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Take Time to Realize (Part 1 of 2)

Request: They are best friends and the reader likes Bucky but he doesn’t like her and when she confesses it’s like one of those ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. After that Bucky realizes his feeling for the reader.

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Angst.

Music Inspiration: Colbie Caillat’s Realize

A/N: Hope you like it, @kmwiinchester! Let me know what you all think of this :) 

Bucky strides into your room with a bag of chips in his hands, sitting on your bed and nudging your side. You give him an annoyed look. “What do you want?”

“I just want my best friend back,” he grins.

“Yeah, well, I’m doing something right now,” you answer, typing your report out as fast as you can. It was due in a few hours and you still had to review it and send it to your professor.

“Come on, Y/N!” he whines, laying his head on your shoulder. “I’m busy tonight. And you’ve been working on this for the better part of the week. I miss you, doll.”

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So.

As you might imagine, my inboxes have been flooded over the last few days.  My fic represents, for a lot of people, either their start in Avengers fandom, or the safe place they retreat to when the angst and infighting and shipwars got too intense.  Which I get, and I appreciate, and I’m so glad if my old fics can give people a little happiness, even after all this time.

But there’s a thread I keep picking up in comments, that kind of worries me.

That things that happened in the MCU have taken the fandom away from them.  That the way things happened in Endgame have left people distraught, or angry, or just grieving.  And a lot of people have worried that they’ve ‘lost’ these characters.

And look.

Look.

I say this as a fandom old.  I say this as someone who reads comics.  Who came from the Trek fandom.  Who’s lived through bad movie adaptations and subpar ghostwriters and writing staff changes that have destroyed tv shows before they had a chance to really fly.

Don’t let canon take anything away from you.

You can be disappointed in a thing.  You can have your heart broken by a writer.  You can hope against hope that something that means the world to you will be ‘true,’ but don’t let a corporation take your heroes away from you.

Every one of us has to pick and choose what we keep and what we leave behind.  But every single version of Captain America has been fanfiction since Jack Kirby and Joe Simon put their pens down.  He’s owned by a corporation, and they can decide what’s on screen, who gets paid to write him, who gets the big platform.  They get to decide canon.

But canon is meaningless.

Canon is a way to win an argument in a bar or in a schoolyard.  It’s knowing publication dates and issue numbers and who wrote what arc and when the reboots happened.  It exists.

But when I think of Hawkeye, canon is only part of the picture.  I do think of Matt Fraction’s run on the comics.  I do think of those early years, sneaking my brother’s issues of West Coast Avengers.  I think of the weird, wild, off beat run of Secret Avengers.  But I also think of @dr-kara’s art of him.  I think of fanfic long since deleted, that introduced me to the fandom tropes of Clint living in the vents.  I think of the Tumblr posts, diving deep into the psychology of trauma, into his place as the most human and the most pointless of the original six, into a thousand stupid memes.  Caw-caw, motherfucker.  I think of the comments I got, telling me he was OOC.  I think of the Hawkeye cosplayers I’ve met, including the one guy who was in full gear at Star Wars Celebration in Florida.  I asked him why, and he shrugged and said, ‘Clint would’ve.’  I agree with him.  

I think of the first time a friend put a bow in my hands, and showed me how to shoot, wobbly and uneven, at a straw target all the way across the yard.

I think of the bruises that dotted my arms afterwards.

So canon can add new things.  Take bits away.  Make me think.  Make me hurt.

But nothing canon does will ever cause him to be different, not on any fundamental level.  Clint Barton started forming in my head when I was eight years old.  He belongs to Marvel, but the version I carry with me has a lot more sources than that.

Guys, this is a long way of saying: find your own version of the character.  Find what you need in a fandom.  And think of canon like that one fic that has a million kudos on AO3 and you just. Don’t.  Know.  Why.  That one fic, that everyone talks about, that you just can’t stand.

If canon doesn’t work for you, then discard it.  And move on.

But don’t let a corporation take a character you love away from you.

Don’t ever let that happen.

T'Challa x Shy!Mute!F!Reader

Boss, Y/N. King T'Challa and Vision are at the door.“ FRIDAY says interrupting Tony and Y/N who were working on Rhodey’s leg braces. “T'Challa? What is he doing here? I thought he wasn’t coming back until next week.” Tony looked at you alarmed. ‘Let them in Dad.’ You sign at him before going back to the braces. “Let them in Fri”

“Kitty cat! What you doing back so early?” Tony asked T'Challa as he walked into the lab. “My sister Shuri is making me take a few days off as King.” T'Challa says before his eyes flickered over to you. “Who is this beautiful lady?” He smiled at you, causing you to blush and look back down at the braces.

Tony glared at T'Challa and stood in front of you so he couldn’t look at you. “That’s Y/N. My daughter. Who is off limits to you.” Tony growled. You smiled rolling your eyes behind Tony’s back. Vision smiled seeing Tony being overprotective.

