A/N: In which the past comes to light and there is yelling This is an important chapter, but might not be the most exciting haha hope you enjoy!
Pairings: ex!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol abuse, rape, depression symptoms (though not in so many words), etc.
Word Count: 2366
As promised, Dr. Raynor visits you a few days later. The sun was shining brightly through the window and you’re staring out at the landscape when she comes in.
“Good morning, Y/N.” You don’t move to look at her, so she stops at the end of your bed. “How are you feeling today?”
“Fine,” you say, your usual answer slipping out, but you remember what Dr. Raynor had said about using ‘fine’ so much. She chuckles.
“Are you okay to talk today?”
“Yeah, I guess,” you say, still looking out the window. She must hear the sadness in your voice, because she clears her throat. You glance over at her.
“Want to try again? How are you feeling today?”
“Sad.” Dr. Raynor gives you a small smile, before taking her usual seat beside you, pushing Bucky’s chair away from your bed as she does.
“Anything in particular bringing out that feeling today?”
“I miss being outside. It’s been… too long since I was outside by myself.”
“I see. How does that make you feel sad?”
“I guess I just miss being able to make my own choices.” Dr. Raynor hums, then writes something down on her notepad.
“That must be very hard for you.”
“Yeah,” you reply lamely.
“Dr. Banner says you will get to move out of the med bay tomorrow,” Dr. Raynor says, changing the subject entirely. “How do you feel about that?”
“Uhm, I mean, I can’t leave the Tower so it’s not going to be much different.”
“You’d be out of the bed. Unhooked from all the machines.”
“That’s true. That’ll be nice. Changing my clothes is a… uh, process,” you say with a chuckle.
“I bet, with all those tubes and wires. Are you feeling confident moving forward?” You think for few moments. Confident? Probably not confident, but you were excited to be out of the med-bay. You only had to stick around for 2 more weeks and then you’d disappear. Not that you’d tell Dr. Raynor that.
“Confident is a bit of a powerful word. I’d say more like… tentatively optimistic.” Dr. Raynor laughs at your comment.
“Well, that’s something and we’re not going to pretend that this is a difficult transition for you. We will take tentative optimism. I feel like I should ask how things are going with James? He seems to be here often.”
“Yeah. He’s like a leech. I can’t get rid of the guy.” You laugh at your joke, but Dr. Raynor doesn’t seem to think it’s very funny.
“Have you spoken about the factors that contributed to your relapse?”
“Uhm, no, not really.”
“Do you feel it would make your transition easier?” You think for a minute, feeling a sense of panic build in your chest. Dr. Raynor must notice your heartrate speed up.
“I won’t force you to do something you’re not ready to do, Y/N.” You take a deep breath, but nod your head.
“I think I need to get it out,” you say quietly, and she nods.
“Would you like me there?”
“Please?”
“Absolutely. I have time now, if you’re ready.” You know that if you prolong the conversation, you’ll talk yourself out of it.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” you say out loud.
“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?” Dr. Raynor looks around the room, trying to find the source of the voice.
“Can you have Bucky come to the med bay please?”
“Yes, Miss Y/L/N.”
“What was that?”
“AI. Tony designed him…” You trail off, panic for the impending conversation mixing with grief in a nauseating twist that makes you close your eyes.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, just nervous.”
“I’ll be right here if you need me. We can stop at any time.”
“Okay.” You open your eyes when you hear Bucky enter the room.
“Y/N? Are you okay? F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you needed to see me?”
“Yes, James. We were talking about Y/N’s transition out of the med bay.”
“There’s some stuff that I need to tell you.” Your words come out a little louder than a whisper. Bucky wrings his hands in front of him, his anxiety building off your own.
“Take a seat,” Dr. Raynor says, moving another chair around to the other side of your bed. He sat and looked at you expectantly.
“I… uh…” You look down at your hands, not able to make eye contact with him. You take a deep breath. “When we… uh… Ugh. Words, Y/N,” you say more to yourself than anyone else.
“Deep breath, Y/N.” It surprises you that it’s Bucky that says it, and you look up at him. He’s smiling at you knowingly. “It’s just me. It’s okay.” You do take a deep breath and look back at your hands. You let out a sad laugh.
“It’s just you. It’s always been just you. There was a time when you were the most important person in my life. I couldn’t imagine a day when I didn’t have you. And then, I.. uh.. I lost you and-“ Bucky interrupts you.
“You never lost me, Y/N. I wanted to go to you every day. I wanted you by my side. Always. I’m so sorry that I hurt you, and I know that you may never be able to forgive me, but I am always going to be here. I am always going to be here, because you deserved that from me before, and I let you down. It won’t happen again, Y/N.”
“I know, Bucky,” you start, but he just continues talking.
“And I know that you might never trust me again. And I totally get that, but I want you to know that I will always be here, by your side.”
“Bucky,” you try to start again, but he, again, starts rambling.
“Shut up!” you scream at him and Dr. Raynor bristles on the other side of the bed. Bucky looks from you to Dr. Raynor, and back to you. “You got to say your peace. Now it’s my turn. I just need 5 freaking minutes without your groveling or apologizing. It’s my turn.” He looks at you with wide eyes, before nodding, telling you to continue. You take a deep, shaky breath.
“When Steve found me, I didn’t want to be found. See, there was a reason I was picking fights with the bigger guy. I was young and dumb, yes, but I was also pretty okay with not being alive anymore, but I didn’t have the guts to do it myself.” Bucky moves to start talking and you tisk at him, and he sits back in his chair, shutting his mouth again. “When you are shuffled from home to home and turned into nothing more than the money that the government gives your family to keep you around, you learn pretty quickly that there really isn’t much you’re worth. So when Steve gave me a purpose, a family that actually wanted me around, I found myself believing it. And I know the intensity that Steve cares, so when he became intent on finding you, his long-lost brother in all respects beside blood, of course I offered to help. Of course I stood beside him, beside you. And from the moment I saw you, I knew you’d be important.” You feel your cheeks warm but push through.
“We didn’t talk much, but you were the one who noticed the changes in me the first time, before anyone else. You cared enough to see that I was different. And that means something to me. You held my hair while I was detoxing. You slept in that awful chair beside my bed in this same room. You didn’t leave, even when I begged you to go. And that meant something to me. I trusted you. When I was better, when I felt like myself, I introduced you to Sarah and she was the only person from my before. And you knew that. You knew she was important to me. And you knew you were important to me. You knew we weren’t just friends.”
“When you went behind my back, you didn’t just take away one friend. You took away all of them. I had 3 people in this world, you, Sarah and Steve, and you took them all with you. I couldn’t have you and I wanted you to be happy. So, you got Sarah. And I couldn’t make Steve choose between us, so I made the choice for him. I had no one. I had nothing. My entire life for years had been the Avengers and the good we did. And you took that from me.” You feel anger rising in your voice, tears stinging your eyes. “You took my whole life just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, Barnes, and that’s not something I just get to wake up one day and forget.” You reach up and rub your eyes angrily. “I promised I wouldn’t cry any more tears over you and yet, here we are.”
“And how do you feel about that, James?” Dr. Raynor asks. You jump at her voice, forgetting that she was in the room with you. He looks back at her, then down to his hands.
“I know,” was all he said.
“Now you don’t have anything to say,” you mumble. Bucky stiffens beside you, but you look over at Dr. Raynor. “Anything you’d like to add, doc?” Your voice comes out angrier than you meant it to.
“I think that was a good start, Y/N. I know there is more, but you can take it at your pace.”
“Thanks,” you say, looking at your hands.
“Well, Y/N, same time tomorrow?” she asks you, standing up.
“I’ll probably be here,” you joke, though you don’t know when they are moving you out of the med bay. She smiles at you, then glances over at Bucky.
“I will see you for our appointment Thursday?”
“Yep,” Bucky mumbles, nodding to her as she walks out of the med bay. Silence settles on the two of you. You play with your fingers anxiously.
“You know, after I left, after I got my own place, I decided I’d go to our place.” The words fall out of your mouth before you could stop them. “For old time’s sake. I didn’t expect to see you there, but there you were, dancing with her and I just watched you from the corner.” You glanced over to see him looking at you with sorrow in his eyes. “You looked so happy. I was so happy that she made you so happy. It’s all I ever wanted for you. I knew I’d never make you that happy.” You look down to your hands in your lap. “It’s so stupid because I knew it would hurt. I knew my heart would break but I needed to see it for myself. I needed to see you happy, one last time.” You feel a tear slip down your cheek. “It was my goodbye. And then… when the blip happened, when Steve called to tell me you had…” Tears were steaming down your face freely then. “Life just didn’t feel livable anymore. I wandered around the City for a few weeks before running into a guy I went to high school with. He’s a doctor and offered to look at my back. It’s never been the same since that fall in Budapest.” You chuckle but continue. “I didn’t fill the prescription for weeks. I think I always knew I’d end up here, or worse, but it got to the point that I didn’t care. You were gone and I couldn’t get the feeling of your hands out of my mind. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” You look up at him again and he’s still watching you, but he’s crying this time, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Dr. Raynor told me that she’d never met someone who woke up one day and decided to be an addict, but I’m not going to lie and say that’s not what it was this time. I needed to not think for a while. I knew this was the way I wanted to do it. I needed to forget your hands in mine, and I needed it quickly. Things spiraled from there…” you trail off, looking out the window. You know you need to tell him. You know he needs to know, but you also know it’s your choice. You look back over at Bucky.
“A few weeks before my OD, my dealer… he… uh…” you look at your hands, not able to look at Bucky. “He forced himself on me.”
“He did what?” Bucky all but growled. You look up at him to see anger written on his every feature.
“I was.. uh.. I was high. Too high to stop him.”
“Who is he?”
“I’m not telling you that, Bucky.”
“I’ll kill him.”
“You will not. He’s not worth your time, Bucky.”
“He touched you, Y/N.”
“I need you to calm down, please,” you say, looking at him with sad eyes. His anger melts away and he returns to his sad eyes.
“When I woke up later and realized what happened, something inside me broke. It was like my last shred of desire to live was gone. I went to a rave, and I was awake for like… 90 hours or something. Even when I slept, I woke up high or drunk. And then I did the same thing again. Every day was the same. The pills or patch or alcohol was the only thing that kept me alive.” The irony of that wasn’t lost on you and you chuckled but realized too late that it probably wasn’t funny.
“When Steve called to tell me that Tony…” You look up at Bucky, who is crying again. That’s all it takes for you to lose it. A sob wracks through your body and you collapse over, your arms resting on your folded legs, and sob.
“Hey, hey, hey, doll,” Bucky says, climbing into the bed with you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I’m here.” You feel him kiss the side of your head, and feel his tears wetting your hair. It’s not long before you fall asleep in his arms.
Summary:Reader feels lost, and she finds comfort in the arms of someone she didn’t expect.
