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Kiss - Chris Evans

Can you do a chris/reader one where they act in a marvel movie opposite each other and they like each other ALOT and then win the mtv award for the best kiss for the movie and the fans and cast asks them to kiss on the spot & they do &later they go on a date. Lots of fluff pls. If you can, smut too!! Love your work btw!

N/A: Ok, guys, I made up a character for (Y/N) because I just couldn’t get any other character and modifies it to use here… And once again I have to warn you that I’m not good with smut… But I hope you enjoy it.

(Masterlist)

You never dreamed that one day you would get such an important role, especially such an important role right in a Marvel movie. But there you were in the big screen wearing combat boots and a clothing style that you would never use on a daily basis. Your character was a powerful villain with huge powers of telepathy and telekinesis, becoming the biggest nightmare of  the Avengers. You made your own fight scenes and most of the scenes that required great heights also, using your skills of Kung Fu you felt really powerful on the movie screens. Then the scream of the crowd roused you from your thoughts, you automatically smiled and looked at huge event screen, facing one of the trailer’s scene.

“Come on, Rogers. I don’t have all day for this or reasons for accepting this invitation.” you saw yourself with long and dark purple hair, passing one hand on the chest of your screen partner, Chris Evans, as you smiled dangerously.

“Nyx, you saw the truth with your own eyes, you can redeem yourself.” the Captain held your hand, entwining your fingers, you stood for a moment shaken because you felt a strong connection with the man after being saved by him. “I can help you, doll.”

“No, you can’t.” you took your free hand to his face, pulling him to lean toward you and then kissed his lips tenderly, but soon the kiss changed with Steve wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, one hand ended up in your hair holding tight as the kiss became more aggressive and hungry. You moaned against his lips before suddenly open your eyes startled and then you let go of him using your powers, giving apprehensive steps back without looking away from him. “This is a goodbye, Rogers.”

You laughed sheepishly as you listened to the crowd shouting excitedly, your eyes going towards your co-workers, the famous avengers, all participating in the kiss celebration and making you blush and Chris smile wildly. You didn’t imagine that a simple kiss would have so much impact to the point of competing for the MTV Awards. So you took a few seconds to believe that you and Chris had won the best kiss award, and Chris had to literally pull you to the stage while you giggled as you tried to follow in his footsteps with your high heels. But when you two came close to the microphone, you slapped his hand to loosen yours and straightened your clothes, making a serious expression as you watched the crowd agitated around you.

“Alright! Alright! I thought my prize had been the kiss, but I was mistaken. Really, thank you for choosing us… Right, Nyx?“ Chris began his speech, entering into his character and making everyone go crazy, he laughed while watching your nervous gaze and shrugged, laughing even more when you started listening to the crowd and your fellow co-workers shout ‘kiss her’.

“Well, thank you for the award and…” you pulled the microphone to stay on your height and started to speak with your character Nyx’s voice, raising an eyebrow as you pointed your index finger in denial towards your group “Not a chance, that kiss was the goodbye one-”

Suddenly you were interruptedbeing pulled by Chris, who without notice stuck his lips on yours in a passionate and nothing cinematic kiss. You promptly wrapped his neck with your arms as Chris pulled you more against him by the waist, gently turning your body to tilt you down imitating those old kissing scenes and then pick you up in his arms, ending the kiss because both of you needed air. You smiled to each other ignoring the jubilant shouts of everybody, Chris turned his attention back to the microphone.

“Well, I think I’ll take this doll on a date… Maybe she accepts to be an Avenger later.” he said laughing before turning away and leaving the stage with you still in his arms.

A few days had passed and you hadn’t recovered from the kiss that Chris had given you, always smiling sheepishly when you reminded it, you were feeling in the clouds. It had been a long time since the Avengers movie was in theaters, with an excellent response from the public, then you were looking at some movie proposals to work. You were happy to be growing as an actress, but you were really happy when your phone vibrated and you saw who sent you a message.

‘Are you at home?’

‘Yes, Christopher Evans.’

‘You forgot my middle name Robert.’

You chuckled while reading his answer, imagining the kinds of expressions that he’d have done if he was answering you face to face. You felt your heart warm, remembering the days of recording that you two spent a long time talking and laughing during behind the scenes. You couldn’t deny that you had a crush on Chris Evans. He was simply one of the finest men, not by his appearance - something that others always repaired first, but by his wonderful personality. You loved his smile, the way he talked and cared about everyone around him. Dammit, you loved him. 

Leaving aside the papers on the coffee table, you rose from the couch and stretched, after reading for hours you were tired. You picked up the phone again to reply Chris’s message  when you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You went to the door distractedly while typing the message, opening the same as you raised your index finger of your free hand to ask the person to wait.

“Well, I’m looking kind of stupid standing at your door with a bouquet, you know.” you heard Chris’ amused voice, making you stop what you were doing and face him with flushed cheeks.

“I-I was answering you.” you scowled, but then smiled seeing him smiling and noticing how gorgeous he was. Chris handed you the bouquet of pink tulips and you smiled brightly accepting it. “Please come in, Mr. Christopher Robert Evans.”

“I’d love to come in and accept a cup of coffee, but I was thinking about our date.” he said with a shrug, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and slightly raising his eyebrows waiting for your answer.

“Our date? Oh, I need to change clothes…” you blushed again, nervous because you’ve forgotten the date but wondering if you really had agreed to something.

“You’re beautiful like this and your perfume’s delicious, just put your shoes and is perfect.” Chris smiled passing you confidence, looking at your navy blue dress and bare feet, he ended up biting his lower lip.

“Hm… Okay, wait a minute.”

You left the door open and ran to your room, trying to straighten up little but nothing that indicated you were anxious, pulled on one of your allstar and then picking up your bag you returned to where Chris was waiting for you. You left your building in silence, staring each other once or twice to exchange shy smiles. After a quick trip in Chris’ car, you found yourself at his house. Okay, you were alright, you were calm and at his house. And he said it was a date? You took a deep breath. You were so far from calm.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing you here… But I thought it would be less stressful and we could talk without worrying about paparazzi or something.“ Chris scratched his neck with a closed smile, as if reading your mind.

“It’s all right, Chris. I think you made the best choice.” you smiled more relaxed, leaving your purse on the coffee table and sitting on the couch he had indicated.

“So, what do you like to eat? Would you like a glass of water? Soda? Beer? Wine? Vodka?” he asked quickly, indicating the kitchen and walking up to half the hall but then coming back to hear your answer, making you raise an eyebrow and giggle. “What?”

“You’re nervous too or is it just me?" you got up from the couch, slowly walking up to him, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath and calm down first, grinning widely when you got close enough to stroke his beard. "I think we need to relax, because we go out together several times while shooting.”

“No, it’s different now.“ he shook his head and smiled shyly, taking his hand to yours that stroked his beard "And you’re feeling too, I can see in your eyes.”

You both were there in silence staring at each other, the light of the living room’s window slightly illuminating the hall and giving a calm air. But you could feel your heart beat faster and faster, every thought your mind formed and claimed about what you felt for that man standing there in front of you. And then something hit you in full, the realization that you had been through multiple steps without notice. The time he helped you cure your flu, when you took care of him while he had food poisoning, when emerged bad rumors about you, when he got injured during filming, the days off that you spent together eating and watching Disney movies or then going out with the rest of the team to drink… You grinned and blushed slightly when you noticed that Chris was bitting his lower lip to contain his own smile.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes alternating to face your lips and your eyes, without relying on your ability to say something smart at the moment, you just nodded slightly.

When you tried to take your hand from his face, he kept his hand on yours indicating to continue there and then grabbed your hips with both hands before sliding them over your back, keeping one in the middle of your back and the other in your neck. Chris stared at you for a moment with a loving smile before leaning to seal your lips in a slow and passionate kiss, but it didn’t take long to your back collide against the wall and have his body glued to yours. Chris’ lips moved away from yours, sliding down your neck with wet kisses and weak bites, tearing a heavy sigh from you and making you slightly pull his hair. You felt one of his hands wander around the side of your body to one of your thighs to then squeeze tightly and you didn’t think twice about picking up impulse to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Babe… I think it’s better we go slow.“ Chris whispered hoarsely into your ear, causing you chills and you just mumbled a little whimper. You heard Chris try to contain a grunt and felt him tighten against you, but then he took a deep breath and chuckled. "Sorry, little one, but I need to talk with you.”

“W-what do you mean?” you opened your eyes a little confused, blushing slightly as he put you on the floor and helped you straighten your dress, smiling when he noticed your flushed cheeks.

“I mean that, this here, us” he indicated with his hand both of you and smiled again, then using his hand to put a lock of hair behind your ear. Chris looked a little anxious, smiling with closed lips and clasping his eyebrows slightly before speaking again. “It’s more than a kiss and make out session for me. Damn, I had planned this in another way… But… Ugh, babe, you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend? Having to put up with my jokes?”

“Chris, you really are the knight on the white horse.“ you hugged him tight around his waist, burying your face in his chest. Chris promptly hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Huh? Wait, are you-”

“Of course I want to, silly! If you stop to think about it, I’ve done it for some time." You shrugged, raising your face to look at him with a smile from ear to ear and slightly flushed checks, which seemed impossible for you to control near him.

“Oh man, I’m the luckiest person in the world!” he laughed aloud, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground before returning to kiss your lips. Oh, no, you were the luckiest person in the world.

That’s the Wrong Sister (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

~~~

“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

~~~

The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

~~~

Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

~~~

You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

You and I

(gifs not mine)

so i wrote this about my last relationship.. i mean we dated a long time and one day he just decided to leave my life without a word but in this story bucky comes back to the reader but my ex-boyfriend didn’t, so i made this a little personal. i might make a second part that if someone wants another one or if this story does any good. ill try to make more. but request are open. feedback would be amazing!!

songs ; you and i by pvris and eyelids by pvris (recommend you listen to both songs to understand a point of view on how the reader feels)

I’ll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling

I can’t sleep That’s when you’re torn away from me

While I’m dreaming I feel you leaving.

You woke up startled by the bed constantly moving. Your head lifted off the pillow glancing to the clock it just hit 3 o’clock in the morning. As the movement continued you shifted to your side, bucky was having a nightmare, you sighed. You knew i was bad to wake him up, you knew he could hurt you before you could even think asking for help. But still, you still care. You’d wake him up, every time. You lifted your body on your elbow, your other hand flat against bucky’s chest. “Bucky it’s just a dream” you leaned over his body, your palms pressure stronger against his chest making his eyes snap open. His mental hand grabbed your wrist squeezing it too tightly “hey its okay its just me” you said you placed your free hand towards his face caressing it, making small circles on his cheek bucky let go of your wrist. “I’m sorry.. I-ii didn’t mean too” you hear bucky low but enough for you to hear. “It’s okay, you’re safe, your home” you said and his arms quickly made its way towards your waist pulling your body to his top as he laid on the bed again. Your arms hugged his sides and you pulled your head slightly, facing him. His eyes wandered over your features and he let out a sigh, almost a relieved sigh.”i love you so much Y/N” bucky said to you looking straight into your eyes, he said it like it was the last time he is ever going to see you.”i love you more bucky” you kissed him,the kiss was filled with sadness and happiness. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back giving you a kiss on your forehead. You buried your face in his neck falling back into your slumber.

The next morning you awoke stretching out your limbs, you placed your harm where bucky was suppose to be but you felt it was empty. You sat up and looked everywhere in the room and you had a feeling deep down something is not right. Then you notice all of bucky clothes is gone.your first thought was ‘maybe he had a mission?’ You questioned but shaking your head You got out of bed and open the bedroom only to find it was silent.

 “Bucky?” You called out waiting for a response. Nothing. You begin to walk towards the kitchen only to find no one was there. but a letter and breakfast made sitting on the table. You sat down and reach for the letter almost too scared to read what has been written in the letter but for your curiosity and worry you open the letter only to find there was 2 words, “i’m sorry” you started at the letter wondering why the 2 words and nothing else. With tears forming in your eyes you soon realized it all makes sense; the missing the clothes, the empty bed, the letter.Your heart ached, you have that heart dropping moment. He left you and he’s not coming back.

That was 2 years ago and you still remember it like it was yesterday. It was currently 7 o’clock when you were heading down to the bar to perform a cover song of your favorite band. You kept think after 2 years bucky would reach out to you but no calls, no texts, no nothing and you feel like he left you for someone else someone better than you. Steve would call to see if you’re okay but you would always say yeah and hang up. Once in awhile steve would knock but you acted like you weren’t home and waited til he left to continue what you were doing. To be honest you didn’t want to talk to steve or anyone that knew bucky, you were afraid to find out he’s with someone else.it almost killed you to think about bucky.

 “Earth to Y/N are you okay?” James the security guy said to you shaking you out of your thoughts. “Oh yeah i’m okay, just thinking” you lied, you just wanted to go home “oh c’mon i know you Y/N what’s going on?” He said giving you a little hug. James would always help you with set up to perform and most days when you were upset he’ll comfort you. He knew what happened between you and bucky but he wouldn’t bring in it unless you did, he knew how sensitive you were to the topic. “Just thinking about bucky that’s all..i miss him” you said looking at james, he gave you a sad smile “don’t think about it too much, now let’s prepare for your performance” he said grabbing your guitar and walking towards the stage. You looked around the bar it was pretty full but you kept looking hoping bucky would be here but no signed that he is here and you thought he wouldn’t even bother anyways. Moving your way towards the stage you grabbed your guitar and sat down with the mic in front of you. “I’ll be performing You and I by PVRIS” you said into the mic and everyone started to clap. And you started to song the first chorus;

“I know it’s warmer where you are And it’s safer by your side But right now I can’t be what you want Just give it time”

You sanged and you looked around and everyone seemed amazed by your voice, how gentle it sounded singing and you felt happy that everyone is enjoying your performance already. And the sadness you felt early was gone now cause you made many happy faces. You felt so alive singing to an actual audience that isn’t just your cat. Whenever you sing its like freedom to you, your peace in a destructive world. You always sing to bucky whenever he came back from a mission and he was the one that told you sing to people but you didn’t agree to sing to other people, you had a fear everyone would laugh at you but mostly stage fright. but now here you are been performing after 4 months since bucky left you, a way to cope from the empty feeling he left you.

“And if you and I Make it through the night And if you and I Can keep our love alive, we’ll fight”

You looked around and right before your eyes bucky and the whole avengers team sitting at a booth looking at you and smiling, you feel your chest tighten and your heart started to race, you stopped singing, you looked at bucky straight into his eyes for what felt like hours of staring, your mind started to think so you ran from the stage knowing everyone is now looking at you and wondering what happened. You needed air, it felt like the atmosphere in the bar was too much, you opened the back door and fell to the floor and you cried your heart out and you started to think. After 2 years he just know to show up ? with everyone?! God you wanted to hate him but you love him so much you couldn’t. 

