Tag: captain America

I’m Into You || Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Summary: Bucky is so in love with you. The problem is that you don’t know about this fact yet…

Warnings: none expect a lot of fluffiness and Bucky being a sweet dork

Words: 2516

Authors: Cass & Beast

Bucky was looking at his metal arm that was glistening with raindrops.

He was sitting at the balcony of his room at the Avengers Tower.

It was raining but he didn’t care about getting wet. It was one of these days when he was completely lost in the thoughts that were running through his head.

“Y/N… Ah, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled under his breath and ran hand through his already wet bangs.

Truth was that Bucky, the former Winter Soldier, was so in love with you. Yet, he had never found a courage to speak his mind aloud.

“Y/N, hi. I was thinking that… No.. It doesn’t sound good…” He rubbed his beard.
“Y/N. Would you mind me asking you to a…. Fuck.” He sighed deeply, hiding face in palms.

When he heard a knocking on his door, he went to open them.

You smiled at him standing in front of him but suddenly your smile faded away when you saw how wet he was.

“Bucky?! What happened? Have you been sitting at the balcony again? You will get sick one day.”

You entered his room and started to look for a fresh towel. When you found one, you walked to him and put it simply on his head.
“I know that you and Stevie are both after this Super Soldier Serum or something like this but you two still need to take care of your health.” You sighed as you were gently wiping his hair.

Bucky pulled towel out of your hands and quickly wiped his hair.

“No.. I mean yeah. I was at the balcony. I like rain. It helps to focus. It helps to realize a lot of things…” He paused and giggled shortly after. “Am I the only one who has an impression that I keep on talking without sense?”

He looked at you but quickly turned head away as he realized that he was wearing an old checkered shirt and frayed jeans. “But. Why did you come here? I mean, do you need something?”

You looked at him and shrugged.
“You missed your breakfast, Bucky. I and Steve got pretty worried about you. He asked me to check upon you.”

You took another tower and started to wipe his metal arm.

“How do you feel? Everything’s okay? I hope you won’t get sick..” You sighed sadly.

He shook his head slightly.

“I am used to being outside when it’s raining. And well, I am ill-tempered.” Bucky smiled proudly and briefly rubbed over his beard. “I am fine. I will eat dinner. Not hungry at the moment.”

Silence crawled between two of you.
After few longer moments Bucky realized he was staring at you.
He had been blinking few times before he dropped a statement.
“You look beautiful in that green shirt, Y/N. It suits you.”

You giggled and nodded.
“Yes, you are so "ill-tempered” that a few months ago you fainted at the gym with a fever of 40℃. Bruce had to put you into a bathtub filled with ice. I spend three weeks taking care of you.“ You looked at him with smile.

Then, you looked down at your shirt.
"Oh… Thanks, Buck… I hate that shirt. I got it from Sam for Christmas. I wear it only so he can think it was a good gift.” You shrugged.

He gave a nod.
“I see.”

Bucky swallowed hardly as he sat down on his couch.
“Y/N… Listen. I have a business to you…”

Bucky wanted to bite his own tongue after saying these words but it was already too late.

You blinked and gave a nod.
“Okay… What is it, Buck?” You asked and sat next to him on the couch.

“Would you mind me asking you for a….”

But Bucky wasn’t able to finish his sentence.

The door to his room was opened suddenly by Sam.
“There you are, Barnes!” Man rolled his eyes as he stepped in. “Your boyfriend’s looking after you. You were about to go on a mission together, y’know, mate? Fury ordered this so no offence!” Sam put his hands up in the air but a mischievous grin didn’t leave his lips for a second.

You looked at both men.
“Okay, so! I won’t bother you, Bucky. Dry yourself and get ready. We will talk when you will be back. Sam? During breakfast you said you wanna talk, right? So… let’s go and oh! Bucky!” You said and then smiled at him, “Good luck on your mission and be careful there. Please.”
After these words, you left Bucky’s room.

As soon as door were closed again, Bucky laid down on his bed, he took a pillow and screamed loudly into its material.

He was so frustrated now, he was almost sure that Sam has wanted to ask you for a date.

Bucky was laying like this for about five minutes and then he got up.

He quickly got dressed, putting on dark cargo pants and black combat boots, dark pullover and a bulletproof vest on top of it.
He put his hair into a ponytail and then left his room.

When Bucky left the room, you also were getting ready downstairs.

“Look, Buck! I am going on a mission with Sam! I can’t wait!” You jumped happily, already wearing your uniform.

You smiled at Steve.
“Take care of Bucky, Steve. I want him to come back in one piece.” Then you looked at Sam. “I hope you will take care of me too.” You giggled.

Bucky smiled politely but as he was passing Sam by, he threw other man a cold glance.

When Bucky noticed you were busy by talking to Steve, he pinned Sam to the wall of the corridor.

“Try to get too close to her and I will rip your fucking wings out of that ridiculous suit, you get it, Wilson?” Bucky hissed, leaning down to Sam.

“Hey, hey, hey… What the hell got into you, Barnes.” Sam growled. “As far as we both know, she isn’t your property or anything. This isn’t your old, war times, pal. Girls won’t jump into your arms just because of your pretty face. First come, first served.”
He muttered and pushed Bucky away then walked to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Okay, enough talking, it’s time to go and take down those bad guys, am I right, Y/N?” Sam asked, grinning.

You looked at him and nodded.
“Let’s go! See you later, guys!” You waved at Bucky and Steve and then left with Sam.

Steve looked at his friend.
“Everything’s fine, pal?”

Bucky hit the nearest wall with his metal fist.
“Fucking yes, Steven. Go on or we will be late again.” Bucky growled loudly, pushing Steve aside as he walked to the car.

He got into and looked at Steve.
“You’re going or not?”

This was a tough mission even to Bucky.

He was in Europe with Steve and alongside him, Bucky was fighting with some new gang that was terrorizing few of largest European capital cities.

But he couldn’t focus on his duties at all.
Especially during long, lonely nights, when his thoughts were drifting to you.

You sighed softly after a long day of fighting bad guys.

You sat on your bed and nuzzled to the pillow, thinking about Bucky.

Sam was really nice and funny but sometimes too annoying.

Weirdly, your thoughts were drifting to Bucky, you were missing him so much.

You closed your eyes and tried to catch some sleep, you couldn’t wait till next evening, when you was about to see Bucky again.

Steve and Bucky got out of the car at the driveway of Avengers Tower.

Both of men were tired after last few days.

Steve was grabbing some papers from the trunk and Bucky was packing his knives to the bag, when he saw with the corner of the eye that Sam’s car parked on the opposite side of the driveway.

Bucky, however, pretended to be busy with packing.

You were sitting on the couch in common living room.

You hissed quietly as Sam was stroking your leg that was bandaged.
“I told you to be careful. Cap was right, you never listen, Y/N.” Sam sighed.

You giggled.
“You know me. I try to do whatever I can. Even if I will get hurt. Just now I will have a problem… How I will be walking? Bruce said I can’t walk too much because of the injury.”

Sam smiled and gently rubbed your cheek.
“Hey, I can take care of you.” He said and hugged you tight.

You nuzzled to him.
“Thanks. You are a great friends, Sam.”

