till the end of the line pal ophelia | 25 | she/her | queer aspiring screenwriter who is happy to write fics about Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, stucky, ironstrange & stony requests Open [x] Closed []
yâknow I am so shooketh that itâs day five of these prompts and I've not written over 2k yet (very unusual) also apart from not posting yesterday bc election and not sleeping I've been writing and posting every day. this is just a ramble bc I'm so proud of myself for this small feat. I'm also having to somehow write three pics tomorrow bc I work weekends so fits on Saturday and Sunday will be pre-written and queued to post - ophelia xo
Prompt (in bold): 22 â âCan you please come and get me?â
Pairing: 3 â Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky hates fireworks but his girl needs him; cue Bucky Barnes saves the day.
Warnings: a little bit of angst, mentions of PTSD and fear of loud noises and crowds, strong language, fluff. (also some implied Sam x Steve because itâs me and if there ainât some hint of LGBTQ+ representation then it ainât me)
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: This is day 5 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x). Endgame? What Endgame. Never expect me to write a fic where Endgame is a thing that happened. As far as Iâm concerned Tony and Nat are still alive and kicking and Steve is not an old man and never went back to Peggy. Also happy bonfire night (Iâm trying to take pics of fireworks with my disposable camera and itâs not going well because no one has the decency to let them off over the back side of my house so I can open the office widow all the way and actually get photos without the glare of the glass in the way.)
Bucky had made a new and recent discovery since coming back into civilisation with a less mushed up brain. He hated fireworks. It was the loud noises really, because he loved the colours. Tony had made him some special headphones that would cancel out the noise completely and although they were great and worked perfectly; see Steveâs last birthday at the lake house. This time no one was letting them off around the compound so if he wanted to see the beautiful colours in the sky; it would require him attending a fireworks display. The thing he hated more than loud noises was large crowds.
      Now this wouldnât be a problem if it werenât for the fact he was dating Y/N. She, on the other hand, was not a former assassin with a metal arm who had PTSD and a myriad of other problems. She loved going to fireworks displays. Theyâd only been together for three months and Bucky had mentioned his hate for large crowds and noises, so she never invited him, but he knew she was going to a display.
Heâd asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to black out the blinds and had invited Steve and Sam up for movie night knowing they werenât the biggest fans of fireworks either. So, with guys night underway; they were having the best of time. Watching some comedy movies and eating junk food. That was until Buckyâs phone rang. Not many people had his number and two of them were sitting next to him on the couch. It was Y/N. Frowning, he answered.
âHey doll.â His voice soft, he couldnât help but wince when he heard the boom of a firework in the background.
âCan you please come and get me?â she sounded on edge as she spoke, and Buckyâs hackles had risen.
âYeah sure doll, is everything alright?â He replied, already jumping up to grab his coat and boots. Much to the confusion of Sam and Steve.
âUhm no, not really. All my friends have left me, and Iâm lost.â She croaked. Unbeknownst to Bucky, Y/N was also not a fan of large crowds if she was solo and her biggest fear was being lost in a swarm of people unable to get out of the situation.
âIâll be there as soon as I can Y/N just hold on.â He went to hang up when her shaky voice came through the line.
âCan you stay on the line please; I can mute myself so you donât hear the fireworks but can you just.. keep talking?â He was concerned by how shaky she sounded.
âYeah, yeah whatever you need doll.â It went silent on the other end, so he assumed sheâd muted herself after checking to see that they were still on a call. âHey guys, Y/N needs me. Iâll be like an hour or so.â He muttered.
âIs everything alright?â Steve asked.
âI dunno Stevie, she said sheâs lost, and she sounded so damn scared.â
âYou gonna be alright with the fireworks man?â Sam asked as he stood up, ready to follow Bucky if he wanted him to.
âShe needs me.â Was all he could answer.
âWell Iâm coming with you, if sheâs lost then you get lost then.. well youâre both fucked.â Bucky snorted.
âAlright, alright.â
âMe too, hold on let me grab the headphones. Someone has to be there in case Sam gets lost.â Steve sighed causing Sam to raise an eyebrow at the star-spangled man.
âYouâre a dick you know that?â
âYou wouldnât have me any other way.â Steve smirked, winking at the falcon before jogging to go grab them their headphones.
      Bucky bit his lip and it must have been too quiet for Y/N because next thing there was another boom in Buckyâs ear before her voice filtered through the line.
