plot: similar to Ryland, you barely remembered the life you had before being forced out of cryo sleep. All you knew was how to fly the ship you were in and that there was a hum in your heart for the man next to you.
A/n: So I know I said I would write this, it just took me a moment to handle school and planning for my graduation to get to writing! Congrats to all fellow 2026 class college graduates!
Waking up felt like a mountain crashing onto your lungs, breathing felt like inhaling sand, and the fog in your brain made everything almost incomprehensible. You sat up, letting the robots in front of you guide you to waking. It appeared there was another awake in the small capsule; he was freaking out and crashing around. You found your way around eventually, and so did the man. Neither of them spoke, or rather knew what to say.
The hazy memories in your brain made no sense; faces and names floated around like the space outside the Hail Mary. You sat next to one another, writing down the things you could comprehend, the only thing both of you could agree on, without words, was the insatiable bond you both felt. A pull in your hearts led you both to seek each other's close company. You sought out his face, watching him try to comprehend the memories in his head.Â
He looked over, âWhat's up?â he asked
âJust wondering how long we spent with each other before this,â you motioned between you, not sure what to label it, âWas acted on.âÂ
âI'm not sure it was,â Grace said. âMaybe we are assuming it did,â He told you, patting your leg. It was a subtle comfort.Â
Bunks were limited, and neither of you felt comfortable enough to sleep alone, so the squished space felt almost comforting. It was not that there was not enough space on the ship for you both to have your own bed; it was just the fact of being in endless space and darkness that made both of you a little queasy about falling asleep alone.Â
*
You walked the ship with the scientist, scrambling to help perform their duty to figure out astrophase. You walked twords the back of the group, a secondhand pilot not as important as the others. You watched from afar as the golden-haired science teacher explained more about the power of astrofase. He caught your eye at one point, pausing for a while.Â
âGrace? Grace! Ryland!â the director said, snapping at the man, causing him to clear his throat.
âRight, sorry,â and continued on.Â
âYou're the pilot, right?â Ryland asked. You were seated out on the ship watching the water pass below. You looked up as he came out twords you, motioning to sit, you nodded.
âI'm only a secondhand pilot; I'm not entirely important enough for the mission,â you responded.
âSure your important, wouldn't have you as someone to go in place if you weren't important.â
âThat'sâŚtrue,â you said slowly, âWhat about you? Science teacher turned lead scientist on the study of astrophase.â
âNo, no, not lead scientist, I'm just one of many,â he said
âSo you get my point of secondhand,â you said to him. He paused and nodded his head.
âI've never been that important.â
âMe either,â you told him, looking back, âBeing on the sidelines was enough for meâŚnow I'm here.â Â
*
The day started how it normally did, staring into space as you tried to figure out how exactly to achieve what you were sent here to do. You could start to remember the mission, but nothing more. As the two of you were watching the stars, a spaceship appeared.Â
ây/l/n,â Grace spoke. Urgency laced his voice.
âGoing, going,â you said, scrambling twords the cockpit. As you took your seat, the autopilot kicked in. Grace stumbled inside, clearly having never entered this space. âGrace! Sit!â you said, pulling him into one of the seats next to you. He squealed as the ship lurched forward.Â
âRocky?â you asked him later, after his mission to talk to the alien in the other ship. You both could only laugh at the irony of the name.Â
âHi, GraceâŚand Grace partenerâ Rocky said as soon as Grace opened the door. You looked at the tiny alien in a crystal-style ball. You waved, having never met him up close before.Â
âRocky? You're in a ball.â
âSo Rocky no die in Grace and partner atmosphere.â
âI'm y/l/nâ you told him
âGrace and y/l/nâ Rocky said as he strolled closer. You watched as he made his way onto the spaceship, glancing back at Grace. He was shocked and followed the fast-moving rock alien. Since that moment, there was no longer loneliness or queasy sleep, knowing there was someone standing guard while the two of you slept. Another oddity of being in space is friendship with an alien.Â
*
Memories floated into your head. You watched from the other side of the table. Ryland looked as if he was going to lose his mind.Â
âYou have two hours to decide.â
The quiet, introverted man before you defended himself till he was blue in the face. You tried to reassure him from across the table, trying to let him know that being in space wouldn't be the worst thing to happen. You would rather have him with you in space instead of knowing he was dying here on earth.Â
You watched as they dragged him onto the ship unconscious, plugged him in, and left. You hoped that when you woke and saw him again, he wouldn't blame you.
*
âDo you blame me?â you asked him in between his work. Rocky looked up, the ever curious alien.Â
âNo,â Grace said, looking up from his work, âI'm not mad I get to spend this time with you in space instead of dying on earth.â
so i saw project hail marry last night and i highly reccomend everyone see it!! this leads me to my poll. do we want to add another ryan gosling character to the list?
short drabble, prompt: "runing into you again", "finding him"
a/n: another daryl story/drabble. I saw an edit and i kept thinking about how he would react to you running to him after finding him again!
Run. All you had to do was run.
Lungs burning, feet slamming into the forest floor, you kept running. You didn't know how long you had run for; you just knew you had to keep moving. You only stopped at night to rest, somewhere at night in a tree, so no one would see you. He would be proud of you for that. Every morning was like a test of fate, wondering if you would find someone, be found, or be bitten. Today was no different; today was another day of staying on the move. Your body moved more and more slowly the longer you tried to keep alive.
A branch snapped behind you; the sounds of the dead followed. You picked up the pace. The more that crowded into the forest, the more desperate you became, running wild and without a plan. You broke through the treeline after you knew you had lost them. You slowed a little, but then you saw him standing there.
There he stood. He was slumped slightly, head down, and arms by his side. He looked tired. A sob escaped your lips when you saw him. He still looked the same, wearing the same outfit, crossbow, and haircut. His hair was a bit more unkept than it had been in Prison, but it was him. Your body moved forward, and the dead foliage broke underneath you.
Daryl slowly turned twords you at the sound. He froze. Your slow movements turned into a sprint. He moved forward to meet you. You felt his arms wrap around you the moment you hit his chest. Your hands flew around him, holding his head and back with every ounce of strength you had left.
Safe. You were safe again. The feeling of being held again by him was enough to bring tears to your eyes. Daryl pulled back from you slightly, searching your face and body for any sign of injury.
âIâm fineâ you told him, voice rough as it came out. Daryl smiled. âIâm fineâ comforting for yourself that you were.
"You're the first good thing to happen to me in weeks,â He told you. You nodded your head, agreeing.
