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Till the End of the Line: Chapter 5: Moving Upstate

A/n: Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, life has just been super busy the last few months for both myself and my editor, and I do like to have my work looked through before I post anything so that’s one of the reasons it took so long. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me and supporting and liking my work, it means a lot! Hope you guys like chapter 5!

Matilda awoke with a scream as she sat up in bed. She was gasping for air and felt a thin layer of sweat covering her body. She ran her hands through her hair as she tried to calm her racing heart. The dreams were getting worse. Each night, they were starting to feel more and more real. She took a deep breath, starting to ground herself. She looked around her room, counting anything she could find, putting her mind back in the present. She glanced at her alarm clock on the bed side table and the large red lined numbers read 5:47AM. The sky outside her window was starting to lighten with the sun that would soon break the horizon. Steve stirred next to her; he pulled the pillow he was holding closer to his body, as his other arm brought the pillow under his head into his shoulder. He hadn’t seemed to be disturbed by her screaming. He was so peaceful sleeping, compared to her dream of Bucky. Thinking of Bucky and the dream made her stomach turn as the feeling of falling and being strangled resurfaced. In an instant, the room felt like it was closing in on her. She quickly, yet quietly, got out of bed and headed toward her bedroom door, grabbing a sweatshirt on the way. Turning to close her bedroom door she stared back at Steve. His hair tousled from sleep didn’t hang in his face like Bucky’s did, his blond hair a stark opposite of the assassin’s. Her heart skipped and her stomach turned. She needed to get air. Now.

The sunrise over New York City was always Matilda’s favorite thing to watch. Pinks, oranges, and yellows painted the sky as the dark buildings made up the city scape. The cool breeze of the morning air felt good on her warm face, easing the anxiety in her chest as she took a deep breath of it. She leaned against the balcony railing and peered over the side and looked down. Employees were starting to arrive at Stark tower, normal people going about their normal days, at their normal job. A surprised feeling of jealousy toward those people washed over her. She loved her life the way that it was, so why was she now so envious of those small ant-like people now? The balcony door opened to reveal Steve, white t-shirt and baggy sweats, holding two steaming cups.

“Can I join you?” Steve said.

Matilda nodded, and Steve walked toward her. Steve handed her one of the mugs, bringing a smile to her face.

“You weren’t there when I woke up, so I figured I would come find you,” he said.

“With coffee?”

He blushed. “Okay. Maybe I knew where you were already, and I just wanted to bring my girl something. Is that so wrong?”

Matilda’s heart leapt at him calling her ‘his girl’. The way that the rising sun was hitting Steve made his face glow. She imagined him in ancient paintings of angels or saints, how they were always depicted with white auras around them. She reached her handout and stroked the side of his face, reassuring herself that he was indeed there with her on the balcony and not just a figment of her imagination.

“No, there isn’t.” Leaning her head against his shoulder.

Steve wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. They stayed like that for a while, watching as the sun rose higher into the sky. A shiver ran through Matilda’s body and she pulled her sweatshirt closer to her.

“You cold, sweetheart?” Steve asked, running his hands up and down her arm.

“A bit yeah, I think I may need another cup of coffee.” Holding up her empty mug, she turned to head back into the tower, Steve following her lead.

The kitchen, usually busy with the rush of the breakfast crew, was quiet. She took peace in knowing that they would have the kitchen all to themselves. She brought her mug over to the espresso machine and pressed a few buttons to wake it up. Once it was ready, she picked her brew and listened as the beans fell from the hopper attached.

“Latte?” she asked, turning to Steve.

“Depends, are you going to do that fancy coffee art that your favorite place does?” He asked, closing the distance between them.

He gently grabbed her waist. “Okay firstly, the baristas at Blue Bottle are artists! There is no way I can do what they do.” She placed her hands on his arms. “And secondly, when did you become such a coffee expert?”

A small blush colored his cheeks as he looked away from her. His smile widening at the comment. “I know things.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, so Natasha has brought me to a few places with her, and Thor is shockingly obsessed with Starbucks.”

Matilda burst out laughing, snorting as her hand came up to cover her mouth, and tears stung the corners of her eyes. She took part of her shirt and brought it up to whip the forming tears.

“Nothing is going to top that today. That was hysterical.”

“Glad you found it funny.” He pushed back a stray piece of hair that had fallen into her face. He inched closer to her, his hand moving to the side of her neck. As he moved his mouth to hers, she moved her head aside to avoid his kiss.

“Steve, I think we need to talk about this.” she whispered.

He sighed and nodded his head. “Okay, we can talk, but over breakfast? I’ll make pancakes!” He backed away from her and went in search of the ingredients.

She leaned her back against the counter and watched as he turned the corner for the pantry. Her head and her heart were at war with each other, and it was making her go crazy. The beeping of the espresso machine made her jump slightly, and she turned to grab her coffee. She grabbed vanilla oat milk from the fridge and noticed a carton of brown eggs. Grabbing them she called, “Hey Steve! You want some eggs?” He didn’t reply, so she set the carton by her mug and continued making her coffee. She stirred in the milk and took a sip.

The warmth of it took the last of the morning chill out of her. She pushed up the sleeves of her sweatshirt and winced as she passed over her left arm. She looked down and saw dark purple bruises shaped eerily like fingerprints. A chill ran through her body again as the dream from last night came back to her. That was the arm that Bucky had grabbed in her dream. The panic increased at the thought that the same bruises would be around her neck too. She was briefly thankful that her hoodie covered most of her neck. She swiftly pulled the sleeves back down over her arms, refusing to let Steve find out.

“What is happening to me?” she whispered to herself.

At that moment, Steve reentered the kitchen carrying his ingredients “What was that?” he asked, placing his arm-full of things down on the counter.

“Uh, I asked if you wanted eggs.” Grabbing the carton next to her cup.

Steve’s face was stern, looking at her like he was trying to read what was in her racing mind. “Yeah, sure, eggs sound good. Are you okay sweetheart? You’re looking awfully pale.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just a bit cold, you know.” she said, a bit too quickly. She pulled her arms in on herself, trying to show him that her odd behavior was due to her being cold. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself.

“Okay.” Steve’s answer didn’t reassure her at all that he believed her story.

She forced a smile and took another sip of coffee. She screamed at herself to pull it together. She could figure it out later when she was alone. “So, how do you like your eggs?”

About an hour later they were sitting down to eat. Steve had made way to many pancakes, in a variety of flavors: blueberry, chocolate chip, and peanut butter and jelly. He refused to let Matilda help him; the only thing he allowed her to do was to read him off the recipe that he had found on Pinterest. In the hour of them cooking, her nerves had settled. Steve had made her laugh with his attempts to make exact measurements and his excitement when he got a new idea for a flavor to try. When he was on his last batch of pancakes, she pulled out a pan beside him and whipped up their eggs; fried for her and scrambled for Steve. They sat side by side at the end of the island surrounded by piles of pancakes.

