it doesn’t matter to us,” Bucky can’t help the small smile the overtakes his features at Steve’s words, his lips curling upwards in the sweetest way. Now god help them that they really could find (Y/N), and alive too.

   “So the sub levels is where the freezing chambers are?” Steve asks as he straps on his helmet, staring at Bucky earnestly. Bucky nods as he reaches for his preferred gun, shifting it around in his hands before placing it at his side. 

   “Yeah, most likely one of the very last halls, it’s most likely really old, run down, dirty,” Steve nods as he grabs his shield, locking it onto his back. 

   “I promise Buck,” Steve clasps his shoulder gently. “We’re gonna get ‘em back,” Bucky smiles, trying to hide how nervous he really was. He didn’t know if he could stomach the thought of (Y/N) being dead, after all they went through he simply couldn’t stand the thought. 

   “Yeah,” He sighs, nodding, “I hope,” 

    Bucky charged down the halls, completely avoiding the bullets reigning from every Hydra agents gun in the near vicinity, some far place down the hall he could hear some man screaming his words after him but he wasn’t going to let them affect him, not now at least, not when he was so close to where (Y/N) once used to be. He ran faster than his legs could have ever carried him, leading him to smack right into a wall as he turns a corner. 

   There it was, a bold steel door in front of him, just begging to be opened. Without skipping a beat he ripped the door open, his eyes already scanning the room for some Cyrofreeze machine. What his eyes landed on was a tall, cylindrical container, much like his own, with many wires attached to it. Since every other winter soldier was dead there was only a few possibilities here; one, Hydra created another serum to perfect another soldier, it was a trap, or it was (Y/N). Without a second of hesitation Bucky punched the glass of the container, listening to the somewhat satisfying hiss of air that followed. 

   “Oh god,” He muttered as he tore at the glass, only stopping when an all too familiar face was revealed, the air around them having finally dissipated. They were much more sickly looking than the last time he saw them which was saying something considering just how sick (Y/N) had looked the last time he saw them. They had almost no muscle to their face, their entire frame just skin and bone, quite literally now. 

   After gawking at (Y/N) for a bit he reached for their air mask, ripping it from their face rather quickly. Then he got to town on all the other wires and tubes hanging from their body. 

   “Bucky!” Steve called from somewhere down the hall, his tone rather frantic as he did. 

   “Shit,” Bucky muttered, attempting to hurry up his process of ripping things away from (Y/N). 

  “Bucky, come on buddy we gotta get outta-” But Steve’s voice stops at the doorway, his eyes taking in (Y/N)’s form as they slump against Bucky after having finally been relieved of all their wires and tubes. 

   “I know,” Bucky murmured, quickly hoisting them up as though they weighed nothing and in a way they did. They literally weighed nothing in his arms, they were so frail and small that he was scared of breaking them but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else care for them. “Hydra’s starved them since the day they got here, I’m lucky they survived this long,” Steve nods, only staring for a moment or two before he slips back into his Captain persona. 

   “Bucky Hydra’s all over the place, we gotta get out of here and quick,” Bucky nods, holding (Y/N) to his body in an all too protective manner. 

   “Got it,” 

    Bucky remained by (Y/N)’s side the entire flight back, refusing to even budge when Sam said he needed help stitching up his back. There was no way he was letting (Y/N) wake up to an unfamiliar place, without one familiar face around. 

   “Buck-” Steve sighed as he slumped on the floor of the quinjet, exhausted from the day’s impromptu mission. “You need sleep, I’m sure (Y/N) will be just fine if you’re asleep and-” 

   “No,” Bucky growled, holding (Y/N) to his chest a bit tighter. ‘I’m not going to sleep until they wake up and eat,” 

   “But Bucky-” 

   “Don’t try to argue Steve,” Bucky glares at him, trying to tell his friend to back off in a somewhat nice manner. Steve sighed, shrugging his shoulders lightly. 