"Me too," you spoke. He noticed the adrenaline leaving your body and the look of exhaustion replacing it.
âCome on, let's find a place to camp,â Daryl told you as you both walked down the road twords the trees to find a spot to sit, eat, and talk.
plot: meetings felt like cold water was thrown into your life
a/n: watching twd again and of course my love for daryl is back! Happy October, everyone! if you want more daryl let me know!!
Meeting Daryl was like having cold water thrown in your face, one moment you're sluggish and the next the world becomes alive. That day on the highway was precisely like that. You were stumbling down the road, barely aware of where you were or who you were anymore. You heard a slight buzzing of sound fill your ear, a soft yell that soon turned into full blood yelling. You whipped your head to look behind you and there he was.
âYa gunna get yourself killed,â the voice yelled, âpack of walkers down that hill.â You looked back towards the way you were going. He was right. Not far down was a pack of walkers making their way back up towards you. You slowly stumbled backwards and turned to walk towards the man before you. He didn't say much, only motioning for you to move faster before darting into the trees. Once you made it far into the woods and the walkers lost you, he turned.
âwhat were ya thinking walking that way?â he asked, anger boiling.
âiâŚI dont know youâ you said at last, âwhy care?â
âcuz, seemed you didntâ he told you, âsomeone âoughtaâ
You blinked up at him. Why would he even care if you were living or dying? Something shown in his eyes that day, understanding, hope, or maybe you imagined it in your dehydrated state. Daryl moved further into the woods, eventually leading you towards a small camp with a small tent. Slowly, he stopped, carefully climbing over the rope trap, lending you a hand over as well.
âMerle?â Daryl called into the space before you. Rustling a few yards out caught your attention when another male stepped from the bush.
âHeya, little brother,â he said, âOh? What whatcha bring back?â he asked, the slow smirk made your gut turn. You moved back, hitting the rope, Daryl noticed.
âKnock it off,â he said, âsheâs...â
âI get it,â Merle said. No other words were exchanged, but a look passed between the brothers. Back then, I didn't know how well Merle could read Daryl. âI won't bite yaâ
After that day, the feeling of waking up never truly left you. Whenever you looked at him, that feeling was always there.
For a while, you were content with the brothers, not sure why they took you in or kept you around. Merle was easier to understand, you know ,he liked getting his fix of being around a woman again, but Daryl was another story entirely. Even when you joined the bigger group that always seemed to expand, Daryl never let you wander too far from him. You never dare ask, but you figured for some reason the two of you were tied together since that day, and he had a kindling of understanding. You both had a dimmer look at life, always keeping your guard up and never truly knowing if a person or place would be the final destination.
It took both of you a while before Daryl ever started opening up. Even after the tension at the Greene farm, you waited until the right time. That day on the farm was the moment the two of you realised that the closeness you had with one another as friends was never going to be enough. It was a night like this, the fire raged as the sunset beyond the horizon. You sat next to each other in the grassy cam you set up just out of reach from the house and the others. When Daryl had decided to move camp, he packed your things and moved them too, only letting you realise once you had gotten back that night. Now you both sat side by side in the new camp. The nights slowly fused together while the days were hectic. You let your head fall to his shoulder, your heart beat blazed in your chest. Daryl moved his arm around you. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of you to know that there was something more between you.
âHow come you saved me that day?â you asked Daryl. You sat atop one of the guard towers at the prison. The sunset was losing its pinks and oranges now. The colors slowly seep into the darkness.
âDon know,â he said as he poked at the meat he was cooking. You gave him a look, Daryl grumbled. âIâŚI saw ya stumblinâ down the road. First i thought ya were a walker then i saw the way you breaded and lifted your head towards the sky so I knew you werenât. IâŚsaw myself in the way you were moving, like you had lost all hope so i wanted to find some for mysel.fâ
âDid you find it?â you asked him. You both were looking directly at each other now. A small smile played on his lips.
âYeah, I did,â he said, leaning over and kissing you. It wasnât anything rough or uncertain. It was like ice shot through you, and the world came alive again. When you broke apart that exact look you saw in his eyes was back, and now you knew what it was. Hope.
Stolen | Bucky Barnes x fem! Widow! reader, Winter Soldier x reader (past)
plot: you were trained with Bucky, saved by Natasha, and now angered by he fact you couldn't save Bucky
Rewrite of Civil War bc I said so
Warning: mentions of violence, abuse, injury
a/n: i like hurting myself a little with these imagines
i dont know if I should have taken out some of the stuff i talked about with her experiences in Hydra but i feel like it layed a good foundation for the care and love bucky would have grown to feel for her
call me crazy
"Hangman, answer me now. You owe me a debt, you stole him from me. I hated you once, I envy you now. Tell me how, Tell me how"
You grew up being trained by him, fighting with him, and now you sat inside an AVENGERS car with a former Widow next to you. Natasha Romanoff sat with a worried look on her face, doing what she could to try and create a better life for the woman next to her. Being able to save you was something Natasha was proud of.
You looked out the window as the buildings of New York passed by. You blinked back memories of your childhood here, not wanting to visit old lives that ended years ago. Your life was stolen by the Red Room, and you only intended to live a new life, not a fantasy.
"We'll be arriving soon. Steve will want to see you." Natasha spoke, her hand coming to rest on your leg, bringing you back to reality. Her movements didn't catch you off guard, but the comfort she was trying to show you was unusual. You nodded your head, focusing back on the buildings.
Soon enough, you walked out of the car and onto the Avengers campus. The big buildings loomed over you, but nothing about them spoke of fear. The large open areas, large glass windows and servalance told you that this building and these grounds were made to be explored by those allowed. You hoped that included yourself.
Natasha led you inside, through hallways, and into a meeting room containing a few Avengers. Two you could remember by name: Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. There were others: a man in a military outfit, a scientist, and a shaggy blond-haired man.
"This the girl?" Stark asked once you sat in the chair facing all of them.
"Her name is y/n, Stark. Play nicely," she warned. Stark only closed his eyes, nodded, and took a deep breath.
"Don't treat me differently just because you're aware of some upbringing I had," you said. Stark's eyes latched onto yours. "Nothing you do will be anything worse than what I have experienced."
"You don't hold back," Steve said, speaking up from beside Stark.
"Why should I? I was taught to strike first." You said coldly.
"We're here to learn about you, red room, Hydra...whatever you can tell us," Steve told you, understanding that you didn't like playing games. You nodded your head. You wanted things laid out, no hiding.
