Promise | Father!Bucky Barnes

Ten years of Marvel Studios

Omg! It's beautiful

A century’s sleep (A Good Omens piece based off Psyche surprising sleeping Cupid by Louis Jean François Lagrenée)

I’ve lost interest in painting this so here it is, unfinished. Also, i’m not calling it a repaint this time because I've strayed so far from the original it’s more of a “inspired by” or “loosely based off” rather than a repaint.

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

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

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

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

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

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

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

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

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

“Yes.” You answered.

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

-

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

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

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

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

“You got it.”

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

NOTES: I made myself sad

Tom is here!!!!! - BAFTA TV Awards 2016

Between Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I’m sorry there’s been a big gap between fics, I’ve had a bunch thrown on me within the past few days so I haven’t had a lot of time to write. ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!

Request: Hi can I request a Bucky fic where Thor leaves his hammer sitting around and bucky sees it and thinks that hes alone so he moves it without knowing about it and the reader sees and explains to him that he’s worthy and he begs her not to tell anyone? (requested by @attariian )

Warnings: Brief language, mentions of killing(? i guess)

Words: 1036

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Doing this to prove a point to my mum

Reblog if you think you can have a fulfilling relationship without sex.

An Homage to Game of Thrones

In the words of the artist Kilian Schönberger:

“Game of Thrones is one of my favorite TV series. I like the quality of the camera work and the fact that the produces have searched inspiring places round the globe for the production design. Places that breath the spirit of the past - real locations combined with some CGI to create a medieval fantasy world. I recognized locations in Iceland, Scotland, Spain, Croatia and many other countries throughout the different seasons of GoT.  The only thing of "Game of Thrones” that’s missing nowadays at first glance are the epic landscapes since Central Europe is densely populated. Nonetheless there are remote wilderness-like areas left that pour on the charm of the series. So I continued my search for the mystical and magic locations in Germany and the surrounding countries and created this homage to the awesome series “Game of Thrones”. 

Check out previous features of Kilian Schönberger’s work following the links:

Brothers Grimms’ Homeland

Braveheart’s Legacy

Hallebros Forest

Brothers Grimm’s Fabulous Germany

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Band-Aids and Painkiller

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Bucky X Reader: so it’s Civil War alright, and Bucky and the Black Panther are fighting (like usual) and the reader is a civilian and she sees Bucky losing to T'Challa so she jumps inbetween them just as T'Challa slices at him and she gets hurt?

A/N: No Civil War spoilers because I haven’t seen it yet.  But guess who’s going to go see it…THIS GIRL!  TONIGHT!!!  I’ll prob post pics later, because I’m dressing up in my USO girl costume that I made for Halloween.  But yeah, no spoilers.  I’m going to try and write/post another one today, but the wi-fi at my school’s hella spotty and sometimes the filters block Tumblr.  But I’m going to my friend’s house after school, so maybe I can post from there…?  Anyway, hope you like this one.  Also, if I never post on here again, it’s because Civil War KILLED ME.

Oh, and tagging the lovely @pleasecallmecaptain and @mattymattymerduck, of course.  Love ya! 

-

You love standing on the roof of your office’s building.  You’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knows about it, because no one’s ever up there.  So whenever things get to be too much, you take a breather by coming up here.

You sigh, staring out over the vast expanse of the city.  Finally, some peace and quiet.

Apparently, someone didn’t get the memo about that.

You suddenly hear distant thuds and grunts coming from across the roof.  You assume the worst and walk cautiously over, ready to avert or shield your eyes if necessary.  Then you hear something metallic, like sharp pieces of metal scraping across a chalkboard.

You round the corner and stop, frozen.  In front of you is a man and…someone in a black, cat-like suit?

Your mind flashes with recognition and you quickly identify the man as Bucky Barnes, the subject of a massive man-hunt that’s taken place over the last few days.  You remember the news reports saying that he’s a dangerous fugitive from justice, a cold-blooded killer, but all you can think about right now is how he looks like he’s getting the shit beaten out of him.

“Hey!” you shout.  Both of them pause momentarily and look up at you.  “I don’t know what you two are doing…well, I mean, I’d guess you were fighting…but could you not?”

You could almost swear you catch a ghost of a smile on Bucky’s face.  No sounds from the cat guy.  

And then, just like that, they’re back to fighting again.  The cat guy clearly has the upper hand, and you start to notice the cuts and bruises that seem to litter Bucky’s face.  

And after that hint of a smile, you can’t help but think that maybe everyone has it wrong.  

Suddenly, your feet are moving you towards the fight and you certainly don’t remember telling them to do that.  Bucky takes a hit and falls to his knees.  He only barely dodges a punch from the other guy, and you don’t want to find out what happens when the next hit doesn’t miss.

