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How Far I’ll Go For You Part One (tws!bucky x reader)

Originally posted by thiddlestoff

Summary: you’re a newbie in the Avengers team, only working with them for a little over a year. You’ve gained a close friendship with Steve Rogers. But due to HYDRA working all over in secret, Steve has you on lockdown at the compound. However, one night out with a close relative of your own, changes your entire life.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: implied rape, mentions of kidnapping, imprisonment

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Your head hurt to ungodly measures as you blinked awake, fighting consciousness along the way. You were sprawled out on cold slab of concrete as you painfully opened your eyes. Your chest felt as though cinder blocks were stacked atop of it, your breathing coming out in sharp pants.

“Ah, you’ve awoken.” A deep voice startled you, an accent you couldn’t recognize. “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up.”

You opened your eyes fully to see a man in a white lab coat sitting on a metal bench chained to the wall, a smirk curling at his lips.

“Where am I?” you asked nimbly as you sat up, coughing, grasping your side as sharp pains threatened to burst through your rib cage. But you had suspicions about where you were and who this man was in front of you. Steve and the team had grilled you about them for months after he had recruited you for the team.

You were sitting in a cell at a H.Y.D.R.A. base in some unknown location at the moment. You were certain of that. And either this man was Alexander Pierce, or Brock Rumlow, you couldn’t be too sure. You’d never seen a picture of them. “Who are you? Where am I?” You repeated as the man hadn’t answered.

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#29: Batfam & Peter Parker x Reader

Thanks @crazyfreckledginger​ for requesting! ❤

Request: If you do crossovers could you do one where Y/N is a the youngest maximoff. With Wanda’s powers and bff with Spiderman and they go to one of Bruce’s Galas with Tony and Pepper (identities are all known). Bruce introduces his sons to Peter and Y/N. When Bruce goes have a convo with Tony and pepper (there is a bit of tension between the men because they have a little competition). The boys keep flirting with the reader, and Peter gets protective because he knows how shy you can become? Ty!!


“Are you nervous, Y/N?” Peter asked you. The two of you were sitting in the visitor’s lounge of Tony’s penthouse at Stark Tower, where he was staying until everything the Avengers needed was transported to the new Avengers facility. You were fixing his tie, which he had somehow managed to tie incorrectly.

“I’m excited, actually,” you told your best friend, giving his tie a final tug. “I’m surprised Tony is letting me come with you.”

“Well, he couldn’t attend a Wayne gala without a date, could he Miss Maximoff?” Tony said as he entered the lounge with Pepper at his side. “And I thought it was important that our two youngest Avengers meet our neighbors in Gotham.”

“Are we really going to meet Batman?” Peter asked.

“Yes, and the rest of the Batfamily,” Pepper said. “We’d better get going. We’re late.”

The four of you left for Wayne Manor in one of Tony’s flashier sports cars. When you got to  the gala and entered the manor, yours and Peter’s jaws dropped in awe. He was a kid from Queens and you were an immigrant from Sokovia, and neither of you had ever thought you would see such a grand ballroom. It was alive with the jewels and riches of the millionaires of the country, serenaded by orchestras and the clinking of champagne glasses. It was beautiful.

“Mr. Stark,” you heard a voice call to Tony, who grinned at the man waking towards him.

“Mr. Wayne,” he said, shaking the man’s hand. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be a party without you. What have you been up to?”

“Well, you know. I saved the world a couple times with the Avengers, fought a civil war, helped Peter get on his feet as a hero. All big stuff. What about you?”

“I’ve been focusing on family as of late, but I have a bigger project that I’ve been working on. I’m in league with a few people who want to make a difference, and we’re coming together quicker than your Avengers did.”

“Well, you know, speed doesn’t necessarily mean quality—“ Pepper promptly elbowed Tony to shut him up, but Bruce didn’t look offended.

You still couldn’t believe it. Bruce Wayne stood there in his full glory. You stood at Peter’s side, the both of you rendered speechless, as he turned to you.

“This must be Peter Parker and Y/N Maximoff,” he said, extending his hand for you both to shake it. “It’s nice to finally meet the both of you. I’ve heard a lot of good things.”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Wayne,” you said, totally awestruck.

“Well, I’m sure the two of you don’t want to be stuck with us adults,” Pepper said. “Maybe they could meet your sons, Bruce.”

“Great idea,” he said, gesturing to four boys a few tables away. “My sons, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, would all be happy to meet you, too.”

“Thanks, Mr. Wayne,” Peter said, and you both headed over to the table where the four boys were seated. 

“Guys, Y/N Maximoff and Peter Parker are headed over here,” Tim said excitedly as he watched you and Peter walk over. 

“Try to keep your celebrity crush under control, Drake,” Damian said. “Remember, she’s a telepath.”

“She’s too old for Tim, anyway,” Dick said. Damian noticed that he and Jason had identical looks of admiration on their faces. 

“You three are pathetic,” Damian said, but he secretly shared in their curiosity. Y/N Maximoff was one of the newest members of the Avengers, the superhero group that always seemed oddly separated from his world, and was someone he had wanted to meet since he first heard her name. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Peter asked you. You were very shy and still readjusting to being around people after your time with H.Y.D.R.A., and he was worried that interacting with these boys would give you anxiety. 

“I’m fine, Peter,” you told him with a reassuring smile. When you got to the table, Dick was the first to stand. 

“Hi, I’m Dick Grayson,” he said with a friendly grin. “You look lovely tonight, Miss Maximoff.”

“You’ve only just met her and you’re already flirting, huh?” Jason asked with a smirk. “Save some of those pickup lines for us.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and Peter awkwardly cleared his throat. 

“Peter Parker!” Tim jumped from his seat to greet Peter. “I’m a huge fan.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re the one who saves your city by swinging on spider silk?” Damian asked, turning his nose up to Peter. 

“That’s me.”

“And you’re the telepath?” he asked, turning his attention to you. “The one from Sokovia?”

“My sister and I are both telepaths, yes,” you said. “And we have telekinetic abilities, as well.”

“There’s a lot to love about you, isn’t there?” Jason asked, winking at you. 

“Okay.” Peter took your elbow. “That’s enough. It’s been nice meeting you, but we have somewhere else to be.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, letting Peter guide you away. “We’ll see you later.” The four boys said their goodbyes as you walked away. 

“Great job, Todd. You scared her off,” Damian snapped. 

“Sounds like you really wanted to talk to her, Damian,” Jason said smugly as he sipped some champagne.

“Shut up.”

Peter and you stood at the other end of the ballroom now, at your own table. He had managed to sneak a couple glasses of champagne for you to drink, and the two of you sipped the golden drink away from the rest of the party. 

“You know, I could have handled them,” you told him. 

“I know you could have,” he said. It was at that moment that Pepper walked over with a tipsy Tony.

“I’m guessing the kiddy table idea didn’t work out?” she asked.

“It could have,” you said. “Dick and Jason were quite flirtatious.”

“You’re not serious, Y/N,” Peter said in disbelief, but your curious gaze was focused on the table where the four boys still sat, and when you saw them shooting glances over to your table as well, you knew that the night was far from over.

Feet

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

Feet


“Can we have a room?”

It was very late, when they dragged their feet into the lobby of some run down motel in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Although they were very thankful they could rest for the remainder of the night.

It was the simplest of missions, just grab some much needed encrypted codes from a H.Y.D.R.A facility that was left behind when it fell. They didn’t even come into contact with any threats. The con…? They were stranded in the middle of no where thanks to Bucky who refuses to stop at any gas station to fill up. He would keep saying the motorcycle had enough to go for days, and yet all it took was twenty minutes until it shutdown completely and almost threw them tumbling with the bike.

