Marvel Trash

Amy | 16 | mainly angst filled fan fics | tbh I'm just an overly dramatic, awkward duckling✨

[loadedguncornflakes]

im literally waiting for the day when yall push chris evans so far that he throws on his captain america suit and actually starts punching nazis and fighting crime

[iamnotsebastianstan-archive-dea]

happy anniversary to this iconique tweet from christopher robert evans 

[meantfortheshore]

[moremetalthanyourmom]

Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move

[youcangofindatree-deactivated20]

Gotta try it

[clevermanka]

I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.

[emmagrant01]

Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.

Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”

[mercurialkitty]

I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.

[songbirde108]

Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.

[onethingconstant]

Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.

I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.

[noahschnapps-archive-deactivate]

Happy birthday, Chris!!

[June 13th, 1981]

[yikesbucky]

follow spreeeee

heLLO i have recently unfollowed a lot of blogs recently and my dash is super dEAD so i need new people to follow if u reblog/post any of the following imma check u out. reblog/like this post and all that stuff

captain america (like team cap lbr)

chris evans/sebastian stan

supernatural (if u ship w*ncest dont even bother)

dc (any of the cw shows or movies idc)

b99/new girl

sense8

memes :)

[winterrsschild]

Reblog if you get this:

thank you for your concern but no, im not sick, sad, tired or dying i just didn’t wear any eye makeup today

[danielle-gets-fit-deactivated20]

I have stretch marks.

[smallerbenz-blog]

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

[marvel-feed]

WATCH TOM HOLLAND ON LIP SYNC BATTLE!

Watch the full performance above! - Amazing 10/10!

[marvel-feed]

EVERYBODY👏🏼 NEEDS👏🏼 TO👏🏼 WATCH👏🏼 THIS👏🏼 RIGHT👏🏼 NOW!

[winterrsschild]

@that-sarcastic-pisces

[wintermurdocked]

Marvel has us so freaking whipped, we’re all willing to sit through 10 minutes of credits for 30 more seconds of movie

[the-12th-tucker-deactivated2015]

Please reblog if you enjoy Marvel and you're a woman

I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!

[aurea-lucem-deactivated20150225]

MARVEL WOMEN ASSEMBLE

[fleabag-2000]

[dwlostcompanion]

80615 strong so far!

[estateofdecay]

WE BROKE 90 THOUSAND!!!

[witchoflight]

174,911 MARVEL WOMEN! WE ARE LEGION!

[marvel-af-imagines]

Over 200,000!

[shamvictoria11]

277054

[imagine-assembling-the-avengers]

I breathe Marvel.  

[pietropatrol]

Can we get to 300,000?!

Yes, yes we can! Keep reblogging!

[little-wolf-cosplay]

Move over and let me school you on Marvel

[maryjane-parker-deactivated2019]

Come on we can do better than that. I know there are more of us on this hellsite.

[ilovebeingjoyful]

FAN GIRLS…ASSEMBLE!!! @writingfortheavengers @missnerdiness

@always

[writingfortheavengers]

*killing everybody saying girls like marvel because only the actors are extremely hot, have you seen the female cast of the MCU dude? you’d be fangirling too, and #SorryNotSorry, but Netflix’s series are amazing and enjoyable for everyone*

@halegalaxy00 @preserumrogersyesplease @suivezlalune @a-diary-of-a-fangirl

[fanaticfangirl001]

Am I late to the party 

@ursulaismymiddlename 

@theavengersimagines

[imagine-assembling-the-avengers]

Heck yeah, I’m here again.  IT’S THAT IMPORTANT. 

[aeaean--bliss]

You called?

[iamteambucky-deactivated2017041]

[buckybarneswintersoldier]

I’m here because I am a Marvel fangirl

[sosebastian]

292 274

[sebastianbarnesandchrisrogers]

I will always reblog this!

[sunroki]

299,839! We’re so close! Can we break 300,000?

[rebelslicious-deactivated201812]

[poealsobucky]

Get on it gals

[fuckmesebby]

YAAAS LADIES

[alpacainthepanicroom-deactivate]

why wouldn’t we? Marvel is seriously the best thing on this planet.

Lets show them ladies!!