“Y/N ?” you hear a man behind you called out but you knew it had to be him, it had to be bucky calling you out. So you turned and it was bucky with worried eyes and a sad faces looking at you trying to figure out what was wrong. “Bucky” you said looking at him angry and sadness started to build up. You stepped closer to him to have a better view of his face, dark circles surrounding his eyes, it looks like he hasn’t slept either or have shaven. You want to kiss him and slap him. You wanted to know why he left, why he left you and only saying ‘im sorry’. So many question you wanted to ask but it doesn’t anymore.”i haven’t seen you for 2 years?! And you just randomly show up to my performance?! Is this your way of saying sorry for leaving me out of the blue?” You said stepping closer to him so you could see his face expression, all you can see it was sadness and tiredness.

”look i know i know what i did was wrong but hear me out okay?” Bucky said looking at you for confirmation to continue to talk, “go on” you said shaking your head at him. “Okay so the day after i left i had a nightmare, and it was about HYDRA taking you and they killed you in front of me and i was so shaken up by it so when the morning came, i looked at you. God you always looked gorgeous sleeping so peaceful and gentle, i would hate myself if anything happened to you. So i took all my clothes and i wrote that card and left to live with Steve. And i told Steve to go check up on you and when you didn’t answer his calls or open up the door i just gave up after 2 years i thought you moved on until today Steve found out you were performing so i came to see you Y/N i love you okay and i want to be with you, im sorry for leaving..i should’ve talked to you” he said looking at you for forgiveness. You would always forgive how could you not ? you loved him and he loved you but you felt this time you shouldn’t forgive him, but you did cause you missed him . “bucky you were gone for 2 years, i cried myself to sleep, ive thought i wasn’t good enough. Jesus bucky i told you things, But gosh ive missed your presence at home and i miss your scent and i miss wearing your clothes” You had tears forming in your eyes. just looking at him made your chest feel likes someone is sitting on it and you cant breath, you dont even remember how to breath right. “I feel lightheaded bucky” you said putting your hand on your head and the other on bucky’s arm, you didn’t even get the chance to say another word when you collapsed to the ground.

As I lay dying Avengers x reader (slight bucky x reader)

Okay, I’m really sorry you guys, this one is sad… So be prepared for feels. But after this I promise it’ll be back to happy, cuteness okay? @arfrona Warning: Reader death, sickness and cancer. Prologue: You were always the one person with the happy, carefree look at life, brightening any atmosphere with a smile and laughter. With Tony Stark as your older brother, you used your upbeat personality against his snarkiness and jokes, let’s not mention the sarcasm. Besides his hard to get along with others personality, you got along with your brother, for the most part, He knew enough to stay away when you were angry, it might result in a WW3, and he was touchy about his stuff. After the Avengers had come to live with them in the tower, You’d befriended all of them, you were easy to talk to and always cheered them when they had a bad day. It didn’t take long and they were treating you like their own sister. You were happy and carefree, never dreaming of trouble and heartache on the horizon. About 4 months after Loki’s attack on New York, You started feeling ill, and exhausted all the time. On a whim, you went to the doctor, and after many medical procedures, They told you had stage 2 lung cancer, and it was spreading. They set up appointments right there to start chemotherapy. You’d left in shock and tears, wondering how to tell everyone. In the end, you didn’t have to, five days after you been told you had cancer, you’d been retrieving something from the kitchen and had gone into a coughing and wheezing fit, and in a state of panic, your world began to spin and you weren’t prepared for the bout of dizziness, falling to the floor, still coughing and wheezing, spitting up blood from your harsh coughs. Tony immediately took you down to one of the Shield doctors on hand, where they told you what you already knew. Tony had been devastated, hugging you and trying not to cry, it was one of the few times you’d seen him so emotional and caring. He called the rest of the Avengers into the medical bay where you were resting and told them the news, and then there was more crying and hugging, and after that, your whole world changed. 3 years later… You’d been through hell and back, staying strong through all the chemotherapy, which made you even more sick and your beautiful hair fall out. You didn’t like wigs, they were itchy and made you depressed about your missing hair, so you wore a bandana instead. Through all of it the Avengers had been there with you, taking to to chemotherapy sessions, taking care of you when you were sick, making sure you could breathe, there’d been several scares where you couldn’t breathe or stopped breathing. Because of this, a tank of oxygen and a breathing tube became your best friends. After 2 years, you went into remission from it, and though you still had the oxygen tank and breathing tube, along with some of the original symptoms, you didn’t have to take chemotherapy, much to your relief. You stayed at Avengers Tower and your hair grew back, now a short, sort of pixie style, until it grew out fully. Now, after the big fight with Ultron, everyone was at the new Avenger base, in Upstate New York. You stayed there during the week and stayed at Avengers Tower on the weekends with Tony, who still fussed over you like a mother hen. Life was good, and you intended to enjoy it. Your P.O.V. It’d been a long day for you, helping Natasha out with the new recruits, you couldn’t fight, but something was better than sitting around being useless all day, and you did simple exercises and physical therapy. You’d lost a lot of weight and been so sick and you wanted to try and get back into shape. You felt tired and your coughs were stronger than usual, you figured they were just from exercising so much so you brushed it off and went to bed. About the middle of the night, your breathing became heavier and your coughs got worse. You curled up in your bed, pushing away the sheets as you try to breathe, You take deep breathes trying to alert Friday, whom Tony had installed at the base, to get help. “Friday… *gasp* g-get… help” You say, coughing as you taste blood. You close your eyes, “please, oh please don’t let this be a relapse” you think as you hear your door being opened and footsteps running towards you. “(Y/n)…” Steve said immediately picking you up and rushing you down the hall, down to the Shield medical ward. Natasha and the others met up with you and followed you there. As You began to drift in and out of consciousness, you could hear Steve shouting at the doctors and nurses and you left warm arms and were set on a gurney, there was more shouting and commotion, You breathes got heavier and the world around you was spinning and muffled, you couldn’t understand what was going on. An oxygen mask was placed over your face, somewhere far away someone called your name and then the world went black. When you woke up, Natasha was sitting next to you, and as you tried to sit up, She pushed you gently back onto the hospital bed. “Whoa there, take it easy” Natasha said “Nat… What happened? Did I relapse?” You ask, your voice hoarse from not being used. Natasha sighed and didn’t say anything, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “I’m sorry (Y/n), the doctors…” She was interrupted by the sound of your brother’s voice. “Where is she? Where’s (Y/n)?” His panicked voice floated down the hall, and the door opened and Tony was at your side in an instant. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry I wasn’t here, I got here as soon as I heard” Tony said fussing over you. “Tony, stop…” You say pulling his hand away as you cough harshly.  “(Y/n)? What’s the matter?” He asked looking between you and Natasha “Did I miss something?” He asks as a doctor enters the room carrying a clipboard. “Mr.Stark, I would sit down” She said, he gave her an odd look but did so. “(Y/n), I regret to inform you, but your cancer has returned, and it’s stronger and spreading  faster, it’s at stage 3” She said and then you broke down into tears, it hurt to hear it. Tony was holding you hand and choking back tears, it was happening all over again, only worse this time. You sat there and cried for a while before Nat left to tell the others. Tony turned to you, “(Y/n), you’re going to get through this, everything’s going to be okay” Tony said and you nod, but deep inside you knew you wouldn’t. After you were released from Shield medical bay, you were kept close tabs on by Friday, as well as the other Avengers when Tony wasn’t around and had to stay on the communal or your own floors to minimize your stress level, You could go outside or into the city but someone had to go with you. The week after you found out, you began chemotherapy again, shaving your head not long after your first treatment, donning a bandana to cover your bare head. The dose was stronger this time and it made you even more sick. You slept a lot and didn’t do much, even just walking up or down the stairs was exhausting. On top of that, you were constantly coughing and wheezing, along with a fever, more weight loss, and a constant chest pain that left you feeling worse for wear. About two months in, Sam and Steve found Bucky Barnes, Steve’s long lost best friend. He’d been brought to the base and put in rehabilitation and therapy, He had frequent nightmares and You woken up every so often by his screams. Tony had warned You to stay away, he didn’t want you to get hurt by Bucky, and had a talking to with Steve about him keeping Bucky away from you. One day, after you’d returned from a chemotherapy session, You’d thrown up several times and were laid out on the couch in the living room, a bucket and a glass of water beside you, along with your oxygen tank and Your body was covered in a thick, warm blanket. You were alone for the rest of the day, everyone was called out for a mission, but Maria, Jane, Darcy and if all else failed, Nick Fury himself were on call if you needed it. You lay there resting until you heard someone come in. Confused, you opened your eyes to find Bucky standing there, looking at you. You look up at him and decide to ignore your brother’s warnings, He looked tired and worn out. Not at all like an assassin. “Hi” You say waving your fingers at him, your hand felt too heavy to lift. “Hey…” He mumbled in reply and looked like he was about to leave when a wave of nausea hit you and you quickly grabbed the bucket next to you and hurled what was left in your stomach, which wasn’t much, and sat there dry heaving in front of Bucky. When it was finally over, You shakily stood up, pushing your sweaty hair out your face. You surprised to be gently pushed back and looked up to find Bucky kneeling next to you. “Let me” He said taking the bucket from your shaking hands and was gone before you could protest. He returned not long after with a clean bucket and two wet washrags. He wiped your face with one and placing the other on your feverish forehead, you supposed his instincts from taking care of Steve were kicking in. “Thank you” you whisper, grasping the glass of water and taking small sips as he nods. “I was going to watch a movie, would you like to join me?” You ask and he nods again. You pat the space next to you in the couch, and he sits, still tense and wary, though tiredness shown in his eyes. You decide on Tarzan and settle into the couch, your eyes glancing over to Bucky every so often. He was watching the movie with great interest and almost intensity like he can’t look away and he needs to remember every single bit of it. After the movie is over, You decide to try something. You sit up with some difficulty and scoot over to Bucky who was tapping his foot to the end credits music. You take his metal hand and he looks up, almost startled, but you continue, keeping eye contact with him as You slowly open his fist with your fingers and spread your hands together, palms flat, like Tarzan and Jane did in the movie. Bucky looks from you and your connected hands and gives the faintest of smiles. After that moment, every time everyone was gone whether on a mission or something else, You and Bucky would watch Disney movies together, swearing Friday to secrecy. About a month after this had been happening, all the Avengers were out on another mission and you’d been feeling especially sick, You and Bucky decided to watch The Fox and the Hound snuggled up on the couch. Since the first movie, you’d developed a special, delicate bond, using the Jane and Tarzan hands as greeting and farewell. Currently, You sat snuggled up on the couch, Your head on his shoulder, legs draped over his lap. You were exhausted and felt especially sick, and a movie with Bucky always helped. You laughed and smiled at the cute movie, watching sadly as the Widow Tweed said goodbye to Tod and the two friends were torn apart. Bucky seemed to be especially emotional, watching with sad eyes and remorse as they promise to be friends forever, no matter what and when Copper defends Tod from his owner Slade. You hugged him, understanding that it was hard for him, with Steve and his mixed up memories. After the movie ended, You fell asleep together on the couch, too tired to remember to keep it a secret. You woke up to the sound of Tony’s angry voice and Steve’s calm and reassuring one, Bucky’s arms pulled your body close to him and you snuggle into him, breathing in his scent. Opening your eyes, You found Tony and Steve in front of you, Tony looked angry and Steve looked confused and trying to keep the peace. “(Y/n), what are you doing? I thought I told you to stay away from him!” Tony said obviously angered that you’d disobeyed. “Tony, leave her alone, Bucky hasn’t done anything wrong” Steve tried to reason. They started to argue. You looked up at Bucky, who was still holding you close, a look of fear and protectiveness on his face. You give him a small reassuring smile, tucking back a piece of hair that fell out of his ponytail before turning to your brother and Steve. “Stop it, both of you, this was my choice, it makes me feel a little better, especially when I feel sick, in the past month-” “Month?!” Tony practically shrieked “Shush, let me finish, in the past month, Bucky has taken care of me when I was sick when everyone was gone, he watched movies with me and cheered me up. No harm has come to me, in fact, I think watching Disney movies calms him down. He needs a break too, he barely gets any sleep from his nightmares. When he’s with me, he usually falls asleep after and not once has he had a nightmare” You explain, taking a deep breath, talking a lot winded you. “But why are you in his lap? And why him?” Tony asked still obviously ticked off. “Because, I need and want comfort Tony, I’m sick if you haven’t noticed, I want comfort after I’ve been puking and running a fever, You wouldn’t know, You’re never around anymore! I’m with Bucky because he’s the only one around that seems to understand my pain and that I’m sick and need to be cared for. I don’t see you around when I’m throwing up after chemotherapy, which, by the way, is worse than the first time” You say taking a deep breath after your rant, obviously still winded and stressed. “(Y/n), I’m Iron Man, and Tony Stark, I can’t spend all my time with you, I’m busy” He replied trying to make a point, but You just shake your head at him, turning away. “Tony, you need to spend more time with your sister, she needs you” Steve said “Oh, like you know anything” Tony retorted and they started bickering again. You lay your head tiredly on Bucky’s shoulder, it was no use, your brother would never understand. Bucky stroked your cheek with his hand, and you looked up at him, flashing a small smile, he was still here for you at least. As you listen to the two argue, you feel a tightening in your chest, and it becomes harder for you to breath. You grip Bucky’s shirt, as your vision swims from dizziness. “Bucky, something’s wrong” You whisper and a look of worry, almost fear, crosses his features and He stands up abruptly, starting into a run as Your breaths become more labored. You can hear Tony and Steve behind you, yelling, footsteps pounding in your ears. Your world fades in and out as Bucky enters the medical bay, shouting for help, and You’re laid out on a gurney. In your dizziness, You reach for Bucky’s metal hand, spreading your hands flat, against each other before You’re taken away and your world fades to black again. This time when you woke up, You were hooked up to a lot of machines, needles poked into your body. You had oxygen tubes still, and you felt too weak to even push yourself up from the bed. Everything hurt, you’d never felt more sick in your life. The door opened and your doctor entered, slowly approaching you. “(Y/n), I’m regret to tell you this, but You’re at stage four, it’s spread at such an alarming pace, faster than we anticipated. There’s too much cancer, and no amount of radiation or chemotherapy will help. You have very little time left, the best we can do is make you comfortable as possible” She told you and You nodded slowly, too numb to react. She left and Tony entered not soon after, carrying flowers. “(Y/n)… I’m sorry… for everything” Tony said setting down the flowers and hugging you close. “It’s okay Tony… It’s not your fault” You say coughing as He lets go. He pulls up a chair next to you, taking your hand a sad look on his face. “Hey, it’ll be okay” You say quietly giving him a small smile, and He smiled back. You spent the rest of the day with Tony, talking and remembering, keeping your minds off of what was close at hand.   Over the next couple days, everyone came in and visited, all the Avengers, Maria and Fury, Pepper and Happy, everyone, except Bucky. Tony wouldn’t let him in, and when you heard you made a big fuss. “Tony, let him in, I don’t care if you don’t like him, I do, he’s my friend, now let him in or so help me I will pull out all my needles and walk out there and see him” You threaten as much as a deathly sick cancer patient could muster. “But (Y/n)…” Tony protested “Let. Him. In.” You say as you attempt to push yourself off the bed. “Okay, okay, I’ll go get him” Tony said with a huff of annoyance. You smile, You’d won the battle. Bucky entered soon after, he looked exhausted and there were dark bags under his eyes. He looked nervous and stood at the edge of your bed, avoiding eye contact, You supposed he was wary, You looked and felt more sick than ever. “Tony, can you leave us alone?” You ask and He looks like he’s about to protest but you stop him, “Please Tony?” “Fine, but no funny business” He said before leaving. You ignore him and turn to Bucky. “C’mere” You say and He walks over to you sitting down in the chair next to your bed. You take your hand and press it against his metal one, spreading them until they were flat against one another. “You’re going to die?” He asked and You nod, clasping your fingers with his. “I don’t want to leave you, but I have to go, it’s a part of life” You say and He nods. “I won’t be sick anymore, and I’ve been sick for awhile” You said looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I wish you could get better” Bucky said sadly, and you take his hand and kiss it gently. “Promise me, when I’m gone, You’ll keep watching movies, have Steve watch them with you… I’m sure he’d like that, I know it won’t be the same, but you’re not alone” You tell him, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “Okay, I will, I promise” He said “Good, now, do you want to watch Tarzan with me one last time?” You ask and he nods eagerly. So you spend your last day together watching Tarzan and relaxing, Bucky looked like he hadn’t slept in days.  As the movie ends, You’re both drowsy, so Bucky flattens his hand on yours, metal against skin, spreading your hands in goodbye before kissing your cheek gently and leaving the room. As you drift off to sleep, you’re surrounded by darkness, then a light appears and You’re pulled into it, and then the pain and sickness is gone. Epilogue: You died that night, in your sleep after a long, painful battle with cancer. You’d fought the good fight and now you were no longer in pain or suffering. Your funeral was held on a beautiful spring day, not a cloud in the sky. You were buried next to Your deceased parents, with an overwhelming amount of flowers on your grave. There wasn’t a dry eye during the service or at the cemetery. True to his promise, Bucky began watching movies with Steve, or anyone who was willing. Tony had a memorial wall built in your honor with pictures and videos. The Avengers as a whole started a Cancer foundation to help families who couldn’t afford to pay for chemotherapy and hospital expenses. Their lives went on without you, but they carried you in their hearts, memories of all the good and bad times together, you’d always be there with them. You were physically gone, but you lived on the hearts of those who love you.                              In loving memory of Carol G.

Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Summary:You, Steve and Natasha reach your old military base on New Jersey and someone from your past returns

Genre: Angst, Some fluff

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: Why do I even put a Disclaimer if say the same things??

A/N: Oh god I have a test in Ancient Greek tommorow.. Wish me luck…

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You were outside of the base while memories of you, Steve, Bucky, Peggy and Howard came to your mind. How you and Steve used to run before the serum and colonel Philips screaming at you both for being late. Steve had the same thoughts too. But he didn’t think of chester yelling, but you. How every time you were sparkling and looked beautiful, your kindness and heart of gold. That’s the woman he fell for. And now, she’s his. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Seeing your faces was enough for her to understand what you were feeling right now.

“Wait, that building. Steve, I think it’s not in the right place..” He nodded and broke the lock pushing the door open. Many old computers were there. In the wall hung pictures of your friends in the army. You moved next to a library that seemed weird to all of you. “If you’re already in a secret base, why do you hide the elevator?” He said and you helped him push open the leaves of the library.

The secret floor had some some computers. The same as the others from upstairs but bigger. In the middle, next to the bigger computer, a new-technology usb port made Natasha get more interested. She plugged the flash drive into the port. The screen turned on and it wrote a message “Initiate system?”

“Yes” Natasha typed. The camera started moving and analyzing your faces. It stopped at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, born 1918. Y/N Barnes, born 1918. Natalia Romanoff, born 1984.” The man in the computer had a very familiar voice.

“Zola.” You and Steve exchanged a look.

“You know that thing?”

“Before Captain Rogers and future mrs. Rogers here didn’t send me to jail I was a human like you madam. In 1972 I got diagnosed and science couldn’t save my body but, my mind was worth saving under two hundred thousand feet of data banks. And now, you’re standing on my brain. ” The machine said and the picture of Arnim Zola appeared.

“What the-?” You said and looked to the ground taking some steps closer to Steve. “But, HYDRA died with the red skull. How can it be possible to exist?”

“Cut off one head two more shall take it’s place” Steve rolled his eyes at the usual Hydra’s moto.

“Prove it” Natasha commanded and he showed a display of the redskull, some battles of the hollowing commandos, Captain America and you, Mrs. America. Then it showed SHIELD’s beginning. He showed how HYDRA killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it to look like a car accident.

“We won, Captain Rogers and Barnes, your deaths amounts to the same as your life. Zero sums.“ Steve clenched his fist and punched the screen

“What does the flash drive contains?” Natasha questioned your old enemy.

“Project insight requirs insight so I wrote an algorithm. “

” What does it do?“

“Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors behind you started closing and you threw your shield but it didn’t close.

“Guys, a missile is on the way..” Natasha said.

“Who fired it?”

“Shield” You had only thirty seconds. Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled the three of you in a hole, using your shields to protect the three of you. You were screaming from the pain and soon enough, everything around you turned black. Steve got away the heavy rocks from you and Natasha and pulled you to the surface.

“Y/N?Baby, are you alright?” You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my god I was so scared.” You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine… Did you got hurt? Natasha?” He nodded and picked Natasha up.

“She is breathing luckily. We have to find a safe place..” As you made sure that noone else was there you walked to the woods.

“I don’t get it? What did Zola meant with that algorithm?”

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out. You sure that you’re alright? Babe you look a bit pale..”

“I’m fine, Stevie. Don’t worry about me.” The truth is, you were scared. Not scared about getting yourself hurt or anything.. You were scared what if Steve or Natasha could get hurt or you can’t save the earth again. But also, you were worried about something else.. Something inside of you.. “I’m not in fire, so yeah. I’m fine.” He smiled to you kissed your cheek. Natasha started opening her eyes. “Hey sleeping beauty. Are you ok?” She nodded and stood on her feet.

“Where are we going?”

“At a friend’s” Five minutes later the three of you reached an apartment not far from the city center. Steve knocked the door and that guy that Steve was chatting with when he was jogging opened the door. “We’re sorry we just needed a place. Everybody is trying to kill us.”

“Not everyone” Sam said and offered you to come in. His house wasn’t big enough. He had a small living room detached with the cuisine and two small bedrooms. Each one had it’s own bathroom. It was a joyful place though. The windows were big enough and plenty of light was entering the home and made you feel warmth. After you showered you moved to the kitchen and sat next to Steve.

“We’re sorry if we’re disturbing you Sam, but shield is after us.” You said with an apologetic and sad look on your face but Sam smiled at you to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, It’s nice I have Captain America, Mrs. America and Black Widow in my apartment. It’ll be my pleasure to help you guys.” You gave him a side-smile. “But seriously now, what happened with them?”

“Hydra was growing into SHIELD this hole years. They killed Nick Fury and they are hunting us. You said you were a pilot right?“

“Well not exactly..” He handed Steve a folder with some pictures and articles. Sam Wilson wasn’t a simple pilot. He had a suit with wings. The name was Falcon.

“We can’t ask you to do that..”

“Dude, Mrs and Captain America wants my help I’d be more than happy to help them “ He smiled and the four of you headed out to the door.

Flash foward to the bridge’s incidents

You were in the backseats next to Sitwell. You were moving him to a secret location so he can tell you more about Hydra. Sam was driving and Steve was next to him, sometimes turning his head to you, to see if you’re alright. You nearly screamed when an arm, metal arm popped into the car, dragging Sitwell out and throwing him off the bridge. Natasha grabbed her gun and shooted. The winter soldier stole Sam’s steering wheel and he lost car’s control.

You grabbed Natasha and kicked the door with your shield dragging her out with you. Steve did the same with Sam. Three black cars appeared and Hydra men came out. The winter soldier shot a rocket and Steve pushed you so it could hit his shield. He fell of the bridge. You stopped time to kill some of the men but it was late to take the winter soldier down. He came towards you and you kicked his knee, and backflipped so he couldn’t get any closer. You fought some minutes before he kicked and punched you causing to fell off the bridge too, causing you to fell with your back. “Shit” you mumbled as you noticed the pool of blood around you. With all your strength you stood up and grabbed the black Thompson gun next to the dead agent. You fired and killed the man that tried to shoot at Steve. He ran to you when he noticed the pool of blood which matched your back.

“Y/N! Are you alright baby? Please tell me that you’re alright.” You shook your head and he gave you a quick hug. “Thank God.” You wanted that moment to last longer but you noticed Nat fighting with the winter soldier, but getting shot. He was ready to kill her but you and Steve joined the fight before he could.

After some minutes of constantly punching, kicking Steve threw a kick on his face causing the mask to slip. The man stood there looking at you. You looked at him in shock, not beliving who he was. “Bucky?” Steve asked but he remained silent for some seconds.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky said and Sam caused an explosion which Bucky found a good feint and left. You looked at the ground. Brock Rumlow and his team came, pointing guns at all of you.

“Fell on your knees, hands up!” He screamed as his men pushed the gun on your temple. “Not here!” He yell when he saw the helicopter on the sky. They locked you, Steve, Natasha and Sam to the back of one of their cells with two Hydra agents to look after you.

“It’s all my fault..” You whispered as hot tears fell down your face. “I couldn’t save him and they did that to him.”

“Sweetheart it’s not your fault. We talked about this many times before. So please don’t blame yourself for something you’re not culpable of.“ You shook your head.

“Y/N, I wasn’t there when he fell, but I know that’s not your fault.” Natasha tried to reassure you but then you noted the blood on her shoulder.

“She needs some medic care. She lost much blood, she will die in here if we don’t do anything.” The agent on the door pulled two electrical sticks of her suit. She sticked them to the man next to her and kicked him at his face.

“This thing was squeezing my brain..” Maria said as she pulled the helmet out. “Who the hell is this guy?”

Gravity

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Gravity

Prompt: Can I please have a Bucky x Reader? The reader lives in a small town in Oregon and is totally the stereotype. And whatever you do with it is cool. Idk I live here and love it and yeah haha thank you so much!

Warnings: I am still suffering from Gravity Falls feels. Forgive me.

It was summer. And while you wished you were off on some tropical island, your parents had shipped you off to work in your great-uncle’s shop in a small town in Oregon. It was boring. Every day was the same as the last. You watched as helpless tourist after tourist stumbled into the tourist-trap-town. Well, until one day.

The day had started as normal. You were sitting behind the register, flipping through a magazine during one of the slowest hours of the day.

“Ugh,” You set down the magazine and pulled out your phone, forgetting for a moment that the shop didn’t seem to have any cell service. It was a real problem. And until you went back to New York, where your parents lived, you had patchy service and more bug bites than you could count.

“Something wrong, kiddo?” asked your great-uncle Dan. He was dressed up in his usual uniform, a suit and tie with his lucky 8-ball cane.

“The cell service is out again.” You complained. “How am I supposed to text my friends if I can’t even get a bar?”

“I’ll see what I can do about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, why don’t you restock the vending machine and fold some t-shirts and then maybe it’ll be fixed.”

“Sure, whatever,” you grumbled.

You got out from behind the counter and grabbed the box of chip bags stashed back there. You used a key from the ring hooked to your belt loop and unlocked the vending machine. It only took a few minutes to restock the machine. After that, you folded t-shirts and set them on the stacks of shirts in the middle of the store.

The little bell over the door rang, signaling that you had to resume your post behind the desk. You trudged over and sat on the stool as a man walked in.

He was tall, muscular, his chin covered in stubble. He was wearing a red flannel, worn out jeans, and brown work boots. You caught a glint of metal peeking out from beneath his sleeve. Tufts of brown hair stuck out of his baseball cap, and he looked to you with soulful blue eyes.

You watched as he walked around the shop, picking up a few things and making his way over to the counter to check out. You rang up his things: a t-shirt, a keychain, a new baseball cap, a flashlight, and some other things.

“What brings you to our sleepy little town?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He smiled a little, shyly.

“I, uh, I’m looking for a girl named (Y/N),” he said. Your heart raced. Shit. He knew.

“Why?” You asked, subtly hiding your nametag by zipping up your hoody. “Did she do something wrong?”

“No, uh, she just…she’s special. We need her.”

“How did you find me?” You asked, defensively. Your expression hardened. “And who are you with?”

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N),” he stated in disbelief, looking you over. “I expected someone…”

“Older? Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“My name is Bucky. Your great-uncle is the son of my friend.”

“Hey kid, is everything okay in here?” asked Grunkle Dan, walking back into the store. He eyed the stranger. “Well I’ll be darned. Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes. I’ve been waiting for you for a while, pal.”

“Grunkle Dan, what’s happening? Who is this?”

“(Y/N), this is Bucky. He’s going to take you somewhere safe. Did you pack your duffle bag like I told you to?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Take it and go. I’ll see you soon, kiddo.” he said quickly.

You grabbed your bag from behind the counter and reluctantly followed Bucky out the door. He opened the passenger door of a shiny black pick-up truck and helped you into the seat. He slammed the door shut before walking around the side of the truck and hopping into the driver’s seat. He started down the old dirt roads.

“I know it’s kind of a bit late for introductions, but…I’m James. Everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, a bit scared. You had no idea what was happening. Mere minutes earlier you had been a Gifted working in a gift shop. Now, you didn’t know what was happening.

“You don’t have to be scared, (Y/N). I won’t let anyone hurt you.” he paused. “But to answer your question, we’re going to upstate New York. I have a friend that’d like to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

Surprise...?

Based on Anonymous Prompt from Drabble Games: OMG. I think 73 would be perfect (replace CIA w/ hydra or shield I guess) if you’re up to doing it. Idc who with. You’re work is amazing btw and almost all of your Steve fics have me melting 😍

My parents dad thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA S.H.I.E.L.D. so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it

A/N: OH MY GOSH I am so sorry this took me literally forever.  I filmed this week (and it went really well!) and then I was a little busy during the week and then I had severe writer’s block and I can give you a whole string of excuses but here it is (finally) and I am so, so sorry.  I’ll do my best to post at least one story every day until all the requests are filled (although don’t let this stop you from sending one in).

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“It’s not funny, Steve,” you whine, struggling to keep a straight face.

“I don’t know, (Y/N).  I think it’s pretty damn funny.”

“Language,” you mutter.  Steve shakes his head.

“(Y/N), this is hilarious,” he laughs and you can’t help but giggle.  You love his laugh.  It’s absolutely infectious and entirely genuine and it’s one of the many things you love about your husband. 

“It’s really not,” you reply.  “He’s gonna kill me.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he replies, his laughter finally starting to die out.

“My dad is gonna kill me,” you moan.  “Like, it’s bad enough that I lied to him about working for an insurance company, but now…the fact that I’m not only dating you, but have been secretly married to you for five years?  I’ll be lucky if I’m not disowned.”

“Why not just tell him we just started dating?” Steve suggests, and you can see that he’s on the verge of laughing.  “And then in a year, we can have a second, fake wedding.  And then you don’t have to tell him you work for S.H.I.E.L.D.”  You shake your head.

“First,” you say.  “We don’t want to have another wedding.  Because my dad will go crazy.  Fireworks, ice sculptures, doves, you name it, he’ll want it for the wedding.  Second, the minute he sees you, he’ll know that we must have met through S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Tell him we met online,” he suggests and you snort.  

