It’s sicktember day 20. Today’s sick character is Sam! Sam won't admit he's sick and Peter has to go to extreme methods to get him to admit it. Are doctors allowed to prank their patients? I had so much fun writing this one 😂
link to story on ao3: Being a doctor isn’t all fun and games, but sometimes it is
Tomorrow Peter can't help being a doctor when a criminal gets hurt, but Tony and Bruce are not happy.
#sickfic #sick sam wilson #peter being an A+ doctor #peter parker is really good at pranks #poor sam wilson #sicktember 2021 #sicktember day 20 #sicktember prompt: 9 I'm not sick
Chapter Two: A few 1950s movies and many important dates - sets the decades introduction off to the right path.
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After Steve and Natasha came back from their mission, and F.R.I.D.A.Y. was working on getting rid of the encryption and extra firewalls that Natasha couldn't get through.
Sam had sat down the two war veterans down on the sofa in the lounge, Wanda and Vision were sat on the other sofa, having a friendly game of chess (anyone with a pair of eyes could see what was blossoming between the android and witch).
Nancy walked over a towel wrapped around her neck as she wiped away the droplets of sweat that were running down the sides of her forehead. There was hair coming away from the haphazard bun she's tucked it in.
But, to Bucky, she still looked as gorgeous as when he first laid eyes on her.
"Hey, what's going on?" She asked, standing in the doorway as a panting Peter came walking from the gym as well.
"We're going to give these two fossils an introduction to the 1950s," Sam said, pulling out a notebook from under the table that the chessboard was sat on.
Nancy and Peter came walking over but kept a respectful distance from the rest of the Avengers so that the smell wouldn't wave their way.
"We don't have to do this now, I'm pretty sure we could let Peter and Nancy go for a shower," Steve said.
"Go for a shower, doll," Bucky said, looking over at Nancy. "You must be uncomfortable,"
After Peter and Nancy's shower, they walked back from their respective rooms and back to the lounge - where Tony and Clint had joined the group.
"Biggest things that happened in the 1950s," Sam started, pulling a whiteboard from somewhere, which confused a few of the Avengers, as he drew a long line and marked each line coming off with a year.
"1950, Walt Disney studios was saved by Cinderella," Nancy instantly rattled off that little piece of information.
Bucky, who she was sat next to with his arm calmly resting along the back of the sofa and his fingertips gently brushing along her shoulder. "Walt Disney is still going?"
"I showed you Tangled, the Rapunzel adaptation," Nancy said, which made Bucky nod, the few films they had watched together, and the TV shows she recommended. "Disney did that,"
"Alright, 1951!" Sam said, pulling the conversation back on track. Looking at his notes. "The colour television became known to America," he said, writing it under 1951.
"1952, Queen Elizabeth comes to the throne," Peter said, putting forward the information that he knows about history for England.
"Princess Elizabeth is Queen?" Steve asked, looking around the group, who were all nodding.
The group went quiet for 1953. Nancy scrolled through her phone looking for something that happened in that year. "The first James Bond book was published?" Nancy offers.
"No, something else," Tony said, having contributed nothing so far.
"Queen Elizabeth was crowned in 1953," she said, seeing the picture of a newly crowned 26-year-old Queen Elizabeth II.
Sam thought about it for a second. "It'll do!" He wrote it down on the board.
"1954, J. R. R. Tolkien published The Lord of the Rings," Natasha said, Bucky looked over at the Black Widow - who he has some kind of memory training...
"J. R. R. Tolkien, he wrote The Hobbit," Bucky said.
Nancy looked up at him over her shoulder. "The Lord of the Rings is the follow up to The Hobbit," she told him, which made Bucky's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"1955," Nancy said, looking between the two Brooklyn boys. "You too are going to like this,"
Steve and Bucky shifted little. "1955, the Brooklyn Dodgers won the World Series against the New York Yankees," she said, a grin growing on her face.
The pair started cheering, as Sam wrote down the information on the board. Which made Wanda and Vision jump at the sudden loud noise.
"1956, are we going with Elvis or Doris Day?" Sam asked.
Nancy and Natasha looked at each other and then at the two super soldiers. "I'd go with both,"
"1957," Sam said, turning around from the board.
"Another big thing happened in sport, and I don't want to say it," Nancy said, holding her phone screen to her chest.
Bucky started reaching for it, using the arm thrown around her shoulder to pull her tightly into his side. "What is it, doll? Tell me," he said, finding the ticklish spot along the side of her ribs.
"Ok, fine! I'll tell!" Nancy said. "In 1957, the Brooklyn Dodgers moved..."
Bucky, who had always been a fan of the Brooklyn Dodgers, shifted a little. "What do you mean they moved?"
"I don't know why. But," Nancy let out a sigh. "They're not the Brooklyn Dodgers anymore," she said, looking up at Bucky, only slightly scared as to what he will do.
"What are they now?"
"The Los Angeles Dodgers," she said, taking Bucky's flesh hand. "They've won another five world series!" She continued, which settled Bucky's brooding.
