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[natashanonnie]

@buckybarnesanonn

The soft chirping of birds in the park makes a smile creep across my features. Today is a nice day , beautiful indeed . I close my eyes as the soft basking of Sun warms my skin . "I needed this" I say softly.

[timetravellingkitty]

HERE'S A CAT TO CELEBRATE

[buchananssmolbean]

Lunner

Pairing: Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 1246

Warnings: Fluffyyyy, mentions/depictions of domestic abuse (not from Bucky), Reader gets hurt, protective Bucky

A/N: Yeah, yeah, you know the thing. Erm—I usually don’t really write enhanced reader, but the thought of knocking Bucky on his ass with ice is fun, so here we go. Please don’t copy my work onto this platform or other platforms.

Re-blogs, comments/critiques, and notes are GREATLY appreciated. thanks for all the support on my last fic too <3

Summary: Reader can conjure up ice, and is constantly using her talents to annoy Bucky.

“What was that for?!”

“You woke me up so early.” you complained, still giggly at the fact that you’d made Bucky fall flat on his ass.

“Just because you have these powers now, doesn’t mean that you should abuse me with them.”

Your heart tugged at the word abuse. No one knew your secret, not even Bucky.

You never thought that Alex would lay hands on you, but the more often it happened, the more often you made excuses for his behaviour. You couldn’t see the trap he’d lay you into so gently that it was hard for anyone to take notice. Thinking about abusing Bucky made you want to jump out of a window. It made you want to hide your icy cold hands away from the world or shove them into a fireplace.

“Hey, I was just kidding. It’s fine. You didn’t actually hurt me.” Bucky said, misunderstanding your moment of silence, but who could blame him?

“Mm.”

You and Bucky had grown close, something that Bucky wasn’t used to. He wasn’t sure that he even knew how to do it. He always found himself being overly possessive, slightly clingy, and extremely protective. You didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you hungry? Do you want lunch?”

“No. I-I actually have a date.”

Liar. You mentally scolded yourself. Today was too important to blow it off on lunch with Bucky. Today, you would finally tell Alex that you two were done.

All the while, Bucky wallowed in self pity at his singleness. Specifically, his singleness in regards to you.

Bucky hated Alex, plain and simple. Everyone else claimed that Alex was a “nice guy” when you invited him to meet Captain America, but Bucky’s always hated him. It started with the fact that you didn’t hold the door open for you. Then he spoke over you every time you tried to talk. And he finished the night by asking you to get him a beer, despite your deadly fear of drinking and driving, unless it was one of the enhanced, who couldn’t get drunk.

You didn’t miss the look of disgust that Bucky blew your way, but you brushed it off of your shoulder as if it was nothing.

“Erm—I’ll be back soon, though. Maybe we can have... ‘lunner?’ Together?”

“‘Lunner?’”

“Yeah, Bucko.” he hated when you called him that.

“I hate it when you call me that.” and you knew.

“I know.”

6 hours. You missed “lunner”, and Bucky was mad. You promised. This was the first time you ever broke a promise, and Bucky didn’t like the fact that it was over Alex one bit.

“Bucky—”

“Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for you! I’m starving! Come on!”

He was starving? He’s been waiting? You couldn’t take it anymore. You simply wanted everything—even Bucky—to go away.

Bucky regretted everything.

Spiked shards of ice extended 10 feet away from you, attached to a central bead of ice, which kept you to your own.

“Hey... what’s wrong?”

But when Bucky tried to approach, the spikes got longer and longer, until he was more than 15 feet away from you.

“Y/N, please... talk to me.” he begged, setting down his phone on the table.

Talk. What was there to talk about? Were you supposed to talk about your bruised cheek? Were you supposed to talk about your broken heart?

“Don’t shut me out, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you.”

Sorry. Sorry was something you hadn’t heard for a long time. Maybe that was why the spikes retracted by 5 feet. Maybe that was why your tears started shedding. Maybe that was why you wanted to be held by him. The more you thought about it, the more your spikes retracted, not that you did anything to stop them.

“B-Bucky—“

He’d already taken you in. By the time the ice was gone, you were warm, and in his arms. God, did you hate the feeling of cold before him. Ironic, isn’t it?

“What’s wrong, Doll?” he asked, stroking your hair with his calloused palm. His metal hand contrasted that one, tugging from your waist.

When you didn’t reply, he lifted your chin to meet his eyes, but what he found was devastating.

