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Words: 1060 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: swearing Requested by anon “May I request a Bucky x reader inspired by "What part of don’t come back for me didn’t you understand, you idiot?” Answered with-“I’m not as smart as I look” please? If you have the time :)“ Authors Note: I hope the idea I put behind it worked :) I just kinda, started writing, and this is what happened. I actually really like it.

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"Bucky,” You told him, trying to get his attention.

“I’ll get you out of this!” Bucky yelled.

“No, you can’t.” You told him, but he didn’t look at you. “Bucky, go.”

“I can’t just leave you here!” Bucky argued.

“You have to. I’ll be fine, I promise.” You grabbed his arm.

“But…”

“Go to the quinjet. Get back to the facility. Don’t come back for me.” You told him.

As you and Bucky were running in the forest from Hydra agents, you fell into a trap- a hole in the ground. How did you even manage to fall for that? But alas, there was no way to get you out. At least, not with Bucky around.

“But, I can’t leave you.”

“Go.” You told him, “I’ll be okay.”

“Alright…” Bucky said, and slowly let go of your hand.

Bucky walked away. You knew that agents would be checking traps soon, and you came go with two solutions.

One) Let the agents get you and try to kill them all off and escape.

Two) Try to conjure up your, hidden, enhancement.

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First Impressions (Young! Loki X Young! Reader)

Words: 1634 Pronouns used: She/Her Warnings: fluff

Your POV “Come along (Y/n), this will be fun!” My mother squealed.

“Odin and Frigga have two boys around your age, now that I think about it.” My father followed up. I sighed and rested my hand against my chin, looking out the window of the carriage. “At least pretend to be excited when we get there.”

Putting on my best smile, I giggled. “Of course, father! Why wouldn’t I be excited?”

“That’s the spirit, dear.” The carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of a large castle. The driver helped us out while his assistant grabbed our luggage and carried it to the front door. A large, burly looking man opened the door and shook my fathers hand.

“Faas! Good to see you!” The man boomed. “And Alva, you still look as beautiful as ever.” (They are your parents)

“Odin, wonderful to see you too.” My father smiled. The two had been friends since childhood, and they hoped you and Odins sons would get along as well. A lady dressed in gold appeared behind him.

“Invite them in, Odin.” She said.

“Hello Frigga!” My mother practically sang. The lady ushered you in, and you gathered in the kitchen.

“Of course, you two know (Y/n).” My mom gushed.

“Oh, we haven’t seen you since you were a babe. If you wish, our sons are in the library.” Frigga smiled.

I thanked her and rushed out of the room, my dress flurrying behind me. I roamed the castle, peeking behind all the doors in attempt to find the library. I passed a room, poking my head in to see two boys. One was sitting in a chair reading, while the other was leaning on the back of the chair.

“Come on brother! Let’s spar!” The blond one whined.

“Thor, I’m trying read.” The black haired one replied.

“But Loki-”

“I’ll spar with you.” You interrupted. The two looked at you in surprise before Thor started to laugh.

“You? You are merely a girl!” Thor chuckled. “But if you really want to go, I’ll go easy.”

He led me to a room with matts on the floor and padded walling. Loki counted down, still engrossed in his book.

“Go.” Thor came towards you at full speed, attempting to take you down. I side stepped, taking his arm and flipping him which took him down for the count.

“I never thought a lady could be so… Manly!” Thor exclaimed. “I am Thor, and this is my brother, Loki. What may we call you?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n (l/n).” I laughed. “Say, could you show me back to the library? It was rather big and I’d love to look at what books you have.” Thors face fell, but he reluctantly led the way, Loki trailing behind us.

I grinned excitedly, thanking Thor before running off to find a book. “Aha!” You exclaimed, twenty minutes later, holding a midgardian book called ‘Romeo and Juliet.’ I began to climb down the extremely tall ladder, but it began to wobble, causing me to loose my footing. “oomph!” Was I dead? No, I couldn’t be. So how…? I opened my eyes and saw Loki holding me bridal style.

“You really should be more careful. You’ll get hurt if you keep being so reckless.” I’m sure in that moment, my face would put a tomato to shame.