It was quiet for a second, as Bucky came to terms with his baseball team had moved.
"1958, N.A.S.A. is created," Sam said, writing the fact on the board.
Sam turned back around. "And finally 1959,"
"Alaska and Hawaii become the 49th and 50th states," Peter said.
Steve, Bucky, and Sam had watched A Star is Born which starred Judy Garland, Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn, and High Society with Grace Kelly.
"You know this was Grace Kelly's last film?" Nancy said, walking through the cinema room because she sometimes gets random cravings for things - but that doesn't mean that she was pregnant.
Bucky looked over his seat to see Nancy walking to the popcorn machine that Tony had installed and used the scoop to dump as much popcorn into the bucket that she picked. "What do you mean, doll?"
"She got married," Nancy said, turning around to face the three men. "Retired and became the Princess of Monaco," she continued. Paused for a second. "Now that I think about it, this is the last time her face is seen in a film. She did a narration thing in 1977, then she died 5 years after that,"
The Brooklyn boys were quiet as the film continued to play in the background.
"Sam! Set up the living room so that we can dance? I'm going to help Natasha make some drinks," Nancy called, carrying the records her grandfather let her borrow for the night. "And be careful with the records, please? I don't want to let Pops down by breaking them,"
"Will do!" Sam called back, moving the chairs and sofa out the way so that they have enough room to dance.
Whilst Nancy was helping Natasha make a few drinks, Wanda came strolling along to the bar, with two dresses covered in plastic. "Collected as promised," she said, giving the ladies a wink before walking away, carrying her own dress.
"Nat, you go get dressed, I can see Tony strolling over, apparently he likes it when I make his drinks," Nancy both shrugged and rolled her eyes.
Nancy came walking over to the living room. "Nat, does it look right," she asked, tying the ribbon of her halter neck dress in a neat bow. The former spy went walking over and fiddled with the ribbon around Nancy's waist.
"Yes, it does, you look stunning, like always," Nat said, gently running her hand along Nancy's skirt a few times to ease the pleats. Nancy was used to Natasha (former spy, and deathly scary Black Widow) throwing compliments her way.
"Stop it!" Nancy exclaimed, swatting away the woman, fiddling with her petticoat once more before wandering to where Wanda was sat with Peter.
Bucky couldn't take his eyes off her, if he were to be killed right there and then, Bucky would have been the happiest man on earth to have been graced with the presence of the most beautiful woman in the entire world.
"Buck, you're drooling," Steve mutters, giving his oldest best friend a nudge.
"Shut up, punk," he mutters back.
Sam put on (We're Gonna) Rock Around The Clock by Bill Haley and His Comets.
Turning around to look at Nancy. "What do you say, sweetheart? Up for a dance?"
She rolled her eyes but took Sam's outstretched hand.
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight!
Both Sam and Nancy knew how fast this song could go, with it being rock and roll from the 50s, that as they were dancing with their feet they shared a look.
"Ready Sammy?" She asked, making sure that she has a good grip on his hands.
"Ready as ever, sweetheart,"
The only people left tidying up were Bucky and Nancy. Nancy told Sam that she would clean up, just as long as he would tidy up next week - the 60s... good luck to him!
She gently collected her grandfather's records, which she would take back to him tomorrow. Finding Earth Angel by The Penguins. She remembers the number of times Pops would tell her about his prom, and when he finally got a date with the gorgeous dame that was her grandmother.
"Hey, Sargent," Nancy called, turning around to face Bucky. She held the record towards him. "You got enough juice for one last dance?"
"For you doll? Of course," he smiled and watched as she took it out of the sleeve and placed it on the player, gently moving the needle to the grooves. The sound of the 50s rhythm and blues by the saxophone followed by the lead vocalist Cleveland Duncan.
Once the record was set, she turned around and held her hand out to the man. Which Bucky took with his flesh hand, and with a slightly firm yank, making sure that her arm staying in its socket.
Earth Angel, Earth Angel,
Will you be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love with you
"This isn't that far from the 40s music," Bucky commented, twirling Nancy out, and then bringing her back into his arms.
"I should hope so, it was only 10 years later," Nancy states back. "You know, they played this song at my grandparents' prom," Nancy said, as she started to stare off into the distance. "Pops always said that he was too much of a chicken and go speak to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. They played this song, and somehow he got the courage to go speak to her. It was because of this song, that my grandparents got together in the first place, and I wouldn't be here,"
Bucky could see that she was slightly fading away, as her eyes became misty. "I'll never forget Nan's face whenever they spoke about it. She practically lit up like a Christmas Tree," she closed her eyes for a second, as a tear dropped out of the corner of her left eye. Her lip trembled as she opened her eyes, which were now swimming with unshed tears.
"Doll," he said quietly, tugging her in closer so that her head rested in his flesh shoulder blade. He could hear her sniffling. "If you need to cry, then cry," he said. "It doesn't matter how long it's been when you lose someone that is that important to you, I'll always leave a gaping hole in your heart,"
Like the Sea. Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes. Smut. They spend the night on the boat, and find a little bit of the comfort they both deserve.