Warnings:depression, suicidal thoughts, implied attempted suicide (very light, only if you squint real hard)
Author’s Note: When I started writing this I was in a very bad place. I started wirting it because I felt exactly as reader feels in this fic. And this was my only outlet. Daydreaming as always. It helped a little fantasizing that my very own Bucky would comfort me in my darkest days, so I decided to share this with you all. I hope it helps those who need it, if only a little bit. You’re not alone. Don’t forget to reach out for help. Attempting against your life is never the answer, guys. You matter. You’re important and people do care. We don’t have to live through this alone. And I know it isn’t easy. And I know it can’t be cured with a fanfiction. I know.But knowing people care, sharing the way you feel with people you love and people who love you does help. It makes things easier, lighter. And if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always come to me. It gets better, guys. It really does. Stay safe. I love you all <3
Bucky could always tell if you’d cried yourself to sleep during the night. Your pretty eyes would be puffy and reddish the next morning. Your shoulders would hunch over, as if the weight you’d cried off the night before hadn’t left completely. You’d shuffle your feet across the floor. You’d look numb, weary. And he always knew that crying all alone in your bed at night had left you feeling worse than before.
“Hey, doll,” he greeted quietly when you entered the kitchen.
You lifted your face up to see him sitting on the stool across from the kitchen table. The sunlight that came from the window behind him shone on his bed hair, creating a halo around his head that made him glow.
“Hey, Buck.” You smiled weakly at him in an attempt to hide the fact that you’d cried the night before. But the smile, as weak as it had been, was real. Seeing him always made your heart feel less heavy and the weight over your shoulders dissipated for a little while.
You walked towards the stove that was behind him and filled the teapot with tap water before setting it onto the flame. You placed your hands on the edge of the counter and let your head fall forward. You let out a silent sigh, and prayed that the remnants of the tears shed last night weren’t noticeable to Bucky.
“Everything okay, doll?” he said behind you, tentatively.
You lifted your head up and turned to see him. He was looking at you worryingly, and he’d turned his whole body in your direction. He didn’t attempt to hide the scowl of concern on his face.
You attempted a smile, but it didn’t come out right. Everything was not fine. And you were dying to tell him just that. But you knew if you did, you’d crumble before him, and that was something you couldn’t afford. Looking weak in front of people wasn’t something you were very fond of.
“Yeah, Buck. Everything’s fine.” You shrugged your shoulders in a weak attempt to be nonchalant.
Bucky knew better, but he didn’t push.
He stood up from the stool and shortened the distance between you two in a few strides. He towered over you by a good 8 inches. His presence wasn’t intimidating. He didn’t make you nervous. He made you feel at peace. And you wondered what it’d be like to be wrapped up in his arms, if a hug from him would ease the pain in your chest and lift the weight off your shoulders.
He placed both hands upon your upper arms and said in the most soothing voice: “I’m here if you need me, doll.” He looked intently into your eyes, and you were trying so goddamn hard not to cry. “Always.” He smiled and squeezed your arms softly before letting you go and walking out of the kitchen.
And you knew and embrace from him would definitely help you ease the pain. And you found yourself longing to be held by Bucky Barnes.
-
It was taking a toll on you. You couldn’t focus on missions anymore. You were in a bad mood all the time. You’d snap at everyone for everything and anything, and all you wanted was to sleep. Sleep all day. Sleep and not worry about life anymore. You weren’t sure when, but you’d started to wish to never wake up.
But the world needed you. And you couldn’t afford sleeping all the time. You couldn’t afford being distracted during missions because you would not only jeopardize your life, but also your teammates’.
And it was too much. The weight of the world was upon your shoulder. The weight of being a good soldier, a good agent was upon your shoulders. The weight of everything was upon your shoulders. And the tears that you shed in your bed every night weren’t nearly enough to lift it all off. You were fading away and there was nothing you could do about it. And if there was, you didn’t care to find it.
-
“You could’ve gotten killed, Y/N!” Tony yelled as he paced back and forth across the carpeted living room floor. His right hand swiped along his hair, pushing it back and away from his face.
“Wouldn’t that had been delightful?” you said, trying so little to hide the fact that you didn’t care.
“What?” Tony stopped his pacing and stood in front of you. He couldn’t quite figure out if you were serious, and there were both anger and concern in his features.
You were all used to bottling things up. If you were sad or depressed or angry, you bottled it all up. There was no time for feelings. You all had more important things to do. You were looked up to. And people didn’t want to see sad agents. They wanted sparkly agents, happy avengers that would gladly give their life for them, as ungrateful as they were.
You sighed wearily and rolled your eyes as you stood up from the couch. “Nothing, Tony.” You patted his shoulder before walking past him towards the staircase.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” And the concern in his voice was noticeable, but god you didn’t have the energy to do this right now. You didn’t have the energy to do anything at all lately.
You stopped at the first step and turned your body in his direction. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not allowed to not be okay.” You shrugged your shoulders and went upstairs, leaving him with dread hanging over his head.
-
It was too much. Everything was too much. The little things that used to bring you joy had ceased to be important to you. Being in combat, fighting the bad guys, kicking some hydra ass were things you utterly enjoyed. But that was gone too. You saw no light at the end of the tunnel. It kept getting darker and deeper, and your resilience was wearing thin. You were disappearing and nobody cared. Not even you.
The music in your ears was loud, and the tears flowed free down the sides of your face, disappearing into your hair. Music used to bring you peace of mind, and you were trying so desperately to find it again. You were trying desperately to cling to the remnants of life that could keep your feet grounded onto this world. And it wasn’t happening. Nothing worked anymore. Not even music. So what was the point on keep on living then? If nothing could bring you joy anymore? If nothing could spark a little bit of life into you? And the thought appeared in your mind in a flash, almost fleeting. And you held onto it. Onto your last hope. Your last resource.
It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? You had the means. You had the weapons. You had the knowledge so it would be as painless and quick as possible.
So why then were you taking so long? Why were your hands shaking? Why was all your body shaking? Why were there tears running madly down your face if this was what you wanted to do?
The gun felt heavy in your hand, and you dropped it as if it were scorching hot. And you ran. You stormed off your quarters and let your legs guide you to wherever they wanted to go. You let your heart guide you to the one place you knew you’d feel safe from your own thoughts; the one place you’d feel safe from yourself.
It was as if he’d sensed you’d come because he opened the door just when you were about to knock. And there he was, standing tall and broad and waiting.
He didn’t say a word, but you sensed he knew why you were standing on his doorstep, crying and shaking. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to, because when he opened his arms, you stepped into them in a heartbeat, with no doubt in your mind that this was the place you needed to be at the most right now.
When his arms wrapped around you, it felt as if all the broken pieces of your shattered soul were being glued back together, back in place. It was as if he was absorbing all the bad thoughts and feelings that had been consuming you for months. And you held onto him. You held onto him as if your life depended on it. And it did in a way.
You sobbed into his shirt, leaving a damp spot on the fabric. He ran his right hand through your hair, soothing you, comforting you. He placed his right cheek on top of your head and brought you closer to his body when your sobs became cries. He never said a word, and he never urged you to stop crying.
“It’s gonna be okay, doll,” he whispered against the top of your head; his hands never ceasing to stroke your hair and back soothingly. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
And it was all you needed. Someone who cared. Someone who showed they cared. Someone who allowed you to live your feelings without trying to shut you down.
This was the light at the end of the tunnel. The spark of hope that you were so desperately looking for. And here it was, in the arms of a man who had always been there but you’d been too blind to see it.
Going back to normal wasn’t going to be easy, and you were aware of it. But knowing Bucky cared, knowing Bucky was there to pick you up, would make it less difficult. And it was worth staying for.
Warnings:My blog is 18+ and though there’s no smut in this piece, minors DNI. Domestic abuse, break up, humiliation, mutual pining, friends in love, drink driving, car accident, coma, chasing justice/vigilante attitudes, fairy tales, Disney, fluff, lots of angst, anger, guilt, happy ever afters
Prompt: Fairy tale
A/N: So this is my contribution to the 500 follower writing challenge hosted by @tom-whore-dleston It’s a new one for me because I’ve had to use a fairy tale for this one. So I’ve tried to use the fairy tale to feed into a modern situation and at the same time reflect that the same fairy tale has importance to the reader. Sleeping Beauty is an important one to me as the first feature length Disney cartoon I watched, and I was in awe of it.
This hasn’t been beta read and all of my mistakes are my own. Please feel free to like, comment and/or reblog as I look forward to feedback and interacting with people who choose to read my work. I appreciate you all. I hope you enjoy it.
She was Steve’s. The point being ‘was’. Where was he now as she lay in the hospital bed in a coma? She was Steve’s but he never really cared for her. He picked her as the perfect smoke screen and made everyone believe he was in love. She was Steve’s, it was the excuse that always stopped Bucky from admitting his true feelings for her. She was Steve’s, the line she repeated in her head like a mantra even though she didn’t love him, she loved someone else and was terrified of Steve. She was Steve’s until he decided it was right for him and Peggy to go public by breaking up with Y/N via a Snapchat post, not even a one-to-one message but a post of him and Peggy while saying ‘Y/N, I got myself a real woman’ and it was posted for all to see. She was Steve’s no longer and was fighting for her life after a drunk truck driver careered into her car.
Bucky hadn’t left her side, the symphony of beeps from various machines stopped the silence creeping in and forming negative thoughts and nightmares of worst possible outcomes in his mind. She couldn’t die, he couldn’t lose her. She was his safe haven in a world that had become darker than he’d ever anticipated. Nat and Sam walked into the room and sat with Bucky. Nat handed him a cup of coffee from the nearby coffee shop instead of getting the mud in a cup from the hospital vending machine. He accepted it gratefully with a swift nod and looked back over to Y/N. She looked like she was peacefully sleeping. Blissfully unaware of the situation she was in, you could be forgiven for thinking she was in a complete state of calm. Sam placed a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Buck, you’ve been here since the accident happened three days ago. You need to go back to the compound, get some sleep” he advised. Shrugging him off with a light scoff, he took Y/N’s hand in his, rubbing her fingers softly with his thumb.
“If she wakes up, I need to be here for her” he insisted.
“What good to her are you if you are too tired to function?” Sam spoke quietly.
“Sam’s right Bucky, you need to sleep. We’ll be here if she wakes up. Sam will call you straight away as well” Nat offered seeing the pain in Bucky’s eyes. The internal fight to stop tears flowing because she looked helpless and fragile.
“But I should be here” Bucky tried to push.
“I know she’s your best friend, but she’d understand that-”
“You don’t get it Sam, she’s not just my best friend, I love her Sam. I’m in love with her!” he kept his voice low, but it was strained as though he was arguing. Sam’s eyes panned. He was about to speak when Nat walked over to Bucky.
“Buck, listen to me, what would Y/N tell you to do?” she asked firmly.
“To… to go home and sleep,” he sounded defeated and shook his head, “fine, I’ll go” he conceded, “but you must call me instantly if she wakes up” he instructed. Nat agreed and sent him out to the waiting car to be taken home.
Nat sunk down on the chair in the corner of the hospital room. Sam was still processing Bucky’s words. How had he missed it?
“You know it was obvious right” Nat said laughing at Sam’s inability to realise Bucky’s feelings towards Y/N were deeper than he’d anticipated. “She’s in love with him too, but she thinks he doesn’t see her that way”
“She was with Steve though” Sam countered looking even more confused.
