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Living Proof
Warning: Language, Little Monster Murder, Blood, Smut-ish
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Vamp!Reader
Summary: The case you and Steve are on brings about your worst nightmare.
Song: Living Proof by Camila Cabello
Part of the Hunter Steve Series
Where did you come from, baby? And were you sent to save me?
Home.
It has never been an actual place for you.
It never really held any meaning.
Until him.
At some point he became home.
And that scares the hell out of you.
This won’t last.
Eventually, he will have to go back – make amends.
He’s still Captain America.
But where will that leave you?
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The Reckoning
Warnings: Language
Words: 2.4k
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Summary: The aftermath of Freaking Me Out
Song: The Reckoning by Halestorm
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
*Spoiler free: no movie connections whatsoever.
I should have known better than that. I should have known all along.
For the first several days, the TV screen in the corner of the room stays off.
A black void.
You can’t stand the sight of his face popping up every few minutes.
The sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.
You never imagined you could be angrier than you were when Steve left.
Unaware you’d allowed Ransom that much control over your emotions – how?
When?
Being stuck in a hospital bed only agitates you further and you constantly find yourself apologizing to Parker for snapping at him – at least he’s understanding. He takes your anger with stride and doesn’t look at you with pity, his dark eyes only full of warmth and kindness. Peter doesn’t let you see his anger, unlike Sam and Bucky, who don’t try and hide their hatred for Drysdale.
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Time Lost Chapter 12
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader
Summary: An accident during a mission sends you back in time to the second world war. There you enlist the help of Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes to find the object that can send her back.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Word count: 1.8k
Masterlist
Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11
You groaned in frustration and threw your pencil across the room. You were the last one left in the London headquarters yet again, insisting on staying late to figure out these damn ciphers. Weeks had gone by with absolutely no progress on any of them. Weeks of you obsessing over the documents Bucky had found, and nothing to show for it. It was driving you insane. Peggy had proposed sending the documents to Bletchley Park but was quickly vetoed by Phillips leaving you stuck trying to brute force the cipher yourself.
The sound of the radio was probably the only thing keeping you sane tonight, providing just enough distraction to keep you going. Thank god for small miracles. You sighed, leaning back in your seat as you listened to the music place. Time wasn’t a luxury you really had to waste, leaving you with late nights and very little sleep. Though sometimes, it seemed wasting time was all you could really do.
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Cast Away (3): I’ll Be Right Back
Summary: After a mission gone awry, you end up stranded on a deserted island. While you know that you have the skills to survive in the desolate paradise, you’re not sure if your heart will.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,500
Warnings: Mentions of Bucky’s torture while with Hydra (specifically medical experimentation), swearing, two dumbasses arguing (but which two am I talking about?), If I missed something please don’t hesitate to let me know.
A/N: I graduate in two days! Which means I actually have a bit of free time to write, hence the much-awaited update to Bucky on the beach. I’ve missed talking with you guys, please scream with me in the comments! What do you want to see next?
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𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)
pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: none just fluff!
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Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble.
Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.
“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice.
“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.
“Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”
“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.”
You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone.
-
It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office.
You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls.
“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father.
Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold.
And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his.
Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.
Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it.
When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod.
“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out
“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”
“Where are you headed anyway?”
“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly”
Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep.
“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”
You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well.
“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss.
“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks.
As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”
“No” she responds.
“Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”
“It’s okay” she lisps.
-
Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk.
With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.
“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back.
“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down.
“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?”
“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick.
“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter.
“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model.
Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine.
He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh.
“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist.
“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her.
He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat.
Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely.
“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”
“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen.
“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out.
“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands.
“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands.
“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?”
She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through.
“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”
“Yea? What do you want to do?”
“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father.
-
Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.
“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down.
“Tiger”
She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure.
There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late.
“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste.
“Bad word, daddy!”
“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator.
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“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip.
Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air.
“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”
‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say.
“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror.
Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek.
“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do.
“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly.
The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…
“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester.
Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!”
Steve chuckles at her cuteness.
Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them.
A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.
He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear.
It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time.
In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime.
He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck.
He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off.
“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings!
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“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes.
He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand.
“Does a PB and J sound alright?”
“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach.
The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter.
Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.
He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do.
As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest.
Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him.
Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch.
“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead.
“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek.
Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him.
-
It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise.
You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing.
As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together.
His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married.
They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload.
You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm.
He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles.
“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before.
“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?”
His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.
“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”
He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will.
“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy tie.”
“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom.
He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom.
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Best Of Friends
Pairing: No pairing, just soft Tony ;)
A/N: Takes place somewhere between Iron man 3 and Avengers Age of Ultron. I haven’t posted this one on Watty yet soooo....
