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  • mhysa-leesi
    29.11.2021 - 2 minutes ago

    ƒℓιgнтℓєѕѕ вιя∂

    𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Dark!Druig 𝓍 (femme) Reader 🕊️.

    𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: "After saving you from a villager's attack, a disillusioned Druig clips your wings in order to keep you safe from the horrors of the outside world."

    𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉:

    𝒯𝒲: Non-Con, Dub-Con (Mind-Control), Smut, Description of Attempted R*pe, Possessive/Jealous Behaviors, Physical Violence, and Strong Language. ⚠ VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

    𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: Who else is absolutely obsessed with Druig rn? 🙋🏻‍♀️ **ALL GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES ARE MY OWN.

    𝒜𝒩: This story will contain adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. If you'd like to join my permanent taglist to stay updated on new and upcoming fics, please fill out this Google Form. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

    𝒜𝒩 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

    #dark fic #dark!fic #dark smut #dark!fanfiction #dark!au #dark!mcu #dark!marvel #dark!druig #dark druig #druig x you #druig oneshot #druig x reader #marvels eternals#eternals mcu #druig x female reader #druig eternals#druig smut#marvel fanfiction#marvel smut#marvel#the eternals#druig#barry keoghan
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  • valkyriestruenorth
    29.11.2021 - 15 minutes ago

    after some unexpected delay, my carolmaria fic is finally up on ao3!

    Rating: Explicit

    Words: 4,146

    Tags: POV Maria Rambeau, Angst, Emotional Sex […]

    And it’s that smile—that small, unwary smile that Carol used to save only for Maria, for their time alone, for the moments when they could afford to let their guard down and not be soldiers, or pilots, or fighters, but just two women—that seems to light Maria’s body on fire. Suddenly she’s twenty two again, brand new to the Air Force, a small baby at home, meeting Carol Danvers for the first time. It takes her breath away.

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  • poets-arson
    29.11.2021 - 20 minutes ago

    Current update on writing: I just bit my desk 🥰

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  • starshipsofstarlord
    29.11.2021 - 1 hour ago

    The Baby Factor (Part 2)

    Part One / Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Navigation

    Summary: In the midst of being mad at your roommate Eros, the perfect opportunity appears that will get you out of your shared apartment; babysitting Wanda and Vision's children. However it clashes with Bucky's plans of making your date together spontaneous, and so, he must endure watching over Tommy and Billy to spend time with you, all whilst Eros sulks until the perfect distraction arrives

    Fandom: Marvel (MCU/AU)

    Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eros x Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision, very brief mention of Pietro Maximoff x Female Reader, Agatha Harkness x Ralph Boner

    Warnings: mentions of death and murder, blackmail, fake relationship, reader keeps her options over, not great living conditions, swearing, talks of pregnancy and sperm donors and sex, jealousy, guilt, seeing blood and limbs being torn off an animal’s body, listening to other people’s conversations, lying, angst, fluff, Agatha makes an appearance and talks about a threesome and a sex dungeon, cliffhanger for next part, making out

    Word Count -> 10446

    A child was all that you wanted from life, and whilst you still had not managed to find someone who would help you have one, or for that matter actually asked anyone to give you some intimate aid, your day was all set, and it wasn’t to be childless. Your friends Wanda and Vision had two boys, Billy and Tommy, and they could be little miscreants when they wanted to be, it was your duty this evening to babysit them so that their parents could have a date together and be relieved of parental matters, and you practically jumped at the chance to be the one that cared for them. It however was still day time, you had been to work in the morning, and now were stood in the kitchen of your apartment, gulping down a much needed glass of water. The liquid slithered down your throat, prizing you with a moment of peace until the sound of footsteps breached your hearing. Eros wandered closer to you, his ruby hair was a mess, no doubt from some girl running their smothering hands through it, you could only squint at him and place your glass down. The two of you had only briefly spoken when passing the other by since the incident, where he had dictated that you pretend to date him and if you refused used his leverage of being able to expose you as a bargaining chip.

    “Morning gorgeous.” At his greeting you rolled his eyes and answered with a huff; it wasn’t even morning anymore. The man knew how just to get beneath your skin and make it crawl, and his lips quirked in a absentminded smile, or as was more character like for him, a cocky grin. He had you in the palm of his hand, feeding you options that would disperse from the one thing that you were guaranteed to protect with any deed. “Aw, is that how my girlfriend is going to greet me? If I’m being honest I’m kind of offended lovie, thought you may have even given me a little kiss or… you know…” With your hand you grabbed the tea towel that was on the side and whipped Eros’ thigh, a tough and frankly pissed off expression upon your face. How dare he act so- so, so, ugh you couldn’t think of a description for how irritating he was being. Living with him had never been this much of a chore, but recently it felt like a curse, as though there was a darkness looming over your shoulder and making your life a literal hell. “Ow.” He sneered, to which you sarcastically smiled at him and turned around, placing your empty glass into the sink. “Are you really not talking to me now y/n? Come on, you’re going to have to if you want to convince Thanos that this thing between us is real.”

    Finally you caved, you could talk, especially if you were to correct him on anything that seeped out of his mouth like flammable poison. “If any stupid girl was to be with you, they’d be miserable, so let me play the part and keep it realistic. Perhaps you should have thought of my mood before you blackmailed me, in front of my friend none the less! You’re selfish Eros, I’ve never met someone who priorities themselves to the point where they will cross a line that has no boundaries. We’re supposed to be friends, and if you had asked me nicely instead of using something like that against me, then maybe I’d have gone out on a whim for you and said yes without too much observant consideration. Though you used that crucial piece of evidence against me, friends don’t do that to friends! So I will pretend to be dating a jerk for you, and when Thanos leaves, we ‘break up’, you hand me the evidence that you have of my problem, and I move out. That’s it.” From your words, Eros felt terribly guilty, almost sick from the conception of his own sins. This wasn’t at all who he wanted to be, this was not an image of a real man, instead he was turning into a monster due to the visitation of his close family and he could not mess up with them, he was already the disappointment child. And if it were revealed that all that he had informed his brother and parents of to be a sham, then he had a feeling that they would be done with him for good, and that was one thing that he couldn’t have.

    If he lost them then he lost his trust fund, and then in turn the lifestyle that he had tried so hard to achieve. Therefore he would have to lose something else, and that would be you. Even thinking that sparked a pain in his mind, he squeezed his eyes closed from the sensation before opening them and unveiling his green orbs to look at you, her would never memorise your appearance enough. You were perfect, which was exactly how his life was supposed to be with the noble family and the wealth, but without you he had not doubt that it would feel obscurely empty. “I’m sorry…” He whimpered gravely aloud, he had never felt ashamed of himself or his impulsive actions. The warning of a deadly glare that you amended him with said it all, it was not a viable option for you to forgive him for what he had done. There was no line for him to cross anymore since he had completely obliterated it through his destructive angle of perspective, in that moment he was thinking more about himself other than anyone else. You’d been hurt in the crossfire of his greed, and if he could make it up to you in any way possible, then he absolutely would. He didn’t want you to hate him, he was human, he made mistakes like every other being within the same species, it was a natural clash of desires that had caused this catastrophe. It was never in his intent to reveal to a single soul of your past trial and error, nor was it his place to unmask the truth, that was all on you, and he should have felt honoured that after he discovered your secret that you wanted to continue residing in this rent complex.

    “You should be, more than I’d say. Don’t ever try to blackmail me again Eros, or I’ll ensure that you regret ever attempting to do so. Now I have matters to attend to, ones that to my much needed relief do not involve you in any sense.” Brushing arrogantly past him, you headed directly to your room where you wouldn’t have to see his face for a while, unless he decided to intrude on your privacy like he had previously done on his own asserted accord. It was far too much to deal with, the drama was certainly unpleasant and now what you wanted to be assigned, as for when you did find a sperm donor it was known that there were troubles to conceive when stressed, and you were highly strung by the feeling. You literally couldn’t wait to babysit Tommy and Billy, as well as having the chore of feeding Sparky, anything really to get out of these haunted walls. No matter where you looked you were reminded of fun memories that you shared with Eros, and well you were enraged with the idiot so you didn’t want to smile whilst sentimentally thinking about time that you had spent with him. That was rom com bullshit, and you definitely weren’t in one of those, the idea alone was one that had you retching for fresh air that was not tainted by his high and mighty procrastination where he had to make everyone else’s lives harder because he could barely handle living his own. Pathetic some would say, though you’d argue that he truly was an incompetent being that had to learn to do much better.

    It wasn’t healthy for anyone involved being mad at him, perhaps you’d settle the score at a later date, those petty details flushed from your mind as your phone began to ring, the tone blaring out and echoing around your bedroom, bouncing off the wall and the sound waves being sent directly into your ears. As you turned the device over from where it was restrained to charge, your heart pompously raced like a swelling bruise forming, the name Bucky ran across your screen in white lettering, a part of you feared to answer, the other was squealing like a teenage girl on the inside. Allowing it to ring for a couple more seconds so that you didn’t appear so urgent to hear his soothing voice, you answered, the line crackled on the other side for a moment, instigating that he was shuffling around, and he cleared his throat before he dared talk. “Hi, how are you?” Burdening him with the truth with the problems that you were presently facing was not a wise choice to make complications always made Bucky feel uncomfortable and second best. If you were to berate him with the irritation that Eros had scathed down your chest then it would be a mess, you had a feeling that Bucky would run and never look back, and there’d be nothing that you would be able to do about it. He was no longer a fighter instead he was one for flight, even when there were drunken disagreements building tension at parties, he would often shove himself in a corner or walk outside for some fresh air. And so you chose your only possible - lie.

    It was much better than telling too much of the truth such as Eros had done in reference that ghostly night that was still haunting you. You put your hand on your hip as you put your phone down where it had previously been, putting him on speaker which may have been a mistake all by itself further down the line, however you hadn’t thought of that in the moment and thus you continued to converse with the sweet, complex, often brooding man. “I’m fine, really good actually. Tonight I’ve been reserved to look after a pair of little monsters called Tommy and Billy, Wanda and Vision’s kids. I’m kinda looking forward to it, as well as the pizza they’ll order for us - mmm pineapple.” The line was dead for a moment, until Bucky laughed lightly and clicked his tongue. “For a moment I had hope that I was going to take you out tonight, however I think attempting to do so is fatal since we’d disagree over that pizza topping. Strongly may I add.” That prompted verbal amusement to flee from your lips as you put a hand on your chest to sweeten the tough notion that was pulling at the muscles for laughing too hard. Well, that was surely a first of many thing that the two of you would disagree on, but that was a given as the pair of you were separate people, and it was no doubt less troublesome than your uncivil battle that was ongoing within the household that you were coerced to live in until the spree of pretending to date Eros for his brother’s satisfaction began and ended. “But I still like you, so I guess that we’re still good, I’ll just have to find another time to take you out.”

    “I guess you do.” It was an honorary disappointment that two things that you were impatient to attend overlapped, the date however had been the last to be asked of you on this specific day that you were standing in. Your shoulders primitively roused upwards as you chewed for a moment on the inside of your cheek, a golden idea succumbing to your mind that was an opportunity to hit two birds with a singular stone. “If you wanted you could always join me, the kids are to be put to bed at 8, we could always share a pizza, have a bottle of wine?” It was a reach, and whilst was not particularly the perfect first date as Bucky has planned beyond your awareness, he felt far too impatient to miss a chance to spend a lovely evening with you, and so without reluctance he agreed to the promiscuous offer. “Sounds great. I guess I’ll see you at 8.” The smile he upheld could be heard through his voice, and it roused a notion of security in yourself, as well as pride, to whirlwind around your chest. “I guess you will.” You repeated, finishing the phone call so that the mystery could be kept about the oncoming evening. He already knew where Wanda and Vision lived, he wasn’t close in social proximity with them but he had been to their place during a Thanksgiving celebration, it was not long after they had tied the knot and had their twin children. Bucky even remembered how you cooed over the infants, he had only been in the branch that was the group for a few weeks at that time, but he knew then and there he felt pulled to you.

    During that evening you and he hadn’t even spoke, in fact he was utmost certain that you didn’t know of his existence until a later date. Since Wanda had been pregnant she felt somewhat responsible for your brooding desire for wanting a child; you had always wanted to be a mother, however when you had taken it upon yourself to nurture for her children when she wished to spend some private time with her husband on date nights and more further intimacy, it was when your further efforts of looking into motherhood began. That was where the idea of a sperm donor came in, you had been on many dates and failed to find anyone that wanted the same life that you did, though nobody quite fitted as a match. They were all wanting the acts of procreation rather than the results, and found your hopes and dreams as an opportunity to get laid, and well, never of them had never got that far so it was no worry for you. It was a wonder how they had come to such a conclusion that you’d allow jackasses like themselves into your pants; you weren’t naïve as some people thought you may have looked or thought given the lifestyle you wanted to dive into headfirst. Not everyone understood, and that was okay, it wasn’t for them to experience. They’d never understand how it felt to be truly lonely, you hardly felt connected to anybody on a spiritual level, and then Bucky Barnes came along and without a word spoken between you when you had first been introduced, there was an undeniable spark wavering in the corner of your eye. Though that didn’t mean that you were put down from wanting a child of your own, nor did it mean you had to wait for a relationship to build until the two of you were ready for a child. Any man could be a donor, all you wanted was to find the right one, and no large decision would be made till then.

    The patience that you had to have was not an easy thing to handle, though you managed. You were forced to be patient with many things in your life all at once, perhaps that had all amounted to great practice for your future and for the girl or boy that you would eventually have. And more importantly, you had to endure the tiring efforts of looking after twins tonight, you’d text Wanda and make sure it was okay for Bucky to come over in a minute. The one thing you had to remember was that Tommy was fast, insanely so and would nab anything sweet from the cupboards if you turned your back for a second, and Billy was rather invested in reading you, which had been slightly unnerving for anyone else that had previously sat the night with him and his brother, but they were kids, and bound to be curious! They were good kids, and more importantly Wanda and Vision were great parents, they had raised them right and you doubted they could have done any better. Over the years you had watched how Wanda had changed, she went from a young woman who had been forced to leave her homeland whilst climate change coerced it into collapsing, losing her brother which you wouldn’t dwell on too much as it was rather personal for you also, to not only an American citizen, but a mother that flowed under the radiance of how the role made her feel. Slowly you gathered your things to leave, placing the necessary items for your stay in your handbag before stepping out from your room, and closing the door behind your silhouette. They lived on the outskirts of New York, the journey would take quite a while and it was better to get there early than late, and even if you had more than a few minutes to spare before your alleged shift started, then you’d get to wear Wanda’s parental shoes for a little longer.

    Grasped in your hand were your keys, the metal they were forged from was cold in your hand, you used it as a distraction as you walked through your home. Boy, you couldn't wait to move, the only thing that had made you feel like you had belonged here was Eros when you had began the contract, not the mouldy walls that the tenants had painted over in the corner of the bathroom, or the broken top cupboard in the kitchen that you still had no idea what was in it since if you opened it then the whole structure would collapse upon you, or the disturbing view that you got of the butcher's shop from the living room. A light from the corner flicked on, startling you from your thoughtful trance as the ambience from the shaded bulb illuminated the man that had practically stabbed you in the heart. Your very own roommate. He couldn't leave you in peace as you so much wished, and it was starting to make you feel sullen and hopeless of finding solace from his bullshit, which was to be expected since you lived with the idiot. Eros licked his lips, they were feeling suspiciously dry as he gazed upon you, or perhaps that was from guilt, no, that was definitely from the dodgy faucet in the kitchen, he thought. He was too proud to admit to those emotions, he had claimed he was sorry, surely that had to be enough for you to ease your attitudes towards him down. At least he hoped so, he felt tortured, all he wanted was for you to join him on the sofa and rest into him like you used to, no words had to be exchanged he just wanted to feel you close, and your breathing fluttering across his skin, scorning away the grit of his mistakes. However he couldn't help himself, he had to open his mouth, it was impossible not to after hearing your phone call, it was his intention to interrogate you on this guy that you were supposedly spending the evening with.

