Bucky is my boyfriend. We met in Wakanda. I am an Asgardian goddess. Ancient and incredibly powerful. We’ve been dating for a year but Bucky kept it completely on the downlow. Nobody knows. If he mentions me, he is very causal about it and the others don’t believe he has a girlfriend. I am re-assigned to Avengers Compound and the others cannot get over it.
The Winter Soldier is insatiable. Feral. Hungry. His metal arm all over me. Dirty talk and praise in Russian. He is desperate, intense, primal, deeply masculine. He can never get enough. Doesn’t care where. Who sees. He takes me exactly where he wants me.
JB is bounty hunter in the world of Blade Runner 2049. Code name: The Winter Soldier. He is emotionless, fearless and incredible at what he does. He wears a long black leather coat, lined with fur. He is icy. Matter of fact. LAPD.
I am not easily charmed, impressed or attached. I am sharp, lethal and all business. We are both Avengers. I am dangerous and deeply attractive to him.
I am a brand new Avenger. I join them on the field without meeting them prior. I am a powerful Asgardian goddess and SHIELD operative. I am an unbonded female Alpha. This is extremely rare.
In a universe where everyone has a mate, Bucky Barnes remains without. He believes it is a punishment. Someone he never deserved especially because of what he thinks of himself. Perhaps they died when he was taken to be the soldier.
He broke up with me out of nowhere. Now, he’s my ex boyfriend and he hates it. He pushes me away because he thinks its good for me but its killing him. He’ll never admit it.
I am a school teacher (23). I live next door to Matt Murdock. I have patched him and Peter Parker up multiple times. I know their secret identities. They trust and adore me, especially Peter who is completely alone after the events of No Way Home.
The Winter Soldier is obsessed. Finally free of HYDRA, his programming glitching in fragments, he comes across me as I walk into school one morning. He stalks me. Can’t get enough and he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know his own name. He speaks in a broken mix of Russian and English. He think’s I’m beautiful. He loves the scent of me.
He divorced me, without a word. He is so overcome by his past that he cannot accept he is good enough for me. What he doesn’t know, is that I had a son. Our son. A year passes.
I’m the new omega at Avengers compound. I am brutally efficient, lethal. I do not let anyone near me. I work hard, am clever, sharp witted. Excellent with a blade. Nat is the only other omega. She is bonded to Steve. Tony is bonded to Pepper. Sam is another alpha and Clint is a beta, as is Bruce.
The divorce came out of nowhere. Sudden. I had just come back from a mission, the papers in the quarters we used to share. All his stuff gone. Nothing else.
I am a new Avenger. An ancient Asgardian goddess. I am lethal, imposing and deadly. I am armed with my twin blades of light and fury. I accompany Steve on an op in a Siberian HYDRA base, only to discover the Winter Soldier, strapped to his chair, slumped over in pain.
I am a female knight. It is practically unheard of but I am a rare exception. I am lethal, intense, diligent, powerful, clever and vicious. I am King James’ Captain of the Guard. I am deeply loyal to him. I am his protector. His advisor. His closest friend. We near enough grew up together. I love him.
Bucky is depressed. Moody. Unresponsive and broody. Prone to panic attacks. Although he masks it well, anxiety is a constant underlying hum beneath his skin. He hates being touched but he craves it. He is utterly miserable. He is sharp, clever, fast and observant. He doesn’t speak much.
It has been ten years since we were married. We have three children (Caine, 8c black hair and blue eyes, Lorelai, 6, black hair and brown eyes, Milo, 3, black hair and brown eyes.)
He’s my boyfriend and he’s got the fattest crush on me. Totally whipped. He worships the ground I walk on. He’s adoring, obsessed and loves me. He is totally enamoured by me, like a teenager every time I’m around. He can’t get enough of me.
We are both Avengers. I’m his beautiful, wonderful, lethal wife and mother to his son, Caine. Caine is three. I’m expecting another. He is so often away for missions, so busy that I barely ever see him. It’s taking its toll. He doesn’t listen. We argue. He leaves. I’m getting sick and tired of it.
Bucky and I have been married for a decade. We have three children (Caine black hair blue eyes 9, Lorelai black hair brown eyes 8 and Milo black hair, heterochromia one blue and one brown eye, black hair.) Caine is protective, serious and clever. Lorelai is giggly, light and joyful, always reading. Milo is sweet but mischievous and adoring.