#Bucky Branes

[yuulina-vre]

Fear - Chapter four

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst, panic attacks

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The rain rattles against the window. Fast, strong, and loud, driven by strong gusts of wind. A few branches of the big tree in front of the window bang against it now and then, creating a horror soundtrack for the sleep-driven mind.

I open my eyes, feeling somewhat unfocused for a moment. I rub my eyes tiredly, feeling like I’ve only been asleep for an hour, though I can’t really remember when I even fell asleep. Everything from leaving Wanda to now is a bit fuzzy. Thankfully I’m alive and not in a hospital or crashed somewhere on the street.

I rub my eyes a few times, nuzzling back into my pillow. I try to remember what I did after getting home. I know my energy level was near to empty, so I probably had just enough strength to lock the door and get up the stairs. I can’t remember if I even turned the lights on. From the heap of clothing on the floor, I know that I must have undressed at least. A quick glance under the blanket reveals me in practically nothing but my panties and a pretty short and revealing tank top. So, I got in my sleep shirt, at least. Huh.

Though I doubt that I took a shower. My hair’s dry, and with such low batteries, I probably wouldn’t have been able to stay any longer than necessary.

I practically fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow. That much is clear.

Sleep-drunk, I turn around again, this time to look at my other side, searching for a body that should be lying there, warming my back, snuggling, and pulling me into a warm embrace. Protect me from raging storms outside and nightmares inside.

But Bucky’s not there.

The bedside me is as cold as if he had left it hours ago. I rack my brain to try and remember if he even had been in bed when I crawled in. If he had been home at all. But I come up empty. If he’s on night shift, he won't be home till at least eight in the morning.

A sigh leaves me that sounds more defeated than I feel. Just a few more hours, and I can make up with Bucky. Apologize and coddle him. Maybe even with a nice breakfast?

I snuggle up into my blanket and pull Bucky’s sleeping shirt up to my nose, inhaling the familiar and calming scent. It smells intensely of him, of his aftershave, a bit earthy but pleasant, as if he had worn it just a few minutes ago. It’s so incredibly calming. I slowly fall back into a light slumber, thinking of the morning when I will see him again. Of his eyes, his smile, and the tight hug I’ll wrap him in.

But then I get an oppressive feeling. Something feels off. Different. It’s weird. I can't really point out what it is, but it makes me feel uneasy, haunted. As a child, I would imagine red eyes behind my window, creepy figures under my bed, or a monster in my closet. Now I know that all these things aren’t real and for the eyes, no one can look into the windows on the first floor.

My dream from hours ago pops back into my mind, and panic grips me again. Is someone in the house? A burglar? A killer?

Instantly my eyes are wide open, staring into the darkness of the bedroom without seeing much. All the sleepiness and tiredness I felt seconds ago is blown away. My senses are sharpened instantly.

The smell in our room is somehow different than usual. However, I can’t really pinpoint what exactly smells different. Otherwise, nothing’s moved, there’s no noise in the house, and even the stupid neighbor's cat meows her little soul out of her body, like every night, even despite the rain and harsh wind.

Everything’s the same. The fact that everything seems to be as it should doesn’t reassure me at all. Instead, all these little facts increase my panic and fear. There’s nothing unusual in this room, and yet I know something is wrong, like someone’s watching me. Should I go check it out? No, you're crazy. Just because you can't hear anything doesn't mean there's nothing here. Go and hide! Or call Buck.

I look around, contemplating where to hide. Under the bed and in our walk-in closet are pretty obvious hides. In every novel and horror movie are theses the hiding places victims go for. So, I look further around. A chest of drawers, a mirror, bedside tables, lamps, the small couch at the foot of the bed, bathroom.

Where should I go now?

At lightning speed, I reach for my smartphone, which has been charging on my nightstand, grab my robe from the foot of the bed, and run to the bathroom door. I rip it open, rush in, press it close again, and quickly run the lock. I look around in a panic. What's next?

I know that such a small thin door won’t hold possible intruders off for very long. If someone wants to get in, they will. One way or another.

My eyes flicker around, but even in this room aren’t as many hiding options. I could squeeze beside the toilet and the wall, try to empty the towel cupboard and squeeze in there or sit down in the bathtub. I decide to take the bathtub, even though it's not better than hiding in a closet. I pull the dark blue shower curtain close to protect myself from possible glances, risking that I can’t see anyone incoming as well.

Just then, I manage to take in a somewhat steady breath. I begin to tremble because suddenly, despite the warm summer temperatures, I am freezing cold. Restless, I look in the direction the door is in.

“It's okay, Y/N. No one's getting through. You locked the door. I guess your fantasy is playing games with you, and you're scared for no reason. And now you’re talking to yourself, great.” Trying to talk courage to myself… doesn't work.

It never has for me. I usually need someone else to hold me, talk to me, and calm me down. And usually, this someone is Bucky or my brother.

This feeling I have now, though, is not entirely new. I’m just not used to it anymore, haven’t felt it in a long time. I always was good at feeling when something is different around me. When people are oppressed and don’t want to show it to anyone. If someone lies, it’s even easier. I usually know it instinctively, but I never say anything. I have learned that sometimes it's better not to dive into things or talk about them. I can feel changes in the atmosphere of rooms, which doesn’t necessarily mean I know what’s wrong. I just know something is wrong, just like now.

My gaze wanders through the room again, slower this time. No weapons are recognizable except for Bucky’s razor or my hairbrush. The display of my phone flashes briefly. A text from my service provider. Bucky smiles at me from my lock screen, and a big wave of longing overcomes me. Suddenly it hits me.

Bucky!

I quickly enter the pin to unlock my phone, redoing it two times because of my shaking fingers, but finally, I manage, and a picture of Bucky and myself flashes in front of me. It’s from the day he proposed. I was so happy. Steve had made the picture and sent it to me later on. Bucky has me tightly wrapped in his arms; my feet are lifted off the ground as he swings me around. Or faces showing all the happiness in the world.

I quickly click on the icon for my address book, then find Bucky among my favorites, and without hesitation, I click on it. I don’t think about it, don’t think about the possibility that I might be overreacting and disturbing him. My brain is frozen in panic, and all that might be of help is him. I can feel my chest hurting with my fast breathing, which makes my mind panic a bit more. I curl into myself, trying to make myself as small as I can as it rings and rings. The robe is thrown on my lap, a weak attempt to keep my bare legs warm against the cold bathtub. The call rings and rings, but then, finally, his voice.

“Y/N, sweetheart. Hi.” Bucky sounds surprised, and I don’t blame him. After a week of radio silence, and now suddenly, I’m calling him in the middle of the night with heavy breathing, I probably would be surprised too. “Why are you awake? Though you would be sleeping by now.” He stops speaking as if waiting for an answer, but all I can do is listen to the silence while I still try to calm myself down enough to even breathe normally. “Um… Listen, doll. It’s bad timing right now. Can we talk when I get ho-”

“Bucky!” It bursts out of me, sounding more breathless than I would like but still loud enough that I wince. My eyes fly to the bathroom door, despite the curtain blocking my view. “C-come home. Please,” I whimper, and I know it sounds pathetic. “S-something’s wrong. I’m scared. Please!” Suddenly his voice becomes deadly serious, and he falls into a professional attitude that he rarely shows to me. “What’s going on? Are you all right?”

“N-no.” I feel the tears finally welling up, and I sniffle. My throat blocked with unshed tears. “S-somethings off.”

“Is someone in the house?”

“Yes. N-no. I-I don’t know, Bucky.” A sob breaks loose, and I quickly try to stifle it by shoving my free hand to my mouth to cover it. “P-please come home.” I sob aloud again, feeling the tears run down my cheeks. There was a brief silence. Then his voice sounds again. “Okay, sweetheart. Try to calm down for me, yeah? I’ll leave right away. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Are you somewhere safe?” I start nodding until I remember that he can’t actually see it, so I stutter out a short reply. “B-bathroom.”

“Okay, that’s great. I want you to stay there and be as silent as you can. I’ll be there in a few and get you. Okay?” Silence, then he asks again. “Okay, doll?”

“Y-yeah, okay.”

“Good… I love you. Everything will be all right. I promise.” And then silence; not even his breathing can be heard, just the steady beeping of a dead line. He hung up. I take a few seconds to try and breathe, to stop the tears flowing while my fear has a tight grip on my throat, squeezing it shut with each inhale I try to take. And then the guilt slams in. What am I doing? What if I just imagined this? What if he comes home for nothing?

My thoughts wander back and forth, unable to decide between ifs and buts. It adds to my panic. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears, feel my throat squeeze shut. In a last attempt to calm down, I wrap my robe around me. It aids as a calming blanket and keeps me as warm as a flimsy thin fabric can. But even that only manages to comfort for a minute or two before the spiraling starts anew.

I can feel the full-blown panic attack. Shivers run through my body, leaving me cold and sweaty. My breathing is so fast and erratic that it almost feels like I'm not breathing at all. My grip is tight on my phone, so it might break.

