#Bucky Barnes fanfiction
Part Twelve of The Fixers
Clint didn’t like what they were walking into. He, Steve and Natasha had found some steam in a local factory, but had now stumbled across a strange building in one of the backstreets.
Alpine the cat meowed nervously.
“You and me both,” Clint said.
The building gave him the creeps.
However, Steve had said he was sure he had heard Sam talking. Clint personally thought this was a stupid reason to go into a creepy building, but they didn’t have much choice.
Thankfully Steve was right. The building was a large hall, and Luna, Tod, Redwing, Sam and Bucky were on the other side of the hall.
“We found the steam!” Clint called. The group met in the middle and hugged each other.
“Glad you’re safe,” Sam said.
“Yeah, except for the fact that we risked our lives going into the factory to get it,” Natasha said grimly.
“Thank you. We should get back to the airship,” Bucky said.
The hall had an unmistakable chill, as if someone was watching them.
The walk back to the airship was uneventful. Once inside, Bucky took the kettle that held the steam in, and poured it into a little beaker that was connected to the main control panel.
“And we’re live,” he said as the control panel flickered on.
“Yay!” Tod said, cuddling up to Bucky.
“Let’s get out of here,” Sam said, sitting in the co-pilot seat.
The airship had been flying for an hour or so when Luna took over flying for Bucky, who had to go get some lunch.
“Has anyone seen Bucky?” Natasha asked, walking out of the bathroom dressed in white pyjamas with red roses on them. Her hair was wet and in two braids.
Clint and Steve were playing a game of cards in the living room.
“He’s taking his time with lunch.”
Then Redwing screeched loudly from his lookout post in the control room.
A plane flew past them quickly. But there was an unmistakable glint of metal on top of the plane.
“What the hell? Redwing, go get closer to that plane,” Sam said.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That plane is set to explode,” a voice said.
The demonic spirit was suddenly behind Sam, grinning like a cat who got the cream.
“Sorry about your friend. But I demand a soul. And his was just too tempting not to take,” Katherine said, teleporting onto the dashboard.
“What do you mean?” Luna asked.
“What I mean is, your friend is going to die.”
Black Out Days
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes/ Original Female Character.
important Tags/Genre: AU-canon divergent, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationship, Depictions of Violence, Fluff, Angst.
Summary: He is decommissioned; more out of a personal choice than from outside pressure. James wants nothing more than to live simply---considering the over complications and trauma of his one hundred and six years of existence. So, he leaves New York and settles in a small town off the coast of Maine.
And that’s when he meets her. An odd little bartender by the name of Honey. And that's when his life once again faces complications.
Authors Notes: This is entirely self-indulgent i have no excuses. Takes place just before The Falcon and the Winter Solider and throughout it, though with obvious canon divergence. This is just the first chapter is what I plan to be a pretty long project with a themed Spotify playlist in the works.
I don't heavily edit bc I'm lazy, and the chapters following should be much longer than this one. I plan to update every Sunday. Hope yall enjoy it!
Also posted on my AO3
Feels like I'm standing on the outside
And I know this body's not mine
To begin with
I wish that I could crawl out
And see the world
-- This Body Means Nothing to Me, Shrimp
Tires grip well to the roads despite the slick left from the morning's showers; James takes each turn carefully, only pushing so far as he creeps past the posted speed limits. The roadway winds around hills, and through thickets of massive trees--the kind of ones that stand so tall the tops are hidden behind thick quells of fog. It’s all so different from the city---so quiet, so rural, so far away from, well, everything.
It’s odd, so odd in fact that the man has had issues with occupying himself ever since he had arrived in town. Thank God for his neighbor, an old man that told him of the happening downtown life in the city only fifteen minutes away. “Good live music, beer, and pool.” That's what the man had said.
James can’t help but laugh now as he pulls into downtown. A city? Nestled in the middle of almost nowhere off the coast, this city was a measly strip of road stacked with a few shops, dive bars, and tourist attractions that he was more than sure hadn’t seen any revenue in more than a few decades. But it was nice, quaint. It would do.
James parks right on main street, the engine of his bike hissing, and ticking while he shuts her down and eases off his seat. Gloved fingers work the straps of his helmet and he sets it down while eyes scan his surroundings---not that there was much to be found. Just as he expected, two dive bars, a grocery store, a college bar, and long since closed shops. Lamp posts dot the street every few feet or so, and the roads are paved well with added bike lanes, and parking.
Beyond that, apartments, and houses. That’s when he spots it: a single door settled against heavy brick with an old school glowing neon sign---like an old school dinner. 84 Dive. Legs take him there without a second thought, and before he knows it, the old wooden door is slamming behind him, shaking its frame and rattling the metal push bar that sits in the middle. James is met with a flight of stairs, and he takes them one at a time, admiring the layers of stickers and posters that line the overhead.
A soft tune hits his ears, something he doesn’t recognize at all but that Peter had told him was something called pop-punk---whatever the hell that was, and the heavy scent of...Guinness?
“Hey, hon.” James almost misses the greeting, so caught up in surveying his surroundings. But the sound of someone clearing their throat diverts his attention, and he looks to find a tiny thing of a woman standing behind the bar.
“Uh hi.” his tone is sheepish, and the woman grins while an open palm motions to one of the many empty seats at the bar.
“What are you having?”
“Any kinda pilsner is fine,” James responds instantly, creeping closer to sweep a stool out from the bar's overhang. The woman nods, and turns to the taps, spinning a pint glass in the center of her palm before pouring him a glass. He watches intently as her frame glides from place to place behind the bar, as though she could do so with her eyes closed. When she turns to place the beer before him, he flushes, caught off guard by the intensity within her eyes. Two orbs stare back at him, shimmering and practically filled to the brim with honey.
“Have a shot?” her question catches him off guard yet again, and he fumbles the response before finally finding his voice.
“Want a shot? You look like you could use one.” without waiting for his answer she produces two shot glasses and turns to snag a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor stands. She pours them both one, and a single gloved hand snakes out to take his own. With a simple and muted toast, they both toss their drinks back. She doesn’t flinch; his lips twitch in the faintest of smirks.
“You new?” elbows lean against the bar top, pointed chin nestled between both of her hands, as though she were bored out of her mind---or simply tired.
“Yeah, I moved in last week. Name’s James.”
Full lips split into a wide smile, and the woman thrusts her hand out with enough enthusiasm to nearly startle him.
“Honey.” his brow quirks, and he takes her hand, nervousness melting away.
“Are we that close already?” Her eyes roll.
“No, ass. That’s my name. Honey.” her fingers squeeze his, and he returns the gesture in kind---she’s got a good handshake, that's for sure. “So what brings you to this boring little town, you look more like the city type.” He returns to his drink, an easy shrug rolling off broad shoulders; the leather jacket that clung to him squeaking slightly.
“Needed a change of scenery.” eyes fall to trace the many etches settled within the wood of the bar top; a few names, a few vulgar words, and many many phallic shapes. James can feel her eyes on him, and he would be a liar to say it didn’t make him uncomfortable---as though she were breaking him down to figure him out. But, he doesn’t grant her the satisfaction of looking up. A beat of silence passes, then another, and another until finally:
“I thought you’d be taller.”
Blue hues cut high, brows taught, and jaw tight. Honey looks at him with a satisfied smirk on her face, and he can make out the dimple that hides in the depths of her round cheeks when he does.
“What do you mean?” James asks after a moment, and the woman chuckles. Arms folded across her chest, hand batting back a cluster of long slim braids that had fallen in her face.
“Random stranger who screams New York moves to a tiny town off the coast of Maine; looks broody, and needs a change of scenery. Iduno. I just kinda figured. Not to mention your face was plastered all over the news for a while there.” Honey pauses. “I like the haircut by the way.”
For the first time in decades, he’s baffled. What a strange, acute, and aloof woman. It’s unnerving, but---fun.
“No problem, hope you like our crazy little town.” she smiles again but this one is far more genuine, even as the tanned skin around her eyes crinkle just slightly. Just then, the door slams and a few pairs of booted feet make their descent down the stairs. “Well, James, let me know if you need anything.” and like that, she’s off to help the gaggle of new patrons that had just walked in. They hoop and holler--clearly having already hit the few bars before this one.
James watches while they all greet her warmly; with kind smiles and flirtatious quips. Honey takes it all in stride and dishes out their drinks, stopping only to joke and laugh along with them. Fingers tap against the glass of his pint, amused by the odd little woman and the quirkiness of it all.
And when he leaves, a crisp ten-dollar bill deposited on the bar top, he rides back home with honey on his mind.
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1. Body swap with Bucky
𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?
Summary: based on the request
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: smut, the roles are reversed, body switch, experimentation in the bedroom, unprotected sex
Word Count: 3143
A mission gone wrong, that was often what people would describe it as. The gas had hit you, hurtling you into a perfusion of bleak senses and lack of sight, as well as your partner on the mission; James Buchanan Barnes. There were many things that you could say about the man, many that contradicted against the opinions of the team. Most people saw him as a hunk of agitation, wanting nothing more than to evade any possible scenario where he would be condoned to socialised, yet you knew him to be completely different. At first, he had taken time to warm up to the other members, however, now, despite often growing annoyed in their presences, he saw them as a family.
It was a relief to experience him growing more open with people day by day, but the turn of things had certainly opened him up to a whole new experience with you. The two of you had been together for a while now, which may have made you biased in concerns of whom you were going to exhibit your want to part and endure a mission with. That attitude had gotten you in quite the predicament when you found yourself laid in a hospital bed, the strangest part was, that your head was turned to the side as you viewed your resting self. "What the..." Looking down at your hands, as though they could supply an answer, they indeed did.
One hand attached to the form that you were locked in was large and masculine, and familiar, you had often found it wringing away in the domain of your underwear, fiddling away with all the treasures that were prized between your tender lips. It belonged to Bucky, the other that you found attached to yourself was made of vibranium, sleek with the efficiency in colour of gold and black, crafted in a country that was intellectually ahead of all others. You were worried, you were in Bucky's body, rather than your own. It was a strange turn of event, collateral from the mission that you had been sent on.
If you were to assume correctly, you'd take a guess that it were Bucky encased in your body, from the heart monitor beside the other bed, the rate in which your actual heart thumped seemed to be going fine. You wondered how long it would take him, if it were he in your form, and if he were fine. He would surely panic once he realised that the pair of you had switched due to a mission failure, he'd run his mind through all the possible scenarios of fixing the problematic predicament that the pair of you had literally breathed in. And whilst that would be somewhat amusing to see him worry in your body, lacking his super strength to aid in his appalled destruction, it was not worth the stress.
"Bucky." You called out to him, a masculine tone fortifying the name that slithered off your tongue. It felt strange, he hardly ever said it himself, unless he was introducing himself to a stranger, which was often something that he hated doing. The sound that exhibited you had drawn some attention, for a doctor entered the room, clipboard in hand, as she came closer and checked your, well Bucky's, vitals. Everything on the outside appeared fine, and whilst it may have been healthy, things were misplaced. Doctor Cho was one person that you confide in, she was used to some weird shit.
"Mr Barnes." She tried to draw your attention, but instead of the eyes that you were borrowing flickering up to her, your own that your partner was seeing through snapped open, as he sat up, frowning at the sight of himself propped up in a medical cot. "How are you feeling?" She asked you, unaware of the image of your awakening that was unfolding behind her. You ran the flesh hand through Bucky's locks, gulping inwardly. The mission being enough of a failure was a weight all on its own, much less so with the additional cost of personal baggage that had veiled itself around two team members.
"I'm not Bucky." You informed her, watching as a scorned look of confusion crossed her face, and she took notes to your reaction. Cho must have thought that Bucky had hit his head, and whilst yes, there were some affects that had taken prime condition over his body, they were not the average, normal kind. It was certainly something more than a headache and bruised ego. "It's me y/n." You told her, to which she swivelled around to look at your outline, to which Bucky smiled through, making it rather obvious that it was he that was dressed in your skin. "God don't do that smile in my body, that looks fucking terrible."
"Don't talk about yourself,- or well, me like that." He defended the pair of you, it being weird to hear your own voice from another perspective. Was that really what you sounded like? "But how do we fix this, I'm getting back ache, and I thought that was one thing I'd have to age into, despite being over one hundred." That's what it's like to have boobs, you thought, feeling a little triumphant with the fact that he had to deal with your everyday struggle. Cho sighed at the pair of you, finally giving up on analysing the situation. She put the pen against the board and held it against her chest, flitting her eyes between the pair of you.
"Stay here, I'm going to speak with my supervisor and Fury concerning this. Do not go anywhere, we may have to send people out to the site that you were both found at." She left, making a smirk riddle onto your lips, that were controlled by your boyfriend. He stood, feeling the difference in height, as he ran his hands over your body, the glass room having been fogged over since the mission had been confidential, and it was best to keep the subjects to be concealed from any passers by and keep everything under wraps, considering the privacy of the intel that you had been sent to gather.
"What are you doing Bucky?" You sighed, watching as he walked towards you, clothed in your gear, as he licked your lips, humming contently. His hands rolled upwards, finding purchase upon your breasts, making you huff at his execution of curiosity. Usually he was far more of a gentleman than that, you supposed there were a jumble of hormones attained around both of you, a mixture of both male and female in a mass jumble, prompting the pair of you to act in a divergence to the coordination that you usually did. "Seriously? You are such a guy." You groaned, however he did not appear as such, after all, he was piloting around your body.
"I'm just... getting a feel for things." He certainly was, as he pinched your ass, surprised by the spark that it sent up his spine. Now he could understand why you always squealed when he did that, to have that contact resonating from another person when you were least expecting it would send a jitter up your spine. It wasn't that you never slapped his ass or reciprocated the treatment to him, but it felt different, for some peculiar reason. The fact was, that often than not, he got more than a feel for things, he was practically spoilt when it came to receiving from your body.
"Well you can wait until we switch back." You informed him, standing, the weight of the left arm feeling strange as it took a surprising toll on half of Bucky's body. He turned to face you, looking at through you with your own eyes, cocking a brow. It was as though he were trying to make you retaliate in some way to his jurisdiction; the roles really were reversed. He chortled a laugh as he turned, walking towards you in your biological stature, holding your hand out so that he could press his own to the wall.
"If, we switch back." He dared to say, like the grumpy old man he internally was. "Let's be honest doll, we aren't the priority on this; that mission was the be all end all, and they want to uncover the information that we did not manage to find. Stark will probably let us rot like this either way, he's pissed at both of us. He's at me due to how many motorcycles I've been through on missions, along with the whole mother thing that he enjoys to make jabs and use against me during poker night, but he's also pissed at you sugar."
"No he's not." You denied, feeling a ripple of denial swim through your words. But he was, for you know what had riled the billionaire so, though it was nothing that you were proud to admit. "I have no idea what you're talking about Barnes."
"Usually this little act of yours is all cute, but you're in my body, the two elements don't exactly match well." He crossed your arms over your chest, mockingly shaking his head. "I mean, if it were any other day, I'd be prepared to fuck you into submission- well, I could still do that." He prompted, scowling as you laughed at his motives. It was quite humorous, considering that he was always adventurous when it came to the sexual activities that the pair of you endured in together, it was as though you basked in the halls of Hades, for the two of you had definitely sinned.
"Always trying to get into my pants, even if I'm already in yours, in a literal sense." You remarked, smirking coyly at his look of mock offence. "Maybe after this I'll deny you of that luxury, there's enough other ways that I can get myself off." Taunting him was always enjoyable, usually it'd end you up in an intimate predicament from trouble, but this time, the ruckus was in the palm of your hand, but you expected nothing of the sorts with all current problems considered, but you should have expected more. With Bucky, it was best to always expect more from him.
"No one said we have to wait until after." He prowled closer, pulling you down to plant a kiss upon your lips, it feeling sufficiently different to the normalcy that came from the comfort of tenderly pressing your lips together. "Oh, that was weird." He coiled back, wrinkling your nose at the feeling of his own mouth, it was certainly strange.
"So you don't want to proceed?" You tantalizingly asked him, watching as a flicker of conflict reprimanded across your own face that his emotions controlled, flicking out your tongue to swipe across your bottom lip. "Don't want your own dick in you, feel what I feel when you ravish me with your fat cock. I mean, it's a shame that you can't take a real dick when you're in my body, because it can definitely handle it. Not to mention, it's wouldn't be the first time that you had something shaped similarly; remember the strap?"
"My dick's bigger." Was his instant reply, as though he were defending his masculinity, that in a literal sense, was in your hands. "And it's... different." In a sense, it was, and he had always been game to experiment. If he didn't want to pursue anything intimate whilst the pair of you were like this, and he was just all talk, then that was fine. But you could tell that he was slightly intrigued, it was affirmed by an expression that you often wore when you were too. Your bottom lip that was contorted by his will pouted in exaggeration, and you found yourself holding back one of his dominant growls.
"We don't have to do anything." Was your reassurance to him, however you watched as his eyes blared open, widening from the lack of reluctance that you deemed upon him. He wanted a great discussion on the pros and cons, a concern of conflicting interests that he'd progressively fall into, arising the motives that he was interested in. He wanted to proceed in a fashion of discovery, feeling things from your reception of pleasure; it was a certainty that you would feel blissfully good, and he knew that from his own perceptions of the countless times that he had fucked you. "It's probably best if we wait for Helen to return anyway, we wouldn't-"
Your words were obscured into nothingness whence Bucky threw you in a reverse upon the bed, it taking an extra amount of effort for the super soldier shoes that you were clad in, your own arms that were under the control of your partner pressing diligently upon his own chest, lowering you to the mattress, that you dare not say you aided in by sitting down, as to not insult the testosterone that was still viable in his presence. "Wouldn't what?" He spat with your irrational tone, encompassing you to stifle a laugh. "Wouldn't want to get caught fucking when we're practically undergoing quarantine? Now that would be off mission, would it not doll?"
"We're no longer on the mission." You justified enough for the both of you, watching as Bucky unravelled the top half of your gear from the body that he was maintaining, finding it strange to be viewing your own body get into a state of undress through your own eyes, and not the reflective surface of a mirror. The top half of the form that Bucky was overtaking due to a severe mishap flaunted your own breasts before your face, him grasping the weight of them from underneath, as he usually would with his own hands. A stir reaped the male attachment that Bucky's body had attained in the womb, the awakening of his cock causing your eyes to widen significantly, and your brows to raise.
"Love these tits." He muttered, pinching the buds of them, as he noticed the problem that you were swarmed with. "How about you suck on them doll face? That'd be hot." Bucky walked closer to you, pressing your own tits into your face as you obliged his indirect command, taking absolutely no pressure from him, as you condemned and committed yourself to the task. You had sucked upon his nipples before so it wasn't that much of a change, the only difference were that they were your breasts, though that didn't seem to matter as Bucky threw your head back, running his fingers through your own locks. "Now I see why you like that so much kitten."
He stepped away, after a voluntary moment of you doing so, humming lightly as a shiver went up his spine, as though he were being teased with a cube of ice and his body could do nothing more than react to the glazed condiment of frozen water. "Now you see." You inducted a phrase of agreement, running the hand that you were in control of over the cock that was straining at the plying of his combat trousers, as you began to shrive them off, staring down at his cock from an angle that you had never witnessed his large length from. "Take the rest off, wanna fuck you."
He did as you asked, undressing himself as you looked at your cunt as he swiped his hand through it, finding that your body was indeed wet enough to take his own length. "So, are we doing this?" He asked, as he watched you handle his girth, giving it a couple of strokes as the lids that were curtains to your sight flickered, deemed by a new wave of pleasure that you had never wantonly experienced before. You stood, his length swinging between your legs, as you mobilised his body upon the stern cot, climbing atop of him as you began to lick your way into his mouth, winning the battle over his tongue, as he gripped his own length, making you wheeze from the pleasurable pressure.
"You ready Barnes?" You asked him as you sucked a mark into his neck, allowing him to ease you inside your own cunt, directing you to the correct hole as he had a lot of practice doing so. "Fuck!" The pair of you both moaned profanities as you sunk into him, each sensation that you each experienced being a missile of change, yet the succumb of sensations being good all the same. "Shit, am I usually this right?" You enquired, feeling as though you were being squeezed to death inside of your own walls.
"Yes. You are." He breathed, adjusting to his own size that was pressing to the deepest parts within you. "Shit. Does my cock always stretch you this much? Start moving, come on. We have to finish before Cho returns. They might leave us like this, thinking that we are back in our own bodies." And thus, you decided to start thrusting, pointing the tip of his cock deeper inside of yourself as he moaned out, grasping onto your back as the cot squeaked beneath you both.
