Chris Evans And Sebastian Stan During The ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’ And ‘Captain America:

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Imagine: Finding your husband, Bucky, after you are both unfrozen in the modern era. Your daughter, who was taken by Hydra and put into the Black Widow program, escapes and she goes to find you both in the Avengers Tower. [x]

FRIDAY: There is some one to see you Mr and Mrs Barnes. They say their name is [Daughter’s/Name]. Y/N: Alright, thank you FRIDAY. Show them up… *looks to Bucky* Bucky: That’s what you named our baby, wasn’t it? *smiles sadly* I bet she was beautiful. Y/N: She was… She- [Daughter’s/Name]: -Hi. You’re James and Y/N, right? *smiles* It’s nice to meet you I’ve been waiting for so long… Y/N: A fan of the Avengers, are ya?  [Daughter’s/Name]: Ur… I suppose you could say that. But I think I’m closer than that to you.  Bucky: How so? [Daughter’s/Name]: I’m your daughter.

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Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Daddy Makeover

Pairing: Father!Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader

Word Count:1030

Summary: Bucky has a five year old daughter who wants to give him a makeover.

Request:  omg will you write one where bucky is the readers dad and the reader is still pretty young (like 5-7 ish?) and they like to give bucky makeovers and steve walks in when buckys hair is all done up and stuff?

Note: I honestly love writing this kind of stuff, like please send me more of these kind of scenaros with Marvel Parents

“Uncle Tony!” Your, oh so, small legs carried you into the lab of one of the ‘Uncles’ you lived with. “Uncle Tony, have you seen Daddy anywhere!?” You yelled once more before standing in front of him.

Tony grabbed you from the waist and set you on his lap. “Sorry squirt, haven’t seen the old man today.”

“Awn…” You pouted lightly. You jumped off his lap before saying “Alright. Bye Uncle Stank!”

“Halt bugger brain!” He got onto his feet, walked towards you and turned you around to face him. He crouched down to your height. “Where did you here that name?”

“Uncle Rhodes told me.” You giggled a bit. “He told me if I called you that he would give me candy… Which he did.”

He sighed before shaking his head. “Alright, fine. You can run off to find your dad now. Bye squirt.” He gave you a light pat on the head, sending you off. When leaving the lab, you heard your Uncle yelling “Rhodey!”

-

You made your way to the living room, since that’s where most of your ‘family’ would be. In your five years of living, you lived with your dad, Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers in the Tower. You never really knew your mother since no one will tell you what happened to her so you didn’t bother asking until they wanted too.

“Auntie Tash! Uncle Clint!” You ran towards the pair that were sitting on the couch and sat in-between them.

“Hey, bub. What do you need.” Natasha asked you while petting your long hair.

“Have any of you seen Daddy?” You asked them, looking at them with hopeful eyes.

“Sorry, [Y/N], we haven’t seen him today.” Clint told you which made you sigh. “Why don’t you go ask Uncle Steve, he usually knows where he is.”

Your eyes beamed because it was true, Steve always knew where he was. “Thank you Auntie Tash and Uncle Clint!” You gave them both a quick peck on the cheek before you short legs carried you towards where you thought your Uncle Steve was.

“Uncle Steve, where are you?!” You called out, frantically looking for him.

“I’m in the dining room.” You heard his voice and you ran faster, well as fast as your legs could.

When you ran into the dining room, you saw him talking with Wanda. “Uncle Steve, there you are!” You hugged his long leg before he bent down to pick you up which you wrapped your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Hi Auntie Wanda.” You smiled at her and waved.

“Hello, [Y/N].” She came closer and poked your side lightly which made you laugh a bit.

“Hey, munchkin.” Steve gave you a small peck on the cheek. “What can I do for you, shorty?” Steve was your favorite uncle, everyone knew that. He was there with you since birth and after your mother died, he watched over you when Bucky couldn’t or when he needed it because it got hard for him to do it all alone.

“Do you know where Daddy is?” You asked what felt like the millionth time. “Uncle Clint said you would know where he is and it’s really important.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What is so important that you have to look for your dad?”

You shook your head. “You’ll see later, Uncle Steve. So can you please tell me where he is?”

He mimicked your action with a light chuckle. “He’s in his room watching some Television.”

“Thank you, Uncle Steve.” You waited a second but you were still in his arms. “You can let me down now, Uncle Steve.” Yo gave him a serious look.

“Sassy, aren’t we?” He asked you but you didn’t bother answering, you just giggled and nodded. “I’ll see you later, munchkin.” He set you down on the ground where you were once again short.

“Bye, Uncle Steve and Auntie Wanda!”

-

You entered you fathers room with a big smile. “Daddy!” You exclaimed when you saw him sitting on the couch in his room.

He turned his head at the sound of your voice. A smile formed on his lips when you came running towards him, so he grabbed you and sat you on his lap. “Well, hello princess.” He gave you a small kiss on the cheek which you giggled at because his stubble tickled when it rubbed against your cheek.

“I have a very important question too ask you, Daddy.” You gave him the same serious look you gave Steve.

“And, what would that be?” He cocked his eyebrow, such as Steve did.

“I want to give you a makeover.” You gave him a pleading look, a look that he couldn’t resist.

“Why do I need a makeover, don’t you think I’m pretty enough? Do you think I’m… Ugly?“ He played the fake offended. He started to tickle you which put you into a fit of giggles.

“D-Daddy, s-stop it!” You giggled at, it was a sound he could never get tired of.

He stopped once you asked him because, like him, you get mad when you have too ask twice. “Only because I love you.” He told you while giving you another kiss.

