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It was nothing short of a surprise when, instead of the battalion of Hydra members you had expected to storm this bunker ever since you first set foot in it, you found yourself surrounded by heavily armed SHIELD agents. Now, normally this would have been a rather satisfying sight, especially as they were the only organization that possessed the power to actually stop Hydra sooner or later, but as of right now Bucky and you had catapulted yourselves right onto the top of their hit list. If you wanted to get out of this alive every last one of them would have to be eliminated before they could get the chance to report back to the SHIELD headqu

Somehow, you had managed to make it to the edge of the forest without being caught. You had spent hours racing through the forest, moving quickly but quietly through the dense foliage. More than once you had encountered a close call with a overhead chopper or a patrol, but you managed to sneak past each without a fight. By the time you had made it to the forest's end, your eyes and limbs were heavy with stress and fatigue. You continuously looked to Bucky, looking for any indication of the same symptoms, but he was resilient as ever, his face a cold mask of determination and focus. Outside the forest, you could see the back of a row of hous

It was almost dark by the time you neared the abandoned motel. Already the crisp Autumn air was turning cold, sending an occasional small tremor through your body. You had still not completely overcome the fear that remained in your brain since the panic attack. But Bucky was beside you, and for some reason, that gave you a small dosage of comfort, knowing he was there. You were both silent, save the occasional apology after you would accidentally bump into each other, or some equality thereof. However, as you neared the motel, you noticed a very distinct change in the atmosphere. Bucky noticed it moments before you did, and was suddenly in

“Women love when we do this, don’t they?” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) “I’m telling you; I’m the awesomest!” “And I’m telling you… there’s no way you’re better than the hero!” “You’re both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I’m the King!” You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the ‘Awesome Trio’, which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark. The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan’s newest

.:mErcy -- BEN DROWNED & Reader [Chapter 11 -- A] -- "There's a way to get her back, ya see kid~" You froze at the words, resting your eyes on the creepy woman. You were nervous and uneasy about her presence; you were anxious to get away from her as quickly as possible. Her possible knowledge about actually reviving Aria was the only thing keeping you in the same room as her. "Erm....a way to get her back...?" You repeated carefully. "Hmm...Yes, Yes~ A way~ A waaay~" She sang, smiling cheerfully at you, pulling more of the already loose stitches on her face. You could sort of see the muscle lying underneath her cheek's skin. You gulped.

"Now, that's not very nice love." The captain raised his eyebrow. "How about you get your own group, there." The captain pointed, (Name) blinked, her tummy sinking, almost immediately her tummy sank. She didn't move. "Do you want me to move you myself then love?" He asked, quietly, looking down at her. (Name) walked off, surprised that her legs hadn't completely turned into jelly. The Captain smiled. "A fast learner." He turned around and pointed at the largest group. "You can leave." He ordered, most of the girls contained of one's who were giggling and fluttering their eyelashes at him. The Captain turned to the next group, which contained

It was quiet. For a moment, you wondered if you were dead, and this darkness the pits of purgatory; however, pain slowly crept its way along your limbs, until the aching grew so strong you jolted out of your slumber. A sharp sting soared from your lower back to your shoulder blades, immediately rendering you motionless. You must have hit the deck (no pun intended) harder than you first thought. What’s more, your left shoulder—the one that had been shot—twisted with a pain so indescribable you could hardly stand it. You clamped your teeth down on you lower lip and clenched your right fist to keep from crying. Through your fl