The thing is, it’s easy once they get past the petty arguments and the sniping and the what in the fresh hell have you done. It’s like they’re pieces of a puzzle—
—a puzzle or a maze, and the strife they survived together was the thread to bring them home—
Listen, Bucky. After all we’ve been through, I think I deserve to wax a little poetic.
Yeah, alright. Pass the salt.
And in the evening they slot together in the narrow bunk, all knees and elbows and the blankets kicked away, cocks together and Sam’s hand slick around them both; it’s a miracle they haven’t broken through the bed with their combined bulk and the way they fell hard to the mattress.
And it’s so easy. Fighting’s a lot like fucking, a sentiment that Sam would laugh at but he’s seen Bucky in the midst of the fight, the weight and armature of that damn arm pulling his gait into something predatory, frightening, inexorable— the arm’s vibranium now, lighter, but when he forgets to hold himself in a harmless pose Bucky falls into muscle memory and Christ Sam could’ve killed him at the time but now— but now—
How does that feel?
Sam. Fuck. You want me to make any sense, you’d better stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop, that’s it, so fucking close—
And there is balance here; Bucky’s stronger but Sam is more measured, thoughtful.
Like that’s a bad thing? You oughta try it sometime.
They fall into orbit around one another and if at one time they were enemies (rivals, reluctant allies, breaking bread with a glare and a stop kicking me under the table), now they are— this. Bucky cupping his right hand around the back of Sam’s neck, breathing him in (gasping, like he wants him down in the deepest parts of his lungs, need spiraling out into his blood and making him dizzy with it all), Sam with that broad smile like Christmas and his birthday came all at once, holding a sticky hand out for Bucky to lick and gasping when it happens.
Like the sea. Like streaks of churning water behind the waves.
Poetry. Knew you had it in you.
Sam. This is the worst fucking bed for this.
We could go up to the deck. Lay out some blankets, fuck around like kids after prom. Wanna toss a coin to see who tops?
Sam tops as it turns out, face-to-face so Bucky can’t hide, so he can see the exact moment embarrassment bleeds away and Bucky lets the pleasure take him under. Sweat patters down like rain; this is communion, and when drops land on Bucky’s lips he licks them away. It’s better than wine, heady, and he tugs Sam down til he can lick a broad stripe up the side of his face.
Can’t get enough of me, can you?
Fuck— fuck you. C’mon, do that again. Little higher, I— there. More. Sam— and Bucky falls apart with his eyes squeezed shut; they don’t come together but Sam is right behind in the next step of the dance and lets himself flow out into Bucky like the tide.
Mixing your metaphors there, flyboy.
Ask me if I care. And I’m not a pilot.
Whatever. But it’s soft and there’s a little curl of smile at the edge of Bucky’s voice. It plays counterpoint to Sam’s open, sated expression, to the way he hums a little and wraps the two of them up together. This, then, is where they find their grace— one of many wheres and whens— listening to the hush of water against the side of the boat, leaning into one another and letting the dew fall on their blanket. If they fall asleep here they’ll awaken damp and stiff, but going belowdecks means they’ll be crammed into that tiny bunk again, body to body, sharing breath, their hands so close to— come on. Let’s go back down. I could use a nap.
I bet you do, old man.
Tch. I’ll give you old. Next time, I top. Next time. Yeah, there’s gonna be a next time. But for now there’s a too-small bed and a pair of long-limbed men to fold themselves around each other. There’s sleep without dreams and a sunrise that filters through the open hatch. There’s a stretch and a sigh and someone muttering coffee in a voice still thick and fuzzy.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader
Summary: You wake up and smell something coming from the kitchen
Word count: 579
A/N: This is my entry for day 20 of Samtember 2021, initiated by @samwilsonfest. The prompt for today is "Baking".
You woke up from the smell. The residential rooms, consisting each of a bedroom, bath and a small kitchenette and small living room, were spread on one side of the floor at the compound with the big communal kitchen and private living room (off limits for parties after an intervention by several people against Tony). And still, it smelled so strongly of chocolate and a little less so of something fruity, it wafted all the way to you.
In your pajamas, you stepped out into the hall, only to run into Scott.
“You smell that too, don’t you?” Scott yawned.
You nodded. In sleep induced silence you two went over to the kitchen. You were equally parts happy it was you and Scott who were the first in the kitchen and confused as to what and who you saw in there.
“Sam?” Scott sounded as disbelieving as you must have looked.
Sam turned around, flour on his cheek and hands speckled with short pastry. Behind and surrounding him were countless bowls filled with dough, what seemed to be food coloring, egg yolks and egg whites, there was a wooden board with chocolate covered strawberries drying, another with fondant waiting to be rolled, several layers of already baked dough waiting for the last step to become a cake and several baking dishes for brownies, cupcakes and yet more cakes. And then there were the open packages of flour, sugar, baking powder and everything else you could think of to need for baking.
“I’m gonna clean all this up, you know me” He said and thrust the rolling pin at you and Scott.
