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Nightmares. (Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier Imagine)

I haven’t done a Marvel imagine before so bare with me. 

I hope you enjoy!

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You possessed a special ability that let you look into people’s possible futures and pasts. Before meeting the Avengers, you had no control. You’d just touch someone or look into their eyes and see their future or past. You’d feel their pain of a loss or their end. But over the months, you’ve gotten a better grip of your power. Now, all that was needed to activate your powers was a touch.

Except when nightfall came. Your mind would replay all the terrible things you saw. If someone saw their parents getting murdered and you saw that event unfold through their eyes, you would be haunted by the moment at night. You couldn’t control it once your eyes closed and you were sent into a slumber. 

But Tony and Bruce came up with special medicines that would help you sleep aimlessly. It made you feel like a mental patient but if a goodnight’s sleep is the benefit, you were willing to pay the price. 

Bucky would often have night terrors about his days being held in Hydra. He wandered around the tower to calm his nerves until one night he found your bedroom door wide open. Bruce walked out and gave him a small smile before disappearing into his own room. Curiously, Bucky entered your room and found you calmly asleep on your side, clinging onto what seemed like a bear. 

He noticed the bottle of pills that was at your bedside table. He was about to steal some pills, in hopes of helping himself sleep as well, but he found himself entranced by your calmness. He’s seen you walk around the tower in the day time, you were always uptight and careful not to make contact with anyone. To see you calm at night somehow calmed him. 

And so every night Bucky needed to be calmed down, he found himself sitting next to your bed and watching you sleep. 

One day, everything seemed to be alright. You were all discussing random matters. The team were getting into playful arguments and you had muttered something sarcastic that only Wanda caught. She laughed and hit your knee playfully. You were instantly sucked into the moment her brother, Pietro, died. Wanda had actually felt the bullets penetrate through her brother and you felt Wanda’s emotions flood through you. 

Bucky had been watching you carefully. He saw how your eyes widened slightly as they turned a bit glossy and then he nudged Steve and nodded your direction. Steve went up to you and noticed how stiff you became. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You looked into his blue eyes and all you saw was his doomed future. 

He was walking up what seemed like a capital building when a single bullet flies through the air and pierces his heart, leaving him for dead. 

“I’m fine.” You lied. “Just tired. I’ll go to my room and rest.” Before you left, you turned and told him,. “Stay away from capital buildings, Cap.” 

The rest of that afternoon you attempted to calm yourself. Bruce had told you not to say anything about the future because you could cause a ripple in the timeline, but you couldn’t just let Steve die like that. 

That night you were restless, Bruce stayed with you until you fell asleep. It was already 1:56 am and Bucky was already on his way to your room. Bruce was leaving her room. “She’s a little restless and upset.” Bruce informed the soldier. “Might be best if you found a different way to calm yourself for tonight.” 

“I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.” Bruce dismissed Buck and allowed him to stay in there for a little bit. He was no position to argue, he was completely tired. 

Most nights, you were completely still but tonight you were frantically moving around. Your bear had been pushed off the bed and had face planted into the floor. Bucky picked in up and put it by you again. He’d hum a tune of a Russian lullaby in an attempt to calm you. 

As the hours passed, you became more still. Bucky was about to get up and leave, feeling calmed himself until you sat up straight and screamed. You looked at Bucky in surprise. “What are you doing here?” 

“I watch you sleep sometimes when I have a nightmare.” He confessed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nightmares.” You deadpanned and reached for another pill until the Winter Soldier stopped you. “What the hell, Buck?” You snapped, quickly moving your hand away from his. 

“One pill a night. It says it on the label.” Bucky explained. “Wouldn’t want to overdose now would you, doll?” 

“I need to sleep, Buck.” You sighed, putting your head in your hands and then you grabbed your bear. 

“Why do you sleep with a bear? Aren’t you too old?” He joked, cracking a smile. 

“Funny, coming from you.” You laughed. 

“Scoot over.” Bucky said. You shook your head frantically. 

“I don’t want to-I’ll see.. Buck, no!” You panicked and then he held out his wrists to you. You gave him a weird look. “What?” 

“I used to have nightmares about jumping out of planes.” He explained. “Then I did it. Now I’m not afraid. I’ve noticed how you refuse to touch people. I get it. You’re afraid so you have nightmares about your visions. But sometimes, you have to face your fears.”

You gave him an unsure look before grabbing onto his wrists. You were prepared for the war and the Hydra brainwashing sessions but you were unprepared to see a wedding. It was pure and white and gorgeous. Bucky was watching as his soon-to-be wife walked down the aisle and you smiled slightly when you saw that you were the woman in white.

You let go of his arms and smiled at him which he returned. You scooted over and the two of you talked all night long.

The next morning, Bruce would come and wake you up. When he opened your door and saw you snuggled up next to Bucky, he couldn’t help but smile and get the other avengers. 

After that night, you and Bucky would share a bed and just talk then wake up next to each other. Soon, you finally embraced your abilities. You knew that you couldn’t have done it without him. You looked at him while he slept, you were slowly drifting away too. 

“It all started with those damn Nightmares.”

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 😍

I Can’t Find My Cat

Request: Prompt number 2 with Peter Parker CA:CW? Thank youuuuu! 😘

Prompt: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note: y/c/n means your cat’s name

Peter was woken up by a light tapping on his window.

“Peter, open up. I need your help.” Peter jumped out of bed when he heard how worried you sounded. He rushed to the window and opened it up.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

You climbed in and began to pace around Peter’s small room and said, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat. Can you help me?”

“That’s what you risked waking up Aunt May for? She’d kill you if she found out you climbed up 6 stories to find me, and then she’d kill me for letting you.” This caused you to stop pacing around the tiny room and you looked Peter in the eyes.

