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buckyalpine · 4 months

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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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fairytwles · 11 months

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but your honor,,, he’s baby girl

#bucky barnes #brainrot #40’s bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #tfatws #he’s so boyfriend #i love him your honor #marvel #captain america: the winter soldier #the winter soldier #your pookie just killed several people

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thwackk · 8 months

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REAAAGHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#woman you’re WAY TOO CLOSE PEPPER SPRAY #this is my therapy right now leave me alone #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #yes i’m aware the bottom one is 50’s fashion not 40’s #edit: THAT IS NOT BUCKY LMAO #edit 2: it’s confusing cause of the clothes but that actually IS Tony i just didn’t wanna tag his ass. this aint abt him #they went to a 50’s themed party.

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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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— 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 —

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — • summary: even bucky’s parents in the bedroom next door won’t stop him from getting you off; • cw: smut, no direct p in v but it’s referenced at the end, hand riding through clothes, implied hj/bj; • pairing: 40s! bucky x f! reader

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Your moan was abruptly cut off with a hand at your mouth, so it came out as muffled. Even still, though, there was nothing that could silence your desperate sounds.

Not even Bucky.

Especially not even Bucky considering it was his fingers that were inside you.

“Shh doll, you gotta keep quiet.” There was something like pride in that sly little laugh. Pride for how you were a mess on his hand while his parents slept soundly next door.

Next door — as in the very next room with only one wall between you, and thin. Any second now they could open that door, and in truth the thrill just made it even better.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, now do you?” Bucky’s smile was clear in his voice. And beyond that was something much deeper, much softer. It was a whisper smooth as velvet in the dark.

There was a challenge, too, in the words, and you would’ve swatted at him had you had your coherence. But as it was you couldn’t think beyond the sweet ache between your legs, and your steadily rising need that only Bucky could help relieve.

He wasn’t even touching your skin, for God’s sake, but working you up through your panties; you sat with your thighs parted on him, against him, straddling his waist with his hand up your skirt.

For all that you cried out, though, it may as well have been his cock; may as well have been both of you stripped fully bare, and not only heavy petting through clothes.

“Please,” was all you could say, and you fought to keep your eyes on his own. With your hands braced on his shoulders like this, every curl of his fingers had your own on him tightening, clutching at your boyfriend as he touched you through the fabric and your wetness soaked through to his hand.

It didn’t escape his notice and dear God, you could see he was hard — but as he had said, this was your time now, and he wouldn’t stop until you were coming.

Until he could raise his hand to his lips and taste what you’d done for him, given.

And by God, if there was one thing at all you didn’t want — it was for that boy to even think of stopping.

You wanted — needed — to come, felt like you couldn’t breathe as Bucky’s touch took you higher. He removed the hand from your mouth when convinced you wouldn’t expose yourselves with a cry, and instead held you by the hip to guide your soft, undulating movements.

But as you ground against him, so wet and aching, your urgency grew; enough to make him feral at the sight of you like this, so plain and obvious in the tent of his trousers.

And yet still, he made no move to help it. Instead he just watched and watched —

And spoke.

“What would they think if they knew what you were letting me do to you, hm? You know they think you’re so sweet and pure, but I personally need some convincing.”

It was just like Bucky to choose the absolute worst time at all for the tease, his movements building and coiling the threat of release up inside you, but then slowing with speech.

You bucked your hips into his hand with your own clutching steady to his biceps and whined. “Bucky,” you got out with your face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing him in with the feel of his fingers inside you almost being too much.

You were gonna come soon, and you knew it — so did he. It was both too much and not enough.

Not even nearly enough.

The words cut through you like a death knell and all the room around you was a barely-there haze. There wasn’t the window, or the curtains you’d drawn; not the radio so quiet on the table by the bed.

Indeed, even that beneath both of your bodies seemed redundant when compared to his touch, and so there was him, just him, and how close you were; your thighs soaked, his fingers more so, with arousal.

And so indeed no, it damn well wasn’t enough. You needed more of him, all of him, all you could have —

You needed to do something, anything, to ease the sure ache between your parted legs.

And so that was when you started to kiss him, starting firstly at his jaw, smooth and recently shaved. You tracked it down to the curve of his neck and left a little trail to his ear; a series of open-mouthed kisses that had Bucky cursing under uneven breaths.

Thinking, Oh now how the tables had turned, you claimed him in the only way you could.

All the while you carried on rocking your hips, building pace as you chased your own high; and by the time you’d kissed at his temple, working down to the corner of his mouth — he was gone.

You didn’t even know where you were but Bucky’s mouth parted against your own lips, his tongue an eager thrust as he sought out your own until you were just hands and fire and teeth.

With each roll of your hips, your blouse revealed itself as much too thin. You were rocking against Bucky’s chest and the friction was too much, it felt too good; your nipples peaked hard against goose flesh as shivers overtook you, still brushing up on him —

And his taste, dear god, his taste —

He would take you right now, right here in this bed if he could, and you’d let him, but now —

His fingers curled deeper until the telltale signs of your legs softly shaking began.

You hadn’t gone further than this, not yet, hadn’t ventured beyond underwear. And as you thought it, you couldn’t help imagining how it would be —

Skin on skin, panting breaths. The weight of Bucky’s body on you, between your legs, inside you —

The tremors in your legs — now much more violent, urgent, desperate — ran straight to your bones, and your sex clenched empty around the lack of more of him inside you.

Release threatened to spill, and spill hard, as you clutched and just rode him, moaning softly, breaths hitching —

As all the while your Bucky kissed and loved you.

Worshipped his girl.

For now it was his turn to trail wet kisses down the length of your neck, and you held fast to his hair — drove your fingers into the mass of dark silk and cried out.

You couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe beyond him, and it very nearly hurt to feel this good and sore. It felt if the whole damn world was in you.

And he was it.

And knowing he marked you with his mouth even as you came hard on his hand, you clutched tight to him and tighter even still, nails scrabbling for purchase as the precipice came near.

Came near as you free fell right down from it with a cry, with a plea. You barely heard the soft muttered praises he said as you shuddered apart from atop him.

“Bucky, Bucky,” was the mantra on your breath, but it was what you said next that undid him. Until now, he’d fought fucking hard to keep his painful erection in the background of his mind, counting up numbers with his focus on you, every part he could reach, just to keep it at bay.

Now though, your aching desperation was his saving grace. It was his own confession.

And so the groan he let out was obscene when you cried out, “James, please, I need you.”

And of course, you needn’t have to say the words twice. He was right there with you every single time.

Bucky guided you through each convulsion and urged you to take all he could give, to take anything he could offer you now, no longer caring how loud you were or became.

He didn’t care for anything beyond you, in this moment. Anything but you looking like this:

On him with your cheeks flushed, mouth in a silent, open ‘O’. You gone weak against his front, bloused chest to his own, still now from the friction of before. Foreheads together and hearts pounding fast, he held you through the slight aftershocks.

Your hair was damp at your temples, curling slightly, and your skin was slick with sweat. Even his was hot and held that familiar post-release sheen you so loved.

And though you hadn’t even touched him anywhere below the belt, you saw his eyes blown wide with arousal as he raised those two fingers to his mouth, and then sucked.

You might’ve come again right there and then, just seeing that. Would’ve were it not for the fact you wanted to pleasure him now, in return.

The hard-on so apparent in his trousers would no longer be ignored for the sake of your need.

And so you didn’t take your eyes of Bucky as you let him brush your hair back from your face, allowed him to press one last kiss to your mouth and murmur softly, “That’s it, doll. That’s it.”

But the answer you gave was spoken in just subtle movements as you shifted position, edging backwards down the bed on your hands and knees until you came to where you wished to be most. You didn’t even bother to pull your skirt back down to pool at your ankles; you felt no need to fix the buttons of your blouse that had since come undone.

You just met his gaze from where he rested at the headboard while you lowered your head to his lap.

The look in his eyes was unhinged, and just one glance at his face spelt sex. He hadn’t even gotten inside you, not yet, and still his cheeks were flushed, eyes blown wide.

It was so plain what you’d been doing with his lips full and glistening, wet; swollen red. But if anyone had walked in that room right then, no love nor money would’ve made any difference.

And as you lightly tugged on a button of his pants — a request, to which he eagerly nodded — you resolved to make him feel as good as you had in the place he’d just made in his arms.

Resolved it as you bared him from his trousers to the boxers beneath, already worshipping the sight that met you and the sense that it would be a much longer night than you’d both planned.

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bucknastysbabe · 5 months

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Let’s Face the Music and Dance - B. Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Angsty smutty blurb, 40’s setting, subby bucky makes an appearance, takes place night before he’s shipped off to war, Missus wants her boy well fed OKAY, so sappy and soft, he’s just kitty okay? lil kitty big kitty Murder kitty, pnv!sex, cowgirl, man tears

A/N: I don’t proofread I cry and call it a day

His lips stuttered words against your pulsing neck. You held on to his wide shoulders harder than you thought possible— like if you dug in a little more he wouldn’t have to leave tomorrow. Go fight in a war on unfamiliar territory. The cocky Brooklyn boy somewhere in Italy, Germany, hell he probably didn’t know either. Bucky leaned onto his forearms, dark sweaty hair plastered to his broad forehead.

He frowned a bit, soft pink lips pouting, smooth cheeks still puffed with residual baby fat. Too skinny for your tastes. Bucky was meant to be soft, sturdy, cuddly on the outside as he was on the inside. You kissed him gently, lapping at those pouting lips. Bucky murmured, long lashes brushing skin, “Don’t look all sad like that baby, I’m gonna come home to ya’. My pretty wife.”

You nodded, wrapping your thighs around a too-trim waist. Breathing into him you sighed, “Y-you better, then we can do all those stupid couple things we always talked about, ha, and m’gonna get some meat on your bones again.” Bucky softly smiled, eyes crinkling and cheeks dimpled— he couldn’t hide the tears very well.

He stifled a sob, tucking his head between your chin and shoulder, breath ragged and sharp. Cooing and squeezing his flagging length, you rubbed at your husbands shaking back. “Awe kitten, s’okay baby, you’re with me, just me.” He curled tighter into your softer flesh, a hand coming to rest on your cheek. He jerked his hips a little with a whimper, softening cock swelling some.

“Kitten baby, talk to me,” you whispered gently, carding manicured fingers through his dark hair. It was a secret name between the two of you. Always drove Buck a lil’ mad, made his pretty face grow flushed and tongue soft. But your husband earned his nickname— he was a sweet kitten, those big blue eyes and soft lips, always looking for pets and a treat. Flashing irresistible sad orbs and little whines just like one.

The brunette burrowed a little, muffled voice vibrating your flesh. He croaked, “Babydoll, m’so scared.” Your throat tightened and instinctively swallowed down a sob. It was up to you to be the bear now, the protector. It always had fallen to Bucky— he took care of his ma and sis, then Steve, now you.

Tilting his face up, reddened blue eyes met your own. Buck hoarsely joked, “I know, I’m not being very Sarge right now.” A couple of beats and he sobbed again, moaning, “I don’t know what to do.” You held him tighter and sighed, “Don’t need to do a damn thing. You’re strong and capable, smart, a damn fine provider. They’ll look to you on the field I know it.” He sniffled and calmed some, whispering thanks between sweet little kisses.

“Kitten, lemme take care of you, love on my pretty baby,” you cooed, “S’that okay? Just relax yeah?”

He nodded, throat bobbing as he slid out of you and laid on his back, wide blues staring like you’d hung the moon and stars. Sweet boy. Climbing atop his strong thighs and feeling for his half-hard cock, your slick core took Buck in like a thousand times before. Made for you. Bucky’s chest hitched and he whimpered softly, big hands wrapping around your waist. Kitty’s cock was beginning to plump up again, throbbing against your tight walls.

Petting his sensitive nipples and neck you cooed, “There we go, good kitten, don’t think bout’ nothing. Just how much I love you, how blessed I am to meet my handsome husband,” you flexed, “To have and to hold.”

He whined, long and low, thighs jumping beneath you. Bucky stammered, “Mm- oh- I love you so much, love you baby doll, fuck!” He writhed a bit when your soft thighs and ass rhythmically slapped against his pale skin. You moaned and milked him at that same leisurely pace, the brunette’s hands groping weakly at your heavy tits.

Your husband babbled, “Ahhh- Ah- I’ll write you every chance, take l-lots of pictures, be a good little soldier and k-keep my head down! Mmmmm god!” He cried out sharply, cute nose scrunching up, cock spitting a bit. Rolling your hips and leaning forward to press the length of your body to his own, the changing of angle eliciting a moan from both of you. His big hands massaged at your ass, thumbing shakily where you were joined together.

Nuzzling at his delicate nose you purred, “Good kitty, I’ll send you plenty of sweets and updates on ah! Everyone! Right there James, right there!,” you had to pause for the string of helpless whined and curses, “Be that-that good soldier so you can come home fill me up with babies and be fat and happy, yeah kitten?” His eyes flew open, limbs clamping down on your smaller frame as Buck emptied his seed with a desperate cry.

He mouthed dumbly at your skin, balls still pumping, your own climax sneaking up in return, pussy pulling and milking his overtaxed cock. You shivered and mewled, “Oh! James!” Your kitten was a little mushy, smiley and kissing sloppily at your lips, reluctant to let you move one inch. He sighed, “Wan’ that so so bad, oh honey.”

Petting his hair back again you chuckled, “Me too, lemme over so my girls aren’t being squished anymore.” Bucky’s blues lit up in recognition, apologizing and petting your tits as he tucked your frame into his, spooning now. You sniffed at the feeling of his hot seed slipping out of your sore hole— but there’s worse going on.

Bucky puffed, “Thank you babydoll. Sure know how to make a guy feel one hundred percent. Didn’t mean to get all weepy earlier.” You turned to give him a sharp look, stating, “No. It’s okay to feel. Don’t ever forget that Mister James Buchanan Barnes. This is a scary situation, feeling like this is valid.”

He nodded slowly, tears welling back up. Bucky kissed and loved on you most of the night, whispering, “love you, m’gonna come home, I promise, I promise.” You believed him. Buck was a strong boy. He’d make it home— sooner or later. Intertwining your hands within his own you kissed scarred knuckles, asking for some saint’s intercession.

Bring him home to me, to Becs, Winnie, Steve. Please.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #40’s Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #subby bucky

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urdepressedslut · 10 months

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nothing like some 40’s bucky barnes to start off my week💗 i just have a feeling this is going to be a rough week at work and i need some 40’s bucky to get me through🥰

#bucky barnes #40’s bucky barnes #beefy bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #marvel gifs #bucky barnes gifs #40’s bucky barnes gifs

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marvel-lous-guy · 10 months

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Tony: I don't have favourites!

Clint: How come Spiderkid has an allowance then?

Sam: Hey! How come I don't get an allowance!?

Bucky: Because you get paid to do this birdbrain, you don't need allowance

Scott: I don't get paid, how come I don't get allowance?

Nat: Are you even an Avenger?

Steve: Peter gets allowance!? I have to pay rent to stay here!