Already, you had started to feel close, defeated by the newly endured wraiths of satisfaction that derived through each vein within you. You ravenously ploughed into him, getting swept up in the clasp of pleasing rhythms throughout. The pair of you were momentarily wrapped up in a solace of bliss, too entrained in it to noticed the door opening, and two stern soldiers entering, appalled yet not so surprised by the sight. “Seriously you two?” Your eyes widened by the sound of Steve’s voice, excerpting yourself out of Bucky as you scrambled to cover the pair of you up.
“What do you want punk?” Bucky growled, crossing his arms over your breasts, making Sam divest his eyes in a shocked ogling.
“Buck?” The Falcon asked, having thought for a moment, just one, that the pair of you had switched back into your own bodies, but the tone and wording of which he spoke had hinted otherwise. Nothing had changed, there had been no miracle that had sprung upon him to convert him to his original form, he remained stuck in your body, and vice versa.
“You can’t call me that.” Rolling your eyes at their bickering, you made sure the sheet was safe around Bucky’s crotch, as you watched Cho walk in between the solid pair. Her eyes shot up as she saw the predicament, each of you bunched up in one cot together, clothes discarded on the ground. She had just made a mixture for the cure, yet it seemed that her concoction had taken too long to make, otherwise if she’d have down it quicker, this unravelling of intimate notion would not have played out.
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Lo que deba hacer...
Character: Sam Wilson
Pairing: Sam Wilson / Fem!Reader (OC)
Inspired by (song): What a man gotta do? - Jonas Brothers.
Warnings: Nop. Fluff. First meetings. Mentions of Covid...
Author's Note: Hello! Hello! I hope everyone's well 😃
Ok, this is the first fic that I write with our new Captain America, Sam Wilson.
Short story: I heard that Jonas Brothers song and think in Sam in the moment. And I thought: Why not?
Here is the result: This is the first part because this fics has a another part that I hope can post tomorrow (That it's a difficult thing 'cause my university class are killing me, literally) but I'll do my best. ☺️
I hope so so much that this fic likes you and thanks for the comments, likes and reblogs.
If you like my writes, please reblog it. ❤️❤️❤️
You ain't tryna be wasting time on stupid people in cheap lines, I'm sure, I'm sure...
I'm not tryin' to be your part-time lover. Sign me up for that full-time, I'm yours.
- Excuse me, My friend sent me on a commission - I hear that voice in the distance and I feel that deja vu as if I had heard it before. I even have the feeling of knowing it.
- James Barnes. The girl who always serve him knows him as Bucky.
Jenny laughs and mutters something I can't hear. Wasn't the sad-eyed boy outside? I focus on the cake in front of me, trying not to make mistakes in the new colors that identify Captain America, who was now the new obsession of all the children of the country.
- Charm, they are looking for you - Jenny enters my field of vision and I just raise my hands showing her that I have the shield in them and I was not going to leave it to deliver an order - It's no excuse. You must go.
- Would you do me the favor of delivering it yourself?
- Nope. Go and then you'll thank me.
She gently takes the sugar shield from my hands and hands me the package with Bucky's order.
I shake my head as I leave the kitchen and look around for the avenger's possible delivery, but none of them fit the guy. Most of the men were keeping an eye on the people they were chatting with, and there were none waiting on the other side of the bar for the order.
- Tam? - My best friend turns around and as soon as I show her the package, she is simply pointing to the door with a "happy birthday" smile.
What the hell is wrong with her?
The sound of the door bell makes me look and as I put the green package on the table, I feel my cheeks start to heat up. The object of my deepest desires was there.
Captain America was at the bakery looking for a damn cake for his friend.
Oh my god ... I think as I try to remove my blue apron, which is full of traces of cream of white and red colors, but I feel that the knot in my back becomes impossible to remove and I give up with a sigh.
"Ok, Charm. You have to calm down. He is the man you dreamed of the last few months, so you must behave like a decent woman since he will not respond as he usually does in your dreams"
- This is mine? - I lift my head quickly as Sam sees me with a smile and nodded at my apron - Nice color combination. I like it.
God save me from that. Why do I feel like the world is reeling?
- Sure, if you're here to pick up Bucky's order - I push the two small boxes towards him while he puts the cell phone in the pocket of the brown leather jacket he wears and walks a little closer to the bar. Hell, he was even more attractive in person, and I wished for a second that the image of him in his suit didn't invade my thoughts.
That was my damn weakness.
People knew who he was but we all knew that he was too private a person to bother him on the street. That's why they only came over to pat him on the shoulder or simply bowed their heads to him.
- Yes, I'm babysitting.
We both laugh and I bite my lip, hesitating whether to ask. It was customary for Bucky to spend his mornings here, and that he didn't come is very strange to me.
- Is James okay?
Sam laughs as he leans calmly and confidently on the bar and lets out a heavy sigh, as if something about that question bothers him.
- I could say yes. He has the "cold" - I nod when I notice that he refers to the Covid, that disease that kept us on edge for so long and that today was considered just another cold - He asked me to come for his order on my way home.
- Shouldn't you be isolated?
That question comes off my lips like I'm talking to Jenny, and I shrug at that rush of confidence.
- No, because contrary to what many people believe, I do not live with Buck.
I laugh as I feel Sam's gaze on me and that attention makes me even more nervous, in a way that I find charming.
- It's not exactly what he says. If you are that friend that he talks about so much, he says that you are not one of those who share things.
I hear him curse as he looks away and waves to those watching him at a table in the distance. The four young women who see him smile at him as if it were a trophy they want to get, something that I notice makes him feel uncomfortable.
- I'll rip off that bastard's arm.
I barely pushed me away with my hands up and he tries to get closer, perhaps preventing me from walking away if he could get past the bar. Which wouldn't be difficult for him if he's used to jumping off a building.
- That does not sound good at all - I approach while I extend my hand towards him, who takes it without even hesitating and a spark seems to jump in the place where our hands are joined - I'm Charm, by the way.
- Sam, Bucky's "tight-fisted" partner.
- It's hard not to recognize you.
I wanted to let go of his hand but he wouldn't let me apart.
- So you know who I am?
That dazzling and shy smile made me realize that Sam Wilson is not one of the men to be good for popularity. Rather, they escape from it.
- It's hard not to know when a man with a bionic arm comes to breakfast every day and talks proudly that his partner is Captain America - Sam drops his head while smiling and I feel my heart melt like butter in contact with fire. That gesture seemed to me the most adorable - Besides that you are the new obsession of everyone around here. Children love you.
- Just the kids? - The tone of his voice changes and I feel that he becomes softer when pronouncing those words. Was that some kind of flirtation? - You'll make me feel really bad if it's just childish fanaticism.
- That's what the cakes I decorate every day say. Your admirers range from 2 years to 15 - I admit while trying not to laugh at the expression of feigned disappointment that appears on his face, I even maintain the image would be regarding my childish analysis and in a moment, I push my hand away for more than wish the warm contact - My nephew Katriel loves you. And he's only 3.
He nods as he looks around.
- Buck always talks to me about this place, especially how well they treat him ... And sometimes, he only talks about you sometimes - He approaches over the bar, as if he wants to keep that between us - I think he wants to have you alone for him.
I blush at his words and shake my head.
If you knew ....
- If that were the case, it would be a shame if he is getting his hopes up, since I'm interested in someone else.
I play with a small envelope of green tea in my hands and if I even doubt it, Sam takes it from me, he approaches to ask Tam for a pen, who sees him as if he were a delicious sweet as he hands it to her, and write something on it before putting it back in front of me.
- I would like to continue with this but I feel in my pocket Bucky's insistence on why I'm not in his department with the blessed cake.
I looked down for a moment the paper and I see a number. His number.
- Actually, they're cupcakes.
I see him roll his eyes as he smiles at me and indicates the tea bag between us as he takes the two boxes in one of his hands.
- In fact, tomorrow maybe I'll try again these delicacies that have enchanted a certain white wolf.
- They will be waiting for you.
I respond by trying not to get my hopes up about seeing him here tomorrow and even try to appear indifferent, but something gives me away because he gives me a mischievous smile as he walks away from the bar.
- I'll only come if you are here, darling.
- And why are you so sure I'll be waiting for you?
- Instinct. I think there may be something important between us.
- That's how they all begin ... - He frowns at my words and I shrug as he remains still.
- I'm not like the others.
- I don't know you.
- But you will.
- Whatever you say, Mr. Trust. Or should I say, Mr. America.
Tam, who is pouring coffee next to me, lets out a laugh and mutters under her breath "America's Ass" that makes me choke on my own laugh.
- I heard that, girl - We both blush at that proposal he makes to Tam and after pointing her out to her, he indicates to me as if I were guilty of something - You remain as a witness, Charm will marry me.
I gasp for words to rebut that, but my brain fails for a second and I just shake my head. I sure look like an idiot.
- Whatever you say, Captain.
- You will do it. You'll see - Something in his words makes me shiver and I don't doubt that. It seemed like a promise he was willing to keep.
And worst of all, instead of freaking out, I liked the idea.
- Didn't you have to go, Sam?
- I'll come for you, darling. As many times as it takes - he walks to the door after saying goodbye to Tam and just gives me a smile that could melt any woman on the road - And one more thing, don't make plans after work. You already have them with me.
His scream is heard all the way to the kitchen, which makes Jenny come out of it with some pieces of candy tangled in her hair that I don't even want to ask how they got there and for the first time in a long time I feel the stares of everyone present about me.
- Is that what I think it was? Did Sam Wilson just ask you out?
- I never said yes - I try to avoid looking Jenny in the eye because unfortunately she knew of my infatuation with Sam and she would see that the idea of a possible date was very tempting for my mind and my heart - Besides, he will give up easy .
- I don't believe that him is the type of men who give up the first time. It seems one of those who insist until he get what he want.
- I don't see it that way. Maybe it won't even get anywhere. Besides, he doesn't know that tomorrow is my day off.
Jenny rolls her eyes as she hands me another sugar shield she just entered the kitchen and indicates the shield as if it were a spellbound object.
- Don't forget you're talking about the new Captain America. Giving up, we both know, is not an option for him.
And time would prove her right.
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Nothing to Despair | 21. On which my ruins rest
PAIRING: Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
SYNOPSIS: Bucky and a girl he never met before have to go undercover as married on a mission to Europe. He feels alienated in the modern world, while she goes through life alone and abandoned. Maybe they can find a new home in each other, but she’s not easily convinced.
CHAPTER NOTES: More smut, some dark!Bucky, bondage (handcuffs), sweet dirty talk, lingerie kink, fingering, a bit of petplay (kitten!reader), frottage, breeding kink, creampie, and cockwarming. Actually very tender lovemaking and, in spite of appearances, fully consensual.
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Lyde was not so dear to Antimachus,
nor Bittis so loved by her Philetas,
as you, my wife, clinging to my heart,
worthy of a happier, not truer husband.
You’re the support on which my ruins rest,
if I’m still anyone, it’s all your gift.
— Ovid, Tristia, His Wife: Her Immortality
They went out for a late lunch, and took their time with a two-course meal, dessert, drinks. Sweetened by pastries and hot tea, and softened toward him of her own will, Bucky had never felt more at ease around her, more comfortable and happy and at home, and he could see her turning shy every time she looked at him and saw how lovingly he looked at her, with his big dumb smile and crinkled eyes. Had anyone else looked at her like that before? He hoped not.
Thanks to a confusion with their orders, they got into conversation with another couple sitting next to them, and after they switched the plates between their tables, they introduced themselves. The elderly pair were vacationing Britons, Cecil and Pippa Monday. They went on a cruise every once in a while, or on some camping trip or mountain climbing or some other great adventure. Cecil was a jovial type, completely grey and a bit fat, and in spite of some joint pain, and growing hard of hearing in one ear, and having to keep track of a host of different pills to take, he seemed happier than anyone they'd met in a long time. Pippa was a little different — though equally grey and plump, she had a tough, imperial air, her swollen wrists and digits tastefully bejewelled, holding the cutlery very precisely in her manicured fingers, and smelling finely of perfume.
The girl eyed Bucky warily as he introduced them — caught on the spot, he used the same identities as from the mission, because that's what their passports said and it was the cautious thing to do. She could note a frown of sadness as he used the names, in all their bitter history, but she reached out and held his hand, and the warm smile he gave as he turned to look at her made up for it.
They went out for a walk afterwards, all four together, strolling on the decks. Mr. Monday taking pictures, Pippa posing now and then. Although she was, at times, commanding, the two got along uniquely well, and whether from getting used to each other over the years or just their natures fitting together in the right way, they seemed steady as a rock. They walked ahead, slowly, with Bucky and his wife behind, and as the girl looked at them waddling along, holding hands like schoolchildren, talking and supporting and admiring each other with every little chat or evening plan or snapping of a picture, something in her heart began to ache. Why couldn't she have that? How come it could happen to other people and not her? Could it happen to her? Just as she struggled with the ugly fear, she felt Bucky's warm hand caress her back.
He trailed his palm up and down her stiff length of spine, to remind himself that she was there and his and he was right by her side, as he watched the snowy lovebirds up ahead. Thanks to the rotten mission and their circumstances, he'd been robbed of the opportunity to introduce them as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes for the first time. And now, he could just about hear as the Mondays — a well-meaning and wholesome pair — speculated with a bit of pity and concern about them. It hadn't escaped their notice how the names stuck in Bucky's throat, and how nervous his girl became, and now they thought they were —
"Going through something awful…"
"Probably divorce or the like."
"They're a bit too young for that."
"Well, you know, my dear. These days…"
— and he hated their pity, the suspicion that anything was wrong, and even the ghost of the thought of her abandoning him filled Bucky with cold anger.
From the corner of his eye, he caught her looking up at him, and so he let his face relax as he looked down and hummed in question. She shook her head but kept inspecting the lines of his face with worry. The hand trailed up her back to hold her neck and the other one came, hard and cold and gloved but gentler than anything, to brush some wind-swept tendrils from her face. Moments like these, when she seemed to have genuine concern for him, always overflowed his heart with love, and like a reflex he asked — heard his own voice whisper, rather — if everything was alright, and this time he didn't call her "doll" or "darling" but he used her name — more than her name: a littler version of it, the natural pet name that was hers.
It almost didn't register in her head when he said it, but as she caught up with what she heard, her eyes widened and she shivered under a rushing of hot blood. He'd never called her anything like that, nobody had, not since her friends at university — except, of course, her mother. It wasn't special, but it was so rarely used it had a deeper air of intimacy. She smiled instinctively and bit her lip at the little tenderness he put in saying it, and seeing her reaction, his face bloomed into a grin.
"Yes, I'm alright," she whispered back through a shy smile. "Are you?"
He stopped their walk, and held her face, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Never better." He raised his face from her before she could kiss back, so instead she turned her head and reached the hand that held her shoulder, and so kissed that instead.
The Mondays felt them stop, somehow, and stopped as well to look at them. Perhaps this somewhat allayed their more sombre speculations.
After they were done with their sight-seeing, Bucky thought it might be safer if they bought some takeaway for dinner rather than go out again, and the girl didn't argue. They were back in their suite in the early evening, when the sky was still pink and all the nearby rooms were empty.
He stowed the food they bought in the little fridge, then poured himself a drink while he watched. She moved gingerly, taking her clothes off and folding them too, while her husband sat in an armchair and sipped his whiskey. The girl acted as if he wasn't there, and though it might not have been her intention, it incited him even more. She was down to her lingerie when he told her to stop.
"Stay like this for a while, honey," he said, getting up and starting to take his own clothes off while he fixed her with his eyes. His wife straightened up but didn't move away, waiting for him by the desk and watching, rather bravely for her, as he hurriedly undressed. "Take just the slip off, now," he husked once he was down to his briefs, and pulled those off as well.
She obeyed quietly, seeming almost curious, but still let her hair fall to cover her, as there was no bra underneath. Bucky walked to her, slowly, and rested a hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair away so he could admire her more. He seemed almost pleased, but then he thought of something, and with a smirk asked her one more thing:
"Why don't you put your carnelians on? They look so nice on you."
She eyed him warily and parted her lips, almost ready to argue, before she decided against it. Slipping out of his hands, the girl went to the jewellery box and uncoiled the necklace from there. She didn't like the way he licked his lips and bit the fleshy lower one as she put it on, and as it slipped around her neck, she couldn't help but wryly quip:
"If you like them so much, maybe you should be wearing them."
"You're so mean to me," Bucky laughed, low and a little breathless from the sight. "Why are you always mean to me?"
He didn't seem upset, in spite of how his question was somewhat justified, so she jokingly replied, "It's how I express affection."
"Well then," he chuckled, stepping closer, "I'm madly in love with you too." Her smile died a little, and she looked back down just when he reached and grabbed her again, his hands cradling her hips pulling her gently forward. "You know I am… I wasn't joking," he whispered and kissed the top of her head, expecting some resistance because he knew she didn't like to hear it, even though he still didn't understand why. She stood stiffly in front of him and looked downward with no focus, and let him pull her deeper in the room, then to their bedroom, and shut the lights. "You were so sweet earlier," he murmured as he softly felt her waist. "What happened?"
"Too much… I reached my limit, I guess," she shrugged, and didn't have to specify what exactly was too much, because by now, though he couldn't name it either, he knew.
"Easy for you to say."
"And let me take care of you."
"I don't want it."
"We talked about this. What did I tell you about wanting?" he growled, coiling the metal fingers around her neck in a loose hold and making her, finally, look at him. "You don't have to want, you just have to take it."
"Who's being mean now?"
Bucky sighed and searched her face, mellowing only a little. "Guess this is how I express affection."
She gave him a spiteful glance, daring him to squeeze harder, but she couldn't hold it long because his other hand moved to pull her panties off. She immediately grabbed his wrist, but it did nothing to stop him, and Bucky inched the garment off first one hip, then the other, until they were low enough to fall away. Holding the girl still with the metal arm, Bucky looked down at her, his dream come true in living flesh. Her chest peeked out from beneath her hair, the red gems sat like bloodstains on her skin, and that soft feminine triangle between her legs was framed beautifully by the garter straps. He was hard in seconds, his manhood pointing at what it wanted, and he felt her squirm and clutch the metal wrist trying to get away — probably more out of habit than anything else.
"Haven't you had enough?" she hissed.
Bucky dragged his gaze up her body and asked with a smirk, "Does it look like I've had enough?"
He pulled her to him by the jaw and tilted her head up for a kiss pure and gentle, and all the warmer for it, because underneath, her body rubbed against his, her chest to his, and his member up the length of her abdomen. His flesh hand kneaded her hips and moved to her lower back to pull her closer.
"How about I treat you nice tonight?" Bucky asked once his lips left her, so close he spoke right against them.
"I think we have a different idea of what that means," she muttered, looking at his chin to avoid the chill of his eyes.
"I know you want to be let go, darling," he sighed, pressing one short kiss into her upper lip, "but it's not good for you."
"Not good?!" she bit back, outraged enough to look up at him.
"You need to see that it's alright to be made love to. You need to trust me with that."
Her body was unmoving against his, but he still felt her bristle through the rasping of her tone. "I don't need anything. I don't need you. I was fine before."
Bucky's jaw tightened. It hurt every time she said it, it never got easier to hear her talk like that, but he reminded himself that he knew where she was coming from. He'd thought the same thoughts and felt the same feelings. He wasn't all that different, which made it easier, made her dearer to him than anyone in spite of these times when she sunk her little fangs in the hand he extended.
"You think you were, cause you'd been that way so long. Cause no one ever thought to take care of you before. Am I right?" He searched her eyes and was met with only a frown and an even harder glare. "But you don't have to go through life alone, doll. It's ok to need other people."
"Touching. Got that one from your shrink?"
It was sometimes easy to forget that she was Hydra.
Bucky's hand tightened ever so slightly around her neck as he thought back to how open and loving she'd been that morning, when he'd just asked her to be a prop for his self-pleasure. And now, at the mere suggestion of him pleasing her, she bit back with everything she knew could hurt him. She wasn't as subtle as she thought.
"Lay down on the bed," he growled. "On your front."
That got her eyes to widen slightly. When he released her she hesitated for a second, but slowly complied, climbing in bed as she was and making herself into a tight straight line with her forehead in the pillows, her eyes closed, her arms curled beneath her. She stayed still in waiting for him, and only jumped a little when she felt Bucky grab her foot: he had the handcuffs now, and secured her legs together at the ankles.