Blood rushes through my ears, so loud I’m not really able to hear anything past it. In general, all my senses seem to be subdued to the barest minimum. Since the lights are shut off as well, I can’t really see much anymore. And every sound that might be in the bathroom is strangely distorted and echoey.

Doubt spreads, even though I had never been wrong with my assumptions, at least not gravelly. Surely there are occasional situations in which I am not on point. Scared when I think someone is around, and it turns out it’s just a stray cat or a raccoon in our trashcan. After all, I'm not a psychic, and no one is infallible. Nevertheless, I am right more often than not. Oh, how I hope that this time is no different.

I can't tell how long I've been sitting there, squeezed as small as I can be, clinging to my phone and robe. My eyes are squeezed shut, so tight that I can already see stars dancing. My chest hurts, rising with quick, harsh breaths that don’t provide enough air. My head is fuzzy, and I feel dizzy and nauseous. A whimper leaves me as I hear something. A sound, almost like a banging.

More banging, like doors that are pushed open with such a force that they hit the walls. The thump of something falling over. Heavy footsteps in the house. Something pounding and rattling breath sounds nearby. The dripping tap seems unnaturally noisy in the otherwise silent room, and in the window, I imagen seeing eyes. Red, dark, and evil, lingering for me to be inattentive just to strike then.

My skin tingles with tension, and it feels like hundreds of small ants are walking over it. I shudder, burying my face deeper into my knees, bending more forward. It gives me more security, though it makes it harder for me to breathe than it already is. Somewhere in my mind, I recognize that I might pass out if I don’t calm down anytime soon.

I try to concentrate on my surroundings, try to find four things I can feel. My skin, my phone, the robe, the bathtub.

Three things to smell. “Candle. Bucky’s shaving cream. S-soap.” I start whispering, hoping that my own voice might calm me, though it’s nothing more than a breathless sound in the air.

Two things to hear. “Thunder. F-footsteps.” With wide eyes, I realize that I don’t just imagine them. They are really here. Someone is really walking through our house! A panicked sound escapes me; my eyes transfixed on the spot of the curtain I know the door is behind.

The handle of the door turns. I can hear it rattling, and the slight squeak Bucky still hasn’t fixed. Scared, I hold my breath, not able to look away, though it quickly throws me into a coughing fit that I try to stifle. My chest hurts as if someone squeezes it so tightly that I can't properly inhale.

It turns once again. Absolutely frightened, I let a squeak slip, instantly slapping a hand over my mouth to silence myself. Someone knocks on the door, with more and more force.

Then, boom. Boom.

I flinch violently, hitting my head against the tiled wall but don’t dare even to make pained noise. My nerves can't take it anymore. I watch the handle turn again, and I don't know what comes over me, but suddenly hysterics overwhelm me, and I start screaming while hiding in my own legs again. “Go away! Leave me alone… Please.” The last word is nothing more than a frightened whisper. Tears stream down my cheeks, my own crying ricocheting from the walls, sounding louder than they should be to my oversensitive ears. I throw my phone somewhere to my feet to cover my ears, shutting out any kind of noise. I slowly rock back and forth.

“Doll! Y/N! Open the door. It’s me. It’s Bucky! I brought Sam.”

“No. No! Go away. Leave me alone!” I cry out, shaking my head, hoping to drown out the false voice. “Y/N, please. Listen to my voice.” I shake my head. I don’t want to listen. I want them to go away, to leave me alone. I want Bucky.

“You called me fifteen minutes ago. You said there’s something off. Remember? I came as fast as I could.” A hand slaps softly but urgently against the door. Pleadingly. “Please let me in.”

I kinda do recognize the voice. It’s so familiar, so comforting. “B-bucky?” I whimper his name, it’s no more than a silent breath, but he still hears it. “Yes, doll. Can- Can you open the door for me, baby?”

Nothing keeps me in the tub, then. I scramble up and shove the curtain away, almost stumbling over my robe as I practically jump out of the bathtub. The rug slides a bit on the floor, sending me stumbling to the door. I crash into it but ignore the pain in my right shoulder. My hands tremble so badly as I try to grab the key. It slips out of my hand for a second, falling to the floor and slithering a few inches away from me.

Whimper after whimper leaves me as I pick it back up and fiddle with the lock until, finally, the heavenly sound of the door unlocking sounds. I throw the door open and instantly fall into the open arms that await me, not even checking if it’s actually Bucky. The warm embrace is comforting, though, and the smell that instantly hits my nose lets me know that the man is who he said.

I start wailing like a frightened animal. I sob and cling to him, bury my face in his chest and my nails into his shirt as his arms come around me, surrounding me with a feeling of calmness and safety. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. You’re safe.” He speaks softly to me, lips brushing against my hair and ear, hands drawing patterns on my back.

Slowly he guides us back to the bad, step for step. I barely feel him sitting down and pulling me on his lap. My senses are filled with the comforting smell and familiar touch of him. Just him.

Just my Bucky.

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[gay-jewish-bucky]

Do you think Bucky would go meet kids who recently lost a limb?

He totally does!!! All the kids are really excited to meet him and look up to him as a hero!

At first he is hesitant, doesn't think he's worthy or that any of the kids would want to meet him, but he goes anyway and quickly becomes a favourite guest at the pediatric hospital.

#marvel #mcu #bucky #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #amputee bucky barnes

[moved-mainblog]

OC Updated

Here they are. Say hello to my new babies

Face Claims:

Noah Schnapp -> Henry Theodore "Theo" Waters

Finn Wolfhard -> Jacob "Jake" Elliot Dernier

Joe Keery -> Steven James Hill

Charlie Heaton -> Adam Christopher "Chris" Waters

Maya Hawke -> Carly Isabelle Mills

Natalia Dyer -> Thalia Grace Haylen

Fun Facts:

Theo and Chris are brothers. Their the great grandsons of James Montgomery Falsworth one of the howling commando, who fought alongside Steve Rogers and Bucky Branes.

Jake is the great grandson of Jacques Dernier, who was also part of the howling commando. He was named after him.

Steve is a attampted clone of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. He was created in secret by a corrupt SHIELD scientist and his team. He is the result of an attempt to recreate the DNA of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, which they wanted to use to create an army of Super Soldiers. He was named after Steve and Bucky by the scientist just like the other attempts who didn't survived. When SHIELD found out about this experiment they ended this immediately by shutting down the lab and imprisoned those responsible. They took Steven to the SHIELD HQ, where he was eventually adopted by Maria Hill. Because the scientist didn't used the real DNA of Steve and Bucky but one that was created by himself he's not an exact clone of both of them and doesn't really shares the same DNA as them. He was about 10 when he was adopted by Maria. Later he became a trainee for SHIELD before he joined the young Howling Commando to keep an eye on the other kids.

Chris and Steve are best friends. Through Steve him and his brother Theo joined the team too.

Thalia and Carly are also best friends and classmates of Steve and Chris. They joined the team after Chris and his brother and were invited by Steve and Chris.

To be continued...

Side Info: The idea of Steve being a clone is from zimnyayavdova. At first I planed to make him just some guy who happened to be part of the team and who was a trainee from SHIELD. But then she pointed out that he kinda looks like the clone of Steve and Bucky and that he could have been adopted by Maria Hill so I just adopted this idea and added some extra infos. Which is pretty good because so I could name him Steve too just like the character the actor played in Stranger Things. When I was looking for names, I couldn't see him with any other name than Steve. But then again I didn't wanted him to be a complete clone of them so I came up with the idea that a crazy scientist wanted to clone Steve and Bucky but didn't had their complete DNA so he tried to creat it by himself and therefore changed the DNA. That's why despite being a clone of them he doesn't completley shares the same DNA but only a part of it. So basically, if a DNA test were done, there would be some matches like it would be with close relatives like an uncle etc.

@zimnyayavdova There you go. I hope you're happy now because I am.

#information #mun #young howlies #howling commando 2.0 #i cant believe i really did this #but i did

[wikiangela-fanfics]

Fictober22 - 17. Are you serious?

Fandom: marvel

Relationship: Bucky & Jessica; Sam/Bucky; Sam & Jessica; Jessica/Erik

Summary: Sam and Bucky hang out with Jessica and Erik.

Ao3

Words: 957

Note: I had this idea since more or less my first Jessica&Bucky fic, but I never got around to write it, so I chose this prompt to finally do it haha (and it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to anyway lol)

This is a part of my mcu defenders series, and it takes place before the last two fics about them, this is Jess and Sam's first meeting 🤷

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Sam and Bucky walked into the bar holding hands – lately Bucky got really comfortable with that, and he just liked to be able to do that. And Sam kind of loved it, too. Everyone knew they were dating, anyway, it’s not like they were hiding it. 