Tony: thats because I don't like you

Bucky: Hey, I also have to pay to be here, does anyone else pay?

Tony: thats a swear jar. There's a difference

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late-to-the-party-81 · 9 months

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Stockings hanging by the fire

AN: Ho ho ho - Merry Christmas in July! I was supposed to post this in March as a late Christmas present for my darling Tonje, but i forgot! Sorry @doasyoudesireandlive . Let’s also ignore the fact that Bucky didn’t ship out in December……

Beta’d by @yarnforbrains

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and Mood board by me

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Summary: Decorating your rooms for Christmas wasn't going as well as planned. Luckily a dashing young soldier offers to help you out, and you aren't going to turn one of our brave boys away...

Relationship: 40’s Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 1.5k

CW: Fluff and Flirting, Implied off-screen spicy time. 40’s Bucky in dress uniform cos he’s definitely a warning!

This was not going the way you’d anticipated. How hard was it to actually get a Christmas tree up the few brownstone steps and into your apartment? Apparently, very. You hefted it again, but to no avail. And to make matters worse, the small flurry of snow that had been swirling around when you’d set out was getting heavier, and the air getting sharper. Even the children who’d been making snowmen had abandoned them.

You let out another loud sigh, as opposed to the curse you wanted to. Mrs. Sweeny who lived upstairs (and was this minute looking out through her curtains at you while you struggled) already thought you were a good time girl, likely to end up in trouble, so you were trying to present a more demure and ladylike facade. But it was hard when you realised you were sweating like a preacher in a whore-house, and that the needles on the tree had scuffed up your favourite leather gloves. You’d give up, but that would mean that even apart from the fact it would mean abandoning your not so insignificant purchase where it currently lay, it would just present you with a different problem.

The tree was stuck. No going up and no going down. You loosened your grip and pinched the bridge of your nose, a litany of profanities circulating around your brain.

“Excuse me, doll… but you appear to be in need of assistance.”

A warm, syrupy voice made its way to your ears, and you looked up to find the source.

Well! Hello, Soldier!

He was obviously newly minted and fresh out of the box. His dress greens were wrinkle free, his hat perched jauntily on his head atop his Bryll-creamed chestnut hair. His eyes were light blue, sparkling with amusement, an expression matched by the lilt of his full pink lips.

Now, contrary to what Mrs Sweeny thought, you were no good-time girl. However, neither were you a missish maid. When you got an itch, you scratched it, but you were careful about it too. You had a good job as a receptionist, and you didn’t want to lose that just because you couldn’t keep your underthings in place. But looking at this nice looking Sergeant, you could feel that itch making itself known, and he looked like he’d know how to scratch it real good.

“You noticed, huh?” You leaned your hip against the railing, tipped your head to the side slightly and flashed him your most winning smile. “I think I bit off more than I could chew.”

“Well, I could always help you out. You know, if you want?” He’d stepped closer, but you were still slightly taller, being part way up the steps.

“Have a dashing young soldier assist me in my time of need? How is a girl supposed to say no to that?”

He flashed you a grin then, and how you didn’t swoon, you didn’t know.

“Don’t say no then, doll.”

He bent down then, and you were momentarily confused, until he hooked his arms under your nemesis the tree and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.

Wow!

“Lead on, sweetheart.”

You practically skipped up the last few steps, awkwardly pulling your keys out of your purse, before opening the front door to the building.

“Afraid I’m on the second floor, Sergeant….?” You trailed off, giving him the opportunity to give you his name.

“Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. But my good friends call me Bucky.” Oh, he was smooth.

“Bucky, it is then.”

You led the way up the stairwell, somewhat in awe of how effortlessly Bucky was carrying your tree. When you reached your own door, you repeated your awkwardness with the keys, and gave the door - which had a tendency to stick - a sharp nudge with your shoulder. Removing your gloves and wondering how you were going to put right the damage done to them by the pine sap, you gestured to the tree stand you already had set up ready in front of your main window.

“Could you place it in that for me? I didn’t expect getting a tree to be this difficult.”

“Sure thing, doll.”

You took your coat off, hung it on the peg, along with your purse, took off your hat and quickly checked your hair and lipstick in the small vanity mirror by the door, while Bucky’s back was turned.

“So, is this your first Christmas on your own then?”

He threw the question over his shoulder as he tightened the screws on the tree stand around the rough trunk of the pine. You turned back around and leant your weight on your sideboard.

“Yup. Moved outta Ma and Pa’s three months back. Got this place for a steal and a job down at Montgomery’s as the receptionist. It’s a good gig. And you? Getting ready to ship out?”

Bucky stood, clapping his hands together and brushing off the lingering pieces of bark and needles on his green woollen pants.

“Sure am. Completed basic training. Got bumped up to Sergeant on account of my sharp-shooter skills. Catching the boat to England in two days.” He lifted his right hand up to his temple and gave you a salute. “Ready to serve, miss.”

There was an awkward silence then. He’d completed his chivalrous task, but it was clear from the tension in the air between you that neither of you were wanting this interaction to end, at least not yet. You moved away from the sideboard, walking closer to him. He stayed put, right where he was, not widening the gap between you but not closing it either. Open, but not pushy.

“Well thank you very much for your help, Sergeant. But I wondered, on account of how cold and snowy it is outside, whether I could offer you some hospitality in thanks. I could fix you a drink, and if you wanted, you could help me with the decorating. Ornaments and stockings and the such-like? I want to make this room my own personal winter wonderland.”

“A drink would be much appreciated, and spending even more time with a beautiful dame is not gonna be anything I’d turn down.”

“Least I can offer for one of our country’s brave boys.” You walked your fingers up the front of his buttoned jacket and made a display of straightening his tie, before turning and sauntering towards your little kitchenette. You pulled two glass tumblers out of your cupboard, and then moving to a second, retrieved your bottle of whisky. You saw Bucky’s eyebrow rise as you placed a healthy measure in each glass. You took a sip from yours, silently letting him know that you were no stranger to strong liquor, and then returned to his side, hips swinging.

He took the other glass from your hand, and you clinked them together.

“To festive cheer and new friends.”

“I can definitely drink to that, doll.”

Silence fell again as you both sipped your drinks, but it was less awkward and more electric, the previous tension now stronger and thrumming through your veins. You placed your near empty glass down on your coffee table.

“I hate to ask you for another favour, Bucky, but I wondered if you could light the fire for me. I’m just going to pop in the other room and get the things I need for decorating and what not…”

“Not a problem at all.” He placed his glass next to yours and walked round to your fireplace.

“The matches are on the mantle. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“I’ll be right here waiting, beautiful.”

Somehow you controlled yourself walking into your room, not giving away how excited you were. God, you hoped you were reading this right. Quickly you slipped out of your skirt and blouse, and gave yourself a quick wash under the arms from the jug of water you kept on your dresser. A spritz of perfume, a slick of lipstick and another primp of your hair and you were as ready as you were going to be. You took a deep breath and walked back out into your living room.

Bucky was kneeling in front of your fireplace, prodding at the big log he’d just put on to the burning kindling, trying to get it to catch. He’d removed his jacket and hat, the latter perching on top of the former that was folded over the arm of your slightly ratty sofa. You could see the play of the muscles of his back under his dress shirt, and imagined how they’d feel under your hands.

You walked closer until you stood right next to him. He turned his head and looked up at you, eyes wide as he took in your stocking covered legs, your satin french knickers and matching camisole.

“Are you still okay to help me with my stockings?” You lifted one foot and placed it on his knee. His hand gently captured your ankle and then slid up slowly, but surely up your thigh towards the fasteners.

“Those weren't the stockings I had in mind, doll, but I’m not gonna complain.”

And neither did you.

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sunflowersoldat · 2 years

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Bring You Home Master List

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Winter soldier x reader, 40's Bucky x reader

Series warnings : bad language words, light smut, violence, death. Read the chapter warnings :)

Main Master List

Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Nightmares

Before we go

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11 (ending)

Damage control

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yours-dearly · 7 months

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Tangled in my soul

My dearest, I long for you greatly

The feeling of dried blood on the tips of his fingers while he rubbed them together was distracting, he made the choice to focus on that instead of what had beed occupying his mind , but once the door slammed open he was brought back to where he was currently seated outside the office of LT. Williams, looking down, he took notice of the absence of blood anywhere near - for the time being he reminded himself - and that his fingertips was clean or well at least they looked like it.

After following the lieutenant into the small space he took notice of how his left leg seems to have gotten worst since last time, he didn't have time to think about it when the higher rankings man rasped out a cough and started speaking “ welcome back CPL. Barnes it's good to know that you've made it “ , despite the warm words the tone that was carrying them was not delivering the sane warmth, it was empty and monotoned like he just said those same words over and over until they lost the soul within them now only syllables rolling off onto the air.

“ S’good t’be back lieutenant but we both know y’aint bringing be here for all’at so get to it “ I ain't in no mood for formalities he thought but kept the last bit reserved in his mind , the older gave him a side eye from where he stood looking almost reliefed to get to the point, “ well aren't ya in a hurry , and here I was thinking you'd be happy to hear what I have for ya “ he spoke finally looking at him in the eyes before taking a seat the chair screeching lightly under his weight with how old it was .

“ the last time you ‘ had something for me ‘ -” he mimicked his tone not thinking it through earning a stern look before muttering an apology and continuing”- ya had me shipped off to a hell-made-hole almost freezing alongside my men, I feel i shouldn't be all'at optimistic with ya “ he finished and the cold started creeping up on him again, like the mere mention of it was enough to summon the winter.

“ nah don't you worry , it ain't an order I just thought ya’d like to know that you got promoted, congrats Sergeant “ well- that took a turn and not the one I was expecting he thought and although it was a ‘ promotion ‘ he felt the heaviness of the syllables tug at his shoulders but he smiled nonetheless “ well I sure wasn’t expecting that “ he spoke his forehead wrinkling with the rise of his eyebrows.

He ran, sprinted, head first from that tent into his own ,he needed to write to her , short tempered because that could have waited, lunching himself onto his seat he fished his pocket for what was sitting heavily in it since he got it , for what tugged at the strings of his heart with every second calling him oh so desperately.

He carefully unfolded the pages , he can't afford even a mere fold in his darling's very own dear words , the words that kept him from losing his sanity ever since he got drafted into this hell of a war

My dearest, james

I hope this letter finds you well and warm, it's been a while since I received anything from you so if you haven't lost your hands yet I better not find my mail box empty.

It's been really hectic here jamie, bonnie got a telegram a few days ago regarding the death of Daniel, sweet soft Daniel oh how cruel it was to watch it all down on her , so please for my sanity come back to me because I don't know what I'd do with myself if you didn't .

how's it been going? You back yet oh I hope you are, I hope you are nothing but warm and safe I really do , I know I can't keep the nightmares away , I'm no medic either so all I can do is sit and hope and pray for this big act of horror and terror to end so could finally come to me , to your ma , to your home.

I'd make you the warmest meals , hold you close and never let you go unless you are so sick of me , I'd bring you all the sweets that you love from mrs. Ann 's bakery, everything you my heart will ask for I'd kiss the pain awwy and stand guardian of your dreams at night but until then I'm sitting playing your laugh like a broken record so I'd never forget it , so I'd never forget you .

Not that I'd be able to even if I tried

Tell me more about it there, your fears, your nightmares and demons, I want to share your pain buck , your pain is my pain ever since you took your heart with you to the front lines and laid it vulnerable because that'd be the only explanation to my heartache.

I'm writing to you sitting on nails and daggers until I hear from you , Can't get my mind to do anything else, Can't worry or care about anything except you , so please once you can once you're safe write to me james write and make it long so long it's enough until the next one because getting enough of you was never and never will be something that I can manage to do .

Yours, truly and utterly yours

Y/n

He felt warm, the winter is no longer there and it's spring now , it's the only way there could be butterflies and he felt them all too well, he grabbed his pen Can't leave the pretty dame all worried now can we ?

My dearest, y/n

how much I'm wishing to hold ya right now, to melt your beautiful body with mine and to tangle our desperate souls with each other you can't even imagine sweetheart it's all that I think about everything pretty here is you and you are everything pretty.

I'm sorry I couldn't write to ya sooner it's been shitty awful and once I got back I got called into the lieutenant office, nothing that pretty head of yours needs to worry about ya officially are the girl of a sergeant

Sergeant Barner's got a ring , I'm still not planning on telling ya about the stuff in here - the bad ones at least which is the most of it - and I still want ya away from those terror speaking radios only music and laughing and everything good should get to those ears of your , and I don't want you biting those nails

I'm sorry about Daniel and bonnie , things like that really stop my heart love because what if it was me ? I don't want to leave knowing I would hurt you, that's your plan eh? To make me determined to come back to ya , well i gotta tell ya you don't need one sweetheart, I'm coming back and hearing your stop-all-of-the-wars laughter

Are you laughing enough doll? Are ya smiling the same way that I left ya to be? I hope to god you are because I can deal with nightmares and bombs and death but not with a world without your smile or laugh, you gotta guard your happiness sweetheart, for me, and don't let this war steal it or why the hell am I fighting for ?

How about food ? Ya eating well? And pancakes don't count sugar, please eat well I'm dying here not being able to check up on ya , to protect ya from All the guys I know were waiting for my departure to sneak up on ya n try n snatch ya , i know there's a lot cause I got the prettiest dame in Brooklyn, hell in the whole of New York.

Give em the cold shoulder sweets , be rude and bitchy - sorry but yeah give to em , men sometimes don't understand "no" steve got into enough fights about that for me to be burning here , speaking of the little rascal gemme a realistic check up on em please and give ma and Becca my dearest regards, keep each other save while I can't please.

I can't fit everything that I have to say to ya in a million letters but this 's all I can do for now , but don't hold back on me my darlin not one bit , send me anything 'n everything ya got happening there I'll be waiting for ya ' on needles n daggers ' .

yours faithfully sergeant James Barnes

Hey, it's my first time writing something I wrote it in a hurry so there might be a few mistakes here n there also english isn't my first language, feel free to point out any mistakes and tell me if you'd like for me to write more of this

( also someone teach me how to tag )

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buckyalpine · 6 months

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LMAOO OKAY IMAGINE 40s!BUCKY (like tfa stark expo version) MAGICALLY TELEPORTING TO MODERN DAY, and Sharon’s bitch ass is hanging all over him, flirting hardcore, and is absolutely thrilled bc he’s actually giving her some attention. BUT THEN HE SEES THE READER AND IS LIKE “oh wow who is THAT” and leaves her alone to go woo the gorgeous dame. I can picture her face getting all red and embarrassed and upset. And Sam and Nat and Tony are in the background giggling.

GOD I LOOOVEEE THISSSS 40's heart has my heart cause this blushing soldier would be such a perfect mix of devilishly handsome and adorably shy.

"Shit" Tony huffed watching his time portal experiment start up and fail for the fourth time in a row while Bruce continued to medal with the dials, resetting the machine once more. "Why does it keep doing that"

"Give it a secondary power source, there's not enough juice with the first one"

Tony nodded, rummaging through a pile of knick knacks on his desk, grabbing a vial and adding it to the generator.