“Great idea about the PB&J. Definitely my favorite so far,” Steve said, chewing a mouthful of food.

“You’ve only had one pancake!” Matilda laughed as she took a bite of her eggs and watched as Steve piled four chocolate chip pancakes onto his dish.

She smiled at him and reminisced on a surfacing memory of her childhood. “You know my dad was the one to come up with the idea. He would always make breakfast on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, and I used to hate maple syrup. So, my dad knew I loved PB&J’s, so he would spread crunchy peanut butter onto my pancakes and roll them up, then he would microwave strawberry jelly and pour it over the rolls. I think I had three helpings of that the first time he made it. After that he would make that for me every Saturday morning.”

She bit the end of her fork smiling at her dish as the memory of her father made her heart flutter.

“I know you must miss him,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder, his thumb stroking her lightly.

“Everyday. I think he is where I get my love of food and cooking from. My mom was always a horrible cook, so it was up to my dad even before she died when I was a baby. My dad tried to make it fun for me. He would include me in helping him make dinner, and when he asked me what I wanted, he actually listened. When I got older, and he started to really get involved with his work, I took over the cooking and I don’t think I ever saw him happier than when he used to come home to me having dinner already for us.” She whipped away a tear that had fallen from her eye. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for the conversation to get so depressing.” She laughed, mostly at herself, trying to break the growing tension of the room.

“You don’t have to be sorry; I love hearing about it.” He placed a hand on her cheek and brushed away the last of her tears. “You never have to be sorry for sharing how you feel,” he said softly to her.

She smiled at him and leaned into his touch. “Change of topic then?” She took another sip of coffee.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Uh…” Steve paused trying to think of a topic. “Uh…How did you sleep?”

She started to choke on her coffee. “I uh…good. It was good.” She bobbed her head at him, clearing her throat. She put a fork-full of egg into her mouth to avoid further comment on the matter.

He gave her the same stern look he gave her earlier, eyes trying to read behind the wall she put up. “You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure.” She still didn’t meet his gaze, instead focused on pushing her food around her dish.

“Okay, something’s up. What’s really wrong?” He pushed her plate of food away, hoping that it would bring her focus on him and the conversation.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.” She rolled her shoulders back, her hands gripping the sleeves of her hoodie as she crossed her arms at him.

“Till, come on. You know I can tell when something is wrong. You can tell me anything, you know that.” He placed a reassuring hand on her knee and gave it a light squeeze.

She knew that she could tell him anything, and she had done so in the past, but how was she going to tell him this? He was still trying to find his best friend, and now she had dreamt of him three times.

“I uh….” She fidgeted in her seat. “If I tell you, promise me you won’t get mad.”

Steve leaned away from her slightly, unprepared that she would start the conversation out like that, but he reassured her nonetheless. “I promise.”

Matilda took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’ve been having dreams lately…”

“Okay, what are the dreams about?”

“They’re about…. uhm…. they’re about Bucky.” She paused and glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. She waited for him to do something, but all he did was just smile at her.

She watched as Steve’s body softened at her confession. The gnawing feeling, she had felt disappeared once she realized that he wasn’t upset with her.

“That’s what you were worried about? Telling me that you keep having dreams of Bucky?”

She nodded.

“Till…” He sighed. “You know every night after I lost Bucky, I dreamt of him. I dreamt of hundreds of ways I could have saved him, how things could have been done differently. Hell, even after we found Bucky in DC, I had dreams about him again. It’s normal, and it’s okay. You’ve been doing so much research and digging, helping me and Sam try to find him, I’m not surprised.”

“Yeah, but it’s not…” She started, trying to get out the rest of the story but getting cut off by Steve.

“It’s just your subconscious trying to work out things. We don’t have control over what we dream about. It just happens.”

Realizing that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him, she dropped the conversation disappointed. “Thanks, Steve.”

“Any time.” His cell phone started to buzz in his pocket, and he quickly answered it. “Sam.”

The blunt greeting made Matilda smirk.

“Got it, on my way.” He hung up the phone and placed it on the table. “I gotta run, Sam thinks he may have a lead.”

“Okay. I can clean up here.”

He gave her those puppy dog eyes that she hated so much and a small frown. “You sure? I can totally stay and help you clean up before I go.” He stood up, placing both hands on either side of her face and tilted her face back to look up at him.

She gave him a sad smile, hands coming up to grip his wrists. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

His eyes held adoration and it made Matilda’s heart break just a bit. She was the world to him, and she could see it in this one look, and she wasn’t sure if she truly felt the same.

“I love you.” He said the words so easily, and he meant every one. “I’ll be back soon.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead, leaving the warmth of him behind. He looked at her one last time, and with one more swipe of his thumb over her cheek, he left.

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May 13th,

How do I start a conversation to one’s best friend / maybe boyfriend about not being completely sure of your feelings for them? Or better yet, how do you bring up the topic of his assassin best friend haunting your dreams and leaving mysterious bruises on you when he’s hiding somewhere in the world? Ugh, journal, what am I going to do? Who do I go to talk to about this besides you? I tried bringing it up with Steve, but he won’t listen. I’m so conflicted with my emotions and the thoughts in my head about this, I’m truly lost at what to do. Maybe Steve’s right, maybe it is all the research that I’ve been doing. That still doesn’t explain the bruises on me. I’m not sure how I’m going to hide the ones on my neck, thankfully they’re down low enough where I could wear a scarf. These dreams just don’t seem normal though. It’s like I’m actually there, physically instead of just my subconscious playing out a scene. Maybe I’ll do some research on this too. Please, journal, send help.

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Around one in the afternoon, as Matilda lay on her bed readingThe Hobbit for the fourth time, a female voice sounded over the intercom.

“Hello, Matilda, I am FRIDAY Mr. Stark is sending you this message as a test to see if my new functions work. I am pleased to meet your acquaintance.” The voice was choppy, but Matilda was impressed that Tony had gotten a system to replace JARVIS so quickly.

“Hello, FRIDAY” Matilda placed her bookmark back in her book and sat up on her bed and crossed her legs.

“Mr. Stark would like to know if you are ready to go to lunch.”

“Tell Tony I am, and I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

“Affirmative.”

Matilda giggled at the farewell of FRIDAY. She was sure in a matter of days the AI would be talking like normal and not some creepy robot. She slid off her bed and headed into her bathroom to get ready. Staring at herself in the mirror, she assessed the bruises on her neck. It would take a few layers of concealer and color correction to hide them. When the last layer was on, she stood back and admired her work. She could notice faint shadows of where the dark color stood out, but to someone just glancing at her, no one would notice. Content with her look she went to get changed. Since Trattoria was a kinda fancy restaurant, she decided to put on something cute. She rummaged through her closet until she found the perfect thing. The white high-low sundress was adorned with lemons, and was flowy and open at the bottom. She wore a pair of yellow sandals with the dress and a white sweater to go over the thin straps of the dress. It was early May in New York, so the sweater was a safe choice to go with; it would also conveniently cover the bruises on her arms.

