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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Birthday Kiss

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

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You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

He rolls his eyes playfully as Steve snickers next to you while he keeps drawing. "I know that. I meant, I thought you were gonna be out with your friends tonight."

"I didn't feel like it." You dismiss him quickly, not wanting to actually say out loud that you'd rather spend his birthday with him doing nothing than go out with your friends, so you try to casually change the subject. "I thought you'd at least want to spend today with Dot."

Dot isn't actually Bucky's girlfriend, they've been on a few dates and you've seen them together a couple of times, but Bucky introduced her to you as a friend so you don't think they're that serious.

Not that Bucky ever is, girls are always all over him and he takes advantage of that. He's a ladies man.

But you try not to worry too much about his love life, not wanting to hurt yourself more than knowing Bucky will never see you like that already does.

"Well, I wanted to spend my birthday with my favorite pair of siblings. She can give me my birthday kiss tomorrow." He says with a grin while ruffling your hair.

"So... What's been going on with you lately, doll? Anything interesting happening in your life?" He asks curiously after a pause, genuinely wanting to know more about your day-to-day activities and experiences.

"I... Well, I went on my first date." You say shyly while playing with the edge of your dress.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, his interest piqued by your sudden confession. "First date? Who was it with? How'd it go?" He asks with what seems like excitement but mentally preparing himself to potentially become jealous or possessive no matter who you mention.

"It was fine..." You say quietly, still not looking at him. "It just wasn't... It wasn't what I was expecting..."

Bucky senses something off in your tone and expression, and immediately becomes concerned. He places a gentle hand on your knee, trying to comfort you without making it too obvious.

"What happened, doll? Did things not go as well as you hoped they would? Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, trying to gauge whether or not you want to open up about what happened during your date and if there's anything he can do to make it better.

You don't really know how to answer his question, so you don't, simply glancing at him before looking away and shrugging.

"Tell me what happened, I'm here for you no matter what. If that guy hurt your feelings or made you uncomfortable, I'll kick his ass for sure." He promises fiercely, his protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever you seem vulnerable or upset.

You giggle weakly at his protectiveness but still don't look at him, so he takes your chin gently but firmly and makes you look at him. "Tell me what happened on your date. Was it some creep who tried to grope you or something worse? Because if he did, I swear to god I will find him and break his fucking legs."

"That's not it, Bucky." You say quickly. "It's just... He just... He wasn't..." You. He wasn't you. That's what you want to tell him, but you can't, so you sigh and shrug again. "He just wasn't my type."

Bucky knew what was your type. He knew he was your type, he has seen you ogle him countless times when he walked past you or sat near you.

He also knew that you had never shown any interest in any of the men who approached you, always dismissing them as not good enough for you. Or at least that's why he thought you did.

Glancing at Steve before looking back at you again, Bucky says quietly. "Well, that's too bad for him I guess."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not seeing him again." I say quietly, avoiding both Steve and Bucky's eyes.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, he couldn't believe you were so quick to give up on a potential relationship just because the guy didn't live up to your impossible standards.

"Doll, you gotta give guys more of a chance. They ain't all as bad as you seem to think they are." He scolds you playfully, but there was also a hint of underlying irritation in his tone as he takes a long sip from his beer bottle.

You glance at him before looking away again. "So... You think I should go on another date with that guy?" You ask quietly.

Bucky thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of pushing you to go on another date with the mystery guy. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if you think he's worth giving a second chance, then why not? And if he turns out to be a total dud again, then at least you can say you gave it a shot. But only if you're really sure he's worth your time though. Don't waste it on some loser who doesn't appreciate everything you have to offer."

He advised you, trying to strike a balance between being supportive and challenging you to take risks when it came to relationships. "But whatever you decide, don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. You've gotta follow your heart, doll."

"You know, Stevie doesn't care this much about who I date, and he's my older brother." You tease Bucky while glancing at Steve.

Bucky snorts in amusement, "Yeah well, I'm not your brother, sweetheart, but I'm your friend and your wingman, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit back and watch you throw away a potential chance to be happy. Now come on, make up your mind already. Are you gonna give the guy another chance or not?" He pressed, playfully but determinedly.

You look at his face for a moment before looking away again and sighing. "I'm not." You say quietly but firmly. "I'm not going on a second date with that guy." You clarify.

Bucky felt his jaw tighten a little as he realized that you had completely ignored his previous suggestion and were instead deciding against giving the guy a second chance.

He didn't like the idea of you potentially missing out on something good due to your own stubbornness, but he also knew that he couldn't force you to do anything you didn't truly want to do.

"Well, fuck. Guess that settles that then," He said after a moment of silence, trying to hide his disappointment but failing miserably. "You're really gonna just throw that opportunity away? Fine, suit yourself, I guess. But don't expect me to hold your hand or anything when you get sad because you're alone. You're on your own with that shit."

"I guess I am." You say quietly before getting up from the couch and going to the window, climbing into the emergency staircase to go up to the roof, like you do most nights to watch the stars.

Bucky watches you leave, feeling a mix of frustration and concern as he realizes that you're retreating to your usual spot on the roof rather than staying and talking to him.

He wants to call after you, to make sure you're okay, but he knows better than to push you if you need time alone.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, reminding himself that sometimes people need space and time to themselves.

"Fine. Have it your way," he calls after you, knowing that there isn't much else he can do in this situation. "But don't think for a second that I won't be keeping an eye on you up there. You better not try anything stupid."

You roll your eyes but don't stop, going up to the roof, that's right above yours and Steve's apartment, and sitting on the picnic blanket you and Steve use every night.

After a few minutes someone else comes to the roof and you can tell it's Steve by the light steps. "You sure you want to let Bucky alone in our apartment, Stevie? I'm afraid he might burn it down." You joke weakly without turning around to look at him, your eyes locked in the city's skyline.

Steve chuckles and you can feel him sitting down next to you. It's not the first time you sit together on the roof, everybody in your apartment building knows this is the Rogers siblings' spot.

You don't say anything and neither does Steve, and you're especially glad he doesn't say anything when he sees a tear falling down your cheek but simply wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"What's going on in your head, little sis?" Steve asks you after you stop crying.

You try to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way to make sense of everything swirling in your head. You take a deep breath before you pull away slightly and turn your head towards the city again. "What should I say?" You ask quietly.

"When?" Steve asks with a frown.

"When I love someone." I clarify looking back at him.

"You should say it." He tells you firmly. It's not the first time you've talked about this, Steve knows about your feelings for Bucky and like a good big brother he always tells you to express yourself. "You should tell him."

You sigh and look away from him and back to the New York skyline. "I don't know, Stevie..."

"Why not, Bambi?" You smile softly at his use of your childhood nickname because Bambi is your favorite book, but then you shake your head.

"Have you seen the way he looks at Dot? I have no chance with him. I'm not his type." You say with conviction.

"You really don't see it?" Steve ask, getting a little frustrated.

"See what?" You ask confusedly while looking back at him.

"The difference between you and her is that he looks at her like she's the prettiest girl in the world," Steve says and your heart sinks so you look away from him, but he still goes on. "but when he looks at you it's like... It's like maybe you're magic. He looks at you with such reverence and respect. He looks at you like if he could just have you in his arms, everything would be okay. Like if he had you, nothing could touch him. He looks at you like he just realized what love is."

Steve pauses and grabs your chin gently to make you look at him before finishing. "He loves you. Anyone can see that. You're just too blind to notice it."

Steve kisses your forehead and then gets up and goes back inside to the apartment, leaving you to think about everything he said.

You lay down on the picnic towel on the ground of the roof and look up at the stars. Could Steve be right? Does Bucky really love you back but you just haven't noticed?

If Bucky had feelings for you, certainly you would've noticed.

Yes, he's protective of you and he's always happy to have you around, but you've been friends for over a decade and he is your brother's best friend, so he probably sees you as just that. His best friend's sister.

But he never did treat you like Steve's annoying little sister.

Even when you were kids he always tried to include you in their games and literally held your hand whenever the three of you went somewhere, like the park a few blocks over.

He would always coo on you when you got any scrapes while playing and kiss your boo-boos away.

He's always been very sweet to you and he stood up for you as much as he did for Steve whenever someone bothered you.

But could that really be actual love? Or is it just affection for a girl he's known since you were little and sees as his own little sister?

You rub your eyes before putting your hands behind your head, getting comfortable while looking at the sky full of stars.

In the meantime, Bucky heard everything from the window of your apartment.

He couldn't deny the truth of what Steve had said, he did look at you with a sense of reverence and respect, like you held the key to unlocking his heart and making everything else in his life fall into place.

But he also knew that he had to tread carefully, to approach you in the right way or risk scaring you off completely.

As much as he wanted to take control of the situation and make things happen on his terms, he knew that he needed to let you come to him, to give you space to process everything that Steve told you and to allow you time to realize how much you actually mean to him.

As Steve climbs back into the window, he gives Bucky a pointed look and a pat in the back, silently encouraging him to talk to you.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then climbs into the stairs, getting to the roof but not getting any closer to you. He's determined to talk to you, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

You can hear Bucky coming to the roof and when he doesn't move closer you frown slightly but think he's just giving you a moment before sitting next to you.

When he stays put for a couple of minutes, you roll your eyes and with a small smile you say "You can come lay down next to me, if you want." Loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes never leaving the stars above you.

Bucky's heart skips a beat as he hears your invitation, and without hesitation he steps forward and drops down onto the towel beside you.

You can tell he's trying to keep his movements quiet, not wanting to startle you or disturb your peaceful contemplation.

He lays there quietly for a few moments, taking in the sight of you lying there so effortlessly beautiful, before finally speaking.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth," he whispers and moves closer to you, placing one arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable by the fact that you were so physically close and you were allowing him to get even closer.

"Thanks for letting me do this," he added, indicating the embrace.

"It's not the first time we've watched the stars together, Buck..." You whisper back, resting your head on his while willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

Bucky smiles softly, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over him as he wraps his arms around you, feeling incredibly grateful for this moment of intimacy between the two of you.

He can feel the gentle weight of your body against his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He listens to the sound of your breathing, feeling his heartbeat slow down as he takes comfort in your presence.