"What are you doing?" she fearfully asked, bracing herself on the bed on two tense arms to stare at him.
"Be a good wife and do as you're told, honey."
She slowly laid back down and waited. Soon enough, Bucky got in behind her and moved them both to lay on their side, his naked skin burning down her back, from his breath at the nape of her neck all the way down to her legs. He slipped his metal arm beneath the pillows while his flesh one rested on her hip. The girl inhaled sharply, then breathed it out slow and deep, and didn't fuss. He was breaking her in and she knew it, but it was hard to find the energy to fight back when there was no escape. His hand moved gently across her skin, more in teasing than in shyness, and then it moved forward and lower. She gripped it and tried, uselessly, to scratch across his skin, but it did nothing to stop him — worse, he seemed to like it.
"That's it, kitten, sink your claws in me…" She felt his member brush up against her thigh, just lightly, before he started thrusting against her skin, while in front his fingers pet the surface of her mound. "What a fierce kitty I've found," he moaned in her ear, and chuckled when she squirmed in his embrace and sunk her nails in harder. "Vicious little stray that nobody else wanted, isn't that right?"
His wife sunk her head forward, away from his whispers and hot breath and the deeply hurtful way he framed her life. She grit her teeth in useless anger and tried to ignore him, though she could think of a thousand biting things to say, while her feet shifted the little distance they could in discomfort, rattling the handcuffs. Bucky threw one leg over them to quiet her down.
"Yes, nobody wants a kitty that bites and scratches, do they? That doesn't want to be pet," he cooed, and felt her hand relent on his wrist, falling limply down while his fingers threaded from the top of her womanhood down to where he felt her dampening with each long, slow caress. "But you know what, honey?" he rasped into her skin, grinning with real gladness as he thrusted in broader arches against her thighs while his fingers teased her front. "I'm grateful nobody's wanted you before."
She jerked her elbow back at hearing that, managing to hit his ribs with one clumsy thrust. "That isn't true, you bastard," she gritted out.
"Ooh?" asked Bucky in a sing-song voice, surprised at her outburst of emotion. He should've guessed that hitting her pride would work. "Is that so?"
"Yes." She settled back down in his embrace and let him cuddle her again, feeling his member burn and throb against her skin while his fingers went back to their slow, maddening work. "I've been proposed to three times. Just always said no."
"Well… Glad I wasn't number four then," Bucky grinned, his smile tight and bright, hiding behind it the same homicidal instinct that had ended Hamelin — these men weren't a threat anymore (and he didn't know who they were anyway).
"You didn't exactly give me much of a choice," she muttered, turning to glare over her shoulder at him. "Look at you, you're not even sorry."
"Not one bit," he said, tilting his head and leaning down to her. She closed her eyes and let him do it, taking one teasingly light kiss after another while he pulled her against his front ever tighter, using her again to pleasure himself. His fingers had caused her to relax and open up a bit, but the way he kissed her — seemingly quick and chaste but so playful and desirous — made her pulse like nothing else. Bucky parted from her with a moan and whispered, "Can you part your legs a bit, sweetheart?"
She looked into his eyes and did so, too afraid to ask what he wanted to do. He held her gaze and lifted his hand from her, moving it behind to manoeuvre his hard hot manhood right between her thighs, and left it there. Her lips parted in surprise and he drank in the sight, grey eyes focused on her kiss-swollen mouth open in wonder while he eased her legs back together, and started thrusting. The tip of him peeked out from just below her mound, above the edges of her stockings, then was dragged back in when he pulled away, then out again. Once she understood, she tightened her legs even more, squeezing his length against her soft skin. Bucky's head fell forward one unguarded second in a hungry moan, before he opened his eyes and looked back down at her, tight and trapped and timid, but excited — he could feel how much right on the skin around his member. He felt how wet he made her, how she pulsed and her hips tilted — poor thing, he'd teased her enough, she needed a little something too. He moved from the heat of her thighs and swollen lips out into the cold of the room, while she got damper all around and kept squeezing him, using him to please herself as he used her. Her head rested heavily on the pillows, tilted slightly back into his chest, eyes closed while she bit her lip and Bucky kissed her shoulder. His hand stayed on her hip to guide her movements, but his eyes were focused on her arching chest.
"Look at those tight little peaks, darling," he purred, "and I haven't even touched you there." She winced and tried to curl back into him, but didn't even have time to bring her hands up to cover herself before he brought a finger up to tease her — just up and down the surface of one breast, at first, then lingering to touch the hardened peak so lightly she almost didn't feel it, but a deeper part of her did. "I love how sensitive you are," he whispered in her ear, his fingers playing with her while he thrust faster and pressed his front against her for a little longer every time. "Everything is too much, isn't it? After long years of nothing." He bent and leaned down to press a kiss to her tip, and didn't mind her bringing her arm up to push him away — he stayed right there and kissed it again, the gentleness making up for the rough way he was moving between her legs. "I know what that's like, sweetheart," he murmured. "It's like that for me too. Or was, before you."
She groaned under his attentions and shifted away from his lips, though it was no use. He followed her body and kept kissing, lapping now and then while he looked into her eyes, stopping to sigh from a particularly pleasurable thrust, then calm himself down and start again with kisses as light and tender as the ones he gave her mouth. It made her burn inside and out, and she tried to focus on the thought of what, in spite of her discomfort, this might have meant for him. If she was going to be good, which she wanted to be, she knew she had to let him get what he wanted — even if getting meant giving. And he gave without considering that she didn't know what to do with it, where to place these new unusual feelings and the growing knowledge that he was pleasured, happy, pleased, because of her.
Thinking back to their first time, her hips canted back into him on instinct — he noticed, and nibbled at her skin just slightly with a smirk and an approving moan — and she could finally allow herself to be flattered that she'd made him spill within minutes. It felt as much her conquest over him, as his; her vanity was satisfied. She had never imagined she could do that to a man, certainly not to one as big and brutal and rugged as he, who seemed to move through the world as if he owned it — because, with his excessive strength and skills, he probably could — and underneath the storm of feelings he was teasing out of her, a small battle raged between the hope that he wanted her, and the fear that he was lying.
"I need to be inside you again," he said with urgency. "Are you gonna let me?"
She looked back at him and almost paused in motions as she felt him throb and tremble, his skin sticking to her back and his breath coming out harsh and fast. His eyes looked pained and begging, and she couldn't say no, but she wouldn't say yes either, so she nodded. Bucky smirked and bit his lip as he looked over her flushed face, and in the warm and husky voice he got when he felt loving, asked:
"You want it before or… after?"
"B— first one." Why did I say that.
"Before?" he said with a bright, incredulous grin. Bucky got up from behind her and kneeled on the bed, lifting her legs and tilting them to the side together, holding them in the crook of his metal elbow while he placed himself where he wanted to be. She clung to the bedsheets but allowed him to move her around, keeping her eyes on his and not to what he was doing. "You want to finish with me inside a'you, doll?" he asked in a teasingly low voice.
He was more than ready to slip into her, and she'd been ready for the longest time, the tops of her stockings ruined with wet, so it was easy for him to join with his little wife. Her eyes closed as the feeling of it — not too painful, but discomforting enough to feel right — and her head fell back lazily, making room for Bucky to lean in and kiss her neck while he slowly settled in place. His hand fell by her side to brace himself and trap her in, instinctively afraid that she would move away — not that she could run anywhere, he'd made sure of it on purpose — and between being held up like that, and kissed, and taken, the same old overwhelming feeling came and all her promises of patience and duty fell apart.
"You don't have to hide," he cooed once he saw her cover her face with her hands and tilt away, as far as she could from him. "You don't have to be shy around your husband."
His gentle pleas turned into moans the deeper he went, then into whimpers of her name, and praises of how good she was, how warm, how soft, how perfect as his arms tightened around her, and then her name again, her pet name, and how she was his, only his, finally his. It didn't take long for her to undo him this time either, especially since she was a bit more relaxed and opened up, and though Bucky tried to thrust less deeply, less quickly than he wanted, he was at the very edge of his restraint. He wanted to see her face, but she was turned away and had covered her eyes with one hand, biting the thumb of the other, neck arched with the strain of pulling away from him. Her hips were pliant, docile, tamed — he could do whatever he wanted with that part of her, but he wanted everything. His arm stretched along her legs to push them closer, tighter, with him still inside and aching, while above he stretched to kiss the length of her from clavicle to cheekbone. He whispered her name against her blushing skin, and pleaded, and against her mutter of moans and whimpers asked:
"Tell me you love me." She winced as if struck and her every muscle froze, mouth going limp and losing its grip on her finger, hand slipping from her eyes, but inside he felt her throbbing. She seemed to be considering it. "You don't have to mean it…" he bargained, and the thought pained him so much he couldn't look at her. Bucky's head rested on her chest, where he could be with the cage that held her spirit and closed his eyes against it, forgetting everything else. "Please, doll…"
"I can't," she gasped, heaving pained breaths now that he'd settled inside her, as deep as he could reach and almost deeper, and refused to move or let her get away.
"I can't say it."
He sighed into her skin, his anger at her turning very quickly into anger at himself, disappointment, the bitterness of failure, and after swallowing the lump in his throat, Bucky moved back off her. He held her by the hip, bending the legs tighter into her body with his metal arm so that he could see all of her: from the curled up little feet trapped in the handcuffs, up the lovely limbs in sheer black stockings that ended at her thighs — stained and very, very damp — and her derriere framed by the garters that dug into her flesh, and the point where he stretched and entered her. The scent of his wife was sweet and feminine and a bit salty and threaded with what was left of her perfume, and the sound of her once he started moving deep, hard, unforgiving — how she moaned and whined and could barely form the words to beg — that was what finally undid him. He grit his teeth and took in her body as he used it, then settled deeply, spilling all he had, and stayed there. Bucky didn't allow himself to moan or whimper or say any other useless thing, not anymore. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, careful not to grip her too tightly or press her legs down harder, though she winced and tried to wriggle from his grasp. He kept himself in her through his softening while he put a bit of pressure with his hand just on the other side, on her lower stomach. As he started moving his hand slightly, he felt one hot paw press against his hip.
"What are you doing?" she whined.
Bucky tilted his head back down to look at her, licking his lips at the wrecked sight of his girl, flushed and tousled and panting, her hand timidly touching his skin, eyes just slightly teary and burning into his while she tried very hard not to look at the sweaty rest of him. He gently leaned in and caged her in his arms, still mindful of her legs and the point where they were joined, and looked through the damp strands of hair that fell in his eyes to lowly growl:
"Sit still. Need to open you up, want it to take."
Her eyes widened — in fear? disgust? despair? — but she laid back down and let him. She tried to settle a bit more comfortably, but still huffed in frustration at being used, plugged up. He was hot inside of her, and though she was already burning from the friction, he warmed her up even more. With his eyes fixed on hers he started moving his hand again, palm flat and heavy, pleasuring her from inside and out. And when he found a spot that caused a shudder through her whole body, her look of apprehension melted into something new. He grinned and started focusing on it, moving his hips — because she made him harden again already — and finally she gave him the moans he wanted: loud and surprised and pained. And she looked up at him with such a large and open gaze, so sad, so pleading, as if she finally felt wanted and understood what it meant.
Breath by panting breath, she fell apart under his hand. Bucky felt her shudder then relax, saw her legs tensing in the rhythm of her moans while deep inside she pulsed and squeezed his length into another weak orgasm. Slivers of him were just beginning to seep from where he entered her, but there wasn't enough room for much of it to escape. Her own hand came up to cover her mouth in a limp attempt to stop herself from being louder, but it was useless. Her head tilted back, tangling her loose hair more, and she closed her eyes dreamily. Bucky gave her that pause while he just looked at her, almost forgetting about the furnace that encased him, but then she winced and said his name.
"Let me go… Bucky, let me go," she whispered, looking back up at him. It took him a second to realise what she was talking about. "My legs are starting to hurt."
He felt so good in her that he hesitated, then wanted to kick himself for it. You really are a piece of work, Barnes. Wordlessly, he nodded and slipped himself from her, then slowly laid her legs back down on the bed before going to the nightstand where the keys were. He unlocked the handcuffs and took a moment to massage her ankles and cold feet, but she didn't seem too much in pain. The stockings were ruined, but it didn't matter. Without her asking, he unclasped her garter belt and peeled the lingerie off her, then went up to undo the necklace as well. She laid quietly in bed and let him take everything off her, keeping her gaze on his face and waiting for him to look back — when he did, he could only hold it briefly, and she wondered if the ache she saw there was because of her, or… Of course it is, it always is. As soon as Bucky was done, she turned on her side and curled up while he went to put away her ruined garments and the jewels, and get a cloth to clean them both up.
He almost didn't want to go back to bed with her when he was done, but for once she actually asked for him. She didn't seem upset with the mess he'd made of her, or her aches or bruises. She stretched out her hand, pulled him in, and laid her head on his chest.
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Could I pls request where reader is giving birth to baby Barnes and what Bucky would be like?
The mission was finally over and they were on their way home. The entire flight, Bucky anxiously bounced his leg as he thought about you. You were now going to be on your last week of pregnancy. He almost didn’t go on this mission because he felt like you needed him more, but you insisted that you’d be fine without him. Especially since Sarah offered to look out for you, just in case.
It helped put his mind somewhat at ease while he was out of the country with Sam. And now that they were back, all he wanted to do was get home and rejoin you on your wait for the arrival of your son. These thoughts still swam in his mind as they landed and turned their phones back on. Both Sam and Bucky were welcomed with multiple notifications.
“Oh god...” Bucky uttered, already thinking the worst. Then he read the most recent text he received from Sarah:
Y/N in labor. Heading to hospital. Get here ASAP.
“Oh god, oh god...” Bucky began to hyperventilate and freak out.
The baby wasn’t meant to come for another week. He just got there. They still had things they needed to set up in the nursery. Did Sarah have your overnight bag? Would everything be okay with your son if he came this early?
“Bucky,” Sam did his best to get him out of his head. “Buck! I need you to calm down, all right? The hospital is 40 minutes away. We need to call for a ride.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” Bucky expressed, still needing to take some deep breaths.
“A little too late for that. Bucky.” Sam then spoke in a calmer tone to assure the former Winter Soldier a bit, but still needing to give him a good talking to. “I need you to keep it together, all right? This is a lot, I know, but Y/N is gonna need you. We need to go. All right?”
Bucky gave a prolonged exhale one last time before nodding. Sam was right. It was time to get to his family.
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Selkie Chapter 10
“Smooth moves Barnes,” Mia smiled as she rested her cheek on his shoulder, hiding her blushing smile. She felt his laugh, and heard the low rumble of his chest in her ear. They stayed like that for the duration of the song, moving slowly together. Mia had closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the bliss.
Mia was lost in him, all of her senses just filled with Bucky . His hand pressing in the small of her back. They way her feet bumped into his every few steps. His head leaning gently against hers, feeling his scruff and smile on her forehead. For some songs Bucky would hum and she would just listen to the soft sound resonating in his chest. He smelt good too, like cedarwood and geranium.
Bucky was lost in her. The feel of her small hand in his. How her fingers stroked softly against where his metal arm met his flesh. The weight of her head on his shoulder. Her body pressed against his. Her smell, like vanilla and gardenia. Sweet and floral. Addictive. And her content smile that made him weak in the knees.
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Lost and Found
All or Nothing
Part 3 of 1
Word Count: 5456
Uhhh idk y'all I have cravings and just need to get them out. As always no smut cause we sex repulsed up in this house babes. Anyways this is a Loki x Bucky x Reader imagine. And also the reader is a werewolf.
Like I said it's a lot and idk but I needed it to be written
TW: Panic attacks, sedation, torture
A/N: This one is long... but I can’t seem to stop myself. Cute tags get me every time <3
Loki let his fists come slamming down on the coffee table in the middle of his shared suite. His chest heaves up and down with angry breaths when the table cracks in half beneath the weight of his fists. He's seething and turns instantly on the person who dares to lay a hand on his shoulder. He stops when he's face to face with the man he loves, he lets his masks drop and he puts his arms around Bucky, "they took her."
Bucky's arms lock firmly around Loki's midsection. "I know Lo, but we will get her back they can't hide her from us forever."
"No, they won't but I will make them pay for this," Loki growls.
Bucky can only agree, holding Loki tightly but blaming himself for the fact that you were gone. Something had gone south during your last mission, the team had been out and you had been separated. Lured away and captured by HYDRA, it was his fault for leaving your side, he should have seen it coming.
It's Loki's turn to comfort his boyfriend, knowing he's bound to be blaming himself just as much as he is himself. "It's not your fault Love."
"Then it's not your fault either," Bucky retorts and Loki can only sigh.
Your head is throbbing and the world is spinning when you peek your eyes open. The lights are too bright so you quickly close your eyes again with a groan. This was worse than any hangover you'd experienced and you knew you didn't know where you were from that slight glance around the room you'd gotten.
"She's waking up," a voice says that sounds more distant than it should be. You don't get a chance to react before you feel a prick on your arm and everything goes dark once again.
Bucky hadn't slept in days, neither had Loki. When Steve calls the team into a meeting the two men show up together, on their feet and functioning. Steve shares a glance with Thor that confirms his suspicion, that they aren't fit to go on a mission in this state.
Unfortunately he knew they couldn't stop the two from coming along on this one. For the first time in weeks they had a lead on you and your location. You'd been missing for nearly three months and the only way he and Thor would get the ones they called brother to rest was bringing you home.
Once everyone was gathered he started the briefing. They had a lead on you, a solid one and they were going to get you back. And get you back they did.
It's a few days later when they get back and though you seem to be remaining unconscious they refuse to leave your side. You're kept in the medical room and they make due with the one recliner that is at your bedside, taking turns sleeping in each other's laps and refusing to let you out of their sight.
You open your eyes again, dreading what was to come. Every time you woke up they would poke and prod you, run tests and many other painful things only to sedate you once again. This time though it doesn't come, there's no voice stating you're awake even if you don't move. Nothing but silence.
You decide to risk it and crack your eyes open to see that the room is dark. There's some dim lights lighting up the room, enough that you can get a look around you. When you open your eyes and nothing happens you decide to take another risk and move enough to look at something besides the ceiling.
When you look to your side you see them. Your Loki and your Bucky asleep on a recliner. You'd seen them so many times in your dreams and each time they were ripped away from you before you could get to them. Tears come to your eyes as you try for the millionth time to reach out and touch them, shock filling you when you poke Loki on the cheek.
A relieved gasp leaves you as you begin to sob they were actually there. Loki's eyes flutter open at your touch and he leaps off of Bucky's lap, waking him, and kneels at your bedside, "y/n," it comes out as nothing more than a whisper.
You inhale shakily and grasp desperately at him. You open your mouth but aren't able to get any words out, Bucky appears next to Loki, his hand on your cheek. You're shaking as you try to get to them but you're too weak to move. Bucky, who is standing, gently lifts you off the hospital bed and holds you in his arms.
You clutch at his shirt as he moves to sit on the bed with you in his arms. He gently presses a kiss to your forehead and Loki sits next to the both of you, gently putting his arms around the both of you. You cry and hold tightly to them, hardly believing that you were actually there in their arms.
It's hours later when you stir again, instantly waking the two men who were curled protectively around you despite the fact that you didn't do anything besides open your eyes. You don't try and move, you don't want too, this is the first time you feel safe in who knows how long. They'd kept you sedated so you had no idea how long they had you or how long you'd been gone. Loki's gentle fingers run through your hair and you lean into it, "Loki," his name breathlessly passes your lips.
"Welcome home darling," he says and presses a kiss to your cheek.
You turn a bit distracted and ask gently, "Bucky?"
"I'm here doll," he says reassuringly from the other side of you and you feel his hand rest on your arm.
Relaxing with both your boys there you smack your lips and gently say, "I'm hungry,"this gains gentle laughs from the both of them.
"We'll have someone bring something up, we need to let the others know you're awake as well, they need to check over you."
You instantly shake your head, "no- no tests," you're hyperventilating, "I can't- I don't. Not now, I'm fine I don't need them I'm safe- I'm okay-"
"Shhh shhh shhh," Loki soothes you gently, "we won't let them hurt you but we need to be sure that you're alright."
You shake your head, "no."
That's when Bucky tightens his grip around you, "no tests. As long as you eat and drink no tests," he says firmly with a look at Loki who seems to want to protest but shuts his mouth.
You sniffle and rub your face against his chest, wiping some tears away. "Thank you-" you say shakily as you hold tightly to him.
"It's okay doll, we won't let any harm come to you. We have you now."
