SUMMARY: reader is a member of the Golden Path. Under Amita’s command you have to sneak to the Royal Palace to kill Pagan Min. But when you’re about to fulfill your mission, you find youself unable to – under charm of king Min, you decide to switch the path and stand by the side of the Royal Army, becoming one of the leaders.
WARNINGS:strong language
Words: 1090
Author: Rouge
Paul De Pleur was sitting comfortably in a decorated chair.
He was in the basement of his fortress, Varshakot.
Before him there were two soldiers.
“Boss, I’m sorry but they were well organized.” With a trembling voice one of them explained. “We have lost some of our people, sir. Also some of the equipment.”
Paul nodded in silence.
“Probably after the explosion the rebels from the area went to Banapur. It’s probably why there were so many of them..” Added a second man lowering his head. “But I’ve also heard about some convoy with weapons.”
Paul inhaled the smoke from a cigarette which he was smoking slowly.
“You want to tell me that you were beaten by a fucking handful of rebels?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir.” Said one of the soldiers.
“Sir, I need to add that among the rebels were a young woman. She almost managed to take few our people down. Headhunter will deliver her to you soon.”
“Young woman?” Paul snorted.
Both men nodded their heads in silence.
“Do you hear yourself, for fuck’s sake! A fucking bitch dared to attack our high-ranking soldier and, the fuck, you could not effectively deal with her?!” De Pleur shouted in a loud voice.
Soldier looked at each other.
Paul raised his hand and waved casually.
There were two shots at the same time. The two soldiers, who just recounted past events, fell dead on the floor.
“Clean up this carcass.” Paul barked loudly to one of his men.
He got up from his chair and went briskly toward the stairs leading to a higher floor of the building.
He walked quickly through the long corridors and three pairs of stairs to finally reach his office. Instinctively he stubbed out his cigarette in the gold ashtray.
“We will see, who the fuck you are..” He mumbled under his breath.
You slowly opened your eyes.
You were sitting on a chair in front of a large, wooden desk.
You didn’t remember how did you get there.
The last thing in your mind was how you were pushed onto backseat of the Royal Army’s jeep.
You wanted to get up but once you realized that your hands are tied behind the back of the chair, you stopped struggling to save the energy.
Suddenly, to the room entered one of the Royal Army soldiers and without a word he untied your hands.
Before you could get up, the man left the room closing the door behind.
“What the hell …” You murmured in disbelief.
You looked briefly around the room.
It was a big office. On one wall there was a bookshelf. On the floor a red persian carpet was laying down. Opposite the door was a big, marble fireplace where the fire crackled.
You went to the big window and leaning above the windowsill, you looked through it.
You saw a large courtyard, and a bit further a huge, high wall and two guard towers in the corners of the square.
You immediately recognized the place.
“Varshakot…” You whispered.
“Yes, Varshakot.” Confirmed the strong, masculine voice that reverberated behind your back.
You froze motionless, holding breath back. Before you turned around, you improved your shirt.
Then, slowly, you turned in the direction, from which you heard a man’s voice.
Before you was standing Paul De Pleur Harmon.
You quickly scanned him with your eyes and you had to admit that he looked elegant.
He was wearing a simple, tailored, dark jeans with leather, black belt, matt black shirt with gold buttons recessed in the pants and the whole outfit was finished with black, leather shoes.
“De Pleur..” You whispered.
“YN. So YOU have attacked my commanding officer.” Paul lifted the corners of his mouth in a haughty smile. “I could have guessed.”
You slowly took a step toward him.
“I had no other choice.” You pouted.
“Probably.” Paul raised his eyebrows and walked over to you. “Listen, I have a proposition for you.”
You looked him defiantly in the eye.
“What kind of proposition?”
“Join the Royal Army and Pagan.” He said circling around you. “You will gain on this. You will be untouchable, rich, you will be one of the most important people in this country.” He said articulating exactly his every word. “We do need people like you. Tenacious, courageous and ready to sacrifice.”
You were silent for a moment.
“What if I will say no?” You asked looking straight ahead.
De Pleur, who was standing behind you, has leant toward you and whispered directly into your ear:
“Then I’ll have to kill you, and it would be a huge loss. Such beautiful, young girl, who has a whole life ahead of herself.” He continued gently brushing your hair away from your shoulder. “And even if I would decide to spare you, I certainly would kill Sabal. Trade tied.” Paul brushed his lips against your neck.
You twitched.
“Stop it.” You said firmly.
The man clucked.
“Tone, dear.” Paul said putting his hands on your hips.
Within blink of an eye you turned to him, slapping his cheek strongly.
“Take these fucking hands away of me!” you growled.
De Pleur smirked and hit you with hand clenched in a fist, in result of which you fell on the floor.
You put hand to your jaw looking up at him in disbelief. You didn’t know what were you expecting from this dude.
“You won’t break me. No one will. Even if I’ll die, there are others and they’ll continue what I’ve started.” You spitted a blood clot aside still with your eyes on him. “And one day your fucking Army will bow to us. To people of Kyrat!”
Paul De Pleur laughed shortly shaking his head.
“You still believe in this shit? You’re pathetic. Khan!”
The door has been opened and tall man entered the room bowing head down to Paul.
“Take this piece of a shit out of my fortress. Transport her to the North, to mines. I’ll let Yuma know about it.”
Khan nodded smirking awfully.
“With a pleasure, De Pleur.”
He made a huge step toward you and grabbed you by your elbow. He pulled you up, then dragged you out of the room.
It didn’t help at all that you were struggling. The man was much stronger.
“It’ll be a nice ride, slut.” He smirked as he pushed you into an old jeep parked on the courtyard.
The last thing you saw before getting in was Paul De Pleur looking down at you through his window.
SUMMARY: You still believe that everything can be changed. For your persuasion, general Organa decides to entrust you with the most important mission. The secret is, that you have an extraordinary power that can change the fate of the galaxy.
Author: Star killer
“It’s not the first time I felt this heartache.”
Words seemed to be very bitter, although it was nothing but true.
Another round along the room, another sigh, another tears that fell down your cheeks.
“Listen to me, Y/N,” her voice, so soft yet so firm, gave you a shudder. “He’s gone. You won’t save him. He’s already decided.”
“We still have a chance, General Organa.”
Your voice was nothing more but a whisper. You felt like all your muscles were trembling. You hated this feeling, but there was nothing you could do to get rid of it.
You heard like she rose from her chair, you heard like she headed to one of the large windows.
You could feel how tough it was for her, too.
“I’ve never thought… That I’ll lose my own son.”
You turned head around above your shoulder to look at her.
And she was standing there, in the same place she had been standing when First Order’s cruisers were attacking your fleet.
Her hoar hair still gathered in a bun as she was leaning forehead against the cold glass.
“General, it wasn’t your…” you tried to say something consoling, but she has cut your sentence by her own one.
“It was, Y/N. I knew, from the very beginning, that he had a huge power within. He was growing without a father, without a role model.”
“He still had you, General.”
You walked to her from behind putting the palm over her shoulder, stroking there slowly.
“Yes. But the young boy needs a father, a person who can draw boundaries with a hard hand. The mother’s heart is too soft sometimes, Y/N.”
She raised her chin looking at you. She placed her wrinkled palm to your cheek.
The silence between you two was unbearable. When you were looking into her eyes, you easily could see the pain in her soul. A sense of powerlessness was filling her to the brim.
“I can change him still, General,” you said strongly, being so sure of yourself. “Just give me a chance. And a cruiser. I have to get on Snoke’s ship. There’s still a chance.”
General Organa slightly shook her head.
“I can’t expose you to such a danger. You’re too important to Rebellion, Y/N. You and your power.”
Leia looked you in the eye without blinking, her brown eyes were wet at the moment. “You’re like a daughter to me. I CAN’T lose you.”
She caressed your cheek and you let your lids get closed.
“General. Please. Trust me.”
With a hard beating heart, you took a step back, straightening your back.
For a while, you and Leia were measuring one another with glances without saying a word.
Then she gave a nod. A slight one, almost unnoticeable.
You swallowed, nodding also.
“Thank you, General.”
Kylo Ren’s ebony gaze probed his own reflection as he stood in front of the large mirror in his chamber, still accessing the scars that Rey had left on his skin.
Hard knocking on his door pulled him out of his thoughtfulness.
He didn’t react at once. Without making any step, using only the power, he opened the door.
In the mirror, he saw the reflection of Captain Phasma.
“Sir, forgive me interrupting, but rebellion’s cruiser is approaching. Only one.”
Kylo only waved his hand, giving her a sign to leave him alone.
As she did, young Supreme Leader came straight to the window that looked out onto the open hangar. He crossed his hands behind his back sighing deeply.
He focused deeply, his eyes were closed at the point. It was when he felt it. The bond. Very strong one. Ever stronger than one he had with Rey. Slowly, he opened his eyes looking down on the hangar.
The Stormtroopers have been regrouping between cruisers, getting ready to attack the rebel’s fleet.
He could taste your hesitation and fear through the bond.
He held his palms aloft.
“Who’re you?” He asked in a deep voice of his.
