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Are We There Yet? (Steve/Sam/Bucky x Reader)

Not a request but based off of this post 

@pleasecallmecaptain ;)

word count: 2058

warnings: cursing

“No.”

“(Y/N), you didn’t even give me a chance to ask my question!” the man trailed behind you, flailing his arms behind you exasperatedly. You knew exactly what he wanted to ask and there was no way in hell you’d sit down and agree with him. “Just give me a chance, (Y/N)?”

“No.”

“But-”

“Steve, I swear to God,” you hissed, walking past him to avoid his gaze as you struggled to continue what you were doing before your friend stepped into the room. Pacing from left to right, you could barely even remember what you were doing as your mind was clouded with stress and guilt when Steve threw you the look you tried so hard to avoid receiving. “Steve…” your voice trailed off, squinting your eyes threateningly at him. Your efforts barely did anything as his eyes screamed disappointment at you. A loud, obvious sigh escaped your lips as you threw your arms up in the air. “Fine. Ask me.”

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You’re Distracting Me

Request: “We’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing? What are you- HOE DON’T DO IT!” *Takes hit meant for other person*” “Oh my god.” With Bucky please”

Warning(s): Swearing, fighting, mentions of injury

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long. I haven’t gotten around to writing. Anyway, I hope you like this and enjoy!

You could hear gunshots as you fought hand to hand with the man in front of you. You were on a mission and had been compromised. You got in a good blow to the man’s head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You hear Steve question through the com in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You say, quickly giving your surroundings a once over before you spot a sniper on top of the building aiming for Bucky. “But he’s not!” You say, beginning to sprint towards the sniper, but then you realized you wouldn’t make it in time.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Steve asks frantically. You can hear more fighting through your com. You don’t answer and turn and sprint towards Bucky instead of the sniper.

Bucky catches sight of you as the guy he had just knocked unconscious fell to the ground. Not sensing any immediate danger and realizing you’re running towards him, he yells to you, “Y/N, we’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing?” That’s when he finally seems to notice the sniper that is not very well hidden on top of the building aiming the gun. “DON’T DO IT!” He screams at you.

“I’m saving your life, Asshole. Shut up.” You murmur as you finally make it to Bucky just in time for the bullet meant for him enters your flesh.

“Oh, my God!” Bucky exclaims after he has returned fire to the sniper, hitting him in the head and killing him. He kneels down, pulling you into his arms.

“Steve, I hope you got what we need because we need to get Y/N out of here.” He looks down at you in his arms and at the area on your torso that you’re holding tightly to slow the bleeding.

“Get her to the quinjet. We’ll catch up.” Steve says, and that’s all Bucky needs to get going.

Running as fast as he can, he makes it to the quinjet in record time. He frantically looks around for anything to help slow the bleeding, or to possibly patch you up in some way.

“Y/N, why do you have to be heroic all the time?” He asks, sounding frustrated. He takes some fabric he found and presses it against your wound.

“Why do you need saving all the time, Princess?” You ask sarcastically.

“Why do you have to be sarcastic all the time? I’m trying to save your life!”

“That’s all I was doing for you, Asshole.”

“But why did you have to do that? I could’ve handled it and then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Because I love you, Dumbass!”

Bucky’s movements stop. “What?”

“I’m not saying it again, old man. Get your ears checked.”

“You can finish proclaiming your love for one another later. We have to get Y/N back to base.” Steve says, quickly rushing into the pilot’s seat to get you guys in the air and on your way.

Bucky looks down at you with a small smile, “Don’t die on me now, Doll. I love you, too, and since this is a mutual feeling, I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“I might say yes if you’d shut up. My bullet wound hurts like hell right now and you’re distracting me and it’s annoying.”

“You’re always such the lady.”

“Again, shut up.”

“As you wish, Doll.”

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A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.

New Interview: #HayleyAtwell at Baltimore Comic Con 2016

ABC2: Were you a comic book fan growing up?

Atwell: I had no idea what a comic book was until I was in late teens, and that was kind of helpful because it meant that I hadn’t put any added pressure on myself to try and live up to something. There wasn’t much about Peggy Carter that we discovered in the comics that I couldn’t create myself, and I felt that that was easier than having to live up to something that was so loved. You’re immediately at such a higher place to fall from if the world already has a preconception of what your character should be.

ABC2: There’s a group currently petitioning to have Agent Carter revived on ABC. How does it feel having such a strong fan base committed to your work?

Atwell: I set out to do work that I enjoy and that interests me, and then having a group of people who support that—even when you’re going in a different direction—they’re still saying, come join this body again. That’s really lovely. To think that Peggy’s taken off with people and that she’s someone lots of people relate to or want to see more of. I’m definitely a part of that gang.

