James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Re-crowning

Part 2 of "Jumping through time" will be out late tonight or early tomorrow.

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(Summary: You were crowded Queen of Asgard but you weren't ready for the full responsibility after realizing you weren't prepared for a meeting. Earth was your home.)

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Coronation.

That one time in your life where you had to be crowned Queen, Queen of a city you loved. The responsibilities were endless. Board meetings, protection meetings, security meetings, and not to mention the fact that you have to keep over 2 billion people alive and well. The battles you had to win, the strategies to make sure your people don't starve, and overall- peace. You had to keep peace between the nine relmes or chaos fills the halls. Blood would shed and all would be lost.

Your good friends, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg, were always helping you with the decisions and pressure of being Queen, it made you wonder if they'd be better than you at times.

"Y/n!" A loud voice boomed through the Kingdom.

You looked back to see who it was. Your younger brother, Thor. Your best friend and sibling wrapped in one. You smiled and hugged him as he approached the room.

"Thor! Thank the stars you're here!" You stated pulling away.

"Is there...a problem sister?" He asked raising an eyebrow and scanning over the scattered papers on your table.

"Yes there's a problem! Many have sought to find you and failed! Where have you been?!" You whispered.

"I am terribly sorry Y/n, I must have forgotten to inform you that a threat has entered one of the nine relmes. Earth." He answered with a goofy smile.

"Well, it's good to know you haven't lost all your brain. Did you win?" You asked smiling and moving over, back to your table.

"Ah, yes! Another glorious battle." He laughed, "I must inform you, Earth misses you. The Avengers miss you and your little mortal friend too."

"You speak of James that way?" You smirked, "I'll have you know, he's no friend. He's more. Future King."

"It's only been 2 years, Y/n. I see him fit for a friend. Nothing more."

"But your judgment does nothing brother," You replied tapping your crown, "It means no matter for your words."

He grumbled in defeat and rolled his eyes grabbing a Lamb shank. He bit into it and smiled with satisfaction.

"You know what you should do?" He asked looking over his shoulder to you.

"And what is that?" You responded crossing your arms.

"Have your next order to be Pop-Tarts. This meat is not as satisfactionate as before. It needs icing."

"Yes brother, icing." You laughed.

He sat down next to you helped you out with the meetings and plans for around 3 hours. You were almost finished when you heard footsteps coming twords you. You looked up to see the Warrior, your closet friend, and your trustworthy companion, Sif. She stopped and stuck her knife in the table leaning on it with he palms.

"Ah, more work? I suspected the Queen would be doing no work, especially after this time of night." She scolded with a smile, "Y/n. You must call in. Sleep. You have a rather big day in a couple of days."