Hi Just Asking But I Was Wondering If Your "the One With The One Night Stand (henry Cavill)" Fic Is Still

Hi just asking but I was wondering if your "the one with the one night stand (henry cavill)" fic is still going on? I'm sorry if this was annoying, I was just really curious. I'm invested in the story

Don’t worry, I’m glad you are so invested to ask. Yes I plan on finishing all my work in progress. I’m just trying to find back my motivation to write. I’m sorry for the waiting, I really am.

Is there going to be anymore added to the Chris evans social media au? I Dont usually read posts like that but I have LOVED yours. Hope there will be more.

Yes there is supposed to be more. I just have to find the time and the inspiration to work on it. Hopefully I’ll be able to post soon

Day 14: Temperance - Clint Barton

Wounds Never Heal

Summary: Paired with Clint to keep him from another murder spree, he slowly opens up to you.

Warnings: Grief, angst, smut

Tarot prompt will be in bold

“Stop! STOP IT!” I had to pull Clint away from the already dead corpse. “That's enough!”

“It's never gonna be enough,” his voice starts breaking and his bloodied hands are twitching uncontrollably. “Not for what they did to...”

“This is not going to bring them back, your family,” I take his face in my hands. “Look at me! Nothing is ever going to bring them back. You need to stop.”

“What's the point?” he just sags. “We undid Thanos' work only for them to get...god, I can't even say it still.”

“What happened to them was awful and that's why I came with you, so we can get justice but this...fuck, Clint. This is just brutal.”

“You said you were with me on this,” accusing eyes meet my own. “That you'd help.”

“I am helping. I'm stopping you becoming the Ronin again. Laura wouldn't want this. She even said so in her video message. Guess what, Robin Hood? I'm your conscience.”

“I don't need a conscience. I already know I'm going to hell for this but I don't really care,” Clint laughs bitterly. “If I can wipe them all out, I don't care.”

I don't know what else to do other than hug him so I do just that. He goes limp against me for a moment before clutching me tightly, trying not to let the tears fall.

I can't say to him right now that I won't judge him for it. His hearing aid got smashed to pieces in the fight and he can't see my face.

“I don't know what to do now,” his voice is thick with trauma. “What am I supposed to do?”

I pull back so he can see my lips, “You carry on like the rest of us. We've all lost people, Clint.”

“You lost someone?”

“I was married once. They were in the Triskelion building when it collapsed. Took me a long time not to hate Bucky on sight. I know it wasn't his fault, the whole Winter Soldier thing.”

“I...I didn't know.”

“I don't tell you everything.”

“You should,” Clint suddenly straightens, calming down. “If you're my conscience, I get to be yours.”

“I'll tell you a few things if you'll let me treat that nasty head wound you have,” I point to the gash that's razoring into his hairline and down to his ear.

“Sure,” he wipes under his eyes and clears his throat.

So I go to my rucksack and grab the medical kit as well as the spare hearing aid because I just knew Clint was going to go in guns blazing and get his one destroyed.

“Here, idiot,” I pass him it as I open the kit.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you looking after me?” he puts it in. “We were never friends before. I barely knew you.”

“But I knew Natasha,” I stop, looking at the little bottles to find the right one. “And she made me promise. So, like it or not, you're stuck with me.”

“You miss her too?” Clint sits still while I clear away the blood.

“Every damn day.”

“Didn't know you two knew each other.”

“Like I said, I don't tell you everything. I used to watch over Yelena for her when she was doing your big world saving stuff.”

Clint is quiet for a time as I get his wound disinfected and start stitching it up. He doesn't even wince once.

“I'm sorry,” he finally says.

“For what?”

“That you have to babysit me. That I'm being reckless which is putting you in danger too. That I haven't asked you anything about yourself.”

“Ask me something then.”

“Your partner...how did you....how did you move on?”

“I didn't. I said I carried on. I'll never forget them and I'll always hold them close but they wouldn't just want me to sink into depression or wall myself off. I've had a few dates here and there but fuck, Yelena's like a child sometimes and she'll turn up just as I'm about to meet someone and demand attention.”

“Sounds like her,” Clint manages a weak attempt at a smile.

“She uses all my hot sauce. She's a fucking nightmare.”

“Natasha used to steal the sandwiches that Laura made me for lunch. I think it runs in the family.”

“She did that to you too?! God, what is it with those girls?”

For the first time on this revenge trip, we bonded. I was just happy he was open to talking at last. It'd been a very monosyllabic journey thus far.

“All done,” I clean my hands. “It's gonna leave a scar though but that's cool, scars are sexy. You'll be fine.”

“Being sexy is the last thing on my mind,” Clint makes a gruff laugh as I help him to his feet. “Thank you. Thank you for coming with me. I'll try to be better from now on.”

“Remember, they're never gone as long as they're in there,” I poke his heart over his suit before pulling out the locket from the chain around my neck and open it to show him my late spouse. “And carrying on doesn't mean you're offending their memory.”

“I've met them once,” Clint peers at the picture. “I took a whole pot of coffee with me from the break room and they just threw me a bottle of creamer and shouted 'Good luck with the caffeine shits later.'”

“They always did have a weird sense of humour.”

“We have one more gang leader to take out still. With me?”

“You know it, Barton.”

From that point on we talked more. He learned about my past, how I got to the position I was in, how I met Natasha and I learned more about his Avengers lifestyle. His home life was still too raw to talk about.

We completed the mission and got him his revenge and I helped him through the lost feeling he had now he'd accomplished everything he wanted to. He went back to S.H.I.E.L.D so I did as well.

