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eve invited wren & ezra to the spice festival where she completely failed the spice challenge, ezra choked on the bubble machine MULTIPLE times, and wren got sick with something while they were eating and got a rash???
my dog's been missing since early april, and the more time goes by, the more anxious i get. but... i want to do something for her. jamie and roadie are the only f/o's i have with headcanons involving her, so i'm posting them now, in honor of her. ♡
i miss you so much, charlie. wherever you are, i hope you're ok ― going on tons of adventures and sleeping in the comfiest of shirts. i love you, bubbas. （´・｀ ）♡
it starts after they've brought me back to junkertown with them! we've been there for a while and things are going.. as smoothly as they can be lol
“you adjustin’ alright?” “i think so? i still get homesick sometimes, though. i really miss my dog.” “...YOU HAVE A DOG?!”
so naturally we have to go back and get her. roadie's not that happy about another trip halfway around the world, but “he can deal with it! if she makes you happy, we’re bringin’ her home!!!”
the first time they meet goes pretty much the same as every time she meets someone new: tiny upset barking ―“HI HELLO, I KNOW I AM SMOL, BUT I WILL PROTECC. I KNOW YOU ARE HERE AND I DO NOT WIKE IT.”
but! she does get used to them, slowly but surely lol
probably roadie first bc he’s more chill and lets her adjust to him at her own pace
but jamie really wants her to like him, so he tries to get her attention all the time, and gives her tons of snacks
she'll gladly take the snacks, but if he tries anything other than feeding her she chews him out for it lol
cut to roadie letting her chill in his lap and feeding her: “take a breath, jamison.”
she starts really warming up to him when he starts taking her outside on adventures with him. nothing that'd put her in danger, just something fun for both of them, since both of them can be bad at staying in one place for a long time lol
roadie absolutely makes one of those cross-body doggo carriers to pack her around in and does not care how “dumb” it might look
“hey, roadie? have you seen cha- never mind oh my god y’all are so cuuuute~” “...thanks.”
she does not like smoke
so she really doesn’t like jamie’s hair. it’s what takes her the longest time to get used to
“she keeps yelling at me! I thought she liked me! ;^;” “she does. she just hates your hair.” *pouts* “...rude.”
she doesn’t mind his explosives, oddly enough
she'll sometimes sit in his lap while he works on them. (then want him to put her down. then pick her up. then put her back down. then pick her back up-)
he’s gotten really good at keeping her away from them while he’s testing them
…until she sees smoke and decides it’s her job to go yell at it and show it who’s boss skfsyskfds
eventually jamie becomes a really good doggo dad uwu
every time she does something cute, he either a) runs and shows me, b) drags me over and tries to get her to do it again, or c) takes a bunch of pictures/videos if i’m not around
the first time she falls asleep in his arms, we're on the couch watching tv. i’m half asleep next to him and he gently nudges me awake like “look!!!” and she has her nose tucked into his elbow, snoozing away (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ jamie’s so proud he looks like he could cry ;^; 💙
she wakes up a couple minutes later and checks to make sure he's still there before nuzzling back into his arm and falling asleep again. it happens a couple more times before we actually go to bed and she falls asleep in some of our old shirts for the night (シ_ _)シ
Introducing the Great State of Kansas, Starring Princess Bucket and His Personal Matchstick
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader (married)
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Mentions of fighting violence, injuries, blood, some swearing.
Prompt: This came from a prompt requested by @amoonagedaydreamer for my Fanfic Anniversary Celebration, which was “If you value your life, my life, the lives of everyone in this city… you won’t wake the sleeping princess.”.
Summary: Things went south, everyone is sassy, and someone steals a car. and a plane. oops.
a/n: This was supposed to be a short lil blurb, but quickly turned into a full blown drabble, oops, sorry! But hi yes, I am back. I have 9999999 challenges I need to finish, but I wrote this instead. My priorities aren’t in line. This is part of my series, Walking Disasters: The Hilarious Misfortunes of a Century Old Man and His Hothead Wife. It can be read in any order you want, and contains no Endgame spoilers. It’s my attempt at a fun series. Let me know what you think, I love you all!