@tiamasterofthezomborgs, @madman-with-a-snogbox, @nannna003, @pastapizzacheesedragon, @passionateotpsshipper, @marie-kory-grayson, @mariancapen, @sam-elis-caulfield, @loki-wants-an-army,

[pastapizzacheesedragon-deactiva]

HELL YEAH

[winterrsschild]

i’ve forgotten the name of a loki x reader! send help

someone please help me, i’ve recently remembered this great loki x reader i once read, but the curse of forgetting the series name, the author/blog name and any one single line from it, has struck me.i will attempt to describe it in hopes that whoever reads this can help.. (i apologies for any spelling mistakes)

i beg for help...

[maryxglz]

Get you a man who can do both.

[naity-sama]

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

[littlestsecret]

Appetite -  craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse -  agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault -  attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound Beautiful -  admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting Brutal -  atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild Burly – able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal -  animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean Dangerous -  alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous Dark -  atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty Ecstasy -  delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled Ecstatic -  delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild Erotic -  amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing Gasp -  catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded  Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous Hunger -  appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst Hungry -  avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting Intense -  forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous Liquid -  damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moan - beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl Moving -  (exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling Need -  compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen Pain -  ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart Painful -  aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded Perverted -  aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile  Pleasurable -  charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent Pleasure -  bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven  Rapacious-  avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering Rapture -  bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy Rigid -  adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering Sudden -  abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning Thrust -  (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback  Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe Touch -  (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap  (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water Wicked -  abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched Writhe -  agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

[aghostnotaguardian-archive]

//MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS - HERE IS THE ANSWER TO THE PROBLEM OF FINDING THAT RIGHT WORD!!!!!

[shades-of-orange]

I’ve reblogged it before, and I’ll reblog it again

[winterrsschild]

Yasss

[rockinsquawkin]

Noooo oooone’s slick as James Barnes’, no one’s quick as James Barnes’ 

NO ONE’S LEGS ARE INCREDIBLY THICK AS JAMES BARNES’

[that-sarcastic-pisces]

@winterrsschild omg

[winterrsschild]

@that-sarcastic-pisces well they ain’t lying

[winterrsschild]

The Daughter of Hades - rewrite // p3

hsummary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind

pairings: Bucky x female reader

warnings: angst, violence, death, meantions of blood and operations, swearing…i’m never good at remembering things there’s probably more sorryyy

thoughts are in italics

A/N: for this chapter i’m going to be switching between tenses, just so that the description and story telling is much easier. I’m not sure how to properly tell you the tenses has changed but i think you’ll know😊 enjoy!

part one   ¦   part two

Zola circled Y/N as she stood from her crouched position on the floor; her legs were shaking as if this was the first time she had been standing in years when she was standing not only a few minutes ago. The guards were now in their previous spaces on the edges of the room, but their hands were eager to lift their weapons and fire at Y/N, as their cool demeanor were now ones of fear. 

You couldn’t be mistaken that Y/N was a human, but the way she flinched at the drip of water or the quiet shuffling of feet, she appeared animalistic. Every sense she had had been heightened, even more so than when she was her normal self. Hearing, taste, sight, touch, smell. She was alerted of the smallest change in the atmosphere; and people’s minds.

The two people on the floor in front of Y/N were crying heavily. They were begging and calling out someone’s name, but the name was always muffled to her. She turned to face her whole body towards the two and approached them slowly; her back arched like a cat and she led the way with her nose, taking small wiffs of the surroundings every few seconds. 

When her face was a mere few centimeters away from them she was confused to find that neither of them spoke, they didn’t move their mouths nor breath irregularly. But their sobs still echoed through her head, as did the scoffs and snarky comments of the nearby guards which quickly averted her gaze from the man and woman before her.

“Y/N?” Zola placed a hand on her shoulder and she immediately stepped back into the corner. She was afraid but had the face of a murderer. “Y/N, are you there?”

Something in Y/N snapped; in a split second she had a fist clenched around Zola’s throat as she held him above her against the wall. Her eyes were filled with an obsidian black that had small flickers of bright blue in them, she gritted her teeth and growled lowly at Zola. “She’s not there anymore you son of a bitch!” 

Two guards came quickly to Zola’s aid and ripped Y/N from his frail figure, she struggled harshly against their grip and smiled devilishly at Zola. “Why do you smile at me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Scared?” Y/N taunted, “You shouldn’t be. You should be proud of yourself.”

“And why is that?”

“Why, you’re my priority…sweetie.” Y/N continued to smile at Zola with an added wink, then she started to struggle in the guards’ grip again.

