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Medicine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE

-Jazz

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

Other characters featured; sam, steve, nat 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; talks about torture, language 

Word count; 1449

Originally posted by rohgers


‘He won’t snap out of it, Rogers,’ Natasha explained, a sigh evident in her voice. ‘Usually he comes around after a day, but it’s been nearly a week and-’

‘- You need to give him time.’ Steve interrupted, staring at his best friend behind the glass.

 An ex-HYDRA agent had triggered his Winter Soldier mode on a recent mission and after much destruction and pain, they’d managed to get him into a Hulk-proof glass room. He kept coming in and out of the phase over the course of the week, sometimes Bucky and other times the Winter Soldier.

‘I wasn’t finished.’ The ginger assassin continued. ‘I was reading his files - Looking at what they used to calm him back at HYDRA.’

‘Don’t even go there. He can’t handle anymore drugs.’

‘It’s not a drug, Steve.’ Sam was now stood beside them, Bucky’s file in his hands. ‘It’s a person. Y/N Y/L/N.’

Their converation was abruptly stopped by a smashing of a metal fist against the glass - Bucky was stood in front of them, breathing heavily. He looked angry, but there was a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

‘What did you just say?’ He spat.

‘Y/N,’ Steve said slowly. ‘You know them?’

‘Y/N,’ Bucky stepped away, muttering to himself. ‘For the first time in six days, he was calm, his words wild as he stared furiously at the floor.

‘There we go,’ Natasha grinned to herself. ‘We need Y/N.’

Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to hers at the mention of the name again.

‘We need Y/N.’ Steve nodded, repeating her words back to her. ‘But is she still there? Is she even still alive-’

‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Bucky yelled, smacking the glass again. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!’ He stopped, breathing heavily. ‘Of course she’s alive. She has to be.’

‘I’ll try, Buck. I promise.’

He grabbed Natasha and Sam by the elbows, yanking them into the office opposite to the holding room and out of earshot from Bucky. Sam was still reading the file while Natasha was peering over his shoulder.

‘She used to be good at calming him down,’ She explained. ‘HYDRA tried to separate them, they were too dependent on each other. After that, they got angry and both attempted to assassinate their guards until within each other’s presence again.’

‘That’s wild,’ Sam commented.

‘And it’s just what we need.’ Steve replied.

‘Are you suggesting we break into a HYDRA base?’ Natasha’s green eyes thinned, her ginger falling over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side. ‘But which one?’

‘SHIELD traced the last base to somewhere on the outskirts of the city last week,’ He responded. ‘Their planning the raid to destroy, but if we can get in and out quickly and quietly without them noticing, Fury will be none the wiser.’

‘You are insane, Rogers.’ Sam huffed. ‘But I’m in.’

‘Me too.’ Natasha replied.


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Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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Before It’s Too Late (part 7)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some tension, some fluff, some angst (?)

A/N: man oh man I’ve been waiting to write this Christmas part for 5ever. I hope you guys like it :) Also fUck this is 2,813 words. I think this is the most I’ve ever written.

After opening presents at your parents house you gather up the rest of the presents and head over to Wanda’s moms house. Everyone was already there, waiting for you and Bucky to arrive.

Knocking on the door three times, it opened up to reveal Tony. “About damn time.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up, we weren’t that late.”

You and Bucky make your way inside with all the gifts. Upon entering the living room you spot the Christmas tree with gifts already under it. You and Bucky quickly place your gifts down before going off your separate ways, you heading over to Wanda, Peggy and Natasha while Bucky went to the guys.

“Hey,” you smile, seeing your friends in the kitchen with drinks in their hands.

“Already drinking without me?”

“Yep. We had to get a head start.” Natasha replied, walking over to you and handing you a cup.

“What is it?”

“Hot chocolate-”

You take a drink and start coughing.

“-with a surprise ingredient.”

You calm down, patting your chest while the taste of vodka lingered in your mouth. “Yeah, that was one hell of a surprise.”

“Did you and Bucky eat?” Wanda questioned.

“Yeah, my mom wouldn’t let us leave until we did.” you snort.

“I love your mom.” Peggy smiled. “She always kept me well fed.”

Wanda and Natasha agree.

“Hey Wanda,” you say. “Where’s your mom?”

“She went down to see Pietro. Apparently he didn’t want to come home for Christmas and my mom gave him a week to, and I quote, ‘stop acting stupid and get his ass down here or else’.”

You nod and laugh. Of course Wanda’s brother didn’t want to come home for the holidays.

“C’mon.” Nat says, wrapping her arm around yours. “Let’s go into the living room with the guys.”

You enter the room, seeing the men sitting on the couches with beers in their hands while talking. Wanda, Nat and Peggy go to their boyfriends and sit on their laps. You smile, feeling a sharp pain in your chest as you realize you’re the only girl there who doesn’t have anyone.

Then your mind trails off to Bucky and how you’ve had 5 years to tell him how you felt yet you never did and because of that, he’s now with Kristen who he seems to be very happy with. You wanted to take Natasha’s advice and just tell him. You wanted to get it over with, holding it in was beginning to get harder and harder every time you saw Bucky.

But you didn’t want to ruin his relationship with Kristen. This is by far the longest relationship he’s ever been in and you didn’t want to step in the way of that. Besides, what did you think he would do if you told him? Dump Kristen just to be with you? No. He’s never shown any interest in you before and yeah, sure he almost kissed you but he was just messing around like he always does. He said so himself!

But you didn’t want him to just be messing around with you. You wanted him to kiss you. To press his lips to yours in a sweet, heartfelt kiss. You wanted him to feel how you felt, to see you how you saw him. But you knew that would never happen. You were just Bucky’s friend.

Bucky looks over at you from the couch and studies your facial expression as you stared at the floor in deep thought. The brunette bit his bottom lip before grabbing the beer cap beside him and tossing it your way. It hits you on your forehead and you snap out of it, looking up to see Bucky giggling. You scowl at him, trying your best to come off as mad but you fail, seeing how cute Bucky was being.

The handsome man looks around at your mutual friends, seeing Wanda, Natasha and Peggy sitting on their boyfriends laps. He then looks back at you and pats his own lap, causing you to chuckle and shake your head. He beckons you over and you hesitantly comply. Bucky stands up and nods over to his seat.

“Sit.” he murmured.

You shake your head. “Oh no Buck, I’m fine. You were sitting there first, I can just sit on the-“

“Sit down, Y/N.” he cuts you off, placing a hand on your shoulder and pushing you gently on the couch. After getting comfortable, Bucky sits down on the floor, between your legs.

“Play with my hair. I like when you play with my hair.” he spoke before taking a swig of his beer.

You reach over with your right hand, running your fingers through his chocolate locks. “You need a haircut, your hair is getting shaggy.”

Bucky hummed. “I dunno. Girls like it. Gives them more to tug on when we fu-“

You slap the top of his head before he could finish that sentence and he laughs.

“We’re all going to Tony’s place for new years, right?” Sam questioned and everyone replied with ‘yes’.

“You better be dead or on your death bed if you don’t come, that’s all I’m saying.” Tony says.

“Will there be hot girls?” Clint asked, taking a drink from his beer bottle.

Tony scoffs. “ ‘Will there be hot girls’ – of course there’ll be hot girls! What kind of new years party will I be throwing if I didn’t invite hot girls?” he then turns to you. “Y/N there will also be hot guys at the party too, including myself. You can have your pick at any of them.”

Before you could speak though, Bucky beats you to it. “Oh no, Y/N’s fine. She doesn’t need you to set her up with anyone, Stark.”

“Y/N needs to get laid.” Natasha says.

“Yeah. This party will be good for you. We’ll help you scout out some men.” Wanda adds, throwing you a wink.

“Ooo, and maybe a relationship will come into play! Then we could all go out on a group date!” Peggy exclaimed with a smile on her face.

“Nope, not happening.” Bucky turns to look at you. “Y/N, all those men want is to hit it and quit it. They don’t want a relationship with you.”

“Oh shut it, Barnes. What are you saying? That no man wants to be in a relationship with her?” Nat scoffed.

“Nat.” you scold.

“I didn’t say that, I-“

“What, is she not good enough for the male population?”

You cross your hands over your chest. “Natasha.”

“That’s not the case here, anyone would be lucky to date Y/N.” Bucky responds.

“Cause let me tell you, anyone would be lucky to even kiss Y/N.” Nat drinks from her cup. “Believe me, I would know.”

“She’s right.” Wanda nods.

“She has very plump, soft lips.” Peggy adds and you groan, hiding behind your hands.

“I’m sure someone out there wants to be in a relationship with Y/N. We just gotta find him.” Natasha shrugged.

Bucky shook his head. “Y/N is fine how she is right now. She doesn’t need a boyfriend.”

“It would be nice to have someone.” you hum.

Bucky looks at you. “You have me, what more could you want?”

You snort. “I want someone I can kiss and do intimate things with and I can’t do that with you, Bucky. You have a girlfriend.”

“If I weren’t dating Bruce, I’d date you.” Nat says and you laugh, seeing Bruce make a face at his girlfriend.

“Yeah, thanks babe.” he muttered.

Bucky, still staring at you with a look of disbelief, scoffs. “You don’t need to rely on some guy, Y/N.”

“I never said that. All I’m saying is it would be nice to be loved.” you respond.

“I love you, everyone here loves you.” the brunette points out.

You shake your head. “I mean a different kind of love. I want-“

“What do you mean a different kind of love? There’s no-“

“Alright, let’s open up presents now!” Wanda exclaimed, standing up and walking over to the Christmas tree.

Bucky holds his stare on you for a few more seconds before facing forward just as Wanda gave out the first present.


“Aww thank you guys, this means a lot.” Vision says as looked at the gifts you and Bucky had gotten him.

“No problem, pal.” Bucky smiled.

“Alright, who’s next…” Wanda says, looking around.

“Do mine!” you exclaim, standing up and moving around Bucky who was still sitting on the floor in front of you. You drop down on the floor and look for Tony, Clint and Sam’s gifts and once you find them, you hand them over. “Open them at the same time.”

The three men exchange looks before tearing open the wrapping paper. The first one to react was Tony who busted out laughing, Sam and Clint following soon after.

“Oh my god.” Sam laughed. “I love it.”

“I’m hanging this up in our dorm, Bruce.” Tony tells his friend.

“This is going in my car.” Clint smiled.

“Well what is it?” Wanda questioned.