   “Fine, I can’t make you do anything, but don’t come crying to me when you’re exhausted from lack of sleep,” Bucky gave Steve one last glare before directing his attention back to (Y/N), whose sickly body was still trying to shake off the Cyrofreeze. Bucky could only hope that the damage done to their body wasn’t permanent…

    Bucky waited hours for (Y/N) to wake up but as dawn was nearing and they haven’t as so much stirred he began to grow concerned. 

  “Fuck,” He all but whimpered as he shifted in his spot once again, his ass nearly numb from sitting so long. “God (Y/N), please wake up,” Beside him Steve and Sam slept soundly, the steady rise and fall of their chests only soothing Bucky’s nerves somewhat. 

   “Winter?” The voice was so broken and so quiet Bucky wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t on such high alert. With wide eyes and parted lips he redirected his attention back to the body settled against him. “Winter is that you?” 

   “Oh my god,” Bucky sighed in relief, burying his nose in (Y/N)’s still freezing hair. “Oh my god (Y/N), you’re alive,” 

   “Where are-” (Y/N) licked their lips slowly, the movement slow and methodical. Bucky couldn’t help but notice just how dry (Y/N)’s lips and tongue were, guess they had been deprived of water too. “Where are we?” 

   “We got out,” Bucky nearly squeaks, his emotions getting the better of him. “I got us out of there (Y/N),” Despite (Y/N)’s very prominent exhaustion they smile, their lips curling upwards slowly and lazily. 

   “We’re free?” 

   “We’re free.” Bucky states, nodding against (Y/N). 

   “Do you- do you have any water?” (Y/N) asks meekly, as though they were scared of asking. Immediately Bucky nods, having prepared for this moment, He reached with one hand to grab the water bottle behind him, quickly popping the top off and guiding it to (Y/N)’s lips. 

   “Tell me when to stop,” Bucky whispered, slowly pouring bits of water into (Y/N)’s mouth. For having been starved and dehydrated for years they were taking the water well, downing at least half a bottle before raising their weak hand to Bucky’s, grasping it to tell him to stop. “I’ve got some food for you too,” He adds, his voice in softer now than it was before. “Think you can eat?” (Y/N) nods their head, some form of noise falling from their lips. 

   Bucky smiles gently as he grabs the protein bar Sam had packed, surely he wouldn’t mind if he shared with (Y/N)? Even if he did care Bucky didn’t and (Y/N) desperately needed food. They ate at least half of that before they stopped, telling Bucky that their stomach hurt and for good reason too. Decades without food had to do something to (Y/N)’s stomach, probably shrink it a good few sizes and Bucky was amazed that (Y/N) was able to eat and drink that much. 

   “Who’s that?” (Y/N)’s voice sounds scared as they point to Steve on the left side of his body. 

   “That’s Steve Rogers, he’s an old friend of mine,” 

   “What about him?” (Y/N) points to Sam on his right, their finger trembling softly. 

   “That’s Sam, he’s a friend too,” 

   “Can I trust them?” 

   “With your life,” Bucky nods, reaching out to hold (Y/N)’s shaking hand. To this day Bucky couldn’t believe the way (Y/N)’s hand felt in his, absolutely perfect, like two pieces of a puzzle. 

   “Thank you winter,” (Y/N) mutters, closing their eyes as their exhaustion overtakes their small body once again. 

   “My name’s Bucky,” Bucky whispers as he presses a kiss to the top of (Y/N)’s hair, allowing his lips to linger there before he pulled them away. “But you can keep calling me Winter,” 

Don’t mind my 1am headcanons but I absolutely l i vE for Bucky Steve & Sam sharing a house together and just bein do mestic