The room was dimly lit, and a bit noisy, like you could expect from a bar, but still there were fewer people than Sam would’ve expected on a Saturday evening. They looked around, and Bucky apparently spotted his new friend pretty quickly, as he pulled Sam in the direction of a booth far in the back, where two figures were seated. One of them was Jessica Jones, who Sam had not had the pleasure to meet yet, but since Bucky met her, they’d started hanging out from time to time, and were becoming friends. Jessica was sitting next to a man, who Sam assumed was her boyfriend. As far as he knew, Bucky hadn’t met him either. They’re already drinking when Sam and Bucky approach.

“Hey.” Bucky slid into the booth opposite them, still holding Sam’s hand. Sam smiled slightly at that. “Sam, this is Jessica Jones. Jess, Captain America.” Bucky grinned, and Sam rolled his eyes, sitting down next to him.

“I’m Sam. Nice to meet you.” he smiled at the woman.

“You too. I’ve heard a lot about you.” she said, then looked at Bucky with amusement. “Bucky talks about you a lot.”

“No, I don’t.” Bucky said defensively, and Sam already knew it was true. Then Bucky smirked and added: “Besides, you talk about your guy a lot, too.”

“Oh, you do?” the man next to Jessica turned to her with a smug smile. “That’s good to know.”

“Oh, shut up, Branes.” Jessica rolled her eyes, and then clearly must’ve kicked Bucky under the table, since he said ‘ow’ and kicked her back. “This is Erik, by the way.” she added, almost off-handedly.

Once the pleasantries were out of the way, they settled into a quite comfortable conversation. Bucky talked much more than he usually did in front of other people, and Sam loved seeing him like this, so at ease, clearly enjoying the company. Jessica had a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and Bucky matched her perfectly in a banter that ensued, and it was very amusing. They seemed to really get each other. Erik seemed perfectly nice, too, very laid-back and also sarcastic, and quite charming, actually.

All in all, it was a nice evening, with lots of talking and getting to know each other, and drinking. Sam didn’t drink much, not wanting to be the only one completely wasted, as he couldn’t keep up with two enhanced people, but he was also surprised to see Erik matching Jessica. 

And then, something happened. Someone walked past their table towards the bathroom, and Erik winced and groaned, grabbing his head. Sam and Bucky had no idea what was happening, immediately alarmed, but Jessica calmly asked:

“How bad?”

“Like a 5.” he pulled out some pills out of his pocket and swallowed a few down with his whiskey.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, confused.

“Erik-” Jessica started with a sigh, then looked at him for confirmation that she could continue. “Erik has this power. He detects evil people.”

“Are you serious?” Bucky’s eyes widened. Sam was surprised, too, because he’d never even think a power like this could exist. “How does that even work?”

“He gets headaches around bad people. The worse the headache, the worse the person.” Jessica explained, looking at her boyfriend with concern. She caught his eye and he nodded, as if reassuring her he was okay.

“That’s- uh, that must be useful?” Bucky then said unsurely, not knowing what to say. Jess snickered.

“That must be tough to live with.” Sam said empathetically. 

“Yep.” Erik downed the rest of the drink in his glass. 

“So, did it just start to hurt?” Bucky asked quietly, and Sam immediately knew what was going through his head. He reached for Bucky’s hand under the table.

“I think so? It always hurts even a little when I’m around people, but I’m also always heavily medicated.” he smiled weakly, the pain visibly subduing a bit.

“Hm.” Bucky hummed.

“Baby, don’t go there.” Sam spoke up. “We’ve been sitting here for almost an hour. You’re fine.”

“Oh, no, don’t worry, Bucky.” Erik hurried, probably knowing well who Bucky was and who he used to be, as everyone knew. “You’re good. I get nothing from you.”

“You’re sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“See?” Sam put his arm around Bucky, bringing him closer. Of course he’d known that, because as much as Bucky still felt guilty, he wasn’t consciously aware of anything he was doing as the Soldier, but Sam figured having this little reassurance from, well, a human evil-detector could be good for him, too.

Suddenly, Jessica raised her glass.

“Here’s to the never-ending guilt.” she said dryly, looking at Bucky with understanding. Bucky smiled at her. Sam was really glad they found each other, and had a connection. He needed that, he needed a friend, someone who could relate and understand what he went through. 

“You wanna go catch a bad guy with us?” Erik asked, as he saw the guy leave the bathroom, and he winced at the pain once more. Jessica looked pleasantly surprised at the suggestion, as if he didn’t usually want to chase the bad guys, which, with the pain, Sam could kinda understand.

“Always.” Sam smiled, as the four of them got up.

He had a feeling he’d never really be bored with this group of friends he was making so far. It seemed that the move to New York was indeed a good idea.

#fictober22 #fictober2022 #fictober #marvel fic #sambucky fic #bucky and jessica #bucky barnes fic #jessica jones fic #bucky barnes #jessica jones #fictober prompts #frienship #developing friendships #conversations #wikiangela writes #my writing #sam wilson #sambucky #sambucky fanfic #sam wilson fanfiction #jessica and erik #erik gelden

[slutdreams]

BEING JEVROUS DAUGHTER AND DATING BUCKY BRANES

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A/N: Voldemort didn't happen so everybody's alive and euphmia and fleamont too frigga is alive too Your birth is of 2000 as familly I mean all of them merlin is with dorcas and lily with mary sam is wolfstars son. I am thinking of making this a oneshot series so you can send any request you have on this idea.

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[buckysdolls]

Caught Out

One Shot- Bucky x Reader

Summary- You and Bucky secretly started dating after expressing your feelings for one another after the 5 year blip. Sam unaware tries to show off and impress you before realising the truth.

Warnings- Little bit of Fluffy Bucky/ Undressing/Swearing

Bucky and Sam looked on at you getting up from the floor, wiping away a gleam of sweat as you demonstrated some moves. They both nodded their heads tilting them to the side as they admired your figure. Sam totally unaware of yours and Bucky’s relationship was staring too intently for Bucky’s liking causing him to slap Sam’s chest.

“Dude what the fuck?” Sam mumbled trying not to startle you as he rubbed his chest where Bucky’s metal arm had hit.

“Stop staring at her like that”

“What?! She’s nice to look at.”

“Well don’t!”

“But you were!” Sam confused at Bucky’s sudden angsty demeanour.

You’d been given the task of training some new recruits that would be available in case of emergencies. After the tragic loss of Nat, Tony and Cap going back in time to live, Sam and Bucky had taken on lead roles at the compound, which was now your home, alongside Rhodey. You knew Bucky and Sam were watching you from the side as you took the occasional glances. You decided to mess with them both, bending over you stretched down then slowly made your way back up lifting your arms up in the air. You then turned around and bent over in front of them, your cleavage showing. They both grew wide eyes as the continued to admire you. Knowing they were watching, you quickly looked up before standing up straight and placing your hand on your hips, raising you eyebrows questioning as to why they were staring at you. Sam startled by the realisation you’d caught them out gave you two thumbs up with a massive grin on his face before coughing and swiping Bucky to the ground. You watched Bucky’s face drop from a smirk to shock as his body met the ground.

“Really pal?” Bucky questioned laying flat on his back.

“What?! She was looking this way. Had to make myself look good” Sam spoke high pitched and puffing out his chest trying to justify his actions. Sam held out his hand to help Bucky up, taking full advantage of this Bucky extended his metal arm to stand up. As he stood up Bucky raised Sam above his head and flung him over his shoulder, pummelling him to the floor. Bucky smirked as Sam squinted his eyes giving Bucky the evils.

“What? She was looking” Bucky mocked Sam trying to hold in his laughter.

“Touché” Sam croaked clearly winded. You walked over to the boys and extending your arm out to Sam.

“You boys done showing off?” Sam took your offer and rubbed the back off his head still shooting evils at Bucky.

“How are they doing?” Bucky motioned his head to the recruits. You looked over your shoulder observing the recruits practicing.

“We’re getting there.”

You and Bucky quickly glanced at each other him exchanging a smirk as you bit your lip. Hiding your relationship had become increasingly hard, times like this Bucky just wanted to take you right there and then. Also, he didn’t appreciate you playing with him, especially with Sam around. Sam turned back to look at you and Bucky after quickly glancing at the new recruits.

“We’ll I’ll leave you to get on Y/N… you coming Bucky?”

Bucky nodded, you watched Sam begin walking away then felt Bucky squeeze your ass before watching him walk away. You shook your head wondering how you were ever to cope with those two.

Later in the evening you and Bucky had set up blankets and pillows in the living room of the compound ready to watch you a film, you did this once a week as you knew Sam and Rhodey went out every Friday night for a drink.

“Sweet or salty?” Bucky asked about flavour of popcorn.

“Sweet. Can you get the ice-cream too?” Bucky flung the tub of ice cream watching you catch it.

“Spoon?” Bucky also threw you a spoon.

“Happy?” Bucky asked as he set the bowl of popcorn on the glass coffee table next to the sofa. He settled himself down next to you letting you snuggle into his side.

“You know it wasn’t nice what you did earlier?” Bucky declared as he surprised you by pulling you onto his laps, letting his hand rest on your lower back.