“You’re good man. Can we help?” Scott asked.
“You just wanna put a claim to the rest of the dough in the bowls” Sam pointed the rolling pin at Scott, “and you just want the cupcakes when they’re still steaming hot.”
“Guilty. So no help?” You wanted to know.
“Scott, can you fill the pans with the dough? Just put this batter here, the brownie batter in the pan with the high wall and this batter into the cupcake baking dish? Y/N, can you work on the layer cake? We’ll take blueberries, put them on the top of one layer, then the next layer on top, blueberries again and the last layer on top. Then comes butter cream around it all.”
You set to work on what Sam instructed you to do. He stood left of you and Scott to his left. Sam busied himself with creating decorations from fondant and occasionally painting something with the food coloring.
You were concentrating on evening out the butter cream, when you heard Sam sternly say: “No licking the spoons until all the pans are filled, Scott.”
“Sorry Cap. But there was only one cupcake space missing…”
You chuckled and finished the butter cream. The three of you worked together after that and with the last tray in the oven, you slumped on the stools by the kitchen island, just taking a minute before cleaning up.
“Sam? Want a spoon?” You held one up to him, a smaller one to Scott and took one for you.
All of you licked on your spoons when you heard a whimper behind you.
“What did you do to my kitchen?” Tony squeaked.
“You don’t even use it except for making coffee. Now there’s a surplus of cakes and cookies and brownies, so don’t whine. Here, have a spoon” You elbowed Tony in the ribs.
i had intentions on writing so much more tonight, but i’m truthfully pretty slumped from work today! i’ll be on tomorrow after work and you can still reach me through mobile, but i’m definitely gonna try and sleep now.
thank you all for the support and kindness these past days, especially today, though!! you all motivate me and inspire me to keep on writin’ things and i love it. have a wonderful day or night, wherever you may be, and may peace be with you all!!
#im sleepy lmfao #WHICH EXPLAINS THE OWEN WILSON IMPRESISONS IN SAM X READER I JUST DID
Sam Wilson was Bucky Barnes’s first love. The man was like a wild dream, like an endless slumber that cradles your bones. Sam was like Bucky’s eternal lasting sunlight, one that nurtures sunflowers and bends them towards the East.
Bucky loved Sam. Oh, how he loved him, just as much the ocean met the sun in preparation for nighttime, their touch is just as natural. Their connection is just as boundless. Their adoration was like a high priestess worshipping a god. Kisses onto the feet, wash it with your own hair. Biblically knowing each other’s bodies as if they were your own.
And Sam loved him just the same. Picking flowers and braiding them into their hair, washing their hair in the bathroom as the most gentle touch you can give them. Kisses on the prosthetic, on the scarred arm, on the scars you both adorn.
Yes, they loved, like an unconditional god that promises heaven to your worshippers.
Imagine the loss once he’s taken away.
It’s quick, like a bandaid being torn apart from your skin. It’s a pang that is everlasting and Bucky screams for him and the sound shakes the underground of Hades’s Kingdom. The first time he met his love, he loses him.
He pins the blame on himself, because what else can he do? Live among the dead? He screams until he’s coughing up blood until the nailbed under his nails bleeds from the scratching. He’s enduring pain, wishing Sam’s pain could be done unto him.
Bucky isn’t ready for the grief, because he knows it’s unimaginable. Sam as the sunshine in his gloomy days, the Patroclus to his Achilles, but he should’ve known what to make of it; they both died at the end.
They both died in the end, in flowers, in the woods, moss growing on their rotting skin.
(Bucky x Daughter!Reader, Steve x Child!Reader, Avengers x Child!Reader)
Author’s Notes: Just a heads up, this is part 3 of 1 of the ‘Paint It Black’ Series. Please read 'Over The Edge and A Civi, War’ that’s on my masterlist. This chapters a little more heart warming than what's about to happen next (*Evil Laugh*).
There's a reason I split this into two parts, and that was because I wanted to separate the fluff and the angst (And I guess to torture you guys a bit). So sorry if this seems short :(
Also, since this an AU, I combined the dialogue from Black Panther's post credit scene and the Bucky recruitment scene from Infinity War. Just because I thought it went well together :)
Summary: It's been two years on the run, and (Y/N) Barnes has finally been reunited with her father. But how long will that last?
Warning: Implied references to night terrors and minor angst. Read at your own risk
(Also, all gifs are NOT mine)
Bucky woke up once again in the middle of the night from your crying. He sighs tiredly, throwing the covers off his body, and staggers towards your crib. Your face was red, eyes full of tears as you squired out of the lilac blanket he wrapped around you. As carefully as he could, he picked you and held you close to his chest.
He shushes you softly and quietly, bouncing you a little. He muttered soothing words as he walked around the room. It was just you and your father inside the whole house, the rest of the family was away, and Steve unfortunately was out sick as well; And no matter how many times Bucky tries to get Steve just to stay over so he could keep an eye on the both of you guys, the blond kept on insisting that he didn’t want to get you sick. So Bucky, after many bickering fights of going back and forth, eventually lets it go.
