Empty Cupboards

Empty Cupboards

“You sure you are not coming?” Steve asked for the 1000th time.

Bucky rolled his eyes and gave a look to his best friend. Steve released a tired sign. He did not want to leave Bucky alone. He simply continued to packing his bag. Soon he was ready to leave. Both friends walked back to common room together in silence.

“Will you be okay?” Steve asked again. Now Bucky was annoyed.

“Just get the hell out of here.” He hissed.

Before Steve could say anything they were interrupted by an excited voice.

“You ready?” Wanda asked. Her eyes were shining with childlike excitement. Both the super soldiers smiled at return.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go.” She ran to helicarrier, pulling Steve with her. Bucky shook his head and followed them.

Most of the team members were present there. Some talking to others, while some were checking through their stuffs. Tony was taking them to some private island for vacation. Everyone agreed to the plan excitedly for many reasons.

i.                     There was no mission coinciding.

ii.                   It was Tony who was paying.

Now no one was stupid to miss this opportunity. No one except Y/N and Bucky. It was unfortunate that the vacation plan coincided with Y/N’s weekend camping with siblings and cousins. But she would be still having fun. Bucky had no such reason. He did not want to go because he did not feel like going. Everyone tried to convince him to change his mind. Y/N tried to lecture him for being a grumpy cat and missing out good opportunities to have fun.

“It’s not every day that Tony feels this generous. You are going to regret it.” She had told him.

“You are the one to talk. You are not going either.” Bucky argued back.

“I don’t have a choice. This camping trip was planned in advance. Hell I was the one who suggested it. I cannot back out now.”

“Well it sucks to be you. But I am not going.” With that he walked out of the room leaving a very frustrated Y/N behind.

“Bucky-“ a voice brought him back to present. He turned to the owner of the voice with deep frown.

“Steve get your ass off to the carrier. I am going to be fine. I am a high-class assassin. If there would be any trouble, I will let you know. Just for sake of God, get off my back.” Bucky said. He knew his friend was worried about him but he could not endure Steve being mother hen for another second. He was hoping that they would leave soon. He knew he was being stupid to miss the all-paid-vacation by Tony. But he was in mood for beach. He planned to catch up with his sleep and maybe watch the show FRIENDS which Y/N insisted that he should watch. Also he would not have to listen to the Sam’s obnoxious sound. That was a plus.

As soon as the rest of the team left, Bucky walked to the kitchen to make himself something. He checked the cupboards and found them empty. He checked some more cupboards. All of them were empty.

“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath. He will have to go for grocery shopping. He hated grocery shopping.

“What happened?”  He heard Y/N ask.

He turned around to face her. She was packed and ready to go. Instead of replying he showed her the empty cupboards.

“Sam, Scott and Peter raided the last contents yesterday night.” She told him. Bucky walked out of the kitchen.

“I better go and get some grocery then.”

“Why don’t you come with me instead?” Y/N asked.

“What?”

“Come with me. For camping. My folks are not that annoying and I am sure you will like them. It would be relaxing. Others would come back on Monday and so would we. Instead after camping we come back to city and rent a room in some hotel and watch FRIENDS. Or any other show or movie which you want. This way when others return, these cupboards would still be empty and Steve will not be happy. Sam will definitely get an earful.” Y/N explained her plan.

Bucky thought for a while and nodded. He didn’t mind camping. And it would be nice to give Sam a taste of his own medicine.

“I’ll meet you here in fifteen.”

*Monday*

The rest of the team had returned by Monday afternoon. The vacation did not go as planned. Hulk had made an appearance. It took a while to calm things down after that. Tony and Clint had to do the cleaning of the mess created by them.

Everyone was so tired that they had decided to turn in for the rest of the day after having some quick lunch. Sam had told them how he had emptied all cupboards just to annoy Bucky.

“He must have had a fun time re-stocking them.” He said.

Everyone rushed to the kitchen, some aiming to cook while rest helping whenever need just to get food on the table as quickly as possible. Wanda opened the fridge. It was empty. Bruce had opened one of the cupboards. They were empty too.

“It’s empty.” They both said together.

