"I lived through hundreds of lifetimes, but every version of me still loved you." 💌 : Bucky Barnes 👤 : Caitlin Mooney, Bucky Barnes Before the war, it was just Caitlin, Bucky, and Steve. Three kids in Brooklyn dreaming bigger than their circumstances. But time changed them all, scattering them across continents, decades, and entire versions of themselves. Some loves disappear. Some survive anything. Some come back when the world least expects it. To Someone From a Warm Climate. Some of this novel is old and from Google Docs. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. I do not own Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, or any Marvel-related characters. All original characters belong to me. This story contains mature content, including: • violence, war themes • trauma, PTSD, and manipulation • references to abuse •references to pregnancy loss • sexual content (18+) * SOME OF THESE CHAPTERS CAN BE SKIPPED • death and resurrection • emotional distress Please read with care and take care of yourself.

risk "heard the risk is drowning, but i'm gonna take it." IN WHICH, peter parker's best friend, pieces together spider-man's true identity. or IN WHICH, cecilia roberts falls for the boy behind the spider-man mask.

"I saw something," Minnie whispered, "I think something bad's gonna happen, Steve. I don't know when, but I just know something bad is gonna happen." "Yeah, something bad might happen. But, we'll get through it." "I don't know," Minnie shrugged, "seems like something out of our control. Time always passes me by, and all I can do is watch, I never seem to be able to stop it." "Well," Steve paused, "maybe that's the point." "What does that mean?" "Time is about how we spend it, I guess," Steve offered, "who we choose to go through it with, how we use what little time we have here, you know?" Minnie hummed, mulling it over. "Yeah, I guess so." "But, if something bad does happen," Steve paused, "I'll be there." "Is that a promise, Steve Rogers?" "Yeah, that's a promise Minnie Reynolds." ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Shunned since she knew how to breathe, Minnie Reynolds always knew she was different. Born on Halloween in a religious southern town meant only one thing, she was cursed. The town and Minnie's family called her 'devil child', 'freak', and much more she didn't care to know. But, still, Minnie persevered with her faith and sheer determination to do good. The only issue? Minnie dreamed vividly in bright colours, of events which hadn't occurred yet. At first, she though it was a divine blessing from the Lord. But, her parents quickly beat that idea out of her. After listening to a vision and preventing a death, Minnie finds herself chucked in the looney bin, dignity stripped clean from her. Minnie promises herself to never listen to another vision, only she breaks that promise after getting out. Minnie finds herself in Brooklyn, in the company of a couple who had warmer hearts than the food they made. She quickly befriends two men named Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, who show her that life is about more than just survival. But Minnie's visions act up again, and she isn't sure what to believe. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ S

• James leaned in to her ear "you're trouble Celeste Song" he pulled back and looked at her dead in the eye. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the martini "Oh babe, you have no idea" • Let me introduce you to Celeste Song. A little redhead from the UK moved over to Brooklyn. She works and spends most of her time with her best friend, Steve. She meets Steve's best friend, you guessed it, James. ------------------------------------------------------ This story is 18+ so please respect the adult content and age restrictions. A little warning right here, this contains: Alcohol use Smut Rough sex Swearing Drug use Violence Kink's Marvel characters do not belong to me, Celeste and Jas do. Based loosely around a good friend of mine - wild and brash.

❝Zariah Petrova wasn't like the others.❞ ❝She was different.❞ Following the defection of Natasha Romanoff, the Red Room conspired a way to create a new top student. A perfect weapon in the form of a little red-headed girl. But Natasha had thought she'd wiped out the Red Room, erased it from existence when she'd converted to SHEILD. Yet now her replacement emerges and she's forced to confront a past she'd long since tried to bury. Zariah is a machine, a heartless killer without remorse. Natasha is simply trying to do better in this world, make up for all of the lives she's taken. How will the two hold up when their conflicting interests are forced to collide? Will they make it out to the light on the other end? Or both fall victim to the nightmares that plague their mind, of a place long hidden in the shadows? Welcome to the panic room.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐." ✫-✩-✫ "That's private." I snatched the red lip printed diary out of his hand as I turned around quickly to look down at the page he was reading, and once I locked my gaze onto that page I knew I was for sure fucked. "You weren't supposed to read that." This can't actually be fucking happening to me. "Never in a million years have I ever expected to be written about in a such...inappropriate act. " He said with widened eyes and raised brows as he looked directly at the back of my head. "Especially when it's about me and my best friend's daughter." 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒚: Wicked Mind-Bianca Mov

𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐱𝐢𝐚 - 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧; 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༄ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 had learned early how to disappear. Not just into shadows, but into herself- into silence, into stillness, into the spaces between who she was and who they made her become. She moved quietly through the world, never leaving more than a breath behind. Most people never noticed her. The ones who did never looked twice. At night, the dreams returned. Fragments, half-formed. A hallway bathed in red light. Snow falling without sound. And sometimes-briefly- a man with a metal arm who never said a word, but always seemed to be waiting. She didn't know his name. Didn't know why she remembered him, or if it was even a memory at all. But something lingered. A feeling she hadn't chosen. A pull she couldn't ignore. 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 was not chasing answers. She was following the quiet rhythm of something older, something buried, something that had always known its way back. ༄ marvel cinematic universe. oc x bucky barnes. slow burn. ON HOLD until ??? playlist on spotify @tesherplaylists

"So, uh, I'm sorry again. I would really like it if we could start over." Nayeli blinked a few times in silence, as if her mind was racing to catch up with his words. When she didn't respond, Steve tried to clarify for her apparent confusion. "Uh...friends?" Her mouth formed an o shape, seeming to understand. Nayeli was the most confusing person Steve had ever met, she was obviously smart with her high status in shield. But, she had no smarts when it came to social interaction. "Okay, sure" Nayeli eventually said, "I won't hold it against you, people tend to avoid the unknown and scary. You did it, the government does it, that guy on the fourth floor with the receding hairline does it. Just don't act too patriotic around me and we'll get along, 'kay?" And with that, Nayeli slammed her apartment door shut, leaving Steve staring at her star sticker. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* If you asked Steve what he was more scared of, teenagers or another alien invasion he would reply another alien invasion. Before Natasha would chime in that it was most definitely teenagers. So when eighteen year old Nayeli Dovebar joins SHIELD as a technical analyst, he goes to great lengths in avoiding the terrifying glitter obsessed fashionista. But, she catches on to his little predicament. So when fear turns into friendship, Steve Natasha and Nayeli are in for the ride of their lives. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* I do not own any of the marvel characters nor their plot I only own Nayeli and her plot <3 Pre-Winter Soldier ✓ Winter Soldier ✓ Pre-Age of Ultron ✓ Age of Ultron ✓ Pre-Civil War ✓ Civil War ✓ Pre-Infinity War ✓ Infinity War ✓ End Game ✓ Pietro Maximoff x f!oc