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You turn and fire blindly over your shoulder, praying to the universe that you hit at least one of the Hydra bastards. You glance to your left and see Bucky slowing, and you yell, “C’mon old man! All this speeding up and slowing down is giving me a cramp in my side!”
Bucky gives you an incredulous look and shoots back, “Okay, and I have a bullet in my side!”
You roll your eyes, “The bullet went clean through, you’re fine.”
Bucky huffs and says nothing, choosing instead to push himself faster. You spin around and shoot into the crowd of Hydra agents, before turning back when Bucky yells, “There!”
Your eyes land on the truck up and ahead and you give Bucky a look. “That? Really?”
He gestures to the mostly barren landscape, “I’m sorry, dearest, is the piece of junk not to your liking? You can choose which of the many vehicles we steal, then.”
You glare at him. “I’d be happy to leave you here.” You look around again, “Wherever here is.”
You both make a beeline for the old truck, eager to put some distance between you and the agents behind you. Bucky throws open the passenger door and jumps in, and you slide in behind the driver's seat, leaning down to pull the wires into view to hotwire the truck. After a few failed attempts, the engine clunks and clatters to life, and you push the truck into drive before speeding off as fast as the engine will let you.
-
The darkness outside the truck presses in on you on both sides. You check the mirrors again: rearview, driver’s side view, passenger side view, before looking back out at the road, no twinkle of lights in sight. Bucky groans besides you and shifts in his seat, hand still pressed firmly to the wound at his side. You glance at him and down at the wound quickly. “Still bleeding?”
Bucky pulls his hand away, coated in blood. “Looks like it.”
You check the mirrors one more time before pulling over. “We haven’t seen another car for hours, so we should be safe to stop for a minute. Just so I can get a good look at it.”
Bucky nods as you put the truck in park, and motion for him to lean back against the door. You unzip the vest over his clothes and peel it away slowly, not missing his wince of pain at the sensation. You inspect the wound, prodding gently at it with your fingers, and making sure the bullet really did exit from the back. You lean away from him with a sigh. “Well, I brought a first aid kit, but it was in my backpack.”
“You mean the backpack that blew up with the quinjet?”
You nod, “The very same.” You look at the wound again. “I can cauterize it. That’ll keep you from bleeding out in the middle of nowhere, at least.”
“This feels like a natural next step in our relationship.”
“Oh, shut up.” You dig around in the truck for something to use for the wound, making a satisfied sound when you find a wrench tucked underneath the seat. You hold it up and give Bucky a smile.
“Ah, a wrench shaped scar. Very badass.”
You produce a flame and heat the metal of the wrench until it gets hot, before muttering, “The offer to leave you in the middle of nowhere still stands.”
Before Bucky can give you a smart reply, you press the wrench to the bleeding wound, cauterizing the entry wound. Bucky lets out a pained grunt before you pull away and begin heating the metal again. You motion for him to turn to the side, giving you better access to the exit wound. He snarks, “What? No 1, 2, 3, go?”
You smile and reply, “I’m sorry, did you want a warning?”
“That would have been nice.”
You rush out, “1, 2, 3, go,” before quickly pressing the wrench to the exit wound, and Bucky lets out another sound of pain.
You pull it away and toss the wrench out of the small back window into the bed of the truck, and Bucky turns to you with a glare. “Sometimes I forget that the word ‘gentle’ is lacking in your vocabulary.”
You lean forward and give him a quick kiss, before pulling back and whispering, “I thought you like it rough?”
You lean in again and kiss him deeply, tangling your fingers into his hair and giving a light tug. Bucky moans in response, and you dip your tongue into his open mouth, before pulling away entirely. He pouts as you settle back into the driver’s seat and start the truck. “Oh, so you’re gonna get me all hot and bothered and just leave me hanging? Again?”
