The Mimic - One-Shots

What if y/n was able to save Bucky?

Overview: When y/n catches sight of Thanos about to crush Bucky's throat, she snaps. (This isn't canon, obviously, but I do have a question. Do you think y/n would be worthy of the hammer? I personally don't, but I'd love to see your reasoning if you do!)

Word count: 1,924

Warnings: Violence, angst, gore-ish

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Peter crashed down at y/n's feet. Unconscious.

Y/n's first instinct should've been to check on the kid, but she didn't. She didn't know why, she didn't know how, but there was something deep in the pit of her stomach that was screaming at her to look for the source. So she did.

She looked in the direction of where Peter had been thrown. Through the masses of fighting, through the explosions, through it all. What she saw caused her entire world to shut down.

Thanos. He was holding Bucky in the air by his throat. Strangling, squeezing, crushing, all whilst his other hand repeatedly smashed and punched the love of her life's face in.

A normal reaction would've been for y/n to scream. For her heart to drop and for her to start running uncontrollably at Thanos. Pure desperation and terror mixed blended into one. Maybe in another universe that would've happened. Maybe she would've had a 'normal' reaction. But not in this one.

Y/n had just gotten him back. Five painful years without Bucky. Without being able to be held, to be loved, to be comforted. Without his voice to soothe and smooth away the nightmares, without his laugh, or seeing the way his nose crinkled when he laughed. Five years. She wasn't going to lose him again. Not now, not ever.

She wasn't going to lose another person over some damn stones. Natasha was already gone. She refused to lose Bucky, too.

An indescribable amount of rage washed over her. She breathed it in like a flame following a line of gasoline, replacing all the oxygen with something far stronger. Her heart pumped it around her body, thick and hot anger filling her veins. Every nerve ending tingled and prickled as if somebody was raking their nails across every inch of her skin.

It was like a third-person experience. Her body had completely stiffened, allowing the rage to seep in and infect her soul. Everything except the distant sight of Bucky and Thanos had gone blurry, almost like she was singling in on them. In her ears, the world fell completely silent, and a single word passed her lips.

"No."

It wasn't a desperate 'no', nor was it one fuelled with any emotion other than seething anger. It was a command. Bucky wasn't dying today.

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An ear-splitting series of thunder and lightning crackled across the battlefield, causing every single person to stop what they were doing and search for the source. Even Thanos' army froze. The only person that didn't was the purple giant himself.

The skies, whilst already dim with smoke, shifted several shades darker. Flashes of thunder lit up the clouds for seconds at a time, slamming down to the ground and seeming to be creating a perfect trail toward the angry woman.

Steve flinched at the loud crackles, immediately going to glance over at Thor and complain. He had forgotten how annoying it was to fight alongside the God of Thunder. He felt like he needed earplugs. The super soldier gave him an annoyed look, flipping Mjolnir in his palm before smacking an alien around the head with it. "Can you relax with that?" He complained through his earpiece.