DA Chapter 19

Oh boy - there's soooooo many lol Thanks for the tag though @tvdspngirl314 <3

Let's see - uummmm - Series: Family Matters (SPN)

Devil's Favorite Daughter (SPN)

Worthy (SPN/Marvel)

Wedding Bells (SPN/Marvel)

A New Threat (Marvel/SPN)

One Shots: My Person (Marvel)

You Broke Me First (SPN)

What She Needs (SPN)

Broken Promise (SPN)

What I got (Marvel)

Summer Of Love (SPN)

It seems I need to find other fandoms to write for LOL I have a list of fandoms, I just seem to be stuck in these 2 at the moment :P

Not tagging anyone - but if you'd like to do this - Consider this your TAG! <3 <3

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @girl-next-door-writes

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Mechanic and Mistletoe Part 15

The Show Must Go On Chapter 7

Best Weekend of Your Life Chapter 8

Undercover Prologue

Undercover Chapter 1

Undercover Chapter 2

Heartbreak and Harmony Part 3

I have lots more ideas in my doc but they don’t have titles yet!

Tagging - @winchest09 @cockslut-padalecki @downanddirtydean @deangirl93 @jensengirl83 @smol-and-grumpy @thinkinghardhardlythinking @deanwinchesterswitch @waywardbaby @calaofnoldor @sams-sass @wonder-cole @chocolateheart @herstarburststories (I have tagged way more than I should have! 😂)

Finding Home Chapter 22

Chapter 21

Once in the training room, I don’t even bother prepping. I march right to the bags and just start hitting them. No pattern, no technique, nothing.

I am focused solely on getting out the frustration, these emotions I’ve been burying for so long, and just trying to clear my head.

The door is flung open with such force, and I know who it is before even turning around.

“I’m not in the damn mood Barnes.”

“How could you possibly fall in love with someone like me?!”

I look at him with confusion painted across my face, “what are you talking about?”

“I heard you, Petrova. I heard you talking to Natasha, telling her about us. Things you still haven’t explained to me. Now answer my question.” I can hear the slight growl in his voice, “how could you possibly fall in love with someone..like..me?”

“Bucky - just don’t.”

“I was dangerous! I was a monster, Marena!” The anger is apparent in his voice.

“You were not a monster Buck,” I growl in response. My tone and mentality in the situation mimicking his.

“You said, and I quote, ‘he killed with no remorse.’ How is that not a damn monster? How could you ever find it okay to fall for someone like that? You deserve so much better, Petrova!”

“I didn’t fall in love with you, Barnes!” I yell out. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself at least a little, “if you can call what we had love. I walked into, whatever it was, with you - my eyes were wide fucking open. I chose to take every damn step along the way. You had no control over yourself. That wasn’t you doing that stuff, and I knew it! I, on the other hand, had full control over myself. My actions, my choices, were mine and mine alone! If either of us is a monster, it’s me!”

I turn my back to him, quickly throwing a right hook and almost knocking the bag off its hook.

His voice softens, “You’re not a monster, Marena. You didn’t have a choice. You may have been more in control than I was, but that doesn't mean you had a real choice.”

“But it was still me. Right? Isn’t that what you told Rogers when he said damn near the same thing to you?” I narrow my eyes, glaring at him. “I’ve killed more people than you have. I’ve done things you can’t even begin to imagine. Through it all, I was never out of control. I was never triggered and forced to act.”

“You still couldn’t have said no. They would have killed you.”

“That’s just it, Bucky. As a kid, maybe I was stuck. But eventually, I was offered the chance to walk away. They offered it - but I chose to stay.”

I can see the confusion in his eyes. I squat down, resting my arms on my knees, my eyes focusing on a spot on the floor.

“I couldn’t bring myself to leave you there alone. It was clear how you changed when I was around. No one else ever noticed it, and I was glad for that, or who knows what might have happened. The thing is, they started to use you against me, Buck.”

“What do you mean? They found out about -”

“No. Not right away anyway.” I let out a heavy sigh before continuing, trying desperately to gather my thoughts.