- They move in and after they finish unpacking Sam and Steve make a box fort out of all the extra boxes and Bucky is just there like “get out of there u literal children”
- platonic cuddl es
- Bucky n Sam having playful banter & Steve is always stuck between them
-They get into a debate one day about which way the toilet paper roll goes
-Steve is using the bathroom and Bucky just b u r s t s inside with no explanation and starts rearranging the toilet roll
-Bucky finds a Power Bottom 69 shirt (u know the one) in Steves closet and asks “What sports team is this?” and Sam just dies
- “it’s gif” “no, it’s jif” “what’s that?”
-it’s hot outside, only one fan in the house, looks like it’s ‘everyone sleeps in Steves bed’ time!
- Steve trying 2 get Bucky to remember stuff about when they were kids and Sam just bursts in like “I remember that!” And Bucky gets all confused and Steve just sighs
- p i l l o w f i g h t s
- Everytime Sam makes a pop culture reference Steve and Bucky just look at each other, puzzled
- Sam has to explain the meaning of “Netflix and Chill” to them after Steve gets all protective thinking it was cyrofreeze joke
- Bucky and Steve being literally 100 and having no idea how smartphones work
- Sometimes Sam will walk into Steve and Bucky asleep cuddled on the couch and instead of leaving them alone he’ll literally climb on top of them
- di d I mention p I L L O W F IG HTS
- Steven invites Sharon over one day and she starts flirting with him and Sam and Bucky say “back off he’s mine” in unison
- Bucky leaves empty plum bags and pages out of his note book all over the place and Sam and Steve pick up after him and organize his stuff bc Protective Friendship™
- Sometimes Steve will wake up early to Sam and Bucky reenacting chopped while making breakfast but he doesn’t say anything even though their judge impressions are hilarious
- Bucky brings home a puppy one day with no explanation
- Steve getting out of household work with the excuse “But I’m Captain America!”
-Sho p p in g tog ether
- Bucky finds a Donald trump campaign sign outside their house and shows Steve and they laugh bc puns while Sam tries not to ruin it for them
-but like, half their conversations are just terrible puns
- fighting over whose hair products are whose

I could go on forever but I will spare ur dash but feel free to add on morE


(A/N): based on the story prompt; what if everyone in the world had to wear a label, what would it say?

Warnings: angst but fluff other than that

Originally posted by hoechlins

   Bucky knew that he’d never be the same after hydra, he knew he was never going to find companionship or love or anything, not with the words ‘broken, unstable, dark’ written across his arm for everyone to see.

    It was a natural occurrence in this world, to have a few letters printed on your arm. They would just appear at random and stay for however long they wanted and Bucky’s harsh words had decided to stay awhile. As soon as he had woken up from cyrofreeze the first time he had noticed the bold black lettering on his arm.

    “Broken, unstable, dark," 

   At first he had thought maybe it was just some cruel hydra thing but as he went out into the world for mission and such he found that everyone had them. Most people had more light hearted ones like "brave” or “caring”. Then there were those with long messages tattooed along their arms like, “I’m the Einstein of this generation,” (like Tony’s) or the more morbid ones like Bruce’s, “I’ve got a secret buried deep inside,” 

  And then there was Bucky with his stupid three words, those few dark words. He supposed maybe that’s what scared people off was the choice of words he had tattooed on his arm, after all who wanted to befriend someone that was broken, unstable, and dark?  So for years Bucky had lead a lonely life, no companionship save it be for Steve and the Avengers, after all no wanted a broken and unstable person in their life. 

   Most times Bucky would often try to hide his marked arm but somehow, it felt as though everyone could see right through his jackets or shirt, like even though he was covered they could see the stupid words printed on his arm. Due to this most people tended to ignore Bucky, leaving the man to bathe in his self-loathing. 

   It was almost a way of life, this constant rejectment Bucky went through and he had accepted it, accepted being alone, it was his way of life but quite suddenly his way changed, perhaps even for the better. 

   Bucky had been sitting in the corner of this coffee shop for quite a bit, just staring out at the passerby’s as the walked by, unaware of the lonely man sitting on the other side of the glass. Bucky sighed softly as he took a swig from his coffee cup, instead looking down to the steaming opening. It was then it happened, and quite unexpectedly too. 

   A sudden screech of a chair is what caused Bucky to look up, his eyes gaze automatically connecting with this- this actual person who was sitting down beside him. They give him a warm smile, their eyes twinkling softly as they do so. Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion at this, surely this person must have made a mistake, maybe they thought he was someone else? 