It was the moment when Bucky stepped into the room with Steve.

As Bucky saw you next to Sam, his face changed, reddening with a rage that was building in him.

“Hi, Y/N, Sam.” Steve nodded with a smile, he passed his friend and joined two of you on the couch. “How was it? Oh, Y/N! I knew you’ll come back hurt. As always. Our oaf!” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair.

Bucky was taking deep breaths, he was trying to calm himself down.

“C’mere, Buck, join us!” Steve winked at Bucky.

You giggled when Steve ruffles your hair.
“Yup! That’s me, Cap. Come on Bucky, join us.” You smiled at him.

“Yea, join us Barnes.” Sam said and then pulled you onto his laps, you didn’t protest.
“Look, now there’s enough of space for all four of us.” He said hugging you softly.

“How was your mission? Did everything go fine? Because like you can see, our mission wasn’t great in 100%.” You joked, pointing on your leg.

Bucky was staying in the same place without a move, soundlessly. He was only clenching his metal hand in fist from time to time.

“Thanks. I will stay.” He grunted through clenched teeth. “Our mission went amazingly well. We’ve wiped three entire towns off the bastards.” Man said, improving his bangs nervously.

You looked at Bucky.
“Bucky… Is everything fine? You make me worried. Come on, join us. I missed you so much and I would like to hear more.” You asked and give him the sweetest smile ever.

It was enough to trigger Bucky.

“FUCKING NO! I won’t be sitting next to the fucker that still tries to steal my beloved woman! I FUCKING LOVE YA, Y/N!” Bucky yelled loudly, almost breaking down. “This fucker always has to be around you! He does it with premeditation! But if you like him so much to be sitting on his laps, I fuck this shit. Imma out of this!” Bucky screamed as he dropped his bag on the floor, then he turned around and left the room cursing under his breath.

All three of you blinked surprised at Bucky’s outburst.

Tony walked into the room and looked at Sam and you.
“Fuck! So you wanna tell me that I have just really lost 500$? Because you got her before Barnes did?”

Sam sighed heavily and shook his head.

You looked at him with a frown.
“Seriously Sam? You are the worst! Friday! Tell me where Bucky Barnes is.”

“Mr. Barnes is outside, Miss.” Robotic voice answered.

“Great. Stave? Would you be so kind? I can’t walk.” You asked looking at your friend.

Steve only nodded and then picked you up, he slowly walked outside with you.

Bucky was sitting at the stairs in front of Avengers Tower.

He was lazily playing with the lock of his dark brown hair.

Bucky let himself to shade few tears while thinking of you and Sam.

“Buck? I brought you someone. I think you two should talk.” Steve said softly and sat you down next to Bucky.

You looked at him and sighed.
“Bucky… Hey. Talk to me… Listen. Sam… I really had no idea he was trying to do something. I thought he is just friendly.” You explained and gently touched his hand.
“Please, don’t be mad at me.”

Bucky thrusted your hand down off his shoulder.
“Don’t. Just don’t. You should go back to you bestie. He’ll be missing ya.”

Bucky shifted aside a bit, to be out of your range.
“I am not good enough. I know this, okay? Don’t worry, I won’t be trying ever again.”

You rolled your eyes and moved closer to him.
“Bucky. I don’t care about Sam now. Right now, I care only about you.”

You sighed and grabbed his hand.
“Bucky, listen. No one said you are not good enough. You are more than that. Look at me, Bucky.” You put your hand to his cheek.

Bucky sighed and turned his head toward you. His big, blue eyes were looking deeply into yours, his lips was slightly opened.

“Hey there, handsome.” You said quietly, stroking his cheek. “Bucky. Sam isn’t more than just a friend. Really, that’s all. You are the one that I care the most. You are the one that I think about whole time.” You squeezed his hand with your other palm.

Bucky smiled gently and finally found a courage.
He leant down to you taking your face in his hands, then he simply kissed your lips.

You purred quietly into the kiss and kissed him back.
You smiled softly at him after the kiss.
“Bucky? Before our mission… you have wanted to ask me something?”

Bucky nodded.
“Yes, Y/N.” He giggled as he looked around. “Okay, I don’t see Sam around, so… Would you mind me asking you for a dinner? We can eat something tasty, dance a bit… I mean, I know a nice place… If you wouldn’t mind me asking you…”

You smiled and nodded.
“That sounds almost perfect, Buck… But I need to say no…” You said sadly and looked away.

He stiffened.
“W.. What… Why? Did I do something wrong?” Bucky asked with sadness in his voice.

You looked at him.
“I would walk with you if there was no dancing.” You moved your injured leg. “I can’t dance with this leg.” You said and laughed.

Bucky shrugged.
“Yes. I didn’t think of it. Imma sorry. Maybe next time then.” He raised corners of his mouth in sad smile.

You took his hand and kissed it.
“How about a nice dinner and marathon of an old movies in your room, hmm? We will see where it will lead.” You said with mischievous grin.

He blinked and looked at you.
Within second he got what you meant and grinned back at you.
“I am just afraid Sam won’t be able to sleep that evening. And I’ll make sure of it.”
He kissed your cheek briefly and laid his head on your shoulder.

You laughed and stroked his hair.
“We both will make sure of it and… Tony has just won 500$.” You giggled and nuzzeld to him.

Bucky took a hold of your palm and giggled in a deep voice of his.
“Haha, that’s good, if it’ll be like this, he’ll be able to open a fund named "via Sam the loser”, hahaha!“ Bucky chuckled softly. "I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Bucky.”

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What have I done !? || Bucky x reader one shot

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Words: 1133

Warnings: major character’s death,
slight cursing, a lot of sadness & angst

SUMMARY: Bucky’s still in a shock
after a misadventure, as a result of which Captain America has died. Reader’s
trying to comfort him, even when the fault is on Bucky’s side…

Author: Rouge

A/N: story has
been written for the writing challenge made by @letsimagineitall

It was painful to see
him like this. All you could do was embrace him and let the torrent of his
tears to soak through your shirt. You could feel him clench his fists, not
knowing whether to be mad or to give up hope all together. You could hear him
silently screaming, suffocating with each breath he took holding onto his
pride. You ran your fingers through his hair, time and time again, in an attempt
to calm the silent war within his mind.

“Everything’s gonna be alright, Buck.”
You slowly stroked his muscular shoulder trying to comfort him as much as it
was possible.

“Go away,
Y/N!”
Bucky pushed your hand away aa he rose from the couch and went apace to the
huge window with a view on the city below.
He leant his metal forearm against the glass and let out a loud sigh wiping his
tears off.

You hesitated. You weren’t sure how will he react, when you will try to get
close to him again. You good knew he was a ball of anger now.
But you found a courage and slowly rose from the couch. You headed towards him.

“Don’t, Y/N.”
It sounded like an order, so you stopped immediately.

“Bucky.. Darling…”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Y/N!”
Bucky yelled loudly and went out of the room.

Instinctively, you’ve followed him.

He slammed into the bathroom door. Bucky didn’t care if you saw. He just broke
down. The sobs punched through, ripping through his muscles, bones, and guts.
Man pressed his forehead against the grimy stall door and began to let his
heart yank in and out of his chest.
His life crumbled in his fingertips.

