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Masterlist

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Part 1]

[Chapters 1-26)

[Part 2]

(Chapters 27-65)

[Part 3]

(Chapters 66-95)

[Part 4] - Ongoing

96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 113

Unfinished Business

Loki’s chambers were lavish in a way that made Y/N want to be sick. It was an extravagant prison, just as golden and false as the persona he had been putting on. The moment the doors shut behind them, she turned on him.

“What the hell was that?” she snapped, shaking off the remnants of his intervention.

Loki sighed, as if her anger bored him. He sauntered toward the nearby drink cart, pouring himself a glass of whatever glowing liquor he had been indulging in all night.

“Care to be more specific?” he drawled lazily.

“You didn’t have to humiliate me like that,” she shot back, her fists clenched at her sides. “I don’t need your help—especially not like that.”

Loki smirked, taking a slow sip of his drink before tilting his head at her. “And yet, here you are, unshackled and unharmed.” His gaze darkened, voice dropping lower. “I suppose you would have preferred to be thrown to the wolves?”

Y/N exhaled sharply, hating the way his words made sense even when she didn’t want them to.

“That’s not the point, Loki!” she said, stepping forward, her chest rising and falling with frustration. “You could have done something else. You didn’t have to make a spectacle of it. You didn’t have to—”

He cut her off smoothly. “You overestimate my options.”

She glared at him.

Loki didn’t apologize. He never did. But something in the way he held himself—too tense, too controlled—told her he knew what he had done.

“Care for a drink?” he asked lightly, a sly curve to his lips as he gestured toward a spread of cosmic liquor—of questionable origin, though she didn’t dare ask.

“No.” The word left her lips too quickly. Her eyes dipped, just for a heartbeat, toward her stomach.

If Loki noticed, he gave no sign. “Curious… you’ve never been one to refuse a drink. Especially now, when the circumstances are… shall we say, less than ideal.”

“Things change,” she replied, the bite in her voice sharp enough to cut.

“Yes,” he said, and this time his tone cooled, losing its veneer of amusement. “They do.”

Y/N let out a breath, shaking her head. “You don’t get to do this.” Her voice wavered, but her anger held strong. “You don’t get to waltz in, play the hero in your own twisted way, and expect me to just accept it.”

Loki’s jaw tightened. “And you don’t get to act like you’re the only one who has been wronged.”

She let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, please. Are we really doing this?”

“You left me." Loki said, stepping toward her. His voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it. “For months. While I was watching you, I saw what you did for them.”

She stiffened. “You were watching me?”

“Of course I was,” Loki muttered, rolling his eyes. “For a time. You made it hard not to notice, running across the world with Rogers and… Barnes like some kind of noble outlaw.”

There it was. That hint of something sharper. Something jealous.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “And what exactly was I supposed to do, Loki? Sit around waiting for you to change? To undo what you did? I trusted you, and you let me believe your cryptic acts, the sneaking away wasn't for pure selfishness and evil. You lied. You chose to lie.”

His gaze flickered, something unreadable passing through it. But then he smirked, the mask slipping back on. “And yet, it seems you moved on just fine.”

Her breath caught, fury boiling up inside her. “That is not what happened.”

“Isn’t it?” Loki drawled, circling her with the lazy precision of a predator who knows the kill is inevitable. “I saw you—oh, you do play the hero so well. Guarding Barnes as though he were some prized relic only you could keep from harm.”

The mockery in his tone was as smooth as silk, but the jealousy beneath it burned hot. “He was yours once, wasn’t he?” His eyes narrowed, the gleam in them far from friendly. “Of course. Cast me aside for my so-called unforgivable act, only to go waltzing back into the warm little tragedy you shared with him.”

The words landed like blades, each one honed to draw blood.

Y/N’s nails dug into her palms. “You don’t get to judge me. Not when you spent months playing king.”

Loki let out a short, mirthless laugh through his nose. “Oh, I expected nothing from you, darling… least of all understanding.”

Her heart twisted. She had tried to understand. She had tried to love him despite all the ways he made it impossible. She thought he had changed, but here we was speaking exactly like he did when she met him in Stuttgart. 

Loki was staring at her now, eyes narrowed as if he was searching for something. A change. A shift.

“You’re different,” he murmured suddenly.

Y/N stilled. “What?”

He tilted his head, studying her. “Something about you. It’s…” His lips pressed together before he could finish his sentence. “You feel different.”

A bolt of panic struck through her. He can’t know. Not yet.

She forced out a breath, squaring her shoulders. “I spent two months on the run—grieving a love I’d already lost—holed up in a shack on some windswept Norwegian cliff while you… lounged about, watching plays and popping grapes into your mouth.” Her eyes narrowed, voice like glass about to shatter. “Maybe that’s the difference.”

Loki didn’t look convinced, but he let it go.

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension—unresolved anger, lingering emotions, unspoken truths.

Then, after a long pause, he spoke again.

“You disappeared after that,” Loki said, his voice quieter now. “After your little fugitive act. I lost track of you.” He glanced at her, something unreadable in his gaze. “You hid well.”

She hesitated, hearing something… familiar in his voice.

“You almost sound impressed,” she muttered.

Loki smirked, but there was no cruelty in it. “Well, you are remarkably difficult to find. I suppose I should have expected as much.” He tilted his head. “Reminds me of someone.”

Y/N swallowed hard. She didn't want to admit she was anything like him.

She didn’t want to talk about this anymore. About him watching her. About what had changed. About what she was hiding.

She took a step back, exhaling sharply. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. None of it does.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“No,” she said firmly. “Because tomorrow, I’m getting thrown into a fight you failed to get me out of.”

He frowned, his expression darkening. “Y/N—”

But she was already moving toward the door.

“I should be training,” she muttered. “I should be preparing, not wasting my time arguing with you.”

Loki took a breath as if he was going to stop her, but he didn’t. He could stop her, he had the power to with the obedience disc clinging to her neck. But he just stood there, watching her leave.

The door slammed behind her, and he drew in a slow, measured breath, fingers dragging through his hair as if that could untangle the thoughts in his head.

Y/N strode down the corridor, one hand flying to her mouth to smother the sobs threatening to break free, her chest tight, breath ragged. Instinctively, her palm pressed against the faint swell of her stomach.

They needed to breathe.

Because damn it all—though tarnished and fractured, buried beneath layers of betrayal and deceit—there was still the ghost of the love they once shared, flickering stubbornly in the dark.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 112

Stranded in a Cosmic Wasteland

The fall was disorienting. One moment, Y/N had been standing in the Bifröst, bracing for a fight against Hela, and the next, she was plummeting through a swirling vortex of light and chaos. It felt endless—until it wasn’t.

She hit the ground hard, rolling over rough terrain. The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and decay. She groaned, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, dust and grime clinging to her skin. When she glanced around, her stomach dropped.

She had landed in what could only be described as a cosmic landfill. Towering heaps of scrap metal, broken ships, and unidentifiable alien wreckage stretched as far as the eye could see. Strange neon lights flickered in the distance, and the sky above was a swirling mess of purple and blue.

A dull ache throbbed in her abdomen, and panic surged through her. The baby.

Instinctively, she placed a hand over the slight swell of her stomach. She closed her eyes, focusing inward, feeling for that presence. It was faint, but it was there—strong, resilient. Alive. A shaky breath of relief escaped her lips.

That moment of reprieve didn’t last long.

A rustling sound from behind sent her senses into high alert. Before she could turn, shadows loomed over her. Figures emerged from the wreckage—grimy, scarred, and armed.

“New one,” one of them sneered, stepping forward. “Good condition. She’ll fetch a price.”

Y/N tried to teleport away, instincts kicking in. But she felt something sting the back of her neck, and then. Nothing. It was as if her powers had been severed. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

Before she could process it further, pain exploded at the base of her skull.

Then, darkness.

A dull throbbing in her head dragged Y/N back to consciousness. She inhaled sharply, blinking as dim, artificial light came into focus.

She was lying on the floor of a curved metallic corridor. The walls shimmered with an odd, almost organic glow. The scent of metal and something vaguely sweet filled the air.

Then, a soft yet unmistakably rough voice spoke.

“Hey, new girl. How ya doing?”

She turned her head. Standing nearby was a towering figure—made entirely of rock. He waved a hand at her, his demeanor strangely gentle for someone so large.

“I’m Korg.” He gestured to the creature beside him, a purple alien with sharp blades for hands. “And this is Meek.”

The alien gave a little wave with its knife-like appendages.

Y/N sat up slowly, groaning as her body protested. “Where… where am I?”

Korg offered her a sympathetic smile. “Sakaar, mate. Grandmaster’s world. We’re kinda trapped here. Well, definitely trapped. Can’t leave, can’t escape, can’t even use magic if you've got it.”

Her stomach dropped. That explained why she hadn’t been able to get away earlier. She felt to her neck where the sting was, and a circular disc was now placed there. She groaned in frustration. 

She instinctively placed a hand over her stomach again, ensuring her baby was unharmed. Korg’s gaze flickered to the movement, his rocky face creasing in concern but he said nothing.

Y/N exhaled, forcing herself to focus. “And what happens now?”

“Well,” Korg said, rocking on his heels. “Sooner or later, they’re gonna make you fight.”

She tensed. Fight? That was the last thing she needed in her condition.

Before she could respond, the door hissed open. Guards entered—tall, gold-armored, and armed with electrified staffs.

“On your feet,” one barked.

She didn’t resist. Not yet. She had to be careful. If she fought back recklessly, she might hurt the life inside her.

As they shackled her wrists and led her out, Korg called after her, “Stay strong, new girl! We’ll see you soon!”

The hall she was marched into was extravagant, a bizarre mix of luxury and madness. Exotic colors bathed the space in an almost hypnotic glow. Opulent decorations lined the walls, shimmering with light, while well-dressed aliens lounged on plush seating, sipping strange-colored drinks.

It was a party, but an eerie one.

At the center of it all, the Grandmaster lounged on his throne-like chair, surveying the room with a sly grin. His robe shimmered as he leaned forward, golden fingertips tapping together in amusement.

Y/N barely noticed him at first.

Because her gaze had locked onto Loki.

There he was, laughing, reclining on a luxurious sofa as if he belonged here. A glass of some glowing liquid dangled between his fingers, his new navy suit perfectly fitted to his frame.

It made her sick.

He was drinking, conversing with some of the wealthier partygoers—acting as if he were one of them.

He hadn’t even noticed her.

A wave of anger bubbled inside her.

The Grandmaster’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Well, well, well! What have we here?”

His gaze roamed over her, lingering in a way that made her skin crawl.

“She is beautiful,” he mused, eyes filled with an unsettling amusement.

Y/N clenched her jaw, barely restraining the disgust that twisted in her stomach. She was shackled, vulnerable, powerless, and this sickening old man was appraising her like she was some kind of collectible.

She was about to snap back when suddenly, Loki’s voice slid into her mind.

