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Warnings: angst, hurt no comfort (or at least no comfort for most of it), depictions of violence, descriptions of torture, blood, brainwashing, cannon typical violence, kidnapping, screaming, crying, this is not a fun time for y/n.
Summary: Bucky barnes finally has his life together. He's an avenger, he's training new recruits, and he met the love of his life. Hydra however was not giving up their best asset without a fight, and if they can't get their old winter soldier back, they'll just have to make a new one.
For a reminder this is the angsty one. If you want the pallet cleanser I also release Ms Americana at the same time! The stories are unrelated but writing them at the same time prevents me from burning out on either genre. Enjoy!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
“Hello pet!”
The woman looked up from her drawings. Her walls slowly being covered with little doodle of flowers, trees, vines, etc. Nobody had come to get her for training in a few days. In fact they had done nothing but bring her meals. She knew something bad had to be coming soon. Today must be the day.
“Time for a little attitude readjustment.” Morgan opens the door and gestures to the hallway. “Shall we.”
She stands up. She knows that resisting will just lead to more pain. She isn’t stupid enough to believe that Morgan would suddenly show up for no reason. Or that he wouldn’t have armed guards waiting around every corner should she try something. She had already learned that lesson the hard way.
The group of armed men walked surrounding her, leading her to a room she hadn’t seen before. It was similar to the medical room. Sterile and cold, but instead of a metal bed there was a large chair in the center of the room, with a strange contraption hovering over the top of it. She remembered Bucky's stories of mind control. The machine that took his memories and scrambled his brain until he didn’t remember who he was. He said the first time they broke him it took days. Her eyes go wide as she shakes her head and tries to back away but she’s wrangled into the chair kicking and screaming and pushed back as metal loops around her wrists and ankles. Morgan once more turned her face to look into the camera above the door. The steady blinking light.
“That asshole!” Nat was fed up with all of this. It had been weeks, hell months and they were no closer to finding you. “She can’t even speak with the mouth guard in!”
Bucky and the rest of the team had made FRIDAY tell them if anything changed in the video. Anytime you moved from one location to the next, anyone who came to speak with you, etc. So as soon as he heard you were on the move again he ran back to the main conference room. But the second he saw you in that terrible machine he collapsed to his knees. Eyes wide in horror.
“No.” he shakes his head. Hand over his mouth, blinking rapidly like if he opened his eyes enough times he would wake up from this terrible nightmare.
“Hey! Barnes, what’s wrong? Besides the obvious. What is that thing?”
Before he can answer it starts to move. The two metal plates locking onto her head. Then the screaming starts. Blood curdling screaming. It is so much worse than the serum. Tony can’t take it and cuts the sound before turning to Bucky.
“What are they doing to her, Barnes?!”
“They are trying to wipe her memories. Makes it easier for the trigger words to set in and makes her less likely to break the control. It’s also the most painful procedure known to man.” Tony chuckles a bit at that. “What’s so funny?!”
“They can’t wipe her memory”
“Yes they can”
“I assure you they cannot!”
“They got mine! And every time I got any of it back they wiped it again! Tony you don’t know what they are capable of.”
“You were a half dead child of war they picked up on a mountain. Her memory is the result of genetic modification. They cannot take it from her. Theoretically the serum in her system should only make it stronger!”
Everyone turns to look at Tony at that statement. But it’s Steve who breaks the silence.
“What?”
“I’ve said too much.”
“No you haven’t said enough. What do you mean genetic modification?!”
Tony takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, I can’t say much. She doesn’t even know, but long story short, her mother was part of a testing program. After she was born, she and her mom disappeared, but a few months later, she was left in a basket on Fury’s doorstep with a note and her father’s dog tags. Her mother was never seen again, but she was raised by some allies as normally as possible nearby. When she started showing signs that the tests had worked, they pulled her into a ‘school program for gifted children’ and the rest is history.”
Bucky was furious. He was seeing red. “So she had special abilities this whole time! Abilities that as I pointed out time and time again made her better suited for a lab than field work and you STILL put her out there!”
Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Whether to comfort Bucky or protect Tony no one was quite sure. Possibly both. “Why did you put her in field training?”
“Because having an agent in the field with an eidetic memory would make gathering intel easier than ever before. One look at the data and she could regurgitate everything she saw when she got back. But to get her back she has to know how to fight.”
“You were protecting the experiment. What is the final goal of that program?”
“I can’t tell you that Cap. But think about it. Why stop at whatever we could make a normal human into. We gave her the best memory we could, and…”
Bucky’s eyes go wide. “And the serum can only intensify what’s already there.” Tony looks away. Bucky rushes forward. Steve and Natasha are barely able to drag him back. “YOU’RE A DEAD MAN STARK!”
“SHE WAS ALWAYS A CANDIDATE BARNES!” He took a deep breath, “but she was never supposed to be a target. We kept her hidden and safe her entire life. Trained her as best as we could! She was supposed to fly under the radar of everyone, we didn’t even tell her!”
“So this is my fault?! I loved her. I put a target on her back, and now she’s not your asset anymore?”
“I never called her that.”
“You didn’t have to. Tony the only reason you're still breathing is because I believe you are the best shot we have of getting her ba-”
“Guys look!” Bruce points to the silent screen. Morgan sat in a chair next to her. She was still strapped to the device but she was sitting up and the metal contraption had released her head. “Turn the sound back on”
Tony slides something up on the screen and the sound comes back. They can hear her heavy breathing; still recovering from the assault of the machine. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were still wet. Morgan takes the mouthguard away from her.
“Hello Pet. What’s your name?”
For a second Bucky hopes that Tony is wrong. That her memory is easily fried by this thing so she only has to suffer once. But she spits out her name with venom in her tone. She’s angry, and she’s hurt, but she still remembers.
“Wrong answer.” Morgan shoves the mouthguard back in and the chair leans back. “Run it again”
Those screams will haunt Bucky for the rest of his life. And he hopes they haunt Tony too.
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It’s been hours. They’ve run her through that machine at least 50 times. Each time asking her a question about her identity. Name, Birthday, hometown. Each time she answers it correctly. Her rage filled voice quieting to a pitiful whimpering tone with each new run of the machine. If they don’t stop soon it’ll kill her. Or worse…it’ll work. The team turns back again as the screaming stops and the mechanical whirring of the machine releasing her sounds through the tower again.
“Hi pet. What is your name?”
She looks up at Morgan with confidence in her answer, but rage in her eyes.
“It’s…”
Her eyebrows pinch together and her eyes shift to look at the corner of the room.
“It’s…”
Her breathing is getting heavier and quicker. She looks down, shaking her head with her eyes closed as she thinks about the simple question.
“My name is…”
After a few more moments of contemplation and heavy breathing, Morgan reaches out to grab her chin, forcing her to look directly up at him. Tears are streaming down her face. Her eyes are wide, and she looks like she's almost hyperventilating.
“What is it?”
“I…I don’t know.”
Morgan smiles. Not the normal half smirk with a snide comment behind it, but a true smile. His gaze mellows, and his tone shifts from the harsh bite of the last few weeks to something altogether softer, the way one might lower their voice when speaking to a lost child.
“Very good.”
Morgan gets up to look directly into the camera, and even though he knows he can't, Bucky feels like he’s looking directly at him. Directly into his heart and soul, as he searches the words to break him again from miles away.
“Well, well, well. That only took a few hours, Soldat. That’s fantastic for me, but I guess she wasn’t as strong as you thought she was…”
But Bucky isn’t listening to a word he says. The team could almost hear his heart breaking as they watched their friend on the screen. The guards have guns down by their sides, even as the contraption she was strapped to releases her. The protocol is different from when he was the asset. They aren’t mean, they aren’t shoving her or pulling at her arms, they aren’t even reaching for their weapons. They simply help her off the chair, and motion for her to follow them out of the room. And despite months of training both before and after the serum, despite them leaving every possible opening for her to fight back, to go down swinging, to at least run, she doesn’t. She looks at the guards the way someone does when they’re asking directions, as if she was lost and these people had come to help her. Nodding at requests, and following the men out of the room.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slow burn) Steve x reader (kinda)
Tropes: Fake dating, forbidden lovers, strangers to lovers, slow burn no use of y/n (i think)
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, cursing, tony is an asshole
Summary: In a last ditch attempt to fix Steve's image after saving Bucky, tony proposes a solution: a PR relationship. Ms Americana, a reigning pageant queen in hr last year in the circuit agrees to date Steve for the cameras, in return for helping her foundation raise money. Everyone wins! But what happens when she really starts to fall for the wrong soldier?
