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Dot Harris
semi-selective, indie, canon divergent MCU/Captain America oc. mun is Bug, 22, they/them, likes/follows back from @b3ast0fburd3n
Bio coming soon sorry lol. Long story short she's a WWII nurse that found out she was a shapeshifting alien far too late in life. Helped to found SHIELD, still works with the Avengers as head of medical research.
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"The trick is to not regret the choices you made along the way." Beth Ann Stanton♥️
"Acid?" The word was echoed with further furrowed brows, lips etching into a concerned line. "Why were you using acid, exactly? Is it permanent?" That was his way of also asking how her day was — but not before, of course, making sure that she was okay.
Her casual attitude was a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it was endearing and one of the reasons he loved her. On the other, it led to situations such as this; a smile, brave face, and neglecting to consider how much worse it could have been if things had been ever so slightly different.
Steve's free hand moved to cover hers atop his, a pile of which allowed him to give her a gentle squeeze. It was comforting and reassuring... but also begging to have her SERIOUS attention.
"Why didn't you wear the correct PPE?" Steve asked, expression a mixture of amusement and, now, diluted worry. He had a good memory — always had. And he recalled that they had the correct gloves for handling CORROSIVE substances inside a cupboard not far from her desk.
With a tilt of the head and a small smirk, he added, for good measure and to lighten the mood he perceived to be tanking: "Beth's rubbing off on you a little too much."
"Acid?" The word was echoed with further furrowed brows, lips etching into a concerned line.
Dot presses her lips together, shaking her head, already trying to dispel Steve's ever growing worry.
"No- no, acid as in-!" He's already asking another question before she has the chance to clarify.
"Why were you using acid, exactly? Is it permanent?"
"It's bile. Stomach acid. From a recently discovered frog, they wanted me to find out how acidic it was, this is actually a good thing!" Her tone stays chipper, red lips pulled into a smile. Steve squeezes her hands in both of his, looking at her sideways as a way of asking her to answer his other question.
"It's barely a burn, Stevie, I'll be fine. It'll heal." She mirrors his tilted eye contact, squeezing his hands back. "I promise."
"Why didn't you wear the correct PPE?"
Dot's mouth drops open, a faint tinge of offense taken behind the amusement in her eyes.
"I was-" She giggles, looking back at the scab. "I mean- I didn't know- we didn't know how strong it was, I thought it was enough at the time!" She avoids looking at him, trying not to be caught under his knowing gaze. He knows she's lying, she just didn't want to go through the effort of pulling on the long gloves that went up to her elbow. They restrict too much movement! She would've spilled more if she'd done it 'the right way'.
Dot rubs at her cheeks, already feeling sore from being pulled into such a big smile.
"Beth's rubbing off on you a little too much."
Dot gasps, head tilting in a challenging way. She scrunches her nose at him, then sighs in a longing way, gently pulling his arm along with her as she continues back to their medicine cabinet.
"Well, maybe I'll rub off on Beth instead of you tonight, then." She steps past the threshold of their shared bathroom, climbing up onto the counter and swinging the cabinet door open. "It's just as well," Her voice is muffled by the cabinet, fingers tilting and moving small boxes and pill bottles, searching for some rubbing alcohol and gauze. "Apparently Bucky isn't offering much in that department these days."
The way his expression hardened had her hackles up. By no fault of his own, she was ready for an argument, a fight. Especially when he tossed the plastic takeaway container onto the coffee table and leaned forwards, elbow on knees and lowering himself to her level.
"No one told you to leave."
Right Bucky was — knowing him a little too well, she took the statement as a FRUSTRATED clarification. Whether it was with her or himself, Beth wasn't sure. But it did ease her pounding heart and drying mouth, brows furrowing and breaking the previous blank stare into something more... human.
When he took pity on her and continued to speak, Beth's head tilted not unlike a dog. It was a small thing, stiff with caution and sudden RELUCTANCE. She rolled the eye of Sauron piece between her fingers, deft and with practiced precision, to ground herself as Dr. Raynor suggested once.
While the topic NEEDED to be breached, Beth really hoped it never would. Stupidly, she thought they'd be able to continue this façade without question; the dinners, the not dates, the reorganising, the boardgame nights, the way he made room for her car and motorcycle in the parking lot — ALL of it.
Wishful thinking, Beth thought. Or COWARDICE.
"You're not asking me to leave?" It was the first thing her mouth would allow herself to muster. Her heart desired clarification, while her brain, in all of its mashed up glory, wanted to pinpoint where they stood. Maybe he hated her like everyone eventually did.