"Yeah, it's not the first time... But it feels different tonight." He whispers back, feeling a newfound confidence and boldness coursing through his veins.

He moves even closer to you, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. "I've always... I've always wanted to hold you like this."

"I... I always wanted you to..." You whisper back hesitantly and bite your lip when he presses his face against your neck, almost scared to move, worried that if you do it'll ruin the moment.

Bucky feels a surge of pleasure course through his body as he hears your response, knowing that you too cherished these special moments with him.

When you don't say anything at his physical contact he continues to hold you tightly, feeling a deep sense of connection growing between you.

He presses his lips against your neck, gently kissing and nibbling on your skin, feeling a newfound desire burning within him that he had never experienced before.

He wants more than anything to take things further, to remove your clothing and explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, but he forces himself to remain patient and wait for your signal that you actually want something more intimate.

"You know... I've always been afraid to show you how much I really care about you," he whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of the city below them.

"Steve thinks you love me..." You say quietly, hoping to god that your idiot brother is right for once in his life.

Bucky freezes a little, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise wash over him. He's surprised at your boldness but so relieved that the truth is finally out there.

But he also knows you well enough to know that if he wants you to truly believe that he loves you, then he has to act quickly to prove it to you and make sure that you never doubt his feelings again.

"Yeah... I do love you, Doll. More than anything else in this world. And I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner... But I was afraid to lose you." He admits quietly, as he takes your face in his hands.

"You really mean that?" You ask quietly, a mix of hope and uncertainty clear in your voice.

"I do." He says without hesitation while he looks at your beautiful face turned towards his. "And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you."

The smile that comes to your face is so bright that it feels to Bucky like the sun suddenly came up in the middle of the night.

"I know you already gave me a birthday gift," He says, referring to the jacket you gave him this morning. "But can I ask you for one more?"

You're definitely curious about what he wants so you nod. "Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me a birthday kiss?" He asks quietly while brushing a strand of hair aways from your face and behind your ear.

You blush a little and can't help but smile because he wants a birthday kiss from you, not Dot or any other girl, and you nod slowly as you start leaning in.

Bucky meets you halfway and when your lips touch it feels like fireworks, your stomach filling with butterflies while he brings you closer to him while deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes you both pull away for air, breathing heavily while looking at each other. "Wow." Is all he says after a moment.

You giggle and bite your lip. "Happy birthday, Bucky." You say softly and give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back against him, your head on his chest as you look up at the stars.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and then relaxes while looking up too, more content than ever to finally have you in his arms.

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artwinx · 7 months

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and they were best friends since childhood...

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year

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Timeless lovin’ - pt. 3

Pairing: CATFA!40s!Steve Rogers x present!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following story contains: explicit smut, oral sex (F receiving), boob groping, dom!reader, Steve calls reader ma'am, sub!Steve, virgin!Steve, pet names, Steve has a praise kink, angst, fluff, developing feelings, spoilers, time skips, alternative reality, wingman!Bucky Barnes.

Pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Summary: Steve left for Peggy in the past, and you were determined to travel back in time and get answers after he left your relationship of 4 years behind him just like that. You get a little ahead of yourself and travel past where your Steve left off, and you meet Steve Rogers, - the man before he hit the ice and was frozen for 70 years.

Y/N’s POV

For the night, I decided to give it a rest and leave my issues for tomorrow, seeing as there wasn’t much else I could do now that I had walked away from Steve. It was a good thing that I was exhausted anyway, and a good night sleep was very much needed.

Throughout the night, I was a bit tempted to leave back to my time before the morning rose, but it felt like it would be too wasteful. I acknowledged I was extremely privileged for receiving the opportunity of traveling through time, and so why leave when I could spend one more day to witness the life of the 40s myself?

The next day I woke up earlier than most and set course to the nearest town from the military base. Soldiers greeted me along the way of getting to the gate, as news had spread that a new female 'soldier' had joined amongst the Howling Commandos and had been of great service for the previous mission.

It felt good to be acknowledged with smiles and nods as a form of respect, but there was also the whistles which still put me off guard. I wasn't quite used to it yet but it wasn't like it surprised me. Due to people's acknowledgement of me, I didn’t have to show my ID when I left, which was convenient.

I took the bus downtown and walked out at the stop of the plaza. It wasn’t busy this early in the morning, but thankfully some shops were open for me to explore.

For me it was mind boggling to think I was the only one in the whole world with the knowledge of what would happen the next 70 + years. Everyone was walking around with the war as their only concern, - not robot and alien invasions. I envied that a little.

40s!Steve POV

I knocked on Bucky’s door and rushed inside once I heard his voice of approval. He was sitting on his desk, going over some of his files. Cutting through the chase, I asked him, “Buck, have you seen Y/N?” hoping he would possibly know something.

Bucky turned around, “You mean the girl you haven’t told me a thing about? I may have overheard someone mentioning her whereabouts. Why?”

I felt a sense of relief when Bucky said he had heard she was still around. Good, she hadn’t returned to her time then.

But who knows when she will.

“It’s urgent…I need to talk to her.”

“Steve, you’ve never been this secretive with me. Have I done something to break our trust or what?” Bucky asked with confrontation, his arms crossed as he expected an explanation.

I sighed, understanding why my best friend was feeling left out, when it was just too complicated for me to bring him into it. I had promised Y/N to not speak of our situation, and while it was tempting to share it with Bucky, I knew it wasn’t the right time for that yet. Not when there was too much going on from before.

“I…listen, I can’t go into details right now but let’s just say this woman is very important to me and I have to find her cause she left me yesterday before we could clear things up, and I’m risking on loosing her if I don’t leave right now…”

Bucky’s eyes widened with surprise, “Woah, hold on, what happened last night?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I was growing more impatient, and luckily Bucky retorted immediately with, “Fine, we can save it for later. I overheard some guy by the gate say he got to have small talk with her and she told him she’ll be exploring downtown today cause she’s curious about the area, - something like that. Don’t know what could be interesting in downtown Dover but -!”

“Thanks Buck, I’ll see you later!” I interrupted him from finishing his sentence as I left to head for the gate and take a ride on my motorcycle.

Second person POV

You had bought an ice cream sundae and had a taste of delicious apple pie at a cafe, - something that tasted so fresh and homemade, it couldn’t compare to your time’s desserts. Why didn’t they make them like this anymore?

Oh right, because in present time, all they do is put chemicals in every single ingredient because it gives a ‘better colour’ or ‘makes it last longer’ despite increasing risks of cancer. Lovely.

As you were carrying your bag of bought items and walking around for some more, you heard the rumble of a motorcycle catching up to you from behind. You turned around out of habit to make sure you weren’t in the way, but when you saw who it was, you turned almost panicked.

You had at least wanted to be mentally prepared to be approached by Steve or approach him again, - not like this where you were halting with shopping bags in your hand as Steve parked his motorbike by the sidewalk to come over to you.

Out of grudge and stubbornness, you decided to keep walking, even when Steve was calling after you. Once he inevitably caught up, he had you confronted.

"Y/N, please stop running away from me." Steve called you out, and you eventually went full stop.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling conflicted about the whole situation but you didn't want to be a coward anymore. You were going to tell him what was the issue.

"I’m not running away…- Steve, this was all a big mistake. I should have returned a long time ago before we..before all of this happened...” You gestured at the space between the two of you. “We’ve been around each other long enough. There's nothing else for me to do here."

"No, come on Y/N....don't say that." Steve pled, sadness spreading on his features. He reached out with the extra motorcycle helmet to you, “Come back to the base with me, please. I’d like to take this conversation there instead of here in the open. The last thing I want is a HYDRA spy listening in on us.”

You huffed but agreed, and took the helmet from his hands before sitting behind Steve on the motorcycle. He put your items into the trunk, and had you wrap your arms around him as he drove back, being welcomed with an open gate at the base.

Once you got off, he led you to a secluded area, behind the wall of a bunker, where no other person would have a reason to be at the moment.

You met his eyes when you turned to look at each other, expecting him to talk first, - and that he did.

“Y/N, I…I don’t want you to leave. Not like this anyway. Yesterday was…well, I quite frankly enjoyed our time spending together, and I didn’t see why…you had to leave so abruptly after we…you know…” Steve trailed off as his cheeks became red, “I-I thought we had a good time. Didn’t you?”

“You’re with Peggy.” You started off with your reasoning. “It isn’t…- it wasn’t right for me to do that. I’m sorry I did that. I really don’t want to be the other woman anymore..” You said the last part above a whisper, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried your best not to cry.

“…You’re not the other woman.” Steve said sternly. “Me and Peggy…we aren’t official. Never were. She’s always given me mixed signals, and while we’ve shared a few romantic moments, it hasn’t been remotely the same as the ones I’ve shared with you. I’ve never…we haven’t done anything like I have with you.” Steve put it in his own way, trying hard to speak without crudeness.

You scoffed, “Okay, so you haven’t had sex. So? That doesn’t mean anything. At the end of the day, you left me for her. How can you be so sure this will be any different?”

Steve’s body turned tense, and he slammed his fisted hand onto the iron wall of the bunker, causing it to bulge. That had really caught you off guard. “I didn’t leave you! He did. Everything you’ve told me about my future self, - I don’t recognize myself in him at all. He obviously went through certain things that changed him. That made him miss what he once called home and made him forget of what he had right in front of him! You can’t keep on pushing me away just because of his mistake.”

You couldn't look him in the eye as emotions were once again bottling up and you were scared it would spill out. Steve’s face softened, regretting he had been harsh with his tone, but he felt like it was necessary this time. He took your cheeks into the palm of his hands carefully.

“Y/N, please look at me…” Steve plead. “I used to think I loved Peggy too, but with you, I’ve learned it was purely platonic. I only have fondness for her because she was the first woman apart from my mother to care about me despite being the puny kid from Brooklyn. I was practically all alone before the serum, with everyone else being way ahead of me. Including Bucky, no matter how supportive he was of me. I don’t expect you to understand...” he said, his eyes trailing down to the ground.

You gathered the courage to look him in the eye again as you spoke, “…Yes, your experiences are yours only…but you were the first man to take me seriously and care about me too. I used to think I would stay single for the rest of my life because no man would look my way, but then you did. I guess that’s one of many reasons I haven’t been able to let go. I’m upset he made me believe I had a shot in ever lasting happiness.”

