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Writers Block Pt. Two

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language, sexual situations, dry humping, lots of teasing, good sport about things Bucky

Word Count: 940

Synopsis: Visuals always help with writing and Bucky’s never been one to say no to helping out.

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It was afternoon when Bucky found you in the bedroom. Laptop beside you as you sat on the bed with your legs crossed and head tilted at an odd angle and a look of concentration on your face. At first, he thought you were stretching, but you were holding perfectly still. The floor under him squeaked, giving him away.

Your head lifted as you sat up straight, “Hey good timing, Buck.” The exclamation came as you scrambled off the bed grasping his metal hand and pulling him into the bedroom. “I need your help with something.”

“With what exactly,” he inquired, raising one brow. “The last time you needed my help with something you asked me to“With what exactly?”

“I’ve got to work out a scene,” you said matter of factly, taking him over towards the plush chair in the corner. “You’re going to help me real quick.”

“I don't know if this is a good idea, doll,” Bucky said, turning with your hands and plopping back into the plush corner chair. “Last time you needed to work out a scene I ended up giving Sam a black eye on accident.”

You scoffed at the unease in his voice, “Oh, don’t be like that Buck. I promise you’ll like it.” You gave him a bright hopeful smile. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he mumbled.

Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. Your hands took hold of his shoulders, pushing him back against the chair as you straddled his hips in the chair. He’d gone hard instantly something you seemed to relish in with the way you wiggled and smirked down at him. “Okay,” you said, rolling your hips back. “Now I’m riding you.”

“Yeah you are,” Bucky smirked up at you, his hands reaching up and holding onto your hips.

A breathy laugh left you, “Funny. Okay so I’m riding you, where do your hands go?”

His fingers dimpled into your thighs sliding around to your ass and gripping a little harder, “About like this.”

Blue eyes didn’t miss the way you swallowed hard as his hands slid higher on your waist to just under your breasts, thumb catching on the underwire of your bra. “Alright,” there was a slight tremor in your voice before you cleared it. “This is okay, right? It’s comfortable and practical.”

He had to agree, groaning a little as you rubbed against the bulge in his sweat pants, “Yeah, very comfortable.” Fuck this time was a thousand times better than when he’d wrestled on the floor with Sam for a fake knife.

“Now what if I switch positions?”

“What for,” Bucky husked, hands holding you tight as his hips rolled up against you on instinct.

A gasp broke past your lips and had you rising on your knees, a shiver of pleasure running through you before half-heartedly scolding, “Bucky this is serious!”

“You’re the one straddling me, doll. I know it’s serious.”

Pursing your lips you looked down at him, his eyes trailed up and down your body. Pink tongue wetting his mouth unconsciously before pearly white teeth caught his lower lip, swallowing hard before dark blue eyes flicked up to your own.

“Alright handsome,” you purred, leaning down against him. “Let’s say we’re lovers.”

“We are lovers.”

“Let's say we’re lovers and I haven’t seen you in five years,” your hands trailed up against his chest, blunt nails digging down his pecks and over a nipple that had him hissing slightly. Leaning down your breath ghosted over his face, lips inches from his own as your thumb brushed over his chin and lower lip. “I’m on top of you just like this, same set up for a room. Same tools at your disposal. What do you do Bucky? What’s your first instinct?”

“Are you asking me how I’d take you,” he rumbled from deep in his chest, the cool metal of his hand sliding up under your shirt.

“No, Bucky,” you admonished. “I’m asking how you’d fuck me.”

Leaning up Bucky captured your lips in a hungry kiss of teeth and tongue, you smiled into it briefly before his hands started rolling your hips against his own. Grinding your clit against the length of his cock before you took over out of instinct. Hips gyrating with little whimpers and mewls falling from your lips as Bucky’s fingers pushed your bra up, cups freeing your breasts before thumb and finger pinched the nipples.

Drawing a hissing breath you broke away, trying in vain to gather your wits as Bucky leaned forward chasing your mouth and pulling you back down. “Bucky I need to write this,” you sighed against his mouth.

“Nothing better than real-life inspiration,” he mumbled against your lips, grunting as your hips rolled against him particularly hard.

“Oh,” you gasped, mouth dropping open when his thumb began rubbing against your clit through the leggings you were wearing. All at once, you became a struggling and whining mess trying in vain to gather your thoughts into a coherent sentence, “But, wh-where…. Oh fuck right there Buck… where d-do we…. shit that feels so good…. go next after this?”

A loud crack sounded as Bucky’s flesh hand came down against the flesh of your ass and he growled, biting his lower lip. “You asking me, or do you want a demonstration, Bunny?”

Biting your lip at the bedroom nickname you couldn’t help the devious smile that pulled at your lips, “Surprise me.”

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ghost-of-winters-past · 3 years

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Writers Block Pt. One

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language, sexy situations, soft Bucky, supportive Bucky

Word Count: 724

Synopsis: Bucky does his best to unstuck you.

