the number of people who seriously believe frank would have encouraged karen to further traumatize herself by killing dex, proves that they don't actually get frank's character and only care to glorify his violence without understanding it. frank would have stopped karen and killed dex himself, that's the only difference. whether that would have been better or worse, is honestly debatable
Being a writer is wild because one minute you’re convinced you’re a genius and the next you’re googling ‘synonyms for walk’ like you’ve never used language before.
"go on, stab me" he urged as the blade of her dagger danced across the skin of his chest, right where his heart thumped... He wondered if she can hear it screaming her name... "it's yours anyway..."
(i swear yall im almost done writing, bear with me 😔)
Summary: bucky forgot to tell you about the the extension of their mission...
Warnings: strong language, mentions of blood, mentions of past trauma, mentions of violence, slight angst
A/N: this was for lucky number thirteen!! I know it's 👎👎👎 but please bear with me huhuhu. I tried my best y'all 😔 (imma rewrite it yall)
He never liked the metallic smell of blood, it reminded him of the monster that wore his skin like it was its own. He used to think that the monster and he were one, but you kept reminding him... 'It was never your fault, Bucky' he could almost hear your voice when he closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to come home to you tonight. He couldn't wait to bask in your presence. To give you the kisses that you deserved for working so hard.
"What's our ETA?" He asked Sam as he walked down the deck of the airship, grabbing a rag on his way to wipe away the crimson staining his suit.
"We have to do a stopover mission at Montreal" the bird-winged man turned to him
"Another mission? Who the hell approved this?" His expression was stern, not that he wasn't feeling like helping people today... It was just that he so badly wanted to go home to you. He knew you'd be waiting for him regardless of how late he'd come home. With those sleepy eyes and that droopy smile.
"I did. It'll be a quick in and out buck. Don't worry."
"Just because you don't have a love life doesn't mean you have to ruin ours Rogers" Natasha butted in, that signature devious smirk twisted on her lips as if they hadn't spent almost five hours getting their ass kicked by a bunch of Hydra wannabes
"Well, your 'lovers' are gonna be exactly where you left them, Romanoff. Besides, this mission will be a walk in the park. Sam, could you do the honors?" The star-spangled man said as he handed the tablet to Sam.
Bucky had always been a fan of technology, but ever since Hydra, everything that conducts and is powered by electricity doesn't seem too amusing anymore.
Clicking sounds resonated in the cabin of the ship as Sam tapped his way on the tablet before pulling out a holographic screen that featured a bunch of loonies wearing capes. It was some kind of a cult circle. And mugshots of a bunch of convicts.
"Our target is the leader of this cult named Les fils de la mort. Fury sent someone to spy on them last month to see if the cult is harmless but apparently their leader actually believes that he's the damn messiah and wants to buy weapons from someone in the dark web selling salvaged Chitauri weapons and some stolen Stark tech and wants to incinérer everyone that disagrees" Sam said, pronouncing the french words in the most ridiculous rendition french accent.
"This better be worth missing my dinner with Bruce," Natasha said without meeting anyone's gaze as she loaded her weapons and changed into new comms
ꪆৎ
You yawned for the nth time. It was almost 3am, and Bucky hadn't arrived yet. He was supposed to arrive hours ago and you were starting to grow worried. You had asked Stark if they had been handed another mission
"Not that I know of, either way, he's a grown man y/n. He can handle himself, and if the mission was extended, he wouldn't be stupid enough to get himself strangled by you just because he had forgotten to tell you, right?" He answered reassuringly... But that was almost 4 hours ago.
You opened your phone, 13 missed calls from your end, and 5 unanswered messages. You were starting to grow worried. This has been a recurring event recently. You were aware of the nature of his job since you've been the team's physician for god knows how long. You had always feared what they might encounter out there, him in particular cause you knew what he's gone through, even before you two were a thing. And since you started dating that fear grew a mind of its own and is now living rent-free in your mind.
"FRIDAY, can you please give me that ETA now?" You said, your words shaky as your lips quivered.
"Apologies doctor y/l/n, that information is inaccessible for security reasons."
"You do realize that I am their doctor, right?"
"Yes, but for security reasons, I cannot share that information with anyone. Not even Mr. Stark." Her Irish accent sounded too jolly for the situation at hand and it didn't make you feel any better.