  “Um…” Bucky gives the person a nervous smile. “I think you may have the wrong table…” The person merely shakes their head, smiling a bit wider. 

   “Nah, I saw you from the other side of room and I couldn’t help but come talk to you. I mean- If you’re okay with that because I totally underst-” 

  “No!” Bucky nearly cries out, desperate to finally have someone to talk to other than Steve and Sam. Bucky clears his throat a bit as his face turns beat red. “I mean, It’s totally okay if you sit here,” The person gives him another one of those heartstopping smiles before they’re leaning back into their seat, seemingly scrutinizing Bucky. 

   “My name’s (Y/N) by the way,” (Y/N) leans forward, grabbing their cup and taking a small sip from it. 

   “I’m Bucky,” Bucky offers them a warm smile all the while wishing this brief moment of pure happiness would never end. For the first time in years someone was talking to him, and it wasn’t just Steve or Sam or Nat, this was a totally legitimate person that had chosen, of their own free will, to talk to him. 

   “I uh-” (Y/N) goes to awkwardly scratch at the back of their neck. “I couldn’t help but notice your label,” (Y/N) pointed to the black lettering on his arm. Bucky bit his lip as he looked down to the words, his heart clenching as he did so. 

   Broken, unstable, dark

   “Yeah,” Bucky sighs softly,his metal fingers reaching out to trace along the lettering. “I hate it,” 

   “Really?” (Y/N) stares at the lettering for a bit, an almost contemplative look in their eyes. Bucky looks back up to them with the best bitch face he’s ever given if he does say so himself. 

   “Yeah, really, who wants a Broken, unstable, dark guy hanging around them?” (Y/N) merely smiles as they roll up their sleeve, their own black lettering starting to make an appearance. Bucky stared at the lettering in shock, his fingers already reaching out to graze over the words. 

   Broken, unstable, dark

   It was the same exact label as his, in the same spot and everything. 

   “What does-” 

   “I know what it’s like,” (Y/N) suddenly interrupts. “To have the world judge you for a few words printed on your arm, I know what it’s like to feel so alone and hopeless,” Bucky slowly looks back up to (Y/N) their gazes automatically connecting. There’s such raw emotion in (Y/N)’s eyes, such pain and loneliness that Bucky can’t help but rise from his seat, quickly enveloping (Y/N) in a bone crushing hug. Neither of them moved for a bit, just holding each other like their lives depended upon it. It didn’t feel strange at all, to be standing in a complete stranger’s embrace, in fact it felt almost…natural. 

  The small cafe is enveloped in a cold silence, but the two had each other’s embrace to keep them warm. Finally Bucky breaks the silence, whispering a few words directly into (Y/N)’s ear. 

   “We don’t have to be alone anymore,” 

    Overtime Bucky’s label began to shift and change, turning from those few dark words into something a few tones less dark. 

   I’m not so broken anymore

   And overtime (Y/N)’s began to change too, shifting into the same exact words as Bucky’s. Neither of them thought it was strange, after all they lived in a world where people had labels etched into their arms, so it was no shock that their’s matched. 

   “Whadda think it means?” (Y/N) asked sleepily one day as they slowly traced over the lettering on Bucky’s arm. Bucky followed suite, tracing the black words inked into (Y/N)’s skin. 

   “I don’t really know,” Bucky replied softly, “Maybe-” Bucky wet his lips, daring to speak the words he was just about to, “Maybe it means we’ve fixed each other, that’s why we’re not so broken anymore,” (Y/N) smiles contently as they allow their fingers to slip off of Bucky’s arm, instead gliding down to his hand, intertwining their fingers with his. 

   “I think so too,” 


Sputnik – Part Three

So this is the third part of my Bucky x reader fanfic! This one is based on the song Ophelia by the Lumineers. Enjoy!

