#wintertaserbones

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow Characters: Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Jane Foster (Marvel) Additional Tags: Multiverse, Alternate Reality, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Hydra Won (Marvel), Hydra Won in 1945, all major character deaths happen off-page, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The First Avenger, SHIELDRA but the other way around, SHIELD inside Hydra, Triple Agent Brock Rumlow, Reverse Operation Paperclip Series: Part 4 of Accident Prone, Part 41 of Bingo Bonanza Summary: “What the hell?” Brock says as Bucky catches Lewis before she hits the ground. “How is this possible?”Bucky, Brock, and Hank try to figure out what's going on and the odds that their visitor is actually from a different reality.

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for @ibelieveinturtles​ 432 words Rated T “My family has a cabin in the mountains, we’ll be safe there.”

a/n: you in no way asked for these Evil Dead references, but I’m not sorry

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Darcy smacked the groaning, chomping thing in the jaw with the shovel in her hand.  She really needed to upgrade to a better weapon, but real life wasn’t like video games and there were no safe rooms full of useful weapons or Molotov cocktails for her to lob at the moaning, groaning undead.

Nope. In real life you had a fucking shovel to bonk them in the noggin while SHIELD’s premier triple agent and the actual fucking Winter Soldier had your back.

She supposed that last part was likely better than a video game.  Because both of them were exceptionally handy to have around in a scenario like this.

Not that she’d planned for this or anything. She’d been minding her own business when the outbreak happened.  Bucky had grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the office building and they scooped up Brock on the way out.  Now, they were hunkered down somewhere outside Manhattan trying to hot wire a car and she was smacking zombies left and right.  If you angled it just right, you could knock some of the more decayed specimens completely headless.

It was of course at that precise moment that her shovel chose to snap where wood met metal.

“Shit,” she cried out, only to be pushed forcefully into the backseat of the car, the door slammed and Bucky sliding over to the other side to just make it into the passenger seat while Brock finally got the damn thing roaring.

“Where to, milady?” Rumlow asked.

“Somewhere that you won’t ever call me that again,” Darcy deadpanned.

“I got nothing,” Bucky said with a shrug when Brock looked to him.

“My family’s got a cabin in the mountains,” Darcy said. “I have no idea where they are, but that cabin’s remote as fuck.”

“You know how to get there?” Brock asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Groovy,” he said with a smirk that made her want to slap his gorgeous, gorgeous face for quoting the most bangable of zombie slayers.

“Keep it up. I’ll tie you to the hood,” she snapped.  “Drive north.”

“Buck. Back me up. You gotta keep a sense of humor about these things.”

“Don’t look at me,” Bucky said, laughing. “I’ll help hold ya down.”

“Both of ya are a buncha wise-asses. And if any one of us is the Ash of the group, it’s me. We have the same zombie slayin’ jawline.” Rumlow grumbled.  

“Dude, we will debate jawlines later,” Darcy said, swatting his shoulder. “We gotta go!”

for @ibelieveinturtles​ 273 words Rated M

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for @mindfullostitinerant​ 362 words Rated T Whatever you do, don’t make a sound. They’ll hear you.

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Her footsteps echoed in the hallway and the zombies chasing her knew that. Fuck, this was the worst.

Darcy wished like hell she had caught the last bus out of the city. She wasn’t entirely certain what she was going to do in Stark Tower. There had been no sign of the Avengers in New York.  They were fighting the big hoards down south.

But she knew that if she could get into Bruce’s containment chamber, she’d be safe until they got back at least.

Which was why she was running up the stairs, up to each floor until she got to the lab floor.

But she’d also brought a shit ton of zombies with her, and it was not looking so good.  But she figured she had to try, right?

She was past the point where she could be choosy.

When someone grabbed her arm, she started to yell, but a hand clamped down over her mouth and dragged her into one of the empty offices.

“Shhh, Darcy, it’s us. It’s us.”

She started shaking at the familiar voice., She turned in Brock’s arms and threw hers around him. “I’m so fucking happy to see you, oh my god.”

“How many were after you?” Bucky asked.

“Three for sure, but there are more coming. I can tell. They were doing that screechy call thing.”

“Civilians know about that?” Brock asked, seemingly impressed.

“We’ve all played Left 4 Dead. We know a witch’s call when we hear one,” Darcy retorted.

Bucky jumped out into the corridor and dispatched the three zombies that were after her, tossing them out the broken window in the hall and coming back into the office. They barricaded the door with a desk and hunkered down behind it.

“Whatever you do, don’t make a sound. They’ll hear you.”

She knew that, of course. But she was also so much more relieved than she had been a few minutes ago.

for @aliitvodeson​ 343 words Rated T Two alphas showing off for their omega

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If Bucky could have rolled his eyes and scoffed at the blatant display Rumlow was putting on for Darcy, he would have. But there was no one nearby to appreciate the gesture, so he didn’t.

They were on a hunt, and Rumlow had been competing with him for the entire night. When Bucky shifted and ran off into the woods, Rumlow bounded after him, shifting in mid-run and leaving his clothes all over the backyard.