What are you doing here?

She turned to look at him, meeting his sharp blue eyes across the room.

What do you mean? She shot back through the mental link, her words dripping with bitterness. What am I doing? She glared at him. What are YOU doing?

Loki’s expression barely changed, but she saw the flicker of something—guilt? Concern?—before he covered it with a smirk.

“I’m surviving,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. “Which is more than what you’re doing.”

Her fingers curled into fists. She rolled her eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words stung.

Still, Loki couldn’t help it. Despite everything, despite the chaos between them, he couldn’t just stand by and let her be thrown into whatever fate awaited her here.

With a practiced, effortless charm, he turned to the Grandmaster, sliding into conversation like a serpent.

“You know,” Loki began, his voice dripping with feigned intrigue, “I must admit, I never noticed her before.” He tilted his head as if assessing her for the first time. “But now that I see her in the right light…” He smirked. “She is quite enchanting.”

Y/N wanted to punch him.

The Grandmaster’s face lit up. “Ah, you think so?” He smiled knowingly.

"Mmm." Loki smirked, eyes trailing over her in a way that months ago would have made her shiver.

Loki leaned in slightly, whispering conspiratorially, “Perhaps… I could keep her?”

The Grandmaster raised an amused brow, sipping from his drink. “Oh, Loki… always so full of surprises.”

He sighed dramatically, then waved a hand.

“Fine, fine. But! She still fights.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Loki stiffened, but he masked it quickly. “Naturally,” he said smoothly, though his voice had a slight edge to it.

Y/N’s blood ran cold.

She was trapped. Powerless.

As the Grandmaster strolled away, Loki’s gaze snapped to Y/N’s—this time stripped of its previous playful glint, replaced by a stern seriousness lurking beneath his charm. He extended his arm toward her shackled wrist. She glanced down, then back up at him, before turning on her heel without a word. Loki rolled his eyes, pure annoyance flashing across his face. Whether he’d meant to or not, he’d bound her to him once again—and neither of them could tell if he’d merely reopened an old can of worms or if those worms had been writhing free all along.

[Apologies for the huge delay in posts, I took a little stress sabbatical but she's back baby.]

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 111

The End of a King

The three of them sat on the worn wooden bench, gazing out at the endless sea stretching beyond the cliffs. Y/N hung back in the doorway, watching the family. The sun was beginning to set, casting golden light over the waves, yet a deep chill ran through Y/N’s spine.

Odin was tired. She could see it in his posture, the way his shoulders sagged, the way his breathing had grown shallower over the past weeks. She had known this day would come, but now that it was here, it felt too soon.

Thor sat on one side of Odin, his jaw clenched as he struggled with the reality before him. Loki sat on the other, more still than she had ever seen him. He was unreadable, but Y/N knew him too well to mistake his silence for indifference.

Odin gazed out at the horizon, his expression unreadable.

“Look at this place. It’s beautiful.”

Thor leaned forward. “Father, it’s us.”

Odin turned his tired gaze toward them, and a soft, almost knowing smile touched his lips. “My sons. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Loki blinked in surprise, his lips parting slightly. The acknowledgment—simple, yet so profound—struck something deep inside him.

“I know,” Thor said urgently. “We’ve come to take you home.”

Odin’s smile faded slightly. “Home, yes. Your mother, she calls me. Do you hear it?”

Thor cast a wary look at Loki, who held up his hands in a rare gesture of innocence. But Odin turned to Loki and gave him a knowing smile.

“It took me quite a while to break free from your spell,” Odin said with quiet amusement. “Frigga would have been proud.”

Loki stiffened, momentarily caught off guard. He was not used to hearing his mother’s name spoken in such a gentle tone, nor was he used to receiving any kind of acknowledgment from Odin that did not come with an air of disappointment. The words weighed heavier than they should have.

Odin placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder, the touch both grounding and final. “Come and sit with me. I don’t have much time.”

Thor hesitated but obeyed, sitting beside him. Loki followed suit, though his expression remained guarded.

“I know that we failed you,” Thor murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “but we can make this right.”

Odin shook his head. “I failed you.” He sighed, the weight of centuries pressing into his voice. “It is upon us… Ragnarok.”

Thor frowned. “No, I’ve stopped Ragnarok. I put an end to Surtur.”

Odin turned his gaze toward the sea. “No. It has already begun. She’s coming. My life was all that held her back, but my time has come. I cannot keep her away any longer.”

Thor tensed. “Father, who are you talking about?”

Odin finally turned to face them. “The Goddess of Death. Hela. My firstborn.”

The words hit Thor like a hammer to the chest. Loki’s eyes widened slightly, his calculating mind already fitting pieces together. Y/N felt her breath catch. She had heard whispers of Odin’s past, but never this. Never something this dangerous.

“Her violent appetites grew beyond my control,” Odin continued, his voice weary. “I couldn’t stop her, so I imprisoned her. Locked her away. She draws her strength from Asgard... and once she gets there, her powers will be limitless.”

Thor straightened, determination igniting in his eyes. “Whatever she is, we can stop her. We can face her together.”

Odin reached out, taking Thor’s hand in his own. “No, we won’t.” His voice softened. “I’m on a different path now. This you must face alone.”

Y/N watched as Thor’s expression crumbled, pain and helplessness flashing across his face. Odin looked between them, his gaze settling on Loki. His lips pressed together, a mixture of regret and affection softening his normally unreadable expression.

“I love you, my sons.”

Thor’s breath shuddered, and Y/N saw the way Loki froze beside her. It was the slightest movement—barely a flicker in his otherwise stoic expression—but she felt it. Those words, so simple yet so powerful, broke something inside him. For a moment, he was no longer the God of Mischief, no longer the trickster, no longer the burdened son. He was just Loki. The child who had waited his whole life to hear those words.

The wind shifted. Y/N felt the energy in the air change, the weight of time pressing down upon them. Odin turned back to the sea, his expression peaceful.

“Look at that.”

The light shimmered across the ocean, golden rays cascading over the water. The moment stretched on, the silence filled only by the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. Odin turned back slightly to look back at Y/N, privileging her with his last words.

“Remember this place.”

Then, like dust in the wind, Odin began to fade.

Y/N barely had time to process what was happening before his body dissolved into glowing particles, carried away by the gentle breeze. It was as if the Allfather had never been there at all.

Thor closed his eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly, his grief palpable. Loki remained still, his expression unreadable once more, though Y/N could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers curled against his palms.

The silence that followed was unbearable.

Y/N took a hesitant step forward, the urge to comfort him tugging at her despite the space still thick with unspoken resentment. She didn’t know what to say—wasn’t sure if he even wanted her there—but old instincts stirred, pulling her toward the man she had once loved.

Then Loki finally spoke.

“So,” he murmured, his voice quiet but edged with something raw. “You’ve been here all this time.”

Y/N turned to him, startled by the sudden shift in conversation. She had expected something else—perhaps a sarcastic remark, a deflection. But instead, he was looking at her. Really looking at her. His green eyes burned with something she couldn’t quite place.

“Three months,” he continued, his voice lower now. “And not a word.”

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. “Loki, I—”

A sudden, sickening pulse of energy cut her off.

The air around them darkened, the very atmosphere trembling as a surge of ancient, powerful magic swept through the cliffs. Y/N gasped as she felt it—felt the overwhelming presence of something wrong, something deadly.

A swirling mass of green and black energy coalesced before them, twisting like a storm, and from its depths, a woman stepped forward.

Tall, clad in black and green armor, with piercing eyes and a crown of twisted black horns, she carried herself with an aura of absolute, terrifying dominance.

Hela.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she surveyed them, her presence suffocating, her power absolute.

“Well,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk yet carrying the weight of something ancient. “It seems I’m just in time.”

Y/N barely had time to react before she felt the full force of the Goddess of Death’s presence settle over them like a storm cloud.

And she knew, in that instant, that everything was about to change.

The moment Hela took a step forward, the air grew heavier.

Y/N could feel the power radiating from her, thick and suffocating, like a slow-building storm ready to crack the sky open. It sent a shiver down her spine, her instincts screaming at her that they were in danger.

Thor stepped forward, gripping Mjolnir tighter. “I don’t care who you are. You’re not taking Asgard.”

Hela tilted her head, smirking. “Oh, dear brother,” she cooed, voice smooth as silk. “I already have.”

And then she moved.

Faster than Y/N expected, her hand shot out, catching Mjolnir in midair.

Thor’s eyes widened in shock.

Y/N barely had time to react before—crack—the unthinkable happened.

Mjolnir, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star, a hammer that had chosen Thor, shattered like glass in Hela’s grip. The pieces crumbled to the ground, nothing but dust in the wind.

Thor staggered back, stunned. “No…”

Loki reacted first. His fingers twitched, and in an instant, the Bifröst swirled to life around them.

“We need to go,” he muttered under his breath.

Hela merely smiled. “Running already?”

Loki ignored her, grabbing Y/N’s wrist in an attempt to pull her toward him and Thor as the rainbow bridge’s light began engulfing them. But before they could disappear completely, Hela lunged.

She moved like a shadow, her blades forming in her hands effortlessly.

Y/N barely had time to summon her powers, her fingers already glowing faintly—

—when Loki shoved her.

It wasn’t a calculated push. It was a moment of pure panic. A desperate, thoughtless move.

Y/N’s world spun.

The last thing she saw before everything went dark was Loki’s wide-eyed fear and Hela’s smirk as the Bifröst fractured—

—then she was falling.

Cold air rushed past her, gravity pulling her down at an unbearable speed. She twisted, trying to right herself, trying to focus her thoughts enough to teleport—but the energy of the broken Bifröst was disorienting, warping the space around her.

She could see flashes of different places, different worlds, the colors bleeding into each other like a nightmare.

And then, with a violent crash, she hit the ground.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 110

 A Sudden Reunion

The air inside the lodge felt heavier than usual. The soft crackle of the fireplace filled the room with warmth, but despite that, Y/N couldn't shake the tension that had settled in her chest. She stood by the kitchen window, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the wooden countertop as her gaze wandered over the vast Norwegian landscape beyond. The air was crisp, biting at her skin as a sharp wind swept through the empty field. The ground, though bare, felt frozen beneath her feet, and the distant mountains loomed, silent and unmoving—just like the quiet settling in her heart.

The past few months had been the quietest of her life. The world outside had continued its chaos, but for Y/N, it felt as though time had slowed. She had found refuge here—away from the constant battles, away from the pain of losing Loki, and the heartbreak of everything that had unfolded before. And yet, despite the peace, she found herself constantly caught between the need to keep moving and the undeniable sense of longing that gnawed at her.

Living with Odin had been... unexpected. She had never thought she’d find comfort in the presence of the man who had once been responsible for Loki’s torment. Their relationship had been strained at best, fractured by past betrayals, lost promises, and deep scars that neither could fully heal. But, surprisingly, things had changed since her arrival. Odin had been understanding in his own way, not just with her grief, but with the complexity of her powers and the life that was growing inside her.

