For anon…reader is Tony’s daughter as requested. This imagine has mentions of an abusive relationship. I will place a ‘keep reading’ line in order to avoid accidental reading. You’re beauties’s health is much more important than my writing.
Characters: reader, Wanda, Natasha, Scott Lang, Cassie Lang.
Summary: It’s ladies night at the tower, complete with a Gilmore Girls marathon, junk food, and friendly rivalries when a surprise visitor puts a twist on the evening’s events. (spoilers for Gilmore Girls, if you haven’t seen it yet)
Warnings: nada!! Pure fluff, ya’ll. Cavity inducing.
Word Count: 2275 (good heavens, that was an accident)
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A/N: This is for my lovely, my darling Mariana ( @buckysberrie ) Happy Birthday, sweetie!! I really hope you enjoy this. :) Man, I dunno how this got so long but the fluff kept flowing and when I thought of the single parent parallels, well, I just couldn’t stop. Any thoughts are appreciated!!
“He is not!” Natasha protested. “He’s just…a little entitled and misunderstood. Just how I like ‘em,” the redhead smirked, returning her gaze to the tv screen.
“Seriously? Logan? The Life and Death Brigade, are you kidding me? Ridiculously lavish parties in the woods with formal wear, death-defying stunts, and games where you can’t use the letter “E” in conversation? Yeah, not at all pretentious,” you fired back sarcastically, throwing a handful of popcorn in her direction.
“Oh, right, like you haven’t used the term ‘misunderstood’ to describe a certain well-read, possibly criminal, runaway bad boy who crashes cars,” she replied, cocking an eyebrow.
You gasped in horror. “How dare you speak ill of my Jess! He was her match intellectually and in pop culture references, plus with their love for music and books, it’s no secret that they belong together. He was just immature but he grew up really well,” you smiled before biting your lip with thoughts of the older brunet bad boy, trying not to spoil it.
“Hey, now! No need to fight,” Wanda spoke up, acting as the peacemaker. “Besides, we all know Rory belongs with Dean. Obviously.”
“Hey Nat,” you called from the couch. “Hey kid,” she called back as she set her duffle on the counter.
Moments later, Nat walked into the living room with a couple Gatorades. You grinned as she tossed you one. Peter, your boyfriend, turned around to introduce himself only for his mouth to drop open. Nat smirked.
“Got something to say?” she asked. You chuckled. “Peter, this is my older sister, Nat. Nat, this is Peter.” “I, um, you’re uh-uh-” he paused to clear his throat. His voice came out a bit higher, “Y-Your sister is the Black Widow?” You nodded. “You knew my last name was Romanoff,” you added with a smirk, “Not exactly subtle.” “Ah, don’t give him a hard time, Y/N. He’s a fanboy at heart.”
The two of you started to laugh as Peter just stared at the two of you in shock. It was another few moments before it subsided into a smirk of his own.
I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE
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
Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
Warnings; talks about torture, language
Word count; 1449
‘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.’
James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for
most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at
sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps,
had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s
daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.
He could feel the blush spread from your bust to the tips of your ears, he could feel your heart fluttering behind your ribs as he neared you. As he spoke his breath gently whisped across your forehead.
“Yet.. an innocent soul like you has never traveled the seas? Oh, darling, you will be of great use to me, I will show you the world beyond this one, just you wait.”
The boat that rocked…
That’s what you were going to call it, not the St. Brooklyn.
Of course, you wouldn’t speak a word of your nickname for the beautiful boat. As you both left the captain’s cabin, the rough water made the ship almost capsize, sending you tumbling everywhere. You wondered why the currents were so strong; for only the gods of the sea knew what creatures lay beneath the salty water of the Caribbean sea.
Bucky led you to the main deck, having you tailing behind him, watching as the crew eyes you suspiciously.
“Stop the gawking and get back to your stations, we’re in rough waters, not a blasted paddling pool.” Bucky quipped. Everyone’s gaze shifted towards the ocean surrounding them and scurried back to their stations.