“So, about that makeover Daddy…”

-

An hour later and whatever makeover items you had, later, your dad was all dolled up. He had a bunch of braids in his shoulder length hair, red lipstick and blue eye shadow and he still doesn’t know what he looked like.

You heard the door open and Steve’s voice was heard “Hey Buck-” He stopped when he saw the view. “Wow, you never looked any better, Bucky.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Punk.” You father muttered.

You gasped and lightly tapped your dads shoulder. “Daddy! Language…” You scolded your father on his 'dirty’ language.

“Steve, you corrupted my daughter!” Your father exclaimed.

“At least we know she won’t swear…” You heard your uncle whisper to no one. You saw him take at his cell phone. “The internet will love this. Smile!” You complied and smiled for the picture while your father looked back at you, with a small smile playing on his lips.

Dishes

Summary: You make a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

You woke up feeling like someone had jumbled your bones from the inside your body while simultaneously being gently fucked in the skull with a jackhammer. When you finally gained the strength to crack open your sticky eyelids (no doubt caked with last night’s mascara), you found yourself contorted across the couch in the common room of Stark Tower. Last night had consisted of one of Tony’s many unnecessary parties and a mistake of a bet with Barton; it’s needless to say he could definitely drink you under the table and it appears he definitely did.

You started to regain your motor skills just enough to comprehend the slight sound of whistling and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon crisping on the skillet. Normally this would have made you spring from your place of slumber in .02 seconds flat, but even the thought of sitting up, much less eating made bile rise in your throat. When you finally brought yourself to sit up and peer over the back of the couch, your tired eyes were met with the sight of a certain Super Soldier preparing breakfast, clad in a white t-shirt and sweatpants; metal arm glinting in the morning light.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living” Bucky chimed flashing a smug grin before flipping a pancake in a pan.

“Shh, don’t speak. Not yet anyway.” you whispered, cradling your head in your hands. Your voice sounded as though you had screamed for a number of hours and you didn’t even want to think about what your face looked like. You pushed your body up from the couch and were met with painful aches all over as you slowly stood up and practically stumbled to a stool at the breakfast bar. Maybe it would have been funny, due to your zombie like appearance, but right now you couldn’t concentrate on anything except not heaving your guts out. He slid a glass of water and a few aspirin to you, and you mumbled something that loosely resembled the word “coffee”.

“Coffee later, first you medicate.” he said before sliding the glass closer. Groaning, you grabbed the capsules and took them, before asking him the most frequently asked question following a night of heavy drinking and partying.

“What the hell happened last night?” you grumbled, laying your head down on the cool surface of the counter.

“Well to sum it up for you, Barton challenged you to a drinking bet and you, being the stubborn little girl you are wouldn’t back down; you were hammered by the 5th shot of tequila and ended up standing on the coffee table doing a surprisingly okay karaoke version of “Fergalicious” with Sam. The rest of the team was also pretty wasted except for Steve, Vision and I. Tony nearly broke a hip trying to spar with Nat. Overall it was basically just a mess.” Bucky explained, seemingly unphased as though he was describing an average Friday night.

“I have only one other question.” you looked up into his steely blue eyes as his eyebrows crinkled in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

“Was it any good?” he laughed and proceeded to place pancakes and bacon on a plate for himself and sat down across from you, sliding you a mug of coffee your way as he did so.

“Surprisingly yes,” he said, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Flawless.” You smiled, silently thanking him and brought the mug to your lips.

“Damn right, those lyrics have been engraved in my brain since 2006.”

Silence fell between you two, only the sound of his fork scraping his plate and you sipping from your mug coursed throughout the kitchen.

“So, nothing I should regret then?” You questioned as you swirled the coffee around in your mug. He looked into the distance for a second before a look of realization took over his features.

“You dared me to arm wrestle you.” he said, waving his metal arm at you teasingly.

“Did I win?” you asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“No,” he chuckled, biting down on a piece of bacon. “Needless to say you owe me $500.”

You giggled, looking up from your mug expecting him to join you at expense of the joke he just told. That was a joke, right? Your smile started to fall as he looked upon you, pokerface unfaltering.

“You’re kidding right?” you questioned. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hell no I’m not kidding! I won the bet fair and square, and you were the one who wagered all the cash in your wallet. Better pay up, darlin’.” A toothy smile on his stunning features as he saw your expression of dismay and panic.

“That’s uncharacteristic of you Bucky, taking advantage of a drunken girl and robbing her of all she has. Her pride, money, what kind of monster are you?” you said dramatically, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and tossing your head back. Bucky laughed heartily, the gorgeous noise sounding throughout the room. He placed his empty plate next to the sink, as it was already filled to the brim with countless empty glasses from last night’s antics. Walking over to your side of the island, he stood closely behind you, You could feel the heat radiating off of his form and his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways you could pay off debt, doll.” he said just above a whisper, his voice lower than usual sounded gravelly and you’re almost positive you just felt his lips brush against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to speak.

“Really? And what would you suggest, Barnes?” you tried to sound confident, you really did; but it just came out like a squeak.

“Well for starters,”  you felt his hands brush at your hips, one bringing warmth and the other sending chills up the left side of your body. But as soon as they came they were gone, the shadow of his body completely absent as he started walking towards his room. “You could do the dishes. Looks like a real pain in the ass, if you ask me. I’d hate to be the person stuck dealing with that.” he gave you a shit-eating grin as he walked backwards into the hallway, pointing finger-guns before he disappeared behind his door.