At first, she had tried to suppress the growing connection she felt to the baby. After all, how could she bring something new into the world when it felt as though she was on the edge of losing everything? But as the weeks had passed, the reality had begun to sink in. The child—Loki’s child—was a part of her now, growing inside her in ways she hadn’t expected.

Her bump was still small, easy to conceal beneath loose, comfortable clothing, but Y/N knew it wouldn't be that way for long. She’d often find herself resting a hand over her stomach, speaking to the baby in soft whispers—words of hope, words of sorrow. But, Loki wasn’t here to see it— and that bothered her more than she ever let herself admit. Every day she carried the guilt of not telling him, of keeping this truth locked away. But the child would know him. They would know their father, even if fate had stolen the chance for him to know them.

She had meant to tell him. She had wanted to tell him. But now, months had passed since they had last seen each other, and Y/N didn’t know how to begin that conversation. She wasn’t ready.

A sudden gust of energy rippled through the room, the air crackling with a familiar, electrifying force. Her heart skipped in her chest as she inhaled sharply.

The unmistakable feeling of the Bifrost.

Y/N turned instinctively to the window, knowing that this time, the arrival would be important. She could feel the weight of this moment pressing against her chest, but she had no idea what to expect.

The shimmering light of the Bifrost faded, revealing two figures. Thor and Loki.

Thor stood at the forefront, clad in simple clothing—a hoodie and jeans that made him blend more easily into Midgard, but there was still something about him that seemed too large for the quiet surroundings. Loki, on the other hand, stood with his usual regal grace, the sharpness of his dark attire standing in stark contrast to the humble setting. His black suit was perfectly tailored, his dark hair neatly styled, and his piercing green eyes were already scanning the area with a mild disinterest. But then, as if sensing her presence, his eyes flicked toward her.

Y/N’s heart skipped. She wasn’t prepared for this. Not for him. Not for the surge of emotions that had been buried deep within her. She swallowed hard, but the weight of her feelings was difficult to ignore.

Loki’s gaze paused on her, and for just a moment, there was a flicker—something almost imperceptible in the depths of his expression. It was fleeting, but Y/N caught it: confusion, hesitation, regret. And then, just like that, it was gone. His expression settled into its usual mask of indifference, his arms folding across his chest as he tilted his head slightly.

Y/N forced herself to meet his gaze, to keep her hands steady at her sides. She stood tall, though every fiber of her being wanted to run to him. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

Not with the secret still growing inside her.

Thor stepped forward, his usual boisterous energy tempered by a quiet, determined expression. He glanced around the room, seeking out their father. Odin, who had been seated by the cliff, watched them with an air of resignation.

“It’s about time you showed up,” Odin remarked, his voice weary, but steady, though there was a hidden softness in it.

Loki’s eyes flicked to his father, and the corner of his lip curled in a smirk. “You don’t look well.”

Odin exhaled slowly, the weight of his age evident in the tiredness of his voice. “You took your time.”

Thor stepped closer, his brow furrowing as he placed a hand on Odin’s shoulder. “Father, we need to bring you home. Asgard needs you.”

Y/N felt the atmosphere shift, as she moved towards the door. The energy in the air felt… strained. Everyone had their own plans, their own agendas. She wasn’t ready for this conversation. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to look Loki in the eye and tell him everything. She wasn’t ready to reveal the truth about the child that was growing inside her, not in the middle of this storm.

She stepped forward, her footsteps almost soundless against the wooden floor. The subtle shift in the air around her made her hesitate, but there was no going back now. They fell silent as she came into full view.

Loki’s gaze flickered to her again, just as she had expected. His dark eyes locked onto hers, though his expression remained guarded. And for a brief, fleeting moment, Y/N felt the weight of everything she had been holding in her heart for the past months.

But she couldn’t tell him. Not now.

Loki gave her nothing. Not even a word. His eyes returned to Odin, dismissing her presence almost entirely, as if she were just another part of the background in this delicate family reunion. But there was a sharpness in his gaze that lingered a moment too long.

Y/N looked away, turning her attention to Thor. The realization that she had to tell him what was coming—the reality of her situation—settled heavily in her chest.

"Thor," Y/N spoke softly, her voice catching.

But before she could say more, Odin's voice interrupted the air, "You don't need to speak of it yet, child. Let him come to his own realization."

A sense of unease filled the room as Odin’s words lingered. Y/N caught her reflection in the nearby window and placed her hand on her stomach once more.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 109

A Time for Goodbyes

The ocean was restless beneath the floating prison, waves crashing against its reinforced walls. The Raft, a maximum-security prison built to contain enhanced individuals, loomed in the darkness, an ominous monument to the cost of defiance.

But not for much longer.

The alarms were already blaring by the time Steve, Y/N, and the others infiltrated the facility. Sam was the first to reach the cells, swiftly unlocking them while Steve fought off the remaining guards. Clint gave a breathless laugh as his door swung open, rubbing his wrists where the restraints had been.

“Well, it’s about damn time.”

Scott stumbled out of his own cell, looking dazed. “Okay, just to be clear—I’m totally on board with this, but we are fugitives now, right? Like, officially?”

Y/N smirked, flicking her wrist to subdue a guard who had made the mistake of reaching for his weapon. “I think that ship has sailed.”

Wanda was the last to be freed, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and lingering sadness. Y/N met her gaze and gave a small nod of reassurance.

They were all in this together now.

Once everyone was out, they didn’t waste time. The Quinjet was waiting for them, engines humming as Steve took the pilot’s seat. One by one, they climbed aboard, their escape a silent declaration of defiance.

They were free.

But freedom came with a price.

The fresh air of Wakanda carried the scent of rain-soaked earth and blooming flora. It was a sanctuary, a place untouched by the war that had divided them.

T’Challa stood beside Bucky as the decision was made.

“I can arrange for you to stay,” the king offered, his voice steady, thoughtful. “Wakanda has the resources to help you.”

Bucky exhaled, looking out over the golden fields beyond the city. “I can’t risk it,” he said. “Not until they’re sure the triggers in my head are gone.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling a knot tighten in her chest.

She knew this was the right decision. But that didn’t make it any easier.

Steve stood quietly beside them, watching his oldest friend with quiet understanding.

Shuri approached, her sharp eyes studying Bucky. “We will take care of you,” she assured him. “When you wake up, it will be to a world where you are truly free.”

Bucky gave her a grateful nod before turning to Y/N.

They stood there for a long moment, the weight of everything unsaid pressing between them.

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” she asked, forcing a half-smile. “Wakanda’s pretty nice.”

Bucky chuckled softly, but there was sadness in his eyes. “You know I can’t.”

Y/N bit her lip, then sighed. “I know.”

A silence stretched between them before Bucky reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It was such a simple, familiar gesture—one that sent a wave of memories crashing through her.

“I need you to do something,” he said gently.

Y/N met his gaze, her heart pounding. “What?”

“You need to sort things out,” he said, a knowing look in his eyes. “With him.”

She froze, lips parting in surprise.

Bucky hadn’t pressed her about the father of her child. Hadn’t pried. But now, standing at the precipice of uncertainty, he was telling her what she already knew.

She had to tell Loki.

“I will,” she murmured. “Just… not yet.”

Bucky gave her a soft, lopsided smile, his gaze shifting to her stomach. His hand hovered for a moment before gently resting over it, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"Wow," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "That kid’s not gonna know how lucky it is to have you as its mom."

Y/N’s heart swelled, and a wave of emotion hit her. Tears welled up in her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at him. The simple sincerity in his words left her speechless, vulnerable.

He quickly pulled his hand back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “But for now... take care of yourself," he added, his tone softening as he gave her a small, reassuring smile.

The moment felt fragile, yet it held more meaning than anything else

Her throat tightened, but she nodded.

With one last glance at Steve, Bucky stepped into the cryo-chamber. Cold mist curled around him as the glass slid into place, encasing him in ice once more.

Y/N turned away, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

She hated goodbyes.

The jet was ready. The rebels had one last moment to breathe before they would scatter, each going their own way.

Steve watched Y/N as she stood by the ramp, looking out at the horizon.

“What are you gonna do now?” he asked.

She turned to him, exhaling. “Sort some things out.”

Steve studied her for a long moment. Then he nodded. “You’ve got somewhere to lay low?”

She smirked faintly. “Yeah. Somewhere quiet.”

He gave a slight chuckle, shaking his head at the connections his sister had apparently made. “We’re getting good at this, huh?”

“What?”

“Saying goodbye.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah. Guess we are.”

He pulled his little sister into a tight hug, voice low and steady. “If you ever need me, you know where to find me.”

She clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder. “Just whisper your weird mind tricks into the wind,” he added with a crooked grin. “I’ll come running.”

She smiled through the heaviness in her chest. “Same to you, Rogers.”

His gaze dropped to her stomach, a flicker of concern crossing his face. She was on the run—alone and pregnant. “Take care of that one too, yeah?”

She nodded, stepping back slowly. Her hands lifted, and the air around her shimmered. Green and red light curled around her like a protective shell, humming with quiet power.

Then, in a breath of light—she was gone.

The air was crisp when she arrived, the sky painted with streaks of gold and lavender as the sun set over the coastline.

Odin’s temporary refuge stood on the edge of the world, hidden from those who might seek him.

Y/N appeared on the rocky cliffside, inhaling deeply.

She wasn’t sure what came next.

But for now, she needed peace.

She turned her gaze toward the horizon, whispering to the wind.

“I’ll find a time to tell him.”

For now, she would rest.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 108

Fractured Bonds

The air was heavy as they approached the base in Siberia, the tension between them momentarily put aside in favor of the greater mission. The abandoned facility loomed ahead, shadows stretching across the snow-dusted ground as Steve, Y/N, and Bucky led the way.

Tony arrived moments later, the heavy double doors slamming open and making them all flinch.

"At ease, soldiers. I'm not here for you—yet," he said dryly, gesturing casually toward Bucky’s raised gun, Steve’s shield at the ready, and the crackling swirl of green and red energy dancing around Y/N’s fingers. His gaze landed on her last, softening the tension in his face just enough for her to lower Bucky’s weapon with a gentle nudge.

Tony’s expression shifted, humor flickering across it like a mask barely hiding real concern. “Y/N… why are you here? I told you before—you shouldn't be out in the field.”

“And I told you, I’m protecting my brother,” she replied, her tone calm but firm. Still, her eyes flicked toward Bucky with a quiet unease—an instinct whispering that maybe she was protecting him more than Steve now.

As they moved deeper into the facility, the silence stretched, thick and wary. Tony, ever the deflector, broke it with a forced smirk. “So, are we placing bets on the baby daddy yet? Because right now, my money’s on Robocop over there.”

Anyone else would’ve earned a slap for a comment like that. But it was Tony. And for now, Y/N was just grateful he was here—and on their side. 

