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Summary: He's watching you. For several nights. He finally tells you why. [WC 647] [AO3]
Pairing: Ex-Hydra Agent Reader x TWS!Bucky
Warnings: being stalked, angst,stalker bucky
Prompt: 20. “Always feeling like someone is watching through the window…” Bucky Barnes ✌️ definitely has horror movie potential 👻 @goblin-king-of-anarchy67
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You notice it the third night in a row. That feeling. The slow crawl up your spine. You’re brushing your teeth when you feel it — that prickle at the back of your neck, like static electricity. Like someone’s eyes pressing into your skin. You freeze.
The bathroom window is small. Frosted. But there’s a sliver at the edge where the curtain doesn’t quite cover.
And you swear -with all of your being- something moved.
You tell yourself it’s nothing. You live in the city. Fire escapes creak. Shadows shift. Your mind fills in gaps.
Still.
You start double-checking the locks.
By the fifth night, you stop standing near windows entirely. You keep the curtains drawn. You avoid the living room after sunset.
But the feeling doesn’t stop.
It’s worse when you’re alone in bed. The blinds barely parted, letting in thin silver streetlight from outside of your house. You roll onto your side, facing the wall, because if you don’t look at the window, maybe it can’t look at you.
You almost convince yourself you’re imagining it. Until there’s the faintest sound. Metal against brick. A shift of weight on the fire escape. Your breath catches. Silence. Then gone.
He isn’t there to scare you. Not really. He’s there because HYDRA gave him your face. A target file. Surveillance photos. Routine patterns.
He learned the times you leave for work. The exact minute you turn off your bedside lamp. The way you hum absentmindedly when you’re cooking.
The Winter Soldier does not feel.
But something in him hesitates when he watches you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. When you laugh at a show alone on your couch. When you pause at the window, looking out — almost like you feel him there.
He stays in the shadows of the fire escape, metal fingers silent against rusted railing. He tells himself it’s reconnaissance. He tells himself it’s timing. He tells himself it’s preparation. But he’s been “preparing” for five nights.
On the seventh night, you don’t close the curtain. You’re tired. Tired of feeling hunted in your own home. You stand in front of the window deliberately. Your hands are shaking, but you push the curtain fully aside.
“Whoever you are,” you whisper, voice barely steady, “just stop.”
Silence.
The city hums below. And for a second — just a second — you see him. A shape across the alley. On the opposite rooftop. Half-hidden in darkness.
Broad shoulders. Long hair. A glint of something silver where a hand should be.
Your stomach drops. Your eyes lock. And something strange happens. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t aim. Doesn’t advance. He just… stares. Not like a predator about to strike. More like someone trying to remember something.
The next night you wake up absolutely freezing, the window is open when you sit up. Just slightly. Cold air drifting in. You know you locked it.
You know you did. Your heart pounds as you sit up.
He’s inside. Not close. Standing in the far corner of your bedroom like a shadow pulled into human shape. You can barely make him out except for the arm — matte metal catching moonlight. Your breath shatters in your lungs. He doesn’t lunge. Doesn’t speak. He just watches you.
And when he finally moves, it isn’t toward you. He steps closer to the window. Guards it. Like something out there is more dangerous than he is.
His voice, when it comes, is low. Rough. Rusted from disuse. “…They’re coming.”
Not threatening. Warning. You realize with a cold, dizzying clarity — You were never afraid of the wrong thing. He wasn’t watching to stalk. He was watching to make sure no one else got to you first. He knew exactly who you were -- an ex-hydra agent, trying to live a normal life. He wasn’t there to kill you. He was there to make sure you stayed safe.
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sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.
you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.
ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.
ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.
there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being rude, instead of asking why the world doesn’t revolve around your personal comfort, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.
it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.
also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.
if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.
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