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I'll Let You Lick The Lollipop

Summary: You're bored, and Bucky won't play with you.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: Porn without plot

Warnings: Slight daddy kink, lollipop play (? is that a thing - PLEASE DON’T PUT FOOD IN YOUR HOO HA), slight spanking, dirty talk

A/N: I love writing these but please do leave requests for me! I'm happy to turn your smuttiest fantasies into fiction huhu

Length: 3.2k

Living your days in domesticated bliss with Bucky was one of your dreams come true. You loved the mundane nights you shared, those rare occasions where chaos wasn’t bringing worries and danger to your lives. You learned to cherish the ‘boring’ aspects of a relationship which weren’t boring at all - those quiet days lazing around and doing nothing, comfortable silence between you as you both got up to your own devices.

Today, however, you were in one of those moods, and Bucky wasn’t paying any attention. You observed him quietly as he frowned at the laptop in front of him, sitting in the semi-darkness with the screen brightness turned up, muttering something under his breath.

Boredom came over you as you lay across the couch, shifting positions every ten seconds, staring at Bucky and thinking about how this was not how you wanted to be spending your Sunday.

You stood up slowly, deliberately, tugging your sleep shorts slightly further up your hips, Bucky’s borrowed t-shirt hanging loosely off your frame. You pattered over, barefoot, to where he was sitting.

"Bucky, play with me," you announced like a petulant child, tugging on his arm as he hunched further over the dining room table, completely caught up in his work. He was doing some sort of background research on somebody - didn’t they have people at S.H.I.E.L.D who could do that for him?

"Stop it, doll," Bucky murmured, gently brushing your hands away as he frowned over his work. He heard you sigh dramatically before you disappeared into the bedroom, but Bucky didn't have the heart to feel guilty. He was totally engrossed in his latest mission, as he felt that him and Sam were on the cusp of an excellent lead, and as much as he loved his girlfriend, she wasn't helping.

Bucky made a few mental notes to discuss with Sam before you reappeared, seating yourself right opposite him. Bucky glanced at up, pausing when he saw the thin, white stick that was peeking out from between your lips. Your cheeks were suctioned in as you sucked the lollipop in your mouth, rolling your tongue around the candy, eyes fastened on Bucky.

Bucky scoffed, arching his eyebrows as you continued sucking, feigning innocence with your eyes.

"What?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Under the table, you slowly lifted one foot and placed it carefully between Bucky’s legs, teasingly pushing against the length of his thigh towards his crotch.

"Doll," Bucky warned, glancing down at his crotch and seeing your feet press at his cock through his jeans.

"What?" You challenged again, lips looking so fucking delectable around the lollipop. He could see a flash of red, and guessed it was strawberry, your favorite flavor. At Bucky’s scowl, you peeked down shyly, unable to hide your smile.

“I just want your attention, baby,” you said in that sweet voice you knew he liked.

You felt a small thrill when you noticed Bucky tense ever so slightly. His eyes, in the already dim light, looked inky black.

He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to focus now as he watched you, practically fluttering your lashes at him, tongue working it’s magic around that damn piece of candy. He could see your nipples poking through the thin material of his t-shirt, having opted to go braless.

So much for wanting to focus on work.

"You want to play? Fine, we'll play."

You smiled widely at Bucky giving in so quickly, watching like a hawk as he stood, chair pushing back with a screech. He circled the table and picked you up easily in his arms, lifting you to sit on the edge of the tabletop. He spread your legs wide so he could stand between them, one hand lifting to cup the back of your neck.

His other hand raised to your mouth to remove the lollipop, and you purposely pursed your lips and sucked hard so that it was released with a audible pop. He leaned forward and kissed you, tongue snaking into the cavern of your mouth, tasting you. He kissed so passionately, like he didn’t even want to give you time to breathe.

When he released you, a thin, gauzy string of saliva connected your mouths. He gave a crooked smile, popping the lollipop into his own mouth.

“Hey,” you protested, but was silenced when Bucky picked you up again and practically ran into your bedroom. He lowered you down onto the bed gently, before taking a step back to assess you.

"Bucky," you mewled, eyes seductive. "C'mere."

Bucky moved to climb on top of you, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He easily flipped you onto your front, and you promptly lifted your ass, instinctively trying to grind it against his crotch. 

Bucky threaded long, metallic fingers through your hair and pulled, hard. He lifted your head up, forcing your neck to crane backwards, and suddenly you found the lollipop being pushed past your lips again.

“Do you need me to spank you?" He asked in a low voice, and you nodded desperately. "Look at you. You love getting into trouble for being such a fucking needy girl, don't you? You've been waiting for me to fuck you all night."

"Mmm, Buck," you whimpered, words garbled, and blinked when you felt the heat of Bucky’s body disappear.

"Strip, baby. And then undress me," he ordered.

You complied quickly, tearing your t-shirt off and shimmying off your shorts, along with your panties. 

Bucky was smirking when you shakily took his shirt off, revealing your boyfriend's ripped, muscular chest. The jeans came off next, your fingers fidgeting impatiently with his belt and zipper as you tried to remove it at lightning speed.

God, his cock was magnificent. It bounced against his stomach the moment you stripped him of his underwear, thick and weighty. It had the most beautiful slight curve, veins running along the underside of it, the tip swollen and waiting to be placed inside your mouth.

You removed the lollipop and your hands reached out, keen to start, but he interrupted you with a deft flick of his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah," Bucky said tantalizingly, capturing your wrists and pulling them away. He plucked the candy from your hand and forced you onto your front again, onto your knees. He positioned himself on the bed once more, kneeling behind you, chest pressing against your back, and nibbled at your ear playfully. "Eager, are we?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of pleasure when you felt just how hard Bucky was against you, his dick brushing against your bare thigh. There was nothing gentle about the way he began grinding his thick length against your ass, breathing deeply as he did so. 

He pressed his front against your spine as his tongue darted out to taste the nape of your neck, and you so wanted to beg him to fuck you right there and then. But you knew you had to be patient.

"Are you gonna be my dirty little angel tonight?" Bucky asked, pressing his cock harder against your ass cheeks.

"Yes, yes," you nodded in hasty agreement. Bucky chuckled. 

"I'm gonna go hard on you. Aren't you a naughty girl, distracting daddy from his work? If you want it so bad, I'm going to give it to you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop."

You loved it when he spoke like this, and Bucky knew it as he continued in a voice that could only be described as feral. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, keep pumping you over and over and over again until your cunt takes the shape of my cock. Going to use you like my personal fuck toy.”

"Please, daddy..." You turned your neck to glance back at him, delighted at the expression on his face that showed pure arousal. "Use me," you said in the huskiest voice you could manage.

You began pressing your ass deliberately harder against Bucky’s erection, and the latter promptly spanked your sensitive cheeks. His cold, vibranium palm instantly soothed the red skin as you gasped from the pained pleasure of it all.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm. If you had waited for me to finish my work, I would've fucked you any way you wanted. On the kitchen table, up against the wall, over the couch, maybe. But you just couldn't wait, could you? You want my cock in your pussy that badly?"

"Yes. Daddy, please, fuck me!"

"Don't give orders," Bucky barked, slapping your ass again, harder than before. He repeated the same motion of spanking you with his right hand, then immediately soothing you with the left, calming your stinging flesh against cold metal.

"I'm going to make you wait, baby. This is your punishment. You're gonna have to wait whilst I have my fun before I fill you up with my cock."

You wanted to cry with frustration, but you knew it would do little good to beg.

Bucky inserted his knee between your legs, forcing you to balance with them further apart. "That's it, push that ass out for me," he said encouragingly as you obeyed.

You turned his head to see Bucky sucking on the lollipop again, coating the hot red candy with his own saliva. You held your breath as Bucky slowly pulled the candy out of his mouth.

"You ready for this, baby?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer before he spread your cheeks apart and rubbed the head of the lollipop against your slick folds. You whimpered wantonly as he pushed the sticky candy into your cunt, a smile growing on his face as he did it. 

Soon, the white stick of the lollipop was all that was left hanging out. Bucky sighed in satisfaction, running his palms lightly against your ass. 

"You keep that nice and safe for me, baby," he cooed. "Now come over here and suck my cock like a good girl."

Bucky withdrew from his position and lay on his back instead. You crawled round to face him, practically pouncing on his leaking erection, your small hands wrapping around the throbbing length. 

"Look at how horny you are," Bucky said, pleased as you lowered your head. Your lips parted and you took his cock into your mouth as far as you could, sucking enthusiastically as Bucky’s hands played with your hair.

"Yeah. Sucking daddy's cock so well," he praised with a grunt. 

You glanced up at Bucky’s face, noting how his eyes were half closed in ecstasy, head tilted back as both of his hands held your head, pushing you down onto his cock. Your drool dripped down his thick, pulsing shaft, trying not to gag as Bucky gave a particularly violent thrust up with his hips. Your eyes began to sting with tears, but neither you or Bucky relented. You continued to suck furiously, Bucky fucking your mouth and using you the way you loved to be used.

"Take it, baby," Bucky groaned. "Oh God, yeah. You love sucking my cock, you love swallowing my cum." 

The lingering, sugary taste of the lollipop on your tongue mixed with the saltiness of Bucky’s precum was new for you, and you fucking loved it. You groaned with satisfaction, continuing to work on Bucky’s cock, until he eventually pulled you off. 

He pushed you back by the shoulders until you were lying on your back. His eyes regarded you hungrily as he slowly pulled the lollipop from your pussy, tossing it to the side, forgotten.

“Let me taste you before I fuck your pretty candy cunt, doll,” Bucky said, licking his lips before he dived down to your pussy, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. He licked a long, thick stripe up your cunt, laughing as you squirmed with pleasure.

He knew exactly how to plunder your cunt with his tongue, mouth working against your clit and massaging that delicious bundle of nerves. The taste of your wetness combined with sugar was like fucking crack, and he closed his eyes as he continued to eat you out, enjoying the sounds of your moans and kitten-like whimpers.

Your eyes remained closed when you suddenly felt Bucky shift, and all of a sudden he was assaulting your neck with his lips. You tilted your neck to the side to give Bucky better access. 

"Daddy," you whimpered, arching your back as his hot, wet tongue left a trail from your collarbone to your neck. 

"Hmm?" Bucky asked teasingly, making you shiver slightly.

"Please give it to me?” You asked uncertainty, biting down on your lower lip. He looked at you, chest heaving, both of you breathing hard.

"Baby, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to fucking walk," Bucky purred. "Don't you worry your pretty little head. Do you see what you do to me?"

You glanced at Bucky’s cock, glistening with your saliva and standing to attention. You blushed a little as he smirked.

"I wanna feel you clench around my cock, baby.”

You nodded, spreading your legs wider in invitation, making Bucky laugh a little.

"So fucking thirsty for it," he murmured, lining up his cock with you entrance. He watched every micro expression on your face as he eased the head of his cock into your cunt, then suddenly impaled you with his whole length all at once, watching as you gasped and closed his eyes.

"How does it feel, baby?"

"Good, daddy," you replied instantly. You had taken him so many times before, but every time you could feel how he stretched your walls, how he could barely fit his cock inside you. "Please just fuck me," you pleaded.

"Fucking desperate whore," Bucky said, nipping at your neck playfully. He slowly lowered his hand down to your pussy and you didn’t realize what he was doing until you felt his fingers prodding around your entrance where his cock was currently sheathed.

“Bucky, what are you - oh fuck,” you practically screeched as he eased a finger into your pussy, alongside his cock. 

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, baby," he murmured. You whimpered as he slid another finger inside to nestle against his own cock, your pussy wrapped around everything tightly like a dirty little package. 

He began thrusting his fingers inside you in tandem with his cock, watching as you unraveled at the sweet torture. Your hands flailed, pushing against his chest, and he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and pinned both wrists above your head. You sighed with contentment as you enjoyed the familiar stretch and burn of his dick pushing inside you.

Your nails dug into your fleshy palms in ecstasy when Bucky started to go rough, snapping his hips into you so that his cock jabbed your cervix, but you loved the pain. It was delicious to you as you clenched around Bucky’s cock uncontrollably, a guttural noise escaping your boyfriend's mouth as he sank further into you. 

"God, baby," he groaned. "I've fucked you so many times with my huge cock, so how the fuck do you stay so fucking tight?"

"Nngh, daddy," you said, gasping loudly. "Keep going."

Instead of spanking you for giving orders, Bucky simply smiled and switched up the pace. He started to thrust at a teasingly slow pace rather than fucking you into the mattress. The slow rhythm almost killed you, as you clenched your jaw in frustration, wanting Bucky to stop fooling around and just jackhammer his cock into you.

"I own this fucking pussy, baby," Bucky sneered, throwing his head back towards the ceiling, sighing as if he had finally found heaven, his cock nestled inside your wet, warm core. 

You should've kept your mouth shut like a good girl, but you couldn't help sassing. "I thought you were gonna fuck me hard," you said weakly. “Old man can’t keep up?”

You heard the low rumbling growl in Bucky’s chest.

His fingers reached out to pinch your nipples, hands massaging your tits and pulling them hard. Then, you felt his arms suddenly circle your back, lifting you off the mattress. You cried out in pleasure as Bucky sat back instead, tugging you with him and forcing you down onto his cock, impaling you hard. 

You began to grind down onto his lap, riding him as you resisted the urge to reach out and touch your clit. Daddy wouldn't like that. He liked it when you came with just his cock.

"You fucking bet I'll give it to you hard," he snarled. 

"Oh god, it feels so good," you groaned loudly as Bucky forced you down onto his cock over and over again every time you levered yourself up. "You make me feel so full with your big cock."

"Mmm, tell me more, baby," Bucky commanded. His hands were cupping your asscheeks, helping to lift you up and down with ease as you bounced on his cock. He loved this view, your tits jiggling in front of him enticingly. He leaned forward to capture the swell of one of them in his mouth, licking and sucking until you squealed.

"I love - I love having your cock in my pussy," you said breathlessly.

"My pussy," Bucky corrected. "You belong to me, baby. Every single fucking delectable inch of you is mine."

He snapped his hips up as you sank down on him, moving in perfect synchronization. He closed his lips over your neck, sucking deeply. A hickey formed quickly, and Bucky admired his pretty artwork blooming across your skin as your moans grew in volume.

"Daddy! Daddy, please,” you shouted in pleasure as Bucky shifted ever so slightly so that the head of his cock hit that sweet, spongy spot inside you, causing you to spasm in his arms.

"Cum for me, baby."

"I'm gonna - gonna cum so hard," you said breathlessly. "Gonna cum so hard for you."

