Tony Stark is always trying to one-up himself, trying new and bigger things each time, so what happens when he scored a deal with Hollywood to have them produce a biopic based on the lives of the Avengers?
Masterlist
Avengers x Reader
Itâs The Thought That Counts
Bucky x Reader
Series:
Chamber of Secrets
After the Avengerâs falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King TâChallaâs orders, you were given a monthâs time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
Masterlist
Second Chance (on HIATUS)
After the fall of SHIELD, The Winter Soldier slowly breaks through his HYDRA programming while on the run. As he makes his way out of America on foot, The Winter Soldier slowly rediscover himself, as Bucky Barnes.
or, the story where Bucky decides to get reacquainted with his past his own way.
Masterlist
One Shot:
This Christmas (Iâll Burn It To The Ground)
Double Take
Fireworks
Peggy
Happy (Not) Valentines Day
Man Out of Thyme
Drabble:
âIâm feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand.â/âNo, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, donât you fucking dare. Dammit.âÂ
Tying his tie
âI can't move on from something that wasnât supposed to end!âÂ
Steve x Reader
Series:
Just Ask (Completed)
âThe single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.â You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers wouldâve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.
Tags:Â Alternate Universe â Modern Setting, Street Racing AU, FBI Agent Steve Rogers, Mechanic Bucky Barnes, Racer Bucky Barnes, Undercover, Street Racing, Cars, Brief Bucky/Nat, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, Gang-related Violence, Bisexual Bucky, Racing Terminologies, Homophobic slur, Enemies to Lovers, Angst with Happy Ending, Bucky doing illegal stuff, Smoking, Recreational Drug Use, Poppers, Sex while under the influence, police violence, sex drugs and rock and roll but with cars, kind of like fast and furious but with more sex and more drugs, and more gay.
Summary:Â
Late at night, when the city sleeps, they race.
Bucky Barnes owns a garage and race for pinks, Steve Rogers is an FBI Agent with a lot of people to prove wrong.
I had the pleasure to work together with @softcorehippos for the Captain America Big Bang 2018!
She wrote a Stucky fic â10-94âł and I made an art piece for it. Youâll find the fic on her AO3 account right here. So yeah, check it out and leave some love. <3
Iâve said it once and I will continue saying this until the end of time, youâre absolutely amazing and I adore you. Thank you for your incredible art and for choosing my fic!
Tags:Â Alternate Universe â Modern Setting, Street Racing AU, FBI Agent Steve Rogers, Mechanic Bucky Barnes, Racer Bucky Barnes, Undercover, Street Racing, Cars, Brief Bucky/Nat, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Drug Use, Gang-related Violence, Bisexual Bucky, Racing Terminologies, Homophobic slur, Enemies to Lovers, Angst with Happy Ending, Bucky doing illegal stuff, Smoking, Recreational Drug Use, Poppers, Sex while under the influence, police violence, sex drugs and rock and roll but with cars, kind of like fast and furious but with more sex and more drugs, and more gay.
Summary:Â
Late at night, when the city sleeps, they race.
Bucky Barnes owns a garage and race for pinks, Steve Rogers is an FBI Agent with a lot of people to prove wrong.
I know, I know, I literally have no excuse to why I disappeared without an explanation. Life just got in the way and I just couldnât find the motivation to keep up here on tumblr.Â
Iâm here because I feel like I owe whoever read (or is still reading) my Chamber of Secrets series an update of some sorts. I know I promised you guys that Iâll finish the fic and even talked about a sequel. Trust me, the last thing I wanted was to abandon this fic because, god, I worked so hard on this one and re-reading it last night, I fell in love again with the character I had written.Â
I did write a couple of chapters after the last one I posted and I was aiming to finish this series before Black Panther was released because I knew that whatever I wrote would have never live up to what Marvel created. But as you can see, I failed to do so and I just donât feel like keeping up this fic without acknowledging the Black Panther world that exists in canon. I especially feel weird continuing this fic without putting Shuri in, because honestly, Shuri is what I aspire my character to be and it would just be weird, right? To talk science and tech development without writing Shuri in?