A/N: This is just an excuse to write soft boyfriend Bucky.

You were like a phantom. Lurking just outside of his peripheral vision as he laid on the bed reading. It was precious and Bucky almost cracked a smile as you shifted from one foot to the other. Nerves getting the better of you.

This was the third time you’d done this today, but before you’d always darted off back to your office before he could say anything. With a soft sigh he finished the paragraph he was reading, “What’s going on?”

“I’m stuck.”

His brow furrowed briefly as he sat up, “What do you mean you’re stuck?”

“I’m stuck!”

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ghost-of-winters-past · 3 years

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sorry

I’m supposed to be on summer break since this friday, but some professors seem to not care. I still have lots to do and it sucks because I still have that anonymous Loki and the Bucky requests sitting in my inbox and my fingers are itching to write them. I promise, I’m doing my best and I hope you’ll be patient a little longer. I wanna thank you for the amazing support I’ve gotten on here in the last months. Especially the love for don’t have a thing to prove

If you haven’t yet, check out my latest and my first Steve one shot nothing breaks like a heart and I promise, soon there will be something new! Thanks and sorry again!

#writing #avengers #avengers fandom #marvel fandom #marvel #mcu #one shot #mcu x reader

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Hey everyone! I finally uploaded a new one shot last night so please check it out if you have some time!

nothing breaks like a heart

summary: You had thought Steve was one of the good ones, but when it turns out he wasn’t, you had trouble moving on without him. Until he ended up on your doorstep, begging for a second chance.

characters: steve x reader, natasha

warnings/synopsis: AU, angst, cheating, swear words, crying. sorta happy end but maybe not what you are expecting right now. This is based on the anonymous request in my ask box. I didn’t know if you preferred the reader to be a specific gender, so I tried to make this as neutral as possible. If you want me to change anything regarding that feel free to message me and I happily will! Also, I made this an AU because I can’t imagine mcu Steve and Nat cheating on reader. Hope you like it, and sorry for taking so long! (3.4k words)

#writing #one shot #request #reader insert #steve rogers #avengers #avengers fandom #cheating #angst #natasha romanoff #steve rogers angst #steve x reader #marvel #marvel fandom #mcu #mcu x reader

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Steve Rogers One Shot Masterlist

welcome! most of my stories are 18+, please check the tags and warnings before reading! posts with (*) indicate that the one shot contains smut.

nothing breaks like a heart summary: You had thought Steve was one of the good ones, but when it turns out he wasn’t, you had trouble moving on without him. Until he ended up on your doorstep, begging for a second chance.

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hi, i saw that you’re taking requests

i was wondering if you could do an angsty fic with steve where reader catches him in bed cheating on him with natasha and he doesn’t have any remorse. it isn’t until weeks pass, that he realizes how much he fucked up but it’s too late

sorry if it’s too angsty

Hey! First of all, sorry for taking so incredibly long. Life has been a lot lately. Tbh, I struggled a little with this one, but I‘m actually super happy about how it turned out. I hope you like it and consider requesting again in the future. I promise, I usually don‘t take this long.

Thanks so much for requesting and I hope this is what you had in mind!

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nothing breaks like a heart

summary: You had thought Steve was one of the good ones, but when it turns out he wasn’t, you had trouble moving on without him. Until he ended up on your doorstep, begging for a second chance.

characters: steve x reader, natasha

Ever since college, Friday night was friends night. For the past couple of years, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, and you would hit up your old favourite sports bar as soon as the clocks struck 8pm. In fact, Steve and you had met during one of those nights when Bucky, who you met had met in class one day, introduced the two of you. You’ve been happily dating ever since. Today was one of those Friday nights. It had been a warm summer day, and after spending half the day in front of a computer screen, you were now happily nursing a bright pink Shirley temple, Steve’s hand resting on your thigh while he was engrossed in a football conversation with Sam you had lost interest in after just five minutes. The bar was packed today, but Wanda had managed to grab a table in the corner when she first arrived and waited for you.

“So,” Wanda said with a mischievous smile, leaning over to you and twirling the straw of her mojito. “When do you think he will pop the question?” You shook your head, chuckling as your best friend pursed her cherry lips in her signature way. After sending a quick glance into Steve’s direction when his hand left your thigh to lean in closer to Sam, you moved your chair closer to Wanda so you could hear each other better over the chatting crowd and the game displayed on the TV. “We have never talked about getting married. And honestly, I don’t even know if he wants to get married. Like ever,” you told her. Wanda tilted her head to the side, long copper hair cascading over her shoulders. “Do you?” You shrugged. “I have never thought about it. We love each other, and I don’t think a marriage certificate is the only way to prove that. I honestly don’t care.” “You’re right,” she agreed after a short thoughtful look. “The party would be bomb though.” Giggling, the two of you clinked your glasses together. When you looked over to your other side, you discovered that Steve had ventured off. Probably on the hunt for another beer. “Do you think Steve’s been drinking a lot today or is that just me being overly concerned?” You asked Wanda quietly with a worried frown. It seemed as if she just then realized he was even gone. “Oh, I think that’s just you,” she said absently while chasing the neon green straw through her almost empty glass. You just rolled your eyes with a small grin. Maybe Steve wasn’t the one you should be worried about. Wanda had obviously made it her goal to absolutely get hammered tonight. You couldn’t blame her though considering, that she worked for one of the biggest real estate companies in New York and was quickly climbing her way up to be one of the bests in her field. She probably had a wild and exhausting week behind her.