“Calm down Bucky, it was only a little bit of teasing. You know I find Sam mildly annoying.” You replied moving your hands up Bucky’s shirt, your hands settling on his chest.

“He enjoyed it too much”

You kissed Bucky to distract him from his thoughts pushing yourself against him. Your skin tingled at Bucky’s delicate and cold fingers dancing from the bottom of your back and up to the hem of your crop top.

“You know you’re mine right” Bucky mumbled into the kiss as it got rougher.

“Always” You replied pulling away from this kiss. He usually smirked at you, but this was a smile. A smile as if to tell you how grateful and lucky he felt to have you. His metal fingers brushed your hair from your face to behind your ear as it got messy in the kiss.

You and Bucky had only met a few months before the 5-year blip in Wakanda as Steve made you retreat there after getting into some trouble that would only go away if you disappeared. Steve had mentioned Bucky before, but he’d never said how his 100-year-old best friend was the hottest thing on the planet. You only had small amount of time with Bucky, trying to earn his trust, which he appreciated as you didn’t judge him for his past, before he had been taken away from you by Thanos. Those 5 years were hard… but you fought harder with the other Avengers to bring everyone back.

Bucky continued to look in you eyes admiring how stunning you were only making him smile bigger.

“What are you smiling at?” You leaned back as you wrapped your arms around his neck absolutely smitten.

“You. I never thanked you”

“For what?”

“Making an effort with me. Not judging me on my mistakes.”

You smiled sympathetically “We all make mistakes. It’s how fix them that matters”

Bucky slowly left kisses up your arm before kissing and tugging at your neck. His hands found themselves back at your top, lifting it over your head and kissing your chest.

“Holy shit”. You pulled away from each other instantly recognising Sam’s voice.

“Shit!” Bucky mumbled, frantically trying to place a blanket around you to conceal your body from Sam. You smiled slightly watching Bucky cover you up trying to be sweet.

“What are you doing back?” Bucky asked nervously as he gripped on to the blanket that hugged you.

“Well,” Sam sighed blinking trying to comprehend what was in front of him.”

“My jacket” Sam gulped before cautiously grabbing it off the chair, taking another wide eyed glance at you both.

“How long?” He asked waggling his finger back and forth between you both expressing dramatic disappointment.

“A few months…” You spoke up trying not to laugh finding Sam’s reaction hilarious.

Sam smacked his lips, nodding his head slowly… “Well played. Well played”

You watched as Sam left and Bucky swung his head back on the edge of the sofa with a huge sigh.

“Where were we?” You giggled lifting Bucky’s vest over him placing kisses on his chest making him moan, clearly enjoying your touch.

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[gardeniakade]

all of fatws is just bucky doing something risky, sam saying it’s a bad idea and then helping anyway.

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[electricflames]

t y p i c a l.

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[witchychanel]

Bucky Barnes

SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think that Bucky would be very affectionate, I think that he would be more physically affectionate rather than talk. 

He likes to have his hand on your leg gently touching it. I think that Bucky would write you notes telling you how much he loves you. 

I think just like Dean Winchester that he would show you affection rather than tell you, like I said earlier. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think the friendship would start with you helping him get accustomed to the new life without Hydra. I think that you guys would talk about a lot of things, I think that you would help him cook, show him your favorite things. 

I think that he would be hilarious and very sassy. I think that he would tell you to look beautiful if you were going out. 

I think he would listen to everything that you had to say. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Bucky is scared to cuddle, he’s afraid that he may squeeze to tight and hurt you. But he does love them. 

He loves to feel you close all the time. I think that he would like to lay his head on your lap. I also think that he would love to have you lay on his chest wrapped up in his arms, kissing your head and telling you that he loves you. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Bucky does want to settle down and he never thought he could until he met you. It takes a while before he asked you to move in but he has wanted to for a while. 

Bucky for sure does all the heavy lifting as we saw in TFATWS...I can’t see Bucky being a good cook. But I can definitely see him trying to become a good cook for you. If he isn’t able to cook, then most definitely he is going to help you clean. He would actually do the most cleaning if he’s there with you. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Just like Steve I do not believe that Bucky is the cheating type. I think that he would break up with someone to protect them. Not just to protect them from himself but to protect them from any trying to get the former winter soldier. 

Yeah he may not be the Winter Soldier anymore but he doesn’t want you to be trapped with his demons. So he’ll let you go to be more happy. Which you tell him that he is being ridiculous. You tell him that there is not way you can be happy unless it’s with him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Just like Steve...Bucky also thought that he was never going to settle down. Until he met you. It takes a few years for Bucky to really be sure and to pop the question. He has a hard time trusting people so he wanted to make sure that you are the one for him, and you’re not scared of him. 

I think that you guys would be engaged for a year to make the wedding perfect. Both Steve and Sam are the best men.  Tony is actually happy for Bucky and pays for everything. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bucky is very scared to hurt you. So he is very gentle. He gives you a bit of an attitude sometimes. But he never yells at you much like Steve. He loves to rub your arm with his thumb. He likes to place his hand in the middle of your back while you walk.  He loves to hold your hand while either him or you drives. He loves to have his hand on your thigh and just creases it gently.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bucky is very cautious when it comes to hugs. He tends to hug you with his none vibranium arm until he fully trusts himself. Once you tell that you aren’t scared of him and make him give you a big bear hug he loves to fit you in your arms no matter what size you are. 

Bucky loves hugs, but he mainly hugs you in the mornings and when he has a nightmare. They are so soft and gentle, he is like a cuddly bear. You tend to stroke his hair while helping come down from a nightmare. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say ‘I love you’...You of course say it before him, and he says it maybe a month or two afterwards. He just doesn’t want to tell you and have you leave for someone else; someone he thinks is better than him.

Bucky tends to think everyone is better person than him. So he is always wondering why you are with him; after the things he has done as the tws.  

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Considering all of the horrible things he has done as the Winter Soldier. He of course gets jealous. He gets jealous of Steve, Sam, Tony, Thor, Nat, Loki,  Rhodey, Wanda, Yelena and absolutely anyone that can make you smile and laugh. Like I said he is scared that you will leave him.

He tends to sit and give anyone a death stare, almost telling them to calm down. He gets very quiet and starts to think a million reasons why you would be better off without him. You usually can tell when he has these thoughts.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The kisses that you two share are always very passionate. Never ever dull. Never just a quick peck. Always gentle..unless you both are doing the freaky deaky...sorry I love Negan

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

It takes him a while to get comfortable around kids and to trust himself around people in general. But he loves kids. He loves that kids like his arm and are not affirmed of it. 

He lets them hang off it. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Bucky gets up early to run with Sam and Steve. But he usually tries to get back before you can wake up. He likes to bring you your favorite breakfast items and give you flowers. 

Bucky would want you to eat breakfast in bed. I can definitely see you both feeding each other.

I can see things getting freaky deaky

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

They are very relaxing. Very quiet. Just sit down and talk about the day you both had. Sometimes you guys talk about the things that Bucky may have said during therapy, if he had it that day. 

I can definitely see dancing and just having a really good time.  Sometimes there's freaky deaky things

There is definitely cuddling involved at night. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think it would take him a while to fully trust you. But I think he would want you to know what he did as the winter soldier.

After he tells you and you’re still with him, he definitely went home crying tears of joy. He definitely starts to talk about his past, his friends, and anything. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bucky is very patient. Well he has to be especially having to get along with Sam. James can be very sassy, I can definitely see him having some kind of attitude. I think he tends to lock himself in his office to calm down.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I feel like Bucky wouldn’t remember everything. I think that he would forget some things, but It really wouldn’t matter because it would be small things. 

I think he would remember your favorites foods, flowers, candy, shows, snacks and anything else. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I believe his favorite moment in the relationship would be when you told him that you love him. 

I think the second moment is when he finally said I love you to you

The third would be when he first asked you out because the date was amazing and got to know a lot about you. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Considering that Bucky was the winter soldier, he is very protective. He wants to keep you safe, he’s seen the absolute horrors that humans can cause. He knows that there are other things in this world that aren’t human and he wants to protect you.

If he spot some danger, he would grab your hand and run to make sure. He wouldn’t just tell you to run, in case you run into danger on the way to safety. 

I think you may defend him more verbally. If someone called him a murder, you would tell that person or persons that he’s a wonderful man. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I think that he would put lots of effort into dates and anniversaries. I think he would get help from other Avengers on what to do or what to give you. Buck would give you flowers everyday. He would try to give you snacks all the time. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Barnes would definitely shut you out if he has a lot on his mind. If you both had an argument, i think that he would cave first but he definitely and try to make it up to you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is somewhat concerned with how he looks. Especially when it comes to his arm. He hates having long hair. Hyda never let him have his hair short. So when he was finally free and out of Wakanda he cut it short. He also likes it short because it feels more nice. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah. He is so used to talking to you...he’s so used to your smile. So used to your laughter and your voice. He would feel incomplete without you. He would rather have you leave him voice memos than text messages. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Believe it or not Bucky loves to dance. You both tend to dance in the refrigerator light. He loves to put on music and just slow dance with you. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t think Bucky would date you if you didn’t get along with his friends. I also don’t think he would date you if you were cruel to people just like Steve. 

