Dont Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)

Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)

Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader fic. Thought I’d drop down the first chapter of this ongoing story. Currently up to 12 chapters I believe. You can find the rest on my A03 and I’ll try and put future chapters up here too. Fic summary:  You and Steve are trying your best to enlist to join your best friend Bucky on the front line but life keeps kicking you back down. You’re all friends from childhood. Is the war going to tear you all apart? Chapter 1 - Your Country Needs You! Smack!

“Hey, get the hell outta here!” you growl at the guy beating up your friend as you socked a punch so hard into his face that he fell over into the trashcans in the alleyway.

“You goddamn broad, how dare you!” the guy yells as he scrambles to his feet. “Ain’t your Daddy never told you to play nice?”

“Ain’t your Daddy ever told you not to start a fight?” you snap back. “Especially one you ain’t got a hope and a prayer of winning?”

“So what…Stevie needs a dame to save him now?” the guy laughs.

You chance a quick look at Steve who was still on the ground. He looked mortified and he looked ashamed. You didn’t have time to soothe his wounded ego.

Geez Louise, Steve. Can you not go five minutes without finding trouble?

“Well this dame just put an end to your grandstanding. So how about you scram before I hit you again, huh?” you snarl.

“Think I won’t hit you because you’re a girl?” the guy says, starting to advance on you. “You’re sorely mistaken, sweetcheeks. You need to be taught some goddamn manners and to know where your place is.”

He’s about to backhand you when another hand shoots out, stopping it dead in its tracks.

“That’s not very polite,” comes that oh so familiar voice.

Bucky.

“The lady was only tryna help her friend,” Bucky continues. “Now, why don’t you buzz off before you have me to deal with?”

There’s a lot of spluttering and a few hateful glares thrown around before the guy slinks off, muttering something about getting you all later.

Immediately you help Steve to his feet.

“I had him,” Steve grumbles.

“You didn’t have diddly squat,” you laugh. “But you lasted longer than the previous time you got in a fight.”

“You don’t need to keep saving me all the time guys,” Steve sighs. “I can do this. I really can.”

“I know, you’re pretty swell at taking punches,” Bucky grins. “But maybe practise on a littler guy first.”

Steve just flushes horribly and looks down at the trash strewn alley. Your heart goes out to him. He always tried his best and he was such a gentleman. If he was just a little bit taller you’re sure he’d have girls falling over themselves.

“As for you, Missy, is this gonna be another time where I’m explaining to your Pa why you have bruises on your knuckles?” Bucky laughs.

You cringe every time they used that nickname but unfortunately it seemed to have stuck. Bucky thought it was perfect considering you were the most unladylike girl in Brooklyn and Steve just went along with whatever Bucky said.

“I ain’t gonna say sorry for helping my friend,” you huff, folding your arms.

“You know it’s a shame you weren’t born a guy,” Bucky smiles. “You’d be a hell of a soldier, doll.”

Now it’s your turn to flush horribly. You cast a quick glance at Steve who gives you a knowing smile.

The both of you had been trying to enlist for the army recently, forging your documents and going from local recruitment fair to local recruitment fair. You were a pretty wiry looking girl so you had no problem passing for a young guy. Steve had been helping you get your voice lower and showing you male mannerisms.

At first he’d protested, saying all the usual stuff like ‘war ain’t no place for a lady’ but the more you saved him from the bullies of Brooklyn, the more he’d come round to the idea. Now he was even helping you bush your eyebrows out more with gravy granules and had put forward his meagre savings to buy you a realistic guy toupee to hide your hair. Boy did Steve get some strange looks buying that.

“She would,” Steve agrees, smiling at you warmly. “She wouldn’t be no coffee cooler for sure.”

Both men laugh and you smile broadly at the two of them, putting your arms around them both.

My boys.

It’d always been the three of you against the world and as your fingers skipped over Bucky’s uniform, you felt a pang of sadness. Soon he’d be going to the front lines and it didn’t feel right him leaving without you and Steve.

You made a silent vow that you’d get into the army no matter what. You didn’t care if you got arrested for trying.

“Hey, you guys wanna come to the World’s Fair tomorrow?” Bucky asks. “I’m taking a dame and she has a sister, Steve.”

“Uhhh,” Steve splutters, turning an adorable shade of pink. “Sure, Buck.”

“How about you, Missy?”

“I’m not gonna have to listen to you two gettin’ all doll dizzy am I?” you roll your eyes. “Because I can’t think of anything worse.”

“She’s got a brother too?” Bucky adds.

“I ain’t going blind flying,” you say sternly. “You know better than to try and set me up with someone, Buck.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs long and hard. “You’re way too intense for some guys, doll.”

