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Friend of mine requested a greaser/motorcycle-esque Stucky
Only had time for ol’ Bucky and a shitty motorcycle
Also I’m only a sketch-artist now yay
happy for you
pairing: bucky x black!reader
word count: 370
summary: after being gone for two years, you come back to find a little surprise.
warnings: none
a/n: i know natasha cannot have kids but let’s just say she can here.
part 1: if only
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it has been two years since i had last been in that tower, steve had sent me on a long mission which required me to live a different life.
i was excited to come back and see everyone. no one but steve knew where i was and i had contact with absolutely no one but steve.
i walked into the tower with my suitcases and look around the tower, it looks the same as when i left.
i heard talking coming from the kitchen, i walk towards the kitchen quietly and stood in the doorway quietly.
i cleared my throat and everyone looked towards me, i swear tony’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me.
peter got out of his seat and ran over to me, hugging me. after peter everyone piled in to make a a big group hug. eventually everyone pulls away from the hug and bombards you with questions.
as i’m talking with everyone i hear tiny giggles and a goofy roar come into the kitchen, i look up and see bucky holding a child in his arms.
i notice the little girl cock her head as she looks at me. her eyes are blue and her hair is reddish-brown, the perfect mixture of her parents.
i smile at her and she smiles back holding out her arms to me, bucky puts her down and she waddles over to me. i pick her up and sit her in my lap, her hands immediately go to hair playing with the curls.
“we’ll give you two a moment alone” steve says guiding everyone out of the kitchen, leaving bucky and i alone.
“so how is it, married life” i ask and he sits down next to me,
“it’s great” he admits and i smile.
“you finally got it, the family you wanted” i look at him and he nods.
“yeah, i’m a full time family man” he jokes and i laugh
“what’s her name” i ask looking at the little girl.
“sarah rebecca barnes” he says and i smile before looking at him.
“its beautiful” he smiles at my response.
“i’m happy finally, it feels nice” he says and i smile
“i’m happy for you”
when did this happen?
pairing: bucky x black!reader, sam x reader (platonic), sarah x reader (platonic)
word count: 461
summary: you and sam have a conversation about buckys type but you and bucky have a little surprise that he doesn’t know about.
warnings: none
a/n: this takes place a year after where captain america and the winter soldier ended, and ofc
“y/n you can not tell me after two years in wakanda that bucky doesn’t want him some chocolate” sam says and i giggle.
“we’ll never know” i say and he groans.
“come on y/n that man was like uncooked chicken when he went to wakanda and now he’s like a chicken that’s just came off the grill you know what i’m saying” he says and i laugh.
“you’re never going to let this go are you” i ask and he shakes his head
“no because i know that man wants him some chocolate ” he says and i laugh.
“there is no way you stay in wakanda for two years surrounded by all of these beautiful women and not like chocolate” he says throwing his hand up in the air.
“he was in the mountains with a goat sam, i don’t think he did much mingling” i say and he rolls his eyes.
“sarah help me out here” he asks sarah and she gives him a look.
“sam i’m not doing this with you” she said and laughed
“bucky may like black women but we’ll never know unless he says something about it” i say and he nods.
1 week later
i was in the kitchen making breakfast with sarah when bucky came into the kitchen with sam, bucky walked over to me and gave me a quick peck before sitting on the counter.
i look over and see sarah smile before looking at sam, i look at sam and see his jaw hanging open.
“WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN” he asks waving his hand between bucky and i.
“a year ago after the cookout” i answer and he puts his hands up as he shouts in victory.
“so i was right” he says with a smirk and bucky looks at me confused.
“right about what” bucky asks
“about how you liked chocolate” sam says and bucky looks even more confused and sam sighs “we were talking about how you like black women” he said and bucky nods understanding now.
“it was more sam trying to convince me on something i already knew” i say and sam rolls his eyes“he also called you an uncooked chicken” i say and sam gives me a look.
“really y/n” sam groans and i giggle.
“before you became cap you were literally called ‘the falcon’” bucky says making sarah and i laugh.
“but it’s way cooler than a chicken alright” sam defends and bucky rolls his eyes
“ok sam” bucky says obviously over the situation.
sam and bucky start arguing about god knows what. i look at sarah and she looks at me and we both laugh.
“how do we deal with this every month” sarah asks and i laugh
“i have absolutely no clue”
firsts
pairing: bucky x daughter!reader , natasha x daughter!reader, bucky x natasha
request: @maximeevansblog The reader (me) is the adopted Child of bucky and natasha and the reader is nevous for her first mission and her parents tell her that everything is gonna be allright, and the mission is complete and the reader is also badly injurd, her mom and dad and Bruce takes care of her and a lott of fluff thanks.
warnings: mentions of violence, blood and injuries
a/n: i love this request
today was my first mission.
to say i was absolutely terrified would be an understatement, yes i was trained by the best assassins know to man but still things could go wrong.
i was in the quinjet with my mom and dad in the way to the hydra base that had a flash drive we needed.
the flash drive has everything we need to know about hydras plan to created new facilities and create more super soldiers, like my dad.
“what’s wrong doll” my dad asks brings me out of my thoughts.
“i’m just a little nervous that’s all” i assure and he nods.
“there no need to be nervous, we’ll be right here waiting for you and if you need us we’ll be there” my mom says patting my knee and i smile at her.
“we’re here” clint yells and i sigh before making sure every weapon is in its proper spot and that my ear piece is secure.
“you got this” dad cheers and i smile before walking out of the quinjet and towards the big building.
i quietly walk towards the front door and choke out the two guards in the front, i grab one of their cards and swipe it before going into the building.
“the drive we need is on the far end of the building it should be in room 197” dad says into my earpiece.
i run down the hallway just to be met my three guys, they all come charging at me, i grab my gun and shoot one of them in the leg and he falls.
one guy comes up to my side and cuts my arm and i hiss before grabbing his head and smashing it into the wall. the last guy comes up to me and throws a punch but misses and i right hook him and he’s out.
i heard a lot of footsteps coming from down the hall, i look over my shoulder and see five hydra soldiers coming for me. i sprint down the hallway and go into the room with the flash drive, i see a guard and shoot him before i walk over to the computer and take the drive out.
as i start the encryption for the security breach i hear my dad voice in my ear piece “forget the encryption you gotta get out of there now”.
i do as he says until i feel a sharp pain pierce through my shoulder and i fall to the ground. i look at my shoulder and see blood pooling out if it at an alarming rate.
i grit my teeth to control the scream i want to let out as i get up from off of the floor. i grab my glock 17 and walk down the hallway, i shoot every hydra agent in my way until my amo runs out.
as soon as i get to the door a soldier pistol whips me and i groan, he’s a lot bigger than me and has the obvious advantage.
i do my best to fight him off with a gunshot wound, the man continuously makes blows at my ribs and stomach.
“dad, mom” i call out “i could use some help here” i say as the guys sends another blow to my stomach.
i heart two gunshots and the soldier falls in the ground in front of me, i looks up and see my mom and dad running up to me.
dad picks me up and i let out a painful cry as he does, he carefully walks out of the building and onto the jet. he puts me on the stretcher and my vision starts to get blurry before everything goes black.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
i wake up and a harsh light is blinding my vision, when my vision adjusts i look around and see bruce and my parents sitting across from my bed.
“you’re up” dad yells and comes to kiss my forehead and i smile.
“did you guys get the drive” i ask and they both nod.
“we’re very proud of you” my mom says and i smile.
“how bad is it bruce” i ask and he sighs as he grabs his clipboard.
“you’re right collar bone is shattered, you have three broken ribs luckily none of them punctured a lung, and doctor cho was able to fix your stab wound while you were sleeping” he finished and i nod my head slowly taking it all in.
“how long will i be out for” i ask bruce and he puts his clipboard down.
“a couple months of healing and a lot of physical therapy” he says and i nod and slowly grin.
“what are you making that face” my dad asks and i giggle.
“you guys get to take care of me” i say and they all groan, i laugh until i feel a sharp pain in my ribs.
“you ok” they all ask at the same time and i smile
“i’m fine guys” i say and i watch relief flood all of their faces.
“this is going to be a long couple of months” mom says and i giggle.
“oh most definitely”
i hope this was good :)
Winter
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summery: you just missed him… you missed Winter
“So if that’s all Cap-“ Tony started saying but an alarm interrupted him. “What… FRIDAY? What’s going on?”
“Someone unauthorized accessed the perimeter sir”- FRIDAY said and everyone at that was ready to fight already
“FRIDAY Why didn’t you stop them?”
“I couldn’t Mr Stark”
“What… FRIDAY-“
“Tony we don’t have time for this”- Steve said while exiting the room
“I just don’t understand, FRIDAY should have stopped anyone from entering and let us know someone was trying to…”
“Yeah Tony that’s not really reassuring ”- Sam snarked
“That wasn’t my intention, birdboy”
“Guys stop it, this is not the moment. FRIDAY where is the intruder?”-Steve said trying to regain the control of the situation, because even if now wasn’t the right time to talk about it, he shared Tony’s concerns: something wasn’t right he could feel it, FRIDAY had always been able to stop anyone who tried to enter the compound, so why hadn’t she now? What was different about this one?
“She is in Sergeant Barnes’ room”- Bucky could feel everyone staring at him
“I didn’t do anything”- he felt like he should defend himself… He always felt like he had to defend himself… ALWAYS; it was mostly his fault, really: he knew everyone had gotten over his past, even Tony had forgiven him for his parents, he had finally seen Bucky wouldn’t have done it if he had been himself. Bucky was the only one who wasn’t ready to move on and forgive himself yet, he still felt the need to wipe the ledge clean like Natasha would say. And now this? What was happening now? Why had it always have something to do with him.