"Alright, set the timer to 19:00 hours and 40 in the past. Let's see if we can just travel to yesterday first before messing with going back years" He snorted, as Bruce punched in the time before hitting the start up button. The machine started to rumble before growing hot, the dials and buttons spinning and clicking on its own, parts starting to pop off.

"Oh shit!" Tony ducked under the table, shielding himself from getting knocked out as the portal grew more powerful, a force filed growing, knocking down things around the lab.

"What the hell did you use as a power source?!" Bruce yelled over the high pitched whizz the machine started to make, blinding light filling the room before disappearing, leaving a cloud of smoke in its place.

"I don't know, I just grabbed something that look like it'd fit" Toy shrugged between coughs as the smoke dissipated, squinting when he realized the platform wasn't empty.

Someone was standing there.

"What the hell..."

Blinking with bright blue eyes was a young soldier, dressed in a fresh, clean and pressed uniform, looking like a lost puppy while Tony and Bruce blinked in both confusion and amusement.

"Banner what the hell did you do with the timer?!"

"You're vial set everything into over drive, it must've recalibrated to 1940 instead of a couple of hours ago!" Bruce threw his hands up while the younger version of Bucky stared at the lab with child like wonder, his eyes twinkling as if it were Christmas day.

"Holy shit..." He breathed out seeing the vast technology, his mind still reeling over what was happening. One minute, he was on his way to see Steve and take some girls dancing and next thing he knew, he was sucked through a loop.

"Dear God-alright, uh-Barnes?" Tony waved the soldier over, mentally debating on what to tell him.

"Mr. Stark? It's-it's an honor, sir" Bucky shook Tony's hand before standing tall before him with his back straight, ever the bright eyed Sargent. Tony scratched his head before letting him take a seat, figuring honesty was the best police.

"Sargent. This may take a while"

Bucky understood bits and pieces of what Tony explained to him while getting a tour of the compound, the common room being the last place for him to check out. The team alternated between greeting and secretly cooing over the adorable young Bucky while also simultaneously laughing at Tony. At the very least, the billionaire was lucky the actual Bucky was away on a mission with you and Steve; there was only so much he could handle in a day. The soldier decided to hang back in the living room with the others, happily chatting away with Sam and Nat.

Then there was Sharon

"Hey Soldier" She winked, giving him a smirk causing the young Bucky to blush, throwing her a flirty smile right back.

"Nice to meet ya' doll" Bucky drawled out making her giggle, his lip catching between his teeth when she flipped her hair back.

"Aren't you sweet" She whispered, her heart beating a little faster when he moved towards her, his sweet baby blues gazing down at her intently. She'd tried a million times to get Bucky's attention before and he didn't look at her twice. She wasn't about to lose her chance with the new one.

"Look whose talking" Bucky chuckled back, his naturally flirty nature taking over with ease, after all it would be rude for him to ignore her.

"Someone's gotta protect him from this randy she goat" Sam whispered while Nat snorted, watching the two of them continuing to flirt, Sharon's hands toying with the buttons on Bucky's uniform, making her way up to brush his collar.

There was no way she was going to just let the gorgeous soldier go.

The machine wasn't fixed any time soon so Bucky was given a room to stay in. He loved the feeling of modern day sweats, looking cute as ever in some comfy joggers and a cotton tshirt, his fluffy cropped hair always neatly brushed and face shaven.

He was a Sargent after all. He always looked his best, even in lounge clothing.

There hadn't been a day where Sharon left Bucky alone. She clung onto his side, practically crawling up his leg day in and day out while the others side eyed the situation, keeping an eye out for the innocent Bucky.

"So, what's a soldier like you doin' without a girl, hm?" Sharon teased, pressing her hand to his chest, loving the way Bucky flirted back with her while the both of them sat in the common room with a movie playing in the background. Tony, Nat and Sam glanced at each other, quietly watching from their place in the kitchen while the blonde continued to giggle and blush, running her finger's through his hair.

"How do you keep your hair so soft, Sargent"

"Well, I- woah"

Sharon frowned when the soldier stopped talking half way after something- or someone- caught his attention. His eyes grew wide, a classic boyish smile appearing on his face when he saw the prettiest dame he'd ever laid his eyes on walk by the living room, making his heart flutter.

"who was THAT" Bucky stared in awe, seeing her stretch her arms up, still in some type of modern tactical suit, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yet she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

"Uh-excuse me" Sharon's face twisted watching Bucky stare are you like a love struck puppy, nearly jumping over the sofa so he could run and talk to you. He didn't take his eyes off you, practically swooning when he saw you pack away the gun from you holster.

"Huh-yeah, sorry-" Bucky mumbled, still focused on you, unbothered by the way Sharon's face was now red with embarrassment, seething at what he was doing.

"Look at this guy, he's not even hiding the fact that he's staring at y/n" Sam snorted while Tony and Nat snickered, watching the young Bucky watch you with heart eyes, "Aw man, he's got it bad"

"Hey y/n, looks like someone's got a little crush on you" Nat whispered, discreetly nodding to the living room. You nearly squeaked in surprise, seeing a very very young version of your boyfriend sitting on the couch, taking peeks over at you whilst ignoring the blonde who was still fighting for his attention.

"Tony, you did this, didn't you" You sighed while Tony smiled proudly, now fully invested in how all this was going to play out.

"I'll explain later. Go wash and change and you can talk to him"

As soon as you were out of the kitchen, Bucky scrambled to the group, cheeks tinted pink, bashful as ever, looking at the three smirking faces, wiggling their eyebrows at him.

"See something you like, soldier?" Nat prodded while Bucky nearly giggled, nodding.

"Who was that" He asked in earnest, truly curious to at least get your name.

"That would be y/n. I'll introduce you once she's back down. You might be her type, y'know" Sam winked knowing damn well he was your type. After all you were technically already dating. Bucky bounced on his heels, waiting patiently while Sharon huffed, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. You made your way back down after a shower to see an exited Sam and a shy Bucky along with a smug Tony and Nat.

"Y/n, meet young Buck" Sam smiled while you held your hand out, swooning at the way he shook it gently, throwing you smile few got to see, one he had when he got butterflies in his belly.

"Nice to meet you Sarge"

"Pleasures all mine, angel" Bucky whispered, leading you off to the living room to talk to you more, offering you a seat, wondering if you wanted anything to snack on or drink, forgetting Sharon's existence entirely. Sharon nearly opened her mouth to say something, immediately shutting it with a satisfied smirk seeing the other Bucky walk in followed by Steve. Hopefully he'd see his girlfriend was a cheating whore, flirting with someone else even if it was him from the past. Her brain wracked itself in hopes that this would all crash and burn while Bucky frowned the closer he got.

"What the fuck Stark" Bucky scrunched his face walking in on some punk flirting with his girl, only to realize said punk was a younger version of him.

"Relax, I'll fuse you two together" Tony shrugged while Bucky's face twisted again, grumbling when his younger self kissed you hand again, pulling you up for a dance while fumbling with a phone he'd just managed to figure out.

"They're cute" Steve grinned, nudging Bucky playfully while Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling to himself a little while later when you caught his eyes, throwing him a wink. You laid your head against the young soldiers chest while he swayed with you, unaware that he was being watched by everyone else, in his own world with just you in it.

"You better fuse us together" Bucky hissed, narrowing his eyes when you giggled at something that was whispered in you ear; Tony snorted with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why Barnes, scared of a little competition?"

Before Bucky could retort, Sharon was up and walking with purpose, stalking right towards Bucky.

"Y'know they're both flirting hard, right? Aren't you two dating?"

Bucky wordlessly stared at her while the others looked at her with confusion, the desperation becoming embarrassing.

"Sharon, shut up" Sam deadpanned while her mouth gaped open and shut before storming off.

"Back to what I was saying. Scared, Barnes?"

"You should be the scared one" Bucky sassed back, knowing exactly what his younger self was capable of; he knew that innocent boyish charm did wonders when it needed to. That being said, even his past self recognized real love, gravitating towards his one true soul mate after just seeing her once.

He watched the two of you continue to dance and whisper, the young soldier tipping your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, his soft pouty pink lips so close to yours, leaning down so he could press a kiss so sweet-

"Alright that's it, punk get your hands off her!"

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Rumor Has It (40′s!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

FIC PINTEREST BOARD

Summary: As a local bartender, you’d heard a thing or two about James Barnes.

Warnings: Nazi mention, war mentions, a little bit of language

A/N: AHHHH tiktok gave me some of this dialogue and I nEEDED to write with it!

You’d heard about James Barnes.

He was a legend in your line of work. Rumor had it that he’d been to every lounge in Brooklyn. Many bartenders had spoken of serving him and the lady he’d selected for the evening. A lounge was his go-to date spot. We played music, served drinks, and had a pleasant atmosphere. The lounges in the area were always dark and easy to hide in. He’s courted a lot of different women. God forbid a past girl catches him with his newest woman. It hasn’t happened yet, so you’ve heard.

However, you have never met him. He has yet to stop by your lounge. He has yet to bring a date. You can’t blame him, your location was on the edge of town and kind of hard to get to. The narrow, unlit roads were daunting to those looking for a good time. A dark alleyway didn’t exactly scream ‘come visit!’.

The fact that he had been in the army didn’t exactly help. His long stint of courting a randomized girl every night got interrupted when America involved itself in the war. He was quickly shipped off, practically disappearing. His existence was ghost-like. Many mentioned him, both men and women alike. The gentlemen he’d done laboring with during long, grueling New York summers were speaking of him like an old friend. His name seemed like a memory on some of the female bar-goer’s lips. It seemed like he had never left. Even though you had never met him, all the stories you’d heard made it seem like you did. Many customers you met had known him. Simply, it became obvious he befriended a lot of people in the area. Nobody you’d met had something negative to say about the man. Since he left for war, many who stayed behind gained more respect for him.

Rumor has it he’s back.

Tuesday afternoon you were working a shift for a sick bartender when someone uttered interesting words.

“Bucky and Steve are back, they’re going on some victory tour or something. I heard Rogers got handsome while overseas, apparently, all the women in Europe have been swooning. My husband wrote me all about it!” A young woman sitting across the bar whisper-yelled. She couldn’t disguise her excitement for the news. However, it was hard to tell what she was more excited about, whether James and Steve are home or her husband had sent a letter.

You’d seen pictures of James. You could admit, he was an attractive man. You totally understood why he had women at his feet left and right. Usually, though, that meant they had an ego. You already dealt with that during your shifts at the lounge. You didn’t have time to entertain a cocky man that found himself to be king of the world. It just wasn’t in the cards.

As the afternoon melted into the evening, the lounge became a bit busier. Typically, Friday through Sunday was the busy days. Every now and again, it would pick up a little during the weekdays. However, this wasn’t a “picking up on a Tuesday” kind of busy. Something was going on, you thought. And then it all made sense.

James Barnes had waltzed into the creaky wooden door. He was wearing his brown Army uniform. A tan cap covered his brown hair, which has gotten a little longer since the most recent picture you’d seen. He also looked tired, the bottom of his eyes had sunken in and his eyelids were now permanently half-lidded. He didn’t look an ounce less handsome, though.

The moment he walked through the door, the volume of the lounge increased dramatically. Every single customer that could stand on their own two feet was loudly welcoming the solider home. James received many pats on the back from men playing billiards; who seemed to respect him for her service. He also had been on the receiving end of many hugs from women old to young. His grateful smile never faltered. He spoke to everyone that gave him the time of day. Never once did he seem annoyed or appalled at the sudden attention. All eyes were on him. Yet, he never shied away. He seemed like the same man you’d heard stories about.

Once he could get away from the welcome wagon, he dragged his feet towards the bar. The farther he got away from the crowd, the more his smile fell. If he was an actor, that would’ve been an award-winning performance.

“Sergeant Barnes, you’re shorter than I anticipated,” You said once he reached the bartop. Now that he was closer, you noticed the small cuts and scabs littered his face. The bridge of his nose housed a nasty gash, which was obvious from a puffy scar that now replaced it.

His tired eyes locked with yours, smiling at you. “That’s no way to welcome home a soldier,” His Brooklynn accent came poking through. It was thick, something that you’d mock to your friends the next time you see them.

“I’m afraid we’ve never met,”

“I’d remember if we did. I’d never forget a face like that,”

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. You’d rendered the quippy James Barnes speechless. Not many can say that based on the tales you’d heard. From the stories, you could tell he was part of the talkative bunch. He had a reputation to talk anyone’s ear off if he was given the chance. “What can I get you, James?”

He chuckled, sitting at a barstool. “Please, call my Bucky,”

“That’s not what I asked you,”

“Bourbon,”

You smile, “You like your gums feeling tingly?” You proceeded to carefully pour him some of the house bourbon, choosing to pour it into a short glass. It was wider than a shot glass, but a similar height. It was perfect for his larger hands to hold. He wouldn’t be able to drop it unless he did so purposefully.

Bucky took the glass as you slid it across the counter and instantly took a sip. After swallowing, he exhaled loudly. “You know, you’re the first person to not kiss my ass since getting home,”

“That’s not very gentleman-like language, Barnes,”

“Well I am a soldier, never claimed to have the mouth of an angel,”

You decided to leave him alone for a moment, choosing to tend to the other customers at the bar. You’d poured a few refills of water or whiskey, and made a few martinis. Every now and again, you’d steal a glance at James. He sat on his barstool in his lonesome. In fact, it’s the first time you’ve ever heard nor seen the man alone in a place like this. He always brought a date. His elbows laid on the stained bartop, leaning into his arms. He seemed slightly tired, more reserved than the James you’d always heard of. Besides his arrival, you hadn’t seen him speak to anyone. A few people tried to spark some conversation. Their attempts always consisted of questions about the war or his friend Steve Rogers.

You’d heard rumors about Steve Rogers too.

Steve and James were a package plan. You couldn’t get one without also getting the other. Since they were young, they’d been attached at the hip. Steve had a dream of joining the army when the war began. His father was a soldier, and he wanted nothing more than to follow in those footsteps. However, he was skinny and sick. He got denied time and time again. When Bucky left, it was difficult for him. Not soon after, Steve was getting escorted by military officials around the city of New York. Many figured he finally got caught lying on his enlistment forms. Then one day, he’s in the paper 150 pounds heavier and with more muscle than you had seen in your entire life.

And now the man is a war hero. He’s a symbol of an American victory.

And James Barnes is still just James Barnes. Suddenly the outgoing, all eyes on him, ladies man was cowering behind the shadow of his best friend. Since they got home, he’d been avoiding all questions about Steve. Avoiding any Captain America-related questions.

“Pretty damn quiet over here, Barnes,” You mutter, leaning onto the bartop. He flashes a small smile your way, sitting up at your presence.

“Not much people want to talk about besides killing nazis. I’m kind of tired of acting like some hero, though. I’m not this high and mighty guy everyone acts like I am. The only difference between me and them is the uniform. I’m no hero, I’m just a man in a tan uniform acting like something I’m not,” Bucky spoke quietly, staring at his hands that were folded in front of him. His small smile had turned into a sad one, reflecting his tone of voice.