“Well, I think she’s just great,” Steve interjects fiercely. “What guy doesn’t dream of a dame that can take care of herself?”

“Most of the population, Stevie,” Bucky laughs. “Scarlett O’ Hara girls are high maintenance.”

“Is that what I am?” you say, folding your arms.

“Nah,” Bucky shakes his head. “You ain’t that spoilt, sugar.”

“Damn right,” you laugh. “And I’ll come to the fair but only because I wanna see the new technology.”

“Atta girl,” Bucky winks. “I gotta head back to base but I’ll meet you guys tomorrow.”

After a polite head nod, he whirls around, looking mighty impressive in his uniform and strides back out onto the street.

“Come on, Missy,” Steve sighs. “Put your goo-goo eyes back in your head.”

“What?” you splutter.

“You think I don’t see that look on every dame’s face when they look at him?” Steve says grimly. “Even you aren’t immune to James Barnes’ charm.”

He looks incredibly disappointed and you feel damn guilty. All you were doing was admiring the tailoring. Sure you liked Buck and he was attractive but you knew he was a ladykiller and he would never treat you right if you allowed yourself to feel more for him. Besides, who’s to say he’d even like you back in the first place?

“It’s never gonna happen, Stevie,” you smile. “So quit bellyaching and walk me home.”

You knew that would appeal to Steve’s sense of pride and he gallantly gives you his arm to which you slide your own through it. The two of you walk along the streets, ignoring the judgemental stares of people and the pitying looks they gave you.

“She’s so kind to be giving him a chance,” you hear a group of girls mutter as they pass the two of you.

You tense up incredibly and you feel Steve patting your arm gently, “Leave it, Missy. They’re not worth it.”

“Goddamn rude broads,” you hiss, trying to alleviate some of the rage you felt.

“I’m used to it,” Steve shrugs sadly.

“You shouldn’t hafta be,” you say firmly.

“That’s just how the world is, Missy. Someday soon we’ll both get into the army and then we can both prove we’re not any lesser than the men around us.”

“You make that a promise, Steve Rogers,” you demand.

“I promise, Missy,” he smiles.

**

Sweet Jesus this fair was excruciating!

You had to watch as Bucky charmed the pants off of the two girls whilst Steve trailed a distance behind, obviously not impressing the sister at all. Pretty soon, Buck had a girl on each arm.

You tried your best to concentrate on the wonderful technology around you, marvelling at the ingenuity.

All of you stopped in front of the Stark Industries display to watch his amazing new creation. Ok…sure it didn’t work exactly as you expected, as you watched the hovercar crash to the ground with inelegance, but nobody ever invented anything without trying a lot first, right?

“Hey Missy, there is a recruitment fair here,” Steve whispers in your ear, nodding towards a tent. “Shall we try?”

“You bet your ass we should,” you grin.

The both of you slink away from Bucky and the girls, heading to the tent. You had your guy clothing in a drawstring bag slung over your shoulder. Nobody ever questioned you about how out of place it looked as you always wore your factory clothes out, a pair of smart dungarees over a shirt. Dresses really weren’t your thing at all.

Steve stops at the military display, looking into a projection of how he’d be as a soldier. He doesn’t even reach the designated height on the board and you see the defeated look on his face.

Oh Stevie, you can do this. I know you can.

You pat him on the shoulder lightly and draw him away from the display so he can’t keep mentally beating himself up. You’re about to follow him out into the main tent when a photo catches your eye. The uniforms are British from what you can tell and in the centre stands a woman.

Wow, do they let women join up in Britain? You couldn’t help but admire her. She was everything you wanted to be and heck, she even kept her femininity too. You wondered if you could ever meet her someday.

The sounds of an argument floats over to you and you walk on, just in time to see Steve and Bucky in a war of words.

“-How many times you gonna enlist, huh Steve?” Bucky says in irritation. “You know one of these days they’re actually gonna take you and I’m gonna hear about my dead friend on the wire.”

“Hey, stop it,” you say, getting between them.

“And you’re not much better, Missy,” Bucky says sternly. “Think I don’t know you’ve been trying too?”

Your face pales a little. How on earth did he work that one out?!

“I followed you once,” Bucky explains. “I saw you in men’s clothes. Are you that stupid, doll? You really wanna fight that badly?”

“I should be able to serve my country, same as you guys,” you hiss.

“You do, sweetheart. You help make the planes,” Bucky says.

“It’s not enough,” you shake your head. “I can fight, I know I can. I’m better than either of you.”

“Steve, will you give us a minute?” Bucky says in a low voice, one you’ve not heard him use before.

Steve just gives you a worried look before he skulks off to the registration desk.