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"So, what are we going to do while Rhodes and Pep are gone?" Tony looked up from the fashion magazine he was skimming through, clearly uninterested in the clothing and only paying attention to the models. "We could watch a Christmas movie?" Natasha was bored out of her mind and Christmas movies with a nice cup of hot cocoa sounded relaxing.
Tony threw the magazine to the side and got out two mugs, he knew exactly how Nat liked her cocoa. "Jarvis, heat some water please," he pondered for a moment "and turn on the fireplace as well,"
"Of course, sir," The AI obligated to Starks command, Jarvis also knew that Tony would like the TV on for later. He knew his boss too well.
Natasha walked out to get cozy blankets and socks, she loved being warm. Tony chuckled when he saw her try and make it down the stairs, blankets and pillows were stacked on top of each other, blocking her view. Once she got to the bottom she lowered them just a bit and shot Tony a soft smile.
Tony placed down the hot chocolates on their rightfully owned coasters Definitely not the Black Widow and Iron Man ones. Natasha threw the pile of comfies on the couch then jumped on it, giggling like crazy.
In the compound, she felt like she finally had a family, a family she never had before. She could be herself, or she could be complete grumpy pants and they’d still love her. Sure, she acted as though she hates the boys, but in reality, she couldn’t imagine her life without them.
-
Moments had passed and Pepper, Rhodey and one other were making their way through Tony's doors.
"We're back" Pepper singsonged, voice filled with amusement. But she didn't receive a response, which filled her with worry. "Tony?" She called out as she walked to the kitchen, Rhodey and the little surprise following close behind.
"I believe Boss and Ms. Romanov are in the living room, sleeping," Jarvis called, spooking the little Harley the two had snuck in. "Thank you, Jarvis," Rhodey offered Hayley a cookie from the McDonalds they got on the way back.
Pepper walked into the living room, you could hear her shoes click on the tile floor. Once she reached it, she cooed at the sight. Tony and Natasha were curled up in a blanket next to each other, the fireplace and Home Alone on, cups of hot chocolate now abandoned on the coffee table, most likely cold.
Harley soon sauntered to where Pepper, Tasha and Tony were. He took the last bite of his stale fast food cookie and brushed past his mother figure. A small smile grew on his face as he lifted part of the blanket to snuggle into the mechanic.
The little gesture lightly awoke Tony from his slumber. Normally, he would be grumpy
But realizing it was his kid next to him filled him with joy. Tony then looked to his other side and saw his little widow snuggled into his arm.
To say he felt safe around these two would’ve been an understatement. He loved both Tasha and Harley unconditionally and nothing can change the fact that they were like his own children. So, he hugged both of them tighter and slowly fell back into his little nap.
“Jarvis, could you take a photo?” Rhodey smirked from behind Pepper. Soft Tony was only around his loved ones, possibly a wall-climbing spider in the future but whatever breaks its way into his heart is a mystery.
Buttercup
Bucky x Reader
Childhood friends to lovers. Thought of this randomly and I thought it was so cute because imagine chubby baby Bucky in love with his cute little neighbor. Imagine this little boy with his messy mop of brown hair on his head, rosy cheeks, blushing over his friend who he adores so much. He toddles over to her porch, excited over the very important game of hide and seek they had planned for the day.
Y/n, y/l/n, or Buttercup according to him is his favorite person in the whole world besides Stevie. He loves Steve, he knows he does, but Buttercup is different. He gets these little butterflies in that chubby belly of his whenever they play together. He's usually a rambunctious devil but not at all with her. If she wants a tea party, he'll sit with her on her yard with a picnic mat spread out, always sneaking a few cookies from the jar for them to share.
She really likes the swing that hangs on the branch of the tree in front of his house. He'll push her with all his might till she squeals with laughter; a big toothy grin on his face when she says faster Bucky. When she trips over and scrapes her knee, he's dashing to his house to find a band aid, blowing on the cut just like his ma does when he hurts himself, he's so careful with his shaky little hands.
"Tank you Bucky" You say between a sniffle, kissing his cheek without thinking, the both of you innocently blinking at each other before running off and playing again. All Bucky knows is that he wants Buttercup by his side for his whole entire life.
So imagine his joy when he finds out its a possibility.
He's in his nicest buttoned shirt, tucked into his dress pants and polished shoes, hair combed over to the side. He kicks his legs while sitting with his mother, father and sisters, watching one of their family friends recite their vows at the altar. Winnifred already had to place her hand on his leg twice to keep him still, warning him that he had to behave at weddings since it was an important day.
"Why are they getting married?" He asks, wondering what the big deal was if they were in church on a Saturday.
"Because they care about each other Jamie, they'll be happy together forever" She whispers, pulling her squirmy little one onto her lap so he can see better.
“Can me and y/n get married mama?” He asks with large innocent eyes, hopeful she’ll say yes.