Welcome to part three! For those unfamiliar, this is meant to be a palate cleanser to the angstier fic I am writing simultaneously called Don't Make Me. It is unrelated to this fic just another work I'm releasing at the same time. Enjoy!
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3
“You look beautiful”
“You clean up pretty nice yourself captain”
You and Steve stand in the front foyer looking at the doors of the opulent mansion. The music is playing, the buffet is set and the waiters are ready with glasses of champagne on shiny gold trays. Steve stands beside you in a suit and tie, his hair slicked back for the occasion.
“Doors open in five minutes. You know your mission?” You laugh through the words.
“Stay close by but not hanging off your arm. Look interesting but not official. Talk to some rich people to get some more donations, and redirect the conversation if asked directly about the sightings of us.”
“Perfect. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Steve nods at you before he walks off to a backroom where Tony, Sam and Bucky are waiting. All dressed up. He nods at Sam, “You’re up.” Sam walks past him to go open the doors to the gala. The two of you had opened most galas together, so the sight of you at another wouldn’t raise any questions. Tony and he go over the plan one more time before Tony turns to face Bucky.
“You stay at the edges of the ballroom and bring as little attention to yourself as possible. Stick with Sam once he breaks off from her.”
“Yeah Tony I get it. Don’t ruin your plan. I didn’t even want to come to this thing.”
“Then why did you?”
Bucky looks at Tony as if the answer is obvious. As if asking it were offensive. But he hesitates.
“To support Steve."
Tony laughs at that. “You could have done that better back home. Is this about Steve or about the woman in the red dress out there that asked you to be here despite my best efforts.”
Bucky pauses. If he’s being honest Tony is right. He knows the best thing for Steve to succeed in this is for him to stay as far from him as possible. He probably should have stayed home, but you seemed so adamant about him coming. He didn’t want to disappoint you, and if you were pretty on the day to day in the tower he was a little more keen than he’d like to admit to see what you looked like at a formal event. All of that was technically a true answer but the one he gave Tony was far simpler.
After greeting the guests at the door, a few minutes of speaking with some possible new donors, and a few rounds of champagne provided to the guests, the party was in full swing. You stand by a tall table at the edge of the dancefloor in the ballroom alone for a few moments when you see Steve take two glasses of champagne off a tray and approach you. He smiles at you and you smile back as he hands you the drink.
“You look like you might need this.”
You laugh. “Wow captain, you really are my hero.”
“I try.”
You can see people starting to look at the two of you. They glance quickly before turning so as to appear to be unbothered, but after a few minutes of your conversation you can hear some starting to whisper to each other. You smile up at him politely as he speaks, but your mind starts to wander. Your feet are killing you in these heels. You only have a couple hours left before you can get out of them. Your dress feels like it was laced too tightly but it’s too late to fix it now. You wonder if Steve could help you fix your tag on the back of your dress that was itching uncomfortably at the back of your neck. What was Sam doing right about now since he wasn’t with you like normal. Maybe they had him stick with Bucky. Where is Bucky?
“Care to dance?” Your thoughts are interrupted by the super soldier you’re supposed to be thinking about.
“What?”
Steve takes you in again and his eyebrows draw together for just a moment before he leans in closer. His voice is just above a whisper, but you can hear the smirk in them. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”
“To be so honest, no. I’m so tired but I have another two hours before people even start to leave.” You see someone approaching the two of you out of the corner of our eye. “And we have another conversation approaching at 3 o’clock”
Steve stands straight again and clocks the man as well. “I got this one, go take a break.”
“Steve I can’t ju-”
“You said there were rooms upstairs right? Go find one, sit down. Come back in a few minutes and in the meantime I will talk some money out of this guy. Just promise me a dance when you come back?”
“Steve, you are a national treasure. Thank you.”
You nod politely to each other as you walk away pretending not to have seen the man walking towards you as Steve turns to face him. You slink to the very edge of the ballroom, staying behind buffet tables and walking with waiters until you’ve left. You climb the grand staircase in the front foyer and duck into the first room you find. A sense of peace falls over you as you lean against the closed door of the room, eyes closed facing the ceiling, champagne still in hand, and take a few deep breaths. Finally alone and in silence for a moment.
“That bad of a night huh?”
You gasp. Hand flying to your chest as you try to jump backwards only to find the door still at your back. Your terror is short lived as you realize it’s bucky in front of you. You sigh in relief.
“Bucky you scared the living daylights out of me!”
“Yeah I have that effect of people.” He holds up his metal arm and looks at his wrist as if checking a watch that isn’t there. “Can’t imagine why.”
“I didn’t think anyone else was in here. But if you are, it must mean you’ve about had enough of the party too?”
“You could say that.”
You push off the door and walk to a bench against the wall before slipping your shoes off and sitting down. The breath you take at the feeling could reach the bottom of the mariana’s trench. You close your eyes for a moment and lean your head back against the wall behind you. Breathing out you take in the silence for a few moments before peeking one eye open. Bucky stood in the middle of the room still. You take a moment to really look at him. He’s in a navy blue suit so dark it almost looked black, but the blue really brought out the color in his eyes. Eyes that were currently looking right at you. You make eye contact for a moment before patting the bench next to you. He hesitates for a moment but gives in and moves to sit next to you. You close your eyes and lean back again, glad for the peaceful and comfortable silence.
“You clean up nice Bucky.”
“Thank you. You look gorgeous in that dress.”
“Thanks.” You laugh and look over at him. “It’s actually laced so tight and the tag in the back is itching at the back of my neck, it’s so annoying.”
“I can fix that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just turn around.”
You turn away from him and pull your hair to the side. You feel the cool metal of his left hand lightly graze your skin as he pulls back the top of the dress. A contrasting warmth ghosts over the back of your neck. He grabs the offending tag and tears it from the dress.
“Better?”
“Much. Thank you.”
You turn to face him again, and it’s only now that you realize just how close you are to each other. You look up into his eyes. So deep and blue you think you might drown in them if he’d let you. For a second your gaze drops to his lips but before you can consider doing anything stupid he stands up.
“I should probably get back out there. Sam will wonder where I am.” He says as he crosses back to the middle of the room.
You start to put your shoes back on. “Me too. Steve is probably done talking to that guy we saw before I left and I promised him a dance.”
“Yeah,” Bucky considers asking for one too before remembering why either of you are here in the first place. “You know… Steve is a good man.”
“I know,” you stand up, almost as tall as him in the heels but you feel infinitely smaller next to him, “so are you James.”
You start to walk towards the door, but as you do your heel catches on the old rug lining the center of the room. You feel yourself start to fall but before you hit the ground, bucky catches you. You look up at him, your hands on his chest, his arm around your waist. You barley break apart before you see the flashes off the terrace. You look out the window to see a man with a camera and a zoom lens in the driveway looking directly at you. Once he realizes he’s been caught he quickly ducks into his car and drives away. You quickly pull the curtains closed over the window to the balcony. Bucky looks terrified.
“Shit!”
“Bucky it’s fine.”
“No it isn’t! You are supposed to be fixing Steve's image and they-”
“That’s probably just a tabloid and based on how far he was, even with the zoom lens at that angle he probably has nothing usable. I am telling you, Bucky, it will be fine.”
He seems a little unsure but eventually relents. You both rejoin the party. Him to Sam’s side in the ballroom. You to Steve’s on the dance floor.