“I just wanted her name Anthony.” T'Challa said. “Yeah right. Just know my baby girl is off limits. No flirting. No touching. No looking. No nothing. Stay away.” You threw your hands up from behind Tony. “Mr. Stark I believe Y/N is trying to get your attention.” Vision tells Tony.

“What is it kiddo?” Tony asked turning to you. ‘Can you stop being an overprotective ass and help me with this?’ You signed at him. “No. I’m not. I have to be.” Tony said as he helped you finish the braces. “Now your catness let’s talk while Vizh takes Y/N to Rhodes.” Tony says as Vision grabbed the braces leaving the lab with you.

'Vizh! He called me beautiful!“ You signed excitedly to Vision as you went to the elevator. "You look quite happy about that. Is that good?” You nodded. 'Yeah. Remember when you liked Wanda…well you still do. That’s how I feel about T'Challa. Since I first saw him.’

“A crush am I right?” You nodded. 'Yeah but unlike you and Wanda he doesn’t like me back.’ You signed. “Do you know that for sure?” Vision asked. 'Vizh he just met me. Plus who would like me? I’m a freaking mute. Shy as fuck. No one could like me.’ You say as the elevator stopped. Vision frowned, looking at you in concern. He did not understand why you would say anything like that. You were very beautiful and just because you couldn’t talk didn’t mean anything. He would talk to Rhodey or Miss. Potts later about this.

“Hey Y/N, Vizh. Where’s Tony?” Rhodey asked as you two walked into his room. “Mr. Stark is with King T'Challa.” Vision says as he sets down the braces on the bed.

“What’s he doing back so early?” Rhodey asked. “I do know but I will take my leave now. I will be back shortly.” Vision says before phrasing the ceiling. “He has to stop doing that and use doors.” Rhodey says causing you to chuckle silently.

….Later (Like three days)……

“I cannot believe he has the decency to flirt with my daughter. Every. Single. Day. Can you believe it Rhodes?” Tony ranted as he paced in the living room. “Tone. Y/N is eighteen. She isn’t a kid anymore. You knew this day would come.” Rhodey says from the couch.

“Y/N doesn’t like him. Right? Rhodey?” Tony asked looking at him. “Don’t know.” Rhodey shrugged. “You lie! Rhodey you know something. Tell me!” Tony pleaded sitting beside Rhodey.

“Tony it’s obvious. Everyone knows but you and T'Challa” “Wait….does Y/N my sweet precious baby girl like T'Challa?” Tony asked Rhodey who looked at the blank television screen. “Oh hell no! No chance in hell!” Tony jumped up from the couch.

“Tony. Leave the kids be. As long as Y/N’s happy that what really should matter.” Rhodey tells Tony. “FRIDAY pulls up the security fee of T'Challa and Y/N.”

A hologram appeared. You were laughing, smiling at T'Challa something you rarely did unless it was with Tony, Rhodey, Vision or the bots.

“Your a truly beautiful woman Y/N. I do not understand why you don’t see what I see.” T'Challa says as he lifts your chin up to look him in the eyes. Your face was beat red from blushing. “He better not or I swear I’m going t-” T'Challa leaned over and pressed his lips onto yours.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Tony yelled grabbing one of his Iron Man hand gauntlets. “Tony! Calm down!” Rhodey yelled after Tony who ran to the elevator.

“I’m gonna roast your furry ass if you don’t get away from my daughter!” Tony yelled as he stormed out the elevator. You and T'Challa pulled apart embarrassed.

Tony fired up his repuslor aiming at T'Challa who jumped out the way. Your eyes widened as you watched your dad shoot at T'Challa.

“Keep your filthy hands off my daughter or else I’ll…” Tony trailed off as he watched crystals travel up his gauntlet powering it down. He looked up at you in shocked. You stood in your mutant form which you never used.

“Y/N…you’re….using your powers” Tony said shocked. You nodded. Transforming back to your normal form. 'Dad I’m eighteen not eight. I’m old enough to take care of myself. I know it’s hard to see that I’m grow up but this is reality. I’ll always be your little girl but I’m just not as little you know’ You sighed at Tony who sighed.

“Fine. But I’m watching you.” Tony said glaring at T'Challa. “Ask my daughter on a proper date.” T'Challa smiled. “Y/N would you like to go out on a date with me tomorrow night?” You nodded smiling at him. “I’ll be waiting with my iron man suit too.” Tony hissed. “Now baby girl can you get these crystals off of me?”

Numb (Bucky x Reader)

Hey guys! This request contains some self harm and before you begin I just want to say a few words that I’m sure you’ve all heard a million times before but they’re still important. I’m here for you. Whether you message me or send in an ask anonymously, whatever you’re more comfortable with I’m here. I’m here to talk, to listen, to comfort, to love, but I promise I am not here to judge as I’ve been there myself and I know how hard it can be. Please don’t be afraid to talk to someone,  find someone you can trust because it’s so much better to talk it out than to keep it in and let it consume you from the inside out. 