Y/N’s struggling was more desperate this time, like her sudden urge to attack Zola was taking over her soul, when in fact she felt as sane as ever. To everyone’s amazement, Y/N’s arms and torso materialized, allowing her to slip through the grasp of the guards and lunge for Zola once more. However, the guard that helped Zola to his feet anticipated her attack, and Y/N was hit on the temple with the but of his rifle, knocking her out clean.

“Strap her down, but keep her in this room. She doesn’t leave.” Zola instructed as he, Celest and a few other guards left the room.

Y/N woke up strapped to a wooden chair by her wrists and ankles, and with a terrible pain to her right temple. I know who I’m killing next. She felt different once again, not quite Y/N, but not the same person/animal that wanted to so badly kill Zola. The room was the same as before, cold, dark and dirty and with the same two prisoners kneeling in the center. Not only did she remember the room and the two people before her, she remembered a woman with platinum blonde hair, her name was something that didn’t come to mind though.

As if on cue, the door directly behind Y/N opened and revealed four guards who walked into the room, they were followed by the Celest, who Y/N still didn’t remember, and Zola. I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.

Zola moved to the left of Y/N and nodded in greeting. “Y/N, good to see you.”

Y/N looked up at him stoically. “What do you want?”

“Back to normal I see?” Zola ignored the question and looked past Y/N. “Celest?” Oh that’s her name. “Can you do the honors?” Celest nodded as he gestured to Y/N.

Another thing Y/N suddenly remembered, was the pain. Celest shot a beam of white light at Y/N’s head; she writhed in agony under the restraints as she tried to get the light out of her. The pain that was slowly growing stronger, stopped increasing and leveled out. Zola saw the change and looked to Celest who was struggling to control her beam of light.

“I can’t reach her properly, she’d too strong!” Celest choked up as she continued to struggle.

Zola didn’t know what to do but just stand there baffled and watch the scene unravel. No one could withstand Celest’s power, and Y/N seemed too weak and tired to resist, but she was proving stronger than Zola thought. This both amazed, and scared him.

Y/N’s screams came to a halt and the white beam slowly faded. Celest stood wearily at the side, she looked like she was about to collapse. Y/N started at Zola through her dark, tasseled hair and gave him that same devilish smile. She suddenly started screaming again, but this time more aggressively; and Zola new why once Y/N freed herself of the leather restraints, ripped the two off her ankles and stood up. However, that’s all she did. She stood motionless, staring down at the floor in front of her. 

There were nine people in the small dark room, including Y/N, and she heard all of them without them saying a word. The four guards each had their own comments to say about her; “scum”; “worthless bitch”; “feral”; “monster”. Celest, was still exhausted after her energy was drained, she stayed in the corner of the room and furthest away from Y/N, to scared to have any contact with her. The two prisoners were still knelt on the floor behind her; each asking questions about who was with them and what they were doing. 

The voice in someone’s head she focused on the most though was Zola’s. Not only did she hear what he had planned for her abilities, she saw what he imagined, she was inside his mind; literally.

The room was suddenly bright as multiple overhead lights were switched on, revealing a room similar to the one Y/N was in when she first arrived. Her vision gave her surroundings a slightly washed out effect, nothing was perfectly shaped giving the impression of looking through water. In the air around her, what looked like black ink floated around the room as if in water.

 As Y/N stood by the door to the white tiled room, Zola and other doctors surrounded a medical table in the middle. A light wind picked up in the room even though there were no windows or vents; paperwork and files started blowing around the room as light sobs could be heard.

Between the shoulders of two doctors, Y/N saw a woman laying on the table in just shorts and a sports bra. The table to her left had multiple utensils and medical tools which were covered in blood. Her own body and hands were smeared in blood as well, though Y/N was unsure who’s it was. The woman had single cuts trailing down her arms and legs. It seemed to be an operation, but the patient was awake. 

As Zola stepped up to the woman and the others doctors moved away, revealing Y/N herself on the table. As he neared, her sobs grew louder and she screamed for him to stop. 

Zola held up some sterilized equipment that was nothing familiar to a regular operation, he leaned in closer to Y/N as her tears continued to pool in her ears. “I told you. This is all for a good cause.”

Without bearing to witness what could possibly be her own death, Y/N concentrated her powers to return to the real world. The small streaks of floating ink grew larger and consumed her vision, plunging the blinding white room into darkness.