âBucky.. you still there?â
âYeah sorry doll mâjust waiting for the two idiots to get their shit together. Theyâre tagging along.â He heard her whimper through the line, and he knew that couldnât be good. âOh no baby, please donât cry!â
âIâm sorry! I shouldnât have called now Steve and Sam are getting dragged into my mess. I shouldnât have come; I should have stayed with you and we could have had a night in but no I was determined wasnât I? I canât do anything right.â She rambled. Bucky had, had enough life experience, and therapy sessions, to know that Y/N was spiralling.
âWhoa, whoa doll slow down. Youâre okay, Sam and Steve are coming so I donât get lost looking for you. You know my sense of direction is shot. Theyâre coming to save my ass whilst I save yours. Also, you know them, always down for a mission.â He said softly, trying to keep her calm. It earned a small laugh from her which he took as a victory.
âNothing to be sorry for doll, weâre leaving now. We wonât be long.â They truly wouldnât be. The field that was holding the display was only a fifteen-minute car ride away. Sam took the driverâs seat and Bucky the passenger seat with Steve in the back trying to come up with a game plan. It was decided that theyâd split up but theyâd brought their comm units with them so they could keep in touch. Once they pulled up at the entrance and got out the car they realised quite quickly how Y/N was able to get lost.
âShit doll, no wonder you got lost in this! Sâlike Disneyland.â Bucky spoke as he looked around, heâd been talking to her the whole car ride. It also helped distract him from the noises around him. He knew the two other men would be wearing the headphones, but Bucky was able to push the noises of the fireworks to the side; he had a mission to do. Although he knew the minute heâd get to her heâd have to put them on but for now he just needed to get Y/N.
      Bucky had relayed what she said she could see to the boys and they all took three different paths that led to the crowd and surrounding areas that sounded like where she could possibly be. It took about ten minutes to find her but in the end it was Bucky who did. He found her sitting on the grass in the corner, knees up to her chest with the phone still pressed against her ear. In fact, heâd nearly walked right past her. Hanging up the call, he watched her eyes widen as the line went dead.
âDoll?â She quickly looked up to see her boyfriend standing there before launching herself at him. He picked her up softly, making sure she was locked in place. âOh, thank god, youâre okay baby Iâve got you.â He whispered as he peppered her face with soft kisses. âCan you do me a favour?â
âUh huh.â She mumbled, her hands cupping his face.
âGo into my pocket and grab the headphones for me.â She nodded and while she was doing that he sent along word to Sam and Steve that he had her and heâd meet them at the car. He smiled softly as she slipped the headphones over his ears for him and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He encouraged her to bury her head in his neck as he carried her out towards where theyâd parked the car. He hadnât known Y/N for long but what he did know was that he was starting to fall head over heels for her. He wasnât a fan of falling, for very obvious reasons, but falling for her? Well, that might just be the quickest fall and comfiest landing heâs ever had; and heâd do it over and over again.
Prompt (in bold): 8 â âI donât know whatâs wrong, okay? Iâm just really tired.â
Pairing: 1 â Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: The exhaustion started around six months into dating Chris. It crept up on her, but she barely noticed it.
Warnings: TW for anxiety, depression and allusions to self-harm (not mentioned by name nor anything graphic just thereâs a small section where if you read between the lines it may strike a chord so itâs truly just a warning.) A smattering of hurt but with a big dose of comfort & strong language.
Word Count: 894
A/N: This is day 4 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x). This is a day late I'm so sorry! This was so cathartic to write as someone who has struggled, and still struggles, with mental health. You are heard, you are understood and donât let anyone ever diminish your mental health. Just because they canât see it doesnât mean it is not there. Iâm always here for anyone that needs to talk.
The exhaustion started around six months into dating Chris. It crept up on her, but she barely noticed it. When she met Chris on the set of Infinity War, where she was working as a runner, had been the best day of her life. They had both been friends for a year before Chris gathered up the courage to make a move on her.
      Truly, nothing really changed when she started dating Chris. They just kissed and made use of Chrisâ king size bed but the fundamentals of their fast friendship, the cuddles, the closeness, the inside jokes; very much carried over into their relationship. So, when the exhaustion started to creep in; neither of them noticed it at first.
