The chronicles of the winter || Part IV

January 28, 2017 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Part II

|| Part III
Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 1210

Warnings: none

He had to be wiped again.
It took five men to get him into the chair, and three to get the rubber guard in his mouth. He sweared he’ll kill them all. If he will remember.
If he will…

If you’re not close to someone, you won’t miss them when they’re gone.

The war against Hydra has started again.

Steve’s heart was broken.
Bucky.
His Bucky was ALIVE.
The man he missed for all those years, the man he thought has died. The lost friend… He was ALIVE.
He was in a reach of his hand, but once again Steve has failed. He let them take Bucky away.

Captain was sitting in his room, at the desk with a little lamp on it.
He was drawing, as he used to do in a good times.
He drew a man. A man with dark hair and a wicked smile and pain behind his eyes. The picture caused a pain in Steve’s chest so intense, he wasted precious lead scribbling over it until the image was obliterated before he torn it up. He let out a short scream, letting tears to run down his cheeks.
Bucky. HIS FRIEND.

Steve slipped hands in his blonde hair, he lowered his head, closing the blue eyes of his.

He remembered the way Bucky looked at him when he called his name.
Steve saw, how confused man was. He seemed to not remember things.
It was Bucky, that was obvious, but he was STRANGE.
Of course he had changed, his hair were longer, he had a beard. And finally, he had a pain behind his eyes.. Ineffable pain.
It was Bucky, but at the same it wasn’t him. Steve couldn’t recognize his friend in those blue eyes. It was the foe.

A subtle knocking to his door roused him from thoughtfulness.
“Come in” he said simply, closing his sketchbook.
The door has opened and Sam walked in.
“I came to check if you need something” Wilson said slowly, with kind of a hesitation in his voice.
Steve gave a sad smile to his friend, shaking head slightly.
“All I need is to find HIM, but you know that” Captain rose from a chair and walked to the large window with a view at the Potomac River. He leaned his forearm against a cold glass, letting out a loud sigh.
Falcon for a moment was standing still, but then he slowly walked to Captain and put his palm on man’s shoulder.
“I know” he affirmed.
Steve lifted his chin and turned head to face Sam.
“I have a feeling I’ve lost him again” that short statement was the only thing Captain could say at the moment.
Falcon looked straight into his friend’s eyes.
“We’ll find him, but first of all you have to convince our management to this idea. Natasha is injured, I don’t think they’ll just let you bring Barnes here. It’s too dangerous. He’s a… lunatic.”
“SAM” Steve’s face has stiffened in a second. “Hydra has a control over him. It wasn’t him…”
Falcon took a step back, now both of his palms were placed at Steve’s shoulders.
“It’s hard for you and I respect it. But someone has to stay with clear mind. Let me be a voice of rationality” sad smile appeared on Sam’s face as he spoke. “You can’t just throw everything and go to look for him. Even you won’t manage it. He’s a ghost. And I think they changed his location. We have to prepare a plan. We need to have a support from above, so Fury has to accept your idea before you’ll take any actions” Sam cocked brow at Steve, looking for a confirmation if his friend understands his words.
Captain with a deep sigh gave a slight nod.
“Very good” Sam patted Steve’s back. “You shall rest” he added quickly, taking hands off blonde man’s shoulders. “Don’t worry. Now, when we know he’s alive, it’ll be easier to track him down” after the last sentence, Falcon quietly left the room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.

Bucky had a nightmare again. But this time it was something new.

It was as if God had adjusted the colours of the world in the night, like it was as easy as twisting one of those old plastic dials on a TV set. Everything was brighter than it should be, the trees were not just green but radiant virescent hues that burned themselves in Bucky’s sleepy retinas. The houses were as grey as if they’d been repainted by moonlight and now stood vibrant in the golden rays that fell unfettered though the clear sky. The road that should be grey was a sleek river of black with perfect paint lines and the street, lamps were blue. But they had never been blue, not ever. Everything was so right it was wrong – really wrong. The front yards that had been dishevelled with the decrepitude of late winter just yesterday were a riot of colourful blooms. Bucky turned back to look at his house, the curtain twitched. Someone was in there.
He hurried to the front door only to find it was locked.
Suddenly Bucky heard familiar voice, it came from behind.
Brunette slowly turned around.
In front of him his last target was standing, without hesitation. Captain America, Steve Rogers.
His skin was pale, his big eyes seemed to glow in a blue light of the street lamps. He was wearing a military uniform, its colour also wasn’t normal, a mix of black with radiant blue.
“Do you remember all the danger we came from?” man asked.
Bucky couldn’t say a word. Some kind of an invisible force overwhelmed his entire body.
“I’m longing for the days of no surrender, years ago” Captain continued. “To all the things I’ve lost on you, tell me, Bucky, are they lost on you? Just that you could cut me loose after everything I’ve lost on you?”
The Soldier trembled slightly, he wanted to take a step backward, but something was keeping him in a place.
“So smoke ‘em if you got ‘em ‘cos it’s going down” blonde man said, taking a pistol out of his pocket.
He aimed and shot in Bucky’s head.

Bucky woke up, trembling all over his body, covered in cold sweat.
He sat on his bed, his eyes weren’t accustomed to the darkness, so he blinked few times.
The target.
He knew that man. He used to know him… He was sure now.