"I—" Despite struggling to get her words out, Beth was yet to break eye contact. Learned compliance, a way to show that she was engaged and paying attention. "Y'know, if you don't want me to leave I wouldn't mind staying. I mean, we've got something good, right? And rent'll be cheaper with two of us on the lease... IF your landlord would accept my name on the place."
Waiting for a reply, however short of a duration, had Beth's cheeks heating up with embarrassment. She turned away to fix the piece to the model, fidgeting with it for FAR too long. It wasn't hard to see that she was pretending to struggle.
With the weight of this topic, her stomach churned. She realised this also meant the intrusion of other questions, and it was a PATHETIC power move that had her jaw tensing as she, refusing to look at him, asked: "...what are we, Buck?"
Bucky watches her closely, taking in every dry swallow and darting of Beth's eyes, just trying to figure out what's happening behind her carefully crafted mask.
"You're not asking me to leave?"
Her voice sounds so small. So tired. So confused. Bucky shakes his head gently, chewing at the bundled scars on the insides of his cheeks. Of course he's not asking her to leave, he's trying to figure out how to beg her to stay without sacrificing his dignity.
"I wouldn't-...I couldn't." He stared, maybe for too long, but Beth was staring right back. Something they were both taught, or maybe they were both waiting for the other to morph into someone else and suddenly become mean. For their jaw to crack open in a wicked cackle at the simple thought of sharing a life with the other.
The change never came. Beth moved her mouth, ghosts of words sitting on her tongue trying to form something cohesive. Bucky watches each twitch closely, literally inching off the edge of his seat.
"Y'know, if you don't want me to leave I wouldn't mind staying.
Please. The word falls short of squeaking out of Bucky's throat, but he moves closer involuntarily, lifting himself off of the couch to kneel beside Beth on the floor.
I mean, we've got something good, right? And rent'll be cheaper with two of us on the lease... IF your landlord would accept my name on the place."
"Fuck him if he doesn't." The words tumble out of his mouth before he even registers them. "We'll find a new place." Bucky locks it in as quickly as he can. Stay. In the apartment, with him, whatever she wants. Whatever he's allowed to have. He just doesn't want to lose her again.
She turns back to her little tower, fidgeting with a small piece for a while. In the silence, Bucky wonders if he pushed too far. If it was too much. There's an apology in his mouth, about to find its way out until Beth speaks again, eyes still focused on her building.
"...what are we, Buck?"
Bucky chokes on his own breath, slamming his flesh fist against his chest to clear up the blockage. The question caught him more than off guard. He never actually thought either of them would manage to ask.
"I don't-....I'm not sure...I guess." He sighs, dragging his hand down his face. "What do you want us to be?" Whatever her answer, he'll take it. Roommates. Old friends. ...Lovers. He'll give her whatever she wants, just as long as she promises not to leave again.
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Beth Ann Stanton
Ginnifer Goodwin as Beth Ann Stanton in Why Women Kill. ♥️
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@nightingales-legacy said: For MCU Beth from Bucky
(He's been home a couple hours, mostly in silence, then suddenly-) "You're staying, then?"
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When he came home, the conversation went as it usually did; smiles, a catchup on the day ( brief to anyone else, but concise to them ) , and then going about their activities. While Bucky showered, she retook her perch on the floor and continued to build.
Fixated on the pieces, she paid no mind as he moved to the kitchen, nor when he grabbed a snack from the fridge and then plopped down onto the couch. The silence that followed was best described as COMFORTABLE. Even his watchful gaze was no issue to Beth, not when she was having a decidedly good day.
Raynor would be happy to hear about this, and the thought, for the first time in a long time, had her smiling to herself. It was small, barely there, a ghost. But all the same, Beth buzzed in her own quiet way.
A couple of hours later, the Lego Barad-Dûr set ( Lord Of The Rings was always a personal favourite ) was nearing completion. It stood tall and proud, and she was searching for the eye of Sauron piece when Bucky finally broke the quiet.
"You're staying, then?"
Her ears pricked at the sudden noise, gaze shooting up to where he sat, side eyeing him as she willed her head to be still. Although he didn't look, or sound, upset, angry, or annoyed, Beth's brain went into OVERDRIVE.
Her head moved to look at him fully, if only to cast a glance at the wiltering flowers on the dining table ( and prompting him to do the same ) ; suddenly that made sense, why he hadn't brought fresh ones back yet. Any hint of a smile fell from her lips, rendering her with THE DARK CRUSADER glare, as Natasha had put it once.
Despite the rapid beating of her heart, Beth remained cool. She didn't blame Bucky for kicking prompting her out of HIS space. She blamed herself, at what she had done... for joining HYDRA and being evicted because of it in the first place.
SHAME. It was SHAME that sank her stomach and embarrassment that drug her down to beyond rock bottom. She made a mental note to call Dot after this, see if she could spare a couch floor for Beth to sleep on until she found a place. Raynor will love to hear about this.