"I haven't been back to the Red Room since I was 14...I was taken by Hydra at that time."
"Taken?" Tony asked.
"More so...Sold." There was a beat of silence. Steve looked like he had a million questions. "I was a part of a program called the Winter-Widow Assignment. They wanted the best in my class to train and work besides..." You stopped talking, your heart and mouth betraying you. Speaking of him, thinking of him only made your heart ache. You knew he was gone or lost or dead somewhere in the world, and you desperately wished you could have been there to help him.
"Who?" Steve asked.
"...The Winter Soldier..." you told them. "He chose me out of the 50 other girls. I was his widow...Hydra hated that he chose me."
"What do you mean they hated that he chose you? Did they not like you?" One of the other men asked.
"Oh, they liked me enough to give me a dose of the Super Soldier Serum they saved. They hated me because he cared for me...James...I was a weakness to him, and they exploited it whenever they could." You told them. Your face was hard set, trying not to let the emotions boiling inside seep out.
"How do you know Buckys name?" Steve questioned standing.
"Lapses in the brainwashing and torture. There were times when he would come to train at the Red Room before I was officially sold out. If he came for more than two days, the treatments would falter, and he would remember bits and pieces, but soon they found out, and he was whipped all over and iced" you told him. "I remember a time when he only ever said your name."
"He remembered me?"
"I'm not sure? He would say your name like...a prayer almost...something he was trying to hold onto that wasn't his own name," you told him.
"AS much as I would love to continue the convo about your pall bucky...What did you mean when you said they exploited you to get him to listen?" Tony asked, steering the conversation and making Steve sit down.
"Many things; punches, electrocution, broken bones...anything to hurt me to make the soldier cooperate so I would stay alive. Before I got the serum...there was a time I couldn't walk for a few weeks, and James...he killed so many people. They iced him for a year, waited for my bones to set, and gave me the syrum. When he woke next, I was different, and that only made him madder." You told them. "I guess you can tell where I'm going with this. Hydra tried to control him, and it worked in some cases; small wounds worked, but the more extreme, the more lethal he would get. Once they figured this out, they tailored the repercussions."
"I'm going to be sick," the man in the military outfit said as he sat down. "That's awful. How come you didn't act up?"
"Because I had to watch a man I...I grew to love being wiped and tortured by his mind and iced over and over again...and I thought if I did what they asked, then the treatment wouldn't be so bad." You admitted. You hated how you let them get away wth what they did. A small smile played on your lips at the memory of when Natasha came to find you at that HYDRA base, only for you to be standing around the dead scientist. Natasha, knowing then you only needed a friend and not a savior, walked with you out of the base and onto a Quinjet.
"How could you love him?" Tony asked. "Hasn't he killed over a dozen people?"
"So have I," you said, staring back. "I loved him not for who he was with HYDRA, but for the moments in between. My training, missions, and things our handlers didn't know about. He was still a man, and he still had a heart that cared for me, whether they wanted him to or not," you told them, emotion now plain as day on your face. "James was a broken man who understood me." You told them, breaking slightly. You had been trying to stay strong, prove that you could handle talking about this, but you couldn't. "He's all alone out there, and I can't do shit about it. I have loved him since I was 14... through everything he's been there...and I'm 25 now and he's not here."
"Well, find him," Steve said, getting up and moving over to you. "I promise."
"Promise me you won't kill him," you asked him, letting your walls down as you stared at the soldier in front of you.
"I swear it."
Two Years later-
You stood in the apartment in Romania, looking at the history books stacked in the kitchen and the small notepad left open. You read the notes, seeing the memories he had remembered written down on the pages. Your name flooded his memories, the moments, the love, the desire to keep you safe. Then you flipped to a new page, your breath hitched. Steve looked at you from where he was in the tiny living space. A question popped over his face.
"he wrote me an apology," you told him. Flipped the notebook to face him and watched as he read the words.
"He truly loved you," Steve told you, looking back up.
"I still do." James's voice broke through the apartment, and the door closed silently behind him. Your eyes met his instantly; you walked calmly to the edge of the island, and the room opened up. There he stood.
"James," Yu spoke his name like smoke, hoping it wouldn't disipate.
"I remember everything we did...I remember our lives together," he said. Steve watched you both, not speaking a word, knowing this was a moment between the two of you.
"I got out...I never stopped looking for you," you said, moving closer to him. James stayed where he was.
"I hoped so," he told you as you walked closer. You were an arm's length away now, and you could almost feel his presence. In that moment, you ran to him, and he opened his arms and pulled you in close. You both needed that moment together just to feel and remember what support felt like.
"Hey, love bugs, time to wrap it up," Tony spoke over the coms
"y/n...Bucky...We have to go," he told you, "Special forces got alerted, we need to get out now." Steve looked between you two, hoping Bucky would come along.
"It's my turn to protect you, okay, so you have to trust me, James," you told the man before you.
"I always have," he spoke back. You opened your hand, and his flesh hand slipped into yours. A smile broke out on your lips. He was home. He was finally home.
plot: set during the falcon and the winter soldier. a small moment between you and bucky
"Go away, Sam," Bucky muttered from his position by the wall. The door creaked closed behind you.
"When I got the call from Sam...I honestly thought we were talking about a different Bucky," you said. Bucky's eyes instantly met yours, knowing your voice anywhere.
"Thought you were on a mission."
"Well, when a friend calls me about my boyfriend, I tend to rush over," you told him. Bucky walked over to you, kicking the puddle at his feet. His boots were worn, wet, and by the looks of it, tired of moving. "Why didn't you tell me...you were having a bad time?"
"I didn't think it would get this bad." He muttered, clearly upset by the fact that Sam had called you down here.
"James," you spoke seriously. "You've lashed out, caused a disturbance on this case with Sam... What's wrong?"
"I know," he said, "I tried to work through it on my own, but then he went and gave away the shield, he gave away Steve." Bucky's words broke when they left his mouth. He had been bottling these feelings up for months and didn't think talking to anyone about it would help.
"My love. Steve died. The shield isn't him." You told him, holding his face in your hands. "Your worth isn't defined by Steve, his title, or his symbols. Steve loved and trusted you, and he knew you were a good man."
"But what if I'm not a good man?" he asked. He looked down at those worn boots, afraid of the answer.
"I'll still be by your side, and so will Sam." You told him reassuringly. Bucky looked at you as if the answer physically hurt him.
a/n: inspired by a tiktok that had steve being bucky back and so here i am running with the idea!! enjoyyy!