“What, you gonna lecture me now?” you huff defensively.

Bucky grabs your arm, pulling you into a more secluded corner, “I need you to stay here, Missy. I need you to look after Stevie because he’s notgoing to get into the army and it’s gonna goddamn kill him. I don’t want him doing something drastic, you know? You’re the only person I trust who can do that.”

“It’s not fair, Buck and you know it,” you spit. “I’ve knocked you on your ass more times than I can count. I can take on some Nazis.”

“I got no doubt,” Bucky smiles sadly. “But doll, if either of you died it’d kill me inside. I’d rather you both be safe.”

“It’s not your call to make,” you say defiantly.

“Jesus, Missy,” Bucky sighs. “You’re such a stubborn mule, ain’t ya? Don’t make me tell your Pa what you been doing.”

“You wouldn’t dare, James,” you snarl.

“Don’t you 'James’ me, sugar pie,” Bucky growls back. “I find out you enlisted, I’ll drag you home myself.”

There’s nothing much more to say. You just lean back against the wall, glowering at the floor. You didn’t give a rat’s ass what Buck said. You were still gonna try and you were gonna help Steve try too.

“Now you gonna come dance with us?” Bucky asks, deflecting the conversation like he’s certain he’s won you over.

“And watch you jive with those girls whilst I sit on the side like a wallflower? Blow it outta your barracks bag, Barnes,” you grit your teeth.

“Come on, Missy, don’t be like this,” Bucky sighs. “It’s my last night before I get shipped out. I don’t wanna end it with you being mad at me.”

You keep silent, staring at the opposite wall. He’d really annoyed you a lot tonight. How could he ask you to stay behind, to ask Steve to stay behind whilst he put himself in danger without any back up?

“Doll, please,” Bucky pleads before grasping your arm and hugging you tightly. “I can’t handle you being mad at me. Stop it.”

You subconsciously relax against him as he grips you to him and he softly kisses your cheek.

“We’ll always be a team, the three of us,” he whispers against you. “I’m just representing our little wayward Brooklyn gang out in Europe.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and you feel Bucky smiling against your shoulder.

Goddamnit, why is he so charming when all I want to do is punch his stupid face?!

He pulls back, cupping your cheek, “Please look after Stevie for me? Promise me, Missy?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll look after him.”

“Thank you,” Bucky grins. “You’re my best friend, Missy. I’ll be a whole lot rosier knowing you’re safe.”

“Yeah yeah,” you dismiss. “Go to your damned speakeasy with the girls.”

He gives you a quaint little kiss to the back of the hand before winking and leaving the tent.

There’s that familiar tug on your heartstrings but you bury the feeling. He’d be leaving tomorrow, actually leaving to cross the Atlantic. Would you ever see him again? Would he make it back? Would you ever see those mischievous twinkling eyes again….

“Oh god-fucking-damnit!” you swear in the most unladylike way and turn to the arcade game set up nearby.

The Strength-O-Meter.

In your swirl of emotions, you pick up the hammer, giving the plate a hefty whack to try and get some of your energy out. The marker shoots to the top, dinging the bell slightly. Well that gave you a bit of satisfaction at least.

“Hey, I heard you swearing,” Steve says, peeking his head round the corner. “Guessing Buck told you off?”

“If that fuddy duddy thinks I’m gonna stay here and play homemaker, he has another thing coming,” you growl, hitting the plate again and the bell dings more forcefully.

“Maybe don’t take it out on the games?” Steve laughs. “Come on, let’s get you changed. I have my evaluation soon.”

You both sneak off. Steve helps you adjust your clothing, put the toupee on and make your features look more masculine. You’re thanking god you never grew breasts because this would’ve made the whole process a lot harder.

“Scares me how much you look passable,” Steve smiles. “You’re a pretty girl. It shouldn’t even be possible to do this.”

“Shut it, Steve,” you blush. “Let’s get going, huh?”

You walk up to the registration desk and fill out the form and both of you wait for your assessments. You can’t help but notice you’re being carefully watched and you try your best not to meet the man’s eye in case he looked too closely at you.

“Come with me,” another man says, leading you away.

Steve flashes you a thumbs up and you give him one back.

**

“So…Mr…Thomas Morgan,” the assessor starts, looking at your notes whilst you sit there with your shirt off, being measured.

“Call me Tom, please,” you smirk, doing your best impression of Bucky that you could.

“Or should I say Thomasina,” the guy says wryly. “You may not be very developed but you’re definitely a woman.”

Oh rats.

“You know I have to inform the police, right?” the guy says.

“That won’t be necessary,” comes a heavily accented voice from behind the curtain. “I’ll be dealing from now on, thank you.”

