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parkers-gal · 21 days

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Heyyy!!

I read your “Help” post - (loved the title btw! lol) - and was wondering if you were still looking for prompts to get your feet under you with writing?

If not, no pressure! But if you are looking for something to write, I think having Bucky Barnes being protective over the reader when a creepy guy’s bothering them in the park would be EPIC!!

(Bonus points if they don’t know each other and he’s just pulling a “good samaritan”).

Again, only if you want to! I know getting a flood of writing prompts can be overwhelming, so only do what you want to do.

I look forward to reading more from you! Whether it’s this prompt or not. 💖

A/N:: I got a little carried away with this! I just could not stop writing! I hope this is what you had in mind!

My Hero

Summary: Bucky comes to your aid at Central Park.

Featuring: Sam Wilson

Warnings: cursing, stalking, violent behavior.

Word count: 2821

Walking through Central Park you breathed in the smell of the flowers alongside the walkways. The late summer breeze cools your heated skin making you sigh in relief, you’re glad that you opted for your sunflower patterned sundress. You had always made an effort to walk the park at least three times a week if not more when your schedule allowed, being your own boss made it possible the majority of the time. But being a family photographer you often have to work around other peoples schedules.

The early evening was your favorite time to walk around the park. The golden hue the sun casted painted a beautiful picture before you. The park has always been your go to location for your business, the scenery always the perfect backdrop for your clients.

You passed couples on a romantic walk, families taking a stroll for some fresh air, tourists taking in all the different statues in the park, and people like you who were taking in the splendor of Central Park. Walking down the path, you passed a man who had happened to catch your eye and smiled politely at him. The man smiled back and gave you a small nod and you continued on with your routine.

You continued along the walking path, checking out different areas of the park that seemed to have the potential to be new scenery for family photos. Checking out every possible angle, before scrunching your nose and moving on to the next area. You stopped at a bench surrounded by Black-eyes Susan’s, tilting your head side to side as you examined its potential. A prickling sensation creeped up the back of your neck, the feeling of being watched interrupted your scrutiny of the bench. Looking around your surroundings, you took in the other families and tourists minding their own business. Your eyes landed on the man you had smiled at earlier. You didn’t pay him no mind, crossing off your weird feeling as just unnecessary paranoia. It wasn’t uncommon for people to coincidentally take the same path as you.

Marking that bench on your list of possible spots for your clients, you continued on your path. You stopped in front of another area admiring the rose bushes in front of you. You pushed away the feeling of foreboding to the back of your mind as it prickled up the back of your neck once again.

As you continued on with your silent judgment, you failed to hear the steps coming closer and closer to you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed as you felt a large hand tap on your shoulder, pulling you swiftly out of your thoughts.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” Turning yourself around you came face to face with the man that has been walking the same path as you for the past half hour. His hands held up in front of him in an apologetic, placating manner.

“Uhm..it’s alright, I guess I was just too deep in thought for a minute there.” You shrugged. “Was there something you needed?”

“Yeah! Uh,” he started rubbing the back of his neck, to the movement of his other hand clenching and unclenching had caught your eye.

“I-I just felt like I should get to know you, when you smiled at me back at the entrance. I felt a pull towards you.” He said giving you a sheepish smile.

“A pull…?” You quirked a brow at him.

“Yeah, your smile it invited me to come talk to you,” he said as he gave you a half smile.

An uneasy feeling crept into your mind as you looked at him, his body language seemed relaxed and carefree but his eyes held something different. To an untrained eye, the man seemed to come of as a genuinely kind person. But to you, a photographer, you had an eye for detail and reading people’s body language. This ability helped you in your business capturing and expressing feelings through your art.

To you his eyes held darkness. His eyes held danger.

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Sam decided that Bucky needed a change in surroundings, getting tired of seeing Bucky doing the same routine over and over, day in and day out. Never straying from his comfort zone, it was always gym, Yori’s, or missions. His cyborg best friend never seemed to take a break.

It took some constant nagging, but Sam managed to convince the Tin-man to take a trip to Central Park.

“Stop acting your age, man. Enjoy the scenery,” Sam stopped next to some potted flowers. “And smell the roses.” He smirked.

“Haha, funny.” Bucky deadpanned. “Those aren’t even roses.”

“Man, you need a break. You’ve been running yourself ragged lately.” Sam gave Bucky a serious look. “I know you’re a super soldier but, even super soldiers need a break.”

