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YOUR BIRTHDAY KISS

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

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You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

"Happy Memorial Day, bro."

Summary: It’s Memorial Day and you pay a visit to Steve Roger’s grave, your twin brother, with your husband and your kids. When facing his headstone, you are confronted with grief and guilt. Logan then decided to help you bring the closure that you needed.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x sister!Reader, Logan Howlett x Rogers!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, abandonment, reader is depicted as being Caucasian, grief, talks of suicide.

Important note: Regardless of how you feel about American politics today, please keep the comments respectful and do not dishonor those that paid the ultimate price for sustaining peace in the world. All who leave disrespectful comments will be blocked.

Also, if you have served or have family members that served, whether be American or any other countries military that have passed on, please share!

As Logan pulled the classic car up to Arlington Cemetery, you grabbed the flowers and photos, along with an American flag that Bucky helped you fold up. Both he and Sam were going to meet you after you had visited the cemetery with your kids, Charlotte and Joey, both nestled in the back sound asleep from the long car ride. Unbuckling your seat belt, you looked to the crowd of people. Mourning families and couples standing in front of the headstones of their deceased loved ones who paid the ultimate price. You saw as many people lay solemnly on the ground of the graves. There was this one older woman that you saw brushed her fingers on the headstone in front of her, as the tears began to fall from her wrinkled cheeks.

“Baby?” You heard Logan’s voice, snapping you out of your trance, making you look into those beautiful hazel eyes you had grown to adore. “You alright?” He asked as he touched your face, gently stroking your smooth skin.

“I’m okay…just feels weird being back here again. Almost three months since the funeral.”

“Yeah, I know.” Logan replied as he got closer to you and kissed your forehead with a comforting hand on the back of your head.

It had been three months since your twin brother, Steve, had passed away. After he returned the stones, he went back to the 1940’s and had the life with Peggy. The life that you had with Logan, a home and a family. He never truly got over her. The woman that was the very first, possibly the only woman, to show him interest while he was still your scrawny, older brother. When Steve went through the platform and disappear, he didn’t come back. Instead, you all looked to the lake and saw an old man sitting on a bench. That old man was your big brother.

He told you about when you all had defeated Thanos and how he wanted to leave this time and go back. You objected at first and even got angry at him for even abandoning you once more. The first time in the ice, and now to go back to the 40’s. Leaving behind his niece and nephew, his family to chase some dream that died the moment he crashed that plane in the 40’s. You refused to talk to him after a few days after that. Bucky had to literally drag you to the site where Steve had to return the stones. Logan was at your side the entire time as Steve gave you one last look before leaving through the time machine, never to return. Looking back, you began to think differently, and it was eating away at you.

“Come on, let’s get the kids up.” Your husband interjected, making you nod your head in agreement and got out of the car and to the back seat. “Munchkins? Wake up. We’re here!” Logan gently shook your daughter while you unstrapped your son from his car seat. The little two-year-old boy began to stir from his sleep as you picked him up and into your arms. You thanked your lucky stars that he didn’t start crying.

“Daddy…” Your four-year-old girl awoke from her sleep and hugged Logan as he got her up from her own car seat. “Where are we?”

“We are at Arlington Cemetery, little munchkin. It’s where many of the brave soldiers are buried.” Logan explained to his child. Both you and Logan decided long ago that you would be honest with them when it came to grim topics, like death. Seeing the line of work, you are both in and all of the things you had seen, it made sense to let them know of the nature of the world.

“Like uncle Stevie?” She asked sadly, making the both of you look at each other with gloom.

“Yes, Like uncle Stevie, angel.” You replied.

Steve and Lottie, Steve’s nickname for her, were as close as an uncle and niece could get. As soon as she was born, like Logan, Steve was wrapped around her finger. Whenever Steve would come over, it was the best day of the week for Lottie. Playing tea parties, having sleepovers at his place, baking in the kitchen, trips all around the city. the Zoo, Coney Island and Central Park, you name it. Lottie adored Steve and he loved her just as much. It was one of the main reasons that you got so angry at Steve for leaving.

Lottie was devastated when she found out her uncle Steve wasn’t coming back. At least, not how she remembered him anyway. You tried you best to explain to her that he wanted to go back to the 40’s, so he can have his own life. She still didn’t understand, which you were sympathetic. She was only a child and trying to explain quantum time travel were complicated to her already. All she thought was that her Uncle Steve had abandoned her. She didn’t eat or sleep for days after she was told Steve wasn’t going to return. You took her to the hospital when Steve was struck ill. She eventually was able to warm up to him again and Steve had shown her all the pictures of his own family. Of her aunt Peggy, and his son and daughter. Tony and (Name), naming both after the most important people in his life. You were happy for him, but at the same time had wished he would have found his happiness here in this time.