The week before their six-month anniversary, she couldnât prise herself out of bed for the life of her. Chris had been gone for a couple of days, doing press for Infinity War and sheâd planned to make him a nice romantic dinner to celebrate him coming back. Sheâd planned to take Dodger a nice long walk but when she woke up; it was like she couldnât move. She was locked in place. Eventually she had to phone Scott and ask if he could take Dodger for the day. He was concerned, obviously, but she passed it off as just having come down with something which was believable, and Scott let the subject go after making her some tea and taking Dodger away.
      She nodded off again, only to be awoken hours later by a calloused hand running through her hair and another gently pressing the back of their hand to her forehead.
âHi sweetheart.â She heard Chrisâ voice. âScott said youâre coming down with something.â Y/N jolted up at that, realising that Chris was home.
âShit, what time is it!?â
âAround 7ish.â He replied softly as he moved to take her hand, but she was quick to move and pull herself away. Rubbing at her eyes as she moved towards the bathroom. Chris was concerned to say the least, heâd never seen his girl like this in the whole time heâd known her. She was always bubbly, and it was as if a smile was permanently etched on her face. Now, the smile was gone as was the sparkle in her eyes. He had an idea as to what it could be, heâd suffered from it himself, but he could also be wrong.
âDo you mind if we just order in tonight?â She muttered from where she was leaning against the sink.
âSure baby girl, âcourse we can. Do think youâre coming down with the cold or-â She was quick to cut him off.
âI donât know whatâs wrong, okay? Iâm just really tired.â a slight bite to her words. Chrisâ hand rubbed against the back of his neck, in no way taking her tone to heart. She was hurting, he could see that now.
âThatâs okay, tell you what..â His words soft as he approached her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her into his side. âYou finish up in here and Iâll order us some dinner and we can lie in bed and watch some TV or a movie. Whatever you want.â She could feel the tears starting to well up and she nodded, letting Chris press a kiss to the top of her head.
      Moving back into the bedroom, she pulled on some fresh pyjamas and curled back up under the duvet. Cocooning herself in. She was scared because sheâd been pushing the thoughts of why she was feeling like this to the back of her head. Itâd been a decade since she last felt like this and it had landed her in a bad, bad way because she didnât have a great support system at the time. She also didnât know what it was at the time, everyone told her it was a teenager thing. The way she was feeling, the things she was doing to help combat everything going on in her mind was either ânormal, everyone feels that way sometimes; we all have bad days.â Or attention seeking, âgrow up, youâre a teenager your hormones are all over the place. Just talk about your feelings instead of doing that.â
By the time Chris came back in to tell her heâd ordered the food, the tears were coming freely down her face. Her body shaking under the layers of duvets and blankets as she willed herself to keep as quiet as possible. Chris though, was having none of it. He was under the cover and had Y/N in his arms in seconds. Rocking her back and forth softly. Soothing her. He knew how bad it hurts but she wasnât alone, she would never be alone again.
âIâve got you baby, Iâm right here.. youâre okay. I love you so much.â He muttered in her ear, pressing kisses to her hair and tightening his arms around her as she clutched on for dear life. Yes, sheâd badly struggle for a couple more days but this time around she had amazing friends and her boyfriend, and his family supported her immensely. So, going to therapy knowing that Chris was beside her to hold her hand throughout gave her strength. This time, the battle wouldnât be as hard to fight. This time she was safe. This time; sheâd win.
Prompt (in bold): 25 â âI was worried. You could have at least called.â
Pairing: 7 â Johnny Storm x Reader
Summary: You and Johnny are engaged and happy.. right? Well thatâs what you thought.
Warnings: angst, strong language
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: This is day 3 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x). Welp.. this is my first attempt at an âx readerâ fic from scratch. Iâm truly sorry if itâs terrible. Iâm so used to third person that this was tricky to write. Also, sorry not sorry âbout the angst.
It was a random Thursday in August when everything went to shit.
Johnny had gone to bed with you, radiating enough heat that the air conditioning was a constant staple in your life. Sometime between falling asleep and the time your alarm had gone off, Johnny was gone. It wasnât unusual for him to leave; he was the human torch after all and one fourth of the Fantastic Four so of course he had to leave sometimes at the drop of a hat to go ahead and save the world. He always left a hasty note written in his chicken scratch or even a text if he was in a rush but this time; there was nothing.
Biting your lip, you pushed yourself out of bed and got ready for the day. You worked at the local coffee shop down the road. Thatâs where you two had met four years ago. The man no one thought could be tied down proposed to you on Christmas Eve just passed and you were ecstatic to finally get to marry the love of your life.
