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Obscene Behaviour || b.b & s.w

Platonic relationship with Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson and a new mom!reader

Summary: Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you slip your nip out to feed your newborn. Warnings: public breastfeeding (let's normalise it please), bullying WC: 624

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“Wow, look at you.” Sam gushed as he took a seat at the table you were waiting at. “You are absolutely glowing! How’s everything going?”

“Thanks, Sam.” You grinned as he gave you a kiss on the cheek and stole your newborn from your arms. “I’m still adjusting. It’s weird seeing you guys on the news and not being out there in the action.”

“You got something more important now.” He said, gently bouncing your baby boy in his arms and swapping to baby talk. “Isn’t that right, little Sammy?”

“His name is James.” Bucky argued as he arrived and gave you a hug before he took the third seat at your table.

“You’re both wrong.” You laughed as they began to argue with each other until you grabbed the birth certificate from your handbag and placed it between them. “His name is Steven Anthony Y/L/N.”

“No way.” Sam grinned. “That’s a big name to live up to, little man.”

“If anyone can, it'll be him.” Bucky smiled as he grabbed a chubby toe and tickled it. “You doing alright, mama?”

“Could do with a few more hours of sleep a night but I think we are doing pretty good.” You said before a yawn broke out at the mention of sleep.

“We can have him for a night if you need some rest.” Sam offered and Bucky’s head snapped to him with wide eyes.

“We can?”

“I’m not doing it alone.” Sam chuckled. “I’m not as brave as y/n.”

“You might find it a bit difficult, unless you can breastfeed?”

“Last time I checked…no.” Sam said with a shake of his head and looked at Bucky.

“Don’t look at me, these are pure muscle.” He said with a wave over his chest.

As if your infant understood the talk about breastfeeding, he began to cry and you took him back so you could open the discreet slip on your shirt, latching him on. Neither man bat an eyelid as you fed your bub but you could feel a pair of eyes on you and looked around to see a middle aged man staring at your chest. Bucky turned as he saw your eyebrows pinched and his own eyes hardened.

“Hey, you got a problem?”

The man jumped at Bucky’s harsh voice but he recovered quickly and looked down his nose at you. “Some of us are trying to eat here, not be subject to pornographic, obscene behaviour.”

“Pornogr- what the hell is wrong with you, man?” Sam asked seriously. “Some people are trying to eat, including her baby.”

“You don’t see us trying to stop you from stuffing your pie hole.”

You watched with amazement as they both ripped into the man who was turning redder by the second.

“I could see her nipple. It was offensive and distracting.” He gupped as more people were tuning into the conversation.

“I can see your cutlery, I don’t find that distracting.” Sam laughed. “It’s just a nipple, how about not sexualising it, then you shouldn't find it so distracting.”

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and sat back in his chair as a few bystanders began to pull their phones out and Sam took his shirt off next.

“Oh my god, what are you two doing?” You laughed as they turned their seats around to face the man.

“Distracting him.” Sam smirked. “Look at all these pornographic nipples.”

Bucky smiled at one woman that looked just his type and pointed to his chest. “Is this offensive to you ma’am?”

“No, sir.” She giggled before turning to the man. “You should be ashamed of yourself, if you have the right to eat in a public place, so does this beautiful wee baby.”

From Heartbreak To Happiness Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Set after the Avengers bring everyone back from the Blip. AU in the fact Nat survives and Steve doesn’t leave. You once loved Steve but when he fell in love with another woman you had to learn how to move on. Enter Bucky. Loving him was easy and trust was built but life couldn't be perfect all the time and you had to face some hard truths before you find your happy ever after. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, smut, fluff, alcohol, pregnancy, injury, birth Word Count: 8.9k Status: COMPLETE

Part One: Closure ⨮ ➴ Steve has moved on but you need your closure.

Part Two: Absolution ⨮ ➴ Steve retires and you are invited to his ceremony.

Part Three: Resolution ⨮ ➴ Set 18 months before the ending of Absolution when lies are told and truths come out but will you and Bucky make it together and find a solution.

Part Four: Nirvana ⁂ ➴ Pregnancy, birth and a superhero down, will this be your best or worst day?

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff

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Dreams of Wolves and Light | Geralt x Assassin!reader

Description: When a misunderstanding leads to you having to fight a Witcher of all people, you encounter the last person on the continent you’d ever expected to.

Length: 3.5k

Trigger Warnings: fighting, blood, aggression, swearing?,

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Note: I am heavily basing my character design/backstory off Assassin’s Creed lore so its abit of a cross over. I am in love with both of the games so I felt abit of a crossover would be interesting.

Your mother. That was all you could smell. It brought you a comfort you hadn’t known in decades, the sweet scent of her hair oils filling your senses like a soft kiss to your face; that was the first sign you were dreaming. Nothing in your real life was so gentle as this anymore.

“Mother,” You heard yourself ask, not in the adult tone you knew by now, the one rugged with the scars of growing up. No, this one was young, tiny. Innocent. You barely remember being this age. “What did the seer mean, that thing she said about my destiny?” You asked curiously. You couldn't have been older than five.

This was a memory, you were certain of it, though the edges were blurred with the mirage of sleep, marred with the curse of losing one's memory as a long time passes. It was so dark in this dream, the image of Mother all but a shadow. You felt your hands run through her long hair, the trellises as soft as ever. You knew she was dead, but this all felt so real.

A honeysuckle laugh met your ears, calm and liquid: “You shouldn’t worry about destiny just yet, sweet pea. It’ll make sense someday,”

Your voice, your real voice, called for her in your slumber. It was perhaps this loud noise or the rumble of speaking in your chest that started to wake you, but it didn’t stop you clinging to the dream that bit tighter.

“But what did she mean? I don’t understand, there’s no wolves around here, are there Mama?” You heard yourself questioning frantically.

She simply chuckled again, and you felt a soft stroke of a mother’s touch on your forehead, soothing your qualms about what the seer had predicted for your future.

“Hush, pea. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” She soothed. You felt the cold of the outside, the real world, calling you home as she began fading into the deepest part of your mind once more, “Now enough talk of light and wolves and other such nonsense. It’s time you slept, little one,”

And yet, in a horribly ironic turn, it was then that you awoke.

The feeling of the scratchy, cheap sheets of the bed grounded you, finally bringing you out of your solemn reminiscence of that day, along with the horrid realisation your feet were practically like ice under the thin duvet. Your eyes scanned the room for the culprit of your discomfort until your eyes snapped on it. The window was open, letting a biting cool breeze nip at your skin.