“I’m gonna get another one,” Wanda then announced after slurping the rest of her cocktail. You let your gaze follow her to the bar, just a safety precaution when you finally found out where Steve had wandered off to. He was standing at the far end of the bar, his arm propped up on the bar top, freshly opened beer in hand and in light conversation with a strange woman on the stool next to him. The redhead was smiling lightly, nursing a beer herself. You couldn’t see the team on her football shirt, but the colours were familiar, and you were pretty sure Steve had the same one hanging in his closet. He was gesturing at the TV as they were seemingly talking about the game, muscles flexing under his tight black shirt, and you couldn’t help but drool a little over your man. “Here.” You snapped out of your observations when Wanda put down a Martini next to your half-empty glass. “I didn’t-“ You started to protest with a confused look, but Wanda cut you off immediately. “You need to let loose. You haven’t been out the house all week,” she argued and plopped down next to you again, eyes set on the space at the bar where Steve was standing. You decided it was not worth arguing about it, and maybe she was right. You had worked hard all week and deserved to relax a little. “That girl over there is not giving up, huh?” You followed her gaze but already knew she was talking about the woman that was currently occupying Steve. “You know how he is. He can talk to anybody. He is too nice to just walk away.” “Aren’t you jealous?” she asked. You looked at the woman again. She was beautiful, but you and Steve had been together for about seven years. At this point, jealousy was unnecessary. “Just let him have his fun,” you waved the whole thing off and took a sip from your Martini. “Damn it, that’s strong,” you coughed a little. Next to you, Wanda was snorting into her own glass. Not everybody could be a trained alcoholic like her, you thought.

Steve came back about ten minutes later, a wide grin adorning his face. “What’s gotten you all excited?” you asked smiling, running your hand up and down his arm once he was sitting next to you again. “Just having fun, that‘s all,” he smiled and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “I’m glad.” Steve's hand found its rightful place back on your thigh, his long fingers drawing random shapes into the fabric of your jeans. When Bucky asked him a question, you took a quick look into the direction Steve was just talking with the beautiful stranger. But the stool where she had been sitting was now empty. You couldn’t explain the feeling in your stomach. Maybe you were just a little sad that you hadn’t seen him all day, and now he seems to rather talk to anybody else than you. But you quickly silenced those thoughts, knowing he was just enjoying spending time with his friends.

Almost a week had gone by before you were supposed to see Steve again. With you taking on a new project at work and him building his own business, the two of you were too busy to spend some relaxing hours together. Tonight, you wanted to surprise him. He had been out of town for a couple days to meet with possible investors, and after coming home just this morning, you wanted to give him a proper welcome back. You had taken possibly the longest shower of your life, and used some of the perfume he loved smelling on you so much. On the car ride to his apartment just a few blocks away, you were humming and buzzing with excitement, a bottle of his favourite wine strapped into the passenger seat. You let yourself into the building with the key Steve had given you a few years ago, and when walking through the lobby, saw that he hadn’t emptied his mailbox yet. So you grabbed the few magazines and letters sticking out before rushing up the stairs. The keys jingled as you awkwardly searched for the right one with only one free hand but eventually, you got the door open and stepped into the open living space of his fancy apartment. It was almost completely dark, only the lights from other surrounding buildings and the streets below were lightening up the place through the floor to ceiling windows. Confused, you walked through the apartment until you saw the light coming from under the bedroom door. A grin spread on your lips. Perfect, you thought. He was already where you wanted him. A giddy feeling spread in your lower stomach at the thought of what was to come once you'd cracked open the door as quietly as you could.

“Surprise!” you yelled playfully and with a wide grin on your lips, but that grin died as quickly as it had come to life when you saw the scene unravelling before you. The wine bottle you had raised into the air weakly slumped back to your side, fingers only barely holding on to its slim glass neck as Steve hurriedly pushed the strange woman off of him, eyes wide open in shock. A lump was forming in your throat, mouth hanging open. You could actually feel your heart breaking inside your chest. “Steve?” you asked, voice sounding strangled and weak. Bitter tears filled your eyes as you recognized the equally shocked woman next to him, who was clutching the sheets to her naked chest, embarrassed. Your grip on the bottle slipped, but you didn’t care when the glass shattered on the ground, dark blood red liquid splashing in every direction, staining the carpet just as Steve had stained your relationship. Your eyes met the woman’s ones, and you could see the realization taking over her features as she recognized you. It was the stunning redhead from the bar. “You bastard,” you said when your gaze wandered back over to him, voice surprisingly strong. He was awkwardly jumping on the spot, trying to put his boxer briefs back on. “I didn’t know-“ “That I was dumb enough to actually think you were a good guy?” you sarcastically asked, one eyebrow raised high. “Yeah, me neither!” “I-“ he tried to argue, but gave up when he saw the stone-cold look on your face. “This,” you motioned between the two of you, “is over.” Steve sighed, hanging his head low for a second. “If that’s what you want.” “Of course that’s what I want! You cheated on me, you asshole!” You yelled, your face feeling hot from all the anger. Never in all your years together you had thought, Steve was one of those guys. Oh, how wrong you had been.