“Room B6 floor 2.” The old hag said, her hair gelled back with many wrinkles pulling at her features. “Keep quite.” Her unnecessary comment left the couple gaping at her bold comments. Sure Bucky was very muscly and covering her with his shadow. But they never hinted they were together.

Non the less they grabbed the keys and went to the elevator. Bucky wouldn’t look her way, still pretty ashamed of the whole gas ordeal, especially since she still hasn’t said ‘I told you so,’ or send a jab his way. He was so use to how this would end with Sam, but with (Y/N) damn, she’s so different.

The elevator tugged its was the last inch or so, until it dinged and creaked its doors open with a screech from rusty metal over metal. Walking to the door, they both looked over the green paint chipping off the door.

“Open the door, Doll…” Bucky grumbled, his voice still strained from being wrong, and caused his partner to walk half a night. “I’m here,” He assured, if anything, both of them are pretty sure that the motel was haunted.

She opened the door, and the first thing she saw was the small twin bed placed at the middle of the empty room. It’s not like the room had anything else to offer, not even a couch. Just a bed and a nightstand, which from where she is standing the collected dust was about three layers.

“Dibs on the bed.” He shouldn’t have said it, he should have stayed quite. Because not only was he the cause of their unannounced stay at the motel, but he was also the reason the pair didn’t grab any change of cloths. (Y/N) had asked if she should bring anything to change into, just in case anything happened during the night and she would have wanted to change. Bucky Barnes was just asking for a jab now, he was practically begging her to just slap him across the face and throw him out the apartment.

“Sure,” She was always quite. Never putting up a fight and always played it easy. She was smart and collected, thought ahead and beautiful- “I’ll sleep on the toilet, Right Bucky?”

“We can share the bed…” Bucky offered, pushing the small girl in the room and closing the door behind him. They had some space to at least stand one behind the other, and still have space to stretch.

“Aren’t you suppose to be well mannered, why are you still not offering me the bed to myself?” She turned around and crossed her hands over her chest. Trying to be intimidating.

He scratched the back of his head and slumped his shoulders down. “My body really hurts, Doll…” This was new, where Bucky would complain. This is a new side she was the first to see, Bucky complaining and whining was a new level unlocked.

She just nodded, if anyone needed the rest it would be Bucky. The poor man wouldn’t sleep for more then three hours and then wake up and stay up till his morning run with his bestie. “Sure Bucky…” She released an audible sigh, before walking to go into the bathroom, she might as well check how comfortable that toilet is.

“Doll, we can share the bed, I was just joking.” He walked around the other side of the bed. Stripping his boots, socks and jacket off, hanging them over the rack. His shirt and jeans followed suite, just as he was hanging his shirt the bathroom door opened up, “Ready to sleep?” Bucky asked, turning around to look at his partner.

“I can’t sleep in this…” She pulled her black thick shirt and rubbed her blue jeans.

Bucky looked down at his attire and grabbed his shirt, the girl was pretty short, his shirt would most likely go right above her knees. “Wanna try it on?” Bucky asked, the loose fabric hung over his metal digits.

“Sure,” She grumbled, taking it from his fingers.

“It might smell…” Bucky winced just now remembering the red Henley was on him through the whole day.

“It smells like you,” The girl breathed. He watched her go into the bathroom, just as the door closed he jumped into bed, already regretting his choice of even staying here, the pillow was brown and smelled like Sam’s socks after workout. He tried to pull the covers over his body, but the crusty sheets felt like they had sugar spread over the middle.

“Hey,”

“Don’t even come in,” Bucky’s disgusted voice rang over the walls. “Were leaving.” He stood up dusting his hairy feet and fixed his striped blue boxers.

“W-were leaving?” She asked disbelievingly.

“Come on-”

“Bucky it’s freezing outside, we’re all the way in Moscow.”

Without another word, Bucky put on his cloths and looked over (Y/N), Once his eyes ran over her body, she felt ashamed and went to go change, but his voice stopped her. “Just wear your pants.


“Now this is better….” Bucky grumbled, another three hour walk had gotten them to one of the cities famous hotels. He still couldn’t get a bigger bed, but he was thankful he didn’t feel any sugar sprawled over the covers.

“Come on Bucky, where do I sleep?” The young lady complained while yawning.

“Right here,” Bucky patted the small space between his stomach and his thighs. “You’ll fit just right, sweetheart.”

She didn’t complain, it was four in the morning and she was freezing her ass off, Bucky being a little shit didn’t deter her at the moment.

She sneaked up beside him, her arms instantly going over his bare torso. Her legs wrapped around his middle part and rubbed his shaft with her knee. “Doll, stop,” He held her knee in place, a low hiss escaped from between his chapped lips. She honestly didn’t mean to, she was only trying to get comfortable with as much space as the man was providing her with, but being a super soldier and having the body that can only fit a king size bed was kinda getting in the way of her sleep.

“Lets change positions,” The way he said it sounded sexy, even tho he meant changing the way they slept- nope, both ways it would still sound sexual.

He pushed her to the side and turned on his own side, taking a hold of her waist and bringing her to his chest. She still had little space, so her feet were noiselessly kicking under the soft comforter.

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” Bucky grumbled, tightening his arm around her body.

“Really your complaining, your metal arm is like a brick of ice, James.” Her witty remark held so much annoyance to it, it shut the soldiers mouth. Instead, he scooted the the end and gave her as much space as she could get.

“Better.” She sighed, turning around to face his chest and snoozed out instantly.

“Good.” Bucky whispered, half afraid the women would wake up and slap him for trying to get the last word in their argument. Without much thought, he pulled her body closer to his and felt his subconscious drifting into a dreamless slumber.

A/N:

I have so much stuff to publish, I was a little MIA because I needed help with spell checking and such. So I asked help from the amazing BETA : @crazinessgraveyardsandcartoons, i gave her my documents and she sent them back INSTANTLY… if that doesn’t sound like dedication then i don’t know. 

I also have a very very special story I’m planning on updating once I finish it. Also that story has a different BETA reader. 

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Battered and Bruised Ch. 1 (Bucky x reader)

Hey everyone! I hope you all have been liking what I’ve been writing. You can message me with feedback, requests, or even just a simple hi to have a conversation. enjoy!

Sidenote: I continued this into a series. You can find the rest of the chapters here , along with my other pieces.

Description: Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: sad, angst, unintentional physical harm comes to the reader, nightmares, ptsd, barely any fluff

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The night was cool and even through the closed window you could hear the passing of honking cars in the busy street. You’d become accustomed to it, it no longer interrupted you sleeping schedule. The apartment you lived in was shared with your adoring boyfriend, Bucky.

Getting into this relationship, Steve wanted to remind you that because of what was going on in his brain during his H.Y.D.R.A. days, that it could manifest itself back into him without any trigger. He described Bucky as, “a bomb just waiting to go off.” You could tell it hurt Steve to have to describe his best friend that way.

People were giving you the whole spiel about “how you can’t change people”, that “he’s never going to be a normal person.” Even Bucky was scared for you, he didn’t want to put you in harms way.

But, you were headstrong. You loved Bucky with all your heart. You knew what he could do. The thing was, you weren’t afraid. You weren’t scared of him. You never were.

Bucky was haunted with vivid nightmares about the awful torture and killing he had been through and done. Almost every night he relived through something different. Sometimes, they were so realistic that he would get on top of you and restrain you, cursing you in his sleep. This was a normal occurrence when he had nightmares of the doctors that tore apart his mind.

He would always wake up of no recollection of what happened, and you never told him. All he remembered was the nightmare itself. You didn’t want to make him feel guilty, it didn’t bother you actually. You knew what he went through was traumatizing, so you never blamed him for what happened when he was in his sleep.