    "If I heard correctly, you have a date tonight right?" His enquiry triggered a scoff to scathe its unbelievable route out from your throat. Really?! Could he not learn from his mistake and not be sticking his nose in your business that didn't concern him at all. But it however was impossible for him to retain from not saying anything at all when you sounded so happy when conversing with that guy. The redhead didn't even know his name, but he was aware of one thing, whomever this man was was one lucky soul, and that in itself made Eros dislike him. Even from a child Eros had got everything that he wanted, he was the favourite child from a wealthy family so that was to be expected, however he had his sights set on you, for some perplexing excuse you made his heart beat more often and his skin sometimes produce more sweat, commonly in the palms of his hands, and you were the one thing that he couldn't simply ask you. A beauty and complicated creature like yourself had to be tended to with thoughtful acts and the rhythm of trust which he had lost through his own stupidity, and he was still only damaging the chances of repairing it further. If he were in his brother's large and forceful shoes he would sweep you off from your feet, in a literal sense, he would do give you the world in his hands, he would risk nothing short of being able to capture your attention. But he wasn't like Thanos, whilst in the current situation that he had created it didn't seem like it, he was gentle and tentative, at first greet distant, but this lady killer act that he implored was all a façade, a shell to protect himself from the cruel world. The mask he wore he had thought was transparent to you, that you could see the real him, but he had mixed up your views and turned them to dust when he blackmailed you. That was a pain that he had caused which he would take to his grave, and forever regret. All he wanted was to fix the cognitive swarm of trouble that he had bombarded you with, it was the last thing that you deserved.

    "As a matter of fact that was a private conversation, as should I add that I am babysitting for my friend and invited another friend over so I have some company when the kids are asleep. Perhaps I'd have dragged your sorry ass along if you weren't at the strip club almost every night or had some tensions you had to relieve yourself of, not to mention once again that you fucking blackmailed me. So excuse me for having a life that doesn't concern you, we haven't even started to pretend date yet and you already have me on a leash; no wonder why you're single and women and men only see you as a shag to go and nothing more. It might be an idea to use your ears as a system to keep track of the horrid shit that leaves your mouth rather than spying on someone else's life!" You almost shrunk into yourself when realised that you had called Bucky nothing more or less than a friend; that wasn't right, you weren't certain why you had blatantly lied to Eros on such a matter, your love life was not affected by him. You'd always found the man attractive, but nothing would ever happen there, especially now after he bluntly held something against you so that he could force you into doing a selfish favour for no one other than himself. Even before, fitting that cliché of hooking up with a roommate was not exactly in your schedule, less so when you would have rather been spending your time learning the most you could about what was suitable in a sperm donor and what wasn't. And the best annotation that you had so far it couldn't be the cocky and rude man that you were residing with, the one that you were currently storming away from and abandoning in the silence of his own breath as you slammed the door shut as you left, rage overpowering any other feeling in your body. Each step that you made was a stride towards the evening that you were looking forward to, and more importantly, further away from Eros. It was more inconvenient living with Eros than it was to look after a couple of naughty kids, too bad Wanda and Vision did not have a spare room otherwise you'd feel magnetised to stay with them for some time, and them being the great, non-blackmailing, caring friends they were, would allow you to do.

    As you walked to your car you passed the butcher's shop and grimaced as you were too intrigued to completely gaze away from the sight of the man in white get covered in red from where he was hatching off limb from limb of a sow, resonating with the pain its body would have been in if it were alive as your entire chest was exonerating that enflamed sensation. No matter who you befriended they could always bring you endless pain, especially when they were completely informed of your strengths and your unfortunate weaknesses. Nat had tried to talk to your further on the matter, but it was in your best interest to shut the conversation off, you couldn't allow anyone else to know that terrible secret, if they did that would only mean more potential enemies that would try to destroy you with the knowledge that they had gained through you trusting them. Trust no one, that was a smart move, and one that you would return to so that this incident would not happen again, if it did then you'd have to cover up the truth, and that was rather difficult when someone alive in the world already had the evidence. Without notice of anything else around you, you got into your vehicle, and turned the AC up after putting the key into the ignition. And so you began to drive, through the busy streets, stopping only at red lights, passing by schools which made your heart ache with the emptiness that filled it as you watched with a quick eye parents collecting their children to take them home or out for ice cream. Baskin Robbins was the most popular shop in town, and you knew somebody that worked there - Scott Lang. He'd done some time here and there, but the most noticeable thing about him was that he was a good parent to his daughter Cassie, which was hard given the stereotypes of his reputation, but he tried his hardest not only as an ex con but as a single parent. Not to mention that he was funny and attractive and obviously good with children...

    Tearing you out from your momentary daze the beeping from cars that were queued behind you ripped you out from your possible realisation, and so you switched gears and continued to drive, the thought of the dorky man fading from your mind as you got back on track of where you were supposed to be going. The excuse of getting ice cream for Tommy and Billy wasn't even a plausible reason to stop by in order to see Scott as by the time that you managed to finally get to Westview, the contents of the eco friendly tubs would be already melted, not to mention that the small journey would be overly time consuming for what it was worth. If you wanted to have a professional discussion or just a general catch up with Scott, then you had his number so there was no problem getting a hold of him. He was always rather urgent to spend time with any of the original seven that had spouted the large and supportive group, of which included you so therefore he would miss any opportunity to go on a platonic (or more than) coffee date with you, which was humorous and adorable all at the same time. But the date that you were significantly more invested within was the current night where the mere hours after the moon had rose with a handsome man whom originated from Brooklyn, sharing a pizza that he half despised as on the side that you were set to devour there would be a topping of pineapple and his be of other contents. Though no matter if he religiously disagreed with one of the things in life that you loved, you doubted he would use it against you or judge you for it. Bucky was a very calm soul, he occasionally became angered however those times that he did were acceptable. Tony wasn't particularly his biggest fan due to a history of their parents and the conspiracies that his own guardians had been the ones to set up the car crash that Maria and Howard had died in due to the business concessions that dwelled darkness in the eye of the consumer. However as time past Anthony grew softer, you suspected it to be because he was focusing on his future with the beautiful Pepper Potts and his daughter Morgan rather than putting that energy of continuing old grudges.

    There were two sides to every story was what you had learnt through that supposed scandal, due to the sons of the retrospective families bidding riddance to the war of their forefathers; Bucky's sister Rebecca now owned the family's company, repainting history with a new image. It made you wonder what had been flying through Eros' mind when he spent no time to consider the damage that he could do when disrespecting you to get exactly what he wanted. What was his story? Surely there had to be one otherwise the calculations of his callous actions made a nonsense of non existent sense. A part of you felt moderately worried about whatever had pushed him to be so reckless, more so than his character already was, seeing as he had always been thoughtful of every step that he made. The possibility that it had something to do with the oncoming arrival of his brother made you feel rather squeamish and you had tried to dim that option from your mind as you knew nothing for certain, though it was the only thing that made a pinch of resolution. Thanos wasn't the favourite yet Eros was still wanting to impress him, if he did not manage to do so, what would happen? Biting your lip you blinked a few times so that the road in front of you would grow clearer in your sights rather than the meddling image of your suspicions clouding your perception of your surroundings. The last thing you wanted to do was to get into a crash, Tony would blame Bucky because of his past trauma and Bucky would blame Tony, in theory it would go full circle. Finally, after a premise of time that felt like infinity, you drove through the borders of Westview, entering the friendly town that you often ogled at for its peacefulness. If anyone ever argued it was within the walls and the sanctum that was their own home, and you respected that nobody wanted to commercialise the problems within their marriages or whatnot. For some time whilst you had first started to consider having a child of your own, you had thought of moving to Westview, it seemed perfect. All the children maintained smiles on their faces, but then after spending time with Wanda when she first moved, you had rid yourself of the idea as it was not one so wise.

    Pristine judgement would be your welcoming gift as for having chosen an route that was not one of tradition values in order to formulate a family of your own. And it would in a literal sense be one of your own as there would be no presence of a father, it was something that you were doing solo, you wanted the control from now on rather than be dictated by a man that wanted nothing more than sex. You wanted them to know that they were creating life, a specimen of which your entire world would revolve around, a child that would be the main component of your future. Westview had the appearance of being pretty, but beneath the layers of fresh coats of paint upon buildings and perfectly mowed lawns there was a rousing darkness, they weren't fans of those that did not appeal to the same old fashioned system as they did, and to your luck few there knew of your route of how you were planning to conceive your child. Out of wedlock, even outside of a relationship with said man whomever he ended up to be, now that was something that you'd get strung up like a witch to slaughter for. No one would approve, except Wanda and her nosey neighbour Agatha of whom was just now stepping out of the Maximoff residence, excitedly waving at you as she watched you park your car on the drive of the house that reminded you a little too much of the one in Bewitched, you made sure however to leave room for Vision to reverse his car out and drive it back through when his romantic evening was over. With a forced smile stapled onto your face, you grabbed you bag and slipped the strap over your shoulder, evacuating the car and allowing the curly haired fanatic who was always pleased to see you rush forwards, hand on her hip. "You know, if you want a child that badly, then I'm sure I could insinuate something with my husband Ralph. He could always just watch until he's needed." Her tone was coy, and a smirk poisoned her complexion as she allowed her eyes to roam down your body, until she was finally right before you, awaiting your reaction.

    "For the last time Agatha, I am not having a threesome with you and Ralph Boner." Despite you having turned her down once again, she continued to smile, and rolled a strand of your hair around her finger as though it were a curling iron, and behind her form you could see Wanda standing on her porch, holding down her laughter as she watched the overly friendly woman flirt so obviously with you. "I'll wear you down eventually until you're wearing less." And then of course in her Harkness fashion she extenuated a dramatic wink from her right eye, leading you to roll your eyes as you could not deny that her attempts strongly amuse you also. "Though the man that Wanda claims is coming over to help you babysit might get the chance before I do. So tell me y/n, is he a potential baby daddy or are you actually interested in this, as Vision put it, the Weiner Solider? And may I enquire about that title, because out of concern of you getting laid, I want to make sure that he swings towards you, otherwise you might have to just settle for me. Either way, I'm sure you'll fall for my charm eventually." It was a conflict of interests, Agatha was using her tactics of intimate persuasion to flatter not only you but herself. Listening to her ramble on about the strangest of topics was truly amusing, she had the skill of making anything that she spoke about sound interesting, even if it could be slightly concerning at times. Though now it was your turn to talk, and the answer would no doubt amuse her, anything that Agatha could laugh at she most definitely would release the most evil cackle within all of the United States, whilst throwing her head back, and if she didn't she'd have the perfect response that would put her opposing speaker on the spot and feel as they were her prey.

    "I wish you hadn't asked, but on a stupid road trip that the guys took there was a hotdog eating contest, and well, Buck won. And for the other question, he goes both ways, so I am an option, so sorry Agatha. Maybe another time when Ralph is out of town if he ever chooses to leave the basement you keep him in like a hostage, and replace him with me, so that I can recoil at the fact that Senor Scratchy has his own room and I don't." It was just a joke, but you should have known better than dare make one of those in her presence. Anything that you said she would only turn around and fill it with dirty context. Wanda couldn't hear what was being said from where she was stood, though she was relieved that her children were inside as she knew that whatever it was had your ears burning with heat and dryness contorting your throat. Since she had moved to Westview Agatha had always been a permanent factor within the town, and some of the town belittled her for not wanting children, yet praised her for being married (though they didn't appreciate it being to a younger man who had no sense in fashion), however with her residing close by it made Wanda and Vision feel more at ease. It meant that they weren't the only outsiders from substantial distance away that had decided to move away from the street clutter and small apartments to somewhere that they knew would no doubt be safe for their children. There was hardly any crime ongoing in the lovely opinionated town so that was a ravenous plus in comparison to where there were daily ongoing of illegal acts ongoing all around the city.

    "Honey that's called a sex dungeon, but I guess I won't keep you any longer, or there unfortunately since I don't Wanda to see the real skeletons that I have in my closet whilst she's over for some tea; the sooner I leave the quicker the Weiner Soldier comes, pun intended of course, since you know, women can have multiple orgasms and all. And if you get bored of him, well you know where I live sweets, you could always sneak over and share a bit of that pineapple pizza with me, I'd just love a slice." With sultry intent she licked her lips before walking away, and you had to shake your head and rid your own mind of any filthy thoughts that had wandered into your mind, she had a way of doing just that to about any one that she picked piece by piece until they were a quivering mess due to no more than her maleficent words. "I swear that neighbour of yours is a lot of work." You said as you rifled your hand through your hair to calm yourself, as you stalked towards Wanda and followed her inside of her tidy home. "We keep her around just for you." The Sokovian retorted with a sweet smile, dusting her hands down her dark red dress with long sleeves as though the filth that Agatha had spoken had tainted it or something of the sort. She decided to converse nothing on the matter of you wanting to bare a child within your womb, everyone had their opinions but she thought it no place to vocalise her own. It wasn't long since she had been told of your master plans, Tony had allowed it to slip to her a few days prior to the one of present, and whilst it wasn't her place to stop you from doing anything, she thought you were trying to fill a void that could not be fixed. Alike her you had lost someone, and it was the same person - her brother. Pietro had brought joy to many, and the smile that was intoxicated on your face when the two of you were messing around or simply talking could not be replaced by the interest of anyone or anything. And that included Bucky Barnes and a child, first loves were something special, Wanda knew as she remained with her own and had the happy ending that she had always dreamed of as a child, she just wished that you could have had a fighting chance to have the same.

    That corner that you had turned however was sharp and very intent on capturing a fresh start, you’d moved out from the apartment that you and Pietro had shared and found another, as well as getting another flatmate of whom Wanda had somewhat of a dislike towards simply because of how he flirted with you, and though she doubted that he was aware of the grave loss that you had endured, he’d help you grow and somewhat ignore the memory of her brother. She adored that you had passed through the depression and the occasional hook ups with strangers, but she wanted you to face the pain that you were hiding rather than to keep it locked away. Eventually you would explode from the amount of trauma that you were holding in and there would be no helping you, the last thing that Wanda wanted you to do was destroy yourself, she’d witnessed you beating yourself up about the loss of Pietro enough, and if it were to be the thing that made you crumble for eternity then you’d seek acceptance in the darkest of places, including your own mind which was in truth your opponent. And that was exactly why you didn’t allow the emotions to seep in, you didn’t want the confrontation, you wanted to avoid any of the sort at all costs. “Okay, so you know where everything is, if there is an emergency call us y/n/n, even if its not to do with the kids. And please can you and Bucky keep any intimacy to a minimal, Vision is very aware of the state of the couch, he even scolded me for wearing slippers whilst on it.” Wanda could not help herself but pull you into a hug, she hated lying to you but the real reason that she didn’t want any intimate ongoing to occur between you and Bucky was because she didn’t want the blame for it being her house, and on top of that she didn’t think either of you were ready. The pair of you were broken shells of the people you had once been and thought you needed to take it slow to ease yourselves into anything serious.

    Once again it was something that she wouldn’t admit to your face, but out of concern for you, a dear friend who was supposed to have been her sister in law someday, she wanted you to take everything easy. “Exactly Wan, I’ll call you if anything happens, we’l all be fine. You look lovely, best get going before you miss your reservation though because I already have to share my pizza with one person, and there’s not going to be much of the pineapple side when it arrives, least when I get my hands on it.” She chortled a laugh, Vision plodded into view from the living room and handed you the remote, bowing his head slightly. “Your weapon for the night madam.” Wanda had to laugh again, but this time much more humoured, that was one thing that you strongly appreciated about Vision, he always brightened Wanda’s mood, especially after - no you weren’t going to think of that tragedy right now. Graciously you accepted the controller for the television that would no doubt keep the children quiet for a while, they’d already eaten dinner so that would also aid in their silence, until they regained their energy. “Also be careful, if he doesn’t like pineapple on pizza he’s a monster!” The only response you could give Wanda was a hysterical shake of your head, smiling with glee as you watched Vision guide his wife out from their home, leaving you with the responsibility of caring after their kids. As you watched them drive away you left for the living room where Tommy and Billy were preoccupied watching The Addams Family, they had good taste was all that you could think. “Hi boys.” They greeted you in return as auntie y/n, and you took that as an acceptance to join them on the couch, they were either side of you, and so you also got swept up with watching the movie, and before you knew it you were already half way through the sequel. Whilst you subtly checked your phone, you noticed that it was almost 8, however you decided that you’d allow them to stay up a little longer to finish the film, though you couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was going to be late. Often when invited anywhere he showed up a little earlier hence the time that you had invited him over, but you decided not to worry over it, he had a life too and it didn’t revolve around you which totally and completely fine.