You weren’t scared at that point. You knew you have to do everything. To calm
him down.

“Bucky” you mumbled quietly as you approached him. Your hand was
placed on his nape where you stroked him. “Calm. Down. And talk with
me.”

You were kinda surprised, when he didn’t pull away from you.
And when he sank onto his knees, you did same, embracing his shoulders.

He sobbed into your chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your shirt. You held
him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked your chest. A tiny lapse
let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again,
his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of
sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him
back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Hush, Buck… It wasn’t your fault, darling” you said in the most
mild tone you could ever make.

“I wanna disappear” he whispered quietly as he breathed heavily.
“You should be pretending you don’t know me. You should stay away from me.
I’m dangerous. It would be better if you would just erase me from your life,
Y/N..”

“I can’t just forget you. That’s not how it works” you told him
unhesitatingly.

He closed his eyes, his head has rested on your laps.

As you were stroking his nape, you let your thoughts flow at ease.

Two days before was the saddest day ever.
Bucky has killed Captain America.
It was nothing more but a misadventure.
Both men were on the mission to Serbia. There, they branch has been attacked by
enemies. They were taken by surprise.
Bucky managed to escape from under the firing. Of course, he was trying to come
back for Steve. He found his pal, when Captain was attacked by heavily armed
enemy soldier.
Trying to help his friend, Bucky took the aim and shot. He was aiming to the
foe.
But the other one was much faster. Guy pulled Captain ahead, using him as a
shield.
The bullet went straight through Captain’s chest, piercing his aorta.
The second man disappeared, when the chaos has reigned.
Bucky, being in panic and shock, was about to do something to save his friend.
But it was too late…

“B.. Buck…”

 

“Hush.. Oh God, hush, Steve. You need to stay
conscious. Do you hear me? Focus. Natasha!!
For fuck’s sake! Quickly!”

 

Steve choked
with his own blood.

“Oh God! Steve! STEVE! Motherfucker, don’t ya
dare to close those eyes!”

 

Steve reached
hand placing it in Bucky’s metal arm.

“Don’t…. D… Blame.. Yourself..”

 

“Shut up, pal. You need to stay calm.
Everything’s gonna be alright!”

 

Steve closed
his eyes.

Bucky pressed
the wound on his friend’s chest with his bionic hand.

“No! No! No! Rogers, you old prick, don’t do
this to me!! Natasha!!! You fucking
bitch, move your fucking ass up here! Steve’s dying!”

 

“Buck.. Cold.”

 

Huge tears
rolled over Bucky’s cheeks.

“Steve. I beg you. Stay with me. You have to
stay with me, brother. I won’t make this without you! We’re brothers under the
Sun.. Remember?”

 

“Mmmmhmm… Ah.. ..It’s burning..”

Captain’s
voice was nothing but a quiet whisper, although his lips seemed to not move at
all.

“Hush, Steve, I’m with you, pal.. Oh God, what
I’ve done..”

 

“…mmmmm.. I’ve… Accepted it.. Don’t…. Buck… It…
Feels… Like…….. Mmm.. Home..”

 

“Steve?! Dear God!! Steven!?”

 

Captain’s
chest stopped to move.

“I won’t forget you…” Bucky, trembling all over his body,
reached with his metal fingers to Steve’s eyes and he slowly closed them down. “You’ll never be replaced…
Forgive me..”

Captain America has passed away in Bucky’s arms.

“I’m a monster. How can you even look at me?” his voice has broke
down. “I’m a fucking murderer. It will be better if you will forget me.
Forget us.”

“I won’t.”
This time you hissed angrily.
“You know I love you. No matter what. We are a couple. I’ll be with you
for good and for bad.”

He nuzzled to your knees.
“Look. Imma mess. I’ve let all those people down.. I’ve let myself down.
I’ve killed Captain. I’ve killed my friend.. I’ve murdered him…”

You wanted to slap him in the face. He was pissing you out with blaming
himself. It was an accident. And everyone knew it.

“I will never leave your side. We’re in this together.”

As you touched his yet wet cheek, he shivered under your touch.

“Will.. You won’t leave?” he raised his chin to look you in the eye.

“Never. And I won’t forget you. You’re the best thing in my life.”

He nodded.

You woke up in the middle of the night after a terrifying nightmare.
Instinctively and blindly, you touched the second part of your bed.

You let out a sigh of relief, when your hand rested on his bionic limb.
He was there. He didn’t run away.
It was a sign. That he was trusting you. That was the most important.
You knew a hard time was about to come.
But you were prepared. Not only for yourself.

Mostly for him.

Be my autumnal muse  ||  Steve Rogers x Reader one shot

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Words: 1388

Warnings:

none at all, just pure fluff 🙂

SUMMARY:

Reader and Steve Rogers are on a walk, observing the color palette of
nature. At the end, Steve confesses, that he’s into Reader and asks her to be
his muse.

Author:

Rouge

A/N: This
story has been written for the writing challenge created by @fanlove-fandomlife

You stared at the leaves falling from the trees. It was quite
breathtaking, at the most. Utterly beautiful. First a green leaf, then shortly
afterwards a yellow leaf stained with bits of orange and green. They hit the
ground lightly, making no sound effects. You could stay there all day,
observing the utmost gorgeous pattern of the leaves dying off of the trees.

“Steve!”
you turned around.

Steve was sitting on the bench under huge, old willow, he was drawing in his
sketchbook.

“Yes, Y/N? What’s up?” he asked lazily, not taking his eyes from the
sketch he was making.

You rolled your eyes and walked to him slowly, still looking around with
admiration.

“Instead of drawing, you should take a look around, dear!” you
giggled happily, taking a seat next to him and putting your head onto his
shoulder. “Just look! Down they come like multicoloured rain. Golds, reds
and browns. They are a myriad of shapes and sizes, these leaves that clothed
the trees. Now they are discarded like last seasons fashions and left to become
part of the soil. But before that happens they make the most splendid mosaic
that is unique in all the world. And yet we’re here to witness it in this
moment, it’s so precious!” you were talking about leaves and colors like
it would be the last thing you’ll ever see.

Steve had made some more lines, before he closed his sketchbook.
He gave you a look and ruffled your bangs.

“Y/N, you’re too exaggerated sometimes.”

You frowned softly, pulling away from him.
“Why are you saying so?”

Blonde man pecked your lips.
“You put too much attention in such a fleeting stuff. You should focus on
more important things, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes theatrically.
“Says the man, who could spend whole day by drawing” you cocked your
brew. “Steve, please. Stop being so stubborn and serious! Just live with a
moment!” you quickly got up from the bench and you grabbed him by his
sleeve. “C’mon! Let’s take a walk! You were drawing for last half an hour!
”

Reluctantly, Steve followed you, getting up and closing his sketchbook. Man
slipped it under his arm.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the alley.

Holding his palm, you were walking slowly by his side, looking around and
breathing with fresh, chill air.

“I’ve read the poems from before the war. They tell of trees changing
color, pumpkins and thanksgiving. It must have been nice back then. It sounds
like a cosy life” you broke the silence between you two.

Steve’s face changed within second.
He became so pensive, kind of a little smirk appeared in the corner of his full
lips.