“Thanks. Can you, uh, put me down now?” He set me down on the ground gently before going on his way. I found a chair in the room, sitting on it and beginning my book.

“Miss, dinner will be served soon. You’ve been requested by the sons of the household.” I looked up from my book at the maid.

“Of course. Would you mind showing me the way?” I asked.

“Not at all.”

Third person POV

That evening you sat under the covers on the guest bed, reading a book about constellations and midgard with a flash light. A knock on your door could be heard, but you were so caught up in the information that you didn’t hear it. The door creaked open, and a grumpy looking Loki walked in.

“I can see your light from across the hall, would you please go to bed?” He seethed.

You peeked out from under the covers and shone your light on him. “Sorry, but this book is really good!” He walked over and threw back the covers to reveal you and your book.

“You like Midgard?”

“Yes, it fascinates me! The constellations, their methods of buildings. Oh, my favorite era was the 1950’s!” You began to explain.

“Well one day, I’m gonna rule Midgard.” He grinned. “If you want, I’ll let you help me take over.”

“But we barely even know each other!”

“So? I’ll need a queen.”

You stared up at him and laughed. “Yeah, alright!”

The next day, you wandered down to the library with the large book, having agreed to meet Loki there last night. You heard girlish voices and a few deep chuckles coming from inside.

“Oh Thor, you’re so smart! Could you maybe help me with my homework?”

“Yes, me too?” Two girls sat on either side of Thor, pressing their cleavage up against him and looking ‘oh so lost.’ Loki sat across from them, back to you.

“Of course!” Laughed the blond. “I was always taught it is only polite to help ladies.”

You snorted and quietly walked behind Loki, throwing your arms around him.

“Hi Loki! Whatcha reading?”

“Hello princess (Y/n). It’s not of importance.” He shielded his book. You shrugged it off and sat down next to him and took out your book. The girls continued to press themselves onto Thor, and you could practically feel Loki’s annoyance of his brother getting all their attention.

“Loki, how do you say this?” You feigned stupidity. He raised a brow at you, but complied all the same.

“Eccentricity.”

“Right.” You said, bringing a finger to your lip. “And that means…”

“The measure of how an object’s orbit differs from a perfect circle. Eccentricity defines the shape of an object’s orbit.” He described. The girls eyes were now on him, and they whispered to one another. They got up from their current spots and shoved your seat away, sitting next to the black haired god.

“Wow Loki, you’re so smart!” Exclaimed one

“Yes, and handsome, too.” Said the other seductively. The boy began to bask in their attention, now ignoring you.

Looks like your plan worked too well.

Smiling sadly,you got up from the table and left the library, strolling through the gardens and occasionally meeting up with Thor throughout the rest of the day.

That night you slept soundly in your bed. That is, till someone shook you awake.

“What?” You groaned.

“Sh. I need you to come with me.” Loki whispered.

“Wh-”

“Just do it!” You were taken aback, but followed him all the same. He led you through the gardens into an open field where he sat down with a big book.

After a moment, you joined him in the wet grass.

“You said you liked stars, right? Well, that’s the constellation Orion, and that bright orange star is beetle juice. The one shaped like a pot is the Little Dipper, and if you look a little farther, you can see the Big Dipper.” He explained, pointing to each.

“Where’d you learn all this?” You asked, fascinated.

“The book I was reading earlier. Speaking of which, this is for you.” He slid you a large, leather bound book with gold lettering. “It’s all about Midgard and heavenly bodies. Thought you might like it.”

“Thanks!” He stiffened when you hugged him.

“You are very welcome.”

The two of you say like that for hours until you were falling asleep. He picked you up and carried you back to the castle, where he found two guards and his parents standing there.

“If you are going to blame someone, I’ll take it. I forced her out with me.” He explained sturdily. His parents sighed and Odin took the small sleeping girl back to her room. Frigga led Loki back to his.

Her words said, “We aren’t angry,”

But her face said “You’ve disappointed me.”

The boy didn’t sleep easily that night, knowing he was in trouble, and that he may have gotten his friend in trouble as well.