P.S. i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive lately (cause it’s the first week of coming back to school again) so I’ll try to complete most of the requests over the weekend :)

(Let me know if you wanna be tagged in future parts) (( @hymnofthevalkyries @potterhead7656 @starstar1012 @redstarstan ))

Part One – Hysteria
Part Two – I’ll fight


Ah, ah, when I was younger

Bucky, who had been asleep in his seat, had woken up groggily. The ride had been quiet since their little argument, and it was a good thing, since (Y/n) needed peace to navigate. When she first got her hands on this copter, she had nowhere in mind where she could go, she just wanted to go away from Wakanda. Then she had a destination in mind, and headed there.

The stealth helicopter was amazingly fast, faster than S.H.I.E.L.D’s quinjet. And the stealth mode was off the hook. Even though she had no permission to enter the United States, nobody confronted them, and thankfully, nobody blew them up with a missile.

That made her wonder how many times unauthorized Wakanda vehicles had entered a country without permission.

I, I should’ve known better

Bucky blinked awake and looked sideways at (Y/n). Though she seemed to have taken no notice, she knew he was awake, stealing glances from the corner of her eye. Bucky sighed and looked out the window. He could see the soft green grass underneath the air vehicle. They were landing.

Where were the landing?

Bucky, who was still slumping in his seat, slightly jumped up, looking alert. “Where are we?” He asked. “Some place safe,” She answered blankly and landed the stealth helicopter. Bucky could see that she was trained with air vehicles. The landing was very smooth; Bucky hadn’t even realized they landed until she turned the engines off.

She slid the door open and jumped on the grass, and Bucky followed her example.

Bucky thought the grass would be soft. He was wrong.

It was sharp, and they felt like soft needles prickling his skin. If he was in his full suit, he wouldn’t have felt it. But he was still dressed in the white attire he used in the cyrofreezer, the white pants dangling loose off his legs that ran just above his ankles.

And I can’t feel no remorse

“Come on,” urged (Y/n), who had the bag that contained his metal arm over her shoulder turning him the other way around.

There was a small house.

It seemed serene. Nothing he ever had in his life was serene. The war, Hydra, the life he had now? That was anything but serene. It was chaotic, living in constant fear.  

The walk to the house was not long. It took them at least five minutes to get there.

When they reached the doorstep, Bucky saw that the house was painted pearl white, though he could sense the house was old by the creaking noise of the wood he stepped on, age did not change the color. She fiddled with something under her black shirt; it was a necklace, with a key as a pendant. (Y/n) yanked the key off and inserted it in the keyhole.

“Do you always wear that key?” asked Bucky. He said it casually, like he never called her weak.

“For emergencies only,” She muttered coldly under her breath. Bucky felt like she was quoting someone, although he didn’t know who.

And you don’t feel nothing back

She pushed the door open, and it was dark, except for the sunlight streaming from the windows. It was four in the afternoon, and both were still jet-lagged.

(Y/n) was shaking. She was holding back the tears pressuring her eyes, threatening to stream out.

She turned on the lights and Bucky realized it was he childhood home. He could see the pictures lined on the drawers, gathering with thin dust, which gave him the sense that she hadn’t been here in a while, but she frequently visited to check on the house.

I, I got a new girlfriend

Bucky set himself down on a couch just next to the fireplace, finally relieving his back from the hard seat of the helicopter. The couch was white, like most of the things in the house, giving it an odd look of purity.

“Are you going to fix my arm?” asked Bucky. (Y/n) gulped of the two glasses of water she was holding and sat across from him, taking in the heat. She gave Bucky the other glass, and he gladly accepted it. “No,” she answered softly, “I don’t have the technology to do that. That’s why we’re going to see Hank Pym tomorrow.”

“Hank Pym?” Bucky repeated his name inquisitively.

“Scott’s mentor,” (Y/n) explained, “The original ant-man.”

Feels like he’s on top

“We’re taking a car there,” continued (Y/n), “It should just take an hour or two.” Bucky nodded reluctantly before raising his eyebrows. “Where does he live?” he asked.

“San Francisco.”

