Avengers Imagines pt.1

Tattoos *️⃣ Bucky.

Song: everybody knows - Sigrid

Imagine: your body covered in tattoos, because your power is transforming the ink into something real. And Bucky being mesmerised by them.

Warning: feels... you'll see when you read it, also swearing.
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'Hey y/n, Wait up!' Steve calls after you.

'What's up...we just spoke like 2 seconds ago...' you reply.

'I know but I almost forgot to ask, Tony is having this party tonight and he made me ask someone with me or i can't go...' he explains and you smile.

'I'll be your plus 1...' you smile and he lets out a sigh of relief.

'Oh and Steve...I Uh...I want your opinion on something now that we just started talking again..'

'Yeah sure...' he replies putting his hands on his hips.

'I Uh...I'm thinking about...removing the tattoos after tomorrow...'

'No why?!' Steve exclaims shocked.

'I don't even need them anymore, I'm already an agent, by just trying without them, I don't need my powers and...'

'Someone said something about them, was it Becky?'

'No, no...I just wanted to let you know I was thinking about it..' you reply.

'Well you shouldn't...because even though I'm not from this time, they really suit you...and I like them...so don't you dare remove them y/n...' he scolds, making you laugh.

'Okay I'll see you at the party grandpa!' You shout as you walk away.

'Yeah I'll see you there y/n...' he replies as he waves.

———————-time skip————————

You look into the mirror as you push your hair back. You use some pins to hold it there and you look into the mirror again. You put some finishing touches on your jewellery and makeup and you runs your hands over the red fabric.

'Look at that freak...'
'I bet she has them just so she can feel tough..'
'No one will ever find her pretty...'
'That only makes her ugly...'
'I bet she's on drugs or something, throw in some piercings and she could go straight to rehab...'
'An agent?, please, you could hardly trust that woman...'
'People will always fear you, no matter what you tell them...'

The voices almost scream at you, it hasn't been this bad ever since you were left on the street after they inked you up.

Hurting badly, in the cold rain, on the cold ground. People would pass by, but no one stopped to help you, until a strange but familiar man helped you up and took you with him. That man was Steve Rogers, you've been friends ever since, he has been helping you with a job, you haven't used your power ever since.

You take your coat with you and you hear a car honk outside. You quickly grab your purse and keys as you walk out. You lock the door behind you and you rush to the car.

'You look....' Steve starts, but he doesn't finish.

'That bad huh?' You respond.