You sighed, sitting up from the bed with a groan of effort. Yesterday’s journey had been particularly exhausting and your muscles were paying the price for it.

You thought about your dream as you packed up your things to travel once more, and took a deep breath of sourness as you exited the tavern and began climbing up a nearby church steeple to survey your area closer. You took little notice to a few townsfolk below you gasping as you expertly scaled the tall tower, as if your hands were made of hooks. There was no trickery needed, you simply had years of practice. It’ll make sense someday, the soft voice reverberated around your head tauntingly, and you gave another bitter sigh.

Because your mother had lied. She had died, and yet you still had no clues to what the seer’s vision meant. It had taunted you for years since she had passed, each turn of the phrase in your head as riddling as the last. Her old croak of a voice had uttered such an illusion to you, one you would never forget as long as you would live until you found the answer you wanted.

Dear Child, she had said, The wolf and the pup will guide you to the light or drag you to the darkness.

Your eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of someone travelling through the woods, just as the target you were here to kill supposedly had been for the past three days.

Your brotherhood had informed you of a cloaked figure moving between towns in the area, said to be slaughtering villagers in the night like some human shaped grim reaper. But the villagers weren’t just chosen at random, they just so happened to be informants for your creed, those who had happily given you and your brotherhood information over the years about your targets.

You called them the Keepers. They were an order of knights and lords who managed to find themselves in high courts all across the continent, whispering in the ears of leaders to control the continent as they pleased, starting wars and slaughtering people at a flick of their wrist under the titles of advisors to the court. Your creed had been able to keep them at bay for the time being, but they were getting stronger, smarter, and now you were losing your key informants at the hands of your enemies.

So it was only logical that the brotherhood decided to send their best assassins out to hunt the killer. Or killers perhaps. You had your private suspicions that this was a much bigger plot than it seemed, that many malevolent leaders had their puppeteering fingers on the strings of these killers. They weren’t working alone.

There! Your eyes caught sight of a small flume of smoke coming from amidst the trees, around a two hours ride away from here. In all likelihood, it was nothing, yet if they were simply a traveller they may have some more information on where your newest target was.

So, the woods it was then, you decided.

“If only mother could see me now,” You almost laughed to yourself cynically at your words, checking the street below for a soft landing, your eyes narrowing on a deep enough pile of hay that would break your fall well, “So much for that destiny bullshit,”

And with that you leapt.

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Geralt watched Ciri contort in her sleep, frowning as he heard her mumbling empty threats to some unknown assailant. His heart went out to the cub, it really did, he just had no idea how he was supposed to defend her from figments of her own mind. Goblins and ghouls, he could handle, but Geralt knew more than the average man that the biggest threats we faced were often the darkest parts of ourselves only we could confront.

“Stay back,” The blonde girl whimpered, her legs thrashing on the woodland floor. Geralt minded how her boot got a little too close to the hot coals that was all that remained from their fire last night and decided he needed to wake her up for her own good. As if hearing his concerned thoughts, the Cintran girl’s eyes snapped open without prompt, taking in the bright new morning they had awoken to.

“Glad to see you’re awake,” Geralt started, packing the few items he had into his rucksack ready to load Roach up for another day of journeying towards Kaer Morhen, “How did ou sle-”

“Someone’s coming,” Ciri rushed, giving little explanation as she sat upright, disturbing the dry leaves around her small body. Geralt seemed to tense up in alert in synchrony with the worry in her voice.

“What do you mean? Where?” He asked sternly, golden eyes flicking between the trees frantically to see where the problem was.

“I don’t know, I just saw them in my dream,” Ciri frowned, her eyes trying to chase the source of her vision just as much as her protector’s were. “A man in a black cloak and a mask, he was reaching for me. I couldn’t get away,” Her voice wobbled with the trace of the fear she’d felt in her dream, knowing it was about to become a reality before her very eyes. Her visions always started like this.

Geralt sighed, looking at the younger girl’s startled frame. He had forgotten what children were like when they had convinced themselves the monsters in their head were real. He was so sure she was just on edge from her morbid sleep, “Ciri, I’m sure it was just a nightmare,” The older man tried to reassure her, but the girl had since hopped up to attention, her heart racing with fear.

“No! No, Geralt, it wasn’t like the black knight. It was different this time, you have to believe me! I saw him,” Ciri said fiercely, eyes flicking through the trees as more snippets of her dream started playing out before her until… “There! A rider!”

Geralt looked at where she was pointing, her expression somewhere between triumph and fear as she locked in on the man from her dream. His attuned senses caught up to him as the sound of fast approaching hooves met his ears, and he made out the figure of a dark cloak atop a grey horse, an omen of death if ever he’d seen one.

“Go stand behind Roach. Don’t reveal yourself until I tell you it’s safe to.” Geralt ordered, blindly following the girl’s intuition. He had no idea who this person was, but the accuracy of the Princess’s dream told him to trust her word nonetheless. She followed his command, standing behind his mare’s large, muscular legs and using the surrounding bushes as slight cover from whoever this man may be.

He drew his sword as the rider approached, lifting his own dark hood over his head and hiding behind a large tree in order to size up this mystery passenger.

Geralt heard Ciri’s heart pounding from her hiding place, rhythmically in time with the hooves of the approaching horse. He felt as if he were holding his own breath, waiting for the assailant to hopefully pass by with no qualms on their position, the sound of the footfall only getting louder in his sensitive ears. He didn’t doubt his skills necessarily, he knew he could protect Ciri from any regular foe, but his time with the Cintran girl had been nothing but a handful of surprises, even the gift of her herself. It unnerved him that she had seen this man approaching them; why him?

It struck him then what was odd about the approaching fiend. He couldn't hear a heartbeat.

There was something different about this enemy, he could feel it in his gut.

The rider slowed their horse down to a trot, then to a walk as they neared the camp he and the girl had slept at. He heard them dismount gently, their feet much lighter than expected as they closed in on his makeshift campsite.

He tried to listen for any other clues as to who the target was, but all he heard was a brief fumble of a hand on the forest floor as they felt around the dying fire, no doubt trying to gage from the heat in the soil how fresh or old the flame was. They were smart, skilled at tracking it seemed.

Geralt decided it was now a good time to confront the man in question. He couldn't risk him advancing on Ciri.

The white wolf rounded the tree, sword bared and ready for a fight.

Except there was no one there.

The horse they had rode on still stood obediently, so they hadn’t left, he would have heard if they had anyway. There were no tracks, the ones that remained seemed to have been swept away by the man’s long cape that Ciri had noted immediately.