“Incredibly untrue, Sargent. See Tommy over there? The one with the red billiards stick. His Momma forced him to enlist. He lied on his forms and said he had asthma and a past with pneumonia so he wouldn't get through. Then he went back and told his Momma they rejected him so he couldn’t fight. He really just wanted to stay behind and keep smokin’ those damn cigars with his pals,” The story you told was true. It was again, just a rumor you’d heard, but once you served his sister a few too many imported wine glasses and she got to talking. By 10 p.m you knew all the family’s deepest darkest secrets. You’d never tell them, though. Unless, of course, it was to cheer up a handsome pouty soldier on a Tuesday night.

“Is that true?”

“Truer than the sky being blue,” You held out your pinky to the man, suggesting a pinky promise. He held out his finger with a smile, wrapping his around yours enthusiastically. “There is a difference between you and him. He didn’t want to fight because he was selfish. You fought and saved a hell of a lot of people in the process. You have a good heart, James. Don’t undervalue yourself,”

His sad smile was long gone, a simple memory. His laugh replaced his once somber, hushed voice.

“You feel like an old friend,”

“A lot of people say that when I give them booze,” You manage to laugh. He laughs right along with you. When he laughs, his eyebrows raise up and cause some wrinkles on his forehead. His hairline seems to raise up along with his brows which is entertaining to watch.

He smiles, “Not like that. I feel like I’ve known you. I know I’ve never met you as I said, I’d never forget a face like that. You just seem so familiar. Like I’ve known you for a lifetime and then some,”

“Are you calling me old, Barnes?”

“I’d never dare to talk about a beautiful dames age!” James chuckled at your insinuation. He knew you were joking, it was obvious that it was just how you were. He could tell you had thick skin by the banter you kept up.

“With all this talk about my looks, I’m starting to think I’m the next on the ‘girl’s I’d like to take dancing’ list,” You joked. Without him even asking, you decided to pour him more of his drink. Usually, you’d have to charge for a refill. Hell, you forgot to even charge him for the first drink. Yet, he’s a soldier returning home. If your manager gave you hell for it, you’d explain the special circumstance.

All the rumors you’d heard of this man seemed to be drifting away. You’d been told gossip; not truths. This man wasn’t just some womanizer with no regard for feelings. James Barnes was far from a man that didn’t believe love existed, only beauty. James Barnes wanted to be loved. He didn’t want to be held on a pedestal for all to worship and speak about. He wanted his flaws to be just as cherished as his perfections.

“I can add you to the list if you’d like. You would be the only occupant and I’m willing to take you dancing as soon as possible,”

“See you tomorrow at 6?” You took the bait. The more you two talked, the more interested in him you became. He bantered back and forth with you and didn’t get offended at your silly comments. He never once made an offensive comment towards you, which was something you were used to as a bartender. And it would be a crime not to take note of his beautiful eyes and charming smile.

He smiled.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,”

And to think, a few rumors was the start of this all.

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— 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 —

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI • summary: a double date at the drive in show is full of unexpected opportunity; • a/n: this was already in my drafts, so i hope it’s okay for what you wanted @reelovesbuckybarnes ! <3 • cw: explicit handjob, allusions to car sex; • pairing: 40s! bucky x f! reader

MAIN MASTERLIST

Even with the movie in full swing upon the screen, Bucky’s whispers in your ear were all you heard. Somewhere distant, you watched as the couple flashed bright on a black and white screen — Judy Garland looking gorgeous as ever, yet still not enough to keep your attention.

The only thing you cared for were the soft lips at your neck, breath so warm against your skin as your boyfriend continued his merciless tease. From the front of the car, neither Steve nor his date showed a single inclination of awareness, yet as Bucky left open-mouthed kisses at that one favourite spot —

A breath of laughter escaped you. It was better, at least, than a moan, but you still found yourself asking: “What if they hear us?”

Though of course Bucky Barnes wasn’t worried for that and smirked against your skin. The bastard actually smirked and just said “They won’t. And if they do, let them.” And with the words partnered with a nip of his teeth at your neck? You were fully convinced.

You clutched his hand tighter where they rested between you on the seat, fingers threaded through his. Indeed, you were sat so close that you only took up the left side of the bench, and if your other best friend knew at all what was happening behind him, he didn’t let on.

In any case, as Bucky’s hand slipped beneath the blanket shared across both your legs’, any thoughts of Steve were effectively silenced. There was only him, and his touch.

Tonight had been planned for a few weeks, now — this drive-in movie in the fairground park. The great expanse of land had been put to good use for a trend that was rocking the nation, and all around your car were other couples in theirs doing probably the very same thing.

Besides that, small groups of friends too searched for reprieve, if only brief, from the war. The greater world beyond the screen was only getting worse, and uncertain enough to not trust any promise of tomorrow. Not now, anymore.

For it was 1942 and the deaths kept coming, never ceased for a moment; but for a few short hours the worries were a problem more distant. One to walk with, perhaps.

So just as with near all of your outings in town, you and Bucky came here with Steve, too. The three of you were, after all, inseparable — rarely was there one without the other two, alongside them.

But tonight you and Bucky had actually set him up with a girl that you knew — sweet Ellie Jane from your hospital placement, a fellow nurse-in-training who was on the same program. Hopefully, you’d both be working for the war effort soon, and her and Steve had met a couple of times when he’d joined Bucky walking you home.

Before now, the most they’d indulged in yet was small talk, all polite. But so far as it looked, things were going well now.

Even if she’d likely eat him alive.

Bucky clearly noticed that too, and his shoulders shook with the effort of trying to hold back his laughter. It was so like Steve to be embarrassed from such eager female attention — and bless his heart, you could see it.

Just based purely on how often he wiped his palms on his knees, you knew the poor boy was done for.

But for now, both of their gazes were fixed completely on the great open screen, so it felt safe enough to do so when you grabbed hold of Bucky’s wrist. Slowly, so slowly, he’d been edging towards the waistband of your skirt and then lower, using the hand that had formerly been holding yours.

And this simply would not do.

“No,” you spoke beneath your breath, and his eyes were on yours, quickly searching. Concerned. But before he could ask what was wrong, you leaned up to his ear and whispered, “I want to take care of you.”

For those long seconds after as a music number boomed out from the speakers, you held his gaze. You watched, knowing all of his tells, the transition from relief to something much more intense.

That look would be the death of you as you released your hold on his wrist, and as he smirked you could see the quick jump of his pulse. His breathing visibly quicken.

“You do?” That whisper again — like he was somehow both amused and completely aroused. So you just nodded, softly biting your lip before kissing his mouth, begging quietly “Let me.”

And so as other couples around you laughed and whooped and watched the show, you dipped your hand beneath the plaid quilting and ran it along the hard length through his pants.

It was true — he really was hard, and it hadn’t taken much. Never did, with his girl. All it had taken was that first jolt of contact, until Bucky hissed a breath out through his teeth.

And was heard.

Steve didn’t turn from his seat, but he tossed the question over his shoulder nonetheless. “You guys alright back there?” he asked, voice piqued up a touch by amused curiosity. His date, meanwhile, was so absorbed by Gene Kelly that she didn’t seem to have heard either sound.

Now it was you who was laughing with your head to Bucky’s shoulder, as you stroked him through the fabric of his trousers. You wouldn’t let up even as he ground out an “All good,” his face set in a strained attempt at a smile.

Thank God it was dark.

You were well grateful for it, for the shadows shrouding the two of you from the others up front, as you reached your other hand for his buttons and deftly undone them in a few small moves. With all four windows fully down, a slight breeze toyed with the strands of his hair, and he looked like heaven as he shifted his trousers down enough for you to get to where he wanted you most.

Settled, Bucky’s own arm came around to your shoulder where it held you securely to him, and he kissed at your cheek, anywhere he could reach, soothing circles on the joint with his thumb.

With ease, you took him out of his boxers, your skin warm on his where you handled his cock. It was with your left hand that you felt him, worshipped him — with the other, you reached up and twined your fingers with his.

He tried not to move too much; couldn’t risk rocking into your touch, if he could help it. But as you settled back down against the bench seat with only him knowing what went on beneath the blanket, seeing your secret little smile as you turned your attention to the screen —

Oh dear fucking god.

Bucky knew it wouldn’t take much, not as you slowly fisted him, re-learning his shape. With one pump, two, first up to the head and then all the way back to the base; shifting your movements from torturous, slow, you then built up the pressure with a tough, firmer grip.

“Fuck,” he whispered to you, just to you, for you alone could hear him. You alone were privy to the sounds of his harsh, desperate breathing as his quick release threatened.

You alone could see him, could touch him like this, as you moved again, again.

And again.

You felt him nearing closer to climax as the hard length in your hand made its first, small spasm, and all the while Steve and Ellie both watched the screen as though you weren’t hand-fucking Bucky behind them.

With every subtle thrust of his hips up to meet you, you felt the bench seat almost shift, make a squeak. And you wondered only dimly how exactly his father would feel to know that this was what his son’s new car was used for.

But you fucking adored it.

“Doll, I can’t —” Then his words were cut off. He pressed his own fist to his mouth to keep quiet. The hand at your shoulder flexed against you and you knew he fought for composure. Knew he was ultimately losing that particular battle, and that he knew it, too.

You said nothing as you just let him ride it, let him buck up into you as you just worked him, in turn. Now gone from his mouth, he surrendered as he used that free hand to turn your chin towards his own face, instead.

Bucky then kissed you hard as though conveying what words couldn’t: How you sent him with the smallest, bare touch even when you weren’t trying to look that fucking good.

How hard and desperate he was now to be coming in your mouth, hand — anywhere he could.

And with his tongue against yours, just as warm as the fever of his skin — need swallowed you too. The weight of him in you, his cock in your palm, how responsive he was to the smallest of touches; the way that he ground out low moans of your name in the backseat of a car filled with two of your friends.

He groaned in your mouth and you took it, lived off of these sounds and the sight of him like this. And when he came? He came fucking hard, curses falling from his lips though he fought to keep quiet.

It was filthy, it was goddamn depraved that you fucked him with your hand while Steve and Ellie sat so close, and yet as Bucky came five minutes still remained before the movie’s end credits were up.

When they rolled, you just feigned innocence at Steve’s amused, knowing look at his friend: at how flushed his cheeks were, at the sheen of his skin; the subtle shake to him, those pupils blown wide.

Still, you would’ve accepted going out for a milkshake as suggested by Steve. It was just what you usually did when there was no other girl, and instead just the three of you out. This time, though, Bucky’s hand on your thigh gave you pause, and your pulse spiked higher.

You didn’t need to meet his eyes to know just how he felt; there was an ache between your legs that he was to blame for. That he’d help you with.

And indeed he clearly did have other, better ideas in mind as he answered with a nonchalant smile that surely did nothing to hide your intentions. “You two go on ahead, and we’ll catch you right up.”

An hour later, you did.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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God Bless the Inventor - 40’s AU series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,268

Synopsis: Howard comes up with a…new invention for his adventurous pals to try. Bucky’s devious wife has plans. Bucky is questioning his life choices.

Tags: 3k of femdom filth, anal play, fancy vibrators were invented by Howard I know, Subby baby buck, chubby bunny buck, man tears, oral (f!receiving), humiliation kink, weight gain TW if that’s not your thing, men in panties, overstim, SSR GANG, Peggy should’ve been gay and not a dumbass plot choice I loved agent Carter and stand by that, We Stan Dum Dum Dugan, Bucky and him wife are very much in love and supremely horny, praise kink, slight sub space

A/N: I wanted a thicker man in lingerie smh

Howard sat on the other side of his Art Deco living room, newly furnished from what you could tell. Bucky was next to you, a question furrowing his brow. His flesh arm was around your shoulders, the cutie would get touchy around Stark’s flirty demeanor. Regardless if they were best of pals.

You smiled and asked, “So what’s this new invention you want to pitch to us of all people?”

Howard’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief. He grinned and sat forward, extending his hands. The genius elaborated, “Well- it’s a bit of a strange idea, brought to my attention after seeing a housewife in dire need of,” he winked, “companionship.”

Bucky barked, “What the hell Stark? You comin’ onto us or something?”

You shushed him and gestured for Howard to continue his pitch. He laughed airily, pulling out some sort of sleek oblong thing— faintly in the shape of a prick with a ring on the end. Your eyes widened when it dawned, you gasped, “Howard! You made one of those sex toys?” Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan, thoroughly displeased.

Howard wagged his finger, “Nuh-uh-uh! It’s a ‘massager’! Good for working out sore muscles.”

You and Bucky shared a dubious look, then turned back to Stark. He slapped his knee and guffawed, “Yes of course it’s a vibrator! But the magic here is that it’s battery powered and,” he winked, “remote controlled for the partner!”

Bucky snorted, “What about the damn flying car Stark? Been waiting on that one since 42’.”

“It’s still under work!,” the man snapped.

You interrupted, “What then? You want us to try it out for you? Why can’t you do it on one of your two million dames?”

Howard slyly smirked, responding, “If the inventor says it’s good then what proof is that really? Just take it home, lube it up, come back to me so I can sell the patent. Stark Industries wouldn’t look good selling hysteria machines.”

Bucky sucked his teeth. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘can’t get a goddamn break with these SSR loons.’ You were already hooked by Howard’s pitch and toy. Poor Buck was going for the ride of his life sooner than later. You held out your hand and hummed, “I’ll bite, be back in a week. Hopefully I can leave you a glowing review, Howard.”

The excitable man jumped up and cheered, “Fantastic! You two will love it!” You grinned and let Howard peck your cheeks to Bucky’s consternation. Calling over your shoulder you joked, “Make sure Peg and her ‘roomie’ get a pair too huh Stark?” All three of you burst in to giggles after that, Bucky leading you out with a big hand on your waist.

Once strapped into the car Bucky had a strange look on his face. You purred, “Scared baby? This thing is preeeetty hefty.” He grumbled and turned the key into the ignition, ignoring your comment. You squeezed the plush layer over his strong thigh and said, “Poor Howie doesn’t know the trap he put you in Bucky-bear.”

“Tell me about it, sweets,” the brunette huffed.

Couple o’ days later

Bucky was sweating through his blazer, even in the chilly temperatures. You could see the perspiration beading on his upper lip, collecting on his temples. The man couldn’t stop shifting, tapping, grinding his teeth. Conversations went around the SSR members and their plus one’s, usually other significant others. Peggy had brought that sweet but brutally New Yorker ‘friend’ of hers, Angie.

Ray and Johnson kept away with nervous looks after the debacle at the last get together. You fondly remembered fucking Bucky into sweet submission that night. There would probably be a rehash soon if your poor husband didn’t cum all in his slacks. Which he probably would anyways, but that was okay.