“It’s a picture of her.” he laughed, turning the picture frame around and showing it to everyone.

“It’s a great gift, right?” you smile.

They all nod. Next, Bucky distributed his gifts to Peggy, Wanda and Natasha. The three opened their gifts while Bucky smiled, waiting for a reaction. Natasha was first.

“Aww Buck. You got me a necklace with the first letter of my name. Thank you.” she smiled.

“Oh uh, right! I totally got you that necklace because it had your initial on it and not because it was the last necklace with a letter on it at the store.” Bucky nods and the red head glares at him.

“You just had to ruin the moment. didn’t you?”

Bucky chuckled.

Wanda and Peggy thanked him and soon enough, everyone had opened up their gifts. Peggy screamed when she opened the gift from you, Nat and Steve cried, Wanda – just like Peggy – screamed and Bruce thanked you for the shirt.

Clint laughed when he opened Bucky’s gift as did Sam upon getting the ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner. Tony got all giddy when he received a telescope, Bruce chuckled when he got the book about planets and Steve thanked his friend for the socks.

Now all that was left was you and Bucky. You beat him to it, quickly crawling over to his gift and handing it to him. “It’s not much but…” you trail off.

He smiled at you before ripping the wrapping paper, revealing a book. But not just any book. A handmade photobook. Bucky chuckled, flipping through the pages. The pictures date back all the way to the first time you two met. There were group photos, some at the parties you attended in high school, some where you were just lounging around at your house. He flipped the page to see a picture of himself vomiting and right below it was a picture of Tony vomiting because he saw Bucky vomit.

Bucky laughed. He remembered that night. It was the last week of school senior year and you all went to some party where he got hammered. He remembered telling you he didn’t feel well and instead of helping him to the bathroom you took out your phone and started taking pictures. It was a crazy night.
After a few pages of group pictures, he flipped the page and it was the first picture the two of you ever took. He had a flower crown on that you had made him and you were smiling at the camera while he was looking at you, smiling.
The next pictures were of you two at homecoming and prom. He remembers how beautiful he thought you were when he went to your house to pick you up. Bucky looks up at you and smiles, his eyes glossing over with tears.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he pulls you to him in a hug. “This is the best gift ever. I love it so much.”

“Hey! What about my gift!” Sam exclaimed.

Bucky wipes his eyes before turning to his friend. “You got me a bottle of Fireball.”

“Yeah and that’s the best gift ever.”

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes before standing up. “It’s my turn now. I’ll be right back, I left it in the car.”

He left and came back within seconds. Bucky kept the gift behind his back as he made his way over to you. “Get up.”

You don’t say anything and stand up. He looks at you for a few seconds before handing you a bag. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You look at the bag, the word ‘Pandora’ displayed on it and your eyes widen. “James… This isn’t – no.”

He smiles. “Open it.”

You reach into the bag and pull out a box. You give Bucky one final look before opening the box, revealing a charm bracelet. “Bucky…”

He takes the charm bracelet and puts it on you. “This is why I got everyone something cheap,” he then turns to his friends. “Sorry.”

They all brush it off, watching the scene unfold in front of them.

“I used all of my money on this. The guys pitched in too.” he continued. “It was five hundred and fifteen dollars.”

You let out a sob as you stared at the bracelet dangling from your wrist. “Bucky… I – that’s so much money. You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” he responds. “You’re worth more than just five hundred and fifteen dollars but that’s really all I could afford and I didn’t want the guys to have to pitch in even more money than they already had.”

“This is really beautiful. Thank you.” you cried before wrapping your arms around him.

“Anything for you.” he mumbled into your hair. The hugs lasts until you stop crying and the two of you pull away. Bucky grabs your hand and lifts it up and with his other hand, he points to a charm.

“This anchor represents stability. You keep me stable. This angel wings locket I got was because it was… a locket and if you open it,” he opens the locket. “there’s a picture of me.” he smiles at you before continuing. “This key right here represents trust. I know I can always trust you and the same goes for you. You can trust me no matter what. This is just your star sign. It’s really pretty, huh?” you nod. “This clover is for luck, this snowflake heart says ‘you keep me warm’ because you really do and last but certainly not least, this charm is the rose from Beauty and the Beast. I remember you saying you’ve always wanted a rose like the one from Beauty and the Beast so… here you go.”

After explaining all the charms, Bucky slips his hands in his pockets. “I know there’s not many charms on it but as the years pass we can add on to it.”

“This is amazing Bucky. Thank you. I love it so much.” you smile before turning to the guys who were watching the two of you. “And thank you guys for helping.”

They all smile and Clint tells you it wasn’t a big deal. You turn back to Bucky and frown. “Now I feel like my gift was pathetic. You got me this nice charm bracelet and all I got you was a lousy photobook.”

“Hey,” Bucky placed his hand on your arm. “I love that photobook. You made it yourself.”

You break out into a smile, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. You couldn’t believe he had spent so much money on you. It was insane to even think about. He didn’t have to spend all that money, you would’ve been fine with anything really. Looking down at the charm bracelet, you wanted to cry again. It was so beautiful and each charm held meaning. Bucky picked out each charm for a reason.

You look up at Bucky again. “Merry Christmas, James.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he smiled.

You hadn’t realized how close the two of you were. Both of you were so lost in the moment, staring into each others eyes, you hadn’t noticed that you two were leaning in. Bucky’s eyes would flicker down to your lips while he licked his own. Your nose touched his and he turned his head a bit. Your lips nearly touched and they would have-

If only his phone hadn’t started ringing.

Bucky closes his eyes and sighs before backing away and taking his phone out from his pocket. “It’s Kristen.”

He answers it and put the phone up to his ear. Once you hear ‘hey baby’ come out of his mouth, you inhale sharply as your eyes started to fill with tears.

You watch Bucky excuse himself to the kitchen to have more privacy and once he’s gone, you book it upstairs to the bathroom.


A/N: here you goooooo. I hope you liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up :)

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Shiksa Goddess - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1136
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark
Warnings: there is so much fluff its cliche
Requested by anon
Clint and Nat making fun of reader and Pietro for being too cutesy and for being that annoyingly sweet couple that nobody can stand for free of getting cavities.
Authors Note: So the request did not ask for this to be a song imagine, but when I read annoyingly sweet I thought of this song, Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years- you can listen to it here! And I have done my research, Shiksa Goddess is a term used by Jewish people to describe non Jewish people, HOWEVER THIS IMAGINE DOES NOT ACTUALLY USE THE TERM SHIKSA GODDESS OR MAKE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION SO IT CAN BE READ BY ANYONE! I did not want to limit anyone or offend anyone so it was best to leave religion out of this, it is meerly just the song name :) (Sorry it has been so long without an imagine out, I’ve been really sick.)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, how’s your leg rash doing?” Natasha asked Clint as they walked around the base.

“Much better. It’s really annoying, though,” He groaned.

Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “If you were more careful and didn’t think you could slide on the grass and not get hurt, then you wouldn’t have gotten the rash.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clint shook his head.

Tony almost ran into the pair when he sped around the corner. After almost dropping his coffee all over the place, Natasha noticed how his eyes were bugging out. “Be warned. Do not eat food in the kitchen right now; you will only throw it up if you stay in there. Good luck,” Tony told them, and ran out of the way.

Clint and Natasha gave each other confused looks, unsure of what Tony meant. They figured he could be overreacting, as he usually does, and continued on their way.

It was later at night, so there was no surprise that there had been some drinking by many in the base. Clint and Natasha walked into the kitchen, that was connected to the common room, and found you sitting on the couch next to Pietro. It was obvious that you both had a bit to drink, as there were bottles on the table in front of you.

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Natural Sugar

Summary: I didn’t know that she is your daughter, I’m so sorry. I thought she lost and I invited her to my house. Then I realized your number hanging on her bag, and I calld you right away. But would you like to stay and drink a cup of coffee? Because you’re fucking hot.

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tooth-rotting one, swearing

Word Count: 1.960

A/N: Thanks a lot for the love on my first shot Underwear Crisis! I hope you like this one, too! Daddy Bucky is always a kink for me, enough said.

Part 2: In a Very Dark Coffee


Originally posted by little--batman

You looked around as you felt like someone was watching you. And then you noticed a little girl, walking aimlessly in the school’s park; her eyes were watching the road, like she was waiting for someone to come to pick her up. You furrowed your brows, you wondered, if she has a family. You’ve been working at this school almost two years now, but you can swear that you’ve never seen this gorgeous little lady before.

You took a deep breath as your feet making their ways to the girl. When you reached to the girl, you put your hand on her tiny shoulder, causing her to jump.

“Hey,” you said. “Are you okay?” The girl sniffed, you realized that she had been crying all the time. Fat tears rolling on her pink cheeks, making her beautiful green eyes shine with tears. You felt a heaviness on your chest and reached out to her to cup her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” You asked her with a soothing voice. She sniffed again but didn’t answer. “Come here.” You grabbed her by the shoulders and embraced her. “Where are your parents? Is there someone to pick you up?”

This time, she nodded. “My daddy…” She said but tears rolled again, making her gasp. You rubbed her back, trying to calm her down, so she can speak with you more easily. “He said that he was gonna come.” She sniffed again. You dug your hand to your purse, pulling out a tissue for her. She took the tissue and murmured a broken thanks.

“Why don’t you come with me?” You offered. “We can call your dad when we got to my apartment.” You showed the sky. “You can’t wait under the rain.” She looked at you, her eyes was calculating you and your offer. She nodded, after a couple of minutes.

“Okay,” she said. She was only trusting you because you were working at her school and she was kind of admiring you. You were a pretty good artist for her, and she had always loved your drawings and your students’ drawings. You were a good teacher. “Okay,” she said again. You smiled warmly at her, got up to your feet and held out your hand to her.

“Come on, then,” you said while she was taking your hand and squeezing a little. “What’s your name?” You asked.

“Natasha,” she said. “But my daddy calls me Natka.” Rebecca smiled as she was talking about her father. Your smile got bigger. She really loves her father so much, it was very obvious.

“Nice to meet you, Natasha, I’m Y/N.” She smiled at you, her few front teeth were no place to found. “Such a lovely smile you have!” You commented her and watched her cheeks slowly painted to a cute pink color.

“Thank you, Miss,” she said shyly. You laughed wholeheartedly and helped her get into your car. You buckled her seatbelt and walked around your car to sit your own seat.