Hey it might take me a few months to update my Works in Progress (for those of you waiting on Ms Americana or Don’t make me it’s coming I promise) but at least AI didn’t do it
This was just something that came to mind really quick. I am trying to kill my writers block. Anyway @futuremrsstan it took like 72 hours and it's not much but this is just a cute little scene of Bucky being taken care of cause I too live for this! Also this is not proof read so if it's wrong my bad.
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“You know I could have sworn I married a congressman.”
You laugh through the phrase in an attempt to lighten the mood in your apartment. Bucky had gotten hurt. Again. And while he always insisted he was fine, and he was probably right, the serum would heal him faster than you would, the two of you had a deal when you got married. You would always go to each other if you got hurt.
“Techincally, you married a fugitive. We got lucky with the rest of it.”
When Bucky suggested the deal be part of your wedding vows he was really trying to protect you, but stubborn as you are you held him to his end of the bargain too. So now here you were, sitting at the kitchen table with the first aid kit in hand, straddling his lap while you cleaned a cut above his eyebrow.
Was this position strictly necessary to help him? No. But did giving him you to hold keep him still and compliant? Yes.
You finish placing the last bandaid over a shallow cut. It’s almost healed as is but you felt better knowing it was properly disinfected and covered.
“All done.”
You try to stand up but he holds you still. You try again in vain before he speaks up.
“You forgot something.”
You smile and pretend to think about it. Your eyebrows scrunch together in deep thought.
“Hmmmm. Let's see…alcohol? Check. Bandaids? Check. Stitches? Check. No I’m pretty sure I did everything.”
“Nope.” You try once again to get up only to be pulled back down to face Bucky. He’s pouting with soft eyes and hard brows.
“What did I forget then darling?”
“My kiss.”
“Oh of course! How could I forget?! That’s the most important part!” You giggle as you lean down. You gently kiss each cut and bruise you can reach around his face, neck, shoulders, before you finally lay your lips to his own. He sighs into it. His muscles relax, and while you know you could probably get up now, you stay a bit longer. After all, anyone could tell you that kisses make everything better.
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I need some wounded Bucky/reader takes care of him angsty goodness in my life right now. There’s a fic I read a long time ago and of course I can’t find it because it’s me. They’re on a mission together, he gets hurt, she barely gets him to the safe house. He’s out cold for a while, she panics, he wakes up and goes to take a shower. I’m pretty sure she joined him and things kinda get steamy but he’s hurt so can’t do much. They end up in bed, they confess feelings and all that good stuff. I feel like I might be combining more than one story here because I live for Bucky being taken care of and I’ve read a lot. Anyone? xo
Warnings: angst, hurt no comfort (or at least no comfort for most of it), depictions of violence, descriptions of torture, blood, brainwashing, cannon typical violence, kidnapping, screaming, crying, this is not a fun time for y/n.
Summary: Bucky barnes finally has his life together. He's an avenger, he's training new recruits, and he met the love of his life. Hydra however was not giving up their best asset without a fight, and if they can't get their old winter soldier back, they'll just have to make a new one.
Okay Part three is here. For a reminder this is the angsty one. If you want the pallet cleanser I also release Ms Americana at the same time! The stories are unrelated but writing them at the same time prevents mef rom burning out o either genre. Enjoy!
Part 1 Part 2
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As she blinks her eyes open, she is greeted with the familiar sight of four grey stone walls. She hates that she already feels safer in this cell, but if she was in here she wouldn't be strapped to any more medical tables. Whoever dropped her in here at least felt enough remorse to leave her head propped on the scrunched blanket in the corner. She looks up at the camera in the corner of the room, the familiar red light blinking in pattern letting her know she was being watched & recorded.
1…2…3…Blink
She could only imagine the highlight reel of her torture they planned to make when this was all over. She hoped her friends would find her. Hoped that recording could be destroyed. Hoped it never saw the light of day to save at least Bucky the mental anguish. She knew he would never forgive himself, even though none of this was his fault. And for his sake, if no other hopes came true, she hoped she died soon enough to shorten the tape.
She jumped slightly at the sound of a metal door opening down the hallway. Her head craned up to see a shadow against the harsh lighting of the hall.
“You’re awake. Fantastic!” Morgan. Of course the sick bastard was back to taunt her again.
“What do you want?” She tries to put venom in her voice but she is too tired to sound much more than afraid.
“At the moment, nothing. I’m just here to make sure you eat.”
He opens a small hatch in the door to the cell and slides a tray of food in. It’s better looking than she was expecting, it appears to be some kind of stew and bread. In that moment she realizes she hasn’t eaten in who knows how long. She doesn’t even know how long she’s been in here but this is the first time she’s been given food since the hospital. She refuses to move any closer to the door. The small corner she’s in feeling mildly more secure than getting close enough for him to grab her through the bars. Instead she simply stares at him in silence until he gives in.
“Eat or don't, it won’t change what comes next.” He crouches down to her level to look her in the eyes, but he stays behind the bars. “But word of advice, if you want to survive this, you’ll take any scrap of subsistence we give you.”
He walks away, but it isn’t until she hears the door close down the hall that she scrambles to the tray. Pulling it back to her corner she realizes how ravenous she is. After quickly eating the food she pushes the tray back across the room to the front of her before leaning her head back against the scrunched blanket. A few minutes later she feels a dull pain in the back of her head as something presses into her skull. As she readjusts the blanket she feels it again. Reaching into the pile, she grabs the offending object and pulls out a large white rock. She feels the dust it leaves on her hand and realizes it’s some kind of chalk. For the first time the ghost of a smile reaches her face for a short second as she makes a small tally on the grey wall. At least she’s got something to do.
Tony was going to kill someone if they didn’t make progress soon. He was working around the clock on this. At some point he had decided to switch tactics. While his team of techies were trying to track any piece of the signal, and checking off all of the locations they knew she wasn’t in, he was trying to get into the cameras themselves. Hoping maybe he could get them to move around and show him more of the terrain. That might make it easier to narrow down a location.
Bucky hadn’t stopped watching the feed every minute he could, just hoping he would recognize something in the background of any video. Unfortunately, it looked like they had taken her to a facility that he had never been to. She had survived the serum though. That was something at least. The good news is the serum had taken effect. Her injuries were healing at lightning speed, and she was definitely stronger than before. The bad news is the serum can only enhance what is already there and she wasn’t very good at fighting to start with. No serum can replace training, and Hydra had figured out she was going to need a lot of it. Bucky was watching as she trained in another stone room. She had to be underground somewhere. He flinched as she hit the floor. The cracking sounds of her skull hitting pavement instead of mat. Just as she was starting to get up though the live feed switched back to her empty cell.
“TONY! Get in here something changed!”
“Terminator I am busy, and I can see the feed where I am. Get in Here I think I found something!” Immediately the team was in the main room. Tony was surrounded by his usual holograms as he fidgeted with something. “I haven’t been able to track the camera’s feed but I’m onto something at the moment. I might be able to get us a better shot of the area.”
Natasha speaks up first “that great and all tony but how long do you think you can change the feed before someone notices we aren’t watching her?”
“This is just a test, if it works I only have this one camera, but I can switch to it if needed. Now if I just hit this button…viola!” The team watches as the feed stays exactly the same in the empty room. Tony’s eyebrows pinch together as he presses the button again “viola!” He hits the button several times. Nothing changes. “Why isn’t it working?”
“Tony you are doing something. Look” Nat points as a small spot on the wall. Tony pressed the button and it lit up red. The light makes some of the small doodles she had drawn in white chalk a bit more obvious. Pushed it again, and it turned off.
“Great I spent all that time and energy and I still can’t move the camera but I can blink the light! Whoop De Doo!” Tony pushes another button. The holograms fade and the feed goes back to the training room where the poor girl looks like she’s taken another beating. Tony turns to the team and sighs before putting his face in his hands. “I’m sorry guys. I’ll keep trying.”
“Wait.” Everyone turns to look at Steve. He’s got the same look in his eye that he gets when he’s behind enemy lines and needs to change the plan. Like he’s strategizing. “Hey Buck, didn’t we teach all the new agents morse code? We cut that part of their training, for the most recent ones, but I'm pretty sure she was one of the last incoming classes to learn it.”