And now, he’d been the one to bring down dinner, so of fucking course he was gloating

Darcy’s golden eyes were on Rumlow and the deer he’d just slaughtered. He howled at the moon before looking back at their mate, tail wagging as Bucky trotted over. He gave Bucky a playful growl and Bucky considered pinning him down to the ground.

But before he could, Rumlow had him on his back snarling at him before glancing back to see if Darcy was watching.

Bucky growled and pushed him off, rolling on top of him and pinning him down.

“Honestly, you two...”

Bucky and Brock both looked over to see a nude beauty standing in the middle of the clearing, her hands on her hips as she watched them.

Brock shifted first, followed by Bucky, and they both fell in a pile of limbs in an attempt to stand.

“For the last time, I don’t care which one of you gets dinner. I don’t care which one can best the other while play fighting, all I care about is that you don’t both go into rut at the same time, because I don’t think I could keep up.”

Brock chuckled. “We won’t, princess. We’re not on the same cycle.”

“You sure? They say they always sync up, the more time you spend with someone,” she teased.

“Alright, alright,” Bucky said, changing the subject. “You wanna gnaw on this as humans, or wolves? Because I’m gonna have to build a fire for the former.

364 words Rated T White Rose - I’m all you need

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“Yeah, this is becoming a little much,” Darcy said, sighing heavily as she flopped into the seat across from Bucky. “I’m sorry, but I think I have to cut this short, I told Brock I’d go with him to catch this movie later... I might be spreading myself too thin. I’m not cut out for keeping one dude happy, let alone two...”

She sighed and let her head fall into her hands.

“Hey... doll...  calm down, okay? I think I’ve got an idea of how to fix this. Mind if I call Rumlow and get his thoughts on it?”

Bucky ordered her a pina colada and she was feeling much more relaxed by the time Brock arrived at the restaurant, pulling up a chair and straddling it backwards like the fucking alpha male he was.

“So... I think I double booked again,” Darcy lamented, taking a long sip from her drink.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten, I can share,” Brock grinned and Darcy felt a little faint. And then a little guilty for being so obviously affected by another man in front of Bucky.

“See?” Bucky said with a shrug. “We can share. It’s fine.”

“Thought that’s what we were doing before,” she said.

“We were, but this is a little more hands-on with the sharing,” Brock winked.

“Yeah, if you’re okay with that?” Bucky asked, his hand noticeably tense as he wrung the shit out of his napkin. Was he nervous?

Yes, because he’s proposing a threesome, Darcy told herself.

But he shouldn’t be nervous. Because while she never thought about it before, she was suddenly anxious to try it out. She was under a lot of stress, after all.

She licked her lips and took another sip from her drink. “Yeah. I’d say I’m definitely okay with that.”

Brock and Bucky glanced at each other, smirking before looking back at her.

She suddenly really wanted to be at home.

Like, really.

“Can we get our food to go, do you think?” she asked.

Bucky didn’t answer, simply raised a hand to call the server.

for 01_scratches 568 words Rated T

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“Okay so try turning it over again?” Brock called from under the hood.

Darcy turned the key and the engine made that sad little slow revving sound again.

“Yeah, think it’s your battery,” Brock said, leaning back. “If you’ll get out, I’ll push this back so we can get my car in here and try to jump you.”

“I’m so glad we’re talking cars,” Bucky muttered under his breath. “Otherwise it sounds like you’re calmly discussing your plans to kidnap her.”

Brock’s face froze as he turned to face Bucky. “Why the fuck would you say something like that? Dude, not cool. We’re not going to kidnap you,” Brock assured Darcy. “We’re not. I know that sounds like something a kidnapper would say, but I promise you---“

For: @ibelieveinturtles​ Prompt: The smell of burning leaves makes me want to make out

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“Would you just let me do it?” Bucky reached for the matches, snagging them from Brock’s hand and making the other man indescribably angry that he succeeded.

“Buck. C’mon. You know I like doing this,” Brock protested.

“Didn’t realize you were such a firebug, Rumlow…” Bucky struck a match and dropped it on the pile of leaves they’d raked and piled towards the back of the house. He was such a dick sometimes.

Brock stood back while the scent of the burning leaves wafted up into the air.

He felt a slight pair of arms encircle his waist from behind. Felt Darcy lean her head against his back before releasing him and ducking under his arm to sidle up beside him. “You know, Brock… the smell of burning leaves makes me want to make out…”

That got his attention. Barnes’s too. “Does it really, sweetheart?”

Darcy locked eyes with him and nodded. She reached for the hand on the arm that was draped over her shoulders, unwinding from his embrace before tugging him back towards the house.

Didn’t have to tell him twice.  He went where she tugged.

“Hey. Not fair!” Barnes yelled at them from the burn pile. “I have to stay here and watch this now.”

“Yep. Got what you wanted, didn’t ya?” Brock laughed.

“I’m joining you after!” he called.