“Dr Erskine, of course,” the assessor nods and leaves the room.

The man called Dr Erskine walks into view and you recognise him as the man who’d been staring at you and Steve in the waiting area.

“Do you not want to put your shirt back on?” he smiles warmly.

“Doesn’t bother me, sir,” you reply back. “I’m not like other girls.”

“So I’ve seen,” Dr Erskine laughs. “I saw your little display with the strength test and how…impassioned you were about fighting. Tell me, girl, do you want to kill Nazis?”

“I just want to be able to serve my country the same as anyone else,” you answer honestly. “Why should guys get to and women can’t? Do we not have the same pride, do we not have the same patriotism, will we not die just the same if the Krauts make it to the US?”

Dr Erskine smiles so broadly that his eyes start twinkling, “And would you fight, Miss….”

“Everyone calls me Missy, sir,” you introduce yourself. “And yes, I would. I’m not afraid, I’ll do whatever is asked to make sure the US remains free.”

“Quite,” Dr Erskine nods. “I notice you came here with your small friend who has also tried to enlist. Do you think he deserves a chance, Missy?”

“Of course,” you say fervently. “He should have the same opportunity. If he wants to fight, why can’t you let him? Why does there need to be limits? A soldier is a soldier right?”

“How terribly modern,” Dr Erskine smiles before picking up your papers from the tray table and stamping them. “We may need modern thinking. There are dark days ahead…Mr Morgan.”

Did you just hear that right?!

Dr Erskine doesn’t say another word but gives you a small bow of his head before leaving.

You scramble for your papers and see the huge stamp of approval in the check box.

He let me in. He let me join even though he knew what I was.

You want to whoop with happiness but that would just draw attention to yourself so you redress and skulk out, trying to find Steve.

You spot him outside, a wide beaming grin so deep it’s practically etched onto his face.

“I did it, Miss- oh horsefeathers, I meant Tom!” Steve laughs, forgetting you were still in your male persona.

Goddamn, Steve was too polite sometimes.

“That’s great!” you cry. “So did I!”

“Really?!” Steve smiles. “Oh my god, we’re actually in!”

“Well shit on a shingle,” you laugh. “We’d best start packing.”

they made steve into some sort of weird puppet master who legit went and CREATED A NEW TIMELINE, PEOPLE, just so he could fulfill a fantasy. y'all think that's fine?? like he KNEW peggy had a life after him, married and had kids. he KNEW she had been happy. and he what? was like: "eff that. i want a peggy of my own so i'm gonna get me one of those. i deserve this." it's so weird.

i’m so glad you said this because i’ve been trying for a while to articulate what was so unsettling about the ending marvel presented us 

while the whole movie, under that context, is a little messed up bc a whole bunch of timelines were created and set astray just so the avengers could fix theirs, steve’s decision at the end was particularly unnerving. 

he knew that whatever he did in the past wouldn’t affect the future, because it created a branch from the OG timeline and a new one emerged from this decision. steve really returned all the stones and said “u know what? i deserve to get the girl at the end of this story. i deserve it”. that’s so creepy? he knew that peggy moved on from him, and while she grieved for sure, she grew as a person from it. but he said, “no, she’s going to be happy with me in this timeline”

it was legitimately him saying “things didn’t work out the way i wanted in my timeline…..OH WELL. good thing there is another one to live out a fun fantasy life!” there’s no consequences to his actions, and there should be. 

so not only did his ending invalidate all of his character growth TO DATE, it also made his decision so selfish it was borderline disturbing  

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Don’t Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: You and Steve go to the Hydra base to save the captured platoon. Warnings: Period typical sexism, Gore, Threats of Non Con CHAPTER 4: Defend American Freedom! It’s Everybody’s Job!

The second you got on Howard Stark’s plane you realised you hated heights with a passion. You were looking down at the ground thousands of feet below you and you felt ill.

Steve was chatting with Peggy about the mission around Krausberg and messing around with his Captain America shield. You don’t know how he was so calm when you felt like a bowl of Jell-o.

“You ok, Missy?” Steve asks, noticing your green face.

“Swell,” you mumble. “I’ll be fine when I’m on firm soil.”

“Chin up,” Peggy smiles warmly at you. “We’re nearly there.”

You take a deep breath and look out of the window again. Maybe if you concentrated on the landscape you would feel less sick. The rolling greenery underneath you was extremely marred with the gouges of trench warfare. You felt quite sad at seeing how much the war had ripped apart Europe. This country must have been beautiful once upon a time.

Steve broke you out of your reverie with his awkward stammering.

“Do you fondue?” he stuttered, looking from Peggy to Howard.

