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“Well, after Captain Rodgers vetoed your order, how did you respond?"

Bucky sits back in his chair, legs spreading slightly as he adjusts his posture, "I told Rodgers, Captain, if I'm shooting, I'm emptying the whole gat. No Nazi scum is making it out of the facility alive. Excuse my French."

"No need to excuse yourself, Sergeant. Trust me when I say I've heard much worse in my line of work," you say, eyes still locked on your typewriter keys.

With sharp eyes he calls to you, "How did a pretty thing like you end up in this line of work anyway? The boys said that they had you stationed in Kyiv before being hauled out here."

"You would be correct, Sergeant Barnes. Agent Carter sought me out after some work I had done for her several years ago. Rodgers asked her for a trusted scribe, and apparently, I was the option she presented."

"So you know Steve," He asks as he straightens his back, arms crossed over his chest.

Fingers pausing, you take a glance at Barnes, " Not necessarily. I report to Agent Carter; therefore, I only see Captain Rodgers in passing."

He looks off for a moment, his mind obviously elsewhere. You hear him let out a small huff, his cold breath leaking from his slightly chapped lips.

With a frown, you call to him, "Is something the matter, Sergeant?"

"No, no nothing's wrong sweetheart," he answered, "Just shocked that this is our first time meeting, seeing that we work only a heads turn away from each other."

You shoot him a small smile before pulling the parchment free from the top of your typewriter. With pen in hand, you make your way around the table towards Bucky.

"Simply the way things have worked out Sergeant. Now, if you don't mind, will you sign off at the bottom of the page for me? Agent Carter is expecting me at a quarter to four, and I would rather not be on her shit list."

He chuckles, the soft rasp of his voice ridding the chilled air around the two of you. Taking the pen from your fingers, he lets out a phrase you couldn't quite understand.

“Excuse me?," you stammered.

“Bucky, everyone just calls me Bucky," he exclaimed.

“Well," you mutter, sticking your hand out towards him," It was nice meeting you Bucky."

He grips your hand firmly, his rough thumb rubbing the soft skin on the back of your hand, "It was nice to miss you as well, won't be the last time, I'm sure."

With one last glance, your hand slips from his as you collect yourself.

“Yes Serg I'm sure it won't be."

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Jan 17th ✶ “Captain, if I’m shooting I’m emptying the whole gat.” ⠀ ➴ Speak up for me Sergeant? Bucky Barnes / SFW, 40's Bucky, strangers to acquaintances

Jan 18th ✶ "You started this.” ⠀➴ Lace is a girl's best friend! Bucky Barnes / NSFW, Sugardaddy to fiancée, public sex

Jan 19th ✶ "Naked is the best disguise."⠀ ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 20th ✶ “If anyone walks in, that’s on you.” ⠀ ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 21st ✶ "They just said get up there and make some trouble.” ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 22nd ✶ “I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth.” ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 23rd ✶ "You don’t surrender when you still got one bullet left." ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 24th ✶ “Don’t move. I want to feel this.” ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 25th ✶ "Some people call me the space cowboy." ⠀ ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 26th ✶ “Every sound you make is making this worse.” ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 27th ✶ "I’m open to that in a safer environment. ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 28th ✶ “I actually watch her back and not her backside.” ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 29th ✶ “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you… slowly.” ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 30th ✶ "Do you believe in life after love?" ➴ Coming Soon

Jan 31st ✶ “I said behave… not that I expected you to listen.” ⠀ ➴ Coming Soon

If you only knew the truth.

“I’d love to take you on a date.”

Andy Barber’s voice settled over you. The man was admittedly handsome with his perfectly trimmed beard and soft smile. His blue eyes reminded you of Steve Rogers, the man who still held your heart. Which was exactly why you couldn’t accept his offer.

You couldn’t give a piece of yourself to a man when you still longed for another.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not quite ready.”

It was pathetic. Steve broke up with you months ago, telling you it was for the best as he wiped your tears away. Why couldn’t you move on?

Why couldn’t you let him go?

A prickling feeling crawled up your spine when Andy’s eyes darkened, but they softened immediately. “I understand,” he said, briefly putting his hand over yours. “And I’ll wait.”