You sat, flabbergasted; The blush that had risen to your cheeks had vanished and your demeanor was almost immediately replaced with anger and vengeance.

“FRIDAY, please relay a message to Sergeant Barnes for me?” you asked the system.

“Of course. What would you like to tell him?”

“Tell him I’m going to send him to the seventh circle of hell.”

Tangled up in Webs:Pt:3

Warnings: Violence, Spoilers (???)

Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.

1:http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145877178561/tangled-up-in-webs

Pt 2: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145920979041/tangled-up-in-webspt2

It had been three weeks since the incident with the water balloons. It was an easy fix, despite how much discomfort it had caused you. The only sign you could see of the damage now was your old notifications. Before your tech had been improved because of the Avengers, you would get images flashing across your vision. Not glitchy ones like when the water balloon hit you- useful things. Things like heart-rate, internal temperature, heat signatures, even news feeds. You didn’t mind having them back- but you felt less human now. It was just something you would have to deal with. Your hearing and visual panel had been slightly water logged when you first started, but you and Scott had managed to figure out how to fix it. Which had almost seemed impossible with how many times Cassie would ask questions about your abilities, or why you had wires in your head. But despite finishing the work in a couple hours, your mind flittered back to Tony, knowing how easily he could have fixed you. Those kind of things you tried not to think about. After that, the next three weeks passed by quickly without you noticing. You became used to where you were- knowing Peter, acting like you had a family, doing your homework even. It all had begun to feel natural. And that was the problem. You were getting attached- you weren’t supposed to do that. Especially forgetting to actually investigate. The only time you had really investigated was late at night and you had run out of options. You decided to go down to the shadiest place in town and wait, hoping to hear anything Super villain worthy. So you stood on the roof of a building, scowling as you tried to sketch the street below. Where would the best place for super-powered villains to attack be? You quickly erased a line as you groaned, looking up periodically to see if anyone on the slummy streets below would make any moves on the various bars and clubs that littered the dingy neighborhood. You sighed and cupped your chin into you palm, tapping the side of your cheek. And you had thought posing as a normal teenager was the hard part. “What are you doing?” You felt something land behind you, and it took all of your willpower not to generate a gun from your arm and shoot whoever had snuck up on you. Instead you jumped, dropping your sketchbook. You spun around, coming face to face with the superhero you had met twice. Well, now it was three times- that didn’t matter. The first time had actually been when you were in costume, fighting him at an airport. He had been really annoying. Crazy annoying. You scowled at him, your face bunching up. “What do you think you’re doing- running around, sneaking up on people like that?!” You exclaimed, fists resting on your hips and making yourself look angry. “Me? I’m not the one who should be getting interrogated- what are you doing around here, on a building… sketching people?” He asked as he bent down and snatched up your notebook. You lunged forward for your book, but Spider-man simply danced out of reach. “Huh. You’re pretty good at this.” “Give it back!” You huffed, still reaching for you sketchbook. He held the book way over his head, to far away for you to reach it, just enough to give you hope. “Aw come on, isn’t art supposed to be public?” He said, still laughing at you. This last laugh must have pushed you over the edge, because you made up your mind. You lunged at him a second time, expecting him to dodge again. But Spider-man had been caught off-guard. You barreled directly into him, arms wrapping around his chest and taking him down. You both landed hard, the superhero directly under you. “Ow…” He said, weird mechanical eye-holes squinted shut. “HA!” You exclaimed and reached over his head for one of his hands, the one gripping tight to your sketch book. You ripped it from his hands triumphantly and sat up, still laughing. “For someone who looks so small, you hit really hard.”  Spider-man said, looking up at you. You smirked, knowing the exact reason for that. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” “Yeah. You definitely are… Can you get off me now?” You blinked and then looked down. You were straddling him. You blushed and scrambled off, mind racing. A red line of text flashed in your vision, telling you your heartbeat was abnormally fast. You dismissed the notification. “Sorry.” You muttered, looking anywhere but at Spider-Man. “It’s fine. I’m not hurt. No harm, no foul.” You looked at him sideways, realizing that he didn’t understand the implications of the position you had been in a couple of moments ago. You were relieved- but another feeling seeped into your mind. You closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t a hormonal teenage girl. “So really, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In bed?” “You don’t know my sleep schedule.” You quipped, flipping through the pages of your book. “Sure- but I know your schedule doesn’t include hanging out in shady places late at night”. You cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk risk  to your face. “What do you do stalk me? I didn’t take you as that kind of guy.” You teased, pressing the notebook to your chest. To your surprise, Spider-Man instantly became flustered, the tech in your brain telling you that his heart rate had increased. “No of course not!” Spider-Man exclaimed, arms waving expressively, “I wouldn’t follow you around- people who do that are weird! I definitely haven’t followed you home and watched you!” You stared, mouth hanging open slightly. “Oh my gosh. You totally followed me home.” You stated, one arm extending and moving for emphasis. “No! I didn’t I swear!” You almost giggled. Spidey’s voice had again become higher, increasing with his emotion. You walked over to him, looking him up and down. An orange light blinked in the corner of your vision. He was definitely lying. But he seemed flustered enough that you couldn’t believe that his intentions had been anything but well meaning. He was kinda annoying- but he seemed to always mean well. You smiled and moved closer, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll forgive you- if you tell me about Kraven. Does he have any affiliates?” “Just because I’m embarrassed doesn’t mean you can trick me.” “So that means I’m ‘still in danger’?” “Yeah.” “Okay. See you around Web-head.” You shrugged and turned around, heading for the edge of the roof. “Wait- how are how you getting down?” “Same way I came up. Parkour.” You answered enthusiastically, edging your way off the roof. Spidey watched you go, staying silent for a long while. He sighed, putting a hand on his head now that you were out of earshot. “Uhhhhh she’s gonna kill me. I think I’m getting gray hairs- and I just turned sixteen!” “What’s that?” You asked, looking at the crumpled flyer in Peter’s hand. Peter looked at you as you walked down into the subway after school. “Uh, it’s nothing really important. Just a dance.” He said, sounding pretty negative about the subject. You snatched the paper from his hands, all while maneuvering around other people. “A dance? I didn’t know that high schools had dances…” You said, looking at the flyer with intense concentration. “You didn’t?” “No. I didn’t think education systems would bother with things like that.” You replied, turning the flyer over to find more information. “Well don’t worry, our dances suck anyway. There’s no reason you should have to worry about it.” Peter said sullenly as you both made your way to the subway platform. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “You sound kinda bitter about all this.” Peter laughed half-heartedly. “Let’s just say that it isn’t fun to go to these without a date- or friends.” You looked at Peter, a feeling of sympathy weighing on your chest. If you hadn’t met Peter that first day at school, would you have been friendless? You looked at him as he stared at the subway, running something back and forth in your mind. “Peter-” You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, loud screaming came from behind you. You turned around, seeing nothing but a large mass of people swarming out of the subway. “What is- oh…” You said, eyes landing on the large group of men two hundred feet away from you, gathering up people and forcing them to the floor. They were taking hostages- and guess who was the leader? Kraven. You caught a glimpse of his gaudy outfit as people streamed past you, running for the exit. You turned, expecting to see Peter right next to you. He wasn’t there. “Peter?!-” You cried out, and then in your confusion was knocked over by  nicely dressed New Yorker. You fell to the floor, wincing as people rushed over you, not bothering to help you up. You grimaced and got up on your hands and knees, starting to crawl backwards and stand up. You peered through the frenzied crowd, looking for something. There.