You didn’t look where you were going and bumped into the tall, bulky frame of a man. “See what I told you, Pierce? Bad luck having another woman on board, let alone one, get out of the way you feculent bitch-”
Before you realised, he had raised a hand to swipe, you squeaked and waited for the impact, though it never came. You peaked your eyes open to see the Captain himself holding the wrist of the burly man.
“The moment you raise your hand to a woman is the moment you seize to be a man. If I see or hear you speak ill of the two lovely women aboard my ship once more, I will personally throw you overboard, savvy?” The intimidation in Bucky’s voice left you weak at the knees. The man mumbled an ‘aye, captain’ as Bucky released his arm. “Don’t let the salt of the sea get to your head just because you haven’t gotten laid in 2 years, Brock, get back to your station.”
You saw your captain smirk at you before gesturing for you to follow him to a lone crate. He rolled out the large map on the flat surface and pointed to 'España’.
“This is where we are heading first, now the water is deceiving, it’s giving off the illusion that there is plenty of wind, but there is not. We aren’t gaining speed at all and the way the water is stalling movement, but I believe as soon as we leave the Caribbean the wind will pull us through to the Atlantic fast, probably about 35 to 40 knots every passing hour. What do you think, Y/N?”
You watched as his lips moved with every word, curling over the syllables of your name.
Your fingers traced the lines and inking on the map.
“Aye, judging by the contrast between these waters and the Atlantic, with the speed of 20 knots, I say we could arrive within… ten days- at least, if the wind pushes against us.” You smile up at the captain to find him already staring down at you, he seemed to be studying you and biting his lip.
Suddenly the ship hit a large wave and violently lurched up, sending you crashing into the man in front of you, he caught you with the ease.
“S-sorry Sir! I uh-” You gasped, he rolled his eyes in a slightly playful manner as he whipped around.
“Wanda! A little help with the waves would be nice, please!” Bucky bellowed, suddenly you saw a flash of red light and a woman appeared in front of both of you, you couldn’t believe.
“Crow’s nest?” She questioned, there was a slight twinge to her accent that you had never heard before. She wasn’t from Britain, and she wasn’t from Port Royal, her skin was pale and her hair long, falling in brown waves along her slender shoulders and back. She was the replica of a mermaid, such beauty in her features you could barely believe she was human- you couldn’t fathom as you saw her levitate upwards towards the top of the main mast.
Needless to say, you were shaken, for the rumours and stories had been true all this time; there was another world just waiting to be discovered by man, you just hoped they wouldn’t destroy it.
You watched in awe as the witch’s hands were surrounded by red magic, and the sea had become less daunting and calmer. You had to admit- you felt slightly sick due to the constant bobbing and the shock.
You admired the woman as she floated gracefully down. You kept your distance, not because you were shy, because you didn’t want to say anything ridiculous that could probably tempt the witch to hex you.
“Miss Y/L/N would you be so kind to follow me once more to the quarterdeck?” His voice snapped you out of your daze, "Aye, sir-“
”You know darlin’, as much as I adore you calling me 'sir’, I wouldn’t mind if you were to call me Bucky.“ He cooed, the way he looked at you made you shiver, you shook your head and followed him up the steps to your destination, there stood Sam and another man you didn’t know the name of.
”I’m astonished, sir- I mean, Bucky, at the power of such a woman, if she wanted, she could rule the seas and alter the tides for all eternity, it’s brilliant, yet terrifying.“ You made light conversation and heard Sam chuckle at your words.
”Indeed Ma'am, though as wonderful as that sounds, Wanda isn’t as strong as she used to be, you see without her heart, her powers are fragile and can only be used to a certain extent, for she gave it to someone else, sacrificed maybe, I don’t know, but that person or being probably meant a hell of a lot.“
You were deep in thought as his words processed through your brain, why didn’t she have a heart? Was she cursed? It explained why her skin was alabaster. ”It’s not my place to say, I’d rather you hear it from someone who deserves to tell you,“ Bucky whispered. You nodded in agreement and started looking at the charts again. ”hard to starboard, Sam.“
”Aye aye Captain!“
As night fell and the waters were calm, you took a moment to observe the beauty of the open seas, the sky was black and speckled with the constellations. You wondered how many were out there, thousands? Millions?