You didn’t respond. It was a very first time when you experienced the bond. You could hear his voice deep in your mind.
“An envoy,” you said calmly. “I need to talk with you, Kylo.”
He stayed still, no emotions on his face, but deep inside he felt a burning sensation. The bond faded away second after.
“Phasma!” Kylo yelled loudly.
She came within seconds.
“How can I serve you, Supreme Leader?” She questioned lowering her blaster.
“Let this cruiser land in our hangar. Search the envoy and bring her to the throne room. Now!”
Through the front window, you saw First Order’s troops in the hangar, and among them one with golden armor.
Huge fear made the blood in your veins was like an ice as you landed.
You turned off the engine of the cruiser and unfastened seat belt.
When you got out of your ship, you saw many weapons aimed at you.
“Welcome,” a female voice came out of the golden armor. “Our Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, is awaiting you.”
SUMMARY: When the world is falling apart, the only thing that humanity needs are heroes. Namely the united heroes. In an uneven fight against the forces of evil, they will have to lay down their fate on the edge of the providence. Which of sides will suffer a defeat and which will plunder in glory after a delightful victory?
Author: Manaick
A/N: This is our interpretation of Avengers: Infinity War {We based our story on the trailer and our own premonitions regarding an upcoming movie}. Hope you will enjoy it.
This was their only home. The spaceship was simply constructed of something iridescent. Straight lines were forming the walls, a large window at the front was allowing to navigate properly.
The frame around the surroundings was filled with ominous brittle silence, for there was no gravity to hold them firmly nor was there gravity to supervise their zeal and minds.
They somehow knew that something was around.
The blackness engulfed their thoughts. Stretching out in front of them, the unknown studied their fears, courage and knowledge. There was no life here. That was simple, no thriving population, no signs of past living. The darkness had overcome any sense of purity, consumed all hope of cleanliness and had wiped out all desire.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to go back to Earth?” Loki said without conviction in his voice, looking at the dark emptiness of space in front of him.
Thor looked at his brother with a soft frown. “Yes, of course, people there love me. I am very popular.” He explained, gazing at his brother from time to time.
“Let me rephrase that. Do you really think it’s a good idea to bring ME back to Earth?” Loki repeated himself a bit worried.
“Probably not, to be honest.” Thor said. “I wouldn’t be worried, brother… I feel like everything’s gonna work out fine…”
After these words something has happened. Suddenly, both brothers saw a huge spaceship, emerging out from the darkness of space, right in front of their ship. Both men were looking up in disbelief of the view.
“I think you spoke a bit too early, dear brother…” Loki spoke with a bit of irony in his voice.
“What is that?!” Thor asked out loudly.
“No idea, brother… But I have a bad feelings about this…” Loki muttered, watching the ship carefully and taking a little step backwards.
A wry smile crushed on his lips as he watched the ship in front of his one.
“Kill ‘em all. No hostages.” His voice echoed from the walls of the great hall of his ship. Sitting in his spacious chair, he rose his huge hand, calling a specific person by this gesture.
“Yes, my master?” a tall woman stood in front of him, her figure tensed but her eyes never left his.
“I want to have this gem now. I’ve been chasing it for too long. Find it.”
Blue-haired woman gave a slight nod and turned around to leave the hall.
“I count on you, Proxima.” A formidable voice could be heard.
She stopped for a second, however she didn’t turn around. She tightened the grip on the spear she was holding in her hand.
“I won’t let you down, master.” After these words, woman left leaving the Titan alone.
It didn’t take aggressors long to crush the main gate of Asgardian ship, which were separating passengers from the vacuum.
Titan’s warriors entered the other ship quickly, they didn’t leave too much of a maneuvering field for others to defend.
Valkyrie was ready to fight with Hulk and volunteers that offered themselves. “We can’t let them win! Fight, brothers and sisters! Fight, Asgardians!” Woman yelled and everyone started to attack.
Hulk, using his superhuman strength smashed several aliens easily. Valkyrie did same, killing few of the Titan’s warriors. “Thor! We ain’t gonna push back this attack, there’s too many of them!” dark haired woman yelled looking around for the God of Thunders.
Thor, hearing this, threw a gaze at his brother. “We have to stop them!” Loki’s heart was pounding hardly inside his chest. “Any ideas, brother? I just hope it’s not gonna include the GET HELP action, isn’t this?!” Loki growled darkly finishing one of the enemies off.
Everyone who was able to fight was doing that. Man. Woman. No exceptions. Asgardians have united to defend aliens. To protect their last piece of something that once was their home.
Some men tried to take all children to safe place, namely to the bridge chamber of their ship, unfortunately they failed. Others could only hear loud screams and howls of their compatriots when Thanos’ aliens broke to the room.
A string of screams unraveled from Thor’s tongue, like yarn unfurling, as one of the creatures advanced. It’s slick skin shimmered with hot anger along with it’s dark, cold eyes. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. Thor tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the floor. He could hear nothing, all was silenced, the yells of the Asgardians, the hisses of the creature, all inaudible. All he could do is feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his terrified heart. He looked upward through the huge window in the front part of their ship, into the stars. Thor closed his eyes as he felt a searing pain.
“Brother!” Loki knocked another enemy down and rushed to Thor.
With few agile movements he killed the huge creature.
Black haired man knelt down next to Thor and pressed hands to his wound.
“Hold on. Just don’t decide to faint, okay?” Loki tried to sound as calm as it was only possible, but he knew how faltering his voice was at that point.
Thor involuntarily pushed Loki’s hand off.
“I am alright.. People.. Save as many as you can. I’ll be fine..” with a loud hiss Thor got back onto his feet.
Loki nodded and once again he threw himself into a combat.
The fight against the enemies was continued.
The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied.
Mad Titan’s army was much stronger than people of Asgard. A lot of blood was shed before the fight has ended. Many people died devoting their lives in the fight against the invaders. Their eyes were as immobile as their limbs. Their souls had long departed to the celestial places to walk with the ancestors. The battle was lost, the enemy had won.
Thor was laying in the second chamber of the Asgardian ship, being beared up by Valkyrie and Banner.
Suddenly, the violent sound of crushing metal rented the air with a shower of sparks. The bulkhead has been destroyed.
A tall purple person has entered the main chamber without hesitation.
“Proxima!” tall man yelled aloud.
Midnight came out of the shadow, her hands were covered in clotted blood. “I’ve looked everywhere. No signs of Space Stone, my mas….”
Titan put his large hand up in the air silencing her. “I feel it. I can smell it” he said deeply and a mischievous smile crawled on his lips.
He took few huge steps ahead and he entered another chamber.
“Oh! Look at that!” chap stood in the middle of the room looking around until his eyes fell on the Valkyrie, Bruce and Thor. “Space Stone. Where’s it?”
Valkyrie slowly dropped her head down closing her eyes shot and squeezing Thor’s hand hardly.
“Who’re you?” Banner asked simply getting up of the floor.
“I’ve asked you a question, mortal!” Titan vociferated audibly.
It didn’t take long for Banner to get frenzied by emotions and within seconds he has changed into his green version.
As he turned into Hulk, he attacked the purple tall man, unfortunately unsuccessfully. With one hit, Titan has sent Hulk to the floor so easily.
“Anyone else?” he laughed wryly. “And now. Where’s the Space Stone?”
The silence was inscrutable.
“Aa I can see, none of you will be useful. You’re all gonna die.”
Proxima approached her master and she prepared her spear aiming at Thor with a rude smile on her lips.
“STOP!”
Titan and Midnight both turned around.
Loki was standing in the passage, his dark hair were put behind his ears.
“Well, well, well. The God of Mischief himself” Titan laughed grossly. “I thought you’re dead. But they kept you alive. Great.”
Loki raised his mouth corners in a grimace and he slowly entered into the chamber, stepping above dead bodies of his fellows.
“Could I interest you in negotiations?” Loki asked carefully going into Titan’s direction. “I’m in possession of something which might be precious to you.”
Thanos narrowed his forehead. “Continue.”
Loki threw a brief glance at his brother and rest of the team. He reached his hand ahead. A blue light of Tesseract glowed around.
Thanos didn’t say a word, he only nodded at Proxima. She once again aimed her spear at Thor.
“Give it back to me, Loki. And in my generosity I’ll let you all free” Thanos reached his large hand towards Loki. “If you won’t cooperate, I’ll make you all suffer. Do you really want to have them on your conscience?” Titan pointed at three people behind him. “Decision is up to you.”
“No! Loki, no! You can’t!” Thor leant his weight on his elbow. “Don’t do this, brother! It’s too powerful to be entrusted into his hands!!!”
Proxima made few long steps and slapped Thor’s face with her spear.
Loki looked briefly at Thor and turned Tesseract in his hand few times observing delightful cold light of the object. With a deep sigh, man made few more steps and handled Tesseract to Thanos, bowing his head a bit. “I’m doing this with a pain in my heart. It would be more useful in my hands.. Now, let us free.”
