TheThief

The Thief

Summary: Where do all of Bucky’s shirts keep disappearing to?  Pairing: Reader x Bucky A/N: 2.1k word count. Silliness, fluff. Posters from the fic LOL

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Bucky is missing another shirt on Saturday morning. He rifles through his closet, slapping the hangers to the left and down the pole where they clack against each other fearfully. Last week, this happened too. His favorite red Henley with the threadbare hem and black buttons— all day he had searched for it until—

Oh.

With a slightly exasperated groan and a backwards tilt of his head, he closes the closet door. Quietly, he slips out of his room and down the silent hallway until the chatter of voices from the kitchen meets his ears.

Wilson stands at the stove top, flipping pancakes the size of plates— heavy, thick, wheat ones, overloaded with blueberries. Steve is to his side, pouring milk and stealing fruit when Sam isn’t looking. Natasha is perched on the counter, sipping black coffee.

And then, his eyes skip over to the dining table where a pair of delicate feet are propped up on the glass, toes tapping off-beat to a tuneless song.

You.

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The Gunslinger Chronicles (5)

Warnings: 18+ Only! Extreme Violence, Graphic Depictions of Gore, Alcohol Abuse, Smut - M/F, Smut F/F, Bisexual Reader, NSFW.

Pairings: Loki X Reader, Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader, Natasha X Reader

Summary:

“There was a rule in Shield. Never send in The Gunslinger unless the situations already gone south. She’s a ‘break glass in case of emergency’ kind of agent. Or she was.” Natasha elaborated.  

“What is she now?” Steve asked.  

“A fucking corpse is what she’s supposed to be. We thought she went down with The Triskelion, found her body and everything. Even fooled me and Nat.” Clint sighed.  

Steve tilted his head at Natasha questioningly and she shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a flicker of darkness in her eyes that betrayed her nonchalant attitude.  

“Ok, so why the Gunslinger? Not that it isn’t a cool name, but why?” Sam asked.  

“Because every mission she did was like the Wild West. She wasn’t refined or precise, but she was damn good at fucking shit up. Give that woman a gun and a day, she’d create enough anarchy to bring down a small country.” Clint snorted.  

“And she’s a crack-shot. She is to a gun what Clint is to a bow and arrow.” Natasha added.

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A/N - If you like this chapter at all, you can thank @buckyreaderrecs​. Without her it wouldn’t exist. Your help was invaluable on this chapter 💕

Part Five - Unfinished Business 

Somewhere between the gym and the kitchen you had managed to lose Clint. Or he had lost you. Either way, it left you alone with Sam, which you weren’t terribly upset about. The man had the figure of…well… a superhero, a grin that made you want to smile back, and the kindest eyes you had ever seen.  

“How are you holding up?” He asked you.

His tone could read as causal or concerned and you had a feeling he’d made it that way on purpose. You could use this as an opportunity to open up to him about any nerves or anxieties you had, or you could brush it off as a platitude. He had left the choice up to you.

“By my bootstraps.” You told him, in an overly-exaggerated southern accent that didn’t actually exist outside of Hollywood.

“Miss Earp, Sergeant Barnes asked me to tell you he’s waiting on the roof for you.” A disembodied voice informed you.

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Call Sign: Renaissance // 07

07. Redemption

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Chapter Summary: Dealing with the loss of Sam, you and Steve fight to take down those responsible.

Word Count: 2,444

Warnings: angst, violence, mentions of war, blood

A/N: I cannot apologize enough for keeping you waiting. Inspiration finally came and I could not be prouder of the result. I hope you enjoy!

If you happen to be a Latinx reader of mine, feel free to correct any language mistakes I may have made! In a rush to get this out, I didn’t have my friends proof the Spanish!

The last words you spoke to him are echoing in Steve’s ears as he considers his next.

Take care of my best friend.

Of course, Sam is one of his best friends, too. After coming out of the ice into a new millennium, Steve was fairly certain he would never relate to anyone or anything ever again. Then he met Sam.

Right from the start, there was this unspoken understanding. Two separate lives lived decades apart, but so very familiar. From a common bond, a friendship grew - a friendship that Steve knew he didn’t deserve. 

Sam was willing to risk it all for me and this is where it brought him.

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Bad Dream  -  Three

Pairing: Dark!Steve X Reader

Summary: A year after wiping your memory and keeping you for himself, Steve Rogers is happy. Happier than he’s ever been. With you and your daughter, life couldn’t be any better. The only problem? You’re starting to remember things.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Manipulation

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: I’m back. My computer battery is fried so it’s a slow piece of shit. I’m gonna try to update all my stories soon…ish. I’m gonna add tags later

!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!!