Bucky was currently shoving his face with food to stop the nonsensical little noises he couldn’t hold back, passing them off as enjoying the meal. You smirked at the thought of the vibrating toy in his ass. Howard and oh goody, Dugan was in town! They ambled over greeting folks. Bucky’s eyes opened wide in fear. You knew that he knew Dugan was going to zero in on his bootcamp to field buddy.

“Barnes!,” Dugan boomed. Bucky dropped his food to sheepishly smile and get up on shaking legs. The mustachioed soldier pulled your husband into a hug, slapping his back heartily. Buck made a choking noise, rasping back a hello. Dum Dum manhandled Bucky backward to get a good look.

He patted Buck’s side and peered over a wide shoulder to joke, “Hello Missus Barnes! A sight for sore eyes! What’cha been feeding Sarge here? Lookin’ like pre-bootcamp dough boy Barnes!”

You could almost feel the mortification radiating off of your other half. Bucky’s face was a deep flush, him turning to look at you pathetically.

Down the vibrator went to zero in your pocketbook. Poor bear.

Dum Dum smiled happily, hugging the brunette again, whispering, “I’m so happy you’re okay man. Blessed, really.” Bucky gave a less strained smile at that, relaxing into the big man’s arms. “Missed ya’ too Dugan, lots.” Howard cooed, “How adorable! Let’s get the whole team together over in Europe.”

“I like New York thank you very much,” Buck deadpanned to a raucous of laughter. You sidled up to your husband, beaming. Dum Dum teased, “As long as she gets to go, gotta have some guts to keep Barnes tied down.”

Your lips quirked up, a hand sliding to palm Bucky’s ass while you purred, “I’ve got some steel under my frilly apron.” Bucky flushed and looked down, lamely replying, “She does, she does.”

The party went on a bit longer, people getting rowdy. You let Bucky get some much needed catching up with Dum Dum. His cheeky smile made your heart skip. Later on, Chief Dooley had to disperse the drunken men and Peg howling war songs. You laughed and clapped along with Angie, sharing a warm look.

Bucky was sweaty and disheveled by the time he was launched out of the circle into your arms. You caught his bulk, laughing and batting at your husband as he peppered you with wet kisses. He laughed, “C’mon you don’t want some lovin baby?” You scrunched your nose and giggled, “I always want your lovin sweetie, let’s get home Hm? Then we can take Stark’s toy for a real test drive.”

Bucky’s pupils blew at the implication, body going woozy in your arms. You eyed his needy expression, pushing back some fallen strands of dark hair. Nipping at his earlobe you hummed, “That was only level one baby, and you couldn’t sit straight.“ Bucky’s breath left him in a punched out groan, slumping into your smaller frame.

You gave his ass a tight slap and hollered, “I got the wheels this time Sarge!”

Making the rounds of goodbyes, Bucky was definitely rushing to get back home. Stark had a knowing gleam in his eye, giving you a wink behind your husbands back. Hugging the genius you thanked him.

Bucky, resigned and so, so horny followed behind like the pet pup he was. You deviously cranked the remote up another level, eyeing Bucky for the inevitable reaction. He yelped, legs spreading, arms flailing. You could hear the crunch of his metal hand on the door. Bear could hardly climb into the little two-door, so wracked with pleasure.

You cooed, “How’sit feel bear?”

Bucky’s cute nose was scrunched up as he whined out, “S’fulll m-my god, s’fuckin me up baby.” He was now rutting back against the car seat, whimpering needily. Bucky moaned, “So good, so good, fffuck!” You pulled the car forward, grinning helplessly. Oh how you loved your submissive little big boy. Bucky mewled and made to palm at his swollen cock, probably painfully smushed in those tight slacks of his.

He was too prideful to admit it, but you’d ordered some more clothes so Bucky would stop looking like he was shoved into his work suit. Stubborn bastard. You slapped his hand away and tutted, “We have to test out Howard’s device correctly dear.” You patted his plump cheek and added softly, “Can’t have your slutty dick get in the way can we now hm?”

Bucky’s tears were getting worked up but he dropped his dark head and whinged, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you crooned. Bucky shivered and seemed to relax at the praise. Bear loved his praise and coddling almost as much as he liked the humiliation. You’d get to that later.

Bucky was going mindless, humping and sucking on his bottom lip as he bounced in the seat. To be a bitch you taunted, “Had alot to eat tonight, don’t wanna bust your nice slacks dear.” He thinly whined and blushed, curling in but didn’t stop the movement.

Pulling into the garage Bucky ungainly hopped out and staggered over to you, opening the car door. You simpered, “Sweet boy, thank you, earning a lot of treats tonight.” He blubbered, “Really?” Thumbing his swollen slobbery lips you nodded, pecking them one time.

Bucky led the way, albeit slowly due to the vibrations dragging across his ass and the heavy weight of the plug on top of the prostate. You came from behind, like a jungle predator. From the gloom of the hallway you crooned, “Special drawer’s calling your name, bear!”

Bucky moaned frustratedly. You didn’t like that insolent tone, cranking it up to the highest power. There was a clank of his arm and throaty wail emanating from the darkened bedroom. You sped up to the scene, and my- what a scene you saw. Bucky was on his knees, blazer discarded and his fingers digging into the chest. You knew that was to keep him from touching his cock.

Bucky sniveled, “S’too much, baby baby, ah fuck baby! Can’t stop l-leaking mmmgh!” You moaned softly, clambering behind your shivery husband. Slowly you discarded his clothes, baring that adorable fluffy flesh to your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” you sighed.

You could hear the vibrator assaulting Bucky’s ass, pounding his poor sensitive prostate. Your sarge whimpered and mewled, definitely getting overwhelmed. You shushed him, pressing sweet kisses and praises to relax Buck. Your nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned the pants. You bit your lip bloody at Buck’s fat cock swollen and leaking all over his slacks and panties.

“Oh my, s’it milking you out sweet boy. You feelin’ sweet baby?”

You sucked in a breath, your pussy causing a slippery mess in your panties. You adjusted the sticky fabric with a strained whimper. God your husband was a work of art.

He nodded jerkily, leaning back onto your slim shoulder. Your hand caressed his damp chest and cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple. In slow terms you asked, “Buck, you got me?” Bucky was approaching fast if not already in that foggy space. He nodded slowly, blue eyes wearily opening.

You flipped his bigger frame around to back against the drawers. Bucky was so pliant it was like moving a rag doll, albeit a heavy one. He mewled upon seeing your face, “W-wan you so bad baby.” His cock spurt out more pre. Instinctively you slid your fingertip across the milky bead and sucked on it, Bucky crying your name.

Undressing the baby was an easy affair. Surveying his flushed skin, you figured a pink set would compliment the blush, pale stretch marks, his lips, and pretty pink nipples. Shaking yourself out of the horny catalogue you moved to open the drawer, snatching around until you found the lacy baby pink set. Bucky sighed and watched with hazy eyes.

You held it up to the befogged Bucky, watching his lax body begin to tremble in excitement. You teased, “Yeah pup, you’ll look like a dream.” One leg went in a hole at a time, Buck weakly lifting up his hips to slide the thin panties on. He cried out at the fabric caressing his full balls.

Next came the garter, Bucky’s least favorite part. You relished in it, watching the softness of his belly tighten and struggle to fit under the unforgiving straps. You snapped the waistband across his belly, Bucky whining and shaking his head. Palming his tummy you questioned, “Did you get get hard when Dugan mentioned you’d packed it on?”

Bucky’s red cheeks grew wet with tears as he sniveled, “N-no! God no, I w-was so embarrassed!” You surveyed his twitchy blues while you slid up the stockings and clipped them to the ill fitting garter. He kept looking down and away as if he was going to escape. You knew what that meant. Liar.

“Uh-huh baby, just say you like being my greedy plump housewife and I think you’d feel better.”

Click click.

The buzzing grew louder.

Bucky’s legs snapped open as he howled in ecstasy, hands pulling and ripping at anything in grasp. He sobbed, “S’not tr-true! M’gonna go train with Johnson.” He shivered and mewled again at the sensation of the vibrator. You cocked your head in amusement, crawling to sit between his thick thighs.

“I know you will baby,” you teased.

You upped the vibrator to the final setting, watching Bucky seize and wail helplessly. Your own pussy tightened more and leaked at the sight of the brunette’s panties growing a darkened stain. Your belly was awash with heat, could you actually cum from watching this? Poor Buck was huffing and squirming, unable to do anything but take it. You nibbled at his chest cooing, “S’that feel good? Color baby?”

“Green mmmm- oh god yes,” he yelled.

You didn’t want to give that unspeakable German bastard any credit but whatever he dosed Buck up with in Azzano did make your husband eager to cum as much as possible. Rolling with the punches, one would say. You cleared the thought by rambling dirty nonsense.

Detaching your mouth from a puffy nipple you cooed, “What’s gotten into ya’ baby? Being so good for me. Such a good little slut, lovin’ Howard’s fun toy up your whore ass like that.”

Your husband was too busy drooling and agreeing in sloppy disjointed ‘yesses’. He was far gone, maybe had one em’ before the overstimulation took over. You crowded closer into his bulky frame, breath fanning over heaving lips. Bucky mewled and chased your lips, hands twitching at his sides, obedient as ever.

You indulged the needy slut and grabbed a full cheek of his while taking his mouth. Bucky cried out, “Oh! Mmph!” You licked into his open mouth, twirling your tongue with Buck’s while swollen wet lips caressed your own. Your husband shuddered and shoved himself closer, rubbing his tits against your silky negligee.

You smoothed your hands down the brunettes plush sides, purring, “I know you’re feeling s’good baby, you loving all this? I mean lookit’chu, you’re a mess baby.” Bucky made an indignant noise, squirming underneath you. He managed to pant, “Luh’ it. M’so horny.”

Sweet Jesus you’d lucked out. Bucky was the perfect whore, all for you. His watery blue eyes, achingly wide- watched yours. Cheeks red, trembly lips, sweet belly twitching. The cherry on top was his cock just pouring rivers of cum. You palmed his bulge, gasping at how soaked it was.

In a frenzy you unclipped the garter, Bucky gasping in shock. He made an inelegant, “whuh?” Flipping the garter up, your shaking hands yanked down the ruined panties. Mouth running overtime you rambled, “Baby is wet, so wet, gonna give me one big one Hm? Gonna cum all over your wife like a good slut?”

Bucky nodded frantically, eyes scrunching shut. He cried, “Wet for y-you- ah! Touch my balls, pluh-please they’re so heavy for you! Hngh!” You nodded, biting your lip in ecstasy, the buzzing of the toy echoing on and on. You palmed and held onto the swollen sac.

“Jesus fuck baby!,” you swore.

He was all hot hot hot and swollen. That wouldn’t do. You squeezed and rolled them, thumbing down the seam. Spurts of cum hit your belly, Bucky throwing his head back with a wail of your name. The Sargeant babbled, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou G’nna cum so hard for you ma’am!” He sucked in a wet sob and violently trembled.

“Yeah babydoll, I know you’re full up, c’mon Buck, be my good houseslut and paint my fancy clothes, ruin me, pretty baby,” you rambled breathlessly.

Bucky’s balls tightened and drew up under your palm, cock shooting load after load onto your negligee. You cooed and praised him through it, your own orgasm coming out of nowhere. You gripped at the soft flesh on his belly, panting through your nose. Simple excitement from the show that was your husband. Fat tears and hefty sobs tore Buck’s throat as he emptied.

You scrambled to turn off the vibrator, Bucky’s crying already growing frantic. You eased it out of him and tossed the device across the wooden floor. Bucky cried and mumbled nonsense, itching to touch you. You purred, “S’good, c’mon and touch me Buckybear. Good damn boy.” The supersoldier wrapped up tight around you, strong fingertips embedded into your flesh.

Teary eyes searched yours as he begged, “Baby, sweets, oh, lemme’ eat you out please! Want you on my face!”

You grinned, a complete mess, and nodded. You rasped, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good boy, you deserved it.” You leaned back, bracing your elbows and spreading your legs for your needy husband. Bucky moaned, clambering onto his belly, big hands swallowing your thighs. He croaked, “Smell so good, my angel baby!”

“Have a taste Buckybear, sweet Jamie.”

Bucky lapped eagerly at your soppy pussy, eyes rolling at up the taste. He ate and sucked like his life depending on it, thick hips and thighs flexing against the hard floor. You threaded trembling fingers through his brunette locks, tossing your head back with a wanton cry. You blabbered, “S’good, keep it up baby.” Bucky shoved his tongue into your cunt, slurping and whining rudely.

So soon after your surprise orgasm, this was intense. All you could do was moan and whine your husbands name, riding his pretty fucking face. Bucky’s hands squeezed your thighs roughly, spreading you even wider. You cried, “Fuck sweetie! Yeah yeah that’s it!” He rutted harder, whining into your swollen pussy.

He suckled on your clit, interchanging with flicks of his tongue. Baby knew you like the back of his hand. Bucky looked up, adoration in his glossy eyes, slurring, “Love ya’ baby, pretty mama please please!” He slid a thick finger inside you, crooking the digit in quick motions. Your body arched and shivered, pussy convulsing and pushing out more and more slick.

Bucky gasped into your cunt, wordlessly wailing.

He’d cum— again. You curled around your husband, legs caging in his dark hair. Pleasure and overspent nerves overtook your flesh, making reality fizz away for God know’s how long.

You came to, cuddled with your baby in a heap on the floor, Bucky laying reverent kisses on your jaw. You gripped his soft cheek and pulled the sweetest man alive to your lips, moaning a raspy, “Love you.”

Later that night

“Yeah, so, Howard- I will give a glowing review.”

Howard’s brash laugh echoed on the other end of the line. He purred, “I take it Barnes enjoyed the treat?” You grinned and looked over to your husband, diligently rearranging and cleaning his gun. You giggled, “Oh very much so Stark.” Bucky barked from across the room, “What does he want?”

You laughed, “Sorry gotta go Howie, talk to you later, you scoundrel!”

Suspicious blue eyes stared at you, making you fall into a fit of giggles. Poor baby bear.

#40’s au #chubby!bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #Bucky barnes x reader #sub!bucky #Bucky barnes smut #the Other Kink slipped thru again maybe I’ll convert someone today #I love Howard Stark he’s my manic baby

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The Girl and Her Golden Boys

⇨ Chapter One: The Bells

♡ Pairing: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, 40’s!Platonic!Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

♡ Chapter Summary: You find yourself back in your hometown, unfortunately it’s for the passing of Sarah Rogers. You meet up with your boys, as it’s been awhile since you’ve last seen them.

♡ Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of parent death

Italics are flashbacks

You hadn’t gotten through a full year of Boarding School, when you had heard Sarah Rogers had passed. Growing up she had raised you when your Father was absent, which was a lot of the time. She became the Mother figure you needed, being a girl and all, it was important to have a woman guide you. Hearing that she had passed was devastating, feeling like you were losing your true Mother all over again.

Your Father had picked you up, and the two of you were now headed to the funeral. Silence filled the car, not many words ever spoken between him and you, that’s just how things were after your Mom had died. The usual tension that came with the silence, wasn’t noticed by you, as your mind swirled with thoughts. Specifically, Steve Rogers.