And suddenly you’ve thrown yourself between the two of them.  It’s almost like time slows down.  You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, and you can see the cat guy’s arm inching toward you.  It seems like he tries to stop it, but the momentum’s already going.

It’s then that you realize that in addition to his cat-like appearance, the guy has little metal retractable claws.  And as stupid as it is, the only thing you can think before they reach you is, Wow, this guy must really like cats.

The claws slice down through your arm and suddenly everything’s back in real time.  And there is very real pain shooting through your arm.  You stare down at the claw marks in disbelief, still not 100% sure that this is actually happening to you.

The cat guy stops and retracts his claws, immediately grabbing your arm and inspecting it.  He removes his helmet and you recognize him as T’Challa, the king of Wakanda.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you nod.  “I’m-”  He looks past you and starts.  You turn to follow his gaze and realize that Bucky has escaped.  You try not to let your relief show on your face.  

Suddenly, T’Challa grabs your other arm and grips it in a vice-like hold.  You look up at him, shocked.

“Are you an ally of the Winter Soldier’s?” he asks.  

“What?” you ask.  “Who, that guy?  Bucky Barnes?”  You cower under the king’s fierce stare.  “No, I’m not an ally.  I’m just a normal person.”

“Then why did you help him?” he demands.

“I just…I don’t like violence,” you reply, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.  T’Challa just shakes his head, dropping your arm.

“Do not get involved again,” he says.  “Or we will be forced to bring you in.  And I am sorry about your arm.”

“Wait, who’s we?” you ask, but he’s already gone.  You look down at your bleeding arm and suddenly feel nauseous.  You’ve lost a fair amount of blood.

Slowly, you stumble down the stairs and get someone to call you an ambulance.

-

It’s almost midnight when you finally get home.  

At first, you’d thought you’d just be able to go in, get stitched up, and leave.

But then various agents from different government organizations had shown up.  

And then a guy that you were pretty sure was the Falcon, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses. 

And then the reporters.

Armed with bandages and painkiller, you throw the door to your apartment open.  You deposit everything on the floor and throw yourself down onto the couch.

Your eyes flutter closed and you know that you’re on the brink of sleep.  That is, until you hear a crash in your kitchen.  You drag yourself up from the couch, grabbing the nearest weapon you can find; in this case, a lamp.

You creep to the kitchen, half stealthy, half disgruntled.  Nothing prepares you for what you find.

On the floor of your kitchen is Bucky Barnes, the man from earlier.  You can see a dark brown stain through his red shirt.  Your heart drops when you realize it’s blood.  

“Hi, my name’s (Y/N),” you say and he looks up, his breathing labored and shallow.  “Welcome to my home.”

“Um…” he murmurs.  “I didn’t mean to barge in.  It’s just…you helped me earlier.  And I have nowhere to go.”

“You weren’t like, followed here, or anything right?” you ask, grabbing the first aid kit from one of your cabinets.  “I’m not gonna have to fight the cat dude?  Cuz we both know how that went for me last time.”  

Bucky emits a noise that you could almost describe as a laugh, but it quickly turns into a cough.  And then he coughs up blood onto your tiles.

“Okedoke,” you say.  “Well, I’m not a doctor, but that looks bad.  And I’m assuming that despite the fact that I’m not a doctor, you want me to do my best to clean you up.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his eyes pleading for help.  You go back to the living room and get the bottle of painkillers that the doctors gave you.

-

Two hours later, you’ve mostly got everything handled with Bucky.  He walked you through stitching him up, and you almost puked twice.  But you didn’t.  

After that, you insisted on putting a band-aid on every cut you can find.  Bucky argues against it, at first, but eventually realizes it’s no use.  

But of course, you don’t have normal band-aids, so you’ve just covered the former Winter Soldier in Frozen and Disney Princess band-aids.

“You good?” you ask, as you help him down onto your couch.  “Not bleeding from anywhere else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bucky says.  “This is some damn good painkiller though.”  You toss him the rest of the bottle. 

“Take it,” you say.  “I have a feeling that you’re going to need it more than I do.”  

“Does that hurt?” he asks, gesturing to your arm.  You look down at it and chuckle.

“After all the wounds I just sewed up for you, I don’t think I have the right to complain about my scratches,” you say, cleaning up the bloody towels.

“No, I don’t-” 

“They’re fine,” you reassure him.  “I’m on the same painkiller as you, remember?”

“You’re remarkably calm about this,” he comments as you continue to clean up the room.