”I’d like to believe there are are at least 700 billion.“ You jumped at the voice behind you. It was Wanda. ”Hello, I’m Wanda, of course, you already know that. You are Y/N, correct?“ You nodded in response, offering a timid smile.
”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wanda.“ You held out your hand for her to shake and she took it with a smile. You found out she was 23, from a place called ’Sokovia’ a place on the map you had never heard of before, it was located somewhere in eastern Europe.
”So, why did you run away- oh, lord forgive me I apologise for being so bold, I er, have abilities more than in my hands and my mouth seems to wag without my consent.. nevermind“. Wanda grumbled and you could tell she was embarrassed due to the red tinge in her cheeks.
"It’s okay, we all have things we can’t control.” You reassured her, she returned to smile and mumbled a ’yes, that much is very true’, you explained briefly why you boarded the ship in a few short bullet points.
“Hey, Wanda!” You heard Sam shout from the forecastle. He was grinning and beckoning her to come over to him. “Excuse me, have a pleasant night, Y/N!” You could tell her mood was brightened instantly, you could tell there was something…
“Goodnight, Wanda.” You peered around the main deck, there wasn’t a soul in sight, apart from a crew member everyone must be below decks having supper, you thought, and maybe Bucky was in his cabin, probably reading over some charts and preparing to show you the ropes for the morning.
You walked along the deck, fingers ghosting over everything you passed, you inhaled the gentle ocean breeze and breathed a sigh of relief.
You didn’t think liberty would be so tranquil.
You closed your eyes for a minute and let your other senses take over, the whisper of the wind dancing around your locks, the smell of the salt and gunpowder, hearing the water lap at the sides of the ship.
It was magical.
Captain Barnes was a well-mannered, intelligent man. His intimidating exterior disguised his emotions, you had an inkling that on the inside he was pure cotton, judging by how he had defended you against Brock. You wouldn’t mind sailing with him to the end of your days, the idea made the corners of your mouth curl upwards, only slightly, and you let out a light giggle.
“And what are you giggling about, sweetheart?” You yelped in surprise at the voice.
“Good evening, B-Bucky. I would have assumed you were eating supper in your cabin!”
“I haven’t eaten yet, I was going to ask if you would join me and then discuss the journey afterwards.” He regarded with a sweet smile.
“O-oh! I wouldn’t pass up that offer, sir, I’d love to, may I wander the ship a bit longer until you beckon me?”
“Only if you allow me to lend you a coat, the wind is picking up and the only warm thing you’re wearing is that beautiful smile.”
Flirting, was this it? He draped a heavy coat over your shoulders, his hands lingering just a few seconds longer than they should have.
“Thank you, Captain, you can accompany on my little stroll if you would like.” It was more of a request than an offer, he nodded and walked along with you.
He pointed out many of the stars and told you what their names were, occasionally coming behind you and gently craning your neck so you could see what he was seeing. The gentle touch of his fingers sent a pleasant jolt through your body.
What is this feeling?
“Crickey O'Riley, look at the time, shall we head back? I would assume supper is freshly cooked and ready to be eaten, and you could do with some food and drink?” Bucky suggested, he was right, now that he reminded you, your stomach made it clear that you needed some food, and your lips and mouth did feel a little dry, but that wasn’t just because you were dehydrated.
As Bucky lead you to the Captain’s cabin again, he held the door for you, you thanked him and then stood awkwardly as you waited to be told where you were to be seated.
“Allow me,” Bucky beckoned you to sit in a chair, he tucked you in under the table and made his way to his own seat.
“Rum, or water?”
“I’d much prefer water, thank you, I’ve never tried rum before and all I need right now is to be hydrated instead of intoxicated.” You sassed, you could feel his gaze on you as you ate what was on your plate.