The weight of Loki on the bed disappears, startling you, and you jump to a sitting position, "where- where'd he go-" your fear fogged brain causing you to desperately grasp at the sheets where he had been moments before.
Bucky's arms securely settle around your waits. "Don't worry, he'll be back, he went to tell the others and get you something to eat." You slowly nod and relax into his grip.
"How- how long was I-"
"Three months," he responds knowing your question. "You we're missing for three months, we located and rescued you four days ago... y/n I'm so sorry it took us so long to find you- I'm so sorry for whatever they did to you-"
You shake your head and twist in his grip to face him, gently moving his arms to hold you more tightly. "No- don't it isn't your fault. It isn't Loki's fault, it's only their fault- I don't even know what they did to me-" His silence and lack of response unnerves you and you lean back to cup his cheek and make him look at you, "what is it?"
He opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by the door swinging open rapidly and a yell, "y/n! You're awake!" It's Tony but it doesn't stop you from flinching.
Bucky whirls on him for startling you, but Loki beats him to it, "cool it Stark, you startle her again and you will be leaving this room, on your own or being carried depends on how I'm feeling." With that the other love of your life returns and settles on the bed next to you and Bucky. Loki insists on feeding you himself, quite intimate for him considering that there are others in the room.
With him feeding you and Bucky holding you tightly, you don't even notice the few tests Tony and Bruce run on you. Just a few things to confirm you were alright enough that your boys could take you back to your room where you'd be the most comfortable. You were fine, and Bruce gently told them so before he left the room, taking Tony with him since he was the only one who was still lingering. Loki finishes feeding you before he wraps his strong arms tightly around you and Bucky, then teleports you directly to your shared bed.
It's a week or so before you're finally ready to do something besides sleep, eat and cuddle. This is also when you finally become more aware of your surroundings to notice you don't exactly feel normal, but you don't mention it, instead you softly say, "I'd like to get cleaned up."
For the hundredth time your two boys share a glance, somewhere between nervous and scared. "What is it?" You ask them, "you keep doing that and I'm going to find out eventually so you might as well tell me."
That's when they simultaneously sigh, but it's Loki who speaks, with his silver tongue that could keep you calm no matter the news. "Dearest, when we got you back from HYDRA, you were- are different. We aren't exactly sure what it is they did to you but you look different, though you're still as beautiful as ever."
You look at him, confusedly then glance at Bucky. "What do you mean look different?" You ask cautiously as you slowly move to get off the bed.
"It would be best if you just looked in a mirror love," he says in that same calming tone, which was doing anything but calm you at the moment.
You get off the bed and they both follow you to the bathroom. You find a mirror and can only stare at yourself, a hand reaching up to touch your cheek. The hair on your arms is extra thick, you look down and see that that is also the case with your legs. You look back in the mirror, your hand still on the thin patch of hair on your cheek, and stare at your extra bushy eyebrows, your hair that was now a weird mix of your natural hair and the fur which you had in your wolf form. Your one ear is a normal human ear and the other has a weird tuft of hair on it like a wolf's ear does. But the thing that stands out the most is the fact that your eyes, though still their normal color were the eyes of a wolf, "what the hell did they do?" You ask softly.
"We don't know doll, that's why Lo insisted on allowing Tony and Bruce to run those tests," he speaks softly, letting his hand rest on your shoulder in comfort.
With a shake of your head you turn away from the mirror, "okay- I can't handle this right now so I'm going to ignore it." With that you grab Loki and Bucky's hands in yours, now noticing that your fingernails are different, not claws but not fingernails. Once again you shake your head and drag them after you, "come on, we're going to take a shower and you guys are going to wash me because right now just looking at myself isn't something I want to deal with so I'm definitely not touching myself."
Loki takes the chance to distract you, pulling you tightly against his chest, "that sounds wonderful darling."
It's probably two hours later when you're all done in the shower, feeling thoroughly clean and satisfied. They'd done very well making sure you were nothing but comfortable the entire time. When you were done you stole their clothes to wear, feeling more comfortable in one of their hoodies and sweats, covering yourself once again.
You're feeling quite a bit better after the shower so you agree to go downstairs to eat, knowing the others have been worried and have been bothering your boys about being able to see you. You just had to go down there long enough to eat then it would be right back to your room.
Despite having hardly any memories of what HYDRA had done to you there were certain things that would trigger you and you'd begin to panic. Very little was known about what had occurred besides the few details you remembered. That you'd been sedated anytime you woke up, unless they needed something from you in which case you'd wake in a brightly lit room and over the intercom they'd give you directions. If you didn't comply then zap, they shocked you and you were in such a bad space of mind that was all it took to get you to do what they wanted.
Your boys stay close to you despite the fact that it's only the team there as you get some food and sit on the couch. The three of you claimed your usual oversized chair where you kind of just pile on top of one another and stay close to each other. One of them always has at least a hand on you if not their arm around your waist.
You look up from your food, somehow knowing that Tony was opening his mouth to make some comment. As soon as you make eye contact with him you quietly say, "if you want to say something dumb then go ahead but I'm too tired to prevent Loki from doing something and Bucky won't either because they won't let me out of their sight."
Tony snaps his mouth shut, rolls his eyes and says, "well hello to you too."
Thor booms out a laugh and slaps Tony on the back, also going to say something but stops when Loki glares daggers at him. The suddenness of the sound had your hands trembling and you were grateful Bucky had insisted upon holding your plate. You shake your head gently and place a hand on Loki's arm, "Thor, could you maybe keep the volume to a minimum, I still have no idea what they did to me and I seem sensitive to anything sudden and loud." You can see he feels bad but before he can apologize you offer a soft smile, "or maybe just announce if you're going to laugh, so I have warning."
Your soft joke lessens the tension in the room, allowing everyone to see that you were still yourself even after all those months. Some small laughs escape a few of your friends and Steve speaks up, "how are you feeling?"
You look at him, your hands no longer trembling, "physically fine. Mentally I honestly don't know yet and I'm ignoring that still."
He nods, understanding your unspoken words that you aren't going to talk about it.
"All of your vitals are normal," Bruce speaks up, "but once you're ready it would probably be best to get you in the training room to try and figure things out."
"Yeah, I know. I want to figure it out too but like I said I'm going to be ignoring my problems until further notice."
Further notice ends up being about two weeks later, in the late evening. "Dearest," Loki says gently, "tonight is the full moon," he reminds you gently.
"Great," you sigh. "I'm going by myself tonight, we don't know what HYDRA did and I don't want to hurt either of you." Bucky's mouth opens as he wants to argue, you put a finger to his lips, "Buck, Love, I'm doing it myself and if that means I have to get the others to guard the door so you don't come in then I will."
You shift your hand and run your thumb gently over his lip, before kissing him. Once done he sighs, "alright, Lo and I will wait here until we can come get you in the morning." That gains a smile from you as you kiss them both intimately before you have to head down to your cell.
It's a bit early when the door is locked behind you, but with the time you change varying it's better safe than sorry. This leaves you alone with your thoughts, leading to you taking the time to observe your hairy arms and legs. Feeling the random patches of hair on your face and ears.
Over the last couple weeks every time you looked in the mirror your face had been slightly different. Sometimes you'd have nearly no skin showing at all, other times you'd be practically back to yourself.
Whatever they had done had you stuck somewhere between both of your forms, in a weird awkward place where it was just uncomfortable no matter what and you couldn't get used to it cause it kept changing. You end up silently crying over it, the scars and the trauma still there even if most of it was just darkness and dreams, not dreams nightmares. You get it off your mind and lay back on the padded floor, waiting to change.
You wait and wait and wait, eventually loosing track of time in the padded room since there was nothing breakable in there. Eventually the door opens and you sit up, looking confusedly at Loki and Bucky who had opened it. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? The sun has risen enough it is safe to come get you," Loki says and offers you a hand to help you off the floor.
You take the hand and stand up. You can't help but ask, "are you sure? I never- I never changed?"
Once again they share one of those glances before answering you, causing you to roll your eyes. "You didn't change?"
You shake your head at Bucky's question, "no, I didn't I was up all night and know I didn't sleep because I have too much adrenaline when I'm expecting it."
"Are you feeling alright?" Loki asks, the concern in his voice clear to you and Bucky.
You take a moment to evaluate yourself, before nodding, "I'm fine. I feel how I have every other day..." you trail off in thought before asking, "what about my face?"
"Yeah, my face. Is it hairy," you pull the hoodie off your head, "do my ears look weird?"
You don't realize until Loki sets his hands on your shoulders that you've started trembling yet again, he takes a moment to study your face before answering you, "it isn't as hairy as it has been these last few days... Might I ask why?"
"Just- just a thought," you say, your mind reeling. You want to roll the sleeves of your sweatshirt up again to look at your hair arms but you can't bring yourself to do so there in the middle of the compound. Your feet are moving before your mind processes that they are, you're running towards your shared suite, your goal the bathroom.
You slide to a stop in front of the mirror staring at your face that was for the most part back to normal in every single way. Once you're done observing your face you begin stripping yourself, quickly taking all of your clothing off as Loki and Bucky enter the bathroom after you. You stare at your arms and legs then look at your boyfriends and extend your limbs as though they couldn't already see the fact that you were completely back to your normal self, "I'm- its-" you're so overwhelmed that you can't get the words out.
After seeing it for yourself that you were back to normal, that you somehow hadn't transformed into a wolf the night before your next goal is to figure out what the hell was wrong with you. Suddenly all the fears you'd had the last few weeks are pushed from your mind by the confusion, to the point that you nearly run out of your suite in the nude to go find Tony and Bruce to have them run some tests. Nearly though, Bucky catches you as your hand reached the door handle and he and Loki knock some sense into you by simple reminding you that moments before you had stripped down to nothing.
So, after a frustrated huff you go get some clothes from your closet, showing some skin for the first time in a long time, and a lot of skin at that. You choose a sports bra and some athletic shorts, quickly slipping them on before you take off, this time not being stopped. You round the corner into the lab and skid to a stop, unsuccessfully due to the socks you were wearing causing you to glide across the polished floor.
They aren't there, you three plus Steve would be the only ones up at this hour of the morning, "FRIDAY! GET BRUCE AND TONY!"
"Will do miss l/n."
With that you begin pacing just to realize that you had somehow out run both Loki and Bucky as they were barely rounding the same corner you'd skid around 30 seconds before. "Did you walk?" you ask them in shock.
"No, you ran, faster than we were expecting-" Bucky huffs as he catches his breath, "you might be able to out pace Steve with how fast you were going." You nod, and resume your pacing, you mind going too fast fro your mouth to make words.
"Finally!" you shout when Tony enters the lab 10 minutes later.
"What is it that caused you to wake me at this ungodly hour of the morning?" He shoots you a glare then stops in his tracks, "-wait, you aren't hairy anymore, what happened?" He picks up his pace suddenly intrigued.
"I don't know I didn't change last night, I was up all night I know I didn't I was still waiting to change when they came to get me and and I looked like this, I'm normal again and I want to know why the f*ck I am-"
Your rambling is interrupted by Bruce entering your view, a shocked look coming over his face.
"We don't know, thats why we're here," Tony answers before you can start rambling again. "Friday- Get me some coffee, extra strong I'm going to need it," he says before he gestures to a chair for you to sit on where he and Bruce begin their tests.
"Nothing?" You ask confused.
"There is nothing, you have all the same vitals you had before you were taken," Bruce repeats himself hours later.
Your mind spins and you can't even comprehend that you aren't at all different after all the shit you'd been through with HYDRA. That's when Bucky speaks up, "are you sure? This morning when she ran down here we had to pick up the pace to catch her and we're still here after she'd called Friday."
Tony raises a brow at that then turns to you and out for the blue asks, "what kind of food did they order for lunch?"
"Chinese takeout and pizza," you answer right away. This gets confused looks from everyone, including yourself as Tony gets that excited glint in his eyes.
He turns to see if they others are impressed but when he's met with confused looks he shakes his head. "Okay I'll spell it out for all of you," he spins in his seat to face you again, "you've always been a werewolf. That has always been a part of who you are-"
Your eyes widen as you realize something ten seconds too late, "they never told us what they were ordering..."
"Exactly! Now you're getting it!" He cheers.
Loki decides to just ask the question how it is, "so you're saying she's always been a wolf so she isn't any different but now he senses are enhanced even in human form?"
"Well, if you want to say it that way then yes. At least that's what I think and I am hardly ever wrong," Tony says cockily before standing up to walk away.
"Really Tony?" You ask shooting to your feet after him, "you're just going to say that then walk away?"
He laughs and pats you on the shoulder, "well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better but yes I'm walking away. They got pizza and Chinese takeout, as you would say; I'm tired. I'm hungry. I will not be doing anything until further notice."
You roll your eyes and pout a bit, he was right you would and had said that many times. "Fine, but after that we're figuring this out," you say following him.
"Fine, if you really doubt me we can do a few more tests."
You look up at the sky, exasperated, "oh no, why would I ever question Tony Stark the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?" You ask in a dramatic tone before deadpanning at him and saying, "oh yeah, because your ego is so big you can't see around it unless I knock it down!"
This only gains laughs from everyone but, Tony, who puts a hand to his chest as though he's offended, "fine then I won't help you."
You go to once again retort in a similar manner but a pair of arms lock themselves around your waist and stop you from continuing to follow Tony and Bruce. "It's good to have you back to yourself darling," Loki breathes in your ear, effectively distracting you. Bucky puts his arms around the both of you and before you can get more caught up in the moment Loki teleports you to the kitchen before releases you and Bucky from his arms.
Steve looks up from his plate, "we heard yelling is everything alright?"
"Yeah, Tony is just being an ass," you say and stalk over to steal either an entire box of pizza or your favorite Chinese takeout.
Your preoccupation with the food keeps you from seeing the looks everyone shares with each other. You had been like a ghost these last few weeks. You had tried to joke to make them comfortable and show you were alright but they could all tell your heart wasn't in it. Whenever you spoke, if you spoke, it was hardly more than a whisper, just the day before you hadn't raised your voice loud enough to be heard across the room.
Now here you were about ready to cuss out Tony, so back to your usual mannerisms. When you'd come to live with them, once you finally opened up you had unofficially claimed Tony as a brother figure and the both of you had fully embraced it. How long this would last nobody knew but they'd enjoy it while they had it.
Once your hands are full of food, that's when Tony finally shows up so you have to make do with merely sticking your tongue out at him rather than flipping him off. You weren't at all mad at him, you had all been working all day on this, it was just annoying that he chose now rather than earlier to point out that you all should eat. You don't get back to work that day, once you stop going you're exhausted and come to a complete halt with anything and everything besides talking and finally catching up with everyone as well as lounging in Loki and Bucky's laps while they both somehow shared you favorite chair.
You crash hard that night, not moving until at least noon the next day even though Loki and Bucky were up and down since they felt more okay leaving you to get things done. When you finally do wake up you brush your teeth then immediately head down to find Tony. You find him and all he says is, "so you're finally awake, I could have sworn you were dead with how long you slept."
This time you do flip him off before asking, "where do we start so that you can prove you're right? I'm not trusting it until I test it because I'd rather not die from doing something dumb and I think everyone would prefer that."
Tony rolls his eyes, "yeah yeah, we'd all prefer you live but only because those two boyfriends of yours might suddenly decide to go back to how they were when their minds were being controlled but this time of their own free will."
You snort, "and thats the only reason?"
He nods, "yeah, that is the only reason we keep you around."
Bruce joins the two of you to help, also thoroughly intrigued by whatever is going on with you, though more than once you can see that he mentally facepalms at you and Tony's dumb banter you would not stop. Seeing as you felt the same way you had when you'd first woken up you couldn't tell if things were off, it made it difficult to figure everything out. Finally you bring up what Bucky had said the morning before, "maybe, we could have me run? I haven't done anything physical since I got back, whereas I can't exactly stop smelling and hearing to notice a difference."
"That would have been a smart place to start. Why didn't you suggest that earlier?" Tony asks with a shake of his head.
"Hey, it's not my fault, you're the one who claims to be a genius."
Bruce cuts in, "you two go ahead and do that, I'm going to keep looking at the results to see if I can pick anything up." That's his nice way of saying please go away. So, you and Tony leave.
Honestly you were surprised that you hadn't seen Loki or Bucky most of the day, they'd been stuck to you like velcro and now they were just poof gone. You'd tried to tell them you were fine before this but they hadn't left you alone, so you were kind of glad that they had finally taken you up on it even if you missed them for abandoning you with Tony... Bruce probably regretted it too. When you enter the training room it makes sense where they had gone, the two men were sparing, not each other but Thor and Steve, refreshing their skills that they'd taken a break from for you, despite the fact that they'd been doing it for so long three weeks wouldn't make a difference.
Loki gets a bit distracted by your entrance and gets knocked across the room by Thor, who was still focused on the fight. This of course leads to Loki stabbing Thor, all in good fun, but you still shake your head and throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. Loki just looks at you and shrugs, not looking at all apologetic. Luckily Steve and Bucky had both stopped so the stab wound was the only injury.
"What are you doing down here?" Steve asks.
"What kind of physical?"
Thats when you speak, instead of letting Tony answer for you, "you want to race?" you ask with the slightest of smirks. Everyone in the room except Steve and Thor knew somewhat about what was going on with you, because you had effectively kept the topic elsewhere the day prior.
Steve raises an eyebrow, confused, "if you'd like too."
"Yep!" you respond with the slightest bounce up onto your toes as you do. Everyone takes a seat besides you and Steve, who walks over to join you on the track running around the outside of the room. "Run how you normally would, I'm trying to see something."
"Alright," Steve says with a nod.
The two of you start, and Steve quickly falls behind you, you gain ground quickly the first quarter mile, but after that Steve slowly but surely catches up, and when he does you stop. "Okay," you glance at Tony.
"What was that?" Steve asks, also coming to a stop and breathing deeply.
You look at Steve once more. "I think that somehow they combined both halves of me into one, I can't turn into a wolf but I'm still a wolf."
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Would anyone be interested in writing a lil fic or blurb of Bucky taking care of female!reader after she gets her wisdom teeth removed? I just got mine removed a few days ago and would love to imagine Bucky taking care of me
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it's brooklyn, baby: "bad at love"
it's brooklyn, baby masterlist
pairing: (college!bucky x fem!reader)
summary: he does those things because he's hurting, too. sometimes all it takes is a little heart to heart to make things a little more bearable.
notes: READ PART TWO FIRST !!
word count: 1k
warnings: lots and lots of tears :)), angst, fluff?, hints at previous abuse, alcohol
loosely based on the songs: bad at love by halsey -- the way i loved you (taylor's version) by taylor swift
sam sat on the couch, dozing off every few hours as you continued cooking silently. more than once, he looked over to see you wiping at your face, or stopping to take a deep breath to ground yourself.
at around three, you went into the bathroom, took a shower, got dressed and came back to wake sam up. “i’m leaving,” you started, chewing at the insides of your cheek, “if he comes out, could you-could you just tell him that i made him a cherry pie?”
sam sent you a soft smile and nodded, “yeah, yeah of course.”
“thanks sammy,” you blew out a puff of air before leaving, locking the door behind you.
sam turned off the t.v. in the living room before making his way down the hall, pausing when he heard someone call his name. he walked over to bucky’s bedroom door, knocking on it softly.
“s’open,” bucky grumbled.
sam opened the door, pursing his lips at the complete darkness, the only light coming from the screen of bucky’s phone. “you called me, man?”
“yeah, she just left,” sam sighed quietly, “she, uh, she made you a pie. it’s in the fridge if you want it.”
bucky nodded, waiting for sam to leave before he sat up, head in his hands. he felt like shit, his chest felt like it was caving in. he knew you were sorry, he didn’t have to talk to you to know, it was obvious. but he couldn’t get himself to forgive you, not after what you said.
he shuffled into the kitchen, opening the fridge, his eyes watering when he saw the foil covered pan with a sticky note on it. “i’m sorry.”
bucky looked at the yellow note for a moment before pulling the pie from the fridge, snatching it off to crumble it up. he pulled a fork from the drawer and took a seat at the counter, digging into it almost immediately. he was the only person in the house, besides you, who actually liked cherry pie, so he knew he didn’t have to worry about sharing it with anyone.
he ate about a quarter of the pie before re-covering it and slipping it back onto its place on the plastic shelf. he pulled out his phone and went to sit on the couch, clicking on a random movie to drown out the silence.
he sat there until you got home, quietly opening the door to make sure that you wouldn’t wake anyone that was possibly asleep.
you jumped, hand flying up to cover your heart when you saw bucky on the couch. “you scared me.”
bucky looked at you for a second, “sorry.”