When he woke up the next morning, he found (Y/n) crying in the dining room as her parents punished her for her actions. He decided in order to no longer get her into trouble, he would keep away.

(Y/n) didn’t understand why he stopped talking to her out of the blue, but she did know that when she went home three days later, she was upset when he didn’t see her off.

“He didn’t even say goodbye!” She cried to her mother that evening, clutching her dress. The book he gave her sat on her bedside table, pages already worn from how many times she thumbed through it.

Her mother left the room not too long after, and the girl was alone once again, or so she thought.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you off. I thought you would be angry with me for getting you in trouble.”

The (h/c) haired girl looked up. “L-Loki?” She sniffed.

“Only a projection, but yes, it’s me.”

(Y/n) began to laugh. “You idiot! Getting in trouble is worth it when you have fun.” She explained.

He threw her a confused look before grinning. “So we can still be friends?”

“Of course! My family and I will be visiting again soon. Could you tell me more about Midgard?” You pleaded.

Loki gave a soft smile. “If you wish, princess.”

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A/N: Okay, let me say right now that I really like this request and I just really hope I can do it justice. Haha. Feel free to continue requesting imagines or drabbles!! :)

Prompt: @arianaamaris asked: Hi!! I just followed you! I really liked ‘Your Highness’ it was really well done. So I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, a Bucky X Reader where Bucky has an episode one day in his room when he starts to have nightmares and she runs in to help him. While she tries Bucky kinda hurts her and so to not hurt her tells her to get out of the room and she really doesn’t want to leave so she just sleeps curled on his shut door. Then he finds her and takes her in. Lol I’m sorry if it’s a lot!! Thanks!

A loud shout shook you awake from you peaceful sleep. Nightmares weren’t new to you. They weren’t new to anyone, especially after the recent of events. You’d known the team for close to four years, now and had officially been welcome to join the team two years ago. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as another shout sounded from the room next to you. You woke up more as you processed the shouts as Bucky’s.

You pushed the blankets off of you as you worried for Bucky’s safety. The two of you had been together for a few months and you’d witnessed a few episodes once or twice, but they never scared you. Bucky frequently worried that you’d run away after witnessing a particularly strong episode, but you never left. You’d always been around, always.

You walked into Bucky’s room and spotted him standing on the other side of the room. He was pacing around the room, looking for something. He had already thrown the table over and broke his window. You weren’t sure what to do, but you knew sneaking up on him wasn’t a good option. “Bucky,” you spoke, cautiously.

Bucky’s eyes whipped towards you, showing both fear and coldness. You’d never seen this look in his eyes and you were a little scared, but you weren’t going to run away. You stood your ground and watched as he winced. “Y/N,” he rasped. “Leave, it isn’t safe for you in here.”

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*internally screaming* SIRI KNOWS THE TRUTH!!!

Cold Feet (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

fluff. fluff. fluff

loosely based off an episode of how i met your mother bc i’ve binge watched it and its aMAZING 

this has female pronouns bc that’s how it worked out but pls bear in mind that most my work is gender neutral  

-Jazz

Prompt /song; none

Request; my own idea for once lol

Other characters featured; none 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 847

felix is also a totally fictional guy that I just came up with 

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(this gif actually kills me.)

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. Your white dress seemed to be the most eye catching thing on you right now. Your hair was done beautifully, your eye makeup made you feel like a model and the huge diamond on your ring finger was almost show stopping.

You wanted to get married. You wanted to find someone to spend your life with and have that special connection that seems almost extinct. 

But like all weddings, there was one minor detail the bride didn’t like. Usually it was the colour of the details on the cake, or the font of the name cards on the tables. 

It was only the groom that you didn’t like. Nothing horribly major, right? 

‘Shit.’ You murmured. ‘Shitty, shittity shit!’

‘Y/N?’ Your best friend called from outside the bathroom. ‘Are you getting cold feet?’ 

‘Nope! I’m good. It’s perfect!’ You over-enthusiastically replied.

You would have been over the moon to have a wedding like this.

If you were marrying Bucky..

You’d broken up with him nine months previous. But, due to your work and who you hung out with, you saw him most days and had become really good friends, despite the fact you’d dated for a year and a half.