You crossed your arms across your chest and said, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I will, just let me get changed and then we can leave” , Peter sighed and added, “through the front door.” You smiled and sat down on his bed and waited for him to get his clothes on.  When he was done the two of you headed out.

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The Suck-Kovian Accords

I can’t seem to put Civil War out of my mind so I had to type out this quick one shot. Imagine your dating Steve, when the Sokovian Accords are announced. You don’t know if he is right by not signing and you’re not sure if you agree with your father, Tony Stark either. Just a quick, spoiler free Civil War imagine! :D (And yes Sokovian is spelled wrong in the title on purpose.)

It was late at night, most of the Avengers had retired to their rooms, but you couldn’t sleep. The Secretary of Defense had left the compound hours ago and yet the videos he’d played for the team were still flashing through your mind’s eye. Your thoughts turned to Sokovia. You had seen so much destruction in the name of justice. Wanda had even lost her brother. To make matters worst the Scarlet Witch still felt guilty for the most recent incident with Crossbone.

There was certainly enough evidence for the UN, and Tony, to convince the team to sign the Sokovian Accords. Still, there was this feeling you couldn’t shake. Maybe there was some validity to Steve’s side of things too. Civilians didn’t understand the types of difficult choices that faced masks like the Avengers everyday. Was it really the right choice putting so much trust in a suit and tie who could barely comprehend the gravity of their power? There was clearly no correct answer you decided as you drained your coffee cup down to its bottom. 

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The Magic Feat

Request:  Bucky x reader please :) They’re friends but have feelings for each other. When they’re watching a film reader takes her bra off under her shirt & he’s amazed. She can’t believe he’s impressed given all the things he can do. Fluff to end please.

Word Count: 1,402

Contains: Fluff and a baffled Bucky. Cuteness all around.

A/N: Fluffy Bucky for you all! Hope you enjoy :) 

Bucky stepped into the living room, concern in his eyes. “Where’s everyone?” he asked you.

After muting the television, you swallowed the bite of cereal you had been chewing on before replying. “They’re on a mission.”

“And they couldn’t have told me about it?” Bucky’s voice was laced with annoyance.

You scoffed. “They don’t need to report everything to you, Barnes.”

“I know, but I’d like to know where they are,” he huffed out. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bucky?”

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Peace in the Rain

Prompt - I saw this and found myself picturing T’Challa in the rain. So this is a little drabble where you are comforting T’Challa in the rain for my T’Challa feels. (630 Wds)

Pairing - T’Challa x Reader

Warnings - None

The sky looms above you, angry and weeping, it’s thick fat tears decorating your skin and seeping into your clothes. He stands at the edge of the balcony, looking over the waterfall. Walking up behind him, you wrap yourself around his bare waist, the hard ridges of his muscles are slick with the rain. He clasps a hand over yours, squeezing gently. 

“You are getting wet, my love”. His rich, smoky voice pulling a shiver from you. 

“So will you, Your Highness.” You smirk against his back at that, knowing he is likely doing the same. In truth you were one of the few people who did not treat him like a King, but like his own man. Granted you worshipped him, but in a whole different way to his subjugates. 

He turns in your arms, one arm slipping around your shoulders and the other cupping your face, his long fingers disappearing into your hairline. His eyes are heavy with emotion as they land on yours. You didn’t often find him like this, but when you did you knew it was best to let him talk to you on his own terms. He was duty-heavy and it ensured his own emotions were locked up tight, stored away until they bubbled up in moments like these. He sighed, deep and weary. 

“I almost killed an innocent man.” His voice catches slightly at the end and the small sound alone sends a wave of pain to your own heart. 

“Chal, you didn’t know he was innocent. Besides, you already righted that wrong. Bucky is healthy and safe, thanks to you.” You raise your hand to cover his, and very softly add “And you didn’t kill Zemo." 

"My father would be disappointed in my behaviour. I did not honor our ways.”

“Baby, hey. You were blind with grief. He would understand. And he’d be proud of every single thing you’ve done since Siberia." 

You turn and place a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. 

 “Your father was a good man T’Challa. To his core. The only thing that he would be disappointed in is that you haven’t forgiven yourself yet. Your hate did not consume you, you let it go. You did the right thing. So please, forgive yourself, learn from it, because it is going to eat you alive.” 

He stares at you, lost for words for once. You watch, and wait, hoping this time will be the time it sticks. Your words resonate with him, and you see the change in his face when they do. 

“You are right my love, as always. What would I do without you? Hmm?” He pulls you tight against him, hand cupping the back of your head as he lays a delicate kiss on the top of your head. 

You tip your head back to look at his face, inspecting it for any traces of lingering guilt or self doubt. He takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. Your mouths meet unhurried, tongues dancing a perfect symphony of love and hope. You pour everything you have into it, every single ounce of love you have for him and he does the same. The raindrops run heavy down your face and it feels like they are cleansing your soul. You break the kiss to gulp down air, the smile dancing across your face is mirrored in T’Challa’s.

“What were you doing out here anyway?” You’re genuinely curious as you take deep shuddering breaths. 

“I find peace in the rain.” You smirk a little at the roughness of his voice is, clearly not unaffected by that searing kiss.

“I thought cats didn’t like the rain?” He laughs a deep booming laugh that makes your heart leap and stutter, before scooping you up.

“You are trouble. But you are my trouble.”

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Name: Ilyes Age: 18 Country: France Hello everyone My name is Ilyes, and I’m a french boy. I want a penfriend to improve my english and discover a new personality Preferences: Ages: 18+, Gender: any

Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.