“‘Yes, Dad,’” you say mockingly.  “‘This is Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.  I met him on eHarmony.’”

“I met you when I came to purchase insurance.”

“I’m pretty sure no company insures superheroes.”

“I ran into you at the coffee shop.”

“Since when do you have time to go get coffee?”

“Do you have a better solution?”

“Tell him the truth and pray to the gods of Asgard that he’s not too angry.”  Steve nods and looks at you curiously.

“Why now?” Steve asks.

“What do you mean?” you reply.

“Why are you finally coming clean to him now?” 

You look up at Steve and take a deep breath.  You reach into your pocket and pull out a small, folded piece of paper.  You hand it to him and watch as he unfolds it, his face slowly stretching into a smile.

“I figured he should know who the father of his grandkid is,” you beam.  

Steve looks at you with a look of pure happiness on his face.  He pulls you into a giant hug and kisses you gently.  

“Well, I think I can face any scary father-in-law now.”

-

You reach the restaurant where you’re meeting your dad.  Steve helps you out of the car, slipping his hand into yours as you walk inside.

You take a deep breath and decide it’s time to drop the second half of the bombshell.

“Steve, there’s something you should know,” you say as the waiter escorts you to the table.

“What is it?” Steve smiles and you savor the look on his face.  It might be the last time you see it tonight.

“My dad…he’s-”

“Steve?” 

You look up at find your father, Tony Stark, sitting at a table, a look of complete and utter shock on his face.

“Tony?”

An awkward, uncomfortable grin spreads across your face as both men turn to glare at you.

“Surprise…?”

Meet me tomorrow

A/N: Alright, this is one shot requested by anon, thank you :) Right now it’s just a one shot, but if you will like it, I can write another chapter or more. Just let me know. :)  Takes time probably before Thor first movie or somewhere around beginning, since Loki here is still that innocent boy he used to be. Gif is not mine.  

Imagine living on Asgard and being simple, shy girl. One day you catch Loki’s attention, just because you are as different as he is. 

Oh, why me? Please, why me? You lamented in your mind, walking through the room in palace, among a heap of people, most of them drunk. They were celebrating another success in battle but you’ve never been interested in.. well, this.  You were quietly looking for your father, trying not to draw attention. After a while you found him, with his head on  the table and probably sleeping. You rushed towards him, shaking his shoulder. “Dad. Daddy. Father!” you raised your voice and he quickly moved up his head. “What-..what..is going on, sweetheart?” “It’s really late, mother asked me to bring you home. So please do not make it worse than it has to be. Come with me,” you tried to convince him, since he looked like he wanted to lie on the table again. “Wait a minute, Y/N. Just give me a second,” he murmured and you sighed, then sat beside him into the corner. “Alright, a minute. Then we are going home,” you replied and leaned against a wall. You went quiet and looked around. When you saw your neighbour, a girl not much older than you, sitting on Fandral’s lap and laughing, you just raised your eyebrows and looked away. There was a really loud older prince with his friends and women who acted just like your neighbour. But then someone else caught your attention - younger prince Loki, who quietly with his eyebrows furrowed, read his book, between all this mess and loud people. But it didn’t seem to bother him at all. You tilted your head to the side and smile formed on your lips. He was unlike everyone else in the room. Calm, quiet and sober. You watched the way one black lock of his hair fell across his forehead and then his pale fingers put it back on place. You slid your gaze lower on his book and after a while of looking, you recognized you already read this one. When you returned your sight back on his face, your heart skipped a beat since his eyes were set right on you and he looked amused. You quickly looked away, feeling heat on your cheeks. You nervously bit your lip before shaking your father’s shoulder again. “Dad, come on wake up. We need to go,” and walk past both princes so let’s get over it as fast as we can, daddy. “Let’s go then,” he mumbled and got up. You quickly caught up his elbow to prevent him from falling and then you lead him further. Your cheeks burned again, knowing you were with every step closer to prince Loki, from whom you couldn’t take your eyes off just a few minutes ago and he saw it. “Something caught your eye, lady.. what is your name?” You heard prince’s smooth voice and you closed your eyes. Why me? Oh, why me again? You turned to him and met his playful eyes and amused smile. “My name is Y/N, your highness,” you bowed down your head and took a deep breath, “and I.. well, I just.. I’ve read the same book,” you replied finally. “Really? And what did you learn from it?” he asked, looking like he was truly having fun. You bit your lip again, not so sure how to answer. “I do not wish to take you a chance to learn it yourself, my prince,” you replied with a small smile and he laughed. “You are clever, lady.. Y/N,” he added after a short pause. The way his voice gracefuly played with syllables of your name made you shiver, “May I accompany you? It seems you need a little help,” he pointed at your father, who was now leaning against the table. You slightly nodded. Loki got up from his seat and while you lead your father out of the room again, you felt touch of his fingers on your waist for a moment. Then he took your father’s shoulder on the other side. Just when you were about to tell him he should not do this, he spoke frist. “So tell me, do you always read books or you just read this one?” You felt his gaze on you while walking under the sky full of stars, but you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t help your smile. No man ever wanted to talk with you about reading books. Except him. “I always do it. All the time. Father says that no one is going to pay me for reading books so I better find something else to do but I just can not help it.” “Me either,” he replied and you looked at him. With that simple answer you felt like you could tell him everything you wanted to talk about but no one was ever interested, “I am learner and magician rather than.. warrior.” “Now, that is truly..” “..strange?” “Special. I think it’s special.” You kept looking into his eyes, smiling a little. You kept watching his handsome face and graceful moves. “We are nearly home, so.. thank you for your help and company, your highness,” you said and he smiled again. “Just Loki, please. And, my lady, if I may ask you, meet me tomorrow after lunch right on this place,” he pointed at the tree, a few meters behind you, “if you want. I have something I am dying to show you.” You kept looking at him, even when your father started mumbling something again. Is the prince really asking me to meet him again? “And what is it?” you asked, walking towards your home and leading your dad the right way. “A surprise. Will you come?” This must be a dream. “Gladly,” you answered making him smile. Then he turned over and walked back towards the palace. That night you didn’t sleep a single minute.

Freaks

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Summary: Your abilities as a half Frost Giant terrify you, but you soon find out you’re not the only freak on Asgard.

A/N: I’ll hopefully get a couple more fics posted today, one will possibly be a second part to I Think We’re Gonna Like It Here. Also, thank you to @slutamores for requesting this, hope you like it :)

(Not my gif)

You stared down at your shaking hands, trying to stop the tears splashing into your open palms. You were a freak, a monster. Those were the only thoughts going through your distraught mind as you glared at your icy blue skin, willing it to fade back to its usual colour. Curiously, you reached out and touched a flower growing nearby. You gasped in horror as it froze and wilted before your eyes. This garden had always been a safe haven for you; when you couldn’t control your powers, you could hide away from the rest of Asgard until you were in control again. Your mother had never seen fit to tell you that you were half Frost Giant, apparently “it didn’t change who you were”. You snorted in disbelief as you recalled her words; in your opinion, if it turned your skin blue and your eyes fiery red, it definitely changed who you were. You froze in fear as you heard the gate to the garden creak open. You prayed that it was just the wind, but there was no wind. You made to pull the sleeves of your dress over your hands to hide your frosty blue complexion, but you were relieved to see that it had faded away. “(Y/N)?” came a familiar voice from round the corner. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you got to your feet and walked slowly to where you’d heard the voice calling from. “Loki,” you greeted your friend. “I didn’t know you were coming here.” The raven haired prince’s thin lips formed a frown as he studied your face. “I saw you running from the great hall. I was worried about you.” You twisted your fingers together nervously. “As you can see, I’m fine.” He chuckled quietly. “(Y/N), you can’t lie to me. You can’t beat me at my own game.” He reached out slowly and took your hand in his. You watched in horror, expecting your touch to hurt and freeze his pale skin. He tilted his head to the side curiously. “(Y/N), please tell me what troubles you,” he whispered. “I hate seeing you upset.” At his words, your mask crumbled. Tears welled in your eyes, and you snatched your hand from his grasp. “I’m a freak, a monster,” you whispered. “Look.” You held your palm up to face him, and concentrated with all your power to change your skin. You felt the familiar icy burn as your skin became rough and cold, your eyes stinging with tears as they turned blood red. You couldn’t bear to look at his face and see the fear, the disgust, in his eyes. Your eyes snapped up to lock on your hand as Loki placed his palm flat against yours. Your mouth hung half open in disbelief as you took in the blue swirls and ridges adorning his previously deathly pale skin. Slowly, your eyes moved up to look into his eyes. His ruby red eyes. “You’re not the only freak around here,” he said quietly. You watched, unable to from words, as he linked his fingers with yours carefully, still holding them up for you to see. “See? We’re the same.” You frowned slightly. “But if you’re a Frost Giant, that must mean-,” “I am not a son of Odin,” he finished, smiling sadly. “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” “How do you hide it?” you asked shyly. “I can’t control it, it feels like it controls me.” Pity flickered across his face, and you watched as his skin faded back to ivory. His clear blue eyes never left yours, which were still a glassy red. You felt hot tears welling in them; you didn’t feel so confident when it was just you looking like a monster. “It takes time,” he told you, squeezing your icy hand in his. You expected him to flinch, but his expression didn’t change. “I will help you as best I can.” You nodded, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. “I thought you would hate me,” you half-laughed. You couldn’t help it; you’d spent weeks terrified that he would turn his back on you. “I could never hate you,” Loki said gently. “How could I hate you, when you’ve made me realise I’m not alone?” As he said that, you felt your skin warming, and you nearly cried out in relief as it faded back to its normal tone. You were suddenly aware of the fact that Loki was still holding your hand, and you felt your cheeks burning red. It was just one extreme to the other with you today. “Next time this happens, call for me and I will help you,” he told you as you both moved to sit on a nearby marble bench. You smiled gratefully, running your thumb across his knuckles gently. “Thank you, Loki. For everything,” you said quietly. He lifted his free hand to cup your cheek carefully, turning your face gently to look into his eyes. “You are so beautiful. You are not, and never will be, a freak to me,” he whispered. You chuckled quietly. “Try saying that when my eyes look like blood, and my skin turns to ice.” Loki shook his head. “Your eyes are not blood to me, they are rubies. And do not forget that my skin is just as icy as yours, and you still find no fault in it.” You smiled softly. “I could never find fault in you.” He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips ever so gently to yours. You barely moved your lips against his, letting him lead. As quickly as it had begun, it was over. “You are no freak to me,” Loki whispered again, resting his forehead against yours.

Freaks

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Summary: Your abilities as a half Frost Giant terrify you, but you soon find out you’re not the only freak on Asgard.

A/N: I’ll hopefully get a couple more fics posted today, one will possibly be a second part to I Think We’re Gonna Like It Here. Also, thank you to @slutamores for requesting this, hope you like it :)

(Not my gif)

You stared down at your shaking hands, trying to stop the tears splashing into your open palms. You were a freak, a monster. Those were the only thoughts going through your distraught mind as you glared at your icy blue skin, willing it to fade back to its usual colour. Curiously, you reached out and touched a flower growing nearby. You gasped in horror as it froze and wilted before your eyes. This garden had always been a safe haven for you; when you couldn’t control your powers, you could hide away from the rest of Asgard until you were in control again. Your mother had never seen fit to tell you that you were half Frost Giant, apparently “it didn’t change who you were”. You snorted in disbelief as you recalled her words; in your opinion, if it turned your skin blue and your eyes fiery red, it definitely changed who you were. You froze in fear as you heard the gate to the garden creak open. You prayed that it was just the wind, but there was no wind. You made to pull the sleeves of your dress over your hands to hide your frosty blue complexion, but you were relieved to see that it had faded away. “(Y/N)?” came a familiar voice from round the corner. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you got to your feet and walked slowly to where you’d heard the voice calling from. “Loki,” you greeted your friend. “I didn’t know you were coming here.” The raven haired prince’s thin lips formed a frown as he studied your face. “I saw you running from the great hall. I was worried about you.” You twisted your fingers together nervously. “As you can see, I’m fine.” He chuckled quietly. “(Y/N), you can’t lie to me. You can’t beat me at my own game.” He reached out slowly and took your hand in his. You watched in horror, expecting your touch to hurt and freeze his pale skin. He tilted his head to the side curiously. “(Y/N), please tell me what troubles you,” he whispered. “I hate seeing you upset.” At his words, your mask crumbled. Tears welled in your eyes, and you snatched your hand from his grasp. “I’m a freak, a monster,” you whispered. “Look.” You held your palm up to face him, and concentrated with all your power to change your skin. You felt the familiar icy burn as your skin became rough and cold, your eyes stinging with tears as they turned blood red. You couldn’t bear to look at his face and see the fear, the disgust, in his eyes. Your eyes snapped up to lock on your hand as Loki placed his palm flat against yours. Your mouth hung half open in disbelief as you took in the blue swirls and ridges adorning his previously deathly pale skin. Slowly, your eyes moved up to look into his eyes. His ruby red eyes. “You’re not the only freak around here,” he said quietly. You watched, unable to from words, as he linked his fingers with yours carefully, still holding them up for you to see. “See? We’re the same.” You frowned slightly. “But if you’re a Frost Giant, that must mean-,” “I am not a son of Odin,” he finished, smiling sadly. “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” “How do you hide it?” you asked shyly. “I can’t control it, it feels like it controls me.” Pity flickered across his face, and you watched as his skin faded back to ivory. His clear blue eyes never left yours, which were still a glassy red. You felt hot tears welling in them; you didn’t feel so confident when it was just you looking like a monster. “It takes time,” he told you, squeezing your icy hand in his. You expected him to flinch, but his expression didn’t change. “I will help you as best I can.” You nodded, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. “I thought you would hate me,” you half-laughed. You couldn’t help it; you’d spent weeks terrified that he would turn his back on you. “I could never hate you,” Loki said gently. “How could I hate you, when you’ve made me realise I’m not alone?” As he said that, you felt your skin warming, and you nearly cried out in relief as it faded back to its normal tone. You were suddenly aware of the fact that Loki was still holding your hand, and you felt your cheeks burning red. It was just one extreme to the other with you today. “Next time this happens, call for me and I will help you,” he told you as you both moved to sit on a nearby marble bench. You smiled gratefully, running your thumb across his knuckles gently. “Thank you, Loki. For everything,” you said quietly. He lifted his free hand to cup your cheek carefully, turning your face gently to look into his eyes. “You are so beautiful. You are not, and never will be, a freak to me,” he whispered. You chuckled quietly. “Try saying that when my eyes look like blood, and my skin turns to ice.” Loki shook his head. “Your eyes are not blood to me, they are rubies. And do not forget that my skin is just as icy as yours, and you still find no fault in it.” You smiled softly. “I could never find fault in you.” He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips ever so gently to yours. You barely moved your lips against his, letting him lead. As quickly as it had begun, it was over. “You are no freak to me,” Loki whispered again, resting his forehead against yours.

First Impressions (Young! Loki X Young! Reader)

Words: 1634 Pronouns used: She/Her Warnings: fluff

Your POV “Come along (Y/n), this will be fun!” My mother squealed.