Now we were constantly around each other's houses, swapping skills because I was terrible at cooking and he was terrible at putting up a shelf straight, even though he got perfect bullseyes when firing arrows. I gave him advice on dating in the modern world, which I don't think he took but he made a token effort at signing up for a site before quickly deleting his profile once he got inundated with women desperate to date a hero.

“You know what she messaged me?!” he was reading them out to me when I was in his kitchen, eating the french toast he'd just made. “She said 'I bet with those accuracy skills, you'll always find my bullseye'.”

I started choking at that point because I was laughing so hard and he had to come slap my back a few times.

“Is it the best time to say she sent a picture as well?” he shakes his head, smiling. “I did not know that women are so forward now.”

“Did you look at it?”

“Hell no, I'm scared to.”

“Let me,” I hold out my hand before balking at the very graphic close up that loaded up. “Oh god. No. Do not meet this woman. Unless you're looking for a good time that is.”

“I don't know what I'm looking for,” he leans on the table. “How are you doing with it?”

“Badly. I just don't think I have any patience any more for the pageantry of it all. I don't want an hour's preamble about my work, my hobbies and blah blah blah. I ended up sleeping with someone just to shut them up. That's not a way to live, Clint.”

“Were they any good though?” he takes a gulp of coffee.

“Nope. I'll find someone if I'm meant to but I'm not going looking for it.”

“I know what you mean,” he squeezes my shoulder. “But you're pretty so you'll do fine and I'm a beat up deaf loser.”

I sign to him, having learned ASL as our friendship grew - That's what I like about you, idiot

He just flips me the bird in response.

Clint became a lot more stable in himself as the months went on and we became extremely close. Clint refused to do missions without me and we lived at each other's places alternating weeks.

“People are starting to talk you know,” he's playing with my stress ball in the bay window of my apartment.

“About?”

“About us. 'Old married couple' was a term that was used.”

“Well I am somehow doing your laundry now.”

“And I make your lunches.”

“And I fix your hearing aid.”

“And I keep your plants alive.”

“Does that mean we're a couple without the fucking?” I'm lying on my couch looking over at him. “Have we just totally gone straight to eighty year old spouses and bypassed the youthful stuff?”

“Well yeah, I guess we have,” he keeps throwing the ball. “Shouldn't you have sent me a really disturbing photo and a bad sexual pun by now? I feel like I've been cheated.”

“Well I haven't gotten my hour of small talk and boasts about your finances either.”

I didn't think much of the conversation considering we did flirt occasionally, trying to keep our skills up. Then Clint stopped throwing the ball and sat up, deep in thought.

“Do you wanna....try a date?”

“A date?” I sit up too.

“I mean, we get on really well and I don't hate your voice even after all this time and that's very rare for me.”

“Yeah, I mean, you never take your hearing aid out around me so I guess I'm special,” I joke. “You sure you wanna ask me on a date? It could make the friendship weird if it doesn't feel right.”

“I don't get the feeling it would,” he shrugs.

“Uh huh,” I stand up, going over to him. “How about we skip that step and I kiss you and if it's weird, we don't talk about it again. If it's not, fine, you can take me on a date.”

“That's fair.”

So I sit next to him on the window ledge and we kiss. Far from feeling awkward, it's very comfortable, very natural. In fact it's so natural that we don't stop. We don't even stop when we're taking off clothes in full view of the window where anyone could look in.

“I'm ready to carry on,” Clint says seriously as he's got me under him on the ledge. “And I want it to be with you. I hope that's okay.”

And when I sign my response back, he bursts into laughter before obliging – Fuck me, idiot.

Hi!! If you're still writing Then I Met You (One Chicago) would I be able to be added to the tag list? thank you so much and totally all good if not :D

I’ll start writing it again sooner or later and I’ll be sure to tag you 🤗

Kal's Test - Cotton Candy Goodness

Summary: You and Henry test Kal's love!

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 547

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Fluff

Inspiration: Tiktok videos!

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“It's going to be me!” Henry was saying as you went live on your Instagram. “I've had Kal since he was a pup, he loves me the most!”

You laughed, setting your phone up carefully, then stepped back to stand beside Henry and Kal. “We'll see about that, Cavill. We'll see about that.” You giggled, then looked into your phone, grinning. “Hey there, guys!” You said, beaming cheerfully, giving a small wave. “Henry and I have been deep in debate about who Kal here,” You waved your hands at the Akita, who sat handsomely between you and Henry.

“Loves more!”

“It's me.” Henry replied, folding his arms over his strapping chest.

You chuckled, glancing over at him. “So, after seeing the TikTok trends and videos, Henry and I are going to test out who Kal runs to first—which is going to be me.” You smirked, proudly. “You ready, handsome?” You asked, resting your hands on Kal's neck.

“Don't butter him up!” Henry protested, arms dropping to his side, looking offended.

“Oh, that's not possible, Puppy. He's already my good boy, aren't you?” You smiled, kissing the top of his black snout. “All right, ready, Hen?” You asked, straightening up and looking at him.

“Ready for you to see that my Boy loves me more than you!” Henry replied, resting his hand on Kal's head.

You gave your phone a look and rolled your eyes, giggling. “On the count of five!”

You and Henry poised yourselves on either side of Kal, who looked between you and Henry, curious to what was going on, both of you counted down together, then took off and dashed to either side of the backyard. Kal's head jerked back and forth between you and Henry, his tail wagging like crazy, before he stood up on all fours and took off in one of the directions.

“What, no!”

