Do Me A Favor (Part 13)

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Dishes

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

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

loose ends

Summary: He picks up a photo on a bookshelf and Bucky sees her face, her smile between him and Steve and-

He’s breaking down a door, she’s screaming. Metal around her throat, nothing more than choked gasps from her mouth-

-he does not want this memory back.

Word Count: 1225

Warnings: Character death, torture, murder.

He’s so far gone when they find him, incoherently mumbling while unconscious. HYDRA already knows his name – Sergeant James Barnes, from the 107th. If anything, it’s a reunion seeing him back in the lab and Zola smiles as he’s placed on the medical table, already measuring the circumference of his arm.

There was a train, he knows. Memories of a man in blue reaching for him swirling around his mind, and then of a woman he left behind, far before the snow and tracks.

He wakes up and neither of them are there, yet something nags at the back of his mind, telling him that they should be, would be. His vision is hazy but he can make out a man that should be his enemy, the phantom feeling in his left arm before he’s strapped down, despite being too drugged to lift a finger. There’s something digging into his temples, someone says go and-

He’s slipping. Every scream that falls past his lips takes a piece of him with it and he shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

Steve’s always telling him, “be careful,” and Bucky always replies, “I am.”

But he’s not and he slips into a diner and into a booth, as far away from the windows as possible. He’s learnt that no matter how little money you have, you can get into anywhere as long as you look like you’re supposed to be there so he does, slouching in the seat and smiling at the girl already sitting there.

“Hey,” he turns on his charm and she’s more amused than flattered. Her eyes flicker upwards to the guys that run by the window, engrossed in the pursuit of someone. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

What is your name?

James Buchanan Barnes.

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

The scientist frowns, marks something down on paper.

“Go again.”

Czytaj dalej

Still Peter Parker - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I’m really trying to crank stuff out, at least once a day. Requests are starting to pile up, and I also have some things I want to get to. It’s a little overwhelming. And thank you all for 150, it’s only been three days since I hit 100 followers, and it’s really amazing to see how fast our little community is growing.

Prompt ( 1 , 2 ): “I can’t believe you talked me into this,“ and “You lied to me.”

Warning: Idfk, a little angsty-ish, I guess

Words: 751 (I’m sorry that this is so short, I really want to get this out, and not stay up until midnight to do it)

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IMAGINE: You were “Peggy” TITLE: There Is No Future Without You (GIRL READER) _

1942 wasn’t your year. Being a female during this time was hard, especially when you worked for the government. You worked for an organization called Strategic Scientific Reserve; SSR for short. To make matters worse you were assigned to work with the military for a new project. Today was the day you met the new recruits and you weren’t the least bit excited.

You walked with a kick in your step. You eyed the men in front of you stopping to stare a few seconds longer at the shortest and scrawniest of the bunch. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute. You continued to analyze the group as you spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, I’m Agent L/N. I supervise all operations of this division.”

“Hey, sweet cheeks. What’s a gal like you doing working for the US Army?” One of the men spoke.

You refrained yourself from smirking. You looked at him with a firm look, “What’s your name, soldier?”

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” He glanced at his friends before doing as told and moved to stand in front of you, “Put you right foot forward.”

“Are we dancing? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” That was all he needed to say for you to snap. Without a second thought you, you through your fist feeling as it connected with his face.

-

The car had been silent with a hint of awkward. You sat up straight, waiting for you two to make it to the facility. The moment you saw Steve you knew he would be picked. He may not have been the biggest, or the tannest, but he had the heart and will that was needed. You had just hoped he would be the only subject. You didn’t know if you could take watching others be put through the testing.  

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve spoke,” I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He pointed out each place like it was some kind of achievement, which it kind of was.

You refrained yourself from chuckling, “Did you have something against running away?”

“You start running they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, push back.” The two of you locked eyes, “Can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” All those times you tried to be more than just the girl in the RSS you would always be shoved back down. You were never given the chance to show your potential.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to’ join the army if you’re a beautiful dame. Or a beautiful…a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but-”

You smiled softly at his awkwardness, “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“This is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.” He smiled sheepishly, “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced?” You couldn’t believe that anyone would not give such a gentleman a chance. If you weren’t under strict orders to not get involved with anyone at work, then you might have given the blonde a chance.

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years just didn’t seem to matter that much. Figured I’d wait.” He shrugged.