“So tell me, Y/N,” you watched as his lips wrapped around the fork he was eating from, “what do you think about the journey plans?”
“They’re reasonable, judging by the distance of the journey and speed of the wind, currently, we’ll probably arrive at Singapore in about 39 days… At the most.” You smiled, taking a swig of some water.
Bucky watched you as he ate his food, though you were deemed harmless, he was still weary; you didn’t know what the 'new feeling’ was, in your stomach. He could feel your emotions, all of them. He took a liking to you.
“Oh shoot, er, Bucky, where am I to sleep? It has completely missed my mind until now-”
“Shit… you may I sleep in my quarters if you’d like until I can ask Wanda to conjure a cot for you at dawn tomorrow, would that be too bold?” Your skin flushed pink at his cursing and his suggestion, share a bed? With a man whom you had just met? It seemed absolutely ludicrous.
“It’s a queen size, I will keep to my side if you keep to yours.” He was serious.
“Thank you, is there a particular side that you would like to claim, Captain?”
“Yes, the right side is mine, I hope you don’t mind.” You laughed lightly at his comment, even the most famous of pirates have their tiny needs.
You awoke to the sound of grunting and moaning. You slowly flipped to your opposite side to see Bucky writhing and covered in sweat. You were asleep by the time he had come to his chamber, so you didn’t know what he would be wearing.
The covers of the bed had slipped down to his ankles, you assumed this as because of the thrashing. You watched in awe as one of the mightiest Pirates was in a vulnerable state. His head kept twitching from side to side.
You leaned up and gently brushed a piece of hair from his forehead. “James, er, Bucky? Wake up, it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and slightly shook him, attempting to shake him from his slumbering state.
His eyes snapped open at the contact and he automatically grabbed your wrist, he rolled over and trapped your soft body between the mattress and his weight. His right hand had cuffed both your slender wrists as his left came to wrap around your throat. “Who are you?” He ground out, he was still in a state.
“Why do you like to choke me so much? Bloody hell- Captain James- Bucky, wake up! It’s me, Y/N!” You pleaded, “it’s-It’s okay, you needn’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”
Bucky snapped out of it and came back to reality, loosening his grip on your wrists, your hands instantly came to rest upon his face to stroke away the liquid trauma leaking from his eyes.
“I, fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N…” He didn’t realise how the proximity between both your faces had slimmed. He licked his lips, and he felt your soft, sweet exhale fan on his lips and he leaned down, slowly, as if not to startle you.
You felt the slightest graze of his lips upon yours, and your eyes fluttered close, the feeling that burned in your chest could compare to a cannon fire and it felt so good. You pulled him a little closer and your lips pushed a little bit harder onto his, reveling in the softness. You felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and gasped, you had never been kissed like this before, and the burning sensation in your lower tummy grew larger and more intense.
You slowly broke apart, his hands leaving your body.
Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is.
Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness
A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.
Anonymous requested: Hey! Can I request a smutty Wanda x Natasha x Reader threesome? Like maybe they’re having a girls night out at the club and it gets hot, so they head back to the reader’s place? Thank you xx Sure thing sweet cakes! This my first attempt at a smutty threesome, but I am going to try my hardest for you.
Summary: Normally ‘Girls Night’ consisted of staying at yours and eating junk food and watching movies, but this time Natasha wants to do something different. Besides, clubs are always fun, right?
Warnings: This is pure filth. Face-sitting, eating out, fingering, tribbing, ménage à trois, dirty talk, hair-pulling, choking, masturbation, swearing, alcohol consumption, semi-public foreplay.
“Tonight, ladies, we are doing something different!” Natasha exclaimed as she burst into the room, making you and Wanda jump.
“Like what?” You asked, worried about what she had in mind. Her kind of different could be anything from going out to leading an interrogation. She smirked and held up three dresses and make up.
“We are going to a club.” She stated, making both you and Wanda grin. It had been so long since you’d been to a club, and what better way to celebrate the end of one of the toughest missions yet than going out with your best friends.