Thanos took Tesseract in his hands and within a second, in a coruscation of light, he pull the little blue stone out of it. Smiling proudly, Thanos put the stone at the one of free places on his glove. The smile didn’t get off his disgusting lips. He looked at Proxima above his shoulder and uttered. “Kill them and destroy the ship.”
Loki paled more after those words. “You promised..”
Thanos giggled darkly. “Don’t trust anyone but yourself. And you’ll come with me.”
Titan left the chamber and went back on his own ship while two of the aliens pulled Loki behind them leading him in the same direction.
“NO!!! NO!!!” The last thing Loki heard was screams of Thor and sounds of scuffle.
“I’ll come back for you, brother” Loki whispered under his breath.
You’re being saved from
death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious
relationship?
Author: Ailo
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?
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.”
Bucky returns to normal life after being a part of Avengers team. One day, on the street of New York, he meets a young woman. He doesn’t know yet, that this meeting is gonna change everything he used to know.
Authors: Beast & Cass
The city was a vast, intricate, labyrinth
of noisy, streets and alleys. He could hear the incessant honking of the
vehicles even before the sun rose. Impatient businessmen who had to get to the
office, mothers who had to leave their children at their schools, facing the
puzzling challenge of navigating through the crowd of parents and children;
even some of the teachers who had stopped at the local bakery to get a bagel or
two before their morning classes. After every person had reached their
respective destination, the traffic congestions cleared significantly as if
humungous snakes had eaten their fills and were retracting back into their dark
and eerie caves.
Walking down the street, Bucky could smell
the fresh batch of sweet and spicy rolls being baked for the lunch hour rush.
To him, it was a clear sign of the city slowly waking up.
He anticipated to see what the new day would bring for him. Maybe a new reason
to run again. Maybe an accidental meeting with someone he used to know before.
Or maybe even hope…
She was runing as fast as she only could.
“Sorry!”
That was all she could say, pushing people out of her way, no metter who it
was. She was only focused at running away from cold claws of danger.
This young woman has been betrayed by her
own family, her life full of happiness and prosperity has changed into an
elopement.
Whole city was waking up, when she was
still running, all people and smells that were catching her attention before.
were now meaningless.
All she craved was safty… A place that will be safe enough to lost
S.H.I.E.L.D’s agents that had order to find and capture her because of what she
was.
She could feel her heart pounding inside
her chest, every breath, and every step was her little prayer.
Suddenly she bumped at well-build man, and
trying not to fall onto ground, young woman instinctively caught both of his
arms. One of them felt normal, like a flesh, but the other was cold and firm.
She quickly looked around and then her glance stopped at the man.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” Woman said trying to catch her breath.
She moved away from man and continued to run.
Bucky has been taken out of reverie by
surprise.
Trying to secure the woman from falling
down, he caught her elbows and hold her firmly in the place.
“Not a prob…” he even didn’t end
his sentence, because girl has rushed to escape.
Bucky shook his head in disbelief,
murmuring something in Russian under his breath. He continued his walk down the
street, but it wasn’t long before he has been stopped again.
The familiar uniform has showed up on the
horizon and within few seconds a tall man stopped next to Bucky.
“Excuse me, have you seen a young
woman? She had grey hoodie and black pants on?” man asked, looking around.
Bucky hesitated for a moment.
First of all, he was afraid of being exposed. Secondly, he had seen a dread in
the eyes of young woman from few minutes before.
He shook his head slightly.
“No. I haven’t. Sorry.”
He was glad. He had sounded as firm as it was necessary.
Other man thanked shortly and ran further,
leaving Bucky in the middle of sidewalk.
Street was a terrible place, everyone could
see her.
For sure this weird guy told Agents, that he has seen her… And for sure he had
shown them direction.
Woman quickly jumped into alley to hide
from the crowd of main street. Maybe now she will lose them..
Girl pulled hood onto her head and started
walk slowly, looking around. Everything was so… New for her.
This was first time in her entire life, when she had to run for her life, she
couldn’t believe, that her own family wanted to get rid of her.
Her family was too high settled, their fame
and good reputation was more important than love to their daughter.
Young woman looked around and took a deep
breath, she had no idea what to do now. This whole place was filthy.
She flinched, when she stepped into mud.
“God… How could I end up like this.”
She whimpered and continued her walk.
She saw stuff, that were really far away from her standards. She used to spend
her time in beautiful places, where everything was gorgeous and expensive, but
right now she was surrounded by mud, homeless people, rats and stray animals.
From woman in dress she changed into a woman wearing the hood and trying to
escape from death.
In the same time, Bucky has made quick
shopping and headed back to his flat.
He was renting a little apartment on
Brooklyn.
It had one larger room, little kitchen and the bathroom. Nothing else, but it
was enough for him to survive.
Bucky entered his hideout and first steps
he headed to the kitchen, where he placed shopping bags on the table’s counter.
Then he walked back to the front door and man made sure he had locked them.
Bucky flopped onto the old couch, not even
taking off his leather jacket. He pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket
and he lit one, inhaling deeply with a smoke.
He couldn’t stop thinking about that young woman. Somehow she caught his
thoughts.
Cold wind made her shiver, she also wasn’t
used to such situations.
She took a deep breath and tried to think.
What to do now? Where to hide? Is this the end?
Bucky ended his cigarette and he laid down
on his couch.
Looking up at the ceiling, he was thinking of his previous life, when he used
to be part of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Now, nothing was the same anymore. Because of his arguments with Tony Stark, he
has ended being the enemy number one to everyone. Even to Steve…
Bucky didn’t realize, when he fell asleep.
She was tired, trying not to sleep was too
hard. Her eyelids were really heavy, but before she even could close her eyes,
she saw familiar uniforms somewhere in the crowd.
“No..” She whimpered scared and got up only to quickly run away.
Young woman ran into skyscraper, she tried
to knock to many doors, but most of flats were empty at this time or people
were simply ignoring her.
She tried on every floor, everytime it was
the same: people’s ignorance or emptiness.
Finally, she got onto 13th floor.
She started banging into door from local F9, which were close to the lift.
“Please! Help me! I need help! I beg you! Show some mercy!” Her voice was
nothing more than mix of fear and sob. “Please… I beg you..” Woman whimpered.
Bucky growled deeply as he has been woken
up from his dream.
Cursing under his breath, he walked to the
door and opened them wide.
“What the fuck you…” he had
been snapping for a second, but became silent shortly after. “What the
hell.. I remember you..”
She blinked, looking at man, he was like
three times bigger than her.
“I… I remember you too..”
Woman said and wanted to run away but she heard group of people, knocking and
checking doors on lower floor.
She shivered, terrified, and looked back at
man.
“Please… hide me… I beg you, don’t let them get me.” Woman whimpered, grabbing
his arms in act of desperation.
Her sight was full of fear and sadness.
When the footsteps get louder, she simply
ran into man’s flat, not paying attention to him.
Bucky blinked in a disbelief.
“Wait… What…” but before he has ended his sentence, the woman
just entered his flat without asking about his permission.
“Who do you think you are? I don’t
need any extra trouble” he hissed, closing the door.
“Please… Please, sir… Please… hide me,
protect me. I’m begging you.”
She whispered full of pure fear and panic, woman even fell onto her knees.
Her breath stopped, when she heard knocking
to the door.
“Oh… God… No…” She said quietly and quickly hide in man’s bedroom, not even
saying a word.
Bucky looked at her with a cold gaze, then
he improved his jacket and went to open the door.
“How can I help you?” he said
firmly as he opened the door.
Tall man, dressed in a S.H.I.E.L.D uniform,
gave him a little nod.
“I’m sorry. We are looking for a young fugitive. Have you seen a not too
tall woman with long dark hair, dressed in a hoodie?” man asked simply,
looking directly at Bucky.
Barnes made a grimace, like he would be
thinking deeply.
“No. I was only in the shop today. I haven’t seen anyone. No one as you’ve
described” he said calmy, but in his firm tone.
Other guy nodded slightly and thanked him,
he simply walked away, knocking to another door.
Woman stood close to bedroom’s door,
listening to every word.
She had hope that this man won’t tell them she is in his flat, he didn’t want
to have problems.
She felt guilty for putting him into such a
situation, they were complete strangers to each other and she made him deal
with S.H.I.E.L.D agents, even when she shouldn’t, but her fear and panic were
too huge to think rationally.
When man closed main door, she slowly left
his room.
“Um… Sir, I want to apologize for this. I shouldn’t do this… But my fear of
those people is too deep to behave rationally. I really should look at your
safety.” She explained slowly, taking off her hood.
Young woman looked slowly around.
“You have… nice flat… here.” She said, flinching.
Bucky was measuring her with cold glance,
his hands on his hips. “Sorry? Is that all you want to say?” he
hissed loudly, taking two huge steps towards woman. He stopped in front of her,
his face a few inches from her. “Who? Are? You?” he syllabized every
word, looking straight into her eyes.
She blinked and whimpered, shielding herself with her arms, when angry man got
closer to her. “I… I am Elizabeth… Elizabeth Bonnet… I am an art
student..” Woman whispered, even more scared. Right now she was more
afraid of him then of agents. He was visibly enraged and he had her at reach of
his fingertips.
