#Bucky: yeah it’s mission related

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I. "Do You Trust Me?"

"Trust" Series Masterlist

John "Bucky" Egan x WAC!Female Reader

A slight against one of your dearest friends causes you to act wildly out of character, and Bucky finds himself stepping up to save you as he realizes just what you mean to him after months of seemingly innocuous encounters.

Warnings: Language, Period Typical Sexism, References to Cheating, Reader Knees a Man in the Groin, Perceived Threats of Violence, Plenty of Kissing, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Rating - T.

Author’s Note: Well here we are, watching me write for this show before it's fully aired. Blame/credit to @precious-little-scoundrel and her anon for infecting my brain. Reader has an unnamed brother for sake of plot, no descriptions or y/n used. Events of this fic take place a few days before the horrific Regensburg mission. Also I recognize that WACs did not arrive in the ETO until July of 1943, this fact does not seem to have influenced Hanks/Spielberg so I shan't let it influence me either. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 4217

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The pub was crowded, as usual, and Bucky leaned back in his chair as Curt regaled their table with another one of his stories from Walla Walla. The press of uniform clad bodies, damp from the summer rain outside, created a humid atmosphere. But as he tipped the last few drops of Scotch whisky from his glass into his mouth, he was certain there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Buck had decided to sit this one out, wanting to catch up on his latest letter to Marge. His mouth ticked up at the corners as he reflected once again on how different he and his friend were from one another. Glancing at the bar while he contemplated fetching the next round, Bucky’s eyes widened as they fell on the last person he would ever expect to see in a pub. It took him a moment to recognize you in such an unusual environment, hair perfectly styled. He noted that you were even wearing makeup as your teeth sank into your brightly painted lower lip, wending your way through the crowd, clearly on a mission.

“Bucky are you even listening?” Curt chided with a sharp jab of his elbow into his upper arm.

“Yeah absolutely,” He nodded firmly, unable to take his eyes off you, “every word.” He tacked on as his gaze followed you across the room on your approach to the notorious flirt from 349th squadron, Arthur “Red” Jameson.

He was vaguely aware of the doubtful scoff his reply had earned as his eyes narrowed. Wasn’t your friend Mary rather serious about Red? Not that Red bothered limiting himself to any one woman, local or American – there were few limits that smug redhead put on his relations with the fairer sex. Perhaps that was why Bucky was feeling particularly annoyed with how close you had come to stand next to him at the bar. With the way you were smiling at him. You hardly ever smiled, had to be one of the most serious, reserved women he had ever encountered here in England or back home.

It was when you ducked your head to peer up at Red through your lashes that the realization hit him – you were fucking flirting with him. His fingers clenched tightly on his empty glass, fingertips blanched white as the strength of his grip drove the blood from the flesh there. A slow, knowing smile unfurled across Red’s face as he leaned in, his hand landing on your shoulder making Bucky’s teeth grind together almost painfully as he was flooded with proprietary rage.

The intensity of it startled him, made him take a sharp breath and relax his grip on the glass. Where in the hell had that come from?! The pair of you had spoken no more than a handful of times, simple interactions in the Operations Room of the Control Tower back when he was Air Exec, around the base, or most recently, that afternoon when you had lent him a copy of one of his favorite books, but it wasn’t like you were close. You were quiet, overshadowed by your boisterous friends Mary, Ruth, and that brunette whose name escaped him just then. They were always outgoing at dances while you did an excellent job of decorating the wall. It certainly was not like you were anything more than colleagues. Objectively that was the truth, however, as Bucky sat there watching you grin at that man…

The final straw came as your lips nearly brushed against Red’s ear, making that bastard’s eyes shoot wide, sending Bucky surging to his feet. He narrowly missed one of the low beams overhead as he glared across the crowded room at the cozy pair you and Red presented at the bar.

“Jesus Christ Bucky, did something jump up and bite your ass?!” Curt barked in surprise, the rest of the table laughing loudly in response.

Bucky barely heard them as his new vantage point allowed him a clear view of your knee colliding painfully with the apex of Red’s thighs, causing him to crumple against the bar as you bolted out the back door. Bucky stared after you, just as bewildered as Red’s friends, before they charged out the door in your wake.

“God dammit.” He muttered under his breath before climbing over his friends to make a dash for the front entrance of the pub, his cap clutched in his hand.

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Your Women’s Auxiliary Army Corp unit had arrived at Thorpe Abbots in late May, part of the first battalion of WAACs sent overseas. Assigned to the Eight Air Force, you had spent roughly a week with your British counterparts of the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force observing missions on other bases before it had come time to establish the base for the 100th.

Fast, accurate typing skills and a calm, quiet temperament had seen you promptly assigned as a clerk in the Operations Room, one of the tensest and most chaotic places on the entire base. Upon your arrival at training camp in Fort Des Moines, you had been adopted by a trio of far more outgoing women – Mary from Miami, a sun-kissed blonde who managed to look that way no matter what the weather; Ruth from Pittsburgh, a black-haired beauty who was manufactured from the steel her hometown was known for; and Violet from Savannah, a brunette who elongated every vowel like the southern belle she was.

Why they chose to waste any of their precious time on you was as much as mystery to you in England as it had been in Iowa, and yet any time you tried to convince them you would be perfectly happy sitting out a dance in your barracks with a book instead, they were adamant you attend. Bodily removed you from your cot to join them – not that you were one for dancing, even with the most handsome of airmen. And that title would most certainly have to be bestowed upon Major John Egan. Perhaps a bit of a rogue and more-often-than-not a little too deep into his cups, there was something undeniably charming about him. A magnetism that drew every woman on the base, and from across all of East Anglia, to him. The handsome devil knew it, too. Of course he did, that was, alas, also part of his charm.

Your trio of outgoing friends had gravitated toward him immediately, traded their fair share of coy looks and dances with him while you looked on quietly from the sidelines. He never really seemed to form that deep a connection with any of them, with any woman for that matter, but that did not deter the female population from trying to be the one to catch his eye for a bit of fun. It was during the long hours of the 100th’s first mission, while he was still serving as Air Exec, that you’d had your first occasion to speak to the man directly.

In the middle of one of the tense periods of waiting for news, he had poked his head into the office to see if anything had come across the teletype or wireless and you had looked up, meeting his eye. He was wearing his sheepskin coat, a striking combination of ivory and cognac colored leather that would have honestly looked absurd on anyone else, yet on him just seemed to belong over his dress uniform.

“Can I help you, Major Egan?” You had asked, fingers poised above your typewriter as you paused your progress in typing up a report for Colonel Huglin.

He had looked at you, startled a moment. “I was convinced you might actually be unable to speak. Glad to know I was wrong. It’s Bucky by the way. Just checking if there were any updates?”

“We’ll be sure to get them to you as soon as we have them, sir.” You had replied professionally, trying to ignore the warmth unfurling beneath your breastbone at having his attention directly solely upon you.

“That’s all I can ask then, thank you.” He had winked before slipping out of the room and heading back towards the plotting map.

It had not taken long for a series of updates to arrive, both by radio and over the teletype and being the highest-ranking clerk in the office, third officer, it was your duty to run them out to him. Grabbing both sheets of paper, you had quickly made your way across the room, startled to find him striding towards you, meeting you halfway. “Here you are Major Egan.”

“Touchdown.” He had grinned and taken them over to review with the others as you had hurried back to your office, gnawing on the inside of your cheek to hide your smile.

You had been admittedly saddened when he had been demoted to squadron commander of the 418th after Colonel Harding assumed command of 100th. For selfish reasons, certainly – your interactions had become increasingly limited after this point – but also because it meant he was more frequently put into harm’s way. Every time he went up in a fort, you found focusing on the job at hand more and more difficult. Unlike the ground crews or the brass, it was not looked upon kindly for the WACs to go running outside to see which forts had come back. Which airmen were injured. Sometimes it would take hours for you to confirm that he was all right, and only then by way of hearsay.

You had still run into Major Egan from time to time, while walking with your group of friends to the WAC mess for dinner – by mid-July you were now serving in the Women’s Army Corp as a 2nd Lieutenant, or after meetings in the Operations Room when he was not flying missions. But the longest conversation you ever had was during one of your breaks earlier that very afternoon. It was an uncharacteristically sunny day, and with no mission in progress you had decided to take your coffee break outside, behind the control tower, sitting on one of the benches the ground crew had built out of scrap wood.

Before you had enlisted, your brother had bought you a copy of his favorite book, one he had never let you read before because you were ‘just a kid’ but now that you were old enough to sign up for the service yourself, he had decided you could have your own copy. With just two pages left, it seemed the perfect way to break up the morbid tallies you had been typing up in the grim office upstairs, and you had just finished the final sentence when a shadow fell over you.

“Now how did you get a copy of my favorite book?”

You had lifted your eyes quickly, squinting slightly into the bright sun that shone from behind him, to see Major Egan standing there.

“Major Egan. You like Guys and Dolls, sir?” You had asked, startled.

“How many times do I gotta tell you it’s Bucky.” He had stepped out of the sunlight to sit beside you carefully. “I love everything by Damon Runyon. Which story did you like the best?” He had leaned in curiously.

Pursing your lips to think over the collection of stories you had just finished, you smiled briefly as the answer came to you. “’Madame La Gimp.’ Where they pass off the bag lady –”

“As a society matron! Yes!” Major Egan chimed in, laughing as he nodded in agreement.

“What…about yours?” You had swallowed, unable to stop yourself.

“God, I haven’t read this book in forever…” he had reached out for it, and you had set it in his hands easily.

He had sucked his teeth in thought as he turned it over in his broad hands. “It’s gotta be a tie between ‘Blood Pressure’ and ‘Hold ‘Em Yale’…ah but ‘Lemon Drop Kid’ is excellent, too.” As he had spoken, he had begun to gesture with the book to emphasize his words, making you press your lips together fondly.

“You can borrow it if you’d like.” You had blurted out before you could stop yourself. “Give me a definitive answer once you’ve read it again.”

Major Egan had looked to you quickly. “Really? But what if…how will I know to get it back to you?” He had raised an eyebrow.

“My name’s on the front page.” You had nodded reassuringly but swallowed tightly as he opened the cover as if to confirm it for himself.

“‘Hey Sis,’” He had begun to read the inscription he found there, bringing your brother’s words to life, “‘lighten up, would you? You don’t have to be so damned serious all the time. See you on the other side.’” He had paused a moment before his eyes had met yours, caught you watching him, before you quickly looked down at the grass at your feet. “Where is he?” he had asked quietly.

“On a ship in the Pacific, somewhere.” You had replied softly, finding each blade of grass infinitely fascinating.

“Are you sure–” He had begun to ask before the sound of your name being called by your very impatient Captain, a woman even Major Egan knew not to waylay, interrupted the peaceful afternoon.

You had leapt to your feet. “You’ll get it back to me.” You had nodded and rushed back inside, believing every word of it.

You had seriously contemplated sharing your encounter with at least Ruth, the more level-headed of your friends, knowing she was the least likely to conflate the exchange with a marriage proposal. But as you returned to your barracks that night, you frowned deeply to find Mary in tears on her cot. After much soothing and rocking in your arms, she finally managed to open up, sharing what had gotten her so upset.

“It’s Red…I caught him out back necking with one of those doughnut truck girls…” She hiccupped and dabbed at her nose with her hanky.

“Oh Mary, I’m so sorry.” You frowned, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I let that creep talk me into sleeping with him!” She wailed, fresh tears boiling over onto her cheeks as she sagged onto your shoulder, sobbing anew.

Every muscle in your body tensed as her outburst sunk in, the depth of his betrayal fully registering as Vi and Ruth returned from the end of their shifts in the weather office and Mary launched herself into their arms to fill them in as well. The level of pure fury that seized your body was utterly foreign to you and, unlike the descriptions you had encountered in literature to date, felt utterly icy in your veins. As your friends gently coaxed Mary to the latrines to get herself cleaned up, you hung back, a plan formulating quickly in your mind. Your life without these women would have been lonely, all but intolerable, and this transgression against one of them could not go unanswered. You could not look at yourself in the mirror if you did nothing.

Digging quickly through Mary’s belongings, you found her most alluring shade of lipstick, carefully but efficiently applying it to your lips before unpinning and redoing your hair into a more fashionable shape rather than the more utilitarian style you normally wore. Lastly you added a flick of mascara to your eyelashes and rouge to your cheeks. All this was accomplished using the tiny mirror Vi had set up on the shelf beside her bed. Nodding once in satisfaction, for it was truly the best you could do in a solo effort, you darted out the door, lipstick tube in your pocket for reapplications, if necessary. The cad would never see it coming from you, you just needed to figure out a way to get close enough.

Fortunately, the years you had spent on the sidelines watching the three masters of feminine wiles at work had afforded you quite the education. It was only a matter of finding the perpetrator to enact your revenge. You located him in the second pub you visited, taking a slow breath as your eyes sought him out in the crowded, humid space. The rain had thankfully stopped before your foray out into the night, though the streets remained wet, and you had taken the time to refresh your lipstick and tidy your hair before stepping inside. Your heart began to race as your veins flooded with adrenaline.

‘Easy now. Slow and smooth like Mary, give him that flirty smile she’s famous for.’ You thought to yourself.

As his eyes met yours it was all you could do not to wince back in disgust – you were going to need to hide your dislike better.

‘Pretend he’s someone else. Who would you like him to be?’

You gulped shyly, teeth sinking into your lip at the thought of applying these skills to Major Egan, noting that Red seemed immediately more receptive as you slid up beside him where he stood at the bar.

“Evening, Red.” You smiled at him broadly, swallowing nervously as he echoed the expression warmly.

“Well good evening to you too. You escaped the base.” Red teased you.

You faked a giggle and tilted your head down before flicking your eyes to look up at him through your lashes, something Vi had weaponised to great effect on many an occasion. You tried not to shout in triumph as Red’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, leaning in closer.

“Can I buy you a drink, sugar?”

“Actually…” You smiled coyly before leaning in close to his ear, taking a slow breath before dropping all pretense from your tone. “Mess around with one of my friends again and I’ll cut it off.” You snarled into his ear before driving your knee into his groin as sharply as the straight lines of your uniform skirt would allow, slipping out of his grip as he slouched over the bar with a cry of pain.

You longed to bask in his suffering, in your triumph, but you also recognized you had to get out of there before the consequences of your actions found you. Spying a door propped open to a back alley over Red’s crumpled torso, you made a dash through the stunned corner of the pub and out into the night, pausing a moment before turning to the left, hoping it was the correct direction. You certainly wished you knew your way around town a little better.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were worried it might burst through the front of your WAC jacket as you neared the main street but there was an increasing ruckus behind you – surely Red’s friends in hot pursuit. Suddenly Major Egan appeared in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere, and grabbed your arm, pulling you around a corner and down a smaller alleyway.

“Do you trust me?” He asked quickly, glancing back towards the approaching sound of voices as he shuffled you backward, closer to the brick wall of the building behind you.

You nodded at him, speechless, breathing heavily from your flight. Your uniform cap felt precarious where it was perched on your rapidly falling hairstyle. Major Egan’s aftershave was flooding your senses due to his sheer proximity.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered as his eyes met yours, his own cap at a dangerous angle atop his dark curls, defying gravity.

He shifted forward to crowd your space, your eyes shooting wide as his forearms lifted to press against the wall on either side of your face, body shielding you from view. He bowed his head to press his lips against yours softly, making your eyelids flutter closed, doing nothing to slow the erratic beating of your heart. He tasted a little bit like whiskey, which had reminded you of gasoline the few times you’d had the misfortune of sipping it, but on his plush lips, it was not so bad.

Your hands balled into fists in the olive drab fabric of your skirt, heat painting its way across your cheeks and down your neck as the coarse hair that decorated his upper lip brushed against your skin. It was all too tempting to lose yourself in the feeling of him surrounding you, protecting you, kissing you. Reality reared its ugly head, making you inhale sharply through your nose as you heard the crowd of men stampede right past you muttering angrily.

“That damn cold fish from operations…”

“Who the fuck does she think she is?!”

“No wonder she ain’t got nobody.”

Pulling back from his lips, you frowned down at your brown uniform shoes, still hidden within the cage of his arms.

“Hey…” He murmured, bowing his head to nudge your nose with his, drawing your gaze back up as you swallowed shyly at the tender gesture. “Don’t listen to ‘em.” He urged you, his blue eyes so very dazzling and disarming at this range, even in the dim light of black-out conditions.

“I…It’s ok,” you breathed as you shook your head. “I know I’ll never be…” you furrowed your brow, not even sure what word you were searching for.

“Anything other than perfect, doll?” His lopsided grin was devastating, made it hard to breathe, though that may have also been his continued proximity. He leaned in for another kiss, but you lifted a shaky hand to press against his shoulder.

“Th…they’re gone you don’t have to pretend…” You murmured sadly, shifting to stand, but he did not move an inch, his breath brushing against your cheeks.

“I’m going to kiss you now because I want to, doll.” He murmured, eyes tracing over your face while giving you a moment to respond.

You were, however, frozen, staring at him again and so he pressed his lips firmly to yours, making your fingers curl slightly around the lapel of his uniform jacket. He hummed softly in response, pressing you back against the wall as he slanted his mouth tighter to yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Shivering at the heat of his palms against your skin, you slowly lifted your other hand from your skirt, stretching it towards him, letting it hover between you tentatively.

He dropped his right hand from your cheek to guide your arm around his waist before sliding his own hand to splay against your lower back, drawing a whimper from your throat as you arched slightly.

He pulled back from your lips, chest heaving. “Christ, doll, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Bucky?” You whispered, confused by his statement, finding it difficult to think clearly.

Bucky groaned and kissed you fiercely, licking at the seam of your lips, sliding his tongue to yours the instant you parted your lips for him. Toes curling in your shoes, you found yourself mewling into his mouth wantonly until he wrenched back suddenly, hand cupping the back of your head as he hugged you tightly into his chest. The sound of voices eventually registered in your addled brain – Red’s friends returning from their failed attempt to find you.

“If I had known all I had to do was kiss you senseless to get you to use my name…” Bucky teased once the coast was clear, panting into your hair.

You giggled against his throat, your own chest heaving as he loosened his hold on you. Your cap tumbled to the ground, fully dislodged by his attentions.

“It’s a burden I’m willing to bear.” He smirked, pressing his lips to your exposed forehead. “Let’s get you back to your barracks. What are you doing out here all dolled up kneeing idiots like Red in the goods anyway?” He asked as he bent to retrieve your cap, dusting it off and placing it in your outstretched hand before turning to slide his arm around your shoulders, leading you toward the main road.

You huffed with a frown as you walked with him, putting your cover back into place snuggly, crushing your once-stylish hair. “I didn’t appreciate the way he treated Mary.”

Bucky smirked at you “Your brother is right you know, you really do need to lighten up…you can just call him a good-for-nothing and be done with it. No need to write a formal treatise on his behavior.”

His lips stretched into a grin as that pulled another laugh from you. You turned to look at him properly and gasped.

“Bucky you have lipstick all over –”

“Perfect” He nodded proudly, cocky grin on his lips, and made no move to clean up his face, while you quickly wiped at yours, knowing you would have to face your barrack-mates. “Next time you go on an attack mission you let me know, alright, doll? I’ll fly on your wing anytime.” He winked at you, and you bit your lip shyly.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You swallowed and stopped walking, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek softly.

As you pulled back, Bucky flexed the arm he still had slung about your shoulders, hauling you in for another heart-stopping kiss, your hands coming to rest against his chest. You had a feeling that the rather lengthy walk back to base was only going to become exponentially longer and found you really did not mind at all.