Bucky rose up and went to the little, dingy bathroom located on the corridor.
Once he was there, he quickly splashed his face with a cold water, then he lifted chin and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He only noticed a pair of sad, frightened blue eyes. He was pale, he desperately needed a shave.
He clenched hands in fists and with metal one he simply hit in the mirror.
Glass with a loud bang has crashed into hundreds of small pieces.
At the same time Bucky squalled targets name, slowly slumping to his knees.

After long argument with Fury, Steve finally received the assent to look for Bucky and to bring him to the S.H.I.E.L.D base.
Now the race against time has started.

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part III

January 27, 2017 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Part II

Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 1273

Warnings: none

Ten minutes to eliminate the Captain America is more than generous.
He didn’t make a sound, he was trained not to make a sound.
While the van was standing at the little parking lot next to the main street in the city center, he was awaiting, in a shade of a huge skyscraper.
Leaning his back against the cold wall of the building, he once again repeated his plan.

Take your aim… HE’S ONLY A TARGET. Cut him down… THAT PREMONITION THAT I KNEW HIM. Your bullet can’t ricochet….

Finally he heard some voices.
Target wasn’t alone…

“Are you sure it’s here?” Sam asked hesitantly.
“Excuse me? Are you undermining my navigational skills now?” Natasha barked loudly, getting out of their car.
Steve, who at that moment was standing next to the vehicle, was looking around.
“Stop, immediately, both of you” he said in a harsh voice of his. “It’s not a good moment for arguments, do you understand?”
Natasha only rolled her eyes, taking a seat at the hood of the car.
“What’s now, Cap?” she asked coldly. “I’m telling you, Steve. It could be anyone else. Maybe they’re wrong.”
Captain didn’t answer at her words, because he noticed the black van standing at a one of free parking spaces.

In the same time Soldier decided to start an action.
He turn around, stepping out of the shadow and he aimed. But he quickly realized the target was firing his own weapon at him, one bullet has striked him in the chest where his tactic vest absorbed the impact.
In the next moment the target launched himself at the Soldier. He was good, Bucky had to admitted…
He was stronger and faster than target was, but he had to concentrate to block man’s blows and get through his defences. He lost his own weapon early in the exchange. Bucky was finally able to sweep blonde man’s feet out from under him and he went down. He straddled the target, circling his neck with his hands. It will take only moments now…

But the target wasn’t alone.
Bucky felt a strong blow aimed in his neck, so for a short moment he lost his concentration.
Not even taking eyes off the target, with his metal arm he grabbed second person, who was still standing behind them. He easily threw the person aside. With a corner of his eye he noticed it was a redhead woman.

He again focused on the target beneath him. But the target wasn’t done. He managed to get one leg up to Bucky’s throat, to force him down and break the grip that’s depriving him of breath. He almost managed to get away. No one has managed to come so close to escaping the Soldier… But he had him pinned again in a moment…
The target began to strike out with no technique, just blind panic, arms and legs were flailing against him. As he gasped for breath that won’t come, one of the target’s hand reached out and grabbed his face mask, pulling it off.

The target saw his face, and he freezed. The target knows him…

Second strong blow in the neck threw Soldier out of the target, straight at the concrete.
He made a coup forward and quickly got back on his feet.
There was one more person besides the woman. It was a tall black man. A strong man…

The target got up from the ground with help of his comrade. Bucky felt target’s eyes on himself.

Soldier slowly turned his head to face blonde man.
“BUCKY?!” the target whispered quietly.
Soldier for a second was silent, than he narrowed his brows and barked.
“Who the hell is Bucky?”

He didn’t know what the target was talking about. But the familiar feeling of knowing that man came back to Soldier’s head.

Suddenly an apparent peace has been interrupted by shots.
The two men who came at the place with the Soldier, seeing what was going on at the parking lot, decided to step into an action.
They were aiming in the target and his comrades.
Suddenly Soldier heard a female scream. Redhead has been shot in her arm and she fell on the ground, squeaking quietly.

“Get to the fucking van!” one of the mercenaries screamed loudly, giving a sign to the Soldier, while the second was distracting the target.

Bucky ran straight to the car and quickly got in.
After a moment second of the men jump to the van too and he shut the door as he did.
A driver hardly pressed the accelerator and after a while they were on a way back to the private airport.