“What's right!” You laughed, dropping to your knees as Kal skid to a stop in the grass in front of you. “Who's a Mama's Boy!?” You giggled, hugging his neck and kissing his face. “You are, that's right! My baby boy, Kal!”

“You traitor!” Henry roared, outraged and heartbroken, as he crossed over to the two of you. “How could you do me like that, Kal!” He asked, as Kal turned around to race over to him, jumping up on him. “I thought we were partners-in-crime!” He huffed, grabbing Kal by the scruff off his neck and brought his face close to the Bear's.

“After everything we've been through!”

“But you're not Mama!” You chuckled, scratching all over Kal's back. “Say, she gives me all the treats, all the time! You don't, dad!” You said, pretending to be the Akita, then looked to your phone. “You saw it live, guys! Kal Cavill loves me more than Henry! Spread the word!” You grinned, moving forward and turning the live stream off.

“Aww, Puppy.” You cooed, seeing Henry's face as you turned around, and found Henry pouting at you. “If it's any consolation, I'd run to you, if it was me.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pushed up on your toes to kiss him.

“It is.” Henry sighed, kissing you back.

Double Agent

Summary: You found your soulmates in Bucky and Steve, but what happens when you have to slip back into your past as an undercover Hydra agent to protect them?

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: PTSD, swearing, angst, torture, implied smut at the end.

Note: This was an anonymous request from one of my besties (: Thank you for the request, love ya! <3

As always, any likes, comments, and/or reblogs are deeply appreciated! I love that shit (:

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Soulmates. Everybody has at least one soulmate. There had been instances where records have said someone could up up to six soulmates. Everybody thinks of love when they hear the word soulmate, but sometimes that isn’t the case. Sometimes soulmates are meant to be best friends, protectors of each other. Someone to be there through thick and thin. Someone to just be your person.

That wasn’t the case with you. You thought it was when your two soulmate marks appeared on your eighteenth birthday, a sun and a moon plastered on your left forearm. You thought maybe one was the one meant to be your lover while the other was meant to be your friend but you were wrong. The moment you walked into the Avengers facility with Natasha you felt your soulmate marks burn, but it didn’t hurt. It was a good burn, to let you know they were close. They were here. You followed Natasha around as they introduced you to everybody and when you met Steve and Bucky, you knew instantly that they were your soulmates.

Here you were a year later, sleeping between the two super soldiers soundly. Steve had his face pressed into your neck with an arm wrapped loosely around you while Bucky was further down on your body, his arm wrapped around your waist and his face snuggled into your hip bone underneath the covers. Your eyes suddenly opened wide, sweat dripping down your skin. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath, panting in the arms of the super soldiers. You slowly wormed your way out of their grasp as quietly as you could as to not wake them, walking out of the shared bedroom and to the kitchen. Your tank top and pajama shorts clung to your body, drenched with sweat as you filled up a glass of water to try and calm your nerves.

“You okay, doll? Another nightmare?”

You turn to see Bucky standing there, his hair disheveled from sleep but his tired blue eyes showed deep concern for you. Your eyes went down to his right forearm where his soul mark was, a star and a sun. You learned rather quickly that you were represented by the star, Steve the sun, and Bucky the moon. You trusted the two with everything. Almost everything. You hadn’t told Bucky or Steve what your nightmares were about, you kept that secret. How were you supposed to tell Bucky that you worked for Hydra for years as you were undercover? Did things for them that haunted you, followed you everywhere you went? You sigh softly and nod, “Just needed some water.”

Bucky crossed the distance between the two of you, his bare feet stepping on the hardwood floors was the only sound in the room. He understood nightmares more than anybody and never pressured you to talk about it but was always curious as to what haunted you and woke you up in the middle of the night. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing his face into your hair, “You can talk to us about it, sweetheart, whatever it is.”

You swallow hard, melting into his touch, “I know.” You whisper to him, “I don’t want to.” You nuzzle yourself into his bare chest for a moment before backing up a little and bringing the glass of water to your lips and taking a long drink of it, the cool water helping calm your sweating body. You set the glass down on the counter, “You should go back to bed so Steve doesn’t wake up alone. You know how much he hates that.” You said with a small smile up towards him.

Bucky just stared at you for a few moments, trying to discern if you were really okay or not. He could hear your heart, it was beating evenly and your breathing had returned to normal. What was not normal, however, was the dark rings that had started taking over under your eyes from the sleep you haven’t been getting for the last two weeks. It concerned not only Bucky, but Steve as well. The both of them love you so much, almost too much, and coddled you like you weren’t a deadly, trained assassin. Bucky let out a defeated sigh, knowing this wasn’t one he was going to win. Once you were up, you were up and that was the end of the story. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning his against yours, “I love you, sweetheart.” He murmurs out to you before turning and walking back to the bedroom. He crawled back into the bed beside Steve, staring up at the ceiling for a while until he fell asleep, curling into Steve’s chest. Steve and Bucky, being a bunch of curious boys, already looked up everything about you they could that was in S.H.E.I.L.D.’s database but even with their clearance there were blacked out portions they weren’t able to see and they both figured whatever was blacked out in your file was the cause of your nightmares.

When Steve and Bucky woke at their usual early morning time at six, you were nowhere to be found in the shared apartment suite and there was a scribbled note saying you were going on a run. Steve held the note in his hand with his brow furrowed, “Do you think she’s okay?” He asks, his eyes flickering over to Bucky who was going in on some sugary cereal, “Remember to chew.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve’s comment and made his chewing extra dramatic before swallowing, “She slept longer than most nights.” He mumbled out before putting another spoonful of sugar into his mouth. He understood the nightmares more than Steve. Both had their share of PTSD but Steve coped better through it than Bucky and you did. Sometimes Bucky went into episodes where he would stay awake for days until he was a mess enough for you and Steve to drag him into the shower and to bed. It bothered them both though that you wouldn’t share what was causing the nightmares, but they weren’t the type to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do or share. They just hoped that you would talk about one day when you were ready.