“Yes. It was a cosy life..” he mumbled, but his voice was nothing more
then a whisper.

You gave his hand a firm squeeze.
“So now you should understand, what I find so interesting in observing the
nature. It’s so relaxing to me, letting all bad emotions disappear” you
explained shortly.

Steve only nodded, still overwhelmed by his memories.

You both continued your walk through the park.

Red, orange and yellow, in various different shades. All of them floating
gracefully on the soft breeze. It was as if a friendly hand was gently lowering
them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air, whispers and
mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water
after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing
everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over
their long, lonely years.
You were absorbing everything. The nature was simply breathtaking in her color
palette.
With a corner of your eye you’ve noticed, that Steve also was delighted by
variegation of the world.

Finally, you and Steve reached a small lake and it was where the alley has
ended.
A deep sense of serenity overcame both of you as you stared in rapture at the
expanse of blue that lay before you. Rays of lights danced delicately across
the water, birthed from the afternoon sun that both limited your sight and made
the view all the more beautiful.

Steve smiled gently, looking at you.
“Would you mind me, if I would ask you for something now?” he
inquired.

You eyed him carefully, not being sure, what has he wanted from you.
“Yes, I suppose…” you answered.

“Can I ask you to pose for me, Y/N?” the smile was still on his lips
and his cheeks blushed a bit.

You felt a heat on your cheeks within a second, so you turned your head to
watch the lake.
“I wouldn’t mind…” you whispered softly, trying to calm yourself
down.

You were sitting at the large rock on the shore of the lake patiently, waiting
for Steve to end his masterpiece. 


“Can you turn your head a bit? Oh yes. Just like that.”

Steve was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against a tree trunk. He was
putting all the effort into his drawing.

“Have I ever told you, how much I adore your facial features, Y/N?”
Steve’s voice was soft like never before.

“Hihi, no, you haven’t” you giggled happily, covering your mouth with
a palm.

“Hey! Don’t move, Y/N! The lightning!” Steve chuckled tenderly, then
once again he focused on the draw.

“Yes, yes, sorry, my bad” you sent him a warm smile.

You were observing with a smile, how few little leaves fell down onto Steve’s
head. You couldn’t help and let out a short laughter.
“You look like a prince in the crown.”

Steve raised his chin a bit and narrowed his brows, then he reached to his hair
and his face has brighten up.
“Haha, very funny, Y/N!”

After some time, Steve rose from the ground and flicked his jeans from sand.

“Done. Wanna see?” he reached his sketchbook towards you.

Gladly, you got up from your place and approached blonde man. You took the
sketchbook into your hands and looked at the drawing he recently has made.

“Oh Gosh..” you mumbled. “It’s.. It’s beautiful, Steve!
But…”

You took a careful look at the drawing again and your heart stopped for a
second.

You were on the foreground, the lake was a background. He has drew you so
smoothly, emphasizing every attribute of your beauty.

In the left lower corner of the page you found a little dedication, which took
your breath away.

For my beloved Y/N. You’ve always been in my mind. With love, Steven

You’ve swallowed slowly, before you look into his eyes.
“Why you didn’t tell me earlier?” you asked quietly.

But Steve only took his sketchbook from your hands amd closed it, then he leant
down to you and he placed a lovingly kiss to your soft lips.

You were too shocked to protest and the truth was you either didn’t want to
protest…

You gave the kiss back, automatically pulling closer to his chest.

“How long?”
“Since the day I’ve met you, Y/N” Steve said sincerely, looking you
straight in the eyes. “As you can see, it took me so long to find a
courage.”

You nuzzled to his chest, feeling incredibly safe there.

“The most important, that you’ve finally found it so you could be honest
with me” you reached his jawline and stroked over his cheek.

“So.. In the light of new circumstances.. Would you go with me for a
date?” his cheeks were blushing hardly.

You nodded slightly.
“With a pleasure.”

You saw a little sparks of happiness into his beautiful blue eyes.

Your hand found his palm and you tangled your fingers with his.
“Let’s go back home, Mr Rogers the Artist” you chuckled.

He smirked on you, nodding, then Steve raised his chin to look at the autumnal
sunset, which was building on the horizon. Man squeezed your palm tightly, and
after that he let your hand free to wrap both his strong arms around you.
You hugged to him as closely as you could. You felt, how he has rested his chin
on the top of your head. He took a deep breath.
“I want this moment to last forever.”

You moved closer so that he felt your presence, yet stayed quiet, allowing him
to stay lost in the moment a while longer.

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Don’t Let Go || Part I

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Words:

1118

Warnings: none

SUMMARY:

You’re being saved from
death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious
relationship?

Author: Ailo

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Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.

You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt.

“Hang on.”

You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.

So cold…

You’re being lifted up. You know because your vision suddenly swarms, and you feel nauseous.
“Stop that…” you say weekly to the one responsible for your sudden unwelcome state.

You’re resting against something hard, bulky, warm, that beats in rhythm… You realize you’re being carried bride-style, the person’s arms you were in on your back and under your knees.
You snuggle into the warmth, burrowing your face and the cold tip of your nose in the person’s neck. The one carrying you takes a sudden breath, heart-beat accelerating slightly against your side for a moment before returning back to its normal, steady beating.
You don’t speak. Neither does the other, who just walks. Walks where exactly ? You can’t recall a destination being set, just being picked up and carried away.. and not in Disney princess style, as you can’t seem to be able to muster enough strength to open your tired eyes.

Somewhere along the way, the other’s body heat having warmed you up during the walk, you fall asleep, gripping the person’s shirt tightly into your hands, like a man at sea would a life line.
And you fall, fall slowly into slumber, the steady beating of the heart acting like a lullaby, the steady and regular pace of the other rocking you to sleep.

And then everything turns to hell.
You’re being put down to rest against a tree, the sound of gunshots ringing in your head.
“Don’t worry” says a voice. You open your eyes, trying to get a glance of the person who you know has been taking care of you.
“Everything is going to be all right… I’ll come find you after I get them off of our backs…”
You can’t even nod, can’t even voice your acknowledgment to the person. You try harder to get your sight to focus and put a face on the voice.
A man. That you can make out of the blur. The voice is that of a man. Yellow… a blond, then. His hair are disheveled… And then, out of nowhere, two blue orbs pop out. A blond with blue eyes then. A pretty shade of blue, at that, the color not cold but warm and making you want to trust those eyes… A smile, trying to hide the worry and the marks of fatigue on the man’s face.

“I promise I’ll be back soon.”

And then, nothing. He disappears from your vision. You can see the grey sky, heavy clouds announcing rain… It’s pretty, standing against the luscious green of the trees around you… Gunshots again. Yells. The sound of hand to hand combat. Bullets resonating against something metallic…

You hope your blue eyed savior is alright.

The gunshots stop.

You start counting… 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… You lose count after 13, when the first drops of rain fall down onto your face.

Suddenly he is here again. Takes you back into his arms.
“Miss me ?” he asks jokingly. “We’ll be safe soon.”

You don’t care. Now you know you’ll be alright. You close your eyes, let out a content sigh and bury your nose in the man’s neck once more, drifting back to sleep, only this time completely letting go…

You hear a door opening and closing seconds later. You feel good… you’re on something soft… a mattress… You’re warm again, your head doesn’t hurt as much as before…

There is a weight on your right hand.