The black ink washed away from Y/N’s vision and she was welcomed with an all too familiar dark, damp room, with Zola directly in front of her.

“Do you plan to kill me doctor?” Y/N said unusually calm; looking at Zola through her lashes.

Zola was taken aback by this sudden question, curious as to what she meant. “I plan to use your newly acquired abilities to shape the future. Not to kill you.”

“You’re either lying to me, or you have some dark fantasies.”

Although, Y/N’s senses had recently been heightened to the extreme, she was too focused on Zola to notice that Celest had regained her energy while she was exploring Zola’s mind, and that she was now right behind her. Y/N, even in her predatory state, managed to see Zola’s eyes flicker behind her for a split second. Before she could turn around and attack, Celest had her hands pressed to Y/N’s temples.

The familiar pain was this time rushed through Y/N’s head, rather than a slow painful process. It took over so quickly she was forced to her knees and was left panting with her head hanging.

After Celest had let go and walked back into her respected corner, Y/N slowly stood and kept her eyes focused on the space in front of her. Her breathing was suddenly calmer and she didn’t move a muscle when Zola stepped closer. He was sure that she was in his control this time.

“The first step to shaping the future, is for me to get some information from these two people. And I can only do that with your help.” Zola turned Y/N to face the two kneeling prisoners.

Without any further commands she stepped closer to them and held out her hands as she closed her eyes. The room was too dark to see what she was doing, but a blue flame started flowing around her hands; her fingers suddenly twitched as if life was just brought into them, sending the blue flames towards the prisoners’ heads. 

They began struggling and grunting in pain as the flames slowly seeped into the sides of their heads. Y/N could hear multiple screams and begs, them telling someone to hide, run and look after something. She then started seeing things through their eyes. Red lights flashing in hallways, and alert going of, explosions, the wizz of bullets rushing past their heads, bloody walls and bodies, upturned drawers and disheveled papers scattered across the floor. 

Then she saw a child. The scene had changed and the atmosphere was much calmer, it seemed as if there was no atmosphere at all. The vision showed the child running blissfully towards her mother in a wheat field as the sun set. Loosing her concentration, Y/N’s slipped out of their minds, the blue flames fading into the air.

The final scene Y/N saw had somehow brought her mind back slightly. She turned to Zola. “Who are these people?”

Zola waved the guards towards her but she took no notice. “Oh, Y/N.” He sighed.

“Who are they!” She shouted as two guards took hold of her and the other two opened the door and lead Celest outside.

Y/N struggled vigorously against them as she regained her humanity by the second. It took them a few seconds to get her through the door, but after they did they had to drag her feet along the floor as the pulled her through the red-lit hallway. She would turn her head behind her to look Zola in the eye as he followed slowly behind the three.

Her shouts and grunts echoed off the walls as she continued to struggle, often slipping loose but not being quick enough to escape them. 

“Who are they?” She repeated. “They have a child!” She shouted louder than any other question or struggling comment.

“Call in the Asset.” Zola ignored her.

Y/N was quiet for the rest of the journey back to her cell. On the way she passed who she suspected was the Asset, surrounded on all four sides by guards. He was tall, was heavily built, had long dark hair, and a metal arm. Y/N was quite literally thrown into her cell with the bars immediately shut behind her. She quickly stood and held onto the cold bars as she pressed her face to them, locking eyes with Zola.

“They have a child.” She whispered.

“I know dear. But don’t worry, she is safe. We wouldn’t harm a child.” Zola replied before leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

What he said to Y/N wasn’t a lie. He would never harm a child. But he would wait until they were old enough, to do enough damage without killing them.

A/N: sorry if any of you didn’t want to be tagged, but some of you wanted to be tagged in the original Daughter of Hades and thought you may like the re-write

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[winterrsschild]

The Daughter of Hades - rewrite // p3

hsummary: you thought your close friend and long time crush James Buchanan Barnes was going off to war, but it seems you would be the one to battle all types of war from being a weapon for a dangerous organization known as Hyrda, to fighting a war with your own mind

pairings: Bucky x female reader

warnings: angst, violence, death, meantions of blood and operations, swearing...i’m never good at remembering things there’s probably more sorryyy

thoughts are in italics

A/N: for this chapter i’m going to be switching between tenses, just so that the description and story telling is much easier. I’m not sure how to properly tell you the tenses has changed but i think you’ll know😊 enjoy!

part one   ¦   part two

Zola circled Y/N as she stood from her crouched position on the floor; her legs were shaking as if this was the first time she had been standing in years when she was standing not only a few minutes ago. The guards were now in their previous spaces on the edges of the room, but their hands were eager to lift their weapons and fire at Y/N, as their cool demeanor were now ones of fear. 