Y/N could feel something gnawing at the edges of her mind—something wrong. Her powers, though still inconsistent due to the pregnancy, prickled against her skin, warning her of a disturbance ahead.

The doors creaked open, and the stale air of the base greeted them. The room was dimly lit, the flickering overhead lights casting long, eerie shadows across the walls. In the center of the room stood Zemo, his posture unnervingly relaxed. Behind him, the cryo-chambers holding the other Winter Soldiers stood open—yet lifeless.

Steve’s brow furrowed. “Where are they?”

Zemo tilted his head slightly before stepping aside, revealing the horrific truth—each super soldier lay slumped in their pods, bullet wounds fresh in their foreheads.

Y/N’s stomach churned at the sight.

“They were too powerful,” Zemo said simply. “Too dangerous. And besides, I never needed them.”

Tony stepped forward, fists clenched. “Then what the hell was all of this for?”

Zemo turned to face him fully. “Revenge.”

Y/N felt it before he even said it. The deep, dark grief that radiated from him like an open wound.

“I lost my family in Sokovia,” Zemo continued, voice eerily calm. “A wife. A son. A father.” He turned his gaze toward Y/N, eyes piercing into her. “People like you destroyed my home and walked away unscathed.”

Y/N flinched at the weight of his words, guilt settling in her chest like a stone. She had fought in Sokovia. She had been part of it. Part of the chaos.

“But I knew I could never kill you all,” Zemo continued. “Stronger men than me have tried.” He exhaled, stepping toward a nearby console. “So I found a different way.”

He pressed a button, and a screen flickered to life. Grainy security footage filled the display—black and white, timestamped from December 16, 1991.

Y/N’s stomach dropped.

Bucky stiffened beside her, his breathing growing shallow.

Steve’s hands curled into fists.

Tony’s face was unreadable as he watched the footage unfold. The Winter Soldier—Bucky—lunging at a car on a dark, lonely road. The sickening impact. The crash. And then… the unrelenting, brutal slaughter of Howard and Maria Stark.

Tony’s entire body went rigid.

Steve took a step forward. “Tony—”

Tony’s gaze snapped to Bucky, fury blazing behind his eyes. “Did you know?”

Bucky swallowed hard, silence.

“Did you know?!” Tony roared.

Steve stepped between them. “Tony, don’t do this.”

Y/N reached out, placing a hand on Tony’s arm, trying to ground him. “Please,” she murmured. “This isn’t who you are.”

Tony spared her a quick sympathetic glance, laced with venomous fury in his eyes. But Tony was already moving, repulsors charging. “He killed my mom.”

The fight started like a wildfire—fast, consuming, and unstoppable.

Tony was the first to strike, raw pain driving his every movement. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back. His repulsor beams shot through the dimly lit chamber, forcing Steve and Bucky to scatter.

Y/N stood frozen for a moment, watching the people she loved descend into violence. Her breath hitched as Bucky barely dodged another blast, the heat of it singing the air beside him.

This wasn’t just a fight.

This was vengeance.

"Tony, stop!" she called, but he wasn’t listening.

Steve lunged, shield raised, deflecting Tony’s next attack. The impact sent sparks flying, illuminating the anger on Tony’s face.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Tony spat at Steve, his voice shaking with fury. “All this time, you knew what he did.”

Steve didn’t answer right away. His silence was an answer in itself.

Tony roared, launching forward. Steve blocked the hit but staggered back from the force. Bucky took the chance to strike, landing a punch to Tony’s side that dented the metal of his suit.

Y/N flinched.

She wanted to move, to intervene, but something inside her held her back. Maybe it was the weight of the moment. Maybe it was knowing that no words—no power—could stop what was happening.

Tony turned on Bucky, eyes blazing. "You remember them?!" he shouted. "Do you even remember killing them?"

Bucky panted, shoulders heaving. His voice came out hoarse. “I remember all of them.”

Tony’s face twisted in rage. His repulsor charged again. This time, he aimed for the kill.

"No!"

Y/N moved on instinct, reaching out, sending a wave of energy toward Tony’s arm, just enough to throw off his aim. The blast hit the concrete, exploding dust and debris into the air.

Steve took advantage of the moment, tackling Tony to the ground. They rolled, fists flying, metal scraping against metal.

It was brutal.

Tony’s gauntlet cracked against Steve’s jaw. Steve grunted but didn’t let up, using his shield to slam into Tony’s arc reactor. Tony gasped, the air knocked from his lungs.

Bucky joined in, pinning Tony’s arm to the ground, trying to wrest the gauntlet away from him. Tony gritted his teeth, exoskeleton shifting as he sent an electric surge through the suit, electrocuting Bucky in place.

Y/N screamed as Bucky collapsed, body jerking from the shock.

Steve reacted instantly, slamming his shield into Tony again, forcing him back. But Tony wasn’t done.

The suit scanned Steve’s movements, calculating his patterns, his attacks. The next time Steve swung, Tony dodged and retaliated with precision. His gauntlet locked onto Steve’s shield and ripped it away, tossing it across the room.

Y/N’s heart pounded.

Tony took another shot at Steve, hitting him square in the chest. Steve fell back, groaning, blood dripping from a cut above his brow.

Tony loomed over him, repulsor charging.

This was it.

Y/N’s body tensed, her fingers tingling with power, ready to intervene—

But Steve wasn’t finished.

He surged up, dodging at the last second, grabbing Tony by the arm and twisting him onto the ground. He rained down blows—relentless, unforgiving.

Tony tried to defend himself, but Steve was stronger.

Then, the final hit.

Steve raised the shield high, bringing it down—

Y/N gasped.

At the last second, Steve shifted, slamming the shield not into Tony’s head but into the arc reactor in his chest.

The light flickered violently before going dark.

The room fell silent.

Tony gasped for air, chest heaving, his body sagging against the cold floor.

Steve stood over him, shoulders rising and falling. He let the shield drop with a heavy clang.

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment, exhaling shakily. It was over.

They turned to leave, Bucky already limping toward the exit.

But Tony’s voice rang out, raw and broken.

“You don’t deserve it…”

Steve stopped.

Tony pushed himself up on his elbows, eyes burning with betrayal.

“My father made that shield.”

Steve didn’t say a word. He only looked down at the shield one last time before walking away, leaving it behind.

Y/N lingered for just a second longer, turning back to meet Tony’s eyes.

There was nothing left of Iron Man’s bravado—only a wounded man, grieving what he had lost.

Her chest tightened, her guilt settling in like a storm. She gave him a sorrowful look before following the others.

She had something else to take care of.

---

Outside, near the cliff’s edge, Zemo stood in the cold, gun in hand, staring into the abyss below.

Y/N approached cautiously, her boots crunching against the gravel.

“I know why you did it,” she said softly.

Zemo didn’t turn. “And yet, you stopped me.”

She moved closer, stepping just within arm’s reach. “Because I know what it feels like to lose everything.”

He finally glanced at her, and for the first time, his expression wasn’t one of malice. It was exhaustion.

Y/N reached out, gently placing her fingers against his temple.

And then she let him feel.

The guilt. The grief. The weight of every battle she had fought, every innocent life lost in the crossfire. Sokovia. Washington. Lagos.

His breath hitched.

For a fleeting moment, he trusted her.

Then her voice turned colder.

“But now you’re just as bad as us.”

Zemo blinked. His hands clenched.

Before she could react, he raised the gun to his own head.

Y/N’s power surged.

The gun flew from his grasp, skidding across the ground.

She stared at him, eyes burning. “No more death.”

A new voice entered the moment.

“The living are not done with you yet.”

T’Challa stepped forward, regal and unwavering, she had sensed he had been here the whole time. His gaze met Y/N’s in mutual understanding before settling on Zemo.

The defeated man exhaled, closing his eyes.

His fight was over.

And as Y/N stood there, breathing heavily, she realized something.

So was hers.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 107

Unfinished Business

The hum of the plane’s engines was the only sound filling the cabin for a long time. Y/N sat with her head resting against the cold metal wall, staring at the ceiling, exhaustion weighing down on her. Across from her, Bucky sat tense, his metal fingers tapping against his knee, his jaw tight with unspoken words.

Steve was up front in the cockpit, but Y/N knew he could probably still hear them. At this point, though, she didn’t care. Neither did Bucky.

They had danced around this long enough.

“You gonna say what’s on your mind or keep sitting there brooding all night?” Y/N finally muttered, turning her head to look at him.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. “I was brooding? That’s rich coming from you.”

Y/N smirked slightly, but the amusement didn’t reach her eyes.

A beat of silence passed. Then Bucky exhaled sharply.

“So, it’s really over between us,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

Y/N’s stomach twisted with guilt and confusion. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Years ago, she would’ve faced the world for Bucky—she did try. But he died. He was gone. And in the wreckage, there was Loki—complicated, unpredictable, magnetic Loki. She could run. She could bury the truth, never tell him about their child, and start over with Bucky and the baby. But it felt wrong. Every option did. And the worst part? She didn’t know who she loved anymore."

“You know it is, Buck.”

He nodded, rubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah… yeah, I know.” His voice was strained, like the words hurt to say. “I just—when I woke up, when my mind was my own again… I thought I’d get the chance to fix things. To pick up where we left off.”

Y/N’s throat tightened.

“Bucky…” she sighed, leaning forward slightly. “There was no picking up where we left off. You died to me. You were gone, and I grieved you for decades. I tried to move on. I did move on.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening into a fist. “I get it,” he muttered. “I just… wish I remembered more before HYDRA turned me into—” He stopped himself, shaking his head.

Y/N hesitated before reaching forward, taking his flesh hand in hers. “I remember for you,” she whispered. “I remember everything.”

Bucky swallowed hard, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

“After the last time I saw you, after I pulled Steve out of the water, I went looking for things. I had to know... I went to the Smithsonian, dug through their exhibits. Hell, I even broke into the army’s file storage facility—”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, you did what?”

“Oh, piece of cake. Look at me,” Bucky said with a smirk, his usual wit and quickness returning.

Y/N laughed, the sound like music to his ears. For a fleeting moment, she saw the old Bucky—the charming, quick-witted, happy man he used to be. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the shadow of who he had become.

“Anyway,” he continued, clearing his throat, “I found a section just for me. Old files. Stuff I never got to pick up. You and Steve were gone, but... I found something.”

Her heart skipped a beat, the room narrowing as she suddenly knew what was coming.

Bucky reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper—her letter, the one she had written but never sent. Her breath caught in her throat as he handed it to her. She took it shakily, feeling the weight of years in that single letter. As she read the words, memories stabbed at her like shards of glass, each one cutting deeper.

Bucky,

I don’t know if this letter will reach you before I do, but I’ve been conscripted. I’m being sent to Germany as a field nurse. I don’t know what’s waiting for me there, but I do know one thing – I miss you. More than I can put into words.