You open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the sunlight peaking through the curtains…
You are faced by a wall. A white one.

A hospital then.

You turn your gaze to the right.
The blond man is here, hands over your smaller one, head resting upon his arms.

Has he been here since you were brought in?

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He looks cute, with his hair still a mess. You move your left hand you put it in his hair. He wakes up, startled by the contact. Now that you can see his face, all disoriented from waking up, you decide he is even cuter. No… handsome is more the appropriate word. He his handsome.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

You smile.
He takes both your hands in his larger ones, gripping them tightly.

“How are you?” he asks, looking you straight into the eyes.
“Better than before. Thank you for saving me..”

God, how cheesy you must sound.

Even to you it sounds like a line from the romantic comedies you used to watch with your friends in high-school.
You’re cut in your train of thought, when you notice him blushing.

“What about you? How are you?”
“Fine.” he says, shrugging.
“Did you eat?”
“Yes, I had the nurse bring me a tray earlier…”
“Why didn’t you leave?” you frown a bit.
“Sorry?” he looks taken-aback.
“Why are you still here?” you ask again.

You mentally hit yourself for your choice of words as soon as you see his expression change, he now looks lost, like a puppy who had just been kicked by its owner.

“I can leave if…” he tries to rise from his seat, hesitating.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t understand why you’d choose to stay here while we don’t know each other.”

Fuck, you cursed in your thoughts. You are kinda pitiless to him now. And that man has saved your life..

He stiffens.
“I… I don’t know… you just… I wanted to make sure…”
“It’s alright.” You say softly, getting one your hands out from his grasp. You slowly put it on his cheek.
“Thank you.”

It’s his turn to smile now. And that smile is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment, I first saw you, knew my heart could not be free, man’s heart skips a beat, when those thoughts forms deep in his mind as he observes you carefully with his blue eyes. I couldn’t left you there to die.

He remains silent however for a second.

“I’ve never asked you for your name..” blonde man esquires.

“Y/N” you say simply. “And does my savior has a name though?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course” he scoffs, blue eyes lighting up his face. “Steve. Steve Rogers.”

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Stutter || Loki x Steve Rogers one shot

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Words: 740

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Loki sits in a glass
cell. Steve Rogers tries to understand Loki’s motivations, but the God of
Mischief has other plans towards Captain.

Authors: Rouge and Cass

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Steve looked around as he entered the rather big
room with a cage made of glass on the middle.
At first he shot his blue eyes closed because of a bright light filling the
room.

Loki smiled awfully. “Captain Rogers. Welcome
into my little glass prison. What have I done to deserve such a GREAT honor?”
black haired man said looking at Steve with soft frown.

Steve swallowed hardly, but he did his best to
remain calm.
“I came to ask who exactly do you think you are? Who gave you a right to
just come here and start a fight? What do you want?”

“Me? I’m Loki,
the God of Mischief, and you? Who exactly do you think you are to fight against
God? Just a man dressed in a flag. Funny” Loki muttered.

Steve blinked
and he rushed his steps in the direction of the glass.

“Listen to me
now, Loki. I don’t know you, but I know you’re trying to make a mess here, and
forgive me, but it’s not gonna happen. At least not when I’m here. I’m
responsible for those people” Steve clenched his teeth and leant his forearm
against the cold surface.

Loki only
laughed and walked closer to the glass. “Too bad that one of you already is
under my control. Watch out, Captain, or you will start to stutter because of
your huge anger.”  

Steve
automatically frowned, observing every single move of the black haired man.
“Are you threatening me?” blonde man asked strongly.

Loki shrugged
with small, mischievous smile on his lips. “No.. No, no, of course no… How could I try to threaten such a…. Great and brave man like you.” Man
said and snapped his fingers. “I’m only… warning you Captain.”

Steve hit the glass with fist.

“Tell me, what the hell you want!”

“I wanna rule this world! You, humans, are so
pathetic… so fragile, so naive. You were made to be ruled, to be slaves!” Loki
growled softly, smile has never left his lips.

Steve wanted to raise his voice, but suddenly he
started to choke. After few moments he managed to calm his breath down. But
when he was about to say a thing, he found another obstacle.

“I…. I… I wi.. wi.. will never le… le.. let you
t… t.. to do thi.. i.. this!”

Loki laughed softly.

“You see? I told you, Captain, be careful with
your voice and anger.”
Man walked to glass even closer and looked at Steve carefully, raising his
eyebrow.

“Protector of Midgard have problems with his
speech? Or maybe it’s something from your previous life, huh, Mr Captain?”

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Steve grunted few times.

“I.. I… W.. w… w… what have y… y… you done to..
to me?!” Captain took a step back, looking around in a panic, he didn’t know
what was happening.

Loki turned around and simply walked away from
glass.
God slowly sat on a ground and watched panicked man, he had to admit this was
so much fun to him.
“Me? How could I do anything? I’m closed in this glass cage, which were built
for your green monster-friend. I did nothing.”

Steve choked even more.

“Loki! S…. S.. Stop it n.. Now!” Steve growled.

Suddenly, another person came into the room. It
was no one else but Thor.

“Loki. Stop it now” he raised his voice, looking
straight at his brother.

Loki blinked.

“Oh! And here he is, my dear brother.”

Man got up and looked at his ‘older brother.
“Hello brother. I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Black haired man only smiled and looked at Steve. “Oh brother,I didn’t do
anything bad” He shrugged.

Thor smirked wryly.

“Loki. I won’t repeat twice.”

Tall man was crumpling Mjolnir in his hands.
“Give him his voice back. Now” Thor pointed at Steve.

Loki frowned softly and snapped his fingers
again. He rolled his eyes. “You know how to spoil my fun time, brother.”

When within few seconds Steve was able to talk
normally again, he shook Thor’s hand.

“Thanks” Captain coughed a bit. “I was afraid I
won’t be able to talk without stutter ever again” man laughed nervously.

Then he looked at Loki.

“And you…” he snapped. “We will see if you’re
gonna be so brave if nothing will be separating us from each other.”

"I will be brave when you will start to s…
s… s-stutter again, Mr Captain” Loki smiled at Steve meanly.

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Don’t get caught || Bucky Barnes drabble.

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Words: 1680

Warnings:

Slight smut

SUMMARY: A nice training with Bucky

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was one
of these days, when Bucky was full of rage. He recently has came back from very
tough mission in Eastern Europe. He has been sent to Nizhny Novgorod and he had
to invigilate the training of young Shield’s recruits.

Now,
brunette was at the gym, where he was doing his cardio training, trying to get
rid of bad emotions.

You went at
the gym out of pure boredom, your day was really boring, so you decided to go
there and do something.

Shirt and
shorts were all that you were wearing at the moment, you felt comfortable in
that outfit.

You entered
the gym and looked around, then you looked at Bucky and smiled at him. “Hey
there, Barnes!”

Bucky’s
eyes wandered slowly over you. “Hi” he only mumbled under his breath.

He didn’t pay too much attention to your
presence in the room, he just kept going with his exercises

You frowned
softly and walked to him. “Hey, why are you so angry today, huh?”
your eyes wandered slowly from top of his head to his toes. You licked your
lips a bit and smiled at him.

