The Gunslinger Chronicles (7)

The Gunslinger Chronicles (7)

Warnings: 18+ Only! Extreme Violence, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Alcohol Abuse, Smut - M/F, Smut F/F, Bisexual Reader, NSFW.

Pairings: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader, Natasha X Reader

Summary:

“There was a rule in Shield. Never send in The Gunslinger unless the situations already gone south. She’s a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of agent. Or she was.” Natasha elaborated.  

“What is she now?” Steve asked.  

“A fucking corpse is what she’s supposed to be. We thought she went down with The Triskelion, found her body and everything. Even fooled me and Nat.” Clint sighed.  

Steve tilted his head at Natasha questioningly and she shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a flicker of darkness in her eyes that betrayed her nonchalant attitude.  

“Ok, so why the Gunslinger? Not that it isn’t a cool name, but why?” Sam asked.  

“Because every mission she did was like the Wild West. She wasn’t refined or precise, but she was damn good at fucking shit up. Give that woman a gun and a day, she’d create enough anarchy to bring down a small country.” Clint snorted.  

“And she’s a crack-shot. She is to a gun what Clint is to a bow and arrow.” Natasha added.

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Part Seven - Resurrection 

~~~Somewhere in a Top Secret Location~~~

“Sir, we’re under attack!”

Fury didn’t move from his seat, calmly tapping at the computer to bring up the security feed. Apparently someone had crashed an SUV right through his front doors. He shook his head as his supposedly highly trained agents descended on the vehicle, barking threatening orders at it.

“Tell them to stand down. The vehicle is empty.” He said coldly.

Anyone who knew him at all would be able to see how angry he was. Anyone who knew him well would be able to tell he was amused.

“Sir?”

“She’s already half way up here by now.” Fury pointed out.

Right on cue, there was a knock on his office door.

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gotta love badass bae

I know that the team would never let CD!reader anywhere near a press conference or reporter, but just imagine all the wonderfully weird memes that would come from her somehow answering questions at a press conference

I … don’t know where this came from but it went in the opposite direction and on for TOO LONG. OOPS.

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The press conference was supposed to be a breeze– public relations yada-yada to answer some silly questions. Fans want interaction. The Avengers are closer to movie stars these days than saviors. The line blurs often.

Except, the thing goes sideways when some fucko with pit-stains taps on the mic, looks pointedly at Bucky, and then the word war criminal echoes through the room. The rest of the diatribe fades out into a faint warble.

Steve’s hand is barely slammed on the table before the crowd erupts into shouts and chairs are knocked over with people jumping from their seats. Bucky’s up too, and looking like he doesn’t know if he should follow the jet-stream trajectory of your path or keep his distance.

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Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader panics.

Note: Lol, y’all are gonna hate the reader bc you only seem to get more and more annoyed by her decisions but also, I’m just going with it so here’s to winging it. Enjoy the adventure.

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You couldn’t recall leaving the Fort. A fog fell over you as you watched the guards wrap up the corpse of the dead queen and load her onto a cart. It only began to clear as you rushed through the halls of the castle; your guard and maid just behind you. A deathly pall filled your lungs and made it hard to breathe.

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The Recruit (5/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings: Probably some incorrect fight-speak.

Notes: Yikes, I’m sorry for the wait on this. The holidays thoroughly kicked by ass, but now that they’re over, I should be back to regularly updating! Enjoy. x

Training begins the day the cast comes off your wrist. An exact two weeks later, and Bucky’s pounding on your door at four AM, hair tied back and biceps - both flesh and gleaming black metal - on full display in his compression tank. Coupled with your sleepiness and just how unfairly attractive he is, your brain short-circuits for a minute when you first open the door.

“Up and at ‘em,” he orders, every bit the Sergeant you’d read about.

“Huh?” you reply dumbly, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Time for training, rookie.” The gleam in his eye lets you know he’s teasing, but still his face remains stoic. You glance over your shoulder.

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Pragma(tic) 12: He Gets the Visit of His Life

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 4350

Warnings: Language

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Previous 11: She Takes a Stand

Bucky had said that he’d give (y/n) a day at least to get back on her feet in terms of work, but he wasn’t sure exactly how much time she wanted. Was just one enough, or did she need more?

Eight days had passed since he’d left (y/n) at the border and, sappy and cliche as it might be, he missed her. He missed her smile and her laugh and even her sour glares she gave him when he said something stupid (which was often if he was being honest, but he only did it to get those damn glares from her).

He wondered how she was doing without him. Not that she needed him or anything—she was perfectly capable of living on her own—but she had told him she had a lot of work to do and he was curious to see how she was doing. He could only imagine how boring the paperwork was. He’d sat there and watched her do it one day and he nearly fell asleep. He felt so bad for her if that’s what she was stuck doing. Maybe he could rescue her and bring her to the island. Get her some sun. If there was one thing that was good about being in the Mediterranean, it was that it was sunny year-round.

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OH SHIT

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Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader comes to terms with her circumstance.

Note: Alright, so I close then open so me getting another chapter up at the same time tomorrow (if at all) is unlikely. But I’ll do my best to have one ready for Saturday. Yeah. We’re almost done with this retail BS but not yet. Anyways, here ya go. (I still don’t know about the cummies or how many chapters we’re looking at, sorry). Hope you like it :)

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You were adrift on dark waves; swaying in the current. Helpless and weak. Your head pounded and your chest felt heavy. Slowly you opened your eyes, your lashes fluttered as the swaying continued.

Your vision cleared as you realized you were being carried. You lifted your head and looked up at the dark beard and the blue eyes set above it. Lord Barnes’ grasp was strong and didn’t falter under the weight of your body or even your layered skirts.

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