“We know you didn’t do anything wrong Buck”- Steve was always ready to reassure him, he was a good friend like that. -“let’s go see what’s going on? Maybe it’s not something bad”
“Right because a stranger breaching the compound to chill in Barnes’ room is something good for sure”- everybody rolled their eyes at Tony’s sarcasm. Stark pulled the footage of Bucky’s room and the last thing Bucky was expecting was a beautiful woman standing in the middle of his room just looking around. She didn’t even seem armed
“She seems armless”- Clint said and the stranger immediately looked right in the hidden camera’s eye
“You had to say that, didn’t you”- Sam snarked as soon as the girl’s eyes started to glow
“Hey there”- the stranger said and suddenly the camera went off
“Tony what happened?”- Steve asked, “why did we lose eyes”
“I don’t know… it’s like I’m cut off from the system. FRIDAY put the vigilance system back online”- Tony asked the A.I.
“Authorization required”
“What?”- Tony was speechless
“We have to go in there, she is trapped. Bucky’s room has only one entrance we need to keep our advantage”- Natasha started leading them towards the bedroom without even waiting for their answers.
They barely made it to the hallway that the stranger was already there, waiting for them.
“Hello there”- she said like she had always been there , like she hadn’t just entered one of the most secured place on Earth.
Tony took a step closer to the stranger while keeping her at gun point.
“What do you want? And why don’t you also tell me what you did to FRIDAY, while you are here?”
“FRIDAY, is that your AI name, Mr Stark? You should really be proud of her, she gave me a run for my money”
“I am”- Tony said, he really couldn’t figure you out
“Your AI is fine, I would never hurt such a masterpiece, she is just taking a break”- you said while looking patiently at all of them.
“I’m gonna ask you one last time, why are you here?”- you knew Stark was a second away from shooting you, but you were bored of your conversation with him already, so you moved your attention to the real reason you were there and once you did you only had eyes for him.
“Winter”- you whispered.
you had waited so long to come to him. You knew you weren’t supposed to, you knew he had asked you to wait for him to come to you not the other way around, but it had been so long and you had watched him almost every day on the news, you knew he was free so why hadn’t he come to you? Why?
The team saw you looking at Bucky and they really didn’t know what to do: they needed to hold you for questioning but they were almost scared of what was going to happen if they were to attack you: you had been able to enter the compound despite FRIDAY, what should they expect from you?
“Bucky”- Steve said
“Who is Bucky?”- you said before you could stop yourself and Bucky could have laughed at the irony of the situation if everyone hadn’t been looking at him- “Winter”- you said once again while looking at the blue eyes that you still dreamed at night
“I’m not the winter soldier anymore”- Bucky didn’t know what else to say
“What… Of course you are not the winter soldier anymore, you never actually were. Winter what’s…”- you suddenly stopped. Bucky could see your eyes suddendly shining with tears, they had barely started forming but he could see them and, without even knowing why, he felt his heart hurt for you
“Oh no…”- you started once again, only looking at him, you were at gun point but nothing else mattered to you but him -“will you look at the moon tonight?”- you asked to Winter
“What? The moon… I”- Bucky was speechless, he didn’t know what you were saying, he didn’t know what was happening… what he knew was that apparently he was crushing you
“The moon? This chick is crazy”- Sam whispered to Bucky who stopped looking at you to glare at Sam
“Winter, please tell me you will look at the moon tonight”- you were full on crying now
“Ok that’s enough Miss, you’re going to come willingly with us and tell us how and why you entered the compound”- Tony had had enough of it
“Yeah I don’t think so”- your eyes started glowing again and Bucky could see the change happening in you: there was nothing left of the soft hurt girl that he saw until a second ago-“FRIDAY isolate the avengers and put them to sleep right now”
They didn’t even had the time to attack you because bullet proof glasses surrounded them. It didn’t mattered how many times Tony asked FRIDAY to deactivate the isolation protocol, she wasn’t listening. You watched them slowly succumb to the sleeping gas, you could see Bucky trying to resist but not even a super soldier could last forever
“Goodbye Winter”- was the last thing Bucky heard before everything went black
“FRIDAY send me all the file you have on the winter soldier”- you said once you were sure all of them were out
“Of course miss”
“And FRIDAY. Im sorry to do this to you, but please delete any footage, any sound, any information you have on me from all of your system please”-you said while looking one last time at Winter before leaving the compound.
You thought you had found him, but he wasn’t your Winter, not anymore. Your heart was broken but you didn’t let yourself feel the hurt for long, you couldn’t break… you just couldn’t.
You kept walking, leaving as much space as you could between you and the man you loved… who didn’t even know who you were!
A.N.: Reader is inhuman but her gift has nothing to do with the one Blink has in The Gifted, I just imagine reader’s eyes would look like Blink’s when she’s using her powers
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES
FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️
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Sunday (Anti) Shipping (Black Panther Spoilers)
Rant under the link - really don’t want to accidentally spoil someone...
Can someone explain to me why people are shipping...
...Shuri and Bucky? Anybody?
Shuri is SIXTEEN!
Bucky is in the triple digits - “But he was frozen for awhile so it’s not that simple...”
Yes it is! Even when ignoring Bucky’s time on and off ice during the decades - Bucky was in his late 20s / early 30s when he fell from the train in The First Avenger. That’s right folks Bucky is roughly TWICE Shuri’s age!
The Star Wars fandom were utterly divided by the TEN year age difference between Rey and Ben Solo / Kylo Ren; however, Rey is nineteen in The Force Awakens and Kylo is twenty-nine. Maybe that’s just too large of a gap for some, but I’ll take it every day of the week rather than consider a close to fifteen year gap which leaves one of the two characters still underage!
I’ve seen Black Panther twice now in theaters, I don’t know what other folks are seeing when they say Bucky’s making eyes at Shuri. Maybe there are different cuts of the film and I just haven’t seen that one? The Shuri we know and love isn’t even herself in that scene, she’s subdued and in my opinion, comes off a little annoyed. Meanwhile, I think after being tortured by HYDRA for decades, followed by being haunted that a series of words, read in a certain pattern, could send him back into that tortured soul the last thing on Buck’s mind is a girl.
It just feels like such a weird thing to focus on, there wasn’t a huge rush right after Steve awoke for fans to have him thinking with his little head, so why is it being applied to Bucky?
I spent more than five years working on combatting child exploitation online. Everything from infants being abused up to tweens falling for fake Justin Bieber and beyond (I also worked “sextortion” and seen grown adults fall into a predator’s trap). Am I letting my views from my experiences impact my view? Damn right I am. It’s a dishonor to both Bucky and Shuri - marking him as a predator and Shuri needing a love interest instead of being able to rock her genius self and impact the entire world.
Have You Seen This Fanfic?
I once again find myself turning to fellow fandom lovers in hopes of finally tracking down a Bucky fic that has been on my mind for YEARS!!!
It’s a super angsty fic, where the heroine (I can’t remember if she’s a “Reader” or OFC) loves Bucky but he starts dating someone else (I want to say it was Dottie?) Buck begins neglecting his Avenger duties and when the heroine gets into a life or death situation (because Buck refuses to go with her / he won’t answer his phone?) it might be too late to save her.
I want to say it was a five chapter fic, I read it all but the last chapter and of all the fanfic that I’ve ever read this one HAUNTS ME! Buck was such a dick to the heroine and seemed rattled when he realizes he may have caused her death.
IT HAS BEEN FOUND!!
I CANNOT thank @xoxalwayschangingxox for pointing me totally in the right direction!!! Especially since time had warped certain parts of the story in the summary I provided 😅
The so-much-better-than-I-remembered-it story is the five-part I Needed You by @ofheroesandvillains - I’ve linked it here because _everyone_ needs to give it a read IMO!
@xoxalwayschangingxox I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am, I can only hope that one day I can return the favor or pay it forward ❤️
Have You Seen This Fanfic?
I once again find myself turning to fellow fandom lovers in hopes of finally tracking down a Bucky fic that has been on my mind for YEARS!!!
It’s a super angsty fic, where the heroine (I can’t remember if she’s a “Reader” or OFC) loves Bucky but he starts dating someone else (I want to say it was Dottie?) Buck begins neglecting his Avenger duties and when the heroine gets into a life or death situation (because Buck refuses to go with her / he won’t answer his phone?) it might be too late to save her.
I want to say it was a five chapter fic, I read it all but the last chapter and of all the fanfic that I’ve ever read this one HAUNTS ME! Buck was such a dick to the heroine and seemed rattled when he realizes he may have caused her death.
— Call me
Pairing: bestfriend!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.1 k
Warnings: talks about a bad date, insecurities, some major flirting, and smut ( masturbation, oral sex, sorta innocence kink... )
Synopsis: After a bad date you decide to call up your good friend Bucky, aka your shoulder to cry on. Bucky hates the reason you called, but he just loves to hear your voice.
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI !!!!!!
Sunshine:
12:05 am
Can I call you?
He sat up looking at the screen with wide eyes like he’d misread the message. He didn’t. You were asking to call him. Of course he agreed in a quick text putting his hands on his face until he felt it vibrate across the covers. The screen read Sunshine and he felt a stupid smile on his face. Unhesitating he laid back against the pillows and put the phone to his ear. “Hey.” He said softly. It was quiet but he heard a sniffle and he immediately felt terrible. “Oh honey, I'm sorry.” From what he understood, you’d gone on another bad date. “It’s not your fault.” You laughed but there was a hint of sadness in there. “What’re you cryin’ for love bug?”
You could’ve died hearing his tired voice over the phone. Where the courage to call came from, you weren’t sure. But you were thankful for it. Bucky was a friend, nothing more, nothing less. You felt like you could confide in him so easily, and he sounded so sweet it nearly sent you into another fit of tears. “Well, I went on date…It went…r-really bad” You explained, trying to maintain a little composure. There was a shifting sound and you anxiously ran your hands over your blanket. “Well…I won’t say I told you so, but…any man with a picture of himself holding any sort of hunting gear is automatically a piece of shit.” He said, clearly referring to the conversation you’d had with him a few days before.
“You don’t know that Bucky! He could be nice! He’s got a nice smile…”
“Babe…He looks like he would rather have sex with his car than a woman.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, even though you know he was right. It still hurts though. This happened way too often, and sometimes it left you feeling like you were getting what you deserved. For being so naive to think anyone look at you as more than a sexual object.
“You’re right..” You sighed.