Your heart ached for him, knowing how badly he must be hurting. Losing a parent was a bond being torn, and no matter the years gone by, you will always wonder if they’ll come back. If maybe, just maybe— that bond will amble.

You knew it was vital that you be here for Steve, knowing what it like to lose a parent, you would try and make sure he didn’t lose himself like you did.

Steve was your first friend in school. Fourth grade, you remember a tiny boy tripping through the doorway of your school, his books flying everywhere, pages folding unnaturally.

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You were quick to collect his books, and help him back to his feet, pulling him to the side to dust off his now dirtied pants. He was slightly embarrassed, watching you clean him off like his mother would. You on the other hand, didn’t realize you were crossing a line, instead acted out of pure instinct.

“T-thanks… My shoes are a little too big. Hard to walk in them sometimes.” He told you bashfully.

“That’s okay, you’ll grow into them eventually,” You assured him, sticking out your hand, “I’m (Y/n)!”

Steve smiled at your kindness, grabbing your hand with a shake.

“I’m Steve, happy to meet someone nice on the first day of school.”

“I know it’s scary, but you’ve got me now! I promise I won’t let you trip… Again.” You declared, handing him his books back, all stacked nicely.

Steve giggled and smiled, excited that he had found a friend.

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Steve had become more of a brother to you as you two had grown. Although you two didn’t get along as well as you first did, you two still loved each other and would never go to bed angry. At least, that’s what Sarah would tell us.

The car halted to a stop, alerting you that you had arrived at the cemetery. Knots formed in your stomach suddenly, Sarah’s passing fully hitting you now. You wanted to stay strong for Steve, you didn’t want him to see you upset. You wanted the focus to stay on Steve, he was the one who deserved all the love today. But the closer you were getting to the group of sniffling people, your walls started to crumble.

You scanned the small crowd, spotting Steve standing next to Bucky. You had a good assumption Buck was trying to convince Steve to stay with him and his family, but Steve being stubborn, you knew that was going to be war.

You smiled at the closeness of the two, the brother bond always warming your heart. Steve needs someone like Bucky, and Bucky needs Steve just as much.

Before you were away at Boarding School, you were here with the boys. It was you three versus the world, going on adventures, getting in trouble, and sometimes getting hurt together. You didn’t care what mess you got yourselves into, as long as it was one of them that was putting the bandaid on.

Quietly letting your Father know you were headed over to the boys, you walked silently, keeping your head down, trying to swallow down the lump forming in your throat.

You stopped some feet away, glancing at the both of their glum faces. You started towards Steve first, not saying a word as you embraced him in a tight, needed hug. Steve closed his eyes, relishing in your comforting embrace that he had missed so much. He patted your back appreciatively, both of you stepping away from each other.

“Let me guess, you’re here to say you’re sorry for my loss too.” Steve mumbled sarcastically, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

Frowning at his words, you fiddled with the ends of your dress, and cleared your throat.

“I don’t think anything I say is going to make you feel better right now. I’m here because my friend needs me, that’s it.” You explained softly, watching his eyebrows raise slightly in appreciation.

Steve opened his mouth to respond but his eyes went dull again, and he closed it. Attempting to blink away the oncoming tears, he excused himself, choosing to stand farther away to give himself a moment.

You watched with worried eyes, not wanting to let him walk away, but knowing that he needs time to himself.

“You being here means the world to him, ya know.” Bucky spoke finally, breaking your gaze from Steve. You met his eyes and forced a smile, walking towards him slowly.

He opened his arms, caging you in his protective embrace. You looped your arms around his lower back, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. Your face was smushed into his chest, but it didn’t stop your eyes from tearing up, your nose burning.

“I’m trying to be strong for him but… It’s h-hard.” You whimpered out, your voice wavering by the end.

Bucky rubbed your back soothingly with one hand, while the other cradled the back of your head.

“I know Doll, I know. You can let it out.” He whispered, holding you tight as your body shook with quiet sobs.

Bucky always had this this effect on you, he was able to bring your guard down. You blamed it on the fact that his embrace always felt so safe, always feeling like it was just you and him. Bucky was the oldest and protected you and Steve growing up, of course you saw him as a hero. But you knew there was something deeper to the connection, but you never spoke up about it. You valued the friendship too much to risk putting your feelings out there.

Your sobs died down, just as quick as they had started. Bucky’s aura alone, making you feel better.

“Thank you Buck.” You mumbled into his chest, and he chuckled.

“No need, you know I’m always here for you.” He told you, making you lift your face from his chest to meet his gaze.

“I know.” You whispered, smushing your face back into his chest, wishing you could stay here forever.

Approaching footsteps got both you and Bucky’s attention. Glancing to the direction where they came from, Steve was walking back, wiping his eyes dry.

Breaking apart from Bucky, you focused back on Steve.

“Hey Stevie, ya ready?” You asked him softly.

Steve knew you were talking about the burial, which he didn’t feel he’d ever be ready. But he glanced to you, then to Bucky and he felt safe. He wasn’t alone, he had his family right here.

“I guess.” Steve muttered, starting to walk but slowed his pace when he felt you intertwine your fingers through his.

You and Steve were hand in hand, when suddenly you felt your right hand being laced with Bucky’s fingers. Glancing over to him, you met his soft eyes, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Steve watched from the far left as you and Bucky gazed into each others eyes for a split second, and for the first time today, Steve smiled.

The three of you all made your way to the small crowd, holding hands, keeping each other grounded.

As long as you had each other, everything was going to be okay.

A/N: 40’s buck and steve hold such a special place in my heart and i felt i had to start a series set in the 40’s. a lot of this series i want to be domestic stuff, but eventually it will be full of drama and hydra EWW. i’m excited to see where this might go, let me know what you think🤍

#reader insert #light angst #fluff #buckybarnes #marvel imagines #bucky x female reader #marvel cinematic universe #bucky x y/n #steve rogers #pre serum steve #40s steve rogers #40's Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes angst

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The Fate's Design

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader Summary: Flower, gleam and glow, let your powers shine Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine Heal what has been hurt Change the fates' design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine, what once was mine...

"I know you," Wanda whispers, eyes narrowing at the former Winter Soldier.

"How? How do you know him?" Steve questions.

Wanda turns to Steve and her head turns in confusion mixed with vague recognition. She shuts her eyes and tries to remember the flickers of your memories. Her eyes whirl open and Steve is no longer just Steve.

She's never put the two together, but Steve's face is still the same as it was in the 1940's.

"I don't - I don't understand. How?"

"How, what, Wanda?" Steve asks, a hint of urgency in his question.

"How do you think you know me?" Bucky simultaneously demands.

"Perhaps we give her a moment?" Vision suggests, a worried expression painting his face as he watches Wanda's face contort trying to reason whatever she'd just recognized.

"I never realized before." She looks to Steve. And she's right, he's not just Steve anymore. It's almost like she unlocked a new, deeper understanding of Steve Rogers. "Your face. It's still the same."

"My face? Wanda, please, just try to explain," Steve gently urges.

"I don't know her name. She knew you two. She knew you well," she explains, her eyes flickering to meet Bucky's hardened stare.

"Who?" Bucky quietly seethes, his fist clenching under Wanda's scrutiny.

"I don't know her name."

Her name, is all Steve hears.

Despite finding and getting Bucky back, Steve's refused to hope that you'd come back too. That wasn't how the world worked, he couldn't have two miracles.

It wouldn't happen.

Just because he lost you two in the same place didn't mean you'd both get to come back. He refused to believe, to let that hope rise in his chest. But for one short second, his will power breaks and he's hoping again.

"Wait here," he commands, before quickly rising out of his seat and wordlessly bolting to his room.

He takes a deep breath as he opens his door and immediately looks to the box underneath his desk. He feels an immense guilt that the only commemoration of your life resided in a small box gathering dust in his room. Not even Bucky knew about the box.

He was to blame for the world not knowing about you, for there not being anything to honor the amazing life you'd lived.

He gently dusts the lid before carefully opening the box. There's a frame at the very top - the last picture of you he recovered, also the last one you'd ever taken. There weren't many things that survived once he went into the ice, and even fewer photographs. Most of you and Steve together. Some with Bucky. And a few alone.

In spite of all the guilt and sorrow, he smiles thinking about you.

You're standing in an alley, pressed against the exposed brick wall by a man you were speaking to in the diner.

The man approached you inside and showered you in uncomfortable, borderline inappropriate compliments and talked to you for quite some time. You were really just trying to be nice, but the man was clearly not taking the hint that you just weren't interested. Not as you try walking away. Not as you subtly push his hand away from you for the dozenth time. Not in the tight smile he keeps asking to see.

You worked at the diner a few times a weeks to earn some money to keep you and Steve afloat. Keeping that in mind, you kept a smile on your face and held your tongue, only because you really didn't want to lose this job knowing how hard a decent job was to come by. And that Steve was already working harder than he should trying to keep you two comfortable.

While the man was still talking your ear off, you were just hoping Steve wouldn't take much longer.

But the longer you waited, the more forward the man became.

A little too forward for your taste.

So you excused yourself, saying that you needed to go home. Still the man persevered, offering you his arm to walk you home. You politely declined, but he just kept forcefully insisting. You caved, figuring you'd just leave him at some random address or apartment building.

You're only a few steps into your walk, but the man wastes no time before pulling you into the alley right next to the diner.

With a nervous chuckle, you try to pull away. To deescalate while getting as far away from this man as possible.

One hand right by your head, the other tightly gripping your waist. His hand bunches around the fabric of your skirt, incrementally lifting it.

You slap his hand away, but then he wraps his hand around your wrist. His hot breath is in your ear whispering how he knows how much you want him, that you can drop the act. It sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

Your head recoils as his mouth tries to catch yours. You turn to see your brother squinting his eyes trying to see who's in the alley, the man's lips falling on your cheek instead. Steve calls your name in recognition. "I'm fine, Stevie. Go back inside."

The man's grip tightens again bringing your attention back to him. "Now, where were we?"

"You were about to let me go," you grit, feeling entirely fed up.

The man predatorily strokes your face, his other hand going for the waistband of your skirt. "Come on, I see you the guys you hang around. Can't I get some of that?"

Before you can think, you're striking him across the face, "How dare you? Let me go."

Now, his hold on your arm has turned into a furious death grip. He seethes, "You bitch."

You hear Steve call your name again. You turn to your brother who's now making his way down the alley, fist clenched. You shake your head and with your free hand you wave him away. "I can handle this, Stevie. Go back inside."

The man's grip on your wrist tightens again, this time you can't help the wince that leaves your mouth. Steve doesn't miss that. "You heard the lady. Beat it."

Steve puts his hand on the man's shoulder, trying and failing to shove him away from you. "I think you need to let my sister go."

"Stevie, don't. I'll be fine."

But he doesn't listen and you already know how this is going to go. You've seen this dozens of times, tended to Steve's wounds from fights he refused to back down from.

An involuntary scream rips from your throat when you see the man's fist viciously connect with Steve's face. You're trying to separate the two, but the man roughly shoves you out of the way. This only spurs Steve on.

You hit the wall, but the second you recover you're back up trying to pull the man away from your brother. You're almost successfully between them when you see him running down the alley.

Like all those times before, he's saving Steve from another fight.

You see Bucky's fist fly at the man, though this time the man backs down. Bucky's yelling all kinds of warning and threats as the man runs away. Bucky turns to the two of you, an unamused and disapproving look on his face.

Steve wipes the blood away from his mouth and nose, "I had that."

"You know, sometimes I think you like getting in fights," Bucky quips, ignoring Steve's comment.

"He was being disrespectful. I couldn't just let him talk to my sister like that. You should've seen how he was grabbing at her," Steve grumbles.

"If I would've, I wouldn't have let him walk so easily," Bucky assures him, his eyes briefly flickering to you.

"It's my job to protect my little sister," Steve stubbornly insists.

"I told you I had it," you scold, ignoring Bucky entirely.

"He was hurting you," Steve argues. "I saw him."

"Are you hurt, Doll?"

You ignore Bucky's question, shaking your head at Steve. At his willingness to defend you in fights he knows he can't win. All for the sake of protecting you.

Bucky looks at you up and down, trying to discern if he needs to go after that guy and really lay into him. You're not hurt, not really. Your wrist will probably be a little sore tomorrow, but except for your dirty dress, you're thankfully unscathed.

Still, Bucky sees the way you're holding your wrist, he gently takes your hand and inspects it. "That's why I smacked him. There's no need for you to defend my honor, Stevie. I'm perfectly capable of that myself. The next shot was in between the legs."

"Remind me not to disrespect you," Bucky exhales forcefully, his eyes playfully wide.

His hold on your wrist is hard to ignore, and it's even harder to ignore the gently sweet kiss he presses on your wrist's pulse point.

You roll your eyes and pull your hand away from him, ignoring the way it made your heart race.

Bucky's always flirted with you, always. Most of the time you playfully flirted back, not knowing if he was being serious or not. This was one of those times. You laugh as Bucky's arm wraps around your shoulder. "Don't they know not to mess with my girl. I already told you and most of Brooklyn that I'm going to marry you one day. Mark my words."

You just laugh him off. You don't believe that he's being serious and that this isn't just the smooth talker you've known your whole life. "And I told you not to make promises you can't keep."

"Oh, I intend to keep that promise. Even if I have to beat off all the men of Brooklyn-"

"And how many times have I told you two to stop flirting with each other?" Steve complains, placing himself in between you and Bucky.

You roll your eyes. "He started it."

"I can finish it too," Bucky quips.

"Down, Bucky," you playfully order. "Before Steve tries to beat you up too."

Bucky simply laughs and the three of you start walking to your neighborhood.

By the time you make it to your doorstep, the adrenaline from Steve's fight has died down and it's comfortably silent as you make your way up the porch. You murmur a goodbye to Bucky who still wears a flirty grin on his face. You roll your eyes, and with a wink and a dramatic hand he blows you a kiss before you walk up the porch steps.

In spite of his already swelling eye, Steve narrows his eyes in warning at Bucky, eliciting a breathy laugh from Bucky.

You fish your key out of your bag and with a hand on Steve's shoulder, you guide him inside, "Come on, Stevie. I gotta get some ice on that eye before it swells any more."

"I told you to stop calling me that," he grumbles. "No one takes me seriously when you call me that."

"I'm sorry," you playfully sigh. "You'll just always be Stevie to me, my little big brother."

Steve carries your picture back to the table where everyone has a shared concerned look on their faces. Except for Bucky, who looks downright murderous.

His thoughts are similar to Steve, he can't bring himself to hope that you survived.

And if you did, and Wanda did know you, then your situation was probably no different than Bucky's. And honestly, he wasn't sure which was worse yet. But he did know that the latter caused those violent feelings to burn in his chest again.

"Who's that?" Nat asks, nudging her head toward the frame Steve tightly clutches.

"My sister," Steve exhales, gently laying the frame down in front of Wanda. "Is this her?"