Bucky was
lifting weights, putting his whole attention to the exercise. He was slowly
tautening his muscles to slacken them after few moments. “Why so curious,
Y/N?”

“I’m
always worried about my friends and my team mates.” You looked at him
worried.

Bucky chuckled darkly.
“And tell me, Y/N, since when me and you are friends?” he gave you a
look, the specific one, which was reserved only for special occasions, when
Bucky was really not in a mood to conversations.

You rolled
your eyes theatrically and you sighed heavily, you always were trying to be
nice to this guy.
“Hmmm. Let me think.. Maybe since Cap forced Tony to take you to the team and
since Cap even brought you here? Maybe since that day.” You muttered annoyed.

Bucky
stopped for a while, putting barbells onto its place.
“Heh, yeah.” he looked at you briefly, then he grabbed his towel and
went at the other side of the gym. “Did anyone tell you, that you’re
annoying, Y/N? Can’t you see I am trying to do my daily workout? And can’t you
see I need to stay focused?” man sighed deeply. “What’s your
business?”

“Nope!
Cap says I’m sweet and Stark likes fact that I care.” You said, watching
him from behind. “Everyone likes me… well, maybe 99% of the team.”
You shrugged.

“So I
am that 1 missing percent” Bucky chucked. “Well.. Yea. Listen to the
man, who has been stucked in the ice for last 70 years and the man, who only
knows, how to love himself and how to be a narcissus” Bucky looked at you
above his metal arm.

“Heh,
still better than listen to the man that spent like… last 70 years as a
psycho killer controled by Hydra.” You smiled at him. “Why you are so
behind everyone, Bucky… it’s so sad…” you said quietly with sadness.

Man shrugged slightly. “I used to be
alone. And I still appreciate it. As you could saw for last months, I am
definitely not a social type of person. I like to be on my own, without bunch
of ‘fake’ friends around” his blue eyes, after little travel along your
figure, have stopped on your eyes. “Now. Let me finish my training.”

You walked
closer to him.
“Come on Bucky, how do you know,
that they are ‘fake’, if you even didn’t give them a chance.” You stood
next to him. “Look, when Cap brought me here from S.H.I.E.L.D., I was
scared of everyone. Everyone looked so serious and scary, but I gave them a
chance and look, I don’t have any fake friends. There are people, that really
wanna be friends with you.”

Bucky
rolled his eyes.
“I think I’ve made myself clear enough. I don’t need others.” Man
continued his training.

You grabbed
Bucky’s metal hand tight. “No, it’s not ‘clear enough’ for me. I can see
you aren’t like this, Bucky. I know you are different… Just tell me what’s
wrong. Because I’m worried, and I am not the only person who’s worried about
you.” You said, frowning.

“Nothing.
I had a tough mission. And I want to relax a bit. And it’s my way to do so,
Y/N” he snapped angrily. “Listen, doll, it’s a gym. Can you take your
sweet little butt and take a step or two away from me, huh? Maybe train a bit
too, it’s gonna help you to think clearly.”

“So
come on, let’s train. Come at me, bro!” You said. smiling at him.
“Come on, show me, how much of relax do you need, unless you are scared of
me.” Your smile changed from nice one into shabby within second.

One of
Bucky’s brews slowly rose, when a grimace crawled onto his rough lips.
“Are ya kidding me, doll? You don’t have any chances.”

Bucky wiped
his hands into towel, then he tossed it on the bench and slowly went into your
direction.

You got
ready on him, you were scared because this guy was three times bigger than you.

‘I hope he will be gently,’ you thought to yourself and bite inside of your
cheek, looking at him.

Bucky was
looking straight into your eyes, without any signes of hesitation.

With one
huge step he approached you and grabbed you by your left forearm, at the same
time undercutting your legs. Both of you lost the balance immediately and you
both fell onto the ground.

“Oh,
shit!!” You growled and let out a loud whimper, when you hit the floor
with your back.

You tried
your best to free yourself from his grasp, but there was no chances for it,
Bucky was just too strong for you.
“Damn you, Barnes.” You growled deeply, wiggling like a crazy.

Laying on
top of you, Bucky was smiling proudly as he was looking down on your face.
“Doll, I’ve been telling ya, that you ain’t gonna beat me.” His
bangs, wet from sweat, fell on his eyes.

You turned your head to him.
“Maybe…” you quickly grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to
yours, than you kissed his lips hardly.
A mean smile appeared on your face.
“But I can do different stuff..” you whispered with a quiet purr.

Bucky at first was trying to pull away from you, but within
a second he got all comfy and gave a kiss back. It was a messy kiss, full of
rush and insecurity.

“You kissed me back..” you said quietly and moved
your hand through his hair.
“But… Why so shy, Bucky?”

Bucky swallowed hardly, licking his lips.
“It’s a bit inappropriate..” brunette mumbled quietly against your
soft lips, brushing them with his rough one.
His metal hand has been placed on your hip. “I think I will rethink our
relationship, Y/N.”

Quiet giggle left your lips, then you slowly turned around
in his arms.
Your lips started slowly kiss his neck.
“Oh really… So… I’m not annoying anymore?”

Bucky didn’t respond, kissing your clavicle and slipping his
impatient hands under your shirt.

“Come here.” You whispered and pulled him into
deep kiss, while you started to rub yourself against his crotch.

Bucky let out a moan, pushing his tongue into your mouth and
humming deeply. His cold metal fingers were running along the curve of your
waist.

You whimpered loudly into the kiss and clenched your arms
tighter around his neck.

Bucky placed himself completely between your legs, slowly
pulling your shirt up to reveal your breasts.

But suddenly..

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OVER HERE!?” a loud
yell could be heard next to the door.

You blinked and looked up, your vision was upside down, but
you could see Tony, who was angry as hell and Steve, whose face was covered in
a blush.

“Bucky….. Y/N… What you two are doing here…”
Steve asked, obviously shocked by an unexpected view.

“Exactly! What the fuck!” Tony crossed his arms
over his chest, cocking his brow. “We left you for 5 minutes, and you just
fooling around with Mr Barnes?! Y/N, I don’t recognize you!”

You could feel, how your face is getting hotter. “I…
I… I just….” You bite your lips and hugged to Bucky tightly, hiding
your face into his chest.

“Tony, calm down.” Steve said softy.
Than he looked at Bucky.
“You…. get off of her and help her get up.” Steve muttered.

Bucky, with a huge blush on his cheeks followed Steve’s
order without complaining. He offered you his metal hand and helped you to get
up.

“C’mon guys, it’s just a wrestling” Bucky used the
only explanation, which came to his mind.

Tony laughed shortly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus,
give me some patience, please” Stark put his hands up in a gesture of
helplessness.

You quickly got up and pulled your shirt down, looking at
man with a stupid smile on you lips. “I don’t think this explanation will
work.”

“Of course it won’t.” Blond man growled softly.
“You should be happy, that they haven’t done anything else.” Steve
looked at Tony.

Stark shrugged, turning around. “I see you in my
office, Barnes. 5 minutes!” he ordered harshly before he left the gym.

Bucky improved his sweatpants and went to Steve.
“Sorry, pal.”