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

“Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Steve poured himself a glass of what you assumed was alcohol while he barely glanced at you as you approached him.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects.” You replied knowingly. You took a seat next to him unsure of what to say. You were never good at comforting people. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Did you read the reports?” Steve asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” You answered.

He finally looked you in the eye, “Then you know that’s not true.”

You placed your hand onto his. “You did everything you could.” You swallowed thickly as your hand began to grip his, “Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” He barely nodded. “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He must have thought you were worth it.”

Your words seemed to strike a cord with him as he squeezed your hand, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

You smiled in return, “You won’t be alone.”

-

“Wait!” You stopped the taller man. Trying to grip his suit, you pulled him into kiss that nearly stunned him, “Go get him.”

Steve looked at Phillips as a blush covered his pale cheeks. Phillips rolled his eyes, “I’m not kissin’ you!”

Steve looked back you taking the words from the Colonel as a single to leave. He smiled before he ran off. If you had just known that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a very long time.

-

The radio sounded loudly. Whoever was trying to contact you wasn’t very understand with the static, but you knew who it was. You were quick to press the button to talk to him, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

Steve. He was alive. You almost shouted in glee at his voice. Almost.

“What about the plane?” You asked in hope.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.” He responded quickly.

You bit your lip. “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

“There’s not going to be a safe landing.” His next words tore your heart, “But I can try and force it down.”

“I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You tried to reason. Your eyes were already glazing over as your gripped the com tighter.

“There’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice wavered, “We have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.”

You sniffled. You were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.” Steve’s voice broke at the last word. He wasn’t going to come back.

“Alright.” You played long with this fantasy, “A weak, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late!” A tear escaped your eye, “Okay?”

“You know; I still don’t know how to dance.” He grunted on the other end.

“I’ll show you how.” You smiled sadly, “Just be there.”

“You’ll have the band play somethin’ slow. I’d hate to step on your-” Static.

“Steve?” You asked. No reply. Your lips let out a sob, but your hand never left the button as you spoke, “Remember, don’t be late.”

-

“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just- I had a date.” _ DATE: February 1st, 2016

NOTES: I made myself sad

lets just be clear, if you spend the time baking a cake/cookies/brownies, you can eat as many of them as you want and the calories don’t count. you made those calories. you’re their god.

Sigh No More  “The Cave”

Author’s Note: This one was a bit hard to write. I hope you all like it, please send feedback or requests or anything! I am very happy with this project though and I encourage you guys to listen to the songs while reading. Love!

Track one can be found here 

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Track Two:

“So tie me to a post and block my ears/I can see widows and orphans through my tears/I know my call despite my faults/And despite my growing fears/But I will hold on hope/And I won’t let you choke/On the noose around your neck /And I’ll find strength in pain/And I will change my ways/I’ll know my name as it’s called again”

Grunting.

Sweating.

Heat building inside him as he took out every aggression on the punching bag in front of him. The gym was empty this early in the morning and he took every opportunity to cleanse himself of his nightmares before the dawning of a new day. Tony had been kind enough to provide the super soldiers with extremely strong, reinforced punching bags, giving them the ability to train at length without them bursting.

His mind barraged him with scattered memories, most of them half-truths or warped recounts of who he was before. Before…, he thought to himself, the word always lingering on the edge of his consciousness, Back when I was worthy, back when I was normal, back when I knew what it meant to be James Barnes.

His fists pummeled the bag as faces began swirling around his psyche. Some held fear, some held disgust, some held awe, but all had one thing in common: distrust. That was what he was the most tired of, all the distrust. Even Steve, who seemed to be the only one who considered him human always hid apprehension behind his eyes, as if Bucky was a bomb just building toward explosion.

Suddenly, the faces changed. No longer were these the images of people he knew; now they were the faceless figures of those he’d hurt. Bucky had heard plenty of stories of the crimes he’d committed, each one swept away by HYDRA. He could feel their anger, sense their fear, and taste their sadness in the back of his throat. And it was all because of him. The full force of his self-loathing hit him in that moment, fueling his punches and causing an involuntary growl to rip through him. His face felt damp, though he couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or tears.

Then, a sound behind him. He whipped around without thinking, the soldier’s instincts within him causing his muscles to tense, ready to fight.

But it was only Y/N. She stood in the doorway, all messy hair and bleary eyes, looking so small wrapped in a blanket. Her cheeks were red and she looked as if she’d been crying.