His handler was standing on the stairs, just out of reach, he held a pistol firmly in both hands. It didn’t matter. The Soldier knew he could kill the man if he wanted to. He had a gun in his boot and three knives, and he wouldn’t even need any of them. He could cross the distance between them and break the man’s neck before he could pull the trigger or say the words. But he didn’t. The handler’s controls was fraying, but they weren’t quite broken yet.
“Soldier, report” his handler ordered.
The Soldier didn’t even do his handler the courtesy of looking at him, keeping his eyes directed to the floor. He was sitting at the narrow brick wall, in the huge devastated, abandoned air shed.
“You failed your mission, Soldier. I need your report.”
That made the Soldier turn to his handler. He knew he did.
“Who am I?” Bucky asked.
“You are the Soldier” the handler replied without hesitation.
“And who was I before that?”
“You were nobody.” the words were spit out, contemptuous. The Soldier clenched his fists. “You ARE nobody.”
“Who was the target?” he asked.
“He was an enemy.”
“I knew him” the Soldier whispered.
“That’s why he had to die. He would have exposed your existence. Your work is so important, we cannot allow that to happen.” the handler was so sure, so confident. The Soldier hated him.
“But I knew him” Bukcy insisted. He sensed his handler’s tense.
He rose to his feet and faced down his handler. The man was almost as tall as he was, but the Soldier knew he can’t be underestimated.
“Солдат. Стоп.”
The Soldier balanced on the balls of his feet. He knew the switch to Russian meant the words were coming.
“Желание.”
One word wasn’t enough for the handler to take his will, but it was enough that for the Soldier to feel the strands of control began to once more wind around him.
He launched himself forward with a snarl, sure of his own ability, but his handler was ready for him. He fired two times and the Soldier felt two darts strike, in throat and leg. He fought to keep moving, but can feel the drugs, the poison, which was overcoming his will. He had his hands around the throat of his handler, but his vision was fading and he fell. The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness entirely was a vicious kick to his ribs.

He woke up in the chair and found the routine has changed. This time, they started with fire, fire that burnt the rebellion from his brain. Fire that left him screaming, that made his limbs tremble. When the fire has burned the last fragment of his old self away, only then they did stop.
His handler approached him, the hated red book which he has held in his hands.
“And now, Soldier,” his handler said coldly, “we will begin again.”

Author: Beast

The chronicles of the winter || Part II

January 26, 2017 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 874

Warnings: none

The
routine is always the same: ice, fire, words, compliance.
They pull the Soldier from the cryo chamber with ice still in his veins and
drag him down throughout dark corridors and through bulk head doors to the
chair. Coming out of cryo, he never remembers much, but he remembers enough to
fear the chair. There aren’t any good times.

He thought heaven can’t help him now.
Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take him down somehow.
These memories follow him around, still.
Some snippets of situations he could barely remember caused kind of an anxiety.
He knew however, that he has to be impassive, no matter what will happen.
Steve Rogers.
That single name re-echoed in his head.
It was kinda bothering him, because he had an irresistible feeling, that he
knew that person. Somehow. Sometime.. Somewhere…

Soldier, the soldier, get the soldier,
soldier we have a mission for you, soldier, soldier…
Mission report.
What mission? Which mission? Why are they staring at me?
Mission report.
Captain America.

Ice. Fire. Words. Compliance. More fire.
More words. More ice.
Every time they pull him from the ice, things have changed. Hairstyles. Cars.
Fashion. Language changes. A phrase that would have passed unnoticed becomes
old-fashioned while he sleeps. Who his handlers serve changes as well: from the
Soviet Union to Russia to Hydra.
There are some constants, though.
He has a habit. He sketches between missions, when he’s awaiting at another
assignment. But as soon as sketch is done, he destroys it.
Once he couldn’t force his himself to tear up that sketch, and his handler found
it stuck in a pocket that usually holds ammunition. They broke his fingers
before they put him in the ice that time, and again when they pull him out. The
Soldier’s fingers ache after that, a steady reminder not to get caught again.

The other thing that doesn’t change is
death. Whether his handlers are Soviet, Russian or Hydra, their orders always
involve death. They burn out his memory, but death always follows him.
All those people he killed.
Polish colonel in Warsaw, Danish special agent, Bosnian high rank commander of
Tactical Air Force…
He remembers all of them. ALWAYS.

Where are those happy days? They seem so
hard to find. I really tried to make it out, I wish I understood. How can I
even try to go on?

And now he was assigned once again. His
mission seemed to not be so easy this time, but there was no place for excuses.
Captain America. Steve Rogers. And Soldier has to eliminate the target.

His handler took him to the little room.
It was “his place”.
There was a little window beneath a ceiling, brick walls were dilapidated. A
narrow metal bed with a smouldering mattress on it was standing with bedhead to
the door.
“Rest. You’re going to Washington tomorrow morning” handler said in harsh
voice, without any redundant emotions.
He only nodded.

As soon as doors were closed, Bucky
slowly sat on the mattress, slipping his metal fingers into his long hair.
“I need to shave”, brunette thought to himself. It was rather a ridiculous
afterthought, he thought second later.
He always wanted to ran from demons of his past, so he tried to think about
some silly things. Sometimes it helped. Sometimes not…

He spent whole night by sitting on the
mattress, with knees tucked up to his chin.

The sun has already long set when they
landed at a private airfield. The two men with them made bribes and threats to
avoid any questions. The Soldier geared up in his tactical suit, the handler
insisted that this job requires the face mask.
Bucky made sure he had all his weapons —guns, knives. He put the mask in place,
and then got into the back of the plain black van that awaited them on the
tarmac.
In the van, time seemed to come to a standstill.

When the van stopped and the handler
threw the door open on a city street he thought he should recognize, he could
noticed the beginnings of light showing in the sky.
“You have ten minutes. They’ll be here in a moment” his handler said.

They were looking for him since several
minutes.
“They said he’s somewhere around here” Natasha growled, once again taking a
look at the navigation and a little red dot on a screen.
Sam let out a slight gasp.
“Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D has wrong informations? Who has reported it?” man asked,
shrugging.
“They have confirmed informations, Sam” Captain’s voice was firm as he spoke.