“You’re right. I remember teaching her that. She picked it up so fast.”
Tony cuts in. “Of course she picked up morse code quickly, her memory is incredible and that’s just memorizing a new alphabet.”
Steve looks at the feed again in awe.
“Which means we can get her a message.”
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She was exhausted. Her head still hurt after hitting the floor, but her skull had already healed and the bleeding stopped a long time ago. She waits in her corner continuing her doodles. The small flowers grow in a mandala-like way slowly overtaking the corner of the cell. Like clockwork, a man comes to her cell slides in the tray of food and walks away. Morgan stopped doing it after he was told she was eventually eating and now it was a random guard each day. Some are meaner than others. Today it was a shorter man. He stood at the door a bit longer than usual.
“That’s a pretty mural you started.” She doesn’t speak to the guard just looks at him. A silent hesitancy, as she didn’t trust when they approached her. “I’m glad they let you keep the chalk. You use it much better than the last guy” Realizing she wasn’t going to give him more than a silent nod, he finally walked away.
As she sat in her corner eating, she stared up at the camera again. The steady blinking one of the only neutral constants in this hell.
1…2…3…Blink…1…2..3..blink 1…2..blink.
Her eyes narrow at the camera.
1…Blink…1…Blink…Blink, blink blink
Something was wrong, she just wasn’t sure what it was. She looks away from the camera in hopes that if the guards are messing with her they’ll stop. But as she sees her white chalk roses turn to red and back something seems familiar. The light was lasting longer than normal.
Blink, Blink, Blink,...Blink…Blink…Light for a second long and then, Blink.
She whispers to herself “Wait a minute I know that”
Blink,blink, blink,
“Short, short, short. S. Short E…Short E…Long, Short N. Short, short, short S. Short. E, E, N. S, E,E, N.” Her eyes widen slightly as she tries to keep her realization hidden. She doesn’t know for sure this isn’t a malfunction. She taps her finger slightly against the wall. Not enough to make a sound but enough that someone watching her would see it if they knew to look for it. Holding her finger on the wall for longer notes, and hovering between letters. Tap, hold, hold…tap, tap, tap, tap…hold, hold, hold. Over and over again, waiting for the new pattern of light to shift.
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Back at the tower the team has almost lost hope. She isn’t even looking at the light. Her head is leaned into the corner. They can’t even see her eyes as she stares at the wall.
“It isn’t working. She doesn’t know we are trying to reach her so she doesn’t know to look for the pattern”
Steve has had enough of the negativity. “It’ll work, Tony, just keep repeating it.” After a couple of minutes of this, though it feels like hours. Tony is about to give up. “There!”
“Where Steve she’s not even looking at the camera.”
“She doesn’t have to as long as she can see the light on the wall. Look at her hand. The one under her head. Her pointer it tapping in a pattern can you zoom in?”
Tony zooms into the image. Tap, hold, hold…tap, tap, tap, tap…..”Who she’s asking who.”
Everyone straightens up. Eyes locked in on her as tony changes the light pattern.
She stops tapping her finger as the light changes.
“T”
3 more long lights
“O”
Another long light followed by a short blink.
“N. Long, short, long, long. Y.”
Her head snaps up but she still doesn’t look directly at the camera. Afraid her expression would give away her aid to anyone in her current prison still watching her. “Tony.”
If Tony could see her, it meant the rest of the team could too. It meant they knew she was alive. Most importantly it meant they were looking for her.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slow burn) Steve x reader (kinda)
Tropes: Fake dating, forbidden lovers, strangers to lovers, slow burn no use of y/n (i think)
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, cursing, tony is an asshole
Summary: In a last ditch attempt to fix Steve's image after saving Bucky, tony proposes a solution: a PR relationship. Ms Americana, a reigning pageant queen in hr last year in the circuit agrees to date Steve for the cameras, in return for helping her foundation raise money. Everyone wins! But what happens when she really starts to fall for the wrong soldier?
Welcome to part three! For those unfamiliar, this is meant to be a palate cleanser to the angstier fic I am writing simultaneously called Don't Make Me. It is unrelated to this fic just another work I'm releasing at the same time. Enjoy!
Part 1 Part 2
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‘Steve Rogers and Miss Americana Seen Together in Central Park: A Quiet but Public Step Forward
Steve Rogers, once a controversial figure, was spotted sharing time with the reigning Miss Americana in Central Park yesterday, marking a subtle but unmistakable shift toward the public eye. Though the relationship isn’t officially confirmed, their open presence together is being seen by many as a sign of Rogers’ ongoing journey toward redemption. As the nation watches closely, this unexpected pairing is sparking conversations about second chances’
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Tony slams the paper on the table, all smiles and ‘i-told-you-so’ gestures. To his credit the plan was working. A few weeks into this ordeal and the headlines have started to shift in Steve's favor. “A couple months of headlines like this and Cap’s reputation will be back in shape in no time!”
“Glad to know I’m helping, but there is another matter Tony. My gala is next week.”
“I think he can do that. At this point his presence in public doing good with you on his arm could only help him.”
You turn to look at Steve who is sitting across the table from you. “What do you say Steve? You up for a night in a suit talking to socialites?”
“Yeah something tells me I can handle that. On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Bucky’s invited too”
Tony attempts to cut in, "ABSOLUTELY NO-”
“Yeah of course! That’s fine.” You shrug and sit back in your chair.
“No! Y/N. Honey. The entire point of this exercise is to get the public to stop associating these two together, we are not inviting mr stares a lot to ruin that!”
“First of all, don’t ‘honey’ me. Second, Tony the gala is to raise money for disabled veterans and you want me to tell the world war II vet with a prosthetic arm that he’s not invited?”
“That is correct.”
“Absolutley not. It’s my party and I say he’s going”
Bucky finally speaks up from the other end of the table. “Do I get a say in this?”
“No!” You and Tony both state. You sigh and turn to Bucky, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but you are invited, and that’s final.” You look back at Tony with a hard stare as if daring him to say something more on the matter. He sighs deeply.
“Fine. He can go, but he stays out of the press.”
Steve and Tony get up to leave again. Steve mouths “thank you” to you as he exits.
You gather your purse and jacket and notice Bucky grab his coffee to leave.
“Wait, can I borrow your coffee really quick? Steve already left with his.”
“Borrow?”
“I just need it for a picture and you can have it back I promise.” Bucky squints but approaches you, handing you the mug. He watches as you set it next to your own and angle the two of them a few times before taking a picture of the two. “That should work,” you say as you hand him his mug back. You try your best to ignore the jolt of electricity in your bones as you feel your hand brush his. Has he always been this tall? His hair frames his jawline perfectly. Goodness you could cut glass on that jawline…
“What’s the picture for?” You snap out of your trailing thoughts. And turn to finish gathering your things.
“uhh…Soft launch.”
“What?”
“It’s a social media thing. It’s like announcing that you are dating someone without announcing it. I put a cute picture of two coffee cups on my socials with a caption that doesn’t mention the fact that there are two, like ‘but first, coffee lol’ and people speculate about why there are two mugs. Was I with a friend? Am I dating someone? Why are there two mugs?”
You turn to face bucky again and your story begins to get theatrical. You wave your arms around and look back and forth to speculators who aren’t there.
“A little while later I might post in a hoodie that’s too big for me or have a shoulder in the background of a selfie, slowly but surely I post pictures that show more and more that I am seeing someone until the Hard launch when I just put a picture of Steve and I on my socials and say “the rumors were true I was dating him the whole time.”
Bucky stares at you like your one woman act was in french. “Why on earth would anyone read that far into a picture of two mugs?”
“Weren’t you a spy? People want to know everything about celebrities. They want to feel like super spies putting the pieces together so when I release the news they can say ‘I knew it!’ and feel like they did something worthwhile with their spare time.”
Bucky nods and hums quietly. The two of you head out of the meeting room and step into the elevator. Bucky knows you’re leaving so he opts to ride it down with you and then head up to his destination.
“Speaking of spare time, will I see you at the gala next week?”