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Team Bucky

Summary: your secret relationship with Bucky slips out. Everyone else in the compound is happy for you both but your brother - or really your grandfather - is not pleased at all, all you can do is try and live normally with Bucky and attempt to fix things with Steve. 

Words: 6k

warnings: SMUT: passionate sex, unprotected, very loving, aftercare. arguing, yelling, swearing, protective Bucky. 

a/n: heyyy, yeah I’ve been away for a while, this semester as been kicking my ass. anyways, I’m on winter break and have finally gotten my spark for writing back, I’ve been writing a lot of essays so writing for fun was not fun for a while. I hope you enjoy and I will try to post as often as I can!

There had always been a secret one-upping game going on between Steve and Bucky, it was something everyone had exempted and went along with. There would be countless times when they’d add more and more weight to their bars in order to prove their dominance to each other, or spar with one another until someone gets hurt.

At galas, Steve would be walking around with a trail of women behind him, showing off his skills with the ladies. That didn’t mean anything to Bucky, he would love to get laid more often or get a girlfriend but the ability to make women think they are into you and then drop them like a dead weight isn't appealing.

There were probably things Bucky did to get on Steve’s nerves that Steve didn’t care for. They didn’t do it all the time, just friendly competition. They had been friends for years and years, someone’s weight being a little higher couldn’t even cause a crack in their friendship.

But what Bucky was doing recently would.

There you were, sitting alone in the office as you filled out a debrief of your last mission. The computers were high tech but that didn’t mean they were super fast, most of the time you sat there waiting for anything to load, and seeing the logo in the top corner was a miracle.

“How’s that arm?” Bucky asked as he walked in, acting like he hadn’t been standing outside the door practicing what he was going to say.

“Hard to type with-aw, Bucky…” you pouted and saw the two steaming mugs in his hand, “stop, that’s so sweet!” you reached forward and picked up your favourite mug, looking at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulled out the chair beside you and sat down. “This is going to take forever, Bucky, you don’t-”

“I’m good,” Bucky sighed as he brought his mug right against his bottom lip to blow, “nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“You’re all soft” you giggled and turned back to your computer, “I do need to focus though, no distractions.”

“You have my word,” Bucky smiled and leaned back in his chair, “I’m just here for moral support.”

You just nodded, he loved the face you made when you tried to fight back being flustered. Your bottom lip was clenched tightly between your teeth to fight back a smile while you tried to cover your face and block Bucky from seeing your slight change in colour. The warmth that spread all throughout your body caused you to curl into yourself, he noticed that whenever he complimented you at all you wouldn't know how to react, telling Bucky you weren’t being complimented enough.

That’s how it started, casual compliments and conversation between you two. Trying to get to know you because there was this imaginary wall up for many reasons, you didn’t like to let people into your life because of how much you had lost and something more pressing…

You were Steve’s granddaughter, factually. But you two acted like siblings because you were a little younger than Steve’s age from when he was frozen. Nonetheless, you were related.

Which also meant off-limits.

Bucky really tried to cut himself off but you were his drug, he couldn’t get enough of you. It didn’t help that you were very honest early on about being into him. When Bucky initiated conversations and would give you little touches here and there you were quick to give them back. The first time you played with his hair gave him shivers running up and down his spine but also caused his brain to go fuzzy.

You were alone in the movie room, you always watched some film every Thursday night to keep a schedule. He had come back from a mission hours ago and still managed to make his way down just to sit beside you, and he did but he realized he was too tired to do anything.

He wanted you to cuddle into him and he’d rub your back or whisper little things to just you, but his eyes couldn’t stay open.

“You’re so tired, Bucky-bear,” you whispered and threw your arm around him and to the other side of his head, gently pushing him to place his head on your shoulder, “you can go to sleep if you want,” you whispered.

His body was on his last reserve, not thinking straight at all. “Can I put my head on your chest, your shoulder is too boney,” he’d kick himself for that one in the morning. When you giggled and moved he seemed to sink into you more, wrapping both arms around you and nuzzling into your chest. Everything was so comfy he barely registered that his face was deep between your boobs, you didn’t move or say anything until… “you’re so pillowy,” he muttered.

“But my shoulder is boney?” you shook your head, “you can just say you like my boobs, most people do.”

“They’re great,” he nodded.

Your hand moved from his back and went up his scalp from his neck, earning a groan when you started to fluff around his hair and scratch somewhat intensely on his scalp. He was out before the beginning credits ended, snoring before the middle of the movie. Part of you felt this overwhelming feeling of something you couldn’t describe, Bucky Barnes, a man riddled with nightmares and trauma, constantly on high alert was asleep on your chest. The big man could dwindle down into a guy who has never once felt the touch of love from a significant other. The fact that he trusted you with the power made you proud, it made you like him just a little more.

“How much longer,” he sighed from his starfish position on the floor, being overly dramatic to try to get you to look away. You giggled and finally looked over your shoulder, scoffing at his dramatics.

“Go to bed, I’ll sneak in later.” You shook your head, “and one page left.”

Bucky sighed and sat up, staying on the ground and watching you work. It took a while but soon you were finished, reading it over before submitting it. Bucky helped you pack all your stuff away, holding your bag for you, he did that a lot, never wanting you to do any heavy lifting. Your eyes were barely open as you left the room with Bucky leading you out, you both headed down the hall and to the elevator.

“You still want to sleep with me?” Bucky asked when the door was completely closed, you were too tired to say anything, keeping your head resting against his arm and nodded slightly. “Alright, I think there is still a sweater you left in the room.”

You groaned and looked up, “your clothes please,” Bucky giggled after you whispered. The door opened and you both walked out, him wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady. “I also want to be little spoon please.”

Out of nowhere, a voice came from behind them, “watch your hands, Barnes,” it was Steve.

Bucky turned around but kept his hand where it was, “guess where I just found her?” Steve looked at your tired state, “little miss just finished her report is only going to bed now, I was walking her to her room to make sure she doesn’t pass out on her floor.”

Steve smiled a proud smile. He caught up to them and also helped you walk, subconsciously you leaned more towards Bucky at this moment, thinking of how you’d be cuddling with him soon. Bucky played along and brought you into your room, Steve was very adamant they both left before you got into your pajamas. Bucky couldn’t say no even though he had seen you naked, he had to play along.

Bucky went into his room and waited with the door unlocked, after five minutes you slipped in and found him in the bathroom. Both of you brushed your teeth beside one another, he had one arm around you while you looked at each other through the mirror.

In your opinion, his bed was much more comfortable, choosing to sleep there more often than your own bed. Both of you cuddled in close, you were practically laying on top of him with your head tucked into his neck.

“I love you, Bucky-Bear,” you mumbled, snuggling closer to him.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered into your hair, leaving a few kisses after. “You make me so happy, I can’t explain it,” you both giggled as he tickled you.

The secret life with Bucky was great and terrible at the same time. There was a different side to Bucky that he didn’t show the team, he was much softer and more extroverted. When you’d sneak out for dates he’d always be the ordering and making conversation with the waiter because he felt safer at that moment. But at the same time, you still had to go on dates by sneaking out. Steve would kill you if he found out the two of you were seeing each other even though it had been going on for a while you both knew it wasn’t a joke. Your heart would still fall when Bucky had to drop your hand when someone else walked in a room, and both of you would grow envious of the couples openly displaying affection at galas.

The idea of telling Steve grew larger by the day because you knew it was bound to happen, part of you wanted to tell him before getting caught so it didn’t look like Bucky was just a hook-up to you. Yes, Steve would kill you but he would also tear Bucky apart because there were rules, apparently. Any type of family member was off-limits, even if Steve found a distant cousin of Bucky’s they would still be a no-go; but you knew that rule was just for you because you were all Steve had left when it came to family.

********

Steve and Bucky were sparring in the ring as you and a couple of other agents went to various machines during your workout. You couldn’t help but look over at them as they fought extremely hard against one another, there was no reason to give each other a broken nose but they did it anyway.

“Can I work in?” Sammy asked you, he had graduated from the academy the same year as you. You wouldn’t consider yourselves friends but you’d smile at each other in the hall and keep up with families.

“Of course,” you stood up from just sitting on the seat as you took your break, leaning down and picking up your water bottle. Absentmindedly you looked over to see the both of them fighting, Sammy must have noticed.

“I don’t get the game between the two of them,” he grunted, “I get it from a male perspective as in you constantly want to impress your friends but sometimes it gets bad, like what are they even doing right now?” he referenced both of them limping around the ring as they circled one another.

“Boys!” you shouted and they both looked at you, “quit putting on a show for us and just act like normal people for once in your life!” you cupped both hands around your mouth.

Bucky looked shocked, “we’re just playing around, relax!” he sassed you back, it was clear on your face you didn’t enjoy what he said, “oh come on, you always get like this, give us a break!”

“Watch it!” Steve snapped, “you better watch how you talk to my sister.” Steve looked back at you, “and you!” he pointed in your direction, “let the grown men handle their things, please.”

Bucky scoffed, “you better watch how you talk to my girlfriend.”

At that moment the world stopped. Steve whipped his head around to Bucky and just stared at him while Sammy dropped the handhelds for the machine, letting out a loud clunk. Bucky’s eye shifted towards you in what felt like slow motion as an apologetic look grew on his face, your metal water bottle slipped from your fingers and fell on your foot.

“Fuck!” the feeling of a throbbing big toe pulled you from your trance, all you heard was more commotion in front of you but you were looking down.

“You’re fucking my sister?!” Steve yelled and caused all the agents to run out of the gym, including Sammy who quickly patted your shoulder before bolting out. Bucky tried to run over to you to help with the toe injury but was stopped after Steve’s fist collided with Bucky’s throat. “You don’t get to even look at her anymore, I’ll take your fucking eyes out you pervert!”

“Steve!” you hobbled over and ran up to the ring, slipped under and grabbed Bucky’s head that was unmoving on the boxing ring floor, “you knocked him unconscious, Steve,” you gasped and pulled Bucky’s head to your thighs as you sat back on your heels, “you could have damaged his windpipe.”

“He won’t need one after he wakes up and I fully-”

“It’s not like he forced me, Steve,” You looked up at your brother, “we’ve been dating for a long time and it’s not just sex, it’s an actual romantic connection that both of our consent to, it’s actual dating!” you gently tapped Bucky’s cheek to wake him up, “don’t frame him or me to be a slut because all we do are normal dating things,” Steve’s face was red as he saw you carding through Bucky’s hair, he was starting to groan and stir.

“Both of you are dead to me,” Steve spat, “he broke the only rule I set up to protect you.”

“I don’t need to be protected from Bucky, and you know that.” you harshly whipped your head around again, “and I know you’re hurt and exaggerating, just walk away.” That was the last time you looked up at Steve, all your focus was on Bucky starting to wake up in your lap. As he groaned and slowly brought his fingers up to his nose your eyes began to water, this was exactly your worst-case scenario.

Bucky’s eyes cracked open and immediately closed again, “baby,” he mumbled, “don’t cry, please, don’t cry,” he reached up to swipe away your tears but completely missed your face, most likely seeing double. “I slipped up,” now Bucky was starting to cry, “my fault.”

You gently pulled him up in a hug and Bucky accepted it, continuously apologizing for what he had just done. Every time you’d quiet him or try to shift his train of thought but he’d make his way back there every time. After a while you got him on his feet and took him to med bay, many people came up to you and asked if everything was alright, you just nodded and kept walking.

“What happened!” Natasha was in med bay when you arrived, filling out discharge paperwork for herself, “Bucky, that looks really broken,” her fingers ghosted over his nose which caused him to wince backwards, “sorry.”

“Yeah,” you sighed and sat him on the cot, calling over a nurse who began examining, “just…going too hard with the sparring.”

Natasha shook her head, “but no one goes that hard, we all pull our punches except when it’s Steve and- oh my god…” she trailed off and looked at Bucky who was preparing to get his nose snapped back in place, “did Steve find out?”

“My fault,” Bucky cried, holding the sheet as he waited for the nurse to fix his nose.

“It’s not your fault, it was a mistake and yeah this is shitty but it will figure itself out.” you looked over your shoulder and immediately gave Bucky your hand, seeing his white knuckles gripping his sheets.

******

It had been a week and Steve refused to speak to either of you unless it was in a professional setting, even then, he’d be snarky whenever he would talk to you. He meant what he said, you really were dead to him. Part of you thought he’d just be mad at Bucky and get overprotective of you but that never happened, he viewed you like dirt; like how he looks at Bucky.

Bucky could see how it took a toll on you, it broke his heart to see you staring off into space after Steve passed by without looking at you. All Bucky could do was hold you closer, but deep down he blamed himself for letting it slip. Every tear, every longing glance, every hope he’d come around was all his fault.

He found you today curled up in bed, Bucky slipped in behind you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Everything will simmer sooner or later,” he whispered into your ear.

“I just-...” you sighed and buried your head into your pillow further, “he’s my only family, when he wanted to reconnect with me he was so adamant on making sure I came back to the tower with him, so he could have a sister,” Bucky rolled you over so you were facing him, “and now…I do something for me that makes me happy, you make me so happy, and I’m punished for it.”

Bucky planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you into another hug and letting you feel his warmth and comfort. “I will personally fix all of this, I will find a way, don’t worry, alright?” Bucky pulled back so he could see you nod, “alright?”

You nodded and Bucky kissed you again, crawling out of bed when you fell asleep. He knew where Steve was, and even though his nose had held quickly doesn’t mean he won’t get another broken nose from what he was about to do. Steve was always in the computer room, just like you. There was always something to be done when it came to paperwork and Steve had the energy for it.

Bucky stayed close to the wall and pressed his back against it, leaning over the corner to see Steve typing away at the computer near the back. Bucky pulled back and fully leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath.

Nat: We’re taking y/n out for a girl’s night, just want to let you know!

Bucky: keep me updated, and don’t let her get too drunk, please

Nat: don’t worry!

After shutting off his phone he slipped it into his pocket and took another deep breath. After mustering enough courage Bucky fully turned the corner and walked up to “Steve,” Bucky stood before him, “we need to talk.”

Steve gave nothing, he almost looked up at Bucky but it was just a flinch.

“Silent treatment?” Bucky scoffed, “that works for me to explain my side of the story without you verbally- or who knows - physically breaking me.” Steve huffed, Bucky looked at the chair but decided to stand. “I’ve been dating your sister for about a year and she’s made me the happiest man in the world,” Bucky fiddled with his fingers, “and I know we made rules and all that but this isn’t about that, we can discuss that later.” Bucky saw Steve was no longer typing but simply staring at his screen. “Steve, your sister misses you so much, she’s been curled up in bed crying about losing you, feeling punished for letting herself love someone, she’s kicking herself for something that was all my fault; I slipped up and y/n should be the last one to pay for it.” Bucky gave in and pulled up a chair, making Steve look at him, “I don’t care if we never talk again but my girlfriend is hurting and that’s what’s been killing me the most, so just talk to her, please?”

Bucky sat there, looking at his vacant face. After a sigh, Bucky rubbed his face and stood up, tucking in the chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, “y/n’s out for drinks with a couple of the girls,” Bucky said, “so she’s not here if you were thinking of talking to her.” Bucky left after that, knowing Steve wasn’t going to say anything.

When you stumbled back inside Bucky was quick to catch you, “what did I say about not letting her get stupid drunk?” Natasha just giggled and Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at all the ladies making their way to the kitchen. “How’s my baby?” Bucky whispered into your ear which caused you to get coy and curl into him, “are you a little cuddly, huh?” his finger made its way under your chin which caused you to giggle. You jumped on him to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I love you, Bucky-Bear,” you hugged him tightly, “we can run away together and never worry about anything ever again, do you want to run away with me?” you kissed Bucky’s neck as he walked into the kitchen to see them all eating chips and cookies.

“Sure we can,” he moved his head so you’d detach your lips from his neck and just cuddle into him.

Bucky stood with the group and held you like you were nothing, laughing and talking while the girls did their debrief at the kitchen island, talking about the songs and the dancing. Bucky kept you in his arms but placed you down so you were sitting on the island, letting your legs and arms wrap around him. You weren’t talking that much, Bucky looked over after five minutes of nothing to see you sleeping with your face on his shoulder.

“She did start to cry,” Natasha said sadly, “she had a lot of pent-up emotion and our uber cancelled on us twice so she was just really frustrated, but we all know she wasn’t crying about the uber.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed and rubbed your back, “I talked to Steve and told him to stop hurting her, you know?” Bucky looked at Nat and she nodded, “like he can be mad at me for as long as he likes, but stop doing this to your own sister, I can’t stand to see her like this, it’s awful.”

“I know,” Nat was the only one invested in the conversation, everyone else would forget this in the morning. “I feel like it’s borderline…I don’t want to say slut shaming but I can’t understand why he would be mad at her, I feel like he’d blame it all on you and only take it out on you- I know you didn’t do this but I thought he was going to pull the ‘you coerced my sister into dating you’ card… I really don’t understand his silent treatment,” Nat sighed and took a swig from her water bottle.

“I guess,” Bucky sighed and picked you up, having to hold you tightly because you were asleep and unable to squeeze your legs around his waist. “I’m going to get her ready for bed,” Bucky tried his best to smile, “I really appreciate you, Nat, she needed this.”

“She did,” Nat ran her fingers over your hair, “as much as she’s going to hate the hangover I think she really drained her emotions out and just let go for a moment,” Nat smiled at Bucky, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Bucky left the kitchen, the moment he turned he turned the corner he saw Steve. He was trying to slip away after eavesdropping but Bucky caught him, all Bucky could do was keep walking; he’s said his piece.

“Is she ok?” Steve finally spoke as Bucky passed him with his chin up.

“From being shunned by her brother or her night out?” Bucky snapped, not even looking at Steve and heading to his room down the hall.

After making it to his room he got you ready for bed, cuddling up next to you and holding you close. He had already gotten the water and painkillers ready for tomorrow morning. All he could do now is hold you, making you as comfortable as possible.

As Bucky lay there with your head on his chest, hearing your drunk snores, he thought about Steve. Bucky reminisced all the days together, growing up and finding one another again. Part of him questioned if all of their history went away the moment he found out, was this really the breaking point for Steve? All he wanted was for you to be happy with your brother but selfishly, he wanted his friend back.

“I can, like, hear your brain,” you mumbled and hugged him tighter, “we’ll figure this out in the morning, just forget it happened and hold me normally, please.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile, he rolled you both on your sides and kept you wrapped up. Getting into the familiar position his eyes started to feel heavy, and soon sleep took over.

********

Bucky stood in the kitchen by himself, sipping his coffee and watching the eggs and bacon cook. It has been two days since you had gotten drunk and Bucky talked to Steve, nothing had come out of Bucky’s attempt to get Steve to talk to you.

He could tell you were becoming depressed from losing your brother, the two of you were inseparable so it hurt a lot to have him cleanly break away from you. But all Bucky could do was continue to support you, and he did that by making you breakfast.

He flipped both eggs and poked at the bacon, trying not to have the grease spit back out at him, you were currently at the gym but he’d already be back in the room before you were done.

All at once, Sam ran into the kitchen, covered in sweat. “Barnes!” he yelled, “your girl is screaming at Steve in the gym-”

“Shit!” Bucky dropped everything and ran, quickly turning around and moving everything off the element while turning the stove top off. Bucky followed Sam all the way to the gym and busted through the door, immediately hearing your raging voice. “Everyone out!” he yelled at the agents standing and watching.

“Bucky, I can do this on my own!” you snapped at him, caught up in the anger towards your brother.