"Yes, yes, yes," Bucky chanted, your own personal cheerleader. You could practically feel the pounding of his heart against your front as he pressed his slick chest to your tits, groaning loudly as he drilled his cock again and again inside you.

You could feel the way his dick was buried so beautifully inside your core, so deep, a feeling you just couldn't get enough of. You felt that wonderful, familiar rush as you came, pussy pulsing and clenching, shivers shooting through your body. 

You sobbed, feeling the hot warmth of Bucky’s cock shooting cum inside your cunt a few seconds later, some of it leaking out and seeping from your hole as Bucky continued to fuck into you.

Eventually, Bucky lifted you off his lap and twisted you back and around so that you were on your stomach. You didn't even have the energy to keep yourself up on your arms, burying your face into the mattress, whimpering as Bucky spread your pussy folds.

"Mmm, I filled you up so good," he said appraisingly. You felt Bucky’s fingers sink into your used entrance, inspecting the mess you made, and you wailed pathetically.

"Daddy...please, too much," you whimpered. Bucky pulled his fingers out again and slid them inside your mouth. You sucked obediently, licking the cum clean off his fingers.

"How do we taste, baby?"

"So good," you sighed. You slowly rolled over onto your back, watching as Bucky kneeled over you, gazing down at his lover adoringly. Suddenly, you pouted.

"What?"

"You wasted my lollipop," you murmured, and Bucky laughed despite still being a little out of breath. 

"Sorry, baby," he said, his voice soft as he lowered his head and slanted his lips over yours. He sucked on your lower lip softly, teasing you before pulling away. "I’ll get you another one. Happy?"

"Hmm. Okay."

He smirked as he kissed you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth again. Your hot, sweaty body against his and the echoes of your moans in his mind was driving him crazy.

"Round two?" You murmured against his mouth, as if reading Bucky’s mind. The way his hands gripped your hips possessively was all the answer you needed.

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— john fucking walker —

જ⁀➴ — summary: bucky’s not happy to learn who exactly your mission for tonight 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬; a/n: done as mini fic for this 15min challenge! thank you @amournoir for the tag ❤︎︎, and anyone else feel free to join in! pairing: fatws bucky x f! reader; cw: the word “fucking”??, possessive bucky, implied threat :) xo

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“No. Absolutely not.”

“Bucky —”

“No. I don’t care, I said no.”

You sighed, having been in this circular argument for close to an hour, by now. It was so unlike him to be this unrelenting, but in truth? You couldn’t blame him too much.

If there was one thing on earth that you wanted least of all it was to have to be John Walker’s “date.”

You finished putting in your last earring and moved from the mirror, turning square to face Bucky. On any other night his eyes might’ve darkened with want to see you in that dress — but now the clench to his jaw and the hardness within them was for who you were wearing it for.

John fucking Walker.

Your voice softened as you walked to him, standing where he was in your apartment living room. You couldn’t fight with him on this, you didn’t want to anymore — and neither one of you had much choice about tonight.

“You know why I have to do it.” You circled your arms around his neck, searched his face. And when you found it still in stubborn conflict, you took a hand and laid it on his cheek; an assurance.

“That doesn’t make it feel any easier.” Bucky’s voice was still edged, but it wasn’t aimed at you. It was purely for the man who would be with you for tonight, who’d have you laughing at his jokes, and who would touch you —

Just for fucking appearance.

Still though, your touch seemed to temper him enough that he turned inwards to your hand, kissed your wrist. And with your other hand braced at his neck, going up to his hair, he shut his eyes against envy.

“It sends a good message,” you continued, damn well hoping it was true. For if you had to suffer long in that man’s company then lord give you strength — there’d better be a good reason.

And if you sounded like you were trying to convince yourself as much as him? Then it was true, because you were, because you did not want to go.

“Hm, I’m sure it does.” Sarcasm dripped from each word, each syllable. But even as he said it he soothed small circles on your back, and you knew it was for his own comfort, too, as much as it was for yours.

You rolled your eyes lightly, with affection. “It’ll only be a few hours sweetheart. And then I’ll be home.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. Another, you gave to his forehead, each temple — your last to the corner of his mouth. “Home to you.”

Finally, finally, Bucky breathed out a low sigh, and tension left him in each place your lips touched. Your hands settled at his waist and his own found each side of your face, cradling you as he kissed your mouth once and it lingered long after he’d stopped.

His warning was equal parts softness and threat, and your answering smile was, too.

“If he touches you, I’ll kill him.”

“I know. And I’ll make sure that he does, too.”

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Worst Nightmare

POV: Bucky has a nightmare he has hurt his entire family, but has no memory of doing so.

A/N: So this was intense... I love that it's a dream but we have y/n's perspective as if it's real. I think this would be Bucky's worst nightmare if he had a family. I can't wait to write a part ii for this! Would you guys like to see that? (:

Warnings: wounds, blood, nightmare, implied children attack

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Bucky pulls into the driveway. He can't quite remember the drive home or what he was doing right before he got there, but his mind is fixated on changing out of his dirt-ridden uniform as quickly as possible and eating the spaghetti you promised you’d make him when he came home.

His shoulders relax as he approaches the door, fumbling for his keys.

“I’m home,” he calls out, tossing his keys in the entryway table bowl and dropping his work bag.

The lack of an immediate answer was a little odd. The announcement that he was home usually sent the boys rushing towards him at least.

“Doll?” he calls upstairs. No response.

It was strange, the house being so silent. 

Then he hears a strained whimpering from the kitchen. He bolts towards it.

“Honey?!”

When he rounds the corner, his eyes widen.

You were on the floor, clutching your stomach. Blood everywhere.

Bucky rushes to you. “Y/n!! What happened??”

“Bucky... The kids...” you utter, as he eyes the large gash pooling blood on your abdomen.

“Your stomach...” he utters in horror, unable to focus on anything else.

He grabs the kitchen towel, trying to put pressure on your wound.

“James...” you say, grabbing his hands. “Check the boys... Upstairs...”

He stares at you, his eyes now red. He doesn't want to leave you, but he knows you won’t forgive him if he doesn’t put the kids first.

He secures the towel in place. “Keep the pressure on it.”

He runs up the stairs, two at a time.

He bursts into their room. “Boys!?”

Bucky falls to his knees when he sees what happened to them.

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You’d been sitting on the kitchen floor, breath hitching, barely hanging on, drifting in and out... but you needed to hear what happened to your kids.

You hear Bucky storm down the stairs. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to speak, but you’ll be able to tell from his face the status of your children.

So when he enters the kitchen and he can’t even look you in the eye, you immediately start crying.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears burning through. It feels as though your heart’s been ripped out of your chest, worse than any pain from your injuries.

“It’s gonna be okay...” Bucky says. “You hear me?”

Bucky kneels beside you, gripping your shoulders, trying to ground you. You were inconsolable. You couldn’t even catch a breath.

He inspects your wound, eyes widening when he sees the towel hasn’t done anything, completely soaking in blood.

He looks down, trying to think. “I can fix this.”

You shake your head.

Bucky tries to carry you. “Please let me fix this.”

You push him away. You refuse to let him take you to a hospital. You already know it's no use.

Bucky sits beside you, defeated. He rolls his head back, the tears stinging his eyes. “This can’t be happening. Why did this have to happen?”

He buries his head in your neck, crying softly. "I can't lose you too."

You’re really weak, but you manage to rest your head on his shoulder. As soon as you do, his whole body shakes with sorrow.

The two of you sit on the kitchen floor, accepting the reality of it.

Suddenly, he pulls back his tears and takes a deep breath. He takes your hand and squeezes it tight. “Honey, who did this...”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head.

Bucky takes both your hands and puts them in his. “Honey, please. You need to tell me.”

You press your lips together, burning tears streaming down your face.

Bucky narrows his gaze, confused as to why you won’t tell him. “Honey, just tell me.”

You look him in his watery eyes. You hesitate for as long as you can. You weren’t gonna tell him. You told yourself you weren’t gonna tell him. His pleading blue eyes squeeze it out of you.

“You did.”

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Timeless

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Prompt - ‘Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless.’

Notes - The timeline is messed up but that’s ok! Also, nobody cares but omg I got tickets to the Eras Tour!!! 

It was early when Bucky forced himself out of his bed, taking a moment to just sit up and massage his temples, desperately trying to stop the headache that seemed near constant at this point. He figured it was expected though, not enough time had passed since he had managed to escape HYDRA and most days he could still feel the Winter Soldier so clearly in his mind, fighting to obey commands and return to the handlers.

Bucky couldn’t let that happen though, he had spent too much time planning his escape, too much work trying to build something new after months of hiding. He couldn’t even remember exactly when he had formed his plan, only that he hadn’t been in the chair for a while, the handlers thought they had wiped away any remaining traces of Bucky and were only left with the Soldier.

So Bucky played along, he swallowed down the sickness he felt stinging at his throat and obeyed every command given to him until he was able to make his escape. From there he had been running ever since, knowing HYDRA would always be looking for their greatest weapon.

He had finally settled though, running from country to country until he came back to the States, finding his way back to New York.

Slowly his memory had started coming back to him, being out of the chair and on the run had meant more and more came back. Most of the time he couldn’t quite make them out, too jumbled up to connect but he liked to cling to them anyway, they always made him feel safe and he’d take them over the nightmares of his days as the Winter Soldier any day.

He went back to Brooklyn, let himself wander the streets and smiled as small snippets flashed through his mind. More often than not there was a boy, a skinny thing who was always ready for anything, Bucky couldn’t remember his name but he knew he loved the boy like he was his brother.

Then there was a girl. In the memories there was the prettiest girl Bucky had ever seen, he hoped he’d remember her more, he had too. Every time he managed to remember a memory with the girl in it he felt lighter than he had in years, a weight lifting off his shoulders whenever he pictured her smile.

The first thing Bucky had done once he had worked enough odd jobs to rent an apartment was force himself into a morning routine. The first few weeks he had just stayed in bed, alone with the memories of what he had done. He had known it couldn’t carry on that way, he had to do something. So he forced his body into the shower every morning, wiping away the sweat from the previous night’s nightmares before getting dressed and walking the streets of Brooklyn.

Bucky never had a real destination in mind when he left his apartment, preferring to just pick a direction and see if he could remember anything new that day. Today he turned left when he walked out and let himself get lost in the Brooklyn streets.

He let himself walk for a while, there were no new memories but Bucky didn’t mind. It was nice to be able to just walk around by himself for as long as he wanted, no expectations, no commands, no handlers waiting for him and no chair to take away the new memories he did have that he desperately gripped onto.

He didn’t know just how long he had been walking for when he came across a small building in the middle of a row of stores. It was easy to miss, the dark wood was only half the length of the bricked building next to it. He didn’t know what it was about the store that caught his eyes but something was telling him to keep walking towards it.

When he finally came to a stop outside of it he could see through the large window letting the morning light in. Bucky looked through it at relics that looked as old as he was. He stayed where he was for a long moment, just looking before something in him told him to go in and he let himself listen to it.

When he walked into the shop a small bell chimed above his head and he smiled at the old man who was busy behind the counter before he let the door fall shut behind him and he walked around, his fingers trailing along the surfaces.

He made his way to a room in the back where his eyes caught a box, the lid propped open with a handwritten sign taped to it, telling him it was photographs in there worth twenty-five cent each. He didn’t know why a smile pulled at his lips or why he reached down to pull them out but his smile widened when he saw a picture of a woman.

The picture was black and white and a bride beamed up at him, a veil on her head and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Something about the photograph made Bucky’s heart clench, something familiar that he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

“Come on, doll!” Bucky grinned as he circled around you so he was walking backwards and in front of you. “Say you’ll do it!”

Bucky froze, looking down at the picture as a memory played out before him, he could see it so clearly. It was the girl, the girl he couldn’t remember but so desperately wanted to know, he wanted to know who she was more than anything.

“We can’t!” You laughed, grabbing his hand and making him walk properly after he bumped into a man, shouting an apology over your shoulder as he cursed. “Bucky, don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m not, c’mon you know you want to.” Bucky moved in front of you again, crouching down so he was eye level with you, pouting and giving you his best puppy dog eyes causing you to laugh again, pushing his shoulder and leaving his trailing after you. “Hey, I'm serious about this.”

“We can’t get married, Bucky!” You laughed again causing Bucky to groan loudly, drawing stares from others around you but neither of you noticed, both too focused on each other.

“Of course we can. C’mon Y/N/N, say you’ll marry me, pretty please.” Your laughter was like music to Bucky’s ears even if it was in response to his pleas to marry him. “We’ll go right down to the court house now, pick you up a pretty dress and be married by the end of the day.”

“How about this, you come back to me and then I’ll marry you.” You countered, the smile falling from your face slightly with the reminder of what was coming.

“You promise?” Bucky smiled, pausing in the middle of the street, taking your chin between his finger and thumb to lift your head to his.

“I promise.” You told him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss you.

He married you? He knew he had to have cared about you, he knew he felt something for you but he had married you? He hoped his past self knew how lucky he was, he’d have done anything now to know you.

“I came back.” Bucky whispered into your ear as you practically flung yourself at him, sobbing into his chest as he held you close, one arm around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

“You came back.” You cried against him and Bucky felt his heart break, the whole time he’d be gone the only thing he could think about was how he hadn’t made it back to you.

“I promised, didn’t I?” He murmured into your hair and he felt you nod, tightening his grip on you before pulling away far enough to cup your cheek. “I seem to remember you had a promise of your own to keep.”

He watched as you smiled and it was all he needed, suddenly he was holding back his own tears and dragging you back to him, his lips meeting you in a desperate kiss. He truly hadn’t known if he was ever going to make his way back to you but you hadn’t doubted it, you and Bucky always seemed to find your way back to each other.

“So what d’ya say, Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked after he pulled back, watching as your lips pulled into a beaming smile even as tears still poured down your cheeks, you nodding wildly at him as you huffed out a laugh.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” You told him and Bucky couldn’t help but grin right back at you before leaning in for another kiss.

Bucky felt a smile pull at his lips in the present time, smiling down at the picture of the bride as another memory came back to him.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you as the doors opened and you came into view. At his side he heard Steve let out a gasp and he couldn’t help but agree, you were breathtaking. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to find you, to have you walking down the aisle to him, wanting to marry him.

God, he loved you so much.

He couldn’t remember much of the actual wedding, too busy taking in every little detail of you. Hearing the words ‘I do’ fall from your lips nearly sent him to his knees.  

Bucky didn’t realise he was crying until the woman’s face became blurred through his tears and he took a deep breath, steading himself as he leafed through the photographs. He paused again when he saw one of a couple clinging to each other, the girl had her head buried in the guy's neck and he was holding her tight against him.