Bucky nearly choked on his drink, making his shirt wet. “Where are we?” (Y/n) could sense the confusion in his voice. She would’ve been, too, if she was asleep the whole ride.

“Ross, California,” said (Y/n), shrugging. She grinned, unable to hide the fact that she was amused that Bucky was startled. It’s not every day she gets to see the winter soldier panicking, and she had to cherish these rare moments.

Bucky’s eyes widened, but he relaxed into the soft cushions of the couch, too tired to react.

And I don’t feel no remorse

There was a long silence.

(Y/n) was looking down to her glass, and Bucky did not realize he was studying the scar of the cut on her chest, just under her neck. The scar was thin on the ends, thick in the middle. Only vibranium can cut through her skin, thought Bucky, recalling her files that he read, she must’ve cut herself with her chakram, because it was made of the strongest metal in the world.

But she said it was to save him. Why did she hurt herself to save him?

Bucky wanted to ask, but he restrained himself, keeping his thought down. If (Y/n) was not enhanced, the cut would’ve made her bleed to death. But because she had a powerful healing factor, the scar healed, even with no special treatment. But her healing factor was nothing compared to Alex Hayden’s.

And you can’t see past my blindness

“Would you do it again?” asked (Y/n), suddenly. She swallowed as Bucky gave her a slight tilt in the head.

“Do what?”

“The war,” she croaked. Bucky followed her eyes, and it landed not on him, but on the cupboard of picture frames beside him. He did not know which photo she was looking at.

“Why would you ask that?” said Bucky, not wanting to answer her question. It brought back too many memories, good ones that he’ll always remember, bad ones he wishes he could forget.

“Because,” said (Y/n), sighing heavily, “My grandfather was a war veteran. I asked him the same question, and he said, ‘Yes, for you.’”

Oh, Ophelia,
you’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood

I would, if it was for you, too, Bucky wanted to say, but he managed to keep his mouth shut. “Oh,” he said, looking sideways. He could see photos of a young (Y/n) next to an old man with a military uniform, similar to the one Bucky had owned back in the 40s.

“Where is he now?” asked Bucky, and once he did, he regretted it. Her grandfather would probably be dead by now.

“In a nice senior home,” she smiled, and Bucky was relieved, like a ton of weight was lifted off from his shoulders. He had done nothing to offend her.

“Where are your parents?” Bucky asked.

Oh, Ophelia,
heaven help the fool who falls in love

Surely, if her grandfather is still alive, then her parents must’ve been, too.

He was wrong.

“They died,” said (Y/n) calmly, but he could see glimpses of pain under her eyelids, and Bucky felt like the weight was put back on his shoulders, this time twice as much. “Nobody ever knew why. They found their bodies next to Vermillion cliffs when they went to a S.H.I.E.L.D. base somewhere in Arizona. Some people say they jumped off, committed suicide, but I don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry,” said Bucky, feeling guilty that he even ever brought the subject up.

“I was just seven,” she looked down, as if she was trying to hide her face, “They were S.H.I.E.L.D.’s best nuclear scientists, and they were the reason I first got my powers.”

Radiation, Bucky realized, because she was not the first enhanced human he met who got her powers from nuclear radiation.

I, I got a little paycheck

“When they died, I had nobody,” she said. There was a slight strain in her voice, indicating that she was emotional, “none of my uncles or aunts wanted me, because I was not like them.”

Not like them.

What she really believed was that she wasn’t human anymore, isn’t someone who could be normal. She believed that she was someone set apart from society.

“Fury took me in, and trained me,” she explained. Bucky felt a wave of guilt. He remembered the day he attempted to kill Fury. He failed, but that was only because Fury faked his own death. He wondered how much rage she felt when Fury ‘died’.

You got big plans, and you gotta move

She looked at him with teary eyes and said, “I- I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” His expression softened. He wanted to wrap an arm around her and comfort her, he wanted to hold on to her until he knew she was strong enough for him to let go, but instead he said, “You don’t have to.”