It didn’t take him long to register what had happened—or at least portions of it. And he was ready to kill. All he saw was red, the colour of hate.

Just as Bucky was about the stomp to the door, you tucked yourself into his torso, tight enough the you almost knocked him over by squeezing around his stomach.

“He hit you.” Bucky seethed.

Still, his hands remained gentle as ever, rubbing circles on your back as you sobbed out all of your emotions.

“I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn’t, Bucky.”

“Before?” Bucky asked in disbelief. “How long has it been going on?!”

“... A year, maybe.”

Bucky physically tensed. Of course, he was still mad—furious—at Alexander, but he was even more upset with himself. With all his time spent with you, he hadn’t noticed anything off? Bucky felt like a punch to the gut had just been delivered, but it was only you, crying your eyes out.

Bucky would do anything for the woman he loved so much.

“I’ll kill him.”

Bucky ripped you arms off of his side, shoving his way to the door, but not even getting a footstep away from you.

“Bucky, wait!” you yelled, icing the floor beneath him, until he was sliding in your direction. “We-we broke up. I-I’m okay now.”

Never in his life had Bucky been so relieved. He didn’t know whether to jump for or call the police department. He was still determined to find Alex, but maybe now wasn’t the time.

“I’m sorry.” he repeated his words from earlier, giving them a different meaning. He sat on the floor, ice not allowing him to move any closer to the door.

You nodded quietly and tucked yourself back into his arms of protection. God, he was such a barrier from the world. He smelled of mint and cedar wood, something like a car freshener and expensive cologne. All you wanted to do was stay huddled in these arms forever.

“Did you get anything to eat?”

You had to stop yourself from giggling at the irony, so you shook your head against his clothed abs, frizzing up your hair.

“It’s good.”

“You’re lying.”

“Well, you spent an hour trying to make those cookies, the least I can do was be nice about them.” Bucky tried to crumb off the burnt bottom of his chocolate chip and almond cookie.

“Hmph. I suck.”

“You don’t suck.” he started.

As he walked toward you, you created another ice patch under his feet, having little knowledge of the direction he’d fall in.

He ended up on top of you. His strong arms kept himself in a plank so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight, and all you could do was laugh.

“Now, what was that one for?”

“For lying to me.”

“I didn’t lie. You’re the least sucky woman I’ve ever met.”

You smiled at the childish words, remembering the first time you met Bucky.

“Hello.”

“This sucks.”

“Oh...” you tried not to sound too disappointed.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Not you! This stupid internet thing! What the hell is a ‘Vine?’”

“And the smartest, most beautiful, most deserving, most admirable person I know.” He praised looking deeply into your soul through your pupils.

The wind had been knocked out of you, and without your knowledge, you stopped breathing a long time ago.

Just as you were about to tell Bucky all the reasons you loved him, and reject his statements, strong, warm, slightly chapped lips met your’s for a gentle kiss.

“Now you know why I missed you for ‘lunner.’”

[levisbae2]

Ghost Hunting

song of the chapter: Untitled 02- Kendrick Lamar

The jet black sports car is stagnant in traffic. A restless groan emits from the coffee-filled maniac in the backseat. Her cramped knees rattle against the back of Steve’s chair. Pulling irritable remarks from the pair up-front.

Steve Rogers, usually classified a patient man. Is grating his teeth as Imari sends another kick. Jostling him in his seat yet again. Natasha throws an empty threat about scratching her leather over her shoulder. To find Imari in her own world. Eyes shut ; flooding out their conversation with the voice of Kendrick Lamar booming through her beats.

The assassin is overly caffeinated, she can’t still herself. Beneath clenched eyelids, CCTV images of a blurry face and metallic gleam flash. Her palms itch with excitement at her plans for the winter soldier.

Steve, in alliance with a reformed Natasha Romanoff, have plans to capture the winter soldier in high hopes for a lead.

Imari is ready for the kill.

Too wired up to overthink Natasha’s eventual disapproval. Just kill, kill. Kill the winter soldier. The raspy voice in her head muses. He is hydras little puppet and Imari finds herself ecstatic to snip at the strings.

Stopping to tie her sneakers against the gravel floor; her tongue clicks in disapproval at the specs of blood that leak down her fingertips, staining her white laces.

 Steve, has already disappeared into a run motel to ‘talk down’ the murderous lunatic. Once Steve gets his ass handed to him. Natasha will intervene near the buildings exit point. When she fails, Imari will corner the target into a train station. The abandoned station lay beneath the undisturbed street. Long forgotten in the newer schematics of the city- the schematics that the avengers had built this capture around. 