Steve stared at you then, not believing what he was hearing when he was taking in your appearance. “You do deserve ever lasting happiness as any other good woman...I don’t know what kind of light is blinding the men of your time, but your beauty is beyond graceful.”

You chuckled lightly, “....That’s...sweet of you to say, -”

“I’m serious.” His voice sharpened. “I want to get to know you. It has only been a few days and I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. A feeling I don’t want to let go of, and if you feel the same, you will not go back.”

You sighed with stubbornness, not willing to easily let yourself go defeat. “I…-”

“Captain, I’m so sorry to disrupt, but Miss Carter has just returned from London and would like to meet you.” A soldier said out of breath, as if he had wandered around for some time to find Steve, and Steve cursed under his breath for the bad timing.

“I’ll be with her in a minute, thank you.” Steve politely responded, and the soldier left. He looked at you again and held your shoulders. “Please listen to me. Don’t leave for the future while I go talk to her, okay? I’ll tell her about us.”

You sighed once more, “Steve, I can’t stay here, -” You were disrupted from speaking when his lips connected with yours for a kiss. It was unexpected, but you easily melted into it as his soft lips made it impossible to resist. He was gentle as he held your body close to his, showing how much he didn’t want to let you go.

Once he actually did, he whispered, “Please,…stay.” Steve pleaded once again, his cheeks turning pink at the bold move he had just pulled, but he desperately wanted to prove to you his worthiness.

You held your gaze to his and accepted your defeat, “Okay, fine…It’s a bad idea but fine.”

“Thank you. You won’t regret it. And I’m sorry for…not asking for permission to kiss you. I just,…you know…I really want you to stay.”

You laughed while shaking your head. “Fine. I’ll be waiting for you then, Captain.”

Steve went on his way after that, letting out a huff as a proud smile formed on his lips.

His heart rate had increased and it wasn’t just because he had kissed you moments before, but because he left you wanting to get back to you as soon as possible. You had laughed at his awkwardness, - not mockingly but out of being charmed, and he felt confident on being himself around a woman for once.

He couldn’t say he’s been able to be himself like this with any other woman without receiving a weirded out frown, - including Peggy.

Speaking of Peggy, - Steve spotted her by the mechanics, and before Steve could even think out what he should say, her eyes had caught him and she waved at him with a smile. She had her suitcase in her grip and a folder under her other arm, which told Steve she had quite literally just arrived to the base.

When they got close enough to each other, Peggy greeted him, and Steve returned it, “Hi Peggy, welcome back.”

“Steve, how nice it is to see you again. It’s been a moment but I’m sure they won’t be needing me in London for a while, - not until we go through the next big mission anyway.” Peggy informed contently while placing her suitcase and folder on a nearby table.

“That’s good. Things aren’t the same when you aren’t around.” Steve said.

Peggy snorted at that. “I’m sure it isn’t. I heard the last mission went swiftly though. You’re getting the hang of it and it has only been, - I suppose a year? It’s impressive really.”

Steve smiled as he made short eye contact with her, “Thank you, and yeah, I take pride in my progress. But of course there’s always room for improvement...”

“You’re right about that.” Peggy said, and pulled a frown when she looked to the side at her folder, taken aback at how simply Steve was responding. She was used to his rambles whenever she initiated a conversation, but now he was being awfully reserved.

When she looked up again from her documents, she continued, “Something’s on your mind. I can tell. Is there something you want to tell me? Something that has happened?”

Steve's eyes didn't know where to stay a-put as he grew nervous, and it didn't help with how he knew Peggy could tell he was.

Peggy sighed, realizing she would have to take initiative to get whatever picked Steve's brain to come out verbally to her. “Come, let’s sit down, Steve.” Peggy proposed, and Steve accepted.

They sat down at whatever place was available since there were no chairs outside by the mechanics. Steve cleared his throat, not sure where to begin, but he found what he could start with before he spoke.

“Peggy…you know that you’re very important to me, and that I would never purposefully push you away, or hurt your feelings, right?” Steve asked, as he fiddled with his fingers.

Peggy slowly nodded as she looked at the man who could only maintain his eyes on the ground. “There’s a ‘but’ to this, isn’t there?”

Steve swallowed a lump down his throat as he hesitantly looked up at her, - his 'first love'.

“I may have fallen in love with someone else.”

Peggy blinked, “Oh..is that so?” She asked, surprised to say the least.

“Yeah…I guess I just wanted to let you know because I think it’s only fair. I know we were never official and all, but we didn’t exactly keep it friendly all the time so I…-…I won’t blame you if you stop talking to me or ask me to leave you alone. I know this is out of nowhere, - these feelings came to me unexpectedly too, but I’ve never felt anything like it…so that’s why I…- I want to hold onto these feelings with this woman. I wouldn’t help it if I otherwise ignore it…” Steve spoke his end.

Peggy inhaled through her nose as she stood up, quietly walking over to Steve. “Hey, look, - If this woman is special to you, I am not going to come in the way of your happiness, Steve. You will always find a friend in me if that’s how you want to maintain it.”

Steve’s face lit up as he looked up at Peggy, who had a matching calmness to her face as her voice. “Really? So you’re not upset?”

Peggy laughed as she stroked Steve’s cheek. “My skin is thicker than you think. I can assure you I will manage just fine. I’m not going to lie to you and say it doesn’t hurt me a little bit but…moping around doesn’t do any good. Winning this war will be my top priority to the end of it, and I’ll follow you as a fighter despite where your heart’s at.”

Steve’s lips formed into a smile of relief to Peggy’s response. “Thank you, Peggy...it's relieving to know I haven't lost you as a friend."

He stood up and the pair shared a friendly hug at last, one of which Steve felt going into peace with the fact that he had made this decision to follow you instead, who his heart was currently beating so hard for. Steve couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this closure would have helped future Steve to move past Peggy as he didn’t feel any regrets or as though he was missing out on something, - not when Peggy had said she still sees him as a friend in her life and that it didn’t have to be anything else.

It felt right.

So how come future Steve hadn’t felt the same?

When he left Peggy to go see you again, his mind was wandering as he tried to reason with, -…well, himself. With circumstances being so different, where he in the 40s was now aware that at one point he will be going to the future and possibly meet you and become lovers, - the idea didn’t frighten him anymore.

It led him to believe perhaps future Steve hadn’t ever been at peace with it all as it wasn’t like he was warned about it. No, he most definitely couldn’t have been.

The kind of closure he got from Peggy moments before is something he never would have gotten if you weren’t here.

There had to be something about that, Steve thought.

You waited for Steve by the bonfire that had been vacated by the soldiers as they were deployed on doing their assigned tasks till afternoon.

You stared into nothing while you were thinking of so many things, but before you could get too deep into these thoughts, a familiar voice came from behind you.

“Hey, there. Y/N, right?”

You turned around and weren’t surprised by who had greeted you.

Bucky.

Ever since you met him for the first time, you grew incredibly annoyed each time you saw his face on a news article or literally anywhere else.

You were familiar with him first after he became listed as a wanted target by S.H.I.E.L.D., but the two of you only met face to face after Steve left as you were desperate for answers. You reached out to the person who was closest to him, but he didn’t know anything of you as you and Steve had only become a couple within the years of which half of the population was gone. Amongst those was of course Bucky.

So when you finally met and you explained everything, you were so disappointed with his answer. Offended would probably be a better word to describe it.

“Look, I apologize on Steve’s behalf that he left you without at least saying goodbye, but you need to see it from his perspective. Steve had it all taken away from him of living the good life after fighting Second World War. And then he was pushed into all this mess of becoming an Avenger, saving me and fighting wars with aliens. I was involved in a lot of that so I know just how draining it was for him. Steve has always put everyone else before himself, and now that he had the chance to live the life he wanted, he had to take it. I think it’s best for you to let it rest and respect his choice. -

He deserves to be happy.”

All of your nerves were hit by the end of his ‘wise words’, yet you managed to silently leave the place in order not to loose control and choke the man. Not that you had a chance against the super soldier, but you were too angry not to entertain the thought. You tried to excuse him for seeming a bit out of it himself, but you still would have preferred a shrug for a response rather than that.

What a way to excuse him for leaving his girlfriend of 4 years with no indication of doing so instead of being, - you know, - a man and say it as it is.

Fuck my happiness I guess, you thought.

“Hello, James.” You greeted back with less enthusiasm.

“You can also call me -“

“- Bucky. I know.”

He frowned but dismissed your hinted attitude. “I have a feeling Steve didn’t tell you that.”

You narrowed an eye. “Oh?” Had Steve told him about who I really am?

“Yeah, Steve usually introduces me as James until I get a chance to introduce myself in my own charming way.” Bucky explained smugly as he sat beside you at the bonfire. "But I guess with everyone calling me that around here makes it harder for me to do that."

“Right…” You replied.

“So…It’s come to my attention you and Steve are close. Is that true?“ Bucky asked curiously.

You shrugged, “I suppose you could say that.”

“You know, Steve is a great guy. He’s got all the qualities you could want, - he's this big macho guy yet he's sensitive, as you can probably tell just by looking at him. He can be a little shy sometimes but I can assure you it’s only cause he finds you gorgeous. A gorgeous dame makes any man nervous after all. If you're looking for something serious, you can most definitely count on him, - unlike the most soldiers around here....” He said, snickering in the midst of his last sentence.

You had to chuckle. It was obvious to you what he was doing, being Steve’s best friend and all. You didn’t need him to tell you he had all these qualities when Steve was good at showing those himself, but you welcomed it as you found it entertaining.

Suddenly another someone made an appearance, that person being none other than Steve.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to disturb you two but I’ll have to borrow him for a bit.” Steve spoke while wrapping an arm around Bucky’s shoulder to lead him away. Once they got away from you far enough to be out of earshot, Steve glared at Bucky with concern.

“What are you doing?”

Bucky chuckled, “Nothing bud, I only put good words on ya. Figured I would give the lady some reassurance from someone who knows you the best. Maybe that will give the both of you a push and you’ll be sliding into second base in no time.” Bucky said, smirking at Steve who was left to blush with embarrassment.