Bucky doesn’t like loud noises, he doesn’t like orders but he does like a plan. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Bucky tends to stay up late with his thoughts. So you stay up with him. You both talk about things. He likes to have a hot shower before going to bed, and he wants you to join him. He likes to brush your hair and braid it. You both tend to give each other messages before going to bed...which leads to what…??

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My ask box is open if you guys have any recommendations on who to write.

I'm sorry I kept saying freaky deaky...idk why Negan was in my mind tbh

I definitely have a Negan headcanon waiting to be finished.

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[yuulina-vre]

Fear - Chapter one

Summary: Y/N lives the life she always dreamed about. a job she loves, a fiancé that does everything for her, and a house she dreamed of. There are hiccups on the way, but Y/N's still pretty satisfied with where she stands in life. Though a word can be powerful, especially if it's said to the wrong person. Y/N would never have thought that she ever gets to experience how bad it can turn out. For her and the loved ones around her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: none, maybe some sexy time :)

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

The night is clear, no fog is hanging on the ground, and no clouds can be seen in the starry night sky. The headlights illuminate the trees and the street, creating shadows and figures that would scare you if you could look at them for a longer period. The window is rolled down slightly, letting the cool air whizz past and into the cabin of the car. It’s pleasantly cooling down the interior. The heat of the day slowly vanishes from the inside, the thickness of hot air slowly thinning with the fresh smell of dew. Though the fresh air tries to lighten up the inside, it still feels like there has never been any breathable air inside. Breathing feels still difficult as if trying to inhale while wearing a mask or being all snotty from a cold. The air smells like a strange mix of fresh dew in the forest around and dust from the dryness of the passing day. The sun had been its hottest in days, drying out fields and forests, increasing the unfortunate chance of fires. Rain hasn’t been around for a week now.

The still-warm temperature in the car is perfect to make someone a little tired and drowsy, the steady rumbling of the engine and soothing vibrations of the car rolling down the asphalted street just adding to it. The wind tousles my hair, ruining what’s left of my ponytail, but the suffocating feeling doesn’t vanish, nor does the tiredness that’s starting to get more and more pronounced. My eyes feel heavy, and even blinking doesn’t do any good anymore. Sighing deeply, my eyes catch the fuel gauge. Still half-filled, so a stop anytime soon isn’t necessary; never mind that the next gas station doesn’t come for miles anyway. But it would have given me the perfect opportunity to rest for a little while, maybe stretch my limbs and go for a short walk around the parking lot. If there even is one.

My eyes switch back to the dark road. Somewhere far in front of me, I can see two deer crossing the street, though they’re long gone when I pass the spot. Other than the two animals, there’s nothing to be seen except the stars. I have to admit that I have never been able to see them as clearly as here, somewhere in nowhere and far away from the light of the cities. They are the prettiest sight in a while. My fingers and toes itch to pull the car aside to a stop and just stare up at them for a while. Instantly my mind comes up with a picture of a smiling Bucky.No doubt he would point out any constellation he knew, telling me their stories and tales, so mesmerized by the stars that he wouldn’t notice me staring at him instead. He would have this glint in his eyes, this excitement that makes it difficult to look away. And even though I only understand half of what he talks about, I would be glued to his lips as they form the words, intrigued by him and his knowledge. I don’t know how it happened, but Bucky always manages to draw me in and make his interests interesting for me, too.

A yawn slips past my smiling lips, and I quickly cover it with a hand, making sure to rub the tears that formed from my eyes too. “I have to take a break before I crash.”

Quickly assessing the empty road, I pull away and to the side, stopping on the dirt next to the road. For a second, I close my eyes, engine still running, hands still on the steering wheel as if I was driving. I take a deep breath, feel the air fill my lungs, and leave it while exhaling. After opening my eyes again, I cast a quick look into the review mirror to throw a glance at the backseat. Billy is still asleep, and a glance to my right confirms that Tommy is asleep, too. Typical for them.

A smile slowly forms on my lips again. They had fallen asleep before we hardly even left the hotel parking lot.

A frown slips back on my face as I study Tommy’s sleeping face. They’re just here because I invited them because a certain someone couldn’t join. Or wouldn’t.

I asked them if they wanted to accompany me. Originally, I had to travel because of a client, so it was more of a work trip for me, but I wanted to hang a few days of vacation to it. Also, the hotel room was a four-person room. Somehow, my secretary had made a mistake in the booking.My guess is she either didn’t really look into it or took the first room that was offered on whatever website she booked my trip. Texting her boyfriend was probably more important around that time.

Well, the twins were hyped anyway, immediately all in, as the hotel was located by a nearby beach. It helped that the two had just graduated and wanted to take a trip to celebrate anyway. So, the trip was more like a present to them now, since they didn’t have to pay for anything. Also, someone had an eye on them and make sure they don’t get in trouble. It probably was the only reason why my best friend even allowed it in the first place.

Sadly, the days had gone by way too fast, and all fun had to end. Between my appointments and exhaustion, the boys managed to get me out of my room to actually have some sort of sightseeing and vacation. If not for them, I probably wouldn’t have seen anything despite the hotel room and my patient’s hospital room. So, maybe it wasn’t only me that had an eye on them.

With another tired sigh, I cut the engine, and I take my seat belt off to get out of the car. I wince as the light flickers on the moment I open the door. The damn beeping indicates that it’s open, so as fast as I can, I get out and close the door, still careful to be as silent as possible.God knows the boys need their sleep. With another glance at the two, I sigh, relieved to find them still fast asleep. Leaning against the driver’s side, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling the stiffness of my limbs after sitting in one position for far too long.

The air really feels incredibly good outside of the car. The coolness hits my warm skin, making me shiver slightly. Another deep breath fills my nostrils with the fresh smell of dew in the morning, after a brief spring rain.

For a moment, I stay as I am, take deep breaths, and stare at the stars above. I recognize one or two constellations Bucky taught me about before, though their tales won’t come to my mind. The longer I stare into the abyss of darkness and the universe, I feel my body slowly sagging, my eyes growing heavy with tiredness that settles somewhere deep in my bones and mind.

How long have I been on my feet? Thirteen, maybe fourteen hours?

Briefly rubbing my left eye with my hand, I cast a look down at my watch. Half past twelve. It’s exactly fifteen hours. “Huh.” A small breathless laugh leaves my lips. Of course, I had just driven for 9 hours straight. Bucky would scold me if he knew. Safety was always important to him, mine even more so than his.

I sigh loudly, looking back up at the stars as my thoughts wander. Senses as sharp as ever. There’s the sound of a soft breeze rustling bushes a few feet away, some birds still chirp in the distance, and crickets perform their nightly songs to lure each other in. The smell intensifies. Dew and earth fill every pore of my being, giving me the comfort, I didn’t know I needed. A comfort I craved from someone else. Again, my thoughts stop at my fiancé. How nice it will be to finally see him again. I didn't know a week could be so beautiful, yet make you miss someone so badly. Even with the boys around, I felt a strange sense of loneliness.

Bucky was supposed to come with me. We had a long discussion before I asked the boys. At first, he agreed and was really looking forward to it. A week away from home, work, and responsibilities, but then... Then his stupid work got in the way. Again. An occurrence that happens more and more often now. But this time, I had enough.

"Doll, I'm sorry. I really wish I could go with you, but this is important. I have to do this! Can you understand that?" He looks at me, apologizing. His blue eyes swim with guilt and regret, pleading for me to understand and forgive. But I’m just stunned.

“So, your fucking job is more important to you? You were supposed to be on vacation, James. A vacation, you postpone three fucking times already! Thank you very much. I didn't know that I was just a millstone around your neck," I seethe at him, giving him a furious look. The best I could give him. In reality, I’m not even that angry. I’m disappointed, which feels way worse. Bucky flinches slightly. He’s not used to me shouting. Usually, I’m a calm presence in every fight, barely raising my voice, but today is different. Weeks of frustration break out of me, and I’m not really feeling up to holding back now. Not today. He raises his hands in surrender as I throw another article of clothing into my suitcase, not bothering to fold it nicely. "Y/N, I didn't-"

“What?” I turn around, head hot with anger and hurt. “You didn’t say that?! Yeah, well, congratulations, because you don’t have to say anything! You show it in plenty of other ways. Do you even know how many times this has happened now? And I don’t only mean postponing vacations but doing stuff together in general?” I stare at him as he furrows his brows, no doubt raking his brain for possible dates. “It sucks! I was really looking forward to it this time. I really believed you. Again! But you seem just not to care!"

"Sweetheart, I-" I don’t let him finish again. Angry, frustrated, and disappointed, I waved my hands back and forth.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! Don't even try to talk yourself out of it with one of your stupid excuses. If you don’t care, you could have at least tried to say no. But did you?"