You couldn’t be mistaken that Y/N was a human, but the way she flinched at the drip of water or the quiet shuffling of feet, she appeared animalistic. Every sense she had had been heightened, even more so than when she was her normal self. Hearing, taste, sight, touch, smell. She was alerted of the smallest change in the atmosphere; and people’s minds.

The two people on the floor in front of Y/N were crying heavily. They were begging and calling out someone’s name, but the name was always muffled to her. She turned to face her whole body towards the two and approached them slowly; her back arched like a cat and she led the way with her nose, taking small wiffs of the surroundings every few seconds. 

When her face was a mere few centimeters away from them she was confused to find that neither of them spoke, they didn’t move their mouths nor breath irregularly. But their sobs still echoed through her head, as did the scoffs and snarky comments of the nearby guards which quickly averted her gaze from the man and woman before her.

“Y/N?” Zola placed a hand on her shoulder and she immediately stepped back into the corner. She was afraid but had the face of a murderer. “Y/N, are you there?”

Something in Y/N snapped; in a split second she had a fist clenched around Zola’s throat as she held him above her against the wall. Her eyes were filled with an obsidian black that had small flickers of bright blue in them, she gritted her teeth and growled lowly at Zola. “She’s not there anymore you son of a bitch!” 

Two guards came quickly to Zola’s aid and ripped Y/N from his frail figure, she struggled harshly against their grip and smiled devilishly at Zola. “Why do you smile at me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Scared?” Y/N taunted, “You shouldn’t be. You should be proud of yourself.”

“And why is that?”

“Why, you’re my priority...sweetie.” Y/N continued to smile at Zola with an added wink, then she started to struggle in the guards’ grip again.

Y/N’s struggling was more desperate this time, like her sudden urge to attack Zola was taking over her soul, when in fact she felt as sane as ever. To everyone’s amazement, Y/N’s arms and torso materialized, allowing her to slip through the grasp of the guards and lunge for Zola once more. However, the guard that helped Zola to his feet anticipated her attack, and Y/N was hit on the temple with the but of his rifle, knocking her out clean.

“Strap her down, but keep her in this room. She doesn’t leave.” Zola instructed as he, Celest and a few other guards left the room.

Y/N woke up strapped to a wooden chair by her wrists and ankles, and with a terrible pain to her right temple. I know who I’m killing next. She felt different once again, not quite Y/N, but not the same person/animal that wanted to so badly kill Zola. The room was the same as before, cold, dark and dirty and with the same two prisoners kneeling in the center. Not only did she remember the room and the two people before her, she remembered a woman with platinum blonde hair, her name was something that didn’t come to mind though.

As if on cue, the door directly behind Y/N opened and revealed four guards who walked into the room, they were followed by the Celest, who Y/N still didn’t remember, and Zola. I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.

Zola moved to the left of Y/N and nodded in greeting. “Y/N, good to see you.”

Y/N looked up at him stoically. “What do you want?”

“Back to normal I see?” Zola ignored the question and looked past Y/N. “Celest?” Oh that’s her name. “Can you do the honors?” Celest nodded as he gestured to Y/N.

Another thing Y/N suddenly remembered, was the pain. Celest shot a beam of white light at Y/N’s head; she writhed in agony under the restraints as she tried to get the light out of her. The pain that was slowly growing stronger, stopped increasing and leveled out. Zola saw the change and looked to Celest who was struggling to control her beam of light.

“I can’t reach her properly, she’d too strong!” Celest choked up as she continued to struggle.

Zola didn’t know what to do but just stand there baffled and watch the scene unravel. No one could withstand Celest’s power, and Y/N seemed too weak and tired to resist, but she was proving stronger than Zola thought. This both amazed, and scared him.

Y/N’s screams came to a halt and the white beam slowly faded. Celest stood wearily at the side, she looked like she was about to collapse. Y/N started at Zola through her dark, tasseled hair and gave him that same devilish smile. She suddenly started screaming again, but this time more aggressively; and Zola new why once Y/N freed herself of the leather restraints, ripped the two off her ankles and stood up. However, that’s all she did. She stood motionless, staring down at the floor in front of her. 