“Bucky, I-” she started, before swallowing a sob, “I had a nightmare and you weren’t in your room and-”

She was cut off by his embrace. Both arms held her tightly now, fear of his metal limb gone at the sight of her duress. She pressed her face into him and let her tears flow freely as her blanket fell from her bare shoulders. He knew she’d been tortured horribly by a terrorist group prior to his arrival and he’d often found himself fantasizing about what he’d do if he ever found the men who’d hurt her.

“It was just the same dream as always. I’m sorry for reacting like this but I couldn’t find you and my mind got the best of me and-,” she sighed with frustration, “I’m sorry for being so weak all the time.”

Confusion tinged his vision as he pulled away to look at her. Here was this person who had been through more than anyone could imagine, be it rage or pain or unbridled loss, and still chose to believe in the goodness of the world. Often, he would catch her simply smiling to herself, his presence unknown as she silently thanked the universe for its gifts with the beautiful upturn of her lips. Though Bucky knew his circumstances differed, he still looked to her when he needed proof of joy or an infusion of hope toward his unyielding future. These feelings, he knew, could easily atrophy after such a hard existence, yet she kept them strong through sheer force of will and the refusal to let her life get the best of her. He knew in his heart that she was anything but weak.

“Y/N,” he started, pausing to brush the hair out of her eyes, “You are not weak. After everything you’ve been through, you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

He felt his response terribly inadequate but knew he must have done something right when a faint smile touched her lips.

“Still, I really am sorry for bothering you like this,” she sighed shakily, “I know how much this time means to you.”

Her eyes searched his face for any sign of resentment, though she found nothing but concern. He pulled her in gently, letting her head fall on the skin of his human shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles into the tense muscles of her back.

“This is more important than any training,” he reassured, “Trust me.”

Her hands snaked their way around his neck, pulling him even closer.

“I do,” she replied simply, relishing the soft touch of his hair at her fingertips, “I do trust you.”

The full force of her words struck him sharply, leaving him dazed and unsteady. She trusts me? He turned the thought over in his mind, considering her proclamation from every angle. As he mused on the possibility of her feelings toward him, she sighed contentedly into his shoulder, nuzzling the scarred skin she found there. He felt how vulnerable she was in his arms, both physically and emotionally, and he wanted to push her away, to tell her that she deserved more than a beast like him, to give her to someone who could protect her from the Winter Soldier lying dormant inside of him.

But he knew he wouldn’t do that. He knew, as he led her to his room where she’d inevitably fall asleep wrapped in his protective embrace, that as long as he lived he could never allow another man the privilege of waking up next to her in the morning or the comfort of catching her smiling at him from across a crowded room. He also knew that he should feel selfish in wanting her all to himself, but he had a sense that that’s exactly how she wanted it too.

As they climbed into his warm bed, he couldn’t help but wonder where the abundant self-loathing he’d been fixated on only minutes earlier had disappeared to and he marveled at the way her touch soothed him even as he worked to comfort her. He knew as she snuggled closer into his grasp that he would never let his past dictate him as he was now responsible for something more than just himself. She trusted him and that was enough of a reason to keep on existing, if only to hear her laugh or feel her tense muscles relax as she fell asleep against him once again.

peter parker + “stay there. i’m coming to get you.”

words: 222

warnings: mentions an argument with the reader’s father and language

note: okay, so i imagined peter being older than he is in civil war

You hate doing this to him, calling him so late at night while you’re so upset, but you don’t know who else you’re supposed to call. The ringing stops after a few moments, but the only sound on the other side of the line is shuffling and a low grunt.

“P - Pete?” you ask uncertainly.

“Y/N?” he asks slowly. You can tell that you’ve woken him up. “What’s wrong?”

You wipe the stray tears from your cheeks, trying to gather yourself a little so you can explain why the hell you’ve called Peter at some god awful hour of the night.

“I um, I got in another fight with my dad… I’m sorry, I just didn’t know who else to call,” you say, voice wavering with each word.

“Where are you?” Peter asks, ignoring your apology - he doesn’t need it.

“Just around the corner from my house,” you tell him, glancing at the nearby street signs.

“Stay there,” he states. “I’m coming to get you.”

You sigh, beginning to argue, “Peter, you don’t have to -”

“I’m coming to get you,” he repeats, cutting you off. “Just stay safe until I’m there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, knowing there’s no use in arguing with him.

He’d do anything for you, even when you call him in the middle of the night crying, especially then.