“You wanna marry y/n, huh?” She coos, brushing back the strands of soft hair that cover his forehead. “Y’know you’ll have to take care of her baby”
“I know” He nods with confidence, of course he'd always take care of his Buttercup.
“And you’ll have to work real hard" Again he nods, just waiting for her to say yes, maybe he can get married tomorrow! "You gotta love her with all your heart"
"I do mama, I do!"
"Then one day baby boy, one day you can marry her"
"But I wanna marry her now!" Bucky doesn't understand what the issue was, he knew he loved his Buttercup right then and there, why did he have to wait?
"Just wait a little while okay? My sweet little boy" Winifred laughed at her baby's fallen face, kissing his flushed cheek. "Before you know it, it'll be your turn"
Patience wasn't Bucky's strong suit but if it meant he'd be with you, he'd wait as long as he had to. He sat on the soft grass with you under the shade of a tree, sipping on a cup of lemonade your mom had brought out for you both.
“I wanna marry you” he pouts, "But mama says I have to wait and dad said I gotta ask p'mission first"
"Then we can be best f'wends forever?" You ask excitedly and he grins in response.
"F'wends forever"
"You promise?"
"I promise"
Now I thought about stopping this fic here but....
Some may have thought that eventually his puppy love lose its fire but no. His crush doesn't ever die down. Not when he nicks a flower from his mothers prized garden when you turn 5. Not when he gives you his favorite brown bear for Christmas. Not when he saves up all his allowance to buy you your first porcelain doll for your 10th birthday. It just grows and grow until he stands before you, wiping the tear that slips down your cheek when he comes to say good bye before going off to the army.
“One day m’gonna marry you doll" He whispers, doing his best to blink back his own tears while you sniffle against his chest.
"You promise?" You ask him with the same innocent doe eyes you had when you were little,
"I promise" He hugs you tighter, not wanting to let you go, the both of you spending the afternoon under the same shady tree. His mothers ring is kept safely in a box, tucked away in his room. He'd spoken to your father in private as soon as you'd both turned 18, not wanting to waste a second. All he had to do was return, safe and sound to his Buttercup.
Bucky goes through hell, sees the worst things imaginable, some days he struggles to keep his eyes open, cuts and wounds littering his battered body. However, when he closes his eyes and thinks about her smile, the way he'd get butterflies when she giggles, he knows he has to survive and come home. It doesn't matter how hard it is to keep going now because one day it'll all be worth it.
Which is why he practically runs home once the war is over, zipping in and out of his house and up to the porch next door, panting with flushed cheeks. He hears shuffling on the other side, his heart beating erratically while clutching onto the ring, the knob clicking open.
"Buttercup?"
"Jamie!" You gasp, tears running down your face in no time as you throw your arms around him, your feet lifting off the ground as he spins you. "You're back!"
"I promised you doll" He presses his forehead against yours before sinking down on one knee, smiling up at you while you choke back a sob, his hand holding onto yours.
"Buttercup, will you-
"Yes, Jamie yes!!" You nod frantically, while he happily slips the ring onto your finger before kissing you deeply, only pulling away to breathe. He doesn't give you long, pulling you back for more, his tongue laced with yours, unbothered that you're both on the porch, most of the neighbor watching quietly with steamy eyes.
Honestly, imagine how emotional everyone would be seeing the handsome soldier with his beautiful sweet bride up at the altar, going rom little babies to children to two souls that were meant to be together from the start. So cute.
Could you imagine the first time people hear Bucky giggle. Not a belly laugh, not a chuckle, not a snort or a cackle. A giggle. The cutest, most adorable giggle with the nose scrunch and shy smile and flushed cheeks. Sam paused mid sentence, doing a double take before staring back at Tony.
“Did-did you just hear that?”
Tony’s face scrunches into something between a cross of amusement and confusion when he hears it again.
“The man who threw me off a roof is giggling”
“He almost shot me in the face” Tony snorted, the both of them watching Bucky scroll through a phone he just learned to use. He’s blissfully unaware he’s the current centre of attention, fully invested with scrolling through tiktok. He’s splayed out on the couch like a baby while his head rests on your lap, nearly purring in between his giggles when you card your fingers through his hair.
“He’s like a house cat. A really large, has the ability to kill us all from miles away, house cat” Sam shook his head. You absolutely love when he giggles because it’s not often. It’s when he’s relaxed and happy without a care in the world, comfortable enough to let his guard down. He comes the sweetest puppy ever and it melts you every time.
“You’re so cute, baby” you lean over to peck his nose causing another adorable sound to sneak out, his cheeks blushing even more “the absolute cutest”
Bucky's baby girl who loves his metal arm.
She runs hot just like her daddy, the serum also coursing through her keeping her extra warm. She's all fussy until Bucky cradles her in his left arm and the content sigh she lets out feeling his cool metal against her warm, chubby cheek is unmatched.