“No, he coerced her into a relationship where he was bullying and abusing her. The trouble is no one wanted to say or do anything to stop it except Bucky. Even I was at fault there. She needed us and we let her down. I mean don’t you remember the quiz night Tony held with us where we were in teams of two and had to answer questions about each other to see who really was a perfect match” she chuckled at the memory. Sam’s smile spread across his face as he recalled that night…
Tony sat back looking all smug as yet another duo failed to get more than 10 out 15 in the ‘How Well Do You Know Your Partner?’ game. In all fairness he was teamed with Pepper, but the others were teamed with friends. Bruce and Thor did pretty well achieving a solid 10, Wanda and Vision got 11 and Nat scored 11 with Clint. Sam was teamed with Rhodey and scored a 7. Originally Y/N wasn’t going to play. Steve was off on yet another ‘solo’ mission (a jaunt to Peggy’s) but everyone convinced her to take part and she agreed to work with Bucky, her best friend. She leaned into him, putting her face on his shoulder as she laughed uncontrollably at Peter scoring 5 with T’Challa. It was almost as bad as the 2 Y/N scored with Steve last time they played. Tony rubbed his hands together all excited as he sat forward.
“Y/N do you and Tin Man actually think you’ll beat mine and Pepper’s score of 13?” he was so confident. Y/N and Bucky looked at each other with a smile.
“We’ll give it a shot Tony. Friday has our answers and is ready to reveal them with each question asked”
“Let’s make it interesting” Tony beamed. Bucky looked at him with confusion.
“What do you have in mind?” Bucky quizzed.
“If you score higher than me and Pepper you will win two thousand dollars. If we have higher than you, then you and Y/N will be responsible for dinner for everyone for a whole week” he offered.
“You’re on” Y/N grinned.
Question after question was fired, each one was a correct answer. Question 10 came and went, then 11 and 12 all correct. Nat was enjoying her role as quizmaster for the couple and witnessing the faces on others as the responses kept coming back with a ‘ding’ from Friday.
“Question 13 – if going on a date, what physical preparation is made to show they expect sex?” Nat’s words were met with ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahhhs’ knowing this was quite an intimate ask. Silence fell upon everyone as they looked on at Y/N and Bucky. They were deep in thought and glanced at each other. Bucky’s lips curled into a cocksure smile as Tony waved them off with a scoffing laugh thinking there was no way they’d equalise.
“When Bucky goes on a date and is hoping to have sex he puts on extra cologne, brightens his teeth and ensures he has brand new underwear that doesn’t look like it’s got that washed and owned for a while look” she revealed.
“Friday?” Nat called for clarification. Friday dinged again and showed Bucky’s written response that was almost word for word. Bucky now needed to respond with the right answer to get the 13th point.
“Y/N will wear black underwear” he answered simply, watching her blush. As Friday dinged yet again, Tony’s eyes widened in shock as some of the other Avengers were equally as surprised. This wasn’t necessarily something all best friends knew.
“Question 14 – what would you want your wedding song to be?” Nat questioned.
“Bucky would pick Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller” Y/N didn’t even waste time and her reaction was met with Bucky letting out a laugh as he pulled Y/N to him and placed a kiss on her forehead. Friday confirmed the answer and Bucky divulged Y/N’s being From This Moment by Shania Twain. Y/N’s grin was so bright knowing he’d got the answer. They got to the last question and were currently 14 for 14. Steve stormed in interrupting them and demanding Y/N go with him. He was shouting at her saying she was an embarrassment. Dragging her away from everyone, people heard Y/N begging Steve to stop hurting her wrist. Her bruises the next day were proof that he stopped hurting her wrist and hit her elsewhere leaving her with a black eye and bruised ribs. She didn’t spend time with the rest of the Avengers for the next few days. Bucky had caught a glimpse of her and had a confrontation with Steve which ended up in more bruises for Y/N. Bucky’s heart was heavy with guilt and pain. He loved her more than anything and this was killing him. What he didn’t realise is that every tear she shed, every prayer she made was to let her out of her hell with Steve so that she could find some way of spending more time with Bucky and telling him of her feelings. With each passing day, new strike and inky bruise, she feared the day would never come…
Bucky tried to sleep, he tossed and turned in his bed. He knew that he’d promised to rest but he couldn’t get his mind off Y/N. Lying on his back, he rested his forearm over his eyes. The thin white bedsheet clung to him like a second skin as it sat over his legs and waist. He was angry at Steve. Angry at himself and angry at the drunk driver who only came away with a few scratches and a fractured finger while Y/N was in a coma, had suffered a ruptured spleen and a broken leg. He hated seeing her in pain, any kind of pain. She’d been through enough at the hands of Steve. He remembered seeing the bright smile on her face when Steve broke up with her. He was furious that Steve did it in a way to humiliate Y/N, but she just grinned at Bucky. He was trying to hide his fury at Steve. Y/N’s smile melted his heart but what disintegrated his tension were the words she whispered when he hugged her. She simply stated ‘I’m finally free’. How could he not be happy for her when she was relieved to be free from the violent clutches of Steve. It made him think of how she spent that night. Everyone was rallying around her in absolute concern.
Y/N sat on the sofa in the community lounge just flicking through a magazine as Wanda and Nat came in and sat either side of her. She looked from side to side at the women who were like Cheshire cats with the way they were grinning at her.
“You should come out with us tonight” Wanda suggested.
“Why?” Y/N asked slowly.
“After Steve’s actions, you need to get out there, show him what he’s lost out on” Wanda was trying to ensure Y/N wasn’t going to crumble, worried that Steve may have had some emotional hold on her.
“Or just have a good old-fashioned night out with the girls” Nat chimed in trying to steer the conversation away from Steve. Y/N closed the magazine and put it on her lap as she sighed.
“Nat, Wand I love you both. I really do but I’m fine. All I want is a night in, just relaxing watching a movie or something in the knowledge that everything is my choice” she explained to them. Disappointment flashed on Wanda’s face while Nat accepted Y/N’s response and patted her hands supportively to let her know they were there if she needed them. As they left Y/N to it, Bucky entered the room and joined Y/N on the sofa, he put his arm around Y/N, and she put her head on his shoulder.
“So what’s the movie choice tonight sugar-plum?” he asked.
“You can pick it, or we can watch the game tonight. It’s the Ravens versus the Falcons and you know I’m a Ravens girl” she chuckled.
“Game it is, I’ll order the pizza” he informed her. It wasn’t long before Sam and Clint joined them and were cheering the Falcons. Bucky couldn’t help but taunt Sam as he had to pay Y/N fifty dollars when the Ravens won. The conversation among the four of them drifted to cartoons and Disney, with Clint declaring how sick he was of Frozen. Likewise, Sam was fed up with Toy Story as his youngest nephew seemed to love watching it over and over. They then started talking about their first Disney film. Bucky revealed it was Snow White and he took Rebecca to see it, he was fascinated by the animation while Rebecca was in love with the story of a hero saving the day. Sam divulged that his was the Fox and the Hound and that, as a kid, he was convinced that the Owl was voiced by his auntie. Clint expressed his love for Robin Hood and proceeded to sing the theme tune that Y/N and Sam joined in with, reminiscing over the classic. Y/N then sat back and told of her first experience watching a Disney cartoon. It was Sleeping Beauty. It remained a favourite of hers because she felt that Aurora and Prince Philip had been destined to be together. He saw her when she was a baby, then met her in the woods where they sang and danced together. It was a love at first sight kind of thing and then he risked his life to rescue her. Bucky intently listened observing every little gesture she made. He felt butterflies at seeing her so free, so happy and so involved in a group chat. The dark cloud that once hung over her had been lifted and this was the true Y/N shining in front of him. He knew in that moment he would have to tell her how he felt. He didn’t just love her as a friend, he had fallen helplessly in love with her. But as fate would have it, the day he was planning to tell her was the day he received the news of her car accident…
Nat and Sam had sat by Y/N’s bed, nothing had changed. The machines beeping were like harpies screeching as they fought to take the life of their victim. Sam hated sitting there and knowing nothing could be done. He checked his phone and looked over to Nat.
“The driver has been released on bail. He is claiming that he was drinking to numb the pain of betrayal and heartache and that Y/N was driving erratically as he hit her. Andy has sent me the details of the guy” Sam spat with disgust. Nat almost twitched at the news.
“When Bucky gets here, I have something to take care of that you might want in on” she informed him.
“Does it involve dealing with this asshole?” Sam raised his phone indicating the drunk driver.
“Time for you to learn the art of creative termination Sam. Sometimes it needs to be done” her icy tone was enough to scare most people. Coupled with the look of hate in her eyes, Sam knew there was no talking her out of it. She loved Y/N like a sister and seeing Y/N in the state she was in was killing Nat.
Bucky arrived at the hospital again, he looked refreshed but felt disheartened by the lack of news regarding Y/N’s progress. He watched Nat and Sam leave and pulled the chair right up to the bed. He sat down and clutched her hand in his and began to tell her the story of Sleeping Beauty in hope that she might wake up. The doctor had told him that talking to Y/N would help because studies showed coma patients could hear people talking to them. He felt his heart lurch as there was no real response. He knew what he had to try. He had thought about it non-stop on the way to the hospital. He got up and sat next to Y/N on the bed. Holding her hand in his, he took a deep breath as he gazed down at her. Even in her fragile state, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Y/N, I don’t know if you can hear this. I… I… I hope you can,” he stuttered. “The day you were brought in here I… I was planning to tell you something,” he took a deep breath as he paused. “You see, ever since I’ve been back from Wakanda, you’re the only person who really goes all out to make time for me. You have spent time getting to know me and have become my best friend. I can’t and don’t want to ever imagine a life without you in it,” tears pricked the corners of his eyes at the mere thought of her no longer being around. “I remember watching you talk about Sleeping Beauty; you were so carefree I just wanted to kiss you and tell you how much I love you. And that’s the thing Y/N, I’m in love with you” the lump in his throat could be heard as he could no longer stop rogue tears from rolling down his cheeks; he sniffled and tried to wipe his tears away before continuing to speak. “The way you bite your lip when nervous, the way you softly smile and tilt your head when you’re listening to me talk after a nightmare, the way you hug me and reassure me when I’m having a panic attack, the way you kneel down and talk to children putting yourself at their level to make them feel at ease, your never-ending compassion and the time you make for all of us. It’s all those little things and more that I love. I’m sorry I didn’t do more to protect you from Steve. If you wake up and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of our lives together showing you that you are my princess and how much I love you. Just please, please wake up. I need you Y/N” his tears flowed as he bared his soul to the unconscious woman.
He leant down and placed his lips on hers in a tender chaste kiss. As he sat up, he observed her. Nothing. He knew he was being irrational hoping it would make a difference but the romantic in him had to try. That’s when he felt it – a slight twitch of her fingers. It happened again and her eyelids began to move, immediately Bucky pressed the button to call for a nurse. Rushing in, the nurse saw what was happening and called for a doctor.
He paced the floor waiting outside her room. He tried not to get his hopes up. He’d read of several cases where a patient would seemingly wake up but end up having a fit before their heart would give out. He wasn’t one for praying but he prayed that this wasn’t the case. He began to overthink it all. What if she could hear him but not being able to respond would result in a said fit and heart failure? What if he’d just killed the woman he truly loved? His mind was ruminating over the same thoughts over and over until the doctor came out.
