Allein, Allein || Chapter II || Bucky Barnes X Reader

Allein, allein || Chapter II || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 2 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 998

Author: Rouge

A/N: continuation of first chapter. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stay tuned, the action is under construction ☺

Special Tag: @arawynn

It trailed him, hushed as the night, dancing between the trees as the sunlight flickered. It melted into darkness with the arrival of dusk, until it blended and disappeared against the backdrop of nothingness. But it remained, only neglected. Like the stars during the day – overpowered by the pouring rays of sunlight – but yet still there. As night whisked away it joined him once more, hailing like an old friend. It mirrored his actions, as though looking up to him, surveying and admiring his every move.

The Asset wasn’t yet able to state what was it but he could clearly feel its presence. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones.

When he got up that day, he was feeling wrecked. He didn’t want to go at the training room. He didn’t want to leave his little cell. But he couldn’t say “no”. He was their tool.

He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he's worked hard. When he stopped doing push-ups, he felt how wet his clothing has become. The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.

He felt glances on him but he couldn’t figure out, to whom they belonged to.

Meantime, you were standing behind the one-way mirror, observing Barnes carefully,  two agents accompanied you in the room.

“He’s ready,” strong voice whispered straight into your ear.

You didn’t realize that you supervisor has entered the room; he did it so quietly that you almost jumped at the tone of his voice. You felt his breath on your cheek. It smelled like cheese that had been left in the back of a broken refrigerator-- for, say, a month. You stopped yourself from a gag reflex by turning your head slightly aside.

“Mint?” You offered politely, pulling little packing out from pocket of your uniform.

Man had politely declined, and you nodded lightly.

“He’s ready to comply,” the lieutenant repeated. “But his last two performances made us worried. The High Command instructed me to take steps to exterminate this Asset,” man informed casually.

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I don’t think so, comrade lieutenant,” you replied in a deep voice when you heard his last sentence, “He is ready but only partially. We cannot be sure that he won’t betray us.”

Lieutenant threw you a cold glance as he scratched his chin. “Exactly. So, miss Y/N? How long will it take?”

You frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, comrade…”

“I ASKED HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO TRAIN HIM, Y/N?” This time man growled, you noticed with the corner of the eye that he clenched hands in fists. “I’m giving you one last chance to rebuilt our faith in this piece of trash. His former handler wasn’t too involved in our requests,and you good know how had he ended.”

“Yes, I know,” you admitted, “But I… I am not sure…” You swallowed hardly before speaking out loudly. “He’s unstable, we all know this.”

You looked through the mirror to watch Barnes doing dead lift with a huge load. You stopped breathing for a second when you realized that Asset was looking straight at you. Moment later, you cooled yourself down – he couldn’t see you through this kind of a mirror. You knew it, yet a strange, unspoken fear remained in the back of your head.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by your supervisor. Older man smirked rudely. “What? Are you afraid of our minion?” He chuckled awfully, and bared his nicotine stained teeth.

You took a quick breath and kept the poker face. “No, comrade. I’m not afraid at all. Give me a week, and I’ll do the most loyal figure of him,” you said, looking at Barnes through the glass, “He won’t try anything ever again, I guarantee,” you added.

Man turned around and was about leaving the room but he stopped next to you to pat your shoulder. “You have one week. Not a minute more.” After these words, man left the room along with two other agents.

You let out a shaky breath, then rubbed your temples to calm yourself down.

You looked at your reflection in the one-way mirror, and left the room quickly, heading straight to the gym.

The Asset was now working with a punching bag.

You frowned as you noticed some blood on his knuckles. “Enough,” you said loudly.

He gave you a brief look but he didn’t stop. He was still slamming into the punching bag.

“ENOUGH, ASSET!” You yelled loudly.

He stopped, leaning his forehead against the ratty material of the bag. “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked simply.

You crossed arms over your chest, looking at him. “Listen, you’ll be training with me from today. You’ll also be assisting me in my daily tasks, do you understand?” You tried to sound firmly but your voice almost faded out with last three words as you saw a smirk on his lips. “What’s so funny, Asset?”

He tilted his head to look at you, he ran his tongue over his lips. “We’ll see who will be training whom,” his blue eyes were looking straight into yours, and you felt uncomfortably, what made him smirk even wider. “But okay. Deal,” he agreed as he stretched his back, presenting all the tensed muscles.

You felt your heart skipped a beat at the view but you tried to keep straight face. “Tomorrow. At 6:00. At the driveway. And don’t be late,” you informed him before you left the gym.

As soon as you did, you rested your back against the cold wall, gasping for air.

What this man, the Asset, was even doing to you?

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The Encounter || James Delaney x Reader SMUT

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Summary: James Denaley accidentally meets a young lady in distress. He learns quickly that help might just pay off in a very pleasant way. Voodoo łudu czary mary, Tom wychodzi zza kotary.   

Warnings: Smut

Words: 3683

Authors: Cass & Rouge

James was walking through the city. It was day like every other, streets were full of passers and stalls were full of annoying sellers who were screaming about freshness of their products, when in fact, they were rotten since the day before.

His boots were sinking into a soft ground. It was raining few hours ago, not a surprise that ground on this street changed into mix of mud, shit and dear Lord knows what else.

He turned around to go back home, passing a little, almost claustrophobic alley. After few heavy steps, he heard a scream coming from that exact alley.

"Leave me alone, bloody bastards!" You were screaming as loudly as you could.

Two huge men were holding you by forearms, twisting them back in an attempt to have you obeying their orders.

You spat at one of the men. "I'll never be yours, airhead!"

Why would he even react to that? It was none on his business. Just another whore simply getting into troubles because of her too welcoming cunt, James thought. "Ah fuck it," he muttered deeply and decided to help this poor damsel in distress.

"Ey, you two! Don't you have better things to do? You need to assail this poor woman?," he growled. One of blocks threw him a mean glance, laughing briefly before answering. "Is this cunt yours? No? So get the fuck out of here, sir!"

Other man grabbed your throat, squeezing it hardly, choking you.

Enough was enough, no one will disrespect him in this way, James muttered in his mind.

Janes punched the closest man right in the face and positioned himself behind the man only to one arm around his neck and other now wielding a knife around his waist. "Ey you!," he growled, "Better listen to me now, friend. You better leave this girl alone or I will gut your friend and force you by myself to pick up his insides and eat them on my own eyes," James warned.

Other block left you alone, tossing you on the sidewalk like a paper bag, then he ran to the stranger and picked his handy knife out of pocket of his coat. "You're dead already!," he yelled loudly, taking an aim.

"Well, then. If you want this so bloody much…," Jamesmurmured and cut open his hostage's stomach before pushing him away. "Now you."

Man stacked the blade of his knife straight into stranger's shoulder. He laughed deeply, some of saliva has dropped onto his collar.

James looked emotionless on a blade stacked in his shoulder and simply pulled a pistol out from under his coat. He shoot man in the head and then looked at corpse and laughed. "Who is the funny fella now, huh?" James shook his head and simply pulled knife out of his shoulder, he tossed it aside and looked at you.

You shivered as you laid on dirty ground. Your long, green dress was covered in mud and dirt, you raised your head, eyes full of tears as you looked stranger in the eyes.

