I've been in and out of the hospital and haven't been on Tumblr in about a month. Absolutely forgot I subscribed to this story after binge reading it at 3am, and honestly, it made my day to get a message saying this posted. Super good story so far!
Iâm so glad youâve enjoyed it, I know itâs been so so long since Iâve written for it and I do miss it đ
Summary: Set in Days of Future Past; Logan has lost everything, he has lost you. Heâs finally been sent back in time to change the future. How can he keep his head straight when he travels back and sees a younger you?
Word Count: 1.6k
Author Note: Reader has heightened strength and ages pretty much as slowly as Logan.
Hearing a knock at the door startled you; no one had come by in years. You shook your head slightly before walking over to the door and cracking it open, wanting to check who it was before you welcomed them with open arms.
âCan I help you..?â You questioned with a raised eyebrow, the attitude clearly shown in your tone.
The man gazed down at you, his lips parting as he sucked in a breath. You frowned as he watched you; feeling slightly uncomfortable by how focused he was on your features.
âHello..â you add, waving a hand in front of his face; causing him to snap out of it.
âUh.. hiâ he replies quickly, his face still showing surprise as he fights the urge to reach out to you.
âWhat- happened to the school?â He asks, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed deeply.
âItâs been shut for yearsâ you reply, still keeping the door only slightly open. âAre you a parent?â You add
âSure as hell hope notâ he chuckles, his eyes still fixated on you.
âWhereâs the Professor?â He questioned causing you to cock your head.
âWhat professor?â You ask, playing dumb.
His hand reaches in an attempt to open the door, but youâre quick to push back against it; youâre strength matching his.
âI know heâs here, I need to talk to himâ he attempts to explain. You can tell a part of him is holding back as he talks to you.
âHeâs busyâ you reply, pursing your lips; not trusting this guy.
Soon he pushes through the door, his strength finally winning as he walks past you.
âHey!â You yell before grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face you. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You question with a scowl on your face.
He grins as he looks over your face. âLook, my name is Loganâ he begins, âIâve been sent here to speak with Charles and although youâre incredibly gorgeous, youâre not gonna to stop meâ he finishes before turning around and heading up the staircase.
âDonât you walk away from meâ you reply angrily as you storm after him.
You stand in front of him quickly, blocking his way to Charlesâ office.
As Logan attempts to move past you, you bring your leg up; kicking him hard in the chest and sending him flying across the stairs into the opposing wall.
He hits the wall with a groan before dropping down; his legs quickly keeping him balanced. You stand tall, prepared to take him on before he smirks.
âItâs been a long time since youâve done thatâ he chuckles before coming back over to you. You tilt your head, confused by what he was saying. You sure as shit knew you hadnât met this guy before.
âYou ready to get the hell outta here?â You taunt.
âI donât want to hurt you, sweetheartâ he replies.
âI wouldnât worry about itâ you scoff as he continues to walk towards you.
You pulled your arm back before landing a blow to his chest, causing him to stumble. You step forward again, ready to launch another one when he grabs your fist with his hand; squeezing your knuckles. You prepare yourself to kick him again when youâre unfortunately interrupted.
âWhatâs going on here?â You hear Charles say as he walks around the corner. Logan drops your fist when he looks up.
âProfessor..?â Logan mutters.
âPlease donât call me that.â Charles replies quickly.
Your eyes flash between the two of them. âYou know this guy?â You question Charles.
âYeah, he looks- slightly familiarâ Charles says as he steps up beside you.
âYou can walk..â Logan acknowledges, his eyebrow raising.
âWell, arenât you perceptive?â Charles replies as he walks past you both and down the stairs. The two of you follow him quickly, although your eyes are focused on Logan.
âThis is private property..â Charles begins, turning to face Logan. âIâm going to have to ask you to leave.â
âIâm afraid I canât do that..â Logan replies.
âBecauseâ well, I was sent here for you.â
âYou can tell whoever it was that sent you, that Iâm busyâ Charles replies with a roll of his eyes.
âThatâs gonna be a little tricky..â Logan says, âsince the person who sent me⌠was youâ he adds.
You and Charles immediately exchange looks; youâre clearly give him the âthis guy is nutsâ look that he has seen so often.
âWhat..?â you ask, cocking your head at Logan.
âAbout 50 years from nowâ he adds as his eyes lock with yours. Every time he gazes at you.. his eyes soften.
â50 years from now..? What like the future?â Charles laughs.
âPiss offâ he adds with another chuckle, looking back over at you.