You’d still been crazily in love with him when Felix asked you out. And when he asked you to be his girlfriend. And finally, when he proposed. And when he asked you to move to London with him. But you were as stubborn as they came, and didn’t think of leaving London and leaving Felix for Bucky until - Well, until he’d confessed his love for you.

At six this morning, after he’d flown from Brooklyn, may I add.

Let’s rewind.

You’d gone for a walk to clear your head - You knew wedding jitters were normal, but these weren’t jitters. These were urges to pack your bags and fly the fuck back to New York. Back home, to where your best friends were.

Instead, you were in Chelsea, London. A place where the subway was called the ‘tubes’, a place where it rained far too much and a place where Bucky wasn’t. 

You clenched your fists and marched down the street, under the dim brightness of the fading out street lights, as the rain slashed again your hair, sending chills down your shaking body.

‘Y/N!’ A familiar voice yelled.

You were imagining it. It wasn’t him.

‘Y/N!’ 

You hadn’t slept very well. It was your imagination, you told yourself.

However, when a cold, metal hand grabbed yours and pulled you back, you gasped.

‘Bucky?’ You spluttered, staring at the guy in front of you. His brown hair was disheveled from running, he looked exhausted. He’d come all the way from Brooklyn. ‘What are you doing-’

‘I love you, Y/N. I can’t let you marry him. You just have to come home-’

You stared at him in disbelief. He’d got on a plane, at 1am in New York time, to fly to London, and tell you he loved you. But the wedding was planned, Felix would be waiting and everyone was expecting you to be at the aisle in three hours.

‘Buck.’ You murmured. ‘I can’t. This has been planned. I can’t leave. I’m sorry. I love Felix.’

You didn’t want him to look so heart broken. You had to resist the urge to kiss him, and tell him you would get on the next flight home. To arrive in Brooklyn and hug your friends, and to just spend time with Bucky. Because you loved him. So why didn’t you say so?

‘I get it.’ Bucky murmured. ‘It was a long shot. But, at least I have an answer, right? It’s better than not coming and living the rest of my life not knowing what you would have said-’

‘Please don’t speak like that.’ You muttered, your voice breaking. ‘I have to get back to get my hair done. The wedding is at nine am, and I’m kind of shitting myself.’ You tried to laugh.

‘Good luck, Y/N. Felix is a lucky guy.’

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As it turns out, you will get some strange looks whilst walking through London Gatwick Airport in a huge wedding dress. And by some, I mean literally every person.

You didn’t remember much from the past hour. You had a brief memory of running, getting in a cab. The cab driver gave you a strange look, but you got to the airport with Felix’s stolen credit card. But you clearly remembered leaving your ring and a note behind.

‘Felix,

I can’t marry you. It wouldn’t be fair on you, or me. I can’t apologize, because I can’t be sorry for falling in love with someone  else when it’s not within my control. 

Good luck, 

Y/N.’

And now, you were dragging yourself through the airport, towards the flight desk. The the elderly hostess gave you an odd look, but then a sympathetic smile. ‘Can I help you, dear?’

‘Hi, yes. I’d like a standard ticket for the next flight that leaves for Brooklyn, please.’

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Forever and a Day [Bucky x Reader] Part 3/5

Forever and a Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Peggy x Steve

Rating: T/PG-13

No spoilers for Civil War. This takes place after The Winter Soldier.

Summary: You spent your youth as a friend to Steve and a lover to Bucky. But the three of you were not destined for normal lives and now the past has begun to catch up to you.

Tags: @thebestofoneshots @2muchcandygonnarotursoul

Notes: Thank you guys for your patience. This has been a hard week and I really appreciated all the support and condolences. 

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Waiting for word from Tony was almost physically painful for you.

For a long time, life had become routine and mundane. You told yourself you liked it that way. In truth, you simply accepted it as your fate. But now life was anything but boring, and you found yourself both terrified and thrilled at the prospect of change.