“I’m fine, Sam.” Bucky shrugged off Sam’s concern, choosing to walk down a path with two families, one guy, and a woman wearing a sunflower sundress.

“Whatever, I know you’re not fine but, I’m not going to push you. Just enjoy the less claustrophobic part of the city.” Sam followed beside him, nudging Bucky’s side. “And relax!”

Bucky rolled his eyes as they strolled along, he won’t admit to Sam that he was right. He needed to relax and start taking a break every so often but, telling Sam that he was right was akin to sinning to him.

The two walked along the path admiring the scenery and breathing in the fresher less polluted air. Sam asked Bucky questions about Central Park in the forties and Bucky told Sam a story of how he tried to teach Steve how to ice skate one winter in the thirties.

The whole time Bucky didn’t take Sam’s advice and relax, his years in the Army and being a brainwashed assassin for Hydra has trained him to always be on his guard and aware of his surroundings. So when he noticed a man, following and staring at the woman in the sunflower sundress he steered their “relaxing” stroll through the park behind the suspicious man.

Sam was completely oblivious to what Bucky was doing. Whenever the woman stopped to look at flowers, or a statue Bucky stopped, pretending to admire and take in his surroundings, listening to Sam ramble on, all the while keeping an eye on the man who never took his eyes off the woman in the sunflower dress. Minutes went by as he managed to continue his secret surveillance.

“She’s cute.” Sam’s statement caught him off guard, causing him to turn his full attention to his friend.

“What?”

“I said, she’s cute. You’ve been checking her out the majority of the time we’ve been here. I’m not oblivious.”

I’m not so sure about that, bud. Bucky thought.

“I’m not checking her out,” Bucky another glance at you, he won’t admit to Sam that he did think you were pretty cute with your (y/e/c) eyes and your (y/h/c) hair glowing in the evening sun, and how your sundress seemed fit your body beautifully.

“You’re literally checking her out right now, man.” Sam grinned. Bucky looked back at Sam to glare at him, he opened his mouth to say something smart until a yell caught his attention.

“Shit!”

Bucky looked on, as your hand flung to your chest, he could hear your heart beating faster from being startled by the man that has been following you. Bucky glared at the man who was so close to you now, watching as you interacted with him, watching as he noticed you become more and more uncomfortable with that man’s presence. Bucky’s eyes focused on the man clenching his fist, and how his eyes turned darker by the minute. Bucky positioned himself at the ready, waiting for the moment he needed to intervene.

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“Uh, well,” you cleared your throat out of nervousness, the man’s words sent warning signals straight to your brain. “ I’m sorry, but I wasn’t really inviting you to anything. I was just being polite.”

“Oh..,” the man replied. His head tilting to the side, you felt like the man’s eyes were trying to stare directly into your soul, willing you to stay and talk with him longer.

“I should get going, I’m supposed to go meet some friends soon.” You lied, taking a step back letting the man know that the awkward interaction had ended. The man took another step forward, reaching towards you and you glared.

“Sir, I’m done talking with you, I need to go.” Quickly you turned around heading for the path that will take you to the closest exit. But once you turned around you felt your shoulder being tugged back towards the now violent man.

“Now, listen here you little bitc-“ you stumbled back as the hand that grabbed you was suddenly ripped away from your body. You felt your body being steadied by someone and looked to your side and your eyes widened.

Sam Wilson? Captain America?

Yelling interrupted your shocked thoughts and looked towards where the man who was harassing you was, to see him being held up by his shirt by a very muscular man, with a very recognizable arm holding him against a tree.

Bucky Barnes? Am I imagining being rescued by superheroes right now?

“I think it’s because I’m old fashioned, but I don’t think that’s how you flirt with women.” Bucky growled in the man’s face. You watched as realization dawned on the man’s face as his flesh went from a healthy pink tone to completely white.

“The Winter Soldi-“ Bucky cut the man off by throwing him against the tree again. A wheezing cough escaping the creeps mouth.

“I should drag you to the nearest precinct and have you explain how you harassed and attacked this nice lady over here in the middle of the park, but I’m not gonna do that.” He said darkly as he got closer to the man’s face. Bucky’s face was nothing but pure rage, the moment he saw the man reach for your shoulder, he saw red. It was as if the Winter Soldier had once again taken over his mind and he just acted on instinct, the creep had become his mission.

“Bucky,” Sam warned.