“Sergeant Barnes” he enquired to get his attention. Bucky rushed to him instantaneously. The doctor could see all the questions and fear in Bucky’s eyes that he was struggling to manifest into words. “Y/N is awake and is asking for you. Her voice is rather weak, be patient with her. Give her some time as she is trying to make sense of things. The nurse is making her comfortable. Is there anyone I need to call?” he asked as Bucky’s face was awash with happiness.
“I… erm Wilson, Sam Wilson or Natasha Romanoff” he fumbled with his words anxious to see Y/N. The doctor nodded at him and let him into Y/N’s room.
She was propped up against the headrest. She looked weak but as she saw Bucky, her sunshine smile lit up the room. He sat next to her on the bed facing her. Their gaze was locked, and she nodded at his unspoken question as to whether she was ok.
“You’re… you’re awake” his voice almost a whisper.
“Because of you. I heard you Buck, I felt the kiss and I love you too, so much. Whenever Steve would drag me away, I just wanted to be with you. Safe in your arms. You are my everything Bucky” she croaked. He clutched her hands and kissed her knuckles before leaning towards her and kissing her with restrained passion so that he wouldn’t hurt her given her current health status.
“I love you Sleeping Beauty” he beamed, the love in his eyes just radiating.
“I love you too Prince Charming” she responded in kind as Bucky promised her that he’d make sure they have their own happily ever after.
Category:angst, smut, enemies to lovers, slow burn.
Synopsis: After Natasha Romanoff destroyed the Red Room, the Widows were set free, and peace was brought to the innocent stolen by Draykov. However, she forgot the one thing keeping the torturous organization alive… the money. This story follows one of the Widows who didn’t get her freedom, or her life back. The Scarlett Widow’s ledger gushes red in her mission to wipe every trace of the Red Room off the earth, but when Bucky Barnes and Captain America are sent to stop her bloodthirsty quest, love is the last thing she expects to find.
A/N: I have been holding onto this baby since Black Widow came out last year. I poured my whole heart into this fic. It’s significantly darker than anything I’ve written before, and each chapter will have individual warnings. It’s completed, and I will try to post a chapter every week.
I hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
Chapter 1 warnings: talk about the Red Room (forced hysterectomy, abuse, mind control), choking (not the fun kind), nightmares, violence, flirting, Bucky’s unhinged, fight between reader and Bucky, bruising, injuries, talks of death, alcohol consumption, blood, talks of past assaults to reader (unwanted groping).
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You reluctantly followed Bucky to where you knew he often stayed. The Avengers Compound. You grimaced as you both entered the private car park. After extensive security procedures that mostly consisted of Bucky saying you were one of his very close ‘lady friends’, you were allowed inside the building. Unfortunately you had no weapons on you as Bucky had made you leave them all in the car knowing you’d never get through security with them. Luckily enough, you were confident that Bucky wasn’t going to hurt you, if he was, he would have done it by now. He guided you both towards an elevator before pressing the button to the seventh floor.
“You hungry?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“You tell me that Strucker, who I thought we had dealt with is alive and you’re asking me if I’m hungry.” You scoffed. “Unbelievable.”
“If you’re not hungry all you had to do was say, geez.” He replied.
“No James, no I’m not hungry.” You replied as the doors opened revealing what appeared to be some sort of common room. Bucky stepped out and you followed cautiously along with him into the seemingly empty room.
“It’s just Bucky here.” He said, glancing down towards you next to him.
“What’s wrong with James?” You queried “it’s what I’ve always called you.”
“I prefer Bucky.” He stated.
“Fine, Bucky.” You answered with no arguments as you both entered a kitchen.
“Now I know you said you’re not hungry but I am.”
Ignoring him as he opened the fridge, pulling out different ingredients, you glanced around the kitchen, taking everything in. It was honestly huge. It had an island in the middle that had stools coming out of it as well as a huge window on the far wall that overlooked a lovely area of greenery and hills. You continued to look before something on the floor caught your attention.
“So, with a place like this, it’s not uncommon to see various different wildlife animals. You know, because of the location” You assumed, speaking aloud.
“I suppose so.” Bucky answered, making a sandwich.
“So it’s not uncommon to see snakes in the kitchen then?” You smiled, looking down at the snake that was continuing to slither towards you.
“What!” Bucky exclaimed.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of this little thing.” You cooed, picking the snake up.
“That looks venomous. Put it down!” Bucky instructed, abandoning the butter knife as he stepped away from the counter.
“It’s not venomous.” You spoke absentmindedly, allowing it to wrap around your arm.
“H-how do you know?” He stuttered.
“You forget that I am nicknamed the Taipan. The most dangerous snake in this room is me.” You remarked, still looking at the snake “although you do look a little different don’t you? What’s your name eh?” You asked before the snake disappeared from your hand causing your eyes to widen in alarm.
“So you’re the famous Taipan, I thought you’d be a man.” You heard a voice from over your shoulder. Quickly spinning on your heels you were met with a face you had recognised. The man grinned at you as you glared at him.
“And you’re the man who tried to take over New York, I thought you’d be successful.” You quipped with a grin of your own as his fell. There were a few tense moments of silence between you both as you eyed each other up to see who’d pounce first before the sound of Bucky clearing his throat broke you both from the trance.
“Loki.” He greeted, offering his hand.
“Call me Taipan.” You answered, shaking it.
“That’s your name?” He asked.
Nodding, you smiled at him.
“Come on y/n, eat something.” Bucky called, gesturing to a sandwich he had made you.
“See you around Taipan.” Loki smirked before practically disappearing from his spot.
“What’s he, a magician?” You chuckled, picking up the sandwich from the plate and taking a bite of it.
“He’s Loki.” Bucky answered.
“So what’s the plan, when do we you know, kill Strucker?” You asked, continuing to eat the sandwich.
“It’s not that simple y/n.” He sighed.
“Not that simple? Why not?” You asked, furrowing your brows.
“He’s probably set up a whole network by now. Our job is to find out exactly who it is he’s working with and their plans. Once we’ve done that, we can breakdown everything he’s built.” Bucky explained, eating his own sandwich.
“We already know Struckers motives. What we need to do is find him and then kill him.” You countered.
“No y/n that’s now we’re doing this, we have to play this smart.” Bucky insisted.
“You can waste your time playing this smart but I’d much rather get my hands dirty.” You said, putting the rest of the sandwich on the plate.
“Look y/n we’re doing this my way or we’re not doing it.” Bucky stated.
“Your way? You think I can’t track down Strucker on my own?” You asked, slightly offended.
“If you could you would have known he was alive.”
“I thought he was DEAD!” You shouted.
“Fine, let’s say you do find him which I highly doubt you will, what then? What then huh? You wait for him to say a couple words and then you’re back to being his killing machine?” Bucky taunted.
“That’s not fair.” You spoke quieter, looking down.
“Look, it’s in both our best interests for us to work together. We ground each other okay.” He consoled, tilting your chin upwards “now finish your sandwich.”
“You.” You scoffed, lowering your weapon as your eyes met Bucky’s.
“Why am I not surprised?” He sighed, lowering his weapon too.
“Look, stay out of my way. I’m not here for you or any of yours.” You assured.
“You might not be here to kill me today but there’s always tomorrow.” He countered.
“You’re right James, you should stay vigilant.” You grinned darkly “now are you going to let me pass or am I going to have to bring your death prematurely?” You questioned nonchalantly, running your eyes over your nails.
“Y/n, you know I can’t let you go.” He said, shaking his head.
“I thought you’d say something stupid like that. You never fail to disappoint.” You answered unamused.
“Well you know me doll, ever the pleaser.” He smiled, opening his arms.
“Move.” You commanded.
“Can’t do that.”
“Move now or I really will kill you.” You said again.
“Not gonna happen.” He tutted.
“Moveee!” You shouted, pushing Bucky out of the way as your target raised an axe ready to hit him with it. You quickly disarmed him before swiping his legs, bringing him crashing to the floor. You got on top of him, tightly gripping his throat with one hand as you slapped him across the face with the other. “Naughty boy.” You scolded.
Bucky stood up, blinking the dizziness away that he felt after being pushed to the floor unexpectedly by you. Looking down at you, he saw you straddling a man on the floor as you strangled him.
“Y/n stop!” He ordered, pulling your arm to drag you off of him.
“James get off of me.” You shrugged him off, gripping the man below you’s throat with two hands now.
Bucky pulled you off of the man, pinning you to the ground.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done!” You screeched as your target quickly stood to his feet before trudging out of the room, holding his neck.
“I can’t knowingly let you kill people.” Bucky answered, knitting his brows.
“He was my target you dick and a very dangerous one. It’s taken me weeks to finally track him down and now I’ve lost him again.” You stressed.
“Tough.” Bucky stated, still pinning you to the floor.
“How did you even know I was here?” You asked, as Bucky eventually got off of you when he was certain the man had gotten far enough away from you.
“You’re not the only one who’s been tracking someone down.” He replied knowingly, helping you to stand.
“So you’re following me now, great.” You sighed, holding his arm as you stood up.
“I wouldn’t say following—” he began.
“Stalking.” You cut in.
“Keeping an eye on you.”
“Watching.”
“Weirdo.”
“I’m not a weirdo, I was curious to see what you’ve been up to since—.” He began to speak before pausing as if lost for words as he looked down at the ground.
“Before we destroyed HYDRA?” You finished for him.
“Yeah.”
“Bit of this bit of that.” You sniggered.
“But nothing meaningful, nothing you’re proud of.” He spoke, looking back up at you.
“I am very proud to have earned the name The Taipan unlike you, what is it they call you again? Bucky?” You chuckled.
“Seems I’m not the only one who’s been keeping tabs.” He quipped.
“You’re not special, I keep tabs on everyone I’ve had some sort of past with, especially those concerning HYDRA.” You answered causing Bucky to slightly wince at the mention of the awful organisation.
“I’ll take your word for it.” He winked, quickly recovering.
“Well it’s been nice talking but I’ve got a job to fulfil.”
“Unfortunately I cannot let you do that. The man that you just tried to kill is under the protection of SHIELD.”
“The good guys I am to assume? You do remember that he literally just tried to kill you.” You huffed.
“Well—that’s besides the point.” Bucky quickly answered.
“So where do we go from here then?”
“You follow me.” He suggested.
“And why would I do that?” You tittered.
“Because there’s one last person we missed.” He answered.
You inhaled sharply knowing what he was referring to, narrowing your gaze as you took a step closer to Bucky. Missed? Who could you both have possibly missed you thought, panic and anger rising through your body.
“Who?“ you demanded.
“Strucker.” Bucky answered lowly.
“Strucker?” You gasped, swallowing thickly “th—that can’t be possible. We torched that building, the whole lot. How can he have survived?” You rambled, anxiously running a hand through your hair.
“I don’t know. All I know is that he is alive, laying dormant but alive.” Bucky answered.
“And what have you and your new friends been doing about it? Sitting around? Pretending you’re a superhero when you’re nothing but a coward.” You seethed.
“You know just as well as I do that it’s not as simple as just taking Strucker out. If he’s alive then he’s not working alone. We have to divide and conquer. Now, I could do this by myself or you could join me.” He offered.
“I will not stop until that bastard is in hell.” You said through gritted teeth.