He grabbed your forearm and drugged you up to stand on your own legs. "You okay?,” he asked. His voice was so deep that it almost sounded like a growl.

"Yes, sir," you whispered, trembling.

"Now...," he muttered before dragged you out of the alley. "Now you will go back to your brothel. It should be that way," James pointed into the direction right behind you then he turned around and started walking opposite direction.

"Sir!," you screamed after him. "I am not one of those girls!"

He rolled his eyes and turned back to you. "Then go home, woman,” he growled.

"Sir," you approached him, tugging onto his sleeve. "Please... I don't have a place to go to," You exclaimed. "I owe you a favor."

He frowned, looking down on you. James let out a heavy sigh. "Come on,” he muttered and showed you to follow him.

You whispered quietly and slowly followed him. You tried to not pay attention to other people who were staring at you.

James took you to his house. Yes, it was an odd idea but right then he had no other choice. He knew that your poor, little, sad whimpers would hunt him forever if he would abandon you.

The walk wasn't too long. On the place James opened door for you. "Inside,” he muttered.

You hesitated.

He was a complete stranger to you after all.

After a brief second, you stepped into his house.

"One more second and I would push you in myself. You wanted to go with me, so better don't hesitate now," James muttered taking off his coat and high-hat.

You looked around.

The old house must have been little more than a glorified shed even in its hay day. But now it looked for all the world like a giant had sat on the roof, for it sagged terribly. The windows were gaping holes for the wind to rush in and out through and the door hung on its hinges at a jaunty angle, although now it was really just a frame. It was a rotting heap, bowing down, subservient to the elements.

You bowed a bit. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. Yet, I believe I still don't know your name."

"James," he muttered and walked past you into the living room.  "Brace! Where are you?! I will need your help!," James said loudly, looking around.

An old man walked down the stairs and tilted his head slightly on the side as soon as he spotted you. "Another whore, sir? Just to make sure, I won't get the fire going, sir. We are slowly running out of wood," He said, his voice was firm.

"She is not a whore, Brace," James said, sitting down on a the couch. "This lady is a poor damsel in distress that I saved from rape," James informed, taking off his boots and tossing them thought the door to hallway.  "Please, take her upstair and prepare the bath for her, please. On your way back bring me Brandy and some bandages. My shoulder hurts."

Brace shrugged with a slight roll of his eyes, which didn't get out your attention. "As you wish, sir," Man said as he sent you a fake, polite grin and turned to get upstairs. "Follow me, ma'am."

You picked the hems of your dress and started to climbing up the old stairs.

"I never thought I'd live to see this shit going on around. Rest in peace, Mr Horace Delaney," old man muttered quietly to himself, making the sign of cross over his heart.

"Thank you! And don't forget the Brandy and bandages!," James reminded as he slowly got up and took off his shirt to look at the wound.

Meantime, old man has showed you a room.

There was something in the darkness that was like a promise, like the world before dawn. It was a room as a canvas rather than a finished work of art, and to you, it was all the more exciting. With each movement something new came to your hand, a tiny fragment more of the furniture and antique ornaments took form, as if they were waiting for you to make them real.

"Make yourself comfortable, ma'am. Your bath will be ready soon." Old man smiled emotionless at you and he went to other room.

After, Brace came downstairs again and handled a bottle of brandy and few bandages to James. "Is this necessary, sir? New woman every week? I am afraid I'll get to the point where I won't remember their names," Brace said, crossing arms over his chest. "Your father was leading many sinful ways of riotous behavior, but I believe you wouldn't have to continue all this."

"Like father like son, as they say," young Delaney laughed shortly, it was more a sarcastic laugh. "I will need help with this little thing," James tappet his shoulder. "One of the attackers thought it's a good idea to attack me with a knife."

He looked at Brace. "Oh don't look at me like this. I saved her life, I wanted to be a good man for once and you still have problem with me."

"Me having problem?," Brace rolled his eyes again, "Not at all, Mr Delaney."

Man pulled little wooden chair closer to place where James was sitting, he cleaned man's wound carefully. "I have to admit she's beautiful," Brace added casually.

"Maybe. I didn't really look at her to be honest,” James shrugged softly. "She will stay here at last two day. Later she can go wherever she wants. You are enough to me."

Brace moved a bit away from James. "Sir, I treat you like a son I haven't ever had but sometimes I question myself how is this even possible for me to keep up with you after all this."

"I have no idea but like we both see you do a bloody great job. Let's make it quick. I need to check if she is still alive and we need to feed this poor little bird," he muttered. "I don't really want her to die here after things I had to go through to safe her."

"Only to have someone to accompany you in cold, empty bed, sir?," Brace wiggled his brew.

"First I would have to sleep in bed, Brace," James rolled his eyes and laughed shortly.

James was sitting on the attic reading through some old document and notes. Right then, he was wearing nothing more than his big shirt. Some tattoos on his legs and chest were clearly visible just like bandages on his shoulder. He was deeply focused and the surrounding silence was helping him.

You couldn't sleep. For an hour or two you were beating along the bed.

Finally, you got up and went to bathroom to wash face with cold water.

I was when you saw a dim light on the corridor, and decided to go and check what was the cause of it.

James didn't move, he was too focused to even hear the smallest noise around him. He put away one paper only to take the other one.

You gently knocked in a wall. "Excuse me, can I bother you?"

"Don't you think you bothered me enough today, miss?," he asked. His eyes didn't move even an inch away from the paper he was currently holding in his hand. "What do you want? You should be long time asleep."

"Oh, how I wish to dream again," you whispered quietly and smoothly as you dared to step into the room. "My nightmares are haunting me."

James put away the paper and looked up at you. "And what you expect me to do, miss? Save you like from those man this afternoon?," he asked crossing arms over his cheats.

You rested your hip against old door that were wide open. "No. I just want to thank my savior for his dedication," you said, maybe using a bit too formal tone. "My father, God bless his soul, happened to know your father, sir."

"Well, like a lot of people," man smiled softly. "I just wanted to save your poor little ass from those bad man. I didn't plane to do anything else," James shrugged and watched you carefully, maybe Brace was right after all.  "What's your name, little one?"

"Y/N, sir," you bowed head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you," you added out of sudden.

What the fuck are you doing, stupid woman!, you bit your tongue after things you've said a moment before. That man was having a huge impact on you already. Was it a sign?

Your eyes slid along his features.

James let out a short laugh, watching you carefully. Yes, Brace was definitely right, you were indeed beautiful little thing. Maybe somehow you will be his new way to calm himself, to calm his demons and desires. Something was pulling him to you. "Come closer little one," James purred deeply.

You cocked your brow and instead walking to him, you turned around so you were facing him with your back. "I'm afraid I cannot, sir," You whispered lightly, "I am not another whore who'll succumb to your magnetism."

James smiled softly and got up from his chair. "Well, if you don't wanna come to the devil…," he walked closer to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, "Then the devil will come to you, little one," James whispered deeply into your ear.

You bite your lower lip as your body twitched under his touch. You tilted head slightly to look at his face. Yes, he could have been considered as a handsome block, without question.

"Devil? Ha!," you smiled, closing your eyes. "I can't see any devil within this room, sir."