Trust me, I tried writing her in but with how far this fic has gone, I couldnât figure out how to insert her into the fic all of the sudden.Â
So I guess what Iâm trying to say is that I wonât be continuing this series, but for those of you who are still interested in how they end up, hereâs some notes Iâve written as an outline. A coda, if you will.
After their confession, Y/N and Bucky had a moment to themselves to think about what it all meant and what they wanted to do going forward. They decided that even though the feeling was mutual, they both realized that pursuing a romantic relationship was something more than they could handle so they remained friends (but with feelings).
Everett Ross eventually joined Sharon in their quest to protect Steve and Bucky, and somehow ended up in Wakanda with the rest of the outlaws.
Tony managed to get Sharon to tell him where Steve was and flew to Wakanda. Steve was expecting a fight but instead, Tony came with a plan to help Bucky recover.Â
The UN eventually caught up with them and requested that TâChalla release Bucky into their custody. Bucky, newly recovered and free from the triggers, decided to come with them with the promise of a fair trial back in the US.Â
It was his first choice as a free man, to take responsibility of his actions.Â
Y/N got that much deserved vacation to an elephant sanctuary and continued to email Bucky back and forth.Â
Bucky got the arm that was promised, but instead of getting the arm with all the tech and abilities that was pitched, Bucky decided to have a plain prosthetic arm that will not be able to be used for fighting. He was done and he wanted to live a normal life, where he wasnât considered a danger to civilian.
Thatâs all Iâve got for this one folks, Iâm really sorry I wasnât able to continue this but hey, at least we got Shuri now.
If you have any questions or whatever, shoot me an ask! Iâll try to respond regularly!
I Caught Fire Chapter 1 was just soooo amazing to read. I love this au idea. It was also really cool to see what jobs you have given everyone. I am so excited to read the rest of this story this chapter just made my morning great!!!!
Aaaah and you just made my night! Thank you so much and Iâm glad you liked it!
*Pupils dilate*GASP!* Ohmergawddd . I kid you not, gave up half way eating my blueberry glazed donut (and trust me, I am genuinely loyal to them sweets) just to read I Caught Fire. I didn't even finish that shit cause I am legit too excited!!! Whhhaaatttt?!!! Like this is amazing! So looking forward to it because your writing is phenomenal â¤ď¸ *thunderous around of applause* no where the hell is that fucking donut? *PS I love Chamber of Secrets too ă˝(´â˝ď˝)/
Hahahahahahah this is hands down the best thing I have ever read. Thank you so much!!!!!!! Iâm so glad you liked it that much, it means the world that you would give up your blueberry donut (damn you now i want one) to read it. I LOOK FORWARD FOR YOUR HILARiOUS MESSAGES!
Summary:Â When Lieutenants Rogers and Barnes led their team into a structure fire on a Saturday morning, they had no idea that the person they saved would end up changing their lives forever.Â
A/N: This took longer than I thought, I am soooooo so sorry!Â
The sound of the automated intercom blared throughout the firehouse, causing everybody to drop everything and rushed to the apparatus bay. Within minutes, the sounds of sirens wailing was heard from blocks away as Firehouse 107 sped onto the scene.
The apartment building on Howling Avenue wasnât big, but it was dangerously close to the buildings surrounding it. When they got to the scene, the fire was still somewhat contained, only in the second floor of the building, but the smoke was black and thick, and it was quickly becoming a serious hazard.
âWhat do we got?â Battalion Chief Nick Fury spoke to Truck Lieutenant Rogers once he gave the situation a quick assessment.