You were looking over Bucky with watery eyes. He felt his heart break as he messed with the tie of his uniform, looking at you through the mirror as you took a silent breath before you stood up. You brushed Bucky’s hands away and took over, tying the tie properly around his neck and smoothing it against his chest.

Once you were done Bucky took your hands in his and brought them up to his lips, placing soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Smile for me, doll.” Bucky pleaded, watching as you scrunched your eyes shut to stop the tears from slipping past them and shook your head. “C’mon Y/N/N, it’s my last night, let’s have a good time, yeah?”

“I don’t want you to go.” You told him shakily, opening your eyes and cursing yourself when one tear managed to slip down your cheek but Bucky was quick to cup your cheek, a gentle thumb brushing it away, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“I know but I’ll be back, I promise.” He told you and watched as you shook your head again, trying to pull away from him but Bucky refused to let you go.

“You can’t promise that, Buck.” You told him, bottom lip wobbling as you desperately tried not to cry.

“Yeah I can, I’ve got my girl waiting right here for me, waiting to marry me the second I get back, you can bet I’m coming back to her.” Bucky smiled down at you and you couldn’t help the choked laugh that escaped you.

Whilst you were out it was easy to forget Bucky would be leaving. With his arms around you, him leaning in to kiss you in the middle of the room without a care in the world, it felt like any other day.

Until it came time for Bucky to leave. You stayed back as you watched him say goodbye to Steve, wrapping the smaller man in a hug before pulling away to salute him. Your eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time today, at this point you were so tired of crying but knew it wouldn’t get any better with Bucky leaving.

You watched as he jogged over to you, his smile faded but still in place knowing he had to be brave for you.

The two of you walked hand in hand, neither of you saying anything as you walked down the street. Bucky was shipping out in the early hours and the two of you agreed it would be better to say your goodbyes tonight.

“I’m really gonna miss you baby.” Bucky told you as you came to a stop.

“You promise you’ll come back?” You asked shakily, looking up at him.

Bucky nodded before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, holding you close to him and trying his hardest to convey how much he loved you into one kiss.

“I promise you, Y/N/N, I’ll be back before you know it and I’m gonna write you letters every single night whilst I’m gone.” Bucky swore, leaning his forehead against yours and watching as you were unable to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You choked out, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.

Bucky felt his strength leaving him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the middle of the crowded street, not paying any mind to anyone else but you.

“I love you too, Y/N, so, so much.” Bucky told you, murmuring the words into your hair.

Bucky didn’t know how long the two of you stood there but eventually you had to pull away. Bucky cupped your cheeks and gently wiped your tears away before pulling you in for one last kiss that left you both breathless.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.” You told him and Bucky smiled brightly at you.

“I’m gonna miss you like crazy, doll. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” Bucky told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before hailing a cab for you.

“I love you.” You told him as you pulled him in for a final hug, squeezing him just a bit tighter than usual as you tried to convince yourself he’d be alright.

“I love you too, baby, so much.” Bucky said as he hugged you back, not letting any tears fall until your cab disappeared from view.

The tears leaked from Bucky’s eyes as he remembered you, remembered having to leave you behind, remembered having to be strong for you even when he didn’t know if he would make it back to you. He remembered the moment he truly thought he wouldn’t make it back to you. Finally coming home and having you in his arms felt as close to heaven as Bucky would ever come.

He wiped at his eyes before flicking through the next few pictures.

He had to stop and smile when another photograph caught his eye and he could so clearly see you and him where the teenage couple stood in a driveway, their hands entwined with a note on the back that said school dance, 1958.

“Come on you two, just a few more!” Bucky’s mom insisted and the two of you couldn’t help but groan since she’d said the same thing a half hour ago.

“Mom, we gotta go, we’re gonna be late.” Bucky told her but she just shook her head and waved him off.

“Come on, none of that now. You’ll want to remember this night, let me take a few more.” She said and Bucky just looked at you apologetically causing you to laugh.

“A few more won’t hurt.” You said, causing her to smile and usher you and Bucky together.

Bucky grinned as he held a hand out to you and you couldn’t help but return it and you threaded your fingers through his and turned towards the camera.

“You look beautiful.” Bucky whispered before turning towards his mom too, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes just as the flash went off to see your smile brighten at his words.

“Now you two have a lovely night, Bucky make sure she gets home safe.” His mom reminded him and Bucky had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as everyone knew he walked you home first no matter how much you insisted he didn’t need to.

Bucky remembered that night, the two of you had spent hours dancing together until the dance was over. When he walked you home he remembered thinking he loved you for the first time, stopping outside your house to kiss you and nearly saying those words but not being brave enough.

He missed you. He missed you so much. He’d had a whole life with you, he’d married his girl and he’d left her alone.

He’d left you alone.

You’d lived all these years thinking that he had died. He had died after promising you he’d be home. He’d forgotten who you were, forgotten how loved he had been and how much love he had for you.

He wiped his tears and moved away from the photographs, not sure he could stand to look through them anymore even if they had unlocked a flood of memories.

He remembered being away in the war, reading your letters was the only thing that got him through most of his days and when he wrote his back to you he tried to hide as much of the bad as he could, over exaggerating in his stories hoping that they’d make you smile.

He really hoped they made you smile.

He was meant to have a lifetime with you. He was meant to love you until you were both old and grey. He was meant to have kids with you and be there for you every day of your lives.

The two of you should have had so much longer together. Just when he thought he couldn’t hate HYDRA any more he was shown the life he could have had, torn away from him like everything else had been.

Bucky left the old antique shop with tears in his eyes and a bundle of photographs tied together with brown string.

Days passed and Bucky wasn’t great with the newest technology, give him any weapon and he’d know how to use it in minutes, give him a computer and he was clueless. Eventually though he managed to figure it out and he was walking up the steps of an apartment complex.

His hand shook as he raised it, knocking on the door and waiting anxiously. When the door finally opened he was left breathless.

You couldn’t help but stare, mouth falling open as you looked at the person at your door.

“There’s my girl.” Bucky said shakily, watching as your mouth opened and closed as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Bucky?” You finally managed to choke out, the man you had spent all these years missing was at your front door, not looking a day older than the last time you’d seen him.

“Promised I’d come back.” He told you, tears stinging his eyes as he looked at you. You were just as beautiful as he remembered, eyes still as bright.

He couldn’t help but regret that you were older, not that you were older but that he hadn’t been there to grow old with you.

“How are you here?” You asked, still in complete disbelief and not entirely sure this was real.

“It’s a long story.” He told you honestly, not even sure where he’d start. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“You look the same as you did all those years ago.” You said, letting out a huff of disbelief. “But at least you kept your promise.”

You gestured for him to come in and it wasn’t long before the two of you were sitting on the sofa. Bucky pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair, still amazed he had managed to find you.

His hand brushed over yours and he paused when he felt something, looking down he couldn’t help but frown as he saw a wedding ring around your finger. He was happy you had found somebody, truly he was, but it should’ve been him.

“It’s yours.” You told him and he looked at you questioningly. “It’s your ring.”

“You kept wearing it? After all these years?” Bucky asked in disbelief and it was your turn to smile.

“I never took it off once. It’s impossible to move on from you, Bucky, not that I ever tried.” You chuckled softly and he stared at you in amazement. “I promised to love you to the end of my days, I keep my promises too.”

“I love you so much, Y/N/N.” Bucky whispered as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m so, so sorry, doll. I should’ve been here, all these years we should have been making so many memories together.”

“It’s alright.” You murmured, threading your hand with his. “It was a good life, I kept you alive. You were with me with everything I did.”

“I’ve missed you like crazy.” Bucky told you and you laughed, nodding against him.

“You’ve got no idea.” You said, still completely in shock that he was here with you again. “What happened, Bucky?”

Bucky took a deep breath, by the end of his story the pair of you had tear stained cheeks and cuddled closer together, neither able to let the other go after finally having each other back after so long.

“I’m sorry it took so long to find you.” Bucky said as he wiped the tears from your cheeks gently and you smiled, leaning into his touch.

“We always find our way back to each other eventually.” You told him, remembering all those years of growing up and arguing, the fights and the make ups.

No matter what happened between you and Bucky you would always find each other, you were made for each other, forced back together, no matter how much time had passed.

You had spent a lifetime missing Bucky Barnes, a lifetime keeping his memory alive. For years the only things you had to remember him was a cardboard box you kept in your room, photographs of the two of you together, first days of school, first school dances, a picture somebody took as he spun you around, pictures taken of you kissing and dancing. You had the letters you had saved and treasured from his time in the war, words of love and promises that had carried you through the years without him.

“We really were made for each other, huh?” Bucky said with a grin and you couldn’t help but beam back at him, nodding along. “Always supposed to find each other no matter what.”

“I’m glad you found me.” You whispered and Bucky let himself lean in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, feeling the weight that always seemed to rest so heavily on his shoulders melt away for the first time since he came back to himself.

“Not leaving you again, I promise.” Bucky murmured as he pulled away and shifted to pull you against him, content to hold you close and let himself enjoy the feeling of being home for the first time in a very long time.

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[ichorai]

blue jeans ; bucky barnes.

based on blue jeans - lana del rey !!

pairing ; bucky barnes x shield agent!gn!reader

synopsis ; four instances you managed to chip away at bucky's icy heart before he realized he was in love with you.

words ; 3.6k

themes ; fluff, action, slight angst, s2l/f2l, shield agent au

warnings / includes ; sparring in the first scene, mild injuries, mentions of death, alludes to insomnia/difficulty sleeping, tony throws a party, hints at steve/natasha, one sexual innuendo, bucky experiences *gasp* emotions, bucky doesn't understand references bcs he's older than your grandparents

a/n ; for @fairydxll's 2k writing event :D

main masterlist. set in the same universe as: to noise making.

blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn it was like james dean, for sure you're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer

The first time you met Bucky, you were drenched in your own sweat, grunts of exertion falling from your lips as you ducked and rolled away from Natasha’s quick strikes. You were doing pretty well today, managing to evade her offensive strategies in your effort to get her to tire herself out. She was starting to get worn down, you could see it in the soft blue of her irises. The plan was working considerably until…

Well, until Bucky Barnes strode into the training room. Steve was by his side, wearing his Captain uniform, and you absentmindedly wondered if there was a mission you somehow managed to forget about.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Natasha jolted forward, landing a solid blow to your jaw, which made your head snap sharply to the side. She tackled you with a derisive huff, your body slamming firmly against the cushioned grounds of the sparring ring. Her knee hovered over you throat, and she tilted her head at you, a smirk curling at her mouth.

“Dead,” she said flippantly, before rolling off of you, clasping your hand to haul you back up. 

The ceiling came into view as you rolled your eyes, despite the grin forming across your exerted features. Gingerly, you rubbed your sore jaw with a dark chuckle, shooting her a playful scowl. “I had that coming.”

“Nat,” Steve called out from across the room. The two of you turned to face the pair of super soldiers. The blonde sent you an apologetic look. “Sorry for interrupting, but could I borrow you for a second? It’s about what happened in Chicago.”

What happened in Chicago?

You sent Natasha a curious glance, but she only shook her head, as if to say I’ll tell you later. 

She clapped your shoulder in good nature, before ducking underneath the sparring barriers, following Steve out the same way he came in. 

That left just you and Bucky. You suddenly felt awkward, fiddling with the bandages over your knuckles. You’ve never come face to face with the Winter Soldier before. The most you’ve heard were stories and rumors that spread like wildfire through the compound. Some were quite outlandish, but you couldn’t help but listen. The man kept to himself, usually confined to his quarters or out on long, long classified missions with Steve or Sam. He was a mystery, and you prided yourself on being a rather good detective.

What you did know about him, was the fact that he was accredited to over a hundred kills during his time with Hydra. One of the most notorious killers of all time.

And he waved at you. 

You had to blink twice before you realized that you had to respond in some way. Two fingers raised to your forehead as you awkwardly saluted him.

Jesus, he might’ve been from the forties, but really? Did you just salute him? 

Despite your inner turmoil, a slight grin flitted over his lips. 

Desperate to break the silence, you asked without thinking twice about it, “Do you… do you wanna spar?” If your muscles weren’t frozen in trepidation, you would’ve face palmed. You might’ve been a good fighter, but against the Bucky Barnes? You didn’t stand a chance. Sending him another furtive glance, it finally dawned on you that he was wearing jeans. “Oh, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not dressed for it. I was—”

“Sure,” Bucky said, shrugging. “I’ve fought in worse.”

Damn it. 

He strode closer, swinging onto the sparring platform. 

Your heart was beating irregularly quickly, and you had to suck in a few deep breaths to steady your pulse. 

Bucky raised his hands tentatively, and the two of you began circling each other. This close, you could see the deep blue of his eyes, the shadow of a stubble gracing his sharp jaw, the haunted bags beneath his eyes. There were small things you noticed about his stance. Bucky favored his right side, which was quite ironic, considering he had a vibranium left arm. Though he had a heavier build, he was expertly bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to strike forward at any given second. But he was slightly drawn back, and that was how you knew he had no plans of going on the offensive any time soon.

Narrowing your eyes, you darted forward, swinging a hit to his face. To your expectation, he easily blocked your blow, moving to the side swiftly. You were quick to follow the hit with a kick to the chest, which he let you land, and he staggered backwards a couple paces.

He was going easy on you.

With clenched teeth, you drew forward and struck his side, followed by a roundhouse punch to his shoulder. The impact made him falter, so you hooked your foot over the crook of his knee and yanked him back, which made him fall back with a grunt. 

There was a smile to his winded features. God damn it.

“You’re holding back on me,” you said, panting slightly, backing away from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

That pretty smile of his warbled subtly. “I’m sorry. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. You wanna go again?”

“Nah,” you breathed out, clasping your hands together behind your head, stretching with a mild grimace. “I promised Tony I’d look over the mission debriefs. Think we could pick this up another time?”

Bucky pushed himself up from the ground, running his flesh hand through his close-cropped hair. Jesus Christ, could he just stop being attractive for one damned second? 

“Sure. I’ll look forward to it.”

You nodded once. “It’s a date,” you said stoutly, before ducking beneath the sparring ring’s barrier and striding out of the training room with a heart that slammed far too erratically against your ribcage—and you highly doubted it was because of physical exertion.

you were sorta punk rock, i grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean (oh oh) and love hurts (oh oh) but I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby

It was late, and you definitely should’ve been sleeping by now. 