âIf you had your powers right now, youâd know I was telling the truthâ Logan states, his eyes moving back to Charles who was now sitting on the staircase in front of him.
âHow do you know I donât have my p-â Charles begins to question. âWho the hell are you?â He adds, growing frustrated.
âI told you. I know you, Charlesâ Logan replies, walking over to him. âWeâve been friends for years..â he says before looking over at you.
You were beginning to think he may be telling the truth.
âI know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started- all the voices in your headâ he says, tapping the side of his skull. âAnd it wasnât until you were 12 that you realised all the voices were in everyone elseâs.â He finishes.
A deep breath escapes you. How did he know this? You didnât even know this stuff about the Professor.
âAlright.. youâve peaked my interest. What do you want?â Charles asks cautiously.
âI need your help to stop Raven. We need your helpâ. Logan answers.
âWhat does Raven have to do with this..?â You ask in a soft tone, causing Loganâs attention to snap back to you.
âHer power becomes weaponisedâ he replies, taking in a breath.
He begins to explain what happens. How her actions lead to the downfall of all mutants. That these âmachinesâ begin to adapt to your abilities, hunting you down and taking you out one by one. As he remembers the people he has lost, his eyes fall on you; as though he is trying to memorise the features of your face, the freckles on your cheeksâŚ
The way he looks at you; you begin to feel that he truly does know you.
âEven if we do believe you..â Charles mutters, âRaven wonât listen to meâ he concludes.
You let out a huff as he finishes speaking. âExcuse me?â You question. âYou do know where he is, right?â you say and he nods.
Charles begins to chuckle to himself as his head hangs down. âHe is where he belongsâ he replies as he stands up and begin to walk out of the room.
âYouâre just gonna walk out?â Logan begins, âthe Professor I knew wouldnât give up on someone who lost their path. Especially someone he loved.â He adds.
You bite the inside of your cheek as he says this, thinking back on Charles and Erik.
âYou know.. I think Iâm beginning to remember you now. Tall, angry fellow with contentious hair..â Charles begins to reply, âwe came to you a long time ago, seeking your help.â He says as he steps closer to Logan.
âIâm gonna say to you, what you said to us thenâ he says quietly.
âFuck offâ
Loganâs hands reached out, grabbing the scuff of Charles shirt and pulling him towards him. You quickly step forward, your hand grabbing Loganâs arms and squeezing tightly.
Loganâs focus shifts to you for a moment, his jaw clenched before he lets go.
âListen to me you little shit..â Logan growls, towering over Charles. âIâve come along way, and watched a lot of people dieâ he adds, his eyes glancing over at you as the words leave his lips.
âIf you want to wallow in self pity, then youâre gonna watch the same thing. Understand?â He says firmly, keeping his eyes away from you as you step back from him; processing his words.
âWe all have to die sometimeâ Charles retorts before walking away.
Your head hands low as you let out a sigh before licking your bottom lip. You watch Charles leave the room before turning back to Logan.
âHeâs going through a tough timeâ you speak quietly, grabbing his attention.
âIâll speak with himâ you add with a gentle tone.
Logan lets out a breath before nodding, accepting that you speaking with him might be the better option. His hands rest on his hips as he takes you in.
âYou know⌠itâs really good to see youâ he finally says, acknowledging the fact that he has missed you for a long time now.
âIâm guessing weâre best pals in the future, huh?â You reply with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.
âSomething like thatâ he replies with a gentle tone.
âIâm sorry about⌠what youâve been through..â you say, clenching your jaw as you finish speaking.
âYeah.. me tooâ he mumbles quietly. He had never had to fight this hard to not reach out to you, to not pull you into his chest and never let you go.
Holding himself together felt nearly impossible. The only thing that was holding him together was the possibility that at the end of all of this, maybe youâd live. Maybe he would feel whole again.
You feel your heart cracking open as you stare up at him. There was something about him. Something that you trusted for some strange reason you could not explain.
âWell⌠letâs do something about itâ you beam, doing your best to lighten the mood.
His lips crack into a smile as you speak. Seeing you like this; seeing you so full of light⌠he wouldnât lose you. Not this time.
Summary: Logan had arrived at the X Mansion only a few days ago, finding it difficult to adjust. One night when he canât fall asleep, he finds you awake in the kitchen and strikes up a conversation.