He laughed and sat back on his chair, pulling you on his laps. "Well than you are the first one in this bloody city. You are beautiful you know?," he muttered and nuzzled to your neck.

A cold shiver ran down your spine, you smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I know," you claimed, "There were times I was using it against men," you explained.

You reached out and touched his sharp jawline, your fingertips gently danced along his harsh skin.

"Well, that explains why you get into troubles so easily. Just like today," James murmured before kissing and biting soft skin of your neck.

You smiled proudly and giggle when he placed kiss to your neck. You cupped his face into your hands and simply pulled him into a kiss.

His beard scratched your lips and chin, yet you hummed passionately in the kiss.

James growled loudly into the kiss, he kissed you back. His hand moved to back of your neck to keep you in place, while deepening the kiss.

You broke the kiss to throw head back, gasping for air. Then you looked him in the eye, licking your lips.

Oh, he was so handsome. Smelt like a cigars and strong alcohol.

Though his lips were pretty, it was the feel of them that sent your mind into a sensual state of intoxication. That's why you reached toward man's face and touched them lightly before the urge to kiss him took over control.

"I think we’re gonna have some fun, little one," he said before kissing you deeply again. His hands reached behind you to grab the hem of your dress and simply ripped your dress in two parts.

You moaned loudly and blushed when your ripped dress fell on the floor.

He exposed you so easily. And the worst thing was you liked it.

You got up from his laps only to present yourself to him. Your glance feel on a wide bed with four wooden pillars.

You walked to it, the sweet swing in your hips. You turned around when you reached it and bend over the mattress.

He smiled and followed you. He walked behind you and gently traced your back with his big hands, letting out few quiet growls.

James took off his shirt and throw it across the room. He wrapped one arm around your stomach and pulled you closer, pressing your back against his cheats. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your loves back.

You smiled lovingly, letting out a soft groan. You reached behind, giving his cock few strokes.

"So it's easy to get you horny, sir," you turned your head to kiss him again.

His colossal, rough hands moved to your clit to give you a quick rub then his fingers moved even lover to your center. "I would say the same about you, little one."

You made yourself comfortable in his arms, resting your back against his chest. "I love your tattoos," you whispered, rising your chin up to kiss his jawline. "You're so manly."

He muttered in agreement, not really focused on your words but on your body.

James sighed against your shoulder and kissed it before slowly slipping two of his big finger inside you. His other hand wrapped around your neck. He was moving his finger in and out, gently squeezing your throat from time to time. He was doing this for a longer time before removing his fingers. "I think you are ready," James purred into your ear before slamming his whole cock into you, without any warning.

You were slowly rocking hips while he was fingering your cunt. You moaned lovingly when he slammed himself right into your core.

"Dear God...," you grunted, reaching hand behind you to grab his neck. "That feels so amazing!"

You rest all of your body against him, letting man take all of the control over you.

James smiled wryly and used his full strength to pin you down to mattress. He was thrusting deep and hard into you, kiss every inch of your skin that he could reach.

The speed and force of his thrust soon become merciless. In that moment one of his hands traveled between your legs. He decided to fill your pussy even more by pushing one of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh my Lord, oh my Lord...," you were a whimpering mess at that point.

He was stretching your inner walls oh so nicely, sending wonderful shivers all over your tensed body.

"Let me take care of you, sir...," you managed to whisper as you squeezed your own breasts.

"You are taking care of me now, little one," James purred into your ear. "You take care of me by taking my cock so well. Your cunt feel so nice around me, this is all I need," he added another finger into you and his thumb started to rub circles on your clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, Y/N. You know that, right? I’m gonna fill you up, little one,” James growled deeply against your shoulder.

You closed your eyes, focusing only on blissful pain in your dripping core. You grabbed sheets tightly, biting your lips until you felt a metallic taste of blood. "I wanna be on top when this will happen, sir!," you turned head to look at him briefly.

James laughed softly. "If you will be a good girl and tell me when you are close. We will see what we can do about your little wish."

You let the man fuck you senseless. You were slowly becoming a moaning mess, whimpering loudly at each of his thrusts. "I will come, fuck!," you cursed.

"Such a beautiful girl too bad you have filthy mouth," he muttered and flipped you both so you were on top of him like you wished.

You moved up a bit and slipped hand between two of you to slipped his cock deeper into your cunt. Your hands rested on his tattooed chest as you started bouncing on him.

He smiled at you, watching your beauty on top of him. Indeed, the most beautiful view on Earth. James propped himself on his arm, to watch you even closer. He planted few kisses to your chest.

You pushed him back on the bed, starting to move faster and harder. You rocked your hips back and forth, letting him deep inside of you.

He licked his lips and put his hands on your hips, holding them tightly. His grip was strong enough to leave bruises on your soft skin.

"Oh Lord, James...," you whispered, slowing your movements down and kissing all over his chest.

He grabbed your cheek and pulled you into aggressive kiss as he started thrusting into you. "Come on, cum for me," man whispered against your lips

You bit his lips until you felt his blood, you grinned at him and got a rough pace again, going up and down his trembling cock. "I'm cumming!," you moaned loudly, cupping your breasts as you rode your orgasm off.

His hand moved up your body. "My good girl," James praised you as he started to thrust faster in you.

It didn't take him long before he cum. James held your hips tightly as he pushed himself as deep in you as it was possible, filling you up nicely.

You trembled, breathing shakily, your body was tensed and covered in sweat, your cunt was clenching rhythmically around James' cock. You threw head back and licked your lips as you rode his cock further. "You're truly a devil, sir."

"I told you," James whispered before removing himself from you. James wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to himself. "I think now we should rest now," he said before nuzzling to your warm body, it was nice and new feeling for him.

At morning James got up first. He put on some pants and walked downstairs. "Brace. Awake already?," he asked with fake shock.

"It was hard to sleep during night, sir," Brace threw James a mean glance as he poured hot water into cups, making a tea. "I decided I won't lose my time for something as unnecessary as sleep. I cleaned basement."

"Hard to sleep? I wonder why? It was such a nice night. Even our lady didn't have any problems with sleep," James laughed softly. "Since we talk about her, this little bird stays here," he informed casually.

Brace put the kettle on the table with loud noise. "Dear Lord, James! Another lady will be calling me her servant? I am sorry, sir, but it frustrates me. Like it wouldn't be enough to have myself on your service," man said simply, scratching his head. "And I am sure she didn't have problems with sleep because you have had her tired!"

James smiled and patted Brace's back. "No, she won't call you her served. She still call you master? Or something, I hope you are happy that you will have some apprentice."

Brace was about to comment something but in the end he bit his tongue and remained silent. "What are we going to do now?"

Delaney shrugged.

"I will go wake her up in a nice way. Then, we will see," James and rubbed over his beard

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Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve takes you to an abandoned house during Halloween night for a ‘date’. What happens there is hard for you to believe…

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

Against the dark night sky all Steve could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence. The wind whistled through the trees.

”Did you hear that? Let’s go see what that was,” he offered, glaring at you above his shoulder.

You shuddered as you pulled your coat tighter around your waist.

The fading of the sunlight had also meant the fading of the heat. Wintry air swirled around both of you, taking every lick of warmth it could.