“I didn’t ask about your name” he
simply pushed her aside with his shoulder, passing her by and flopping on
couch. “I’ve asked WHO are you. If S.H.I.E.L.D is after you, then it means
you’re not only an art student” he pulled out pack of cigarettes and lit
one.
Bucky put one leg on the other, leaning his back comfortaby on the couch. He
inhaled with choking smoke, then he exhaled it, using nose. “Don’t stay
like that, Miss Bonnet. You can take a sit. Don’t worry. I am not gonna hurt
ya.”
She let out unhappy sound, when he pushed
her aside. She turned around, rubbing her shoulder. “I do not know, what I
can tell you. They said that…. I’m a mutant.. but.. I did nothing against
them.”
Elizabeth coughed softly and waved her hand trying to blow away smoke, then she
looked at the couch. “Um… thank you, sir.”
She nodded and politely sat on the edge of the couch.
“Now I’m gonna tell you, what will
happen next.”
Bucky was focusing on the ceiling. He
didn’t even look at the woman sitting next to him.
“You can stay here. However don’t
think I’m doing this, because you took me with your begs” he chuckled
darkly, puffing his cigarette. “I’m doing this, because I have my own old
things to S.H.I.E.L.D. and because I know, how huge assholes they can be.”
He sounded a bit too antipathetical then he
had wanted.
“I have only one condition. Or maybe
two. First, you can use any thing you will find here as your own. I don’t have
problems with sharing my hideout with you, but you won’t be stepping into my
way if not necessary. And second, I need to know everything about you and you
special abilities.”
Bucky
rose from the couch and took his jacket off. The metal, bionic arm has gleamed
into the sunrays falling into thw room through huge window.
“As you can see, I am not an ordinary
person too.”
She listened to him, nodding her head at
his every word.
“O… Okay, sir and I understand, sir.”
Elizabeth bit her lips. “I… I don’t know
what to tell you… Stuff just start to float around me… and I have no control
over me.l sometimes.”
She said and shrugged.
Young woman jumped a bit scared, when he
got up from couch and took off his jacket, she looked at him with her eyes
opened wide.
“That’s why your other arm felt different, when I caught it this morning.”
He rolled his eyes, ending his cigarette.
“Yea. Probably that’s the reason.”
He went to the kitchen and came back
holding two oranges. Bucky handled one to the woman.
“I don’t want any objects to fly
around my place, okay?” he gave her a serious look. “Otherwise you’ll
be kicked out.”
He took a careful look at her. She was so
young. And she looked like a real dame.
“Hope those conditions aren’t too low
for you, Madame.” Barnes switched to his ironic voice. “And now. I
gotta go for a bit” brunette sighed lazily and went to the hanger, taking
his jacket off. “I’m gonna lock the door. Don’t let anyone in. And rest. I
bet you’re tired.”
After those words, Bucky just left.
She slowly took the orange he has offered
her.
“Thank you, sir… I can try to not make them fly… but I told you already, I
can’t control it.”
Woman looked at him a bit scared.
She frowned softly. “This comment was
redundant, sir. I am not gonna answer at such an unnecessary question.”
Elizabeth muttered, feeling offended.
Woman watched him and nodded slowly.
She sighed heavily, when he closed the door. She wasn’t used to such places.
This man tried to be ironic, but he was right, this place was way low beyond
her standards, but she couldn’t say no or run away. She had to accept those
conditions and try to fit in and live with this man in peace.
She was thinking about this for some time
before she slowly fell asleep.
Bucky stood watching the line where heaven touched earth. His wide eyes
witnessed the resounding glowing collision. Sparks lit the sky and blood
poured, as the glory of paradise descended further behind the seam of the world.
Barnes sighed deeply, wrapping leather jacket more around his shoulders. He had
spent whole day by walking around the town, thinking. Mostly about the new
situation he had been pulled into. He wasn’t sure, what to do and what to
think.
Bucky felt small as he glanced over his shoulder and saw his shadow slowly
shrinking towards his feet. He looked back to the line, only a few bright
streaks remained to signal heaven’s passing.
The sun had set.
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.”
SUMMARY: Tony is asked to make an appearance as Iron Man for Steve’s son’s b-day party. He shows up and surprises everyone.
Author: Killer raccoon
Steve asked Tony to make an appearance as Iron Man at his son’s birthday party, he planned it perfectly so that he knew Pepper would be around when he asked. He’d noticed that Tony had a more difficult time turning down personal requests when Pepper was around. First- because Tony always wanted to impress her. And second- because if Tony did decline, Steve knew that Pepper had grown very good at the art of persuasion and would find a way to convince him. Tony would sometimes decline attending things he didn’t even mind doing, just to see if he could barter with Pepper for some kind of extra reward or incentive. But Pepper was on to his tricks by now. So of course even though Tony was reluctant, making a string of his usual excuses, Pepper was able to get Tony to give in.
Tony arrived at the birthday party, on time, escorted by Pepper.
The house was decked out with every possible Iron Man decoration under the sun. Steve just rolled his eyes, like Tony needed any sort of ego boost, now his face was plastered everywhere with kids practically worshipping at his feet. But much to both Pepper and Steve’s surprise, Tony had altered his suit for the occasion to perform functions and tricks that were safe for kids, and that entertained them for almost two hours. It made Pepper smile to know that Tony had put in the extra effort for these kids, even without her pressuring him to do so. It was his own choice.
After two hours of entertainment, Tony was pretty exhausted. Entertaining kids really took it out of him, plus he still wasn’t sleeping completely. Pepper finally stepped in to relieve Iron Man of his performing duties and Tony graciously accepted her help calming down the kids who couldn’t get enough of him.
When the crowd of kids dispersed for Iron Man red velvet cake, Tony took off his suit and took a seat at a nearby table. Pepper volunteered to retrieve a piece of cake for him while he waited. It was then that Tony spotted a distressed little boy crying in the back of the yard. He looked around for some kind of adult or parent to tend to him but no one seemed to see him from where he sat in the yard. A little time passed and Tony was starting to get anxious that the boy was still unattended to. So he got up and went over to the crying child, trying to comfort him while being completely uncomfortable himself. Through choked back sobs the boy confessed that he had arrived late to the party and missed out on seeing iron man, not recognizing Tony without the suit. Tony was relieved, now this was something he could actually help the small child with.
He went and got the suit and gave the boy a private show, demonstrating the water guns he’d installed in place of the repulsor beams just for the occasion, among other silly alterations he had made. The boy began to laugh and squeal with delight. Pepper watched Tony from across the yard in awe.
The little boy beamed up at Tony and thanked him, saying he was the luckiest boy in the world because he got to hang out with Iron Man. Tony took his helmet and handed it to him, telling the boy he could keep it if he didn’t tell any of the other kids. The boy threw his arms around Tony from his sitting position and pulled Tony down into a hug, thanking him profusely and calling him his best friend. Tony tousled his hair in return and said “you bet!” then encouraged the boy to join the rest of the kids.
Pepper watched as Tony sat in the grass, starting at where the boy had sat, with a stupid grin on his face. She walked over and brought him is cake and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m proud of sou, mrs Iron Man” she said.
They rode home in silence, Pepper gripping Tony’s hand tightly between them.
They got ready for bed separately and climbed in together. There was this pang in Pepper’s heart, playing out the whole scene she had witnessed in her head, over and over again. Tony looked so happy with that little boy. He had made that boy so happy.
They lay there in the semi-dark silence, until “I think we should have a baby!” they both blurted out at the same time.
Both of their faces lit up at the other’s confession, there was sincerity and hope in their eyes. They had a lot to talk about but they wasted no time sharing a sweet kiss, stripping each other, and practicing their baby-making skills that same night.
I hated Bucky
Barnes. He was ruining me. He sent absolutely filthy texts to me at work,
making my face flush and the afternoons long and miserable. I had to
painstakingly pick tops and accessories that covered the bruises and love marks
scattered across my neck and shoulders. My muscles were nearly always in
delightful agony from our rough sessions together. He took any opportunity that
presented itself to strip off his shirt in front of me. The pleasure he derived
from watching me blush and try to tear my eyes away far outweighed any
reservations he still had about his metal arm. He owned me and he knew it.
Although HYDRA had tried their best to snuff out James Buchanan Barnes, the
charming, cocky little shit he had been in the 40s had gradually reemerged.
Bucky and I made a habit of going to the Tower’s gym together just about every
day. He would work his body and fight his demons. He never voiced it, but I
knew he appreciated my presence. He spotted me lifting weights, pushed me on
runs and had insisted on teaching me self defense. It gave him a little peace
of mind knowing I was strong and could take care of myself. He was also greatly
amused when I constantly told him “Fight me.” after we spent a week on hand to
hand combat. Bucky was usually all business while working out, but he was in
rare form today. He spent the entire elevator ride up standing behind me,
sliding his palms up my sides and groping my ass. When we reached the gym floor
I stepped out ahead of him, dodging a very sweaty and tired looking Clint.
Bucky nodded to Clint and followed me out of the elevator, landing a resounding
slap onto my ass as he passed me.
