Request: Hello! Just to say that I just loooooved your last work! Wow! Can’t wait for part 2 I guess ! Just thought about a possible request if you want and have time :) you’re free to do tragic stuff or not but here is the thing : the reader has a power that she doesn’t quite control yet or even fully know. She can control thoughts and especially dreams. That what she thought like everyone else. Actually she steals dreams from people’s mind (in this case Bucky’s because she wants to help him) but with time and sessions after session he founds peace be she kind of becomes stranger like angrier and stuff and kind of uncontrollable and all the team especially Bucky realize that she actually steals people’s personality… I know it’s rubbish but I dreamed about that so I thought that maybe you could write something about it :) take care!! You’re are so talented and amazing ! @italwaysendsinafightcap
Bucky Barnes x reader
All credit goes to Marvel
The team almost didn’t notice the shift in Y/N’s behavior. Almost.
When Bucky had arrived at the tower as a permanent member of the Avengers, he was understandably still weary of his surroundings. Every night, he’d grab a plate of whatever was for dinner and retreat back into his room. He only ever trained in the dead of the night after a horrific nightmare that would jolt the rest of the teams out of their slumber. But they knew that Bucky didn’t want company at those moments, so they tried their best to close their eyes and forget his pained cries.
Then Fury brought in a new girl. She had unfortunately endured the same torture that HYDRA had put the Maximoff twins through, but when they couldn’t pinpoint her power, they beat her senseless and left her abandoned and bloody on the side of the road where she was later picked up by Phil Coulson and Melinda May. When she was handed over to Dr. Cho to be stitched up, Nick Fury took it upon himself to see what the fuss of her was about. Helen had explained that there was some shift in her genetic material, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it did to the girl. “Can you fight?” He asked Y/N. The girl weakly nodded at the man before her and once she was healed, she was recruited into the Avengers Initiative.
The Avengers had come to know Y/N as a fun, bubbly girl with a constant pep in her step no matter the situation and one who never backed down from a challenge. She was almost more of a leader than Steve, which often resulted in them bickering. Steve would give orders, and Y/N would mimic them in his captain voice with the same exact facial expression. Her impressions of her teammates were nearly uncanny.
That being said, Y/N was the polar opposite of Bucky, yet he fed off her happiness until the two of them were the best of friends, pulling pranks on the others and being inseparable on missions.
The team, especially Steve, had never seen Bucky so happy, which was why it was no surprise when he confided in his friends that he was falling hard for the girl.
It was no surprise when Y/N confided in those same friends that she was falling hard for the soldier.
It was also no surprise when the team set each of them on a blind date, the date being each other.
Y/N sat at the candle-lit table of the far too fancy restaurant that Tony had insisted on making reservations for. She anxiously straightened out her red dress and prayed that her deodorant was doing its job because oh man, was she sweating. She glanced down at her phone. 7:00. She blew a stream of air from her lips as she stared at the ceiling, willing her nerves to calm. It’s just a date, she thought. She sat in silence for a little bit longer, biting her lip. I can’t do this, she concluded. She picked up her phone, dialing Bucky’s number as quickly as she could. He would come get her and she could sneak out before her date even saw her.
She was two rings in when she heard someone’s phone going off nearby. She smiled when she realized it was the same ringtone Bucky had for her.
That’s when an audible gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes shot up to the man who now stood in front of her, showing her his still-ringing phone. Y/N’s face was on the screen, along with Bucky’s nickname for her. “Don’t look now, but the punk who set this whole thing up is giggling in the corner like a damn school girl.” Bucky said, smirking and tilting his head to the direction of the culprit.
Steve and Natasha were seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant. Steve was, in fact, giggling like a school girl, and Natasha raised her wine glass at her and winked. She turned back to Bucky and laughed. “Well, Tony’s paying for this dinner so we might as well make the most of it, now sit.” He did as told and ordered a beer when the waiter passed by.
Bucky and Y/N had become so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t even notice Steve and Natasha pass by them to leave.
“You have to be more careful!”
“Me? I have to be more careful? I can handle myself, Buck! You’re the one that nearly got Steve killed when you abandoned him in fighting off agents because one of my guns ran out of ammo!” Y/N shrieked. They had been fighting since they first got back into the quinjet and now two hours later as they walk back into the tower.
“Because Steve can handle himself!” Their arguing was deafening, and Natasha and Tony even lightly covered their ears in an attempt to block them out until they could get to their rooms.
“And I can’t?” Bucky was silent and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Bucky.” She stormed off, slamming her bedroom door behind her, signaling the end of the conversation and a warning for him not to follow. Bucky looked at Steve, searching for help but all Steve could do was sympathetically shrug.