Your eyes landed on an upturned table, maybe it had been for someone selling things.

But at the moment it didn’t matter why it was there, overturned against a wall. All that mattered was that you had a hiding spot.

You sprinted towards the table, both thankful and disappointed the crowd was thinning out. Sure you could move easily, but you didn’t have the best cover. You dashed through the remaining people, weaving until you neared the table. You jumped and landed cleanly behind it, safely blocked from view by the tipped over appliance. You pressed yourself to the underside of the table and pulled out your phone, getting it ready to record what was transpiring. You turned and peered from your hiding place, seeing the last of the unlucky civilians being corralled together and thrust to the floor. The loud thumping of your silicone heart rushed in your ears as you fumbled with the phone. A small alert clouded your vision, telling you that your adrenaline was becoming rapidly high. You took a shaky breath and held the phone up. “Good, good!” Kraven roared as he sauntered across the dirty tile, brandishing a… hunting spear. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in on the supervillain. His costume is what you were focusing on.

He wore a dark leather vest over a sleeves less orange v-neck shirt. Kraven was practically bulging from the shirt, dark hair and muscles looking like they were about to escape the orange madness. You wrinkled your nose and dismissed Kraven’s gaudy fashion sense, and focused on the accessories.

His necklace was adorned with shriveled heads, bones, teeth, bullets, and small pouches. Along numerous places in his dark tan skin, burns cropped up. The most prominent was on his right cheek bones, in the shape of an animal skull.

That had to mean something.

Either he was a masochist, or that burn had some kind of ties to other villains. 

The rest of his outfit was composed of weapons, slung across his back, across his chest, around his cargo pants, and around his waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t stabbed himself. You were so intent on drinking in and  analyzing Kraven’s appearance, that you didn’t see the broad chested man who was approaching your table with panther-like stealth.

Suddenly you were plucked from your hiding place, a calloused hand wrapping around your exposed neck. You spluttered as you were lifted into the air.

“Kraven, look at this.” The large man held you up, your struggling feet dangling in the air. Your vision was infiltrated with warnings, informing you of lack of oxygen. You gasped, eyes wide like a fish out of water.

“Hm. I thought we had caught all the animals left in this station. Looks like we passed over a delicate fawn.” Kraven brought a large, sausagey finger to your face and traced it down your cheek. You made a disgusted sound in your throat as Kraven inspected you.

“Drop her.” The large man who had caught you released his grip. You fell to the ground, clutching your throat. You winced-  your were definitely going to have bruises. You scowled at the dirty tile floor.

If only you could break cover- then this wouldn’t be a problem.

And you could shove one of those serrated spears right up Kraven’s-

You stop and looked forward to see Kraven’s large boot step dangerously close to your head. You froze, keeping yourself low to the ground.

“Actually, I think I recognize you, little deer. Quite a nosy thing aren’t you?” Kraven harsh voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, alarmed.

“I didn’t think your brain was big enough for you to remember things.” You snapped, speaking before you thought. You realized what you said and silently cursed.

You were really bad at this acting normal thing.

Kraven’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?” He hissed through his facial hair. You shrunk back, eyeing the knife his hand was hovering over. Kraven seemed more angered then glad at your silence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hefting your closer until you could smell his breath.

Jerky- gross.

“What possesses you to speak so disrespectfully to an ultimate predator?”

Ultimate predator?

You wrinkled your nose, forcing yourself to glare into Kraven’s beady eyes.

“Well not a ghost I can tell you that for sure. Though recently I have been feeling some indigestion-” you had already messed up- so why not keep making him mad? You were already in trouble anyways.