After the funeral, Lottie had stayed in her room. Barely speaking a word to anyone, even her own parents. It took a long time for her to cope with her beloved uncle’s death. You even had Morgan visit her, seeing as they were also very close one another. Time was the only thing that was going to heal her, just like you.

“Let’s go, you got everything? You need me to grab anything?” Your husband asked and you shook your head.

“No, just take Joey. I got everything.” You answered and handed him your son, who was very happy to in his father’s arms. Grabbing all the stuff, your family strolled into the crowded cemetery.

As you walked into the cemetery with your family, you watched all the many people swarming the place, paying their respects to the honored dead. A few crying widows, children standing with their parents in front of headstones and parents mourning for their deceased child. Even fellow veterans kneeling in front of their fallen comrades’ final resting place, the lucky ones that made it back. It would make one wonder how many times you had come here before Steve was found in the ice. Kneeling in front of the graves of both Steve and Bucky, talking to them both like they could hear you. How you considered yourself lucky that you were the one Rogers that made it home. You were a nurse, like your mom, serving for the US Army, but still fought with your fellow commandos. There was never a guarantee of coming home from war. Once you had met some cooks that had to take up arms in the heart of battle. Back in the day, it didn’t matter what your station was or rank. You fight in the most dire situations. It what it meant to be a part of the military. Everyone is counting on you for something.

“More crowded than I thought.” Logan interjected as he carried to two tired children across the hallow grounds, staring at all the people as they come by.

“Yeah, it is.” You agreed as you continued to walk the historic cemetery. A few people recognized you and walked up to both you and Logan and thanked your for saving the world. As you continued your forlorn march through the grounds, you reached yours and Logan’s destination. Steve’s grave, lying next to your father’s grave, who died back in the first World War.

“Here we are.” Logan said as he placed down both his children. “Let me get those, sweetie. You can place the flowers down.” He turned to you and grabbed the flag and pictures. Logan stood back a little with your kids, allowing you to place the flowers by his grave. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward and placed the flowers on your beloved brother’s grave. Red poppies, that symbolized remembrance and hope for a peaceful future. A flower used commonly for occasions such as days like today. Memorial Day. Logan then placed the flag which was encased in glass and some of the pictures of Steve form both the forties and the modern era. You all stepped away and as you did, your little girl stood by you, clinging onto your leg, sniffling as she looked at her uncle’s gravestone. Your son soon joined in with you as he stood by his older sister, despite no knowing what was going on. Logan walked toward you, placed his arm around and sighed.

“I feel guilty, you know.” Your voice cracked as you look at Logan with the saddest expression that he had ever seen you make. Tears started to seep from your eyes.

“Why? You have done nothing wrong.” He asked truly growing confused as to why you, his wife, felt like you had to say such a thing. Logan and Steve may not have always gotten along, but one thing he knew for certain was that your brother knew Logan loved you.

You two had met back when you were serving as an Army nurse in the 40’s. He was serving with your brother as part of the Hollowing Commandos. Your eyes met and the both of you could not look away when you were both in the same area. You had dated for a time, but when you lost Steve in the ice, you broke up after due to not getting over your supposed brother’s death. You traveled around the world when you found yourself meeting the Ancient One, sorceress supreme. She had revealed to you of the great potential to become a powerful sorceress. You accepted her training and through the decades severed her and the Masters of the Mystic Arts. Never aging or growing ill. Throughout the years, you grew close with the ancient one. Sharing with her about your grief and loss, of both Logan and Steve.

“All things that are meant to be… will come to pass in its own time.”

She told you at one point about the pain you had endured. That whatever is meant to be, will happen. You trusted her words, believing and hoping things will work out like they are meant to. When word broke out that Captain America had been freed from the ice, and was alive, you left for the States as quickly as possible. You arrived by portal at SHIELD headquarters, ready to welcome your brother back home.

When he first saw you, he was in shock of how you remained young and spry as you were. You told him that you had become a sorceress of the mystic arts. Over the years, you fought together, against Loki, aliens, genocidal robots, dark warlocks, and the Brotherhood of Mutants. He stayed with you through the good and the bad times you had in this time, just like when you were kids fighting off bullies in Brooklyn.