“I think you should go,” he said then, after a hesitant glance into the redhead’s direction, who was looking more and more embarrassed. Her eyes stuck to white linen she clutched between her dainty hands and she was not daring to meet your eye. Good, or you would’ve slapped that bitch into next week. But she was not moving out of her spot on the bed. “Girl, can’t you take a fucking hint?” you snapped. “Get the hell out of here!” But when she was still not moving, you took a threatening step in her direction. “I didn’t mean Natasha!” Steve said loudly, and you stopped in your tracks. “Excuse me?” you asked with a shrill voice and looked back at him. “You need to go,” he said again, this time looking directly at you, confident even. You let out a dry laugh, but why were you hesitating? Huffing, you spared one last disgusted look into the redhead's, Natasha's, direction. “Go to hell!” you sneered at Steve, throwing the magazines you had been tightly grasping the whole time at his head. “And never come back!” you added as you stormed out of the room, not once looking back at the only man you had ever loved. Practically ripping the key from its ring, you threw it on the kitchen counter before storming out the door, the dark wood slamming shut after you with a deafening bang.

It was only once you were back in your car when the events of the night started to catch up to you. “Fuck,” you whispered into the dark, a lump forming in your throat. You thought Steve loved you. You couldn’t stop the salty tears from spilling over, running down your reddened cheeks. A choked sob wrecked you. Hiding your face in your palms, you let the tears fall, and your sobs shake your shoulders. A short moment you considered calling Wanda but to be honest, you didn’t want to see anyone right now. All you wanted was to go back home and hide. You tried to take a few deep breaths, but as your vision cleared, the anger re-surfaced. How could he? After all this time? And apparently, it had meant nothing to him. You didn’t even know anymore what life was like before him, and you thought you’d never have to find out. How would you move on without him now?

Weeks went by. The first days you had spent doing nothing but crying while curled up in bed, the curtains closed and the light off. It was only after a whole week had passed before you dragged your tired and sad body out of bed. The shadows under your eyes were deep and dark, hair an oily mess and your skin looked blotchy and dull. You were now avoiding mirrors. The first two weeks, Wanda kept showing up at your doorstep every day, but it was just in the second week after your traumatic breakup that you let her into the apartment. She then practically forced you to clean the apartment, take a shower and eat some of the pizza she had brought. With more weeks passing by, and you slowly getting back on your feet she limited her visits to twice a week, even skipping out on friends’ night at the bar and spending time on Fridays with you instead. You swore you would never set foot into that place again, and your best friend didn’t force you. She also didn’t want to go because she feared strangling Steve with her own two hands would she run into him. Given her temper and strength, you had no doubt she would easily over-power him.

Weeks turned into a month and just when things were starting to look up again, and the first thing you thought of in the morning and the last thing you thought of at night wasn’t Steve or his betrayal anymore, you opened the door expecting Wanda, but were met with the man who had broken your heart. Instinctively, you tried slamming the door into his face, but he stopped the wood-panelled door and whispered a broken “Please.” Hesitating, and with not much choice anyway, you let him open the door again, but refused to look into his cheating, lying face. “I thought I told you to go to hell,” you sneered, voice fuming with anger. Steve visibly winced. “I needed to see you.” “Well, now you have, goodbye.” You tried shutting the door, but again Steve caught it. Again. “Please, just- Just let me explain. Please,” he begged. You let out a dry laugh, still not believing he was actually here. Finally, you looked him in the eyes, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart between his hands. That was the face you had thought you would wake up to for the rest of your life. That was the man you had once fallen in love with. And now he was the single source of the worst emotional pain you had ever experienced. “I don’t want the details.” The hopeful look on his face started to crumble. You didn’t know if you were imagining it, but he looked like he had been crying. Usually, Steve crying always made you cry too, but now it gave you a strange feeling of satisfaction. It didn’t make you feel bad though, and the thought that maybe you had actually managed to start moving on crossed your mind.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice sincere, eyes suddenly looking teary, and again, you felt that twinge of satisfaction. “Well sorry doesn’t change anything!” “I know. I just- I need you. I want you back. I know I fucked up, but I needed to try, at least.” “Steve, nothing you could say right now would ever make me take you back. What you did was,” You stopped yourself. “You know what, I really don’t wanna talk about it. Just leave.” “Please. Just give me one more chance,” he begged. Now you were sure that tears were filling his eyes. Admittedly, it hurt you a lot to do this right now. You had always thought you would spend the rest of your life with him, and now you were on the brink of sending him away for good. “I can’t. I don’t trust you anymore,” you said. “But, I love you,” he tried one last time. “Yeah, and I loved you, but that didn’t stop you from cheating on me, did it?” you yelled and finally, you slammed the door into his face as hard as you could. The loud bang echoed through your apartment and was extremely satisfying.