Steve was preparing to this actions
since very long time period.
The Winter Soldier, the Ghost, was in the city and it might be the only
occasion to find him and take him to the base.
He was responsible for a lot of assassinations in last few decades. S.H.I.E.L.D
really wanted to catch that man. He was the most dangerous person and he needed
to be captured.
Steve’s phone rang suddenly, so he picked up a call.

He was listening for a while and when he
hung off the phone, he threw a gaze to Sam.
“Turn right, Sam. One of the agents has seen their van at the city center.”

Author: Beast

January 22, 2017December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine: Bucky
is being tortured and trained to become a Winter Soldier

The basement was pitch black. He was as blind as if his eyes had been gouged. His body washed cold. He brought his fingers to his eye sockets, they were still there. He turned back to the stairs and tried to run up, but his foot fell through each one like it was a mere projection. So how had he walked down them? He leant forwards to touch the stair and felt a fabric fall down his arm, soft and velvety. Cold metal touched his forehead and moved down. Without sight of any knife he began to bleed from the neck, he choked. He raised his hands to feel the sticky warm fluid about his throat. He screamed.

A loud noise startled Bucky out of his abysmal nightmare. His cheeks were wet and his body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs, probably because he was thrashing in his sleep. His heart pounded against his chest. Bucky trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of his nightmare still clung to his mind, haunting him. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. Bucky let out a frightened cry and buried his face into his pillow. Even his breaths trembled. He swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of his room. He couldn’t see anything.

Every night it was the same.
He was always back in his personal hell. The same nightmare all the time. On awakening, despite the nightmare ending, a ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes. Anxiety. Fear.
But he couldn’t show it. He had to stay strong.

Bucky has been trained to become an assassin for Hydra.
He was meat on a slab to Hydra’s agents, screaming, begging, crying, pleading, bargaining, but nothing affected them.
He knew the rules. He had to be obedient.

“Name?” a low voice asked.
He cleared his throat before he spoke.
“James Buchanan Barnes.”
Electricity lanced through his brain, causing strong convulsions — his teeth ground together, his hands gripped the chair, he pulled and fought and couldn’t get away, nothing remained but the fire in each of his muscles.
“Name?” the voice asked again.
“…please… I…” Bucky whispered weakly.
Another blow of the electricity caused a huge pain, it spreaded quickly throughout his whole body.
“NAME” voice was harsh.
Bucky didn’t say a word. Cold. Darkness. Sore. He ran a dry tongue over shriveled lips.
“…water.. I need a water..” he was begging. The darkness stretched eternally as he faded into nothing, closing his eyes.
“PURPOSE?!” voice screamed.
It pulled him out of the emptiness.
“….glory of Hydra..” he whispered as devastated as he was.
A wet rag touched his lips, reeking of mildew. He was so dsperate for moisture, that he sucked at it. The rag was torn away so quickly. He was left, craving for more of a moisture.
He heard a satisfaction in the voice.
“Good. Take him away.”

There had always been blood on his hands: from the people he’d eliminated. The targets they’d assigned to the asset. Enemy soldiers when he was a sniper in the war.
A short flashbacks frequently appeared when he was falling asleep.
Sometimes he was even able to assign them to a certain events from his previous… life? Was it a life or was it only a dream? He wasn’t sure. He never has been.

“A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer” one of the commanders said loudly, standing at a stiar-head at the top of a stairs. “I know it sounds sordid, but you’ll be rewarded, when at last we’re given our dues.”
Bucky looked at the man, no ounce of emotions left in him anymore.
The commander continued.
“Of course, quid pro quo, you’re expected to take certain duties on board. Prepare for the coup of a century, be prepared for the murkiest scam, meticulous planning for decades. Our ambitions are bared. You only have to kill Captain America. That’s your next target. He’s your next mission.”
Bucky didn’t even blink, he only gave a slight nod. He knew the rules…
“Payback time is nearing and then our flag will fly against a blood-red sky” the man smiled rudely, looking at rest of soldiers, who were gathered in the huge canteen. They all were looking at one of their leaders.
Man looked directly at Bucky, his mouth corners slowly raised up in an awful smile.
“The battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for us. The melody of growls, a counterpoint of painful howls, a symphony of death, that’s what we need to hear.”
Man in a khaki uniform slowly went downstairs and stood in front of the Winter Soldier.
“Hydra’s still around to train this soldier…” he walked around Bucky, finally putting palms at assasin’s shoulders from behind. Than man said loudly:
“…till he learns to be a perfect killer with a lust for being bad.”
Bucky knew the rules.
He just was assigned. Now he had a mission.

Author: Beast

Gif: X

January 20, 2017December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine:

Bucky
is learning you Romanian

Request from: Anonymous

You were an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D since a month.
You had a good contact with almost all of the Avengers, you quickly caught the contact with them because of your good interpersonal abilities.
There was only one person, in front of whom you was scared to stand..
James Bucky Barnes.
Yes. That tall, handsome former Winter Soldier always was making you feel incredibly unsure about yourself. You were losing your confidence as soon his blue eyes were falling on you.
You were even more scared when director Fury ordered you to learn Romanian. You had to do it because of you assignment to a new mission.
As concerns your experience on a missions, it was something about what you didn’t prefer to talk. You have only been once to Vienna with Black Widow and Falcon. And now you had to support Bucky himself at his infiltrating mission in Bucharest.
Your stress has only been increased by a fact, that Bucky will learn you Romanian.