“I am not sure, Steve, I don’t feel good here,” you claimed quietly, tucking your chin downward into your pullover.

“Shush,” he put his finger to his lips, humming softly. “I’m here with ya. You’re gonna be alright, come on,” Steve reached his hand out to you, a little smile appeared on his bearded face.

You sighed loudly but took a hold of his palm and let him to lead you in. You didn’t like the idea at all but you loved Steve and it was cute from his side that he was trying so hard to impress you. The idea of a trip to an abandoned house during Halloween night was, however, not your thing. You’ve agreed on his idea mostly because you didn’t want to make him sad. You knew that he put a lot of effort to prepare something. Besides, it was something new. You trusted him fully, in the end he was your boyfriend. Part of you still was afraid of what was about to come but you took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Both of you were exploring the house for almost an hour.

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

Thankfully, Steve has taken the flashlight with him so you didn’t have to blunder through the complete darkness.

The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve.

You both passed by cracked windows and mouldy, browned wooden walls with water stains painting as scars upon skin. You and Steve stopped when you came to a collapsed doorway. Wooden planks barred you from entering, still there from when the northern side of the house had fallen on itself.

You approached, peering through the slats, the light streaming in. It looked just like the rest: quaint in size, aging, and creepy. But what was ‘abnormal’, there was a little table in the middle of the room with a tiny ornate music box on its counter.

You glared back at Steve and he nodded softly, moving beam a bit to wider the slat for you to slither in. “Don’t hesitate, Y/N. It’s safe to get in, I guarantee,” man assured you softly.

With a quiet whimper you got into the room and waited politely at Steve to join you.

As he did, you both heard some not nice cracking a floor above and you held your breath back.

“What was that, Steve?” You whispered, instinctively grabbing a hem of his flannel shirt, tugging on it and pulling closer to him.

“Shush, Y/N. The house is old, it’s going rotten everywhere. It was just a wood, shush,” he explained calmly, stroking over your shoulder.

You mumbled something under your breath and you simply nuzzled to his wide chest, you shivered as you did.

“Hmmm? What’s that, Y/N? Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You could feel Steve smiling and you relaxed in his string arms a bit. Indeed, you felt securely when he was right next to you.

You glanced back at the music box.

“How is it not devastated like rest of the house? Only the music box is in a good condition. Interesting…” You muttered rubbing your chin with a thumb.

Steve let you out of his arms and gently pushed you ahead. “Instead of talking, go and check why is that,” Steve suggested lightly and you frowned a bit.

Was it some kind of a trap?

You looked around the room in an attempt to look for any hidden camera but there was nothing.

As slowly as it was possible, you approached the old table and took the music box in your hands. You turned around to Steve, and within a second he was standing in front of you. Rogers took the box out of your hands and looked down at you as he was towering over your figure.

“Steve…?” You asked, cocking brow up and tilting your head a bit. “What’s that, Steve?”

He only smiled at you, showing his beautiful teeth as he went down on his knee slowly, and it was when you simply knew what was about to happen.

“Steve…?” You asked again but he kept smiling only.

Steve opened the box and you saw a beautiful ring with a sapphire. You slowly put your palm to your mouth, you felt like you would collapse.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly.

The air was so brittle it could snap. But you took a step closer to him, nodding. “I do, Steve.” This time you spoke firmly, so sure of your own words. “I do.”

You let him put the ring on your ring finger, and when he stand up again, you simply jumped into his arms. “I love you so fucking much, Rogers,” you whispered between kisses you were placing everywhere you could reach.

He giggled happily, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling his bearded face into your shoulder. “I do love you too, honey-boo,” he claimed. “But, language!” He laughed harder, ruffling your bangs.

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I’ve used THIS word to emphasise how much I love you, Cap,” you explained yourself and grabbed his palm. “Can we go back home now? I would rather not be killed in some abandoned house.”

Double Dare || James Delaney

Summary: You're a thief. One evening you meet a very mysterious man. You find out it's James Delaney. He has a use for your skills. You agree, making partners in crime from both of you.

Warnings: None

Words: 4997

Authors: Cass & Rouge

James walked through dark alleys, looking around carefully. He had to be careful in there, this place was full of thieves and others scums. He would never end up in such a place without a REAL reason but this time he had one. James already spent a few hours looking for a thief that, as he heard, was a really good at the job.

A few days ago James has gotten a letter with an invitation to a fancy party. Why he got it? Even he didn't know the real reason but this was a perfect opportunity for him to put his hands on important reports.

Delaney wasn't a fool, he couldn't get them by himself, no matter how much he wanted to. He needed someone with an innocent look, someone who will look harmless on the outside, someone who will be clever and effective. That's how he ended up in this bloody alley, looking for a woman called "Y/N", not even being sure if this was her real name.

"Do you need something?" some sweet voice asked, hiding in a shadow of nearest building. You slowly get into a light of high-set moon.

You were a beautiful woman, but only on the outside. You were highly practiced at seduction. With your innocent looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm anyone, right? Mostly you just let men feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. It was only seconds before your new target was jumping through hoops to please you. Your face and some cleavage could get you anything and anyone.

James looked at you emotionless, he didn't care how you really looked or what you offered. He was above simple temptations like your face or your cleavage, He only needed your skills.

James studied your face for a moment before speaking. "I look for a woman, I heard her name is Y/N, and that she is highly skilled in what she does. I could have well-paid use for her abilities," his voice was firm and as official as it only could be, at some moments it sounded like a deep growl. "Maybe you know where I can find her? I think she wouldn't turn down such an interesting offer like mine."

"How much you'll pay?" you asked simply, walking closer to him, a swing in your hips. You put hand onto his shoulder as you slowly rounded him, observing carefully. "Such a strong man like you wouldn't have a problem with doing some certain things by his own," you summed up. "Let's say you're lucky enough to be talking to a right person already."

"I am really glad to hear this," James watched you carefully, scanning your body, your hair, the tiniest part of you.

"I need someone who is beautiful, who is adroit, someone who can enter and leave without marks after themselves," James explained briefly. "I am ready to pay a huge  amount of money, you will be able to get yourself a nice place to stay or drink yourself to death. Whatever suits you, all I want you to do is to go to a party with me,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest, you could clearly feel stuff he was keeping under his coat and these weren't nice toys. "I need a good thief and I believe that someone like you won't let such an occasion to disappear," James muttered deeply into your ear. He was aiming into your pride and maybe your fear, all he knew was that right then, from the side, you two looked like a couple that was simply flirting in public.

You bit your lower lip, sucking it into your mouth for a brief moment. You could easily feel at least two types of knives under his heavy coat, that man was still an enigma to you.

You smiled at him, your brow cocked as you slowly turned around, pressing your back to his strong torso and casually playing with lock of your hair.

"Well. So you need me to go at the party with you, huh?" you asked, chuckling slightly. "And you'll pay me for this? Well, I would be an idiot if I'd refuse to help you, sir," you tilted head to look up at him.

James played along with you, right now he didn't need any attention from smaller thieves or whores that were casually walking around this fucking place. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist. "I will pay you for a party and for a dress, as long as you’re gonna promise me that you will do whatever I tell you. I will have a really good use for your little sticky hands,” he said lowly.

