Of course you had no reason to drink but it was a friday night with a whole week of missions and you wanted to enjoy the evening with your teammates with a couple of drinks
The thunderbolts had been together three months before Bucky called you in. Heâd known your history better than anyone, having been apart of it. The two of you were Hydraâs favorite assets; and now he needed you on his team.
Brooklyn. 1941. The rain was pouring down over the city as she and Bucky were running through every alleyway, looking for Steve. Growing up as Steveâs twin sister wasnât easy. Always keeping him out of fights, reminding him to grab his inhaler, it was like caring for a child. And it never helped he liked to throw out the fact he was seven minutes older. It was supposed to be a good day. She and Bucky had got their orders. They had one last night as the three dumb kids in Brooklyn, and of course it had to start with getting Steve out of a fight.
Growing up princess of Elarion wasnât what most had thought. She had grown up the picture perfect image of a princess, her head held high, her heart soft, and her words sharp when they needed to be. So when her father assigned her a personal guard at the age of 15, she was a bit hesitant about the whole situation. he was just a random night, the top of his brigade with the backing of the Kings Guard; Bucky Barnes. Now, four years later, as she prepares to take the crown of Elarion, they have become best friends, inseparable (both by duty, and by soul), and the kingdomâs favorite duo
The day of the Variety Actors on Actors shoot had finally arrived. Youâd agreed to step in as Sebastian Stanâs partner after hearing about the controversy surrounding his role of Do-ald Tru_p in The Apprenticeâa movie that, like its subject, had ignited no shortage of strong opinions. Sitting under the studio lights, you adjusted your blazer and tried to steady your breathing. You were no stranger to interviews, but this felt different.
She and Bucky met in school. He'd made plans to join the military, to be like his father. Not just to be some war hero, but to make something out of himself. He wasn't the most responsible or
You absolvetly couldn't stand one another. "Get off." You say as you stood in front of him. He sat in your couch spot. "Is 'y/n' ingraved in it?" He asks With sass as you scoff.
What happens when Y/n gets thrown into her own personal Void room? Will she find the way through, and back to the team, or will she let the memories of her messy past keep her locked in the Void forever?
the first time bucky realized something was wrong, you apologized for eating the last strawberry. it wasn't even his strawberry. he'd walked into the kitchen of the compound to find you standing there with your shoulders pulled in tight, fingers clenched around the little green stem like evidence. your eyes were wide, nervous, already preparing for anger that wasn't coming. "I'm sorry," you said quickly. "i didn't know if anyone was saving it, i can buy more-" bucky had just stared at you.
Nobody in the city understood how Chief Bucky Barnes kept tailing to catch you. Because on paper? He shouldve been the one person capable of bringing your entire operation down. He was smart, relentless, impossible to intimidate, and had built a reputation as the kind of police chief who never let criminals ship through his fingers for long. Officers trusted him. The city trusted him.
Youâre his girlfriend. Itâs past midnight. You posted a fire selfie to your story. He saw it, choked on air, and now heâs trying to flirt via text with his last two brain cells⊠and theyâre losing the battle. Hard.
The late afternoon sun hung low, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as Bucky rolled the bike out of the garage. Its polished chrome gleamed in the fading light, and when he kicked the engine on for a moment, the deep rumble filled the air, vibrating through the ground straight into your chest.