“They realized that I would do pretty much anything if it meant you didn’t have to do it. It didn’t take long for them to utilize that and get me to do whatever they wanted — even convincing me to do some of the vilest things without having to trigger my dark side. All they had to do was threaten to send you instead. So that left me with two choices. I either left, leaving you behind, or stayed and did whatever they wanted.”

“You shouldn’t have stayed just because of me.” His voice is quiet, sad.

I chuckle a little, avoiding his eyes at all costs. “The Soldier said the same thing.”

“I am still that Soldier, Marena.” He crouches down in front of me, “you know Petrova. Whatever happened to me in Wakanda may have taken away my memories of you, but -”

“Don’t remind me, please.” I groan. “Not that it was all bad. Trust me; I’m glad you forgot the pain I caused you.”

“But…” he emphasizes, “they didn’t erase how you made me feel.”

I finally lift my eyes to meet his, revealing the glossed-over appearance. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what I felt before when we were together. If it was love, or what, but, the longer you’ve been in this Tower, the stronger the feelings have been, and I couldn’t explain them at all. Then that week we spent together on the mission? That was the first full week I’d had without a single nightmare.”

“Bucky…”

“Shut up.” He says softly, placing his finger over my mouth to shush me. “I couldn’t figure out why. I couldn’t figure out why the first night back, I woke up screaming. Later that same morning, with you in my arms as we slept, I never felt more…”

“...Home,” I whisper.

“Yeah.” He smirks a little. “I still don’t know how you could have ever -” I see the pain in his eyes. The confusion. The hope.

“Despite what you’re thinking, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about our past - except to spare you the pain - or our future.”

“What do you mean?”

“I believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do things we’d choose anyway. And you know what? I’d choose you,” I reach out, cupping his face in my hands softly, “in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.”

This time I didn’t bother holding myself back. Rocking forward, allowing my knees to quickly make contact with the floor that was just inches away, and I press my lips to his.

It has been a few days since Bucky had confronted me in the training room, and ever since, it is as if he can’t be out of my sight.

He will wait until he knows Steve is asleep each night and then sneak into my room. Climbing into bed, he’ll curl up and drift off to sleep. Even nights when I come in late, whether from a mission or a rare night out on the town, I find him asleep in my bed. He always manages to wake before Rogers, though, and make his way back to his room just in case.

During the day, he is always by my side. Whether I am cooking, training, or just relaxing with a movie, it doesn’t matter. He still makes sure to keep me in view.

He will ask questions here and there, but there is more to it. I know it, he knows it, I can’t get him to tell me what exactly is going on in his head, but I know there is something.

At first, his questions are typical, I suppose. Things like how long he was a winter soldier, was he really that heartless of a monster, stuff that he already knew, but wanted validation from someone who had been there.

Then his questions change. As I face the counter, making myself a cup of coffee one morning, I hear him slide into one of the seats at the island bar.

“Petrova, why did Hydra send me after you?”

I freeze. That isn’t anything Steve would have told him. He didn’t know, exactly. And I know I didn’t mention it, did I?

“What do you mean, Buck?” I turn to face him. Cautious but trying to stay relaxed.

“When you ran off, left Hydra, they sent me -well, the Soldier- after you. Why?”

“Ho-How, do you know they sent you after me?”

“I remember…”

I sure hope this is just an isolated thing. Please don’t let him remember everything.

“W-Well Bucky… I, uh…”

“Please tell me honestly, Petrova. Good or bad, I don’t care. It’s in the past. Just, please, tell me?” His voice held hope and worry.

I let out a heavy sigh. He is right; there’s no sense in lying to him. “I was your mission, Buck. They, uh, they sent you after me, so you would either kill me or bring me back to them. You had never failed, and they were determined to get me back.”

“Did I - Umm - Did I ever succeed?” The tone of his voice worries me. He is scared of the answer.

“You found me once.” I shrug, “kind of.” I chuckle a little.

“Kind of?” He raises a brow, questioning. I can see his demeanor relax a little.

“You were in the right country, wrong part. I found you instead. We talked, albeit briefly, and then I left again. As far as the Winter Soldier’s history goes, I was the only mission you ever failed. In part, because Hydra forgot I was the best they had, but also -”

“Because I loved you.” He whispers.