Once the hero’s realize the Winter Soldier and mercenary for hire, can’t be found at the established meeting point. They will scramble to find the pair. This gives Imari twenty short minutes to send hydra a gruesome message, then flee the wrath of two very pissed off avengers.

Ducking behind a graffiti covered truck she awaits.

The jagged rocks on the pavement scrape her ashy knees raw. A welcome distraction to her stinging palm; inflicted by the mercy of a dagger she previously ran across. Wait, wait, wait-. Prey sprints across an eerily empty street. The bloody circle on the floor causes his eyes to blow open in realization.Now. By the time he had realizes there’s a trap set- its too late. His body sinks beneath the floor.

Imari follows in pursuit, every molecule of hers uncomfortably slamming through hardened cement. By the time her feet fold at the impact of railroad tracks. Imari is stumbling, breathless. She huffs in one deep intake of air before her legs move to their own accord.

Her calves burn with great intensity. propelling her in the direction of a quick figure. The Winter Soldier is fast- Which is just fine, the lioness loves a good hunt.

Yanking a bloodied blade from the holster on her waist Imari sends the knife soaring through the air. A grunt echos the dimly lit tunnel. The blade imbedding itself into his shoulder. Exhaustion and soreness endured in the previous battles distract him. Slowing to relieve his pain; yanking the blade out of his shoulder and tossing it behind. Imari moves in flashes. 

Tackling him with all the force she can muster. Imari shoves the Winter Soldier to the floor.

His skin grates against tattered wood. Rolling to his back, nearly avoiding the fist that flies past his face. Bringing his elbow up to smack into her face, hard. The bruising blow he receives to his right eye; followed by a sickening punch to his mouth. The hit causes his teeth to rip open his lips, flooding his mouth with blood. The vicious intent behind every one of these hits indicates that this assailant, is nothing like the previous two. She strikes, another merciless hit at his jaw, which he dodges much to her dismay.

Bucking the brute force of his hips, the Winter Soldier throws the woman off him. Subverting his expectation, she rolls backwards into a kneel. The moment she takes to stabilize herself; Is the moment the soldier uses to jump off the floor and into her.

A heavy boot-covered foot pins Imari. Awkwardly nudged between the floor and the cool cement wall. Her bloody hand grabs his foot, she’s desperately pulling. It’s of no use. Her vision blurs, the man towering over her fading into nothing but a muddle of long hair. More pressure. Imari is sure the Winter Soldier will break her neck clean off her body. Using opposing hand she buries the dagger he foolishly threw aside deep into his calf.

 A rush of adrenaline and endorphins flood Imari’s system as he staggers backward. The cool sensation of blood mingles with her bruising neck. The pain of a crushed larynx increasing by a tenfold. Then all feeling dissipates, into a soothing numbness.

Imari re-focuses just in time- To doge under the leg that is soaring where her head was previously stationed. Noticing he did’t even bother to remove the blade. She makes quick work of catching it; pulling through muscle tissue, returning the dagger her grasp.

The blood that splatters against her teeshirt proves that her actions were painful. To her dismay the man before her is deadly silent. They circle each other. She studies him for the first time. Long hair sweeps over his eyes, yet he seems to see her just fine. He’s emotionless, silent. His lip is perfectly healed and aside from dirt. There’s not a single scar on his pale skin.

A smile overtakes her as she lunges. At the same time he does.

The following minutes are vexingly challenging for them both. Sweat drips, staining her previously white tee transparent. Every hit she throws is returned with just as much vigour. 

By the time the winter soldier has one metal hand pining Imari’s neck to the wall he’s agitated. A furrowed brow pulls at the smiling woman before him itches a burning annoyance into him. 

Imari knows she’s lost when she misses the weight of a pistol against her hip. If this is how it ends, she’ll go. Knowing she broke the winter soldiers resolve. Chest burning at the lack of oxygen, she shoots a sickening smile. Her body crumples to the floor when the soldier releases her. The kicks he sends flying at her ribs. Rob her of whatever breath she’s desperately regained. Soon the taste of iron chokes upwards her mouth and lands onto his shoe.

He remembers murdering women before; if not a twisted sense of chivalry.  What is stopping him this time?

He wants to do this. This kill comes from no ones order. A vendetta of his very own. The sickening realization that he’s slipping into a true monster. 