I have watched Winter Soldier three times this week, and I was watching this scene when the idea of this fic occured to me. Of course, maybe the idea behind it is wrong. It is based on my own theory.
If you have any feedback, please let me know! I hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS-IMPLICATION OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
You pulled up to Steve’s old military camp in silence. Nat was baffled, you knew, by the possibility that such an advanced program, which had bested even her, had originated from such an unlikely place. Steve was wading through his memories of the camp, of a time before Captain America. A time when life was simple.
You were worried. There had to be a reason you were led here, and it couldn’t be good. You were overcome by this feeling that as bad as things were now, they were going to get much worse. You stayed silent, choosing not to worry the others more than necessary, and followed closely behind Steve, hand hovering above your gun, anxiously waiting for someone to jump out at you.
Nat wandered for a bit, searching out any signals that would assist in finding the source of the data that had nearly cost Fury his life. She called out that there was absolutely nothing. No heat signatures, no waves. She began to theorise about what could have happened. You didn’t understand much of what she said.
But Steve seemed to have noticed something, and strode towards a cold, angular, concrete building.
“Steve?” You asked, still following behind him.
“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards from the barracks,” Steve began. “This building is in the wrong place.” With absolutely no effort, he used the rim of his shield to smash the padlock off of the door, and the three of you ventured inside.
Your mouth dropped open. There was a SHIELD insignia upon the wall, and office furniture, long forgotten, littered the dusty room.
“This is SHIELD,” Nat uttered.
“Maybe where it started,” Steve replied.
Entering a smaller room to the side, your eyes were drawn to three photographs that hung in broken frames on the wall. Howard, Peggy and Colonel Phillips smiled down at you.
“There’s Stark’s father,” Nat pointed out.
“Howard,” you elaborated with a fond smile.
“Who’s the girl?” Nat asked. Your eyes moved from Peggy’s beautiful face to Steve. His jaw clenched slightly, and instead of replying, he turned to investigate the room.
“Agent Peggy Carter,” you said gently. Nat nodded her understanding, but before she could say anything else, you heard Steve’s voice.
“If you’re already working in a secret office…” he said, pushing aside a heavy looking bookshelf, “why do you need to hide the elevator?”
The two of you walked to where Steve was standing and studied the elevator. The doors were quite old, and there was a keypad next to them. Nat pulled her device out of her pocket again, and held it up the keypad. It determined the passcode, and she pressed the numbers in sequence. The doors slid open. You glanced nervously at Steve, took a deep breath, and stepped into the elevator. It didn’t lurch, or give any indication of collapsing, so you relaxed, and the others got on with you. There was only one button. You pressed it.
When the doors opened again, you were staring into a dark space. It was cold, and seemed to be quite large. Stepping out of the elevator, the lights turned on. There must have been some sort of movement sensor.
At the opposite end of the room sat several large computer monitors, and behind that, an endless sea of databanks. You looked to Natasha, and saw her shaking her head.
“This can’t be the data-point, this technology is ancient…” she confirmed your thoughts, but as she moved closer, she noticed a USB port. Even you could tell how out of place it seemed. She placed the USB into the port, and then there was a cacophany of whirring, as the databanks began to roll, and the old computer flashed to life.
The words Initiate System? blinked on the screen. You and Steve were both well and truly out of your depth, so you deferred to Nat. This was one of her specialties after all.
“Y-E-S, spells yes,” Nat smiled as she typed. You could tell despite everything, she was genuinely enjoying having a puzzle to solve. Her level of intelligence was unrivaled by most. “Shall we play a game?” Nat laughed as she waited for the computer to process her input. “It’s from a movie that…”
“Yeah, we saw it,” Steve remarked dryly.
Before that conversation could progress any further, a familiar voice rang out, reverberating around the cavernous room. You recognised it immediately. It was just one of the voices that haunted you in your nightmares.
“It’s some kind of a recording,” Nat breathed, impressed by the technology, as a small camera focused on each of you, one at a time.