Wanda sharply inhales, though the picture is weathered and marred by age, she recognizes your face instantly. Her eyes water with guilt as she looks at the picture. "Yes."

"Hold the phone, you don't have a sister," Tony interjects.

"I do," Steve absently nods, his mind racing trying to process what any of this means. "She's only a few years younger, but that's her, my sister."

"How do we not know this? Surely, there is some record of her existing somewhere. If you had a sister, I'd know about it," Tony insists.

"You wouldn't actually," Steve remorsefully admits. "It wasn't safe for her. Things happened to her because people knew who she was. I had all records of her erased. Her memory lived and died because of me."

"She's beautiful," Nat comments, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder to comfort him.

Bucky can't look away from your picture, it had been years since he'd seen your face. He didn't even know Steve had anything of you left, but the image still remained as vivid as ever. It still felt like just yesterday. "Most beautiful girl in all of Brooklyn."

"The expo was amazing," you comment, your arm interlocked with Bucky's as you walk through the dimly lit streets. "Though I am surprised you didn't bring a date."

"And what do you think you are?" Bucky teases. "What do I need another girl for when I've got the most beautiful girl in Brooklyn on my arm?"

"You hush before Stevie hears you," you laugh, knowing how badly your brother reacted to you and Bucky.

How many times he's lectured both you and Bucky about flirting with each other. And in spite of your assurances that you and Bucky were just teasing, Steve never quite accepted that.

Bucky's playfully eyes widen, "Well, we don't want that now, do we? He's already threatened me about leading you on before I leave."

"Then what are you doing here?" you coyly ask.

"But I'm not leading you on. The second I come back I'm going to put a ring on the pretty little finger," he swears, gently grazing your ring finger.

"Are you now?" you ask with a teasing tone and an eyebrow raised.

"I am."

It's quiet for a moment, the two of you are just aimlessly walking the streets arm-in-arm. Steve's with the date that Bucky got for him, leaving the two of you alone for once.

And melancholy tugs at your heart as you think about how much you're going to miss him, even worse, it terrifies you to your core that he may not come back. "What's wrong, Doll?"

"Nothing," you lie, though you're not sure why you even bother when you two have known each other long enough to know when the other wasn't being honest. Bucky shoots you a knowing look. You and Bucky you're practically kindred spirits, twin flames. Though your friends would use the word soulmates. You stop walking and grab him by the lapels. He offers no resistance to lower himself and meet your eyes. "You just better come back to me, alright?"

He rests his hands on yours. "I will. Promise."

"I swear, James, if you don't - I will bring you back just to kill you all over again."

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, he whispers, "I will."

Your hands loosen on his lapels, but he doesn't move away from you.

It's like one of those sappy romance movies. Time has suddenly stopped. Your breaths are coming harder and you're moving closer so slowly that you're not even sure who's moving.

At first, your lips just gently graze his. He's not even really sure that you just kissed him. He reconciles that this is his last night, and while he makes these promises to you, there's no guarantees in this life. So he goes for it, takes what he's wanted his entire life. He crushes his lips to yours, willing you to feel every burning emotion with intense sincerity. His hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands move to the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer.

You know that this isn't smart, doing this the night before he leaves. You're risking tearing yourself apart, breaking your own heart into a million little pieces, and yet you don't care. Not for one second. You move so naturally against Bucky, and he's never felt more right than at this very moment.

It isn't until some drunks behind you start wolf-whistling at you two that you pull away.

"Alright, show's over," Bucky shouts to the drunks across the street, but then he turns back to you. His blue eyes glimmering with naive hope and wistful promises. You look at Bucky, who's shockingly just as breathless and flushed as you are. And honestly, it's nice to know you affect him as much as he does to you. "Well, now I definitely have to come back."

"I don't understand. You have a younger sister. You somehow got rid of all evidence that she existed. And somehow Wanda knows her?" Tony prompts, clearly frustrated at the lack of reasoning in this entire scenario that he's not quite convinced is real.

"Which brings us back to that, Wanda?"

"It's...complicated."

"Well, then figure it out," Bucky demands, his hand slamming down on the table.

Steve rests his hand on Bucky's shoulder trying to calm him down, but also trying to tame his own rage and self-loathing. "Wanda, please."

She shakily nods, staring at the frame still sitting in front of her. Taunting her. Punishing her. "I don't know when she arrived. She was simply there when my brother and I arrived. On the ice, like you," she nods to Bucky. "They didn't take her off very often. She was considered a failed experiment."

"Failed? Failed how?" Steve quickly questions.

"Failed by HYDRA standards," she corrects. "She couldn't fight like Pietro and I. They only let her out when she was absolutely needed."

"And what did they need her for?" Bucky grits, both his hands curling into fists from unbridled rage.

Wanda's nervous, explaining this next part will not be easy and she knows that she may not get forgiveness for what she'd done. "She was a healer. Only when someone important was hurt would they take her out. She healed my brother once."

The nervousness on Wanda's face leads Bucky to believe there's more, something else that she's not saying. "What else?"

Wanda's voice breaks, remembering the absolute agony she put you through. "They made me. I had no choice."

"Made you what?"

"I- I don't- It's hard to explain."

"What did you do to her?" Bucky snaps.

"She was useful to them. They just had to bend her to their will."

"To their will?" Bucky seethes.

"Wanda, it's okay. We just need to know what happened. We don't blame you," Steve gently assures her.

"Speak for yourself," Bucky angrily remarks.

"Not helping," Steve hisses, still holding down Bucky in his seat.

Tears flow down Wanda's cheeks as she explains. She's not sure what they did before she arrived, but they used Wanda to torture you, psychologically torture. She shudders remembering the first time she looked in your head. All the happy memories of Steve and Bucky. Some that were so locked away she couldn't justify trying to reach them.

When Wanda arrived, you believed your brother was dead. And it wasn't long before Bucky escaped. When he escaped, they told you that he was dead and it was your fault. A punishment for even thinking about escaping. You swore you hadn't. You wouldn't dare. You begged and pleaded with them to try to bring him back. But they assured you that you couldn't fix him.

Wanda's job was simple: she'd project the image of Steve and Bucky in your head. Sometimes one, sometimes both. It was an elaborate lie they'd created. Steve and Bucky would run into your cell, they'd tell you they were there to rescue you. You'd cry, knowing it wasn't real. Then the image would turn hideous, Steve and Bucky would shout at you, scream and blame you for their deaths. You'd go back into the ice crying and pleading to see them, that you were sorry and you'd never try to escape again. Sometimes you'd just beg Wanda to kill you.

"Where is she?" Bucky demands, almost shooting up out of his seat.

"Barnes," Tony warns, jumping in to defend Wanda. "She wouldn't know that."

"You don't know what she knows. She kept this from us," Bucky accuses, holding back not an ounce of his vitriol.

"I didn't know. Those aren't my memories. It's difficult to keep track of. I swear."

"Bucky, let's just take a breath. Okay?" Steve mutters under his breath. He knew this wouldn't be helpful, that this would not bring you back any faster.

"Is she even alive?" Bucky asks, ignoring Steve and staring at Wanda with a murderous glare.

Wanda definitely nods once. "Yes. The last time I saw her she was alive."

Steve sees the way Bucky's heart is breaking all over again. It's the same look on his face the day you were kidnapped. The day you were killed. Steve pulls on Bucky's arm, guiding him away from the table. "Bucky, let's take a walk."

Bucky wrenches his arm from Steve's hold, "No, we need to find her."

"I'll get started on locating any bases. Just go take a breath," Tony instructs.

This time when Steve pulls him away, Bucky reluctantly lets him. He staggers out of the building, the crisp fall air doing nothing to calm him down. They've trailed the entire path of the Compound and still neither of them have said anything, only allowing the quiet crunch of the gravel to fill the silence.

"I miss her too, you know," Steve says, finally breaking the silence.

"I've always wondered why it was me. Why I survived and she didn't."

"I've wondered that myself," Steve admits and Bucky shoots him an incredulous look. Steve chuckles, before clarifying, "I meant for myself. When I woke up, out of the ice. I wondered why it wasn't her. Why I got a second chance and she didn't. Or in the museum, why she didn't have anyone remembering her."

"She'd give you so much crap for that, man," Bucky reluctantly chortles.

"I know she would," Steve laughs. "There isn't another person in the world that gave me as much sass as she did."

"Stevie, her little big brother," Bucky playfully reminisces.

"Oh, please don't bring that into this century."

You were undoubtedly confused when you got the notice that you were being transferred. Not a single person could tell you why or how, or even about the team you were being transferred to.

You were a damned good medic, but you wouldn't say you were all that much better than any of the other volunteers. But for some reason, you were chosen for this allegedly super important team.

You agreed immediately.

You wanted to do whatever it took to help the men that were serving your country. Every man you helped, every life you helped saved, you imagined Steve and Bucky. You'd seen Steve the day the serum was administered, but now his time was scarce. You didn't even know where he was most of the time. And he told you even less. You had no clue where they were, what they were doing, if they were okay.

You were all but left behind.

So when you showed up to your new assignment, you weren't quite sure why you were so surprised to see Steve and Bucky.

You'd been caught red-handed. Though you knew that theoretically you did nothing wrong, you also knew Steve wouldn't agree. You knew he'd be upset you didn't tell him, even more upset that you were involving yourself at all.

Steve had not a clue that you volunteered yourself as a medic, at least not until he caught wind of your name. It was a night where Steve and Bucky were drinking at a local bar, enjoying one of their very few nights off.

Then they heard another soldier vulgarly describing the medic that helped save their life, Steve guffawed, but said nothing. Until he heard your name. Steve jumped to defend your name with Bucky behind him to make sure Steve didn't do anything too stupid.

And the very next morning, he went to go find out everything possible about what you were up to.

"Hey, Stevie," you awkwardly wave when you walk into the building.

"Don't 'Hey, Stevie', me. What were you thinking?" he furiously demands.

"Did I do something wrong?" you question.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

He sounds hurt. Hurt and concerned that you could've somehow gotten hurt. That if somehow someone found out that you were Captain America's little sister, there would be a target on your back.

"There was nothing to tell!" you insist, scoffing at his hypocrisy. "I didn't do anything different than you and Bucky, so why am I getting scolded like a child?"

"You're getting scolded like a child because you're acting like a child!"

"How?" you exclaim. "Because I wanted to do something other than twiddle my thumbs waiting for you two to come back?"

"You're getting scolded for lying!" Steve emphasizes.

"You're such a hypocrite, Steve. You didn't tell me about the experiment until the day before it was done," you point out, refusing to back down. "How is what I did any different?"

"Bucky, can you please back me up here?" Steve asks, an exasperated expression on his face.

Bucky's eyes bounce between you and Steve. He'd always hoped that no matter what this would never change. The dynamic the three of you had, the way you and Steve would endlessly bicker like children. The way you and Bucky bickered like an old married couple. Anyone else would think that the three of you hated each other, but the last few months only cemented how lost you three would be without the others."Come on, Steve. You can't ask me to go against my girl."

"Oh," one of the other men chime in, taking a step forward to greet you. "You're Bucky's girl? It's a good thing you're here then. He never shuts up about you."

And possibly for the first time in your life, you see Bucky get flustered. His cheeks slightly darken when he realizes the consequences of his big mouth.

You two have always tip-toed around your feelings. Except for when he kissed you the night that he left, you were never sure that the flirting was anything more than just talk.

Bucky knew that.

He liked to make you flustered, to keep you on your toes. But he'd always meant every word he said, even if you didn't know that.

Since you two were children he knew that you were the one for him. Eventually the game of cat and mouse would end, but this moment was one he'd never planned for. Now, he was the one flustered, he was the mouse and that wry smirk on your face told him that you weren't going to let that go.

"Oh, is that right?" you tease. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

"'Timothy," the man replies sticking out his hand to shake.

"No one calls you Timothy," Bucky scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Just beautiful women," the man easily replies, winking at you.

"Watch it," Bucky warns.

"Hey," Steve objects simultaneously.

You smirk at Bucky as you shake his hand. "Well, Timothy, what exactly has Sergeant Barnes' said about me?"

The man playfully scoffs, a mischievous grin on his face, "What hasn't he said? He tells us all the time, his girl is the most beautiful girl in New York. How he's always fighting off all the men of Brooklyn."

"All the men of Brooklyn? Really?" you sarcastically remark, your eyes flickering back to Bucky.

"Well, we didn't believe him until now. He told us that he's going to marry you the second he gets back home."

"Did he say that?" you ask, your eyes never leaving Bucky's.

Bucky finally steps in, pulling you away from him. "All right. That's enough."

"No, I want to hear more about this," you insist, a laugh bubbling out of your mouth as you step out of Bucky's grasp.

And then you realize you've gone too far, when he says, "He said you're the best kiss he's ever had."

You, Steve, and Bucky all freeze at the revelation. You and Bucky were never planning on telling Steve about that night, and if you ever did, it certainly wouldn't have been when Steve was already upset with you and definitely not from a person that wasn't you or Bucky.

And like his pig-headedness and his physical features, his protectiveness over you increased tenfold.

"He said what?" Steve demands.

The man freezes, realizing the teasing is over now.

"Stevie, it's not a big deal," you insist, stepping in front of him.

The other man makes some offhanded remark about needing to go do something and briskly walks out of the room, sensing that this next moment isn't going to be pretty.

"You kissed my sister?" Steve booms, taking a large step toward Bucky.

"Stevie, it's fine," you insist. "I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions."

Bucky isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He doesn't feel bad about kissing you. He thinks it one of the best decisions he's ever made.

But Steve has definitely never been this angry with him, and Steve's also never been able to actually beat him up. It puts him in a tough spot.

Steve takes another large, anger-filled step toward Bucky, who looks prepared, if not a little scared, to take whatever Steve doles out. Before any fists start flying between the two friends, you're stepping between the two of them, preventing Steve from approaching Bucky.

"Steve," you say his full name. He stops, his eyes snapping down at you. You never use his real name, so when you do, he knows you're not playing around. "Stop it."

"We're not done with this conversation," he threatens, looking more at Bucky than at you.

"Sure, Stevie, whatever you say," you appease, rolling your ease. "Now let's get back to work. Or did you just drag me down here to yell at me?"

"Funny," he mocks. "You'll be with my team."

"Doing?" you ask with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, you're a volunteer medic, right?"

You sigh, your shoulders dropping when you realize Steve's overbearing, almost insulting, plan: to keep you in his sight at all times. "Don't you guys need a real doctor? With a fancy degree and all that?"

"We have one," Bucky interjects, still keeping one eye on Steve. "But we could use all hands on deck."

"You just keep your hands to yourself," Steve abruptly warns Bucky.

"Come on, Stevie," you plead, and with your best puppy-dog expression you nudge him with your shoulder. "My little big brother."

"I'm literally taller than you," he exhales, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You jokingly tap the side of your temple. "It's in here that counts."

But you don't put up any more opposition, if only to appease Steve, who makes no attempt to hide his displeasure with Bucky the entire time you're helping his team. Mission after successful mission, you're there patching the men up.