Maybe this was Steve's way of repaying you, but more importantly, repaying Bucky
Steve knew how hard it was for Bucky to have come back to the world without you there with him. When he went back in time and saw Peggy and you, it made him realise all the time that was stolen from them. Steve had to walk away from the SHEILD site, now knowing he had to win and get Bucky back to you somehow.
You didnât know it yet, and with the way time has changed, you never would have known the future of living without him.
Before James got shipped off, he had sworn to come home to you, but before he changed the future, you hated him for never keeping that promise.
Steve walked onto the platform with Bucky next to him. He insisted that he needed his best friend's help to return the stones. Bucky only nodded.
It was hot that day, a good 85 in the July heat, when you stumbled into Rebecca Barns. Rebecca quite literally stumbled over her own feet, and before she could hit the ground, you managed to catch her. She instantly clung to you as she fixed her shoes.
âIâm so clumsyâ he muttered and then retracted her hand from you, âoh iâm so sorry i justâŚâ
âDonât worryâ you told her, âiâm glad I caught youâ
It was the truth, and you would forever be grateful for catching her that day. You would never have met James if not for her clumsiness. You were young when you met, and that meant you had the opportunity to grow in loving James.
It was 1949. You were walking back home from the market when you saw someone standing in the road near your house. The home wasn't anything special, but it was the one James had said he liked one time when you were riding on the back of his bike.
James peddled faster through the neighborhood, trying to get home from the park as fast as he could. Steve was trailing behind him, and you were riding on the back of James' bike, holding onto him. He stopped for a moment, glancing at the small, blue painted house in the middle of the block.
"One day we'll live there," he had told you, smiling down. You blushed like crazy that day.
"Hey y/n are you okay? your red?" Steve said as he biked over.
"Try and keep up stevie" James sang as he pushed the bike to go again.
There he was, standing in the street, older, with Steve right next to him. Both of them looked so different, and the moment stuck with you so hard. You dropped your groceries.
James ran over.
"Hey Doll" he said. He looked so diffrent.
"You...You're supposed to be dead," you told him.
"Technically, I am," he told you. Steve still stood a ways back. "What's important is I came back, just like I promised."
"Sweetheart, I promise I'll come home to you," James had said. His army uniform looked like it was made for him to wear. You stood by the train, clutching his hand. You wanted to go with him, serve just as he can, but you were stuck staying in Brooklyn and taking care of the people around you. "We'll get that house too when I get back."
"I got the house," you told an older James. He smiled down at you. "Kept it the same blue you liked."
"I can see that doll," he said. "You save some space for me inside?"
"I always knew you would come back," you told him confidently. James smiled warmly for the first time in years. He was finally able to rest and be back with his girl.
i feel like frank is the type of guy to meet you once and become obsessed. like imagine you meet each other or say he saves you and this man would let you swarm his every thought. i feel like after that he would 100% find out where you live and work and will track you home, figure out your schedule and then somehow after that would find a way to talk to you. it may be stalking but to frank itâs a tactile move to make sure your safe, and no one else has you like he does.
maybe you knew, figured out that the guy that had been tracking you the past couple of days actually was not a bad guy but instead just making sure you got home safe. i think youâd probably be able to figure out itâs frank just by the way he moves.
iâd bet that you would be the first to talk to him like stop on your walk and just motion for him to come over. frank would be so shocked you figured it out and like slowly walk over to you.
after that he would stop fallowing you and just wait outside your work for you to leave and walk home next to you.
plot: what if the reader was immune...and the truth came out
a/n: just an idea bc i was watching the last of us
also thank you to everyone who voted for this to be the next story posted!!
You didn't like lying to them; it was practically the opposite of what you wanted to do. You tried to tell them when they first found you, but you didnât. The words fell from your lips the moment your eyes met his.Â
The group found you when you had escaped from the doctors who had you captive. You were tired, rabid, and scared. You had quite literally run into one of the members of this new group.
 As you later found out, Carol instinctively wrapped her arms around you after you bumped into her. The conversation after that was lost on you; all you knew was that this new group was happy to let you join once they made sure you were alright. They tried asking you about your past group, but you refused to answer. A few of them were cautious of you, including the man who had caught your eye.
You did your best to help the group out on the road before finding the prison. You did what you could. Beyond helping them, you also stuck to Carol's side. Unknowingly, Carol had a habit of making a small family of people with whom she felt a connection. You almost expected her to be wary of you and push you away, but seeing you scared and desperate for comfort, she let you inside her heart.
âYou can bunk with meâ Carol had said to you, motioning to the top bunk. You smiled at her kindness and her comfort.Â
Daryl, however, took the most time to warm up to you. He let you have his share of food, medical supplies, and an extra gun, but he also kept you at arm's length. He would grunt when you didn't eat, shove the rest of his surviving food into your bowl, and then leave, saying he was going on watch. This didn't stop in the prison, either. He always made sure that you got more food than what was portioned for you.Â
You kept everyone else at arm's length, never fully letting them in. You couldn't let them know the reasons why those people had you locked up or why you wore long sleeves. They didn't know about the doctors or the lockup, but you felt that at least a few suspected some dire situation.
The real issue was you were somehow immune to the virus. The thousands of bite marks that scared your skin were hidden underneath your long sleeves and jeans, proving this.
Even in the heat of Georgia, your thin long sleeve was still on.
âYou know you don't have to wear long sleeves now?â Maggie said to you as she rounded towards you. You were watching the yard, leaning slightly on the brick prison walls.Â
âI know. Just more comfortableâŚâ
âBeth wears long sleeves, too,â Maggie said after a moment. You had heard the stories about Beth's attempts early on and how she's ashamed of them now. You knew Maggie was assuming, so you merely nodded your head. âWe don't have to talk about it. I'm here for you.â
You smiled. Maggie was around your age, so for you to say she was treating you like a big sister would be a little off-topic. She was treating you like family, however.
âNow. Are you going to keep just staring at Daryl, or will you ever try?â she asked you. You laughed slightly and moved down the wall so she could share your spot. It was one of the few spots with good sun without the glare. As you both watched over the yard, you realized just how much you liked Daryl.
âWellâŚShit,â you said, âMaybe you're right,â Maggie burst out into laughter. It slowly developed over time the subtle things Maggie would do to get you closer to the man.Â
It started with sitting next to Darly and moved over to make you sit there instead. Daryl would give you a once-over nod and turn back to his food. Then, the conversations slowly started.