Word Count: 1.1k
Author Note: just a quick drabble because we need more Logan fics
Being a night owl was just something you were born with at this stage. You were always the last one awake in the X-Mansion; and as usual, you were hungry. This lead to you, awake at 3am, sitting at the kitchen bench enjoying a bowl of ramen.
You let out a satisfied moan after you took your first bite; god, this always hits the spot.
Your attention is pulled away from the meal when you hear a soft chuckle coming by the kitchen entrance. When your eyes snap up, youâre taken back by the tall figure standing across from you.
You quickly swallow the mouth full of noodles before speaking âyouâre Logan.. right? The new guy?â.
âThatâs meâ he responds as he opens the fridge.
âIs there any beer âround here?â He huffs as his eyes gaze the shelves.
âUnfortunately no.â You respond with a smirk. âI guess itâs deemed inappropriate for alcohol to be served at a schoolâ you add with a slight grin.
His shoulders move faintly as he chuckles to himself before grabbing a coke instead. He turns around now, leaning on the bench across from you.
âIâm Y/N by the wayâ you say, figuring you should introduce yourself.
âRightâ he says. âI saw you in the hall earlier todayâ he adds as he eyes look over the features of your face.
âHow are you managing?â You ask with a gentle smile.
âItâs an adjustment, to say the leastâ he responds after a beat.
âYouâll get used to itâ you reply quickly with a chuckle.
âYou a professor here or something?â He asks, keeping all of his attention on you.
âOr somethingâ you reply with a smile.
âI just stop by once in a while, make sure the place hasnât burnt downâ you add, causing him to grin.
âHow long are you staying for?â He questions.
Your eyes lock with his and your lips crack into a smile, âI havenât decided yetâ you reply.
He nods as you speak, clearly thinking as he watches you. You continue to eat your food, sitting in silence together for a moment whilst he drinks.
âYou always hungry this late?â He questions, as though he is slightly teasing you.
âUsually, yes.â You reply before taking a bite; closing your eyes as you enjoy it.
âItâs the perfect time for a meal if you ask meâ you add.
âOh yeah, whyâs that?â He asks with a small grin.
âThereâs no one else in the kitchenâ you reply, âusuallyâ you continue with a small smile.
âSo what, youâre a bit of a loner then?â He questions with a grin.
âMaybe I amâ you reply, your gaze softening as you continue to speak with him.
âNot all of us can be a social butterfly like yourselfâ you joke, already aware of his stoic reputation around the mansion.
This causes a laugh to escape his lips.
When youâve finally finished eating, you let out a satisfied sigh before walking over to the sink; cleaning the dish and placing it in the drying rack. You turn around after, your hands leaning on the bench behind you as you look over at Logan.
âYou know, if you ever feeling like getting out of here for a break..â you begin to say, âScott keeps his motorbike out frontâ you finish with a grin.
âNotedâ he replies, returning your smile.
You walk behind him now, ready to walk out of the kitchen for the night when his arm reaches out quickly to stop you. Your eyes shoot back at him, confused by what he was doing.
âWait-â he says before getting up, standing between you and the door.
Before you have time to think, Logan is pushing you back further behind him before men with guns storm into the room.
You feel yourself drop to the floor as the guns fire; hitting Logan multiple times. You hear yourself gasp as you watch; unable to do much with your limited abilities.
Logan stays standing as the bullets hit him; his body already pushing them out of his skin as he begins to heal. He reveals his claws before launching at the men; immediately landing a blow to one of theirs chests. You keep your head ducked behind the bench as you listen to the other men drop down to the ground. Soon when it all goes quiet, you begin to hear your own heart pounding in your chest.
Logan turns around soon after, rushing over to you. He kneels down, his hand reaching out to your shoulder. âYou alright?â He asks as his eyes rapidly look you over, checking for injuries.
You nod quickly, breathing fast as you stare back at him. âHoly shit..â you mutter as you try to calm yourself down.
He uses his strength to stand you up, still holding onto you until heâs sure youâre balanced.
âDonât pass out on meâ he says with a comforting smirk.
âIâll do my bestâ you reply as he begins to walk to the kitchen door.
âStay behind meâ he directs as you move out into the hall.
Some students walk out into the hall and you quickly tell them to get back to their rooms and shut the door. Logan is listening out to see if there are any more intruders; his heightened senses giving him an advantage.
He approaches a corner and stops; beginning to bend his knees as he lowers. Within seconds, a man comes around the corner. Loganâs claws shoot out from his knuckles before he punches down into the manâs foot, causing him to scream in pain before Logan jumped back up, slamming his fist into the manâs chest.