Kraven growled-like an animal growl- and pulled out a knife, holding it to your skin.

You stifled a flinch and chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that the knife you shave with? That would explain all the scars.” You prattled on, making him angrier. Maybe in his anger he would spill some useful information?

Yeah- that was your logic.

Kraven seemed to reach his limit with you. He pinned you to wall with one gigantic hand, tile shattering around you. You cried out, wondering if this kind of attack would let you blow cover.

Kraven came dangerously close, his knife centimeters away from poking out your eyes.

“You think you are funny? That you are protected, just because you know the Spider?” You grimaced, trying to ignore the knife. You kept your comments to a zero this time, not wanting to end up skewered. Kraven grunted, the knife moving from the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“Well little fawn, I hate to break it to you- but the Spider-Man? He is no predator. He is prey. Just like the rest of you.” You gasped, the knife piercing your skin. Kraven drew across your face, coming down around your cheekbone. Blood began to seep, flooding your vision. You bit your bottom lip as Kraven kept talking, holding in a scream. If he kept this up…

“And soon, we will show New York what it truly is. A house of prey… But where to do this?” Kraven asked, flicking to knife. It curved across your neck, grazing the skin there but deeply cutting your collarbone. This time you screamed, kicking your legs. You caught Kraven in the gut and sent him skidding away from you. You gasped, knees shaky. Blood was streaming down your face, but head wounds always looked worse than usual. You were just worried you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and about the cut across your collar. You wiped your eye with the back of your hand, trying to get the blood out.

Kraven on the other hand?

He was laughing.

Kraven stood up, waving his men away when they tried to help him.

“It looks like you’re not as helpless as you look huh?” Kraven chuckled, picking up his knife.

“Nevertheless, you need to be made an example of.” Kraven stalked over to you, wiping the blood on his knife onto his bare arm. You pressed yourself to the wall, running over the options in your head.

He would kill you if you didn’t do anything. You crouched, preparing to run. It was better than dying or giving up your cover, but if still made you feel like a coward.

Kraven chuckled, knowing what you were attempting to do.

“Do you really think-” Kraven stopped, seeing something under his foot. The villain bent down slowly, snatching a piece of paper from under his foot.

“A high-school dance? On this date? How amusing. Is this yours?” Your eyes darted to the flyer in his hands- it was yours. You kept a straight face and glared.

“Oh… It is. How amusing. Actually- this is just what I required. You certainly are full of surprises little deer. But now, it’s time to say-”

Before Kraven could finish his monologue, he got completely blindsided. Kraven’s men yelled, pointing and brandishing spears. Spider-man.

You don’t think you could have been more happy to see him. You watched as he took out the goons, one by one. It was pretty impressive. Kraven was still passed out. You glared at his unmoving body, tempted to run over to him. Instead your eyes landed on the knife he had cut you with. You ran over, grabbing the bloodied knife from the floor. Now that you looked at it, it looked nothing like you’d have expected Kraven to be carrying. It was high tech- and green. You frowned and quickly shoved it in your backpack. You leaped up, seeing Kraven starting to shift.

“(F/n)! Get out of here! What are you doing?!” You looked up and saw Spider-Man gesturing towards the stream of hostages flooding the exit. You held back a retort and nodded, dashing up the steps.

You may have been bloody- but you had information. You ran, dodging your way through the crowd.

Now you had only one question- where was Peter?

You had waited for an hour, looking for him. Peter hadn’t been one of the hostages, so where was he? He hadn’t completely ditched you had he? You crossed the street, ignoring the loud honks directed at you. You winced, feeling the cut on your chest widening. If you could find Peter you needed to patch yourself up. You were strong, but you didn’t want to bleed out. You were just about to call off your search for Peter when your phone rang. Your phone. Of course- you had stuffed into it pocket when the big guy had grabbed you. All this time you could have just called Peter. You took a deep breath and slipped out your phone, seeing that it was indeed from Peter.

“Hello? Peter?”

(F/n)! I’m so glad you picked up. Where have you been?!” You smiled, hearing that Peter was definitely fine and was acting like himself.

“Actually, I got caught up.”

“Where?”

“Peter, I was one of the hostages.”

“Really? (F/n)- are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?”  You stopped and sat against the sill of department store. You sighed and looked at yourself, knowing there was no way you could walk home like this.

“Yeah.. actually Peter, I do need some help.” You admitted. Peter seemed shocked.

“Oh. Okay- um where are you?” You looked behind you, seeing the name of the store.

“I’m at Katie’s kitties… Who names their store like this?” You muttered, taking in the bright store window. Inside you saw kitten products, and then cages with cats in them. You felt a pang of homesickness, the cats reminding of Wakanda.

“Wow. Okay you’re actually kinda close to my apartment. You hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks Peter. Really.” You said as you hung up, looking back at the store. You stood up and walked inside, frowning as the doorbell was replaced with a cat’s meow. You looked up, seeing the bell was in the shape of a calico cat.

Weird.

The only one else in the store besides the cat’s was a old lady, red glasses balancing on her hawk nose. You waved, only to realize she was sleeping. You dropped your hand- at least you didn’t have to explain the blood.

You walked over to middle of the store, seeing a large glass display case holding around fifteen to twenty cats.

You couldn’t help it.

You scampered over and peered over the plexiglass wall, grimace dissipating into a content smile. The nearest kitten looked up at you and mewed. You sighed and dropped your arm inside the case, petting the tiny kitten with one finger. The kitten was light brown, with big blue eyes. It continued to talk to you, mewing as it curled around your finger.