After finding your ex, Steve helped you through Logan had no memory of who you were. After you helped Logan gain back his memories, you started relationship from square one. Overtime, your love for each other had restored and blossomed. The two of you wedded within a year, with Steve as Logan’s best man and Natasha as your maid of honor, with Charles conducting the ceremony. Thus, your married life with Logan began. Soon, after you both had two children together, Charlotte Stephanie Howlett and Joseph Logan Howlett. Named after the most important people in your life.

Even though Steve had said he was happy for you, you could help but noticed the Longing gaze he had when he watched you and your family. Looking as though he was missing out on something, or someone. While in this era, his entire life was dedicated to duty and keeping the world safe. Barely even had time to rest or even start a life of his own. You finally were starting to realize, he needed to leave in order to live the lie he wanted. He needed to go back to a time where everyone believed him to be dead. To be with the one whom he never stopped loving, like you with Logan. Suppose that runs in the family.

“I should have been more supportive of him, you know. Of him wanting to go back to the forties.” You admitted sadly as the guilt started to take hold of you while you looked deep into Logan’s eyes and then the tears started to fall. Logan held onto your hands tightly as you started to sob. “Ever since he was rescued from the ice, Steve always felt like he was out of place. He was like a ghost, trapped in a world where he no longer belonged.” You continued as you cried, leaning into Logan all the while he rubbed your shoulders tenderly. “He wanted it, the life you and I got. Marriage, family, a much quieter existence and not be forced to go off and fight all the time. He was never going to have peace unless he left. I feel so selfish for trying to make him stay.” You cried harder as Logan wrapped his arms around you and held you as close as humanly possible. “All because I didn’t want to lose my brother again. I have lived for nearly seventy years without him. I lost my father, my mother and now I lost Steve. My twin brother.” Your two children looked up at you, knowing that you were in serious distress. They both surround you with tiny arms trying to engulf you in a hug to calm you down.

“Don’t cry, mama. We wuv you.” Your daughter mumbled as she too sounded like she was about to cry.

“Ma!” babbled your young son as he reached up and pulled at the hem of your dress, who was feeling exactly what his sister was feeling. You looked down and smiled as your son’s brown eyes widened with some tears in his eyes. The sorrow from your being so strong that it was affecting your own children.

“Joey, my sweet boy.” You said as you picked him up and kissed his sweet face fiercely and he cuddled close to your head. Logan had his little girl right in front of him and placed a warm comforting hand on her beautiful, blonde covered head.

“Sweetheart, if there’s anything in this world you are not, it’s selfish.” He calmed you down as you snuggled closer to your boy. “When I first met you, all those years ago, I couldn’t believe on how a beautiful woman like you could be so compassionate, caring and brave all in one.” He continued. “I saw on how much you cared for the injured and the wounded during the war. Even the enemies that had surrendered, you still gave them medical treatment even when others refused to help them. Not once, did you stop until every person had gotten aid. Steve and Bucky basically had to pull you away from the infirmary tent because you nearly burnt out from treating people.” A small smile creeped on your lips while the tars still fell down your pale cheek. “I wanted to ask you out so badly that I felt like the stars aligned perfectly when you said yes. I was so in love with you then that I wanted to ask you to marry me after the war had ended.” You chuckled at the memory of the short courtship that you and Logan had during the war. “Then…Steve went into the ice, and you were devasted. You were a shell of your once bubbly and loving self. I yelled and screamed at you to get over him. That he was dead and never coming back.” He sighed with a remorseful huff making him think back to the day of when you two breaking up. “Then you left. I regret it every day of my life for letting you walk away after that fight. However my stubborn ass-“

“Language, James. We have the kids here with us.” You interrupted him.

“God, you really are his sister.” He joked and you giggled despite the serious and heartbreaking conversation you both were having. “Anyway, I was just too stubborn to go back and help you through your loss. So, I went back into the army and fought like hell until I met Stryker. I got these,” He held out his fist and the adamantium claws came out. You weren’t sacred of them and reached out your free hand and touched them carefully so that you would not get cut. Logan then retracted them and went on with his story. “Then I lost my memory. For over twenty-five years, I had no idea of who I was or where I was going. I had no purpose or self-worth even. I was just going through the motions as I fought cage match after cage match, trying to make petty cash so I could eat. I was miserable and was alone with no one by my side. Every time…I looked at my claws…I wanted to just…end it.” He admitted making you cry again. You knew of Logan’s attempt at taking his own life, but you only heard it from Charles and Rouge. Never had you heard it through his own lips, like he was confessing an unpardonable sin. It truly made you hate yourself for ever leaving him in the first place.