The man drops to the floor and Loganâs eyes are back on you as you stick close by.
âI canât hear anyone elseâ he says, noting that this must be the last of them.
Soon Scott comes rushing around the corner. âIs everyone okay?â He yells out, catching your attention.
âWeâre goodâ you reply loud enough for him to hear. He nods as he continues down the hall, checking in on the students to make sure they were safe.
Your eyes lock with Logan after Scott leaves.
âThat was impressiveâ you say, complimenting his skills.
âThanksâ he grumbles before shooting you a grin.
His eyes stayed glued to you as you walked away, checking in with the students now coming out into the hall. Maybe he could get used to this place after all.
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: You were on the run from SHIELD. When Bucky and Sam find you, will they turn you over, or will they help you?
Word Count: 2.3k
The cold night air grazed the faint hairs on your skin; causing shivers through your body. âThis is so stupidâ you mumble to yourself as you move through the dark corridor. Running from SHIELD was certainly not on your to do list for the week and yet here you were; accused of murdering one of their agents.
Your feet were light on the ground; after youâd lost the agents coming after you, you figured you were in the clear but better safe than sorry. You continued to make your way through this abandoned warehouse, your eyes struggling to adjust to the light.
Soon you heard a shuffle behind you, causing you to holt to a stop. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kept your head facing forward.
âIâm not gonna hurt youâ the voice said from a few feet behind. You turned around slowly, carefully.
Your eyes locked in on him as you turned; you cocked your head as you realised who it was. The Winter Soldier⌠well, ex- Winter Soldier from what you heard on TV.
His eyes focused in on you as you stepped back, looking around for a way out of this.
âI didnât kill any agentsâ you said quickly, somewhat panicked.
âYea I figuredâ he replied as he looked you over. âYou donât look like the murderous typeâ he added with a huff.
A deep breath escaped you as you sighed in relief, finally someone didnât believe this crap.
âButâ he said as he stepped forward, âyou do know somethingâ.
âI donâtâ you answered quickly, keeping your hands out. You continued to back away until your shoulders hit the concrete wall behind you.
Within a few seconds, The Falcon was running around the corner; stepping beside Bucky. It was enough seeing one superhero, and now you had to deal with two? Great.
âJust come with usâ Sam Wilson said, keeping his voice calm in an attempt to make you feel comfortable.
You realised then that to the left of you, there was an open space between piles of crates. Might as well take your chances.
You bolted.
Weaving through the wooden planks and out into the wide warehouse. It was huge with no place to hide. You headed for the door on the opposite side as Bucky and Sam went after you. It didnât take long before a hand caught your arm; pulling you back.
The force came so quickly, you thought you might go flying. Buckyâs hands held your arms down as you struggled, attempting to pull yourself away from him.
âTake it easyâ he said calmly, as though keeping you still was no effort to him whatsoever.
âLet go of me!â You yelled as you continued to push and kick at him. His metal arm wrapped around you, holding you still.
âYouâre gonna hurt yourself if you keep that up, sweetheartâ he exclaimed before you finally began to calm down. You had no chance against him, that much was clear.
âWeâre not going to hand you over to SHIELD. Not yetâ Sam said as he stepped in front of you. His eyes looked over to Bucky, gesturing for him to let you go.
Buckyâs arms dropped away slowly and you stepped away from him, with a scowl on your face. Bucky sighed as he stood where he was.
Your eyes looked back at Sam now as your mind raced. As far as you knew, these men worked for SHIELD.
âWhat do you want then?â You questioned before clenching your jaw in frustration.
âWe want you to tell us whatâs really going onâ he answered.
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ you replied quietly.
âI think you doâ he answered.
âYou might not have killed an agent, but you know more than youâre leading onâ he added as his eyes scanned your face.
You looked away now, taking in a few breaths; contemplating. You werenât exactly a fan of these superhero guys; how could you really trust them not to turn you over?
Whilst you were too busy thinking to yourself, SHIELD agents burst in through the doors; their guns raised and aimed at you.
Your arms immediately rose, praying to god they would not fire. Sam and Bucky looked at each other, clearly shocked as the agents grabbed you. You were roughly hauled to the ground as handcuffs were placed on your wrists behind your back.
âHey. Easyâ Bucky said as he walked over with his hand out.
âYouâre under arrestâ the agent announced to you, ignoring Buckyâs words before he lifted you back to your feet.
Agents were swarming you, keeping Sam and Bucky out of your line of sight as they drew you away. You were screwed now.