It was so cute.

You smiled and past the time by playing with the kitten, forgetting your injuries. When Peter finally go there, you didn’t notice him at first.

“(F/n)? Oh- there you are…” You sat on a small stool, playing with the brown kitten. But Peter wasn’t looking at the cute little kitten- he was looking at you.

“(F/n) you’re hurt! Are you okay?” Peter asked, rushing towards you. You looked up at him and dropped the kitten on your lap, suddenly remembering what you were doing.

“I’ve been better.” You croaked, lips caked with dried blood.

“You said you needed help- not medical attention!” Peter exclaimed, looking you up at down.

You stood up looking Peter in the eyes as you shouldered your bag.

“And you can help me with that right? Besides- the cuts aren’t that deep.” Peter gave you a skeptical look.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll determine how bad you are back at my place.”

“Ow!”

“Sorry (F/n), but this is necessary.”

“I know- it just stings.” You muttered as Peter applied more alcohol to your forehead. You sat against his bed, Peter crouching over you as you tipped your head back. Peter rubbed some of the excess blood from your closed eyelid, and then dabbed at your cut, removing whatever invisible germs had manifested there.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, looking up at Peter as he worked his way down your face.

“Uh- boy scouts.” Peter said absently. You nodded, which caused Peter to grab your head and move it back in place, much to your annoyance.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just your health- that’s all.” Peter said sharply, avoiding your eyes as he worked. You looked back up at him.

Was he… mad at you?

You frowned at him, taking in his attitude. Sure he was trying fixing your cut- but he wasn’t doing it gently.

“What?” Peter asked, noticing that you were glaring at him.

“What do you mean what?”

“You’re glaring a hole in my face (F/n).” You let out a long breath through your nose, not looking at Peter.

“You’re mad at me.” You snapped, arms folding. Peter stopped working on your face and looked down at you.

“Huh?”

“Peter you’re pissed at me! I can tell! Don’t deny it.” You said and glared at him head on. Peter made a frustrated noise in his throat and dropped to his knees.

“I’m not really mad at you- not intentionally,”

“Really? Seems kinda like you are.” You snapped. Peter made a face at you, throwing up his hands.

“Well how am I supposed to feel?! It’s like you’re asking to be in danger!” He exclaimed loudly. You looked at him, mouth wide open.

“And how am I doing that?” You asked angrily, wincing when you tried to move.

You hated being injured.

Peter made a frustrated face and ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re just- I don’t know- being yourself!”

“Oh so being myself puts me in danger?” You asked. Peter realized what he said and shook his head.

“No (F/n)- that’s not what I meant just- first you want to meet Spider-man, then you get attacked by Kraven-”

“The second one is not my fault Peter-”

“(F/n)! Just listen okay? I know it’s not your fault-”

“Then why are you mad at me?!”

“Because I care about you!” Peter shouted. You blinked, falling silent.

Peter realized what he said, eyes widening.

“I mean- like I care because you could get hurt or…” Peter trailed off, closing his eyes as he slumped forward, hanging his head. A warm feeling had crept into your chest.

You blinked, watching the fading light from the window fall across Peter’s brown hair.

“Peter…” You sat up and extended your arm, letting it fall on his shoulder. He flinched, jolting when you touched him. You stared, surprised at his sudden movement’s. Peter looked at you, and then down at the hand that laid on his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better, I-”

“Peter, someone is here too- Oh! I didn’t know we had a visitor!” Peter shot up, looking at the brown-haired women in the doorway.

“Aunt May! What are you doing here?”

“Peter. I live here.” The women- Peter’s aunt said and then looked down at you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved. Aunt May saw you injuries, eyes widening.

Peter looked back at you, and then back to his aunt.

“(F/n) was in an attack by Kraven. One down in the subway. I’m helping her.” Peter explained, beating her to the question. Aunt May nodded, eyes still on you.

“Are you okay? Do you want any snacks? You can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, liking Peter’s aunt immediately.

“But I’m gonna have to steal Peter from you for a bit- he needs to talk to someone who came by to see him.”

“Came by to see me…”

Someone leaned into the room, peeking past Peter’s aunt.

“Yeah- and we need to make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour… (F/n)?”

You froze, terror and shock overriding anything else you had been feeling.

Tony Stark stood in the doorway.

Nurse Bucky - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So apparently my first follower unfollowed me. Like, okay, bye bitch. This girl even messaged me saying how she loved my stories. Then why would you unfollow? I’m lost. Anyways, I’ll save the drama for another time. I really hope she doesn’t see this and know its her. I’m sorry if you do.

Request: “ hey! could u do one where reader and Bucky r a couple and reader is sick or got hurt in a mission or hangover idk and Bucky gets all overprotective and takes care of her and she keeps saying she’s fine but she clearly isn’t!! super fluffy pls!!” by anon. ( pssst…these are my prompt lists: 1 , 2 )

Warnings: Slight language, a fever, idk if that’s a deal breaker

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Bring Me To My Knees (Pt. 3)

Summary: Bucky accidentally demolishes your house. With nowhere else to go, you move in with him. 

Prologue [1] [2] 

Warnings: minor Civil War spoilers, a teeny bit of angst 

Word count: 2000 

 A/N: Let me know how this chapter is! It’s a lot more mellow than the other ones but I hope you guys like it the same ^^  Happy reading~

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He doesn’t know what he expected, but when Bucky woke up you weren’t in the fort beside him. And sure, he definitely hoped you would be (so he could squeeze a few extra minutes of you in his arms before he had to go on pretending like every sideways glance didn’t send his chest throbbing) but maybe it was better this way.

