LELILOKISGIRL

“Seven Minutes in Heaven ~ Bucky” – Avengers (and Loki) x Reader   Just as your hand passed through the threshold of the bag a loud knock echoed through the lounge room, making you flinch and pull your hand back. “Are you expecting someone?” Nat asked Tony. He shrugged, “I am!” Steve shot up and headed towards the door.  Everyone looked questionably at the blonde man. “You are?” Tony said, crossing his arms smiling, obviously bemused by the situation.  Steve knew very few people outside of the group, he had spoken of a few others he had either met or reconnected with recently, but yo

     "What a shame," you snickered, tousling Bucky's brunette and wavy locks, "this is all going to be gone by this time tomorrow!" You cackled, earning an annoyed, but playful look from him.     Steve looked up at you from his newspaper, warmly smiling. He was in a comfortable position, laid back and deeply buried in the cotton couch in front of you, his right ankle resting on his left knee, and a coffee milk with a dollop of whipped cream swirling on the surface producing steam by his side.     "You'll be good ol' Bucky Barnes with the short hair again!" he laughed, earning the same look from Bucky.  

Bucky bit his bottom lip as he walked into an old diner. It’d been around for a long time when he was in the forties, and how it was still standing in 2014 made him happy, yet question the ways of the world. He sighed as he sat in the old familiar booth, though it’d been redone and redone over the years, just as it had when he originally sat there in his youth. He licked his lips and pulled out a picture and set it across from him, studying it even though he knew every inch of it by heart. She was beautiful. She was sitting on the counter of the bar of this very diner, smiling at the camera, a flirty glint in her aura. Her legs

 Rise of the Fallen - part 11 The moment Bucky had said those words, all the lights in the room fell out. Bucky could hear footsteps behind him, but he didn’t know whether those belonged to the people already in the room, or to you. ‘Don’t worry,’ Tony cried out. ‘The back-up generator should kick in… right… now…’ The lights blinked on again, revealing a black shadow running through the room. You took out Fury and Tony first, throwing them into the wall. They fell to the floor and tried moving again, but didn’t have the strength anymore. ‘Bucky!’ Steve yelled. ‘

A company, we're always on the run, A destiny, towards the rising sun... It was five in the morning at the Playground. The halls were empty, the showers were vacant, and most of the residents were still curled up in their beds. Only three personnel quarters were empty, and the only sounds that could be heard were coming from the training room. "You're very disciplined," Melinda May remarked as you parried away one of her punches. Skye watched in awe from the side. "If you weren't disciplined at HYDRA, you didn't get to live," you replied as May blocked your roundhouse kick. The two of you continued to spar for the next hour, neither able

You laid on the floor of your flat rolled up like a burrito in the comforter from your bed, hugging your favorite roll pillow to your chest as you wallowed. You could not be falling for John’s flatmate. That was unacceptable. You were supposed to be taking a break from men, the last thing you needed was some awkward relationship with the high functioning sociopath upstairs. You rolled so you were on your stomach pushing the pillow under your chin as you carefully considered your options. He seemed nice enough, certainly interesting, but so had your bastard ex-boyfriend when you first met him. You shivered slightly at the thought. Your

John Watson’s POV                John fiddles with his watch as he stands at the Heathrow Airport terminal waiting on you. It was still ten minutes until your plane landed and he was starting to feel really impatient. He pulls out a picture of himself and an American man in Afghanistan, a smile crossing his face as he remembers the old days.                ~~~Flashback~~~ The night was quiet minus the usual sound of bombs and gunfire caused by the nightly raids by the enemy. John looked over at his new American friend and sighed, “You think we might get a break tonight?” Michael smiled as his eyes peered up from the boo

   "So..." you prompted as you poured the boiling water into two mugs. Sherlock just stared at you quizzically, still not sure about another person hanging around all the time.    "You live downstairs now?" You laughed as you brought the mugs to the couches next to the fireplace, and spread them out on the table. You plopped down in John's chair and sat criss-cross-applesauce, gesturing to the couch across from you.      "Yes. Now sit here, and we'll talk like normal people." He quickly told you that he's not normal, and that he's a 'high-functioning sociopath', but he still got up. Sherlock made himself comfortable and picked up his tea