An hour later I had collapsed to the gym floor in a puddle of sweat. Bucky was
lying on a bench across the room, pressing a bar that weighed more than two of
me. As I lay there trying to breathe normally again, I took the opportunity to
admire him. His bare chest and abdomen glistened with sweat and heaved with
exertion. His gym shorts had ridden up slightly, and the brawny muscles in his
thighs bunched as he dug his feet into the floor. His metal arm shone in the
fluorescent light. The quiet whirring sound it emitted and the delicious grunt
he huffed out with every rep made catching my breath more difficult. I was
enthralled with every move his tantalizing body made. I pushed myself up off
the floor and sauntered toward him as his bar clattered back onto the rack. He
sat up and I bit the inside of my cheek as I leaned against the machine next to
him. The veins in his forearms were bulging as he pulled his arm across his
face, swiping away sweat. A stray strand of dark brown hair had fallen from his
loose bun and was plastered to his damp neck. The sweat that had pooled in the
dip of his collarbone rolled slowly down his chest. My eyes followed as it
trickled its way to the waistband of his sweats. I swallowed heavily at the
almost overwhelming impulse to follow the wet trail with my tongue.
“Enjoyin’ the view?”
I ran my tongue over the indention my teeth had left in my lip, still ogling
him shamelessly.
“Its the only enjoyable thing about coming here.”
Bucky huffed out a short laugh and unscrewed the cap off his water bottle.
“Better quit lookin’ at me like that, doll,” he took a long gulp of water,
letting a droplet escape the corner of his mouth and trickle down his chin.
“That door doesn’t lock and I’d hate to accidentally give somebody a show.”
He sat the bottle down, fixing me with his clear blue gaze.
“You know, I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist” I purred, brazenly
meeting his intense stare.
His stubbled jaw tightened.
“But I think you have one more set left,” I smirked as I bent to grab his water
bottle, giving him a up close look at my sweat-sheened chest. I straightened,
removed the lid and took several long sips, being sure to let a significant
amount of water escape and rush down my neck and through the valley between my
breasts. Bucky blinked. I made a show of deeply swallowing and let out a
satisfied and slightly sensuous sigh. I noticed Bucky’s flesh hand twitch and I
relished in giving the teasing bastard a taste of his own medicine. I winked
cockily as I pivoted and strutted across the gym to retrieve my bag, feeling
proud of myself for finally gaining one small victory in this game we played.
As I reached the treadmill where I had haphazardly dropped my bag, I heard the
weights rattle as Bucky began to press the bar again.
Bucky was always a silent worker in the gym. Heavy huffs were the only noises
he had ever made. But the bastard was now grunting with every press. Husky,
lustful sounds that made my core flutter. They were sounds I had only heard in
moments of fiery passion. Blurred images of hot skin, gripping hands, rolling
hips and euphoric cries flashed through my mind. I slowly turned back to face
him as he brought the bar down for his last rep. He pressed it from his chest.
Bare, shining skin, every muscle straining, a pornographic sight… and then he
moaned. The fucker unabashedly moaned.
Bucky deposited the bar back onto the rack and let his arms flail to his sides.
As I stared, captivated with his immense, muscular form, his ribcage began to
bounce as he chuckled.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” I hitched my gym bag strap onto my
shoulder and glared at him.
Bucky just swung one powerful leg over the bench and stood. Pinning me with his
lecherous gaze, he crossed the room in a few long strides. He stopped close
enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body, and the sweet musk of
sweat, soap and leather surrounded me. The combination was potent. I fixed my
eyes on his and tried to ignore the intoxicating effect he had on me. I inhaled
shakily as his metal hand snuck its way to my skin.
“You can try teasin’ me doll,” his words dripped from his mouth like honey,
smooth and decadent. He drew his cool metal finger down my side. “But it’s a
game you just won’t win.”
The fog clouding my brain grew thicker the lower his hand drifted.
The tip of his finger lightly curled just under the hem of my shorts just as
his tongue dragged a short path from just below my ear to my lobe, which he
delicately caught between his teeth. I involuntarily shuddered and he instantly
stepped away. I blinked blankly into his face and exhaled sharply, my mind a
muddled mess.
Bucky winked. “See you upstairs.”
He then spun on his heel and strutted out of the gym. I gaped at his broad back
until he disappeared. The door slammed behind him, jolting me from my dazed
state. Damn him. I knew what he wanted. He expected me to fly after him, a
quivering mess of need and want, begging him to take me in every possible way.
While there is absolutely nothing wrong with being taken every which way by
Bucky Barnes, I was not going to do it this time. I was going to win a round
once.
I knew he would be in the shower, waiting for me to fling the glass door open
and pull him under the water, throwing myself onto his wet skin, skimming my
hands over every reachable inch of his chiseled form, tangling my fingers in
his dripping hair… as I always did. But not this time. I stomped toward the gym
shower, thankful that I had a tiny travel bottle of body wash and an extra
t-shirt buried in my bag. I stripped and stepped under the near scalding spray.
The water flowed through my hair and over my skin, the steam enveloping me for
the next 10 minutes as I imagined all the indulgently dirty things I was going
to do to Bucky Barnes.
I knew I didn’t have long before Bucky would come back looking for me, so I
hurriedly swept a towel over myself before shrugging on the oversized shirt. It
stuck to my still damp skin and my hair left wet spots on my shoulders. I
decided to forgo my sweaty underwear and shorts, making sure my shirt covered
my ass and held the bag strategically placed over my front. I dashed for the
elevator and prayed everyone else was otherwise engaged in the Tower. I
breathed a small sigh of relief when I arrived at Bucky’s room without
encountering any of the others. As I tapped the code to open the door, I bit my
lip, shivering at the thrill of what was about to come.
I let the door close with a bang behind me as I sauntered into the apartment,
tossing my bag onto the couch. The bedroom door flew open and a very irritated
looking Bucky stepped out. He had obviously just finished his shower. The ends
of his hair were still shedding tiny droplets of water and several small
strands stuck to his forehead. He glared at me, clearly disgruntled after being
left to shower alone. He was also naked from the waist up, only wearing
low-slung black sweatpants. Damn, if he wasn’t the most sinful looking piece of
heaven I had ever seen.
“Where did you go? Why do you look like you’ve already showe-…”
He trailed off mid sentence, noting my appearance. His eyes roved over my
figure, assessing my half dressed state.
“What are you wearing?” he asked in a low voice.
“A shirt,” I replied flippantly as I leaned over the couch, rummaging through
my bag for my water. I exaggerated the stretch, making sure he got a glimpse of
my bare ass. “Yours, actually.”
I thought I heard him growl.
“Tell me you did not come all the way up here in that.” His tone was menacingly
calm.
I straightened and faced him, tossing the cap from my bottle over my shoulder.
“I came all the way up here in this.”
Bucky’s eyes darkened. I took long swallows of water and stared back
insolently.
“What if someone had seen you? What if Tony had happened to step in with you?”
I drained the bottle. “So what?”
His jaw clenched and I grinned audaciously.
“You’re mine.”
I crossed my arms. “You don’t own me. I don’t belong to anyone”
Bucky took one slow step toward me.
“You’re mine.”
Then another.
“You’re my girl.”
Another step.
“You’re my dirty little girl. It’s my cock fillin’ your mouth and your tight
cunt. It’s my name you scream every night. No one else’s.”
He was now so close that my breasts, bare under the thin shirt, grazed his
massive chest. His soft breath in my ear contrasted with the rough stubble
scraping my cheek. I wanted to give in. To fall into him, let him ravage me and
indulge every lustful craving. But this time, even if it was just this once, he
would fall apart under me.
“You can’t resist me.”
I tilted my chin, smiling defiantly up at him. My fingertips slithered up the
inside of his right thigh and I squeezed his hardening erection. Raising up on
my toes, I giggled airily, pressing against him until my lips brushed his as I
spoke.
“You’re so right.”
Bucky’s breath hitched. I nibbled on his full bottom lip before sucking it
between my teeth. And then I abruptly pulled away, pushing past him toward the
bedroom door.
“What the hell?” he rasped behind me.
I bit back my smirk. Got him.
“Is there something you need?” I inquired sweetly as I turned to blink
innocently up at him.
Bucky growled, his metal hand lashing out to grasp the back of my neck. I
stopped its advance, clutching his forearm in front of my face. His eyes
flashed beneath his dark brow.
“I said, is there something you need?” I asked again forcefully, letting my
gaze wander from his eyes, to his inviting mouth and back up.
“You know what I need,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Tell me. “I need you.” Say it,” I murmured.
Bucky flexed his jaw. He loved being in control.
“Say please, Bucky,” I breathed alluringly, releasing his arm and running my
fingers over his stubble. “Say it and I can give you everything you want.”
He sighed softly, his crystal eyes peering into mine.
“Please… I want it.”
“Tell me you need me,” I whispered against his lips.
“I need you.”
With his throaty plea, the desire consumed me. “Well, since you asked so
nicely,” I teased as I kneeled in front of him.
