“When There Is A Storm, And You Stand In Front Of A Tree, If You Look At It’s Branches, You Swear

Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.

Soldiers || Part 18/? || Steve Rogers /Reader

Summary:You, Steve and Natasha reach your old military base on New Jersey and someone from your past returns

Genre: Angst, Some fluff

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: Why do I even put a Disclaimer if say the same things??

A/N: Oh god I have a test in Ancient Greek tommorow.. Wish me luck…

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You were outside of the base while memories of you, Steve, Bucky, Peggy and Howard came to your mind. How you and Steve used to run before the serum and colonel Philips screaming at you both for being late. Steve had the same thoughts too. But he didn’t think of chester yelling, but you. How every time you were sparkling and looked beautiful, your kindness and heart of gold. That’s the woman he fell for. And now, she’s his. Natasha didn’t know what to say. Seeing your faces was enough for her to understand what you were feeling right now.

“Wait, that building. Steve, I think it’s not in the right place..” He nodded and broke the lock pushing the door open. Many old computers were there. In the wall hung pictures of your friends in the army. You moved next to a library that seemed weird to all of you. “If you’re already in a secret base, why do you hide the elevator?” He said and you helped him push open the leaves of the library.

The secret floor had some some computers. The same as the others from upstairs but bigger. In the middle, next to the bigger computer, a new-technology usb port made Natasha get more interested. She plugged the flash drive into the port. The screen turned on and it wrote a message “Initiate system?”

“Yes” Natasha typed. The camera started moving and analyzing your faces. It stopped at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, born 1918. Y/N Barnes, born 1918. Natalia Romanoff, born 1984.” The man in the computer had a very familiar voice.

“Zola.” You and Steve exchanged a look.

“You know that thing?”

“Before Captain Rogers and future mrs. Rogers here didn’t send me to jail I was a human like you madam. In 1972 I got diagnosed and science couldn’t save my body but, my mind was worth saving under two hundred thousand feet of data banks. And now, you’re standing on my brain. ” The machine said and the picture of Arnim Zola appeared.

“What the-?” You said and looked to the ground taking some steps closer to Steve. “But, HYDRA died with the red skull. How can it be possible to exist?”

“Cut off one head two more shall take it’s place” Steve rolled his eyes at the usual Hydra’s moto.

“Prove it” Natasha commanded and he showed a display of the redskull, some battles of the hollowing commandos, Captain America and you, Mrs. America. Then it showed SHIELD’s beginning. He showed how HYDRA killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it to look like a car accident.

“We won, Captain Rogers and Barnes, your deaths amounts to the same as your life. Zero sums.“ Steve clenched his fist and punched the screen

“What does the flash drive contains?” Natasha questioned your old enemy.

“Project insight requirs insight so I wrote an algorithm. “

” What does it do?“

“Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors behind you started closing and you threw your shield but it didn’t close.

“Guys, a missile is on the way..” Natasha said.

“Who fired it?”

“Shield” You had only thirty seconds. Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled the three of you in a hole, using your shields to protect the three of you. You were screaming from the pain and soon enough, everything around you turned black. Steve got away the heavy rocks from you and Natasha and pulled you to the surface.

“Y/N?Baby, are you alright?” You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my god I was so scared.” You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine… Did you got hurt? Natasha?” He nodded and picked Natasha up.

“She is breathing luckily. We have to find a safe place..” As you made sure that noone else was there you walked to the woods.

“I don’t get it? What did Zola meant with that algorithm?”

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out. You sure that you’re alright? Babe you look a bit pale..”

“I’m fine, Stevie. Don’t worry about me.” The truth is, you were scared. Not scared about getting yourself hurt or anything.. You were scared what if Steve or Natasha could get hurt or you can’t save the earth again. But also, you were worried about something else.. Something inside of you.. “I’m not in fire, so yeah. I’m fine.” He smiled to you kissed your cheek. Natasha started opening her eyes. “Hey sleeping beauty. Are you ok?” She nodded and stood on her feet.