I really wanna make a Wandavision au Bucky x reader but I want your opinion
Ps to everyone who wants to know yes I am writing this I’m just trying to get most of it done before I actually post anything also I would love it if some of you could send in mood boards for the series because all of the ones I’ve been making I hate and anyone who dose want to be tagged I’ll be adding a section for the series in my Tagglist.
I kinda forgot about this, and I’m working on something similar for Wattpad
Running a fic idea past you all (after I finished uploading “Let’s Try for a Baby”).
The reader has been in HYDRA captive since she was very small (I’m thinking she was born there, maybe her mum was the captive before her, the mum dies during labour? It’s gonna be angsty).
Anyway, the reader has never known life outside of HYDRA, and what she doesn’t know is that she was asked to do all the research on the people they made Bucky kill. She of course knows of The Winter Soldier project, but she’s never met TWS, she’s not scared of him, she feels sorry for him.
It turns out that her cell is next to Bucky’s and one night she hears Bucky crying, so she speaks to him through the wall. They fall in love without actually meeting. But one day, HYDRA notices that Bucky and Y/N have fallen in love and when Y/N has had enough of being their “spy”, she refuses to do any research so one day, they bring out Y/N and she has to watch Bucky go through the brainwash movement?
Would anyone be interested in reading that? It might be a series.
A/N:Ya’ll I’m getting back! as alwaysFeedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount:3,141
Warnings:Angst, forced marriage, non con,Smut, dark themes, also a-lot of referring to the reader as a whore but thats because Hydrana is a bitch and full of assholes, theres a lot if I missed any thing tell me
James rode his horse back to the castle to have his men help him find Y/n, when he came upon the stable, he found the stable boy looking frightened. “What?” He asked with urgency.
“T-the queens horse came back without her.” The boy admitted, then James ran into the castle he found Steve.
“Send men out into the woods to find the queen, I’ll be there in a moment.” His voice was demanding and rough, he burst through the doors of the office that Wanda and Pietro, they both looked at him with furrowed brows. “You both want to prove why you should live come on, you’re going to show me where Hydranian’s took my wife, or at least try to find her.” His voice left no room for argument, he was rough and determined, and they knew what his words meant. Both twins followed the king out to the stables, Night and Snow followed behind.
The men had Y/ns hand tied together the leader pulled her along with them. “Hurry up you whore!”
She glared at him. “I can’t run as fast as a horse I know the words sound familiar, but they mean verry different things.” She said sarcastically.
“Oh, you think your funny?” He scoffed and then let out an animalistic growl then he huffed. “We’ve got to get a move on it.” He tells his men, then he glances at Y/n. “The bitch will ride with me.” He pulls Y/n by the ropes up onto the horse, she lets out a soft wiper as the rope tears though her soft skin. They rode off their horses going as fast as possible for an animal.
James and his men stood where the footprints stop, and horse prints start. James followed them going fast until he realized there’d be no point of following, they went too far, he rode back to the castle all the doors up until his desk slammed behind him, he urgently wrote his letter to Y/n’s brother, then he wrote another letter to the people in his king dome he respectively wrote for hours until he could make sure every person in the Kingdome knew what urgency the kingdom is in.
King Anthony
I write this letter in deep sorrow for your sister and my wife for today we were in the woods near our castle when Hydrana got to her and stole her away from me, she needs our help to find her. I’ve got Wanda and her here in the north both Hydranian’s and they promise to help find her with us. I know you’ll answer as soon as you get this letter.
- James
Dear loyal people of my kingdom
I write each and every word of each letter I send out to every part of the land with meaning full sorrow to all of you but due to lots of things winter solstice is not happening for our beloved queen has been taken when we went out to the woods today, we’ve looked and we’re still looking, I can’t stop what you decide you do with your family’s but there will be not royal tree in the middle of town you were in your kings situation so I ask all of you to understand that I do not wish to punish you all but that I wish to have you all understand.
-Your King James
Days later Y/n stood in the dark and dreadful throne room of the king and prince of Hydrana they stood side by side, Brock glared down upon Y/n, while his father smirked, he stepped down the steps from where the thrones were held to show his power, she kept her head up and looked him in the eye she showed no emotion, no fear, no sadness, no anger. “My spy and son told me about the ‘strong’ and ‘fearless’ queen of the North, but all I see in front of me is a whore.”
“What are you going to do kill me, toucher me? I’ll take it, you just entered war with the North and the South, and their allies, just by taking me.” Y/n’s voice didn’t waver nor take any emotion, but the words she spoke were a warning.
The king, Alexander, slapped the queen her head wiped to the right, a malicious smirk grew on his face his teeth showing. “Your funny talking out of turn, look were not going to kill you…” The king turned and looked to his son. “You will marry my son.”
Y/n’s own smirk grew. “Ahh but you see I’m already married and until my husband is dead or chooses of his own will to undo our marring that cannot happen.”
Alexander laughed it was cocky. “Cannot happen? You think you’re in the South or the North still, you’re in Hydrana and what I say go’s angst your will or not, the ceremony will happen in a week’s time at sunset, take her away to her chambers.” He said passively a woman approached her and led Y/n away, only then did her demeaner change from rock to scared.
James was in his office when the doors opened, and King Anthony marched in. “I find it ironic that as soon as I receive your letter, I get this.” He slammed a later on the desk.
James’s brows furrowed then picked up the letter, more like invitation.
Anthony of the South I wish you to accept this invitation for in a week’s time your sister and my son will marry in my kingdom and recommend that you do not try to stop this and if the king of the north try’s anything I’ll kill her in front of both of you including the young prince. - King Alexander of Hydrana
James crumpled the paper the castle had started feeling the exact way Y/n had explained it as ‘the castle fills colder than this snow that covers the floor beneath you and I’. “Why are you showing me this exactly? No matter what we do Y/n dies rather it be fast or little by little.”
“Because she is your wife, I think you should know she’s marrying another man a brutal and uncaring man.” The brother hissed.
“How do you know that I am not that?” James asked.
Tony looked the man up and down his beard was thicker and fuller than the last time he saw him, and his hair was longer, the king usually kept up with cutting his hair and shaving his beard he looked like a beast now. “I know you’re not that simply because you had my sister’s heart, at least for a little while, I also think you want to know because my sisters ‘wedding’ is tonight.”
“I don’t deserve her heart, but once we get her, she can go home with you, and our alliance will still stand simply because I love her.” James told the man.
Y/n stood looking out the small window of her chamber, here there was no snow, the sun felt hotter than in the south almost like fire and the walls of the castle felt cold, if it did snow here, it be ashes, and the cries of the people did not stop even at night. The lady they assigned to you walked in with the dress they called your wedding dress didn’t compare to your actual wedding dress in the North, the girl was covered in bruises, as she started to pull on the string of the corset. “What have they-”
“Don’t act as if you care about me.” The girl hissed at the woman.
Y/n looked sadden. “They abuse all of you all of the kingdom to the pout that you think royals don’t care about common people? I care about you and all of them, but I can’t help if I’m here.” The girl slid the dress over Y/n’s head.
Then she started doing up the back of that. “I cannot help, or they will kill me.”
“Your practically dead don’t you see your almost bone and your bruised.” Y/n almost cried.
“This is what life is like here.” The girl admitted. Looking down. Minutes before Y/n was supposed to be married, she hung her head over a bucket as everything in her stomach came up and out of her throat then the girl came in. “Thats not a nerve’s, how long?”
“I don’t know.”
Like promised as the sun was setting as Alexander walked Y/n down the aisle leading her to her fate that he pushed upon her, she looked up hoping she’d see James, but that sight would never be bestowed upon her again. Alexander made sure her hand gripped his sons.
“We the royal family of Hydrana welcome you all here this day to watch my son Pince Brock and Princess Y/n be married, before we start would either of you like to read vows?” The king asked.
“Yes father.” Brock said first. “Princess Y/n, with my words today comes a promise to bring the king of the north to you and you will watch as I kill him, as revenge for taking you from me.”
Y/n’s nostrils flared. “I have some things to say too your highness.” Y/n looked to Alexander he nodded. “And I Prince Brock with my words today come with a promise to you too, that my first borne will be of north blood, and that I will bring you to James and I will tare you limb from limb and feed you to my wolf.” She gritted out.
The king had a knight cover her mouth as the rest of the ceremony, as it went on. “Do you my son Prince Brock Rumlow Pierce of the kingdom of Hydrana take Princess Y/n Amara Stark of…?” The king turned to Y/n. “Where are you from now? North South dose it really matter?” The crowd of people laughed. “Any ways do you take this whore? To be your lawfully wedded wife to have, teach, and lead?”
“I Brock Rumlow Pierce of the kingdom of Hydrana take Princess Y/n Amara Stark whore of the North.” A smirk grew upon the man’s lips. “To be my lawfully wedded wife to have, teach, and lead.”
Alexander turned to Y/n. “And do you Princess Y/n Amara Stark whore of the North…and South take Prince Brock Rumlow Pierce of the kingdom of Hydrana, to have, honor, and obey.” He slid a gold ring over her finger.
The knight uncovered Y/n’s mouth; Y/n stayed silent. “Am I the whore supposed to speak because last I checked whores don’t get to be under the light of god especially during a marriage so I will ask am I allowed to speak?” The knight pulled a knife from his sheaf, and he held it to her throat. “Fine, I Princess Y/n Amara Stark Queen of the north and princess of the south have been forced to take Prince Brock Rumlow Pierce bastard of the kingdom of Hydrana and I guess since I’ve been taken against my will to marry this beast I have to have and honor. You can put the knife away.” Y/n didn’t notice a hooded figure at the back of the room.
“Say obey then I will.” The Kight whispered.
Y/n bit her tongue, she refused to say obey, even at her actual wedding, she’d never agree to that but now she wasn’t the only person she had to think about anymore. “I will agree with not obey but agree.” The knife was pushed deeper into her skin, blood started trickling. “Fine, Fine I Obey!” She yelled; she was handed a golden ring that she hurried to slide on the prince’s finger.
“Now the celebration commence!” Alexander cheered.
Y/n sat at the table not talking to anyone nore interacting all the men here un-like her actual wedding showed women off like they were objects. She stood and walked away from the table, she headed to a door along the side and left the large room. The door shut again behind her, and Brock showed up at her side. “Ready to finish our ceremony I see.”
Y/n glanced at him with un-amusement in her fetchers, but amusement was all that showed on Brock's face, he led you to your freight of the night. Brock pulled the string of Y/n dress letting it fall to her feet, the same happened to her corset he pulled her roughly to him she looked him the eye she could feel the swell of his angry groin in his pants. “Go on.” That was all he said to her, he led her hands to his belt, she slowly undid the thing then he had her pull down his pants her breaths slowed her vision blurred as he pushed her to her knees, as he forced himself down her throat, hot tears burned at the back of her eyes but she wouldn’t let them fall rough and fast is how he was taking her, then once he was done with his abuse on her mouth he took her cunt in the same manner.
James and Tony whet over attack after attack but all their ideas failed in the end, the door opened, and Steve walked in. “They forced her to say every word.”
“She didn’t.” Tony stood anger, filling him.
“Obey.” Steve nodded.
James looked at both. “Why is that word important?”