Your mind raced through every possible scenario as you lay in bed. Hot tears rolled down your face and stained the pillows, and before you knew it, you'd already cried yourself asleep.
ꪆৎ
"ETA?" Barnes asked as soon as they got back on the bird, not caring about the warm red liquid trickling down his face and the iron like taste coating his tongue. Hell— none of it mattered as soon as he realized that he forgot to tell you that their mission had been extended.
"She'd kill you faster than that possible hemorrhage" Natasha joked but bucky simply looked at her unamused of her antics
"You actually forgot to tell her?"
"She's gonna beat your ass"
The two others added as if that would help.
Bucky knows that he has the worst memory, but not with you. Never when it came to you. He knew that you'd be worried beyond insanity if he forgot to send you a message or called you about this and it made him feel so nervous cause that's exactly what he had just done. He nearly winced as he thought of you shooting him the moment he set foot in the premises of the compound.
Yeah, you were shorter than him, but he was aware of how scary you can be. Like that one time someone called him names while you two were out on a date. The poor guy nearly begged the cops to keep him detained saying that jail was way better than knowing that a 5'0 foot tall woman who has the mouth of a trucker and the strength of an angry wrestler had promised to hunt him.
ꪆৎ
Muted patters and a ribbon of crimson trailed behind Bucky as he tried to run to your room as fast as he could. Goosebumps crawled on his skin as he noticed the silence of his footsteps. That was another thing that reminded him of the monster that used to hold his body and soul captive.
The door groaned and creaked as he opened it with care, not wanting to disturb you.
He sighed, finally feeling at ease as he saw your sleeping figure. That ease soon turned into guilt the moment he drew more attention to your tear-stained face.
The bed dipped and you also shifted when he sat on the bed beside you
"Asshole" your voice broke through before he could even say anything and he held your face in his hands
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've told you."
He slowly pressed his forehead against yours. Those icy blue gazes felt warmer as they bore into yours.
"You didn't even bother getting patched up at the clinic." Tears welled in your eyes as you noticed the visible wounds that framed his face.
"Holding you will always be a better cure doll," his lips felt warm as they left blood-stained kisses on your cheek, "plus your nurses down there are scary. They're pretty much pissed that I'm in and out of the clinic even without missions" he whispered and you hit him in the chest as a laugh escaped you
"Still an asshole"
"M'your asshole though" he whispered as he snuggled his face into your neck, enjoying the warmth of your presence. It was like two souls intertwining as their heartbeats reunite... And even fate knew that it had no right to take this away from them.
THEY MISSED IT. THEY FUCKING MISSED IT. THEY COULD'VE USED A 'NO SHIT SHERLOCK' JOKE BETWEEN BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AND RDJ BUT THEY FUCKING MISSED IT. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE GODDAMN DISAPPOINTED.
I am now spiraling because earlier i was like 'everyone forgot about peter but the ai assistants haven't for sure cause they're not people' and then i realized that edith isn't with him anymore, obviously vision has passed, and i don't think friday is around as well. And then i went, but what if the hulk remembers him? Cause banner and hulk are different beings? But then i remember, that shot doesn't freaking work as well. So now i am spiraling because i miss the old marvel and i don't know what to do. I miss nat, i miss cap, i miss tony, i miss banner and hulk being separate, i miss wanda, and vision, and maria. I just wanna bonk my head real hard so i can get amnesia and rewatch all of it.
I am currently free from the chains of my 9-to-5. Should I start writing again? If yes, please choose a number between 1 and 50, cause I have at least 50 wips that I never got to finish because of my lack of time and I can't really choose which one to start writing. SEND HELP T-T
Summary: bucky forgot to tell you about the the extension of their mission...
Warnings: strong language, mentions of blood, mentions of past trauma, mentions of violence, slight angst
A/N: this was for lucky number thirteen!! I know it's 👎👎👎 but please bear with me huhuhu. I tried my best y'all 😔 (imma rewrite it yall)
He never liked the metallic smell of blood, it reminded him of the monster that wore his skin like it was its own. He used to think that the monster and he were one, but you kept reminding him... 'It was never your fault, Bucky' he could almost hear your voice when he closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to come home to you tonight. He couldn't wait to bask in your presence. To give you the kisses that you deserved for working so hard.