It was the Friday night after Steve’s appearance on your doorstep when Wanda, after hearing he came back and tried to weasel his way back in, rushed into your favourite sports bar and told the others about what he had done. It was no question that Steve was no longer welcome in your small group. Even Bucky, his childhood best friend, swore to give him the beating of his life once he would see him again. Friends’ night was now on Saturday night and after hearing how all your friends stuck up to you, you finally decided to take the last step to moving on and joined Bucky, Sam and Wanda at your favourite table in the corner again. Slowly, you started to heal, and not without the help of your amazing friends. Steve’s name was never mentioned again.

One Saturday night, when the four of you celebrated Sam’s promotion, your gaze swiped across the room while taking a big sip of your drink and lastly stopped on a familiar-looking redhead, leaned onto the bar. The corners of your mouth dropped immediately. “What’s going on?” Wanda asked, confused, and followed your line of sight. “Is that-“ “Yep,” you cut her off, teeth grinding in deep thought. “I’m gonna be right back.” The chair scraped over the wooden floor, and you were gone before Wanda could stop you, drink tightly clutched in your hands. But the closer you got to the woman, the less convinced you were of what you were about to do. Her back was facing you, head hanging low, and she seemed to be deep in thought while she twirled the liquid in her glass with the red and white striped straw. It would have been so easy to just dump your cocktail on her head, but as you already raised your arm, something made you stop in your tracks. You sighed and swore at yourself under your breath before clearing your throat. Her head whipped around, eyes widening when she recognized you.

Hesitantly, you sat down next to her. “Listen-“ you started. “I’m so sorry-“ she said at the exact same time. You couldn’t help the upwards twitching of the corners of your mouth. The two of you were just staring at each other for a moment, and you could see the sadness adorning her features. “I didn’t know,” she broke the silence. You lifted an eyebrow, questioningly. “I saw him sitting with you before he came over that night,” she started to explain, and, weirdly enough, you decided to listen. “When he gave me his number, I asked if you were his girlfriend. He said you were just friends.” That made your jaw hit the floor. “I swear, he told me, he had no girlfriend. If I had known, I would have told you what he was trying to pull.” “You would have?” you questioned. Natasha eagerly nodded her head. Then she let out a quiet sigh, before resting her gaze back on her drink. “My boyfriend cheated on me just a few months ago.” Empathy for her pain took over you, and you were glad you stopped yourself from washing her hair with a bright pink cocktail. “I’m sorry,” you said, playing with the little umbrella in your glass. You could feel her looking at you. “No. I’m sorry. I know what you’ve been going through and please believe me that I absolutely hate myself for believing a random guy this quickly, just after being cheated on myself,” she insisted and something inside told you that she was being sincere. Maybe the only villain in this story was Steve. You were quiet for a minute but then let out an exhausted sigh. “You didn’t know.” “So, you believe me?” she hopefully asked, eyes sparkling a little when she saw the careful smile spreading on your lips. “I do. And I forgive you.” That night, the two of you finally got the closure you deserved, and both gained a new friend along the way.

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I‘m. In. Love.😍

The shot heard round the tower

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon level violence, some angst

a/n: I’m so excited to start writing again!! WOOO

Being a secretary was never your first choice. You went to college, bounced around a few majors, tried to “find yourself”, but nothing ever really stuck. So yeah, being a secretary was never your first choice, but nothing else really was either. It’s not like it really mattered, you were good at your job. In fact, after just a few short months your meger front desk position at the Avengers tower was promoted. Numerous late nights picking up the slack for your coworkers, avoiding the empty apartment waiting for you a few blocks away, had piqued the interest of none other than Tony Stark.

It started off with small things. Grabbing him a late night coffee from that 24 joint two streets over. Cutting out those paper valentines shaped like Captain America’s shield for the children’s hospital the team was planning to visit. Going down to Tony’s lab at 10pm to hold a wrench for him because, “You’re the only one here, kid.”

It wasn’t until you suddenly found yourself walking home, clutching a binder to your chest filled with Tony’s engagements for the week, that you finally agreed to manage the team. Tony had asked you five times prior to your realization.