“You don’t need to do that…I have it under control.” Steve mumbled. “I’m not a puny kid anymore. I can take hold of things myself now, including my love life.”

Bucky chuckled, “Hey, I’m sure you can but having a wingman is always useful, don’t you think? You lack experience despite how buffed up you have become. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you? Unless…?”

Steve gulped nervously, knowing full well lying out of the topic wouldn’t save him as Bucky could always tell when he wasn’t telling the truth. “I’m not about to answer that.”

Bucky laughed, “I know damn well Peggy and you haven’t gone beyond making out. I’m pretty sure I heard from someone that she’s one to wait until marriage. So come on, tell me. You’re killing me here.” Bucky begged, almost whining for an answer at this point.

Steve sighed as he tried to be as discreet as possible with his words without saying too much. “I haven’t -…you know…gone through intercourse, but I might have done something else.”

Bucky looked back at the woman again. “With her? You two did something last night, didn’t you?” Steve nodded hesitantly. “Damn, Steve I’m so proud of you! You’ve passed third base! That must mean the two of you are serious serious. Can’t believe you’ve never mentioned her before.”

Steve pushed Bucky’s arm, “Keep it down, will you? You’re practically shouting.”

“Hey, I’m just proud of you. You’re finally taking big steps.” Bucky pointed out. “With Peggy it was taking forever for the two of you to even kiss each other’s cheeks, - which speaking of which, are you over her? Have you told her?”

“I did tell her actually, only a few minutes ago…she was very mature about it and honestly, I admire that a lot of her.” Steve said, smiling to himself as the reminder that they were still on good terms was nice to him.

“But that might have been the problem.” Bucky added, “I noticed there was no real spark whenever you were together. Too much admiring and ‘looking up to’. You two were always…too polite with each other. I kind of knew by looking at the two of you that it wasn't going to go anywhere beyond friendship.”

“Really?” Steve asked, surprised to be hearing that. It was sending him in a spiral of questions and theories. Because he was aware that somewhere, there would be exactly that, - something beyond friendship. Him and Peggy being together with commitment. So why would Bucky say that? Had Bucky from a different timeline where Peggy and him did end up together share the same opinion?

Steve's head started to hurt the more he overthought it. Gosh, was it exhausting to be aware of these things, Steve thought.

Steve returned back to you after sending Bucky to the rest of the team, hoping this would be last interruption between the two of you.

“I’m sorry about that, Bucky is a bit…extra sometimes.” Steve excused.

You smirked, “It’s fine, he only said good things about you.”

“So he claimed…” Steve chuckled nervously. “I told her.” He apprised.

“Okay…so you’re done with her? Just like that?”

“We are still good friends, - but in the way you're thinking, yes..." Steve confirmed, his eyes shimmering almost nervously. "Are you now convinced you want to give us a try?”

You looked down, staring at the fire which was dying at this point. “Maybe,…I’m not sure where we should go with this. I don’t exactly belong here.”

“Is there...anyone you’ll be missing if you stayed? Family, friends?” Steve asked carefully.

You narrowed an eyebrow, "Are you implying I should stay here, Steve? In the 40s?"

"Would it be so bad?" Steve asked, expressing worry from perhaps suggesting the far fetched. "I know your time is way more advanced and impressive, but...- I'll make sure you have everything you need. I'll help in any way for you to adjust...and if it still doesn't work for you then..."

"- Then I'll go back, and try to move on. And so will you." You completed his sentence, though it wasn't the same words Steve would've used.

He gulped but nodded understandingly. "Yes. Exactly that."

You half-smiled sympathetically, hinting your sadness. "I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't want to have our feelings hurt more than necessary. We still have time to figure out and decide what we do, but you understand why we need to draw a line, right? If it doesn't work out, we call it quits."

Steve nodded again, “I understand…but that doesn’t mean I’ll promise I won’t allow myself to fall for you. Besides…I believe I’m already falling as we speak. There’s usually no return from a fall.” He said, almost poetically but it didn’t sound like he had put it together on purpose. He was just being his charming self.

“If you keep talking like that, I might stumble over the edge too.” You said with a wink. Steve laughed at that, and returned a cheeky grin.

From there, you decided to walk back to center base. There was a long silence on the way, where you simply observed the environment. When you got close to your assigned rooms though, Steve broke the appreciated silence.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You asked, turning to look at him with curiosity.

“I had a thought and....- before we call it a night, I was wondering if...I could return the favor?" You stared at him, confused at what he was trying to insinuate. "I want to do what you did to me yesterday…but to you..” Steve whispered his clarification in your ear. “I-If I may..”

“You mean…you want to go down on me?” You asked as you bit your lip. You had figured as much that the concept of oral sex didn’t have its own descriptions in the 40s, which explained Steve’s lack of dirty talk.

Or maybe he was just like this.

Regardless, you loved it.

”Yes….I want to return the favor to the prettiest woman in the world.”

“Now you’re reaching it.” You giggled, humored.

“Am not.” He said with a slight pout.

You bit your lip, “Well, if you’d like…we could take this further in my bedroom this time….would you like that?” You asked innocently, but Steve knew it was anything but.

“Very…” he responded, sounding out of breath but he was simply overwhelmed.

At his reply, you hurried to your room with Steve behind you, making sure you were in the clear before you quickly entered the door and closed it behind you, locking it. You didn't leave Steve waiting as you climbed on him, Steve taking it as cue to hold you up as you started doing what he least expected, - have his neck and earlobe attacked with sucks and kisses. He whines when you suck for longer periods, but turns his head further away to give you full access. He backs over to your bed, his hands holding firmer around your ass as he lies down, leaving you on top of him to do whatever you please.

You unbutton his uniform jacket, leaving him in his white shirt. His nipples poke through the thin fabric, making it irresistible for you not to pinch them a little as you continue marking his neck with hickeys. His mouth slips out a cry, and you hush him, reminding him he has to be more quiet.

“Please, kiss me…” Steve pleaded, and you stopped what you were doing at his simple, yet heart fluttering request.

“Why should I do that, Steve?” You asked teasingly, pulling back to look at him again.

“Because I want to feel that feeling again,” he breathed out. “-- That feeling that tells me how right this is..- how right we are.”

Your heart skipped the hardest beat at his words. It was as if you were falling in love all over again, though this time there was so, so much more passion. Stronger than the first time.

And It scared you, but at the same time it pulled you closer to him. It made you think that perhaps this Steve could pull you even closer than your Steve.

No. Not your Steve anymore.

The man in front of you was becoming more ‘your Steve’ than Steve from your present could ever be, and it had only been days.

You pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips onto his, making out heavily with him. He held your waist with both of his hands, needing to hold onto something as he tried not to squirm too much. Whenever you pulled away for air, you saw for yourself how empty headed you had turned him. He was panting breathlessly, his face bright red from all of the sensations you were giving him. You smiled, pecking his lips lastly before you started to undress, making Steve's eyes go wide as he was brought back to reality.

Seductively and slowly you removed your jacket, revealing your white silky shirt. Once that was off, you removed your bra too, revealing your bare breasts. Steve was in awe, his eyes becoming relaxed for once as he stared at them.

No porn magazine could ever compare to the real deal... went a thought through Steve's mind.

Carefully you took his hands from your hips and placed them on your breasts, making his breath hitch as he felt the softness of it.

"Feel them, Steve...you're allowed to." You assured him. He swallowed before firmly groping them in his palms, squeezing them out of fascination.

He took a deep breath, trying to loosen up, "I...oh god, I can't believe this is happening.."

You made a concerned face from what he had just said, and you had to ask, "Do you want to take a break, Steve? Cause if this is too much -!"

"N-No!" Steve interrupted you hastily, "No...I just...I'm mesmerized, that's all...you’re so beautiful…you look like a goddess…”, he whispered as he took in your body in front of him.

You grinned, and watched as his thumbs curiously rubbed against your hardening nipples. You hadn't had anyone touch you like this for a long time, so you couldn't help but let out a soft moan as you felt your arousal between your legs grow. Steve groaned in response, feeling his own arousal rise at the sound that had just slipped out from your lips.

You removed yourself off of him all of a sudden, making him freeze from confusion.

"I have to take off my skirt and panties, otherwise I'll soak right through them..." You explained as you had caught his reaction, and that made him sink his shoulders with relief. Just a little bit.

Before Steve could even process it, you were fully undressed in front of him with everything on display as he got a small glimpse of your pussy with your legs closed. You smirked, not only because of his shuddering response but also from seeing his raging boner making a tent through his trousers.

When you spread your legs revealing your cunt, Steve let out a sharp exhale as he mumbled something in the lines of, ‘Oh heavens..’ He had never seen female genitalia before, - not face to face anyway. With a nod of approval from you, he bowed down and got closer to it, the arousing smell hitting him like a wave. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more but to have a taste and a feel of it.

His hopes were answered as you spoke up, “Go on, baby…make me feel good…”

“Yes, ma’am…” he responded, following the same pattern you had done on his cock which was to touch you first.

He touched your cunt lightly at first, having his fingertips gracefully stroke over the sensitive flesh. His sharp ears heard your breathing hitching when he touched particular spots, - the spots being your hole and at the top where there was what looked like a tiny pearl to Steve.

Your hand reached down to touch at the spot he had first touched, and you explained, “this is my clit…it’s the most sensitive part of my pussy, and if you keep rubbing it, I’ll get more wet..”

Steve hummed with fascination, and he mimicked the motion. When he rubbed your clit in a circular motion, he heard mewls slipping out of your mouth, making him turn flushed at the lewd noises.

"Your flower is so pretty, Y/N.." Steve commented huskily. Before you could say anything, Steve used his other hand to pay attention to your hole. He curiously spread your pussy lips apart before he carefully inserted his index finger in, wriggling his way to get it in there, - though your pussy juice was more than helpful as lube.

He began to pump his finger in a slow pace while still working on your clit, causing you to occasionally jolt. Bucky had shared plenty of advice on how to pleasure a woman, and to Steve's delight it seemed like those instructions worked like a dream based on your reactions.

He still had to ask, “I’m not hurting you, am I?…” worried your twitching was of pain, but the way you were moaning said otherwise.

“No, you’re doing so good…ngh, you're a natural, Steve...keep on shoving that thick finger of yours inside of me…” you instructed him, and he did so with quicker thrusts.