There were nine people in the small dark room, including Y/N, and she heard all of them without them saying a word. The four guards each had their own comments to say about her; “scum”; “worthless bitch”; “feral”; “monster”. Celest, was still exhausted after her energy was drained, she stayed in the corner of the room and furthest away from Y/N, to scared to have any contact with her. The two prisoners were still knelt on the floor behind her; each asking questions about who was with them and what they were doing. 

The voice in someone’s head she focused on the most though was Zola’s. Not only did she hear what he had planned for her abilities, she saw what he imagined, she was inside his mind; literally.

The room was suddenly bright as multiple overhead lights were switched on, revealing a room similar to the one Y/N was in when she first arrived. Her vision gave her surroundings a slightly washed out effect, nothing was perfectly shaped giving the impression of looking through water. In the air around her, what looked like black ink floated around the room as if in water.

 As Y/N stood by the door to the white tiled room, Zola and other doctors surrounded a medical table in the middle. A light wind picked up in the room even though there were no windows or vents; paperwork and files started blowing around the room as light sobs could be heard.

Between the shoulders of two doctors, Y/N saw a woman laying on the table in just shorts and a sports bra. The table to her left had multiple utensils and medical tools which were covered in blood. Her own body and hands were smeared in blood as well, though Y/N was unsure who’s it was. The woman had single cuts trailing down her arms and legs. It seemed to be an operation, but the patient was awake. 

As Zola stepped up to the woman and the others doctors moved away, revealing Y/N herself on the table. As he neared, her sobs grew louder and she screamed for him to stop. 

Zola held up some sterilized equipment that was nothing familiar to a regular operation, he leaned in closer to Y/N as her tears continued to pool in her ears. “I told you. This is all for a good cause.”

Without bearing to witness what could possibly be her own death, Y/N concentrated her powers to return to the real world. The small streaks of floating ink grew larger and consumed her vision, plunging the blinding white room into darkness.

The black ink washed away from Y/N’s vision and she was welcomed with an all too familiar dark, damp room, with Zola directly in front of her.

“Do you plan to kill me doctor?” Y/N said unusually calm; looking at Zola through her lashes.

Zola was taken aback by this sudden question, curious as to what she meant. “I plan to use your newly acquired abilities to shape the future. Not to kill you.”

“You’re either lying to me, or you have some dark fantasies.”

Although, Y/N’s senses had recently been heightened to the extreme, she was too focused on Zola to notice that Celest had regained her energy while she was exploring Zola’s mind, and that she was now right behind her. Y/N, even in her predatory state, managed to see Zola’s eyes flicker behind her for a split second. Before she could turn around and attack, Celest had her hands pressed to Y/N’s temples.

The familiar pain was this time rushed through Y/N’s head, rather than a slow painful process. It took over so quickly she was forced to her knees and was left panting with her head hanging.

After Celest had let go and walked back into her respected corner, Y/N slowly stood and kept her eyes focused on the space in front of her. Her breathing was suddenly calmer and she didn’t move a muscle when Zola stepped closer. He was sure that she was in his control this time.

“The first step to shaping the future, is for me to get some information from these two people. And I can only do that with your help.” Zola turned Y/N to face the two kneeling prisoners.

Without any further commands she stepped closer to them and held out her hands as she closed her eyes. The room was too dark to see what she was doing, but a blue flame started flowing around her hands; her fingers suddenly twitched as if life was just brought into them, sending the blue flames towards the prisoners’ heads. 

They began struggling and grunting in pain as the flames slowly seeped into the sides of their heads. Y/N could hear multiple screams and begs, them telling someone to hide, run and look after something. She then started seeing things through their eyes. Red lights flashing in hallways, and alert going of, explosions, the wizz of bullets rushing past their heads, bloody walls and bodies, upturned drawers and disheveled papers scattered across the floor. 

Then she saw a child. The scene had changed and the atmosphere was much calmer, it seemed as if there was no atmosphere at all. The vision showed the child running blissfully towards her mother in a wheat field as the sun set. Loosing her concentration, Y/N’s slipped out of their minds, the blue flames fading into the air.

The final scene Y/N saw had somehow brought her mind back slightly. She turned to Zola. “Who are these people?”

Zola waved the guards towards her but she took no notice. “Oh, Y/N.” He sighed.

“Who are they!” She shouted as two guards took hold of her and the other two opened the door and lead Celest outside.