It was daunting to meet the team. Most of them received you well, but it took others a little longer to fully trust you. This is to be expected, you reminded yourself after the second month of enduring Natasha’s careful glances, they are trained for this after all. It took about six months before you finally felt like walking into work was more like walking into a room of your friends. Everyone began treating you as their own. Sam would tease you when you would complain to the team that they still hadn’t completed the forms you needed last week. Steve was constantly looking to you to explain apps on his “oh so complicated” iphone. Wanda took you to lunch your first week in the upper levels of the tower, bonding with you over many late night movies. Nat found herself seeing you as a friend she could trust. Tony was, well Tony, and Bruce and Clint were always kind to you.

But Bucky. You could never figure him out, even after a full year of planning his calendar and doing copious amounts of his paperwork. You obviously had a fat crush on him. The first few months working for the Avengers you could hardly even hold a conversation with him, stuttering and feeling your face warm an embarrassing amount. He was always kind to you, but there was a reservation there you couldn’t place. He would brush his hand against your arm in the kitchen when you would bring in whatever baked good concoction you whipped up, but then he wouldn’t make eye contact when you asked him for his birth certificate to renew his passport. Bucky was an enigma, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t seem to care that you had no idea if he was interested in you or not.

You’re kinda late. In your defence, Tony asked you to pick up some paperwork from an art dealer clear across the city before coming in, but you were still late. You burst through the doors of the tower, scan your clearance badge at the elevator kiosk, and quickly jab the button for the top floor. The papers in your hands were practically overflowing and you found yourself cursing Tony for whatever piece of art required 90 pages of documentation. Not to mention the bag digging into your shoulder, filled to the brim with some redesign work Sam was doing on Redwing. You did not get paid enough for this. Except, yeah you did. You were just a mess today.

The doors slid open to the luxurious floor you work on and you huff your way in without a second thought. Straight into Bucky Barnes. Papers went flying to the floor, along with your pride and probably about 10 pens that found their way out of your bag.

“Whoa! Where’s the fire?” he exclaims, his arms reaching out to steady you as you nearly topple over the mess you made. There’s that touching again. Your ears burn as you take in the scene.

“No fire. Just my day crashing and burning around me and it’s not even 9 o’clock.” You sigh, bending over to collect your belongings as he follows suit.

“Come on sweetheart, it can’t be all that bad. We got those people coming, remember? You’ve been talkin’ about them for weeks now. Don’t let…” he grabs a paper from the ground and furrows his brows, “Todd Windenhiemer’s painting of some cat sitting on a stool get you down.” His confusion brought a laugh to your lips, your mood instantly brightening.

You knew who he was talking about, and you were actually looking forward to it. A group from the Smithsonian was coming to get some videos of the team for their new Avengers exhibit. It was going to be an offshoot of the Captain America one, and much smaller, but you had a strange love for museums and had visited Steve and Bucky’s display more than once. You’re a little surprised Bucky remembers you’re excited for them to come. It’s not that he doesn’t listen to you, but you just didn’t think that was on his list of things to keep in the back of his mind.

“What, you don’t think you would want to hang this up in your room?” you quip back at him, pointing at the smaller image of the much larger painting currently in the mail. “I think it’s rather tasteful.” He glances at you through his lashes, a small smile on his face.

“Sorry y/n, I think I’m gonna have to pass on that one. Here let’s get this cleaned up before Sam comes runnin’ through here and dirties up all your papers.” He quickly gathers the rest of your belongings and hands them off to you as you stand, hands brushing yours. “Well let me know when to come by for the uh, videos and what not. I’m gonna be down at the gym for most of the day.” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding yours with his lip pulled between his teeth.

“Sure thing, Buck! Probably around three, but I can send out a reminder.” You go to place your hand on his arm to thank him for helping you, when Sam does indeed come running through the hallway. He spots the two of you in front of the elevator and gives you a dazzling smile.

“Hey y/n, just the lady I was looking for! You got my blueprints in that magic bag of yours?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Bucky was just helping me because they went flying everywhere but I think -” Your words are cut off by the ding of the elevator, signalling that Bucky was now making his way down to the gym without so much as a goodbye. Such an enigma. You blink and turn back to Sam. “Um, yes I do have the plans. They kinda flew everywhere so they might not be in order, but they should definitely all be there.” Sam looks at you with a knowing smirk.

“Barnes just ditch ya?”

“I mean I guess so. The conversation was technically over, but… well I don’t know, I thought we were having a moment or something. You keep telling me he likes me but then he runs away like that. I think I gotta give up, Sam. I’m feeling a bit pathetic at this point.”

“No y/n, listen to me. Barnes never shuts up about you. It gets a little annoying to be honest. I already gotta see your face all day and then you leave and I’m still hearing about it!” You look down at your shoes. “There is no way that man doesn’t like you. He’s just being an idiot about it. Give him a little more time. The guy hasn’t had to woo a lady since the 40’s.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Take your blueprints and get outta here. I wouldn’t want to offend you by showing my face for too long.” He laughs, whisking them out of your hands and making his way to the elevator that has offended you far too much this morning.