“You’re over-protective of her,” Thor began, sitting down on the couch and placing his hammer on the table. “She’s stronger than you realize, stronger than any of us realize,” he looked around at his teammates, then focused his eyes on Bucky, who had his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw clenched. “You must have faith in her, or you will never see what she is truly capable of.”
Y/N shot out of her bed into a sitting position. Her eyes were wide open, she was gasping for air, and she was coated in sweat and she couldn’t tell if her cheeks were wet because of that or because of tears.
She had never had a nightmare like that. Her mind was racing, despite her being wide awake, she was still seeing pieces of the dream. She saw herself being restrained to a chair with a mouth guard as she screamed in agony. Somebody was speaking, but the pain radiating through her head was too much to even hear what he was saying. She didn’t even know if it was English.
Her head was practically pulsing in pain and she winced at the ache. Y/N pulled herself out of bed and grabbed two aspirins and some water, taking care to not turn on the light, fearing it would make her headache worse.
Her feet softly padded down the hall, there was no way she was going to sleep now. Her body ached and was screaming in protest, but she walked on, knowing that her mind was begging her for some relief from the nightmare. She had hoped that Bucky would be in the training room too, where he spent most of his nights, but he wasn’t. Confused, she walked a little more past the room until she got to Bucky’s door. Slowly pushing it open, she was greeted with him sleeping peacefully in his bed.
Y/N quietly shut the door and made her way back to the training room where she stripped of her pajamas and changed into the spare sweats she had left there. After hanging the first punching bag of the night, she wrapped her fists and began throwing punches.
Every punch got harder. Every swing got faster. Her knuckles burned from the friction of the wrap but she pushed on. The bag had finally gave way and flew to the side of the room at the same time that Steve walked in. He grabbed another bag from the corner of the room and put it on the hook. “Thanks.” She said. Steve nodded in response.
“Looks like you needed it. Bad night?” He asked. He sat down on the bench and watched as she resumed her blows to the bag.
“You have no idea.” She mumbled, almost to herself, but Steve heard her anyways. He got up from the bench and grabbed the bag, holding it still despite her still throwing punches.
“Try me.” One look into his eyes, and she gave up. She slumped her shoulders and rolled her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension.
“Nightmare woke me up. I was practically chained to a chair with a mouth guard of sorts being shoved into my mouth. I was screaming in pain and someone kept saying things but I couldn’t make out what they were, it didn’t even sound English. Woke up with a headache, didn’t feel like going back to sleep after that.”
“Sounds like one of Buck’s.”
“What are you implying, Rogers?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Just a thought. You guys have a thing for feeding off each other- energy, moods, sushi. I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys started sharing dreams.” She gave Steve a look, but didn’t say anything.
Because she wouldn’t be surprised if he was right.
The next day, when Y/N woke up, she was still in a sour mood. She kicked her slippers on and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Steve had sent her back to bed at 2 in the morning and she had to admit that the extra sleep eased her headache. She just wished it eased her mood.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Sam chirped. “Made your favorite, blueberry waffles with orange smiley faces and whipped cream, 2 eggs, sunny-side up, and turkey bacon.” Y/N forced a smile. Normally, the scent alone would be enough to put a smile on her face, but today, it felt so overwhelming that it brought the headache back. She tried not to let it show, but Sam noticed.
“I’m sorry, Sammy.” She smiled apologetically. Sam grabbed a piece of turkey bacon and tapped her nose with it before taking a bite.
“No worries, more for me, but at least drink your orange juice,” he slid her a glass and she sipped at it. “Steve told me about your nightmare, wanna talk about it?” Y/N propped her cheek on her palm and groaned after downing the rest of her juice.
“No, I just want to mope around and be alone all day.” She took a piece of turkey bacon and bit a piece off of it.
“Now you really sound like your man.” He laughed.
“What about her man?” Bucky said, bouncing down the stairs. Y/N spun around in her chair to look at him. He had a bright smile on his face and she turned back around to Sam, eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. Sam briefly made eye contact with her, mimicking the girl’s expression before clearing his throat.
“We were just saying that Y/N sounds like you when you first joined the Avengers.”
“And why’s that, doll?” He turned to his girlfriend, pinching her cheek. Y/N tried her hardest not to snap at him. She wasn’t in the mood to be touched. She pulled herself from Bucky’s grasp.
“Had a bad night’s sleep.” She mumbled, sliding off the bar stool. She put her glass in the sink and made her way back up the stairs, in desperate need for a hot shower.
“Steve and I need you to come grocery store with us later so we don’t buy only junk. Be ready in like 30.” Sam called after her. Y/N nodded, not really knowing or even caring if he saw it or not.
