#freightfell

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@freightfell​ continued from x

“Bucky?”  Sharon muttered sleepily when a soft rustling woke the blonde from her sleep.  Rubbing at her eyes, Sharon quickly flicked on the lamp, the light nearly blinding her, but somehow she managed to find his body in the same spot next to her where she’d last seen him before drifting off  “Bucky?”  The former agent questioned again, this time sitting up as worry set into her features.  

But before she could even move to him he let out a blood curdling scream causing the blonde to jump.   “Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!”  Fingers run through his hair, smoothing some of it as another one gently rubs his arm-- offering him a small yet panicked filled smile when his eyes finally opened.  

“You’re okay...you’re okay.  It was just a bad dream...you’re home.  Everything is okay....it was just a bad dream....are you alright?”  

[krasnayavedma]

Jealousy

The quiet hum of people gathered in Avengers Compound was a welcome thing. God only knew Wanda needed an occasional push towards being surrounded by others even if she didn’t know anyone aside from the team. Her days were mostly spent withdrawn after all, or training and going on assignments where she was needed.

Standing by herself in a corner with a drink in hand, she quietly observes. Thor, Sam, and Maria playing pool with a group of veterans; Clint, Scott, and Bruce talking to Peter and Ned about the importance of staying in school - and science, probably; her eyes wander to the others on the team, scattered here and there .  .  . when green hues land on the person of her affection conveniently talking to a cute, dark-haired young woman.

Wanda did not know what jealousy was nor what it felt like. Having grown up an orphan and fighting for survival, the concept was entirely new and simply unfathomable to her. She simply didn’t have anything to be envious about. ( Except for that time when Pietro gave a dress to Zrinka, but that was hardly the time or place to turn green with envy. ) Bucky was just a friend, and free to see whoever he wanted .  .  . then why did she feel this way ?? It wasn’t like they were even together. And besides, her increasing feelings were most likely unrequited, one-sided only on her part.

She continues to stare until she feels her eyes turn a radiant scarlet red for the briefest of moments ( out of jealousy ! ) when her thoughts are immediately interrupted by Clint and Sam. She sighs somewhat in frustration albeit mostly in relief. Could she have mind-controlled that girl to leave? Easily. Was she going to? No. Not even if her impulses screamed otherwise. Her feelings eventually simmer down as she talks to the two men that she’s come to know as friends, and while she had a sneaky suspicion they saw her reaction from where they were in the exceedingly vast room, she doesn’t push it. Au contraire, she’s glad for their presence.

Maybe - just maybe - someday soon, Wanda was going face her fears and muster the courage to confront Bucky about her feelings and see where that takes her.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours / drabble list - send on anytime! / @freightfell !

[ofgunsandlipstick]

She’s still half asleep when she feels the bed dip as Bucky rolls out of bed--she’s not a morning a person. From the master bedroom, she can hear him in the kitchen and by the time he returns, the haze of sleep has dissipated. It’s early yet and something about the sight of her husband bring a tray of breakfast goodies makes Peggy more than tempted to ignore said breakfast goodies in favor of other activities. And if, perhaps, her invitation is a bit coquettish, well he doesn’t seem to mind.

She grins as Bucky crawls back into bed, pulling her close, though Peggy playfully slaps her hand over his mouth as he mentions their daughter. “Shh, you’ll summon her,” she teases. It sometimes feels that Poppy has a supernatural ability to interrupt any moment they get together. Leaning in, Peggy kisses his lips softly, full of promise. “Have I mentioned how very sexy I find a man bringing me breakfast in bed.”

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@freightfell​ | semi-plotted 

Walking hand-in-hand with her love, a small genuine smile tugs at the corner of Wanda’s lips. She takes in a deep breath, basking in the small semblance of peace she was feeling. A light breeze blows her hair back as the Sokovian takes in the various sights and sounds of the beach. The sun was beginning to set over the vast ocean thus paving way for the lights and carnival rides on Coney Island to light up. This wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen; and truth be told, she couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the day. Outside, in the sun and water .  .  . not having to worry. It was a welcome change, and she was especially grateful to spend it with Bucky.