It was definitely better this way.

Bucky found you sitting on the kitchen counter, sifting through the folder he recognized from the day before.

“What’s that?” He nodded to the papers in your hands.

“Morning to you too.” You grumbled jokingly, to which Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge to find some breakfast.

“It’s - well it’s gonna sound really weird if I tell you.” You closed the file and put it on the counter beside you, swinging your legs around to face Bucky.

“You’re not reading up on my 30’s days to try and see what type of girls I like, are you? ‘Cause I can promise you fit that profile just fine.” Again with the flirting; Bucky wanted to shudder.

“Definitely not.” You laughed, which, in hindsight, was worth his awful attempt at a pickup line.

“So then what? It can’t be that bad.” You shrugged, waiting for him to come out from behind the open fridge door. He pulled out a jar of marmalade and yanked a loaf of bread out from a cupboard smoothly, almost like a dance. It was nice seeing Bucky move like he was sure of himself, the only other time it happened was when he fought.

“Okay, fine.” You huffed, turning your eyes to the hem of your shirt and playing with it. “So you obviously know about my powers, the whole electromagnetic wave thing?” Bucky made a noise to say he did.

“Well I found out about it because of a fight with my family. One second I was furious and the next no one in the room remembered who I was.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, a little too worried to glance up at Bucky.

“That’s when Fury found me, and I thought it would just be easier to let them live without me. But I don’t want to live without them, so I have Maria keep track of them from time to time. This is just the newest report.” You tapped on the thick beige paper and chanced a look at your roommate.

Bucky was frowning, not in an ‘I feel bad that you’re so weird’ way but in an 'I know exactly how that feels’ way. He knew what it was like to wake up one day and not have anyone to go to. He also knew what it was like having your memories erased, and he wished he could do something to help your family recover them.

“I’m sorry,” He placed his flesh hand on your thigh and rubbed comfortingly, thoughtlessly. “how are they doing?”

You gave him a small smile and flicked open the cover, sharing pictures and cliff notes on their lives with him. Bucky should’ve been looking at the file, he kept telling himself to just take your eyes off her, you can’t pull her into a hug. And he really wanted to hold you close and make sure you really were okay, because he’s seen sad eyes like those before and he hated when you were sad. If he could do anything to make you feel better - hug you, braid your hair, cook for you, force your family to remember you, hell he’d go back in time and stop it from happening if you’d asked him to - he’d do it all without hesitation.

“My sister’s pregnant!” You smiled wide but Bucky could see the tears building up. He thought that’s what he would be doing too, if he had news of his sisters back with Hydra. He squeezed your knee and smiled back; he couldn’t do much, but sometimes you said happiness was contagious, so maybe he could make you feel better with this.

“Congratulations.” He stopped his hand from reaching up to cup your cheek, swallowing the action down like Asgardian ale.

—-

“Tony you moron, I told you to go right!” You could hear Tony snicker into the comm, if he weren’t 400 feet above ground you’d be ready to punch him.

“You know, you’re really good at this directions thing Y/N, wanna voice my GPS too?” You nearly growled as you watched the monitor in front of you, seeing the little blip that was Tony turning around and making a right.

“A little help might be nice, if you two’re done bickering.” Nat called in, probably busy kicking more ass than Tony had all week.

“He’s on his way. Buck you’ve got incoming, the door to your 6.” You announced, following the small bundle of dots as they moved in on Bucky.

You worked the comms more often than not, only because your power wasn’t a pick and choose type thing. If you used your powers around your team mates they’d be out just as fast as the bad guys, so you either worked by yourself or took charge of behind the scene orders like you were now.

“Got 'em. Where to next?” He asked with a grunt.

“Northeast. There’s a room connected to the one you’re in now.” You watched him walk towards the sectioned off area on your blueprint.

“There’s no door, you sure this is it?”

“Yep, get in there soldier.” Someone on the line was snickering again. Tony.

There was a huge smash - Bucky’s fist through the wall - and he was in.

“What’s in there?” You asked, watching Bucky’s dot on the screen ping in the same place for a solid minute.

“Bucky?” No one made a sound. You couldn’t even hear him breathe, it was like someone hit pause.

Because he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. His heart was hammering and pictures of everything were flashing like cameras on the red carpet.

“желание” It started, heavy boots echoing in his memories.

“ржаветь” He could taste the blood in his mouth, seeping from his tongue just after being wiped again.

“семнадцать” He flexed his fingers, made a tight fist, flexed again. The cryo made it hard to move, the cold breeze in the room wasn’t helping.

“рассвет” His breath was shaky, a product of his reluctance to lose control.

And then it was your voice, saying his name. Bucky, not Soldat, not Winter Soldier, and suddenly it was easier to shake off the flashbacks.

One blink and his superior was gone. Two and the straps hugging his wrists disappeared. On the third he was back in the Hydra Base with Nat, Tony, and most importantly, you.

“Ready to comply.” He growled lowly, tearing the red journal that started his trip down memory lane off of its pedestal and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Barnes what’s your status?” You were clearly on edge, worried that something happened to him and whatever it was hadn’t registered on your screen.

“We’re good to go.” His voice was strained, gruff, but he was trying to make it sound casual. Trying to pretend like he wasn’t a loaded gun ready to go off at the sound of a couple words. Trying not to think that whoever got a hold of the scarlett book in his pocket would also have a hold on him.