You felt like a damn teenager on the phone with your crush. It felt irredemably stupid but he was entertaining you. His voice was enough to make you forget about any shitty tinder date you ever had. “Yeah?” Something about the tone of his voice had really entertained the worst part of your mind. It was quiet for a second. “I think you should stop looking online…and look around you.” You bit your lip thinking about it for a second. The implication of what he could mean by that went straight to your head. The part of your brain that was specifically reserved for daydreaming about your friend.
“I should. I know I should…but I’m going to end up dying alone at this rate.” He laughed on the other line taking a deep breath. “Babe...Now that’s dramatic. You won’t die alone. I can promise you that. There is someone out there for you and they're just gonna look at you like you hung the stars in the sky..”
His voice sounded different when he said that. Just a little softer than usual, like he was really imagining that scenario. You felt your cheeks heating up and instinctively reached up and rubbed your neck, fighting the urge to scream into your pillow.
“You’re gonna find someone sunshine…and I can’t wait to see the smile on your face when you do.”
Every bit of him hated saying that.
As much as he wanted you to be happy, a deeply selfish part of himself never minded when you came crying to him. Of course, he always would take care of whatever idiot decided to treat you badly, but it still never changed the fact that you weren’t looking at him. Not the way he wanted you to.
Sometimes you’d act nervous around Bucky, but that was how you always were. You were sweet to him, but you were sweet to everyone. To him, you treated him like you did anyone else. He took what he could get though. These calls late at night were something he begrudgingly looked forward to. He wanted to be more than the friend you called when you weren’t feeling the best. He wanted to be the person that kissed the tears off your cheeks, and held you all night long.
“I hope so.” You sighed.
He could hear you shifting around and he smiled at the thought of you tossing and turning to get comfortable. After a moment of silence you just kept talking, saying whatever came to mind. Bucky put his phone on speaker and laid it on his pillow, closing his eyes as he listened to you ramble on. Occasionally you would giggle and there were some still distressed sniffles that would come through.
Listening to your voice made him feel something.
Closing his eyes he could just picture you laying across from him, talking about nothing while he just fought the urge to make you stop talking. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but the way you were babbling about absolutely nothing made him think you just didn’t want to end the call.
“I’m talking too much…I’m sorry Bucky.” You laughed nervously.
“No…I like listening to your voice baby.”
Immediately you felt like all the air had been sucked out of your bedroom. The little endearments he always slipped in never failed to make your heart flutter. “Bucky…you can’t be talking to me like that.” You laugh, and try to ward off the thoughts that were creeping up on you. That sweet laughter came through the line and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.
“M’sorry love bug…can’t help it. I like making you all giggly. Every time I say anything like that, even if I can’t see you, I know you’re just smiling.”
You could hear the sly smile in his voice. In your head you could see that smile he always gave you when he was up to no good. No good being his incessant need to make you squirm. Absent-mindedly you reached across the bed and ran your fingers across the cool sheets. “You’re a good man Bucky…” You sighed, closing your eyes.
There was a little huff of laughter followed by a sigh, “I’m glad you think so.”
Listening to the faintest sounds of him breathing you closed your eyes and grabbed a pillow holding it close to you. As much as you wanted to continue this, you knew that your groggy emotions would only end up getting you in trouble. “Goodnight Bucky…Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me…I wouldn’t stay on the phone with just anyone like this.”
He forces out a yawn and sighs, “Goodnight sunshine.”
“I’ll talk to you later Buck…Don’t dream about me.”
“Oh now I definitely will.”
You laughed and pressed the red button. Now it was all quiet, and you were left to your own devices. Squeezing the pillow a little harder you couldn’t help but smile. Bucky never failed to leave you feeling better than you were before. Cuddling into the blankets you let your mind wander, and eventually you lulled yourself.
Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy for Bucky. His mind was wide awake and racing. Instead of putting his phone down he mindlessly flipped through some things, and somehow he settled on you. Scrolling through your instagram aimlessly and watching the little videos you had posted. He was thinking about how sweet your sleepy voice was, and how cute you must’ve looked. Turning his phone over he stared at the ceiling feeling the familiar pull of lust in the pit of his stomach.
Do not even think about it James. Touching yourself like a teenager? All because you heard a girl’s voice over the phone? Control.
He scolded himself internally until a familiar idea came to mind. One way or another his mind drifted to seeing you the other evening at Steve’s house. That black dress that really left no room for anything other than the imagination of a man who hadn’t really looked at a woman in a very long time.
Technically he had a fling here and there but that was just momentary pleasure, he was looking at you like you were a permanent solution to his ever present loneliness. Groaning in frustration he sat up looking at his door – it was locked. Like it was a chore he grabbed his phone and opened up the browser.
This was a slippery slope, and he knew it, but he needed to let it out. The tightness of his boxer’s was becoming annoying and he carelessly slipped his hand beneath the fabric barely touching himself but reacting harshly. He had to remind himself that it had been awhile and to take it easy or he’d last maybe a minute.
Over the years he’d refined his interests. He liked rough things, control, and sweet words. It seemed easy enough, but finding that perfect mixture without doing it himself was impossible to find online. When he found the perfect thing he kept the link in a locked note on his phone. It was tedious and made him feel slightly stupid, but the momentary pleasure it granted him was not comparable.
He also felt that he was old enough that if for some reason some critiqued his habits then he could easily tell them to fuck off and move on with life. Now he found that one video that never failed to do the trick.
Sure, it was obscene really, but whoever this woman was being egregiously fucked in the mouth didn’t seem to mind.
He didn’t have to look very long, because his mind took that played up scenario and ran with it. Throwing his head back against the pillows he thought about you. As wrong as it felt, he did. Fantasizing about you sinking to your knees with that all too innocent look on your face.
“Bucky, I don’t know…”
He could hear it so clearly and he stroked himself in an odd pattern that felt way too good. He would lean down and kiss you softly savoring the taste of your lips. Those plush lips that always had some kind of gloss on. Holding your face in his hands he’d run his fingers over your skin as if to put you at ease.
“Oh baby, I can show you. You look so pretty down here.”
Groaning at the thought of a sweet smile on your lips as you put your trust in him. You’d blush at the praise and he’d grab your hair tie and pull your hair back. He’d unzip his pants and free himself from the boxer’s that became far too tight. Changing his pace he pumped himself harder – desperately – and he felt his leg twitching hopelessly. You’d give him a shy look and he’d guide your hand to his cock.
“Bucky… you’re too big.”
Your eyes would be almost as big as his ego.
Nearly letting himself go he took a shaky breath feeling the pre-cum leaking from his almost painful erection. Grabbing your face he’d slip his fingers past your lips feeling how warm it was, feeling your tongue press against his fingers. You wouldn’t cough, You wouldn’t even look uncomfortable.
“Little bit at a time, hm?”
Hesitantly you would nod then put the most gentle on the underside of his cock. “Holy shit.” He groaned upset with how he was torturing himself with this imagery.
Metal gripped at the sheets while flesh gripped at flesh.
You’d wrap your lips around him and he’d hold onto your hair whispering profanities. Pulling you until you took him all the way, and he’d revel in the warm feeling of your mouth. Pulling back he’d smile at the thin string of saliva that connected the two of you.
“Good?”
You’d say in a breathless voice. His sweet little sunshine looked for praise he’d so willingly give.
“Baby, you’re so good. Amazing. Perfect. My girl.”
He’d say, just possessive as he could be shoving his cock down your throat rather aggressively. He’d go until he couldn’t anymore, and you wouldn’t so much as whine in complaint. Finishing in your mouth watching you take it so well. He’d straighten himself up then grabbing you up grinning at the way your makeup had run down your face.
“Did you?”
He would ask curiously, encouraging you to open your mouth. You’d wiggle in his lap sticking Your tongue out, and he’d see no trace of his spend.
“Hm. What a good girl.”
Gripping the sheets he groaned and tried catching his breath.
Bucky blinked a few times bringing himself back to reality.
Then a crushing realization dawned on him.
He’d have to look you in the eyes again, and pretend he didn’t think about the most heinous shit ever. Pretend like he didn’t just make an absolute mess of himself in the late hours of night thinking about fucking your mouth. Looking down he was quietly disappointed in himself, but at the same time the monster in his mind was slightly appeased.
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guys i made a meme and also i need context behind this image
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 1:
“Hey Y/N, Tony is here” I hear Karen say as she stands by the door.
“Send him in” I sigh mentally preparing myself for his presances. I have an idea on why he is here. I haven’t been answering his phone calls, emails, mail, and he even had the decency to send multiple strangers with phones in their hands already on a call with him so I didn’t have a choice but to talk to him. Thankfully Karen told me beforehand when they showed up in the office knowing I didn’t have time for them or when I was out with the guys they would help me scheme my way out of them. But now that he is here in the flesh there is nowhere to run.
“You havent been answering your phone” or people I roll my eyes mentally. I smile towards him offering him a seat.
“Yeah, I have been busy. You know the city never sleeps so I have to be up” I look back and see Happy with a smile. I wave at him before returning my attention to Stark. “So what can I do for you?”
“I am not even going to start with thousands of dollars I spent trying to get a hold of you for 3 months” he sighs “I am here to invite you to my party this friday” wow. All for a party.
“Really Stark? All that money for a party?”
“Not the first time I hear that” he laughs “But that money was wasted on trying to get ahold of you!”
“And all you had to do was show yourself in person or send a text because I have been too busy to answer a phone call. What's the party for anyways?” I don’t even know why I ask. He has parties every weekend with no reason needed. He has calmed over the years to only one party a week instead of one friday, saturday and sunday.
“My birthday” He points at my desk calendar where the date is circled.
“Oh yeah, I was going to send you a succulent” Since Tony recruited me as one of his main lawyers we have become closer. I have gotten him out of really bad jail time. Around that time we both needed someone and you can say he is the brother I never had yet wish to get rid of every second he opens his mouth.
“If you come with a succulent I will fire you” he stands buttoning his suit jacket.
“Do you like Aloe or Agave better?” I say with a smile. He only shakes his head and walks out the office but a minute later I receive a text from Happy, Agave. I smile to myself. The headache is coming in. I did know his birthday was coming soon but now knowing that the party is about that I am going to need more time to prepare my face when I get there.
“So we're going to a party?” I almost jump looking up and seeing Matt standing there with that pretty smile he always has.