“it’s okay, i just didn’t see-”
“no, i’m sorry about what i said,” he pursed his lips, desperately trying to blink away the tears in his eyes, “i don’t think you’re a whore.”
you took a deep breath, watching him through cloudy eyes, “oh, thanks. i don’t think you’re like your dad, i shouldn’t have said that.”
bucky hummed before shrugging sadly, “you weren’t wrong, though.”
“no, i was. i had no right to say that to you, not even after what you said,” you shook your head, dropping your bag onto the counter. “i’m so sorry.”
“after all the shit i’ve said to you, i think i deserved it,” bucky laughed quietly.
“it doesn’t matter what you said to me, bucky. nobody deserves that,” you felt the air catch in your throat when he patted the space next to him, motioning for you to take a seat. “i’m dirty, buck. i gotta shower.”
“just for a sec,” he hummed, patting it again.
you sighed and moved over to him, feeling out of place. “what’re you doing?”
“you’re one of the kindest people i know,” he started, sniffling quietly, “do you know that?”
“what’re you talking about, bucky?”
“i’m serious, y/n. i practically broke your heart this morning and you baked me an apology pie,” he laughed in disbelief, “i don’t deserve you. and you deserve so much more than me.”
“bucky,” you breathed out sadly, looking over at him as he stared at the half-empty bottle of greygoose on the table in front of him.
“i’m gonna stop drinking so much,” bucky nodded slowly, “i don’t wanna be like him anymore.”
your heart broke when he let out a quiet sob, “oh, c’mere,” you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and let him lay his head in your lap, his arm wrapping around the front of your legs. “it’s okay.”
“i’m so fucked up, y/n,” bucky whispered, “and i’m so scared. i’m so fucking scared of him.”
“i know,” you sniffled, rubbing his back softly, “i know you are, but it’s okay. d’you know why it’s okay, b?”
“is it because of that stupid promise?”
you laughed quietly and nodded, “it is. he can’t hurt you anymore, bucky. not really.”
“yeah, but he can control me,” bucky whimpered, “i’m so much like him, it’s fucking terrifying.”
“you don’t have to be,” you hummed, letting your other hand thread through his hair, “that’s the thing about life, hon. you get to pick who you are, who you become.”
“it’s so hard.”
“i know,” you cleared your throat quietly, “trust me, i know. but you don’t have to do it alone, y’know?”
“why are you still helping me?” bucky couldn’t help but remember the little boy that used to hide in his closet with his little sister, hands covering her ears so she wouldn’t have nightmares about the noise. so she wouldn’t grow up to be as broken as him.
“because i-” you shook your head a bit, cutting yourself off, “because i care about you. because i want you to be okay, because you deserve to be okay for once.”
he hummed softly at that response before turning his head a bit to kiss your jean covered knee, your hands covering up to wipe away at your tears. “you smell like oil.”
you giggled thickly, flicking his arm, “i told you i was dirty.”
“mm, you wanna watch a movie later?”
“if you want?”
bucky nodded and gave you a smile, “yeah. yeah, i think i do.”
“it’s a date, then.”
“it’s a date,” he repeated, his lips upturning softly, his cheeks still wet from his tears. “go get cleaned up.”
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sebastian stan x actress! reader
based on 'favorite crime' by Olivia Rodrigo
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 |
mentions of: cheating, and friends disaproval
a/n: sorry I haven't posted recently I just graduated and I have a bunch of things in the works!
“So, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours,” Sebastian asks
“Well, I was thinking about how weird this is, the whole us thing,” you say motioning your hand between Sebastian and you
“Do you mean our relationship? y/n my last relationship was already crumbling down before that day” he says mentioning the day he kissed you
“The press is going to explode,” you say holding your head
“They aren’t going to explode, they might freak out yes” Sebastian jokes and sits down on your black couch in your living room
“You know that I love you so bad, right?” he asks holding his arms out so you can hug him
“Yes, but-” you were cut off with Sebastian taking your waist and making you cuddle with him on the couch and started to tickle you which erupted in loud waves of laughter
“NEVER!” he exclaims
“So, what’s going on with the falcon and the winter soldier? Are you almost done filming” you ask Sebastian when he finally let go of your torso, you were in his house and were just having fun, the question was already answered by Mackie himself, he told you a few weeks ago that they have finished the show, so you want to see how Sebastian will recover from this
“No, I think we have a few more weeks left and then after that, I’m all yours” your heart sank when he answered that, you couldn’t believe yourself, or how you let him treat you like shit, and you were self-sabotaging yourself, you were his willing accomplice
“Speaking of, I have to go, were having a table read for the next scene,” he says getting up and going to the door where his sweater hung up “bye see you later, love you” he screams while leaving, your eyes were doe-eyed and ready to burst out with tears, he was slowly killing your all too fragile heart, one day at a time, one heart broke, four hands bloody, you were the one letting him do this to you after all. What were you scared of? all the things you did for the man to call him yours were all for nothing so he can be handed to another woman, you won’t blame the other girl, it was Sebastian who sought her out. You hoped this was his favorite crime, making you feel like jack-shit.
He used you as an alibi so he seemed like the sweet caring person, you were known for being nice and polite, Americas sweetheart even. You promised you would never cheat on someone, and he did too, but that was a lie, he was not loyal and he was cheating on you.
“Hey, are you ready, were leaving” Sebastian cut your memory off, you were going to meet up with some of your friends you insisted that Sebastian should stay, but he insisted he was going, and you let him after much debate, you grabbed your purse and got your keys, Sebastian was outside your front door and you in his car. You were going to meet your friends at a diner which is the most LA thing you have ever done. When Sebastian finally found a parking spot, you both got out, you met your friends at Mel’s Drive-In diner in Hollywood. You were walking hand in hand with Sebastian and were looking for our friends. You could hear your name being called and looking in the direction to meet eyes with one of your friends, you tell Sebastian and you could see your friend’s mouth drop seeing him next to you, especially when they see you holding hands with him. They might as well be dead.
“Hello,” you say sitting down in the booth
“Hey y/n...and Sebastian” your friends trailed off
“What’s going on here?” she says pointing between the two of you
“Umm, we're dating..again,” Sebastian says looking at your expression and then to your friends, you were starting to burn up
“Don’t, please” you cut Amelia off
“He legit broke your heart,” Sam continues what Amelia wanted to say
“Yes, I know,” you say with wide eyes
“And you’re letting him do it again" Amelia says
“He’s a great guy, look I promise if he hurts me again I'll break it off,” you say completely forgetting Sebastian was there
“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself instead of us,” Amelia says and you hear sirens, it was quite often you heard them so you brushed it off.
“How did you guys even start this, aren’t you dating someone?” Sam asks Sebastian
“I was, umm… but I left her, for y/n,” Sebastian says moving his arm around your shoulder so it could rest there
“Well that makes you look even worse,” Sam says drinking her cold beverage. You smile at the two, if your friends that you know so very well act like this, imagine the press and the fans. It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we do because you’re going down, but you were doing it with Sebastian.
“Sebastian! Oh my god” you say in pure shock, you found him balls deep inside another woman which made you almost cry at the sight, he has shared your location with you and so you followed it, to find him here, cheating on you. That was the final straw, he officially broke your heart, you were hoping you may just have been overthinking it. Until this, this confirmed it all.
“I think your friends hate me, but I, know you don’t hate me since you scream my name every night” he whispered in your ear which sent tingles down your spine
“I hate you,” you say with a smile on your face
“Look what we became,” he says “we’re a very happy couple,” Sebastian says to your friends and they have this gaze that can kill him right then and there and you just knew you will have to defend the man right after this dinner in your group chat.
After a very toxic dinner that was silent, you said your goodbyes to your friends.
“y/n-” Amelia says
“We just want to make sure you’re going to be happy with him and he won’t hurt you again,” Sam says finishing Amelias sentence
“I know, it’s just that I don’t know- he makes me feel special, and he’s changed, truly, and I wasn’t going to do this if I knew this would end like the last time” you reassure your friends and hugged them saying goodbye
“Thank you,” Sebastian says starting up his car
“Why?” you say furrowing your eyebrows
“For giving me a second chance, for defending me from your friends,” he says meeting your eyes
“I was not doing that for you, I was doing that so I wouldn’t get a million texts right now,” you say buckling your seatbelt
“Well I appreciate it, I love you,” he says bringing your forehead to his making your forehead touch his
“Thank you” you didn’t say the three words back because you can’t bring yourself to say it and he kisses your forehead which you made you close your eyes.
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Three New Dads
Sam Wilson x Daughter!reader, Steve Rogers x Daughter!reader, Bucky Barnes x Daughter!reader
Word Count: 2,368
Requested By: Anon
Ok so I seen a tik tok about where Sam Bucky and Steve were on a mission and found a baby by it’s self with no parents and they raised it and was very 🥺 and wondering if you could write something about that ??
A/N: This will be a co-parenting situation but none of them will be romantically linked to each other. It’s just three bros raising a baby together. Reader’s ages are: a few months old, then 3 years old, then 7 years, old and then 16 years old
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies,
Steve was the one who first came across the small bundle wrapped in the soft yellow blankets. The blankets were dirty with the dust of the debris that was settling around but through the ash, he could see a small baby wrapped in the blankets. He looked around for any sign of the parents and spotted them lying just a few feet away.
Sam had spotted Steve bending over something and made his way over, his eyes falling on the baby and then the bodies nearby, “Are those the parents?” he asked.
“Think so,” Steve said, slowly standing up with the baby in his arms, “It’s a girl.”
“What are we going to do with her then?” Sam asked, “I don’t think she has any family anymore,” he motioned to the destruction of the small town they were in. It was true. Anyone the small baby knew was dead, whether from the battle that had just ended or from a previous incident.
“What’s going on here?” Bucky asked, making his way over to the two men. His face fell when Steve turned to face him and motioned towards the blankets in his arms and the fate of the parents, “Oh.”
“I was just asking what we’re going to do with her,” Sam said.
“We could take her back with us,” Steve suggested, “There’s enough room for her and more than enough people to watch over her.
“So the Avengers are just going to raise a baby? All together?” Bucky asked.
“What if it was just the three of us?” Steve said, “We can do it and I”m sure everyone else would be fine with having her around.”
“That works for me,” Sam said. He was already loving the idea of having someone to take care of.
“I guess I’m in too,” Bucky said.
After explaining the whole situation to Tony on the jet, he reluctantly agreed to let the baby stay. The baby, who all three men agreed on the name Y/n, took turns watching her on the jet as she slept. They hoped she would stay asleep until they reached the compound and they could give her a proper place to sleep.
Once the jet touched down, Sam was the one who carried her through the compound and up to his own room. Steve and Bucky went off to go and get all the supplies they would need to care for a baby.
Sam laid down in his bed and held the infant on his chest. She was asleep for a few more minutes until she woke up, crying. Sam quickly shushed her, patting her back to try and get her calm again, “You’re okay,” he whispered, “I got you, don’t worry,” his voice seemed to soothe her back to sleep quickly. Her small fist had a hold of his t-shirt as her eyes closed again.
Shortly after, Steve and Bucky returned to find Y/n and Sam fast asleep in his bed. Bucky went into the girl’s room to set up everything while Steve was tasked with waking up the other two, “Sam,” he said, just loud enough to wake him up.
“What?” he asked groggily, slowly sitting up, keeping the baby against his chest.
“Her room is almost done being set up. Let me take her there,” Steve said, walking to the side of the bed.
Sam gently passed the baby to Steve, “I think I’m going to be her favorite,” he joked.
“How do you know that?” Bucky asked as he entered the room.
“She told me right before you got here,” he said back.
“Really? Cause she looks like she’s fast asleep,” Steve said. He readjusted the child in his arms before walking out of the room and to the one across the hall. Both Steve and Bucky’s room were on either side of hers, with Sam’s right across so if anything happened, all three could be there quickly. Steve placed a kiss on the baby’s forehead before setting her down in her crib and letting her sleep.
Three Years Later
Bucky sighed as he heard you crying for the third time that night. Steve and Sam had gotten you the first two times so now it was his turn. He slowly climbed out of bed and pulled on a shirt before going into your room. He watched as you moved around the bed uncomfortably. The three men had no idea how or where you got sick, seeing as you never left the compound but you’ve been miserable ever since. You had spent the previous day in someone’s arms or curled up next to them on the couch. Now, you couldn’t even get through an hour without crying and waking up.
“Hey babydoll, calm down it’s okay,” Bucky said as he made his way over to your bed, “Papa’s here now,” he lifted the covers off of you and picked you up.
“Feel icky,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his neck.
“I know you do. Let’s go get some medicine and then see if you can sleep. How does that sound?” he asked, already making his way into the kitchen.
“No!” you screamed loudly, surely waking everyone up, “No medicine. Too yucky,” you cried.
“I know it’s yucky but Steve said you didn’t take any last time you were up. It’s gonna make you feel so much better,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead. You were burning up and he knew you hated the medication but it would help you.
You shook your head, “No,” you tried to squirm out of his grip but Bucky held onto you tighter.
“What if I let you stay the rest of the night with me? Only if you take some medicine,” he bargained.
You thought for a minute before nodding your head. Bucky smiled and set you on the kitchen counter before pouring the medication into a cup and helping you take it. He picked you back up and to his room, where he laid down on the bed and laid you on his chest. He put his metal hand on your back, hoping the coolness would help your fever go down.
In the morning, Steve went to go check in on you but he panicked when you weren’t in your bed. He checked all over your room before going to Sam’s and waking him up, “Have you seen Y/n? She’s not in her room.”
“Did you check Bucky’s room?” Sam said.
“I’ll do that now,” he said. He closed the door to Sam’s room and went to Bucky’s. He was about to open his mouth to speak but when he saw you curled up next to Bucky, with his arm wrapped around you protectively, he didn’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep.
The sound of high pitched giggles filled the common area as Sam stepped into the room. He knew the sound belonged to you, he just didn’t know where you were. He followed the sound as best as he could until he saw you sitting on the couch while Thor was in front of you.
“What’s going on in here?” Sam asked, walking to the couch and standing behind you.
“Thor has magic,” you said, pointing to the man in front of you.
“I was just showing the little one a few tricks I had,” Thor showed Sam the small sparks of blue lighting emerging from his fingers, “She seems quite entertained by it.”
You let out another giggle before clapping your hands several times, “Again!” you squealed.
“Maybe another time honey,” Sam said as he picked you up from the couch and placed you on his hip, “It’s almost time for your nap.”
“Magic,” you said, a small pout on your face.
“After,” Sam said again. You frowned and tried to wiggle out of his hold. Sam thought you just wanted to walk to your room by yourself so he let you down and reached his hand out for you to take. Instead of grabbing his hand, you took off down the opposite hallway and out of the room, “Damn it,” Sam mumbled under his breath.
He took off after you, making sure to check all your hiding places until he spotted Bruce crouching down in front of you, keeping you occupied.
“There you are,” Sam said. He picked you up and made sure that you wouldn’t be able to escape, “I think it’s time for someone’s nap.”
Four Years Later
Steve had been looking all over the compound for you. He checked your room, then Bucky’s, then Sam’s. You were nowhere and Steve was starting to get worried. You weren’t one to stray away from anyone but since there was no one besides you and Steve at the compound today, he didn’t know where else to look. He looked in all the rooms and all your favorite hide and seek places.
After looking for what felt like hours, Steve checked the gym, a place where he often went to clear his head and spotted you with your hands loosely wrapped in athletic tape. He watched as you attempted to throw punches at the bag but you missed, causing you to get more and more frustrated.
“Sweetheart,” Steve said softly, walking over to you and grabbing your hands carefully. He could tell something was on your mind and he didn’t want you to get hurt by taking it out on the bag.
“What,” you huffed out angrily. You were fighting back tears so you avoided looking your dad right in the eyes until he lifted your chin up with his hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he gently lifted you from the ground and onto his hip.
You shook your head and buried it in the crook of his neck. You didn’t want to tell him because you knew it was silly. All it was is that you missed Sam and Bucky. They had been gone on a mission for a week, the longest they had left you in years.
Steve wasn’t taking no for an answer so he asked again, “C’mon Y/n. Please tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”
“I miss daddy and papa,” you mumbled, just loud enough for Steve to hear.
“Oh sweetheart don’t worry,” he said softly, “They’ll be back in a few days. I know they miss you too and can’t wait to see you again.”
“I want them now!” you cried.
“I know sweetheart but you need to calm down okay?” He set you down on the floor before sitting down in front of you, pulling you back onto his lap, “Take a deep breath for me,” he took a deep breath and waited for you to copy it, repeating it until you were calm.
He tried to think of something to help you channel your energy and he thought back to why you were in this room in the first place. He always went here to punch the bag when he needed to let something go and figured you would probably want to do the same.
He carefully stood up with you still in his arms and walked over to the bag. He set you down and re-wrapped your hands properly before making sure you had the correct stance. He quickly showed you how to throw a few punches and watched as you slowly worked out all of your feelings on the bag.
Nine Years Later
“I told you I’m fine Nat,” you said as the woman helped you walk into the medbay. You, her and Wanda were on a mission and you got injured. It was nothing serious, just a minor break to your ankle but Natahsa was intent on making sure your injury wouldn’t worsen.
“Yeah but your dad’s will kill me if they find out you got hurt and then you got hurt even more being stubborn,” she replied, helping you sit down on one of the beds.
“Do you think they’ll find out?” you asked, “They’ll never let me go on another one again.”
“Don’t worry about that Y/n,” Nat said as she patted her shoulder.
“Don't worry? Is that why you’re here? In the medbay with an injured leg,” you heard Sam say.
“It’s technically my ankle, not my whole leg,” you said back.
“Y/n, not the time,” Bucky said.
By now, all three of your dads had entered the room and started to coddle over you, especially Steve. He was the mama bear out of all of them.
“Y/n do you need me to get you anything?” he asked you.
“I would like some personal space please,” you said, shoving all three of them away from your bed, “I’m fine you guys seriously. Just let me go to my room and sleep. I’m tired.”
“Not until Bruce clears you,” Sam said as he adjusted one of your pillows.
“She’s good to go,” Bruce said from his desk, “It’s just a sprain. Ice and rest up and you’ll be ready to go in the field in no time.”
“Like she’s going on another mission anytime soon,” Bucky said. He walked over to you and helped you out of the bed and started to carry you towards your room. He wasn’t going to let you raise a finger. Neither would Sam and Steve.
Once you all got to your room, Bucky set you down and pulled the covers over you, “Get some rest doll,” he kissed the top of your head.
“Are you seriously not going to let me go on missions anymore?” you asked Sam as he walked over to you, kissing you on the forehead.
“It’s a maybe,” he said, ruffling your hair a bit.
“Just focus on getting better Y/n,” Steve said, “And then we’ll talk about it.”
You huffed and pouted just a little, making Sam laugh at you, “You’ll be fine,” he said.
“I don’t know how I’ll manage to stay in bed for days,” you complained, “I won’t survive this.”
“Well, at least we get a break,” Bucky said.
You scoffed, “Really? Because you three have to take care of me. You’re my dads and that’s your job. You signed up for this.”
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ok ik i forgot to update on here but i finished that fic i was posting on here and i posted it on ao3 like a few weeks ago but i forgot to put it here and i’m too lazy to upload it here so here’s the link to chapter 4 the final chapter thank you for following along with my weird and wonky updates if anyone here cares :)
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Summary: You found your soulmates in Bucky and Steve, but what happens when you have to slip back into your past as an undercover Hydra agent to protect them?
Word Count: 7.2k
Warnings: PTSD, swearing, angst, torture, implied smut at the end.
Note: This was an anonymous request from one of my besties (: Thank you for the request, love ya! <3
As always, any likes, comments, and/or reblogs are deeply appreciated! I love that shit (:
All Writings Masterlist
*gifs not mine
Soulmates. Everybody has at least one soulmate. There had been instances where records have said someone could up up to six soulmates. Everybody thinks of love when they hear the word soulmate, but sometimes that isn’t the case. Sometimes soulmates are meant to be best friends, protectors of each other. Someone to be there through thick and thin. Someone to just be your person.
That wasn’t the case with you. You thought it was when your two soulmate marks appeared on your eighteenth birthday, a sun and a moon plastered on your left forearm. You thought maybe one was the one meant to be your lover while the other was meant to be your friend but you were wrong. The moment you walked into the Avengers facility with Natasha you felt your soulmate marks burn, but it didn’t hurt. It was a good burn, to let you know they were close. They were here. You followed Natasha around as they introduced you to everybody and when you met Steve and Bucky, you knew instantly that they were your soulmates.