“I’m well aware,” Bucky put both of his hands out, “I’m just giving you two privacy, that’s all, love.” Bucky nodded when he saw you relax your shoulders, “I’m going to be right outside when you’re done, alright?”

Steve turned to Bucky, “you really love her?” he asked.

Bucky slowly tilted his head to the side, “I’ve been dating her for a year, crushing on her for two, and being fully hypnotized by her for three the moment she showed up to this place.” He looked at you, “can I keep going, or do you want this to still be you?”

“See,” you looked at Steve, “he cares about me, on a personal level that no one ever has,” you threw your arms in the air, “you need to accept this or I will have no problem sticking with Bucky.”

“You’d turn your back on your family?” Steve laughed to himself, “you’d seriously stay with him rather than your own brother-”

“You’re not even really my fucking brother, Steve!” the anger was making you jump in your spot, “when you found out I was related to you, you chose to keep me in your life, it was quick because you knew how much family meant to you,” you walked over to Bucky, taking his hand in yours, “well he’s my family now, and when shit got rough Bucky was not the one to run away, Steve…” you looked up at Bucky who couldn’t take his eyes off of Steve, “we can go now,” you whispered to him.

Bucky walked with you to your room, completely forgetting the breakfast he had made to lighten your day. The entire time you were talking about how much lighter you felt, having the ability to scream at him even though no solution was reached. As he listened to you his heart broke, you tried so hard to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal when in reality it was, you just weren’t letting yourself fully feel it yet.

Right as the door to your shared room closed you spun and pushed Bucky up against the wall, “I love you,” you breathed before kissing him harshly, it took Bucky three seconds before pulling away and trying to ask if you were alright, “I want passionate sex right now, I want you to fuck me, baby.”

“Woah,” Bucky whispered, “you’re not…honey, you’re not in the right mindset right now, this is not-”

“Please, Bucky,” you whined and dropped down to your knees, running your hand up and down his thighs, “I really want this.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked, shamefully getting hard. When you nodded he picked you up and threw you on the bed, “you tell me if you want to stop, alright?”

“I never want to stop,” you whispered into his ear before sucking on his ear lobe, moving down to kiss his neck.

“Do you want me to go down on you-”

“I’m already wet, just go,” you moaned, blindly reaching down and beginning to work on his pants.

The moment Bucky entered you, you pulled him close, letting his entire body weight crush you in a soothing sort of way. At first, his face was right before yours, kissing you every so often but really just wanting to look at you.

“Pretty girl,” he groaned and tucked his face in your neck, “fuck, I love you, it’s always been you, it’ll always be you, honey- holy fuck!” his hands were moving around, feeling you and touching you all over. “You’re fucking perfect, made for me, I got you,” he sucked harshly on your neck, “I’ll always protect you, and love you, and just-I’m gonna cum, honey.”

“Me too!” you threw your head back, “I love you, Bucky,” your fingers were splayed across his back, “all I want is to run away with you, just you.” your words of love quickly shifted in moans, all you could do was let yourself get lost in the moment.

Bucky had a strong aura, it was one that made you feel protected but also reminded you that he was your rock. Passionate sex with Bucky was something else, he could get you to your peak faster than anyone just because of how much love you feel as he whispers in your ear.

The moment you both let go was a moment of pure bliss, all you could do was dig your nails further into Bucky’s back as he rode out his own high. He stilled after finishing and just stayed there, keeping his head in your neck. While he whispered praises to you, part of you filled with love, an overwhelming amount.

“I love you, Bucky,” you tried to sound put together but the moment the words left your lips Bucky looked up at you, seeing tears stream down your face, “I’m not crying because I didn’t want it, it’s just…” you could see him freaking out, “it’s not you, it’s left over emotion from that fight.”

Bucky nodded and stayed where he was until you began to shift, he wiped you down and got beside you in bed after a while. He made sure you had enough water in your cup beside you and you were warm enough under those sheets. There were a few more sniffles, you’d wipe your face in the shirt Bucky put on because he was cold.

“I just want things to work out,” you cried, “why can’t he see I’m happy and just be happy for me?” your arms hugged Bucky tightly, feeling him hug you back just as tight.

“We’ll figure it out,” his lips brushed against your ear, “everything will work out, you just need to sleep, alright?”

It didn’t take much to knock you out.

********

Bucky’s mission was taking longer than expected but he wasn’t in any danger, his communications back to the compound were perfect with his updates. You weren’t allowed to know where he was or what he was doing but you were allowed time-frame updates, all because you held the title of ‘family’ for his file.

You stood at the stove with an apron on, it had caught three splashes which you were grateful for. The pasta sauce was bubbling so it was close to being done, you had gotten an update saying he was coming home in the middle of the night. If you or Bucky had a mission that ended late the other person would leave a meal in the fridge for when they got home, something easy to throw in the microwave.

“Hey,” you knew that voice from anywhere.

“Hi, Steve,” you said with your back to him. Nothing had changed since then and it had been over two months, Steve was slowly starting to adapt to you and Bucky showing affection in public but he still didn’t talk to you more than he needed to.

“What are you making?” you heard him pull out a bar standing at the island.

You were past trying to reconcile with him, he was the one acting like a child. “Pasta sauce, for Bucky,” you quickly added.

“Oh yeah, I heard he’s coming home tonight,” you could hear how uneasy Steve was, the way his voice slightly shook as he spoke to you.

You could feel his eyes burning holes in your back but you paid no mind, continuing to stir the pot and dodge the few bubbles. “Yep, late.”

“Yep…” Steve sighed but didn’t move, you could hear him just sit there.

Trying to meet him halfway was exhausting, it seemed there was nothing you could do to make him feel better except break up with Bucky. That wasn’t going to happen, it also helped that Bucky was very mature during this, always communicating with you about how he felt and if you needed anything. It further proved how immature Steve was, seeing that a man the same age was able to deal with their emotions perfectly.

FRIDAY came through on the speakers, “Sargent James’ jet is landing now.”

You spun around with a gasp, “he was supposed to be here at three in the morning,” you completely blew past Steve and ran to the land spot, laughing to yourself as you pictured hugging him.

The moment you opened the doors Bucky was already running to you, “there’s my girl!” he yelled and wrapped his arms around you the moment he could reach you, “no injuries for me, how was the month?” he whispered.

“Same as always,” you sighed, “but I’m so happy you’re home,” you nuzzled into his chest.

“He followed you outside, what’s that about?” you didn’t look over your shoulder, trusting Bucky was right. After pulling out of a hug Bucky called, “what are you doing out here?” towards Steve.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he was talking to Bucky, “I need to go for a walk with you.”

“Whatever you need to say can be said in front of y/n as well, bud,” Bucky wrapped his arm around you, “seeing as the situation involves her.”

“Look,” Steve walked up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I don’t fully approve of this but I do like the way you’re treating her, Buck, so…” he was awkward, not knowing how to word this because it seemed like a heat of the moment speech. “Yeah, I’m warming up to it.”

“Alright,” Bucky looked down at you, “I mean, that’s great but it doesn’t change anything about us, like,” Bucky laughed through the tension, “we’ve moved on like adults, I can honestly say we don’t care about what you think.”

“That’s a little intense,” you quickly added, “but I think what Bucky is trying to say is that we don’t need updates like this that you’re warming up to us dating because we are still going to date the same, your comfort is not a factor in our relationship.” you nodded and saw Steve’s face go red, “I hope one day we can be friends again and be buddies like before but right now, it’s team Bucky.”

Steve didn’t say anything else, he just watched you walk inside.

“Team Bucky?” he giggled in your ear, “I like it.”

You looked up at Bucky, “I have pasta sauce cooking, we can have it for dinner together.”

“Sounds good,” he kissed the crown of your head with his arm still wrapped around your waist, “can I make you a jersey that says team Bucky because I honestly love that?”

You laughed and fell into his side, “go for it,” he kissed you, “because it’s true.”

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warnings: very, very brief smut mention !

summary: steve confesses, bucky offers his help

a/n: another short but fast moving chapter for now, the next few will be much longer and explain/fill any plot holes or missing pieces :) I hardly proof read this so be warned

Bucky's eyebrow cocks up in confusion as he recalls the mission, "Yeah, what about it?"

Steve takes another deep breath, preparing himself to release the secret he's been keeping, "I found something during that mission."

Bucky narrows his eyes, his curiosity piqued as he leans forward. "Okay, spill it."

Steve leans forward too and rests his elbows on his knees. He knew that saying something was a risk, but keeping it a secret under the new circumstances was riskier. Steve's gaze fixates on the floor as he speaks.

"During that mission, when I was extracting the files we needed, I stumbled upon some classified files. They had information about a hidden experiment conducted years ago called 'Genesis,'" he explains.

Bucky leans forward, his curiosity getting the best of him, "What's that got to do with all of this?"

"It's got everything to do with it," Steve replies, "Genesis was made to create super soldiers and people with enhanced mental abilities like telekinesis, telepathy, everything in between. Their ultimate goal was to fuse DNA from both groups to create a new 'breed' of enhanced individuals."

"Steve, are you saying y/n is connected to this?"

"More than just connected, Buck," Steve admits. "Her father was one of their strongest super soldiers and her mother was an agent. Her mother was also the only successful recipient of the mental ability serum they curated. From what I read, her parents had a secret relationship. They disappeared when her mother became pregnant; likely to save her from whatever fate Hydra had for her."

A sigh leaves Steve's lips before he continues, "Essentially, y/n is the only living evidence that they existed- that this experiment existed."

Steve feels nothing short of horrible and shitty for keeping this from you. He wishes he hadn't done it, but now it was too late to take it back. All he could do now was fix it. And he will fix it.

Bucky's eyes widen as he starts to connect the pieces together. "Let me make sure I'm getting this right here... You're saying she's the only child of a super-soldier and a Hydra agent with mind blowing abilities, both of whom nobody has any knowledge of? And now she's carrying a baby who's a cesspool of these abilities?"

"Yes, but that's not all of it. I hired people to do some digging after that mission. Turns out that the man who conducted those experiments, the one who created her father, he's been searching for her parents ever since. I've had people looking for him, but he's been evading police for years too, changing locations frequently."

Bucky leans back and rubs a hand over his face. "And you think he's aware of her existence?"

"At first, I don't think he did. She had hardly any social media presence, she was homeschooled, her birthname had no relation to her parents. But now I know he knows she's alive. I got a pretty straightforward letter from him two days ago, and I'm not even sure how he found out she was with me. Figured that means he also knows that we've been following him."

"How do you know it was him? What did it say?"

"I know it was him because all it said was, 'I know who she is.'"

"Well, that's definitely straightforward," Bucky huffs, his heart feeling heavy with worry, "Is that why you told her you didn't want the baby?"

"I...I want her and that baby more than anything, but I can't put them in danger. He'll come for me first to get to her. He's probably been trying to find her for years. I'm afraid he's going to start taking more drastic measures if we don't find him soon."

Bucky tries to take in all the information thrown at him, but only finds himself able to focus on the part about you being in danger. "What does he know about her?"

"I don't know, and that's what scares me. I thought that if I got her away from me then he wouldn't have suspected she was ever here, but I guess I was wrong," Steve admits, guilt laced in his tone, "He wants her, Buck, and now he's gonna want our baby too."

"We'll figure something out, Steve. Don't worry." Bucky raises his eyebrows, still confused at what Steve's plan was. "How does her being alone protect her? What if he's already figured out where she is?"

"I wouldn't call it alone, she's just not with me. She's safe at the tower and I've been pulling strings to protect her."

"What kind of strings, Steve? Please don't tell me you've done something stupid."

"Haven't had to yet, just small stuff."

"Like?" Bucky urges, not taking the vague response.

"I stopped assigning her to missions. When I had to throw off suspicion, I made sure she would be with you or Tony. I've got people I trust watching over her when she leaves home alone too."

"That's a little creepy, Steve." Bucky chuckles briefly, shaking his head.

"I was doing everything possible to keep her from leaving a trace that he can pick up on. That's why she's not here and I'm in her chair, drinking this disgusting cocktail in this empty, lonely apartment."

The two of them sit in silence temporarily before Steve speaks again. "I even took down all our pictures and got rid of any trace of her in case he ever suspected me, just couldn't find it in myself to take those two pictures down," he says as he points at the only two remaining frames on the wall.

Bucky's eyes follow where he points and he finds himself smiling at the pictures. Steve smiles too, but because it's all he's got left of you at the moment even though everything in the house had you intertwined with it. Regret fills the holes in his heart and his eyes linger on the pictures for a little too long.

The photo taken at the beach with all three of you? You were in his favorite bikini and, unbeknownst to anyone else, he later fucked you in it in the kitchen while everyone else was outside swimming. Your first date photo? Well, that one's self explanatory. It was sentimental and he wasn't sure he'd ever take that one down, even if you decided you hated him forever.

"But I guess it was all this pain for nothing, huh?" Steve says, smiling weakly.

"You did what you could, just wish you would've came to me. You know I'm here for you and her."

Steve doesn't find it in himself to respond. Bucky was right, he shouldn't of tried to handle this by himself. Guilt pools in his stomach threatening to make him nauseous.

"Were you ever gonna tell her? She should know, Steve, this is her past we're talking about here. If she knows then she'll be prepared for whatever comes our way."

Steve taps his foot, his nerves slowly overwhelming him. "That's the woman I know and love, Bucky, and I know she'll go digging for answers. I can't let her get hurt, especially not now," he says.

Bucky knows there's some truth to this because he knows you almost as well as Steve does- you're relentless when something's important to you. However, he also knows that you deserve the truth- that's part of the whole reason he came to talk to Steve in the first place.

"You need to tell her," Bucky responds, his tone almost demanding. "I've been watching her hurt for the last few months over something that isn't even her fault."

"I know, and I'm gonna tell her..."

"It sounds like there's a 'but' coming after that, and I really don't wanna hear-"

"But I'm going to find him first."

For a moment he thinks to himself 'he can't be serious, can he?' Then he looks at his friend who has determination written all over his face. He sees a glimpse of that scrawny, nervous kid Steve used to be for a second, and that's what worries him; that's how he knows he won't stop until he finds this guy.

"I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. I'll take down all of Hydra if I have to, I'm not letting them get close to her."

"You don't even know where this guy is, Steve. As your best friend, I can't let you take a chance on getting hurt when you do find him. No matter how shitty you've been, she still loves you a lot. She needs you, and so will that baby."

"Buck, this is something I have to do-"

"Then I'll do it for you," Bucky interrupts, the words leaving his mouth before he gets the chance to second guess them. "Give me what you have on him and I'll handle it."

Steve is dumbfounded. He's got the same 'he can't be serious' look that Bucky had mere seconds ago.

"Absolutely not. With your history with them, that's not a risk I can let you take."

Bucky smiles sympathetically. "But I don't have a family like you will. Don't get me wrong, you and y/n are my family, but you've got a baby on the way, punk. I've got nothing to lose here, it's not up for debate."

Steve frowns at this. He looks torn, his emotions at war within him. On one hand, he wants to protect you and his baby at all costs. On the other hand, he can't bear to lose his best friend again.

"Bucky, you're like a brother to me; I don't think I can put you in harm's way and ask you to do this," Steve says, his voice filled with desperation, "But I can't risk y/n and the baby's safety either."

Bucky's expression softens as he places a reassuring hand on Steve's shoulder. "You're gonna be a father soon, Rogers. You need to be there for them. Just let me handle this, they can't get to me anymore. I've got more ties to Hydra than anyone, I can probably pull some strings of my own."

Steve sighs upon realizing that Bucky's decision is unshakable. "You promise me you'll be careful. You'll keep me updated on everything and if anything seems off, I want you to retreat immediately."

He laughs before saying, "You're gonna be a damn good dad, you know?"

Steve narrows his eyes at him. "I'm serious, Buck."

"Alright, alright. I promise, and I'll keep you updated, okay?" Bucky agrees, throwing his hands up in the air to show his compliance.

Steve then reaches for his phone and begins to compile all the information he's gathered about Zepher Hawthorne. He anonymously sends the files to Bucky who immediately starts to study them closely. Bucky glances up to give Steve a reassuring smile.

"I'll be as careful as they come, Steve. Don't worry about me."

With their roles now clearly defined, they continue to discuss their plan in detail. They agree on secure communication channels, establish a backup line for communication, and set up a timeline for Bucky's investigation into Hawthorne. It's a risky endeavor, and they know that, but they're both determined to protect you and the unborn child.

As Bucky prepares to leave, Steve can't help but feel a renewed sense of hope that he'd lost when you told him about the baby. He knows he has a difficult conversation ahead with you, but he's also more motivated than ever to show you his dedication to protecting your little family.

Right as Bucky's about to leave, he turns around to look at Steve. "I'll put it some vacation days and let you know once I have a lead; in the meantime, go talk to her. If you don't wanna tell her the full story until I find him, then you at least need to tell her that you want her and the baby. Sound good?"

"Works for me," Steve chuckles lightly before giving Bucky a tight hug. "See you around?"

"I always come back," Bucky jokes as the door shuts behind him.

With that, Bucky leaves to prepare. Steve, however, takes a deep breath and picks up his keys. He knows it's time to open up to you about everything that's been hidden for far too long. He stands in the empty apartment motionless for a moment, the weight of the impending conversation heavy on him. It's not that he doesn't want you to know, but he doesn't want you to worry. After taking a deep breath he leaves the apartment and locks the door behind him.

As he heads towards the apartment elevator, his mind races with thoughts of how to approach you. He knows this won't be easy, and he's prepared to take all your anger and confusion because he knows he deserves it. Yet he's also determined to help you understand that at first he did everything he did to keep you safe; now he's doing what he has to in order to keep his family safe.

You're in the Avengers Tower sleeping comfortably your warm bed. You're peacefully unaware of the bombshell revelation that has just been dropped, but it won't stay that way for much longer. As Steve walks through the hallways he finally reaches your room.

He hesitates briefly before knocking gently on the door. It's quiet in your room so he waits for a moment, but then...nothing. His worry grows and horrible thoughts swarm in his brain. He knocks again, a bit more urgently this time.

On the other side of the door, you slowly begin to stir. The knocking finally registers in your drowsy mind, and you groggily call out, "Who is it?"

"It's Steve," he answers, his voice riddled with worry.

His voice has you awake instantly, but your heart races at the seriousness in his tone. You slide out of bed and hurriedly make your way to the door. Your fingers fumble with the lock at first but you find it within seconds. The door opens to reveal Steve standing there, his expression tense.

"Steve?" you ask, worry etching into your features as you take in the look on his face, "Why are you here? Are you okay?"

He steps into your room and turns on the dim light before closing the door behind him. He sighs deeply, rubbing his hands together.

"We need to talk," he insists. "There's something I should've told you a long time ago."

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recruitment gone… right?

platonic!steven grant/marc spector x teenage!reader

summary: who in their right mind sends a teenager to recruit a dangerous vigilante all on their own? oh sam and fucking bucky.

warnings: teenage avenger reader, inaccuracies, clueless steven being an overall mess and a huge cap fan, violence, swearing, gen z shit? perhaps idk, 2k word count

request: ‘can you do a father figure Marc Spector/Steven Grant x A teenage avenger who was sent to recruit him? I imagine the reader being a typical Gen Z kid with a sarcastic sense of humor, but meaning well.’

notes: loosely based off this request i got MONTHS ago. i’m so sorry it’s taken forever this has literally been in my drafts for a year. not a whole lot of father figure-ing going on but i think it’s a funny little neutral recruitment blurb/one-shot. enjoy. also not sure if this is gen-z enough but i was not going to make this obnoxiously “relatable”

“It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Sam, I want you to think about what you just said. Then think about who you’re talking to. And then… consider the possibility that your plan might actually work if you send Barnes.”