You slowed your pace, your hair tied up into a messy ponytail. You had managed to chain into some leggings and a light jacket without waking either of your super soldiers before slipping out to run to try to clear your mind. You slumped your back against a tree and closed your eyes, tilting your head up to the sky to let the sun that had just risen to warm your skin. You knew by this time your two soulmates would be awake, Steve probably being a concerned mama hen and Bucky eating all of the cereal just to try and find the dinky prize at the bottom of the box. You weren’t ready to meet their concerned gaze yet, the questions of if you were okay and what was going on through your head. At least tonight was Clint’s birthday party so you would be able to have some drinks and hopefully be able to fall asleep for more than just a few hours. You pushed yourself off of the tree to start your steady pace again but an arm grabbed you and pulled you back. You turned to face whoever grabbed you, your fist clenched and raised ready to attack before you drop it at the sight, “Maya.” You mutter out, “What are you doing here?” You ask the tall, black haired woman. She was a sight for sore eyes but not one you were expecting. Maya was a woman you met while undercover with Hydra and she had the same mindset as you did. Eventually you were able to turn her double agent, sending you information of what Hydra was up to. The higher ups in Hydra, who you were pretty comfy with, thought you were still apart of their team just MIA at the moment doing some recon.

“I missed you!” Maya smiled brightly at you, pulling you in for a hug before backing away, “Ew, gross. You’re all sweaty.” She said with a fake gag as she wiped your sweat from her skin.

“Yeah. I’m on a run. That’s what happens.” You chuckle slightly before asking your question again, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you. But seeing you means something big is happening so I’ll ask again. What are you doing here, Maya?”

Maya sighs and steps closer to you, “You’re right about something big. The ‘powers that be’ have ordered a hit out on James Barnes and Steve Rogers. They’re going to hire a bunch of mercenaries and whoever gets the confirmed kill gets a big paycheck.”

Your eyes widened for a moment at the words before they narrowed at Maya, “Why would they be making those moves now?” You asked. Your skin felt like fire and you could feel your heart racing at the news. You couldn’t let that happen. You wouldn’t let anything happen to your two soulmates, especially at the hands of Hydra.

“The last mission they went on, they stole some valuable information. Hydra wants them dead before they crack the code on the thumb drive spilling a bunch of dirty secrets.” Maya paused for a moment, “That thumb drive has information on every Hydra affiliate. Including you and I.”

You freeze at her words, plans hatching in your mind of what you had to do. You look around for a moment, taking in all the information before turning back to Maya, “Well… I’ll handle it. I’ll see you soon, Maya.” You told her before starting to jog back to the facility. You had to talk to the one person who knew everything. The only person who knew everything about your undercover status- Natasha. When you got back to the facility, you were almost to Natasha’s office when you were stopped by Steve who actually managed to spook you, something the pair hadn’t been able to do.

“Woah.” Steve said, his brow furrowing as he placed his large hands on your waist, “Everything okay?” He hadn’t expected to run into you yet here you were, seeming lost in your mind with something that made it easy to sneak up on you. He brings one hand up to rest on your cheek, his fingertips lightly touching the soft purple under your eye from lack of sleep. It pained him to see you this way, all he wanted to do was help but he couldn’t do that if you didn’t talk to him.

You nod and force a smile out up to him, “Yeah, Stevie. I’m okay, you just spooked me.” You tell him, “I was just deep in thought. I have to go talk to Natasha.” You say, pointing your thumb over your shoulder to Natasha’s closed door to her office

Steve looks over at the door then back to you, “You’re not going to go try to bribe her to let you go on missions again, are you?” He asks softly, “You know you won’t be assigned until you’re sleeping again.”

You shook your head slightly at him, maintaining eye contact with him. You made sure to keep your breathing steady which kept your heart rate calm as to not alert Steve to anything going on with you, “Don’t worry, my love. I’m not. I have to talk to her about the party tonight because I ran by the cupcake place and its closed so we have to figure out where else to get them from.” You lied skillfully. You quickly stood on your toes and press a soft kiss to his cheek that lingered just a little longer than you should’ve, “I’ll catch up with you and Buck later, okay?” You tell him before turning and continuing on your mission to talk to Natasha. You slipped through the door, shutting and locking it behind you. Luckily, Natasha had made sure to soundproof her office so even the enhanced hearing of super soldiers wouldn’t know what was going on. You sat in the chair across from her, letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh no.” Natasha groans, sitting back in her chair. She had known you long enough that she could read you just with a sigh passing your lips, “What’s going on?”

“Hydra is going to make some big moves because of the information Steve and Bucky got on their last mission.” You tell her, trying to keep your voice even, even though every molecule of your body was vibrating with anger and pain of what you were going to have to do to keep Steve and Bucky alive.

Natasha nods, licking her lips slowly before meeting your gaze, “What do you need me to do?” She asks.

“How’s your collection going?” You ask, nodding to her left shoulder where you knew her bullet wound scar from years earlier sat when Bucky had shot her as the Winter Soldier, “Feel like adding another? Because I can’t exactly shoot the birthday boy.” Clint was the only other person who knew everything about your past and he had been sworn to secrecy by you and Natasha.

Natasha shifts in her seat a little bit, “Not really, but I will.”

