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“I’m not going to fight you y/n; you can fight this!”
“Personally; I like the disease. Sentiment has always been and will ultimately be your downfall Captain”
“Then I’ll fall, as long as I have you with me till my last breath”
“What the hell y/n?!”
“Ok, so yeah, I’m kind of an angel…”
“Yeah, kind of got that!”
“Well, would you have rather me let him die Dean?”
“(Y/n), look, I’m sorry-”
“No, shut up and listen to me for one minute! If you want to go out and take on an unnecessary suicide mission, by all means, go right ahead. You need to remember it’s not just your life you’re ending here, though! It’s mine too, because if you die Tony… I don’t know how I’d go on”
“And every road leads back to you”
“Cas, cut the shit”
“Eggs are so delicate and fragile; much like how my father built you humans”
“Ok, I get the point; you’re angry with me and have decided to take our your pent up rage on the poor, defenseless egg; if you had really wanted the last poptart though, you really should have hid it better!”
“Dude, I told you not to piss her off”
“How is this my fault?!”
“You’re the one that decided to make fun of how she hunts, Dean!”
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Bucky blinked a couple of times in the darkness. What time was it, even? He should be sleeping, the team needed to be up and moving again in the morning but he couldn’t shake the cold that had settled in his bones long enough to relax.
Bucky looked out the windowpane, and watched the snowflakes take their dance in the wintry air, pure water made all the more beautiful by the crystalline form. It was a pleasant view to watch at first, but when he turned his gaze up his stomach dropped. Snow clouds, silver and black, in a multitude of precious-metal hues, adorned the sky as if they were longing to kiss the land. His face turned pale in shock as lightning recharged his soul while the thunder resonated so deep in his bones.
Pulling away from the window, Bucky acknowledged how scared he was. It was then when those bad memories cut loose their chains and invaded his confidence, eroding the person he has built since those dark days.
He tried to mask his emotions, shut them down. Nevertheless, they troubled him more than he ever imagined now that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.
Nervously, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it. Breathing shallowly, he swung his head upon a familiar voice calling out his name.
“You can’t let those nightmares hunt you down forever, Buck,” you said as you stepped into the view, glass in hand.
“They aren’t nightmares,” he said, gulping a lump down his throat. As you sat down next to him, ready to listen, he looked at you and continued, “Can’t you see? That’s what I am, chaos in every aspect.”
With a sympathetic look, you shook your head and caressed his cheek. “No. That thing out there is anything but you, Buck. You have to let those dark days go.”
“Y/N, you clearly don’t see the-”
“Do you want to know what I see?” you cut him off, trying to catch his sight. “I see a man, a righteous one. One who’s loyal to his principles and friends, and would never do harm to anyone,” you whispered, leaning towards him. “That’s who you really are, Buck.”
Bucky was stiff and closed off on his seat, quite taken aback by your words. However, at the mere touch of your skin, he closed your eyes and let you nestle into his arms. He plopped his head down on your shoulder and snuggled in with a soft sigh, his lips curling upwards.
“Thank you,” he whispered voice barely audible.
“Anytime.”
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You heard the news from Natasha. The mission had gone terribly wrong. Your boyfriend had taken a massive hit for a civilian, covering their body when the building the team had been taking down self-destructed. However, he had a lot more strength inside him than the rest of the team thought. You knew that like no one better.
Standing next to Natasha, you waited for the team to arrive. As your lips quivered in sharp fear, she offered you a hand so you could hold yourself.
In a matter of minutes, Natasha gave Clint permission to land in the Compound’s hanger via comms, wheels kissing the cement with a small and joyous bounce.The breeze moved freely from front to back and the light cascaded from windows onto the planes as softly as forest sun onto trees. In short, there was no stuffiness and no odor save a tincture of kerosene.
Your heart dropped when the team stepped off the aircraft, being Bucky the last one. Smiling, from ear to ear, you started getting tears in your eyes as you both started running towards each other. You both embraced each other into a warm hug as tears ran down both of your faces
You had never felt like this before.
You pressed your forehead against his as both of you breathed in sync, and perhaps it was because you were meant to be together. As he held you in your arms, tears streamed down your face, body shuddered with the effort it took to rack each sob. You both tightened your grips, his fingers digging into your back as if someone would take you away from him.
His words finally reached out to you, “I missed you. Let’s not do that again.“
You didn’t answer, aware of what he was asking. His hands brushed your hair, traced down to your cheek, along your jaw, but then he plopped it back down to his side.
"Y/N, do you hear me?” he asked.
“I hear you,” you finally said. “…But the Avengers is your family and your job. The only thing that keeps you grounded, Buck. I need you here. Everyone needs here. Even if means I’ll cry over and over again.”
Bucky pulled away and slid his hands down to your waist and positioned himself to look you in the eyes. “Are you sure?” he raised an eyebrow, however, you responded with a nod.
“I guess this is home now”, you shrugged.
“You know they’re gonna use things you love against you.“ A sentence Dean ignored the second he fell for you, but the sentence he’d remember everyday now that you were gone.
DON’T MIND ME JUST WEEPING OVER MY KEYBOARD ABOUT HOW FUCKING KIND YOU ARE @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
I’M FINE. EVERYTHING IS FINE.
you’re a gem. my heart has exploded. #dead thank you so fucking much!
(In response to Quartet, my Crowley x Reader fic)
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