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Silver & Gold

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: This was basically inspired by the lovely works of Robert Frost and J.R.R. Tolkien :)  shoutout to my lovie @danny-escobar for editing♡

Word Count: 1891

Warnings: none I guess

The view from Stark Tower was truly amazing, especially at night. The stars surrounded the moon, kissing the black velvet backdrop of the night sky. The view had come with your recruitment as an Avenger. You had been with the team for a few months now, but the view never got old.

“Can’t sleep?” You turned around, startled. Bucky stood against the door-frame, wearing a thin t-shirt that outlined his muscles. You blushed, but thankfully in the dark you couldn’t tell.

“I was just enjoying the view,” you said, turning back around. “It’s amazing up here.” Bucky chuckled and came to stand by you.

“It’s kind of dark out for a little ray of sunshine like you.”

Ever since you got recruited, the team had called you sunshine or a ray of sunshine because you refused to let other people bring you down. It was now a running joke, and it was Bucky’s favorite. You were somewhat close with Bucky. You often stayed up late together, and you even talked with him after one of his recurring nightmares. Every time you were around him, your heart would beat a little faster, which was seriously annoying.

“Maybe the dark needs a little light to balance it out.” You didn’t take your eyes off the sky, constellations glittering and winking at you. You could tell Bucky was looking at you, but you pretended not to notice.

“So if you’re the sun, what does that make me?” He leaned on the railing next to you, following your gaze up. You turn to look at him, and study his side profile. His jawline had more structure than your life, carved by the hands of Michelangelo himself. The gentle slope of his nose, the way his cheekbone smoothed into the curve of his mouth, the sharp edge of his jaw giving way to a small dimple in his chin; it was all so beautiful. Bucky turned to look at you, and you became very aware that you were only a foot apart.

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Open your eyes.

Scott Summers x Reader

Summary: BABES if ur request are open can u do a Scott summers where u can help him control his powers and u can look into his eyes and shit and mF THATD BE CUTE WHU HASN’T ANYONE DONE THAT YET(((’: ily

Word count: 571

Trigger warnings: nope

Spoilers: no

A/N: OMFG YESYYEYSYEYSYDESYE WHEN I READ THIS I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT BC ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS X-MEN LAST STAND AND FUCK OKOKO THIS SUCKS REAL BAD IM SORRY

~~xx~~

“(Y/N) please I don’t want to hurt you. Can you just give it up? I’m not going to be able to control my powers, ever!” Scott yelled as he plopped down on the grass in the courtyard.

“Scott don’t say that. You’ll be able to control them I promise, and I’ll never give up, not even if it takes me forever.” You said as you sat next to him gently messaging his neck.

Scott took off his glasses eyes still closed as he messaged the bridge of his nose before placing the glasses back on his face.

“How about we take a break for the day and we can continue tomorrow?” You asked him turning his head to look at you.

Scott sighed before nodding his head, they both of you standing up and walking back to the mansion.

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“Alright so just think of something peaceful or calm.” You said to Scott as you stood behind him, hands on his shoulders.

Scott nodded his head, closing his eyes, and taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes again. You stumbled back with the force of him being pushed by the beams that came out of his eyes, and he quickly shut his eyes again.

“Okay…how about think of one of your happiest memories?” You recommended holding his neck this time, using your mutation of telepathy to calm him down a bit.

Scott breathed in deep again, removing his glasses and opening his eyes, you both stumbling back yet again.

“I give up. I can’t control them, it’s never going to happen.” Scott spoke softly as he looked down .

You looked at Scott sadly even though he was turned away from you.

“Maybe if we try-“

“We’ve tried everything (Y/N), there’s nothing left to do!” Scott yelled.

You huffed as you stood in front of him, your hands reaching up to grab his glasses. His hands immediately shot up to grab your to stop you.

“What the hell are you doing? You could kill yourself.”

“I’m going to stand in front of you this time, and you’re going to not shoot me with your deadly laser beams.” You said as you moved your hands up to his temple hoping to use your powers to help.