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It was a beautiful Sunday morning and you woke up next to your most favorite person in the world. Bucky was sound asleep, his arm wrapped around you, his scruff brushing your bare shoulder.

You raised your arm behind you to run your fingers through his hair and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Good morning babe.” His raspy voice breaking the silence. You loved the way he sounded right after he woke up.

“Good morning Bucky.” You chuckled as he placed an array of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and face. “Hey, I’m gonna take a shower. Then I’ll make us breakfast, okay?” You rolled over onto him, both of you giggling, his hands on your back. The coolness of his metal arm sending shivers up your spine.

“You’re gonna leave me here in the absence of your warmth? How could you?” He had a huge smile on his tired face as you leaned down and kissed him one last time before making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the water and stripped off your crinkled pajamas. Before you got in, you saw yourself in the mirror out of the corner of you eye. Turning towards the mirror, you saw yourself in full for the first time in a long time. You realized in that moment how much your body was covered in bruises; new and old. Your hips and ribs slightly blue and purple from when Bucky gripped you hard during a nightmare that scared him to tears. Your thighs were expressing the same coloration and your arms had little scratches from his fingernails where he had dug them into you. You never noticed them before. You weren’t angry or upset, you understood this is what came with the nightmares he had.

“F/N, I hope you don’t mind if I join you for your shower.” He opened the door with a smirk on his face. “I’d like to love you some m-” he stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw your naked body and all the marks on it. “Baby, what’s- what happened?” You turned to face him and him placed his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t make any attempt to cover them up, he already saw. You just had to find the words to tell him. “Tell me. Why do you have all these bruises… a-and scratches?” He spoke softly, but his voice with filled with concern.

“Bucky.. it’s fine. I’m okay.” You gave him a shy smile as you looked up at him. His gaze fluttered up and down your body. “Bucky..” You didn’t know what to tell him, or even how.

A sudden realization hit Bucky and it felt he took a blow to the gut. “I- I did this..” He voice cracked and the hurt in it made you wince. “I did this.. didn’t I?” The thought of him hurting you and damaging your beautiful body brought tears to his eyes.

The water was still running, but you ignored it. “I’m okay. I know you don’t mean it. We’re going to be okay. I love you. That’s all that matters to me. I love you so god damn much, that guess what? I’m willing to go through this pain with you.” You pulled his forehead down to yours, gripping the front of his t-shirt to bring him down to you.

“I’m so sorry F/N. I’m- I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and I can’t believe I did this. It won’t ever happen again.” At the point Bucky was sobbing, holding onto you for support.

He was so upset, and you were his support system. You placed a kiss on his lips and helped him undress. You helped him get into the shower as he was stumbling from the emotional pain. There was no love making. You helped him wash his hair, having the water just warm enough to feel calming against his skin. He was silent as you wrapped yourself in a towel went into the bedroom to grab some clothes for you both.

When you returned to the bathroom he was out of the shower, looking at the ground. You got him dressed and brought him back to bed. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to make some coffee, just the way you like it.” You kissed him on his head and gave him a sad smile. As you were turning away, he gently held your hand and didn’t let go.

“Don’t go… please.” He whispered at you with hurt eyes. It made you feel so broken inside.

“Okay.. I won’t go anywhere.” You climbed back into bed with him and snuggled up to his chest. “I’m never going to leave you. We’re gonna be okay.”

He whispered into your hair, “F/N, I’m sorry.” You told him how happy you were with him and that things were going to get better. The soft fabric against your skin and the warmth of your bodies brought both of you back to sleep.

As you fell asleep, all you could think of was that everything was going to turn out alright. You loved and trusted Bucky and that was all that mattered.

A Way to You Again: Part 14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1157

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: I know it took me forever, but it’s back!!!!!

Originally posted by imsebastianstans

Originally posted by spiderliliez

Bucky stared at me intently as I stared awkwardly at the flames of the fire. “Nick lied to everyone to protect me. I asked him to,” I said matter-of-factly as my gaze drifted from the fire to meet Bucky’s eyes.

“Why?” he asked taken aback by my sudden bluntness. “What could be worse than my past?”

“I got on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s radar due to a very colorful rap sheet. I was smart, and I was bored… Instead of applying myself and working towards getting into college I was constantly finding ways to get myself in trouble. But it wasn’t just S.H.I.E.L.D. that showed an interest in me…” I explained as I broke my gaze from Bucky’s. Silence fell between us before Bucky finally spoke.

“H.Y.D.R.A.,” he whispered softly. It wasn’t a question as he suddenly realized why I was so hesitant to reveal my past to him.

“Yes,” I added – carefully training my eyes to look anywhere other than Bucky’s face. “You see… joining S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t so much something I wanted as it was a necessity after H.Y.D.R.A. threatened my family. Nick promise me they would be safe…” I added before trailing off again. I hadn’t spoken to anyone about this in the years after it had happened. I thought that somehow saying the words out loud would make it easier for me – but I was wrong. “But it didn’t matter…” I added quietly as I felt my nails biting into my palms. I had been clenching my fists without even realizing it.

“Y/N…” Bucky’s voice was soft as he moved closer to me – his warmth immediately radiating around me. I blinked as the sound broke my temporary stupor. “You’re shivering,” he added just as softly as he pulled me into him – little did he know that the shaking wasn’t from the cold.

I felt my resolve shatter as I laid my head on Bucky’s shoulder. I was still surprisingly tired, and the idea of continuing the conversation made me feel queasy. As if he immediately picked up on my sudden unwillingness to talk more, Bucky rose slowly before helping me to my feet. “It’s late – we can talk later when you’re ready,” he added as his knuckles brushed lightly against my cheek. “Let’s go to bed,” he added as he pulled open the door and followed me into the house.

As we neared the bedroom I became hyper-aware of Bucky’s proximity. Maybe it was the relief of revealing my partial truth , but being able to pause from having to say the worst, that made my pulse quicken as he closed the bedroom door behind him. I clumsily shed my pants and shirt – completely aware of Bucky’s eyes scanning every inch of me. I quickly dressed, and Bucky busied himself with preparing for bed – though I could tell it was just a distraction to keep from looking at me.

As we both burrowed under the covers we turned to look at one another. We laid there in silence for quite some time before Bucky spoke. “You know it isn’t your fault, right?” he said matter-of-factly as his hand reached up to brush the loose hair from my face.

“What isn’t?” I asked confused.

“Whatever happened to your family – it wasn’t your fault. All of us – we didn’t have a say in how things turned out for us,” he added reassuringly.

I laughed bitterly as I turned to lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. “I wish it was that easy. I wish I could believe that, but I can’t,” I muttered. We laid there in uncomfortable silence until I finally succumbed to sleep.


I woke up covered in sweat – my chest constricting uncomfortably as the sheets stuck to my skin. I hadn’t dreamed about the incident in years – talking about it… even thinking about it had brought it all back to the forefront of my mind. I had done so good at pushing my past to the deepest recesses of my mind that now I found myself unable to cope with it.

I quietly scooted out of the bed – careful to not wake Bucky – and slipped out into the living room. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but found it impossible to stop moving as I paced back and forth in front of the empty fireplace. With a sigh I decided to focus my nervous energy on building a fire.

My hands shook with anxiety as both my heart and head raced forwards and backwards in time as I sat on the couch – watching the flames of the newly built fire flicker up the stone fireplace. As I began to wonder if it was possible to live in the past and the present at the same time I felt the couch shift below me – temporarily snapping my attention back to the present. This time he offered no words of wisdom – opting to join me in my silent musings. The one thing you could always count on was Bucky not pushing you to talk about the things that had fucked you up in your past.