“Odin and Frigga have two boys around your age, now that I think about it.” My father followed up. I sighed and rested my hand against my chin, looking out the window of the carriage. “At least pretend to be excited when we get there.”

Putting on my best smile, I giggled. “Of course, father! Why wouldn’t I be excited?”

“That’s the spirit, dear.” The carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of a large castle. The driver helped us out while his assistant grabbed our luggage and carried it to the front door. A large, burly looking man opened the door and shook my fathers hand.

“Faas! Good to see you!” The man boomed. “And Alva, you still look as beautiful as ever.” (They are your parents)

“Odin, wonderful to see you too.” My father smiled. The two had been friends since childhood, and they hoped you and Odins sons would get along as well. A lady dressed in gold appeared behind him.

“Invite them in, Odin.” She said.

“Hello Frigga!” My mother practically sang. The lady ushered you in, and you gathered in the kitchen.

“Of course, you two know (Y/n).” My mom gushed.

“Oh, we haven’t seen you since you were a babe. If you wish, our sons are in the library.” Frigga smiled.

I thanked her and rushed out of the room, my dress flurrying behind me. I roamed the castle, peeking behind all the doors in attempt to find the library. I passed a room, poking my head in to see two boys. One was sitting in a chair reading, while the other was leaning on the back of the chair.

“Come on brother! Let’s spar!” The blond one whined.

“Thor, I’m trying read.” The black haired one replied.

“But Loki-”

“I’ll spar with you.” You interrupted. The two looked at you in surprise before Thor started to laugh.

“You? You are merely a girl!” Thor chuckled. “But if you really want to go, I’ll go easy.”

He led me to a room with matts on the floor and padded walling. Loki counted down, still engrossed in his book.

“Go.” Thor came towards you at full speed, attempting to take you down. I side stepped, taking his arm and flipping him which took him down for the count.

“I never thought a lady could be so… Manly!” Thor exclaimed. “I am Thor, and this is my brother, Loki. What may we call you?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n (l/n).” I laughed. “Say, could you show me back to the library? It was rather big and I’d love to look at what books you have.” Thors face fell, but he reluctantly led the way, Loki trailing behind us.

I grinned excitedly, thanking Thor before running off to find a book. “Aha!” You exclaimed, twenty minutes later, holding a midgardian book called ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ I began to climb down the extremely tall ladder, but it began to wobble, causing me to loose my footing. “oomph!” Was I dead? No, I couldn’t be. So how…? I opened my eyes and saw Loki holding me bridal style.

“You really should be more careful. You’ll get hurt if you keep being so reckless.” I’m sure in that moment, my face would put a tomato to shame.

“Thanks. Can you, uh, put me down now?” He set me down on the ground gently before going on his way. I found a chair in the room, sitting on it and beginning my book.

“Miss, dinner will be served soon. You’ve been requested by the sons of the household.” I looked up from my book at the maid.

“Of course. Would you mind showing me the way?” I asked.

“Not at all.”

Third person POV

That evening you sat under the covers on the guest bed, reading a book about constellations and midgard with a flash light. A knock on your door could be heard, but you were so caught up in the information that you didn’t hear it. The door creaked open, and a grumpy looking Loki walked in.

“I can see your light from across the hall, would you please go to bed?” He seethed.

You peeked out from under the covers and shone your light on him. “Sorry, but this book is really good!” He walked over and threw back the covers to reveal you and your book.

“You like Midgard?”

“Yes, it fascinates me! The constellations, their methods of buildings. Oh, my favorite era was the 1950’s!” You began to explain.

“Well one day, I’m gonna rule Midgard.” He grinned. “If you want, I’ll let you help me take over.”

“But we barely even know each other!”

“So? I’ll need a queen.”

You stared up at him and laughed. “Yeah, alright!”

The next day, you wandered down to the library with the large book, having agreed to meet Loki there last night. You heard girlish voices and a few deep chuckles coming from inside.

“Oh Thor, you’re so smart! Could you maybe help me with my homework?”

“Yes, me too?” Two girls sat on either side of Thor, pressing their cleavage up against him and looking ‘oh so lost.’ Loki sat across from them, back to you.

“Of course!” Laughed the blond. “I was always taught it is only polite to help ladies.”

You snorted and quietly walked behind Loki, throwing your arms around him.

“Hi Loki! Whatcha reading?”

“Hello princess (Y/n). It’s not of importance.” He shielded his book. You shrugged it off and sat down next to him and took out your book. The girls continued to press themselves onto Thor, and you could practically feel Loki’s annoyance of his brother getting all their attention.

“Loki, how do you say this?” You feigned stupidity. He raised a brow at you, but complied all the same.

“Eccentricity.”

“Right.” You said, bringing a finger to your lip. “And that means…”

“The measure of how an object’s orbit differs from a perfect circle. Eccentricity defines the shape of an object’s orbit.” He described. The girls eyes were now on him, and they whispered to one another. They got up from their current spots and shoved your seat away, sitting next to the black haired god.

“Wow Loki, you’re so smart!” Exclaimed one

“Yes, and handsome, too.” Said the other seductively. The boy began to bask in their attention, now ignoring you.

Looks like your plan worked too well.

Smiling sadly,you got up from the table and left the library, strolling through the gardens and occasionally meeting up with Thor throughout the rest of the day.

That night you slept soundly in your bed. That is, till someone shook you awake.

“What?” You groaned.

“Sh. I need you to come with me.” Loki whispered.

“Wh-”

“Just do it!” You were taken aback, but followed him all the same. He led you through the gardens into an open field where he sat down with a big book.

After a moment, you joined him in the wet grass.

“You said you liked stars, right? Well, that’s the constellation Orion, and that bright orange star is beetle juice. The one shaped like a pot is the Little Dipper, and if you look a little farther, you can see the Big Dipper.” He explained, pointing to each.

“Where’d you learn all this?” You asked, fascinated.

“The book I was reading earlier. Speaking of which, this is for you.” He slid you a large, leather bound book with gold lettering. “It’s all about Midgard and heavenly bodies. Thought you might like it.”

“Thanks!” He stiffened when you hugged him.

“You are very welcome.”

The two of you say like that for hours until you were falling asleep. He picked you up and carried you back to the castle, where he found two guards and his parents standing there.

“If you are going to blame someone, I’ll take it. I forced her out with me.” He explained sturdily. His parents sighed and Odin took the small sleeping girl back to her room. Frigga led Loki back to his.

Her words said, “We aren’t angry,”

But her face said “You’ve disappointed me.”

The boy didn’t sleep easily that night, knowing he was in trouble, and that he may have gotten his friend in trouble as well.

When he woke up the next morning, he found (Y/n) crying in the dining room as her parents punished her for her actions. He decided in order to no longer get her into trouble, he would keep away.

(Y/n) didn’t understand why he stopped talking to her out of the blue, but she did know that when she went home three days later, she was upset when he didn’t see her off.

“He didn’t even say goodbye!” She cried to her mother that evening, clutching her dress. The book he gave her sat on her bedside table, pages already worn from how many times she thumbed through it.

Her mother left the room not too long after, and the girl was alone once again, or so she thought.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you off. I thought you would be angry with me for getting you in trouble.”

The (h/c) haired girl looked up. “L-Loki?” She sniffed.

“Only a projection, but yes, it’s me.”

(Y/n) began to laugh. “You idiot! Getting in trouble is worth it when you have fun.” She explained.

He threw her a confused look before grinning. “So we can still be friends?”

“Of course! My family and I will be visiting again soon. Could you tell me more about Midgard?” You pleaded.

Loki gave a soft smile. “If you wish, princess.”

The File

A/N: So I know that I have one more prompt, but this idea came to me last night and I just couldn’t not write it (especially because it’s been a while since I wrote a Bucky fic).  So here it is and I may or may not have NOT studied for my Econ test because of this.  But I’m quite happy with it.

The first time Bucky slides the file under your door, you’re confused.

You’re alone in your room when you hear the sound of light footsteps and a quiet thud.  You look over towards the door and notice the manilla folder, lying inconspicuously on the ground.

You walk over and open it, thumbing through.  You quickly realize it’s a complete file on the Winter Soldier–every kill, every mission.  You close it and leave your room, taking the elevator to Bucky’s floor.  

He’s sitting there on the couch when you enter.  He looks up and in the split-second before his face goes blank, you catch a look of…fear?

“Bucky,” you say warmly, subtly putting the folder down on a table behind you.  

“(Y/N),” he says, his voice even and unreadable.

“There’s this new bakery that I’ve been dying to try,” you say cheerfully.  “It’s a couple block away, and I’ve heard their beignets are amazing.  Come with me?”

You look at Bucky.  His mouth is still set in a firm line, but his eyes are wide, startled.

“Um…sure,” he says, slowing getting up off the couch.  He walks over to you and you link your arm through his, pulling him over to the elevator.  

The doors slide open and you find yourself face to face with Steve.  He looks down at your linked arms, a smile on his face.

“Hey Steve!” you say brightly.  “We’re going to the bakery.  Want anything?”  Steve declines, and on the way down, you ask his opinion on what you should bring back for the other Avengers.  Steve nods and does his best to suggest pastries, but he’s watching Bucky.

Bucky, whose lips are unconsciously curving into what could almost be called a smile.  And as you drag Bucky off the elevator and out of the tower, Steve realizes that he can’t remember the last time Bucky smiled.  

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The second time, you’re at a S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting.  You’re turning in your report for your last mission, reaching into your bag to pull out the typed report file.  

Instead, you find the Winter Soldier file in your hands.  You’re taken aback, and for a minute, you forget where you are.

“Agent (Y/L/N),” Nick finally says, bringing your focus back to your surroundings.  “Everything alright?” 

“Yes,” you say, though your voice sounds distracted even to you.  “I’m fine.  Grabbed the wrong file.”  

After the meeting, you drag Bucky up to your floor for a Jurassic Park movie marathon.

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The third time, it’s just after a mission.  

You and Bucky had gone on your first mission together, just the two of you.  It had been particularly successful, and your were quite pleased with the outcome.  On the way back, you sat in the Quinjet, humming to yourself and crocheting a hat.

You walk back to your room and it’s lying there on the bed.  You stare at it and if looks could kill, the file would have spontaneously combusted within one second of your piercing glare.

But it doesn’t.

The next morning, when Bucky wakes up, there’s a pile of crocheted hats, scarves, pillows and plushies on his desk.  

Buried somewhere underneath is the file.

-

The fourth time is early in the morning.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of screams.  You look up at the ceiling and you know exactly what’s going on.

You sprint out of your room and into the waiting elevator, taking it straight up to Bucky’s floor.  You weave through the hallways until you find his bedroom. 

You throw the door open and he’s lying there, thrashing and muttering incoherently.  You rush to his side and gently try to wake him from his sleep.  This seems to agitate him more and he throws you backward.  You hit his nightstand, but get right back up, trying again to wake him.  You ignore the sting on your cheek, focusing on calming him.

This seems to work, and slowly, the shaking stops.  He lies in the middle of the bed, quiet and still.  His eyes blink open to find you sitting on the bed next to him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.  

“Move over,” is all you say and he obliges wordlessly.  You slide in next to him, your head on his shoulder, your arm slung over his stomach, and you drift off to sleep.  

He lies there frozen in place, his body stiff.  After a few minutes, he relaxes and he wraps his arm around your waist, allowing himself a few hours of nightmare-less sleep.

When you wake up, Bucky’s gone.  You reach up to your face and realize there’s a bandage there.  The bed next to you is neatly made, the damn file resting on top.

You throw the covers off and make the bed.  You leave the file exactly where it is.

-

The next morning, you search the entire tower for Bucky.  Every room, every floor.  You eventually find him in the kitchen, sitting at the table.  In front of him is the file, open.

You shake your head and walk over to him.  He looks up and spots you, not saying anything.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you say simply as you sit down at the table next to him.

He looks up at you before sliding the file toward you.  You shake your head and close it.  His hand, almost of its own accord, reaches up and brushes against the bandage on your face.

“I hurt you, last night,” he says, and the pain in your voice makes your reach up and cover his hand with yours.  “I could hurt you again.”

“You didn’t mean to,” you reply and he shakes his head.

“(Y/N), I’ve done things…” he says haltingly.  “Things I’m not proud of.”

“Tell me that the same thing isn’t true of every single person in this tower,” you reply. 

“Have you read it?” he asks, his voice barely higher than a whisper, his eyes darting down to the file.

“I read files on every Avenger when I joined,” you say evenly.

“But this one,” Bucky says.  “Did you read this file?”

“No,” you say.

“Why not?”

“As far as I know, the Winter Soldier isn’t part of the Avengers,” you say simply.  “James Buchanan Barnes, however, is.  And that’s the file I read.”  Bucky looks up at you, and you see his expression soften.

“I don’t…” he stutters.  “I don’t deserve-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you cut him off.  “You deserve everything.  You deserve the sun and the stars and the moon.  You deserve to feel safe, to have friends, to be loved.”

“But-”

You shake your head.  The man will not shut up, so you turn and pull his face to you, silencing him with a kiss.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes,” you say.  “And don’t you dare ever believe otherwise.”

The huge grin that spreads across his face–tentatively at first, but then unabashedly content–makes you happier than you’ve ever felt.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

I Promise || Part 2 || Steve Rogers / Reader

Summary: Finally the part 2 of promise is here. Steve Rogers had to fake his death for two years and left Y/N with her three (Four after she gave birth) kids alone. Her eldest, Peggy don’t want to forgive him.

Genre:Angst, Fluff

Fandom:Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: I will do other parts to this if you want me to

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t posted it earlier.. Tell me if you like this part and want me to continue it.

PART 1

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After two years, your husband and father of her four children, was back home, alive. Tears were rolling to your eyes seeing him and the kids again happy. But Peggy, no.

“No! Don’t touch me!” She said pulling him of, of his attempt to hug her. Your smiles dissappeared.

“Peggy, what’s wrong?” He said, looking at her with his puppy blue eyes. She was trying hard to keep her angry expression.

“Your kidding me? You left us alone for two years! Mom was pregnant to your fourth child and you weren’t even here! Were you here when Grant made his first steps? Or when Natalie started speaking properly?“ She told him with anger, hot tears streaming down at your faces.

“Peggy, calm down. It’s ok. He is here now and don’t talk like that about your father..” You said but she shot you a look, as deadly as hell.

“No mom it’s not ok! You know what? Fuck it! I’m going to sleep” She said locking the door behind her. Steve took you in his arms while you both cried.

“I’m such a horrible mother.” You whispered to him and he caressed the back your neck.

“No Y/N, you’re not. She just needs some space. I love you. Every person in this house.” You heard your baby crying. “Go to sleep baby. I’m going to get Grant to sleep. I want to spend some time with him and you. You’re tired y/n. I will come back to you in seconds.” He mumbled to your ear as you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

Steve moved to the baby’s room and took him in his arms.” Hey little Grant. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were born. I was just trying to keep all of you safe.. Now your sister hates me, but I love her. I love every of you. You’re my family. “ The baby stopped crying and giggled. “Your so cute. I think you got your mother’s personality.” Now Grant started closing his eyes. “Goodnight my little.” He said and left the room. After visiting all the kids rooms for a goodnight, he went to Peggy’s.