The quicker he thrusted, the more wetter you became. Steve licked his lips instinctively, and without asking, he pulled out his finger causing you to whine at its absence.

He was too eager to put his mouth on you, first flattening his tongue so he could flick it all over your folds and clit while his finger did the work below. You mewled loudly and slapped a hand onto your mouth, not wanting to let out more noises for others outside to hear.

“Y-You taste so good…I think…mmh I might get drunk on your juices alone…so addictive..” he spoke through his breaks before he dove in for more. The taste was so sweet to his tastebuds, it was driving him insane. He was leisurely humping against the mattress now, grinding his clothed dick along the sheets as he got off on pleasuring you. His tongue explored everywhere, - from the source of your wetness to around your folds and then at your sensitive nub.

“Ohh, you’re doing such a good job, baby…” you praised through high pitched moans. “…keep using your tongue…want you to tongue-fuck me..push your tongue inside of me, sweet boy…” you began to repeat your plea with desperation.

Your vulgar descriptions of activities and the pet names was only adding to Steve's maxed out lust. You were so fierce and exploring compared to him, given that you come from a society where that is more socially acceptable.

And Steve loved it. He felt confident with your praises and with your guidance. He wasn’t as scared as he thought he would be when experimenting with sexual activities such as this. He felt comfortable.

His fingers parted your folds carefully before his tongue dived into your quivering heat. You wither as Steve's tongue laves at your cunt, pushing the warm, wet muscle of his tongue into your tight core.

“Aaah! Such a good boy…oh fuck, Steve!” You fisted his hair, pushing his head closer as you began to grind against his face, and Steve happily accepted it. He was close himself, uncontrollably rolling his hips against the mattress as he pleasured you.

You whimper when Steve's finger finds your g-spot, and by your physical reaction he continues to thrust his finger at the same angle, seeing you fall apart in front of him.

"Holy shit, I'm cumming, Steve!!" You howled, quickly shoving your pillow over your face as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. Steve drank you up as he hummed against your core, letting out a long-drawn moan of his own before he came in his pants. He panted against you, his hips coming to a halt as he looked up, his hair almost in the way of his eyes due to how messy you had made it.

“D-Did I do good, ma’am?” He asked, dazed, but desperate to know the answer.

You let out a breathless laugh before raising your head, “You did more than good,” you praised him as you cupped his cheeks and brought him forward for a heated kiss. He was in awe, and with his slacked jaw you slipped your tongue into his mouth, going in for another but shorter make out session. “You were perfect.” You specified further, making him squirm at the praise.

He had a praise kink alright, you thought.

As he rose up, you noticed the huge wet patch on his trouser with its sticky texture that had come on the sheets.

“Aw, did you cum?" You cooed the question. "What a mess you made…”

“Well, can you blame me?…” Steve spoke shyly, lowering his gaze out of embarrassment. “How could I not get aroused when you’re in front of me, naked, - especially after having a taste of your flower. It was beyond intoxicating..”

You chuckled, bringing Steve in to rest his head on your stomach with his arms wrapping around you as there was no pillow for him to use. You couldn’t help but snort after some silence, causing Steve to look up with curiosity as to what you found so funny.

“Why do you call pussy ‘flower’, Steve? I’ve never heard that one before.” You asked him, sharing the thought that you found amusing.

Steve looked away, turning sheepish again but he was more than willing to explain as there was a reason behind it. “Um…you see, my mother used to call female genitalia that to not ruin my innocence. I was 9 when I asked about what makes girls and boys different, and she told me girls have flowers that bloom and boys have tools that…turn more functional I guess? She never went down the details because she knew I would learn eventually. But since then, I’ve always called it that, - but it’s not like I talk about female genitalia often. Bucky mocks me all the time and corrects me by calling it a 'cunt’…but I’ve never liked that word. It sounds too crass for me…it just doesn’t sound nice. Female genitalia deserves to be called something more respectable I think,...- something pretty.” He said.

You hummed contently, “Mm, I like that a lot. Don’t stop calling my pussy a flower.” You grinned, slipping out a chuckle but it was out of adoration, not mockery. He turned to look at you, surprised with your response but glad you found it endearing.

“You know, I could never talk about this to any other woman. Somehow, you make me feel comfortable talking about anything..it just feels so natural to blurt things out to you without a second thought.” Steve shared, tightening his grip around you, and you smiled, putting your hand on his hair to play with it.

With a pleased expression, you responded with “I feel the same.”

You laid quiet for a while, until you felt Steve's weight leave you as he rose up, “I suppose I should leave to my room then…before it gets late and people start swarming in the hallway. Least I’d want is to be caught fooling around when I’m in service.” Steve reasoned, but he was making that face, as though the idea of having to leave was upsetting him a little.

“Or…” you trailed with another option in mind. “- you could just stay here with me. We can sleep together...unless you have other work to do?”

Steve’s eyes widened with surprise of your proposal, “…Um, yes, - I mean no! I don’t have more work for tonight…and uh, only if you don’t mind,..yes, I’d love to sleep with you…in your bed. - With you..”

You laughed, pulling him back in and having him beside you this time as you pulled the covers over the two of you.

You cupped his cheek, kissing his forehead which made him have to hold back a wide grin while you still chuckled.

“You’re such a big dork, Steve.”

The sun barely lit up through the closed blinds, but the commotion going around outside was loud enough to wake you up. Your eyes flickered open, and you saw Steve, already awake with his upper body risen against the headboard.

"Morning, doll..." Steve greeted you, then turned back to his sketch book he had in front of him. You greeted him back through a yawn.

“Wow, what a pretty drawing…” you murmured with your morning voice, holding an arm around Steve as you saw him adding shade.

It was a sketched portrait of you in your sleep. You could assume he had been up a while with how far he was with the drawing process.

He smiled, “The beauty comes from the motive beside me, doll..”

“Ha! You didn’t include all my flaws in the piece, that’s why.” You joked a little with your insecurities.

“What flaws?” He asked, turning to you confused, and you laughed, thinking he was trying to be smug. “No seriously, tell me what I’m missing cause I’m pretty sure I added every single detail…”

You shrugged as you pulled some hair strands away from your face. “I don’t look that pretty when I’m sleeping. My hair is usually messier and I’ve been told I sometimes drool in my sleep, which..- yep, I’m spotting a wet patch on your shirt...” you sighed. “Sorry about that…”

“It’s okay, I think it’s kind of cute actually…” Steve spoke softly. “And your mouth was shut when I started drawing, but adding a little drool could bring more life to the drawing.”

“Don’t add it, it’s fine.” You said, slapping his hand away playfully from having him do any changes.

He put his sketch book down and turned his body to you while rubbing his eye. “Gosh, I can’t believe you had me staying in your bed. I’m surprised we managed to sleep with the little space we have.”

“We were close enough to make it comfortable.” You said with a smirk.

He hummed as he started to think. “I feel like…I’ve known you my whole life, yet I don’t know a lot about you apart from things involving future me.” He said, guilt featuring in his face.

He raised his upper body up again as a sudden realization dawned upon him. “Where are my manners, I haven’t even asked you out for dinner, a-and we’ve been so intimate already…we’ve touched and….’tasted' each other’s genitals without going on a first date. - essentially I’m an awful man.”

You pulled him to lay back again and had his face in the palm of your hands, making him look at you as you spoke up, “Hey, don’t say that. It’s not a big deal for me. Well, it would still be nice to go out but you don’t have to worry about giving into your sexual cravings with me. I was the one to engage in oral sex with you first time around and what you did to me yesterday was so wonderful too…” you reassured tenderly. “You’re such a sweet man, Steve. You were such a gentleman, putting my pleasure first before you came yourself. I adore you. I really do...” your tone became more whispery with each sentence as you closed in to Steve’s lips, stroking his bicep with comfort.

He looked into your eyes through his lashes, then at your lips, hoping you will reward him with a kiss. With the way you were closing in, he knew he was getting what he wanted so much.

“I adore you too, doll…” he said, a second before you put his lips onto his.

It lasted moments until you decided it was enough to keep you non affectionate for the rest of the day as anything different wouldn’t be ideal at all. Steve was very busy that day and the week onward, but he kept his promise of taking you out when they set him free on one of the weekends. Through the lunches and dinners Steve took you out to, you had been able to connect better through temporarily leaving behind the elephant in the room. Since you were in public, you focused on getting to know each other without putting anything out there about your time travel business and future predictions. You were getting better settled into the environment in the process, and with Steve it was easy to feel like you belonged.

Steve asked you about your hobbies and interests, where and how you were raised, and about your accomplishments and failures. He seemed genuinely interested about learning everything there is to learn about you, his back hunched with his elbows on the table as he tuned in to listen about your life. It was nice how little he made it about himself, though you couldn't help but feel bad that he couldn't tell much about himself without you already knowing it. So instead, you asked him personal questions, - things the Steve from your timeline probably had forgotten to mention as it was far in the past.

After all, you had only recently learned Steve liked to draw and was a self thought artist, - a very talented one at that. Surely there was more to know about the Steve in front of you.

"Tell me...about your biggest fear, Steve. What makes you scared the most?" You asked. The question had put him on the spot, but you were curious.

After the blip and Steve had claimed you as his girlfriend, you had asked this question to him once. You had been restless like the rest of the world, wondering how you could move onward after something so catastrophic. You had a hard time finding your place in the new ordered world, and with that you developed new fears. Did a hero like Steve also have similar fears? Steve hadn't really answered that question when asked, only muttering something along the lines of 'I don't know...no possible fear of mine can top what has happened anyway.'

"That's an interesting question." Steve started, "Uh, I suppose...being useless is my biggest fear. Me being gifted with the super soldier serum in hopes of bringing justice to the world has made me think of what other importance I would have once justice is served. I want to be of good use, but what more use do I have once the world is all good?"

You gave it a thought for a moment, reaching out to hold his hand as you held your gaze, "Steve...you want the world to be a good place, right?"

Steve nodded without hesitation, returning the grip affectionately, "Of course I do. I know it might sound like I don't with what I just said but...well, it's hard putting words to how I feel without sounding a little selfish.."