A distant voice shouted through the speaker of your phone. “No can do, kid. Recruitment is below my paygrade now!”

You rolled your eyes, shuffling down a busy sidewalk in the midst of London. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I’m talking to the big champs now.”

You heard Sam chuckle in amusement, and you could imagine him shaking his head at your words. “You know what you gotta do. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can get back to base. Kick some ass with the big champs.”

“Yeah, yeah,” it was time to get serious. “Got it, Wilson. I’ll check in later.”

Instead, it was Bucky who answered. “You’ve got this, squirt!” 

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even give Sam a chance to get a word in before you were ending the call, stuffing your phone into your pocket and narrowing in on the bus stop ahead. 

This is stupid, you thought as you waited a safe distance away. You couldn’t risk your target spotting you before you could properly assess them. Who in their right mind sends a teenager—a freaking teenager—to recruit one of England’s most dangerous vigilantes?

You’re not scared—you were far more than capable to defend yourself, even against the famed Moon Knight—but it feels out of your way, something you’ve never been asked to do. But of course, as an Avenger, this was your duty.

You couldn’t help but think of this whole thing as a personal attack. With Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson assuming the mantle of interim leaders of the Avengers (or rather what remains of them), this whole mission seemed like their version of a practical joke. 

Those two loved you with all their heart, you didn’t doubt it, but they take the role of “fun uncles” a bit too seriously. 

But anyway, this recruitment... This isn’t fun. Not in the slightest.

This is like being a salesperson. 

Shudder. 

Finally, you catch sight of your target—Steven Grant, an extremely sleepy, stumbling gift-shoppist who had appeared at the bus stop surprisingly early for once.

He seems gentle enough, guard mostly down, clutching his bag with a paranoid grip but that was the only thing tense about him. He’s technically older than you, not ridiculously so, but a bit younger than Sam.

You watch as his lips start forming some words; it’s subtle, nothing anyone would really notice unless they were analyzing him piece by piece like you currently were.

Ah. You realized with a pleased smile. Steven Grant and Marc Spector are working together. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of the bus arriving, squeaking loudly as it stopped in the street. 

Showtime. 

There was a click in your brain, or that’s what it felt like at least, and a quick scanning of your surroundings made it easy to instantly blend in. 

Steven Grant was having a decent morning. He actually woke up in time, ate a decent breakfast, and rushed out of the house with ten minutes to spare. 

Even Marc had been pleasant this morning, making unusual small talk as Steven went about his business, getting ready for work. 

And everything was well. Up until now—as he stood in the bus, trying to keep himself from falling asleep on the passengers around him, despite the extra shot of espresso he’d slipped into his drink this morning. 

Steven. 

He jolted awake, pulling his head away from a man’s shoulder with a small ‘sorry!’

But before he could doze off once more, something odd came over him. A strange tingling feeling, as if he was being watched. 

It snapped the drowsiness right out of his system, eyeing everyone suspiciously. 

You feel it too, don’t you? Something isn’t right. 

“What—” He mumbled quietly, searching for the source but coming up emptyhanded.

There was nothing peculiar or odd about his fellow commuters. 

So, he continued about his day, feeling that unsettling eye on him at all times but unaware as to its source. 

It was only when his shift was over, that he was walking home, that he decided this charade had gone on for far too long. 

Despite Marc’s pleas to let him front, Steven stopped in his dead tracks, away from any curious eyes. 

“Oi, who’s there?”

Great job, Steven. If that isn’t the most cliché thing to say before the main character gets killed in a horror movie. Marc sighed. 

“Shut up,” hissed Steven quietly. “You know I don’t watch horror movies—”

Steven blinked and suddenly you’re there, standing in front of him as if you’d been there the entire time. 

“AH!” 

The scream echoed down the alley, high-pitched and nearly startling you into a similar yelp. 

But you were quite used to your presence spooking others, it’s a part of your abilities that you’d never been able to control. 

Chest heaving and cheeks tinted with embarrassment, Steven gave you a suspicious glare. 

“Oh, it’s—it’s just a kid,” he tried to brush off his embarrassing reaction. 

You scoffed, a bruise to your ego. “Not just a kid.”

“Well, I know what I’m seeing,” Steven argued. “And you look like a child—“

“Firstly,” you’re staring at Mr. Knight’s suit, taken aback by the change in his appearance that you’d apparently triggered by startling him so bad. “I’m seventeen. Second, I thought you had a whole—“

You aimlessly motioned around your head in a sort of halo way, confusing the ever fuck out of Steven who just stood there blankly.

“A whole w-what?” He gaped, desperate to know what you— a complete stranger — had to say about his kickass suit.

“You know, a whole cape thing goin’ on.”

Ha! Colonel Sanders.

Steven wished there was a way to punch Marc.

“Now, you’re just talking about my lesser counterpart,” Steven shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he had just been offended to the core.

“Ouch, hard feelings?”

Steven pulled his lips to the side. “You could say that— wait. How do you know about—?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” you interrupted. “I was sent here on behalf of an organization that is really interested in having you join our ranks. Normally, they’d send someone else but you’re stuck with me so—“

“What organization? What ranks? You’re hiring?” I guess we’re both interrupting each other now. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even if the task was annoying, you wouldn’t be returning to base with a new recruit if you hit him with a bunch of attitude.

Patience was not your strongest virtue. “Not exactly. As soon as you put that blade down, maybe we can talk some more.”

Steven looked down with a jolt, as if he hadn’t realized he’d been white-knuckling the weapon since you appeared.

Slowly, he started to store the blade before Marc cut in hastily. Hello? Are you seriously letting a kid tell you what to do? A kid who appeared out of thin air?

Steven caught Marc’s glare in the reflection of a small puddle, the road damp from London’s regular showers. He looked much more menacing than Steven, even with his half-assed suit. 

He hadn’t said it yet, but Steven knew Marc was aching to take over. And it was probably the smartest option- Steven wasn’t the best at confrontation. 

“Don’t hurt a minor please,” he pleaded quietly. Marc narrowed his eyes at the notion. But he nodded his head dismissively.

With a sigh, Steven allowed Marc to front.

All the while, you minded your own business as well as you could, staring at the sky suspiciously. You wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had sent Redwing to spy on you. Not because he didn’t trust you of course, but because him and Bucky loved to get a laugh in whenever they could. 

“Alright, let’s cut the bullshit. Who sent you? Harrow?” 

You nearly gave yourself whiplash from how fast your head snapped forward. 

The suit was different, cape billowing behind him, and eyes even whiter than before. They seemed to glow-- no, they were glowing-- and glare into the depths of your soul. You were almost intimidated.

“Who the hell is Harrow? Absolutely not. Since you asked so nicely, I was sent on behalf of Captain America.”

Captain America? He gripped the crescent blade tighter. 

He considered your words carefully, staring at you with the utmost suspicion. Lip curling up, head already starting to shake in disapproval, annoyance consuming him altogether— 

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s- that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. “It is pretty cool,” you shrugged thirty minutes later, chewing through a particularly large bite of your warm bagel. You were sat in the corner of a small, dingy bakery. What it lacked in aesthetics, the bakery definitely made up for in flavor.

“Do you think you could maybe, like I dunno, introduce us?” Steven asked with an excitement that barely kept him still in his seat.

You’re surprised he hasn’t gathered the attention of everyone else in the bakery, but for once, you’re not the one worried about being on the opposite end of a judgmental eye.

Being an Avenger in these post-Blip days isn’t as easy as it was before… stack that on top of being a ‘child’ and it’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

‘They’re too young!’

‘They can barely contain their abilities!’

‘The Avengers already ruined our lives before! Why should we trust a child?!’

Even if you denied it a million times, there was always a small part of you that craved their approval. Their vote of trust…Maybe this mission would help with that, once they learned that it was you who got the infamous bad-guy-turned-good Moon Knight to join the world’s mightiest superheroes…

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly you who got Steven to willingly agree. But there was absolutely no way in hell you were ever telling Sam that it was his pull that got the deal sealed.

“Sure,” you smiled back at Steven who just about died at your response. The coffee in his mug jostled out and splashed onto the table. “Big Captain America fan?”

“As of late,” Steven grinned. “So, when do we leave? Is—” He gasped suddenly and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is Captain America coming to pick me up?”

Jesus Christ. Marc groaned. This was a fucking mistake. 

Steven ignored him and looked at you expectantly.

You glanced up from your phone where you’d been rapidly typing something up. You did a double-take as you processed his question.

“Absolutely,” you deadpanned. “He’ll send a car for you. Probably meet you at the airport with his private jet.”

Steven’s eyes grew wider with every word. Marc was scowling in the reflection of the window behind you.

“Bollocks...” he breathed, staring down at his lap in disbelief. 

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t even know what to say. I mean, who—who would’ve thought they would send a seventeen-year-old to recruit little ole me—”

You saw something click in his brain. He looked up with glazed over irritation. “...you’re... you’re not being serious.”

“Of course, I’m not being serious, Grant. I got here alone and I’m more than capable of getting us back to base. You can save the fangirling for when we finally touch down alright? He’ll meet us there.”

Steven pursed his lips at you. 

Rolling your eyes, you finished your text and locked your phone with a click. “I’m being serious this time.”

Excitement poured into his gaze again. You’re not sure how Marc feels about it, only that after explaining yourself in very, very specific detail, he was open to the discussion. But it must be a mutual decision at this point. You doubt Steven would’ve gotten this far if his counterpart was fighting against it.

“Marc is on board?”

“Absolutely.”

Don’t lie. I’m regretting this more and more each second.

Steven continued. “Should I... should I pack my bags?”

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” you agreed nonchalantly.

“... now?”

You tapped your phone and glanced at the time. “If you want to make our flight in less than an hour, I’d say so.”

“Bollocks!” Steven exclaimed, nearly knocking the table over on his mad dash out the door. 

You snickered as he slammed into a lady on his way out. 

—————> the big champs + bucky

you: i’m expecting a promotion when i get back. and for you two to get off my ass already 

redwing’s bitch: I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard. Proud of you, kid

you: 😐

you: thanks i guess... expect a meet and greet when we get there. he’s probably going to be up your ass. steven’s your biggest fan. marc not so much.

you: and don’t worry bucky, they didn’t mention you at all <3

bucky bitchy barnes: fuck off. I have a fanbase. It’s on tweet.

you: wtf is tweet

bucky bitchy barnes: Don’t fuck with me you know what tweet is. 

you: my brother in christ... you mean to say twitter :,)

bucky bitchy barnes: I hate, no DETEST, your generation. 

ha ha

— elle <3

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[heaven4lostgirls]

reconciliation (S.R)

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader, billy russo x reader implied

warnings: angst, jealousy, kind of toxic?

summary: your conversation with steve has left him reeling to try and get you back, and you've just dropped the biggest blow to his chances of trying to win you back.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i'm really sorry this took so long to get out, uni has swamped me with work but here i am ig! maybe another update will get out during the weekend? dont hold me to that tho lmao

tags: @blackhawkfanatic , @buckys-wintersoldier , @witchychanel , @nicoline1998enilocin

part 1, part 2, part 3

You weren’t sure what you were expecting after your conversation with Steve if you could even call it that. It had been a couple of weeks and surely but surely you had started warming up to him again, it started with small nods in his direction as a greeting but that soon moved into small conversations. It had been a slow and torturous process for Steve, but he knew just as well as you did that, he was nowhere near even being able to exercise the ability to complain about his situation after what he had put you through.

The real heartbreak hit him when he realised, you’d been looking for apartments and job hunting, for some reason he had assumed that although you no longer joined the avengers for meeting briefings and were off the last few missions, you were just taking a break. Evidently, he was quite wrong, you had been spending your time responding to ‘work-related’ emails regarding a company called Anvil run by Billy Russo.

Now, Steve hardly kept up with any news that was not regarding his position as Captain America and very loosely he kept up with the NFL, so he knew next to nothing about Billy Russo until he was listening to your conversation with Tony in the kitchen.

You had walked in to make your breakfast and just as Steve and you had good morning to one another, Tony strolled through the open door on the phone with Pepper, adamantly in an argument with something to do with Tony’s public appearance at some gala.

“Pep-honey-, yes I understand but-“ Tony rolls his eyes and what Pepper says next and as you make your way to give him some privacy, he holds up his hands to make you wait and as your quirk an eyebrow, you lean against the kitchen counter waiting for the conversation to end. “Fine! Whatever you want! Just please don’t seat me next to that mayor” he pauses “yes! That one! He always smells like cheese” Tony shivers and you and Steve share a quick smile of amusement before you look away with flaming cheeks.

Tony hangs up the call and looks at you with a sly smile.

“Anvil huh?” he asks as he makes his way around you and Steve to the coffee machine, with a quick good morning to Steve, he looks at you expectantly.

“Oh, come off it Stark, I put in my two week notice ages ago, knowing Friday, he probably already told you when I applied” you reply with a joking eyeroll.

An automated voice floods through the system and you nearly jump out of your skin” I would never Miss Y/L/N” you’ve still got to get used to that. 

“Anvil?” Steve questions tersely with pursed lips, you can’t tell if it’s out of anger or worry.

“Yeah! It’s a private military firm and since I used to be in the Navy, Billy reached out to me and offered me a position as his personal assistant!” you reply enthusiastically and through your excitement, you fail to notice how Steve’s face falls and Tony’s eyes light up with humour.

“Billy huh?” Steve’s strained smile makes you pause for a second before Tony snorts into his coffee and as you turn to glare at him, he shrugs innocently.

“Yes. Billy. He asked me to call him that because we’ll be working together” you reply curtly and fight the urge to lash out at Steve and let him know he has no right to be jealous because he no longer has anything remotely more than friendship connecting the both of you.

“Doesn’t hurt that he’s good looking either” Tony remarks and yelps as you swiftly throw one of the knives near you towards the cupboards right next to his head.

You shake your head and move to leave the kitchen before you turn around to the both of them and remark “I shall now be going to set up a meeting time with my boss if that’s okay with you two idiots?” you smile sarcastically, and Tony just waves you off.

Steve frowns as he watches you leave with an ugly feeling of jealousy bubbling underneath his skin, he glares at the counter in front of him before his anger is interrupted by Tony’s voice floating through the silent room.

“You know, you were her boss once” he remarks, after he had comforted you as you sobbed in his arms, he had been particularly harsh and unwelcoming to Steve even though you had spoken to him about Steve trying to work whatever your relationship with him was.

“I’m aware” Steve responds as he grits his teeth whilst fighting the urge to break the granite counter under his fingertips. He scoots his chair out as he makes his way to ask Bucky to train with him, he’s got some anger to work out and Bucky is realistically the only person that could handle his full super soldier strength pummeling at them.

You had successfully set a meeting time to go over your contract with Billy with his current personal assistant since she’d be taking her maternity leave in the next couple of weeks.  Your mind had kept wondering to Steve’s reaction to you getting a new job, you understood his jealousy all too well since that wasn’t even the beginning of your deep-rooted jealousy and insecurities that affected you by Steve’s relationship with Sharon.

Still, you knew that it was no longer your responsibility to worry about his own emotions and how he coped with them. You no longer felt complied to comfort him whenever you saw his sorrowful longing gaze towards you whenever you walked into a room, or when hurt and pain flashes through his gaze whenever you referred to him as ‘Rogers’ in front of the others.

Meanwhile in the training room, instead of focusing on the hand-to-hand combat Steve had asked Bucky to help him with, he was basically interrogating his friend.

“What do you know about some guy called Billy Russo?” Steve panted as he tried to dodge Bucky’s jabs as he moves swiftly and quickly around the mat.

“Not much mate, just that he’s stinking rich for his age- hey! stop fucking jumping around like a goddamn bunny punk” Bucky huffs out at Steves insistent buoyancy.

“I’m just light on my feet!” Steve defends.

“Yeah, if you were on a fucking bouncy castle” Bucky rolls his eyes and winces as he doesn’t dodge Steve’s punch in time.

“Is he good looking?” Steve asks and Bucky has to pause to look at his friend with a weird expression. Steve just stands there with a serious expression and widens his eyes as if to say go on.

“Sure pal, the dude’s good looking, he was in that fuckin Forbes magazine for Millionaires under 30” Bucky says and watches as Steve loses focus, Bucky aims for his weak spot on his right shoulder and watches as his best friend collapses onto the mat, out of breath.

“What’s with all the questions punk?” Bucky frowns as he holds his hand out for Steve to take and as he pulls him up, he watches as his friend’s winces at the question.

“Y/N is going to work for him” Steve says and Bucky nods with a pitying smile on his face that Steve hates. He doesn’t want pity, he wants to fix this, except he doesn’t know how.

You’ve never looked better the past couple of weeks after yours and Steve’s separation, it’s almost as Steve was constantly sucking the life out of you and now you looked just as good as the first day, he met you.

He hates the idea of you going out into public and working under someone else just for someone to see what he once saw in you, now that he knew that you were unattainable for him at the current time but attainable for people like Billy fuckin Russo made him feel closer to possessive and feral than he’s ever felt.

“Then we’ve got work to do mate” Bucky slaps a hand on his shoulder as he maneuvers him out of, the room, chatting away about a plan to win y/n back. Steve is hardly listening and is planning to kill Billy Russo in 300 different ways before he’s even able to think about having a chance with you.

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[kassies-take]

If You Had To Pick

A/n: Age 5

Yelena: I think I’m their favorite

Peter: but that isn’t fair you’re their aunt and godmother

Yelena: I can’t help it I’m just the best

Kate: I actually think their favorite is me

Wanda: I don’t believe that their favorite would be any of you

Natasha, Bucky, and You: *enters room*

Natasha: *carrying you*

Peter: (Y/n) if mommy and daddy had to go on a mission tonight who would you stay with?

You: is mommy and daddy leaving? *looks at Natasha and Bucky*

Bucky: we’re not doll *kisses you head*

You: uncle Steve

Yelena and Kate: *groans*

Wanda: *giggles*

Peter: okay how about anyone here?

Natasha: *puts you down*

You: Lena! *runs to Yelena*

Yelena: I told you! *snuggles with you*

Bucky and Natasha: *heads to the kitchen to prepare snacks and meals*

Peter: if they weren’t related to you?

You: *grabs crayons and draws* Wanda

Wanda: yeah! *high fives you* We do all sorts of fun stuff like baking, cuddling, and coloring *moves a red crayon to you*

Peter: if you had to pick someone younger

You: Kate Bishop is funny

Yelena: she is isn’t she

Kate: HA

Peter: how how how come you don’t want me to watch you *crosses arms*

You: because Morgan would pick you first

Natasha and Bucky: *comes back with fruits, Turkey Roll Ups, and Carton Juices*

Natasha: Snack time

Yelena: Natasha we’re not babies!

Bucky: *asking you* do you want apple juice, cherry, grape, lemonade, or strawberry

Yelena: strawberry please!

Natasha: *smirks* you were saying?

Yelena: shut up

Kate and Peter: lemonade please!

Wanda: I’m good with my water

You: ummm grape no apple juice please

Bucky: *hands out juice*

Natasha: *puts the snacks down on the coffee table*

Bucky: *picks you up, sits down and puts you in his lap*

Everyone: *eating snacks and talking*

Yelena: *evil smirk* (Y/n)

You: yes

Natasha: whatever you’re doing don’t *glares*

Kate, Peter, and Wanda: but we want to know

Bucky: *siding with the “kids”* they want to know

Natasha: James! Don’t encourage her

Yelena: (Y/n) who do you love more mommy or daddy?