I am not a recording, Fräulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am. The screen flashed an image, and your fear was confirmed. You were being addressed by Dr. Arnim Zola. The man who stole your husband from you. Your fists balled at your sides.
“Do you know this thing?” Nat asked, looking between the two of you. This time it was your turn to offer no answer, as you continued to stare at the face on the screen, now not a photograph but a digital face. The camera seemed to pause on you and observe you longer than the others. You hated that you couldn’t feel him. He was there, but he was just a machine. He had no emotions.
“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years,” Steve explained for Nat’s sake. He was confused, but you barely noticed.
First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.
“How did you get here?” Steve asked angrily.
You began to feel sick.
“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II,” Nat elaborated. “SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic values.”
Zola continued. They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.
The camera observed as you swayed, light headed.
“HYDRA died with the Red Skull,” Steve spoke with conviction.
Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.
A flurry of images appeared on the screen. Zola told his story. But you couldn’t concentrate. It felt like you were underwater. Everything was fuzzy, voices were far away, and you couldn’t breathe.
Zola was the only member of Hydra that had been captured by the American military that didn’t immediately pop a cyanide capsule. He had entered custody without a fuss, and from what you had been told, he was mostly cooperative.
The intel about him being on the train had been so easy for you to procure. The train route so readily available. Steve had told you that there were Hydra agents on board that attacked Bucky and himself, but less than he thought there would have been.
Zola wanted to get captured. He wanted to be taken into custody, and prove his worth. He wanted SHIELD to need him. To rely on him. A parasite from within could do much more damage than someone on the outside ever could. He made sure Hydra would survive, undetectable until it was too late.
Bucky had died. He died trying to protect America. The world. He died. For this?
Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain, Barnes. Your deaths amount to the same as your lives; a zero sum.
You walked up to the monitor that was displaying Zola’s face, and before anyone could reach out to stop you, you punched it with all your might. You showed no indication that your bleeding knuckles caused you any pain.
“(Y/N),” Steve said softly, walking up behind you.
As I was saying… Zola interrupted, face popping up on one of the smaller screens. What’s on this drive? Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.
“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Nat asked, watching Steve pull you away from the monitor gingerly. She was enjoying the puzzle a lot less now.
The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.
The doors that you had entered the room from, the only doors that you were aware of, began to close. Steve turned from you, and threw his shield at them in order to avoid being trapped, but it was too late.
“Steve, we’ve got a bogey. ETA 30 seconds,” Nat said with carefully constructed calm.
“Who sent it?” Steve asked.
Admit it, it’s better this way. We’re all three of us…out of time.
Steve looked around desperately, and found a grate in the floor. He let go of your hand, and pried the cover off. Nat jumped in. You were torn between finding protection and just accepting what was coming, when Steve pulled you in with him, covering the three of you with his shield.
There was a loud explosion, and the building began to collapse. You were buffeted by concrete and debri, and the resulting fire made it difficult to breath. In order to protect you and Nat, Steve was slightly exposed. You hoped desperately that his Super Soldier Serum would help him. You closed your eyes.
When you next opened them, you were in a car. You were dazed, but you knew that it wasn’t the one that you had driven to New Jersey in. Something was wrapped around your hand tightly, and your ribs ached. Your ears were ringing, but soon you were able to make out two voices. Steve and Nat. They were alive.
“We should go to Stark. He’s closer,” Steve argued.
“We can’t Steve, you know that,” Nat countered. “They’ll expect that. Hell, they might’ve already visited him looking for us. I don’t know if we have anywhere we can go!”
“Sam Wilson…” you piped up. Your throat was dry and sore. Smoke inhalation.
“(Y/N), thank God,” Steve sighed in relief. You felt him calm ever so slightly in knowing that you were awake. You felt the same from Nat.
“Sam Wilson?” She asked.
“We were talking to him a while ago, when you picked us up for the Lumerian Star mission,” you continued, sitting up and clicking your seat belt on. You winced when the belt brushed across your ribs.
“How will we find him?” Nat pondered.
“The old fashioned way,” Steve replied.