“Yeah” I got up and started to grab my things. “Tell Foggy to pick out his best suit because we have a party to attend on Friday” It was already 3 and time to go home. “I will have a car waiting for you at 6 so don’t be late” I patted his shoulder and walked out.
“Bye” I send Karen a smile walking pass her
“You’re coming too” I pointed towards her. “I’ll have a driver pass for you too” I pressed the floor level and the door closed, seeing her figure jumping up and down. Stark has precise people but we know damn well that for his birthday he wants as many people he can get to come. I could never bring them to the inclusive parties but for this party you don’t need an invitation. My apartment wasn’t far from the office. A quiet, not well kept but calm street. My dream was always to live in New York and after I turned 20 I moved down here and trusting my gut was the best thing I did. Had a couple of money saved up and then I met Matt. He saw the potential in me when I was scared to get out there in the world. He showed me that no matter if I am scared and I fall, I can get back up. He brought out the confidence I needed in me to become who I am. With my help and his encouragement we made Nelson and Murdock a top notch law firm.
I walk up the stairs and into my apartment. I had a good job. Made forever friends. Lived in the city that I dreamed about for years, but yet I feel hopeless. I get home and I throw myself on the couch and stare at the white cieling. Am not sad or in pain. Not lost or forgotten. I am simply calm. Not in the way where my life has been so hectic for so long that calmness is a prize for hardship. Calmness where you forget how to breathe and you just want to scream and cry of frustration. I have been seeing a therapist but we are not close to a breakthrough, more because she says I am fine. I roll onto the floor and my eyes feel heavy.
“Y/N! Y/N! wake up” I open my eyes seeing Matt right in my face
“Goodmorning” I smile lazily. Check the time and notice its 5 in the morning. “Why did you wake me up so early?” I ignore the ache in my bones and stretch myself on my couch.
“I was on my morning run and decided to bring you breakfast earlier. I know you have been working night and day on Miller's case.” I feel a nudge and not what is infront of my face is coffee and a chocolate croissant.
“Thank you” I feel him taking a seat to the right of me on the other couch.
“When you said you can sleep anywhere you weren’t joking” He continues eating his breakfast as he speaks. “I bet you could sleep standing up” he laughs
“When I was in highschool I was able to rest my head on my hands and with glasses on I would sleep the whole class. So if my arms didn’t give up on me then I guess I can program my legs to do the same” Matt usually comes by with breakfast as I get ready to head out the door but it's unusual he is here 2 hours earlier than his time. But this is nice. Talking to him and just having some company.
“Yeah I can see you doing that” No matter how long I have known this guy for I still feel the need to cry. Knowing he lost his eyesight at such a young age takes an amount of strength that for me seems hard to achieve. I stop sometimes and just look at him. His smile and eyes. Face features we get to enjoy and also other wonders of the world. “Don’t go quiet” I blink away the tears forming and pay attention to his words
“What's wrong?” His expression is numb with those last words. Pain wasn’t heard but sadness was. “Matt, why did you really come here this early?” How could I be so stupid to not notice his ticks showing. The constant turn of his head and his hand gripping his cane. Flinching to even the quietest noise.
“Miller was found dead last night.” Not that caught my attention. I have been working with this guy trying to prove his innocence. “A note was left behind that basically states to leave the investigation behind”
“But?” I had a million other questions but I know there was no need to persist with Matt since he will tell me everything at his time.
“Although his death seems like a suicide the notes has some weird notations. He takes the blame for what happened and explains his reason behind it”
“That can’t be, he was very persistent in his innocence. He has his daughter to look after, he wouldn’t give up on her” I set my breakfast aside moving towards my bedroom in a rapid pace but Matt stood in my way faster than I could blink.
“Wait.” He pushes me back towards the couch. “You have to listen to the whole thing before you decide to do anything” I let out a sigh and nod agreeing to listen to him. In my mind I had to leave as soon as possible. Go see the note and read is throught. I had to fight this, it just couldn’t finish this way. The little girl. She is just 3 years old. “Of course there are weird things in this that don't add up. I couldn’t get a hold of the letter because they say it doesn’t involve us anymore, they want to convict him as the murder of the case and call it quits. Of course evidence states that it was more than just a murder killing himself because the guilt ate him up.” Where was he going with this? “We will figure out how to not let the poor man die or let that little girl grow up with everybody thinking he was a cold blooded killer.”
“But” He might not be able to see, just feel my emotion but that doesn’t stop him from showing his emotion with his eyes.
“But we have another thing in our hands” He pulls out a paper. A paper with the same mark that was cut onto the 3 mans chest that mr miller was accused of killing. “Foggy found this on the building door.” Shit. Before I could speak on some theories he flipped the paper and on the back with big bold black letters stood my last name. Shit.
After pronoucing almost every curse word in the world I stood up and got changed. This isn’t going to change anything. Mr. Miller is innocent and I was so close to getting him out free and I am not stopping until his name is clean. They might try to scare me but I got contacts. My job was to prove his innocence and since he died and his case is still open, his murder is my case now too. I am good at seperating my need to fight injustice in court and in an investigation but these people need to be caught. They already killed 3 men and now Miller. I am not going to allow whoever this is to continue doing this. “Y/N, you can’t go back into this. If you want I can get everything you need but you need to stay here, safe” Matt says following me everywhere as I get my stuff gathered up.
“Don’t forget I have dealt with criminals worse than this. Someone who I have come face to face with. I am going to do my job and clean his name and you are going to do yours and continue to clean this city of bad guys.” I grab my keys and head out the door. “I am going to get a copy of that letter and you get me any surveillance clips you can of his house.”
“You can’t be alone!” Matt grabbed my hand and yanked me back. “I will come with you”
“Matt I am going to try to be as nice as possible about this” Sometimes I can be mean about things and am too stubborn to listen to myself and not say a thing. “You are one of the most important people in my life. I trust and care for you and I know you are only trying to help but I don’t need help with this. I don’t need to be protected every second of my life because someone moron decided to threaten me. We all die someday, and I don't care when it's my turn, so let me go” With that his hand slides down until he is no longer touching me. He knows about my cold side. I hate it. Eitheir I am too emotional or too heartless.
I do everything to keep people away, the people who stay have gotten the honor to see me in my bad days. I ignore and give them the cold shoulder more than many days. I block them out and act like I don’t care. My mind tells me to do otherwise because in my mind if they leave now then it's going to hurt less. Then when I think of them I want to cry. Stupid therapists, even a unalive person can see that I have a problem.
A/N: i love this gif of him. Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. I was going to make this quickly and short because I have a lot of ideas for Bucky but I guess the plan derailed for the long run.
I hope y’all enjoy.
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 2:
“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.
“Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.
“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”
“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.
“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.
“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.
“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”
“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”
“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.
“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.
“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.
“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?
“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.
“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.
“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”
“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”
We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.
“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?
“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.
“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.
“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.
“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.
“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.
“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.
“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”
“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.
“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.
“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder
“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?
“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave
“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”
“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.
“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”
I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.
“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.
“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.
“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?
“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.
“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.
“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.
“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.
“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.
“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”
“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.
A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 4:
I agreed with Tony when he offered so kindly for me to stay. I roam the room for the whole day because he says I should get better before doing any work. But he promised to get as much information on the case as possible. Now it was the next day. Nat got some clothes brought to the tower and thank god for that. “ Tony what do we have?” I received a message from tony saying he wanted me to meet him this morning in the conference room
“Goodmorning to you too, am doing good thanks”
“Goodmorning Stark. Glad you’re doing well. Can we get on with the man's murder?” I sat down next to him. He places a folder infront of me. “So the man in the picture was his uncle?”
“Yes. The marking doesn’t go back any further than that. The uncle was questioned but nothing. He only told the detective it was a family tattoo” Bullshit. It has to do more than that. If not than the muder is trying to set up false leads and if that's the case than we are back to square one.
“No. It can’t be nothing. The two other men found with him were not family related. They as far as we know were friends. No job relation so either they messed with the wrong crowd or all three won the lottery for a straight ride to death.” That sounds like bad buiness. “I guess we are going to have to question him”
“We are going to be on the radar. Then we both will be kicked out the case” Tony sips his drink and I smirk towards him.
“Say we see him in a public setting and just start talking” I shrug. “And if they say anything about us bring up the case than I have a good lawyer you can call”
“Sure has gotten me out of the worst” He moves to stand taking the envelope in his arms. “But you are not going. Not leaving this tower until they catch this guy or people” I don’t say anything but that caught his attention. “Why is that smirk still plastered in your face?”
“Well Mr. Stark.” I stand place a hand on his shoulder “You know eitheir way I wasn’t going to follow your instructions but turns out this time it is not for my benefit.” its true. When someone forbids me to do something It just makes me want to do it more and I will find a way. “Steve has a ticket he needs resolved and for that I need to show up in court”
“You can always give them a call?”
“And that's how you think I got in good standing with the judge? Tony you should know better than anyone that the way to people is facing them face to face” I walk out going to find steve.
“Just know that I am letting you go! Not you! And take Bucky with you!” I roll my eyes as I continue walking. I have to find Steve so we can get this meeting over with. Yesterday I tried to take care of it over the phone but these people in the court just don’t like being nice. I know it's the kind of job they are in and it's not their fault. People can be a pain and the pressure they place on them is big but damn, can’t they just get a message through?
“Lets go Steven, we got that appointment at 10”
“I thought you were supposed to be a good lawyer, good enough to not have your client go to court” I am just going to ignor his words. Ignore, ignore. The soon we get back the sooner Bucky will be plastered outside whatever room I am in. I take the passenger seat all the way down to the court house. I could feel the stare in the back of my head and the thick tension was felt too.
“Don’t speak a word, we will be out in 3 minutes tops” We walk in and walk straight into our appointment. “Goodmorning Judge”
“Hey!” when she looks at me her eyes recognize me. “I didn’t see you on the defence paper”
“It was short notice, this guy over here wasn't even in my roster.”