Happy with the outfit, she grabbed her purse and headed down to the main floor. Tony and Pepper were waiting for her when she stepped out of the elevator. Tony was wearing his usual black shirt and blazer with his Ray Band glasses. Pepper, who was standing next to him, had her hair pulled up into a tight bun and was dressed in a tight gray dress and her usual Louis Vuitton black heels. Pepper turned to her and smiled.

“Matilda, oh how I’ve missed you.” She pulled Matilda tight into her arms and swayed her back and forth.

“I’ve missed you too, Pepper. How have you been? The clinic is still working out okay?” Pepper, over the past two years had been living off and on in a specialized clinic to help with her new found powers. Tony had worked night and day to find a cure for her after she was injected with the Extremis virus. In addition to the treatments, Pepper was busy running the company, which left little time for Matilda to see her.

“I’m okay, slowly getting back to normal. I’m taking it one day at a time.” She pulled her back into a hug, squeezing her a bit harder this time.

“If you two are done with the love fest, we have a 1:30 reservation that we are going to be late for,” Tony teased, placing both his hands on the girl’s shoulders.

Pepper rolled her eyes at him, and Matilda just laughed. They both headed into the elevator and down towards the garage.

When they arrived at Trattoria, the hostess greeted the three of them and escorted them to their table. They followed her up to the second floor where the restaurant held parties, events, and catered to very special guests. It was a long room with a large window at the end of it. Bricks covered one wall and the other was where they kept their best wines behind a glass cabinet. The space that usually had four large tables lined up against the brick wall, now only held one table, placed for the three of them. The hostess ushered them in and grabbed a pitcher of water off of a small table to the side of the wine wall and poured them all a glass.

“There you are, Mr. Stark, I hope this suits your requests.”

“Yes, thank you.” Tony nodded curtly at the hostess and took a sip of his water.

“Perfect! Your server will be right up to take care of you.”

Matilda watched as the hostess smiled and did a slight bow to Tony. Matilda stifled a giggle at the flustered behavior of the girl. Tony did have that effect on people.

They sat for a moment in silence as they all looked over their menus. Matilda flipped through the pages of the menu, deciding what she was in the mood for. Their Chicken Parm was to die for, but she was feeling a bit like pasta today. With all the stress of recent events, all she felt like doing was indulging in a carb overload. She was still reading the menu when their server came up.

“Hello, my name is April, and I’ll be your server today. May I get you folks started off with some drinks?”

“We’ll get a bottle of your 103 Dom Perignon ‘05, chilled please.”

“Tony, are you sure?” Pepper said, placing her menu down on the table.

“Yes, I’m sure, it’ll be fine. The bottle please.”

April nodded her head, her blond ponytail bobbing up and down with her. “Alright one chilled bottle coming right up. Are you guys ready to order yet?”

“We’ll need a minute,” Pepper said, giving April a warm smile.

April nodded again and disappeared down the stairs.

“Tony, this is unnecessary.” Pepper said again, more sternly as she glared at him.

“No Pepper, it’s very necessary. We are here to celebrate.” Tony smiled at Pepper and learned forward, crossing his hands on the table in front of him.

“What are we celebrating?” Matilda asked, recalling the news about Stark Tower.

Tony smiled at her. “We have a lot of things to be celebrating. Us winning against Ultron, Pepper’s progress to recovery.”

“You selling Stark tower,” Matilda blurted out before Tony had a chance to continue.

Tony put his tongue in his cheek and looked to Pepper for some help on the abrupt topic. Pepper just raised her eyebrows to Tony in a ‘you’re on your own’ look. Tony looked down at his hands and sighed.

“Matilda, I was going to tell you.”

“When, Tony? When Happy had finished packing up everything and shipping it all away? I wasn’t even aware that you wanted to sell the building! I thought moving from Malibu to New York was going to be the last move?”

“It was going to be, but–”

“But what, Tony? Stark tower is my home, it’s where I have some of the best memories.” Her voice lowered as tears burned the corners of her eyes. “My dad made it a home for us. I’ll never have that again.”

Tony was stone faced as he stared at her. Pepper leaned over and placed a reassuring hand on Matilda’s arm. Tony was about to say something when someone came into the room and walked over to the glass wine cabinet and took out the bottle of champagne Tony had ordered. An ice bucket was wheeled over and the server popped open the bottle making everyone jump. He gave it to Tony to approve, who agreed with the sharp nod of his head, eager to get him out of the room. Once the bottle was placed in the ice bucket the waiter left and the three of them were alone again.

“I was going to tell you once the new compound was finished. I had every intention of telling you, but I was waiting for the right moment. It was supposed to be a surprise, then Happy had to go and ruin it.”

“Don’t blame this on Happy. He didn’t know.” Matilda leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. “What if I don’t want to leave? What if I refuse?”

“Well, that’s just too bad because it’s already sold. We need to be out by the end of next month.” Tony’s voice was increasingly getting louder.

Matilda got quiet, letting the reality of the move set in. “Next month?” Her voice was low as the tears in her eyes betrayed her and fell down her cheeks.

“Aw kid, come on.” Tony let out a breath and ran his hand over his face. “I know it’s your home, and I’m glad the tower means that much to you. It makes me sad too, having to uproot you from what you’re used to, hell, it’s hard on me to sell it. But I did it for you kid. Once the Avengers officially formed, I knew that normal life for you and the crazy work we do couldn’t all live on one floor. I know you wanted to be separate from the crazy lives we live, so that’s why I built the compound upstate.”

Her hard demeanor and the drive in her to fight him over moving was softening at Tony’s confession. “You did it all for me? Why?”

“I promised your father when he first agreed to move here with me that if anything should happen, I would always take care of you, and I hope that I have. I know the superhero life that I was thrown into is something…”

“More like threw yourself into,” Pepper mumbled under her breath.

Tony gave her a blank look and shook his head at her as he started to speak again. “I know it’s hard on you. Seeing us go off and fight the bad guys and come home all beaten up. I know it takes a toll. At the compound you can have your own life with me still being able to protect you. Your quarters will be far away from the rest of the Avengers main stuff, but you’ll still be close enough for us to protect you.”

Matilda was starting to like the idea, but she wasn’t about to let Tony know yet. “I’m still mad.”

“We’re actually going up this weekend to take a look at it and finalize some details. Everyone should be almost moved in now.” Pepper said.

“Everyone?” Matilda questioned.

“The Avengers everyone. Were you not listening to me just now when I was talking?” Tony threw his arms up in the air in defeat. Matilda smiled a bit at his displeasure.

Before anyone could say anything else, April reappeared placing a basket of bread on the table. She pulled out her notepad ready to take their orders. Once their orders were placed, the conversation started back up again.