âYou went on that run this morninâ, right?â he asked you when you sat down. You nodded your head. It was just the two of you at the table, eating early before everyone else. Darly had a night watch.Â
âI did,â you told him, âdidn't find too much; everything has been picked overâÂ
âSeems âbout right,â he said before standing. âI got to watchâ
Slowly things started to become easier and more comfortable between the two of you.Â
âYa going with them?â Daryl asked as he moved next to you. You watched the group pack up the car for another run into a nearby town you felt would be the same as the last. You shook your head and absently scratched at your arm.Â
âNot today.â Another bite rested there on your left arm, freshly bandaged from yesterday's run-in. Thankfully, no one saw or noticed how you found a jacket and threw it on even though it was almost 100 degrees. When you got back, you found a quiet spot and patched yourself up, changed your shirt, and made it back for dinner, saying you wanted to change out of your sweat-ridden shirt. Daryl noticed the scratching.Â
âYa good?â he asked. You looked up and smiled.
âOh yeah. Mosquitoes are a bitchâ you said with a laugh. Darly nodded his head, shook it, and put the thought swarming his head out the window. You were not Beth; he shouldn't worry about a little itch.Â
âI was going to go on a run tomorrow. Do you want to come?â he asked, and you smiled.
âOnly if I get to ride the motorcycle,â you said with a smirk. Daryl had never let anyone ride on it since getting to the prison, but somehow, you knew he would let you. Darly smiled.
âSure,â you knew at that moment that all those months of getting extra food, supplies, and small talk were Daryl's way of showing he cared. Now, you wondered if he ever would express it to you or if the two of you would continue this known unknown thing forever.Â
When you joined him on the run and tried your hardest to keep calm while you hugged him on the motorcycle, you managed to get closer to Darly in that small little run. You cleared houses, found hidden supplies, and he even found you some hidden jewelry in a box under a floorboard.
âYou want it?â he asked, handing you the old jewelry box. Inside were lots of silver treasures. You smiled. It had been a long time since you had worn any or had a guy bring you a whole box and almost demand you take it.Â
âI'd be crazy not to take it,â you said, looking through it and then delicately placing it into your backpack. If you find more treasures, I want to see them,â you told him. Darly looked at you with an oddly calm calculation. âWhat?â
âNothinâ,â he said, âyou finally seem like yourself,â and left the room without another word. You stared at the spot he had been. Daryl not only noticed your slow transition to finally being a part of the group and feeling good again, but he commented on it to let you know he did. You found him waiting by the bike.
âTell me I'm wrong,â you said, not mentioning what, but the look you gave him and the way he lowered his head and nodded told you enough.
âYou're not,â he said, reaching out to help you into the bike. That spoken, unspoken thing was there, and now it wasn't so much spoken.Â
When the prison fell, and you escaped with him and Beth, you traveled together like a family, lost Beth, and fought against bikers like a couple. Daryl did everything he could in those months to keep you safe. Daryl was only a man, however.Â
Blood dripped down your arm, and another bite tore your skin open. The old warehouse seemed like a bad place to be in now.
âShit,â you hissed as you looked at the bite. The walker was dead on the floor before you now, but Daryl had his eyes trained on you.Â
ây/nâŚâ Daryl spoke with a heartbroken emphasis. Your eyes met his and returned to the bite you knew you couldn't hide this time.Â
âI'm fine,â you said. Quickly pulling out a bandage and trying to wrap it. Daryl stopped you, standing over you.Â
âWe have to..â he started.
âIm fineâ you said, you didn't dare look up at him. âNothing's going to happen..â
âThe hell you mean nothinâ gonna happen,â he said, scoffing a bit at the end. âYou got bitâ
âAnd I promise nothing's going to happen,â you said, staring into his eyes. âIâŚâ
âWhat?â he said, clearly annoyed.
âI'm immune,â you said looking up at him.Â
âYou can't beâŚâ
âI amâŚIt's why I was out on the road when you met me. The people that had me beforeâŚthey were doctorsâŚtesting me and my immunity,â you told him. Darly stood frozen as he watched you put your backpack down. You tore your shirt off, letting him see you fully. Bite marks scarred your upper arms and stomach. Daryl took it all in. âIâŚcan't get the infection.â
âWhy?â he asked, moving to you and letting his hands touch your skin. He felt the bumps, saw how the infection tried to spread from them but faded out, and even saw how some of the bite marks went below your jeans.Â
âI never stayed long enough to figure it out,â you said, your voice sounding small. âI would have diedâŚif I had stayed any longer.â Daryl just nodded. He put your shit back on, bandaged your arm, grabbed your back, and wordlessly walked out of the building. That night, you sat by the campfire, cold and uncertain. The air around you felt like it, too, was holding its breath.Â
âImma kill em,â he said, breaking the silence. You looked over at him. âThey hurt ya like this. would have killed ya to figure it outâŚâ He looked as if he wanted to fight the world for you. Daryl's eyes mirrored the fire that roared in front of you.Â
âThey didn'tâ you told him.âYou saved me remember, you took me inâ
âYou saved yourself,â he said. I wish you had told me so I could have gone and killed them.â Darly sounded small at that moment, as if he had not done enough to help you. You felt it, the way Daryl blamed himself for not being able to rid the world of the men who hurt you. âThat wouldn't have fixed anything,â you told him. They weren't anywhere close to figuring out what was wrong with me.â
âNothings wrong with ya,â he told you, speaking only seconds after you. This makes you resign if there is ever something wrong with you. Daryl moved to your side, sitting next to you. He fiddled with your hand, bringing your sleeve down a bit to see the marks, âSomething wonderful is wrong with you, and I'm glad you can't leave me.â
It was a declaration to the world. The wind swept through you, rustling the leaves, the cans, and the wire. The fire slowed down from its roar. Daryl didn't move from your side from that night on, always sleeping with you beside him. He became your shadow, always there, always protecting, always loving.
plot: rouge nation and romance. short little story!
a/n: i just...i cant guys its a problem the way im obsessed with ethan hunt
When British intelligence (MI6) assigned you and Illsa to infiltrate Solomon Lane and his syndicate, you both knew it was only as a fail-safe. In case one of you dies, the other would still have a good chance of getting something. Although just because it was MI6âs plan to get rid of one or both of you, Illsa and you made a plan to keep each other alive.
Of course, Ethan was drawn to you instantly. Seeing you in a silk blue dress during the Opra and watching you take out the men sent to kill you and Illsa may have made the man interested in you. Ethan recognized Illsa and yourself from when you let him out of capturing, making Illsa mad and almost getting himself shot. It was interesting seeing his reaction to encountering the man again and the utter intrigue he had in you.