Steve wasn’t waiting to hear back from Tony. He and Sam were already hard at work chasing any lead they could find. You felt guilty not doing the same, but you had no leads and no other connections. Tony’s facial recognition tracking program was your best bet. If none of Steve’s leads panned out, then at least you could hold out hope that Tony would come through for you.

No matter if his mission had gone poorly that day or not, Steve made an effort to check in every day. Things were still a bit stilted between the two of you. There were a lot of hurt feelings on his side, you knew, but now was not the time to hash things out. Bucky was of the utmost importance, he was all that mattered.

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As I lay dying Avengers x reader (slight bucky x reader)

Okay, I’m really sorry you guys, this one is sad… So be prepared for feels. But after this I promise it’ll be back to happy, cuteness okay? @arfrona Warning: Reader death, sickness and cancer. Prologue: You were always the one person with the happy, carefree look at life, brightening any atmosphere with a smile and laughter. With Tony Stark as your older brother, you used your upbeat personality against his snarkiness and jokes, let’s not mention the sarcasm. Besides his hard to get along with others personality, you got along with your brother, for the most part, He knew enough to stay away when you were angry, it might result in a WW3, and he was touchy about his stuff. After the Avengers had come to live with them in the tower, You’d befriended all of them, you were easy to talk to and always cheered them when they had a bad day. It didn’t take long and they were treating you like their own sister. You were happy and carefree, never dreaming of trouble and heartache on the horizon. About 4 months after Loki’s attack on New York, You started feeling ill, and exhausted all the time. On a whim, you went to the doctor, and after many medical procedures, They told you had stage 2 lung cancer, and it was spreading. They set up appointments right there to start chemotherapy. You’d left in shock and tears, wondering how to tell everyone. In the end, you didn’t have to, five days after you been told you had cancer, you’d been retrieving something from the kitchen and had gone into a coughing and wheezing fit, and in a state of panic, your world began to spin and you weren’t prepared for the bout of dizziness, falling to the floor, still coughing and wheezing, spitting up blood from your harsh coughs. Tony immediately took you down to one of the Shield doctors on hand, where they told you what you already knew. Tony had been devastated, hugging you and trying not to cry, it was one of the few times you’d seen him so emotional and caring. He called the rest of the Avengers into the medical bay where you were resting and told them the news, and then there was more crying and hugging, and after that, your whole world changed. 3 years later… You’d been through hell and back, staying strong through all the chemotherapy, which made you even more sick and your beautiful hair fall out. You didn’t like wigs, they were itchy and made you depressed about your missing hair, so you wore a bandana instead. Through all of it the Avengers had been there with you, taking to to chemotherapy sessions, taking care of you when you were sick, making sure you could breathe, there’d been several scares where you couldn’t breathe or stopped breathing. Because of this, a tank of oxygen and a breathing tube became your best friends. After 2 years, you went into remission from it, and though you still had the oxygen tank and breathing tube, along with some of the original symptoms, you didn’t have to take chemotherapy, much to your relief. You stayed at Avengers Tower and your hair grew back, now a short, sort of pixie style, until it grew out fully. Now, after the big fight with Ultron, everyone was at the new Avenger base, in Upstate New York. You stayed there during the week and stayed at Avengers Tower on the weekends with Tony, who still fussed over you like a mother hen. Life was good, and you intended to enjoy it. Your P.O.V. It’d been a long day for you, helping Natasha out with the new recruits, you couldn’t fight, but something was better than sitting around being useless all day, and you did simple exercises and physical therapy. You’d lost a lot of weight and been so sick and you wanted to try and get back into shape. You felt tired and your coughs were stronger than usual, you figured they were just from exercising so much so you brushed it off and went to bed. About the middle of the night, your breathing became heavier and your coughs got worse. You curled up in your bed, pushing away the sheets as you try to breathe, You take deep breathes trying to alert Friday, whom Tony had installed at the base, to get help. “Friday… *gasp* g-get… help” You say, coughing as you taste blood. You close your