Oh gosh, he thought they were trying to go steady….

Stevie you couldn’t be more wrong.

Peggy just gives you an exasperated look and you have to stifle your giggle. Steve was one dime short of a dollar sometimes.

“Here is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and we’ll find you,” she says, giving you a gizmo which you stash in your knapsack.

Before you know it, Steve is grabbing your arm and pulling you to the door of the plane.

“What in the Sam heck are you doing?!” you cry.

Steve ignores you and turns to Peggy, “The second we’re out, turn this plane around and get out.”

“I’m sorry?” Peggy says in surprise. “You can’t give me orders!”

“The hell I can’t, I’m a Captain,” Steve smiles. “And Missy’s a Sergeant.”

Without a word he pulled you out of the plane and you’re not ashamed to say you screamed like Fay Wray in King Kong the entire way down. You were sure you were going to smash onto the mountainside and die but you were mildly surprised when Steve wound an arm around you and grabbed onto a fast approaching tree, slowing your descent as the branch bended. When you finally touched the ground, you sank onto the grass and had to take in several shaky breaths.

“Missy?” Steve says in concern.

“I’m alright,” you say, scrambling to your feet and trying to regain some of your dignity back.

You look up to see Steve flashing you the widest amused grin you’d ever seen on him.

“You got a set of lungs on you, you know that?” he laughs.

“Can it, Rogers,” you hiss, brushing off your Lady Liberty suit. “You ever tell anyone about that I swear you’ll be wearing that goddamn smile on the side of your goddamn face.”

“Such terrible language from a dame,” Steve smiles. “Come on, Missy. We’ve got people to save.”

“Yes, Captain,” you say sarcastically before moving forward through the woods.

The both of you sneak forward until you hit the road. When an armoured vehicle arrives, you hurriedly duck down but Steve just jumps into the back of it and knocks out two guards.

Since when did he get so brave?!

You leap in after him and hide yourself under some tarpaulin whilst Steve drives into the Hydra base.

“I’ll distract them, you get in and find the men,” Steve whispers to you once you’re inside the confines of the compound.

“Be safe, Stevie,” you whisper back.

You sneak out from under the tarpaulin and ensconce yourself behind a truck as you wait for guards to go past. Your heart is hammering wildly as the adrenalin takes over and you sprint like the wind into the compound, diving behind a set of pipes and shimmying up to the catwalk above. 

Holy cow, you can move so quickly since the serum! Even climbing was little effort.

You stalk over the grated walkway until you’re over a bunch of cages with soldiers in that you presume to be the missing platoon.

“Howdy guys,” you say, smiling at them.

“Sweet Jesus!” one of the men catcalls. “Hey darling, you look mighty fine. Have the Fritz decided to give us a gift?”

“It’s your lucky day, boys,” you say, jumping down into the area. “I’m here to save your asses.”

“A dame?” another man scoffs. “Geez, the army must be shit outta luck if they’re sending women after us.”

“You hold your goddamn tongue,” you spit before wrenching the cell door open so hard the lock splinters into pieces.

“Well holy shit,” the man breathes. “I take it all back, sweetheart.”

Steve catches up to you, noticing the stunned faces of the soldiers who haven’t made a single move to get out of their prison.

“Just who the hell are you guys supposed to be?” another guy calls.

“Captain America,” Steve replies, busting another cell open. “And this is Lady Liberty. I wouldn’t give her any sass now. She’s got a fierce right hook.”

“Does she have a fierce kiss too?” an unfortunate soldier pipes up.

Steve grabs the guy by the scruff of his shirt and bodily throws him out of the cell. All of his fellow platoon members start snickering.

“You say anything like that again and you’ll have her to deal with,” Steve growls. “And she hits harder than I do.”

“Woah, alright buddy,” the soldier says.

“Now….we’re looking for James Barnes,” you interrupt before the situation gets too ugly and you draw attention to yourself.

“There’s an isolation ward in the factory but no one’s ever come back from it,” a guy offers.

“All right. The tree line is Northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. I’ll meet you guys in the clearing with anybody else I find,” Steve orders. “Come on Missy, let’s scram.”

The both of you race on and you hear the sound of explosions behind you as the ground rumbles beneath your feet. You don’t find any more soldiers along the way but you knock out a few Hydra guards which makes you feel a little better.

“Missy look!” Steve hisses quietly and you see someone who’s obviously high up in the chain of command racing away with a briefcase.

You’re about to run after him when a voice makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“Sergeant 32557…”

“Bucky,” you breath and Steve’s head whips round.

“What did you say?” he almost whispers.

“I heard Bucky,” you murmur and walk almost like you’re in a trance towards the voice.