He hated this situation, but he had to play along. Oh, how much he hated this feeling of your body pressed to his but there was no other way. James turned you around and looked at you. "When you will be sure, you will have to find me. I am sure you know where Delaney's house is. You will find me there, better be quick with your confirmation," he informed you and then simply walked away, not even looking behind himself once.

You crossed arms over your chest, smiling viciously, still cocking brow at the gentleman.

You already made up your mind, but didn't want to be taken as desperate.

You needed some coins at that times, though you were almost done with your previous life.

Yet, you thought it won't be a harm if you'll take his offer, it'd be your last work.

Two days have passed. Sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colors subdued in the fading light, the day winding down, first star in the night sky, short June darkness, air became cooler, the sweet evening landscape. Twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light.

You figured out a second entrance to Delaney's house oh so easily.

As you found yourself in the place, you noticed no one was home. You decided to wait downstairs, lurking through the kitchen in an attempt to find some alcohol.

"You really had to be raised in the gutter or slums that you don't know what doors are," deep, gruff voice was followed by a clock of a gun that right now was pointed at your head.

"I clearly said to come and see me, not to break into my house and snoop around my fucking kitchen. If you weren't so necessary to me, my servant would have some additional cleanups to make," James growled walking closer to you. This situation would be much more intimidating if not the fact that James was almost naked, not counting the long, old shirt that was covering his chest and crotch.

The inked skin of his hips was clearly visible now, his gaze was full of anger. "I could hear you up in the attic, are you really worth my money?"

You swallowed hardly, he got you out of sudden. You raised your hands up and slowly turned to him. As you did, you blushed deeply. Your eyes slipped along his features, oh, he's a very handsome block, you had to admit it.

"I'm sorry, my bad," you said in a deep voice. "Now, stop pointing your gun at me, are we good?" you slowly lowered your hands. "Well, you have a nice house though," you looked around. "Unlike a gate of wood that was common to the neighborhood, your is fashioned from black iron. That means you are truly a reach guy."

After a brief second, you slowly walked to a counter and jumped on it, crossing legs.

You were wearing black, leather pants and heavy combat boots, fitted black shirt with long sleeves and a black coat. Every piece of your outfit was emphasizing your body advantages.

James sighed deeply and put the gun away. "Are you here to tell me that you agreed with my plan or you came here to kill and rob me? It’s not gonna work for sure,” he crossed arms in front of his cheat, watching your body.

It was perfect, yet nothing special to fulfill any of his desires. There was only one body capable of that and your couldn't be even compared to it.

"You will need dress," he muttered and turned around, pointing on a small couch. "You can sleep on here. Try to not scare Brace at morning, I don't want him to get a heart attack. We will talk tomorrow,” James summed up before slowly walking up the stairs.

You watched him left the room. And as soon as he did, you slipped off the counter and simply undressed yourself, to your lacy underwear.

The old couch didn't look very welcoming, yet it was still a better place to spend time through the night than your previous one.

You simply laid down, looking at stains on the ceiling.

He returned to his empty room, it was too empty.

James sat in front of his fireplace and looked deep into the fire.

He good knew what he needed, he needed her.

He needed her in his arms. His sweet littlesister pressed close to his chest, moving in perfect sync with him, moaning and whimpering his name like a prayer. Zilpha's body was burned in his mind, he remembered every little detail of it, ever little touch she ever lied on him. Oh, how much he wanted to get to her again, just to make her feel the fire burning his mind and soul.

James didn't even notice when he started to murmur and whisper old, ancient words.

Brace stepped into James' room without knocking, when the sun was still beneath horizon. "Mr Delaney, I'm sorry to interrupt, yet someone's in the living room," he said, poking James' shoulder.

James growled loudly at unwanted contact that early in the morning. He raised his head and looked at Brace with a slight frown. "She is the thief I told you about yesterday. I found her in the alley you told me about," he said and slowly sat up, rubbing his face before stretching his back.

James muttered as all knots in his muscles popped loudly. "I will do just as I told you during our talk. She will go with me, get to the office and borrow those reports for me."

Brace blinked few times. "I thought you were joking, sir. When we were talking, you were barely sober," older man said. "Are you sure we can trust her?"

"I wasn't that drunk, I knew what I was saying," James said, getting up from his bed. "As long as I pay her, she will be a good girl. She is like every woman in this dammed city, she has her price. Her skills will be enough for me, you will know how much I need those reports, and look at her. Who would think that such a lady could do anything bad?"

"I would," Brace shrugged. "Anyone seen with you is a potential scum from a margin, sir," Brace explained.

Meantime, you got up, you couldn't sleep in that place. You lurked through all the cabinets in the kitchen and how glad you've became as soon as you found a box with coffee.

In few minutes, James and Brace were downstairs. Now, James was fully dressed and his eyes were already on you.

"You little whore," man growled as he walked to you and grabbed your hand tightly. "I think I already told you something about this? I thought that we’re clear about things," James pulled you aside and looked deep into your eyes. "Listen to me now. From today, you work for me, you have to do whatever I say. If not, your friends will find your headless body on the other side of the town, do you understand me?!"

"Christ, it's only a coffee," you shrugged slightly and nodded. "Yes. Clear to me. I get all of this. But first, money."

"Coffee from MY house. Touch my stuff one more time and you will be known as a one-handed thief," he warned you. "Do you really think I am that stupid?," he grabbed your cheeks tightly into his palm. "Listen to me now, first you will do the job. When I see that you are worth my money then you’re gonna get it. I won't pay to watch you fail. You better get ready to leave," James informed you before walking away back to Brace.

You observed him. Then you quickly got dressed.

Brace led James to the garden, James' horse was already ready to way. "Aren't you too harsh for her? She seems like a teenager still," Brace asked slightly. "So, where are you going with her."

"I don't care who she is, Brace," James answered, pulling on his black gloves, leather was nicely hugging the skin on his hands, letting out a satisfying squeaks every time he moved his fingers. "All I care about is getting those reports into my hands. She has to do the job, that's the only reason she is even near me."

He mounted his horse and waited at you. "I need to dress her up. I may be a scandalous man but I can't show up on such a party with a scum wrapped in tight leather."

You joined men within few minutes. "Ready," you stated, looking up at James.

Something in that man was pushing you closer to him, yet him being an asshole kept the huge distance between two of you.

James didn't say anything, he offered you his hand to help you climb onto the white horse.

As soon as you were sitting behind him, he nudged horse's sides, forcing it to move.

Visit at tailor wasn't anything special. James didn't help you pick a dress, he just was there to pay for it. He wasn't even interested when you tried to make him look at you. The ride home was just as quiet as ride to the tailor. Why would he even speak to you, you were a simple tool in his hands. Nothing more, nothing less.

At the evening, James walked to you, dressed more formally. He looked much more different than in his everyday clothes. "I hope you are getting ready," he said coldly, looking down on you.

"I'm already done," you replied.

You were brushing your hair that was pinned up in a bun. The dress you picked was simple and long, in a dark shade of cobalt.

You looked back at him, he seemed very classy in the tuxedo.

"I need more details," you said when you left the house. "What am I supposed to look for?"