“What happened back there?” Nat met him in an empty hall on their way out of the building, having been sent by you to figure out what went wrong.

“Nothing, I took down the wall and grabbed the book.” Bucky shrugged, walking a little faster to try and avoid the conversation.

“It took you five minutes to break down some drywall?” She asked, not falling for the lie for a second.

“No, but my comm shorted and I didn’t wanna do anything stupid like wander around without eyes on the place.”

Natasha sighed, sure that he wasn’t telling her everything but knowing he wouldn’t speak to her unless he really wanted to. Bucky was more stubborn than a mule, surprisingly, he was more stubborn than she was.

Bucky kept his mouth shut for the remainder of the trip.

—-

It was late. Dark enough outside to need a flashlight if you wanted to stray from the streets. Bucky was almost 100 percent sure you were asleep, and he was more than 100 percent sure that he should be too, but he couldn’t.

Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was red; the leather of the notebook, the sticky liquid that used to drown his hands, the colour that clouded his vision when they handed him a rifle and told him the name of another target, another victim.

He guessed it really wasn’t much of a surprise that you were awake, because his pacing in the living room did seem a little louder than he would’ve cared to be under other circumstances. He didn’t even notice your head peaking out of the bedroom door until his name left your lips - soft and sweet and totally undeserving of that caring tone.

He stopped in his tracks, flicking his eyes to yours for a second before averting them right back to the couch. His jaw was clenched, but he forced out a smile.

“You’re up real early.” He joked, strained. You frowned and tiptoed out of the room, eyes watching him so softly he would’ve thought you were admiring a sleeping puppy. Your hand ran over his arm, rubbing some of his anxiety out with your touch.

“What’s going on Buck?” He swallowed, taking a second to appreciate how his thoughts were dissipating with your presence.

“What do you mean?” He was hardwired to avoid answering questions, he really couldn’t help it.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed, but looked up at him patiently all the same. “What happened today?”

Bucky clenched his jaw again, he didn’t want to think about the words or the book or the assholes who made him do all those things. He didn’t want to remember.

“All it takes is ten words for me to lose control. Ten little words and someone’s life is over. Ten words and I have another memory that I don’t want to live with.” You were tangling your fingers with his now, lightly pulling him to the kitchen behind you. You sat him down on the counter, your favourite seat, and pushed some of his hair behind his ear softly.

“We have the book now Buck, no one’s gonna use those words on you again.” You reassured, fingers lingering against his skin for added comfort.

“We don’t know that. SHIELD was compromised before, they might even do it themselves if there’s an enemy you can’t beat. I can’t trust anyone with those words Y/N, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.” He looked so broken, so worried and you couldn’t take it. Your hand cupped his cheek and pulled his forehead down so it leaned against yours. The intimacy seemed to help prove the dedication in your next sentence.

“I won’t let that happen. I promise Bucky, no one’ll ever use those words against you ever again.”

It was quiet for a while. Bucky couldn’t tell how long you stayed like that, eyes glinting with your stern promise and your nose just about touching his. All he knew was that when you pulled away he believed you.

“Now, how about some hot chocolate?” You twisted and pulled out a pot from under the stove. Bucky watched you with the hint of a smile, think about how much he lucked out with you. And God he loved you, more than he thought he’d ever love anything.

“Thank you.” It felt like he was thanking you for more than the hot mug you’d just placed in his hands. You smiled as warmly as the steaming milk in his cup and ruffled his hair.

“Anytime.”

Look what was waiting for me when I got home from work…Captain America: Civil War art book!!! It is beautiful, and concept artists are the 8th wonder of the world. I am in love 😍

Hello and goodbye. I am Bucky Barnes, and this is my letter to you.  I don’t have much time. If I could, I would write pages upon pages, line upon line Stroke upon stroke. But I can’t. They’re listening; they’re everywhere. They stain the walls with dried blood and grime And plague the inner workings of my mind I cannot escape them. This place is filthy; horrors echo through the iron cell, reminding me that I am not a person. Only an asset. The red star is a symbol of my death And each time I see its evil glint on my left arm, I hold my breath. I have one memory of my mother. She told me when I’m afraid, I need to close my eyes and be strong. I did that while I was strapped to a chair made of lightning. And when I woke up, I forgot who I was. She said the bad thoughts go away, but they don’t. The entities manifest in 10 words, buzzing in my head like a plague of moths. My mind is a corpse of what it used to be. There are some things I adore One being a distant memory of a blonde haired man, And the other a red-headed girl I see in the outer circles of this hell. I don’t know her name; and I don’t know the man’s name. But they help me deal with this nightmare. The girl reminds me of a blood red sunset and the man reminds me of a life I never got to live. The distant memory of my mom helps too. I can feel her warm smile when I’m locked inside the cage of forgetfulness. I didn’t want this. I never asked for this. I joined the fight for peace, But now I’m fighting for what’s left of my sanity.  I was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath the layers of false hope And now I’m a deer caught in headlights, falling quickly into oblivion. I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I pray next to the metal bars that drip with the memories I can no longer recall. I pray for a god to deliver me into exaltation- I hear the demons coming. Their laughter is bouncing off the brick barriers. It’s a haunting sound. I have to go. But before I do, I’ll tell you this. They will break me, torment me, hurt me. When I’m strapped to the chair of lightning, or when I’m bleeding on the floor in the name of supposed restoration, I will get back up and write to you again, because that is how I will be strong. I will be strong.  I promise.

Bucky’s letters from behind the iron walls of HYDRA. (Part 1) Jasmine Walter (Part 2 found here)

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