You hummed, smiling reassuringly. "That's fine, I understand. Realistically speaking, the world will never be such anyway. With rising good also rises evil. There's no stopping it no matter how much we endorse good, so you don't have to worry about ending up as only a mere symbol of justice. There will always be work to do all over the world." You said. "And even if major threats such as HYDRA don't rise up again, you being there for people and giving them a reason to keep fighting will serve a purpose in itself. No one is ever useless if they contribute keeping peace around the world."

Steve smiled, looking down at your hands as he intertwined his fingertips in yours. "You're right. I think...I'm letting my insecurities get the better of me, but hearing something so reasonable helps a lot. Hearing that from you especially is...reassuring, for reasons I shall not mention in public." He said, suppressing a grin as he looked behind him cautiously.

You shook your head in midst of laughing. Steve was full of humor despite an ongoing war happening. He has made you laugh in numerous occasions and you haven't been together for that long. You really, really liked him, you had realized, - 'like' was perhaps an understatement.

The following weeks consisted of a routine of which you quickly got used to. Through most of the day you would observe what the Howling Commandos were up to, hanging around Steve's arm when you were allowed to invade space.

Thankfully you hadn't run into Peggy as she had her own separate schedule to follow. It wasn't like you were scared of bumping into her, but you couldn't handle an awkward conversation with that woman, where it would break down to the fact that you were the reasoning for Steve 'friend-zoning' her.

A wicked part of you took pride of reclaiming Steve's attention from Peggy, but you knew it wasn't Peggy who you should be mad at for what Steve from your timeline did. He chose to go back to her, and she was long dead when he made that decision. There was no way you were going to make enemies with her, - it would be too pitiful of you.

You stayed another two weeks in Delaware base, Steve and his soldiers following through their routines before you set course to Houston military base Texas, taking 3 days to get to by train. The beginning of December welcomed you in your arrival, and there you were to prepare for your transportation to Europe where the Howling Commandos would continue their mission of putting down the remaining HYDRA bases, as well as taking HYDRA down all together.

Dr Zola and Johann Schmidt - otherwise known as the Red Skull were still out there somewhere, and there was no doubt that the HYDRA ideology would be kept alive if they were left loose.

You knew that for a fact that it would anyway, knowing Dr Zola would make his way through S.H.I.E.L.D and contribute in compromising the agency.

When you were alone, you kept yourself occupied with Genesis, reading through upcoming events. While most events were insignificant, there was a particular event that had caught your eye, making your blood turn cold.

January 4th, 1945. - James Buchanan Barnes presumed death by accident mid-mission of capturing Dr Zola.

Oh no...

This was one of the biggest life changing events of Steve's life and it was approaching within weeks.

You tried not to let it haunt you too much. There was still time to consider how you were to interfere in that situation, - if you were to interfere at all. You didn't want to worry Steve either, especially when Christmas was around the corner.

The Christmas celebration was simple, yet so lively because of the soldiers. You could spot cheap, - clumsily put together Christmas decorations everywhere around the base, but it had its own charm. The real Christmas spirit came from the people you were surrounded with. You made small talk with the members of the Howling Commandos, - members such as Dum Dum who you knew was a well respected man among them. He was keen on having you share about your relationship with 'The Captain', but you only responded like a smartass, giving away little input about it. He was halfway drunk and didn't seem to mind though, - only finding you entertaining.

As you gained more attention from the members, Steve saved you by pulling you away, asking you, "May I dance with you, miss?"

You smirked, "Can you even dance, Captain?"

"If you take the lead, I might get the hang of it." Steve answered cockily, his confidence sparked from the 6 glasses of whiskey he drank. While alcohol barely affected his soberness, it sure made him feel lighter from his usual nervousness.

You found yourselves matching to the rhythm of the music being played by the musicians on stage, - classical Christmas carols being played on repeat. While it wasn't perfect dancing and unorthodox of you to take the lead as a woman, you enjoyed yourselves, occasionally laughing at how silly you were being. It wasn't like you were the only ones being silly, - half of the people dancing were drunk and making a fool of themselves too. It was all harmless fun.

No gifts were exchanged, but the free turkey serving made up for a pleasant Christmas celebration at a military base. After a couple of shots, your drunk self grew sleepy and Steve being the gentleman he is brought you back safely to your room.

Of course you didn't let him leave you too easily as your arms clung to him, begging him to stay. He couldn't resist you even if he tried.

The day after came and you were leaving for Europe. While dealing with your day after hangover, you made sure you had everything with you, most importantly Genesis and the suitcase which had the Stark industries logo removed by you for some time. Steve had you close to him, from when you first packed your stuff till boarding of the aircraft. He was also with you for the duration of the whole flight, sitting beside you and only turning to Bucky a few times who sat behind you for short conversations.

You didn't miss the exchanged smirks between the two men, making you internally laugh at how boyish they were being. It was the equivalent of two high school girls being excited for the other over a text from a crush. You decided to be bold and lean your head on Steve's shoulder, pretending you were going to take a nap. The sound of someone choking on their spit came from behind and you snorted, something that went unnoticed by Steve as he tried not to turn red again.

Snickers and chuckles from the soldiers sitting aisles back became background noise of the loud turboprop sound, and Steve couldn't do much other than bear it for the sake of you 'resting'.

The time of the long flight passed quicker than you anticipated, and you now found yourselves in northern Italy, in the very same country where the Howling Commandos made their first print.

People were held busy as, according to Steve, this area had been reclaimed from HYDRA only months ago, and now they were enforcing the place to make sure it stays that way.

Steve led you to a huge tent, which was personally set up to accommodate members of the Howling Commandos. That left less privacy than previously, but it wasn't like you and Steve had plans to go about your sexual conquests around this time. For the two of you, it only meant you had to go elsewhere to talk, to prevent slipping out confidential information.

That was why when everything was dropped by your designated bunker beds, Steve led you to a nearby abandoned church, which was only down a trail of the military base. While there was no power when you stepped inside, there were candles lighten up by the huge icons which gave the place a cozy vibe to it. Steve walked over and lit a candle himself, placing it carefully by the others before he sat beside you at the bench furthest back and pulled up his sketch book to draw. You watched as he started drawing a few lines while talking about all kinds of things, such as how it was for him to be here first time around when he was on U.S.O tour but then took the turn of rescuing soldiers and destroying the first HYDRA base; the foundation of him becoming the hero, - Captain America.

He had a smile plastered on his face as he talked passionately about how it was to finally be of use and rescue the soldiers, which also founded the Howling Commandos. How he was thankful for being able to save his best friend from whatever HYDRA was going to do with him.

Oh that's right...Bucky received HYDRA's mild super soldier serum at the HYDRA base in Anzano... Did Steve not know this now? You began to wonder. Seems like he didn't.

You moved the conversation forward before you considered speaking up about that, and a sudden question popped in your mind.

"Where has Peggy been all this time?"

"She's been around when we were in Delaware and Houston, though I believe she's in New York now, with Harold Stark. We had claimed HYDRA technology last time we were here and it was taken back to America for inspection." Steve shared the information he had on top of his head. "Why do you ask?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I'm surprised I haven't bumped into her once...she wasn't with us at the Christmas gathering."

"She was there." Steve clarified, which made you stiffen. "I suppose you didn't notice her. She only came by to wish us a merry Christmas before she went on her way."

"Does she know who I am? That it's me you're mingling with?"

"She hasn't asked after your name or any of that, but I can only guess she knows it's you since you're the only other woman here doing active service...she knows I'm not getting myself out there so she might put two and two together.." He closed his sketch book just then, putting it aside as he gave you full attention. "Why so curious about her all of a sudden?"

"No particular reason...I've been mentally preparing myself for the moment we inevitably meet each other, and I'm just surprised it has lasted so long without it ever coming." You explained.

Steve chuckled at that, pulling you into his embrace as he gave the top of your head a kiss. "She's not going to bite your head off if that's what you're worried about...if anything I imagine you two getting along well. You're both strong, highly intelligent women, it would only be natural."

You huffed and rolled your eyes, "I'm not scared of her. It's just weird you know...to be within reach of the woman I envied for two years because I learned she has something I don't have..."

"Hm.." Steve hummed quietly. His face turned sad when he realized what the meaning behind your statement was. "I'm not going to judge you if you feel...'uncertain' about yourself...but there's nothing Peggy has of her character and appearance that is superior to your own." Steve assured while stroking your back. "I have been thinking about it a lot about your situation and...I may have worked up a theory based on some logic, if I can call it that...I think the reason Steve from the future left was because the lack of belonging and familiarity, as well as him thinking too much about what he had potentially missed out on...he didn't have anyone tell him what he had to prepare himself for. That there would be a matter of time-traveling to the future. That is what makes our situation so different. I know some of the basics of what will happen and to be honest...I don't feel worried about it as much as I probably should be...knowing that I'll meet you and keep being of service, and getting to see the advanced world is...exciting? It's hard to put words on it really."

"I'll agree that is the most logical reason so far...but the more I'm with you, the less am I looking for an explanation. He left and...there's that...." Your face lit up when you processed what he had said last, and you tilted your head to meet his eyes. "Do you really mean that though? You'd be excited to meet me in the future?"

"Of course, doll..." Steve confirmed softly, "If I do appear in the future, we can at least continue our relationship from there. Maybe I'll cheat with my knowledge and meet you a few years earlier, so we can hit it off together with a head start. You can show me around, help me get settled, just like I've helped you settle here. It'll all be the same, just switched up circumstances. That sounds nice, doesn't it?"

""...I appreciate you sharing that with me, Steve. But I hope you realize, it most likely won't be me you're meeting."

Steve frowned, although he was a little zoned out and the sentence hadn't fully registered in his mind, so he asked, "What do you mean?"

You decided to stand up from the bench just then, dismissively shaking head, "It's...I'll explain it another time...It's getting late don't you think? We should rest." You suggested with a tight smile.

"I mean, we had a long flight, sure but...it's only 06:30 PM?"

You became silent, only letting out a sigh as if you had held your breath a little too much during the whole conversation. Steve grew worried, and so he stood up himself to come over to you and touched your shoulder.

"Doll, what's going on? You have been acting...kind of strange, - more like different the past week. As if something is bugging you." Steve spoke observingly. "Is everything alright?"