But, alas, your eyes stayed open and your mind ran rampant with such horrid irrationalism that you tore the blankets away from you, clambered out of your bed in a rush, and strode out of your room as quietly as you possibly could. A quick glance to the clock hanging in the hallway told you that it was nearing three in the morning, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips. You shuffled towards the living room, curling into the corner of the plush sofa and turning on the television, placing it on the lowest volume so it wouldn’t awaken the others. 

The screen cast a dull blue glow onto you, playing some old Christmas movie you couldn’t recall the name of, and you placed your head against the armrest, eyes hooded with fatigue.

Much to your surprise, Bucky came out not too long after, rubbing his own eyes sleepily. His hair was disheveled, sleep shirt stretched taut over the muscles of his torso.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you winced, propping yourself up on one arm.

He was quick to shake his head. “No, no, it wasn’t you. Why’re you up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied cautiously. 

The two of you stared at each other for a good minute before he shook his head with a hoarse chuckle, sitting himself down on the sofa, not too far away from you. Hesitance splayed over your features evidently, but you eased yourself back into the seat and turned your attention towards the television.

You fell asleep to the faint sound of Christmas music and the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping over you when your forehead accidentally landed onto his chest. Not that he minded much—he rather liked the way you fit perfectly into him.

The following morning, Tony was the first to stride out, pleasantly surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the couch peacefully, limbs entangled to no return. It was safe to say that he took enough pictures to blackmail the two of you for a lifetime. 

i will love you 'til the end of time i would wait a million years promise you'll remember that you're mine baby, can you see through the tears?

Tony’s parties were a grand spectacle you had the joy of being invited to every year. He claimed it was because he thought you were a fun drunk, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Tony was starting to see you more and more as a close friend—though you presumed he wouldn’t ever admit it.

This year, you appeared in a dark, red velvet suit, crisp white button-up visible just beneath the jacket. The party was already in full swing, music reverberating pleasantly through the room and people milling about with wide smiles and flutes of golden champagne.

You weaved your way through, stopping to greet Natasha and Steve with a flourish, clapping the burly super soldier on the shoulder and bumping your fist playfully against the ex-red room assassin. The both of them wore a deep hue of green today, unintentionally coordinating outfits—even though they were quite the oblivious pair to one another’s feelings, you thought they’d be quite the attractive couple, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.

As Natasha recounted some story of the time Tony messed up one of her missions, your gaze drifted over to the bar, where you saw Sam and Bucky bickering quietly—the former having a wide grin splayed over his lips and the latter wearing a glowering scowl, carding his vibranium arm through his close-cropped hair. The action led you to notice that he had a small red ribbon tied around the metal limb, and you could feel an amused grin tilt at the corner of your glossed lips.

The party drew on—you were whisked away by a handful of your colleagues to play catch up just around a dozen times. It would be quite the understatement to say you were enjoying yourself. Thor’s boisterous laughter seemed to rumble the very ground, Clint challenged you to a game of ‘I bet you can’t flick this olive into that guy’s drink’, and Maria mixed up your drinks for you with surprising ease, sending you a wink when you asked for your fifth sugary beverage in a row. Tony had joined you at one point, nearly black-out drunk, and you had to prop your arm beneath his forehead before he could face-plant against the counter.

A lot happened in such a short span of time, you found yourself bee-lining for the balcony when you gulped down your sixth glass, in need of some fresh air. Outside, the music dampened to a faint echo of its volume inside, and the quiet warped over you like a cold blanket. You sighed in mild relief, rubbing at your sore cheeks gingerly—you weren’t used to smiling this much in just one night.

When the balcony doors squeaked as they gave way for someone else, you looked over your shoulder, eyebrows quirking upwards upon seeing none other than James Buchanan Barnes.

“I’m surprised to see you,” you said quietly. “Didn’t think parties were your forte.”

The suit he wore was a rich shade of navy blue, bringing out the juxtaposing lightness of his irises. That stubble you liked far more than you’d admit brought out the sharpness of his features, giving him a rough edge you knew countered with his tentative and soft personality. You glanced down at the red ribbon tied around his metal bicep, grinning gently. 

“Sam forced me to come,” he replied dismissively, moving forward to stand next to you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat—this close, you could see the subtle flush of rouge creep over his skin. “You look great. Really great.”

A warm sensation flooded your chest and your nose wrinkled as you looked towards him in muted delight. “You look good, too, Bucky. Blue really is your color.”

Bucky rather liked the way he could see the stars in your eyes. 

After a considerably lengthy period of ponderous silence, you quietly asked, “Why haven’t you been let out for any public missions? It's all hidden underground stuff you do. You’re an Avenger like the rest of us.”

The fond smile that once graced his mouth melted away at an instant, replaced by the harsh framing of an uncomfortable slant. You immediately regretted asking the question, about to tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to answer before he cut you to the chase and said, “You know why.”

Disappointment unfurled within your ribcage, like a roll of paper stretched taut. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.” You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, so you wrapped your hand over the coldness of his vibranium wrist, clutching it tightly and watching him with keen eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this, for the record. I hope you know that, Bucky. You deserve the entire world and I hope people start to look past the actions of someone you were also a victim to.”

Bucky had so much he wanted to say, but the words were lodged in his throat. He found himself nodding to your words, allowing a meek smile to crack through his stony disposition. No more words needed to be said, and the two of you parted ways with the sort of comforting silence that could be shared with only people who’ve seen too much for a single lifetime.

love you more than those bitches before say you'll remember (oh baby) say you'll remember, oh baby ooh i will love you 'til the end of time

Rumors spread around the compound rather quickly. You had just come back from a rather rough mission, dropping your long-range firearms into the storage room when you heard two other agents gossiping feverishly in the corner. Knowing it was none of your business, you quickly put away your weapons and strode out, but you couldn’t help overhearing Bucky’s name being thrown out between the two. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pressed yourself against the wall and listened just enough for you to catch what they were discussing.

He went on a date. And not just any regular date. The first one in decades. 

Blinking in mild shock, you made your way to your quarters, yearning to wash off all the blood and dirt that rendered your skin sticky and uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until the late hours of the night you bumped into the super soldier in the kitchen. You were washing your dirty dishes from a couple hours ago when you made dinner for yourself, sighing in annoyance at the dried leftovers that clung to the ceramics. 

“What’s the point of living in a multimillion dollar compound if there’s no fancy tech to wash my dishes for me?” you hissed scathingly under your breath, using your shoulder to knock away a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes. “Stupid broken dishwasher. Didn’t Tony say he’d get that looked at a week ago? Bet he completely forgot.”

Your grumbling was interrupted when you heard the fridge door open. Pivoting by the waist to see who it was, a string of colorful curses fell from your lips when soap suds dribbled from your arms and all over your shirt, iridescent bubbles now lining your pajamas. 

“Seems like you’re having a bad day,” Bucky said from the fridge, now moving towards the cupboards to grab a glass for the carton of orange juice in his hands. “Can’t say I’m better off, though.”

“Yeah?” you asked with an amused edge, quickly turning back around to rinse off your soapy hands and dishes. Ripping off a kitchen towel to dab at the soap on your shirt, you glanced back up at him. “Heard you had a date.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably. It was only then that you realized that he was still wearing a crisp suit—no doubt he had just come back fresh from his night out. “It, uhm, didn’t go so well.”

“Sorry to hear that, Bucky.” Sensing that he’d rather be talking about literally anything else, you nodded once and swiftly changed the subject. “I was just about to start a new show. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.”

The tired glint to his eyes seemed to wane away as he shot you a grateful beam. “That sounds amazing, honestly. I could use the distraction.”

It was certainly a strange sight—a SHIELD agent in a poorly-dried soapy shirt sitting beside one of the most famous ex-assassins in the world, who just so happened to be wearing a fancy date suit. You turned on the TV wordlessly, lips only faintly twitching upwards when he settled into his seat further, flesh arm coming round over the back of the couch to land over your shoulders, tugging you into his side. 

“You are ridiculously wet right now,” he commented with all but a straight face, eyes flickering down to your still-damp shirt and hands, which made you snort unattractively.

“Gee, Bucky. Didn’t know we were at that stage yet.”

The super soldier appeared affronted for a moment at what you were implying before he quickly began backtracking, “I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”

“I know,” you chuckled, patting his knee consolingly. Then, you turned your attention back to the screen. “I hope you don’t mind animated shows.”

“You kidding me? I was a huge fan in the forties. Snow White was all the rage back then,” Bucky hummed, fingers flexing experimentally on your bicep. It took all you had in you not to preen with delight at how comfortable he was with physical touch with you, so you settled on tucking your knees up to your chest and shuffling even closer to him.

A brilliant smile spread over your features. “I love it when you talk about the forties. It’s like I’m looking through a window of your life before… before everything,” you said quietly before shifting about one last time to make yourself more comfortable.

The episode was brightly colorful, exuberant in both visuals and dialogue. He often found himself in awe at the wonderful animation and spectacular voice acting, enthralled whenever you made small comments on the plot—something he knew you were just doing to subtly check if he was enjoying himself as well. 

One gripe he did have, however, was the fact that there were far too many jokes and references that Bucky couldn’t really understand. At first, he didn’t want to ask you because you seemed to be enjoying yourself—but after the first few, you seemed to realize that he wasn’t catching on and from then you’d pause the show to quickly explain some of the obscure pop culture references. 

“Scooby Doo is a famous mystery show that was super big around the 80s and 90s,” you whispered over to him. “Just in case you didn’t know.” 

Bucky could feel his heart lurch in its steady pace. He wasn’t entirely used to someone considering his own enjoyment in general—much less for something as mundane as watching a show. You were just so… nice. So nice that it left a yearning sort of ache within Bucky’s chest that he couldn’t exactly place. 

“Thanks,” he hoarsely muttered and you only responded with a half-minded hum, hand somehow finding its way back to his knee.

God, you were going to be the death of him.

Eventually, the episode ended and the credits rolled by, the wind-chime music tinkling in the background as you stretched your limbs with a weak groan, followed by an audible yawn you hid behind a fist. You blinked away the sleepy tears and shot him a reluctant watery smile.

“I better call it a night. Got some meetings tomorrow I have to lead.” After a tentative pause, you tacked on, “It was really nice being with you tonight. I, uhm, I hope this took your mind off of things, even if it was temporary.”

The corner of his lips slanted upwards. “It was great, really. Do you think we could… do it again sometime?”

Oh, it was like you could feel your heart melting through the bones of your ribcage. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d love that!” you breathily said a little too quickly, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “I, uh—g’night, Bucky.”

Bucky couldn’t understand just how easy it was for you to suddenly lean over and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your lips brushed over his stubble, nose bumping softly against his cheekbone. He could smell you—lavender and dish soap infiltrating his senses. Nearly short circuiting, he remained as still as a statue, only forcing himself to lift a hand to stiffly wave goodbye when you promptly hauled yourself onto your feet, turned on the heel, and padded down the hall to your room. He watched you go with slightly parted lips accompanied by a longing stare. 

Hours later, now retired into the privacy of his room, moonlight spilling white through the windows and onto the cold floors, Bucky could still feel the burning imprint of your lips on his skin. He wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night, plagued by nightdreams of how your smile would feel molded against his.

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[vviolynn]

Bucky: *Staring at Y/N*

Y/N: *Catches Bucky staring*

Bucky: *Smiles*

Bucky: *Looks away*

Y/n: 🦋🦋🦋

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[sarahowritesostucky]

After 15 years, James Barnes returns to town and throws a wrench in your marriage of convenience

The fic:

Being damaged goods and all, you know you got lucky with your husband: a good man who wanted to marry you, who's taken you in and ignored your past and taken care of you. You're damn lucky things've turned out so well, and even though you don't love him, you get along pretty well in the nice house he's put you in, the comfortable life he's given you. You love him for that, at least.

But when your high school sweetheart, James, appears one day--your husband's new hire for a stableman, you run into the biggest temptation of your life. You've both changed so much in the past fifteen years, you're both damaged, but the fire is still there. God help you, it's still there.

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[cap-winter-barnes]

Ghosted (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death & violence. Also some swearing.

You’ve been on missions before but nothing like this. It was an ambush. A trap. The second you all stepped out of the helicarrier, you were met with gunfire from every direction. You were outnumbered, massively so, even despite the abilities of the team. Steve and Tony were struggling to hold off the larger guns, their shields providing only enough protection to keep them in the air or on their feet. Wanda was trying her best to protect everyone with her powers, but with the amount of people she was trying to shield, her abilities were being tested.

Bucky was by your side, always one step ahead of you, quite literally. You’ve been close ever since he returned from Wakanda and became a part of the team. He took to you quickly, almost like you were friends before, yet you had never met. You just understood each other, related to each other. Bucky was determined to be the best he could be, for you. Steve didn’t seem as concerned about him anymore, spending more time with Sharon, or moping around thinking about Peggy. Bucky was a distant thought in the back of his mind now. Yet to you, Bucky is everything. The first thought in the morning and your last thought as you fall asleep. Both of you spend any waking moment you can together, whether that be catching Bucky up on the years that have passed during his captivity or simply reading a book in each others company.

His aim is as perfect as ever, yet as you fight hand to hand with the men and women trying to pick the team off one by one, you have a feeling of foreboding. A horrible feeling in your gut that something is about to go horribly wrong. Your abilities have been unreliable over the last few months, you have no reason as to why, yet your intermittent visions that show you the near future have been inaccurate or completely absurd. But flickering in your mind is the image of blood coating your hands, the ground. Your team are gone, nowhere to be seen and silence follows. You continue fighting as you try to ignore this inconvenient imagery in your head. You can hear voices, imaginary voices, bouncing around your skull, threatening and growing in volume. They’re threatening you, Steve, Tony but your biggest concern is that they are threatening Bucky. Threatening to set him back to the Winter Soldier, threatening his death and a whole other world of pain if you don’t provide them with government secrets. Secrets you aren’t even privy to.

Suddenly as is hearing a secret order, the bullets stop firing and your enemies retreat. There is only silence, and you all stop in your tracks. Tony removes his helmet, looking as confused as everyone else.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve stands breathless next to him, shaking his head at the sudden disappearance of your enemies.

“I don’t understa-“

“Ah, The Avengers. What an honour!”! An echoing voice resounds around the desolate land in which you stand. “I can finally say I have stood in the presence of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.” A deep chuckle follows, sending shivers down your spine, the hair on the nape of your neck standing on end. Bucky senses your unease and moves closer to your side, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“And who do we have the honour of meeting, oh great one.” Even in a moment like this, Tony can’t help but great their enemies with a hint of sarcasm and patronising tone.

“Who I am, is not important, Stark. What is important is what I am.”