“So, everyone knows about it?” Matilda asked, taking a roll out of the steaming bread basket.

“The ones who have decided to stay, yeah. Bruce is still MIA, Barton left, and Thor will only be there to scope out the place. Apparently, he has important business to attend to back on Asgard. Then we have the new recruits. Rogers is going to start training them before they officially become part of the team.”

“New recruits?” Matilda asked, popping a piece of bread into her mouth.

“We’re giving Wanda a chance to prove herself. She saved our backs while fighting Ultron, and with losing her brother, Steve and I have decided to give her a chance. If she doesn’t work out, we’ll deal with it then.”

“And Vision?”

“He can wield Thor’s hammer. I think that in itself is enough to let him try out for the team.” Tony flexed his eyebrows at Pepper who was typing away on her phone and took a sip from his wine glass.

“Has Thor said anything about it? I’m sure seeing someone pick up the hammer has to put a dent in his ego.” Matilda smirked, as Thor’s face from that night came to mind. How shocked he was that someone other than him could pick it up.

“We’re going to talk about it this weekend when I’m up there.”

“You said we can all go? I would like to see the compound, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course! We’ll make a weekend out of it!” Pepper interjected, putting herself back into the conversation.

Tony smiled at Pepper’s answer. Matilda was always amazed at how she could concentrate so intensely on her phone and still be actively listening to the conversation at hand. Two waiters brought in their food and they started to eat in silence. Matilda ran over what Tony had said. She would have her own space and be on her own for the first time in her life. She could manage her own space without heroes coming and going, nothing getting blown up or destroyed. She could have Steve over without the worry of Tony looming over her shoulder.

“You okay Till?” Tony asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

She put down her fork and watched as Tony wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you have been twirling your fork in your pasta for the past five minutes,” Tony said laughing, finishing off his glass of wine.

Matilda smiled and blushed. Her cheeks grew warm with the rush of blood. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about what you said earlier.”

“What about it?” Tony poured himself another glass of wine, and topped Pepper’s glass off as well, finishing the bottle up.

“You said I would be separate from the compound?”

“Yeah, you’ll see what I mean when we get up there, but we basically have two main buildings where most of the operating stuff is going to be, but we do have soldiers there. A few men who we have to house to keep the government happy, but we have small housing buildings off to the side of the compound. I took the liberty in remodeling one of them for you, into your own small house. You’ll have all the best security, and everything within a few minute’s walk. I’ll have people there who I trust, and I’ll know you will be safe.”

Something in the way Tony was speaking, was making Matilda wonder if he would actually be there or not. “Yeah, but you’ll be there yourself, right?” Matilda asked.

“I’m not sure yet. I’m not sure where I’ll…we’ll be going,” he said, looking over at Pepper and placing his hand on top of hers.

“You’re not staying at the compound?”

“I don’t see a need to. Rogers is the real leader, and I trust him to make sure you’re okay. Plus, I made sure FRIDAY was installed in your house and she’ll report back to me, so it will be like I’m there.”

“But if you don’t like it, hun, you don’t have to stay. We’re not saying that you have to live there, we’re just giving you an option to be on your own if you want. You know Tony and I always love having you with us,” Pepper said.

“Pepper’s right. Plus, with you and Rogers dating now, it gives you time to be alone and not have everyone over your shoulder. But I’ll say this now Till, God help me, super soldier or not I will kick his ass into an ice cube again if he hurts you in any way.”

Matilda choked on her glass of wine as she blushed again, her neck and cheeks growing hot. “I…I… Uh…”

Tony laughed again. “You really think I don’t see how the old man looks at you? Till, I’m not naive. The two of you have been glued together since day one. It’s not hard to figure out.”

“And you’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad. You’re twenty-one. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life; with the trouble I got into when I was your age, I’m not one to throw stones.”

Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony, and Matilda thought she could actually hear how hard she rolled her eyes.

“Plus, I saw the two of you in bed together last night, so I know,” Tony said.

“You saw us?” She felt like she could melt in her seat and into the floor from embarrassment.

“I was going to check on you. It had been a very stressful few days, and I opened your door to see the two of you sleeping. And you’re lucky that was all I saw. Cap would have learned how to fly if I saw him doing anything else while in my house!”

“Tony! Oh my God, please stop talking.” Matilda hid her face in her hands. She wanted to die, or disappear or anything just to get away from the conversation.

“Tony, you’re embarrassing the poor thing,” Pepper said, placing her cloth napkin down on the table. “Why don’t you go pay the bill, and we’ll be down in a moment.”

Tony tried to say something else, but the look in Pepper’s eyes stopped him. Tony closed his mouth into a thin line and stood to leave. Once he left the room, Pepper turned in her seat so she was facing Matilda.

“I know I don’t really have the right to give you the birds and the bees talk, but I’m here if you want to talk. All I’ll say is to just be smart about your actions.”

Matilda looked up at her, horrified. “Pepper, he’s my best friend. I don’t even know how I feel about him yet, and already Tony has me in bed with him! I’m not a kid, first of all. I know all about the birds and the bees and how to use protection, but one day we were just friends, and the next he’s confessing that he loves me, and then he goes off to fight a killer robot that Tony made, and I’m left trying to grasp my feelings about that while also being scared out of my mind that that was the last time I was going to see him, and when he got back I was just so overwhelmed with relief that he was home again and everyone was safe that I didn’t want to be alone because I was scared I was just going to crash once I was by myself, and I asked him to stay, but he was going to leave, and now Tony thinks I’m sleeping with him.” She inhaled sharply, finally letting all of her thoughts and emotions that have been on her chest out. In the process she had realized that she hadn’t taken a breath, her lungs burning as she brought oxygen back into her body.

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to know right now. I’m sure you love Steve in your own way, and if you love him for more than a friend, that’s for you to figure out. But that’s the great thing about falling in love with your best friend, they won’t rush you to make a decision if it’s truly meant to be.”

Tears started to prickle and burn the corners of her eyes. Everything she had been holding onto over the past few days was finally out in the open and off her chest. She felt a moment of peace. She smiled at Pepper, who had pulled her into a hug. She had needed this talk, needed someone to reassure her that it was okay if she didn’t know how she felt yet about Steve, and that it was okay to take it slow. She had missed Pepper. While Tony felt like such a father figure in her life, she didn’t see Pepper as a mother, but more of a big sister. Love and appreciation flooded over her and she squeezed Pepper a bit tighter.

“Thanks, Pepper.”

“Any time, sweetheart. It’s what I’m here for.”

They pulled away, and Pepper gently wiped away a tear that had run down Matilda’s face. The two women smiled at each other, and Pepper got up from her seat, holding out her hand to Matilda to take. Matilda placed her hand in Pepper’s and stood up with her. Pepper circled her arm around Matilda’s waist and pulled her close to her, hip bumping her in the process.