    Your life didn’t revolve around him either, the main subject within your own was to have a child. That was all that you wanted, nothing else, nothing at all. In the end you were starting blankly at the screen, until a knock caused you to jump, and so you told the boys to stay put as you walked over to the front door, only to see your guest with a box of pizza in his glove covered hand. Clearly after the therapy he had endured he still had insecurity of being out in the open with the obvious prosthetic, the one that he had now was an upgrade of the one he had prior, the design was beautiful and you wished that he could see past the scars that tormented his crystalline eyes, but if you spoke that aloud then you’d be considered nothing but a hypocrite. “Come on in, you must be freezing.” He smiled and joined you inside, hanging up his coat as the two of you stood silently within the entry way until he decided to break the ice. “Hope you don’t mind, the pizza guy was out there and I said I was coming in.” You placed your arm on his own, smiling at him and shrugged. “Of course I don’t, I got two things I had been waiting for at once. Now come on, we’re not gonna stand here all night, I can’t risk dropping the pizza.” And so you lead him through the home that he was familiarising himself with again, the memories of it were a little blurry considering that evening every one was consuming alcohol and he hadn’t been noticing the decor that made the structure a home, he had been preoccupied with watching your ghostly form converse with everyone else around you. You’d even by caught by him as a witness refilling your drink on far more than one occasion, and walking around the house to stare at images that were hung around the walls with a sullen loo. Steve had even abandoned him out of concern for you, he’d worm a scared and upset frown whilst giving Bucky no context as to why he was so urgent with making sure that you were feeling alright.

    Admittedly that evening Steve was in a limbo between his relationships with the Carters, he hadn't been split from Peggy for long, and it wasn't long before him and Sharon had started something. Ugh, Bucky hated allowing her to come to mind, but the scowl on his face soon softened as he watched you place the pizza down on the coffee table and ignore the box as you focused entirely on the two boys who were swaying their short legs off the edge of the sofa. It was as though he didn't exist as you neglected from showing him further affection, you stood before them, holding your hands out for them to take. "Come on guys, you've been up later than you should have; you have to go to bed or else next time I may be adamant about allowing you to pass curfew." There were some groans exhibiting from the twins, not wanting to go to bed, but your threat kicked their gears into moving and drop down from where they were sat as they began to plod upstairs. You smiled at Bucky, appreciating how patient he was being, and whilst the boys' backs were turned you pressed a grateful kiss to his stubbly cheek. "I won't be long, I've just got to make sure that they brush their teeth and are all tucked in. Just wait here, and I'll be back in a jiffy, and don't touch my pineapple pizza, else I'll know." Crinkles exhibited around Bucky's stone like eyes, as lines grew around his mouth. "Trust me doll, I wouldn't dare." He watched as you fled after Tommy and Billy, calling after them, he had yet to take a seat and began to stalk around the room, noticing your face in many of the frames that were on the walls. And then he stopped when he saw one of you and a man whom was garnished in silver hair, and eyes as blue as the sky. He had never seen him before, Bucky noted, though you appeared very happy beside whoever he was. It confused him as to why there was a picture of you and the mystery man on the wall, but there had to be a reason, he just didn't know the answer.

    He wasn't jealous, he knew you had been around the block a few times, though he was simply confused. If you looked so happy with the man in the photo, then why pass that happiness up? Your footsteps caused him to snap his head around to face you, there was a quiet line between your brows as you inched closer to where he was stood, completely freezing whence you realised which image he was focusing on. You and Pietro. Though no matter how intrigued he may have been feeling, you decided to dwell in silence until he broke it and refrained you from melting. Bucky walked away from the photo to your relief, eventually he could know that part of that story but you weren't in the mood nor the right place to tell him about your past, and more importantly talk about Pietro. The moment wasn't right, not when his nephews that he'd never had a chance of meeting were upstairs, and if Wanda came home early you'd only set her into tears as well, where she'd join you in the continuation of mourning her own twin that was precisely born twelve minutes before her. "You're good with them. Have you always been like that with kids?" Bucky was intrigued, it was as though he had watched you go from his date to a mother, a shy expression dumbfounded your face, it wasn't upon your schedule to talk to him about the impact of children on your life either, but you'd rather that than the first option. "Like what?" You asked him, knowing exactly what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it. Whenever anyone praised you for your well adapted skill to care for those in their youth, you used it as a provided asset of encouragement to continuing searching for someone that could help you have a child of your own.

    "I don't know how to say it. You're just good with them." His compliment transferred into a full blown conversation of your childhoods, siblings to which you learnt that whilst Steve was like a brother to him he actually had didn't speak to his younger sister Rebecca as much as he wanted to, and his experience of growing up in Brooklyn. Hours passed until all you were left with was an empty pizza box and minutes until Wanda and Vision were due to return. "I feel like I haven't got to spend enough time with you tonight." Bucky admitted, a hue flushing his cheeks as the words left his chapped lips. "I know. We could always spend more time together, it's not like the night is quite over, its just gone 12. You could always come back with me, unless you have other things to do..." To answer Bucky leant forwards and placed his lips upon your own, gently smouldering a kiss between you as his right hand reached up to cup the side of your face, your tongue poked at the indent that parted his top and bottom lip, wishing to take it further though earlier you hadn't planned to even get this far, but you pulled apart as you heard a car door close outside, the sound causing you to briefly panic. And splitting from the oral embrace had been the wise thing to do since the happily married couple walked through the door, suspicious of nothing ongoing as they both had wide smiles upon their faces. "James, lovely to see you again." Vision spoke to him, their hands shaking as Bucky respectfully stood to do so. "It's been fun, call me if you guys need me to look after them again. I best get going before my stupid roommate puts the latch across the front door otherwise I'll be sneaking through his window and that is not the image that I want for myself."

    "I don't want that for you either y/n." Sternly responded Wanda as she gritted her teeth from the mere mention of Eros. However she did not blame you for referencing him, it was usual considering that you lived with him, so she hugged you before you left, Bucky on your heels with his heavy boots scraped the ground. As you looked forwards you could only roll your eyes as you noticed Agatha peeping out from her bedroom window, her head of unruly hair splayed in front of the lace curtains as she analysed your body language and how it reacted to the man behind you. "Do you want a ride, or are you gonna follow behind me?" You implored, wanting an answer so you'd know if he was really intent of returning to your apartment as your guest within your own legal boundaries. Bucky smiled, taking his keys out of his pocket as he messed about with them in his hands. "Better take the bike otherwise it may be a little too obvious where I'm going." He winked, placing his helmet onto his head as you got into your car and began the ignition so that you could begin your journey back to your place. Knowing that he was riding behind you only enforced you to keep checking in your rear view mirror, relieved that he couldn't see the smile of satisfaction that was written upon your face. Things had processed faster than you had initially expected though that didn't mean that you felt regret for a single thing that you did, because you didn't. Not one thing. It felt like forever until you had pulled into the car park outside of your building, Bucky taking the spot next to you as he removed his helmet and puffed his cheeks out to fight the cold and catch his breath.

    Now the only dreaded detail would be if Eros was awake, but you decided not to worry. He was not your keeper and could not control any choice that you made, except for having to pretend to date him when his brother came to town, but that wasn't an urgent role in the present. You were nobody's girlfriend, not even Bucky's, and no man would decide for you how you were to live your life. If you wanted a child then eventually the process would be completed, if you wanted to fall in love then somebody had to earn your love, that was how that worked. "Sorry it took so long, Westview is kinda outta shot, and well I have no idea why you'd go there and back just to spend time with me. You must be crazy James Barnes." Your tone dwindled to be more serious yet softer, and Bucky could only move closer to you, fanning his hot breath across his lips as his black pupils grew all because of his proximity with you. "Maybe I am crazy, but I'd go any distance for you. You're special y/n y/l/n and I want to know all there is about you. The story behind every scar, how you met all your friends, why you're mental and like pineapple on pizza." His hands cupped your cheeks and as you were prepared to bargain back an excuse for his last statement in the list, he removed all sound that dared escape your lips by kissing you, passion raging like a fire between you as it only grew in a similar flicker as flames. It was a lucky coincidence that Eros had not completely locked the door from the inside as you and Bucky stumbled across the living room, more so since the redhead was nowhere to be seen, to which opened up the opportunity to drag Bucky into your room and pull each other onto the bed. You straddled the man as you moved your lips against him for moments that lasted for time that skipped by without you noticing.

    As you began to litter supple licks and teasing nips down Bucky's throat, he gently pulled you away, running his prosthetic thumb across your swollen lips as you stared back at him. "I don't think we should go further yet, this was only our first date. This isn't all I want from you and I want to prove it. Sex sounds great but I think the wiser decision would to be for us to wait a while until we take a step like that." Not only was it the words that Bucky was saying but you could tell Bucky wasn't ready for that kind of intimacy yet, his therapist had even told him to be careful with who he got close to. And he wasn't fearful of getting close to you he actually felt rather eager to do so, however he didn't either one of you to get hurt for neither of you thinking and going ahead and being inconsiderate of what your minds wanted and instead allowed your bodies to do as they pleased. "That's okay Buck, we can still make out though right...?" You awaited his answer, releasing a squeal as he flipped the pair of you over, the springs that were contained within the mattress causing you to somewhat bounce from the unexpected impact, "Of course, do you really think I'm going to pass that up?" His head descended again as he attached his teeth around your bottom lip and playfully tugged at it which caused you to excerpt a series of giggles as his hands squeezed at your hips, moulding you against him as he slotted his body between your legs, the position giving him further dominance and you the chance to wrap your legs around his waist. The morning after when you awoke, you were met with two arms coiled around your stomach, you were wearing his shirt as Bucky remained in nothing but his jeans which had surprisingly stayed in through your time together.

    You groaned as you realised that you should probably get up and make sure that Bucky was awake so that he didn't go to work late. And so you wriggled out of his comfortable grip and shook the adorable man who was snoring beside you, until he opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He reached to the bedside table to grab his phone and check the time although there was a clock right beside it, putting the device in his pocket as he leant over and kissed you. "If this is the sight that I get then I'm not sure I want to leave." Biting your lip you unravelled the material of his shirt off your arms and over your head and threw it at him to put back on as you sat there for a moment allowing his eyes to scan across your flesh before you grabbed an oversized jumper of your own and tugged it on to conceal any of your intimate skin. "Now I really don't want to go." Bucky groaned whilst begrudgingly shrugging his leather jacket on and picking up his helmet from where it had been resting on the ground. "Well you're going to have to unless you want to get fired, and how else are you going to afford all that fuel to follow me everywhere I go?" You remarked, snickering lightly as Bucky rolled his eyes at your behaviour and scathed his fingertips through his fine scruff. "You drive a fair point." He admitted, as you stood up and tugged him down for one last peck. "Come on I'll walk you out, don't want you to get lost in my dingy apartment otherwise you'll never leave and I'll be stuck with you and I'll have to tell Steve why he'll never see you again." You opened your bedroom door and walked out as if nothing could go wrong, until a man walked out from the kitchen, and you were unsure of how you should feel. The annoyance that you had felt towards Eros had faded since he had been the last thing on your mind but seeing him again made some of that anger blossom in your chest again. It was a notion that you had not missed.

    "Nice night y/n/n?" Eros raised his brows, looking slightly disgusted as he gazed upon Bucky. You could feel Bucky tensing behind you and you smiled reassuringly back at him, of course this had to happen, no less when Bucky was leaving. Nothing in the world, and especially the apartment that you shared with Eros could ever be easy. The moment was fleeting as you watched Eros and Bucky glare obviously at one another, disdain written across their features as they frowned, Bucky wore such a the expression often however this time the details were different. He wasn’t doing this due to the annoyance from Sam who often retrospectively tried to get on his nerves, no. In fact though this being the first instance of which he had met Eros, he clearly had an instant dislike for the man, and that was without knowing the loop he had you wrapped up in by forceful commission. If he knew of the blackmail that you roommate was using against you he would have gone wild, worse than when he had argued with that John Walker guy in a bar and outside of therapy. No matter who was on the receiving end of his penetrating eyes, he was like a security dog in the sense that he didn’t release his locked jaw and he could sense when something was off. Before you could formally introduce them or stop their defensive competition, a brash knock that made the front door shake thundered through the room, splitting their eyes from the other to the source of the sound. Since Eros remained still you walked over to the door and opened it, smiling as a stranger older than yourself was on the other side. "Hi, you must be y/n. It's lovely to meet you, I'm Thanos." Fuck.

    #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #eros x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles series #marvel x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #avengers x reader #bucky barnes au #the baby factor #marvel men x reader #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes drabble #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #bucky #the winter soldier
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  • bilbotargaryen
    29.11.2021 - 2 hours ago

    The Widows Bite Back - Chapter 3

    Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35363104/chapters/88257322

    Natasha and Dean continue their journey together.

    MCU x SPN, compliant to my AU “The Altvengers”

    Dude, we finally move towards the Angst aaaaaaaaah. I really hope I hit that intended sweet spot hihi

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  • mischievous-thunder
    29.11.2021 - 2 hours ago
    #imagine your otp #otp prompts#writing promt#ineffable husbands#hannigram#destiel#symbrock#geraskier#thorki#lokius#wolfstar#sambucky #incorrect marvel mcu avengers quotes #marvel mcu avengers memes #peggynat nagron#hawkeye clintasha#johnlock #stucky and wandavision #fanfiction ao3 #fanfic writers artists and memers
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  • the-emo-asgardian
    29.11.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Luck Led Me to You

    Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Driving home on Christmas morning after a last minute mission, a snow storm forces Loki to stop at a roadside diner where he meets you. Warnings: none A/N: ‘Tis the season for holiday fics.

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    It wasn’t that Loki disliked Christmas or the holiday season or even had anything against it. He just didn’t particularly care. That was why he took the last minute mission; villainy didn’t rest, so neither could heroes.

    Luckily, the mission was short and Loki was already on his way home. Thor was overjoyed that his brother would be home in time to open presents. At least he was supposed to be home in time. That was before the snow started. And now he was pulling into a small parking lot on the side of the road, texting his brother that he was going to be late.

    With a sigh, Loki brushed his raven locks from his eyes. As he stepped out into the cold and the snow made small white dots in his hair, he thanked the Norns that it wasn’t freezing enough out for his skin to turn blue. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck as he took stock of where he was. A roadside diner, it seemed, empty but for one car parked on the side of the building. The lights were on inside, and the sign on the door said they were open. Loki pushed on the door, being welcomed by a rush of warmth.

    “Welcome!” your voice called with a musical quality on the tone. “Take any seat, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

    Glancing around the diner, he saw that indeed, no one else was inside. It seemed like you were the only one manning the restaurant too as there were no chefs in the kitchen and no other servers but you. Still, the place was decorated with a lit up tree, offering a festive air.

    Loki considered taking a booth off to the side, but it just seemed silly. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he took a seat on a bar stool, pulling off his gloves and putting them into his pocket. Next he picked up a menu and began browsing it. You came out of the kitchen, apron tied around your waist.

    “Merry Christmas! What can I get for you?” you asked with a bright smile.

    “Merry Christmas,” he replied. “I’ll have, ah, a pancake stack and a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. Also a side of hash browns. Oh, and for the waffles do you recommend Nutella or Holiday Spice?”

    Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at how much food he was ordering. He looked rather lean and lanky, but you wondering if his coat was hiding some kind of muscle fat. “Well, it is Christmas.”

    “Right, right. Holiday Spice it is, then.” He offered a charming smile, setting down the menu. “And a cup of coffee please.”

    Reciting back his order for him to confirm, you tucked your pen behind your ear. Hurrying off into the kitchen, you got started on the food, coming out a few moments later with freshly made coffee.

    “So, uh, are you visiting family for the holidays?” you asked as you poured the steaming liquid into his mug. “Or is it your first Christmas in the States?”

    He sipped the drink, thinking about how it was his first Christmas on the planet. “Ah, you could say it is the latter.”

    “Did you move from across the pond, then?”

    You moved back into the kitchen, able to keep up the conversation through the serving hatch. Setting his arms down on the counter and resting his head on them, he watched you in admiration as you skillfully moved about the kitchen. A part of him had always wished to learn how to cook, but between growing up as a prince and becoming an Avenger, he’d never learned.

    “More like from across the galaxy,” he mumbled.


    Your furrowed brow confirmed his suspicions that you’d yet to recognize him. The god considered introducing himself, but decided to revel in anonymity for a few moments longer.

    “Oh, nothing. I had a last minute,” he paused to chuckle, “business trip. I was heading back home when the snow got too bad to drive in.”