Heading into the kitchen you made yourself a morning coffee, checking your phone just in case Johnny had left you a message or a voicemail. He hadnât. Grumbling to yourself you took a sip of your coffee before heading through to the bedroom to get ready for the day. You couldnât bare to turn on the news lest you see anything about whoever or whatever Johnny was fighting today.
      Work went by quickly, you didnât have a TV there, so the news wasnât on. At least it wasnât in Manhattan, people were going about their everyday business as normal so he couldnât be here. The most you heard was that the Avengers were in Italy on a relief mission but the Fantastic Four rarely worked with the Avengers, only if it was something uncontainable and they needed reinforcements.
Getting home, you expected to hear Johnnyâs music blasting but there was nothing. Sighing you still called out his name. No response. Still no messages or notes. Youâd checked everywhere before you ran out to work in case it had slipped under the bed or fallen off the kitchen counter. To say you were worried was an understatement. If he wasnât here by morning you told yourself youâd call him and if he didnât answer, youâd send a message to Suzie.
Morning came and still no messages from Johnny. Youâd slept at most, an hour, the entire night. Hoping every little noise you heard was Johnny coming home, every notification on your phone a text from him. Nothing.
âFuck this.â You grumbled, rummaging for your laptop so you could check your google alerts. You didnât have them on your phone because you knew youâd get too into them, too obsessed with every mention of Johnny and a mystery blonde, brunette or red head. You trusted him with every part of your soul, but you hated seeing the alerts even though you knew they were all just for show. Usually some fan-girl or fan-boy who wanted a picture with him and the news outlets always tried to twist it.
There was nothing.
Nada.
Diddly squat.
That was beyond unusual. The last google alert was from three days ago and it was of you and Johnny on date night. It had been one of Starks annual galas and the Fantastic Four had been invited. Youâd never been to a gala before and Johnny wanted to indulge you. Looking at the photo of you two slow dancing brought tears to your eyes. Where was he?
      Searching through your contacts, you clicked on Suzieâs name. You hoped to god sheâd answer. Three rings later and your future sister-in-lawâs voice came down the line.
âY/N?â She said with a soft sigh.
âH-Hey Suze.. uhm.. is Johnny alright itâs just I havenât heard from him this morning.â Biting your nails as you waited for Suzie to tell you heâd broke his phone; they were out of cell range.. anything but-
âYeah heâs here, hold on.. Johnny!â You felt relief wash over you. He was okay. âUhm Y/N, sorry Reidâs just pulled him aside for a minute. I promise Iâll get him to call you as soon as heâs done.â
âWas the mission a hard one?â
âMission?â
âYeah.. I- you guys went on a mission right?â
âNo.. havenât been on one in a couple of weeks.â That stopped your heart. If there was no mission then why did Johnny have to leave that early without a note? Youâd assumed that heâd been off saving the world when really heâd been in Manhattan the whole time. You could feel the tears starting in your eyes.
âSuzie, sorry I have to go.â You said quickly, not waiting for a reply before you hung up. Giving into the sobs that so desperately wanted to tear themselves out of your throat. Throwing your phone aside you pulled the covers back over your head and burrowed yourself in. You werenât coming back out for anything or anyone.
It was hours later when you finally woke up, having cried yourself to sleep. The sound of the front door closing finally registered as what had woken you up. Leaning over to grab your phone you saw the missed calls from work, Suzie and Johnny.
âHi..â You were surprised you didnât get whiplash from how fast you turned your head to the bedroom door. Johnny was there, he looked like he hadnât slept. âIâm sorry Y/N.â He croaked moving towards you. Raising an eyebrow, you ignored him, pushing yourself out of bed and heading into the bathroom.
âI was worried. You could have at least called.â Your voice barely above a whisper as you grabbed your toothbrush.
âI know, I know. Iâm so sorry darlinâ.â
âSorry means shit to me right now.â You snapped, glaring at him. âYou just upped and left! What the fuckJohnny?â
âI needed space to think..â Your toothbrush clattered into the sink. You didnât even need to ask what he needed the space to think about. You knew. You knew because you knew Johnny like the back of your hand.
âAbout us? The wedding isnât even for another eight months!â
âI.. Iâm sorry.â You could feel the tears coming back, but you refused to cry.
âSay sorry one more time. I dare you.â You had hoped that there would be more bite behind your words, but you were drained. You didnât have any fight left in you.