"Steve, I..." You started as you swallowed a lump down your throat. "I checked up with Genesis about upcoming events and...something bad is going to happen soon.."

N/A One more chapter and an epilogue to go! The stakes are getting higher. >>

Feedback and reblogs are very appreciated to help me complete this story! Thank you for reading! <3

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haravath0t · 5 months

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⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄

𝟺𝟶𝚜!𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟸

“𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜,

𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜.”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the holidays are nearing, and he cannot help but feel excited looking for trees with you now that he has a lot more strength than he used to

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

“Steve!”

“Sweetheart, please relax for me?” Steve urges for the tenth time softly, seeing guilt run through your face as the now large and muscular blonde happily carries the fresh Christmas tree from the tree farm with ease.

It was a hard sight to become accustomed to, seeing Steve…your Steve, doing all these strenuous things all on his own, especially when many Christmases have gone by where you had been splitting 50%, hell, 75% of the labor with him. Steve only looks back at you when he realizes you haven’t been walking alongside him for three or four steps, the same confident and eager gaze targeted towards you reminding you of the frail man that you have grown to love all these years, and that unshakeable spirit of his.

“Oh, doll…” He sighs with a soft smile, his gloved hand taking your own as he leans to give a tender peck on your lips. It was as though he knew what you were thinking, wanting to soothe your inherent worries and silence your thoughts to come back to him. “We’re almost home. Come on.”

#steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #40s!steve #40s!steve x Reader #mcu moodboard #steve rogers moodboard #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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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.

☆

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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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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HI Sanne!! SO excited about your celebration! <3 Congratulations on 600, omg. Well deserved.

My prompt req is: Steve x fem!reader, maybe best friend or neighbor, or Bucky's sister perhaps? He came home from the Army v serious, v closed off to everyone, but he's compulsively showing his concern about her, ie. something like tugging her elbow so she doesn't trip, giving up his coffee cup for her use, putting himself between her and a creep at the bar, etc. Something pushes him over the edge and she calls him on it. (sumthin like that ;) <3)

𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

lord i am sorry. i meant to answer this months ago and it is such a fabulous prompt, kate, but the writer's brain just didn't want to cooperate. ANYWAY, i finished it, two hundred followers later. hope i did it justice <3 please have an angsting stevie and a sweetheart reader:

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"'Scuse me, sorry—" you squeezed past a couple of old ladies who side-eyed you, stepping away. The bulky food trays certainly weren't improving matters, and no one seemed too keen on helping.

That was alright. The neighborhood hadn't had a block party in years and now that the war was over, people were in high spirits. You didn't expect them to pay attention to the woman shuffling around potato salad and cottage pie.

"Y/N!"

Loretta bounced over, eagerly taking the foil off a tray and helping herself. You wobbled, just barely setting down said tray before she dug in.

"You bring the best potlucks,” she gushed around a mouthful.

"Thanks, Lor. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Loretta was your perky downstairs neighbor who liked to chat for far too long while getting her mail. But she was nice enough and you'd never wish her any ill will, especially since she helped set up tents for tonight.

"Oh, sure. You know who I saw?"

"Who?"

She grinned, expression turning dreamy.

"James Barnes. We're going dancing Friday."

You blinked, hands falling to your sides.

"Bucky’s back?"

"Mmhm! Is this chicken?"

"Beef. When did he return?"

You wracked your brain trying to think if you'd seen him. Bucky was back… did that mean Steve was too?

"Nearly a week ago," Loretta chirped. "He's so handsome in his uniform."

"I'm sure. What about Steve?"

Loretta clapped her hands together, forgetting the food for a moment.

"Oh, you mean Captain America? Of course he is. Haven't you seen him yet? Nearly everyone on the block wants to meet him. I've got a sister in Syracuse who's dog mad I get to see him everyday."

Loretta scooped herself a large helping of potato salad, then pointed with her fork.

"He's over by the fence, talking to Maria Donaldson. Her father's a senator, you know. Not too shabby, huh?"

"Oh," you replied quietly. "Right. Good for him. I'm, um, gonna go check on the desserts."

You hurried away, going straight for the rows of pies. You'd been one of the people to organize the party originally, mainly food. You busied yourself with cutting and serving slices, not daring to look the Donaldsons' way.

"Do you have blueberry?" asked a short, stout man with thinning hair. You shook your head.

"No, sorry. We have apple, chocolate, lemon, banana cream…"

"Why didn't you make blueberry?"

"No one brought it this year. At the next block party, I'll make a suggestion…"

"You broads have one job,” he sneered, crowding you and the table. “The least you could do—"

"Is there a problem?"

Steve was in a checkered button down, hair neatly combed back. He’d always been handsome, with his sweet blue eyes and pink cheeks. Perfect for a senator's daughter.

He stepped between you two, blocking you from view. You peeked around one giant shoulder as he stared down your heckler.

"This girl and her bridge club forgot the goddamn blueberry pie."

Steve straightened, gaining at least another inch in height.

"The lady worked very hard on this event and provided plenty of great food. You can find something else. If not, you'll leave."

“Who the hell do you think you are? I’m a part of this neighborhood and—”

“And this party is a privilege,” Steve cut in, stance wide. “Do we understand each other?”

How different this Steve was compared to the upstairs neighbor you remembered. He’d never backed down, ever, but now, people listened.

The man grumbled. Steve didn’t flinch, and after deciding he didn't feel like getting his ass handed to him by Captain America, the asshole snatched a piece of lemon pie.

"Thank her," said Steve, easy as anything. "She didn't have to give it to you."

The veins on the man's forehead bulged as Steve coolly stared him down.

"Thank you," the man said gruffly, then stalked off.

Steve turned as you walked around the table. You offered a tentative smile. He returned it, dimmer than you remembered.

"Hi, Steve."

"Hey. Are you alright?"

You nodded. "I'm fine. That was…"

"He won't bother you again."

You wrung your hands. Steve stood ramrod straight, arms behind his back. The smile was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"Welcome back," you offered.

"Thank you."

"I'm glad you're home. You and Bucky."

Steve nodded, gaze softening. He looked exhausted.

"It's good to see you, Y/N."

You gestured to the table.

"Pie? There's tons. Or um…"

You crouched to pull out the cinnamon cake you'd made specially for the end of the night.

"I'm technically saving this for after the fireworks," you confessed with a laugh, "but, do you want some? You like cinnamon cake, don’t you?"

You didn't need to reveal that you may or may not have made this for in case you saw Steve.

"Oh. No, I don't want to cut into it if it's for everyone."

You smiled, tilting your head.

"No one will know, Steve. I know it's your favorite."

"I'll wait. Thank you, though."

You chewed the inside of your cheek, nodding. The Steve from before would've happily accepted a slice.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Yeah, I've been at the booths down the block. It's a great event you organized, Y/N, seriously."

"Oh, well, it wasn't just me," you shrugged. "Plenty of people helped."

"You put it together, though. Only you would keep everybody's spirits up like this."

"People deserve it." You deserve it.

"Y/N! Can you bring these over to the Brigleys' booth?"

Loretta suddenly heaved several trays into your arms. You staggered briefly, balancing the weight.

"Oh, Captain!" she squealed, pushing past. "So good to see you! Well, that serum really did a number, huh? Golly."

Steve's expression was tight. "Ma'am."

Loretta giggled. "Look at that. Ma'am. Army shaped you right up."

"Uh, Loretta," you began loudly, smile tight. "Isn't that your cousin talking to Bucky over there?"

Loretta whipped her head around, scowling.

"I'm never inviting her to something again, I swear!" she snapped, stomping away.

Steve bowed his head, biting back a smile. You giggled, adjusting your grip on the trays.

"Tell Bucky I'll give him an extra cinnamon cake as an apology."

Steve snorted. "He'll be just fine. Jumped right back into the swing of things."

"And you?"

His gaze flicked up to you.

"I don't know," he finally confessed.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Brigley waved from down the street, gesturing to the trays.

"Yes, Mrs. Brigley. Be right there!"

You took a step forward. Immediately, your knees buckled, shoes catching on uneven pavement, the weight too much. Steve surged forward, catching the pans with one arm and holding your waist with the other. You inhaled sharply at the feel of his warm hand plastered over your ribs. He set the pans down, searching your face as he goaded you to a chair.

"Steve—"

"I'll be right back,” he said firmly. “Stay there, rest. You've been on your feet too long."

Though the words were a Captain's order, his tone was tender. You nodded, watching as he went and scooped up the pans like they were nothing, jogging to Mrs. Brigley. She, of course, wanted to chat, because everyone wanted a piece of Steve now. And why wouldn't they? Steve was golden, always had been. It wasn't fair of you to want him to yourself. You had no claim on him; not before, and not now.

"Finally, you're here. The recycling by the stop sign needs to be taken out."

An older woman, holding an entire pie you were pretty sure she did not make, stood before you, waiting expectantly. You sighed, plastering on a smile.

"Sure. Thank you for informing me."

She hobbled away, probably to go steal more food, while you went to wrap up the bag, pulling it out of the bin. You dragged it out and down the sidewalk towards the small alley with the recycling bins. It wasn't as well lit and you tried to avoid stepping on the broken bottles and trash that littered the cement. As you lifted the lid and heaved the bag in, quick footsteps approached, crunching glass.

"Y/N? Jesus. Are you okay?"

"Steve?" You closed the lid, your face a question mark as he neared. "What's wrong? Did something happen to the booths?"

"You shouldn't be here by yourself. It's dark and you could cut yourself."

You blinked. "Steve, it's less than fifty feet away from the street. I think I'll be okay."

He closed his eyes briefly, swallowing, chest rising and falling too fast. For a moment, you feared an asthma attack, something you'd witnessed quite a few times.

"Hey, hey. What's going on?" you asked.

"N-nothing. C’mon, let's—"

"Steve." You rested both hands on his wrists. He stopped. "You've been acting off all night. It's clearly not nothing."

He bowed his head, shoulders hunching.

"I missed you," he confessed quietly.

"I missed you too," you smiled. "But you've got me, Steve. I'm not going anywhere."

"Stuff happened, when I was over there, and I saw—" Steve stopped, swallowing.