    “That’s terrible!” you exclaimed with a sympathetic glance. “The plow should be here soon, I think. I hope.”

    “Thank you.” He offered a soft smile. “And you? Is your family coming here.”

    “Oh.” You shuffled a bit as you set down his hash browns and breakfast sandwich, the first completed parts of his order. “No. I… I don’t have anyone to go home to. That’s why I figured send the rest of the staff home and keep the diner open for any passerby. I’m glad I did.”

    So you had a kind heart, Loki realized. The small talk went beyond good customer service; you were just a good person who genuinely cared. His heart broke at the idea you were all alone.

    “I am so sorry to hear that. If you would like, once the road is cleared, you could come with me. I would hate for you to be alone out here.”

    “It’s plenty ok, really. I would gate to intrude. But thank you for the offer!”

    Loki frowned at the pancakes you set before him. Though they looked delicious, he found it unfair that the kindest people always got the short end of the stick. He, a grumpy god, had a whole family waiting on him. Yet you? You were here all alone.

    Soon, you brought over the last of his order, the waffles, and you sat with him and chatted for a while. Was it too soon to say he was enchanted by you? No, not if it was true, and it most certainly was. He was almost saddened when you scurried to the window and announced the plow was going by.

    “Oh. That is… That is great news,” Loki said, mustering a smile.

    “Is everything ok?”

    “Certainly. I just, I feel as to leave you, I suppose.”

    “Oh, that? It’s no matter. Go enjoy time with your family!”

    The prince felt like a petulant child as he rubbed his foot against the ground. “Will I get to see you again?”

    “Well, the diner will always be here. And I can give you my number.”

    “I would lo-”

    “BROTHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” a booming voice interrupted.

    “Oh no,” Loki chuckled to himself as the blonde burst through the door. “Thor! I hope you didn’t come all this way for me.”

    “Of course I did, Loki!” The older Odinson grabbed his brother in a side hug and ruffled his hair, much to Loki’s dismay. “I could not let you be alone on this most joyous holiday.”

    “Do not worry, I was not alone,” Loki replied with a shy smile at you.

    “T-thor? L-loki?!” you gasped, only just realizing you’d never gotten the stranger’s name. You buried your head in your hands. “Oh my gosh, I’m such an idiot!”

    Loki broke free of his brother’s grasp and walked over to you, gently tugging your hands away from your face. “You are nothing of the sort.”

    “Seriously? I didn’t realize I was talking to a freaking Avenger. All this time!”

    “Regardless, I enjoyed our time together. And my offer is, of course, still open.”

    “Offer?” Thor asked.

    “Yes, I have invited them to the Tower for Christmas.”

    “You most certainly should come! We are having a party anyway, so there will be more than enough food. Besides, as Prince of Asgard and Loki’s older brother, it would be remiss of me not to insist you come in thanks of you taking in my poor, you get brother. All stranded alone in the cold without-”

    “Yes, thank you, Thor,” Loki interjected, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Truly though, I would like you to come…”

    In the face of both the gods—and Loki’s adorable scarlet colored cheeks—you couldn’t resist. “Oh, alright! Let me just close up shop and we can go!”

    The brothers went to warm up the car while you got ready to leave. Loki still didn’t have any particularly strong feelings about Christmas, but he was particularly glad it had allowed him to meet you. Though he was considerably less glad about his brother’s next comment.

    “I am glad we convinced them to come. It will be perfectly lucky for you; Tony already has plenty of mistletoe hung!”

    “Thor!” Loki scolded, as his face burned once again. He watched you come hurrying out of the diner, locking the door behind you. “Just do me a favor, brother, and keep the comments to a minimum.”

    The thunder god acquiesced, yet even as you got into the car, Loki couldn’t help but think how truly lucky he was.

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  • thestruidora
    29.11.2021 - 4 hours ago

    This is the funniest but also the most bizarre thing that has happened to me in the fanfiction world for a while. I started writing and publishing stories on the internet when I was eleven and back then this was more of a common occurrence. I'm nineteen now and it has been a long time since I've received something like this on a post. My initial reaction was to laugh it off because Tumblr can be full of trolls sometimes, but I thought about the trouble this person went through to read my work and then type this shit. So here it is: I'm a Brazilian girl that writes in a language that isn't her own and does it just for fun. I'm self-taught and I do not have a beta, which I wish I had, but that's past the point. I've always welcomed the readers to maybe alert me of mistakes and give criticism in a constructive and polite way, I just never thought I'd have to say it because it's pretty fucking obvious. Well, I guess it isn't for some people.

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  • pastel-painted-sunrise
    29.11.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Part Three: Umbram Tuam


    [ FALL, 1784]


    Sammezzano Castle

    Milicent and Druig made their way inside the castle, both taking in the coloured tile that littered its architecture-- they were akin to a rainbow.

    It was a beautiful palace, and it made Milicent happy, which was all that mattered to Druig.

    ❝I already hate this, Millie.❞

    Druig shook his head, in detest. One thing he learned from being an eternal was that crowded places incited conflict-- Druig hated conflict.

    ❝How can you hate this Druig? We've been in here for a total of three seconds.❞

    Milicent spoke, but her eyes did not meet Druig's. She was staring in awe at the ceiling of the ballroom they stood in. Blue, yellow, red, pink and so many other colours painted the tiles on the ceilings; it was... breathtaking.

    A smile tugged at Milicent's mouth. Druig couldn't help but stare. In their thirty years of friendship, Milicent's smile was an extremely rare occurrence. But, when it happened, it was breathtaking.

    ❝Going to stare all day, mens lectorem? (Mind reader)❞

    Druig coughed while pulling his eyes away from her. Of course, Milicent caught his longing gaze, she always did. Druig felt his cheeks flush lightly but,  he bounced back quickly.

    ❝Not staring, just admiring.❞

    ❝Oh is that what you call it?❞ Milicent's eyes flashed green— Druig could see the Emerald hue through the holes in her raven-feathered mask.

    ❝Yes. Fine art should receive recognition.❞

    Milicent rolled her eyes— she was never good at giving compliments, let alone receiving them.

    ❝Claude os tuum (Shut your mouth).❞ Milicent shoved his shoulder, playfully.

    ❝Fac me (Make me).❞ Druig squeezed her hand.

    Milicent raised both her eyebrows, suggestively. She yanked his blazer forward, moving close to his ear so she could whisper.

    ❝I most certainly can.❞ Her voice was low, catching Druig by surprise.

    ❝How?❞ Druig's voice faltered slightly.

    Milicent's once serious face had once again, turned into a smile.

    ❝By dancing with me, as you promised.❞ She winked.

    Druig scoffed, placing his hand on his heart.

    ❝You are cruel, Millie.❞

    She only laughed in return, while pulling him further into the crowds that were dancing.

    ❝I've been told it's one of my most endearing qualities...❞

    Her words were a reference to the first time they met thirty years ago, of course, Druig remembered. How could he forget? She swept him off his feet, literally.

    ❝Mendax. (Liar)❞

    ❝What makes you think I'm lying, Druig?❞

    She turned her head around to face him.

    ❝Because you didn't have any friends before me, who could've complimented you?❞

    Druig's jab at her resulted in Milicent smacking his shoulder-- ❝Ouch.❞ Druig rubbed his shoulder, looking down at her.

    He and Milicent stood, facing one another. She was hesitant about where to put her hands while they danced, and Druig sensed that. The brunette took the lead, on this one.

    Druig let go of her hand, he trailed his own down towards her corset-cinched waist, the other also sat at her mid-torso. ❝Is this okay?❞ He whispered, with his thick accent.

    Milicent only nodded.

    Druig took that as a sign to guide her hands up to his shoulders. It was peaceful, the pair did not utter a sound. They just swayed back and forth to the sound of violins, piano and the surrounding people making small talk.

    Milicent was enjoying every second of where they were, it was certainly worth the wait. She placed her head in the crook of Druig's neck, smiling lightly.

    ❝You're happy.❞ Druig affirmed-- looking down to where her head lay.

    ❝No.❞ Milicent shook her head, burying her face deeper in his neck as an attempt to hide her smile.

    ❝Yes, you are.❞

    ❝What makes you so adamant that I am?❞ She mumbled into his shoulder.

    ❝I can feel you smiling into my neck. You never smile.❞ Druig raised his eyebrows at her.

    ❝What are you going on about?!❞ Milicent pulled back; spoke defensively. ❝I smile!❞

    His comment was absurd, to her at least.

    Druig laughed loudly, locking eyes with her, in a challenging manner.

    ❝No, you don't.❞

    ❝Yes, I do.❞ She shot back.

    ❝Milicent, I have known you for three decades. And throughout those years, I've seen you smile...❞ Druig pretended to ponder. ❝Three times, once in each decade.❞

    ❝Four, if you include tonight.❞ Milicent pointed out, trying to help her case, but failing miserably.

    ❝My sweet Mili...❞ Druig squinted at her, playfully. ❝The third smile includes tonight.❞

    Milicent shook her head in disbelief. Her mouth was wide open, she was speechless, Druig had done the impossible-- rendered her speechless.

    ❝What, so you're keeping track of my smiles now?❞ She spoke up.

    ❝Yes, because I want to make sure you're happy.❞

    Druig shrugged his shoulders, caressing the side of her waist, ever so lightly.

    Why? Milicent felt like asking, but she didn't.

    ❝Well, I don't like my smile, so don't expect it to become a frequent occurrence.❞

    Milicent mocked him-- squinting her eyes as he did earlier.

    ❝Well, that's unfortunate. It's a beautiful smile.❞ Druig whispered in her ear, pulling her closer.

    ❝Wow, one of the great eternals thinks I have a beautiful smile. Did you tell all the other girls from ancient civilizations that?❞

    Milicent sent him a playful glare, but, there was some truth behind her words. At least Druig thought anyway, it was frustrating that he couldn't read her mind-- Milicent's protection spells sucked.

    ❝You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, Milicent.❞

    Druig's azure eyes stared into her rust-coloured ones.

    There was not an ounce of doubt in his decision, Druig was dead serious. To the point where Milicent had to look away, her lower stomach was in a twist...

    ❝I... we... thank you?❞

    ❝You're welcome.❞ Druig chuckled, he found her uneasiness amusing; Milicent was never uncertain.

    Milicent looked down at her feet, she was trying to focus on anything but his face. Milicent felt uneasy-- she couldn't deny that she felt something for him, and she didn't like it.

    The last time she began to feel this way about someone... it ended up with her being cursed with love being her death, she couldn't have that.

    Druig lifted her chin with his hand.

    ❝Why're you getting so shy on me now, pulchra? (beautiful?)❞

    Get a hold of yourself. Milicent Pythias, is bold. The cursed raven is bold, not shy!

    Milicent cleared her throat. ❝I'm not.❞ She looked at him, reaching her hand up to pat his cheek. ❝You're delusional.❞

    Druig pushed his tongue into his cheek, only nodding at her words. He would have to agree, to disagree. It was something he had grown to excel at-- especially with how stubborn Milicent was.

    ❝If I'm delu-- OOF.❞

    Druig began to speak, but he was cut off with Milicent falling to the ground. One moment, Milicent was in his grasp, and the next, she was shoved to the floor by a guest at the masquerade.

    Druig moved from his spot, crouching down to assist Milicent.

    ❝Excuse you.❞ The stranger who shoved Milicent spoke spitefully.

    Her words were directed at both Milicent and himself.

    ❝Who do you think you are?❞ The stranger continued.

    Druig heard Milicent scoff. Her gaze was on the tiled floor, but he knew it was only because her eyes were glowing green-- she was trying not to use her powers... especially not after what happened the last time she did at a big gathering.

    ❝I think you owe her an apology.❞

    Druig stood from his crouched position, gently pulling Milicent up with him. She shoved her head into his chest, breathing heavily-- she felt herself beginning to lose control.

    ❝I owe her zilch.❞ The girl spat.

    ❝You shoved her to the ground.❞ Druig pointed out while rubbing Milicent's back, attempting to soothe the storm building within her.

    ❝I shoved her? No, she--❞ The girl stuck her finger into Milicent's back.  ❝Shoved me.❞

    ❝Exhaurire illam vitam. (Drain her life.)❞

    ❝Exhaurire illam vitam. (Drain her life.)❞

    ❝Exhaurire illam vitam. (Drain her life.)❞

    ❝Exhaurire illam vitam. (Drain her life.)❞

    Milicent's mumbles into Druig's chest slowly grew louder and louder, becoming more violent by the second. Her words alarmed Druig, those words were far from peaceful. She was ready to devise chaos-- Something Druig could not let happen.

    With the blink of an eye, Druig's once blue eyes flashed goldenly. He effortlessly, took control of the stranger's mind, making her walk away as nothing happened.

    Although Druig had made the girl disappear, that did not soothe Milicent. If anything, it made her even louder. Her voice increased in volume.

    ❝Exhaurire illam vitam. (Drain her life.)❞

    ❝Exhaurire illam vitam. (Drain her life.)

    ❝Milicent, listen. Listen to me. She is gone now.❞

    Druig's words meant nothing to her. Milicent could not hear his voice over the loud voices in her head, fighting her.

    ❝Milicent, listen to me.❞

    Druig pulled her face out of his chest, staring her down. There was no point in using his powers on her, they would not work.

    ❝Calm down.❞

    Shadows began creeping out from her pale hands. They were frozen to the touch, but Druig did not care. The only thing that mattered was calming Milicent. Her brown eyes were a dark void-- last time that happened, Druig couldn't get Milicent back to reality. At least not until she finished the spell pouring from her lips.

    ❝Milicent, it's Druig. Don't listen to Umbram tuam. (Your shadow). You can fight it.❞

    But she couldn't. Because Milicent gave in to the darkness that lurked within.


    Druig didn't have to look to know who was screaming. The stranger who bumped into Milicent earlier was convulsing on the floor. The girl's shadow began to disperse from her body, making its way towards, Milicent. Who stood with her eyes wide open and flashing green.

    Druig had to do something. The boy grabbed Milicent's shoulders, he shook them abruptly; while controlling the minds of every person in the ballroom. They would have to forget about Milicent attempting to drain a stranger's life spirit-- and Millie, well, she would have to snap back to reality.

    ❝Milicent. No, stop. You're better than this.❞

    Hi thank you for your patience. Sorry it took so long to update, my grandfather passed away so I was busy. Hopefully, you like this! I'm very excited about this story... love you all!


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  • buckyssoldat
    29.11.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Chapter 46: Siberia

    Warnings: strong language, violence, mentions of death and blood

    A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

    I know I'll be alright

    But I'm not tonight

    I lost a friend, I lost a friend

    The three friends had been flying for a couple of hours when they finally reached the cold Russian mountains. They had remained quiet for the whole trip. Alice would occasionally glance at Bucky, to check if he was okay, and he would do the same for her. Their hands were intertwined together for the entire flight, giving strength to each other.

    “What’s gonna happen to your friends?” Bucky asked his the other two.

    Steve paused for a bit before he finally answered, “Whatever it is… I’ll deal with it.”

    Bucky let go of Alice’s hand and sighed, “I don’t know if I’m worth all this.”

    “Buck…” she tried to grab his hand again, but he dismissed her touch, “If you’re not worth, neither am I.”

    “What you two did all those years…” Steve began, “It wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice.”

    “I know.” Buck was looking through the Quinjet’s windows, but then turned to Steve, “But we did it.”

    He regretted saying that in front of her after he saw the look on her face – she was visibly upset, trying to conceal her tears. When she felt him trying to intertwine their fingers together, she took away her hand from her thigh and crossed her arms. Everything she did when she was Forsaken haunted her mind daily. When she was Indigo, it was different – she killed very bad people who had done terrible things. But when she was Forsaken, she killed innocent people.

    The rest of the trip was even quieter. It was worse than before, as you could feel Alice and Bucky’s tension in the air. They had never been like this with each other.

    Steve landed the Quinjet a few minutes later. Alice got up from her seat and went to a storage that had ‘Onyx’ engraved on its side. It was where her weapons and gear were. She grabbed a couple of knives and two guns. When she was about to close it, she noticed Bucky looking at her. Grabbing one of the machine guns, she sighed before she gave it to him.

    “You two ready?” Steve asked and they both nodded.

    They went to the back of the Quinjet, waiting for the back door to open.

    “You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?” Cap tried to break the tension that was lingering in the air.

    Bucky instantly smiled, “Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?”

    “You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead.”