“Sergeant 32557….”

You move into an experiment room and you see him. Your heart stops completely as you take in his state. He’s strapped to a gurney and muttering intensely to himself.

Oh Buck…

Within mere seconds you’re by his side and Steve is not far behind you.

“Hi doll,” Bucky grins at you with an almost delirious expression. “Damn, have I died? I gotta be in heaven to have a gal this pretty staring at me.”

You’re not great at hiding your furious blush. You rationalise it by thinking that Buck’s state of mind was not grand right now. He would say anything, it didn’t mean anything.

“Oh my god, Bucky, what the hell did they do?!” Steve says, starting to unbuckle the straps.

“Steve?” Bucky says in surprise.

“Yeah it’s me, Buck. God, I thought you were dead.”

Steve manages to unlash the last leather belt and pulls Bucky to his feet. It’s now you notice exactly how tall Steve has gotten. He practically towers over your friend now.

“I thought you were smaller,” Bucky says, not really comprehending the change in Steve.

“We need to go,” Steve urges.

“What happened?”

“I joined the army,” Steve smiles. “So did Missy.”

He nods to you and you’ve never seen Bucky so flustered.

“That’s Missy?! Steve, you gotta stop pulling my leg, you punk,” Bucky shakes his head furiously.

“It really is me, Buck,” you smile. “You look like shit.”

“Well holy hell, that is you isn’t it?” Bucky’s eyes widen as he catches your familiar cuss words. “Goddamn, doll…”

“Close your mouth, Sergeant Barnes,” Steve chuckles in amusement. “We’ve got places to be.”

“But…I mean….wow,” Bucky stammers, his ladykiller demeanour completely gone as he can’t seem to believe the sight before him.

“Buck, come on,” Steve sighs, pulling him out. “Missy, you too.”

A large explosion within the factory shocks you to your senses. There’s no time to revel in the fact you found your friend again. This whole place was going to go up like the Fourth of July.

All of you start rushing towards the catwalk again, haring down as your feet slam onto the metallic floor, sending harsh echoes around the compound. You feel elated, you feel vindicated even. You couldn’t wait to rub this in Colonel Philips’ face. Bucky was alive and he was unharmed.

The sight of two Nazi officers to the side of you makes you skid to a grinding halt.

Oh damn, they look important. Maybe this is a good opportunity.

“It’s Schmidt,” Bucky whispers in your ear.

So this was Johann Schmidt, the man Erskine had warned you about. He certainly didn’t look that strong but you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. He definitely gave off an air of dangerousness mixed in with some maniacal fanaticism. You didn’t have to be a psychological expert to know this man was very unhinged and that was all but confirmed for you when his face split into the most terrifying smile you’d ever seen.

“Captain America! How exciting! I’m a great fan of your films. So Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive. Oh and you brought your sweetheart along with you. Miss Liberty, or shall I address you as Lady?”

“You can address my fist if you want to,” you hiss.

Schmidt chuckles to himself, the sound reverberating in his chest, “And this is why Erskine was a fool. Women have no place in war. You are the weaker sex and always will be. I shall greatly enjoy showing you your place in this world, Miss Liberty.”

Your anger took over as you stepped forward so you were almost nose to nose with the madman before you delivered a punch so hard it knocked him back across the gangway.

“Allow me to show you yours first,” you say, mockingly courtesying.

“You’ve got no idea what we’re capable of,” Steve says, coming to stand next to you and the two of you form a barrier, shielding Bucky away from the fight.

“Haven’t I?” Schmidt smiles before he launches himself at Steve who brings his shield up just in time to deflect the man.

The trade of blows is vicious. You don’t have a shield like Steve does so you have to duck like a boxer as Schmidt’s fist comes barrelling towards you. The kick you deliver to his stomach in retaliation winds him momentarily but you’re not fast enough to get away as he grips your suit, flinging you back. 

You go flying over the railing and wildly grab onto the walkway. You pretty much almost let go in pure fear as you looked down at the raging fire of explosions beneath you.

God I really really hate heights.

“Missy?!” Steve calls for you, ready to turn around and save you but Bucky scrambles to the edge of the gangway.

“I got her, Stevie, keep fighting!” he yells as he pulls you back up with great effort. “Holy cow, doll, you got heavy!”

“Ain’t nobody teach you manners, Barnes?” you fire back. “It’s rude to say that about a lady.”

“Darlin’, you ain’t no lady,” Bucky grunts as he manages to get you back over the railings.

“I thought you liked that about me,” you joke as you stumble back to your feet, warily looking towards Steve who seemed to be handling Schmidt quite well.