It's also perfect when she starts teething. No other toys do it like daddy's thumb. She's happily tucked in the crook of his arm, two tiny hands holding onto his much larger one so she can get a proper grip and chew on his fingers. The coldness soothes her gums.
Bucky's babygirl who only falls asleep when he holds her. It's not that she doesn't fall asleep with her mommy, but she's clearly picked up this habit directly from you. Her daddy's chest is her favourite place to be and you can't complain because you feel the exact same way. There's nothing cuter than her little gummy smile while sleeping contently on daddy's chest, his metal fingers rubbing her back in soothing circles. She practically gets lost in him when he holds her, such a tiny bundle wrapped up around metal and muscle. Of course he gives you the exact same treatment after she's around asleep in her crib and you're also softly snoring moments later.
(Just a rogue thought but imagine Bucky doesn't get the playful pout you make whenever his daughter whines to cuddle up with him, taking away from his snuggle time from you. He so very clearly has time for you both. Then you have a son. The places have been switched as he watches his babyboy coo and giggle in your arms between nursing and Bucky isn't jealous of his own son but he 100% ready for his turn to be in your lap with your boobs in his face. When his son only sleeps on mommy's warm chest with all the skin to skin contact, he's side eyeing you with his shirt off, ready for cuddles immediately after. He's a menace and it's the cutest thing)
Crack fic alert: Imagine Bucky with a pet he never wanted. He’s around the compound more cause he’s taking a break from missions for a while. In the meantime, Peter brought a hamster from the pet store and Tony is not having any of it.
“No”
“C’mon Mr. Stark, you won’t even notice him-
“I can smell him from the lab”
“I’ll invent something to stop the smell”
“Aren’t pets expensive”
“Aren’t you a billionaire?”
“Shut up Romanoff”
“He was like 2 bucks!”
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Carrying your Love
18+ Minors dni
Bucky x f reader
First of all, my dumbass just took a look at this request and thought OMG how adorable carrying your love, wholesome, sweet. Then i went and actually checked out the trend and burst out laughing. Also copious amounts of cum? Fuck yes. I apologize in advance if I botched the concept. My tags have been acting up, I hope it works :(
Warnings: SMUT (Bucky’s huge loads of cum), fluff (he’s an adorable menace and he’s in love with you)
Word count:1.5k
Bonus scene inspired from @high-functioning-lokipath you’re amazing ❤️
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Fur Baby
Bucky x f reader
For Bella’s writing challenge, I’ve loved this so much @chrisdrysdale You have the best prompt list! Please reblog, like, comment and let me know what you think 💕
Prompt 40. What no smart-ass reply?
Warnings: None! Fluff! Bucky is a secret softie
Word count: 1k
“No.” “But Buckyyy, look how cute” you pouted, shoving your phone in his face.
Bucky’s stoic face remained the same.
“No y/n, we wouldn’t even be home to take care of it” “It’s a she!” “It’s a cat.”
You had spotted a stray cat near the compound, along with her new born kittens. There were four of them nestled in the warm grass and bushes. Ever since you found them, you started leaving out bowls of water and food. There was a strict no pet’s policy, but rules are meant to be broken right?
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Redemption
Bucky x reader, Morgan & Tony Stark, Alpine!
A/N: Been sitting with this idea for a while and I finally decided to write it. This doesn’t follow the events in the movies. Always wanted to see something where Bucky feels like he redeems himself with Tony, and Tony accepts Bucky. The ending felt a little rushed, might go back and edit this later but I hope you enjoy it! Please like, comment, reblog <3
Warnings: Angst (some violence), fluff
Word count: 3.4k
Bucky padded down the hall, wondering how come the left side of his bed was cold and empty this morning, though he had a sneaking suspicion of why.
“Alpine? Where’d you g-”
Bucky smiled, shaking his head as he entered the living room, watching Morgan set up her tea party, her stuffed animals and Avengers actions figures all lined in a row. In the middle, was a large fluffy cushion with the special guest of honour.
“Did you want Friskies or Temptations today Alpine?” Morgan held up two treat bags she had snuck out of Bucky’s room, nodding when Alpine pawed at the chicken treats.
“Chicken for you, shawarma for daddy’s friends, cheese burgers for daddy, Mr. Snuggle, you’ll have to share with me, I only have 1 chocolate chip cookie”
Morgan put 3 teats in a dish for Alpine, setting it in front of her. Alpine sniffed the bowl, waiting for Morgan to give her permission to eat.
“Let’s see, scotch for daddy, Thor I have Asgardian mead for you, and for Alpine- oh! I forgot your water bowl, let me go get it!”
Morgan got up, making a bee line to Bucky’s room, turning back to make sure the little white ball of fur stayed in her seat.
“Just give me a second Alpi- Oof!” She collided with a large wall of muscle, two strong hands safely catching her before she stumbled back.