âYou promise we havenât met before?â he asked for the second time. You laughed a little as you both ran out the roof door.
âOnly once. If we had met, I think we both would remember,â you said, hinting at the fact that the two of you were already entangled and that a meeting further back would have sparked a memory.
Morocco was the next time you saw Ethan in person. Having somehow gotten burner phones to one another and chatting throughout his journey, there was entertainment and also hard to keep from Illsa and Lane.
"If Lane finds out about us helping IMF agents, let alone you...falling for one, we both dead," Illsa told you. The cool night air swept around the two of you. You knew this; you tried your hardest to not fall for Ethan, but it was hard not to.
"Believe me, I know," you told her. "but for some reason...he makes me want to risk it all"
You did risk it all for him, for good reason.
"Come away with me?" you asked him as you sat in the terminal. Ethan sat across from you. Illsa was a few tables away with another one of Ethan's friends. Ethan looked at you with a sense of wonder and a desire to follow you. His face shifted, the emotion falling from his face. You could tell some of him wanted to act on running away with you, escaping life and living a settled-down one instead. Maybe he did like the running and the fighting, but you knew deep down the man one day wanted to be able to put down his IMF badge.
"You know I can't," Ethan said. An answer you knew he would say. He was tied to the life he was in, no matter how much he may want to run from it. He also knew a part of you was tied to the same life.
"Ethan...I'll be as good as dead if Lane finds out I put something else before his mission, " you told him, knowing his friends were listening. You could see one of them talking to the earpiece; Ethan's head turned slightly as if he were listening.
"What did you put first?" Ethan questioned. You took a moment, wondering if the man before you didn't already know the answer. He did.
"I put you first," you told him, "I fell for the one man Lane was aiming for, and that makes me weak to him. This makes me a liability."
"I won't let anything happen to you," he told you assuringly. His hands were on the table, wanting to reach out to you. Your hands slid into his, holding on to something the both of you knew was there.
"How are you sure you can?" you asked him, fully ready to hear how, in some impossible way, he planned to keep you safe.
"I just know," he told you, "because I feel the same, and that's enough."
When it came down to giving Ethan a last push, Lane didn't take Benji; instead, he took you. There you were, strapped with a bomb, Illsa next to you, breaking at the sight, and Ethan sliding into the chair across from you.
"You're going to be alright," he told you as a tear rolled down your face. You knew he meant it; you could see the conviction on his face. "Remember, nothing is going to happen to you."
This time, you believed him. All while you said the planned words, you watched the numbers tick down to an impending explosion, and when Ethan looked, Lane thought your face and made him stop his clock and set you free. Even when he put you behind him, Illsa helped shield you and get off the bridge.
Solomon Lane's ending and his terror made you smile as you watched him fall into that glass cage. Once the job ended, you knew you would say goodbye to Illsa for a while. She tried to get you to go with her, but you couldn't.
"What will you do then?" Ethan asked as you watched Illsa drive off.
"I was thinking about joining your organization," you told him. Ethan hugged your side. Somehow, things turned out better than you hoped.
plot: you stuck by ethans side, and he finally tell you how much he appreciates it
SPOILERS FOR MI8- FINAL RECKONING
a/n: okay i really just wanted to say my thoughts in the movie and that starts with saying he looks great for 64 like good god. I also besides that loved how intense and suspenseful it was!
second! I want to post some more stuff for Ethan so if you have any ideas pls send in a request!
also I am doing my very best with plot and trying to remember the dialogue but it was just released so bear with me đ
In the wake of things with the entity, your first thought was that this wouldnât ever become as big of a problem as it had, at first, you thought youâd be home the next week, curling up on the couch next to Ethan. Life had other plans.
"I dont want to keep putting people in danger...let alone you" he told you as you sat together at the end of his fight.
"Well, that's not for you to decide," you told him, "Like it or not, Hunt, we are in this together." Ethan smiled at you, something loving. You smiled back the same. Life had been hard for the two of you; between the evil men Ethan dealt with on a daily, the secrets you kept from people, and your government daily, "We will disavow you if you keep going rouge," your life had always been bumpy.
The next few months were spent away from Ethan. Despite your arguments over it and Benji's practice of clogging his ears so he would not hear it, you spent them trying to keep an eye on Luther, Benji, and Grace. Gabriel was in the wind, and you had a hard time trying to find him. When you did, he would disappear.
****
"Are you real?" he asked after he had pulled himself out of the entity machine. He felt your face and pulled you close, trying to see every portion of it. You saw Benji holding him up.
"Yes, I'm real, Ethan," you told him before he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. In all the years you had known him, he had always kept your relationship and professionalism separate in front of others, but today, Ethan didn't care. Ethan's look made you realize this would be the last time you would see him for a few days.
"Don't go on the Ice, Please," he pleaded.
Ethan ran out of the building where he was being held to save Luther and get caught by the authorities. You went to run after him but Degs and Benji both stopped you
"You can't! You can't!" Benji said, making you face him as he held your arms together. Benji and you had been friends long before you met Ethan and fell in love with him.
That first mission with Benji and Jane out in the field was also the mission you met Ethan fresh out of prison. You remember the turmoil you fought on that mission and the way Benji talked your ear off about how you couldn't shy away from something in this line of work- especially when finding someone you could spend your life with. It wasn't until after that mission that you told Ethan, and he spoke about his own inner turmoil. The two of you worked together for quite a while before Ethan one day pulled you into an ally before a mission and kissed you. "It's stupid for me not to be with you, regardless of the risks," Ethan had told you, making you smile. The two of you were on the run together and you knew you would do anything for him after that.
"He can't do this alone, Benji. I need..." you told him, looking back at the ally he had run out of. You wanted to help; you needed to.
"He needs us to do something else! You won't be any good following him" Benji told you. You knew he was right.
"Benji," a pleading voice escaped your thought. You felt yourself fall apart in Benji's arms in those moments.
"I know! It's okay!" he concluded you.
****
The plane ride was silent most of the way over to the island. Grace sat next to you with Paris nearby. Paris and yourself had somehow created an unlikely bond. You knew a part of it was because she knew about your relationship with Ethan and found herself becoming a bodyguard to keep you alive.
"How long have you known him?" Paris asked, her French accent thick as she spoke.
"I knew him about as long as Benji has," you told her, "I mean, we didn't officially meet till we went into the field together"
"What was the first mission you did together?" Grace asked, intrigued about learning about the two of your lives.