Green eyes glance curiously at the different games on the boardwalk, her interest and wonder starting to build. She’d once heard how these exact games were rigged, to keep people from winning the stuffed animals that were offered as rewards. The thought makes her frown, though not even she can hold back her regard and desire to play anyway. ❝ I bet I could win you something, ❞ she finally says, distractedly. ❝ I think I see something I could be good at over there. ❞

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@freightfell​ continued from x

“Right.”  Digits fiddle together nervously as she gave a quick nod.  “And we were under pressure- our emotions were all over the place...it was normal.”  Nearly dying was pressure enough right?  “I mean not that it wasn’t- it’s not that I didn’t like-”  The agent stopped, her lips pressing together as she forced herself talking.  This was the last thing they needed...even if Sharon felt differently.  It didn’t matter.  “What I’m trying to say is we’re good.  Right?”

[krasnayavedma]

𝖠 𝖣𝖠𝖸 𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖧 ☀️⛱️

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[krasnayavedma]

❝ You’re pregnant? ❞

Wanda sits on the edge of their bed; her green eyes stare at the wall in front of her. She fidgets with the rings on her fingers, unknowing of how to process the information of a sudden surprise .  .  . or how to break this certain news to her partner-in-crime. All the signs were there — she’d been late to start with, followed by an increased appetite and abrupt mood swings. Not to mention, she’d been acting unusually shy around Bucky — even something so little as a glance made her knees weak and cheeks pinken. Her suspicions were confirmed by the positive pregnancy test, as well as the expert screening given by her doctor earlier that day. At this moment, Wanda didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. How could she be expected to bring a life into the world given her past ? Was she strong enough to raise a child ?? What if it ended up like her ? For the first time in a long time, Wanda felt fear. Anxiety gripped her insides like a vice, her insecurities kicking in full gear.

And she doesn’t know how she’s going to tell Bucky or how he’ll react. Their entire lives were about to change. Contemplating whether she should wait to share or not, Wanda ultimately decides it’s for the best to tell him right away. He’s bound to find out sooner or later given her slowly-growing stomach. She lets out a breath and goes searching for him in their humble abode. ❝ I have something to tell you, ❞ she says in an uneasy tone when she finally finds him.

Wanda casts her gaze to the ground unable to quite meet him in the eye. Mustering the courage to speak up, she whispers it at first — a quiet ❝ I’m pregnant ❞ — so low, she wondered for a moment if he had heard her. When there’s no immediate response, she almost says it again, louder; though Bucky saves her the trouble by breaking the cultivating silence. She finally looks up at him, in part to gauge his reaction to the news, and nods, confirming. ❝ I’m pregnant. I just found out. ❞ She reaches for his hands and puts them on her still-flat but expanding belly. ❝ There is a chance we might have twins because I’m a twin .  .  . but, I think we’ll have to wait until I can get my first ultrasound to find out. Are you happy ?? ❞

@freightfell / pregnancy sentence starters !

[ofgunsandlipstick]

The suggestion itself is made in a haze of exhausted affection. His work schedule has meant they’ve spent the past week apart and she could hardly be blamed for wanting to take advantage of the first night she could spend with him in seven days. But as the words she’s said sink in, Peggy finds herself not only calm, but confident. She wants this; she wants to fall asleep at his side, to wake up and know even on the days he has to go in early that she’ll see him at the end of the day.

“Yes,” Peggy insists when he checks with her. In a flash, she realizes she’s not entirely sure where he’s at and insecurity causes her to start babbling. “I mean, you’re hardly at your place anyway these days-” Her words are cut off by Bucky moving close, kissing her softly. “I love you,” she murmurs, cupping his jaw and grinning, “Roomie.”

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