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Bucky: Okay Morgan, there are 206 bones in the body, but! I’m gonna teach you how to dislocate someone’s body in 230 ways—

Sam: Dude. She’s a kid.

Morgan:…

Bucky: Oh yeah! You’re right.

*turns around for a few seconds before turning back with puppets over his hands*

Bucky, in somewhat a Kermit the frog’s voice: Hi kids! We’re going to show you how to dislocate someone’s body! Let’s start with the Clavicle region. Do you know where that is?

Sam: oh my god.

This is a series I’m gonna try to work on as much as I kind. Any feed back is very much appreciated. This will be an AU and Post-Endgame story. 

Bucky Barnes x OC (Soulmate AU) 

ALSO, in this AU Nat and Tony are alive, I decided that Vision will be alive and although Thor will not be present (maybe) in this series, he’ll be mentioned along with him gradually getting healthier (depression wise). And that how they got the soul stone back by lovely little Hawkeye being the recruitment guy he is and asking Deadpool to just get it for them! Steve did go and return the stones, also smacking that bitch Red Skull around for a bit and he DID come back because Peggy already has a damn husband my gosh Stevie. 

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Introduction...

In a world where to have your soulmate’s name tattooed on your skin is normal, Koletta Lauren Amirite feels nothing but normal with the name that is on her collarbone. 

James Buchanan Barnes. 

Kol was never really was ashamed to have a war hero as her soulmate only wishing she could’ve met and loved him. 

It also doesn’t help that because she’s a mutant that she already wasn’t desirable or loved by many people who didn’t understand her particular powers as they could be perceived as evil or used for evil. 

And with leaving behind a broken family in Tennessee, Kol moves to New York City, and decides to go to college at NYU. 

Shortly after being at a college party, she meets Pepper Potts and they’ve been really great friends ever since. 

Amirite starts using her powers for good, finally using them for something besides hiding them away from the world. That’s also how Nick Fury paid her a lovely visit and she got caught up in all this “hero” business. 

She wouldn’t change it for the world. But things got harder in her personal life and after an accident led to several deaths of innocent citizens from her “heroic” powers, Koletta decides it’s time to go into hiding. 

She didn’t miss that her soulmate was now suddenly alive, only that he had his own problems, and she most likely wasn’t what he needed nor wanted right now. 

Soon after the civil war that rocked the Avengers lives tore them apart and although Tony Stark himself reached out to ask for her support, she did what Koletta does best, and shut him and everyone out. 

She would've stayed in hiding, away from everyone and everything. Locked in a cabin in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee unless Natasha hadn’t messaged her saying simply, “We need your help.” 

Deciding to help what she could only call her family, in a dire time of need wasn’t a choice that she needed to make. 

She helped. 

She never expected the outcome. 

The Impossible Conclusion- Bucky/OC Soul Mate AU

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my series lovely peeps. I’ll try to make each part as long as I can because with me doing school in August, it’ll be hard for me to give this series the attention it deserves. 

  CHAPTER ONE IS UNDER THE CUT 

Parts of the story: 

Introduction 

I spent my days waiting for you, searching the crowds for your face. I stopped breathing the moment you recognized me, as you captured my soul with your gaze. 

~Christy Ann Martine 

Chapter One 

I think the oddest thing in this peculiar world are dreams. They can be about anything, make no sense, or they can turn into nightmares that make you grasp at your sheets at night. Some people can only see in black and white in dreams and some people completely forget they’ve dreamed at all. Journals can be filled with dreams, scary ones and others can be filled with joy. 

I used to be so good at journaling my dreams in a thick black notebook that was collecting dust on my nightstand table until this morning. 

I had the dream again. 

When I met him for the first time, James or Bucky. 

At this point I don’t even know if I was allowed to whisper his name in my mind. I felt silly even though he’s my soulmate. 

“So Wakanda, what’s that like?” Rhodey was bumbling like an idiot at this point. It was silent in the jet on the way to the beautiful land or so Steve mumbled to me about the place once I had arrived silent as usual, fighting the curve of a smile on my lips when I saw Nat. 

I knew Bucky was there. That he was recovering. It’s all I could focus on, never mind the rejects new styles they had going on. 