“Come on, let’s not keep Mr. Nosey waiting anymore,” Pepper said.

“I love you, Pep.”

“I love you, too.”

I didn’t mean to | Bucky [15]

Word count:1.4k

Genre:Action, Smut, Fluff, Angst, lots of pain :)

Type:Bucky x AFAB! Reader

Warnings:naked cuddling, kissing, sloppy neck kisses, dirty talk, almost fingering?, getting caught, slight panic attack.

Synopsis: You can’t get enough of each other, but when one panic about the past leads to another, fear untimely decides what your fate becomes.

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The hot water now off, and the cold sets in. Bucky still hugs your damp figure as you lay on the end of the unmade bed, having Bucky only walked you to the bed once your steamy session was finished. You rub his back, fingers grazing over the metal that connects to flesh. A soft hum erupts through the soldier on top of you.

“Can we just stay like this? I’ve never been more relaxed in years…” He groans, letting all his muscles and limps mould into yours.

“As much as I would love that, we need to get up.” You huff in your own disappointment. Feeling Bucky sigh. He gets up, allowing you to get dressed in some sweats and a sports bra while he picks up his clothes from last night. Putting on his boxers he take leave to his room to get dressed but you had other plans.

Sneaking to his room just after him. You let yourself in with a big smile as he puts on his black sweats. You giggle, going to his dresser before pulling out his plain black shirt that you swear is the only thing he wears.

“What are you doing doll.” He smirks putting on a dusted blue shirt for once. You put the shirt on before giving him a twirl, smiling at the feeling of the large fabric warming you.

“God princess, you look so cute in my clothes.” He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you into a kiss on your cheeks and forehead. Smothering you with love. His kisses trail to your neck, sucking hard, leaving behind a bright purple mark.

“I can’t get enough of you…” He groans, pushing you against the dresser, trapping you with his arms and body. He curses but also thanks the serum for giving him this much stamina and drive. His metal hand danced around the waistband of your pants, before snaking their way inside. Pushing past your panties, his metallic fingers glide inbetween your folds.

“J-James.” You gulp, wrapping your arms around his neck. His lips grazing your ear his hot breath tinglings down your flesh.

“You are so perfect, Darling. Always so wet for me.” He growls, his mental finger finding your hole. But before he could enter you, his door opens abruptly, seeing Steve stand there wide-eyed.

“Oh Jesus, I thought you were alon-no- uh- Sorry…” He closes instantly after regretting his actions. You freeze feeling embarrassment fill you. Bucky blinks wide-eyed for a moment before turning his attention to you, holding your cheek.

“It was only Steve, he won’t say anything. Don’t worry.” He settles your mind, fixing your pants.

Chatters and small talk echoed through the hallway, steve enters the kitchen again after saying he was going to try to catch Bucky in his room while he was alone but when the team notices him enter alone, their minds wander to, maybe something went wrong.

“Where’s cyborg?” Tony takes a sip of his drink. The chatter gets louder as you and Buck drew closer to the kitchen. Finally retching the door entrance, Sam is the first to see you both.

“Ah Morning Buck,” Sam spoke, a grin directed to Bucky, making him feel discomfort and confusion at Sam’s perkiness. You slip from behind him, heading straight for the coffee machine, making Sam catch your presents.

“And morning y/n. I hope you both slept well.” Sam continued to speak, smirking at the soldier while taking a sip of his coffee that was most certainly laced with double the amount of caffeine you are supposed to put in a normal cup.

“We slept fine, thanks, Sam.” You smiled, your back turned away from the team as you pour you and Bucky a cup. The team eyed Bucky as the poor boy just stood there with no words on his mind. He has never been in a situation where the team clearly knows he ’got some’ as Sam likes to put it. You turn around handing the cup to Bucky. He takes it from you without a second, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

“Well come on, when did-arh hey!” Sam’s words got cut off by an elbow from Clint. Silencing him so he wouldn’t embarrass Bucky even more than he already feels.

“So since Tinman and newbie are finally here, I want to ask a question,” Tony said.

“Tony leave them alone, ask later.” Wanda’s motherly tone ripped through her words, lightly hitting the shoulder of the playboy next to her.

“What do you want Stark?” You ask, leaning against the bench where the coffee machine sits.

“Well this is actually for Bucky boy, but we looked over some of the files and we found one that interested us. It was about a little girl and we are led to believe you might have known her personally. We wanted to know some information about her if you can provide it of course.” Tony’s words hit like a bus, the world seemed to stop spinning. Bucky has near the same expression as you, going pale at the males words. Your body became numb as you dropped the cup in your hand, the hot liquid splashing everywhere, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing through the large opened kitchen.

“Oh god are you okay?” Steve asked seeing the hot coffee has splashed on your legs. Nat and Steve immediately started picking up some pieces while you stayed frozen at what you heard.

“Hey Darling, look at me.” Bucky’s words were soft, sweet, trying to draw you away from panic but the thought of all the team members knowing who you really were right at this moment scared the life out of you. The terrifying truth is relieved without your power. It was like the world was coming to an end right in front of you. Bucky’s voice broke in your head, holding your shoulders tightly. You glanced up at him, a tear threatening to escape your wide eyes.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…I” You push Bucky off you and almost run down the hallway trying to get to your room as quickly as possible, leaving everyone confused.

“What just happened?” Clint asks, as his wandering eyes watch—along with the rest of the team—you run down the hall until you were out of sight.

“She seems pretty distraught. Maybe  someone should follow her.” Wanda goes to stand up but Bucky cuts her off, saying he will talk to her afterwards. hesitant at first, she agrees, taking her seat again.

“Well on that note, care to tell us who she is?” Tony spoke up, only wanting to talk about the task at hand. Nat and Steve finished cleaning up the cup before taking their seats again. Everyone now looks at Bucky waiting for an answer. He didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to bring up your dark past, but at the same time, he knew they wouldn’t let him leave unless he spoke up.

“She was another experiment, just like me. What else do you want from me?” Bucky starts getting colder on the matter, becoming defensive, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh come on, tell us anything juicy!!”

“Did you know her personally?”

“Did she go through the same mind thing as you?”

“How about her powers what were they?”

“Ok, that enough!” Bucky yelled cutting everyone off. Anger now surged through him, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation. Racking his fingers through his hair before scratching his chin.

“She was a little girl. She shouldn’t have been there, but her father was cruel enough to give her to hydra. Yes, I know her, No I won’t tell you her powers and…She only went through it once…Because of me.” Bucky’s voice broke a little at the end of his words, still feeling guilt from the time back in Hydra. scoffing to himself, he begins to walk back to search for you, not wanting to answer any more hurtful questions about the past. The tension in the air became so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Everyone feels a sense of guilt, feeling bad for poking the bear.

“Bucky wait one more question…” Nat stopped him as he held onto the door frame before turning around to look at her.