“Y/N, really, am I demand too much?” Bucky rolled his eyes once again, leaning his head on his crossed palms.
You were at 10th lesson of Romanian and that was a day, when you had a little test. As it was easy to predict, you earn only half points from a stakes.
“But… Bucky… I’ve been telling you not once… I still have problem with a pronunciation of all those long words…” You lowered your gaze, looking hardly at your nails.
“You had to train it. And? You as always did nothing” he growled lazily. “Listen, Y/N, it’s a fucking important mission to me. To us all. We have to penetrate one of a government’s bases there, so we have to be well-prepared. That means you have to speak Romanian. Not fluently, no, I’m just demanding you to be understandable for others. They don’t know English” he rubbed his chin, yawning at the same time. “Okay. Once again. But focus this time, okay?”
You gave a nod and took a breath.
“Trebuie să ia aceste documente la un seif” he said slowly.
You cleared your throat.
“Trebuie să ştiu un cod care să o, domnule..” you said quietly.
Brunette measured you with a cold gaze, but then a little mischief grin appeared on Bucky’s lips.
“Good. Now it’s much better. Tell me now, how to say TO OPEN in Romanian?”
“A deschide” you whispered, trying to avoid his glance.
Bucky smiled gently, nodding.
“Exactly. And how to say A RED BRIEFCASE?” he asked.
“O servietă roșie” you put a lock of your hair behind your ear before you dared to look at Bucky.
He was smiling, no anger or disillusionment on his face. That caused a huge relief to you.
“Good. You see? You have to focus and then it’s good. I hope that after next several lessons you’ll speak more efficiently” his voice was low but incredibly magnetic and charming.
The fact was that you have fallen for that harsh man long time ago. Of course you were too shy to tell him about it. Besides, you thought always that he would only laugh at you, when you would tell him the truth.
You packed your stuff to a bag and you got up from a chair.
“Thank you Bucky” you said, giving him a brief glance.
He was making an order at the desk, when you did, so he even didn’t notice it. He only waved his hand.
“No problem. But you shall train your pronunciation. Remember it” Bucky said.
You only nodded, but when you was about to leave, something deep inside your soul adviced you to say one more thing aloud. Of course in Romanian.
“Tu ești un om mare, Bucky. Mereu te-am admirat tu. Și, ca să fiu sincer, trebuie să recunosc că am o pasiune pentru tine. Noapte bună.”
You saw, how Bucky stiffened and how he turned his head to face you. With a mix of a wonderment and disbelief in those beautiful blue eyes of his.. But you noticed also one more thing. His cheeks were red.
“You’re blushing, Mr Barnes” you whispered, smiling. Then you left the room, smiling to yourself.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

January 17, 2017December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine: Steve Rogers finally tells Tony about his feelings toward him

“…so, yea, Steve. I’m fucking serious” Tony was leaning his forearm against a large window, in his office, at one of the highest floors of S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

Steve was still walking around the room, looking for any clues or ideas to end a conflict between him and Mr Stark. Again, they were arguing about Sokovia Protocol.
“You know my statement in the case” Steve finally shrugged, taking a seat on a leather couch and crossing his legs nicely. “I won’t change my mind. You know that Avengers are yet devided by this” his voice sounded more firmly than he was planning to.

Tony growled, turning around to face Steve.
“Liar!” he snorted. “We’re not divided by THIS. We’re divided only by YOUR sick visions, Rogers” Tony briefly ran his fingers through his black hair. “If you wouldn’t start to give them arguments to not do it, all of them would sign it a long time ago!”
Steve only rolled his eyes, looking at the ceiling.
“Shame on you, Stark. Your fucking decision about even give it a chance! It changed everything. If you wouldn’t promise government that you’ll take a look at that, everything will be as it was” Steve slowly was getting frustrated. He was still trying to explain his point of view, but Tony seemed to screw it all.

Stark sighed, clinching hands in fists as he turned with his back to Steve once again that day.
“You think you’re a Mr know-it-all, don’t you, Steve?” the simple question hung between two men like a sharp knife.
Rogers stayed silent, however deep inside in his soul he was fighting with himself. He just wanted to get up, walk to Tony and just punch him straight in the face.
But…

It was impossible to him to do it. Because he felt something to that guy. He didn’t want to admit it even in front of himself, but it was a true.
He fell for Tony long time ago. When there was good. Notwithstanding, he never found a courage to tell his friend about that feeling…

Suddenly something, a little cheeky voice, which was coming from back of Steve’s head, said: “Do it now or you’ll lose him, you fucking coward!”

Steve cleared his throat and still trying to stay calm, he got up and walked to Tony. He placed his large palm at Stark’s shoulder before he spoke.
“Okay. You won. Maybe it’s exactly like you said it. But, please..” Steve’s voice got weaker immediately when Tony turned his face to him. Only one look into those beautiful hazel eyes of Tony made Captain vulnerable.

The awkward silence prevailing between them has been interrupted by Stark’s strong voice.
“Finally, Steve. What happend, that you finally understood it?”