“Just go there before he will kick you out of the
tower.” Steve sighed heavily, patting his friend’s shoulder.

You improved your shorts a bit and went to Steve. “Cap,
I’m so sorry… So so so so sorry.” You whimpered. “But I couldn’t
stop myself from… him.” You sighed sadly and looked down.

Steve smiled at you when Bucky was gone. “Good work,
Y/N. Don’t let him be alone.” he whispered.

A/N: Hello guys, Beast’s here. I just wanna say I found it super interesting and developing to write stories for you in cooperation with my beloved girlfriend. And, besides, I wanna share with you little information (yeah, I can’t stop myself from boasting), so… We got engaged  Now I have an honor to call Cass my fiancée.
Hope you all are gonna have great weekend, pals!

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Smartphone || drabble

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Words: 1059

Warnings: none at all

SUMMARY: 

Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone

Request by: Anonymous

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was a day like many else before. Bucky,
sitting on the couch at the Avengers’ Tower, was playing with a little object
in his hands.

Steve walked to him and looked at lil
object. “Is it Stark’s phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his
stuff.” Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.

“Yeaaah, I’ve heard all this before,
pal” Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the
screen. “I like to make him mad. Besides. It’s only a piece of metal and
glass.”

“A piece of metal and glass that is
really important for him, just like for everyone in these days.” Steve
only shrugged. “I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or
whatever… In our times we didn’t have stuff like this.” He muttered.

“Heh” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“That dude can’t spend even 5 minutes without this device. I’m curious
what he would do if I would hide it somewhere…” Bucky giggled under his
breath. “Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but
better.”

“One day he will kick you out of here.
You are cruel for him. Father’s day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words
"I love my dad” and you HAD to add “Sorry Tony” using
permanent marker.“ Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend.
"What are you doing there?” He said and slowly looked at phone.

“Oh, c’mon Stevie!” Bucky poked
Steve’s leg. “I just wanna see his reaction” brunette got up and
looked around. “Maybe here…” he approached the bookshelf and when
he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen.
“Fuck!”

“Hey, hey!” with flash hand he
carefully moved his finger along the screen. “The fuck is that, Steve?
I’ve never seen something like that before..”

“It’s just a phone Bucky. I saw how
Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do
whatever he wants.”

“Lemma try this” Bucky, without a
blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. “Oh.. How many
numbers… Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations” Bucky chuckled
darkly.

Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of
his head. “Remember that those numbers can be also important for
him.” He said. “Maybe try to touch the other… lil picture on this
phone.” Steve said, he couldn’t help said he became a bit curious.

Bucky looked at his pal. “Really,
man?” he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve’s advice and he
touched another icon. “Shit, man, I’ve just started recording…
Wait!” Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. “Hi, Tony! Don’t
worry, your phone is a good hands!” Bucky waved to the camera.

“Just don’t kick him out Tony, please.
Turn it off back. Now” Steve muttered. “Gimme that.” Steve took
the phone and returned to the couch. “What else can be here..?” Man
said and looked at his friend.

Bucky eagerly followed his friend and
jumped on the couch. “Hey, I wanna see too!”

“Stark is gonna kill us pal.”
Steve smiled softly and opened phone’s gallery. “Oh… look at that,
photos… and there is our video… shell we look at all photos?”

“Are ya kidding me, Steve?!”
Bucky blinked. “Sure! We have to!” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around
Steve’s shoulders to see phone better.

Steve laughed shortly. “Sooo…”
He started look trough photos. “So… there is Pepper… Rhodey in
hospital… This new kid, Parker, and of course… photos with many different
women… Now you Buck.” Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.

“Pepper would be soooo mad” Bucky
pretended to be sad. “Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking
like a bird.” Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark’s twitter.

“You aren’t good in pretending.”
Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. “What is it, pal?”

“Once I saw how Stark was.. How he
said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing… Or something like
that..”

Steve only shook his head. “I think
I’m too old for this, Buck.”

“Me too… But..” Bucky managed
to use the keyboard.

STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO

After writing he presses on the “post
it” button. “Done.”

Steve laughed. “Soo! What now? Maybe
he has some music here? I’m wonder what is he listening to.”

Bucky tried to click another icon, but
somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. “Fuck
me.”

Steve blinked. “Yea! I told you.”
He frowned. “What now?”

“PAAAARKEEEEERRR!” Bucky yelled
loudly.

“Really, Buck. What he’s gonna do? He
is just a kid.” Steve muttered looking at his friend.

“PARKER, move your lazy ass
here!!!” Bucky yelled again.

“What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or
something else what is very evil?!” Peter jumped into room really
surprised and confused.

“Catch it, kid!!” Bucky threw
crushed phone at Parker’s direction.

“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark’s phone…
What have you done?“ He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault.” He
pointed at Bucky.

“Traitor” Bucky poked Steve’s
shoulder. “I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this..
So.. None of my fault” he giggled.

“Um…” Peter looked at Bucky
even more confused.

Steve sighed deeply. “Bucky, he is
just a kid. You can’t treat him like this.”
Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. “Go to
your room. I will take care of this.”

Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the
room.


~Few hours later~

"My phone… Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into
every place where he could possibly left his phone.
Kitchen -no.
Bathroom – no.
living room – no.
Bedroom – no.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it
for me?” He muttered deeply annoyed.

“I can’t do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers
left something in your office.”

Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office.
He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note.
Tony walked closer and saw that this ‘something’ was his phone. Crushed.
He looked at the note.
"Hey, Tony… Your phone had small accident… Bucky is sorry. –
Steve”

Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.

“BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT
TOUCHING MY STUFF!”

Believer || Part I

~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment
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Words: 1910

Warnings: none at all

SUMMARY: MCU Crossover With Tomb Raider 2013

Request by: Anonymous

Author: Rouge

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“Come here, boys! We have fresh meat over here!”

The man had appeared out of the foliage with barely a rustle of his announcement. His clothing was weather worn and threadbare, a suggestion of a harsh life. He could see stains of questionable and queasy origins spattered here and there, dark like ink but not with the same texture, not at all. His hair was dark and greasy, his scratchy beard thick. The leer in his eyes and the crooked smirk weren’t welcoming either. He had a gun. Bucky recognized it simply because he had grown accustomed to their sight over the many years.

He was alarmed when he began to pick out more bodies emerging into sight from the darkness of the forest, some up high on overhanging precipices; several were in trees, and the rest on the ground, flanking the first man. Some had rifles. Others, pistols. He even noticed, oddly enough, some were armed with bows and arrows.

All were aimed at him.

“If this is your welcoming committee, then I shudder to think about the reception of guests you fail to successfully entertain. This is rather poor in taste, if you ask me.”

The first man, the leader of the ragtag bunch, scowled and spat out a curse at him. It took Bucky a moment to realize he had spoken Russian, the dialect heavy as the syllables growled over one another. It took him another to realize what the man had said.

“Fucking smart ass. I’ve shot men for less insult.”

He jerked the gun in his hand, pointing a vague direction for Bucky to move. Bucky didn’t. Instead, he addressed the man in his apparent native tongue. “Where are you taking me?”

The Russian was unimpressed at being addressed in his mother tongue, even if he did give pause.

“Move!”