“Yea, Buck. At least a part of you did, I suppose.” I smile softly.

“Do you… Remember the last thing I said to you?”

“Of course I do.” I lean against the counter, looking down at my cup, avoiding his eyes as I repeat some of our conversation, “You said… ‘Ты мой дом, и мне нелегко его разрушить. Часть меня всегда будет твоей, моя прекрасная тьма. (You are my home and it is not easy for me to destroy it. Part of me will always be yours, my beautiful darkness.)’”

There is a pause, a deafening silence engulfing the room after I spoke the words. He reaches across the bar, lifting my chin with two of his fingers, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Моя тьма (My darkness)…” He mumbles. “Моя Королева Теней (My Queen of Shadows)…”

“Мой свет (My Light)…” I mumble in reply. “Мой солдат (My Soldier)…”

Those phrases. They aren't written in the diaries anywhere; I made sure of that. Bucky shouldn't know them. No one did.

Except, of course...

Chapter 23  - Masterlist - Tag List @lostinwonderland314

Overcoming Writer's Block

Write the bits you enjoy first

You enjoy writing the action, the environment the introspection? Go for it! Get that gold written down.

I really enjoy writing dialogue, my draft chapters read like a play with the thoughts and descriptive sections added in later.

Skip ahead to the parts of the story that excite you

This, this, this.

Stuck on a transition chapter? Skip ahead to one of the dramatic/fluffy/nsfw parts of the story that you have been head-cannoning about from the start. Not only will it keep you writing, it may remind you to include any foreshadowing you had in mind for earlier chapters and when you eventually get to your pre-drafted chapter you will love your past self when it's already half written.

Get in the right frame of mind

Put your playlist on, spend time visualising, look at the picture or prompt that inspired you. Whatever drives your muse reconnect with it and begin jotting your ideas down once more

Take a break

Sometimes a cup of tea will do it, other times you need a day. On occasion I've taken a week or more off just to breathe and recharge the batteries.

Look after yourself first.

It can be hard if you have frequent commentors or people really eagerly following your story, the pressure whether self inflicted or from external influences is real. But everyone else can wait. You write for you first, when and if you decide to share your work rest assured we'll all still be here cheering you on.

Xxx

Ch. 8

Chapter 7

It was hard to believe that Maura had been at the Tower for just over a year, even though she had only officially been a part of the team for a couple of months. She’d gotten used to working with the different team members and was comfortable enough around them that she didn’t feel like an outsider or anything any longer. Maura enjoyed the training sessions; they helped her keep a level head in battle and prevent things from going sideways. Which, given her assignment, was something she needed to keep from giving away anything more than what they already knew.

She had gone on a couple of brief missions sporting her new suit from Tony and looking the part of an Avenger. All the while, she kept a close eye on her teammates so that she could report back to her command with some sort of helpful information. That was put on hold for now, though. The team had a new mission that would need her full attention.

"Thor, what do you know about this Perrikus guy?" Fury questioned.

"Only that he is a god of power and an enemy of Asgard,” Thor answered.

"Why does it matter, sir?" Maura asked. Why do I recognize that name?

Fury crossed his arms over his chest. "Because Earth seems to have been lucky enough to have been chosen as his current stop. We were alerted three days ago, though we’re not sure just how long he has been here."

"I mean, the Avengers have stopped worse threats, right? Why is this one a big deal?" Maura asked curiously.

"This one is strong enough to defeat even me if I'm not careful, Lady Stark," Thor answered.

Maura frowned. She wasn't sure she liked where this was heading at all. "So, what is the plan then?"

"Well, to keep it simple for now, you, Tony, and Thor will go canvas the area. Make sure there aren't any civilians around that could be caught in the crossfire, as it were. Then we can make a plan for the whole team and take this guy out for good," Fury explained.

The team went about their tasks to get ready for the mission. Maura changed into her suit and met her brother and Thor at the hanger,  and got in the Quinjet with them.  As soon as they left the tower, Thor spoke up again. "Perrikus is a dark god, the opposite force of those of us from Asgard. He is the god of unlimited power and infinite energy. The last time we did battle, it took a great many of us to defeat Perrikus and the others."