âA neighbor heard a woman call for help on the second floor.â Steve spoke to Chief Fury as they both trekked towards the burning apartment building. âThereâs also still a few tenants on the first floor.â
Fury nodded. âAlright,â He spoke into the radio. âEngine! Get a line in through the front door. Truck, Squad, primary search. Truck, take the front. Squad, take the back.â
âOkay, got it.â Steve nodded, secured his gear, and sprinted to the front door, followed by his crew. âBarton, Odinson, you take the first floor. Romanoff, Laufeyson, with me on the second floor!â
âYou heard him, letâs get a move on!â Squad Lieutenant Barnes barked orders to his team. âStark, Banner, take first. Maximoff and Wilson with me, take second!â
Steve kicked down the door, immediately letting out a cloud of smoke that was trapped in, along with a few other tenants who managed to get on their feet.
âGet out!â He yelled through his oxygen mask and pushed the remaining tenants out, away from the toxic smoke.
Steve, along with his right hand-woman Natasha Romanoff, the only female firefighter in Firehouse 107, and firefighter candidate Loki Laufeyson comb through the building, crouched close to the floor to avoid the smoke in an attempt to find the staircase.
Bucky and two of his other crewmates got onto the aerial ladder and broke into the second floor back window to start their search for the trapped woman.
âFire department, call out!â Bucky yelled through the blazing flames and thick smoke, searching for any signs or life.
âHelp me!â An ear-shattering scream of a man broke through the crackle of flames, right as Bucky passed the first door on his left.
âWilson, you got it?â Bucky yelled through the comms, and Sam nodded, swiftly kicking down the ailing wooden door before coming to the manâs rescue.
âAll clear here, Lieutenant!â Pietro, yelled to Bucky as he prepared to retreat back to the window and out to the aerial ladder.
âCopy that.â Bucky was about to retreat back, following Pietro on his six before Steveâs voice was heard through the headset.
âI have a female victim on the front side of the second floor, first door on the left. Her leg is trapped under a beam. Sheâs barely conscious.â Steve yelled through his comms, hoping to reach just about anyone since Natasha and Loki were already out after evacuating three other victims, thankfully none with serious injuries. Â
âHang on! Iâm on my way.â Bucky turned back around, crouching close to the floor, mapping the area with his hands in front of him.
Once Bucky managed to get into the bedroom, he saw Steve on the corner of the room; left hand cradling your limp body while his right was alternating the oxygen mask back and forth between you two.
You were gripping Steveâs arm with what was left of your strength, afraid that if you let go, you might not make it out of the building.
âThe beam is stuck on the bedframe, can you kick it in half?â Steve shouted to Bucky, he nodded in reply.
Bucky got in stance, with one swift movement, he broke the wood in half, effectively relieving the pressure it was putting on your right leg.
âWeâre going to get you outta here.â Steve coughed out before taking the mask off your face and putting it on him.
Bucky appeared behind Steve, he opened his mouth to give you words of encouragements but cat got his tongue when he saw your eyes, boring into his. âYouâre safe.â Was all he could muster up, giving your hand a squeeze before you ultimately passed out. Bucky walked out right after that, making sure the path was clear for Steve to carry you out.
âHill, weâre coming to you, get ready!â Bucky yelled over the radio to the PIC paramedic, Maria Hill.
âCopy that.â She confirmed to her radio and glanced back at her partner. âLetâs go.â
Wanda Maximoff pushed the other end of the gurney while Maria led the way to the front of the building, waiting for the two Lieutenants to finally reemerge from the smoke.
âRogers! Barnes! You got one minute before this building flashes. Get out, NOW!â Chief Fury yelled over the radio, just as Steve and Bucky walked out of the building.
Maria and Wanda rushed to meet them halfway, gently taking over your unconscious body onto the gurney.
âPossible ankle fracture on her right leg, severe smoke inhalation, and second degree burns on her left thigh. She was responsive and conscious when I got to her, passed out just as we were carrying her out.â Steve wheezed out his preliminary assessment to the two paramedics before they whisked you away.
Once Chief Fury made sure that nobody was left inside the burning building, he instructed the Engine to start putting out the flames.