"Inside the building there will be an office. There will be a cabinet, inside you will find some documents. You will bring them to me," Delaney explained and looked at you with a frown. "Just don't be stupid enough to go there immediately. You have to blend at first and if you fuck up anything. I don't know you, so better watch yourself. Do you understand me, girl?"

You shrugged, eventually didn't reply to him.

In the building was a huge crowd. Some people were dancing to the tones played by orchestra, some others were playing cards and drinking expensive alcohols.

As soon as two of you stepped in, you even spotted few whores you kinda knew as they worked on your street.

James wrapped his arm around your waist to show everyone that you were with him, not like he cared about this but it was part of the plan. This place was rotten, full of fancy lords and ladies. Everyone wrapped in those fancy clothes, laughing, drinking, dancing. It wasn't his world but he had to stay there till you would finish your task properly.

He watched you trying to blend in with others, until with a corner of his eyes he noticed familiar face. Two to be exact but only one of them was really important to him. "Zilpha…," James muttered as he was standing right next to you.

You tensed under his firm touch. Oh, how much you've wanted to nuzzle to him. Yet you knew he would of kill you as soon as you would leave the building.

Only his deep voice pulled you out of thoughts. You moved your glance over people and stopped it at rather tall woman dressed all in black.

You knew her, just like everyone did. It was Zilpha Geary, half-sister of James, yet something odd was laying its shadow between these two.

His hand left your waist and soon, he was walking into her direction. James wanted to get her so much.

James walked with his cold gaze on her, his footsteps were heavy and certain.

Zilpha's face went blank as soon as she saw James coming into her way. The walking nightmare. The nightmare that was paralyzing her but at the same time she needed him. "You really don't have a better place to visit?," she asked coldly but couldn't keep the string of fear and excitement off of her voice.

"And what about you, ma'am?," you heard a drunken voice right behind your back. When you turned around, you saw Mr Thorne Geary, Zilpha's husband.

As you task was to blend into the crowd, you bowed you head. "I'm plus one of Mr Delaney," you explained.

Man studied your features, his heavy, disgusting breath hit your cheeks.

James wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked to you, and he looked at Zilpha, pulling you closer into his side. "I would like to say, more than plus one, right, sweetheart?," he looked at you with a fake, soft smile. His eyes still were cold with a hint of hate in them. It was an act, he wanted to make her jealous.

"Oh... Really?," Zilpha asked swallowing heavily. "I wonder when you found such a poor mouse to keep as your new toy," she said, trying her best to keep nerves on right level but seeing HIM with another woman simply ripped her  soul and heart apart.

The disgust was building in your guts. His fake attention hurt you to the brim, yet you kept straight face, putting on the sweetest of sweet smiles.

"My name's Y/N," you bowed head to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Geary."

Her husband kept his glance on you like he would try to dig into your soul. He slightly licked his lips. "So, James, I am as curious as Zilpha of where did you find such a beautiful treasure?"

"Brace needed help. So I found it, in the form of this little creature,” he explained.

Zilpha looked at you with clear hate in her eyes, she looked at you like on the dirty animal. Oh, she couldn't stand that HE suddenly found someone like you.Young and beautiful. "Well, I hope you two will be happy and that you will finally leave me alone,” she said with a voice full of anger.

Knowing the storm was coming, you gently excused all three of them, pretending you need some fresh air.

But as you reached the main hall, you quickly turned to stairs leading at the upper level. You checked twice if no one has spotted you and when you were sure, you walked along them.

You roamed through at least two rooms until you had finally gotten to the right one.

As fast as you could, you checked all of the documents that were laying on the desk and in the cabinets.

You found a large folder stained with coffee and the stamp "to burn" on top of it.

"There you are...," you muttered, slipping documents under hem of your coat that you were casually wearing on shoulders.

But when you walked at the door and opened them, you freeze. Mr Geary was standing right in front of you with a wry smile on his red face. "Well, well, we meet again, little whore," he said, pushing you back in the room and closing door behind him.

In the meantime, James was talking to Zilpha, he was holding her close, filling her head with all his sinful fantasies.

Did he care about you now? No, he didn't, all he cared about was getting those bloody reports into his hands. His plan was simple, get what he needed and leave you on ice.

Thorne forced you to sit at the fancy couch on the office. "What are you hiding, sweet whore?," he asked, licking his lips.

"Nothing. I just lost getting to bathroom," you lied quickly.

"You got lost, how interesting. Listen to me now, I know James Delaney would never look at someone like you if he wouldn't have a serious reason," man approached you and touched your cheek. You turned head away with disgust.

With his every word he could see Zilpha's body shivering. Oh, how he loved do this to her, fill her head with all those simple visions of what could HE do to her.

James would keep doing this if not familiar faces he noticed with a corner of his eye. He knew these two man that just went upstairs. Thorne's friends, just as nasty and scummy like he. "I will be back," Delaneymuttered to his sister and walked away to get upstairs.

He had to make sure you will keep your mouth shut about your common business. James walked upstairs and quickly found right office. He opened the door and looked inside. "What's going on here?" he asked.

At that point you were pinned to the wall by one of Thorne's friends. His hand was on your inner thigh, while other one was keeping the huge knife against your neck.

The documents you've found was laying on the floor in a messy pile.

Thorne was sitting on the couch, gulping from bottle of wine, looking with lust at your almost exposed features.

"Fuck off, Delaney, we're busy," he said.

"It's hard, taking fact you are hurting my lady," he muttered. "I would advise you to move away from her. I understand you are jealous that I found myself someone like her while you only get my sister but this isn't a good way of getting to know her better. Plus... I don't want to hurt any of you," James explained shortly, licking his lips.

Thorne laughed shortly. "I thought you still have a thing to MY wife, Delaney. But seeing you with that young cunt made me sure you're even more delusional than I thought."

His friend lightly cut the skin on your neck, that left you with a moan of pain.

"Tell me, Y/N, what was your purpose of coming here tonight?," Thorne asked coldly.

"Nothing," you replied.

"Liar!," his friend hit you that hard that you fell on the floor, holding on your cheek.

"This is enough, Thorne,” James growled as he picked you up from the floor, his arm wrapped tightly around you in protective way. "I am delusional? You are the one that walk around and attackthe innocent woman for getting lost. I am sure my sister wouldn't be pleased," James said, looking down at you. He was laying all along, but he was doing a great job. His tone was strong and firm, showing no emotions. "I will make sure that host of this party will know who has he invited here."

Instinctively, you nuzzled to him, you couldn't take control over shivers running along your body.

His hug was making you feel safe, you enjoyed it for a brief moment before he pulled you outside.

As you walked out of the building, you grabbed his palm.

"Mr Delaney...,"

He yanked his hand out of your grasp. "What do you want?," he asked and looked at you over his shoulder. His gaze just as his voice was full of anger and disappointment.

He turned around, he was towering you. "You said you are the best. You said you will get the documents," Delaney growled loudly.

You lowered your head. You reached beneath your dress and pulled a huge envelope. You simply handled it to him. "I think we're done," you whispered shakily, then you turned around and walked away, moving in the direction of mansion gate.