He sighs again just as your cries calmed down. “Okay…” He breathes, looking down at you. He watches you stare back at him with your curious eyes, cooing quietly at him. He couldn’t help but smile a little.
“Okay, (Y/N). How about you sleep with your dad tonight?” He says, kissing the top of your hair.
He gently laid you down in the middle of the bed, before doing the same, even shifting his body to look at you better. He watches with a fond look as you try to wiggle around on your back to look at you too.
He snorts tiredly. “Do you have ants in your pants, or something?” He asks, reaching out to steady you. Your small hands quickly latch on, before you start gnawing on one of his fingers. His eyes widened in surprise, feeling small bumps in your gums that he hadn't noticed before. “Oh, now I see. No wonder you're so fussy. I’ll have to get you something to teethe on other than my hand.”
You made another cooing sound again, almost like you were responding to him, which made him feel bittersweet about this moment. He suddenly felt that cold and lonely feeling like the day your mother left. It was a horrible, stinging feeling deep in his chest.
Bucky only wishes he could give you a normal family. One where he didn’t have to give you over to his mother so he could work down at the factory long days for extra cash, or one where he didn’t have to rely on Steve when something came up. He hated how he had to rely on everyone for help. Hated how sometimes watching you sleep was the only ‘quality’ time he could have with you. All he wanted was to live a normal life with you. Was that too much to ask?
“And I wouldn’t have to worry about my numbers coming in.” He whispers, stroking your cheek slowly, trying to lull you back to sleep. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry you don’t have a mother. I’m sorry that I’m not around that much. I just want us to have a stable future. Maybe we’ll be able to be on our own one day, won’t that be nice?”
He watches your (Y/E/C) eyes start to drift close, body relaxing under your father’s touch. He shakes his head at himself. “What am I saying? I just need to enjoy my time with you before you're suddenly an adult. At least that’s what my mom keeps saying. Hmm?”
With another soft touch to your cheek, you eventually fell back asleep, leaving Bucky to kiss your forehead one more time. He stays close, and protectively, as he tries to let himself get some rest before the early morning sun.
“Goodnight, baby doll.”
He was awoken by three small children staring back at him, and the moment he started to stir and push himself up with his one good arm, they ran off in a fit of laughter. Bucky lets a small smile play on his face as he stands up to stretch. These last two years have gone by fast, and it was all worth it to have his mind fully free. He couldn’t wait to see you again. He wouldn’t have to worry about being triggered and hurting you like he had so many people.
He makes a move to step out of his small hut, taking in the fresh air and warm sun. It was so…
But he was surprised when he found the King’s sister standing a few feet away. She hasn’t visited him in a while, so he wonders what the occasion is. He walks over, and she greets him with a kind smile.
“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” Shuri said. His title gives him a little more hope than the one HYDRA gave him, but still, he felt like he didn’t deserve to be called that since it’s been so long since the 40s.
“Bucky.” He corrected her, politely.
She nods in understanding. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” Which was the wholehearted truth. However, he could tell something was off, but didn’t want to jump into any conclusions just yet. “Thank you.”
She smiles, and touches his shoulder. “Come.” Shuri says, walking away. “Much more for you to learn.”
There was suddenly a sinking feeling in his gut, and tries to wash it away as he took one last look at the golden sun. She guided him to a more secluded area, away from the rest of the civilians who lived near him, that should have been a dead giveaway for him; He should have known right away that something was wrong when he saw the Dora Milaje coming towards him, or that the literal King of Wakanda was standing right before him.
For once, instead of having a never ending smile bestowed on his face, Bucky actually finds himself frowning again. He didn’t even question anything as T’Challa stayed silent as one of his people placed a case on a log, opening it to something he wasn’t quite ready for.
He bites the inside of his cheek, keeping himself together. He knew he had the freedom to say ‘no’, but there was still a part of insecurity that was taking over yet again. He didn’t even dare look T’Challa in the eyes, he didn’t want to see the desperation he could sense on his face.
“Where’s the fight?” He asks, and couldn’t hide the slightest tremble at the end.
“It’s on its way.” T’Challa replies, sadly. “And so is Steve Rogers and his group, along with your daughter.” He actually got Bucky to look up at him at the mention of you, and felt pity. “I know this is not the reunion you expected, but this is all I can give you right now. This… enemy, is something I never expected before. Are you in, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky swallows, hoping his day to come fight again wouldn't come so soon. But a promise to see everyone again, to see you again, was enough to put his fears behind.
You nervously tapped your foot against the floor of the Quinjet, you were anxious of what could be happening down below. You saw a lot of things over the years, but fighting aliens from another world took the cake for you. Or you could say Steve was fighting aliens. You were stuck behind in the jet for safety, which you guess you could understand. He was technically your guardian for the time being, but still. You are an assassin for crying out loud! You could hold your own. You had the super strength, speed, and reflexes. Sure you’re still trying to figure out how to willingly walk through walls, but you’ve been practicing!