-
It had been hours since you arrived here; sat in the middle of a small white room with your hands cuffed on the table in front of you. No one had spoken to you since you were thrown in here. Your head rested down against your arms whilst you focused on breathing slowly, staying calm. Should you ask for a lawyer? Does SHIELD even allow lawyers? You sighed⌠this was a mess.
Time continued to pass until the door swung open; causing your eyes to snap up.
âShitâ you mumbled to yourself once you recognised it was Sam and Bucky walking into the room. They sat down across from you, their eyes locked in on you.
You pulled yourself up in your seat, trying your best to remain brave despite the fact that you were losing your mind with each passing second.
âYou ready to talk to us?â Sam said carefully.
You pursed your lips before speaking âSo much for not handing me into SHIELDâ you retorted causing Bucky to look down as he smirked to himself.
Your eyes shot daggers at him as your attention turned over to himself instead of Sam. âWhatâs so funny?â You questioned.
âNothingâ he replied, throwing his hands up. You sighed as you looked back over to Sam.
âWhy donât you just tell us your side of the story?â He asked with a gentle tone.
âMy side?â You questioned. âMy side is- I didnât kill anyoneâ you answered firmly.
âThen tell us who didâ Sam said causing you to stop, processing your thoughts.
âWhat makes you think Iâd know something like that?â You asked, feeling your heart rate pick up.
Bucky looked over at Sam now as they exchanged looks.
âWhy else would you run?â Sam returned .
Your jaw clenched as he spoke. You needed to keep your mouth shut. No one could know what you had seen. Theyâd kill you. Sam and Bucky noticed your refusal to speak.
âWe can keep you safeâ Sam said, almost as though he was reading your mind.
âI donât need your helpâ you replied quickly as your eyes darted between the two of them.
Bucky leaned forward now, his hands on the table as his eyes locked with yours.
âWho are you really running from?â He questioned.
You avoided his eyes, gulping. Your hands now rested in your lap, you wished you could crawl inside yourself and disappear.
âNo oneâ you replied quietly, trying to push away the flood of memories attempting to appear. Their screams echoed in your mind as you shook your head.
âLet us help youâ he said, wishing you would trust his words.
âWhat are you two doing in here?â An agent yelled as he stormed into the room; his eyes locked on Sam and Bucky.
Bucky let out a sigh as Sam stood up, facing the agent. âWe just needed to ask a few questionsâ he answered.
âOn what authority?â The agent questioned.
Buckyâs eyes were on you as Sam went back and forth with the SHIELD agent. Soon the agent was kicking them out of the room. You didnât spare them a glance as they left, hoping you would not have to speak to them again.
-
Hours passed when you were finally dragged into a cell; the concrete walls surrounding you. This place looked as though it was fit to hold the Hulk and yet here you were, deemed to be such a threat. You rolled your eyes at the thought.
You laid down on the flimsy mattress; you back feeling the metal bars beneath it. The darkness swallowed you whole as you thought you could hear your own heart pounding in your chest.
The small ceiling loomed over you, enclosing you in this small space. You figured at least this was the safest place you could be. It wasnât long before you drifted off, the exhaustion taking over.
-
You woke to the sound of gunshots, causing you to shoot up. What the hell? You whispered to yourself as you stood up. Through the small glass panel in the door, you could see men running with weapons drawn. You immediately ducked down, hoping to stay out of sight.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ you chanted as you moved back. This canât be good.
As the gunfire continued, you saw blood splattered on the glass of the door. You felt your stomach drop.
The door flew open as men rushed in. These were no SHIELD agents. A manâs hand wrapped tightly around your bicep; hauling you to your feet. You winced in pain at his grip; trying to pull yourself away. As you were walking out; he shoved you against the doorframe, inflicting pain as you moved. You couldnât help the groan the escaped you.
The men split up, two of them moving with you whilst the others went the other way. SHIELD agents came running around the corner, but were quickly taken down. The man holding you still managed to fire with insane accuracy.
You continued down the hall, reaching the corner when suddenly the two men with you were pulled away. You felt yourself fall to the ground; keeping your head low. Your hands covered your face as you heard the guns going off.
A gun landed on the ground in front of you, causing you to gasp before you were lifted from the ground.
âCome with me!â A voice said from behind you. You turned around quickly to see Bucky standing before you. This time instead of arguing, you nodded quickly.
Buckyâs hand quickly grabbed yours as he guided you through the hall; you realised soon that he was aiming to get out of the building.