“I don’t know. I don’t wanna cause unnecessary trouble for Steve.”
“Sam will be there. You can stay by him. Just make an appearance. Say hi and if you get uncomfortable the event is in this super old mansion so there's a ton of rooms upstairs you can hide in or sneak out of to go home.”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to fix my image.”
You shrug “I can multitask.” The elevator doors open in the lobby and you step out as he hits the button to go back up. You turn to see him just as the doors are about to close. “Just think about it.”
Summary: Your husband has has a long and frustrating day. What he needs is to feel in control, for someone to listen to him. You can do that.
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Explicit sex, unprotected sex (do not try this at home!), PnV, Oral (m receiving), Crying, rough sex but nothing crazy, light dom/sub dynamic, Dom Bucky, Overstimulation, Bucky is the king of aftercare you will not convince me otherwise.
Hey so this wasn't supposed to happen. I had an idea for a cute little fic. It was supposed to me 300 words max of domestic fluff with the insinuation of adult themes after. I sat down to write down the basic idea so I didn't forget it but then it just kept going and suddenly it was 2am, 1.7k words and rated R.
This is the first time I have ever written smut so be nice to me.
He looked tired the moment he came through the door. Not bad. Never bad. Just tired. He had long ago traded the heavy combat boots for the dress shoes he now left by the door every evening, but tonight, even barefoot, his steps sounded heavier. He had loosened his tie on the way to the living room where he found you. You were in your pajamas for the night. Satin sleep shorts and button up with your robe on loosely over it. You smile up at him as you get up from your chair.
“Welcome home darling.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he lets his hands fall to your waist. “Long day?”
“Understatement of the century.”
You lean up and press a soft kiss to his lip. When you break apart he leans his forehead to yours. You can feel him fighting to keep his breathing steady and slow.
“Dinner is in the crock pot. Let's get you something to eat and then we can talk about it. Okay?”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
“Your best. Now come eat.”
The two of you sit at the kitchen table. Dinner is quiet, in an almost comfortable way. He eats like he’s starving and something tells you that if you check your bank account you won’t find a transaction for lunch despite his insistence that he would stop for something to eat at work. He stays quiet while you eat and you don’t push him for more information in his current state. His tie was lost somewhere in the living room. His suit jacket was hung over the chair next to him, and he’s run his hand through his hair so many times in the last thirty minutes that it almost looked like he survived a wind storm. The two of you bring dishes to the sink. You wash and he dries.
“So…you wanna talk about it?”
He takes a deep breath.
“They are impossible to please. It doesn’t matter what I do, they just refuse to listen.”
“Mmmm, so I take it your bill didn’t get past committee like you were hoping it would?”
“I have shown them statistics, and experts, and everything I can. They all agree it’s a problem, but they hate my solution. They don’t have a better plan, they just don’t want me to win.”
“That’s tough baby,” you turn off the water and grab his hand as he puts the last plate down, “You ready to turn in for the night?”
He nods, and follows you down the hall to your bedroom. He keeps talking as you both start getting ready for bed. “I’m trying but it’s just so frustrating. I mean I ran for office because I wanted to make a difference.” The two of you stand in the middle of your bedroom. You shrug your robe off and drape it over the back of the chair by your vanity. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he opens the dresser to get something for bed. “I saw that things needed to change and I wanted to be a part of the solution for once. I just want…”
You turn to face him when he cuts off.
“Want what?”
“More control.” You nod and cross the room to him. Your hands start to finish off the last few buttons on his shirt. The movement so smooth and practiced that your eyes never leave his.
“And what do you need right now?”
“Control.”
You finish with the buttons, push the fabric off of him and you run your hands over his chest.
“And how can I help? What do you need from me right now?”
His hand comes up to touch your face; his thumb swiping over your cheek. Your eyes close and your face tilts down as you lean into the touch.
“Be good. Look at me.” His hand move down to pull your chin back up, and your eyes snap open. “I know you like to brat out sometimes, and I love bringing you back to your place.” He leans down to kiss you and when he pulls away his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. “But tonight I need my sweet…loyal…submissive wife. Can you do that for me?”
You look up at him with wide eyes. He can see them going softer as you make the decision. Your hands run up his chest, and over his shoulders until you’re wrapped around his neck again. The position is still instinct but not the same domestic practice of the living room.
“Yes Sir.”
“What’s your safe work?”
“Brooklyn.”
“Good girl. Now on your knees.”
He doesn’t push you. He doesn’t have to. He simply lets go of your chin and watches as you sink down to the floor. He gathers your hair in his hand as you make quick work of his belt, snap the button open on his pants and free him. He’s already half hard and you give him a few quick pumps with your hand before he nudges you forward. You take him in your mouth and let him set the pace. He’s slow at first, letting you adjust to him. You gag a little as he hits the back of your throat the first time.
“Relax baby. Just relax that throat for me. Hands behind your back.”
You comply, taking a breath through your nose before forcing yourself down until your nose brushes his pubic bone. You look up at him through your lashes to see his head back and his eyes closed. He groans as he takes over again, picking up the pace now as you fight to keep your throat open, every so often letting you come up for a deep breath. After a few minutes you feel him getting close. That’s when he pulls you off of him fully and looks down at you. He pulls at your hair just slightly tilting your head back to look up at him. Your breathing is heavy, tears streak your cheeks, and he can see the slightest damp spot between your legs through your sleep shorts.
“Beautiful.” He groans as he pulls you back up to standing and kisses you deeply. His tongue enters your mouth between your desperate attempts to gasp for air. “Good girl. Now strip, and go lie on the bed for me. Show me how pretty you can arch that back for me.”
He releases his hold on your hair and you scramble to follow instructions. You hear him finish discarding his clothes. The bed dips with his weight behind you and you feel him lining himself up as he teases your entrance.
“This wet for me. Did you get this wet just from sucking my cock?”
“Yes sir.” You whine.
He leans over you, grabs your hands and leads them up to grab the bars of the bed frame. He kisses your cheek, tasting salt, before you feel his breath on your ear. “Keep those there for me.”
“Yes Siiii-oooo”
He pushes into you in one swift motion, and you cry out at the feeling. You try turning your face into the pillow next to you but he tosses it off the bed.
“None of that baby. I wanna hear everything I do to you.”
You moan, deeply, loudly, unabashedly as his fucks you harder and deeper with every passibg second. He sets a pace that has you seeing stars, and runs his hand gently down your spine. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the end creeping up on you. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tsunami and you scream.
“James!”
He almost loses it when you use his real name. He fucks you through it, but you quickly realize he isn’t slowing down. As you come down from your high, the feeling quickly turns from one of pure pleasure to overstimulation. You try to pull yourself off him using the bars of the bed frame but his hands grab your hips and pull you back as he speeds up.
“Uh-uh. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Too much.” You whimper.
“You can handle it baby.”
He bends over to take your hands off the bars and puts them behind your back. His left hand holds them tight together while his right lifts you up until your back is almost flush with his chest. The new angle of his thrusts is punishing. You curse, and moan. His mouth finds your neck and burings himself in it. Leaving kisses and marks you know you’ll see in the mirror tomorrow, all along your already sore throat.
“Be a good girl for me, and take it.” He groans into your throat. His pace falters and you know he’s close.
“Please...Bucky I can’t.”
“Yes you can. You can do it baby. Give me one more.”
His right hand drops to your clit, rubbing tight circles, and you’re thrown over the edge once more. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and he returns it with your own as he follows you over the edge. You only start to hear him once you begin to come back down.
“Good girl. You did so good for me. You did so well.”
He releases your hands and guides you back down to your stomach as he pulls out. You feel him dripping out of you as he rubs soothing circles on your hips. Eventually he gets up, goes to the bathroom and comes back to clean you up. You turn onto your back and stare up at the ceiling to catch your breath when he leave the bedroom for a few moments. He returns with a gatorade and a box of girl scout cookies.
“Electrolytes first. Then dessert.”