That was how the plan was hatched between you and Natasha for what was going to happen tonight at Clint’s birthday party. You spent the rest of the day trying to avoid Bucky and Steve, not wanting to risk anything being given away. You could feel them looking for you through your soulmate bond, worried about you but you tried to push it away and kept avoiding them. When it came time for the party, neither you or Natasha were found.

You stood in the sealed vault with Natasha, holding the thumb drive Hydra needed in your hands. The thumb drive that had all known Hydra affiliates on it, including your name. This was the better option is what you kept telling yourself. If you were outed, your cover was blown as an undercover agent in Hydra and you’d have a lot of questions to answer from your soulmates. You tuck the thumb drive in your pocket, turning to face Natasha, “Ready?” You ask.

Natasha nods and turns the cameras back on to have some sort of proof that you were Hydra and what was going to happen. You two fought for a little bit until you pulled a gun from a desk, aiming and shooting directly into Natasha’s right shoulder, the bullet going straight through. It wasn’t a kill shot, but hurt like hell. You gave her one last look before making your escape, running towards the exit and out into the darkness.

The party was alerted about the gunshot in the vault soon after by F.R.I.D.A.Y.. Steve and Bucky, who had been standing by each other waiting for you, immediately started sprinting. You were not at the party which meant you may be the one that got shot. Steve rushed into the vault first, Bucky right on his heels. Steve ran to Natasha who had propped herself up against a wall, keeping pressure on the bullet wound, “What happened?” Steve asks.

Natasha breathes heavy, looking to Steve, “Y/N… She took the information you two got on your last mission…” Bucky looked stunned, frozen in shock with wide eyes, “She shot you?” He asks in disbelief.

Natasha looks at Bucky and nods, “There’s things you two don’t know about her…” She breathed out, “I thought she had gone straight years ago but she’s still been working with Hydra. She double crossed us all.”

Steve put his hand over the bullet hole, shaking his head at her words, “No. Not Y/N. She wouldn’t do that.”

“You’re lying.” Bucky hissed out, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You wouldn’t do that. He knew you, or so he thought.

Clint came running in and froze at the sight before quickly going to Natasha and picking her up from the floor, determined to get her to the infirmary.

“Wait.” Steve said, grabbing Clint’s arm to stop him from going and looking at Natasha in his arms, “Are you sure? Maybe she was doing something else?”

“Check the footage.” Natasha said to him, “And use my code to look at her files. 730947503. You’ll see.”

Steve and Bucky immediately went to Natasha’s office, typing in her code to unlock your files. The blackened portions went away and it unlocked other files on you. Showing you wearing the Hydra symbol proudly on your jacket sleeve while walking with known Hydra affiliates, even one of you with Alexander Pierce. The file read:

Y/N Y/L/N

Organization: Hydra

Role: Assassin/Executioner

Threat Level: 9

Known Aliases: Alice Cabray. Sofia Turngenev. Mayhem.

“Mayhem… Pierce used to talk about Mayhem.” Bucky said softly as he read the screen, “Thought it was an organization or another project… but it was her.” He remembered Pierce once talk about Mayhem at the bank vault where he was kept as the Winter Soldier. Pierce had sent one of the scientist to meet Mayhem but he never knew what that meant until now. You must’ve been close, but not close enough for the soulmate bond to take hold. The file said you had turned over information to SHEILD in an attempt to go straight but that must’ve been a lie to get closer to the Avengers.

The two continued to read through the files, reading about all the hits you have done. There was even footage of you executing some of the hits but your face was always hidden from view but the two super soldiers would know you anywhere even without seeing your face. There was footage of you with Brock Rumlow, another Hydra agent that had been undercover at SHEILD. Then they watched the footage from the vault with you and Natasha, seeing you snatch the thumb drive before firing a shot at Natasha and fleeing. Both of them staring at the screen for a few moments in silence at what they just witnessed.

Bucky slumped back into the chair, hanging his head low as he stared at the floor, “Steve… Our soulmate… She’s…” His sentence didn’t end, he couldn’t say that you were Hydra. It just didn’t seem possible to him even with all the proof.

“I know.” Steve said, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.

POV- You

You pulled your jacket firmly around you, your hood hiding your face as you walked through crowds on the busy street. You stopped outside a club, walking past the bouncer and into the club. You took in the musty air, looking as you watched people dance with each other to the overly loud music and throw back drinks one after another. You slipped past the bodies and through a door in the back, walking down the basement where Maya stood waiting for you, “Hey.”

“You made it!” Maya said with a smile before leading you to an underground garage full of expensive cars. She got into the drivers side while you got into the passenger side. Maya looks over at you, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “It’s the only idea, Maya. Just drive.” You tell her after fastening your seatbelt, motioning to the steering wheel. It didn’t take long to get to the new Hydra operative building. It looked like a normal building, tall with glass windows and seemingly normal workers, but you knew it was all just a cover for what was really happening behind the tinted windows. You and Maya walk inside and she departs on a lower floor than you. You stopped at the fourth floor from the top, walking out of the elevator and down the empty hallway until you reached double doors. You push both of them open after a deep breath and putting a confident smile on. Behind the doors laid a large office, the room littered with men and women. Some were visibly Hydra soldiers but others were politicians, leaders of different countries, and the heads of Hydra. You walk in and the room fell silent as they glanced at you. One of the leaders of Hydra raised a thick white eyebrow at your appearance before one of the soldiers stepped forward with a gun to your left temple.