“Are you okay?” You asked her, looking into her eyes through the mirror. She nodded, there was still a small, warm smile on her lips. “Let’s go!” You said and started the engine.


“I love hot chocolate!” Natasha exclaimed as you offered her a drink and gave her a few options to choose. You gigled at her reaction.

“Hot chocolate, then!” You said, turned around to making her hot chocolate. “Natasha, can you bring me your bag? We should call your father, he must be wondered about where have you been.” Natasha nodded furiosly and ran into the living room. You laughed quietly, she was fire, it was very obvious.

“Here, Miss Y/N!” She held out her school bag. You dryed your hands, put the hot chocolate filled cup in front of her and took the bag. Opening few zippers and looking small place for a phone number, you found it in her drawing book.

“I didn’t know you have some good drawings!” You exclaimed as your eyes cathing one of her drawings. It was very good, the lines and colors were right on the point and it was making the drawing perfect. “Wow,” you said with an awe expression on your face. But you remembered her father and closed her book, garbbing the little piece of paper that has her father’s number on. You quickly dialed the number and waited for him to take the call.

“Hello?” A baritone, deep voice accepted the call. You blinked for a few times.

“Uhm, is this James Barnes?” You asked for a clarification.

“Yes? Is this about some new client? I’m full right now and I have things to do, like finding my little daughter in this goddamn city.” He sounded angry and sad at a time. You felt your heart broken about how scared he must be.

“Uh, it’s actually about your daughter, Mr. Barnes,” you said slowly. You heard a break noise and few horns.

“Is she okay?!” He exclaimed. You swallowed.

“Yes!” You said in a hurry to calm him down. “Yes, she is perfectly fine, drinking a hot chocolate.” Your ears picked a relived breath sound and your heartbeat slowed down a little bit. “I can give you the address for you picking her up.”

“Ye–yeah, that’d be great. Shit, I was freaking out about where the fuck she have been.” He murmured quietly but you heard. You gave him the address.

“It was raining and I just couldn’t leave her there alone.” You heard a quiet chuckle from the otherside, your stomach filled with butterflies with the sound –but you ignored it.

“Yeah, she has that ability to mesmerize people by just looking a little lost. Thank you, though. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He closed the phone, when you said okay and you turned Natasha, who was playing with the few marshmellows on her hot chocolate.

“He said that he is gonna be here in ten minutes,” you told Natasha. “I’m just gonna change my clothes and come back, okay?” Natasha nodded and you ran off to your room. You got rid of the pen skirt that you had been wearing whole day and the blouse that hanging too loose on your shoulders. You felt relived when you were walking back to the kitchen.

And that’s when you heard the doorbell ring. Your heart skipped a beat for a second, and your brain wondered about his look. You made your way to your door while Natasha ran out off from the kitchen. You opened the door while you were –kind of– yelling her.

“Slow down! You’re gonna hurt yourself!” But, girl, did Natasha listen.

Папа!” She yelled and jumped onto the person at the door. Bucky hugged Natasha tightly.

“Hey, Коmенок,” Bucky murmured into her neck and looked right into your eyes.

And that’s when your world stopped spinning. Shit, you thought. Shit, this man is fucking gorgeous. His middle-lenght, dark brown hair was tucked behind his ears, five o’closk shadow stubble was covering his chin and part of his cheeks, but girl, it doesn’t hide his lips. They were sinful looking, plumpy and covered in some shade of pink. You swallowed hard and smiled at him a little forcefully. He pulled himself out of Natasha.

“Thank you for took care of her. I was stuck at the traffic and missed her time.” He shookt his head, a few locks freeing theirselves from behind his ears. His long, graceful fingers tucked them back at their places.

“I-It’s okay,” you managed. “We had fun.” You shrugged. Natasha nodded.

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “Miss Y/N and I had fun Папа!” Bucky laughed at his daughter’s excitement. You joined him and giggled quietly.

“Yeah, she look like a funny person,” Bucky said as his eyes were traveling head to toe on you. You felt your cheeks started to heating up and looked down. “But it’s time to go, come on get your bag.” He said as he was putting Natasha down. Your head snapped up at him, trying to find an excuse for him to stay more.

“Uh… It’s gonna rain heavily, why don’t you guys stay a little more? :It says that rain is gonna stop in a couple hours.” You offered to him.

Папа? Please? Can we stay a little more? I don’t wanna go hom just yet!” Natasha popped her redhead out of your back, her little hand clinging tightly on your comfy sweatpant.

Котенок, let’s go,” Bucky said in a stern tone. His eyes turned at to you. “Thank you but we should reall–“ A thunder growled behind him and the rain started to fall down to the earth roughly. “We should really stay inside, I think,” he continued his words with a different way. You giggled.

“Told you so,” you retorted. He shookt his head as he was laughing.

“I thınk we can stay a little more, yes,” he answered your question. Natasha giggled with the victory. You and Bucky both laughed at her. You turned to him.

“Coffee, Mr. Barnes?” He looked into your eyes intimately. You shivered under his piercing icy blue eyes.

“Yes, please,” he said. “And it’s Bucky, Mr. Barnes makes me feel old somehow and I’m just 32 years old for God’s sake.” You laughed at his words. He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, then, Mr. Barnes, this way.” He threw you a bitch-face and made you laugh a little harder. But there was a smile on his gorgeous lips.

“Seriously?” he asked. You shrugged playfully. He rolled his eyes again, knowing that you are going to conitnue this until he made you shut up about it.

“Any sugar to your coffee, Mr. Barnes?” You asked him, your eyes were shining amusement. Bucky smirked at you, checking around for Natasha with a quick glance, he turned his playfull-smirk into a devilish-smirk.

“Just put a little you in it, that’d be enough for me.” He teased with you. You froze at his words, almost knocking over the coffee pot in your hand. “Because I like my coffee with natural sugar in it, and I’m sure you’re one of them.”

“Really?” You whisper shouted at him. “Natasha is around, you know.” You reminded him with a roll in your eyes. Grabbing the two coffee glasses and putting them on the table.

“She won’t be after one and a half an hour later,” he said, shrugging. “She never skips a minute about her bed time.” He winked at you. You opened your mouth for somewhat respond but Natasha barged into the kitchen, with pens and her drawing book in her little hands.

“Miss Y/N can you teach me draw?” she asked you innocently. You looked at Bucky first, just to find hi smirking at you devilishly, and then you turned your eyes to Natasha.

“Sure, honey,” you said to her with a huge smile on your face. “Let’s leave your daddy in here, by himself and we have fun inside.”

“Okay!” Natasha said and ran into the living room. You got up to your feet and got ready to pass him.

Enjoy yourself, Mr. Barnes,” you said to him and left him there, and followed Natasha into your livining room. Bucky laughed at himself.

You were in trouble but the trouble he is in it right now, is bigger than yours. And he was okay with that.


*Папа: Dad
*Котенок: Kitten

Is That Her?

Prompt: Hi! Your writing is amazing x)! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot where Steve and the reader are dating and they’re both heroes but they don’t realize the other person is a hero, if that makes sense, and they only find out the other is a hero when they’re working together to fight a common enemy. Thank you so much if you do decide to write this :)

So I did it a little differently than the prompt asks, but I did my best! Hope you like it  xxsound-and-silencexx

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“I can’t, Nick. I have a date tonight!”

Nick Fury lets out an exasperated huff, “I don’t really care what you have planned. You are a SHIELD asset and I need you at SHIED. I’m going to introduce you to the Avengers. Your skills are going to be needed on their next mission”

You let out a huff and debate on just hanging up on him, but eventually decide against it, “Fine. I’ll cancel my date, but next time I want at least 24 hour notice. You know that I hate last minute shit”

“You aren’t in the place to demand anything, Sparrow”

“Funny, Patchy. I think it’s you who can’t demand anything of me. I’ve already paid back my debts to SHIELD. I’m only a contractor at this point” You snap. You hate it when Fury forgets that you’re a private contractor now. Your SHELD days are officially over, but sometimes Fury will call in a favor to try and get you back on the payroll.

You can almost hear Fury grit his teeth, “You were one of SHIELD’s greatest assets. I would greatly appreciate it if you would come in this afternoon”

“And?”

This time Fury does growl, “I will endeavor to give you more notice and not interfere with your plans”

“And?”

“I apologize for the short notice”

“Thank you! God! It’s like pulling teeth to get an apology out of you!”

“Be here at 1800 … please”

You roll your eyes, “I’ll be there, but I’m not wearing my suit, and I don’t want them to either. I’m not doing the whole pissing contest thing with a bunch of spies, super soldiers, and geniuses”

“Done”

“Good. I’ll make sure I’m there, and I swear that if I get stopped by security again I won’t be as nice as I was last time.”

“Understood, Sparrow. I will give them fair warning”

“Goodbye, Director”

Once you hang up with Fury, you quickly put in a call to your date, Stevie. The two of you had met on an online dating site and had instantly clicked. He was on because his friends thought that if he met someone it would help him get reintegrated into society, and you were on because it was difficult to look for dates while being a superhero. The two of you talk every day, both over the phone and video chats, but had never met in person, today was supposed to be that day. Now though, you would have to cancel.

Stevie picks up on the first ring, “Hey, Y/N! I was actually about to call you.”

You can’t help but smile, “Oh really, couldn’t wait for tonight?”

He chuckles, “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, doll. I’m afraid that I have to cancel. Something came up at work, and I’ll be there until late”

Letting out a breathy chuckle you close your eyes in relief. You really hate to cancel plans, and now you won’t feel guilty, “That’s fine, babe. It’s actually what I was gonna say too. An old boss of mine needs my help tonight”

Stevie chuckles, “Well at least I don’t have to feel guilty for canceling! We’ll just have to reschedule out date”

“Yeah, Stevie we definitely will! I’ll text you after my meeting tonight, alight?”

“Alright, doll. I’ll talk to you later. I really am sorry that we can’t go on out date tonight”

“You’ll just have to make it up to me then, won’t you?”

“Of course, doll”

“Bye, Stevie”

“Bye, Y/N”

You stroll into SHIELD at 1555, and make your way to Fury’s office. “Hey, Nick!”

Fury is standing by his desk, “You are late”

Checking your watch you smirk, “Not late. You said that the meeting is at 1600, it’s 1558, technically I’m early”

Fury just rolls his eyes, “Let’s go. The Avengers are waiting for us”

You smirk and fall is beside Fury, “So what is their next mission?”