âDarlinââ You stopped him before he could get close enough to wrap his arms around you. Youâd always ran cold; it was something you hated, the constant need for layers was always a pain in the ass. Until you met Johnny. He was a furnace, literally. He always knew how to heat you up, whether that was one of his cuddles or even just his cheeky grin thrown in your direction. Shaking your head, brushing past him as you moved to pack a bag.
âIâm going to Claireâs. You look like you could use the rest, maybe some more time to think.â You croaked. You could feel the cold seeping back into you so drastically it was like youâd just walked into a freezer.
âPlease donât go.. Y/N please!â You could hear the tears in his voice. You didnât reply, slamming the door behind you. Walking onto the streets of Manhattan in the muggy heat of August, you pulled your jacket tighter around you try to curtail the chill seeping through you knowing that youâd just walked out on your furnace; and your heart.
Prompt (in bold): 28 â âHonestly, I only ask for your help because itâs so cute when you try.â
Pairing: 13 â IRONSTRANGE
Summary: Stephen rarely needs his husbands help when heâs working but this time he needs him to hold down a relic. But you know what Sorcerers are like.. sometimes time flies.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Word Count: 737
A/N: This is day 2 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x)Â I was inspired by a scene from Doctor Who season 2 where Mickey, Rose and the Doctor are all on the TARDIS and Mickey is still holding down a button because the Doctor forgot to tell him to take it off. Yâall, that scene lives in my mind rent free.
No one quite understood how Tony and Stephen managed to make their relationship work since they truly both were so alike but somehow it did. It was a rare occasion, but it did happen from time to time, that either one needed help with a project or incantation they were working on. This time it was Stephen.
      Even with the stabilising gloves his husband had made him as an engagement present, there was still things that the sorcerer had problems with and that mainly meant holding things or pushing things down. It was a regular Tuesday morning when Stephen phoned Tony to make his way over to the Sanctum to help him with the tricky spell. It required holding down a relic extremely carefully so it wouldnât break. Wong could have helped but he was out getting groceries.
âSteph?â Tony called from the bottom of the staircase. He expected his husband to call out and tell him what room he was in but, of course, that would too easy. Within seconds of calling out his husbandâs name, he found himself in the Library. Gasping he stumbled as the room righted itself. âI hate when you do that.â
âHuh?â Stephen muttered as he looked up at the disgruntled billionaire. âOh.. sorry about that, I didnât realise. I need your help.â That made Tonyâs eyes sparkle with a grin he was trying not to show.
âMy help huh?â The sorcerer groaned, beckoning the man over.
âStop it, you need to focus or this wont work.â Tony sighed, pressing a kiss to the crown of his husbandâs head.
âYouâre no fun. Just tell me what you need me to do handsome and I promise I wonât break anything.. this time.â Tony had been known to be a little reckless in the Sanctum from time to time.
Stephen raised an eyebrow at him before motioning to the relic on the centre of the table and explained what he needed Tony to do. Nodding along, Tony did as instructed; gently holding down the relic as Stephen got started.
An hour had passed, by the time Stephen finally leaned back to take a break. He jumped a little when he noticed Tony still standing there holding down the relic. The former neurosurgeon opened his mouth a few times before clearing his throat.
      âSweetheart.. why are you still holding that down?â He asked cautiously, Tony just blinked up at him confused.
ââCause you told me too?â Stephen nodded, pushing himself up from his seat to take Tonyâs wrists in his hands. Gently pulling him away from the relic and massaging some circulation back into Tonyâs hands.
âYou can stop now..â Tony furrowed his brows and looked over to where Stephen had been working; something started to click inside the geniusâ brain.
âStephen, would you like to tell me when I couldâve stopped holding down that stupid thing?â
âRoughly 56 minutes ago.â
âWHAT!?â Tony shouted, pulling his hands back and waving them about. Wiggling his fingers as he cursed his husband out. âWhy didnât you tell me to stop?â
âYou were doing such a good job?â Stephen muttered, a sheepish grin on his face but Tony was having none of it.
âTry. Again.â Huffing, Stephen moved to gently gather the man in his arms.
âThere may be a very slight possibility that I got far too into the incantation that I uhm.. may have forgot.. you were here.. at all.â Tony started to wriggle in the manâs arms, but he was very quickly stopped by Levi, Stephenâs trusty cloak, wrapping around them both.