“Peggy, can we talk?” He knocked the door but got no response. “Peggy are you there?” He slowly opened the door but found nothing on it. Quickly, he ran to your room, shaking you to wake up. “Peggy’s gone!”

“What do you mean?” You asked as he stood there in shock. “I visited her room but she wasn’t in there! I searched everywhere.” You got off the bed and ran to her room. The posters of her favorite Tv Show still hanged on the wall but something was off. You found a note in the corner of the wall, near to her almost black photograph.

Agent Y/L/N and Captain Rogers

We have your daughter Peggy Rogers . We won’t hurt her. Not until tommorow. You bring s.h.i.e.l.d’s information till 8:00 PM. If you won’t, your daughter want be the same again.

“No, no, no!” You screamed as Steve holded you. “What are we going to do now?”

“I’ll call Tony..” He said, sweat mixed with tears and his shaking voice echoed through the room. “We have a problem.. Peggy is kidnapped and someone left us a note… Yeah.. Ok.. We’re coming.”

“Wait how about James, Natalie and Grant?” You asked Steve and he walked towards you, cupping your cheeks. “Laura agreed to take care of them.” You relieved a bit when he told you.

You opened the door to Clint and prepared your kids. “Don’t worry Y/N. We’ll find her.” He said before grabbing James and Natalie’s hands to lead them to the car. Steve followed with Grant still asleep.

“What if something goes wrong? If we don’t find her?” You said and Steve pecked your lips.

“We will find her, I promise..”

Avengers Facilities, New York City

“Guys I think I found something..” Tony shouted from the computer labs. With the little strength you had left you ran upstairs and sat next to Steve. “She’s in a Hydra base.. They sent us a video of her.” He said and clicked on the video.

Peggy was in a chair covered with chains. She was shouting to let her go and was pleading for help. The female agent next to her told her to stop yelling but she didn’t listen. She punched her instead, the black piercing on her bottom lip fell to the ground and blood covered her jaw. Steve punched the wall behind him and you cursed under your breath clenching your fists. “How hours away?” Pietro asked and Natasha looked at the screen, then on the clock.

“Three hours.” Natasha answered. The clock was writing 6 AM…

To be continued…

Raindrops ||Steve Rogers/Reader||

Summary: Steve is in love with you. Always was. But he keeps avoiding you for weeks. Will it be too late for him to tell you?

Genre:Angst

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: This is an oneshot(maybe)

A/N: Is it called self-harm when you’re writing Stories that make you cry for hours?

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Steve wasn’t an open character when it came to love. Someone else would make it obvious by looking at this one person for hours smiling but Steve didn’t. Steve was hopelessly in love. Only Natasha knew what was happening with him. She knew men. But Steve’s situation was unnatural. He didn’t looked at the one he loved with blushes or cute smiles. He was just leaving the room without saying anything. He walked away. Natasha of course didn’t tell anything. Steve wasn’t trying to make a move. He was scared and lost. Afraid that he might end up hurting you.

Steve saw you walking in to the room and made his way out, but you cut him by grabbing his arm. He stopped studying your face. Trying to memorize everything about you. He could draw you later or sleep and dream about you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He didn’t speak. He left.He walked away. You stood to the room alone looking at the wall. You didn’t realize the tears falling down your face. “Steve!” You shout waiting for his reply. “Steve! Come over here!” He just stood in the living room in the couch of the famous Avengers Tower watching the news. Today the news were talking again about the refugees in the Mediterranean Sea. Small, innocent kids and their parents losing their homes everyday cause of the war. Some of them losing family members, even themselves. “Steve we need to talk.” He walked away.

****

“Y/n Y/l/n, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark. Please get ready for your mission. Five minutes.” The director of s.h.i.e.l.d spoke.

“Steve. Can we talk?” He just looked at you and then continued looking at his clock.

“Four minutes y/l/n.” You locked eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s the longest talk we had in weeks.” Silence. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he shook his head. “Just say something to me! We haven’t talk in weeks and all you do is pretend that everything’s ok!” He walked away. You sighed and looked down shaking your head.

****

“Just talk to her. Avoiding her for weeks doesn’t make things worse.” Natasha told to her blond friend. “Do it before it’s too late. Do it before you regret why you didn’t.”

“You don’t understand. Everything I touch gets hurted. I don’t want to hurt her. If I just enter her life like that I will ruin it.” The redhead woman gave him a sad smile.

“Steve I’m sure, you’ll make your both lives better. Can’t you see? You’re in love with each other.” He nodded. His blue eyes looking at you now.

“I will do it after the mission. I promise.”

****

You ran to the field avoiding the bullets flying through you. You had a mission and you needed to finish it. Even though that meant getting injured. The three of the hostages you needed to save were now dead. You couldn’t risk another one to get killed of. Eleven. You heard from your comm and lost it. Eleven people got killed. Eleven people you couldn’t save. So concerned to the mission. So concerned about other people’s lives.You fell to the ground holding your wound. The world and the noise were becoming a faded picture in your ear. The only thing you felt was pain. The only thing you could hear was a scream. Raindrops were falling to your body.

*****

“Hey Y/N. I just want to tell you that I love you. I always did. But I never got the chance to tell you. Forgive me about everything I did. Alright darling?” Steve stood above your grave, the raindrops mixed with his own tears. “I should have told you.” Now he stood in one knee holding a ring, placing it next to the flowers he brought you earlier. “I love you.. Why did you leave me? Why did you not stay here with me? I need you y/n.” He realized that time passed. “Goodbye my lover”.

Bum

Reminder that Steve Rogers was born in 1920, and Bucky Barnes was born in 1917, which means that Steve was in his early twenties during the war, and Bucky was in his mid twenties. I know that they’re both portrayed by 30 year old men, but really? They probably looked more like these guys:

Don’t forget that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had to grow up way too fast, not only because of the war, but because they were teenagers in the Great Depression, they were part of an extremely marginalized group during a time of extreme tension, and the whole dead parents thing. Don’t forget that Steve and Bucky probably never got to do dumb teenager things because they both had to do whatever work they could to stay afloat and then a WAR happened. 

Think about all that pressure once Steve was “Captain America” and became a propaganda piece. Think about the atrocities of war that they’d have seen. Think about the fact that they both faced death. Think about the fact that Steve’s best friend died. THINK ABOUT HOW THESE KIDS ARE NOW SUDDENLY 95+ YEARS OLD. Think about Bucky, waking up and technically being maybe 27 and having to reconcile all the things HYDRA made him do as the Winter Soldier.

Peggy Carter was born in 1919. She is only a year older than Steve. She’s still in her twenties during Agent Carter, y’all. Let that sink in for a moment. She’s still in her twenties.

That flashback scene in The Winter Soldier with the “I’m with ya till the end of the line”? They were teenagers then. TEENAGERS. 

REMINDER THAT THE MAIN CHARACTERS OF CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGERS WERE ALL CHILDREN.

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agent carter. (steve rogers x reader)

summary: steve takes his new girl to meet his best girl.

word count: 3308

trigger warnings: angst, angst, and more angst. I’m so sorry.

okay this is seriously my most favorite thing that I’ve ever written, period. it kind of leans more steggy at times, but I promise, there’s still a big chunk of steve x reader in there.

also– would you guys be interested to see this expanded into a part II? let me know. x

Czytaj dalej

Stones (Steve x Reader)

Request: Can you write about the reader and Steve having a child??? 

Word Count: 1,002

AN: I may have taken a different approach to your prompt… 

| Feedback is very much appreciated | Requests are open |

1945

You came to pay your respects.

Everything around you feels cold and dreary, only adding to the numbness you feel. The clouds turn darker rapidly, filling up with a million droplets of rain, ready to fall at any given second. The wind blows straight through you, right to the bone, making you wrap your arms tightly around your chest. You can’t help but shake your head at how the weather always reflects your mood whenever you walk down this path.

With your heels digging into the gravel path, your eyes find the large stone that you’ve came here for. As you walk closer, you discover that the stone is decorated with more roses than in all of New York. The red and white petals make your heart clench. You stand in front of the patriotically adorned rock, and freeze at the haunting name engraved upon it.

You kneel in the damp grass that lays in front of the tombstone and bring your hand up to the chilled stone, tracing your fingers over the letters. “Hey,” you whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t come yesterday.” You take a long pause, anticipating a response, craving to hear the sound of his voice one last time. After a moment, a tear falls down your cheek as you realize that it will never come; you’ll never get the chance to hear him say your name, or even laugh, ever again.

“I have big news, Stevie.” You viscously wipe away at the tears that have fallen, and reach into your pocket to find the note that your had doctor given you earlier today. The messy writing thats sprawled across the crumpled paper appears to be abstract letters, but you know exactly what it’s supposed to mean. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Silence looms through the air, making the setting feel even more solemn that it did mere seconds ago. You stay there holding your breath, waiting for the feeling of his fingers as they would brush down you cheek reassuring you that everything would be fine, fully knowing that it will never happen again.

“I’m scared.” 

2011

It had been exactly twenty-four hours since Steve had awoken from his seventy year slumber. Within those hours, it only took four to find your location, but he had to fight like hell to get it. 

He was praying that you would be living in a house somewhere, and everywhere you looked in that house would be pictures of you and your family. He hoped that you would have two matching chairs placed in front of a fireplace where you and your husband would talk about the fond memories you’ve shared with each other.

He wanted nothing more than for you to have lived the life you and him planned out together. As long as you didn’t miss out on your chance to live, then he was fine on missing his own. Unfortunately when he was given your location it was far from what he had hoped. 

It was a plot number for a cemetery.

-

Steve secures his hood tightly around his head, and looks down to the ground as he makes his way up the hill where you lie eternally. With every step he takes, his chest becomes tighter and his heart beats faster. He’d rather go through the pain of being injected with the Super Solider serum all over agin then the pain he’s feeling right now.

With his mind rambling on and on, he doesn’t notice that he’s standing in front of your tombstone until a rain drop falls on his nose. Snapping out of it, Steve looks up to the sky then back to the ground. 

His heart sinks when he figures out where he’s standing.

‘[Y/N] [L/N] 1927-2008′

He feels a sudden weight fall on his shoulders. It feels as if a boulder was thrown onto him and he couldn’t stand any longer. His breaths become short and rapid, desperate for air. His body started to become numb, too numb to even shed a tear.

The reality of what his life has become finally caught up to him, and it left a hole straight through his heart that could never be filled.

“Excuse me,” A frail voice calls from behind him. Steve take a couple of deep breaths, attempting to gain some composure. “Are you okay, Sir?”

Steve turns and finds an older woman holding a bouquet of white lilies. Her face shows signs of concern, and her eyes display a glimmer of curiosity. 

With another breath, Steve adjusts his sunglasses and tries his best at a smile. “I’m okay, ma’am.”

“If you don’t mind by me asking, who are you? I’ve never seen you at my mother’s grave before.”

Both relief and sadness wash over Steve at that moment. He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to move on, and this woman standing in front of him, your daughter, is proof of that. Although, the sadness he feels is because he always pictured you and him having a family, and he can’t help but feel heartbroken that he missed out on his chance to live the life he wanted. 

The life with you.

“I’m just an old friend of your mother’s.” He looks back to your grave with a sad smile. “I wanted to say goodbye.” 

The woman opens he mouth to respond, but Steve sends her a curt nod. “Have a good day, ma’am.” Feeling as if he carries a wound in his chest forever more, he steps away from where you rest, leaving both you and your daughter.

He walks away not knowing that he’s getting further from his family with each step.

Sigh No More  “The Cave”

Author’s Note: This one was a bit hard to write. I hope you all like it, please send feedback or requests or anything! I am very happy with this project though and I encourage you guys to listen to the songs while reading. Love!

Track one can be found here 

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Track Two:

“So tie me to a post and block my ears/I can see widows and orphans through my tears/I know my call despite my faults/And despite my growing fears/But I will hold on hope/And I won’t let you choke/On the noose around your neck /And I’ll find strength in pain/And I will change my ways/I’ll know my name as it’s called again”

Grunting.

Sweating.

Heat building inside him as he took out every aggression on the punching bag in front of him. The gym was empty this early in the morning and he took every opportunity to cleanse himself of his nightmares before the dawning of a new day. Tony had been kind enough to provide the super soldiers with extremely strong, reinforced punching bags, giving them the ability to train at length without them bursting.

His mind barraged him with scattered memories, most of them half-truths or warped recounts of who he was before. Before…, he thought to himself, the word always lingering on the edge of his consciousness, Back when I was worthy, back when I was normal, back when I knew what it meant to be James Barnes.

His fists pummeled the bag as faces began swirling around his psyche. Some held fear, some held disgust, some held awe, but all had one thing in common: distrust. That was what he was the most tired of, all the distrust. Even Steve, who seemed to be the only one who considered him human always hid apprehension behind his eyes, as if Bucky was a bomb just building toward explosion.

Suddenly, the faces changed. No longer were these the images of people he knew; now they were the faceless figures of those he’d hurt. Bucky had heard plenty of stories of the crimes he’d committed, each one swept away by HYDRA. He could feel their anger, sense their fear, and taste their sadness in the back of his throat. And it was all because of him. The full force of his self-loathing hit him in that moment, fueling his punches and causing an involuntary growl to rip through him. His face felt damp, though he couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or tears.

Then, a sound behind him. He whipped around without thinking, the soldier’s instincts within him causing his muscles to tense, ready to fight.

But it was only Y/N. She stood in the doorway, all messy hair and bleary eyes, looking so small wrapped in a blanket. Her cheeks were red and she looked as if she’d been crying.

“Bucky, I-” she started, before swallowing a sob, “I had a nightmare and you weren’t in your room and-”

She was cut off by his embrace. Both arms held her tightly now, fear of his metal limb gone at the sight of her duress. She pressed her face into him and let her tears flow freely as her blanket fell from her bare shoulders. He knew she’d been tortured horribly by a terrorist group prior to his arrival and he’d often found himself fantasizing about what he’d do if he ever found the men who’d hurt her.

“It was just the same dream as always. I’m sorry for reacting like this but I couldn’t find you and my mind got the best of me and-,” she sighed with frustration, “I’m sorry for being so weak all the time.”

Confusion tinged his vision as he pulled away to look at her. Here was this person who had been through more than anyone could imagine, be it rage or pain or unbridled loss, and still chose to believe in the goodness of the world. Often, he would catch her simply smiling to herself, his presence unknown as she silently thanked the universe for its gifts with the beautiful upturn of her lips. Though Bucky knew his circumstances differed, he still looked to her when he needed proof of joy or an infusion of hope toward his unyielding future. These feelings, he knew, could easily atrophy after such a hard existence, yet she kept them strong through sheer force of will and the refusal to let her life get the best of her. He knew in his heart that she was anything but weak.

“Y/N,” he started, pausing to brush the hair out of her eyes, “You are not weak. After everything you’ve been through, you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

He felt his response terribly inadequate but knew he must have done something right when a faint smile touched her lips.

“Still, I really am sorry for bothering you like this,” she sighed shakily, “I know how much this time means to you.”

Her eyes searched his face for any sign of resentment, though she found nothing but concern. He pulled her in gently, letting her head fall on the skin of his human shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles into the tense muscles of her back.