“Which is? It’s sort of difficult to tell when we can’t see what you look like.” Again, this man has no regard for the situation. Bucky tightens his grip on your hand. He mentally sends you a message, something you’ve been working on for months and something only you two are capable of doing.

‘It’s going to be alright, we’ve got this doll.’ You glance sideways at him with a tight lipped smile.

“Have you Sergeant Barnes? Will it be alright?” A sick feeling settles in your stomach. How? How could this being hear that? An unspoken sentiment between you both, how was it intercepted? “Ah, your little doll can’t grasp my powers.” The dark chuckle that accompanies their words causing your body to involuntarily shake as you try to block out your thoughts. “If you’re so sure of your talents, Sergeant. Prove your worth.”

Bucky flinches as his super-soldier hearing picks up something in the distance. But his hearing isn’t quick enough. Before he has even raised his gun, his body is knocked backwards with force. Pain shoots through your body as he is ripped from your grasp. Everything moves in slow motion as you turn to help him as the rest of the team circle you, providing cover. As you turn to Bucky, the blood freezes in your body.

“James?” Your voice is quiet, broken as you take in the sight of his body. “JAMES!” You fall to the ground next to him, hands moving to his neck to feel for a pulse. His bullet-proof vest is badly damaged, blood seeping through his suit into the ground below. His metal arm is spattered with his own blood, wires and connectors visible as the outer covering has torn away. What power could this being possibly possess that could tear through Vibranium like this? “James, please.” Your fingers press into his pulse point, yet you feel nothing. “JAMES!” Nothing. His pulse is still, his chest unmoving. You grab at his flesh arm, fingers pressing into his inner wrist. Nothing.

“Tony. Tony we need medical aid. TONY, PLEASE!”

“Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, we will meet again.” There is an ear-splitting boom, that leaves everyone temporarily dazed. Yet when they recover, they stumble haphazardly to your aid.

“Y/N you’re bleeding.” Wanda points out that your arm is badly cut, a result of the shot that missed you by mere inches.

“I don’t care about me. Just help him please.” There are tears falling down your cheeks, leaving tracks through the dirt that covers your face. “Please, I can’t lose him.”

Steve grabs you as Tony moves in to provide medical care to the best of his ability. The helicarrier returning to evacuate you all and take you home. But what is home without Bucky? “Steve, let me go.” You try desperately to keep ahold of Bucky’s hand. “Steve let me go. Let me stay with him. He promised, he promised everything would be alright.”

Every other sound and voice around you fades to white noise as Steve drags you further away, lifting you over his shoulder as he carries you into the helicarrier. “JAMES!!” You are hysterical as his body is moved onto the floor of the helicarrier as the team work hard to save him. “I can’t lose you, please.” This last sentence is spoken so quietly, yet Wanda hears you. A sadness creeps into the team as everyone sits silently, Bucky laying motionless and still on the floor. Exhaustion over takes you, the bloodloss from your arm creeping up as you suddenly lose consciousness, your body falling into Steve.

** Two Days Later **

The incessantly sound of beeping immediately causing you discomfort as you awake, followed by the bright white of a hospital grade room. “Wha-“

“Oh good, you’re finally awake. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Tony what the fuck?” He chuckles as he checks your stats on the machine you’re hooked up to.

“You gave us quite a scare there, pumpkin. Real good scare.” As you mind flashes to your last waking moments, the heart monitor next to you begins to go haywire. “Hey, hey, hey. Prince Charming’s okay. He’s alive.”

Your freeze, staring at Tony with hopeful, pleading eyes. “Wha- How?”

“He’s a lucky bastard, that’s the only explanation I have. Clinically he was dead. Yet he lives. Whatever is in the super serum they gave him, he’s indestructible. Apparently. Don’t think you’d let me put that up to the test though.”

“Absolutely not. Can I- Can I see him?”

“Sure buttercup, but I’ll be wheeling you down there, not risking you fainting on us again.”

Tony wheels you down to Bucky’s room in a wheelchair, which if this is the only way you can see him quicker, you’ll accept it. As you enter his room, Bucky perks up at the sound of the door sliding open.

“Doll?” Bucky lurches forwards trying to remove himself from his bed.

“Ah, down soldier. You’re on bed rest for the foreseeable.” Tony scolds him and yet for a rare occurrence, Bucky lies back in the hospital bed. A soft sigh leaving his lips as he takes in your appearance.

“Don’t ever do that to me again Barnes, I thought you were dead.” Tears well in your eyes as you take in the sight of him without his metal arm attached, upper body wrapped in bandages, a nasty new section of scar tissue visible up his neck. “Wh-“

“Yeah, whatever this guy used, it stops the super healing process. Barnes here has some healing to do for the first time in a while.”

“Doll, I’ll be alright. Some bed rest might do me some good for once.” You can’t believe he’s making jokes so soon after practically dying but you’re just happy to see him smiling and alive for that matter.

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[foreverindreamlandd]

Awake My Soul • 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 3.9k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Angst! Mentions of blood, needles, past torture, strokes, heart attacks, gruesome unaliving. Self deprecating Bucko I spent SO much time working out the logistics of this chapter and I really freaking hope I nailed it to some degree lol.

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

Bruce led you to the lab, not saying a word as you walked down the hallways of the boarding school. 

Peter was at one of the tables, working on the same black metal object that you had only gotten brief glances of during previous visits.

Usually, he would cover it up as soon as he caught wind of your arrival. But this visit was unexpected, and Peter wasn’t paying attention, so he didn’t notice that you were here and had a direct view of his project. 

You were still a bit far away from it, but the longer you stared, the more you were able to make out details. It wasn’t just black; you could see lines of gold weaving throughout the piece. But that was just a minor revelation compared to the moment you realized what exactly you were looking at.

It was an arm.

“Peter,” Bruce said, and Peter shot up, covering the arm as he usually did, his face going beet red at the realization that you must have been there a while. “Can you give us the room, please?”

He nodded. “Sure thing. I should probably go to bed now anyway, seeing that it’s…” he looked at a clock nearby and groaned, “six in the morning. I gotta stop pulling these all-nighters.” With one last smile to you and a salute to Bruce, he jogged out of the room.

As soon as he was out of sight, Bruce walked over to the door and shut it, and you heard the click of a lock.

Your nails dug into the inside of your palms.

“Everything okay, Doc?” you asked, trying to sound calm.

Bruce stared at you for a second, eyes hard and unrecognizable. Then, he walked over to his main work station toward a microscope.

“I feel like a science teacher again as I say this, but I want you to know that you’re not in trouble. For now,” he added, forcing a smile. “But I need you to promise to me that you’re going to be completely and fully honest while answering the questions I have for you. Otherwise, I’m going to have to ask Sam to kick you out of camp.”

It was as if you had been punched in the gut by Yelena a thousand times over, this pain washing over you. The dread, the panic, the fear.

“Y/n, I don’t want you to leave,” he said, gaze softening at your distress. “I just want to understand. I want to help you.”

There’s no helping me, Bruce, you thought.

Still, a part of you had always known this day would come, and you were grateful for the amount of time you had. That wasn’t going to make it any less devastating to have to leave.

You nodded, expression solemn. “What exactly do you know, then?”

He looked back to the microscope, pulling out the slide.

There was a black, liquid, moving specimen on it.

“I want to first say that I had and have no malicious intent going through with all of this,” he said, almost sounding sheepish, his eyes glued to the sample. “It started the first day you arrived and I saw the….marks left behind by Hydra. You didn’t want to have your blood drawn to check for infection, and I was led to believe that it was for a different reason.” His eyes flashed up to you and you looked to your hands in shame.

“I thought you had developed a trigger response to needles, which might still be true, but I’m assuming the main reason was that you didn’t want me to know what was going on within your bloodstream.”

You nodded, looking up. “How’d you get the sample?” You were genuinely curious.

He sighed. “I pulled it from the bandages and tools used to patch you up. Again, it wasn’t because I thought you couldn’t be trusted, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. But then I ran it through the system and everything was going haywire. I thought my machines were broken, but it was just a component they had no idea how to read.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’m special and unique?” you asked, trying to make a joke.

Bruce’s brows lifted slightly. “It’s taken me weeks to break down the components of your blood, testing it with other chemicals to finally understand what was going on.”

He looked at the slide, then back at you, and you knew he had figured it out. 

This was it. There was no coming back from this moment. 

“Y/n, you’re immune, aren’t you?”

You wiped away a tear that had suddenly slid down your cheek, then nodded.

Bruce bit his bottom lip. “Have you always been?”

You shook your head no.

“So….Hydra did this?”

You nodded again and Bruce cursed.

“How did they…what did they-”

“What didn’t they, is the real question,” you said, voice almost too quiet to hear. “They stuck us with every kind of chemical they could create. There was this crazy scientist named Zola who was trying to fuck around with zombie and human DNA. The boss wanted something to protect him, and a way to stop all of this once he had achieved his psychotic dream of taking full control over the world. The shit they developed was intense, and most people ended up having strokes or heart attacks within minutes of receiving a single dose.”

Bruce didn’t pressure you into continuing as silence filled the lab, you focusing on controlling your breathing.

After a few seconds, you went on.

“There were some that managed to survive the serum, and they were brought into the next phase of testing. They’d stick them in a room with a walker to get bitten. The most successful one of them lasted only two hours before turning….until….”

“Until you,” Bruce finished.

You nodded, forcing away the memory of that day you were locked in the room. The zombie slowly, tauntingly walking toward you, the blinding pain as it stuck its teeth into your skin. 

“Until me.”

He took off his glasses, resting them on top of his head as he processed this confirmation. “So, your blood has the cure to end this.”

You gave him a sad smile. “Based on all the research you’ve done, Doc, I have a feeling you already know it isn’t that simple.”

He nodded. “I figured, mainly because it didn’t make sense as to why you wouldn’t have told us yet.”

“Maybe I’m super selfish and didn’t want to share my special blood with everyone?”

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly and he shook his head. “Maybe at first, but now I know you would do anything for any of us. If there was a chance you could save us from this nightmare, you would in a heartbeat.”

His unexpected kindness caused a fresh sting of tears in your eyes and you nodded.

Bruce raised the slide up, your focus going back to the black liquid.

“This is supposed to be my blood mixed with yours. However, as soon as I combined the two….yours incinerated mine.”

Your thumb scratched at your palm and you closed your eyes, allowing this next memory to consume you, as it did most nights. 

“They made me watch as they tested my blood on Thea. She didn’t last five minutes before the black veins started bulging out of her face and blood began dripping out of her eyes, and all I would do was watch her life get ripped out of her body because of me,” you choked back a sob as her agonizing moans crept into your mind. “They made me watch as I killed my friend. And then they made me watch as it did the same thing to ten other people.”

Bruce’s hand rested on your shoulder, and you hadn’t even realized that he had approached while you were talking. “You didn’t kill those people, Y/n.”

Your eyes opened and you whipped your head up at him, tears streaming down your face. “Didn’t I, though? It was my blood that made them suffer so badly that their bodies gave out. They all died because I’m some sort of freak whose DNA is somehow compliant to the shit Hydra cooked up. And now I get to fucking live through this, and I’m immune to this horrible, deadly shit that has ruined the world which means I get to watch as it continues to take those I care about.”

Arms wrapped around you and you collapsed into Bruce, sobbing uncontrollably. 

He didn’t say anything as you broke down, just rubbed your back in comfort, waiting patiently as you let go of what you had been holding in for months.

It was a cruel type of loneliness that you were now forced to live with. The one person who had the key to getting rid of this mess, only to find a door without a handle.

Minutes passed before you were able to calm down, taking one last deep breath before pulling away, and Bruce moved to grab you a tissue.

“Thanks,” you said with a small smile. After wiping your eyes, you looked back at him nervously. “So what happens now? Are you going to tell everyone?”

Bruce paused, putting his glasses back on. “I think it should be you. I know you’re thinking that they’re going to turn on you, but we all care about you, Y/n. You’re family, and there shouldn’t be secrets between us, especially one of this scale. You shouldn’t have to be alone in this.”

You nodded. For the most part, you knew he was right. Almost everyone would be understanding and supportive.

With the exception of one person. The one you had spent weeks working toward earning their trust. And now it was going to go up in flames.

“Does it have to be now?” you asked meekly. “I promise I will, but just having one person know is already so overwhelming. I just….I want some time to gear up for it.”

Bruce pursed his lips, then bobbed his head up and down. “I’ll keep quiet until you feel ready. But until then…I gotta be honest, I still think there’s something we can do to create a cure with your blood. Maybe there’s a factor we’re missing, something we can do to somewhat neutralize it so that there isn’t a rejection from the new host.”

“No way,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m not risking anyone’s lives here to test a theory.”

“And I’m not going to risk theirs either,” he lifted the slide back up. “There are more humane ways to test serums than just injecting them to unwilling subjects. I can continue testing it on samples of my blood in a petri dish. We’re not going to put it into a person’s body until we are certain it's safe.”

“Certain, Bruce. I need a 100% guarantee.”

He put a hand to his heart. “1000%, I promise.”

You shrugged. “Well then, I guess as long as you promise not to strap me to a chair and cut me open against my will…might as well try to make the most out of a shitty situation.”

Bruce smiled, then put the slide down and pulled you in for another hug.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/n,” he said as he stood back.

For a moment, you swore you almost believed him.

Bucky paced outside the door, shaking his head side to side as if it was the only direction his neck could move.

He felt sick to his stomach, mind racing with anxious thoughts.

Cool it Barnes, he thought to himself, running his right hand over his hair. Just fucking go in there and get this over with.

He knew he was going to have to face it sooner than later. Still, that didn’t stop him from lingering with Bruce and Peter in the lab for a few extra hours…just to get more adjusted he insisted.

For months, he had convinced himself that it wasn’t going to happen. That it was just some pipe dream he could joke about without any consequences such as motivating Parker into bringing it into existence. He never thought that it would work, and what that would mean afterward.

How the others were going to react to it.

Only one way to find out.

Bucky stopped pacing, and took a deep breath.

Then, he reached out with his left hand and opened the door to go inside.

It was a normal evening for everyone else, grouped together at their preferred tables, either eating in silence or joking around with smiles on their faces. 

AJ was the first to notice, his eyes widening as he grabbed Morgan’s arm to get her attention. The small gasp she let out alerted the others and suddenly all eyes were on Bucky.

Specifically, his left arm.

The metal piece hung heavy on his side, a slight ache in his shoulder from not being used to carry the weight. He looked down to find the black and gold fingers twitching nervously, which was a weird sensation. To know that this thing was a part of him, reacted to the conscious and subconscious instructions from his brain, but he couldn’t actually feel the fingers moving.