    The other man replied with a chuckle, “What was her name again?”

    “Dolores. You called her Dot.”

    “She’s gotta be a hundred years old right now” Bucky joked.

    “And so are you two, idiots” Alice finally spoke, making the two of them laugh.

    “It doesn’t matter. I’m more into brunettes now” the ex-assassin said, making Steve look at him in shock. Was he talking about Alice? Was Bucky in love with her? He would talk with him about it once this was over.

    “Let’s go stop the evil fake psychiatrist” she said, ignoring Bucky’s previous comment.

    Alice started walking towards the entrance of what it used to be her old home, while the two men stayed behind, staring at her. Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder before they finally went after her. They stopped right at the entrance, where she was waiting for them, looking at the already open door.

    “He can’t have been here more than a few hours” Steve said.

    “Long enough to wake them up” Bucky added.

    Steve led the way to the old bunker while Alice and Bucky followed behind him. Alice pointed to the small elevator in front of them. Even after all those years, she still remembered every corner of that place. When the doors opened, Steve looked outside before he turned back to them, nodding. He pulled up the grid of the elevator. Bucky got out first, machine gun ready in case Zemo was out there, waiting for them. Alice had one of the guns in her hand also, while Steve put his shield up. They walked down the corridor with caution, always prepared to fight in case anyone appeared. As they were walking up some stairs, they heard a loud thud coming from the front door. The trio spun around, waiting for Zemo to show up.

    “You ready?” Steve asked them.

    “Yeah” they answered at the same time.

    The doors opened, showing a person they were never expecting to be there – Tony Stark. Steve started walking towards him, while Alice and Bucky stayed where they were, ready to fight if Tony attacked them.

    “You seem a little defensive” Iron Man said sarcastically while looking at Alice and Bucky.

    Steve nodded, “It’s been a long day.”

    “At ease, soldiers” Tony assured while staring at the pair, “I’m not currently after you.”

    “Then why are you here, Tony?” Alice questioned her friend.

    Tony shrugged, “Could be your story’s not so crazy. Maybe. Ross has no idea I’m here. I’d like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself.”

    “Well, that sound like a lot of paperwork” Steve remarked as he stared to lower down his shield and Tony chuckled, “It’s good to see you, Tony.”

    The Iron Man nodded, “You too, Cap.” He then turned to Alice and Bucky, who still had their weapons up, “Hey, Manchurian Candidates, you’re killing me. There’s a truce here. You can drop…”

    Alice lowered her gun and then put her hand on Bucky’s metal arm, telling him to lower his as well. The four of them started walking around the corridors, weapons ready if Zemo appeared anywhere.

    “I got heat signatures” Tony announced as they enter a new corridor.

    “How many?” Steve questioned.

    “Uh, one.”

    When they entered the room, the lights turned. There were five capsules, illuminated by yellow lights. Inside of them were the other Winter Soldiers. Alice did not recognize the room of her old home, but she knew why. If that was where the other soldiers were, Doctor Semenov would have never let her set foot in there.

    “If it’s any comfort,” a voice suddenly boomed through the room, “they died in their sleep.”

    As they get closer to the capsules, they noticed that each of the five soldiers had a bullet hole in the middle of their foreheads. Alice gasped with confusion. If Zemo’s plan was to use the Winter Soldiers, why would he kill them?

    “Something is not right” she murmured.

    “Did you really think I wanted more of you?” Zemo questioned, “I think two brainwashed murderers is more than enough.”

    “What the hell?” Bucky whispered while looking at Alice.

    The Sokovian continued his speech, “I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here.” Suddenly, the light of the control room turned on, showing Zemo inside of it. Steve immediately threw his shield at him, but it ricocheted back due to the strong glass on the room. “Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

    “I’m betting I could beat that” Tony told him.

    “Oh, I’m sure you could, Mr Stark. Given time” Zemo replied, “But then you’d never know why you came.”

    “You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve spat while he approached the room where Zemo was hiding.

    “I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year” the man explained, “I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here… I just realised… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw.”

    “You’re Sokovian” Cap realised, “Is that what this is about?”

    “Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell,” he replied. “No. I’m here because I made a promise.”

    Steve nodded, “You lost someone?”

    Zemo clicked his tongue, “I lost everyone. And so will you.”

    He clicked on some button inside the room. 23 November 1999, was what appeared on one of the old computed screens next to Steve. It started played a video from a surveillance camera. Alice gasped when she saw herself displayed on the screen – it was the day she was kidnapped by Hydra. It was showing who had taken her – Bucky, more precisely, the Winter Soldier. She knew it wasn’t his fault, so she grabbed his metal hand and squeezed it.

    “That doesn’t affect me, you fucking idiot” she yelled at Zemo.

    “Oh, I know it doesn’t. I just wanted to play with you for a bit. But this isn’t why I came here” the Sokovian explained, “An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead. Forever.”

    A new date appeared on the screen, 16 December 1991. Then it moved to another surveillance camera, this time of a road surrounded by trees.

    Tony went to Steve’s side so he could take a better look, “I know that road. What is this?”

    The video started rolling, showing a car hitting a tree. Alice remembered that Zola had shown them that video when they were in New Jersey. A motorcycle soon appeared, and she immediately recognized the driver – it was Bucky. She looked at the men in the room – Steve was staring at Tony, who had an angry look on his face, and Bucky was staring at the ground. It moved to another angle of the cameras, showing a man crawling on the floor and begging the Winter Soldier to help his wife, blood splattered on his face. The Winter Soldier grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up. The man recognized him, he called him “Sargent Barnes”. A woman’s voice was heard, saying “Howard”. That was when Alice finally realized what happened – the Winter Soldier was the one who killed Tony’s parents.

    Tony glared at Bucky and then turned his face to the screen again, seeing his father getting hit repeatedly on the head. After Howard Stark was dead, the Winter Soldier put him back on the driver’s seat, so his death could be labelled as an accident. Walking around the car, he went to the passenger’s side, where Maria Stark was sitting. He grabbed her by the neck and hold on to it until she took her final breath. After his mission was completed, the Winter Soldier shot the cameras, trying to destroy the evidence that he was ever there.

    Iron Man’s eyes were filled with tears. He immediately tried to lunge at Bucky. Alice put herself in front of him, trying to protect him.

    “No, Tony” Steve said as he grabbed his arm.

    Tony turned to Steve, rage and grief consuming his heart, “Did you know?”

    “I didn’t know it was him” Cap lied. He knew. He knew the moment Zola showed him the video back in New Jersey.

    “Don’t bullshit me, Rogers” Tony spat, “Did you and Onyx know?”

    “She didn’t know.”

    Tony took a step back from Steve. In a matter of seconds, he put back his helmet and punched Cap in the face, making him fall on the floor. Bucky immediately raised his gun at him, but he grabbed the gun and threw it away. Alice tried to step in, but Tony hit her with a blast right on her chest. After that, he grabbed Bucky by the neck and flew him across the room. When they land on the ground, Tony put his foot on top of Bucky’s metal arm and got ready to blast him, but Steve threw his shield at him. While they are busy fighting each other, Alice helped Bucky get up, but Tony was already trying to fight him.

    Alice grabbed his arm just in time, as he was about to hit Bucky.

    “Tony…” she pleaded.

    “Stay out of this, Onyx” he said before he threw her against a wall, charging at Bucky immediately after that.

    While they were fighting, one of Tony’s blasts hit a beam of the room, making everything fall down.

    “Get out of here!” Steve yelled at Alice and Bucky, who started running towards the exit.

    Remembering well the plant of the building, they went to another room where it had a huge door on the ceiling. Bucky hit the button on the wall, making said door open. They started crawling, hoping to get to the exit before Tony could get to them. A loud thud came from the ground. Alice looked down and saw Iron Man flying in their direction.

    “GO!” she screamed at Bucky, “GO! I GOT THIS, BUCKY!”

    As Tony approached them, Alice started getting ready for what she was about to do. When he was close enough, ready to blast them, she punched him, making him fall down a couple of stories. She turned around, Steve had already joined them, and Bucky was still there. He had ignored her telling him to go.

    “He’s not gonna stop” Steve told them, “Go. The two of you.”

    Alice and Bucky nodded and started climbing towards the exit again. As they were about to get to the top, something hit the door, making it explode and, therefore, close. Bucky fell down one story, while Alice was still grabbing tightly onto the ladder.

    “Buck!” she yelled in distress as he fell.

    Iron Man flied up to him and they started fighting once again. Bucky tried to use an iron pipe to defend himself, but Tony soon had his neck wrapped around his arm. Alice started climbing down, hurrying to help him, but Bucky jumped down the ledge, taking Tony with him. Steve met them midway, lunging at Tony and making him lose his grip on Bucky. The three of them fell down. Alice jumped, landing on her right knee on the first floor. Steve was still lying on the ground, while Tony was ready to punch him. She ran to where they were, grabbing Iron Man’s fist before he hit Cap.

    “Stop this madness, Tony” she pleaded again, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

    “I don’t care” he spat.

    They started fighting each other. Since she wasn’t using her full strength, Tony managed to pin her down on the floor. When he was about to hit her with one of his blasts, Bucky jumped on top of him, hitting him with Cap’s shield. Steve soon joined the fight, the three of them taking blows at Tony and throwing the shield between them. Out of nowhere, Tony shot a beam right on Steve’s stomach, making him hit the wall behind. He then turned to Alice, doing the same thing to her. The only one left fighting was Bucky, who backed him up against the wall. Using all his strength, he put his metal arm on Tony’s arc reactor, trying to rip it out of his suit. As Alice is trying to get up, a huge blast hit the wall behind her, and she heard Bucky scream in pain. She looked at him in shock – Tony had ripped off his metal arm.

    “NO!” Alice yelled before she went after Tony, punching him right on the head. But he didn’t give up, so he used the same strong blast he had used against Bucky, hitting her right on the chest. If it weren’t for her powers, she would have been dead.

    “What are you doing, Tony?” Steve shouted at him. Picking up his shield, he went straight at Tony, hitting him repeatedly with it.

    They kept fighting until Steve was kneeling on the floor, his shield across the room.

    “He’s my friend” he said.

    “So was I” Tony replied coldly.

    Iron Man punched him on the head countless times before he threw him against the wall. Slowly and with cuts and blood all over his face, Steve got up, raising his fists.

    “I could do this all day” he said between breaths.

    As Tony raised his hand to blast Steve, Alice, who was lying right behind him, grabbed him by the leg, making him fall down onto the floor. Steve got immediately on top of Tony, punching him on the helmet, before he grabbed his shield and hit him with him, breaking the helmet. Right after that, he raised the shield again, hitting the iron suit’s core with it, shutting it down. Tony looked at Steve, horrified with what he had done, while the other man tried to catch his breath.

    Alice helped Bucky get up, putting his flesh arm around her shoulders. Steve joined them as they started making their way out of the Hydra base.

    “That shield doesn’t belong to you” Tony yelled, “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

    Without looking back, Steve dropped the shield on the ground. He then followed Alice and Bucky, leaving Tony all alone.

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  • buckybeardreams
    29.11.2021 - 5 hours ago
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  • christinebloodwrittings
    29.11.2021 - 6 hours ago
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  • k-the-hungry-clown
    29.11.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Loki x Reader

    I know I said that I do Marvel stuff but I feel like it’s all just Loki. It’s just because I can understand his character the most or whatever. Happy reading (or not). By the way, I know I don’t really put age restrictions on my work but that’s because 1: I know people will just read it anyway and 2: age doesn’t really mean anything it’s just how much you know tbh. Also help, I smell like Viakal because I’ve just been cleaning all the shower and all the sinks and I cannot get rid of this smell rn. 

    Warnings: Language (per usual), idk probably some yelling, angst because I’m not in a fluffy or smutty mood today (but hey what about some good ol’ hate fucking? no?). And yeah this has mild violence where reader gets le smacced (not the kinky kind either) and I just want you to know that I don’t condone abuse whatsoever I’m just writing this to vent my anger at the world. 

    You sat in the corner of your room, back pressed against the wall, head in your knees. “Hey Jarvis, where’s Y/N?” Tony asked the AI. He was worried. You had gone up to your room yesterday afternoon and hadn’t come out. You’d been in there for just over a day. “Miss Y/N is in her room, would you like me to call her?” the AI responded. Tony frowned. “Not yet. What’s she doing?” he added. “Miss Y/N is sitting on the floor,” Jarvis replied. Tony sighed. “Thanks, Jarvis,” he muttered, getting up and making his way over to your room. He knocked on the door. “Hey kid, you in there?” he asked. You unlocked the door with a flick of your wrist. “Come in,” you said. Tony opened the door and made his way over to you. “What’s up kid?” he asked, patting your back. “Don’t call me kid. I’m five million four hundred and sixty five years older than you,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes. Tony rolled his eyes. “Ok then, grandma,” he said. You smacked the back of his head. “Idiot,” you giggled. The billionaire rubbed the back of his head. “Well at least I made you laugh,” he sighed. “I’ll always laugh at your pain,” you grinned. Tony ruffled your hair. “Come on, you haven’t eaten in ages,” he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you downstairs. You punched him on the arm once you were carried to the table. “I have legs for a reason,” you huffed. “Eat,” Tony said, shoving a waffle in your face. You took it and gingerly nibbled the corner. “Good morning, Lady Y/N! Did you have a good hibernation?” your favourite blonde, Thor, boomed (sorry Cap Simps. I just like Thor more than him). You rolled your eyes. “I don’t hibernate, Thor,” you laughed. Thor nodded, taking a massive bite out of a pop tart. “Good morning, brother!” he shouted greeted, as the other Asgardian walked into the room. Loki winced. “You bloody oaf, when will you learn to talk at a normal volume?” he hissed. Thor tilted his head. “You seem to be in a bad mood, brother. Have a pop-tart!” he smiled, thrusting one into Loki’s hand. Loki tossed it at you, and you gracefully caught it in your mouth. “Thanks, Loki,” you said, chewing on the pastry. Loki glared at you. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not talk with your mouth full?” he sneered. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to throw food at people?” you replied. “Don’t talk about my mother you filthy street-whore,” the god snarled, looking very much as though he wanted to smack you. Okay, so you forgot his mother was a sensitive topic. Oops. But still, calling you a ‘filthy street-whore’ was uncalled for. Your jaw clenched. “Shut the fuck up,” you shouted, on the verge of tears. You felt a sharp stinging pain on your left cheek. The room was so silent you could literally hear everyone’s heartbeat. You disappeared. “Brother! You hit a woman!” Thor said, looking at Loki in a very disappointed manner. Tony grabbed Loki, by the neck. “Listen here, Reindeer Games, I don’t give two fucks that you’re a god. You’re going to apologise to Y/N and if that ever happens again, I’m going to have you killed. Or Nat will do it herself,” he spat. Loki, like you, disappeared. 

    You touched the cheek which Loki had struck. If anyone else had hit you it probably wouldn’t even leave a mark but Loki was a god. You could feel a bruise starting to form on your cheek. You were somewhere between heartbroken, furious and just really fucking hurt. You felt like you should be crying. But you weren’t. Why was he so pissed at you today? It’s not like you two were super close or anything but you were mutual acquaintances and you usually got along pretty good. He usually treated you nicer than everyone else anyway. And you didn’t even start the fight. He threw a pop tart at you (which you didn’t mind), you said thank you and then he got aggressive. Not your fault. You sat on your bed and stared at the wall. His words echoed in your head; ‘filthy street-whore’. Your thoughts however, were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. “I don’t give a fuck who it is. Leave me alone,” you snapped. The door opened slowly, to reveal a very sheepish looking Loki. Your eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here? Don’t want to be around the ‘filthy street-whore right’?” you laughed sarcastically. Loki glanced at your cheek, eyes filled with guilt. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking down. “Why did you get so pissy with me anyway? Is it because I mentioned Frigga? If so, then I’m really fucking sorry. We all miss her you know. She was like a sister to me. But that’s no reason to smack me in the face,” you hissed. Loki shifted uncomfortably. “Well?” you asked, tapping your foot on the ground. “I was jealous,” he sighed. “Jealous of what?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “You spend a lot of time with Stark and my brother,” Loki mumbled. You stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. So, Loki got angry because you were spending a lot of time with Thor and Tony. So he smacked you in the face and called you a whore. You blinked. “That makes sense but it also makes no sense at all,” you said finally. “Am I forgiven?” Loki asked hopefully. “Only if you give me a kiss,” you smirked. “It would be my pleasure,” he replied. 