“No, I’m not gonna do that.” His voice turned dark and dangerous. “I’m gonna give you a warning,”

You watched in awe, as you watched the man have the fear of God placed in this man’s mind by a super soldier. Bucky Barnes was absolutely terrifying when pushed off.

“If I hear about, or see you harassing another innocent woman in this park,” Bucky dug through the man’s pockets and found his wallet and pulled out his I.D. with one hand and smirked.

“Mark. Then I will personally make sure that not even a prison cell will keep you safe. I will come for you, I promise. ” Bucky pushed against the man, backing away watching as the man slumped to the ground. Bucky gave one more look to the man’s I.D. and committed all the information to memory before placing it back into the wallet and throwing it back at Mark.

The three of you watched as Mark pulled himself up from the ground. Fear exuded from every pore on his body before turning around and running for the exit.

You were still wide-eyed with shock, gripping tightly onto Sam’s bicep when you felt Bucky’s flesh hand gently touch your shoulder. Snapping out of it you looked into his cerulean eyes that were once filled with rage, now looking at you in concern.

“You alright, Doll?” He softly asked. You nodded still dumbfounded with the fact that two heroes just came to your aid, gathering your wits once again you verbally responded to his question.

“Yeah, yes, yes I am. Thank you!” You let out a big breath, releasing all the tension and stress that Mark the Creep placed there.

“Seeing as you are okay now, miss…?” Sam said fishing for your name.

“(Y/N)” you answered.

“(Y/N), I’m going to head out, Buck, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sam turned his attention to you. “Stay safe, Should let Mr. Hero here walk you home.” Sam winked at Bucky without you noticing, while Bucky glared back at him.

“Uh, if that’s not a problem, I mean. If you don’t have anywhere to be and it’s not out of your way, I can walk myself home.” You stammered, feeling a flush start at the tips of your ears.

“Oh, he’s got nowhere to be, right buddy?” Sam had a shit eating grin on his face at this point much to Bucky’s chagrin.

“Right,” Bucky sighed. “I’ll walk you home, Miss. (Y/n).”

Sam walked away down another path in the park heading back to his apartment, chuckling to himself. Hoping that ditching his best friend managed to get a new friend, or even as more in (Y/N).

Hell, I just hope Buck just gets her number.

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You and Bucky walked side by side through the rest of the park heading towards the subway on your journey back to your apartment in awkward silence. Several times you had opened your mouth to engage him in conversation, or even just to say thank you once again for coming to your rescue, but no noise came out of your mouth.

Bucky had noticed your attempts to talk to him during your walk, chalking it up to nerves. He knows you know who he was and what he has done in the past, everyone knew. But what he didn’t know was if you were part of the majority that was afraid of him. So Bucky stayed silent, not wanting to scare you off, he was still a little on edge from scaring off your attacker and didn’t want to scare you off as well if he happened to answer something you asked too harshly.

The longer you walked with Bucky the more relaxed you became, eventually standing up straighter with your eyes ahead and your natural smile back on your face. In return your walking partner also began to relax, your soft presence easing his anxiety and edginess.

“So, where’s your apartment?” His deep voice gains your attention.

“In Brooklyn.” You replied making a mental note that you liked the sound of his voice.

“Well, I guess you’re not out of my way then.” He smiled.

The two of you took the subway back to your apartment building in Brooklyn talking the whole time, Bucky found that he quite liked being in your company. Your sweet nature and easy going personality felt like a balm to his wounded mind. Time seemed to speed up during the journey back to your apartment and Bucky frowned when he realized that the two of you made it back to your apartment. Bucky was so wrapped up in his conversation to you that he didn’t even remember making it to Brooklyn.

“I happen to love the name James!” Bucky stared at you, liking the way that his first name sounded coming out of your mouth.

“Well, with the way it sounds coming out of your mouth, you can call me James any time you want, doll.” Bucky grinned as he noticed the flush reappear on your face.

It’s not the forties anymore, but I can still make a girl blush.

Bucky realized that this is where he leaves you, he panicked a little inside as he didn’t want to stop talking to you. He found that being around you was easy and he didn’t want to let that go. So biting the bullet Bucky blurted.

“Canigetyournumber?”

“What?” You giggled watching as his face turned to pink along his cheeks. Bucky took a deep breath and repeated himself much slower this time.

“Can I get your number?” He brushed his hand through his hair nervously. “So, in case that guy bothers you again, or to talk, maybe hangout?”