If I find you out there… I’m still saving you that kiss.

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. This was before everything. Before the Tesseract. Before Steve’s serum. Before her entire life had changed. She blinked back tears, but one escaped, running down her cheek. Bucky reached out gently, wiping it away, his touch so familiar, so warm.

“You didn’t sign it,” Bucky remarked softly, his voice almost tender. “But I didn’t need a signature. I remembered.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and the silence between them was thick, like the air was holding its breath. His mind flickered with memories—memories he wasn’t sure were truly his, or if they were hers, flooding back to him when she touched him. The sensations, the feelings, the love.

He remembered her.

Flashes of her: the way her hands tangled in his hair, the soft press of her breath against his skin, the way she whispered his name—his name—like it was a prayer. The warmth of her body against his, the promise of more time, of more moments together. That he’d come home to her.

But he never did.

Y/N felt the weight of that truth settle between them, thick and suffocating. She had moved on, as she had every right to, but that didn’t make the pain any easier for either of them. The guilt she felt was overwhelming.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Bucky shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, though it held no humor. “Don’t be,” he said, his voice rough, but sincere. “You kept me going. You were always there in my head. Your voice, your memory... you never let me forget who I was.”

Steve’s voice suddenly cut through the heavy silence, and they both realized he’d stepped into the cabin, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“You two done pretending I can’t hear everything?” Steve asked, his voice calm but laced with tension.

Bucky didn’t even look at him. “Didn’t care if you did.”

Y/N slowly sat back, folding her arms across her chest. “Neither did I.”

Steve sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “So, what, you two were—?”

“Yes,” Bucky said flatly, finally looking at Steve. “Right before I left. Right before everything.”

Steve’s expression was unreadable, but Y/N could see the flicker of emotions in his eyes—surprise, guilt, something else.

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Steve, don’t make it a thing. It happened. It’s in the past.”

Steve let out a humorless chuckle. “Doesn’t feel in the past. Feels like I walked in on something I should’ve known about years ago.”

Bucky exhaled sharply. “Would it have changed anything?”

Steve hesitated. “…No. But it would’ve helped me understand.”

Y/N studied him, her expression softening slightly. “Steve, I wasn’t keeping it from you to hurt you. It just… wasn’t your burden to carry.”

Steve shook his head. “It was my burden. You were both my family. I deserved to know.”

Silence hung between them again.

Finally, Bucky ran a hand through his hair and muttered, “Look, it doesn’t matter now. Y/N’s moved on. She’s got her own life. And a baby.”

Y/N stiffened slightly, but neither of them seemed to notice.

Steve sighed. “Yeah. She does.”

Y/N cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. “Are we done with the emotional heart-to-heart now?”

Steve smirked slightly, shaking his head. “You never did like talking about feelings.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “And yet, you both keep dragging me into them.”

Bucky huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head.

Steve exhaled, rubbing his hands together. “Alright. We should focus on what’s next.”

Y/N nodded, finally letting out a breath. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

But as the conversation shifted to their next steps, she could still feel Bucky’s lingering stare.

And for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure what it meant.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 106

Wildcard

The airport was a war zone.

Explosions shook the ground, and the air buzzed with energy blasts, repulsors, and the crackle of Wanda’s power. Y/N stayed airborne, hovering just above the battlefield, watching Steve and Bucky push forward. Every instinct told her to stay close, to protect them.

But they weren’t the only ones protecting her.

Steve had made it very clear before the fight started: Stay out of the worst of it. Watch our backs, but don’t engage unless you have to. Bucky had been silent, just scowled like it physically pained him to let her fight at all.

And yet, despite their protests, she was here.

Because even though her powers were glitching and her body was drained from the pregnancy, she was still one of the strongest people on this battlefield.

She saw a blur of red and gold in the sky—Tony.

A sharp sense of dread coiled in her stomach as she tracked his movements, knowing he was coming for Steve and Bucky. She propelled herself forward, intercepting him mid-air.

Tony turned just in time to see her coming. “You again?” He barely dodged as she sent an energy blast his way, forcing him to adjust his trajectory. He had always been impressed at her skills, but now she was against him, his view on her had the opposite effect. “Dammit, Y/N, get out of here!”

“Not happening, Tony.”

He gritted his teeth and shot a repulsor blast at her, as if it pained him to do it. She was like a daughter to him, and here he was trying to knock her from the skies. She dodged—mostly. The heat of it grazed her side, sending a shock of pain through her body. Her flight wavered, but she steadied herself.

Then came a sharp, familiar voice from below.

“Y/N!”

Steve’s frantic yell sent a wave of guilt through her. She had no time to reassure him—Tony was already charging another blast.

Then, a flash of metal.

Bucky launched himself forward, grabbing Y/N mid-air and yanking her out of Tony’s trajectory just before the repulsor blast could hit her. They landed hard, rolling across the concrete before Bucky pulled her to her feet. His hands gripped her arms, scanning her face in concern.

“You okay?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’m fine—”

“No, you’re not.” His jaw tightened. “You’re slower. You’re getting hit.”

“I can still—”

“Damn it, Y/N!” Steve was suddenly there too, placing himself protectively in front of her. His shield was raised, ready to block anything that came their way. “We told you to stay back!”

Y/N clenched her fists. “I am staying back—I’m covering you!”

Steve and Bucky exchanged a quick glance—one of those silent conversations they had perfected over the decades. Y/N could sense the unspoken words between them, the shared frustration, the worry.

Steve sighed, turning back to her. His voice softened. “You don’t have to do this.”

Her throat tightened. “I do.”

Bucky exhaled through his nose, looking like he wanted to argue—but there was no time. Tony was coming back around, and Rhodey was closing in.

Steve gritted his teeth, grabbing Y/N’s arm. “Stay behind me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t resist as he physically moved her behind his shield. She wasn’t about to argue when they were still under attack.

As they fought their way toward the plane, Steve and Bucky never let her out of their sight.

When the new Peter swung in, webbing Bucky’s metal arm, Y/N was the one who severed the webs with a flick of her fingers. When Vision fired a blast at Steve, she redirected it just enough for him to dodge.

But the fatigue was getting worse.

Her powers weren’t responding the way they should, and Tony noticed. Though it pained him to see her like this, knowing he was aiming to hurt her.

He struck fast, faster than she anticipated. His repulsor blast hit her hard, sending her sprawling across the pavement. Pain exploded through her ribs.

Steve roared her name. Bucky ran for her, metal arm reaching out—but Tony was already there, standing over her.

His mask retracted, revealing eyes that burned with frustration and something else—something softer.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?” he snapped.

Y/N forced herself to sit up, ignoring the way her body screamed in protest. “Trying to keep my brother safe.”

Tony groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “You should not be out here.”

She looked at him, knowing she was in danger. They would never kill her, never. But she knew that maybe, her friends had been right about the safety of her unborn demi-god ever so slightly. She hesitated, then muttered, “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Tony’s eyes widened. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. And then he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Ughh I do not have the time to unpack that right now."

She swallowed. “Tony—”

“Are you kidding me?” He gestured wildly. “You—oh, for the love of—” He groaned loudly, shaking his head. “Goddammit.”

She blinked. “So… you’re not gonna blast me again?”

Another groan. “No, I’m not gonna blast you again!”

He pressed his fingers to his helmet, activating his comms.

“New rule, everyone—avoid the knocked-up one.”

A pause.

Rhodey: “Wait, what?!”

Vision: “I don’t understand.”

Natasha: Sigh “Of course she is.”

Peter: “She’s what?!”

Tony ignored them. He looked down at her again, expression torn between exasperation and something like reluctant affection. “Now, that's a wildcard I never thought you'd use.”

Y/N snorted despite herself.

A hand suddenly gripped her arm, pulling her up. She turned to find Bucky there, his face a storm of emotions. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her, concern written in every tense line of his body.

Then, without a word, he pulled her Before she could respond, Steve’s hand was suddenly on her shoulder, firm and grounding. “We need to go.”

They turned to see the plane waiting.

But Natasha was in their way.

Steve tensed, preparing for a fight—but Natasha only sighed, stepping aside.

“I said I’d help you find them,” she said simply. “Not catch them.”

T’Challa lunged, but Natasha intercepted, holding him off just long enough for them to get away.

Steve, Bucky, and Y/N sprinted up the ramp, hearts pounding.

As the plane took off, Y/N slumped against the wall, her breath heavy.

Steve knelt beside her, his face still lined with worry. “We need to talk about this.”

She nodded, exhausted. “Later.”

Bucky sat beside her, silent. But when she glanced at him, she saw something flicker in his expression—something raw and complicated.

Something like longing.

But before she could dwell on it, the plane soared into the sky, carrying them away from everything.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 105

Glass Doll

As the group gathered in the dimly lit parking lot, Y/N barely waited for the car to stop before stepping out. Across the lot, Clint was approaching with Wanda beside him. The moment Y/N saw her, something in her chest eased.

She didn’t hesitate—she ran to Wanda, arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace.

Wanda exhaled softly, gripping her just as firmly. They had become like sisters since Sokovia, bound by something unexplainable, something deeper than friendship. Though, Y/N still struggled to shake what Loki had told her, it was always in the back of her mind.

There’s another prophecy, involving what I think is you.

The connection forged through the Mind Stone had never faded, and when their hands clasped, Wanda suddenly stiffened.

Her red-rimmed eyes flickered with something unreadable. It wasn’t just comfort or relief. She felt something. A presence.

Wanda pulled back slightly, her brows knitting together in realization. Her eyes dropped to Y/N’s stomach, her fingers barely grazing the fabric covering it before she looked up at her friend, silently asking the question.

Y/N smirked knowingly.

Wanda inhaled, parting her lips to speak, but before she could, Clint sighed and pulled open the van door with a flourish.

“All right, kids, playtime’s over. Meet our new recruit.”

A man stepped out cautiously, blinking against the dim light.

Scott Lang.

His eyes widened when they landed on Steve.

“Captain America.”

Steve, ever composed, gave a polite nod. “Mr. Lang.”

Scott grinned. “It’s an honor. I’m shaking your hand too long, aren’t I?” He laughed nervously but didn’t let go. “Wow, this is awesome. Captain America.” His gaze darted to Y/N and Wanda. “Oh man, I know you two, too! You’re great!” Then he turned back to Steve, hesitantly patting his shoulder, eyes wide with admiration. “Jeez, okay, yeah. You are solid. I mean, I know you know a lot of super people, so… thinks for thanking of me.”

Y/n just smirked amusingly, eyebrow raised at the giddiness of the man.

His excitement turned to Sam.

“Hey, man!”

Sam remained unimpressed. “What’s up, Tic Tac?”

Scott cleared his throat. “Uh, good to see you. Look, about last time, when I—”

“It was a great audition,” Sam cut in dryly. “But it’ll never happen again.”

Steve, ever the leader, refocused them. “They tell you what we’re up against?”