When he looked back up, everyone was still staring, and his gaze swept across the room meeting the shocked faces of his family.

He intentionally started at the opposite end of the room from where you normally sat, because he was terrified of seeing your reaction to this thing that now made him even more of a freak.

It infuriated Bucky how much your opinion about this change mattered to him. Ever since he had given you that stupid book and seen that stupid sparkle in your stupid eyes and you wrapped your stupid arms around him, something had shifted.

And now the idea of you being disgusted in or afraid of this metal arm attached to his body made his entire body ache.

This was a mistake, he thought, blood roaring in his ears. I should ask Parker to take it off and we can pretend like this never happened.

His eyes finally made it to your table, and then onto you, Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed bile down his throat.

You held his gaze for a few moments, and Bucky was almost certain you were trying to somehow reach into his brain and read his thoughts. It was a look you gave him often, one that made him feel exposed, vulnerable, excited.

There was no fear in your eyes, though. No judgment, no disgust. They were soft, as if admiring this new part of him.

Bucky felt something in his chest ignite.

Then, suddenly, your lips turned downward and you cocked your head to the side with an overly impressed look, lifting your hand to give him a thumbs up.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Does this mean you can finally be assigned dish duty, Barnes?” Dum Dum asked, lifting his dirty ladle in the air with a mischievous grin.

Bucky huffed out a small laugh as the rest of the room relaxed, a few of them chuckling at Dum Dum’s joke.

He raised his metal arm in the air and flipped Dum Dum off in response.

“You okay over there, Beefcake?” you asked, staring at his huddled form in the corner.

He jumped, glaring at you as he quickly wiped underneath his eye. “Fuck off, sweetheart.”

You gave him a smug grin. “Looks like someone can’t handle Song of Achilles either, aye?”

“I hate you so much,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t realize books made you so emotional,” you said, repeating the words he had taunted you with a few days before when you were weeping through the last few chapters of the novel he now held in his hands.

“This book shouldn’t be allowed to exist,” he said, ignoring your jab and wiping his eyes again. “Miller is a monster.”

You nodded. “Too bad the book is so fantastic you can’t put it down.”

He groaned. “It’s so fucking good.” The book lowered to the ground and his head leaned against the tower post, turning his head to you with a small smile. “I’ve never had a book do this to me. Ever.��

“It’s an incredible feeling, isn’t it?” you asked, smile growing.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “What, like I just lost a piece of my soul and that I might actually be sad forever?” His smile widened slightly. “Yeah. It is.”

“Don’t worry, Beefcake, I’ll send more soul shattering books your way as soon as you finish this one.”

He scowled. “No way, I’m going to need a comfort read after going through this shit.”

“You mean a fluffy rom-com? You got it,” you said, winking.

A groan left the large man across from you and he shook his head, picking his book back up and the two of you continued reading in silence.

A small hiss made you look up as you caught Bucky massaging his left shoulder, face contorted in pain.

“You okay?” you asked.

He nodded. “Just gets a little sore sometimes. Not used to the weight.”

“I’m sorry.” 

The genuineness in your voice caught Bucky off guard and he gave you a closed mouth smile. “‘S okay. I’ve had worse.”

You nodded, feeling a spark of courage from him opening up a bit. It had only been a few days since Bucky got the arm and you had been fighting back the urge to bombard him with questions, desperate to know how he was doing with all of this. Now, you couldn’t keep them in.

“Other than the soreness, how does it feel?”

He sat on that question. “Fucking weird. I mean, it’s nice to have the extra mobility and to have a part of me that’s been missing for so long back. But…it’s still a metal arm.”

“So…you weren’t always….”

“Missing an arm? No.” He breathed out a small laugh, putting the book down again and wiggling his metal fingers.

“What happened?”

He let out a long sigh. “It happened five years ago, right around the time that shit started going down. Steve and I were on our own at that point. Our….no one else had made it.” 

Your heart broke at the thought of his sister, Becca.

“We got trapped in an abandoned gas station, and suddenly there were walkers surrounding us. I pushed Steve along as we fought our way through the building, and one of them managed to land a bite on my arm. I wanted to fall back, to give up and stay behind so that Steve could have a chance to be free, but that punk just grabbed my hand and dragged me along until we were out.”

His nose twitched and he cleared his throat. “We uh…we ran for a bit, but I knew I didn’t have much time. The black veins were spreading from the bite, and I knew it was basically over. But Stevie was determined.” He let out an annoyed laugh. “We found an empty house and he searched the garage until he found an ax…”

“Oh my god,” you breathed out.

“I’ll never forget the look on his face that day. The shame, the determination…and I’ll never forget the pain. He tried to patch me up best he could but it was a bad situation. If Bruce and Tony hadn’t shown up then, well…”

Then you wouldn’t be next to a person you cared for more than you ever thought possible.

“I can’t believe you lived through that,” you said, blinking back tears.

He shrugged. “Guess I’ve always been stubborn.”

The two of you shared a small chuckle.

“So you and Steve were friends before the invasion?”

He nodded. “Since we were kids. He’s basically- was basically my brother.”

“Sounds like he was quite a guy.”

Bucky clenched his jaw as well as both his fists, and he let out a faint grunt in response before pulling the book back up. You took that as your cue to let it go and you lifted your own book back up.

Minutes passed before Bucky spoke again. “By the way, you’re going on your first supply run the day after tomorrow.”

Your stomach dropped and you whipped your head over at him. “I am?”

His brows shot up. “You scared, Sweetheart?”

You glared at him. “Never, Beefcake. I’m just more worried about how depressed you’ll be sitting up here on your own without your favorite person keeping you company.”

He shook his head with an exasperated look. “Well, you won’t have to worry about that. I’m going with you.”

“You are?” you asked, sitting up a little straighter in excitement. “But wait, you went on the last one. That doesn’t fit into the rotation-”

“I asked Sam to let me go with you,” he said, and you caught redness creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. “Only because I still don’t trust you and want to make sure you don’t run off and tell someone about camp.”

You cocked your head down and gave him a look, fighting back a smile. “Sure, Beefcake. Whatever you say.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Whatever. Point is, we’re going. Yelena will cover our watch while we’re gone. We’ll leave at dawn.”

You nodded, and as soon as his attention was back on his book, you finally allowed the smile to form on your face.

Bucky was already leaning against the brick wall as you approached, his arms crossed and his right foot leaning back against the solid structure.

You tightened your hold on the strap of your backpack, nerves fluttering through your body.

It’s fine. This was your whole life before coming here. You’ll be fine.

And now you’ll have someone there to keep you safe.

Someone you still haven’t told a secret that might make him actually try and kill you instead of just joking about it.

It’ll be fine.

It would be fine. Though it still wasn’t perfect, your relationship with Bucky was way better than it was the first time you walked through that gate. Maybe this trip would be a chance for a bond to form.

Maybe this could be your chance to tell him everything.

Maybe…

As soon as he caught you walking toward him, Bucky nodded, standing straight.

“Since when do you carry a bow?” he asked, brows knitting together as the left corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Since the fiasco at the wall where shooting an arrow at a walker would have been way smarter than catapulting myself onto an unstable branch.”

“Fair enough,” he responded, leaning down to grab his own bag.

You stood at the center of the gate as Bucky entered the code to open it, and the metal bars creaked open.

He walked through, then stopped, turning to you.

“You ready, Sweetheart?”

You swallowed, keeping your eyes on his as you took your first few steps outside the camp.

“Always, Beefcake,” you murmured.

Chapter 8

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One time thing

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“What do you love about me?” Y/n questioned, playing with his locks as he laid his head on their lap. “Uh...” he thought, taking a deep breath and his face changing, unconsciously biting his lip. “You can’t think of a single thing?” Y/n teased, poking his cheek as he rolled his eyes playfully and moved their hand away. “No, just give me a second to think.” he asked, missing the lovestruck smile Y/n gave, watching as his brain worked. A silence swept over as he thought, his hand intertwining with theirs.

“I guess...everything?” he responded making Y/n laugh at his wholesomeness. “That’s not an answer, you moron.” they joked, Bucky sitting up and sitting next to them now. He smirked, pulling them into his lap. “I don’t know what you’re asking.” he pretended, Y/n scoffing at his behaviour as he watched in amusement and how annoyed they were getting at him. “Be specific, dumbass. What about me makes you think ‘wow, this person is amazing!’ “. they huffed, Bucky’s eyes glistening as the massive grin settled on his face, his full attention on his lover in front of him. “There’s a lot to list.” he responded, holding his hands up in defence. It wasn’t a lie - everything made him fall more in love, all their traits, personality, looks and insecurities and even their flaws. He loved them all in their own ways just like they had with him.

“Ugh, you’re insufferable. You just can’t think of anything.” Y/n taunted, Bucky frowning at the words. They grinned at him, pecking his cheek as he tightened his grip around their waist. “Okay, just give me a few more seconds to think.” he smiled, making circles on Y/n’s back. “My patience is wearing thin.” Y/n groaned as he took forever, the room going silent. They didn’t really care, they nuzzled their head into his chest, pressing delicate kisses along his collarbone and where his arm attached to him, sending him crazy. It was nice to be in his touch again after being apart for so long. “Why are we doing this again?” Bucky questioned, holding back his laughter. They let out a groan, lightly tapping his shoulder. “You’re pissing me off. I’m gonna take a nap.” they huffed, closing their eyes and Bucky letting out his laugh. “Fine. Sleep well.” he bit back, smirking as he knew they wouldn’t. “See you later, I guess.” they pouted, Bucky frowning as he watched them get comfy, actually going to sleep.

“Wait.” He spoke up, breaking the haze that had swept over, gaining their attention. “Hmm?” they answered, looking up and pressing a kiss to his jawline. “I love your laugh.” he started, getting interrupted by Y/n like always. “That’s it? You can do better than that.” they reminded, Bucky getting back at them by doing the same thing to them. “Shut up and let me finish.” he ordered, butterflies swarming in their stomach as they saw the way he was looking at them. “Fine.” they answered quietly, taking a deep breath.

“I love the way you kick back your head when you laugh. It feels...genuine. I like how you giggle at the stupidest things ever because seeing you smile makes me do the same.” he confessed, his eyes never leaving theirs, not even once making them fall even harder. “When you’re done hysterically laughing, I love how you make eye contact with me and give me the loveliest smile in the world. It makes me feel...” he paused, trying to think of the words and how to finish it. “Makes you feel what?” they encouraged, curious to know what it was he was going to say. “Comfortable. I feel safe and comfortable. Because even if the rest of my world is shattering, I’ll always have you smiling at me.” Bucky admitted, pressing a kiss to their lips which they gladly returned. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was enough to convey the love between the soulmates.

“Was that so hard?” Y/n grinned as they pulled apart, making him groan and mutter about something to do with them ruining the moment. “Shut up. That was a one-time thing.” he joked, kissing them again and peppering their face with soft kisses making them laugh. “I wouldn’t mind it happening a couple more times.” They admitted, poking his chest with their finger as it rumbled with his chuckles. “Don’t count on it. You were just being annoying and I gave in.” he teased back, pretending to be fine now as they stopped ‘annoying’ him. Truth is, there was nothing he loved more in the world than that. “But you love how I annoy you, don’t you?” they bragged, looking down as their cheeks heated up, knowing Bucky had seen. “Yeah...” he agreed, his hand gently pulling their head up so they met eyes.

“I really do.”

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Rooftop Conversations

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Bucky sat on top of the Avengers Tower in New York overlooking the night skyline. This was a place of solitude, a place to be left alone. A place where he could gather his thoughts, or leave them alone. In a city and a world where everyone knows who you are, the rooftop made Bucky feel so small. 

There weren’t many people he could rely on. Not many people he trusted, and trusted to show his full self at that. In this current time of life, he was alone in this world. Sure, he had Steve and Sam. But currently, his newest friend was the newest addition to the team, Y/N Y/L/N. She was a bright and loving person. A ray of sunshine and hope throughout all the horrible things the team sees on day-to-day bases. She started training with him when she arrived. Her skills were similar to his, especially with the knives. 

He grew fond of her. Every morning she would have coffee with him on the covered balcony. Enjoying the silence, and the crisp morning air. She was the sweetest on the team and the most kindest person he knew. She was thoughtful of everyone. Her motto was everyone first, me last. That’s just how she was.

“Y/N.” Bucky stated, not looking up to meet her eyes.

“James.” She stated, sitting next to him. She would only call him by his first name when they were alone—something sweet between them. 

“How’s the weather been up here? Down on street level, it's pretty cold.” She placed sunglasses on her face, turning to look at him.

“Hm. Cool, but warm from the sun.” Bucky said. “I like this temperature. Don’t miss the Siberian weather.” He said lowly. 

She knew he didn’t like to talk about his Winter Soldier years. It was traumatic, but through his trauma, he was healing. That’s all she ever wants for him. Bucky loved when she would notice the little things about him. She would sit with him with the lights on if he woke up from a nightmare. If he had a bad mental day, she would make him hot tea. If he just needed a day to get out of the tower and breathe, she would then take him to her favorite bagel shop and the dog park. It was these little things that mattered. 

“Name five colors you see.” Y/N asked Bucky.

He sighed gently, shaking his head. “Blue, gray, brown, tan, white.” He answered.

“Good. Five scents?” She asked again.

“Dirt, gravel, plastic, coffee… coconut?” Buck replied, looking at her.

“My lotion.” Y/N chuckles. “Last one, five beautiful things?”

“Birds, sunshine, skyline, the water,... you.” Bucky shyly looked over. A blush rose to both of their cheeks as they looked at each other. The sun was setting beautifully behind them. A soft hew of orange and pink showed around them. Bucky took charge and eventually leaned over and softly placed his lips on hers. Not knowing what to do out of shock, Y/N sat there for a few seconds before finally kissing Bucky back. 

Five months passed and their secret relationship continued to grow strong. Rooftop moments were their special place. Whenever they needed each other that wasn’t in a closed-in room like their bedrooms, they’d meet up there. He mentions all the little things she does, but the little things he does is just as sweet. Bucky makes her breakfast every Sunday morning for morning dates on the balcony. Buck sends her little notes of encouragement and loving phrases. He understands that she takes all her energy to be kind and loving to others and doesn’t leave any for herself. He takes that time to re-energize her. Together they were unstoppable, both at home and in the field. Bucky would protect Y/N, and Y/N would protect him. They would partner up as a fake couple on missions, which made everything easier for them. Although they didn’t tell anyone else on the team, they all knew. Bucky was hers, and Y/N’s was his. A bond between the two could never break. Specifically, their rooftop conversations were the best part of their days.