“What are you doing here?” The new head of Hydra, Michael Grey, asked as he stood from one of the leather chairs and walks towards you. He was a tall, muscular man and didn’t look older than forty. He had light brown hair and wore an expensive blue suite that looked one size too small for him.

You shrug as you look around, “Figured it was time for a check-in.” You say nonchalantly before smiling over at him, “Oh, and I got this for you.” You say, pulling out the thumb drive and tossing it to him.

Grey catches the thumb drive and looks at it before waving a hand which has the soldier remove the gun from your head, “Thought you went rogue on us.” He huffed out as he passed someone you didn’t recognize the thumb drive before pouring two glasses of expensive looking scotch.

“Well, I got in and some things happened. Had to stay close.” You reply, watching his every move as Grey slowly approached you and handed you one of the glasses. You sip some of the scotch, a small smile still playing on your lips.

“Ah, I’ve heard of those things.” Grey told you with a charming smile, looking at your covered forearm, “Soulmate to Steve Rogers and James Barnes. I would like to see.”

You nod and set the scotch on one of the small tables next to a leather chair before slowly slipping your jacket off your body and setting it on the chair. You hold out your left arm, showing the sun and moon soulmate tattoo.

Grey gently puts his hand on your elbow, bringing your arm closer to his face as he watches you for any sign in your features. His eyes slowly flickered down to the tattoo on your arm, “Sun and moon. Sun obviously for the golden boy and moon for his darker half. I’m curious, what are you to them?” He asks, his green eyes flickering up to meet yours.

“A star.” You reply, keeping your voice even. It didn’t feel right to have him touch you, not so close to your soulmate mark but you couldn’t show how it was making you feel. He was testing you, seeing if there was anything that could be interpreted as you were sent here by them.

“Of course you are.” Grey said with a smile, releasing you from his touch and walking back over to his desk, leaning against the front and keeping his eyes on you, “Give us the room,” At his command, the room emptied rather quickly until it was just you and Grey alone staring each other down. His eyes glossed over you from head to toe before tilting at you, “I’m hesitant to trust you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Don’t believe me?” You ask, taking a few steps forward confidently as you tilt your head to one side, “Really, Michael? Why would I bring you the information that would out us all if I was on their side?”

Grey straightened his posture and folds his arms, shrugging slightly at you with that grin on his lips, “Guess I just need a little more proof.” He said before reaching to the other side of his desk and pulling out what a large ring with the Hydra symbol on it. He beckoned you closer and you complied, stepping forward and holding out your left forearm knowingly. You’ve spent enough time with Michael Grey that you knew what he was planning to do and you couldn’t hesitate otherwise he would know. Grey pulled out a lighter next, warming the Hydra symbol on the ring until it looked red and angry before pressing in quickly into the center of your moon soulmate tattoo.

Bucky and Steve POV

The team was in the conference room, sitting and going over what had happened with you and Natasha in the vault. Clint was leading the mission since Natasha was still getting patched up and Steve was filling everybody in on what him and Bucky found in the file, about you being Hydra.

In the middle of Clint speaking, Bucky let out a sudden yelp and stood from his chair. His eyes went wide and he clawed at his right forearm where his soulmate tattoos were. He ripped the fabric off his arm to reveal his star tattoo, the one representing you which was normally black, was burning and the outline was red but there was no mark.

“Buck?” Steve asks, crossing the room over to him and grabbing onto his right hand to examine the soulmate tattoos. Then his own started to burn and he pulls up his sleeve with a hiss, feeling the same burning but seeing nothing there on the star that represented you. The border of the star tattoo turned a light shade of red at the feeling before it slowly faded back to its normal black boarder.

“What was that?” Clint asks, looking between the two super soldiers.

Bucky’s eyes were wide and staring at Steve, grabbing onto his arm quickly as if to make sure he was still there, “She burned our tattoos….” He whispered in almost a defeated fashion. Burning of soulmate marks closed off the bond you shared with your soulmates, but not fully. Bucky felt terrified. You had burned your soulmate tattoo of him and now he felt abandoned, scared, vulnerable, “I can’t feel her, Stevie…"

Steve wrapped his free arm around Bucky’s shoulder, pressing his face into the side of Bucky’s head to lay a soft kiss before looking down at the soulmate tattoos on his own arm, not believing what you had done. The loss of not being able to feel you as much was breaking Steve as much as Bucky, but in moments like this he had to be the strong one.

POV- You

You kept Michael’s gaze as he burned both your soulmate tattoos, feeling Bucky’s vulnerability and Steve’s brokenness but didn’t let it show as you breathed through the pain until he pulled the rings from your skin. You roll your shoulders and then tilt your head at him, “How about now?”

Michael smiled and put the ring on the desk to cool down before turning his gaze on you again, “Mhmm.” He purred out and looked at your now scarred tattoos, “So, how have you been, Miss. Mayhem?”

You smile and shrug, “I’ve been good.” You say, walking back over to your glass of scotch and lifting it up, twirling the glass so the liquid spun in it before taking a drink, “Although… I did hear about your plan with my soulmates and I couldn’t help but feel left out.” You pouted your bottom lip at Michael, watching his grin grow, “Last I checked, things like that was my job.” You say, walking over to him until you could smell his cologne, licking your top lip before speaking again, “And you know that nobody will do it better than I can.”

Michael grinned, reaching out a hand and placed it on your hip, “You sure you can handle it?” He asks softly.

You smile at him and nod, “Leave it to me. Those boys are wrapped around my finger.” You whisper in his ear before turning on your heels, “Thanks for the scotch!” You say over your shoulder before leaving.