eyes, “please, oh please don’t let this be a relapse” you think as you hear your door being opened and footsteps running towards you. “(Y/n)…” Steve said immediately picking you up and rushing you down the hall, down to the Shield medical ward. Natasha and the others met up with you and followed you there. As You began to drift in and out of consciousness, you could hear Steve shouting at the doctors and nurses and you left warm arms and were set on a gurney, there was more shouting and commotion, You breathes got heavier and the world around you was spinning and muffled, you couldn’t understand what was going on. An oxygen mask was placed over your face, somewhere far away someone called your name and then the world went black. When you woke up, Natasha was sitting next to you, and as you tried to sit up, She pushed you gently back onto the hospital bed. “Whoa there, take it easy” Natasha said “Nat… What happened? Did I relapse?” You ask, your voice hoarse from not being used. Natasha sighed and didn’t say anything, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “I’m sorry (Y/n), the doctors…” She was interrupted by the sound of your brother’s voice. “Where is she? Where’s (Y/n)?” His panicked voice floated down the hall, and the door opened and Tony was at your side in an instant. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry I wasn’t here, I got here as soon as I heard” Tony said fussing over you. “Tony, stop…” You say pulling his hand away as you cough harshly.  “(Y/n)? What’s the matter?” He asked looking between you and Natasha “Did I miss something?” He asks as a doctor enters the room carrying a clipboard. “Mr.Stark, I would sit down” She said, he gave her an odd look but did so. “(Y/n), I regret to inform you, but your cancer has returned, and it’s stronger and spreading  faster, it’s at stage 3” She said and then you broke down into tears, it hurt to hear it. Tony was holding you hand and choking back tears, it was happening all over again, only worse this time. You sat there and cried for a while before Nat left to tell the others. Tony turned to you, “(Y/n), you’re going to get through this, everything’s going to be okay” Tony said and you nod, but deep inside you knew you wouldn’t. After you were released from Shield medical bay, you were kept close tabs on by Friday, as well as the other Avengers when Tony wasn’t around and had to stay on the communal or your own floors to minimize your stress level, You could go outside or into the city but someone had to go with you. The week after you found out, you began chemotherapy again, shaving your head not long after your first treatment, donning a bandana to cover your bare head. The dose was stronger this time and it made you even more sick. You slept a lot and didn’t do much, even just walking up or down the stairs was exhausting. On top of that, you were constantly coughing and wheezing, along with a fever, more weight loss, and a constant chest pain that left you feeling worse for wear. About two months in, Sam and Steve found Bucky Barnes, Steve’s long lost best friend. He’d been brought to the base and put in rehabilitation and therapy, He had frequent nightmares and You woken up every so often by his screams. Tony had warned You to stay away, he didn’t want you to get hurt by Bucky, and had a talking to with Steve about him keeping Bucky away from you. One day, after you’d returned from a chemotherapy session, You’d thrown up several times and were laid out on the couch in the living room, a bucket and a glass of water beside you, along with your oxygen tank and Your body was covered in a thick, warm blanket. You were alone for the rest of the day, everyone was called out for a mission, but Maria, Jane, Darcy and if all else failed, Nick Fury himself were on call if you needed it. You lay there resting until you heard someone come in. Confused, you opened your eyes to find Bucky standing there, looking at you. You look up at him and decide to ignore your brother’s warnings, He looked tired and worn out. Not at all like an assassin. “Hi” You say waving your fingers at him, your hand felt too heavy to lift. “Hey…” He mumbled in reply and looked like he was about to leave when a wave of nausea hit you and you quickly grabbed the bucket next to you and hurled what was left in your stomach, which wasn’t much, and sat there dry heaving in front of Bucky. When it was finally over, You shakily stood up, pushing your sweaty hair out your face. You surprised to be gently pushed back and looked up to find Bucky kneeling next to you. “Let me” He said taking the bucket from your shaking hands and was gone before you could protest. He returned not long after with a clean bucket and two wet washrags. He wiped your face with one and placing the other on your feverish forehead, you supposed his instincts from taking care of Steve were kicking in. “Thank you” you whisper, grasping the glass of water and taking small