You giggled again watching him squirm.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Especially after what happened at the park today. I wouldn’t be offended if you turned me dow-“ you had placed your hand across his mouth cutting him off.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” It had sounded muffled with your hand across his mouth. You removed your hand revealing a grin across his face.

“Yes! You can have my number.” You laughed.

You both exchanged numbers, editing his contact to read My Hero, both promising to text each other the next day to compare schedules in order to meet with each other again. You both said goodbye and when you finally closed and locked your door Bucky made his way back to his own place.

Bucky laid back on his bed with his grin still plastered on his face.

He won’t admit it, but Sam was right. He needed a break, and now he has a reason to take one

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Whoooo! This is my longest one yet and it’s once again almost 2am when posting! 😅 what’s sleep anyway?

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parkers-gal · 21 days

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Patience

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

Warnings: none! Fluff?

A/N:: This is my very first fic ever, please be nice. I’m fighting off anxiety and insomnia. So this is my attempt to make my brain tired. I also have work in 4 hours. 😭

Word count: 1784

Summary: Bucky notices that something is wrong with his sunshine. He makes it better.

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You groaned as your alarm went off, you were tempted to slam your hand on the snooze button to give yourself just ten more minutes of blissful slumber, or even to call out of work saying that you were unwell. You groaned once again, reminding yourself that you were never one to call out sick or not. Unease began to fill your mind as you stared at your ceiling. The thought of walking into work today with your usual sunshine personality and bright smile seemed like it was going to be a chore today. You sighed, heaving yourself out of bed and straight to your bathroom where you prepared yourself for the day.

“Please be a good day…” you whispered to yourself as you walked through your bedroom door.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as they followed you through the compound’s kitchen. Taking in every movement of your body as you moved around gathering everything you needed for your morning coffee that Bucky liked to refer to as your ‘cup of diabetes.’

Your good morning to him as you entered seemed off to him, your tone was bright but didn’t really carry that enthusiasm it usually did. Your personality was something that took Bucky a while to get used to, something that was completely opposite of his own. He was cold, rough around the edges, and quiet with a seemingly permanent frown etched onto his face. To him, you were a walking ball of sunshine, all warmth and softness with the ability to out-talk Stark. You were an enigma to him, a highly trained agent with a personality that depicted sunshine and rainbows. Bucky continued to watch as you continued to make your overly sweet coffee concoction, wincing at the sound of whipped cream being dispensed.

At the compound you and Bucky have become quite the unlikely pair. You two always found yourselves next to each other whether it was just being in each other's company while you read and he watched a TV series or movie that Sam had recommended to him. Or, both of you were in the kitchen making dinner while you held a one sided conversation with him, answering his grunts and nods with full blown sentences with enough enthusiasm for the both of them. He knew your body language better than you knew your own, so when he spied your slightly hunched shoulders and head tilted just slightly he knew that something was wrong.

And he was going to find out.

He was going to bring his sunshine back to her full brightness.

Bucky straightened in his seat as he placed his own mug of black coffee on the counter and leveled his stare on your face. You could feel the heat of his stare on you as you continued to add caramel syrup to your iced coffee. You tried to ignore his stare, just wanting to continue on with your day, but you knew he would just stare until you talked to him.

“Is there something you need, Buck?” You gave him a smile that was hopefully convincing.

“Something’s wrong with you.” He stated.

“There’s nothing wrong with the amount of sugar in my coffee.” You deflected. You took a healthy sip of your iced coffee, humming at the satisfying sweetness.

“I’m not talking about your diabetes in a cup, sweets.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“There’s nothing wrong, Bucky. I gotta go, have to catch up on some reports from our last mission.” Before Bucky could argue back, you turned on your heel and marched out of the kitchen entrance.

You sighed, you didn’t want to burden Bucky with something so trivial, something that shouldn’t even bother you as it was just petty drama.

A couple days ago, you had overheard a couple of lower ranking agents gossiping in one of the break rooms. You always considered yourself to be at the very bottom of the list of people to gossip about, seeing as you're always polite and happily greeting all of your coworkers, even the ones you didn’t know that well. Always willing to help where it was needed when not in the field. So hearing your name come out of one of their mouths was a shock to you.

“Annoyingly happy.” And “doesn’t shut up.” Were the nicer comments that the two gossiping agents whispered to each other.

You had made it to your office in time to avoid the gossiping queens before the could start their whispering once again. Sitting at your desk you brushed your hand through your hair as you let out a heavy sigh and then chuckled to yourself. You couldn't believe you were letting what two gossipers were saying get to you.

