-ˏˋMarvel One-Shots!ˎˊ˗

prompt!-Bucky B.ˎˊ˗

i got requested for two characters!

-bucky and loki!

so, i'll be writing a part for both of them, but of course, with different contexts.

dedicated to my love fandoms_scream

character: bucky barnes!

this prompt is basically screaming smut:

"the only marks on your body should be from me."

And a little writing prompt I spotted on tumblr:

imagine the strong person of the group (which is supposed to be you) gets severely hurt, but the team only realizes it after they fall down in pain.

see ya!:

Y/N's POV

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I stumbled back against the broken-in wall of a building, barely managing to get my bruised arm up and at my side. I raised the gun at my side, and charged up the blast, managing to burn an alien's arm off. I slumped down, looking down at the wounded arm, groaning as I noticed a wound on the underside, and bruises all over me.

I looked up, seeing yet another monster come surging out of the portal, and let out a broken rasp of pain. I twirled the gun in my other hand, spotting the crew fighting viciously. I glanced down at my weapons belt, noticing that I had three plasma grenades and one more laser blaster.

My left arm hung useless at my side, wrist twisted unnaturally. The strange thing was, I couldn't even feel the pain, due to my rapid healing. It didn't help set the bones however, it just numbed the pain. My jumpsuit (cOVER ME) was ripped multiple times below my legs, the flameproof and bullet-proof fabric unable to protect me from the near-lethal blasts from the aliens. I had a singing burn on my leg, being healed and covered with fresh skin slowly.

I looked up, seeing Tony blasting aliens easily while flying around, Steve throwing his shield effortlessly, Nat and Clint picking off aliens one by one, and Thor just straight up annihilating them. Wanda crushed an alien with her magic, while Peter shot webs that instantly made the aliens drop dead. Was his suit on Insta-Kill? Maybe. I noticed something. Bucky was all on his own, blasting a straight circle around him with the dual guns Tony had developed, and managing to hold his own.

I was able to look at him for a moment of breathing room, watching his hair fly behind him as his face was contorted into one of fierce rage, much different the normal slight smile he usually had on his face.  He glanced at me for a second, and I noticed him get concerned for a second before I shook my head, signaling I don't need help. 

A large horde of aliens had managed to notice my prone figure, and as they rushed toward me, I unlatched one of the plasma grenades on my belt and threw it at the horde, turning in the other direction, wincing when I laid on my side. There had to be some bruises there.. I closed my eyes, but that didn't stop the bright light the grenade let off. I looked back and spotted nothing more than a large pile of black ashes, and sighed as I stood back up with the support of the wall behind me. I held my side in pain, managing to get up and fix something onto my blaster that Tony had designed.

As six aliens came rushing towards me, I raised my weapon, keeping the trigger pressed and charged up a blast. I was so focused on what was in front of me that I didn't see the two aliens running in on my side, and I was only able to deflect and kill one with my knife before the other one plunged it's blade-hand into my side.  I let out a gasp, and turned my blaster on it, searing it's hideous head off.

It slumped backwards, and I pulled his hand out of my side, biting my lip to try and keep from yelling. I sent out a wave of healing magic, and let it survey the damage. It came back to be with a screaming alert, and it started to knit together some bones and muscles that had been broken. I managed to fix enough damage before my magic weakened to stand up.

It was just in time as well, as Tony sent searing repulsor blasts at the machine with the portal, and it closed shut, managing to take off the head of the leader (who was just emerging) as well. The aliens all chattered and exploded, breaking into greenish orbs. Before they could fly too far, everyone destroyed them, picking them off. I stood up and joined the rest of the Avengers, sticking the blaster in my belt and putting on a brave face. I was supposed to be the strong one, as I had never been wounded before. I didn't really know why now.

I stood strong, using all of my strength to not hold my wound, as we all wobbled into the helicarrier.

-back at the compound-

I knew I should have waited and went to the infirmary to heal myself, but I was desperately hungry (as was the rest of the crew) and we all headed for the kitchen, where Wanda levitated tons of leftovers from the fridge and tossed them all into the microwave, somehow instantly heating them. Huh. I guess the author got lazy.

She tossed a box to each of us, and I popped mine open, getting the luscious smells of twelve-hour old fried rice and Szechuan shrimp. I sighed, and immediately dug in, my side wound screaming at me in pain. I leaned against the counter, trying to look casual, but I knew it wasn't working, due to the suspicious looks I was getting from Bucky and Steve. Damned army soldiers.

I put a forkful into my mouth, wincing as my hip banged against the counter. I tried to finish eating quickly, and left the group by running into the elevator and pressing the button for Bucky and I's floor. As soon as the doors closed, I slumped against the wall, pressing a hand to my side and letting myself let out a low moan of pain. I left the elevator as the door opened, sighing. I ran to my room, changing into a pair of pajama shorts and a Cap tee, without hurting my wound.

I collapsed into one the numerous low couches around the place, popping open a low hatch that I knew was built into the side of the dresser.  It was filled with medical supplies and bandages, including a suture kit that I hoped wouldn't need. I tugged up my shirt slightly, revealing the wound in all its gory glory. (ha) 

I gently applied some disinfectant cream to the wound, managing to just barely cover up the edges of the wound and pull down my shirt as I heard the elevator ding, with Steve and Bucky showing up. I tried to smile, looking at them calmly. I sat up, propping my head up with a hand and managing to pick up the remote from behind me, as if I was just here to relax.

I knew that Bucky was looking me over, trying to figure out what was wrong and what had happened to me. I knew that if I took a step, I would fall down, but I stood up anyway, casually tossing the remote. Steve glanced at my t-shirt and laughed. "Why do you have a Captain America tee?" I sighed, letting out a pained laugh. "It was the first t-shirt I saw!" Steve pouted. "So you don't like it?" I groaned and stepped forward, rolling my eyes to try and hide the vicious spikes of pain that lanced up my side. 

"It's not like that, Rogers." I winced, which I was sure the super soldiers' had caught. I took another step forward, but that ended up being my damning step, as my legs turned to jelly with the bruises and cuts already on them, and the additional pain, I went down. I didn't hit the floor however, as Bucky dove for me and caught me in time, my arm smacking into the floor and causing me to yelp. 

Steve let out a gasp and ran over to the medicine cabinet, pulling bandages and the suture kit out, while Bucky slowly cradled my body, keeping me close to him. I slowly inched up my shirt, pointing to the now-bleeding wound on my side, and letting out a raspy groan. Steve and Bucky winced, and Steve pulled out the various items in the box. 

this has to be part one. 

this is already 1450 words man

and the smut isn't even close to starting yet

okie bye

~L