âGet water on it, now!â He bellowed and the rest of the crew began their task of extinguishing the fire.
Steve, still wheezy from smoke inhalation, stayed behind by the rig as he tried to catch his breath. Despite feeling like hell, Steve felt an overwhelming sensation of pride.
This was a good call. He thought. We got âem all.
âYou good there, pal?â Steve looked up and saw Bucky, smirking down on him as he took of his helmet.
âShut up, jerk.â
Bucky chuckled. âHey Phil!â He called out to another ambulance standing by. âGet him checked out, will ya? Donât want him wheezing his way back home.â
Senior paramedic Phil Coulson nodded and retrieved the tank of oxygen from his rig, before making his way to Steve, much to his dismay.
âJust need to get a good check and weâre good.â He smiled before listening to Steveâs breathing as he breathed in the oxygen.
âHey, sheâs got severe smoke inhalation, ankle dislocation on the right leg, and second degree burns on the left thigh. Responsive at the scene, fell unconscious when they took her out.â Maria Hill announces as they burst into the ER of Shield Memorial Hospital, Brooklynâs level 1 trauma center.
âGet her to trauma room 1.â Chief of Trauma Melinda May instructed as she got herself gowned and gloved. âI need an extra pair of hands, whereâre Johnson and Simmons? Get them here NOW!â She shouted as the trauma residents carefully transfer you to the bed.
âWe intubated her on the way, but her airway is swollen.â Wanda managed to squeeze in the info before doctor May nodded and went to work on you.
Wanda and Maria didnât stay long after that, they hurried back to the firehouse in case there was another call coming and they would much prefer to be clean the next time they got called out.
âHey, did she make it?â Bucky asked Wanda as soon as she hopped off the rig.
âShe was alive when we left, letâs just hope it stays that way. She got it quite bad.â Wanda gave him a sad smile.
Bucky nodded and let Wanda on her way.
âWas that Wanda? Did the woman make it?â Steve approached Bucky from outside of the apparatus bay.
âYeah, she said she was alive then they left. Fingers crossed.â He shrugged before following Wanda inside.
âYou wanna head over to Lukeâs tonight?â Steve asked Bucky as they made their way to the bunk area.
âSure. I need aââ
âTruck 4, Squad 10, Ambulance 23. Accident. 78 Hoffman Street.â The intercom blared, cutting off Buckyâs sentence.
And just like that, their day continued on.
Thereâs an unwritten rule amongst first responders, to treat every call simply as a job and to not get emotionally attached, and Bucky learned that lesson the hard way, during his time as a candidate firefighter. It was a particularly tough call, an abandoned building caught fire and it turned out that the building was housing almost a dozen of runaway kids who fled their abusive foster homes. Half of them died on the scene, the rest needed intensive care. Bucky couldnât shake it off and he carried the grief missions upon missions, until he paid the price. He was too distracted that he got caught in a flash fire, his oxygen mask knocked off and he fell unconscious. He went into intensive care for a month before he was cleared back for duty.
Steve took it easier. Coming from a long line of firefighters in his family, he learned early on what it takes to become one and to be the best. He trained himself to become detached from the calls as quickly as possible, but sometimes he felt like he was too detached that he felt numb, which was not good.
That day, when they carried you out of the fire and handed you over to Wanda and Maria, triggered something in them that they thought was buried deep under hours and hours of training and work.
They got attached.
Privately, they thought about you and how you were doing. They didnât share their thoughts with one another because, aside from being frowned upon, they were actually embarrassed that someone with their rank and experience would get attached to a girl from a call.
But that didnât stop them from thinking about you.
After awhile, those harmless thoughts turned into accidental hospital visits for Steve. He would show up at the hospital after shift, under the pretense of visiting a victim he saved from an earlier call.
He didnât lie, he did visit the victims, but he made sure to stop by your room and check how you were doing, or ask the ICU nurse about your condition.
