Summary: You can’t sleep, so you decide to watch a movie
Characters: Eventual Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 1237
Warnings: none, maybe some language, it’s getting a little fluffy
Author’s Notes: The prequel to Fifty Shades of Bucky. Learn how and why you came to live at the Avengers Compound, along with how you and Bucky ended up together. I did tag my FSOB, Bucky, and Forever tags in this. If you are not interested in the prequel, let me know and I will remove you from future chapters. The film The Maltese Falcon is classic film noir and was made in 1941.
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People are difficult, they require a lot of focus. They, uh, they have a rhythm that I haven’t quite been able to–like brunch! What is brunch? You wait in line for an hour for, essentially, lunch. I mean, I don’t know. People are… a little slow.
PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Female Reader WARNINGS: ANGST, secrets, flashbacks, violence, blood WORD COUNT: 9027 SQUARE FILLED: Rescue Mission AUTHOR’S NOTE: Part Two of my “When You Come Back to Me Again” Marvel Angst Bingo series. Catch up with the first part in the link below.
Steve sat at the table, staring towards the window, slowly moving the chair he was sitting in from side-to-side. Natasha was sitting on one side of him, Sam on the other. Wanda was across from them, and as usual, Vision was close by her. Tony was pacing in front of the room, and Natasha was watching him, waiting for the inevitable. Tony finally stopped, turning and laying his hands on the table across from Steve, speaking slowly and deliberately.
“What were you thinking?” “Tony…”
He ignored Natasha, throwing his hands out as he spoke.
“Thaddeus Ross’ daughter? And you—you didn’t think you needed to tell any of us?”
Steve lifted his head.
“Like you don’t have any secrets from the rest of us?”
Tony stopped at that, looking to Natasha. She raised her eyebrows and stared down at the tabletop. Tony huffed out a breath.
A/N: as some of you might have guessed, Thor’s one of my favourite characters. I haven’t written smut for a while so I thought I’d write this for a few of my challenges. Some of you might have noticed that this was up last night and disappeared. I wasn’t happy with it so I wanted to add a little more. Hope you all enjoy – feedback is greatly appreciated!
You were curled up on the couch watching True Blood and enjoying a rare night of peace and quiet. It was your guilty pleasure watching the vampire drama although that might have had something to do with the actor that played Eric. You had just started on season three and figured you could get through at least two episodes undisturbed. You’d had a horrible day – week – month if you were being honest. You just wanted to relax and ignore the worries you had about work and life if only for a moment.
It wasn’t even the horrible day (month) that you wanted to ignore. You wanted to ignore the fact that your love life was basically non-existent. Sure you flirted with the odd guy but it wasn’t the same. You wanted more than just one of moments; you wanted the connection that you always saw between characters in television or movies. That might not have been realistic but that was the point, right? And there was only one man you knew you’d found that connection with.
Thor.
Too bad he was a literal God and Avenger. You were friends, sure, but he had plenty of women throwing themselves at him, blah, blah, blah. You were too tired to go into the vast clichés of why you thought he wouldn’t be interested in you.
Sigh.
So you lived out your desire for true connection and true love and all that mindless happy romantic nonsense by watching television. The vampire part might have been corny but it made for good TV.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: Big Bad isn’t dumb, and it’s bad for a reason. The story of how Agent Weber came to be in this position and came to despise Captain America and all he loves is part of a long and hateful history, part of the legacy of HYDRA. Weber’s lineage made it impossible to become anything other than a highly-trained ruthless double agent, with two goals in life – to initiate HYDRA’s resurgence as a force for destruction through the creation of an army of Super Soldiers, and to ensure the safety and security of the only person in life she held dear. Nothing would stop her from making these things happen.
Chapter Notes: HI all! I want to thank each and every one of you for all the love you’ve shown “my baby” (my very first fan fic). I am so glad to hear how you’re loving it. For this chapter, my HUGE GIGANTIC ENORMOUS thanks goes out to @lloeppky – this amazing woman just binged the previous 20 chapters of this fic in like 3 days IN HER SPARE TIME (oh, she’s a teacher, so she has none!). She has left comments on, and reblogged/liked EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER and for that I am so so grateful. Thank you sweetie, I am so thankful for you!
I *really* thought this chapter was going one way when I started, but Weber’s backstory really sucked me in. Given that I hadn’t given much time to explain motivation and history, I took longer on it than I expected. I hope you all enjoy – I would love to hear your feedback, as always. The most wonderful and kind beta, MsEnglish101 always keeps me going, and thanks also to MsZombieCake for her help with the history, particularly the parts that pertain to German military titles, etc. That was invaluable and I hope makes the story more believable.Enjoy!