Bucky and Steve

It’s been a week since your soulmate tattoos have been burnt. A whole goddamn week and Bucky was fuming. He was flipping between being a vulnerable wreck that sat on the floor and cried and being so angry that Steve had to hold him back from punching anymore holes in walls because he was running out of picture frames to hide them. Bucky was feeling the brunt of it. After all this time, after all the nights you were there for him after a nightmare, you had betrayed him and Steve and gone off with Hydra. He cursed himself for not knowing this about you, trusting you so easily just because the universe decided you were his other part besides Steve. He was laying back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the thoughts ran through his head. Stupid. His brain told him, Trusting her after she stayed so closed off. Should’ve known. Can’t trust anybody except Steve. Everybody hurts you. Nobody cares except Steve. Who would want you?

Steve was being the stronger out of the two for Bucky’s sake. He had always feared something like this would happen. Not you running off with Hydra, but of them finding their third soulmate and then being abandoned. He knew Bucky wouldn’t handle it well and it was unfolding in front of his eyes. Steve sat down on the floor in front of the couch, snaking a hand up to take Bucky’s in his and grip onto it tightly just to let him know he was here. Steve was hurt too. He thought he had completed the puzzle in his life finding you to be with him and Bucky. He planned out the future, eventually retiring and buying a big house where him and Bucky could give you everything you could ever want, maybe even a family someday. He finally felt peace for the first time when the three of you had said the three little words that meant so much - I love you.

The two eventually dragged themselves off the couch, needing to do something other than sulk and mope around so Steve decided it would be a good idea for the two of them to go out to get some of the pizza they enjoyed and maybe some ice cream. What they weren’t expecting, however is when they got back into the car and started it, a thick fog came through the vents of the A/C. The two coughed and tried to fan the fog away or get out of the car, but the doors and windows were locked, trapping them inside. Eventually the gas knocked them out, both of them going limp in the drivers seat.

When they awoke, they were both chained to metal chairs. Even with their strength, the heavy duty chains wouldn’t budge as they were practically drowning in them. Bucky was wide eyed, struggling in his chair as flashbacks came to his head of time with Hydra, being tortured mercilessly. Steve was more calm, as usual, slowly looking around at their surroundings. They were in a dark room and there was a plastic sheet below them on the floor above the carpet. There was no furniture in the room either and both of them were just staring at double doors.

Both of them froze when they heard footsteps, watching as two pairs of feet appeared below the door. But when you entered with Michael at your side and an evil grin on your face, their blood ran cold. You stayed a little away from them, looking them both over with a tilt of your head but never making eye contact with either of them, “Told you.” You said, glancing over at Michael, “Nobody does it better than me.”

“Mhmm.” Michael hummed, walking up beside you and placing an arm around your waist. He kissed your cheek, not missing how both Steve and Bucky tensed when he did, “You did very good, gorgeous.” His eyes turned back on Steve and Bucky, seeing that stern Captain America look on Steve with his eyes aflame with anger as Bucky just stared at you, holding back tears with a grim look across his features at your betrayal.

You smile and step away from Michael, pulling out a gun, “So, did you want me to do this now or what?” You ask, waving the gun in the general direction towards Steve and Bucky.

Bucky starts laughing slightly under his breath, hanging his head, “You’re going to kill us, doll?” He asks, tilting his head up slightly to look at you from under his dark eyelashes, “Should’ve known you were too good to be true. Nothin’ but a liar.”

You holster the gun and walk over to Bucky, takin his cheeks between your hand and giving them a soft squeeze to make him pout. You kept your eyes on his bottom lip, still refusing to meet his gaze because you knew if you did, you would break, “Oh sweetness, I had my fun with you. It’s just business.” You mutter out to him before turning your back on him and walking back towards Michael.

“How about some dinner and wine first?” Michael asks, wrapping an arm around your waist again as he ignored the two super soldiers, “It’ll get you more in the mood.”

You nod, “Wine sounds fantastic.” You say, flashing a smile at him as he began to pull you out the door.

“Y/N!” Steve yelled after you, “We love you, please…” He said, trying to reach you. Then he saw it when you looked over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Your eyes were sad and in pain, filled with silent apologies as they flickered between him and Bucky.

You lick your lips and shrug, “It was a good time.” You simply say and turn back to Michael with a smile, the doors shutting behind you.

Bucky and Steve were silent, giving each other looks once in a while as if to silently communicate what they were feeling. Both of them had noticed the way you looked at them and it was like you were silently saying ‘I love you two’ to them. Both their eyes flitted to the door as they heard gunshots, starting to struggle against their chains again before the double doors opened and Sam was staring at them, “What? Chains too much for your super strength?”

“Get us out of here, birdbrain.” Bucky hissed at him, not in the mood to deal with this. He had to find you, him and Steve had to find you.

Sam let Steve out from the chains first, using some new laser tech on redwing that Tony installed to do the job. Once he was done with Bucky, the two made their way to the door immediately, “Hey! She’s already gone!” Sam called after them, making the two super soldiers freeze in their steps and look at Sam questioningly, “Natasha and Clint already booked her, it’s like she was waiting at the door for us.”

Steve and Bucky share a look of confusion and relief that you were safe and alive, but confused because they knew you. You wouldn’t go down without a fight so hearing that you were already booked was a shock to them. They went outside and got into one of the black SUVS provided by SHEILD and headed back to the facility where they immediately found Natasha, “Where is she?” Steve asked her immediately.

Natasha sighs, “Look, I think we should talk first about what happened.” She told them, folding her arms.

“Where is she, Nat?” Bucky hissed out, his fists clenching in anger.