"I underestimated you, Y/N. In that case... Well done," James summed before grabbing your arm and stopping you. Right now his voice was calm and quiet,still gruff but much more nicer. "You aren't going anyway in that state during night, in such a fancy dress. I know you can handle yourself but you will get yourself killed. Come," he gestured you to follow him.

James walked with you to his horse. He mounted the horse and then pulled you up. This time he set you in front of himself, wrapping one arm around your waist when other was holding the reins tightly. He took you back to his house. "Brace?!," James called as the horse stopped.

You didn't want to accompany him. Yet, you rather had no choice.

As you got to his mansion, you simply got off the horse and waited at him politely.

"You... BOTH are back?," Brace opened main door for you.

As James let you first in and he stepped in as second one, servant leant to him. "I thought you'll leave her for those hyenas, sir."

"I am a bad man, Brace, but I’m not gonna let anyone else hurt an innocent woman," James said, taking off his coat and hat. "Could you check her for me? She had not so nice meeting with Thorne and his mates. Give her something to eat. I will go upstairs and get room ready for her," he summed up. "After tonight? She deserved all of this,”James looked at you and then went upstairs.

You sat and waited patiently for Brace to patch wound on your neck.

He was watching you carefully, slowly undressing you.

You didn't hesitate since Brace was no one to you. But you crossed your legs as soon as he helped you take the dress off, revealing some bruises on your inner thighs.

Brace threw you a glance but didn't comment anything.

He handled you a fresh shirt, too large for you, yet comfortable.

Then he led you upstairs.

James was waiting there at you. "I am glad you didn't ran away," he hummed, you could feel a bit of humor in his voice. "Room is ready for you, it's warm and as cozy as it only can be. How's she, Brace?"

"Seems to be okay but she's scared and mope. I patched wound on her neck but she didn't let me touch her legs that are covered in bruises," Brace explained, looking deeply into James' eyes.

Without any sound you took a place on the bed, a bit away from James.

James only nodded and looked at you. Did he just get kinda worried about you? About such a woman? That was something new to him.

Somehow he really appreciated your work. You got what he needed, you didn't tell anyone your real purpose of coming to that party. It was highly impressive, he never thought that woman your age was capable of something like this.

"How do you feel?," James asked, sitting on bed close to you.

Brace smiled sadly at you and left, closing the door behind him.

"Fine," you replied simply. "I wanna get back home tomorrow," you stated. "You could of warned me that husband of your lover is a freaking psycho and rapist," you growled. "What was so important in these documents?"

"I had no idea they will be there. If I would, I would never put you on unnecessary danger but I need to say, I am impressed. Your skills are bigger than I ever expected,” he said. "Would you be interested in some more? Stabile work than just lurking on men with money walking through your alley?," James asked, looking at you closely.

"No," you shook your head. "I don't want anything. All I need is get back home, to my life. It was last time. I will never do anything like this again," you said. "Will you kill me now? I know too much, huh."

He let out a short dark laugh. "If I would plan such a thing, I would never bother bringing you back here, giving you my bed," James said softly. "That's why I ask you. I can pay you and give you roof over your head. Safe place to stay, away from scums of streets. You will get whatever you want as long as you will stay by my side," man offered. "Thank to your little hands I got important documents that will help me fill my goals."

"What was in them?," you asked again.

And when his words got clearly to you, you blushed and looked around. His bed meant the room you were in was his bedroom.

You looked back at him. "What shall I be doing for you to provide all of these to myself?"

"Important reports. Something that will help me a lot,” he watched your confusion with amusement. For him, it was so stupid that you were blushing on his every action. "I could have use for someone like you. Be my thief, work for me and I will make sure you’ll be well feed, clean and safe."

You laughed shortly. "Till now I thought I can do this all by myself, but okay. I agree," you reached hand to him, still hesitating a little.

He took your hand and shook it firmly. "I hope it will be a pleasant cooperation," James nodded.

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Imagine: Finding the Porg. Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

You were walking around Falcon, admiring this old, still working ship. It was an incredible experience to you but coldness was a bit frustrating. You were wandering like this for a while before you heard a quiet sound, it was something like a chirps. You looked around but didn't really see anything, so you decided to follow the sound to find a source. You were looking for ten minutes, until you’ve found a little bird-like creature, hiding in the vent. "Hey... What are you doing here, little buddy? It’s not too safe for you to be in such a place," you took off vent's cover and smiled gently. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Creature looked at you and blinked with those big eyes. It ran up to you and nuzzled to your jacket. You blinked. "Oh... You are cold. Well, you aren't the only one. I have an idea,” you said, then gently picked the animal up and put it into your jacket's furry hood. "Here, now you should feel better." Animal let out few happy sounds and nuzzled to the fur in your hood. You only giggled and then decided to join others. "Hey, Finn! Wanna see something? Look what have I found in the vent,” you told to him and showed your hood. "What is it?" Finn asked, looking at the animal. "I have no idea. I mean... It's a bird or at last something close to a bird but he or she likes my jacket," you giggled. "What have you got there, kid?" Poe asked and petted your shoulder as he joined you and Finn. "I found this little animal that hides now in my hood. I think it trusts me. Maybe I shall adopt him or her," you smiled at the pilot. Poe looked into your hood and smiled. "Oh. You have a Porg there, well, you can always try to tame him." "Or her,” you added and then Porg jumped on to your shoulder. "Hey there, little one. Do you feel better?" You asked, gently touching Porg's head. Porg let out a soft sound and nuzzled to your hand. "Aww,  that's too sweet for me,” Poe summed up, smiling, and Finn just laughed. You giggled. "I think I have one more friend now."

AUTHOR: Cass

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Walk along

Summary: Bucky meets a little girl on the abandoned street. It turns that she got lost. At the beginning Barnes intends to get past this situation, but finally he decides to help her.

Warnings: none

Words: 1802

Request by: @mdylik

Author: Cass & Beast 

The road lay before them like a tarmac ribbon. A white line ran down the center, relatively unbroken compared to the scarred and potholed concrete.

Bucky walked down this abandoned street keeping his hands deep in his bomber jacket's pockets.

The wind was howling like some horror movie opener, so Barnes squinted. "Fucking weather," he hummed deeply under his breath. His hair was whipping so violently about his face he could barely see at all.

It was when he noticed something with a corner of his eye.

Little girl wandered the street, she wasn't homeless for sure. Girl was dressed in a pink coat and hat with cat ears.

It looked like she was looking for something, the girl only shivered because of the wind and walked pass Bucky. She looked at him and smiled, stopping for a second. "Good evening, sir."

He didn't intend to answer, yet it wasn't a usual thing to see anyone around that abandoned street. The neighborhood wasn't too pleasant, especially for a little girl.

Barnes stopped also and looked at her above his shoulder. "Hi. What are ya doing here, girl?," he asked casually.

Girl was quiet for a moment. "I am looking for my mommy, sir," she explained, swinging on her feet and pulling her hat more on.

The man looked rather scary for her, so she took one little step back. Mom told her many times to not talk to strangers, but she also told her to be nice for other people.

He rubbed over his chin, his glance was still down on her. "You got lost?," Bucky threw a single question, turning fully to her. "It's not a safe place. Where are your parents? Where do you live?"

Girl nodded slowly. "Yes. I don't know where my mommy is. I thought I will find the way home but I didn't, sir."