A long drive, and a flick through the Washington phone book later, you found him. Steve parked the car a block away, so it wouldn’t cause any problems, and you all walked, injured and exhausted, the rest of the way.
Just as you had hoped, he had taken you into his home without hesitation. “Not everyone,” he had said when Nat told him everyone you knew was trying to kill you.
Nat showered first, while you waited with Steve.
“(Y/N),” he hesitantly began. “What happened back there?”
You thought for a moment, before deciding against telling him about your realisation.
“I didn’t like what he was saying,” you lied. It would be better if he didn’t know. He already had too much to carry on his shoulders. He didn’t need to know.
“Are you sure that’s it? You don’t normally react that way… unless something really upsets you.”
“I’m sorry I lost control…”
“Don’t apologise. I was about two seconds away from doing the same. But brash reactions are not something you’re generally known for… you hurt your hand.”
“It’s fine Steve. I’ll clean it thoroughly in the shower, and bandage it afterwards. It’ll be fine.”
Nat walked back into the room from the bathroom, and sat on the bed next to you, drying her hair.
“You go (Y/N). I’ll go after you,” Steve offered.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, and you accepted his offer gratefully. You needed to be alone for a little while, to process everything that you had learned that day.
You cried in the shower. When you got out, you dried off, and wrapped your hand. The gash on your ribs would need attention too, but it was too difficult for you to manage alone.
You forced yourself to focus on something, anything, else. Luckily the awkward energy that you had felt surrounding Steve and Nat would provide a nice distraction for you. You had to force yourself to be OK, for Steve.
You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and rejoined Steve and Nat. Steve went to take his shower, and Nat went to find a drink in Sam’s kitchen. Alone again, you concentrated on Steve. And waited for him to come back into the room.
A Captain America x Reader one where the Avengers go camping and they get lost?
Pietro has created a chatroom.
Pietro has added Y/N, Thor, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, Bruce.
Pietro: Y/N. Whyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyy did your boyfriend decide camping would be a good idea?!
Natasha: It was actually mine, Thor and Bucky’s idea.
Pietro: Whyyyyyyy Nat?! WHYYYYYYY BARNES?! THOR I TRUSTED YOU.
Bruce: No one forced you to come, Pietro. So stop complaining.
Tony: Actually I forced him to come because I know how much he hates camping.
Pietro: Are you telling me the rest of you actually accepted to camping of your own free will?! Whyyyyyyy Tony?
Tony: I knew his suffering would be entertaining.
Natasha: Damn, Stark. I never knew you had it in you.
Tony: Gotta make up for the lack of tech somehow.
Y/N: Pietro, you’ll enjoy this trip. Trust me. It’s going to be a lot of fun!
Pietro: We have been walking for hours and we still haven’t reached the campsite yet.
Thor: We have
seen an abundance of cute animals, there is much deserved fresh air
after many days spent on the jet after Clint consumed bad tacos, we are
getting exercise in this trek - my pecs look impeccable, and we are in
Pietro: 1. The
only good thing out of this is the animals. 2. This isn’t my type of
exercise ;) 3. Tony basically kidnapped me. He is not good company.
Bucky: Pietro is right, we have been walking for hours. We should be by the campsite by now.
Bruce: Question, why are we using our phones to communicate if we’re together?
Y/N: Because Steve is just… so happy. Look at him. He’s enjoying this so much.
Pietro: I may be bitter about this trip but my complaining would ruin it for Steve and he deserves a break.
Bruce: Ummm… Y/N?
Y/N: Yeah, Bruce?
Bruce: There’s a very large, angry looking bug on you. Don’t move.
Y/N: YOU CANT
JUST TELL ME THAT BRUCE AND THEN EXPECT ME NOT TO MOVE GET IT OFF GET IT
OFF BRUCE BRUCE DO SOMETHING BRUCE BRUCE OH GOD NATASHA SAVE ME
gone! Calm down. You’re okay, you’re okay. I promise not to let any bug
near you. Since the boys are pretty much cowards, I’ll take on the role
of bug destroyer.