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Sleepless Night

POV: Bucky can't sleep, and it's because he can't stop thinking about you.

A/N: Okay so this was super fluffy and I loved writing it :') it’s a little angsty too because Bucky is so terrified of admitting that he likes you and it makes him go to war with himself.

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Bucky settles onto the hardwood floor. It only takes him a moment to adjust his sheet before he lays flat, taking in deep breaths.

There has always been a layer of anxiety for him when it comes to sleep. He’d already taken all the preliminary measures to set him up for success. Warm shower, deep breathing, drank his nightly warm cup of tea. But he was still nervous it was going to be a rough night.

Since his days with Hydra, Bucky has always had a love-hate relationship with sleep. If he achieved it, it granted him either blank nothingness or horrific nightmares. There was no real incentive for him exactly.

Bucky closes his eyes, attempting to relax his mind.

He had a particularly gruesome day today. A mission that almost went sideways. If it wasn’t for your help back there they would have gotten fried. Sam and him were a good team, but if it wasn’t for you... the fact was you were better at them at seeing blind spots.

Bucky opens his eyes.

Crap, he’s supposed to be relaxing his mind, not thinking about you. Maybe he should just jump right into counting backwards.

He starts in his head. “100, 99, 98, 97...”

The counting reminds him of the clock you used on mission. It was your idea to time exactly when the enemies were exiting the camp. You stopped several threats before it even started because of this technique. It was really smart and saved their behinds from several obstacles.

He should really do something nice for you. Maybe he’ll get you that dessert from that shop near the Shield office you keep talking about.

Ugh, he did it again. He keeps getting distracted. He shifts to his side.

Maybe he should try deep breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, but his mind starts to wander.

Bucky remembers something funny you said. He couldn’t remember exactly what, but it was funny how you said it. Something about Sam acting like a baby once the gunfire started. He chuckles audibly and then tightens his lips.

Bucky sits up, his heart starting to race.

What was going on with him?? Why was he so distracted? And all his thoughts seem to be spiraling always to you.

Yes, he always sort of liked you. But he thought he boxed you away as 'just a co-worker' and nothing more long ago. Apparently not.

He tries to redirect his anger towards you. How could you have infiltrated his mind like this? Why did you do this to him? But then his resentment gives way to guilt. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't help the fact you were so kind, so smart, so sweet. How could you not leave an impact on his mind?

He found himself longing for you. He hated to admit it, but a part of him, the part that was not scared out of his mind about having a crush on you, kind of liked it. He liked thinking about you. It even gave him hope.

A part of him wishes you were with him always, not just on mission but especially right now. He’s almost sure you'd make a good wife. You could comfort him when he had nightmares. He wanted to be there for you too. He imagines holding you after a bad dream; it'd be nice to comfort someone else for a change. He imagines what it might feel like to have you curled up against his back or resting on his chest.

That’s it. He gets up, abandoning his spot on the floor. He starts to pace around the living room, his heavy steps stomping around the quiet room. What did he think these thoughts were going to result in anyway? It's not like he had a chance with you. He was a killer. Nothing could change that.

He gravitates towards his running shoes. He wasn’t getting any sleep tonight, that's for sure. Maybe he could outrun his thoughts.

He laced up his shoes, threw on his joggers and sprinted out into the night.

The cool mist hits his face as he races down the empty street. He tried to only think of running, but the more he tried to not think about you, the more he ended up thinking about you.

He slowed to a stop, almost in tears, doubling over to catch his breath.

"Fine! I have a crush, alright??" he blurts into the night.

As soon as he catches his breath, he runs home, pulling out his journal and jotting down all his thoughts.

I think about her more than I think about myself, alright!!

I worry about her so much whenever she's out of my sight.

She's smart. She's funny. She's kind. I wouldn't change a thing about her. God made her perfect for me.

I can’t stop wondering if she feels the same way about me. I don't deserve her. I know it. But I’d do anything for her.

She can have my heart. She can have everything.

He drops the pen. He feels wounded. Like his chest just ripped open.

He finally admitted it. And that made it real. It meant he wanted you. Needed you. He lays back down on the hardwood floor, covered in a layer of sweat.

Worry clouds his mind as he draws the covers over himself. Did he just ruin his relationship with you? Could he ever look you in the eye the same after admitting his interest in you to himself?

But then the thoughts grow quieter...

He’s almost in tears because a calm comes over him. Not fighting the thought of you allows him to fall into the deepest sleep he’s ever had since before he was the Winter Soldier. And even though he knows that when he awakes he'll want you and he isn't worthy, he will do everything he can to work towards being the man you deserve.

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Innocent

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Prompt - ‘Who you are is not where you've been, you're still an innocent.’

Bucky was glad for the serum running through his veins when he entered his fifth day without any sleep. He could still feel the pull of exhaustion, the heaviness of his bones and the way his eyes stung with the effort to keep prying them open when they fell shut for too long but the serum made it slightly more bearable.

He knew his therapist would tell him it was unhealthy, that he had to deal with this, find ways to cope. He knew Sam would say he had to talk about it, say that he didn’t mind sitting with him and just let Bucky talk until he felt better but he knew there was no feeling better.

How could he feel better? He was alive and his dreams haunted him each night, viciously reminding him of each person he killed, each person that died by his hands without him feeling a single shed of remorse.

He knew logically that wasn’t him, the fact he couldn’t sleep, the fact he felt sick to his stomach was proof that he did feel guilty but it didn’t matter. It had happened and he had done it, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t fight back against HYDRA, he should have, he should’ve been stronger, he should have stopped them.

Now they were gone and Bucky was left alone.

Truly alone.

Steve had left and even though Bucky had sent him off with a pat on the shoulder, had given the man the approval he needed before leaving, it had killed Bucky. It was the first time he had been in his right mind for longer than he could remember and he was alone, his only connection to a life long gone had left him behind.

The Soldier was no longer in his head either, not that he was torn up about that loss. Some days it felt strange, the Soldier had taken up so much space in his mind, he had been the one in control for longer than Bucky had ever been and now it was empty, quiet. Some days Bucky found himself just standing in a room, expecting the Soldier to take the lead only to remember he was alone now.

It was just him.

Sam had tried to help him but it was no good. Bucky pushed him away, not ready to deal with the reality of his life, not ready to accept what had happened to him. He agreed to see the therapist because he had to but she was no help either. Bucky left their sessions feeling worse than he ever had most days.

Still right now he knew he had to do something, sitting on the floor in the quiet of his apartment, the only light in the room coming from the street lights outside. He needed to get out, he didn’t care that it was late, it’s not like he had anywhere to be in the morning.

It took a great effort to pull himself from the floor but he somehow managed it, heading into his bedroom to shrug on a fresh pair of clothes, knowing he hadn’t changed for longer than was acceptable. He’d need a shower too at some point but couldn’t stomach the thought of it just yet.

The cold air hit him as soon as he left his apartment and he was glad for it when he felt more alert. He had no destination in mind, just picked a direction and let his feet carry him. There were plenty of bars open at this time and as much as he wanted to drink until he passed out he knew it was a useless wish, the serum running through him would barely let him feel a buzz from the alcohol, let alone make him forget anything.

Eventually he came across a small hole in the wall cafe. The lights were still on, a soft orange glow leaking out onto the streets and it was empty beside one man typing away at his laptop and two teenagers with papers scattered across their shared table.

He didn’t know what it was about the place but Bucky let his feet carry him to the door, pausing to take a steadying breath before opening the door.

The first thing that hit him was the warmth, a sudden change for the chill outside, then there was the smell. The smell of baked goods floating through the air made Bucky’s shoulders lose some of their tenseness as he stepped into the cafe and let the door close behind him softly.

The pair of teenagers didn’t look up at the sound of the bell, nor did the man typing furiously on his laptop. The only person who acknowledged his presence was a woman who stuck her head out of a door behind the counter, letting him know she’d be just a minute.

Bucky was content to wait, walking towards the counter and looking at the displayed goods, not too filled but there was a good selection especially considering the time. The place was nice too, it reminded him of somewhere he couldn’t quite remember, a memory just out of reach.

The place had a homely feel to it, soft lights instead of harsh white ones lit the space and the place was decorated in pastel colours that complimented each other nicely with bits of greenery littered around the room. For some reason he felt safe here, it could have just been because nobody seemed to recognize him or maybe there was just something about this place.

“Hey,” A voice pulled Bucky from his thoughts and he shook his head slightly before turning his gaze to you. “What can I get for you?”

The first thing Bucky noticed about you was how beautiful you were. You radiated the same kind of warmth the cafe did, smiling at him like he was a friend you’d known for years rather than a complete stranger, like he wasn’t a deadly killer.

He couldn’t tell if you knew him, most people did whether it was because they’d learnt about Bucky Barnes, best friend to Captain America or they’d see the news stories about the Winter Soldier. You didn’t flinch, didn’t pause, didn’t stare at him or gawk, didn’t take a step back. You just smiled at him as you leaned on the counter top waiting for him to reply.

It had been a long time since Bucky had spoken to somebody who didn’t know what he had done, to somebody who’s immediate first reaction upon meeting him wasn’t to run as fast as they could away from him.

“Um, a coffee please.” Bucky forced himself to say, suddenly aware of how croaky and dry his voice was after going days without talking to anybody.

“Sure thing, nothing to eat?” You asked, the smile never leaving your lips as you moved to start making his coffee for him.

Now that you mentioned it he couldn’t exactly remember when the last time he had actually eaten anything was, his stomach aching with hunger as he glanced back towards the treats with a new found appetite.

“Yeah actually, whatever you’d recommend.” Bucky answered and attempted a smile which he knew came out as nothing but a weak twitching of the lips but it was the thought that counted.

“Well in that case you have to try these.” Your smile morphed into a grin and Bucky couldn’t help but stare at you, feeling his anxiety and fear slipping away the longer he did.

When he finally did manage to pry his eyes away from your smile he looked down to see a plate of muffins that made his stomach long for food even more so than it had before. You set the plate down in front of him and he waited for you to turn back to making his coffee before he picked one up and took a bite.

Just as you turned back to hand the man his coffee you watched as his eyes lit up and he looked down at the muffin like it was the best thing he ever held.

“Good right?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, watching as the man’s eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“They’re amazing.” Bucky praised, the smile hadn’t left your face since you walked out of the back room but he still noticed how you brightened up even more at the compliment, thanking him sincerely before excusing yourself to finish up an order for tomorrow, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts.

This was better, loathe as he was to admit it, getting out of the apartment was good. It was easier to ignore the reminders of what he had done, sat in the cafe that radiated warmth and goodness. The quiet noise of the two teenagers talking, the rustling of pages and the repetitive taps of the man’s keyboard, the soft music playing from somewhere in the back were all things he could focus on and he felt calmer than he had in weeks.

“Haven’t seen you around here before.” You said as you came back out into the front of the cafe, talking softly to the man so you didn’t disturb the others in the cafe. “You new to the city?”

“Born and raised here.” Bucky offered after a moment of hesitation. “Been away for a while though, decided to take a walk and found this place. It’s nice.”

“Thanks, it’s my family’s business. I took the night shift to help them out, plus I get to help myself to whatever treats are left over from the day so it’s not a bad gig.” You laughed and watched as the man’s lips pulled into a small smile.  

Bucky didn’t know what it was about you. Since Wakanda, since he was back in his own mind alone without the Soldier, he had found it difficult to talk to anyone, whether it was Sam or his therapist, the few times he had tried to talk to a pretty girl had gone terribly.

But there was just something about you that made it a bit easier to find some words, that made him want to try and say something. The fact that this was the longest conversation he had had with somebody in weeks wasn’t lost on him and he was so glad he had found this place.

You kept up a steady stream of conversation, not put out when Bucky seemed to pause for longer than was necessary before he answered in a low voice, rough for not being used. You were curious about the man but he looked like the world was weighing heavily on his shoulders so you stuck to light conversation, keeping it open enough that he could jump in whenever but not pressuring him to speak.

Bucky didn’t know how long he’d stayed in the cafe but eventually his muffin and coffee were gone, as was the man who had been sitting alone in the corner. He felt lighter than he had in a long time and could feel the exhaustion creeping back up on him even after his coffee.

He figured he should try and get some sleep, hoping that a good outing would be enough to ward off the memories.

“It was nice meeting you!” You smiled when Bucky politely excused himself, finding that you genuinely meant the words. Working in the cafe meant you met all sorts of people but none stood out to you quite like he did.

“Nice meeting you too.” Bucky said, finding it was easier to smile back at you before he made his way home, ready to sleep nightmare free for the first time in weeks.

A few weeks passed before Bucky stumbled his way down to your cafe again.

He had been doing good, ever since he had left you that first night he hadn’t had nightmares, not to say that his dreams had been pleasant but they weren’t keeping him awake for days on end.

Now though he was relieving more and more missions every night, seeing the faces of the innocent people he’d murdered to get to his target, seeing how cold and cruel he was capable of being.

When the bell chimed to let you know somebody had come into the cafe you looked up with a smile that faltered when you saw the man from a few weeks ago. His hair was dishevelled, his skin pale with a light sheen of sweat covering it and his eyes looked haunted in a way you had never seen before.

By the time he had made it to the counter and into the seat he had occupied last time he was here you had forced your smile back onto your face, not letting any sympathy shine through. The man didn’t need some stranger feeling sorry for him, so you wouldn’t give him that instead you could offer him a safe place to let his mind switch off for a while.

“Hey again! I was hoping you’d be back, I just made a batch of brownies and I think I’ve got the recipe just right. You wanna try one?” You asked, jumping right into conversation to hopefully pull the man from his thoughts.

Bucky looked over at you with wide, watery eyes, taking a minute to register what you had said before nodding hesitantly, watching as you busied yourself with fetching the brownies from the back and bringing a few out on a plate.

“You want a coffee to go with that?” You asked and watched him nod again. “Great, I’ll get that ready for you. Honestly, I’m glad you came back tonight, this place has been dead for hours. I suppose the kids have finished with their finals though, you remember those two that were here the other week? Yeah they practically live here but during exam season they take up permanent residence on that table.”

Bucky appreciated how you said nothing about the state he was in, glossing past it like it wasn’t even worth mentioning. He focused on your words, so thankful you didn’t seem to be expecting a response, just filling the silence with words he could follow and grab onto, a grounding link to reality.