Germany 1941
“Frau Strucker, we must leave immediately.”
“No! I will not leave without my husband and my son will not leave without his father.”
The sky over the camp burned red, smoke pouring out of the main building. Soldiers ran with the unmitigated panic of those who knew their end was near. Wilhelm Weber Strucker was only 13 years old, but remembered exactly what happened next.
Warnings: Fluff, family and relationship drama, (trigger warning) healing after a trauma, some pretty strong angst, and explicit sexual content that is NSFW 18+. SERIOUSLY.
Chapter Summary: As always, reunions with Steve were wonderful, but the one on your birthday was magical. The days and weeks leading up to your ex-husband’s wedding were busy, but also a time for reflection and bittersweet feelings that Steve picked up on. While your life kept going ahead in wonderful and positive directions, behind the scenes the big bad was starting to plan its revenge. The people you trusted to keep you and your family safe were not all what they seemed. Old ties, old wounds, new hate and fresh revenge were about to insert themselves into your happily ever after.
Chapter Notes: Now I know what it’s like to WANT to write like crazy but have life get in the way. Thank you, as always, to @MsEnglish101 for always being there for me and helping me write a story I am truly happy with. If you have a spare minute, let me know what you think – I love reading your comments – they are, without fail, uplifting. Stay tuned!!!!
As you walked over to kiss him and you recognized that he was in his stealth suit and not street clothes, you laughed as a thought came to you. “Did Clint drop you on the roof? Do we need to move somewhere with a landing pad?”
He held onto your waist and leaned against you. “What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t get back for my best girl’s birthday? Anyway, it wasn’t much of a jump.” You swallowed hard, grateful this wasn’t something else he was going to ask you to do. You hoped.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC | Word Count: 6649 Warnings: language, angst, dark themes – discussion of sexual assault
Penny was in the middle of washing the dishes after dinner when the house phone rang. She exchanged a look with Bucky, knowing it would be security announcing a visitor. If it were Steve, he would just come up, and no one else was scheduled to visit.
At least tonight she’d gotten the chance to eat the spaghetti before being interrupted. They’d managed to have an enjoyable dinner in which they’d discussed a few of her projects in greater detail without snapping, snarling, or yelling at each other.
She was pleasantly full. In fact, she’d eaten more today than she usually did in three days. Barnes was obsessed with stuffing food in her face and with cutting back her caffeine intake. She’d reached for her fifth cup of coffee when they’d returned from the lab, only to be handed a cup of tea instead. As she’d been on the phone with the Head of Oncology at Johns Hopkins, she hadn’t the ability to bitch Barnes out, ending up drinking the surprisingly tasty tea.
By six he’d been dragging her to her feet, refusing to let her stay longer her first day back, and hustled her out the door, down the elevator, and into the car even as she protested she still had work to do. He’d ignored her, and by the time they got to the parking garage beneath her apartment, Penny had been dozing off in the back seat.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3945 Warnings: Lots of angst, emotional pain, soft Steve
Lily woke slowly and stretched her arms out, expecting to encounter Michael’s warm body. When she found only an empty bed, the night before came rushing back with a clarity which had her eyes snapping open. She thrust her fist against her mouth to stifle her sob, unable to stop the tears from shaking her small frame.
Mom… The pain was so sharp and fresh it hurt to breathe let alone cry. But grief would need to wait until she figured out where the heck she was.
An unfamiliar room greeted her when she managed to catch her breath. Then her eyes landed on the man sleeping propped on his fist in the corner. Her body seized as her mind whirled with the consequences disregarding secret would now have.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 2614 Warnings: Angst. Language
Tears streamed down her face, ribbons of sorrow, showcasing her broken heart as Lily Tangela opened the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Michael. She had received the worst possible news tonight and needed the comfort only he could provide.
Her mother, her beautiful, sweet, wonderful mother had died. The cancer she’d been fighting for years had finally taken her life in a long-awaited, yet still much too sudden way.
The news had come only an hour into her shift, seeing her breaking down in her Captain’s office. A new officer for NYPD, Lily was just settling into her career, hadn’t yet been assigned a partner, and now with this tragedy, she was being told to take whatever time she needed to grieve and bury her mother. It was the worst thing that could have happened.
Her sob was soft as she pushed open the door and stumbled to a stop. The table before the window was set for two. Candles glowed. A wine glass, one of a pair, had a smear of ridiculously red lipstick on the rim.
It was eleven o’clock at night, and Lily was supposed to be working the graveyard shift.
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