He wavered forward the tiniest bit, arms twitching. Then he froze, restraining himself. You took the hint, wrapping your arms around his neck and coaxing him into a hug. Immediately, Steve clung to you, hands on your back, melding you to his chest. You hummed, breathing him in.

"Yeah," you murmured, smoothing over the cowlick that just never seemed to settle no matter how much pomade Steve wrangled into it. "I think if anybody deserves to rest, it's you."

There was a heaviness, a weight that hadn't been there the last time you saw him, over a year ago. He pulled back slightly, nose nearly touching yours.

"Steve, I—" you fumbled, realizing how close Steve was, how you could count all the freckles on his cheeks if you wanted to.

“Yeah?” he breathed, warm air on your cheek.

Your arms were around his neck. His hands stayed dutifully on your waist. Steve’s eyes were like starlight, bright and earnest. Something delicate pulled in your chest, curling close to your heart. His eyes went to your lips.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

Steve surged forward like he’d been waiting all night to do so. He melded you against him. Your lips slotted together. Kissing Steve was coming home. You knew he felt it too, with how he made a small noise into your mouth, unable to get enough of you. You felt his worry, his weariness forged through war and being stretched in a hundred different directions.

Land here. I’ve got you.

Eventually you had to come up for air. But Steve didn’t go far. He merely moved to your sternum, resting his forehead. You held him like that, playing with the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m glad you’re home, Steve,” you repeated, and this time he didn’t tense.

“Yeah,” he said against your skin. “Me too.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x yn #steve rogers fanfiction #40s steve rogers x reader #i get a prompt with protective steve where the reader is basically his wife and i lose my mind. am i that predictable? (yes)#inbox #blurb #kate tag 🍭

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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While You Sit and Watch

Summary: Bucky loved making you a wreck, but he always made sure you looked pretty afterwards.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader, skinny!Steve Rogers

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (M receiving), exhibition, slight degradation, slight dumbification, gagging, tears, teasing, voyeurism (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You loved James Buchanan Barnes. Loved him with every fiber of your being. Loved when he would destroy you, just because he loved to bring you back up. He loved to see your face wrecked, because he had a very easy and simple solution to doll you back up afterwards. Kept it right in his pocket.

All it takes at the diner is Bucky tapping on his pocket, and your legs start switching around trying to create friction. Bucky always loved teasing you anyway. Kept you nice and wet and ready for him. Looking up across the table to Steve, you try to ignore Bucky’s need to have you. “So, Steve, any luck with finding a way into the army?” He shakes his head no regrettably, watching his friend tap over his pocket again.

“Stevie boy doesn’t need to be in the army, huh?” Bucky taps on the pocket again, and you pretend not to even notice. You were supposed to be having dinner with Steve.

“I talked to my friend. She wants to meet you,” you give him a smile, leaning over to suck on your straw, and you can feel and hear Bucky’s chest rumble out a growl. “Bucky,” you squeal, smiling over at him.

“Really?” His eyes scan down your body, as his tongue pokes out his cheek. “Oh, you’re in for it, Doll.”

“I think maybe,” Steve starts, getting your attention back over towards him. “I think…I think he might want your attention.”

“He can wait,” Bucky’s hand grips tight to your knee, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escapes your mouth. “Bucky.”

“I need your help with something.”

“And we have company.”

“Steve is fine. Aren’t you, Stevie? It’ll only take a few minutes. You think you’ll be okay?” Bucky never looks at his friend, and you never look away from Steve as he takes a big gulp.

“That’s all it takes?” He inhales a deep breath, finally looking away from you. “I mean…that’s really it?”

“You wanna find out?” Bucky smirks, grabbing up your hand and he drags you behind the restaurant. Pushing you down to your knees while he leans back on the wall. “Go on, we’re being timed. Take me out, Doll. You know you want to. I could feel the heat radiate off you as soon as I tapped my pocket. Don’t worry, I’ll make you all pretty afterwards. No one has to know that you’re my pretty little slut.”

You shiver as you start taking Bucky’s heavy cock out of his pants. Looking all pretty with beads of precum leaking out of him. That protruding vein hitting the sunlight just right. Holding his thick shaft in your hand, your ruby red lips kiss up his length leaving the prettiest red color behind. Licking off his cream, you smile up at him, “Better than your milkshake, huh? Come on, baby, I’ll take care of you later.”

Teasing him just a bit more, you lift his dick up. Flattening your tongue, you lick up the underside of his entire length. Giving him a little smile, wiggling your ass before sinking down over him. Your fist pumping at the base, while you bobbed on him. “Oh, Doll baby, won’t you choke on me? You look so pretty when you're leaking tears? You’re choosing the feel of my cock over breathing, and it makes me completely weak for you.”

He had a way with words. Dropping your hand, you grip tightly to his thighs. Hollowing out your cheeks as you take his entire self in your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, and tears start to sting your eyes as you try not to gag.

Bucky’s hands slide behind your head as he drives into your messy mouth. His cock matched your lips as your lipstick stains him, he loved it though. Remnants of you. A memory that you seriously were a slut for him. Putting your virtue on the line for anyone to see you in this compromising position. Mewling at just the mere taste and feel of Bucky in your mouth. It was unheard of, but you took it so well.

Made him proud to see your eyes glossy as you stared up at him. You didn’t care that he was making a mess of your makeup, because it made him happy. You were perfect, and he was going to find out just how perfect you are.

Pulling out of you, your lungs scream at the sharp intake of breath before he crams himself back in you. You let him use your body, and he loved you even more for it. Some may say he was disrespectful, but they didn’t see how much he cared for you afterward. Give and take. And you adored being his little sex doll. If only they could feel the way that Bucky made you feel.

His motions start to shutter, and your eyes shine up at him in anticipation. Ready for the musky briny essence of James Buchanan Barnes. His foot slides in between your legs, needing to know just how wet you were to have his cock in your mouth. You grind down over the patent leather, and he lifts his head back moaning. You were his slut through and through.

Looking back down at you with a smirk, he gives his hips one hard thrust and his cum coats the back of your throat. You stare up at him owlishly, sucking out every bit of his delectable spunk, moaning out when he pulls himself out of you. His thumb pets over your skin when he pulls his foot out from under you.

“See, Stevie, you treat them right, and they are desperate for your cock, huh? Look at how wet she got. And that cunt, damn, the sweetest little peach there is. Maybe one day we’ll let you have a taste,” the two of them stare at his foot that was coated in your slick. Making the black look even shinier, and Bucky couldn’t be more proud of you.

“Bucky, she’s a mess.”

Bucky taps at his pocket, giving Steve a quick glance before removing a little compact. Complete with your lipstick and brush. Tilting your head up to look at him, he wipes off the smeared red with his thumb, cooing out your name with every wipe. Expertly taking some of the lipstick on the brush as he carefully fills your lips back in. And then moves to wiping away your black tears.

“Only a little stain. You were upset though, okay?” You give him a nod, smiling up at him so sweetly. “Doll, you think you want Steve to see how pretty your cunt is?”

“Mhmm,” you look back over to the tiny Steve who was adjusting his pants. Not all of him was tiny. “Whatever you want me to do, Sergeant.”

“You gonna keep his bed warm while I’m away?” You give him a head nod as he pulls you up to him. “You sure are a pretty little thing. Later tonight, Stevie, I’ll show you how to fuck a dame. But remember, if I let you fuck her, she’s mine, I’m just letting you loan her. And Doll, you’ll need to take it easy Steve, he has asthma.”

“Don’t worry, Sugar,” your red nails brush down Steve’s face, and his lip trembles, “I can do all the work,” he takes a deep breath, and whispers out yes ma’am as the three of you walk back into the restaurant. You didn’t mind being Bucky’s cockslut, especially if it meant that Steve was going to be your little slut. You had to have something to keep you busy while Bucky was away. And heaven knows, you loved to play. You were so thankful these boys enjoyed sharing their toys.

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vilentia · 1 year

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A romantic relationship with Steve Rogers from the 1940s (pre-serum)

Steve and you meet when you're both volunteering at the same charity event.

Steve is immediately taken with your intelligence and kindness.

You are impressed with Steve's selflessness and willingness to help others.

You start seeing each other more often, attending local events and going on walks.

Steve is very traditional in his approach to courtship and wants to take things slow.

He is hesitant to make any moves, but you are patient and understanding.

You start spending more time alone together, often sharing meals and talking about your interests and values.

Steve is drawn to your strong sense of morality and commitment to doing what's right.

You are fascinated by Steve's independent spirit and passion for social justice.

You start to develop a deep emotional connection, based on mutual respect and understanding.

Steve becomes more comfortable around you and starts opening up about his past.

You listen with empathy and offer a supportive presence.

You share your dreams for the future, with Steve expressing a desire to make a difference in the world.

You encourage Steve to pursue his goals, offering to help in any way you can.

You share your first kiss on a quiet evening, sitting on a park bench under the stars.

Steve is a romantic at heart and often surprises you with small gestures, like bringing you flowers or leaving you notes.

You are touched by Steve's thoughtfulness and reciprocate by making him baked goods and other treats.

You have your first argument when Steve insists on paying for all your dates, despite your insistence on splitting the bill.

You challenge Steve's traditional views on gender roles and you have a productive conversation about your differing perspectives.

You come to a compromise, with Steve still wanting to show his appreciation but being more open to your desire for equality.

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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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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year

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Has anyone watched Shining Vale? Spent the last 2 days binging it & now all I can think about is a story...

*mild spoiler warning*

with Bucky or Steve where the reader gets possessed by a dead 40's/50's housewife, chaos, smut, & maybe a bit of evil ensues.

#shining vale #story ideas #bucky banres #james bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #50s housewife #40s housewife #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut

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literaryavenger · 4 days

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Series (3+ parts)

Broken - finished

2-part shots

I love you and I hate it

Part 1 | Part 2

Meet the Guardians of the Galaxy

Part 1 | Part 2

Sargeant Grumpy

Part 1 | Part 2

One-shots

On Thin Ice - Figure Skating AU - requested

Mornings Like This - requested

Love Is A Battlefield

New Year's Eve

Happy Birthday

Birthday Kiss - 40s Bucky

Can I Be Him?

Not So Bad

Sputnik - requested

Obsessed

Back To You - alternative ending

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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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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