Here you were a year later, sleeping between the two super soldiers soundly. Steve had his face pressed into your neck with an arm wrapped loosely around you while Bucky was further down on your body, his arm wrapped around your waist and his face snuggled into your hip bone underneath the covers. Your eyes suddenly opened wide, sweat dripping down your skin. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath, panting in the arms of the super soldiers. You slowly wormed your way out of their grasp as quietly as you could as to not wake them, walking out of the shared bedroom and to the kitchen. Your tank top and pajama shorts clung to your body, drenched with sweat as you filled up a glass of water to try and calm your nerves.
“You okay, doll? Another nightmare?”
You turn to see Bucky standing there, his hair disheveled from sleep but his tired blue eyes showed deep concern for you. Your eyes went down to his right forearm where his soul mark was, a star and a sun. You learned rather quickly that you were represented by the star, Steve the sun, and Bucky the moon. You trusted the two with everything. Almost everything. You hadn’t told Bucky or Steve what your nightmares were about, you kept that secret. How were you supposed to tell Bucky that you worked for Hydra for years as you were undercover? Did things for them that haunted you, followed you everywhere you went? You sigh softly and nod, “Just needed some water.”
Bucky crossed the distance between the two of you, his bare feet stepping on the hardwood floors was the only sound in the room. He understood nightmares more than anybody and never pressured you to talk about it but was always curious as to what haunted you and woke you up in the middle of the night. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing his face into your hair, “You can talk to us about it, sweetheart, whatever it is.”
You swallow hard, melting into his touch, “I know.” You whisper to him, “I don’t want to.” You nuzzle yourself into his bare chest for a moment before backing up a little and bringing the glass of water to your lips and taking a long drink of it, the cool water helping calm your sweating body. You set the glass down on the counter, “You should go back to bed so Steve doesn’t wake up alone. You know how much he hates that.” You said with a small smile up towards him.
Bucky just stared at you for a few moments, trying to discern if you were really okay or not. He could hear your heart, it was beating evenly and your breathing had returned to normal. What was not normal, however, was the dark rings that had started taking over under your eyes from the sleep you haven’t been getting for the last two weeks. It concerned not only Bucky, but Steve as well. The both of them love you so much, almost too much, and coddled you like you weren’t a deadly, trained assassin. Bucky let out a defeated sigh, knowing this wasn’t one he was going to win. Once you were up, you were up and that was the end of the story. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning his against yours, “I love you, sweetheart.” He murmurs out to you before turning and walking back to the bedroom. He crawled back into the bed beside Steve, staring up at the ceiling for a while until he fell asleep, curling into Steve’s chest. Steve and Bucky, being a bunch of curious boys, already looked up everything about you they could that was in S.H.E.I.L.D.’s database but even with their clearance there were blacked out portions they weren’t able to see and they both figured whatever was blacked out in your file was the cause of your nightmares.
When Steve and Bucky woke at their usual early morning time at six, you were nowhere to be found in the shared apartment suite and there was a scribbled note saying you were going on a run. Steve held the note in his hand with his brow furrowed, “Do you think she’s okay?” He asks, his eyes flickering over to Bucky who was going in on some sugary cereal, “Remember to chew.”
Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve’s comment and made his chewing extra dramatic before swallowing, “She slept longer than most nights.” He mumbled out before putting another spoonful of sugar into his mouth. He understood the nightmares more than Steve. Both had their share of PTSD but Steve coped better through it than Bucky and you did. Sometimes Bucky went into episodes where he would stay awake for days until he was a mess enough for you and Steve to drag him into the shower and to bed. It bothered them both though that you wouldn’t share what was causing the nightmares, but they weren’t the type to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do or share. They just hoped that you would talk about one day when you were ready.
You slowed your pace, your hair tied up into a messy ponytail. You had managed to chain into some leggings and a light jacket without waking either of your super soldiers before slipping out to run to try to clear your mind. You slumped your back against a tree and closed your eyes, tilting your head up to the sky to let the sun that had just risen to warm your skin. You knew by this time your two soulmates would be awake, Steve probably being a concerned mama hen and Bucky eating all of the cereal just to try and find the dinky prize at the bottom of the box. You weren’t ready to meet their concerned gaze yet, the questions of if you were okay and what was going on through your head. At least tonight was Clint’s birthday party so you would be able to have some drinks and hopefully be able to fall asleep for more than just a few hours. You pushed yourself off of the tree to start your steady pace again but an arm grabbed you and pulled you back. You turned to face whoever grabbed you, your fist clenched and raised ready to attack before you drop it at the sight, “Maya.” You mutter out, “What are you doing here?” You ask the tall, black haired woman. She was a sight for sore eyes but not one you were expecting. Maya was a woman you met while undercover with Hydra and she had the same mindset as you did. Eventually you were able to turn her double agent, sending you information of what Hydra was up to. The higher ups in Hydra, who you were pretty comfy with, thought you were still apart of their team just MIA at the moment doing some recon.
“I missed you!” Maya smiled brightly at you, pulling you in for a hug before backing away, “Ew, gross. You’re all sweaty.” She said with a fake gag as she wiped your sweat from her skin.
“Yeah. I’m on a run. That’s what happens.” You chuckle slightly before asking your question again, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you. But seeing you means something big is happening so I’ll ask again. What are you doing here, Maya?”
Maya sighs and steps closer to you, “You’re right about something big. The ‘powers that be’ have ordered a hit out on James Barnes and Steve Rogers. They’re going to hire a bunch of mercenaries and whoever gets the confirmed kill gets a big paycheck.”
Your eyes widened for a moment at the words before they narrowed at Maya, “Why would they be making those moves now?” You asked. Your skin felt like fire and you could feel your heart racing at the news. You couldn’t let that happen. You wouldn’t let anything happen to your two soulmates, especially at the hands of Hydra.
“The last mission they went on, they stole some valuable information. Hydra wants them dead before they crack the code on the thumb drive spilling a bunch of dirty secrets.” Maya paused for a moment, “That thumb drive has information on every Hydra affiliate. Including you and I.”
You freeze at her words, plans hatching in your mind of what you had to do. You look around for a moment, taking in all the information before turning back to Maya, “Well… I’ll handle it. I’ll see you soon, Maya.” You told her before starting to jog back to the facility. You had to talk to the one person who knew everything. The only person who knew everything about your undercover status- Natasha. When you got back to the facility, you were almost to Natasha’s office when you were stopped by Steve who actually managed to spook you, something the pair hadn’t been able to do.
“Woah.” Steve said, his brow furrowing as he placed his large hands on your waist, “Everything okay?” He hadn’t expected to run into you yet here you were, seeming lost in your mind with something that made it easy to sneak up on you. He brings one hand up to rest on your cheek, his fingertips lightly touching the soft purple under your eye from lack of sleep. It pained him to see you this way, all he wanted to do was help but he couldn’t do that if you didn’t talk to him.
You nod and force a smile out up to him, “Yeah, Stevie. I’m okay, you just spooked me.” You tell him, “I was just deep in thought. I have to go talk to Natasha.” You say, pointing your thumb over your shoulder to Natasha’s closed door to her office
Steve looks over at the door then back to you, “You’re not going to go try to bribe her to let you go on missions again, are you?” He asks softly, “You know you won’t be assigned until you’re sleeping again.”
You shook your head slightly at him, maintaining eye contact with him. You made sure to keep your breathing steady which kept your heart rate calm as to not alert Steve to anything going on with you, “Don’t worry, my love. I’m not. I have to talk to her about the party tonight because I ran by the cupcake place and its closed so we have to figure out where else to get them from.” You lied skillfully. You quickly stood on your toes and press a soft kiss to his cheek that lingered just a little longer than you should’ve, “I’ll catch up with you and Buck later, okay?” You tell him before turning and continuing on your mission to talk to Natasha. You slipped through the door, shutting and locking it behind you. Luckily, Natasha had made sure to soundproof her office so even the enhanced hearing of super soldiers wouldn’t know what was going on. You sat in the chair across from her, letting out a deep sigh.
“Oh no.” Natasha groans, sitting back in her chair. She had known you long enough that she could read you just with a sigh passing your lips, “What’s going on?”
“Hydra is going to make some big moves because of the information Steve and Bucky got on their last mission.” You tell her, trying to keep your voice even, even though every molecule of your body was vibrating with anger and pain of what you were going to have to do to keep Steve and Bucky alive.
Natasha nods, licking her lips slowly before meeting your gaze, “What do you need me to do?” She asks.
“How’s your collection going?” You ask, nodding to her left shoulder where you knew her bullet wound scar from years earlier sat when Bucky had shot her as the Winter Soldier, “Feel like adding another? Because I can’t exactly shoot the birthday boy.” Clint was the only other person who knew everything about your past and he had been sworn to secrecy by you and Natasha.
Natasha shifts in her seat a little bit, “Not really, but I will.”
That was how the plan was hatched between you and Natasha for what was going to happen tonight at Clint’s birthday party. You spent the rest of the day trying to avoid Bucky and Steve, not wanting to risk anything being given away. You could feel them looking for you through your soulmate bond, worried about you but you tried to push it away and kept avoiding them. When it came time for the party, neither you or Natasha were found.
You stood in the sealed vault with Natasha, holding the thumb drive Hydra needed in your hands. The thumb drive that had all known Hydra affiliates on it, including your name. This was the better option is what you kept telling yourself. If you were outed, your cover was blown as an undercover agent in Hydra and you’d have a lot of questions to answer from your soulmates. You tuck the thumb drive in your pocket, turning to face Natasha, “Ready?” You ask.
Natasha nods and turns the cameras back on to have some sort of proof that you were Hydra and what was going to happen. You two fought for a little bit until you pulled a gun from a desk, aiming and shooting directly into Natasha’s right shoulder, the bullet going straight through. It wasn’t a kill shot, but hurt like hell. You gave her one last look before making your escape, running towards the exit and out into the darkness.
The party was alerted about the gunshot in the vault soon after by F.R.I.D.A.Y.. Steve and Bucky, who had been standing by each other waiting for you, immediately started sprinting. You were not at the party which meant you may be the one that got shot. Steve rushed into the vault first, Bucky right on his heels. Steve ran to Natasha who had propped herself up against a wall, keeping pressure on the bullet wound, “What happened?” Steve asks.
Natasha breathes heavy, looking to Steve, “Y/N… She took the information you two got on your last mission…”
Bucky looked stunned, frozen in shock with wide eyes, “She shot you?” He asks in disbelief.
Natasha looks at Bucky and nods, “There’s things you two don’t know about her…” She breathed out, “I thought she had gone straight years ago but she’s still been working with Hydra. She double crossed us all.”
Steve put his hand over the bullet hole, shaking his head at her words, “No. Not Y/N. She wouldn’t do that.”
“You’re lying.” Bucky hissed out, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You wouldn’t do that. He knew you, or so he thought.
Clint came running in and froze at the sight before quickly going to Natasha and picking her up from the floor, determined to get her to the infirmary.
“Wait.” Steve said, grabbing Clint’s arm to stop him from going and looking at Natasha in his arms, “Are you sure? Maybe she was doing something else?”
“Check the footage.” Natasha said to him, “And use my code to look at her files. 730947503. You’ll see.”
Steve and Bucky immediately went to Natasha’s office, typing in her code to unlock your files. The blackened portions went away and it unlocked other files on you. Showing you wearing the Hydra symbol proudly on your jacket sleeve while walking with known Hydra affiliates, even one of you with Alexander Pierce. The file read:
Threat Level: 9
Known Aliases: Alice Cabray. Sofia Turngenev. Mayhem.
“Mayhem… Pierce used to talk about Mayhem.” Bucky said softly as he read the screen, “Thought it was an organization or another project… but it was her.” He remembered Pierce once talk about Mayhem at the bank vault where he was kept as the Winter Soldier. Pierce had sent one of the scientist to meet Mayhem but he never knew what that meant until now. You must’ve been close, but not close enough for the soulmate bond to take hold. The file said you had turned over information to SHEILD in an attempt to go straight but that must’ve been a lie to get closer to the Avengers.
The two continued to read through the files, reading about all the hits you have done. There was even footage of you executing some of the hits but your face was always hidden from view but the two super soldiers would know you anywhere even without seeing your face. There was footage of you with Brock Rumlow, another Hydra agent that had been undercover at SHEILD. Then they watched the footage from the vault with you and Natasha, seeing you snatch the thumb drive before firing a shot at Natasha and fleeing. Both of them staring at the screen for a few moments in silence at what they just witnessed.
Bucky slumped back into the chair, hanging his head low as he stared at the floor, “Steve… Our soulmate… She’s…” His sentence didn’t end, he couldn’t say that you were Hydra. It just didn’t seem possible to him even with all the proof.
“I know.” Steve said, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.
You pulled your jacket firmly around you, your hood hiding your face as you walked through crowds on the busy street. You stopped outside a club, walking past the bouncer and into the club. You took in the musty air, looking as you watched people dance with each other to the overly loud music and throw back drinks one after another. You slipped past the bodies and through a door in the back, walking down the basement where Maya stood waiting for you, “Hey.”
“You made it!” Maya said with a smile before leading you to an underground garage full of expensive cars. She got into the drivers side while you got into the passenger side. Maya looks over at you, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“It’s the only idea, Maya. Just drive.” You tell her after fastening your seatbelt, motioning to the steering wheel. It didn’t take long to get to the new Hydra operative building. It looked like a normal building, tall with glass windows and seemingly normal workers, but you knew it was all just a cover for what was really happening behind the tinted windows. You and Maya walk inside and she departs on a lower floor than you. You stopped at the fourth floor from the top, walking out of the elevator and down the empty hallway until you reached double doors. You push both of them open after a deep breath and putting a confident smile on. Behind the doors laid a large office, the room littered with men and women. Some were visibly Hydra soldiers but others were politicians, leaders of different countries, and the heads of Hydra. You walk in and the room fell silent as they glanced at you. One of the leaders of Hydra raised a thick white eyebrow at your appearance before one of the soldiers stepped forward with a gun to your left temple.
“What are you doing here?” The new head of Hydra, Michael Grey, asked as he stood from one of the leather chairs and walks towards you. He was a tall, muscular man and didn’t look older than forty. He had light brown hair and wore an expensive blue suite that looked one size too small for him.
You shrug as you look around, “Figured it was time for a check-in.” You say nonchalantly before smiling over at him, “Oh, and I got this for you.” You say, pulling out the thumb drive and tossing it to him.
Grey catches the thumb drive and looks at it before waving a hand which has the soldier remove the gun from your head, “Thought you went rogue on us.” He huffed out as he passed someone you didn’t recognize the thumb drive before pouring two glasses of expensive looking scotch.
“Well, I got in and some things happened. Had to stay close.” You reply, watching his every move as Grey slowly approached you and handed you one of the glasses. You sip some of the scotch, a small smile still playing on your lips.
“Ah, I’ve heard of those things.” Grey told you with a charming smile, looking at your covered forearm, “Soulmate to Steve Rogers and James Barnes. I would like to see.”
You nod and set the scotch on one of the small tables next to a leather chair before slowly slipping your jacket off your body and setting it on the chair. You hold out your left arm, showing the sun and moon soulmate tattoo.
Grey gently puts his hand on your elbow, bringing your arm closer to his face as he watches you for any sign in your features. His eyes slowly flickered down to the tattoo on your arm, “Sun and moon. Sun obviously for the golden boy and moon for his darker half. I’m curious, what are you to them?” He asks, his green eyes flickering up to meet yours.
“A star.” You reply, keeping your voice even. It didn’t feel right to have him touch you, not so close to your soulmate mark but you couldn’t show how it was making you feel. He was testing you, seeing if there was anything that could be interpreted as you were sent here by them.
“Of course you are.” Grey said with a smile, releasing you from his touch and walking back over to his desk, leaning against the front and keeping his eyes on you, “Give us the room,” At his command, the room emptied rather quickly until it was just you and Grey alone staring each other down. His eyes glossed over you from head to toe before tilting at you, “I’m hesitant to trust you.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, “Don’t believe me?” You ask, taking a few steps forward confidently as you tilt your head to one side, “Really, Michael? Why would I bring you the information that would out us all if I was on their side?”
Grey straightened his posture and folds his arms, shrugging slightly at you with that grin on his lips, “Guess I just need a little more proof.” He said before reaching to the other side of his desk and pulling out what a large ring with the Hydra symbol on it. He beckoned you closer and you complied, stepping forward and holding out your left forearm knowingly. You’ve spent enough time with Michael Grey that you knew what he was planning to do and you couldn’t hesitate otherwise he would know. Grey pulled out a lighter next, warming the Hydra symbol on the ring until it looked red and angry before pressing in quickly into the center of your moon soulmate tattoo.
Bucky and Steve POV
The team was in the conference room, sitting and going over what had happened with you and Natasha in the vault. Clint was leading the mission since Natasha was still getting patched up and Steve was filling everybody in on what him and Bucky found in the file, about you being Hydra.
In the middle of Clint speaking, Bucky let out a sudden yelp and stood from his chair. His eyes went wide and he clawed at his right forearm where his soulmate tattoos were. He ripped the fabric off his arm to reveal his star tattoo, the one representing you which was normally black, was burning and the outline was red but there was no mark.
“Buck?” Steve asks, crossing the room over to him and grabbing onto his right hand to examine the soulmate tattoos. Then his own started to burn and he pulls up his sleeve with a hiss, feeling the same burning but seeing nothing there on the star that represented you. The border of the star tattoo turned a light shade of red at the feeling before it slowly faded back to its normal black boarder.
“What was that?” Clint asks, looking between the two super soldiers.
Bucky’s eyes were wide and staring at Steve, grabbing onto his arm quickly as if to make sure he was still there, “She burned our tattoos….” He whispered in almost a defeated fashion. Burning of soulmate marks closed off the bond you shared with your soulmates, but not fully. Bucky felt terrified. You had burned your soulmate tattoo of him and now he felt abandoned, scared, vulnerable, “I can’t feel her, Stevie…"
Steve wrapped his free arm around Bucky’s shoulder, pressing his face into the side of Bucky’s head to lay a soft kiss before looking down at the soulmate tattoos on his own arm, not believing what you had done. The loss of not being able to feel you as much was breaking Steve as much as Bucky, but in moments like this he had to be the strong one.
You kept Michael’s gaze as he burned both your soulmate tattoos, feeling Bucky’s vulnerability and Steve’s brokenness but didn’t let it show as you breathed through the pain until he pulled the rings from your skin. You roll your shoulders and then tilt your head at him, “How about now?”
Michael smiled and put the ring on the desk to cool down before turning his gaze on you again, “Mhmm.” He purred out and looked at your now scarred tattoos, “So, how have you been, Miss. Mayhem?”
You smile and shrug, “I’ve been good.” You say, walking back over to your glass of scotch and lifting it up, twirling the glass so the liquid spun in it before taking a drink, “Although… I did hear about your plan with my soulmates and I couldn’t help but feel left out.” You pouted your bottom lip at Michael, watching his grin grow, “Last I checked, things like that was my job.” You say, walking over to him until you could smell his cologne, licking your top lip before speaking again, “And you know that nobody will do it better than I can.”
Michael grinned, reaching out a hand and placed it on your hip, “You sure you can handle it?” He asks softly.
You smile at him and nod, “Leave it to me. Those boys are wrapped around my finger.” You whisper in his ear before turning on your heels, “Thanks for the scotch!” You say over your shoulder before leaving.
Bucky and Steve
It’s been a week since your soulmate tattoos have been burnt. A whole goddamn week and Bucky was fuming. He was flipping between being a vulnerable wreck that sat on the floor and cried and being so angry that Steve had to hold him back from punching anymore holes in walls because he was running out of picture frames to hide them. Bucky was feeling the brunt of it. After all this time, after all the nights you were there for him after a nightmare, you had betrayed him and Steve and gone off with Hydra. He cursed himself for not knowing this about you, trusting you so easily just because the universe decided you were his other part besides Steve. He was laying back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as the thoughts ran through his head. Stupid. His brain told him, Trusting her after she stayed so closed off. Should’ve known. Can’t trust anybody except Steve. Everybody hurts you. Nobody cares except Steve. Who would want you?