Kate, Peter, and Wanda: oooh

Natasha: *glares at Bucky* you had to encourage her

You: both

Bucky: is that so!

Yelena: imagine a piano is gonna fall on one of them. Which one do you want a piano to fall on

Kate, Peter, Wanda: *laughs*

Bucky: *bounces you on his leg* you gotta pick one

Yelena: you gotta pick one

Natasha: it’s mom or dad

You: Eh... dad

Bucky: *shocked*

Natasha: *laughs*

Yelena, Kate, Peter, Wanda: *dying of laughter*

Bucky: Wha- Why do you want the piano to fall on dad?

Natasha: *takes you into her arms*

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[majestyeverlasting]

Can you do a drabble with the prompts “come to bed” and “thank you for taking care of me”?

Of course! I really enjoyed writing this.

I've Got You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Life's always sweeter when you're by each other's side.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Part 2 of me failing to write a drabble.

The warm water pelting down on him nearly drowns out the tune he’s humming. He doesn’t recognize what song it is, but he reckons it’s something he used to know. After lathering the shampoo into his hair for a little while longer, he turns around to rinse it out. The suds are thick as they run down the expanse of his back, and just as he’s about to start humming a new verse, the bathroom door opens and he quiets. The sound of the last fleeting notes makes a small smile grace your lips. At least he’d found it within himself to sing, even if it was without words. He hadn’t said much when he first came home from his mission.  

“It’s me. I’m just getting your clothes,” you announce. Over the gentle rush of the water, you could almost hear a small sound of acknowledgement. You grunted softly as you bent down to collect his shirt, pants, and a few articles of tactical gear. “I’m gonna go put this stuff in the laundry room, okay? Holler if you need anything.” 

You’re too good to him. He stares down at his feet, watching as the water finally runs free of any suds. You haven’t left yet. He can hear you shifting and tinkering around. When you do eventually leave, he moves with more purpose as he cleans the rest of himself. He wants to be near you—needs to be near you. Rather than allotting himself the time to simply stand under the spray at the end of his shower, he cuts the water off as soon as there’s no more soap on him, and grabs his towel to begin drying off. After stepping out, he decides to brush his teeth to get it out of the way. 

You’re not there by the time he saunters into the bedroom, so he puts on his pajamas to the tune of his own thoughts. Most of them were repetitive. Either relating to the week he’d just spent in Europe, or the upcoming meeting Tony called for at the Compound. But, even then, they managed to circle back to you. In spite of everything that happened and all that was to come, he was home. And here, with you, he could breathe. 

His back is turned when you enter the room. And he can tell that you’re trying to tread lightly, so he doesn’t turn around to acknowledge you; he’s curious to see what you plan on doing. When you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his back, he nearly melts. Your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt to brush over his stomach for no particular rhyme or reason. But he likes it and wouldn’t mind if you never stopped. 

“Feeling better?” you asked softly. 

Bucky nods before realizing he should actually speak. You’ve spoiled him by being so in tune with his nonverbal cues. “Yeah,” his voice is a little gruff around the edges. “Missed you.” 

You squeeze him tighter. “I missed you too. I’ll sleep better now that I have my personal heater back.” He huffs out a laugh, and you’re reminded that one of the best feelings in the world is the gentle shake of his shoulders. “Want me to get your hair?” 

“Sure.” You use the hair tie resting on the dresser to put his damp hair into a low bun. He turns around when you're finished, and his eyes flutter when you brush your thumb over the scratch that’s already beginning to scab on his cheek. A disapproving furrow forms between your brows, and he bites back a smile. You regarded every new mark on his skin with the same distaste. After all these years, it felt good that you cared in that way. 

He turns his head to kiss your hand. “I’m alright.” 

“Still.” You cup his cheek and press your lips to his. A low hum vibrates through his chest. You pull away after giving him one last peck, and he watches you move to pull the covers back on the bed. 

Bucky walks to his side and follows suit, wasting no time climbing in. It’s only a couple hours past sunset, but the two of you always turn in fairly early when he comes back home from missions. Even if that just means laying in bed talking until sleep takes you under. He’s expecting you to climb in alongside him, but you turn to head off elsewhere. At first, it looks like you plan on leaving the room altogether. His response is more of a knee jerk reaction than anything. 

“Where’re you going? Come to bed,” his voice is so sincere it makes you smile. 

“The bathroom. I've gotta take care of my personal hygiene too, Buck. Can I do that?” You give him a playful tilt of your head. 

“Yeah, doll. Sorry. I just—sorry.” He laughs at himself and shakes his head. 

“I’ll leave the door open so you can see me, how ‘bout that? I promise I’m not running away.” You’re just trying to make his cheeks grow warm now—and they do. But even as he settles into bed, he takes advantage of the door being open, shooting occasional glances your way as you move through your night routine. 

When you finally do crawl into bed, you press minty kisses all over his face and down his neck until his eyes are squinted and he’s trying his best to keep breathy chuckles from pouring from his mouth. And when he manages to turn the tables on you, you’re worlds more undignified in your pleading. You’re still giggling and swatting at him when he pulls away, and he takes your hand to press amused kisses to your palm. 

Your breaths eventually even out and you find yourself laying there, gazing into his eyes. It feels good to have him by your side again. 

“I needed that laugh.” You can hear the earnesty in his voice.  

“Glad I could be of service.” 

A short silence stretches between you before he speaks again, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ve got you and you’ve got me.”

-

Thanks for reading!

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[saltsicklover]

Fan Mail - Part 1/2?

Title: Fan Mail

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2500

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Death/Murder - Let me know if I missed anything.

-- I am writing a part 2 for this, might even drift into a part 3. I don't see it going longer than that because I struggle writing long form stories. I hope you enjoy! --

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

Bucky has never gotten fan mail. Ill wishes and empty threats via the postal service sent from all over the world, sure, that's old hat by now. But, a well wish or a 'thank you' have never been penned for him. Those sentiments are reserved for the real heroes, not Bucky, definitely not Bucky. At least, that's what he tells himself every time he ends up empty handed while everyone else in the tower is ripping open letters. 

Every Thursday fan mail from the week gets brought to the common room of the tower. Each stack is bound together with a flimsy rubber band, each pile threatening to burst through the rubber being pulled taught against the paper. This has gone on for as long as anyone can remember, always a pick me up from the tough battles the Avengers always found themselves in. 

"You'll get something, Buck, don't worry," Steve tries to sooth Bucky with a firm grip on his friend's shoulder, "The mail isn't even important anyway." Bucky can't help but huff as he eyes the bulging pile of letters in Steve's hand, his fingers gripping the mail so tight Bucky thinks they might combust under the pressure. 

"Yeah, Steve, it's all good," Bucky manages, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. Neither bother to exchange another word, Steve just squeezes his friend's shoulder before heading down the hall. 

Bucky lets his eyes wander over each member of the team that still resides in the room, each with at least a handful of letter's in their possession.  He tries to push the uneasy feeling from his chests, the deep green envy sneaking in between the cartilage that partners his ribs with his sternum. 

The next week, is more of the same, and so is the week after that. Wanda likes to curl up on one of the plush chairs in the common area, letters in her lap as she carefully opens each one. She barely lets her fingertips touch the paper, the envelopes opened carefully with her fingernail. She keeps her hold to the outside edges of the cards, like she is worried that if she touches the words they may disappear. 

Sam likes to lean against the island in the kitchen, spreading the contents of each envelope out in front of him, taking each piece in like a mission report. He gets photos of women, with flirty words scrawled across the backs. Each note smelling of a different sweet perfume that always seems to give Bucky a headache as he walks by. 

Clint and Natasha open their letters together, sitting on the floor in her bedroom. Laughter flowing through the open door as Bucky passes. He tries not to focus on his lack of correspondence but that's always easier said than done. He is just thankful that most of the team views their letter opening as an alone-time activity so he doesn't have to witness the joy that radiates through them with each envelope they open. 

Bucky doesn't even bother to stop by the common room on Thursday mornings anymore, his brain has given up on the idea that he will get a letter, his heart following close behind. 

One unusually cold Thursday, the fresh spring flowers outside threatening to wilt form the cold snap, each bundle of letters is placed neatly on the coffee table; accompanied by a singular letter addressed to "Mr. James Barnes".  Steve spots the letter first as he browses over the piles in front of him. He snaps his eyes quickly back to the lone envelope and unbridled joy swells in his chest from somewhere deep in his soul. 

"Bucky!" He yells, his eyes never leaving the paper on the coffee table. "Bucky, get in here!" Steve can't help but let the newfound joy escape with his words, a wide smile spreading over his face as Bucky walks into the room. The smile make's Steve's cheeks hurt, but all he notices is the grumbling coming from his best friend as the brunet trapses into the room. 

"What is it Steve?" Bucky carefully pinches the bridge of his nose with his right hand, his left arm folding defensively over his body to hold the elbow of his right arm, the whole manner done without thought. 

"You got a letter," Steve speaks, the words coming out in a jumbled heap from his lips. Bucky cracks one eye open at him, staring at the blond across the room from under his dense eyebrows. Excitement sparks deep in his chest, glowing like a barely lit ember deep in the darkness. Each passing second causes his excitement to grow like flame overtaking dry grass but he does everything in his power to stomp out the feeling before it overtakes him. The words hang in the air, neither man daring to move. Bucky cracks his other eye open as he lowers his hand from his face, lacing his thick arms across his chest. "Did you hear me, Jerk?" 

"Yeah, Punk, I heard ya', just not sure if I believe ya', that's all," Bucky moves, each stride filling him with more anxiety as he gets closer to the coffee table. He tries to tell himself that Steve isn't just playing some cruel joke on him, and that maybe, just maybe, someone out there actually wants to write him a letter, but his negative thoughts get the better of him as he comes to stand next to Steve, a scowl burned deep into his features. 

"What is it, Buck?" Steve takes Bucky's shoulder in his hand, squeezing it reassuringly with a too tight grip. Bucky doesn't bother to look at his friend, his eyes are too focused on the lone envelope sitting on the coffee table, his name scrawled across it in blue pen. Steve watches as Buck's scowl melts into confusion, his eyes trailing over the ink again and again and again, almost like he doesn't believe it's there. All the brunet can manage to do is read his name, offering his friend a slight shake of his head at the question, or maybe it's at the situation all together. 

Bucky leans over to grab the letter, taking it carefully between his fingertips. Suddenly he understands why Wanda barely touches her mail, the feeling that it may go up in cinders from his touch prickles deep within his stomach. He has known all kinds of fear and anxiety, but this is a new feeling all it's own. 

Steve leaves the room without a word, leaving Bucky standing there alone, the beige envelope balances delicately on his fingertips, palms facing the sky like he's begging for a answer to an unspoken prayer. 

Bucky doesn't open the letter for weeks, and nobody says a word about it. Hell, nobody but Steve knew it existed until it fell out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket when he sat down for dinner. Tony wanted to tease him about it, but the warning looks that he received left him coughing up his miss sipped iced tea instead. 

Bucky found himself taking in the details of the envelope whenever he could, between missions and meetings, at night before bed or in the morning over his first cup of coffee. The blue ink on the front has smudged a bit from when he got caught out in the rain, but the soft tan of the envelope and the striking depth of the ink still draws his eyes. The stamp placed delicately in the upper right hand corner was adorned with a beautiful yellow butterfly had been stamped over with an official marker for the postal service. There is no name, just a PO box located in New York City. The thought of his name alone on the envelope left a tinge of loneliness in his heart if he thought about it too long. 

When Bucky finally gets the courage to open the letter, three weeks had passed. He sits on the corner of his bed, the lamp from the bedside table illuminating his careful movements as he slips a finger under the seal. Carefully, he tears it open, pulling out a couple of pieces of paper, folded over on themselves. They are the same color as the envelope, the ink the same too. He holds the paper under the lamp, letting his eyes drift over each sentence, word, letter. 

"Dear Mr. James Barnes, I hope this letter finds you well. I would like to start off by saying that I was unsure about writing this letter to begin with, but my therapist says that by writing it I may be one step closer to healing, so I decided to give it a shot. You don't know me, so this might seem odd, but give me a chance anyway, please. 

When I was nine, a man broke into my home, the home I shared with my grandparents. I didn't know it then, nor did I for some time, but my grandparents were holding onto some information that I later came to learn was for Hydra. My grandfather's father worked for a man named Arnim Zola, and he had stolen files from him. Those files were passed down to my grandfather. 

Now I don't know that much about what my grandparents did for Hydra, or why they were holding information for them, but I do know that they were cruel and abusive towards me. They would send me to sleep, often without food for nights at at time. My grandfather was keen on hitting me with a leather belt. I won't bore you with the details. But, that night the man broke into our home, I knew from that moment that my whole life was going to change, so I hid in the coat closet while the man shot them. I know I should feel guilty for not helping them, but all I could feel was the relief that they would never harm me again. Besides, they passed quickly.

It is odd to feel so thankful for such an act of violence, but that man saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful, which is why I write to you now. When everything with the bombing of the Sokovia Accords happened, I finally put together that the the Winter Soldier was the man who saved me. 

I know that part of your life is long behind you, but from one suffering soul to another, I just want you to know that you saved me, and I can't thank you enough. I hope this is able to provide you with some sort of closure, or healing, just like I am hoping it will for me. 

With warmest regards-"

Bucky can't help but read the words over and over again as a sickening feeling twists deep in his stomach. The first letter he has ever gotten as a hero, in this new life of his, is really written the darkest version of himself that he wishes he could forget. Hell, he would flay his skin open himself if it meant that he could undo his trespasses made at the hands of Hydra. 

Maybe its the salt sick sweat that coats his skin or the trembling of his heart beat through his veins but Bucky feels sick. The type of sick that makes you want to wash yourself from the inside out, yet he can't stop reading the words. 

He doesn't sleep that night. Or the next. Or that week for that matter. Steve is the only one to notice the sudden shift in his best friend. He urges the older man to speak, to lean on him for support but Bucky refuses, the sick feeling settling deep in his bones whenever he thinks about the letter. Maybe it's because deep down, beneath every single bit of self loathing, the acquiesce of bile soaked enmity he feels proud. 

He knows he shouldn't, the brunt edges of his life too fragile, the healing too slow, but the jewel of his ego only seems to feed off of the words scribbled in that letter. Even after all of the disaster, destruction, and death he caused, something good actually came out of it, and for that he feeds the feeling in his chest- the satisfaction that drowns out the loathing. 

The next letter Bucky receives comes a month and a half after the first, the PO box in the corner of the envelope the same as before. His stomach twists at the sight but his heart pounds with a sort of excitement he hasn't experienced in years. 

"Dear Mr. James Barnes, I hope this letter finds you well. I hope that you have received my last letter and that you got the chance to sit down and read it. I am sure you get so much mail all the time and part of me worries that my little envelope got lost in the shuffle of it all.

I must say, though I told myself over and over not to expect you to write back, I have to admit that I am a little saddened that you didn't. I know you can't possibly write back to everyone that sends you a letter but I couldn't help but get my hopes up. 

I have talked about the last letter with my therapist, and I think it helped me find a new sort of closure for that part of my life. Now, however, my heart seems to be missing something to dwell on, or possibly look forward to, which is why I am writing you again. 

I hope this isn't too forward but I was hoping that maybe we could be pen pals. I know it sounds old fashioned, maybe a little silly, but it's always a 'no' if you don't ask, right?" 

With Warmest Regards-" 

Bucky reads and rereads the letter again, a feeling of confusion and excitement swirling together in his chest. He can feel his heart beat below his skin, pulse thrumming hard and fast. He can't help the joy that courses through him at the words on the page, simple and blue, jotted down quickly by the way the ink flows together letter to letter. 

Maybe he will write back, the thought nags him every free moment that he finds himself in. It also nags him during meetings and on mission. He can't help but try picture their face, but the nothing comes to mind except a feeling of happiness, or maybe even pride, and it swells in his chest leaving him a new form of breathless. 

Bucky carries both letters with him, tucked deep into the chest pocket of his jacket, or under the suit he wears for mission. The letters pressed close to his heart. He takes comfort in knowing they are there, that someone is out there, thankful for his existence. He is thankful, too. 

Maybe he will write back, he tells himself just before he turns out the light to go to sleep. Maybe he will, maybe, maybe maybe. 

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Infatuation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N Taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Intrigued

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Personal Report 

Name: Isabella Maria Davis 

DOB: 4 July 1999 

Birthplace: Brooklyn, NY 

Education: New Jersey City University 

Status: Senior, Education Program 

Residence: 852 State St Apt 12, Jersey City 

Roommate: Delilah Stevens 

Medical: No known  

Religion: Catholic 

Employment: Intern, Stark Industries 

Family 

Mother: Maria Elizabeth Davis (deceased) 

Father: Michael Phillip Davis (deceased) 

No known siblings 

No known relations 

Relationship: Single 

Previous: unknown 

Miss Davis is a relatively quiet person.  Quiet social media presence.  It looks like there may have been a previous relationship, but the details have been scrubbed from all known databases and social media files.  

Curiously, the same can be said for the family details as well.  Her parental information is from her birth certificate, but any other traces have so far been undetected. It is as if she has been placed in a bubble.  I will continue my search.  

Steve poured over the short report that landed on his desk two days after the gala.  He knew Bucky would always be thorough but the fact that so little was known about the elusive Miss Davis just added to Steve’s infatuation of her.  He looked over the pictures provided.  Her walking into the Grant building, at the gala, walking outside of Stark.  The photos didn’t do justice to her violet eyes.  He hit the intercom. “Devon, can you have Bucky come in as soon as possible.” 

“Yes, sir.”  

Steve stood up and faced out the window.  He could see the old Avengers tower, which Stark still kept his business in.  He imagined Belle there, working hard.  He needed a reason.  He wanted a reason to see her again.  He heard a knock on his door.  “Enter.” 

Bucky came in, hands in his pocket.  “You needed to see me Cap?” 

“What is it with you and Wilson calling me names I don’t have anymore?” Steve smiled at his oldest friend.  

“You’re still in charge, just not on the battlefield.”  Bucky shrugged.  “Whatcha need punk?” 

“Miss Davis.  Have you found anything new?” 

“Possibly.  I didn’t present it yet because I’m still trying to figure it out.  You know that new intern program?”  Steve nodded.  “Natasha told me that the only name that wasn’t included on the potential transfer list was hers.”  

“What?” 

“Yeah, I was going to get into it more but Stark had made it clear to Nat that she was off limits.  Curious, don’t you think?” 

“Very.”  Steve turned back to the windows.  “When did he give the list?” 

“The morning of the gala.  Before she was here in the building.”  

“Buck, I think I need to visit Stark today.  Can you ask Devon to see if she can find out if he has time?” 

“Sure.  No problem.”  Bucky moved to exit but stopped.  “What is so special about her?” 

“I don’t know.  That’s why she’s special. I want her but I need to know she would be okay with it.”  

“You could just call her.” Bucky smirked.  

“And where would be the fun in that?” Steve returned the smirk.  

Devon managed to find a time for Steve to visit Stark.  Bucky drove him through the city, Steve lost in thought.  When he pulled up, Steve went straight in, already known to the security and staff and headed up to Stark’s office.  

Tony Stark was the owner of Stark Industries but Pepper was the CEO, a role she took seriously.  Steve knew he would have to talk to Pepper first before Tony.  He stood in front of her secretary.  “Hello. Could you let Mrs. Potts-Stark know that Steve Rogers is here to see her.”  