They had just … vanished. Like a ghost or a flume of smoke simply fading into the air around them. No trace they were really ever there.

Geralt stood to attention, ears pricked like a wild animal on the prowl for its prey as he took in every minute movement around him. His head snapped to a small movement in the tree above him, only to see a small crow hopping between the branches innocently. Sure, that very well could be them considering some mages were well known to shapeshift, but Geralt’s eyes flickered around the perimeter unconvinced.

For a moment, there was just silence. Ciri’s heart pounding in his ears from her spot, Roach’s much slower heartbeat overlapping it. He was sure even he was holding his breath as he searched for any sign of the assailant.

And yet nothing.

He had but a millisecond to react as he heard a faint twig snap above his head before it was too late. A body - the body he had been searching for in fact - landed on his shoulders with a diligence he had only seen in professional killers. The unexpected force of a figure damn near knocked him to the floor, though luckily he was more than built enough in his legs to handle the weight. He did, however, drop his sword in shock, and was left grappling with the perpetrator with his bare hands.

The, who he now guessed was an assassin due to their expertise skill, wrapped his cloak hood over his face, effectively blinding him and suffocating him at the same time. He reached out for any part of their body he could grab hold of, satisfied when he felt the culprits waist, grabbing it with both hands and heaving them forward with a heavy buck towards the forest floor.

The assassin was flung to the floor, though they had the good sense to grab his cape in just the right place from around his neck to take him tumbling to the ground too. The figure kicked out a heavy boot into his stomach as he careered almost on top of them, and even his quick reflexes felt numbed as they skillfully pinned him to the ground. He felt a set of thighs wrap around his neck, arm yanked upwards towards a surprisingly well endowed chest, before they began to squeeze like a muscled constrictor around his neck.

Geralt groaned in effort as his throat began to pay the price for his opponent's quick work. Luckily, his eyes caught sight of a small blade in the side of the assassin’s boot, and he was smart to yank it out of its holder before his airways could be shut off. He plunged it into the figure's thigh, making them grunt shortly and loosen their grip on his neck. Just as he'd wanted, he grabbed the figure by the scruff of their own cape and threw them to the ground next to him.

The pair of them stood, Geralt only equipped with the assailant's own blade, as he watched the figure in question pull another two long knives out of their waist scabbards. He debated drawing one from his own boot that he knew lay hidden, but their smaller, more nimble stature told him his odds were against him at a knife fight. He was good with a sword, gods know he was good with a sword, but this assassin clearly operated with small, fast movements, something his brawny build worked against.

Instead, Geralt chose a smarter route. He moved his hands into the symbol of axii, pushing his hands forward to thrust the wind in their direction to knock them hard away from Ciri.

The white haired man felt his mouth drop open when the galeforce current he sent towards them was deflected by a cross of their wrists, as if they had bounced the wind off their being with the action.

Instead, the spell he had conjured was sent straight back at him, launching him backwards, further into the forest. His body dragged along the floor with the weight of the spell, ironically knocking the air out of his lungs in both force and shock at the action he had just witnessed.

What in the continent was that?

He barely registered the fact the movement had thrown him past Roach and Ciri, his mind racing to catch up with what had just happened, but he didn’t miss the young girl’s worried eyes following his falling figure, nor did he fail to see the way the assassin ran at him with their blades drawn.

Geralt barely had time to sit up to defend himself before the dark hooded figure had jumped at him, their weapon pressed against his throat oddly delicately. He could barely make out who was beneath the hood from the black sheath they wore over their mouth and nose, and the clothing was draped too far down to see any eyes. The figure looked like what he imagined the grim reaper to be, the omen from the stories he and his brothers used to tell each other before bed back when they were just young ones. The other hand brought the twin blade careering down towards his head, and Geralt prepared himself to take the stab to the hand when Ciri spoke up.

“NO! STOP!” The young cub yelled, revealing herself even though it had been clear from their new position that they were not at all alone.

Geralt watched the figure freeze for a moment. It seemed a shred of humanity gleamed through the assassin’s behaviour as they heard a mere child beg for mercy. Their head snapped towards where Cirilla stood, false bravery on her expression as she watched the figure look straight at her, their attention diverted away from the white wolf.

“Ciri?” The assassin said, though the voice was muffled from the mask and much higher pitched than Geralt had imagined.

It was then that the small frame, the voice, the quiet, nimble movement they held, it all wove together in Geralt’s mind.

It dawned on him that this assassin was in fact a woman.

A woman who had stupidly taken her eyes off him.

He knocked her clean off her feet as she stared at the princess for much longer than he felt comfortable with, her smaller body rolling clear out of the way of Ciri and Roach, dropping one of her knives in the process.

You groaned as you felt the effect of his hard punch land hard where your nose was, rattling your brain inside your head. It couldn’t be, surely you were seeing things. That couldn’t be the princess.

As your thoughts raced, you were unceremoniously picked up by the scruff of your neck like a pup in a litter. Your most obviously concealed weapons thrown to the ground next to you as the Goliath of a man handled you with revenge in his piercing golden eyes.

He ripped your hood down revealing your neatly braided hair and partially covered face, though you simply looked over his shoulder at the girl who had shouted for mercy.

You had to know if it was her. What on earth was she doing so far from Cintra? She had grown so much since you'd last seen her. Why was she with your target? Your heart plummeted as you feared the worse for your sweet girl: Had she been kidnapped by this man?

“Eyes on me,” He growled at you, watching as your gaze had ignored him and gone straight to his child surprise. “Now, who sent you?

Your head snapped back to him at the hostile mutter of his question, “Who sent me?" You snarled, "I should be asking you the same thing,”

Geralt huffed, bringing one of his large hands up to your throat as you kicked viciously against his brutish strength. “If you want to talk in riddles, I have no use for you,”

You prepared yourself to start wrestling against his grip when a figure appeared over the shoulder of the man, exactly the one you could have sworn blind you'd heard. Your eyes widened at the girl you had left all those years ago.

“Y/N?” Ciri asked cautiously, as if the mask that lay on your face deceived her. But the way you’d looked up at her had her curious, and she was so sure when she’d gotten a closer look at your cape and facial features, the years came back to her in waves of nostalgia.

Geralt’s head turned to the young cub who approached carefully, her grey fur coat dragging behind her slowly. He felt his hands loosen from around your throat as he saw the saddened glint in Ciri’s eyes, and something tinged with recognition as she said your name again. He put you down the minute he saw her reaching for you longingly, and the second your feet met the floor she had rushed forward to take you in by the waist, burying her head into the crook of your hood as if she was greeting a family member.

