"You really thought you could outrun me?" He asked, his hot breath fanning all over my face. "At least I tried." I laughed but then stopped when I became aware of our close proximity. The wind started to blow through his hair gently as he cocked his head to the side. I swallowed at the sight. "Alexia." he breathed out, his eyes centered on my lips. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip and I froze, knowing what was coming. He tucked my hair behind my ear as his chest slowly pressed against mine. I closed my eyes in response. And all too soon..... I was kissing Kayden Hart. He fell first, she fell harder ------------------------------------------------ Alexia Smith. A druggie for a mother An unknown father. Victim of abuse. A broken soul. Kayden Hart. The Golden boy School's quarterback. An all rounder. He has a perfect life, she has a shitty life. Will light overcome the dark? [Highest Rankings]: #2- Teen fiction #9- Fiction #51- Romance #3-Abuse #14- High school

NOTE: THIS STORY IS UNDER EDITING AS OF 3/9/21. AN EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG those four words accurately describe both Scout Brighton and Bucky Barnes. Scout started in a science lab, an angel in disguise, a miracle child, according to the white coats. Bucky started as a soldier, then the fall happened and everything changed. They meet in the future, and as most experiments go, you could call them a success. cover by: tereziatt

"Whoever he used to be, and the guy he is now, I don't think he's the kind you save. He's the kind you stop." Malone has never believed that people can be beyond redeeming. Her beliefs will be put to the test when she becomes the unlikely partner of the Winter Soldier. With the duo on the run from Hydra-- and SHEILD, she worries who she can trust. And no matter what anyone says, she firmly believes Bucky isn't the kind you stop; he's the kind you save. (Set after Captain America: The Winter Soldier) (I wrote this when I was thirteen so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes... both of which I'm sure this fic has in abundance)

Get him out of Gehenna. Get him to Shield. He's your prisoner. He's your responsibility. Don't form a soft spot for him. Don't become the hero here. Don't take his place. Don't let them take you. Don't fall in love with him. You're going to get yourself killed. He's not worth it. // Takes place directly after CA:TWS // //featured on the official Wattpad fanfiction account // //#21 in Winter Soldier// //Don't be mean to Maisie. That's not welcome here.// // If you like my work and feel that higher education costs too much, please consider sending me $1 through cash app I love you $emllyjoyce//

Never underestimate the power of someone's apartment door. - Bucky Barnes is a lost man with a metal arm that is just looking for some place for shelter. Away from Hydra, away from Shield, and away from Steve Rogers. Beaten, he ends up in Samantha Voyle's home. She eventually helps him recover and gain his trust, but what happens when the old enemies come knocking at their door? [Set post-CA.Winter Soldier] *I wrote this when I was twelve..GIMME a break*

When Bucky had saved Steve from the river, he was determined to find out about his past. He was lost and confused, but he was ready to face what was ahead. Charlotte Black, 18, was nothing but a myth to the others-the story of a ghost girl who could control the weather and thunder. She was the tale that mothers would tell to keep their children in line: If you don't behave, the Ghost Girl will come and take you away. No one knew if she was real. To the norms, she was merely a ghost story. But to Shield, she was a valuable piece in the Avengers operation. The two somehow managed to cross path. They formed the oddest yet the best team. They became each other's support but dark times were ahead. With the enemies lurking in the shadows, would Bucky be able to rid of his ghost? Could Charlotte save her friends, be them her own family or Avengers? The two who did not belong would find themselves battling in their final moments, fighting for their last breath, surviving for themselves and each other, for when there was nothing to lose, they still had each other.

You were his wife in the 40's through thick and thin, sickness and health, richer or poorer, and through all of the twists of life. Even 70 years later you continued to love him, and stay by his side.