Y/N struggled vigorously against them as she regained her humanity by the second. It took them a few seconds to get her through the door, but after they did they had to drag her feet along the floor as the pulled her through the red-lit hallway. She would turn her head behind her to look Zola in the eye as he followed slowly behind the three.

Her shouts and grunts echoed off the walls as she continued to struggle, often slipping loose but not being quick enough to escape them. 

“Who are they?” She repeated. “They have a child!” She shouted louder than any other question or struggling comment.

“Call in the Asset.” Zola ignored her.

Y/N was quiet for the rest of the journey back to her cell. On the way she passed who she suspected was the Asset, surrounded on all four sides by guards. He was tall, was heavily built, had long dark hair, and a metal arm. Y/N was quite literally thrown into her cell with the bars immediately shut behind her. She quickly stood and held onto the cold bars as she pressed her face to them, locking eyes with Zola.

“They have a child.” She whispered.

“I know dear. But don’t worry, she is safe. We wouldn’t harm a child.” Zola replied before leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

What he said to Y/N wasn’t a lie. He would never harm a child. But he would wait until they were old enough, to do enough damage without killing them.

A/N: sorry if any of you didn’t want to be tagged, but some of you wanted to be tagged in the original Daughter of Hades and thought you may like the re-write

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DNA - Bucky x reader

ū song Fic: DNA by Lia Marie Johnson

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: violence, angst, death

thoughts and lyrics are in italics

summary: you and bucky are both part of the winter soldier programme and are partners when a recent mission for HYDRA goes wrong...

A/N: ditching revision for a song fic / oneshot! It’s quite long so i don’t think this counts as a oneshot? or does it? idk, enjoy anyways :)

Even though Y/N and Bucky were stone cold soldiers in the presence of their handlers, when they were left for the night in their damp cells and their memories slowly faded into the light, they would talk between the bars to share each other’s company. Telling each other stories as the memories began pouring in and knowing one another more and more by the second. Any ordinary person would say this was another cliche, forbidden love that would conquer all, but they were no ordinary people in an ordinary world. They were dangerous, and so was their love.

“I wonder if they notice I’m gone?”

Bucky tuned his head to Y/N as she sat in the opposite cell, both of them rested their heads against the one of three walls to their cell. He stayed silent, knowing what her sudden questions that broke the silence meant, he didn’t know what words would comfort her.

Y/N let out a pained sigh, “The last thing I said to my family was that I hated them, the car crash on the news must’ve been the last thing they heard of me.”

Before Bucky could speak a red light started flashing in the hallway, signalling they were needed for another mission. They both stood and faced the wall opposite the cell bars, knowing the routine and preparing to be handcuffed. 

“Y/N,” Bucky said facing the wall. “Try to remember, but don’t show your emotions...no matter what.”

“No matter what.” Y/N said before their handcuffs clicked closed.

Blood was splattered across the walls of every corridor, the bodies it came from cut, bruised, broken and laying limp at the foot of the wall. When in their Winter Soldier mode, the two didn’t care what they left behind them, as long as they retrieved what was needed and no one was left breathing. 

Just as Y/N snapped a man’s neck, a sudden rush of realization hit her; her ears starting ringing. She turned to see the Winter Soldier holding a gun to another man’s forehead.

dark as midnight, six-pack Corrs light you don’t look the same 

“Bucky wait!” At the sound of his name the Soldier froze and looked Y/N in the eye. “Don’t do it. That’s not you.”

His steel blue eyes were looked onto hers as he pulled the trigger, the man’s blood spraying across the wall behind him and leaving a few marks on the Soldier’s uniform. He turned and walked away but Y/N stopped him with a strong grip to his arm and spun him to face her.

“Bucky, listen to me this isn’t you. We can leave this behind; stop this it’s not right.” As she pressed a hand to his cheek his face softened and became Bucky once more. The recent memory wipe and trigger words failed and had little effect this mission. He nodded and they ran for the entrance from which they came. 

past my bedtime, blue and red lights come take you away

From the shadows of night, bright lights caught the attention of Y/N from a nearby window. Blue and red flashed across their faces as they stared into the street, either someone inside the building had contacted the police or someone outside had suspected a break-in. Either way it wouldn’t end well for the two. Especially when they got back to Hyrda. As if one cue, thousand’s of volts of electricity were sent through Y/N and Bucky’s bodies, rendering them unconscious, before they where taken back to Hydra’s facility.