His blue eyes blow wide as he looks down at the still figure. Whatever. Footsteps echo the walls. Shit. It’s time to go, he knows it. Yet the Winter Soldier can’t help but uncharacteristically waste a few seconds. Will she rise?

It isn’t until he notices her hand twitch that he takes off. He’d finish this next time. 

Imari’s hand falls from holding her bruised ribs together. She’s smearing the blood that falls from her chapped lips to the floor. As she watches his figure retreat she sinks through the floor.

Narrowly avoiding the pair of avengers who still with concern, at the pool of blood covering the tracks. 

Natasha, hoping her friend is alive at the expense of another life taken. Steve, horribly wishing his old friend lives. Damned be the life of the deceitful assassin.

[marvelgirl7]

AHHHHHH

THAT TRAILER OH MY GOD 

[crewhonk]

High Hopes (Prologue)

Summary: In which two people who are having issues dealing with the card they have been dealt, take a chance and hope for the best. 

Bucky Barnes X Assistant!Reader

Words: 1.5K

series warnings: slow burn, sexual tension, forbidden luvvv, everyone knows about their relationship but they think they’re being sneaky, trauma angst, smut eventually, tony being a bridezilla, nat and steve being Power Couple, captain!bucky

AN: This is my Christmas gift unto you. Happy holidays, you filthy animals. tag list for this series is open until it isnt!

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It had been a rough year for Y/N Y/L/N, and her hopes were low as she scrolled through what seemed to be hundreds of job recruitment websites. She had only finished her business practicum a month ago and had yet to find a job which she deemed acceptable for a young twenty-something-year-old woman with a masters in business. Thankfully her very rich and very lovely best friend, Claudia, allowed her to stay in her brownstone apartment until she was able to afford her own rent or move out or do whatever real adults did when they were expected to do things by themselves. 

The glasses which Y/N had perched on her nose had long since stopped working, her now tired eyes drying and watering at the same time, and making her vision fuzzy around the edges. They were too-wet and too-dry at the same time, strained from staring at her laptop screen and working tirelessly for the better part of her day. To Y/N, submitting resumes and scheduling interviews was honestly her least favorite thing in the whole wide world-- even more than wet socks, or cold hands.

“Anything?” Claudia said, entering her bedroom and handing Y/N a mug of tea before perching herself at the end of the bed. 

“Claudia. I need you to shoot me. Just take out me outside and shoot me like a lame horse or something.” Y/N whined, continuing to scroll. Nothing good was coming up, and she knew she couldn’t be picky for her first Adult job, but damn— she really didn’t want to work at Whole Foods for the rest of her life.

“I’m not shooting you, you’re being really dramatic and it’s unnecessary. Scoot over and give me the laptop.” Claudia crawled over and scooted herself under the heavy quilts, and took the laptop going on a few job-recruiting sites which she had heard of while listening to a podcast earlier that day. 

Y/N pulled the blanket up around her ears then, trying to close her eyes for a second and rid herself of an ebbing headache she could feel pressing against the top of her skull. It was only a few minutes later when Claudia gasped and sat up fully, waking Y/N up from the odd place in between sleep and wake. 

“What the fuck.” Y/N grumbled, nosing herself deeper into the thick pillows. 

“Pepper Potts needs an assistant. She wants someone young and with a masters in business. Y/N. You have a masters in business.” Claudia rushed, clicking on the job posting and slapping Y/N’s shoulder. 

“I’m not going to get it— it’s a public job posting for Tony Starks fiancee. There are probably thousands of applicants.” Y/N groaned, sitting up once more and snuggling into her best friends side. 

“I wouldn’t hurt to apply. Y/N this could be huge. If you’re Pepper Potts assistant, you could do anything after that. Jesus, I’m sure you could even retire!” Claudia handed the computer over to her best friend and watched as Y/N opened her resume folder and dragged it over to the new e-mail box. Within a few clicks, her laptop sent off a whooshing sound and the e-mail square clicked away. 

“There. Oh, God now my hopes are up.” Y/N breathed, deciding thirty resumes were enough for today and shutting her laptop, throwing it to the end of the bed as if it had suddenly become hot. 

“Good. You deserve high hopes after everything that’s happened to you this year.” Claudia whispered, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s shoulders and handing her her tea. 

“Thank you, Claud. For everything.”

“Anything for you, Bear.”