"What's our ETA?" He asked Sam as he walked down the deck of the airship, grabbing a rag on his way to wipe away the crimson staining his suit.
"We have to do a stopover mission at Montreal" the bird-winged man turned to him
"Another mission? Who the hell approved this?" His expression was stern, not that he wasn't feeling like helping people today... It was just that he so badly wanted to go home to you. He knew you'd be waiting for him regardless of how late he'd come home. With those sleepy eyes and that droopy smile.
"I did. It'll be a quick in and out buck. Don't worry."
"Just because you don't have a love life doesn't mean you have to ruin ours Rogers" Natasha butted in, that signature devious smirk twisted on her lips as if they hadn't spent almost five hours getting their ass kicked by a bunch of Hydra wannabes
"Well, your 'lovers' are gonna be exactly where you left them, Romanoff. Besides, this mission will be a walk in the park. Sam, could you do the honors?" The star-spangled man said as he handed the tablet to Sam.
Bucky had always been a fan of technology, but ever since Hydra, everything that conducts and is powered by electricity doesn't seem too amusing anymore.
Clicking sounds resonated in the cabin of the ship as Sam tapped his way on the tablet before pulling out a holographic screen that featured a bunch of loonies wearing capes. It was some kind of a cult circle. And mugshots of a bunch of convicts.
"Our target is the leader of this cult named Les fils de la mort. Fury sent someone to spy on them last month to see if the cult is harmless but apparently their leader actually believes that he's the damn messiah and wants to buy weapons from someone in the dark web selling salvaged Chitauri weapons and some stolen Stark tech and wants to incinérer everyone that disagrees" Sam said, pronouncing the french words in the most ridiculous rendition french accent.
"This better be worth missing my dinner with Bruce," Natasha said without meeting anyone's gaze as she loaded her weapons and changed into new comms
ꪆৎ
You yawned for the nth time. It was almost 3am, and Bucky hadn't arrived yet. He was supposed to arrive hours ago and you were starting to grow worried. You had asked Stark if they had been handed another mission
"Not that I know of, either way, he's a grown man y/n. He can handle himself, and if the mission was extended, he wouldn't be stupid enough to get himself strangled by you just because he had forgotten to tell you, right?" He answered reassuringly... But that was almost 4 hours ago.
You opened your phone, 13 missed calls from your end, and 5 unanswered messages. You were starting to grow worried. This has been a recurring event recently. You were aware of the nature of his job since you've been the team's physician for god knows how long. You had always feared what they might encounter out there, him in particular cause you knew what he's gone through, even before you two were a thing. And since you started dating that fear grew a mind of its own and is now living rent-free in your mind.
"FRIDAY, can you please give me that ETA now?" You said, your words shaky as your lips quivered.
"Apologies doctor y/l/n, that information is inaccessible for security reasons."
"You do realize that I am their doctor, right?"
"Yes, but for security reasons, I cannot share that information with anyone. Not even Mr. Stark." Her Irish accent sounded too jolly for the situation at hand and it didn't make you feel any better.
Your mind raced through every possible scenario as you lay in bed. Hot tears rolled down your face and stained the pillows, and before you knew it, you'd already cried yourself asleep.
ꪆৎ
"ETA?" Barnes asked as soon as they got back on the bird, not caring about the warm red liquid trickling down his face and the iron like taste coating his tongue. Hell— none of it mattered as soon as he realized that he forgot to tell you that their mission had been extended.
"She'd kill you faster than that possible hemorrhage" Natasha joked but bucky simply looked at her unamused of her antics
"You actually forgot to tell her?"
"She's gonna beat your ass"
The two others added as if that would help.
Bucky knows that he has the worst memory, but not with you. Never when it came to you. He knew that you'd be worried beyond insanity if he forgot to send you a message or called you about this and it made him feel so nervous cause that's exactly what he had just done. He nearly winced as he thought of you shooting him the moment he set foot in the premises of the compound.
Yeah, you were shorter than him, but he was aware of how scary you can be. Like that one time someone called him names while you two were out on a date. The poor guy nearly begged the cops to keep him detained saying that jail was way better than knowing that a 5'0 foot tall woman who has the mouth of a trucker and the strength of an angry wrestler had promised to hunt him.