“I see Tony got you a lot of clients” We laugh before she continues “So let's get started so running a light”
“Yes. Even america’s captain makes mistakes”
“Sure do. Everyone does. And you must know that just because he has saved us from many attacks, he still broke a law”
“Totally understand your honor” I notice Steve about to lift his hand when I slap it away.
“But knowing you are now in charge of this guy, I know you will take care of it” She hands the folder over to the officer beside him “How are the boys?”
“Still living it day by day. I tell you I thought working for them would be easier but thank god Karen is there to keep me sane most of the week”
“I understand” she points her head at the officer beside her laughing. “Well you go and take care of this troublemaker” With that we are sent out. Check the time, 3 minutes.
“Where is Bucky?” I look behind us and he is not following us. So much for a guard dog. We look around until we see him out the glass door in a cop car. Fuck. Now to save this other soilder. “Can you get him out in 3 minutes?” I wanted to tell him we could always go home. But I am more excited to see his face when I solve his problem.
“I can figure it out in 1” We head out. “Why would he get arrested? Who is he really Steve?”
“Quick story, we were stationed together in the 40s. Right when I became Captain America. His group was captured. Red Skull, and we rescued them. Later we were at war again on a train and he fell. We thought he was dead until recently. We got a word about someone with the alias, The Winter Soilder. He was an assassin, brainwashed to Hydra's favors. He was doing that for the longest and I had no Idea of it. There was a whole controversy with Stark but now he is all better. He went to Wakanda and the programming on his head was gone” In the use of words I know he was holding things back. Maybe to protect Bucky or because I know him being his bestfriend and not being able to help him while he was suffering for so long did affect him too.
“So is he in god standing with Tony?” I am not good in situations like these. I can’t speak on what has happened because it has nothing to do with me. While it comes to Steve feeling guilty well, It sometimes best to let people heal.
“For the most part. He accepted him as part of the team so we call that a start” I laugh a little. We finally got to the station. “Goodmorning. We are here for James Barnes” The front lady awkwardly typed in her computer. I watch the interaction between her and Steve. She was nervous. The golden boy himself was standing infront of her.
“Yes. He was taken in just a couple minutes ago. I'm sorry but I can’t give you any deta-” I cut her off by setting my card infront of her.
“I am his lawyer.” Simple and short. I need to get out of here. I hate police stations, and hospitals, also resturants but that is besides the point.
“Of course. Give me one second” She walks back through a door. Well hell. My plan to make it a minute was failing. I look around trying to figure out who is involved. Bingo.
“Where are you going?” Steve says grabbing ahold or my wrist
“My one minute starts now” I say. I head myself down towards the sheriff. As I began talking I was texting back and forth in our group chat. Which included Karen, Foggy, and Matt. I figured out Bucky was in jail because he had violated his court ordered therapy session. I settled it and walked out with the Sherriff.
“I know If I ever need a fast lawyer I will contact you” I laugh as he sways my card around.
“I always do my best and thank you for being so kind” I shake his hand seeing as Bucky and Steve are waiting for me. “Is that a good enough lawyer for you?” I smirk at Bucky who would rather stab himself than look me in the eyes right now. “Let's get back to the tower. I need to talk to Tony” but of course nothing can be too simple.
“Mr. Barnes?” We all turn to take in the lady standing infront of us. “Session, Now” Bucky’s head turns towards me with a bigger smirk.
“I just got you out of Jail not mandatory therapy” I shrug. He huffs following the therapist. Steve and I sit outside waiting for him to be done.
“You got his order cleared didn’t you?” I nod. He didn’t have to go anymore to the therapy sessions but when he looked at me, I just had to do it. Well unless he decides to continue them, for his good I hope he does. I can’t even imagine how it was to suddenly live in a totally different place. He was in and out of the ice only to kill and now free of all that the only one he has is Steve. He didn’t get to see his family one last time.While we sit I make a few phone calls. Tony finished with the interview and was getting a couple of things together for when we arrived at the tower. I advised Matty and the team to hang back and not try to be more involved than they already were. I don’t need anything to happen to them just because I decided to continue on with the case. “Do you ever think one day in the future you would have a normal life?” What kind of question is that?
“Why? Is Captin America thinking of the white picken fence life?” He shruggs looking at his hands. “Deep down I know I want a family. Maybe 4 kids. 2 dogs. Big house that's big enough for us but with a lot of land. Maybe a couple of fruits growing everywhere.”
“But?”
“It's a future that is uncertain. I don’t like uncertainty, so I’d rather play it day by day” I keep hoping that one day I will find someone who stands me up enough, and live until our last breath. But I don’t know what will happen, so it's better not to speak and let things find its course.
“I hope you decide to come on your own, next time” Steve and I jump up hearing the door open from the therapist office. She pats Bucky’s back and he walks past me to stand next to Steve. “Can I speak to you?” I can feel their stares through my back as I just shake my head and follow her inside her office. “You haven’t been to see me in almost 2 weeks” She takes her seat on her chair pulling out her notepad.
“The past couple weeks have been busy. I tried my best but those two weeks were very difficult to take time for myself” Lie. I know I could make some time for atleast a 30 minute session but I didn’t want to stop by.
“Well now that you're here just answer me one question” Her pen clips and the point attaches to the paper ready to start writing. Fuck. “Since the last time we spoke we agreed you were going to contact your family, did you” There it was. The fucking question of the year for me.
“No. I still need time. I have a hard fight against myself but you know I will do it eventually. Soon”
“Let's not diagnose ourselves. You are very smart but sometimes coming up with our own explanation on why we do things will push us back from our actions.”
“Yes. Of course” I smile standing up. “It was nice to see you and I will certainly take your advice. '' With that I open the door and continue walking to freedom. I hate being talked to or criticted like I'm some child, atleast that's how I feel when I am in that room.
“I hope to see you soon too” I look down, walking past the boys out the entrance. We get into the car and drive off. The whole ride I spent looking outside the window. I wasn’t embarrassed about them knowing that I talked to a therapist, I just don’t like answering questions about my life that can be kept without saying.
“Y/N, Tony is waiting for you upstairs” I see Pepper holding on to her tablet like always. “Tony Spoke to the guy and of course denied everything but finally we were able to get something out of him. A couple years ago the guys nephew and the two other guys were suspect of a murder”
“Whose murder?”
A/N: I never saw myself fan-girling over anybody until Sebastian Stan came into my life. LIKE LOOK AT HIM.
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DEAR READER
Includes:
Sierra Six
Bucky Barnes
Jon Snow
Kayce Dutton
Javier Pena
SIERRA SIX
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
MAYBE Series/ Bucky
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
BLACK AND BLOOD/ Jon
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
A/N
HELPLESS/ Kayce Dutton
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Inserts
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Part 1
Chapter 15: Part 2
Chapter 16: Part 3
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
GHOST/ Javier Pena
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Not Part Of The Story
Family
Dimitri Belikov
Shadow
Porcelain Skin
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Description:
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 5:
“26 year-old Jessica Chaply. She was found dead in an alley. The three men were taken in as suspects, but no action was taken forward because it was a simple girl in an alley” I take a look at the pictures and see what Tony means. She was a girl trying to work and do her best, can’t judge anybody.
“What did we figure out anything about her tie in all of this?” I move papers around but see nothing.
“Her biological father is the one and only Dr. Monday” Top surgeon of NYP Hospital. “Now we don’t think he is directly linked with the murders but I will bet you my whole money that he is paying for all of it.” On the big screen there are newspapers where he was kidnapped then released a couple days later. “We know he wasn’t in his daughter's life but that doesn’t stop the old man from caring about his kid.” Only kid.
“So what do we think? Doctor got kidnapped and those people threten to kill his daughter if he didn’t support them financially?”
“Bingo. Atleast that is a string to follow. I have an appointment with said doctor and will offer my own protection since now his daughter is dead I am guess he will want to cut all ties and be free of there hands”
“Be careful Tony. He might seem like the deer in all of this but he might just turn out to be the one behind the gun” With the sly smirk and wink he walks out.
“I wouldn’t send him alone,” Pepper remarks as she gathers up her stuff. One thing about Pepper is she is never wrong. She is the older sister with the right head in everything. I turn over to Natasha who nods and follows behind Tony. “Lunch will be served in 30 minutes” She smiles at Steve, Bucky and I.
“Thanks Pepper” I get up following behind her on my way to find Wanda. Bingo. “What's cooking?” Her little jump made a chuckle come from my lips. Wanda was a warm touch to this place, especially as many people call it, my heart.
“Steak, potatoes, greenbeans, and brossuel sprouts.” I scrunch my nose at the last greens. “You need to eat your greens” she gives me a stare which I just ignore taking a seat at one of the stools in the island. “I thought I could try something easy tonight.”
“And you decided to go with steak? You know I am not a cook so something easy for me is eggs.” She laughs and places the slices of steak infront of me, next to the other cooked ingredients. Perfection.
“Thank you” I go over and start helping her clean up. “So enlighten me on the last couple of days here” I sigh. We have this thing where she knows I hate talking about my feelings and things that have happened to me. So she said I could press rewind to my memories and it would be like a transfer of date to hers. “ I hope everything gets cleared up. Not only for Mr. Miller but for the young girl and all the victims around all of this” I only nod in agreement. I grab the sponge and soap and begin to wash the pots and pans. “Oh honey don’t. I can do that is 2 seconds”
“No. It's fine. It's therapeutic to me.” it wasn’t a lie. Also I felt bad being here for almost 2 whole days and having everything done for me without helping out around here.
“Talking about therapy” Shit I know where she was going with this. “I don’t get into your mind because I trust you and I know its inversion of privacy but, you told me your were going every week!”
“I was until 2 weeks ago. You know” I flop my hands to the side. “ I promise after I don’t have a target on my head I will go back daily, I promise” She smiles and continues cleaning. She knows I never break my promise and you can take my word for that because I never make promises.
“So you got Bucky’s mandatory therapy session cancelled” I nod giving her a quiet ‘yep’ “You like Bucky?” I focus on my breathing as soon as I notice myself stop everything I was doing. She couldn’t know this. I mean I do like him but its not like its anything else other than physical. I barely know this guy.