You smile and pull back onto the main road, “Yeah, but at least this time it’s not in the middle of a mission.”
He huffs, “I guess.”
-
The sun is just rising over the horizon when the truck rolls to a stop, out of gas. You turn to Bucky, “Can you walk?”
“Yeah. The wrench did its job.”
You let out a short laugh, “Alright then, old man, let’s go.”
You both hop out of the truck and slam the doors shut, before following the main road into civilization. Bucky reads the sign as you pass, confusion in his voice. “Welcome to Oakley, Kansas. When the hell did we get in Kansas?”
You shrug, but nearly cry in relief at the small green sign just beyond it, a white airplane printed on the front. “An airport, thank God.” You grab Bucky’s hand and pull him along, “C’mon, I’m gonna get us back to New York.”
You both jog through the small town and arrive at a small airfield in minutes, and you scan the area for a sign of life. You turn to Bucky, squinting against the sun, “See anyone?”
“Not a soul.”
You snort, “It’s exactly how I pictured Kansas.”
Bucky gives you a crooked smile before walking towards one of the two hangars, motioning for you to follow him. He breaks the lock on the door easily and you follow him inside, where you both see a small plane parked inside. You run to the plane and pull on the door, grinning when it opens with ease, unlocked. You slide inside and look around, before spotting the keys tucked into a small nook. Bucky pulls himself inside a minute later, and you hold up the keys and jingle them softly. “Bingo.”
He smiles and nods to the now open hangar, “I got the door and left a note. Tony can get em a new plane when we get back to the Compound.”
You put the keys in the ignition and start the plane, before pulling on the headset and looking at Bucky. “Prepare for take-off!”
-
You land the plane at the Compound a few hours later, greeted by no one but the afternoon sun. You take Bucky to the medical wing, where the staff immediately leads him back to start fixing his wound, while you look around the mostly empty building with a confused look. “FRIDAY?”
“Yes, Mrs. Barnes?”
You smile at the name as you ask, “Where’s the team?”
“Out looking for you and Mr. Barnes. They received reports of an ambush and a Quinjet on fire and immediately went out to find you.”
“Let the team know we’re both back and okay.”
“Yes, Mrs. Barnes.”
You follow the hallway to the room where they’re patching up Bucky, and you allow the staff to tend to your wounds before they give you both the all clear. Bucky threads his fingers through yours and pulls you towards your shared room as soon as you exit the medical wing, and you laugh at his eagerness. “Our room’s not going anywhere!”
“I know, I know. I just can’t wait to get into our bed and sleep for the next 14 hours.”
You laugh again and let him lead you through the Compound to your room, where you both collapse on top of the mattress, fully clothed, asleep before your heads even hit the pillow.
-
You wake to the sound of a camera clicking and you pull open your eyes to find Clint standing over you with his phone out, taking pictures. He hastily stuffs it into his pocket when you lock eyes with him and whisper, “What are you doing?”
“You were both making the same face when you were sleeping. I wanted a picture of it.”
You look over at Bucky, still asleep, before turning back to Clint. “If you value your life, my life, the lives of everyone in this city… you won’t wake the sleeping princess.”
Bucky shifts slightly beside you and mutters, “I heard that, Barnes.” He pries one eye open and looks between you and Clint before continuing, “Robin Hood better erase that photo or I’ll erase him from existence.”
Clint tenses and pulls his phone from his pocket and quickly deletes the photo, before turning the phone to you. “Done, deleted, goodnight.”
He slips from the room and you roll over and snuggle closer to Bucky, who gives you a bright smile. “Princess, huh?”
You give him a serious look, “Oh, 100% the biggest princess on the team. In the compound. Actually, in the state of New York. Probably even-”
He cuts you off with a laugh, “Okay, okay, I get it. Am I pretty princess, at least?”
You smile and kiss his nose, before snuggling closer to his chest and whispering, “The prettiest.”
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