Steve was being the stronger out of the two for Bucky’s sake. He had always feared something like this would happen. Not you running off with Hydra, but of them finding their third soulmate and then being abandoned. He knew Bucky wouldn’t handle it well and it was unfolding in front of his eyes. Steve sat down on the floor in front of the couch, snaking a hand up to take Bucky’s in his and grip onto it tightly just to let him know he was here. Steve was hurt too. He thought he had completed the puzzle in his life finding you to be with him and Bucky. He planned out the future, eventually retiring and buying a big house where him and Bucky could give you everything you could ever want, maybe even a family someday. He finally felt peace for the first time when the three of you had said the three little words that meant so much - I love you.
The two eventually dragged themselves off the couch, needing to do something other than sulk and mope around so Steve decided it would be a good idea for the two of them to go out to get some of the pizza they enjoyed and maybe some ice cream. What they weren’t expecting, however is when they got back into the car and started it, a thick fog came through the vents of the A/C. The two coughed and tried to fan the fog away or get out of the car, but the doors and windows were locked, trapping them inside. Eventually the gas knocked them out, both of them going limp in the drivers seat.
When they awoke, they were both chained to metal chairs. Even with their strength, the heavy duty chains wouldn’t budge as they were practically drowning in them. Bucky was wide eyed, struggling in his chair as flashbacks came to his head of time with Hydra, being tortured mercilessly. Steve was more calm, as usual, slowly looking around at their surroundings. They were in a dark room and there was a plastic sheet below them on the floor above the carpet. There was no furniture in the room either and both of them were just staring at double doors.
Both of them froze when they heard footsteps, watching as two pairs of feet appeared below the door. But when you entered with Michael at your side and an evil grin on your face, their blood ran cold. You stayed a little away from them, looking them both over with a tilt of your head but never making eye contact with either of them, “Told you.” You said, glancing over at Michael, “Nobody does it better than me.”
“Mhmm.” Michael hummed, walking up beside you and placing an arm around your waist. He kissed your cheek, not missing how both Steve and Bucky tensed when he did, “You did very good, gorgeous.” His eyes turned back on Steve and Bucky, seeing that stern Captain America look on Steve with his eyes aflame with anger as Bucky just stared at you, holding back tears with a grim look across his features at your betrayal.
You smile and step away from Michael, pulling out a gun, “So, did you want me to do this now or what?” You ask, waving the gun in the general direction towards Steve and Bucky.
Bucky starts laughing slightly under his breath, hanging his head, “You’re going to kill us, doll?” He asks, tilting his head up slightly to look at you from under his dark eyelashes, “Should’ve known you were too good to be true. Nothin’ but a liar.”
You holster the gun and walk over to Bucky, takin his cheeks between your hand and giving them a soft squeeze to make him pout. You kept your eyes on his bottom lip, still refusing to meet his gaze because you knew if you did, you would break, “Oh sweetness, I had my fun with you. It’s just business.” You mutter out to him before turning your back on him and walking back towards Michael.
“How about some dinner and wine first?” Michael asks, wrapping an arm around your waist again as he ignored the two super soldiers, “It’ll get you more in the mood.”
You nod, “Wine sounds fantastic.” You say, flashing a smile at him as he began to pull you out the door.
“Y/N!” Steve yelled after you, “We love you, please…” He said, trying to reach you. Then he saw it when you looked over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Your eyes were sad and in pain, filled with silent apologies as they flickered between him and Bucky.
You lick your lips and shrug, “It was a good time.” You simply say and turn back to Michael with a smile, the doors shutting behind you.
Bucky and Steve were silent, giving each other looks once in a while as if to silently communicate what they were feeling. Both of them had noticed the way you looked at them and it was like you were silently saying ‘I love you two’ to them. Both their eyes flitted to the door as they heard gunshots, starting to struggle against their chains again before the double doors opened and Sam was staring at them, “What? Chains too much for your super strength?”
“Get us out of here, birdbrain.” Bucky hissed at him, not in the mood to deal with this. He had to find you, him and Steve had to find you.
Sam let Steve out from the chains first, using some new laser tech on redwing that Tony installed to do the job. Once he was done with Bucky, the two made their way to the door immediately, “Hey! She’s already gone!” Sam called after them, making the two super soldiers freeze in their steps and look at Sam questioningly, “Natasha and Clint already booked her, it’s like she was waiting at the door for us.”
Steve and Bucky share a look of confusion and relief that you were safe and alive, but confused because they knew you. You wouldn’t go down without a fight so hearing that you were already booked was a shock to them. They went outside and got into one of the black SUVS provided by SHEILD and headed back to the facility where they immediately found Natasha, “Where is she?” Steve asked her immediately.
Natasha sighs, “Look, I think we should talk first about what happened.” She told them, folding her arms.
“Where is she, Nat?” Bucky hissed out, his fists clenching in anger.
“She’s in the cradle. She may have blocked a shot from a Hydra soldier that was aimed at Clint before we got her.” Natasha informed.
“What?” Steve and Bucky ask at the same time, their anger melting away to just feel worry for you. The two super soldiers pushed passed the short redhead and into the medical bay where you laid in the cradle, passed out with a bullet wound to your stomach.
Bucky pressed his hand up against the glass at the sight of you, millions of thoughts running through his head. His eyes flitted down to the soulmate mark on your left forearm, flinching at the sight of the Hydra mark in the center of the moon and sun tattoos.
Steve stood beside Bucky, staring down at you as the cradle healed you. His eyes went to Natasha and he folded his arms, “What do you know, Nat?” He asks with narrow eyes.
Natasha sighs and folds her arms, “Y/N and I go way back. She has been a SHEILD agent almost as long as Clint has. She was placed undercover when we learned that Hydra still existed, deep undercover.” She told them, “She was one of their favorites and would feed us information, even provided us with the technology to ruin Project Insight.”
“How did she end up here?” Steve questioned, shocked at the new information.
“She told me she wanted to quit being undercover, didn’t like the things they made her do as their enforcer and assassin, that it was slowly killing her.” Nat said, her eyes flickering to you before back to Steve, “But she couldn’t just sever ties with Hydra, just in case something important came up and we needed her skillset. When you two took the information from Hydra, they planned to hire every mercenary to come after the two of you and it would’ve worked. So Y/N went back undercover with Hydra to create a plan where we could capture the heads of Hydra without blowing her cover.”
Bucky lost it, removing his palm from the glass on the cradle and walking over to Natasha, more like stomping, until he was staring down at her. His nostrils flared in anger and his fists clenched at his sides, “Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t she tell us?”
“I didn’t tell you because of a situation like this, in case we needed her background.” Natasha stated simply, narrowing her eyes at Bucky and her body tensing, “You’re going to have to ask her yourself when she wakes up, Barnes.”
And so began the waiting game. The cradle healed you right up and as soon as Bucky and Steve got the okay to move you, they took you back to your shared apartment in the facility and laid you down on the couch waiting for you to wake up. Bucky was pacing around the room, trying to process the information and his feelings while Steve sat on the coffee table staring at you.
Your brow wrinkled a little before your eyes opened, a hand going up to feel your stomach where the bullet had ripped through you to find just a small scar left from the cradle. You look around and meet Steve’s eyes filled with relief and a mixture of anger, “Oh shit.” You mutter, slowly sitting up, “Okay, I’m sure there’s questions…”
“Yeah, you think?” Steve asks, his eye brows raised at you, “Why didn’t you tell us?”
You sigh and pick at your fingernails, “I couldn’t in case I needed to go back undercover. It’s better if you two believed it.” You tell him softly before looking over to Bucky, finding those blue eyes you adored before looking down to the ground, “And I didn’t want to tell you after everything Bucky went through. You don’t understand, I was there doing other errands for Pierce and it almost killed me when I found out that I was your guys’s soulmate. I was so close to Bucky and didn’t save him.”
Bucky froze at your words, his lips turning down into a small frown at the pain in your voice. He crosses the room slowly to sit beside you, instantly wanting to comfort you as he placed his hand on the small of your back, “It’s not your fault, doll. But why not just tell us about the hit when you learned about it? We could’ve came up with a plan.”
You shook your head and look at Bucky, “No, not with every mercenary on your tail. It would be like having hundreds of Natashas and me’s after you. Even though you two are the strongest and smartest people I know, they would’ve got you eventually.” You tell him honestly, “The only way to make sure the mercenary army wasn’t called in to kill you was me taking the head on it. I was Hydra’s head executioner and assassin, taking care of internal affairs and cleaning up their messes when Bucky wasn’t available. They trusted me to get it done, exactly like I wanted them to.” You watch Steve and Bucky both nod at your words, sharing silent glances as they seemed to communicate telepathically.
Steve moved to sit on the other side of you, taking your right hand in his large ones and leaving a kiss on the back of your hand, “Thank you for protecting us.” He says over to you with a half smile.
“But never,” Bucky says to you, lifting your left forearm and leaving small kisses on your Hydra branded skin, “Do it again.”
You look at the Hydra brands on your arm and sigh, another reminder other than your memories about what you’ve done. You close your eyes tightly to try and stop the tears from forming, “I’m sorry.”
Bucky kissed the side of your forehead as Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Steve whispers to you, “You’re here with us. Just promise no more secrets, okay? No more running off to protect us and no more Hydra.”
Bucky places a finger under your chin and tilts your face to meet his eyes, “Promise us. No more double agent or undercover for Hydra. It stops now, doll.”
You nod with Bucky’s finger still on your chin, staring him in the eyes, “I promise.” you tell him before looking over at Steve, “I promise.” You tell him also. You let out a yelp as Bucky picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and started walking towards the bedroom, “Bucky!” You squeak out, patting his back, “What are you doing?”
“Bucky wasn’t very happy about that guy kissing your cheek.” Steve informs you as he follows behind with a smile.
“Fuckin’ gross.” Bucky growled out, “She’s ours. All ours.” He landed a soft smack to your ass, making you jump a little in his grasp, “Gonna give you a nice shower to get him off of ya’ before we dirty you up.”
You couldn’t help but whimper at his words, knowing what that meant. It meant after your shower, you were going to be reminded just how much the two super soldiers love you while leaving hickeys on your skin to remind you of all the spots that you are theirs.
“We also missed you.” Steve said with a grin and lust in his eyes, still following closely behind, “And we are going to show you how much."
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Last Mission - Series - Part 7: Somebody to love
Last Mission - Series - WS X Reader; BB X Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, dubcon, themes of stalking and voyeurism, some smut and swearing, and each chapter will have specific warnings as applicable. Minors please do not engage.
Winter Soldier X Reader (she/her); Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive
A/N: I am so sorry I spend so much time on food it just makes me happy but perhaps I don't need to write every single meal from now on. And in this AU no one uses the bathroom but they do exist 🤭😆Song referenced in chapter: Valerie June - Somebody to love
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Part 1: Uneasy feelings
Part 2: The long retreat
Part 3: On the run
Part 4: Watching the watcher
Part 5: Swimming with strangers
Part 6: Truth or something like it
Part 7: Somebody to love
You stood and stretched, pouring yourself some water and staring out the window. You could see the soldier starting to cut wood again. This time he lined up rounds of wood and very quickly chopped them. Moving with speed and precision and perhaps even rage. He cut wood until the uncut pile was totally done. He had a made quite a mess of the yard by the end. You poured him a mug of water and brought it out to him. He was sweaty and covered in wood chips. You approached him cautiously as he knelt on the ground gathering little pieces of the split wood for kindling in a basket. "Are you thirsty, you really worked up a sweat there." You said coyly with a small smile. He stayed kneeling and looked up at you in fading late afternoon light. You reached out your hand and brushed a few wood chips from his hair and shoulder. He leaned into your hand, capturing it with his metal hand, bring your fingers his lips. He stood quickly, too close to you, dropping the basket of kindling at his feet. He first grabbed the mug and drank quickly. Finishing the water, he dropped the mug into the basket. He then pulled you to his chest and greedily kissed you, holding you close and feeling your body on his. "I said I would leave you alone Y/N but I can't. You are essential to me now. I can't change what I did but I hope you can understand why I did it?"
You nodded and played with his hair, staring into his blue eyes. "I just... don't know you, James. 24 hours ago I thought you were going to kill me. Give me second to reorient to this information. Look, it's getting dark, you should light the fire soon. I will go back and inside and make a plan for dinner." You gave his bicep a reassuring squeeze and stooped down to pick up his mug, as he would be needing it again soon.
After a few minutes of sorting the food again, you were a bit exasperated. You couldn't think of a very good meal with your ingredients. You had lovely potatoes and garlic and could make jacket potatoes, but they'd be pretty plain dinner with just butter and salt and pepper.
Just then James came back into the cottage, carrying the next drop of supplies and gently setting it down on the small table. The cottage was rapidly losing light. James opened the secret hatch and quickly ran downstairs. He came up with an old-fashioned oil lamp and set it on the square table by the window. He carefully lit the cloth wick with a long match and replaced the glass on top. He brought the lamp over to the higher countertop you were fumbling about at. “I always make sure to put the oil lamp downstairs between visits. I would hate something to happen to this after it was so carefully passed down in my family. It's very old but always been used so it keeps on living way passed it due date. Kind of like me" he chuckled softly,
You were surprised by all this information he shared. And he even told a joke!
You remembered more pertinent details from the briefing file you were asked to study when you were first hired. Fury wanted you to get a feel for what kind of madness SHIELD worked with. The Winter Soldier was both notorious and seen as a bit of a historical oddity, mixing myth and reality so it made for an interesting read for new employees with top secret clearance. The experiments he endured and the murders and the violence that they claim that Winter Soldier committed were fuzzy details for you now. At the time, you didn't want to learn too much about all the awfulness, as it may have scared you to come into work. But you also felt committed to the cause, to make sure that there were good guys fighting the bad guys. You wanted to help in any way you could.
But now with this man standing in front of you, the trauma visible on his body, the fact that he had gone to war a young man in 1943 and now stands before you closed to 90 years later... it was too much. You thought about how he engaged with you. Slow and watchful, perhaps it was him trying to make sense of you. His last 80 or so years being filled with violence and the world had surely changed a lot since he was a young man.
"Let's see what we got in the cooler" he said.
He opened the lid and you could have squealed! Fluffy hot dog buns were laid right on top. You pulled them out and opened the bag and took a big inhale the soft bread and smells of yeast and flour. Delicious. The cooler was well stocked with hot dogs, condiments, an onion and even the makings of s'mores. You were very excited by this prospect of a real campfire experience. You hadn't had one since you were a teenager, if you remembered correctly. James watched your excitement, and it was mirrored in his softened eyes and small smile. He seemed to smile with more frequency today. Very different from the taciturn man from yesterday.
"We finished the wine last night; would you want some more? There's more bottles in the basement." James said.
"Oh sure,” you said. “That would be nice." You were a bit distracted by the massive chocolate bar in your hand. And then you looked up into his eyes and said breathlessly, "the wine and this chocolate will be delicious together.”
He threw his head back and laughed in a kind of strained bark. Like he wasn't used to doing it. "I have never heard of anyone who loves food as much as you, Y/N."
You bustled about and cut the onion and placed everything back into the cooler. James grabbed the cooler and carried it out to the fire pit. He returned to the cottage and went downstairs and quickly returned with a bottle of wine and a sweater. "Here, it's gonna get cold outside. Wear this and grab a blanket on your way out."
You looked around and found the plates and cups he had diligently cleaned after breakfast and hooked the cups on your last three fingers and held the plates between your index finger and thumb. You had the sweater swung over your arm and you leaned to grab the blanket from the foot of the bed on the side where you had slept last night. But then you saw his blanket neatly folded on the floor. You went over and grabbed it, raising it to your nostrils. It smelled like him. You put your face into it more and breathed heavily. Just then he came back through the door of the cottage catching you in the act.
You brought the blanket down a few inches and smiled sheepishly.
He grabbed the things from your hands and bid you to put the sweater on. He then wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and leaned down to kiss you. You lunged at him and wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your tiptoes to suck on his bottom lip and drag your tongue along it. He kissed you back with increasing intensity but broke it soon after. "Come on, let's go cook our food before the bears get it."
You had a perfectly pleasant campfire that lasted hours. You ate and asked him questions about his youth, his friend Steve, and the time right before he went off to war. He talked about the family that he lost when he was taken hostage in the war. But he trailed off frequently and you could tell it was a sore spot. You desperately wanted to ask him about more recent events. When did he get "woken up" by Hydra? Did he feel anything when he was under? Did it hurt to be woke up or put back to sleep? How did they control his mind? What was his day like while he followed me? How did this cottage come to be stocked? How did he do all of this while also watching me hours on end? The questions died on your lips though because this evening was just too perfect. The fire was dancing beautifully, the blanket, sweater, and socks ensuring you were snuggly warm. You rocked softly back and forth staring into the flames, occasionally humming a song you couldn't get out of your head.
Well, if you're tired and feelin' so lonely/ You wake up at night thinking that only/ If you had somebody/ I'll be somebody/ Somebody to love
Did they tell you there are plenty of fish in the sea/ But you're out in the cold and you're feelin' empty/ Looking for somebody/ I'll be somebody/ Somebody to love
He watched you over the flames. You both drank several mugs of wine. Your cheeks were pink from the wine and the warmth of the fire. The distance between you, him sitting directly across from you, was annoying you. You wanted to feel him. You wanted him.
He drained his mug and got up to go to the wine bottle which was on an empty bench to the right of you. These wooden benches were weather worn but sturdy with a slight curve so that 4 benches totally encircled the fire pit. If you turned your head, you could see the beautiful lake surrounded by lush forest. He pulled your attention back to him by clearing his throat, "Would you like more wine?"
You looked at him a little unsteady and said something that vaguely sounded like “yerp”. A bit of a mix of yes and sure. "Oh maybe not" you giggled. "I am slurring my words"
He just smiled warmly and said "Well, if you change your mind, there’s plenty" and went to sit back down.
"How can you drink so much and seem so unaffected by it?"
"My metabolism runs faster than most people's. I can't get drunk. Which is very annoying when you'd want to be drunk." He chuckled a bit.
"Very interesting, Mr. Barnes." you said with a mischievous grin. "Means you're immune to whiskey dick which is also very annoying when you'd want to... not have that happen"
He opened his eyes wide. "You are a very sexual person, Y/N. I noticed..." He trailed off again, perhaps aware that his watching of you was not okay. Not something he wanted to perhaps bring up right now to remind you of his violation. It certainly was that. But you couldn't help finding all the details of his last week rather fascinating.
"Yes I am. Now," You laughed a little too hard but soon grew serious. "I.. have struggled in the past to express myself. I used to stay quiet and meek and away as self-protection.... some bad things happened to me over the years. I was fairly successful in life, but I made myself small. A few years back I just... couldn't do it anymore. I changed programs in school, broke up with some friends who liked that they could control me, and put some distance between me and my family. I wanted to find myself, my voice, my purpose. When I landed the job at SHIELD I thought I had found that. But it's such a big job that I think it made me want to hide myself away again. The fact you were watching me... I don't know. It was for sure a violation. But it also feels oddly liberating. You already know so much about me. My habits, my preferences, my life... my body. And you seem to want me anyway."
He looked so intently at you. He was leaned over with his arms on his knees with his mug gripped in both hands. Like he was trying to catch every word. "I want you because of what I saw. I can't get enough."
"What do you mean you want me? In what way? I am not like your motorcycle out front or this cottage. I am not a thing to be possessed."
"I know that. I don't see you that way. I just..." he was frustrated. "I don't know what happens next, Y/N. According to Fury, I am an enemy of the state. I am scared I will be captured and put back under by Hydra. And that would mean I failed in my mission to protect you and may lose my memories again."
"So why do you keep... stopping when we..." You couldn't say it. It was too embarrassing.
"Because I don't want to bring you pain, sadness. I don't want you to feel even more used by me. Or misused I guess."
"If we were to... I wouldn't feel misused by you. As you said, I am a very sexual person and I... my body wants you."
He looked a bit sad at that and quickly responded. "It would be taking advantage. I've taking far too many liberties already." He drained his wine again.
His demeanour shifted and he pointed at the s'mores ingredients. They say on the bench untouched as you had both roasted 3 hot dogs and ate them until you felt quite full. "I know you like dessert. How about we make s'mores?"
You smiled broadly. "No, you are wrong I love dessert." You got up and pulled your blanket off your shoulders. You went and grabbed the massive chocolate bar and the full bag of marshmallows. You then returned to your seat. You both had your long sticks from when you jammed them into the hotdog and roasted them over the flame.
"You're missing a few things to make your s'mores." He said while pointing at the graham crackers, unopened on the bench.
"Oh so I am!' you said in feigned surprise. "Perhaps you would be ever so kind and bring them over to me, soldier?"