“Where are we going?”

“At a friend’s” Five minutes later the three of you reached an apartment not far from the city center. Steve knocked the door and that guy that Steve was chatting with when he was jogging opened the door. “We’re sorry we just needed a place. Everybody is trying to kill us.”

“Not everyone” Sam said and offered you to come in. His house wasn’t big enough. He had a small living room detached with the cuisine and two small bedrooms. Each one had it’s own bathroom. It was a joyful place though. The windows were big enough and plenty of light was entering the home and made you feel warmth. After you showered you moved to the kitchen and sat next to Steve.

“We’re sorry if we’re disturbing you Sam, but shield is after us.” You said with an apologetic and sad look on your face but Sam smiled at you to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, It’s nice I have Captain America, Mrs. America and Black Widow in my apartment. It’ll be my pleasure to help you guys.” You gave him a side-smile. “But seriously now, what happened with them?”

“Hydra was growing into SHIELD this hole years. They killed Nick Fury and they are hunting us. You said you were a pilot right?“

“Well not exactly..” He handed Steve a folder with some pictures and articles. Sam Wilson wasn’t a simple pilot. He had a suit with wings. The name was Falcon.

“We can’t ask you to do that..”

“Dude, Mrs and Captain America wants my help I’d be more than happy to help them “ He smiled and the four of you headed out to the door.

Flash foward to the bridge’s incidents

You were in the backseats next to Sitwell. You were moving him to a secret location so he can tell you more about Hydra. Sam was driving and Steve was next to him, sometimes turning his head to you, to see if you’re alright. You nearly screamed when an arm, metal arm popped into the car, dragging Sitwell out and throwing him off the bridge. Natasha grabbed her gun and shooted. The winter soldier stole Sam’s steering wheel and he lost car’s control.

You grabbed Natasha and kicked the door with your shield dragging her out with you. Steve did the same with Sam. Three black cars appeared and Hydra men came out. The winter soldier shot a rocket and Steve pushed you so it could hit his shield. He fell of the bridge. You stopped time to kill some of the men but it was late to take the winter soldier down. He came towards you and you kicked his knee, and backflipped so he couldn’t get any closer. You fought some minutes before he kicked and punched you causing to fell off the bridge too, causing you to fell with your back. “Shit” you mumbled as you noticed the pool of blood around you. With all your strength you stood up and grabbed the black Thompson gun next to the dead agent. You fired and killed the man that tried to shoot at Steve. He ran to you when he noticed the pool of blood which matched your back.

“Y/N! Are you alright baby? Please tell me that you’re alright.” You shook your head and he gave you a quick hug. “Thank God.” You wanted that moment to last longer but you noticed Nat fighting with the winter soldier, but getting shot. He was ready to kill her but you and Steve joined the fight before he could.

After some minutes of constantly punching, kicking Steve threw a kick on his face causing the mask to slip. The man stood there looking at you. You looked at him in shock, not beliving who he was. “Bucky?” Steve asked but he remained silent for some seconds.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky said and Sam caused an explosion which Bucky found a good feint and left. You looked at the ground. Brock Rumlow and his team came, pointing guns at all of you.

“Fell on your knees, hands up!” He screamed as his men pushed the gun on your temple. “Not here!” He yell when he saw the helicopter on the sky. They locked you, Steve, Natasha and Sam to the back of one of their cells with two Hydra agents to look after you.

“It’s all my fault..” You whispered as hot tears fell down your face. “I couldn’t save him and they did that to him.”

“Sweetheart it’s not your fault. We talked about this many times before. So please don’t blame yourself for something you’re not culpable of.“ You shook your head.

“Y/N, I wasn’t there when he fell, but I know that’s not your fault.” Natasha tried to reassure you but then you noted the blood on her shoulder.

“She needs some medic care. She lost much blood, she will die in here if we don’t do anything.” The agent on the door pulled two electrical sticks of her suit. She sticked them to the man next to her and kicked him at his face.