Maura looked at him sharply. "What does he want, exactly?"

"To create war between us. To finally defeat all of Asgard."

"But what does he want with Earth specifically?" Tony interjected.

Thor shrugged. "That I cannot answer. No one has seen him in centuries. The Destroyer wiped out the dark gods, except for Perrikus and Adva, who managed to escape. Why he has chosen to resurface now is a mystery to me."

It didn't seem like much information to go off of, but still, it was better than nothing. After a few hours spent flying, they landed near the edge of an old abandoned town. The trio got out of the Quinjet and walked along the street, Thor scanning the area as they approached. He looked over at Maura, who looked just as curious as he felt. Looking behind her, Thor saw a pair of eyes staring straight at him in the distance. It was Perrikus. "We have company," Thor warned.

Maura turned and stood defensively in front ofThor, facing the figure, her hands out, ready for whatever this may turn into.

"Hello, Thor Odinson," Perrikus said calmly. His voice made Thor shiver involuntarily. Something about it gave him a chill. It seemed like Perrikus was mocking him somehow.

"Who are you?" Maura demanded. "Why are you here?"

Perrikus sighed. "You're too impatient for your own good, little bird," he replied condescendingly. "I am Perrikus. As you well know. My business here is of no concern to you."

Maura's eyes narrowed at that remark. She recognized him now, from her time with Hydra. He had seen her in battle, but the god had been more of a spectator ally, than anyone she would have actually worked with. Before she could say anything in response, Thor cut in. "It may not be her's, but it is mine. Midgard is under my protection, Perrikus. You have no business here."

Perrikus stared at him, then shook his head dismissively. Turning his attention back to Maura, "Come now, little bird, you must realize why I am here. Surely even you understand that we must strike when our enemies least expect it."

Maura didn't respond to Perrikus' words; and only kept her gaze locked on his. She could sense a strange kind of energy coming from the man. But she ignored the feeling, instead focusing on the being as a whole. Taking into account his size, missing arm, and the axe he held tight. "You're right. We should," she finally replied, quickly causing a whirlwind of sand and debris to kick up and engulf the massive god that stood before her.

Tony took to the sky while Thor and Maura kept to the ground. A battle quickly ensued. While Thor and Maura worked together, keeping Perrikus occupied, Tony flew above and around, waiting for his cue to strike. Tony began making the occasional attack to distract Perrikus, while Thor tried to use Mjolnir against him, but it was of little effect.

It didn't take long before things turned against the trio of Avengers and started to favor the dark god. Perrikus used each opportunity he had to throw Thor and Maura into each other with increasing violence. It wasn't pretty.

As per usual, Maura's mind was running a mile a minute with thoughts and scenarios. Her eyes were wide as she looked around frantically, trying to assess the situation. With every new blow, Maura watched with bated breath. Her heart beat so loudly in her ears that she could barely think. It was so loud and fast, almost drowning out everything else. She could only concentrate on the fight at hand, blocking each swing and move, hoping to find something that might give her an opening for action.

Thor threw himself at Perrikus but was tossed aside when he was struck by the axe. Meanwhile Tony was thrown hard enough from the air to crash through the wall of a small building, shattering the glass windows and inevitably bringing the entire building down on top of him, trapping him.

With her brother trapped, and the dark god lifting his axe in an effort to once and for all rid himself of Thor, Maura saw her chance. Before Perrikus could bring down his weapon, Maura thrust her hands out in front of her causing a hand to form from the dirt at his feet. She was visibly struggling to keep the shape and the strength it took to push against the axe. Luckily, Perrikus only had the one arm to wield the weapon, or she may have never succeeded.

The dark god's face registered surprise at having an opponent capable of stopping him for long enough to get past his defenses. He swung with the axe towards Maura, who ducked, moving behind him. Maura quickly grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, twisting it painfully backward, using the momentum to pull herself behind him. As soon as she was positioned just right, Maura pushed forward with all the strength she could muster and with a little help from her energy manipulation, knocked Perrikus off his feet and gave her a chance to get the weapon out of his grasp.