sips as he nods. “I was going to watch a movie, would you like to join me?” You ask and he nods again. You pat the space next to you in the couch, and he sits, still tense and wary, though tiredness shown in his eyes. You decide on Tarzan and settle into the couch, your eyes glancing over to Bucky every so often. He was watching the movie with great interest and almost intensity like he can’t look away and he needs to remember every single bit of it. After the movie is over, You decide to try something. You sit up with some difficulty and scoot over to Bucky who was tapping his foot to the end credits music. You take his metal hand and he looks up, almost startled, but you continue, keeping eye contact with him as You slowly open his fist with your fingers and spread your hands together, palms flat, like Tarzan and Jane did in the movie. Bucky looks from you and your connected hands and gives the faintest of smiles. After that moment, every time everyone was gone whether on a mission or something else, You and Bucky would watch Disney movies together, swearing Friday to secrecy. About a month after this had been happening, all the Avengers were out on another mission and you’d been feeling especially sick, You and Bucky decided to watch The Fox and the Hound snuggled up on the couch. Since the first movie, you’d developed a special, delicate bond, using the Jane and Tarzan hands as greeting and farewell. Currently, You sat snuggled up on the couch, Your head on his shoulder, legs draped over his lap. You were exhausted and felt especially sick, and a movie with Bucky always helped. You laughed and smiled at the cute movie, watching sadly as the Widow Tweed said goodbye to Tod and the two friends were torn apart. Bucky seemed to be especially emotional, watching with sad eyes and remorse as they promise to be friends forever, no matter what and when Copper defends Tod from his owner Slade. You hugged him, understanding that it was hard for him, with Steve and his mixed up memories. After the movie ended, You fell asleep together on the couch, too tired to remember to keep it a secret. You woke up to the sound of Tony’s angry voice and Steve’s calm and reassuring one, Bucky’s arms pulled your body close to him and you snuggle into him, breathing in his scent. Opening your eyes, You found Tony and Steve in front of you, Tony looked angry and Steve looked confused and trying to keep the peace. “(Y/n), what are you doing? I thought I told you to stay away from him!” Tony said obviously angered that you’d disobeyed. “Tony, leave her alone, Bucky hasn’t done anything wrong” Steve tried to reason. They started to argue. You looked up at Bucky, who was still holding you close, a look of fear and protectiveness on his face. You give him a small reassuring smile, tucking back a piece of hair that fell out of his ponytail before turning to your brother and Steve. “Stop it, both of you, this was my choice, it makes me feel a little better, especially when I feel sick, in the past month-” “Month?!” Tony practically shrieked “Shush, let me finish, in the past month, Bucky has taken care of me when I was sick when everyone was gone, he watched movies with me and cheered me up. No harm has come to me, in fact, I think watching Disney movies calms him down. He needs a break too, he barely gets any sleep from his nightmares. When he’s with me, he usually falls asleep after and not once has he had a nightmare” You explain, taking a deep breath, talking a lot winded you. “But why are you in his lap? And why him?” Tony asked still obviously ticked off. “Because, I need and want comfort Tony, I’m sick if you haven’t noticed, I want comfort after I’ve been puking and running a fever, You wouldn’t know, You’re never around anymore! I’m with Bucky because he’s the only one around that seems to understand my pain and that I’m sick and need to be cared for. I don’t see you around when I’m throwing up after chemotherapy, which, by the way, is worse than the first time” You say taking a deep breath after your rant, obviously still winded and stressed. “(Y/n), I’m Iron Man, and Tony Stark, I can’t spend all my time with you, I’m busy” He replied trying to make a point, but You just shake your head at him, turning away. “Tony, you need to spend more time with your sister, she needs you” Steve said “Oh, like you know anything” Tony retorted and they started bickering again. You lay your head tiredly on Bucky’s shoulder, it was no use, your brother would never understand. Bucky stroked your cheek with his hand, and you looked up at him, flashing a small smile, he was still here for you at least. As you listen to the two argue, you feel a tightening in your chest, and it becomes harder for you to breath. You grip Bucky’s shirt, as your vision swims from dizziness. “Bucky, something’s wrong” You whisper and a look of worry, almost fear, crosses his features and He stands up abruptly, starting into a run as