“This thing was squeezing my brain..” Maria said as she pulled the helmet out. “Who the hell is this guy?”

TODAY IS THE ONLY DAY YOU CAN REBLOG THIS

To Make You His Wife

Summary: Bucky wanted to ask you to become his wife the day he met you. And now he finally bought the ring to propose.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,570

Warnings: fluff/angst

A/N: I got this idea while I was reading “Thinking Out Loud” by @bovaria and I couldn’t stop thinking about it since then. Please tell me what you think!

“It’s a beautiful ring”, Wanda exclaimed as Bucky showed her the ring he and Steve had bought not only an hour ago. It was the ring you’d seen a few months ago while walking with Bucky through the city after having dinner together at your favorite italian restaurant. The two of you had been walking down the shopping promenade and looked through the windows of the already closed shops when you spotted the ring through the window of your favorite jeweller. 

Excitedly you had shown the ring to Bucky and since the moment he had seen your eyes lit up when you pointed at the ring, he had known that this was the ring that he would use to propose to you. 

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The best ones ever

bucky who can’t quite seem to get over the fact he can pick up mjolnir even though it’s been a good three months since the first time he accidentally plucked it from the ground in avenger’s tower. the hammer itself always seems to be in the most random of places and bucky will walk over to it whenever the opportunity comes along and look around to make sure no one is watching before picking it up again as it expecting one day that he won’t be able to lift it again. except every time it comes off the ground without hesitation and he grins like an absolute idiot because it means more to him than it probably should just that mjolnir deems him worthy at all so that must mean there’s something good about him, right?

and of course tony eventually asks why thor leaves his hammer just sitting around the place and thor simply smiles and says, “because it helps where i cannot.”

and nobody knows exactly what he means by that

Afraid: Part 2 [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Part 1

Word count: 1887

Warnings: Angst, it may have triggering content.

Request: Hey, can you do a imagine where the reader is pregnant and the father is Bucky but she don’t know how to tell him since she is afraid of him reaction. Then when she tell him, Bucky had no reaction and out of the apartment. When he returns to apartment, the reader is no longer there and leaves a letter saying that she understands if he does not want to take the baby. Five years later, when she goes with her daughter to Steve’s apartment to ask a favor, Bucky appears and everything ends sad. Thnk

Author’s note: Well, here you have the second part of the story. It’ll probably have another one… Don’t know what you think about this one.

Masterlist / To Do List

“What happened, Y/N?” Steve asked for the second time as I looked through the small window that was in the kitchen. Beth was sleeping as Bucky. Or that was what I imagined because I hadn’t seen him around the house.

The truth was, I preferred it that way. After the conversation we’d had the night before, I didn’t want to see him or talk to him. In five years a lot of things had happened and although my feelings for him hadn’t changed, and they never would, his feelings for me did. Maybe I had made a mistake in the way I acted but I didn’t regret what I had done. As much as he said otherwise, Bucky wasn’t prepared to have a daughter and I couldn’t allow a person with a mental instability to be around her.

“If you don’t tell us what’s happening, we cannot help you.”

“It’s not as if you could help be being thousands of miles away, Steve” I spat. I knew I had been cold as soon as the words left my mouth. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I apologized. “I’m nervous. I didn’t know what to expect when I came here but I didn’t expect Bucky hating me.”

“You didn’t give him more options, Y/N. You left with his daughter. Whatever your reasons were, you left with a part of him. You can’t blame him for holding a grudge.

I hated that Steve was right because it made me rethink my actions.

“Don’t explain me what happened if you don’t want to, but explain it to someone. You can’t keep this inside of you forever.”

The conversation with Steve hadn’t gone how neither of us expected. He had called with the intention to discover what had happened with Martin and I had hoped he was calling to tell me he was coming home so I didn’t have to stay at Bucky’s.

I left the phone on the counter and I sighed. What was I going to do? How long would I have to stay with Bucky? When would I know it was safe to go? Was I going to have to move to another state, leave all my friends and family behind?