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Bucky Barnes attention was pulled from his mission briefing when one Sam Wilson jutted Bucky’s phone into his face. It took a second for his eyes to focus, but he wasn’t expecting for his own smiling face to be staring back at him. 

The screen in front of him had a picture of Bucky Barnes smiling with his arm wrapped around Steve’s support dog, followed by his first name and his age (which said 31, but was not, in fact,  correct). He furrowed his brows only slightly and read the tiny blurb he assumed would be about him. 

“Not as cool as my name may suggest? What the hell is this?” He looked up at the offending person who was towering over him, who only smiled and plopped down on the table in front of Bucky. 

“You’re lonely, Buck. You need someone other than paperwork and your hand.” Sam said as if the answer was obvious. Bucky, instead of responding, rolled his eyes and threw the phone on the other side of the couch and turned his attention back tot he briefings in front of him. Instead of having the chance to read them, however, Sam snatched them away, piled them neatly into the brown folder and placed it on the table next to him. 

“Seriously, man. As much as you drive me insane, I’m worried about you. I and Donald have hit it off well, Cap’s with Nat and we don’t want to leave you behind.” Sam ushered, his voice the same that he used for his patients at the VA. 

“I’m fine, Sam. You’re not leaving me behind— I’m choosing to do what’s expected of me.” Bucky whined, tired already of this conversation. Sure, it would be nice to be pressed to the back of some pretty dame late at night, but he had no time for that. Steve was hanging up the Captain mantel soon, and he needed to be ready for the question he knew was coming his way. He had no time for play when he had so much work to do. 

“No. What’s expected of you is for you to be happy. Your therapist, among other people, have told you time and time again that you’re ready for a relationship. I know you’re scared, Bucky. I know girls aren’t the same as they used to be. I know it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience but you have to at least try.” Sam frowned, leaning back when Bucky shot up from his place on the desk. Bucky felt vulnerable suddenly— maybe even a bit offended at Sam’s words, but mostly vulnerable. He knew there was no way to hide things from Sam— hell, his job was to read soldiers and help them with their issues, but for Sam to attack him with no given intention before was a slap to Bucky’s face. 

“I’m not scared, Sam. I’ve had enough scared for three lifetimes. I’m focussed— there’s a difference.” Bucky snarled, walking through the living room and snatching the files from their place on the pristine coffee table and leaving the room in a flurry of embarrassment and anger. 

Sam only sighed, watching his best friend storm from the common room. 

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“Yes, oh my gosh thank you. I’ll be there at nine. Yes, thank you for considering me for the position, Ma’am. Alright, see you then. Bye.” Y/N gasped in disbelief, hanging up her phone and leaning with her back against the balcony railing. She stared at the end call screen reflected in her phone for only a few seconds before taking a breath, pocketing her phone, and walking through the penthouse to Claudia’s room. 

The pink room came quicker than she expected, and she stared at her purple-haired friend in an empty shock for a while before she broke frothier spell at the ushering of her friend to do so. 

“Y/N what’s wrong— it looks like you saw something horrifying. Oh Jesus, was it that old lady streaking again? I swear I really should talk to Luke about that—“

“I got the interview.” Y/N said breathlessly. Claudia sent her an excited smile and perked up from her place among the nest of pillows and blankets around her. 

“Well, damn, Girl! Congrats! Movie night and wine to celebrate?” She smiled, reaching for her phone to postulate some expensive wine and take out. 

“No, Claud. I got the interview.” Y/N responded, phone now clutched in her hands. Claudia’s smile fell from her face and the dimple between her eyebrows deepened as she tried to figure out what she was saying. Then, as if a wave crashed over her, Claudia froze and blinked quickly. 

“Wait—“

“It’s at nine tomorrow morning.” Y/N rushed, dizzy with elation. 

“Wait! With Pepper Potts?! That interview?!” Claudia threw the blankets off of her and kneeled on the side of the bed, waiting for the response she knew would come from her best friends lips. 

“I have an interview with the director of Stark Industries at nine.” Y/N repeated. She thought that if she repeated the phrase out loud in different ways, it would sink in and she could feel her feet once more. She was swept up, however, by the mass that was her best friend, spinning her and jumping her around. The girls screamed and spoke in rushed tones for the rest of the night, expensive wine and takeout strewn about the room and almost forgotten. Finally, Y/N Y/L/N had not only caught a break, but the break. 

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[timetravellingkitty]

you got the Spider-Man brain rot too huh ?

Yes (I would ask you to send help but I don't think I want it)