But Steve wasn’t definelty listening to Tony’s words.
He found a courage to take Tony’s face in his palms, to pull black-haired man closer and finally to kiss his friend.

Steve felt that Stark was more than surprised by that action, Tony’s muscles stiffened in a second.
But he didn’t push Steve away. No. He did it not.

After a few seconds Stark broke the kiss to look deeply into Rogers’ blue eyes.
“Fuck, Steve… what the fuck..”
Captain let out a quiet whimper.
“I had to. I just.. I can’t explain that. It just happend. I think I fell for you. Months ago. Just… I just couldn’t tell you earlier.”

Steve was the most scared of a rejection. But at the moment blonde man was happy that finally he managed to tell Tony the truth about hia feelings.

Stark cleared his throat and with pale face took a little step back.
“Steve.. for fuck’s sake.. what I’m supposed to do now.. what are you expecting from me? It’s… I need time to think of it..”
Captain’s eyes sparkled with kind of a hope.
“Just promise me… that even if… if you won’t feel the same.. that we’ll stay friends. I just can’t think of a day when you’ll go away..” Steve’s voice shivered a bit as he was speaking.
Tony rubbed his chin, nodding slowly.
“Okay. That I can guarantee you for sure.”

Steve smiled gently, then he quickly left Stark’s office, leaving Tony with an vortex of a thoughts.

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Ailo

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January 16, 2017December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine:

Steve Rogers and
Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from: Anonymous

“I’m telling you, you’re doing this in a wrong way, Steve” Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk.
The problem was the liquid was cold.
Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve’s hand.
“Give it to me. He’s going to be sick if you’ll feed him with a cold milk!” brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. “It shall has a room temperature.”

Steve grinned, looking at his friend.
“I didn’t know you know that much about children” he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger.
“Nah. It’s just an instinct..” he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve’s fingers.
Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy’s back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink.
Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch.
Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down – little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths.
“Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!” Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.

***

Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry.
Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby’s bedroom.
Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks.
Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms.
“Hey, baby boy..” he whispered in a soft voice of his. “Why are you crying?” Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy.
Bucky couldn’t help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back.
“That was incredibly sweet.”

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend’s eyes.
However he only nodded, smiling too.
“I’ve been telling you. It’s nothing more but instinct” brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve’s side before he left the room.

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January 16, 2017December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine:
Your
father, the Winter Soldier, is expecting to see you with a good manners at an
upcoming S.H.I.E.L.D party

Request from: Anonymous

It was late
in the evening when Bucky finally came back to his little house at the suburbs
of the New York.

Tomorrow it
has to be a very important day to him – a banquet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base.
There might be a lot of an important figures. Including the directorate of the
organisation.

There was
only one little problem. The Winter Soldier’s daughter.

Bucky took
off his jacket and threw it carelessly at the couch in a living room. Then he
directed his steps at an upper floor, heading directly into his daughter’s
room.

He knocked
briefly before he came in, not even waiting for her permission to do so.

“Y/N, we
need to talk” he said simply, igniting the light.

The
teenager was laying on the bed, in her headphones on her head. He could easily
hear what she was listening to, it was one of his favourite songs, “Enjoy
the silence” by Depeche Mode.

As soon as
light has brightened the room, girl at on the bed and gave him a look.

“DAAAAD!
I DIDN’T SAY YOU CAN COME IN!” she yelled in a low voice, rolling her eyes
as she did so.

A mischief
grin appeared on Bucky’s lips before he spoke.

“Do
you remember what’s tomorrow?”

Girl only
huffed angrily, laying back down on her pillow.

“Sure
I do, but I’m not planning to go there. I have better things to do”.

Bucky
chuckled coldly.

“Like
what, my dear? If you think you’ll again be riding around the city with that
silly idiot, I mean your boyfriend, you’re so wrong, babygirl” he leaned
his back against the door frame. “You’re going at the banquet with me, I
don’t want to hear any complaining about that”.

Girl took
her headphones off and crossed her arms on her chest.

“I
said no. Can’t you understand that? Lord! I just won’t sit there, look like a
little plastic doll and be supppper sweeeeet to your friends” she shrugged
slightly. “I wanna party with my homies, dad! God, you’ll never understand
a girly needs!”

Bucky ran
fingers through his thick hair, letting out a loud sigh.

“Y/N,
please. It’s really deadly important to me. Can you at least give it a
try?”

He was so
done at the moment, but he knew that if he will pass it out, he won’t be able
to execute anything else from her for next few days. She was oh so stubborn.
Just like her mother…

“Please.
Only 4 hours. You’ll put something
fancy, but okay, I can agree for something else than a dress. You’ll talk with
people a bit, then you’ll be free” he was trying to give her a reasonable
arguments. He just wanted her to understand his position..

Girl was
silent for a while, however after that she got off her bed and walked to him,
nuzzling tightly to his chest.

“Okay
dad. But only this one time. I’m not keen on stuff like that and you know
it” she whispered.

Bucky
wrapped arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.

“That’s
my girl” he mumbled happily, inhaling a scent of a shampoo from her fluffy
dark hair.

She lifted
her chin to face him.

“Nothing
can cool us down, dad” she said.

Bucky gave
a nod, giggling a bit.