âI donât even know why I ever agree to help you with this magic stuff.â
âHonestly, I only ask for your help because itâs so cute when you try.â Stephen grinned as he placed a soft kiss on his husbandâs lips. âTell you what, how about I let you make that stealth suit for me and weâll call it even hmm?â
      Tonyâs eyes lit up. Stephen had been dragging his feet on agreeing to the stealth suit for months but to finally hear him agree made Tony launch into a ramble about how amazing it would be, and heâd barely even feel it. What Tony didnât know was that Stephen was already going to agree at dinner tonight, the incantation heâd been working on was to go with the suit once it was ready. Funny how things work out isnât it?
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Summary: After Buckyâs first mission back with the team, the quinjet breaks down so the Avengers have to spend the night in a hotel and of course the two boys from Brooklyn pair up; but thereâs a problem. Thereâs only one bed which causes Steve to have a goddamn crisis and Bucky does what he always does, save the punkâs ass.
Warnings: pure fluff that itâll rot your teeth, an extremely over used trope, implied smut (if you squint but read between the lines yâall), strong language
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: This is day 1 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x) Iâm hoping yâall will get smut by day thirty but even with eleven years of fan-fiction writing experience under my belt smut is something Iâve never tried so yâknow have some fluff for now (which is a rarity in itself so count yourselves lucky). ALSO DID I REALLY MANAGE TO WRITE LESS THAN 2K I AM SHOOKETH
Sitting outside on the fire escape, Bucky relished in being back in Brooklyn after so long away. Once again sharing an apartment with Steve, it truly felt like being home again. Except instead of Bucky heading to the docks and Steve staying at home, their roles were switched. Bucky still wasnât called out on missions, not yet anyway. Heâd only recently passed his med and psych evaluation, but he knew Steve was wary about him being back in the field.
      âBuck?â He heard the sleepy voice of his best friend call; it was only then that Bucky realised it was 3am and he should probably be in bed.
âYeah?â He called back, pushing himself to his feet and heading towards the window.
âThereâs a mission, kinda big.â Bucky raised an eyebrow at the towering blonde as he stood in front of him, half in his suit.
âYou wanna bring me in?â Steve sighed, rubbing between his eyes.
âItâs a hydra base, we kinda need your expertise here but you donât have to actively go inside. You could stay on the quinjet and just feed us information.â He rambled; Bucky couldnât stop the small smile that was forming.
âNah I donât mind. Sânot like they can put me under, all the words are gone, and I got the fancy new arm from Shuri. Is everyone going?â
âUh yeah.. think so.â
âWell then punk, looks like my biggest worry is gonna be Stark.â Bucky grinned as he squeezed Steveâs shoulder, heading to pull on his uniform for the first time. It was safe to say he was nervous about what was going to happen, but heâd always had Steveâs six and heâd had his.
The mission itself went exactly to plan, a rarity but it did happen occasionally. The only thing that went wrong was the quinjet breaking down before they headed back causing them to have to stay at a hotel for the night whilst Tony sent for a replacement. They were in a beautiful hotel in the outskirts of Paris, the most romantic city in the world. Tony, as expected, took a room to himself with Bruce and Thor partnering up same with Natasha and Clint which left Steve and Bucky.
      After being handed their keys, the two boys from Brooklyn headed upstairs. Their room was on the top floor with three floors between them and any of the other Avengers which Tony helpfully pointed out with a wink. Steve was used to Tonyâs innuendos and just took the keys with a shake of his head, but Bucky was certainly confused at the implication. So, what if there were three floors between them and the others, what was the big deal? It wasnât until they both walked into the room that Buckyâs brain finally decided to catch up with him.
âTony, you son of a bitch.â Steve grumbled as he looked ahead of him. Bucky raised an eyebrow, peaking to the side of Steve to see what cause the âIâm-disappointed-in-youâ grumble; a staple for 30âs Steve. Mainly seen whenever Bucky would work longer at the docks without telling Steve.
There was only one bed.
âI call dibs.â Bucky helpfully called as he made a beeline for it, jumping on top of it and stretching himself it. He didnât understand why Steve was so disgruntled by it, not like they shared a bed for their whole childhood and even before Bucky shipped out. Saved a lot of money on heating when they could just share body heat.
âIâll take the floor.â Those words from Steve stopped Bucky in his tracks. Pushing himself up on his elbows.