Scott shifted. “Something about some… psycho-assassins?”

Steve’s jaw tightened. “We’re outside the law on this one. If you come with us, you’re a wanted man.”

Scott sighed. “Yeah, well, what else is new?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “So where exactly are we going?”

Bucky stepped forward, voice even but tense. “Zemo’s heading to Siberia. A facility there holds more Winter Soldiers—stronger than me, and more of them.”

Y/N’s mind immediately began strategizing. “Alright, I’ll stay high, pick them off from above if they get past the runway—”

“Woah!”

Steve and Sam cut her off in unison, their voices sharp with disapproval.

Y/N frowned. “What?”

Steve’s expression hardened. “You’re not fighting.”

She scoffed. “Oh, come on. I’m pregnant, not incapable.”

Silence fell over the group.

Scott’s mouth dropped open. Clint pinched the bridge of his nose. Wanda’s eyes softened with understanding, while Sam let out a long sigh.

Bucky’s expression, however, was unreadable. His steel-blue eyes flickered to her stomach, then back up at her face, but he said nothing.

Steve stepped closer, dropping his voice. “Y/N, you can’t do this.”

She rolled her eyes. “You can’t just bench me, Steve.”

“Yes, I can.” His voice was firm. “And I will. You are carrying a child—”

A child that is half-god she thought. Earning a smirk from Wanda who had heard her.

Bucky finally spoke. “Y/N… just think about this for a second.” His voice was softer than Steve’s, more measured. “You’re a fighter. You always have been. But this—this isn’t just your life anymore.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, suddenly aware of the weight of their gazes. “You’re acting like I’m fragile. I can teleport, Bucky. I can fly. I can manipulate reality. I’m not exactly in danger of getting shot like the rest of you.”

Sam folded his arms. “And what happens when your powers keep glitching?”

That gave her pause.

Bucky tilted his head. “You have noticed it, haven’t you?”

She swallowed. “It’s… it’s been a little off, but that doesn’t mean—”

Steve exhaled through his nose. “Y/N. Please. I need you to sit this one out.”

She glared at him. “So what, I just sit on the sidelines while you run into danger?”

“Yes,” Steve said bluntly. “That’s exactly what you do.”

She looked at Bucky, silently pleading for support, but the expression on his face mirrored Steve’s. Even Sam, who usually had her back, stood firm.

She hated it.

Hated that they were right.

But she wasn’t going to admit that.

Instead, she huffed, folding her arms. “You’re all acting like I’m helpless.”

Steve’s features softened slightly. “No. We’re acting like we love you.”

She had no response for that. Especially as Bucky's eyes flicked to the ground briefly, then back up.

She looked to Bucky one last time, his eyes boring into her. Even if the child wasn’t his, she was still his in his mind—and he couldn’t let anything happen to them. Not now.

He walked toward her, not caring for the first time since their reunion what anyone else thought, and gently took her hand.

Scott and Clint exchanged confused glances. Sam shifted uncomfortably.

But Steve—

In moments like this, he couldn’t believe how blind he’d been not to see it before. And he couldn’t deny the pain, either. Pain that his sister and his best friend were now tangled in something so complicated, when once the world had promised them everything—together.

She could feel Bucky’s worry. His fear.

And that was all it took.

She shook her head, forcing a smirk.

Clint finally spoke up, sighing dramatically. “You know, I was expecting some dysfunction, but this?” He waved a hand between them. “This is next-level.”

Scott leaned toward him, whispering, “Should we, like, get popcorn?”

Clint smirked. “I mean, if they’re gonna keep up this soap opera, yeah.”

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 104

Unraveled Truths

Steve’s hands remained firm on the wheel, knuckles white, as the realization dug into him like a knife. The pieces had been there all along—fragments of moments that he’d ignored, dismissed as coincidence or misinterpretation.

The weight of Y/N’s words sat heavy in the car like an anvil on Steve’s chest.

And one of them is in this car.

The way Bucky had looked at Y/N sometimes, something almost unreadable flickering behind his eyes. The way Y/N had instinctively tensed when Bucky was brought up, but there was no hatred, no fear—just something deep-rooted, something unresolved. The way Bucky had said “I remember you.”

And before the war—God, before the war.

Steve closed his eyes, the weight of the past pressing in as memories flickered behind his lids. He saw how Y/N and Bucky had always gravitated toward each other, those stolen glances that had seemed so casual back then, so easily overlooked. The nights he’d wake up in the barracks, his breath catching when he noticed Bucky’s cot empty, only to have him sneak back in hours later, pretending like nothing had happened. The way they’d slip away from dinner, only to return moments apart, as if they were somehow in sync, always moving together, even when they didn’t realize it. The raw fury Y/N had shown on the train when Bucky fell—he had always chalked it up to the heat of the moment, the stress of the mission.

But now, it all made sense. Every little thing he had missed, every subtle shift between them, clicked into place.

Steve let out a slow breath, his chest heavy with guilt. How hadn’t he seen it? Or maybe he had—maybe he just hadn’t wanted to.

A minute passed, then another.

Outside, Y/N spit the last remnants of bile from her mouth, bracing herself against the car. The cold air stung her flushed skin, but she didn’t move. She could still feel Bucky hovering close, but he wasn’t touching her anymore, just waiting—watching.

Then she heard the creak of the car door.

Steve stepped out slowly, shutting the door behind him with careful deliberation. His boots crunched against the dirt as he approached, his expression unreadable. Y/N braced herself.

Bucky moved slightly, as if about to intervene, but then he hesitated. His lips parted, his hands flexed at his sides—he wanted to say something, do something, but he stopped himself. Instead, he exhaled sharply through his nose and stepped back.

This was between them.

Steve came to a halt beside Y/N. She didn’t look at him, still focused on steadying her breathing, but she felt his presence like a weight pressing down on her shoulders. The silence stretched, tense and uncomfortable.

Then, finally, Steve sighed. “Y/N…” His voice was softer now, the anger drained out of it, replaced by something else—something raw.

She swallowed hard, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “What?”

Steve ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly as he gathered his thoughts. “I shouldn’t have said what I did back there,” he admitted, voice heavy with regret. “I was angry and… and I took it out on you.”

Y/N scoffed. “No kidding.”

Steve grimaced, but he took it. “I just—this isn’t how I pictured things happening. Not for you.” His brows knitted together. “You’re my sister. I just want to protect you.”

She let out a tired laugh, shaking her head. “Steve, you don’t get to control this. This is my life.” She turned to look at him then, and there was exhaustion in her eyes, but also a fierce determination. “I never asked for your approval. I don’t need it.”

Steve held her gaze for a long moment before nodding slowly. “You’re right,” he admitted. “You don’t.”

She let out a breath, her shoulders sagging slightly. “Then why are we still standing here?”

He hesitated. “Because I need to know… Who is it?” His voice was gentler this time, lacking the sharp edge it had before. It wasn’t an accusation anymore—it was a genuine question.

Y/N’s stomach twisted, but she steadied herself. “Steve, I don’t—”

“I’m not asking to judge,” he interrupted. “I just… I need to understand.”

"It's not him is it?!" He asked, pointing to Bucky. Bucky shifted uncomfortably not knowing where to look.

"Oh yeah cause he's had plenty of time to do that hasn't he" Y/N scoffed. "No its not"

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before finally sighing, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’ve fallen out.”

Steve blinked. “Oh, great,” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face.

Y/N huffed out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Steve sighed again. “Does he at least know?”

She hesitated.

Steve’s brows pulled together. “Y/N—”

“Believe it or not Steve, I haven’t had the chance to in the 20 minutes since I found out and was interrogated,” she snapped. “And I don’t think it’s fair to tell you before I tell him.”

Steve opened his mouth, then shut it. He studied her, weighing her words before finally nodding. “Alright,” he conceded. “I don’t like it, but I get it.”

She gave him a small, appreciative nod.

A moment of quiet passed between them before Steve exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Jesus, Y/N. You really know how to throw a curveball.”

Y/N let out a breath of laughter, though it lacked any real humor. “Tell me about it.”

Steve studied her for another moment before finally glancing over his shoulder—where Bucky and Sam were still lingering, undoubtedly eavesdropping.

When Bucky caught his gaze, he quickly looked away, but Steve saw it—the flicker of emotion, the barely concealed weight behind his blue eyes.

Steve turned back to Y/N.

But for now, he didn’t press.

Bucky sat in the car, his fingers flexing against his knee as he tried to keep his expression neutral. But inside, something twisted deep in his chest.

She had moved on.

Of course, she had. It had been decades since they were together—since the war, since the ice, since everything. He had been a ghost, a weapon, a shadow of the man she once knew, and she had built a life beyond him. He wanted that for her. He wanted her to be happy. And yet…

The sharp pang of jealousy cut through him before he could stop it.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look straight ahead through the windshield, even as he heard the soft murmur of Steve and Y/N’s conversation just outside. His hearing was sharp enough to pick up every word, but he tried not to listen.

Tried. And failed.

We’ve fallen out.

I don’t think it’s fair to tell you before I tell him.

Bucky inhaled sharply through his nose. There was still something there—some kind of unfinished business between her and whoever this guy was. But it wasn’t him.

He knew it shouldn’t matter. He had no claim on her. Their time had been a lifetime ago, and whatever they had back then had been frozen alongside them. But the ghost of it still lingered in the corners of his mind, in the flickering memories that resurfaced in his dreams—the way she had once looked at him, touched him, loved him.

And now, there was someone else. Someone who had held her the way he once had, who had whispered to her in the dark, made her laugh, made her his.

Bucky swallowed hard, forcing the thought away.

It wasn’t his place to feel this way. Y/N deserved happiness, love, a future. And if that meant someone else… then so be it.

But as he caught a glimpse of her through the window—her arms crossed, brows furrowed, still standing strong despite everything—he couldn’t deny the dull ache in his chest.

He looked away, pressing his hand into a tight fist against his thigh.

“Everything alright?” Sam’s voice was quiet beside him, too perceptive for Bucky’s liking.

Bucky forced a smirk, shaking his head. “Yeah, just peachy.”

Sam snorted. “Sure, man.”

The door opened, and Steve climbed back into the driver’s seat. Y/N followed, sliding into the back beside Bucky without a word. He didn’t look at her, just kept his gaze forward as Steve started the engine and pulled back onto the road.

The car was silent again, thick with unspoken words.

And Bucky sat there, trying to ignore the fact that, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he had lost something all over again.

As Y/N settled back into her seat, she could feel the weight of Bucky’s silence beside her. It pressed against her senses, an unspoken tension that she knew was directed at her, even if he wasn’t saying anything. She could feel it—the pang of jealousy, the hurt he wasn’t acknowledging, the quiet sting of realizing she had moved on.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself, but it was no use. Her emotions were already frayed, and Loki was at the center of them. The thought of him sent another wave of nausea through her, though this time it wasn’t from her pregnancy. It was from the ache—the heartbreak that hadn’t dulled even after all these weeks.