"Well done, little bird," the dark god chuckled as he rolled to his back. "You certainly have some spirit to you."

"I will give you one chance for me to spare you. You will leave now and never return to this world."

"Are you threatening me?" the dark god asked with an amused smirk playing across his lips.

"It's not a threat," Maura held the axe against the god's throat. She had yet to see her brother emerge from the rubble, and Thor was still lying on the ground not far from where she stood.

"Very well, little bird," Perrikus began, "However, if you insist on keeping the axe-" he pointed his remaining fingers, holding them outstretched, "-You shall pay dearly for it."

Before Maura could react, Perrikus brought his fingers together to create a fist and punched Maura square in the chest, causing her to release the weapon and sending her tumbling backward. In the blink of an eye, another being appeared and grabbed the arm of Perrikus, and as quickly as they had appeared, the two beings were gone.

Maura stumbled her way over to Thor and helped him to his feet. The two were bruised, and Maura was sure she had a broken rib or two, but at least they were alive. The pair quickly found Tony still buried in the rubble of the collapsed building, Maura's magic coming in handy to dig her brother out without causing more damage to herself. Tony's suit was badly damaged - which was to be expected - and he was unconscious, but he was alive and breathing.

Maura watched as Thor lifted her brother, suit and all, and started walking back to the Quinjet. Once inside, Thor placed Tony on the floor carefully before looking to Maura. "I don't know how you had the strength to do it, Lady Stark, but your brother and I owe you our lives. Thank you," Thor said gratefully.

Maura nodded, unable to think of a fitting reply. She just wanted to get them home safely.

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Finding Home Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Nick Fury stood in the small room, with four large screens overhead; a council member appearing on each.

“This is out of line, Director. You’re dealing with forces you can’t control.”

“You ever been in a war, Councilman?” Fury began. “In a firefight? Did you feel an overabundance of control?”

“You’re saying that this ‘Asgard’ is declaring war on our planet?”

“Not Asgard. Loki.” Nick corrected.

“He can’t be working alone,” the councilwoman spoke. “What about the other one? His brother.”

“Our intelligence says Thor is not a hostile,” Fury reassured, “but he’s worlds away. We can’t depend on him to help, either. It’s up to us.”

“Which is why you should be focusing on Phase 2,” the first councilman spoke again. “It was designed for exactly this…”

“Phase 2 isn’t ready. Our enemy is,” Nick interrupted. “We need a response team.”

“The Avengers Initiative was shut down.”

“This isn’t about the Avengers,” Nick stated flatly. He was growing tired of their politics.

A third councilman spoke up briefly, “We’ve seen the list.”

“You’re running the world’s greatest covert security network, and you’re going to leave the fate of the human race to a handful of freaks.” The first councilman was unimpressed by Fury’s line of thinking.

“I’m not leaving anything to anyone. We need a response team. These people may be isolated, unbalanced even, but I believe with the right push, they can be exactly what we need.”

“You believe?” the councilwoman questioned.

“War isn’t won by sentiment, Director.”

“No, it’s won by soldiers,” Nick stated.

Sitting quietly in a small town somewhere in the southern United States, staking out my latest assignment, my phone began to ring.

“What is it?” I ask flatly, not even looking at the device. A large part of me wanted nothing to do with the person on the other end. I am a woman of my word, though.

“We need you, Petrova. We’re at war and need all the help we can get.”

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Epilogue

Chapter 15

Five years ago, Maura walked away from Hydra for good. She never imagined that, after everything, the Avengers would welcome her back as one of their own. But here she was.

She worked hard to rebuild a friendship with everyone on the team. She enjoyed spending time with Nat and Wanda when they were off duty, thanks to their shared histories with Hydra; she had even grown fond of Steve and Sam. The two had taken her under their wings like an older brother would a younger sister, despite her being a few years older than Sam. Her work in the lab provided plenty of opportunities to spend time with Tony and Bruce, too.