“Pizza?”
He offered, smiling brightly.

Young woman
nodded and ran quickly to the kitchen.

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November 27, 2016December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine: You’re a girlfriend of
Captain America and You need to tell him you’re pregnant with Bucky.

Request from: Anonymous

You
knew everything will be changed.

You
knew it since first second when you looked at the pregnancy test and you
noticed 2 little lines. Fucking two little lines. And who would thought it’ll
be caused only by.. wish for revenge?

It
started in completely innocent way.

You
were Captain’s girlfriend. He loved you more than his own life. He would give
you everything, only to cause a smile on your face. You had everything you
could have wanted. Your all dreams came true by his side. You was appreciated,
important, but the most important was that he loved you. He was your mainstay.
Your whole world. You both were the happiest couple. You thought nothing will
ever change it…

Unfortunately,
after sometime, his work started to cause an anxiety in you. He was always
gone, when you wanted to cuddle. He was gone, when you had your mood swings.
Only because of that fucking work! You started to blame S.H.I.E.L.D about misunderstandings
in your common relationship. Everything were annoying you. Especially his
missions.. Those long days without him by your side always made you angry, sad,
unappreciated. But everytime you wanted to talk about your anxiety with him, he
was too busy to listen once again, how much you hate his job. He was a good
man, who always wanted to help people. To serve his country and world. Sometimes,
with sadness you had to admitted, that it looked like he forgot he has a
girlfriend.

After
some time you realized that you’re spending most of your time with his best
friend, Bucky Barnes know as the Winter Soldier. He was always an enigma to you,
his story was full of different emotions, mostly sad ones. But you really liked
to listen about his adventures he gone through with Steve. And… he has shown
you his interest. In some moment he was the one who cared if you’re not in any
need when Steve was away. He even few times helped you with some silly things
in your flat. You really appreciated his effort… maybe too much.

And
finally it had happened.

You
went to a bed together. You’ve cheated on your beloved boyfriend. The most
important person in your life. One-night stand turned into something more. It lasted
almost a month. Until you haven’t realized you can’t do it anymore, because
it’s highly unfair toward Steve. And toward Bucky also. So you just stopped
meeting with him, you were trying to avoid his presence in your surroundings. But
after some time you realized one more thing. Something was wrong.

You
weren’t feeling good. You were
constantly tired, you started to be dizzy at mornings.. no! It can’t be that!,
you were thinking to yourself. That was when you decided to make a test. And
hell, it was positive. You were pregnant. With Bucky. Your whole world almost
immediately collapsed. You couldn’t lie to Steve any longer. Soon he would
notice you were in pregnancy.

~~~~~~~~~

It was his second day at home. He was after
a tough mission in Russia. They found a base of Hydra and Steve had been sent
there to infiltrate that place. He succeed and now he had a week off.

“Honey, can we talk?!” He said loudly
sitting in living room.

You were in kitchen, making coffee in his favorite
mug. You felt kind of a cold knife stabbing your heart. You knew you had to
tell him the truth. Before you went to the living room with two mugs, you put
hands at your belly. It wasn’t visible yet, it was only beginning of third
month. You took few deep breaths and went there.

Steve was sitting at the couch, watching
news on TV. You placed his mug at the coffee table and you took a seat next to
him with your glass. “Yes?” you asked.

Steve gave you a brief gaze before he
spoke. “I feel there’s a distance, something strange in your behaviour.”

You let out a loud sigh. You desperately
needed to throw it all from you. “Yes.. Steve.. I don’t know what to tell you..
How to tell you..”

“Maybe start using words?” he couldn’t help
but chuckled softly. He stopped as he noticed you weren’t laughing.

“Steve. I’m pregnant” you said biting your
lips and chewing them a bit.

He blinked but smiled brightly. “It’s a
good news, honey!”

You took deep breath. “Steve..” tears started
to form in your eyes. “It’s… It’s not.. It’s not your baby…”

There was a silence for a while. He was
only looking at you with cold eyes of his. No emotion was on his face.

“Who?” Only that word left his mouth.

You swallowed, turning head at side.

“I asked you a question!” you could easily see
how mad he was.

You finally found a courage. “Bucky.”

It was a moment. You saw how his face is
changing. And when you noticed that single tear running down over his cheek,
your heart almost broke.

“S-Steve…” you whispered, covering mouth
with hand. You realized how much you have hurt him. “God… baby.. please..
forgive me!” you whimpered sadly falling down on your knees and putting your
hands at his thighs. “I’m so incredibly sorry.. I… I don’t have an explanation
for what I have done to you… to us..” You were sobbing loudly, you let yourself
to break down.

He didn’t push you away. Only tears were
falling down over his cheeks as he was looking down at you. He was motionless.
He didn’t say a single word.

You
dared to raise your head and look at those big blue eyes of his. “Oh my God,
Steve..” You couldn’t help but shivered slightly, crying even more.

It wasn’t your plan to hurt him like that.
To cause tears. To break his heart. You only wanted to be… exactly. What did
you want to achieve? It was only a wish for revenge. You wanted to have someone
who’ll adore you all time. Bucky gave have you his attention, but nothing more.
And Steve? He gave you his unconditional love.

“I’m regretting this, Steve. If I could
turn back time, I wouldn’t did this again.. I betrayed your trust. I.. I’ll
understand if you’ll decide to leave. I’m not worth your love” you mumbled
quietly, not looking into his eyes.

Suddenly you felt a familiar touch. His
hand slipped under your shivering chin and it forced you to look at him.
Straight into those blue eyes..

“Love is being with your partner through
all ups and downs. After all the difficult times we’ve made it
through, I know that it doesn’t matter what happens, you will stand by me and
always be there through the good and the bad. And the same goes to you. I won’t
never leave you. We can go through it together. You did a mistake, like
everyone. But I truly love you and nothing can change it. Nothing.”

You were looking at him, your eyes wide open.
You started to cry more, almost screaming, from mix of relief and sadness. The
man you love the most, forgave you. Just. You didn’t know how to thank him.

“Steve… I didn’t deserve..”

He didn’t let you finish this sentence. He
closed your mouth with a subtle kiss. “Shhh.. don’t think about it anymore. You
can’t take stress now. At least you’re expecting a baby.”

That night you were talking till the
midnight. You told him, what caused that you cheated on him. You were honest.
He also apologized you that he didn’t notice you may have a feeling of solitude.
At least he knew the truth. And that situation has only shown you, that you
have the greatest man by your side. Who will love you not only in good times.
But especially in a bad ones.

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November 26, 2016December 13, 2018 ~ paperpandawriting ~ Leave a comment

Imagine: Steve at Bucky’s funeral.

Request from: Anonymous

Steve
couldn’t believe it.
Here He was, Just like everyone else… almost everyone.
Bucky wasn’t there anymore… He was dead… this time really dead, forever.
Steve sighed heavily looking at the coffin and later at his hands. He still
could feel this terrible feeling of blood on his hands, even when His hands
were clean.
He still had those horrifying imagines from two days ago.

