Title sums it up.
Inside this book includes:
- Bucky Barnes X Reader
- Peter Parker (TASM) X Reader
- Shang-Chi X Reader
- Clint Barton X Reader
- Steve Rogers X Reader
- Tony Stark X Reader
- Avengers Drabbles
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A/N: Inspired by my above soundscape! I did write a rather elaborate story for it in the video description, but I wanted to flesh it out a bit more on here. So here this is.
Background: Takes place in TFATWS after the fight with the Flag Smashers in Episode 2, however, Walker and Lamar never showed up afterwards to offer anyone a ride. Sam went his own way, leaving you and Bucky to borrow a vehicle and find somewhere relatively safe to lay low for the evening. Also: here, the events of Episode 3 played out before those of Episode 2... it doesn't make sense, but it works... sorta.. so yeah. This is a mess. But enjoy? Please leave your thoughts in the comments! I appreciate your feedback, even if it makes no sense! :)
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You're exhausted.
Absolutely, positively and utterly exhausted.
So much so that you could swear you're sleeping on your feet, the feeling of your booted footsteps hitting the pavement beneath them barely resonating with you.
"That was one hell of a fight," Your Partner and boyfriend chuckles half-heartedly from your side, his own heavier footsteps a dull sound to your quickly muting senses.
"If that's what you want to call it," You mutter lowly, scowling. "We're both apparently out of shape."
"Apparently," Comes the reply, a slightly somber tone falling into his voice as the pair of you continue to walk aimlessly through the countryside.
"Did Sam tell you where he was headed?"
At this, Bucky tosses you a look of 'seriously?' your way, before continuing.
"You really think he'd tell me his business? So no. Sam didn't tell me where he was headed."
"Great," You grumble, casting your gaze towards the horizon, a heavier looking set of dark clouds looming there. "Looks like we're in for a great night."
"Hm. That does look like a pretty good thunderstorm."
"No kidding."
"Next vehicle we see - I'm hot-wiring it."
You resist the urge to scoff.
"Buck, this isn't... like... Nazi Germany, ya know. You can't just up and steal things," You remind, slightly teasing, slightly stern.
"I'm not stealing," He protests, tossing you the faintest beginnings of a smirk. "I'm borrowing. And besides; would you rather risk getting arrested or spend the night in the pouring rain?"
You're too slow to answer - too focused on your thoughts moving a mile a minute, all over different subjects.
"Exactly," The man keeping pace with you decides for you, tearing you from your thoughts. "There's no sense sitting out here in the cold when we can easily just borrow a vehicle."