“What do you mean know her? Shouldn’t you say knew? Does that mean you still know where she is?” Tony scoffs as Bucky curses at himself at his slip up trying to think for a moment on what to say.

“You said one question, what was three…” He spoke bluntly before turning to walk off in the same direction as you. but he was stopped with a panting Bruce running past him.

“Woah what’s up with you, Green man.” Tony laughs.

“I’ve unlocked the USB…”

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Morning | Bucky [14]

Word count:1.7k

Genre:Action, Smut, Fluff, Angst, lots of pain :)

Type: Bucky x AFAB! Reader

Warnings:Talking about the past, pet name, Bucky is a love sick puppy, sappiness like tooth rotten sappy. kissing, rough shower sex, mentions of alcohol.

Synopsis: The morning after leads to questioning gossip among the team and a nice hot refreshing shower.

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“Hey, Has anyone seen Y/n? I can’t find her anywhere?” Wanda asks the team that all sit on the curved couches in the large main lounge room. The party has now but died down, leaving only a few close friends and the team to be wondering the compound.

“Last time I saw her, She was with Bucky on the balcony.” Sam wiggles his eyebrows, taking a smug filled sip of his beer.

“They’re not there anymore?”

“Now you think of it where did they run off to? I thoug—” Nat’s words got cut off at a shocked face Tony and panting Bruce, obviously trying to keep up with the playboy.

“You guys might want to take a look at this…” All the crew are quick to get up from their seats, heading down the hall to the meeting room. Tony Brings up the screen board that sits at the front of the room, while Bruce works the computer on the small desk next to it. A small USB flips through Tony’s fingers before he chucks it to Bruce.

“Come on what’s with all the tension, spill already.” Nat snarls slightly annoyed at the dark-haired for interrupting her earlier. Bruce stuck the USB in the computer, before beginning to talk.

“When people started to leave the party, Tony and I thought we should go have a little skim over the files that we got back from the latest mission.” Tony continued Bruce’s words;

“Most were basic information but One file caught our eye.” Tony threw the file onto the table, making it slide until it retched Steve that sat at the end. Opening it, The file contains, photos, documents, logbooks, and some note sheets about new experimentation that Hydra was doing.

“The file came with a USB, Which we decided to try and unlock but the coding on it is corrupted, showing us locked files. But we should be able to unlock it by tomorrow.” Bruce clicks a few buttons before showing locked files on the USB reading ‘Subject 02’, Surveillance 1-19, and More written in German.

“It seems this subject was the second to undergo heavy experimentation. The same unit Bucky was in.” It was like a pin dropped in the thick silence. Steve suddenly had full focus on the screen in front of them. Nat pulls a photo out of the file that’s on the large table, showing a little girl with her back facing the camera. Bright white wings covered in blood was the centrepiece of the photo, notes written on top, written in Russian and some in German.

“It says birth deformity? Does this mean this child was born with wings?” Nat passed the photo to Wanda, her shocked expression examines the photo.

“How is that possible?” Sam speaks up crossing his arms, leaning back on his chair, feeling a gross feeling in his chest from viewing the photos.

“We have no idea but we plan on getting answers tomorrow,” Tony said.

“What?” Clint almost coughed out confused at the man’s words.

“What he means is, we want to take care in this situation and try and understand what happened. We aren’t just going to barge in and harass Barnes on the matter.” Bruce cut Tony’s word, eyeing him with a stern stare.

“We can always get Wanda to read his cyborg mind.” Tony pops his lips with his words.

“Hang on, Buck knew her during his winter soldier phase? But he wasn’t himself what makes you think he’ll remember someone that probably meant nothing to him. There will be no need to read his mind.” Steve ticked off at the thought of his friend getting probed and invaded yet again. Bruce sighed at the tension spilling from Steve, trying to find the words to ease the room.

“We are not doing anything or telling Barnes until we open the USB. Who knows what we’ll find. But until then, we wait.” Bruce cuts all the chatter in the room off, wanting nothing more than to hurry up and get into the locked USB, so they can seriously get to the bottom of this new madness.

The bright sun creeps its way through the curtains of the warm room. Limps overlapping one another as soft snores are heard along with little grunts now and again. Bucky’s dream fades away slowly as his heavy eyes open, separating the sleep from the slit of his lids. His head moves ever so slightly, spotting your face tucked away in his chest, softly nuzzling your nose into him whenever you moved. Your hair is messy, makeup from last night is still on, but now it’s faded and smudged. Your warmth fills him with joy, having your weight gifting him security and comfort.

This was the first night in years he didn’t wake up from a night terror, nor did he have any sort of discomfort. Not even one. All he had was pure happiness, and it was all coming from the person his heart is aching for right beside him. You are the most beautiful thing to him. His angel that he wants to be with for the rest of his life. Your soft snores tickle his chest as your breath is hot. You twitch in your sleep, clearly dreaming of something entertaining to you. You are—

“James…” You whisper snapping Bucky from his thoughts of you. His face lights up hearing his first name slip from your tongue. He doesn’t like his first name, only making people he dislikes or don’t know to call him that, but for some reason, you calling him James makes his heart flutter. Seeing your glossy doe eyes stare back up to him. He can see little bits of sleep you haven’t rubbed out of your eyes yet.

“Morning Darling.” He gives you a soft smile. You nuzzled into his chest, trying to get closer to him, even if that is physically possible you don’t know. Taking in his scent you smile, finally happy.

“Morning Handsome.” You say in a cheeky tone. He chuckles at the nickname, rolling onto his back, keeping his hold on you, making your top half fall on top of him. You lift your head seeing him with a smile.

“Does coffee sound nice?” He growls out, his voice still gravelly from last night. You nod, moving off him slowly. A burning pain suddenly erupts in your lower half, hissing slightly at the pain. Bucky quickly notices, rubbing his thumb over your sore thighs while leaning on his arm.

“Sorry doll, it always hurts the morning after… I must have been a bit too rough.” He says with a little gilt in his words. You just kick them away, kissing his lips softly, saying you’re okay and it’s not too sore.

“Have a shower, put some comfy clothes on. We have the day off. I’ll go get the coffee and we can sit in your lounge, okay?” He gives you a gummy smile. You just laugh lightly at his expression, waddling over to him with your sore legs, gliding your hands up his slightly hairy chest.

“Or you can join me in the shower, and we can go get coffee together afterwards.” You let out a smile with your cheeky request. Bucky swears his heart jumped at the moment and all the blood from his brain went down south within seconds. Picking you up quickly, he almost runs to the connected bathroom to your room, wanting nothing more than to get under the hot water as soon as possible.

“Moring Caps, how are you.” Wanda and vision enter the main kitchen, seeing Sam and Steve sitting at the island bench having their morning coffee. Nat walks in soon after grabbing herself a cup also, taking a seat next to Sam. While they all chatter, Sam decides to make a sly remark.