“In the south obey is a promise not just some word that you say, that’s why she didn’t say it at your wedding the moment a southerner say that word it’s us promising our life to do whatever they say.” Tony explained to the man.
“No, she does not she does not need to do whatever those bastards tell her.” James argues.
“Bucky.” Steve said seriously. “This isn’t us playing a cruel joke this is us telling you the truth the southerners have cures bestowed upon them that when they agree to obey to their husbands they have to.”
“So, men are just so lucky in the south that they don’t have to what the hell did the past kings or queens do to have this curse?” Bucky’s anger pulsed with every word these men told him what he felt were lies about his wife.
“It was our great-great grandmother the day before her wedding.” Tony explained.
The young woman had road a ship across the fast-moving waters from the kingdom of Eastrose her hair was a golden brown when she met her husband, she did not want to marry the man who acted like a beast, so she ran to a small cottage that was in the bright sun it looked like it was made of twigs and dirt she walked in and found a sleeping woman who had light red hair and it was covered in dirt and light flowers in her un tamed hair her piercing green eyes opened. “Leave!”
“No, un-do my curse of marrying the beast that is the king of this land.” She hissed.
The woman with red hair scoffed. “No, princess, your family and mine will have an importance to each other your great-great granddaughter will protect mine from death and so will her father, and her husband, and in returner she will break the curse of your family.”
The princess pulled a knife out from under her dress and held it to the woman’s throat. “Make it happen.”
The woman’s eyes turned red as she started muttering something repetitively. “Parere bellum nuntiatum ad como canetis, parere bellum nuntiatum ad como canetis, parere bellum nuntiatum ad como canetis.” Then she turned to look at the child. “Drop the knife.” She demanded the girl drop it. “Forget about this and go back to the kingdom you belong in and stay and tomorrow at the alter you will say obey, and as for the rest of your family’s women will carry the same curse.”
“Your grad mother turned to a witch and now Y/n is paying the prince.” Bucky said.
“The only way to undo the curse is if we find her defendant but my mother tried, and she couldn’t.” Tony explained.
“Wanda’s a witch wat if we ask if she could break the curse.” Steve spoke up.
Y/n tossed and turned whimpering the fire grew all over the lands not just the room she and James shared that’s when she felt the sting on her cheek, and she woke up. “What the hell are you doing?” Brock asked his voice filled with sleep. “You’re keeping me awake.”
“I-I have horrible nightmares about the future.” She admitted.
The man beside her rolled his eyes. “Go back to sleep now and stop tossing and turning.” It sounded passive too passive. Once Y/n was sure he was asleep she got out of bed and found a piece of paper she wrote on it.
My Beloved James
I write this letter in secret and in fear that if they find it I will be killed or worse here worse could mean so many different things I’m sure you know by now that they have married me to the prince, I want you to know that I have found out that I’m with child and it is yours my lady here is helping me make an escape and I will be home to you soon my love. -Y/n
James read the letter that a bird had somehow dropped on his window seal the tears burned in the back of his eyes knowing she was at least alive Snow lifted her head and looked at the king she walked up to the man wanting to sniff the letter when she did, she ran to the door. James pushed it open then the wolf ran up to Y/n’s office, but James didn’t understand the letter smelt nothing like his wife’s regular perfume James pushed the door open and the wolf started growling at Jasper like he’s a threat.
“This room has been made off limits.” James said his voice deep.
The other man scoffed. “So has the library, your chambers, the guardians, it seems that every room that Princess Y/n favorited is made off limits, gods get this thing.” He kicked Snow. “A way from me.”
“She was following the scent of something” James told him. “And it led us to you.” Night came in and started growling. “Who are you.”
“I think we both know now.” Jasper smirked, James turned to the door, and opened it. “You’d turned your back to your enemy?”
The captain of the guard walked in. “No, I bring pain to my enemy’s.” James told the man the nodded for Steve to take him away Steve grabbed the man and took him to the dungeon James followed as did the wolfs.
Summary:Y/n left the small town of Kithope, along with her Biker boyfriend James or otherwise known as Bucky, to go to college in California, to become a journalist, six years later she’s back.
A/n:New series, to be tagged go to tagglist link in my bio or just down below, or send an ask, message or comment on this.
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Wordcount:1,295
Warnings:Angst, Bucky mad at Y/n, Wanda mad at Y/n let me know if there is anything else
James watched for his office balcony as Y/n and Wanda walked the gardens of the castle that were covered in snow, The door of the office opened he turned to find Steve, a serious look on his face it made him look so much older than he was. “Our scouts stopped Hydrana on our west boarder.”
James glanced back at his wife then walked back into the office. “Did they catch any one?”
“One he’s a young soldier.” Steve replied.
James gave him a firm nod. “Alright have a scout bring him here and put him in the dungeon, don’t tell Y/n I don’t want her stressed right now.” Steve nodded and bowed leaving the office.
Later Y/n was heading to James’ office when Wanda walked up to her. “Y/n the scouts are bringing back a soldier from Hydrana.” The lady voice was hushed.
“How did I not know about this?” Y/n asked her, Wanda shrugged, Y/n walked up to the door’s Y/n pushed the door open finding her husband looking down at something on his desk. “Why didn’t I know about the soldier?” She asked, James jumped not expecting her.
“I don’t want you stressed.” His sapphire blue eyes looked down at her his hand curets her cheek.
“James, I don’t want a Hydranian upon us, there like snakes who slither their way through things and are greasy and slimy.” Y/n’s nose scrunched as she spoke, James laughed. “What's so funny.”
“Y/n, I love you but your so damn dramatic, he’s a man he’s not a snake and he is not going to slither men cannot do that.” James smirked at her. “And winter solstice is coming upon us soon and I want you to have fun, I don’t believe you celebrate this in the south.”
Y/n huffed. “Don’t change the topic and no we don’t we celebrate summer solstice, but it’s not a major holiday.”
“Winter solstice is our biggest holiday of the year and it’s your first I want you to enjoy it, do not worry about the soldier.” James told her.
Y/n, open the door about to walk out of the room, with James when they saw the long red hair and the dark red sweeping skirts of Wanda running away down the halls, Y/n followed her until Wanda stopped at her own room, Y/n knocked softly. “Hmm.” The sound was followed by a sniffle.
“Wanda what’s wrong?” Y/n asked.
Wanda whipped her eyes trying to make it look as though she was not crying, she opened the door. “Nothing is wrong your highness.”
Y/n tilted her head and her eye brows furrowed. “Wanda what is going on, you never refer to me as that.”
“I don’t know maybe it’s because I’m a slithering snake.” Wanda spat.
“What do you-” Y/n cut herself off. “That wasn’t pointed at you that was pointed at Hydraniann’s.”
“I am.” Wand huffed.
Y/n blinked a few times. “What?”
“Your father saved me when I was five and I became your lady.” Wanda sniffled. “Now if you please leave me.” Wanda shut the door in Y/n’s face.
Y/n walked back to her chambers where James waited for her. “What happened?” His voice piqued in curiosity.
“I hurt Wanda she heard what I said about Hydrana, and now she doesn’t want to talk to me.” Y/n swiped at a single tear from her cheek.
James stood seeing the hurt in Y/n’s eyes. “It’ll be alright she’ll forgive you, just give her space.”
Y/n huffed. “Alright.” She sighed.
Late in the night Wanda walked towards the room that the King and the Queen shared, she opened the door silently as she stepped thorough the threshold, she walked over to Y/n’s side. “Y/n.” She whispered; Y/n rolled over pushing her hair away from her face.
Her eye brows furrowed. “Wanda?” Y/n’s voice was filled with sleep.
“Come on, follow me.” Wanda told her, the red head help Y/n out of bed, they headed to the hall way.
“What are we doing?” Y/n asked.
“We’re going to see who this soldier is.” Wand explained as she put a simple black cloak over Y/n to hide her identity.
“What we can’t go down to the dungeons.” Y/n yawned.
Wanda arched a brow at Y/n. “Y/n you are like a sister to me, do this for me please.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and nodded, following Wanda, as they were walking, they passed Steve who was walking his rounds around the castle, Steve nodded to Wanda and arched a brow at the cloaked figure beside her. “Who’s that?” He asked.
“A new lady for the Queen, I’m taking her to the maid chambers, and I’m going to teach her tomorrow.” Wanda smiled.
“Alright.” Steve nodded continuing, Y/n let out a breath of relief, they continued walking.
Once they got down to the dungeons, it was colder a shiver went through their bodies it felt like it got 10 degrees colder than before, they saw a figure curled up in a ball. “Hello?” Wanda called out Y/n looked over and hit her shoulder, Wanda glared at her, the figure looked up.
“Who are you?” He asked he had a thick accent and light blond almost silver hair.
“Pete?” Wanda asked.
James rolled over his hand reaching out for the other body that should be there, when he could not find her, he opened his eyes, he rushed to get out of bed and ran to the door, Steve was just passing the chambers, Steve looked at his friend with furrowed brows. “Y/n’s missing.” Steves jaw clenched. “The prisoner must know something about this.” The both rushed down to the dungeon.
Wanda stepped closer to the sell. “Petro it’s me its Wanda your sister I-I thought you died.” She said as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Wanda?” He asked.
She smiled as tears started to roll down her cheeks, the load sound of the door being opened echoed through the room. “Wanda, we got to go.” Y/n whispered, then the sound of a throat being cleared echoed through the room, both women turned to look at the men.
James led Y/n to their chambers, as the king had instructed his captain to have a guard stand watch outside of Wand’s room, James pitched the bridge of nose. “What were you and Wanda, who we found out is a Hydranian hours ago, doing in the dungeon with a Hydranian soldier. What The Hell, How Do You Want To Gain My Trust!” His anger rose as he thought about it. Y/n in that moment had never felt more her age than ever, she felt like Tony or her father was lecturing her after she did something wrong, she shrunk into herself as tears welled in her eyes, she felt younger than she had ever, James’ brows furrowed, then he sighed realizing what he said. “You don’t have anything to prove to me you have my trust, I’m just angry.”
“I-we didn’t mean anything by its Wanda wanted to see if she possibly knew the soldier.” Y/n explained, her voice was shaky.
James huffed as he took a step closer to Y/n, he roughly kissed her, his hands holding her face. “I just don’t want to see you hurt.” His voice was intense.
She nodded her eyes looked far away. “Okay.”
“Let’s get to bed again.” His voice was quiet, Y/n silently got into the bed and rolled over looking over the edge James put out the candle and Y/n stared into the abyss.
A/N:I warned yall for this chapter, but anyways I hope you like it, and as alwaysFeedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount:2,263
Warnings:Angst, Brock, um Bucky and reader fighting, Smut,None con, tell me if I missed anything
James came into the chambers to find Y/n asleep on the bed, he sat on his side, he combed his fingers though her soft h/c colored hair, he let out a harsh sigh his crystal blue eyes shined with sadness, with just the visit of prince Brock tearing him and his wife apart, it was almost like they could physically feel the pulling away of both of them, it felt like how you would imagen paper feels like when it gets tone in half, a pit of sadness grew in his chest.
He got himself ready to bed but sleep was not kind to him that night and he was not granted its sweet relief so he stayed awake the whole night, his wife beside him thought reeling he could not be at dinner that night with Y/n and Brock, knowing he would only ruin the thin shred that was left of the peace treaty between Hydrana and the North and possibly the South.