You hugged her back just as tenderly, pulling your black mask down to reveal quite a beautiful face indeed, bar the bruise that was quickly forming on your nose thanks to Geralt’s heavy hands. “Sweet girl, what on earth are you doing here?” You asked in a voice so soft he couldn’t believe you had been grappling to kill each other not five minutes earlier.

Geralt’s head swam with lost thoughts. How on earth had you escaped and left no tracks in the first place? How had you deflected his axii like that, he was so sure that was impossible, and more importantly, why was his child surprise holding onto you as if her life depended on it?

Nothing about you made sense, not one single piece of information and so Geralt, in his whirring mind had nothing else to say to you except: “Who the fuck are you?”

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Heeey babeee !! I wanted to ask something but only if you are comfortable writing about it

Bucky with Muslim reader and like him kinda learning about it because you know the 40’s and like maybe him being confused at first and like with time he learns about it and start doing things for the reader to make it easy on her

(Idk if this ask makes sens I’m kinda scared to send it because when I ask for Muslim reader people just ignore me )

Since it’s almost Ramadan I have based it around this ❤️ Thank you for entrusting me with this, I hope you enjoy it xx No warnings just sweet Bucky and fluffiness!

Ramadan with Bucky

The kitchen was busier than usual, then again most days were busier than usual with half the population suddenly reappearing. There were twice as many hungry mouths to feed and yet the volunteer numbers had dropped off to take care of their own families who had returned. Not one to complain, you worked twice as fast to dish up plates of food for the people desperate for what could possibly be the only meal they had that day.

“Heads up, your boyfriend’s here.” Your friend nudged you as she nodded her head to the door.

You looked up and smiled as Bucky made his way through the crowd, a few of the veterans stopping him to shake hands until he reached the table you were set up at. He pulled on a pair of gloves and squeezed through the other volunteers, asking to swap places until he was next to you and in charge of putting a bread roll on each plate that went by. You hadn’t been sure he would actually come when you first invited him but a year later he was still there every week, albeit when hero duty called.

The day Bucky moved into the building you had been living in was the day everything changed for you. His company seemed to make everything better no matter how rough your day was, even before you got to talking just a smile across the hall could make all the difference. It had taken him weeks to summon the courage and talk to you until one day when you both arrived at the building door at the same time.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me but do you want to go to lunch?” He asked nervously. “With me, um, obviously.”

You had chuckled as he tipped his head back and whispered ‘seriously, Bucky” to himself before you shook your head. “I would love to but I can’t right now, it’s Ramadan.”

His eyebrows pinched together at the unfamiliar word and he fidgeted with his house keys. “Uh, yeah it’s no worries. I get it.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

He shook his head with a shy smile. “I have no idea, but I would love to hear you tell me about it.”

That was a year ago and Bucky had come so far.

“Ramadan mubarak.”

His greeting warmed your heart and you felt your neck heating up under your hijab as you returned the greeting. “Has Sam been giving you lessons?”

“He tried but apparently I’m not very good at listening to him. At least that's what I think he said.”

His lopsided grin left you disarmed and it wasn’t until your friend nudged you that you remembered what you were doing and handed another plate of food over with an apology.

“I was thinking, you should invite your family over for iftar.” You nearly dropped the plate you were holding at his suggestion. “It’s closer to the mosque from our place anyway.”

“Are you sure?” You asked between handing over plates. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I’m sure, doll. It’s your religion, a part of who you are. Plus, I think it’s time I met your family. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“Of course I do.” You assured him with a smile. “I’d really like that.”

You were exhausted as you walked up the many flights of steps to your apartment, the first week of fasting leaving you tired at the end of the day. Thankfully Bucky was with you, carrying your bags and promising you that you were almost at the top as he helped you with his arm around your back. He took your keys and unlocked the door, getting you settled on the couch while he hung your bag behind the door.

“Get some rest, doll.” Bucky said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

He draped the blanket from the back of your couch over your body as you nestled into the cushions to have a rest before it was time for iftar. You could still remember his confusion last year when you had explained Ramadan. He had grown up during the Great Depression and found it difficult to understand why you would fast when he had first hand felt the hunger pains of a home empty of food. After listening to your explanation and asking a few questions of his own, he had understood and wanted to help make the month long celebration easier for you.

“I forgot to say,” Bucky’s voice startled you as the door opened and you hadn’t expected him to come back to your apartment until sunset so you had removed your hijab, “I went to the market earlier. Oh, sorry!”

He spun around, facing his own apartment door as you pulled the blanket over your head to protect your modesty with a squeak and you repinned the material in place, checking your hair was all tucked away before lowering the blanket.

“I should have knocked, shit, I’m sorry.” He dropped his head.

“It was an accident.” You gave him a small smile so he would relax a bit and nodded to the bag in his hand as you stood up. “What’s that?”

“Oh, yeah I went to the market and got you some fresh dates.” He said holding it up. “I figure like most things they have to be better when they are fresh.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said as your voice threatened to break at the sweet thought. “I invited my parents over tonight, I hope you don’t mind, they sounded really excited. My father wanted to know if you would come with us to the mosque after dinner.”

“I don’t think I would be welcome in any holy place.” His lips pulled into a sad smile. “The things I did as the Winter Soldier…”

“If any one does evil or wrongs his own soul but afterwards seeks God’s forgiveness, he will find God Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.” You recited as you took his metal hand in his. “You are welcome but only come if you are comfortable. There are lots of people who come and observe during Ramadan, you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Wouldn’t I be with you?” He frowned, he always walked you there and waited outside but what went on inside the mosque was still something of a mystery to him.

“Women have a separate space for prayer.”

“So you father was-”

“Wanting to spend time with you.” You grinned. “That’s a good thing.”

“Ok.” He nodded, his back straightening as his resolve set in. “I can do this, it’ll be good.”

“You’ve got this.” You said with a squeeze to his hand. “I’m sure you’ve met plenty of women's parents in your 107 years.”

“Never, actually.” He laughed as he pulled you into a hug. “In my day we only met parents if we were serious or thinking about proposing.”

“I’m glad you think this is serious.”

“I’ve never been so serious in my life.” He admitted softly. “Imagine if Steve could see me now. He would love you, but probably think you are too kind for my surliness.”

“You’re not surly, ok, not so much anymore.” You said as you stifled a yawn.