“So Mr, Soldier boy still missing.” He jokes.

“He didn’t go to his room last night that’s for sure. I went to check on him this morning to see if he wanted to go on a morning run, but his bed was not slept in.” Steve tilted his head slightly taking a sip of his coffee.

“I wonder where he could be?” Vision spoke, rubbing his hand along Wanda’s back lovingly.

-

“J-James…” His kisses trail down your wet skin, as his fingers circle around your sensitive bud. You grip tight on his wet hair, feeling hot from the man in front of you and the hot stream pours from the showerhead.

-

“Maybe he had too much of Thor’s Asgardian alcohol and got drunk so he passed out somewhere?” Nat questions, not thinking that was too far of a stretch.

“Maybe he just got drunk off something else?” Sam wiggles his brows.

-

Bucky holds you tightly against the wet tiled wall, both of his hands squeezing hold rest on the underside of your thighs as he eases into you with a slow thrust. You choke out a breathless moan, nails digging into his back as you kiss him roughly. His thrusts are low and deep, hitting you harder than last night, wanting nothing but the deepest pleasure.

“That’s it darling, you take me so well. My best girl.” He darkly chuckles. His deep thrusts getting faster and hard to an almost inhuman speed.

-

“He’s probably still sleeping. Here let’s solve your mystery hmm?” Wanda chuckles, clicking the button in the centre of the table, bringing up the A.I Friday.

“Hey Friday, can you please tell us where Bucky is right now?”

“Mr Barnes Is taking a shower.”

“See he’s fine—He is located in on the east wing. He is also accompanied by Ms Y/n.” Wanda’s words were cut off by the A.I making Steve spit out some of his coffee.

“Damn Bucky going back for seconds ha, respect soldier boy.” Tony laughs as he enters the kitchen overhearing some of the conversations.

“Gross Stark.” Steve coughs, still choking on his coffee.

“Oh just because you are 100 years old doesn’t mean you should act like it blondie.” Tony scoffs out a chuckle, pouring himself a drink. They all end up talking, questioning how you two seem to become so close so quickly, wanting nothing more but for the two of you to hurry up and join them in the kitchen so they can ask all their gossipy questions.

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Catch up | Bucky [17]

Word count: 660

Genre: Action, Smut, Fluff, Angst, lots of pain :)

Type: Bucky x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Blood, Panic, Betrayal, Bucky cries, Reader gets kidnapped

Synopsis: The Truth is out and everyone wants to know the story

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Bucky stood there in shock, a ball of saliva grew stuck in his neck. Everyone finally knew the dark past you both have been so desperately trying to hide. And now after all this time trying to keep the secrets, he couldn’t do anything but stand frozen, like a deer in headlights. All eyes were on him, he felt guilt shivering through his body… Hiding something this big from his friends was not his intention but he also felt guilt for you. guilt from not being about to protect you from your past. He needed to see you, before anyone else could, Before-

“Mr, Stark your silent alarm has gone off in sector 5 near the dorm rooms. Some unauthorized people entered the building and–s-d-sto—” Friday’s voice stuttered before shutting down.

“Friday? Friday!!” Tony spoke louder, typing on the main keypad on the large meeting table but nothing happened. Someone managed to shut down the whole A.I mainframe in the compound. The team started to worry about who and why someone would enter the compound. Who would have the gust to try and break into a stark industry building. But something clicked in Bucky, like a pin dropping in a silent room. Puzzle pieces finally coming together.

“Y/n…” Bucky’s heart dropped, his feet taking off before his mind. Running down the hallway towards the large staircase, choosing on taking the stairs as the elevator was far too slow for him. He called out your name over and over as he ran through each room and hall. Finally getting to your room he banged on the door in a panic trying to open the door but it was locked.

“Y/n open the door, please. Y/n…OPEN THE DOOR!!” Panic surged through him, feral-ness clouding his judgement. He ran at the door, hitting it with his metal shoulder. He broke your door, seeing your normally clean room, trashed. The large bay window was shattered and scattered. Shards covered the lounge room floor and furniture. Out of anger, he threw the closest thing to him. A glass that sat on the counter. Steve came in with a huff seeing his best friend in the middle of the mess. Bucky turned to see the blonde, feeling tears fill his eyes he chokes out.

“She gone…”

-

Your mind was foggy, a surge of pain on the left side of your head, most likely from being hit with a large object earlier in an effort to knock you out. A jump in the road made you notice your surroundings. You were in a van, in chains. ’great’ you thought, shaking your head, trying to get your blurry vision to focus. You were alone, having only the two people in the front of the vehicle. One in the driver’s seat and the other in the passenger. Shifting around you pull at your wrist, seeing the chains tighten as you move. The chains were made out of vibranium, so you couldn’t melt them even if you tried.

“Fuck…” You whisper, leaning your head against the van wall, you close your eyes trying to calm your breathing. The van came to a stop, seeing the two people in the front get out. Shuffling back, you try your best to get out of your restraints but as the back door opens and the blaring sun peaks through, you realize…..what was the point.

“Hello my Song Bird, You finally flew back home.” Mr, A smiled as two Hydra agents dragged you out of the van by the chains around your wrists and neck. He grabbed you by your chin, pulling you up to his face, you spit in his face making him let go of you. He wipes his face with a chuckle before his expression turns sour, backhanding you hard across your cheek, making you fall.

“Pierce.” You scoffed spitting blood onto the floor.

“Take her to sector B4…” He kneels down you your level tilting his head while looking you up and down. “We have some catching up to do.”

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The Cameras Are On | Bucky [16]

Word count: 790

Genre: Action, Smut, Fluff, Angst, lots of pain :)

Type: Bucky x AFAB! Reader

Warnings:  blood, gore, lots of angst, the team all seeing some graphic sh*t. Bucky relives his traumatic past, Reader gets hurt badly! Please me cautious when reading.

Synopsis: The team finally get to see the one thing you tried desperately to keep hidden.

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Everyone quickly piled into the meeting room, letting Bruce stand at the computer at the front, ready to open the files on the hard drive that they’ve been waiting to unlock since they first got it. Bucky swiftly takes his seat alongside everyone, opting to leave you out on this as it might cause more pain than you need. Bouncing his legs up and down repeatedly, while everyone looks at the screen at the front of the room.

The opened hard drive is filled with files titled, experiments, notes, mission reports and more. Switching between English, German and Russian spelling. Tony clicks his tongue, gesturing for Bruce to click the experimentation file. Listening to the other male, Bruce opens the file seeing a bunch of word docs and videos. Bucky’s heart feels a string of uneasiness as it races out of his chest, bellowing a sickness to his stomach. This was a moment he never wanted to happen.

“What’s that one?” Sam pointed out one video, making Buck gulp down a ball of saliva. A video titled ‘First Encounter 1945/1995’. Pressing play the team is met with a woman on the screen. She is wearing a lab coat, setting up the camera on the side of the desk, facing a chair. Once she turns her body to the side, the team gasp, seeing a young Bucky laying chained to it.