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  • plxviofiles
    29.11.2021 - 7 hours ago

    i'm just glad you're around.

    kate bishop x fem!reader, fluff !!

    warnings: one suggestive joke and that’s it : )

    sypnosis: sometimes all you need is playful banter, mutual affection, and microwaved pizza to feel better.

    word count: 1.1K

    a/n: yes I'm posting again I can't help myself 🧍‍♀️ another kate fanfic!! <3 she’s been on my mind a lot recently 😭 . not entirely proofread. i'm thinking of posting a natasha fic soon ! feedback is appreciated <3


    “I can’t believe clint just left the both of us here,” kate complains, sitting down on the couch with a huff.

    you wring your wet hair in your towel, thinking thoughtfully.

    you suppose your girlfriend had good reason to be upset. she never liked sitting on the side lines while others were getting things done.

    you hang your towel on its rack, “he’ll be back soon, babe.”

    “not soon enough,” you hear her murmur a little grumpily from the living room. you make your way over to the couch and sit down, cautiously hovering your hand over hers.

    kate wasn’t one to initiate physical affection, you found that out early when your relationship first started with the young archer.

    she slowly intertwines her hand with yours and you inch towards her.

    soon, she was leaning into your body, your touch calming her.

    “do you think I’m incapable?” the question came out in a whisper, and you feel her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

    you rack your brain for the right words, not wanting to be partly responsible for your girlfriend’s dwindling confidence.

    “you know, he didn’t mean what he said that way,” you soothe her, “he was just looking forward to a Christmas with his family I think. whatever that suit was, he must’ve gone through some shit to get it in the first place.”

    “I know, I just,” she sighs softly, “I don’t want him to think that I can’t do anything. that I can’t be responsible, or whatever.”

    “that’s not true,” you counter, “you tend to be impulsive sometimes and can be reckless, but you’re also capable, and I don’t know anyone else who can do the things you do better than yourself. even clint. he has nothing against my best girl.”

    kate remains quiet, but you know she appreciates what you said.

    “I don’t think I’m better than everyone,” she murmurs.

    “you’re the best to me,” you assure her, “you’re the most talented person I know.”

    she appears to be satisfied with your answer, pressing a quick kiss on your jaw, spreading warmth throughout your body.

    “why don’t you go take a shower?” you suggest helpfully, “I’ll find something for us to eat.”

    “you’re not going to join me?” her puppy eyes are inviting but you giggle and kiss her temple affectionately, “not this time, babe.”

    she sighs for the umpteenth time that day and untangles herself from you begrudgingly, making her way to your shared room.

    “thank you,” she says quietly, but you heard her.



    kate finds something in her aunt’s closet to wear, and by that time, you were setting up the table.

    “you seem excited,” you state.

    the golden retriever barks at you, hugging your leg.

    “yeah, kate gets angry whenever she’s hungry too.”

    you toss him a slice and he devours it immediately.

    “thank god we got two,” you mutter to yourself, giving the friendly dog the rest of the pieces of that pizza.

    “you gave him that much?” a familiar voice rings out.

    you shrug and turn around, handing a plate to kate, “he deserves it. he’s had as much of a shitty night as we did.”

    he pauses his feast and barks in agreement.


    “you’re taking it off?”

    “yeah, it’s on wrong.”

    “let me do it,” you tell clint, going to your girlfriend and ripping it off.

    “ouch! have mercy on me, babe,” kate pleads.

    you disinfect it as quickly and painlessly as you could, plastering something that looked like a bandaid on, “these need to be perpendicular, you wanna close it. this is helping it cinch, so it can mend to each other faster.”

    clint looks impressed, nodding with what you said.

    “since when did you learn how to do this?” your girlfriend asks, grunting a little with the pain.

    you shrug, “I got hurt a lot as a kid.”

    “you’re lucky you have her,” clint comments, throwing the rubbish away.

    “damn right she is,” you tease quietly, tapping your girlfriend on the shoulder.


    “you okay?”


    “so, how’s my place?” kate stares at clint, who takes a quick look at her, “crispy.”

    she looks down, and you put a hand on her shoulder, “did you get the suit?”


    “but you have a lead.”

    “what makes you say that?”

    you can see kate visibly deflating little by little, and you press a quick kiss to her cheek, a shadow of a smile making itself known on her face.

    “what’s this?”

    you snort, and kate groans at the incoming teasing.

    “katie tried to draw those guys in the tracksuits.”

    clint flips through the book, and you can see him trying not to laugh.

    “I started to, um, describe them.”

    you laugh heartily and she glares playfully at you, “you’re so mean to me.”

    “come on, babe, it’s funny!” you protest.

    “I guess you’re not an art major," clint says with a straight face.

    you burst out laughing and kate just looks done, but the defeaning sound of your laughter made the atmosphere much less tense.

    “okay,” kate says in defeat.

    “I would offer to, uh, buy you a hotel, because from certain angles this all looks like my fault, but my mom, um, cancelled my credit cards because of the-“

    “the clock tower incident,” you intervene, wiping the tears under your eyes.

    “the clock tower incident,” kate nods.

    “that’s not necessary,” clint says dismissively, “I’m just gonna be another minute kids."

    “okay. thank you for…” kate trails off.

    “everything,” you finish for her, “it means a lot.”

    kate walks away, and you follow her from behind, waving at the tired superhero, “I guess we’ll see you tomorrow, clint.”


    the room was cosy and so was the bed, the small tv and the noises it emitted was surprisingly calming.

    kate was falling asleep, her body pressed to yours, legs entangled once again.

    “I’m not always good with words,” she suddenly says.

    you hum knowingly, tightening the arms you had wrapped around her waist.

    “it always seems like you know what to say.”

    you chuckle, “I don’t. half of the time I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

    “and yet I trust what you say all the time,” she smiles.

    “you’re the only one that would listen to me."

    “that’s true.”

    the banter is lighthearted and reassuring. you knew your girlfriend felt better.

    “you know I think the world of you,” you face her, kissing her nose lightly.

    kate claimed she rarely blushes, yet she’s turning as red as a tomato.

    she kisses you this time, on the lips, lovingly, and with promise.

    “everytime you're with me, I'm just glad you're around."

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  • ohheyjanie
    29.11.2021 - 7 hours ago

    12 Days of Christmas {6/16}

    Day 4: Toys for Tots Drive @ The Hotel Artel Times Square, with Bucky Barnes

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, platonic Avengers x Fem!Reader

    Word Count: ~2.0k

    Warnings: FLUFF, some swearing, mutual pining, idiots in love, a little tiny bit of angst (if you squint)

    Summary: You help Bucky rediscover a part of himself he thought he had forgotten.

    Notes: It's my birthday today, and I planned it so that I would release my favourite chapter of the series so far on this special day haha! Enjoy!

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    It’s unfair that, on top of being perfect in literally every other way, Bucky is also great with kids. You watch fondly as Cassie wraps her little arms around his neck so he can carry her around with him. Lila, Cooper, Nathaniel, AJ, and Cass are circling around at his legs. Cooper is even going around with his left arm wrapped in tin foil, which had Bucky smiling so wide your heart had trembled.

    Scott had asked if Cassie could tag along, as she had some toys she no longer played with that she wanted to donate for the cause. This gave you the idea to bring along Clint’s and Sarah’s kids as well, so Cassie could have children close to her age to play with as the grown-ups got to setting up tables and putting up decorations. Plus, you figured your friends could use a few hours off from parenting for a change. Laura Barton had been so grateful she sent you a gift basket.

    You like kids too, but you never really thought about having any of your own. Watching Bucky interact with the children, however, is giving you ideas. Well, not so much the having kids part, but more the making them part. Good lord, where did that come from? You are in definite need of a cold shower.

    Shaking your head as if that will rattle those filthy thoughts out of your mind, Cassie catches your eye over Bucky’s shoulder. She waves excitedly at you, showing you the stuffed toy she’s got in her hand. “Look! Isn’t he ugly? But I love him anyway!” She shouts, causing Bucky to turn to see who he’s talking to. He grins when he sees you there, in your red and white fair isle sweater, complete with embroidered snowflakes and Christmas trees.

    Bucky himself is dressed in his usual black on black on black, but he wears a bright red Santa hat on his head. When he had shown up at your room a few hours ago to pick you up wearing it, you almost collapsed against your door in a fit of giggles at how adorable he looked. He asked if you thought it was too much, and you were prepared to fight tooth and nail to make sure he kept it on. Much to your delight, the children had loved it and begged him to keep wearing it. He looked like a super sexy Santa, carrying a sack of toys into the hotel ballroom that’s been converted into a nice space for the event.

    “What are you doing all the way over there? C’mere,” Bucky calls out to you. The Barton children bound over and grab your hands to practically drag you over. Once the tables are all set up and the toys are divided up amongst the different age groups, all of you are having a blast visiting each category. Bucky is mesmerized by some of the modern-day toys, and you make sure to show him all the classics.

    You challenge him to a game of Operation. He scoffs at first, wondering how this could be considered fun. But soon, he’s getting so into it that he’s practically screaming with frustration whenever his tweezers hit the sides of an opening.

    He and Cassie play the Let’s Go Fishin’ game, which has her throwing a flimsy fishing rod at his head when he manages to collect all of the tiny plastic fish by himself. Cooper shows him the Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Robots game, and you watch with glee as the game starts to get needlessly competitive. You all take turns making random shapes out of cartons of colourful Play-Doh, trying to guess what the other made.

    “How on earth is that a dog, sweetheart?” Bucky teases when you present your creation proudly.

    “Wha—? How is this not a dog? Something’s wrong with your eyes, Buck.” You say, totally indignant. You look over at the kids for affirmation, but they go along with him, snickering at the bright yellow blob sitting on your open palm. “Traitors.” You mutter at them. It’s even more unfair when Bucky presents a miniature replica of Steve’s shield, so perfect that you’re tempted to grab it and whip it across the room to see how well it flies. How did he even manage that?!

    Nathaniel proves himself to be artistically gifted when he draws a picture of a flower on an Etch A Sketch, which has Bucky in hysterics. “I have to get Stevie one of these. That little punk will lose his mind.” He then has way too much fun chasing after the kids with a Corn Popper, laughing loudly at the sounds it makes as he pushes it after them.

    You show the children a Sky Dancer toy you find, laughing when you pull the string and the little plastic fairy goes flying. You give it to them so they can run off and play with it, telling them to be careful and stay close. You and Bucky settle down at a nearby table, keeping a watchful eye on them as they chase the flying fairy around. You go rummaging through a nearby bin and find a box for Hungry Hungry Hippos.

    “Oh, you are going to love this.” You’re thrilled to see that the game is in great condition and all the levers work perfectly. Bucky grins as he inspects the toy, shaking his head a little. Soon, though, he’s cackling with laughter as you’re shouting at him. Swiping at his vibranium arm, you repeat for the millionth time that he can’t use it because a) that’s cheating, and b) he’d probably destroy the damn game and the entire table with it. When he’s beaten you five rounds in a row, you slump back into your chair in utter defeat.

    “They sure have gotten real creative with these things,” he marvels quietly.

    “What kinds of toys did you have as a kid?”

    “Not a lot,” he shrugs. “There were toy cars, trains, planes, boats—stuff like that. I remember spending my allowance to buy my sister one of those little red wagons. God, she made me and Steve pull her around in that thing all the time.” The image gives you butterflies, young Bucky and tiny pre-serum Steve, two doting big brothers, doing their best to make sure Rebecca enjoyed her new toy. “Musical instruments were considered toys back then too.”

    “Did you ever get one?” You ask, but he shakes his head.

    “No, we didn’t have enough money for that. But we had a really old piano at home. I’m pretty sure it belonged to my great-grandfather or something like that. My mother used to play, I think. Or maybe it was my old man. I can’t really remember.”

    “Did you play at all?” For a moment, Bucky pauses at the question. He frowns a little as he tries to recall if he ever put his hands on the keys, maybe with his mother or father sitting next to him on the bench. Did Rebecca play? He can’t really remember that, either.

    “I don’t know,” he finally says, smiling wistfully. “Maybe?” You purse your lips, knowing that you saw a pretty nice keyboard in one of the bins somewhere. There’s a moment of hesitation, but then you get up to go look for it. “Where are you goin’, doll?” You raise a finger, silently asking him to wait as you search. When you finally find it, you run back to the table and place it down gently in front of him. He looks between you and it a few times, before just staring down at it while you keep your eyes trained on his.

    “Anything?” You try not to sound too hopeful, lest he feel like he’d be disappointing you if he said no. He doesn’t answer, his brows knitting together in a look of concentration. Just as you’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, he lifts his flesh hand and places his fingers on the keys. You hear him let out a shaky breath as he plays a note. As if from muscle memory alone, he lifts his other hand and presses down on another key, hesitantly, then he plays another, then another, and soon the hall is filled with the sounds of soft music.

    You watch as Bucky plays slowly, at a much slower tempo, almost as if he’s unsure, but he doesn’t stop. You recognize the melody of Clair de Lune, a song you used to listen to a lot as a teenager when you were going through a classical music phase. You get so lost in Bucky’s playing, you don’t notice the way the children have crowded around you to get a closer look or the way the volunteers have stopped what they’re doing to listen with you.

    The rest of the world falls away as Bucky continues to play, and he can picture himself back at the old brownstone in Brooklyn where he grew up. He can recall the way his mother moved around in the kitchen, while he and Rebecca crowded around their tiny television. His father died when he was pretty young, but Bucky can remember George sitting on the couch with the paper open, occasionally looking over the top of it to watch a tiny Rebecca playing with her dolls at his feet. Or sometimes, they would just sit and play cards while the radio played in the background. Bucky remembers his favourite Christmas—1930, his mother had been playing this song on their old piano as he and his sister opened their presents. He doesn’t even remember what the presents were, but he remembers sitting next to Winnifred as she played effortlessly and beautifully. He had looked up at his mother in awe, who then affectionately wrapped her arm around him as she taught him which keys to press. She would shower him with praise and applause whenever he managed to get through a few bars without making a mistake. Bucky can remember the way her warm hands hovered over his the entire time.

    Bucky doesn’t notice that tears are streaming down his face until he feels your fingers brush against his cheek. He looks up at you then and the music stops. Were those tears a bad sign? Was this a mistake? Cassie steps forward to rest her cheek on his forearm then, as if to silently comfort him, and he smiles gently at her. He wipes away the rest of his tears with his gloved metal hand, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Bucky flushes when the crowd of volunteers give him a small round of applause, but then the tension is diffused when the children start clamouring over each other that it’s their turn to play next. Little Nathaniel climbs into Bucky’s lap, while the others crowd around him to start playing melodies of their own.

    “That was lovely,” you murmur to Bucky, your voice trembling a little.

    “Thank you,” he responds, and from the way he’s looking at you, you know he’s not just responding to your compliment. Tears fill your eyes, as they always do whenever you think of Bucky and all the pain he’s experienced. You will them not to fall.

    “I really like that song,” you say, trying to distract yourself. It doesn’t work and the tears trickle down your cheeks. Bucky reaches out his flesh hand to wipe them away, much like you had just done for him moments ago. You wish you had the courage to follow your heart and lay a kiss onto his palm. Instead, you just try to give him your best smile, but it comes out all wobbly through your tears. It makes you feel a little silly, so you let out a small laugh to diffuse some of the tension. Bucky just closes his eyes as he holds your delicate face in his hand, trying to contain the affection he feels for you in this moment.

    “I promise I’ll play it for you again sometime.”

    To be continued!

    Up Next: Day 5 — Christmas Tree Lighting @ Rockefeller Center with Pietro Maximoff (coming Dec 1st)

    TAGLIST will be in the reblog post!

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  • marvelnatural4life
    29.11.2021 - 8 hours ago


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  • bisexual-characters-nation
    29.11.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Me, who wanted to write a simple fluff:

    My characters deciding its going to be the angsty hurt/comfort with unresolved tension, misunderstandings and drama:

    #fanfiction#loki 2021#sylki#mcu#marvel#lovie#loki#sylvie #love is a dagger #loki series #marvel cinematic universe
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  • blackypanther9
    29.11.2021 - 11 hours ago

    Part 4 - HYDRA Knowledge...

    No one’s POV...

    They both stood on the roof.

    "So what did you wanted to ask me ?", Steve asked.

    "What is HYDRA ?", Loki asked.