The weapon’s hammer was cocked back for emphasis, a loud and unsettling click that cleaved the very air with its sound. He startled when one of the men suddenly pitched forward with barely a grunt and hiss of air issuing from his mouth. He fell forward, his weapon—a rifle—clattering to the forest floor with a loud clatter, tangling in the undergrowth. An arrow protruded from the Bucky man’s backside.

The Russian barked at his men, stirring them into action and they scrambled into organized chaos. The Russian turned on him, the barrel of the gun reestablished on him. He hissed away, stalking forward to close the gap between him and Bucky.

“She’s come for you, boy,” he growled, a dark light sparking in his eyes. “I’ll kill you before she gets a chance to even see your face.”

The gut punch had the taller man doubling over, wheezing heavily at the strike. Bucky wasn’t aiming to kill or maim the man, simply disarm him and relocate. The Russian’s grip on his gun hadn’t broken, but he was too busy catching his breath to notice. He never got the chance to, either.

Another arrow whizzed out from the dark and struck the Russian’s neck, punching through from back to front, an arrowhead sprouting out of his throat. The gun fell from abruptly limp fingers, and then the Russian followed suite with a strangled gurgle. Bucky stumbled back, in horror and shock. The light in the Russian’s eyes went out and he wheezed his last breath, blood bubbling from the oozing wound as he collapsed on his face.

The forest fell silent and it was in that moment he realized all the men that had appeared from nowhere were dead.

All of them.

An unsettling silence had Bucky over the forest, and the shadows around him seemed to grow darker, longer, reaching for him. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up and stood at attention while an icy shudder snaked its way down his spine.

His metal arm reached his vest’s pocket and pulled out a handy knife. The dark blade was gleaming in what little light the moon above provided. The familiar weight of a tactic vest settled around his shoulders, providing a comforting sense of security and protection as it did.

He felt eyes on him, but how many and from where, he wasn’t too sure. He just knew that whoever killed the men, they were still here. Bucky didn’t have long to wait. He whirled at the first sign of movement, but he stopped short of himself in surprise at what he faced.

It was a slip of a young woman, much smaller than he was. She was dressed sensibly enough to move fast and not allow herself to be caught up by snagged clothing. It was all form fitting without being too tight on her, she had grey tight cargo pants, a striped shirt which probably was white in the past, pair of a hiking boots. There was a bulk to her build and Bucky saw why. The silhouette of knives strapped at her sides, a rifle on a sling over her shoulder, a quiver of arrows belted at her hip, and a bow held casually in one hand, a pistol in the other. She cleared the area with the pistol, watching for any unwanted movement before holstering it at her back when she deemed it safe.

She had beautiful, big brown eyes and smooth skin. Bucky noticed a little bruise at her cheek. Her little nose was adding kind of a charm to her figure. She slowly rised her brow, glaring at him.

The woman ventured closer, her posture still tense but it had relaxed greatly in comparison to the few steps she had taken when she arrived. She was showing she wasn’t an enemy by holstering her weapons, but she would still ready at the drop of a hat to jump into action if things went south. He could sense all of that just by the way she held herself.

She slowly reached to sling the bow on a holster on her back, leaving her hands open and free. Her eyes never left him.

“These men would have killed you if I hadn’t intervened. The Solarii aren’t known for their kindness and mercy. Negotiating with them is impossible when they’ve been trained to kill without hesitation. Especially if it looks like you’re going to fight back.” She started in way of greeting. The woman tilted her head to the side. “Surprised they delayed so long in shooting you. Good thing they did. Gave me time to get here.”

He was still tongue-tied at the suddenness of the events that had transcended within the span of a few sparse minutes.

She turned, motioning for him to follow.

He trailed after her with uncertainty in his steps. “Wait… wait! Where am I? Who are these Solarii? And what’s your name?”

The woman craned her head to peer over her shoulder at him. Her gaze was steady and even, unfaltering as she studied him. They passed through the undergrowth for several minutes in silence before she answered him.

“You’re on an island called Yamatai. It’s in the Dragon’s Triangle, west of Japan. The Solarii are…shipwreck survivors. They’re a band of murderers that have laid claim to the island, killing or recruiting any men who wash up on shore. They burn any women they come across.”

A sour taste coated the back of his throat and his stomach turned uneasily at that. He didn’t remember how he’d gotten here, and he wondered if he was alone.

I think I am, but…no. Please don’t let the others be here.Steve. Sam. Natasha.

“Have…have there been any others…?” He couldn’t finish. The woman seemed to take that as a cue.

“Like you? No. You’re the only one I’ve come across, dressed as you are.”

There was little relief in her answer. It only meant he was the first, and that the others might very well be here.

The woman unclipped something from her belt and waggled the item. It was an oval-shaped device, black and ringed with perhaps a white or yellow stripe. A thin tube stuck out from its top.

“The Solarii get riled up when others are spotted on the island. No doubt they’ve already gotten on the horn and started bleating like the mindless sheep they are to others on their radios about you.” She continued as they began climbing up a small incline. The trees were thinning, and there was a path up ahead, and it looked like there was an old bridge they could cross. “You’re the only one right now. If there were others, I would have heard about them on this.”

He didn’t feel very reassured, even with that statement. A thought occurred to him.

“You never told me your name.”

They came across the bridge. It might have once been painted a pleasing, imperial crimson red, but time had taken its toll on it. Still, it was intact and spanned over the length of a small pond. The night critters had begun their hushed chorus and he had barely noticed until then.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“But then, what do I call you? My name’s James Barnes, but more often I’m called Bucky.”

When she walked, she was quiet. She moved with the purpose to be as quiet as possible. He sought to do the same, in case they ran into any more of those Solarii men. He didn’t fancy having another dozen guns pointed at his person, thank you very much.

“Lara. Lara Croft.”

He stopped halfway across the bridge, startled.

“There’s a way off?”

She paused at the end of the bridge and turned a little to view him more properly. “Yes. There’s a boat. I’ll have to fix it, but I need to take care of a few things first.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“No. I mean..” She hesitated. “Not by now at least.  have a safe place where you can stay” she offered, shrugging slightly.

She eyed him a little more critically, her mouth pulling into a shrewd, thin line. “Trained fighter or not, I’m not risking a stray bullet hitting you in the head.” Lara crossed her arms at her chest, rolling her eyes. “Besides.” She took a look at his metal hand. “It shoulkd be useful to defend yourself. But you were just standing there, like a child lost in the mist” a sad smile crawled at her rosy lips as she was speaking.

Lara gave a small nod and turned, motioning him to keep following.

“I can help” he pressed insistently. “Please. At least lemme help with something. You saved me.”

“No, you can’t by now.” She said it in such a matter-of-fact tone, it grated on his nerves. He started after her, silence be damned if it meant catching up.

“And how do you know? You don’t know me, or what I can or can’t do. I can do quite a lot. I killed a lot of people..” Bucky growled loudly, streatching his metal fingers.

She glanced at him as he dropped back, his steps faltering until he stopped. “If you could kill, then you would have done so back there. Those men would have been dead before I met up with you. That’s how I know you can’t do what I need to be done by now to get us out of here. It’s kill or be killed on this island. But for now,” she looked around, sighng, “let’s get to the hideout. It’s gonna rain.”