You smile and sit up, finally back in your body. You take the gatorade and smile as you mock salute him. “Sir yes sir.” He laughs at you and joins you in bed. After sharing the drink and a few cookies he places the snacks on his night stand and the two of you nestle under the blanket. The lamp is turned out and for a while the two of you sit in silence as you enjoy the warmth of each other. You let yourself feel the sense of safety you only really feel when his arms are around you.
“You feel better?” You ask to the darkness. He chuckles as he answers.
“Much. Thank you.”
“Whatever did I do to deserve you?”
His arms wrap around you just a little tighter, and you feel his face in your hair as takes a deep breath.
I have created an Ao3 account and I will be cross posting over to that platform as well. I changed the name for this blog to match so I don't look like I am stealing my own fics. I made this blog as a throw away years ago and never properly set it up before I started posting on it.
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Oh no! There’s a terrible snow storm this weekend and I have to stay in my apartment for three whole days! And I only have three WIPs to keep me busy! Whatever will I do?!
Sure would be a shame if I started another project 👀
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slow burn) Steve x reader (kinda)
Tropes: Fake dating, forbidden lovers, strangers to lovers, slow burn no use of y/n (i think)
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, cursing, tony is an asshole
Summary: In a last ditch attempt to fix Steve's image after saving Bucky, tony proposes a solution: a PR relationship. Ms Americana, a reigning pageant queen in hr last year in the circuit agrees to date Steve for the cameras, in return for helping her foundation raise money. Everyone wins! But what happens when she really starts to fall for the wrong soldier?
Welcome to part two! Apologies it took so long! For those unfamiliar, this is meant to be a palate cleanser to the angstier fic I am writing simultaneously called Don't Make Me. It is unrelated to this fic just another work I'm releasing at the same time. Enjoy!
“Photos taken of the country’s very own Miss Americana and none other than Captain America himself, Steve Rogers. The pairing has ignited debate, with critics questioning the motives of the former fugitive associating so publicly with America’s sweetheart, especially given Rogers’ controversial history and ties to the pardoned Winter Soldier. As rumors swirl, the public is left wondering: is this a genuine connection, or a calculated effort to rehabilitate a tarnished image?”
The screen goes dark. Tony turns away from the newscast to the others. Steve is the first to speak.
“That’s good isn’t it? They are speculating on the relationship just like you said they would.”
Tony sighs deeply, dragging his hand down his face before carding it through his hair. “Yes but they are still associating you with HIM!” He points at Bucky at the far end of the table in the conference room. “The purpose of this is to replace him with her in the public eye so when people think about Captain America they don’t think ‘pardoned Winter Soldier’. They think Miss Americana.”
“Tony, this is just the start.” You speak with an air of calm authority. “The tide will shift, don't worry about it.”
It had only been a few weeks of operation PR as Tony called it. Steve had taken you to a restaurant that Tony had been to with Pepper a few times. The spot had been chosen for two reasons, the public facing dining room, with floor to ceiling windows that allowed passersby to catch a glimpse of the two of you together, and the private entrance and exit that allowed for Tony to pull the two of you from public view after the first few journalists had taken their photos.
“Yes sweetheart, I know that, but I want it to work faster. You have a charity gala in a month and if his reputation isn’t at least partially healed by that time then his presence may do more harm to your cause than good.”
“So if all else fails I take Sam to that gala like i’ve done a billion times” She waves hand in the air above her “people speculate about why Steve isn’t there, and he shows up at the next event.”
Tony sighs deeply again. “I need to see this from another angle. Cap you’re with me. We will be right back”
Steve follows Tony out of the room leaving you at the end of the table. After a few moments in the quiet room, you look down at your coffee as you stir it.
“Why do you do that?” Your head snaps up to look at Bucky at the other end of the table.
“Do what?”
“You stir your coffee”
“It has a spoon doesn’t it?”
“You didn’t put anything in it. Why stir black coffee?”
You hesitate for a moment. You didn’t realize he was that observant, though considering he was a spy it shouldn’t surprise you. “It gives me something to do with my hands.” Bucky hums quietly in response. The two of you look at each other in silence for a moment before you break it. “I’m sorry Tony gives you such a hard time. Sam says you aren’t that bad.”
“How do you know Sam?”
“My Philanthropy. I raise a ton of money every year for the VA. He was the one who connected me with Tony when he wanted to pitch this idea. Considering my work is primarily focused on veterans, Captain America has potential to be a good source of press and by extension funding for my work.”
“He never mentioned you.”
“He usually doesn’t. As you’ve just seen, a man being in my presence is enough to spark rumors and he doesn’t need that.” Another pause in the conversation. Does he always stare like that? “My turn to ask questions.”
Bucky shifts in his seat to lean towards you. “Shoot.”
“Why do you keep coming to these meetings? Tony is nothing but mean to you and you aren’t really involved in this whole ordeal. Why come downstairs to take the beating?”
Bucky paused at that one. Part of him came to support Steve. He felt bad that his friend was under such scrutiny because of him, but another part of him just wanted to see you again. Before this point the two of you hadn’t said more than two words to each other, but each day one of these meetings was on his calendar part of him was excited to see the pretty girl in the red lipstick and heels. He couldn’t tell you that though. He shrugs.
“Tony can say whatever he wants, I’m here to support Steve.”
You nod, still slowly stirring your coffee. “You’re a good friend.”
“So is Steve.”
“I know.”
The two of you turned as the door opened suddenly. Tony pokes his head into the room.
“Grab your jacket. You’re going for a walk in the park.” You follow Tony out of the room as he explains the game plan for the walk though central park with Steve leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts. As the elevator begins its descent Tony speaks up “So…what was that?”
“What was what?”
“You and Sargeant Scrap Metal looked like you were having a moment back there. Wrong soldier. Keep your eyes on the prize”
“Don’t be ridiculous Tony. And don’t be mean. That poor man has been through enough.”
“There it is! I’m serious. I know you love a charity case but don’t even think about it.” He turns to face you. “You might be able to get Steve’s image back,” he points at the ceiling of the elevator, “but HE will bring you down with him.”
“Whatever you say Tony.” You sigh and roll your eyes, Thanking whatever god you can think of that the elevator doors open to a smiling Steve and you can escape your conversation. You hold out your hand and approach him. “Ready?”
Steve takes your hand and kisses back of it before opening the door to the tower lobby.
Warnings: angst, hurt no comfort (or at least no comfort for most of it), depictions of violence, descriptions of torture, blood, brainwashing, cannon typical violence, kidnapping, screaming, crying, this is not a fun time for y/n.
Summary: Bucky barnes finally has his life together. He's an avenger, he's training new recruits, and he met the love of his life. Hydra however was not giving up their best asset without a fight, and if they can't get their old winter soldier back, they'll just have to make a new one.
Okay Part two is finally here. (it's actually been ready for a couple weeks I just couldn't get to my laptop to post it.) For a reminder this is the angsty one. If you want the pallet cleaner part two of Ms Americana is also posted today! I'm also using these two different stories to play around with writing styles and POVs hence why this one is in 3rd person omniscient while ms Americana is mostly in 2nd person. I'm seeing which one i like writing and reading better. Enjoy!
Everything hurts. The woman slowly blinks and lets her eyes adjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting above her. She’s so tired. After a few minutes she sits up and begins to look around her. The walls are a grey stone, and the room she’s in is more like a cell. It has no windows and the only door is barred. There is no bed or furniture of any kind, just a blanket in a pile in the corner of the room and a camera pointed directly at the west wall of the cell. She looks up at the camera for a few minutes. Focusing on the red light blinking on top of it. Counting seconds between the rhythmic blinks of red as she tries to remember how she got there. 1…2…3…Blink…1…2…3…Blink…1…2…3…
Her eyes go wide as everything comes rushing back to her. The nurse that entered her room after Tony and Bucky had left. The strange liquid added to her IV. The words she had heard before everything went black…Hail
“Hydra?” She whispers.
“Very good pet!”
She gasped slightly as she turned her attention away from the camera and towards the sound. Standing just on the other side of the bars was a man. He was tall, with short dark hair and a stance that was too relaxed to be any good for her.