    Steve stiffened at that, his face turned into one of hatred.

    "Why do you want to know ?"

    "They are after someone. I don't know who but they are. One student told me that they were once there, searching for someone, but didn't find them."

    "HYDRA is gone."

    "Seems like they are still there. Listen Soldier, I would not ask when I would know or think that, that isn't a threat. Maybe that Masked Person works for that HYDRA thing."

    Steve sighed.

    "HYDRA is a secret organization, like SHIELD, but with other Ups and Downs...while we form a group of Heroes with Powers...they kidnap such people with Powers. They even steal or buy unwanted, not Power possessing kids and experiment on them. Giving them many different vials full with some Powers. It doesn't matter if they are with or without Powers...they will get tortured until they obey them and they use them as their personal Playthings. In short...they make the Villains with Powers. They can put you under Mind control and you can't fight it off. If their Villain comes back without success...they get tortured or even killed as punishment.", Steve told Loki.

    Loki's eyes went wide.

    "How bad is it all ?"

    "I don't know. I was never there...but I think it is very painful. We went into one of their bases once and found many Teenagers crying and screaming in pain, but nothing was found on them. They were traumatized and still felt the pain, HYDRA gave them."

    "These people disgust me !", Loki scoffed.

    "They disgust us all. But-"

    "Steve ! Loki !"

    They turned around and saw Tony suited up.

    "Suit up ! The Masked One is again in the city ! SHIELD is there and it kills again some Agents ! We have to move !!"

    Steve and Loki looked at each other and Loki summoned his and Steve's battle suits. Loki his armor and Steve his costume. They then ran out with Tony.

    "Loki teleport there and buy us time ! Thor is already there !", Natasha said.

    Loki nodded and with a shimmer he was in the City. There the person stood. Black and green mask with golden eyes and mouth.

    "It is coming closer !"

    "It attacks again !!!"

    Before Loki attacked he heard a voice...Destiny's voice.

    "It is hard to trust somebody out there.... I told you already too much. If they find out....we aren't safer than we are already. HYDRA they are after us."

    If Loki puts the pieces together there is something that was telling him that Destiny meant that much like...

    "HYDRA is not dead. You can trust nobody for now. They know of us and our Powers...I said too much."

    Loki looked at the Agents.

    'Was that what she meant ? They are under our nose ? In front of us and we cannot see them ?'

    "LOKI !!"

    Loki snapped out of it and saw the Masked One right in front of him. Thor laid on the ground like the rest of the Avengers. They weren't hurt but put under a strong spell, Loki could tell. It looked at him and leaned its head to the left, in curiosity.

    "You didn't fight...why ?", a deep voice said.

    "I...I...need one answer from you...and then I answer yours."

    "BROTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?!", Thor yelled angrily.

    The Masked Person chuckled.

    "Go ahead.", it said.

    "Why do you kill some Agents...but not everyone ?"

    The person chuckled again.

    "That...you must find out alone."

    "Then another...has it something to do with HYDRA ?"

    The person fell silent.

    "Yes. It has.", the person answered with a monotone.

    "I didn't fight because someone told me they were after them. They can hardly trust people from outside. Never knowing if they were an alley or an enemy."

    It was silent and then the person snickered, snickering turned to laughing and the laughing turned into a crazed out laugh. Loki almost shuddered at that.

    "You are someone...Yeah...HYDRA is back again, after someone. Let us just say that...you better stay out of my way, or you are gonna regret it."

    And before Loki could say more the Masked Person knocked Loki out and teleported away.

    "LOKI !!!", the whole Team screamed.

    After the person vanished the spell disappeared too and they ran to Loki. Thor took him in his arms and brought him to the Tower. He rushed to the healing room and the Doctors searched for any bad wounds. Nothing, the person did it on purpose. It could have hit him through the throat, but it didn't. Thor didn't understand why it never killed them.

    30 minutes later....

    Loki awoke with a jolt in his bed. He hit his forehead, not believing that he got knocked out. He had no answers, if the person was bad or some Agents...

    'Maybe the 3 I met know more...or can help me...'

    The door knocked and Thor came inside.

    "Loki ! Finally you are awake ! We were worried that you may need longer..."

    "What happened ?"

    "The person knocked you out and then vanished. Weirdly...it hit you were you won't have any bruises. It didn't kill you."

    "It was a Warning..."

    "That it hit you ?"

    "No ! I...I met someone and they said they always have to watch out."

    "You said that before...who is HYDRA after ?"

    "I...I promised to not tell anyone, Thor. They are lost. They need someone they can trust on. Trust me on this Thor."

    Thor sighed.

    "Very well, Brother."

    And with that Thor left.

    'I am not your Brother...', Loki thought.

    Masterlist HERE !

    #Loki x Reader #Part 4 - HYDRA Knowledge... #Fem!Reader #Male!Loki #Loki Odinson#Loki Laufeyson#Avengers#MCU#Marvel #The Mischievous One #Avenger!Loki #Fanfiction
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  • sergeantxrogers
    29.11.2021 - 12 hours ago

    | mizaru - hear no evil |

    Summary: Working for Alexander Pierce had never been easy. With his new secret project, however, it gets a little harder to stay on the “right” track.

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

    Word count: 5.8k

    Warnings: Swearing, mentions of torture/abuse, death, possible cliffhanger

    This is part 1 in a three-part mini-series.



    Project: The Winter Soldier Program, cont. Authorization: Level 10 - Pierce, Alexander Goodwin Date: 12/17/1945, disc. - 05/20/2014 Subject No.: 17

    Your eyes burned into the file on your desk. You were too afraid to open it. Yes, as his executive assistant, you had demanded Pierce tell you what was going on behind the scenes, but that didn’t make you any less hesitant to read the horrid details. 

    You knew whose picture would be staring back at you once you opened the file. You had heard enough about the program to know who he was, and who he had become. What you didn’t know, and what you were intent on finding out, was why Pierce, of all people, needed him, and what for. 

    With a deep breath, you straightened your back in your office chair, and reached for the file with reluctant fingers. Sure enough, light eyes met yours when you opened it. Tired eyes, the spirit in them broken and bent so far it was unrecognizable. Hair not short yet, awkwardly, not long either. His cheeks sunken in and eye sockets dull. 

    The time stamp on the picture of Test Subject No. 17 showed it was taken in the 40s. The fresh scarring on his shoulder told you as much. Bucky Barnes had only just splintered, had fought his last fight and was ready to give in. You could see it in the way he pleaded to the camera with his eyes, in the way his shoulders slumped slightly, in the way the frown on his face seemed indifferent. It made a chill run down your spine, and you flipped the picture over, unable to look at it any longer, even though you knew it made no difference. 

    Pierce had you sworn in to the project the minute he agreed to hand you the file: everything you knew now put your life at risk. Therefore, you were to work with him. He needed you there, he had said. 

    You could flip the picture over and ignore it all you wanted, but in an hour you were going to be sitting in a room with the very man from the photo, and thinking about it made you feel uneasy. The nerves weren’t from fear; you knew perfectly well the Winter Soldier wouldn’t hurt you unless ordered to do so. You suspected the queasy feeling in your stomach was more out of hurt, for him. 

    Your suspicion was only confirmed as you continued reading the file, reports from each study, each test, each wiping. The string of words that made him what he was:  Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон.

    Zola’s reports that had been retrieved from archives deep in the government’s systems were arguably the worst, explaining in explicit detail all the things they did to make James Barnes comply when he wasn’t feeling cooperative. Pictures of lashes on his bare back, on his chest, on his good arm. Reports of retracting meals for days at a time. Burn marks in the shape of HYDRA’s crest on his stomach and ribcage, bloody noses, blood dripping out of his mouth, discoloring his teeth, broken from clenching hard and fighting back. Disciplinary methods.

    You slammed the file shut. 

    Inhaling deeply in an attempt to clear your head, you gathered the file along with a few additional papers in your hands, and pushed your chair back. Checking the time on your wrist watch, you stood up from your desk with a small sigh. 9 a.m. on the dot. 

    Smiling at the occasional agent and intern that would pass by you and wave, you made your way to the elevator, trying to keep your jittery nerves at bay. Finger shaking slightly as you pressed the button for the lobby, your own reflection stared back at you in the closed elevator doors, and you headed down.


    You thanked the taxi driver after paying, slamming the door shut behind you. The Ideal Federal Savings Bank loomed above you, and it pushed a sense of dread into your throat as you remembered why you were there. Walking in, files in hand, your shoes echoed on the tiled floors throughout the almost empty lobby. The only things you could see were a desk with an older woman sitting behind it, a large sign reading Bank Teller above it, and a man in a long, white coat standing beside it. Waiting for you. Scientist, you realized. 

    Swallowing heavily and fiddling with the edges of the papers in your hands, you saw the young man nod at you, then motion for you to follow him. You did, following him through a set of bar doors. And another one. And another one. Until you were so far into the jail-like bars that you couldn’t see the bank teller anymore when you looked behind you. 

    Following him through one last set of bars, you saw a group of several more scientists dressed just like the man Pierce had sent out to get you. They stood in a vault, surrounded by hundreds of safe deposit boxes. You saw your boss, and when he turned to greet you as you walked in, you saw him. 

    Sitting in the chair placed in the middle of the room, he made no move to acknowledge the fact that someone new had just walked in, keeping his eyes focused on the wall in front of him. Empty, devoid and blank. Clad in dark leathers and a belted vest, black pants on him with multiple pockets, the knife strapped to his thigh gleamed in the overhead lights. The man sitting in front of you in this room wasn’t the Bucky Barnes you read about in history articles, or saw pictures of in the museum. The man before you was hardly a man, in fact. More like a machine working only on code and binary numbers. Your gut clenched as Pierce spoke. 

    “You’re late,” he said blankly.

    “Sorry sir, traffic,” you explained shortly, shrugging a shoulder lamely. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the Soldier, sitting tensely as if waiting for the order to pounce at any given moment. 

    “Yeah, well,” Pierce exhaled, clapping his hands loudly. The sound made you jump slightly, and your heart almost failed you when the Soldier’s watchful eyes flickered to you for a split second, a faint furrow in his brow, then went back to the wall. 

    “You’re just sitting in today.”

    “Wh- huh?” You whipped your head towards Pierce, eyebrows raised slightly in question.

    “You’ll just be observing today. Writing down things when I say, handing me reports. Just watching.”


    You nodded slowly, then stepped your way steadily to the chair in the corner of the vault. It gave you a vantage point of everything. 

    Pierce turned his attention away from you, facing the soldier sitting mutely in front of him. 

    “Mission report.” His voice cut through the thick air in the vault, and you sat with baited breath as you watched the soldier raise his eyes slightly to look up at your boss.


    The word rolled off his tongue effortlessly, immediately, the way he was trained to do, and his hollow voice echoed in the vault. Your eyes caught sight of the red star painted on his arm, the silver metal catching the light. 

    For a moment you wondered how different he would look with his old left arm, flesh and blood and bone instead of cold, grinding metal. A memory of his picture in the Smithsonian crossed your mind, hair shorter and face bright back then, standing next to Captain America. He had a smile on his face, whereas looking at him now, you wondered how much they had to wear him down for his face to look like it never had the capability to do anything else other than stare blankly. 

    You were pulled out of your thoughts by Pierce’s contemplating hum. He swiveled on his heel, looking towards you. 

    “Take a note for me, would you?”

    You nodded frantically, fumbling with the pen in your fingers. Whether it was nerves, or the cold air in the room, or the puncturing glare of the Fist of HYDRA staring you down, it took you a while to finally get the pen upright, positioning it above your open notepad. 

    “Write...,” Pierce started, pacing back and forth slowly between you and the soldier. “Write that the mission was successful, and that part 2 is in action.”

    You scribbled what he said down with furrowed brows, then glanced up at him, confused. “What was the mission?”

    “Killing Nick Fury.”

    His words hit you like a slap across the face, unexpected and very, very painful. Immediately, you thought back to all the times Fury had come to visit Pierce, greeting you politely at your desk, asking you about your day. Why did he need Fury dead?

    Instead of letting it show, you cleared your throat. “And, uh- what’s part 2?”

    “Initiating Project Insight, of course.”

    You nodded in understanding, dropping your eyes back to your notepad. The pen in your hand was slipping, your grip all of a sudden too sweaty.

    Pierce muttered something to one of the scientists closest to him, then turned towards the exit. 

    “Wipe him.”

    Those two words made the Winter Soldier’s head shoot up, eyes flitting around him, taking in the scientists and guards reaching for his arms and chest, pushing him back. Pierce turned his head back to look at you over his shoulder.

    “Let’s go. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” 

    You scurried over to where he stood, not looking back as you walked through the bars through which you had come only moments before. You didn’t have to look, though. His screams and grunts of protest echoed throughout the vault, down the hallway, through your very bones, and as you walked you wondered how much of his humanity was really left untouched by HYDRA.


    Studying the Winter Soldier had become standard protocol in your job description. It started with just compiling and sorting the files of all agents involved in Project Insight, which led to logging all the soldier’s missions. After a month of that, Pierce had you as executive to the project. You were to sit in at every meeting with him, catalog and report every detail. Eventually, Pierce gave the role of “interviewer” over to you, claiming it was easy enough and he had bigger things to worry about.

    You started spending more time at the bank than at your desk, maybe even your apartment. The bank teller at the front, whose name you had learned to be Amelia, greeted you kindly every time you came in. There was no more need for any scientists or agents to wait for you, to lead you down the tunnel of barred doors, to bring you to the Winter Soldier. 

    Your job was to visit him every single day, keep track of progress, or possible regression, and lead the program. You hated it. You hated it because of the way he would seem to sit up straighter when he saw you coming, hated it because of the way he never really looked you in the eyes and flinched ever so slightly whenever you made any sudden movement. The number of agents guarding you had slowly dwindled too, falling to a measly two once they realized the soldier saw you as no threat and would do nothing to harm you. For that, in a way, you were almost grateful. Being watched and scrutinized by them had made you anxious, pressured, wondering if you could really even do your job. 

    You sighed as you made your way through the bars, waving off the two guards posted at front, and they made their way out into the hallway to wait. One hour. One hour, every day, and without fail, the moment the hour was up the guards were storming back into the vault and grabbing the soldier by his shoulders. You, however, were out of there before he could open his mouth for the first scream. You would be sick otherwise. 

    “Well, Soldat,” you cleared your throat, and the man sitting mutely in front of you nodded once. 

    You stood awkwardly, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Without any active missions or specific instructions from Pierce, most of your daily meetings went the same: you’d pull up your chair to sit in front of him, he’d stare blankly into your eyes as you asked him technical questions, and you’d feel a dull pang in your heart the entire hour.

    That was just how it went.

    You sighed again, heavily, as you pulled up your chair and sat down. 

    As you stared at him, you had to remind yourself to keep your tongue tied, to refrain from mentioning anything from his past life, refrain from even mentioning his real name. You knew he was Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier, however, did not. And Pierce intended to keep it that way.

    So, you started the routine questions.

    What have you eaten today? Хлеб и курица.

    Have you drank water today? Да.

    What was your last mission? Устранение Ника Фьюри.

    He always answered in Russian, and you couldn’t understand him but you had asked the same questions enough times that you could tell if he gave a different answer than usual. Most days, it was the same.

    You hummed in response, jotting down a note on your open notepad. You peered up at him from beneath your lashes, to find him looking down at your notes, with a peculiar expression on his face. It was almost a childlike curiosity. 

    “Can you write?” you asked him, and his eyes flicked up to yours. He nodded, only once, as he always did. 

    “Do you... do you want to write something?”

    You asked the question with hesitancy, slightly pushing the notepad in his direction, and he glanced down at it, before up at you again. 

    Slowly, with narrowed eyes, as if he were assessing a threat, he pulled the pad from your hand, then the pen from your other one. It looked ridiculous in his hand, small and fragile, as he held it. The soldier glanced up at you again, a question of hesitance in his eyes, and you nodded.

    “Go ahead,” you told him.

    He eyed the pen carefully, then brought it to the paper.

    You had expected his handwriting to be messy, scrawled with the brute carelessness he held in the taking of other lives. It was actually the other half of him: the half that was beaten into compliance, trained into submission. His handwriting was neat, sterile, straight. As if he was taught that messy writing would give him a beating, which left you wondering for the thousandth time if there was any part of him HYDRA had left uncovered, unscarred. 

    You leaned in to get a better look at what he had written.

    Возвращение на pодину.