You sighed, throwing your head back so it rested against the wall.
Maybe when dad’s better we can practice together. You wondered, maybe you could two-V-one with Uncle Steve or even Sam. Now that’ll be fun.
Right on cue, the rebels (a nickname you came up with after Steve and Natasha broke everyone out of the raft), came strolling back in with the last two people. One of them you haven’t seen in a few years.
“Alright, Sam. Let’s get this thing in the air.” Steve announces. “We gotta get Vision as far away as possible from these people.”
“Roger that, Cap.” Sam said, closing the bay door and starting the flying process.
“Why do they need Vision?” You asked, confusedly. When you got the distress call from the witch, you were all confused on why the Black Order was going after the android and not anybody else.
“The stone on his forehead. These people need to give it to their boss.” Natasha replies, taking a seat.
“But why? What’s so important about the stone?”
“We don’t know. Hopefully we won’t find out.”
“And we won’t. I won’t let them take it.” Wanda said, determination in her veins as she sets Vision in his seat. Her face soon softens upon seeing you. “(Y/N), you’ve gotten so big!”
“Hi, Wanda.” You said, smiling as she cups your cheek. The gestures kind of reminded you of your Aunts. “Long time no see.”
“It has been. How old are you now?”
“Wow. Your father would be so happy when he sees you again.” She smiles too and looks over her shoulder to her lover. “Hey, Vis. This is Bucky’s kid I was telling you about.”
Vision gives you a fond look, and a small wave. “Hello.”
“Hi.” You reply, before facing Steve. “So what’s next, Uncle?”
You could see the wheels turning in his head. You knew he meant all business right now which meant this whole thing was super serious. You just hope this had a better ending than the Avengers’ civil war two years back.
“Home.” He says, which meant the only place you could think of. “We’re going to need all the help we can get. I can already tell this is going to be something big.”
The Avengers HQ is something you’ve heard stories about from the team, but never actually been to. Ever since Zemo dragged you into their civil war, you were immediately deemed as a traitor. Your father was left in Wakanda to help clear his mind, which left you in the care of his best friend. From there you met all the people you could trust.
Natasha was nice. She was very motherly towards you, and extremely patient. At the beginning she helped you fall back to sleep when nightmares plagued you with a sweet Russian lullaby, or she taught you little things about the modern world that’ll stay intact forever.
Then there was Sam Wilson, who was a very boisterous, but kind man. His stories and jokes got you to laugh, which was something that took a while for you to get back because of HYDRA.
And before they went their separate ways, you briefly met Scott Lang, Clint Barton, and Wanda Maximoff. Scott managed to home with only a house arrest, and even Clint got off with just going home to the family, all while Wanda went off to search for Vision.
So after those two were out of the picture, it was two long years of just you, Steve, Nat, and Sam. It was one shitty motel after another, but you somehow managed to stay hidden for a long time. And now, the only reason you are heading out of the shadows was apparently to stop a global threat. Which you still couldn’t wrap your head around. Aliens? Flying ships? Stones that held extraordinary powers? It was all too surreal (Your head almost exploded when they told you about an actual god on the Avengers).
Now you were standing side-by-side with the small squad, walking towards a man you were told was named James Rhodes, or Rhodey, aka War Machine. Apparently he was becoming your ally. All of you had stopped walking when Rhodey and -that jerk of a hologram- Ross faced you.
You watched as Steve gave the man a small glare. “Mr. Secretary.” He said, and you sensed the anger underneath it.
Ross looked dumbfounded as he marched over towards you and the group. “You got some nerve, I’ll give you that.”
“You could use some of that, right now.” Natasha quips, hiding her anger as well.
Ross almost scoffed at that, before his eyes landed on you. “Who the hell’s the kid?”
You stiffen a little, and opened your mouth to speak.
“She’s none of your concern.” Steve cuts in, holding his arm out in front of you. Ross already tried to take away your father, he wasn’t going to let him do that to you.
The secretary stayed quiet at that, before continuing on with the matter at hand. “The world’s on fire, and you think that all’s forgiven?”
“I’m not looking for forgiveness.” Steve replies, keeping his steady look. “And I’m way past asking for permission. Earth just lost your best defender. So we’re here to fight, and if you want to stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.”
Oh damn… You thought, holding back a laugh upon seeing Ross’ face. You forgot how stern and scary your Uncle can be sometimes, and the secretary was not going to have that.
You mentally scoffed. Good luck, dude.
Ross opens and closes his mouth before turning around to face Rhodey, you could see the smoke practically coming out of his ears. “Arrest them.” He said, calmly.
Rhodes nods. “All over it…” He swipes Ross away, completely fed up. “That’s a court-martial.” He seemed a little sad, but it vanished upon seeing an old face again. “It’s great to see you, Cap.”
Steve smiles, shaking his hand. “You too, buddy.”
Natasha steps forward and gives him a long overdue hug.
Rhodey looks around, happy as can be. “Wow.” He begins, taking in their appearances. “You guys… really look like crap. Must have been a rough couple of years.”