“Get some rest, I won’t distract you anymore.” He said as he released you from the hug.

“I’ll see you later, right?” You asked as he opened your door. “When mom and dad get here?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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First of all I HATE ALEX how the fuck does that fucking asshole if bucky doesn’t beat him up imma be mad.

Secondly this is so fucking sweet I want a bucky too 🥲

Hands That Heal - Ch.7

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Axel takes things too far and things get deadly. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, animal murder Word count: 2272

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

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RECAP: “I don’t think you know how to do anything wrong, do you?” You said your goodbyes and began to walk the dark track back to the car. He stopped to think and your amusement grew as he couldn’t answer and just shrugged with a lopsided smile. “I’m sure you’ll point it out to me if you find something.”

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“Hey Hercules, bring those muscles over here.” You called as you pointed to the delivery of parts that had just arrived.

Bucky shucked his jacket off in the hot afternoon sun and lifted the heavy boxes before stacking them back in the corner of your garage and taking his payment in kisses. You stole the flick knife from his back pocket and grinned as you cut through the packaging and pulled the panels you had been waiting weeks for.

“I hope you don’t mind but I made a few adjustments to the order.” You said as you pulled the final pieces out to complete his motorbike, his eyebrows shooting up at the two 6 inch black rods in your hands and he frowned as you ran them along his chest. “Relax big guy, you’re more than enough for me. They are passenger pegs, so I can ride with you.”

His smile split his face as he realised what you were talking about and he bit his lip as you bent over to screw them into place and showed him the next change. You had replaced the single seat with a longer one so there was space for you and the panels all locked into place before you stepped back to admire the piece.

“I can’t believe it.” He choked up as he saw his bike rebuilt better than before and wrapped his arms around your waist as he pressed his lips to yours. “You are fucking amazing, you know that.”

“Should we take her for a spin?”

It took a moment for you to dig your helmet and riding jacket from the bottom of your closet and you had to wipe the layer of dust that had gathered in the 5 years since you last wore it. The jacket was a little tighter than before but you still managed to zip it up and immediately felt your body heat getting trapped in the leather. Turning around to look in the mirror, you could see the faint change in colour where a ‘property of’ patch had once laid but you had unpicked it as soon as you heard what Axel had done.

“You done staring?” You asked as you caught Bucky leaning against the doorframe watching you dress.

“Never.”

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You couldn’t remember feeling this free or elated when you had ridden with Axel, it was a completely different experience. You fit perfectly behind Bucky, feeling safe and secure as he sped along the highway and you cheered with glee as he revved the engine and tested its agility with perfect precision. It didn’t matter where he was taking you because just getting to hold him on the open road was enough for you.

An hour later the sun was setting and after the large loop of the city you were almost back to the Bronx. The traffic lights were not in your favour as Bucky came to a stop at another red light and your stomach dropped at the sight of a pack of motorbikes heading your way. Since the Bronx was Sinner’s territory you doubted another club was just going to be riding through it and so you ducked your head lower behind Bucky and wished he had worn a helmet.

“Shit.” He muttered quietly. “Hold on, doll.”

You looked up over his shoulder to see the group had come to a stop in the middle of the intersection and Axel was dead centre. “Get the fuck off that bike now, y/n.”

“Not gonna happen.” Bucky said with an adamant shake of his head. “She’s done with you, get it through that thick skull of yours.”

Axel laughed humorlessly and turned his eyes to you. “Your ass belongs to me, bitch. You’ll see.”

He nodded his head to President and Rex revved his engine before they all followed suit, leaving the air thick with burnout smoke in their wake. The burnt rubber hurt your lungs but you could soon breathe again as Bucky ran the light that had turned red again. Just when it seemed like everything was going well, Axel ruined it. It really shouldn’t surprise you, he had been doing it ever since he joined that MC.

You were still in a sense of shock as Bucky parked in your garage and turned the engine off. You sat there in the silence, with your head resting on his shoulder blade and your breath echoing in your helmet.

“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked when you made no effort to move.

“Sometimes I wish I could just leave this city behind.” You sighed longingly but this was your home.

“I know the feeling.” Bucky said with a soft squeeze to your thigh beside his hip. “Come on, you go in and I’ll lock up here.”

You climbed off and shrugged your leather jacket off, draping it over your seat before heading inside to start on dinner. It seemed to be taking Bucky a while to just lock the gate so you stuck your head out the kitchen window and found him pacing the driveway on the phone. You assumed it was Sam, he was about the only person he spoke to besides you.

Leaving him to his call you prepped some vegetables until the screech of tires pierced the air. Rushing back to the window you saw Axel’s pick up outside and something being tossed from it before it sped off down the street. Bucky was already running over, phone call forgotten, and you were sprinting down the stairs wondering what it was.

“Stay back, y/n.” Bucky called out with a pained voice as he saw you running from the garage. “You don’t want to see this.”

Despite his jacket trying to cover the mess you could see the black tail sticking out and you felt the oxygen leave your lungs. Your vision was blurring as you stepped closer, the peek of a brown paw coming into view and Bucky’s blue eyes begging you not to come closer. You fell to your knees on the asphalt street, the rapidly cooling pool of blood soaking your jeans as you pulled his jacket away to see Benny’s lifeless eyes.

A sob ripped through you as you pulled your Benny-boy onto your lap, struggling with his massive weight. He was always so energetic but now he was gone, he was limp and would never give you another lick on your face again. Your fingers brushed over his fur as you promised him all dogs go to heaven, just like the movie you used to watch when he was a puppy.

“The old firehouse off Michigan.” You whispered as you looked up from your bloodstained hands. “That’s where the clubhouse is.”

Bucky nodded, understanding the weight of the information you were giving him but despite the rage simmering beneath the surface of his skin he didn’t just leave. He had been waiting months for you to give him the information, although you were sure he had figured out where it was a long time ago, he was waiting for you to give him permission to go. Instead he helped you to your feet and scooped Benny’s body up off the pavement.

“Did you want me to bury him?” He asked as you kept your hand planted in Benson’s fur while you walked alongside him.

You nodded as you couldn’t trust your voice and led the way to the apple tree Benny used to nap under. The trunk still held the scars Benny had left when he was teething and would chew on the wood despite the mass of toys you bought him. You were left with the memories of raising your good boy as Bucky went to find a shovel in the shed, more tears flowing down your cheeks. If you captured all your tears you were sure you could wash the blood that matted his coat from the gash across his throat.