You tried to smile, but it fell flat. You didn’t want to give him false hope. It wouldn’t be fair.

What you didn’t know was that Andy had no intention of waiting. He was going to take you whether you agreed or not. And no one was going to stop him.

No one except for Steve.

He thought breaking your heart would keep you safe from his enemies. All it did was put a target on your back. But he’d save you and apologize, even if you hated him for ending things instead of giving you a choice.

Where worlds collide and days are dark, that was where he would find you.

My original intent with the prompt was going to be supernatural and the muse refused. 😂 Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

shoulders slumped and heart aching, you gazed down at shaky hands. your mind was a personal hell—a minefield where no thoughts felt comforting. you wanted to throw up, or curl up and die.

your brain was stuck on two prominent emotions: anger and desperation, where those two worlds collided, and the day seemed dark. no matter how many times you tried to pull yourself from that pit, it felt endless—gloom commanding your mind.

yet, light, warmth, affixed to your body as a solid palm squeezed your shoulder, coaxing you back to the present. "it's not your fault, baby," yelena cooed, sitting beside you, the mattress squeaking under her weight.

the mission—it all went poorly because of you. you made one wrong move, and the entire team was pinned. but one glimpse into green eyes had your walls crumbling down.

she grinned, laying a delicate hand on your cheek, thumb sweeping under your eye where tears still lingered. "i did save your ass," she teased, eliciting a huff of laughter from you. "but what happened wasn't your fault."

"i was so stupid," you choked, tears welling in your tired eyes.

"hey," she scolded, lifting her hand to brush her fingers through your hair. "you have a beautiful brain, not stupid."

she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your hair, then your cheek, and finally your lips. it was soft, gentle, pouring all the love she felt for you into it. you melted, cupping her neck to deepen the kiss.

when you both pulled away, breathless, you rested your forehead against hers. "thank you," you whispered weakly. "for being here."

"of course, my love. i'll always be here," yelena said truthfully. she inclined back, gazing into your eyes, smirking. "how 'bout i give you something else to think 'bout?"

What began as what Clark imagined could be a controllable crush, unraveled quite quickly. Or rather, the longer he spent in your presence, listening to acclaims of Superman falling from your lips, the more he wanted to pull you aside and have you sing of his praises while he worshiped you on his knees. But he couldn't jump straight to that, no. Ma and Pa had raised him better than that.

"What do you think of this for a tagline for my new article?" You asked, pulling him from his daydream. Your head popped up over the partition between your two desks to peer down at him. The black rimmed glasses you wore perched low on your nose.

"When worlds collide, and days are dark, the citizens of Metropolis can always count on Superman to keep the heavens from crashing into the horizon of our future." Your nose scrunched as you read it, the displeasure clear. "Nah, never mind. Too wordy. Who am I, Shakespeare?"

And just like that you disappeared behind the frosted plastic once more.

Clark stood up just as your fingers settled along the keyboard, unable to keep the question in any longer. "Do you want to go to dinner?"

"Now? It's barely 3," you responded, eyes glancing at your watch.

"No, like, later. We can go to that one Italian place Geraldine reviewed last week."

Your lips quirked into a smile, and Clark heard the distinct uptick in your pulse as you agreed.

And if dinner ended with Clark spilling the secret of his true identity…which led to him between your thighs, finally thanking you properly for your continual approving prose of Superman? Well. Who were you to complain?

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“What are you doing?” you hissed.

Bucky’s head swiveled, a devilish grin on his face. “Hey, darlin’. Just doing my rounds.”

“Uh uh.” You clicked your tongue and hastened forward, blocking his path. “You are not corrupting my human.”

“Corrupt?” Bucky tilted his head, hair flopping, revealing barely-there burgundy horns. “I’m not here to corrupt. I was sent to bring you to Hell.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, that is expired holy water.”

He reached inside his velvet waistcoat and drew out a notebook, flipping open to a page and sliding it into your hands. “See for yourself.”

Skimming the scribbled penmanship, you noted the exact similar details of the human listed and at the bottom was a picture of you, labeled outcast.