“What?” Natasha asked.

Bruce was going through the rest of the cupboards. They were all empty.

“There is nothing here. Everything is empty.”

“That’s not possible. Our Winter Charming must need food to survive. Hey Friday, Where’s Barnes?” Tony said. He too went to take look at the empty cupboard, hoping it might be some prank that Barnes must have pulled to piss them. Sadly he was wrong.

“There is a voicemail for you, Mr. Stark” was Friday’s reply.

Everyone had a confused look on their face. They were hungry and tired and they definitely need some answers.

“That’s not the answer to my question. Play the voicemail anyway.” Tony said.

“Hey everyone.” It was Bucky. And he sounded different. There were loud noises around him.

“If you have hearing this message then it would mean I am not there. Y/N invited me to the camp trip and here I am. Actually it’s fun here- Hey Y/N careful. You will trip over- Never mind.”

There was a ‘thud’ sound behind him.

“Where was I? Oh yeah. Guys Sam, Scott and Peter have emptied all the groceries. So you might want to re-stock them. BTW Sam, nice try. Better luck next time. If there is any. Cheers.”

There was pin drop silence. Natasha gave Sam a look and said in a dangerously low voice.

“Run.”

And he did not need to be told twice.

Reblog if Infinity War just broke your heart

When Thor made that entrance in Wakanda and everyone was like

Saving Steve

You were done for the day. You had cleaned the kitchen, made schedule for the next day, and were rearranging the tables, when you heard the front bell ring, signalling the arrival of a customer.

“Sorry we are close-” she stopped mid-sentence seeing the person.

“Bucky?” She exclaimed surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I… um… I thought I’ll visit, and … um I …I was carving your pastries…. I’ll come tomorrow.” Bucky replied and turned to get out of there.

“No wait.” You stopped him quickly. “Come in. I’ll quickly make your favourite.”

“No. No. It’s okay. You should be going home now. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

“Oh Shut up. You get your avenging ass over your usual table, I’ll be back soon.” And with that you rushed to the kitchen. While preparing Bucky’s favourite, your mind started to wander on various thoughts, especially how you became friends with some of the Avengers.

Bucky was your regular customer. Not that you noticed. He usually came in when the rush was high. Sitting quietly in the corner of your little bakery, without bothering or complaining. Slowly other Avengers started joining him. Sometimes it was Sam or Natasha. Most of the times it was the Captain America himself. In time they soon became your favourite customers. They were nicer than some of our customers, even after they spend better part of their life trying to fight some tough battles.

You made small talks with all of them, except Bucky. The communication between you and Bucky were strictly on the basis of food. You always made something new, which he would be the first one to taste. If he enjoyed it, only then it would come out on the counter for sale, and Bucky would go home with some extra on the house. Otherwise it would be a goodbye. But luckily most of the time it was the first case.

“Okay try this.” You said, sliding on the chair in front of him. You watched as Bucky devoured your latest creation. It literally warmed your heart.

“So? How’s Steve? It has been long since I saw him. Did he do what I told him to do on Valentine’s day? Sharon would have really loved it?” You asked Bucky. Bucky stopped eating, a pained look appeared on his face.

“Bucky? Are you alright?” You asked worriedly.

“Steve and Sharon broke up.” He murmured so softly, that if it had not been the quite of the night you would have definitely missed it.

“What? Why?” You could not help screaming. Bucky flinched hearing your scream. You lowered you voice and asked again.

“Why?” Bucky shrugged.

“Oh dear.” You were sad to hear it. You always believed that Steve and Sharon had something special between them. They were according to you- a match made in heaven.

“Tony took everyone out. He is trying to get Steve’s mind off the breakup. And there was a new bar that he wanted to try out. Some place called Executive Lounge or something.” Bucky said. He was happy to get it out of his chest.

“Tony took Steve where now?” You screamed again shocked.

“Executive Lounge. I think.” Bucky replied giving you a weird look. You were screaming a lot tonight.

“Bucky-” You started after recovering from your shock. “This place… um … where Tony has taken Steve is not a bar.” Now Bucky was really confused. What the hell were you talking about?