“Yeah, well the hotels weren’t exactly five stars.” Sam replies, smiling back.
“Especially that last one.” You add, remembering the literal holes in the walls, which made Sam chuckle.
Rhodey looks at you, puzzled. “Uh… do one of you have a kid I don’t know about?”
“She’s-” Steve begins, knowing your existence was going to be a long story, but before he could go on, a familiar voice broke through.
“I think you look great.” Bruce said, entering the room from the other side. Everyone around you seemed surprised by his entrance, which made him nervously laugh. “Yeah… I’m back.”
“Who’s he?” You whisper to Sam.
“Oh, well I never personally met him, but that's Dr. Banner. He turns into the big green guy.” Sam whispers back.
“Oh!” Your eyes light up. So this was another OG Avenger. How exciting.
Bruce seemed to have the same question Rhodey had, and gestures to you. “Who’s the kid?”
“I’m (Y/N) Barnes.” You reply, decided to speak for yourself on this one. The quicker you get acquainted, the faster you can stop whatever is coming.
“Barnes? Like… Steve’s friend?”
“It’s a long story. Which we’ll have to explain some other time. Right now we need to head somewhere safer and prepare for battle.” Steve said, already divicing a plan. “I already contacted King T’Challa of Wakanda. He’s going to help us out.”
You perked up at that, spinning on your heels so you're facing him fully. “Wait, we’re going to get my Wakanda?”
“We are.” Steve replies, earning a huge grin from you. He could help but feel the same way as well. “He already informed me he’s getting your father.”
Now this wasn’t exactly how you thought your reunion would go, but seeing you dad after all this time was something you desperately needed. And knowing that it was probably free from HYDRA’s controls by now made this reunion even better.
“Hey, look at that, Firecracker. You can finally see your dad.” Sam said, which you playfully stuck your tongue at him from the nickname.
“Wait…. Tony’s in space, Wizards real, Barnes has a kid and he’s in Wakanda?” Bruce said, rubbing his temples. “Okay, you guys are going to have to explain what’s been happening while I’ve been gone.”
His confusion made everyone laugh, as Steve replies that he’ll explain everything as long as he tells them where he’s been for the past two years.
You were met with broad daylight when the bay door opened, you stayed close to Steve and Natasha like you always did, and followed them to meet T’Challa and the Dora Milaje.
“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something.” Steve said, shaking the King’s hand.
In the corner of your eye you saw Bruce bow, making Rhodey smirk. You quickly realize that the ex-military man was a jokester.
“Uh, we don’t do that here.” T’Challa said, making you stifle a laugh at the look of disbelief and betrayal on the Doctor’s face. “So how big of an assault do we expect?”
“Uh, sir, sir!” Bruce said, as they all started walking for the main building. “You should expect quite a big assault.”
“How are we looking?” Natasha asked.
“You have my King’s guards, the Buddha tribe, and the Dora Milaje.” T’Challa said, before pointing to someone in the distance. “And-”
“A semi-stable one hundred year old man.” Your father said, strolling over with a smile you haven't seen since your time in the 40s.
Steve copied his expression, giving him a big hug and a pat on the back. “How have you been, Buck?”
“Uh… not bad for the end of the world.” He jokes, his happy face never faltering. Which was a good sign for you. You chuckled and started running towards him with your arms out.
“Dad!” You shout, watching Steve step out of the way for you.
“(Y/N)!” Bucky said, bending over a little to envelope you completely.
He takes you all in as a new sense of joy that he could not express enough. He takes your face in his hands, not scared of using his left anymore as he brushes some loose strands out of your face. You look so much bigger than the last time he saw you, a little mature in your ten year old face.
“How are you?” He asks, as you touch his hands to keep them in place.
“I’m good. I had fun with Uncle Steve and his friends.” You reply, honestly.
“I bet you did.”
T’Challa clears his throat to get your attention. “Not to break this tender moment up, but we have to get moving. You guys can talk more inside.”
“Right. Of course.” Bucky said, holding you close as you all went inside.
Bucky kept his arm slinged around your shoulder as you two stepped off to the side for some privacy, one where you could overlook the city. You guys still have some time before actions must be taken.
You took this moment to take in his appearance. He looked so much livelier and healthier, and was sporting a new arm that no longer had the sins of the Winter Soldier written upon it. He didn’t even mind touching you with it, so that was automatically a good sign for you. He was even smiling and laughing like you haven't heard in such a long time. It felt good to know that he was going to be okay in the long run.
“Hey, Dad?” You said, curiously.
“Yeah?” He said, his eyes flickering from the scenery to you.
“Are they all gone?” You needed to be sure. You couldn’t imagine another year without him.
The hum he gave you as he pulled you closer was another good sign. “Yeah they are. I’m free, doll. What about you? How are you feeling?”
You give a warm look, comforting his fears of HYDRA’s control on you. “They don’t work. T’Challa suggested we wait a year to try them out, thinking that maybe they’ll just go away because I’m a kid, and he was right. I’m free as well.”