“Right away, sir.”  

Pepper came out a moment later.  “Steve, to what do I owe the pleasure?”  

“Hi Pepper.”  He kissed her cheek.  “I have a meeting with Tony but I already know I have to go through the real boss.”  

She laughed.  “At least one of you understand that.  Come on in.”  He walked into her office, windows around to take in the cityscape.  “What can I help you with?” 

“I saw the intern list for the transfer.  Nat is still vetting but I noticed that Belle Davis is not on the list.  I thought she was one of your interns.”  

“Really?”  Pepper moved to her computer and reviewed. “Huh.  She is not on the list but she is definitely on the intern list.  Let me see…” she clicked a few more times.  “Says here that Tony specifically requested she remain.”  Pepper looked at Steve.  “You would have to take that one up with him.”  

“I figured.  All right then.  Did you need anything from me while I’m here?” 

“Just if you are going to the education benefit next week?” 

“If I can get the date I want, sure.  If not, maybe.”  

“Steve.  You can’t avoid being in public forever,” Pepper admonishes.  

“I can try.” Steve frowned.  “I left that public part of my life, remember?  I’m not the shield anymore.”  

“But you can still wield it for a better cause.  Just, think about it ok?  We miss you around here.”  

“I miss you guys too.”  Steve hugged Pepper and headed out to the other side of the floor.  He knocked on Tony’s door and then was blasted with high volume AC/DC playing as soon as the door opened.  “Friday, mute,” Steve said.  

“No one gave you permission to stop my music, Rogers.”  Tony came from behind his desk to shake the former Captain’s hand.  

“I’m saving your hearing Tony.  So, you can listen to Pepper more often.”  

Tony waved his hand.  “What did you need Cap?”  

Steve sighed at the title but let it go.  “I wanted to know more about Isabella Davis.”  Tony snapped his head up.  “I’m starting an education internship and she mentioned she was earning her degree in education.  Her name is not on the list of interns that could be transferred.”  

“Because she isn’t available,” Tony was quick to say.  “Belle has her internship and scholarship tied with Stark Industries.  Since she is only a month and half or so away from graduation, I figured there was no need to make her a part of it.”  

“And if I offered her one?” 

“That’s up to her.”  Tony looked nervously at the door.  “Look Rogers, Belle is a sweet girl and I’m just looking out for her.”  

“I get it.  She was a great girl at the gala. If I see her, I might offer her a place.  Just a fair warning.  I leave you to whatever it is you’re doing.”  

“Sure, Steve.  Thanks for the heads up.”  

Steve exited the workroom and head towards the elevator.  Lost in thought, he barely noticed the doors opening but looked up and saw the violet eyes he had been dreaming of for the last few days.  “Miss Davis.”  

“Mr. Rogers,” Belle squeaked.  She had not been able to get him off her mind either but assumed it would fade with time.  After she ran, Tony had called and asked if everything was ok.  She lied and said she was feeling ill, not wanting Tony to think there had been a problem with Steve.  

“May I have a moment of your time Miss Davis?”  She nodded and he gently guided her back into the elevator.  It started to move but he pushed the emergency stop.  “You ran,” he said simply.  

“I, uhh…” Belle didn’t know what to say.  

“It’s ok Isabella.  I didn’t say anything to anyone.” Steve tried to reassure her. “I’m here because I wanted to offer you an opportunity.”  

“At what?” 

“I’m starting an education focused internship.  You mentioned at the gala how you were in the education field and I figured you would have some insight on it.”  

“Well, Mr. Stark already asked me to stay on as his personal intern for the remainder of the school year. It gives me time to finish my thesis for graduation.”  

“Oh.”  Steve tried not to look crestfallen.  “Well, if you have an idea on how I could structure it or well any ideas on how I can help in the education field please let me know.  Or if you change your mind.”  He took out his card and handed it to her.  

She looked at the business card.  “You could start a teacher outreach,” she whispered.  

“What was that?” 

“A teacher outreach.”  Belle looked up.  “Did you know that most teachers pay for school supplies out of their own pockets?  Maybe you can help with that.”  

Steve smiled. “I could do that.  Thank you, Isabella.  I’ll let you get back to work.”  He released the emergency stop and the doors opened again. Belle exited and turned back when he said, “I hope I can see you again.”  

“Why?” 

“Because you intrigue me, Isabella. And I want to get to know you.”  Steve gave her a heart stopping smile and the elevator doors closed.  

NEXT

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Stucky fight headcanon...

I hate when my faves fight but the angst-obsessed goblin in me just CAN'T stop thinking of Bucky and Steve getting into a fight about some mission-related thing, and either Tony (if it's the current timeline) or Dum Dum (WWII timeline) steps in and tells Bucky to take a walk.

Something like...

"And I told you to stay put, Steve! You just compromised this whole damn mission and yourself for what- some cargo?!"

"Bucky, you don't understand I couldn't leave it-!"

"It's a bag Steve! You could've died, for a bag!"

And Steve gets all teary eyed and frustrated because Bucky doesn't understand, he had letters in that bag and trinkets all meant for Bucky before he'd gotten the serum! Letters telling his best friend how he'd loved him as more than a friend and was ready to fight and die by his side for the rest of his life!

Tony/Dum Dum know this, but Bucky doesn't, so he just thinks Steve risked his life for nothing, being the stubborn little shit he always was back in Brooklyn. They get in between them to calm things down before Barnes says or does something he'd regret and end up hurting Steve unknowingly in the process.

"That's enough! Barnes, take a walk."

And Bucky goes, "Oh, you're taking his side like he just didn't jeopardise this whole operation?!"

To which they reply, "He's upset and you're making it worse. We'll talk about it when you've calmed down!"

Bucky scoffs and says, "yeah, whatever," as he stomps off without even a second glance at Steve who looks stricken and sick to his stomach, holding the very same bag in his shaking hands, tears dripping down his face as he wonders the chances of Bucky loving him back after this.

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okay, thoughts on the latest happenings hmm, first off, I love Tony and Pocket's brother-sister dynamic, it's so funny and sweet. If it were me, I would've asked for a house and a retirement fund and a bunch more but then again, she is already working for Stark Industries, so I think she's already set lmao. And obviously, we already knew Tony didn't authorize the shit Joseph just pulled, but I'm still not buying the fact that she did it alone. I mean, she could've since she's well capable, but something is still very fishy about it.

which brings me to Steveioli (I really like the nickname now, it flows off the tongue so well), hmm, okay, I don't think he's that bad now, but still keeping one eye open because I still don't trust him. Which brings me to my first theory, I feel like this short interaction between him and Pocket is going to cause something. And Juniper will be the one pulling the strings because lol the manipulative sack of shit she is. Like, she's probably good with tech too, so what if she managed to get footage of the dance, or just Steve walking Pocket to her room and then show it to Bucky? (or maybe Steve would give it himself but i digress) And I fear that's going to trigger something ESPECIALLY knowing how Jocelyn is going to spin it. And yeah technically Bucky and Pocket aren't together albeit the blurred lines with this friendship, so she doesn't really owe him anything. But, I wished she could've told Bucky about the interaction with Steve first so he knows the truth of what happened before Jennifer manages to twist it. AGAIN THEORY. But I really do have a feeling Something is going to trigger Bucky to do something rash (not cheat, but I can't pinpoint as to what yet. Maybe some harsh words being spoken or him defending Jomar again). Either way, it's going to be related to Steve because he always seems to be a sensitive topic.

Also, to add, why was my danger alert flaring when Steve handed Pocket that lemonade? Is that me being paranoid? lol but then again, we don't really know what's going on with Pocket being sick so maybe I'm just reaching. But since I have an inkling that she was given something, I'd be wary of accepting drinks from anyone. ESPECIALLY the person who's still madly in love and probably has a secret mission to break a relationship for good. But hey, maybe that's just me.

And I'm so anxious as to what's going to happen on the mission. (help as i was typing this a theory came to mind) What if Bucky gets badly hurt because Jakari sabotages it just like she did with Rhodey? But instead of Bucky being mad at her, he's still going to defend her? Say something about it wasn't her fault blah blah blah and it's going to anger Pocket especially if badly is hurt. OR OR ON THE FLIP SIDE, what if Judith intentionally hurts herself and make it look like Bucky didn't defend her or somehow makes a spin that it was his fault? THEN he'd start taking care of her, not because of anything fishy or feeling wise, but because he feels GUILTY and feels like he HAS to which, goes back to what you said about the way he followed through with his actions. Idk idk I'm probably reaching and I could be so so wrong haha sorry i'm just a theory girly

But anyways, CONGRATS ON FINISHING THE FIC. that's a great achievement you should definitely celebrate! Though I do get this would bittersweet though. But hey, don't be sad that it's over, be glad it happened. Keep doing what you're doing! you're amazing, lots of love!

— Jnon 🤍

Jnon! Hearing from you never fails to make my day! NEVER. I love you and you're perfect. I love writing Tony and Pocket. They bring me so much joy with their banter. Right now, though, Pocket's got no need for a house. I leaned on it much more in earlier drafts, but Pocket's fucking loaded. Like, she may not be a billionaire, but she aint' hurtin', lol. Obviously, Tony didn't send Joe Jonas to Russia; he hates her almost as much as Pocket does at this point, but as for whether or not she got in on her own... well, we shall have to wait and see!

As for Steveioli, it does roll off the tongue so smoothly! There are definitely repercussions concerning his encounter with Pocket at the gala, which you'll start hearing about this afternoon! I want to say so much more, but EEP! I cannot not! I will say, the lemonade, like the Thai food, was safe. No worries there. It was more like Steve trying to make a point to Pocket that he knows her so well. Pathetically. Your theories as to what could happen on the mission with Bucky and Jabba the Hut are fantastic; I wish I had come up with any one of them, but I did not. :( And finally, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I had a moment yesterday where I typed the final sentence and was just like "shit; now what do I do with my life?" I'm pleased to say, I'm ten pages in to With Friends Like These already, so I think we'll be good, lol. And while I was so happy to finally be rid of The Famous Jett Jackson (wow-- that's a throwback; I'm old), I'm nowhere near done with Pocket, I think. I love her too much, lol. As always, I love getting your responses. They make my day! J'scoons

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Soooooooo since I was only around in the movie for like 30 minutes or so, I missed loads of like actual important information that would’ve been nice to know beforehand.

The short answer rant is this: What. A. Shit show.

Like…like hell, I don’t even know where to start with all of this. It gave me a headache.

Brace yourselves, gang, I’m not holding back.

First of all, apparently sitting down and having an actual conversation about the Accords was a little too much to do for them? Like they started to but nothing came out of it. A stand still. I would think something that big would make them sort through it all until they came to some kind of collective agreement, but I guess not? 🤷🏻‍♂️

Secondly, both sides made mistakes. Big time. Both thought they were doing right, and I definitely get that, but both sides could’ve done better at what they were doing. I guess retrospect’s 20/20 but yeah.

Also, I really can’t stand Ross. Not the clean shaven Ross but the one with the mustache and the high and mighty, sourpuss attitude. Like what a creep.

The real bad guys here? The government.

How the hell did the Avengers just learn about the Accords 3 days before they’re supposed to be ratified? Shouldn’t that have been like breaking news from the moment somebody breathed about it?

And Ross being like “you’ll retire” if the Avengers decide to go against the Accords? As if he could actually do anything about it. I mean, who the hell does this guy think he is? Thanos?

Also what is it with baseball caps and sunglasses as disguises? I know I pulled the same stunt but it wasn’t my idea. I said no and got outvoted.

And look, I think Wanda’s great, but she wasn’t a kid at the time this all went down. I appreciate Cap wanting to protect her since she was like the newbie, but she messed up. That was really bad. I don’t know what she could’ve done to fix it, but maybe at the very least the Avengers could have issued a public apology.

I think Steve has serious Bucky issues and I genuinely don’t understand.

And Vision saying the whole world started having more enhanced since/because Tony said he’s Iron Man is bullshit. Last I checked, and Ant Mun backed me up here, all the big bads that have shown up in our world happened because of things NOT related to Tony! What, just because they called the move Captain America Civil War, they’re gonna make Tony the bad guy or something? Bullshit.

ALSO! When T’Challa was fighting Bucky and the UN chopper just started shooting at them both, thank goodness T’Challa was wearing Vibranium or that would have caused a plethora of other problems. Funny how the Avengers get fingers pointed at them over collateral damage for the sake of the mission when that chopper was literally doing THE SAME THING.

WHY DIDNT STEVE JUST EXPLAIN TO TONY TEN MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE THAT BUCKY WASNT BUCKY AND HAD NO CONTROL WHEN THE WINTER SOLDIER SHIT HAPPENED?!

Oh don’t worry. I’m getting to Siberia, hold your horses.

I’m not really sure on the timeframe here, but I’m think the Accords weren’t actually ratified yet when the whole airport fight happened soooooooo I don’t think Creepy Ross had any real power yet to tell Tony what to do.

I’m not going to touch on the lady who lost her son because I can’t even fathom that kind of grief. And I don’t want to. Ever. And I know grief makes you do things so I don’t know. My heart just hurts for her. I hate Tony got the brunt of that but still.

Speaking of grief making you do things? Zemo. I know who he is now, and I really can’t stand the guy. I hate he lost loved ones, and I hurt for him in that department. But when he decided to go all batshit psycho over it, some sympathy’s lost. Like he went through some hella trouble to make the Avengers unravel.

Siberia…*sigh* Siberia was really hard to watch. Like it was painful. It was…frightening. I almost wish I didn’t watch it. I had an idea what was going to happen because of what Tony shared but to see it for myself…

*sigh* This whole movie is a testament to honesty, trust, and open communication. Or rather what could happen with a lack there of. Ya know, me hearing about the Avengers before I joined them and seeing them on tv for interviews and stuff, I thought they were tight. An actual, close knit team. Maybe a found-family. But sooooooo much could’ve been avoided if they had just acted like that.

If they’d just sat down and talked it over. They could have an arguing match over it all if necessary, hell friends and families do that. If they had really trusted each other and let each other in on things instead of keeping each other out and building up secrets and agendas. Too many bosses and not enough coworkers.

It hurt, Iron Mun. It hurt to watch. Those are my friends and…there were times it felt like I didn’t even recognize them.

And then watching me show up felt so surreal. They got that whole interaction with the rest of “Team Cap” down to a T. I remember being so excited to be called up by one of the OG Avengers, one of my heroes, feeling honored and ready to do more and help people and do what’s right. Make a bigger difference than I already was. But God, I had no idea. I had no fricking clue.

In the end, Civil War was just like any other war. A mess. Both sides made mistakes, everything could’ve been done better, and nobody came out unscathed. In fact, everything ended up worse because of it.

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Bucky Barnes ~ Here With You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC (could be read as an xreader if you like, oc uses she/her pronouns, and has a lower leg amputation. other than that, she is given no physical descriptions or name)

Summary: Semi-realistic one-shot about oc helping Bucky take care of his prosthetic. I thought it would be interesting if Bucky actually had to take care of what remained of his limb like real people who have lost a limb do. Basically, a safe, cozy little thing about taking care of Bucky and helping him. Set post CA: Civil War. Written as platonic <3.

Warnings: some descriptions of limb care, mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), cuddling ig lol

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She’d been paying plenty of attention to Bucky, as always. He had been shifting and rolling his left shoulder more than usual and she suspected the pain was getting worse. He was so private about anything relating to the arm, or Hydra, even his hair was a sore spot at times. He’d grown to trust her more, slowly, painfully slowly, but it was progress. She knew she’d say something eventually, she just hoped she wouldn’t push him away.

“Hey James,” she started quietly once they were alone in his room.

“Oh great,” he groaned.

“What?,” she laughed at his tone.

“You. You only call me ‘James’ when you’re worried about me.”

“Well by that logic, I’m worried about you most of the time - actually yeah, that checks out,” she chuckled lightly. “Does it bother you?”

“Nah, not really. I don’t know. Just spill it. What's on your mind?”

She laughed at him again. He was very fed up with everything lately. But you know, lovingly.

“I’m worried about the phantom pains,” she said cautiously. He stiffened a bit but didn’t brush her off so she went on. “I know you don’t like to talk about it, I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you in pain. And I know you don’t take care of your shoulder like you should.” She wasn’t chiding him in any way, just stating the truth. He hated to be reminded that the arm was metal, so he rarely removed it to tend to his shoulder.

“I want to help you with it, if you’ll let me.” She kept her tone neutral, not pushing him.

He sat in silence as the minutes stretched on awkwardly. She was used to his silence and let it rest, looking around the room so as not to stare at him.

Bucky knew she was right. It hurt like the dickens and he hadn’t properly cared for his remaining shoulder in far too long and things were happening. It embarrassed him immensely but he knew he wouldn’t do it on his own.

After a very long four minutes, he sighed and she turned her attention back to him.

“Okay,” he said simply and kept his voice as void of emotion as possible. She smiled gently and nodded, standing and going to where they kept the things they needed. It was hardly the first time she’d helped him. She would hold off bringing it up as long as possible, giving him every opportunity to deal with it himself. It was an effort to dignify him, but she realized she’d left it too long in between. He never seemed to be able to do it on his own.

Her own leg clicked quietly at the joints as she walked, it was hardly noticeable to anyone else. About five inches below the knee her left leg was amputated. After a mission had gone wrong, she had been forced to lose the limb and now she had her own prosthetic to care for. The time it took to properly care for the prosthetic was a bit of a nuisance, but she was thankful that the experience let her help Bucky when he needed her.

She reentered the room to find him sitting on the floor and fiddling with his metal fingers, his face clouded.

“Hey Buck,” she said softly, dropping down beside him and crossing her legs beneath herself. He gave her an amused smile and they sat there for a moment as she tried to give him some time. As she waited, she pulled her own prosthetic leg off and put it aside. She rubbed the nub and swung it slightly with a lopsided grin on her face and Bucky chuckled. She recrossed her legs, much more comfortable now that there wasn’t metal jamming into her butt, and she waited for him.

When he didn’t say anything after two minutes had passed she put a gentle hand on his back.

“Can we get this over with?,” she asked softly. He hummed distractedly in response and she gave the shoulder a slight squeeze.

He pulled his shirt off with an unsettled groan and rolled his neck a bit.

“Do you want me to do it, or-?,” she asked, keeping her voice quiet and completely undemanding. He was strong but she knew he needed gentleness.

He just gestured to it with his head slightly and she nodded.

“Okay.”

She moved slowly and made an effort to keep everything as silent as possible, though the arm whirred and clicked somewhat of its own accord. She pressed the sequence Shuri had taught her and the arm clicked off into her hands.

She heard a strangled breath from Bucky and she fought the urge to comfort him. He would need it later and she knew she had to keep it to a minimum for his sake. 

After the arm itself was removed, there was a whole other set of instructions to follow to make the shoulder attachment release. He had needed further amputation and skin grafts after the Hydra arm had been removed. Having the metal fused to his skin for so long had had… undesired consequences. Try as she might, she couldn’t quite shake the image from her mind. It had made her anger flare up again seeing how awfully they had cared, or not cared, for him. She’d burst another heavy bag in the gym that night.

The attachment port hissed and clicked as it released from his skin and he took another shaky breath. She gently peeled off the sock and took a deep breath as quietly as she could manage. The skin was red and irritated, of course. She’d known it would be. It was fine. He was fine. He would be fine. She didn’t need this to make her emotional. She needed to be a rock for him and she would. She took her cheek between her teeth as she reached for the clothes and warm water.