Bucky squatted beside you as he came back with a shovel and he pressed a kiss to your temple. “He’s going to pay for this, doll. I’m done letting him get away with hurting you.”

“Oh god, what if he hurts Jess next!” Your eyes widened in a panic. “I need to call Chip, he needs to get them out of there.”

Your fingers were fumbling to pull your phone out of your pocket but the blood had made them slippery. Grabbing your hand, Bucky pulled it away so he could reach into your pocket and pull the device out.

“I’ll call Chip, you just stay there.” Bucky said as he unlocked your phone and went through your contacts.

“I’m sorry, Benny, this is all my fault.” You whimpered as Bucky walked around with his back to you. “You didn’t deserve this.”

“Chip’s going to get them now and take them to a cabin up north until I sort this.” He said as he began to dig, his vibranium arm making quick work of the soft soil before stopping and resting on the shovel's handle. “None of this is your fault, y/n.”

“He killed Benny.”

“He’s a sick fuck.”

You nodded and returned to silently stroking Benny while Bucky finished digging the hole. You had promised Benny one day you would bring him home, you just never thought it would be this way.

“Say hi to mom and dad for me.” You whispered as you passed Benny over to Bucky so he could lay him to rest and sobs broke the quiet night as he disappeared beneath the dirt.

You fell into Bucky’s side as he finished patting the dirt down and stabbed the shovel into the grass and held you tight. You didn’t know how you could even cry but somehow they were still leaking from your red eyes and Bucky let you soak his shirt with them before hooking his vibranium arm under your legs and carrying you inside. You could hardly feel anything as he gently pulled your blood soaked clothes from your body and helped you into the shower.

His hands were your strength, holding you up as the water cascades around you, turning pink as it swirled down the drain at your feet. It almost seemed that the horror of the evening was washing away with Benny’s blood and you were slowly waking from the shock. Your arms wrapped around Bucky and you rested your cheek on his shoulder as he grabbed the shampoo and lathered it up in your hair. You had never had someone wash your hair before, it was a profound sense of intimacy you had never experienced and you closed your eyes as you leaned into his touch.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly after he rinsed it away and you could open your eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He said with a kiss. “I’d do anything for you.”

“I know, that’s why I love you.” Your eyes widened as the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them and you worried that it might have just scared him off, it had only been a few months since you met. But you knew.

His thumbs brushed your cheeks as a slow smile grew on his face and he rested his forehead to yours, sheltering you from the water. “I love you too.”

Sleep took you quickly as Bucky kept you wrapped in his arms like a cocoon, the blankets pulled up to your chin and your head on his chest. You didn’t even dream as exhaustion swallowed you whole but you woke up starving a few hours later, once again remembering you forgot to eat.

The bed was empty when you woke and you frowned as you found Bucky’s side cold. It was only when you heard the bathroom taps running that you sighed and pushed the bedding back. You met Bucky in the hallway as he emerged from the bathroom and he frowned when he saw you standing there.

“What are you doing up, doll?” He asked full of concern. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head and heard the loud growl of your stomach. “Hungry.”

His eyes softened and he nodded his head to the living room. “You go and get comfortable on the couch, pick a movie and I’ll make you something.”

You did as you were told and laid down but you couldn’t concentrate on the film playing as you watched him move around the kitchen, knowing exactly where everything was. “Move in.”

He spun around with the wooden spoon dripping waffle mixture all over the floor and suddenly you felt foolish but it was too late now you were rambling. “If you want to, of course. I mean, you practically already live here but if…if that is something you would like to do then…I would like that too. And if you don’t, it’s totally fine, and I will forget I opened my mouth.”

“Ok.”

“Wait, what?” You froze as he tossed the wooden spoon in the mixing bowl and leant against the countertop.

“I said ok. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I do, I really do. Do you?” You asked as you rose from the couch and walked towards the kitchen.

“It feels like home, you feel like home.”

His arms were already open for you as you crashed against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could hardly kiss him because your lips refused to do anything other than smile against his. He always managed to brighten your dark days, and that was why you knew you wanted to have him around forever.

“Welcome home, Bucky.”

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Heeey i wanted to ask you if you could maybe do a Muslim male reader where maybe like they are on a case and hitch tells him to go talk with the victims family and they are like we are not gonna talk to a ter**orist and like the BAU team defending him and like comforting him (if you don’t feel comfortable writing about it don’t feel pressured please)

I am so sorry if this isn't good. I tried to make it as fluffy as possible. Please let me know if I did something wrong! Edited by @mystic-writes

"Mr. And Mrs. Hawthorne?" you ask as the door opens in front of you.

"Who're you?" Mr. Hawthorne asks, glaring at you.

You take out your badge and say, "My name is Agent [L/N]. I'm with the FBI. I'm here to ask you a few questions."

"The FBI is hiring terrorists now?" he asks and you freeze. "I don't want you here to blow up my house!"

He slams the door in your face, and you sigh. You pull out your phone and call Hotch, and after two rings he picks up.

"[L/N]," he says over the phone. "What did you find out?"

"They won't let me talk to them. Says I'm a terrorist and I'm going to blow up their house. Can you send Rossi over? Maybe he can help?" you ask and you hear a sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll send Prentiss as well," he says, and you nod though he can't see you. "Do you want to come back to the station?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm fine. It would just be nice to have some backup," you say, before saying goodbye to Hotch, and hanging up. You lean against the car you were given, a big black SUV, and you cross your arms over your chest, watching the house. After five minutes you see Mrs. Hawthorne peeking out the window every couple of seconds, staring right at you before hiding again, like she just got caught.

Finally, after only a couple more minutes, another black SUV pulls up and Rossi and Emily get out, walking over to you.

"We heard what happened," Rossi says, and Emily nods, walking over to you.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" she asks, and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You should just take the lead," you say, and Emily and Rossi both nod, and start walking towards the house.

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"Hello, Mr. Hawthorne. It's good to see you again," you say as you sit down in front of him, placing a file on the metal table in the interrogation room.

"You can't hold me! I know my rights!" he yells, pulling against the handcuffs holding him to the table.

You shake your head. "You assaulted a federal officer and threatened to shoot me. You're already going to jail for who knows how long, so how about you tell me what I want and we can make a deal."

"I won't negotiate with terrorists!" he exclaims, jumping towards you, but the handcuffs keep him latched to the table.

You jump out of your seat and run out of the room, your breath coming in short gasps as you say, "I'm sorry. I can't do this."

You sit down on one of the chairs outside the interrogation room and put your head in your hands, hyperventilating, when you feel hands on your shoulders.