And according to Natasha giving me a not-so-subtle heads up in front of the team as well, that he knew who I was. 

He’d never seen me in pictures or even heard my voice on the many news channels talking about my sudden disappearance. But he knew I existed and that I was indeed coming to Wakanda. 

My cheeks were flushed red when I decided there’s no use in hiding my soul mark anymore, choosing to take the hot black jacket I had on, now off, leaving me in a black skin-tight tank top and matching pure black tactical gear pants that felt to be a size too big on me. I never worried about putting armor on. 

And now sitting in the farthest corner, facing one of the many windows over looking outside and down below the jet, all I could feel were Steve’s eyes tracing the name that was very loud on my collarbone. 

I chewed on my lip to fight a smile as I turned to look into his piercing ocean eyes. He was always trying to peak after I confessed who my soulmate was when I met him shortly after the Battle of New York in 2012.

“Hey old man, how have you been?” My voice was quiet and my smile was sheepish as his eyes softened and he walked a few steps before he was beside me. 

“Could be better.” He continued to stare below my neck, only breaking that stare to look me in my eyes when my black locks blocked his view. “How are you? I mean, how are you feeling with going to Wakanda? Fighting?” 

I faced the window again. I knew he wasn’t really asking about how I was about fighting again or about going to this almost magical feeling land called Wakanda. He wanted to know how I felt about finally meeting him. I didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse, especially in this situation. 

I wanted to lie but instead I sighed and let the emotions I was feeling show on my face. 

“Honestly Steve, I don’t know how to feel. How to be. I mean I’m thirty-two. My whole life I always accepted my other half wasn’t alive and now?” I pursed my lips and didn’t continue, otherwise I most likely would’ve spilled everything out. Rogers was good at that. 

I could feel his sadness for me. Steve seemed to have hardened up through the years, but he clasped his hand on my shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. 

“Bucky knows you exist Kol. And he’s not upset that you do, he’s just trying to get it through his head that he has a soul mate.” Steve looked like he wanted to stay more about that particular topic but instead he sighed and smiled at me, watching as I shuffled from side to side, still not used to affection or touch of any kind for years.  “And stop worrying so much or you’ll get sick and I can’t bring Buck’s best girl to him unhealthy when I’m supposed to take care of you when he’s gone!” 

The statement made me sniffle a giggle because Steve tried to act all serious but the amusement in his eyes set me off. 

Whenever everything was okay and Steve just met the shy girl who was supposed to be his best friend’s soulmate he couldn’t believe it really. They would hang out all the time and whenever I’d get hurt or something as little as refusing to get out of my bed in the morning, he would say things like: 

“Now how am I supposed to take care of Buck’s best girl while he’s gone when you’re being this difficult?” 

Always something to that effect and it never failed to make me giggle like an idiot or make me smile through pain after a mission gone wrong. 

“Hey Koletta, do want any pancakes before we go?” 

Wanda’s voice filtered through the door of my dark bedroom and I could see her shadow from underneath the door.  

I had been writing for so long I didn’t realize that it was getting closer to the acceptable time for Wanda and Natasha to be up and walking around in the compound. 

“No thanks sis, but can you make sure to put on the TV in the living room so I don’t scared of hearing my own footsteps?” 

She chuckled and soon after a small goodbye was heard, she was gone. 

They were going out to see Pepper and Tony, maybe Steve. They tried not to tell me because they knew I would get down even more than I already felt. 

I sighed and winced at the sunlight beaming straight into my corneas from my curtains, obviously not doing their job. 

“You ready?” I felt Natasha grasp my hand as she whispered in my ear. We had landed five minutes ago, but I was frozen in my steps that I knew would lead me to my soul mate. Nat stayed back while everyone introduced themselves or were reacquainted and even though I knew I’d have to be introduced like Rhodey, I kept begging the floor to just swallow me whole right then and there. 

“Fuck no.” I sighed out a shaky breath before taking the first step forward, tightening my grip on Nat’s hand before letting go completely. “But, let’s just get this over with and stab some bad guys while we’re at it.” 

I walked with my head down, causing my raven hair to cover my face, and I could clearly hear the commotion around me going on. 

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard a velvet voice chuckle and I just knew. 

“And- Uh this is Koletta Amirite or The Black Dahlia as you know her.” 