“We need to track down the last of HYDRA, and the files on the Winter Soldier. I need you’re ties with HYDRA to do that”

Immediately you freeze, “No. I told you that I will never infiltrate HYDRA again. Last time I did that they captured and tortured me, not again.”

Nick stops and turns to look at you, “Their mission is at the base where you were captured. You have intimate knowledge of the areas and layout of the facility that they will need if they are going to be successful in their mission. I would like you accompany them, but at the very least I need you to be on the comms with them”

“I’ll be on the comms with them, but I just … I can’t go in there again, Nick”

He places a hand on your shoulder, “I may be an asshole, Y/N, but I would never hurt any of my assets on purpose.”

You nod stiffly, “I know. Now” You shake off the phantom pain from your time in the HYDRA facility, “Let’s go meet your newest pet project”

As soon as you walk into the conference room you freeze, “Stevie?”

He looks up, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help the Avengers on their next mission”

Suddenly two men lean toward Stevie, “Is that her?”

From their voices, they sound like Sam and Bucky, who are constantly shouting the background whenever you’re video chatting with Steve. “Yeah, that’s Y/N” Steve turns back to you, “I didn’t know you worked for SHIELD”

“I’m a private contractor, actually. Nick just calls me in when he needs my help, and on this particular mission I think I’ll be of use to you guys”

Fury steps forward, “Yes. This is Y/N, code name Sparrow …”

Suddenly a blond man shoots up in his chair, Clint, your mind supplies, “No way! You’re a legend here! The only one to survive …”

“As I was saying, she will be providing inside information on HYDRA facility that is known to have the last information on Project Rebirth and on the Winter Soldier”

The only other woman present, who you assume is Natasha Romanoff speaks up, “Why do we need her? James was a HYDRA asset for 70 years, why can’t we just use his knowledge?”

Fury locks his one eye on her, “Y/N has an intimate knowledge of this particular facility, and according to the files we have the Winter Soldier was never brought there.”

Steve is still staring at you, assessing you, “Why do you have such an intimate knowledge of this facility?”

You tense, but Nick steps in, talking quietly, “You don’t have to tell them”

“No, I do” You square your shoulders and look up, meeting Steve’s eyes, “One year ago, on my last SHIELD mission, I was sent to infiltrate and steal top secret HYDRA files. Unfortunately, my handler at the time was a HYDRA spy, and gave away my position. I was captured and tortured for three months before SHIELD was able to figure out what happened. By the time I was rescued, I had valuable information on the layout of the HYDRA base. The others that were captured with me … they didn’t make it. I tried to keep the scientist’s attentions on me, but sometimes the experiments they would run on me, would have a different effect on the others. So yes, Agent Barton, I am the only one to survive in Croatia, and no, that isn’t something that I’m proud of”

Everyone is quiet when you finish your explanation, Fury is the one to speak up, “I’ll leave you here, Y/N, to get to know your new team. Tony has already said that you can stay at his tower in order to get to know everyone”

You stiffen, “That is a very kind offer, Mr. Stark. However, I have my own apartment”

“You will be staying in Avengers Tower. I want you all to be running smoothly by the end of the week. You can’t do that if you stay in your apartment”

“Director …”

“No arguments. SHIELD is currently your employer, and this is part of your mission parameters.”

“Fine”

The Avengers look on, amused, and Tony has been surprisingly silent through the whole thing. You wonder if he actually offered you a place to stay, or is he was ordered to house you.

Once Fury leaves you turn back to face the Avengers, “I promise that you don’t have to let me stay at the tower. I really do have my own place. I don’t want to encroach on any of your space, and I know that having a stranger stay in your home is not fun”

Tony waves away your concern, “I have an entire floor for guests, so it’s fine. Anyway …” Suddenly he smirks, “so you’re the girl who has Capsicle all hot and bothered.”

“Tony!”

Steve’s protests are waved off, “I also know that this is the first time you’re seeing him in person. So did you know that the guy you met online is Captain America?”

You let out a chuckle, “I didn’t actually! That’s usually something that comes up on the first date, and we haven’t managed to have one of those yet”

Steve chuckles, “At least I don’t have to worry about you only dating me because I’m Captain America”

Bucky snorts, “Don’t get cocky, punk. You still haven’t actually sealed a date with the girl”

Steve snorts, “Jerk.” Then he turns to look at you, “Will you take a walk with me?”

“Oh no!” Sam shouts, “Don’t try and run away now!”

Steve flushes red, and you can’t help but wonder how far down that blush goes. Pulling your head out of the gutter, you toon back into the conversation. “Sam, I don’t want to put her on the spot! Y/N …”

“Will you go on a date with me?” You interrupt, “After the mission of course”

Steve stares at you in shock, “Y-Yeah. Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you”

You grin, “Good! Now that that’s settled maybe you guys can show me the tower? If I’m gonna be living there I need a tour, and to go get my stuff by tonight”

Everyone gets up, officially introduces themselves, and you all head out and make your way to the tower. Steve hesitantly takes your hand as you walk to the cars, and you smile up at him happily. As you watch the Avengers playfully shove each other and joke around, you have a feeling that you’re really gonna like working with this band of misfits.

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Ocean Soldier (Part 3 out of ?)

(A/N): Haaaaa, this one is so bad and it changed perspective between (Y/N) and Bucky a lot so I’m so sorry about that…

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

    You were frozen with shock, your face completely numb as Bucky speaks his first words to you.

   His blue eyes bore into yours and you swear you can see a smudge of guilt in them, or perhaps that was your wishful thinking.

   “B-Bucky,” Your voice shakes so much you can barely get the words out but Bucky’s soft coos gently begin to soothe you, enough to the point your tears began to dry and your breathing evened out and you could finally speak properly.

   Even with your now calmer state, the dry cheeks, the steady breaths, Bucky keeps his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently swiping along your skin.

   “Where did you go?” You ask softly, not so brokenly anymore, just sad and distraught.

   “I-I panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I-I shouldn’t even be here right now, it’s against the rules and-”

   “Bucky, you’re not making any sense,” You look at him with furrowed brows and a cocked head, showing your confusion. Bucky sighs gently, the cuts on his neck puffing in and out as he does so.

   “(Y/N) I can’t keep visiting you, it’s dangerous, for both of us. That’s why I was so scared the first day, the day you rescued me. I’m not even supposed to be by the docks, much less caught in a net. I was afraid someone of my cove was going to come and-”

   “wait…a cove? Like a- like a cove of a fish?”

   “I’ve said too much already…” Bucky’s hand slides from your face, leaving you feeling more hallow and alone than you had felt in a long time. “I should’ve just stayed away-”

   “Bucky wait-” You slide to the end of the dock, desperately trying to cling onto him. “Where are you going?”

   “I can’t tell you…you know too much already-”

   “Bucky I hardly know a thing-”

   “They’ll hurt you if they find out I’ve been up here?”

   “Who’s ‘they’?”

   “(Y/N), I really cant stay-”

   “Bucky please don’t leave me-” You stop short when suddenly two hands cup your cheeks, the same slimy, cold ones that you had grown to love but what truly takes you off guard was the fact there was another pair of lips pressed to yours. Bucky was kissing you. He was finally kissing you.

   His lips were soft, wet, cold, but they were oh so perfect, they felt like they were made to fit directly with yours, like two pieces of a puzzle.

   You sigh against his lips, scooting a little closer as his lips move against yours so sweetly and so softly you could almost weep but before you could Bucky was pulling away and disappearing into the water once again, leaving you all alone.

   You sit there dumbfounded for a few minutes, staring a the spot he had just disappeared to but no matter how much you stared at it you simply couldn’t make sense of what had just happened. A man you had known for a total of three weeks just kissed you after he went on and on about how dangerous it was to even be talking to you, and then suddenly he disappears again? You hadn’t seen him in three fucking weeks, he shows up for a minute and then leaves again? You groan angrily as you flip back against the dock, staring up at the sky as tears burn at your eyes. Only this time you knew that a certain dark haired man wasn’t going to show up to wipe them away.


(Bucky’s p.o.v)

   Bucky watched from afar as (Y/N) packed up their things, angrily wiped their tears and stomped away, limping on their still shredded feet. He felt horrible, of course he did. He’d grown to love- no, not love, love wasn’t permitted among his kind, only survival and lust- he’d grown to care for (Y/N) very deeply and to see them so hurt over something he had done truly hurt him. Watching them those three weeks was absolute hell, he could barely stand to watch from a distance, to watch them sing and play whatever they had been playing, to watch them give up on drawing, to watch them slowly lose that smile they always held. He had to do something- he had to apologize, tell them what was wrong-

   “Bucky-” A sudden voice hisses to him, making the merman flip around.

   Floating just a few feet beyond him was the all too familiar face of Natasha, the most cutthroat fish in the sea. Nat was a part of his cove, as was a number of other mercreatures, but she by far was the scariest. Not even Steve, the leader and commander of the cove was as fear inducing as Nat.

   “What the hell are you doing up here?” Her gills fluttered as she breathed in angrily, making her much more intimidating than usual.

   “Nothing,” Bucky whispers back, hoping that she wouldn’t notice that he was lying.

   “Rogers will kill you if he finds you up here, it’s broad fucking daylight,”

   “I know that Nat, Bucky mutters through gritted fangs, restraining himself just enough so he didn’t end up ripping Nat’s throat to pieces.

   "What if someone sees you? What then?”

   “I know Nat, I just needed some air, I’m still human after all,”

   “Yeah,” Nat mutters in disgust. “I know. Now lets get going before Steve has both of our asses,” Natasha sucks under the water, her shimmering red tail surfacing from the water for only a moment before disappearing back under the rippling waves.

   “Neither of us even have asses,” Bucky grumbles as he takes one last look at the docks, at the place he once used to be happy. He’d find a way to apologize to (Y/N)- he just needed time.


(Your point of view)

   You knew coming back to the docks was wishful thinking, Bucky had told you he wouldn’t be coming back and yet every morning you found yourself drawn to the same dock.

   For weeks, much longer than the precious three, you rose at sunrise and came down to the docks, sat on your designated piece of wood and waited. You’d sing, draw, maybe read a little bit but no matter what you did Bucky never came back. You even tried at night and still there was no sign of your friend. After weeks of waiting you were starting to lose hope again, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto those last glimmers of it it was just slipping away.