“I’m sure I’ll freak out sometime,” you say.  “Just haven’t had the time to process everything.”  Bucky nods.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.  “For earlier.  And now.  I think you saved my life twice.”

“Yeah, well maybe when all this is over, you can take me out to dinner as a thank-you,” you quip drily.  Internally, you panic.  Where the hell did that come from?  

“You know, I think that’s the first time someone’s flirted with me in 70 years,” he replies, and you’re surprised by the teasing tone in his voice.  And even more disarmed by the gorgeous smile on his lips.

“I was not flirting,” you say defensively, avoiding his eyes.

“I mean, I know I’m from 1940s and all,” he smirks.  "But I don’t think the world is so changed that a girl asking a guy to dinner isn’t flirting.”

“Ok, that’s enough of that,” you say, picking up a blanket and tossing it at him.

“Hey!”  You walk over and pick up the blanket, spreading it over him.  He looks up at you, confused.  “What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m going to go to sleep,” you say.  “And as much as I like you, I’m not inviting some strange guy to share my bed.”

“Oh, I was just going to-”  He starts to get up, but you gently nudge him back down.

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you say.  “There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping on the street.”  He tries to protest, but you cut him off with a look.

“Yes ma’am,” he mutters.  You nod and stand up.  You reach past him to turn off the light, and without even thinking, plant a kiss on his forehead.  

Your brain goes back into panic mode.  You see him visibly stiffen and mentally face-palm.

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “Stupid…force of habit.”

“No,” Bucky says quickly.  “That’s not…I wasn’t…That’s just…uh…”

“It’s fine,” you say.  “You don’t have to-”

“That was the first time anyone’s touched me…and not hurt me…since…” he trails off, gesturing to his metal arm.

You shake your head as you realize what that means.  You don’t know his whole history, but you can’t help but want to hug him and ki-

You cut your thoughts off before they have a chance to go any further.

“Well, the night’s still young,” you say, unable to resist joking.  “I might be a crazy serial killer.  There’s time for that.”  Bucky laughs and you get a warm feeling in your chest.

“Good night, Bucky,” you say.  

“Good night, (Y/N).”

-

When you wake up, you know he’s gone before you even walk out the door of your bedroom.

The couch pillows have been fluffed, the blanket neatly folded.  There’s no trace that Bucky Barnes was ever in your apartment.  Except…

You walk into your kitchen and are met with a bouquet of sunflowers, already in a vase.  You reach into the flowers and pull out the small slip of paper.  On it, in a feverish scrawl:

Don’t forget about our dinner date.  I’ll be back. 

And in spite of everything, you can’t help but smile.

Healing Wounds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3661

Warning: Strong cliches (miscommunication, bed sharing, etc.)

Summary: You and Mr. Metal Arm are ex-friends, but a mission leaves you stranded and you’re forced to stay in a motel room together. The catch? There’s only one bed.

Notes: why are my stories so long compared to everyone else’s?

if you have a request, my requests are open! also, if you want a part two to this (for some odd reason??? it’s a standalone, but if you like the personality of the reader, i guess) let me know!

Exhaustion plagued your body, but you kept a stern expression and marched on, despite being fairly slow. Bucky trudged along next to you, but you could tell he was slowing his pace down to match yours. The both of you were in the middle of nowhere, having gone on a mission with no extraction team. You were somewhere in America, at least you knew that, and the both of you were walking through a forest. It could be worse as you could have ended up in Arizona or somewhere ridiculously hot. The temperature in the forest was slightly warm for your tastes, especially due to all the gear you were wearing.

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Good Enough - Steve Rogers

N/A: I hope that you’re feeling better now! And if you don’t you can talk with me if you’d like! 

(Masterlist)

Nearly six months of relationship, six months of new feelings and situations, six months being Captain America’s girlfriend. You were really happy alongside Steve Rogers, in fact, you’ve never been so happy before. Steve was really a good man, even with his flaws, everything made him the hero he was. Everything about him remembered how he was special … and how you were so simple. While Steve was born to greatness, to make a difference and participate in the important role of saving the innocent… You felt you were just a worker ant inside the huge anthill. You had no super powers, you had no super intelligence or was a spy or former assassin. You weren’t an important political office nor was a famous celebrity. You were just you.

You sighed heavily, looking to the clock hanging on the wall of the bakery where you worked, it was almost 7 pm and your second shift would soon end. And you would have to go home and face those blue eyes. It had been a month since you started working the two shifts at the bakery, including asking for your boss to help you with the excuse that it was necessary that the submanager had to be all the time in the store. It was a pathetic excuse, but at least there you felt you belonged somewhere. The store returned to fill with new customers as it was getting late, making your mind stay again busy with work and away from your inner problems. You moved from one side to the other, taking orders from everyone and asking for new products to the front of the store until Camille - one of the attendants and your greatest confidant - came to where you were in the store background with a worried expression.