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“Alright honey. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You nod, pushing yourself up onto your toes and kissing him gently on the lips.

“We’ll miss you,” you whisper, glancing down to where Sarah is lying asleep in his arms. “I’ll miss you guys too. But I’ll be back before you know it. And then I think I’m gonna take you on a little trip. Bucky’s setting it up for us.”

You get reminded to last night when he was on the phone with his friend, talking about ‘fixing’ you.

His words echo in your mind, terrifying and confusing you at the same time.

“What about Sarah?” You ask softly, gently smoothing your finger of her soft cheek.

“We’ll bring her. But I want to have a few days of privacy. Just you and me. And maybe… maybe I’ll put another baby in you. How’s that sound?” His eyes are hard, watching your every move.

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Catch Me (Day 7)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

@avengerstories​ - thank you for editing this you queen :)

Day 6

“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

“What is it this time?”

“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”

“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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I don’t know why I’m so dumb and read angsty fics when they make me nauseous, but congratulations you had me gagging.👏

😭😈😭😈 okay so i have never done this so if i do it wrong i am sorry. Could you do Dialogue prompt #3? With Bucky? Where he insults the reader a lot and he isn't very fond of her being on the Team. And looks for any excuse to berate her ... Pretty please :))

Warnings: degrading, insults, language, Bucky is a piece of work.

Bucky Barnes despised you and you were lucky enough to grind his nerves without even doing anything to get on the wrong side of him to begin with. He's hated you from the moment you stepped through the guarded doors downstairs and wonders if the team was crazy having someone like you on it.

"You're a fucking walking disaster!" He spat at you one day, walking past you for no reason when you were sat on the bench in the gym taking a swig of your water after running for 5 miles on the treadmill.

You did your best to avoid the asshole. He hated you so it made it easier to hate him too.

Missions with Bucky was the worst thing you could ever imagine. You and Bucky were in Russia to infiltrate a Hydra base and a guard shot at you, luckily for your quick instincts and training you had successfully shot the guard dead, no thanks to your partner. "Thanks for the backup, Buck!" You growled. "Oh shit. I'm sorry doll. Watch out there's a guard shooting at you!" He mocked pointing to the already dead soldier on the ground. "Please Y/N I'm not your fucking babysitter, watch your own goddamn back." He stormed off continuing the mission regardless if you were behind him or not. Sometimes you wished a giant wormhole would suck his annoying ass up. That would really make your day.

The insults and mockery never faltered when you arrived home from that russian mission. Bucky used everything he could against you, even stooping as low as using your abandoned family as a way to hurt you, and it did but you never told him yet because he would love that. His insults were said when it was just you two around, because you had often wanted to talk to Steve about Bucky's behaviour, but you had no proof. He was like two different people, alone with you he was really cruel but in front of the team he ignored you.

You were sitting alone on the corner couch eating some candy bars in the common room watching reruns of friends in the background when the man of your nightmares strolled in. He snatched the candy bar from your hand and threw it in the trash. "I was fucking eating that you dumb fuck!" You seethed. "well tough shit, you're already a fat ass you don't need that shit encouraging you." His words stung. But he was too far gone to care about your feelings and you knew he wanted you off the team and was doing everything he could think of to get you off it.

It was a new day and you had decided not to let Bucky get to you, easier said than done. You had to attend a meeting in the debriefing room and your luck wasn't on your side today as you were seated right opposite Bucky. His eyes boring into you.

The meeting was a waste of time, this mission you wasn't needed because they needed a woman who could seduce men and Natasha was first pick for that.

"no offence Y/N but you're not Nat." Steve smiled apologetically.

With your arms crossed unamused, "I have never been so insulted!" You quipped back with a scoff.

Bucky laughed shaking his head, "you don't listen much do you? Good choice though Steve I mean she's definitely nothing like Nat. Natalia is gorgeous and talented and this... This thing just belongs in the trash."

That was the last straw, his abuse was taking its toll on you and you stood up abruptly walking out of the meeting without a word, leaving your files behind and going back to your room. Maybe you should just give him what he wants, he wants you gone right? Well gone you are.

A knock on your door stilled your pacing and you muttered a come in, and you could have keeled over when Bucky walked in looking sorry.

"I'm sor-"

"I quit." You cut him off. He looks surprised and raises his eyebrows.

"that's what you want right? That's why you degrade me, insult me all the time and went a step further and degraded me in front of my friends and my colleagues. I quit."

"Y/N plea-"

"get out of my room Bucky."

"Look please just lis-"

"GET OUT!!!" your chest heaved up and down and so much adrenaline running through your body, you slumped down on the floor in front of your bed with your knees hugging your chest, for the first time wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life.