Scott’s hands shook along with his breath as he closed his eyes and slowly took off his glasses. He took in a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a breathy laugh as he saw you there standing in front of him, unharmed.  

“I told you could do it.” You whispered against his lips, kissing them softly.

You slowly moved your hands from his temple smiling as he still had his mutation under control. He kissed you back holding you against him, smiling and opening his eyes wide as you both pulled away. You laughed at how happy he was.

After a few more minutes of him just sitting there and examining your face his eyes started to blink rapidly, and he quickly slipped his glasses back on.

“Well, not that we know you can control it, we can just practice more to keep it controlled longer.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you, for your patience, for everything. God, I love you.” He said as he kissed you again.

“I love you too.” You chuckled.

Shuri: So we can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

T’Challa: Shuri, no! That’s not how you bake cookies!

Peter: Floor it?

Tony: Peter, no!!

Shuri: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND?!

T’Challa: SHURI, YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE PALACE DOWN!!!

Peter: WE’RE GOING TO HARNESS THE FREAKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!!

Tony: KIDS P L E A S E!!!

The Russos: Only a few people know the real plot of Infinity War.

The cast:

The fans:

Kevin Feige:

Anthony Russo:

Joe Russo:

23, 41, and 53 with Steve and a female reader? Lots of angst but ends with fluff? Congrats of yoir 1k, sweetheart! You're a great writer and you deserve more!

23.   “Have you lost your damn mind!? 

41.   “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 

53.   “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Word Count: 1, 466

Genre: Angst/Romance

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY, I COULDN’T STOP MYSELF. ENJOY NONNIE!

The teamwere huddled under a slab of ground propped against the side of a building-Thor’s hand was laying flat against it to keep it stable. Everyone was pantingwith what might as well have been buckets of sweat littering every part oftheir skin. Uniforms were torn, skin was bleeding and you were struggling tohold yourself together. It seemed impossible for this to become a successfulmission.

Within25 minutes you had witnessed more suffering and death than ever before, andmost of the team were the same, leaving most of you mentally exhausted. Yet themission was far from done. Hydra had ambushed you with the biggest and toughestarmy you’d possibly fought or would ever fight. There was not enough ofanything- not enough bullets, not enough time, and not enough of the good guys.And you were tired, tired in every way, your head was lolling on your shouldersand your grip on the gun strapped to your hip was loosening.

“We’refar from done here, Clint, I’m going to need you and Stark to get the rest ofthe civilians out of the area-“

“Stevethis is a dead end, we’re completely outnumbered in all aspects,” Clint sighed,resting his head on his knees. Nat was pushed against his shoulder.

“We can’tgive up now, we can do this,” Steve pushed out the words, his expressions and bodysaying the complete opposite to what you were hearing.

“GodSteve, look at us, we’re done,” Clint countered.

“Fine.Thor and I can take this one, get back on the plane and if I tell you to leaveyou do it. Got it?” Steve sighed, getting to his feet along with everyone else.He glanced down at you who was still sitting and held his palms out to you.Your shaking hands grabbed his and he hoisted you to your boot clad feet. Herustled up a small smile and began running out from the makeshift shelter, Thorfollowing in his footsteps.

Wandastumbled over to you, linking her arm around yours. Her head rested on yourbruised shoulder as you shook your head softly. “I can’t let him go out thereon his own, Maximoff.”

Shelifted her head and said, “Look, he’s a supersoldier he’s got this, he’ll beback in no time and you can finally go on that date you’ve been putting off.”

Youfreed your arm from your grip and bent down to grab the knife sitting on hercalf. You snapped up quickly and backed away from her. “Please just go to theplane.”

Wandareached out for you but you had already begun sprinting off towards the two menthrowing their weapons sloppily. You stood next to Steve who was giving ordersto Thor and asked what you could help with.