The bright morning sun shone through the curtains of the balcony, Y/n rolled over facing the King, he looked at her as her e/c eyes opened. “James?”
“It’s alright.” He cupped her cheek.
She pulled away from him, not wanting to be touched because of her anger because of him being so distant from her. “No, why are you being like this, so distant from me you’ve built mountains between us and you expect me to be all right with you touching me, I’m mad why dose one person have to do with change anything between us.”
“Because you don’t understand how horrible the war was blood of thousands of men was shed and you expect me to be fine when that bastard comes into my kingdom-”
Y/n cut off the man. “Our kingdom, and I expect you my husband to act like an adult your older than me yet you’re acting as though you’re a child.”
“Y/n!” He roared like a lion. “I am the king-”
“I am your wife, the queen, and you aren’t being responsible you’re going to go be a king and you will talk to that prince because he will not show me respect, and I’m going to need you, we need to keep the peace we ask king and queen of the North, will show that we can keep peace and we will keep it.” Y/n spoke what she was thinking, she walked out of the room door slamming in anger as she left, she passed Steve who was station outside the door. “Tell him that I don’t want to speak to him until I get an apology.” She walked in the direction of the library. Lady Peggy walked past the angry queen and up to Steve.
“Is her highness alright?” She asked her lover.
Steve frowned. “She and King James are fighting.” He huffed.
Y/n spent the day cooped up in the library, reading books and hiding away from James, Wanda came in during the later hours of the morning. “Caption Steven said you’d be in here, you got to get dressed.” Y/n just shook her head at her friend
“Leave me.” Y/n said passively, Snow came running in jumping on to the sofa, lying next to her owner, Y/n combed her fingers through the soft fur, the wolf looked like it was scared then the black wolf that was owned by James came running in growling. “Even our wolfs knows something is wrong Wand, Night go.” She commanded; the wolf bared its teeth at Y/n then Snow stood on all fours protecting her owner, she bared her teeth and started to growl then she let out a rough deep bark to warn the other wolf. The door opened wider James stepped through the thresh hold, Y/n hid behind Snow.
“Night!” James’s voice was a deeper command towards his wolf who immediately backed off the wolf walked towards his owner; Snow still stood in an attack stance; Y/n just ignored her husband as he walked around grabbing books from different shelfs to help with research, he and Steve were doing on Hydrana. Wanda stood awkwardly in the middle of the standoff of sorts between the King and Queen. As the King was about to leave, he turned to the lady in waiting. “Tell the Queen that I’m not the one who needs to apologize.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the man, who was taking so many steps back from when they first met.
The day moved on slow James’s jaw had been clenched as whispers when around about the disrespect his wife got the night prior at dinner, and he warned her, he never said she needed to do a dinner for the asshole of a prince. That night James walked to his chambers yet again finding his wife, but this time she was awake, he got into his night wear he glanced at Y/n. “I heard what Brock did.” He broke the silence Y/n hummed uninterested not wanting to look nor speak to the man James walked up to the bed, and took the book that she was reading out of her hands. “What makes you think that I’m alright with you ignoring me, I’ve been kind, and all you’ve been doing is disrespecting your Ling and Husband.”
“I’ll stop when you learn how to respect me again.” She hissed at the man, Snow and Night sat on the fur carpet on the floor at the end of the bed when they both jumped up to defend their owners. “Snow Down.” Snow backed off; James gave a similar command to Night who did the same thing as Snow.
James walked up to his Queen. “You will respect me one way or another.” He flipped Y/n onto her stomach on the edge of the bed, she tried to flip herself around but James was too strong holding her down.
“Get off of me James I’m serious.” Her voice was deep and commanding trying to get James away from her, James pulled his cock out, and inched into Y/n’s cunt she held back her tears refusing to be the one who loses this fight of power, James’ right hand held her hands together and kept her pinned down onto the bed, his left hand came to in front and wrapped around her taught he fucked her fast and without care, even as the door opened behind them Steve walked in James turned his head towards the captain. “What?” James hissed.
“Um well I-I just wanted to tell you that Sitwell wanted to speak with you.” Steve said averting his eyes from the two of them, he was trying to not listen to the cries coming from the queen.
“Tell him I’ll speak with him tomorrow.” James told the Captain, Steve left hurriedly.
Y/n’s whole body was filled with embarrassment hot with humiliation, after one of the many people who needed to respect her, found her bet over the edge of the bed being fucked by her husband, hot tears released from in her eyes, her breathing sped up with what she could tell was anger or anxiousness. Once James pulled out of her, she covered herself in one of the fur blankets, Snow stood, Y/n looked at James in disappointment. “Good to know your just like Brock.” She briskly walked out of the chambers, as she walked tears fell from her eyes Snow followed her as she walked to the library, she curled up and fell asleep on the couch.
Throughout the night James’s anger grew, the fact that Y/n could even compare him to a man like Brock. The next morning James went to his office, where his royal advisor waited for him. “Your highness.” The man bowed.
“Sitwell this better not make my morning any worse than it already is.” James hissed.
Jasper sighed. “I wish, but this is about the Queen.” James’s browse furrowed why would his royal advisor have anything to say about Y/n. “Um well as you know the walls talk, and I’ve heard that the Queen has been showing a lot more disrespect, and it’s not looking to good.” “That is nonsense.” James scoffed.
“If you don’t mind my advising but to be honest your majesty it makes you look week.” Jasper almost flinched as his words came out. “I would also suggest to actually, be at a dinner with your guest we wouldn’t want to have a misunderstanding.”
James huffed. “Leave me.”
Jasper did as his king wished but as the man left, he smirked to himself the seed of poison had been planted and now it was time to watch it grow and become wiled. Once Y/n was sure James would not be in their chambers, she headed back to them but not without bumping into one of the last people she wants to see, Brock. “Shouldn’t a little doe as yourself need someone to accompany her on her walk.”
Her irritation grew, calling her a weak animal such as a deer only made her angrier. “No, and I suggest you learn some respect before I cut out your tongue myself.” She brushed past him.
Wanda had gotten Y/n dressed to go riding for the morning as the Queen requested, she wore dark leather shirt and pants, along with a white under shirt, and lastly a black fur cloak. Y/n and Wanda, road on their horses, Y/n’s being a large black mare named moon, and Wandas being a tan and black spotted mare named Rose. They road in silence, but eventually Wanda spoke up. “What’s been going on with you and the king?”
“I would rather cut out my own eyes than speak of him right now.” Y/n said and Wanda could see the underlying truth of it.
“Graphic, what did he do?” The read head pushed, Y/n just huffed and urged her horse to go faster and deeper into the woods, both women road for hours, the snow falling harder than usual, but they did not mind, they road back towards the castle when they saw a large brown horse, and a man mounted upon it road toward them, Y/n knew it was not James he had an all-white horse so who was this man, his horse was fast as it galloped and as he came into view it was Brock, Y/n rolled her eyes.
“Your grace it seems that the king has been looking for you.” The man said to the Queen.
“For what reason is he looking for me Prince Brock.” She spat out at him.
Brock looked Wanda up and down then licked his lips. “For you to join us at dinner.” Y/n road Moon towards the castle as Brock followed once the three were off their horses Brock gave Y/n a look of almost disgust. “You’re wearing pants.”
“Aye I’m glad you noticed.” She said marching in.
Then Brock walked up to be next to Y/n. “Women should not wear pants.
“When did I ask for your opinion.” She snapped.
Brock looked between the two women. “Oh, I see why you’re so hostile, well Queen Y/n it’s usually the kings with whores but you and this chamber made seem to be closed, I assume you wouldn’t mind if I took her for a ride after dinner.” Wanda shied away at the words Brock was saying.
“Do not speak about my friend in such away I will have you killed if you try anything.” Y/n snapped the dinner was going to be a long one and she was not excited.
Wanda and The Queen walked back to Y/n’s chambers. “Thank you.” It was so quiet Y/n almost did not hear it.
Y/n turned to look at her friend. “Wand you don’t need to thank me, He was wrong and he needs to know his place.” Y/n’s eyes were soft as she said it to her friend, once they entered the chambers Wanda dressed Y/n in a maroon dress. After being dressed Y/n headed to the dinner hall. She found James at the head and Brock down once seat to the left, Y/n headed to the table and sat as far away from the men she sat at the end closes to the door, she could tell James was already drunk she rolled her eyes not in the mood to deal with him. She stayed silent for the meal and picked at her food in front of her when James cleared his through calling for her attention, she looked up e/c meeting bule. “Hmm.” Irritation rolled off from the single sound, the fire place crackling in the back ground.
“I heard that you snapped at our guest here.” He slurred out.
Y/n scoffed. “Was telling him how to be a basic human being and trying to teach him so basic respect.”
Brock laughed at Y/n. “Excuses.”
“If all you two want to do is patronize me as if I’m a child, then I’ll take my leave.” She stood up to leave.
“Sit.” James’s voice was similar to the one he had the night before.
“I’m not some bitch you can tell what to do and for you to use.” She walked towards the door, leaving the room, she found Wanda on her way out of the room. “Follow me.” Y/n said her voice quietly.
summary: When a hydra agent finds a way to hack into FRIDAY’s system to trigger Bucky into the winter soldier, he nearly kills you. In the aftermath, he can’t begin to find a way to forgive himself. Not without your help.
pairing: bucky x reader
word count: 7,022
warnings: wintersoldier!bucky, self-hating!bucky, physical fights, lots of comfort and soft!bucky
author’s note: So this is my first time writing for bucky and naturally I go for the angst/comfort fic bc thats where my twisted soul is happiest. I’d love to hear what you thought if you read it!
Your back slammed heavy against the floor of the ring. It was the third time in as many minutes that you’d been thrown off your feet. You huffed the hair from your eyes, pursing your lips in a frown as you stared up at the man responsible for the current ache pulsing through your shoulders. Bucky shook his head, chuckling as dark hair swayed over his eyes.
“You’re getting soft, doll.”
“It’s an off day,” you grumbled. “You try sparring with a super solider the day after getting back from a month-long mission in Guatemala.”
“Excuses, excuses.”
Bucky turned his back to you as he reached for the water bottle sitting on the edge of the ring. His first mistake. You flipped onto your stomach, crawling along the mat until he stood close enough for you to swing your leg hard against the back of his knees, sending him tumbling to the floor. He let out a grunt at the impact. Hands grappled at his wrists, pushing them out to his sides and against the mat as your left leg swung over his waist to straddle him down.
He pushed up against you, but you dug your right knee into his hip bone and forced his arms back down. Bucky groaned, letting his head fall against the mat as he rolled his eyes.
“Wanna call me soft again, sweetheart?”
A bead of sweat dripped off the end of the baby hairs framing your face and fell against the floor next to Bucky’s head. He didn’t flinch, not even to tug at his wrists you kept bound against the mat. He could have escaped you easier than you’d admit with the strength of the serum running through his veins, but he stayed down. You raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious that he hadn’t tossed you off yet. A grin pulled at his lips, his eyes narrowing as they trailed over your face and down to where you sat against his waist.
“Not sure yet,” he said through a heavy breath. “Kinda like where it got me.”