“Who are you? Where am I?!”
“You’re as far from civilization as humanly possible. My name is Morgan. Who are you?”
“I’m-”
“Doesn’t really matter, you won’t be for long. Get her to the med room. Strap her down.”
Four more men in matching uniforms come around the corner and enter the cell. The woman backs away until she feels the wall behind her. She screams as she throws the first punch landing it square across the jaw of one of the guards. She puts up as much of a fight as she can but one of the men hits her with a taser and she locks up. The other three get a grip on her arms and drag her kicking and screaming out of the cell and around the corner. There are more guards waiting in the next room. They strap her down to a cold metal table. Still in her paper nightgown from the hospital, she’s freezing.
“Why am I here?! What do you want from me?!”
“Well pet, your precious beloved, was a very important asset of ours.”
“Bucky is no-”
“That’s right! Except we called him Soldat and since we can’t get him back we need a new one.” The man grabs her chin, forcing her to look up at another security camera in the corner of the room. “Say hi by the way”
Back at the tower the team is gathered in the big tech room in front of a large screen. Tony has every tech employee including himself working around the clock on this.
“Find where this feed is coming from. This bastard cannot taunt us like this and get away with it!”
“I’m sorry Mr. Stark but they’re using every trick in the book simultaneously to hide the location. I didn’t even know you could do some of this stuff. It’s not just a fire wall they’re simultaneously showing in almost every country in the world. One of the IP addresses we traced it back to was the tower’s for pete’s sake! We can’t track it!”
“Figure it out dammit!”
The team had been watching the feed since it first showed up in the tower. It played around the clock for the last two days when she was out. When the team saw the guards take her out of the cell they thought they would lose sight of her but the feed just switched to a new camera a few moments later and now they could see her, looking terrified as they strapped her down.
“Say hi by the way”
The team all turned to look at the screen as Morgan began talking directly to the camera. They could see the scientists in lab coats behind him running around the room preparing something. A needle is drawn and a scientist puts something in her mouth. Bucky recognizes the mouth guard.
“Avengers…Soldat.” He speaks with the cadence of a ted talk. The tone of his voice too bright and cheerful against the dim content behind him. “You have all taken a very important asset from us! But I have good news: we can always make a new one. We can even try switching things up this time.”
Bucky’s eyes go wide.
“No. They can’t possibly think she could-”
“After all, I wouldn't want to go through all the effort of training some girl if she can’t cut the serum.”
Nat speaks up as she sees a needle go into the girl’s arm and her eyes screw shut. “Bucky look away. You don’t need to see this.”
“There’s no way they’re serious. She’s nowhere near the physical shape needed to even be considered a candidate for the serum.”
“Not helping Bruce.” Nat gives him a look before everyone turns back to the man on the screen in front of them.
“Since the Soldat seemed so fond of this particular specimen we were sure she would make a perfect replacement.” Screaming floods the speakers. Morgan moves out of the camera’s direct line and walks to the side of the metal table. The team gets a clear look at her as tears stream down her face. She thrashes against her restraints and despite the mouthguard screams in a blood curdling tone. “If she survives”
Nat jumps up from the table. “Get him out of here.”
“No.”
“You don’t need to see this. To hear this.”
“Yes I do! This is my fault!” Bucky runs his hands through his hair and looks at the floor.
“It is not your fault Buck-”
“YES IT IS! Tony was right! I’m a distraction!”
“You love her.” Bucky looks up at Nat.
“Yeah and it put a target on her back!”
Steve jumps in with a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Hey! It’s gonna be okay pal. She is stronger than we give her credit for. She will survive this, and we are going to get her back!”
Everything hurt. She was screaming so loud she was afraid she’d tear her vocal cords but she couldn’t help it. It felt like fire in her veins. She barely registers Morgan’s figure beside her until he’s forcing her chin straight again. She’s looking directly at the camera and trying to focus on anything but the pain as that red light blinks in front of her again. She counts the seconds as she tries not to pass out.
Okay I am gonna try something new. I have two series that I have working on the for the last couple months. Both are Bucky x Reader, but this one is hurt with very little to no comfort, and the other one is very cute and fun! neither are done. Normally I don't post anything until the entire series is finished and ready to go, but I am instead gonna try releasing this as I write it. So Miss Americana and Don't Make Me will be released simultaneously. The goal is that the parts of these two series will be released close to one another with the other one serving as the palate cleanser for this one.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: angst, hurt no comfort (or at least no comfort for most of it), depictions of violence, descriptions of torture, blood, brainwashing, cannon typical violence, kidnapping, screaming, crying, this is not a fun time for y/n.
Summary: Bucky barnes finally has his life together. He's an avenger, he's training new recruits, and he met the love of his life. Hydra however was not giving up their best asset without a fight, and if they can't get their old winter soldier back, they'll just have to make a new one.
James Buchanan Barnes knew three things for certain. First, he loved the woman in front of him more than he would ever be able to express. They hadn’t been together for too long in the grand scheme of things but they were damn near inseparable. The two of them had met after he’d come to stay at the compound. Once STARK tower was too small to hold the full force of the avengers initiative Tony had moved major players to a compound in a top secret location. This is where they trained potential new agents, and tested new inventions, ideas, and weapons. Nobody told Bucky why she had been brought in specifically, and he couldn’t really tell at first. This woman was definitely not a widow, or other trained assassin, and she had no special powers that he knew of. She was just there one day and thrown in his training rotation like any other new agent.
That was two years ago, which brought Bucky to certainty number two: She had no business being in the field! Bucky had said this to her face and she hadn’t been offended. She looked more worried than anything else. That isn’t to say that she had no strengths. She was one of the most intelligent people Bucky had ever met and she had an eye for strategy like no other. She could see patterns that only FRIDAY had otherwise caught and her memory was damn near perfect. Bucky had suspected after a while that she had been brought in to be the brains of an operation but that didn’t explain the copious amount of combat training on her schedule with not only him but Nat as well. If she was meant to be a tech, why did she have the training rotation of a field agent?
Despite all their efforts she wasn’t great at being on the offensive. She could defend herself in an emergency but likely only long enough for help to arrive. Bucky had told Tony repeatedly that she wasn’t ready for the field and quite frankly might never be, but Tony had sent her out for her first mission anyway with almost no backup and now the love of his life was in a hospital room in a foreign country that they just arrived in. This brought Bucky to his third and final certainty: Tony Stark was a dead man walking.
“Hey kid! How ya doin?” Tony was chipper as ever. So nonchalant in the face of suffering as always. But she laughed it off. They had always shared that sense of gallows humor.
“Well i’ve been better, but you’ve been worse old man.”
“You wanna tell me what happened?”
“I just got shot a little bit.” She defended herself in the same tone of voice as a child who had snuck dessert before dinner. The tone in her voice, too soft for someone who had almost become a casualty.
“Well why did you do that? Did my two best assassins forget to teach you that getting hit is a bad thing?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” She shifted her attention to Bucky standing silently in the corner of the room. She always knew when he was around. She could just sense his presence. It was like the air had a bit more static in it when he was close. The laughter leaves her voice, but her smile doesn’t, “And for the record, they’re ex assassins.” Bucky’s face softened just a bit at the correction. She had always been one to remind him of his own redeemability.
“Alright I'll leave you two lovebirds alone for your tearful reunion.” Tony let out a sigh and fake sniff as he left the room. Bucky came over to the edge of the bed taking in as much information as he could. He was incredibly aware of his own surroundings but especially aware of yours. He took in the beeping machines and the IV that had been placed in your arm. From the looks of it you were going to be fine. A few bullets had just grazed you and the one that you took to the leg hadn’t hit anything vital. They had already removed it and patched you up by the time the fastest jet tony owned had landed.
“James, I know that look. This isn’t your fault.”
“You’re right. It’s Stark’s fault. I told him not to send you out there and he did it anyway.”
“Tony is trying his best. That is all I can ask of him.”
“Well his best isn’t good enough.”
“It’s all I ask of you.” He looks at her in silence for a moment before she speaks up again. “Pop quiz.”