The silence finally gave me the courage to speak. “Alexander Pierce,” I began – the name made Bucky shift uncomfortably on the couch. Of course he knew more about the real Alexander Pierce than I ever wished to know. “He said that I showed great potential. I was one of very few S.H.I.E.L.D operatives to be selected by both Pierce and Fury to be part of a very secret very specialized taskforce. That’s where I met Erick. He was handsome, and intelligent. I told myself we were coworkers and nothing more, but sometimes those lines begin to blur when you spend every waking hour with someone. The changes in my feelings towards him were subtle enough that I was taken by surprise when I finally realized how I felt. I knew better – I had a rule against it, but I let myself get caught up in the feeling of it all. For a year everything progressed into what most people would consider a normal relationship. He met my family, we moved in together, and we talked about our future. My happiness… it made me sloppy… until one day Erick was a little too careless and left a burner cellphone in the nightstand by the bed. After that I slowly started putting bits and pieces together. I had missed a lot out of willful ignorance, but I refused to turn my back on the truth. Every second of the day I played my part and I kept it up for the better part of six months until…” I broke off into silence. I had been talking linearly – taking Bucky through the story without thinking about the part that he was in.

“Until?” he asked quietly – not moving from his place on the couch.

“Until Pierce called the Winter Solider in to assassinate Nick Fury,” I said evenly as Bucky inhaled sharply.


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Captain America’s Love Life Might Get Complicated In ‘Avengers: Infinity War’


By: DONNA DICKENS DEPUTY ENTERTAINMENT EDITOR

Guys. We need to talk about Avengers: Infinity War. Specifically, footage that was shown to those of us in Hall H during Saturday’s Marvel Studios panel. Having not been to D23, I’m not sure if this compilation ahead of the actual trailer was shown there, but considering my Google search of “Infinity War Peggy Carter” turned up nothing, I’m guessing either A) it wasn’t or B) my fellow nerd journalists aren’t as invested in the Steve/Peggy ship as I am. Either way, Marvel hinted that things are going to get very uncomfortable for Steve Rogers in his next Marvel outing.

In order to set the stage for the showdown between the heroes of the MCU and Thanos, Marvel put together a montage of the current Infinity Stones, how they were introduced, and where they are now. For the purposes of Steve Rogers’ careening toward the kind of issue usually reserved for the pages of Penthouse letters to the editor, I’m focusing on the Time Stone. It is currently in the hands of Doctor Stephen Strange as the Eye of Agamotto. During the montage, the voiceover says “Time can fix anything,” while the camera lingers on the Time Stone. The scene then cuts to Captain America taking to old Peggy on her deathbed before she morphs back into young Peggy Carter from the first Captain America movie. None of it is new footage, but the implications are pretty clear. Someone is going to phutz with time to bring Peggy Carter back. Or at least attempt to.

I am 100% on board with this because Peggy Carter founded S.H.I.E.L.D. and if anyone can bring the spy organization back from the brink of destruction after H.Y.D.R.A. blew it all up, it’s Agent Carter. However, Steve might have some reservations about this plan, even if he doesn’t care about the time/space continuum. If you’ll recall, Steve recently kissed Sharon Carter, who is Peggy’s niece. One can assume that even if that was the extent of it, Peggy returning from the dead will cause all kinds of Shakespearean comedy problems as Steve tries to navigate a minefield of having been intimate with two generations of strong-willed Carter women.

Maybe he grew the beard in order to run away and start a new life in Sokovia rather than have to choose?

(x)

How Far I’ll Go For You Part Two (tws!bucky x reader)

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Summary: you’re a newbie in the Avengers team, only working with them for a little over a year. You’ve gained a close friendship with Steve Rogers. But due to HYDRA working all over in secret, Steve has you on lockdown at the compound. However, one night out with a close relative of your own, changes your entire life. 

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: this part is a flashback

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You sighed as you heaved yourself away from the kitchen window, carrying an empty bowl back to the sink and rinsing it out before putting it in the dish draining board next to the sink. You looked at the clock displayed on the stove and sighed once again. It was hardly passed midnight and you’d wanted, no needed, to get the hell away from the compound even if it was only for a few hours.

You’d spend too long looking at the grey and blue walls surrounding you lately that you’d thought you were going crazy. You knew better than to disobey Captain Rogers of all people. But it was just one night out with someone you trusted. Right? What could possibly go wrong? It’s not as though H.Y.D.R.A. was really after you, right?

Steve was just a paranoid old coot who didn’t know the meaning of fun times. So you rushed to your bedroom and rushed to dress in casual clothing before you called your cousin Kira and invited her to the bar down the street from her house. She was excited to see you, after only having moments together on the phone with you after you had joined the team over a year ago.

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Shifter / Part X

Summary: Raised as one of Hydra’s experiments, the reader has the abilities of a shapeshifter. Once rescued by the Avengers, the reader lives and grows up among them. However, as the events of Civil War begin to unfold, Y/N becomes ill. She is left under Tony’s care but Tony has recruited a new member – how will this affect the reader and the rest of the Avengers, and where will Y/N end up?

Author’s note: I am so, so, so sorry for the really long wait guys. I’ve had a ton of school stuff to do, and my GCSEs (HUGE, life-determining exams) started last Thursday, so I am a teensy bit panicked. But I’ve been working on this for so long now, and I just couldn’t leave you guys in the dark for much longer! This part is a teeny bit dark, but I’m quite proud of it! Next part will be the last chapter of Shifter, so enjoy!

Warnings: Short description of experimentation/torture, mention of blood, angst.

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Peter Parker x Reader


     Steve is panicked and terrified. The rest of the team can tell, as they watch him sitting alone in the corner, his head hung low as he wrings his hands. It’s been three days since you were taken. Peter is restless, popping into the science lab to check for updates, flying around the city like crazy as he tries to distract himself. Tony isn’t eating – he’s locked himself in his lab, furiously running through CCTV cameras and any sort of tracking devices he could use to find you. Clint and Natasha have patrolled the streets of New York over a dozen times – Nat can tell that Clint is blaming himself, as every time they return empty handed he punches something and heads to the range to practice. Bruce is trying to keep the team alive – running around with food and drink to make people eat, checking up on Peter every so often, trying to stop Clint from breaking his knuckles.

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Run Away Baby Ch. 1 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hey darlings! I hope your day is going well. It’s Monday, and well, I’m having trouble getting through it. I have so much stuff that I need to get down, so please forgive me if I don’t keep up with the fic schedule I posted yesterday. I will get back on track with it when all my work calms down. It’s extremely hectic with AP tests coming up.. I’m going to try my best though. Enjoy the first official chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I love you all. xoxo

Description: Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.

Warnings: Cursing

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MASTERLIST


The sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table brought you from your sleep. You groaned, blindly reaching for it. Your fingertips were met with the smooth glass, and you tilted the screen towards you to see who was calling. Your vision was a little blurry; you were still groggy, but the name on your phone was as clear as day. It was Nick Fury. 

“Shit.” You sat up as quickly as you could despite the extra weight on your belly. You knew it must be urgent because there were over ten missed calls from him. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if something happened to Steve? You redialed his number, pressing the phone to your ear. It seemed like the dial tone went on forever, but he finally picked up. “Nick, what happening?” 

“F/N, get yourself out of that house. Drive, and drive as far away as possible. You need to leave. Now.” His voice was instructive and stern. 

“Wait, why? Tell me what’s going on!” You were starting to panic, and your breaths were becoming more labored. “Don’t tell me something happened to Steve…” The sudden realization of what might have occurred seemed to stop your heart as tears came to your eyes. 