He held you behind him as men came into the haul. You watched as he took each of them down easily, barely breaking a sweat.
âWhat the f-â you began to say before he tugged at your hand, continuing to move until you reached a stairwell. He looked over the railing to check for more men before you began to run down the steps.
You realised your fitness could use some improvement as you reached the bottom; yours lungs felt as though they were going to collapse. Watching Bucky move so easily made you curse him in your head.
Bucky pulled you out of the building and continued running until he approached a motorbike in the underground car park.
âGet on!â He yelled as he jumped on, urging you to get on the back.
âOh god-â you muttered before climbing on behind him; your arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
Within seconds, he took off; hearing the yelp that came out of as he accelerated. He took off into the streets as the sound of gunshots finally began to fade off into the distance. He noticed at no point did your grip loosen. If he was a normal man, he thought you would have suffocated him by now.
After what felt like a lifetime; he pulled into another underground parking lot. He turned off the ignition when he came to a stop and noticed your grip was still tight.
âYouâre okay nowâ he said as he looked over his shoulder. You felt yourself breathing quickly; the adrenaline rushing through your veins.
âI think- Iâm going to have- a heart attackâ you panted. You felt him chuckle under your hold.
You eventually loosened your grip before he stepped off the bike. His arm wrapped around you gently as he guided you off. He began walking towards another door and you followed close behind. Your eyes looked up at you walked in the door.
âMore stepsâ you sighed, not noticing Buckyâs small smile as you walked up each level.
When you reached the top, he lead you to a loft and let you walk in first. Your eyes widened, this place was huge. Buckyâs eyes were on you as you looked around with your lips parted, taking it all in.
âSam should be here soonâ Bucky announced as he walked over to the kitchen bench. You moved over past the couch; looking out the large window which gave a wide view of the city below.
You nodded as he spoke, not entirely processing what he was saying. He eventually walked over to you, his gaze softening.
âSo⌠youâre not turning me over to SHIELD?â You asked softly before glancing over at him.
Despite his height and muscular frame (and the fact that youâd seen him take down several men with relative ease), he felt non-threatening.
âNoâ he answered plainly.
Your eyes traced the features of his face; why did it take you so long to notice how handsome he was? You shook your head slightly at your thought. Pull yourself together.
âBut I think itâs time you talkâ he added before letting out a breath. His voice wasnât as stern as before; but you could tell he was serious.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you debated the issue with yourself.
âI canâtâ you answered anxiously, your eyes looking down at your fingers.
He took a step forward, only standing a few feet from you. âIâm not gonna let anything happen to youâ he said, matter-of-factly.
Your eyes shot up, staring into his.
âI donât want anyone else to get hurtâ you murmured before letting out a deep breath.
âThen let us help youâ he replied.
Maybe you could trust him. Maybe you couldnât. Right now, the best way to survive, is with him.
Bucky Barnes x Reader, The Winter Soldier x Reader
Summary: Set during the end of âCaptain America: The Winter Soldierâ. You had been forced to work as a nurse for Hydraâs soldiers, you never expected The Winter Soldier to be one of them. What happens when he starts to care about you?
Word Count: 1.3k
Soldiers gripped your arm tightly, dragging you through the corridor and into an open room. Your eyes immediately found Bucky sitting back in the chair in the middle; guards standing all around him with their weapons drawn. His eyes followed you as you were pulled in.
The soldiers pushed you over to Pierce and held you still as you struggled, attempting to break free from them grasp.
âHeâs not listening to us.â Pierce says firmly before looming over you, his breath grazing your cheeks.
âI know you two have⌠a connectionâ he says with a scowl. âGet him to listen to us, or.. watch me break himâ
You let out a deep breath as your eyes darken. You glance over at Bucky to see his head facing down to the ground; youâd never seen him like this before. When Hydra forced you to work as a nurse for his soldiers, youâd never thought The Winter Soldier would be one of them.
âGet everyone outâ you demand, wanting to be left alone with him. Pierce raises a hand and the soldiers let go of you before leaving the room.
âYou tooâ you say to Pierce as you stare him down. You werenât afraid to make it known how much you hated him. Pierce looked you over as he licked his bottom lip. âYou have 10 minutesâ he growled before storming out of the room.
Within seconds youâre moving over to the Bucky, crouching down in front of him in hopes to get his attention. His eyes flicker up to yours as he scans your face. His memory was wiped so often, he could barely recognise who you were.
âAre you alright..?â You asked softly, careful to not alarm him.