“Logan, I’m sorry. I should have been there. I never should have-“

“Let me finish, honey. Please.” Logan softly interrupted you, making to you listen to his story. “However, I odiously couldn’t. I would heal after every attempt. Every cut and wound, I would just heal. Leaving no scare, scrape, or mark on my skin. There was nothing, like the void that I was so desperate to fill.” He looked down and saw that Charlotte was now the one hugging him, obviously feeling her father’s suffering. How you got so lucky with wonderful children like these two munchkins was beyond you. “Then I met Rouge, Charles and the X-men. They helped me to find answers of who I was. I helped protect and train the kids at the school. They gave me a purpose, one that I was satisfied with.” He alleged as he stroked his daughter’s hair. “But…every night…along with the nightmares…someone was there…calling out to me…telling me to hold onto her hand…saying that everything was going to be okay.” He whispered intensely, like it was deep, dark secret kept hidden deep, buried underneath all of the malice and hardship. “That voice…reaching out for me…was you.” He said in your ear, making your gasp and your heart race like a comet. “Somewhere out there, even though I had no idea of who or where you were, I knew you held the missing piece of me. I asked Professor Xavier once, but he said that he was not abled to see your face. Only able to hear the sweet sound of your voice.” Logan whispered in your ear, which made you blush. It’s amazing that after all these years, Logan still had this effect on you that made you so weak in the knees. “So, I ignored them, no matter how many times my dream image of you came back to me in my mind. Then the day came that the Avengers came…then… I heard you. Yelling at something your brother did as you came walking down that jet, cute as a button and fierce as a mountain lion.” You felt the smile form on his lips as he confessed his thoughts from the past. “I felt like I strayed into a daydream. Like my mind was playing tricks on me. Then I had the professor tell me in my head saying that he heard your voice as well and it wasn’t a mind games. When you saw me…you stopped in your tracks and tears began to well in your eyes. At that moment, I knew you knew me from somewhere. You came running to me, trying to embrace me like your life depended on it.” He picked up his pace in his tone, he sounded almost excited with the prospect of meeting you again like it was the first time he met you. “However, something deep inside of me, a much darker part of me, wanted to reject you. Shove you aside and stay as far away from you as humanly possible. So, I pushed you away, distrusting you in an instant and denied any interaction with you.” He said as you think back to you’re your experience meeting him again after all this time. You believed that because you broke up with him that he didn’t want anything to do with you and even hated you after that. When you talked with Charles about it, he said it was because his mind was at war with him. Fighting for who gets to be in control, Logan or the demons that were plaguing his mind. You wanted to help, you wanted Logan to end his suffering and bring his memories back. “Looking back, I hated myself for it, even then, I believed that you didn’t deserve it. I was too damaged and broken, so pushed you away so you didn’t get drag into my mess. A few days later I overheard you and Steve talking to Charles. About the possibility of getting my memories back.” That information surprised you. You didn’t think Logan was listening to your conversation with Charles.

“Charles told me that it might be too dangerous, but I refused to give up. I didn’t want to give up on you again, Logan. Walking away from you in the forties was the biggest mistake of my life.” You confessed to him, feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“I know, and I couldn’t be more grateful that you did.” He replied. “I told Charles that I agreed and would do my part as well to get back my memories. When you came to me with the spell, I was apprehensive, but I was more than willing to trust you, despite the battle that was going on in my head.” He acknowledged, thinking how risky it was to help him. “I was told of the risks…the risks of you being braindead.”

“It was worth the risk, Logan. You were worth the risk. Always were.” You sweetly talked to the love of your life. Logan truly didn’t know what else to say to that. You were willing to risk being a vegetable for the rest of your life it meant getting him back.

“And you succeeded.” He remarked with a kiss to your head. “What I’m trying to say, (Name), is that you are not selfish. Not even close to such accusations. Steve was your brother and you wanted him to stay. Nothing more.” Logan held you close as your entire family looked at Steve’s name that was scribed into the marble stone. “You were the best sister and the best wife and mother that anyone could ask for.”

“Best mama eva!” Lottie shouted and hugged you by your legs. You chuckled and bent down to kiss your daughter’s head.

“And you are the best daughter ever.” You claimed as she looked up at you. You looked to both family as you stood there looking at Steve’s grave for a little while longer. Soon, Buck and Sam came along to pay their respects to their best friend ns see you, Logan and the kids. You all stayed there for a while longer before heading to Sam’s place for a Barbeque. You packed up all the pictures and flag before heading out, leaving the flowers behind. One last time, you look back at the headstone and smiled before leaving with your family.