“Hi Morgan” Bucky smiled softly, setting her back down “Whatcha doing?”
“Hi Mr. Barnes” grinned sheepishly, knowing he was looking for his fur baby “I’m having a tea party! But not a boring one, we can have alcohol! Did you want to join us, Alpine is the special guest”
Bucky snorted, nodding his head; he’d noticed Alpine getting slightly fuller from the many tea parties she’d attended but he didn’t mind. Alpine certainly didn’t seem to mind, enjoying the pampering and head scratches she got for hours on end.
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Imagine
18+ Minors dni
Bucky x f reader
A/N: self indulging here with how we ended up down this rabbit hole. A lil cocky Bucky.
Warnings: Dirty talking, a little smut, illusions to smut, swearing
The TikTok that started it all: https://www.tiktok.com/@hungrymathi/video/6948835965326707973?_t=8Tqbk2XuzbB&_r=1
Word count: 1.2k
You looked around you, sighing contently seeing no one else in the shared living room. You plopped down onto the large couch, snuggling into the cushions, pulling your phone out.
Tumblr.
Wattpad.
AO3.
The holy trinity; your latest guilty pleasure and favourite place to be. It all started with a tiktok.
Avengers walking in on you naked
You snickered at the accuracy of how each person would react; Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter but then the next avenger made your stomach clench. The one and only James Buchanan Barnes. The other avengers would run away or sneak a little glance. Bucky on the other hand, flicks his eyes over your body, licking his lips before walking in and shutting the door behind him. Sure, it was someone else pretending to be Bucky but that did it for you, you had entered a very interesting rabbit hole. You let curiosity get the best of you, searching his name and finding hundreds of TikToks. Some were some rather spicy edits of him working out or pictures of him shirtless. Those were nice, but what really sent you into a spiral were the stories.
It felt wrong but so right. He was your co-worker (disgustingly hot co-worker) for fucks sake but…
The first video you came across made you blush like a little school girl, momentarily confused about wtf y/n stood for. It was an elaborate story about you and Bucky pining for each other, classic idiots in love, there were almost 50 videos for the one story. It was sweet. Wholesome.
And then there were the ones where you were apparently Tony’s daughter (not too different from reality, Tony was very protective over you, more like a brother) and you were caught hooking up with Bucky. It started off with him teasing you, then you sat on his lap and then…. Butterfly emoji. You can imagine the rest?
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Cheeky
18+ Minors dni Drunk Bucky x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)
A/N: Drunk Bucky is a risk taker. Also this picture from Sebastian Stan’s ig is everything. I make my own timelines, everyone is alive as well! Please like, comment and reblog! <3 Warnings: Drinking, nudity, swearing, fluff Word count: 960
“Hes not gonna do it…..he’s doing it…holy fuck…”
You and Steve stood wide eyed, gawking at each other before looking back at the sight in front of you. He didn’t just…yes. Yes he did.
2 hours ago
“Who wants to play truth or dare”
Tony sauntered in with two large bottles of alcohol, wiggling his eyebrows with a shit eating gin on his face. Nat groaned, having just recovered from her hangover from the previous nights activities.
“Weren’t you walking around with sunglasses like 2 minutes ago? How can you do another night of drinking”
“I am Iron Man”
“You know, nothing good ever happens after you say those words” Steve shook his head, wondering if fighting the purple scrotum was even worth it; Tony’s liver seemed to have a death wish.
“Cap’s right, last time you said that, your ass almost got blown up” Sam mused though he was already pulling out shot glasses and lining them up on the living room table.
“C’mon I even pulled out the Asgardian mead for Capsicle and Terminator”
The team gathered around the living room; Steve, Nat Sam sat squished together the couch while Tony took his place at the table pouring drinks. Bucky sat on the floor on the fluffy rug with you happily plopped down between his legs, sitting on his lap.
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Limitless
18 + minors dni
Bucky x female reader
Part 2 of Can you not: Reward time! Your ex tried to win you back and Bucky was having none of that. Bucky threatening your ex was the hottest thing ever and you’re ready to let him do whatever he wants with you.
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The supply closet
For my very lovely @slutforsexyseabass Warnings: Smutty smut (daddy kink, breeding kink, little bondage, little lactation kink, dash of mommy kink, squirting, anal play, Bucky is a warning) fluff!
Word count: 2.3k
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Chicken nuggies.
Crack thought with all the fluff. ALL the fluff. Maybe a tiny dash of angst at the start but it's to set the plot.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong went sideways as soon as the mission started. The team was ambushed. Bucky was separated from everyone else. His trigger words blared through the speakers and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the soldier from awakening.
Worst of all, you were badly injured. Steve groaned in pain, struggling to pull himself up when he saw the solider lock his eyes on your limp form, taking long strides towards you with purpose.
That wasn't good.