“This is more important than any training,” he reassured, “Trust me.”

Her hands snaked their way around his neck, pulling him even closer.

“I do,” she replied simply, relishing the soft touch of his hair at her fingertips, “I do trust you.”

The full force of her words struck him sharply, leaving him dazed and unsteady. She trusts me? He turned the thought over in his mind, considering her proclamation from every angle. As he mused on the possibility of her feelings toward him, she sighed contentedly into his shoulder, nuzzling the scarred skin she found there. He felt how vulnerable she was in his arms, both physically and emotionally, and he wanted to push her away, to tell her that she deserved more than a beast like him, to give her to someone who could protect her from the Winter Soldier lying dormant inside of him.

But he knew he wouldn’t do that. He knew, as he led her to his room where she’d inevitably fall asleep wrapped in his protective embrace, that as long as he lived he could never allow another man the privilege of waking up next to her in the morning or the comfort of catching her smiling at him from across a crowded room. He also knew that he should feel selfish in wanting her all to himself, but he had a sense that that’s exactly how she wanted it too.

As they climbed into his warm bed, he couldn’t help but wonder where the abundant self-loathing he’d been fixated on only minutes earlier had disappeared to and he marveled at the way her touch soothed him even as he worked to comfort her. He knew as she snuggled closer into his grasp that he would never let his past dictate him as he was now responsible for something more than just himself. She trusted him and that was enough of a reason to keep on existing, if only to hear her laugh or feel her tense muscles relax as she fell asleep against him once again.

Hollow Promises

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt finds and loses a life he’s never had. A life he doesn’t even feel like deserving sometimes. Genre: Angst Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, depictions of violence, major character death 2,331 words

Notes: MATT ANGST AS REQUESTED BY MY BAE @potatoersforever​. <3 Sorry for the long wait, baby. Also sorry for the shitty writing. I can’t write angst for shit. AND I’M SORRY Y’ALL for the lack of updates. I just moved into a new apartment and everything is still a mess and I just got the internet connection installed today (after waiting for 5 days) so…yeah. Next one-shot might be a Bucky one. Hopefully. Let’s all pray. Thank you for reading and tell me if there’s any mistake! ENJOY! <3

When Matt wakes up in that morning, he feels his chest tight with apprehension.

Nothing that he isn’t used to considering the life he leads, except this time it feels different. Heavier, somehow. 

He’s felt guilt and anger and sorrow and sure apprehension but never over something he doesn’t know, never over something he couldn’t sense entirely. 

And he rarely feels this, but when he wakes up in that morning and feels you cuddled up against his body, your warm and soft breath hitting his chest so comfortably, all he can think about is how bad he wishes to see you right in that moment. 

He’s never expected to find in you something that he could hold on to – solace and safety and that sensation of feeling like home. 

Czytaj dalej

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Hurts like hell (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Y/N and Steve used to secretely date when Steve dies and she had to deal with his death. Based by the song Hurts like hell by fleurie.

A/N:I love that song and I cried during this!

How can I say this without breaking?

You walked out of the cemetery and got in your car. You and Steve met each other four years ago when he woke up from the ice. Since then you loved each other but decided to do it secretely, away from the others. But he died. Yes, being an avenger meant sacrifing your life but you didn’t know it hurts like this.

You’ve seen him dying in front of your eyes and couldn’t do anything. He was by side your many times and saved you several times but you couldn’t return it. From then you only cried. No smiling or laughing. Yes, the others were sad too, but not like you were. You had to take Bucky, Sam and Wanda with you in the car. Wanda knew about you and Steve. She was the only one that could understand you this time.

“Y/N, we know you’re sad about Steve, we all are, but, you need to calm down.” Bucky told you grabbing your shoulder with his human arm.

How can I say this without taking over?

“I can’t, Bucky. Steve was my.. Friend. How can I calm down?” You couldn’t see well and you were tired.“Sam can you take the weel for me please? I’m not in position to drive right now.” He nodded and sat in the front sit. Wanda wrapped her arms around you to calm tou down.

How can I put it down into words?

“It was all my fault.” You murmured.

“No Y/n. It wasn’t your fault. Please stop saying that.” Sam said giving you a small smile and brushing circles with his fingers on your knee.

An image popped in your mind. Steve was returning from a mission back to the tower and you decided to go see of everything was alright. He was badly hurt and you cried. He reassured you with a hug and a kiss. “Y/n, love, it’s alright. I will never leave you. I will be here with you always” were his words. It made you cry even more. Your sobs filled the car.

When it’s almost too much for my soul alone.

The cars stopped outside of the tower leaving the twelve avengers move back to their dorms. Natasha and Clint sat at the kitchen talking, Tony, Bucky, Sam looked shocked. They just lost their friend and said the last goodbye to him. Bruce, Thor, James and The Vision were drinking their coffee to the balcony Steve loved and Pietro was sleeping in his room. Wanda helped you get in your room and then you locked all the doors so you could be alone.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Steve was the person for you. The man you trusted. The man you loved. And now you lost him. Since the day you met him he was kind and sweet with you. The day he passed away was the day you were going to tell the others about your relationship but never did. You remember not many things from that day. He stroked your cheek, kissed your lips, got out of the quinjet, fought, him laying in the ground murmuring that he loves you. After this everything went blank. Only tears.

And It hurts like hell

Was there life without him? Without his smile? Without his touch, his beautiful blue eyes looking into yours? His kisses and hugs? Oh no. Everything hurted and reminded you of him. Everytime you walked out of his room you stayed outside the door leaning against the wood. It still smelled like him. Everytime you walked to the gym his locker was there waiting for him to open it and grab his cold water but not anymore. Yesterday Tony replaced it with a collage of photos of all the Avengers with him. Your favorite was the one were you were together. The picture was taken the day the two of you got together.

Yeah it hurts like hell

You decided to open the radio. The music would calm you down, people said. It worked on Bruce the most of the times. But how could it calm you down when Steve’s and yours favorite song played? It was the song the two of you danced before he died. You were in his room when the song played and the two of you danced for hours. But moments like this don’t stay forever.

I don’t want them to know the secrets.

You remembered the talk you had with Steve. Two days before you lost him. You had a talk about how you would tell the team about you. About your love. Steve didn’t want to do something to bring you in a hard position. He wanted the best for you. But now he’s gone. Never coming back.

I don’t want them to know the way I loved you

You also had an argument. You would never forget that. He wanted to tell everything to the team about you. Make clear that you were his and nobody else’s. But you didn’t. You wanted them to start having hints. Like a treasure hunt. Love hunt.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

And It hurts like hell

Dreams Fight with machines

He was at the hospital. Laying on that bed without moving. You touched him for the last time. Then he took his last breath. You shouted at the doctors to come and help but they couldn’t do anything. The next thing you remembered was the team trying to hold you from falling of the roof of the tower. They didn’t understand you.

Inside my head like adversaries.

Come wrestle me free. Clean from the war

Lost in your thoughts you started shouting, panicking now. The lock of the door didn’t stop Tony and Pietro bursting in to see what was going wrong. You were laying on the floor crying. They came next to you and helped you get up. Then they took you to the kitchen.“Y/N you haven’t eaten for days. Just eat something.” Pietro said offering you a bowl with cornflakes. “Y/N, you need to tell us what’s going wrong.” Tony asked. Can they understand me?No.

Your heart fits like a key.

Into the lock on the wall.

I turn it over, I turn it over

You walked out of the kitchen and stood to Steve’s balcony. Were you given your first kiss. Finally a place to be alone.

But I can’t escape.

Afraid that you would do something stupid like the first time Thor and Natasha took you in holding you and not leaving. They think I am crazy? I’ve lost it?. They sat you at the couch and started asking you question you couldn’t reply.

I turn it over, I turn it over

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

I Loved you and I loved and I lost you

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Everyone was in shock. Noone was moving or talking. They just looked behind you. You looked around. Steve was behind you. Alive. You ran to his hug. Tears in your eyes. Then you kissed him deeply. The grip around you tightening.

“Hey sweetheart”

And It hurts like hell

Awesome!

Is this anger?

Pairing: loki x reader Thor x reader (friend ship)

Author: me

Word count: 2818

Warnings: language,

Summary: Reader and Loki get into a fight when the reader gets into his cell. She ignores him for a few days until she has to leave and she goes to Loki to say good bye.

Requests: “Hey. Can you make a part 2 for “is this love?” where the reader can get into his cell and they can touch each other and hug and kiss. stuff like this. smut if you want, pleeeease”

“part two for ‘is this love?’ the reader and loki get into a fight and the reader leaves asgard and loki is all depressed? thank you!”

A/n: I didn’t do smut in this but in part 3 (if I make it) I will put smut. you can find part 1 HERE

**

it has been two days since that little incident and Odin still doesn’t like nor believe you. You still have visit’s with Loki and everytime he see’s that bruised up cheek of your he gets mad. really mad. like the hulk mad. You guys are always having normal conversations. That one time you started to talk with another prisoner and Loki got jealous so for the sake of his life you kind of stopped talking to him, and moved him down the hall just for safety reasons.

“I need to ask you something.” You said to Thor,

“Anything.” He said with a bright smile. You sighed, how were you going to say this?

“Do you think…you could..uh….,” Thor rolled his eyes in annoyance,

“Oh come on, y/n. Spit it out” He chuckled at you. You took a deep breath in,

“Do you think you can let me in Loki’s cell?”

Thor’s smile dropped, “why would you want that?” He asked confused. You grabbed Thor’s hand and pulled his to a chair so he could sit down,

“You said it yourself, Loki is in love with me and I him. He wouldn’t hurt me.” You looked in Thor’s eyes with a pleading look.

“I don’t know, y/n.” He paused, “He doesn’t have to hurt you to escape”

“Please?” He didn’t say anything, “you promised me a fun time here. Me seeing loki will be fun”

“You did see loki,” Thor said.

“You know what I mean,” you looked around to see of anyone else was coming, “I wanna do more than just see him, Thor”

“Ah, so this is about sex?” He said loudly. Very loudly.

“Thor keep it down!” You shouted, “if anyone heard you I would most likely be put in a cell just like Loki’s” you said in a whisper, “besides, I don’t wanna do the sex with him, I just wanna hug him or something. considering we both admitted that we love each other.”

“I’ll see what I can do,”

*

“Odin,” you bowed, over these weeks you decided to actually bow to the dick because you are trying to be on his good side he doesn’t send his men to kill you and then hide your body. can he do that?

“y/n,” Odin greeted you with a glare, “How nice to see you before you leave.”

“yeah, uh about that, I am here to ask if I can extend my stay here in Asgard.” you told him with your head low.

“No,”

“But sir-” you started but he cut you off,

“I am sorry but I do not trust you and when you ask for a-”

“Odin,” Came a scolding voice, Odin sighed, “Loki is in love with girl,” she said, “what do you think will happen when she leaves and doesn’t come back?”

“Frigga, please-” Frigga cut him off by looking towards you with a gentle smile,

“Your stay is extened to whatever date you please,” she walked up to you and you stood up to your feet. She took your hands in hers, “I have been dying to meet you” you smiled awkwardly, “please excuse my husband. he doesn’t trust anyone who has a conversation with my son”

“you’re Loki’s mother?” you asked in shock, “but I though he was a-”

“I may not be his biological mother but he grew up as my son and nothing will change that” her smile stayed on her face.

“Honestly, Loki never mentioned you,” you said with a real smile, “I like you”

“come,” she said. you followed her through the halls, “You and I are the only one who visit Loki and I thank you for that, If we weren’t to visit him he would go mad.” she chuckled.

“No offence but you are so nice and respectful, why are you with a man like Odin” you asked looking at Frigga.

“Odin is a man of cruelty and rudeness but he does love me in his way” she smiled,

you scoffed, “I wish he loved me” she stopped and looked at you,

“Excuse me?” she asked in shock,

“oh god!” you laughed “not like that, I mean respected me or-or you know just being a friend”

“ah,” she laughed, “You midgardians always please me”

“you should come down to earth, I can take you to go see a movie, have you ever saw a movie?” you asked her

“movie?” she asked furrowing her eye in confusion,

“yeah, uh moving pictures.” you smiled

“as interesting as it sounds I am Asgard’s queen and I cannot leave my home” she frowned, 

“Lady y/n!” you turned around and saw a guard running up to you

“I’m no lady.” you smirked 

“Thor has requested you company in the dungeons, he says it is about what you said earlier.” The guard said, “my queen” he greeted Frigga, 

“Go,” Frigga said, “Give my boy a hug for me,” she winked.

“How did you know?” you asked the queen.

“how else did you think Thor got permission to let you in the cell? he is powerful but not that powerful. If anything were to happen to you in that cell he would be sent in the cell next to loki,” she said, “but me however, Odin would not do tat to me.”

“Thank you” you said, grinning ear to ear.

*

“I will have these 4 guards standing outside of the door,” Thor pointed to the heavily armed guards, “and the prisoner’s were moved to the other dungeon so you guys have privacy, you only have 2 hours max, if Odin finds out that you were in the cell with Loki he won’t need evidence to back up his story either he will kill you or through you off of Asgard. quit literally, like into oblivious”

“okay,” you said with wide eyes

“I’m just kidding the worst he will do is just ban you from Asgard but then mother will let you back in, she is the queen after all” Thor smiled,

“You do realize that’s not funny right” you glared as Thor chuckled, “It’s kind of funny”

you sighed and walked into the dungeon, closing the door behind you, “Loki?” you called out as you skipped down the empty hall until you came face to face with the thick wall of glass, you held up the keys so Loki could see, “guess what I got Frigga to do for me?” you smirked.

“Y/n, you can’t come in here.” Loki said sternly

“and why’s that” you asked as you walked around the cell to the door,

“Y/n, please. If I even touch you I won’t resist myself” you laughed,”so, that is what this is about?” you asked as you unlocked the door, “the horny Loki is taking a peek?” 

“No, it’s not like that. It has been awhile since I killed someone” you stopped as your hand reached the door knob,

“Are you saying you are going to kill me?” you asked, “Loki, I know you are self conscious but that’s just sad.” you said as you opened the door. Loki didn’t move, he just stood there staring at you in shock, “so,” you whispered, “Are you going to kill me or are you going to kiss me?”

“oh hell,” Loki said to himself as he ran up to you, he grasped you head in his hands and crashed his lips to yours. The first thing you see is his bright green eyes before closing them.  Everything seemed to slow down like in a romantic movie you felt all you needed was the rain. Loki’s tongue skimmed you bottom lip, asking for entrance which you happily obliged. your tongues met together. he tastes of blueberries and strawberries. it was sweat.

Loki pushed you against the wall with force and you let out a moan as the hard surface hit your back. His hands wandered down before going to your breasts. Before you could muster up a moan he quickly pulled away, “I-I’m sorry y/n. That was very inappropriate” he apologized. turning around and taking a few steps to the other side of the cell.

“What are you saying sorry for loki?” you asked walking up behind him.

“why are we doing this?” he asked turning around to face you, “what we have sex then you leave Asgard and never come back? you get to tell all of your friends on how you slept with the great Loki of Asgard?” he asked rage filling his eyes, “huh?” he grabbed you shoulders and shook you.

“what?” you asked pushing him hands off of you, “No! why would I do that to you?” you asked with shock and sadness.