   At this point it was pointless to even wait for Bucky anymore, it was obvious we was never coming back and yet you kept on coming. Perhaps your persistence would pay off in the end? Maybe Bucky really would come back, he’d apologize and explain why he’d left and then the two of you would go back to being Friends? You scoffed as you walked down the docks for who knows what time. Wishful thinking hadn’t gotten you anywhere so far so why should it suddenly start now-

   Your train of thought stops immediately as you stop at your dock, the dock. You didn’t know what you were expecting but a large, white seashell most definitely wasn’t it. You furrow your brows as you stoop to pick the shell up; It was shiny, pearly white, and absolutely gorgeous. You smile softly as you run your fingers along it’s smooth layers, nearly shivering at it’s cold temperature. It must have just come out of the ocean- You stop once again, looking down at the shell in shock. There was only one person who could have done this; Bucky.

   You knew it was a long shot but you couldn’t help but think that your ocean loving friend had left a little present for you. You smile as you hold the shell close to your heart, being careful not to break it.

   “Thank you Bucky,” you whisper to the ocean, hoping your dark haired friend could hear you and it may have been your imagination but you could’ve sworn your heard the ocean whisper back, “You’re welcome,” From that day on every time you came to the docks there was a little prize waiting for you, a pearl here, some cool knickknack there, maybe a plant of some sort another day.

   That’s when your truly knew it was Bucky, who else was considerate enough to Leave little trinkets for you to find, no one.

   Your collection was really starting to grow, you’d been accumulating quite a bit of sea treasures form your mysterious friend. You did feel a bit guilty, he kept bringing you all these amazing gifts and yet you had nothing to give him. You could draw him something, maybe write him a song, bake him some food, anything would suffice. You thought about it for a bit as you sat on the dock on particular day, listening to soft waves of the ocean as you plucked at some strings on your guitar.

   Your parents had always had some more- eccentric kind if foods. Perhaps you could bake him a little something and bring it by, that is if the gulls and fishes didn’t get to it first. You smile victoriously as you pack your guitar up, a new kind of determination running through your veins. Millions of ideas raced through your mind as you walked back home, perhaps a nice bread, maybe some form of desert or pasta? You figured it had to be something that didn’t spoil easily, something that could withstand the poor beach temperatures.

   An idea came to mind and you smiled as you scurried home, wasting no time in baking your little surprise.


(Bucky’s point of view)

   Bucky looked up at the rippling water, the sun shimmering through the deep blue. He missed the surface- he missed having legs, being able to walk around, eat natural foods, he missed being able to interact with a species that wasn’t so vicious. Bucky sighs, or sighs as well he could as a mermaid could in the ocean. His lungs burned slightly as he tried to breathe in, as he hated to remind everyone, he was still partly human.

   Years ago, back in the 1940’s he had been a soldier for the US military and one day a mission ended up going poorly and he found himself stranded in the middle of the ocean. He was freezing, his crew was dead, he was the only one left, just floating in an endless expanse of hell. Luckily (or so he thought at the time) a blonde haired man came to save him (again, or so he thought at the time). The man had looked so kind, with blue eyes and a warm smile but Bucky quickly realized that it was no warm smile, it was full of hunger and malice but before he could truly find time to be scared the man pounced upon him and dragged him down below.

   There was a sharp sting in his neck and Bucky realized that the deranged man was biting him, he was fucking biting him. He remembered struggling but the man was far stronger, he kept on dragging Bucky down until he couldn’t breathe, until his lungs ached and burned, until he thought he was going to die of the pressure.

   His world was slowly fading to black, he could see the sea above him slowly fading, he could feel his entire body go numb but just as his body was close to giving in to the comforting dark everything suddenly snapped back to life. He could suddenly breathe, he could see the rippling sea and the pieces of wreckage floating above, he could see the blonde man swimming, no, floating, beside him except Bucky quickly realized that it was no man. Not a single man Bucky had ever met had a tail and yet this man did. It was shimmering silver, just like his eyes; It was long and thick, just like he was and it gently flicked back and forth through the water, helping the man float. Then Bucky remembered looking down at his own body and seeing a tail just like the man’s only blue, shimmering blue. That’s how Bucky came to be what he was today, some kind of ocean freak. Only there was one small setback, he was still partly human.

   Steve, the mermaid that day, hadn’t bitten him correctly, leaving some wiggle room for his human form to creep back in. That meant that at any given moment he could change back into a human. He had wanted to do it a billion times but every time he so much thought about it his cove would threaten him into staying, they’d intimidate him, beat him some more, make threats that sent shivers down his spine. In the end he decided it wasn’t worth it to try and be human once again. Since he was a mutt, as so gently put by the Cove’s second in command; Sam, He wasn’t like the other mercreatures, they were pure breads, he was a mutt, a filthy piece of bottom feeder scum who amounted to nothing in sea life.

   Other members of his cove often liked to remind him of the fact that he was partly human, that he was a disgrace to their cove. They treated him poorly, he was abused, starved, left to fend for himself half the time. His cove hated him, the people who had damned him to this life hated him. (Y/N) had never hate him, never treated him poorly, they made him feel wanted and safe, they made him feel like he mattered. They were sad for fucks sake when he disappeared, that’s more than his cove had ever amounted to.

   (Y/N) was something special, that’s why he couldn’t be with them, that’s why he had to stay away. If anyone from his cove found out that he was talking with a surface dweller it would be the end of them, and it’d be all his fault. He couldn’t risk losing (Y/N), he’d do anything to keep them safe, even if that meant going against his every instinct and leaving them alone. Thankfully he had some way of staying connected with them, the little prizes he left them every night. (Y/N) still came to the dock every morning even though Bucky had stopped coming. Every morning they’d stop, smile at the small gifts he’d leave them, then utter a quiet “thank you” to the ocean and every damn time Bucky would respond with an equally quiet “You’re welcome.”

   Bucky’s grip unconsciously gripped the small necklace he held in his hand, the next gift he had for (Y/N). It was his dog tags, the ones from the war. They had his name printed on them, his position, and his number. It was the only thing he had of his old self but he wanted (Y/N) to have it, they’d benefit from it more than he ever would.

   Bucky’s eyes roamed up to the watery sky, it was almost pitch black but luckily he could see as though it were broad daylight, one perk to being a merman. It was night, maybe midnight or sometime later. It was illogical that anyone would be out at such a time but as Bucky rose to the surface, his head popping up from the dark depths he was more than surprised to see someone sitting on the docks; aka (Y/N).

   Bucky bit his lip as he surveyed them, shivering, a blanket of some sort wrapped tightly around their body. Soft lights twinkled around their body and it was impossible for him not to swim closer. He knew he shouldn’t have, he had just told them he couldn’t ever return and yet he found himself venturing closer and closer until suddenly his webbed hands were upon the dock and he was staring up at (Y/N)’s face.

   “You came back,” (Y/N) whispers, almost in disbelief if Bucky thought about it. Bucky nods softly, biting his lip as he stared at the dock sheepishly.

   “I wanted to thank you for the gifts,” (Y/N) suddenly smiles, a smile Bucky had longed to see for weeks, nearly months. Bucky smiles softly, his pale, wet cheeks dusting a soft pink.

   “Did you like them?” He asks quietly, meekly.

   “I loved- love them, especially that shell,” Bucky smiles, his blush only growing.

   “I thought of you when you found it. I remember thinking how beautiful it was, just like you,” Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to blush, their cheeks dusting a rather dark red.

   “Really?” Bucky nods, smiling softly at the fact that he- a filthy human as stated by his cove- was able to make (Y/N) blush and smile.

   “I never thought I’d get the chance to tell you in person…” Bucky whispers as he stares at his hands, at the web in between his fingers.

   “I think you’re beautiful too,” (Y/N) whispers back, their tone soft and full of a kind of fondness that Bucky hasn’t experienced in years. Bucky looks up from the dock, his eyes wide and full of surprise.

   “You really think so?” (Y/N) nods, smiling at Bucky in a way that had his stomach up in knots. “From the moment I laid eyes on you,” Bucky could feel his entire face heat up, straight to the tip of his pointed ears. (Y/N) thought Bucky was beautiful, the most amazing thing he’d ever laid eyes on thought he was beautiful.

   (Y/N) looks to their hands, biting their lip as a wide smile threatened to overtake their features. Bucky had distracted them so much they had almost forgot about the “gift” they had brought him. Almost.

   “But um- I wanted to thank you for the gifts by giving you one of my own,” (Y/N) slides a plate of something towards Bucky, smiling at him gently. “Unfortunately I don’t have any cool little knick knacks like you do but I sure as hell can cook so I figured why not bake you something?” Bucky looks at the plate of food longingly; it’d been so long since he had a proper human meal and since he was the weakest link in the cove he was rarely ever fed so having something so tantalizing placed just a few feet before him was pure torture. “I wanted something simple so I just made some fish. I uh- I hope you eat fish…”

   “Wait…I’m allowed to eat this?” (Y/N) chuckles softly, nodding their head once again.

   “Yes Bucky, I made them for you,”

   “…It’s really okay?”

   “Yes Bucky,” (Y/N) nudges the plate closer. “It’s really okay,” (Y/N) gives Bucky a reassuring smile as he reaches a webbed hand out to the plate, casting one more glance at (Y/N) before gingerly picking a cooked fish up. It looked…different from how he remembered but god- he wanted to eat it so fucking bad. He raised it to his lips and took a tentative little bite. Almost immediately flavor burst in his mouth, something he hadn’t had the pleasure of eating in years (the sea didn’t offer many spices). A soft moan of delight pushed past his lips as he took another bite and another and another until all the fish was gone.

   “Does it taste okay?”

   “Oh my god yes,” Bucky moans, nodding immediately. “I haven’t had food like that in years,” (Y/N) smiles victoriously, proud of their own little accomplishment.

   “Tomorrow I’ll have to bring you some other food, that is, if you’re still here…”

   “With cooking like this hell yeah I’m coming back,” (Y/N) smiles and laughs, making Bucky’s heart warm within his chest.

   “Glad I’ve persuaded you to stay, I’ve really missed you,”

   “I’ve- I’ve missed you too…” Bucky whispers as he licks his lips, looking up at (Y/N) with a fond look in his eyes.

    “I’m sorry I scared you away…hopefully the food makes up for my mistake,”

   “no, it was my fault really, I shouldn’t have left so abruptly, I should’ve given you an explanation first.”