"I'll be out by next week." The words were a desperate promise, messy and having no ground for truth. God, it was an ounce of PANIC that made her swallow thickly, brows twitching into a furrow. When's the last time she felt panic? "I didn't mean to overstay my welcome, James."
Bucky had a pretty good day, all things considered. It started with a therapy session. One he almost skipped, just to avoid the judgmental stare from Dr. Raynor and pointed scribbling in her notebook. But he bit the bullet, showed up, sat mostly in silence for an hour, then ran some errands and finally got to go back home.
Immediately after kicking his boots off, Bucky's foot landed on a stray lego. He sighed, slightly frustrated, but picked the plastic out of his sock and went on as normal. He'd become used to the slight annoyance, just as he'd become used to Beth occupying his space. It was a little tense at first, with Beth not wanting to take up too much space and Bucky having trouble finding the words to invite her to spread out. But they'd fallen into the most comfortable living situation either of them had in a very long time.
Bucky went in for a hot shower, trying to scrub the grime of the subway off his skin. He was fully covered, no skin actually touched anything, but it was the feeling of his skin crawling after seeing the inexplicable stains and litter everywhere that needed removing.
He watched the clock as he dried off and re-dressed, waiting for it to click to a specific hour that meant it was time to eat. He went to the fridge, grabbing some leftover take out and moving to eat it on the couch.
Bucky sat down, half a cold burger and wet-looking fries in their plastic container perched on his knee. He picks at it quietly, watching Beth tinker with her little project. Her expression relaxed, almost peaceful as she snaps the bricks into place and glances back at the instructions.
The room had a different energy than it did when he lived here alone. Where his mattress used to sit on the floor was now an area rug and a nice plush couch. He's got real curtains now, not just something to block the light out for his own comfort. Beth even found them a dining table sitting on a curb somewhere, which he soon placed a clear vase on top of to keep full of roses. He made sure to buy her new ones at least every two weeks, the sight of them wilting seemed to bring the whole mood in the apartment down.
Beth had made their house a home, and Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't greatly enjoy returning to it after braving the new world. But every time he thought about it, it set a pit in his stomach. Is she going to take it all with her when she leaves? Is she going to leave...? Bucky hates the idea. Being alone again. Watching her flourish while he wilts like the old man he is.
Then again, why would she waste so much time an energy on nesting if she planned to just pack up and go somewhere else. That didn't sound like Beth. At least not the Beth he knows. He'd been considering how to ask for a few days now, but his blunt way of speaking must have given Beth the wrong impression.
"So you're staying, then?" He tried to make it sound passive. Almost like a deadpan joke, the exact kind that makes Beth grin just enough for him to see. Her face falls, Bucky's spine goes rigid.
"I'll be out by next week."
It makes him sick. Her dead tone, furrowed brow, even the blankness behind her eyes. It's like looking into the worst mirror he's ever seen. His own face scrunches out of frustration with himself for being so blunt.
"I didn't mean to overstay my welcome, James."
James. Not Bucky. Not a nickname, or any hint of familiarity. James. Bucky tosses the plastic container on their coffee table, leaning over his knees to try and ease some of the tension pinching at every nerve in his body.
"No one told you to leave." He grunts. Anyone else would automatically assume he's pissed. He's silently praying that Beth knows him better by now. "Just wanted to know if you're planning on taking everything with you when you... if you go."
He's been sitting on that if for a while now. Too long. They should've talked about this sooner. But communication isn't exactly their strong suit.
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"You need to be careful." Steve says, doting over Dot in their home like a mother hen. "You said lab experiments were safe?" || from Steve @sxskxtoon divider
Dot sheds her coat, yelling a greeting through her shared home with Steve. The fabric catches on the newly formed scab on her wrist, drawing a frustrated scoff. She pinches at the skin, a small snarl on her lip at the memory of her latest research excursion splashing out of its vial to burn her. It doesn't draw any blood, but she still understands the importance of keeping it clean. She runs into Steve on her way back to the bathroom for a band-aid. A noise of surprise escapes her as she collides with his chest, apology being cut short by Steve immediately clocking the new wound on her wrist. He doesn't even have to ask, Dot knows he's upset by the tilt of his brow.
"It's nothing-"
"You need to be careful." Steve rubs his thumb in circles on her hand, just enough pressure to ease the nearby sting. "You said lab experiments were safe?"
"They are!" She insists, placing her hand over his. "...Mostly. It's just a little acid burn. I promise, it's alright. I'm on my way to wrap it, right now." Dot nods towards their bathroom, changing her plan from a simple band-aid to a full gauze wrap to ease his nerves.