âNo, you wonât.â Bucky muttered as he looked over at the man. âCâmon Stevie, this bed is big enough for both of us. Youâre gonna fuck up your back if you sleep down there.â
âSeriously Buck itâs fine.â Groaning, Bucky pushed himself to his feet. Grabbing pillows off the bed and placing them on the floor. âWhat ya doinâ?â
âWell if youâre gonna be a dumbass and sleep on the floor then I am too. Either we both sleep in there,â He smirked, motioning to the bed. âOr neither of us do.â His hands were placed firmly on his hips, mimicking Steveâs most famous pose.
      Groaning with his head in his hands, Steve rubbed at his face before throwing his hands in the air. âFine! If weâre playing that game then I guess weâre both sleeping in the bed. You win jerk.â He mumbled.
âAlways do punk.â Buckyâs cheshire cat grin slipping straight onto his face as if it hadnât been dormant for seventy years. That only served to make Steveâs heart skip a beat. âNow câmon, Iâm beat.â Steve gulped and made for the bed still in his full uniform, but Bucky stopped him with just a look.
âWhat Buck?â He sighed.
âYouâre not wearing your full tac gear in bed.â Steve felt a blush rise up his cheeks.
âI-â
âStevie for fucks sake just take it off and get into bed. Iâm going into the bathroom if itâs your modesty youâre worried about.â The former assassin grumbled as he made his way into the bathroom. Groaning Steve quickly pulled off his suit leaving him in just his undershirt and boxers. He chastised his past self for not wearing looser boxer briefs.
      You see the problem here was that Steven Grant Rogers had been head over heels for one James Buchanan Barnes since he was fourteen. Now heâd never acted on it because he was in fact; a big âole scaredy cat. With his myriad of health problems back pre-serum he never had to worry about sharing a bed with Bucky because at the time it was just sensible and any appendages that might take interest in snuggling into the most attractive man Steve had ever come across in his life, didnât particularly work; see previous myriad of health problems. Then came war and they didnât really get a chance to share a sleeping bag or even a tent for the short time they were together with the Howlies. Now in the 21st Century with actual honest to god proper heating that you could control at the touch of a button, there was no need to share a bed.
Steve made his way under the covers and buried himself in as far as he could go. As Bucky came back out he snorted at the mound under the covers.
âWhat are you doing?â
âNothinâ mâjust tired.â The man with the apparent plan let out an exaggerated yawn as if to say âlook at me this is not suspicious at all no sir, nothing to see here.â
âUh huh, whatever you say punk.â Unlike Steve, Bucky was quite happy to strip off his tac gear in plain view for Steve. Opting to go shirtless and in the tightest pair of tighty whities Steve had ever seen causing a very unmanly squeak to fire its way out of his throat. He was doomed.
Bucky just rolled his eyes, sauntering over and pulling at the covers so he could get in, since Steve had them in a white knuckled grip. Settling in, Steve moved himself right to the edge of the bed. Bucky had, had enough. This couldnât go on any longer.
âOkay Iâm sick of this. What the fucking hell is up with you!?â Bucky snapped. âEver since I came back itâs as if I smell of shit! You canât get far enough away from me. Gonna tell me whatâs going through that idiotic mind of yours or are we gonna continue playing these games?â
Steve was both heartbroken and slightly turned on at Buckyâs tone. He hadnât meant to have been that obvious in his avoidance but in Steveâs defence it was for Buckyâs own good. The 21st century might be more inclusive than it was back when they were bunking together in Brooklyn, but Steve was still Captain America. He still had a reputation to uphold.
âBuck.. Iâm sorry.â Steve muttered as he scooted closer to the other man. âI didnât mean to be a dick âbout it I just.. Iâm.. well.. thereâs things about me youâre not gonna like.â
âStevie, I like everything about you. Try again.â
âYou donât get it Bucky! I-Iâve been keeping this secret since I was fourteen and I donât- Iâm scared alright?â He croaked, closing his eyes so he didnât have to look at the eyes that gave him his last happy thought before he crashed the Valkyrie into the ice.
      Bucky sighed, placing a soft hand over Steveâs which was lying in between them. âIâve known you since you were seven punk. There ainât no secret about you that I donât already know.â
Steve scoffed, wishing he had the strength to pull his hand away. âSo, you know Iâm gay then?â He snapped.