"Tony-I-I need back up, y/n is-what the hell"
Steve blinked watching his friend pick you up with the utmost care, holding you securely in his arms. A hydra agent attempted to order him, only to be silenced with a knife thrown to the throat. The soldier made his way towards the exit with you along with a limping Steve trailing behind him.
"Buck-
"Быстрее" [move] he ordered, carrying you close to his chest and sitting in his designated on the spot on the jet. He didn't say a word as the others filed in, growling when Tony didn't start the engine up fast enough. No one dared look in your direction, not wanting to make the wrong move and happy that Bucky had busied himself with looking over your injuries, mumbling in Russian while letting his hand brush over your cheek.
As soon as the jet touched the ground, he was on his feet and carrying you over to the medbay, refusing to set you down until he saw a doctor ready to help. While it wasn't exactly protocol to have him in the operating room while the doctors worked, no one was interested in arguing back with him when he placed himself in a corner, watching intently. His blue eyes which were normally filled with warmth and softness were now stone cold, eyeing every single movement of what was being done to you, his gaze relaxing when the surgeon gave him a shaky thumbs up.
He sat by your side the entire time, gear still strapped to his body, watching the steady beep of your heart monitor while you slept, the rest of the team quietly waiting outside. Sam peered in, quickly retreating back when Bucky glowered at him, getting up and closing the door so you could rest. He and Steve continued to peep through the little glass window, immediately ducking when they could feel steel blue eyes watching him.
"Do we try and help or-
"I don't want to die yet, also based on what I'm seeing, y/n in the safest place she could be"
You sighed happily as you blinked awake, feeling hazy as if you were floating upon the softest of clouds. The room was bright and clean, you could have been in heaven for all you knew.
Or you were just high as a kite from all the pain killers.
Then you saw him beside you.
Such a gorgeous man.
Handsome.
One who gave you butterflies with shy smiles.
"Soldat" You giggled, reaching over to stroke his scruffy cheek, brushing your thumb over the scowl on his lips, "Hi" You admired his sharp jaw, idly tracing over his features while his mouth twitched into something of a smile, all his muscles finally relaxing seeing you awake.
You yawned, stretching yourself out like a kitten out before rolling over with a flop to face the very pretty man who was sitting at your bedside. Your admiration was cut short with the rumble of your tummy.
There was only one thing you wanted now.
"Soldat, I want chicken nuggies" You demanded, the growl of your stomach solidifying your request. He simply nodded, getting up and out of his seat, making his way over to the one place he knew you'd want your "nuggies" from.
"H-how may I h-help you" The Mc Donald's cashier stared at the numerous guns and knifes strapped to the infamous soldier, his metal arm pointing to a kids meal combo that came with a 6 piece nugget.
A little red box was placed in front of him at lightening speed but that wasn't good enough. He peered into the bag, frowning when he saw a toy that you already had. He grabbed it and placed it back onto the counter, staring at the trembling employee while they rummaged to find a new one, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing into the bag instead. The soldier nodded when he was given one you didn't have before, making his way back to ensure you were fed.
It didn't take long for the news outlets to catch on that the Winter Soldier was out buying Happy Meals.
*Tony's suit, Thors hammer, Steve's now broken shield and some gentle deprogramming later*
"Still want more nuggies" You murmured against Bucky's chest, still a little hazy while he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I'll always get you chicken nuggies, doll"
Can't Help Falling in Love with You. (bucky x reader)
~Requested by @BuckysGirl42~ Loved this. Can't wait for the next update. I may have a request though.
Could you do an imagine to the song Can't Help Falling in Love with You? Where the reader is sitting alone in her room at the Avengers tower with a photo in her hand, crying. Because her parents are dead and they sang that song to her all the time and Bucky walks in to find her curled up against the headboard, shaking with sobs.
Please?
AN: This originally was written a few years ago, but with everything going on with music school, life, and broken relationships. I was not able to finish this at the time. this takes place during Captain America civil war. It’s a little different than the movie. Sorry it took so long to write, BuckysGirl42. I hope you like it and I apologize for my terrible writing.
Word count: 1098
Wise men say Only fools rush in…
But I can't help falling in love with you…
(Y/n) could not help but to look at her reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was dark and quiet, yet, she could see her reflection in the mirror while listening to the sound of her tears drip into the sink. She looked at herself once more in the mirror. She used to be happy and hopeful. But now, seeing her face betrayed a deep anguish, and her eyes had an empty expression. She watched the reflection of a broken girl, a girl who fought so hard to save her parents but was too late. (Y/n) saw the reflection of the girl she had become, a kind of person she never thought she would be.
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?...
(Y/n) walked out of her private bathroom in her bedroom at the Avengers compound. She sat down on her bed, tearing up as she looked at the photo of her parents that sat on the bedside table. It didn’t help that she was listening to the song Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Elvis Presley, a song that her parents that had often sang to her when she was a little girl, which brought more tears to her eyes.