You scoffed, cheeks burning. “I’m not an outcast. I’m an angel, I have the halo to prove it.” You snapped your fingers, awaiting the glowing circle to appear over your head, but nothing happened.

Another snap, then another.

Still nothing.

“No, no, no…” You fumbled through your satchel, drawing out your heavenly passport. Flipping open the cover, the glowing words outcast were stamped under your picture.

The booklet slipped from your hand, realization dawning on you like nails puncturing your heart. “I’m…I’m…”

“Hey…” Bucky’s deep voice rumbled. “You’re going to be fine.”

Tears slid down your cheeks. “But, what am I supposed to do now?”

“You can stay with me if you want. You know, like old times before I was…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You knew this was the best option for the circumstances—damned as they were. And you also knew, every time spiritual worlds collide and days are dark, Bucky was always there to catch you.

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Bucky Barnes stands at the epicenter, vibranium arm gleaming under fractured lightning, directing the defense. Sweat stings his eyes, drips down his cheek, but he doesn’t falter. He has lost too much to ever dare let the universe take more.

A ripple of energy hushes the chaos. You descend, ethereal light cloaking your form. Mortals have forgotten beings like you; a goddess, guardian of realms. You used to weave their fates, and are now forced into the sidelines, watching men like Bucky for years. Decades. A soldier broken and rebuilt, fighting for redemption in a world that has been too hard on him.

He spins, gun raised. “I told you to stay away.”

You meet his steel-blue gaze, your expression soft despite the end of the world around you. A long time ago, you’d shared something. A kiss, a bed, hearts heavy with emotion—until Bucky realized who you were. What you were. He’d left before you had a chance to tell him you needed to be here.

“I told you I’ve seen too many worlds die,” you say, voice like silk on shivering skin.

“Stay back,” he growls, stepping forward with a hard gaze. “We’re handling this. We’ll seal the rifts and save everyone.”

A sad smile touches your lips as another portal tears wider, almost fully eclipsing the sun. “This is the day where worlds collide and days are dark,” you tell him as shadows swallow the city turned into battlefield.

Bucky freezes, recognition flickering for a moment. There is something human in you, even if he refused to see it the first time you revealed yourself to him. You extend your hand toward him, welcoming once again.

“Let me help, James.”

Hope settles in his eyes for the first in a long time. He takes your hand. And your worlds finally align.

On day one, no one bat an eye as the snow came down; starting out as a light dusting on the window ledges before quickly growing heavy.

Around mid-day on day two, Bob was the first to comment on it—something about it being perfectly ideal—with his nose pressed against the glass in an attempt to look down below.

By day five, you couldn't even remember the last time it wasn't actively snowing. A thick blanket of white now sits on any outdoor surface of the building it could settle on. The electric fire and the building's heating system was only doing so much in the large space while you, Ava, and Yelena lie bundled up on the couch.

"This is ridiculous," Ava mutters under her breath. "Stuck in this damn place and we're still cold. Can't Valentina find us a mission in Hawaii or something?"

Bucky sighs from a corner of the room where he's quietly cleaning his weapons. "That would be too kind. With our luck, she'll send us to Siberia."

Alexei saunters into the room, a large crooked grin on his face. "Reminds me of winter as child. Everything stayed frozen for months. If enough snow, we would go sledding for hours, all us kids. Made for good neighborhood bonding time. So fun."

Yelena rolls her eyes, sinking lower into the couch cushions as she tugs the blanket tighter around her frame.

As you continue to watch the snow fall, your mind begins to replay Alexei's words—tumbling around in your head incessantly until it finally hits you.

"That's it!" you exclaim, suddenly sitting up straight. Four pairs of eyes snap to you in surprise, though no one says a word. "We should go sledding!"

The air goes completely still in the room. No one moves a muscle, almost scared that if they do, you'll actually move forward with the idea and drag them outside where it's far colder. Even Alexei is frozen in place. Much to their dismay, you grin and pop off the couch.

"Come on! Team bonding activity!"

Still, no one moves. It's as though the room itself is holding its breath. After a few tense seconds, Bucky is the first to break the silence with your name slipping gruffly into the air.