His eyes continued looking you over, taking in your features as he listened to your words; your voice growing familiar.
âWhat is it..?â You asked softly, almost whispering.
His chest rose and fell as he breathed in slowly.
âThere was a man..â he said quietly âon the bridge. I knew himâ he added before looking up at you.
Your chest ached as he spoke; Hydra had taken so much away from him. Although he was slipping through the cracks; you knew they would push him back into submission. You sighed as he finished speaking, wishing you could do more to help him.
âHe called me.. Buckyâ he continued as he looked into your eyes.
âThatâs my name.. isnât it?â He asks with a gentle tone. All you could do was nod in response; youâd seen enough of his file to know the basic details about him. About what Hydra had turned him into.
His head hung low, his mind racing with memories he could not understand. You wanted to reach out, to somehow console him. You couldnât pull your eyes away from him; it pained you to see him like this. Your hand reached out to move the strands of hair from his face. His eyes were focused, watching you but not pulling away from your touch.
âThey- they will keep hurting youâ you say softly. You hated what Hydra had done; but who knew what would happen to him if he fought them back on this. âI donât.. know how to help youâ you added quietly, your eyes falling to the floor as they grew teary.
Buckyâs eyes followed your movement, almost as though he was studying you. He couldnât understand your care for him. He couldnât remember the last time anyone did care for him.
Pierce and his men burst through the door, rushing over to you. His men pulled you up from the ground, their hands gripping your arms tightly causing you to wince in pain. Buckyâs eyes were glued on you as he fought the urge to stand up.
Pierce pressed a gun to your head as his eyes stayed on Bucky.
âAre you ready to comply?â He said, cocking his head as he finished speaking.
Bucky took in a deep breath and nodded before two soldiers pushed him back into his seat. The soldier on you pulled you out of the room; the last thing you heard were Buckyâs pained screams.
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Your eyes were glued to the TV, watching it all unfold. Watching Hydra finally being exposed. You couldnât believe it. The news had reported signs of âThe Winter Soldierâ and âCaptain Americaâ involved. Watching all the explosions on the screen caused you to cry. You knew he must be dead.
As the hours passed, you finally managed to leave your apartment. You needed to get some food and clear your mind. Youâd clearly just lost your forced job for Hydra.. but what the hell were you supposed to do now.
When you returned to your apartment, you opened the door and reached for the light with one hand whilst you held a bag of food in the other.
A figure stood in the corner of the lounge causing your heart to feel as though it had stopped in your chest. You let out a gasp before stepping back against the door. You squinted your eyes as your vision began to focus.
âBuckyâŚâ you whispered as you stepped forward.
âDonâtâ he replied quickly. âDonât get too closeâ he added.
You stopped in your tracks and your heart pounded in your chest. Your eyes scanned his features. His face had been wounded from what you could see. You couldnât believe he survived.
âYouâre hurt..â you say quietly, trying to make him feel comfortable as you spoke.
âIâm fineâ he answers quickly.
You place the food down on the table in front of you, moving slowly. You watch each other carefully.
âWould you like something to eat?â You offer with a soft smile, trying your best to break the tension. You can see him contemplating, his mind appears to be racing. His eyes are scanning your features, as though he is unsure if he can trust you.
Eventually, he nods and steps forward. You place a container of food down in front of him; he eats slowly and carefully. You canât help but watch him, wondering when was the last time he ate a genuine meal. When the two of you finished eating, he stood back again.
âCan I see your wound..? Pleaseâ you asked gently, referring to the cut on his cheekbone.
His eyes looked down to the ground as you finished speaking. After a few seconds he gave you a small nod; putting his trust in you. You quickly grabbed some supplies and pulled a stool out for him. You ask him to sit and he did.
As you cleaned up his wound, his eyes followed you; focusing on your movements. He was analysing you, dissecting you. You could see the confusion in his eyes as you worked carefully; gently. âWhen was the last time someone treated him with genuine care?â You thought to yourself.
Eventually you stepped back, looking over his face. âThat should do itâ you said with a gentle smile as he locked eyes with you. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak but he soon shut them.
âIf you want, you can use my shower?â You began to say. âI donât exactly have anything.. your size. But I could get someâ you add with a soft chuckle.
His eyes darted back and forth, debating on his next move. He didnât truly know why he had come here in the first place.
He nodded again, accepting your offer.
You smiled at him; he noticed the way your eyes sparkled from the overhead light. You walked him over to the bathroom, showing him where everything was.