“It’s a strip club.” You said. Bucky expression changed from confused to shock as he grasped your words. He clearly regretted for not going with Steve.

“I think we should save Steve.” He said. And with that both of you rushed out for your mission.

-x-x-x-

You had never broke into any place. But tagging along with an ex-assassin meant you were going to break into the strip club. So far you had managed to stay hidden. All you had to do is now was to find Steve. Which was really very, very difficult. You both made way towards the VIP section of the club and hid behind the bar. Your guess was right. Tony Stark had rented out the entire VIP section. You spotted some of the other Avengers too. The odds were not in your favour. You spotted Steve in the centre. He looked uncomfortable. You signalled Bucky, and pointed him towards Steve, but his eyes were on someone else. You followed Bucky’s gaze. Sharon? What the hell was she doing here? You and Bucky shared a confused look.

The music started playing announcing the beginning of the show. The curtains were up and there stood a beautiful woman wearing a revealing piece. She started her sensuous performance. Bucky’s face was red with embarrassment. Even if he was a ladies man back in 40s, he was not used to such type of skin show. He was sure that Steve would be embarrassed too. And he was right. Steve looked like he would throw up anytime now.

“Look Sharon is jealous.” He heard you say. He looked at Sharon. Surely she looked jealous.

“I have an idea.” You said.  Before Bucky could ask you about it you left your hiding place with a ‘don’t move’ command. Bucky waited and waited. He was getting restless with time. Soon you joined him, with an excited gleam in your eyes.

“What did you do?” He asked you. You silenced him and continued to watch. The music changed, and soon a male stripper arrived on the stage. He walked up to the ladies. Maria and Natasha seemed to enjoy the show, Wanda looked shy and Sharon clearly looked uncomfortable.

“Look. Steve is jealous.” You pointed out to Bucky. And sure enough, Steve looked like he was going to murder the male stripper.

“This was Tony’s plan to get them together- Steve and Sharon. So he brought them here, hired a hot female stripper to make Sharon jealous. I just went and added the male stripper to speed things up.” You explained.

The plan was genius. And it was working. The male stripper got a little too close to Sharon, which was enough for Steve to lose his cool. He stood up, threw the guy in the other side of the room, pulled Sharon out of the club. Mission Accomplished.

“I think we should go.” Bucky told you. You nodded, and you both made out of the club without anyone spotting you.

“I think you need to find another place to stay.” You told Bucky as you were walking down the street. Bucky could not help but groan.

-x-x-x-

“Was it me or did any one of you spotted Barnes?” Scott asked. The show continued after Steve left, and others were clearly enjoying it.

“Bucky was here.” Wanda confirmed.

“With a lady.” Thor added.

“Who might be this mysterious lady?” Tony wondered. He will dig the details tomorrow. Barnes better watch it out.

Fate: Part 2

Emilia woke up with pounding head. Where the hell was she? She squinted her eyes around to get a clear view. All she could make out was a very dark dungeon. How did she reach there? Her mind raced trying to recall. All she remember was her talking to Vincent at Rousseau’s. After convincing him to join hand with her, she left bar for her hideout. But unfortunately, someone came out of nowhere and ambushed her. It happened so quickly that she was not prepared for what happened next. The attacker hit her on the head which rendered her unconscious. All she saw was a blonde face when everything went dark.

She struggled to untie herself. But the knots were too tight. She tried her magic. It was not working. She tried and tried. It still did not work. Panic started rising in her heart. This had not happened to her in decades.

“Hello Emilia.” Someone greeted her. She could not see anyone in the dark.

“Who is it?” she called out. She saw a suited man moving forward. When the face became visible, she gasped. She was fucked. Completely fucked.

Elijah Mikaelson stood there in all his glory, watching her, studying her. Recovering from her initial shock, she stared back at him expressionlessly. She won’t give away anything. Even at the cost of her life. Elijah noticed the change in her. She was defensive now. Ready to fight. He also noticed the small changes in her. She no longer looked like a soft meek teenager he had known two centuries ago. She was a strong woman now. Her hair shorter than before, but messy as always.

“How are you still alive?” he couldn’t help but ask. He got no reply.