“Good mo–”

I tilted my head, meeting Bucky in the kitchen entrance with messy hair, with his blue eyes with traces of sleep and a with a frown. I followed the trajectory of his eyes to my right rib. The black tank top I was wearing had gotten up slightly, revealing the big bruise I had. I covered it with my shirt and I looked at Bucky with a fake smile.

“Coffee?”

“What is that?” he asked as he walked towards me.

I tried to pull away but Bucky grabbed my arm with his metal hand and lifted my shirt with the other. The touch of his fingers made a shiver ran through my spine, preventing me to breath normally.

“Tell me this isn’t the reason why you are here.”

I didn’t answer him and although I could have lied, I followed Steve’s advice. One day or another I would have to explain to someone what had happened with Martin.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. “Beth. Did he touch Beth?”

I shook my head. “I would have never allowed it. So he hit me.”

Bucky pressed his jaw tightly. He dropped my shirt and, for a moment, I thought he would hit something but he restrained himself.

“How many times?”

I was afraid to answer that question. From the outside, it all seemed very easy. If someone hit you, you had to leave as quickly as possible. But when it happened to you, you always expected a change.

“My answer will not change anything,” I finally answered. “You probably have a lot of things to say, like how stupid I was for being with someone like that. I know, you don’t need to tell me.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Bucky said. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t think it.”

Bucky walked past me and picked up the coffee pot, thereby giving and end to the conversation. And, again, we were in an impasse, having nothing to say to each other.

I had to leave as soon as possible. Staying at Bucky’s was a danger for both of us because, at one time or another, we might explode. Too many feelings. To many things left unsaid.

Beth appeared in the kitchen before I could leave. Her brown hair was messy and her blue eyes half closed.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” I asked her as I picked her up and kissed her forehead. I felt Bucky’s eyes looking at us.

Beth nodded, she wasn’t very talkative in the morning. I left her on the floor and I asked her what she wanted for breakfast but she didn’t answer, probably because she hadn’t decided yet what her belly wanted. Finally, she decided she wanted a glass of milk and a muffin. Bucky took the moment to announce he was going to take a shower and my body relaxed instantly.

As she drank her glass of milk, I observed my daughter. If it wasn’t because she had my nose and my lips, I would have thought Beth was only Bucky’s daughter. It was his living image. I assumed that, for that reason, I still hadn’t forgotten about him. They were two drops of water; both were brave, determined and, sometimes, stubborn.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?”

I nodded as a smile appeared on my lips.

“Why does Bucky have a metal arm?”

“So you remember that one day I told you that we all had something that made us special?” Beth nodded. “The metal arm is what makes Bucky special. It allows him to be super strong. And he can lift anything with that arm!”

Beth opened her mouth, surprised and I laughed. Now that Bucky was in her life, I had to start answering questions.

“Can we go to the zoo, mommy?”

I gasped, not knowing what to say. Could we leave the house? I didn’t know if Martin was looking for me, as I didn’t know what the limits of that situation were.

When Beth saw I didn’t answer right away, she grew anxious. She looked at me intently and shifted in her seat, ready to explode if I said no. Kids, so adorable when they had what they wanted but so unbearable when they didn’t.

“I can take you to the zoo if you want.”

I lifted my head, finding Bucky leaned against the kitchen door, with his arms crossed over his chest and staring at me, as Beth had done seconds earlier. I could say no and end all that, and I could say yes and accept to spend a day with Bucky. Although it wasn’t what I wanted, I realized maybe Bucky wanted to spend a day with his daughter so I raised my arms in defeat and I said yes.

Beth screamed with excitement, got up from her chair, and came to hug me. She did the same with Bucky, who was stunned when Beth wrapped her small arms around him. And, as usual when she got excited, she started to speak quickly, tripping over her own words and making a plan of what they would see.

As I expected, the day at the zoo was exhausting but it was worth to see Beth enjoying so much. She ran back and forth, pointing to all the animals and making people laugh. At first, she was a bit shy with Bucky but when she saw I was getting tired, she took on of his hands and started running with him. And he was delighted with that.