His chest felt warm, and kissed the top of your head. “That’s wonderful to hear. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, dad. I’m happy for you too.” You reply, but your smile falters a little. “Although… I still have a lot of night terrors…”
He frowns too. “Well… unfortunately that's understandable. I do too.”
He strokes your hair softly, you almost felt like you could fall asleep right then and there. The warming and loving touch of your father (and no offense to) was nothing compared to Steve or the others. Although you greatly appreciate all they’ve done for you, you would choose to cuddle up next to your dad any day of the week.
You nodded into his touch, a cloud of sadness floating around the both of you. HYDRA’s done so much to you both, and even though their controls on you are gone, their impact has left a lot of damage behind. Damage that was going to take time to fix.
Which is what your dad promised you next.
“(Y/N).” He begins, his voice soft and gentle, just like he always is around you. “I don’t know how long, but we’re going to get through this. Whenever this whole… alien invasion is done, you and me are going to settle down a pick off right where left off.”
He gives you a bittersweet smile, and you could see his eyes glazing over just like yours. Now this was the dad you knew before HYDRA.
Bucky continues, “I’m not perfect, (Y/N). I wasn’t perfect back then, and I’m even more imperfect now, but god knows that’s not to stop me from doing my best to help my daughter. When you need me, I’m going to be there for you, I promise. Seventy years is where I put my foot down from being away from you.”
His words broke you, as you let out a small sob and a few tears before you threw yourself at him. You buried your face into his chest, his arms latching on around you just like yours.
You suddenly felt so small again.
You suddenly felt like your age, and not the older and mature facade you had to put on in order to survive.
You could finally be you just like you meant to be, and not a weapon for killing.
You sobbed again, squeezing him closer. “I-I’m not perfect either, d-dad. I want y-you to know that you’re n-not alone. I’m going to help you too. W-We’re going to get thr-through this… to-together.”
You felt droplets fall on top of you head, and your sensitive ears could pick up that he was crying quietly himself.
“I hold you to it, baby girl.” He said, placing another kiss on your head.
“I love you, dad.”
“And I love you too, (Y/N). Now-” He pulls back, wiping his cheeks clean as well as you own, and even leaned into his touch again. Determination flashed in his blue eyes as he said, “Now let’s go win this thing so we go home.”
And that’s what you planned on doing.
You and the others start devising a plan to protect Vision and fight against the Black Order and Thanos. You and your friends were determined to win this. You were determine not to let them get the mind stone cause who the fuck knows what’s going to happen if they do.
It didn’t take long after the strategy meeting was coming to an end that pieces of a ship started crashing into Wakanda’s shield. They exploded on contact, rocking the city to its core, but the team was not going to let that scare them just yet. They were the Avengers for crying out loud. It was time for them to do their job.
“God, I love this place.” Your dad said as the two of you looked out the window.
Maybe we should settle down here. You almost suggested, because you have to admit, it was a cool thing to see. But it wasn’t going to last forever, and you feared that may be soon.
Luckily Steve’s voice broke through your unnerving thoughts.
“We gotta get moving.” He replies, knowing that the clock was ticking fast.
“No, it’s too late. We’ve gotta destroy the stone.” Vision said, weakly as he pushed himself upright on the table.
You could see the panic in Wanda and many others as they tried to get him to lie back down, so much that even Natasha told him, “Vision, get your ass back onto the table.” Which you would have snickered at under better circumstances.
“We will hold them off.” T’Challa announced, ready to leave as he nodded to the Captain for approval.
“Wanda, as soon as that stone’s out of his head, you blow it to hell.” Steve told her.
“I will.” She said, knowing what she has to do once the process is done.
T’Challa starts to round up everybody while barking up orders. “Evacuate the city, engage all defenses-” He points to your Uncle. “And get this man a shield. And everybody else who needs weapons.”
The world started to move rapidly around you, knowing that this was indeed going to be the biggest fight you've ever been in (And probably everybody else too).
One of the guards opened a weapons case in front of your father, showing off the many gun choices they had to offer. He quickly grabs what he needs, and that’s when you decide to speak.
“I’ll stay here.” You reply, making him pause. He didn’t expect you to say that. He expected you to be stubborn and argue, but not that, so you continued your reason on why, “I’ll stay here to help protect Vision. That’s… probably what you want me to do anyway. You know… off the actual battlefield.”
You knew he would probably want you out of harm's way, so staying here was your best option. Besides, at least you're being useful by providing protection for your friends. He stares back at you emotionless, which kind of scared you, but that all changed in the next moment.
“Here.” He says, giving you a small handgun. You looked at him in surprise, confusion too which he took in check. “I know you can use it, and I know the super strength won’t always be enough, so… just use it when you feel like you need to.”
You examined it along with the magazines for it, before giving your dad a warm smile. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll be careful.”
“I know you will.” He said, returning the expression. He leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You watch him and the others leave, and you nearly missed the way your heart sank to your stomach. You just brushed it off as the nervous jitters, but little did you…
That was the last time you were going to speak to him again.