Y/N regained consciousness on the damp floor of her cell, to see her’s and Bucky’s handlers staring down at her through her cell bars. Bucky was also standing there; or rather the Winter Soldier. He didn’t move nor seem to breath, he stared down at Y/N with a lust to kill.

Y/N was dragged through the facility to the main entrance; she had never been in this part of the facility in her normal state of mind, so whatever awaited for her outside was a mystery. Her handler went to the door and stood ready to open it.

Bucky’s handler spoke from behind her, “Maybe you should think about the consequences of your actions before you carry them out. We trained you to perfection yet you want to risk the life of your lover to betray us?” He nodded to Y/N’s handler who then opened the door and then shoved her outside to her knees.

She let in a sudden gasp of air when she was met with the freezing temperatures of the wild as snow and wind hit her visible skin. The facility was in a large, snow-covered clearing that was outlined with countless evergreen trees. It was beautiful to look at but a burden to experience.

“You deserve better Y/N. But you’re just too human.” She heard the facility doors screech shut behind her, leaving her alone and vulnerable in the cold. Although, the crunching of snow beneath heavy boots behind her drew closer, revealing she had company.

Y/N stood and turned to meet Bucky; fully clothed and weaponized and in perfect condition for the weather, in contrast to her unarmed form in a tank top and combat trousers. His hand rested on the slot that held his most used and trusted knife.

hate to see you like a monster,  so I run and hide hate to ask, but what’s its like to leave me behind?

Even though she had the ability to, Y/N didn’t need to read Bucky’s mind to know what would play out next. He wasn’t Bucky now, he was the Winter Soldier, and he was told his mission. A wolf; given and told to hunt his prey. Before he could act, she ran.

She ran for the cover of the trees, which was no more than 50 meters away, close behind her she could hear snow crunching under Bucky’s rapid footsteps. As the two ran and meandered between the trees, they were soon lost; although neither of them cared, for they both had a goal they needed to reach: kill, and survive.

Y/N had managed to lose Bucky in a part of the forest and hid amongst a cluster of trees; she was exhausted and would soon freeze to death if she didn’t find a way to civilization. She was soon unable to move from the long exposure to the cold and sat there shivering, waiting. Which seemed to be the Winter Soldier’s tactic.

Bucky stepped out from behind the trees in the distance and slowly advanced towards Y/N’s shriveled form, his knife ready to take it’s victim. When he reached her he did nothing but stand above her. Y/N had discovered her own knife hidden in her boot a while ago and was ready to defend herself when she found it. But since then she had grown too drained and the adrenaline had stopped flowing. What is he waiting for? 

I won’t be, no I won’t be like you

“Just do it.” Y/N breathed out. “I’m not going to fight you. If its what you have to do then do it.” 

For a second, Bucky’s muscles tensed and his face scrunched up in indecision.

fighting back, I’m fighting back the truth

At the sight of this Y/N had a glimpse of hope. “I know you know who I am. You are not this type of man. They do not control you!” But Y/N new Hydra wouldn’t make the same mistake, Bucky’s memory wipe and trigger words would’ve been used to their full extent. But to her dismay, Bucky dropped his knife and knelt down in front of her.

eyes like yours can’t look away

Bucky supported himself with one hand on the ground next to Y/N, while the other came to rest on the back of her neck. His breathing was calm and slow, and his body heat alone began to warm her freezing body. Those captivating, steel blue eyes stared into her soul as she was brought out of her agonizing pain and into a still movement of bliss.

but you can’t stop DNA, no you can’t stop DNA

For the first time in a minute he broke eye contact with her to close his eyes and rest his forehead against hers. There was a moment where everything in Y/N’s mind moved in slow motion as she shared this well awaited moment. After getting to know each other from between cells bars for so long, she always wondered what it would be like to be held by him. For once she wasn’t in pain. 

But without her noticing, Bucky had slipped Y/N’s knife out of her hand and now held it tightly in his grip.

He muttered the words, “Goodnight, Soldier.” before plunging the knife into Y/N’s chest. She didn’t scream, for she had no energy, she couldn’t struggle, for she was frozen in her place. As she lay there gasping for life, her thick warm blood ran from her wound and pooled onto the pristine white snow next to her. 

As the Winter Soldier’s body slowly took him away, Y/N spoke a few words for him before he left, “Don’t remember this, try not to show your emotions...no matter what.”

Her last relieving breath sent a white cloud of warm breath rising upwards into the air.

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