Bucky: …it was so big nat… so terrifying… you are our hero.
Y/N: Where did it go though…?
Bruce: Oh it’s entangled in Thor’s hair now.
Thor: LADY NATASHA, RESCUE ME FROM THIS FOUL DEMON. I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS TORTURE, AWAY WITH IT! IT’S HISSING! ODIN HELP ME.
Tony: THOR DON’T SUMMON LIGHTING!
Thor: I WILL SMITE THEE, DEMON! THIS LECHEROUS THING THINKS IT CAN ATTACK ME. I MAY BE SCARED BUT I AM STILL MIGHTY!
WARNINGS - This is for the whole series . There will be explicit smut and possible NSFW gifs. And loads of fluff and aftercare .
A/N- This will a series of 10 parts excluding this preview . This series is based on the movie 9 SONGS . I liked the concept of the movie . And I felt like writing it . It will contain kinks so if you aren’t comfortable please do not read it . I am horrible at putting warning on fics , so if I need to add any please do not hesitate to tell me .
Taw@supersoldierslover will probably help me out a lot like always , so thank you in advance . You should probably follow her if you aren’t because she is absolutely amazing .
Each part will have a few different kinks , and a song .
I am accepting kinks and requests . So please send in an ask or a request if you want any particular kink that you are interested in so that I can write it for you .
The POV’s will be changing . A few parts will be in readers POV and a few in Bucky’s .
PAIRING - Bucky x Reader ( I am most comfortable writing for Bucky so ….)
SUMMARY- Bucky and the reader meet at a concert . The reader is from a different country and has come to America for a 12 month internship . She meets Bucky at a concert . Their relationship lasts for a year , where she lives with him . They test out their limits and sexual desires . Bucky is completely in love but he also knows that what they have will come to an end when she goes back . So this is the journey about how Bucky makes the most of his 12 months with you .
Summery: Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.
Hi! First of all, I’m in love with your chatrooms. Thank you for them.
They are brilliant!! Can you do a chatroom where BuckyxElemental!Reader
hate eachother, Bucky acts harsh on her, but with the help of the
Avengers they realize they actually love eachother and care for
eachother so much? And I’d love to see StevexTony moments!!❤️(Stony is
cute haha) And and and fun time with Thor and Loki :) Also I’d be so
happy if you’ll add Matt Murdock too :) I’m so sorry I asked to much but
that’s all 🙈
(a/n:<3 you are so sweet, thank you, no problem!)
A/N: the chat title menu grows, now serving cinnamon rolls.
Thor has created a chatroom.
Thor has added Loki, Natasha, Clint, Bruce.
Thor: END THIS!
Bruce: End what?
Thor: This awkwardness… it is almost tangible.
Natasha: Bucky and Y/N have been glaring at each other for 2 hours straight and we’re still 3 hours away from the compound.
Thor: I cannot withstand this anymore!
Bruce: Ohhh, that. Sorry I was watching cat videos. Didn’t notice.
Loki: May I suggest throwing Barnes out the jet and watch on as he plummets to his demise? That would surely end the tension.
Thor: Brother, you can’t just use murder to solve all your problems!
Loki: It’s worked in the past!
Natasha: Bucky is at fault and I’m starting to like Loki’s plan…
Loki: See, Thor! Natasha agrees! Lure him to the door and I’ll push him out.
Thor: We are not murdering Sir Barnes despite his dishonorable words towards Lady Y/N.
Clint: Why did Loki even come on the mission?
Natasha: We need to do something. They’re always fighting and I can’t take it anymore.
Bruce: Why don’t we get Bucky to apologize?
Loki: Why don’t we THREATEN HIM WITH VIOLENCE to apologize?
Request from @brieflybigwonderland: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!
Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3
It had been a couple of years
since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t
have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and
given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this
meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in,
spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even
if the conversation soon turned to him.
But then he wouldn’t be Tony if
he didn’t boost his own ego.
Life couldn’t have been any
better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long
before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single
word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the
death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he
stepped into the lobby of the building.