“45”
“Ding ding ding. We have a winner.”
It was a reference to when the two first met. Before combat training even starts all new agents have to go through a series of tests to see where they are starting from. How fast is their mile, how high they can jump, etc. Bucky had done the weight lifting part of the test in which they add weights until the agent fails for a baseline on everything from squats to bench press. Her bench had been 45 pounds; the weight of the bar. That was the answer to every pop quiz because only Bucky would know that, or rather more importantly the winter soldier wouldn’t.
When the two had started becoming a more serious item Bucky had fallen back into self sabotaging habits which he convinced himself were for her safety. As a compromise the two of them had come up with this pop quiz method. Bucky likes that she has a way of testing him if he’s ever put back under mind control. She uses it as a way of grounding Bucky, reminding him of who he is and who he isn’t anymore.
Bucky leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. “How are you?”
“I’m fine, Bucky. I’m gonna be resting for a while, but I am okay.”
“We got on the fastest jet Stark money could buy so we got here first but the quin jet should be here in a few more minutes and then we can get you home. In the meantime I’m gonna go murde– I mean talk to Tony.”
“Ha ha very funny.”
Bucky held her face in his hand gently. She could see the wheels turning in his brain. Wheels that only ever led to self hatred and tears. “I love you.” Bucky looked her in the eyes. His own a mix of fear and admiration.
“I love you more” the two shared a soft kiss before he left the room to find Tony waiting down the hall on the phone. He hung up just as Bucky got to him.
“Quin jet should be here any minute.”
“It better be, and don’t think this conversation ends just cause we get her home. She is not going back out in the field again.”
“Oh come on Barnes! How many times have you come back injured, got stitched back up and been back out in the field within the week?”
“I have super soldier serum in my veins and a vibranium arm. She isn’t cut out for the field. She is supposed to be in a lab.”
“And I thought I was supposed to be prom king. Things change.”
“Come on Tony she has the mind of a genius and you have her out here picking fights she can’t win!”
“She could win them. She’s not an avenger, she's an agent, calm down.”
“Calm down?! I told you she wasn’t ready, you sent her out anyway, and she got hurt!”
“Well maybe she would have been ready if she spent more time on the training mats and less in your room.”
“Don’t even go there.”
“I’m right! She has the potential to be great in the field, Nat even said she’s seen a lot of progress. If anyone has put her in danger here Barnes it’s you! Stop distracting her!” Tony’s phone beeped causing both men to stop and look at it. “Quin jet is here. Let's get her home and we can continue this later.”
The two men went back to the hospital room to retrieve the young woman.
“Alright kid, time to g-..... where is she?”
Bucky scanned the room for her immediately, but the window was open and she was gone. On the bed was a small folded note that read “Justine to suffer for a monster’s love.” That didn’t make any sense, but Bucky’s face went pale as he saw the small insignia below the text. He collapsed to his knees and saw red.
"Shit..." Bucky could barely hear Tony as he stepped back and called someone. “I’ll be on the jet in a minute, but the girl is gone….yes gone! And we have a big problem. Hydra’s got her.”
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Okay I am gonna try something new. I have two series that I have working on the for the last couple months. Both are Bucky x Reader, but this is one is very cute and fun, and the other one is hurt with very little to no comfort! neither are done. Normally I don't post anything until the entire series is finished and ready to go, but I am instead gonna try releasing this as I write it. So MAATHP and Don't Make Me will be released simultaneously. The goal is that the parts of these two series will be released close to one another with this one serving as the palate cleanser for the other.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slow burn) Steve x reader (kinda)
Tropes: Fake dating, forbidden lovers, strangers to lovers, slow burn no use of y/n (i think)
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, cursing, tony is an asshole
Summary: In a last ditch attempt to fix Steve's image after saving Bucky, tony proposes a solution: a PR relationship. Ms Americana, a reigning pageant queen in hr last year in the circuit agrees to date Steve for the cameras, in return for helping her foundation raise money. Everyone wins! But what happens when she really starts to fall for the wrong soldier?
Steve and Bucky sat in the living room on the landing floor of Avengers Tower. Steve looking hesitantly at Tony who swirls bourbon in a glass, Bucky avoiding eye contact with him. After Siberia the group had come back together for the greater good but Tony would never truly forgive him. Their truce was always a fragile one.
“Well, since you became an international war criminal to save your buddy here, also a criminal by the wa-”
“He was pardoned. What is your point Stark?”
“My point is that the avengers need an image boost. Between Ultron and the accords going awry neither of us has a great public image at the moment. Now while I have never been seen in the best light, you are supposed to be America's golden boy. Rehabilitating Terminator over there is a great start but we need to get Captain America back in the public eye unattached to the Winter Soldier.”
“And you have a solution?”
“Yeah. I brought her.”
At that Bucky looks up at Steve. Steve looks back at Tony in confusion. “Her?” they said in unison.
Tony chuckles before downing the rest of his whiskey. He grabs a second glass and starts to fill both.
“Come on in sweetheart!”
The boys hear the steady click of heels against the tile floors. A woman steps around the corner and into the room. She stops with her heels together and her hands clasped behind her back facing the two soldiers with a soft smile, her eyes glancing towards Tony. Her posture is straight but she looks relaxed, as if the perfect stance was so practiced it was no longer her second nature, but her first. Tony moves to stand beside her and hands her a glass. She holds it in front of her in both hands close to her chest while Tony turns back to the boys and lifts his glass.
“Her.”
Bucky’s eyebrows come together as he eyes the woman warily. “Who are you?” It’s Tony that speaks up though.
“This is Miss Americana. You are looking at THE most beautiful woman in the country, America's sweetheart, and,” Tony points at Steve, “Your new girlfriend.”
“What?!” Steve stood up fast at that. The woman still hadn’t reacted. She just stood there, that same smile on her lips. Her glass, stained now with bright red lipstick, still folded between her hands. Her attention only turned to Steve when he spoke to her directly. “Look miss, i’m flattered but I am not–”
Her laugh sounds as delicate as she looks. She brings one hand up to cover her smile.
“Oh darlin’ I have no interest in being your sweetheart.” That stops Steve in his tracks.
“Then…why?”
“You should see the number of zeros on the check Tony’s writing my foundation. Besides, we aren’t actually dating,” She brings her hand up to the side of her face and looks at Bucky, speaking in a loud mock whisper, “it’s all for the cameras.”
“What?”
She steps back, sipping her drink as Tony takes over again.
“The two of you are going to be in a PR relationship. You go on a couple walks in central park together so people start to talk. Paparazzi catch you leaving a restaurant after dinner. Speculation goes wild.” He raises his glass in her direction again. “She goes on a talk show and defends her feelings for you because you ‘really are a great guy’ and boom the press is on your side again.” She clears her throat and looks at Tony. Her eyebrows raised expectantly. Tony sighs and looks back to Steve. “And you go to her events dressed up to help her earn money for her charity work.”
“It’s my final year in the pageant circuit. I’m no longer competing but in a year I pass the crown to the next girl. In the meantime I need the press to push all my other endeavors so when that happens all my work doesn’t fade to nothing. So,” She finishes off the bourbon in her glass and sets it on the nearest end table before walking to Steve. Even in her heels she still has to look up at him. The smile on her face is gone, replaced with a serious expression. “Do we have a deal Captain?”
Steve looked at Bucky first out of the corner of his eye, but Bucky was still looking at her. Steve had seen that expression on his friend's face before: hesitation and interest. He looked at Tony on the other side of the room who looked back with raised eyebrows before he turned his attention back to her.
“Okay.” He reaches out to shake her hand. “We have a deal.”
“Pleasure doing business with you.”
Without another word she turns and walks out the door. Her heels click softer with each step until the elevator closes down the hall and she’s gone. Tony and Steve move into the nearest conference room to start discussing the game plan for media appearances, but Bucky stays on the couch and looks out the floor to ceiling windows past the landing pad. He was just getting used to the way New York looked from up here. He could see for miles. But even with that advantage he never saw her coming.
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