    You’d studied enough to recognize the words, and their meaning. Homecoming. What you didn’t understand was why he had chosen those specific words to write. 

    He saw the confused look on your face, then carefully pointed to the words, saying them out loud like it would help you realize something you couldn’t before.

    Giving him a small shake of your head, you took the notepad and pen back.

     “You can understand English, right?”

    You realized it was a stupid question the minute it left your mouth, because you knew he spoke English if he was “out” for too long, but he nodded anyways.

    “So, why speak in Russian?” In your mind, it was a valid question. HYDRA was German.


    Three letters spoken simply, barren, yet they told you everything you needed to know. You looked at him for a moment, thinking of him being shipped to different organizations around the world, like some sort of weapon, used whichever way they pleased. A feeling of sadness and violation for him swam in your gut as you met his dulled out, blue eyes. 

    It was moments like these that had you finding yourself weak, willing to lose your job and possibly your life if it meant you could tell him who he really was. If it meant you could show him a picture of his best friend and he would be able to recognize him. 

    You cleared your throat, about to ask him another question, when sudden footsteps echoed through the hallway leading to the fault. Both of you turned your heads to the sound, the soldier’s body tensing up and turning toward the entrance. 

    Pierce stormed in, looking as livid as you had ever seen him, guards trailing in behind him. 

    “There’s been a breach,” he huffed out, and you gave him a confused look.

    He pointed a finger at the soldier next to you. “You’re coming with me tonight.”

    After that sentence, he turned on his heel, and on instinct the Winter Soldier stood to follow. 

    “You too, Y/N,” Pierce called out. You looked up at the man standing tall next to you, towering over you with a solid expression on his face. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, as if he was saying “Come on”. So you stood, and you followed, guards rearing up behind you. 

    You tried not to pay too much attention to the dangerous form who had seemingly taken a step closer to you. Acting as a shield, almost. Almost.


    The Winter Soldier stood before you, waiting for instructions. You were to prep him for his biggest mission yet, one Pierce hadn’t told you. Your instructions, however vague they may have been, were clear enough: prepare the soldier for life or death. 

    As you checked and rechecked the tightness of his harnesses and gun straps, you tried avoiding his eyes as much as possible, as they followed you carefully, watching your every move. You had tried pulling information about his mission out of him, but Bucky answered all your curious questions with a simple and curt nyet. He wasn’t allowed to tell you, no matter how often you were with him, because a greater threat with higher authority was always hanging above his head, finger on the trigger ready to take his life at any given moment. 

    A soft sigh left your lips as you handed the soldier another knife, just in case, and he took it from your hand with fluid ease. You watched him tuck it into the holster on his thigh, movements calculated and expression stoic. 

    “You seem ready enough to me,” you muttered, crossing your arms and letting your eyes fall to the heavy boots on his feet. You eyed his mask- his muzzle- in the corner of the room, laying by a free pair of gloves and a set of bullets, and swallowed heavily. 

    If this were any other usual mission, you’d hand it over to him. But you were strictly instructed not to. You were to leave his face bare, and you didn’t know why but you had a feeling it was part of Pierce’s bigger plan, bigger picture, something that fit like a puzzle piece into the long run. 

    He saw the absent look in your eyes, and followed your gaze to look behind his shoulder. Catching sight of the mask, he turned his head back towards you and tilted it slightly.

    “Без маски?“

    His gravelly voice pulled you out of your stupor, and your eyes met his. You shook your head. 

    The soldier shifted his weight, favoring his right leg, as he stared at you, arms down by his sides.

    “You ready?”

    A nod.

    “Should I let Pierce know?”

    Another nod.

    You swallowed back the bitter taste of worry on your tongue as you dialed Pierce’s number, because you weren’t even sure what you were so worried about. It would be fine. It always was.


    “Steve Rogers?”

    The disbelief was evident in your voice, concern dripping off your words.

    Pierce nodded, as you followed him into his office.

    The night before, Pierce had given his number one player a new assignment. He had made you leave the room when he told him, for reasons he refused to disclose. It was the mission you had prepped him for, unknowingly sending him into his hardest battle yet.

    “And- and the Widow, too?”

    You almost tripped over your own feet making your way to his desk. He sat down, exhaling a long, annoyed breath as you stood in front of him. 

    “With all due respect, sir, what the hell?”

    Pierce brought a hand up to his head, rubbing his temple. 

    “Sitwell sold us out. I can’t have that.”

    “So you’re having him eliminated? Captain America, too?”

    Pierce simply nodded, and you let out a small sigh, realizing you would get nowhere with him. 

    “I hope you know how insane that sounds.”

    “I know.”

    “And how hard it’ll be to do.”

    “Not for the asset.”

    You flinched internally at the name he used for- for Bucky. 

    “Captain America is a hard man to kill, Pierce.”

    He merely shrugged. “The Winter Soldier is a hard man to escape.”

    “Jesus fucking Christ, boss.”

    And with that, you left his office.

    Your walk to your desk was a silent one, your shoes scuffing the tiles as you plopped yourself down into your seat, muttering to yourself about not being paid enough for this shit. 

    As you rested your bag on the wooden desk, the pile of files and notes shifted underneath it and your notepad caught your eye. Carefully, you pulled it out from under the pile, opening it to the last used page. The Winter Soldier’s neat handwriting sat in the middle, strokes careful and with meaning. You heard his voice in your mind, repeating the words to you, and you dragged a finger softly along the pen marks. 

    A quiet beep pulled your attention from the notepad to the phone on your desk, a small red button blinking at the bottom. You gave a small sigh, and pressed it. 

    “Yes, sir?”

    “We’re going to the bank,” Pierce’s voice seeped through the speaker. You hung up, then looked back at your notepad. Turning back to see if Pierce had left his office yet, you ripped the page out, leaving the edge messy and jagged as you opened a drawer and shoved it inside, slamming it shut. 

    Gathering your papers again, and your notepad, you stood from your chair just as Pierce showed up. 

    “C’mon, he’s back and I don’t have all day.” Well, he was in a good mood.

    The ride to the bank was a quiet one. Once you got there, Pierce shot out of the car like a man with a mission, and you had to speed walk to keep up with him. 

    Greeting Amelia with a smile, a pinch of worry seized you when she gave you a small, worried smile back, eyes shifting between you and Pierce. Making your way down the hall, the first thing you noticed was the abundance of guards. More than usual. 

    You followed Pierce and two guards as they led the two of you to the soldier. In front of the doors, stood a neat looking man, in a dress shirt and tie, glasses perched on his nose. 

    “He’s unstable-” he told Pierce, but it seemed you were the only one paying him any attention as you gave him a fearful look. 

    When you walked into the vault, you felt a queasiness building in your stomach as you took in the difference in scenarios. Unlike the indifferent, cold, almost bordering on bored soldier you were used to seeing every day, this one seemed... distressed. The doctor working on his arm when you walked in stepped back as Pierce waved everyone around him away. You glanced at the soldier sitting shirtless in the chair, and didn’t let your eyes linger too long as you glanced away. 

    “Mission report,” Pierce demanded, as if he already knew what had happened, but wanted to hear it from the man himself. Like a father scolding his child.

    Bucky stayed silent, staring down at the floor with a pained look in his eyes. You swallowed. 

    “Mission report, now.”

    When he refused to speak again, Pierce walked up to him slowly. You stood behind him, fiddling with the edge of your papers again as you watched. 

    Kneeling down slightly in front of him, Pierce looked at him for a moment before landing a harsh slap to the soldier’s face, sending his head shooting to the right. A soft gasp left your mouth before you could stop yourself, and the soldier brought his head back to glance at you, before speaking. 

    “The man on the bridge...,” he said with furrowed brows. “Who was he?”

    The English caught you by surprise. You hadn’t even realized how long he had been out of cryo, and you swallowed again. 

    Pierce stared at him for a moment. “You met him earlier on another assignment.”

    He spoke to him as if he were a child, you realized. They all did. They treated this man that they had broken down and rebuilt into something horrible, like a child who asked too may questions about things he shouldn’t need or want to know. 

    The distress in Bucky’s eyes as he spoke told you what you wanted to know. He had remembered something, someone, and fled. 

    “I knew him.” His words were quiet, and unsure.

    As he said them, and as Pierce pulled over a chair- your chair- to sit down, the soldier looked at you again. You almost heard the snapping of your heartstrings as you took in the look on his face. 

    His shoulders rose and fell and he dropped his focus back to Pierce, now sitting in front of him. 

    “Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time.”

    The soldier’s eyes filled with worry as he shifted them to the side.

    “Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we’re gonna give it a push. But, if you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine.”

    Pierce spoke, but it seemed like Bucky’s mind was elsewhere, reeling and thinking. You shifted uncomfortably beside them, watching the exchange.

    “And HYDRA can’t give the world the freedom it deserves,” Pierce continued. 

    The soldier brought his eyes up to look at Pierce. 

    “But I knew him,” he said, voice wavering and face pulling into something pained, as if it took him all his strength to say those four words. 

    Pierce sighed, then stood. 

    “Prep him,” he said to the man who was stood at front when you had first come in. 

    “He’s been out of cryofreeze for too long...”

    As they spoke, you stood bolted to your spot, watching the soldier act more human than you had ever seen him. His eyes flicked up to yours, and you noticed they were filling up with tears.

    You gave him a little shake of your head, opening your mouth but failing to say anything as you heard Pierce tell the men to wipe him, and start over again. 

    You watched with trembling fingers and weak knees as they pushed him back, like they had so many times before, shoving a mouth guard between his teeth, and he took it willingly. His eyes stared off into the space in front of him, and it was only when they chained him did you realize you were blinking back your own tears. 

    Pierce motioned with his head for you to follow him as Bucky started screaming, and you walked out of the vault, his cries of pain echoing and following you through the hallway. 

    Once the heavy bank door had shut behind you, you let out a deep, stale breath you didn’t know you were holding.


    “Please, please, I’m just- I’m not-”

    You stumbled over your words, tears falling freely down you cheeks as you kneeled on the floor in front of Natasha Romanoff, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. Begging to be spared.

    “I’m just- I’m just his assistant,” you swore, pleading up at her, eyes flicking cautiously between her eyes and the loaded gun in her hand. 

    She hummed, then turned her head to Fury, who nodded at her.

    “I know her. Good kid.”

    You breathed out a sigh of relief as Natasha then reached out her hand for you. You took it hesitantly, standing up on wobbly legs. You had only then found enough strength in yourself to throw a glance at Pierce’s body bleeding out on the floor, Nick Fury’s bullet lodged in his abdomen, shards of glass surrounding him. 

    “Thank you,” you whispered to Fury, then turned to Natasha and repeated yourself, nodding frantically.

    “Hope you’re not too mad we killed your boss.”

    The casual way Natasha had said the sentence almost made you laugh. You shrugged.

    “It... the pay was shit, anyways.” 

    Something outside caught your eye, and you moved over to the window of Pierce’s office to get a better look. Falling from the largest Helicarrier, and the one currently falling apart, out from the smoke and fire was Captain America’s shield. Your eyes followed it as it fell into the water, and then your snapped them back to the Helicarrier. Where was Steve? Where was Bucky? Why did the shield fall? How long do they both have before that thing completely collapses into the water?

    A million questions and thoughts ran through your mind as you watched, hands plastered on the glass, smudging it as if you could somehow hold the Helicarrier up yourself long enough for both men to get off. You wished you could.

    “C’mon, Rogers. Don’t be a pussy,” Fury muttered behind you, and you turned your attention to him.

    “I thought you were dead.”

    Your voice sounded blank and hollow to your own ears, and Fury rested a heavy hand on your shoulder. 

    “It’s a long story for another time.”

    Your heart jolted when your eyes caught new movement. 

    Natasha let out a strangled “No” at the same time a gasp left your body. Steve Rogers fell from the Helicarrier, body heavy and lifeless as the water swallowed it whole. Your knees gave out from the shock, and you collapsed, hands sliding down the glass window. 

    “Oh, God, please...,” you whispered as fresh tears hit. 

    Tears, for Steve. Tears, for Bucky. For Steve because he lost his life trying to get his best friend back. How cruel of Pierce to send the Winter Soldier to Steve Rogers as a familiar face, without a mask, knowing it would make him weaker. And how cruel of him to send Bucky Barnes on a mission to kill his best friend, brainwashed and confused, doing only what he’s told with no control over stopping it.

    You cried, and you cried some more. You sat at the window until dark fell upon the river, the expanse of the sky lowering in brightness until you heard Natasha’s boots crunching on broken glass behind you. You sniffled, staring blankly at the spot where Steve had fell into the water, when she called to you.

    “We found him.”

    Those three words made your heart race erratically. 

    “Is- is he...”

    “He’s still alive.”

    A surge of relief flooded through you at the realization that Steve Rogers was, in fact, not dead. Tears breached your lash line again, however, when something else came to mind. That also meant that Bucky hadn’t killed his best friend, and he wouldn’t have to live with that for the rest of his life. A small victory in comparison to the dozens of lives he’d already eradicated, but it was the quality of it that counted. 

    Glass shifted and crunched under your feet as you tried your best to ignore Pierce’s body still on the floor, long gone and only taunting you at this point, while you followed Natasha out the door.


    James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

    Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom, Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, depravation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

    Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

    Your eyes took in each and every word, flittering across the exhibit, taking in information, looking at his old pictures. You stopped when you came across one of Bucky and Steve smiling together, and the corner of your lips lifted.

    Ignoring the crowd of people behind you, movement caught your eye. To your right, standing right where you had stood moments before as you read his exhibit, was the Winter Soldier. Only now, he was Bucky Barnes. 

    Standing in a dark, heavy jacket, with a baseball cap covering his hair, you watched him read his own biography. You slowly took a step toward him, and that was when he noticed you. 

    A flash of recognition shone in his eyes as he clenched his jaw. You could tell he remembered you, if only a bit, by the way he turned to face you, instead of to run. 

    “Do you know me?”

    Your question was soft, and inviting. 

    After a moment of hesitation, he gave you a slow nod.

    “You worked with that guy... that important guy who always talked to me,” he muttered, eyes scanning the crowd behind you to see if anyone was listening.

    You nodded. “That’s right.”

    Slowly, you pulled something out of your pocket, and you saw his shoulders tense, so you put your free hand out in front of you.

    “It’s okay, I just...”

    Bucky’s eyes narrowed in on your hand, and recollection flooded his features as he realized what you held out to him.

    In your hand, yellow and crinkled, with a jagged, ripped edge and pencil parks along the sides, was a paper. The paper you had ripped out from your notepad, with three words in Russian sitting pretty in the middle.

    Bucky swallowed heavily, and took a step closer to you, blue eyes locking onto yours.

    “How did you know I’d be here?”

    You shrugged, giving him a small smile. “I had a pretty good guess.”

    He stayed silent, then looked over his shoulder, checking again. Just in case.

    “So,” he said quietly, “what now?”

    You smiled at him, folding the paper up neatly and putting it back in your pocket as you spoke.

    “I have a plan. Ever been to Bucharest?”



    - Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон. - Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car.

    - Успешный - Successful

    - Хлеб и курица. - Bread and chicken.

    - Дa. - Yes.

    - Устранение Ника Фьюри - Elimination of Nick Fury.

    - Без маски? - No mask?



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  • achaoticeternal
    29.11.2021 - 15 hours ago

    𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

    ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

    summary: centuries of denial, centuries of pining; there was a madness to this game that you and Druig played. a game that both of you had to win. slowburn enemies to lovers

    𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭

    the first meeting between the Asgardians and the Eternals. when you make your first ventures to Midgard, you meet a remarkable group called the Eternals. but one of them seems to be bothered by your existence.

    𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

    protection is a natural urge - a primal instinct. you vowed to Asgard, Druig vowed to arishem to protect these people. for the first time, you must do so together.

    𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝘀 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

    as the humans continue to advance, your visits become sparser with the responsibility of duty on your back. however, a short return to Midgard brings great consequences.

    𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟰

    centuries have passed with Heimdall reporting Midgard's progress to you, yet when Thor needs assistance, you must break a promise and return to Earth. yet what you left there, only catches up with you.

    𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟱

    with so many changes to the nine realms, you begin to take a more long-term residency on Earth with the Avengers. maybe a normal life is possible, or maybe you're just fooling yourself.

    𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟲

    as a caretaker of New Asgard after the events of infinity war, you begin to realize the value of time. who would you spend forever with?

    listen to the 'checkmate' playlist here

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