“He is cute. But that's it”
“Is it?” oh god.. I avoid her gaze not knowing what to say. She laughs a little as she takes her attention to Jarvis. “Can you tell everyone Lunch is ready?” Jarvis announces to everyone as we take the plates to the dining room. “I think Bucky and you would have a lot to talk about, but only if you stop being mean to him” with that she left me with my mouth wide open. I didn’t do anything. Yes I mess around with him but at the end it's just a game no gets hurt from. I didn’t relize the whole team except Nat and Tony were already sitting down until Steve spoke.
“Are you joining us or are you only going to stand there?” I roll my eyes taking a seat next to him. There is no time to focus on whatever Bucky is. I have no time for that. I have to figure out Miller, and after that I will go back home and back to my normal routine. Wake up. Go into the office. Fight some cases. Maybe do some research if need be. Hang out with Matt, Foggy, and Karen then go back home and do it all over again. Wake up, office, cases, research, friends, sleep. I was going to begin eating until I feel buzzing in my pocket. I excuse myself and I go to the other room to answer the phone.
“Miss. Y/L/N?”
“Yes?”
“Good afternoon, I am Trisha Collins.” I remember her name. “I am the social worker assign to Lydia Millers case”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“Well I know it has been a hard couple of days but as you know you are one of Lydias caretakers.” Yeah. Mr. Miller didn’t have any family near. We worked weeks together and before he was sent into custody he asked me if I would take care of Lydia while I figured out a way to take him out. So for a week or so I was her guardian. The little one year old was coming to the office and going home with me for those couple of days. “Being so young I don’t want to put her in a foster home or a foster parent when she knows who you are. That is until Mr. Miller's parents come to pick her up.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or not. Of course I don’t want the little girl to go to some strangers. She doesn’t know it but she lost her father and for now she has no one. If I take her in I would be putting her in danger, but what if I don’t do anything and those people find a way to put her in danger. I already fell attached to her so what if I don’t want to give her up? I am not ready to take care of a baby long term. I don’t know how old the grandparents are or even if they are capable of taking her in and raising her. What is-
“What if that little girl is what you need right now?” my heart almost jumped out my chest. Why is she even reading my mind?
“I saw you were disturbed by something. You need to go get the little girl, you know your heart wouldn’t handle letting her spend another night with a stranger” Technically I am a stranger too.
“Send me the address, I will be on my way” I hang up the phone waiting for the message to come through. I need to calm down. I just need to take care of the little girl until her grandparents come and get her. If anything happens it will happen then, right now I need to focus on now. “Don’t tell Bucky” I whisper towards Wanda. I rush down stairs getting into the car and driving away. The location states a foster home office about 25 minutes from the tower. In my mind I am making a list of what I need now. Milk. Diapers. Clothes and blankets?. Toys and maybe a couple of books, right?. My mind was going in different directions and at a pace that was driving me crazy. I park on the side of the street and rush up the stairs. I see a blonde lady with a bright smile on her face.
“You must be Y/N.” I extend my hand for us to shake.
“Mrs. Collins?” She shakes her head laughing
“No. My name is Anna. Trisha had to leave but she told me everything” She motions for me to follow her. We walk into the office and beside the desk is a playpen where you can see little Lydia sleeping. “Thank you for doing this. Her grandparents are an older couple and need to make sure they are safe to fly. It should just be no more than a week.”
“Okay” I grab the diaper bag she handed to me and place it over my shoulder. She moved the car seat next to me about that time I almost dropped her bag and ran.
“I will be waiting outside” With a gentle smile she walks off back to the main entrance where she could still see me through the glass wall. I clean my hands, grabbing the baby and placing her inside. Shit. I don’t know how to put a car seat in a car. Whatever, I can do this. I lift her seat in one hand with her bag on my shoulder and the thing you hook up on the seat on the same arm. I walk out and I kid you not, I almost threw the thing and this guy. I didn’t think her smile could be bigger. She was a shy thing but that didn’t mean her body language was. She was leaning in. Playing with her hair and there he was just enjoying what she had to say. It took 5 minutes before I just rolled my eyes and walked past them.
“Oh no. Don’t worry about me. Go back to talking to Blondie” I tell him, still holding on to the baby seat.
“Don’t be a brat and let me help you” I roll my eyes again opening the door for him to walk out with Lydia. I can feel the tension in the air. I know he wanted to say something. I see him strap in the bottom of the car seat while I place the diaper bag in the passenger seat. Once I move around the car he places Lydia in. I was just about to thank him when he opened his big loud mouth. “Why did you leave without telling anyone?! Something could have happen” oh he makes it too easy. With a smirk on my face I say,
“Wanda knew” I simply shrugged moving towards the drivers door but was turned around and pressed against the car.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” He was whispering in my ear. His voice was so soft while both hands around my arms were pinning me to the car. What was happening? I was supposed to be messing around with him, not him messing around with my head. I was starting to feel a sensation and I know I had to stop this. “I can’t protect you if you don’t allow me too” his hands caress down my body until they are wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him. I always know what to say but right now its like I ran out of words. His mouth ghost over to my neck just breathing but god damn, I could pass away right now. “You are just a dumb baby, you can’t protect yourself right? You need me to do so” One kiss. I could have fallen in his arms but those few words made me have enough. Who did he think he was? A knight in shining armour? And I am a damsel in distress who needed his protection? With all my strength I push him aside.
“Don’t treat me like a child” With that, I got into the car and began to drive away. “Who did he think he was? Huh. I mean yeah I might be in danger and now that I think about it since you would be around I should have probably brought him along to make sure nothing happens to you” I look through the rearview mirror as she babbles along and kicks her tiny legs. “But that still doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like a child and more to do whatever he was trying to do” I think the whole ride I was speaking to Lydia. While people driving beside me stared at me thinking I was crazy because I was definitely moving my arms like crazy. I know Bucky was following behind at a distance. So when we got to the tower I was thankful Wanda and Steve were outside waiting.
“Can I get her out?” I nod towards Wanda who was so giddy about it. I grab the diaper bag and close the door. Lydia was wide awake and looking around to her surroundings. “Isn’t she cute?” Not really a question for us but we both nod.
“Where’s Bucky?”
“Hopefully in a ditch” That's when they both stare at me and I give a look at Wanda rewinding what happened about 30 minutes ago.
“Oh god” She whispers, holding Lydia a bit closer like if we had done a sin. Well I guess you can say having a baby inside the car we were against was probably wrong. Well she wouldn’t remember anything but the lady inside would have taken Lydia away if things escalated.
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Description
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 8:
After that night, well I should say day. After that day things changed. Kidd was going on trial for the murders and you bet your ass I was going to be there fighting for Mr. Miller. I moved back to my apartment and with a little help from Wanda and Karen I organized my schedule with Lydia. It has only been a day and I feel like dying. I moved back in the morning and by lunch time I was back in the office with the team. That afternoon after getting everything situated on things I missed Karen picked up Lydia from Wanda and brought her to stay in the office while we started our case on Kidd. Lydia was typically a good baby but when the attention was all on her or when she was sleeping. I had to leave early so now I am stuck at home with a baby. Nat was okay. A little help from Bruce goes a long way. Tony offered to extend my stay but I explained to him there was no need anymore. “Yes you can have Lydia while I see her” Wanda called me as soon as I got home. Talking my ear off and now she offered herself again to keep an eye out on Lydia so I can go to therapy. I am so thankful for her and Karen but god, it's 7 and it's been a long day and all I want to do is lay down and sleep.
“Great. I will be there at 9 to pick her up. After your appointment can you accompany me to mine?”
“Of course Wanda. Now get some rest”
“But it's just-” I hung up the phone before she could continue talking. “Ready to go to sleep?” I ask an already asleep baby. She skipped her nap thankfully so she was out like a light once I placed her in her playmat. I grabbed her and gently placed her on my bed and created a fort around her. It feels nice spending the night back home. I took a quick shower and went to bed.
In the morning of course Lydia decided to wake me up at 7 in the morning. “You are messing up my schedule, did you know that?” She responded with a cry. “Okay, okay. Let's get you some food.” a quick change and on our way to the kitchen we go. “I don’t have a chair for you” Can’t have her on her playmat, she might learn how to crawl and it's not safe for a baby here. “Guess you are going to be my suchef” I place a 2 slice of bread in the toaster while holding her bottle with my shoulder so I could use my only available arm to make my breakfast. A strawberry toast will be enough for this morning.
“Hey-” I am grateful my friends have a second sense. “That baby on your hip looks out of order” I roll my eyes at Matt. I kind of hope now the knife I threw at him wouldn’t have missed.
“Shut up. You scared me. Here” I extend Lydia to him and push her into his arms. “Let me wash her bottle so I can get ready” With the scare I dropped her bottle. “What are you doing here?”
“Just checking up on you” I know by his look that there was more to his story but I didn’t have time for it right now. I hand him the bottle and as he begins feeding Lydia I start on my toast. “Haven’t seen you in days other than yesterday, just wanted to check in.”
“Well everything seems to be back to normal, other than the baby of course.” She is such a good baby. Ugh.
“What's wrong?” I shake my head ignoring him as I walk into my room. I go into my room to get ready. Once I am done I pack up Lydias diaper bag and grab her some clothes so I can change her into some more appropriate summer clothing. By that time the clock hit 8:40. “I should get going. Someone has to do all the work in the office”
“Tony invited me over for lunch. I will be in this afternoon so show you I can do all the work you did in a week in just an hour” With a laugh he walks out the door just in time for Wanda to show up.
“Is the little girl ready?” Before I could get her up and hand her over to Wanda she dropped all her things to pick her up. “Aww where did you get this dress?” It was an all white with white flower detailing dress.
“Long story. It's a keepsake.”
“Umm. Ok” I don’t know if she just didn’t want to ask or if she just wanted to get back to Lydia but usually she would persist until I tell her.
“She already downed her first milk. I will be back around 10:30. So if you just want to give her a snack in the span of that”
“Got it” I chuckle, grabbing my things and saying my goodbyes. Took my 15 minutes to be at her office door knocking.
“Goodmorning Y/N please take a seat” I feel like a little kid waiting to be told wrong everytime I am on this couch. “How are you?” I hate this conversation starters
“Good. Can we get through this please?”