Bucky let time pass without acknowledging it, focusing solely on you, listening to you as you told stories of growing up in New York, of growing up in the cafe and all the different types of people that stopped by, telling him about your favourite customers and the rudest ones. He was proud when he managed a few small smiles and even one chuckle but he hadn’t been able to find the strength to speak but you didn’t seem to mind, something that made him feel even more relaxed in this place, even more relaxed with you.

Bucky only pulled himself out of the safety of the cafe when he saw the first signs of the sun coming up, knowing you wouldn’t be around much longer anyway and a part of him felt guilty for having you put up with him for so long.

“Thank you.” Bucky managed to croak out as he stood to leave watching as your bright smile turned soft.

“Thank you, lord knows I needed the company tonight.” You told him and Bucky smiled back at you. “You’re always welcome here, you know?”

“Thank you.” Bucky said again, even though the words were whispered you could still hear how grateful he was for you to have said it.

“See you around.” You said softly, watching him go until he disappeared from view.

Bucky was back again two nights later, still not as talkative but he was able to speak this time around. He shared stories of growing up in Brooklyn trying his best not to slip up and reveal that his childhood was a lot further back than you guessed, trying not to let it slip that the childhood best friend he spoke about was Steve Rogers, Captain America.

You listened intently to everything Bucky shared with you, wanting to know anything he was willing to tell you. You couldn’t say what it was about this man who seemed so down on his luck but you wanted to know everything about him.

Eventually Bucky showing up at the cafe became a regular part of your routines, he showed up more nights than not. Some nights he was silent, just needing you to fill the space with whatever came to your mind and other nights he was like a whole different person, so confident and eager to talk and share parts of his life with you.

It had been months since you’d first met him and you knew you were falling for him, you thought you had been since that first day but now you were sure.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” Bucky asked suddenly one night causing you to tense for a moment, a frown spreading across your features.

It was a bad night for Bucky, he’d been here a few hours now and not said much. The cafe was empty, silent whilst you contemplated how to answer but eventually just nodded your head.

“Yeah, I knew who you were the first time you showed up here.” You told him honestly, remembering how shocked you’d been to see Bucky Barnes in your cafe but you had hid it well.

“You should have told me to stay the hell away.” Bucky muttered and you felt your features soften into a sad smile.

“I was never scared of you. You’ve been coming here for months, we’ve been alone together for most of that and you’ve never made me feel anything but safe.” You said, watching as he looked at you in shock before shaking his head.

“Safe?” He spat the word like it was poison. “I’m a monster.”

Your heart ached for the man. You had known a bit about the Winter Soldier before meeting Bucky but hadn’t researched it once you had met him, it felt wrong to do it, you figured when the time came the man would share his story with you if he wanted to.

“I don’t know your whole story but I do know it wasn’t your fault. I know you didn’t ask for what those people did to you. I know you’re not the monster, they are.” You told him, voice low and firm causing Bucky to look at you with wide eyes, desperately wanting to believe you but unable to.

“But I should have been stronger.” He whispered, a choked out sentence that broke your heart.

“Listen I can’t even begin to imagine what sort of hell you’ve been through but I do know you, this version of you, the one that you should be so proud of because you aren’t what they made you, who you were is not who you are now. You’ve got so much more to look forward to, a whole life to live as happily as you can, a big fuck you to the people who are hopefully gone.” You chuckled slightly, tears filling your eyes as you took Bucky’s hands in yours.

“Thank you.” Bucky croaked out, his own tears welling up in his eyes as he squeezed your hands gently in his. “Thank you.”

“I’m really glad you found this place.” You whispered to him, smiling shakily at him.

Bucky held your gaze, pulling his hands from yours before making his way around the counter that separated you. His flesh hand came up to your cheek, you willingly letting him tilt your head up towards him as he looked down at you with a soft smile, eyes red from where the tears stung at them.

“I’m glad I found you.” He whispered back, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

Your eyes fell closed as you pressed forward, closing the space between you and feeling a rush of warmth run through you as your lips connected. The kiss was soft and gentle, neither of you needing to rush it even though it had been building for months. You took your time, savouring the feeling of Bucky’s lips against yours, the taste of cupcakes and coffee on his lips was intoxicating and you knew you were done for, there was no going back after this, you were all in.

When the two of you pulled away you were both silent for a moment, needing the chance to catch your breath. Bucky’s forehead rested back against yours, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he smiled down at you with you smiling softly back up at him.

“I can’t promise I’m any good at this anymore.” Bucky murmured and you laughed softly. “But I really want to try, if you’ll let me.”

“I like you, Bucky. I already know you have bad days, I want to be there for all of them. I don’t care how hard it is, I want to be with you.” You told him honestly, closing the distance between you again to kiss him softly.

Bucky pulled you close, wrapping his metal arm around you to hold you against him, promising himself he’d get this right. You were right, he was alive and HYDRA was dead, all those monsters wouldn’t live to see another day and Bucky had the chance to live the rest of his life happier than they could ever imagine.

He wanted that.

He wanted that with you.

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“James?”

Bucky feels his heart jump at the sound of his name on your lips. He’d pay ever dollar he has to hear you say it again—at this point he’s well on his way to doing exactly that.

He’d been coming to this diner every morning for the past 3 weeks. Ever since he’d walked past the window one morning—in a rush to get to his mandated therapy—and spotted you standing behind the register.

“Thank you,” He says stepping up to the counter.

Your smile just about does him in when he reaches out for the cup you have outstretched towards him.

“Hope it warms you up!” You laugh softly gesturing to the snowy New York City street outside the window.

Bucky doesn’t mention that he’s warm enough after he made sure the flesh of his right hand brushed yours when he took the to-go cup.

Nor does he insist that the soft blush on your cheeks after he flashed a cautious grin, would keep him warm the rest of the walk home.

He hasn’t gotten up the courage to ask you on a date yet, let alone reveal his pitiful crush.

“Thanks doll,” He murmurs softly with a tilt of the cup warming his palm.

He’s halfway out the door when he hears your voice calling after him, “Same time tomorrow?”

He nods with a wave and heads out into the freezing weather, he puts the cup to his lips and allows the smallest bit of hot liquid to coat his tongue.

The bitterness hits him and he forces back a gag, the next closest trash bin is the destination for the putrid drink.

You make the worst coffee in New York City—he’s sure of it—but your secret is safe with him.

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pairing: aphrodite!reader x ares!bucky

warnings: angst, fluff, and smut (18+)

summary: inspired by aphrodite's and ares' affair.

chapter one - we were supposed to be

chapter two - lust and its punishment

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[ichorai]

shout me out ; bucky barnes.

track nine of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; ex!bucky barnes x gn!reader

synopsis ; sometimes a simple ‘sorry’ is more than enough.

words ; 1.7k

themes ; angst, mild fluff, exes au

warnings / includes ; mentions of death/killing/losing a loved one, crying, mentions of a break up, set in a 50s style diner, bucky has a lumberjack beard woohoo, alpine brings bucky dead birds <3

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Love was the act of tattooing someone’s soul into your heart. Oftentimes it’d hurt, it’d sting, it’d bite. A poetic kind of pain one was willing to endure because love was universal—love was all consuming—love was what drew a line between surviving and living. But it was art, in the end, and the art would heal, just as a gash would eventually scab over.

At least, that was the point of love; an end goal of bliss, right?

Sometimes it didn’t feel like your heart’s tattoo of Bucky ever healed. Was it beyond repair? You weren’t entirely sure.

Bucky asked you to meet with him in the very diner you met him at. 

It felt so long ago. You were just waiting tables at the time, barely making ends meet—and there he was, an Avenger in the flesh, all easy smiles and tender eyes. 

Now here you were, nearly a year later from when he broke up with you, fiddling with the cuff of your sweater. You quit your old job a long time ago, having moved away from the small town to pursue a more promising career in the big city, and admittedly, because everything you looked at reminded you of something painful. Whether it be Bucky, or something that reminded you of your father that passed away a while back… it became too much. It was so strange being back—like returning to a place that seemed to remain stagnant in time while you moved on with life.

It was snowing heavily, frost rimming the diner’s windows. The flickering crimson glow from the large neon signs atop the diner seemed to taunt you with its brightness, as if to say: Stop! Don’t go in there!

But in there, you went.

The diner was empty, save for the young teenager manning the cash register, earbuds popped in as she picked at her nails. The checkered red-and-white floors beneath you injected a shot of raw nostalgia through your veins—you remembered the countless hours you spent mopping up these floors, the dozens of instances you averted your gaze to the square tiles so Bucky wouldn’t be able to meet your flustered eyes.

There was a dull sort of ache residing beneath your ribcage upon seeing him again after so long. He was in the process of sipping at his vanilla milkshake, staring at something on his phone with that familiar dip in his eyebrows you had grown so fond of. 

The door jangled upon your entrance, and his head shot up. The teenager didn’t bother to look, blowing a small bubble of her gum. 

You swallowed uneasily. He had a beard now, you noticed. He was always clean-shaven while dating you. For some strange reason, this seemed to make you even more saddened. It suddenly felt like the break up happened yesterday instead of a year ago.

When his eyes met yours, you had half the mind to turn right around and traipse back into your car. A part of you wondered if he was angry. Maybe he knew about that one shirt of his you kept—or the fact that you would mail small cat toys to his address from time to time because you missed Alpine. Maybe he wanted to tell you to stop hanging out with his friends that inevitably became your friends when you dated him. Maybe he wanted to tell you that he hated you—or that he still loved you. 

You had to give yourself a small reprimanding at the last thought. Life wasn’t at all as dramatic as you made it out to be in your head. 

He waved you over, and it took longer than you would’ve preferred for your muscles to kick in, legs sluggishly dragging along the checkered tiles. 

It was hard to speak, so you remained silent the first few minutes. Bucky slid over the plate of curly fries in front of him closer to you, the secondary milkshake in tow.

“You remembered I like strawberry,” were the first words you said to your ex in over a year, voice hoarse from disuse.

A smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Of course I did. You only got it, like, every date we went on.”

Bucky seemed to have a sort of hypnotic effect on you. You felt yourself huffing out a laugh, feeling slightly light-headed.

He spoke up again. “Thanks for coming all the way here, by the way. Honestly, I didn't expect you to show up.”

“It’s nice to be back,” you admitted. “I miss it here. A lot of, uhm… a lot of memories tied to this place.”

His head bobbed once. “Well, I asked you here because I have something I need you to know. It’s the reason I broke up with you—I know I said it’s because I wasn’t ready, and that was true to an extent, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I don’t expect you to ever forgive me but just know that, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so incredibly sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. And I understand if you’d never want to see me ever again—I’ll be out of your life for good after this, I promise.”

“Bucky, you’re scaring me,” you said, hands curling into tight fists in your lap.

“I killed your dad.” 

A beat of silence. The air seemed to grow colder. You straightened, spine stiffening to the brink of borderline pain. There was a sheen film of unshed tears over the trembling blue of his eyes, and you were entirely sure you were mirroring his exact expression.

Turbulent was your mind as you processed those four measly words. You wondered how you were supposed to react to such a situation. What would be deemed appropriate when the love of your life tells you that your dad was dead because of his past-brainwashed self? 

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice was broken, tentative.

A hot tear traversed down your cheek. You sniffled, lips screwing up in thought. 

And after another minute of struggling to maintain your composure, you wiped the tears away and scrutinized him with a soft gaze.

“That first time we met, right here in this diner… you wanted to tell me, didn’t you? But you couldn’t. You just… you looked at me and asked me if I was okay,” you finally said, choking on your own words. “Bucky, you’re not the villain here—you’re also a victim. Should you have told me before we started dating? Absolutely. Should you have left me for a year wondering what I did wrong? Yeah, no, that was a dick move. But do I blame you for my father’s death? No. Bucky, that wasn’t you. The Winter Soldier did that. You were brainwashed and robbed of your right to choose—your right to live. It’s not your fault.”

Bucky was crying now, too, sucking on the roof of his mouth while fighting off the sting behind his eyelids. 

“I loved you so much,” he finally croaked out. “It felt like I couldn’t be with you—like I didn’t deserve to be with you. I kept it from you for so long and I’m so, so sorry for that.”

“Oh, Buck,” you mumbled, reaching across the table to intertwine your hand with his flesh on, nudging the plate of forgotten fries to the side with your elbow. “It’s going to take time for me to process this, I’m gonna be honest. But I… I don’t want you gone. I lo—care about you too much to lose you now.” You nearly slipped up, almost saying the dreaded L word. 

Did you still love him?

The answer, plain and simple, much to your vehement objections, was yes. You would always love Bucky Barnes. He was sweet and loving and cared for animals, he loved tangerines and plums, he complained lightheartedly whenever it rained, he’d dance with you to slow forties music, he remembered the small things about you, and his favorite place to kiss you was the little spot beside your nose where he liked feeling the remnants of your smile.

“I don’t want to lose you, either,” he hiccuped, staving off a wracking sob. It withered away into a wet chuckle at his own absurdity. “I’m sorry, I really thought… I thought you’d react differently.”

“I had a long time to grieve my father,” you admitted, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles soothingly. “It was painful, but I’m healing. I don’t think you’ve had any time to grieve what you’ve lost, Bucky. Let yourself feel it—you’re not the bad guy here. Besides, I forgive you—you only had my best interests in mind, after all. Sometimes a simple sorry is more than enough.”

Bucky could only spare you half of a water smile. “I missed you so much, you have no idea. Everyone back at home does. Sam, Alpine, Natasha, Steve… everyone. You’re always…” He gestured vaguely, unsure of how to articulate all his complex emotions into words. 

“I’m always yours.” The words came out a mere whisper of a thing, so quiet that Bucky barely picked it up. After a moment, you cleared your throat and gently relinquished your hold on him, averting your teary eyes to the plate of fries. “So, are we only having cold fries and shakes for dinner or did you order burgers, too?”

“I did—should be here any moment now. I got vegetarian for you,” he quipped, sipping at his milkshake after pulling a tissue from the red dispenser on the table to dab at his damp cheeks. “Extra sauce, just the way you like it.”

Gods, you loved Bucky Barnes.

“I like your beard,” you said, popping a curly fry into your mouth. “It’s like you’re a rugged lumberjack of some sorts. Certainly got the muscles for it.”

When Bucky laughed at your comment, all wind chimes and bells and rumbles of thunder, you could feel the tension between the two of you melt away almost instantaneously. 

You briefly wondered if he still loved you the same as he would mumble into the skin of your neck, your lips, your stomach, your thighs, your body, an entire year ago—and if there was ever a possibility of rekindling what used to be there.

Maybe, you mused while listening to Bucky begin to describe Alpine’s new fascination with bringing dead birds into the house, your heart’s tattoo of Bucky wasn’t beyond repair.

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