“Sure do, sweetheart,” Bucky laughs. “Now go help Steve. Somehow I don’t think I’m gonna be useful here.”

“Just stay and look pretty,” you smirk before running towards the two grappling men and leaping with the ease of an acrobat over the brawl and landing behind Schmidt, kicking him fiercely in the back of the head.

There’s the sound of grinding gears as Schmidt’s partner starts retracting the walkway and a gap forms between Steve and Schmidt. Oh holy hell, you were definitely on the wrong side right now but Schmidt seemed to be blocking your route back.

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success! You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” Schmidt monologues before peeling his goddamn face off.

You’d never seen something as grotesque as the display before you. It was almost like Schmidt was ripping his skin off down to the muscle tissue and bone. It glistened slightly like wet leather and you really wanted to hurl about now.

“Then why don’t you fight me if you’re without fear?” Steve shouts back, flicking his eyes to you, trying to say something silently.

“Because I have other plans, Captain,” Schmidt smiles before you hear the click of a gun behind your head and turn to see Zola holding a revolver tightly. “Erskine may have been a fool to use the serum on a woman but it presents interesting opportunities, no? Imagine the child of a super soldier pairing! The possibilities! An army of pure strength, of pure power, the next generation and the new dawn!”

“You come near me like that and you’ll regret it,” you spit, mentally trying to calculate how you could get out of this.

“You are not of Aryan blood but I will make an exception for you,” Schmidt chuckles horribly. “This is not to say you’re displeasing Miss Liberty. On the contrary, you are a fine example of womanhood and I shall breed fine heirs with you.”

“The hell you will!” Bucky growls from across the gangway. “You touch her, you’re dead! You hear me!”

“Gentleman, I grow weary of this talk so I will bid you farewell. I should thank you for the wonderful gift you have given me,” Schmidt says, turning on his heel before he holds his own gun to you. “Now walk.”

There’s nothing you can do. You have two guns trained on you and no hope of dodging the bullet. You may be faster but you’re not that fast.

“We’ll find you, Missy!” Steve calls, panic evident in his face.

“And we ain’t gonna stop until we do!” Bucky yells.

Schmidt just laughs to himself as he escorts you into an elevator and you take one last look at your friends before the doors close.

“Understand this is nothing personal,” Schmidt says, taking a lock of your hair and inhaling the scent in way that makes your skin crawl. “Those enhanced by the serum shall be the gods of the new world. I am giving you a grand opportunity, despite your….American heritage. Do not reject this in haste. You shall be Eve to all.”

“Never gonna happen,” you growl, stepping as far back as you can, away from the two Nazis.

Schmidt’s face changes and you know you’ve annoyed the heck out of him, “Foolish girl! If you do not willingly give yourself, you will be taken by force. I told you I would put you in your place and I have extended more than enough courtesy to you but I have little patience for a woman’s hysteria.”

“I’ll rip the rest of your goddamn skin off if you try,” you snarl.

Schmidt tuts at you before turning to Zola, “And this is why the Americans need to be brought to their knees. Their women are lax in morals, swear like common soldiers and practise violence.”

“Quite,” Zola nods, almost fervently.

The lift stops and the doors open to a one man plane. You’re very confused for a second before Schmidt tosses some car keys towards Zola, “Not a scratch, Doctor. Make sure our guest is adequately restrained beforehand.”

You get the impression Zola’s just as perplexed as you are as you both watch Schmidt get into the plane and take off. Not a moment before Zola regained his composure, you socked him straight in the face. Unfortunately for you, his finger closed around the trigger of his revolver and the gun went off, sending a bullet punching into your shoulder.

There were not enough cuss words to adequately describe the pain you felt as the bullet tore deep into your muscles but you weren’t going to waste your chance. You ran to the edge of the platform, not daring to linger for too long in case you chickened out and you just leapt into the unknown.

The ground came rushing towards you faster than you expected but luckily for you, a Hydra guard broke your fall as you crash landed on top of him, breaking his neck in the process.

That wasn’t so bad.

You sprinted across the exploding compound, dodging pieces of shrapnel being flung from the factory innards. You wanted to be in the war, well you certainly got your wish. 

As you take out Hydra guards left right and centre, you scoop up their ident tags and place them in your knapsack. Your fighting is fierce as you’re of one singular mind. You just want to get back to Steve and Bucky.

The blood from your own wound is beginning to be outdone by the blood spray of the men you kill. Your Lady Liberty suit is completely stained and ripped in places. You look like one of the monsters in a silent film. Maybe you are at this point. After all, these men are just like the soldiers in the US army, following orders. You’re pretty sure not all of them believe Schmidt’s mad ideas.