“Ready?,” she asked quietly, though it was more like a heads-up than a question. He nodded and she put the soft cloth to his shoulder as gently as she could manage.

He made a small noise and she winced. It was extremely sensitive after being covered for so long.

“Let me know if you need a break,” she quietly reminded him. 

She worked away, taking a long time because of how slowly she was moving. As she was rinsing the last of the soap off, she heard his voice croak just above a whisper.

“Can you stop? Please.” He wasn’t angry at her, she knew that. But the amount of restraint she could hear in his voice twisted her heart.

She backed off immediately, physically scooting away a few feet and laying her hands palms-up on her knees. She knew the routine. Distance, silence, clear display of harmlessness.

She wasn’t afraid of him lashing out. Never. She did, however, greatly fear triggering a PTSD episode, sending his mind back to that terrible place. She could hardly handle it, his shaking, the muttering, sweating, self-injurious regulation methods. He would hit himself and she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Even if she was, it would just make things exponentially worse.

Bucky let out a long breath and shook his head, disappointed in himself. He was fine. He was safe. He hated this.

“Take your time,” she risked quietly, seeing the tension in his face.

They were silent as the minutes slipped by.

He looked at her for a moment and offered her a weak smile. “I’m good.”

She nodded, moving closer again, slowly, and softly patting the shoulder dry as well as the water that had slid down his side and onto the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he began but she quietly shushed him.

“You know the rules, you don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault.” He looked in her eyes for a moment, his eyes traveling her face. Her lips quirked a bit at the look in his eyes though she couldn’t find a name for it. She moved her lips slowly to his freshly cleaned shoulder and left a soft, brief kiss there and was rewarded with a much more relaxed breath and a relaxing of his shoulders. 

She applied the various creams and things he had in the kit they’d made up, soothing the still irritated skin.

“Can we let it breathe for a bit? I know you don’t like it, but this should really be uncovered for a little while if you can manage it.”

He looked at her and she knew how to read his expressions.

“I can stay, we can watch a movie.”

He grinned a bit and she smiled, relieved that he at least let her take care of him.

“That’s my boy,” she said teasingly as she cupped his jaw and kissed his forehead as she stood up. She hopped on her one leg to the other room. Bruce had chided her for it many times, she could easily fall and hurt herself. But she loved having the leg off and she hadn’t fallen yet so she risked it from time to time.

“Put a shirt on, White Wolf!,” she called from the other room as she put the stuff away and he laughed, pulling on a fresh tee and sitting back up on the bed, rolling his shoulder.

She came back with a fresh sock and lay it out next to his arm as she climbed up next to him on his right side and put her head on his chest.

“You okay?,” she mumbled.

“I’ll be fine, doll.” He knew the name somehow irritated her and made her happy at the same time.

She made a very slow fake punch to his gut and he chuckled, pulling her closer and rubbing her shoulder slowly.

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head softly.

She hummed and snuggled closer to him. “Anytime, Prince Charming.”

They layed in a comfortable silence for a bit, until she remembered the other issue.

“How’re the phantom pains?”

He chuckled.

“Well, I’ve got this awful cramp in my left little finger.”

“C’mon Buck-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, squeezing her shoulder a bit. “It’s not bad today. I’ll tell if I need you to hold a mirror.”

“Promise?”

He let out a quiet breathy laugh again. “Promise.” 

“Are you lying to me, Barnes?”

“Maybe just a little.”

“Mmm. Well, I’m a decent detective so I suppose I’ll just have to keep an eye on you.”

“Suppose so.” 

And he pressed another quick kiss to her head.

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A/N: I hope you liked this! It assumes the limb is removable. I do not have a limb difference, so there may be inaccuracies but I did some research and watched some videos from those who do have a limb difference (I know people call it different things, so I hope this term is okay). Since we don't really have much information on how his vibranium arm works, I took some liberties in that area.

But please, please let me know if I should change something! If anything regarding the limb difference is offensive in any way, please let me know and I will fix it, it's definitely not my intention!

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Sub Steve gooning fic fkgjgjfj any more uhhh … any more thoughts on that ….

related to this

And specifically this part of the above ask:

Steve gooning* fic where Bucky comes home from a mission with Sam to see Steve whimpering and barely able to touch his own cock, he's so sensitive. He looks so young and soft, like those rarely snapped photos of him from fresh out of the ice. Soft and hazy and a little confused. Even though he's got long hair and a beard and wedding ring on one finger...

*for reference the idea of "gooning" is essentially the solo activity of someone with a dick (gooning specifically I've only heard in reference to being a thing you do with a dick but you can do it with whatever genitals I assume, I haven't tried) edging themselves (usually via fist-fucking with lube/lotion, toys are usually not involved they could be if you wanted, I suppose 🤷‍♂️) to the point that the person jerking off goes beyond edging. It's more intense than edging. It takes a super long time to work up the state of mind- jerking off but not orgasming until the person gets to a state of spiritual connection between their mind and dick. Nothing matters but their dick and their eventual orgasm- eventual because it's such a trance that you don't entirely feel like you need it anymore.

I mean... I just am very hot over the idea of Steve being so sensitive that he gasps, whimpers, and all his muscles jerk everytime his fingertips so much as brush his cock. Acting as if he's never been touched before despite his long, detailed history with Bucky, trying everything they can whenever they were alone and horny (although, lets face it,, they were and are always horny lmao). Acting as if he's never been touched before like he's all downcast big blue eyes, trembling voice, pink freckled cheeks, angel-soft blonde hair, arms covered in goosebumps, thighs squeezed tight together because he wants to spread them but is too shy to expose himself, and all that. All delicate. When... in reality, that is not the Steve Rogers that exists when this happens. When Steve pushes himself to this head space it's because he's got all the time he can stand to himself. He's retired. Finally. It took him years and years to get there but he's there.

Retired and letting his hair grow out, dirty blonde and lengthy enough it curls around his ears and puffs up into a quaff because the closest thing to styling Steve knows is combing his hair outta his face after a shower (washing that glorious mane with 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner that makes Bucky itch imagining using it on himself). Retired and letting his beard do it's thing; he trims it, keeping it fairly short, but never shaves it off, so it's thick and rugged looking. Retired and keeping up with workouts to drain all the excess energy the serum gives him but saying to hell with it with eating to survive, now he's eating to live, enjoying what he's consuming and robust with it. He's got an off-season beefcake look going that turns Bucky FERAL every time he wraps his legs around Steve's waist and finds it wider, not as cut but much bigger because of it. Retired and never taking off his ring because why the hell would he? He gets why Bucky does, he's still in jeopardy of losing it on the job, but Steve isn't. So he happily develops a stark tan line on his ring finger...

So, yeah, Steve is quite the big, rugged man. Always looking like Bucky's wet dream of a farmer or lumberjack to come home to, ready to haul him up over his shoulder and carry him, kicking and squirming with delight, to bed. Planning on breaking him or the bed, whichever gives out first. Always, well, except for this one time.

This one time he comes home later than anticipated after texting Steve his approximate ETA. An estimate that was entirely wrong because the debrief for the most recent mission went a hell of a lot longer than expected. Not just the typical, oh, they took longer than expected by 15, maybe 20 minutes as usual because nothing is perfect but, like, holy shit, we just got yelled at and told we're shit at our jobs after Fury dismissed the rest of the crew, chewing us up and spitting us back out to slink away and lick our wounds for an hour. An hour after an already extra long debrief that means I'm 2... okay, fine, 2.5 *cough* or 3 *cough* hours late home.

So, Bucky is frustrated and hoping Steve is still in the cheeky mood he seemed to be in when they shot a couple texts back and forth before the debrief to blow off some steam. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feels like he deserves a treat for getting through everything- the part of him that feels like that is Steve's voice. Perhaps that better part of it. But when he calls Steve's name and gets no response... Bucky is sure that Steve is upset with him too. Not calling back on purpose.

It's not on purpose.

Not on purpose as Bucky quickly learns because when Bucky leans up against their bedroom door frame with a sigh, tugging off his still tied up boots harshly, he is forced to look up sharply at the sound of a breathy, overwhelmed gasp. Instantly Bucky is reminded of all the tiny, itty-bitty sounds Steve made before his lungs were fixed. Precious and so, so hot (not that his deep, rumbling growls of sounds aren't hotter than sin these days, because they are). Instantly, eyes up, Bucky can't believe his own eyes-

Steve is splaid out on the bed. Positioned like he must've been, at one point, propped up against the headboard, sitting with his legs stretched out straight in front of him but has since melted down. Now his head is barely lifted up from the flat mattress by a pillow. Lolled back but still turned to the side so Steve can look at Bucky like he's drunk.

He looks drunk.

Bucky honestly searches his mind for any knowledge of Steve and Thor meeting up (and Thor bringing down enough hard liquor to get Steve drunk because, fuck. That's a shit-faced too drunk to know what to do and too horny to know what to do look if he's ever seen one.

His big, brawny Steve, so masculine with his age, aging like a damn wine, and-

And just... such a man. He's such a man these days but right now he looks so soft and needy. And pathetic in the best way. His huge muscles and thick body hair seem to fade away with the desperation pouring off of him. There is nothing but need pouring off of him. Hot and squirming need that permeates the air like an aphrodisiac.

Steve looks like he's in heat. He's melted into a puddle on the bed, his fist by his dick and, jesusfuckingchrist, his dick. Bucky’s mouth waters, shit, he could weep over the sight of his dick right now and over the fact that his dick is not inside him.

It's so hard, thick, heavy, and wet. His fucking cock.

It's so hard and thick and heavy and wet, more so than normal, like, fuck, he's always fucking huge and he's always been a leaker, dripping honey. Always, after the serum, so large that his dick doesn't really go up all the way like a regular dick does, it's too heavy. But right now he's so hard his dick is nearly purple and it's laying up against his stomach, visibly twitching and swollen. He's so hard. Engorged.

Also, Bucky is half bent to get at his shoes but he's still standing up enough to see his balls. They're hairy and hanging low between his thick thighs; low but just as impossible swollen and tight and heavy looking as his cock. Looking just like how they look when he's about to cum but even more than usual. Hes not only close to cumming but has been close. Close for a long time. Bucky knows just from looking at him- just from his eyes feasting on his man that he could breathe on his wet, throbbing cock and he'd bust.

Yet there's so much more to tell him the same damn thing. So much more of Steve screaming that he's ready to cum. To explode. Like how there are tears in his eyes, making his eyes shiny and hazy. He looks hazy. Drunk with his own denial. Or how his face and nearly his entire body is flushed red with arousal from his face to his heaving chest to his thighs and how he's pouring sweat. Body slick and glistening over top of their now ruined bedsheets. And those signs of nearly falling off the edge aren't even to mention how he can't stop whining in the back of his throat, high and pathetic. He's not even doing it for Bucky's benefit. Those little sounds just won't stop slipping out of him, impossible sounding when compared to Steve's huge chest. And poor Steve can hardly keep himself from curling around his poor throbbing, achy cock- his hand twitching, reaching for his dick but stopping at the last second with a particularly desperate, hurt sound. He wants to cum but also... he really doesn't want this feeling to stop.

Bucky has never been so instantly, impossibly turned on is his fucking LIFE. His head is broken. No thoughts. Spinning out of control watching how Steve grasps at empty air, warring between getting himself off or not getting himself off. Shedding all of his regular cocky, confident dick game for nothing but stripped down, bare need. Desperation. Choking on his own spit and broken, heaving breaths. He looks so delicate. So fragile. It makes Bucky so horny. He wants to ruin Steve. He wants to watch Steve finish this off himself. He wants to watch Steve finish himself off after hours and hours of edging himself, knowing Bucky would come home and wanna sit on his dick and knowing that Bucky loves it when he sits on Steve's dick after he's been hard for ages, throbbing inside him, harder than steel, and ever thicker than normal because he's so engorged. He just wanted to give Bucky something good but now he's got himself stuck and he can't get out-

He can't do it himself.

He can't make himself cum, pathetic and needy, so Bucky has to tug Steve's shaky hands away from himself and spread his dead weight out on the mattress even more. But he can't stop trying and failing to finish himself off, trembling, sweaty hands sliding between his thighs where he hurts- he aches. He can't stop. Panting. Not sobbing because he's been at this for so long that he's run out of sound, tears down stream down his face anymore, they pool in his hazy eyes. He can't stop, even as strung out as he is.

So, Bucky, obviously, has to tie Steve down to make sure he can't try anymore- not because it isn't hot as fucking hell to watch him try but because he's getting in the way, stupid with his strung out arousal.

Bucky ties him spread eagle. Arms and legs wide and anchored down, showing off all those glorious shaking, weak muscles.

And like that Bucky stares at the feast in front of him. So so hungry but unknowing where or how to tear into him. He could get him off in probably just one or two easy strokes. Hell, he could lean down and breathe on his full, twitching, leaking cock and he'd cum, just from the tiny brush of stimulation and from the delicious threat of being taken into Bucky's soft, lush, wet mouth. How does he do this? But... does it matter how-? Because Bucky's SO making Steve do this again. He's gonna make him do this again and he's gonna do everything he can to poor Steve.

But when Steve does cum this time, in Bucky's lube slippery fist, it's a damn religious experience.

Steve shudders violently- he convulses. He drools, gone with it. Gone. Out of his own body, seeing heaven's fucking light and hearing the angel's chorus as his cock gushes. He cums enough to drown himself and Bucky.

Cumming and cumming and cumming.

It's release like nothing else Steve has ever felt.

There are no words he can use to describe it once he wakes up from his blacked-out nap after his orgasm. Crashing hard. He doesn't have words, only a bashful, embarrassed blush and full body shudder to describe it to Bucky. He's still overwhelmed by it- he didn't mean to do it, he just got caught up and couldn't... couldn't do anything but keep going, telling himself, at first, that Bucky would be back soon and he just had to hold on a little longer but eventually it was just hold on hold on hold on hold on and orgasm seemed impossible. As much as he wanted it. All it was was his fist and the throb of his cock 🥴🥴 he didn't want it to stop. He wanted it to stop. He wanted.

He wanted so bad.

Anyway, me rn:

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Her Assistant | Chapter 22 - Shopping

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Natasha POV After settling the issue at Weston College yesterday, it was a pretty chill day in the house for everyone, except me. After not being in the office for almost a month, there was work piled up on my desk. Even though Wanda took a big chunk of it, there were still pending budget approvals needed to be done and I have to read through the reports as well. Talking about reports, I have yet to do the one for Weston College.

My pleading eyes drifted to Y/N. "Better finish now than later. It's only going to add up." She shrugged her shoulders and slowly retreated out the door and away from the mess. I could only sigh at the work that was to come. I can't catch my breath can I?

Between working, Y/N entered a few times to pass me lunch and dinner. She'd ignore my puppy eyes of me wanting to stop working. I mean, how can she have fun with Bucky and the rest and I have to be stuck in the office working?

Eventually, it was night time when I was done with what I had to catch up on. The lights outside were off and the rest of the household had already gone to sleep. This used to be my lifestyle before I hired Wanda, Pietro and even Bucky, Working late into the night and starting early the next day. I thought it was going to be it for the rest of my life and I was content with it then.

But now, it feels a bit lonely. I'm not exploring my life and the things beyond my work. Those were not things that made me happy anymore. I want to pass milestones with Y/N and experience new things with her.

I can no longer imagine a life without her.

"Finally done with your work?" Y/N asked coming out from god knows where.

I let out a sigh and nodded my head. "Yeah..."

"Time to rest then, there's no escaping work tomorrow." Y/N suggested. I nodded my head. Work is a constant, but at a slower rate tomorrow as compared to today.

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I was in such a nice slumber, perhaps I worked too much these few days. Coupled with the Cricket Tournament I did and working overtime, I passed out pretty quickly after my head hit the pillows.

I woke up naturally the next day and was surprised no one came to wake me up. "Morning. I thought you would like breakfast in bed today after all the hard work you've done yesterday." Y/N walked in with a tray of food and placed it in front of me. "I thought the usual American breakfast would be easier eaten on the bed."

Pancakes, eggs and bacon paired with my coffee at the corner. "It's wonderful. Are you eating with me?"

She shook her head. "I ate with the rest this morning." The scowl on my face told her I wasn't too happy with her answer.

She chuckled slightly. "Eat up. We are heading out later." She removed herself from my bed and plopped herself on my ottoman next to my bed.

"Out? I still have work to do."

"I did them yesterday. So today's schedule is free. I thought it would be great to bring Bucky, Wanda and Pietro out today."

She did my work yesterday? Was that why I didn't see much of her? I just thought she was just allowing me to do my work in peace.

"Sure? Where do you want to go?" I nodded at the idea while cutting into the pancake.

She just smiled at me. "It's a surprise."

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Everyone dressed casually, even Y/N, who I never saw her out of her suit and mission related clothes, was dressed in a plain shirt and jeans. All of us took the same car since only Y/N knew where we were going.

The sitting arrangement was different though, Wanda, Pietro and Bucky were squeezing behind the back and I'm sure this was the first time Bucky sat at the back.

Y/N drove for quite a bit before parking and she told us that the place was the biggest mall in New York. Wanda was very excited to see what they had to offer and Pietro wanted to get some sports equipment.

"Are you looking for something in particular?" The salesman asked.

"Something as cool as the Empire-" Y/N stopped him before he was able to embarrass himself.

"He's looking for a pair of running shoes." Y/N said.

As Y/N assisted with the talking, I looked around seeing if anything caught my eye. Someone did though. Wanda was still standing outside the shop looking at the sign intently. I thought she was afraid of coming in, but she entered when I was about to go to her.

"Both of you can get anything you want as well." I told them just in case it wasn't clear for them.

Pietro did not hold back on spending and acquired two pairs of running shoes and a couple of dri-fit tees. He was very happy with his purchase and happily held the bags as Y/N paid.

We walked around a bit more and entered some shops but neither Bucky nor Wanda saw anything that caught their eyes. Eventually, we had our lunch as we were feeling a little peckish and we wanted to avoid the lunch crowd.

"Is there a bookstore nearby?" Wanda asked.

"Yes, it's at the fourth level if I'm not wrong." Y/N answered. "We can head there after lunch."

"Thanks."

Books and Bucky don't go well together so he was waiting for us outside together with Pietro. I'm sure they were able to find something to bond over.

This time, all of us went our separate ways as Y/N wanted to find some books as well. I came across some games and puzzles and my eyes drifted to those maps that you can scratch out places you've visited. I decided it would be a nice piece of decoration in my office and took it to find one of them.

Wanda was in the young adult section but in her arms was a book about marketing. "I hope I am not making you work too much."

"Not at all. It is the marketing aspect of things that intrigues me, like what makes them decide they want our products."

I nodded my head. I thought she'll be more interested in science considering she has a lot of knowledge in chemistry.

"Looks like all of us got something from the bookstore." Y/N came from behind us showing us she got a book, The Maid by Nita Prose (google the movie, there'll be a fun surprise). She took our items to the cashier and before she was about to hand her card, Wanda added another book, a fictional book this time.

"Sorry."

"No worries."

When we exited the bookstore, Bucky and Pietro were chatting and didn't even stop when we started walking around again. There was a lot fist bumping going on but I had no idea what they were talking about. Y/N seems to know where she was taking us as she walked without hesitation. She has that cheeky smile on her face which means she has something planned.

"Bucky." She called out to him and his head immediately turned to her. She pointed at the store in front of them and I could see his eyes lit up.

"I can... really buy anything?"

"Yup. Don't go overboard though. Yours is different from what the rest of us bought. If you want to show Pietro around, you can." Y/N told him. This was the first time I saw him this excited since I hired him.