A strange feeling ran through me when I saw them together and my mind flew to a place where it was forbidden to go since I had left his side five years ago.

How our life would have been if I had stayed with Bucky? I would have been scared twenty-four hours a day, as I was now. Steve had told me he had made a lot of progress, that the Winter Soldier hadn’t appeared for a long time. But Bucky was the Winter Soldier and if for some reason someone recited the ten magic words, we were in danger. Including Beth.

By mid afternoon, we decided to sit on a bench to eat ice cream. When Beth finished hers, she fell asleep on Bucky’s. He smiled softly as she took a few strands of hair from her forehead. After a few minutes in silence, Bucky ended the day by announcing that maybe it was better to leave.

Beth slept the whole way and when they reached Bucky’s apartment, Bucky asked if he could put her to bed. Although a part of me didn’t want to, I knew I had to start trusting Bucky. Like it or not, Bucky was her father and was now in her life.

“Okay,” I murmured.

Despite knowing I didn’t had to do it, I went to Beth’s room and I observed Bucky putting her in bed. My heart shrank with tenderness when he kissed her forehead and I turned around and I went to the kitchen when I felt the urge to cry.

I was no longer sure if what I did was the right thing to do. Maybe Bucky was right and everything that had happened to me since I had left was because I deserved it.

“I’m exhausted,” Bucky said as he entered the kitchen. I wiped the tears of my eyes and I turned to face him. On his face I could read the word satisfaction. He was satisfied, happy.

“She’s an earthquake,” I said.

“She’s like you,” he pointed out in a whisper as he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. I watched him for a few seconds in silence. “I’m sorry for what I told you the other day. Clearly I didn’t know what had happened. I would never think you deserved what he did to you.”

Hear those words didn’t help me. Maybe he didn’t think so but I had started to believe it.

“Beth thinks he is her father?”

By his tone, I knew he was afraid of the answer. From the beginning, I had thought of telling Beth that Martin wasn’t his real father but after thinking that would only bring me unceasing questions, I decided not to tell her the truth. At the end of the day, I thought Martin would be the one.

“Yes,” I finally replied. Bucky clenched his jaw. “I know what I have to do but I need time. Beth is a child and… I need time, Bucky.”

“Okay,” he answered surprising me.

He finished his beer and before leaving the kitchen, he said: “You can stay as long as you need. Tomorrow I’ll talk to Tony so he controls that guy.”

“Scott. Martin Scott,” I said offering him a name. “Thank you, Bucky.”

Bucky smiled slightly and left the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts. How was I supposed to tell Beth the truth? How she would react? I was afraid of her reaction. Afraid that she hated me for lying to her. Just… Afraid.

If T’Challa fits, he sits

For anon…enjoy!

“Alright Lila, just hold it steady now,” Clint spoke gently to his daughter.

The young girl nodded as she held the beginner’s quiver with one arrow notched. A target stood opposite of her just a few yards ahead. Lila took a deep breath before letting the arrow soar. The tip sank a little to the left of the bullseye. Clint beamed.

“That’s a great shot, kid,” he cheered, “Getting better everyday.” “Really daddy?” she asked with wide eyes. He smirked and kissed her head. “Really, princess. Cooper, your turn.”

The slightly older boy stepped up next to his father and sister. Clint smiled before kneeling in front of his son. He gently grabbed the boy’s face, a hand on each side.

“Remember, relaxing is a part of it too, okay?” His son nodded. “You’ll do great.”

Clint stood up and took a step back. Lila held one of his hands as she watched her older brother raise the bow. Cooper kept his eye on the target just a bit farther away than his sister’s. Concentrating, he let the arrow fly, hitting the bullseye. His face broke into a grin as Clint began to laugh.

“You did it, buddy! You hit the bullseye,” Clint cheered, “This calls for some ice cream, just for you Coop.”

Clint continued to ramble on about the mark as the trio headed toward the house. Cooper and Lila were beaming, loving the time they were spending with their dad.

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