Maura’s relationship with Morgan grew as well. She watched her niece grow from a small girl into a teenager. They shared a lot of the same interests, both having similar personalities. It was easy for them to talk for hours, and sometimes they didn’t need words at all. When they needed it most, they could just hear each other speak.

Nothing could have prepared her, though, for the relationship she formed with James Barnes. Their connection was more profound than any she shared with the others. He was the only one who truly understood what she had gone through. As the weeks, months, even years went on, she and James grew closer each day.

Their relationship eventually took on an intimate nature, something Maura had not experienced before with anyone else. Sure, she had flings in the past, but they were never like this. There was never love involved, no romance, no feelings of passion, attraction, or anything. With Bucky, however, Maura found all those feelings and more. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. She felt loved. She felt wanted.

Sitting on the couch, the main room of the penthouse of the Avenger’s Tower aglow from the holiday decorations, surrounded by friends and family, Maura knew there was no place she’d rather be. Everything in her life, she now knew, had happened for a reason. It had happened to lead her to who she had become and to where she was now. To a place where she finally felt whole, complete, and free. Where she finally felt content.

Resting a hand on her growing belly, Maura looked around at everyone as they opened gifts, laughing and having fun together. This is where she belonged. This is where she is supposed to be. And she couldn’t be happier.

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Ch. 7

Chapter 6

The Avengers Compound had a lot of security. There were cameras, guards, alarms, and sensor systems around the perimeter to keep out intruders and any other threats. Maura got through it all and found a place to park. She pulled her hood over her head as she exited the car and made her way into the building. She wore her regular clothing since she wasn’t instructed to arrive in anything else and was ready to show Fury everything she had to offer to S.H.I.E.L.D..

When Maura walked into the training room, she was a bit nervous. She had no idea what to expect, and she didn’t know what was in her file with S.H.I.E.L.D. to be able to judge just how much they knew about her gifts. She stood with her hood up and her hands behind her back, hiding her face in the shadows.

“Maura, please step forward,” Nick said as he entered the training room.

Maura walked to the center of the room, slowly lowering her hood as she went.

“I just need to see you prove to us that you can handle the gifts you have and can be a good addition to the team,” Fury explained.

“Director Fury, I know I can handle whatever you may have to throw at me,” Maura said, remaining calm and confident. She was ready for anything that she would face when she joined the Avengers.

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Finding Home Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Natasha stands in the middle of the room, waiting for the two men to leave before turning to face me.

“Sorry about outing you like that,” she says innocently.

“It’s fine. Tony would have found out eventually anyway.”

“So?”

“So?” I look at her with a raised brow.

“You and Barnes?” She smiles.

“Not happening, Nat.” I laugh.

“Oh, come on. You can tell me anything! We’re best friends!” she whines.

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Just Another Night

Characters - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Y/N

Pairing - Bucky x Y/N

Summary/Request - A night out to unwind after a busy week, Tony decides to place a bet against Bucky. Little does he know, Bucky was prepared.

Word Count - 1,077

Warnings - Language (minimal), Fluff (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on the song “Just Another” by Sammy Arriaga

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The bar was loud, but Tony had - of course - reserved a large corner near the door to the patio just for them. Bucky sat at the table with the rest of the Avengers team, laughing along as they all joked.

Thor had brought in alcohol for himself & the super soldiers, so they would all be able to unwind and relax just as the others can with the ‘mortal beverages’ they usually serve.

After, admittedly, one too many drinks, Tony decided to push Bucky just a little. “So, Barnes, when are you going to bring a female friend back to the tower?”

“Stark!” Natasha piped up.

“What?! It’s just a question,” he defended.

“What business is it of yours, Tony?” Steve questioned, knowing how shy and reserved his friend had become.

“I bet you’re too shy to even talk to a girl anymore, huh, big man?” Tony continued.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Stark.” Bucky quipped.

“Oh? Really? How about you prove it then?” Tony laughed in reply.

“Fine,” he shrugged.

“See that beautiful girl at the bar? The one with the whiskey glass on the end?” Tony nodded toward the bar where you sat, ignoring the commotion around you.

He looked at the girl and then back to the table. “I bet you fifty bucks you won’t walk over and get her number,” Stark pressed.