   “Was it-” (Y/N) sighs, looking at their hands as they do. Their mood had immediately dropped, going from happy and bubbly to nervous and remorseful. “Was it because if what I asked?” Bucky knew it was coming. He knew sooner or later he was going to have answer their question. He was constantly in the water, he had gills for fucks sake, he was surprised (Y/N) hadn’t asked earlier but now they were and this time he had to tell the truth.

   (Y/N) was the only person- both on land and sea- who treated him well, it was time he started doing the same. Bucky nods softly, casting his gaze down towards his webbed hands.

   “I’m so sorry Bucky- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,”

   “No,” Bucky whispers, interrupting (Y/N) before they could say anything else. “The answer to your question is no,” (Y/N) falls silent for a moment, obviously taken aback by Bucky’s intrusion. It takes a few moments for it to click but when it does (Y/N)’s eyes widen and their lips part in shock. They gently clear their throat, closing their lips and blinking a bit to compose themself.

   “Can you- can you tell me what you are then? You don’t have to answer, I don’t want to scare you off again-” No. Bucky needed to tell the truth. He needed someone to know who he was, what he was, what had happened to him, he needed to let someone in, he needed to stop hiding and he needed to start telling the truth.

   Bucky sighed, opened his mouth to answer but before he could the water around him became frantic, as though swarmed with a million fishes. The water crashed against the dock wildly, making it impossible to see a single thing. Bucky ducked under the water, in. No mood for the waves to smack him against the dock. The strange thing was underneath the water he could barely see a thing either, the sea was dark and murky for once and it was impossible to even see his own hands. Eventually the waves settled and Bucky rose back to the surface, shaking his wet hair out of his face.

   “(Y/N), are you okay?” Bucky asked as his eyes adjusted to the not murky atmosphere. He squinted as he looked around, trying to spot his land walking friend only there was a problem; they were no longer there. The waves had settled and when they had (Y/N) was no longer sitting on the dock….


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Hate To Break It To You

Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning:  Swearing?

A/N: Something I found in my saved files, since I’m working on a few things I figured I would post this. It’s probably crap, but enjoy it. Hahaha.

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Originally posted by undercoverfandoms


“Oh please Steve, come with me.” You bat your eyes, poking out your bottom lip pleading with him. “Don’t make me go alone.” You smirk at him as he sighs shaking his head trying to not laugh at you. You’re leaning over the bench press watching Steve deadlift, your eyes travel over his biceps pausing momentarily taking in their glory and size, before breaking eye contact in hopes Steve didn’t catch you gawking.

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Chameleon [part 3]

Synopsis: [still in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Preview: Part 1; Part 2; Masterlist

A/N: A lovely reader contacted me last night to know if she could be part of my tag list. I didn’t have one but because of her, I thought maybe other people wanted to be tagged on the following chapters. So if you are interested in making part of my readers list, let me know. 


“Have you ever been in a fight?” Natasha tied her hair in a pony tale such thing she only did when training. Letting her hair down was her thing and everybody knew that.

“A couple of times.” you replied. “But I’ve been in several car chases, so don’t go start of thinking I’m a total inexperienced.” Natasha gave you a half smile because she knew you were being comic. It was the type of line she could imagine herself saying with the same tone you used but not everybody would get her humour. 

It was your first day at the gym with Natasha and you could consider yourself excited for what was to come. You had to admit that you were afraid of pissing her off with your lack of fighting skills. As you told Steve before, you were more of a strategist. Getting physical would be your last option in whatever situation. 

“Come on, show me what you can do.” agent Romanoff expected to see your best moves, total force and impact. She really wanted to have at least one reason to like you, to accept you. 

“What do you mean? You want me to just… like… go?” you had no more time to discuss your questions, next thing you saw was Natasha attacking you and you really did not want to get hit by her. 

You tried dodging her fists, but this woman could really take you down so easily. She was just giving you some beginners level of training and you already failed. She stopped her moves and watched as you panted with your back bent down and your hands on your knees. “What the hell?!”

You got up and Natasha waited so you could take a breath before she attacked you again. She was getting entertained, yes, but she wanted you to succeed and survive this first day like a real woman, like an avenger. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” again you came up with questions and so far this was being the longest dialogue you had since you got there. Natasha smiled. Your mind was only now questioning if tomorrow you would wake up to be alive or just have been gone to heaven after this training session. 

“Don’t be a chicken, Y/N. If you are here, if you are going to stay, there are things you must get through. This is just the beginning.” her crossed arms were now positioned as she would start round two, you got up quickly to your best posture and tried imitating her. “Ready?”

Hell no. You didn’t want to break your whole skeleton that morning but hey, you had a better plan. It would compromise the low profile you wanted to keep, but if you really wanted to blend in the group, to fit in as you had thought last night, you had to start making your moves. Sooner or later this would happen, right? Right. 

“Hell yeah.”

Natasha who was on the other side of the gym, took your last words as fuel to run towards you and do what she thought would be best, teach you how incredibly awesome were her moves and you had to at least learn one third of them until your first mission. 

But barely knew Natasha that you had other things in mind. Why learning them if you could only copy everything? Sounded weird if you wanted to say it out loud, but there was where your low profile got ruined and you used your mutant powers to copy Natasha’s DNA in mere seconds just before she threw her first punch and you dodged as if the real Natasha would do. 

“What the f-” she took a look on your face that looked just like her own. The perfect replica, better than any twin could ever look like the other. Agent Romanoff got interrupted by your grasp on her arms that made her spin around and get on her knees. She then found herself in the weirdest situation ever, having to fight against herself, it was’t Y/N anymore. 

Her legs swung to the sides dropping you in an amusing way to the floor. She got out of your grasp seeing an opportunity to go on top of you and just hold you down the way she knew you couldn’t get away. Well, at least she thought Y/N couldn’t get away. “What is that? What the hell is that, Y/N!?”

She screamed at you, she was completely confused so you decided to go back to your own skin, leaving Natasha’s DNA stored in your brain. The transformation was so fast and done kind of magically that under Natasha’s eyes, it was the most incredible thing she could have experienced. 

“Can you now let go of my arms?” you asked and so she did. She got up scared (or was it impressed?), and gave you a hand so you could get on your feet again. 

“So that… That’s what you have been hiding.” she concluded. 

“Well, it has only been a day and a few hours I got here. It isn’t the longest I kept a secrete. But yes, I did not want it to be used like that.” You said. You were pretty talkative today, it was unusual. Maybe it was happening because after so long, you had people around that you could have conversations with. 

“Tony must see this.” Natasha rushed to the door and you couldn’t let her go. 

“No! He can’t. Nobody can know about it now. Just for now…” she stopped to hear you. She wanted Tony to see what you were capable of even though it was scary and dangerous. “I guess I only showed you because we will get to spend some time here with you trying to kill me, while the only thing I have to defend myself is using other people’s skills.”

“Right.” Natasha swallowed your words still thinking about everything that just had happened. “But letting the others know about this” she pointed at you “will change things around here. They will see you as part of the team.”

“Nobody trusts a woman who can ‘change skin’. Don’t you see? They will never like having me around afraid of what I will turn into. Or what I’ll be doing in another skin.” you tried to show your point that was more than valid. Natasha understood. She looked at you, she watched your figure for silent seconds until she came up with something to say.

“Fine. But we need to talk about it. Your first mission is coming soon and we need to know what to do.” 

You nodded. Natasha had a half smile again, it was her best try of making you feel comfortable. She wanted you to trust her now that she knew about your powers, but there were still a lot of things she wanted to know about you. She knew it wouldn’t be easy because, just like herself, you had your past, your traumas, and your deepest secrets.


“How was the first day of training?” Asked Clint as you entered the living room where almost the entire team was gathered. 

“Not bad.” Answered Natasha glancing at you reminding you that she was being loyal to what you have asked her.

You didn’t know why you were there with them, and apparently there was no reason to be chilling in the living room. You remembered why Nick Fury selected you and brought you there and just by the thought of it, you shivered. Why could anyone just chill while there was a huge problem coming towards all of them sooner than they thought? But you, Y/N, thought twice and considered the next few hours your relaxing time. After all, you were tired and really wanted to just give your legs a little break. 

You didn’t know where to sit. So you looked around quickly and found a spot on the comfy couch. Right next to Bucky. You laughed to yourself hoping nobody noticed. How funny was it? He scared you, remember? But at the same time, the scary man was the first one to smile to you, and maybe the only one to give you another look that wasn’t judgmental. 

You walked over to the couch and sat without asking for permission. Nobody minded your movement around the room, but they seemed to be awaiting for something. Or someone. As you have noticed before, not all of them were present so you thought that maybe they were just expecting the others to join them. 

“How actually was your first day of training?” Bucky asked in a whisper not wanting anyone else to make part of this conversation. He saw the chance to talk to you so he took it. 

“I survived all Natasha’s attempts to kill me. I would say I did pretty good.” Your humour wasn’t hilarious, you knew already. But the choice of words and tone was what made Natasha slightly like you and unconsciously you tried to do the same with the soldier. 

He laughed came from his nose. Maybe he also liked your comic side. Maybe. You took the chance to look at him from closer, it was awesome. He went from super villain to a superhero in such short time. You certainly could go from mutant girl to superhero just like he did. That was what Nick believed. Professor Xavier too, you thought.

”What are we doing here?” You asked trying to understand the purpose of being in that room.

“We’re waiting for Steve and Tony.” He said not actually answering your question. 

“Tony doesn’t like me.” But neither did Sam. Bucky had his attention fixed on your face. He watched you frown with the affirmation. 

Tony didn’t like anybody at first sight. He always had the worst impressions of the people until you proved him wrong. But Bucky couldn’t give you any advise since his history with Stark was much more delicate than yours. You knew everything about this drama, part came from the media that couldn’t stop talking about Bucky and his past, and other information came from what you heard at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. 

Tony and Steve finally showed up in the living room and their presence made you pay attention to what was to come. You were curious to know what all of you were there for. It was when Steve held up a dvd case and from afar your couldn’t recognize the cover.

“We’re watching The Great Gatsby.”


A/N: This ending! I kinda hate it but I can also imagine Steve Rogers being all excited to watch a movie.

About Y/N’s powers, guys, you will more details soon. Don’t give up on me! 

Tell me what do you think about Y/N’s superpowers, and what do you think is going to happen from now on. There is still a lot to come. 

-Pearl Writer

Next: Part 4

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Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.

-

“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.

-

The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.