Like a river flows Surely to the sea….
This song held a special place in her heart. It was the song her parents danced to at their wedding, it was the song that her parents would sing to (Y/n) anytime she was sad. (Y/n) covered her mouth with her hand and cried more furiously. Today marks the one-year anniversary of her parents death. Today was a day she wanted to herself.
Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be….
She was video chatting with her parents while they were in Lagos volunteering for an outreach program when Crossbones and his team had tortured them and had them killed. she was back in the Avengers compound in New York when it happened. All she could do was watch. She always blamed herself for their death. She did not have powers like Thor or Scarlet Witch. Or has a super suit like Iron Man and Falcon and Black panther, she was not a super soldier like Captain America and Winter Soldier. She was not a bad ass archer like Hawkeye, she may have been good a combat, but she was nothing compared to Black Widow. She was average and average was not good enough.
Take my hand…
Ever since then she has not been the same. Because the sudden realization of not seeing her parents ever again was suddenly real. She sometimes would have dreams about them. Vivid, sweet dreams about sitting in the kitchen of their family home and having breakfast again and talking to them again, listening to dad’s bad jokes. Which would make those mornings more painful because when she woke up, it was like they were being taken from her again. Tony who thought of (Y/n) as his daughter was worried as well as the other avengers. They tried their best to help her anyway they could. They sent the best therapists would try to help her, but nothing helped.
Take my whole life, too…
(Y/n) pulled out a small box from under her bed. She opened it with shaking hands. Inside was pictures of her parents. She went through the photos, looking at the pictures, remembering. Each held a special memory of her parents. She would come across silly selfies that she took with them and laugh sadly at them.
For I can't help falling in love with you….
One photo stood out the most. It was a photo of her parents singing to her when she was a little girl, her dad playing the guitar while her mom would singing the lyrics. (Y/n) held the photo of her parents and clutched it to her chest. tears now stinging at the corners of (Y/n) (e/c) eyes. “ If I just gotten there a little sooner….” (Y/n) was now sobbing banging her head against the head board of her bed.
Like a river flows Surely to the sea….
Bucky had been making his way back to his bedroom when he overheard sobbing walks through the door, as he looks around he finds his (Y/n) banging her head up against the headboard.
Darling, so it goes…
Bucky hated seeing the love of his life this way. Hearing her cries gave him chills because it was rare that she cried and hearing her cries to him sounded heartbroken and devastated.
Bucky quickly rushed her side and held her close to him. She fought him at first, but eventually gave in. sobbing uncontrollably. "Shhh..., Shhh... (Y/n)" Bucky says as he is trying to soothe her. "I've could have saved them, Bucky. I should have done more. I should have gone with them, Bucky. It's my fault that there dead." She said, continued sobbing into his chest. Bucky automatically understanding what she meant.
"This is not your fault (Y/n)” Bucky began. Recalling all the time she would tell him that after all that he did as winter soldier.
“You did all that you could have done (y/n). Crossbones and his team were wanted revenge and did not care who they harmed and killed to achieve that. There was nothing you could have done” Bucky said to her, hugging her even more than possible. Her sobbing slowly faded away.
Take my hand, Take my whole life, too
“Look at me please” He said. Her (e/c) eyes that are still filled with tears came into his focus. “This … is … not.. your fault.” He said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. The touch of his lips burned or her skin. and, slowly gently. Theirs bodies still hugged together. For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you
“ thank you Bucky for being here, I don’t know what I’ll do if I didn’t have you ” She said, taking a shaking breath. He reached up with his fingertips uncertainly, letting them brush against her cheeks of her face. She was staring at him, with her (H/c) hair falling into her eyes.
“please stay with me tonight.” She said with pleading eyes.
Bucky shook his head. “Of course, honey”. He said as she and him laid back in bed. Bucky’s hands wrapped around her as they both drifted off to sleep.
tags: @BuckysGirl42
Avengers Reassemble Ch 3
Sakaar wasn’t a very forgiving place, as Brunnhilde’s ship was being tailed by a fleet of the planet’s deadliest pilots. What was supposed to be a diplomatic mission to find allies in the cosmos for New Asgard turned into a chase for vengeance.
“SHIT! CAN ANYONE READ ME?!,” Valkyrie shouted out to the communications device on her ship, “THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR AID!”
A few shots from behind her almost took off her ship’s right wing. The Asgardian dipped down to get out of her enemies’ s scope. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working.
“I REPEAT! THIS IS BRUNNHILDE OF NEW ASGARD CALLING FOR HELP!,” the ruler called out, “I’VE GOT A SHIT TON OF MERCENARIES ON MY ARSE AND I’D RATHER NOT DIE TODAY!”