As you break past the final barrier of the compound, a last explosion rocks the factory and the structure crumples into melting metal and flames. It’s almost strangely hypnotic in a way.

You grab one of the motorbikes that’s sat outside and turn it on, racing off into the night.

**

It takes you a long time to return to the US camp. Your motorbike ran out of fuel a while ago so you’ve been walking the rest of the way since. The transponder had also ended up getting smashed to pieces when you jumped off the roof so that was a no go either.

The bullet hole in your shoulder has long since closed and you’d marvelled at how your skin pushed out of bullet and had knitted itself back together. You guessed this was an effect of the serum.

You get water from the rivers, eat fruit from wild trees and sadly have to hunt a rabbit or two but eventually the familiar tents and the sound of singing assaults your senses.

You stride into the base without a goddamn care in the world, despite the many shocked looks you get. Two lines start forming around you and the sound of clapping starts.

Immediately the Colonel comes out of his tent to see what the noise was followed by Peggy and finally your two boys.

“Missy?!” Steve almost screams as he runs towards you but stops a few feet away as he takes in the sheer amount of blood splattered all over you.

“Sergeant,” the Colonel says, striding towards you also. “I’d just sent off your death report to your daddy. You’d better start explaining yourself.”

You take off the knapsack and pour out the many many ident tags onto the dirt in front of you.

“How’s that for a chorus girl?” you challenge. “Happy to report that Hydra’s army is a bit low on force right now.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” Colonel Philips mutters.

“So I’ll take that disciplinary with pride, sir,” you say, standing up straight.

“That won’t be necessary, Missy,” the Colonel smirks. “Welcome back, Lady Liberty. Keep that torch shining or I might change my mind.”

“Yes, sir,” you grin and look around you to the smiling soldiers. “Now will somebody get me a goddamn drink? I just walked all the way from Krausberg and I’m mighty thirsty.”

That set everyone off into roaring laughter and cheers erupted around you as the troops clapped you on the back and shook your hand. You swelled with pride at having been accepted as one of them. You’d made it. You were officially a soldier, not just a title in a damned spandex suit.

Steve closed the distance and hugged you tightly, “God Missy, I was worried. I was just planning your rescue mission.”

“Looks like I can take care of myself,” you snort.

Steve breaks away and ruffles your hair before realising how much blood was still matted in it and he grimaces slightly, “You need a bath.”

“I would love nothing better,” you giggle.

Steve breaks away and Bucky looks at you, almost shyly before hugging you too. He surprises you with how tightly he’s holding on.

“Ain’t nothing killing you, huh sweetcheeks?” he chuckles.

“Not today, Buck,” you reply, savouring the moment. “Had to stay alive just so I could kick your goddamn ass for getting yourself captured.”

“Oh come on,” Bucky huffs, pulling away. “Give a guy a break!”

“Alright, just this once but only because I’m happy to see ya,” you smile which Bucky returns wholeheartedly.

“Glad to see ya too, doll. Now Stevie’s right, you need to wash up. Can barely see you under all that Fritz blood.”

“You can’t order me around, Barnes,” you stick your tongue out childishly. “We’re the same rank. Get used it.”

With that you walk past them both, heading towards the communal washroom.

As you leave, you can swear you hear Steve mutter to Bucky 'Well just ask her’. You wonder what that’s all about but as soon as you’re sinking into some hot water, you don’t really care. Right now you were just glad to be back and you were glad you were back with your friends.

Authors note: I write most of my reader inserts as badasses but this one is one of my favourites

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Chapter 1: Butterflies

[Summary: You and Shoto grew up together, sparring throughout the years in order to convince his father to allow the two of you to remain friends.]

Relationships: Bakugo x Reader, Todoroki & Reader, Midoriya & Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting (blood), Mineta, SLOWBURN 

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“You should teach me how to do that,” You jump a little at the voice behind you, though you quickly recognize it.

“I don’t think your dad would appreciate that all that much, Shoto,” You joke, waving your hand to dispel the illusions of butterflies you had created to swarm around you in the courtyard, before turning slightly to face your childhood friend.

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Pairing: Dabi x reader, Hawks x reader, Touya x reader

Fluff, angst, AU

Word count: 3.5K

A/N: Welcome to my second series「UNEXPECTED」! Hopefully, I will update this series every Monday and maybe upload a oneshot on Friday???? I hope you enjoy this series as much as you did 「HOME」and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Summary: Being quirkless wasn’t so bad. Especially when you had two badass best friends that had amazing quriks to make up for it. That is until one of them breaks your heart by disappearing in thin air. And the other breaks your heart by wanting to focus on his hero work. After coming back to Japan after studying abroad for 5 years, you were in for a whirlwind of surprises.

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