I slid my palms up his powerful thighs and hooked my fingers in the waistband
of his sweats. My tongue skimmed along the line where fabric met skin from one
hip to the other. As I gently tugged them down, I placed feathery kisses on
every inch of newly revealed skin. When the pants dropped to his ankles I let
my eyes travel up his frame. He was a solid wall of taut muscle. His hungry
eyes were smoldering at me behind wisps of dark hair. He was the most gorgeous
thing I had ever seen. I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the tip in my
mouth and whimpered when the sweet taste of his precum coated my tongue.
Bucky’s eyes dilated, dark pupils nearly blacking out sky blue. He brought up
both hands to grasp my head, but I and snatched them away.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Bucky arched a brow, bemused. I licked a long stripe from base to tip, still
firmly squeezing his wrists. He sucked in a tight breath.
“No touching” I ordered, dragging my lips along the underside of his cock.
I released his hands and engulfed him in my mouth. Sliding my head up and down,
slicking him and taking more and more of his length. Soon the head was hitting
the back of my throat, producing a wet, choking sound. I took in a long gasp of
air through my nose before pushing my head down, until he was fully sheathed in
my throat and my nose had almost reached the short, black curls at his base. I
swallowed around him, the walls of my throat massaging his girth. I gagged once
and sat back. Bucky was clenching and unclenching his fists, his abs tightening
with each gasping breath. I slipped a hand up the hard ridges and dragged my
nails back down. His cock muffled my mewl. My other hand wrapped around his
shaft and I began to jerk him as I sucked on the head. My tongue circled the
tip with each pull of my hand and mouth. Bucky’s head fell back. His fingers
flexed at his sides, battling the impulse to roughly grip my neck and fuck my
throat as he so often did. Frenzied gagging sounds and guttural grunts filled
the air. Saliva, forced out of the corners of my mouth with every plunge,
rolled from my chin and slid down my throat. It was all so vulgar and
everything I craved. Bucky tipped over the edge with a hoarse cry, swelling in
my mouth.
“Ah… fuck… ssshit…”
He convulsed above me as pleasure wracked his body. I pressed my palm against
him, and his warm, calloused hand gripped my wrist for support as he panted.
The other came to rest on the back of my head, thumb stroking through my hair
as I eagerly drank his load. I moaned around him, shamelessly begging him for
every last drop. He was looking down at me as I slowly released him from my
mouth. Chest heaving, pupils blown, eyes glazed over from his high.
“Now.. Lay down.”
Bucky blinked.
“What?”
I almost felt bad for impeding on his post-orgasmic bliss. Almost.
“On the couch. Lay down. Now.”
He took two steps back and lowered himself onto the couch, still looking
slightly disoriented.
“Don’t move” I murmured.
I stepped up next to him, so close my knees brushed his shoulder. I lifted the
hem of his shirt over my head, revealing my naked form underneath. The cool air
raised chill bumps on my newly exposed skin. I let the shirt drop to the floor
beside me. Bucky’s eyes never left mine as I brought one knee to rest between
his head and the back of the couch. I placed the other on the sofa’s edge and
my hands on the arm rest behind him. I could have come solely from the sight
beneath me. Bucky was gazing up at me from between my legs, his eyes blazing with
desire. His cool breath caressed my slick folds. I shoved a hand through his
soft hair and tugged his face up to my pussy.
“Make me come, Bucky.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately running his tongue from my
entrance to my clit. His hands came up to clutch my ass, burying his face in my
cunt. The harsh scraping of his stubbled jaw on my inner thighs would be well
worth it. He enclosed my bundle of nerves in his lips and began to flick his
tongue over it while sucking gently.
“Buck… Bucky, shhhit, oh god…”
My high pitched whimpers and breathy curses filled the room. Both of my hands
were twisted in his hair as I rode his pretty mouth. His fingers dug into the
flesh of my ass and he matched my rhythm, tongue stroking from my dripping
entrance to massage my clit with every roll of my hips.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop… I’m so close, baby” I panted breathlessly.
Bucky groaned against my sex and my legs trembled. His rough flesh hand
stretched up and tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. He wrenched my
head down, arching my body back over him. His cybernetic arm wound around my
waist, firmly holding my pussy to his lips, working my cunt for all he was
worth. Alternating between delicately nibbling and sucking my clit, he landed a
sharp slap to the back of my thigh that sent me spiraling into bliss. I trapped
his head with my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. His unyielding hold on my
hair kept me bent backward, broken and raspy screams falling from my throat.
Eventually my muscles slackened and my cries faded to elated gasps. Bucky’s
mouth lingered against my glistening folds, the tip of his tongue lazily lapped
at my pulsing clit. His swollen lips kissed gingerly, and gentle tremors shook
my body as I floated back to earth. I crawled down his body until I was
straddling his waist, clasping the back of his neck with one hand and splaying
the other through his long hair. He sighed at the sensation and I pressed my
lips to his full mouth. His face was soaked with my orgasm. The taste of my
arousal on his hot tongue drove me wild, and the moan that surged from my
throat was swallowed by his fervid kisses. I was on fire, burning with the need
to be surrounded by him, filled by him. I tugged his hair, yanking his head
back and exposing his neck to my wandering lips.
“Do you want me, baby?” I whispered, my tongue gliding out to taste his skin.
“You want to fuck me into this couch?”
A low moan rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he sat upright. He wrapped his cool
metal arm around my hips, crushing my soft frame to his hard body. His other
hand skimmed up my side and clamped onto the back of my neck. My palms grabbed
at his shoulders as he stood from the couch, his massive strength sweeping me
up as if I was weightless. He turned, delving his tongue into my mouth. I
captured it between my lips and sucked lightly.
“Put your mouth on me.”
He obeyed instantly, dipping his head to slide his lips up the column of my
throat.
“Yes, baby… so good,” I whimpered as Bucky ventured lower, sealing his mouth
onto my nipple, biting softly. “So good for me.”
“Take me, James,” I purred. “I want you inside me.”
Bracing one hand against the arm of the couch, Bucky guided himself to my
opening, swiping his length back and forth through my wetness.
“Now, Bucky,” I pushed, digging my fingertips into his ribs and wrapping my
legs around the back of his thighs.
With a throaty groan, he plunged forward, burying himself fully in one thrust.
With both hands grasping the armrest, he ground his hips against mine, driving
as deep as he could. All the air flew from my lungs as slammed into me with all
the power behind his hips and arms. With each punishing snap of his hips, he
hit a spot that made my head spin and my walls seize around his thick cock.
“Yes, god… oh fuck, Bucky!” I screamed, clinging to him for dear life.
Blinding ecstasy swept my body. His breaths came in irregular heaves and every
muscle was trembling. I knew he was close to coming undone all over again.
“No. Not yet.”
“What?” he grated out.
“You’re not done yet,” I gasped, reaching down to the firm flesh of his ass,
jerking him flush against me. “I want more. Give me one more.”
Bucky growled harshly and pulled himself from me. His hair was falling around
his face, casting dark shadows across his glinting eyes. Sitting back on his
knees, he towered above me, making a ferocious sight. Snatching my ankle, he
hoist my right leg onto his metal shoulder. As he sank himself once more into
my pulsating cunt, he tossed my left leg over the other. He planted his palms
on either side of my head, his bulk forcing me into the cushions. Slipping
completely from me before ramming his length deep into my center, he
desperately drove me toward my undoing. My knees were pinned against my
shoulders, and with every unforgiving thrust, Bucky reached a place within me
he had never been.
“Don’t forget to breathe, darlin’.” His voice was strained, betraying his
struggle to keep his own end at bay.
He held my gaze as our bodies, slick with sweat, fused together again and
again. Hair wisped against my face and each breath he took fanned across my
skin. I choked for air and clung to his immovable arms. His name was the only
word I knew and it fell from my lips in broken gasps and moans, over and over
with each euphoric surge that wrecked my body. As I writhed below him, Bucky
lost control over his climax.
His body went rigid and his cock throbbed inside me. I felt the rush of warmth
spread through my core. Prayers, pleas and profanities spilled from his mouth.
With one final rough cry, Bucky collapsed on top of me. His forehead rested on
my breastbone as he struggled for breath. My eyes drifted closed and I tenderly
carded my fingers through his hair as we basked in paradise together.
“Look at me.”
His cerulean eyes peered into mine, so trusting and vulnerable.
Summary: After all scary events your life may become calm. Words: 1973 Warnings: none Author: Cass
You could see this. Sun rising on the sky, slowly changing black night into a bright day. Through small window you could see how they were preparing everything, one sight at the gallows made your stomach hurt. Just the imagine of you… hanging there made you sick. Your stomach hurt, your heart was beating faster, you had problems with catching a proper breath, your mind was one big mess.
“What will happen with me later?” “What my parents will say?” “This is the end..” “I don’t wanna die.” All those thoughts, they were loud like a war drum in your head.
You sat on the floor and pulled your legs to your chest, trying to calm yourself down.
“It’s okay… He is gonna come. He would never leave me. He loves me…” You kept repeating those words to calm down your mind.