“I work directly with the Avengers for God sakes! Toughen up girl.” You squared your shoulders, open your laptop and begin to work on finishing your reports in the peace of your quiet office.

Bucky waited a couple of hours after you had left the kitchen to make his way down to the compounds entrance, giving you a break from his slight interrogation that morning. Bucky knew something was bothering you and he didn’t like it. It surprised him how much he didn’t like not seeing the genuine happiness exude from your body. He didn’t like that your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes making your laugh lines appear. Determination spread across his face as he exited the facility with a goal in mind.

An hour later Bucky had come back to the compound his hands full with take out from your favorite restaurant and your favorite drink from the cafe you go to every Sunday. He got closer to your office door ignoring the agents all around the hallway as he knocked and waited for your invitation.

The knock on your office door startled you out of your intense concentration of your work. Looking up you see Bucky’s familiar mop of brown hair through the blinds and quickly called him in.

“I figured I would bring you lunch since you seemed off today.” He said as he placed the take out bag and coffees on your desk. You looked through the take out and spied your favorite drink and grinned, looking up at Bucky you noticed the corner of his lips turned upwards. It wasn’t a full blown smile but it was enough for your grin turn bigger. Bucky smiling however small was one of your favorite things, his smile never failed to make you grin like an idiot.

“Thank you! I see you remembered my favorites!” You happily took a sip of your coffee groaning in pleasure at the taste.

“Have lunch with me?” Bucky nodded as he sat across from you and pulled out his own meal.

This was the best lunch you ever had in your opinion, Bucky had remembered your favorites and he even engaged in more conversation with you than normal. Your sour mood from this morning was dissipating by the minute as Bucky had told you some stories of he and Steve in the forties.

Bucky had mentally patted himself on the back, your body language was relaxed and your laugh lines appeared back on your face. Bucky was pleased to see that your natural happy glow was returning.

He was in the middle of telling a particular funny about Steve from their school days when he heard a scoff outside your office door.

“How can he stand her for that long? I can’t even handle being in her presence for more than five minutes.” He overheard.

“He must have the patience of a saint, especially when they go on missions together. He’s a quiet guy, wouldn’t be surprised if she talks for him.” Another voice had said.

“God, I’d jump out of the quinjet mid flight if I was on a mission with her. All that incessant talking all the time, and that happy go lucky attitude. I’d request a transfer.”

Bucky watched as the glow he just put back into you begin to recede again. Your head down your eyes refusing to meet his as you pushed your food around with your fork. Your shoulders were slumped again and it made Bucky seethe with anger. Bucky growled as he stood up from his chair and stormed out of your office.

At the sound of Bucky standing, your head shot up, watching with wide eyes as he made a bee-line towards the two gossiping agents. The sight of an angry Bucky on your behalf had you quickly following him out of your office.

“Bucky, don’-“ you start but Bucky’s voice cuts you off.

“You know, I do have a lot of patience. I have enough patience to wait for a target for hours or even days on end. I even have the patience to put up with Sam in a quinjet for hours on end while he calls me cyborg or Tin-man.” Bucky said as he approached the two agents. His glare paralyzing them as their eyes widen in shock from being overheard. You watched on from your office door as the women cowered from his dominating presence, his ire radiating from his stare.

“But, what I don’t have patience for,” he continued purposefully intimidating the agents before him. “Is when my girl is upset because, two low ranking agents are jealous of all the accomplishments she has achieved in her work. Jealous of how amazing, how pure and kind her heart is, and her ability to make anyone smile, even someone like me.”

Your mouth opened in shock at all that Bucky has said defending you. You never knew that was what he thought of you. You knew that he had thought of you as his friend and partner in missions but, he was never one to compliment people. It just wasn’t part of his grumpy personality, to hear him say all that including calling you his girl had warmth spreading through your chest.

“So I suggest, you find some other topics to talk about from now on before I really lose my patience.” Bucky gave one more intimidating stare at the two women before he turned around to go back to your office, he paused at the look of wonder on your face.

“What?” He huffed crossing his arms.

“Thank you,” you said placing your hand on his arm as you looked at him gratefully.

“It’s no problem,” Bucky replied as he walked back into your office. You followed behind him with a giddy smile on your face. Moving around him to continue on with your lunch you looked in his blue eyes with a smirk.

“So….I’m your girl?”

Bucky groaned as a flush came to his cheeks.

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A/N:: I hope you enjoyed this! I hope to continue to write more for you all.

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