With that said please read with caution and I hope you enjoy!(:

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, and thoughts of suicide

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“It’s kind of cold to be out here without a jacket don’t ya think?” The deep voice just made you sigh as you continued looking at the city below you. You should have figured Bucky would show up, he always managed to find you when you were feeling particularly down.

“I like the cold,” your voice was just a whisper, probably undetectable to Bucky whose feet crunched against the gravel as he made his way towards you where you stood on the two foot ledge of the upper most rooftop of Avenger’s Tower. “Makes me feel numb.”

Bucky didn’t say anything in response as he reached up and grabbed your right hand in his cybernetic left one. You looked down as he gave two small tugs, pleading with you to come down. His blue eyes looked more grey in the hazy, poorly lit night, his brows scrunched in concern, and his lips pulling down slightly at the corners. 

You looked down at the city one last time before heaving another sigh and getting off of the ledge to stand next to Bucky who let go of your hand. He looked you in the eyes as he draped the warm woolen blanket he always used over your shoulders, pulling at the edges and bringing you toe to toe so there was only a whisper of breath between your bodies. You stared up at his face, searching for the will to say the words you knew he wanted you to say, until a violent shiver crawled down your spine.

You hadn’t realized how cold you had gotten until the blanket and Bucky’s body started melting it away. The warmth only getting stronger as Bucky pulled you into a tight hug, holing your body as close to his as possible while still letting you breath. One of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other smoothed back your wind whipped hair. His lips were pressed firmly to your temple making soft “shhh” noises in response to the tears you hadn’t even realized had begun falling down your face. 

“I’m fine,” you croaked out, repeating the words you had been chanting in your head for far too long now. 

“No you’re not,” Bucky’s voice sounded just as broken as yours did as his arms tightened around you. 

“But I’m supposed to be,” you sobbed as your arms wrapped around Bucky’s waist and buried your face in his white cotton sleep shirt. His scent washed over you, adding to the warmth as a comforting mixture of laundry detergent, cinnamon, and faded cologne filled your senses.

“Says who?” Bucky asks in a soft murmur against the top of your head with a light kiss that goes unnoticed. 

“Everyone!” You choke out as the tears slow down and a strangled laugh escapes your lips. “Fuck, I’m so pathetic…”

“Hey!” Bucky’s voice is sharp and it startles you as he grabs your shoulders and pushed you back so he can look into your eyes. “Don’t you dare say that!”

“Well it’s true!” You’re crying again and you want to look anywhere but at Bucky but there’s a fire in his eyes that you can’t break away from.

“Not to me,” his voice is soft again as his hands fall from your shoulders to adjust the blanket around you. “Not to any of us.”

“Well then maybe you don’t know me,” you bite back bitterly, your eyes narrowing in defense, not wanting to believe Bucky’s words because you know if he knew everything he wouldn’t think twice about coming up here to help you. “You don’t know what I’ve gone through or what I’ve done or the things I’ve had to do to make it all feel okay.”

Bucky’s thumbs brushed the tears off of your cheeks as he stepped closer to you again. “I know that we’ve all done some pretty awful things (Y/N). I know that what you’ve done is in the past-”

Before he can continue you roll up your sleeves and show him the scars that littered your forearms. “It’s not in the past Buck…” Your voice is hoarse and ashamed as his finger tips trail across your skin, brushing across scars old and new.

“But-”

“They don’t stop. The thoughts, the feelings, none of it. Every day I wake up and I know that I’m never going to be good enough to stand next to Steve or Natasha or Tony or-”

“You’re so much more than good enough (Y/N). You are the kindest, sweetest, most deserving person I have ever met. And yeah that includes Steve. And everyone in there thinks the exact same thing. You have a family in there that would do absolutely anything for you if you just asked. We want you to be safe and happy and to feel loved and to feel like you’re good enough because damn it you are.”

There’s a lump in your throat as your shake your head knowing that what Bucky is saying is true, but you’ve been too caught up in your head to notice. 

“(Y/N) I love you!” Your heart skips at his shouted proclamtion but you don’t have time to ask what he means before he quickly continues, “Not the way they do, but more than that. I want you to be so happy. Your smile sets my heart on fire. And I want to make you laugh because the way it makes your eyes crinkle sends shivers down my spine. And I want to protect you,” His voice trails off a little as his lips skim across your still exposed forearms, “whether that’s from enemy bullets or the thoughts in your head that are nothing but lies. And most of all I want you to feel loved. Because I do. I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes and I can’t bare the thought of you feeling like this and.. and…” 

He cuts himself off as his lips find yours in a searing kiss. And it doesn’t matter that it’s cold, or that you’ve been crying, or anything else. Because right now you feel warm, and safe, and ecstatic, and loved. 

And as the kiss breaks and Bucky’s forehead rests against yours, for the first time in a long time you don’t want to feel numb. 

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Hope you guys liked it! Sorry it was kinda short:/ If this was your request and you didn’t like it please let me know and I’ll try to fix it!

ALL requests are currently CLOSED! (sorry guys! but there’s a lot of requests in the que and I don’t want you to have to wait too long!) 

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Tagging: @shamvictoria11 

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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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