“Y/N,you can stay on the grou-“ Steve began, but stopped when the realisation hithim, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m notletting us find another reason not to go on our date,” You smiled as youflipped around the knife in your hand. Steve grinned at you and you ran forwardand began slicing at the hydra soldiers who came near you.

“Y/L/N,have you lost your damn mind?” Steve laughed gently through the earpiece.

“Blame yourself, Rogers”

Youwouldn’t admit it, but you were struggling against the many fighters throwingthemselves at you with deadly weapons all aiming towards you. In particular, you werehaving a heated battle with one of the strongest soldiers there. He had a largesilver blade in one hand and a sleek black gun in the other, with many moreweapons strapped to his back. Dodging constantly, you tried to aim at his torsobut you seemed to hit air every time.

Thefight seemed to last hours but it was mere minutes until your footing startedgetting messy and all sense of hand-eye coordination was gone. Yet, the Hydraagent seemed to be feeding off of your mistakes and he was slowly overpoweringyou. His blade sliced your palm slightly as you tried to dodge his weapon.Worriedly, you looked over to Steve who was entangled in a fight himself and Thorwas knocking multiple agents out with one wave of his hammer. You were alone.

As yourfeet stumbled over one another you offered a blow to the agent and successfullycut through the flesh on his thigh. He yelped out in pain but quickly recoveredby snatching your only weapon from your hands. Evidently, he was smirking atyou as moved closer, your weapon now comfortably sitting in his hand. His legwacked out and flipped you onto your back. The small knife that belonged toWanda was pressed roughly to your neck and your hands were being held tightlyto the ground.

Youclosed your eyes as you waited for the Hydra agent to end the fight, andfocused on the throbbing in your palm to remember that you were alive. But thecold was lifted from your neck. You opened your eyes to the agent who wasstaring at the blade in his hands. Though you weren’t worried, you saw Steverunning behind the man in black, determination covering his face. All yourenergy was concentrated on trying to break free, though you were focused onSteve and how fast he was running. Steve was going to save you. You knew it.

Then,you felt it. The sharp metal being pushed into your abdomen. It was as if youcould feel it yet you couldn’t feel anything. No pain was there as the Hydraagent pulled it away from your body. If it wasn’t for seeing the crimson liquidspilling out, then you would believe you hadn’t actually been stabbed. In themoment you didn’t really believe it. You just believed that Steve was coming tofree you from the grips of the yellow toothed man that resembled a human sizedrat.

And hedid. He did get the man off of you. But he couldn’t save you from the gapinghole that was staining your clothes red.

“Y/N,stay with me, there’s someone coming to help you” Steve gasped. The most horrificlook was etched onto his features and his eyes appeared to be clouding over.

Youreached your hand up to his cheek. It was hot and damp from sweat, and now whatseemed to be salty tears trickling down them. Swiping your thumb under hiseyes, you collected a droplet on the pad of your thumb and smiled, “I totallyhad him on the ropes. I wore him out for you.”

Stevelet out a pained laugh, his right hand applying as much pressure as he could toyour wound. “Does it hurt?” He stupidly asked.

“Nah, Ifeel peachy.” You grinned, still wiping the small trail of tears. “And I also-“

Breathingwas becoming harder no matter how deeply you were trying to breathe. You triedyour damn hardest to keep your eyes open but fighting with the agent and alsofighting to breathe, had worn you out completely. You heaved your chest in hopethat it would stop the hot sensation in your stomach stop but nothing wouldmake it disappear, not even the high amount of pressure Steve was applying.

“What isit?” Steve asked, his free hand was brushing the stray pieces of hair from yourface.

The blueof his eyes seemed to be brighter than before, though you put it down to thelack of oxygen that was blurring your vision. “I’m not terrified of dying,Steve.”

Steveshook his head vigorously, “Don’t say things like that, Bruce and Tony are ontheir way with Dr. Cho.”

Smilingat him you reached up to twirl the blonde strands of his hair between yourfingers, “But-“ Your eyes closed for a moment as you whispered, “I think I’m inlove with you and I’m terrified.”

