#james barnes

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CROSSING PATHS - PART EIGHT

PART 8 - warnings: all the normal stuff, nothing super specific, wounds, fighting, bucky being incredibly hot, you get it

a/n: following the beginning-middle of CACW, sorry it was late i had a migraine so bad i threw up </3

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It had been around 2 years since you three started the search for James, though you and Steve had to put a hold on that to go deal with Ultron in Sokovia. After you got back, you spent a while getting closer friends with Wanda, since you two had such similar powers. She was called the Scarlet Witch, so you were mostly just referred to as “the Witches” whenever they needed you two. You were there for her after everything that happened in Lagos. You knew she didn’t intend to do what she did, but the world thought differently. You and Steve were the only ones actively comforting her, while Tony and many of the others were busy handling the Accords. Everyone was arguing since no one could agree on the right course of action. Tony, Rodie, and Vision were all on the team that wanted to sign the papers just to get it over with, while everyone else either opposed it, or were on the fence. Steve argued that the document only shifts the blame, and doesn’t actually let us take responsibility, and that they will lose all control of where we go when. Natasha agreed with Tony that we need to get back on the public’s good side.

Steve and Sam went to London for Peggy’s funeral, discovering that Sharon, the “nurse”/SHIELD agent, was Peggy’s niece. You and Natasha went to London, her just topping by on the way to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. She tried to convince Steve to sign, which obviously didn’t work. She hugged him and left for Vienna, while you and Sam stayed with him. The three of you talked with Sharon, and eventually walked her back to her hotel. Steve split off to talk to her by the elevator while you and Sam waited towards the other side of the lobby.

“All of our leads are dead, we have nothing.” Sam said defeatedly. Your phone pinged and you pulled it out to check it.

“Uh- maybe not all of them…” You stared at the screen for a second, before turning it to Sam. He quickly walked over to Steve, you in tow. 

“Steve, there's something you've gotta see.” He stated firmly, before all four of you went up to Sharon’s room and turned on the news. It informed you of an attack at the conference, and showed a video of the suspect. It looked like James, but you could tell something was off. In the past, HYDRA always had him in the same clothes, not really caring about a disguise, because they knew he couldn't be caught. This time, however, he was wearing something over his head, and a jacket with the collar popped up. He looked almost directly at the security camera, like he wanted his face to be seen. Sharon was on the phone with her colleagues while the three of you watched the screen in horror. 

“I have to go to work.” Sharon said, walking over to you three with a sigh. The three of you knew exactly what you had to do. Steve called Natasha to ask if he was alright, and she advised against getting involved. She didn’t know that the three of you were already in Vienna, or at least he didn’t tell her. She warned that if we interfered, we would be arrested. Sam was hesitant, but committed to helping his friends. Sharon gave Steve a file that included a lead on where he was, and warned that they were given orders to shoot on sight. When you looked into the file your heart dropped. He was in Bucharest. You knew it was really him, and that whether he remembered it or not, he went there on purpose. Something in him led him there, knowing you would come find him. 

The three of you had formed a plan on the way there and took your positions. You and Sam waited on the roof, and Steve searched in the apartment.

“Heads up, German special forces approaching from the South” Sam warned over the radio.

“Understood.” Steve responded. You waited for a signal or command, watching the officers surround the building. 

“They’ve set the perimeter.” Sam informed, getting no response. You looked at Sam. “They’re entering the building.” He continued. Before you knew it they were on the roof, which Sam also relayed with no acknowledgement. You two began fighting with them. Sam warned they were about to breach the apartment. You continued, watching as a backpack flew onto a nearby roof from out their window. You continued to fight the officers with Sam, before you saw James jump onto the other building, rolling and grabbing his bag before continuing. You got shot in the stomach while you were distracted, falling behind Sam. You healed yourself and glanced back over, Sam covering you. There was another person over there, fighting with James. 

“Sam, southwest rooftop.” Steve said over the radio. 

“Who the hell is the other guy?” Sam asked, following your gaze for a second, before knocking down the last officer. 

“About to find out.” Steve said, jumping over to the building. A helicopter flew overhead and Steve called for Sam to help. He looked over at you, waiting to see if you were ok to leave. You nodded and he flew off, kicking the helicopter and taking it down. You followed Steve over to the other building, catching up to James and the other person. They continued into a tunnel with cars speeding past you. A German police officer hit Steve, which he quickly recovered from and stole the car. The other man, wearing a cat-like suit, grabbed onto the back of the car Steve was driving. You followed James as he evaded the police, you and Sam both trying to get the other guy off of him. He had stolen a motorcycle and (very impressively) knocked the owner off, flipped it around, and jumped over and landed on it, riding it in the opposite direction. You genuinely took a second just to admire with your eyebrows raised before laughing and continuing on. 

This went on for a little while, Steve following behind you in the stolen car, before James set off a small explosive to try and get the other guy off him. It didn't work for long, as he knocked off of the motorcycle and Steve had to come to a hard stop. He jumped out as it hit some causing the vehicle to flip, and you threw it out of the way so you didn’t get crushed. You and Steve halted around James and the other man on the ground, with Sam a few yards behind you, before you were swarmed and surrounded by police. Rhodey landed in front of you and aimed his guns at you guys. 

“Stand down. Now.” He commanded firmly. Police officers with guns aimed at you surrounded you guys, shouting, and you knew there was no way out. James looked at you directly for the first time since the carriers, and it looked like something clicked in his head. His gaze softened before he looked back at Steve, who also noticed the shift. Steve put his shield onto his back, looking back to Rhodey. 

“Congratulations Cap. You’re a criminal.” Rhodey said, sounding both sarcastic and incredibly disappointed. You and James were knocked onto your knees and taken into custody, Steve and Sam following. The other man retracted his metal claws and took off his helmet. 

“Your highness.” Rhodey said, recognizing the man as King T'Challa from Wakanda. 

You, Steve, and Sam were transported separately from James, who was put into a large glass capsule that had metal restraints on the chair. You hated having to see him like that, after what he had been through for so many years. Steve and Sam chatted with T'Challa about his suit, and the meaning behind the Black Panther. When you arrived at the facility, you were met by a group of German police officers, Sharon, and a man in a suit. You could see James being transported behind you, but he avoided looking at you, like he was ashamed.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Steve asked.

“Same thing that outta happen to you.” The man in the suit spoke. “Psychological evaluation, and extradition.”

“This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.” Sharon explained. 

“What about a lawyer?” Steve asked.

“A lawyer? That’s funny. See their weapons are placed in a lockup.” Ross instructed the officers. “We’ll write you a receipt.” You watched as they took Steve and Sam’s gear from the truck.

“I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” Sam said sarcastically, clearly hiding his anger. You followed the group into the main part of the building, you and Steve both glancing back at James. He returned your gaze, looking like he had nothing left. 

“Youll be provided with an office, instead of a cell.” Ross explained. “Now do me a favor, stay in it.”

“I don't intend on going anywhere.” T'Challa responded. Natasha was walking down the hallway towards you guys, and turned to walk along with you once you met up.

“For the record, this is what ‘making things worse’ looks like.” She said sarcastically to Steve. 

“He’s alive.” Steve said flatly. You were guided into an office, where Tony was on the phone with secretary Ross who wanted you three to be prosecuted. Steve joked with Natasha about getting his shield back, but you weren't paying attention. You couldn’t stop thinking about James. You sat at the table with your head in your hands. Steve went into another room, and Sam sat down next to you. 

“So what’s your deal with him? I mean, I know you two were in the same…’program’, but you and Steve have been real secretive about something. And that-” Sam gestured to how you were sitting. “Is not how you react to someone you don’t know personally.” You sighed heavily and leaned against the back of the chair. 

“We got out once…together.” You began to explain.

“Oh…” He said, surprised. You told him about how you had spent three weeks living together on the run.

“Oh.” He said in a joking flirty voice, with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and laughed. 

“What? I saw the guy, especially that motorcycle moment, there's no way you spent three weeks with him and didn’t-” 

“Alright, that's enough.” You laughed. “It wasn’t like that, it was sweet, it felt so…normal.” You smiled.

“But you did-” He started.

“Oh my god, Sam you're so gross.” You rolled your eyes again and looked over at him. He was staring at you, smiling with one eyebrow raised. “...yes.” You said softly with a laugh.

“I KNEW IT!” He jumped up, laughing and celebrating his “win” that he had guessed correctly. You laughed with him and slapped his arm.

“Youre ridiculous.” You said, shaking your head and smiling. He sat back down next to you and shrugged. 

“I think I’m pretty funny.” He said smugly.

[6toya]

Preacher's Daughter.

Synopsis: You're the preacher's daughter, hidden and kept pure by your single father that's mourning the loss of his wife─your mother. In his shadow, you meet the infamous James "Bucky" Barnes, someone your father wanted you to never engage with. TW: Nsfw themes, 18+, angst, death, fluff, romance?, slightly perverted bucky, virgin reader, set in a southern space, fem reader, everyone in this made-up small town is Christian (sorry if you aren't, this is just for the story), religious guilt, religious themes, religious rebellion, reader is in her early twenties while bucky is in his mid-late twenties, cussing, mentions of creepy old men, mentions of domestic violence and this is more of a dads best friends son trope but can be read as strangers to lovers.

✩°｡🧸𓏲⋆.🧺𖦹 ₊˚ The pitter patter of a barefoot child echoed throughout the two-story house. The emptiness of laughter and warmed engulfed the space more than the hollow tune of the radio ever could. The house was filled with four. A mother, a father, a daughter and a dog. The silver laced urn sat with sorrow on the thick windowsill in the kitchen. Grandmother passed years before the girl was born, her death swallowed the family in anything but happiness. The family was shallow. The husband was work dependent, the wife was emotionally unstable, the dog was never really welcomed, and the daughter grew to realize that God would be her savior. He'd save her from the house that was making her gasp for air. Everything happens for a reason. God is your savior. God loves you. He'll protect his children from evil. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ The curtains to the house swayed with the wind. Windows open to let the summer breeze in. There sat three urns on that thick windowsill now. Your mother, your grandmother and your dog. Your mother─god bless her─died a mysterious cause when you were thirteen. Some said suicide, some said car accident, some said food poisoning and some said assault. But you knew the cause. Your mother died to your father. The angst from your grandmothers passing plagued the household for years and he couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of fury, he struck her. You heard the screaming and yelling, but you couldn't do much. Dad always said that things happen according to god's plan. Her passing was god's plan. You had no friends. Your dad insisted on staying pure. Innocent. Like a lamb. But eventually the lamb grows, right? Eventually you'd be able to make friends, find a boyfriend, get married and have a family. Right? Staying on the family lawn, you often resorted to sewing or reading or attending church. Rosary in hand, head down and eyes closed, you preyed to your god with devotion. You wanted something to break you out this cycle. To feel free. Then it happened. The town was visiting your plot of land for the town meeting. All the families that lived there, children to elders all attended. You sat there, to the left of your father staring at your brown-above ankle boots that by instinct made circling motions in the gravel. You didn't like being the preacher's daughter, especially the attention it came with. But the one time you looked up─the blue eyes from a boy locked with yours. Your feet stopped with the motion, your heart picked up by a few beats and your cheeks rose with blush. You didn't know the man. Didn't know his faith, his family or his face. Only after the eventful evening that only didn't leave you bored because of the mysterious man you saw, did you catch his name. He's Bucky Barnes. "Babygirl, these are the Barnes. They'll be staying with us for a bit, they're visiting from Melrose. A family friend." ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ The events that followed, had you in trance. It started small. Him calling you doll, sweetheart and lovely turned into him holding and kissing your hands, letting you recite the bible to him he didn't really care for it and him helping you with your chores. He and his family were to be staying for a bit. His family wasn't large. It was him and his parents. They stayed in the main house with you and your father; he was worried at first─but ultimately let Bucky stay in the room next to yours. Bucky had to lie and say he had a girlfriend back home. Through letters under doors and hushed promises via torn paper of "Meet me outback of the barn." or "When the rest leave, see me on the back porch." that looked like chicken scratch, you two built something. Something emotional and strong. He noticed how gentle and fragile you were around others, almost like you didn't really interact with people often. He noticed how you lowered your voice when in a room with a man way older than you. He noticed your books of handwritten poetry and tear-stained pages in thick leathered covered books in the library room. You had awfully a lot of books.

"You see this?" He mumbled as his manly fingers entwined themselves with your rosary that laid flat against your chest.

He gave it a quick tug to pull you closer to his warm but welcoming chest. The hot breeze of July sang through the windchimes your mother put up years ago that you never took down. He looked you in the eyes once again, similar to how he first did. "A true Christian would never kiss a sinner under the judgmental eyes of god." One hand goes up to his jaw, the other lays on top of his hand that still has its grip on your rosary. "I.." Hesitation grew in your words. Were you really taking off the sigil of your God for him? "Take..Take it off." His hand balled into a fist, yours stayed on top and with a hard tug then audible pop, your rosary fell into his grasp. Beads flew all over the porch and some landed in your lap. Your faith crumbled under the judgmental eyes of God and in the hands of a man you found yourself inlove with. You found yourself in his lap─hand on his jaw or chest, even in his hair. Lips entangled with heat, desperation and the fresh taste of freedom. He gently pulled you back. "You taste like strawberry." Propping yourself on your knee to give him some space to lean up. "Probably the chapstick. If not, then I guess I have a power." All he did was cackle and look at you before the two of you heard the roaring distaste of the truck his family owned. "Funs over darling, go inside. I'll walk around to the front, so it looks like we weren't together." He said in a rush before leaning down to give you a goodbye for now kiss. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Your father was furious. It was hours later, near supper time when he went outback to gather some wood for the fire and saw the broken rosary on the porch near the now empty swing. He got louder and louder with each word. "You BROKE THE ROSARY?" You sat there in the side room chair in tears, anyone in the dining room could hear the volume of his voice. And everyone was too scared to speak up. The oh so weak, innocent, pure and frail preacher's daughter you are could only speak between sobs but nothing you said was able to be heard properly. "Accident, it was an accident! I promise! I-I was on the swing earlier takin' a nap when the rosary got stuck between the planks a-and it broke!" You finally got out without stumbling back. You were already against the wall; you had nowhere to run. You could see the rage in your fathers' eyes. "An ACCIDENT is not being a whore! You think I don't know what you did? Anyone that isn't half ass stupid would figure it out. Sleeping with a man out of wedlock is a SIN!" "H-he was taking care of the chickens, dad! I s-swear dad, he was watchin' over me, but we didn't do anythin'!" You were fearful of your fathers' anger, but you feared losing Bucky more. "I-I'm not a sinner..." "Y'know what? Go up to y'room. I'll speak to the boy." You spent the evening in your room, swallowed by guilt. The rosary wasn't just any, it was special. Your father had given it to you after you were baptized and swore your loyalty to the religion. He was disappointed in you. Disappointed in what you've become. The Barnes are a family friend, mr and mrs Barnes are his best friends. He never thought his daughter would engage with their disrespectful and sinful son James who turned his back on the religion years ago. He was truly a fool for thinking nothing would happen if he let James have the room closest to yours, he hoped you'd heal him. You were of course his pride and joy. "Listen boy, my daughter is my everythin'. Don't bring her down to hell with you, she's too good for that." He held himself tall against the wall, arms crossed with a scowl on his face. "Sir, me and her are just friends. I'm sure whatever happened yesterday outside was a misunderstandin'. While y'all were out, I was takin' care of the stock. She followed me outback and fell asleep on the swing, I kept an eye on her incase a coyote or bear came runnin' out from the forest." He made sure he sounded believable and reliable. He doesn't want his secret darling getting in deeper trouble.

Your father didn't believe him. He can't believe a sinner. "You're lucky you aren't any older y'hear? I ought to beat you into next Monday."

"May I go to bed? It's-" he looked over at the grandfather clock "11:40 and I'm sure you yourself is tired too." He didn't plan on going to bed, at least not in his bed. Your dad clicked his tongue before turning on his heel to go to his room. "Make yourself trustworthy and do the right thing." Bucky sat there for a minute watching your dad go to his room and shut the door before he went to yours. "Go away dad." He smiled from the opposite side of the door, "It's me." ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ "Y'know.." he pulled you back into him, securing another kiss. "Your dad really doesn't like me." "I know...I like you, so that's what matter, right?" You smiled against him and you felt his laugh before you heard it. He laid kissing all upon your bare arms and torso. "Mhmm..that is what matters." He gently pushed you so you'd lay on your back on the bed. He separated your legs so he could have free reign to your body, asking for consent before doing anything. The two of you lay only in undergarments, no religion in sight. The cross above your bed makes eye contact when you arch your back into his firm, comforting and warm touch. A constant reminder that you're no better than a lamb to the slaughter. Connie Francis sweetly plays on your radio as the night goes on. Moans, kisses and embraces are shared between you both until the sun rolls around. When golden hour shines through your white laced curtains you wake to the mess in your room. Your panties and his boxers on the floor, clothing on the end of the bed, the radio still on playing a random song you don't care about, and an incredibly messy bed. The blanket is barely covering the two of you which left the night breeze to work its way up your naked form. But most importantly, a Bucky holding your waist tight and secured. His touch just as warm as light night and just as lovely as the sun in the early morning. You stare at him for just a second longer to see a smirk work its way up his face and his eyes peak open just a bit to catch yours. "G'mornin' beautiful..." He used his arm to prop himself up and out of your bed. Pushing the blanket to aside to give you more grace. Alongside giving you a fantastic view of his toned chest and below. "So.....Last night?" He cackled as he put his boxers and jeans back on. He struggled with his belt for a minute, morning fogginess if you will. "Was great. It was more than great, but my vocabulary isn't vast enough to describe it." He left the room shortly after getting dressed to not bring suspicion and you? You couldn't find the bra or panties you wore last night. You could've sworn they were in the same spot as his boxers.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ Idk how I feel abt this. I had an idea and decided to js do it but didnt really think abt an ending or what not. I didnt know if i wanted to add steve or not, maybe ill do a pt2 at some point. I really like the idea of southern bucky x preacher's daughter or js southern bucky and religion in general.

[why-i-love-comics]

Ultimates #22 (2026)

written by Deniz Camp art by Juan Frigeri & Federico Blee

[sp4cecowb0y67]

CROSSING PATHS - PART SEVEN

PART 7 - warnings: explosions, gunshots, fighting, missiles, etc

a/n: finally finishing CATWS omg

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You all arrived at the dam facility and Maria brought you all in through a large metal gate, opening to a long, dirty, hallway with stone walls and flooring, like the rest of the building. Maria called out to a man down the hall, alerting him of Natasha’s wound. He said he would take her, but Maria said Natasha would want to see “him” first, referring to another man. The four of you walked with Maria and the man who you assumed was a doctor to a room separated off with a dingy white curtain. She pulled the curtain to the side, revealing Nick Fury laying in a hospital bed with the machines hooked up.

“About damn time.” He said, lifting his head off the pillow. You all talked, discussing his injuries, while Natasha was treated for her gunshot wound. He explained that he used a toxin that Bruce designed to reduce the heartbeat to one beat per minute, which was ineffective for him, but evidently, very helpful in other uses. Steve asked why everything was kept a secret, to which Maria answered that any attempt on his life had to look successful.

“Can’t kill you if you're already dead.” Nick added slyly. “Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust.” Steve looked over at you, before sighing softly and staring down at the ground. 

“Steve..” You said quietly, not wanting to attract anyone else’s attention. He looked at you with no expression, or at least it was unreadable. “Can we talk?” You asked sheepishly, not wanting to make him upset. He turned and started walking down the hallway, nudging his head to direct you to follow him, which you did. He brought you into an empty room and closed the door behind you. He turned to face you, folding his arms across his chest. It was hard to look him in the eyes because of the intense shame and tension you were feeling. 

“Steve I’m sorry, I should have told-” You started but he cut you off.

“We talked about it for HOURS, and you really didn’t think this was an important part of the story?!” He asked aggressively. You sighed. 

“If I had told you you would have been devastated, I knew you would blame yourself for what happened to him and I didn’t want to put you through that.” He sighed angrily as you spoke. “I knew if I told you, you would have stopped at nothing to find him.”

“I could have stopped him, saved lives! I could have stopped him from hurting Fury like that-” 

“Do you really think I didn't think of that?! Like I haven’t been blaming myself for his death for DAYS?! I’m sorry I didn;t tell you Steve but I couldn’t.” You sighed, slumping to the ground and resting your head in your shaking hands. “I couldn’t tell you that because I didn’t want to believe it myself. I wanted him to be out somewhere, living a life without those assholes ruining it every five seconds- I never stopped looking for him, believe me. I hate myself everyday for not telling you.” You finally looked up at him, and to your surprise, he looked confused rather than angry.

“You knew him, didn’t you? And not as what they made him?” He asked, sitting across from you on the floor, his eyebrows furrowed. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed through telling the story of those three weeks you spent together in Romania.

“God, I-.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… come here.” He spoke sincerely and comfortingly as he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back and apologizing for yelling at you. You pulled yourself together and apologized again for not telling him, to which he shook his head and told you he understood. He helped you stand up and gave you one last hug against his now tear-stained chest. You chuckled and apologized for his shirt, which he laughed and shrugged at.

“It’ll dry.” He said with a sweet smile. He started to turn towards the door, when you grabbed his arm. You hesitated to speak, so he turned to face you again.

“He… he talked about you.” You confessed. His brows furrowed and his eyes looked sad, but there was a faint sense of peace in them. 

“He did?” He asked with a half-hearted smile. You recounted the many stories James had told you about Steve as a kid, a few from the war, and other goofy memories. Steve teared up, but smiled and laughed along with each story, even filling in a few details James chose to exclude, usually because they were embarrassing for him. The two of you sighed, before realizing you should probably go find the rest of the group.

You walked back to them filling Nick in on what happened with Pierce and STRIKE, and how you had to stop the launch. They informed you all about the plan to breach the carriers and replace their targeting blades with your own, and how you needed to do all three for it to be successful. Steve and Nick got into an argument about whether SHIELD could, or should, survive this mission. 

“Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” Nick stated.

“Even if you had, would you have told me?” Steve asked accusingly. “Or would you have compartmentalised that too? SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.” Maria agreed with him, which prompted Nick to look at each of you for your opinions. You and Natasha both gave subtle nods and looks of agreement. 

“Don’t look at me. I do what he does, just slower.” Sam said when he turned to him. Nick sighed and sat back in his chair.

“It looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.” Nick said with a slight smile. 

Once you all had a plan, you went your separate ways to prepare. You got your suit and met up with Natasha. You told her how your conversation with Steve went.

“Grooooss.” She smirked. “Genuienly though, that’s good. I’m glad you guys made up.” She said with a smile. 

You met up with the rest of the team and Natasha split off to play her role as a councilwoman for SHIELD while the rest of you, Steve, Sam, and Maria prepared to infiltrate the building. Steve explained what was happening over the P.A. system and attempted to get anyone he could on his side, while you three stood behind him, covering the doors just in case someone tried to come in. Once he was done, you heard gunshots and the helicarriers engaging, kicking the plan into action. Maria stayed in the control room to give you guys intel and do anything she could with her access to help. 

You, Sam, and Steve ran outside, jumping off a high ledge down to a lower level to get closer to the carriers. You threw anything you could at the agents shooting at you, as Sam flew overhead shooting back. Steve was taking them out by hand and using their own grenades against them as the three of you moved closer to your targets. Sam flew off to take out the first carrier, while you and Steve had eight minutes to get the other two. Steve got to his first and successfully replaced the blade. You heard Sam say he was in trouble and saw missiles flying his way. You redirected them towards the carrier itself so that Sam could fly into it. Steve headed for the last carrier, when all of a sudden a plane went down behind you. Then, almost all of the others were blown up in quick succession. All but one, and it was moving too fast for you to stop. Steve needed Sam to fly him up to the other carrier, so you sped over to get the HYDRA agents going after him. You held them off long enough for Steve to get away and onto the other carrier. You had taken a few hits from the agents so you had taken cover to heal yourself. 

You heard Steve and Sam talking in your earpiece, Sam explained he had been grounded and Steve said he had it covered. Maria sent Sam to go get Rumlowe, who was going after Natasha and Nick with the council. Once you were healed, you flew up to the carrier Steve was on. You knew James was up there with him and you had to try again. By the time you reached them, they were brutally fighting. You tried to help, to get close enough to either get the blade switched or to knock James into his own head, but the fight was too rough for you, and you were beaten badly. You didn’t give up, continuing to try, using your powers to get the blade back into Steve’s hands after he choked out James until he passed out. You collapsed on one of the metal bridges off of the center of the carrier.

“One minute.” Maria warned. Steve stopped to try to pick you up.

“Just go, I’m ok.” You said, healing yourself. While you were occupied, James must have woken up as he shot Steve in the side, before also shooting you. You groaned loudly and tried to rip the gun out of his hands, severely weakened. He got a couple more shots in at both of you, causing you to begin to lose consciousness, blinking hard and heavily. Steve mustered up enough strength to switch the blade before you drifted off, falling off of the bridge and out the bottom of the carrier, presumably into the water below. 

You woke up on the shore, choking up water and coughing, rolling over onto your stomach. Once your vision unblurred, you saw Steve beside you, still out cold.

“Steve!” You yelled hoarsely as you dragged yourself over to him. You checked for a pulse, told Maria to call for emergency medical services, and held pressure on the gunshot wound in his stomach. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that day, after you had all been cleared by medical, you and Sam went to visit Steve in the hospital. He was still knocked out from surgery, so Sam played the Trouble Man soundtrack as you two chatted. Sam sat in the chair next to the bed and you stood behind him, looking at the machines.

“On your left.” You hear faintly behind you. Steve smiled at you two, closing his eyes again. Sam chuckled.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Obviously Nick had to stay “dead”, so you, Sam, and Steve accompanied him to look at his gravesite, while Natasha went to the court hearing. 

“So, you’ve experienced this sort of thing before.” Nick said, walking up beside Steve.

“You get used to it.” He responded with a half-smile. 

“We’ve been data-mining HYDRA’s files. Looks like a lot of rats didn’t go down with the ship. I’m headed to Europe tonight. Wanted to ask if you’d come.” Nick explained. 

“There’s something I gotta do first.” Steve told him, glancing over at you and Sam.

“How about you two? Could use a couple folks with your abilities.” Nick offered. 

“I’m more of a soldier than a spy.” Sam explained, so Nick looked at you. You looked down at the ground.

“Sorry Nick, I’m with Steve on this one.” You smiled unconvincingly. 

“All right then.” Nick said, shaking each of your hands. “Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me right there.” He gestured towards his headstone.

“You should be honored, that's about as close as he gets to saying thank you.” Natasha said, walking towards you three with a file. Steve walked up to her a few yards away and had a hushed conversation with her. After they talked, Natasha pulled him over and kissed his cheek.

“Woah-” You said quietly to Sam. He stifled a laugh and shook his head. The two of you walked up to Steve. You looked into the folder, and it was the one you and Steve asked Natasha for, James’ file from HYDRA. 

“You’re going after him.” Sam silently confirmed with you both.

“You don’t have to come with us.” Steve told him.

“I know.” Sam said, nodding. “When do we start?”

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DRAGONFLY: Through Time We Meet. - Chapter 9

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CROSSING PATHS - PART SIX

PART 6 - warnings: explosions, mentions of suicide, guns, car crashes, death, idk yall have seen the movie

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The three of you ran to Steve’s friend Sam Wilson’s house, and explained the situation to him. He agreed to help you and was very compassionate, letting you guys stay the night. When you got out of the shower the next morning, you found Natasha and Steve sitting across from each other, talking about what happened the day before.

“I made breakfast.” Sam said, leaning on the doorframe. “If you guys… eat that sort of thing.” He added before turning and leaving. 

“So, the question is, who at SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha asked, before the three of you walked out of the room together.

“Pierce.” You stated, sitting down at the table with Steve, Sam standing on the other side of the kitchen island, and Natasha standing next to you. 

“Who just happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world.” Natasha said, sounding a little defeated. 

“Well, he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.” Steve explained with a sigh.

“So was Jasper Sitwell.” Natasha realized. You had heard about that mission, and pieced together that it must have been the mission Nick had sent pirates after, the one Natasha called dirty.

“So the real question is, how do the three most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?” You asked, glancing between the two of them.

“Your answer is, you don’t.” Sam interrupted, walking over to Steve with a folder full of his missions and history in the military. He showed off the pictures and plans for the advanced mechanical flight suit he had used.

“I thought you said you were a pilot?” Steve chuckled. 

“I never said pilot.” Sam returned with a smirk.

“I can’t ask you to do this Sam, you got out for a good reason.” Steve started to refuse his help, before being cut off by Sam again.

 “Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in.” He explained sincerely. Sam explained that the last one was at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall. The three of you shared a look, you nodded and Natasha shrugged. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Steve stated confidently.

Once you got the equipment, which as Steve expected was pretty easy, the four of you formed a plan. You all got into position and waited for your signals. Sam called Sitwell's phone, and lured him to the car, while Natasha pointed the gun at him to scare him with the laser. Steve got him up to the roof and questioned him about Zola’s algorithm, bringing him right to the edge with Natasha. She, as planned, kicked him off the roof, which Sam followed up by catching him. You stayed on the ground until that point, acting as a safety net in case anything went wrong. Sam dropped him safely back on the roof, and signalled for you to come up. 

This was enough to scare him into giving you all the information you needed, explaining what the algorithm was for, and who exactly it was targeting: anyone who was a threat to HYDRA, now or in the future. He confessed that after the list was made, the Insight helicarriers would scratch people off, “a few million at a time”.  

You had gotten all the information you needed, so you took him with you to get to the helicarriers. You, him, and Natasha were in the back seat, while Steve got to ride up front with Sam. You discussed how little time you had until Insight launched, and Steve explained that you were going to use Sitwell to bypass the DNA scans to get access to the helicarriers directly, which Sitwell disputed. 

The conversation was abruptly cut short by a thud on the roof of the car, followed by something breaking the window next to Sitwell’s head and ripping him out of it. He screamed as he got thrown in front of a truck in the oncoming lanes. Your heart sank once again, worried that you might finally have to confront the one thing you knew you couldn’t fight: James. All you saw was a glimmer out of the corner of your eye and a gun, as the figure clunked across the roof of the car, but that glint of metal looked too familiar to be anything else. He started shooting through the roof of the car, you moved as far out of the way as you could and Natasha climbed into the front, onto Steve’s lap. He pulled the car’s emergency brake, causing the car to come to a hard and unforgiving stop. You slammed into Sam’s seat, the brakes screeching loudly as you watched James get thrown from the top of the car. 

He landed first on his side, then flipped to his knees and used his metal hand to stop himself while sliding backwards, causing sparks to fly off the road. He slowly stood up and stared forward, right at the car. Just as Natasha lifted her gun to shoot at him, another vehicle hit the rear of Sam’s car, this time causing you to lunge forward over the center console. You felt a few of your ribs crack, and as Sam attempted to steer towards James, it felt like you were dying from the inside-out. James jumped up and grabbed the top of Sam’s car, which was still being pushed forward by the vehicle that hit you, which you assumed was HYDRA. James’ feet crashed through the back window as he hit the top of the car, sending glass flying at your back. You were already occupied trying to heal your ribs, so you had to endure the cuts from a few pieces of glass that were propelled especially hard.

Sam tried to break the car once again, as Natasha reached for her gun that had fallen by Steve’s feet. James reached through the windshield and ripped out the steering wheel. At this point, you were genuinely fearing that he might kill you as well as Natasha, Steve, and Sam. You could only heal yourself so fast, and your body would only do it on its own if you were conscious. You thought about how you were lucky you hadn’t attempted like Banner had, which you had learned in a conversation you two had last year, but worried your luck was going to run out. You tried to use your powers to throw James off but he was too strong, and you were both moving too fast, you couldn’t get a good enough hold on him.

You could, however, see Natasha’s gun now, so you lifted it up to her. She gave you a nod and started shooting at James, which finally got him to jump off your car. You knew you shouldn’t feel bad, it wasn’t really him right now, but you couldn’t help but hope he didn’t get killed, despite knowing that was the only thing that would stop him from killing you four first. 

The vehicle hit the car from behind again, which sent the car spinning into the guardrail, and flipping it. You lifted yourself out of the broken window that was now tilted up, as Steve grabbed Natasha and Sam, slammed all three of them into the door he was leaning up against, which slammed to the ground, sending the car flying. The three of them skidded along the road, with you not far behind as you couldn’t hold yourself up too long on account of the immense pain you were feeling. 

The cars around you braked hard and skidded, avoiding hitting any of you before speeding off. The four of you got up and ran for cover as James jumped off the vehicle and got a grenade launcher from one of the men in it. He shot directly at Natasha and Steve, Natasha running while Steve took the grenade with his shield, getting separated from it and flung off the overpass into a bus below. You, Sam, and Natasha all ran and took cover behind cars, while Natasha shot back at the agents raining fire over you. You threw Sam’s overturned car at them before hiding back behind another abandoned vehicle before you could be shot by the ones still standing. You choked back tears thinking about James, and knowing he was still under their control. 

You didn’t have time for that now, though, as the group still advanced towards you three. Natasha had to jump over a barrier to avoid another grenade, while you threw a third one away from you. You covered Sam while you two ran, the group seemingly focused on the fact that Natasha had run under the bridge. You watched as Natasha got a few good shots in towards James, before turning cover. James jumped to follow Natasha and sent his remaining group members towards Steve. You helped Sam kill the last one that they had left on the bridge and grab his gun. He shot a few uncovered members of the team while you lowered yourself to the ground where Steve was. The two of you looked up at Sam, who was engaged in a firefight with the final guys remaining. 

“Go, I got this!” He yelled to you two, so you and Steve went to help Natasha. She had set something up to distract James and ambushed him from behind. When he got loose, he shot her in the shoulder, you ran to help her and pushed the car he had jumped on out of the way so he couldn’t shoot at you while you came to her aid. Just as he got back up, Steve came in and started fighting him. You watched out of the corner of your eye while you applied pressure to Natasha’s wound. You tried to come up with a way to get close enough to him to attempt to knock him out of it again, but with him and Steve moving so fast, you were more likely to get injured again, or worse. 

“It’s not worth it.” Natasha said, as if she could read your mind.

“I’m supposed to be the one with the mind powers.” You said with a nervous chuckle, watching as Steve knocked off James’ mask. When he turned to face Steve, you bit your lip hard and knew you Steve was going to kill you if you lived through this.

“I feel like there might be a small part of this story I might not have been aware of…” Natasha said softly, staring at you and watching your reaction. You tried to stammer out a response but couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Steve stood up straight, staring at James with the same knowing look you knew he would. 

“Bucky?” He said, his voice laced with shock and hurt.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asked back. It felt like you had been stabbed in the gut when you heard that interaction. You had heard their friendship from both sides, heard how fondly they talked about each other, and now this. Tears rolled down your cheeks.

“We gotta go.” You said through your teeth, worried that if you opened your mouth you wouldn’t be able to stop the feelings from flowing out. Just as you said that, Sam came down with his wings and kicked James down to the ground. He hadn’t fallen far from you so you made the split second decision that you had to try. You tried to throw your powers his way, catching his gaze. You froze as his eyes met yours. Just for a second he stopped, and looked at the ground, before turning back to Steve and raising his gun. It wasn’t enough. He shot towards Steve, set off an explosion, and disappeared. You helped Natasha stand as you were surrounded by STRIKE agents, who took all four of you into custody. 

You were silent the entire ride in the transport van. 

“It was him.” Steve said, staring at the ground. “He looked right at me, like he didn’t even know me.” It hurt you to hear this even more, knowing he was too preoccupied to put the pieces together that you knew everything all along. At this point, you completely zoned out, until Natasha told Steve it wasn’t his fault, then he stared right at you. You figured they must have been talking about how it was possible. You couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Even when I had nothing I had Bucky.” He said, which caused your eyes to well up again. 

“Steve I-” You started to try to explain yourself, though you weren’t even really sure what you were going to say. You knew the entire friendship was probably gone.

“Don’t.” He cut you off. “Not now.” Your lip quivered as you looked him in the eye. He didn’t look angry, just hurt. This only made you feel worse, somehow. 

Sam started talking to one of the masked agents about Natasha’s wound, when one of them pulled out a taser, pulsing it at Sam, before pressing it into the other agent’s chest, kicking them in the face, and letting them fall to the ground unconscious.

“Ah. That thing was squeezing my brain.” Maria said, taking off the mask to reveal her face. You all stared at her in shock and confusion. “Who is this guy?” She asked, looking at Sam and then back at Steve.

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Ultimates #22 (2026)

written by Deniz Camp art by Juan Frigeri & Federico Blee