"Did you plan all this?" I asked her as it was our turn to be waiting outside.

"I did. That day, when I was in the car with you?" I nodded my head. I thought she was checking where she wanted to meet Nicole.

"How was it like working in Natasha's company?" Y/N turned the conversation to Wanda. She was shocked to hear this from Y/n and looked between the both of us. "I think the employee would speak more liberally if the boss were to excuse herself for a moment."

I raised my hands in mock surrender before heading into find Bucky talking to the salesperson.

"Hi ma'am, how may I help you?"

"It's alright, I'm here with him." I pointed toward Bucky and Pietro. I stood and watched as Bucky disassembled the guns to look through the parts before assembling it back again. There were a couple of models in front of him and he was making a hard choice on which one to choose.

"Why not take all of them?"

"Miss Romanoff!" He didn't expect me to walk in. "I can't do that. It'll cost a lot."

"I'm not doing it for free. I'm asking you to teach Wanda some self defense."

"What?" Pietro was alarmed.

"It's what you have to do if you want to work for me." I looked him straight in the eyes. "Especially..., if you're living with me."

When he had no words to reply, I asked the salesperson who and where I should pay. We were going to carry it around with us so I arranged it to be delivered to our house.

"Why did Pietro come out looking gloomy?" Y/N asked when we exited the store.

"I told him Bucky was going to train Wanda self defense." She looked behind her shoulder and saw Pietro speaking to Wanda.

"He didn't take it too well then."

Y/N checked the time on her phone before turning around with a clap. "Natasha and I have something to do before we head back." She pulled me closer by the waist. "So all of you can take an Uber home. Just charge it under the company card." She looked at Bucky at the last sentence. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders before walking off. She kept adjusting her collar so I knew she was nervous about something.

"You don't have to agree to it, but I'm meeting Nicole here. I was thinking you can see what she's planning?"

"Of course, I'm interested in knowing who dares to drug you." I linked my arms with hers and she started walking to the cafe. Of course she also made the reservation for the place. This whole day has been according to her plan. She took a seat next to me as we ordered a drink for ourselves while waiting for Nicole.

A woman walked closer to us, which must be Nicole and I gave Y/n a slight nudge to let her know she was coming.

"I didn't know what you wanted, so I didn't order anything for you." Y/N said as Nicole sat in front of her. I vaguely remember her telling me that she doesn't treat her friends the best, was that what she meant? "By the way, this is my girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff." Y/N introduced me.

"Girlfriend?" She looked at me surprised. "I never thought you would ever get in a relationship! You were always so cold to everyone and I thought you would have scared everyone away." She laughed slightly before extending her hand towards me.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Nicole Turner, you can call me Nicole. I've been a friend of Y/N's since High School." I shook her hand with a smile. So she's been Y/N's friend longer than Victoria.

"Likewise, call me Natasha."

"I still can't believe that you're in a relationship! With Natasha Romanoff, no less, the CEO of Romanoff Corporation. You don't date, but once you do, you take the big shots huh."

"It wasn't part of my plan, but I'm happy it happened." 

Watching Y/N and Nicole interact, I can believe that they have been friends for a long time. The insults they dared to throw at each other and the bantering were evident.

"So, did you make a police report on your ex-boyfriend?" Y/N asked after we had finished their food. She shook her head. "Yeah, well, since it has been so long, I doubt there's much evidence incriminating him. I won't push you to put charges against him, but it was me, I won't stop here." Y/N said. I looked carefully at Nicole's facial expression. The perk of being the one interviewing and negotiating all these years was that I was able to tell the microscopic muscle movement.

"Yeah, Y/N is just protective like that, even to her friends. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I were to betray her." I wrapped my hands around hers and rested my head on her shoulder.

"Only people who matter to me."

With that, the lunch meeting was over and we went our separate ways. From our car, we were able to see where Nicole parked and followed her to her next destination. I've never been on this side of the mission. Usually, I would be the one giving a mission to Y/N. Now, we are embarking on a mission together that's hers.

Maintaining a safe distance, Nicole finally stopped in front of a bar. A bit early to be partying, but who's to stop a lady? I was about to get out of the car when Y/N stopped me. "I know this kind of bar. It doesn't start until 7pm and only starts preparing at 5pm. It's way too early to be entering this bar, even if she's working here."

"Well, that's a simple fix. We can ask Wanda or Pietro to come. They don't know about them." She nodded her head as she thought about the idea I presented. "One of them could act like they are drunk as they survey the area inside." I continued to pitch my idea.

"Alright, I think let's call Pietro."

Pietro POVY/N gave me an address and told me to head over as soon as possible. To say that I was surprised that Y/N wanted me to enter the bar was an understatement.

"You look alright, but you could do better. I want you to act as if you've just got dumped by your girlfriend, act all drunk and ask for some drink while looking for this person, and who she's with." Y/N showed me a picture of a lady and I nodded. "Here, change into this." She gave me a suit that she got from her trunk and gave me some privacy as I changed in the back row of her car.

Y/N gave me a weird look when I stepped out of her car. I looked at myself thinking perhaps I buttoned the shirt wrongly or didn't tuck in my shirt but I looked alright to me. "You're way too put together for someone that is sad." With that said, she scrunched up my shirt and unbuttoned the top button before spraying some alcohol on me.

"Should I ask why you have a spray bottle in your car?" Natasha spoke my mind before I formed a sentence.

"It helps in ironing the shirt. In case you didn't realise, you love to change your schedule on a whim." I looked between the two women, eying each other.

"Should I go in now?" Y/N gave me the go ahead while Natasha got in the car. I took a deep breath before channeling my inner drunk self and pushing the heavy door open. Lots of women were inside chatting and turned to look at me. I ignored them and continued making my way to the bar, making sure to bump into a few tables here and there. "One screwdriver!" I quoted from Y/N what to say as I plopped down on the bar stool and placed my head on the cold wood.

My eyes scanned the area looking for Nicole and when she didn't appear, I turned my head to the side. "Excuse me Mister, our bar isn't open yet." Well, what do you know? It was Nicole who approached me.

"One screwdriver. My girlfriend just dumped me. I know the bars are already open, I've been to two." I stuck the peace sign right in front of her face.

"Sir... perhaps you don't understand. We are not serving." I turned my head to look at the guy behind the bar. His accent was different from what I usually hear around here. His black frame glasses stood out to me the most and his hair was combed to the back. He really doesn't strike me as someone who is a bartender. In fact, he was the only guy in the entire bar.

"WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO GET ONE SCREWDRIVER?" I banged the table and glared at him. He didn't say anything but nodded for another lady to drag me out. I shouted all the way, resisting. And I mean, resisting. These ladies are stronger than they looked.

"Don't show up here again." Her accent was deeper than the guy inside. When she slammed the door in my face, I walked back to Y/N's car across the street and got in.

Natasha POVI got a glimpse of the lady who dragged Pietro out but she was too quick to let me see any distinctive features. Once Pietro got in, Y/N asked him what he managed to get.

"Nicole was definitely there. There were a lot of ladies in that bar but only one guy. There is something about them that makes me feel like they don't look like they work there though." Y/N sighed when he listened to what Pietro had to say. He would have been able to gather more data had he been working with us longer.

"My reports tell me that Nicole has been visiting that shop almost every day. While she is the type to party, I don't think she would be there every day." Y/N said.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

"Force her to make a move."

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It was a few hours later on the same day, it was definitely darker and the streetlamps that were functional were working and bars were definitely open for business. We could have sent Wanda in but we wanted a drastic move to make sure Nicole would start acting. We weren't sure if she was the head of it all or if she was working for someone.

"I'm going to leave you alone to plan what you need to do. I'm sure you can handle yourself." Y/N told me as we got prepared to enter the bar once again.

"Yes... yes... I just need to make her feel threatened and jealous. Isn't that what I do everyday?" She shook her head before looking at Wanda and Bucky who were going to enter after us.

"Alright, let's go."

She walked ahead before I pulled her back and placed my arm around her waist. "Follow the master." I smirked before walking in confidently. We found a place in front of the bartender and ordered our drinks as we waited for the guest of honour to arrive.

"9 o'clock." Y/N said as I saw our target greeting the guest. "Waiting for the target to approach."

"Y/N! I didn't think you'd be here. Natasha, nice meeting you again." Nicole came round to serve us as she saw Y/N.

"I didn't think you'd be working at this sort of place."

"I needed some income and this was the fastest way of getting paid. Should I refill your drinks?" She questioned at the end.

"I think I saw my friends entering. I'm gonna catch up with them for a moment. Catch you guys in a minute."

When Nicole returned with our drinks, we talked for a while before I started the plan. "Don't you dare try anything with Y/N. I know what you've done. And I'll be damn to let it happen again. She's mine and mine only. I won't let anyone touch her and that's you included."

"How is it going ladies?" Y/N came back cheering and I just smiled at her before giving a quick kiss on her cheek.

"It's great, I'm getting to know more about Nicole. I think we are going to be great friends." I flashed her a genuine smile before looking back at Nicole. "Don't you think?"

"Y-yes. I'll leave you two alone. I have other guests to serve."

"Do I even want to know what you said to her?" Y/N shook her head when we were sure she was out of earshot.

"If you ask, I'll tell you."

"Nevermind, let's just take a seat with Bucky and Wanda before you do any further damage." 

Reader POVNot wanting to leave Pietro out for a long time, we decided to head back home after Wanda had a few experiences with getting tipsy, saving the experience of being drunk another time. Her face was almost matching her hair after a few drinks, and it wouldn't be wise to get drunk at this point in time.

After threatening Nicole, sitting in the house and waiting isn't the way to go. I was a bit skeptical of letting Natasha plan this, but she managed to convince me to let go of the reins. Her methods require a bit of luck and understanding of the enemy which can be hit and miss at times. "You've done so much for me. Let me do something in return."

You know, in hindsight, I probably shouldn't have let Natasha do this. I knew she would get back at me for that one time she had to go blindfolded into an underground auction for human trafficking. Now, I'm trapped on a chair facing who I once called my best friend.

"Why are you doing this? You're not like this." I said when she turned to face me. Even though she didn't say anything I could tell there was a bigger force behind this. "You used to jump at the chance to help people."

"I had enough of people using me. Leaving me. I lost my job, my boyfriend, my house. There wasn't any purpose in my life until he came to rescue me. Everything was so... dreadful..."

"Who's he?"

"Dreykov."

"He took me in, gave me a place to stay, gave me a job, gave me a purpose. I finally felt like I had some sort of light in my life." She picked up a parry knife and continued speaking. "But he knew about you. Knew what you have been doing with Natasha. He couldn't allow someone like you to be near me. And I knew what I had to do."

"And you decided to rape me?"

"He gave me a test. I needed to pass it in order for him to accept me. So I used the new house he gave me as an excuse to lure you in. You were always a people pleaser even if you refuse to admit it. You are way more noble than me. You think of others more than you think for yourself. You give others the credit even though you were the one who thought of the idea. You're the shadow behind us."

I shook my head at her words. Where the heck is Natasha? How long am I sped to be talking to her? "So he gave you another task? To kill me?"

She shook her head. "I am supposed to keep you here until he's done with what he needs to do." This made my head turn. What is it that Dreykov needs to do? Is Natasha safe? I don't even know where the heck I am.

"That being said, I think that's enough talking. I fear I have revealed far too much." Where the heck is Natasha? I started struggling against my restraints, pulling whatever I could hold on to and trying to wiggle out of it. I shouldn't have trusted her to be the hero this time. Finally, I managed to free one hand without her knowing and it was a lot easier to free the other.

When she came closer, I caught her wrist and pushed her onto the chair as I disarmed her. "You know what I work as and who I work for. You're no match for me when you've only done this for a few months." She continued looking at me with determination in her eyes. "Please... you don't have to do this anymore." I watched as she visibly relaxed and I moved the knife further away from her.

"I know... but I have the element of surprise." She pushed me harshly causing me to drop the knife and lose my footing. Using that to her advantage, she placed both legs at my side and started punching me. "I know you had feelings for me. Dreykov told me to never forget it." Her repeated punches render me unable to see my target. I could only choose to either protect my head or flail my hands trying to get her to stop.

"Ohhh you don't have to forget it alright. You won't even get a chance to think about it. Get your filthy hands off my girl." A gunshot rang out and Nicole flopped down beside me.

"Took you long enough. I thought you weren't coming." I pushed Nicole off my body before looking at Natasha. "What happened to your face?" I noticed there were a few cuts and blood on her face but it doesn't look that bad for a cause of concern.

"Yeah... about that... I was on the way but Bucky told me someone ransacked our house and I had to go back and settle some things, that's why I was late. Sorry." Natasha kept her gun as she came closer. "You alright? Sorry I couldn't come here quick enough."

"What happened?" I asked as I tried cleaning up this place. A murder is still a murder, even if it was not under the order of SHIELD. There can be no evidence left behind even if there was no one to help us clean up.

"I think it was the work of Dreykov."

"You know him?" I asked, she talked as if she knew how he performed.

There was a beat of silence. I thought Natasha wasn't going to answer until she spoke again. "I used to work for him for about a year and a half before I joined SHIELD. I knew that if I wanted to open my own company, I needed a strong backing that could at least prevent Dreykov from taking action on me."

Even after working for her for five years, there was still something I didn't know about her. Something as big as this. We worked silently for the rest of our time there before Bucky came to fetch us and disposed of the body.

When we got back to the house, there were still people cleaning it up. The house was really turned over, was there something they were finding? Most of them were trying to put things back where they thought it belonged but I knew that I had to make adjustments later. For now, I'll let them clean the place and bring the broken pieces of furniture out.

Surprisingly, even Clint was there. Was he there to help? I couldn't really tell, he was sipping his coffee while barking orders to other people who were putting their backs on it. "Oh? There's a photo sticking out of a book." He bent down to pick it up but was swiftly snatched out of his hands before he could get a good look on it.

"My things are none of your concern." She crumpled up the papers and threw it in the fireplace that still had some light in it. Clint raised his arms in surrender before going back to sipping his coffee and giving out orders.

Soon, it was night time and Clint stayed behind for dinner. Thank goodness whoever did this decided to be kind enough to leave the food alone but there were a few things missing from the pantry. Nothing too important that dinner couldn't be made but there were a few spaces left empty that should have been filled.

"We need to bring down Dreykov." I raised my eyes when Natasha said that, speaking it in front of Clint? Should I assume that he was going to participate in this as well? "We have to act soon before he moves base again. We'll strike tonight." Natasha turned very authoritarian as she gave out orders on what she had planned for that mission. Apparently SHIELD had given approval of such a mission and the after work can be dealt with by them. I have a feeling that Natasha is emotionally involved with this. Granted, she was trying to eradicate this group that she was working with but I feel like she was hiding the true reason for wanting to take out this group so quickly. Even Hydra was not dealt with such importance.

"Pietro will stay behind to protect Wanda. Bucky will come with us and Clint as well. We are doing this with as few people as possible. Find Dreykov, kill him and free the other girls." The briefing was short and clear cut before we got out of the house and into our cars.

Instead of waiting behind the line this time, Natasha was the first to walk right in after picking the lock. I even had a hard time trying to follow her. When I looked behind to check if Clint was following, he was no longer there. I had no idea if he went off on his own or got lost. And when I turned back, to my horror, Natasha was gone too! I looked left and right, trying to hear footsteps but it was silent. How am I supposed to find my way into where everyone is? I should have followed Bucky and stayed at the rooftop instead.

Using my best and educated guess, I continued walking and seemingly in the right direction since all the doors were opened. I could feel the bar was not as it looked. From a deceivingly small bar in the front, there actually had a large underground system.

As I walked along the long hallway, there were many small rooms but no occupants. There were traces of someone living there but the living conditions were so bad that it wouldn't be any different compared to a prison. My eyes scanned each of them swiftly as I continued walking and my back nearly hit the wall when another pair of eyes stared at me. I regained my composure swiftly before moving forward hoping to find Natasha soon. In my haste, I didn't see the trip wire and set off an explosive that no doubt brought attention to the unwanted.

"You'll always come back to me." I heard Dreykov saying and Natasha was standing in front of him looking fine. My eyes flickered between both and I had to make a decision either to create a distraction or let Natasha solve this problem herself. With Clint's location unknown, it was very hard to determine what his plan was.

I pulled out my gun just as Natasha slammed her head on the table and smashed Dreykov's head down as well. They began fighting and it was very hard to aim at him as they were moving so much. I went in when they were distracted and tried assessing Dreykov's computer but it was protected with a passcode.

"I need a passcode!" I shouted when they were mid-fighting. Dreykov was definitely more shocked than Natasha was when he noticed I was standing by his computer. He attempted to get near me but was stopped by Natasha pulling him back.

"It's his ring!"

Instead of protecting his ring, he went ahead and smashed it to the floor and tried stepping on it but was stopped by Natasha who dove for it. There was a distinctive crack followed by a loud scream. Taking advantage of the shock, I went forward and punched him right at his jaw, taking over Natasha's position as she went to the computers.

"You're going to pay for that." I seethed as I punched him over and over again, making sure he wasn't able to get up.

A projector lit up and there were numerous pictures flashing while Natasha downloaded the files. "You! Are the lowest form of human life and I am going to end it with my own hands." Natasha screamed as she pulled the USB out and took out her knife before beginning to stab Dreykov over and over again. "You claimed to give them a place to stay but you use them for your own benefit without getting your hands dirty. You took advantage of their situation, you despicable person."

Natasha was heaving by the end of it and in the pool of his blood. Just then, Clint rushed into the room. "Natasha! Oh... are you guys done here? I just finished evacuating everyone that I could find. Bucky is with them."

After hearing that, she immediately got up on her feet and ran towards the exit. Clint and I gave each other a look before following after her. She was looking through each of the girls, not registering that we were calling for her.

"Natasha!" She finally got out of her stance. "Who are you looking for?" I asked.

She shook her head before walking away. "Don't follow me." 

I caught her wrist before letting her slip away. "You injured your hand. At least let me fix it." I knew I wasn't going to be able to persuade her to stay, the least I could do was to make sure she was alright. I placed her in the backseat before taking the first aid kit from my boot/trunk. "I think you fractured your bone when you tried to save the ring. Please have someone check it and don't exert too much on it." The bandage can't do much other than to remind her.

As soon as I placed her hand back down, she walked away without a care in the world. 

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what are your favorite stevebucky fics? like all time favorites, besides not easily conquered obviously

Obviously NEC yeah. Ripped my soul out. But specifically the 13 letters and the 3rd installment, that courtroom scene. TEARS i tell you.

Brothers. I have never cried so much reading anything. It was beautifully delivered through Dugan’s pov, so subtle but so full of love. Phew.

Ain't no Grave. Excellent writing and stroy telling. Hilariously dark at times. Really fun OCs.

This you protect series. Man what a read. So fun and filled with emotion. That part where he sees Rogers and goes CONTACT CONTACT CONTACT 🤭 or when he sees him at the airstrip smiling and the Mission goes GAH or something. So cute.

4 Minute Window! Them in their little garage loft against the world. When Nat cuffs herself to Bucky 😭

Also Love You Like RLB which was deleted, but damn what a fic.

You Will Meet a Stranger was another one that had me by the throat.

The Not-Christmas Not-Truce of 1944 is a little fic related to NEC, and it's hilarious, actually a few more really funny ones: Captain America Doesn’t Fucking Swear and Other Facts the History Books Need to Get Right, Public Relations, and Things the men of the Howling Commandos are no longer allowed to do in the SSR.

There are probably more i cant think of rn, but these are the ones i revisit most often.

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