“He’s here, (Y/N).” she whispered, while she adjusted your hair automatically. “And he looks concerned.”

You took a deep breath, straightening your shoulders before forcing a relaxed smile and march to where Steve was standing at the counter. By spending more time away working, you could better hide your emotions, but you felt guilty because Steve didn’t deserve it. He had no fault to be what he was and that you couldn’t reach the same level as him. You leaned on the counter to stretch and reach the face of the super soldier kissing his cheek and making him smile.

“Hey, soldier.”

“Doll, I was worried… Will you take a lot to go home?“ Steve put a hand to your face, stroking your cheek and then placing one of your strands hair behind your ear.

“Huh, sorry, I completely lost the time… I’ll go home soon.“ you smiled weak and Steve just nodded.

“I need to go on a meeting at Stark right now, but when you get home you send me a message?” he leaned over and kissed your forehead, you nodded silently and gave a brief ‘see you’ watching him leave the store.

You needed to leave.

Once you got inside the apartment you shared with Steve, you went straight toward the closet, grabbing your bag and throwing your things in it and then close it. You’ve thought about taking a shower and change your uniform for a warmer clothes, but afraid that Steve could get home you just picked up your bag and left. After locking the apartment, you picked up a paper and wrote a direct explanation before passing the key and the paper under the door. While you walked away from the building, you didn’t know if it was the crying or the cold that was making you shiver.

“(Y/N), I’m home!” 

Steve hummed when entering the dark apartment, finding it strange to have no answer, he turned on the light and closed the door. He sought you throughout the apartment, calling out your name and felling his chest tighten even more. It was then that he noticed the key and paper near the door, walking with long strides and ducking to get, Steve felt his body freeze when he read the message.

‘You deserve someone better. I’m sorry, but it’s better this way.’

Steve didn’t think twice, rising quickly and opening the door, he ran toward the street. It was cold and snowing, you couldn’t have gone far if you were walking. He walked for 20 minutes. For 20 minutes, he wondered what he had done wrong and blamed himself for not having noticed that you were unhappy. But he loved you and he would do anything to fix what he had done wrong, he would do anything to make you happy again. Then he saw you lying in the street banks, near the bus stop, your suitcase on the floor and snow beginning to cover you. Steve ran toward you, horrified watching the scene before him. He gently took you in his arms and then easily held your bag, walking back to the apartment in silence. The super soldier held you tight against him, trying to warm your delicate body. You didn’t move because of the cold and it worried him. He didn’t want to lose you for something like this. He wouldn’t stand. While you were unconscious, Steve took off your wet clothes and gave you a hot bath, then he dressed you with his warm clothes and laid you in bed with some quilt layers to keep you warm. He made sure to pack your stuff back in the closet before lying down at your side and snuggle you against him. Steve just fell asleep when he felt that your body was already in a safe temperature and that you were sleeping due to exhaustion.

“(Y/N)? Honey? Darling? Baby? Doll?” Steve whispered in his ear, trying to wake you gently, still feeling his heart tighten worriedly, but then sighing relieved to see you open your eyes lazily.

“W-what? Steve?” you asked sleepily for a second holding your breath and automatically trying to get away from him, but Steve held you in his arms preventing you from leaving.

“Don’t… (Y/N), look, I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault, but-”

“No, Stevie, you are perfect! The problem is… I’m not good enough… You need someone to pitch to live in your world… you … I-I …” you didn’t know what to say, feeling your eyes fill with tears, you choked slightly trying to hold back a sob. Steve watched you painfully, hugging you tighter and allowing you to hide your face in his chest.

“So this is the problem? (Y/N)… You’re everything to me… You’re what brings me down to earth. You’re what makes me sober amidst all the craziness that’s my life. Remember when we first met? You saw me as Steve, you saw me just like another man trying to flirt with you and you said no… And slapped me! At that moment I was sure that you were the woman of my life." he murmured, stroking your hair and your  back in an attempt to calm your crying and end your insecurities. If he had known before, if he had noticed… You’d never fell those things. Steve sealed the top of your head and sighed. "I love you, (Y/N). And when I say this, I mean it.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered, raising your face to look at Steve, your eyes looking for him to try to see any hint of regret, but you just found love and care. “I don’t have super powers nor am hyper intelligent, or rich or anything…”

“Hey, I love you because you’re just you.” Steve smiled tenderly, stroking your face with one hand and briefly kissed your lips, pulling out a small smile from you. “And that’s good enough for me.”