âYou know Iâm not supposed to say anything, right? Patient confidentiality?â Claire Temple gave Steve a look.
âPlease? I just wanna know how sheâs doing.â Steve gave Claire his best puppy dog eyes, and that got her every single time.
Claire then began to tell him stories about you that she heard from your sister, she thought about it as simply passing on information, little does she know, it was all he needed to convince himself that you were indeed, special.
Bucky went for a different approach. Occasionally after shift, he would go down to your room, hoping that your sister would be there so he could strike up a conversation.
On one gloomy Monday morning, after a tiresome shift for Bucky, he caught a break. Your sister was sitting outside your room, nursing a cup of stale coffee.
âYouâre one of the firefighters that saved Y/N.â She uttered before Bucky could even get a word out. That Monday morning solidified Buckyâs infatuation for you as he learned a huge dump of new information about you.
That being said, neither of them have actually talked to you, seeing that you were still in the ICU and visits are strictly for family members only. They were itching to actually be able to see you and talk to you, find out how you were doing themselves.
But it was as if the world was conspiring against them, you were put in a drug-induced coma before they could even try.
The steady beeping was the first thing you noticed. The machine was to your left, and it was beeping way too loud for your liking. You tried to open your eyes but it was as if someone super glued them together, you tried harder but after it proved to be a taxing chore, you relented.
You tried moving your limbs, but you were far too weak, so you tried to call out for help, only to find out that you were unable to speak due to how dry your mouth were.
Swallowing felt like torture, it was as if you just dry-swallowed tiny little potted cactus and it just hurts, everywhere. Your joints were sore, and your muscles were aching all over.
âY/N?â You recognized a familiar voice on your right. âY/N, are you awake?â You heard her scrambling up before bolting to the door, calling for the nurses.
The next parts went by like a blur, you managed to open your eyes for short periods of time before they drooped back down to a close, but you saw your sister by your side, along with a doctor and a handful of nurses, checking your vitals.
You heard the doctor talked to you, mentioning something about coming back from a drug-induced coma, but for the life of you, you couldnât remember anything.
âWhat happened to me?â You croaked to your sister, one day.
Your recovery was going very well, slow, but well.
Your sister shifted in her seat, unsure of what to say. Short-term memory loss was common for patients that were put under for a period of time; she was advised to break the news slowly regarding the fire and your treatment.
But after your constant nagging, she gave up and ended up telling you what happened with your apartment, along with the infection you suffered from your swollen airway, forcing the doctors to put you under to give your body a chance to recover better.
âYou really donât remember anything?â Your sister set aside her magazine and scooted forward to your bed, putting your hands in hers.
It has been almost two weeks since you came out of your coma and youâve been getting fragments of memories from that day. It was inconsistent, sometimes it came in a flashback, sometimes it was in a dream.
The only thing consistent was a pair of blue eyes, right before everything went black.
I realized that I havenât been on here much, let alone updating or putting up new stuff for you guys and the reason for that is simply the lack of free time I have right now.Â
As you may know, I recently graduated and now the pressure of finding a job is really getting to me. I know that you guys know how hard it is to find a job and thatâs what Iâve been doing lately, from putting together my CV and scouring the web and real life for job vacancies. On top of that, Iâm currently living in my in-laws and I don't have a lot of help like I do if I live back home with my parents in taking care of my daughter, so Iâm currently juggling so many things that writing has been pushed down on my priority list.Â
Plus, Iâm currently weaning my daughter and itâs just... exhausting. I know, what a timing, right?
So I guess this is just a brief explanation and maybe an announcement that I won't be spending much time here for the time being. Donât worry though! Iâm definitely not abandoning any of my stories, hopefully things will slow down anytime soon, God knows I need it.Â
OMG IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BREE!!!!! đđĽđđđđđ I hope you have a great celebration!! You so deserved darling dearest!!
YEAAAH ON THE 24TH!!!!! THANK YOU LUCYYYYYY!!!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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