She looked up and smiled at him. "You have a nice big blue eyes, sir!," girl giggled excitedly.

Bucky crouched in front of her, he tilted his head a bit. "Do you remember the address?," Barnes asked. "If yes, I can walk you up to the house," he offered slightly.

He was thinking for a longer second, only to ask another question. "What's your name, little one?"

The girl frowned softly, not too pleased with lack of answer from Bucky. "I don't, sir. All I know is that my home is somewhere near a really biiiig tower!," she jumped happily. "My name is Carolyn, sir. What's your?"

"I like your name," Bucky smiled, however he didn't intend to do so. "My name is James, James Barnes," he pulled his flesh hand out of his pocket and reached it to her.

Girl giggled. "Hello, James, James Barnes! You have a very funny name," she said, grabbing his hand. "But... I can't go with you," girl said quietly. "My feet hurts. Are you strong enough to carry me?"

Before he thought, Bucky let out a deep, loud laugh.

Oh, she was so cute.

Her hair was as waves of pure earth, softly reflecting the light of the sun; few of a long locks peeked from under her hat.

Bucky knew he had some things to do, but he couldn't refuse to help that kid.

He rubbed his chin, humming loudly as he pretended he was considering every concern, but finally he nodded. "I think I can give it a try."

Girl squeeked loudly when he picked her up. "Wow! James, James Barnes, you are sooo strong!," she chuckled.

Girl pushed her hair back under her hat. Right now she had no other choice but to trust this stranger or rather a new friend. Even if he was big and scary, he couldn't be a bad guy.

Carolyn relaxed in his arms and sighed softly, putting her head on his shoulder. Some part of his arm felt weird, girl poked it and looked at him, being slightly confused because of what she felt there.

Bucky played along and cocked his brow. "What? Is anything wrong?," he kindly inquired.

He improved the grip around her little waist, he didn't want to let her fall.

"Why do you have a hard arm?," girl asked innocently and poked his shoulder again, then poked rest o his arm to check if she was right.

"Can you keep a secret, little one?," he questioned, making a conspiracy voice, lowering his tone as he glared at her.

Girl blinked and nodded. "Yes, I can, James, James Barnes," she smiled at him to confirm that she was telling the truth.

Bucky nodded in respond before he spoke his mind up. "I'm the member of Avengers team," man explained simply as he was walking down the street with girl in his arm. "So you can be sure you're safe with me, little one," he playfully poked her little, rosy cheek, showing his perfect teeth in a wide smile. "So. Where shall we go now?"

Bucky stopped at a crossroads, he put girl down, looking around.

Girl gasped loudly. "You are the Winter Solder! You are my favorite Avenger!," Carolyn squeaked again with a huge smile on her face. "You are big, strong and good! You are the best! And you are Cap's buddy!," she said excitedly, waving her hands, and then she looked around with Bucky. "Maybe let's go there," Carolyn pointed into the direction of city center. "My house is close to a big tower, I think it has an A letter on the top."

Bucky facepalmed and sighed, grinning. "I didn't get about what tower you were talking about," he summed up, spreading his arms in a powerless gesture. "Sorry, my bad."

Bucky put his flesh hand back to pocket and offered girl his metal hand to hold. "You seem to know a lot about Avengers," he said as they started walking along the sidewalk.

She gladly took his big, metal hand into her tiny palm. Carolyn looked at him and smiled brightly.

She was just a child and didn't see anything bad in Bucky's metal arm. Such a small kid still had enough of innocence to accept him just the way he was.

"I like your metal arm," Carolyn hummed, trying to play with his fingers.

"Thanks," Bucky chuckled. "Who do you like besides me, hmmm?," bearded man asked, looking down at girl.

"I like Falcon! He has a cool wings, I also like Black Widow! She is pretty like my mommy. Also, Ant-man is cool! He is funny just like my dad," she took a deep breath to continue. "Spider-boy is so nice! I saw him once when I went shopping with mommy! He was swinging between the building and Mr. Stark was there with him, too! But I don't like the big green man... He's scary and the bowman is weird, why you keep him when he doesn't have superpowers?," Girl asked and looked up at Bucky, a questioning glance on her face.

Bucky, who was cut off by her monologue, couldn't do nothing more but smile innocently. "I would have to ask Cap about this, and Stark also. They're kinda a root of the team, so every decision that is made is considered mostly by them," he said openly. "You know, thanks for reminding me how old I am, in my time girls didn't pay attention to heroes, instead they preferred to play with dolls, but as I see, a lot has changed irretrievably," Bucky smiled with a joy in his eyes.

Bucky watched his feet take steps across the paving blocks, his dusty canvas sneakers next to the shined pointed-toe leather shoes of the girl walking next to him.

He didn't know why, but it was one of the rare moments when he was feeling truly happy.

"I have dolls!," she protested. "But I also have plush toys, I have action figurines! I even have you, I even have a t-shirt with Cap, mom bought me one on my birthday, I wear it as often as I only can, even if other girls laugh at me because of it. I don't care," she shrugged. "I love to watch the news with my parents because they always talk about heroes and what they did. I really love to draw, you know? I have this BIG art case! I have everything there!"

Carolyn talked like this by the whole way, she wanted Bucky to know as much as possible.

She stopped suddenly, unsure where to go when she finally spotted her house, surrounded by police cars.

"Do you think that something happened?," girl asked looking at Bucky with fear in her eyes.

"I guess I do," he said firmly. "I bet your parents were scared about you, so apparently they've called cops," Bucky explained, leading girl to the nearest police car. "Hey, excuse me, I found her roaming among the surroundings nearby."

Before policeman could say anything, a woman ran up to them. "Carolyn! My babygirl! Where were you?! We were so worried!," woman said and a man joined her.

Carolyn hugged to woman tightly. "I am okay, mommy! I was safe, Bucky helped me! You see?! He is the Avenger!"

Woman blinked and looked at Bucky. "Oh, really?"

He only smiled, nodding. "The most important is that she's safe and sound," he summed up.

Man grabbed Bucky's hand to shake it. "Thank you! Thank you so much! She ran after the kitten and didn't listen when we called her," he said.

Girl blushed and hugged to her mother. "Can Bucky visit us sometimes, daddy? He found me after all."

Man nodded, looking at his daughter, than at Bucky. "Of course he can, he found our little girl."

"I'm sorry, but most likely I'll be busy with fighting bad guys," Bucky smiled at girl and petted her cheek. "Next time listen to your mom and dad, kay? You're a big girl, you have to listen to your parents. If not, and trust me, I'll know about this," Bucky winked at Carolyn's dad, "I'll send Hulk himself to you. And trust me, he's not as nice as I am."

Girl frowned when she heard his answer. "You know what! When I grow up I will be just like you, I will be big and strong like you or Cap, and I will fight bad guys just like you do!," Carolyn said happily.

Bucky cocked his brow and smirked at her. "If you would be a boy, you would be my pal already, hehehe," he stated.

Shortly after he greeted girl's parents and walked off.

Soon he was heading back to the Avengers Tower, this time alone. But this time he didn't feel lonely at all. Somewhere there still was a little human being for whom he already was a true hero, role model, but most of all, a friend.

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