Your breaths become more labored. You can hear Tony and Steve behind you, yelling, footsteps pounding in your ears. Your world fades in and out as Bucky enters the medical bay, shouting for help, and You’re laid out on a gurney. In your dizziness, You reach for Bucky’s metal hand, spreading your hands flat, against each other before You’re taken away and your world fades to black again. This time when you woke up, You were hooked up to a lot of machines, needles poked into your body. You had oxygen tubes still, and you felt too weak to even push yourself up from the bed. Everything hurt, you’d never felt more sick in your life. The door opened and your doctor entered, slowly approaching you. “(Y/n), I’m regret to tell you this, but You’re at stage four, it’s spread at such an alarming pace, faster than we anticipated. There’s too much cancer, and no amount of radiation or chemotherapy will help. You have very little time left, the best we can do is make you comfortable as possible” She told you and You nodded slowly, too numb to react. She left and Tony entered not soon after, carrying flowers. “(Y/n)… I’m sorry… for everything” Tony said setting down the flowers and hugging you close. “It’s okay Tony… It’s not your fault” You say coughing as He lets go. He pulls up a chair next to you, taking your hand a sad look on his face. “Hey, it’ll be okay” You say quietly giving him a small smile, and He smiled back. You spent the rest of the day with Tony, talking and remembering, keeping your minds off of what was close at hand.   Over the next couple days, everyone came in and visited, all the Avengers, Maria and Fury, Pepper and Happy, everyone, except Bucky. Tony wouldn’t let him in, and when you heard you made a big fuss. “Tony, let him in, I don’t care if you don’t like him, I do, he’s my friend, now let him in or so help me I will pull out all my needles and walk out there and see him” You threaten as much as a deathly sick cancer patient could muster. “But (Y/n)…” Tony protested “Let. Him. In.” You say as you attempt to push yourself off the bed. “Okay, okay, I’ll go get him” Tony said with a huff of annoyance. You smile, You’d won the battle. Bucky entered soon after, he looked exhausted and there were dark bags under his eyes. He looked nervous and stood at the edge of your bed, avoiding eye contact, You supposed he was wary, You looked and felt more sick than ever. “Tony, can you leave us alone?” You ask and He looks like he’s about to protest but you stop him, “Please Tony?” “Fine, but no funny business” He said before leaving. You ignore him and turn to Bucky. “C’mere” You say and He walks over to you sitting down in the chair next to your bed. You take your hand and press it against his metal one, spreading them until they were flat against one another. “You’re going to die?” He asked and You nod, clasping your fingers with his. “I don’t want to leave you, but I have to go, it’s a part of life” You say and He nods. “I won’t be sick anymore, and I’ve been sick for awhile” You said looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I wish you could get better” Bucky said sadly, and you take his hand and kiss it gently. “Promise me, when I’m gone, You’ll keep watching movies, have Steve watch them with you… I’m sure he’d like that, I know it won’t be the same, but you’re not alone” You tell him, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “Okay, I will, I promise” He said “Good, now, do you want to watch Tarzan with me one last time?” You ask and he nods eagerly. So you spend your last day together watching Tarzan and relaxing, Bucky looked like he hadn’t slept in days.  As the movie ends, You’re both drowsy, so Bucky flattens his hand on yours, metal against skin, spreading your hands in goodbye before kissing your cheek gently and leaving the room. As you drift off to sleep, you’re surrounded by darkness, then a light appears and You’re pulled into it, and then the pain and sickness is gone. Epilogue: You died that night, in your sleep after a long, painful battle with cancer. You’d fought the good fight and now you were no longer in pain or suffering. Your funeral was held on a beautiful spring day, not a cloud in the sky. You were buried next to Your deceased parents, with an overwhelming amount of flowers on your grave. There wasn’t a dry eye during the service or at the cemetery. True to his promise, Bucky began watching movies with Steve, or anyone who was willing. Tony had a memorial wall built in your honor with pictures and videos. The Avengers as a whole started a Cancer foundation to help families who couldn’t afford to pay for chemotherapy and hospital expenses. Their lives went on without you, but they carried you in their hearts, memories of all the good and bad times together, you’d always be there with them. You were physically gone, but you lived on the hearts of those who love you.                              In loving memory of Carol G.