âTake as long as you needâ you said quietly. He turned back towards you, looming over you and yet you knew he was no threat.
He shut the door behind him, leaving you out in the hall. He could not understand what was happening; all these memories were coming back to haunt him. For now, he at least knew that he could trust you. That you would not hurt him. He would hold onto that thought, and get through the night.
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Summary: Youâve been sent back in time, landing in 1919 in Birmingham. Youâre busy trying to survive when Thomas Shelby approaches you in a bar.
Word Count: 1k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
âI will get you away from hereâ Tommy said before standing up, facing away from you as he spoke.
âI will take you back to London.. where youâll be safeâ he finished, letting out a deep breath as he finished his sentence.
Your mind raced. This is what you wanted. A chance to go back to your own time. A chance to be safe. But your heart was breaking in your chest.
Looking up at Tommy, you knew what you felt for him wasnât some passing feeling. Leaving him would feel as through you were being torn in half. Ripped between your old life and the possibility of an overwhelming love.
âI canât leaveâ you replied, almost too quickly as though you were afraid he would disappear right here in this moment.
He turned to face you, his eyes scanning your face as though he were desperately trying to hold onto the image of you.
âYou need to tell me what youâve gotten yourself into, loveâ he said quietly, trying not to push you but knowing he couldnât protect you from something he did not understand.
Your eyes were beginning to well up before you were able to look up at him.
âYou wonât believe meâ you mumbled, trying to hide away your tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.
Thomas walked forward, kneeling down in front of you before he raised a hand to your chin. He lifted it softly, forcing you to look at him.
âIâve seen many things, love. Tell meâ he said softly; still making it clear that you were to either tell him or lose him.
So you told him. You told him everything. How you got to this time in the first place, how you were given a job, how you had no papers and no identity to prove. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you spoke between tears, knowing this was it. Knowing he was going to cast you away for being a lunatic. As the words came out, even you didnât believe them. No one would believe something like this in your own time let alone here in the early 1900âs. The pain in your chest grew stronger, realising that this time with Thomas was coming to an end. You knew this would come eventually, but for some reason you just didnât think it would be so soon.
Thomas did not once interrupt you, his face remained calm and unfazed as you spoke. His lack of emotion caused an overwhelming anxiety to creep all over your body. You wished he would be as surprised as you were when this all happened in the first place.
You eventually ran out of things to say, realising that so many of your words came out in a ramble. Thomas looked over your face carefully, taking in your features and expressions.
He was quiet for what felt like a very long time after you had finally finished speaking. The urge to rush him into speaking was overwhelming, but you knew you could not push him.
His breaths were slow whilst he contemplated his next steps.
âCome with meâ he said gently before standing up and holding a hand out to you.
You frowned at his response, yet you still reached out to him; trying to ignore the immediate sense you relief as your fingers slid along the palm of his hand.
Everything felt blurry as he guided you through the house and out to a car. He got into the drivers seat after opening the passenger side to you.
He was quiet while he drove. It wasnât the comfortable quiet you could share together, it was different. You felt as though there was nothing else you could say.
The road opened up to wide grasslands, allowing the cold wind to send shivers through your body. You gazed up at the sky, the same sky you would look at 100 years from now and yet it seemed so different.
At times, this still felt like a fever dream. As though any second now you were going to wake up; ripped away from Tommyâs grasp.
You noticed another town in the distance; buildings were becoming clearer and familiar to you as you approached. You eyes glanced over at Thomas, wishing he would gaze back at you. Wishing he could give you some kind of comfort. You desperately wished to crawl inside his brain and know what it is that he was thinking, how he felt about this, about you.
The vehicle soon drove into town, following the cobblestone road as people stepped out of the way. It wasnât long until Tommy approached a building, one which was all to familiar.
âTommy what are you doing?â You panicked, looking up at the bricks before you.
âIâm taking you home, loveâ He replied, avoiding your eyes as he kept his face forward.
Your breath quickened as you looked up. Here you were. In the place you had always wanted to return to. You could forget everything and return to your old life.
You slowly opened the door before stepping out onto the side path; leaving you face to face with the biggest decision of your life.
Before you could step forward, you turned around; watching Thomas. His face was turned away, unable to watch you as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.
His body worked as a magnet, pulling you towards him. How could this dangerous man cause such an ache in your chest. You didnât belong here, that much you knew. But how could you feel this way for a man you were never meant to know. Your paths were never meant to cross and yet here you were.
You stood between Thomas and the opportunity to return home. This was it.
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