He didn’t know.

The father of her child had no idea she was carrying his baby.

And the last time she had seen him, she had looked him in the eyes and told him she wanted nothing to do with him.

Her throat tightened as she stared out the window, forcing herself to push it down. It didn’t matter now. He had made his choice. He had proven that he hadn’t changed, that he was still the same man who sought power above all else.

And yet…

She clenched her jaw. It didn’t change the fact that she loved him.

“Where are we even going?” she asked finally, her voice coming out more strained than she intended.

Sam turned in his seat. “I know a guy.”

Y/N arched a brow at him. “A guy?”

Steve sighed, clearly still frustrated from their earlier conversation. “Someone who might be able to help us. Sam’s been keeping tabs on him.”

Sam smirked slightly. “You’re gonna love him.”

Y/N scoffed. “Does this guy have a name?”

Sam’s grin widened. “Scott Lang.”

She blinked. “Who the hell is Scott Lang?”

Beside her, Bucky let out a sharp breath, almost a humorless chuckle, but he still refused to look at her.

Sam turned more in his seat, clearly enjoying dragging this out. “He’s a thief.”

Y/N gave him a deadpan stare. “Oh, great. We’re recruiting criminals now.”

Steve huffed. “You realize we are also criminals now, right?”

She sighed, leaning back against the seat. “Right. Fantastic. Love that for us.”

Bucky shifted again beside her, the tension still radiating off him in waves. And Y/N—already emotionally drained—couldn’t take it anymore.

She turned her head toward him. “You gonna be weird this whole trip, or…?”

Bucky finally met her gaze, his blue eyes unreadable. But she didn’t need to read his expression. She could feel what he wasn’t saying, feel the way his emotions tightened in his chest, tangled up in things he wasn’t sure he had a right to feel.

Jealousy.

Hurt.

Regret.

And something deeper. Something quieter.

“I don’t know,” he said simply. “You tell me.”

Her breath caught.

She could still see it—the flickers of memories in his mind, the ones that resurfaced whenever he looked at her too long. The warmth of their bodies tangled together in the dark, the sound of whispered laughter between them, the way they had held onto each other when the world had felt so uncertain.

But that had been before.

Before the ice.

Before everything.

And now there was Loki.

Bucky didn’t say another word. He just exhaled sharply and turned his gaze away, his emotions sinking deeper, burying themselves beneath the wall he had built around himself.

Y/N looked back out the window, her own feelings twisting inside her, a storm of longing and grief and confusion.

Loki was gone.

Bucky was right beside her.

A sudden thought struck Y/N, breaking her from her other thoughts. “Well, if Sam gets to recruit, then so do I,” she said, her tone confident. The team exchanged curious yet skeptical glances.

“Enlighten us,” Sam replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Wanda,” Y/N answered flatly.

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. “Oh, right. Tony’s had her under lock and key since Lagos. But sure, he’d totally let her out just to knock him out.”

“That’s exactly the point,” Y/N said, her voice firm. “She’s miserable. I can feel it. She can’t stay there. If I have to, I’ll go get her myself.” She locked eyes with Steve, who was about to argue—probably something about her condition—but Sam cut him off before he could speak.

“Nah, she’s got a point,” Sam said, much to Y/N’s surprise. “I mean, since Miss Preggers here is basically dead weight…” Y/N opened her mouth to defend herself, ready to remind him that even with dulled powers, she was still more of an asset than he was, but Sam kept talking. “We could use all the help we can get.” He sighed, pulling out his phone.

“Who are you calling?” Y/N asked, confused.

“Clint,” Sam replied nonchalantly.

Y/N blinked. “Clint? But he retired.”

“He owes me a favor,” Sam said, already dialing.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, slut shaming (brief), angry Steve, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 103

Family Fractures

The tension inside the car was palpable, thick as fog. Steve’s eyes were locked on the road ahead, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, but the anger in his posture was unmistakable. Y/N, sitting behind him, felt the atmosphere suffocating, every inch of her body thrumming with the need to scream or run—anything to break this unbearable silence. Beside her, Bucky’s quiet presence was almost a comfort, though he, too, seemed unsure of how to proceed.

Sam sat in the front, his gaze darting between the two of them, trying to gauge what was going on. The silence was deafening, and it was obvious to him that something was seriously wrong. He shifted in his seat, feeling the weight of the conversation that had yet to happen.

Y/N finally broke the stillness. “Steve, I’m trying here,” she said, her voice quieter than she intended. But before she could go any further, Steve’s voice cut through, harsh and laced with frustration.

“How did you let this happen?” he demanded.

Y/N blinked in surprise, her stomach turning at the edge of anger in his voice. “What do you mean, Steve?” she almost whispered. “I think it’s quite straightforward how it happened.” She glanced between Bucky and Sam praying they wouldn't figure it out.

Steve’s grip on the wheel tightened even more. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched as he glared ahead. “You know what I mean, Y/N. It’s not like back in the war. There’s things to use now to stop this.” His words came out in a rush, as if all of it had been building inside him for too long. The disappointment, the anger, the helplessness.

“Are you really doing this right now?” Y/N’s voice shook with the sting of his words. “This is my life, not yours.”

Bucky, who had been sitting in the seat beside her, was still. He could feel the weight of the conversation pressing in on him, but for once, he didn’t know what to say. Sam turned slightly, glancing between Steve and Y/N, sensing the conflict but unsure how to ease the tension.

Steve finally whipped around, his eyes hard with disbelief. “Who’s is it?” His voice wasn’t just angry now; it was almost accusatory, as though the answer would somehow explain everything.

Y/N froze. For a moment, the words stuck in her throat. She could feel the pressure building, the weight of his expectations suffocating her, and yet... it was Steve. He was her brother. This should have been easier.

“Steve... I’m not—”

“Who’s is it?” His voice cut through her attempts to explain.

The words stung, and the sharpness of his tone pierced through her fragile composure. “I’m not doing this, Steve. I’m still processing it myself,” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Steve wasn’t done. His words were a cold slap in the face. “Oh my God. You don’t even know, do you?” he said, realization flooding his face, but it was coated in disbelief.

Y/N’s stomach twisted painfully as she tried to hold onto the shred of composure she had left. She hadn’t expected this from him. Not this level of disdain, of accusation.

And then, Steve’s words cut deep, the jagged edge of his disappointment raw and cutting.

“I never expected this from you,” he muttered, his voice tight. “Never expected you to get pregnant by someone and not even know who the father is.”

Her breath hitched. It felt like the ground beneath her was being ripped away, and in that moment, the hurt stung like a thousand needles.

“Never expected my sister to be such a slut,” Steve added bitterly.

The air in the car went completely still. Sam’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth slightly agape. Bucky’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering between Steve and Y/N, his muscles tense as though he were preparing to jump into the fray at any second.

Y/N’s body shook with rage. Her mouth opened, but the words she had been holding back exploded in a rush. “Oh, I’m such a slut, am I?” she snapped, her voice cracking with the weight of his accusation. “I’m nearly a hundred years old, Steve! I’ve slept with two people in my entire life!”

The words were sharp, harsh, and yet so much more than just a defense. They were a counter to everything Steve had just called her, to every hurtful assumption.

“And one of them is in this car,” she added with finality, her eyes flashing with a defiance Steve had never seen from her before.

A shocked silence fell over the car, the weight of her words sinking in.

Sam’s eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open in stunned silence. “Wait… what?” he breathed, looking back and forth between Y/N and Bucky. He looked at Steve for an explanation, but Steve was still frozen, his face pale as he processed the bombshell.

Sam panicked. “Well I just want to make it damn clear right now, it's not me!”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, his expression unreadable, though there was a flicker of something behind his eyes—something he couldn’t quite hide. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to speak, to explain, but he held his tongue. This was Y/N’s fight, not his.

The tension in the car grew, thick and suffocating, until Y/N felt something hit her—hard. The wave of nausea that crested inside her was sudden, undeniable. It took her by surprise, and her stomach churned violently. She clutched at her belly as if it could somehow hold the contents inside.

“Stop the car,” she gasped, barely able to get the words out.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice cracked with concern, but before he could react, she shouted again, louder this time.

“Stop the fucking car!”

Steve’s gaze darted toward the road, panic creeping into his features. He slammed on the brakes, and the car jerked to a halt, tires screeching against the pavement.

Without another word, Y/N threw open the door, her hand clutching her stomach as she stumbled out of the car. She barely made it to the side of the road before she was bent over, retching violently.

Her body heaved with the force of it, and for a few moments, it felt like everything was spinning out of control. She was shaking, the cold night air doing nothing to calm the swirling nausea inside her.

And then, through the blur of her vision, she felt a steadying hand on her back.

She turned her head to see Bucky, standing just behind her, his face a mixture of concern and something softer—something she hadn’t expected. He was careful with his touch, the gentleness of his hand on her back sending an unexpected wave of comfort through her.

“Take it slow, Y/N,” Bucky said, his voice calm but laced with a hint of guilt. “Just breathe.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to steady herself. She felt his touch, the warmth of his hand, and it was like the world around her had quieted just enough for her to hear herself think again.

Sam and Steve were still frozen in shock, but Bucky… Bucky was here. Bucky understood, even if things were complicated, even if everything was falling apart.

She straightened, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her legs shaky beneath her. Her eyes met Bucky’s, and for a brief moment, something flickered between them—an unspoken understanding.

But that moment was fleeting. His voice broke through, full of concern now, laced with an unwarranted betrayal, a wound.

“Y/N, are you—”

“I’m fine,” she managed, though her voice was hoarse. She looked over at Steve who remained fixated on the road that hat come to a halt, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I just need a minute.” She could feel the weight of his stare into space, the judgment, the disappointment, but right now, all she could focus on was the ache in her chest. The ache that had nothing to do with the sickness in her stomach. The ache of a being inside her, who's father she had told she never wanted to see again. The ache of a man beside her who would have given her the world, knowing she had given what they had to someone else.

And then, her eyes slid to Bucky again, and for just a moment, everything else faded.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 102

Truths Uncovered

Y/N’s head pounded. The world around her felt like it was tilting in and out of focus.

A wave of nausea crashed over her as she opened her eyes. The dim light of the derelict building barely illuminated her surroundings. The air smelled of dust and damp concrete. The sound of shifting footsteps brought her back fully.

She turned her head, groaning.

“Easy,” a voice said gently.

Her vision steadied, and she found Steve and Sam kneeling beside her.

She forced a breath out, swallowing back the sickness clawing at her throat. But it didn’t work. A violent surge built in her stomach, and before she could stop it, she turned over, heaving onto the cold floor.

Steve’s hand rested on her back, rubbing soothing circles. “Damn it, Y/N.” His concern was evident.

Sam handed her a bottle of water, his brow furrowed. “That’s the second time in a day you’ve thrown up. This isn’t normal.”