-

“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! i am a very nervous anon who is really nervous to talk to you, but I was just wondering what you think of Natasha and if you have any really nice Tony and Nat friendship headcanons or something because I /love/ all of your posts and I just want to try and make new friends here :) I'm sorry if this came across weird, I'm just /really/ nervous :) Also I read that you like OCs and that's /really/ cool too :)

HI SORRY this has been sitting in my inbox for a bit oops

no need to be nervous!!!! i absolutely adore nat with all of my heart she is my tiny lethal dorky daughter and i Lov her!!!!!!! she’s very super good….here is a nice fic in which her and tony are Secret Buddies [x]

nat and tony are 100% definitely cute pals and here are some thoughts: 

  • they watch bad sci-fi movies and old star trek on tony’s couch in their pjs at 3AM when they can’t sleep. they are both secret cuddlers. these facts are related
  • they argue abt the superiority of tea vs coffee. nat wins because she somehow makes the best tea tony’s ever had in his life. she has many secret and excellent skills
  • so many terrible inside jokes
  • so many terrible inside jokes about that one time nat was his PA and stabbed him in the neck and then helped him fight hammer drones
    • related: “natashalie”
  • tony Loves Building Nat Things because nat is So Cool and his fave tiny lethal pal is going to electrocute bad guys with giant glowing batons listen it’ll be Sweet and Awesome
  • tony has begged nat to teach him how to do the Death via Thighs thing on multiple occasions. they have gone through with it exactly once and it ended with mild injury because tony is Old, but nat taught him five ways to disarm and/or kill a man with a tie pin, so tony’s not too disappointed about it
    • in return, tony taught her 3 New Cool And Fun Ways To Access Top Secret Govt Info
    • she thanked him with tea and a captain america mug. they’re now trapped in a cycle of gift-giving and nat keeps waking up in a cold sweat at 4am terrified that she’s going to find a 15 foot tall stuffed animal in her room
  • tony gathers footage of every supremely cool thing nat does in fights and has friday edit them together to fun music. if these videos then maybe sometimes appear on youtube from time to time,,, no one has proof it’s him you can’t prove it shhh
  • tony has black widow workout gear. nat has an iron man mug & pjs & a tsum tsum. they’re merch buddies
  • they go to charity galas together and look Fantastic and judge people silently. natasha secretly thinks that if he wasn’t such big and emotional softie, he would’ve potentially made a decent spy 
  • they are the same size and nat keeps stealing tony’s hoodies and also his band shirts. he pretends to be bothered by this but actually sharing is caring and he’s just v happy to have friends
Mirror For The Sun - Part 4: Chicago cont.

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 3 - Part 5

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3167

Author’s Note: Yiiiikes! This is a long one. I haven’t even started the next one and I have visitors for a few days so it will be a bit before I have part 5, so I hope you enjoy this extra long one in the meantime!

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

After the baseball game, and a full day of driving and roller coasters before that, everyone’s more than happy to spend the night stretching out around the hotel room. While we might be enjoying a night in, Y/N insists that guy’s day must continue, if even just quietly. She made sure we stopped on the way home from the game for drinks and demanded that we pick a line-up of terrible, aggressive, mostly plotless movies while she ordered a pizza. Well several pizzas. She knows Sam can really pack it away.

Today I honestly can’t remember why she drives me so crazy all the time. Today she’s fucking perfect. Who the hell would be ok with burning in the sun all day at a baseball game and then coming back to beer, pizza, and shitty action movies with the three of us? We’re more than a handful but she’s relaxed and it seems easy to her, but I know she’s going out of her way at every turn. I can’t figure out exactly when I started thinking about her like this but it’s a problem. A big fucking problem.

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One and Only pt. 2

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: none? painkillers (i guess? not drug abuse though.)

A/N: some more fluffy stuff. still in love with bearded steve nice. let me know if you want to be tagged.

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek @thorne93 @brittanymcsharry 

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Originally posted by amerlcachavez

It took some major convincing, and a bit of pulling of his limbs on Bucky’s part, but Steve agreed to leave the apartment and take a break. Bucky explained to all of you he planned to take him out to a bar and see some live music. It just didn’t feel right to see him walk out of the door. Even with Nat and Wanda, both of whom you considered to be your best friends, something felt like it was missing as soon as Steve walked out the door.

“Rogers just needs a lover.” Natasha said once you were all settled. She shrugged before she took a sip of her drink. The conversation somehow traveled to Steve. Why did it always travel to Steve? “Like, someone needs to just really…” She bit her lip and started laughing.

“Or the easier and less gross solution: he could, you know, get a hobby.” Wanda tilted her head, opening the bottle of nail polish.

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“This isn’t an intentional bribe I just happened to be baking at 4am.” The voice startles Natasha who freezes on the sofa she’d just strewn herself gracelessly onto. Her eyes snap open and her body tenses. But there’s not eminent death, the voice is unknown but no one is attacking her so they can’t be here to hurt her. Lazily as if she wasn’t just startled she turns her head toward the kitchen stark had set up in their common area. The young woman standing there is holding a dripping whisk over cookie sheet and has flour smudged across her forehead. The likelihood of death shrinks even further in Natasha’s mind. She arches a brow. All her questions in one. The girl must belong here. She’ll know.

“I’m Darcy, I help with the Science! and make cookies at odd hours.” She says and slowly splatters more dough onto the sheet. Both her hands stay visible and she’s moving in measured movements like she knows she’s started the assassin and is trying to prove she’s a friendly. 

“Bribe?” The word comes out rougher than intended but Natasha hasn’t spoken in a few hours and needs a drink. The girl relaxes and begins to form her cookies more confidently. 

“It’s just that, Well I’ve mastered the Eye Twitch . I’m good. But Barton? Barton has achieved this like Vein Forehead Bulging thing that makes the Eye Twitch look mediocre. And you get it, I can’t be mediocre next to Clint. But nothing bothers Phil enough.” 

Natasha smirks and lets her head fall into the back of the sofa to watch the curious girl. 

“Clint does” 

“Oh. OH!

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After that night, Natasha watched Darcy charm the hell out of every Avenger to cross her path with a mixed batch of stubborn acts of Bad-Assary  and adorableness. 

Clint and Thor were wooed by her tasering of Thor and ceaseless bitching about her Ipod in a time before Natasha. Clint loves to bring up the seven different triplicate filed forms she submitted stating how the thift was unnecessary and just freaking rude. Clint of course has a weakness for people who are bitchy via paperwork so Natasha counts him as an easy win. 

Steve Rogers, however is not an easy win. He’s sad and grumpy lots of the time, and working the rest of the time. So he doesn’t care for the seemingly flippant girl at first. Eventually Steve falls into her clutches when they’re mid battle and Darcy, who happened to be downtown to meet some friends, rushes to the front of a crowd of trembling civilians and told the monologuing Doctor Doom to “Get Bent” before lobbing a rock at the tallest and ugliest robot that was probably meant to be RoboBear or something similar. Darcy’s defiance makes the stern Captain bark out a laugh into the stunned silence before he can stop himself. Doom turned in Rage to the man laughing at him and the New Yorkers emboldened by the brunette begin throwing anything not tied down at the monsters. 

After that the Captain laughs more. He smiles down at Darcy like she’s a miracle and he’s not sure how he got so lucky to have her near.  Natasha understands that more than she’d like to admit. Darcy’s 4AM cookies have bribed more than the girl intended. Thankfully it doesn’t become an issue when Steve admits one day during lunch that she reminds him of Bucky. 

Darcy of course preens a little and pinches Steve’s cheek. 

“Awwweee you big nerd!!!”

Bruce had been a slow turner as he is in most things. She brings an array of teas by his desk swapping out the cups while he mutters and scribbles like a mad scientist. Natasha watches with interest as Darcy buys a thousand and ten flavors and Bruce drinks them all without complaint, even tho he only enjoys a few. Then orbit each other like that for the longest time but when Bruce turns up to the gym one morning for Yoga to find Darcy drooling lightly onto a mat, he’s done for. She had tried to catch him at it many of the previous days and had only been met by the smells of freshly put of candles and his rolled up mat. So She’d gotten up even earlier or perhaps went straight from 4AM Natasha time to the gym to stake him out. Natasha suspects this as Darcy’s shirt is still a little icky form where she wipes her hands on it after she cracks eggs.

Bruce looks at Natasha and then fondly back at the brunette before shaking his head. Sucker, Natasha thinks, but can’t fault the man because she knows she’s hooked too.

Tony’s probably the easiest and it honestly could have gone either way. Everyone’s passing threw the kitchen in search of some form of breakfast. Steve’s fresh in from a run and Natasha had only just woken up herself but not Tony or Darcy. They’ve been up all night doing Science! They’re not even here for food really just coffee. They blunder toward the coffee pot and sort of have a stand off when they realize they others goal. 

“We’re on a 36 hour break thru” She says calmly. Tony frowns thoughtfully. 

“I just got off a plane form Tokyo” He counters.

“I live next door to Thor and Jane and they bang a lot.” Steve chokes on whatever he was eating. 

“Pepper made me sit in chair meetings?” He offers weakly. Darcy’s eyes light as if she knows she’s going to win. 

“I had to take loans for my degree and I’ve never ridden in an Aston Martin ” She says smugly. Tony blanches and waves her ahead. 

“We can fix that if you ever get done sciencing,I’ve got a few in the garage.” Tony offers searching for his blend at the back of the cabinet. 

“Nice I’ve never had a sugar daddy before! Can we make it like a sugar uncle tho? because I’m on an no dude diet” Steve chokes again. Tony however laughs.

“Yea kid no problem” He switches the filter not looking at Darcy. The brunette gathers her victory coffee and leans in to kiss Tony on the cheek. 

“Thanks Tony!” and she’s off like a breeze threw their airtight tower. Tony adores her. 

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It’s during 4AM cookie time when things change again for Natasha. She wonders into the kitchen to find Darcy baking but also drinking heavily. The brunette hic-ups loudly and grins at the assassin. 

“Welcome to my midnight kitchen Tasha,” Darcy waves her spoon around in wide fast motions, a glob of batter flings across the face of the fridge.

“What’s the occasion?” The red head nods at the bottle. Darcy grabs is and examines the label as tho she had forgotten it was there. She hums slightly with a frown. 

“It was a courage shot, but I think it’s closer to a courage bottle now” She admits placing it slowly back on the counter. “Oh Darcy,” She rests her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands. “messing things up” She sighs. 