"Breathe. I need you to breathe for me," you hear JJ say.

You start taking deep breaths in when you feel more hands on you. Looking up, you see Spencer sitting next to you on the other side and you lean into him, breathing deeply as JJ rubs her hand up and down your back.

You see Emily and Rossi walk up, the former with a cup of something and the latter with a plastic bag of crackers, and Derek trailing behind, a sheepish smile on his face. You smile as your breathing starts to even and you reach out, taking what seems to be water from Emily and the crackers form Rossi, downing the cup in three gulps and stuffing a cracker into your mouth. You sigh through your nose as you chew, and watch as Hotch walks over, kneeling down in front of you.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod. "I had some words with Mr. Hawthorne. He has now assaulted two Federal Agents, which doesn't look good for him." You frown and Hotch rolls up his pant leg, revealing a bright red splotch on his shin that's probably going to turn into a bruise tomorrow. "Even if he isn't the unsub, we've been able to unearth some… disgusting things from this man's past, with help from Garcia."

You nod and smile, taking his hand as you swallow your cracker. "Thank you, Hotch," you say, before looking at all the faces around you, affectionately. "Thank you, all of you. I really appreciate it."

They all nod.

"Now, I would like to get back to this case and catch this bastard," you say and they all grin. "Also, it's not Mr. Hawthorne."

"How do you know?" Derek asks, massaging his knuckles. He probably punched Mr. Hawthorne and you're not sorry about that.

You smile. "Mr. Hawthorne is a racist, white supremacist. He would never kill white people."

They all nod, and JJ helps you up, and you all get back to work.

Fuck this is such a sad ending 😭 I was hoping that Natasha did die in this 😭

But as always really good fic. I fucking love your writing!!!

The Surrogate [pt.4]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Upon your return from the Blip you find out the true cost of the war and the sacrifices that were made to bring everyone back. Warnings: 18+ only, canon death, birth, grief, breastfeeding WC: 2225 Set during and after End Game.

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Recap: Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin. “What the fu-“

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Upstate New York, 2023

Natasha had done what she needed to and held her composure for the entirety of the weekly meeting that was held across the galaxy. Now she was ready to escape to the lonely confines of her room and lock the door in case Steve overheard her tears. He would always test the door handle when the muffled sobs escaped her pillow, some days she left it unlocked and let herself take comfort, today was not one of those days.

It was quiet as she walked through the compound, out of the business side and into the housing area. Everywhere was quieter now, she thought as she took a seat at the edge of her bed and unzipped the pocket on her chest to pull out the picture she always kept close to her heart. Her trembling fingers traced the outline of her daughter's face and she scrambled to wipe the tear that landed on the precious image.

She had tried not to let hope flutter in her chest as she listened to Tony explain the possibility of time travel but there it was, gripping her in its talons and giving her the drive to do whatever necessary to bring you and her baby back, to bring Clint’s family back, to bring everyone back. Falling back into the bed she tried to remember the feel of strong kicks beneath her hand, the smooth, silvery stretch marks on your skin that showed how much she had grown on your belly. Once again she felt like a failure for their defeat and curled up as she hugged her pillow, burying her face into the material to release the angry tears until she fell asleep.

“Nat?” Clint asked softly through the door as the handle rattled. “You ready?”

Natasha tied the braid off and took one last look in the mirror with a deep breath. This has to work. She opened the door to find Clint looking just as exhausted as she felt and took his hand with a squeeze.

“We are going to bring them home.” She had repeated the mantra so much that she almost believed it. “No matter the cost.”

He dropped his forehead to hers with a nod. “No matter the cost.”

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Soulworld

“There you are.” You smiled as you walked across the endless shallow water that reflected a sky full of stars you didn’t recognise. “Look who it is. It’s mommy.”

Nat’s arms were already reaching for the baby in yours and her chubby fists tangled in her mom's long hair the second she was close enough.

“Did we win?” You asked, wrapping them both in your arms and inhaling the sweet scent you had missed.

“Mission accomplished.” She smiled as she brushed her fingers over her baby's face as if she was trying to memorise the moment. “She’s beautiful, so, so beautiful.”

“Just like her mama.”

Her laugh turned to a sob as she pressed her lips to her baby’s forehead and handed her back to you.

“I need you to promise me something.” She asked as she leant in and sniffed the newborn smell still clinging to her baby’s hair. “You will raise her as your own.”

“What? No!” You frowned and looked around the peculiar land before focusing back on her. “No, you’re gonna raise her, just like we always planned.”

“When have our plans ever actually worked out?” She sniffed a chuckle. “I know you love her too and you will protect her with your life. Promise me, please.”

You nodded as you felt the goodbye in her voice constrict your throat but you managed to strangle an answer. “I promise, Nat, I promise.”

“Thank you.” Her sadness disappeared as she looked to the purple horizon and a real smile graced her lips. “Take care of our little girl.”

“Her name’s Natalia.” You said as a golden light exploded from the horizon and her smile widened before the light engulfed you.

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Wakanda, 2023

“-fuck?”

You watched the dust gather and knit your body together, a cloud of fog lifting from your brain as you wiggled your fingers to test the feeling in them. A petrified scream outside startled you and you pressed your back to the door, fearful that the aliens had returned to the medical wing. Blood gathered on your lip as you bit it to hide your own guttural cry of pain that was building with your contraction and your head hit the door as your back arched.

“Y/n!” Shuri’s voice came from the other side. “I need you to move so I can come in.”

You couldn’t move until your contraction ended and sweat was building on your forehead with the need to push.

“I can’t.” You whimpered. “She's coming.”

“You can and you will, now move!”

You shuffled aside as much as you could and the door opened just enough for her to slide through the gap. Her eyes darted around the room before her hands grabbed an armful of towels and gloves then dropped in front of you.

“I need you to focus on your breathing for me.” She said as she laid the towels out and lifted your dress up to check how things were going. “Oh, wow.”

“What does that mean?!”

“Sorry, she has lots of hair.” She grinned as she popped up for a moment before disappearing again. “You’re gonna wanna push as hard as you can with the next contraction.”

“Are you sure you know what you are doing?” You asked as the tightening across your abdomen signalled the beginning of a contraction.

“I know every process in the human body, created an artificial arm for your boyfriend after reprogramming his brain to break the conditioning that Hydra instilled in him.” She pointed out as you grunted. “Now push.”

A scream tore from your lips as you dug your feet into the floor and pushed with the last of your waning strength and your head was violently shaking as you cried that you couldn’t do it but Shuri’s faith never wavered as she coached you through.