Valkyrie began to mutter to herself, “Become new ruler, he said. It would be an easy job, he said. You can trust me, I’m the mighty, all-knowing Thor, HE SAID!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ODIN, WHERE IS THAT WOMAN?!”
She could’ve just stayed here working for the Grandmaster or she could’ve been having fun somewhere on Alfheim, but nooo! She had to say yes to helping out Dumb and Dumber kill their evil sister! Now, she’s running a damn nation, everyone was either begging for her help or trying to kill her, and she had to stay sober for this mission for FOUR DAYS!
A beeping alarm came from the warrior’s dashboard, “Warning! Massive energy signature detected!”
“Oh, what in the Hel now?!,” Valkyrie groaned.
Out of nowhere, a blazing light caught her attention. It was like looking into the sun. The sound of explosions rattled the ruler’s ears as she tried to get a look at what was going on.
“Your highness,'' came a voice from the dashboard, “Need a hand?”
Valkyrie looked up to see a blonde woman in red and blue looking down at her, burning like a supernova. Captain Carol Danvers gave the Asgardian a smile, as she hovered before her ship.
“Well, if it isn’t the Kree Captain,” Brunnhilde noted, “Would it hurt for you to pick up the damn pager once in a while?”
“Aw, don’t tell me you came all the way to Sakaar for little ol’ me,” Carol jokingly mused.
“We’ve got some stuff to talk about,” Valkyrie told her knight in glowing armor, “You know a place where we can chat?”
…
“You are my type of guy,” Brunnhilde gleamed as she downed another bottle.
The bar the two were at was filled with criminals, but they were the type not to draw attention to themselves by starting some type of fight with the two heroes. As the valkyrie chugged down the drink, Carol watched her carefully, starting to grow impatient.
“I’m guessing you didn’t cross galaxies just to get wasted,” Carol commented.
“Trust me, they do not sell this brand back on Earth, I’ll tell you that,” Brunn smirked, “No, I need your help. The whole of Earth does.”
“What’s going on?,” Danvers asked.
“That team of yours wants you back,” Valkyrie answered, “Those Avengers of yours.”
Carol scoffed. She remembered working with that group during the aftermath of the Snap. They weren’t exactly the best company, but she had respect for them. Plus, it was a whole team named after her! At least she knew Fury had taste.
“I thought they disbanded after Thanos.”
“They’re coming back together,” Valkyrie explained, “New group and all. Apparently, our names are on the roster.”
“Hm. And what makes them think that I would join them?,” the captain asked quizzically.
“From what I can tell, the Skrulls are doing much better now,” Valkyrie pointed out, “And a good number of the planets you were sent to help are doing far better now. Even this hellhole.”
“Yeah, the people running this place sure have it out for you,” Carol responded.
“Yep,” Valkyrie took another swig, “So, you in or out?”
Carol thought it over. She missed Earth. She really did. She missed the Louisiana nights. She missed messing around with Fury. She missed her family. But she couldn’t go back now.
After the Blip, she finally got them back. Her Maria, her Monica. But they were different. Staying with the Skrulls all these years caused the captain to forget about the shackles of time and age. While she remained as young as when she first got her abilities, time moved on for them. Maria may have forgiven her for the years she missed, but Monica was a bit more...hesitant.
Plus, this was a team! Last team she was on ended up betraying her. No, there was too much baggage.
Carol shook her head, “Look, I’m flattered and everything, but I’m more of a solo act. Your welcome for the save, by the way.”
“Of course,” Valkyrie smirked, “As is the Kree way, right? Not to work with those lower than you?”
The captain’s fists clenched, “I’m not a Kree.”
“Yet you still wear the uniform of one of their soldiers,” Valkyrie scoffed, “Look, I’m not good with emotions or sympathy or any of those made up words Bruce told me about, but I’m going to take a stab at it. The metaphorical stab, not the literal one.”
“Oh boy,” Carol exhaled, ready for some awful advice.
“I’ve tried running away from my responsibilities before. Tried to get away from the place I called home. Wasted my time drinking and working for whoever paid. Believe me, I would guzzle liquor until I blacked out,” Brunnhilde reminisced, “Then I realized that running didn’t solve anything. I had to go back, I had to fix things back home. I think what I’m getting at here is that you can’t run forever.”
Carol listened closely, sympathizing with the woman sitting next to her, “What’s your game in all of this?”
Brunnhilde bitterly let out a laugh, “...I’ve seen too many people die on my watch.”
She took another swig of her bottle and hopped off of her seat, “Well, once you decide to get off your arse and help out, you know where to find me.”
Carol watched the warrior walk out and began to think it over. How was she going to live her life?
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°˖✧𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚟 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜.✧˖°
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪,𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶, 𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴,𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘯,𝘡𝘈𝘕𝘋, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 '𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺' 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘧𝘴. [𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴]. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 [𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦]. 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
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