Steve just shook his head while the rest of the group chuckled and taunted Bucky.

“You don’t have to do it, Buck,” Steve offered sympathetically.

Bucky quickly finished the rest of the drink in his glass, “It’s fine. You’re on Stark.” He set the glass on the table, sliding his chair back and slowly sauntering over to the bar where she stood.

He leaned on the bar next to you, smiling softly. “Hey doll, what brings you here tonight?”

“Just enjoying an evening out,” you smile back with a cautious glance to the table he had come from. “What brings you over here?”

“Well, my friends there,” he nods toward the table where they were all sitting and watching, “bet that I wouldn’t walk over here. So, if you could play along for just a minute, maybe? Take my phone here,” Bucky pulled out his phone and set it on the bar. “Fake some digits or something; they’ll never know.”

“I suppose I can help you out, but last I checked, you already had my number,” you give him a sly wink.

“They don’t know that, though.” He chuckled, “besides, I have a plan. Let’s walk by the table as we stroll out to the patio; maybe you could let me hold your hand?”

Bucky offers his hand to you. Finishing the drink in your glass, you gladly take his hand and follow him to the patio. He holds the door open for you, and as you walk passed you reach up and plant a soft kiss on his lips. You chuckle a little to yourself as you see him glance at the table and smirk.

“You know, they are going to be pissed.” He smiled, “They wanted a number, but I got a kiss.”

You laugh, “Well, like I said. You already had my number, so it didn’t seem fair to leave you with nothing.”

Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you in close, placing a feather kiss on your forehead. All the Winter Soldier stories talked about how rough he was, how strong and fierce, but the person you knew was soft. He was the person you could turn to in the darkest of times and know that he would hold the light steady until you found your way again.

“I feel like I should have had a pick-up line to use,” he smirked. “Make this just like any other Friday night like back in the day.”

“I prefer you without the 40s suave demeanor. I love the Bucky that you are now; all the flaws, scars,” you run your hand carefully down his arms - fingers delicately dancing over the grooves of his left. With a bit of cheek, you add, “And muscles.”

He breathes a laugh, and the two of you lean into each other, his lips brushing yours softly, delicately, like butterfly wings flitting. The embrace was just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin. The taste of your deep red lipstick still lingering even after your part.

“What do you say we go back in,” Bucky had a sudden boost of confidence, “and finally introduce you to everyone?”

With a small touched smile, you felt warmth flood your chest.

He takes your hand and leads you inside again, this time stopping at the table. He takes his seat and pulls you to sit on his lap - the smile never leaving his face as he glances at all the blank stares and dropped jaws around the table. “You owe me fifty Stark.”

“Bucky - be nice,” you laugh.

“Uh, Buck?” Steve inquired, not able to help but look you up and down as you sit on the lap of his friend.

Sam, Thor, Tony, and even Natasha couldn’t help but look you up and down, a bit surprised that Bucky would have the confidence to talk to someone like you, let alone start dating you. Instantly.

"And you are?" Sam exasperatedly finally broke the silence.

"This is Y/N," Bucky offered, "We’ve been seeing each other for a little while now and figured it was time she met all of you."

"So you knew who she was and took the bet anyway?! That's bullshit Barnes," Tony scoffed.

"I think it was genius on his part," Nat snickered. "Pay up, Stark. He won fair and square."

Tony grumbled as he tossed a fifty-dollar bill at Bucky.

"Good for you, Bucky," Steve gripped his shoulder, "It’s good to see you genuinely smile again." He looked at you sitting on the other side, offering a hand he said, "It’s nice to meet you, Y/N."

"It's nice to meet all of you too, finally.” You took his hand, reaching awkwardly over Bucky. “He speaks so highly of all of you, and it's good to put real faces to names."

"Well,” Nat snipped kindheartedly. “I, for one, am just glad to have another girl join the mix.” She grinned. “Even if it is just the feared winter soldier’s girlfriend." Nat’s grin grew into a warm and welcoming smile.

For unusual asks

Spotify, SoundCloud or pandora?

Apple Music 😂

But between these 3 — I use Spotify more often than the others 😊