Rebel Rogers is a distant relative of Steve Rogers. After working close with S.H.I.E.L.D and with Stark, she joined the Avengers. Her badass moves and incredible intelligence helps the team out. But Once Steve's childhood friend comes to stay, tension rises. Will Bucky and Rebel remain full on enemies, or will one incident change how everything is played?

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 | ❝It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full of bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misinterpreted.❞ ┌── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐ 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐜𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐇 © 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕 └── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

*Complete* A Marvel Cinematic Universe FanFiction Formerly Titled "Please Stay" When a nameless man showed up in Iris' doorway holding out the ad she'd placed looking for a new temporary tenant, he was nothing at all like anyone she'd ever encountered; he felt dangerous. But he also felt...lost. A part of her knew she should close the door in his face. But for some reason that didn't stop her from handing him the key. He was only looking for a place to lie low, a place to recover and start to regroup after what happened on the doomed Helicarrier. A temporary place where he could maybe begin to pull his shattered mind back together and begin to remember who he was...he'd been called Bucky? What he didn't anticipate was finding a haven in the skinny townhouse... ...and in her. *** Post-Captain America: Winter Soldier up to and Including Captain America: Civil War. Companion Story to "The Ghost" though it's not necessary to have read it to enjoy this one! *** First Place Winner in the Fallen Angel Awards for FanFiction First Place Winner in The Excelsior Awards in the Mixed Category July Winner in the Mystical Awards for FanFiction Third Place Winner in the Fireworks Awards for Fanfiction *** Votes and Comments/Feedback most enthusiastically welcome!

"you're a good man" | he knew better she once had said | he knew she was wrong for she loved the man | for the memories not for what he once was | of things he'd done but for what he had become today | haunted him every night