“Very well” she opens her notepad and prepares her pen. “I hear the latest on your case” fuck.
“Yes. Bad guy tried to kill me just like he killed innocent people. In the middle of all that I got the guardianship of Mr. Miller's baby, that is until her grandparents come and picked her up. Bad guy is in jail. The end”
“Are you doing okay with all of that?”
“Yes. Bad guy in jail so no more threats to my life. Baby is an adjustment but in a couple days it will be resolved” There it is, the first note in her notepad. I think we spent the whole session talking about the case and how I was feeling every second until now. I know how I felt. Maybe I didn’t take the right actions towards every feeling but I have to admit taking the time to associate myself with what has happened in the past days was good for me.
“It seems like the baby bothers you more than the whole threat towards your life” that is crazy. “Remember you have a difficult time understanding feelings” Bullshit. “Also remember to listen and not denie or fight against my words” Fuck.
“The baby will be off to her grandparents soon, no need to care for it if it's stay is temporary” it's true. I like the little baby but I am just her pitstop to people who will love and care for her better than I could ever do.
“You are correct but you also know this has to do with your feeling towards change?” How dare she ask me. Ain’t she the therapist to figure this out? “With the session you have taken you have shown aggression but at the same time sadness at change. You can’t accept it.” Wrong
“Okay I will work on that” Check. The topic is getting frustrating and I tend to let it out with words so to save her and me of any embarrassment I prefer changing the subject.
“Alright we will move on” Another note to her notepad. “So last time we spoke about your past. You didn’t want to get into it a lot but you did tell me something I didn’t catch on until now” Fuck. I said too much. “You don’t want to go back home, why?”
“I have a life here already. Nothing is waiting for me back there and if this is all about honestly well, that place is not my home. It's just that, a place”
“Even a place can hold a lot of answers. I think for this session you can take a visit back home. Take your time but I don’t want you to come back until you do” Hell yeah. That can be days, weeks, mon- “Never mind. I will give you till this weekend to do that” She rushes me to the door and I couldn’t even talk back as the door meets my face. What just happened? There is no way in hell I can do that this weekend. I let that go to the back of my mind. It's Tuesday and I still have 3 days until then, I will figure something out before then. I drive down to my house and see Wanda playing with Lydia on the ground.
“She didn’t want to take a nap”
“As long as she is not crying and grumpy” And no she was not. “Ready to go?” Wanda nods, placing Lydia in her car seat. “Where are we going anyways?”
“It's a surprise” This surprise didn’t last long. As soon as we parked right infront of it and she took one look at my face waiting for my reaction I knew I guessed right. How could she have kept this a secret? Does everyone in the tower know about this? She didn’t even give any sign of it.
“The doctor will be right in” The kind nurse said, closing the door as she left the room we were in.
“When did you find out?” She was laying on the bed calmly as possible
“3 weeks ago. I felt a little change the day I found out. Mine is not normal like everyone else but I decided that I wanted to enjoy it my way.” Lydia was looking around the dark room, surprisingly not scared of the dark. Most babies like to see their surroundings and get uncomfortable in the darkness.
“Does everyone know?” She shakes her head. A big grin appears in her face as she pulls out her phone.
“I want to do a reveal to everyone and I am going to need your help” I gave her a quick nod before the doctor appeared.
“Well let's check how the baby is doing” I look over to Wanda and for a moment I black out. I feel like the one who should be nervous is her, not me. She is having a baby. A human being is growing inside of her and she is going to be a great mother. That was the whole reason she wanted to spend more time with Lydia. That sneaky little thing. “The baby is doing great. Great heartbeat, strong” Wanda smiles proudly like if she had gotten an A in a project “ You are 18 weeks as of yesterday and you know what that means?” She can’t calculate dates right. “We can find out the gender today” She grabs my hands shaking it with excitement
“Can you write it in an envelope, keeping it a secret?” She really wanted to go all out on this which I don’t blame her. Now that I see how much she craves this I am starting to get excited too.
“Of course. Go ahead and change and the nurse upfront will have that for you” We thank the doctor before he leaves. Wanda changes and all the car ride home her smile still doesn’t fade.
“I want those confetti twisty things and this” She shows me her phone real quick so I can go back to focusing on the road. “ The color smoke for pictures” Her smile and picture showing didn’t stop until we were in the tower. She wanted it to be a surprise for everyone else. The envelope was saved in Lydias car seat pocket. “Vis is lunch ready?” Wanda screams walking out the elevator to the kitchen. That seems like a queue for Lydia to start crying. I didn’t want to disturb anyone so I walked towards the old room I stayed in. I close the door and take Lydia out of her car seat.
“Wanda and Vis are finishing lunch so no bottle until then okay?” I tried to calm her down but nothing was working. I changed her diaper and even tried playing with her toy but nothing helped.
“Miss Y/L/N. Wanda says you can come to lunch now” I thank Jarvis and god. Hopefully food helps calm her down. And it did. Atleast for some time, she went back to crying after eating.
“Did you change her already?” I nod “Play with her?” I nod “Maybe she needs another bottle” Tony was about to get up but I shake my head
“She just ate. That will upset her stomach” I don’t know how parents do this. “She has been missing her naps but everytime if I put her down she refuses to sleep”
“Well try again” What else can I do right? I excuse myself and take her to the room again. I read her a book but her crys are still going. I try to rock her to some music but she doesn’t stop crying. Maybe she is sick? I place her in the bed surrounded by pillows and I go into the bathroom. I know I could just go with Bruce to get her checked but a thermostat can help much faster. Bingo, the baby has a fever. Tony orders some medicine for her as I begin to run her a bath. The cries stop but I can tell she is exhausted.
“Just go to sleep. A good sleep will help you a ton” After a couple minutes of nothing. Her just staring at the wall will I talk to her like she was going to respond. I take her out and just put her diaper on.
“Here's the medicine” I thank Tony. He leaves me while I give her the necessary dose and there goes the cries again.
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Description
You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.
Chapter 9:
I don’t know what time I fell asleep yesterday. With all the cries and the temperature not going down I panicked and maybe knocked myself out after her cries had stopped. Wait. Where is she? I ran out of my room and out to the main floor. “Hey. Don’t freak out she is in Bruce's lab” Why? I rush over just to come to a stop right at the door. I looked over and the clock said 10. In the morning? What the hell.
“Having a kid is like being hung over sometimes. You don’t remember something when things were rough with them the night before” Clint's words made me feel a little better. I should have stayed up and with her the whole night.
“You stayed with her the whole night” I hear Wanda’s voice beside me. “Her temperature was going down and she fell asleep. An hour or so later she started throwing up” Yeah I can remember that. That was the first time in a long time that I had frozen. After the shock and as soon as Lydia stopped throwing up I went to find Bruce. With another few throw ups and the fever coming back up Bruce told me she had an ear infection. The medicine was prescriped but I couldn't pick it up until this morning. So all last night she was awake and crying. And if she wasn’t crying she was throwin up and right after throwing up she was crying again. She didn’t even want to take her bottle. “You knocked out around 4 in the morning after she was asleep. Bucky took you to lay down”
“Has she taken her medicine?” Wanda nods. I haven’t spoken to Bucky since that night I went to apologise. Havent seen him since either. We spoke for a couple minutes before Wanda knocked on the door and said she needed to leave.
“He stayed with her since you left. The only time he left her side was when he left to pick up her medicine” Now she was feeling better. She was in Bucky’s arms eating some bananas.
“Don’t beat yourself about it. It's not like there is a rule book on how to take care of a baby. Trust me if there was one I would have been their number one fan” We laugh at Clint. “I know her grandparents are on their way but have you ever thought about keeping her?” honestly no. Lydia is a wonderful baby and I distance myself from her but I would be lying if I said she wasn’t the reason I didn’t feel alone. I only spent a full day with her and another couple but during that time she has put me in situations I felt I needed at the time.
“No. Who knows what will happen. I take the long run on this one” I open the glass door and walk towards the two. “Hey” I kneel down in-front of them as Lydia takes notice she reaches her arms out to me but Bucky hold her back
“Yeah no. It's your turn to take a shower” I moved my eyes to where he was looking and my shirt and pants had dried throw up on it. I can’t stand the smell of cheese but I could sleep through throw up being all over me?
“Fine” I roll my eyes walking out the door. “Were yall going to tell me I have throw up all over me?” I say to Clint and Wanda who were now in the kitchen island eating something. They both shake their heads laughing. I make my way over to take a shower. Took a quick 10 minute shower but I would be lying to you if I didn’t feel disgusted at the thought of smelling like throw up. I probably still smelled like it. I changed and once I walked out the door I was surprised to see the sight in front of me.
“She fell asleep right after her bottle” Lydia was fast asleep surrounded by pillows while Bucky stood at the end of the bed
“Thank you” I didn’t know what to say. So I just turned around and started packing her bag so as soon as she woke we could leave.
“Are you going to keep her?” Why does he care? Maybe he was just trying to make conversation to not make it weird and maybe I am an asshole for thinking this but he doesn’t have to be here anymore.
“I am not planning to” It’s as simple as that.
“What if the plan changes?”
“Then I guess I will deal with it then” I shrug really wanting the conversation to be over. But now that the awkward silence has me reconsidering it.
“So about that night” Fuck. Now I really want to go back to the other conversation. “I never meant to put that pressure on you. I was angry, full of rage and that was wrong on my part”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Wanda was right, you don’t accept apologies.” That made my head turn. “She said you don’t accept gratefulness or apologies. There are rare occasions when you use your manners too” oh fuck you. “And when you do, you don’t mean it”
“You got a Y/N 101 from Wanda?” I wasn’t pissed but I wasn’t happy eithier. I don’t mind people having their ideas of me, good or bad I don’t care. But when someone comes up to me and tells me in my face how I am I tend to get defensive.
“Yes. I needed to know if you were truly sorry about your apology” This asshole. “Wanda said if you apologise for something you were truly sincere” calm down. I close my eyes not wanting to do anything out of anger. How dare he go and try to find out if I was truly honest? He should have taken it up with himself to believe me or not.
“Okay” I didn’t want to start an argument with the guy.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure Tinman”
“Do you want to go on a date?”