“She’s in the cradle. She may have blocked a shot from a Hydra soldier that was aimed at Clint before we got her.” Natasha informed.

“What?” Steve and Bucky ask at the same time, their anger melting away to just feel worry for you. The two super soldiers pushed passed the short redhead and into the medical bay where you laid in the cradle, passed out with a bullet wound to your stomach.

Bucky pressed his hand up against the glass at the sight of you, millions of thoughts running through his head. His eyes flitted down to the soulmate mark on your left forearm, flinching at the sight of the Hydra mark in the center of the moon and sun tattoos.

Steve stood beside Bucky, staring down at you as the cradle healed you. His eyes went to Natasha and he folded his arms, “What do you know, Nat?” He asks with narrow eyes.

Natasha sighs and folds her arms, “Y/N and I go way back. She has been a SHEILD agent almost as long as Clint has. She was placed undercover when we learned that Hydra still existed, deep undercover.” She told them, “She was one of their favorites and would feed us information, even provided us with the technology to ruin Project Insight.”

“How did she end up here?” Steve questioned, shocked at the new information.

“She told me she wanted to quit being undercover, didn’t like the things they made her do as their enforcer and assassin, that it was slowly killing her.” Nat said, her eyes flickering to you before back to Steve, “But she couldn’t just sever ties with Hydra, just in case something important came up and we needed her skillset. When you two took the information from Hydra, they planned to hire every mercenary to come after the two of you and it would’ve worked. So Y/N went back undercover with Hydra to create a plan where we could capture the heads of Hydra without blowing her cover.”

Bucky lost it, removing his palm from the glass on the cradle and walking over to Natasha, more like stomping, until he was staring down at her. His nostrils flared in anger and his fists clenched at his sides, “Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t she tell us?”

“I didn’t tell you because of a situation like this, in case we needed her background.” Natasha stated simply, narrowing her eyes at Bucky and her body tensing, “You’re going to have to ask her yourself when she wakes up, Barnes.”

And so began the waiting game. The cradle healed you right up and as soon as Bucky and Steve got the okay to move you, they took you back to your shared apartment in the facility and laid you down on the couch waiting for you to wake up. Bucky was pacing around the room, trying to process the information and his feelings while Steve sat on the coffee table staring at you.

Your brow wrinkled a little before your eyes opened, a hand going up to feel your stomach where the bullet had ripped through you to find just a small scar left from the cradle. You look around and meet Steve’s eyes filled with relief and a mixture of anger, “Oh shit.” You mutter, slowly sitting up, “Okay, I’m sure there’s questions…”

“Yeah, you think?” Steve asks, his eye brows raised at you, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You sigh and pick at your fingernails, “I couldn’t in case I needed to go back undercover. It’s better if you two believed it.” You tell him softly before looking over to Bucky, finding those blue eyes you adored before looking down to the ground, “And I didn’t want to tell you after everything Bucky went through. You don’t understand, I was there doing other errands for Pierce and it almost killed me when I found out that I was your guys’s soulmate. I was so close to Bucky and didn’t save him.”

Bucky froze at your words, his lips turning down into a small frown at the pain in your voice. He crosses the room slowly to sit beside you, instantly wanting to comfort you as he placed his hand on the small of your back, “It’s not your fault, doll. But why not just tell us about the hit when you learned about it? We could’ve came up with a plan.”

You shook your head and look at Bucky, “No, not with every mercenary on your tail. It would be like having hundreds of Natashas and me’s after you. Even though you two are the strongest and smartest people I know, they would’ve got you eventually.” You tell him honestly, “The only way to make sure the mercenary army wasn’t called in to kill you was me taking the head on it. I was Hydra’s head executioner and assassin, taking care of internal affairs and cleaning up their messes when Bucky wasn’t available. They trusted me to get it done, exactly like I wanted them to.” You watch Steve and Bucky both nod at your words, sharing silent glances as they seemed to communicate telepathically.

Steve moved to sit on the other side of you, taking your right hand in his large ones and leaving a kiss on the back of your hand, “Thank you for protecting us.” He says over to you with a half smile.

“But never,” Bucky says to you, lifting your left forearm and leaving small kisses on your Hydra branded skin, “Do it again.”

You look at the Hydra brands on your arm and sigh, another reminder other than your memories about what you’ve done. You close your eyes tightly to try and stop the tears from forming, “I’m sorry.”

Bucky kissed the side of your forehead as Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Steve whispers to you, “You’re here with us. Just promise no more secrets, okay? No more running off to protect us and no more Hydra.”

Bucky places a finger under your chin and tilts your face to meet his eyes, “Promise us. No more double agent or undercover for Hydra. It stops now, doll.”

You nod with Bucky’s finger still on your chin, staring him in the eyes, “I promise.” you tell him before looking over at Steve, “I promise.” You tell him also. You let out a yelp as Bucky picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and started walking towards the bedroom, “Bucky!” You squeak out, patting his back, “What are you doing?”

“Bucky wasn’t very happy about that guy kissing your cheek.” Steve informs you as he follows behind with a smile.

“Fuckin’ gross.” Bucky growled out, “She’s ours. All ours.” He landed a soft smack to your ass, making you jump a little in his grasp, “Gonna give you a nice shower to get him off of ya’ before we dirty you up.”

You couldn’t help but whimper at his words, knowing what that meant. It meant after your shower, you were going to be reminded just how much the two super soldiers love you while leaving hickeys on your skin to remind you of all the spots that you are theirs.

“We also missed you.” Steve said with a grin and lust in his eyes, still following closely behind, “And we are going to show you how much."

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