You make your way through the tower to Tony’s office, dropping off his strange artwork documents and leaving him a note to be back in the common area by three for the Smithsonian people. Your office is just one door down, and you quickly find a home inside and begin your work for the day. There’s a dictionary sized stack of papers from Steve that apparently needs to be filed under their damage reports from the last mission. The smiley face he adds to the bottom for you only lessens the blow a little bit. Peter, your newly appointed client, has to get a minor’s work permit to be an “intern” at Stark Industries. Natasha has about 50 emails from different important people, asking her to come to benefits and charity events you know she will decline. You hope you can get her to go to a couple, knowing that offering to join her will make her much more likely to agree.

It’s about 2:30 when you get a message from the front desk that the museum interviewers are here. You send out an announcement through Friday to have everyone come to the main floor in about 15 minutes once you’ve had the chance to set up their crew and double check that they brought appropriate questions. You smooth down your outfit and put on your best smile as you make your way to the room they’ve arrived in.

The pain doesn’t register until you’re already against the wall. Something slamming against your head puts you in a daze as your nose is brutally smashed against the glass wall of the kitchen. Nothing is making sense and the buzzing in your ears makes it too loud to even think.

“They really just let anyone in here, don’t they.” A mouth is pressed against your ear, the words pouring in against your will. You can feel the blood from your nose running down to your lips. “Earth’s mightiest heroes really need a better security protocol.” He sounds deranged, whoever this man is. His hands are calloused and rough against your wrists as he pushes you harder and harder against the glass panes.

You try to remember what Steve taught you from the times Bucky had convinced you to come down to the gym and learn some self-defense. Bucky wouldn’t do it himself, insisting that he would hurt you and that all he wanted to do was “make sure you know a little somethin’ to keep you safe, doll.” He stood outside of the ring and watched as Steve walked you through about a dozen meanuvers. How can you not remember any of them? It’s as if panic has swept in and frozen your entire body, making you unable to think, unable to even breathe.

Something cold presses against your neck as he shifts both of your wrists into one of his much larger hands. The panic you felt before is nothing compared to the dread that consumes you when you realize it’s a gun. You are going to die in the Avenger’s kitchen because you can’t remember anything Steve taught you, anything Bucky insisted you had drilled into your memory.

“I was an Avenger once you know. So strong and powerful. Like Captain America and all of his Howling Commandos in the museum. They always tell me that you know. That I deserved to be one of them. The one with the blue jacket, his name is James, he looks at me from that picture and tells me to come here. To come and be a part of the team.

“But those stupid bitches that sit at the front never believe me. They tell me they ‘sent a message to James and he says he doesn’t know you’. They lie!” He screams with seething malice and slams you against the wall with such force that the blood from your nose drips to the floor. You let out a harrowing sob. Where is everyone? Where is Bucky?

“So I waited for an opening. Waited for a time to come and take my rightful place on this team. I’ve waited years! So many long, long years. Until I overheard a little conversation you were having at the museum. I’m there all the time you see, Steve and James like when I visit them. You set up a little meeting here at the tower. You were wearing that little yellow dress. You had that tag around your neck that had the towers symbol on it. I knew you were my in. My way to join my family.

“But it’s just been so long. And I’m so angry. I’m not strong like how I used to be. Lost my powers after they took me to that hospital with all the fuzzy voices. I want to hurt everyone that has wronged me. Starting with my team.”

Throughout his speech, you began to lose hope. You don’t think you’ll be able to get through to him. He believes he’s enhanced. Believes Bucky and Steve call out for him at the Smithsonian. A strangled gasp falls from your mouth. You can’t fight your way out of this, but maybe you could talk?

“I know James.” You begin, tasting the blood on your lips, “He-he tells me about you. He says he waits for you to come almost everyday. Knows how strong you are. He wouldn’t want you to hurt me. Wouldn’t want you to hurt anybody. You’re a hero and heros, they save people.” This seems to enrage him further.

“You think I’m still the man that could fight crime alongside the Commandos? They took everything from me at that hospital! Found a way to drain it out. I’m going to drain you out too.” The barrel of the gun presses harder to your head. Breath escapes you. Everything escapes you. The elevator dings as the doors open.

Frightened, the man pushes his arm away with a startled noise and a deafening bang is followed by shattering glass. He shot out the wall from in front of you. You scream as the realization of near death enters your mind, but it is soon quelled as you are whipped around in his arms to face the new arrivals.

The look of devastation is clear on Bucky’s face as he takes in the scene, Natasha directly behind him. You look absolutely ruined with blood running down your face, your hair in disarray, and clear bruises forming along your cheekbones. Your lips form his name and that devastation turns to fear and anger. Natasha pulls out a gun from her waistband, but you are harshly shoved in front of your assailant and block any shot she could have made.

“Who are you?” Nat commands, her voice steady.

“He knows who I am. Don’t you James? Tell her who I am.” You wish he would have said anything else. Bucky’s past is still so confusing to him. This man could have been lost inside of his head, a Hydra agent just trying to swim to the surface. You look into Bucky’s eyes and give the smallest shake of your head.