"It's cold outside," he mutters.

You scoff, hands finding your hips. "Is the Winter Soldier afraid of a little snow?"

His lips part in surprise, a little offended but fighting back a chuckle at the audacity. He wanted to point out the temperature, the idea of trudging through snow just to get anywhere, or even traffic. Instead, he shakes his head, the smallest smile tugging at his lips, before finally saying, "Fine. Everyone bundle up."

By the time the group makes it to Riverside Park, not a single person is unhappy at the prospect of being there; letting loose for the first time in years despite the frigid cold. Well, everyone except Bucky.

"Why the long face?"

He's quiet for a moment. "I'm too old for this," Bucky mumbles, his hands gripping the hard plastic sled in his hands tighter than necessary.

"Scared you'll break a hip?" you tease. A quick bump with your shoulder has him grunting and shaking his head. "You'll be fine, Buck. Besides, kids do this. We'll go down together."

Bucky winces almost imperceptibly, his gaze moving through the park. Kids are everywhere—screaming and laughing without a care in the world—while parents converse with other parents as they watch their kids go down the hill.

Then he spots Bob—who somehow convinced John to join him on the only other two-person sled they could find—clamber onto the plastic with the widest smile you've seen in weeks.

"Is that supposed to reassure me? You, the person that trips over air, steering a sled?"

Before you can respond, Ava suddenly calls out with a wave, "Hey! Barnes! Race you two to the bottom!" She hops on her sled before you or Bucky can even process.

Unfortunately for him, you're not about to lose.

Snatching the sled out of his hands to his bewilderment, you throw it to the ground and climb on before urging him to follow your lead.

He stands there for a second too long, glancing down at you before looking back at Ava who's already sliding forward to go down the hill. Reaching up and grabbing his gloved hand, you yank him down and force him to sit right behind you.

He barely has a moment to wrap his arms around you before the sled is moving, his legs spread around you in a miserable attempt to fit two grown adults on a child's sled. Cold air whips around you, freezing the tip of your nose, but it doesn't stop the laughter bubbling out when Bucky clings just a little bit tighter, pressing his chest into your back.

Ava successfully makes it down the hill first, much to your disappointment, and it only takes a second of you not watching where you're going before Bucky stiffens behind you.

Before you can blink, strong arms throw you to the side, forcing you into the snow just as the front of the sled rams into a tree with a sickening crunch. You groan, sitting up on your elbows. Your legs are still tangled with his before he quickly climbs off the sled and crawls closer to you.

With a gloved hand cupping your jaw, his blue eyes roam over you carefully, concern evident all over his face.

"Are you okay?" His tone is hushed and full of worry. "Are you hurt?" His other hand moves to your arm as he glances down; checking over your arms, your hands, your legs, before meeting your gaze once more.

"I'm fine, Bucky," you say with a short laugh. "Are you okay?"

"I'd say things can't get worse, but I'm here."

You smack him in the arm with a loud laugh, making Bucky grin.

Ava runs over, hair flying. "Are you two okay? Do you not look where you're going?"

The rest of the team joins you quickly, each one displaying various degrees of concern. Upon seeing that you're unharmed and Bucky's ego is just a little bruised, they all begin the trek back up the hill, leaving you and Bucky sitting alone in the snow.

"Remind me never to let you drive. Clearly you can't be trusted."

Your jaw drops, brows furrowing as you turn to look at him. "You think it's so easy to drive a sled? You steer then."

"That would involve me getting back on one, and that's not happening."

"Not even if I begged?"

Bucky stares at you, something twinkling in his eyes. "Wouldn't hurt to try, would it?"

You snort. "Fine, stay down here and sulk in the snow while I go have fun and try not to hit you on the way down." Ignoring his loud loud groan, you stand up and adjust your coat before turning to pick up the sled—only to find Bucky's beaten you to it.

"What kind of team leader would I be if I let you put your life in danger…again? No more, I'm driving."

With a shake of your head and a silent gesture for him to lead the way, Bucky stands, squares his shoulders, and heads back up the hill for another race.

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