Another silence filled the room, and this time it was frustrating.

“Let’s talk about Hayden,” said (Y/n) urgently, like she needed a distraction from their previous topic, “What you knew about him, why he might want my blood,” she offered.

“Hydra hired him,” said Bucky, “To kill somebody on a mission. With me.” Bucky hated talking about his past. The only reason he did was because (Y/n) needed him to, and he did it.

And I don’t feel nothing at all

“We were assigned to kill two scientists. I don’t remember their names,” said Bucky frustratingly as he tried to snatch the names from his mind, but failed. “The point is, he’s dangerous, but I don’t know why he might ever want your blood.”

(Y/n) nodded. She seemed like she had slightly recovered from her grief.

“What were your parents’ name?” asked Bucky suddenly. The words have come out from his mouth without filter. He hadn’t meant to say that, but when he saw the photos beside him, the faces of the two adults besides a young (Y/n) were much too familiar.

“(F/n) and (M/n) (L/n),” she said, quietly.

Bucky’s heart dropped. No wonder, when he first met (Y/n), her last name had been so familiar.

Because Agent X and The Winter Soldier had murdered her parents.  

And you don’t feel nothing small

Bucky lowered his face to shield himself from her gaze.

“The fire,” he started, “In your room. What was in there that was so important?” asked Bucky. He was finally relieved he could talk about anything else but his Hydra days.

For the first time that day, (Y/n) blushed. “Research,” she said sheepishly, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. Though that was all she said Bucky could see something more to it.

“It’s not just research,” he urged her. He didn’t know if he had the right to, but he did it anyway. “Letters,” she admitted, “For you.”

Had she really cared this much?

Bucky felt his own cheeks redden. “What did you write in them?”

Honey, I love you,
That’s all she wrote

(Y/n) remembered pouring out her feelings into every letter. But now, with him across from her she could only say, “Nothing much, just your progress.”

“Oh,” said Bucky, looking down. Judging from (Y/n)’s expression, he knew that was the truth, just not the complete truth. He decided not to push her.

“You should get some rest,” (Y/n) suggested. She got on her feet and gently pulled Bucky up, guiding him to the stairs. Bucky followed obediently, too tired to ask where they were going.

Oh, Ophelia
You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug

“Take my parent’s room,” said (Y/n), opening the door to a room colored in white, like the rest of the house, except for the navy blue curtains covering the windows. Bucky gulped and stepped in the room that used to belong to her parents before they died.

Before he killed them.

“If you need anything, my room is just down the hall,” she pointed.

Bucky nodded gravely before stepping in the room. He heard (Y/n) close the door. He threw himself on the bed, trying to sleep.

It wasn’t long before he found out that he couldn’t.

Oh, Ophelia
Heaven help the fool who falls in love

Bucky twisted and turned, but he can’t sleep. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees a familiar face:


He would never want to tell her what he’s done, but (Y/n) deserved to know.

But he was not going to tell her any time soon. He wasn’t ready to face (Y/n) that way, to see her face written with anger and rage, to see Tony Stark’s reaction in her. He didn’t know when he was ever going to be ready.

Her voice rang in his head, if you need anything, my room is just right down the hall.

Oh, Ophelia
You’ve been on my mind, girl, like a drug

She looked around her room, lying half-awake in her bed. She was facing sideways, her eyes wandering all over the place.

This room was a memory of her childhood, the only memory in her childhood she ever wanted to remember. She wanted to forget her parents were dead, she wanted to forget she was enhanced.

She can’t.

Because it was already part of her, something she had to live with for the rest of her lives. She was happy she had a new family, The Avengers. When the accords happened and she decided to take a side, Steve’s side, that was when her family was broken for the second time in her life.

She heard the door squeak open, but she didn’t make an effort to move. A single arm closed around her waist as the figure pulled her against him. (Y/n) could feel herself relaxing to his touch, and finally shutting her eyes.

“Goodnight, James,” she mumbled under her breath.

Oh, Ophelia
Heaven help the fool who falls in love