~~~~
It had to be normal scouting mission, Steve and Bucky didn’t expected anything
bad to happen, but they bother were really wrong.

Steve
looked at Bucky and nodded slowly “I’ll go this way and you will go that Way.
We got information that Hydra may have base her, We must make sure to clean
this place or to make sure those information aren’t real.”

Bucky
nodded softly “Sure, thing Cap. Boring walking around as always. I’m sure all those
information aren’t tru.” He smiled

“Even if
they aren’t we need to be sure. If you find something let me know.” Steve said
and walked away into his direction.

Bucky
shrugged and walked into his direction.

Steve walked
slowly, looking around carefully, Making sure that whole area is clear. After
few minutes of walking Steve heard Bucky’s word in his communicator

“Steve I think I…” and there was only long loud
scream.
Steve blinked, scared and quickly ran in Bucky’s direction.

There was
only few Hydra’s agents, Steve didn’t had problem with fighting them.
Then He quickly got to His friend who was laying on ground, breathe heavily.

Steve
looked at him then at big wound in Bucky’s stomach “Bucky…” He said

“I… I don’t
know… how they… They just… I..” He looked at Steve and he started breath
less deep.

“It doesn’t
matter now, Bucky. Please… Listen to me, Everything will be fine. I’ll take
you back and they gonna fix you.” Steve said and picked him up a bit.

Bucky only
hissed and groaned loudly “N-No… Steve…
It’s the end… I can’t hold anymore.”

“Sure you
can!” Steve growled, full of fear and sadness “We need help here… extensive stomach injury. Okay sure… Just
move quick.” He said to communicator and looked at Bucky “Come on buddy… It’s
only fifteen minutes… You can hold this.” Steve said holding Bucky.

With time
his breath become shallow and he felt weaker with every second “I can’t
Steve… Not this time.” Bucky said quietly, looking at Steve.

“Don’t you
dare say this! You can’t leave me! Not now!” He said and hugged him.

Steve tried
hold Bucky conscious during wait, But this was only thing He couldn’t do this
time.

When help
came Steve get information that made him week in his knees

“We are
sorry, Captain. He is dead.”

In this
moment whole world become dark for Steve, He lost His friend one and after He
got him back cruel world decided take him away… on forever now.

~~~~

Steve was
thinking about this moment, looking how Bucky’s coffin was bury, He was so deep
in this moment that He even didn’t notice when rain started.

Wanda
looked at Steve and walked to him with umbrella “You need this..” She said
softly and gave it to him

He took
umbrella “Thank you…” Steve only sighed and smiled at her sadly

“Even sky
started cry. We all gonna miss him, Steve.” She said and gently stroked Steve’s
back “Everything will be okay Steve. You only need time. Ceremony is over…
You want go with us or..”

Before She
could even end Steve sighed softly “I’ll stay here longer… I need to say good
bye… once again…”

Wanda only
nodded and went with the rest of them, leaving Steve alone.
Then He fall on his knees and started cry, hiting ground under him “I couldn’t
safe you, angain!” He yelled “I lost you again! I should go there… Not you, I
would be dead not you!” Steve sighed heavily “I wish I could turn back time…
only to safe you. You were only peace of my old life… Now I lost
everything… I’m sorry, pal… angain..” Steve got up and sighed heavily.

He walked
away, even when there was whole group of friend, He lost the most important
person in his life. It was too hard for him to life with the fact that Bucky is
dead.

Author: Cass.

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