“Happy Memorial Day, Bro.”

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Daddy's Girl (P.Parker x Rogers Reader) *Smut

You were such a good girl: No grades below a B, no talking back, homework turned in on time, no gossip, dress appropriately, nothing wrong with you. Hell, you didn't swear or even experience a first kiss.

Mr. Parker, as you were introduced to him in your junior history class, was the first boy you ever looked at differently. You were always seriously told by Steve, and Tony kiddingly, to never get tempted to fall in love or do not innocent thoughts with anyone. That some people wanted to treat others as toys, play and leave them. In your mind, Peter was different. He looked so sweet. You couldn’t thank your history teacher enough when he assigned you two to a partner project.

You were cautious when you brought Peter to the Tower. You bit your lip many times on your way there. “Are you okay?” Peter asked you, getting closer to the tower, it was only a few blocks away. “Yeah, I’ve just never brought a boy home before for anything.” You admitted. “My dad is...um...protective and...sort of strict.” You mentioned. “Is that something I’m supposed to be concerned about?” He asked as you took the turn. You hesitated, “Possibly, but we’re only working on a school project, so we should be fine.”

The look Steve gave you as you walked in with Peter made you blush. The protective father look that said, if you hurt my daughter, I hurt you worse. You could feel the tension in the air. “Hi Daddy,” you managed to innocently speak and gave him a hug. “Hi baby girl,” he spoke, not his normal voice either. “Daddy, this is Peter. We’re assigned to do a school project together. It’s due in two weeks.” You explained. “So, is it okay if he comes over at least two times a week, please?” You even pulled those little puppy eyes and a lip that bottom lip would form into a perfect pout. Oh, you did have a strict father, but he had soft spots for school and that little face you have made since the age of five. No, you didn’t get away with everything with that look, only about fifteen percent of things. “Alright, but you two must stay on this floor with open doors.” He replied. “Daddy, it can be so distracting down here. Please, could we please study in my room.” You pleaded and begged. “Okay,” he then leaned down to your ear, “you don’t do anything bad with him. You understand?” He whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” you slightly giggled.

That was just the beginning.

It took those two weeks for Peter to kiss you.

It took a few months and a half of a year before the part of your brain that felt so innocent and loving and obeying to your father changed. It had thoughts of Peter, thoughts that you couldn’t ignore.

The night came and your father was called away to help. You called Peter. Peter came to the Tower. The kisses you two shared built and grew larger, more intoxicating. The intoxication traveled to both his and your hands, intoxicated to find and touch each others bodies. First, it was under both of your shirts. His was off first. Your breath was heavy as he slowly started to take it off. His hands softly traveled as he felt the newly exposed skin. “Pe-Peter, this isn’t enough.” You whispered. “Shh,” he said before slowly gliding your pants off of your legs. You whimpered, becoming impatient.

It didn’t take long for you to feel his tongue in you. Oh, how it worked its magic so well. Then, after about ten minutes and nearly cumming, Peter put his cock in you. Your breath disappeared as he entered you. Your voice came back when he started to thrust. Oh, how it got louder as he went faster and harder, just as you requested.

“That was amazing, Spider-Man.” You whispered after both of you finished. He kissed your forehead and lips, so softly.

Winter man

Bucky x(fem) reader

Summary: Being a soldier in the same war but you were injected with something else while you were captured, you and Bucky were close in the war but he disappeared and now he returns.

Warnings: Some swearing, fighting?

Gonna make this a few chapters long if I can. :D

And im going to change the way they get injected with the serum

When you signed up to the war people thought you were crazy being a woman and all they didn’t take you seriously until you kicked some officers ass in front of the whole squad and gained their respect especially James Buchannan Barnes. He smirked watching as you beat this guy senseless trying to grab your ass now he was on the ground whining like a child. You rolled your eyes walking away seeing your brother Steve he looked at the guy behind you laughing.

“What did this one do?” He asked as you both walked.

“Tried to grab my butt should’ve known better” You said glaring at him. Steve shook his head as he got called he frowned walking away giving you a small wave before disappearing. Bucky caught up to you being his usual flirty self.

“That was a beating love” He chuckled you smiled at him he was your crush it was stupid you sounded like a teenage girl. His handsome smile his hair his eyes just everything. You shook the thoughts from your head when suddenly the alarm rang. You and Bucky rushed to the Armory you were under attack you grabbed a gun and some armour as men rushed around. You tried to find Steve worried about him.