Most of the time, it's Steve with a few minor cuts and scrapes. When you have to patch up Bucky, Steve watches the two of you like a hawk. He doesn't ever look away making sure that nothing untoward is happening between you two.

Each time you sigh at Steve and remind him that you are two grown adults in full control of their faculties, that you and Bucky aren't just going to lose all self control and attack each other.

Steve won't hear any of it.

It's a dramatic shift in your group dynamic. You and Bucky are never allowed to be alone together, you're barely given any time to talk to him at all. Steve's two primary focuses are keeping you two apart and serving his country and he does both with an unheard of gusto.

That is until Peggy Carter enters the room, then Steve turns back into your little big brother.

You like Peggy, being the only two women on the team brings you two pretty close together. In fact, the night before a new mission starts, the entire team goes out to a local bar. You and Peggy help each other get ready then walk arm-in-arm to the local dive bar.

You don't miss the way Steve stumbles standing up when he see Peggy. And Peggy doesn't miss the way Bucky does the same when he sees you.

And as if he's reverted back to his old self, Steve blushes and tells Peggy how nice she looks. Then he shyly offers her an arm to dance, and for the first time in months, he leaves you and Bucky alone.

"You know, he must really like her if he's willing to leave us alone together," you joke, watching Steve guide Peggy to the make-shift dance floor.

Bucky laughs, the first time you've heard him laugh in months. "He must."

"Better for us," you murmur.

"Hmm," he hums, a teasing grin on his face. "And why is that?"

"Maybe I want to hear more about what you're telling people about me," you counter, turning to face him with a smirk.

He takes a long pull from his drink, trying to hide the growing grin and blush on his face. "You're never going to let that go. Are you?"

"Nope," you confirm.

He smoothly turns in his stool to face you. Your knees are touching, and you can feel his breath as he leans into you. "I already told you. The second we get home, you're gonna buy a white dress. And we're gonna go to the courthouse," he whispers in your ear. His breath tickles your neck, but you can't bring yourself to move away from him. "And I'm gonna put a ring on that finger. And everyone will know you're mine. All mine. And it's gonna be you and me. Forever."

You're breathless when he pulls away to take another long drink. You're back to being the mouse in this little game, though it doesn't feel like much of a game anymore. You resist the urge to clutch your heaving chest or fan your burning face. "You've just- you've got it all planned out?"

"Absolutely. You're never gonna go back to the diner. And I'm gonna buy us a nice house. A big house, have us a few kids. They'll be beautiful, just like their mother, the most beautiful woman in New York."

You lean closer to Bucky. At this point, you're pushing the boundary of public decency, but neither of you care all that much. You don't even care that at any moment Steve could turn his head and see the two of you.

This time there's no quick-witted remark or teasing comment you have to throw back at him. When you look at Bucky, you see promises. Real promises. And you believe him. "I can't wait."

He's so close that his breaths are now yours. And you don't see a hint of his charming or smooth-talking self. He means it this time. "Me either."

"Would you - would you like to walk me to my room?"

He nods silently. Without breaking his gaze, you grab your jacket while Bucky slaps some bills on the counter. He helps you put your jacket on, then holds his arm out for you.

The walk is silent, but charged with so much palpable tension between the two of you.

When you finally make it to the door, Bucky's watching as your shaking hands unlock the door. He hesitates at the door knowing that you're not just anybody. He wants to do this right, but mission after mission he's worried. Worried everyday about what comes next.

All he knows right now is that he's never going to love anyone the way he loves you. Never.

He slowly leans down and presses the sweetest, most gentle kiss to your lips. Your breath hitches as he takes another step forward, his hands find your waist as he leaves the doorway. When you shut the door, you shut out everything else.

And all that remains is the love you two share like a whispered oath destined to be lost to the fate's design.

Bucky keeps those memories on a loop as he enters the underground HYDRA post you're being held in. As he tears through the people keeping the two of you apart. As holds up a man in a lab coat and demands to know where you are.

The man sputters directions and with anxiety-riddled hands, points to the a small concrete corridor.

And then as he rams down the heavy steel door.

And he's in. In the small, concrete room. And you sit there, not even paying him any attention. He calls your name. Once. Twice. Three times.

You don't even look up at him before you spit, "Go to hell."

"What?" Bucky exhales in shock.

"I said, 'go to hell'," you seethe, bringing your knees to your chest to press yourself further into the corner of the room. "I know you're not real."

"Doll?"

"Stop it," you demand, slapping your hands over your ears. You chant to yourself, "You're not real."

He tries to pull your hands down, but they're clamped so tightly over your ears that he can't move them without hurting you. You're still tucked in the corner, practically rocking yourself back and forth. Your hands still over your ears, you sob, "I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you need to hear? I tried - I swear I tried, but they wouldn't let me see you. I couldn't save you."

"I'm right here, Doll. You don't need to save me."

"I know you're not real. You're dead. I know you're out there!" you call out to whatever cruel person is orchestrating this again. "I know he's gone! It won't work anymore."

"There's no one out there. It's just you and me."

"You're lying!" you shout, finally dropping your hands but still not making eye contact with him. It hurts too much. Every time you look in his eyes, it feels real. It feels like he's alive again. And every time you have to lose him. "You died. You're dead. Just leave me be - I promise I won't think about running again. I promise, just please stop."

Bucky's mind races, trying to figure out what he can say to make you believe that it's him. "We spent the night together - the night before Zola took you."

Your head snaps up. This was new. To your knowledge neither you nor Bucky ever told a soul about that night. You both swore to take that night to your graves, if only to avoid Bucky invoking Steve's wrath. "How do you know that? No one knows that."

He stares at your tired, defeated eyes, willing you to see his sincerity. "I know that because it's really me."

"I don't believe you."

"You're Steve Rogers' little sister," he continues. "I know about that one time when we were kids, you overheard some punk talking about jumping Steve in the alley after school. And you took your favorite hard cover and hit him right over the head. Then over and over until he promised he wouldn't mess with him anymore. I was the one that pulled you off of him and you got in trouble for cracking your book- all because you refused to tell anyone what really happened. I know you hate your middle name, but I'm the only person you told because it's a family name and you don't want to be disrespectful. It's me. It's Bucky."

You eyes widen at the stories. Stories you'd never told anyone. Stories you willed yourself to repress to keep them untainted and as pristine as the day you lived them. And maybe you were a fool, still filled with hopeless naivety, but you believed him. A helpless whimper leaves your mouth, "They told me you died."

"I'm not dead. I'm right here," he promises.

"It's really you?" you whisper.

"It's me. I promise."

"Bucky?"

He smiles, feeling his broken heart slowly mending, "Hi, Doll."

Though you remain cautious and borderline untrusting, you allow Bucky to take your hand and pull you up. For a moment, he takes in the sight of you. For the first time in decades, he sees you and even he can't believe it.

He'd changed the fates' cruel design into something that glistened and glowed once more.

“Steve?” Nat gently calls, knocking on the wood of the conference table. He looks up, completely lost in thought. “Your sister, she’s here. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“You look pretty bummed for a person that just got their beloved little sister back.”

“I’m not,” he assures her, gently shaking his head. “I’m so happy, so excited.”

“You don’t look like a man that’s either of those things, Steve. You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Nat urges, taking the seat next to him.

“She was a waitress, you know," Steve unexpectedly offers. "Before she volunteered to be a medic, she worked at this crappy diner a few blocks from where we lived.” Nat remains silent, waiting for Steve to continue. “And she used to work so hard, so, so hard for us.”

“I’m sure you worked hard too.”

“Sure,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “But it was different. At the diner, all these scumbags would come in and flirt with her all day long. They never did anything to her, thank God. But she’d let them, just so she wouldn’t lose her job. She’d smile and play along so they wouldn’t hold tips over her head. Jerks just coming in and asking her for a smile, and she just - she had to. She was the one people liked, she lost a lot of friends because she was always defending me. When it should've been the other way around.”

“She sounds tough.”

Steve chuckles, his voice filled with wistful nostalgia, “She was- is. She’s the best. I’d defend her whenever I could, whenever things got out of hand. Sometimes Bucky would step in, he'd tell anyone that would listen that she was off limits. They’d relentlessly flirt with each other. And then I enlisted. And I left her there all alone.”

“And she volunteered,” Nat concludes, putting the pieces of your distant history together.

“Yeah, but I didn’t - I didn’t handle it well. I forced her onto my team and then-” he falters, remembering the chain of events that lead to your demise.

That mission. Losing two of the people he loved most all in one fell swoop. First you. Then Bucky. He'd dream about it most nights. Helplessly watching as you clutched your bloodied shoulder. Grasping the railing for dear life. And falling without anyone to catch you.

“Whatever happened wasn’t your fault, Steve.”

“It is,” he forcefully insists. He remembers it so very well. The objection on your face when he told you that you were staying with him so he could keep an eye on you. How he opened those floodgates, he was the very reason his enemies knew of your existence. And then they exploited it. “I left her there in that tent. I left her unprotected, Bucky told me. He told me he’d stay with her, but I didn’t listen. No, I was too stubborn to listen and I left her there. All alone. And they took her. And when I found her, that day on the train, I didn’t protect her. Her or Bucky. I never protected her the way she deserved to be protected. And I lost them both, all at once."

“Talk to her, Steve. You just have to talk to her.”

“Then what? How do I take away everything that happened to her because of me?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” she insists.

“How do I even look her in the eye?” he continues.

“You do! You just do! And you figure it out, you figure out how to live with the mistakes that we’ve all made. You’re not perfect, but right now you just got your sister back. Your little sister is here in the other room. And I’m sure she’s going to want to see you.”

"I don't think she will," he quietly admits.

"She's already asked for you," Nat informs him, standing up out of her seat. "She hasn't stopped talking about you, mostly because Tony and Sam are demanding to hear every single embarrassing story she has ... And she definitely told Tony some pretty embarrassing nicknames."

He chuckles halfheartedly, still choked up the overwhelming guilt, "I'll be there in a minute."

After a month in the Compound, you can't take it anymore.

Though everyone has repeatedly told you that you're not being kept under lock and key, it certainly feels like it.

You've barely spoken to Steve in the month since you've been back. And the few words you've pulled out of him, he doesn't even meet your eye.

His words are short. The interactions cold, fleeting, and practically meaningless. He doesn't even say anything about Bucky being attached to your hip.

And you were suffocating in the silence.

The others, Steve's friends, tried to make you feel welcome, to explain away his behavior. But in the silence, you came to your own conclusions. Crushing, suffocating, and entirely heart-wrenching, like the rest of the world, your last remaining family moved on.

You couldn't fault him, the world kept turning, people marched forward, not even Steve could stop that from happening.

It was a world that you didn't recognize anymore. Surrounded by unfamiliar technology, equally unfamiliar faces, and even more unfamiliar emotions, you left early this morning to look for something tangible. You left Bucky still sleeping in your bed, without a note, or informing anyone else, you simply walked off the Compound in search for anything recognizable.

What you found, you did not like.

After almost half a day of trekking to the city, you stand in front where the diner once stood. Now, a new shiny establishment in its place. But it's not just the diner, it's all of New York. The world had moved on. Your own brother had moved on. All without you.

You were a relic of a time long passed.

He couldn't even stand the sight of you anymore.

Everything except that alley. You stand right at the entrance, in some odd way, it was comforting that it remained as disgustingly dirty as it had decades prior. You look at the dead end, remembering Steve's attempt to save you from an overzealous patron.

"Don't say a word," an unfamiliar voice says from behind you.

Your shoulders stiffen as you feel the rigid metal of a gun pressed into your arm. Apparently, some things never changed.

"I'm really not in the mood for this," you caution through gritted teeth.

"Are you stupid?" the man sneers, grabbing your arm and pushing your further into the alley. "I want the bag. Everything you got. Now."

"No."

"No?" the man scoffs, taking his gun out of his pocket to point it at you. Even with the gun in your face, you still refuse to back down. You're angry. You're hurt. This was just another drop in the bucket at this point. You were a woman scorned. On the verge, the very precipice. Your patience had worn thin, and it was so recklessly evident. "You've got a death wish or something? Give me the bag."

"No," you repeat. "Trust me, sir, I am in no mood to be tested."

"Are you crazy?" the man demands, reaching out to snatch the bag from you.

You pull the bag out of his reach, defiantly tucking it just behind you.

Before you can continuing arguing with the armed robber, you see a familiar sight bolting down the alley. This time there's no call of your name. No warning to the man to leave you alone. Steve simply acts.

Acts like the annoyingly overbearing, overprotective older brother he's always been. Protecting you like he'd always wished he could.

The man sputters, recognizing Steve as he tosses him aside against the exposed brick.

"Steve," you hiss, trying to pull him away. "That's enough."

He ignores you, angrily picking up the man and pinning him against the wall, clearly letting out all of his pent up anger and frustrations on the man. You wouldn't argue that the man was innocent, but he certainly didn't deserve all of Steve's very pointed wrath. "Apologize."

"I- I'm sorry," the man stammers, looking at you in desperation as though you can just call Steve off.

You scoff, not at the robber, but at Steve.

“Steven Grant Rogers, let that man go,” you order. Steve looks at you, your furious expression. He reluctantly removes his forearm from the man’s neck. Slowly turning away from the man and back to you. At the sight of his anger filled expression, you snap, flicking his shoulder, “What is the matter with you?”

“Did you just flick me?” Steve incredulously asks, flicking your shoulder in retaliation. You barely notice the man taking off nor that Bucky had arrived and was now watching the distantly familiar scene play out. “How freaking old are you?”

In return, you flick his forehead. “I should ask you the same thing. You think you can just swing at people like nothing? Pin them up against walls by their throat?”

“Guys,” Bucky says, trying to interrupt whatever he just stumbled upon and let the two of you know that you just let that man get away.

He flicks your other shoulder. “I was defending you.”

You flick him twice in return, “You haven’t even spoken to me the entire time I’ve been back and now you want to defend me?!”

"Guys," Bucky tries again, only marginally louder.

“Well, maybe you should stop running away!” Steve shouts.

“I’m not running away. You're the one avoiding me!”

“You left the Compound without telling anyone!”

“I was fine - I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Or maybe your pig head just doesn't know how to ask for help.”

"Well, maybe I learned it from my stubborn ass of a brother!" you shoot back.

"Or maybe it's your smart mouth that-"

"Guys!"

"What!?" you and Steve shout simultaneously.

Instead of saying what he wanted to say or telling them both to calm down or anything of actual importance, he stops with a cheeky grin on his face.

For a moment, the deja vu overwhelms him. It's like he's back in the 40's. He's just found you and Steve in an alley, he's saving Steve, you two are bickering nonstop, he's relentlessly chasing you. He debates opening his mouth to tell the two of you that the guy got away, but he doesn’t. “I - erm. You guys sure do know how to find trouble, don't you?”

For a moment, all of the bad things, all the time you three spent apart, it's all gone. It's completely meaningless.

The clock reversed and brought back what once was his.

Saved what once was lost.

Healed what was hurt.

And changed the fates' design...

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