Steve’s voice sounded like a distant buzzing sound. Like it wasn’t real and suddenly all I could do was pretend, as I usually do. 

I raised my head and smiled with no teeth, knowing now that my hair was now longer shielding my face...or my mark, that it was definitely clear who I was. I looked at the King of Wakanda first, T’Challa, smiling more widely. 

“Nice to finally meet King T’Challa, Wakanda is a beautiful country it seems.” 

He was smiling or smirking maybe? Either way it looked smug, but in a teasing way. I saw him glance at my mark before his eyes momentarily widened, before he formally introduced himself and welcomed me. 

I could see Princess Shuri not doing anything to hide her somewhat teasing smile beside her brother and I had a feeling I’d absolutely love her personality by the end of all of this. 

And this my eyes swept where I felt I needed to look. It felt like my mind was being tugged at and my heart’s strings were doing everything to remind me that my other half is three feet of the right of me, standing in front of Steve. 

I always wondered how I would have reacted if I had met him, back then I mean. Wondered if fireworks would set off in the sky or if it would feel like nothing happened. Wondered if maybe his eyes would light up with fire in them of passion, love, and all that romantic bullshit. 

But nothing prepared me for seeing the sun shine on his vibranium arm, now golden instead of the silver I’d seen in pictures and videos. No one told me how a few seconds would feel like hours as my eyes fleeted over his still form. And then emerald eyes met a steel blue, my breath hitching momentarily because I forgot to breathe. Fuck. 

He was gorgeous. Breathtaking. So many adjectives could describe him but they would never amount up to just how beautiful he was. 

My body felt like it was weightless, like I was stuck to the ground, and couldn’t move my feet. I felt like I was home finally, like I had just breathed in the breath of life itself. Home.  

His long hair was framing his face well, his strong jawline hidden by a beard that looked well on him. So well on him. His lips were chapped and were a light pink. His tongue swiped over his lips for a second and suddenly I was back on Earth. 

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by looking over his face for any clues. It was void of any emotion and I knew if I took off the gloves that covered my shaking hands, the same ones that covered my powers up, that if I touched him I would suddenly know exactly what he was thinking. Selfish thinking. 

“James.” I simply said his name, almost down to an impossible to hear whisper. But I knew he heard me because the second I spoke, Bucky’s breath hitched, and his face once void of any emotion was now at ease almost. His pink lips parted and he blinked at me, as if he was expecting me to disappear. 

He didn’t say anything back that day. 

It took me too long to finish that one entry of the continuous dream I would have of meeting him for the first time. I would write a little and suddenly be overwhelmed with anxiety. 

It was one of the reasons I closed myself off from most people nowadays and why I took up a spare bedroom in the Avengers compound, which was now only occupied by Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and me. 

Finally getting up to start the day, I decided maybe today would be better. 

A beautiful drawing from Morgan for her dad's birthday

Die Besessenheit: 4. Partie de Campagne

Die Besessenheit Masterlist

Summary: You have slowly worked your way through the writer’s ranks at the New York Times, finally securing your dream spot in the business section as an investigative journalist. However, turning down your boss’ advances lands you writing the article from hell: a PR-fix for the Avengers. Since the destruction of Thanos, the world has idolised the Avengers. They can do no wrong. You see through the facade and their ego. Forced to stay at the new facilities, you must live the Avenger’s lifestyle and document the life of an international superhero. You catch the eye of Steve Rogers, Captain America.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, non-con, slow burn, love bombing, coercive control, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, obsessive Steve Rogers, psychological focus, emotional manipulation, creepy Steve Rogers, somnophilia, masturbation. No under 18s.

Notes: This is a collaborative project with the beautiful @sophiria . Please heed the warnings and tags, these will be updated as the story progresses. If you wish to be tagged please let us know!🖤 Please feel free to comment and reblog! We’d love to hear your thoughts 🖤

Chapter Notes: Anything in bold and italics is an insight into a certain Captain’s spiraling mind. They are NSFW. So enjoy. And not to give ANYTHING away… the last paragraph is INTENTIONALLY not in bold and italics. You’re welcome, my fellow filthy-minded friends.