ABC2: What does it mean for you to participate in comic book gatherings, and see your fans face-to-face?

Atwell: These conventions give me an opportunity to actually interact with the fans and see who’s been staring at me from the comfort of their own homes for so many years. Just to be able to hear the impact that the character and the show had in their lives, it’s really humbling and very moving. Especially young girls and boys who see Peggy as a force for good, and that inspires them. A lot of people have quotes of “I know my value, anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter,” that’s become her catchphrase, and seeing people with tattoos or pieces of jewelry with it engraved extends it far beyond just me as an actor turning up to do my job every day. This is a very humbling wake up to realizing that some people have really taken her into her hearts, and that’s a wonderful thing.

ABC2: What are you most looking forward to at Baltimore Comic-Con?

Atwell: I’d love to see some people dressed as Peggy Carter. There have been some men in the past at conventions dressed as Peggy Carter, and I’ve been very jealous because they look better in a skirt than I do. To see that she still lives in other people’s worlds, it makes me have hope that she might come back some day.

ABC2: Do you have a dream superpower?

Atwell: Yes. The ability to eat what I want without consequence.

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It’s Quiet Uptown - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1893 (Wowza) Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: death, angst Requested by anon A/n: This is a song fic based off of It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton. Check out the song here! It’s a longer fic than I usually write, so yeah. Also, a few female pronouns were used.

You would like it uptown, it’s quiet uptown. 

You trusted your husband. Some days it was a great thing, but some- not so much.

You trusted Bucky to watch your thirteen year old son and have some fun, while you worked with Tony and Bruce on a project they’ve been wanting your help on. You weren’t really sure why they wanted your help, but apparently you’re able to help them crack the code.

You considered leaving your son with Bucky with Uncle Steve watching over his shoulder, but it just so happened that Steve was sent on an emergency mission- so you had to let Bucky watch him alone.

It’s been hard to have Bucky in your son’s life. After falling in love, getting pregnant, losing Bucky again, and finding out he’s not actually dead only to get married again a year later- it’s been a roller coaster of emotions, and you weren’t sure your son would understand what was going on.

You figured it was probably time to let them have some time together, but you couldn’t stop working- so you left them alone.

Czytaj dalej

Happy Birthday to our space princess on what would’ve been her 62nd birthday. We miss and love you so much Carrie Frances Fisher.

Your Highness

 A/N: So I haven’t written an imagine in so long, so I hope this does justice to the request! Haha feel free to continue sending in drabble prompts or imagine requests because I’m willing to do both! I liked this request a lot!ALSO, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEE CIVIL WAR, THIS CONTAINS POTENTIAL SPOILERS SO PLEASE PLEASE DON’T READ THIS UNLESS YOU’VE SEEN CIVIL WAR OR YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS!! Okay, now that I’ve said that, please enjoy!

Prompt: Anonymous asked: could you write one with bucky x reader, where Bucky comes out of cryo after a few months & he’s kind of getting better then he meets the reader in wakanda because she’s assisting King T’Challa to decorate his palace or something. super fluffy please

You walked down the long hallway, adjusting your skirt. You were in charge of keeping the palace tidy, well-decorated, and up to King T’Challa’s standards. It was a job that ran in your family and you were happy to continue the tradition. When you were younger, your parents had allowed you to run through the long halls of the palace and even play with T’Challa when he was only a child. To say you were close with the King was a bit of an understatement. The two of you were best friends and you had been there for him when his father was killed, like he had been there for you when your parents died protecting his family.

“Excuse me, Your Highness,” a timid voice spoke from behind you. You turned, looking for the King. When you didn’t see him, you looked for the source of the voice. Your eyes landed on none other than Bucky Barnes. He looked nervous and cautious, but also weak. His left arm was missing and he wore only a tank top and sweat pants. “H-hi.”

You looked around, once more, unsure of who he was talking to. “Are you talking to me?”

Barnes nodded at you, weakly. “Yeah, you’re the Queen, aren’t you?”

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What I reblog the most is: • Netflix Marvel (Defenders, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Punisher) • Marvel MCU (Including Agent Carter) • DC TV (Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, Legends) • Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire • Yuri!!! on Ice • Sense8 • Lucifer (Fox TV Series) • Wonder Woman • American Gods

I also follow • Katie McGrath • Sebastian Stan • Hayley Atwell

My usual ships are • Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers • Lena Luthor/Kara Danvers • Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov

Occasionally I will spam my blog depending on which series I watch at the moment. Like/Reblog if you are interested c: Hate free blog!