Y/N wiped her mouth, forcing herself to sit up fully. “You try getting punched in the head by a super soldier and not feel sick,” she muttered.

Her head throbbed with every pulse of her heartbeat, but she forced herself to focus. A few feet away, Bucky was still unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily.

Steve sighed. “Yeah, well, I still don’t like it.”

Y/N pressed her fingers against her temple, breathing through the pain. But then Steve’s voice shifted, lowering slightly.

“What did he mean?”

She frowned, glancing up. “What?”

Steve’s blue eyes were steady, analyzing. “Bucky. Before everything went to hell, he looked at you and said he remembered you.”

Sam shifted slightly, also looking at her now.

Y/N’s throat felt tight.

She could lie. She should lie. It wasn’t relevant anymore.

But before she could answer—

A groan.

They all turned sharply as Bucky stirred, his head rolling slightly before his eyes blinked open. He exhaled sharply, then groaned again, bringing a hand to his face.

Steve was already moving toward him. “Bucky?”

Bucky’s movements stilled. He turned his head, blinking at them, as if assessing the situation. His gaze moved from Steve to Sam, then finally to Y/N.

“Before you start, I want to know which Bucky I’m talking to.” Steve declared, warily.

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Then—

“You’re Steve,” Bucky rasped. A small, tired smirk played on his lips. “You used to put newspapers in your shoes.”

Steve inhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

Bucky huffed a breath of laughter before his eyes landed on Y/N.

Something softened in his gaze.

“I remember you,” he murmured.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. There they were again, the words that made complete sense to them, but left Steve and Sam’s eyebrows furrowed yet again.

Bucky’s expression shifted, something distant flickering in his blue eyes. “You always smelled like vanilla,” he said quietly. “Used to drive me crazy. I’d find any excuse to lean in close just so I could breathe you in.” A ghost of a smirk touched his lips. “You called me a flirt.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her chest aching with something unspoken.

“I remember saving you,” Bucky continued, his voice low, laced with a painful memory. “I remember you crying in an alley, broken.”

Steve’s eyes shot to her then, suspicion flickering across his face, like he was piecing something together.

Y/N's mind raced, the weight of everything that had happened crashing down on her. Bucky’s 'death.' The shadows of Nick Fury’s suspicion. The Avengers' wariness of her power. Wanda. Ultron. HYDRA. And now, Loki—she had faced it all. And through it, she realized something.

She didn’t need saving anymore. She had rebuilt herself, piece by piece. No one had been there to pull her out of the darkness. She had done it alone.

She met Steve’s gaze, her voice steady, but sharp with the truth. “Yeah, it’s been a long time since I needed saving.”

But before he could say anything, Bucky’s eyes widened slightly. He sat up straighter, wincing as he moved.

“What happened?” His brow furrowed. “Did I—”

His expression turned panicked.

Steve hesitated before speaking. “The doctor… he said some words, and…”

Realization dawned on Bucky’s face.

He turned to Y/N, his throat bobbing. “Did I—” He inhaled sharply. “Did I hurt you?”

Y/N hesitated before nodding slightly. “You knocked me out,” she admitted, voice quiet.

Guilt crashed over his features. “I—” He clenched his jaw, looking away. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N shook her head. “It wasn’t you, Bucky.”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

“Funny. Didn't think I had it in me, always remembered you to be a force to be reckoned with.” He remarked.

Another wave of nausea hit Y/N like a truck. “Yeah, neither did I.” She barely had time to move before she was doubled over again, stomach twisting painfully.

“Okay, no,” Steve said firmly, standing up. “That’s it. I don’t care if we’re fugitives, I’m taking you to a hospital.”

Y/N barely had the strength to argue.

Steve was determined.

With Sam and Bucky laying low in the car, Steve managed to sneak her into a small hospital on the outskirts of town, the same one Nicky Fury went to when he was shot. Discreet. He kept his hood low, his grip firm on Y/N’s arm as he guided her toward the front desk.

They were taken into a room quickly, the doctor arriving soon after.

Y/N sat on the examination table, her fingers twitching slightly against her lap. Steve sat nearby, arms crossed, gaze flickering between her and the door, ever the protective soldier.

The doctor glanced up from the clipboard. “Would you like your brother to stay for this?”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. Why wouldn't he, what did he have to say?

Steve’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t question it.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “It’s fine. He can stay.”

Steve gave her a small nod, relaxing slightly.

The doctor ran some standard tests—checking for a concussion, monitoring her vitals, drawing some blood. But something in his expression shifted slightly as he looked over the results.

Y/N frowned. “What?”

The doctor hesitated. “Your blood work is… unusual.”

She tensed slightly.

The doctor gave her a reassuring smile. “But, considering your abilities, I assume that’s normal for you?”

She nodded stiffly.

Still, something in her stomach twisted.

The doctor flipped through his notes again before glancing back at her. “Ms. Rogers… are you aware that you’re pregnant?”

Y/N’s entire world stopped.

The air left her lungs.

She felt Steve stiffen beside her.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else.

She couldn’t breathe.

The doctor kept talking, something about how far along she was, possible symptoms—but Y/N wasn’t listening.

Because all she could hear was the deafening roar of realization crashing through her mind.

The nausea. The fatigue. The off-balance powers.

It all made sense now.

Her lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“…What?”

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Part 3]

66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95

[All other parts are here.]

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Part 2]

27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65

[All other parts here.]

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

[Part 1]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26.

[All other parts are here.]

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, jealousy, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 4]

Chapter 101

The Burdens We Carry  

The air in the government facility was stale, laced with tension that none of them could shake. Y/N sat on a cold metal bench, her elbows resting on her knees, her hands clasped together. She had felt off since Sokovia, since Lagos, since… everything. But she couldn’t explain it.  

And now, Steve was watching her with open concern.  

“What’s going on with you?” he asked softly.  

Y/N exhaled slowly, blinking away the fog in her mind. “I don’t know what you mean.”  

Steve gave her a look. “Your powers. They’re not right.”  

She stiffened but said nothing.  

“You’re pale,” he continued, as if she wasn’t already aware. “You’re slower. You’re barely using your abilities. I saw you try to stop T’Challa earlier, and it was like…” He hesitated, searching for the right words.  

“Like I wasn’t even trying,” she finished for him.  

Steve’s expression softened. “Y/N—”  

“I don’t know,” she cut him off, voice more strained than she intended. “I don’t know what’s wrong, Steve.”  

And that was the truth.  

Because whatever had been happening to her since Sokovia, since Loki—it wasn’t just physical. It was inside her, deep in her bones, gnawing at her power, at her very sense of self.  

Before Steve could respond, the door to their holding area slid open, and Tony stepped inside.  

“You two done with the whispering?” he asked, his tone sharp. “Because we’ve got a bigger problem.”  

Steve turned to him, already tense. “Tony—”  

“We should check on Bucky,” Sam interjected, before another argument could start.  

Tony scoffed but didn’t fight it. He simply turned on his heel and strode toward the observation room.  

Y/N followed, pushing down the rising unease in her stomach.  

---

Bucky sat behind the reinforced glass, his posture rigid, hands clasped together in his lap. But his blue eyes were alive. More present than she had ever seen them.  

She felt it the second she stepped inside.  

The shift in the air, the way his shoulders stiffened, his head turning just slightly—  

He knew she was there.  

Y/N swallowed hard.  

Steve stepped forward first. “Bucky…”  

Bucky lifted his gaze, an understanding of him in his eyes for the first time in decades.  

“I remember all of it,” he said, voice rough but steady. “Not everything… but enough.” His eyes flickered to Y/N, lingering for a fraction too long. “Enough to know what I’ve done.”  

Steve inhaled sharply, taking a step closer to the glass. “It wasn’t you, Buck.”  

Bucky’s expression flickered, something old and broken washing over his face. “It was still my hands.”  

Y/N barely breathed.  

For a moment, she wasn’t in this room.  

She was in the 1940s again.  

She was in Bucky’s arms, tangled in warm sheets, their breath mingling as he kissed her slowly, hands memorizing every inch of her skin like he never wanted to forget—  

But he had.  

He had forgotten.  

And now, here he was, remembering everything.  

“Y/N…” Bucky’s voice pulled her back to the present.  

She blinked. “Yeah?”  

His brow furrowed slightly, something unreadable in his expression. “I remember you.”  

Steve frowned. “Of course you do, she was—”  

“No.” Bucky shook his head, gaze never leaving hers. “I remember you.”  

Y/N’s breath hitched.  

And suddenly—  

A flicker.  

A flash of something in his eyes.  

The warmth of his skin against hers.  

Her laughter, muffled as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, whispering promises he never got the chance to keep—  

“Then save a kiss for me.”  

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Bucky—”  

The psychologist, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke.  

“Shall we begin?” He said, slightly impatiently, as he motioned for them to leave the room. Y/N scanned him. She was unsure, something about him made her feel uneasy, but she looked to Steve, then to Bucky then back to the doctor, and reluctantly left.

Something inside Y/N twisted.  

As they made their way back to the table room, where they had left Tony, they watched the cameras on the two. Listened to them discuss general psychologist questions. But then a shift in the air, that made every hair on y/n's body stand on edge

“Something is wrong.” She said

Her instincts screamed at her, but before she could *place it*—  

The man leaned forward, his voice slow, deliberate.  

“Zhelaniye.”  

The air *shifted*.  

Y/N’s stomach *dropped*.  

“Rzhavyy.”  

Bucky’s fingers twitched.  

“Semyndtsat.”  

Y/N *moved* before she could think, stepping forward, hands pressed against the glass. “*Bucky—*”  

His blue eyes darkened.  

Steve’s entire body tensed. “No. No, no, no—”  

“Rassvet.”  

And then—  

Nothing.  

Bucky’s face went blank.  

The Winter Soldier was awake.  

It happened fast.  

Alarms blared.  

Bucky exploded from his chair, shattering the reinforced glass like it was paper.

Natasha moved first as he made his way through the doors effortlessly. She struck fast, aiming for pressure points, but Bucky blocked effortlessly, his metal hand catching her wrist and slamming her into the steel wall.  

Y/N lifted a hand—  

Nothing.  

Panic gripped her.  

Her powers—  

Why weren’t they working?  

Bucky turned toward her.  

She barely had time to react before he was on her, his metal arm swinging in a blur. She teleported instinctively. reappearing just a few feet away, but she was slower than usual.  

Her vision tilted.  

She couldn’t breathe.  

Steve lunged between them, shield up, blocking a brutal strike meant for her.  

Tony fired a repulsor blast—  

Bucky dodged.  

He grabbed a rifle.  

Turned.  

Fired.  

Y/N moved before she could think, teleporting directly in front of Steve, hands raised—  

But her power flickered.  

She was too slow.  

The next thing she knew, Bucky’s metal fist collided with her head.  

Her vision exploded into white.  

And then—  

Darkness.