“I don’t think you need that for courage, little one, you are incredibly brave” Natasha says kindly. Darcy snorts and pops the spoon into her mouth.

“Not about you” Darcy says around her spoon. “Just wanted to say I love youu” she muttered her cheek still packed with dough and a spoon. Her eyes water slightly in the dim lights of the night. Natasha’s heart clenches with a sudden and strong hope. 

“That’s very good news, but I think you should tell me again in the morning” Natasha says taking the spoon from her mouth and pulling Darcy’s hand to bring her closer. The brunette folds effortlessly into Natasha’s arms and the red head smiles into her curls. 

“This isn’t an intentional bribe but I just happen to have Gatorade and painkillers in my apartment and you’re gonna want it in the morning.” Natasha offers. 

“Awwe isn’t that what I said to you? You’re so cute Tasha, cute and funny and smart and you helped me make Phil’s forehead do the thing” Darcy taps her temple with an adoring smile. Natasha chuckles and presses her lips to Darcy’s temple lightly. 

“Well it was a good bribe”  

Best Friend Bucky

Summary: You’re best friends with Bucky but you struggle with being around him due to the fact that you have feelings for him and boy does he love to flirt. You talk to Steve all the time about your liking towards Bucky and how you think he may like you back but then you start to notice how close he’s gotten with Natasha and that thread of hope flies out the window.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst (a smol bit), flufffff, swearing

A/N: This is my first time ever attempting to write an imagine or ‘drabble’ if you will on here so if it sucks or comes out weird or anything along those lines I am deeply sorry and okay I’ll let you guys read now. p.s. I’m still trying to get used to Tumblr so bear with me. also Y/N means your name :)

When Bucky Barnes first came to the Avengers Tower, everyone was a bit hesitant about him. They didn’t know whether to trust him or not but due to all the stories Steve had told you about him you couldn’t wait to meet him.

You were apart of the Avengers, having the ability to control metal as well as teleportation.

“Does he really have a metal arm?” you would always ask and Steve would always reply with, “yes Y/N, you always ask me this.” to which you smile.

It almost seems like yesterday when Steve walked into the tower with Bucky by his side. You remember how excited you were, sitting on the bar stool as you talked with Tony and Sam. Tony was in mid sentence when Steve spoke up.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” he shouts and your head turns to the hallway where he’d be coming from. “and I brought someone.”

The two super soldiers turn the corner and everyone stops what their doing to stare at them. Bucky specifically. Not caring what the others may think, you shot out of your seat and made your way to Bucky and Steve.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you stick your hand out for him to shake. He hesitates before shaking your outstretched hand.

“James Barnes but you can call me Bucky.” he says, a small smile forming on his lips at your kindness.

“I know. Steve has told me all about you.” you grin up at him before your eyes trail down to his exposed metal arm. He noticed your sudden interest in his arm and tensed up, being insecure about his killer arm. Literally. But, you being you didn’t care what he has done with it and stepped forward, lifting it up as you examined it. “Woah. Steve wasn’t lying. You do have a metal arm.”

Your eyes meet his and you smile big.

“That’s so fucking awesome.” you beam, causing Bucky to smile. He was happy there was someone other than Steve who looked past what he did with that arm and that person just so happened to be a pretty girl who thought it was ‘fucking awesome’.

Since that day you two became inseparable, doing almost everything with each other. You loved his company and over the three years you got to know him, you grew feelings for him. Bad.


You watched Bucky and Natasha from your spot on the couch, laughing and talking, making it obvious that there was something going on between them. You glare at Natasha. How dare she. You didn’t hate her, god no. She was your second best friend, Bucky being first of course (don’t tell Steve). You hated the fact that he liked her and she liked him back while you’ve been here hoping he’d come clean and tell you he likes you back.

“Stop staring Y/N.” Steve speaks, startling you. You look over at him and glare.

“I’m not staring just simply observing.” you mumble

“Observing what, exactly?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice and it made you frown.

“Observing what Nat has that I don’t.” you respond softly, not wanting Bucky or Nat to hear you. You see them lean closer to each other - too close for your liking and you shift on the couch. “What if I just..” you trail off as you focused on Bucky.

“Y/N no.” Steve scolds, knowing exactly what you’re about to do but honestly, when did you ever listen to Steve?

Your eyes focus on his metal arm which was holding his head up from slamming against the counter as he talked to Natasha. In one swift move you make his metal arm move right, causing his head to fall. Before it could slam against the counter he picks his head back up, making eye contact with you. You immediately look at Steve, pretending you didn’t do anything but Bucky knows it was you and with a smirk he excuses himself from Natasha, making his was over to the couch you were on. He leans over it, mouth close to your ear as he spoke.

“I know that was you, Doll.” he says with a grin and you look up at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you respond, causing Steve to chuckle.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Y/N.” Bucky answered. Your eyes meet his blue ones and you nearly forgot how to breathe. He was so breathtaking.

“Oh, wait, you mean this?” you say, making his metal arm slap himself. He stands there shocked as to what just happened but you continued, feeling sad and angry at the fact that he didn’t like you back. “Or this?” you force his metal arm to the side, making Bucky collide with the wall and he groans. You can hear Steve and Nat laugh and your eyes widen when he makes complete eye contact with you.

“Y/N.” Bucky says but instead of staying in the room with them you teleport back to your room quickly, making sure to lock your door.

A/N: I think I’ll do a part 2 to this but yaaayyy this is my first writing on here! I hope this is good.

Happy Valentine's Day - Bucky Barnes x Reader (2017 February song challenge)

Words: 1146
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Featuring: Tony, Steve, Nat, Clint
Warnings: Swearing.
Song Challenge with Jadyn!
Authors Note: So this is my song challenge for Feb. and I know it’s early but the theme this month was love so i decided why not put it out today? This is based off the song Happy Valentines Day (I’m Alone As Fuck) by Austin Jones and you can check it out here! (It’s literally 30 seconds.) Fluff af fic.

What is this? Jadyn’s Challenge

Challenge Masterlist. Masterlist.


Pink, red, white, and even a dash of purple. Those colors in February just made you angry. Everyone seemed to be so excited to celebrate a day of love, which happened to be a random Tuesday, while you couldn’t care less about it.

Love is hard to find with your job. Fighting to save the world can come with a price and makes everything much harder. Relationships were almost unheard of, unless you are Super-Dad-Husband Clint Barton, and love was not easy. Many people would be all for being with an Avenger, but the second things get ugly and life threatening, they leave you.

And of course, the last few years, something always happens on Valentines Day.

After months of being with someone you really connected with, the horrid day rolls around. Some villain always decides to have their fun and try to ruin the day, meaning you had to leave your valentine and go protect the world. And that’s when they always realize that this is how it’s always going to be; the world comes first, their love comes second.

So you didn’t bother.

But that did not stop the Avengers from trying to make your miserable day a little better. Tony insisted you join him to a nice breakfast fit for Valentines. And while it was the nicest breakfast you had ever had, and a great effort from Tony, it all felt weird. You didn’t know how to act, especially with a million couples surrounding the two of you stealing kisses every four seconds. You were just friends with Tony, not Valentines.

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Romanogers Appreciation Week 2017
↳ February 9th ~ Freedom & Pancakes

Pancakes, Freedom, & You

          Months had passed since the civil war amongst the now disbanded Avengers, when Natasha and Steve had reunited over a helping of pancakes. Three Sundays later, a breakfast of pancakes at Natasha’s has become something of a tradition for the two ex-Avengers. It was something they had left to hold onto even though everything else was gone. It was something that was theirs.

          As the warm sunlight cascaded through the window and into the small kitchen, Natasha found herself lost in thought. She couldn’t help but think of their little tradition and how comfortable she had become with it. Sundays were the one thing she looked forward to and considering how unstable her life has been for the past five months, she didn’t want to lose this. She couldn’t.

           Holding onto her cup and gazing at the man across the table from her, a small smile crept its way onto her lips. Steve lifted his eyes from his plate, locking onto the redhead’s gaze. Soon, Steve found himself smiling back at her.

          “What’s on your mind?” He asked, leaning closer towards her.

          She was silent for a moment, averting her eyes down at the cup of coffee in her hands. Her smile grew as she returned her gaze to him.       

          “I was just thinking about what we have going here; these lazy Sunday mornings,” she replied with that same small smile from before. “Everything has been so hectic these past several months, so it’s nice to be able to relax. I enjoy these mornings we have together.”   

          Steve smile turned into a beaming grin with her words, “So do I.”

          “It’s as if the outside world doesn’t exist pass these four walls,” Steve listened, completely enthralled as Natasha began to radiate a pure joy with every word. “There’s a comforting aroma of pancakes mixed with coffee in the air. There’s the freedom from our Avenger obligations and all the stresses that come with it. I enjoy watching the sunrise and our small talks; You know, the ones that turn into deep and meaningful conversations about life, love, and everything in between?” 

          Steve couldn’t help but laugh as he nodded his head in reply.

          “I don’t know,” she began to trail off as her sights returned to the lukewarm coffee in her hands. “There’s just something about these lazy Sunday mornings that I love so much, but what I love most of all is that I get to experience these little things with you. I just don’t want to lose this, too.”

          “Natasha,” Steve cooed as he reached across the table, taking her hand in his. Natasha looked up from her coffee and her gaze was met with the caring blue eyes of his. “We’ll always have our Sunday mornings.”

          Even though she knew well enough that life was unpredictable, something in the way he said those words made her believe him. They would always have their Sunday mornings. They would always have their pancakes and coffee. They would always have their talks. They would always have each other.



This is my contribution to RomanogersWeek2k17. I had almost forgot about it all together until I seen a fic from one of my followers for yesterday’s prompt. I stayed up late last night to make this because I really wanted to participate in this years RomanogersWeek. So here’s an aesthetic and small fic for the prompt: Freedom & Pancakes.

I’m really proud of how this all turned out.

Hole in One

Reader x Clint Barton

Word Count: 2170ish

Warnings: Cursing (kinda a lot), fluff

Summary: You and Clint get left in the tower alone. When it finally gets to be too much for you, you decide to leave only to have Clint tag-along with you. When you discover that Clint has never played mini golf, you know exactly what to do.

A/N: I really liked this idea because it’s totally fluffy.

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

Reader’s POV

There was nothing but an eerie silence throughout the tower. Nothing but silence since basically the entire team left yesterday afternoon, leaving you and Clint alone. If you were being honest, the silence was driving you absolutely insane.

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