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                                              Partie de Campagne

Your pace was near perfect, the air just cool enough to keep you from overheating. You were close to the compound, making good time. You might have technically been on Avengers’ property, but it felt freeing to be outside, by yourself, jogging and listening to your music.

It had become apparent, whilst living under the watchful eye of America’s Captain and the every present A.I., that you had been taking the simple notion of freedom and autonomy for granted. That very thought turned your gut. You were an American citizen, you should have the freedom to go wherever you choose, but at this time that was not your reality. Captain America was the conductor of your every move.

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This is so sad 😭 I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive Marvel for making Steve go back in time.

What Could’ve Been

FINAL PART

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, like ouch bitch who hurt you?, pain, regrets, moving on

summary: Steve stays in the past when returning the stones, leaving you behind and erasing everything you two were to each other. Decades pass and he wonders if he made the right decision. Especially since the memories of you still lingers in his mind years after.

DISCLAIMER: Time travel concept is different than in the movie. If you travel back in time, you mess with the future. You don’t have memories of Steve. He erased that the minute he decided to stay behind. You two never met. I didn’t want to make Steve go back in time and have another separate Steve still sleeping in ice. Whoops.

PLEASE READ PART ONE TO UNDERSTAND:

What Could’ve Been Part 1

Main Masterlist

Steve knew he didn’t have much time left.

He felt it in his heart, in the very core of his soul that his life was coming to an end. Old age eventually catches up to everyone and despite all the suffering he’s been through, he could only wait. He was laid there on his hospital bed, waiting as time ticked away second by second. His children and their family were just outside the room, talking to the doctors and trying to see if they could do anything to prolong his life. If there’s anything more they could do. The Barnes’ were here too. You were here too.

The ironic part was, he didn’t really want more.

Steve was tired.

He was so very tired.

He wanted to rest. To finally go into sleep and never wake up. He wonders if it’s anything like the time he first woke up from the ice. If by the time he passes, he’d open his eyes to blinding light or if he would just drift into nothingness. If there was a Heaven, and he wasn’t sure if there was anymore or if he was even qualified to be in there, what image would greet him?

Would he see Peggy? The Commandos? Would he see his mother? His father? All the people he’d lost? Would he see you?

God, he hoped he would. 

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My second time reading this and I’m still crying

What Could’ve Been

FINAL PART

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, like ouch bitch who hurt you?, pain, regrets, moving on

summary: Steve stays in the past when returning the stones, leaving you behind and erasing everything you two were to each other. Decades pass and he wonders if he made the right decision. Especially since the memories of you still lingers in his mind years after.

DISCLAIMER: Time travel concept is different than in the movie. If you travel back in time, you mess with the future. You don’t have memories of Steve. He erased that the minute he decided to stay behind. You two never met. I didn’t want to make Steve go back in time and have another separate Steve still sleeping in ice. Whoops.

PLEASE READ PART ONE TO UNDERSTAND:

What Could’ve Been Part 1

Main Masterlist

Steve knew he didn’t have much time left.

He felt it in his heart, in the very core of his soul that his life was coming to an end. Old age eventually catches up to everyone and despite all the suffering he’s been through, he could only wait. He was laid there on his hospital bed, waiting as time ticked away second by second. His children and their family were just outside the room, talking to the doctors and trying to see if they could do anything to prolong his life. If there’s anything more they could do. The Barnes’ were here too. You were here too.

The ironic part was, he didn’t really want more.

Steve was tired.

He was so very tired.

He wanted to rest. To finally go into sleep and never wake up. He wonders if it’s anything like the time he first woke up from the ice. If by the time he passes, he’d open his eyes to blinding light or if he would just drift into nothingness. If there was a Heaven, and he wasn’t sure if there was anymore or if he was even qualified to be in there, what image would greet him?

Would he see Peggy? The Commandos? Would he see his mother? His father? All the people he’d lost? Would he see you?

God, he hoped he would. 

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Heavenly, Part One

Dark!Steve x Reader

Notes: This is my first Steve fic since I’m more of a Bucky girl myself. This takes place after Endgame, but whenever he returned the Stones, he decided to come back instead of staying with Peggy. Also, he looks like Nomad!Steve. I’m not even sure if anyone will see this, but if you’ve found this, congratulations. I originally wanted to just make this a oneshot, but I just have too much inspiration. I hope that those of you who read enjoy. 