“Experiment file 56029B Reader for memory filing I—” The women’s words got cut off by an alarm before she quickly made her way out the room, leaving the camera rolling. She left the door open, letting a small child slip inside.

They recorder this?!

Bucky thought sitting forward-leaning onto the table in front of him. He has a sour expression on his face, disgusted they had such a memory on tape. A memory he thought only you and him would only share.

“Is that her?” Clint spoke looking over at the actions of Bucky, but Cap was quick to ’shh’ him telling him to keep watching.

“Hi, are you okay?” Her small voice echoed in the room, her back was facing the camera giving the team no description of her features. Before the team could see anything else, Bucky stood up hard, pressing the space bar on the keyboard, pausing the video.

“C-can we go to a different video…Please.” Bucky whispered, he was broken, his heart aching. Seeing you as a child and him back in that place. He couldn’t handle the thought. Bruce understood, nodding at him with a soft smile, letting Buck take his seat again while he looked for another video.

The first half of the video was blurred, chopping through different cameras. Security cameras. That was until a loud scream enters everyone’s ears. A bone-shaking scream along with sobs with yelps of a name…Bucky’s name. It was you, but younger you, strapped to the same chair Bucky would sit in when his mind was altered. You were tossing and turning, trying to escape, but you couldn’t. The camera that was placed at the end of the room, showcasing everyone that resided inside. Bucky banged up and bloody in a corner, barely breathing. Your face is still not shown in the video, with long hair covering most of your features.

The whole team fell silent at the scene unfolding in front of them. They all knew the pain that these videos brought, others even going through the same feelings from their own pasts. But this was something they never thought they’d ever see.

The video skipped again to a different room, the girl, hanging by her arms, bright white wings attached to wires, stretching them out.

“Woah those are some big wings.” Nat’s jaw was dropping along with the others.

“They’re beautiful…” Wanda whispered feeling a tear run down her cheek.

But the beauty didn’t last long as they all see a large man with a jagged chain saw, with another man covered with a mask behind him. The masked man stood in front while the other stood in between your wings. The masked man grabbed her chin lifting her face up but still was unseen by the camera angled camera.

“My songbird lost her way. You know what happens to birds that try to fly too far from the nest…” The masked man lowly speaks, holding her chin tighter. “They get clipped.” in a millisecond the man with the chain saw starts to cut the girls wings from the base. She shrieks out in pain as the rusted tool slices and breaks through your bones and feathers. Blood painting the white red.

Bucky stands up not wanting to see any more of these videos. Tears fall from his eyes, he fights the urge to break down, But as soon as he gets to the door, he hears something that makes his heart stop.

“Oh my god…It’s y/n….”

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Imagine Still loving Bucky even after breaking up months ago…

Between the Sun & Moon | Pt. 2 Sneak Peek

…Bucky was watching Steve, watching you. The handsome blonde was scrutinizing the way you were drinking the glass of water the waiter had set on the table before you, not masking his concern.

In truth, you were gulping it down as though you’d been stranded in the desert for a month, but this had become the norm for you, another sign of your pregnancy. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, even with your powers.

Bucky had been keeping a closer eye on you as well, so he didn’t blame Steve, really. But he was being too obvious, and in an effort to prevent you from noticing and becoming worried about him in return, Bucky gently kicks Steve under the table.

Those bright blue eyes snap to his own, and a somewhat meek expression plays over his face. “So, um,” Steve clears his throat and looks at you again, this time with a small smile tugging the corners of his lips. “Bucky and I have been talking-“

You snort adorably, your eyebrow quirking, “oh, just talking? I thought I heard a little more than tha—“

“Yes, well,” He interjects as Bucky laughs, “amongst other activities we talked. About you, the baby, and our next steps.”

At this, you set your water down and glance between them, eyes narrowing. Bucky already sensed your thoughts—that they had been plotting behind your back. He automatically reaches out and drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“Not like that, sweet girl,” Steve corrects, his eyes briefly meeting Bucky’s before he gives you a nervous smile. He hesitates and Bucky gives him an encouraging nod. “I was hoping—that is, will you marry me?”…

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18+ Takes place after the events of Endgame and TFATWS—AU where Steve does not stay in the past with Peggy and instead retires. Sam is Captain America.

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Part One | Moonrise

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Summary

Autumn in New York City, the air is crisp, the colours vibrant, and the world is beginning to settle. Steve Rogers and the rest of the Avengers saved the world—the galaxy—but if anyone had bothered to ask him, they’d have found out that the driving force for him had been bringing back Bucky and you—who had disappeared right in front of him when Thanos snapped his fingers. Loving and losing like that took its toll on Steve, even if he did succeed in getting you both back…

Bucky Barnes constantly, both pre and post blip, struggled with his feelings. How he felt for Steve. How he felt for you. Whenever he started to get his head straight, something major and world ending would happen. When he comes back from the blip and reunites with you and Steve after the battle against Thanos, the joy only lasts so long. And once Steve’s happy facade begins to crack, the love he has for his lifetime best friend gets pulled into question…

You had been an Avengers recruit, brought to the team by your longtime friend Sam Wilson not long after he’d joined up. He knew of your abilities and figured you’d thrive with the team. And while he was right, you had never counted on falling in love with Steve Rogers, nor him loving you back. Life, in that personal sense, seemed to be happy until you helped Steve rescue his best friend. The real man behind the Winter Soldier warped your perception of everything, made you question who you really were, and that was before the blip…

This story is a tangled, weaving journey our reader, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes navigate as they push past societal standards, learn to accept who they are, and deal with their own traumas. Steve is retired, Bucky needs to find a new purpose now that he’s forever freed from the Soldat, and you want to stop feeling stuck between the two men you love the most and focus on the future.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: sorry in advanced if you don’t like iced coffee lol

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

“With what?” you asked in disbelief.

“Let me take your virginity. ’S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let’s face it, you’re not getting a boyfriend anytime soon.”

You couldn’t help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Cat’s got your tongue?” he teased.

“James,” you said sternly.

“Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word,” he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn’t a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

“Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please,” he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn’t resist squirming; he hasn’t even touched you.

“I can tell you’re starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn’t enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word,” he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

“Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me,” you begged.

“As you wish.”

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

“Shit, that feels so good,” you sighed.

“That’s just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed,” he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

“It’s like you were ready for me to fuck you,” he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn’t help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren’t innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

“You are so gorgeous, baby.”

“Don’t get sappy, Barnes,” you joked; but in reality you don’t need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you’re falling to begin with.

“Yes ma'am,” he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky’s name.

“Did you just-”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I don’t know what happened. I- Everything just-”

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

“Don’t be sorry,” he chuckled.

“It’s really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties,” he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you’re practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky’s t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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