And you were right. He was gonna come, but he had to plan everything. Ezio didn’t plan to kill whole prison to get you out. He wanted show everyone, that you are assassin’s property that no one can touch or hurt. They had to know that you were under their protection.
He wanted to prove you that you don’t need to be scared. His plan was simple. Assassins kill guards and he kill your executioner and get you, than make sure you will be safe.
You felt cold shivers going through your body when door to your cell hes been opened. Two guards smiled rudely at you. They grabbed your arm and dragged you out of cell. You tried your best to release yourself from their strong grips, you tried to kick and jerk but nothing helped, they were too strong for you.
They took you to the same place from last time… dark cell, few candles and the same old, wooden chair, stained with blood of others that had the “pleasure” to visit this place. You looked around when guards threw you onto this chair.
Then you saw him, he was a commandant of this place. He send you the same smile as guards before.
“Soo, I see you again… Listen, I’m sure you know what fate waits on you outside, so better talk now and I will change my decision”
“No! I will never betray my assassins! NEVER!”
Man only shook his head and slowly put on leather glows. You good knew what this meant…
Man smiled at you rising his hand. “Than suffer for your assassins, slut!” He said and hit you in the face.
The wave of pain moved through your body, even when range of pain was your cheek that become red and swollen from the force of impact. You felt tears in your eyes but you stayed as brave as you could, you saved assassin’s lifes not once. You were brave for them because you knew they will pay all their debts.
Hit, hit, hit another hit, hit after hit was aimed into your already aching face.
“Where are they! Where?! No one will come to safe you.”
Man growled and sighed heavily. He looked at you, all he saw was pathetic, beaten up woman.
“Take her, we will see each other later.” He said and looked away. Guards dragged you back to cell and closed door behind you.
You sighed and again looked outside, you saw how people started to gather up around the gallows. You felt like something squeeze your throat… was it again an imagine of you hanging there.
You felt like with every minute you were closer to your end. What if this man was right, what if they left you, what if this was really your end.
One thing made your heart stop… you saw them… older woman and man… You recognized them, your parents. Two the most important people in your life, people who gave you everything. You felt even worst.
You put your hand between bars and whimpered.
“Mamma! Papà!”
Somehow your mom looked into your direction, she quickly pulled her husband by hand and ran to your window.
“Dio mio! My child…”
She took your bruised hand and put it on her cheek.
“What have you done…”
“Is it true?! You really helped those assassins?!” Your father growled. “How could you? This is such a shame for us! For whole family!”
“Stop it! Looked at her.” Your mother yelled at him.
You looked at them both, with tears in eyes.
“I really… I didn’t… I wanted to… I had to… please forgive me.”
“There is no forgiveness for you.” Man said. “You deserve the same fate like every assassin.” He said and walked away.
Woman looked at you.
“Is it about him, about this man?” She asked looking at tears on your cheeks.
You only nodded feeling how words got stuck in your throat. “Yes… He is one of them, I was helping them. Sorry Madre, I love him.”
Woman smiled sadly and put hand between bars to stroke your cheek. “Mother always forgive, I love you my child.” She kissed your hand and slowly walked away.
You felt terrible, you just slide onto floor and started cry, you felt like you really changed.
They came for you, again two guards, they brought black cape for you. One of man put it around your shoulders and put hood on your head. They pushed you out of cell, but you didn’t break. You tried to keep some self pride. You walked, like a lady, listening to all screams, you didn’t pay attention to stuff that were threw into your direction.
You walked onto platform and listened how judge was reading your judgments. “Do you have anything to say before your die?” man asked.
You took deep breath.
“I did nothing wrong! I helped people that really needed this. People which we all need!” You yelled only to meet angry screams from people.
You looked at all of them, you saw your parents somewhere in the crowd. You mother was crying when your father stayed still.
Then you felt thick rope that executioner put onto your throat, he even didn’t take off hood from your head.
Suddenly there were some moves in crowd, white hoods! Your heart started beating faster, not from fear but happiness, now you felt safe. You watched how few guards disappeared and were replaced with assassins in guard’s uniforms. One of them winked at you when small knife threw from crowd, weakened rope.
“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I sentence you to death!” judge yelled.
Your executioner pulled the lever.
The hole under you opened up but you just fell down because rope wasn’t now strong enough to hold your weight. You looked out from the hole to see Ezio quickly killing judge and executioner.
People watched everything terrified.
“People of Rome!”
He yelled and helped you get out from hole. “This woman is under my protection. You touch her – you’re gonna have to fight with me!” He yelled. “I wanna you all to know that. No matter who you are, normal citizen or a soldier. You can’t touch her!”
After that Ezio got onto his horse and helped you got there too. “Let’s go home” He said quietly.
Ezio jumped off of his horse and took you into his arms.
“What they have done to you?” He said and opened door to his hideout. There were few assassins, they all looked at you and with smile on their faces.
You could saw and feel how happy they were that they saw you again, you heard so many nice words from them. Your man only smiled at you.
“Let’s go take care of you.”
It took him few hours to fully wash your body and properly take care of you, every touch made you shiver.
Ezio gently touched your cheek “You are safe now. No one is gonna touch you ever again.” He said and kissed you softly. You only whimpered happily and kissed him back. Now you really felt safe like never before.
It took you two months to return to your condition. This two months some showed you how much you did for brotherhood, Sometimes you were walking next to Ezio but sometimes not. No matter of that you always could see ready breakfast, it wasn’t always perfect but you could see that assassins tried their best, they were always offering their help, they were bringing you flowers, they were making shopping for you. Assassins were coming to you only to check if you feel okay and to make sure you aren’t sick or hungry. It was so sweet from their side. Now you knew what you were for them.
But still the most important from them was your man, Ezio tried be with you as often as possible. You loved to lie down to sleep next to him and in the same way to wake up. He always made sure you fell okay and that all your injuries healed properly, he made sure you feel safe.
After few days you walked to Ezio and nuzzled to him.
“What are you doing?” You asked quietly.
He smiled and pulled you onto his laps.
“Just planning… I try to find something about Zaccheo [Y/L/N]” Ezio said and stroked your hair. “He is a Templar.”
You blinked and looked at him shocked. “Zaccheo [Y/L/N]…?”
Ezio only nodded. “Something’s wrong?”
“He… He is my father..” You said “But… But he can’t… I mean… God, it would explain his… his behavior two months ago… He was oddly happy that they will hang me…”
Ezio looked at you confused.
“What are you talking about..?”
“My parents found me right before execution. My father… He said that they should hang me because I worked with assassins.” You said. “But he… I would… I never thought that he may be a templar.”
“[Y/N]…” Ezio started, “I’m sorry but… I need to take care of him. He is dangerous… For all of us…” He said and touched your cheek gently. “I’m really sorry…”
Ezio spend whole night, calming you down but finally you started undstood. That this really needed to happen. You agreed and you did this because you decided to stay with assassins.
You watched how Ezio was leaving hideout to do “his mission”, you knew he was going to get your father. You were scared even when he promised he won’t touch your mother. You trusted him.
You didn’t sleep that night, you waited only to see him and to hear that he did this. When he returned, he looked weird.
“What happened.” You asked.
Ezio looked at you.
“Hey, So… It’s over, Just your father… He Said ‘I’m not afraid of death. I could see why The Order is important. You, assassins pull good people onto bad way. My daughter is a good example of it.’ I never..” Ezio Shivered ” I… i never thought about that in such way.”
You walked to him.
“Ezio… you all did nothing. I joined because I wanted to, no one forced me to anything.” You said and looked at him.
He smiled sadly and hugged you tightly.
“I love you… I will always protect you but… now I want you to pack some stuff. We are leaving Rome tomorrow’s morning. Don’t ask where we are going… you will see.” He said and kissed you.
You returned the kiss and nodded.
At morning you both were ready. Your horse followed Ezio’s horse. You had no idea where are you were going, but you honestly wanted to leave the city. Your direction was unknown but you were with your man and everything bad stayed in Rome. You felt good with this.
Since this day your life got crazy as hell but finally after long time everything become normal. Ezio took off his hood on forever and you became his wife.
A/N: Hi. Beast had inspired me to write
this little smut and I have to admit it was a great fun for me to write it.
Also, I was listening to the song with a nice climate (it’s my subjective
opinion of course). Schiller – I feel you♥
That night I went out, trying to get rid of all
my problems, trying to forget about them.
Plan was simple – get out to have a drink in local bar, maybe dance a bit and
then come back to home. And I almost accomplished all things I had on my list.
ALMOST.
I was sitting at the bar, in my tight black dress I used to wear only for
special occasions. But hell, wasn’t it a special occasion that I wanted to get
drunk to forget about that fucking asshole he used to call himself my boyfriend
and who had slept with my best friend? For me it was enough as a reason.
I had my red high hills on along with red leather jacket on my shoulders.
What? I wanted to look classy. Yes, I can agree that I might look a bit like a
cheap slut, but let’s be honest – every single girl has something from a slut
deep inside. It might be wild fantasies or the way you are dealing with your
sexuality, wearing strong makeup or defiant clothes. Sometimes you’re doing it
subconsciously, sometimes taking all responsibility for that. But yes. You want
to look good and to make men lose their heads for you. So did I.