“F/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to gather up your things and get the hell out of there.” He paused, trying to find a way to break the news to you. “Steve… he’s not the man you think he is. He’s with H.Y.D.R.A.” A dead silence came through the line, neither of you saying anything. 

“What?” You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Get out of your house, get in your car, and go to the address that I just sent you. It’s a safe house in New Jersey that not even the team knows about. Steve is a double agent, and you need to leave before he hurts you. Do you understand?” He was trying to be as gentle as he could, given the circumstances. You were completely quiet on the other line. “F/N, I need you to do this. Please. I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt. Just listen to me and I’ll explain when you get there.” 

“O-okay..” You were choking on sobs. This didn’t feel real, but it was. 

“You need to move quick, he’s already on his way to you. Call me when you get in the car.” He hung up the line, and you took a moment to realize what just happened. It all seemed to hit you at once, and you frantically got up, grabbing the few essentials that were needed for you and the baby. Not only were your hot tears obstructing your vision, but your child wasn’t cooperating and seemed to kick every five seconds. 

“Come on, kid. You need to work with me here.” You sighed, looking down at your belly. Your keys were sitting on the table, and you swiped them off the counter, and grabbed your bag off the floor. You decided you might as well keep the lights on, trying to make him think you were still at home. You swung open the front door, and closed it behind you. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled with putting the key into the lock. As you heard the click of the lock, you heard footsteps coming up your porch steps. 

“And where might you be going?” The more than familiar voice sent chills down your spine. You felt him staring daggers into your back as you turned to face him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me.” Your words seethed through your teeth as your tears began to sting your eyes. Steve no longer looked like the happy man you thought you knew. He had an evil smirk on his face as he leaned against the railing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. It wasn’t his dashing Captain America uniform you had grown to love. It was black with the H.Y.D.R.A. symbol across his chest instead of his silver star. “You’re not the man I married..” You took a step away from him, you back pressing up against the door. 

“You’re right, I’m not. I never was because that was all just one, big, fucking act to smuggle myself into S.H.I.E.L.D. You were just there to ensure it, along with the child.” He looked you up and down, giving you a disgusted look. 

“That was what I was? Just to fortify your alibi?” You face was hot and red. “I didn’t mean anything to you?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, looking up at him in confused hatred. 

“I was never in love with you.” He took his weight off of the railing and began to walk towards you. “You didn’t mean a thing to me, and the baby sure as hell doesn’t either.” He shook his head, the loving looks he used to give you were now a distant memory, and the only thing you saw in his eyes were pure evil. 

“No!” You tried to run away, but you were heavily pregnant; you were seven months along. He grabbed your wrist roughly, bringing you to your knees. You sobbed, the pain coursing up your arm. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” He looked down at you, his face expressionless. 

“You don’t have to do this, Steve. Please.” Your eyes searched for at least a piece of the man you used to know, but there was nothing left. 

“Honey, you’re just collateral damage.”


Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’ll try and have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” or a one shot tonight for you guys! I have a request in my arsenal that I haven’t been able to get to, but I really want to write it. Have a wonderful rest of your day! xoxo

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Hulk Love You (Bruce x Reader)

(f/n)-First Name

(The reader, you, has the ability to change into a creature similar to the hulk. You are also a scientist who created a serum that slows your heart rate so you can get angry without consequence.)

You were helping during a mission as some extra…muscle. You’d been working with her and were able to remember a great majority of the things that went on. Now was good because you could fight for good. Bruce was stuck behind the scenes because he didn’t have as much control as you did. A low purr left her throat as you thought of Bruce. For some reason she really liked him.

In your moment of distraction, a laser was fired at you. Instead of not fasting you like most weapons did, this one actually hurt…like hell. You let out a feral scream and were shot again. You stumbled a few times as you tried to walk away. They shot you one more time and, with a whimper, you went down. Bruce, who was seeing the footage, could not control his rage. He had just enough sanity to open the hatch to the quintet before hulking out completely.

A loud roar was heard throughout the battlefield. Tony looked towards the sound with wide eyes. “Code green everyone.” He called. Natasha had reached your side and saw that your eyes were barely opened and you were breathing deeply.

“Blue is down.” That caused shock to go through all of the avengers.

“How the hell did they get her down?” Clint asked in surprise.

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Dancing On My Own: Part 5

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Loss

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Word Count: 1783

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

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Bucky eyed you cautiously as he drove your dad’s old pickup truck back to your childhood home. You hadn’t spoken a word since you asked him to take you back home. You had just sat silently in the passenger seat until you had drifted to asleep. Bucky was worried – worried about the loss you had just faced and the pain that would haunt you for the rest of your life. He knew better than anyone about the impact of missed goodbyes. He sighed wearily as he ran his free hand through his hair. Your mother had welcomed him into your family with open arms. It had been the first time he had felt at home since escaping from H.Y.D.R.A.. He had never told you, but he had lived for the holidays and family events that you pestered him to go with you to.

Bucky pulled onto the long gravel driveway. He tried to drive as cautiously as he could, but the jostle of the small bumps caused you to stir. You rubbed your scratchy red eyes as you looked around. “We’re home,” Bucky announced as he shifted the truck into park before exiting and helping you out. He followed you quietly into the house – not wishing to say something that would upset you. He knew the house like it was his own – its smells and creaks made him feel at home as he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom. He watched as you collapsed onto your bed with an audible sigh. He lingered awkwardly – unsure as to what he should be doing. Deciding it would be best to give you some time to yourself he turned to leave, but before he could even take a step he felt a hand grasp firmly around his wrist.

“Where are you going?” the anxiety in your voice caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“I was just going to go get our bags,” he answered – unsure of what he should do.

“Please – just stay with me,” you murmured as you kicked your shoes off and made room for him on the bed. Bucky immediately obliged. He would do anything you asked of him if it brought you even the slightest bit of comfort. He laid on his side and smiled sadly at you – tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your eyes had been closed, but the soft contact of Bucky’s skin against yours caused a single tear to leak from your eye.

“Y/N,” he whispered gently as he brushed the tear away from your face. You opened your eyes at the sound of your name and the sadness that permeated them shattered Bucky’s heart.

“You will get through this – I promise,” he whispered.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?”

“I’m…. thank you,” you whispered softly. Out of all the people to be with you during this terrible day – you were glad it was him.

He smiled at you softly. “You know I’ll always be here for you, right?” he asked softly. You nodded your head at his declaration as tears welled in your eyes. Bucky gathered you in his arms as he brought your head to his chest. He held you softly to him until the comfort washed over your misery allowing you to drift to sleep.


Bucky moved carefully from you as he gently placed your head on your pillow. More than anything he wanted to lay with you and comfort you for eternity, but it didn’t feel right. He felt like he had crossed an invisible line, and was trying desperately to pull himself back. It was wrong – all of it was so wrong.  He ran his hands through his hair with a sigh as he descended the stairs. Less than twenty-four hours ago he had thought he had known what he wanted, but now nothing seemed right.

He walked out the door into the growing twilight quietly. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself. Perhaps he could retrieve the bags in the quinjet and unpack them. It would be one less thing you would have to worry about doing. He also wondered if your dad would be okay with him borrowing the truck one more time – he wanted to see if he could find some of your favorite movies. If he bought the entire Harry Potter series that would at least cover a couple of days’ worth of entertainment. He had been so lost in thought that the sound of your father’s voice from the porch swing startled him.

“Are you off already?” he asked Bucky, who turned around awkwardly to respond.

“I was just… I was headed out to get our bags from the jet,” he explained as he motioned towards the quinjet in the distance.

“Mind if I tag along?”