"We....had to recover stolen Russian nuclear launch codes," you told them, Grace's face fell. Paris laughed slightly. "That mission was the one that, uh, got the Kremlin blown up"
"You were there for that?" Grace asked, shocked, you nodded your head.
"I was with Agent Carter, so I wasn't in the line of fire like Ethan, but yes, I was there," you told him. "that mission was the most stressful, not the most out of all of them, but at the time, I swear I thought I actually was risking my life."
"What about now?" Paris asked, clearly meaning this mission.
"This mission is the biggest one I've been a part of. If we fail this one, I don't know what I would do with myself"
****
You dove into that water to pull out Ethan. Grace and the woman watched and helped pull both of you out when you resurfaced. You crawled in the hyperbaric chamber next to him, brought him back, and cradled him during his fits.
âWhere is it?â Ethan asked after his battle with hypothermia and hypoxia. He turned to find you lying beside him in nothing more than some biker shorts and a loose tank that didnât hide anything. You pulled the drive up to show him. His face relaxed at the sight.
"Ethan, I thought I lost you," you told him, "the way you looked..."
"I'm alive, y/n," he said, holding your face. "I'm here with you again."
"I have never been more thankful for that," you told him, pulling him close.
****
"I need you to stay safe," Ethan told you before he entered the underground base. You nodded your head and Paris stepped in close.
"I got her," Paris told him.
"Your team leader now, Benji. Keep everyone safe," Ethan said before the moments that you all had waited for so long.
In the end, Benji did protect his team, and you found Ethan alive and well. You ran up to him and hugged him close, the dust on your face matched the blood and overall exhaustion he was sporting.
"Despite all the risks, I've never been more glad that I am with you," Ethan said. He reminded you of all those years ago when you first met him and fell in love.
"What will we do now with all the risks gone?" you asked.
"Who knows If they are," he said devilishly, knowing that danger always seems to find him.
plot: just enjoy a little angsty, soft moment with on the run steve
Song: Dream - Keshi
There were moments when you looked at him...you could tell he was trapped.
Ever since watching Bucky go back under in Wakanda and venture out into the life of an on-the-run vigilante, you could see moments of him slipping back.
You watched him more these days, whether that was watching his back or studying his face when he wasn't looking. You did it all.
Sure, Steve and you had an interesting relationship, one Natasha continued to monitor and comment on.
"Just tell him already," she told you. The two of you sat in a bar in Berlin. You looked down at your drink, swelling it slightly.
"Not the right time."
"it never is," she responded, knowing full well that the longer something isn't said or told, the worse that could happen. "all I'm saying is there's something between you two, and it's time you acknowledge it"
"he's going through a bad time, Nat. Later," And that was the last conversation for the night.
ââââ
Steve knew. How could the super soldier not? He's been in love with you since you saved his life during the war, almost died, and still survived long enough to see him in a whole new decade.
He wondered how long he could keep up the nonchalant act before you truly moved on from him. He hoped you didn't. Still, he was scared of saying something, even if it was something good. Steve felt he was good at ruining those things.
He watched you when you stopped looking at him when you didn't see him. He watched you when you slept, when you were running the op for the day, or when you were on the run his eyes were always on you. Never again would he let you out of his sight.
He knew there were times when he got lost to time in his mind...letting the memories of the past consume him. In these moments on the run, he increasingly worried that he wasn't there for you or Bucky when you needed him. He felt he failed you, and he couldn't anymore. Steve hated that he dragged you into this mess of being branded an enemy of the state and forced to be on the run...but he knew you would only repeat the actions if he went back in time.
ââââ
You watched through the window as the street got busier. Berlin was always bustling with locals and, at times, authorities. Today was the worst day of authorities on the street you had seen.
"cops on the front street, moving to the back of the building." you spoke into the walkie. "Sam?"
"clear,"Â Sam's voice came through the walkie-talkie. you moved quietly out of the room and across the hall to where Steve was stationed. Steve, Nat, and Sam were all on different patrols. Wanda again was MIA. You were waiting for a moment to hit the streets, spread out and rendezvous at a new local. Sam was in the quinjet watching from the skies (red wind flying floor by floor of your building), and Natasha was in another building across the way, checking her side for escape routes.
You closed the door softly and turned to find Steve by the window. He didn't turn when you entered. You walked over to him, noticing that distant look in his eyes. You snapped near his face, causing him to jump slightly and look at you.
"Earth to Steve?" you asked, "You supposed to be on the lookout...not..." You left it hanging.
"Not what?" he asked, tone direct and snippy. Steve wasn't in a good mood.
"Not replaying history," you told him. With hands on your hips, you looked at him. "You've been doing it more and more lately. You need to stop." Scoffing, you turned to look out the other window before Steve grabbed your arm and yanked you back to look at him.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked.
"it means what I said, Steve; you've been lost the past few months. I know Bucky means a lot, but you're doing him no good rethinking everything you could have done differently to save him."
"You think that's all this is?" he asked you, "My guilt. Y/N, I'm wreaked with it because it put you in this situation. I couldn't save you either. Now I..."
"I'd do everything again if it still got me here!" you told him. "Bucky would say the same. Face it, Steve, you can't change the past. It kills me that you think anything you could have changed wouldn't put us here."
"What if it did? What If I could have prevented this?"
"Then maybe it would be an even worse situation," you told him. He let go of his grip and reached out to grab your hand.
"What if?" he said, voice cracking.
"What matters is 'What now' not 'What if'. That going to do no one any good," you told him, squeezing his hand. "I know for a fact if things didn't change, I would still do everything the same to get me here. If things were different, I'd still be by your side"
"I know you would," Steve said. Thatâs the problem.â His eyes shifted downwards.
âHow the hell is that a problem?" you ask back angrily, with a bit of grit in your words, like Steve didn't want you here. You wanted to rip your hands away from him, but he held on.
â...Because I love you, y/n, and I put you into this situation,â Steve told you, finally looking back up at you. Those blue eyes met yours, and your entire resolve melted.
âYou love me?â You asked him, a small smile playing on your lips.
âThatâs all you got from that?" Steve said after a pause, a small laugh escaping because that was the only part of the sentence you heard.
âPretty much,â you told him, now with a big smile cast on your face. But you are serious, right?"
ââŚYes, I am,â Steve said shyly.