Bucky sighs. "No, I didn't." He dropped his shoulders in defeat. Somehow, it hurts even more. I feel a pain in my chest that feels like someone’s stabbing me. Tears start to blur my sight, and I quickly blink them away. "Then that's settled." Annoyed, I close my suitcase and drag it out of our bedroom to the stairs and down to the living room. I leave it standing by the door and turn around again, heading back upstairs. Bucky’s still standing in our bedroom, brows furrowed with a sad look in his eyes. I’m almost tempted to comfort him, but this time, I won’t.

Instead, I walk back to our walk-in closet and pull out two outfits that I will need for my appointments, and put them in bags. Then I throw my jacket on and walk back down. I hear him follow me, and by the time I grab the handle of my suitcase, he’s standing behind me. I’ll turn around to say goodbye, but instead, I find myself startled. I don't recognize him at all. His hair is disheveled, probably from running his hand a thousand times through it, his eyes seem dull, and his complexion is haunted by something I can’t name. Instead of showing my surprise, I swallow past the lump in my throat and reach for my house and car keys. "Y/N, please, let's just...” I stop for a second, a great wave of sadness overwhelming me, so the next words that slip past my lips are silent. “You know, maybe getting married and all is a mistake.” I don’t look back at him. Instead, I open the front door and step out of the house and letting the door slam behind me. The second I sit in my car, pulling out of our driveway, I grab my phone and dial my best friend's number, Not even looking into the mirror to see if Bucky followed me as tears blur my vision.

I didn't give him a chance to explain, apologize or do anything else. I can remember the look on his face when I left the house without really looking at him. The pain was written in it, the fear. I hurt him very badly, and I feel guilty that I didn’t care at that moment. He’s the man I love, the one I want to marry. I should have cared, should have tried harder to understand him. I know his job is everything to him, though not more important to him than I am. Never. Even accusing him of that feels like betrayal now. “I should have said that. I wonder if he's pissed off,” I mutter silently into the night sky. My body feels tired with yet another sort of sadness. “Y/N? Are you alright?" A small, high-pitched scream leaves my lips, my hand shooting up to cover my beating heart. Unbeknownst to me, Tommy got out of the car and now looks at me. I haven't noticed the interior light of the car flickering on, nor the door open. How far away have I been?

“Yes, everything is fine. I just needed some fresh air," I say, wiping a few hairs from my face, which the shallow wind pulled there. “But we can continue now." I made efforts to open the driver's side door, trying to convince him with a smile. But Thomas isn’t stupid. Like a bolt of lightning, he flashes around the hood and places his hand on the door handle. Confused, I stare at him. "What are you doing?"

“You are tired… and sad." He adds the last part after a small pause, mustering me intensely. “I am not."

“Yes, you are. You're yawning for the second time. And that just after I got out of the car." And really, I catch myself yawning. Another thing I haven’t noticed. I raise my hand to cover my mouth as best as I can. Suddenly I feel something cold, and damp sliding down my cheeks. When did I start to cry?

“Will you tell me what’s going on? Why are you crying?" These boys really quickly recognize how you are doing. A trait that they definitely have inherited from both their parents. Though, I’m not going to drop my problems on their shoulders.

“No. I-I don't know why I'm crying. Probably the wind." I manage a small laugh, embarrassment flooding my mind.

“Okay.” He stretches the word, and I know he doesn’t believe me. Thankfully he’s smart enough to drop the topic. “Well... Anyway, please sit in the passenger seat. I'm driving."

"Hell, no! That’s out of the question!" I look at him in horror. “Your Mom is strangling me if she finds out."

“No, she doesn’t. Mom's just too careful. I'm already eighteen, and I've had my license for a year. It's going to be okay. It's only an hour or so left, right?" I had to agree with him. Wanda is a very caring person. She had had her sons at the age of nineteen and was then tragically separated from her boyfriend when the children were born. Accidents happen at all times, but him dying at the same time his children were born was just cruel. Of course, from then on, she was always cautious. Sometimes it feels like I’m a child of hers, too, even though I’m only three years younger than her.

I let out a defeated sigh, my chin sinks to my chest, and my eyes close. “Fine.” I relent, too tired to argue with his logic. I know he’s right, and if I continue driving, I’m probably crashing not even a hundred feet ahead of us. Yawning yet again, I round the hood to the passenger seat, sit down, and buckle up, before silently closing the door. The sound still ricochets through the car, startling me more than I like to admit. Meanwhile, Tommy gets into the driver's seat, starts the car, and pulls over onto the road. It probably doesn't take more than five minutes for me to fall asleep.

#Bucky Branes #Bucky x Reader #Reader insert #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Female Reader #yuulina writes #Fear

[syven-siren]

Cool For The Summer

Summary: Bucky still can’t figure out how the reader was able to do this but he’s sure glad it happened. (Bucky Barnes x GenderNeutral!Reader)

The Avengers Masterlist

He thought you were joking when you said you were heading out in search of a swimming pool. He didn’t understand why you wouldn’t just go by the tower. Tony has the perfect pool installed there. When you ignored his first reasonable option, he then attempted to convince you there was no place you’d fit the pool, especially now that you both had moved into a small Brooklyn apartment. But here he stands, dumbfounded, as you lounge, feet kicked up on the inflatable rim and water sloshing out, on your building’s roof in a much too small pool.

“How did you even get the water to the roof for this?”

“Can’t you just let some things remain a mystery, Buck?” You quip, tipping your beer bottle towards your lips, “Are you gonna join me or not?”

Not one to turn down an offer to spend more time with you, he goes to change and grab a few more beers. Faster than you imagined, he was back sporting a pair of navy blue trunks that showed off his toned legs.

“Now how are we gonna work this, doll?”

By the time you are finished rearranging your bodies, Bucky is seated in the pool with you tucked into his side and your head on his chest. There’s little room left and about half the original amount of water.

“I still don’t know how you did this but I'm glad it happened,” He chuckles out, clinking his bottle with yours. If this is how you can spend the rest of the summer then maybe the heat isn't so bad.

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[moonvis]

One Last Battle - teaser (Bucky x reader)

NOTE: I CHANGED THE TITLE FROM “CHERISHED” TO “ONE LAST BATTLE”!!!

Summary: Six months after the events of endgame, after finally reuniting, Y/n and Bucky are ready to fully let go of all the battles they fought in the past. Just as they think the future holds a bright life for them, one last battle has to be fought. A battle for life itself, which leads Y/n to take action in preparing Bucky for the worst. With Bucky’s fears and Y/n’s future plan for him, will their relatinoship even last until the last battle is over? 

Warnings: angst, hospitals, heartbreak, fluff. 

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CHAPTER 1

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EXCERPT (from One Last Battle chptr. 1):

There’s this moment when everything changes. One look back, and there was the moment before. The moment Y/n was simply thinking about whether she’s hoping for a boy or a girl, and tiny fingers and toes, and then… suddenly, the real news arrives, and all happy expectations Bucky and Y/n shared are turned upside down. The world has turned upside down. Their future has turned upside down. Everything changes. [...]  

[...] The doctor smiled politely and leant forward. “Uhm, Y/n, I have some difficult news.”

Slowly, as the doctor spoke, Bucky and Y/n’s smiles slowly weakened. “The blood test shows that you are not pregnant.”

“Oh… are you sure?” Y/n was a little taken back and blinked her eyes, with Bucky just staring at the doctor, not sure if he heard her correctly.  

“Yes, I’m sure.” The doctor nodded her head and folded her arms, wanting the couple to understand the news she brought. 

“Oh, okay.”

Bucky tightened the grip he had on Y/n’s hand with a surprised sigh leaving his lips. Only a few days ago, Y/n had mentally prepared him to be a dad, that it was going to be amazing. He had doubts – thinking about his past, the monster, he used to be. And now, here he was, going straight back to that thought. He didn’t deserve to be a father, there’s no way he’s ever going to get a kid with the love of his life… Bucky finally snapped out of his hurtful thoughts when Y/n turned her eyes to him. 

“I guess that’s okay.” Y/n sighed, feeling a hint of disappointment but relief at the same time. “I-I mean, the whole thing was a surprise after all.”

“Yeah.” Bucky followed behind, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “We, uhm, weren’t really ready-”

“Right.”

Bucky kept a straight posture as Y/n started to shake her head for a moment, looking at the doctor like a question mark. The news was ok, but still, something seemed to be wrong, because she relly did feel something in her stomach. [...]

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Note: This is a new series I’m working on and will finish if anyone’s intersted. Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist of this series <3

I’ve been hesistant to post this, a bit nervous? So I hope you like it! I’ll delete it and pretend like nothing if it flops tho

JOIN THIS SERIES TAGLIST? JUST LET ME KNOW <3

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[supercapfeels]

We’ve known each other for like 6 days, we bonded over my captain America purse and then this happened today, this is true friendship right here people

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[statierogers]

A Grumpy Christmas Bucky - Bucky Barnes

Title: A grumpy Christmas Bucky

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like Christmas. At least he thinks so.