Summary: You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Angst, Language, Cannon level violence, Injury
a/n: This is based on an anon request and also my submission for @multi-stann‘s 1k writing event! I used the prompt “I can’t get the image out of my head.” Congrats on 1k, Mickey!! :)
“Y/N, status update.” Steve’s voice was choppy as it relayed through your comm.
You couldn’t answer him, not without giving away your position. The large wooden crates in front of you hid your body well, but they didn’t mask sound. If you were to breathe the wrong way, the ex-hydra agents a few feet ahead would book it with the intel.
“Y/N, status.” He was firmer this time; he sounded more panicked.
You felt bad for worrying him. Steve had always looked out for you ever since you joined the team. He told you one night over pain meds and tears that you were like a sister to him; like part of his family. The feeling was definitely mutual.
“Are you engaged in combat?”
You let out a steady breath and pushed the mic on your comm twice, the signal you two agreed upon. At least he would know you weren’t dead.
“Okay, no combat. Are you injured?” Another two taps to your comm and he was speaking again. “Do you have eyes on the target?” One tap this time.
He sent a quick ‘affirmative’ over the static and the line went dead. You gripped the gun in your palm a little tighter. Steve knew your situation, but he had no idea of your whereabouts. This was a six story building with countless empty conference rooms; the likelihood of him finding you before the three men surrounding the computer turned around were slim.
You knew you were better than this. Before the accident, you would have had those men on the ground crying two seconds after you walked into the room. But you weren’t the same agent you were six months ago—you weren’t the same person either. Maybe that’s why Steve had checked in with you so many times since you split up to cover more ground.
The sun hadn’t even come out when you left the tower earlier. Now it was high and burning the skin on your face, forcing you to squint your eyes and shield them with your hand.
As you got back to the Tower’s surroundings, you slowed down the frenetic rhythm of your running and the twitch in the pit your stomach made a reappearance. Not surprising at all, you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep the night before. How could you, when your mind insisted on replaying that heart-wrenching scene? When the foolish part of yourself still hoped that he would at least try to go back to your bedroom and explain that it was all some kind of misunderstanding? But of course it never happened and the door remained locked.
Genre:Fluff Words:2,026 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, you’re gonna squeal i can’t wait Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
The following couple of days had become a routine. Bucky would cater to your every want and need, making you food that you could keep down, scratching your arms or back to calm you, helping you bathe, and just talking about nothing and everything. The two of you had really gotten to know each other better than he ever thought you could in the small amount of time you had together, and you still had over a week to spend with him before his fiancée came home.
His fiancée. Bucky had barely even thought of her since the crash. She had been constantly texting and calling him, no doubt wondering why he wasn’t in contact with her while she was away, but he couldn’t bring himself to even send her a simple text. He knew she was probably worried, but he felt a surge of guilt in the pit of his stomach whenever he just saw her name flash across his cell phone screen. He knew he wasn’t in a relationship with you, but the draw he felt toward you was undeniable, and he felt he would be betraying that loyalty he felt by acknowledging his planned marriage with this other woman.
He needed to eventually, though, whether it be to confirm his relationship with Samantha or to end it altogether. Something needed to be done, but he couldn’t break off years of friendship and love over the phone. She needed to come home first, and then, once he saw her in person and looked into her blue eyes, if he felt like it would be best to let her go, he would.
In the meantime, however, all of his focus was on you. On the way you gently curled into the sheets of his bed, careful of the incision on your side. On the way you giggled at his playful jokes and groaned at the mention of the time left until you could take your next painkiller. On the way your hair was tangled beyond belief from moving your head against the pillow so much. On the way your stressed body was still so antsy to get out of bed that he almost wanted to force you back down every time you sat up in fear that you would hurt yourself.
It was passed time for you to start walking by yourself though. The routine of it all was supposed to help, and getting back to normal right away was of upmost important when it came to your injuries. Bucky had been trying to prolong it as long as possible though, because he didn’t want to see you in more pain than you were already in.
It’s back omg it’s back and I’m dying bc I love it too much. I almost forgot how this story makes my heart hurt. But that painful twang was there to remind me. Just absolute excellence
Type:Fluff with some angst at the end but it’s okay.
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Bucky’s cold toes brushed up along your legs and you stirred, sleepily kicking him away as a chuckle rumbled behind you. “Baby, wake up,” Bucky whispered, and you groaned, burrowing further into your pillow when his nose began to trail along your neck. “Sweetheart.” He continued, trailing kisses along the skin of your neck up to behind your ear and further to your temple. “My love, my life.” The scruff of his two-day beard scraped along your cheek as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “My beautiful wife.”
With heartbroken whine, you turned over in his arms, trailing your hands across his torso to pinch his side. “What is it?”
“Ow—woman,” he exclaimed, but pulled you closer to him so your head rested against his chest, “Let’s go for a drive.”
“What?!” you said, frowning as you sat up enough to look him in the eyes. He couldn’t have been serious. “You’re joking? Hon, it’s like…three in the morning,” you said after a glance to the clock on the nightstand.
“Let’s go get ice cream from that shop—what was it? Jerry’s or something?” He said with a growing smile. It was still sleep worn and quirked at the edges just a bit, but he was as awake as he could be, begging you with the softness of his easy eyes. “Please, baby?” he topped on, and it was the cherry on top of his already ridiculously cute features.
You groaned, flopping your head down on his shoulder and he chuckled, tilting his head to press a kiss to your cheek and you caved. “I’m getting two scoops and you owe me waffles in the morning, and not just plain waffles. I want it with all the fillings and such.”
Bucky smiled, already sitting up and taking you with him, “Deal.”
You begrudgingly slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants and a tank top while Bucky seemed to finish in a snap. By the time you met him at the door though, you were awake enough to actually be a little thrilled at the three-a.m. date Bucky was pulling. He grabbed his keys and led you to his car where you hopped in quickly to escape the ice-cold temperatures outside. Bucky clicked on the engine, and you grasped his hands in your frozen ones, taking in what heat he had to offer, and he laughed.
“Gonna do me in with those icy fingers,” he teased, but he held your hand, bringing them to his lips to blow some hot air on them as the car heated up.
“Gonna do me in with those frozen toes of yours every night,” you said, leaning halfway over the middle console towards his radiating body heat.
“Doesn’t stop you from cuddling with me.”
“It’s winter, and for everything but your toes, you are furnace,” you said, a smile quirking on your lips as he gasped playfully.
“So I’m just a heater to you?”
“Yes, I married you specificallyso that I could have something warm to snuggle with at night.”
“I’m hurt,” he said, tossing you a soft smile, “Truly hon. I thought we were so much more than that.”
“Aw,baby, it’s okay. I married you for your charming looks too.”
“So a heater and eye candy,” he said, increasing his dramatics as a laugh bubbled up his throat. “Damn, I’m really just around for your convenience.”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “I love you.”
His thumb began brushing circles into the back of your hand as he drove, smiling in the light of the headlights passing by. “I love you.”
Easy silence settled in the car till Bucky pulled into the ice cream parking lot, and you both hopped out of the car. Bucky ran up behind you and opened his jacket, swallowing you whole as you both awkwardly shuffle-ran to the shop with him pressed against your back and arms twisted along your front. The attendant at the counter smothered a smile as you stepped inside. You laughed as Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling against you as he refused to let you go as you walked to the counter.
“You’recold,” he insisted, wrapping his arms snug around you when you tried to escape. Arriving at the counter, you both ordered and paid, settling down at one of the booths. You licked at your two-scoopedcone as Bucky spooned at his sundae.
“So, what inspired this sudden escapade?” You asked, elbowing him in the side, “Dream of ice cream monsters and felt like taking revenge?”
Bucky shook his head, chuckling, “Just missed my wife.”
“Iwas in bed next to you,” you tease, but you nodded anyway.
“Yeah, well…I haven’t been able to do much with you lately,” he admitted quietly, “Our schedules have been out of whack, and we haven’t gone on an actual date in over…what? Two months now?”
You frowned a bit, licking your ice cream. “It hasbeen a while.”
Bucky nodded. “I know it’s early, I just thought it’d—”
“It’s nice, Buck,” you say before he can continue and he smiled, scrunching his nose so the corners of his eyes creased. You puckered your lips, and he laughed, leaning over to kiss you. His lips left the lingering taste of vanilla and strawberry as he pulled back. Sighing softly, he lifted his arm and tucked you in close. The night grew colder as you both finished your ice cream, and the run back to the car felt immensely colder with the ice in your bellies as well as on the roads.
Bucky yelped as your frozen fingers found his neck once the car doors closed. “Damn it—” he shouted, craning his neck to try to avoid your fingers but he only made the situation worse. You chuckled softly as you pulled away.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry,” he mocked, unbuckling his seat belt and tossing himself over the center console, “I’ll show you sorry.”
You squealed, falling back as Bucky pulled the seat lever and laid you both back. His metal hand found its way under your shirt and onto your belly, effectively freezing you as you squirmed. His barrage of kisses along your neck were interrupted by his laughter as you fought to push him away.
“Bucky—oh my goshhiittt,” you shouted, laughing as you wiggled around trying to escape his frozen hands. He paused, sitting up and looked down at you with so much love you couldn’t breathe for a second. He still had you wrapped around his finger even now. His smile was illuminated by headlights, and you only noticed too late that the car horn was getting closer. Your panicked scream hollowed out Bucky’s eyes but not as much as when the car roof caved in, and glass shattered across the two of you.
Bucky fell on you as the metal screeched and your whole body froze when Bucky let out a scream bitter and pained. It echoed in your bones as the lights went out.
The lights burned your eyes as you rolled through a hallway. They rolled you into some room and you couldn’t think straight, but when your head flopped to the side, you knew more pain in that moment than you had in your life. Bucky was rolled up next to you, but he was mangled. His face was bloody and torn, his arm looked crushed and god,his legs. A neck brace was secured around him along with straps to keep his spine in place, but what made you scream was the compressions they were pushing into his chest. They were pumping oxygen into his lungs with a bag, and damn you felt like you could hear every cracked rip when they pressed into his heart. The constant, unwavering scream from the heart monitor ripped your voice free and tore at your lungs.
Come back.
The doctors scrambled to stop you as you sat up, shoving them away as you tried to stand, falling halfway to Bucky. Only then did you notice your legs were broken. Doctors pulled back at your arms while you pushed forward to Bucky, grasping at his hand that had fallen off the side of the bed. His wedding band cold on your fingers. Come back.
“Bucky—” you screamed, and the world was black. Your throat was raw and was swollen with the knot that pressed the tears continuously down your cheeks. They landed in the soft blankets beneath you as the door to the room burst open. You choked, sobs breaking your chest as warm hands grasped your face.
“Honey, baby, it’s alright—” he whispered softly, familiarly deep, and gruff voice, raspy with sleep. Your tears blurred your vision, but you knew the voice. You knew it with every fiber of your being and the cold brush of his wedding ring on your cheek made you sob. You quickly sat up and pressed your lips to Bucky’s, the kiss breaking with another cry. Your hands ran along his face and down his chest, searching for every injury you were sure was there not two minutes ago.
Bucky wiped away the continuous streaks of tears as you grasped at him, pulling him closer. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it was a dream. It was a dream.”