Y/N was becoming increasingly agitated, even more so during grocery shopping. The boys blamed that on themselves, because they kept putting ridiculous snacks in the carriage when she wasn’t looking.
Then they got back into the car.
Y/N was sitting behind Sam and was desperately trying to get comfortable in the small amount of leg room had left her.
Right before Steve was about to buckle, Y/N gave up. “Can you move your seat up?”
Normally, this question would have been asked and answered simply, but the way she asked, voice deep and broody, Sam and Steve froze. “Sam, call Bruce. Tell him we found out what her powers are.”
“I should be able to reverse it, but we don’t have enough time. Fury’s sending us on an emergency HYDRA base clean-out in 30 minutes, Y/N, can you fight?” The girl slowly nodded, the scowl from earlier still present on her features. “Where’s Barnes? I would want to look at him too, to see just how far this is going.” Sam shook his head.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. His happy mood worsened her mood.” Bruce nodded thoughtfully while still observing the girl who was sitting on the counter. Her mood now was a complete 180 from her normal behavior. This wasn’t a power. This was a curse.
The mission was a trap; a trap to get the Winter Soldier back. While almost one hundred agents surrounded his teammates, Bucky had been whacked over the head with a gun, knocking him unconscious momentarily.
When he came to, he was strapped to a chair and he cursed loudly. He knew how this was going, especially when he saw the “doctor”. Bucky pulled at his restraints, but they must have been made of steel, he couldn’t break through. The doctor stood in front of him, looking him in the eye, smiling wickedly. “Looks like we have got out most prized possession back,” He said, in a German accent. If looks could kill, this guy would be in a heap on the floor. Bucky spat at him, earning him a swift slap across the face. “Тоска,” Bucky braced himself.
“Ржавый,” His fists clenched.
“Семнадцать,” He grit his teeth together.
“рассвет,” He wondered where Y/N was.
“Печь,” He hoped she was safe.
“Девять,” He heard her screaming.
“Доброкачественные,” He realized he wasn’t in pain.
“Возвращение домой,” He realized she was.
“Один,” Bucky began yelling, trying his best to break out of his confines as Y/N’s screaming got louder, more pained.
“Грузовой автомобиль.” The screaming stopped.
“Good morning, soldier.” The doctor said. Bucky remained motionless, the only way he was getting out of this was by playing along.
“Ready to comply.”
“Eliminate our enemies.” The restraints on Bucky’s arms and legs were lifted and he stood out of his seat, making to walk away. However, at the last second, he turned back around, grabbing the doctor by the back of the throat and bashing his head into the wall. He took off running for Y/N. She could be anywhere.
Bucky picked up his comm from his pocket and placed it in his ear, immediately asking where his girlfriend was and what happened.
“Whatever happened between you two, the words must have affected her and not you. She’s the Winter Soldier now.” Sam panted out. Bucky sucked in a harsh breath.
“Where is she?”
“South wing. Steve has her cornered, but she’s quick. We can’t get him back-up.” Nat responded. Bucky took off in a sprint.
He wasted no time in getting to the south wing, throwing agents at the wall or shooting them down as he ran faster than he had ever before.
His eyes immediately landed on Y/N. She had Steve backed into a wall. He was bruised and bloody, and his eyes locked on Buck’s before flicking back to Y/N who was inching closer and closer to him. She slipped her knife out from her waist holster and Bucky made a break for it. She’s going to be so pissed at me, he thought. He ran up behind her and wrapped one arm around her neck to restrain her from moving and his metal hand wrapped around her wrist, preventing her from cutting anyone. “C’mon doll, I got you.” He reluctantly tightened his grip on her throat. He fell onto the concrete floor underneath him, pulling her into his lap. Her limbs flailed in his grip, but Bucky knew what he had to do. His grip got tighter and tighter until she let out a squeak and her body collapsed into his chest.
Buck looked up at Steve, the both of them panting with relief.
“Fortunately, you didn’t do any damage to her windpipe so you don’t have to tell her that you choked her to the point of unconsciousness,” Bruce suggested. Y/N’s still unconscious body laid on the makeshift hospital bed. Wires were hooked up to both her and her boyfriend as Bruce studied their vital signs, looking for what had caused today’s events.
“Everything looks the same as it usually does. You mentioned she had a nightmare last night?” Sam nodded, explaining the dream to Bruce as Bucky’s eyes focused on Y/N. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. Her face was void of any scowl or pout from earlier. She looked peaceful once more. Bruce spoke up, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Call me crazy, but I think she stole your mind, Barnes.”