“Sure,” Bucky shrugged. As he walked beside your father he chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He wasn’t sure what to say… or what not to say. Bucky was only good at interactions when it came to you – everyone knew it. “I… I’m sorry,” he muttered lamely as he kept his eyes trained in front of him.

“Thanks James. She had been sick for a long time – just wouldn’t let me tell the kids how bad it actually was…. Especially Y/N,” he shrugged. He had always been one of the few people to call Bucky by his given name. Bucky knew he had reconciled himself with the eventual loss, but he also knew the pain the he had to be feeling. He was still surprised to hear that they had kept something so important from you.

“Why didn’t she want Y/N to know?” he asked perplexed.

“She didn’t want to uproot her life in New York…. Particularly her life with you,” he responded frankly as the two men entered the jet.

“With me? But…” Bucky had to swallow the bitterness of what he wanted to say. It wasn’t his place to say. “You know… she’s… she’s with Steve,” he added – slightly embarrassed.

“I know, son, but her mother also knew how much you both cared for one another. She didn’t need to worry about Y/N in the end because she knew you’d always be watching out for her,” he explained as they grabbed the bags and made their way out of the jet.

Bucky sighed as he thought about it. “But Steve,” but he was interrupted by your father raising his hand to silence him.

“Steve is a good man – in terms of a son-in-law he is every parent’s dream, but you – you’re a great man.” The frankness of your father’s words caused Bucky to grimace. If only he knew he was actually a monster – he had the two confused. At the end of the day – no matter how much he loved her – Y/N would always deserve to be with a man like Steve.

“Listen—I’ve done things in my past that I’m not proud of… terrible things,” Bucky muttered as he stared off into the darkness that was slowly consuming the world.

“Sometimes we have to walk through fire so we can be forged into the men we are supposed to be. This is for you,” he added as he handed Bucky an envelope. “She wrote it for you in case she didn’t get to tell you in person,” he added before walking back into the house.


You watched the exchange between Bucky and your dad from your bedroom window. You had woken in a panic when you found yourself alone. Because of this you found yourself spying on what seemed to be a private moment between the two men. As you watched the exchange you felt uncomfortable – you weren’t exactly sure why, but you knew whatever was in the envelope would justify it.

You sighed as you climbed back into the bed. This had been one of the worst days of your life, but the shock still hadn’t worn off. You could feel the hysteria prick at your exhausted brain, but you were still too numb. You knew it was just a matter of time. You would have to face the absence of your mother sooner rather than later, and you would keep facing it for the rest of your life. You wondered how Bucky grappled with waking up one day and slowly regaining his memories – only to realize his parents were gone. It must have been like losing them a second time. This realization squeezed at your heart uncomfortably. What was he thinking now? He had loved your mom – he probably took her less for granted than you did because of his past. Were you making him relive the traumas of his past? You flipped onto your stomach and buried your face into your pillow. How could you be so inconsiderate towards your best friend? He had leapt to your aid with no hesitation and the only thing you had thought was how glad you were that someone could make the decisions for you so you could mentally check out. First you let your mom down…. Now Bucky? What the hell kind of person were you? You grunted in frustration as the door to the bedroom opened. You didn’t bother looking up – by the sound of the steps you knew it was Bucky. The bed suddenly shifted with his weight as he sat down beside you.

“Doll?”

“Hrm?” you grunted in response.

“Sara made you a sandwich – you should really try to eat.” At the mention of food your stomach growled and you begrudgingly sat up and reached for the plate. As you ate in silence Bucky made his way to the entertainment center in your room and began fiddling with the DVD player.

After listening to him huff in frustration you rolled your eyes and pushed off the bed – leaving your empty plate behind. “Here – move.” He listened and scooted to your left. “What are you trying to do??”

“I… well… I know how much you love Harry Potter and your sister brought her boxed set over,” Bucky explained awkwardly as he ran his hands through his hair. You couldn’t help, but smile. “What?” he asked as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m just… I’m glad you’re here Bucky,” you answered shyly as you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. As he looked down into your eyes everything stilled for a moment. You felt compelled to be nearer to him. You could tell that he felt it too – the magnetic pull towards each other. You just wanted to…

“Here we go!” he announced – causing you to jump as he finally hit the right combination of buttons on the dvd player. And just like that the moment – whatever it had been – was over.


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Misty Eyes 1/?

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Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 1103
Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out. 

Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I should make this a full series, so I’m going to test the waters a bit and see how you guys like it. Then we’ll go from there. My inbox is always open, so if you just wanna talk about life or request anything, go right ahead. 

(I apologize, there is only a brief mention of powers in this part, but trust me, there will be more. This part doesn’t have a lot to do with the summary, but it basically introduces some of the tone and future relationships with characters. The next one will introduce a lot more of the plot.)

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“Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream, absolutely terrified.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She yells as she runs into my room, stopping as soon as she sees me standing on a desk, wrapped in a towel holding a shoe and a box of tissues. My best friend immediately drops to the ground, laughing hysterically. 

“A….a sp-spider?” She exhales before falling into another fit of laughter. 

“Wanda, help me! It followed me out of the shower and I can’t take my eyes off of-” I stop, mortified. The spider that was terrorizing me, is nowhere to be found. I scan the room from my perch on the desk, as Wanda’s laughter ceases.

“See Y/n, it’s gone now, I think…” She tries to assure me, but her gaze falls on my shoulder and her eyes widen.

“What?” My attention is drawn to a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, causing my heart to thump violently against my rib cage. 

“W-Wanda…my…n-neck…” I stutter, reaching my hand back. 

In a swift movement, I slap away whatever was on my neck. Only, ‘it’ is still attached to my hand, and ‘it’ is a giant wolf spider. A shrill scream escapes my lips as I jump off of the desk, knocking several books and papers to the floor, wildly shaking my hand trying to get ‘it’ off. Somehow, this encourages it to crawl further up my arm. My grip on the towel tightens as I run down the hall to the kitchen, leaving behind a hysterical Wanda. There’s only one person that will take this whole thing seriously and help me, and thankfully, everyone else is on a mission. 

“Peter Parker, get your ass over here and help me!” I bolt into the kitchen towards Peter, who’s sitting on the couch eating an apple. 

“Y/n, are you oka-”

“There’s a fucking spider on my arm! Get. It. Off.” I squeal.

“Every. Single. Time,” He sighs.

He quickly sets the apple down, stopping when he realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel that stops about mid-thigh. His face flushes a deep red. He swallows hard and hurries to my side, delicately scooping up the spider and cupping it in his hands. 

“You’d think with the powers you have, you’d be able to take care of a single spider…” Peter mumbles.

“Okay one, I only had water to work with, and two, you remember what happened the last time I tried that?”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. Your room got flooded and it took two weeks to replace everything.”

“And that is why I can’t use my powers on spiders,” I state as he calmly walks down the hall to the elevator, probably to put it outside. I exhale and shut my eyes for a minute to calm my nerves. Suddenly, someone clears their throat from the other side of the room. My head snaps up, revealing Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Pietro all staring at me. 

“When’d you all get h-here?” I stutter, now slightly embarrassed.

“Whew, you couldn’t wait for him to come back, could you? Got yourself all clean and…sultry,“ Tony smirks with a wink, proud of how uncomfortable he’s making everyone. 

"Spider?” Nat inquires as she passes me on her way out.

“Sadly, yes,” I sheepishly admit. She shakes her head and laughs as she makes her way down the hall. 

“Sultry, really?” Steve rolls his eyes, flashing me a playful smile. 

“Really. Y/n, that towel is very slimming, I think you should wear it more often. It gets quite the reaction out of this one,” Tony suggests, nudging Pietro with his elbow, causing his face to flush and contort with jealousy. Just like that, he speeds over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Guys, guys. I’m the only one that can tell her how seksi and lepa and neverjetno she is…“ he trails off, inhaling and exhaling deeply, still resting his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, melting into his embrace when I feel a slight tug on my towel. I look down, finding that my towel is falling down, little by little. 

"Piet?” I whisper as my face turns redder than a tomato.

“Hmm?”

“My towel.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s falling…”

“So?”

“Pietro Maximoff I swear-”

“Well, this is uncomfortable. Steve? You up for some intense training?” Bucky interrupts, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation. 

“Sure thing, Buck.” He replies. The two waste no time in leaving.

“Are you just going to leave me here, alone, with them?” Tony yells, slightly hurt by being left behind. 

“Yup,” a voice calls back from the hallway. 

“Well, not that this hasn’t been fun and all, but I should go do something productive with my life. Smooches,” Tony gestures to the two of us as he saunters towards the hall before quickly turning around. 

“Oh, and remind me to get earplugs. You guys tend to get a little too verbal, if you know what I mean,” He winks before walking away. 

“Do we really get that loud?”

“I don’t know, Draga. You want to find out?” Pietro whispers, burying his face in my hair. I sigh as his hot breath tickles my skin, a smile creeping onto his face.

“But tonight’s team dinner,” I counter.

“I’m sure the Captain will let you skip just one dinner.”

“Piet-”

“Y/n, please-”

“Fine, whatever. But only because It gives us the chance to annoy Stark.”

“Then I’ll be sure to make you scream loud enough for him to hear.”

"I’d like to see you try.”



Draga - Darling

Seksi- Sexy

Lepa - Beautiful

Neverjetno - Amazing


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Anchor

Summary: After a failed mission an already torn y/n questions her place in the Avengers.

Words:1.573

Pairing : Bucky x Reader

Warnings: self-loathing,self-doubt,mentions of injury and blood if you flinch,angst,mild cursing,a bit of fluff towards the end

A/n: This is my first time writing fanfiction as well as the first time writing a story in English. I’m sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes you incounter. I hope you’ll enjoy it. This is my entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite writing challenge with the prompt “I said no.”


Your problems, traumas and worries were placed in boxes beautifully arranged in the back of your brain. They looked like a wall but not really a sturdy one. When someone would try to peek into one of them the rest would start trembling and if they decided to pull it out then they would all fall. All at once. Together. And with them you would follow.


“Oh my God this is all my fault”, you muttered to yourself as you held onto an injured Peter. It was supposed to be an easy mission. In, erase the files and out. It was your first mission teaming up together and both of you were ecstatic about it.

You were fighting off a H.Y.D.R.A. agent and just when you were about to knock him out a second one snuck up on you ready to shoot you .You were so focused on fighting the agent in front of you that you didn’t hear the other one  coming. The sound of a gunshot took you by surprise. You froze and just when the bullet was about to pierce through your body someone pushed you way.

“Damn you Parker what have you done.” You carefully inspected the injury. “this is bad this is so bad, what the hell were you thinking you moron.” He was losing so much blood. You needed to get out of here immediately.

“Tony, Peter is down. You need to get as out of here, he needs medical attention” you said through the intercom.

“Define bad” said Tony, the anxiety clear in his voice.

“He got shot trying to save me. There is no exit wound and the bullet is stuck in his abdominal area. Tony he is losing so much blood and I can’t do anything to stop it.”


The team was on standby, carefully hidden in the thick forest waiting for you and Peter to come out of the H.Y.D.R.A. safe house any moment now. They were all pretty nervous as it was the first time they’ve let the two of you alone in a mission but there was a certain super soldier that had become a literal bundle of nerves.

Bucky had a sweet spot for you. You tried to see the best in each person, never judging them by their past. You were patient and always there to listen to everyone’s worries. They would confide in you and you would offer a kind word and a piece of advice. When one night you found him in an awful state while he was having a night terror you were quick to approach him. You talked to him with soothing words, tenderly caressing his cheek until you were able to wake him up. That was the moment he knew he’d never loved one like you. He had fallen deep, deeply in love with you and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from doing so.

Hearing your trembling voice through the intercom he felt his heart shutter. Something was wrong. Peter was injured and badly from what he could understand but there was something more than that.


When Tony and the rest of the Avengers emerged into the building Bucky was the first to approach to and you fell into his arms. He held you tightly, his head resting on top of yours. Violent sobs fell from your lips and you immediately regretted your decision to let Bucky see you like that. You let go of him and run to the quinjet. The ride back to the Compound was extremely quiet. While Helen attended Peter’s injuries you were looking at your shaking hands. They were covered in blood. Peter’s blood. Your thoughts were eating you up alive. This was your fault. Peter, sweet, innocent Peter almost died because of you. Because of your recklessness. This wouldn’t have happened if you had been more careful. Why do you always do that? How on earth do you manage to screw up every single time? You shouldn’t have joined the Avengers, you knew something like this would happen. You destroy everything you touch why the hell would anything be different this time? You needed to leave, right now, before anyone else gets hurt because of you.


The moment you’ve reached the compound you ran towards your room and locked your door. You quickly discarded the bloody clothes to the floor and jumped in the shower. The hot water on your skin felt like a touch of silk to your aching body. You stood there for what felt like hours until you’ve gotten rid of all the dried blood. Enveloping yourself with a fluffy towel you searched through your drawers for one specific t-shirt. Bucky’s T-shirt. You’ve stolen it over a week ago while he was away on a mission. You didn’t want to admit it but his smell always brought you comfort. He made you feel safe, loved even though you didn’t think you deserved either his love or his affection. He was the best person you’ve ever met. Strong, loyal and even after everything he’s been through he was still so loving. How could you not fall for him? You put on the t-shirt and a pair of sweaters and laid on your bed seeking some comfort from your fluffy duvet.

You needed to leave, pack your things and disappear off the face of earth. Even the thought of leaving them behind brought you to tears but deep down you knew it was for the best. What use could you ever be to them? They were heroes and you were just you. A broken girl with a shuttered soul and a crumbled mind. You would only slow them down, or even worse, get them killed. Look at what happened to Peter. If anyone else got hurt because of you, especially Bucky, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

You were quick to your feet and with tears streaming down your face you started emptying your belongings  into a duffle bag, unbeknownst to the fact that a certain super soldier who had heard all the fuss had come to check on you. Bucky reached for the doorknob to enter your room but found your door locked.

“Y/n, what’s going on doll? Is everything okay?

“I’m fine Buck, go back to sleep.” You stifled a sob and tried to make your voice sound as though you hadn’t been crying for over an hour.

“You don’t sound fine. Have you been crying? Y/n please let me in” he begged, a pained look painted in his face. “Open the door Y/n, please. Unlock the door or I’ll just break it.”

With a defeated look on your face you unlocked the door and Bucky entered the room. He scanned his surrounding and saw the mess that was your room. “Hey that’s my shirt. I’ve been looking everywhere for it. Wow doll it looks like a bomb went off in here. What happen-”.He stopped mid-sentence, the duffle bag full of your clothes drawing his attention.

“No” he said firmly.

“Whatever it is that you think you’re doing don’t do it” he murmured and quickly approached you.

Taking a step back, a step away from him you answered as calm as you could “I have to James, it’s for the best. Look what happened to Peter because of me, because I wasn’t careful enough. I only bring trouble and pain. The team will be better off without me. Everyone will be better off without me.”

With a step he closed the distance between you two and held you close. “You’re not going anywhere, do you hear me? You’re not leaving. We need you here even though you think otherwise.”

“Bucky let me go”

“No”

“Bucky let go off me. I’m leaving. I really am. It’s for the best.”

“I said no.” He almost yelled, holding you even closer than before , cupping the back of your head with his hands.

“Don’t you get it? You can’t leave me. I need you here. I need your corny jokes when I’m gloomy. I need to hear your laugh and see you smile because you brighten my days. I need your tender touch to calm me down after a nightmare. I need you Y/n because you make me want to be a better person. Because you make everything that has happened to me easier to deal with just by being you. By being that goofy and at the same time the most serious person I’ve ever met, the most loving, forgiving and caring creature I’ve ever had the pleasure to encounter. You are my anchor Y/n. And most of all I need you here because I love you. “his voice trembling while saying the last part, he himself not being able to believe he’d finally gathered the courage to admit out loud the fact that he loved you both to you and himself.

You stood there frozen, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Bucky, James Buchanan Barnes, just told you he loved you. You. And you could swear you’ve never felt happier in your lifetime.

“Bucky I-”

“Y/n you don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. You certainly don’t feel the same wa-” he started rumbling but this was your turn to interrupt him. With a swift move you brought your hands to his cheeks and before he had time to register what was happening your lips were on his.

Battered and Bruised: The Final Chapter (Bucky x reader)

Here it is. The last chapter to my first series. Guys, I want to thank you all for being here for this series. It’s been an amazing and emotional ride through this, and I can’t thank you all enough for riding this roller coaster with me. All of you are wonderful and I love you guys so much. Thank you again. xoxo

Chapters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 

Masterlist 

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: There are none. 

This contains all the fluff that you have been denied for this whole series. 


Bucky’s feet pounded down the stairs as he hurried to his car. He had to get you back. He couldn’t bear the pain anymore. He realized that without you, his life would have no purpose. He finally realized that leaving you was the worst mistake he had ever made in his life. 

When he hit the bottom floor, he took off in a sprint to the parking garage. He got in the car and when he heard the hum of the engine, he sped away, trying to get back to you. He checked his rear view mirror and had to take a double take. Did he really look that bad? The answer to that question, was yes. His eyes were red and puffy, they even had dark purple bags underneath them. To be honest, he looked like a complete mess. His hair was strung out and he tried his best to smooth it out, but it barely made a difference. He honestly didn’t care what he looked like right now. All he cared about was you. That’s all that was on his mind. You. 

The car took him across D.C., and as he rounded a corner, the Avengers Tower finally came into view. His heart ached for you and with every second of him getting closer, he became more hopeful. But, there was still some doubt sitting in the pit of his stomach. What if you wouldn’t take him back? What if you hated him? He honestly didn’t know what he was going to do with himself if that sort of thing happened. Bucky tried to push all those uneasy feelings down as he pulled up in front of the building. He slid out of the driver’s seat and walked briskly through the doors, the wind blowing at his face. 

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A Way to You Again: Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1197

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: I hope you all enjoy it :)

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Originally posted by madqirl

After minutes of silence Bucky finally turned to look at me. “Erick was part of H.Y.D.R.A.?” I managed to nod my head to answer the question as I regained my thoughts. “And… your parents?”

I swallowed hard but remained silent. I suddenly felt paralyzed by the truth of it all, but knew Bucky wasn’t going to exhibit the same kind of patience that he had been. The tension in his body and the sharpness of his voice alerted me of that. “I wasn’t as convincing in my part of the loving girlfriend once I was on to him. Even though I knew something was wrong – I had a childish hope that maybe somehow I was wrong. This business makes you walk the line between what’s right and what’s wrong – sometimes people get twisted up or have to cross it. I gathered bits and pieces of information, but I never fully drew a conclusion on what was happening until it was too late.” I paused awkwardly for a moment, but Bucky remained silent. I swallowed hard before continuing. “When you eliminated Fury or when most of S.H.I.E.L.D. and H.Y.D.R.A. thought you had, it sparked a chain reaction. Steve and Natasha were AWOL – the rest of the Avengers were scattered – it all happened so fast… Pierce didn’t know that Nick had put contingency plans in place, and I was part of that plan. I set it in motion as soon as Sharon put the call in about Fury, but I underestimated the lengths that H.Y.D.R.A would go…” I broke off into an awkward silence again, but this time it was Bucky who broke it.

“What do you mean?” he asked as he studied my face.

“Part of the plan… what was always their plan … was to recruit me. Erick was a sleeper that they put among the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. originally to infiltrate it. Of course he scored bonus points with the bosses by getting to me. The entire thing was a deliberate ruse that I stupidly fell for. When I was working to undermine their operation shortly after Fury’s accident Erick and his gang of cronies confronted me. At first he was arrogant enough to think he could flip me – when he realized he couldn’t he became violent. I did the best I could… but it was one against about ten so the odds were never in my favor. They beat me nearly to death. Multiple fractures, a severe concussion, and a partially collapsed lung, but he intentionally made them stop. They injected me with some sort of sedative before taking me to the medical ward. With as crazy as everything had been it was easy for them to cover their tracks and no one thought twice about it. Before I lost consciousness Erick whispered in my ear exactly what their plan was and who they were going after next,” my voice cracked at this. It was too much – too soon. I had never wanted to tell him, but he had revealed such an intimate part of his life and himself to me that I felt like he deserved to know the secrets I held within myself. I felt a single tear slide from my carefully guarded eyes before Bucky’s thumb brushed it from my cheek. The act caught me off guard – I thought he would be angry at me for keeping so much from him.

“We should go back to bed. We have all the time in the world to talk about these things. We don’t need to do it all in one night,” he added softly as he pushed off the couch before offering me his hand, which I gladly took. As he pulled me up he looked at me intently – as if there was more he was wanting to say, but within a blink of an eye his carefully guarded expression was locked into place again. The sudden change in his demeanor left an uneasy feeling deep within me as we headed silently to the bedroom.


I walked down the street in the early morning light. I had slipped out quietly from the bedroom as the first rays of the sun peeked through the slats of the blinds. As much as I wanted to be around Bucky – the words I had not said had hung heavily between us, even in sleep, threatening to suffocate me entirely. I dreaded finishing the conversation. Perhaps the fact that today was the five-year anniversary of the accident had spurred my sudden confession – whatever it had been I was planning to spend the day the same way I had every year – at the local coffee shop, sipping an Americano, and reading T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” My father’s favorite drink and my mother’s favorite poem – it had become a sad ritual that I partook in to keep myself company on the dreaded day.

I settled in the worn leather chair that I always found myself at when I visited the shop and cracked the pages of my mother’s tattered compilation of Eliot’s poems. As I carefully read each word I could hear my mother’s voice echo them within my mind. Each year I had feared that I would forget the sound of her voice, or the way my father would laugh and roll his eyes as she told me how he had recited the poem from memory to her on a bet which resulted in her going on a date with him. She always joked that he had said the entire poem with such conviction that she knew right then and there that he loved her. My father would always hide the rising red in his cheeks by taking another sip of his coffee before changing the subject.

I sighed sadly to myself as I placed the book on the table beside me. I would only read the poem once a year to preserve my memories – it was my way of visiting a life I would never have again. A life that ended with fire and violence because of me. As my tired mind slowly began to relax I wondered to myself as Eliot once did – did I dare to disturb the universe? Perhaps it was too late to ponder that now. I couldn’t help but play the words in my head once more.


“Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head … brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.”


And in short – 

I was afraid of facing the rest of my story. 

Of speaking the words – of acknowledging the scars that covered me and the overwhelming sense of loss that tore at me so deeply.

I had been the writer of my own demise and that of my family’s. Would a day come where I would bring the same violent fate to Bucky unwittingly?


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