Superheroes Love Us (Marvel & DC X Reader)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) X Grim Reaper!Reader

Key:

(Y/n) – your name

(d/c) – dark color of your choice

(h/c) – hair color

(h/l/l) – hair length location

(w/c) – weapon choice

(s/c) – skin color

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Bucky's P.O.V.

The team and I were assigned to take down a H.Y.D.R.A. base in the England Isles. We were currently on the Quinjet waiting to land when I started to nod off.

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.: Same time, exact location that the Avengers are going.

Will has sent Grell and I to take some souls from a H.Y.D.R.A. base three hours from HQ. Of course, this mission has a high soul collection value on it and didn't trust Grell to get the job down which is why he assigned it to me. As we travelled to the location of the souls, Grell kept talking about his Sebby, which I assume is the demon Sebastian that Ceil kept on a leash. His red clothes gave him away as we travelled so other male reapers know to stay away for this homosexual crossdresser would defile them with just his words. If he wasn't talking about his Sebby he was complaining about not being a female. No one wanted to work with him because of these things he was obsessed with. We made it to the facility but since our powers work better at night, we had to enter the building the hard way. Grell whined about it.

"(Y/n), can you be a dear and do it for me?" He asked. I stopped in my tracks and glared over my shoulder at him.

"Why the bloody hell can't you help me and do it?" I asked.

"My shoes are made for kicking down doors. I'll break them or ruin them. They're brand new." He said while twirling around on his new high heels.

"You know that those shoes are not Soul Reaper appropriate. It's your bloody fault for wearing them to this job anyways!" I yelled at him. Apparently, my anger was enough to blast the doors into the front of the facility. I normally do get this angry with anyone or any situation but Grell is a whole other story. I huffed a few times and took a few calming breathes to relax my nerves. The night is an hour away and I want to get this job done no more than five hours. I finally calmed down but Grell was still hiding behind a tree from my piercing gaze. I pulled my (w/c) out from my pocket dimension as I entered the dark hallway of the facility.

Time Skip: 5 hours later.

I huffed as I pulled my small black notebook out from the inside of my coat pocket. I flipped to the first page and started to do my actual job. Finding the correct body, I pulled what looked like an old cinema roll for a movie out. This cinema film is the person life from birth to death and I record important dates and times for their judgement which is to e held tomorrow at noon. "April 1983. February 1996. And December 2019. That should be enough for this person." I said as I crossed off their name in my book and reader the next name quietly. While I was focusing on my work, I didn't realize that someone or a group of people were watching me.

Bucky's P.O.V.

When we got to the facility it was deathly quiet and the main doors look like they were blasted in but there were no scorch marks from explosives.

"Guys, I don't like this." I said into the earpieces as we split up into different teams. Brief quiet conversation was thrown into the earpieces and they all agreed to meet me in this exact location. After five minutes we all regrouped and continued down the hallway with no lights or an occasional flickering light. Blood splattered the walls, floor, and ceilings, but there were no bodies that we have come across. There was a constant tapping that I could hear now that we are deeper into the facility. It felt like we were in a real-life horror movie. I focused on the tapping sound and continued towards it only to find a woman there in (d/c) fitted trench coat that hugs all her curves, black gloves and wedge heels, (d/c) pants and (a) (w/c) on her back. Her (h/c) was down to her (h/l/l) that seemed to shine in the lack of lighting. Her back to us but I had the feeling that I have met her before. When we finally approached her, she stopped tapping her foot on the ground and turned to us so slightly that you would have missed her glowing (e/c) eyes that narrowed at us.