“With you?” oh shit “I didn’t mean it that way” Fuck you. I saw him walk towards me and my body froze. My eyes are looking for an escape but I can’t come up with one.
“I haven’t been on a date in a long time, if I am being honest I am still learning about my feelings and how to deal with them” He grabs both my hands in his eyes and can’t seem to peel at the sight of it.
“Is this a new therapy thing she has you doing?” I hear a slight chuckle but he shakes his head.
“She mentioned going out with friends and before you say anything, no. When I first saw you I felt a gravitational pull towards you, and call me crazy but that was enough for me to know that in my mind we could be something other than friends” Best friends? Super friends! Get it? Because he is a super soldier? “I didn’t know how to come to you at first but if I don’t give it a try now than I might never get to it”
“Even after I caused you pain? Made you angry and tried to sabotage your orders?” I am not going to deny it made me blush. I thought after everything he would not hate me but dislike me that after the whole protecting me was over he would not even give me a second glance.
“I am willing to give it a try after all of that” that is stupid. How does he know I won’t do it again? “You had your motive behind them and I hope after getting to know eachother things will be alright.” I look up to meet his eyes. Oh honey you don’t know anything. My mind is telling me to remove my hands from his hold. Look away from his eyes. Make my heart steady to his touch. I am not one to do this with. I am no good. I will only break his and my own heart at the end. I am unstable. Maybe that is why I felt that connection with him in the first place. God knows I don’t know how to deal with my feelings either.
“Will I be responsible if things go wrong?” I was giving him a chance to run. Take back his words and hopefully only depart on a happy note. But my heart wants more. Maybe I should be brave enough like him. “I can’t promise you anything.”
“I am not asking you to promise me anything. I am just taking a risk at this” a risk. A risk is taken when you are doing something unsure, dangerous, unplanned, a ticking time bomb, like me.
“Ok”
A/N: why’s have I never seen this?!!!. So adorable.
Anyways I feel like this story is coming to an end. I don’t know if chapter ten will be the last or maybe it will be a couple more chapters but am stuck. Have no idea where to go. Maybe the story will end and I will post some chapters of the future as not part of the story like, if they get married or kids, i dont know.
Bucky Barnes Jazz Bar ๋࣭ ⭑
―How did you know about this place? It's 19 years old― my hand was holding hers as she led me to a huge bar with a red sign.
Everyone was dressed elegantly, forming a long line around the place, each of them in suits or dresses, elegant shoes, and shiny jewelry, making me feel out of place as I was dressed in blue jeans, a black shirt, a dark blue blazer, and normal black shoes.
Cass looked beautiful, and for the occasion, she was so herself. She wore a long burgundy red top with a black knee-length skirt, burgundy boots, a long black leather coat, and her burgundy purse where she kept the keys to my bike and my few belongings as I didn't know where we were going.
―I have friends outside the superhero world, and my last name isn't just for death threats or kidnappings; it's also for jumping the line right now― she said with a simple smile, pulling out a white card with a golden number on it and handing it to the security guard with his arms crossed against his chest.
With a simple smile, she handed a white card with a golden number on it to the security guard, who then let us pass by moving aside the rope separating the entrance from the line. Her hand never let go of mine as she guided me through the environment of red armchairs, alcohol, tables, and a stage in front of all the seating areas.
―¿What can I help you with tonight?― a waitress approached us with her uniform and a black tray with small glasses of orange liquid with orange slices inside.
―Good evening, I'm Cassidy Stark, and I reserved a table in the upstairs area; if you could take us there, it would be excellent― she sounded so serious and kind at the same time.
A bit hypnotizing the way she interacted with others, using her privileged position to get things done, something I was used to seeing her do at the complex, albeit in a disheveled manner and always with laughter in her voice.
―Follow me, Miss Stark.
The woman started walking ahead of us, guiding the way from the ground floor, which was filled with people already sitting at tables in front of the stage, having drinks or food and patiently waiting with little chatter to avoid drowning out the smooth jazz that was playing by the live bands tonight. We stood in front of some stairs a few meters from the stage against the wall. These stairs had a ribbon like the one outside but this time with a white sign hanging from the burgundy velvet that read "VIP."
―The reservation was for table 3 next to the bay, ¿right?― she asked as she looked at something on a computer.
I didn't know anything, and I was more focused on seeing the place and its mysterious and reserved aesthetics. But as I looked around and tried to read the decorative signs hanging on the walls, I heard Cass's affirmative voice along with the clinking sound of metal.
―Let's go, Buck― she pulled my hand as she climbed the stairs, leaving the waitress behind to be just the two of us along with a few others upstairs.
We had the best view of the stage, and the lights above were closer, almost as if it weren't for the warm, red lights, we would be in the dark.
―It's a new and exclusive bar because of its mysterious nature and the few reservations it allows. People outside are waiting in case there's room inside, even to stand and be with the people listening to unknown Jazz bands, indie music actually but soft from the aesthetics of the place.
―¿Why did you do this?― I asked as I looked around.
―You need to go to places with people who aren't from your environment. It's called exposure therapy, and since you said you liked jazz, well― she gave me a small smile before we sat facing each other.
―¿So it's like a date?― I asked with a raised eyebrow.
―Something like that.
I chuckled a bit, shaking my head before turning to the candlelight in the middle of the table, casting a warm glow on Cass's face.
―¿Whiskey as usual?― she asked, taking her gaze off the menu to look at me.
―Something normal. You know I don't like those trendy drinks nowadays― I looked at her with a small smile.
―You should try something new in your drinks to know that there are more things than the harshness and pain of whiskey― she left the menu as we heard the voice of a man.
We turned to see the waiter, who was dressed like the girl before, holding a notebook and a pen.
―I'll have an espresso martini, and he'll have a whiskey The Macallan 1926, please― she sounded very firm but kind, giving him a smile.
―¿For food?
―I'll have spaghetti with bolognese ragout― she sounded so good speaking Italian that I didn't think about what I wanted to eat.
They both stared at me, waiting for my response, so I stared back at the guy, trying to compose myself.
―The same as her, thanks― I said in a deep voice.
He left, and I heard Cass's laughter faintly, to the point where I also laughed a bit with her.
―¿Do you even know what you ordered?― she asked incredulously, playing with the napkins.
―No, I'm somewhat scared it might be the worst thing I've ever tasted in my life. I really hope it's delicious― I said, feeling the live music starting to play.
It was calm with light drums and a marked rhythm, with a bit of electric guitar in the background along with a guy singing into the microphone artistically. The song seemed to be about a woman, or at least that's what I thought from the way "She" was repeated.
―It's a Bolognese pasta, but the meat is cooked with milk and white wine. The noodles are a bit thicker than usual, and it's served with grated cheese on the sides― she explained with a small smile.
―It doesn't sound so bad, but the idea of meat cooked in milk and wine sounds disgusting due to the combination.
She shrugged her shoulders, staring fixedly at the stage with attention, her right hand holding her chin with her elbow resting against the table, and her left hand playing lightly with the plants on the railing.
―Your drinks and your plates, and in 5 minutes, your food will be ready― the guy brought the white plates with food and the glasses with the wine bottle.
―Thank you― Cass said, getting comfortable, waiting and watching how they left our food.
The plate was white with clean edges, and the pasta in the middle with the sauce spread nicely, with the touch of cheese on the sides slightly raising the mountain with pieces of meat and tomato randomly placed.
―Enjoy.
He left, and my girlfriend took a photo of her plate along with the glass.
―I don't understand why you do that― I said as I took a sip of my drink.
―¿What?― she asked, putting her phone down near the railings and placing the napkin on her lap.
―The photo of your food. I don't understand why you take a picture of your food.
―Because it's pretty, and I want to take a picture of it. Besides, I like posting them in my stories because it looks nice and aesthetic― she began to eat her food lightly.
―I don't understand this modern era. In my times, photos were taken of people and landscapes.
I tried to mimic the way she ate and picked up the pasta from the plate.
She shook her head while laughing before looking back and listening to the music, her foot tapping a bit against my leg, marking the beat of the song.
We spent the night until around 2 am listening to the same guy with his band, drinking a bottle of red wine and finishing the food with a strange frozen dessert that had a chocolate brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream prepared with champagne according to the dessert menu.
―Thank you, have a good night― the waiter left after Cass swiped her black card.
―¿Shall we, Buck?― she asked, getting up carefully and with her jacket on, along with her bag.
―¿Are you okay?― I asked, standing up.
―Just a little dizzy― she gave me a small smile.
I took her hand carefully to help her down the stairs, seeing how, despite the time, the bar was still full of new people, and the line outside had the same number of people.
―¿Why are there still so many people?― I asked confused.
―The bar is open until 5 am― Cass replied as she brushed her hair out of her face, breathing in the fresh air.
We both walked to my bike slowly, enjoying the cool spring air with the few stars in the sky.
―Buck― Cass stopped us a few meters from the bike, her hand on her chest, looking at the ground.
I thought the worst; two months ago, her "heart" had suddenly stopped while she was chatting with the guys at dinner, and she was in intensive care until this week when she finally got rid of her tube and some pills to take and eat solid things, but we were all worried. I think if Cass were to shut down right now on the street, and knowing I only have 5 minutes to get her to the complex doctors, I wouldn't mind killing people in my way to the middle of the forest far from the city just to save her.
―¿What's wrong, Doll?― I asked worriedly, placing my hand on her shoulder.
Her head lifted to look at me with her eyes before throwing herself into my shoulders and kissing me forcefully, putting her hands on my left shoulder and on my hip, smiling in the middle of the kiss.
―Thank you for giving me a very nice night; I needed to forget about my life for a moment― she whispered on my lips.
Came across a TikTok about how we should go back to shipping rare pairs and crack ships and it sent me back to all the weird pairings I used to ship back in middle school/early high school. For reference I read every possible fic on ao3 and Wattpad for:
1) Stiles Stilinski x Peter Parker (specifically Andrew Garfield)
2) Tony Stark x Dean Winchester
3) Harley Keener x Peter Parker (Tom Hollands)
4) Kevin Ryan x Javier Esposito
5) Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton
