Request: Tumblr ate the original request but it was something along the lines of: “Loki finding his lover who he’d thought was dead but was actually banished to Earth”
A/N: Takes place during the events of 2012’s The Avengers because I miss that era of Marvel SO BAD
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In your time on Earth, few things had posed such a potential problem as the Tesseract. While few had the ability to use it, its very presence invited those who would attempt to use its power to harm the universe. Including your old flame, Loki. He’s why you’d been so quick to accept Fury’s invitation to assist with its retrieval.
You doubt he even knew of your involvement until he’s been captured and brought aboard the SHIELD helicarrier. Until those brilliant icy blue eyes meet yours through the window of Banner and Stark’s lab as you help them bridge the gap between the Tesseract’s science and magic as he’s escorted to the holding cell, wrists shackled and a muzzle clamped over that too-clever mouth. You can see the flicker of shock in the miniscule tilt of his brows, the creeping wave of doubt that replaces the recognition. You can’t blame him for doubting the reality of your presence, not after everything that had happened.
And you leave him with that doubt as the days pass, as SHIELD agent after SHIELD agent attempts to crack him. You let him stew over whether he’d truly seen you or just a doppleganger as the buzz begins to settle and security begins to lapse, and then, finally, late in the night you go to him, security cameras fuzzing out and guards slipping into the warm grasp of sleep in your wake.
In just a few short breaths from your sleeping Midgardian colleagues you stand opposite the thick wall of glass keeping Loki contained, face to face with your lover for the first time in centuries. He seems startled, though only someone who knew him as well as you would’ve been able to tell.
“Hello, my love,” you say, a hand coming up to press against the glass between you without conscious thought. It had always been instinct for you to want to be close to him.
He’s silent, but you know it comes only from that brilliant mind racing - that he’s calculating odds and probabilities. That he’s trying to determine the truth of your presence - whether it’s really you or just another trick SHIELD is using to try and get to him.
“You died,” he says slowly, not yet believing you, but still unwilling to put further distance between you. “A very long time ago.”
A wry smile twists your features and you pull back, fingertips cool from the glass, and start to circle the glass prison. His gaze does not waver from you. “I suppose that is what Odin would have told everyone, yes,” you sigh. You gesture up toward the security cameras, “They’re off, by the way. And the guards will not disturb us, I’ve made sure of that.” There’s a flicker, a waiver of reality, as you vanish and reappear inside of the cage behind Loki. “You know what he told me? That I was dangerously close to destroying your destiny, and Thor’s alongside it. He said I would uproot the very fabric of fate if I remained at your side.”
He doesn’t turn to face you, though you can see a fraction of the tension leave his shoulders under the rich greens and burnished golds of his armor.
“I told him I would rather die than be kept from you. And he said that he could make me wish for death.” It hurts to remember the look on the All-Father’s face, to think of the weight of his decree, but Loki deserves to know everything. To be able to make his own choice for once in his long life. “He sent me here with nothing and no one and no way for me to get back to you.”
The silence is heavy, bearing down on your shoulders with all the weight of the things you’d never gotten the chance to tell him. The truths you’d learned that you hadn’t been able to tell him, the ‘I love you’s’, the eternity you should’ve been able to spend together.
“Did you try?” he asks, voice soft like silk bedsheets in sleepy afternoons spent curled up together and crushed velvet clutched in desperate fingers. “Did you try to find a way back?”
Your voice is thick, the words hard to force out around the heft of their truth, “Every day.”
He turns, finally, the ache in his blue eyes matching the one in your heart and he makes it a half step toward you before he starts to collapse and you surge forward to meet him, arms curling tight around his waist to support him and keep him close to you. His fingers tighten into the leather of your armor, holding you just as tightly. He will not lose you again. “I mourned,” he says, and you can hear the pain, the tears threatening to choke his words, “By all the realms, I mourned.”
“I know,” you murmur, because you do. You’d had no way of knowing if he lived, all those years with you trapped here, but you had hoped and mourned anyway - grieving over all the years you should have had. “But we’re together now. Loki, we can go.” His weight eases against you as he looks up at you and you can see your suggestion taking root, “We use the tesseract to get off this planet and go somewhere, just the two of us. No Odin, no Chitari, no destiny that we do not build ourselves.”
A breathless sort of laugh escapes him and you can feel his fingers slip up your back to curl into your hair and he drags you down until he can kiss you, deep and longing and aching in a way you can feel through every fiber of your being. “Okay,” he says, when he pulls back for a breath. “Okay.” He’s smiling so broadly he’s nearly unable to kiss you again. Nearly.
And you feel the same joy echoing through you, knowing that the two of you are free now, free to be together and build the future you never thought you’d get.
[It has been a few hours after the argument between the two, what Y/N doesn't realise is that... She's gonna try to apologise in the most "her" way possible–
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[Y/N sits on the couch until he hears a rattle coming outside his apartment window]
Attempt #1 : Wanda is hanging upside down, looking through the glass. She has a handwritten sign that reads "I'm sorry and to show how sorry I am, I've bought you a T-shirt that says 'Hot fucking ass' it's coming in 3-5 business days!"
[Y/N stares, unmoved, and pull the curtains shut]
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Attempt #2 : A boombox is blasting a love song outside his door. Y/N opens it to see Wanda wearing a tight, red, heart shaped suit, holding a gigantic box of chocolates
Wanda : It's the "I was being a colossal pain in your tender, loving ass" apology!
[Y/N closes the door]
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Attempt #3 : Y/N sitting down at the kitchen, eating something he ordered online until he gets a notification from Wanda... It's a picture of Wanda in a prone position, legs up, using her hands to hold her head while half naked. The caption being "Can you really be mad at all of these"
[Y/N almost choke on his food]
M!Reader blushing : What the heck, Wanda?!–
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Attempt #4 : Y/N hears a loud motorcycle engine outside, he opens the window, and sees Wanda on a large motorcycle while wearing clothes that looks like she's a delinquent... Oh–she's also holding a puppy she just found somewhere
Wanda : This little guy says you shouldn't be mad at me anymore!
[Y/N just stares at the scene–the attire, the puppy, the guilt in her eyes beneath the mask. Y/N sighs and chuckles st the same time]
M!Reader : Fine...
Wanda : Does that mean I can stay?!
M!Reader : Yeahyeah–you can stay...
Wanda : YES! I KNEW THE PUPPY THING WOULD WORK!
[An old lady walks up next to her]
Wanda : Thanks for letting me borrow pupster, Gertrude!
Please Take this story with a grain of salt, I wrote this last night after- Shocker shocker, playing a boardgame while drunk with friends.
Enjoy!
Sunday Night
The Dining Room
The dining room was a chaotic mess of snacks, board games, and half-empty soda cans. It seemed this evening hame was Clue- Which was already a bit of a mess.
The group was gathered around the table already halfway through the game and going back and forth a bit. Especially Remy and Rouge which Jubilee was egging them on While Morph, kept shifting into different characters in the Clue game- Currently Miss Scarlett.
Scott and Jean, the resident "mom and dad" of the group, were trying to keep things civil- However utterly failing. Especially since Jean had decided to focus on the snacks a bit more then the game itself as she had resigned to keep from cheating.
"Now Morph Miss Scarlett is hotter-" Remy said with a laugh seeing how more did a little leg kick through the red dress.
"Like.. Naomi Campbell Hot or Jennifer Anderson Hot?" They asked quickly.
"Jessica Rabbit Hot-"
Jubilee said, Earning a nod in agreement and sharing a small High Five which earned Remy Glare from Rouge- and giggles from the rest of the group.
"You knowww, Where’s Kurt? He hasnt been at game night last couple times and he loves Clue"
Jubilee asked, tossing a piece of popcorn into the air and catching it in her mouth.
"Dude’s been MIA every night this week. It’s like he’s got a secret life or somethin’."
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Now that ya mention it, he has been actin’ weird. Always sneaking off after dinner."
Gambit leaned back a bit, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Maybe our fuzzy elf’s got himself a lady friend. Or a fella friend. Who knows"
The room erupted into giggles.
"Kurt? Hes so innocent I doubt it- I mean.." Rouge waved off, but even by the tone of her voice she wasn't sure.
Now the whole team quiet as they thought, Scott adjusted his visor, trying to look serious.
"If Kurt’s seeing is someone, it’s his business. We shouldn’t pry though."
Jean elbowed him gently. "Oh, come on, Scott. You’re not even a little curious?"
Morph, now in the form of a Professor Plum smiled, "I say we investigate. Whoever finds out who Kurt’s been sneaking off with wins... uh, bragging rights!"
"Welp I'm disqualified" Jean mumbled as she knew that her abilities would take away the fun.
"And," Gambit added, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "a week off from Danger Room duty. Losers cover the winner’s shifts."
And just like that-
The bet was on.
Monday
Rogue in the Kitchem with a Poptart
Rogue decided to take the direct approach.
She cornered Kurt in the kitchen after breakfast, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
"Alright, sugar, spill it. Where ya been runnin’ off to every night?"
Kurt, who was munching on what remained of a stray cherry poptart choked at the bluntness.
"Ach, Rogue! I-uh-just been... training! Ja, traininc. Lots of it."
Rogue narrowed her eyes.
"Trainin’, huh? At midnight? and Ive never seen the Danger Room active thag late-"
"Welp that's what's going on- Bye!"
Kurt said suddently as he tossed the poptart at her andteleported away in that very second, leaving Rouge with a scrunched up face and a half eaten poptart jn her hands.
Tuesday
Jubilee in the Gardens with a Coat
Jubilee decided to tail Kurt like a spy.
She donned a trench coat and sunglasses as she went behind trees and trail the male as he walked through the gardens as if looking for something.
However whenever she thought she was getting close enough to do something- he teleported to a different part of the gardens.
"Fuck-"
She hissed as she attempted to keep up, rushing through the brush of freshly watered grass which lead to- Well her sliding face first into the Mud with a loud yelp.
....
Hearing soft footsteps Jubilee looked up to See Kurt smiling down at her, knowing immediately that he knew she had been following him.
"Nice try mein Freund."
Kurt said cheerfully teleporting away with a laugh leaving Jubilee there in the mud.
Wednesday
Morph in the Study with the Teacup
Morph had this in the Bag- They knew this would be it-
Transforming into a Teacup knowing that Kurt always had tea in the Study at this hour. Wiggling their way amongst the others and almost giddy.
Waiting calmly and right on Cue- Kurt walked into the kitchen grabbing a tray and some snacks to put on it as he set a pot to boil.
Opening up the cabinets to select the cups, Kurt grabbing his normal one before picking up Morph and looking the cup over.
"Das hier ist süß"
He mumbled, clearly having someone in mind on his selection Morph and set them on the tray next to the tea snacks and now pot of tea.
Kurt Looked around hesitantly as if expected one of them to pop up- before walking into the Study and grabbing the tea pot beginning to pour into both cups-
..... "AHHHH!!"
Morph yelled out before shifting out of the cup form and jumping up and down in pain. Kurt standing there like he was seconds from a heart attack before Glaring at Morph. Who looked at the other with a smile-
"Sooo About that-"
Morph started before Kurt pointed to the door of the study, his tail flicking behind him in clear annoyance. Morph silently walking out with his head down-
Thursday
Scott in the Danger Room with a pebble
Scott had head how, well Unhappy Kurt seemed to be getting-
Especially after Morphs little stunt.
So he tried a different approach, As the team practiced in the Danger Room. He happened to be the closest to Kurt in the moment as he blasted some of the Holograms holding his visor.
"Hey Kurt- I just wanted to extend a bit of a.. olive branch Fuzzy- The team has just been curious and-"
He shot another one of the decoys as Kurt moved from a attack from one of the fake robots.
"They Just want to know who it i-"
A pebble hit Scott perfectly on the side of his head incredibly hard. Making the male look to Kurt who had clearly throw it- paired with the nastiest Glare he had ever seen on Kurt's face with his tail flicking behind him so hard it cut the air.
"..Drop. It."
Kurt growled out- Scott clearly surprised and gave a soft nod.
"Copy-"
Friday
Remy in the Hallway with a Boot
Remy sat there in his room, trying to think over how to get Kurt- It had been almost impossible to find the blue teleporting all day-
Seemingly having vanished after Scott's attempt which from what was told- Kurt was now royally pissed off.
'This was harder then I thought'
Getting up from bed he decided some water- walking down the hall with hands in his sweatpant pockets pondering to himself some ideas of where to even find him when he heard it- giggling and hushed voices?.. and he defiently reconizing one of them.
Looking at were he was near he saw it was your room-
He ranked through his brain as he thought back to your name- (Y/N)? If he remembered correctly the sweet mutant who worked as a Understudy of Dr. McCoy.
He gave it another second before hearing another sound of a second voice- fairly sure it was speaking in german, Remy stepped close pressing his ear to the door he listened in.
He heard your voice first in a clearly flirtatious way- followed by Kurt’s flustered German murmurs and giggles.
Remy’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening- or what he was hearing the 'after' of. In his shock, he leaned too hard on the door, which swung open suddently.
The scene before him was... Well Damn.
"What the Fuck!" You yell out, bright red seated on the bed, covered in hickies, bites and desperately trying to pull the blanket over yourself in a attempt for modesty.
Kurt jumping from yhe bed as he fumbling with his clothes while yelling in a mix of German and English.
"Remy! What are you—ach, du lieber Gott! OUT!-"
Gambit, recovering quickly, burst into laughter.
"Oh, mon ami, Getting it in on!!"
He backed out of the room, still cackling before a boot was thrown at him square in the nose and he ran as fast as he could while still laughing.
Hearing the angry sounds of Kurt- Not knowing German but knew the sounds of someone prepared to kick his ass and cursing him out.
Saturday
The Livingroom
Remy sat on the couch of the livingroom- Still holding the ice pack on his blackeye as the others sat around as well-
...
Rouge rubbing her temple feeling quite guilty she had pushed her poor brother this far- And also absolutely humiliating the both of you by Remy little stunt.
"So you mean to tell me, You guys went so far to drive Kurt to actually attack one of you-"
Jean said with a smile as she looked at each one of them.
"And Just to find out Kurt was gonna tell you guys anyway at this next game night and wanted to invite them- (Y/N) was just being shy"
She mused, Sipping her water with a giggle Earning a half hearted Glare from Scott who deflated and nodded, Jubilee seated next to Morph as they seemed just as drained and nodding quietly.
"And now all of you guys gotta do all of Kurt's Danger Room duty for the next 6 months, and his chores AND pay for their next date nights for the month- Hope it was worth it"
Remy was the first to speak up pulling the pack from his eye.
Mantis X Reader, You find yourself alone in Asguard, until—
You did not remember when the garden began. Only that it had always existed within Yggdrasil. The trees stretched endlessly in every direction, their branches woven with threads of gold and silver lines in their roots. Leaves shimmered softly, stirring without wind, as though responding to something within itself. Beneath it all, the ground pulsed with quiet life, steady and eternal.
At the heart of it stood You.
The keeper of life. The god of life itself, You knelt beside a cluster of pale blossoms, their petals still drawn tight, waiting.
For a moment, nothing moved.
You calmly lifted your hand.
The sky answered.
Clouds gathered at your call, slow and gentle, rolling over the canopy like a drifting thought. Rain followed, soft and deliberate, soaking into the soil, feeding root and stem alike. The blossoms bloomed. A faint, almost imperceptible smile crossed your face. And for a while, there was only the sound of rain.
Then—
Thunder.
Immediate.
The canopy split apart with a deafening crack as something tore through the branches above. Wood splintered. Leaves scattered like startled birds. A bolt of lightning struck the earth beyond the grove, shaking the roots of the garden itself. The peace shattered.
You slowly rose up, knowing there was only reason that thunder was even there. At the center of it stood Thor, lightning still dancing faintly around his form, his expression bright with triumph, as though he had arrived at a celebration rather than caused a disruption.
Behind him, others followed.
A living tree stepped forward first, placing a careful hand against one of the garden’s trunks.
“I am Groot,” said Groot softly looking around.
Nearby, a small creature with sharp eyes and quicker hands scanned the surroundings with clear intent to commit robbery.
“There’s no way this place isn’t worth something,” muttered Rocket Raccoon.
Another turned slowly in place, taking in the endless greenery with open curiosity, pressing a button upon his face, his helm dissipates and reveals a face, The Lord of Stars, Starlord.
“Okay,” said Star-Lord, “this is officially the weirdest garden I’ve ever seen.” He says, and finally the last to step out was a being just as offputting as them all, a woman. And then there were the antennae.
They rose softly from her brow, shifting with each subtle change in her expression, reacting not to the world around her… but to what she felt within it.
Curious. Unusual.
Thor spread his arms wide, pride radiating from him.
“Behold!” he declared. “One of the great wonders of Asgard!”
His gaze found You easily, his grin widening.
“My sibling!” The garden had gone still.
Even the rain had ceased. The garden had already been disturbed. Refusing him now would change little.
“You arrive loudly brother,” you said at last, their voice calm, but edged faintly with disapproval.
Thor laughed, entirely unbothered. “As all great arrivals should be!” he declared. “Come, sibling, do not look so grim. I bring allies… and friends.”
Your face drifted past Thor, settling briefly on the others. The living tree was something quite different. You sighed and motioned.
“…You may walk the garden,” You said. “But tread carefully.” Thor beamed, clapping his hands once.
“You see? Hospitality! And perhaps,” he added, leaning in slightly, “you would show them the roots. The great tree itself.” Thor asks, summoning your wooden staff, you began to walk, letting them all follow.
The deeper they walked, the quieter the garden became. The trees moment slowly stills.
Even Star-Lord lowered his voice, though not by much.
“Okay, I’m just saying,” he muttered, glancing around, “this feels like the kind of place where if you touch something, you get cursed for eternity.”
“It’s a place of life, only life. The only curses one can attain is by me, and Only if you are foolish,” You replied calmly.
Star-Lord blinked.
“…Cool. Coolcoolcool.” Ahead, the forest opened into a clearing bathed in soft, luminous light. At its center stood a great tree unlike the others, its bark glowing faintly, its branches heavy with radiant, pulsing fruit. The air itself felt alive.
“This,” You say, “is one of many roots of Yggdrasil.”
Their gaze lifted toward the fruit.
“The Lyffrit tree.” A faint glow pulsed from one of the hanging orbs.
“From it, life energy gathers… and grows.”
For a moment, there was silence. Even Thor seemed to respect it.
“…Huh,” said Rocket Raccoon.
All eyes turned. Rocket squinted up at the glowing fruit, gears clearly turning behind his expression.
“So… hypothetically,” he began, “how much would one of those go for?”
You simply tilted your head—towards Rocket.
Low growls rippled through the clearing.
From the underbrush, from the branches, from shadows that had not been there a moment ago—eyes appeared. Creatures of fur, feather, and something older and wicked watched Rocket carefully.
Slowly, very slowly, he raised his paws.
“Okay,” he said, quick and measured, “that was a joke. Totally a joke. No stealing. No selling. We’re good.”
A beat.
Then—“Wow,” said Star-Lord, folding his arms with a grin. “Your furry brothers don’t like ya huh.” He says and Rocket shot him a glare.
“Oh, like you weren’t thinkin’ it!”
“I was not thinking it out loud,” Star-Lord replied.
Thor burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the trees like rolling thunder.
“Ah! You see, sibling?” he said, gesturing broadly. “They bring life to even the quietest places!”
But for just a moment, Your gaze shifted again—toward Mantis. Laughter and conversation carried faintly through the trees as Thor guided the rest of the group further along the path, his voice still loud, still proud.
But not all of them followed.
Mantis lingered.
She stood near the Lyffrit tree, her gaze fixed not on the glowing fruit… but on You.
For a moment, she said nothing. Then, slowly, she stepped closer.
“You are sad,” she said softly.
You did not turn, but heard her clearly.
“No,” you replied, calm as ever. “I am at peace.”
Mantis tilted her head, her antennae giving a faint twitch.
“…Both can be true.”
Only slightly.
“You speak with certainty,” you said. “For one so fleeting.”
“I feel what others feel,” Mantis answered gently. “It is not certainty. It is… experience.”
She hesitated Then reached forward. Her fingers brushed lightly against your hand.
The reaction was immediate, whatever her powers were, could reflect only upon herself. You felt nothing but, life, beaming from her. It’s pure.
Her breath caught.
The world behind her seemed to fall away as something vast unfolded in its place.
Roots stretching endlessly through darkness. Light flowing like veins through the cosmos. Life—constant, growing, unending. And beneath it all…Stillness.
Loneliness.
Mantis staggered slightly, her antennae flickering as she pulled her hand back.
“…Oh,” she whispered.
You watched her carefully.
Mantis looked up at you, something softer in her expression now. Not fear.
Understanding.
“You are connected,” she said. “Not just to this place… but to everything here.”
“My soul is bound to Yggdrasil,” you said. “As it lives, I remain.”
“And you cannot leave,” Mantis said.
It was not a question.
“No.”
A simple word. Painful but true.
“I was born of Odin,” you continued, voice steady. “As were my siblings. Yet while they were given dominion over thunder… mischief… death…I was given stillness.”
“It is not a burden,” you muttered added after a moment. “It is my purpose.”
Mantis stepped closer.
“Purpose does not mean you cannot feel lonely,” she said gently. Mantis hesitated… then smiled, small but sincere.
“Then I will visit you,” she said.
Those words caught you.
“…Visit.” You say to yourself.
“Yes,” she said, nodding once, as if the idea had already taken root. “As often as I can.”
She gestured lightly to the garden around them.
“You cannot leave,” she continued, “but others can come to you.”
Her voice softened.
“I would like to come back.”
“I… would enjoy that.” You replied, Behind them, Star-Lord shouted something indistinct, followed by the sound of Rocket Raccoon arguing loudly. Thor’s laughter rolled through the forest once more.
You gently called to the Tree and allowed a branch to lower itself, taking part of the life fruit. You gently handed it to Mantis.
“Allow the life energy to flow though you, and you will be a friend of the world.” You say, Mantis takes it with kindness and smile, her antenne having a slight jingle of joy.
You were still bound to this world, But the garden no longer felt quite as empty.
End of Issue #1
I’ve been getting cooked in Rivals Ranked so I wrote this after. I hope you guys enjoy and if you want more MRA, let me know and request some. I’ve got a Squirrel Girl one in the Works Rn. So let me know.
Bob had been waiting for the two of you to finally have a chance to yourselves. And finally he had gotten it.
With the rest of the Avengers going out to run errands, or missions, you and Bob had the tower all to yourselves. You had been in your room all afternoon when you hear a sudden knock on the door, breaking the silence that had been swallowing the tower. Already knowing who it is, you yell out allowing them to come in. And in comes a tall, nervous, dirty blonde haired man.
“What’s up?” You look up from the book in your hands, and Bob avoids your gaze looking at all the posters and decorations on your walls in awe.
He doesn’t respond for a bit, too distracted, before he snaps out of it and makes eye contact. “U-uh did you wanna watch a-a movie with me?” He asks, scratching at his neck nervously. With a giggle you agree and place your book on your nightstand and the two of you make your way to the screen room.
Bob picks out a movie that he wouldn’t stop talking about earlier that week, basically spoiling the entire movie, and turns the lights off.
During the movie, you could see Bob looking over at you every now and then and when you’d turn to look at him, he’d turn right back to the movie. You always thought Bob was cute. But being one of the most powerful people you knew, you thought it’d be better to go after someone in your own league.
After the movie ended, the both of you sat in silence. Hands both on either knee, he just stared ahead and asked if you liked the movie. You nodded and told him it was good. You begin to stand up but before you could walk away, he quickly grabs your wrist, making you turn your head back towards him.
“I-I” you furrow your brows, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Never mind.”
You’re back in your room, trying to finish your book but you kept thinking back to Bob. The way he looked up at you, lips parted, and his hand gently on your wrist. His skin was softer than you had imagined, and you hadn’t realized how good he smelt. The way he breathed out before muttering never mind, the way his eyes looked into yours with anxiousness and curiosity. Without a second thought, you throw your book on your bed, planning to ask Bob what all that was about. But you didn’t need to walk far as he was already at your door.
“Bob?” You jump back at the sudden curious eyes meeting yours from before.
“I-I wanted t-to kiss you.” He mutters out. Your eyes widen at the sudden confession, before you pull him into your room smashing your lips onto his.
His lips were warm, and his hands landed on your face trying to bring you in closer to him. Your hands met his arms, feeling every muscle he had been working out that week. After a few seconds, you both finally part, breathing heavily, leaning his forehead on yours and eyes shut.
“Cold.” You turn your head slightly in confusion. “Lips. Y-your lips are cold… I like it.” He slams his lips into you, this time hungrier, almost like he’s trying to get a better taste, likes he’s trying not to forget how well your lips feel on his. Almost like he’s trying to cool down.
Hello! It’s been a while, but here is my Bucky fic that I promised from my poll!
The night air was cool and crisp against your skin. The wind was blowing slightly, not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to cause stray pieces of your hair to swirl into the night as you leaned on the balcony of the Avenger’s tower. You could hear the music from the party inside, its rhythmic beat softly booming from within. It was Steve’s birthday party and it was a lively event that you, Nat, Sam, Bucky, and surprisingly Tony, had spent weeks planning. The guardians had flown in for the occasion, as well as Carol and Thor, who had Loki in tow with him. The night started off simple enough with a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was just Steve, Bucky, Nat, Sam, and yourself at dinner while Tony was busy finishing the party preparations with Bruce.
You had wondered if dinner would be awkward at all. It had been 10 months since Bucky and Nat had broken up, and it had been a strenuous ordeal for the whole team. Nat had broken it off with Bucky, for personal reasons she had told you in confidence. You knew they had had problems during their relationship, problems mostly stemming from their mutual inability to be there for each other emotionally. It was a tough reality to face, for both of them. You often felt like the bridge between the two of them, being the one that both parties were able to confide in. It was hard to be impartial to either side.
On one hand, Natasha was your best friend. She had been ever since you joined the team. She had been dating Bucky when you first joined the team, and your friendship only seemed to strengthen once they broke up. You loved Nat, and treasured her friendship more than anything in the world. You were very surprised when she told you that she started seeing Bruce Banner a few months ago. Even though Bruce seemed like the opposite of Bucky, in all accounts she seemed very happy with him. And you were happy that she was happy…
But on the other hand, there was Bucky. He had been devastated by the breakup. He had wanted nothing more than to drown away his sorrows in booze and fill his nights with endless distractions. You had been very surprised when he had called you one night, asking if you wanted to hang out with him and Steve. Nat had been out with Banner that night, and the tower felt lonelier than usual, so you agreed.
The three of you had spent the night drinking and playing darts. It had been a fun night of laughter and jokes. You were almost glad to see Bucky as he once was, happy and carefree, but as the night wore on, and Steve tapped out around 4 am, it was just the two of you left at the bar. The two of you just sat at the bar, sipping the last of your drinks when you asked him how he was doing.
His facade had slipped away, the smile he had forced all night was gone, and instead he put his head down and let out violent sobs of anguish. “I miss her, god, she was…everything.”
It broke your heart to see him so miserable. You never knew he was in such a poor state. It had been 7 months since they had broken up at that point, and as far as you or Nat knew, he hadn’t seemed like he was upset about it. Why he decided to be so open in front of you… you couldn’t understand. But you comforted him, as best as you could. You stayed with him all night, agreed to take a walk with him and let him vent to you until the sun came up. When he finally passed out on your couch at the avengers tower, he woke up hours later and left without a word.
You thought that was the end of it. That it was just one drunk night that had him so emotional, but then he called again. And again. And again. Hanging out with Bucky started to become a normal part of your routine. Half of the time it was always with Steve, the three of you hanging out. But then Bucky would want to hang out with just you. Mostly you both would talk, sometimes drink, sometimes watch a movie or even sing some karaoke once the liquor started to hit. It was…nice.
You had made sure it was okay with Nat, of course. Asking her if she was bothered by you hanging out with her ex, but Nat seemed undisturbed.
“It seems like he needs a friend, and I know I haven’t been around for you a lot lately either. I’m okay with this, really. Whatever it is— and whatever it becomes.”
Despite your many assurances that nothing was going to happen between you and Bucky, Nat just brushed it off and teased you further about it. She was in a really good place with Banner and she seemed genuinely thrilled with the idea of you and Bucky becoming an item.
The idea had crossed your mind a time or two. Mostly when you were very intoxicated and alone with Bucky. It was hard not to be drawn in by the beauty of him. You’ve caught yourself staring at his arms when he was throwing darts more times than you’d care to admit, and whenever he would throw his arm around you in a fit of laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flutter.
Getting to know him on a deeper level made the idea of not wanting him even harder to deny. He was still very much hung up on Nat, that was clear, but whenever he let himself be vulnerable and he talked about his past and the things that haunted him, you couldn’t help but feel connected to him in a way that you hadn’t felt with others. Everything about him seemed to be drawing you in. It was a maddening cycle trying to stop yourself from catching feelings, but it was one you fought for the longest time.
Until tonight. The party had been the biggest eye opener to you since you started being friends with Bucky. Dinner was not an awkward affair, much to your surprise. Nat and Bucky were cordial with each other at the dinner table, even sharing a few laughs as you sat between them.
“How have you been James?” Nat asked. Bucky gave her a small smile. “I’ve been alright. I heard about you and Banner, congrats by the way.” Banner had proposed to Nat a few weeks ago. To your surprise Bucky had taken it rather well.
“Thank you, we are very happy,” Nat beamed. She gave you a quick glance and smiled. “Have you seen anyone Buck?” You opened your mouth to protest to Nat, but Bucky just laughed.
“I have been talking to someone for a little while now.”
You felt your heart drop to your stomach. This was the first you had heard of this. You kept a steady grin on your face as he continued talking. You thought you saw Nat flash you a Quick Look, but it was so fast you could have thought you had imagined it.
“Well, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you Buck,” Natasha smiled.
“Yeah, we’ve only been on a few dates but so far it’s been going well.”
The rest of the dinner felt like a strange blur. You remember sitting there, you remember eating, and you remember getting into the car to head back to the tower where the surprise party was, but any other detail of the night faded away into nothing.
Why did it bother you so much? You had no right to lay claim to all of Bucky’s attention. The two of you were friends, and nothing more. You had set that boundary yourself, for yourself to stop yourself from getting hurt. But then again, you had never gotten as close to anyone as you had with Bucky. There had been people in the past, those you thought had the potential to hold your heart, but nothing ever worked out with them.
When the party returned to the tower, an uneasiness settled deep into your stomach as people began to arrive. You tried your best to distract yourself with trivial tasks such as handing out drinks, messing with decorations, or just following Sam around and letting him talk your ear off. But as the party grew, so did the uneasy feeling in your stomach.
Who was this girl? Would she be here tonight? Would you be able to handle it if she was?
As these thoughts were swirling around your head, you decided that maybe it was time to talk to Nat about your feelings. You searched around wildly for any sign of her or Banner but came up empty. You saw Bucky momentarily, he was talking with Steve and your eyes met for a single moment but you quickly looked away. You needed air.
So, that’s when you stepped out of the party and had been hiding ever since. You sent a text to Nat to meet you outside whenever she could. You stood there a bit, swirling the drink in your hand and enjoying the breeze on your flushed cheeks. You heard the sliding door open and you turned expecting to see Nat.
“I need to talk to— oh, hey,” you caught yourself and pitched your voice higher as Bucky closed the door behind him.
“Hey, doll,” He said, his usual playful tone was a bit strained, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you replied quickly, a bit too quickly, “I, uh, just needed some air.”
You moved a bit from your spot as he came to stand beside you. The smell of his cologne hit your nose as he sidled up next to you on the balcony, the leather of his jacket brushing against your arm momentarily. Your chest felt like it was contracting, being so close to him. As if the proximity alone was enough to unravel your whole being.
“How are you enjoying the party?” You choke out, refusing to look him in the eye, focusing instead on the city skyline below.
“It’s fine,” he began cautiously. It seemed, “It would be better if you would talk to me though.”
Your back stiffened at his words. You said nothing and yet he continued. “You’ve hardly said a word since dinner and we both know that isn’t normal. You didn’t even laugh when Sam made fun of Banner’s bowtie in the car.”
“Yes I did,” you said weakly.
“If you’re gonna lie to me, can you at least look me in the eyes?”
It was the brokenness in Bucky’s voice that made you turn to face him finally. His eyes were searching yours, trying to read every detail from your face. You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.
“Please, just tell me what’s wrong,” he begged quietly.
You opened your mouth, wanting to answer him, wanting to take away his discomfort at this moment, but the aching of your heart prevented words from coming out.
A choked out noise came from your lips just as the sliding door opened.
“—and I told him, I said—- oh hey!” Scott Lang said in a slur of words, having some unfamiliar guy in tow behind him.
“This are my buddies! Barnes and—“
“Leave Lang. Now.” Bucky said with icy venom.
You didn’t have to look to know that Bucky’s cold tone was enough to do the job as the door slammed shut again.
You wished you could follow Scott out of the situation, but you couldn’t. You took a deep breath, summoned your courage, and downed your drink in one fell swoop.
You shut your eyes right and clenched your jaw a moment as the liquor burned down your throat.
“I’m in love with you.”
The silence that followed there after was deafening. You opened your eyes and looked at Bucky. His expression was soft, his eyes a bit wide with the information, but there wasn’t any hint of anger or disgust.
“I…” he began, “I don’t deserve that.”
His eyes finally looked away from you, as if it was his turn to be embarrassed. His turn to feel ashamed.
“Look, you’ve been everything to me lately. You’ve put up with me when other people wouldn’t— when other people haven’t. You’ve cared for me, truly cared… and it’s lit a fire in my soul again. A fire I thought would forever be extinguished when Nat—- when we broke up.”
His eyes flickered towards you for a moment here and there. You held a steady gaze out towards the balcony, letting his words sink in as you felt your heart shudder at each word.
“I owe you more than I could ever pay back, and that’s why I know— I know I don’t deserve you.”
Suddenly your felt his bare fingers under your chin, his hand gently tilting you gaze to him. Tears fell down silently and touched his hand.
“Listen to me, okay, please,” he begged, his voice catching slightly, “I love you. Okay? I love you, I do. But you deserve more than me. You deserve someone whole, someone who has all the love you give them in turn equally back to you, and then some. I want what’s best for you, and I know deep down that I am not that.”
You did everything in your power to not turn into a whimpering mess, you held his gaze, ignoring the tears. You took a ragged breath and moved your chin enough for him to drop his hand.
“Tell me about her.”
Bucky sighed and put his hands in his pocket.
“She’s nice. Has her own issues, but she’s more like me. Broken like me.”
You nodded, wiping at your face in vain. The tears kept coming, even if you didn’t feel sad. Even though you were pissed.
“I’m happy for you,” you said as happily as possible. You took a step towards the door but he moved in front of you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.
“Wait, please.”
You didn’t fight him. You met his gaze in defiance and you swore you could have seen a smile creep on his lips.
“There she is,” he murmured.
You couldn’t help but smile a bit at him. Even though a million emotions were running through your mind at the moment, the idea staying mad with him never stuck for long. Even now.
“I need you to know how much I care about you. I need you to understand that. If you hate me for it afterward then I can live with it,” you opened your mouth to tell him you could never hate him but he kept going as if to purposefully stop you.
“I would still be in a very dark place if it wasn’t for you. I value your life significantly more than mine. I would die for you, I would kill for you. You are everything to me and more and I am so honored to be loved by you. I treasure you, I adore you, but I am no good for you. Please understand that. You deserve so much more than I have to offer. And I would hate myself if I broke your heart. And I would. I already have. And I hate myself.”
Suprisingling the tears stopped. You looked at Bucky and studied his face. He was sincere. He was broken, that you already knew. He had more ghosts than anyone else could ever imagine, and past that haunted him daily. But he was Bucky. And he was kind and he was gentle, and he was fierce and loyal.
And you loved him.
That feeling would not easily go away, no matter how much Bucky might wish for it to. But you decided then that you would hold onto that feeling for now. Even though he warned you, had told you he did not want anything further. It would be harsh. It would be devastating. It would be soul crushing.
But it would be yours.
“I think I need some time.”
That was all you said further. His hands dropped from your shoulders and you walked back into the fray of the party. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked through the lobby. People were dancing and drinking and laughing and having a blast. You walked past them all, not paying them any mind. Nat found you, tried to talk to you but you just brushed her off as you found the elevator.
You held yourself straight. Composed. Even when the door to the elevator closed and you were alone. Even when you walked down your corridor and found your way into your dark apartment. It wasn’t until you changed from your party clothes into your sleepwear, curled up in your bed, alone in the dark, that you began to cry.
Contains ;; X-Men Evolution Logan addition, Headcanons, my personal opinion, PDA mentioned, Fluff, possession (Kinda), Comic accurate height, OOC (slightly), not proofread. Ω
A/n ;; just to clarify I have NOT read any of the X-Men comics, only the animated series/movies 😓 sorry if this isn't accurate enough,,
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When in public, or, just around a large group of people, preferably, strangers/non mutants, Logan prefers to walk a little ways behind you, but not too far. Like a guard dog, is the best way I can describe it.
He doesn't really want people to know that he's with you – not that he's ashamed of anything, he just doesn't think it's any of their business, and he doesn't want you to have to deal with rude comments that may come your way being seen with a short, gruff man like him.
And the rare times he's walking right up beside you, like a guard dog, he'll have his hand – one that isn't tucked into his jean pocket – around your waist, keeping you close. Due to being five-foot-three, he likes to bury his face into your ribs, and or chest when given the chance.
Breathing in your cologne makes his head dizzy, but he's honestly too addicted to pull away for real air. He just wants you, and your tall glory around him at all time.
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He's a clothes thief, fight me. Sweaters, sweatshirts, boxers, shirts, etc ;; anything he can get his grubby hands on, honestly.
Your favorite shirt? It's his now, don't expect to get it back. Sweatshirt? Maybe check the pile of clothes he keeps in the closet. Like a hoarder, especially the clothes you worked/sweated in.
He's shameless about it too, wearing nothing but your clothes around like all of his were in the wash, or in the trash. And by the slim chance you do get your clothes back, they're stretched out and covered in hair.
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You're his stool, or leader for reaching things on higher shelves. Sometimes..
He's a prideful, stubborn man, who doesn't need anybody for anything! But,, Could you be a doll and get the coffee from the second shelf?
You've caught him climbing up shelves before, almost tipping them over in the process – having you scold him like a cat who just clawed up the couch as you get whatever he was after, while he sulked and mumbled about not needing 'help'.
"Stop tryna' baby me, I'm a grown ass man, bub, more than capable of taking care of myself," He'd growl, arms crossed and lips jutted out slightly in annoyance, and embarrassment.
He does appreciate it, but he won't ever express it, maybe,, But not with words. Maybe with, slapping your ass, or complimenting you.
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He burrows. Specifically in bed. When the room gets too cold, or if he wants to be more warm, he'll dig himself underneath the covers, nuzzling up against your body.
I feel like while doing this he unknowingly pushes you all the way to the edge of the bed while trying to get comfortable, also he steals the covers. He's an asshole.
Despite being shorter, be enjoys being the big spoon when you two cuddle, his face buried in your neck, sometimes leaving kisses when motivated, arms and legs anchoring you to him.
When sleeping, he'd let out a few growls and twitches, mumbling something unintelligible as he's face scrunches up – by chance you'd get to record him and show the rest of the X-Men, without his knowledge, of course; but there will be signs,,
Y/N is a stripper, and Bucky is a Mafia leader along with his friend Steve. When the pair of them come to the business to ask a deal with Natasha, Y/N’s business partner and best friend. A lot of history is being upturned.
Characters – Reader, Bucky, Steve, Natasha.
Word Count – 2.8k
‘Nat, we gotta do something about Richie.’ You said, pushing the door to your friends office, not noticing the two men lounging in the chair across from the redhead.
‘He’s grop -,’
‘Y/N.’ Nat said sternly, you looked up making eye contact with her before Nat gestured to the men. You looked at them, smiling before turning back to her.
‘What are we going to do?’ You asked her, she arched an eyebrow smirking.
‘We can help?’ The blonde offered; you shook your head.
‘Thanks but we like to handle it in house.’ You told him, watching his blue eyes shine.
‘You can take care of him.’ Nat said, your head whipped around to her, the curls you had expertly put in your hair early wrapped around our neck.
‘Really?’ You asked hopeful, she snickered.
‘Yeah, let our guests see how the team works.’ She stated, you raised an eyebrow before turning, quickly walking away.
You could hear the men’s heavier steps as your heels clicked, feeling their gazes on your back since you were wearing the black pants and matching bra, but had a sheer dress that didn’t leave anything to their imagination. You quickly marched across the busy room, ignoring the stares from the men and few women that watched your quick steps, in the dangerously high heels.
‘Y/N.’ Richie said, stretching his hand out at his sides, Peggy and Maria moved away from him, when they saw Nat a few steps behind you.
‘Richie.’ You said with a smile as you bent over him, keeping your legs straight giving him the perfect view of your cleavage.
‘What have we said about handling the woman?’ You asked, he smiled wider.
‘They like it, they always like being man handled.’ He said cockily, your tutted before standing up, lifting your foot.
Resting your toes on the edge of the seat between his spread legs. His rough hand automatically wrapped around your calve. Taking a deep breath you smiled sweetly, reaching out with your opposite hand. Your fingers sliding through his shoulder length, greasy hair as he looked up at you. Grabbing his hair, you watched his pupils dilate before you yanked his head forward. It connected, with a snap, against your knee.
‘You bitch.’ He hissed, pulling away and cupping his, hopefully, broken nose.
‘You touch the girls again, I’ll break your nose then I’ll give your little man,’ you glanced to his crotch, ‘A new hole to pee out of.’ You finished, dropping your foot down onto the ground.
‘Understand?’ You asked him, he nodded before standing up and moving past her, scurrying past everyone else.
‘That was interesting.’ The blonde said, you turned back to them, then turned to the girls.
‘Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you?’ You asked, they shook their heads.
‘Good, take a breath, grab a drink on the house.’ You said, they nodded before slowly walking away.
‘Steve, James, I’d like you to meet, Honey, my -,’
‘They just saw me threaten a man with my heel, you can tell them my name.’ You stated, Natasha arched an eyebrow.
‘Okay, fellas this is Y/N, my partner.’ Natasha said, the brunette man eyebrows furrowed as the blondes shot up, almost touching his forehead.
‘We were told you don’t have a partner.’ James said, Natasha smiled as she moved around to stand at your side
‘Y/N prefers to stay in the background, half of the money that went into this place is Y/N’s.’ Nat said, both the men looked at you.
‘So why do you dance?’ James asked.
‘Dancing since college, trying to make money but now…’ You told them, looking around the room.
‘Now I, we, help others. Give them better care than your nine to five jobs do.’ You stated, the men arched their eyebrows before nodding.
‘Do you need me to sit in the rest of the meeting?’ You asked, looking at Natasha before you both turned to Steve and James.
‘We want to go into business with you.’ Steve said, you titled your head, surprised at how forward he was.
‘Why?’ You asked, Nat gently whacked your bare arm.
‘What, two leaders come to us and show interest. Last time that happened, he who shall not be named tried to take over.’ Nat commented, James and Steve watched as Y/Ns eyes glazed over.
‘We don’t want to take over.’ James said, you arched an eyebrow.
‘Our plan is to take all your buildings under our name, still working together but we want to protect it.’ He said, both you and Natasha’s eyebrows dropped.
‘Protect?’ You asked, they nodded.
‘We’re aiming to reduce drugs, we know it’s impossible to fully stop it but slow down and help users.’ He explained, holding eye contact with you.
-
‘Hey doll.’ Bucky said, you didn’t reply to him as you kept your head in the freezer.
‘Doll?’ He asked, stepping closer, ‘What are you doing?’ He continued, reaching out and touched your shoulder.
You took a deep breath as you stood up, shutting the door as you turned to him. Keeping an eye shut as you rested the ice pack against it. Bucky’s eyes widened before all emotion dropped from his face.
‘What happened?’ He asked, his hands coming up and cupping your cheeks.
‘I fell -,’
‘Bullshit.’
‘Bucky, I’m wearing nine-inch heels.’ You pointed you, lifting a foot up balancing on a heel, unwavering. Just proving his point.
‘And you’ve never fell before.’ He stated.
‘How would you know, you don’t watch my every move.’ You commented.
‘Trust me doll, I’ve watched your since you marched into Nat’s office bitching about a customer.’ He admitted, you scoffed and shook your head.
‘So, you gonna tell me what happened?’ Bucky asked, you shrugged your shoulders.
‘A fall out with one of the girls, I’m fine and it’s been sorted.’ You told him, the corners of your lips curled up.
He reached up and cupped your hand carefully pulling it away, you kept the ice bag in your hand before he looked at the bruise. He dropped your hand before gently brushing his finger across it.
‘It’s not that bad.’ He said, you tilted your head forward.
‘I know, I’ll ice it tonight.’ You told him.
‘Oh, there goes my plans of asking you out.’ He commented and chuckled.
‘Bucky, we haven’t left my apartment in the last four days, unless it was for me to come to work.’ You said, he straightened and looked down at you, smiling before stepping closer.
‘Well you certainly haven’t been complaining.’ He replied, you stuck your tongue between your teeth as you tried not to laugh.
‘I need to go. My show starts in five minutes.’ You told him, he nodded as the familiar music of Wanda’s dance filled the building.
‘You look good baby.’ He called out as you walked away, you looked over your shoulder.
‘Always do honey.’ You replied, sending him a wink.
‘Steve.’ You said when you opened the door to reveal the tall blonde.
‘Y/N.’ He greeted you, before he could say anything else you were running down the stairs, still confusing him with the height of the heels. Turning to Bucky, he took in the wide eyes before he chuckled.
‘Damn you are one love sick puppy.’ He commented, Bucky’s eyes snapped to him.
-
‘Y/N?’ Bucky called out, looking around.
‘Y/N?’ He called again.
‘She’s not here.’ Wanda said, Bucky turned to her watched as she gently touched the cut across her forehead.
‘What do you mean?’ He asked, watching she wiped the blood down the side of her shirt.
‘He took her.’ Wanda told them, Natasha bent down and picked a chair up.
‘Who Wanda?’ Natasha asked.
‘Rumlow. Brock Rumlow.’ Wanda said, Natasha froze fixing the chairs as she whipped her head around to the other redhead.
‘Why would Rumlow want her?’ Bucky asked, Wanda shrugged her shoulders before Bucky turned to Natasha.
‘Nat?’ He asked, she didn’t reply and he stalked over to her.She didn’t back away as Bucky leaned down to her. She refused to make eye contact until he snapped his hand out, grabbing her jaw.
‘Why does that scumbag want her?’ Bucky quizzed, forcing her head back to look him in the eyes.
‘Y/N is his girl, was his girl.’ Natasha managed out, Bucky let go.
‘What do you mean his?’ Bucky asked, anger filling his chest at the thought of the scumbag touching her.
‘They dated about five years ago, she was a dancer at his club and just like you he took a liking to her.’ She pointed out, jabbing a finger into his chest, ‘They dated for a year, she broke it off and left.’
‘In his brain Y/N is still his and will forever be his.’ Natasha finished, holding eye contact with him.
‘Why aren’t we informed about him?’ Sam asked, Natasha turned to him.
‘He hasn’t been around for two years.’ She told them.
‘Why now?’ Steve asked, Natasha scoffed.‘Because you all showed up, showing your interest in my girls.’ Natasha spat out, angrily fixing the chair before shoving it under the table.
‘Na -,’
‘No, Y/N said it was a bad idea we discussed and -,’ she breathed out, covering her mouth and nose, gasping.
‘I am not losing her, not to that dickhead.’ She breathed out, ‘Not again.’ Her legs gave out from underneath her and she collapsed to the ground.
-
Bringing your crossed legs up the metal chain clinked, resting your chin atop of your knees, you wriggled your bare toes. The cold tiles underneath your bum were creating a chill and causing your bum to go numb, there was a bed across the room, but your refused to sit or even lie in it.
‘Y’know sweetheart it would be easier if you gave in.’ His rough voice filled the room, you tilted your head so you could see the dark eyes looking at you.
‘Rot in hell.’ You spat out, he chuckled.The door was pulled open, you kept your focus on the floor.
You flinched with every step, the low heels of his dress shoes echoed around the room. When they stopped, you flicked your gaze up seeing the polished shoes. You clenched your jaw as he crouched down, his hand grabbed your chin and tilted your head back.
‘It’d be a shame if something were to happen to your face.’ He said, you narrowed your eyes at him.
‘Untie me and it’ll be a fair fight.’ You said.
‘Fair?’ Rumlow asked, you nodded once.
‘You’ve always been scared that I could win.’ You told him, he scoffed as his gaze darted to the chain that was attached to your ankle.
‘You so sure about that?’
‘Untie me.’ You snarled, Rumlow’s lips curled up.
-
‘Y/N?’ Nat said, you looked at her, the bags under her eyes resembled yours before she quickly crossed the room and wrapped her arms tightly around your shoulders. Pulling you up off the hospital bed.
‘You’re okay.’ Nat breathed out, either to comfort herself or you, but you didn’t care as you grabbed tightly onto her arms.
‘I killed him Nat.’ You breathed out, she pulled away and looked you dead in the eyes.
‘Rumlow?’ She questioned, you brought your lips between your teeth.
‘Yeah.’ You answered.
‘Good on you. Bucky will be pissed he can’t do it.’ She commented, you tensed up slightly and she pulled away.
‘I can’t dance, not for a while.’ You said, ignoring the fact that she brought up Bucky.
‘You aren’t coming to work.’ She said, you shook your head.
‘I can’t be alone.’
‘Bu -,’ she started, you quickly you shook your head.
‘I’ll stay in the office, I promise.’ You told her, she opened her mouth before nodding, brushing her hand down your head, trying to tame your knotted and messy hair.
‘You’ll need to talk to him eventually.’ Nat said, you lowered your head.
‘I will but I don’t want to see the look of pity he’ll give me.’ You told him, you know what that look could do and it might break you.
‘He’s out in the hall.’ Nat told you, you slumped in the bed.
‘Please, tell him I’m too tired or doctors have to run tests.’ You said, her brows wrinkled as she looked at you before nodding.
‘Okay, but you should know that he didn’t give up, he spent days searching everything he could and nights he followed all the leads.’ Nat told you, you rubbed your lips together.
‘And I’m grateful but I can’t face him just now.’ You told her truthfully.
‘Y/N, what happened with Rumlow last time or even this time will be smothered by the love that man has for you.’ Nat informed you, making the tears run to the surface.
‘I know that, but I can’t face his love when I’m broken on the inside.’ You told her truthfully, touching your chest, catching sight of the raised burns around your wrists, ones that matched your ankles.
‘Okay, okay.’ She said soothingly.
‘I’ll tell him.’ She added, you sniffed loudly but nodded.
-
‘Y/N?’ Bucky called, you lifted your head.
‘Bucky, what are you doing here?’ You asked, he looked good in the all black suit.
‘You’re better?’ He asked, you could feel yourself shrinking under his intense stare as he took you in. You were wearing mum jeans, the blue fabric hanging loose over your legs as you paired it with trainers and a black long-sleeved top.
‘I am.’ You agreed, he rubbed his lips together as he nodded.
‘What are you doing here?’ You asked him again, tucking your hair behind your ear.
‘I’ve got a meeting with Nat.’ Bucky said, you closed your eyes.
‘So do I.’ You told him, he narrowed his eyes.
‘There isn’t any way she’s double booked us, is there?’ He quizzed, you shook your head before you spotted your red headed friend, reach into the room and pull the door shut.
‘Nat.’ You called out, she managed to give you a wave before shutting the door completely, the lock clicked.
‘Nat?’ You questioned, trying the handle but it wouldn’t budge.
‘I’m not letting either of you out before you make up, none of us can take the pining anymore.’ She commented, you leaned forward and let your head hit the door and sigh.
‘God dammit Nat, we aren’t teenagers.’ You sighed, you heard her laughing before she walked away.
‘How is she meant to hear us if she’s left?’ You asked, pushing yourself away from the door and made your way over to one of the leather chairs.
You had noticed that Bucky was now standing in front of the window, his hands tucked in his pockets as he focussed on something outside. You started to drum your fingers on the arm of the chair, before you let out a huff of air and flung your head back and shut your eyes.
‘Why haven’t you talked to me?’ Bucky asked, his voice filling the room.
‘I haven’t had a reason.’ You said, his head dropped.
‘Y/N.’ He said, you opened your eyes and looked at the unit.
‘Bucky?’ ‘You were taken by that man and you don’t even talk about it.’ Bucky said, you shook your head as you took a small step back.
‘Because if I talk about it, it becomes real.’ You spat out, he turned to you, watching as you bounced your leg up and down.
‘That man whether he is dead or alive, has and will haunt me.’
‘He took everything from me, and I thought I was safe but then he appears back and everything is in a loop.’ You said, rotating your fingers in a circle.
‘I can’t love someone like you, when I am so fucked up in here.’ You told him, moving your fingers to tap the side of your head.
‘You love me?’ He said, his blue eyes widened as he looked at you, you wanted to be annoyed that he only took that from the conversation, but he looked so hopeful.
‘It’s kinda hard not to.’ You glanced at him to see his wide eyes, ‘You are most the populations dream man.’ You added, giving him a smile.
‘No, you love me. Not loved, love.’ He said, you looked away from him but nodded.
‘Yeah, I love you and I can’t stop it.’
‘Well don’t.’ Bucky said, your eyebrows shot up.‘What?’ You questioned.
‘I love you, I have since well you -,’ He admitted.
‘Marched in and bitched about Richie?’ You asked, he chuckled but shook his head.
‘No, I think it was actually when you broke his nose on your knee.’ He said, head tilting to the side.
‘He had to three stitches.’ You told him proudly, Bucky smiled.
‘I know, Steve and I paid him a visit the next day.’ He informed you, you leaned back.
‘You threatened him?’ You quizzed, he gave you a sheepish smile.
‘Maybe.’ He said slowly, the pink tint taking over his cheeks giving you his answer.
‘How many did you do that to?’ You asked him.
‘I am not disclosing that information.’ He commented, his blue eyes darting to the ground.
‘Bucky?’ You warned, he shook his head.