He smirked and stood up, grabbing his own stick in the process. He quickly grabbed the graham crackers and brought them over to you.
You slid your cushion over just a few inches and patted the bench next to you.
He sat, as far away from you as he could. He opened the crackers and placed them between you on the bench. You opened the chocolate bar and broke off a large piece. You then broke them into smaller pieces and placed those on top of the cookie box. A fragment chipped off one of the perfect squares. A little triangular piece. You picked it up off the bar wrapper and raised it to his lips. He didn't open them, so you playfully pushed it inside his mouth with force. He smiled a bit and chewed. You then opened the marshmallows and offered him the open bag. He took two and put them on his stick.
You did the same, except you took 3 for insurance and then you placed the bag down. You both raised your sticks over the flames. He was carefully rotating his stick and toasting the marshmallows beautifully brown and even. You were... less patient. You kept daring your marshmallows to catch on fire by placing them too close to the flame. He would notice and pull your stick up just in the nick of time. After the 4th time, he grabbed the stick from your hand and passed you his. He sounded a bit annoyed and said "I'll roast, you assemble"
You smiled a grateful smile at him and grabbed a large cracker. You placed a large square of chocolate down on it and rested the two marshmallows across it, still impaled by the stick. You balanced the stick in between your thighs and placed another piece of chocolate on another graham cracker and quickly smooshed it on the other side. You forcibly held it all together and pulled the stick out of the middle. The chocolate was melting and started to run a bit out of the bottom. You lifted the s'more up and you ducked your mouth underneath it to catch the drops.
You looked over and he was smirking at you. However, the other three marshmallows were still safely slow roasting on his stick. You were hoping to distract him a bit since he was so smug about being an excellent marshmallow roaster.
You took your free hand and picked up the box of crackers with the chocolate balanced on top and moved it to the other side of you. You then slid cushion and all right up next to him so that your thigh pressed up against his. You lifted the s'more to his mouth, holding it so he could take a bite. You tried to keep yourself looking innocent, as if it was totally normal to share one's s'more in this way. He had to open his mouth wide to take a bite. But he did, and crunched through all of it. The marshmallow was a bit stringy and some landed on his chin. He chewed awkwardly and you leaned in close and gently flicked the errant marshmallow onto your tongue with your finger. You then took a big bite yourself. It was divine, the double chocolate quite soft in the middle but still firm on the outside nearest the cracker. The crumbly graham cracker was satisfying with the intense sweetness of the roasted marshmallow. He really had done a good job. He took his metal arm and grabbed your wrist a bit roughly. He was done chewing and he had raised your hand with the s'more in front of his lips. His tongue licked melted chocolate that had slid into your palm. It felt so warm and wet and enticing. He then turned your hand down to do the same with the tops of your fingers, sucking softly. You fed him another bite of the s'more and finished the rest yourself. The other marshmallows were perfectly brown and he made another s'more. He ate this one himself, offering you a bite but you declined. "I have eaten so much I may not be able to sleep. I will be rolling around on that mattress like a pig in mud trying to get comfortable."
"I hated when I could see you were restless at night. You would throw your leg over that round pillow on your bed and clutch it, staring out the window at the moon. Sometimes I wondered if you could see me because it felt like you were looking right at me."
You were a bit speechless at this. But eventually responded, "You would have done well to come over and comfort me then. I slept better with my ex when he spooned me. Felt nice to have someone next to me, I guess."
"I think a man dressed all in black with weapons all over his body and a rifle slung on his shoulder wouldn't be a comforting sight in the dark."
You smiled a bit "Perhaps not. But if I had seen what was underneath all that I am sure I would have taken the opportunity to feel you close to me."
He kissed you then. Rough and intense. "You are a shameless flirt. I used to be as well." He said, playfully. Your hands were sticky but you ran them through his hair anyways, needing to feel him. He had wrapped his metal arm around you and you were pressed up against him, half turned on the bench. He had his other hand on your chin, holding you still as he drove his tongue into your mouth, licking your own tongue. You pressed yours into his mouth in return and you swung a leg over his thigh, a bit desperate to be closer to him. He slid his arm down and under you and easily lifted you fully on his lap. You dropped the blanket and pulled it over the bench. You started to unzip your sweater but he stopped you.
"Not out here you will get too cold" He lifted you, like the hero on the cover of one of your romances. Arm under your knees and back, holding you with care. He walked slowly to the cottage and you played with his long hair with your arm that was around his neck.
He used his toe to push the door open, the oil lamp still burning brightly on the workstation from earlier.
Your breath caught in your throat.
In the middle of the room stood Director Fury. "Well, don't you two look cozy."
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The Barnes (1)
Summary: Bucky Barnes is just a young country boy, with little dreams other than taking care of his family's farm. But his dreams changed when he met the most beautiful girl in town. (Cowboy! AU)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Series: The Barners.
Note: Finally, the first chapter arrived. This series was inspired by my one-shot The Barners, which I highly recommend you read before starting the series. Thank you all for your support, and leave it in the comments your feedback. Good reading!
"Daddy, can you tell me how you and mommy met?" Little Mary Jane asks her father as he puts her to bed, along with the stuffed animals she uses to cuddle at night.
Bucky smiles at her request. He knew that day would come, as it had for Grant a few years ago: the day to tell his kid about the origins of the Barnes family. It's funny to realize that all of his past have become a bedtime story for his children, but he loves to tell it nevertheless.
"Alright pumpkin, I'll tell you how daddy met mommy. But first, you have to be all tucked in." He answers her, covering her body with her fluffy pink blanket until her head.
"Don't forget Mr. Quack, daddy! He'll get cold! " Mary says worried, reminding him of her favorite plush duck that she got as a gift from Aunt Becky.
"Of course I won't, sweetheart." Bucky takes the stuffed animal from the end of the bed and puts it next to his daughter, so she can hug it. He sits down beside her, and starts telling the story, loving how her little eyes are attentive to hear it.
She looks just like her mother.
"As you already know, mommy and daddy met each other in high school, when we were just teenagers. But there's a lot more inside this story..."
Twelve years ago.
"James Buchanan Barnes, give back my diary now!" Rebecca squeals from the top of the house's stairs, and everyone in the farm, including the animals outside, hear her scream.
Bucky laughs at his sister as he runs across the living room to the kitchen, knowing she doesn't stand a chance of catching him. Pestering Becky early in the morning was one of the best activities of his day, since he knows himself. Maybe it's childish of him, but he just can't resist.
"James, give back your sister's diary." Luckily for Becky, the house matriarch always has the last word, and Bucky instantly obeys his mother and stops running.
"Yes ma." he says conceding, but making no move to go to his sister. "After she gets here."
Winifred rolls her eyes, but there's no way she can reprimand her son with a platter of pie she just pulled out of the oven in her hands, so she decides to let it go.
Bucky approaches his mother from behind and kisses her cheek as a way of saying:"I know I'm being a child, but I love you". He sits at the dinner table, already abducted by the smell of fresh milk and hot cinnamon apple pie.
Rebecca arrives a few seconds later in the kitchen, out of breath from running the entire way, and yanks the diary out of Bucky's grasp, hitting him over the head with it. "Ouch Becky!" Bucky exclaims, putting a hand to his head.
"You're a git." She said bravely to him, but her tone soon changed as she greeted her mother. "Good morning ma. Sorry for the scream, it's just your son makes me beyond mad."
"Yeah? Then why you got so desperate over a diary, dear sis? You have nothin' to hide, do ya?" Bucky teases her. If looks could kill, he'd already be seven feet below the ground with the look he got from his sister.
"Stop, you two." Winifred ends the discussion, and kisses each one's forehead. "Now eat breakfast, and quickly: you're short of time."
Upon hearing this, the two looked at the kitchen wall clock and get shocked after seeing they only have thirty minutes to get to school. They quickly start devouring the hot pie, and gulp down the freshly milk on the table.
Hurriedly saying goodbye to their mother, the two grab their backpacks and leave the house, running towards the family's blue Jeep. Bucky recently got his driver's license, so now he goes to school by car and takes his sister with him.
Starting the vehicle, Bucky begins driving through the tree-lined streets of Columbia, his family's farm far away. Becky turns on the car radio and puts it on the country station, the kind of music they both like to listen to. She even forgets how angry she was with her brother, and enjoys the trip to school.
"Are you going out with the girls after school?" Bucky asks her, wanting to know what time they'll have to go home. He might pick on Becky, but he would never leave his sister behind.
"No, we're leaving at normal time today. I'll be just studying a bit with Peggy and _____ at the library, but that's it." Bucky's heart races at the sound of your name.
"_____? Oh, okay then... And how is she?" Bucky tries not to look like he's terribly interested, but he fails his disguise, making his sister laugh.
She knows about his crush on you since she introduced you to him in the middle of freshman year. Bucky wasn't someone unknown, he has his fame in school, but for some reason that was never enough for him to have the courage to talk to you. So it's funny for Becky to see her brother all flushed and nervous just because your name was mentioned.
"She's fine Bucky. And you're a goofy." She says, but before he can protest, the two arrive in the school's parking lot.
After getting out of the car and into school, Bucky is separated from his sister, and with no time to reach the locker and put his backpack inside, he runs to the classroom so as not to miss the first half of History class. Fortunately, the professor hasn't closed the door, so he sits down on his usual desk and calmly breathe.
"Right on time, Bolt." The playful voice of his friend Sam echoes in his ear, and he can hear some muffled giggles from other his friend, Steve. But again he can't protest as the teacher walks into the room and starts class. Maybe later.
Three hours of class later, and the three friends finally leave the classroom towards the hallway full of students. Bucky goes to his locker, which is next to Steve's, and puts his heaviest books inside.
"So Bucky, when will be the next rodeo?" Steve asks his friend, while the three walk to the cafeteria.
"I think in two weeks. Will you watch me there?" Bucky asks, excited to learn that he would have the presence of his friends in another rodeo. Bucky has been training since last year to compete as a bull rider now, and just thinking about standing on top of a heavy, angry buffalo makes him feel like the bravest man in the world.
He's scared to death as well, but he prefers not to remember that part.
"Of course we'll be there, champ." Steve says, giving Bucky a friendly slap on the back.
"Yeah, yeah, but I can't promise I won't laugh in case you fall off that thing." Sam mocks, but receives a scolding look from Steve for saying something that could Bucky nervous. "I'm just kidding, man. You'll fall eventually, but you'll be the one that lasts the longest at the top, I'm sure of it." Sam also slaps Bucky on the back, and the brunette feels confident with the support of his friends.
"Hey guys!" The sweet, gentle voice that has invaded many of Bucky's dreams echoes, and he feels his heart pound like a drum.
"Hey _____, hey girls. How you're doing?" Sam and Steve turn in the direction of the voice and greet the girls right behind them. Bucky is the only one who takes a few more seconds before turning, trying not to look more nervous than he already is.
But it's impossible with you smiling like that in front of him. How can a simple gesture make his legs so weak?
He needs to get a hold on himself.
Okay, he's been staring at you for more seconds than he should.
Say something Bucky!
"H-hi _____." He finally manages to get the words out, and smiles like a goofball in love, affected by your presence.
"Hi Bucky." You say his name. And not just his name, but his nickname. You must like him, right?
He has no idea, but he could hear you saying his name all day.
"We're here as well Bucky." Becky's playful voice disturbs his daydream, and he comes back to his senses, realizing he hasn't talked to her, nor Peggy.
"Sorry, hello ladies. Do you wanna have lunch with us?" He asks boldly, since he wasn't looking directly at you. Maybe that way he can ask you out for once.
But Peggy says you're already going to lunch with other girls, much to Bucky's dismay. You part ways, and all he can do is stare as you walk away from him down the hall.
"Dude, you're almost drooling." Sam says in disgust, and Bucky immediately stops what he's doing to wipe his mouth.
"Leave him alone Sam, he's in love." Steve defends him, a proud smile on his face. Seeing Bucky interested in a girl like this is really rare, so he's enjoying every moment he can to watch his friend getting all silly.
"I'm sorry guys. It's just... She's out of my league." Bucky confesses sincerely.
"I know man, _____'s really a cool girl. But I think she already has a boyfriend." Sam announces, causing Bucky to stop walking. And breathing.
"It's just a guess, but I saw she and John walking around the square yesterday. It looked like they were on a date."
Bucky could only be in a nightmare. John Walker? Seriously? Is the most obnoxious, cocky guy in school trying to win over the girl he likes?
"This must be a joke." Bucky replies, completely baffled, but Sam just shakes his head to confirm that he indeed saw it. And that made Bucky's blood boil inside.
Maybe Bucky isn't the perfect guy for you, but he's pretty sure John Walker isn't either. In fact, John Walker's perfect only for himself.
And for the rest of the day, Bucky has it in his head. How could such a bastard manage to make a being as pure as you go out with him? Maybe he blackmailed you, which wouldn't be a surprise. But if that was the case, you would have already said you were in trouble.
Which leads to Bucky's second option: you're being fooled by him. John is the darling of the city, and because he's the mayor's son, he managed to win everyone's heart with his "good guy" performance — or his money. But Bucky's one of the few who knows the real scoundrel that John is, especially as the two compete against each other in the same modality in rodeos.
Either way, Bucky won't let you fall into his clutches. The plan to win you over that he was scheming for some time will have to start now. And the first step is to get help from the most trusted source he can get.
His lovely sister.
After waiting a few minutes inside the car, Rebecca finally enters the vehicle. She soon wonders why Bucky hasn't started driving yet.
"Is everything okay?" she asks, noticing how her brother's nibbling his lower lip like he's about to take a quick Math test.
Bucky takes a deep breath. He can do it, it's just his sister. "Becky, so, I kinda need your help. Before you say something, it's nothing bad or dangerous. I actually need help with.... A girl."
A smirk forms on Becky's face, who already understands perfectly well who he's referring to.
"That's new. What do you need help with? You never had a hard time with girls."
"_____'s different." He responds immediately. "And, I also might be having some competition, so I need any help I can get." He looks at his sister. "Becky, what do you know about _____ and John's relationship?"
"What John? Walker?" Bucky nods. "I don't know. I mean, not that she told me. She just told me that he walked her home yesterday, but they didn't do anything else."
"So she's not interested in him?" Bucky questions, wanting to be sure before his hopes rise.
"She's not in love with the guy, but _____ isn't blind. She liked the kind way he's been treating her, and well, John is very handsome, which makes things very good for him." She answers him, and Bucky wants to punch that playboy blonde in the face.
"So you need to help, Becky." He pleads her, looking directly into her eyes to show how honest his feelings are. "I like _____, a lot, and I don't want her to be hurt by someone like John."
"And what guarantees that she won't be hurt by someone like you?" Becky questions.
"Because you know me, sis. I would never, ever do anything that could break her heart, that's what our ma always taught me. She's special to me, Becky. I just want a chance to prove that."
Bucky waits tensely while his sister seems to analyze him. She looks at him for a few seconds, serious, not saying anything. And then, she replies:
"You have my support." Bucky could kiss his sister's feet if she wanted. "There's no other boy in the world that I would trust my best friend's happiness on. But you have to promise me you won't do anything stupid. And I also want you to... set me up with Sam." She says the last one lower, making Bucky's eyebrows rise in surprise. "I'll explain that part later." She extends her hand to him. "Deal?"
Bucky takes his sister's hand, and squeezes it willingly, with a bright smile on his face. "Deal."
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Favorite Crime ~ Prologue
A/N: A short intro to a Bucky fic that ran into my head today. Unbeta’d so apologies in advance!
Warnings: descriptions of fear, death, guns, blood, overall retelling of the last battle of End Game, spoilers ahead.
It seemed like the impact of the snap had reverberated across the entire battlefield. I could smell nothing but blood, smoke, and gunfire; a memory of a life I had lived before. An eerie nausea seeped deep in my stomach as I watched the alien lifeforms around us fade into the air as if they never even existed in the first place. My mind was running a million miles a minute as I finally had the chance to stop and think about what the wizard, this Dr. Strange, had told us before portaling us onto the battlefield. He said it had been five years but it only felt like a blink of an eye since the last time I had seen Steve in Wakanda.
I can still recall every moment of that day. Steve returned and told us Thanos was coming to Wakanda to end the fight once and for all. I knew fairy tales couldn’t last forever but I still wished for another second of bliss with her. before everything would come crashing down.
I remembered this feeling rushing over me. To this day I still don’t feel like I can properly put it into words what it felt like. The only feeling that had come close was the time I fell off the train back in the 40’s. And the look I saw on Steve’s face as I descended further and further down the seemingly endless mountain.
I remembered the silence most of all. Looking around at the luscious forests that I had called home for years now. The birds had long flown away, as they do when they sense incoming danger. But it seemed as if the entire Wakandan ecosystem had just...disappeared. I scanned the battlefield as far as I could see. Looking for a glimpse of her. She had been my rock since I started my deprogramming in Wakanda. She was the only person I came in contact with that never looked at me with pity or sadness. Everyone had walked around eggshells around me for as long as I can remember before she came around.
Given my track record, I was weary of trusting anyone at first. Especially her and Sam. But Steve had told me how they helped track me down and how he trusted the both of them with his life; a statement I knew he didn’t throw around easily. I remember thinking how young she was, no older than 25, but had seemingly crashed every glass ceiling she came in contact with. She was stubborn as all hell but it was that fire in her that I loved so much.
She was everything I didn’t know I needed.
I still remember the prickling sensation running down my spine as I couldn’t spot her blonde hair on the battlefield. All the hairs rose on the back of my neck. We had been all but inseparable these past two years but I had quickly lost track of her during the fight. I hadn’t even worried about her, I knew she could handle herself in the most dangerous moments life had to offer but I still felt my stomach churn as I called her name only to hear nothing but the shaking of leaves answer back. If only I had stayed by her side...
I knew immediately something wasn’t right. I could feel it deep in my soul. My heart raced and I suddenly felt a rush of fear; a feeling of pure dread spread over me as I walked closer to the man who was like a brother to me,“Steve?”
I remember falling into the soil but the impact never came. And just like that...there was nothing. I was alone like I had been for so many years before. But I could still hear her laugh, see her smile, and feel the way her skin felt as it pressed up against mine in our most vulnerable moments.
It wasn’t long after that I was opening my eyes again, on that very same field in Wakanda except this time, Steve was nowhere in sight. I heard Sam call for me over the comms and soon after was when Dr. Strange showed up in his glowing portal out of nowhere, “Thanos won. It’s been five years. We have to go now. The Avengers need us.” He spoke quickly and efficiently as if he wasn’t giving the most mind blowing information I had ever heard.
He waved his hands in the air, opening up a portal out of thin air, something I had previously only thought possible in Lovecraft novels but life continued to surprise me.
I could spot Steve right away, he was beaten and battered, but nothing I knew he hadn’t felt before except this time he held not only his broken shield, but also a hammer. I stepped through the portal, cocking my gun in the process and coming face to face with the mangled aliens I felt like I had only just defeated a few minutes ago.
“Avengers…” Steve lifted the hammer and entered a fight stance as more and more of our people came out across the field via the glowing portals. It looked like Strange had just as many friends with magic powers as we did. Again, I took a quick cast around the line up, looking for a sign of her. But still, even after five years, I couldn’t find her.
“Assemble!” I snapped myself back into reality and faced the challenge that was in front of me. I knew I would find her after the fight. I’d kiss her no matter how bloody and sweaty she was and I’d finally tell her what had been on my mind for weeks (years?) now.
But sometimes life doesn’t go as we plan and I should know that better than anyone.
The aliens fell to my bullets as easily as every enemy before them had. It seemed that with all of us working together, we could never be stopped, not even by the Mad Titan himself.
It wasn’t until long after the fight, when I finally got to catch up with Steve, he had told me that the official consensus was she had disappeared along with half of the planet on that day five years ago. I had spent hours looking for her on that battlefield after the fight. I couldn’t even fathom the thought of her coming back after five years only for her to die in this fight. But I had never found her. And that truly was the beginning of the end for me.
It’s been 42 days since all of life and living things have returned to planet Earth. And every night, I look up at the stars and pray to whoever is up there and listening, to bring her back to me.
Thoughts? Like or dislike, I’d love to hear the feedback! I still don’t have a name for the OFC so if you have any recommendations, send them my way.
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I made a video about Bucky drunkenly confessing his love to Sam and then a different video about Sam being sent on what is essentially a suicide mission and Bucky begging him not to leave. And for no reason other than I like to torture myself, I decided that they are in the same story. Now I’m going to go write a fic.
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