Warnings: Honestly? Nothing in this part. Steve just being a tad bit creepy.

Word Count: 2,001

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I cried so hard while reading this. It's just... I know they all are happy and safe now, but.... it just feel so wrong, that they will never remember.... never be what they were meant to be.

“Endgame” final: after destroying the tesseract and defeating Thanos, Steve, the only surviving Avenger, remain left in the past of this new world. A world where he was never frozen. A world where he stayed with Peggy. A world where there is no Avengers. Until one day in the future when Tony remembers everything. 

Does anyone know of a post Endgame fic featuring a heavy dose of Steve Hurt/Comfort? Because Thanos totally did a number on Steve, that had to be a broken arm there, and a concussion, and that sliced up leg - that had to hurt. A lot. And bleed. A lot. I really want to read that fic, you know, where he maybe collapses into Bucky and Sam's arms, or even bonus points for maybe even sinking into Thor's. They could maybe go back home to new Asgard for a while to recover and mourn Tony (extra marks for all the grief as well as whump), because where else do they all have to go? ... I really want to read a fic like that, but I can't find one and I really can't be arsed to write it (although I probably definitely will)

The only reason they didn’t reverse the snap to the exact moment it happened was so Morgan was still alive. It was for Tony to be with his kid, but he died anyways so it didn’t matter. The ending destroyed the only reason the 5 years mattered and it was only for one person.

The one thing about Endgame I can’t get past, the one thing that first WandaVision and moreso The Falcon & the Winter Soldier made brutally, abundantly clear, isn’t even Steve’s super shitty ending, it’s that the Avengers made things infinitely worse by reversing the Blip.

It’d be one thing if they’d made the Blip never take place, or restored everyone one millisecond after they disappeared — things they absolutely could have done, by the way — but they didn’t. They brought them all back five years later. It’s insane. It’s sociopathic.

First of all, a lot of people didn’t disappear that day. They died. People who got hit by suddenly driverless cars, people who went down on pilotless airplanes, people skydiving when the instructor disappeared, people whose doctors crumbled to dust mid-surgery, babies who wasted away in their cribs because their parents got Snapped. None of those people got restored in the Reverse Snap. They just stayed dead.

Second of all, everyone got brought back right where they’d disappeared. Which is fine in theory. Except isn’t it pretty lucky no one was sitting in that chair when Monica got restored? And also that apparently no one had moved that chair in five years? So what if you were on a plane that’s no longer in the air? What if you were on a boat that’s no longer in the middle of the ocean? What if you were skydiving and now there’s no parachute? What if you were on the top floor of a building that’s since been demolished? What if you were in your car in the middle of the freaking freeway? That’s thousands more deaths, conservatively.

But forget about all those dead people for a sec. TFatWS makes it explicit that the world is in complete chaos because of the Reverse Snap. People are displaced, families have been torn apart, people are angry and scared and no one knows what to do. It’s so clear that if the Avengers weren’t going to undo the Snap completely — if they weren’t going to undo it at the moment it happened — then they shouldn’t have undone it at all. That it would have been kinder, better to have let the Snapped stay Snapped. Not just for the sake of the people left, but for the people who disappeared.

Imagine the absolute hell of materializing five years in the future to find someone else living in your house, someone else married to your spouse. To find out your baby died or your mom or your partner. And by the way you have no credit, you have no money, no job history, no possessions, nothing. But good luck trying to rebuild your life and all! Aren't you glad we brought you back? You're welcome!

If the MCU ended with Endgame and no one ever had to think about the ramifications, then fine. Whatever. It’s a happy ending. What a cool final battle!

But it didn’t end there. And as such, it’s not a happy ending. It’s deranged. The Avengers are villains.

And it’s just so weird that no one in-universe seems to acknowledge this. That what the Avengers did was bad. That all this chaos, all this suffering, is entirely their fault.

“Yeah, things suck, but I sure do hope Captain America 1.0 is having fun on the moon! Man, we all miss Iron Man!”

W H A T

I don’t know how to deal with that. I don’t know how we, as an audience, are supposed to reconcile with that. I don’t know how they think they can make that decision seem heroic when every subsequent movie and show just makes it retroactively worse.