ꪆৎ
Muted patters and a ribbon of crimson trailed behind Bucky as he tried to run to your room as fast as he could. Goosebumps crawled on his skin as he noticed the silence of his footsteps. That was another thing that reminded him of the monster that used to hold his body and soul captive.
The door groaned and creaked as he opened it with care, not wanting to disturb you.
He sighed, finally feeling at ease as he saw your sleeping figure. That ease soon turned into guilt the moment he drew more attention to your tear-stained face.
The bed dipped and you also shifted when he sat on the bed beside you
"Asshole" your voice broke through before he could even say anything and he held your face in his hands
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've told you."
He slowly pressed his forehead against yours. Those icy blue gazes felt warmer as they bore into yours.
"You didn't even bother getting patched up at the clinic." Tears welled in your eyes as you noticed the visible wounds that framed his face.
"Holding you will always be a better cure doll," his lips felt warm as they left blood-stained kisses on your cheek, "plus your nurses down there are scary. They're pretty much pissed that I'm in and out of the clinic even without missions" he whispered and you hit him in the chest as a laugh escaped you
"Still an asshole"
"M'your asshole though" he whispered as he snuggled his face into your neck, enjoying the warmth of your presence. It was like two souls intertwining as their heartbeats reunite... And even fate knew that it had no right to take this away from them.
I am currently free from the chains of my 9-to-5. Should I start writing again? If yes, please choose a number between 1 and 50, cause I have at least 50 wips that I never got to finish because of my lack of time and I can't really choose which one to start writing. SEND HELP T-T
I am currently free from the chains of my 9-to-5. Should I start writing again? If yes, please choose a number between 1 and 50, cause I have at least 50 wips that I never got to finish because of my lack of time and I can't really choose which one to start writing. SEND HELP T-T
Bucky, can you tell us about one of the times you had to take care of poor, sick, pre-serum Steve? I'm fighting off the last of a virus and could use a good story.
look you guys. i dunno what the hell kinda history books youve been reading about pre-serum steve, but ‘poor sick’ steve was pretty much the literal devil.
i am not joking. he was pretty much the definition of ‘lead you right into temptation’ if you assume that what youre being tempted to do is get in so many fistfights.
so. many. i coulda really used a sickass robot arm back in the day, because my goodness did i do a lotta punching.
anyway, sick steve went through four stages, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, except he turned from a tiny angry man with the ability to breathe into a tiny angry man with the ability to pass out with zero warning. stage one was called ‘Im Not Sick, I Always Breathe Like This,’ and did indeed involve steve wheezing a lot. usually that was the first sign. but tiny steve had asthma, so sometimes he really did just breathe like that. at this stage, steve would insist that he was ‘fine, bucky, honestly stop glaring at my lungs. you cant even see them.’
the second stage was called ‘So Maybe I Might Be Sick But Im Still Fine Though,’ and pretty much came into play when steve stopped being able to get a whole word out without gasping in the middle. fun fact? steve’s eyebrows did not grow when he got the super serum, so if you think his angry face is bad now, just imagine allll that scowl packed into steve’s itty bitty please-punch-me starter face.
stage three was ‘If Im Dying Im Gonna Go Out The Way I Came In, Screaming And Covered In Blood’ which was the stage where steve, despite the fact that he was supposed to be in bed, would try to sneak out and go do things. this wouldnt be so bad if 1. he wasnt prone to just suddenly passing out when he was sick, or 2. had had any control at all over what came out of his mouth. that thing steve does where if youre doing something he objects to morally, he will 100% of the time come over and inform you that you should be expecting a punch in the near future? yeah. tiny steve did that too. luckily his brain-to-mouth filter was improved by the serum, or im pretty sure he’d have started fights with a lot more than 117 countries and literally every nazi ever. Anyways, he’d try and sneak out, and if he succeeded, he would almost always wind up picking a fight with somebody, because having bad luck and terrible impulse control is what steve do.
the final stage was called ‘Bucky I Promise I Wont Do Anything Stupid, Please Stop Sitting On Me,’ and it was the point at which i started ignoring everything he said until he could say a whole sentence in one breath.