“I can’t, I can’t, please.” You pleaded as the door outside crashed open and you heard Bucky calling your name.

“In here, white wolf.” Shuri answered for you as she pressed the top of your stomach to help you push. “Get your girlfriend to push.”

Bucky crashed through the door, catching it before it hit you or Shuri and slid on his knees to your side. “You’re alive, thank god, you’re still here.” He said as he pulled you between his legs and held you to his chest.

“Shhh.” Shuri hissed and narrowed her eyes at Bucky with a warning you didn’t understand. “Get ready, it’s time to bring this little wonder into the world.”

Your fingers clung to Bucky’s vibranium arm and he held you close as you whimpered into his neck at the immense pressure threatening to split you in half.

“You can do it, doll. You’re doing so well, just a little bit more.” He urged as he wiped the sweat from your brow with his free hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Ahhhhhh!”

You felt the release of pressure as Shuri squealed excitedly but you had no energy left to look as you sagged against Bucky’s chest, his lips smiling as they pressed to your temple.

“You did it baby.” He said as you rolled your eyes to look up at him but he was too busy looking at Shuri so you turned your attention to her too as she lifted up the freshly wrapped little girl, soft cries filling the small storeroom.

“Congratulations, y/n, did Natasha have a name chosen?”

Shuri’s words ignited a strange memory and you shook your head as images from a place you didn’t recognise filled your head and your chest tightened as she placed the tiny bundle into your arms. “Where is she? Bucky, where’s Nat?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted with a sigh. “Something happened…”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Breathing was becoming difficult as you looked into eyes that were perfectly matched to Nat’s and already felt the absence of her mom from the world. “She’s gone. Nat’s gone. I can feel it. Oh god, she’s gone.”

Your cries were echoed by the little girl in your arms and you clutched her to your chest as alarms blared and called for every able bodied fighter to gather. Thanos and his army were attacking the Avengers Compound in Esopus.

“Nat’s tough, I’m sure she’s fine.” Bucky said as looked torn between answering the call and staying with you. “I’ll bring her back to you two.”

“No, you can’t.” You said as you wiped your tears, already knowing the truth, and sat up so he could move. “Go and kill that son of a bitch.”

“I can stay.” He said, unconvinced.

“We both know that’s not you, soldier.” You said as you stole a kiss before pushing him towards the door. “Me and Natalia will be right here waiting when you get back.”

“Natalia?” He smiled at the sound and ran his hand softly over the full head of red hair.

You hissed as Shuri took your distraction to give you a shot of oxytocin in your thigh and you groaned as another contraction began. “Fuck, is there another one?”

“No.” She laughed as Bucky’s eyes went wide at your words and shook her head. “It’s just the placenta. Would you like to cut the cord, white wolf?”

She held a pair of scissors out to him and he quickly grabbed them and the thick grey cord, chopping through it with a ghost of a tear in his eyes.

“Now go.” She shooed him from the room. “Let’s get you into a recovery bed.”

You emerged from the room and found the glass window that had been shattered was repaired and the furniture changed from how it was hours earlier.

“What happened…how has this been fixed already?”

“Let’s get you on the bed first, then we will catch you up.” Dr N’Yana said as she walked in with grey hairs streaking her previously black hair. “Thanos won the war of 2018 and wiped out half the population like he said he would.”

“No, Natasha said we won.” You shook your head.

“We did. They brought you all back here today, billions of people suddenly reappeared after 5 years.”

“F-five years?” You gasped as you looked to Shuri for the truth and she nodded, clicking the black ball on her bracelet and a world clock appearing with dates all showing 2023.

“I have to go.” She said, placing the ball back on her bracelet and grabbing her vambrace blasters. “If Thanos wants another war, that is what he will get.”

She took off running as Dr N’Yana pressed a calming hand to your shoulder. “You need to rest, there’s no fighting for you.”

“My family needs me.” You argued despite the fact you didn’t even have the energy to get past the ageing doctor.

“Your daughter needs you more.”

Remember your promise.

You nodded sullenly to Nat’s voice that filled your head and curled up with your daughter safely cradled in your arms. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

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6 Months Later, Ohio

The sun broke through the thick canopy of leaves like golden spears of light and the spring breeze left a hint of jasmine in the air. It was peaceful here, somewhere she could truly rest after all the long years she spent fighting. You could sit in the clearing all day listening to the birds singing but your days of rest were gone and now it was your turn to fight. You had a daughter to raise in a world that had been thrust into chaos and anger but you vowed to make it safe for her.

“Ouch.” Bucky groaned as Natalia pulled his long hair. “Daddy’s going to need a haircut before you rip it all out.”

You smiled as you looked up from where you sat beside Natasha’s headstone and watched Bucky walking along the pathway with your daughter in his arms. You weren’t quite sure how you would have survived without him, the long sleepless nights with your newborn, the even longer nights spent crying over her mother. He had been your pillar of strength even though he was working through his own losses with Steve gone.

“I think someone’s hungry.” He greeted you with a kiss as he sat down on the grass and let Natalia reach out for you to breastfeed, latching on quickly as you stared at the plain headstone that didn’t do her justice. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“She deserved so much more.” You sighed and leant into his side. “She should’ve been here to watch Natalia grow. It’s just so fucking unfair.”

“We’ve fought aliens with the help of sorcerers and gods.” He said as he draped his arm over your shoulder and shuffled closer. “You sort of have to believe that she’s not completely gone, that she's out there watching over everyone.”

As if to prove his point a breeze whipped through the small cemetery, shifting the branches above you and letting a blinding ray of light bath you in her glow. Tipping your head back, you let the light warm your soul and dry the tears that rolled down your face.

Your momma will always be watching over us.

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Hands That Heal - Ch.5

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary:  Things finally get heated with you and Bucky, once you help him overcome his insecurities. Chapter Warning: 18+ only, smut, oral (f), fluff Word count: 2138

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 coming soon

RECAP: “And where am I meant to fit?” You asked as you put your hand on your cocked hip.

He shuffled back and opened his arm out, giving you the space needed to lay in front of him. You didn’t waste any time filling the space and your head rested on his warm arm while his metal one curled over your waist. There was no way you were going to be able to focus on the movie as you felt the tips of his fingertips teasingly caressing the soft skin of your belly where your shirt had shifted and slowly inch their way down. 

“Bucky?” You asked with a breathy voice you barely recognised and his fingers froze where they were. “Please, don’t stop.”

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