âYup.â Bucky replied, exaggerating the P at the end. âYouâre not exactly subtle when youâre trying to check out my ass.â Steveâs heart stopped and he truly was a sixteen-year-old kid from Brooklyn again.
âW-What?â
âOh, come on Steve, youâre smarter than this. Your sixteenth birthday in â34, we talked âbout kissing remember?â
âUh huh..â
âRemember I kissed you on the couch, told you we had to get practice in before we went out and got ourself some dames?â It was all coming back to Steve now. The looks Bucky used to give him, how Bucky always flirted with the girls but never took them home.
âSo you-â
âYip.â
âAll this time?â
âYes sir.â
âBut.. how.. why..â
ââCause I never found the right time to blurt out âhey stevie, see instead of practising kissing can we actually kiss for real âcause youâre my best guy and I wanna spend the rest of my life with ya even though weâll probably get arrested but fuck itâ.â Bucky exclaimed, grabbing Steve at the hips and pulling him forward, wrapping his arms around the blondeâs waist.
      Steve couldnât quite believe this was real. He was pretty sure heâd knocked himself out back at the base and this was all a fever dream. Bucky chuckled softly as he moved to cradle Steveâs face in his hands.
âYou like me?â Steve squeaked causing Bucky to erupt in belly aching laughter.
âI think I a bit more than like ya punk. I love you Stevie. Have done ever since I was seventeen.â Steve closed the very small distance between them by practically launching himself at Bucky. Kissing him with every ounce of love and adoration he had to give; which was over seventy yearsâ worth of it.
âI love you too Bucky, have since I was fourteen.â He whispered, peppering kisses to the others jaw. Bucky was the one to initiate the kiss this time around. It was deeper and more passionate than the one Steve had initiated but it held no less love. The kisses didnât stop there, there was seventy odd years of making up for lost time to do.
      If they slept through their alarm in the morning and opted to stay in the hotel for a couple of days longer because, when in Paris; there would be nods of understandings and shouts of âhave fun!â from the others. In reality though, Natasha would find herself with a lot of favours to call in from the others since sheâd been the one to âbreakâ the quinjet. Safe to say, everyone at SHIELD and in the Avengers were wholly aware of how much those two idiots needed to declare their love for each other and just bone for heavenâs sake.
July - what do your summers usually consist of? - staying inside away from the sun like the vampire I am (I severely tore a ligament in my ankle this summer all because I wanted to write some scripts outside) but I also usually got to London most summers.
17 - what is your morning routine? - get up, go downstairs, go back upstairs.. back into bed and read fan fics.
Hello! So I know I'm really new here but I wanted to put together a challenge for myself and I thought some of you might want to get in on it too. Iâve got 30 prompts listed below. You donât have to do what I'm doing, which is trying to do a fic every single day throughout November but you can just pick a few you like and do them. I donât know if this will be a help to anyone but I hope you like it.
PROMPTS
1. Â Â âWhy did you come back?â
2. Â Â âIâm not fine. I know I said I was but Iâm not.â
3. Â Â âI think I might be falling in love with you.â
4. Â Â âShooting star. Make a wish.â
5. Â Â âI think youâll be happy to know that Iâm not wearing any underwear.â
6. Â Â âI vote today to be pyjama day!â
7. Â Â âAre you stupid or stupid?â
8. Â Â âI donât know whatâs wrong, okay? Iâm just really tired.â
9. Â Â âI think I need to sit.â
10. Â âIâm overreacting? Sweetheart, if anything Iâm going easy on you.â
11. Â âStay for me.â
12. Â âYouâre not safe here.â
13. Â âYou donât think itâs a bit.. much?â
14. Â âPull over. Let me drive for you.â
15. Â âJust jam your knee right up my crotch, this is fine.â
16. Â âYou havenât been yourself lately.â
17. Â âHear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.â
18. Â âSheâs not yours.â
19. Â âThere is no us, there never was.â
20. Â âPlease be quiet, I canât even hear myself losing the will to live.â
21. Â âRemember me, Cassanova?â
22. Â âCan you please come and get me?â
23. Â âI never stood chance, did I?â
24. Â âSo.. I just realised.. that Iâve been shot.â
25. Â âI was worried. You could have at least called.â
26. Â âI call dibs.â
27. Â âYou have no idea who I am do you?â
28. Â âHonestly, I only ask for your help because itâs so cute when you try.â
29. Â âI have a solution.â
30. Â âOr you could just not talk to me.. that would work too.â
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