“Come on Buck, you know him. You talk to him just about every day at the Smithsonian. He’s so strong re-remember?” Your voice shakes, your entire body shakes. Natasha looks to you in utter confusion and you’ve never tried so hard to convey something with your eyes.

“Right,” Bucky states, never taking his eyes off you. “Of course I know you. I’m glad you came. How about you let my girl go and we can talk about this yeah? She doesn’t need to be part of it.” His declaration would have set you aflame in any other situation, but here it brings you agony. Bucky’s hand shakes as he reaches out for you. His eyes plead. “Give her to me, pal. It’ll be just us talkin’.”

“It’s too late for that!” He screams in a fit of rage. Another sob rips through your body. “I lost it! I have nothing anymore. I know what happens to people who break into this place. Prison. All I have left is hurting the people that have hurt me. She’s part of you. She goes down too.” Bucky can’t let that happen. Not to you. Not to the one that gives him your favorite tea bags when you leave every weekend, just because he said it helped him sleep once. The one who looked up recipes from that 40s cookbook for him and Steve to try. The one who lets him do his paper work in that stupid fountain pen that bleeds through too much because that’s what he’s used to. You’re so sweet and thoughtful and kind, and he was so close to telling you that. So close to making you his.

Bucky takes one more step forward.

“Move and she dies.” The gun is somehow colder against your face. You look at Bucky and there is absolutely nothing any of you can do. Unshed tears hold firm in his waterline as he opens and closes his mouth, trying to formulate some attempt at saving your life. You want to tell him it’s okay. That it’ll be okay, even if you end up not. Neither of you get a chance to do anything as the back window overlooking the skyline bursts into pieces and a shield comes hurtling into the back of the man’s head.

You get dropped to the floor, your hands and knees now covered in glass as more blood flows freely from your body. Bucky runs to you, scooping you into his arms and whispering into your ear that you’re okay, you’re going to be fine. You stare down at your bloody hands in a daze. Completely unaware of the fight and arrest taking place just paces away from you. Bucky drops his hands to your face and pulls your eyes up to his.

“Sweetheart, look at me. You’re okay, right? Where does it hurt? Come on, off your knees.” You are pulled into his lap and his metal hand begins meticulously pulling shards out of your knees. “Say something for me, Doll. I know that was a lot, but you gotta let me know you’re okay. I can’t make it better til you tell me.”

“I’m okay, Bucky.” You don’t sound okay, but he’ll take it. He presses his lips to your hairline and pulls you into his arms as he stands. He glances back at Steve who gives him a firm nod, and you are pulled into the elevator and brought to medical. He makes a quick exit and glares when Tony knocks on the glass, startling you.

Multiple people surround you. Checking for a concussion, pulling the glass out of your skin, stitching up deeper cuts. When Bucky returns, he stands in the corner and makes comments when he feels they are being too rough, not thorough enough. You are finally left alone after about 2 hours of being poked and prodded, saying nothing during the process. Bucky comes over and kneels between your legs hanging over the bed, grabbing your hands gently.

“Tony said they heard the gunshot from the elevator. He had it directed to the floor below and looked at the cameras. He flew Stevie up to the window and that’s how we got ya out.” His voice is so soft that if you think hard enough, you think you might miss it. “You were so brave, doll. I can’t tell you how brave you were. Gettin’ me to understand what was goin’ on so quickly.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” Is all you can get out. You feel tears of shame start to build up behind your eyes. This is the first thing you’ve said in two hours and it leaves Bucky beyond confused.

“What do you have to be sorry for, sweetheart? You did everything right. I should be sorry. If I had come sooner when you called then maybe I coulda done more.”

“I couldn’t remember anything Steve taught me. I couldn’t defend myself at all. I’m sorry I wasted all your time. I just-” You can’t choke out the rest. Bucky shushes softly and wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your head.

“No, y/n you did so well. It’s hard when it’s real like that. If I was caught off guard like you were, I wouldn’t have been able to react. Helping you train was not a waste of my time. You are never a waste of time. Doll I-I really care about you. I would do just about anything for ya. Seeing you like that today, hearing you scream. It felt like I was dying.” You look up at him with wide eyes. He cups your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say that. Sorry I had to say it when all this is goin’ on. I just can’t let the opportunity slip away again. I can’t have you not knowing how I feel. Knowing how amazing you are.” You cut him off with your lips. The kiss is warm and sweet and Bucky takes a deep, surprised breath before deepening it. All of the pent up pinning from the past year goes into the way your lips mold together and the way his fingers gently caress your checks. He pulls apart with a breathy laugh and learns his forehead on yours.

“I take it that means you feel the same way.”

“Without a doubt, Bucky. Been waiting for you to do that forever.” You reply.

“Sorry for making you wait, Doll. Will never happen again. I swear it.” He presses another kiss to your cheek.

“Does this mean you’ll be the one training me from now on? I think Steve went a little too easy on me.”

“Doll, I wanna do everything with you. All the time.”

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