­-x-x-x-x-

“Um…. It may not be the right time to ask, but who the hell is she?” Marcel asked.

“That Marcel is sweet, little Emilia Murphy.” Rebekah replied.

“We got that already, Rebekah. Our question is who is she?”

“She is a witch. A Cherai witch, to be specific. And chances are she could be the one who orchestrated the whole kidnapping plan.” Klaus told them.

“Hold On. Cherai witches are all dead. Every last one of them.” Marcel asked.

“Yes they are, Marcel. Or were dead. We were the one who killed them.” Klaus seethed.

“How the hell is she alive then?” Haley questioned.

“I don’t know.” Klaus screamed. He had reached at the end of his patience. First his daughter nearly getting kidnapped. Now an old enemy who was supposed to be dead, was alive and locked in one of the dungeons below.

-x-x-x-

Emilia heard Klaus scream. She was sure Elijah did too. But he did not react. Guess nothing had changed in two century. Niklaus still had tantrum issues. No big deal. And Elijah still cleaned up mess left behind.

“I am a patient man, Emilia. I am sure you know that very well now. So I will not leave until I get answer to my questions.” Elijah said when she had not said anything yet. Suddenly they heard a blast. Taking advantage of Elijah’s distraction, Emilia willed all her powers to break free. She quickly hexed Elijah and ran out of the dungeons.

The scene in front of her eyes caused fear in her, but she quickly masked it and joined the fight. Jake and Chris were shooting arrows at the Marcel and Haley. Klaus looked angry and was going to attack May. If she didn’t intervene now, they would be probably dead. She used her magic to create a shield between them and the Mikaelsons. Klaus tried to attack again, followed by Marcel and Haley, but was thrown backwards, which caused the later two to stop.

“Stop!” They heard someone say. Elijah was back on his feet. He looked amused at the newcomers.

“Now since sweet Emilia here was not telling me anything, how about the rest of you enlighten me?” Elijah said helping Klaus up.

“Why bother with it, brother? Let’s just kill them all.” Klaus said.

“Hold on, Niklaus.” Then turning around to face the newcomers, he continued, “Emilia, if you think you can leave this place unharmed, than think again.” Soon they were joined by the rest of the Mikaelsons- Kol, Davina, Freya, Hope and Rebekah. They were surrounded with no escape. Looks like this would be their end.

And Now They Are Jealous!

This is something which I had written ages ago. Please let me know how it is. You can imagine your own characters. 

It was a small get together three years ago, planned months in advance, when she had become an object of joke among her friends. She sat their laughing, playfully arguing back, but no one could see how her heart ached at the words thrown at her. All because she had never been in love. Because she never had that ‘special someone’ to hold her hand, to hug her tight and kiss her fears away. She never had that ‘special someone’ to surprise her with gifts, who would take her out for a romantic dinner and who would tell her ‘I love you’ when she was upset.

They started advising her on what to wear, how to talk, how to walk. The told her to mellow down a bit on her strong will, be shy and coy instead of speaking her mind. They simply told her to tone down the very attitude which not only defined her , made her stand out in the crowd , but also attracted them to her in the first place. Though they did admire her, they weren’t  sure that she will ever come across a man who would accept her as she is, without any compromise.

Today she walked into the same room, among the same people, hand in hand with a person she called her ‘life’. She was the same person they had known for years- strong-willed, frank and unapologetic. If anything changed in those years were her smile- which was more genuine, her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness, confidence radiated from her. All her traits which made her unique, for which she was laughed at, were amplified.

The man next to her held her with so much care, as if she was the most precious thing in his life. His eyes were filled with love and adoration for the woman beside him. He watched her interact with other, listening closely to each and every word she had spoken, paying her his undivided attention. And when he thought no one was watching them, he would give her a quick peek on her cheeks, which would result in her blushing madly.

But they saw. They saw them madly in love with each other. They saw her- still the same, true to herself and uncompromised. They saw him happy, sated and proud. They did not know their struggles, they did not know the pain and hardship they had to face- to achieve such love. No, they did not know and they did not care. But hell, they were jealous.