“I’m going to find Steve” You yelled over the gun fire to Bucky he nodded as you ran shooting as you went. You couldn’t find him though and you began to panic when someone came behind you knocking you out cold.

Waking up you shook your hands you were tied up you frowned looking in front of you seeing Steve, but he was bigger?

“Steve?” You whisper called he groaned his head rolling to the side as his eyes opened.

“Y/n?” He asked you nodded wondering what the hell happened to him.

“What’s happening?” He asked when someone walked in.

“Glad to see your all awake” You frowned looking both sides of you seeing more men from the army. You shook at the restraints growling in frustration.

“I wouldn’t do that dear” The man smirked as he had a button in his hand you realised the chip on your neck. You stopped gulping a little as he smirked at everyone.

“Such beauty” He said he was German by his accent. He was a short man with dirty blond hair.

“You will do quite fine to my army” He snickered, and you glared at him. You were left like that strapped to some standing table you sighed giving up on the restraints.

“What did he do to us?” A man asked.

“I don’t know” Another answered as Steve looked down at his body confused.

“Y/n?” He asked you looked up seeing his confused look about his body.

“I don’t know Steve they might have injected you with something I don’t know” You said rushed realising you didn’t feel to good. Your head hunched you wanted to puke.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Steve asked seeing your face pale as your world blurred.

“Y/N” You heard distantly before your world went back.

The next time you woke up you were in a different area it looked like a hospital you heard the beeping of a monitor and you turned your head seeing New York.

“Miss please don’t sit up” The nurse said as you tried to sit up.

“Where am i?” You asked.

“New York central hospital” She said you frowned how did you get here. Steve walked in and you smiled happy to see your friend alive he hugged you gently.

“What happened?” You asked confused.

“We were injected with something and you passed out and the base we were in got attacked and we escaped but you’ve been out for a month now” He said sadly you froze a month? You sat up holding your head.

“Water?” He asked handing you a cup which you sculled down.

“Thank you, Steve,” You whispered he nodded smiling rubbing your shoulder.

“I have to go soon were leaving at 6o 100” He said you nodded sighing glad he was ok he was buffer bigger.

“Ill see you soon” He said giving your forehead a kiss as he walked away. You sighed laying back in the bed.

Another month passed, and you were called back to the war you were filled on a bunch of information Hydra was the one who captured you and created an army ready to fight. You were trying to soak in all the info they were telling you wanting to kill the Basterds that did this to you.

War was here gun fire filled the air with the screams of men, bombs going off it was intense. You were in the air with Steve hitting them from above, but they had something an experimental bomb that they were going to detonate. You were in the air ship with Steve as you both looked around for the object. You couldn’t detonate it though you had a stupid thought, but it was suicide.

“Were going to have to freeze it in the water but one of us needs to fly the ship” You said he froze shaking his head knowing you were going to do it.

“No don’t even think about it” He said you sighed.

“We have no choice get your ass off this plane please Steve” You begged tears in your eyes he shook his head his eyes watering.

“I’m not leaving you” He said you opened the back hatch slowly sighing.

“Yes, you are” You said pushing him through the door he would land in the water as you flew off going down into the water muttering your last words.

Steve yelled out after he came above the water seeing your ship hit the water he was crying as he treaded water knowing he had just lost you. Some men came to his rescue pulling him out of the water before he froze over he watched were you were holding tightly onto the towel. You were a hero now.

You don’t remember anything from the war when you wake up. In a hospital in somewhere you frowned seeing cords attached to you and your brother sleeping in a chair.

“Steve?” You said your voice groggy. He shot up rushing to you tears in his eyes cupping your cheek.

“Thank god your alive” He muttered hugging you tightly you frowned.

“What happened?” You asked confused.

“You don’t remember?” He asked you shook your head it was blank.

“It was the war you flew the ship into the water” He whispered you frowned you couldn’t remember.

“You were frozen” He said.

“For how long?” You asked. He froze looking like he didn’t want to tell you.

“Tell me damn it” You said.

“70 years” He muttered now you froze you didn’t look over 30 you were breathing heavily.

“Calm down breath ok it’s a lot but the serum kept you like this” HE said hurriedly you remember the serum and everything but not flying into the ice.

It was hard to get use to the new world everything was different Steve showed you a lot of things and introduced you to Tony Stark Howards son you knew Howard. He found you in the ocean you were grateful to him saving your life. But now you had other problems.

OK so Bucky isn't in this one much but in the enxt chapter he will be :D

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