Words: 1’389

Warnings: None. Maybe some terrible cheesiness.

Genere: Fluffy

A/N: I love Christmas. So I felt like writing a cheesy Christmas Imagine with Bucky Barnes.

- Katie xx

My Masterlist

(Y/N) - your first name

(Y/H/C) - your hair color

Your name: submit What is this?

°°°

Bucky sat on the couch and read his book. Or at least he was trying to, but Steve's, Sam's and (Y/N) 's loud singing kept on interrupting him mid-sentence. They were belting out some version of a Christmas tune while decorating the massive tree in the living room. Tony had it delivered to the base specifically for (Y/N). She was ridiculously obsessed with Christmas.

He watched her as she grabbed another box of ornaments. Bucky thought he saw the words Avengers written on it. He couldn't believe his eyes and leaned forward on his seat. But there she was pulling out a mini version of Captain America. She held it up in front of Steve's face. Bucky hadn't seen him look this happy in years.

 "Is that me?" he asked her and grabbed it.

(Y/N) nodded happily. And Bucky had to stop himself from grinning. He still couldn't believe that this was his girlfriend. To other people, she may look a bit crazy. It's like Christmas threw up on her. She wore a red skirt, a crazy Christmas sweater with the most horrible pun, and a Santa hat on top of her head. To him, this weird girl was the most beautiful human he'd ever seen.

"There is also one of you, James," (Y/N) said while hanging up the Iron Man Ornament.

Bucky just shook his head. He just didn't understand the fuss about Christmas. He never had. Even back in the day, when his sisters used to get way too excited. For him, it never mattered if they had the perfect tree or huge presents. But here, things were different. Since the first November, every Avenger was talking about it. Wanda and Vision were trying to make the perfect dinner, Sam put his time into making "the perfect Christmas dinner" playlist, and Steve and (Y/N) were fussing about trees and ornaments for days. He didn't understand how everyone was so excited. It was just Christmas. Another holiday where shops made way too much profit.

Without a word, he lifted the book back up, hiding his face. Mainly because of the look on (Y/N)'s face. She looked so excited, so happy, and if he kept on seeing that, his heart would explode. She just made him feel so warm inside. Not just him, she was that kind of woman that everyone liked. Smart, kind and fun. The Avengers adored her, Tony especially. He would do everything for the young woman. He had a strong suspicion that (Y/N) and Peter were his favourites. And the worst thing was, (Y/N) knew Tony had a soft spot for her. She only had to ask for the enormous tree, and a few days later, it stood in their living room.

"Don't mind him. Bucky doesn't like Christmas," Steve said and stepped up the ladder to decorate the upper part of the tree.

Bucky was sure he heard (Y/N) gasp in shock. He lowered his book again and looked at Steve. His friend looked like such a dork, with his green Christmas sweater and reindeer ears. (Y/N) had put them on his head about an hour ago, and it had taken Buck about five minutes to stop laughing. Something was just funny about seeing Captain America all dressed up.  

"No, It's not Christmas that I don't like. It's all the drama around it. No one needs this huge tree and sweaters," he said and gestured down himself in a silent accusation.

He made a face as he saw the ugly sweater (Y/N) made him wear. It was bright red with a deer on it. She made everyone dress festively. Even Clint, who was currently running through the tower to find the tree-topper. (Y/N) had freaked out when she didn't find it in the ornament box. 

"How did I not know that about you?" she asked, astonished.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. 

"Never felt like mentioning it," he mumbled.

He didn't tell her because he didn't want to make her unhappy. So he held the information back. He knew she loved Christmas.

"Well, you have never spent Christmas with the Avengers. This is going to be great as one of those movies," she said happily. "Wanda and Vision are going to serve you the best dinner you ever had, which Sam is going to eat like he would take part in an eating contest. Tony is going to flirt with May, who he pressured Peter into inviting as well. Pepper is going to hate that but keeps herself busy with starring at Steve. And Clint and Tasha will be drunk by nine. But it will be great, and everyone will love it."

Steve laughed while she talked. He seemingly remembered last year. Sam had nearly dropped the Wintersoldier ornament in shock of the accusation. He mumbled something along the lines of I don't eat that much. 

Bucky shook his head because this Christmas sounded exhausting. Maybe he needed to get drunk with Tasha and Clint. 

"(Y/N) don't act like you aren't tipsy too. And then you always make that emotional speech about how much you love everyone," Sam added.

"So, just like every day?" Bucky said and smiled innocently at his girlfriend. 

Steve stifled a laugh and (Y/N) giggled slightly. God, he loved this girl so much. She spun back around to the tree.

"Oh, and Steve here made me dance with him to the Jingle Bell Rock."

Her finger pointed at him accusingly. A blush covered Steve's cheeks. Bucky was slightly jealous of the picture he formed in his head. 

"Well, their dancing was horrible. Steve ain't got moves," Sam said to Steve. 

Steve turned his wide frame with a shocked expression. Bucky was lost in thought about how he would dance with his girl and nearly didn't notice her drop down on the couch next to him. 

"I love this. Christmas is beautiful." 

Bucky didn't understand. She stared at the bickering boys and sighed happily. Nothing about this looked like a happy Christmas. It was way too noisy and messy—nothing like the movies. You could hear pots clappering in the kitchen, smell something burn and hear the faint, very wrong singing of Peter, who was wrapping a present for Tony at the kitchen table.

"I don't understand why everyone enjoys this so much," he said to her, staring at the boys. 

(Y/N) turned to him with a small smile. A soft look in her eyes.

"It's not Christmas we love; it's the people. All of us are lost souls who found each other, in a way, like a weird family. Most of us would spend a lonely Christmas if we didn't have each other," She explained and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Without thinking, he put his arm around her and couldn't help but smile down at her. It was something he did automatically. His body was used to holding her. It felt right.

"We would have each other," he pointed out and kissed her head adoringly. 

She laughed quietly. That was true. It would be Bucky and her. And it would be beautiful. But it would also be wrong not spending Christmas with these weird people. 

"Well, now we have them too," she mumbled and freed herself from his hug.

Their little moment was over, and she jumped up. He missed her touch already. He felt like he needed to hold her as much as possible.

"So don't be grumpy, James." she mentioned, "I'll dance with you too."

And then she took his book out of his hand, threw it on the couch and pulled him up. Her grin was huge. Bucky let her pull him in front of the enormous tree. 

"Friday can you turn this up?" she asked the AI and began spinning Bucky around.

Steve laughed, still standing on the ladder, and Sam started filming them. And Bucky couldn't hold back a laugh as he danced with his girl surrounded by his friends. Maybe this Christmas won't suck as much.

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[ransomflanagan]

SEBASTIAN STAN as Bucky Branes in THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021, Disney+)

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[ren-e-gade-09]

Winter Fire: Chapter 2

Winter Fire - Chapter: 02: Warmth

Pairing: Bucky Branes x pyrokinetic!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Trauma, Fire

Summary: 'I was going to watch a movie,' he gestured towards the monitor in the living room, 'maybe you and I could watch it together. We’ll watch something boring and then you can slowly drift off to sleep.'

Chapter 01: Watch Your Back

“God, I never knew!” Bucky sighed, “Now I feel like a jerk for making it about me.” Steve chuckled. He was inspecting the iPod. “So you really like her, huh,” he asked with a lopsided smirk. “There’s something different about her, something I haven’t felt since Hydra,” the dark haired man said as he looked down at his hands.

“You should ask her out,” Steve said going through the songs on the device.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Besides how do I know if she likes me?”

“I think she likes you, Buck. She doesn’t make handpicked playlists for everyone in the compound,” Steve joked, “All you have to do this use your old Brooklyn charm and that cocky smirk . It worked on that brunette at Cooney Island, maybe it’ll work on her”

“That was way back in the day, Steve. Besides that brunette was more interested in you,” Bucky said with a chuckle, making Steve laugh.

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The stateswoman was unharmed and inside the safety of her own home. There were two attempts on her life but they were averted. And now your mission was over.

As you made your way back to the tower, you couldn’t help your mind wandering back to that fateful day. Their screams echoed in your head and your heart pounded against your chest.

Once inside your room, you took a cold shower, running your hands through your hair as if trying to push the thoughts away. If only I had acted faster. If only I had been more competent. You could feel the temperature rising inside you, the cold shower powerless and futile against your body. Your heart pounded against your chest. You turned off the shower and got out.

You tossed and turned in your bed. Tired yet restless. The screams started to echo again. You decided to hit the gym. You walked down the corridor Led Zeppelin blasting in your ears, when you felt the touch of cold metal on your shoulder.