Steveshook you gently, your eyes flickered open to see him crying and grinning- ifanyone saw him they’d think he was a madman. “So you’re terrified of loving me,but not of dying?”

“Withouta doubt.”

Hediverted his attention to your wound, the blood seemed to be pouring out of it,no matter how much pressure he was applying. His head whipped around in searchof Bruce and Tony that said they’d be there straight away and that you’d befine.

“Theyshould be here a-“ Steve started, but as he turned around he noticed you’dclosed your eyes again and he knew that no matter what you had to stay awake. ““You need to wake up because Ican’t do this without you.” 

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Rogers.”

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

‘’I Don’t care’’

A/N: Just a silly idea that popped into my head, sorry this is crap I just had to get it off my mind.. I have a thing for bickering Bucky. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes Pairings: Bucky X Reader Prompt: Your reckless side can drive Bucky mad sometimes but he also kind of enjoyed it..  Warnings: injuries? violence?  Word count: 2164

Your heart was beating hard against your chest, adrenaline rushing through your body and you tried to be as quiet as you could while making sure that no enemies were in sight. ‘’All clear’’ you said over your earpiece and you lowered you gun slightly, feeling a little bit of relief. You instructions had been clear, stay together and clear the area, but you had an instinct that there was more to gain from this mission than was originally planned. 

You glanced over at Bucky before taking a deep breath as you pondered over the decision you were about to make. ‘’We should get going Y/N’’ Bucky said, gesturing down the hallway behind him ‘’there’s nothing down here’’ he gave you a small smile. 

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Where he is

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 980

Summary: With Bucky’s mission taking longer than expected, you don’t hesitate to throw yourself at him which Mama Natasha and Dad Steve to come.

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Lucky - Bucky Barnes

Title: Lucky Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: The reader puts her life in danger on a mission with the rest of the Avengers and Bucky gets worried. Words: 1,016 Warnings: Mentions of taking a character hostage, injured character, mentions of death Requested by: Anonymous

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New Interview: #HayleyAtwell at Baltimore Comic Con 2016

ABC2: Were you a comic book fan growing up?

Atwell: I had no idea what a comic book was until I was in late teens, and that was kind of helpful because it meant that I hadn’t put any added pressure on myself to try and live up to something. There wasn’t much about Peggy Carter that we discovered in the comics that I couldn’t create myself, and I felt that that was easier than having to live up to something that was so loved. You’re immediately at such a higher place to fall from if the world already has a preconception of what your character should be.

ABC2: There’s a group currently petitioning to have Agent Carter revived on ABC. How does it feel having such a strong fan base committed to your work?

Atwell: I set out to do work that I enjoy and that interests me, and then having a group of people who support that—even when you’re going in a different direction—they’re still saying, come join this body again. That’s really lovely. To think that Peggy’s taken off with people and that she’s someone lots of people relate to or want to see more of. I’m definitely a part of that gang.

ABC2: What does it mean for you to participate in comic book gatherings, and see your fans face-to-face?

Atwell: These conventions give me an opportunity to actually interact with the fans and see who’s been staring at me from the comfort of their own homes for so many years. Just to be able to hear the impact that the character and the show had in their lives, it’s really humbling and very moving. Especially young girls and boys who see Peggy as a force for good, and that inspires them. A lot of people have quotes of “I know my value, anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter,” that’s become her catchphrase, and seeing people with tattoos or pieces of jewelry with it engraved extends it far beyond just me as an actor turning up to do my job every day. This is a very humbling wake up to realizing that some people have really taken her into her hearts, and that’s a wonderful thing.

ABC2: What are you most looking forward to at Baltimore Comic-Con?

Atwell: I’d love to see some people dressed as Peggy Carter. There have been some men in the past at conventions dressed as Peggy Carter, and I’ve been very jealous because they look better in a skirt than I do. To see that she still lives in other people’s worlds, it makes me have hope that she might come back some day.

ABC2: Do you have a dream superpower?

Atwell: Yes. The ability to eat what I want without consequence.

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