When I was drinking my fourth glass of whiskey with cola, I felt someone was
watching me.
I gently looked around above my shoulder and I saw two men I was not expecting
to meet in such place.
Steven Grant Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.
I send them a brief smile and I returned to sipping on my alcohol.
I still could feel their eyes on me. Hell, it was kinda… Exciting.
I felt how fast I was getting drunk. But suddenly my heart stopped within
second.
It was when I felt a rough hand on my tight.
“I feel you” strong voice whispered straight into my ear. His hot
breath hit back of my neck and I shivered slightly, feeling how excitement was
growing in me.
I bit my lover lip and held my breath for few seconds.
Few moments later I felt a pair of heated lips on my neck and I let out a quiet
moan.
I turned my head a bit to look at my left side.
I saw how Bucky was taking seat next to me at the one of high bar chairs.
“What are ya doin’ here alone, little one?” I heard same voice, which
I have heard earlier. I knew it was no one else but Steve Rogers. Captain
America himself.
“I’m having a nice evening” I smirked.
I cursed myself in my thoughts for that statement. It sounded like a confession
of a frustrated teenager.
“Oh, are ya?” Bucky laughed loudly, finishing his drink and putting
his glass on the counter. “It’s not a safe place, especially for such a
cutie.”
I looked into his pale blue eyes and gave a little nod.
“Maybe. But I’m a brave girl.”
I saw, how they exchanged glances between each other.
Second later I felt Steve’s chin on my bare shoulder. It scratched a bit
because of his beard.
“Mind to end this evening with us?” he asked, ending his sentence by
leaving a kiss on my earlobe. “You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”
I didn’t want to admit it in front of myself then, but his deep voice, the way
he was talking and the touch of his hand on my thigh just made me wet.
I only nodded, biting on my lower lip again.
“Tell us your name, babe” Bucky reached his metal hand towards me and
ran his metal fingers through my hair.
“Y/N” I said quietly, almost whispering.
“Y/N…. Perfect name for such a cutie..” Steve murmured deeply, his
lips still were on the back of my neck.
“Thanks, boys” I chuckled softly,
closing my eyes while I was finishing my whiskey.
“You won’t ask for our names, huh?” Steve’s hand traveled up my thigh
and after a while I felt like his fingers have been slipped under satin
material of my dress. I hummed lovingly.
I good knew he could easily tell by reactions of my body, that I was turned on.
All my muscles were tensed at that moment.
“I don’t have to ask. I know you. Both of you” my voice was nothing
more but a whisper. “James Barnes” I looked at Bucky, “and Steve
Rogers” I moved my hand to briefly ran my fingers along Steve’s hand,
which was still resting on my thigh.
“Well, well” Bucky smirked, slipping his metal fingers into his hair.
“As I see we’re recognizable up here, pal” Bucky’s blue eyes slided
over upper part of my body to stop at Steve’s steel one.
Cap sighed deeply, I felt the smell of strong cognac on my cheek.
“So, how it’s gonna be, babygirl?” Bucky leaned over to me and he
placed a short kiss on my lips, without any signs of hesitation. I didn’t
protest at all, just improved my position a bit.
I didn’t care if anyone was watching.
I didn’t pay attention to jealous gazes.
I didn’t want anything else but to go out of the bar and get laid with them. It
was my main goal.
I gave kiss back, as disjointed as it was.
I gasped for air, because Bucky left me breathless after that little kiss. I
wanted more.
I was a bit drunk. But I didn’t care.
I grabbed Bucky by a collar of his leather jacket and I pulled him closer to
me, then I slowly kissed his hot lips, enjoying the roughness of his beard at
my face. I decided to be more like a real coquette, so I let my tongue to be
slipped into his mouth boldly, and after his humming I could tell he liked
that.
At the same time I moaned quietly as I felt strong hand moving up my inner
thigh and second later I felt skillful fingers, which were playing with my lacy
panties. They have been slipped under material and I had to control myself from
groaning.
I was still kissing Bucky, my hand has been placed at one of his knees, I had
to support my body balance somehow and it was the most effective way to do so.
Bucky’s tongue was happily dancing with mine as Steve’s fingers were making
little circles around my yet dripping pussy.
When we ended the kiss, I felt Steve’s hand on my cheek. He forced me to turn
my head to him so he could taste my lips too. His kiss was strong and full of
passion.
I moaned quietly in his lips when I felt like his fingers have been taken away
from my pussy.
Steve looked at me and slowly but surely he placed his fingers which he used to
play with me into his mouth. Blonde man briefly licked over them, smiling at
his friend.
“C’mon. Don’t waste our time” Bucky winked at Steve and they both got
off their chairs. “Shall we, babe?” Bucky glanced at me.
He didn’t have to repeat twice.
“Sure” I also got up and took my little bag from the counter.
“Lead the way, guys.”
The air was stifling. Sweltering. Hazy with the aura of sex. The frenzied
gagging, slapping, and squelching along with animalistic growls, deep groans
and hoarse mewls resonated deafeningly through the otherwise silent compound.
The scent of my flowing arousal and the sounds of our carnal lust overflowed
from the confines of the room’s four walls; anyone on this side of the building
would all but see our frantic coupling.
My skin was damp. Dewy. Saturated with moisture from my own body as well as the
two frames I was crushed between. Saliva, sweat and slick. Perspiration dripped
from the hair that hung over Steve’s forehead. It ran down Bucky’s neck,
trickling through every crevice of his chiseled chest and abdomen. With every
push and pull, their fluids fell to mingle with my own. Spittle was forced from
my mouth with each plunge of Steve’s length into my mouth. His hand clamped
firmly onto the back of my neck, and every time he pushed himself into my
throat, more cascaded down my chin and neck. Bucky’s thick shaft drove into me
at a turbulent pace as his metal fingers rolled my clit, and my pleasure seeped
down my thighs.
The pain was present. Perfect. Clouding my mind and overwhelming my senses. The
effort to keep from being choked on Steve’s member stole my breath. Bucky’s
girth stretched my walls and ground deep against my cervix, making my body
thrash each time he sunk himself fully inside me. Each powerful drive of his
hips forced me into Steve, nearly strangling me on his cock. Their grips were
unforgiving. Both of Steve’s hands fisted my hair. Bucky’s fingers dug into my
shoulder. My roots strained and bruises formed on my skin as they played tug of
war with my body. It was so much. But not enough. It was never enough.
The end was furious. Ferocious. Bucky and Steve dragging me with them as they
ravenously chased the gratification of their insatiable hunger. Steve achieved
his high first. His heaving breaths became strained warnings.
His cock throbbed against my tongue and released spurt after spurt of thick cum
down my throat. He slumped forward, one bulging arm supporting his weight, and
his other hand held my neck unrelentingly until I had swallowed all he had
given me.
“Shit! Good girl. Such a good, good girl..” he groaned as he continued to
convulse above me. Finally he fell back onto his haunches, although his fingers
remained in my hair, stroking gently as I gasped for air. The moans now fell
unrestricted from my lips as Bucky neared his end, his thrusts becoming more
savage.
“Buck, flip her over.”
Bucky ignored him momentarily, his head falling backward as he gripped my hips
and pulled me back onto his length mercilessly. My arms came out from under me.
“Bucky. TURN HER OVER” Captain Rogers commanded again.
A feral growl ripped from Bucky’s throat as he wrenched himself from me. He
stepped off the bed and yanked me to the edge by my ankle, leaving yet another
bruise. Before I could draw another breath I was rolled onto my back with my
legs hooked over Bucky’s forearms. He grasped my hips, burying himself deep
inside my pulsating cunt. He was close. The brutal snaps of his hips became
erratic, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open. Steve fell beside
me. His fingers went to my bundle of nerves, pinching, rolling, circling. His
beautiful lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My back
arched off the bed and every muscle contracted. Bucky moaned in response.
“Oh God… Hell… Fuck, fuck babe!”
His guttural cries and his hot release spilling into me were enough.
I lost myself to the ecstasy, screaming both their names for anyone to hear.
“Bucky! Steve!” I was only able to cry their names, desperately.
Steve slid his fingers into my clenching cunt and drew every last euphoric
tremor from my body as Bucky continued to pulse within me. I shuddered one
final time as they both slipped from me, leaving me empty but completely
fulfilled. My eyes languidly drifted closed as Steve pulled my lips to his own.
He brushed his fingers over my cheek as he softly brought me back to reality.
Bucky fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. His thumbs danced over my hip
bones and he placed faint kisses across my stomach as he knelt there, thanking
me.
I basked in the satisfied exhaustion, relishing in their caresses. I felt Steve
move behind me, and I hummed as he hoisted me up, resting my back against his
hard chest. My head lolled to the side and his tongue trailed up my neck. Hot
breath blew over my dripping folds before Bucky’s teeth nipped at my inner
thigh, scratching my smooth skin with his rough beard.
I closed my eyes, smiling softly.
I knew it will be a long night. And fuck. I
have wanted it to last forever.
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