“Oh I don’t know, to see if the great loki has a heart?” he asked taking you words from a couple days ago, you stared at him, you were starting to get mad.

“Excuse me?” you asked  “You are the one who kissed me, mister!”

“Yeah and maybe I’m regretting it!” He shouted back.

“oh,” you said with a face smile, “Is this anger!”

“Yes this is fucking anger!” his eyes were filled with rage.

“Oh go eat a snickers!” you screamed in his face.

“Stop with your god damn references!” 

“Miss,” Came a voice by the door, “Are you alright?”

“I’M FINE!” you shouted while Loki screamed ‘SHE’S FINE’

The guard was quick to leave.

“MAYBE I WILL STOP WITH MY REFERENCES WHEN YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A BITCH!”

“HOW AM I ACTING LIKE A BITCH?” 

“Maybe it’s because you are always whining on ‘oh Odin hit you, that’s not fair” or “I wish I can get out of this god forsaken place and live like a king” you said in a whining little girl’s voice

“I DON’T SOUND LIKE THAT!”

“I HATE YOU!”

“I can’t believe I ever loved you!”

“Go try and destroy another planet!”

“Maybe I will!” he said walked towards you, you being as clumsy as you are, tripped over something and fell to the ground, hitting your head in the process. Luckily you you didn’t pass out. you stood up and touched your wound and bringing your hand back so you can see the blood.

“You dick!” you screamed, “you did this to me!” Loki’s eyes lost their anger and were now filled with sorrow and regret.

“y/n, I-I’m sorry,” he took a step towards you. You held up your hand to stop him,

“FUCK YOU!” you said before leaving the cell. You gared at loki before you closed and locked the door behind you.

“My lady,” the guard said running up to you, “are you alright?” he asked,

“do I look fucking alright?” you snapped and stomped away.

*

“I swear I am going to kill him!” Thor shouted as he walked back and forth.

“Thor,” you said as the doctor patted your wound with a napkin, “I told you this ten times,’ you paused as Thor stopped and looked at you, “Go do then! seriously, I hate the bastard! throw him off a fucking cliff!”

“Now, now,” Frigga said as she entered the room, “You and Loki just got into a fight, Odin and I get into fights every now and then but we always love each other in the end” she said softly 

“Well,” you began, “I don’t love the fucking god he can go suck a bag of di-”

“Y/n,” Thor said, “You are talking to the queen.”

you stopped, “I’m sorry. I am just really pissed off as you can see”

“I can see very well” Frigga smiled, “You must know that it was not all of Loki’s fault” she said.

“what” you scoffed, “Uh yeah it is, he was the one who-”

“y/n,” she said sternly, “I have had the same talk with Loki. I feel as if I am talking to kids!” she said loudly, it wasn’t a scream, “Now get your act together!” You and Thor froze. It was silent until Thor started to laugh,

“Work it, mother” he chuckled. Frigga nodded and left the room.

“Wow” you said in a whisper, “I guess she gets mad.”

“She is a mother, “ Thor smirked, “It’s her job”

*

It has been two days and you were planning on leaving today, you had to be back at work or else Nick Fury would chew your ass. You were happy to be leaving, you missed your home. All you wanted to do was cuddle with your phone and watch netflix.

you stuffed your last bit of clothing in your bag and sighed, “How the hell am I going to close you?” you asked yourself.

“try sitting on it” Thor’s voice said behind you, you shrugged,

“That may work”

“Are you going to say bye to my brother?” Thor asked coming up next to you,

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I don’t think he wants to see me”

“Believe me when i say this, he does” he smiled, “he hasn’t been eating for the past couple days and he started to read alice in wonderland again”

“Good, “ you huffed, “I hope he starves to death”

“you don’t mean that” Thor said,

you sat down on your bed, “I don’t”

“Go see him, “Thor suggested, “I will finish your packing” 

“Alright”

*

“why so glum?” you asked loki as you walked in front of his cell. His head is in his hands as he sat on the side of his bed. There was food beside his bed on a small table that wasn’t touched. Beside that was ‘alice in wonderland’ opened and sitting face forward.

He looks up at you with a smile, “Y/n.”

“I heard you weren’t eating” you said with a straight face.

“oh uh,” He looked at his food, “I wasn’t hunger”

“for two days?” you asked with a small smirk on your face. Loki looked at you with tears in his eyes,

“I’m so sorry I did what I did to you the other day. It was foolish and selfish-”

“You were the one foolish?” you asked with a chuckle, “I told you to go eat a snickers” Loki laughed along with you. you stopped laughing and sighed, “Listen, I’m leaving today and I thought, well Thor thought that I should come and say bye”

“Come in here and give me a proper goodbye, then” Loki said with a small smile,

“I think we both know that’s a bad idea” you said with your hands i your pockets.

“Don’t go” He whispered,

“I have to,” You said tying not to let the tears come, “I have a job, a life”

“You can get a job here, “ Loki said tears streaming down his face, “You could live here too, mother already likes you and well you’ll grow on Odin”

“I can’t. You know why Loki. I can’t just drop everything and stay here in Asgard. I have friends there family. And I know if I do stay here Steve and Tony will hunt me down and drag me back” you laughed.

“Those god forsaken avengers are always winning” Loki growled under his breath but you heard.

“Loki, please. let’s not fight” you said closing your eyes,

“Then don’t leave!” Loki begged you, “please! I love you! You can’t leave!”

“I’m sorry! but I have to” you said, tears now streaming down your face to, “Good bye loki” you said softly.

“No! No! No! Please” Loki cried, “DON’T GO!”

You kept walking, ignoring his cries and left the dungeon with your heart broken.

*

“Here we are,” Thor smiled as he dropped your bags on your couch, “Home sweet uh….Home” he slowed down as he saw your dog run up to you, “How do you live with that vial creature?” he asked you as you laughed when your dog kissed your ear.

“It’s called a pet,” You said smiling, ‘You should get one”

“uh, no” Thor said, “I got to go. Father doesn’t like it much that I’m aloe with you,” he laughed as you quickly gave him a hug.

“I’m going t miss you” Thor said hugging you back. 

“Me too” you let go of Thor and he left.

“Just me and you now” you said to your dog, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. ou turned around and saw ‘alice in wonderland’ on your coffee table beside your couch, Thor must have left it for you.

You picked it up and a piece of paper fell from it, Slowly you picked it up and unfolded it.

It read,

I figured you would want this back - L

p.s: I love you.

******

And I’m done!

Oneshot: Steve and Bucky are both in love with you (with alternate endings!)

“Did you see that last shot?” You asked excitedly as you walked back in to the Avengers Tower with Bucky.

“You bet I did,” He said, hi-fiving you, “We make a pretty good team, Y/N.”

“That we do, Barnes,” You laughed.

“Y/N, Bucky, you’re back!” Steve greeted you.

“Steve, you should’ve seen Y/N out there today. I mean she was really something else,” Bucky winked at you.

“I actually pay attention during training, Buck,” You laughed, “Steve, Bucky and I are going to change and head out, you wanna come?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, “Y/N, I really don’t think Steve wants to come.”

“What? Of course he does, don’t you Steve?”

Steve understood Bucky’s expression and he spoke, “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll pass. Besides, I think Nat was looking for you. She needs to run some stuff by you before her debriefing.”

Bucky’s face turned into a frown.

“Oh, okay. Maybe another time then Bucky?” You said, straightening your clothes out and trying to unbuckle your weapons belt.

“Here, I’ll do it,” Steve said as he unbuckled the belt from behind you. “Thanks Steve, you’re a life saver,” You pecked his cheek.

Steve’s face reddened as Bucky’s shoulders tensed up, but you thought nothing of it.

“Bye boys,” You sang as you made your way down the hallway.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Bucky spoke, “Steve, I’m in love with Y/N.”

Steve’s head shot up, “I know you are, Buck. I think we’re going to have a problem… because I feel the same way about her,” He sighed.

“So what do we do?”

“We both need to tell her how we feel and let her decide. I love her enough to want her to be happy. If being with you makes her happy, then so be it,” Steve said sadly.

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A/N: Sorry for the archaic links haha I’m using the app!

Reader chooses Bucky:

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Reader chooses Steve:

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IMAGINE: You were “Peggy” TITLE: There Is No Future Without You (GIRL READER) _

1942 wasn’t your year. Being a female during this time was hard, especially when you worked for the government. You worked for an organization called Strategic Scientific Reserve; SSR for short. To make matters worse you were assigned to work with the military for a new project. Today was the day you met the new recruits and you weren’t the least bit excited.

You walked with a kick in your step. You eyed the men in front of you stopping to stare a few seconds longer at the shortest and scrawniest of the bunch. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute. You continued to analyze the group as you spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, I’m Agent L/N. I supervise all operations of this division.”

“Hey, sweet cheeks. What’s a gal like you doing working for the US Army?” One of the men spoke.

You refrained yourself from smirking. You looked at him with a firm look, “What’s your name, soldier?”

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” He glanced at his friends before doing as told and moved to stand in front of you, “Put you right foot forward.”

“Are we dancing? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” That was all he needed to say for you to snap. Without a second thought you, you through your fist feeling as it connected with his face.

-

The car had been silent with a hint of awkward. You sat up straight, waiting for you two to make it to the facility. The moment you saw Steve you knew he would be picked. He may not have been the biggest, or the tannest, but he had the heart and will that was needed. You had just hoped he would be the only subject. You didn’t know if you could take watching others be put through the testing.  

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve spoke,” I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He pointed out each place like it was some kind of achievement, which it kind of was.

You refrained yourself from chuckling, “Did you have something against running away?”

“You start running they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, push back.” The two of you locked eyes, “Can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” All those times you tried to be more than just the girl in the RSS you would always be shoved back down. You were never given the chance to show your potential.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to’ join the army if you’re a beautiful dame. Or a beautiful…a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but-”

You smiled softly at his awkwardness, “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“This is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.” He smiled sheepishly, “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced?” You couldn’t believe that anyone would not give such a gentleman a chance. If you weren’t under strict orders to not get involved with anyone at work, then you might have given the blonde a chance.

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years just didn’t seem to matter that much. Figured I’d wait.” He shrugged.

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

“Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Steve poured himself a glass of what you assumed was alcohol while he barely glanced at you as you approached him.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects.” You replied knowingly. You took a seat next to him unsure of what to say. You were never good at comforting people. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Did you read the reports?” Steve asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” You answered.

He finally looked you in the eye, “Then you know that’s not true.”

You placed your hand onto his. “You did everything you could.” You swallowed thickly as your hand began to grip his, “Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” He barely nodded. “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He must have thought you were worth it.”

Your words seemed to strike a cord with him as he squeezed your hand, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

You smiled in return, “You won’t be alone.”

-

“Wait!” You stopped the taller man. Trying to grip his suit, you pulled him into kiss that nearly stunned him, “Go get him.”

Steve looked at Phillips as a blush covered his pale cheeks. Phillips rolled his eyes, “I’m not kissin’ you!”

Steve looked back you taking the words from the Colonel as a single to leave. He smiled before he ran off. If you had just known that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a very long time.

-

The radio sounded loudly. Whoever was trying to contact you wasn’t very understand with the static, but you knew who it was. You were quick to press the button to talk to him, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

Steve. He was alive. You almost shouted in glee at his voice. Almost.

“What about the plane?” You asked in hope.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.” He responded quickly.

You bit your lip. “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

“There’s not going to be a safe landing.” His next words tore your heart, “But I can try and force it down.”

“I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You tried to reason. Your eyes were already glazing over as your gripped the com tighter.

“There’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice wavered, “We have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.”

You sniffled. You were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.” Steve’s voice broke at the last word. He wasn’t going to come back.

“Alright.” You played long with this fantasy, “A weak, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late!” A tear escaped your eye, “Okay?”

“You know; I still don’t know how to dance.” He grunted on the other end.

“I’ll show you how.” You smiled sadly, “Just be there.”

“You’ll have the band play somethin’ slow. I’d hate to step on your-” Static.

“Steve?” You asked. No reply. Your lips let out a sob, but your hand never left the button as you spoke, “Remember, don’t be late.”

-

“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just- I had a date.” _ DATE: February 1st, 2016

NOTES: I made myself sad

Some fairly good-looking stranger. ( buckyxreader )

So hi guys, this is my first fic, story, imagine, call it the way you want to.

I apologize if there’s something wrong with the grammar, I’m not a native English speaker so, sorry, really.

And this is the end, lmao. Hope you like it!

(I’m too sleepy to send you the link so here you go @marveliskindacool)

Warnings: language maybe? Idk, description of stitching wounds, and that’s it, really.

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loose ends

Summary: He picks up a photo on a bookshelf and Bucky sees her face, her smile between him and Steve and-

He’s breaking down a door, she’s screaming. Metal around her throat, nothing more than choked gasps from her mouth-

-he does not want this memory back.

Word Count: 1225

Warnings: Character death, torture, murder.

He’s so far gone when they find him, incoherently mumbling while unconscious. HYDRA already knows his name – Sergeant James Barnes, from the 107th. If anything, it’s a reunion seeing him back in the lab and Zola smiles as he’s placed on the medical table, already measuring the circumference of his arm.

There was a train, he knows. Memories of a man in blue reaching for him swirling around his mind, and then of a woman he left behind, far before the snow and tracks.

He wakes up and neither of them are there, yet something nags at the back of his mind, telling him that they should be, would be. His vision is hazy but he can make out a man that should be his enemy, the phantom feeling in his left arm before he’s strapped down, despite being too drugged to lift a finger. There’s something digging into his temples, someone says go and-

He’s slipping. Every scream that falls past his lips takes a piece of him with it and he shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

Steve’s always telling him, “be careful,” and Bucky always replies, “I am.”

But he’s not and he slips into a diner and into a booth, as far away from the windows as possible. He’s learnt that no matter how little money you have, you can get into anywhere as long as you look like you’re supposed to be there so he does, slouching in the seat and smiling at the girl already sitting there.

“Hey,” he turns on his charm and she’s more amused than flattered. Her eyes flicker upwards to the guys that run by the window, engrossed in the pursuit of someone. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

What is your name?

James Buchanan Barnes.

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

The scientist frowns, marks something down on paper.

“Go again.”

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Steggy au: The world Steve woke up to after 70 years had changed … except for his best girl who was as brave, tenacious and beautiful as ever. “Howard had his theories, your blood, vita-ray exposure, that kiss, but nothing conclusive really to explain my accelerated healing.”                     As always, they made a formidable team and together they fought to bring down Hydra once and for all. [ my steggy secret santa gift for galaxyqueenrey ]

Great

Home - a Captain America/Steggy fanfic

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

So I had this idea after seeing the trailer for Civil War, and some people saying Steve might actually die. And I wondered, can a super soldier die? And what goes through Steve Rogers’ mind, when he realizes he’s dying? Morbid, I know, but then I thought of something that could be done for him, by someone on his team, in the last minutes of his life (Just a warning that I didn’t do too much research on this person’s powers, just based it off of the MCU ‘verse).

Also, this scene resonated with me, and heavily influences this story:

Rating: K

Words: 638

Summary: In which we find out that super soldiers can die, and a priceless gift is given.

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH

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