You turned around to find Bucky standing there with a bowl of popcorn. He was wearing a black short sleeved shirt that hung loosely on his body. His shoulder length dark hair was pulled back into a loose bun. His metal arm was on display in all its glory, the gold woven across the black metal glittered and glowed. He didn’t try to hide it; he didn’t have to, cause it was close to midnight and everyone else was asleep, everyone except you and him.

You took off your earphones and he smiled at you warmly as he spoke, “I heard your mission went well. Told you you’d do great.”

You returned his smile, “Yeah thanks Bucky. What’re you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said smirking at you and your heart beat quickened again, but for a different reason this time.

“I’m just going to hit the gym. Run a few laps and train for a bit,” you answered, trying to maintain your composure.

“Didn’t you just get back a few minutes ago?” concern laced his voice.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t sleep and I’m actually not that tired.”

“No.” His voice was stern and commanding and it took you by surprise.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not going to the gym. You’re going back to your room and you’re going to get some rest.”

“Bucky, what…” You started but he cut you off.

“If you don’t go back to bed, I’m going to call Steve.”

“You wouldn’t,” you let out a nervous chuckle.

“Wouldn’t I?” He said with a playful smirk. “STEE….”

Your hand quickly shot up to his lips on instinct covering his mouth, “NO. Please don’t. He’ll come down here and give me a two hour lecture and I won’t get any sleep either way.” Heat rose to your cheeks when you realized that your hands were still on his lips. His lips are so soft. You quickly moved your hand away and looked down to hide your blush, “Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

Bucky’s own face blushed furiously, he almost dropped the bowl of popcorn at your touch. “Your hands.. it’s.. they’re so warm,” he stumbled over his words and mentally kicked himself because telling someone that their hands are warm is a shitty way to flirt. You chuckled, “Yeah, it’s cause of the … powers,” you shrugged.

“Oh,” he said softly and then suddenly he remembered the conversation you were having, his voice once again stern, “Fine, I won’t call Steve but you have to get some rest. You’ve been on back to back missions for the past two weeks. You’ve barely slept and you’re clearly exhausted. You need to sleep. Please.” His voice was soft and concerned again and you looked into his eyes.

“I appreciate your concern Bucky, but I really can’t go to sleep right now,” you said. You knew for sure that if you slept tonight, you’d have those nightmares again. You shuddered at the thought of their burned bodies that often appeared in the horrors your mind created. Your face must’ve given away your thoughts.

“I understand,” he said softly. He thought for a while before he spoke again. “But I can’t let you go back to training.” He paused briefly before continuing, wondering if it was the right thing to say, “I was going to watch a movie,” he gestured towards the monitor in the living room, “maybe you and I could watch it together. We’ll watch something boring and then you can slowly drift off to sleep.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” he extended his free hand, “I need some company and you can’t say no to a 100 year old man.” No, you can’t. Not when he looks that cute. You smiled and took his hand and led you to the couch in the living room.

He picked up a DVD from the rack. ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ it read. “Sam told me these movies are good, which means they must be boring,” he said as he loaded the movie and grabbed the remote. He took his place in the corner of the couch, with his metal hand slightly touching yours.

“I don’t know about that. The Harry Potter movies are pretty good, not as good as the books, but still,” you told him as he passed you the popcorn. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he joked, pressing play.

20 minutes into the movie and it was evident that Bucky Barnes loved Harry Potter. “I’m not getting any sleepier, Barnes,” you turned to him and joked. “Just give it a few more minutes,” he said not moving his eyes away from the screen.

“You like the movie, don’t you?” You teased him.

“What! No, it’s terrible,” he looked at you, “just like I told you it would be.”

You just stared at him with a smile. He’s so cute.

“Alright, maybe it’s a little interesting,” he said as he rubbed his right arm.

“Are you cold?” you asked him, puzzled as he rubbed his flesh arm again with his metal one, trying to generate some heat. “A little,” he said as he turned his attention back to the movie, “Tony broke the thermostat experimenting with something. He hasn’t gotten it fixed yet. Didn’t you notice?”

“No, I can regulate my body temp by generating internal heat” you answered.

“Oh right, I keep forgetting that you’re pyrokinetic,” He sucked in a harsh breath and exhaled slowly, rubbing his arms again.

“Can’t handle the cold Sergeant?” you quipped and he chuckled, leaning into the leather couch for warmth.

“Let me help,” you said. “May I?” Your hand hovered above his chest and he looked at you with confusion. “Just trust me,” your voice was barely above a whisper. He nodded and you gently placed your hand on his abdomen.

Instant warmth spread where you touched his body. His muscles initially tensed at your touch but he slowly relaxed more and more the longer your hand lingered. You laid back on the couch, your head rested right next to his vibranium shoulder. His long brown hair masked his flushed cheeks. He wanted to thank you but he didn’t trust his voice to not break. He could no longer concentrate on the movie.

The nervousness overtook his body and you sensed it. “Relax. Just let the heat flow through you,” you said as your eyelids grew heavy. You saw him nod again before you closed your eyes. __

Neither of you would reveal how safe you felt next to each other the night before. Nevertheless, it was still true.

When you woke up in the morning

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The next morning you woke up a little later than usual. Your head was resting on his metal shoulder and his vibranium hand lightly rested on your thigh, your hand had moved up to his chest and was lightly clutching the fabric of his shirt. His cheeks were tinged a little red and you assumed it was because of the cold. It wasn’t.

You slowly got up from the couch, trying not to wake the sleeping Wolf. You walked back to your room slowly and got into the shower. As the cold water hit your back, you recalled that you hadn’t had any nightmares the previous night or at least you didn’t remember, but you always remember every single detail. That’s new.

You didn’t have any more missions for the next two days, so you decided to try the gym. “Hey, stranger,” Nat said as you entered the room. She was training with Wanda again. “Hey, mind if I join you guys?” you said as both Natasha and Wanda pulled you into a hug. You sparred with them for a while. You and the Widow teamed up on Wanda much to the Witch’s chagrin.

You decided to head back to your room for a quick shower before grabbing lunch. You, Wanda and Sam lived on the fifth floor together. The floor had extra fire extinguishers and a landing pad for Sam.

As the lift door parted, you found that the entire floor was in complete ruins. There was a big fire in the middle of the room and the sprinklers were activated. A deployed parachute lay on the side, trying to fly out the window. There was rubble and broken concrete everywhere along with what you thought might be carbon fiber. And in the midst of it all was Sam in his bird suit.

“What happened?” Wanda asked as she scanned the room.

“We were doing a flight test for Sam’s new suit and uh… as you can see from the carnage, it didn’t work out so well,” Tony spoke as he peaked his head out of his hiding spot behind the bar.

“Why were you testing out the suit here?” you asked.

“We weren’t. I was flying outside and the suit was doing really good. It’s when I came to land that it started making problems. It’s all Tony’s fault,” Sam said, shooting the billionaire an accusatory look.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that you can’t stick a decent landing,” Tony retorted.

“Enough, both of you,” Wanda said, “FRIDAY, call a cleaning crew to fifth floor, please.”

“Yes, ma’am. Right away. But I’m afraid you may have to change lodgings for a while until the floor is restored to its original condition.”

“Well, that’s just great,” you said sarcastically.

A few minutes later the cleaning crew arrived. You tried to salvage as much as you could from your room. You picked up anything that wasn’t soaked wet and headed over to the elevator. Sam and Wanda were already inside. Sam was moving to the basement and Wanda was moving to the second floor. “Where are you headed?” Sam asked. “Third floor,” you said, letting out a long sigh.

“Cap’s floor? Whew, good luck getting some sleep,” he joked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

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“They fired you already?” Nat joked as she saw you exit the elevator. You laughed, “Sam made a mess of our floor. I’m staying here until the cleaning crew fixes it.”

“You can stay as long as you like,” Steve greeted you, “Join us for lunch, we have extra food.”

“In a minute, I’m going to shower,” you said and walked over to your new room right opposite to Bucky’s.

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You placed your box of things on your bed and looked around your new room. You got into the shower and your mind wandered to the scene you saw in the fifth floor. The fire in the middle of the room beckoned to you with its warmth. It evoked a feeling inside of you that you’ve suppressed for months. Your fingertips burned and you had a heavy feeling in your chest, like it was aching to let something go. No, you can’t.

You set the shower to the coldest setting possible and got in. You bones trembled and your teeth clattered but this was necessary. The burning sensation in your hands vanished but the ache in your chest remained. There was nothing else you could do about it.

You joined Nat and Steve in the kitchen after a few minutes. “Where’s James?” you ask, a little too enthusiastically. “Probably brooding in his room,” Natasha said as she passed you a plate, “He’ll come out after we’re gone.”

“Don’t worry about him, I saved some food for him already,” Steve said and started eating. You nodded and ate your own food.

Before you went back to your room after dinner, you decided to make some dessert for yourself. After all you deserved it after such a hard day. You raided the kitchen and found butter, almonds, sugar, honey and flour, so you made a honey cake with burnt butter and almonds, naturally. You ate half of it and put the rest in a box and placed it in the fridge with a note that read “For Bucky”.

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