"Good because it would have been pretty awkward when I told you I loved you backâ
Steve smiled. The rest of the world and the mission were forgotten as the two of you smiled and held each other's hands. It was a surreal moment, and neither of you wanted to step away from it.
"Take me on a date when we were not targeted...alright?"
"I can definitely do that," Steve said, finally leaning down and kissing you softly.
a/n: iâm sooo sorry, but good lord joel! also warning spoiler but Pedro singing in ep 6 literally made me crash out
The first time you saw Joel Miller was while you were working a job in the QZ. There he was, some 50-year-old man walking around like he had no mind to how attractive he was. You watched him walk down the street, unaware of your staring, or at least you thought so. You are young, not too young, but enough of an age difference between the two of you that you knew the way you were looking at him would normally be considered weird.
Joel had seen you long before he caught your eye. He often found himself looking for you as you walked around the QZ, his eyes tracing your body wherever you went. Tess would always make comments about his interest in younger women just to piss him off. Both of you ended up watching each other far more than ever talkingâthat was until one day Joel did.
You lost sight of him while he was walking, so you jogged a bit to find where he went. You stopped before the turn, realizing how weird you were following him.
âYa know, if you're going to track me, you might want to get better at it,â Joel said from behind you. You stood still, like a statue, watching him walk around you to face each other. âAre you good there, baby girl?â
âOhâŚuh⌠yeah,â you said, at a loss for words after the name call slipped from his mouth. He smiled, knowing he had got you where he wanted you.
âIâm Joel,â the Texan accent came out strong.
âI know,â you told him. âIâŚknow a lot about you.â
âOh, do youâŚwell, it just so happened I know a lot about you too,â he told you, smirking and placing his hands on his hips. The move almost made you lose your mind. How he moved, smirked, and talked sent your body into a frenzy. Now tell me what business did you have to follow me to the back of the QZ?â
âOh... I kinda just wanted to watch you. I really didnât mean to look like a stalker,â you told him, arms up, trying to defend yourself from looking like a creep. You honestly had no intention of following him this far, but once you got your mind set on just watching Joel Miller, autopilot turned on. Joel kept his stance, smirking down at you. God, this man.
âgood,â Joel said, moving closer to you, almost a breath away, before he reached for your hand and led you down the street. It was late in the QZ, so most people were heading off the roads as you walked back toward the other side of the QZ. Joel took your words from one of the apartment buildings, away from most of the military watch, up the stairs, and into his apartment. It was cozy, quiet, and smelled entirely of Joel. He watched as you looked around the place.
âLike it?â Joel asked from the kitchen.
âIt seems like you,â you told him, turning back to face the kitchen. Joel was grabbing two glasses and setting out his whisky. He motioned for you to sit. "You do know if you keep me here, I wonât be able to head home before the lockdown.â
âwas kinda hoping you wouldnât go homeâ he said. he kept his face hung low before slowly peeking. glance up at you. you were shocked and a bit flustered.
âI guessâŚthatâs fine,â you told him, taking the drink set out for you. The night slowly led to Joel getting bolder and bolder. First, with his hands on your thighs, then in your hair, and soon all over. He was a leader, never letting you help or do anything other than be in bliss underneath him. The man worshiped you as he pounded into you over and over. Waves of euphoria and pleasure were all you felt for the hours this man took to make you feel good. Never once did he want you to do any more than look good underneath you; he got his own pleasure out of watching you moan and wiggle under him. Joel put his thick Texan accent and calloused hands to good use on you, making the entire night more serious. To think you had been watching and crushing on him from afar to now being with him...you wondered how the end of the world turned out so good.
Morning came too fast, letting the light spill over the two of you, barely covered by his blankets. Joel was right; you didnât go home that night, and it started a trend.
plot: WS meets you once and develops a severe obsession with you.
warning: SAPPY
a/n: I heard an audio on TikTok that sparked this idea!
When Bucky first met you he wasnât himself, he was the Winter Soldier. You were much younger than him when you met.
He was on an assignment at the Red Room when he saw your face. It cracked the mental shield holding Bucky away, a face worth remembering. You couldnât have been older than 16 at the time. You were in the training room, a small smile planted n your lips as the older girls taught you special moves. He saw the smile disappeared when the adults running the facility enter, the same mask he was sworn to wear around others. Your eyes found his after a while and he could read the pain behind them, the fear, like his own. You both just watched each other until you had to turn back and twirl your operator. Bucky wanted you saved, The Winter Soldier began calling you his mission.
Three years later you saw each other once more. You looked older, entirely different while he was the same. This time he was sent after you for running. You were still in Germany, hiding out int he woods when he came across you. The tiny cabin you found was an obvious place for WS to end up looking. You were huddled on the couch, with three blankets keeping you warm when he walked in the door. You were too weak to move or fight, having heard him when he entered the property 5 minutes ago.
âIf youâre going to kill me, at least donât make it when iâm already frozenâ you stuttered out. He just stared at you.
âMy objectives compromise MY missionâ he said. The âmyâ caught you off guard. He wasnât talking about HYDRA or the Red Rooms that asked of him; no, he had something he wanted to do.
âYour mission?â you asked
âYOUâ he said, âYou are my missionâ
âWhat kind of missionâŚâ you asked hesitantly.
âSafety. He wants you safeâ At that he walked over to you and picked you up, not harming just caring. He took you to the town that night, making sure you got the door of a motel and enough cash so you could escape. When he turned back around to leave, making sure you knew that the person you were before was dead and to pick a new identity, you shouted after him.
âCome find me again somedayâ you told him.
Bucky nodded his head at that, promising you that chance.
He never forgot about you or stopped looking for you. It was another three years before he was awakened in New York, where he conducted his own mission after completing one. His handlers had conveniently lost sight of him, allowing him to uncover where you were.
He often visited the rooftop across from your apartment, watching you when he could to make sure you were still alive.
You didnât see him until you were almost 27 years old.
New York was bustling in the summer, and you were doing your best to make your way through the crowd. You made it to the crosswalk when you noticed a face in the crowd. There he was, looking almost the same as he did 8 years ago. You stopped walking, letting everyone else pass you by. He walked across the street towards you, making your head turn upwards as he got closer to you.
"Your back" you said.
"You told me to find you again" he said. "i havent stopped watching out for you"
"I know" you told him. "Iv always known you were in the shadows"
"Im not...him anymore" Bucky spoke. He was almost unsure if he truly belived it.
"Your Bucky again?" you asked smialing at the man you knew for quite a long time.
"Yes, but I have no place..."
"Well, it's a good thing you found me, then," you told him.
